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Well, I did it. I had my first bukkake last night. Or should I say WE had our first bukkake party last night. I never thought that the idea of a bunch of men cumming on one woman would be so erotic, but I was curious and Kid was SO excited, I could tell. He acted so different all day long, on the phone. Quiet, subdued. Usually he’s really excited about stuff, really animated. But yesterday he was so quiet. When he picked me up, he just sat in the car, staring at me, not talking. I thought something was wrong. I didn’t realize until the next day that he was just so excited, and maybe a little nervous.

I was nervous. I was worried that the lady of the party wouldn’t want me there. But when we got there, she came running out to meet us with a big smile on her face. God she’s beautiful. I was wet just thinking about her. I knew she wanted the guys to herself, and I didn’t want to participate, all I wanted to do was watch. Plus I wanted to see Kid with her. I wanted to watch him. So we hugged, and then she hugged Kid. And I knew that it was going to be fine. She is such a sweet person, she has a wonderful personality to go with that wonderful body of hers. And her husband is so cool, they are so secure in their relationship. I love it. Her and I were making plans Betturkey to go shopping together, and for us to all get together with other friends. Then she asked me to be her director. I didn’t even know what this was. She said “I will do anything, but I’m not very agressive. You seem more outgoing, and I would really like it if you would tell me what to do.” Oh my god, this is like a dream come true! All I had hoped to be able to do was watch, but to actually get close to her! Could I hope that I might get to eat that beaufitul pussy?? I said sure, but it was my first time, so she would have to help me a little. She smile and said I would be fine.

There weren’t a ton of guys there, but there were a few. All of the guys were really wonderful guys, great attitudes. I was nervous, worried that my lousy directing would screw it up for everyone else.

We started by everyone getting naked. Cept me. I took off my pants but left my shirt on. Nerves. Lol. Plus I didn’t want her to think I was taking any of her limelight. She’s really a submissive, she’ll do anything you want her to do. The guys all lined up and one by one she sucked on their dicks, with her husband and SC taking video and pics. I got the place of honor, I went down and dove into that beautiful Betturkey Giriş pussy of hers. Oh delicious, she was a true blonde and all that blonde hair just made me ache. She tasted so sweet, and to see her moan, and rotate her hips to what I was doing just sent me over the edge, giving me my first orgasm. After a while, I let one of the guys get in and eat her for a while, and I went up to her face and tits. I sucked on those beautiful tits of hers, gently scraping my teeth against her nipples. When she got to Kid, I was so wet. I watched her suck on kid’s dick, and even helped her, fulfilling a fantasy of Kids. During one of the few breaks, her and I shared a long, lingering kiss. And Kid got down and ate my pussy, making me cum, which made me scream. I forgot that there was a roomful of people watching. Of course, SC got pics of all this, as well as a few others, and I got some really good pics. I can’t wait for him to send them to me so I can post them. Everybody came on her face, and we got some pics of that. Oh the sight of so many men cumming on her face, that was so sexy. And then after, when everyone was gone, it was me and Kid, her and her husband, and SC. Kid was fucking me, and they were all talking, then she started sucking on SC’s dick, with her beautiful ass in my face, so I started to eat that pussy again. Then, I got out of the mix, and Kid slipped on a condom (btw, everyone else did, too) and slid into that beautiful pussy, with her still sucking on SC’s dick. I grabbed the camera and got a GREAT pic of that. Oh fuck that was so sexy, watching my baby fuck the shit out of that sweet pussy, while she sucked on SC’s dick. Damn, get’s me wet just thinking about it. I will never forget the sight of him banging away at that pussy with her sucking SC, and the look on Kid’s and SC’s face. Absolutely incredible.

And after, Kid fucked me some more, never stopping until it was time to go. We came home, and he fucked me again. When he came, he came for a full minute. One of his most powerful orgasms he’s ever experienced. HE was so exhausted, but I was so turned on that I had to cum yet again. I pulled out my toy, and Kid fucked me with it while I fingered my clit. My orgasm was so much that I gushed out, I would have probably squirted if that vibrator hadn’t been buried inside me.

This morning, after he left and went home, I logged into the net, only to find him online, and he begged me to come over. “I need you! I need to be inside you!” I remembered last night when he told me he needed my pussy, “you don’t know how bad I need this pussy” He has me so hot all over again by that one simple sentence.

So, I’ve got to go. I’ve got to take care of my baby. *grin*

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There I was again, this time bent over his kitchen table. I was feeling him slide his cock in me for the first time today, concentrating on how good it felt stretching me to my limit, savoring the taste of his cum from sucking his cock in the foyer of his house a few minutes ago. His cock took over my whole body as soon as it slipped inside. When his balls rested against mine and I felt his hips pressing on my ass cheeks I felt complete. How did I get here this time?

After struggling with the decision whether to continue this fling I had decided to break it off. That was several weeks ago and I had been doing well since then. A few days ago I was flirting with a man in the produce section while grocery shopping. I didn’t intend to have any interaction with him but he started it, and there was some connection I felt as we talked. I learned his name is Sebastian and we exchanged numbers to get together sometime. On the way home I had thought better of it deciding that I wasn’t going to have another fling.

This morning I woke to Sebastian’s text. It just said ‘Good morning’ but my heart started to race and my cock was hard in a seconds. I sent a text back asking how he was doing. He responded ‘Hard and horny’. Before I could think of a decent response I was staring at a picture of his hand wrapped around his cock. I responded ‘Looks like you need some attention’ leading us to figure out which could host time together. Fifteen minutes later I watched him opening the door as I walked up the driveway to his house. He was wearing shorts and a t-shirt but took them off as soon as I was inside. He leaned in to start passionately kissing me. I pulled my shirt off over my head momentarily interrupting our kiss. Dropping it to the floor, I unfastened my shorts and let them drop too.

Sebastian’s body felt so hot and sexy against mine that I lost my sense of time and surroundings. His tongue darted in my mouth rubbing on my lips and wrestling with my tongue. His hands were on my ass pulling us closer together. I could feel his cock pressing against me. I needed it in me, I needed to taste it and feel it pushing down my throat. Moments later he broke the kiss and took my hand leading me to his living room. He sat on the couch and pulled me down forcing me to kneel in front of him. He reached to me taking my head and forcefully pulling me to his cock. I loved feeling as if he read my mind doing exactly what I needed.

I took his cock in my mouth and let it slide down my throat until my chin pressed on his balls and my nose buried itself in his untrimmed pubes. His precum had been pressed on my tongue as his cock had entered my mouth. It tasted wonderful and reminded me of what I had been missing. I took my time starting a rhythm of taking his cock down my throat and then massaging his cock with my tongue. Cock lust enveloped me completely. I was lost in the softness of the skin sliding across my tongue. As much as I wanted his cum on my tongue I really wanted this blowjob to last. Whenever he started to seem close to coming I pulled off of his cock and massaged his balls. I took each in separately to gently massage them with my tongue. When he relaxed I took his cock in my mouth as deep as it would reach. When he shot his load I pulled back to collect it in my mouth. Feeling his warm silky cum coating my tongue was a sensation I had missed. I played with it swirling it around while pumping his cock with my hand to milk out all I could get.

After I had to swallow I moved to sit down next to Sebastian on the couch. He leaned over me putting his hand on my chest. He played with my nipple as he leaned in further kissing me on the lips. His mouth’s gentle touch contrasted with what his hand was now doing to my nipple. He was rolling it between his fingers with the most pressure I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know where he had it hidden but when he moved his hand away there was a nipple clamp on it. I put my head back to try regaining my composure when I felt him put a clamp on my other nipple. When he moved his hand back down to massage my cock I wasn’t able to concentrate on anything. I was trying to kiss back but I was overwhelmed with the sensations.

I broke our kiss to work on getting his cock ready to go again. I bent over him to use my tongue on his cock. I massaged the front of his cock moving from the head to the base. I worked it for several minutes while gently holding his balls. I tried to at least. He teased my nipples further by flicking the clamps occasionally. Each time I jumped and had to settle back on his cock. He gradually started getting hard again so I took him in my mouth. When I was confident he was going to stay hard I pulled off. I turned to face him lifting my leg over him, moving to straddle him where he sat on the couch. I took the bottle of lube from the end table. I put a generous amount on his cock and massaged it briefly before rubbing some on me. With one hand I took his cock guiding it to my entrance. Feeling xslot giriş the head press on my hole built the anticipation I felt. I slowly lowered myself until his head popped in. Once the head was in I let myself fall until I was sitting on him. I stayed still for a minute to adjust and savor feeling him stretching and filling me. I started riding his cock slowly at first before increasing the pace. He continued playing with the nipple clamps making my cock hard as a rock. One touch and I’m sure I would have blasted my cum across him. Soon he asked me to slow so he didn’t cum. As much as I wanted it now I knew I had to stop. I wanted this to last too.

I leaned in for a passionate kiss before lifting myself off of him. I moved over next to him on the couch. As I sat I pulled him toward me. He quickly got the message and moved to me lifting my legs up as he did. He positioned himself to line up with me and put his cock to my entrance. It entered easily as he thrust into me. I felt his balls hitting my ass as he started fucking me in earnest. He had me on the edge of coming just as he started fucking me harder and faster. I could see the genuine lust on his face when he started to cum. His moans increased as his cock exploded in me. I felt his cock grow and throb just as he put his hand on my cock. He squeezed gently and I shot the most powerful orgasm that I could remember. I shot my own cum up to land on my face. Some landed in my mouth and across my lips. It was the most intense feeling having him cum in me and have my own cum dripping into my mouth. He laid down on me as we caught our breath. His sweat felt so manly as it ran down my body. I could feel his heartbeat as I put one leg around his backside holding him to me.

When his cock shrank back enough to fall out of me he told me he had to get to work soon. We shared one more kiss before I dressed and left. As I drove home I felt conflicted. There was wonderful satisfaction that should have been enough to hold me a couple of days. I knew I wanted more. I checked the time and it was just before eleven in the morning. Frank would be half way through his workout if he was on his usual schedule. I quickly turned to head over. I grabbed my gym clothes that I had left in the back of the car and went inside. I changed quickly and went to the bicycles. I chose a cycle two cycles over and one row in front of Frank without letting him know I saw him. I felt his eyes on me but resisted turning back or looking in any mirrors. I quit and went to the shower just before his normal time to stop and shower. As I left I made sure not to notice him. As soon as I started the shower he was there.

“Hi Brian, haven’t seen you for a while.” He said. I felt a shot of adrenaline run through me. As he said it a little of Sebastian’s cum leaked from my ass. I felt the slippery liquid between my cheeks before it ran down my leg. I turned a bit so the water would rinse it off.

“Oh, how have you been doing?” I responded. I continued washing while we talked.

“I’m better today. Are you free?” He asked.

I smiled enjoying the attention. “My day is pretty open.”

“Do you want to meet back at my place?” He asked.

“Yeah, I would like that.” I responded coolly. I went to the gym for one purpose but he didn’t need to know how desperate I was feeling. I quickly finished rinsing.

“Let’s go now.” I wanted him to stay sweaty. So much for playing it cool though. I grabbed my towel and briefly dried off before putting my shorts and shirt back on. We walked to the parking lot together and I followed him to his house. As I parked I noticed neighbors on either side were out in their yards working. One, a man waved as I stepped away from my car. I wondered if they knew what I was there for, what Frank liked to do. As soon as we were inside Frank’s clothes were off. I immediately dropped to my knees to taste his cock.

I licked his cock from his balls to the head before taking it in to the base. Unable to breathe I pressed my nose further into his pubes and felt his balls on my chin. Extreme satisfaction swept over me. The second cock in my mouth today, the second man’s balls pressing on my chin, the second cock head preventing me from breathing. I wanted him to be the second man coming in my mouth and eventually my ass today. I pulled back to take a breath before sucking his cock in my mouth again. I started a slow rhythm bobbing my head on him, listening to his moans increase as I continued. His hips started moving in time with my movements. I pushed my tongue harder against his cock as it slid into my throat. Suddenly he stopped with his cock buried in my mouth and throat. I felt him start to cum as he held my head tight to his body. His cock head swelled and began shooting cum straight down my throat. His cock throbbed shooting pulse after pulse until he let go of my head. I pulled back wanting to taste and feel his cum on my tongue. I got a squirt or xslot two before he finished. I milked as much out as I could and savored it in my mouth.

He wasted no time telling me to lean over his kitchen table with my feet on the floor. I stripped my clothes off and followed his instruction. He stood behind me and slapped my ass with his cock. He alternated spanking me with his hand and his cock until he was hard again. When he was hard he squirted some lube on his cock before putting it to my asshole. His cock entered me stretching me further than I was stretched this morning. I moaned uncontrollably as he pushed his cock in the rest of the way.

Frank didn’t wait for anything once his hips were pressed to my ass. He started fucking my ass hard. He was slamming my ass each time he thrust moving the table across the floor. My cock was pushing on the table each time he bottomed out. I was so turned on from tasting his cum lingering in my mouth and now having his cock fuck me hard on the table. My precum was lubricating my stomach on the table as he continued slamming his cock into me. My already sensitive nipples were rubbing on the table. His stamina today was amazing, he kept going. He picked up the pace more and his moaning was close to yelling. I was grunting and moaning with each thrust. The table had migrated several feet and was putting deep marks in the wall as he pounded me. I saw the window was open making me wonder how close the neighbor was. I looked over and could see the neighbor’s window was open too. I saw his neighbor watching us through the window. His face was clear standing close to his window. I squeezed my ass tightening on his cock. I was enjoying being pushed on the table just as I heard him vocalize his orgasm.

“Oh fuck! Ohhhhhh!” he said as he thrust into me one last time holding his cock as deep as it would go. I felt him throbbing in my ass. It seemed to go on forever. His fingers dug deep into my hips. He pumped a couple of times slowly then collapsed forward on my back. It felt perfect having the second man today resting his sweaty body on me after fucking my ass. I looked out the window again this time making eye contact with the neighbor. I smiled and he waved hello again. I gave him a small wave back as much as I could with Frank laying on me. After a minute or two recuperating he slipped out of me and sat on one of the chairs.

“Thanks for coming over. I was surprised to run into you today. A nice surprise, definitely.” He said.

