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Well, it’s time for chapter three. As usual, this story is a work of fiction. Any resemblances to real people, places, or events are coincidental. All characters are above the age of eighteen. With that out of they way, enjoy the chapter.

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A couple of days have past and though Clark had only been nude in his home for half a week now, it was still a bit unusual to him. He liked it, even though he kept finding himself automatically going to put clothes on first thing in the morning. He couldn’t quite explain it, but somehow being naked in his apartment with Aaliyah was freeing, exhilarating, and arousing, all at the same time. This made him curious about going nude full time, but he shelved that thought for later.

On their way to work Clark asked Aaliyah, “So, I had a thought. Could you make it so that my dick is the perfect size for any woman?”

She looked over at him with a naughty grin, “What made you think about that master? Could it be…Kaley?” she squeezed his dick through his pants to emphasize her point.

“Maybe, is that such a bad thing?” he retorted.

“Not at all, and yes I can. You just have to make the wish.”

“I wish for my cock to be sized perfectly for every woman I sleep with.”

“Done,” she said, and he felt his pants get even tighter in the front. He shot her a suspicious look, which she returned with a naughty smile, “What can I say? I like my men big.”

“Oh, I just remembered, I wanted to ask you something about one of the things you said you could do,” he stated.

“Ok, shoot.”

“When you said you could prevent me or my partners from getting diseases, unless I wanted too, does that mean…” he didn’t want to finish the question, but he didn’t have to.

She sighed as she answered, “Yes, if you wanted to, you could intentionally give someone an STD.”

“Why is that a thing!? That’s just so wrong on so many levels,” he replied, clearly appalled.

“What a Djinns magic is used for is up to our master. Whatever wish they make, we must grant,” she said sadly, as if she had done things that she wasn’t proud of. They rode the rest of the way to work in silence.

The day went by as you’d expect a Thursday in an office to go. Clark was surprised by how well Aaliyah was getting along with everyone. She seemed to fit right in, especially with her outfit. She was wearing a white blouse with black slacks, and a set of black low-heeled court shoes. The sleeves of her blouse were short, which showed off her graceful arms. Clark and Aaliyah got into the truck to head home once work was over.

After pulling out of the parking lot, Aaliyah moved herself over to give Clark some road head again. Aaliyah snapped off her clothes, to which Clark replied, “Um, do you mind putting the blouse back on? You look sexy in it.”

“Done,” she said as her blouse and a matching white thong reappeared on her.

“Oooh, I like the thong. Makes that ass look even better,” he squeezed her ass as he said this. He was a bit surprised by his sudden confidence boost since he released Aaliyah. His self-esteem wasn’t terrible before, but he’d never done anything like that before meeting her. Then again, he was also a virgin before meeting her sooo…

He leaned back and relaxed as the truck went into auto drive, keeping a hand on the wheel for appearances. Aaliyah fished out his dick, which had grown to eight inches flaccid, and grew up to ten inches hard. It was so thick around that Aaliyah could barely get one of her lovely hands around it, not that she was complaining. She quickly took him into her mouth, showing no signs of discomfort. Clark was stunned by what he was seeing.

Aaliyah focused on the head at first, swirling her tongue around it and giving it kisses. She kissed her way from his head, down the underside of his shaft, and to his balls. She sucked one into her mouth, which made him gasp in shock and pleasure. She released it with a pop, then kissed her way back up his shaft. When she got to his head, she took all of him in one move. He felt like he was in heaven.

She started bobbing on his dick, coming up every now and again to catch her breath. She built up a nice rhythm, but unfortunately, all good things must come to an end. As the truck pulled into the parking spot, he blew his load in her mouth. She eagerly swallowed every drop, making sure there was nothing left before she released him from her mouth. He looked at her as he caught his breath, this beautiful goddess in just a blouse and a thong, and silently thanked whoever was responsible for leaving that lamp in his truck.

They stayed there for a bit just basking in the afterglow, until they were ready to go inside. Aaliyah’s slacks reappeared before she stepped out, Clark tucked his member back in his pants before joining her. rize escort Once they were inside, their clothes disappeared, and they went over to the couch. Clark decided to introduce her to console gaming by popping his copy of Portal 2 into his PS3. It didn’t take long for her to figure it out, and she quickly fell in love with it. He was glad to see that she genuinely enjoyed it, as he had thought that she enjoyed being with him more than the arcade itself.

Once they were ready for bed, Aaliyah brought something up, “Hey master, are you nervous about tomorrow?”

“Why would I be?” he asked as snuggled up behind her to spoon.

“Well tomorrow is our date with Kaley,” she answered.

“Oh yeah, I mean, I guess I’m a little nervous, hopefully everything goes fine,” he stated.

“I’m sure you’ll do just fine,” she said before turning her head to kiss him. They kissed, then they drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Friday morning started with Clark discovering that Aaliyah had no problems making breakfast while he rammed her pussy from behind. She got breakfast ready right as he came. She asked him to stay in her until their plates were ready. Once they were, she handed him his, had him pull out, and then let their mixed juices trickle onto her scrambled eggs.

He gave her a weird look as he asked, “You like that?”

“Mhm, I love the taste of cum, especially when it’s mine and a master’s mixed together,” she replied as if that were normal.

“That can’t taste good,” he replied.

She held a fork full up to him and said, “Try it before you dis it.”

He tentatively took it into his mouth and was surprised by the taste. It had a bit of saltiness to it, as well as having some tanginess to it. It actually tasted surprisingly good. Seeing his reaction, she mixed their eggs together. They both enjoyed a delightful meal, surprisingly for one.

After their work day they headed home to get ready for their date with Kaley. She picked out a Mexican place on the east side of town. Clark liked their pork carnitas burrito, Aaliyah liked the fish tacos, and Kaley got her usual Carne Asada nachos. They chitchatted for a while, discovering some interesting things about each other. Clark and Aaliyah learned that Kaley had never been with a woman before. They wanted to make her first time special, which wasn’t gonna be that hard cause…y’know…Djinn.

They all went back to Kaley’s place and talked some more. She lived in a two-bedroom apartment with her roommate. Her roommate was out that night, apparently, she did this often. They spent most of the evening chatting about their lives. Eventually the discussion moved to sex. Kaley admitted that she was nervous about tonight, but Clark and Aaliyah did their best to assure everything would be fine. And they intended to make sure it did.

Aaliyah made the first move, moving next to her on the couch, and putting a gentle hand on Kaley’s thigh. Kaley tensed up for a moment, but quickly relaxed, and she felt Aaliyah’s hand move under her shirt to her stomach. Once she knew Kaley was ready, Aaliyah moved her hand up to her chest to find she wasn’t wearing a bra.

Aaliyah let out a little chuckle as she whispered softly into Kaley’s ear, “You’re a naughty little girl, aren’t you?” she punctuated the statement by nibbling slightly on her ear. Kaley gasped at the attention and simply nodded. Aaliyah smiled at this and moved her hand down Kaley’s pants instead. When she pulled her hand out, it was quite wet. “Hm, I wonder how long this has been going on,” she mused as she licked the juices off her fingers.

Clark watched with a large tent in his pants as Aaliyah seduced Kaley. She had no problems getting her clothes off. While Kaley had smallish b cups, she had a slim waist, that led into a massive ass. He was surprised he hadn’t noticed it when they met. When Kaley saw Aaliyah naked her jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe someone as beautiful as her existed.

Aaliyah laid Kaley down on the couch and started eating her pussy out. This quickly got her moaning and panting. Which Clark took as his cue to join in. He went over and dropped his shorts around his ankles. After stepping out of them, he noticed his cock, while still rock hard, had shrunk down to about five inches. He brought his dick over to her mouth, which she eagerly opened. He was shocked by her willingness, as she seemed, not prude, but like she’d never done this before.

This turned out to be far from true, as Kaley sucked him hard and fast. He had to admit, she was good. Nowhere near as good as Aaliyah, but she was gonna be hard to beat. Unlike Aaliyah, she did have some issues taking him in, even with the relatively small size. He worked with her as best he could to avoid making her gag, but it sakarya escort still happened a couple times. A few minutes later, they all shared amazing orgasms. After getting cleaned up, Clark and Aaliyah thanked her for inviting them over and then left.

“I’m not sure we should see her again,” Aaliyah stated once they got in the truck.

“Why not? She seemed nice, although I am surprised at how good she was,” Clark mused.

“She’s probably that good because of her boyfriend,” she pointed out.

“She has a boyfriend!?” he responded in shock.

“Yes, he was hiding in the closet with a camera. Luckily, it just so happened to not work,” she said, hinting to something more than luck.

“Oh shit, that could’ve been bad. Wait, did you know she was planning this?” he inquired.

“No, I can’t read other people’s minds, only yours.” She said nonchalantly

“You can read my mind!?”

“Well duh, how do think I know what turns you on so much?” she teased.

“Huh, well, I guess that would be important for a lust djinn.” He admitted.

“Mhm, a high sex drive also helps,” she said flirtatiously.

When they got home, Clark had a voicemail. It was his work asking him if he could come in the next morning for a couple of hours. Apparently, they needed an accountant at a meeting, and he was the one they chose. He called them back letting them know he’d be there. They told him what he needed to do to prep for it and he assured them it would get done. He then made a wish that would let him stay up to prepare. It may have involved him getting an exceptionally long blowjob, but it was worth it.

The next morning, he was getting ready for the meeting, when he saw Aaliyah dressed and ready to go. “Oh, you should probably stay here. It’s just me they need.”

“You know I can go unseen right?” she asked as if he’d forgotten.

“Yeah, I know, but this is gonna be pretty boring. Besides, we’ve been together all week, take some me time, have fun,” he encouraged.

“Alright but be careful. I can’t protect you from home,” she warned.

He went over and kissed her on the head, “I will, see you when I get back,” he said as he left Aaliyah alone for the first time since they met. He figured she could handle it.

For the first twenty minutes, Aaliyah was bored out of her mind. Sure, she had a few ideas of things to do, but they all involved Clark being with her. She was stumped, until she remembered that the apartments had a pool. She walked over to the pool in a simple black bikini, towel in hand, and went for a swim. She hadn’t gone swimming in a while, which she felt was a shame, as she loved the feeling of the water on her skin.

While she was enjoying herself, she heard the gate to the pool open. She took a look to find three young men. They all looked to be around eighteen and they were shocked to see a woman like her here. After a cursory glance, she paid them no mind as she went back to swimming. After a few minutes she went to the Jacuzzi to relax. The guys had hopped into the pool before she moved, so they got an amazing view of her ass as she left it. She smirked as she felt their eyes on her ass. She was glad to know that she still had the looks to make any man stare.

Clark meanwhile was stuck in a meeting room discussing gains and losses. It was clear from the moment he entered the room that the only person who knew of, or cared about him, was one of his superiors John. John was a good guy. He was very understanding, knew who was good at what, and put his peoples happiness before profit. John was the only reason Clark hadn’t left yet. He felt that John cared so much about what he did, that he deserved to have the best employees he could get. Clark knew his worth.

The meeting went on for a couple hours, with Clark contributing as much as he could. A new deal that had been struck with another company was proving to be better than expected. Everyone left the meeting with high hopes for the future. John pulled Clark aside after it was done and told him, “Hey, I’m sorry for bringing you in today. Karla would normally do this but she’s on vacation,” Karla was Clarks boss.

“Don’t worry about it. I had nothing planned for this morning anyway,” Clark replied. They exchanged goodbyes and left.

Aaliyah was relaxing on the couch when Clark got home. As soon as he stepped into the apartment, his clothes disappeared, letting his one-eyed monster free. He went over and sat next to her. He gave her a kiss and noticed she was slightly wet. “You just get out of the shower?”

“Nope, went to the pool for a swim,” she answered.

“Ah, did you enjoy yourself?” he asked as he tweaked one of her nipples.

She let out a soft sigh before replying, “Yeah, the water was nice, samsun escort and there were some young men who came in and checked me out.”

“Oh, so you like when other people ogle you?”

“Even a lust djinn likes being reminded of sexy they are.”

“Fair enough,” he replied before spending the rest of the morning making sweet love to her.

Clark got a text around noon from Jamie asking if he was gonna make it to the session that day. He explained to Aaliyah what Pathfinder was like and she agreed to try it. He asked Jamie if he could bring her along to see what it’s like. She replied a bit later that everyone said it was okay, as long as she was respectful. He assured her that Aaliyah would be and then took her out to lunch.

At around three in the afternoon, Clark and Aaliyah drove over to Rick’s house. Rick was the gm for the group and had been for years. He’d played in a few games, but he preferred being a gm over playing. The gang was already there, and they greeted Clark and Aaliyah when they walked in. Clark introduced everyone to her, and they welcomed her with open arms. He was a bit nervous about her meeting them.

The session was pretty chaotic. The party got split in a dungeon, one of them got hypnotized into believing they were a goblin, and another nearly died. They did manage to make it out alive though. Clark was relieved by how accepting everyone was of Aaliyah…well, almost everyone. He notices that David, who was playing a gnome wizard, was giving her weird looks throughout the session. He decided to not mention it for the time being, but he was definitely gonna keep an eye on the situation.

Aaliyah was invited to join the party the next session. She agreed, even though she had no idea how to play. Jamie volunteered to come over and help her learn the rules and make a character. Aaliyah accepted the offer and they worked out when it would happen. They decided on the coming Tuesday, as it was the best time for Jamie. Everyone said their goodbyes and went home.

Sunday rolled around and Clark decided to try something he’d thought about before. He got up before Aaliyah and snuck out to a pastry shop around the corner. He ordered half a dozen cinnamon rolls and headed back. Once he was sure she still asleep, he went to get everything set up. This involved chopping a couple of the rolls up into small pieces and placing them on his nude body. After that he simply waited for her to wake up. He was a bit anxious the whole time and he prayed that no one knocked on the door while this was happening.

After about five minutes of waiting he heard the bedroom door open and close. He heard the steps coming down the hall and the gasp as she saw him. He looked over at her and asked, “Ready for breakfast?”

“I mean yeah but why?” she asked with clear confusion.

“Cause I wanted to,” he stated. She gave him a kiss on the mouth and noticed the taste of cinnamon glaze. She raised an eyebrow, to which he replied, “I got a bit hungry.”

She laughed, gave him another kiss, and started eating. She started with the piece on his forehead, making sure her breasts swayed teasingly above his face. As much as he wanted to move, he didn’t. This was about her, not him. Once she was done with that piece, she moved to his arm. She ate her way down to his hand, then moved to the other arm. After that she moved to his collar bone, making sure to get every last bite. He was glad he’d thought of this. She’d done so much for him already that he felt it was only fair for him to return the favor.

If the look on her face was any indication, she was loving this. She made sure to take her time on his chest. She lingered on each piece, enjoying both the taste of the cinnamon rolls, and the intimacy of the situation. After all the pieces on his chest were gone, she moved to his legs. She kissed her way to each little bite, which made it that much harder for him to not get a boner. She finished every bite left except the main course.

She moved her head to his crotch, looking him in the eyes the whole time. Once she was there, she saw that he’d used part of one of the rolls as a cock ring. She gave him an impressed smirk as she went to eat it. Instead of taking him into her mouth to get it, as she figured he wanted, she simply went around the outside. He let out a disappointed moan, which made her giggle. Once she was done, she gave him a kiss and headed to the couch.

“Wait, you don’t wanna do anything else?” he asked clearly confused.

“Nope, I’m saving the best for later,” she said as she turned on his PlayStation. He smiled and went over to join her. Later that night, he spent the better part of an hour bringing her many an orgasm. They both agreed this was the best day they’d had so far. Then they fell asleep in a loving embrace.

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Well I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I will be taking a small break from this series to work on another idea I have. I still have plenty of chapters of this planned, so it’s not going away. Thank you all for your support. Thanks to nevinc for editing this chapter. See you next time.

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After the wedding things returned to their previous routine, mostly.

Carl went to his classes at the college. Mina went to translate for Lauren. After his classes Carl would visit Lauren at her compound, or alternatively Lauren would come to Carl’s.

The day after the wedding Carl went to visit Lauren for lunch at her place. They didn’t talk about the wedding. Lauren didn’t ask about Mina and Carl didn’t volunteer anything. He felt uncomfortable. Throughout their marriage he had never strayed. Never so much as kissed another woman.

Now he had slept with one of Lauren’s best friends. It felt dishonest to not tell her what happened, but he knew that no good would come from telling her. Anyway it had been a onetime thing. They had to do it. He was sure that she would agree that he didn’t have a choice. But still he knew that she wouldn’t like it.

As usual, after eating they ended up in bed. Since coming to Afghanistan whenever he would come over to visit he would have sex with Lauren. He didn’t think it would be a good time to change that now.

Carl couldn’t help but compare Lauren to Mina. He had been with Lauren for years and knew her body well. The small signs of aging had never bothered him. He was older himself now too. Now though the contrast was impossible to ignore.

Everything about Mina was young and innocent. She was shy, timid. Her skin fresh. Her breasts firm. Her hair dark and silky.

Lauren too was beautiful but the years showed and she had no shame before him. She undressed unceremoniously and slid into bed, the dark curls between her legs a reminder of the differences between the two women.

