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I don’t know what time it is, but judging by the light coming through Caleb’s blinds, it’s probably just after dinnertime. I can hear kids playing outside. Street hockey, I think. Their sticks keep slapping the pavement, and their rollerblades grate on my ears like really loud static. These kids are going at it hard. Good for them. Now, can’t they just quit it and go inside? Don’t they have video games they should be playing?

It’s not that I hate kids. I mean, sure, I’ve never been a huge fan of them. And it’s nothing personal against these kids, in particular, it’s just… fuck sound. Fuck all sounds that aren’t Caleb’s even breathing and steady heartbeat. Especially fuck happy sounds.

Jesus christ, is that an ice cream truck? Fuck that sound over all others.

I just want everything outside of this bed to fade away, so I can pretend we’re in our own little universe—one where obligations, other people, stupid societal rules and boundaries, sex tapes, and crazy, life-ruining fucktards don’t exist. Ok, maybe that’s a bit extreme, but I’m still not up for leaving the bed. Ever.

After Caleb found me sobbing on the floor, he carried me upstairs, leaving my phone in the living room, so I wouldn’t be tempted to torture myself again… and again, and again. He changed out of his clothes and put on pair of sweatpants, before slipping into bed with me and wrapping me up in his warmth and strength. I needed it so badly. One hour later, I still need it, which is why I refuse to budge.

The other reason I’m not moving a single muscle is because, once I do, he’ll think it’s time to talk, and I really, really don’t want to. I’d like to put off acknowledging the blackmail video that means the end of our relationship for as long as possible.

I almost wish I hadn’t shown it to Caleb. I could have just kept it secret and broken his heart to protect him from the fallout. I’ve read lots of books where women in similar situations go that route. Problem is, I always end up hating them for being so amazingly stupid. Like, seriously, we could avoid forty pages of misery if they’d just show some common sense. Instead, they take it all on themselves, invariably making things worse.

Call me weak, but I don’t want to deal with this alone. If I’d done that, I’d be falling apart in my room, miserable and curled up in a ball. Fine, I’m still miserable and curled up in a ball, but at least Caleb is curled around me, holding me tight and keeping me together. Those book chicks can shove their martyrdom up their asses.

I showed Caleb the email so we could work through this together, so I suppose it’s time to get to the working-though-it part. I turn around in his arms to face him, and his stormy eyes immediately meet mine, as if he’s been waiting for this for the past hour. I study his features—the high planes of his cheekbones, lips that are just full enough to be kissable, and a strong jaw that, just last night, I was running the tips of my fingers over. I feel the urge to do that again right now, so I do.

He leans into my touch, then takes my hand and kisses my palm before pressing it to his chest, right where it was last night. His heart is beating almost as quickly now as it was then.

“I’m ready,” I lie. I will never be ready to discuss our impending, forced separation.

“I don’t what this to let this affect us,” he starts. “Not now. But…” he trails off, and I know exactly what he’s going to say.

“But you’re worried about me.”

“Of course, I’m worried about you, Em. You shouldn’t have to walk through school wondering who’s seen that video… who’s seen you naked and coming apart for me.” His jaw twitches, and I press my lips to it.

“I wouldn’t have to wonder, Caleb. If one person sees it, they all will,” I tell him. “I’m jealous of you, you know.”

“What could you possibly have to be jealous of?”

“Nobody had cell phones when you were in high school. Did they even have digital cameras back then?”

“Way to make me feel old, Em,” he grumps. “That’s what you’re jealous about?

“Hell, yes! When you were in my age, something like this wouldn’t have happened. Whoever this asshole is would’ve gotten an eyeful and spread the word—maybe even taken some pictures—but that would’ve been the extent of it. Now, this video can be emailed to everyone I’ve ever known or posted on some free porn site for millions of strangers to watch and jerk off to.”

My stomach turns, and I want to cry, all of a sudden. The thought of people watching what was supposed to be just between me and Caleb—watching something so private—makes me want to vomit.

“I feel so… violated,” I tell him, as tears well up in my eyes. I tuck my head under his chin, and he wraps his strong arms around me so tight, it feels like he’s holding my sobs in. “Nobody can see that video. I don’t think I could stand it. Not to mention, it could ruin your career.” The tears spill over, thinking of this hurting Caleb in any way.

“I karaman escort don’t want you to waste your time worrying about me, babe. I’ll find work, if I need to,” he reassures me, “but you’re right. The video cannot get out. You shouldn’t have to suffer just because I couldn’t keep my hands off you.” I pull away from him a little and see that he looks truly disgusted with himself, which is just stupid.

“Oh, shut up,” I say and smack him on the arm. Then I leave my hand there, because I really, really love his arms. “It’s not like I could keep my hands off you, either. I still can’t.” I take a deep breath and shoot the elephant in the room. “Which is why we need to make the most of tonight, Caleb. It’s the only one we’re going to have for who knows how long.”

He looks at me as if he wants to fight me on this, like he wants to convince me that nothing will keep us apart. But he’s as realistic as I am. That email was no empty threat, and if we don’t do as it says, there will be irreparable consequences.

“I’m going to find a way for us to be together,” he vows. “And if I ever find out who this piece of shit is, I am going to murder him.”

Yeesh. Caleb looks absolutely lethal right now. He should really threaten people’s lives more often, because it’s a crazy hot look on him.

“I’d rather not have to visit my man in prison,” I joke, “and I don’t think they even have conjugal visits in this state.”

He chuckles under his breath and kisses the top of my head. “Ok. I’ll try not to kill the guy. I’ll just break all his fingers, so he can’t send anymore emails.”

“A fitting punishment,” I agree and nod.

We fall into a loaded silence. Yes, we discussed it, but we haven’t solved the problem. The video is a threat to us for as long as the blackmailer’s obsession lasts. Who knows if that’ll be when I graduate, when I leave for college, when I get old and fat… or if it will be never. But it doesn’t matter if it’s twenty years or twenty days, any amount of time apart from Caleb is going to be torture.

I watch my fingers as they trace over the lines of his tattoos. They’re all nature-themed—a stag, a storm cloud, a flock of birds, a pine tree that takes up most of his forearm—and every one of them breathtakingly beautiful. Then I see what looks like song lyrics or a poem written on his bicep, just below his shoulder. I squint to read the pretty script.

Come to me in my dreams, and then

By day I shall be well again!

For so the night will more than pay

The hopeless longing of the day.

“Beautiful,” I say on a breath. “So sad, though.”

“It was. Sad, that is,” he tells me, before closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. “And I guess it is, again.” In an instant, he’s on top of me, his body covering mine. My legs instinctively part, and he settles between them, kissing his way up my neck. I feel his hardening cock right where I want it most. His soft lips tickle my ear, as he whispers, “But it’s even worse, now that I’ve had a taste. How am I supposed to go back to just dreaming about you?”

My eyes go wide, and I’m pretty sure my heart just stopped, I’m so shocked. He can’t mean…

“This…” I reach up and touch the words again, afraid they’ll disappear at any second. “Are you saying this is for me?” I feel silly asking, because it’s completely out of the realm of possible things. Like, cats rising up and taking over the world seems more plausible than Caleb Turner getting something permanently inked onto his skin that has anything to do with me.

“I’m saying it’s for you, Emilie,” he tells me, and I just stare at him in disbelief. “I got it done six months ago, when I realized that I felt,” he pauses to grind his hips between my legs for emphasis, “this way about you. I thought I told you last night how much I’ve wanted you.”

I look into his eyes, then at his powerful shoulders, arms, and chest, as he hovers above me. Yeah, he’d told me how he felt, but I guess I didn’t understand just how much he felt it. Well, shit. Why couldn’t we have gotten together back in December? That is such a waste of what could have been six mind-blowing, sex-filled months.

I graze the tattoo with my fingertips, again. “This is so fucking hot,” I say, heat building inside me, and then I pull him down to attack his lips with mine. I claw at the back of his head in an effort to get our mouths closer, as if that were even possible. My legs wrap around him to get more pressure there, too. I have no control over what my body does, when it comes to him. There is no holding anything back—that is, unless Caleb is the one doing the holding.

He easily pulls away from me, breaking the kiss. He detaches my grasping hands from the back of his neck, one at a time, and pins them above my head. He can’t do anything about my legs, though, so I keep them right where they are.

“Now, now, young lady,” he chastises me and begins kissing my throat and along the neckline of the kars escort shirt I’m wearing. “I want to go slow, this time. I wanted to go slow our first time, but you were naked and so close… and touching yourself,” he says and groans against my skin. The memory hits him below the belt, and his cock grows harder against my folds, with his sweatpants still separating us. Now, that just doesn’t seem right. There shouldn’t be anything keeping his flesh from meeting mine.

I unwrap my legs from his hips and place my feet at the waistline of his pants. Slowly, I push my feet down, taking the offending article of clothing with me. Caleb growls as if he’s frustrated with me, but that doesn’t stop him from lifting his hips, so I can keep sliding them down—over his ass, his thighs, and his calves, until they’re around his feet and he’s kicking out of them. I try my best to look innocent, like it was just a happy accident, but I’m way too proud of myself to pull it off right now.

“What the hell am I going to do with you, Em?” he asks. He’s still keeping his weight on his knees, holding himself away from me and not letting his guy part touch my girl part. They’re maddeningly close, though.

“Everything, please,” I reply with a big grin, because I know I’m about to get just that.

“I should restrain you,” he says and tightens his hold on my wrists, “since you can’t seem to restrain yourself.” My eyes light up, and I start tingling below the waist. My body apparently likes the idea of being tied up and ravished by him. He smirks, clearly enjoying my reaction. “Another time,” he promises, even though neither one of us knows when that other time might come. “Right now, I want your hands on me too much for that.”

He releases his grip on me and sits up. At first, I’m too distracted by the very sexy, very naked older man kneeling over me to remember that I’m now free to move about the Caleb. My eyes follow the faint trail of dark hair that cuts a path down the middle of his stomach, all the way to where his thick cock is jutting out and pointing right at me. He wants me to touch him, huh? I definitely don’t have to be told twice.

