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Confessions of My Secret Life

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They say confession is good for the soul. Well, i have a lot to confess but have no one to talk with, so, I do it anonymously here.

I was a virgin when I met the man who would eventually be my husband. He took my virginity on our 5th date. Up to that time, it was the most horrible experience of my life. It was consensual, but what happened during the act was a nightmare. After he broke through the hymen, he saw the blood and ran cursing from the room, leaving me alone, exposed and bleeding. After several minutes, he came back and demanded I get dressed and leave. He immediately gathered the sheets and put them in the wash. I had never been treated so badly before. I spent the next two hours shaking uncontrollably. When he called the next day, I was so relieved to hear from him, that I consented to go out with him again.

Four years and two children later, he became abusive, and demanded crazy things from me. I endured his insane, controlling behavior for years. He even violently raped me once. I often wondered what it would be like to be touched by a man who was not abusive.

In 1997, we bought our first computer. I remember sitting down at it, anxious to take my first ride on the information superhighway. It was love at first click! I loved exploring bursa escort the web and making new friends via websites. One day, i clicked on a site, just to see what it was like. I was surprised that married people had ads on there. On a whim, I put up an ad. I was astonished by the number of responses. Between the penpal ad and the personal ad, I met and had sexual relations with 15 different men. I ended up having long term relationships with two men, only stopping the sex nine years ago when I became a full time caregiver to a family member. I am still friends with both men and one is a very dear friend.

Two years ago, I became friends with a nice man via the Web. He lives far away, but if he lived closer, we would have had a physical relationship. He wanted me to send naked pictures to him, so I did. It made me feel wanted, so I made more friends and send them pictures and videos. I am a middle aged, overweight woman and it was exciting to have so many men interested in me. I never met any of them, though.

Last August, I placed a local penpal ad and got a huge number of responses. Matt stood out in particular. He seemed really nice and wrote very well. I did not send him any naked pictures because there malatya escort was something special about him. After several emails, he sent pictures of himself. I was a little surprised to find out he was black. He kept asking me if he could take me out to lunch, but I replied that I hadn’t met anyone from the net in several years. He kept insisting that we meet, even if it was just for a hug. One day he asked me if there was anything I wanted, so, I replied that I wanted potting soil, eye drops, and tomatoes. He said that he would bring them to me the next night, while my husband was at work.

I was very nervous about meeting him. I had planned to give him a hug, thank him for the items, and that would be it. He had planned basically the same thing. It did not work out that way.

It was dark by the time he arrived. He parked at the end of the driveway, between the crepe myrtle and the magnolia. He got out of his SUV and immediately was fascinated by my thick, long, white hair. He ran his fingers through it. Then we hugged and something magical happened. It was like we were magnetic and could not pull apart from one another. We hugged, standing in the driveway for an hour. Our lips found each other and we kissed. çanakkale escort Our fingers started exploring. We caressed, hugged, and kissed for the longest time. Finally, when time for him to go, I walked away from him. It was so difficult to leave the warmth of his embrace.

Later that evening, I realized that I had been starved for physical contact of any kind with another human being. Weeks go by without my husband and I kissing or even touching.

Two nights later, Matt wanted to take me somewhere to enjoy some fruit, cheese, crackers, and wine. I did not realize he had reserved a room at a motel. The first thing he wanted to do when we got there was take a shower. We spent an hour hugging and touching in the shower. It was blissful to touch another person while being cascaded with hot water. He washed my hair, since it is his obsession. After the shower, we went to the bed and made love twice. Then we cuddled after, which was the most amazing experience. Other than one of my long term fellows (he liked to give massages afterward) no one ever cuddled after sex, even the husband. I felt wanted and cherished. We didn’t even taste food he brought!

After I got home, I deleted the videos and naked pictures and stopped writing to several of my penpals. Matt changed me. I no longer wanted cybersex or to exchange dirty pictures with different men. I only wanted Matt.

Nearly ten months later, Matt and I are still seeing each other. He treats me with respect and is very gentle and sweet. No one has ever treated me so well before. I am very thankful that he answered my ad.

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BDSM Garden Scene

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We are fairly new to BDSM and I am gradually training my partner to be a good Dom so that I may enjoy what appeals to me while she gets enjoyment herself. The narrative below is one such experience.

It was an overcast but warm day and we were relaxing in the garden. As the garden is secluded we were nude and enjoying the freedom from clothing. I was laying on a canvas and metal sun lounger and we had been talking about trying another ‘scene’. Suddenly, Liz got up and said “stay there, I have an idea that I would like to try. It should prove a memorable experience! “.

When she came back a few minutes later, she had a carrier bag of bits with her. Taking out a short length of rope she pushed one of my arms down to the side of the sunbed and tied my wrist to the leg of the sunbed. She did the same with the other arm.

Moving down to the bottom of the bed, she lifted my legs off the bed and down to the side where she tied a rope between my ankles, taking it behind the legs of the bed.

Picture the scene so far, I was now securely tied to the sun bed, on my back, with arms and legs touching the ground. Arms tied to the legs of the bed and ankles tied together and held back vertically under my knees. Reaching in the bag again, Liz brought out a ‘Gates of Hell’ Cock Ring Strap which comprises a leather strap running the length of the cock and 5 metal rings fixed at intervals along the strap and going around the shaft of the cock at different positions along it. A strap at the base secures it around the balls and shaft of the cock.

She pushed the rings over my cock and secured the strap before arranging the rings along my cock shaft.

Liz reached into the bag again and brought out an vibrating butt plug, putting some gaziantep escort lubricant on the tip, she placed it on the rosebud of my arse and with a push and a twist, pushed it fully home and pumped it up so that I really felt that my arse was filled up and that I badly needed a crap.

She now tied a rope to a ring on the cock-strap which was under my balls and taking it over the foot of, and under, the bed, pulled it tight and tied it to the rope linking my ankles so that if I moved my legs at all I would receive a greater pull on my balls and more pain in that region.

My cock was now already pointing to the clouds and to get the blood moving even better, Liz get a small 9 thong whip out of the bag.

Starting on my breast, she warmed the area up both sides with the whip bringing a pink flush to the whole area. Then without any sort of warning she adjusted the stroke so that the tips of the thongs hit my nipple, then with a backhand stroke she hit the other. The movement was repeated again. Oh what sweet pain.

Next she worked down my body and along both thighs bringing a nice deep pink glow to the skin. Each time I allowed a leg to jerk the connected rope yanked on my balls bringing a dull pain to that area in addition to the area she was working on.

Liz then briefly stood back to admire her work before she flicked the whip hard at my balls. I nearly came then but as she quickly whipped the shaft, the thongs easily going between the metal rings and the pending orgasm dropped back to an ‘orgasm pending’ type pain.

Having finished with the whip, Liz put it down and took a pair of ‘Butterfly Clip’ nipple clamps joined with a chain, out of the bag and clipped one konya escort of the clips on my left nipple, pulling it to test its security. Happy that it was securely fixed she then got another set from her bag and clipped one onto my other nipple.

Taking the other ends of the two chains, one in each hand, Liz now moved round to my head and placed her cunt on my face. “Eat me” she said and enforced the instruction with a pull on the chains connected to my nipples. I quickly applied my tongue to the already wet area!

I moved my tongue around to encourage the clit out of its hood and then sucked on it while gently teasing it with my teeth. Liz was now wildly riding my face and encouraging me on with the chain ‘reins’ on my nipples. It wasn’t long before she came and sprayed my face with her female cum.

After regaining her breath, Liz got off of my face and taking a ball gag out of her bag of tricks, fitted it around my head before moving round to sit astride my body, facing my head. Taking my steel encased, rock hard prick in one hand, she slowly lowered herself onto it. There was so much lubricant on her cunt lips that my prick started to slide in without any problem. I felt a slight check as she reached the first ring and then a slight rush as it pushed past her muscle and slid in to the next ring. The feeling was a great new novelty to me and I could tell by the groans and body movements that it was doing even more for Liz.

Once my cock was fully home, Liz sat for a moment then leaning forward, to my surprise took another ball gag from the bag and tied it in her own mouth. She then picked up the chain connected to the clip on my left nipple and clamped its spare nipple clip it kayseri escort onto her right nipple, giving a muffled gasp as its jaws bit. She then connected the other chain and clip to her left nipple.

We were now connected at three points, my cock in her cunt and by our nipples.

Slowly she began to ride me, carefully moving so that the chains did not tighten. As she moved the rings on my cock gave her feelings inside her cunt more intense that anything tried so far.

As she breathing became quicker and shallower, so her movements speeded up and the chains occasionally tightened briefly bringing sudden increased pain to our nipples. We were now both moaning in ecstasy which was pain, and pain which was also ecstasy

I felt the tremors begin inside her wet, warm love canal and then build up until they exploded into an intense orgasm which caused her body to arch, pulling on the clamps on our nipples and in tightening them bringing cruel pain. As the pain hit my tortured nipples I orgasmed and as I shot my load forcefully into her my upward hip movement yanked the rope connected to my cock and ball strap further intensifying the strength of my orgasm and turning hers into multiple ones. Each time she orgasmed the nipple clamps tightened on our nipples drawing screams of agony and ecstasy into our gags and causing increased sensation through our bodies.

Eventually Liz could cum no more and she collapsed on top of me. When she was eventually able to move, Liz carefully removed the clamps from our tits and climbed off of my cock.

After untying me, we both staggered into the house for a shower and a drink.

The ache in our nipples reminded us of the experience for several days afterwards and as we later talked about it, we were turned on by the thought of it all happening within a few tens of yards of our neighbours and wondered what they would have thought, and how far we would have been heard if we hadn’t worn the gags.

There is a good chance that we may try it again sometime if we get short on ideas.

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Canoe Trip

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Their paddles swung in perfect rhythm as the women stroked their canoe across the lake. The shore ahead presented a solid dense wall of green bushes backed by the spruce and pine forest of the vast northern Boundary Waters Canoe Area. Both women knew from their maps that somewhere probably directly ahead a marked portage awaited.

Simple signs and a well-worn path would lead them to the next lake in their planned trip. They just had to get closer to the distant shore.

It was still early on a beautiful cloudless summer morning and the air was cool. But the sun now well above the trees was already raising the temperature. Susan Merlot, seated in the bow, rested her paddle across the canoe’s gunwales and took a long pull of cool water from her bottle. She raised both arms overhead in a muscle-easing stretch, rotating her wrists at the sky. The action raised her bra-less breasts under her loose, long-sleeved tee shirt. Her nipples responded to the shifting fabric.

She glanced around, feeling the rhythmic sensual surge of Tiffany’s paddle thrusts from the rear of the canoe. They were alone on the lake. Susan grasped the hem of the shirt and in one fluid motion stripped off the shirt. The movement of the cotton across her nipples brought a shiver and a sudden hardening of the points.

“Here we go again,” muttered her companion. “For someone who grew up in what she insists was a horribly repressive home, this gal sure is breaking out all of a sudden.”

“Well, there’s no one except you to see me here. And you saw even more last night.” Susan grinned, remembering stripping entirely out of her clothes after inexpertly dumping the canoe in the tiny bay in front of their camp. Tiffany laughed a lot while Susan struggled to shore, streaming icy lake water, hurling imprecations at the law of gravity. Tiffany, ever generous of spirit, quickly helped Susan out of her clothes and then stripped down as well.

Together the two naked friends experienced a long languorous interlude exploring the mutual pleasure of their flesh. It had been all the more delicious because of its unexpected nature.

Tiffany looked at her companion’s smooth almost unblemished back. Only a few freckles and faint lines from bikini bra straps that were nowhere in evidence. When Susan twisted to grin back at her, Tiffany caught a glance of one tender nipple, calling back the memory of the sweet taste of her friend’s body. She sighed and shook her head, never interrupting denizli escort the regular rhythm of her stroke. She sent the canoe easily and steadily through the water.

Susan returned to her duties feeling her shoulder muscles stretching and pulling under the warming sun, reveling in the freedom of uncovered skin. An hour passed and the women drew steadily closer to the shore. Now they could see the narrow brown strip of trail between two huge boulders at the edge of the water. As they grounded the canoe and pulled onto the gravel, voices, came through the surrounding trees.

“Company coming,” said Tiffany, offloading her big backpack from the bottom of the canoe.

“Yeah, guess I better cover up,” grunted Susan. She slipped the tee over her head and let the hem fall to her hips just as a teen-aged boy, bare-chested in shorts and hiking boots, appeared on the trail. He was carrying two well-filled packs over his shoulders. He smirked at the two attractive women. But it was clear he considered them too much older to be of real interest, although both women noted the way his gaze lazered in on Susan’s chest and her erect nipples.

Damn, she thought. He’s just a kid. Someday I’ll meet a man and not have this reaction. Maybe when I’m ninety.

“If you need help getting over the portage, just holler,” the boy grinned. I bet our leader will jump at the chance.”

Tiffany smiled her thanks, expertly rotated the dripping canoe bow high against a nearby sapling and hoisted the craft onto her shoulders. Smooth tan muscles in her arms and shoulders of her muscle tee shirt attracted the boy’s attention.

A canoe, carted by two more teen-agers appeared on the trail. Behind them, a tall lean bearded man, obviously one of the pack’s adult members, smiled and greeted the two women.

“The rest of our gang is strung out along the trail. You won’t have any trouble getting by. Right here is the narrowest section. Have a good trek.”

“Thank you,” Susan said. Her frank gaze swept over his trim form, even as his appreciative glance took in her hips and breasts and her smiling face.

She hoisted her pack and the paddles and started up the narrow dirt portage toward the next lake. Several hours later, the two women were once again paddling steadily across the third lake in their planned itinerary. The last portage, less used, had been a struggle and even though it had been diyarbakır escort expected, both women were scratched, sweaty and a bit out of sorts.

They knew the last portage would be even tougher. They’d planned it that way to help isolate them to a private lake with only two small camp sites. Most canoeists opted for the more easterly track, so it was more crowded. Tiffany had pushed for this more difficult portage. When Susan Merlot, Tiffany’s next-cubical-neighbor at the big insurance firm in Eden Prairie had agreed that she too loved camping and canoeing, it hadn’t taken Tiffany long to persuade her attractive and frequent lunch companion to make a trip up north to the big wild canoe area on the Canadian border.

So here they were on a hot August day, two comely unattached women on a canoeing adventure into the woods and weeds of Northern Minnesota. The lake they traversed was unnamed on their map. It was too small, Tiffany supposed. In less than half-an-hour they reached their final portage, a narrow overgrown path through bushes and a few small trees.

