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Fatima

Club Aphrodite called itself a ‘gentlemen’s club’. It was open from eleven in the morning to eleven at night, and there was no need to make an appointment. You showed up at the blacked-out front door, pressed the buzzer and waited a few uncomfortable seconds for it to open. Once inside, you were greeted by the hostess, a woman in her fifties, who took you to a private room with a huge bed, a sink, and a shower unit. After a couple of minutes, the available girls would come in, one by one, to shake your hand and tell you their fake names. On good days, there might be seven girls to choose from and on not-so-good days maybe two. Then the hostess returned and asked which girl you wanted, for how long and whether you would like one of rooms with a jacuzzi. You could pay by cash or debit card and, once that was done, you sat on the bed or chair and waited for your chosen girl to join you.

Fatima was the first girl I had ever booked in advance and, as I made my way to the club at the appointed hour, I was excited. I was going to have sex with a beautiful girl who seemed to like me. I’m not saying she fancied me; I wasn’t that deluded. But ever since I decided to treat myself to paid sex once every two months, I learned that there was a difference between professional friendliness and a genuine click.

When Fatima joined me in the private room, she seemed genuinely pleased to see me. We got undressed, I lay on the bed and she proceeded to give me the introductory back massage. While she did, she asked about my work, my background, my life and, before I knew it, an hour had almost passed. The hostess came back with the cash debit machine so I could pay for an extra hour and then Fatima agreed that it was time to have sex. It was all surprisingly civilised.

Unfortunately, ‘civilised’ is not a good word when it comes to sex.

The hand job was nice, of course. It’s impossible to have a beautiful, naked girl massage your cock without it being a massive turn-on. But as she cleaned off the oil and rolled on the condom, I became worried about the lack of emotion on her face. Was she forcing herself not to register her disgust? Okay, I was in good shape for my age, but she was a woman in the full flower of her youth and beauty. How could she do this and not feel disgust? She started to blowjob me and I realised with dismay that she wasn’t all that good at it. Or maybe she was, but my thoughts were sabotaging the process. I lay on my back, thoughts whirling in my head, trying to let them go and hand the controls over to my body. After a couple of illegal bahis minutes, Fatima stopped.

‘Is everything okay?’ she said.

‘Yes, of course,’ I said. ‘Look, why don’t we, um…’

‘Have sex?’

‘Yes,’ I said, wishing she had used the word ‘fuck’.

‘Sure. Do you want me on top?’

‘Um … okay.’

I’d wanted to fuck her missionary style, but I felt uneasy about imposing my own wants. Fatima was the one having sex with a man she didn’t fancy and if it made it easier for her to be on top, let’s go with that. However, the sex was crap. Watching her ride my cock was curiously unsexy and both of us were avoiding eye contact. I was going to lose my erection if this carried on much longer.

‘Listen,’ I said, putting my hands on her hips to stop her. ‘Do you think we could try it with me on top?’

‘Sure.’

We changed positions and she added more lubricant to my cock before guiding me in. The first moment of pushing myself into her cunt felt great, but when I started fucking, my body failed to respond. I felt Fatima put her hands on my back and lift her legs, and for a moment I thought it was going to work. But her hands didn’t move and, because she was small, I was reluctant about pushing too deeply into her. After a couple of minutes, I stopped.

‘I don’t think it’s going to happen,’ I said.

I gave her time to take my cock in her hand so that the condom didn’t slip off, then pulled out. I lay on my back and grabbed a couple of tissues from the box, taking the condom off myself. Fatima lay on her back next to me, staring up at the ceiling. She looked troubled.

‘Are you okay?’ I said.

‘I’m okay,’ she said. ‘But are you okay?’

‘I’m fine. All right, I didn’t come. But it’s not the end of the world.’

I got up and dropped the scrunched-up tissue and condom into the waste bin. Then I got back onto the bed and lay next to the naked girl.

‘I have a request,’ I said.

‘Sure.’

‘I’d like to lie here and hold you in my arms. Would that be okay?’

‘Of course.’

Fatima turned towards me, snuggling into my arms the way my girlfriend used to. She even put her leg over my leg in the same way. Suddenly, I felt like crying. I gave Fatima a squeeze and she put a hand on my chest. We lay like that for a while, holding each other in silence. I let out a deep sigh.

‘You know, this is what I miss,’ I said.

Fatima’s hand gave me a friendly pat. I gave her a squeeze back. This was nice.

‘So…’ said Fatima, moving her leg against mine. ‘How come casino siteleri you didn’t finish?’

‘I don’t know,’ I said. ‘Maybe I like you too much.’

‘But wouldn’t that make it easier?’

‘Apparently not.’ I gave this some thought. ‘Look, one of the things that comes to mind is that paying for sex is very different from having sex in a relationship. It’s like there are different rules.’

‘What rules?’

‘Well, in a relationship, I’m with a woman who wants to have sex with me. Or, at least, they choose to have sex with me. But with paid sex, I’m the one doing the choosing.’

‘Are you saying you didn’t choose your girlfriends?’

‘I suppose I am, yes.’

‘Really? I mean, not ever?’

I lay on my back, thinking about this.

‘Well, maybe my wife,’ I said. ‘But when I look back, I see that all the women I really wanted were out of my league. Sexy, good-looking women, you know? Not movie star looks, but … well, girls like you. Apart from my ex-wife, you’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever had sex with.’

Fatima lifted her head to look at me. There was incredulity in her expression.

‘Are you serious?’ she said. ‘Apart from your wife, all your girlfriends were women you didn’t fancy?’

‘To a degree,’ I said. ‘Look, I’m not saying that any of them were unattractive. I mean, there’s a huge difference between “okay-looking” and “unattractive,” right?’

‘But you didn’t fancy them?’ she persisted.

‘Let’s just say they weren’t my first choice. They were all women I got to know and like, but not as a potential girlfriend. Then, one day, they dropped a hint or said something which made me realise that they were interested in me. And that changed the way I saw them.’

‘How?’

I looked into Fatima’s lovely brown eyes, feeling wistful about her confusion. I put my hands on her bottom cheeks and gave them a squeeze.

‘Listen, Beautiful,’ I said. ‘You may live in a world in which half the male population fancies you, but my world is completely different. I doubt whether ninety-five percent of the female population even notice me. So when a woman not only notices me, but actually finds me attractive, that does something for a man.’

‘What, like an ego boost?’

‘Oh, it’s way more than that,’ I said. ‘When you’ve spent months and months alone, it’s just so damn nice to have a woman want to have sex with you. Okay, so she’s not my first choice. But as I’m no woman’s first choice myself, why the hell not?’

Fatima shook her head.

‘I think you’re more attractive poker siteleri than you realise,’ she said.

‘You’re very kind,’ I said. ‘But I did Internet dating for some years, and it was my experience that a man my age with my looks has no chance with even an average-looking woman.’

‘But are looks really that important?’

‘For sex they are! A relationship with a woman is hard work, my dear, so why would I put myself through it if I don’t actually want to fuck her?’

Fatima leaned on my chest and looked down at me.

‘Do you really mean that?’ she said. ‘Is a relationship with a woman really that much work?’

‘It absolutely is,’ I said. ‘I’m telling you, my son at age three needed less attention than my wife. In fact, my son at age three needed less attention than any of the women I’ve ever been with. On top of that, he grew up!’

Fatima had her head resting on her hand as she looked at me. There was no anger there, no judgement, no condescension. She seemed to be thinking about what I’d said. I gave her body a squeeze.

‘Sorry about the rant,’ I said.

‘Don’t be silly,’ said Fatima. ‘It’s nice to hear a man say what he really thinks. Most men don’t.’ She paused and her eyes narrowed. ‘Actually, that’s only true in my personal life. Most of the conversations I have with men in this place are super-honest. I suppose it’s because a man can say what he thinks to me and there are no consequences.’

‘True.’ I frowned. ‘Nearly true.’

‘Why nearly?’

I put my arms around her and sighed.

‘Because the way you’re looking at me now is really nice,’ I said. ‘You’re looking at me like you don’t dislike what you see.’

‘But of course I don’t.’

‘No, there’s no “of course” about it. Having a beautiful woman look at me like that … I don’t know … it does something. And I don’t want to say something crass and have you look at me like I was a—’

There was a soft double-knock on the door. Fatima and I looked at the clock in the same moment.

‘Shit!’ said Fatima. ‘That went fast!’

I lay quiet, considering paying for a third hour. I couldn’t really afford to, but this intimacy felt too wonderful to end. How often did I feel connected to a woman like this?

‘I could pay for an extra hour,’ I said, tentatively.

‘I have a booking,’ said Fatima, laying her head back on my chest. ‘I checked when I went to the bathroom. It’s a shame, because I would have loved to continue this.’

‘Me too.’

She turned her head to look at me.

‘I hope I see you again,’ she said. ‘But if I don’t, that’s also okay. I want you to know that.’

‘God, I like you,’ I said.

‘I like you too,’ she said. ‘But, unfortunately, you have to get dressed, and I have to clean up this room.’

And with that, she rolled off the bed and reached for her clothing.

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Norfolk, VA June 5, 1978 2pm

“Pete, Pete!” I yelled as the bus came to a stop. My handsome, soldier-husband jumped down from the top step of the bus grabbed me around the waist swinging me in a huge circle. Together we laughed and cried as dazed and dizzy, we kissed clinging to each other.

“I’ve missed you,” he said speaking into my hair as we fumbled at buttons and zippers. Finally, in the privacy of our tiny, base apartment, we allowed the hunger from separation to drive our lust.

“I have to have you, now,” he said as he finished undressing me by ripping the sheer, summer dress and lacy bra from my shoulders. Grabbing both breasts in his hands he kneaded the soft, full flesh then dropped to his knees and fed first from one large, taut nipple then the other.

“Oh God, I’ve missed these nipples. A tour is too long…14 months is too damned long. I couldn’t remember how the wrinkled flesh around the base of your nipples felt on my lips. I never want to forget that, Jamie, never!” He said as he continued sucking and licking.

I ran my fingers through his short cropped hair holding his head tightly against me gasping as his sucking intensified. I felt moistness between my legs, “Oh yes. Please. You make me so wet. I want you,” I said pushing him back and down onto the floor.

“No baby I want you in our nest. Did you make our nest up like I showed you?” he asked as he ran his hand up between my legs and slid his fingers along my folds groaning as my slick juices coated his hand. He grabbed me around the knees easily lifting me over his shoulder. My bare ass at his ear, I massaged his broad back down to his ass as he quickly walked down the hall and into our bedroom. As he lowered me to our bed, he ran his hands along my sides over the thick, top quilt then buried his head between my thighs. Sucking my large, sensitive clit into his mouth he groaned and gently bit me.

“Aaahh,” I cried out. “Don’t tease me now, please. Please I need you. I’ve needed this for so long.” I was using my feet to push his open pants down his thighs. As his cock sprang free, I pulled him up by his ears. “Please just push inside me now. Please, now, Now, NOW!”

His cock easily threaded my moist opening. Frantic and crazed for each other we humped, pumped and throbbed against each other. Feeling his balls hitting the skin just below my slit with each thunderous plunge, I felt his cock swell. Screaming as my internal muscles began their rhythmic spasm, he released his seed deep inside me. Later, after exhausting each other, we lay…still entwined, the room smelled of sex and musky sweat. My long, red hair was damp; the sheets beneath us wet. Our breathing finally calm, the intensity of separation at last quieted, we talked.

“The nest is perfect. You remembered. How many layers of quilts and comforters did you use?” he asked.

“Three quilts and four comforters and you’re right it is easier to store extra blankets on the bed. Why did I ever think a simple mattress pad was enough with a single layer of sheet?” I asked, breathing into his chest his arms tightly enfolding me.

“It’s ok baby, You’re young,” he laughed and dodged the punch he knew was coming. “My grandma taught me about making beds so you want to sleep in them. When you work hard all day and your body finally needs rest…and sex,” he said as he playfully nibbled on my ear, “You gotta have a nest, a deep bed to just fall into and enjoy ’cause it’ll be soon enough and you’re up and out working hard again.”

Boston, MA December 24, 20126pm

Jamie was the kind of woman who was fiercely independent and often off-putting to the men she attempted to date. Although she wanted to be in a relationship and had spent hours filling out every kind of relationship questionnaire on several different online dating sites, she just couldn’t seem to get past two dates. They would discover she had a PhD; they would discover she was a widow — twice, no less and they would discover that the vast majority of her life she had been on her own and was financially secure through sheer hard work, extreme tenacity and will of spirit. She had read all of the advice given to women regarding why they were failures at making a man fall head-over-heels in love with them and had finally come to the conclusion that she no longer knew how to allow a man to take care of her, how to make him feel powerful and in control.

Stepping out of the revolving door of the hotel, she was pleasantly surprised to see the light cover of snow on the sidewalk and the huge heavy flakes swirling around the headlights of what looked like a thousand taxis. It was Christmas Eve and dark although it was only 3pm. There was a heavy cloud cover….snow clouds. Well, Santa would be pleased — snowing on Christmas Eve. How long had it been since she had seen a white Christmas? She had to get a gift for her personal secretary. This was the one chore she had to do herself. How could she ask Glenda to buy herself a Christmas gift? They were to have Christmas Brunch tomorrow and she knew Glenda would have something for her. She hailed a taxi and arrived quickly at a large shopping mall.

Inside the cavernous mall, she loosened her coat allowing the deep, emerald-green cowl neck sweater she wore beneath to show. Her long, bright red, naturally curly hair tumbled over bonus veren siteler her shoulders a stray lock of curls nestled in the cleft of her ample breasts. With a tight, black, knee-length skirt and black, calf-high boots she was attracting attention from men who, at the last minute, were frantically looking for a gift. Of course, she didn’t notice the men noticing and that was another problem. She was always so focused on what she was doing or what she would be doing that if you’d asked her she would say, “Men never flirt with me; I must be invisible; they just don’t notice me.”