I sit up with him, his thighs still trapped between my legs, and strip off my shirt. In this position, my mouth is right in front of the tip of his dick. I wonder if he’ll mind that it’s not my hands that’ll be doing the touching. Looking up at him to watch his face, I stick out my tongue and tease the underside of the head with it. His cock twitches, and he closes his eyes.

“Emilie, you don’t have to—”

“Quiet,” I say, cutting him off. Before he can protest again, I take the whole head in my mouth to suck on it like a popsicle. The awkward position I’m in feels too much like an extended sit up, so I let him slip from my mouth for a second and bring my legs back, until I’m sitting on my heels, with one hand grabbing the base of his cock to help guide it back between my lips. My other hand travels over his hard body and comes to rest on his perfect ass.

He reaches down and collects my hair to hold it in place, and he grips my shoulder, using me to steady himself. His rough callouses scrape my skin, giving me goosebumps all over and making my nipples tighten up. His dick is so stiff that I can remove my hand from it and still keep working it with my hot mouth. My clit is begging for attention, and I reach down to dip my fingers in my pussy to get them wet, then begin circling my needy little pleasure center. My own touch makes me moan around the head of his cock, causing it to throb in my mouth.

Caleb sits back, taking his cock from my hungry mouth. I try to follow it, dropping the hand not playing with my clit to the mattress. I really want to keep sucking, but he strengthens his grip on my hair to hold me back. I pout at him for taking away my toy, but the sadistic bastard just smiles at me.

My mouth is all sloppy, so I take my hand from my pussy to wipe off my saliva, but he intercepts it. He leans in, tantalizingly close, and I close my eyes, expecting to feel his soft lips on mine. Instead, they close around the two fingers that are coated with my juices and sucks them into his mouth. I can feel the muscles of his tongue working, his soft, wet lips clamped around my digits, and the odd, surprising sensation of suction.

If I’m getting this turned on from having my fingers sucked, I can’t even imagine how good it must feel for him when I’m doing the same thing his dick. For the first time in my life, I wish I had a penis—a penis that comes equipped with a wet mouth worshiping it.

Once he’s cleaned me off—which takes longer than necessary, but I’m not complaining—he shifts back and onto the floor. When he crouches down at the foot of the bed, I crawl toward him, desperately seeking his kiss. For a split second, I get my wish, but way too quickly, he’s standing up again. He puts his strong hand between my shoulder blades and forces my chest to the bed.

“Stay,” he commands, and kıbrıs escort I giggle, loving bossy Caleb. He walks around the side of the bed, and the mattress dips behind me. Both of his hands grab my lush cheeks, pulling them apart to expose my ass and pussy to him. For just a second, the tip of his cock touches my slick opening, eliciting a whimper from me. I bite my lip. My pussy lips try to grab onto him and keep his cock where it belongs. No such luck.

My head snaps up when his teeth sink into the flesh of my round ass. Before I can fire off a snarky comment, he slips one of his fingers into my wet hole, and all that comes out of my mouth is an appreciative moan. After he slides in a second one, I feel a brand new sensation—the tip of Caleb’s tongue rimming my asshole. No, wait—what is it that the book chicks call it? Rosebud? Ok, yeah, that does sound prettier.

So, Caleb’s licking my rosebud, and my first thought is, “I hope I taste ok down there.” My next thought is, “Holy shit, that feels good!” I choose focus on the second one. Still driving his fingers in and out of me, making my already wet pussy even wetter, I feel his tongue trying to pry its way into my tighter hole. The intrusion is foreign, yet phenomenal and exciting, but I don’t think I’m quite ready for it tonight, so I squeeze my rosebud shut, barring him entry. Puffs of his breath hit my ass repeatedly, and I just know he’s laughing silently at my body’s response.

“Yeah, it’s real funny, jackass,” I grumble, as he removes his fingers and sits back so he’s no longer touching me at all. Thirty seconds of no contact is about all I can stand, so I part my thighs wider and wiggle my ass, doing my best to tempt him. It totally works, too, because the next thing I feel is his cock entering my cunt in one long, slow thrust, until every inch of him is stretching my walls. “You are so forgiven,” I manage to get out between little moans, as he holds himself inside me.

Caleb’s hands caress my arched back, then snake around and grab onto my tits. He pinches my nipples and starts planting soft kisses along my spine. My pussy quivers around him, letting him know it’s ready and begging him to start moving. His cock, to my utter frustration, does not comply. Between kisses, I feel his warm breath on my back as he says sexy things.

“I have your taste on my tongue…”—my pussy clenches around him—”My cock is buried deep inside you…”—clench—”and someday, the tight grip of your ass is going to milk the cum from my balls…”—holy fuck, clench—”You are going to be so fucking dirty for me, babe, but you will always, always be my angel.” And with that, he starts sliding his thick, rigid shaft in and out of me.

I’d participate or talk or even move, but melty piles of mush can’t do any of those things. If his hands weren’t on my hips right now, holding me in place, I’d be a puddle on his sheets. Sure, there will definitely be one of those by the time we’re done here, but you know what I mean.

Once I’m back to my usual, less liquidy state, I tell him the only thing that matters—the thing I said for the first time, just a couple hours ago.

“I love you so much, Caleb.”

And then he’s pulling out of me and flipping me onto my back, before plowing right back in to pick up where he left off, not missing a beat. I cry out in pleasure as he enters me at this new angle.

“Say it again,” he orders me, sweeping back the strands of white-blonde hair that fell over my eyes.

“I love you,” I repeat, happy to tell him as many times as he wants, and then some.

“I needed to see your face when you said those words,” he explains and kisses my lips, before resting his forehead on mine. “I love you, Emilie. There will never be a time when that isn’t true, no matter who or what tries to keep us apart.”

I shut my eyes and shake my head. “I don’t want to think about that right now. Please, just make love to me.”

And he does, slowly and deeply. He takes his time, letting us feel each other in ways we couldn’t when he was pile-driving me in the shower. This is a whole different form of sex. I loved the wild, unstoppable passion we shared earlier, but this is raw and thrilling in its own way. We’re more connected now than we’ve been this entire weekend.

With that feeling—and his dick—swelling inside me, I scream out with the force of my orgasm. His cock exploding inside me only intensifies my climax. He pushes deeper, hitting a spot that hurts, but in a way that feels really good. Once again, I’m filled with his cum. Once again, I feel fiercely guilty for not warning him of the consequences of it. When it shoots out into me, flooding my core, it’s nothing short of euphoric. It’s a drug, and I ache for the high it gives me.

He holds himself at that pleasure/pain spot until his cock stops pulsing and my pussy stops spasming. Then he holds himself there a little longer. Eventually, he pulls out, and our cum spills from my between my swollen lips and onto the sheets, creating that puddle I mentioned earlier. It’s like I’m psychic, or something.

His head drops onto my chest, and I wrap my arms around him, cradling him there. He rests a warm hand on my belly, stroking his thumb back and forth over my soft skin, and fuck if my womb doesn’t flutter at his touch.

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It was the most I’d ever looked forward to arriving home. Knowing that Sam would be there waiting for me was so incredibly exciting I could barely hold my paperback as the plane rose from the runway and started the eight-hour journey back to Chicago.

As the miles passed infinitely slowly to me at about six per minute, I briefly thought back to how Sam and I had finally managed to get together after years of rewarding friendship. The resulting physical relationship had been spectacular, but cut disappointingly short before it had even got into its second night. My arrival at work “the first morning after Sam” saw me joyous and carefree. Fifteen minutes later I was devastated. The company needed someone to leave for Europe immediately, and that someone was me.

Leaving Sam that evening was tough. We only had time to meet at the airport and share a quick coffee before my flight was called and we had one last kiss goodbye. I watched her for as long as I could as I waited in line to clear security, wishing more than anything my second night as Sam’s man could be even a tenth as good as the night before had been. I saw one last wave to me through the heavy security glass and then we were split for the next ten days.

The emergency that took me to London was a challenge but having Sam on my mind through the whole visit was far more taxing on me. We talked several times every day of course, mostly giggling and sharing intimate secrets as new lovers do. As the days wore on our exchanges became more passionate, more needy, as we explained what we intended to do to one another as soon as I returned—which positions we liked best, things we wanted to try but hadn’t yet, fantasies about each other that we wanted to turn into reality. Those were some steamy conversations.

It still amazed me that Sam had seen me in the same light for so long before our friendship burst into a relationship. Discovering that for so long I had featured in her fantasies as much as she had in mine was amusing, but it was also a huge turn on that added a wonderful freedom to our discussions that felt almost as amazing as having her skin next to mine.

I had worked hard, all through the weekend, to make the trip as short as possible and my return was on a Wednesday. Sam eagerly agreed to take the afternoon off work to meet me at the airport and bring me “straight home”. All through the flight I couldn’t draw my mind away from a vision of her pretty face and flowing hair, the magic of our finally getting together and the anticipation of spending more intimate time with her.

I felt like a teenager as I hurried through the airport to the baggage collection area where we’d agreed to meet. My pulse was racing, knowing Sam was either there or she would be at any moment. Even when I found my bag and she hadn’t arrived yet my heart pounded and my mind was still playing tricks on me… is this really happening? Is Sam really my girl? Looking around, she still wasn’t in the baggage hall, so I stepped off to the side where I had a good vantage point and waited to watch her arrive.

I saw her before she noticed me and I was so stunned by her appearance that I couldn’t even raise a hand to let her know where I was. Sam walked past me in the tightest pair of washed-out jeans I’d ever seen, leather boots half-way up her shins and a white woolen sweater with a huge collar. She looked statuesque and extremely sexy as she strutted over to the baggage carousel where she was obviously expecting me to be. Snapping back to reality, I smiled as I realized she was dressed just as I’d described in one the fantasies I’d discussed with her on the phone, and set off to catch up with her.