“Yeah, me too. That was perfect. I didn’t realize how badly I need you.” I responded, sitting on the chair next to him. We made some small talk before I left. I knew I would need more. I suddenly realized I felt like an insatiable slut looking for the next cock. I realized it was largely not the next man but the next cock I desired.

“I should get going. I really enjoyed us today. Do you want to get together tomorrow?” I asked.

“Yeah, I do.” he responded. “I have a family birthday party tomorrow afternoon but I have time in the morning or evening.”

“Let’s do morning.” I said, thinking I would have him in the evening too.

“Okay.” he said. We put each other’s numbers in our phones. I moved to his lap straddling him. I kissed him deeply before whispering in his ear. “See you tomorrow.”

I pulled on my clothes as I walked to the door. As I drove away I saw the neighbor that watched us was back outside. I smiled and waved as I pulled away. I drove knowing that I wasn’t done. I really felt insatiable. I need more tonight. It was early afternoon so I had a little time to look. I decided to pick up a coffee on the way home. I sat drinking my coffee in the parking lot. Without a second thought I downloaded a gay hook-up app to my phone. I created a new profile and uploaded pics of myself that I already had on my phone. I found a couple of profiles that looked good and sent some messages. I received a reply from one right away. He said his name was Steve and was looking for someone now. He said he was straight but liked being a top to enthusiastic guys. I was happy to oblige. After many texts we decided to meet at his house.

When I arrived I knocked on the door and waited for him to answer. Steve opened the door and I went in. He offered a beer as he shut the door. I accepted and drank most of it as I followed him to the bedroom. I set the bottle down on a dresser and Steve moved in to kiss. His lips were soft though they pressed firmly on mine. He moved down to kiss my neck. I reached down to unfasten his belt and pants. They fell to the floor letting his cock push on my stomach. I felt a little thrill that he hadn’t been wearing underwear. I unbuttoned his shirt letting it fall too. I dropped my shorts and underwear to the floor then broke our embrace to pull off my shirt.

I nudged him back so he sat on the edge of the bed then kneeled before him. I put my mouth on the head of his cock, tasting his precum. I rubbed his cock a couple of times to milk out a few more drops before burying his beautiful seven inch cock in my mouth. His cock invaded my throat and prevented me from breathing. I felt that satisfaction wash over me again. I pulled back to get fresh air before taking him in again. I reached down to feel my cock. It was hard from having another cock enveloped in my mouth today. I started rhythmically taking his cock in, sometimes I would deep throat him and sometimes I would just lick down to his balls, taking them in my mouth one after the other. I was happiest feeling his balls touch my chin, knowing I had to plan my breathing to hold him in deep. I worked his cock until I felt his balls tighten. His head started to swell and I knew I was going to get my delicious reward. He let out a loud groan and I felt his cum draining across my tongue. I swallowed a few times before keeping the last bit in my mouth. I swirled it around wanting to keeping his flavor as long as I could. I pulled his cock out before it was too sensitive, giving it soft kisses from the head to his balls and then down to his asshole. I licked back up over his sac to the head. He laid back on the bed and I went to get two more beers.

I brought them back and laid next to him. Once they were emptied he leaned across me to play with my chest. He teased my nipples getting my cock rock hard again. I felt the sensation tingle through my chest before he moved down me. He moved his lips down to my cock. His hot mouth took me inside. I balled the sheets in my fists doing everything I could not to cum. His mouth felt amazing on my cock. He ran his tongue and lips back and forth on the front driving me crazy. I wanted to let go and cum but I needed his cock again.

I gently pulled him up to kiss me on the lips before whispering to him. I told him I needed his cock in me. I needed him to fuck me. He took a bottle of lube from his nightstand and moved between my legs. I pulled my legs back while he massaged some onto his cock. He dripped some lube on my entrance and put the head of his cock against me. He pushed the head in and waited for a moment. His cock filled me perfectly when he push in completely. He started a slow grind fucking me. His balls rhythmically pressed on my ass cheeks while I enjoyed the steady pace of his cock fucking my ass. His cock was rubbing my prostate with every thrust me getting me closer and closer to the edge of coming. He started hitting me faster. I could hear his balls hitting me with each stroke. I felt my legs start shaking. The feeling took over my whole body as I moved closer to coming. My ass tightened on him as his pace slowed. His moans doubled in volume and he slammed his cock in me one last time. I felt his cock throbbing in me. We stayed in that position until his cock slipped out of my well loosened ass. He rolled over next to me and we laid together for a while.

I woke up an hour later next to Steve. He was still sleeping. I checked for messages seeing that I had a reply from another man I had messaged. Several texts later he said he wanted to talk to me on the phone before we met. Steve was just waking up so I kissed him gently on the lips. I said I needed to go but asked him to let me know when had time again. I dressed and went to my car.

Robert answered immediately when I called him. His voice was deep and smooth. We talked for a bit. Once he understood I was real and normal he gave me his address. I wasted no time heading over to meet him. He was several inches taller than me and a little chunky. I stepped in and hugged him before we moved to his couch. We both stripped and I was happy again. Dark hair covered his chest and down to his cock. A nice dusting covered his thighs and some on his calves. We sat nude together. I put my hand on his knee feeling him jump a little. I slid my hand up his leg to his balls. I cupped them briefly and the moved to his cock. I felt the warmth on my palm until I moved down putting my lips on the head of his cock.

I took him in to the base feeling the fourth cock today entering my throat. He moaned when I pulled back and then swallowed his cock again. I felt his legs flex as he stretched and leaned back further on the couch. I bobbed my head faster on his cock. His moans increased but I wasn’t able to make him cum. He told me that often it was difficult for him to cum during a blowjob. I sat up and moved my leg to straddle him. He was prepared with a bottle of lube. He put some on his cock. I moved over his cock lining it up with my ass. I slid down his cock easily. I leaned to kiss him as I started riding his cock. His tongue lunged into my mouth playing with my mine. I sucked on his tongue as I rode him. My ass was too stretched to get him off so I suggested he take me from behind. I moved over and got on my knees on the couch. Robert moved behind me and pushed his cock in me. I squeezed his cock with my ass as much as I could as he started pumping me as fast as he could move. His grunting and moaning quickly increased. His fingers dug into my hips from pulling me back on his cock. I reached back to feel his balls as they slapped against mine. He worked me this way slapping my ass occasionally.

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As we came around the back side of the lake for a second time, the sun had set and dusk was beginning to settle. It was still light enough to see clearly, and we found a park bench to sit on. I put my arm around your shoulder and drew you near. Your head fell comfortably on my shoulder and you breathed deeply. We held hands across our laps and turned our heads to face each other.

We stopped talking and looked without blinking into each other’s eyes. Without speaking, we lean slowly to each other and softly our lips met. It was our first kiss, and there was electricity in it. You felt it in your lips, in your hands, in your nipples and in your pussy. We opened up and French kissed deeply, searching out each other’s mouths and savoring the taste and wetness of each other, and the heat began to rise. We drew closer together and kissed more, my cock getting harder and your pussy wetter as each second passed. We licked and touched and kissed each other, softly and wetly, arms around each other, feeling our pendik escort bodies touch. We took a break to catch our breath, smiled and began again.

I reached for your breast as we continued, and found you had already unbuttoned your blouse for me. At the first touch of my fingers on your tit, you gasped, and urged me onward. Your braless tits became mine, and my hands roamed and touched and twirled your nipples, and discovered the soft fullness of each one. We broke out kiss and took your nipple into my mouth. I sucked softly at first and felt your nipple harder in my mouth. As I sucked on you, your begged me to take you harder. I sucked harder, and then bit your nipple softly. Your first orgasm softly surged through your body and I continued to nibble and suck. As I drew you nipple into my mouth hard, fluid began to seep from the tip. I sucked even harder, and your milk surged in, smooth and wet, slightly sweet. I drank your full tit, and then, with my mouth full of your milk, kissed you again. I opened my mouth and your milk flowed between us, and then your drank it from my mouth.

Your hand then grasped my hard cock through my pants and you gently squeezed it and began to stroke it. My cock was as hard as a rock, and the pre-cum seeping out stained my pants. Slowly we slid off the bench onto the grass, each pulling at the other’s pants. In seconds they were off, and our naked sex was exposed. After a moment’s hesitation to take in the view, your mouth settled over my cock as your shaven pussy settled over my face, and we each began licking, sucking, tasting, savoring the new sensations. Passion had totally overcome us, and we took each other as if nothing else in the world mattered.

My tongue started at the opening of your pussy, licking your open lips and tasting the wetness that was dripping from you pussy. I kissed your bostancı escort pussy as if it were your mouth, and my tongue penetrated deep into the wetness of your cunt. I licked all along your wet slit, from your asshole to the tip of your clit, and you shuddered as my tongue contacted your little bud. It began to swell and I took it into my mouth, sucking and tonguing it. Your hips began thrusting against my mouth involuntarily, and soon you came again on my mouth, hard and fast, the moans and screams escaping your lips, your pussy clenching and your whole body shaking.

In response to your climax, you sucked my cock deeper into your mouth. You softly cupped my balls and stroked my cock, trying to milk the cum out of it. You fucked my cock with your mouth, raising and lowering your head over my shaft, using your hands as well as your mouth, drawing me closer to orgasm. You tongued the opening in my cockhead and stroked me until you could feel my balls tighten, then sucked me hard and stroked me hard as I started cumming. Hot jets of smooth cum shot from my cock with every stroke, filling your mouth with my cum. You swallowed after each shot until it slowed, the slowly stroked my cock into your mouth, making sure you sucked every drop into your mouth. As my hardness faded, you turned around and kissed me deeply, sharing the last of my cum with me. Spent, we lay next to each other, breathing hard and yet hardly breathing. It was intense and it was great.

A few minutes later you I felt your warm breath on my cock. I looked and could see you poised to begin sucking me again. My cock began to pulsate in anticipation, and your warmth completely covered it. In a minute or two I was hard again, and you climbed up on top of me and lowered your wet, hot, tight pussy onto my cock. Your rode me for a few minutes, then we rolled over so I was on top. I lifted your legs to your shoulders, more fully exposing your pussy and allowing my cock to hit your g-spot with each penetration. You squeezed me with your pussy with each thrust, and we both neared another orgasm.

“C’mon,” you said, “Ride me, cowboy.”

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My name is Mohammed Aziz, and I’m a young Black man living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. I was born in the town of Kano, northern Nigeria, to a Nigerian father and Iranian mother. Seven in the morning on February 5, 1988. That’s when I came into this world. Due to my unique heritage, I look quite different from most Nigerians. I stand six feet two inches tall, slim and fit, with light brown skin, curly black hair and pale gray eyes. My family moved to the region of Ontario, Canada, sixteen years ago. I’ve been living in this great country ever since. My parents stay in the City of Toronto, but I came to study at the University of Ottawa because I wanted to experience life outside of T.O. for a little bit.

Life in the Confederation of Canada can sure be complicated, man. Especially if you’re from a non- European background. There is a lot of racism and discrimination everywhere, but in Canada we have it down to a science. We call ourselves a multicultural nation, but we really aren’t. There are lots of Africans, Arabs, Chinese and Indians living in the Province of Ontario but they’re seen as an invasive force by a certain percentage of the Canadian population. How do I feel about this? I wish other immigrants would try harder to integrate themselves into Canadian society. It’s okay to be whatever race, culture or religion you happen to hail from, but remember that your allegiance should be to Canada, its legal, cultural and social norms. Some immigrants forget that, and I’m ashamed to say that most of those who forget or ignore these Canadian norms tend to be Muslims.

As I said before, my father, Akbar Aziz is a Muslim man from the Republic of Nigeria. He moved to the Republic of Iran from his homeland of Nigeria for business, fell in love with the culture and even married an Iranian woman. My mother Afareen is Iranian, and she had no problem adjusting to Nigerian culture after moving there from Iran. My family moved to Canada in search of better opportunities. My father came to Canada with an Oxford University degree, and yet he had trouble finding work as a civil engineer in the vastness of Canada for years. See what I mean about Canada being racist? How long do you think it would take a White guy with an Oxford University degree in civil engineering to find work in Canada? Probably a matter of minutes. Nevertheless, my father found work in his field and he was able to support his family. As for my mother, she went back to school. Mom studied Nursing at Ryerson University for four years and now works as a hospital in Toronto. She had a Nursing degree from the University of Tehran in the Islamic Republic of Iran but Canada doesn’t seem to value college and university degrees from outside of America or the European Union. And that’s a shame.

My family has done its best to adapt to the facts and hidden truths about our dear Canadian culture. It’s no secret that Nigerians are a very business-minded people and my pops always told me to focus on education. It’s the gateway to success in western society if you’re an immigrant. That’s why I am in the Telfer ümraniye escort MBA program at the University of Ottawa. A lot of people think that because my family is Muslim then I must be super religious. Dude, I can’t even recall the last time I went to a mosque and I don’t feel bad about it in any way, shape or form. My father is a Muslim man with a secular mindset, and he raised me in the same manner. Do I believe that God exist? Absolutely. Am I super religious? Hell no to the power of ten. I live my life my way. Only our merciful God can judge me, not some raging old guy in a mosque.

My view of the world often surprises the people I meet, especially westerners, once they find out certain things in my personal background. I don’t believe that religion and government should be the same entity. It leads to chaos, especially when fundamentalists seize power. That’s not good for anyone in the long run, trust me. Sharia Law is a bad idea. Don’t let it come to Europe, Australia, New Zealand or North America. It would fuck things up for everyone, Muslims included. Also, I have lots of friends from other religions. Most of my buddies are Christians and Hindus, with a Jewish guy or two thrown in. See? I truly don’t discriminate. Don’t ask me the quote unquote typical Muslim questions either. I have no love for either the State of Israel or whatever Palestine calls itself this week. They can all go to hell down there. Why is the world focusing its attention on these two? Seriously. We’ve got bigger fish to try, like dealing with global warming, and fixing the global financial market.