Rounding a corner headed to the Perfume Emporium, she ran into Santa Claus….literally! Almost knocking him down, they locked arms only to prevent the other from falling. In a deep, very, Santa-like voice, he said, “Ho, Ho, Ho little Lady! If you are hurrying to tell Santa what you want for Christmas you have only a short time left. My house is right over here.”

He had his arm around her waist and was pulling, almost dragging her toward a small, red house erected in the middle of the mall under a huge, vaulted ceiling. A sign announcing “Santa’s In” greeted them as did a very scantily-clad, young woman dressed as an elf. The elf woman grabbed Jamie’s coat at the neck line and pulled the coat away effortlessly. Plopping down into the over-sized chair tucked inside the door of the house, Santa maneuvered Jamie onto his lap.

“So, Little Lady, tell me. What would you like for Christmas? Surely there is something you have always wanted that Santa could bring you,” he said.

For the first time Jamie was able to take in this white-bearded, red-coated man on whose lap she sat. Piercing, blue eyes under full, graying eyebrows penetrated her with their gaze. His full lips and perfectly white teeth, although almost hidden by the massive, mostly-white and extremely, natural-looking beard, looked sumptuous. She felt she could have fallen into those lips. She could feel a very firm and well-muscled thigh beneath her thighs, and her bottom tucked snugly against his pelvis and abdomen. A throbbing sensation alerted her to his hardening cock nestled against her ass. Her right arm was draped around a taut, well-built shoulder. When had she slipped her arm around his shoulders? His left hand rested on her exposed left thigh; the warmth of his hand radiated out enveloping her lower body. That hand didn’t belong to any old man; the skin was clear and tight, the fingers rounded and thick, he wasn’t wearing a ring and his cock, now erect, felt huge and full.

“Come now Little Lady. Surely there is something Santa can bring you. Tell me, what does your heart deeply desire?” He said through those lush lips, laugh lines appearing around the corners of his deep, penetrating eyes.

As if from a dream state Jamie said, “I’ve been married twice…two soldiers who were strong men in body, mind and soul but they were killed. I’ve been alone a very long time. I’ve had to be strong and independent and that’s what men hate about me. I’m lonely, horny and sick of the whole online-dating meet-the-next-loser game.”

She sighed deeply then turned her upper body to face him her butt firmly pressed against his raging hard-on. Placing both arms around his neck, tears moistening her eyes, she said, as she rocked her hips in his lap, “I want a man; a man of my own. I want a man who will love me, understand me and not be afraid or intimidated by me. I want a man who enjoys making love and screwing and fucking. Yes, fucking because we are animals. Fucking because it feels so damned good; because man and woman body fluids mingled in sweat and exhaustion makes life worth living. I want a man who feels equal to me and will allow me to love him and care for him the way he will love and care for me. I want a home with this man; I want to grow old in this man’s arms. That’s all I want for Christmas, that’s all I have ever wanted, Santa.”

A broad smile parted the full, white beard as Santa tilted his head their foreheads touching and said softly, “Well my dear that seems a very sincere request. Go home now, get to bed you will sleep soundly. Christmas morning your gift will be under your covers.”

Brushing her teeth, Jamie pondered the bizarre visit to Santa. She hadn’t even remembered leaving the mall or the ride back to the hotel. Why had she poured her heart out to Santa Claus? She laughed quietly to herself as she mused, ‘I asked Santa Claus for a man and he’s the only man on Earth that can actually give me that gift.’

Climbing into bed she pulled the covers up over her nude body. She had married Pete at 17; he had taught her to sleep nude and relieved her of her virginity. He had died in Vietnam during his fourth tour of duty. Thinking to herself: ‘Was that a dream last night? Maybe I had time traveled…it had seemed so real. That craziness I had told Santa — What if I lose what I do have – Oh God where had that come from? The dream, that’s where! But they are just memories…memories that’s all…’ and as she fell to sleep: ‘I just dreamed…of Pete…of huge, cozy nest-like beds…of mingled man and woman smells…after sweating and tumbling…after being tangled in arms, legs, and lips. It was just a dream.’

Fort Huachuca, AZJuly, 1995 noon

Stripping off her clothes down to panties bahis and bra, she slipped her boots back on. She was ahead of schedule and wanted to take advantage of the waterfall and deep pool of water she had noticed as she descended the trail. The sky was a crystal-clear, deep blue. Stopping every mile or so to drop off more supplies and stowing them securely in the hidden caches then repacking Petey to make sure her load was evenly distributed wasn’t hard work in itself. In fact, she enjoyed riding in the mountains. Petey was tied securely; Cay was munching on grass so Jamie slowly walked down the hillside leading to the pool of water.

The loud rushing sound of the waterfall was the only sounds she could hear. Walking out on a low-lying, flat rock she unhooked her bra and used her thumbs to slide her panties down over her hips. Stepping out of them she slid down into the water. Gasping as the cool water moved up her body she finally dropped down allowing her head to go underwater. As she resurfaced, she rolled over on her back her breasts floating above the water their hard nipples erect and sensitive. The intense, yellow light from the sun played over her body as she closed her eyes and relaxed into the water. Musing to herself she realized it would be perfect to have a man to play with now…in the water, in the warmth of the sun.

As she runs her hands over her breasts pulling on her nipples enjoying the tight and hard sensation that registers as arousal between her legs, she turns over and swims slowly to the edge. As she pulls herself up onto a large, flat rock she wrings out her long red hair then lies back her legs slightly spread her arms raised up over her head. The sun warmed rock feels wonderful. She lowers her right arm finding the folds between her legs and the large, hard, sensitive, nub of her clitoris.

Gently, yet firmly, grasping her clit she begins a pulling/rubbing motion. Her left hand has found her breast and she’s rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger. A low groan escapes from between her lush, full lips, her hips begin to move up and back as if they have a mind of their own. In her mind, she imagines a man…no, the man, August, the uptight, grumpy orienteering trainer who left her to find her way back to the parking lot marked on a map. She’d surprise him and get back early having delivered all of her supplies. His tight, hard body would feel so good right now and she wondered with a laugh if he was as rigid as the others had said. A hard, rigid man would be good to have beside her right now. She imagines he is watching her, wanting her. His cock hard and aching….

Deeply enmeshed in the world of bodily sensations…the warmth of the sun on her bare skin, the ever growing flood of warmth up and over her abdomen as she lingers as long as she can on the edge of orgasm…her nipples are pleasurably/painfully hard, her breathing labored and uneven and the desire, oh yes, the desire to be penetrated just before the crash of orgasm is overwhelming….she plays the movie in her mind of penetration…remembering the feel of the softly-hard, mushroom-shaped helmet of an engorged cock snuggling up into her swollen, wet labia…pushing them further apart to reveal the deep reds, pinks and purples of excitement, mixing his pre-cum with her slippery, clear fluids…teasing her ….playing in her wetness nudging in to where the first ring of strong, circular muscle requires slightly more pressure to push though into the velvety-smooth, interior canal of sensation….she feels the throbbing veins standing out on his cock as he gently yet firmly strokes her inner walls and gasps as he reaches her cervix holding firmly, wanting to stay as deeply embedded as possible his heavily distended balls resting against her outer flesh from the lowest part of her slit down, over and below her ass hole.

She isn’t aware he is watching or stroking the cock she so longs to feel….if only he were so bold as to slip between her open thighs his rigid cock easily threading into her…she could wrap her muscled legs around his waist pulling him into her center…..locking her ankles at his lower back to keep him deep until the inner muscles of her cunt begin to throb in their own rhythm, milking his cock and she cums all over his cock as he erupts inside her unable to resist the spasms of her internal massage….

“I’d imagine my cock would slip easily into you about now,” he said softly, his lips only inches from her face.

She jumped opening her eyes… seeing him, August, the real man kneeling beside her his erect cock…the head a purple, swollen, helmet-shaped head dripping long strings of pre-cum his balls heavy hanging sacs between his thighs. He quickly moved around situating himself between her open thighs. Reaching in with two fingers he penetrated her wet center, stroking her she groaned leaned back and spread her legs farther apart. “Please, please…now, “she begged.

He pulled her up lifting her onto his stiff shaft as he sat back so that she was seated on his lap. His strokes at once firm and commanding; their bodies locked together. With her hips firmly grasped in his hands, he lifted her up and down his cock. As she rocked her hips back and forth holding onto his shoulders, her head dropped…she moaned her fluids flooding his deneme bonusu cock dripping out as he continued to plunge into her. She felt his cock swell even more knowing he was near orgasm she clamped her muscles tightly allowing his rising passion and need to bring her off again.

Resting in each other’s arms she was still impaled on his semi-hard shaft. “I have been following you and hoped you would stop at the waterfall to swim. I’ve wanted you since I first met you,” he said.

Boston, MA December 24, 2012 11pm

Waking suddenly by the sound of her voice calling him…. “August!” she gasped…her second husband…vanished as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. He had died from prostate cancer 10 years after they were married. His tour during Desert Storm had claimed the lives of every man under his command; all had died from prostate cancer.

They had married two weeks after their waterfall affair. For years, they continued working the trails together always stopping off at the waterfall to enjoy the sensual, sexual pleasures that renewed their commitment to each other.

As she splashed water in her face in the hotel bathroom, she gazed at the woman staring back at her in the mirror. “Damn, last night I dreamed of Pete and tonight of August, “she said tears welling up in her eyes threatening to spill over. Wiping her face with a towel she went to the room’s bar and opened a bottle of Vodka. Searching through the small refrigerator she found tonic water and made a drink. Walking over to the double doors of the balcony she opened the drapes and was amazed at the snowy white wonderland that met her gaze. Twinkling lights of every color reflected off the hotels, bars and shops on the street below. As she opened the doors and stepped out onto the balcony, snow continued to fall. Huge, lazy flakes drifted down on the windless night air. It was Christmas Eve. The street below was eerily quiet there were no tire tracks in the snow and no one walked down the street. “Magic,” she whispered, her breath coming out in a fog in front of her face. “It’s magic. Santa will bring me my man, he promised.”

Shivering, she came back inside closing the double doors and drapes. The gift she had purchased for Glenda was brightly wrapped on the table. A huge, holiday-basket of fruits, nuts and wine, a gift from the man she dated sat on the table. Its colorful ribbons and festive decorations of candy canes, chocolate pine cones and a tiny Christmas tree cookie were beautiful. Until now she hadn’t even looked at the basket. As she untied the huge red bow the transparent wrapper fell away and a single candy cane toppled from the basket. She removed the wrapper quickly stuffing the candy into her mouth allowing the sweet peppermint delight to melt on her tongue. She hadn’t enjoyed a candy cane since she was a child. Using the candy cane to stir her drink, the mixed flavors of alcohol and peppermint were delightful; she finished that drink, made another and finished that one as well.

Slightly buzzed from the alcohol, she went back to bed falling asleep instantly.

Boston, MA Christmas Day, 2012 8 am

Jamie remains asleep under the thick, lush comforter. Her red hair is splayed out around her head on the pillow like a halo. Her head tucked down, knees drawn up, her breathing smooth and easy, her body spooned by the man behind her who also remains sound asleep. His muscled arm encircles her rib cage his fingers lightly touching her right nipple his knees drawn up tucked in behind hers’ their bodies snug. Light has begun to show through the opening in the drapes — it’s sunny this Christmas morning.

A deep sigh with a stretch and yawn interrupts their slumber. As Jamie moves he kisses the back of her head. “Good morning,” he says, “Merry Christmas!”

He pushes his morning erection into her buttocks. She moans adjusting her position so that his rigid shaft is caught between her thighs. As she rocks her hips, the head of his cock nudges her slit. She is wet and slippery and with a minor movement she is able to capture and conceal the head of his cock in her folds. He pushes forward entering her fully, deeply and completely in one stroke. She gasps at this first stroke; she’s sore from their night-long sessions of making love, screwing and fucking. They moan in unison as the natural humping of both bodies cause them to seek a more purposeful motion. She rolls slowly onto her abdomen he follows without losing their pacing. Her legs closed, her hips arched as she pushes up and back at him seeking deep, full penetration. He easily remains buried in her. Holding himself up and off of her he rams his cock back and forth along her velvety inner walls. The angle of her hips causes each stroke of his cock to mash her g-spot between his cock and the bed. Her orgasm builds quickly, she releases herself into the spreading warmth screaming into the bed until the tension is gone and she lowers her hips her spasms now infrequent. He continues stroking into her; she isn’t able to resist the urge to arch her hips once more and push back into him to make him fill her completely with each thrust. Caught up in yet another build-up to orgasm, she feels his cock swell deep inside her. He pushes hard into her pumping a huge load; the warmth spreading inside her causes her to topple over the edge and she feels her muscles milk him…draining him. He pulls her back into his body and turns they lay side by side connected…..his arms encircling her. Her head rests against his chest. Pulling the comforter up they drift together in a place between sleep and wakefulness.

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The Gypsy Chronicles Ch. 05

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This one was a surprise. Gypsy satisfied a fantasy before I even had a chance to fantasise about it!

Power showers! You have to love them. It was a cold morning, so I set it so that the water to all but stripping and cooking the skin off of my back, the bathroom steaming up.

I was staying at Gypsy’s after a great meal at her place the night before with a group of friends. Something Greek that I can never remember the name of, but it was incredibly good. The wine flowed, laughs were had, and eventually, the night ended with two heading home and from the sound of snoring few more sleeping around the house.