When she stopped to look around I caught up with her and tapped her on the shoulder. It was the most natural thing in the world when our mouths met and opened for the hungry kiss we’d been anticipating for days. Almost as though it were a final validation that I hadn’t dreamed our night together, Sam tasted just as I remembered and if it was possible, she looked even better than I could ever have imagined.

“I missed you.” She hugged me tightly when we broke the kiss. “As crazy as it sounds… I missed you.

“Me too.” I felt her heart thumping in her chest. “I missed you so much.”

After pausing for some more sensual kisses and some sublime moments of hands wandering over thighs and backs when we got into Sam’s car, she pulled out onto the freeway and we headed towards my apartment. The heavy afternoon traffic ensured that we weren’t going to get anywhere fast though, and we ground to a virtual halt within a mile of the airport.

I glanced over at her as she inched us forward amongst the other vehicles. After all this time I still marveled at her long wavy hair. I reached over and ran my fingers through it—because I could, and because I had wanted to so many times previously and not been able to. She flashed her white-teeth smile at me as her cute nose scrunched with an affectionate look and her hand patted kilis escort my thigh. Her eyes shone with sincerity, desire and playfulness. “You look beautiful.” I said slowly.

“You don’t look as tired as I expected.” She laughed and drew her had up my thigh until it touched the bulge in my jeans. “Mmmmm,” her eyes flashed wickedly over to me, “definitely not as tired as I expected.”

Her hand left its station teasingly early, but I loved the affection and the anticipation. My pulsing hard on twitched as I thought of how exciting it would be to strip Sam of her boots and jeans.

“How many times did you, you know… jerk off, while you were away.” I could almost hear the smirk in her voice as she asked.

“I didn’t.” I said truthfully. “I’ve been saving up for today.” I have no idea how I lasted with all of our dialogue, thoughts of Sam and this homecoming, but somehow I did.

“My goodness.” She seemed genuinely shocked. “Boy, are you going to be on a hair-trigger.”

The thought had crossed my mind, but for some strange reason I had persisted with my tactic, desperate that Sam should be the sole owner of my next orgasm. “Yes. I think you’ll have to be gentle with me.”

“I will.” She assured me with another affectionate pat on the erection. “Just so long as you are gentle with me… and then not-so-gentle… and then gentle again…”

For most of the torturous ride home I alternated between holding Sam’s hand and running my own hand slowly across her thigh. Feeling her through the incredibly tight denim was only stoking my fire. “Did you buy this outfit just because I said it was hot?”

“Not all of it.” she laughed. “I already had the boots and the jeans. You know, I think these were the jeans I was wearing the very first night we met. Do you remember? I haven’t worn them in ages.”

I remembered, not only did they still fit her perfectly, but they brought back powerful memories of my first vision of Sam, sitting on her boyfriend’s lap. I fell in love with her the first time I set eyes on her, and looking at her now it was easy to understand. “I remember.” I confessed sheepishly. “Those were the jeans I wanted into more than any other pair I’ve ever known.”

“And now you can.” Sam watched the road, but I knew she was smiling wickedly. “But only if I get inside yours.”

It was hard for me not to smirk as she weaved through the traffic. Like I could ever resist or deny her such a small pleasure? I switched the conversation to a more mundane topic, but all I was thinking about was slowly stripping away Sam’s clothing and caressing every inch of her.

She drove straight to my home, having thoughtfully brought along some vital provisions that would be missing from the refrigerator after my extended trip. I unlocked the door, kicked off my shoes and deposited my bags in the hallway while Sam took a bag of groceries into the kitchen and started to prime the coffee machine. I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. This was a moment I’d waited almost two weeks for.

“You know,” I started as Sam slipped around in my arms to look up at me, “I think I’ve just fallen in love with you for the second time. I’ll never forget that first moment I saw you, just like I’ll never forget when you took my hand.”

Sam knew exactly what I meant and I saw her eyes soften as she reached up to offer me her lips. I fell into her and pulled her close as we kissed intensely and allowed our hands to wander passionately over each other. She tasted just as I’d remembered and dreamed about for the last ten days—hot and crisp as our tongues played with each other.

Not a single word passed between us as we stepped out of the kitchen and headed for the stairs, the inevitability of what was happening requiring neither questions nor explanations. As I followed Sam up the stairway my heart was pounding and I could barely feel my feet on the carpet as my excitement became almost surreal. At the top of the stairs she turned around to smile at me, peck me on the cheek and take my hand so she could lead me into my bedroom.

“You’ve had a long journey,” Sam walked to the window and pulled the drapes closed, “let me help you out of those clothes.”

Walking towards me, her eyes now locked onto mine, Sam reached out and started to undo the buttons on my shirt from the top. This was one of the things I’d told her about while I was away. She smiled up at me as her fingers worked downwards, knowing how much I’d fantasized about her undressing me. Pulling the bottom of my shirt out from my waistband, she leaned forward and rested her head against the top of my chest as she eased the shirt off my arms. “I’ve fallen for you too.” she whispered as her hands dropped the shirt and started to caress my bare back.

While we kissed deeply and our tongues played in our open mouths, Sam started to pull at my belt and unbuckle it. With the belt released, her fingers pulled at the top button and I felt kırklareli escort myself sigh. I was already so hard and pulsing inside my clothes—the anticipation of her releasing me was sublime. We had broken the kiss and her eyes were smiling straight into me as she slowly pulled the zipper down the length of the bulge I was creating.

Sam slid down to her knees and faced my groin while she pulled my jeans over my hips and down to my feet. She was looking at the bulge in my briefs as I stepped out of my jeans, but made no move to touch me. I looked down and watched as she gently took hold of the elasticized waistband and lifted it over the tip of my throbbing cock. As she pulled my briefs away I sighed, feeling free from restriction and enjoying my hard on bobbing in the open with every move I made. Sam stared at me, the reddened head of my cock no more than a foot from her face, and ran her hands along my thighs. She nodded approval and looked up to me. “Nice to see you back.”

The next thing she did was to stand up and pull a chair over to where I was standing naked and motion me to sit down. “I feel a little overdressed now.” She smirked, glancing down at the upright member between my legs. “You don’t mind if I take a few of my clothes off, do you?”

I nodded slowly, watching enthralled as she started to pull her sweater over her head. When she had pulled her hair through the neck and shook it free, I could only stare at the full pink bra with lacy edges—the only thing she had on under the sweater. The urge to reach out and touch her was powerful, but I knew this was her working through the personal striptease I’d fantasized about for so long. Her eyes locked onto mine and she threw her sweater to the floor.

Next she bent down and pulled on the heels of her boots, one at a time before drawing them off her legs and revealing her perfect feet, each toenail painted a subtle red shade. I watched mesmerized as she straightened up, running her hands up her thighs and firing a smoldering look at me.

No words were required from her, and probably none were possible from me, as she unbuttoned her jeans slowly and eased the tight denim over her hips. Without taking her eyes from my face, she let them slip down to her feet and flicked them away. The lacy-fronted thong that was left behind to cover her pubic area matched the bra and highlighted her tanned silky thighs and tight tummy. Sam looked at her absolute finest as she smiled and turned around slowly to let me see all of her glory. As her round and firm bottom was paraded in front of me I imagined being able to brush my hand along its sublime curves and I felt another surge of pressure build in my already considerable erection.

When Sam had completed her turn, she paused to smile and then turned her back to me again so I could see the pure skin of her back and the pink lines of her bra and the thong. I watched entranced as she reached back and undid the catch of her bra, pulling away the strap as it released.

I expected her to turn back around at this point and reveal her gorgeous breasts to me but she simply dropped the bra onto the floor and hooked her thumbs into the sides of the thong. I couldn’t believe how erotic it was to watch her bend over and pull it down, her bottom seeming to come closer to me as stepped out of the thong and a small gap opened between her legs, allowing me a glimpse of paradise.

In the short time we were lovers before my trip I didn’t get a chance to truly appreciate what a wonderful body Sam had, but now as she turned to face me and let me have a perfect view of her full, round, breasts and her beautifully trimmed and pouting little pussy I let my eyes bask in her. My head shook slowly in wonder and my cock twitched as she reached up to sample her own breast, pushing it upwards and enjoying the sensation of her own palm running across her nipple.

“I’ve wanted to take my clothes off for you the whole time you were away.” she confessed with a smile. “Did you like watching me?”

“Very much.” I nodded as she brought her lips down to mine for a tantalizing tongue kiss while she ran her hand along my thigh.

“Let’s see now…” She kneeled down in front of me and spread my legs wide while I sat on the chair. My cock was straining at its limit, pointing straight up in appreciation for Sam’s erotic nudity. “Looks to me like you might be ready for a little physical contact.” She giggled, bringing her head closer and closer to my throbbing erection.

With her hands firmly stroking the insides of my thighs with slow circular movements, Sam’s mouth was no more than three inches away from me. As I looked down at her, I could feel the heat of her breath as she moved her head up and down to inspect me. The suspense of the moment was incredible as she simply watched me twitch and move with every heartbeat that tried to pump me up further. Then, after a quick smile up to me, Sam’s head covered my view of my cock as she allowed karabük escort her mouth to slowly descend onto me.

The first thing I felt was her tongue as it rubbed against the tip and then explored under the rim of my cock. Sam’s head moved a little to each side as she slid her tongue around the edges of my cockhead before she closed her lips and clamped me firmly in her mouth. I felt a spine-tingling rush of pleasure as she sucked hard on me and slowly drew her mouth back off me. Just as I popped out of her mouth, she quickly bobbed down again, a little deeper this time, and clamped me for another slow sucking journey up my length. The third time she closed her mouth around me one of her hands came to my balls and gently pressed them downwards while she drew her mouth upwards again.

As I watched her head move on me and felt the incredible sensations she was creating, I found myself breathing deeply and closing my eyes involuntarily as Sam worked her magic. Now both of her hands were on my shaft—one behind me, propping me forward while the other palmed me up and down slowly with an exquisite pressure that she ran from the rim of my cock all the way down to push at my retracting balls. All the time Sam kept the head of my cock between her lips, sucking hard, flicking me with her tongue and taking my pleasure level higher and higher.