Why do I feel this way about geopolitics? Please allow me to explain. As the son of a Black man who married a Persian woman, I have experienced firsthand the racism of Arab/Persian society. You should have seen the way the Persians looked at my family and I when we visited my mother’s side of the family in the City of Tehran a while back. We might as well be Martians in their eyes. They found us that strange. Arab men feel that they can marry women of any race or religion but they get MAD when they see a non-Arab male with an Arab lady. They’re more racist than White guys, man. Not every White guy will attack a Black man he sees with a White lady. Arab males and Persian males are far more vicious and jealous when it comes to “their” women. And they lack any kind of self-control. They’re more emotional than a brat at a toy store. They will attack you. Trust me on that one.

You can forgive me when I say I don’t have much love for Arab guys or Persian guys. They’ve insulted my family more times than I care to admit. Simply for being who we are. They called my mother a race traitor for marrying a Black Muslim man instead of an Arab or Persian male. Fuck those bastards, man. I was actually cheering the American armed forces and their allies when they were kicking butt in Iraq and Afghanistan along with Pakistan in the aftermath of 9/11. I hate terrorists and religious fanatics who commit murder in the name of religion. And I am Muslim! Now you’ve seen everything. People have got to stop making pendik escort assumptions about me simply because of my faith. Would it surprise you to know that I visited several churches on many occasions with Christian friends of mine and found them far more friendly and welcoming than the average mosque?

Yes, indeed. I visited a Nigerian church in the City of Ottawa and I found it really cool. The Pastor was a friendly, well-spoken man. When a man has God in his life, whether he calls God by the moniker God or Allah, anyone can tell. It’s not something that’s easy to fake. You either have it or you don’t. I sincerely think that being a preacher is an avocation, not a job. The pastor of that Nigerian church was a man of God, and he was friendly to me even though I am Muslim because men of God should not be prejudiced. In certain mosques, I get funny looks because I am visibly of partial African descent and most of the locals are Arab. It does happen. Why? Simply because of the racism prevalent in Muslim communities. And unlike Christians, we don’t talk about these problems so they can never be solved. That’s a damn shame because the world would be a better place if Muslims admitted to themselves that they have issues when it comes to race and religion. Issues badly in need of solutions.

The other day, I was walking around with my dog Marquis in the Vanier sector of Ottawa. There is a quaint little Haitian restaurant in the area that I absolutely love. The Island Sun restaurant. I love Haitian food. While waiting for my food, I noticed someone looking at me. A six-foot-tall, blonde-haired and green-eyed, bronze-skinned Caucasian woman. She looked familiar, but I couldn’t place her. Like me, she was waiting for her food. When I stepped out, I handed my dog Marquis a piece of chicken and waited for him to finish eating it before walking back toward the Park. Guess who I bumped into on my way there? The tall blonde gal from the Haitian restaurant. She smiled at me and asked me if she knew me from somewhere. I smiled politely, and introduced myself. She shook my hand, and introduced herself as Carmen Bashir.

Carmen Bashir and I walked together for a minute. She seemed to like my dog Marquis, and she asked me a lot of questions. I had some questions of my own for this blonde beauty. Where did she go to school? What she was she studying? Was she single? Carmen was quite happy to answer my questions. She was in the MBA program at Carleton University. She transferred there from Brunel University in the City of London, England. Her father was a Lebanese Christian and her mother was White British. Wow. That’s cool. I told her that my Nigerian father studied at Oxford University, and held dual Canadian/British citizenships. Carmen told me that she was new to the Vanier area, but so far she liked it. I was a bit surprised by that. Carmen looked like money, and Vanier was a working-class area at best. Why did she like it so much? Smiling, she told me she loved Vanier because of all the cute Black men and Arab guys walking around. I grinned at that and told her that bostancı escort I was both Black and Arab. Carmen’s smile widened to the point of hurting.

As luck would have it, Carmen lived nearby, and she invited me over for a drink. We ended up sitting in her living room, which was filled with African art, and eating some delicious Haitian food together. I was a bit surprised that this tall, beautiful young Caucasian woman from Great Britain was so eager to welcome a stranger, a Black man at that, into her home. Then I realized something. Carmen was one of those highly experimental westernized Arab chicks. I heard about them but never really met one. While we ate together, she kept rubbing her foot against mine. I knew what she wanted. And you had better believe that I gave it to her. As soon as we finished our meal, we got down to business.

Carmen and I lay on the bed, naked as jay birds, and we did our business. The sexy Lebanese-British gal licked me from my head to my toes, then she took my eight-inch cock into her mouth. I closed my eyes as the sexy gal sucked my cock and licked my balls. She got me hard as hell, and I was ready to stick her but she told me that I had to prepare the terrain before playing. Translation? If I didn’t lick her pussy, and lick it good, she wouldn’t let me stick my cock into her. You had better believe I was ready for her. I spread Carmen’s shapely thighs, and gave her sweet blonde pussy a good licking. Carmen moaned as I fingered her cunt while teasing her clitoris with my tongue. A lot of men attack oral sex like a chore but for me, it’s a pleasure. I lathered up Carmen’s pussy with my tongue, making her squirm before she squealed in delight. I looked into her eyes and asked her if she was ready for me. She urged me to stick her.

I put on a condom and thrust my cock deep into Carmen’s pussy. The sexy Lebanese-British gal wrapped her arms around me, swearing like a sailor and urging me to fuck her harder. I fucked her real good, slamming my dick into her cunt like my life depended on it. I flipped her, putting on all fours and smacking her round ass while thrusting my dick into her from behind. I pulled on her long blonde hair, making her scream as I fucked her roughly. I’ve been with White girls and Black women, and the odd Asian broad but never an Arab woman. It’s true that Carmen is mixed but so what? You had better believe that I enjoyed my very first piece of Arab pussy, by way of Lebanon via Britain. Carmen and I went at it for like an hour, then we stopped because I was spent. In her backyard my dog Marquis was barking, and that jolted me back to reality.

Carmen smiled at me and told me that I fucked her better than any of the Black men and Arab guys she’d been with. I smiled at that. Well, I am half Black and half Persian. In the eyes of the world, I’m a Black man, though I am Afro-Persian if you want to get technical. Whatever. I accepted Carmen’s compliment, then put my clothes back on. Carmen and I didn’t exchange numbers, nor did we kiss. I wished her a good afternoon, then let myself out. I took my dog Marquis, then walked from Vanier down to the Rideau Center. I live in an apartment building near the Chapel Street area. One that’s pet-friendly. I stopped by Loblaws to grab some pet food for Marquis, then we went home. Not bad for an ordinary Monday in Ottawa, eh?

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Dan had asked me to be his plus one at an event for his office, and said he’d come and pick me up. He showed up just after I’d got out of the shower, so we went to the bedroom and chose my outfit for the night.

We picked out a red button up dress, red stockings, red garter belt and red heels. I put my hair up and did all the make-up. Dan was happy to see me taking it seriously, and I’d promised to be good and not embarrass him.

I’d never met any of the people he works with, so I played the doting friend, and stuck with him. I did have several guys suggest I could do better than Dan, that is, them, but I just laughed them off as if it was a joke.

We got to do some dancing, which I always enjoy – Dan’s not a great fan of dancing, but he does well enough. I got to dance some of the slower numbers in a way that would leave tongues wagging when we weren’t there. Whenever we sat down for a bit, guys would come up and ask me to dance, but I was there with Dan, so I turned them all down.

At the end of the evening, Dan said we could go and do anything I wanted, as I’d made him look good. I wanted to find somewhere to go and play pool.

“Dressed like ümraniye escort this?” he said, gesturing at our overdressedness.

I loosened his tie and undid the top button.

“Sure,” I said.

He drove us to a bar that had a back room with a couple of pool tables, and headed in there.

Dan’s not a great pool player, but I didn’t have any trouble getting a game. I ended up joining the “play the winner” thing on one of the tables. I was enjoying teasing Dan by bending over to take shots, but I noticed some of the other patrons paying attention, too.

I had one of those shots where I needed to put my knee on the table and lean right over to line the shot up, and I couldn’t get my knee up in my dress, so I undid a couple of the buttons at the bottom. I felt the cool air as I was flashing stocking tops and maybe even a bit of the skin above. I left those buttons undone, and I was pretty sure you could sometimes see my stocking tops when I bent over.

When I’d lost and had to sit out a game with Dan, he undid a button at the top too, and when I went back to play, you could just see my cleavage when I was bending over for a shot.

For pendik escort the next game, I undid another button at the bottom and the top before starting out, and I could feel a lot more cool air on me. When I next did the knee on the table shot, I felt like you could see my pussy, and a couple of the guys who weren’t playing any longer started following me around, leering whenever I bent over.

Before the next shot, I managed to undo another button at the top, and when bending over, my tits almost fell out. I pretended to be embarrassed, and said I should do up all the buttons, but the guys all said it was just fine. One guy suggested I undo a button if I missed the shot, so I smiled sweetly at him, then put the ball in the pocket.

I missed the next shot, and pretended to be all nervous as I undid the next button. The next time I got up, every time I bent to take a shot, it was like my tits were going to fall out. When I missed my next shot, I undid another button before sitting down.

The next time I got up and bent over to take a shot, my tits did fall out, and everybody seemed interested as I tucked them back in my dress. They fell out bostancı escort again for the next shot, but I’d missed, so I tucked them away and undid another button before sitting down.

When I got up again, Dan said that the dress was doing more harm than good at the moment, and he suggested I just take it off. The guys all agreed, so I took it off and handed it to him, then finished the game in just my stockings, garter belt and heels.

The guys were starting to get handsy now, touching me when I passed them or went to take a shot. I was really turned on, but after that game, went to Dan and said I was ready to leave. A couple of the guys tried to convince us, well, me, to stay, but Dan gave me my dress and I put it on and did up a couple of buttons so we could go.

As we left the pool room, I told Dan I’d enjoyed it but I didn’t want to end up being gang raped on a pool table, so I’d rather leave and get fucked by him in the van.

When we got to the van, Dan opened the side door. I undid the buttons on my dress and took it off, giving it to Dan before getting in. I’m pretty sure the couple of people in the parking lot saw me. Dan got in and closed the door, locking it.

“We should get an ‘if the van’s rocking don’t bother knocking’ sticker,” he said, grinning, as I undid his belt. I pulled his pants down enough to straddle him, and we fucked in the back of his van before he drove me home.

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Adrian was trembling. Nicholas was holding his hand tightly but he couldn’t help but tremble. That woman in front of him was scaring him big time. To his dismay, even Jake’s family was at the house.

“What did you just say?” Victoria said, anger taking the best of her.

“I am now a married man,” Nicholas said with a grin. “I’m married just like you wanted.”

Victoria breathed violently. She stared at her son and wondered if she had given birth to him. Her son had been listening to her always.

“What I wanted?” Victoria yelled, breathing violently. “I wanted you to marry Jake. He’s the one for you.”

“Mom,” Nicholas sighed, still with a bright smile. “This is no time to talk about this. Please. Welcome your son in law. You know he cannot enter the house without being welcomed.”

“Are you kidding me?” Victoria laughed then stared at Adrian. “You expect me to…to welcome him?”

Nicholas chuckled and stared at Adrian. Adrian was moving his eyes from side to side. It was clear that he was sacred but he looked so sexy that Nicholas couldn’t wait to have him in his arms.

“Yes, mom,” Nicholas said, holding Adrian firmly. “By the way his name is Adrian.”

“I don’t c…”

“Victoria,” Nicholas heard his grandmother’s voice. She came near and she had a really beautiful smile on her face. She was stunning. “Let the kids come in and we’ll have this conversation after the rituals.”

“Mother…”

“Don’t make me do it,” Elena warned. “You know I have the right to welcome my grandson in law.”

“Mother, can you hear yourself?” Victoria said, trying not to raise her voice. “He just brought in another boy when he was to marry Jake. Are you supporting this?”

Elena chuckled. “I know my grandson did this with careful thought,” Elena said. “The did has been done. There is nothing you can do to stop it. Just welcome your son in law inside.

Jake struggled to breath. He was having a short supply of air. By the look of things, his parents and sister were having the same condition. He was wondering how Adrian had got out of that room and got married to Jake. Was Jake a spirit or something?

“Mother,” Victoria muttered. “I am only doing what is right here. What Nicholas has done is wrong and you know it. Just look at poor Jake,” Victoria pointed at Jake who looked like he was having a short supply of air. “He’s so devastated.”

Elena smiled. She was glad her grandson had not married Jake. She didn’t like Jake from the beginning.

“I know that,” Elena said, looking straight at her shy grandson in law. “But he has made his decision and I am sure there is a reason for it.”

“I’ll not perform any welcome rituals for this boy.” Victoria yelled, pointing her finger at Adrian. “He is a thief and a whore. He stole…”

“Mom,” Nicholas yelled. “You are my mother but I’ll not have you call my husband names.”

Victoria chuckled teasingly. “Husband? Did you say husband?” Victoria laughed. “By the way, with whose permission did you marry your so called husband? How am I even sure that you are married. How do I know this boy is not just manipulating you?”

“Because I have proof,” Nicholas chuckled and looked behind. “George!”

George came in as soon as Nicholas called him. He had a file with him and that file was contained every proof his mother needed, proof to stop all the drama. George gave Nicholas the papers.

“Here,” Nicholas said, holding the papers in his hand. “This is proof.”

Victoria chuckled. “Let me see.” Victoria said, getting the papers from the Nicholas.

What she saw in those papers was scary. She couldn’t do anything but gape at those papers.

“That is our marriage certificate which we obtained from court.”

Victoria wasn’t still convinced. She had another plan at her sleeve that would send the boy packing. All she wanted was Jake, only Jake.

“How am I not sure these papers are not fake?” Victoria chuckled. “If you can prove that you really are married, I’ll allow this boy in. Failure to do so, I want this boy out of here.”

“Victoria,” Elena shouted, surprised.

“Show them,” Nicholas said to George.

George got out a tablet which Nicholas had bought that same afternoon. In that tablet was a video of the even that happened. It was all so clear and Victoria knew she had lost at that game.

“There it is,” Nicholas said softly. “That is everything that you need to prove that Adrian and I married. These are our wedding rings” Nicholas said as he raised Adrian’s hand to show them the beautiful ring fitted on his lovely finger. “We also had our traditional marriage at the temple in town. We are officially married. I know I was supposed to marry Jake and I’m sorry for that.”