I had reserved my place on the sofa early on saying, “that’s my bed,” once the conversation got around to drinking and driving. I knew Gypsy wouldn’t mind me staying over.

No one really knew about what Gypsy and I got up to. Some assumed that there might be something between us as we spent so much time in each other’s company. Others just accepted that we were what we said we were, friends, and that nothing else was involved in our relationship. As for us, we did not publicise or show any indication that we were any more than platonically involved. Which we were, albeit interspersed with moments of random passion.

While we were not exactly at it like rabbits, every couple of weeks something would happen as a result of my new found freedom to describe my fantasies to Gypsy. Having put so many to writing for her to read, she had started to get more and more in to them, from time to time she even made some a reality.

The shower was next to Gypsy’s bedroom, the lock had no key so there was potential for a little embarrassment here and there. But with the shower going like a fire hose and me humming some tune I could not get out of my head, anyone outside would know there was someone inside.

I needed a shave and not having canlı bahis any wash kit there, made use of the lady’s razor that I assumed Gypsy used for her legs. Hey don’t judge! How many guys out there have had their razor abused by a lady!

I didn’t hear the bathroom door open and only knew someone was there as the shower door made a noise.

Gypsy in a gown. A black silky Item that I had bought with her when we went for one of our periodic pantiless shopping trips. It had gotten to the stage where Gypsy hardly ever wore panties when I was around. She knew what it did for me and enjoyed having me on the edge even when she teasingly didn’t allow anything to happen between us. Damn, she knew how to get me worked up!

Gypsy slipped the gown off of her shoulders, and saying “good morning” came in with me as I finished shaving.

“Do my back please” she said softly, handing me her shower gel and pointing her delectable derriere towards me.

Do her back? I’d do all of her repeatedly, on demand, whenever she wanted. but having been asked politely, I did the gentlemanly thing and started to soap her up.

Running my hands all over her beautiful brown skin, massaging her shoulders slightly and getting a little sigh in return, I soaped each of her arms, slowly getting to her sides and inevitably her front, softly massaging her tits feeling the nipples harden and was rewarded with a groan.

Kneeling down while she stood supporting herself with her hands against the shower wall, I soaped her legs from top to bottom. Well from bottom to ankles and back up again. Both hands surrounding each leg as I slid them up and down and up again.

Purely in the interests of hygiene and thoroughness, I paid an appropriate amount of interest to her butt and that delectable peach of a pussy that enthrals and entertains me so much. kaçak iddaa A delicate touch was accepted, a slip of my finger between her lips elicited a groan, but the moment my tongue got close she pushed my head away. Damn she knew how to tease me.

Tugging at an ear to make me stand she pulled me to her for a kiss, my hardness sliding between our wet bodies. She had so far said nothing other than “good morning” and “Do my back please.”

Kneeling down she picked up the shower gel and started soaping my dick. I don’t think it could have been possible to make me harder but she was certainly trying to.

Rinsing off her hands she reached for the razor and started shaving the hair below my navel.

I have been trimming my pubic hair for years. Usually with a hair trimmers I use in a tight-fisted approach to saving on barbers bills. So although trimmed my pubic area is still a little hairy. I had never used a razor as I tend to be a clumsy handed klutz at the best of times.

Gypsy on the other hand, with her pianist’s delicate touch, was seemingly unbothered by the potential for damage. Gently dragging the razor down my shaft and the sides of my legs I was stripped of hair.

Taking me slightly by surprise, she gripped one of my balls quite firmly between her thumb and forefinger stretching the skin taught, she scraped around it, thankfully in an exceptionally delicate manner before moving on to the other.

To say I was in heaven would not be an exaggeration.

All done she soaped me up again, rinsed me off and still kneeling, admired her handy work before looking up and giving me a dazzling smile.

She pulled my shaft down, placed its tip in her mouth and started to do that thing she does with her tongue that drives me mad, while stroking me up and down with one hand, caressing my balls with the other.

After kaçak bahis a couple of minutes I was truly on fire, so pulling her up, I gripped her under her armpits and jerked up what is a thankfully a reasonable 55kg. Being truly on the same page as me, Gypsy wrapped her legs around my waste as I lowered her down.

We met firmly inside her velvety smoothness as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me to her face for a deep kiss. All the while her back against the wall and my hands supporting her ass I thrust in to her.

Our tongues sliding over each other and passions burning in side of us, she pulled away and gestured to be released. Letting her down, I went to say something only to have a finger put to my lips with a delicate shhhhh.

Soaping her pussy and my shaft again she rinsed us off and went to step out of the shower. With the shower off, she dried herself while I watched, slowly stroking myself up and down.

“Not too much” she said nodding towards my hand, “you’ll need that later.” Putting on her gown she blew a kiss and left the bathroom, with me there hard as a rock and far fuller than I wanted to be.

Damn she’s a tease. But knowing her well I knew she had a plan, so I was looking forward to later in the day. Gypsy frequently gives the orders in our liaisons and loving a woman in control, I obeyed reluctantly, left my dick alone and dried off.

Dressed and refreshed, although more than a little aroused, I went to the kitchen and saw Gypsy whispering to Elise, one of the sleep over guests. Seeing me, she turned around and walked to a cupboard. What was she saying? Was she telling Elise about what we were up to 10 minutes earlier? I guessed I would find out in the fullness of time.

I must admit, the idea of others knowing about the arrangement that Gypsy and I had didn’t bother me in the least. In fact in the case of Elise I found it very sexy due to her shape and good looks. Gypsy is always my number one but that does not mean that I do not find other women attractive.

Ooooh, did we have fun when everyone else left! But that’s another story.

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The name is Antonio Calderon. I was born in the Dominican Republic, to a Haitian mother, Anne Etienne, and a Hispanic father, Jose Calderon. I have an older sister named Nadine. In the summer of 2009 my parents moved from Haina, one of the Dominican Republic’s biggest towns, to the City of Ottawa, Ontario. I missed the DR terribly but had to adjust to my new digs. Ottawa was to be our new home. I got myself a job working as a security guard, and I also enrolled at Carleton University. My sister Nadine went to the University of Ottawa to study medicine. Life is alright these days, if a little slow.

The only exciting places in the vastness of Canada are the metropolitan areas of Toronto, Montreal, Vancouver and Calgary, in that order. The rest of the country is pretty much all woodland and small towns and to me, that’s strictly fly-over, trust me. Since I’m a person of color in the Great White North, I’m allergic to small towns. Don’t go there if you’re not white. Trust me, they’re cold and hostile to us “invasive immigrants”. They’re going to stare at you as if you’re a unicorn and make snide comments. The place where I live, a midsized city which happens to be the national Capital, is somewhat better. As a resident of Ottawa, I’m in the no fun zone. That’s okay because I know how to make my own fun.

Don’t ever judge a book by its cover. Truer words were never spoken, fam. How else could you explain the big-booty black Muslim chick, wearing Hijab no less, who sucked and fucked me in the engineering building washroom the other day? I met Hakima Mustapha in one of my classes and the tall, curvy Somali chick with the pretty face with a big ass caught my attention. Like a lot of mixed brothers, I’ve got a thing for dark-skinned chicks. I noticed Hakima but figured I wouldn’t bother because Hijab-wearing Muslim chicks to me are in the category of sexless, dull and boring. I mean, I didn’t think chicks like that can date, or have fun, or do anything other than go to school or pray. That’s all I see them do.

Yeah, I figured Hakima Mustapha was out of my league. I’m half black and half Hispanic. I’m not Muslim or anything of the sort. Just an average Joe of the Christian persuasion. Catholic if you want to be specific. Living in sin in Canada’s türkçe bahis Capital region. I’d banged a few chicks since enrolling at Carleton University and considered myself alright in that area. Still, how many non-Muslim men can honestly say they bagged themselves a Hijab-wearing Muslim chick? I’m happy to say that I’m a member of that exquisite club. How did that happen? Let me tell you all about it ladies and gentlemen.

So there I was in the school library, doing some homework, checking my Facebook messages and all that jazz. I was also checking out my favorite porn sites, Hood Hunter and Real Black Anal, because quality black porn is getting increasingly hard to find, you know? I was watching my favorite actor Wesley Pipes as he smashed a big-booty dark-skinned sister named Jasmine Sky and got thoroughly engrossed in what I was seeing. I didn’t notice the Hijab-wearing Somali chick sit at the computer next to mine. Hello brother, chimed Hakima Mustapha in a pleasant voice. It’s never fun when females catch you watching porn, man. Um, something happened when Hakima interrupted my viewing of aforementioned pornographic material. I jazzed in my pants! Yeah, man. It happened right then and there.

Hakima Mustapha looked at me and smiled, then asked me what I was looking at. Frantically, I tried to do three things at once. Click out of the WMV movie trailer from the porno site, cross my legs so she doesn’t notice my erection and try not cry out because I just frigging exploded in my pants. I failed miserably at all three, man. Instead of clicking out of the video, I accidentally blew it all, so it appeared as a full screen on my computer. Yup, and she saw the whole thing. Hakima’s eyes went wide as she watched Wesley Pipes slam his dick up Jasmine Sky’s asshole. That’s what you look at while you’re supposed to be doing homework, Hakima said, shaking her head. I’m sorry, I said weakly, and muttered under my breath. Damn. I haven’t felt this embarrassed since I got caught jerking off in the cellar by one of my sister Nadine’s friends. Shit!

All kinds of unpleasant scenarios rushed through my head. I looked at Hakima hesitantly. What was going on through her head? Was she shocked? Disgusted? This chick’s a Hijab-wearing iddaa siteleri Muslim. They’re all, um, holy and shit. I sure as hell hoped she wouldn’t tell the library people on me. I was doing research, I told her. Hakima shook her head. The look in her eyes said “bullshit”. You like porn, she said. It wasn’t a question. I nodded hesitantly. I’m a single guy, I said, and shrugged. Hakima considered that. Then she looked at my crotch, where my erection was still bulging in my pants. I stay hard even after I cum. I don’t know why. No girlfriend, I said wistfully. Without warning, Hakima laid her hand on my crotch. I jerked in surprise. You got one now, she said firmly, locking eyes with me. Her tone brooked no reply. I nodded and smiled nervously. Yes ma’am, I said sheepishly.

Hakima and I exchanged numbers and added each other on Facebook that night. I called her as soon as I got home, and I guess I was hoping ( or fearing ) that she changed her mind. Instead we ended up having phone sex for like an hour. Hakima was freakier than I thought she’d be, man. The following Tuesday, we grabbed a bite together at school and then went to the movies. I took her to see 2 Guns because I’m a big fan of Denzel Washington and Marky Mark isn’t bad either.

We had fun, then grabbed a bite at the Saint Laurent Mall’s Chinese restaurant. We had a good time, I guess. For she seemed to want to see more of me. I was honestly starting to feel that chick, man. Little Miss Somalia wasn’t what I expected. She was smart, sexy and funny. And oh so freaky. I thought all Muslim females who wore the Hijab were the most boring creatures on God’s green Earth. I guess I’ve been proven wrong. I’ve never met anyone like Hakima, for real.

I was surprised as hell when, while we were studying in the big ole civil engineering building ( their cafeteria is off the hook, better than the others at school ), she told me she wanted to see my dick. I smiled and told her I’d show her when we got home. She told me she couldn’t wait. That’s why we ended up in the washroom in the basement. I slipped the “closed for cleaning” sign on the door to make sure we had some privacy, then locked the door. Once inside, Hakima showed me what she was working with, as they deneme bonusu veren siteler say.

I sat Hakima on the washroom counter, and took a good look at her. Truth be told, something about a Hijab-wearing Muslim chick in a long skirt, dressed all religious and proper and yet showing her freaky side absolutely appealed to me. I told this to Hakima, who laughed and told me she knew lots of non-Muslim guys had a fetish for Muslim girls. Then she hiked up her skirt, revealing that she had no panties underneath. Hot damn. Her hairy pussy’s puffy lips stared at me invitingly. I got hard instantly, and got on my knees. I had to lick some of that tasty Muslim pussy. I inhaled the hot, womanly scent of Hakima’s pussy. Nice. I began licking her pussy, sliding my tongue and fingers in there. Hakima moaned softly and urged me to be gentle. I nodded and continued, tasting her pussy on my tongue and feeling her flesh quiver around my fingers. I worked my magic on her, causing her to moan loudly.

Hakima told me she was ready for more. We continued with our fun. I put on a condom then rubbed my hard dick against Hakima’s lips, and then…shit. I went soft. I tried to get hard again, but couldn’t. Hakima took my dick in her hand, and stroked it. And just like magic, I got hard again. Smiling, Hakima guided my dick inside of her. I pressed my dick against her pussy, and went inside with a swift, smooth thrust. Hakima wrapped her arms around me and urged me to fuck her. Who am I to go against the lady’s wishes? I did just that, going deep inside of her. Gently I kissed her lips and we held each other tenderly as we made love. And in those passionate, impromptu moments, we weren’t a Somali and a half-Haitian, a Muslim and an Infidel. We were simply a man and a woman, our bodies joined and our souls connecting.

When we finally stopped, our bodies covered in a fine sheen of sweat, I breathlessly told Hakima that I loved her. She smiled and told me that it’s just the sex talking. I shook my head. Nah I mean what I say, I said, kissing her again. You’re one crazy man but I love you back, she said, and kissed me back passionately. When we emerged from the washroom, it was close to midnight, and security had already locked the building. You should have seen the look on the cleaning lady’s face when she saw us exiting the place, disheveled and happy, oozing sex in every pore. Hand in hand, Hakima and I walked off campus, but not before waving at the cleaning lady. Guess she’ll have a story to share with her pals tonight. Take care, folks.