Feeling her open hand work up and down the underside of my cock and her tongue work all around the rim, I sighed and closed my eyes. I felt better in her mouth than I could dare imagine. Her technique was incredible and her timing superb.

With one final look into my eyes, my cock still in her mouth, Sam stood up slowly, still holding me in her hand. The look of desire in her face was now intense as she stepped over my left leg and started to ease herself down into my lap.

“I can’t tell you how much I’ve thought about this.” The fire burning in her eyes matched the heat being generated all over my body. “I’ve needed you inside me. I’ve wanted to feel you enter me.”

Still holding me, Sam stepped over my leg so she was straddling me while I sat in the chair. Now she brought herself down so that the tip of my cock was poised to part her pussy lips as they started to coat me with her flowing juices. She felt hot as our sexes met and I held her sides to help her lower herself. Facing me, she closed her eyes as I filled her. All around my cock I felt her slick pussy cover me and squeeze me. I heard her gasp as she settled on me and I looked up to see her start to smile.

“Welcome home.”

It seemed to be my cue to take an active part in the proceedings and I immediately reached up and began massaging Sam’s breasts, one in each hand. She kissed me, her tongue hungrily searching for mine as I found her nipples and started to roll them slowly in my fingers. Sam squirmed down on my hard on, squeezing me into her just a little more and I could almost feel her wetness seeping out beneath us.

As Sam’s breathing started to deepen our mouths broke and I craned down to lift a hard nipple into my mouth and suck on it. “Oh baby.” Sam gasped as I pushed her breast up towards me. I wound my tongue around her bud and sucked readily as she gasped and whispered in my ear. I let my free hand move around to caress her ass cheeks as she continued to squirm on me and send shivers through my every fiber. Just as I started to pull Sam closer to me, she started to ease herself up and slide herself back down on my cock. I had to remove her nipple from my mouth but could look up to see her face, obviously intent on taking us both towards climax now.

“God, you feel so good.” I breathed to her as she worked herself on and off me in long, slow movements that ground down into my open lap. “I’ve wanted you more than ever these last few days.”

Sam smiled through her passion and wrapped her arms around my neck as she continued to bounce us slowly towards heaven. Even though her legs were spread wide, her pussy felt tight as it clamped me and my rock hard cock plunged up and down her velvet walls. With every stroke Sam sighed as I filled her, the rim of my cock creating an exquisite friction as it pushed and pulled with her movements. Then, she simply settled into my lap again, breathing heavily and pulling me close to her.

“I want you to take me from behind.” she panted to me, her need now obvious in her flushed face. “Just like you told me on the phone.”

Without another word Sam slipped off me, stepped over to the bed, and crawled onto it, waiting for me on her hands and knees, her pussy prominently displayed and offered to me between her splayed thighs. Standing up from my chair, I slowly followed her over to the bed, savoring the view and what was to come. Bobbing in front of me I glanced down at my soaking cock, glistening with her wetness, and noticed that it was still pointing straight up, hard and excited as I’d ever known.

I couldn’t resist touching her pussy as it waited for me. My fingers slid easily along her greased, swollen skin as I felt her folds and found her clit before I slipped my middle finger deep inside her. Sam immediately pressed her pubic area back down onto my hand as I moved my finger and explored her, feeling deep and upwards towards her tummy, which I knew she liked so much.

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She was starting to feel the weight of everyday life push her down again. Desperately trying to cling onto the person she was becoming was getting exhausting.

Then the call came. She was pleased to hear from him and talk to him again. He always knew what to say to make her laugh and put everything into perspective. He calmed her.

After kidding herself she was going to think about it she accepted the fact that she needed to get away to be herself so she jumped at the chance.

As soon as she stepped through the front door he pulled her into him and kissed her hard and passionately. She melted into him wrapping her arms around his big strong body.

After breaking from their embrace he spun her around and bent her over so that she was leaning on the sofa. Stood behind her he slowly pushed her dress up so it was bunched up around her hips. As he brushed one hand over each butt cheek she could feel a familiar tingling feeling. Taking her knickers in his teeth he pulled on them playfully before stripping them off her. He then bent over and planted small kissed on her delicious rounded cheeks.

He let go for a brief second to undo his jeans and let them and his pants fall to the floor, his mighty erection standing proud in front of him. He plummeted himself in to her with ease and a sense of desperation. She let out an involuntary scream of surprise at the force.

Bracing herself on the sofa as he started to hammer in to her she felt the beginning of her pleasure spasm rush through her body. He got faster and faster until she couldn’t help herself anymore, she let out a moan of pleasure as her pussy contracted around his cock. As she did this he groaned and his balls rose up and emptied. His seed filled her, their juices mingling inside her. He pulled out of her, kissed her on the bum again and pulled his pants and trousers back up.

Smiling and with wobbly legs she stood up and straightened herself out.

Handing her a glass of wine he gestured to her to come out in the garden. She took a big mouthful. Stood in the early evening light everything had a hint of gold washing over it. The garden looked peaceful and beautiful.

He looked her up and down smiled and tenderly slid his hands inside the shoulders of her dress and pulled it down. With hardly any effort it fell to the ground. He quickly reached around behind her and unhooked her bra to reveal her complete, pale, curvaceous, naked body. Her body instantly covered in goose bumps from the combination of the warmth in the air, the chill in the breeze and the rush of excitement.

Without saying a word he pushed her hard against the wall, took her hands, reached into a bag on the ground, he had put there earlier, and produced a pair of soft pink leather handcuffs. Her eyes widened at the sight of them with excitement and nerves.

Locking his eyes onto hers he gently put the cuffs on her, kissing each hand gebze escort as he did so. Letting her hands fall in front of her he reached into the bag again. This time he had a collar in his hands. It was pink leather too and matched the handcuffs. He swept her hair out of the way as he buckled it gently around her neck. He cupped her face in his hand and kissed her tenderly before clipping a chain lead onto the collar, a fine chain with a pink leather handle.

He then fastened a matching pink leather blindfold around her head. The world went dark, her breathing went shallow and the anticipation tore through her.

“kneel.” he commanded. She obeyed and knelt on the spot where she was stood. Still holding on to her lead he took off his clothes and stood naked in front of her, she couldn’t see his huge hard cock waving in her face.

“Open your mouth.” He commanded again. Knowing what was going to happen she happily opened her mouth to take him. With her hands and arms constricted he could choose his own speed and rhythm, which drove him wild. Still holding on tightly to the lead with one hand he held onto her head with the other pushing himself into her as hard as he could without making her gag. His legs started to buckle under him as he came hard in her mouth. She pulled herself away from him and swallowed her mouthful.

Breathing heavily he stumbled backwards slightly. She started to stand up. “You will only stand when I tell you to.” He said forcefully to her. She stopped moving and bowed her head.

After he had composed himself he walked over to her, took the lead and tugged on it again. “You may stand.” He said. She stood up, before she had a chance to brush the grass off her legs he pulled her into him and kissed her, her mouth still warm and sticky from his load.

She couldn’t see him grin at her as he took the end of the lead. Tugging on it playfully he led her inside and up the stairs to the bedroom. She didn’t say a word as she followed him up the stairs.

The bedroom was dimly lit with candles, the curtains closed and the bed made neatly.

He guided her to the bed and told her to lie down. Still blindfolded, collared and cuffed she tentatively led down. Taking her cuffed arms he tied them above her head, to the bed stead, with some soft rope. He leant over and kissed her cheek working his way down her body he kissed her neck and then her nipples, circling each one with the end of his tongue. Her body reacted to his touch in a way that pleased him. She started to moan a little with pleasure which pleased him even more.

He used his tongue to caress her entire body, down her legs and then sucked each of her toes before slowly working his way back up her legs to her pussy. He slid his finger inside her with ease. She was dripping wet with arousal and still moaning. Thrusting his finger in and out of her and his thumb flicking her clit she gümüşhane escort started bucking against him with the sensation. He kept going until her orgasm exploded out of her.

Feeling very pleased with himself he stood back and watched as her whole body, still tied, seemed to rise and fall with her deep breathing.

As her breathing worked its way back to normal he separated her legs again. Seeing her pleasure juices glistening on the inside of her thighs he licked his lips. Bending over her he used his tongue to lap it up. Still feeling very sensitive after her orgasm she flinched at the touch of his tongue on her skin.

When he had finished he got up off the bed and left her there tied, naked and satisfied. “Masters slave will stay here” he said to her as he shut the bedroom door behind him. She sighed loudly with a little bit of frustration but mostly satisfaction.

Downstairs, in the lounge, he looked from the clock to the front door and back again. As his eyes wandered back to the clock the doorbell rang.

Upstairs she listened intensely to hear who had come to the door but all she could hear was her own heart beating loudly inside her, she felt vulnerable.

She tried to relax and ignore the fact that she had been left tied up for god knows how long. She must have relaxed more than she thought as the sound of the bedroom door opening made her jump.

“Are you ready for more my sexy slave?” he asked. She didn’t answer. “Answer your master when he asks you a question!” he said with a raised voice.

“Yes master I am.” She said. He leant over her and kissed her forehead, her cheeks and then her lips as he untied the rope her hands were tied with. He took the hand cuffs off her and told her to get up on all fours. “I have a surprise for you!” he said with excitement in his voice.

She didn’t respond but wondered what it could be.

Still blind folded and collared she braced herself on all fours on the bed. He knelt behind her, bent down and kissed down her back whilst taking the lead in one hand and using the other to reach underneath her and stroke her pussy until it was wet enough for him to enter her.

As he slowly moved in and out of her she could feel herself starting to get lost in her pleasure zone again until she heard what she thought was a groan, a manly groan that came from across the room and not behind her.

“Yes, we have company.” He said as if reading her mind. “Come and join us.” He said over the top of her whilst still buried inside her.