Puffing and sweating, they used two trips to haul their packs the tent and the canoe over the hump. But now as they rested before setting off to their preferred camp site, the one on a tiny island partway down the long lake, they agreed the effort to get there had been worth it. No canoe or single individual troubled the cool blue waters. No campfire smoke rose to spoil the clear expanse of sky overhead. They were well and truly alone.

The island campsite was tiny and perfect for their needs. Tiffany expertly scooped out a shallow fire pit after they’d pitched their tent. Then she sat back on her heels. Susan crawled back out of the tent where she’d been laying out the sleeping bags and packs.

“I’m for a little fishing,” said Susan. “But first I think a bath is in order.”

“Way ahead of you,” said Tiffany. She slipped off her shorts and panties, worked them down long lean legs and shucked her shoes. Clad only in a thin tee, she rose and stretched, arching her back. The move brought her nipples into sharp relief against the fabric. From her position on the ground, Susan could see the other’s bald pussy in the shadow of the shirt.

“The drop-off looks to be about ten feet offshore,” she said.

Tiffany turned and went off the ten yards to the island shore. She flipped off her tee and shoes, turning to antalya escort waggle her generous bottom at Susan. Then she walked into the water.

“Umm, nice,” she said as the cooling water rose to her hips, her waist and then cupped her breasts like the soothing gentle hands of an experienced lover. She leaned back until her head rested in the water and her scalp began to tingle with the rhythm of the lake. Almost unconsciously her hand slid down her torso, reaching that mid-point just between her navel and the rising mound of her sex. Arching her back, Tiffany laid out, her breasts rising just above the surface of the water like two small white islands.

She turned, rolling until her ass rose, glistening in the fading afternoon sunlight, while tiny streams of water meandered down between her cheeks. Once more floating on her back, one hand slid lower still until her fingers cupped her mound, pressing, sliding in the cool moisture that surrounded her lithe form. She breathed through her mouth, lips swelling and a tremor went through her. Then another. Her fingers probed deeper and she felt the swelling pulse of her orgasm rising and then the tremors came again, more strongly and the blue sky above her turned, for just a moment, to a golden rose.

Smiling at nothing she rolled again and began a steady, sliding crawl through the water. Tiffany swam fifty yards up the shore of the island and then flipped, raising her strokes until she was cruising through the water.

Opposite the landing where the canoe rested, she stopped and stood, the water level now just at shoulder height. She stared all around at the quiet lake. Birds twittered nearby.

Seventy-five yards away in the underbrush of the lakeshore, light flashed the tiniest spark off the lens of high-powered binoculars. The man watching was squatting in thick brush that had sprung up beneath the tall spruce and pine trees. His dark olive tent was farther back in a small clearing he’d created, deliberately avoiding designated campsites.

The gaunt bearded man sighed and licked his lips. He watched the naked woman walking slowly out of the water, water streaming down her back. It glistened as it disappeared between the cheeks of her toned ass.

“I’d like to be there,” he thought. Holding the glasses steady in one hand he reached down and touched himself.

With eyes glued to the glasses, the man watched as Tiffany paused on a flat rock shelf at the edge of the water. When she bent over to pick up her towel, she presented a perfect view of her sex framed between her thighs. Then she rose, wiping her body dry and walked slowly back up the narrow strip of sand and pine needles to their campfire. The man whistled tunelessly and turned back to his own cold campsite deep in the shadows of the pine forest.

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The Parade Pt. 02

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*****

I cleaned up before leaving his place — didn’t catch his name, didn’t want his name. Gave him an old email of mine — if he wants to contact me for real, he can do it through that. Im not risking a phone call or messages to my current email. As I was heading out, I turned my phone’s brightness up all the way, clicked open as many apps as it would run and effectively killed the battery by the time I’d rounded the corner. Part one to my wild excuse…check.

Part two? Get trashed. Go find a bar. Go find weed. Just gotta do anything to get me out of my own head.

‘I mean…I AM though. I jus..i just let a guy fuck me,’ I marvel to myself while weaving through crowded streets, ‘I’ve gotta be out of my fucking mind.’ The pride party is still going strong even after the parade’s end, it always does. If anything, even more people take to the streets after the fact. Now that does sort of present a problem — every bar I’m coming across is packed to the exits with patrons; no room for me even if I just wanted to hover at the edge of the bar and slam back some shots.

So it’s looking like drinks aren’t on the menu for me right this moment. Fortunately for me, people smoking in the streets aren’t in short supply so it’s easy enough for me to cozy up to a circle, puff and pass a few times and stumble away after giving sincere thanks.

Thankfully, when it comes to weed, I’m a lightweight; shambling through the crowds, I’m already feeling the hits.

Time starts moving out of sync as the dizzying high works its way through me, through my limbs. Through yawns and hazing vision, I manage to push onward to a subway station, hop the red line, and as soon as the train doors close, darkness falls.

*****

Sunlight creeps across my face; I swat at it in groggy annoyance but I’m forced to awaken.

‘Ouuuch,’ I lazily think, ‘did I sleep weird? All of me aches.’

Sliding out of bed, I grab a pair of jeans off the floor and shuffle shirtless out into the living room with squinted eyes, shielding my sensitive sight from the pervasive daylight. Teresa, she’s sitting legs crossed on the couch with a bowl of cereal in hand, a spoonful in her mouth as Mulan plays on the television.

In a daze, I mumble out “mmm hey beautiful” while scratching at my chest.

Plucking the spoon from her mouth with her eyebrows quirked, she smirks out “You. Were. Soooo fucked up last night. How in the hell did you even get home?”

My blank stare, unsure myself, clues her in that I don’t have that answer.

“I mean, you nearly fell on your face coming through the door,” she smiles out, but there is a note of worry in her eyes, “and all you were saying when you came in was…”

Putting up my best poker face even as my heart seizes, my thoughts race ‘shitshitshitshit what the fuck did I say?!! Oh shit!! OH SHIT!’

Putting on her best impersonation of me, she growls “pffff. Phone dead. Ehhhhrrr” while pantomiming holding a phone in her empty hand, thumbing at the air. “That was you…and I gotta say, you had me worried. Then I smelled the weed on you…”

Rubbing at my eyes, I grumble out “Damn. I’m so fucking sorry — I smoked way too much yesterday” and plop down on the couch beside her, just distanced enough to not cause her bowl to spill.

“It’s fiiiiine. Besides, I know how you can pay me back…” she winks mischievously, “go brush your teeth first.”

Oh, I know where this is going.

And I cannot wait.

I leap from the couch and hurry to the bathroom, performing the task required of me with haste and washing my face up. Jaw wide, scrubbing at my tongue, I look to the mirror — for a split second, the me in the reflection has his open mouth enveloping a HIS cock, gagging on its thickness with slobber glistening down my chin.

Blink.

It’s gone.

‘Fuck,’ I breath sharply at the thought, ‘not now. Go away.’

Tearing my eyes from the mirror, the reflection normal again, I rinse, gargle, spit, and dash back to the living room for Teresa. And oh, what a gift she is. While she’s kept her white, loose t-shirt on and kept her perky small breasts hidden, her pajama bottoms have been tossed to the floor, her slate grey cotton panties around one ankle. Refusing to look away from Mulan as she faces off against the Huns, Teresa beckons me with a finger and points to the floor in front of the couch.

“But of course,” I eagerly drawl out and take my place between her legs; grabbing at the sides of my head, she locks my face against her tender lips. Her trimmed pubic hair brushes and tickles at my nose as I wet her with the tip of my tongue. A heated exhale against her most sensitive spot and I feel her inner thighs quiver against me as her legs enclose around my head. Using my tongue to part her, I already taste her familiar sweetness on my tastebuds, that and I taste her sweat.

Pungent, but it’s her, it’s delicious.

She hasn’t izmir escort showered yet, she never did after getting home yesterday — she’s still wearing the sweat she danced out. But while she should be grungy, I just lap her up, licking and toying. Even muffled by her thighs tight against my ears, I hear her shallow gasps, and at that, I pick up the tempo — I hone in on her swollen clit and flick my tongue tip. Pressing up against my mouth, her legs a vice around my head as they shudder, she grinds herself roughly against my face, forcing my tongue deeper and harder into her; my erection scrapes against the inside of my jeans but I’m not slowing down.

Never, not with her.

Straining my eyes, I look up past my brow to watch her face, to study her ecstasy. Lids fluttering, eyes rolling back, she’s not focused on Mulan anymore.

She can’t focus.

My lips and chin are growing ever more slick with her with my tongue rolling against her trigger; waves of pleasure crashing, she’s latched onto my head so tight I’m sure I’ll crack open like an egg. Grating aside, I feel a dampness against my leg — Pre-cum oozes from my tip, a wetspot forms in my jeans.

But it’s all so wonderful. If she could handle it, I’d eat her out all god damn day but that’s pushing it — that’d be akin to touching raw nerve endings to an electric fence set to pulse.

I feel her grip on me slacking, the pressure on my skull receding. Peeling my sopping face from betwixt her legs, I breathe for precious oxygen as her radiant face beams down at me. Biting her lip, she brushes her fingernails against my temple, rakes them gently down my cheek and holding my chin, she draws me up to meet her. A tender kiss, still lingering with heated passion, she sucks at her own juices on my lips and hums into my mouth. Parting slowly, she lets slip a bashful smile and whispers out “I uh..gave you some rugburn,” referring to my nose and bare skin around my beard.

Still catching my breath, I reply “worth it.”

“And, hehe, your beard — your beard is soaked,” she giggles, her breathy laughter jiggling her meager breasts against her shirt fabric.

Joking, I ask “paid back?” before planting several kisses up her exposed inner thigh, threatening, teasing to dive back in. She plants her palm against my forehead and with a devious grin, she sighs out “Oh no, no more of that for you. Three orgasms was enough, thank you very much. What you CAN do now is keep me in you beard for the rest of the day, a uh..a reminder of what you’re missing out on when you fail to come home.”

“My scent is on you, babe,” she adds, “breathe in the wonder that is me.”

Stifling a rolling laugh, I breathe out “You are ab-so-lutely perverse — I love it. I love you.”

“And donchu forget it,” she sasses. Then tapping at my scalp, she switches gears, saying “alright, hop up. I’ve gotta get dressed — got a tea date with Liz at noon.”

“What earth shattering developments are going on in your sister’s life?,” I sarcastically ask — Liz only ever seeks out Teresa if everything is going wrong. But that’s family.

“I honestly couldn’t understand half of what she was going on about during her call.” Heading around the island countertop and into the kitchen, she pours herself a shot of courage and raising it high, quips “here’s hoping it won’t be redundant.” With that, she downs the whiskey.

Knowing Liz, it will absolutely be a repeat of whatever she was dealing with last time. She has a tendency of slipping into old habits and letting the same problems, typically of a work nature, repeat themselves. I feel for her, I like Liz, but it’s hard to help someone who doesn’t actually try change.

But that’s neither here nor there. That’s Teresa’s task today; mine, mine is to bask in Teresa’s essence.

*****

I ended up lazing about after T headed out — I just sat around watching the tail end of Mulan. But as the sequel started up, I found myself zoning out. Long since dried and crusting over in my beard, her essence keeps wafting up my nostrils and I feel my blood quickening.

What a high, what a rush.

‘God she’s delicious,’ I ruminate on my girlfriend’s taste, on how spectacular it feels when she rides my face like I’m a mechanical bull. Her scent, intoxicating. Even caked in sweat, she smelled and tasted wonderful. It isn’t long till I feel a familiar stirring in my pants, a scraping of my cock head against that now-dry cum stain.

So I do what any sensible man would do — I whip off my pants and plop back down on the couch, lazily stroking myself as I reminisce about this morning.

“Mmmm,” I moan, breathing deep of her scent, “mmm… Oh yes…”

Biting my lower lip, I close my eyes as I imagine her rocking and grinding on me, using my tongue as a proxy dildo. I run my fingers up and down my shaft, and still breathing deep of her, I take to rolling my balls in my other hand, my right hand.

“Oh god, ooo-hehh, oh your sweet… ohh,” I moan out more loudly, finding mersin escort my rhythm.

‘Your.’

‘Your pussy.’

“Ahhhh-ahh uhhh.”

But something curious occurs; as I play with myself, the fingers of my right hand trail further and further down, grazing my taint. As they do, as I stroke with my left, unknowingly, I keep readjusting myself on the couch until my fingertips are circling the rim of my asshole.

“Huh…huh, oh! Mmmm,” I huff out. A hand on my swelling cock, my other takes to sliding a single digit inside. It slips in with ease, no pain, no fuss. Still stroking, and moaning “oh-hahh…ahhh Teres—sah,” I slide another finger inside. Two now, they softly plunge back and forth, in and out.

Then a third. I’m hard as a rock, my cock is painfully stiff, its head blushing deeply as I rock back and forth on my own fingers.

Eyes still closed, I unconsciously wedge my pinky in. It’s a tight fit, I feel the inner walls clenching down but it’s all still so slick, like a thick jelly coats my insides.

“Wet.”

Daydreaming about T’s sweet spot, another vision sunders the first, forces it to share the spotlight, forcing itself in — a thick uncircumcised 9 inch cock dances before my mind’s eye as it wedges itself into my tight, willling…

‘Pussy.’

It’s then my eyes fire open — four fingers deep, my stroking hand isn’t even on my cock anymore, it’s pulling back my asscheek to allow for better leverage. I’ve been fingerfucking myself for the last half hour, toying with my asshole using the remnant loads HE blew inside me —a small pool of cum has dripped its way from tip down my shaft and come to rest on my stomach. And I did this all the while imagining pussy.

But which pussy?

‘Her’s for sure…’ I ponder gravely, ‘but also…”

It’s a struggle to even think the words he convinced me of yesterday.

‘…my..my’

My cock twitches as I inadvertently press against my prostate; more cum dribbles from my tip.

‘My…my-ahhh pussy.’

“My pussy. Mine,” I huff out, getting back into it. Rocking along on my fingers, my hole yawning wide to better accept them, I fuck myself hard. I fuck myself… in my pussy, imagining all the ways that HE plowed me, the way he was intimate with my insides, and the way it affected me. And every time that daydream cock of his swells in my imagination, every time it’s fit to blowing a mighty load, Teresa’s intoxicating aroma conjures the image of her riding my face all over again.

Her. Him. Me drinking in her pussy. Him pummeling mine.

My body quakes and quivers as my balls tighten, my legs spasm, and I fingerfuck myself to the brink.

HER lightly furry lips. HIS shaved smooth member.