Carl undressed more slowly and self-consciously he removed his boxer shorts. Lauren noticed right away that he had shaved himself.

“What have you done there?” she smiled.

“Apparently, as a Muslim I’m required to shave my myself.”

“Such an obsession with hair these Muslims.” she laughed playfully. “Women mustn’t show theirs. Men must let their beard hair grow. And now this. I wonder, do only men have to shave down there or women too?”

Was that a question? Was Lauren asking him if Mina was shaved? Did she know that they had been together? Had Mina spoken to her?

“I wouldn’t know.” he carefully answered.

Lauren didn’t seem too interested in the answer. She just smiled and turned to him.

“Well then come give me that Muslim cock of yours. I’ve never slept with a Muslim before.”

The sex with Lauren was always good. They enjoyed themselves and were perfectly comfortable with each other.

After a half hour Carl was dressed and out the door again. On his way out he met Charles the mission leader and Lauren’s boss. For some reason he had always had something against Carl.

“So you’re still coming around here? I thought maybe you’d be done with Lauren, now that you’ve got yourself a little Afghan whore. Out with old, in with the new.”

“Hey that’s my wife you’re talking about!”

“Which one?” Charles sneered. “Is it true you paid money for that Afghan girl? You know that’s against American law don’t you. I could have charges brought up against you.”

Carl didn’t reply. Was it true that paying a bride price was against the law? He didn’t know.

Charles continued, “Of course, not that I blame you. She is a nice piece of Muslim ass.”

“What do you know about it. You’ve never even seen her!”

“Ha! Of course I have. Many times.” He smiled knowingly. “She’s my employee, you know. I can see her whenever I want. She has to do what I tell her. There were several candidates for her position, you know. mersin escort Some of them were more qualified. But I appreciate a nice view in the office if you know what I mean.”

Anger pumped through Carl’s veins. He had never liked Charles and now this. He wasn’t sure what infuriated him more. The way he had talked about Mina and Lauren or that he off all people was able to see Mina without her covering. In America it was normal for a woman to be seen, but he had gotten used to the idea that he was the only man who was allowed to see Mina. She was his, his own private secret. But Charles had seen her too. He saw her every day.

He would have loved to punch him in his sneering face. But that wouldn’t help anything. It would just make it impossible for him to visit Lauren and it could make problems for both of his wives.

“I’ll thank you to speak respectably about Lauren and Mina. I’ll remind you Mina is Muslim woman. You wouldn’t want the locals to hear that you sexually harass the Afghan women who work for you.” Carl acidly replied.

Walking on, intentionally walking into Charles and knocking him off his balance as he walked by.

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Back at Carl’s guesthouse Mina had moved in and she was already making her presence known.

When Carl came to the guesthouse the chawkidar stopped him.

“Excuse Mr. Carl, we have a problem.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“It’s your wife?”

“Lauren? What about her?”

“No, not Miss Lauren. Your other wife.”

“Oh yes, of course. Well what’s wrong?”

“Well sir, it’s her clothes. She is hanging her clothes in the garden. Women’s clothes sir. It’s not good.”

“Well she is a woman. She has women’s clothes.”

“Yes sir, but also the under clothes.”

Carl looked at his chawkidar, the man was in his late thirties had a wife himself and three kids, all of them girls. You would have thought that he had seen a bra and panties before.

“I will see what I can do.”

“Oh thank you sir.”

He went to check on Mina and make sure that she had moved in ok. She had the room next to Carl’s. She smiled at him shyly when he found her. He asked if she had everything or if there was anything she needed but her room was already furnished and she had already moved in. He didn’t bother talking to her about her under garments. The guys at the guesthouse would just have to get used to the fact that there was a woman living here now.

For several days they hardly saw each other. It wasn’t that he was avoiding her so much as he was trying to give her her space and anyway he was busy with his classes and she was gone most of the day with Lauren.

Each morning at five though, before he had gotten out of bed, he could hear her on the patio in front of his room sweeping the dust. When he saw her he told her that she needn’t do that but she replied, “wazifaast” (it’s my duty).

Also several times when he arrived home from his classes in the afternoon, he had also noticed that someone had been in his room. His bed had been made, his trash taken out, his books straightened. He asked Mina about this one day and she replied, “wazifaast” (it’s my duty).

And in the evening whenever he was home alone she would come by and bring him a plate with delicious Afghan food. He had no idea how she had time to make it. Afghan cooking is intricate and time consuming and she had a job translating. He told her that he didn’t expect her to cook for him but she had replied, “wazifaast” (it’s my duty).

Carl could understand Mina’s desire to help him around the house and muğla escort so he didn’t press the issue. She obviously felt gratitude toward him and Lauren for helping her out of her unwanted marriage, to some man she didn’t even know. She must be feeling a heavy burden about the amount of money her brother had extorted from them, he figured. So, he didn’t tell her to stop, and anyways it was nice to be taken care of a bit.

Lauren had never been much of a homemaker. She had always been a career woman. And you didn’t want to eat her cooking. For their tenth anniversary she had tried to surprise him with homemade meatloaf followed by apple pie, but unfortunately you couldn’t tell which was which.

Mina’s cooking on the other hand was fantastic. She brought him dumplings filled with spinach and meat, soft lamb roast, traditional Afghan rice, and each meal was better than the last. And she never complained about doing something around the house. Whenever he said thanks to her she always replied, “wazifaast” (it’s my duty).

Carl also liked to see her in the compound. Usually she was in her room. But sometimes she was in the garden, hanging laundry, sweeping, or just wandering among the roses. Sometimes Carl caught himself just watching her for several minutes. It was just nice to have a beautiful woman around.

When she was at home she wore a headscarf but just a thin white one that didn’t even cover her dark black hair. The contrast was striking and actually quite fashionable. She was always very modestly dressed, long sleeves and long pants even when it was hot outside. Still as she moved he could make out the shape of her breasts and hips.

At night although he did not see her or hear her, he knew that she was in the next room. It turned him on to think of her a few meters away, just an unlocked door between them. It was mostly her long dark hair and her eyes he thought about, cautious but strong, dark almost black. And her tight shaved pussy.

It wasn’t a surprise that he dreamt about her. Each night he re-lived their meeting together after the wedding. He could feel her hand on him, exploring his body and he felt himself inside of her. Sometimes he almost felt that it wasn’t a dream at all.

One night in the midst of such a dream he woke. He wasn’t alone. Mina was in his bed lying next to him. He could feel her warm naked body up against him. She held his scrotum gently in her hand.

Still caught up in the dream Carl wasn’t shocked but just accepted this situation as the most natural of things. He turned into her and kissed her soft lips and she kissed him back.

He let his mouth trail to her neck and felt her squirm delightfully under his kisses. His lips moved down her neck into the valley between her breasts. He cupped them both and squeezed gently. He rubbed his fingers against her nipples.

He had not had a chance to explore this area on the wedding night as she had kept her shirt on, being too shy to undress completely. Her breasts were exquisite. As he had thought they were not particularly big, but young and firm they stood up on their own without any support.

Moving up out of the valley, he kissed her breast. Arriving at her nipple he wrapped his lips around it.

Mina pulled herself into him and arched her back in ecstasy. She gave herself fully to him.

She was no longer ashamed to be in his presence. She was his wife. He was her husband. She squeezed her legs together as Carl licked and sucked her nipple, his teeth softly grating against the sensitive center.

His fingers continued to play with the nipple and nevşehir escort Carl moved to the other breast and sucked there. This was too much for Mina. Her legs opened up, she longed for him to be inside of her again.

Carl’s hand followed the curve of her waist down until it found crease between her legs.

Carl was touching her. His fingers pressed against the hot wet flesh between her legs. His touch brought her feelings she had only recently discovered inside of her.

One finger entered, so slowly and then he moved inside of her. She squirmed under his touch and longed for him to fill her.

He removed his finger and started to circle her sensitive spot. It was even more intense than the other night and her hips pressed into him. Her whole body ached for him in a way that she had never felt before.

Finally, she felt the firm pressure of his manhood against her. His hand was tangled in her hair he held her fast as he pressed into her.

Her hips writhed underneath his weight. And she felt herself grow again to accommodate him.

Carl savored the feeling of her tight hole. Being shaved definitely had its advantages. He was so much more sensitive down there. He felt his penis glide into her depths.

Carl marveled at the feelings that rose in him as he pushed against her silken tunnel. This was so different from his comfortable routine with Lauren. This was passionate.

Slowly he began to move inside her, and each gentle movement was matched by a sigh from Mina. Then moving faster, he thrust himself deep inside her, he felt her lift her legs and lock them around his hips, forcing him even deeper.

Mina groaned with pleasure and thrust her hips upwards to meet him. She felt the tension building and building inside her until she could bear it no longer and she moaned with delight. Then she felt the hot surge as she was filled again with his seed.

Carl fell against her, stunned. Still buried inside her, he stroked her face, kissing her gently. He looked at her but he couldn’t read her expression in the pale moon light.

After a few minutes or was it hours, he couldn’t tell, Mina got out of bed and went back to her room. Carl could hear the splash of water as she bathed herself.

What had he done? Had he somehow given her the impression that he expected this? The wedding night had been a necessity, they had to provide proof that she had been pure and had never been with a man. But tonight?

What would he say to her when he saw her next? What did she expect from him?

He thought of Lauren. What would she think if she knew about this? She might have understood about the wedding night. It was part of the ceremony after all. But this? She wouldn’t understand about this. For Lauren the whole wedding was just a formality, a farce, a useful way to ensure that Mina would not be forced to marry an old man she barely knew.

But now that is exactly what had happened. In order to avoid a marriage to an old man she had married Carl, a man more than twice her age. And it seemed like Mina didn’t mind.

The next day Carl stopped Mina in the garden and spoke to her before going to his classes.

“Mina, I wanted to talk to you about last night.”

A deep pink blush spread across her face. “Wazifaast.” (It’s my duty.) And she walked hurriedly away before Carl could think of what to say.

Carl watched her go. What was she thinking? What did she want? He was confused, he was starting to think that this whole plan maybe wasn’t a good idea. Both Mina and Lauren were likely to get hurt. Who ever thought that it would work out having two wives?

At least at the college there were only men. He had had enough of female problems. Some of the other departments had female students and there were even three female teachers, but his classes were all male. At least there was one place he could go without having to worry about women.

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This is the continuation of a story that I recently posted based on something that happened fifty years ago. I recently went to my fiftieth High School Class Reunion, and this is my version of what happened that weekend:

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In case you have forgotten, my name is Jonathan Stevens MacIntyre, and I still live on the outskirts of the largest city on the Illinois River. My parents and in-laws passed away a decade ago, and my Connie lost her long battle with heart disease three years ago, but my daughters and grandchildren make my life worth living. I keep busy doing chores for the several widows and divorcees in the neighborhood, so I do not lack companionship, and seldom have to cook for myself.

Last summer, shortly after I finished writing ‘Cindy Lou’, I received a letter in the mail inviting me to my high school graduating class’ fiftieth reunion. Since my closest friends were still living nearby, I would often see them around town. And while I had maintained contact with most of my classmates I had, however, lost track of a number of people over the years. I wondered how many of my old friends would show up at the reunion, and I was particularly interested to see if the last fifty years had been kind to Cindy Lou.

My daughters had signed me up with Facebook when they came home for their mother’s funeral, and I had connected with dozens of people I had not thought about in years. However, no matter how much I looked I could find no trace of Cindy anywhere. You see, she had left town after college, and no one had heard from her since.

The reunion was to be held on the weekend of homecoming in September. The letter listed several events for the weekend, and the list first thing on the list of activities was a casual get together at the local VFW after the school’s Homecoming game on Friday night. I asked Katie, one of my divorced neighbor ladies to accompany me so I wouldn’t be alone, and as soon as we walked in the door, we were surrounded by old friends. The first person I recognized was Marcia Baker, an old neighbor who ended up teaching Kindergarten at my old grade school. I picked her out immediately because, at 4′ 10″, she was only a few inches taller than my Connie.

I spent the next hour introducing Katie to my old friends. Strangely enough, she knew some of their spouses, and we had a great time. Suddenly, I looked up and there she was, looking like time had stood still. On the arm of a pretentiously dressed man who looked out of place in our small village, was Cindy Lou. She was wearing a powder blue sweater, white Capri pants, and white ballet flats. Around her neck was a single strand of opera length 8mm pearls, and on her left ring finger was a diamond that had to be well over a carat.

Her hair was a bit lighter than the strawberry blonde I remembered, and there were a few wrinkles, but she looked twenty years younger than the sixty-eight years old we both were. She recognized me immediately, despite the grey beard I had grown over the last two years, and greeted me with a huge hug, smashing her still firm boobs into my chest, telling me how glad she was to see me. I told her I felt the same way, but my erection that she ground her crotch into had already told her that. I introduced Katie as my ‘friend’, and the two ladies chatted while I went to the bar to get two more beers. When I got back they had walked away, and Katie said, “She looks great for an ‘old broad’. Right now I’ll bet you are thinking about her sucking your cock again, aren’t you, sweetie?”

I almost choked on my beer, and nodded with a red face. Jack Horvath, who was standing next to me and overheard Katie, said, “Jon, she did you too, when did that happen?” “Band contest, April, senior year.” I whispered. “Well, that brings the count to twenty-five. No wonder George dumped her ass as soon as he got home from Germany.” Jack said, and seven of my friends gave me ‘high five’s’ and we all started laughing. I asked Jack if he knew anything about her husband, and Fred Nelson chimed in, “He’s and investment banker named Brent Fairfield, from somewhere in Chicagoland, five years younger than her, and loaded. I’m guessing he paid for all the work she had done.”

Katie asked us, “I’ve only heard Jon’s story, but was she some kind of oral slut in high school?” Everyone laughed, and Bob Schultz said, “Cindy always acted like an uptight bitch in public, but that was only a cover for her ‘inner slut’ that only came out in private. It was the worst kept secret in school. We didn’t know Jon was a member of our club until tonight, congratulations, by the way.” As Katie and I walked around the room, and I introduced her to more of my old friends, I could see the word was getting around, and when Cindy and her ‘trophy husband’ left the VFW, Lester Maddox grabbed me and dragged me to the bar where there were eighteen shots of Jack Daniels lined up in a row.

Lester told me to grab one of the shots, and I was joined by seventeen of my old classmates, each holding a shot. Then our class president, Mike Wallace, raised his shot glass and kütahya escort said, “Gentlemen, tonight we add another member to our little club, Jon MacIntyre. To Cindy the slut!” and we all downed our shots. After that, every member of our club told his version of ‘The Oral Adventures of Cindy the Slut’. After each tale, there were cheers and pats on the back, and after everyone else was done, Mike looked at me and said, “OK, your turn Jon.” I told an abbreviated version of my story, and it was as well received than all the others.

When I rejoined Katie a few minutes later she said, “That was really cool Jon. You guys are a lot of fun, and she really is a slut.” Then she planted a passionate, toe curling kiss on me that left me dizzy, and whispered in my ear, “I’m glad she taught you how to eat pussy, because you really are a master. Take me home and fuck me, I’m horny!” We said our goodbyes, and drove back to my house, where Katie and I fucked each other to exhaustion.

The first thing I felt the next the morning was a wet mouth sucking on my manhood. When I opened my eyes, I saw Katie’s wet, hairless vulva dripping on my face. I grabbed the cheeks of her beautiful ass, and dove, tongue first into her pussy, causing her to gasp and swallow my cock to the hilt. She backed off, catching her breath, and we brought each other to a mutual orgasm, several minutes later.

After sharing a shower, we ate breakfast at my kitchen snack bar, still nude, and discussed the day ahead of us. You see, Katie was one of Connie’s friends originally. We only became good friends after she kicked her cheating husband out and filed for divorce about a month after my wife’s funeral. It started with her making dinner for me, and we finally became ‘fuck buddies’ about a year later. We both dated other people casually, often having lunch the next day, and discussing our respective partner’s ‘performance’.

Katie told me that several of my old classmates had caught her eye, and asked if I minded if she went home with one and fucked his or her brains out. I told her to ‘go for it’, and she told me that I should ‘go after’ Cindy. She said that she would ‘run interference’ with Cindy’s husband for me. I told her that wasn’t necessary, and that I would leave whatever happened up to Karma. When we were done with breakfast, she grabbed my flaccid cock and said, “I need some more of this before I go home lover,” and dragged me to the bedroom.

I was completely hard by the time we got there, and we started fucking like animals as soon as we hit the bed. I was on my back, and she was riding me like she was breaking a wild mustang. It was an intense, although somewhat short session, which ended with both of us coming together. Afterward I was exhausted, but she was unusually energized, jumping off and running into the bathroom. She came back shortly, kissing me on the lips and cock and said, “See you later lover.” and left my house in a rush.

Later that day I was standing in front of the full length mirror in the bedroom, making sure my tie was straight, when the doorbell rang. When I opened the door, Katie was standing there wearing a dress that was stunning and sexy, while being tasteful. She breezed into the house and did a pirouette saying, “How do I look?” I had to pick my jaw up off of the floor before answering, “Wow!” After I calmed down I put on my suit coat, and led her to my Explorer and drove us the five miles to the country club where the reunion dinner dance was held.