Victoria’s eyes almost watered. She couldn’t accept a pauper as ataşehir escort her son in law, never. To top it up, Nicholas had never spoken to her like that. It was like he was possessed and just spoke to her anyhow.

“Are you fully satisfied now?” Elena asked. “You promised you’d welcome him once you’ve seen the evidence.”

Victoria was quiet. She couldn’t do anything anymore. Not with that old woman involved. Sometimes she just wished she had died long ago because she too contributed to what her son had done. Her son who had been listening to her a few hours ago just turned out from nowhere with a no body and some energy which Victoria had no idea came from.

Nicholas watched excitedly as his grandmother went away with his aunt and his sister. It was obvious those three were happy. He knew his mother was gonna be hard to convince especially since she loved Jake a lot.

Nicholas stared at Adrian’s beautiful face which was glowing. It was clear that Adrian was scared. He squeezed his hand and gave him a wink but the boy didn’t have any expression on his face.

Nicholas’ grandmother, aunt and sister came back. They had with them water, milk, flowers, soap, some homemade cookies and gifts. This was all needed for the welcoming ritual and all those had been bought for Jake. Speaking of Jake, he was standing inside the house, weak and confused. It served him right for trying to kill Nicholas’ love.

“Here you go,” Elena said, handing the things to Victoria.

Victoria was furious. She couldn’t perform that welcoming ritual. Yuck! She couldn’t stand performing that ritual on a pauper like Adrian, never.

“I’m not performing any ritual,” Victoria muttered. Anger could be heard in her voice. “Jake is the only son in…”

“Alright mom,” Nicholas chuckled. He was really angrily. “Don’t perform the ritual. I won’t have Adrian enter the house either. I have changed my mind. You don’t want to accept him right?” Nicholas chuckled, directing his gaze at his mother.

“Yes,” Victoria said angrily. “I don’t want to and I won’t perform the ritual.”

“Fine,” Nicholas said with a bright smile. “I don’t want Adrian to be your son in law either.”

Victoria raised her face with a smile to her son. “Really,” She felt relieved.

“Yes,” Nicholas said, holding on tightly to Adrian’s hand. “That’s why I’ll make Adrian leave this house.”

Victoria smiled.

“I’ll make him leave this house, never to return.” Nicholas said with a serious face. “Along with him will be me. I’ll go with him and I’ll never return. We’ll build our life together and I’m taking my son with me.”

Nicholas looked at Adrian and smiled. “Let’s go my love.”

Nicholas still holding on to Adrian’s hand with his life turned back and began leaving. He had given his mother an ultimatum and if she was wise she was gonna choose wisely. His heart was going with Adrian and he was gonna come back for his son.

Victoria watched as Nicholas turned to leave. He had given her an ultimatum and she was to choose between her ego and her son. She was really confused. On one hand she didn’t want the pauper as her son in law. On the other, she wanted her son in the house no matter what.

“Wait!” Victoria hollered.

Nicholas turned back and went to the door way still holding Adrian’s hand. He was never gonna let that go. He could already feel the connection was stronger. Their souls were connected with each other and their lives too. Nicholas wanted to spend the rest of his life with Adrian.

“You are forcing me into doing this.” Victoria breathed heavily. “I’ll perform the ritual but I’ll never…”

“I think you’ve said enough,” Elena said, staring at Victoria.

She failed to understand why she had allowed her son bring home a woman like her. But come to think of it, she was also from a poor family so Elena failed to understand what her problem was?

Adrian got scared of that. He had gotten married so he had to be stronger. His husband was now Nicholas miller and his name had automatically changed to Adrian Nicholas Miller. He had to be strong to face his mother in law and any other problems in marriage.

“Begin the ritual,” Elena said sweetly, grinning at Adrian. Adrian instantly felt a strong connection with her. It was really great.

Victoria was fuming. She took one final, evil glance at Adrian. She looked behind and saw broken Jake. That was the man she wanted as a son in law and she was gonna do whatever it takes to make him her son in law. Even though Nicholas was married, a divorce could happen, right?

Victoria knelt down at Adrian’s feet. She slowly removed his snickers revealing his feet which she found disgusting. She was burning with anger. If only she had a razor, she’d have cut those legs herself. What rubbish.

She took a basin and poured water. She took one of Adrian’s feet, dipped it in the water and then washed it as clean as she could. She rubbed him with a towel while her daughter poured a large amount ataşehir escort of milk in another basin with sweet smelling flowers.

After that she dipped Adrian’s foot in the basin containing milk. She did the same with the other foot and now both his feet were in the water.

Adrian smiled at the sight before him. It was so beautiful to see his mother in law washing his feet sweetly. While he stepped in the milk, he felt shivers run down his spine. He was on cloud nine and he really hoped that his mother in law had fully accepted him.

Nicholas was holding his hand all the way. It was sweet, romantic and pure bliss. He felt alive and like he was in paradise. He couldn’t get the glimpse of the house but it sure was beautiful and huge.

While looking around, Adrian stared at Jake and he could tell that Jake was burning. He was staring at him with an evil frown on his face together with his family. Adrian removed his eyes from Jake’s face and concentrated on the ritual being performed.

Nicholas could not be more proud of his mother. The way she was washing Adrian’s face was absolutely stunning. She might have been mad but it didn’t show while she washed Adrian’s feet.

Victoria got up, took Adrian in her arms and began the second ritual. She kissed Adrian’s forehead, cheeks and hands. That second ritual symbolizes the loving relationship between daughter/son in law with mother in law.

There was gonna be no relationship at all, Victoria thought. The boy had entered her territory and she was gonna send him packing one of these coming months. She was gonna make sure Nicholas ends up with Jake in the end. Adrian was just a passing phase.

The kisses were incredible and Adrian kinda enjoyed them especially coming from his mother in law. He was smiling while she showed no facial expressions on her face. It was just a flat face.

After the embracing thing, Victoria took some milk in a cup and fed it to Adrian. If only she could make him choke to death with that milk. Gosh, she hated him like crazy. He drank the whole milk and she took a cookie and fed it to him. Next was the cake which she too had.

She also did other rituals like marking him with olive oil on the forehead, giving him a hot hug and everything else. Once the rituals were done it was now time to let him in. That was the most annoying part to Victoria.

She dried his feet with a towel and poured flowers were he stepped while he entered. Victoria wanted to crush him right there. She wanted to crash him. Her Jake was watching, crying, regretting. She knew she had to do something. Together they would defeat their greatest enemy, Adrian.

Once he was already in, there were three other rituals remaining. There was the feeding ritual the kissing ritual, from the husband and the gift. Victoria knew Jake was gonna be hurt with that but he was eventually gonna heal. Time heals all wounds especially once he hears what she had planned for Adrian whatever.

Once in, Victoria fed Adrian once again and her part was over. She left it to Nicholas.

Nicholas had never kissed anyone in front of his family before. It was really embarrassing to know that he was gonna kiss shy Adrian in front of his family. He even wondered if Adrian knew about that ritual at all.

“You know what to do son,” Elena smiled at Nicholas. “This will be the last and he’ll eventually be in the house.”

Nicholas blushed. He fucking blushed in front of all the people around. He turned and faced Adrian, held on to his shoulder and cupped his cheeks. He leaned downwards getting closer to Adrian’s lips.

Adrian had no idea what Nicholas was trying to do. He had his cheeks cupped and was now getting closer for a kiss, a hot kiss probably. Adrian blushed as Nicholas’ lips got closer. It was probably another ritual and Adrian couldn’t deny that.

Adrian closed his eyes once he felt Nicholas’ lips touch his. He let Adrian kiss him, brush on his lips and then kiss him some more. Nicholas’ lips moving on his was incredible. He felt like he was on top of the world even though the rest of Nicholas’ family was there.

Adrian enjoyed the intense kiss. It sent electric volts down his spine to his knees were he felt as weak as ever. He was lucky Nicholas was holding on to his waist. He soon heard the noise coming from the cheers of the family members. It was great to know that they loved and accepted him, well most of them, he hoped.

Victoria stared at Jake who had his eyes closed while tears ran down his face. His son had hurt Jake a lot and as a promise Victoria was gonna make Nicholas Jake’s once again.

Nicholas licked his lips as he broke the kiss with Adrian. He stared in his eyes passionately, not missing the shy grin on his cute hairless face. He had never seen a creature so handsome in his life. Adrian was the true definition of beauty. His long hair made him look so attractive and sexy.

“Now we are down to the last ritual,” Elena gushed. “Victoria, you know what to anadolu yakası escort do.”

Victoria positioned herself at her knew son in law and looked on her right. There were beautiful gifts, all expensive and imported. She was gonna give them all to the pauper. They were meant for Jake but she was gonna give them to a pauper, yuck!

Victoria took Adrian’s hand, took a beautiful gold bracelet and put it on Adrian. She took a beautiful gold necklace put it on Adrian’s neck. That necklace had been made by Nicholas himself from abroad and had the words, “I love you.”

She took a few items which every son/ daughter in law needed. That was beautiful scarves worn by married people and she also gave him a beautiful gold ring. That ring was worn by the sons and daughters in law of the millers. Victoria gave all that with a heavy heart. Adrian was really gonna pay for making her go through that.

Victoria kissed him and she was done with everything. She went and stood at a distance because she couldn’t face Jake and his anger and tears.

“Everything is done,” Elena smiled. “You are welcome to our house.” Elena smiled. She took Adrian’s head and placed her blessing and she kissed his forehead. That was followed by others who welcomed Adrian into the house with their warm kisses.

Nicholas was happy. He had never been that happy. He knew he had a lot of explaining to do. He folded his arms on his chest as he watched the wonderful welcoming scene. It was a happy occasion and Nicholas was glad that his family members had accepted Adrian. They didn’t mind that he had married someone else and that was still something worth loving.

After the welcome, Adrian felt like he had been accepted. At least that was what his mind was telling him. He felt bad for Jake though. This was entire Nicholas and George’s fault. They had made him to accept the marriage.

Nicholas held on to Adrian again and began moving inside the house. He was more than happy to be with his family, a boy he really loved and a best friend like no other. He was complete and hoped for nothing more. He was enthusiastic about everything that was happening. He loved Adrian so much.

“Wait,” Adrian heard Jake’s voice and he trembled.

Adrian stood still and watched as Jake came in front him, directing a look of pure rage at Adrian. Adrian got scared again because Jake still gave him the creeps. Maybe it was about time Adrian stood up against Jake.

“I knew you were a sneaky little whore.” Jake yelled, breathing violently.

“Hey,” Nicholas warned. “Don’t you dare speak about my love like that?”

“Then what is he?” Jake yelled. “He is a thief and also a whore. He stole you from me even though he knew that we were supposed to be getting married. This was supposed to be my wedding day. I was supposed to be happy with my husband…you.”

Nicholas couldn’t believe his ears. He thanked his stars he had married Adrian because he would have had a big book of rules by now. Jake was an over controlling bitch.

“Please, Jake,” Nicholas said, holding on tightly to Adrian. “I love Adrian and I’m sorry that it got to this and…”

Jake chuckled angrily. “Was I wrong?” Jake sobbed. “Was I wrong to care for my fiancé? Did I send this boy to the office so that he could seduce you? I’m sure you are under a spell or something.”

Nicholas chuckled. “You are right, I’m under a spell. Adrian had casted a spell on me and now I’m crazy in love with him.”

“And you,” Jake diverted his eyes to Adrian. “How could you do this to me, on my wedding day? Didn’t you see any other guy to seduce rather than my fiancé? You are so despicable.”

Nicholas laughed. He laughed so loudly. He couldn’t believe Jake was teaching about moral values when he was worse than a monkey.

“Are you preaching about values?” Nicholas asked, eyeing Jake in the most disgusting way. “Have you forgotten what you did to him? Well let me remind you. You had him locked up so that he could die. All of you,” Nicholas pointed to Jake and his family. “And yes, I was the one who had saved him. Thanks to those keys you had left at my office.”

“I only did that to protect our love,” Jake sobbed.

“Which love?” Nicholas yelled. “Is it the love that you’ve shown me? You’ve shown me nothing because what we had was just a physical attraction. What I feel for Adrian is true love.”

“I can’t believe you did this.” Adrian heard his uncle’s voice. “I thought I was keeping someone with…”

“Excuse me, sir,” Nicholas said, putting his hands together to show respect. “With all due respect, Adrian is your nephew and if you…”

“He’s not my nephew,” Todd yelled. “I don’t share any relations with him. He…”

“Enough,” Elena yelled. She couldn’t tolerate the arguments any more. It had just been a wedding not some argument party. “Will all of you stop it?”

“How can you tell them to shut up?” Victoria asked, angry. “They have the right to question why Nicholas…”

“Another day,” Elena said, looking at Victoria. “You’ll have this conversation another day.”

“I don’t think there is anything to talk about,” Jane snapped. “Nicholas has disappointed us a lot. He has broken my son’s heart. My son loves him a lot but he just proved to us that he likes dirty things.”

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Author’s Note: The ridiculously late and final sequel to Irresistible and Still Irresistible. Thanks everyone, and enjoy.

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Television just wasn’t cutting it. I couldn’t get her off of my mind.

I’d fallen right into the same routine I had every night. Beer and TV usually made me groggy quick, especially on a full stomach. One pull of a lever, and my aching feet were up and my hands were behind my head in the recliner. The same recliner where she had climbed into my lap without her panties and rode me like a stallion.

I rubbed my face and blinked hard. I couldn’t even believe the predicament I’d found myself in. Glancing down at my watch, I rolled my eyes when I saw how late it was. Most nights I was out by nine. Work was enough to make sure of that everyday. Yet I had sat in that chair and thought of nothing but Sarah for hours. I kept seeing her tan face, her tight round ass in those gym shorts, and her lips wrapped around my….

I rocked forward in the recliner, flipping the footrest down. With the press of a button, the living room went black. I had to try to get some sleep. I stood and made my way for the stairs, trying my hardest to ignore the way my spent cock felt in my shorts. It throbbed when the image of her hazel eyes and her pierced tongue flashed in my head. For heaven’s sake, my nineteen year old daughter had been talking to me while her best friend had sucked me off behind the island in the kitchen.

I couldn’t shake that thrill.