“What is wrong with me?,” I ask the ceiling — withdrawing my fingers, I reject the orgasm. I welcome the imminent blue balls.

As much as I’m in absolute love with her parted lips, as much as I love plunging my own cock deep inside her and feeling her writhe in ecstasy against me, on me, the images of HIM plunging into me won’t leave me be.

HIM grabbing me in public.

HIM reaming my ass as Teresa danced just a scant few yards away.

HIM folding me in half and fucking me till I detonated.

HIM demanding I ignore her texts…

HIM.

I just lie there on the couch, stewing in my own semen and sordid thoughts, trying to imagine now any scenario where my pussy doesn’t crave HIM.

*****

The remainder of the weekend was fairly uneventful — since my odd masturbation session that afternoon, I haven’t touched myself since. I’ve just tried to keep my mind off sex in general. And sleeping next to Teresa, watching the gentle rise and fall of her chest, feeling her lithe frame against me, feeling her as she squirms into me to play the little spoon, it was insanely difficult to ward off the sexual thoughts — I didn’t want to risk HIM entering my dreams, risk him arousing me.

Fortunately, this day, work has been fairly busy, enough so to keep my mind off everything outside the tasks at hand.

Data entry sucks but the mind-numbing drudgery of it is a rewarding feature right now.

It isn’t until the early afternoon that I hit a lull, and left with free time, I take to browsing the internet on my phone. As I reload reddit for the enth time, my phone buzzes. Tapping back to the home screen, I see no new texts so I check my emails.

Nothing new in the last 23 minutes.

‘..so why did you buzz?,’ I internally question my phone.

It wouldn’t be Facebook, Twitter, or LinkedIn — there are zero notifications for those apps.

‘So what was…?’ I ask before realizing I’ve got my old gmail linked app loaded back on my phone, hidden in a folder of bullshit apps I never use but can’t delete.

No notifications for it either but I turned this one’s off intentionally.

Tentatively, I tap at the app and hold my breath as it boots up my old account.

At first, the latest email I see is from sakarya escort months ago — just some spam — I let out an easy breath, a sigh of relief.

But that’s not the end of it, not by a long shot — the app catches up with itself, syncing with its server and suddenly hundreds of junk emails come pouring in, flooding the inbox. I’m almost about to just tap out of the damn thing but a lone email catches my eye.

2 down from the top, it’s an email with the subject heading “it’s time.”

I don’t recognize the sender but something about it calls out to me.

*tap*

Up pops that email, its body reading “So I’ve given you a couple days to wrap your head around things — that’s ample time for you to realize what you need…”

“…And who you belong to.”

Cold dread clutches at my chest and excited arousal awakens my nether region.

The remainder reads “You know where I live — I expect to see you here within the hour.”

It isn’t signed, per our initial agreement — no names.

Teeth clattering with nervous energy, that same shaking radiates through my body. I feel cold, anxious, wary; I close out the app and sleep-mode my phone. I try to force myself back to work, try to convince myself that there isn’t a lull. But after 15 agonizing minutes of clicking refresh on the work email, with nothing coming in, I lean back in my chair and take to staring at the wall mounted clock…

1:22 pm.

‘Could cut out early, take a half…the fuck are you thinking? You’re not going over to HIS house! You’re staying here, working till 6, going home…’

‘…it’s only a short walk from here, wouldn’t take…NO!’

‘Go home and take your place between HER legs. Go home and…’

Unfortunately, my nervous arousal beats out my fear. Uncertain what the the hell I’m doing, I grab my pack, slide a work laptop inside, and head for the door. As I’m leaving, I pass my boss and say “hey, it’s dead here — cool if I head home and work from there if stuff picks up?”

She just kind of shrugs and hums out “ehhh, why not? Not much going on right now.” With that, she spins back to her screen and gives me the over the shoulder wave.

‘Oh god.. why didn’t she stop me?! Why..oh what am I doing? Whatamidoingwhatamidoingwhatamidoing?!’ are the only words that seem to manifest in my head the entire walk. It’s a blur, my directions; down backstreets and doubling around blocks, ensuring know one could be following, all the same trying to persuade myself to just turn around, internally yelling nonstop ‘WHATAREYOUDOING?!’

It isn’t until I’m standing outside that familiar door, staring at the building intercom, that my thoughts go silent. “Turn back. Just leave. Go home,” I mumble frantically to myself but it’s too late — I’ve dragged my hand across all the buttons — someone will buzz me in.

A moment of silence.

The door latch buzzes, a shot fired, I’m quick to grab the handle and slide inside. Up the stairs, first door on the right. Standing before his door — the final threshold before this is real, I still can turn around, I can still leave…

HIS door is closed, certainly, but from the gap between the frame and door itself, I can tell that it isn’t closed all the way — it’s positioned ever so carefully as to give the illusion it’s as it should be.

…and my damn nervous energy spurs me forward.

Sliding through the door and quietly shutting it behind me, I’m exactly where I didn’t want to be, exactly where I’ve been avoiding even thinking of for the past 48 hours. But all that cold electricity, whatever it is, it melts as I look up and across the apartment. There HE is, fully nude, sitting on the couch with his legs spread, his hefty flaccid piece hanging over the edge of the seat cushion.

He’s just smirking, that same knowing smirk he wore during the parade.

Before anything else can happen, I spit out “it’s done. We’re not doing this anymore.”

Cool, in control, he calmly explains “you will head into the bathroom and freshen up.”

“I’m going home,” I say, not quite as convincing as I was a moment ago.

Not breaking eye contact, ignoring me, he continues “You will leave your clothes on the floor, you will turn your phone off, and you will return to me. You WILL receive your next order then.”

Admittedly, my cock stirs and my legs tremble; I look to the doorknob but I know I’ve already lost the moment I take a step towards his bathroom. He just watches me as I do; he knows he’s winning thus far.

In the bathroom, I strip awkwardly, like my limbs aren’t mine to control — my movement is disjointed, shaky. Once nude, I find a douche he’s set aside specifically for me, a big black rubber one…

*****

“Every bit as beautiful as I remember,” he smiles out as I exit the bathroom. With a quirk of his eyebrows, he urges me to pick up the pace.

And I do.

Standing, my naked form on display for HIM, he makes a twirling finger gesture and quietly commands “turn around.” And I do just that; my bare backside revealed to him, he whispers “but you know how to be even more beautiful?”

I twitch as a shudder rolls through me, I gulp and reply “with…your cock inside me…” in shameful arousal.

“Inside what, specifically?” He calmly demands. He never raises his voice, but the tone, it carries the weight of his words.

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Keri, Ashley, and Gina were excited. The day had finally come when the first set of weekly campers would arrive. But that’s not what had the girls in a fit of giggles as they headed for the showers. Tonight they would return to the woods and meet up with Nick, Mike, and Dan. The girls could not wait.

On Sundays, the full summer campers had no scheduled activities, and could therefore sleep in and just hang out all day. The girls were the last to get up on that particular Sunday, and they hit the showers. Ashley really enjoyed the communal showers in the cabin. She was pretty sure she was straight, but it still turned her on seeing other girls in the nude. Just as she started to appreciate the beauty of her two best friends, their counselor, Julia walked in.

“Hey girls!”

“What happened to you?” Gina asked. Julia was very muddy, and her hair was soaking wet. “You guys know Colin, the counselor from Lenape?” The girls giggled, they had figured something was going on between the two counselors. “I’ll take that as a yes. Well, he threw me into the lake, so I came back here to get cleaned up.” With that, Julia stripped and joined the girls in the shower. After rinsing the mud off, Julia grabbed her razor and lathered her pubic area with shaving cream. Ashley couldn’t help but stare as her counselor shaved every last hair from her mound.

“Do guys really like that?” the short redhead blurted out. Julia laughed, “Yeah, they mersin escort pretty much do. I kinda like it myself, it feels really nice. You should try it.”

Unsure, Ashley replied, “Oh, I don’t know if I could. I always cut myself shaving, I just get so slippery in the shower. I don’t think I could trust myself to do it without messing up.”

Julia thought for a moment. She looked at Ashley’s pretty face and lowered her gaze to her very large breasts and finally her bright red bush. Julia remembered last week when she noticed Ashley pleasuring herself while staring at her, and Julia knew exactly what she wanted to do. “I’ll do it for you the first time, so you can get a feel for it. Sound good?” Ashley smiled and nodded. Julia took Ashley’s razor and kneeled in front of her. “Okay, spread your legs for me.”

Keri and Gina had stopped soaping and lathering to watch. Ashley parted her legs, and was obviously breathing heavy as her D-cup tits rose and fell deeply with each breath, and her nipples stood rigid. Julia coated her hands with shaving cream, and began rubbing her hands all over Ashley’s pubic region, casually letting a finger slide up the redheaded virgin’s slit a few times. Finally she took the razor and began scraping away the curly red her from Ashley’s pussy. When most of the hair was gone, Julia deliberately ran her fingertip up through the virgin camper’s moist slit. kocaeli escort “Do you want me to do the rest?”

“Yes, please don’t stop,” came the reply. With the pretense of protecting her camper’s sexual organs, Julia laid her index finger across Ashley’s slit, covering it and conveniently placing her fingertip on Ashley’s clit. Ashley moaned and squeezed her own tits as she felt Julia’s finger brush her love button. Keri and Gina stared unblinkingly. Keri began to rub her pussy as Gina began caressing her puffy pink nipples. Julia had finished shaving her camper’s mound, but continued to rub the newly hairless twat, pretending to wipe away straggling hairs. Ashley called out “Oh shit!” and came on her counselor’s hand. Before the spunky short girl could be embarrassed, Keri had spread her legs and said to Julia, “Do me next!”

*****

It only took Nick, Mike, and Dan two days to realize their luck. All cabins were designed the same, bunks in front, bathrooms in back. The bathrooms had screens for the last three feet of the wall before the ceiling. It was Mike who discovered the mother lode for the three horny teenage boys. Arapaho cabin backed up against the woods, and there was a rather sharp incline immediately behind the cabin. If they laid at the top of this hill, they could stare straight into the girls’ showers while being concealed by the leaves of trees at the edge of the samsun escort forest! They had decided to test out their new spot today, and were just given the show of a life time!

Just as Julia began rubbing the shaving cream between Keri’s legs, Nick couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh fuck this is so hot,” shoving his hand into his pants and pulling out his six inch rod. Dan and Mike watched their buddy begin to stroke his manhood, amazed that it didn’t take away from the scene below, but added to their horniness! Mike glanced back and saw Gina rubbing her pussy in the shower. He and Dan both moaned when Ashley reached out and began massaging her friend’s little titties. Dan and Mike glanced at each other, and both pulled out their dicks and began stroking. Dan cupped his balls with one hand as he rubbed his average sized penis with the other. Mike got up to his knees while his friends had rolled over to their backs. He took both hands and began fucking his eight inch cock into the hole they formed. As the girls cries and moans signaled their orgasms, all three boys fucked themselves harder, and the sounds of slapping flesh interrupted the silence of the forest. Nick came first, and shot his load in an arc, hitting Mike’s stomach and cock, the pearly white semen contrasting against Mike’s brown skin. Mike grunted and erupted and his cum splurted onto Mike’s chest and Dan’s balls. Dan felt his testicles tighten as the warm liquid coated them from the outside, and he quickly began shooting his cum straight into the air, most of it landing squarely back on it’s source. Exhausted, the three guys tried to collect themselves in the forest before heading back towards their cabin to clean up.

None of the six teenagers could wait for their next forest meeting.

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Takeoff

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are closing the cabin door. Please place your belongings in the overhead compartment or under the seat in front of you….”

I didn’t hear anymore. I was sitting in First Class, courtesy of the studio I was consulting for on a film with a lot of pleasure boating in it, actually it was pleasure boat exploding – a drug flick. Somebody from the manufacturer I had done some pretty successful consulting for had recommended me when the film’s Producer had called looking for an advisor. I owed my client for that one. This had been terrific duty, despite the long hours and exhaustion. I had learned a lot, met some actors, some plastic and some genuine people, and added some terrific connections to my address book, and some unique experience and references to my resume. Life could be good. If I’d gotten laid, it would have been even better, that is if could have stayed awake long enough to cum.

“Sir!”

The touch on my left arm could not have been from the flight attendant. I was in the left aisle seat. It had to be the woman with the nice tits beside me. Hmm, I hadn’t consciously observed them. Okay, I’ll come back to earth for her. “Sorry?”

“I think you need to stow that bag.” She said, looking at the Targus leather computer bag at my feet. We were sitting in the first row. Actually, though I didn’t tell her so, I was thinking of switching seats. Of the four pairs of First Class seats on the plane, one pair was unoccupied – a great place for me to sleep through the trip. And I was sure the woman wouldn’t mind, getting her own pair seats as a result.

I looked at my bag, then up at the wall before me, and rose to put the damn thing in the overhead. Rules, always with the rules.

“Please, let me help you,” this voice was different, and from my right. The flight attendant insisted on taking the bag from me and putting it gently into the overhead rack above. The big smile, with just a twitch of one eye told me something more was meant by her civility. I smiled back and thanked her. As usual, I felt the increasing cabin pressure as the plane ramped it up to a constant equaling eight thousand feet for the flight.

As I turned to sit down again, I took pains to eyeball the two other couples in First – one about the same age as me and “old” compared to the younger couple, probably in their early twenties. They all seemed to be quite comfortable in their skin as well as their seats, so I assumed they were frequent First Class travelers. When I looked back to my seat, I couldn’t help but notice my seatmate staring up at me. I smiled at her too. This was becoming a very happy flight.

“Thanks,” I said to her, hoping to start a conversation.

“You’re welcome,” She responded, not wanting one to stop.

This was too good to be true. She appeared to be slightly younger than my 38 years, but well maintained. I guessed the wife of a wealthy Hollywood type, off on a junket to New York. “You sit here often?”

The line was so corny, she chuckled and said, “Not usually with such good company. Hi. I’m Valerie.” She held out her right hand, face up.

I clasped it in my left hand and said, “Mitch.” In the millisecond my muscles began to retract the appendage, I felt her wrap her fingers around three of mine, as many as she grab before they were gone, and grip me tight enough to let me know I was not to pull away.

“I hope you don’t mind, Mitch,” She said, smiling coyly. “Would you let me hold you, until we are safely in the air?”

With the surprise of a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, only to be told to take all he wants, I froze my arm in place, took a moment to turn my head and look into her eyes and managed to say, “Not at all.” I couldn’t leave it at that though, “It’s the least I can do.”