When we walked into the ballroom at the club, we were greeted by Becky Cospito, the Vice President of our senior class. She gave us our name badges and I signed the registry. The first hour was spent mingling with classmates and former teachers. Where there were about fifty people at the VFW the night before dressed casually, tonight it appeared that there were nearly one hundred fifty in attendance. The ladies wore dresses, and the men wore suits, and the ambience was subdued festive.

Everyone chose their own seats, and the old cliques sat together, as always. Dinner was a buffet, and it was excellent. Afterwards, there were the obligatory speeches by the class officers and former teachers, and then the tables were cleared as a small band began to play 60’s and 70’s music. Katie and I danced with each other for the first two songs, and then she whispered in my ear that she saw Cindy’s husband on his phone. I turned around to see him leaving alone and her sitting alone at their table.

Katie whispered to me, “Go for it Jon, I think I’m going to get lucky tonight.” as she motioned to three of my classmates who were looking lustfully at me.” I whispered back, “If I remember correctly, Mark and Kent used to be hung, but Gary used to have a tiny cock.” We both laughed and she headed over to the bar where the three guys she was interested in were standing.

I walked over to where Cindy was sitting alone at the table with a sad look on her face. I sat next to her and we talked about our lives and children. When the band played a manisa escort slow song, I asked her to dance, and she accepted. After three more songs, I walked her back to her table, and asked her if she wanted a drink, and she said that she would like a martini. I returned to the table with her drink and a scotch for me, and we talked more about trivial things.

After three more drinks and six more dances, Cindy was noticeably inebriated, so I asked her husband Brent. She slurred, “He said he had an emergency call from his office, and they were sending a car for him to ‘put out a fire’ in Bloomington. I know that was probably a lie. He’s probably shacked up with his secretary at her parent’s house. The part about Bloomington was true though. Her parents do live there, and they are on a Caribbean cruise.” I asked her if she wanted to go home with me, and she agreed, as long as she drove. She had to return the rental to the airport in the morning, and I agreed.

I told her to wait a minute, and walked over to where four of my classmates were surrounding Katie. I handed her the keys to my Explorer, and told her that I would see her sometime tomorrow. She gave me a big hug and thumbs up, and we parted company. I went back to Cindy’s table and held out my arm for her to grab, and we walked, arm in arm to her rental, a big black Lexus. She drove us to her hotel, and as soon as the door was closed, she wrapped her arms around me and gave me a passionate kiss.

Next we had a race to see how quickly we could get out of our clothes. It was a tie, and we kissed and groped our way to the bed where I kissed and caressed her firm boobs. I paid particular attention to her nipples and aerolas. It looked like time had been very kind to her body, and if there had been any work done, I did not see any scars. I kissed my way down her body, and nibbled my way around her smooth hairless, now dripping vulva.

When I spread her labia open, and drove my tongue into her vagina, she started to scream and shake as her first orgasm overtook her. I kept after her, adding two fingers in her vagina, and one in her ass, and held her in a constant state of orgasmic bliss, as I sucked and nibbled on her clitoris. Finally, I let her down, and watched her squirm semiconscious until her eyes started to open. I then drove my rock hard manhood into her in one slow powerful stroke. Her eyes rolled back in his head, and I started gently stroking in and out of her until she opened her eyes and said, “Fuck me like an animal Jon!” I complied, and we fucked like teenagers until I came, after giving her two orgasms of her own.

Later, lying in each other’s arms, Cindy said, “Wow Jon, you used to be an amazing pussy eater, but now you really are a fucking machine. Brent is ten years younger than you, but he has never made me feel the way you just did. I really regret not letting you fuck me that day in the car.” I smiled at her and said, “I was a virgin then, Cindy. I probably would not have lasted very long, so it was probably best that we didn’t do it then.” She grabbed my half hard cock and said, “Well I definitely want more of this, and my plane doesn’t leave until Noon tomorrow so,” climbing on top of me in the sixty-nine position, and swallowed my cock to the hilt.

Not one to be outdone, I assaulted her labia and clitoris with my tongue and fingers, and as soon as she had me fully hard, she turned around and impaled herself on my fully erect cock. She rode me like a madwoman, and I mauled her beautiful boobies. After she came two more times, I joined her third orgasm with my second. She then collapsed on top of me, and fell asleep. I reached over and turned off the lamp on the bedside table and joined her in slumber soon after.

When I awoke, my morning wood was still buried in Cindy’s vagina, and soon after she started fucking my cock before she totally woke up. When she opened her eyes and saw my face, she smiled and started riding me wildly, saying, “Yea Brent, take that you stupid cheating bastard. I’m fuckin a real man now, instead of that tiny little dick of yours!” She had two orgasms before I came and my filling her cunt with my cum sent her over the edge and gave her a third. She came down kissing and trying to shove her tongue down my throat. Finally, she jumped off of me and ran for the bathroom, holding her crotch to keep our combined juices from leaking onto the carpet. I got up and casually walked into the bathroom where Cindy was sitting on the toilet peeing. I walked over and stood in front of her and said, “Scoot back, I need to piss too.”

She complied and I pointed my half-hard cock into the space between her pussy and the front of the bowl, and let loose with a powerful stream. When I finished, Cindy grabbed my cock and sucked it clean. I looked her straight in the eyes and said, “So My cock is bigger than fancy boy Brent’s.”

She responded immediately, “Yes Jon dear, by a long shot. I married him because his parents had money, but he barely fills me. He has a real inferiority complex about it, so I mardin escort guess that’s why he cheats. He is constantly looking for a younger, tighter pussy to make him feel like a man.”

I pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature. I stepped into the tub and helped her get in with me. I grabbed the small bottles of body wash and shampoo, switched on the shower and held Cindy in my arms started to wash her gently, touching every inch of her beautiful body. After I washed and rinsed her completely, she did the same to me, spending a lot of time on my cock, until it was completely hard. When she turned around and bent over, grabbing her knees, I knew what to do next. I slid my cock into her eager cunt and fucked her till she came again.

The water was getting cooler, so I rinsed us both off, and grabbed the towels to dry us off. As she dried her hair, I called room service and ordered breakfast. Being a typical woman, the food arrived before she finished in the bathroom, and we ate breakfast on the rumpled bed in the nude. When she finished she asked, “have you got one more fuck in you tiger?” When I nodded, she said, “Good, I want you to fuck my ass!” and got on all fours with her ass in the air. I don’t know how, but my cock rose to the occasion, and I got behind her and slid into recently well fucked pussy. When she complained, I said, “Don’t worry, I’m just getting it lubed up.” As soon as I had him properly lubricated, I pulled it out and drove it slowly, but firmly into her rosebud until I was buried completely in her bowels.

She let out a long sigh saying, “Yesssssss, now fuck me till I can’t walk lover!” I did exactly that, and she had another orgasm before I filled her colon, and causing her to have another orgasm, and collapse under me. When I started to pull out of her, she stopped me, saying “Wait.” She reached under the pillow and produced a jeweled butt plug, and told me to push it in as soon as I pulled out. I did as she asked, and then she said, “I want to keep your seed in me all day. I plan on telling Brent everything we did, and I am going to make him eat your cum out of my ass when we get home. I want him to see what a satisfied, well fucked woman looks like!”

We both got dressed, I carried their bags downstairs and loaded them in their rented Lexus, while she checked out of the room. She drove us to the Airport, and we checked in the rental car and then the bags through to Ohare. Then we sat waiting for her husband and his bimbo.

Brent and Jeannie showed up about a half hour later, and Cindy embraced her husband and kissed him on the cheek. I was introduced to Jeannie, and shook Brent’s hand, telling him, “I was happy to be able to take care of Cindy for you. We had a good time catching up last night.” He had a strange look on his face, but smiled politely.

Brent and Cindy walked through security with their carryon bags, and Jeannie asked me if I needed a ride home. I told her I did, and we walked to a bright red Miata convertible. As we drove to my house, the skinny little twenty-something blonde remarked, “Brent really likes fucking me because my pussy is so much tighter than his wife’s old worn out cunt.”

Hearing that I remarked, “He must have a really small cock, because she has one of the tightest pussies I’ve ever fucked. Hell, she’s at tight now as she was when we used to fuck in high school, fifty years ago.” Her eyes got big and she slammed on the brakes pulling over to the side of the road. She looked at me and said, “Don’t fuck with me, old man!” “OK,” I said, and undid my pants, pulling them and my boxers down to my knees. She stared open mouthed at my half hard cock, still red from fucking Cindy last night and this morning. She reached over and grabbed ahold of it, her fingers not touching because of its girth, and said, Holly Fuck, can I have some of that?”

“Do you think you can handle it, little girl?” I said in my best ‘pervy’ voice. “I don’t know mister, but I sure want to try.” She said in a ‘little girl’ voice, and put her car in gear, spinning her wheels and spewing gravel all over the road, as I pulled up my pants. When we got to my house, I retrieved my extra house key from its hiding place under a rock by the door, and we went directly into the master bedroom.

We both undressed in record time, and standing in front of me was a beautiful young blonde about 5′ tall, with firm grapefruit sized boobs topped with tiny erect nipples, a slender waist, above a nice round bubble butt and hips and shapely legs. Her vulva was a tiny ‘innie’ that was not shaved, but covered with soft looking blonde fuzz. My cock rose to ‘attention’, and she said “Holly Fuck, you’re huge!” after she fell backwards onto my bed and spread her legs wide open like she was doing the splits.

I crawled between her legs and started ‘eating lunch’, and she responded by wrapping her legs around my head and moaning, “Ohhh… Gooood.” I stuck two fingers in her vagina, and one in her ass as I sucked on her tiny ‘pearl’, and brought her to a screaming, squirting orgasm. When she relaxed her grip on my head, I lined my cock up with her dripping wet pussy, and drove slowly into the tightest snatch I had been in since my wedding night, until I had impaled her to the hilt. She responded by having another orgasm, screaming unintelligible gibberish.

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CHAPTER 1

It had been many years since I had visited New York. So long that on my last visit the Twin Towers were still standing. So the prospect of a week there on business, with all expenses paid, was too good to turn down. I handed all the details to my P.A. Janet and left her to make the arrangements knowing that she knew perfectly what would and what would not suit me. She had been my P.A. for over 15 years now and we had formed a close relationship – both in work and also socially where our families often got together for meals etc.

“One thing I forgot to mention” I said, as Janet started to check out flight times and hotels for the trip. “I need to take an assistant with me. How do you fancy a few days in a smart hotel, in the city that never sleeps?”

Janet’s face lit up at the prospect. In all the years she had worked with me the height of her opportunities to accompany me had been a couple of overnight stays in Harrogate and the Midlands.

“You mean it?” Janet gasped.

“Certainly” I replied, “I think you’ve earned it”.

The reality started to sink in and then came the familiar female response “But what will I wear?”

I smiled and made my excuses to go back to my office to let Janet bask in the glow of my news.

Let me explain a little more about Janet and our relationship before I carry on. She is a lovely lady, at 45 about 10 years younger than me. She is a joy to work with and I cannot remember us ever having a cross word. But, and it is a big but, there is no sexual chemistry between us at all. In a way I think that is why our relationship works so well. There is no hidden agenda and Janet and I see one another as work colleagues and friends, but nothing more.

I have to admit that there have been times in the past when my imaginary repertoire of females reserved for masturbation purposes has got a little low or over-used and Janet has ( in my imagination ) helped me reach a climax as I thought of what it might be like to bend her over my desk, lift her skirt and take her in a way that we might both enjoy. Little did I know of her own thoughts on the matter. Common sense has, however, always prevailed when we are alone together and the fear of spoiling the wonderful relationship we have, by risking finding out whether my advances would be welcome or not, has always cooled my emotions.

A couple of days later Janet announced that everything was booked, direct flights to JFK, two rooms on the same floor in a smart Manhattan hotel and even a taxi awaiting us at the airport. She had even resolved our visa waiver requirements without the need for me to do anything for myself. It showed the efficiency that was Janet’s trademark and so I just settled back to wait for the time for our trip to arrive and concentrated my own efforts on preparing the figures and paperwork that I needed to take with us.

It was almost time for our departure when I got into work early one morning to find Janet’s desk surprisingly empty. Within a few minutes my private line rang.

“Hi John, it’s Janet”. I could tell from her voice that there was something wrong. “I’m over in Yorkshire. My mother had a stroke last night and I had to dash over here. She’s still unconscious at the minute and I am just off back to the hospital in a few minutes.”

“I’m so, so sorry” I stumbled, trying to find the right thing to say.

“I’m going to have to stay over here for a while.” Janet continued, ” I’ve spoken with the H.R. department and arranged some compassionate leave. But I’m afraid the New York Trip is off – for me at least” . The disappointment was clear in Janet’s voice.

“Don’t worry about that” I said with authority “Your mother’s health is much more important. You take as long as it needs. And give her my love. When she gets better perhaps we can find another way to make up for this. “

With that Janet made her apologies and left for the hospital, leaving me to think of the best way forward.

All the documentation was clearly marked in her desk drawer, air-line tickets, copies of hotel reservations etc. Now it was my turn to resolve things in Janet’s absence.

I wasn’t sure whether to make the trip alone but my colleagues assured me that it would be much easier with someone to take notes and make sure that everything was just right and also there were one or two functions to attend which would be easier with a companion. They suggested replacements for Janet but in every case they were married ladies with commitments to school runs, childcare etc. Given more notice I am sure that several of them would have jumped at the opportunity but it was now Thursday and the flights were booked for early the following Tuesday.

The only prospect seemed a younger, unmarried lady but our company was renowned for keeping its employees happy and very few vacancies had ever arisen. I scratched my head and then the perfect solution came to me. Sophie. Why had I not thought of her before. She was much younger than Janet, only in her early kahramanmaraş escort twenties and not long out of college. She had been filling in helping other colleagues and had not formed any one-to-one working relationship as yet and so no-one would be disadvantaged by her absence from the office for a week or so.

Sophie and I had not had too much contact before. She always smiled if we met in the corridor and there was something quite attractive about her. She wore the usual business type attire but her skirts always seemed a little bit shorter than the norm and her blouses a little tighter too – or was that just the imaginings of a much older man. There was something about her that caused a quickening of the pulse as she walked down the corridor with her cute ass swaying a little but at my age it did not take much to quicken the pulse.

There was only one way to find out if she would be able to stand in for Janet and so I rang the main receptionist and asked her if she could ask Sophie to nip up to my office as soon as she was available.

CHAPTER 2

About 10 minutes later there was a knock on the door and before I had chance to respond the door opened and Sophie leant through it.

“You wanted to see me” she said in a voice that gave a hint that she thought she might be in line for some kind of reprimand.

“Come in and take a seat” I replied trying to indicate to her that she was not in any sort of trouble.

Sophie took a seat across from me, crossed her legs and smiled awaiting what I had to say.

Firstly let me have a re-cap on something I said earlier. I mentioned that she was quite attractive. As she sat there making eye contact with me I had to re-assess my previous comments. As I looked at her more closely than I ever had before I realised that she was more than quite attractive, in fact she was quite stunning. Her hair was brown and shoulder length, her eyes hinted at a naughtiness that was re-enforced by the sexy smile she wore. As she sat there her crossed legs made her skirt ride up to mid-thigh. Her suit jacket was open and the white blouse she wore seemed translucent in my office lighting. I could see the outline of a soft lacy bra beneath which seemed to be struggling to control her firm, pert breasts.

All in all Sophie was quite a dish and I so hoped that she was available to join me in New York. Something about her told me this could be a trip I would never forget.

I quickly outlined the matter at hand and as I did so Sophie’s spirits clearly rose. She had knocked on my door expecting some kind of rebuke and within minutes found herself in line for her first business trip.

Sophie told me she was single and still lived at home. She had a boyfriend but he would not be a problem as he often travelled overseas himself, on business, and was in fact away at present. It was agreed she would stand in for Janet until she returned and I dismissed her telling her to get the names altered on the flight tickets and hotel reservations and to make sure her visa waiver position was resolved. She smiled as she left the office and I watched that cute ass disappear back into the corridor with an even more pronounced wiggle.

We worked together on the Friday and I could sense a good working relationship beginning and also something I had never felt with Janet – there was clearly some sexual chemistry and there was something in the way that Sophie looked at me that said she was looking forward to this trip as much as I was. Perhaps it was just my imagination but I sensed her look at me in a way I was not used to being looked at during working hours.

Over the weekend I found Sophie dropping into my mind more than was good for me. I could not believe I had failed to notice how good-looking she was. I must really be getting old!! – and yet when I did think of her there was a reaction in my trousers that made me feel much, much younger. A throbbing that twice over the weekend led to me having to masturbate to relieve the lusting. And on both occasions the object of my desires was a lady, younger than my daughters, who would soon be joining me on the other side of the Atlantic. Afterwards I felt a little stupid. This girl was more than 30 years younger than me, with a boyfriend who would be much more virile and attractive than me. What could Sophie possibly see in me?

Monday came and we spent a lot of time together making sure everything was ready for an early start on Tuesday. The perfume she wore, which at first I found a little over-powering, had now become my favourite. She radiated a warmth of spirit and her youthfulness was infectious. And to cap it all she had the ability to arouse longings that seemed so foreign, longings that, on one hand seemed ridiculous, but which .on the other hand, felt so real.