She felt the weight of another person join them on the bed. The other man knelt in front of her and stroked her hair. “Open wide again.” The command came from behind her. She obeyed and felt a large, warm, hard cock slide slowly into her mouth.

Using his hands to hold onto her head the guest started to fuck her face slowly as she was fucked izmir escort from behind too. Almost as if they had planned to do so both men started to moan and speed up.

Leaning all of her weight on to one arm she used the other one to reach down between her legs and slowly rub her clit. She couldn’t believe just how wet she was, she was dribbling down the inside of her legs.

The guest was starting to groan heavily, he stopped thrusting and she could feel his cock throbbing and filled her mouth with his salty juice as he held her head.

Still being pumped from behind she could feel her own orgasm looming. He let out a loud moan from behind her and pushed deeper as he too shot his load into her. As her pussy filled with his cream she too let out a cry of pleasure as her orgasm took over her body and made her shudder.

Still on all fours she panted and wobbled as both men climbed off the bed.

She went to remove her blindfold to see who the other man was. Feeling a hard tug on her lead she stopped. “You don’t have permission to remove that.” He said sternly then leant over and kissed her.

“Stand up.” He said with a softer tone in his voice. She did as she was told.

She could hear the two men moving around the room and get on the bed. She had got a real kick out of being ‘spit roast’ but didn’t think she could do it again.

“Climb on.” He said. She tentatively felt around her and climbed back on to the bed. “No. Climb on me.” She used her hands to feel down his body until she came to his cock. She couldn’t believe just how hard he was again. With a smile on her face she leant down and kissed the end of his cock before lowering her aching wet pussy on to him.

He shut his eyes with pleasure as she started to slowly ride him. He held on to her thighs tightly. She felt a slight tug on her lead and then a hand on her back forcing her forward. She leant as far forward as she could. She felt the guest weight leaning on her back and his hard cock prodding at her. He rubbed it down her back before gently pushing it into her ass. She let out a loud cry of surprise.

Finding a rhythm between the three of them the feeling was intense she had never known anything like it. It didn’t last long.

Within minutes there was an explosion of cum and she was filled again, but didn’t care. Her own orgasm seemed to consume her and she let out cries of pleasure louder than both men put together.

The guest pulled out of her and got off the bed. She heard the bedroom door open and then shut. He was gone.

Still straddling him as he breathed heavily he reached up and took her blind fold off. She looked down at him as he smiled back at her. He reached a big strong hand up around her neck and pulled her down to kiss him unbuckling the collar at the same time. He rubbed her neck with affection.

She climbed off and led down next to him. “Who was that?” she asked. He turned to face her, stroked the side of her face, kissed her nose and said “You are never going to know!” She playfully pushed him away from her with a giggle.

They led there in each other’s arms for a while before she asked him to get her a drink. “Yes master.” He replied with a wink.

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Maddie stood inside the entrance to Hegarty’s, scanning the cool interior as the door closed behind her.

At this late hour there were a few dozen people filling the tables scattered around the room, with several more sitting on stools at the bar. The raucous conversation taking place between four young guys in the corner competed with the rock music flowing from the chrome and glass jukebox. A drunken woman stumbled alone to the beat, her high heels clacking across the wood floor.

Maddie smiled at the sight and turned her attention to Dean Hegarty, who stood behind the bar pouring a beer. Caught up in conversation with the older guy seated on the stool in front, he hadn’t noticed her arrival yet. She let out the breath she’d been holding and took the time to enjoy the view before his gaze swung her way.

His short dark hair was fashioned in its usual scruffy style, matching the permanent stubble on his jaw. He wore a grey t-shirt over his broad chest, and she didn’t need to look behind the bar to know a pair of worn jeans would be covering the lower half of his body. His strong hands were quick and capable as he worked, his attention flicking between his customer and the rapidly filling glass.

She wanted those hands on her. It was the only reason she ever came here anymore.

He slid the beer into the man’s outstretched palm and glanced up as if he’d sensed her presence. When his brown eyes met her grey ones, Maddie watched the change come over him.

A frown marred that gorgeous face of his, then he checked her out with a cursory glance and returned his attention to his customer. If she didn’t know better she would have been under the impression he hadn’t noticed the effort she’d put into her appearance tonight, but that flare of heat she saw in his eyes just before he turned his head gave him away.

Her light brown curls flowed loosely down her back and her long legs were bare, ending in a pair of silver stilettos that displayed bright pink toenails. She wore a black mini-dress that dipped low in the front, with just a pair of black lace panties underneath. When she strolled toward him Maddie felt the subtle sway of her breasts with each step.

She took her place on the barstool two seats down from the next occupied one, watching as Dean said a few parting words to the other man, then made his way over to her.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, looking her over. He didn’t sigh but the tone of his voice suggested he might as well have. “Wait—scratch that, I know what exactly you’re doing here. I don’t have time for this, Maddie.”

She fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing it wouldn’t do anything to help her cause. With her elbows resting on the bar she leaned forward just enough to have her dress gaping at the front. “Sure about that?” she asked, giving him an eyeful.

His attention lingered on her cleavage a little longer than necessary for someone who was trying to give the impression he wasn’t interested. He met her eyes again and shook his head, huffing out a reluctant laugh. “Really subtle. Nice work.”

She grinned despite his moodiness. “Thanks. Just out of interest, why do we have to keep going through this same routine?”

Maddie couldn’t decide if she wanted it to be different or if the challenge had become a big part of what turned her on. The only thing that bothered her now was that each new seduction took more effort from her with further resistance from him. His apparent loss of interest in this game they’d been playing for the last seven months had begun to concern her lately.

“I show up here,” she said, “you pretend you don’t want anything to do with me anymore then we go upstairs to your apartment. Can’t we just skip to the fucking part?”

The man sitting nearby let out a guffaw. Maddie shot him a look then returned her attention to Dean.

She waited while he considered her for a few long, uncomfortable moments. Any previous signs of amusement disappeared and the muscle ticking in his jaw made her heart thump. She opened her mouth to fill the uncomfortable silence but the expression on his face stopped her. The tension built between them until she felt the need to brace herself, then he finally put her out of her misery. “You’ve gotta go,” he said.

Surprise came over her and her eyes widened. “Why?” She tried to ignore the twinge of desperation in her stomach.

“I’m done. The last time… that was it for me. I’m tired of being your personal sex toy.”

Her pulse fluttered in her throat. Maddie stared at him, not sure where to go from here. He’d never mentioned anything when they were last together. They’d spent their usual couple of hours fulfilling each other’s physical needs while touching on none of the emotional ones, then she’d left his apartment while he slept to avoid the awkward goodbyes—just like every other time.

“What? So… that’s it?” she asked. It felt like a door had been slammed in her face. She wanted to crumple before him but forced herself to keep trabzon escort it together.

He met her eyes and nodded.

“You can’t. We—I… ” Emotion welled up inside her, her confusion only making things worse. She glanced around in a futile effort to find something to anchor to but it only left her feeling more alone. Why did she care? There had never been anything between them beyond the physical. They’d made no promises to each other or discussed the idea of turning this casual connection into something more permanent. In the back of her mind she’d known it would have to end at some point. She’d just hoped it would be later rather than sooner.

Maddie swallowed and forced herself to remain calm, but she couldn’t stop herself from wanting to inflict a little hurt on him in the hope it might lessen some of hers. “I’ll find someone else,” she said, then it hit her all of a sudden that there would never be anyone quite like him.

His gaze remained locked with hers. “I know.”

She twisted the strap on the small handbag tucked under her arm, wondering how it had come to this.

They’d first met when she worked at her previous job in an office building just a block from here. The staff had come in to Hegarty’s every Friday night to wind down at the end of the busy work week. Even though three Fridays had passed before she and Dean finally got together, there had been something between them right from the beginning.

She still remembered the way he’d held her gaze, his mouth kicking up at one corner while she tried her best to hide her flustered reaction. He’d made her heart thump faster just being near him, but when he’d touched her that first time… God, he’d filled her body with a jumble of sensations she could still clearly remember now.

Maddie had stopped coming here on Fridays, and now her only visits were whenever she experienced the craving that only Dean seemed able to fill. She’d been under the impression the arrangement worked for both of them but his expression had a look of finality about it that made her want to beg him for just a little more time.

It occurred to her that she may have been replaced. The idea stung, and she struggled to keep the hurt from her voice. “So… which one of the bar staff are you seeing?” she asked, glancing at the young redhead currently flirting with a customer at the other end of the bar. Maddie knew there was a pretty blonde, too, but she didn’t appear to be working tonight. A guy she’d never seen before had taken her place.

Dean let out a controlled breath. “None of them.”

“So… you have a girlfriend. Anyone I know?”

“That falls under the category of none of your business.”

“Dean.”

“Maddie.” He gave her a look filled with such patience it made her feel petty and small.

If she wanted to keep her pride intact, Maddie knew she had to let it go for now, but she couldn’t bring herself to leave because he’d think she was running away. Since she’d done nothing wrong, she raised her eyes and blinked a few times while she took a calming breath. “All right,” she said, meeting his gaze again. “Are you going to frogmarch me out of here or can I stay for a drink?”

His lips moved with a barely noticeable quirk. “Stay if you want. We’re closing in an hour-and-a-half.”

He turned away from her and went about serving up her regular drink as if she was just another customer, one who’d never shared all those intimate moments with him. She watched his back as he worked, wanting to ask why he’d had a change of heart—or mind since there’d obviously been no heart involved from the outset—but there didn’t seem to be any point.

He came back and placed her drink in front of her. A look came over him that made him appear as if he had something more to say, then he seemed to think better of it and tapped the counter with his fingertips. He gave her a quick, closed-mouthed smile then moved down the bar to serve another customer.

Maddie let out a long sigh and rubbed her thumb over the condensation already forming on the glass. She couldn’t figure out why it bothered her so much that he didn’t want her anymore. She loved men, she enjoyed their company… the pleasure they gave her, but she never got attached to them.