She smiled, apparently relieved, and sat back luxuriously in the wide, stuffed leather seat, closing her eyes and smiling broadly at the insides of her eyelids. I couldn’t look away that easy. I studied her face, the high cheek bones of an actress, wide gently curved eye formation, a nose that lifted slightly at the tip, lush but not overly plump lips, and a chin proud but not prominent. Her neck was partially obscured in her long, wavy dark hair.

She had prominent shoulders that justified and proportionately supported her accentuated chest. Damn she looked hot with those meaty breasts pushing out and up. The cashmere sweater only accentuated their shape and deserved a medal from me for doing so. I thanked it silently and day dreamed of slipping my hands up underneath it.

She wore a skirt of somewhat similar material, slightly darker to set off her curvy hips and beckoning thighs. The mardin escort hem rode several inches above her stocking clad knees. I couldn’t see much further.

When I looked back to her face, I found her right eye open slightly and the pupil pointing directly at me – busted. I quickly looked at my knees and rubbed them, realizing as I did that my pants were tenting.

She said nothing for several seconds, and I dared not look at her again until she did.

Yeah, right. Like I have that much will power. I turned to face her and apologize, but she was staring at the bulge in my pants. No mistake about it, she was breathing deeply.

“Ladies and gentlemen, welcome aboard. This is Captain Richard Lassiter, and I want to brief you….”

I didn’t hear a word of it. The woman was behaving badly. I mean she was fucking horny kind of bad! She gripped my fingers tightly and said, “I don’t think I ever looked forward to one of these late flights like I do this one.” Her eyes came up and met mine and she licked her lips, slowly.

The world was on edge. History was in the making. I was going to score on a flight across the country, join the seven mile high club, and for once I won’t even try to sleep on the redeye. Scratch the empty seats. Life was good right here.

On our way to thirty-seven thousand feet, and orange and a tomato juices later, she still held my fingers in hers. What blew my mind however, was her slow but deliberate extensions, pulling my fingers forward, then pulling them back, as if she were jerking them off. I didn’t dare wish for a similar action on my cock, and yet it was clear that was exactly the thought she wanted running through my head. I squirmed again in my seat.

“Would you excuse me a moment?” She said suddenly, letting go of my hand, and pressing down on my cock for balance, and rising from her seat.

I said, “Sure,” and began to rise to let her out.

“No, no,” She said, “I can get by.” She did, but slowly, and pulling her hand off my crotch only when she had to. Her move was so bold I felt both thrilled and nervous. I looked across the aisle at the twenties couple and both were looking right at me, she by the window leaning forward with no effort to hide her staring. They smiled.

I smiled back and turned toward my center console as if to look for something, wondering how long they would stare. My dick however had mind of its own. That glorious woman was in the forward head, probably doing something related to seducing me, hopefully, and I was going to have to deal with the idea of overt sexual activity right there in my First Class seat. Movement caught my left eye.

Oh great! The other couple behind me, who I could see through the narrow slit between mine and the mystery woman’s seat backs, were making out. We hadn’t had dinner yet. The lights were all still on. One couple was making out, another, us, was playing footsie, and the third, the youngun’s in the right seats, were getting an education. This was going to be one highly unusual flight.

Internal Navigation

Valerie had indeed freshened up, not that she’d needed it. She looked ready for whatever social event she was likely to attend in any city in the world. It was then that I noticed the rock on her left ring finger. Hell, it was the size of a marble. I held my ground this time as she stepped by me, both hands on my shoulders presumably for support. She did manage however to force me to spread my knees apart so she could pass one at a time.

She smelled terrific. There was musk, and sweetness at the same time. This woman knew how to get her man. She smiled that wide grin again, the kind of look actresses had to have to please the camera. Her hair was perfect, fluffed yet every strand in place, including the small gathering that curved forward to cover her right eye.

“Good evening again,” The voice came from some other world. “Tonight we are serving your choice of filet mignon, Chilean Seabass (she pronounced it chil-A-en), and Cordon Bleu….”

I didn’t hear the rest. I’d given up and just starred at Valerie. I was in lust with another man’s wife. She was perfect. Perfect body, perfect beautiful face, perfect hair, perfect manners, and a damned sight better than perfect sexuality. She could have told me to jump off the plane and the only question I would have asked was, “Will you be there when I land?”

She said something, what was it? Oh, yes. “The fish, thank you.”

Fortunately, the attendant saw my muddled state and asked, “And for you sir? The beef?”

That was all I needed to hear. “By all means.” She took wine orders and moved on to the youngun’s across the aisle.

Valerie looked at me and said, “I don’t mind you know.”

“Mind?” I asked.

“Your staring,” She said.

That hit me like a fist. “Damn, I’m sorry. It’s just that…” I couldn’t explain it, at least didn’t want to take a chance on fucking up a promising van escort flight.

She said, “That’s okay. I seem to have that effect on men. She lifted her left hand and showed off her ring. “It has served me well.”

I loved the candor of this dreamboat of a woman, so much so I was still speechless.

“I have a surprise for you,” She said. She also looked around the cabin, as if to ensure no one could hear us.

But it wasn’t sound she was conscious of – it was sight. She picked up my left hand by those same three fingers, pulled her skirt up with her left hand, and placed my fingers directly on her melting snatch.

“Wow!” My mind shouted. “Ughhh…” my mouth gasped, and slipping and sloshing around in her absolutely sopping pussy is what my fingers did. We’d just climbed to 100,000 feet. We’d just reach Mach 10. My rocket just took off. It bounced up against my pants like a tent pole raised by elephants. It would never come down. I surely had died and gone to heaven. My temperature was rising so fast I nearly missed the approach of the attendant with our wine.

She helped both of us bring out our tables, while smirking knowingly at our clumsy recovery. In one of my many head movements back and forth to look like I was busy doing something, and not self-conscious, I saw Val wink at the attendant. What is it with women? They always seem to know something we men don’t.

I didn’t dare make eye contact with Valerie, not knowing whether I’d either crack up laughing or shrug in embarrassment. But the scent on my finger as I took my first sip of wine could not be ignored. The woman was hot. She oozed sex. I could have jumped her bones then and there and given her the fucking of her life, and something told me she wouldn’t complain a bit.

But another scent wafted up too, and I’m not talking about wine. There was sex nearby, and I knew where it was. Then the people behind us were grunting. Obviously, they had declined the drink service in favor of extra curricular activity. I couldn’t resist turning to see, when I bumped into Val’s head bent on the same mission. We pulled back laughing silently, while she twisted herself further in her seat to finally pull her right knee up enough to expose her naked pussy to my gaze. I had to drag my sight off her just long enough however, to see the action behind. I let Val look low, and I looked from above her head.

I looked back through the crack and was amazed to see the woman sitting where the man had been, next to the window. Wait, she was sitting on the man!. And her dress was up around her waist, panties crotch pulled aside, and I could just see his shaft and balls, at least that part which was not buried in her pussy. The woman looked right at Val and smiled while she didn’t miss a beat, or a plunge. Just what the hell is it with women!

The twist in my back forced me to relax back into my seat, but Valerie didn’t move, at least not in that direction. While she continued to watch our seat mates to the rear, she used her left hand to raise mine and slip it under her cashmere sweater, up to her right breast, and let me know in no uncertain terms that she wanted me mauling the thing.

To a voyeur like the flight attendant who frequently looked around her corner at us, one could scarcely see my arm slinking up to my left. But the sensations shooting back to my mind from every sensor in my hand, left no doubt as to what I was up to. I wrapped my fingers around as much flesh as I could envelope and it was definitely all hers – no plastic here. The soft yet firm flesh seemed to tingle under my touch, a sensation echoed by the soft cooing of Val as I worked.

I pulled the nipple between my first and second finger and manipulated it between them while the rest of my hand worked her flesh. I was having as much fun as Val was, and apparently the attendant was too. The more this went on, the more I lost my concern about being watched. In fact, I started to like it. I found myself performing for her as she reacted.

A shadow passed between us. It was a male attendant from the Coach section, and he was signaled by our gal to join her. For a moment, I hesitated, but she looked disappointed, but smiled when I resumed my ministrations. She pulled the hand of her associate up under her shirt and indicated to him to follow my lead.

He did, with no hesitation. When his and my eyes met, there passed an entire conversation. “These women were hot, horny, desperate for some risky business.” We met the challenge gladly. He nodded almost imperceptibly back at me.

As I brought my gaze back to my immediate area, I couldn’t help but notice that the young couple across from us was doing exactly the same thing! After a moment of shock, I thought to look back between the seats and sure enough, the couple behind began to mimic our action. We were now four couples sitting or standing in First Class, on a transcontinental flight to New York from ankara escort Los Angeles, and in for a short night of long action. And there appeared to be no holds barred. After all, the flight attendants were in control of the plane, weren’t they?

Initial Insertion

The food nearly didn’t come, as didn’t all of us, yet, but the flight attendant broke up the party a few minutes later to deliver our meals. There were big smiles all around, introductions and some story telling like it was old home week at thirty-seven thousand feet. The whole thing was surreal to me. And yet, every time I looked at Val, the look she gave me back was one of “Just wait until you see what I’ve got in mind for you!”

I couldn’t wolf my food down fast enough.

When the dinnerware was finally cleared, the tables restored to their stored positions, Genie, the flight attendant, dimmed the lights, but I noticed did not turn them out as is usually the practice. Brad, the male attendant, came forward again through the tightly closed curtain, and joined Genie in the work area outside the bathroom. They both looked back at me.

I turned to avoid their gaze for a moment and found myself looking dumbly at Marie and Tony in the right seats. They too were staring at me. I turned mechanically and sure enough, like dogs waiting at the bowl to be fed, Patty and Will were seated behind us, looking at me for the next move. The pressure was immense.

I don’t know if I can describe the feelings that went through my system, but I’ll try. I wanted that woman in the seat next to me, badly, but I had an audience. I was self-conscious, all powerful, an actor in a porn movie, and a voyeur, not to mention taking a huge risk that someone in Coach class would come forward looking for an empty john. Little did I know at the time that Genie had turned on the “Out of Order” sign over the entrance to the First Class section.

The whole package overwhelmed me and I turned to look at Val, who was grinning, sitting almost sideways in her seat, her right knee up so high it rested against the seat back. This brought her skirt up to her waist, completely exposing her pussy, which seemed to be as eager and smiling at me as broadly as her face was.

I took one last look around to see that everyone was still watching, and saw that the women had already assumed as close a similar pose as they could. Ready, I slipped one hand down on Val’s mound.

For several minutes, I simply massaged the entire area, paying particular attention to ensuring I was constantly applying moving pressure to her clitoris, usually with the heel of the palm of my hand. The power I was wielding over her, evidenced by her uninhibited moaning, stirring and gasping, could not be ignored. There were times that I could close my eyes and visualize what the scene looked like, four couples all doing the same thing. People who’d never met before and were suddenly naked playing with each other’s genitals in an extremely public place. At least, that’s the image I had, given what I’d seen of the rest of my ship mates so far. Finally, I could bear the suspense no longer and I looked around to see if that was the case.

The attendants were standing, Genie’s closest leg propped up on a cubby in the work area bulkhead, her skirt completely up around her waist, with Brad down on his knees to accommodate performing my actions on her. Genie’s eyes were intermittently rolling back in her head, then looking back at us for guidance. My cock pulsed strongly. Where had this all started? Why were they all following me?

The younin’s were at it as well. Tony had Marie propped up on their center console for better access, but his action was patently following mine. They smiled at me.

Patty and Will behind us were mimicking our action exactly. Patty’s pussy was wide open, and Will’s hand was smothering it one moment, then pulling away the next, until Patty pulled a few of her vaginal muscles enough to trigger her man’s resumption of duty. He was teasing her. She didn’t seem to mind.

The whole scene was as surreal as ever, and yet so uninhibited and full of risk I shuddered in delight and rotated my hand a hundred and eighty degrees to allow first one, and then another finger to enter Val’s slit while maintaining palm pressure on her clit. She winced with pleasure and pulled my head down to her tits. So much for watching everyone else.

I was blown away again by how wet she was. There was no doubt her expensive cashmere skirt was getting wet underneath. My fingers slid in and out so easily I couldn’t help but visualize what it was going to feel like to get my cock in that hole.

What was I thinking! We’re on an airplane seven miles above the earth! There’s a hundred or more people behind us. There’s nothing between them and us but a flimsy curtain. Hell, they could probably smell the sex wafting back through to them.

While I guiltily continued to wallow in this aromatic escapade of sexual exploration, I found my other hand manipulating her other breast. I don’t know how or when it got there, but I must have trained it well for it was echoing my earlier action on her other side. Val was lying back against the seat and window with her head back and mouth open. She was already in heaven. I smiled at my work.

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Finding the Perfect Fit Pt. 05

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Finally

I bolted awake Saturday morning, instantly knowing what I had to do. It was like Christmas morning when I was a kid, with endless potential dancing in the air and anything was possible. But it was on me now to make it happen. Rolling out of bed, I looked out the window and paused, seeing the light dusting of white over the campus grounds. Sure, it wasn’t much but snow before Thanksgiving? Ugh. Didn’t matter too much, as all the action was going down in here.

Putting on some music, I started cleaning. Up before eight on a weekend, what a time to be alive. I started by tearing my closet apart, tossing things into piles and actually using hangers for the fancier stuff that had been brought along for reasons lost to time.

Cramming the interesting things into the dirty clothes hamper, I carried it out to the kitchen laundry room combo. Dumping it into the washer, I got the soap in and started it, only noticing Donna passed out on the couch after it started making a racket. Oops. Why she never slept in her room I have no idea but I didn’t have time to worry about that right now.

Walking back to my room, I made my bed for the first time in years, feeling childish but doing it anyway. Now came my dresser, picking through that and making another pile of interest. Checking the washer, it was done and I moved that load to the dryer, stuffing the washer once more. Somehow, Donna was sleeping through it. Good for her.

That done, I vacuumed for the first time since moving it. I should have done it sooner but hey, better late than never! That done, I checked my the make up supplies and found I had enough, as eyeliner was usually enough for me.

Second load in the washer was done and the dryer was close enough so I got it moved over, taking the toasty laundry and dumping it on my bed. Now I could shower and shave, enjoying the humid heat in the midst of winter. After I got out and dried my hair, I saw a message from Jamie waiting for me.

“You up?” I smirked, having been cleaning for two hours now. But he didn’t need to know that.

“Sure, what’s up?” I waited in the muggy fogscape for an answer and silently cackled when the answer came.

“When do you want to hang out?” Slipping into a pair of shorts and a ratty old shirt, I left my little sanctuary and crossed into my room.