“I hope I packed everything I need” Sophie asked enquiringly ” What will we be doing in the evenings?”

Visions of romantic meals together sprung to my mind but I did kastamonu escort not want to frighten her away before we had even got on the plane.

“Oh I am sure we will find something to do” I, at last replied ” There is plenty to see in New York. And if there is anything you forget there are lots of places to shop in Manhattan.”

I ended by adding a little suggestive comment “As long as you packed enough clean panties then we can sort out the rest”

In all the years I had worked with Janet I had never spoken to her in a suggestive way but there was something about Sophie that seemed to welcome this kind off banter and flirting. And her response left me, for once, dumbfounded.

“Oh yes, I’ve packed plenty of frillies” she laughed “And any way it’s not a problem. I quite often don’t bother to wear any, especially when I go out for the evening.” She turned and gave me a knowing smile that made me wonder if she was in fact wearing any at that moment!!

Sophie was having an amazing effect on me and as we left together that evening I wondered what the next few days together would bring.

CHAPTER 3

The taxi picked me up from home at 5am and in 45 minutes I was deposited in the international departure lounge and looking round for Sophie. Within a few minutes she appeared from nowhere. Even at that early hour she looked good enough to eat. We checked our bags in for the flight and went to share a coffee and some breakfast.

The chatter between us was light and personal, much more like two people ready to set off on a holiday than on a business trip. Sophie wanted to know all about my family, my background and my career path to reaching my present position whilst I wanted to know about her boyfriend and her own career ambitions. She seemed surprised to know that I was a grandfather already and I wondered if it might have been too early to disclose such information that would make me seem even older in her eyes, but there was something about her that made me feel comfortable and made me happy to tell her anything she might want to know about me.

Soon we were boarding and, being ever the gentleman, I let Sophie take the window seat whilst I sat in the aisle. Fortunately the aircraft was a 2-4-2 layout and so there was no-one sitting to my left to distract our conversation as we continued to get to know one another better. I thought about trying to do a little work and letting Sophie get stuck into the magazines she had bought at the airport but there was something about her that made me feel younger and, at my time of life, I wanted to hang on to the elixir of youth that her words and smiles gave me for as long as I could. And, in any event, each time I tried to focus on the papers before me my eyes were dragged to my right where the sight of Sophie’s lovely, toned legs made concentrating on work even harder.

Sophie was dressed in a smart navy blue business suit but the skirt seemed ever so slightly shorter than usual. From first sitting down it had ridden up above her knee and as the journey passed each movement seemed to make it rise more. Sophie made no attempt to correct the situation and seemed totally happy to be exposing a large amount of her thighs. In fact I think she was fully aware of the effect her legs were having on me as she often caught me glancing in their direction. I was beginning to wonder whether today was a day when she had chosen to abandon her underwear when she leaned across and whispered in my ear, as if able to read my innermost thoughts.

“Don’t worry, I remembered to put them on today. Didn’t want to let the company down” she smiled.

My cock began to harden slightly at the intimacy that Sophie felt happy to share with me. At least I now knew she was wearing panties. Now my thoughts turned to the colour and style of those panties. But as she seemed capable of reading my mind I thought it better to try and clear those thoughts from my head and fortunately the stewardess arrived to take our order for food and drink. Now I would be able to lower my meal tray and so, if and when my cock felt the need to stiffen it would be hidden from Sophie’s gaze.

The meal passed with more chatter and we shared some wine and before we knew it the pilot was announcing that we would soon be descending. I had managed to keep my cock under control and return our conversation to a more normal one but each time I looked across at Sophie’s legs I felt a slight throbbing between my legs at the thought of what might lie between Sophie’s.

Soon we were leaving our seats and Sophie’s skirt returned to its normal length and we were off to reclaim our baggage and meet up with our taxi driver. Our business suits and briefcases seemed to speed our way through US immigration much quicker than I remembered when on family holidays to Florida and soon we were passing through a group of taxi drivers holding up name boards. At last I saw the one which carried my name and introduced myself.

“Hi, kayseri escort my name’s Sam, welcome to the Big Apple” he announced with a smile he had no doubt used hundreds of times before, “Let me take your bags”.

Sam looked across at Sophie and then across to me and then finally back to Sophie. I could imagine the thoughts going through his head ‘What is a stunning babe like this doing with this old guy’. He gave me the smile of a man who wished he could swap places with me.

Soon we were in the cab and pulling away from the airport terminal.

“Crowne Plaza, Times Square?” Sam asked “at least that’s what the lady told me”

“Yes, that’s right” I responded.

“Are you in any hurry to get there?” Sam added ” Because if not I could give you the whistle-stop tour on the way, give you some ideas of things you might like to see whilst you’re here”. It was obviously a quiet day and Sam was mindful of his tip.

“That would be fine” I replied “It’s years since I was here….and Sophie has never been before and we have nothing special to do until tomorrow.”

“Ok, leave it to me” said Sam, happy to have been given the freedom to expand his fare, “Are you guys here on business or pleasure”

I could note the hint of irony in Sam’s voice as he looked through his rear-view mirror at us. As we sat side by side in the back of the taxi Sophie’s skirt had returned to the level it had reached on the aircraft and Sam was obviously enjoying the view as much as I had previously.

“Mostly business” I said, “But I’m sure we will find the time to have a bit of fun as well”. Thoughts of Sophie’s legs and what lay even higher sprang to mind but I tried to hide the lust in my voice. I wasn’t sure if Sam picked up on the innuendo in my statement but Sophie clearly did. I felt her left hand move gently across my right leg and come to rest on the crotch of my trousers. She gave my cock and balls a gentle squeeze and then her hand was gone. I turned to look at her but she was looking out of the cab window as if nothing had happened.

Thoughts were spinning in my head. Despite the fact that the physical side of my marriage had not been great for many years I loved my wife and had never been tempted to be unfaithful and yet here was a young women who seemed able to make me lust for her in a way I had long forgotten. Part of me wished that it was Janet sitting next to me – safe, dependable, unexciting Janet. Instead her place had been taken by someone who seemed sexy, alluring and who was giving me clear indications that she was available too. My mind was telling me to focus on my work, to think of my family at home and not to allow this flirtation to affect my working relationship with Sophie. My cock was telling me differently. In the days ahead it would be a test as to which would be stronger, mind or cock. Deep down I think I already knew who was likely to be the winner if the conflict between the two ever arose.

The tour of the city took my mind off more carnal thoughts as Sam displayed his knowledge, and driving abilities, to us. By the time we pulled up outside the Crowne Plaza and he helped us with our bags I was beginning to wonder if it had really happened. If for one second Sophie really had squeezed my cock. I wished I could have been hard at the time and given her more of a thrill and thinking that only served to make it happen for real as I felt those old familiar stirrings down below.

Sam helped us to the hotel reception. I paid him and he left us with his card and a “Have a Nice Day”. He winked at me and took a last glance over at Sophie. How was it that Americans had the ability to say the most corny things and yet make them sound so genuine.

Soon we were checked in and with the porter’s help on the way to our rooms on the 17th floor. In a way I was glad that we were not alone in the lift. Part of me wanted to express my thoughts and feelings right there and then but I needed to explore fully what Sophie’s take was on the way we seemed to be getting closer and closer.

We dropped off Sophie at her room before going to mine, twenty or thirty yards down the corridor. I left her with a smile.

“Give me a ring when you are unpacked and freshened up and perhaps we can take a walk to stretch our legs and get our bearings” I said, hoping it would not take her too long. I had spent most of the day with her and already I knew that I wanted to spend as much time with her as was possible before we had to return to the UK and normality.

“Ok” replied Sophie, in a way that indicated that she was looking forward to the days ahead too, “Will casual clothes be ok?”.

“Perfect” I replied “Whatever you feel most comfortable in.”

CHAPTER 4

My room was a typical US hotel room, large Queen-size bed and all the usual trimmings. I checked out the bathroom which was more of a wet-room with open shower. I altered my watch to Eastern USA time and then got my mobile phone and sent a few texts to my wife and children telling them I had arrived safely. Then I started to unpack my things and put them away in the drawers and wondered if Sophie was doing the same. ‘Had she brought a nightdress or did she sleep naked?’ ‘Would I get the chance to find out or was this just a big game to her?’ These and many more thoughts filled my head and then the phone rang.

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Kara unlocked the door to her new townhouse and smiled back at her boyfriend, Glen.

“See look how good it looks,” she asked him.

“You were right this place is really nice, I’m jealous. You and Sandy get to stay here and I have to live in my dump of a dorm room.” Glen said.

They were both twenty-two years old and seniors in college. Kara and her friend Sandy had decided to move off campus that year while Glen remained in his dorm room with his friend, Harry, and their asshole-roommate Marcus.

“Come on let me show you which room I get.” Kara said, she grabbed Glen’s hand and pulled him inside the door. They had come in the back door and were now in the kitchen. Kara escorted him into the barren living room and up the corner staircase. At the top of the stairs was a short hallway with three doors. Kara pushed open the door on the left and flicked on the light switch.

Glen followed her in and looked around the room.

“See won’t this be nice? I’ll put my desk here and my bureau there, look at the closet doors don’t they beat the dorms?”

“Yeah I’m officially very jealous.” Glen said smiling. He poked out his lower lip exaggerating a pout-face. Kara walked over and cupped his face in her small, warm hands.

“Aww are you sad? Don’t worry you can come stay here all the time,”

“Oh yeah you mean it,” he said in a trembly voice continuing their game.

“Oh my yes I think you might have to come over every day and spend some time right,” she moved her hands from his face to his shoulders and ushered him back towards a corner of the room, “right here.”

“Why right here?” Glen said dropping his baby-voice.

“Cause this is where my bed will be.” Kara answered; she dropped from her play-voice into a throaty whisper.

“Ohhh I see.” Glen said, he wrapped his arms around her, his lips quickly kissing her forehead. Kara was 5’5, her forehead reaching up just to Glen’s mouth. She was fair skinned and had reddish blonde hair and mottled blue-gray eyes. She was a little over 130 pounds but a few of those pounds were in her lovely bust and her curved posterior. Glen loved those pounds.

Kara’s breasts were soft and round and so sensitive Glen just had to run his finger once around her nipple and it would stand solidly erect for minutes.

Glen’s hand reached around and gave her ass a squeeze. She looked around the empty room as if someone might see.

“Calm down,” he told her, “there’s nobody here but us.”

“Mmm, you’re right.” She agreed. Glen suddenly saw a look in Kara’s eye that made his cock twitch against the restraint of his pants. She pushed him up against the wall and kissed him deeply.

“Jesus,” he said once she withdrew her tongue from his mouth.

“I should take you to abandoned apartments more often,” he joked. Kara didn’t laugh and Glen wasn’t smiling. Their mouths came together as they crushed their lips against one another. Kara slowly ran her tongue around the circle of Glen’s mouth, wetting his lips even more.

Glen’s hands were spread flat across her shoulder blades squashing Kara’s breasts against his chest. Kara lowered her mouth and began to suck and nibble at the soft skin around Glen’s throat. His eyes reeling with pleasure Glen moved off the wall and laid Kara down on the carpet. It looked recently cleaned and vacuumed; their steps had left foot prints in grain of the fabric when they had walked across the room.

Kara continued to suckle on Glen’s neck as he ground his growing crotch against hers. She relinquished his neck with a small slurp as he hissed from the sensation. She could feel Glen’s cock in his pants, rubbing her, sending the occasional spark of feeling into her clit. Kara grabbed the hem of Glen’s t-shirt and pulled it up over his head stripping him. His chest and stomach rippled with slight muscle.

Glen was not a heavy set young man but he was athletic. His body was the product of many hours spent swimming in the pool and when he was tanned and sweaty Kara thought there was nothing more seductive than his glistening chest. Except maybe his seven-inch cock as it throbbed with excitement right before he fucked her silly with it.

Glen lowered his mouth leaving a trail of wet kisses down Kara’s throat to her chest. She was wearing a button up peasant shirt of paisley browns and blues. His fingers worked swiftly undoing the buttons from the bottom up, while his mouth and tongues slathered her sternum.

Small moans issued from Kara’s closed mouth. Her hands wove back and forth across Glen’s smooth back. She ran her fingers through his dark brown hair and kissed his forehead. Glen’s fingers touched the top most buttons, and with a quick flick, Kara’s shirt was off. He spread each half away from her. Without a second’s kuşadası escort hesitation he brought his mouth once again to her chest.

Still rubbing his crotch between the spreading hot spot between Kara’s legs, Glen’s hands began to undo her bra. He rubbed even harder when she arched her back to allow his hands access to her bra’s clasp; that forceful thrust made her mouth open into a silent ‘O’ of pleasure. Glen’s mouth kissed the skin between Kara’s breasts gently. His tongue slid over the edges of the fabric and left spots of wetness on the bulge of her tits.

After moments of his teasing Glen popped the clasp and ripped Kara’s bra away with his teeth. She looked at him with half closed eyes and pulled his head to her mouth. She kissed him again, her tongue wriggling far into his mouth. He sucked on her tongue rhythmically as he rubbed his groin against hers. Suck, rub, suck, rub, suck, rub.

Glen released her tongue with a sloppy kiss and with his mouth still wet with their mixed saliva; he swallowed the top of Kara’s pale breast. The pink nub and its wrinkled-with-elation surrounding went rigid as Glen’s hot lips enclosed it. Glen felt it harden from soft flesh into its erect position. Kara let a cry escape her lips as Glen began to flick his tongue against the underside of her nipple. His left hand traveled to her mouth while his right held on to Kara’s tit. She grabbed his left hand and pulled its index finger deep in her mouth. Her tongue ran circles around it. Once his finger was soaking wet Glen pulled it from Kara’s hot mouth and lightly touched her left breast.

His mouth and tongue still lashed Kara’s right breast and Glen’s wet finger began rubbing a circle around her left nipple. Kara shot a hand down inside her jeans and began rubbing herself. The sensations were building within her and it wouldn’t be long before her pussy was absolutely gushing.

Kara grabbed Glen’s head from her tits and kissed him. Their breathing was ragged as they moved to sitting positions. Kara’s hands had unbuttoned Glen’s jeans and in seconds he had returned the favor.

They both pulled down each others pants then moved onto their knees once they were naked. Glen felt Kara’s large tits flatten out against his chest and moved side to side slowly rubbing his skin against the sensitive parts of her chest. His eager cock was erect and pushing against her legs. Glen nibbled at her ear as her warm fingers ran over the fuzz of his balls.

Since Glen swam he sometimes shaved his legs but he hadn’t been to a competition in years therefore his legs were a normal level of hairiness. However, during his swimming career he had found out that he enjoyed himself much more if his genitals were shaved. He didn’t bald himself but he trimmed his dark and curlies enough so that instead of being wild and wooly his pubic area was neat and trim. In a way it was much like the carpet he and Kara rolled around on right then. It had been a few weeks since his last shave and now there were decent sized prickles on the underside of his testicles. This was Glen’s favorite time to be with Kara, because every time one of those prickles got touched, licked or rubbed it sent shivers all through his body.

Kara had been shaving herself since she had turned fifteen. She had just found it a way to keep clean besides she didn’t care for a wooly pussy, she found herself much more appealing with a well-kept bush. She began getting wax jobs later on once she had gotten a steady job to pay for them. Glen’s fingers were now drumming against a smooth, professionally cleared pussy. Kara’s slit was slick with excitement allowing Glen’s fingers to slide up and down her wet lips with ease.

He eased her onto her back and laid his lower stomach on her soaking twat. He pushed his now throbbing cock down so it pulsed against Kara’s ass and lower vagina. The pressure on her clit was blowing her mind; Kara swam in the ecstasy and was drunk with the sensation. Glen drew his mouth away from her ear lobe and kissed her on her now swollen mouth. He dragged his tongue from her puffy lips then down her chest where his hands massaged each breast. Finally he pulled his tongue past her navel and moved his hands to the back of her knees pulling her legs into the air. He rested each leg on his shoulders and then dove into Kara’s warm pussy with vigor. His lips mashed against her clitoris as his finger darted inside her. He rubbed them up and down her slit and smiled to himself as she trembled.

“Oh god, keep going, oh god please,” Kara said, mewing with pleasure, through half-closed eyes she saw Glen wink at her from between her legs and felt his mouth engulf her clit. Glen sucked it hard for a minute then relaxed and let his tongue dance all over her kocaeli escort pussy. It darted inside then ran up to the top where here clit was swelling and tingling. Glen shook his head from side to side while his tongue waggled across her full lips.

Kara gripped the carpet while her first orgasm shook her body. Her thighs clamped against Glen’s head muffling her small shouts of bliss from his ears. Kara’s pussy had been soaking wet before but as she came Glen could feel it get somehow even wetter. His face was not just dewed by her juices; it was fully sopped in it.

As Kara’s cushion-like thighs released Glen’s head he smiled an “I-just-made-you-cum-reeaaal-good” smile. She returned it with a dreamy grin and dazed eyes. He moved up to her face and lay down beside her. She wiped his face with her hands and then licked her cooling wetness from her fingers. Kara kissed Glen with an open mouth and her tongue stretched into his mouth. Kara’s hot tongue swam through Glen’s mouth searching for more of her taste hoping to find every remaining drop.