Her fingers wrapped around the glass, and she raised it to take a couple of deep gulps. When she discovered how strong he’d made the concoction, Maddie couldn’t decide whether to laugh or cry.

Her gaze drifted around the room, taking in the rowdy guys in the corner. The dancing drunk woman had now draped herself over a seated man who looked as if he couldn’t figure out if he welcomed the attention. She watched the woman trace the shell of the man’s ear with her fingertip and him squirm in response. Maddie smiled absently and turned back to the bar, searching for Dean.

She found him laughing with a male customer and the female bar attendant. The young woman was in her early twenties at most, with her red hair pulled tunceli escort into a ponytail and a belly ring glimmering from the pale skin revealed by the hem of her too-tight t-shirt. She touched Dean’s arm and sent him a look that appeared much more intimate than one an employee would normally give her boss.

Maddie had never felt the quick stab of jealousy before when it came to men… or one man in particular. She realised what it meant, and the thought made her heart pound. She watched Dean for a while longer then glanced away and took another long drink, surprised to find that the next mouthful left her glass empty. She set it on the counter and gestured for another.

* * * * *

Dean called last drinks to the remaining crowd and began tidying up behind the bar, glad for the night to be almost over. Everything had gone well up until Maddie’s appearance, then it all turned to shit and he couldn’t think straight anymore.

He grabbed a couple of empty glasses from the counter and flicked another glance in her direction. He’d expected her to take his rejection in stride but the way she’d reacted made him think he’d hurt her.

She’d spent the last two songs dancing with a tall blonde guy whose wandering hands made Dean want to loosen a few of his teeth. Watching her with someone new brought home just how much she meant to him. Funny, since she’d always been oblivious to his feelings and made it obvious the only thing she wanted from him was sex.

He watched her move, thankful she’d ditched the handsy asshole now. She stood alone on the dance floor, her eyes closed and her lithe body swaying. Her arms rose above her head, her small bag hanging from one shoulder as she twirled her fingers in the air.

Dean took in the swing of her hips, the way her head tilted back and her hair flowed over her bare shoulders. Despite what had happened between them he still wanted to slip in behind her, wrap his arms around her waist and pull her against him.

Her eyes opened and her gaze settled on him. He felt the shock of the connection, the steady thump of his heart as they watched each other. Need churned inside him the way it always did when he had her within his sights.

He refused to look away; he couldn’t stop himself from taking in every detail while he still had the chance.

She smiled at him, just the barest movement of her mouth before she turned in a slow circle and met his eyes again. Although they were too far apart to touch, he could almost feel the heat of her body against him.

Her hands dropped to her sides and her tongue slipped out to moisten her lower lip. He watched her eyes dart to rear of the bar, to the door that led up to his apartment. That one brief glance let him know exactly what she wanted. No matter how much he’d tried to make her think he didn’t care, he wanted it, too.

If she’d been cocky about it he would have found it easy to turn away from her and forget about this connection of theirs, because then he’d finally know for sure it was all just a game—but she didn’t look like a woman who only wanted to win a meaningless challenge.

She kept her steady gaze on him, the hopeful expression on her face finally pushing him over the edge.

He let out a resigned breath and fired instructions at Carrie and Brett, the two staff members who were working for him tonight. When he felt confident enough leaving them alone to close up for the night, his gaze swung back to Maddie.

One more time, he thought, then he was done.

* * * * *

Dean shoved Maddie against the closed door of his one bedroom apartment, his mouth pressing to hers, hard and demanding as it took control. They’d already spent a while on the stairs, neither of them able to finish the ascent because they couldn’t keep their hands off each other long enough to take the steps.

With a couple of jerky movements she rid herself of her shoes, making the height difference between them more obvious. One of her hands sank into his hair and gripped the dark strands, her lips responding to his punishing kiss with a fierceness of their own. She grabbed his other hand and directed it under her dress, just as forward as she’d always been in letting him know what she needed.

He cupped her pussy and rubbed her through her panties, his groan muffled against her mouth. She pulled her lips free and let out a strangled cry as her hips rocked to meet his massaging fingers.

“Tell me what you want from me,” he said, hearing the huskiness in his voice.

Her fingers loosened in his hair and her breaths grew heavier. “An orgasm.”

Her response would have made him smile at any other time. He wasn’t in the mood right now, though. He nipped her jaw and rubbed her pussy, take pleasure in the way she twisted against him. “What else?”

“I don’t… I can’t think.”

She moved her hips toward him, meeting the slow glide of his fingers. Her wetness seeped through her panties, coating his hand uşak escort in a musky sheen. “Stop thinking,” he said, pressing his thumb against her clit. “Say what you feel.”

Her palms slid down from his hair to clasp his jaw. She pressed her lips to his, her tongue taking on a life of its own and driving him wild with need. Her soft whimpers made him want to tear her panties off her. He sank his hand under hair and clutched her curls in his fist, pulling her mouth off his. “Talk to me,” he said.

A guttural sound he’d never heard before came from her. She suddenly pushed off the door and propelled him backward, shoving him against the opposite wall hard enough to make the picture above his head rattle.

Dean growled and dragged her in for another long kiss, keeping her close with his arms wrapped around her. He wanted to turn her around, shove her panties down and fuck her right here; his need for her almost consumed him. When he finally pulled away from her they were both breathless.

“I feel… out of control,” she said.

“Yeah? Tell me something I don’t know.” He tugged her dress over her body and pulled it free from her hair, dropping it beside him. His gaze wandered over her as she stood before him in only her panties. The view made his pulse quicken and his erection strain against his pants. Her mouth was pink, swollen from their kisses. Her stomach tightened with her quick breaths and her nipples hardened under his appraisal.

He couldn’t wait. He needed her now. Dean stripped off his t-shirt and flung it away. He pulled her to him, groaning at the feel of bare breasts against bare chest. One hand swept over her ass while the other slipped between her legs, curling over her pussy. His gaze remained on hers while he manipulated her sensitive flesh through her panties.

“You tell me something first.” She appeared to be trying to keep it together but she shuddered as his thumb pressed against her clit. Her body rocked toward him as if chasing the release only he could give her. Maddie gasped at his touch, holding his face in her hands. “Why did you change your mind?”

He leaned in and kissed her, gentling his lips as he worked his fingers inside the leg of her panties to touch her directly. She whimpered in response, almost making him lose it. “Couldn’t help it,” he said as his fingers encountered wet, warm skin.

“God, Dean.” She bit his lower lip then flicked her tongue over him to soothe him. “Why?”

He kissed her hard, feeling arousal, need and frustration, collide inside him. When their mouths parted he rested his forehead against hers and decided to just give in to it all. “Because I feel something for you,” he said. “I want more from you than sex.”

She let out a squeak. He wondered if the reaction meant something good or bad but then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with more enthusiasm than he’d ever felt from her before. Her tongue dipped into his mouth, her body plastered against him, her hands were in his hair. It was like she couldn’t get close enough.

While he held her and their mouths moved together, he brought her off with his hand. She kept letting out these little moans that made him want to fuck her and cuddle her at the same time. His fingers slid back and forth over her slippery clit, pushing her, teasing her, until he felt her shudder and cry out against his mouth.

Warmth unfurled in the pit of his stomach, and he groaned. She still clutched him to her as her hand slipped between their bodies to curve over his erection. Dean thrust his tongue into her mouth and pulled his hand from her panties. He placed it over hers and squeezed, rubbing his cock with her.

Maddie broke the kiss and breathed against his lips. “Let me… God, I need to—” She nudged his hand away and worked on the zipper of his jeans, yanking it open and pushing the denim over his hips.

He loved her urgency. She’d always been this way with him, desperate to get him inside her, excited over every touch. He remembered how they used to fuck hard and fast the first time just so they could take it easy the second time around.

She worked his boxer briefs over his cock and released him. Her gaze dropped to check out what she’d revealed, and when her eyes came back to meet his, the look in them made him snap.

Dean kissed her hard one final time then grabbed her upper arms and reversed their positions, pressing her face first against the wall. He shoved his jeans over his thighs and almost tore her panties from her as he lowered them over the cheeks of her round little ass.

He grabbed hold of his dick and pressed it into the crevice created by her parted thighs, rubbing it along her smooth, wet channel.

“Don’t tease me, Dean. I can’t wait. Fuck me,” Maddie pleaded.

He leaned in and grazed his teeth over her throat, easing inside her with a slow thrust. She sighed and pushed back against him to deepen the connection. He kissed her ear, nibbled the lobe. She was so tight the urge came over him to start thrusting and never stop.

Once he’d filled her completely, her head turned and her eyes met his. She had a dazed look about her that made him want to smile. Dean gave her a kiss on her mouth, then without another word pulled back and plunged inside her again.

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Lauren was sitting on the couch reading her the latest ebook release by her favorite author when she heard the garage door opening. Smiling to herself, she tapped her finger to turn the page while she waited for her husband to come inside the house. He was home a little early, which was nice. She usually managed to make it home before him, but this time she’d only been reading for about five minutes – and she hadn’t been expecting him for at least another thirty.

A few seconds later, the door between the garage and the house opened and she looked up from where she was seated on the couch. Seeing her curled up there, Simon’s face immediately relaxed from its normal grumpy expression – her hubby definitely had whatever the male version of resting bitch face would be called – and relaxed into a smile.

“Hey honey,” she said, uncurling from her position and setting her ebook down on the coffee table as he took off his favorite brown hat. “How was work?”

“It was a day,” he replied, meeting her halfway through the room for a kiss.

She hadn’t been expecting a real answer, on Fridays he liked to come home and unwind. Likely she wouldn’t hear about his day today until tomorrow, but she always asked.

When their lips parted, he smiled down at her. “How was your day?”

“Not bad,” she said, following him as he let her go and went to sit down in his armchair with a slight groan. Chuckling, she moved around behind the chair and began to massage his shoulders. With a much louder, although still low, groan, he leaned forward to give her better access to his tense muscles.