“Soon as I get dressed, too cold to be topless.” I dressed for the day in a clingy purple shirt with the usual tight jeans, adding eyeliner and eye shadow, lipstick and foundation. Brushing my hair out, it still needed a trim, I checked on the dryer and found Donna blearly looking in the fridge as if food was hiding away, just waiting to be discovered.

“Your boy toy coming over?” She had clearly noticed I was actually trying today.

“Don’t call Jamie that.” I reached past her for a can of caffeine, cracking it open and taking a drink as Donna shrugged.

“Whatever. I have practice so you two can have fun without bothering me.” With a smug and knowing smile, Donna closed the fridge and wondered back to the couch. She was wrong but not too far off, at least hopefully. Taking the final batch of laundry, I dumped it as well onto the bed and spread it around, a riot of colors waiting for Jamie. Or me if he requested I join him.

Finding my coat, I sent Jamie as message that I was going to warm up my car and be on my way. Outside, the sun was shining but distant, the snow now a hard crust. I was so close now and just had to wait a few minutes! The question was if Jamie wanted to carry on with this or wouldn’t be interested in the spread I had prepared for him. I’d respect that but be disappointed. Still, I was going to press on and see where this went, the roads somewhat clear, with two tracts of black against the white.

The campus on a Saturday before noon was mostly asleep or hung over, the cold keeping those awake inside. I drove carefully, not wanting to derail this day with a wreck. Soon as I pulled into the parking lot, I saw Jamie hurrying towards me. Popping the locks, I tried to still my racing heart as he opened the door and got in, setting a backpack on the floorboard.

I don’t know what I expected after less than a week from when I last saw him but he looked the same. Round face above an over sized coat and jeans. His longer untamed hair was damp, having probably showered as I had. Still did me good to see him, heart getting warmed up for the day.

“It’s fucking cold!” Jamie nearly shouted, palms open to the vents as I got us moving.

“Happens this time of year, every year.” Getting flipped off for my wit, I grinned, glad to have him back. “So I gotta know, what the fuck was that picture about?!” Glancing over at me, Jamie’s crooked grin slowly bloomed over his face.

“Well, either I was fucking with you or we’re going to find out today.” Laughter was lurking on the edges of his voice and this is what I’d missed those dull days.

“I swear I’m going to roll this car off the road if you keep playing coy.” That prompted him to laugh, the sound joyful and full of life.

“Nice yalova escort word choice. How bout we get to your place and figure it out there.” He sounded happy and my hopes that this was going to continue surged back. Within a minute I parked at home, noting Donna’s car was gone. Jamie brought his bag in with him and he went to my room, pausing once inside.

“I see you did laundry.” Closing and locking the door behind me, I stripped off my coat and shoes, watching Jamie do the same as he studied the odds and ends of female clothing.

“So I guess it’s time to figure it out.” Shifting his gaze from my clothes to me, Jamie’s face flooded with crimson. Lost in thought, he took a seat at my computer chair and spoke, gazing off into the distance at only something he could see.

“After last time, I went looking online and read something that stuck with me. It was from a guy had gotten gynecomastia from medication, only it effected everything else too. He said if you are shaped like a woman, ‘have curves’ as he put it, then wearing something that fits them makes sense.” His face was blazing and his voice uneven but he plowed onward. “Here with you, I can do that. And I- I like the bras, how they fit and felt, the way they made me look.” Molten heat flooded into my head and stomach, doing their damnedest to distract me but I still caught what he said next.

“I’d never thought anything like last time was ever going to happen. At least, not like it did.” Struggling against the urge to tackle him out of the chair and try it again, I spoke up.

“That makes two of us.” He looked up, startled, face still burning. “Yeah, I never did that before.” Yet I’d done it like it was the most natural thing in the world and he responded in kind.

“Did- did you like it too?” Asked barely above a whisper, as if he was ashamed, I could stand it no longer. Going to him, Jamie rose and matched my embrace, so many complex emotions expressed through such a simple act.

“Your safe here. Anything you want to do or wear, it’s yours. All you have to do is ask.” I said into his ear, our frantic breathing pushing us together in ways that felt right. Drawing back, Jamie looked up and we joined in a kiss, soft, questioning. There was no demand, no expatiation, just him in my arms, free to do whatever his heart desired.

By the time his soft lips left mine, he rested his forehead on my shoulder and caught his breath, I was eyeing the hoard I had assembled for him.

“Go for it, anything you want. And if it doesn’t fit, well, we’ll figure something out.” Between a scholarship, a small student loan that would inevitably come back to bite me and my job at the gas station, there was a pretty good chance I could pick up what he was after. And if he wanted the good stuff, I’d happily pay that bill to see him in it.

Turning, Jamie left my arms and that was for the best, as if I got my hands on his boobs or butt he wouldn’t be wearing much of anything anymore. Meekly, he approached the buffet and began scouting around. Picking out a pair of jeans, he flushed a deeper red but lay them out before him. Shucking his hoodie off, I saw that he was wearing the same shirt from that night nearly a week ago and the typical black lace decorated bra.

“Do you, uh want to watch?” Still speaking in a small voice that was going to drive me insane, I shook my head, grabbing his hoodie off the floor and pulling it on, flipping the hood over my eyes and sitting in the chair.

“Not yet.” If pressed, I’m not sure I could have given a good answer as to why not, other than the agonizingly slow reveal of Jamie was one of the greatest pleasures I could ever think of. I glanced out when I heard footsteps instead of changing, seeing him over by the closet and peering inside.

“Oh wow, you cleaned too.” What in the thousand names of God was he looking at? Clasping my hands over clenched shut eyes, I sat there, fuses barely recovered from last time starting to blow out. There was no telling what he might decide to wear when I heard his jeans hit the floor, making my brain start to sizzle. More sounds of cloth, me straining to hear hard enough random colors that had no name floated under my eyelids.

“Okay?” Tearing the hood back, I saw him before the mirror, almost in arm’s reach. Jamie had found the push up bra again and a shirt similar to mine with a low neck that showed plenty of cleavage. Instead of his loose and baggy jeans was a pair of mine, not fitting him perfectly but showing far more than his normal garb did.

“It’s hugging my calves.” He lifted a leg and I saw that was indeed the case. “Feels weird.” I giggled at that, still coming to terms that he was in my pants, abet not in the way Donna would think. Turning around, Jamie looked at his butt in the mirror in a very stereotypical manner that nearly sent me into a laughing fit I might not have come back from. Sure, he was weaker in the hip department given that he was a guy but his butt filled out my jeans to a surprising edirne escort degree. His thighs were on display as well and were impressive, well formed and fitting his height. Plus, I couldn’t help but notice there was no bulge in the front where I’d expected one to be.

“Wow.” My poor, struggling brain clicked into gear and deduced that if something was done with his hair and some make up applied, he might very well pass for a girl. And that thought blew out what little function remained in my head.

“Well?” Somehow blushing harder, the dawn actually spreading to his ears, Jamie spread his arms and faced me. “How do I look?”

“Like a girl and hot as fuck.” That fell out of my mouth and I clapped my hands over the stupid word hole before it could do anymore damage.

“Well, that’s kinda the point, isn’t it?” Said with that meek voice, I groaned with need pulsing through my veins, both amazed and confused that this was my life now. “To see if it fits.” All I could give him was a nod, all other systems having failed for the time being. It took an urgent question rising from the swirling chaos for me to find my voice again.

“Are you wearing panties?” That make him bite his lower lip in a way that made my ovaries scream for me to fuck him here and now. Lowering the waist of my jeans, I saw purple nylon I was quite familiar with, as they were mine. Jamie was fully dressed in my clothing from top to bottom: push up bra, v-neck shirt, panties and women’s jeans. “Oh my God I’m gonna fucking die.” Rising the hood once more, I leaned back and hoped to remember how to breathe soon. That idea, so simple and stupid, was making me more excited than some porn I’d seen.

“You okay?” He didn’t sound concerned, which was good, simply asking how I was doing.

“I’m better than okay. Having the time of my life.” Not too far from the truth, at least when it came to personal shit. “Just know if I get up, I won’t be able to keep my hands off you.” That was the damn truth and I stuffed my hands in the hoodie’s pockets to keep them out of my pants.

“Is that a threat or a promise?” I laughed in the darkness made by his hoodie, stopping suddenly when I heard my jeans being removed, Jamie struggling from the sound of it. This fucked up fashion show was the only thing I cared about right now, the rest of the world none of my concern as long as this carried on. So I sat there, listening to Jamie strip and those sounds alone were some of the most erotic I could ever imagine.

“Hey Gen, can I-” His voice was small again, sounding like he was by the closet.

“Yes. Anything in here, yes. And I can’t wait to see what you found.” I heard Jamie walk and then sit on the bed, the familiar sound of him pulling something on slightly different this time. Then I heard a zipper and tried to figure out what that belonged to when another noise cut short that line of thought. While familiar, I couldn’t place it, barely even able to hear the whisper. “Okay, okay…” Jamie muttered, sounding out of breath.

Sitting up, I flipped the hood back and saw Jamie standing there in something I’d forgotten I even owned. Still in the cleavage showing shirt and enhancing bra, he had found a denim mini skirt and stockings that darkened his legs while showing their shape off better. I got up and circled him, seeing this new sight from all angles.

The skirt had very few claims to modesty, showing basically everything except what lay between his legs. From rough estimates provided by my clothes, I judged he had more ass than I did but my hips were wider. From the back Jamie could have easily been mistaken for a girl, with his nicely shaped legs flowing up into a full butt. That I had humped and the memory of doing so brought my blood up to boiling.

“Well? Your too quiet.” Answering him, I banished the fear in his voice by embracing Jamie from behind, as I had done once before. His breath caught as I leaned forward, nibbling on his ear, hands finding his breasts, making good on my threatening promise.

“What do you think I’m going to say?” A light thrust against the rounded mound I could now properly see and appreciate got a moan from Jamie, emboldening me further. “You look like a girl. Isn’t that what you want to hear?” A shiver ran up his back as I started grinding, having returned to the actions of that insane night so easily.

“…yes…” Gasping, Jamie managed that single word, igniting some part of me that had been waiting to hear such a thing. Reaching down, I grabbed the already short hem of the skirt and yanked it up, revealing his plush butt wrapped in purple nylon and lace. Incited into some sort of amorous rage, I popped the button on my jeans and shoved those down, Jamie pushing back into what I had uncovered. My pubic mound slid over the smooth panty clad surface of Jamie’s butt as he blindly rubbed, making noises that bored in my psyche. Grabbing his hips, I adjusted my legs and stance before pressing what I had to the covered crevice.

Looking past my rack, I saw erzurum escort where I had once taken a dick desperately attempting to be swallowed by Jamie’s butt cheeks. He was plastered to my crotch, matching my hunger with his need, each stoking the other to dizzying heights.

Having lost control of my body and it’s ravenous, unknown desires, hands that moved on their own accord up his body and found his chest, giving what lay there a rough squeeze. He cried out at that, trying and failing to push my soaked sex deeper into what was being offered. The fire that now wore my skin took his shoulders and turned Jamie to face me, glimpsing his startled, red face before greedily finding his lips.

Taking one of his arms, I moved his hand to my butt and placed it there, the timid presence growing bolder I did the same to him. There was no hesitance on my end, pulling him closer, fitted cups of bras I owned meeting as Jamie’s tongue slipped out, meeting mine. I became aware of Jamie’s ignored, insistent need, trapped as it was in my panties.

Two thin pieces of cloth were all that separated us from sealing the deal. A few errant tugs and we’d be free, able to fully engage in more than foreplay and yet, feeling his heat and hardness fighting in vain to escape was a perverse delight. My own aching emptiness, similarly imprisoned, this time pushed to Jamie’s front. There was no chance for penetration but that didn’t matter as he broke the kiss, returning my motion, unfamiliar without me being behind him. That was enough, both of us falling into a rhythm as he provided enough for my clit to rub upon, sparking pleasure that only added to everything that had come before.

Standing face to face, Jamie was a undefined blur that moved uncontrollably in the chest region as we humped away at each other. A whining moan came out of him, my panting the only answer he would receive. Gaining urgency, Jamie picked up speed and became more demanding, the hardness I was using to get off growing more so.

Hips pumping, breasts jiggling, we worked each other as our harsh breathing filled the room. Another cry came from him and the sudden burst of knowledge that he was going to blow a load in my panties pushed me over the edge as a final few thrusts were given and Jamie pulled me into an embrace, my orgasm deleting anything that wasn’t Jamie for a span of time that seemed to never end.

By the time those cloying waves of bliss let me break the surface, I became aware of a wet, heavier heat soaking through my panties. Hanging onto each other, our breathing slowed as we took time to recover. Jamie’s face was glowing, eyes still closed as his breathing slowed.

“I made a mess.” Said in a meek and guilty tone, I couldn’t help but laugh, the perfect way to cap off what had just happened.

“I know. It’s hot.” Taking my hands back, I stumbled back and fell on my bed, tripping over the pants pooled around my ankles. The front of Jamie’s purple panties were darker from the mess he had made, the bulge having shrunk down. And Jamie was still wearing stockings and everything else, the skirt remaining hiked about his waist.

Kicking off the jeans, I went to my dresser and found an old shirt and tossed it over. I stepped into the closet and stripped off my own soiled pair of underwear, changing into a pair of booty shorts that I slept in during the summer. I stepped out to Jamie dangling my panties from a finger, face still flushed with lingering bliss. I pointed at the hamper and he dropped it in, with me following suit. I had no idea if he had replaced them with another pair and could be naked under the skirt, priming me for another round I’m not sure Jamie was ready for.

Slinging an arm over his shoulder, I walked him to the bed and cleared a spot, the both of us sitting, Jamie leaning on me.

“Is it weird to be sharing underwear?” He asked, catching me off guard and forcing my brain to reengage thought.

“I dunno. We can always go shopping if you want your own.” Even after what he had done, Jamie still flushed red at the idea.

“Can’t. Tom might find them and hiding the bras is bad enough.” He sounded sleepy yet thoughtful, as if he still had access to logic. All I had was seeing him in a skirt and stockings and that image wasn’t conducive to logic.

“You can leave them here. We can get matching bras and panties.” A shiver racked him and I giggled, enjoying this so very much. But that idea was taking hold, it would be easy enough, Jamie was close to my size after all. Some measurements, an online calculator and we’d be good to go. Running a hand over a stocking clad leg, Jamie sat up and locked eyes with me.

“Long as your with me, sure, I can try. I mean, I-I want to but…” I caught his chin as his nerve broke and he tried to look away.