Kara had never been with another woman, the closest she’d ever been was kissing a girlfriend in middle school once or tasting herself off a lover’s face or cock. Though she’d never admit it, being with a woman was one of Kara’s deepest fantasies and every time she tasted herself she got excited all thinking of how another woman might taste.

“Well I think we just christened this particular area and claimed it as yours, what do you think?” Glen said. She was curled into the loop of his left arm with his right hand brushing gently on her bare ass.

“I think it’s your turn.” She hissed. Kara put her hand against Glen’s shoulder and pushed him to the floor. Straddling his taught stomach, Kara began to tweak her nipples as she crooned to him.

“So what would you like? You want to just watch me play with myself? Huh? Or do you want to fuck me? Fuck me real good…” Kara’s twat was still dripping and she was leaving a warm slippery patch on Glen’s stomach. His cock was still very erect and as he was on his back it was lying down on his lower abs. Occasionally Kara’s swaying would cause her ass to touch the head of Glen’s dick and send an instant of ecstasy from the head to the base of the shaft.

“Oh I don’t know, Kara-bear, how about whatever you’d like to do?” Glen said after thinking about her offer. He had gotten plenty aroused as he’d sucked her pussy but now seeing tweaking her nipples while writhing on his stomach made him want her more. Glen was literally, up for anything.

“What I’d like to do huh,” Kara said considering the offer while still atop Glen’s body. “Okay I’d like you to fuck me and then I’d like to suck your big cock clean while you eat me out, how’s that sound for a to-do list?”

“Fun as hell.” Glen answered.

Kara reached behind her and found Glen’s dick with her hand. She slowly encircled it with a finger and thumb and began small, short strokes as her free hand continued playing with her nipples. Glen stretched backwards enjoying Kara’s fingers on the soft underside of his prick.

Glen felt her warm body come against his as she lay down on top of him. She put her elbows and knees to either side of his straddling him with her entire body; inching backwards Kara’s face flinched with pleasure as she brushed her eager pussy against Glen’s cock. She stopped moving when she felt the soft dry skin touch her moist twat. She lowered her groin until her outer lips engulfed the top of Glen’s dick. Slowly moving backwards Kara trailed her tongue down Glen’s chest. Glen, seemingly overwhelmed by the heat and moisture of Kara’s hot cunt, surprised her completely when he grabbed her hips and shoved his entire seven inches into her. A small gasp of mixed pleasure and surprise puffed out of her mouth but turned into a groan as he began to pump his dick in and out of her.

Kara straightened her back and gripped Glen’s bending stomach as he pounded her pussy. His feet were planted on the floor and his knees were bent giving him better leverage with which to bury his rod inside her. Kara rode him and ground her pussy with her eyes closed and her fingers either buried in the flesh of Glen’s body or pinching her own excited nipples. Glen’s balls made a soft thap sound each time he shoved himself up into Kara’s body. She loved that feeling, the tapping of her man’s balls as he plugged away at her. Kara felt herself nearing orgasm and by Glen’s struggling face he was too.

With some initial disappointment she slipped Glen’s dick out of her and stood up. Glen stayed beneath her, his dick glistening with her wetness and his face becoming calm again. Kara stood over him with her legs spread giving Glen a fantastic view of her sopping wet konya escort snatch; he slowly raised up a hand to finger it. She closed her eyes as his finger found her clit.

“No, no, mister, it’s time to clean that cock off.”

“But,” Glen began.

“Nope, no buts. Just lay there and lick me till I come all over your face again pretty boy.” Kara said putting her hands on her hips. As she clenched her body her tits jiggled up and down. The sight of it made Glen’s cock give a small jump.

“Yes ma’am.” He said giving her a small salute. Smiling she turned around and bent down with her knees, her ass cheeks spread wide revealing the pink pucker just above her pussy.

Once Kara reached her knees she backed her ass up so Glen could reach it. As she neared him the smell and her heat washed over his face. His face was swathed in the smell of her arousal. He noticed the spiciness that lay buried between the hills of her ass cheeks, and as she began to tap his thighs with her tongue he thought about which to lick first, her asshole or her cunt.

Glen put the tips of his index and middle finger into his mouth and drew them out, covered with his spit. Kara’s face nuzzled his cock as her tongue started wiping across his sack in broad wet strokes. Glen ran his wet fingers down the length of Kara’s ass crack and stopped as he reached her clenched asshole. Glen put his tongue on the skin between Kara’s anus and her cunt. With his two fingers pushing around her rectum, Glen started licking that small patch of skin. He covered that zone between Kara’s holes with his tongue, he spit on it and rubbed it in with lips, Kara wheezed with pleasure while her mouth was full of Glen’s thigh. His nose brushed her asshole while his chin rubbed her pussy; all the while his fingers were gently massaging her rear end’s most sensitive spot.

She had been licking Glen’s testicles diligently as he had started teasing her. Now she decided it was time to finally clean his dick off and once again taste her unique flavor. She ran her lips up and down Glen’s cock at varying speeds. Her left hand spread out on the floor next to his hip while her right was holding the base of his shaft.

Once she had licked each bit of her juice off his pulsing cock she opened her mouth and engulfed the mushroom-like head of Glen’s dick. From her toying Glen’s penis had throbbed and its head had turned from pink to a reddish purple with anticipation. She felt Glen’s tongue flicking away inside her soaking twat and his fingers were beginning to enter her asshole. She and Glen had never tried anal sex before, so her ass was exceptionally tight. Kara wasn’t opposed to taking a dick up her ass really, she’d fantasized about it but it had always seemed a little intimidating. She thought about it much more now that Glen was probing her asshole and making her thighs shake harder and harder.

Kara licked Glen’s head rhythmically and began bob her head up and down. She heard him begin to moan and grunt as he struggled to withhold his load. Her pussy had become a running river of fuck juice. By now, she thought, Glen must be nearly drowning in it. Kara began to bob faster and lick more frequently. The hand she had kept wrapped around the base of Glen’s shaft began to pump up and down. Her hand slid freely thanks to all the spit that had dribbled from her mouth down Glen’s cock. Kara watched as his balls started to slowly contract. At that moment she felt herself begin orgasm again, this time it was more than a nice starter-come, it was the real deal.

She rocked backwards letting Glen’s dick pop out of her mouth and began to scream.

“Oh yes, fuck yes! You suck my cunt, God yeah!” she cried, her hand still jerked up and down quickly on Glen’s dick sending small droplets of her saliva and his pre-cum all over both of them.

Glen gave a shuddering grunt as his dick released its large load, spurting hot come onto Kara’s sweaty flushed chest. His second string slopped a bit of it on her face. The third smeared across her belly and began to slowly drip down it.

After the main fireworks were over, Glen’s prick sputtered again, this time landing the gooey come on his stomach. Kara’s pussy had flooded Glen’s mouth and he’d swallowed every drop he could. His fingers had become slippery in her ass and he’d fingered Kara’s asshole so much he thought he could probably stick his dick up there without a drop of lube. Her thighs had clamped together as she’d rocked on Glen’s face but now they were loosening and she released him. She scooted forward and licked the cooling jism from Glen’s stomach. Kara turned and sat on the floor with her back against the wall. Glen watched as she rubbed his come into the flesh of her tits and with one finger collected what had sprayed her face. She showed him the gooey finger then popped it into her mouth. She pulled it out, clean as a whistle.

Glen crawled to her and kissed her, tasting the mixture of his come and her juice.

“Now this room is mine.” Kara said.

“Oh yes baby doll, this place is definitely yours.”

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Today’s been a long day. We’ve been out seeing friends of yours that you’ve not seen for a while. I’ve spent the entire day watching you, wanting you. That sexy bum of yours has been wandering about all day, wiggling about with that sexy but ladylike walk of yours, and I’ve spent all day just wanting to hold onto it while I fuck you. I’ve managed to steal some kisses, managed some caresses, but that’s not what I’ve been wanting.

But now we’re home and now you’re mine. No sharing with anyone else now. All mine.

You’re stood in front of a mirror, inspecting the look of some new earrings that you were given as a present. I come up behind you, you catch my eye and start to turn round. But I don’t let you. I take firm hold of your hips and stop you. Oh no, I want to see what I’m doing. I want you to see what I’m doing. I nuzzle your neck, smelling you, your perfume, your hair. My blood’s already pumping with idea of what I want, but I want slower. Time enough for giving into desire.

I start to gently kiss your neck, up to just below your ear, down to your shoulder, around the base of your neck, your hair, anywhere I can. One of my hands is stroking anywhere my lips have been, the other is keeping you pressed against me, just where I want you… for now. When you’re eyes aren’t closed in pleasure, you’re watching tokat escort what I’m doing. Your hands are holding my head as I kiss you, are reaching around to grasp my bottom, are wandering too.

Now I press your head around so I can kiss you, slowly at first but then harder and harder with the desire that’s raging through me. You’re still trying to turn around, but I’m not going to let you, not yet. I grab a chair and now we’re sitting, both of us still facing the mirror. I slowly remove your top and bra. I want your skin against my skin, so I do away with my top too. Now I can feel you better, soft, smooth and warm. I go back to your shoulders and neck with my lips and teeth, you squirm with pleasure as my hands stroke your chest and breasts. Your wriggling is rubbing against me, so very hard for you but I’m not going to give into the desire to tear your trousers off. Not yet, anyway. But in the mirror you can see the effect you’re having, so you’re rub against me more.

Now my self control is failing. I make you stand up and undo your trousers. I take them off of you slowly, trailing kisses all the way down. I go to make you sit in my lap again, but this time you’ve your own idea. Around you turn, push me back onto the chair and throw yourself onto my lap.

Now it’s your lips yozgat escort everywhere, kissing & teasing. Now it’s your hands everywhere, grasping, nails digging in. All I can do is hold on and gasp.

You pause for a moment, but it’s all I need. Now I have your hands behind your back and I’m kissing, licking and biting your front: your neck, your shoulders, your breasts. Then I’ve finally got my hands on your bottom and I’m lifting you up to kiss your tummy, darting my tongue ever further into your sexy shorts. Now I’m working my way back up again, returning to your breasts so I can gently lick your nipples in circles, until I take them into my mouth to suck & nibble.

But your hands have been busy while my mouth was. My trousers are undone and you tempt me with kisses (and, of course, your nails) into standing. Now I’m trouser-less and boxer-less, standing naked and very turned on. Your turn now, away with your shorts, however sexy they may be. But I’m not standing back up. No I’m going to turn my attention to between your legs.

Slowly I bite and lick my way up from your knees. My hands caress your legs, thighs and bottom, working their way up your back to gentle squeeze your nipples. Eventually my tongue reaches it’s final destination, and I slowly lick around, along, inside. zonguldak escort You’re having problems standing so you stagger back to the table in front of the mirror and rest against it as I continue giving you my full attention. Your hands are running through my hair, are grasping the edge of the table, are running over your own body as I continue to lick. But now I start sucking, and now you’re really having problems standing.

But I stop and now I’m licking very, very slowly. Up and down, biting my way down your thighs again and licking back up again. Again I’m sucking, surrounding your clitoris with my lips which I suck and lick. You’re sounding like you’re getting close, so again I slow down, I lick gently, all the time looking up at you so I can see, not just hear, the effect I’m having on you.

I kiss my way up your body, and gently lift you onto the table. You rest against the mirror, the cold glass a contrast to how warm you’re feeling. I spread your legs and enter you while I stare into your eyes, my hands grasping your hips, yours grasping mine. You use your legs to pull me close, both of gasping with pleasure. You lock your legs behind me, and now I’m yours. I’m in your power, nothing I can do as you pull me closer and push me away. We start slowly, caressing each others bodies. Then I use a hand to give you more pleasure, stimulating you more and more. We’re moving faster and faster now, getting closer and closer, louder and louder until we clench each other in climax.

You go limp in exhaustion so I pull you up to give you a big hug in the mutual afterglow, all mine even more now.

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‘Excited Baby?’ I said to Ashley.

‘Excited about arriving but not about the long flight’ she replied.

‘At least it’s overnight so we can sleep hopefully’ I pointed out.

‘As long as there are no screaming babies’. She said as she frowned at a baby nearby.

Ashley and I were just boarding a long haul flight to Australia, for a hard earned trip away together. She looked stunning in a pair of blue jeans that perfectly showed off her great legs and amazing arse, whilst on top she wore a simple top that clung to her breasts just teasing me with a glimpse of them under her jacket. I couldn’t believe I was so lucky to be going away with this sexy girl!! I couldn’t wait to arrive in Australia to do all manner of naughty things to her in our hotel room.

Luckily the flight had a few empty seats and we managed to get three seats between the two of us which meant we could stretch out somewhat.

After we finished our meal the cabin crew announced that the main lights would be shut off to allow people to sleep if they wanted.

‘I’m gonna try and get some sleep ok baby?’ she said to me.

‘Sure, I’m gonna finish watching this movie then I might join she. Lie back against me if it’s more comfortable.’ I shifted myself into a position where she could lie comfortably on me and use me as a pillow.

She quickly fell asleep as I finished watching my film. I wasn’t really that tired so contemplated starting to watch another one, when she shifted in her sleep. As she turned over, her hand that she was using as a pillow came to rest against the crotch of my pants. I checked to see if she was awake and being cheeky, but she was still fast asleep – it was just coincidence.

From my angle I could see under the blanket and down the cleavage of her top. I could see the swell of her breast as it disappeared down into her bra, and this view combined with the hand on my crotch was very quickly turning me on.

After a minute of back and forth decision making the feelings in my cock were too strong to ignore and I decided to have some fun with her. I had a quick look around and most people were asleep with just a few people watching the tv’s in the backs of their chairs. I slid down in my seat so that I was almost lying down next to her, and she snuggled up against me. I kissed her lightly on the lips and she didn’t wake up, so I planted soft kisses all over her face and then started to kiss her neck. She sighed softly and sleepily whispered ‘what are kırşehir escort you doing baby?’

I whispered back ‘You’re so sexy I couldn’t resist you, plus you turned me on by accident before.’

I explained about how her hand had fell to my crotch and how the angle she was lying at had given me a great view down her shirt. As I got to the end of that she grabbed my head and we started kissing deeply as she pressed her body up against me.

I slid my hand along her back and down to feel her gorgeous arse, and then roamed back up her back, which elicited a quiet moan from her. I roamed all over before unhooking her bra, to free her sexy breasts. I adjusted the blanket over us to make sure what we were doing couldn’t be seen, providing we didn’t move too much, and then slipped her bra out and dropped it on the floor.

As I moved my hand around to feel her breast, we heard someone walking along the aisle, and quickly pretended to be asleep.

‘It’s so naughty thinking that we could get caught,’ she whispered, ‘God it makes me want you so bad though.’

With that we resumed kissing as I again felt around to her breast. I slowly rubbed all around her breasts, avoiding her nipples until she begged me to rub them. I slowly began to rub her nipples, which were already rock hard, as she closed her eyes in pleasure and let out a light gasp.

‘Oh god Ben, it feels like I could come just from getting my nipples rubbed!! They are so sensitive right now!! Fuck I’m so turned on Ben, my panties are soaked, I’m so wet for you.’ she whispered in my ear, as I continued to play with her nipples.

She reached down to my jeans and felt how hard I was and gave me a cheeky grin. She undid the button and then slowly zipped down my pants and then reached inside and pulled out my rock hard cock.

‘Mmmmmm someone else is turned on as well!’ she whispered as she expertly stroked my hard cock.

‘Fuck Ash that’s so good baby, oh god I want you. I really wanna be inside she right now!!’

I reached my hand down and began to rub her pussy through her jeans. She wasn’t wrong about being turned on!! I could feel her wetness through the jeans! She gasped as I rubbed harder and I knew that I had to make her come.

I undid the button on her jeans and wiggled them down enough to give me a bit of access. Now under the blanket her soaking wet pussy was only covered by a pair of lacy panties.

‘Let me take care of you malatya escort first.’ I whispered as our arms were getting tangled trying to pleasure each other. She nodded eagerly and let go of my hard cock, giving it a goodbye stroke and a wink to me.

I began to rub her pussy in earnest, just teasing her by rubbing her through her panties until they were absolutely soaked. She was trying to stay quiet as she gasped in pleasure while she pressed up against me. I pulled her panties to one side and slid one finger slowly up the length of her pussy and circled her clit. She let out an audible moan and then pressed her face hard up against my neck.

I brought my finger up to my mouth to taste her juices and as always she was wonderful.

‘Fuck you’re so sexy Ben, please make me come, my pussy is on fire.’ she whispered in my ear, as she begged me to make her come.

I slid my finger back down into the wetness of her pussy and slid two fingers inside her, causing her to gasp out loud and press her pussy into my fingers. I slid them out and began to circle her clit softly, alternating between softer and harder rubbing. She was breathing heavily as she tried not to move too much to avoid being caught. I carried on rubbing her clit, and every so often I plunged two fingers inside her increasingly wet pussy, each time causing a gasp of pleasure to escape her. She was so turned on that she didn’t take too long to get to the edge of sher orgasm.

‘Oh fuck Ben, fuck, that’s so fucking good baby!! God she know how to pleasure me!!!’ she whispered as I continued to circle her clit.