I hadn’t felt that alive in so long. The whole episode was just dirty and hot. Just the thought of it was enough to make my heart skip a beat. Sarah was a poison that tasted so good. The incredible sensation of being with her trampled any guilt that surfaced.

Still, I couldn’t think of Sarah without thinking of Julie. I knew if my daughter ever found out what had happened, she would be mortified. Technically, I wasn’t doing anything wrong or illegal. Sarah was over eighteen after all, but she’d been friends with Julie forever, and it terrified me to betray my daughter’s trust in such a way.

The stairs seemed harder to climb everyday. Usually I blamed that on age. As I made my way up to the second floor, I could feel every tiny ache in my knees. That night, the stairs beckoned to me but grew taller beneath my every step. I tried to ignore it, but my heart was fluttering. Sarah was upstairs in my daughter’s room. She’d be sleeping in the room next to mine.

I made my way to the end of the hall toward my room, but I couldn’t keep my eyes away from the closed door of Julie’s bedroom. Taking a breath, I strode onward. Then I hesitated. I glanced at Julie’s door again. From the crack at the bottom of the door, I saw a faint blue light. Julie’s TV probably. The girls were no doubt settled in for the night.

A rush of excitement hit me in the chest. It occurred to me that I could open the door and check in on them. I imagined Sarah would be wearing her “barely there” night clothes. Maybe I could catch a glimpse of her.

I leaned close to the door. My hand was trembling as I wrestled with whether or not to turn the knob. Something stirred in my shorts. I wondered how Sarah would look at me. It was usually the same hazel stare that lingered just a second too long. Her eyes would flicker over my body. Then she would lock gazes with me, and without so much as a breath she would seduce me with the warm glow of her eyes and the twitch of a grin.

“Dad, why are you creeping on my room?” I turned quickly. The blood drained from my body when I saw Julie standing in the hallway. My daughter propped herself up with one arm on the bathroom doorframe while she brushed her teeth. I hadn’t even seen the light from the bathroom on my way up. The damn door must have been closed. I’d been so smothered in the thoughts of Sarah. Now Julie stared at me with a single eyebrow raised and a thin ring of toothpaste coating her lips.

“Oh, uh… there you are,” I said as smoothly as possible. “I w-was about to check on you guys… make sure you were alright.”

My entire body felt like it was overheating, and my insides churned.

Julie blinked at me. “We’re not five, and we’re not camping. We’ll be fine, Dad.”

I grinned and patted the air. “I-I know. I just… well uh… goodnight honey.”

“Aw, no goodnight for me?”

I could have jumped through the wall when Sarah appeared suddenly in the open doorway beside me. A single look at her was all it took. Her straight chocolate hair fell over her shoulders, luscious and beautiful as ever. The tiny white tee that she wore might as well have been pantyhose, for I could see the dark circles and soft tips of her nipples through the thin fabric.

I blinked and glanced away. Julie watched me with a bored expression.

“Well,” I said with a nod, “I was going to tell you both goodnight a second ago, but Julie just let me know that you are both big girls now. No more flashlight puppets, no more Evil Ghost.”

Sarah’s pretty face lit up. “Dang. I used to ataşehir escort love Evil Ghost! Can’t he tell us one scary story, Jules?”

I smiled when I saw Julie roll her eyes. She turned and stepped into the bathroom. I stood awkwardly in front of Sarah. I kept my eyes cast down, but that afforded me a glimpse at her long bronze legs. For the tiniest second I stole a glance at her waist and nearly shuddered when I saw her pink panties… or were they shorts? Either way, they had my dick swelling.

“Well, I would let you tuck me in, Mr. Harris,” Sarah told me.

I cut my eyes over at her in warning, but Sarah was enjoying herself. She wore that same hint of a grin, and toyed with her tongue stud again. Those warm hazel eyes coated me like a fly in tree sap. I saw her pull at the hem of her T-shirt, which stretched the thin fabric tighter over her breasts. She knew what she was doing. My shaft was filling with blood fast.

“Yeah, you were the one that always had crazy ass nightmares, too,” Julie said when she flipped off the light and emerged from the bathroom. “Remember the one about the glowing eyes at your window? Where that thing tapped the glass?”

Sarah shuddered. She shoved Julie playfully when she approached.

“Shut up!” Sarah snickered. “I hated that dream.”

Sarah looked back and forth at Julie and I. She bit her lip and put on her best pouty face.

“Now I’m scared, Mr. Harris, can we sleep with you tonight?”

I knew it was a joke, but the hairs on my neck stood when I looked at my daughter to gauge her reaction.

“Um, that doesn’t work so well anymore, Sarah.” Julie laughed and ushered her lovely friend into her bedroom. “I’ll protect you from the crazy window demons.”

“But, what about flashlight puppets?”

“Go Sarah!” Julie said still laughing.

I smiled.

“Make good choices,” I joked.

Julie narrowed her eyes at me playfully. “Goodnight, Dad.”

When her door closed, I could hear the girls laughing within the room. I shook my head and sighed. Finally I was able to adjust my hard dick to a more comfortable position. I wondered if I would get any sleep at all.

****

I wasn’t sure why but I blinked my eyes. The ceiling fan turned lazily. In the dark, everything was a blue haze. Wearily, I glanced toward my window. I wondered grimly if I would ever remember to buy some curtains that could block the street light a little better. I felt the twist of a sore muscle in my lower back. I distantly heard Julie’s voice in my head telling me to buy a new fancy foam mattress. I rolled to my side and tried to get a bit more comfortable.

Someone was sitting in my bed.

Startled, I lurched forward. A soft hand pressed on my bare chest, pushing me back down onto the mattress flat on my back.

“Shh, shh, shh.”

Before I could react, a face was lowering to mine. I could make out the drapes of rich brown hair. Lips brushed against mine. Hot heavy breath washed over my cheek. There was just enough light to see her hazel eyes staring back at me. Her voice was a whisper.

“You forgot to tuck me in.”

I shuddered when her tongue slipped into my mouth and teased my own. I could feel the stud in her tongue, and it wasn’t as hindering to her kiss as I might have thought. She breathed me in before taking another lick, coaxing me to kiss her. I lifted my head and she withdrew slightly. I saw the grin in her eyes. She was toying with me… or was this a dream?

I heard her moan softly, and I clenched the covers into my fists. She swept her brown hair around her neck and leaned her head down to one side. Her body was bent beside me like a recoiled snake. Those soft lips closed on the edge of mine. She pecked and nibbled at my lip, hinting at a kiss. When I turned to meet her, she barely pulled away again. I could see the naughty flash in her eyes. My cock was already straining against the sheets.

My arms wound around her and pulled her into me. Our lips crashed together. When they parted an instant later, we were tasting each other desperately. I wanted her so badly I could have crushed her. I firmly slid my hands up and down her back beneath the thin T-shirt. We could barely breathe. All I could hear was the sound of our lips and the rush of exhalation. I found her head, weaved my fingers into her silky hair, and pulled her deeper into the kiss.

She had found her way under the covers to straddle me. My mind melted away like butter on a hot skillet when I felt her seat her crotch against mine. Through my boxers, I could feel her mound crushing into my stiff cock. I stifled a moan. Her stiff nipples tickled my chest, even from behind her shirt.

Our lips parted and we stared at each other breathlessly. Sarah looked so alluring, even in the gloom of my bedroom. My eyes wandered over her smooth tan cheeks and her exposed neck. Her flesh looked so smooth and flawless. I fought the incredible urge to pull her down and devour her. The corner of her mouth twitched upward ataşehir escort into that familiar naughty grin she had shown me so many times before.

“That’s more like it, Mr. Harris,” Sarah snickered quietly.

The fog began to clear away in my head. Everything had happened so fast. My body had reacted, but my mind was only beginning to stir. It was as if I had only suddenly realized that the woman on top of me was my daughter’s best friend. Some part of me must have known, but my senses had been smothered in desire. I shot a nervous glance at the bedroom door. It wasn’t even closed entirely!

“Sarah, you shouldn’t be in here,” I whispered.

Her smile grew. It seemed like her eyes were glazed with lust. I clutched her tightly and my mouth dropped open. Sarah had begun to grind her crotch against mine, slow and hard.

“You’re not going to tell me to leave, are you?” Sarah murmured the words, her voice just above a whisper.

“S-Sarah!” I hissed. “Julie is right next… oh… mmmf… my daughter is in the other room!”

I could hardly concentrate enough to speak. My cock was bulging hard and Sarah rocked her crotch over it like she was trying to roll it into dough. The pressure was intense and incredible.

“She’ll hear!” I hissed again.

“Oh please,” Sarah said, rolling her eyes and grinning. “An earthquake wouldn’t wake that girl up.”

Sarah fell against me and dove for my neck. I sealed my lips to contain the groan behind them. She swirled her tongue from my collarbone to my ear, sucking and biting my flesh as she went. Her breasts were mashed against my chest. Her thighs seemed to split wider and cradle my cock even tighter. My legs stiffened as I suffered her embrace. Sarah was like a parasite in that moment, clutching me and sucking the life from my body.

Instead of draining me, Sarah was invigorating me, pumping me full of desire. All I could do was hold her closely. My hands found her tight round ass cheeks. My fingers wove into her panties, forcing them down over her ass while I squeezed at the soft flesh that filled my palms. When I did, Sarah clenched her cheeks and thrust into me in response. My eyes all but bulged. I tugged at her panties and let out a stuttering gasp. I heard her snicker when she lifted herself up.

Looking up at her, I marveled at her beauty but was ashamed of the lust I felt for her. I wasn’t sure which emotion tipped the scales. Both guilt and desire seemed to feed and grow from one another.

“Sarah, honey… this isn’t… this isn’t such a good idea,” I said as calmly as possible. “Maybe… a-another time?”

Sarah flipped her hair around her head and studied me. She looked amused.

“Uh-huh. We’ve been over that,” She said.

I watched her middle finger slip into the low neckline of her T-shirt. She pulled down, stretching the thin material to expose a single breast. I blew out a long breath. My cock strained against Sarah below. I was frozen still as she lowered herself over me. Her big tit came right toward my face.

Flesh mashed against my open mouth. Every conscious thought scurried from my brain. I sucked her nipple into my mouth and flicked the tip with my tongue. I couldn’t get enough. Every ample inch had to be tasted. Craning my head, I lapped and bit at the underside of her breast. Sarah cradled my head close and smothered me with her chest.

“Oh… that feels good….” she breathed.

Hearing her voice sent my cock into fits of throbbing. It also grounded me in reality. I eased her away as gently as possible.

“We can’t… I just….” I breathlessly searched for the words. “We can’t keep doing this.”

Sarah gave me another skeptical look.

“That’s not what I feel down… here.”

She rolled her hips forward, giving my dick a good stroke through our thin clothing. My head slammed back against the pillow from the sensation. Sarah grabbed her exposed breast, groped it, and rolled her nipple between her fingers. Her eyes bored straight through me. I clutched her tight ass and jerked at her panties, holding on for dear life.

“Maybe you need a taste, Mr. Harris,” Sarah teased.

I lay stunned while Sarah crawled up my body. She dug one knee into the pillows beside my head. I found myself gazing up between her tan thighs, across her stomach, and to the underside of her breasts. Sarah peered down at me smiling. I could feel my heart pounding rapidly in my chest. She hooked her second leg behind my arm. The heat from her inner thighs coated my face. My eyes were inches from the outline of her sex in her panties.

Sarah reached down and tugged the pink fabric to the side. They stretched to rest easily beside the swollen mound of her pussy. She slid a finger between her pursed lips. After a few slow strokes, the finger was tracing my mouth, coating my lips with her juices.

When she squatted lower, my hands flew up to her thighs and pulled her crotch into my face. My eyes rolled when her pussy slid over my mouth as fluidly as warm anadolu yakası escort bathwater. I allowed her lips to glide over the flat of my tongue. She tasted of sweet lotion and dirty sex. Fingers clutched my hair, tugging my head into her pussy. Sarah slowly rode my face. Every chance I got, I tried to probe her with my tongue, or lick at the hood hiding her clit. Yet Sarah didn’t seem interested in any oral procedure. The young woman merely rubbed herself over my mouth, my nose, and my cheeks.

It was getting hard to breath. I lapped at her wet pussy as best I could, sucking in air through my nose when it wasn’t smothered in her hole. Her ass cheeks felt incredible. I molded them in my hand, pulled the flesh up toward her back and felt the cheeks bounce back from my grip when I released. I tried to turn my head to bite at her thighs. Still her moist lips slid over my cheek.

I was lost. I gave myself over to my every desire. How long had it been since I’d had such an intoxicating sexual fling? It felt too good to deny. Everything became just a rush of lust, emotion, and impulse. Her dirty sweet smell and taste was all over me. I loved it. My boxers were stretched tight by my standing erection. It pulsed with energy begging to be freed.

Sarah climbed off of me at last and I followed her, sitting up in the bed. My chest heaved. A ravenous craving had infected my senses. I cradled Sarah into my lap. She was watching me intently. That damn little grin was on her face. I frantically worked my cock out of my boxers. My swollen tip prodded her inner thigh beside her pussy and we both gasped.

“Oh, fuck,” I muttered absently.

Sarah giggled. “You look really worked up, Mr. Harris. I like you this way.”

I ignored her taunting and took the base of my cock in my fingers. Her warm lips touched my tip and before I realized it, my dick had jabbed its way into her hole.

Sarah’s head fell back and a short loud moan escaped from her lips. My hand shot up to cover her mouth. I had to bite my lips to keep myself from crying out. Her pussy slid completely over my bulging shaft. I had to fight the urge to moan with every velvety inch of her moist hole. It was as if a warm, wet, static charge had enveloped my cock. She shifted, spreading her thighs and nestling deeper into my lap. Sarah flung her arm around my neck and pulled me in tight.

Then she was fucking me. It happened so fast. Her ass bucked into me, driving my cock deep into her. Our breathing was deafening. I cast a wary glance at my open door, but my view was soon blocked by a large breast. She held my cheek to her chest while she rode me. I couldn’t get close enough to her. Her shirt felt hot and somehow restricting. I reached around her, grabbed the hem, and tore it over her head.