“Tomorrow, Sunday night, dead of winter, no one will be there. And if they are, fuck ’em, I’ll be by your side the whole time. Just promise you won’t bail on me.” He nodded, color rising once more. “Promise?”

“Promise.” He said, raising a hand and extending his pinky. I laughed and locked mine to his before speaking the next step. “Okay, gotta get your numbers now. Then tomorrow night we get in, find a few things, self checkout and done!” Nodding, Jamie wore a small smile as I looked for the measuring tape I had for reasons, similarly to the denim skirt he still wore.

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The Neighbor’s Tan

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Eighteen is a wonderful age for a man. It’s the time when he can walk into a store and buy cigs without worry of being “caught”. It’s the age when he can look at as many sexual things that he wants, legally. It is also the time when he becomes legal, himself. This age was no different for me. It marked my entry into legal manhood, as well as, sexual manhood.

It all started, a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was still living at home with my parents, and I had a girlfriend. I was not sexually starved because she would give it to me anytime I wanted. She wasn’t a slut or a whore, she was in love and her hormones were just as raging as mine. The only problem was, one just wasn’t enough.

I looked at all the women in my life with a sexual interest. I watched my neighbor tanning in her yard, I longed to screw my friends at the mall (where I worked), I fantasized about a girl I knew at the restaurant I ate at, I even wanted to fuck one of my girlfriend’s friends and one of my girlfriend’s relatives. Celebrities couldn’t escape my thoughts, either.

Was I a horny bastard? I don’t think so. I think, I was just a very sexual man with needs that had to be fulfilled. But, little did I know, that everyone I listed above had needs of their own. Needs, that I could help with. That’s why the age of eighteen, was a wonderful age for this man.

The Neighbor’s Tan

As I said above, I watched my neighbor tanning in her yard. Not in a voyeuristic way. Since she was a friend of the family, she had no problem letting me come over and talk to her while she tanned, But, of course, my mind was never on the conversation at hand.

My sexual friendship with her started a week after my eighteenth birthday. I was taking a walk when I saw her tanning in her backyard. She saw me first though, and gave me a wave. I waved back and considered it an invitation to come over and gawk or talk or whatever the hell you want to call what I did.

She was about 5’5’’, brown hair, a little bit overweight from not moving while she laid out in the sun all day (but that just made her more curvaceous). She was beautiful at forty-five, a divorced mother, and was the basis for some of my fantasies, and the cause for the erection that I was soon to get in moments to come.

“Hi, Ben.”

“Hey, Ms. McGill. How’re you doing?”

“Oh, I’m doing good. Just working on my tan.”

And she was, too. She was wearing a red one piece that didn’t show anything except legs and cleavage. Her getting a tan was truly a job requiring the term “working”.

adana escort “Well, you’re never going to get a tan that way.”

“What do you mean?”

“ I mean, you’re wearing a one piece that’s not exposing anything to the sun. Isn’t it a little hard to get a tan this way. Shouldn’t you have something different for this?”

It was obvious that she had never really thought about it and had just worn what she had out of decency.

“I don’t have anything else.”

“Maybe you should go buy you a two piece or something of that nature.”

“I think I will.”, she hesitated and spoke again, “You seem to be an expert on this sort of thing. Do you want to come with me?”

No on you, I thought.

“Sure, just let me call my parents, while you get dressed.”

We walked into her house and I made a beeline to the phone. As I was telling my parents that I was going to the mall with Mrs. McGill, I saw her walk out of her bedroom with only a towel wrapped around her. I hung up the phone just before she passed by me.

“ I have to wash off this suntan lotion before we go.”

The thought alone that she was naked underneath that towel started my hardness to grow. I could see the same things I could when she had on her one piece, but it still turned me on. I guess it was the knowledge that the towel wasn’t as secure.

She walked on into the bathroom and I waited on the couch for her. In fifteen or so minutes, she was ready.

The car ride over there was short. We had the radio on and didn’t talk any, which got my mind to thinking. I looked over at her and realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. I suppose, she thought that since she was going bikini shopping it was useless. Only problem is, she has 38 D breasts and going without a bra is very noticeable.

We got to the mall and went into a store that sold bikinis. I looked around for one that was revealing of her skin, but not my intentions. I found a navy blue string-like bikini that I found appropriate for the situation. She said that she would try it on and went back into the changing area.

After she walked around the corner, the woman working there said it was ok if I went back there with her. I asked if she was sure, and she said that there was no reason that I’d spy in my mom. With that misunderstanding in hand, I walked back there.

I stood outside of the door and told her, I was there, and that the clerk said it was ok.

“Oh, ok. Well, how do I look?”

eskişehir escort She stepped out of the dressing room and showed me her suit. It was the equivalent to a bra and panty set, showing just as much. Her stomach was pale in contrast to the rest of her body.

“Good. You really needed this, I see.” I said as I reached out and touched her belly.

“Yeah. Thanks for telling me. I never thought anything about it. Are you sure the neighbors won’t mind?”

“I don’t see why. But, if are self-conscious, just lay up on the deck of the pool. No one can see you behind that privacy fence you have up there.”

“I think I’ll do that” she said laughingly.

She wore the suit out under her clothes in place of the absent bra and panties she didn’t wear.

We went back to her house and she went up to the pool as soon as we got back, taking off her clothes and getting in immediately.

“Ben, will you go inside and grab my suntan lotion for me. It’s on the bathroom sink.”

“Sure.”

I ran into the house, grabbed it, and was out before she was out of the pool. Which, by the way, she was getting out of before I left.

I handed her the lotion and sit back on a chair, waiting for the coming show.

“Since, I’ve got this new suit. I’m going to go for a better tan. I need your help putting the lotion on. I hope you don’t mind, do you?”

“No, not at all.” I said, maybe a tad bit too eager.

I sat next to her as she was laying on her front, draped on the beach chair she had.

I started putting lotion on her calves, then her thighs. I was even so bold as to put lotion on the sides of her ass cheeks. Thank God, I recommended this thong-like bikini. I moved up to her lower back and then her shoulders. I tried to put some under her string but it was much too tight.

She must have known that’s what I was trying to do because then, she reached back and untied the two strings holding it on. Then, not only did she let it drop, but she took it off and flung it behind her, so it landed by my feet. She rested and told me to continue.

I had a plan. As I was rubbing her back, I let my hands slide down to the sides of her breasts. Before long, my whole hands were caressing her tits. I did this for two reasons. One, to touch her breasts, of course. Two, to keep her mind off what my feet were doing.

As I was rubbing her tits, I picked up her bikini top with my feet and flung it into the pool. I wasn’t sure how I sakarya escort was going to see her breasts in all their glory, but this guaranteed that I would.

“Do you want me to lotion up your front, too? I mean, your stomach and the front of your legs.”

“Sure, just hand me my top.”

“Ummm….I can’t”

“Why not?”, she said with uncertainty in her voice.

“Well, because you threw it in the pool.”

“Oh.”

There was a moment of silence as she thought about what to do, now.

She turned over onto her back exposing her breasts to me.

“Well, you did say I needed a better way to get a tan didn’t you?”

“Yeah, but……do you want me to lotion up all of your front?”

“Sure.”

She smiled as I started to rub lotion into her tits. Needless to say, I was hard as a rock. Here I was rubbing my neighbor’s 38 D tits with lotion.

“I hope you don’t mind me saying, but this is kind of making me uncomfortable. If you know what I mean.”

“Oh, well, if it’s too tight, maybe you should take them off.”

I took her advice and removed my pants and boxers. It felt a little weird being completely naked in front of her but I was ready for anything.

“ I feel weird like this. Maybe you should take off you bottoms, too.”

“ Ok, if it will help.” she said smiling.

For the first time, I saw my neighbor’s bush. It was trimmed into that landing strip design, and looked inviting. Needless, to say that made my rock hard cock throb.

“Are you ok, Ben?”

“I just need a little relief, that’s all.”

“Well, maybe I can lend you a hand. I do need more lotion, after all. And I think you should call me Carol after this.”

She reached down and started stroking my long, hard, cock. After the first few seconds, I felt like I would explode all over her. I was fighting it back from the beginning, it seemed.

“Do you like this? Don’t you want to lotion my tits up with your cum?”

I had never heard her talk this way, and the combination of nakedness and dirty talk for the first time sent me over the edge.

“I’m cumming Carol. I’m cumming all over your big, beautiful tits.”

“Oh, that’s right baby, cum all over me.”

After I came down off of my orgasm, she released me and jumped in the pool to wash off.

“Do me another favor will you?” she asked

“Sure.”

“I want you to come back in a week and tell me how my tan looks. If you don’t like it, you’ll have to eat me out. If you do like it, you have to eat me out…..before fucking my brains out. Sound good?”

“Sounds great. But, what about now?”

“ Go home and think about the week ahead. I like to build up, and I want you to do the same.”

“ Ok. Bye, Ms.…Carol.”

“ Bye, Ben.”

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Dinner For Eight – Sixth Course

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Foreplay

(Previously –

Rob and Ann have invited three couples to their home for A Scripted Dinner. After the first course, a delicious assortment of appetizers, Rob gave his first script direction.

“Ladies, please remove your blouses.”

A cream soup was served, and even eaten, amidst other activities. Then Rob gave his second direction.

“Ladies, please remove your skirts.”

The wide array of lettuces in the salad drew only moderate consideration from the assembled couples, as temptations to use hands elsewhere overcame etiquette boundaries.

When the salads were cleared away, Rob delivered his third directive.

“Gentlemen, unhook their bras.”

Amidst the appreciation of fine flesh now exposed, chilled bowls of sherbet were served. These inspired a flurry of creative exercises. Finally, when the sherbet was either consumed or reposing on the floor, Rob managed to order, “Get those panties off!”

Barely a taste of the beef Wellington passed the guests’ lips as the men all favored the recently exposed treats. But the women then took matters into their own hands, or mouths. When Rob was no longer inclined to speak, Ann made the next request, “Juan, please bring the dessert now.”)

Each of the four woman knelt before her husband’s chair. Each of the four men sighed at the pleasures enveloping him. Silently, moving with the poise of experience, Juan delivered a dessert tray to each place setting.

Her strawberry blond hair swung at shoulder length as Traci’s head moved up and down. She kept a slow, long rhythm, matching the mellow strains of the jazz ballad from the sound system. Her nails kept a light counterpoint on the looser skin just beneath.

Despite her concentration between her husband’s legs, Traci noticed the slight difference in sounds a few minutes later. Curious, this youngest woman at the gathering slid her hands where her mouth had just been and looked up at the head of the table.

There, the hostess for the evening, Ann, stood. Gleams of candlelight reflected from her dark hair. Traci could see her carefully assessing the array of foods on her tray. With her right hand, Ann urfa escort kept intimate contact with Rob. Traci watched as Ann leaned close to her husband and said, “Rob, dear, move that cute little ass of yours up here on the table.”

“Mmphfmfff?” replied Rob, his head tipped back and his eyes closed.

“Now, now,” the dark-haired woman reiterated, “you heard me. Get yourself up on this table.”

“What!”

Traci chuckled. Obviously Rob had understood his wife that time.

“Do you like this, my dear?” Ann asked solicitously.

“MmmmmmmMMMMMM,” Rob groaned.

“Then you’ll stand up here,” Ann continued, “and lay back here.”

Traci watched in fascination as the hostess laid her husband on the table between their trays of desserts.

“See? That wasn’t so difficult, was it?” Ann reassured her partner.

“Ohhhhhh, yessssssssssss,” replied Rob.

Traci chuckled again. Rob’s reply might not mean what he said, but there was no doubt about the level of enjoyment he had expressed.

Ann bent to the edge of the table, taking her husband’s stiffness into her mouth. Surrounding just the head, the hostess touched her lips to it ever so gently. Traci was sure Rob no longer noticed he was lying on a table.

Following a look Ann sent to the opposite end of the table, Traci turned her head. There, Ruth’s heavy breasts bobbed as she cajoled Jim onto the table. Just as Ruth had, Traci and Barb caught Ann’s unspoken agenda. The two women began whispering enticements to their spouses as well. Soon, four male torsos sprawled across the white expanse of the tablecloth.

And there could be no doubt about them being male. Four erect poles of desire announced both their gender and their interest. Not that any announcement was needed to attract the women’s attention. Tongues and lips and mouths savored the treats rising before them.

Ruth made long licks from the balls between Jim’s legs up the entire length of his hard cock. Barb took little nibbles around the top of Floyd’s reddened head. Ann sucked one ball in and out of her gentle mouth, while her hand slowly balıkesir escort covered and uncovered her husband’s dick. Traci opened wide and swallowed inches and inches of Mark’s long penis.

Traci had her eyes closed for a while, the better to concentrate on Mark’s reactions to her touches. She felt his breathing quicken when his cock hit the back of her throat, or when she stopped halfway and circled his head with her tongue. She also tasted the spurt of pre-cum.

The nipples on the small breasted woman were pointed knobs when she felt her husband’s balls draw up close to his body. She slowly slid her lips off his cock one last time and ceased her movements. It wasn’t time to let a climax overtake her love. No, not yet.

Looking toward the head of the table, Traci stared in surprise. Ann had taken portions from her dessert tray and created a dick sundae! Traci craned her head to identify all the layers decorating Rob’s private parts.

There was pineapple making a ring at the base of the tall, stiff center. A layer of whipped cream held a row of raspberries in place around his rigidity. Traci thought the green layer must be kiwi slices. She glanced down at her own dessert tray for confirmation. Indeed, kiwi was available.

Mischief dancing in her eyes, Traci reached for her own dessert spoon. The strawberry blond laughed when Mark yelped at the first touch of the chilly whipped cream. Carefully, she spread the foundation for her own cock tower.

Between layers, Traci watched the other women. The golden blond Ruth experimented with how to get a cherry to balance on the top of her husband’s fruit bedecked erection. Barb had opted to make a bed of whipped cream and chocolate on Floyd’s stomach. After she had licked Floyd’s dick down into the dessert, she watched it spring back towards the ceiling. Then she slowly licked all the sauces off it.

While Traci smooshed cherries into the chocolate now covering Mark’s cock, Juan stood nearby – with a camera. He had taken a photo of Ann’s creation on Rob already. Traci appraised her decorating once more, then nodded to trabzon escort Juan. She put her face next to the hard, colorful pole and smiled with her tongue just touching her lips. Juan snapped the picture.

“Ann, I love these raspberries,” Ruth complimented the hostess.

Ann took one finger and swiped whipped cream off her cheek, into her mouth. “Mmmmmmm,” she answered Ruth, “I think I like the pineapple the best.”