‘Fuck I’m getting so fucking close…I’m gonna come so hard!! Fuck…oh fuck babe.’ she was panting now as she got close to her orgasm.

‘Ben put your cock up against my pussy as I come! I want you to feel my wetness on your cock when I come!!’ she managed to gasp out as she approached her orgasm.

I wished that I was at the right angle to slide my cock inside her, but feeling her wetness as she came on my cock would be the next best thing. I was still rock hard and shifted slightly so that I would be ready for it when she came.

‘Fuck Ben, here it comes!! Oh fuck…shit…oh god…o my fucking god!! OH GOD BEN!! OH FUCK!! OH MY GOD!! OHH FUCK BEN I’M COMING!! OHHHHHHH FUCK!! OHHH BEN!! OHH YEA!! OH FUCK BEN!! OH BEN I’M FUCKING COMING!!! SO FUCKING HARD!!! OH GOD BEN!! Oh fuck…shit that was amazing Ben. I came so hard!!’ she managed niğde escort to complete almost all of this in a loud whisper, as she pressed up against my neck. So I’m sure someone heard but I didn’t care.

As she was coming I placed my hard cock along the length of her pussy as I felt her hot juices from her orgasm coating my cock. I desperately wanted to be inside her, as her coming on my hard cock had made me even harder.

Although still coming down from sher own orgasm, she grabbed hold of my hard cock, which was wet from her coming on it and began stroking it with great skill. I stopped her quickly…

‘Ash I can’t come anywhere though…’

‘Don’t worry, just come on me and we can clean it up with the blanket and use the spare one.’ she whispered as she grinned mischievously.

‘God Ash, you’re amazing. I’m not gonna be able to hold on for too long…I’m too turned on.’

She continued to stroke me as she pulled sher shirt up and over her head so she was totally naked on her top half.

‘Fuck Ash you’re so amazingly sexy baby. You’re gonna make me come so hard!!’

‘Ben I want your hot come all over me baby. Please give it to me!!’

‘OH GOD ASH!! OH BABY I’M GONNA COME!! OH FUCK ASH I’M COMING!! OH FUCK!! OH YEA!! OH GOD ASH!! FUCK!! OH GOD YEA ASH!! Oh fuck that was so amazing!!’

As she stroked my hard cock, the first two spurts exploded over her breasts and then the next couple hit her stomach and then she aimed my cock down and the rest of my come coated her pussy.

‘Wow Ben, that was a lot of come!! You must have really wanted me!!’ she winked as she whispered to me.

I looked at her naked top half and saw her coated in loads of my white sticky cum.

‘Wow you’re right Ash, I did come a lot!! Time to get this naughty girl cleaned up!!’ I said as I reached for the spare blanket.

‘Hold on babe I wanna taste you.’ She said as she got some come off her breasts and then licked it off her fingers.

‘Ash, have I ever told she that she are the sexiest girlfriend in the world!!’ I said.

She giggled, ‘All the time.’

I put the spare blanket over us as we used the first blanket to clean ourselves up and get ourselves redressed. We dropped the first blanket on the floor and left it to be taken away at the end of the flight.

‘Do you think she’ll let me sleep this time?’ she said as she winked at me.

‘I think that’s enough excitement for one flight.’ I said as I laughed back.

Just before we lay down to sleep I had a quick look around to see if anyone had heard. Everyone was asleep. As I scanned the room the second time I met the eyes of the stewardess, who was the only person not asleep. She winked and gave me the thumbs up….I guess we weren’t as quiet as I thought.

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All characters in this story are over the age of 18. The entire story is fiction as are all characters. Any likeness a character has to someone in real life is merely circumstantial.

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I was always told I was a tease… I guess it all came around to bite be in the ass.

I was 18 at the University of London, getting my sociology degree. my first term so far all but sucked. I was failing all my classes, I hadn’t gone to any parties and I hadn’t hooked up with any boys. It was ridiculous. I’d never called myself thirsty before, but quite frankly I could really use a good fuck. The only social contact I seemed to have was with the girl I shared an apartment with: Crystal. No, she wasn’t a stripper, but with a name like that you wouldn’t know otherwise.

It was 31st October and a Saturday, so there were a dozen halloween parties on around my campus. I had gone out and bought myself a particularly raunchy playboy bunny costume from a little boutique on the edge of town. The kind of place that you wore sunglasses and a large hat when you walked in. It was black latex with a built-in zipper between my legs, going up to my ass. Of course, I wasn’t planning on needing it for my ass: I am not that kind of a girl!

The outfit came with several optional accessories, not least of which was a fluffy puffy bunny tail, elegantly presented on the end of a small metal butt plug. The box didn’t boast such a statement and instead just showed the girl with a little bunny tail. I suppose it did state in bold letters: ‘ADULT PLAYBOY SLUT’ on the front, but damn: I didn’t expect this.

Tossing the sex ornament into my little clutch bag, I looked through the other accessories, which all were much more mundane and included a pair of bunny ears stuck onto a hair band, a little white silk bow tie and a pair of latex white gloves. As I slipped the outfit on, I felt the latex constrict around me, hugging my supple little teen body.

I looked in the mirror, now all dressed up and gave myself a twirl. My tits looked great. They really showed in this outfit, which was nice because usually my 36C’s didn’t get as much attention as one might hope. Too many chunky ladies at my school for anyone to care about mosquito bites.

I sat down at the makeup mirror and began to put on my face. 25 minutes later, I was all dolled-up and was ready to party. I had given myself smokey black eye shadow and coated my lips in pink glistening lip gloss. The boys wouldn’t be able to keep themselves off me: every one of them imagining my puffy wet lips engulfing their cock.

I headed out my dorm and headed across campus to my choice party, clutch bag in hand. I don’t know why I had decided to bring the butt plug; I just had. Before I even started ordu escort climbing the stairs to Colin’s dorm I could hear them shouting and raving. Colin was a freshman in my Quantitative Research class. He always sat in front of me and I will admit I had a little crush on him. He looked like the classic prince charming from the movies: combed back blonde hair, blue eyes, gorgeous lips, toned body, nice deep voice, etc. I felt myself get wet as I climbed. I scolded myself as I felt the damp on my shaven legs in the late night air.

With only a small black g-string between me and the glorified latex lingerie I was masquerading as an appropriate halloween costume, I found myself playing it safe most the night. I never sat down and never bent over. The outfit was hot, sure, but I wasn’t going to risk giving the entire party a view of what was underneath.

After a long night of small talk and dancing, I found myself talking with a three fellow freshmen: Two pretty fit guys called Chip and Lionel, and a small asian girl who went by Kimmie. We were stood outside on the balcony whilst the guys smoked, though I’m pretty sure it wasn’t tobacco in their roll-ups.

The wind-chill was harsh on my skinny little legs and my feet felt like they should have blood pouring out the bottoms, having endured five long hours in my monstrous 4-inch heels. My head was spinning from all the booze I’d had throughout the night and the weed smoke wasn’t helping matters.

Lionel had one last drag of his dying bud and flicked it off the edge, before walking back inside. Kimmie eagerly followed him like a little puppy, leaving me and Chip alone, the door slamming shut around the corner and the noise of the party lowering to nothing above a hum.

Up until this point, I had barely said a word. My mother had always taught me that men liked women to be seen and not heard, and as far as I could tell in the world, she wasn’t wrong. Chip was staring at me as he smoked and I felt my pale white face turn a little pink in the moonlight.

“So,” he began, “what are you supped to be?”

I gave him a bemused look back and pointed to my bunny ears, smiling. “Come on, you can’t miss it.”

“A rabbit?” He was clearly playing with me now, a small smirk creeping onto his face.

“A bunny! A playboy bunny.” I made a kissy-face and gave a little wiggle of my hips in an attempt to emphasise the “playboy” qualities.

“Oh right, sure.” He continued in an inquisitive tone: “Don’t bunnies have little tails?”

I looked back at my bulging backside, the small zip hidden and indistinguishable from the latex material that it brought together.

“Not this bunny,” I lied.

“You should get your money back,” he jeered, his smirk now visible, “a bunny without a tail, come on?”

My dutch courage kicking in, I retorted: “well if you must know, it came with a tail. I’m just not wearing it.”

“Why osmaniye escort wouldn’t you wear it?”

Oh shit! What else should I have suspected?

“Well…It’s…I…” I began to stammer.

He cut me off in my rambling. “I saw it in the store. It definitely had a tail.”

My face became one big smile as I broke into a laugh, shoving him playfully: “Oh my god! You knew?!”

“Yes, I knew,” he said back to me. “I was shocked to see someone brave enough to wear it. You have to have a good figure for that outfit.”

I gave him a little spin. “And do I pull it off?”

“Oh you pull it off, alright,” he said, stepping into me as he did, pulling one arm around my waist.

A line like that usually wouldn’t work on me. I don’t know if it was because I was drunk, or I was simply gagging for a good fuck, but I leant back into him. My arms now on his chest, I had my lips inches from his.

He pulled me in, his tongue exploring my mouth and I practically melted into him. He held me close as his hand creeps up to my chest. With remarkable precision and care he releases my breast from the bustier of the costume and begins to kneed it gently with his hand. I moan into him as he fondles me, my whole world consumed by his passionate embrace.

He pulls his lips off mine and moves to my neck, pulling me deeper into his embrace. His hand now intermittently squeezing my nipple, his other hand moved further down my back, past my waist, to my ass. I feel him gliding between my legs until his hand is caught by the zipper.

His hand lingers there as he continues to seduce my neck, whilst I gaze out onto the empty campus below us. I feel my pussy getting wet and lose complete control of myself: becoming an animal of nothing but lust. I felt like a bitch in heat as I ground myself against his body, one hand now firmly rubbing his cock over his trousers, as if I needed the genie free from his lamp. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Unzip me,” I whispered in his ear, feeling myself soaked between my legs.

He didn’t need any more instruction. He pulled the zipper, revealing my hot swollen pussy to the open air. I felt the zip continue up to also reveal my ass, until no teeth remained. I couldn’t wait any longer, I reached behind myself, taking his hand in mine and guided his fingers past my little g-string and into my dripping wet pussy. As soon as I felt the first of his thick fingers reach inside me, I came.

You have to understand, it had been so long! I was on the verge of cumming all night, what with the latex rubbing against me for so long. His fingers were the first human contact my little body had received in over 4 months and I clearly needed it.

After the initial orgasm was over, he quickly repositioned me, spinning me around and standing behind me so that he could get a better angle to both finger and grope me at the same time. sinop escort I was now looking at the brick wall to the apartment. The hum of the party still quiet, told me that the balcony door around the corner remained closed.

He slipped another finger inside me and I felt myself building again to a second orgasm. I felt myself snap out of my lust-fuelled daze long enough to consider how selfish I was being: I should probably suck him off. My mind quickly slipped back into a red haze as he firmly gripped my nipple between his thumb and forth-finger. I felt the involuntary arching of my back, pushing my head back and let a little moan escape my lips.

Once again he began to kiss my neck. I felt his teeth scrape across my tender flesh, the feeling echoing out as goosebumps down my arm. My next orgasm rising to the top, he retracted his fingers from inside me and moved upwards to my clitoris, where his soaking wet fingers massaged into me with deliberate strokes. My moans twisted, becoming new sounds that to this day I am not sure I could make if I tried. My mouth made an ‘O’ shape as he pinched my nipple hard between his fingers and I felt myself cum. He strummed me like a guitar as I felt myself ejaculate for the first time in my life, squirting on the floor of the balcony as I made a high-pitched cry of utter pleasure, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

When it all ended, I slumped against him, my arms struggling to find something to hold as my feet had lost their footing. In my drunken state I panicked and shot a look to the entrance to the balcony, which to my relief was still empty. He picked me up, guiding me with his hand to my feet and I clutched the balcony railing.

It took several minutes for me to calm down. In that time, he had clambered round behind me once more and taken the liberty of zipping me back up, my pussy now encased in it’s metal prison. I forced the outfit back over my chest and pulled out my phone to check my makeup. Of course, it was totally fine – thank God I use waterproof EVERYTHING.

I turned to him and he kissed me once more. It was a fleeting embrace before he let me go, backing up to the apartment, away from the ledge… away from me.

“Call me, baby,” were the last words I heard from him before seeing him disappear around the corner and out of site. In my hand, I clutched a scrap of paper he had left. On it was simply 10 digits and a little ‘x’.

The journey home was cold, especially in my dishevelled post-orgasm state. The booze kept me somewhat warm and by the time I got across campus it was even starting to get light. Chip was nowhere to be seen when I had returned inside and honestly I didn’t see a reason to stick around without him there. I did see Kimmie getting a rather public fondling from Lionel on the couch just before I left. Thank God Chip was more subtle!

When I got back, I stripped down and hopped in the shower. Pulling on some comfy PJ’s, I clambered into bed, exhausted. I pulled out my phone and typed up a message to Chip, before thinking better of it. ‘You gotta keep em’ keen’, my mom’s voice ringed in my ear.

I set my phone down and rolled over. The next thing I knew, I was in a deep dream-filled sleep.

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The Korean War was sending our country’s men to battle. Although I was posted in Korea with my family, I never did get to see action. Instead, I was assigned to an organization that required the highest security clearance by the government. We dealt with coded messages. “For the Eyes of the President Only” was my classification.

My family lived in a cluster of duplex buildings with entrances at each end. This allowed two families to live in the same building. Our family shared a building with a Captain from Hospital Administration and his wife, Alice.

My wife was a nurse who applied for a job at the Base Hospital. She was hired for the night duty shifts because the commissioned army nurses, who normally worked that shift, wanted their nights free for sleeping with their doctor friends.

The Hospital Administration Captain at the other end of the quarters was admitted to the hospital as a patient, which allowed the spouses at each end of the building quite a degree of freedom. I knew Alice was visiting her husband at the hospital. Even though her three children were old enough to stay home alone, mine were not, so I watched TV and put my two toddlers to bed.

It was during the 10 o’clock news that I heard the knock at the door. It was Alice and she didn’t wait to be invited in. I closed the door and lowered the volume on the TV. I could smell whiskey on her breath as she entered. She didn’t stagger though so I knew she wasn’t drunk enough to mistake our front door for hers.

This was the first time I had really noticed her. She was about 5’3″ and weighed approximately 130 pounds. Her legs stretched out from her black dress and I felt that she was stretching them even more to make me notice. She made some small talk and I tried to keep the conversation going as I wondered what she wanted.

My kids were asleep so I lowered my voice and noticed that she was talking in a soft, sexy tone. She had nice tits but I knew a bra was holding them up.

I waited for her to take the lead in the conversation and I felt she knew it.

“I have wanted to do this for a long time.” She broke a moment of silence.

“Do what?” I hoped for a hint and got it.

“Can I see your bedroom?” she asked.

I hesitated trying to guess what she was thinking and decided to take a gamble. “Sure,” I said, “but I would like to know if you are wearing panties.”

I knew this would reveal her true interests or send her rushing out the front door. She hesitated as if I had asked her the wrong thing. Then she stood up and started toward karaman escort the bedroom. Because all of the buildings were built the same, she knew the way.

“Yes,” she said and I reached out for her hand. I led her into the bedroom and locked the door. I took her in my arms.

“So you want me to fuck you. Is that all?”

“First I want you to eat my pussy,” she replied.

“You’ve been talking to my wife.” I replied. “Doesn’t your old man eat your pussy?”

At an army post, wives felt they could talk openly about their sex lives. They were lonely and alienated from the real world. Their neighbors were not like real neighbors. They were travelers on a brief journey through the highway of life talking to the passengers in the adjacent seat who would leave at the next intersection. They could be trusted to never break the confidence bond.

My wife was just experiencing oral sex for the first time and was willing to trust Alice. Alice had already confided to her about a neighbor who had bragged about a mirror on the ceiling above her bed. I believe it was then my wife shared with her the fact that I performed oral sex.

“I want you to eat me,” said Alice. She pulled her dress over her head. “Here it is.” She lay down on the bed with her legs pulled together.

I ripped her panties off and grabbed her cunt in my hand. I had her total pussy; burying three fingers in her slit and pressed her clit with my thumb. She yelled in pain and then began to moan with pleasure.

With my free hand I dropped my pants and all eight inches stretched out. Normally I treated my lovers gently but she had asked for it. I grabbed her hair and yanked her face toward my hot cock. I slapped all eight inches across her nose. Pre-cum splattered over her face.

What could she do? Here she was on my bed, her legs spread to reveal an abundance of hair on the mound that led to the moist lips below. She was in my control and she had to do my bidding. If she didn’t, I would have her reputation in my hands.

“You know you have to do whatever I want. I am going to ask you to do something. Do you understand?”

“Yes. I know I will do what you ask. The women tell me how good it feels and I am dying to feel a tongue on my pussy. You tell me what you want. I’ll do anything.” Her voice told me that she was at my mercy.

I had long fantasized about the sexy neighbor with the mirror over her bed. She used to walk into a woody area behind the quarters to pick blue berries. I often followed but went into a different kars escort area. I pretended to pick berries too but always tried to find her and watch her well-shaped ass in her tight shorts. Also I knew about her mirror.

“Have you ever had sex with a woman?”

“No.” she answered. “I have wondered about making love to another woman but never tried.”