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“Gee, Ms. B.! Your tits are making circle marks on the chalkboard!”

I couldn’t see them. He had me pushed up against the chalkboard with one hand in the middle of my back and his other hand cupping my pussy from the front. My face was sideways with my cheek against the board and the palms of my hands were flat against the board on either side of my head. After pulling my shirt and bra up over my tits, he had roughly mauled them before pushing me up against the chalkboard at the side of the classroom. He held me there while he reached up under my skirt and pulled my panties down past my knees.

“Fuck, you’re wet!” he exclaimed as he rubbed back and forth along my sex.

It was true; I was oozing. I could only whimper and try to spread my legs farther apart.

He removed his hand and I heard him unzip his pants. The next thing I knew he had effortlessly shoved his cock into my waiting cunt.

“Oh, god…” I managed to moan as the length and girth of his cock surprised me. However, the ease with which he penetrated me was not a surprise. Since I discovered the latent sexuality of the senior class and how I could use them to satisfy my own unquenchable yearning to fuck and be fucked, I had taken advantage of every opportunity these highly-sexed eighteen year olds provided. This was one of those opportunities.

“Chad, not so hard… Uh…” I begged as he pushed me against the chalk tray with each thrust. He ignored my plea and kept pounding me with that oversized, teenage cock.

He was a big boy, way over six feet tall with a physique and strength to match his size. I guess it should have been no surprise he had a cock to match. He had told me he didn’t go out for sports because he liked to do too many other things. Maybe this was one of the other things he liked to do. I silently wondered how many girls in his class had been pleasured by his cock.

“Oh, god, Ms. B.! I’m coming! I gonna come! Oh, yeah, yeah! Oh, fuck!” He pushed bedava bahis me harder against the chalkboard, mashing my tits even more, and bucked his cock up into my compliant cunt as I felt spurt after spurt splash into me. God, it felt good. Even though I hadn’t come this time, just feeling his hard cock and the amount of cum he dumped into me almost made me dizzy. There was no denying that I was the fucking teacher.

He was still hard and didn’t pull out, but instead, reached between us and stuck his finger into my cunt alongside his cock. This gave me a brand new sensation.

“Oh…” I gasped as he smeared his finger with both our juices. Then, without warning, he pulled his finger out and stuck it into my ass.

“Aaaayyyyeeeee…” I wailed as I came immediately, succumbing to my pent up needs, even as my hard spasms were suppressed by him pushing against me.

Before I had a chance to completely savor the moment, he had pulled both his finger and his cock out. I cried a silent “Noooooo…”

“Oh, Ms. B. I’m sorry. I didn’t know that would happen. Greg told me I should do that. He said a girl he used to go out with told him to do that and it would drive her crazy. Are you O.K.? I’m sorry.”

“Chad, it’s O.K. It’s O.K.,” I reassured him. It must have been the first time that a girl had come on his finger up her ass. It was a fantastic feeling and I thought I needed to let him know that it was O.K. to do that. I regained my strength and turned around. He was leaning back against the lab table.

“Chad, it was just the right thing to do and the right time to do it. Don’t worry about it. It was great!” I said as I pulled my panties up so his bucket of cum wouldn’t leak out, smoothed my skirt, pulled my bra down over my tits, and positioned them comfortably. I looked at Chad and he was just watching me, leaning against the table. He spent, shiny cock was still out; it must have been six inches long! I smiled as I pulled casino siteleri my shirt down and said “We’d better get decent now.”

He put his cock away and zipped up his pants. We stood there looking at each other.

“O.K., Chad. This is just between us. Don’t say a word about this to anyone. It just happened,” I told him knowing full well that him fucking me would be common knowledge within minutes and secretly hoping that it would lead to more opportunities.

“Oh, Ms. B. Don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul,” he lied.

“O.K. You have to go now. My next class will begin soon.”

He turned, walked past the lab tables to the door, and left. I turned around to look at the chalkboard. There were three marks on it where the chalk had been rubbed off. One mark where my face had been pushed against the board. I turned to the lab table, got a paper towel, and wiped the chalk off the side of my face that had been against the board.

And, just like he said when he was fucking me, there were two circles where my tits had been pushed up against the board. I smiled, knowing that the residual chalk on my tits would remind me later what happened. I picked up an eraser and erased the marks from the chalkboard. No use advertising things too blatantly.

I turned and looked over the room to make sure that things were ready for my next class, the second semester senior chemistry class. There were eight lab tables spaced so that four students could work at each table, two on each side. Each table had two sinks and two butane outlets. A fire extinguisher was mounted on the side of each table. The door in the front corner of the room was set back from the hallway by a short entry way. Lockers lined each side of the hall outside the door. The door could be locked from the inside, but I rarely locked it as it added to the excitement of the occasional sexual incident. Windows spanned the wall opposite the door with chalkboards along bahis siteleri the walls on each side of the door. My desk was at the rear of the room, facing forward and directly in front of supply cupboards and drawers under a counter along the back wall. A small, lockable supply room was off the corner of the room away from my desk. I had previously put out supplies for this class, so everything was ready; all that was needed were the students.

I walked back to my desk, feeling cum ooze out of my cunt, soaking my panties. “Nice,” I thought. “I’ll have to be careful about sitting down for the rest of the day. Before I leave for the day, I’ll take my panties off and lay them on the seat of my car, savoring the scent all the way home.”

*****

“Fuck! That was hot!” my husband said as I told him what had happened that day. “I smell the chalk dust on your tits.”

He had me naked and spread eagled on our bed and had been fucking me while I told him the story. We were both in our early thirties, married for six years with no children. During the three years before we were married, our experimentations with sex made us both realize that I had a ravenous sexual appetite that had to be constantly fed. My career as a high school teacher provided the opportunities, but was extremely dangerous. Any slip up could cost me my job. The excitement of the danger heightened our own sex as we relived my frequent encounters.

“Here, smell this,” he demanded as he shoved my cum-soaked panties into my face. We both took a deep whiff as he punished me so good with his eight inches of hard cock.

“Oh, fuck, baby! I’m going to come! Now! Now!” I hollered as the scent and the memory and the feeling overwhelmed me to another shattering explosion. I tried to spread my legs farther apart as my body jerked with spasms and he pounded me relentlessly.

“Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, my fuckin’ god…” he groaned as I felt his thick cock gush his load on top of what was left from Chad.

“Oh, shit, baby,” he said as he slowly came down, pulled out, and rolled off to the side. “That was one of the better ones. He couldn’t have known how hard you come with a finger up your ass. How was the door?”

“It was unlocked,” I answered.

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“Is that the guy Felicia was talking about over there?” I asked.

Anna followed my gaze to a booth in the corner of the nightclub. Almost instantly she turned her head back to the bar rolling her eyes with a smile on her face.

“Yes, Trina, that’s him,” she replied sounding dramatically bored.

I studied the guy from my stool at the bar toying with the straw in my drink absently. He was sitting with a few other young men, obviously his friends, talking and laughing over the noise of the club. He had short cropped black hair and a slim but stocky frame. From what I could tell he was dressed fairly well. He wore a neat white and blue striped collared shirt and blue jeans. It was nothing fancy, but he was as neat as any other guy that I had seen.

“I guess he’s kinda cute, don’tcha think?” I asked Anna.

She glanced towards the table.

“Sorta’. He’s not really much of a head turner in my opinion,” Anna said.

The guy at the booth had a broad chest though he wasn’t exactly muscular or athletic looking. He wasn’t overweight, he was just an average looking guy. I couldn’t exactly get a good look at his face, but I could tell he had big eyes, high cheek bones, and a pretty well defined jaw.

“I dunno,” I said taking a sip of my drink. “I’d probably give him some if he was smooth enough.”

Anna’s jaw dropped and an embarrassed smile formed on her face.

“Trina!” She cried over the music. “Jeez, college has made you into sucha’ slut!”

I laughed and replied, “I can’t live by Daddy’s rules forever, girl.”

“He’d freak out if he knew half the stuff you’ve done since you’ve been down here,” Anna said. “I couldn’t believe how you acted so sweet and sucked up to him at the cookout that time. Like the perfect lil’ sweetheart he thinks you are.”

“It’s called having your cake and eating it too,” I laughed.

“Oh, you’ve had plenty of cake,” Anna lectured with a playfully stern glare. “What would your dad do if he knew about that threesome you had your freshman year?”

I blushed and giggled, not knowing what to say.

“Or if he knew about that marine you screwed on Spring Break that year?” Anna went on. “Or what about the frat party last year when you were a part of that sex orgy or whatever it was. Or the time-“

“Okay!” I interrupted her with a playful shove. “I get it Anna, I’m a slut now. Whatever. What Daddy doesn’t know won’t hurt him.”

“You better hope he doesn’t find out,” Anna said. “If he does then there goes tuition for you, girl.”

“Daddy wouldn’t cut his favorite little girl off,” I said with a mischievous grin.

I found myself watching the table in the corner again. I absently adjusted the drape of my halter top mini dress where it drooped to the top of my flat stomach. I loved this dress. The drapes around my neck fell to cover the “girls” in front, but left so much skin for the eye to wander upon. My shoulders were bare except for where the dress tied behind my neck, as well as my entire back down to where the silky blue fabric wrapped around my hips. The dress basically stopped just past my hips on my upper thighs, exposing the rest of my legs. The azure blue fabric was so smooth and breezy, and made me feel sexy as hell. I hoped it was sexy enough to catch the eye of the cute guy at the booth.

“How big do you think his dick really is?” I asked, watching the group of guys in the corner.

“Your dad?!” Anna asked in shock.

I let out a hysterical laugh.

“Ew! God, no!” I said. “Was talking about the guy over there that Felicia got with at that house party a few weeks ago.”

Anna shrugged and glanced at the guy from across the dance floor.

“I dunno, but Felicia said it was like,gigantic, ” Anna told me. “Like, she was telling me the she had to tell him to stop alot and that it hurt several times.”

“Damn,” I said, biting my lip. “Never had anyone that big before.”

Anna groaned. “Trina, tell me you’re not gonna try to get with him.”

I smiled sheepishly and replied, “Sorry, I’m just curious!”

Anna shook her head and grinned back at me. “Is there anything you won’t have sex with?”

I shrugged playfully. “Haven’t found anything, yet. You know, maybe Felicia just hasn’t had a big one before.”

“She was saying that it was like, pornstar big,” Anna told me firmly. “She said that he was clueless, too. Like, he didn’t even know what he had.”

“Ooh,” I said. “What’s his name?”

“John, I think,” she replied.

I scrunched up my nose. “Well, that’s boringly normal. “

“Look whatever bitch, I’m tired as hell, so I’m leaving,” Anna said as she stood from the bar. “You can either stay or come with me, but if you wanna ride ya’ gotta decide now.”

I swept a lock of my blonde hair back over my ear and sipped my drink. I stared thoughtfully towards the corner booth.

“Go on, girl,” I said finally. “I’m sure I can find a way home.”

Anna rolled her eyes and smiled again. “Well, don’t call me in an hour because illegal bahis I’m not coming to get you when he rejects you.”

I straightened the tight little halter top over my curvy form and said sarcastically, “Nobody ever rejects this! “

“I know,” Anna called as she headed for the door. “That’s the bad part!”

Anna made her way across the dance floor toward the exit. I sat for a few minutes at the bar, bouncing slightly to the beat and sipping my drink. I loved dancing here, even if Anna got bored with it. Dancing was always fun, but it always made me feel horny as hell. There was something about meeting new hot people, whether they were guys or girls, wearing a sexy dress like mine that Anna hated and dancing up close and personal with them. It always got my juices flowing.

Now, I was planning my move on this cute guy in the corner booth. There was something about him that I couldn’t put my finger on. He seemed too normal to be hiding such a supposedly huge secret. Anna was right. He wasn’t a really hot guy, just moderately cute. It tempted me so bad. I felt an ache in my legs, or more pointedly, between them. I felt myself giving in to the urge to hunt. I noticed the door to the restrooms just past the booth where John and his friends sat. Perfect. I could go do a little touch up and get his attention at the same time.

I set my empty glass on the bar and made my way to the restroom. I didn’t pay any attention to the booth where John sat until I got closer. Then I stopped and reached for the pouch that hung from my left wrist. It was a cute subtle little zipper pouch that matched perfectly with my halter dress. It was a gift from Anna a while back, and helped me keep up with my phone and my money while I was out at places like this. I also kept a few cosmetic items hidden inside as well.

I had stopped walking right near the table, reaching into the pouch and pulling out my phone. I cocked my hip just slightly to one side, swept a lock of hair back over my ear, and pretended to read a text on my phone. Instantly, I knew my little trick had worked. I heard John’s booth grow quiet, and I could feel their eyes on my body. I loved the attention but I didn’t show any sign that I noticed. I felt like I was glowing in front of them, and that their gazes were drawn to me like horny little moths. It felt so empowering.

I put my phone back into its pouch and looked up. I let my gaze “happen” upon John and his friends as I started walking by their table. I met eyes with John for a few seconds before giving him one of my cute little smiles as I passed.

“Hey,” I greeted them kindly.

I kept moving and pushed open the door to the ladies’ room. I felt the heat of their stares on my hips and my ass. I headed straight for the long mirror on the restroom wall, which was surprisingly not crowded with other girls. I retrieved my cherry lip gloss from my wrist pouch and gave a little gleam to my lips. I found my dark eyeliner and traced my eyelids quickly, giving my crystal blue eyes an alluring edge.

I stepped back and rubbed my hands down my mini halter dress and admired myself. My blonde hair looked pretty good, though I hated that it had always been so thin. I had straightened it tonight, the tips falling just past my shoulders. My small angular face looked amazing tonight with my slightly pale mascara blending beautifully with my minimal blush. It really made my sharp blue eyes, which were probably my favorite feature about myself, look absolutely hypnotizing.