“Oh, no,” piped up Barb, “the CHOCOLATE!” The women all laughed at her deep appreciation.

“But,” Traci interrupted, “let’s not forget the centerpieces.”

“Oh, nooooooooooo!”

“Never.”

“Not a chance,” came the replies. Grinning, the women returned to eating their dessert creations off their husbands.

Long minutes later, Rob took a deep breath and propped himself up on his elbows. A look of exquisite indulgence gripped his face, but he scooted off the table and spoke softly. “No one can compare to you, my dearest non-follower of directions, but I will wait no longer.” And with that, his arms surrounded his ample bodied wife and pressed her to the floor.

Rustling from all around the table gave evidence that the other men were following the host’s lead. Traci let herself be lowered to the floor. Before abandoning herself to delicious kisses, she scanned the room, peering between the legs of the table.

Barb crouched on top of Floyd, her mouth still enjoying cock au chocolate while Floyd’s tongue flicked at the pink lips between her legs. Ruth sat astride her husband. Her breasts swung with each motion, nipples hardened, as she alternately lifted herself and plunged down again. As Traci watched, Jim reached for the globes dangling above him, and Ruth moaned at his touch.

Peeking under the table the other direction, Traci saw Rob swing Ann’s legs over his shoulders. Despite Rob’s bulk blocking the sound from the hostess, Traci nonetheless heard a most appreciative moan. Rob’s own sounds of appreciation joined his wife’s.

Traci turned her attention to Mark as he kissed her lips, fondled her breast, and fingered her wetness. She opened her legs wide, then wider, beckoning him to her.

Mark hovered above her. She pulsed with longing. The full, strong length of him entered her, and a warmth spread within her. Between her legs, oh yes, there. But also throughout her being. Full. Right. Complete.

“Welcome, my love,” Traci murmured in her husband’s ear. “Please do come inside.”

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Butler in the Buff

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I am a 27 year personal trainer. One of my client, a 40ish year old woman asked me if I would be interested in making some extra money one Saturday night. I said sure and she said I would butler for her girl’s party, wearing only an apron. I figured I wouldn’t know anyone at the party. I have a nice muscular body and the money was good so I said yes.

So, that Saturday night I was at her house, naked, except for a black apron covering my front, my backside was completely exposed. Luckily, I have a nice butt, so I’ve been told. Then the hostess told me the party was for women at the gym where I am the trainer. I started to get a little nervous as I see these women at work every day.

The doorbell rang so I answered the door to greet the guests. The first group of women were other clients of mine. They got big smiles on their faces when they saw it was me in just an apron. They asked me to lead them to the hostess so they could get a good look at my backside.

As the women arrived to the party, I would greet sakarya escort them and get them drinks. Then about a half hour into the party, I answered the door and there were my coworkers, 2 other female trainers and 2 women who work at the front desk. They screamed in delight, laughing at my uniform (or lack of uniform). Katie said “do you have anything on underneath that apron?” I said no and they made me turn around. Again, screams of laughter as they stared at my naked butt. There were some comments, some smacks on the butt but all is could do is smile.

I didn’t think it could get more embarrassing but it did. I answered the door and it was two lady friends of my mom. They were surprised to see me, but also to see me standing there in just an apron. I explained the situation and they just giggled to themselves.

As I escorted them into the party, I heard one of the ladies say, “oh my gosh, he doesn’t have any shorts on under that apron!” I told the hostess that two izmir escort of my mom’s friends were here and that I needed to put on shorts and she said that was not the deal we made. I was truly humiliated to show my butt to my mom’s friends. And I know they were going to tell her.

The party was getting wild. When the women would do shots, they would make me do shots with them. Everyone was getting drunk and rowdy. The hostess then asked me if I would work the last 1/2 hour completely naked. The women took up a collection and offered me a lot more money. It was more money than I make in 3 months at the gym. But how could I get naked in front of coworkers and friends of my moms?? The alcohol in me made me say yes.

The ladies were all seated and I was front and center. The hostess came behind me, made me put my hands on my head, face the crowd, and she untied the apron! The apron felled to the floor and I stood there completely naked. The women cheered and laughed and pointed. mersin escort I couldn’t help but to look at my mom’s friends. They both turned their heads not to look at me. I then looked at my fellow coworkers as they were staring directly at my naked body. It was embarrassing yet exciting at the same time.

I continued to get drinks and serve the party. It was very strange to be completely naked in a room filled with people. My mom’s friends approached me and asked me to get them a drink. They were no longer turning their heads, they were staring at my body. They were complimenting on what a wonderful body I had, as the caressed my arms and back. I was feeling very exposed as my mom’s friends groped me.

As the women got more drunk, their hands were all over me – I couldn’t help but to start to get hard. Now, not only did my coworkers and clients see me naked but now they have seen me hard. I asked them to stop but they continued to touch me. The hostess then offered me a bunch more money to have the women stroke me to orgasm. I said absolutely not! She offered to blow me privately but I said no. I finished the half hour and went home with a load of cash. Going to work on Monday was a funny feeling knowing 2 days earlier I was completely naked in front of all these women. And funny that my mom’s friends never told her they say me.

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Delilah’s Special Weekend Ch. 02

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Karen woke to the smell of coffee and something delicious cooking in the kitchen downstairs. She rolled over to check the clock; 10:21am. Good grief! She hadn’t sleep this late in months. She stretched and ran her hands down her body, circling them on her tits and then gliding both down to the warm v where her thighs met her pussy. She squeezed her thighs tightly and moaned lightly. She felt really good; free; a new woman.

Climbing from the cozy warm bed, the cool morning air hit her and she shivered. Karen felt her nipples rise. She dug into her overnight bag and pulled out her gray sweat pants and a red and gray t-shirt. She brushed her teeth and her hair, washed her face, threw on her fuzzy slippers and bounced down the stairs and to kitchen.

From the doorway she saw Delilah busy slicing strawberries. A navy blue floor-length satin robe that hugged her curves covered her shapely figure and her feet caressed by delicate white satin slippers. Delilah’s auburn hair was lose and flowing. God, she loved this woman. She had it all in Delilah, a best friend and a lover who knew her every need. Karen’s only regret in life had been that she didn’t remain closer to Delilah. Sure they talked almost daily, and met every 2 or three months for shopping sprees, but Karen wished they had lived next door all their life so she could see Delilah and touch her whenever she wanted. Delilah had always accepted and supported her every decision even down to her marriage to Ben. Marriage to Ben; what a joke that had been for nineteen and half years. Well, it was all about to change now.

“Morning Kitten. John get off OK this morning?” Karen asking grabbing Delilah’s coffee cup and taking a swig as she leaned her back against the counter next to her.

“Which time?” Delilah giggled, smiling broadly at Karen.

“Oh you naughty, naughty girl.” Karen shook her head in mock disdain. “I heard him moaning as I went to sleep last night. But seriously, did he get out of here in time to meet Jake at 5am after you keeping him up late?”

“Why Karen, what ever are you insinuatin’?” Delilah asked in her best Scarlett O’Hara voice.

They giggled out loud again, and pecked each other lightly on the lips. Karen picked up a cup of coffee, a dish of strawberries and some fresh whipped cream and carried them to the kitchen table.

“Golly, Delilah, all this trouble for little ole me?” Karen mimicked with her own southern drawl.

“Hey, nothing’s too good for my best friend. After all, I plan to spoil you silly this weekend if you’ll let me.” Delilah said as she placed a plate of French toast and bacon before Karen. “We’re gonna eat, drink and be very merry all weekend long, Honey.”

“Oh please, spooiill me!” Karen touted. She added the strawberries and a dollop of whipped cream to her French toast. “However, if you’re planning to feed me like this all weekend, I’ll need a new wardrobe two sizes bigger by the time I leave Tuesday.”

“Not to worry Dearie. It will be salads for lunch. Your visit just gave me an excuse to celebrate a little.” Delilah announced. She slid into the chair across from Karen. Her loosely tied robe opening slightly to reveal her luscious breasts lying loose beneath it. Karen looked at Delilah and sighed audibly. Delilah’s beauty had always taken her breath away.

There had never been any question in Karen or Delilah’s minds that they certainly had something special between them from the moment they met at age 8. They loved each other very much, although they both loved men too, and either would do anything they could to help the other. They had supported each other through their ups and downs with the men in their lives, and always found a special comfort when they were together, whether it was as friends or lovers.

Over breakfast, Delilah told Karen that she had some special plans for them that day. All her and John’s treat, of course, and then, they had dinner reservations a Karen’s favorite restaurant at 8pm. Karen argued that Delilah didn’t need to pay for everything, that it was more than enough just to get to spend time together, but Delilah wouldn’t hear it. She said it was to be her treat or nothing at all. Karen relented. She had to admit though, it made her feel wonderful to know Delilah, and John, cared so much for her.

They cleared the table and did the dishes together, pinching, poking, and teasing each other like sisters all through the chores. Then they picked up their scattered clothes in the den, Delilah remarking that as John kissed her good-bye this morning he said it looked like he missed a wild party last night.

“Yeah, about that Delilah.” Karen started as they walked up the steps toward their rooms. “Just how does John feel about us being so close?”

“Are you kidding? He absolutely loves it, Karen. He was so excited last night at the thought of us downstairs making out. When I climbed into bed with him, he was asleep, but had a raging hard on. Those moans you heard were him cumming almost as soon as I put his cock in my mouth.” Delilah smiled at yalova escort her friend. “He loves you too, Honey, very much. And he wants us all to be happy.”

“Delilah, John is a gem. You know I love him too, and I’m so happy you two found each other. God, why couldn’t I have found someone like him, instead of…of Ben?” Karen stammered.

Delilah turned and saw tears well up in Karen’s beautiful chocolate eyes. “Aww Honey, come on. Let’s get a shower and get out of here.” She led Karen to the master bath. She turned on the water in the large marble shower, and then turned back to Karen. Their eyes met and held. Delilah slipped off her satin robe, standing totally nude in front of Karen, and reached to hang it on the wall hook next to them. Karen’s hands came up and cupped Delilah’s breasts.

“You’re so beautiful, Delilah” Karen cooed as she leaned in and tenderly met Delilah’s soft lips. She placed her hands on Delilah’s hips and pulled her closer, then slid her arms around Delilah’s back and held her tightly as their kiss grew stronger.

Delilah moved her hands under Karen’s t-shirt and lifted it up. Karen lifted her arms, letting the shirt slide off over her head. She slipped out of her shoes and hooking her fingers in her waistband, pulled her sweats down over her hips and they fell to the floor. Karen stepped from them and took Delilah’s hand and led her to the shower. She pulled Delilah to her and they moved gracefully under the streaming hot water. They kissed, mashing their lips together hard. Delilah’s tongue pushed into Karen’s mouth and danced erotically around her tongue. Karen’s tongue answered with a sweet hunger. Karen wrapped her fingers in Delilah’s wet hair and pulled her head back slightly and traced her delicate neck with kisses, making her way to those gorgeous ivory breasts.

Delilah arched her back and moaned as Karen sucked in her taut nipple. Another moan escaped her as Karen bit softly on the cherry bud between her teeth. Delilah’s hands moved down to the heart shaped tanned globes of Karen’s ass. She kneaded the firm flesh and pulled Karen to her to feel their mons meet in a soft kiss.

“Ahhh…” Delilah sighed as she felt Karen’s fingers slide between her swelling pussy lips and her middle finger entered her juicy slot. Karen backed Delilah against the coolness of the marble wall and pulled Delilah’s right leg up until her foot rested on the shower seat. She dropped to her knees and swooped her tongue into the deliciously inviting pinkness of Delilah’s pussy. The taste was as sweet as honey upon her tongue. She loved the taste of her. She always had. From the first time her tongue had touched Delilah when they were very young girls exploring, she had craved her taste.

“Mmmmmm…” Karen murmured as her tongue lapped at the juices resting at the entrance to Delilah’s sex. Two fingers replaced her tongue as she moved it up to suckle on Delilah’s small clit. So different from her larger button, Delilah’s lay quietly hidden by its maiden hood, forcing Karen to suck and coax it out and into her wanting mouth.

“Oohhh yeah, Honey. Suck it!” Delilah groaned as Karen succeeded in her quest.

Karen’s fingers moved up Delilah’s hot canal as Karen sucked hard on Delilah’s now swollen button. She moved them in and out, fully and slowly. She felt her own sex seeping out onto her dark brown downy covering. Karen’s body was growing in its need to be touched, but she wanted to please her lover first. She moved her fingers faster and deeper and twisted them until she was there…right there…the spot that drove Delilah wild.

“Oh Fuck Karen! M’god, yes! Unh…Unh.” Delilah pumped her hips against Karen’s fingers.

Karen added one more finger. The count…now three. Delilah’s tightness amazed her. She knew John’s cock was thick and fairly long by Delilah’s stories, but Delilah was still tight. Karen felt Delilah’s vaginal muscles squeeze her fingers. Damn, she wished she had a cock and could slide it into this piece of heaven. Delilah’s mutterings told her she was getting close. Karen moved her other hand to Delilah’s ass and pulled her in closer. She parted the ivory cheeks and moved to work her index finger around the tight pink circle. Delilah squealed and bucked hard against her face as she pushed two fingers through the tight bum hole.

“Oooooo…Oooooo, Karen…I’m cumming Baabyyy! I’m cumming, right fucking now.” Delilah screamed as she grabbed Karen’s head with both hands and fucked her face hard.

Karen felt the spasms move through Delilah’s body. Her ass and pussy clamped down hard, released, clamped, released. Delilah trembled with her excitement. It was almost enough to make Karen cum too.

Delilah pulled her up gently by the hair and kissed her tenderly. “Oh Karen, that was wonderful. You haven’t suffered for lack of practice.” She hugged Karen to her. “Let me soap you up Honey.” She reached for the sponge and put some vanilla shower gel on it and started right on Karen’s breasts. She lifted, moved and massaged each edirne escort breast with the fragrant sponge. She worked her way down Karen’s abdomen and teasingly ran circles right above her bush. She felt Karen move against the sponge begging silently for more. Delilah turned her and starting at Karen’s shoulders, worked the lather in sensuous circles all the way down to her small heart-shaped derriere. Delilah stepped up closer until her breasts lay pressed against Karen’s back. She let her left hand glide around through the lather and find Karen’s rigid nipple. She pinched its hardness smartly and Karen yelped. Delilah continued her teasing as she let the soapy sponge move down Karen’s lower back, over her cheeks and into the inviting crevice leading to Karen’s treasures.