Sarah stifled her giggle into a hissing smile. She tugged my head to her chest. My hips thrust upward hard while I kissed and sucked between her tits. I was losing all restraint. I felt the temptation to smack her tight ass, to pull her hair, to moan and yell and scream. I was trapped beneath her, and the restriction of my movements was infuriating. I couldn’t take it. I wanted more.

In an instant we were whirling on the bed. I swung her around and we crashed together on the mattress. I grimaced when the old bed creaked for a second. It mattered little. I had her where I wanted her. I pushed myself up on my arms and gazed down at Sarah. Her brown hair fanned out around her head. Her hazel eyes twinkled up at me. Her little half smiled coaxed me onward.

“Bout time you take charge,” Sarah hissed with a sexy wink. “C’mon Dave, fucking give it to me, I can take it.”

I was taken back that she had said my name. It seemed so improper coming from her. Odd as it was, my name had poured from her lips like wine, and I was drunk from the taste of it.

My hips flew into motion, driving my dick into Sarah like a piston. Soon there was an intense burn of friction on the side of my shaft. Her panties, I realized. I didn’t care. The discomfort was nothing compared to the orgasmic sensation of her warm and wet pussy. My eyes were drawn to the twirling of her luscious tits. My hand shot over to catch one of them in motion, and I squeezed her nipple until she bit down on her bottom lip. She gazed up at me with her naughty have smile. It was clear that she was having the time of her life being drilled by her best friend’s father.

I hooked one of her legs and bent her thigh toward her bouncing breasts. The girl’s flexibility was incredible. The sight of Sarah with her legs spread wide, her underwear pulled aside, and her sexy smiling face made me ravenous. I slammed my hips into her, and immediately I knew I had gone too deep.

Sarah let out a loud yelp. Her brow furrowed and her eyes rolled. I clapped my hand over her mouth. My head snapped around toward the door. I was frozen in place with my cock buried to the balls in Sarah’s sopping wet pussy. I held my heavy breath and listened. My eyes were trained on the door in the dim hallway.

Sarah was rolling her body beneath me, curling her hips up against my cock and swirling me inside her hole. When I glanced down, I felt and saw her tongue slide between my fingers. I drew my hand away and bit my fist. A scream was ready to burst from my throat.

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What’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever done? Ha! Where should I start?

I’ll tell you what. Do you remember Paul Freeman? I wouldn’t have any stories to tell if it weren’t for what happened to us that one night. I suppose that’s how my whole kinky side came out in the first place…

I was back home for the wedding of my childhood friends, Cassie and Michael. Have you ever been to Poughkeepsie? Years ago, I’d have told you not to bother. It’s not so bad now, what with the walkway over the Hudson and all the new restaurants and breweries. Granted, it’s not the prettiest city and it certainly doesn’t have any reputation for being the most exciting place on Earth. But then again, who really knows what goes on behind closed doors?

A bunch of us descended upon Poughkeepsie, gobbling up the discounted hotel rooms so we didn’t have to stay with our parents or worry about getting home crazy drunk. It’s always weird returning home after you’ve started a new life elsewhere. Many of us were ready to flaunt our glamorous new identities, the ones that developed since we got the hell out of there. We’d mingle with old friends who’d never left, equally excited to tell us all about how the city had changed and about the urban renaissance we’d been missing.

One thing would never change: it was still home. A home where the little legend I was about to produce would go on to live in infamy, twisting endlessly into all sorts of half-truths. That’s how gossip works!

Cassie and Mike had a typical wedding. Lots of white. A choice between beef and fish. A panoply of flowers. I consoled myself with cake. You know how those things go when you don’t have a date. I joined a group of unmarried friends and we just prattled on about the ones that were.

Anyway, part of me enjoyed those excuses to see the old gang because Paul was always there. More importantly, he was still single. We’d had a flirtatious thing going for years by then. Each time I saw him it felt like it progressed a little more. I wasn’t sure where it was going, if anywhere at all. I gazed at him throughout the hotel wedding reception.

Eventually, Cassie and Mike started making the rounds for their final thank-yous, even though the drunken celebration would still go on late into the evening. I had my eyes set on another glass of Sauvignon Blanc. Then Paul and I crossed paths. I take it he was thirsty…

“Hi, Paul!” I said, cheerfully.

“Hey Amy!” he replied.

“So… crazy. I haven’t been in this place in years. It doesn’t look exactly like I remember,” I said, putting pressure on myself to prompt some chit-chat.

“Yeah, they spruced it up a little bit a few years ago with a renovation but it’s still an old relic… My room though– wow!”

“Oh?” I said, wondering if he scored himself some kind of free upgrade.

“Yeah. There’s heat… water. A beautiful view of the parking lot,” he mused.

“Incredible!” I laughed.

“I know! I have my own bathroom. Oh! And get this– a vintage lamp!”

“A lamp!” I gasped.

“And it’s beautiful,” he sighed. Paul raised his hands as if framing a picture. “It gives off this amber glow like you’re in a field of wheat as the sun sets.”

“Gosh, why can’t all hotels be like that…” I gigged, delighted by his wacky sense of humor.

“Seriously. And the best thing is the bed. You’ve never seen such a thing. I feel like I’m a member of royalty.”

“Aha…” I replied, trying to hide my smirk with a sip of wine.

“No, really…” He paused for a moment as if trying to figure out how to make a joke about proving it to me. I could tell he was a little nervous. “You wouldn’t have any interest in skipping out on this party for a bit, would you?” he settled on, perhaps realizing how forward he was becoming.

“Oh– um…” I mumbled, quickly taking another sip of wine, even though I had only just swallowed the previous one. I felt it rush down my throat, making an embarrassingly loud gulping sound.

What can I say? I panicked. I plain ol’ dropped the ball, right then and there, turning against all my dreams and fantasies in one botched opportunity to communicate what I actually felt inside.

“Uh… maybe another time. I’m feeling a little dizzy right now,” I stammered. After I realized what I’d just said, I actually did feel a little dizzy. “See ya later,” I squeaked as I turned and darted around a table, leaving Paul standing there solemn and stone-faced.

I scrambled off to the other side of the room, feeling my heart thumping madly in my chest, immediately regretting what I just did. “What was I thinking?!” I thought to myself. I began to review my life, pointing out all the times I had been that much of an idiot if only to lessen the pain of what I had just done.

I found Alexis, Rebecca, Lauren, ataşehir escort and Jacqueline standing in a circle by the dance floor and rushed over to join them.

“Don’t you guys ever feel weird seeing the bride and groom off?” Rebecca was saying.

“What do you mean?” Alexis asked.

“Well, it’s not like we don’t know what Cassie and Mike are headed up to their room for… They’re gonna fuuuuuck. And they’re gonna fuuuck, and fuck, and fuck, and fuck.” She sighed and took a sip of wine while everyone laughed.

“That’s funny,” Jacqueline said. “It’s so true.” I could see her helplessly daring to picture the lewd scene in her head. “Oh my god, I can’t even think about that!” she suddenly added.

“… While we stand around here talking about it like losers,” Alexis added.

Lauren lowered her wine glass from her lips, revealing a wry grin. “Speak for yourselves!” she laughed.

“Oh! Yes, good for you bringing the handsome boyfriend,” Alexis groaned sarcastically. “Enjoy your fucking evening…” Lauren snickered at her.

“Uh, guys… speaking of which…” I said, finally coming to terms with what I’d just done. Everyone turned and looked at me. I could tell their interest was piqued.

“What?” Rebecca asked, impatiently.

“Paul kinda… um… just asked me up to his room,” I replied. The four of them stood there motionless, staring at me as if I had cocktail sauce all over my face.

“And you’re standing here with us for exactly what reason?!” Alexis blurted out.

“I don’t know!” I exclaimed. They were instantly animated, exchanging looks of shock and shaking their heads in disbelief. “I don’t know why I didn’t go! I guess I panicked. Help! What do I do?!”

“Jesus, Amy… You better figure it out before I do!” Alexis quipped, her eyes suddenly fixated on Paul all the way across the room, where he had taken a seat with a bunch of our old guy friends. I slapped my forehead and continued to whine.

“Go back over there then. Tell him you changed your mind!” Jacqueline suggested.

“Yeah, like I’m gonna just walk over to him and say, ‘let’s go, hot stuff’ in front of everyone…” I mumbled.

“Well, lure him away. See if he wants another drink or something,” Rebecca added.

“He just got one,” I said with a pout.

“God, Amy. You’re crazy. Just go and figure it out,” Lauren groaned. “You’re horny for him, he’s horny for you. Let’s make this work.” She secured the stem of her glass with her thumb so she could run a finger back and forth through the hole of her other fist in a suggestive manner.

I laughed. “Okay, fine… I’ll figure something out,” I said, not convincing anyone.

I wandered across the room, weaving in and out of the half-empty tables where small discussions were still taking place between family and friends. I ended up at the spread of hors d’oeuvres ‘cuz, you know: food. I skipped over all the fancy stuff and arrived at a big bowl of corn chips and salsa that I couldn’t bear to see go to waste. I started nervously munching on them, eying Paul from a distance. He was listening to an apparently amusing discussion, occasionally chuckling at someone’s comment.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I mumbled to myself between loud crunches. I began to telepathically reach out to him. “Look at me, dammit,” I thought. For some reason, I started eating the next chip seductively. I must have looked like a complete dork. “Look at me, the sexy idiot munching on corn chips in desperation.”

All of a sudden he glanced over at me. He did a double-take, casting a look back and forth between me and those gathered around his table. I made another loud crunch. He gave me a funny look like he was confused.

“Shit, come on Amy…” I said to myself. I made a small motion with my hand, gesturing at him to come over. Paul raised an eyebrow. He turned briefly and said something to our friends, then got up and wandered over.

“Hey, what’s up?” he asked as a small smile began to form on his face. I realized I had not prepared what I was going to say.

“Uh… so… I um… maybe said something earlier that I didn’t mean to say…”

“Oh?” he replied. Paul looked like I had just resuscitated him from a near-death experience.

“Yeah. I think I tried to say, ‘yes’ or something, but it came out as ‘no’.”

“Really…” he said, drawing the word out slowly. “Would you like to try it again?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay… Well… do you wanna skip out on this party for a bit?”

I put my wine glass down on the table behind me, wiped my palms against my dress, and took a deep breath in. “Yes,” I said with a nervous smile.

“Well then, let’s go… You can try out my lamp!” Paul laughed. He grabbed my hand and quickly led us toward the exit as if afraid I would change my mind.

I glanced back over my shoulder. Alexis, Rebecca, Lauren, and Jacqueline were still standing across the room in a circle, babbling on about who-knows-what. Rebecca looked up and saw us leaving. She started ataşehir escort jumping up and down and pointing frantically toward us. They all turned and I saw their faces light up.

Suddenly I was in the hallway.

Paul and I made our way through the hotel, back to the lobby, and stopped in front of the long bank of elevators. “I should warn you… I may have corn chip breath,” I said, trying to make a joke. It wasn’t funny. I just felt embarrassed and stupid.

Nevertheless, Paul laughed. “That’s okay. I should warn you that I might be a little drunk.”

“Clearly,” I said with a grin, fully aware what had made him so bold at long last. “That’s okay. Me too.” The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. We stepped inside.

“Is that what this is about?” he asked, grinning back at me. “Are you trying to take advantage of me?”

“You’re the one that invited me!”

“Huh. I distinctly remember you calling me over to–“

“Oh, I see. Trying to turn this back on me, are we?” We both laughed.

I felt myself becoming suddenly excited. So excited that I imagined this might actually turn out well after all. No. Excited is not the right word. I was horny.

Paul made me so fucking horny. I hadn’t been that desperate for satisfaction since those lonely trips back home for the holidays where I lamented the lack of action I was getting at college. All I ended up doing was pulling out my old hairbrush, my favorite stuffed animal, a folded pillow… I even tried getting it on with my hilariously dick-shaped bedpost, despite once telling myself never to try that again. It was like I’d regressed to my awkward teenage years all over again.

Suddenly, we were at the door to Paul’s room. He waved the key card. I saw the green light and heard the lock click. Paul swung the door open wide and stepped aside, waving his arm through the air as if to unveil the grand majesty of his rather ordinary room.

“Why, thank you,” I exclaimed, attempting to waltz inside with a bit of panache.

To say that I was anxious would be an understatement. I was inside for no more than thirty seconds before I confessed I had to go to the bathroom. I was sure he could tell that I was a complete mess but I needed to lock myself in there for a few minutes just to work up the nerve to face the situation. I sat there on the toilet trying to sort out how drunk I was and if I was about to do something stupid.

Listening to the hiss as I emptied my bladder, all I could think was, “He can probably hear me.” But for all I knew that would turn him on. “Whatever floats your boat, dude,” I mused. “As long as this happens.” And it was really happening.

I forced myself to go back out there. Paul was still standing right where I left him, stiff as a rod. His whole body, I mean… I realized that I had been so focused on my own anxiety that I hadn’t noticed his.

“So… hey… um,” I started.

He smirked. Little shadows formed amidst his smooth stubble. They weren’t quite dimples but they were just as lethal. I walked right up to him, perhaps a little too close. That’s all I needed to do, apparently. Suddenly we were at each other’s lips. You know that feeling you get when that warm magnetism starts flowing back and forth through your body?

Yeah.

I gave into his kiss completely. My heart was thumping. For a moment, all my giddy humor vanished. This was serious. I had his tongue to prove it. After we finished sucking face, Paul reached around me and pulled me in close. I found myself drowning happily in the fading scent of his expensive cologne.

“This feels good…” he sighed.

“Mmm, yeah,” I mumbled. “But if you don’t let me go, I won’t be able to tear all your clothes off,” I added with a nervous laugh. There it was, back again. When I get nervous, I try to make a joke and usually make a fool of myself. I felt myself getting a hot flash as I realized what I’d just said.

Fortunately, Paul laughed and then let me go. I suddenly found myself in the precarious position of having to make good on my threat. I remember giving him a hard stare before I reached for his belt. All at once, I was unbuckling it and he was wrestling off my dress. I was popping the buttons along his chest like my life depended on it.

Did I say that Paul made me horny? I wanted to push him onto the bed, climb onto his body, and ride what I imagined was his big, beautiful cock in the same manner that Mabel Strickland once rode those bucking broncos on the rodeo circuit.