Those eyes wandered down the body of the girl in the mirror. Without these awesome blue heels I stood probably an average 5′ 8″ or 5’9″. I had smooth blemish free skin that I had always been proud of. The halter top draped low to barely show the top of my flat stomach, as well as the smooth skin of my chest between my breasts. My breasts themselves were hidden away behind the drapes of the dress, but revealed just a tantalizing portion of their sides.

When I was younger, I used to be embarrassed at the smaller size of my breasts, but towards the end of high school they had blossomed well, and I now wore about a 32 C cup. They still weren’t big and beautiful like I really wanted, but they were enough to look sexy. There wasn’t exactly a grand line of cleavage between the drapes of my halter dress, but just the fact that I was showing flesh there left plenty for one’s imagination.

I loved the way my tight dress fit around my hips. Anna called it a “clubbin’ dress”. It was the type that stopped just past the hip at the upper thigh. It was a bit stretchy, and it always slipped up my ass a little when I danced, causing me to pull it down often. It looked amazing on my lower body, because it accentuated my round ass and showed off my thick athletic legs. Playing sports had really shaped my lower half well, and my heels gave them an extra appeal.

“That dress is cute on you.”

I glanced to see another young woman smiling at me as she walked casino siteleri toward the door of the ladies’ room. I gave her a bright smile of my own and thanked her. The compliment sent my confidence soaring. If one of these snooty girls thought I was hot then this John guy would be a walk in the park. I gave a sigh and took a last look at my attractive form in the mirror, trying not to get a big head about myself, and then headed for the door to return to the hunt.

I made my way back out into the club, the blaring music still thumping and the rowdy crowd on the dance floor jumping and yelling. I glanced to see that the booth where John and his friends had sat was empty, and my heart sank a tiny bit. That is until I spotted John standing at the bar, apparently ordering a drink. I kept my cool and confidently strutted back to the bar. I found an empty stool several seats down from him, careful not to get obviously close to where John was standing. I got the bartender’s attention and tried to order a myself a drink, but she smiled and motioned behind me.

John was fast. He stood tall and handsome behind me, holding two glasses in his hands. It almost startled me to see him there and that he had approached me that fast. I had expected it to at least take a sexy look from me across the bar or a hair twirl to get his attention. Yet here he was, wearing a nice polite smile on his face.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” John said in a low caramel smooth voice. “I just wanted to buy you a drink. Hopefully you like Long Islands’?”

I flashed an impressed grin back to him.

“Yeah, I love ’em,” I replied. “That’s so sweet of you, I was just about to order.”

He offered me one of the glasses. I took it and shifted over to make room for him at the bar. As he squeezed in next to me, the first thing I noticed was that he was tall, probably about 6’3″ or so. His close cropped black hair was neat but simple, and I could see a bit of stubble shadowing his jaw. He smelled of beer, but was otherwise well groomed.

As he leaned on the bar close beside me, I was afforded a look at his broad chest and the hunks of shoulder atop them. Like I assessed before, he wasn’t really muscled, but was about as stocky as any other guy. He had a sense of strength about him. It made something in my lower belly flutter, and though I hid my emotions, I began to picture myself within his arms or beneath his wide chest.

“I’m John, by the way,” he told me.

I met his green eyes and introduced myself.

“I’m Katrina.”

John nodded and smiled politely. Good, I thought. That was normally the part where most guys tried some cheesey line about how pretty my name is, or bring up hurricanes.

“Where’d your friends go?” I asked him, making conversation.

He shrugged. “They’re around somewhere. They’ll survive without me. Where did yours go?”

I gave him a sly look, squinting my eyes and peering into his with a smirk.

“How long have you been watching me?” I asked.

I expected him to blush or stutter, but he rebounded, saying, “Longer than you think. It’s kinda hard not to spot you in here.”

I nodded, impressed. It was a simple line but a tasteful one. He wore a half smile, and was beaming with confidence. It made me wonder if that confidence stemmed from what he was rumored to have in his pants. The ache between my legs returned, but I retained my composure and answered his question.

“That was my roommate Anna. She went back to our apartment.”

“And she left you here by yourself? Why didn’t you go with her?” He asked.

I balked at his question for a second, taking several sips from my Long Island Iced Tea to stall while I thought of a decent answer. I glanced over at John and said, “She gets tired easily, and I like dancing too much.”

John nodded, taking a long sip of his drink. “You go to school here?”

“For about three years now,” I replied.

John smiled warmly at me. “Me too. I’m from here locally. My brother and I live together in an apartment several blocks from here. He’d be here tonight but he’s out of town.”

I took note of John’s subtle implication that he had the apartment to himself. He was smooth but I was the better hunter.

“It’s a shame I never see you in here,” I flirted. “I’m usually here every week.”

I turned in my seat as I spoke, my closed legs now facing him. I crossed them, watching as his eyes flicked down to my thick thighs for but a second. John acted shy and gave me another of his cute smiles.

“It’s probably because I’m not as good a dancer as you,” John answered. “Maybe I could learn a thing or two from you.”

“Maybe so,” I said raising an eyebrow.

John motioned to the dance floor and the herd of people.

“Could you show me?” He said.

I gave him half a wink and a smile. “Sure, lead the way.”

I followed John into the crowd of people. My body went into motion before we even reached a suitable spot. My hips poker siteleri twisted to the heavy thumping beat of the song as my free hand wandered across my body and through my hair as I moved. I was careful not to get too excited wearing my heels. I didn’t want to fall on my face in front of this guy. John was dancing as well but was far more reserved in his movements. His broad shoulders swayed gently with the music. His small eyes were glued to me, soaking in my body as I flowed and twisted before him.

I decided to turn up the heat a bit. I drew in close to John still moving and bouncing. I turned my around and pressed into him, my ass swaying against the front of his jeans. I bent slightly and displayed my bare back as I moved. I then flipped my hair back and leaned into him, with my head against his firm shoulder and chest and my hips still grinding against him provocatively. I gazed up into his eyes seductively as I bit my lip and ran my hand through my soft blonde hair.

I could tell that what I was doing to him was working. The look on his face was one of enjoyment, but he continued to appear more skittish and feverish with every passing moment. His hands would brush over my waist but withdraw quickly. I myself was lost in the moment laid against John’s broad chest. I felt so alive but so dreamy, and John’s nervousness made me feel so attractive.

I spun and brought myself close to him, throwing my arms around that thick neck of his. I intwined my legs with his, straddling his left thigh with my own, and began to grind on it to the beat of the music. I balanced myself, holding that hunk of neck and letting my hips and my legs work with my crotch rolling back and forth along the length of his thigh. My eyes were locked on him, watching his mixed expressions of pleasure and lust. He tried to hold my crystal blue gaze, but he couldn’t resist but study my intimately explicit dance on him.

I also caught him peeking at the drapes of the halter at my chest. I knew he could see the nude strip between them, but I also knew that he was likely getting a good view at my breasts beneath them from time to time, for the drapes hung loose and probably swayed open with my movements.

Just then, I felt what I had heard so much about through John’s jeans. I continued to rub my crotch against him, and could feel his erection growing in his pants against his leg. To credit what I had heard, it did feel rather big from what I could tell through my thin panties. A surge of pride and lust swept through my gyrating body, for nothing made me feel more attractive than feeling a man get hard and knowing that I caused it.

The ache between my thighs was beginning to spread. I felt it in my legs as I pictured them wrapped around his body. It was in my hips as they yearned to knead his crotch into dough. It was in my arching back and my pert breasts, which now were sensitive because of their hardening nipples. I could feel the front of my panties moistening as well as the cool air from my short dress rushing against them.

We danced for a quite a while and soon John began to loosen up and get a little braver. At one point, I was against him with his long arms draped gingerly around me. He went as far as to lick and nibble at my neck as we danced. I allowed his strong hands to wander over my plump ass several times. I did my share of feeling as well. I squeezed his shoulders, his tight ass, and his slender lower back. John, though not a really muscled or cut up guy, was brimming with strength and power. I wanted him to crush me against that big chest. I wanted to feel his strong hands grab my soft flesh and split me in two.

He was practically fucking me with his eyes everytime I looked at him. I brought my lips close to his ear and said what he longed to hear, while stealing a page from his book.

“You said your apartment was close. You could show me….”

Ten minutes later after settling up at the bar, John and I were piling into a cab together. John told the driver his address through the glass separating the front and back seats and we were in motion. I could tell that John felt a little awkward at the brief change of pace from me dry humping him in the club to riding in a quiet cab. His leg shook up and down as he sat quietly with his hands rubbing together in his lap. He smiled nervously at me, his eyes quickly shooting away. I let him suffer for a few minutes, sitting with my thick legs crossed and staring him up and down seductively. I had him right where I wanted him.

I then slid close, ran my tongue up his bulging neck to his ear, and climbed into his lap. The compact space of the backseat brought our bodies extremely close. I felt him fidget as I straddled his lap with my chest and neck right in his face. As my legs spread over his thighs, the stretchy fabric of my skirt did its best to cling to my ass before it gave away and slipped up to my back. My ass was now exposed. I ran my hands through John’s short hair and down his cheeks. I squeezed the hunks of his shoulders, and a slow warm breath escaped my lips as I let myself revel in the feel of him.

I then brought my lips close to John’s ear. By now, here in the cab on the way to his apartment, the secret was out, so I told it to him plainly.

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The Escort Ch. 17-18

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Part 17

While still naked, Antonio sat on Toni’s bed while she removed several outfits from her closet and dresser drawers. He sat there watching every movement of her lean muscular body as she moved around the room selecting clothing and lingerie. He loved the way her breasts swayed as she turned, and the muscles in her ass flexed sexily as she knelt to pick a pair of shoes from the bottom of her closet. When he saw the peek of her wet pussy as she bent over, he had all he could do to hold back from walking over and ramming his cock deep into her slick wetness.

She turned from the closet and with a few items draped over her arm, she picked up the other clothes from the bed. “I’ll go in the bathroom and try on the first outfit, then come back and you can see it. Don’t you dare move from that bed, Antonio.” He grinned and promised not to move by settling himself back against the headboard of the bed and his hand over his cock. She winked at him then swayed her ass on her way through the bathroom door, teasing him.

She quickly pulled on the first outfit, a transparent white lacy one-piece teddy with holes in the bodice for her nipples to poke through and open crotch, and matching white lace stockings. She slid her feet into a pair of white 4–inch heels then gave her hair a quick fluff with her brush before going out to the bedroom. Antonio’s eyes almost popped out of his head when she stepped through the door and he saw the transparency of the teddy. The rosy blush of her nipples showed plainly through the thin fabric and he could see the moist slit of her pussy through the open crotch of the teddy as well.

He gulped and said, “Mistress, you look like an angel straight from Heaven! You look beautiful!” She blushed and thanked him before turning back to go in the bathroom for the next outfit, a black leather bustier with rhinestone studs, garter-belt, black leather thong panties, black fishnet thigh-high stockings and knee-high black leather boots with 5-inch heels. She put her hair up in a pony-tail with a black silk scrunchie, then went out to the bedroom.

Antonio immediately got on the floor on his knees, bowing low to the floor in a submissive gesture, which made Toni blush more, knowing that when türkçe bahis Antonio saw a woman wearing this particular outfit, he was trained to submit to her every whim. She told him to get up which he did, and he said, “Mistress, I worship you and your beauty! That outfit is perfect!” Toni smiled and thanked him before going back into the bathroom to change into the third and final outfit, a red lace camisole with a matching garter belt, thong panties, red silk stockings and red high heel shoes.

Antonio was speechless when she emerged from the bathroom and graciously thought she looked stunning. He said, “I think the black outfit would be best, Mistress. It will knock his socks off for sure! The red is very erotic and the white is virginal except for the open crotch, but the black is by far the most captivating for whetting his sexual appetite. I know he will be mesmerized by not only the clothing, but by your exquisite beauty as well. I know I sure am!” Then he walked over to her and took her in his arms, and dropped his head to place his lips tenderly on hers in a gentle kiss, which soon turned fierce as his ardor increased.

Toni felt his cock harden quickly against her belly and she felt moistness gathering in her pussy. She broke the kiss and pulled Antonio to her bed and made him sit while she slowly undressed, swaying her body to some sensual music which only she could hear as she peeled off the red lace camisole, the garter belt & stockings, and finally the thong panties, until she stood completely nude in front of him. He could see the moistness of her juices on her upper inner thighs, close to her swollen pussy lips and he felt his cock jerk in his hand.

Just as she was about to straddle his lap and impale herself on his hard shaft, her phone rang. Antonio tried to persuade her to let the machine get it, but she had to answer it in case it was the agency. She quickly grabbed the phone from her dresser and answered it to find out that it was indeed the agency, calling to inform her that Daniel had cancelled their engagement for the following evening. She didn’t worry about it though since she would still get paid the mandatory $200 base fee plus a $50 cancellation fee paid by the client. iddaa siteleri She hung up the phone and went back to the bed to spend the rest of the night with Antonio and his glorious cock!

Part 18

Toni waited a few hours for another call from her company. When that call came, she learned that her next client was someone who enjoyed domination. The conversation didn’t last long, so she had time to get ready for the appointment. Antonio’s reaction to the black leather outfit helped her a lot with her choice of clothing.

Jumping into the shower, Toni shaved and washed completely. She put on the black leather bustier with the rhinestone studs, black leather garter-belt, black leather thong panties with the Velcro on the sides for quick removal, and her black thigh-high fishnet stockings. She slid her feet into her knee-high black leather boots with the 5-inch heels then did her makeup. She put her hair up in a pony-tail with a black silk scrunchie, then went out to the bedroom. Her make-up was darker and more dramatic to accentuate the vampish dominatrix look.