Karen breathed out a quiet moan as Delilah used the sponge to apply a light pressure to her tight anal ring and then moved further down to her aching sex. Delilah’s hand moved slowly and methodically up and down the length of Karen’s sensitive slit several times. Delilah dropped the sponge and continued her ministrations by placing her thumb on Karen’s anus and sliding the index finger side of her hand up and down.

She heard Karen’s breathing quicken when her fingers slipped between her pouting labia and bumped against her clit. Delilah loved the feel of their soap-covered bodies moving together matching the rhythm of her fingers. Karen bent forward slightly placing her hands against the cold slick marble wall and pushed her backside out and spread her legs a little more, giving Delilah full access to Karen’s womanhood.

Delilah’s passion rose along with Karen’s. She moved to position herself directly behind Karen. Delilah slid her left hand down from Karen’s swollen nipple to her large engorged clit, and then let three fingers of her right hand enter Karen’s beckoning pussy.

“Unnhhh…Oh my God, yes, Delilah.” Karen groaned out as Delilah entered her. “Oh Baby, fuck me good.”

“You know I’ll fuck you real good, Karen. Mmmmm…I love the feel of your big clit between my fingers. I love rolling it and pinching it and making you hot.” Delilah whispered breathlessly into Karen’s ear as her teeth nipped at her earlobe. She moved up closer against Karen’s ass and matched her rhythm to Karen’s until her own clit was riding the knuckle below her thumb. Delilah loved the feel of Karen’s velvet pussy walls snugly wrapped around her fingers. She felt Karen squeeze them to hold her fingers tightly.

“That’s it Honey, fuck my fingers. Feel me riding you Karen? I wish my hand was a dick and I could cum in you.” Delilah grunted as she pushed her weight against her hand pounding her clit as she pounded Karen’s pussy. Delilah’s force pushed her thumb through Karen’s relaxing anus.

“Oh, fuck yes…yesssss!” squealed Karen as Delilah’s digit popped through. She pushed back harder against Delilah’s thrusts.

Karen loved Delilah’s dirty talk. There were times, when she would almost cum just from listening to that smutty mouth. Karen knew that the hotter Delilah got, the dirtier she talked, and she loved it.

“Tell me about Kitten.” Karen begged over her shoulder.

Delilah moved her head forward to Karen’s until their lips were just millimeters apart. “Oh Honey, I’d pump cock so deep into your sopping pussy, you’d scream. I’d fill your beautiful cunt with all my cock meat, and maybe I’d even fuck your ass. Would like that Karen?” Her lips parted and her tongue traced Karen’s lips gently.

“Oooooo yeah, Kitten. I’d love it.” Karen felt a searing heat building in her stomach. It was radiating out and filling her whole body with liquid fire. Her throbbing clit grew larger still as Delilah rolled the button from side to side and in circles. “Oh Baby, I’m getting close. I wanna cum on your cock Delilah.”

“Come on Honey, cum on my big fat cock.” Delilah said as she slipped her fourth finger in to join her other three. “Feel my cock swelling Baby? I’m getting ready to shoot my fucking cum up your cunt.”

“Oh m’god Delilah…mmmmmm….” Karen couldn’t take any more of this and not cum. She arched her back against Delilah’s hot body and pushed her ass harder into the thrusting fingers. “Nowwwww….Delilah….NOWWWWW!” Karen screamed loudly as the spasms racked her body and her release began to flow like lava through her sex and spilled into her veins carrying it throughout her whole body.

“Oohhhhhhh…FUCK….fuck….yes…yesssss!” Delilah moaned as Karen’s scream carried her into her own massive waves of passionate explosion. They shivered almost in unison as they rode out their passion. Spent, they felt their legs would give way so Delilah clung to Karen and Karen braced them against the wall.

“Karen?” Whispered Delilah with her forehead nestled on Karen’s upper back, and her arms wrapped around Karen’s middle.

“Hmmm?” Karen questioned dreamily as her flushed face cooled against the marble shower wall.

“Maybe we should have married each other instead of Ben and David. After erzurum escort all, our sex is always more pleasing to us than what they ever thought they were giving.” Delilah giggled.

“Yeah, but then I wouldn’t have Seth and Dale. Besides, now you’ve found John and I would have been too possessive to ever let you go.” Karen giggled and turned to face Delilah and they kissed tenderly.

Delilah stood upright. “You’re right. Well, I guess we will just have to keep having our torrid love affair till we can’t get out of our rocking chairs any longer.” They both laughed out loud.

“Hey Delilah, would you do me a favor and shave my pubic hair for me? I love the way your smooth pussy feels, and I’m ready for a change. Ben threw a fit when I shaved it when we first married and demanded that if I ever expected him to touch me again, I’d better let it grow back. Not that it really made a difference in how much he touched me, but I just didn’t feel the need till now.”

“Sure Honey, cock your little ole leg up on this seat and I’ll take care of that for you.” Delilah said dropping to her knees and patting the shower seat next to her. She took her time and soaped Karen’s dark down thoroughly. Delilah liked Karen’s cunt hair. It had always been soft and laid more straight than the tight curls that covered her slit. Delilah felt Karen shiver from the sensitivity left from her orgasm as she parted her labia with thumb and index finger of her left hand.

“Stop fidgeting Karen. You wouldn’t want me to cut off anything important down here.” Delilah teased. Karen laughed too and promised to stand still. Delilah’s strokes with the razor were slow, and she took great care to be as sensuous as she could be while shaving this beautiful prize. Each upward stroke revealed more of Karen’s delicate nether lips. They were as dark as the rest of her tan skin, and Karen’s large clit peeked through with its little chocolate head glistening from the soap. Delilah resisted the urge to suck it into her mouth. There would be time for that later. Delilah smiled to herself thinking about how beautiful Karen was and how this would only add to her sexy silhouette.

“There now, all done, and not a single knick.” Delilah boasted rising to rinse the razor. “Let’s finish up and get to town. We can’t lollygag around here all day.” She commanded and smacked Karen lightly on her bottom.

The two finished their shower, dressed in jeans and sweaters and headed for the mall. They had lunch at Conti’s and spent a couple of hours finding a new dress for dinner tonight and then headed for the spa where Delilah had set up an appointment for them at Victor’s Pamperia to have manicures, pedicures and a much appreciated massage by Miguel and Michael.

Delilah loved being massaged by these two very handsome, very strong and very erotic males, and she had been dying to share them with Karen. She told Karen that it never failed, regardless of which one of the two men worked on her body, she was always close to an orgasm by the time they finished. One time she came as Miguel was massaging her inner thigh. He chuckled and wiped the wetness that had spilled from her with his finger. Delilah said she nearly came again as he lifted it to his mouth and licked his finger. At that point of her story, Karen grabbed her hand and pulled her faster in the direction of the spa.

Two and a half hours later, they emerged from Victor’s refreshed and somewhat horny. Karen agreed that Delilah had been right on target about the masseuse. She had gotten Miguel, and she told Delilah as he finished and turned his back to get a fresh towel, she moaned out a deep quiet sigh as she touched her clit once and came.

They returned home and dressed for dinner in their new dresses. Delilah’s dress was turquoise and had plunging draped neckline. Her full breasts revealed their perfection in the cleavage showing above the soft fold of the drapes. There was a slit up her right thigh, which she loved. The dress clung to her curves in just the right spots and flowed gently down to just above her knees. Her black sling-back heels added just the right touch. Delilah’s long auburn curls caressed her shoulders. She looked into the mirror and applied her lipstick on her full mouth, and put a coating of shimmering gloss over it to give it a deliciously tempting look.

Karen had decided to be bold tonight and had chosen a fiery red silk dress. Set against her dark skin and hair, she was absolutely breathtaking. It had a plunging neckline and little pearl buttons that began at the base of her cleavage and blazed a trail down to her small waist. The closely clinging top cinched her waistline and then flowed into a full skirt that stopped about 2” above her knees. She decided to go all out and bought red heels and a red clutch bag to accent her dress. She swept her dark hair up in a single barrette so that it looked sexily tousled rather than precision perfect. A few velvet wisps adorned her neck and shoulders. Looking into the mirror, Karen was pleased to see a woman she had begun to think was lost. A seductive vixen who, like so many unhappy women, had gotten swept away with baskets of dirty laundry and old copies of National Geographic. She was once again the Karen who had been trapped for so long, once more to be set free. “Look out world. I’m back!” Karen said aloud as she grinned at her reflection.

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I walk through the front door and heave my backpack into the corner.

“Are you here?” I call to the quiet house.

“In the bedroom” you call.

I walk through the house, and find you standing in the middle of the bedroom, wearing only a black silk under bust corset, matching thong panties, and opaque black lace top stockings, and looking self conscious.

“I’m really not in the mood Darlin'” I tell you in an exasperated tone, “I had a really annoying day at work and I’m kind of in the mood to hurt someone”

You reply “I know, that’s why I’m dressed this way”

I shoot a wicked grin back at you looking out from under my eyebrows that sends a shiver down your spine. “You really think so hu?”

For a moment you consider running for the bathroom and locking the door, but you stand your ground. I normally prefer not to be in control, but every so often I get in a mood… and you need me to be in that mood today.

I cross the room in two strides, wrapping your hair around my hand and pulling your head back to passionately kiss your lips. Nibbling from your neck to your ear, and back to your lips. After a few moments my free hand slides inside the front of your panties to find you already soaking wet, a finger slides easily inside you.

“Are you sure you want this?” I dare you, but I already know you’re past the point of saying no.

“Please take me, do to me what you will” you response, barely choking you’re the words.

I instruct you “Fine then, lay down on the bed, if you want me to stop say ‘Penguin’ and I will, anything else and I won’t”.

Another shiver runs down your spine again and you silently walk to the bed and sit on the edge, crossing your legs and still feeling exposed, almost naked with me standing there fully clothed. You fight the urge to cover your bare breasts.

Standing over you placing my hand on the back of your neck I tilt your head denizli escort up to kiss you again, then slowly work my way down your neck, across your color bones, down further, you gasp as I take a nipple between my lips, softly at first, then feeling it harden, harder, alternating between pleasure and the slightest bit of pain as I take it gently between my teeth and tickle it with my tongue… after a few moments sucking it hard, then back to gentle kissing and repeating the cycle with the other.

Eventually I move still further down, nibbling your hips, kissing the inside of your thighs, tracing the line of your panties with my tongue, I can feel and smell your excitement, my breath hot on it’s source, but purposely avoiding touching you there. You arch, whimpering in frustration at my teasing, begging for my touch there.

I feel your hands on my head, guiding me to what you so desperately want, but I shake them off, grabbing your wrists and holding them to your sides.

“No” I say “you can’t have that yet” you whimper in frustration as I continue teasing you, your lust growing and burning. You try and squirm out of my grasp, and I stop and stand up. Your body shakes in frustration, and you beg “Please Dave, please make me cum with your tongue.”

I give you another wicked smile, and grab some neckties from the closet. I return to the bed you look up at me knowing what I have in mind.

“Do you want me to stop, or will you do as I say?” I tease you again.

“Yes, please whatever you want.” You respond, knowing I intend to torture you more, but also knowing that eventually I will grant you the release you so desperately crave.

I grin wickedly again and tie your right wrist to your right ankle then repeat the process on the left. I stand to admire my work and laugh maniacally. “Remember the word Darlin’?”

A moment of terror diyarbakır escort crosses your eyes, as you realize in the passion of the moment you’ve forgotten it. I roll you on your side and swat your butt. It stings, but doesn’t hurt bad, but it clears your mind enough that you remember. “Oh yes, I do!” you blurt out suddenly proud of yourself.

I laugh, and smile down at you, “good, then we can continue”. I return to teasing you, a kiss here, a nibble there, I reposition you on your side and run my tongue up the center of your back, barely touching the tiny hairs, my breath hot on your skin, I kiss the inside of your thighs and play with your nipples, alternating between soft and rough, giving you just a hint of the pleasure and pain to come.

From time to time I nibble or kiss your clit through your panties with my lips, causing you to gasp and arch for more, each time staying a bit longer, then moving off to tease another part of your body, each time not moving quite so far away, returning more and more frequently, until your body is shaking like a leaf in a storm from your frustration, and your panties are soaked with your excitement.

Then the moment you’ve been aching for, I pull your panties aside and press my lips to your bare clit. Euphoria explodes in your mind and you let out an involuntary moan of excitement.

I continue to tease this most sensitive place with my tongue and lips, you feel yourself building toward orgasm, and I can feel it in you. I start to count… 10… 9… 8… my counting brings you from your haze… you think to yourself “why is he counting?!” it’s enough to keep you from going over the edge to the release you are desperate for. My counting continues, 3… 2… 1… and I stop. You’ve never been denied an orgasm when you’re so close, and you struggle against your bonds and scream in frustration.

“Nooooo, antalya escort please, Dave, I’m soooo close… don’t stop!”

I grin wickedly at you, and laugh.

You curse me, “How can you laugh?!” You try everything, your knuckles white from clenching your fists in frustration, your body aching for release.

The moment passes and you lay your head on the bed with a sigh and a pout… with that I start again, teasing your clit with my lips and tongue… bringing you closer and closer, moments later when I feel your orgasm building again, I start to count 10… 9… 8… this time you know the trick. You scream “No, don’t you dare!” you try and concentrate, try and beat the clock… I just keep counting, my fingers on your breasts, every number I lift off one finger… I reach one, and stop, a second longer and you would have had it…

Four more times I bring you to the edge and deny you. The last time I don’t count, I say to you, “you may come” it takes you a few seconds to realize, you’d almost given up the hope waves of ecstasy wash over you, it feels like it will never end… your thighs clamped around my head in passion. I just continue, your clit engorged and sensitive, you beg me to stop with the same fervor that only moments ago you begged me to continue, and now your back arches and your thighs tighten attempting to get me to stop.

When I finally do stop you are laying on the bed, panting, spent… uncomfortable in your bonds, you plead with your eyes and words, “Please Baby, untie me, let me please you now.”

But one look at my eyes and the bulge in my pants you know that I’m just beginning, and that your excitement only served to awaken the animal sleeping inside of me.

I lay down beside you, kissing you softly, and whisper evilly in your ear… “Remember I told you I was in the mood to hurt someone… and you egged me on. You’ve had your pleasure, now it’s time for a bit of pain.”

Standing beside the bed I smile at the fear in your eyes… “Please, no” you whisper.

“No what?” I smirk at you.

“I don’t know…” you reply “you’re scaring me.”

“You haven’t seen anything yet dear.” I say as I walk out of the room… “we’re just beginning”.

To be continued…

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