I felt him pop my bra, the rush of air on my nipples. He got my panties off and then tugged down his boxers. Naked as we both were, I hadn’t even looked at his body yet. I wasn’t yet done with his eyes. I felt penetrated by him already; deep, coffee brown, smooth as a fine cognac. They meandered downward. I watched them expand and evolve as he explored my newly-revealed secrets.

I touched his chest. Paul was solid, tall, and muscular. I felt myself tingling already. I briefly moved anadolu yakası escort up against him. My nipples pressed into his flesh like darts. I felt the heat emanating from his body as I began to slide my hand downward, over his stomach. His bellybutton was a sweet curl vanishing into darkness. I followed a little trail of hair, leading downward…

And there was his cock. I slipped my hand over it, admiring the perfect grooming of his smoothly cropped pubic hair. I felt his long shaft interrupting my fingers. They slipped underneath to cup his balls, shaved so smooth and soft. I lowered myself in front of him, still frequently searching for his eyes.

There I lifted his long shaft and inhaled his musk. I felt him begin to swell. He lengthened in my hand, becoming steely hard. I watched that magnificent specimen try to escape from my grasp, ticking higher and higher into the air as it began to throb. I chased after it, aware of the silly grin on my face, but even more conscious of his elongated, veiny shaft, his thick girth, the soft blush of his bulbous, ridged cockhead.

I planted a soft kiss at the tip of his erect penis. Then another, caressing him softly and teasing him with the brief, featherlight touch of my lips. He began to shift his weight and sigh. When I’d had enough of my own cruelty, I finally wrapped my lips around his cock and eased it into my mouth, feeling the deep pulse of his arousal tenderly adoring my tongue.

I moved smoothly against him, gradually increasing my pressure and speed. I tasted the salty evidence of his pleasure as he swelled to maximum capacity in the warm hollow of my mouth. I heard the quiet moans escaping his lips as my tongue curled around his shaft and worked hard to polish him smooth.

Careful not to work him into too wild a frenzy just yet, I eventually paused and grinned up at him. He cast me a pleading, desperate look. But I rose to greet his face. “Yep, I just went there and did that,” I thought. I wanted to congratulate myself.

He reached forward and slid his hands over my body. I felt him caress my breasts, gazing down at them lovingly and full of so much wonder. I shivered in response to his absolute astonishment, slipping his fingers over my nipples, delighted with their firmness.

Mild insecurity entered my mind as he lowered his eyes downward. I hadn’t shaved but it could have been so much worse. Paul didn’t seem to mind at all. He stroked his fingers through my pubic hair, then delicately parted my lips. I felt his fingers slide over my pussy. I watched his eyes dart back and forth, enamored by my silken flesh, already wet with anticipation.

Defenseless, a loud moan escaped my lips. Suddenly his eyes met mine. They sharpened. His eyebrows arched with a wicked determination. Without warning, Paul scooped me up in his arms and carried me toward the bed. I shrieked and wrapped my arms around his neck, glancing back as if I actually needed to be sure that the bed would be there to catch me when he plopped me back down.

I landed with a soft thud and allowed the abrupt contact to split my legs apart. He seemed thrilled by my boldness and hunger. Decidedly impatient, I wanted him to see me that way.

Paul gazed down at my expanding sex with a glow about him that I’d never seen before. His hand slipped down to caress my thigh as he moved toward the sensuous intimacy of my body that I had just presented to him. And oh god– no guy had ever eaten my pussy like that before. He went into it slow. First tickling my inner thigh. Making me want it all the more urgently.

His tongue began its serpentine weave, with a teasing avoidance of my clit. I felt it slip across my flesh, splitting me open, navigating my slippery folds as I squirmed and tingled. Then he swept it across my burning nub and set my whole body on fire. He tortured me with brisk flicks of the tongue. He sucked at my labia, anxious for my sweet nectar.

I wanted him to worship and adore me to the point of drunkenness. I wanted my body to offer him nothing short of ambrosia from a goddess.

Oddly, I remember sinking so deep into the pleasure that he was giving me that these weird memories startled bubbling up through my consciousness. I kept thinking of all the times I had stayed at hotels like that one, imagining a guy picking me up at the bar for a risky, casual encounter. It never actually happened. I remembered how many times I had instead ended up masturbating like a loser on the cool white bed sheets, frantically whipping my hand between my legs as if aggressively trying to prolong that fantasy in my head rather than slipping back into the bleak starkness of reality.

I remembered all the other fantasies I had. Most notably the one where I cracked the door to my room open, peeking out into the hallway, briefly stepping outside without any clothes on to risk getting caught. I never understood why but that one always made me come the hardest. I felt the fear, the anticipation, the thrill of someone finding me like that and getting turned on themselves. It made me want to explode.

I wanted to explode right then and there, all over Paul.

But he pulled away suddenly, licking his lips with satisfaction and giving me a serious look of intense craving. He whispered, “Let me go grab a condom.”

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One for the Road Ch. 06

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Next morning I awoke to the sound of June moving around in the lounge area. I looked across from the bed and made eye contact with her. She was naked except for a black g-string. She gestured to me and I nodded. She walked to the kitchenette and started to make coffee. I liked the way her small firm tits didn’t need any support.

I rolled onto my side and looked at Ingrid. She was snoring. The twisted sheet exposed her leg all the way up to her hairy pussy. I slowly eased out of the bed and headed for the toilet. When I re-emerged I grabbed the coffee and sat on the lounge. June sat next to me with a cup of tea in her hand.

We chatted about last night while we watched Ingrid slumber.

After about half an hour Ingrid rose onto her elbows. The sheet fell away and her soft breasts were exposed. June offered to make her a coffee. I watched as she nodded and her breasts bounced in concert with her head. I watched June’s tight ass as she handed Ingrid her coffee.

I asked where Steven was. He had gone for a run. I checked my watch. We had three hours to vacate the room. I turned on the TV. Ingrid snored as we watched a sports show.

Steven eventually returned to the room. He was sweaty from jogging. He stripped and headed for the shower.

As Steven dried himself I noticed that his penis was starting to become erect. He put the towel and down walked over to the bed. Ingrid was still sitting up, her soft breasts on show. She held her empty coffee cup in one hand. Steven walked up to her and took the cup from her hand. She wrapped her fingers around his hardening cock.

Steven pulled away and placed the coffee cup in the kitchenette. Both June and I watched his cock grow as he walked. Ingrid was absently rubbing one her breasts. From the movement under the sheets I assumed that she was touching her pussy with the other hand. Steve stood there watching for a few moments. June ran the toes of one of her feet up the back of his leg. His cock was almost Betturkey fully erect.

“Why don’t you fuck her?” June asked as she looked up at that monster prick, “Ingrid’s begging for cock.” Steve looked at me but I just shook my head. I just wasn’t up for it.

“But we have an agreement. No sex with Ingrid on the trip.” Steve said to the three of us.

“Maybe the trip is over?” June said as she looked knowingly at Ingrid.

“What are you suggesting?” Ingrid asked as she threw the sheet to one side. Her hairy pussy and curvy thighs were on full display now.

“Well,” June hesitated as she looked at me, “I’m going to stay here for a couple of days. If you want to head south with Ingrid I am happy to accommodate Steven for as long as he wants. He can even come home with me. He could give my useless Husband some lessons”

“That’s a great idea. I have to start work the day after tomorrow so I have to leave this morning,” I said as I turned to admire Ingrid’s womanhood, “and I’m happy to have you stay with me for a while.”

No one said anything for a few moments. The TV cut to an add about lingerie but my gaze alternated between Steve’s huge erection and Ingrid’s thighs. She was slowly parting her knees, exposing her juicy pink slit.

“I have wanted to fuck you for months” Steve sweetly whispered to Ingrid.

“Me too,” Ingrid replied as she parted her pussy lips with her fingers, “please fill me.”

Steve’s penis was bigger than ever. He took a few tentative steps as Ingrid spread her legs wide apart.

June moved closer to me on the lounge as we watched Steven climb onto the bed. He positioned his knees between Ingrid’s legs and lowered his mouth onto her red, swollen nipples. She put her arms around him and drew his body to her.

June started rubbing the inside of my thigh and I reciprocated. She parted her legs and I slid a finger into her vagina. She moved her hand to my cock but there Betturkey Giriş was no life in the old feller.

Steve lowered himself onto Ingrid’s waiting body. He paused as the tip of his erection touched the edge of her slit. She manoeuvred her hand between them to grasp his cock. She rubbed it along her pussy lips then guided it into her aching hole. He slowly lowered himself as that giant cock stretched her lips.

June and I had the perfect view. We could see between their legs as his Steve’s cock disappeared into Ingrid’s pussy. June was starting to squirm as I worked my other fingers into her dripping cunt.

Steve started moving his cock in and out of Ingrid’s pussy. Slowly at first, he drew the length of it all the way out then pushed it back in. Over and over again with increasing pace and forcefulness that prick thrust into her.

June dropped onto her knees and presented her butt to me. I pulled the flimsy g-string to one side and deftly inserted four fingers into her. She pushed back and I watched my knuckles disappear into that hungry cunt. She pushed back again, harder and more desperately, as I pushed my thumb inside her. My whole hand was now inside her twat but she didn’t take her eyes of the couple on the bed.

Ingrid was totally wrapped around Steven. Her arms and her legs pulled him into her. He responded by pummelling his rigid tool into her with ever increasing haste. He went wild, pummelling her until they were a sweaty mess of cock and cunt. She was taking all of him and begging for more. She bit his neck and scratched his back. He grabbed her arse and dug his hands into her. His cock was pumping her savagely.

Steve mumbled something in Dutch. Ingrid locked her mouth on his. He gave one almighty push and then I saw cum oozing out of her. Ingrid was almost hysterical. Her breathing was out of control and she was almost crying as she spasmed in a series of wild orgasms. He collapsed on Betturkey Güncel Giriş top of her.

June then pushed violently back on my hand and she erupted in a loud orgasm. She fell forward and curled up on the carpet as her eyes looked up at me. She whispered something but I couldn’t hear it due to the sound of heavy breathing in the bed.

No one moved for about half an hour. I broke the spell by taking a shower. On my way past I swatted Steve’s backside. He smile at me as he pulled his shrinking cock out of Ingrid’s slit.

After the shower I packed as Ingrid took her turn under the cleansing water. June put on a thin housecoat as she tidied the room a little. She ordered some breakfast for herself and Steven. By the time it arrived Ingrid and I were ready to go.

Steve, still naked, hugged Ingrid as June settled into the bed. Steve and Ingrid spoke in Dutch for several minutes then kissed deeply. There was a knock on the door. It was room service. June called the guy into the room.

As Ingrid and I walked past him and into the hallway I heard June tell him to get his cock out.

EPILOGUE:

So, that’s the story of my trip. That was a year ago. I just answered a phone call from my wife. After the obligatory niceties she told me how she felt and I agreed. Our future was summed up in a few short sentences. Put the house in Sydney on the market. File for divorce. Let the lawyers take their share. Split the rest. See you later. Yeah. Yeah.

I put the receiver down. I walked through the lounge room of my rented house. I picked up my drink and looked at the postcard Steven had sent me. He was engaged. Lucky girl!

I headed for the bedroom. On my way I tossed my night gown into the laundry hamper. That postcard had made me think of Ingrid. I wondered what she was doing. I thought of her warm, wet pussy and those breasts. My cock started to harden and my hand instinctively touched my balls.

By the time I opened the bedroom door I was fully hard. I looked at the bed.

Ingrid was on her back, waiting for cock. A small trail of semen seeped onto the bed. I heard the ensuite flush and turned as Joe, my neighbour exited. We exchanged high fives as I climbed between Ingrid’s legs. She was ready for me.

She’s always ready.

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Spill The Milk Pt. 03

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Mitch and I hardly spoke that week. After work, he spent his evenings in the driveway, working on Seth’s truck. I spent some time doing the yardwork that I had neglected over the weekend. We fended for ourselves for dinner. We spoke less in that entire week than we normally did in a single day throughout our entire friendship.

I didn’t get to see Seth at all. We did talk on the phone every night. Which, I discovered, was easier than talking to him in person. If I couldn’t see him, I didn’t get distracted by his beauty. I could think and speak more clearly when I wasn’t dazed by the need to be touching and tasting him all the time. We avoided the topic of sex. We hadn’t on Monday night because I wasn’t smart enough to realize how hard it was going to make not seeing him, literally and figuratively. Even so, by the time Friday rolled around, I was a walking erection.

So we talked about other things. I learned a great deal about working in a restaurant. Seth worked the lunch shift Monday through Friday and the dinner shift on Saturdays. All total, working six days a week, he still didn’t work a forty-hour week. He had no benefits and was paid about two dollars an hour. Two dollars! Then, on top of that, he had to claim a tip income of ten percent of his sales, even if he didn’t make that. After taxes, his paychecks were zero. The only money that he brought home was his tips. I had never worked in food service, since my first job was in construction, and I didn’t know any of that. He was living on the kindness of strangers, and I happened to know that the people in our town were not all that kind. It made me think back to try to remember if I had ever walked out of a restaurant without tipping. I couldn’t remember ever doing it, but I knew, damn good and well, that my father did it all the time.

**

After work on Friday, I went home, showered, and dressed nicely. I was taking Seth out on our first official date. He was waiting for me outside when I pulled up at his apartment. We’d already discussed the fact that I had no desire to know the specifics of his past sex life, and that included any confrontation with his ex-boyfriend. I didn’t mind generalities. I wanted to know the things in his past that made him the amazing person that he was. I just had this newly discovered jealous streak and didn’t want to completely expose how much of an asshole I could be this early in our relationship. The fact that he lived with a man that he’d had sex with was enough to set me on edge.

He climbed into my truck and set a backpack on the floorboard between his feet. “Hi.” He smiled.

His sexy smile had my cock filling out what little room there was in my pants. “Hi.”

He glanced up from fastening his seatbelt at the tone of my voice and grinned slyly at the obvious lust on my face. “Hmm.”