The client met her at the hotel bar. She saw the gentleman wearing a suit at the bar drinking from a martini glass. Toni felt slightly uncomfortable walking in wearing only a black leather trench coat over her outfit and being surrounded by all these powerful lawyers, accountants, and other professionals. The stool next to the man became empty and she sat down. She looked him over slowly and smiled at him before introducing herself to him. He introduced himself as Darren, and he was quite surprised to see how she looked. He expected an escort more interested in exchanging money than getting to know the client as a person.

They chatted for about 20 minutes or so, about politics, their work and families. Toni used numerous scripts refined over time and numerous clients to portray her as someone far more than an escort. Talking for such a long time enabled the three drinks she’d had to work through her system and rev her acceptance of the dominatrix role she was to perform soon.

“Well, shall we continue this conversation elsewhere?” Darren asked without hesitation. She nodded and took him by the hand, leading him out deneme bonusu veren siteler of the bar to the elevator bay. No one was around to see her start to sensually rub his lower back and ass through his suit pants.

The petting stopped as others arrived at the elevator bay. She held his hand once the other hotel patrons arrived. They walked into the elevator together, but said nothing. When they arrived at the fourth floor and his hotel room door, he unlocked it and opened it, letting her go in first. Walking into the room, she noticed some strawberries and champagne ready for them. Toni shut the door and kissed Darren deeply. She normally would have had the client initiate, but wearing the lingerie had transformed her a bit into a slight sexaholic.

She moved her hands up and down Darren’s back to the front of his pants. She felt his hardness start to rub against her leather trench coat. She moved his hands toward her ass to unzip her skirt. It slid down and she stepped out of it to reveal the bottom of her lingerie.

Darren’s cock grew harder in his pants. He so needed relief that he went to unzip them. Toni lightly smacked his hands away and led him to the bed. Once there, she pushed him onto his back. Toni got on top of his face and with a commanding voice demanded, “Lick it slave!” Nothing happened. “Lick it slave or you will be punished!” Toni declared. She felt her panties moving aside. Darren’s tongue started flicking at her clit. “That’s it slave, make mama drench your face!” she requested with a commanding tone.

Darren started working her pussy over with his tongue. Toni moved her hips around his face with increasing speed. Darren had a difficult time keeping up with her movements. She started bouncing up and down on his face and he bit her clit lightly a few times. “Do it again slave!” she demanded. She was going to reach orgasmic bliss very soon. He did as she commanded and she screamed out loud. Her body writhed with orgasms all over his face, leaving his face wet with her fluids. She slid off his face bit not before saying, “I hope you enjoyed that as much as I did. You can keep the panties as a memento of the evening.”

She tore off the panties and tossed them over his lap where there was an obvious wet stain, then she left after sliding her skirt back on. Walking down the hallway, Toni’s sexual temperature remained well above HOT. Had it not been for the short ride home, she would have played with herself in the back seat of the taxi.

To Be Continued…

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The Baptist Ch. 09

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“Come on Sally it’s time to go. We are going to be late as it is,” Jack said to his wife Sally as they prepared to leave to the family night supper at the Temple Street Baptist Church.

“I’m hurrying Jack,” Sally replied.

“Let me look at you before we leave,” Jack said. He took a good look at his lovely wife. She was wearing a white blouse with a dark bra that was visible without being lewd. She had on a skirt that went just below her knees giving it a respectable look but with a little sexiness flare.

“Pull up your dress and show me your wares,” Jack instructed.

Sally pulled up her dress to reveal she was not wearing panties. Sally seldom ever wore panties these days since she and Jack’s sex life reawakened.

Jack noticed his wife’s clean shaving pussy and licked his lips.

“What a sweet pussy you have my dear but we have to go,” Jack said.

“Tonight I want you to get alone with Carol like we talked. Tell her you need her advice and then show her I don’t let you wear panties,” Jack explained. Even since Jack had caught Carol, the preacher’s wife staring at his wife’s pantiless crotch during a Church service he wanted to try a little plan on Carol.

“Then just see what happens.”

“I guess everyone will be at the supper tonight,” Sally commented. She was thinking of Josh and all the things he had made her do but then she shuttered to think she agreed to do all of them. Of course, she had Josh to thanks for her reawakened sex life. She had very conflicted feelings about Josh and worried that she would once again fall into his control, in fact, at times she wanted it very badly.

They arrived at the Church to find about 20 other couples already there. They were just sitting down to dinner.

“Hi Jack and Sally,” Rev. Wallace said as they walked in the hall.

“Hi, Rev.” they replied and Sally put down her casserole on the table with the food. They quickly found them a seat. Sitting across from them was a very nice couple, Mike and Beth. Sally was sitting next to Carol Wallace just as Jack had wanted.

Sally noticed Josh sitting at the far end of the table. He looked up a few times at her but one would never guess there was anything at all between them. Once he caught her eye and a shutter went through Sally’s body. She suddenly remember a scene in which she was being fucked by Josh in an orgy after a number of men had shot their cum all over her. Her pussy immediately became moist and she quickly looked away.

They spent a relaxing dinner and chatted about all kinds of things. After they had finished eating Jack noticed Carol excusing herself and heading for the bathroom.

“Beth, I think now is the time,” Jack whispered to his wife. She looked up to see Carol going into the ladies room.

“I think you are right,” Sally replied. At first Sally did not think much of her husband’s idea. She was not particularly interested in what another bahis siteleri woman thought of her body. But as she considered it a certain excitement began to grow in her and she was curious as to how someone like Carol would react. It had been obvious to Jack at the church service that Carol’s was interested in looking under Sally’s dress. Also, Sally remembered several experiences with Josh that included other women.

Sally excused herself and headed down the long hall to the ladies’ room.

Sally’s departure did not go unnoticed by Josh. He had watched Carol leave and then noticed Jack indicating something to Sally while watching Carol leave. Josh was curious as he watched Sally walked down the hall.

Josh gave Sally plenty of time and he excused himself. The men’s room was located near the ladies’ room. Josh was placed soon after Sally and Carol began to discuss Sally’s problem.

Sally opened the door the ladies room and found Carol standing by the sink.

“Oh, hi Carol, I did not know anyone else was in here,” Sally said.

“Come right in I am almost finished,” Carol replied.

“Carol, there is something I have wanted to talk to you about but I don’t really know how to say it,” Sally said.

“Sally, you can talk to me about most anything and I will do what I can to help,” Carol answered.

“It is about Jack and my relationship. There are some things he likes me to do and I just don’t know about it,” Sally explained using the plan that she and Jack had formulated.

“Like what?”

“Well, Jack likes for me to dress in certain ways.”

“It is okay to please your husband’s taste in clothes.”

“That is not exactly what I mean. Let me show you,” Sally explained and turned to stand before Carol. As Carol looked at her Sally quickly pulled up her dress giving Carol a perfect view of her hairless, pantiless pussy.

“Oh my!” Carol said and stared at Sally’s pussy. Carol could not believe the effect it was having on her. Her face flushed with color but it was what was happening between her legs that were most confusing. Carol suddenly was very wet and felt her clit begin to throb with an intense desire to be caressed.

“You see Carol he likes for me to not wear panties. He says he does not want me to cover my pussy,” Sally said to Carol noticing the affect she was having on the preacher’s wife.

“I see what you mean,” Carol finally managed to say. She had to will her hand not to move between her legs to scratch the intense itch that was demanding attention.

“I know you must think I am very bad,” Sally said purposely leaving her dress pulled up. It seemed Carol was unable to take her eyes off Sally’s cunt.

“No, not at all. Some husbands have strange ideas,” Carol replied continuing to gaze at Sally’s pussy.

“Do you think my pussy is pretty, Carol?” Sally asked.

“Why, I guess so,” Carol replied and for the first canlı bahis siteleri time their eyes met. Carol quickly looked away in shame since she had been staring straight at her friend’s pussy for quite sometime.

“Call me weird, but I liked the way you were looking at me.”

“It was just a shocked to see you without any panties,” Carol said and again looked down at Sally’s pussy.

“I think you like looking at my pussy Carol,” Sally said in a coy voice.

“No, What are you saying Sally?” Carol asked as a desperate feeling began to grow inside her. The intensity of the effect Sally’s pussy was having on her own pussy was clouding Carol judgment and she was unable to take her eyes off of her friend’s pussy. If only Sally will let her dress fall back in place it would break the spell.

“I am saying that you like seeing my pussy because he keep staring at it with that strange look,” Sally responded pulling her dress up even higher and shifting her legs wider apart giving Carol the best possible view.

“I don’t know,” Carol whimpered.

“Get down on your knees so you can have a better look at my pussy,” Sally said surprised at how much she was enjoying having this power over another woman. She could feel her pussy tingle with excitement as her friend stared at it with such intensity.

Josh pressed his ear tight against the wall. He could not believe what he was hearing from the other side in the ladies’ room.

Carol also could not believe what was happening but she had to have a better look at Sally’s pink pussy. She slowly sank to her knees directly in front of her friend with her face on the same level as Sally’s pussy. She could see the little hairs that were beginning to arise indicating a shaving would soon be needed to keep the smooth appearance. She could see the details of the folds of Sally’s pussy lips and she could even see the engorged bud of Sally’s clit poking out slightly under one of the folds of tender pink skin. She could also see the moisture beginning to flow from deep within Sally’s pussy hole. She could even smell the aroma of her friend’s sex. Carol was lost in this strange world of forbidden sexual desire.

Carol simply could not help herself. She leaned forward and began to massage Sally’s cunt with her tongue.

Sally was caught off guard. She did not expect this to happen but when Carol’s tongue touched her clit electrical impulses exploded in Sally’s brain and she was totally lost to the feeling of being eaten by the minister’s wife. It was not the heaven preached about on Sunday but it was heaven on earth.

Carol loved the taste of Sally. She could not get enough. As she lost control her own hand worked it way down her body and soon her fingers found their way through her panties and were poking into her very wet pussy hole. Carol moaned as her mouth ate her friend’s pussy and the vibrations of her güvenilir bahis moan sent waves of passion through Sally’s body.

Sally lost all control as she experienced a supreme orgasm and slid down the wall to the floor.

Carol also had the greatest orgasm of her life as she sucked Sally’s ample pussy juice and devoured them. As Sally slid down Carol moved quickly and placed her head so that Sally simply sat on Carol’s mouth. Sally fell forward and as she looked she was face to face with Carol’s wet cunt. She also could not help herself and planted her mouth directly on Carol pussy sucking in her erect clit.

Carol had just had the greatest orgasm of her life but as Sally’s mouth found her pussy Carol experience the greatest orgasm of her life.

“Oh God!” Carol cried into Sally’s pussy as Sally continued to grind it on Carol’s face.

“Oh God!” Sally cried into Carol’s pussy as Carol hunch upward into Sally’s willing mouth.

It was quite a scene in the bathroom of the Temple Baptist Church. What neither Sally nor Carol knew was that Beth had needed to go to the bathroom. Luckily the bathroom was located in the rear of the building and was somewhat isolated from the main hall. This prevented anyone in the hall from hearing any of the sound emulating from bathroom. However, as Beth approach she heard the sounds. She slowly approached the door thinking someone might be in trouble. She could not believe what she saw as she cracked the door.

There was Carol, the preacher’s wife lying in a 69 position with Sally. Two of the most respected women of the Church were eating each other’s pussy in the church’s ladies room during family night dinner. Beth could not believe what she was seeing.

Beth could also not believe the sensation she had as she peeked at the two women. Her hand moved down and before she knew what she was doing she was rubbing her own pussy. Beth could not believe how excited she had become. She slipped her hand under her dress and managed to slip a finger inside her panties into her wet pussy.

“Oh no!” Beth whispered to herself. “This is not right.” She quickly moved away from the door, quickly going down the hall, and returned to her seat.

Beth also was not aware that Josh had heard her approached and had peeked out the bathroom door just in time to see Beth peeking in the ladies’ room. He saw the expression of surprise on her face turn into one of excitement as her breath quickened. Josh did not miss seeing Beth’s hand slipping down between her legs. He noticed an expression of pleasure form on her face but then change to shock as Beth realized what she was doing.

“Are you okay?” Mike asked as Beth returned noticed a flush look on her face.

“Oh, I am fine,” she answered.

In about twenty minutes Carol walked into the room. She looked mostly composed and Beth wondered how she could manage it after what she had been doing. Shortly thereafter, Sally walked back into the room and quickly sat down with Jack. Beth noticed Sally had a smile on her face. She also noticed that Sally bent over and whispered something to Jack and he also developed a smile.

A few minutes no one noticed that Josh walked back into the room.

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The Best I’ve Ever Had

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One night I am laying in bed, almost asleep, when I get a text. It was from my crush, Jack. It wasn’t that late so I figured he was just asking me a question or something. But no. He said, “You awake? I’m right around the corner from your apartment and I thought I would stop by.” Holy Shit it’s happening!! He wants to fuck!!

We had made out a few times and I had maybe played around with his dick but we had never made it this far. Of course I said yes, but I said, “That’s fine but I’m feeling a little hot and bothered if you know what I mean.” He responded with, “??,” and I knew exactly what to do. I went into my closet and grabbed the sexiest lingerie I own and put it on. I had the condoms and plenty of lube at the ready and I even made sure I knew where my toys are because I’m super into that. That’s when I hear a knock on the door.