“You know that woman who has a mirror on the ceiling over her bed. She’ll be easy. You only have to get her to show you the mirror again. Get in bed to test the mirror and see what she does. When you do, I want you to record all the intimate details on a tape recorder I will give to you.”

“I will. I’ll do anything if you will eat my pussy.” She was pleading.

“Maybe, but first I want to teach you how to deep throat my cock. Take it with your mouth now and hold still.” I shoved all eight inches in. She began to struggle.

“I can’t breathe when you put it all the way in.” Her voice was panicky. “I want to please you but I have to breathe.”

I grabbed her head and turned it upwards so I could get away from her windpipe and into her esophagus.

I felt the throbbing head of my cock slide through the entrance to her esophagus and it was my turn to shake and tremble with pleasure. Now I had to teach her to use her esophagus. I always thought of it as a muscle.

“Now I want you to swallow the head of my cock. Come on, make like you are swallowing my cum. Go ahead. Taste my cock as it leaks juice.” I started pushing my hips into her mouth and felt my balls slapping against her chin.

I rammed it all the way in and had my cock head trapped in her swallowing muscle as she began to open and close it and I felt a tremendous surge on my balls. I struggled to hold my fluid in as long as possible but she was fighting to suck my cock even deeper.

With one surging wave, my cum spurted once, then again and again. She didn’t gag – every ounce of my repeated waves dropped into her stomach. My pole quickly subsided and was free of the muscle that pumped so perfectly.

Then, and only then, did she taste my load. As the final ounce of my sperm leaked into her mouth, she had a new gleam in her eyes. Freeing her mouth, she whispered, “I like the taste. Can you do it again?”

“It will take a few minutes. If I am going to eat your pussy good, you have to pull the hood off your clit.” Both of Alice’s hands rushed to the joy opening between her legs. She spread the lips of her cunt apart and pulled the skin back towards her face.

So far, kıbrıs escort this was working out better than I had expected. She was fully submissive and was now my slave. I took both of her ankles in my hand and spread her legs apart. This gave me a full view of her slippery pussy lips. Her tiny clit was barely visible.

I slipped my tongue into her vagina and she erupted like a volcano, with her hips rising up to bounce against my chin. I tongue fucked her for a full minute and she had two orgasms. They were what I like to call mini orgasms. When I got to her clit, though, I wanted her to fall off the mountain. She pulled the hood back even further as my tongue began its march up to the nub of pleasure.

Her hands grabbed her nipples and pinched them so hard I expected her to cry out in pain.

She was moaning and thrusting her clit up against my tongue. I started moving my tongue from just above her ass hole and dragged it slowly towards her clit. Every time I reached her nub of heavenly pleasure, she uttered in a low voice, “my God.”

After the fifth call out to heaven, I stopped the movement of my tantalizing tongue and swirled it around her now swollen clit. Her body twisted violently and then she suddenly went limp.

I knew what happened. She fell ass first off the mountain into a maxi climax. I wasted no time. Her pussy was tight and her body was now available to me as if she was a virgin; her cunt lips closed a trap.

There was only one thing for me to do. I leaped over her limp body and forced my cock into her swollen pussy lips and into the quivering oasis of her body.

It wasn’t a mirage. She began to recover from her orgasmic faint and looked at me. “What happened to me? Whatever it was, I liked it. “

“Fuck me. Fuck me harder and faster,” she pleaded as she felt something strange.

I knew what she was experiencing. She had experienced a mini climax first and she was now experiencing a vaginal orgasm. How do I know that? I knew because it had happened before and it had scared me at the time. I knew because a past lady love had experienced the same emotion and had told me what happened to her.

“Ahhhhhh…yes, hon…….give it to me……fuck fuck fuck…..ahhhhhh…… yes…….yes…….I’m cumming.”

She became a bucking mare as she experienced the climax that would make her clit so sensitive that she tried to hold my hips away from a full thrust, so I rested, knowing that the sensation would ease and she would want me again.

As her breathing returned to normal, I turned my attention to my needs. I was the rider and she was the mare who didn’t want to buck me off. I stayed in the saddle of her pussy until I released my load of cum.

She bucked in her final orgasm with me. Our eyes locked in understanding. In only one visit, we became sex slaves to the each other.

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Author’s Note: This is the third chapter, so you may want to read the first and second before reading this story. Thank you to my readers, I hope I didn’t make you wait too long! As always, please vote, comment, and/or send feedback. Thank you for reading!

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Gabe woke to Raine trying to slip out of bed unnoticed. His arm reached out to circle her waist just as her feet were touching the floor. Gently, he pulled her back into his embrace.

What was he doing? Raine wondered. Here she was in a panic because they had unprotected sex again, and he was acting like they were some old married couple. She had to get up and shower, so why couldn’t he just let her go?

She struggled a little against his grasp, but while he was gentle he was also very strong. Raine gave up. It actually wasn’t that bad to be lying next to him in bed. If it weren’t for the fact that she wasn’t on birth control, it might actually be great. Gabe nuzzled the back of her neck.

“Good morning Beautiful,” he whispered into her ear.

She wanted to resist, but she couldn’t. She rolled over and kissed him. It was soft and sweet, and just the way she had wanted to wake up every day for the rest of her life. She wanted to be hopeful that it would work out, but she had to be realistic too. Rae stretched and turned to look at Gabe.

“So what do you normally do on Sundays?” he asked.

“Well, usually I do my grocery shopping. Then I go down to the beach for a couple of hours, and after that I come back here to read or paint.”

“So when do we go shopping Honey?”

“First off, you haven’t earned the right to call me Honey,” she said, even though she liked it, “and second, I would normally leave for the market in about an hour. I still need to shower.”

One moment Raine was in bed, and the next she was in Gabe’s arms as he carried her to the shower. She squealed and clutched at his shoulder. She didn’t want to fall, but she shouldn’t be worried because Gabe would never drop her.

She didn’t want to get too comfortable with Gabe, but she had to admit that she had fantasized about sex with Gabe and showering with Gabe when they were in Guam. Raine had craved moments like this, but now she was afraid to want more. Did she really know Gabe that well? Not really. Did she love him? She still wasn’t sure. Try as she might though, she couldn’t turn him away yet.

Together they stood naked in front of her shower. Gabe looked just as scrumptious as ever. They way he was looking at her made her feel like a goddess. He was eating her up with his eyes; it was obvious.

She really was gorgeous, Gabe thought. There were four pale triangles of skin on her body that he found intriguing. She must wear a skimpy bikini. The thought of his gypsy in a bikini turned him on hardcore. He couldn’t stand it any longer. Gabe led her into the shower with him under the hot water and pulled her close.

When they kissed it was hot and wet. Tongues were thrusting and mouths were hungry. Gabe spanked her luscious ass and she whimpered into his mouth. It was so sexy. Knowing that he could have his way with her whenever he wanted aroused him. hatay escort Gabe would never force her, but he liked the fact that he could. There were times he liked to sit back and enjoy being ridden, but usually he liked to be in control. He loved having a wildcat underneath him bucking while he fucked her.

Raine didn’t want to admit it, but she was so fucking horny. She wanted his cock, again. It made her feel like a horny teen to want it so badly, but she couldn’t help what she felt. She slid a hand down his body to his dick. He was already rock hard.

If she was touching him like this, Gabe wasn’t going to wait any longer. He lifted her up and pinned her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around him and he shoved his hard cock into her wet pussy. She screamed out in pleasure and it echoed off the shower walls. Last night had been sweet, but now Gabe was feeling primitive. All he knew was that he wanted to brand Raine as his. He wanted to fuck her until she never thought of fucking someone else.

Rained raked her nails down his back. God, his cock felt so fucking good. She had no idea how she’d gone without sex for so long. Gabe was making her remember that she loved it. She wrapped her legs even tighter around his waist. Trying to contain her moans was useless.

Gabe hoped he wasn’t hurting her, but he couldn’t hold back. He pounded his cock into her over, and over, and over again. He was fucking her so hard he could feel himself bumping her cervix with every thrust. She was clawing and biting at him like a wild thing and he loved it. If the tiles on the wall weren’t cracked by the time they were done, it’d be a miracle.

Raine could feel her orgasm coming. If last night had been a tidal wave, today would be a tsunami. She tried to hold on, but there was no way to prepare for it. She was getting so close, she’d be cumming soon. Her teeth sank into his shoulder just as her orgasm hit. She came screaming with her body arching into his arms. Spasms were shaking her even as she heard Gabe roar. She could feel his cum coating the inside of her pussy while she was still quivering against him.

She would have collapsed if Gabe hadn’t caught her when he took a step back. Her legs felt useless. Together, they rinsed off. Gabe was a little wobbly himself, but he managed to carry her back to bed. So much for getting to the store in an hour, Raine thought. They both fell back asleep wrapped up in each other’s arms.

***

That afternoon they went to the beach together. While they were out doing her weekly shopping earlier Gabe had bought a pair of swim trunks. In hindsight, he really should have spent a little more time packing. He’d been too excited to be free to pursue Rae. He had rushed out of Guam less than a day after he was done with the service. His apartment was still untouched. He would still have to pack everything.

At the beach they swam a little, and Gabe watched her while she tanned. The way he was smiling at her made her dizzy. He did look like a man in love. He had never looked that way at Morgan. Speaking of, she had no idea how she was going to break ığdır escort the news to Morgan. Her friend would be furious with her, though she didn’t have a reason; Raine had done her best to be a good friend. It wasn’t her fault that her best friend’s vacation fuck-buddy had fallen for her, was it?

Oh well, she’d deal with that when she had to, IF she had to. She still wasn’t sure if Gabe would stick around, no matter what he said. Raine was sure she could find an excuse to get out of ladies’ night this Tuesday. She would just have to get an imaginary stomach flu that was all.

After a couple hours at the beach, they headed back to her apartment. Instead of painting or reading, she was going to watch one of her new movies with Gabe. Together they had gone to the video store and chosen a few new flicks to see. They even got some old school jiffy pop.

They spent the evening together on the couch watching movies. At one point they even had popcorn wars. Gabe had to admit, he was happier than he had been in a long time. It was amazing how much the simple things mattered. As dainty as she was, Raine had a strong grip on his heart. There was no way in Hell he was going to let her slip through his fingers again.

It was about midnight when Rae finally made him leave. Gabe tried as he had the night before to talk her into letting him stay the night, but it didn’t work.

“I don’t want to leave Baby. I’d be thinking of you all night.”

“I have to work tomorrow Gabe. I have to get up early, and I need my sleep. What I don’t need is a distraction. You can call me tomorrow after I get out of work at five.”

“Alright. I’ll call you tomorrow. I love you Rae,” Gabe responded.

Raine wasn’t quite sure what to say. She was still trying to decide if she felt the same. Feelings were rarely in black and white. She decided to say nothing; she simply ushered him out the door. When he was gone, she felt lonely. It took her a while to fall asleep that night.

The next morning she went through her normal routine of getting ready for the office. She was the best paid secretary at Wyndham Advertising. Her boss, Brandon Wright, was CEO of the company. It had all started with a lowly temp job, but she had worked hard to get where she was now. It helped that she’d been an art major in college with a minor in business.

Her office attire for the day was a blue dress with a slate colored suit jacket. The dress had a slight v-neck but still managed to look professional. The hem hit right at her knees, and her navy blue peep-toe shoes helped accent her toned calves. Her hair was twisted up into a curly bun and she wore light makeup. She was still beautiful, it was just more subtle. She didn’t want to send the wrong message at work.

At the office, she had about an hour to prepare before the boss came in. She liked to get there early so that she had a chance to organize everything for Mr. Wright. They got along great, and he actually asked for her advice on a lot of their ads. They’d been working together for nearly two years now; Raine hoped they’d be working together longer still.

Sure enough, ısparta escort an hour later he strolled through the door. He looked as professional as he always did; he wore a cobalt blue suit with a pale grey shirt underneath. The contrast made it work.

“Good morning Rae, how are you?” he asked in his British accent. She had to admit, when they had first started working together, that accent had made her melt into putty. Now she was used to hearing that voice give days out of seven. It may seem unprofessional to allow him to call her Rae, but they spent too much time together to be so formal. Of course she referred to him as Mr. Wright in front of the other staff, but when it was just the two of them, they saw no need to be so formal. In a way, they were more like friends than CEO and secretary.

“I’m good. How are you Brandon?”

“Good Sweets, but I’m not sure I believe you’re as good as you claim missy. What’s with those circles under your pretty eyes?”

Raine smiled at him. He really was a sweetheart, but she didn’t feel like discussing Gabe with him. They were close, but not that close.

“I’m fine B, just a little sleepy. Are you ready to get to work?”

“I sure am Love. To my office?”

“To your office. It’s time to get to work.”

All morning they worked on their new advertisements for a jewelry company. Raine helped him adjust the graphics for the magazine ads and made some suggestions. They were a great team. Rae’s stomach had just begun growling when the lunch hour hit.

“Do you want to go to lunch together Rae?”

“Sure, our favorite Thai place?”

“Who’s favorite Thai place?” Gabe said.

What was Gabe doing here? Raine did a double take to make sure she wasn’t imagining it. It wasn’t her imagination; it was Gabe. Who the Hell did he think he was? Did he really think he could stroll into her office uninvited and unannounced? He didn’t look happy either.

“Gabriel, what are you doing here?” Raine asked him.

“I came to surprise you and take you to lunch, but it looks like you already have plans. Who is he, Rae?”

Gabe almost seemed angry. He looked dangerous, and he was looking at Brandon.

“HE is my boss. Brandon Wright, CEO of the company.”

Raine began inching her way in between Gabe and Brandon. The situation was starting to get sticky. She would not be happy if anything happened to her boss. She had to give him credit; Brandon looked like he could hold his own.

“Raine, who is HE?” Brandon asked.

“His name is Gabriel Kalos. He’s an overprotective friend that came to visit for a short while from Guam. He’ll be leaving soon.”

Gabe was pissed. Who did this British pansy think he was to be hitting on his woman? And what was Rae doing being so friendly with her boss? He didn’t like the looks of it, one bit. He wanted to smack the guy around, but he had to wait to have a good reason. He didn’t want Raine mad at him, yet he had the feeling that it was inevitable.

Gabe was starting to look more and more agitated. She’d never seen him this way. Raine could tell that he was spoiling for a fight.

“He doesn’t seem very friendly Darling,” her boss responded.

The pet name seemed to break the last straw for Gabe. Nobody was going to get in the way of him and his woman. He began striding across the room. Raine started to panic. This wasn’t going to end well.

“Gabe, no!!” she shouted.

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Catalina sat on the bed wondering what the night would hold in store for her. The excitement and anticipation mounted with each moment, as she waited for Brock to arrive. They had met on line and became chatroom lovers only months before. Now in a dark hotel room she waited.

It was a balmy night in Allentown. Brock needed a drink to relax his shaky nerves before he met the women of his dreams. She was beautiful, intelligent and very sexy. He finished his shot of bourbon and left the bar. The hotel was next door; the room number burned into his memory, “Room #8”. He stood staring at the door not sure of what he would do “if.” There were so many ifs!

He turned the knob. The door opened to a darken room. Brock knew that she was there; he could smell the perfume she had told him she wore. From the other side of the room, Catalina rose to greet him. She was in awe of the silhouette standing before her, tall and lean. She greeted him in a deep sultry voice, “Good evening my love.” Catalina stood there breathless as Brock approached his movement strong and masculine. Her heart pounded as he drew closer. Brock, thinking about how he had waited so long for this moment, imagining how she would feel in his arms, reached out to take her hand. He pulled her to him, taking in her scent as he embraced her in his powerful arms. The softness of her lush body molded to his firm form, melting together as though she was very much a part of him.

Taking her face in his hands, Brock bent slightly to kiss her deep and long, causing Catalina to swoon, her knees growing weak. Scooping her up, Brock carried her to the nearby bed. Gently he placed her on the bed. Catalina reached to hastily unbutton Brock’s crisp linen shirt. The spicy smell he exuded permeated the night air, driving Catalina wild with passion. The need to devour him overtook her. A rush of memories of how they played on line filled her head.

Leaning into his body, she began to remove his shirt, kissing her way down his muscular chest, with each button she undid. Licking his nipples; tasting his spicy heated flesh. Brock held her head close, guiding her head down the length of his body, needing her to release the flame that burned deep with in him.

Brock lay back, giving Catalina full eskişehir escort control of his body. Disrobing him piece by piece, Catalina explored his body as though she already knew every inch. Familiarizing herself with what she had played with in her mind over and over again. Releasing Brock’s belt with trembling fingers, she knew he was well endowed from the description he had given her in their hours of play. Slowly, Catalina pealed down Brock’s form fitting leather pants, exposing the treasure she sought. She saw man cock spring to life before her eyes — Not quite what she had expected. To her relief, Brock’s cock was not as large as she had thought.

Leaning forward, she gently kissed the head of his cock, feeling the silky softness with her lips as she rubbed it across her full lips. Her tongue, flicking out between her lips, teased the head of Brock’s cock. Wrapping her tongue around his cock, she slowly sucked it into her hot wet mouth. Catalina could hear a groan escape from Brock’s throat. As his hands tangled into Catalina’s long red hair, guiding his cock deep into her throat, she sucked hard on his member. Now, relaxing slightly, pushing down, Catalina let Brock’s Hard Hot Cock penetrate her contracting throat. Drawing it deep into her throat, filling her hungry mouth, she sucked harder and harder. She reached up, massaging Brock’s Balls, enticing them to give up his juices she so desired.