Digging her fingers in to his shoulder blades, Lauren worked at the knot she could feel there as she began to tell him about her day. Most people wouldn’t think that being an accountant was all that interesting, but some of the things her clients did… Of course she never shared confidential information with him, as a judge he’d be pretty disapproving of that even if she wanted to, but there were always funny little stories she could tell him.

“Really?” her husband asked, laughing.

“Yup. We spent thirty minutes trying to figure out why he’d been charged an extra dollar and twelve cents on his cable bill.” One of her most well-to do clients, the man had only ever had one job – which he’d barely managed to last a few days at – and had spent his life living off his trust fund. He van escort was happy to throw his money around when he chose, but even a dollar extra on any of his bills and he had to know WHY.

“Maybe he just wanted your company,” her husband teased, twisting around as he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her to him. Lauren laughed as she ended up tumbling into his lap, his arms easily catching her. Simon nuzzled the side of her neck. “I know I always do.”

“Well, I hope so,” she teased. “You are married to me.” Which made her one lucky girl. Simon was the whole package – smart, handsome, confident without being arrogant (okay, maybe a little arrogant sometimes but deservedly so) a wicked sense of humor, great in bed, and even though he did often look grumpy he wasn’t actually a grump. He was her cocky silver fox and she loved him as much now as they day she’d married him.

“Best decision I ever made,” he said, sliding his hand up her shirt and making her giggle as he tipped her back for another romantic kiss. Lauren wrapped her hand around the back of her neck to keep her from feeling like she was falling as she opened her mouth to him, her body coming alive as his tongue swept into her mouth and his hand closed over her breast.

It wasn’t often that Simon came home amorous immediately, but she certainly didn’t mind when he did.

She kissed him back passionately, her fingers sliding into his hair. He’d turned grey early, but it looked good on him, making him appear handsomely distinguished. She hummed in the back of her throat as his hand caressed her breast, making the little bud of her nipple harden and swell inside of her bra.

And she couldn’t help giggling again when he couldn’t get the cup of that particular garment down. Simon hated bras. Well, Simon hated her bras.

His hand slid out from underneath her shirt and Lauren squeaked as she found herself being lifted up in his arms. The hand in his hair slid down as she threw her arms around his neck.

“What are you doing?” she scolded. “You shouldn’t be carrying something as heavy as me!”

Simon’s dark eyes skewered her with a look as he started towards their bedroom – since the master bedroom was on the first floor it wasn’t far away at least. “Woman, you’d better not be putting yourself down.”

Dammit. She never should have told him about the spanking books yalova escort she’d read.

“That’s not what I meant,” she protested. It had totally been what she’d meant.

He raised his eyebrow at her, looking almost haughty as he stared down at her, shouldering the door to their bedroom open. “Then are you saying I’m not strong enough to carry you?”

“That’s definitely not what I meant,” she said more firmly. Simon was in great shape. She on the other hand… but if he wanted to carry her off to bed like some kind of 1970s romance book cover hero, who was she to argue? “Just shut up and kiss me.”

Laughing, Simon complied and Lauren tightened her arms around him. The kissing became more enthusiastic as he set down her legs so she could stand and their hands busily got to work. Clothes fell between caresses, and then his lips pulled away from hers so they could follow where his hands were going. Lauren let out a soft moan as his mouth closed around her nipple, his fingers kneading the soft flesh of her breast and stirring an aching need in her pussy.

She threaded her fingers through his hair, her other hand caressing his upper back, which was what she could reach… and the Simon was pushing her back against the bed, his lips moving back up to hers.

They fell on the bed together, her softer body cradling his hard one, her legs parting as he knelt between them. She dragged her nails over his chest, not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to send a shudder through his whole body. The weight of his cock pressed against her thigh as he stroked her sides and his mouth moved down to her neck. Seeking out his nipples, Lauren matched him caress for caress, stoking his arousal as much as he did hers.

The blunt tip of his cock brushed over swollen pussy, which was when he realized how wet she was. Hey – being picked up and carried off had just flat out done it for her. Simon definitely enjoyed the result. A small shift of his hips and his cock slid through the wet, slick folds of her pussy, finding her entrance almost immediately. They knew each other’s bodies intimately by now, and he hadn’t even needed to adjust himself.

“Ohh…” Lauren sucked in a breath, her back arching as Simon pressed in, stretching her open. She always loved the initial feeling of him sliding inside of her, the emptiness being filled, the ache being çorlu escort soothed. The thick girth of his cock thrust in and then receded, before returning and going deeper, filling her more fully.

Her legs wrapped around him, heels against the backs of his thighs as she spread herself more fully to him, using the new leverage to lift her hips up to meet his thrusts.

Simon groaned with pleasure, dropping kisses across her collarbone and neck on his way back to her lips, his hips moving rhythmically, each hard thrust pressing her into the mattress. She loved the feel of him atop her, inside of her, making her feel small but safe under his hard body, vulnerable to him and yet he gave her nothing but pleasure.

The wiry hair on his chest brushed against her hard nipples, stimulating the sensitive buds and sending sensations curling through her straight down to her pussy which clenched around his cock. They moved together, their combined passions rising and feeding the other’s as he surged inside of her. The friction of his cock sliding in and out of her slick heat, the rubbing of his groin against her swollen clit every time he slid home, had her writhing as her climax neared.

His thrusts became harder, wilder, and his lips pulled away from hers as their movements made kissing more and more difficult.

“Oh yes…” Lauren cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. She arched as he ground himself against her, rubbing her clit with his body in exactly the way he knew she liked best. “Simon! Oh… Simon!”

Ecstasy rippled and burst, spreading through her on waves of rapture that had her toes curling and her body clenching around him as he began to thrust again, hard and fast. Every thrust sent another wave crashing into her, and Lauren writhed beneath him as he reached his own climax, groaning her name into her ear as his cock hardened even more inside of her, making him feel even larger. He pulsed against the walls of her pussy, their mutual pleasure shuddering through them as he released.

Panting, they both slumped together, the urgency sliding away and leaving them in the hazy cocoon of intimacy that always followed love-making.

Lauren smiled lazily as she ran her fingers over the tattoo on Simon’s chest, the one which always amused her because she’d never pictured a judge with a tattoo. He was still slumped over her, but had his arms braced so his full weight wasn’t on her. Not that she would have minded. She liked feeling his weight pressing her down into the mattress, but he was too considerate for that.

Her husband muttered something and she frowned in confusion.

Had he just said ‘prowess’?

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I had known Fox for several years online, we were great friends in the online discussion group we both belonged to, and now I finally had the chance to meet him. I’d flown in to his town in Canada, and he was meeting me upon my arrival. His car had broken down though, so he had to take the bus to meet me, and we’d be taking it back to town again.

We clicked the moment we met; there was just an instant chemistry between us, no awkwardness or feeling of shyness! Unlike others that I’ve known online and then met in real life, I didn’t feel as if I had to get to know him all over again, he was the same Foxy that I’d known all along…

After loading my luggage onto the bus, we get in, and try to locate a seat. There is just one available in the back, and we make our way towards it. He is behind me, a hand on my hip to guide me through the mass of people, and suddenly I feel it moving up and down, as if searching for something. He leans in and whispers “Were you in a hurry this morning?” He has noticed that I’m not wearing any knickers under my dress! I blush a little, but smile back at him nonetheless. He shouldn’t be too surprised, knowing me…

We get to the back of the bus, to the one available seat. He sits down on it and pats his lap, telling me that there’s no reason why we both shouldn’t be able to sit. I smile at him, and as I sit down I feel him pulling up my dress in the back so that it falls in prim and proper folds in the front, but my bare ass is situated right over him, with just his jeans separating us. His arms sneak around my waist, and I can feel him smiling into my hair as he starts to kiss my ear and neck. I’m a little surprised at his initiative, but not at all unpleased, so I lean back to enjoy it.

The bus starts to move, and the people around us are busy with their own lives. Some are tired after a long journey and are fast asleep; others are preoccupied with their books or newspapers. Only I feel the hand sneaking under my skirt, caressing my skin, teasing me by approaching my clit but never quite touching it… I feel his lips and tongue on my earlobe, his breath brushing gently against my skin, his kisses making me forget my surroundings completely…

I have to sit very still, I have to keep very quiet, but as his hand moves behind me to open his pants and free himself, this becomes increasingly difficult! Afraid that my skirt is not enough to shield us, I pull my jacket over my lap, just as the tip of his head enters me from behind. I have to bite my lip to prevent from moaning out loud, especially since he makes no further moves. He holds me firmly in place, his lips never leaving my neck and throat, I’m desperate to get him closer, but he… won’t… move…

He whispers into my ear “Soon… soon…” and all of a sudden I learn what he has been waiting for. A sign by the road signals roadwork ahead, and suddenly the bus starts to vibrate, humping up and down, tossing and shaking the people inside awake, looking about them to see what is going on. Not me though. His fingers on me, the feel of him deep inside me, the bus doing all the work as I’m thrown harder and harder towards him… He bites my shoulder, hard, and I’m lost. I come with such strength that I completely forget where we are. A moan escapes my lips, echoed in the sounds coming from deep within his throat as he shivers against my back…

I slowly return to reality, petrified at the thought that people have noticed. I still feel the afterglow and quakes from the amazing experience, his fingers are still stroking me, prolonging the pleasure… the bus has calmed down too, the shaking is not as violent anymore, and amazingly enough, no shocked stares and accusing glances meet me as I look about the bus. Fox holds me close, tilts my head back and kisses me, his lips firm but gentle, his tongue exploring my mouth and caressing my inside as another part of him did just moments earlier. I breathe deeply, noticing that some people look at us and smile at the young couple so obviously in love. I snuggle closer, relishing his closeness urfa escort and settle down to enjoy the rest of the trip.