When I answer the door and he sees me in my outfit I think his jaw may have dropped because he wasn’t ready. But the first thing I notice is that little bulge in his pants, it’s gonna be a good night. As soon as he comes in he starts kissing me, barely even canlı bahis saying hello. We make out of the couch forever, me sitting in his lap feeling that bulge grow harder and harder. That’s when I start to undo his belt and slide off his pants. His underwear is still completely on which I think is really hot because I like to tease my men. He starts pulling at my bra and I begin to take it off.

I’m pretty curvy and my 38G tits come flopping out of the bra and he grabs them with both hands. I rub my chest against his underwear and I can feel his hard cock. I’m so wet I’ve totally soaked through my panties but I keep them on a little longer. I slowly put my hand down his underwear and feel that hard dick throbbing. All 8 inches of him burst out of his underwear and I start to jerk him off. That makes him feel so good and he loves it when I make him so hard.

Then I lick the tip of his hard red dick and start to suck it so softly. He is so thick that it is hard for me to fit the entire thing in my mouth, but I make it work. I suck him off forever until he is almost kaçak iddaa ready to cum. That’s when he tells me to lie on my back. He slowly pulls my panties off my thick curvy hips and reveals my dripping wet pussy. The wetness that got on my panties gets all over my legs and all over the stockings I was wearing, so he takes those off for me too. That’s when he puts his face up against my slit and starts to suck on my clit.

Uhhhhhh it felt so good I thought I would cum all over him right then. My entire pussy throbbed as he ate me out for what felt like hours. I was getting so wet. That’s when I thought about my toys. I had a wand vibrator that I thought would be super hot to do edge play with. I grabbed it and turned it on. He rubbed it against my clit so hard and even slide it inside of me. I squirted everywhere, ejaculating all over the couch and all over his chest. That’s when we decided to move to the bedroom, he was going to fuck me, hard. I grabbed a ribbed condom and slide it on his hard dick for him and then poured lube all over his cock. Then I lied on my back and kaçak bahis he slowly guided his penis inside of me.

He’s so thick and so hard that at first it wouldn’t go in but with lube and some thrusting he was hitting my gspot hard. I was moaning and screaming for more because it felt so good. He continued to fuck me until I came again and he came too. He pulled out and came all over my tits which had been bouncing all night long. For a few minutes we just laid there and took a breather, until he said, “do you have any toys for me?”

I knew exactly what he was talking about and I did. Jack was super into butt stuff and I had the perfect toy for him. I went into my closet and climbed up to the top shelf were I keep my strap on. I was really excited to fuck him this time, especially from behind. I put it on and Jack flipped over on the bed. But first I ate out his ass and jerked him off from behind. His cock was so hard I had never see one like that. That’s when I poured some lube on his asshole and the dildo and began to fuck him, hard. He moaning and screamed for more and I fucked him even harder. That’s when he came all over the bed. Then, we did the same thing but he fucked me in the ass. We continued to jerk each other off and fondle each other until we fell asleep. Jack and I never dated but he will forever be the best I’ve ever had.

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The Dutchman

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Lori arrived at the hotel early. She was thankful to have the extra half hour to prepare and she was happy to not rush. She liked having the time and she never knew what service would be like when she was checking in.

The staff knew her at the hotel. No one questioned why she was checking in when she only lived a 20 minute drive away. She’s been a regular guest since last summer, checking in once or twice a month fairly regularly since then. She’s met a variety of men at the little hotel. There were a few one time only encounters and a couple of her regular lovers liked to meet her there. That day she was meeting the dutchman.

Lori originally met the dutchman through an online hook-up site. One that she never thought she would ever post on. He replied to her ad, they chatted and decided to meet. Lori’s never been with a lover like him before. He’s introduced her to orgasm inducing nipple pinches, the joys of hair pulling and restraints. She has to ask him for dates. He says he likes it when she asks. And Lori does. She checks in every week, hoping he will have time for her. It has been 6-weeks since she last saw him. She was giddy with excitement about seeing him that day.

Check in was smooth and efficient. Her room was as expected. The independent hotel had a greek feel to it. The room was outfitted with ornate metal decorations on the wall and a bathroom painted an azure blue with a glass bowl sitting on top of the counter instead of an inset porcelain basin.

The weather was nice. Spring is such a pleasant time of the year in the Bay Area. Lots of blue sky, a light breeze, and moderate temperature that felt just right in her simple dress. First item on the agenda was to turn the air conditioning on in the room. It always felt good to have the cool air blow across their sweaty bodies. And she knew their bodies would get sweaty, they always did. She had a few minutes so she decided to do her 7-minute qigong routine before she stripped down.

She let the dutchman know what room she was in by sending a text just saying, “I’m in room 224”. Then she left the door to the room open so he would just need to push it to enter. After getting naked and doing a little freshening up, she pulled the sheets back and got comfy lying on her belly in the big bed. She generally hid under the sheets when she was waiting for him but this time she was feeling a little randy. She cued pandora on her phone to “Tantra Cafe Vol. 0 – Venice” – an obscure collection of spoken word, opera, French, and hot lounge tunes from the early 2000’s.

And waited. He was about 20 minutes away. She kept her legs spread open. She was giddy with the want of him and she could feel her wetness growing. And finally, she heard the door being pushed open and his tentative hello. She watched him take his clothes off and waited for him to join her in bed. Sometimes he would walk over and would want her to suck on his cock while he was still standing or once he wanted them to be on their knees on the bed. This time he walked bedava bahis to the other side of the king-sized bed and laid down with at least a body or two between them. He was on his back.

Lori scrambled over to be at his side. She nestled into him the best she could, taking in his smells and the feel of him. He was tall and trim and had wonderful body hair on his chest and belly, between his legs and under his arms. He smelled like soap and deodorant. He smelled like the dutchman. She ran her fingers over his tummy and chest, circled around his hard cock, let her fingers settle in between his thighs or linger on his taint and balls before she started her circuit again. Her head was exploring his underarm and his neck, her tongue making its way to his ear. She was enthralled.

And while Lori was reacquainting herself to his body, his right hand was covering her left breast, giving it a brief massage, teasing her nipple. When she reached up to meet his lips he gathered her hair and held her at bay, she strained against his pull, wanting to kiss. She could feel his breath gently flowing across her face. She was so close. So close to his lips and so close to tasting him. And then he allowed the contact and it was like heaven. The taste of his mouth, his lips, the sensation of his tongue in her mouth sent shivers through her body.

And then he intensified the nipple pinching. The orgasm inducing nipple pinches. And when this happened she started rubbing her legs together and she could feel the string between her nipples and her pussy being pulled and she started in on making her little “oh” sounds and soft murmurs. He knew exactly how to pinch her, for how long and how hard. He knew when to ease up and to how to caress her gently. When she let out a longer, more powerful, oh-moan, he asked her, “What?”

And she said, “Oh, that feels so good. I love your pinches.”

“You say that to all your men,” he said disdainfully.

“No, only you. Only your pinches. No one else pinches. Not the way you do.” Lori is nearly out of her mind, in her special place, enjoying the sensations of her body barely able to carry on a conversation.

“Don’t you tell them you want pinches?” he asks.

And Lori had to pause, she was pulled back to think over this question. He knew she got pushed out of her groove and thankfully let the subject drop and got back to pinching. The dutchman pinched for a long time. And Lori’s finger made their circuit run along his body until finally he was ready to fuck her.

She rolled over onto her back, lifted her knees and spread her legs open. He knelt in front of her and positioned his thick hard uncut cock so the head of it was kissing her clit and he rubbed the head up and down her vulva and in doing so he spread her juiciness and heightened her pleasure. She was going out of her mind in anticipation of his first entry into her pussy. He positioned the head right at the opening. He gently probed her giving her a little nudge and then again casino siteleri and again, another nudge and finally he plunged inside and he filled her up completely. And Lori’s gasp was an expression of her fulfillment of feeling him inside her. She heard him murmur something about her tight pussy and then felt the pleasure as his cock stimulated her pussy with its rhythmic pounding and entry. Lori’s song hit their high notes, the dutchman gave his gasps and soon the thrusting ended and he rolled over to lay next to her. They laid there, panting, side by side, for several minutes as the tingles of their love making subsided.

But soon, Lori was back at his side, smelling and caressing and nuzzling into him. He asked her if she was still looking for a Dom, Master or Daddy and she wasn’t sure what to say. Was she looking? She was always looking and assessing. Thinking and deciding. She was looking, yes, but what was she looking for and why was she looking? She had him. She had another lover, maybe even a third. Did she need more? What did she want?

Finally, she said, “I’m not looking for a Master or a Dom specifically. But I am looking. I’m still on my quest for the one. I would like to find him. I would like to have sex once or twice a week, or at the least once every two weeks. I don’t have that now.” She felt lame for saying it but it was the truth-ish.

They talked about when they last saw each other. They agreed it was somewhere between 5-6 weeks ago. He concurred it was too long in between. She reminded him that he was her favorite. That she wanted to see him more often. She complained that he didn’t have enough time for her. She said she didn’t want to find a lover through the online community she was involved with. She would rather use a dating site to find someone. She thought she would wait until late summer or early fall. She wanted to wait until after the first post-pandemic fuck frenzy subsided and things had settled.

Then they started talking about the pandemic and the state opening up. He was looking forward to restaurants being opened up again. She wanted to return to the pool for swimming. He didn’t think there was going to be a crazy fuck fest. She wasn’t so sure. Then they talked about the variants and the vaccine. She completed her vaccine doses and her immunity date was fast approaching. His first shot was scheduled for later that week.

They continued with their foreplay. Him pinching and her caressing. He said, “What do you think? Is it time for me to fuck you again?”

“Yes, please,” she muttered, “do you want me on my knees?”

“Do you like being on your knees?” He inquired.

“Yes, I do.” She answered as she began to pull herself up, she looked over and saw his thick, hard, proud, beautiful cock and she couldn’t resist tasting it. So she opened her mouth, licked the head of it, took it in her mouth. He didn’t want this.

He started slapping her face with his cock and asking, “Isn’t it hard enough?”

“Yes,” she bahis siteleri answered, not quite understanding.

But when he said, “Then get on your knees.” Lori knew what was expected of her and quickly complied. She loved being ass up, head down, especially when she was super wet. She loved the pounding the position provided. She loved the feel of his hands on her hips or on her back. Sometimes when they were in this position, the dutchman would enter her and stay still while she pushed herself into him and wriggled her hips to feel his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy.

This time, he let her play a little but soon he was driving himself into her. Slamming into her from behind. Lori started singing her song. She could feel his cock rubbing up against her g-spot and the waves of pleasure emanating from her. She loved when she could feel him inside her. She loved his pounding.

After they came, he laid down where he had been and Lori waited a bit before she rolled over to nestle into him. She needed to feel her pleasure for a few minutes, just concentrating on it. When she was ready, she was back by his side, inhaling his smells, caressing and being caressed. Life was so simple in these post-coital cuddling moments.

But the conversation started again, back to dating. Lori started with, “I worry about myself when I’m 70. I don’t want to be a senior citizen alone. I want to be with someone. Someone to talk with. Someone to keep you company at your doctor visits. Someone to worry over you when you are in the hospital.”

“I don’t think that far ahead. I like living day by day.” He said.

“Yeah, I get that.” She said but she didn’t. She doesn’t know why she is thinking about it now but it comes up a lot for her lately. Probably with her oldest leaving home soon and only having two more years with the younger child at home. She is thinking about her nest and how she wants to fill it. She knows she wants to be with someone. Someone that has his life together and is supportive with her life. Someone she can show her drawings, writing, knitting or other projects to. Someone who recognizes and appreciates her talents. Someone to share her joys and sorrows. Someone who can hold and cuddle her and help her feel loved and safe and home.

“You know, there are older women, women in their 60’s, participating in the online community, looking for a Dom or Master. I don’t want to be that. I don’t want to wait that long.” They were quiet then, both lost in their own thoughts or maybe concentrating on the pleasures at hand. More caressing, more pinching, more hair pulling. And then he decides it is once again, time to fuck her. He’s always good for three fucks. She loves that about him. And his hard cock. She loves that about him too. She knows he is older than she is but she doesn’t remember how old. He has kept himself in great shape by biking the Santa Cruz Mountains for fun.

Before he enters her again, he positions her hips so he is sure to hit her g-spot with his cock, while she thinks about him and wonders at how Dom-like he is. She loves the way he makes her feel. Feelings she does not get from other lovers. She craves it and can’t describe it. But that is the end of her thinking about it because he was inside her again and it felt amazing.

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The Fast , The Furious Ch. 04

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Author’s Note – This is the fourth installment of the story my fiancé and I wrote together. I suggest you check out the first three (if you haven’t yet) so it makes sense. Please, take the time to vote at the end, and I always appreciate feedback! Enjoy!

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Jason’s body, even though awash in it’s third afterglow, tensed like a coiled spring. Before Hannah could ask, he dove off of her toward his neatly stacked clothes. Hannah could only stare as Jason’s hands quickly found the 9mm pistol she hadn’t even known he had.

And I let this man into my apartment? She quickly re-evaluated what she thought she knew about him. By this time, Jason had moved next to the door, pressing his naked body flat against the wall. She would have laughed at the sight, his now-flaccid cock still glistening with their mixed juices, if it weren’t for the ice-hard expression in his face…in those eyes.

“Jason?” Hannah raised an exquisite eyebrow. “I know you’re hungry, but I was planning on paying the takeout guy.” She couldn’t help the sarcasm, but deep inside a little voice wondered what could set him off so fast. Jason glanced at her, and the hard set of his jaw melted just a little.

“Sorry. Habit, I suppose.” The doorbell rang again, causing Hannah to unwrap her wrists, get up and move gracefully to the door. Jason lowered the gun to his side and walked back over to the couch. “Hey sexy, you might need this.” Hannah looked over and was promptly hit in the face with her robe.