Reaching down, Brock reluctantly took Catalina by the shoulders, lifting her up over his body and onto her back in one swift fluid movement. He could not allow her to continue to tantalize his cock the way she had been. He would have spilled his seed at any moment. Brock opened the shoestring ties that held the filmy gown to her swollen breasts — Now heaving with the beat of her pounding heart. Like Catalina, Brock searched her body, looking for the little birthmark she had told him about. There between her breasts was the heart-shaped birthmark. Brock kisses it with a loving remembrance of his dreams of her.

Gently he took each nipple into his mouth, suckling them hungrily. Catalina arched her back and with her hand drew Brock’s head down onto her breast, loving the tingling rushing through her body, causing gaziantep escort her juices to trickle down her thighs. A perfect triangle of pleasure rushes through her. From her tits’ being seared by the heat of Brock’s mouth, to her eager pussy awaiting the attention of his promising mouth. Moving from Catalina’s lush breast, Brock leans up to kiss her full trembling lips, sucking on her bottom lip — sending a thrill through Catalina’s body. With a tenderness she had never known before, Brock overwhelmed her senses. She needed this dream man more than she could have thought possible.

Brock breaks the sweetness of their kiss to assault her eager breasts again as he continues down her voluptuous but lean body. Over her belly, Brock smiles when he sees the ruby jewel so carefully placed in her navel. He remembered her telling him how one day she would dance for him. Such a sensuous dance belly-dancing is. Licking around the jewel sends shivers through her flaming body. First, nibbling and kissing his way to one side of her full round hips, he proceeds to the other, Catalina’s body squirming under his searing lips. His hand wandering down to the dew of her sweet pussy — Her body reacting to his every touch. Brock’s passion for this mystery women of his dream grew ever more.

Feeling the wetness of Catalina’s pussy, Brock needed to taste her sweet treasure. Sliding between her legs, pushing them apart to allow him a greater view of her secret passage, with flattened tongue Brock lapped up the length of Catalina’s slit. With a delicious delight, Brock tasted the honey, remembering she had told him of the sweetness of her skin. With his tongue pushing deeper into Catalina’s pussy, She moaned with such pleasure. Brock had never heard such a musical sound, increasing his ardor, so as to make her sing for him.

Her body rolled with a wave of graceful movement under his sweet torture. She could not hold back when he attacked her clit with a hungry mouth, sucking it hard and deliberately. From deep within her soul, she could feel the waves of pleasure course through her body. From deep in her throat a sound broke through. Continuous moans, building deeper and deeper, she gave in to her orgasm. Sweet liquid spurt giresun escort from her convulsing pussy as she grasped Brock’s head, pressing against his tongue as he lapped and fucked her pussy, riding his face with every spasm that shot through her.

Quickly climbing up, Brock thrust his hardened cock between her legs. Catalina’s eyes shot open in surprise as she realized what had happened. A surge of bitter-sweet pain shot through her. A tear glistened on her eyelid. Her dream was now a reality. Brock would now know her secret — He was her first.

She had been with men before, but had only gone as far as oral sex, which she had perfected. Catalina attacked life and mastered each aspect of it. Now, Brock had given her the next passion she would master. Thrusting her hips up to meet his every stroke, the pain subsided to a rapture she could never imagine. Brock, not wanting to stop his assault on such a sweet tight pussy, could feel the sudden pop as his thrusts broke through. He suddenly realized what had happened. A mix of feelings rushed through him — Pleasure, respect and fear. Yet, Catalina clung to him, giving herself to him. Her sweet pussy grabbing his cock, milking him of his very essence. He couldn’t control himself any longer. A primal growl escaped his throat as he shot his seed deep inside of the dream he now possessed. Violent shock waves of passion wracked both their bodies, as Catalina’s orgasm grew longer and stronger. Thick hot liquid oozed out around Brock’s plunging cock. With one final moan in unison, they collapsed in each others arms.

Brock raised his body up on one arm, rolling to her side. He asked, “Are you alright? Why didn’t you tell me?” With one tear glistening on her cheek. She said, “I didn’t want to lose the dream we shared on line, and I knew I wanted you to be my first.”

In A surprised voice he asked, “How old are you?”

“I am 28 as I have told you.”

“Why did you wait so long?”

Brock could faintly hear what she had to say. Rolling her head to one side, in a whisper, she said, “I was a nun up to two years ago.”

Sitting bolt upright, Brock gasps as the words shot from his lips, “A NUN?!”..At that realization, his tone softened. “A nun.”

Catalina sat up by him. “Please don’t worry. This is my choice, and i needed to experience a bit of the fantasies and dreams we’ve shared.”

“I felt the same Catalina. I needed to share your sweet tenderness and wild imagination.” Smiling shyly at her as he wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you for this gift of your sweet body.”

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We all have problems with our washing machines. Out of all household appliances it is the most vulnerable machine to go on the blink. Saying that, my old machine was ten years old before it gave up the ghost.

I let my fingers do the walking through the local town directory and came up with a young guy because his advertisement sounded honest and to the point and he professed to be cheap. The old saying, ‘You get nowt for nowt.’ was one which I did not take heed of.

Any way, Lex answered my cry for help.

‘I have called about your washing machine, Madam!’

‘Oh! Yes! Come in. It’s in the kitchen! Come this way.’

To a woman of 58, every young man is good looking. Lex was as ugly as sin, but to me he was my St Lancelot. When I knew he was coming, I had thrown off my old pinny, changed my dress to a daring button up the front red and white floral print. I was even wearing silk underwear and stockings and suspender belt! I hadn’t dressed up like this since the last time I went to the doctors for an internal! If I remember right I cleaned my teeth three times, just in case he looked in there too. We women are funny, are we not?

Well, when your hubby has been poorly for three years with some unknown incurable disease you don’t look after yourself the same. A visitor to my house – my sanctuary, was a Royal occasion for me. Amazingly throughout the years I had kept my figure. Still slipped easily into a size 12 dress, My 34c breasts were still quite shapely as I had never had any children to punish them. At 5ft.8inches tall I carried myself well and I had never been really ill-sick in my whole life. Although, before I married Randolph, I was known as the, Wild One!

Enough of that, I showed Lex through to the kitchen, spun round half way along the passage and caught him staring at my ass. “Good Lord! The lady still had it!” I thought dryly to myself. In the good old days gone by I might have had it! Those were the day when Rosemary used to get wolf whistles galore. That’s me folks. The lady was a tart too. I started to roll my bum along the passage, can you believe that? Hands up! Which of you ladies reading this would walk like a tart in front of a guy you had just met? Keep your hands up, I haven’t counted you all yet!

He pulled out the machine and I was mortified at the amount of muck behind it, even a pair of knickers I had lost several years back which I had accused my husband, Randolph for nicking them for his private use. We won’t go into that just now, but I did think he was a knickers nickerer for ages afterwards until one day he came back from the shops with a pack of six to shut me up. Wasn’t fussy for them, they were floral and I like self-coloured. They were too thick too. Made my pussy itch something awful!

Anyway, Lex picked them up and with a cheeky grin on his face.

‘These yours, Madam?’

‘Well! They are no one else’s.’

I threw them into the waste bin nonchalantly. I could always get them out again after he had gone. I made a cup of tea while he took the back off the machine. He chatted away about this and that and I decided he was a nice lad. Clean and honest. Of course I was lively and chatty back and I suddenly realised he was chatting me up! The more he teased me, the more he had me blushing. Rosemary, the old has-been! He was actually chatting me up, for what? He didn’t fancy me, did he?! It’s unbelievable! I could have swore my breasts were swelling! The way he was staring at them, he believed they were! My nipples felt like beach pebbles.

‘Finally, when he pulled his head of blonde hair and blue eyes out of the innards of the machine he said, ‘I am sorry madam, your machine is kaput! The main motor has gone. The drum bearings are worn out. The mounting bearings have elazığ escort worn out too. I could sell you a more up-to-date second hand machine with a years guarantee for less than the price to fix your machine. Plus the fact that this one is unfixable as they do not make this type any more and what spares there are available would cost you an arm and a pretty leg.’ he had me blushing again when his deep blues eyes travelled up and down from my house slippers up to my reddening bosoms.

‘What do I do then? My name is Rosemary, not Madam.’

‘Pleased to meet you, Rosemary. Mines Lex, not – Hey! You!. You can come down to my shop and see the machines I have to sell. If you come with me now! I can have the new machine installed by this evening and I could get this one dumped for you.’

‘Would you do that? I would be ever so grateful! Yes I will come with you. Just let me go to the loo first.’

I sat on the loo, feeling as excited as a school girl. Lex had been chatting me up and my knickers had actually got wet! I was going to change them and decided against it. Some men including my husband in his younger loving days loved my knickers crotch to be wet and smelly. Very often he would go down to bended knee and kiss me through them and gently inch them down over my thighs – which always made me petulantly pussy proud in an aggressive sort of way. Talking about Randolph, he was away just now in a hospice for a week to give me chance of a respite from looking after him 24/7as I was his registered carer.

Lex was standing at the bottom of the stairs when I came down and he brazenly looked up the skirt of my dress. I actually felt myself blushing again! A woman of fifty-eight blushing! He was lining me up! The very thought was making me feel randy. I was almost old enough to be his Granny!

Randolph has told me many times to go out on the town and get myself a man and that he wouldn’t mind me bringing him home. He said he was aware of my needs. I had never taken him up on his offer.

I got into the van with him after he had cleared the seat of the remains of a meal and a girly magazine off it. I felt flattered.

‘Sorry, Rosemary, I don’t usually carry passengers.’

‘Obviously not! Not real ones anyway.’

He chuckled and replied, ‘You would give them birds in there a run for their money with legs like you have, Rosemary!’

‘Do you talk to your Granny the way you talk to me, Lex?’

‘If she looked like you I would.’

I picked the magazine off the floor from between my legs and flicked through its pages. It was full of nudes in all kinds of vulgar poses. Some shaved others with quite large forests of pubic hair. I felt my nipples getting erect and my loins taking on heat. It reminded me of my college days when girls were girls with girls at night, sharing rooms and beds behind locked doors. I used to keep mine shaved, then.

‘Have you ever posed to have your picture taken?

‘Like this? No! Never! I wouldn’t have dared!’

‘You could be the most beautiful granny!’

‘I have never had children, Lex.’

‘Well, you know what I mean, I think you are a honey.’

‘Where are you going, Lex? Are you thinking what I think you are thinking? You want to get into my knickers?’

‘Why not? I think we would both enjoy it. When did your husband give you a length of his boner last?’

I went to rebuke him for his impudence and shut my mouth again without uttering a word. He was propositioning me and I suddenly realised I was wanting what he was so blatantly offering. My eyes were on the bulge in his trousers. I had never looked at another man like that before. There was an electricity between us and it was not static. I think he read that I was game erzincan escort and he was right. I was fidgeting on my vulva. It had been over three years. I might be brain dead, but I was not pussy dead. I still had my fantasies. I still had my needs. I still yearned for a man’s cock inside me. Why not Lex’s?

We turned off the road and drove down a short lane and he stopped at some gates and he got out and opened them. He got back in and drove the van into a yard and parked and went back and shut the gates. He showed me into a building which wasn’t a shop, it was a workshop! It felt a bit weird, a bit co-spiritual. A cold shiver ran up and down my back and my anus retracted spasm-like. A girl could shout and scream in this place and not be heard. I knew without a shadow of doubt that in this place I was going to lose my three-year-old virginity. I wanted it to happen there and then. For him to push me up against the doors and lift me up onto his cock.

Instead he marched me down a line of machines, telling me the price of each, the age and what they could do. All I was thinking was what he could do, to me!

I asked him, ‘Do they work, Lex?’

‘No water supply here, Rosemary. I have a display model in my office, it is for sale, would you like to see that? It is more cosy in there.’

‘I think I would like that.’ The look I gave him told him that it was going to be all his nicest days he had spent on earth rolled into one.

We moved into the office and it was surprisingly comfortable there were a desk, easy chairs, a sofa with cushions. A drinks cabinet and the machine itself was butted against a wooden structure on the same level as the top of the machine. It was upholstered with a pillow-like cushion on it.

Lex displayed the machine in detail and finally finished with, ‘It is also a marvellous sex aid, Rosemary.’

I knew what was coming, but I still managed to squeak, ‘How come?’

‘It’s a fuck-machine, Rosemary. Would you like me to demonstrate it to you?’

Before I could reply He went to a drawer in the adjoining structure and took out a bath towel which he spread over the machine and he flicked a switch. He then programmed the machine and he swung round and lifted me up in his arms and he placed me bum down onto the machine. Then he ran his hands up my thighs underneath my dress and held me tightly down to the machine which suddenly went into a high spin cycle! Then he reached over into the drawer and took out a vibrator and he switched it on and fed it in between my legs under my already wet pussy lips.

I moaned out loud and held onto him as the added sensations made me cum and cum and cum again. I had never felt anything like this in my whole sexual life. His hands moved to my breasts and he was scissor pinching my nipples between his fingers. I sought his lips and tongue and kissed him passionately. Then he pulled my hand towards him and placed his long hard penis into my hand. I moaned afresh and quickly budged myself to the edge of the machine and I pulled the crotch of my knickers aside and guided his cock into my hot fuck-ready pussy. I screamed into his mouth as he thrust it fully inside my juicy cunt. The love play which had begun in my own house was finally over. I would have killed for his cock! I can’t ever remember any man making me this horny before! It could have been the three years abstinence or it may have been that particular moment in both of our lives.

‘Oh! Yes! You dirty filthy man! Fuck me! ram it up me, hard, harder! Go on! I’m your whore! Your slut! Fuck me! I am all the bits of pussy in your dirty magazine! I taught them all how to be common sluts! Oh! I am cummming!’

To my surprise he stopped and pulled it out! He put his hands erzurum escort up under my dress and pulled my knickers off. The vibrations of the machine was still making me cum. He also removed the vibrator. I wanted to scream at him. My asshole was having muscular contractions all the time. It was if I had a cock in my bum. That had happened to me once! It was behind a dance hall when the guy I was necking with told me he didn’t have a condom. Rashly, because he had got me that hot, I told him to put it in my bum. I did not know it would hurt that bad! One does not tell you these things, do they? It got to be better. Out of this world – when he raked my clitoris with his fingers – making me cum buckets.

My husband never once tried to take me that way, even though I secretly wanted it. He fingered my bum a few times and once when we got home from a party he got down behind me pulled down my knickers and rimmed my ass with his tongue. When I told him what he had done the next day he told me I was lying, that he would never do that sort of thing. I told him it was okay and that I had fully expected him to go further. He asked me what I meant and when I told him I had expected him to take me that way. He went mental! That was the last time he touched my ass. It made me think things about him. Taboo things. That, maybe, he was bi-sexual. That he did not want to mix business with pleasure.

He even stopped licking my pussy because I would move over him and present my asshole to his tongue. It was just something I wanted to do when he got me overly heated.

Lex went down on me. After all those years, a man was licking my pussy and then he pulled me further over the edge of the machine and he went for my bum, big style. He fingered my ass cheeks wide apart and his tongue tried to push into my anus. God! Was he going to do it to me that way as well?

He pulled away and asked, ‘Can I have your bum, Rosemary. I have got to fuck you in this delicious asshole of yours!’

‘Oh! Yes! Yes, Lex! I want that too! I was just thinking back to the last time that was done to me. It was long before I was married. I wanted my husband to do it, but he never did! Put your prick into my ass!’

He went back to the drawer and came back with a jar of some kind of cream and he started to finger it into my asshole and I rotated my hips onto his fingers. I was a hundred percent up for what he was doing. I lay back on the pillow looking at him. This young man who was about to fuck this old lady in the ass. All the time I was wriggling my bum suggestively. I was even more turned on when I watched him layering the cream onto his hard, long cock.

My anus contracted again as he wanked himself to full hardness and then he pressured it against my sphincter. I lifted up my legs, bent them and put my feet up onto his shoulders and screamed again, with pain this time as his cock was driven into my ass. There was concern on his face and he started to take it out.

‘No! Lex! Do it! Fuck me! I want to feel it all inside me. I am enjoying every second of this.’

He rammed his full eight inches fully into my bowels and I moaned passionately and thrust my hips up to meet it. It was painful, but pain, I wanted desperately to feel. It had been so long since I had been fucked.

The machine was fitted and paid for. You guessed it, I bought the machine he had fucked me on. Yes, I do use the machine for other purposes than washing clothes. The weekly shopping bills do now include batteries. My skin blemishes are clearing up. I get my machine checked monthly by Lex. I even supply the cushions and lubrication. It was and still is, money well spent.

I told Randolph about Lex when he saw how happy I was going around the house, laughing and singing. He knew I was getting it. He wants to see us doing it, on the bed beside him! You think I am kinky? I can see why, if he is bi-sexual as I have suspected, maybe he wants to see Lex’s cock in action. I have not had the guts to broach the subject with Lex yet.

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