Back at his place, we talk and talk for hours, there’s so much to say to each other. Both had thought that we would be shy when we finally met, so this chemistry and comfort that we find in each others presence is unexpected. We sit on a sofa, with a distance between us at first, but I soon can’t resist the temptation to cuddle, and considering our behaviour on the bus being shy seems a waste of time now. I’m also feeling a little drowsy after the long flight so I lean closer to him, cuddling up to his body. He puts his arm around me, and start to caress my hair. I get more tired, and sink my head down to his lap, where I get comfortable as he strokes my back with long, firm strokes…

I fall asleep for a while, and when I wake up, my top and bra is missing, and he is still caressing me, almost massaging. His hand wanders lower, pushing my pants down, and then he quickly pulls them off so that I’m lying on his lap, naked. I want to turn around to take this to the next level, but he won’t let me. He bends down, and his lips start to caress and nibble at my neck while his hand is playing with my ass and thighs… His hand gently slip between my legs, feeling the moisture, teases me mercilessly while he whispers softly into my ear what he wants to do with me. I’m so turned on at this point that I’m practically sobbing and begging him for more. He finally takes pity on me, and lets me turn around so that I face him. Suddenly he has full access to my body, but he just stares at me for a while. The air is cool, and nipping at my skin, and I would cover up if it wasn’t for the expression of tenderness and warmth in his eyes.

He reaches out, and with the gentlest of touches he begins to let his fingertips travel over my breasts, my shoulders, my arms, teasing my palms, then back up my arms, down between my breasts to my stomach, and then further down still… I’m writhing on his lap and reaches up to kiss him, and as our tongues meet, he slips two fingers into me! I cry out, on the verge of coming, but he withdraws his hand, bringing it around my back and uses it to hold me closer to him. He soothes my disappointed sigh with his lips, stroking them gently over my own before letting his tongue follow the same route. His hand once again caresses my back with long, even strokes as his tongue does the same to mine.

He finally takes pity on me, and without breaking the kiss he helps me sit up on his lap so that I’m straddling him. He has still clothes on, but his shirt is unbuttoned and his pants are open. My hands grasp his shoulders, travel down his chest and stomach, further down still until I can feel him, hard and smooth against my fingertips. I grab him gently, caressing him for a second or two, until I’m unable to hold back any longer, so I guide him into me. I sit down on him, grinding myself towards him, desperate to get him as close as humanly possible. I hold on to his shoulders, throwing my head back, and he leans in to kiss, nibble and bite my throat, his hands on my ass supporting my movements. There is no way I can control myself very long, and so I come, tears running down my face because the feeling is so intense. He starts to shake as my muscles contract around him, and a loud groan escapes his throat as he cradles me in his arms and holds me close, so close. We sit there, rocking gently back and forth for what seems like an eternity, just savouring each other.

I almost fall asleep in his arms again, so eventually he gets up, despite my drowsy protests, and leads me to the bed where he lays me down and makes sure that I’m comfortable. He lies down next to me, and again I cuddle up to his now naked body, breathing in the scent of his skin and feeling his warmth against my own. I fall asleep almost immediately, my last thoughts focused on his beautiful hands…

It’s the morning after our first encounter. We’ve been sleeping late, having a lazy morning with pillow talk and sivas escort slow caresses, holding each other close and getting to know each others bodies intimately. I decide it’s time for breakfast, and in order to be allowed free reins I tell him that I can learn a lot about a man from his kitchen. So he follows me in, curious about what sort of conclusions I will draw from his. Truth be told, he’s done such a good job of preparing for my arrival, that there isn’t much obviously personal about it. It’s clean and tidy, and I start to look around, trying to find ingredients for a proper breakfast. He leans on one hip against the counter, and watches me as I move around in his space, his kitchen.

It’s quite small and cramped, so it is only natural that every time I pass him I brush against him, savouring the feel of his body against mine. I start to heat milk to make hot cocoa, and I find some cream which I decide to whip and have with it. The breakfast will be an omelette with friend tomatoes I decide, and I ask him if he’s hungry. “Starving” he answers, and comes up behind me, and puts his arms around me.

His finger scoops up some of the whipped cream I’ve just finished preparing, and brings it up to my lips, where I lick it off carefully, sucking his finger into my mouth, tasting the slightly salty taste of his skin. He scoops up some more, and rubs it into my lips. He then turns me around, bends down and gently licks it off with tiny butterfly-licks that send shivers down my spine. I am desperate to return the kiss, but he pulls away, smiling a teasing smile as he does so. He helps me sit up on the counter, and then carefully opens up my robe, kissing my skin as he pushes the cloth aside. A little more cream is placed on each nipple, and he looks me deep in the eyes and the tip of his finger ever so gently massages it into my skin.

Then, like the cat who got the cream, he smiles, and bends down towards my breasts. First he blows gently on the nipples, making them stand out straight as the cool breath hits the wet spot left by the cream. He then laps it up, warming my skin with his tongue, before retracting and blowing once again. Warming, then cooling down, warming then cooling down, never touching me in any other way. My whole body is aching to be touched, and finally he takes pity on me. He places a hand on each of my thighs, and asks me what I want him to do next. I can barely think, let alone form a sentence, so I try to wriggle closer to his hands, but to no use. Finally I manage to stutter “Please, touch me!”

The words seem to hit a deep, dark spot in him, because a growl escapes his throat as he pulls me roughly towards him. My head is roughly pulled back as his tongue enters my mouth, and he kisses me savagely. At the same time he opens his own robe with the other hand, pries my legs open, places himself in position between them and enters me in a swift stroke! The feeling is amazing!

One hand holding my head back, exposing my throat to him, the other on my ass, pressing me against him, grinding me towards him with each stroke, as he hammers away deep, deep inside me. My legs grasp his waist tightly, clinging to him as if by their own will, my body writhing and squirming as wave after wave crashes in over me. The orgasm just keeps on coming, doesn’t seem to want to stop, and I cry out in pure ecstasy as he thrusts himself home over and over! He roars out as I bite his shoulder, clawing at his back, trying to get him closer, always closer, wanting to consume him completely!

Afterwards he wants to pull away, but I tighten my hold around him, unwilling to lose the feeling of him filling me up, being a part of me. My head leans against his shoulder, occasionally kissing his salty skin, and my hands travel across his chest, feeling his tight muscles under the soft skin. He tilts my head back, and kisses me gently, while slowly rocking towards me, making small aftershocks wash through my body. With each one I contract around him, and I can feel him hardening again inside me as tekirdağ escort our kiss becomes more intense. Ignoring my protests he pulls himself out of my swollen flesh, and steps back with a wicked grin. He pulls me off the counter, but my legs buckle, they still won’t support me, so I end up lying on the floor. He laughs down at me, and reaches out to help me up and take me back to bed, but instead I pull him down to me and we lay there for a while, laughing in each others arms. Then the laughter dies down as we again start kissing. Foxy pulls my arms over my head, telling me to grab hold of the table leg that’s there. I do so, and he looks me deep into my eyes, smiles, and whispers “Don’t let go!”

His whole weight presses down on my body as his hands gently stroke my arms, down to my shoulders and down my sides. All the time his mouth is busy kissing me, his teeth gently biting my lips, his tongue exploring my mouth, massaging my tongue, sucking it into his mouth then gently releasing it, again and again, mimicking the movement that I’m silently urging him to begin lower down. I spread my legs, pressing my hips up towards him, trying to guide him into me. Instead he pulls away, places his legs outside mine, forcing my legs together again, lifts his body off me while resting his weight on his hands and knees. He starts to kiss my throat, his mouth travelling down my body, paying ample attention to my nipples, my bellybutton, the soft skin between my hips and thighs… I want to spread my legs, but he won’t let me, instead he continues down my thighs, to my knees, and all the way to the soles of my feet. For what seems like an age he kisses them, bites the fleshy parts, lets his tongue flick teasingly over the sensitive skin…

Then suddenly he grabs one foot in each hand, and pries my legs apart in a swift and unexpected movement! Before I’m quite aware of what has happened, his head dives in between my legs, two long fingers ramming into me hard, and his tongue flicking over my clit at a crazed speed! Unable to restrain myself, I let go of the table leg, and bring my hands down to his head. He immediately pulls away, and I cry out in protest, but he looks down at me sternly and says “I told you not to let go!” Again he grabs my hands and brings them up, telling me to take hold. I’m literally aching for him, so I promise not to let go again, and as a reward he places his body between my widely spread legs.

His tip is hovering just above my wet and smooth opening, his hands holding my hips steady, preventing me from pressing against him. Then, while staring deep into my eyes, he starts to glide in, slowly, ever so slowly, he fills me up, inch by inch, as I gasp and moan from pleasure and frustration. A thin film of sweat is forming on my brow. He leans in to lick up the tiny droplets, and the movement finally brings him all the way in, and makes him brush against my clit, the frictions making me cry out! Instead of giving me what I so desperately want, he starts to pull out again! I’m begging him to take me hard, but he ignores my pleas and continues to pull out, slowly, all the way. And the torture continues. He sinks back in, filling me completely but oh so slowly, and every time I beg him to go faster he slows down even more. Whenever my hips buckle against him, he pulls out all the way, only to start all over again. I’m crying, sighing, moaning and sobbing, I’ve lost all control, the table leg has become my sanity and I’m clinging to it for dear life!

Then suddenly he can’t hold back anymore! He grabs my right leg, pulls it up and places it on his shoulder, and with a loud moan sinks into me hard! He starts to hammer away, filling me up so completely, each thrust sinking deeper then the previous, his hips grinding against my own, throwing me into a frenzy! Letting go of my sanity as well as the table leg, my hands comes down, grabbing his backside, pressing him closer still as my body convulses and my world explodes in the strongest orgasm of my life! My mad contractions massages him, sucks him deep in, and he comes with a loud moan, his body shaking uncontrollably before he collapses on top of me, completely drained.

I never got to see the sites and tourist attractions of Canada, in fact my view mostly consisted of ceilings, yet all in all I must say it was the most enjoyable vacation I’ve ever had…

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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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