“And why would I need that?”

“You’re already paying the kid, let’s not give himthat much of a tip.” Hannah smiled wickedly, but slipped on the robe anyway. She pushed the deadbolt to the side, opening the door as far as the chain would allow. An oily-faced teenager stared nervously back at her, clutching a brown bag to his chest.

“I uh…you ordered some…um…takeout?”

“Sure did. Hold that thought while I get some money.” The kid was visibly shaking, the bag crinkling against his body.Goodness, you’d think he’d never seen a half-naked woman who had just been given the fuck of her life. Then again, he probably hasn’t. Hannah turned to the small stand beside the door, pulling open the drawer where she kept her fast-food cash.Still, he seems a little too…

The thought was shattered at the same time as the door. With the sick sound of splintering wood, a terrified adolescent cry, and a quick glimpse of a figure in black, Hannah was flung back into the room. She landed hard, her head cracking down onto the floor. The world fuzzed and slowed down. Through a mile of water, she thought she heard a voice ask, “Where is he?” Confusion set in. Where was who? What did the voice want? Then a cold barrel of steel was pressed against her forehead. The world snapped back into speed.

“Where the fuck is he, bitch? This is the last time I ask!” The voice came from the body standing over her, and reeked of alcohol and something worse. Hannah moved slightly to look up, causing her robe to slip open, revealing part of a creamy white breast. Her assailant looked down, and the leer he gave her sickened Hannah’s stomach. “Well, I can certainly see bahis siteleri what he wanted. Maybe I should show you what a real man is like?”

Crack.

The sound of thunder was followed immediately by a splash of wetness across Hannah’s face. She blinked, noting that that attacker’s face had changed from smirk to confusion. He toppled slowly over, landing with a thud next to her. In her still-dazed state, she reached up and wiped a hand across her eyes. It came away sticky with blood. In horror she glanced around, and caught sight of Jason standing frozen, his still-smoking gun pointed at where a living man had just been. Hannah looked over, and realized she felt no pity.

Jason quickly moved to her side, and she found herself swept up from the floor. “You ok? You’re bleeding.” Jason was quickly assessing any hurt she might have taken. Strangely, she couldn’t help but notice the fact that he was still naked,

“I’m…I’m ok. I think most of its his” Hannah said, pointed a shaky finger at the black lump.

“We have to get out of here. I’m sorry this happened. I shouldn’t have come. Pack a bag, and be quick about it.”

“But I…” Jason’s eyes quickly silenced her, brooking no argument. Hannah nodded, and separated herself from his arms. Glancing one final time at the dead man still seeping blood onto her floor, she quickly turned and headed for the bedroom. Her head was pounding from a combination of blood and adrenaline. Slipping out of her robe and opening her closet, she grabbed her gym bag and began tossing random clothes into it. Looking toward the door, she reached behind a black formal dress to a half-concealed shelf, pulling out her own sleek Walter PPK.The same gun James Bond uses. The thought made her smile, in spite of herself. Jason didn’t really know whom he had let into his life either. After burying it in her bag, Hannah moved into the bathroom to try and clean off some of the blood. As she turned on the faucet, a now-dressed Jason appeared in the doorway.

“Later, you can wash up where we’re going.” He gave her a half-smile. “And when I said pack, I also meant for you to get dressed as well.” With a start, Hannah realized she was still naked. Jason slipped up behind her, leaning down to whisper into her ear. His hot breath brushed erotically across her skin. “I’ll meet you in the car.” With that, he was gone.

Jason found his vehicle thankfully untouched. After searching quickly for any “new accessories” somebody might have added, he moved in and started it up. The engine purred to life.Much the way Hannah purrs underneath me. Jason shook his head to clear his thoughts.Jesus, you almost got her and you killed, and all you can think about is sex! Of course, it was damn good mind-blowing sex at that. Amazingly, Jason found himself getting hard at the though of her. He ignored himself as best he could and pulled the car out of the parking garage and around front. Idling in neutral, Jason pondered what had just happened. The man he had just killed was Reynold Tapper, one of Devon’s lackeys. But this didn’t smell of Devon. It was too inelegant, too brutish. For all his faults, Devon liked canlı bahis siteleri things smooth and flashy. Jason continued to turn it over in his mind. Reynold was a regular to the racing scene, not too good, not too bad. Personally, Jason never had anything against him, except for his being Devon’s bitch.It just doesn’t make sense. The door opened, and Hannah swept inside, dressed in tight, low-riding jeans and loose sweatshirt.

“So where to, Jeeves? The Holiday Inn?” Jason smiled back. Even having almost lost her life, Hannah’s sense of sarcasm was undaunted…as was her sexuality.What is it they used to say about almost dying? That it makes you horny as hell? “Hello, earth to hit man. I think we ought to get moving.” Jason obliged her, and pulled of into the night.

They sat in silence for a while, before Hannah asked about their destination.

“Well mad’ am. I thought we’d start with a great tour of the wine country.”

“We don’t have a wine country.”

“Then I guess we’re not going to tour it, are we?”

“Asshole.”

“Yep, I have one. Do you?” Hannah slugged him in the arm.

“I get the point. Just let me know when we get there.” With that Hannah leaned her head against the window and closed her eyes. Jason glanced over at her, studying her profile, her sleek silhouette.Yep, definitely a Porsche.

Hannah awoke to the engine stopping. The first rays of sunlight filtered though a dense forest, dimly outlining a cabin and glinted softly off a lake. Jason touched her shoulder. “Well, it’s not a Holiday Inn, but at least it has running water.”

“So where did you sprite me off to?”

“This is a retreat my family used to use during the summer. When my parents died, it passed to me. My brother’s too busy to make it up here, and in truth, so am I. Still, I pay to have the place maintained. It’s a great place to relax.” Jason stretched in the chill morning air, breathing deeply. “Let’s head inside.”

Hannah was surprised to find the interior of the cabin to be in such good shape. It was one big room, with a large bed taking up one corner, a small kitchen in the other, and a few comfy looking chairs scattered in-between. And what looked like an honest-to-god bear rug on the floor. Jason caught her looking. “Yes, it’s real. My Dad was an avid hunter. We call it Morris.”

“You named the bear rug?”

“Of course, wouldn’t you?” Hannah laughed. Jason moved to the ready-to-light woodpile arranged in the massive fireplace that took up almost the whole back wall. It crackled to life, then gave off a radiating heat.

“Mmm, “ Hannah moaned, sliding up closer to the heat. “I love a good fire. Well, anything that keeps me hot.” She glanced over to she if Jason caught her meaning. He did, raising a questioning eyebrow.

“You cold so soon? I thought you’d have other things on your mind.”

“Well, you know what they say about almost dying…” Hannah turned her back to Jason and gracefully lifted her shirt over her head. She wore nothing underneath. “It’s so strange. All I want is your cock, and for some reason, I’ve been wet for the past hour.” She turned back to face him, güvenilir bahis the firelight dancing over her breasts, a hungry, almost desperate expression on her face. “Come make love to me. Please.” The pleading tone had its effect. Jason’s cock swelled to its full length, the head poking out from the top of his jeans. She looked directly at it. “Well, one can never say you do anything in small measures…”

Instead of answering, Jason covered the distance between them and crushed her body into his own. Something about being near death is the need to confirm life, and that powered the desire that swept over them both. Their tongues fought after each other, dancing in the softness of each other’s mouth. Hannah’s hands search for the button on Jason’s pants, and practically ripped them open. She slid down his body, pressing her mouth against his hardness though the cotton briefs. She slipped her hands beneath the band and pulled them down. Jason stepped out of them, kicking them aside. Hannah greedily licked his tightening balls, sucking each into her mouth. Jason gasped, pulling her up to her feet. “Enough time for that later, right now I need to be inside you.” Hannah needed no further encouragement. Jason returned the favor, mirroring the action on her jeans. Once they were naked, Jason pushed her towards the bed. Hannah bent over it, and looked over her shoulder with a challenge in her eyes. Her tight ass was thrust up invitingly; her arousement had swelled her nether-lips, leaving a glistening gash that beckoned Jason’s cock. He wasted no time. Stepping quickly over to her, her pressed his rigid manhood between her cheeks, letting her feel his excitement. Hannah reached around, hand encircling his shaft, and practically pulled him to her opening. She felt his head tease her lips. She thrust back…hard.

Both cried out in ecstasy as she was filled and he was en-sheathed. Jason began an almost frantic rhythm, sliding effortlessly in and out of Hannah. She was so wet it dripped out of her pussy and down their legs. She cried out as pleasure practically burst into her. Hannah met every thrust with one of her own. She felt her orgasm building quickly, almost painfully. Jason guided her with one hand, while the other dipped down between them, feeling where they joined. After covering it in Hannah’s juices, he brought it back up and teased her tight anus, pushing insistently at that puckered rosebud. His finger separated, then slipped into her.

Hannah moaned at Jason’s action. The sensation of having both holes filled was overwhelming. No other man had touched her like this. She never knew her ass had so many pleasure endings. Like a rolling crescendo, Hannah felt herself begin to tighten. When Jason circled his other hand around to rub her clit, she exploded.

Hannah literally saw stars as she convulsed, her pussy clamping tightly down on Jason. She could feel her anus clench around his finger as well, which only reinforced the pleasure. All the night’s action and built up tension flooded though her body. She screamed again and again in pleasure. Just when she thought she was through, Jason came inside her, coating her insides with his sticky cum. This sent Hannah into another orgasm. She couldn’t stop cumming. Pleasure took on colors, sounds…until finally she collapsed onto the bed, twitching. She vaguely felt Jason slip out of her before unconsciousness rolled over her. She gave herself up into the waiting darkness.

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The Downfall of Donna Reed Ch. 6

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I rested against him and listened to his heartbeat return to normal. I heard him chuckle deep in his chest and smiled against him. His hands were running up and down my naked side, just touching and learning. I felt myself getting ready, felt the heat gathering in my center.

All my married life, I had been told that sex was a onetime activity. You did it in the dark, you did it quickly, you satisfied your husband and you went to sleep. That was sex. That was married sex. There were no lights, no soft touches, no gentle kisses, certainly no conversation.

Now I was sitting on Michael’s naked lap in bright lights and my body was exhausted from all the loving. I smiled to myself, thinking…” exhausted, but not dead”. His fingers traced my body, making me squirm on his lap, making me think of all those chats about my pretty pinkness, my warm home. At first, they were just random movements, him just touching me. Then his fingers moved to my nipples. I felt the slow circles he made around the entire breast, slowly centering down to my hard nubbins. He gently pinched and flicked the sensitive skin, making them harder and making my back arch to him. He lowered his head to my aching breasts, sucking bonus veren siteler first one, then the other. I felt his hot, demanding mouth pulling on me, sucking hungrily and I kept thinking about how much I wanted him.

Michael lifted his head and smiled at me. He easily picked me up and turned me toward the mirror. My legs spread over his hips and I could feel his cock pressed against my ass. As I sat on his thighs, I watched our reflections in the mirror. I watched his hungry mouth moving on my neck, watched myself throw back my head, encouraging him. His fingers returned to my nipples and I saw the way they made love to them. I thrust my breast into his hands, willing him to touch me there forever. Then, his hands started to move. He traced the sensitive undersides of my breasts, softly moving his fingers around and around. As his hands returned to my flat abdomen, they began to slide down, moving slowly and carefully as I wriggled with anticipation. Finally, his hands rested on my thighs, my soft skin quivering under his fingers. I could see in the mirror how wanton I looked, sitting there naked and spread wide open to him. His fingers moved to my smooth mound, slipping bahis into my hot little slit and spreading the lips. Now he could see my pinkness in all of its glory, all wet and shiny and incredibly pink. His fingers lingered there, touching and rubbing. Once he slipped two fingers deep inside me, making me cry out. With the other hand, he gently circled my clit, causing it to forget its shyness and come out to him. Watching him touching me, looking at his face in the mirror and then at his fingers busily inside me had quite an effect on me. I felt as if I were on fire, I was moaning and murmuring his name and encouraging him to continue his activities. I could feel my orgasm gathering, centering on my baby smooth pussy.

Suddenly, he stopped everything. He looked at my surprised face in the mirror and kissed my cheek. Then he placed his hands under my arms and lifted me up and back. I could see the hardness of his cock, the thickness of it as I was lowered down on it. Finally, I felt Michael inside me. I brought my legs up on the bench seat to get some leverage and began to ride his cock. It was much thicker and longer than I was used to, but I loved the feeling of being so full deneme bonusu of him. Sometimes I would rock back and forth, sometimes move up and down. Michael returned the finger to my clit and I could hear how wet it was as he rubbed it.

I had a surprise for Michael. I stopped moving all together and just used my muscles to massage his cock. He gasped at the first stroke and then chuckled. I think he liked all the things I had learned for him. His other hand roamed freely over my body as we fucked. Up and down, up and down, I rode his hardness, trying to get him as deep inside me as possible. His finger moved faster on my clit, his breath harder in my ear. I could feel the heat moving up my legs as our eyes met in the mirror. I continued to urge him to fuck me harder and deeper as our movements became frenetic.

Michael gave one final thrust, one last touch of my clit and we both began coming. I could feel his come shooting into me as my juices mingled with his. My pussy clamped around his cock and milked him.

He leaned back against the wall, taking me with him. Our eyes closed and his arms wrapped around me. I could feel his heart pounding on my back, feel his breath in my hair. We remained in this position until we could breathe again. I lazily looked into the mirror and saw us, me on top of my lover, his cock still deep inside me, come sliding down my shaved pussy. We smiled at each other in the mirror, both saying, “I love you” at the same time.

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