He leaned toward me, and I met him halfway. It was our first kiss in five days, and it melted my brain. He had to be the one to break away because I had neither the strength nor the desire to stop kissing him, tasting him. When he did, I found myself desperately clutching at him and trying to pull his body into mine, regardless of the fact that we were both tied to our individual seats.

“Hmm,” he said again. “Were you planning on taking me to dinner or to bed?”

“Yes,” I replied, my voice still husky and scratchy.

He smirked at me. “Maybe we should eat first,” he suggested. “You seem to be back in that place where you’re not going to let me out of the bed for a very long time.”

“Maybe never again,” I agreed.

He chuckled and reminded me, “I do have to be at work tomorrow afternoon.”

I groaned in frustration then sighed. “Okay. What are you in the mood for?”

His eyes opened wide in shock. “You mean that you don’t have this all planned out?”

I laughed. “I do, actually. I have several plans. So you tell me what you’re in the mood to eat, and I’ll take it from there.”

“Tacos,” he replied with a smirk.

“Seriously?” I gaped. “Of all the fancy restaurants in the area, you’re opting for Mexican?”

He nodded. “Even worse, I’m craving Taco Bell. I’ve been dying for Taco Bell all week, but I didn’t have my truck, and Corey is boycotting Taco Bell because they only serve Pepsi products.”

“Our very first date, my first real date ever, and you want me to take you to Taco Bell,” I laughed.

“Yeah. Do you mind?”

“No.” I shook my head and started the truck. “I don’t mind at all.”

So I took him to Taco Bell for our first date. We ate inside because I have more class than to take my date through a drive-thru, even though I could see the potential benefits to being alone with him in the truck. We had a good time. The place was full of teenagers, being a Friday evening. It was obvious that we were a couple, and I was a little nervous about the reactions that we would get. But, when I’d catch him staring at me with that look of adoration that he’d sometimes get, I kept forgetting to give a shit xslot Yeni Giriş what other people thought. There were a couple of sidelong glances in our direction, but Seth was so personable and friendly that people just couldn’t help but like him. The teens in the restaurant got a little rowdy, and we got a little rowdy with them. It was all in fun, and there was a lot of laughter. Nobody made a mess, and there was no hostility. The manager didn’t even bother to give us any warnings, but then, he was a teenager too.

When we got back in the truck with our to-go cups of Pepsi, Seth asked, “Where to now?”

I shook my head and grinned. “It’s a surprise. You’ll just have to see when we get there.”

He smiled at me and relaxed in his seat. “Okay.”

We drove for an hour, holding hands the entire time. We talked, much like we had on the phone. If I was concentrating on the road in front of me, I found it easier to control my desire to pounce on the man beside me. Although, that became infinitely more difficult when I inadvertently grazed my finger over the palm of his hand, and his entire body shuddered. It was good to know that it had that effect on him even if we weren’t in bed, but I avoided doing it again. The chance of me accidentally killing us was too high for me to seduce him in a moving vehicle.

When our destination became visible from approximately a quarter of a mile away, Seth turned to me, laughing. “You’re fucking kidding me!”

I chuckled. “Would you rather not?”

“Oh no,” he replied shaking his head. “I’m going to LOVE this!”

I parked the truck in the grassy area turned parking lot, and he grabbed my head and kissed me quickly and fiercely. “You are the sweetest man I have ever met!”

I brushed my fingertips over his cheekbone. “It’s just a carnival, baby. I haven’t begun to be sweet to you.”

“No, it’s not, Adam,” he insisted. “It’s OUR carnival.” He laced his fingers through mine and brought both our hands to his mouth, kissing my fingertips. “Come on. Let’s go have some fun.”

He let go of my hand long enough for us both to get out of the truck, and then he grabbed ahold of it again as soon as he was within reach. I, truthfully, hadn’t known that it was the same traveling carnival that he’d worked at. I had just been searching for any carnival within the general area when I’d found mention of it. If I had thought about it, it would have made sense. Those carnivals made a circuit, and it was about the same time of year that we had first met. So, if I had thought about it, it would have made sense that his carnival would have been somewhere close. I just hadn’t.

**

Seth had a great time. He took me around and introduced me to everyone that he knew that still worked there. Those people all wanted Seth to meet people who had started since he’d left. After the place had closed, we’d stayed and sat around drinking beer, reminiscing, and catching up. No one cared that we were gay. If you looked at some of them, you’d automatically think, ‘red-neck’ and ‘hillbilly’. Based on appearances alone, these were the kinds of people that you would assume would be bigots and racists. They weren’t. They were friendly, kind, and generous. I can’t speak for what carnies in other troupes are like, but this one, Seth’s carnival, contained some of the most open-minded and accepting people I had ever met in my life. I was glad that they had found him and taken care of him when he needed help.

It was creeping up on three in the morning when we finally left. Seth looked exhausted, but he was practically glowing with happiness. Home was over an hour away, so I opted to find a close motel instead. It wasn’t the Ritz, but it had a bed, and that’s what we needed. Suddenly, we again found ourselves in the situation of wanting to make love but having no supplies.

“Oh God,” he groaned when I told him that I didn’t have anything with us. “I want you inside me.”

“I want that too, baby,” I breathed against his sternum. “But we can’t. I don’t want to hurt you.”

We had made it onto the bed but were both still fully dressed. I was slowly unbuttoning his shirt as I placed kisses on all the tantalizing skin I’d exposed.

“But I’ve been practicing.” He whimpered when I found a particularly sensitive spot.

It took a second for what he’d said to soak through my lust-fogged brain. I raised my head from his mostly naked torso. “What?”

“I’ve been… You said… I wanted…” he stuttered, looking thoroughly embarrassed.

I unbuttoned the last button on his shirt and slid back up his body. He had my complete attention now, and I wanted to hear him say it. I braced myself on my elbows on either side of his chest so that we were practically nose to nose. “You’ve been doing what?”

“Practicing,” he whispered.

“Practicing what, baby?” I prodded.

His face bloomed scarlet, and he started chewing on his bottom lip.

I kissed him to make him stop. “Practicing xslot Gir what, baby?” I repeated.

He huffed a breath across my face. He was really embarrassed, and I wondered if he understood how much the thought of what I was sure he’d meant was turning me on.

“Taking it,” he finally admitted.

“Anally?” I asked.

He squinted at me. “Yes.”

“Alone?”

The squint became an outright glare. “Yes.”

“I’m not accusing you of anything, baby,” I explained. “I’m just building an image in my head.”

He squinted again.

“With what?” I asked.

“My fingers.”

My eyes closed of their own volition as a deep moan rumbled up from my chest. When I managed to force my eyes open again, he was smirking wryly. He finally understood what this was doing to me. “You’ve been stretching yourself for me?”

“Yes,” he replied. Then softly added, “And a little for me too.”

I had to concentrate on breathing for a second before I asked any more questions. “So you’re not just opening yourself? You’ve been finger fucking yourself? To completion? Do you come with your fingers buried deep inside you, baby?”

I don’t know if it was the rough, breathy sound of my voice, the expression on my face, or the fact that he could probably feel my cock throbbing through the layers of his clothing and mine, but I watched as his pupils dilated, blanketing the sea of blue with black, his breath came out in short pants, and his jaw tightened. “Yes,” he hissed.

“Will you…” I swallowed hard and reminded myself to breathe. “Show me?”

He hesitated as his eyes searched my face. Finding whatever he needed there, he whispered, “Yes.”

After jumping off the bed as if I was spring loaded, I bolted into the bathroom and grabbed both little bottles of lotion and conditioner, not knowing which he’d prefer. I left the shampoo, deducing that anything that lathered would not be good for this. I couldn’t have been turned away from him for five seconds, but when I’d turned back, he’d managed to get his footwear off and was working on his pants.

I paused for a second and watched him strip. I needed to get a grip or I was going to come in my pants like a school boy. And speaking of pants… I walked, as slowly as I could manage, back to the bed and set the little bottles down on the nightstand. Then, just as slowly, I took off my own clothes. When I’d finished, Seth was lying back on the bed, fully naked. I crawled onto the bed and sat back on my feet between his legs.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” I breathed and ran my hand up his bare leg. “What do you need from me?”

He shook his head. “Nothing. Just stay right like that.”

He gathered up the pillows and piled them behind himself, raising his upper body to the extent that the cheap, motel pillows would allow. He bent both knees and laid his right one on the bed but kept his left upright. With his right hand, he cupped and rubbed his balls while gnawing on his bottom lip. I glanced over at the bedside table, and his gaze followed mine. He snatched one of the bottles without bothering to pay attention to what was in it. He kept it in his hand while he continued to fondle his sac and mangle his lip.

“Don’t be nervous, baby,” I crooned. “You are the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life. You have no idea how fucking hot this is for me.”

He released his lip and grinned at me.

“Don’t be surprised if I can’t keep my hands to myself,” I warned him.

“I want you to keep your hands to yourself. On yourself. I want you to stroke yourself for me.”

“Oh fuck,” I groaned. “If I touch my cock right now, I’m going to come all over you.”

His breath hitched, and his dick twitched. I watched as a drop of pre-cum oozed out of his slit and dripped onto his belly. He scooped it up with two fingers and, reaching down, rubbed it around his hole. My eyes rolled back in my head. I had serious doubts that I was going to be able to prevent myself from coming, untouched.

He opened the bottle and coated two fingers of his right hand with whatever it was. Then he poured some into his palm and screwed the cap back on the bottle, dropping it on the bed beside him. He rolled his hips up, cupped his balls, pulling them up and out of the way, and slipped his right hand under them, rubbing the cream around his tight hole. Watching my reaction, he continued to rub small circles around his entrance with two fingers. I couldn’t see it from the angle I was at, but from the way he was holding his hand, with his ring finger and pinky curled in, and his index and middle fingers extended, the cream he’d poured into his palm had to be running down his fingers. It was pretty ingenious, and I wondered why I had never thought of it.

Then I stopped being able to think about anything as I watched both fingers slowly disappear inside his body. A loud moan ripped out of his throat, and his hips thrust up to meet his own fingers. I glanced xslot Sitesi up at his face to see his eyes closed. Then I looked back down to see his fingers slowly pull out and push back in as he began fucking himself. He pressed his fingers in deep, and his whole body convulsed as he found his prostate.

“Adam,” he moaned.

I tore my eyes from his ass to look into his face.

“Touch me, Adam,” he begged.

I didn’t know where to touch him, so I ran my hand up the inside of his thigh.

“Fuck, yes.” He moaned and bucked up against his hand again. This time, he let go of his balls and grabbed his leaking prick. He was no longer sliding his fingers in and out, but I could see the tendons on the back of his hand tightening and relaxing to the flexing of his fingers inside him. He started jacking himself in time to the jumping of those tendons. His breath started coming in short bursts as his chest heaved and his face was contorted in pleasure. It was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. “Fuck. Come with me, Adam,” he panted.

I didn’t have much choice. I was teetering on the edge without having ever touched myself. I wrapped my fingers around my shaft and matched his rhythm. My cock was slick with the copious amount of my natural lubricant, and my hand glided easily up and down its length. I started to crest just as he cried out my name and erupted in his own hand. I watched the arc as it shot across his sweat dampened skin and streaked his chest with white. I roared as fire burned through me and hash marks of my own seed mingled with his across his body.

**

I woke to the sound of incoming text messages and realized that I had neglected to let Mitch know I wasn’t coming home. I untangled myself from the knot of body parts that Seth and I formed together and slid off the bed to find my phone.

‘Is everything ok?’

‘Adam?’

‘I’m starting to freak out a little here.’

Well, shit. I took the phone into the bathroom and called him.

“Adam?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. We were at the carnival really late and just got a room. I should have let you know.”

“It’s fine.” The hostility in his voice gave the lie to his statement. “I’m not your keeper. I just thought you were planning to come home, so I got a little worried when you didn’t show.”

“I’m sorry. Really. It was a dickhead move. I should have texted you.”

“It’s fine. I’m just glad that you’re okay.”

“Check out time is eleven, so we’ll be there about noon.”

“You know the girls are coming today, right?”

“I remember.” Now I was the one lying. I had totally forgotten.

“Okay. Well, see you then.”

I really felt like shit. Being with Seth didn’t mean that I should neglect everyone else in my life. I’d had a life before he had become part of it, and I was totally abandoning it. I needed to figure out how to balance the two and quit being such a dick. Since I was awake, and in the bathroom, I decided to use the facilities.

When I got out of the shower, Seth was still sleeping. I hated to wake him, but it was getting close to ten-thirty. If he wanted a shower, he was going to have to get up. I dropped my towel and crawled naked across the bed, which was probably an error in judgement, being short on time. But, fuck. He was so beautiful. He’d rolled onto his stomach after I’d left the bed, and his back was fully exposed. I couldn’t keep my lips off him. I started kissing the back of his neck and made my way down his spine. His gentle moaning encouraged me to continue. I nudged the covers down, past his gorgeous ass. He really did have the most magnificent ass that I had ever seen. His cheeks were high and tight. The round, firm swell of his globes fit perfectly in my hands. I couldn’t resist. Truthfully, I didn’t put much effort into resisting. I wanted to taste him.

The instant that my mouth moved below his waist, he began to squirm, raising his hips off the mattress and wiggling his ass just enough to be enticing but not enough to interfere with my progress. I wasn’t sure how awake he was, but he was definitely getting there. I needed him to be alert for what I was about to do. No matter how much I knew he loved being eaten, I wasn’t about to take advantage of him while he was incapable of making the choice. I was aware that there were people who enjoyed being woken up that way. Hell, I had many fantasies of it myself. He could be perfectly fine with it, but unless I knew with one hundred percent certainty that he wanted it, I was absolutely not going to molest him in his sleep. I just felt like there was something inherently wrong with that.

“Seth,” I murmured against the small of his back. “Baby, wake up.”

“Oh God, Adam,” he groaned. “Don’t stop now. You’re killing me.”

My lips turned up in a smile against his skin. I pressed a kiss into the small of his back before resuming my downward progression.

I spent some time lavishing attention on his buttocks before reaching my goal. Separating his cheeks with my hands, I blew gently across his hole. He whimpered and arched up, needy and impatient. I’d tortured him long enough. I drew the flat of my tongue directly across his pucker, and he gasped and moaned loudly.

“Fuck, yes,” he hissed.

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