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This is the seventh installment of the LIAR series with Max and his team. Hope you’re enjoying the set. You can probably read this one without having read the prior stories. I’ve tried to offer enough detail about prior events to make the current story self explanatory.

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Chapter One

Crossing the Threshold

The door crashed open as Ross kicked it forward with his foot before lunging through. Cassie was laughing as Ross carried her through the doorway and into the room where she threw a small bundle of flowers onto a couch. A bellhop dutifully followed, pulling their luggage behind him. He was grinning at the sight of the couple joyfully looking through the elite newlywed suite.

Ross spun Cassie around in a circle to see the room. His arm lifting her under her knees caused her short, flowing sundress to fall away from her awkwardly, exposing her bare ass. She kicked her firm, athletic legs in the air as Ross continued their pirouette. One of her sandals slipped off and flew off to the side.

The bellhop caught a full view of the display, as the short, silky, flowered dress couldn’t keep up with Ross’s spinning motion. When they made the second full spin around the room, the young man tilted his head slightly to be sure and capture the sight of Cassie’s gorgeous ass. This time he was assured that Cassie was only wearing a thong under the lovely, floral print dress. He grinned before continuing about his business, not wanting to get caught over indulging himself with the view. This is simply one of the perks of the job, he thought to himself.

Placing the larger suitcase on a luggage rack in the bedroom, the bellhop moved back to the center of the living room to begin his typical speech. “Your kitchenette is on your left with a fully stocked refrigerator and bar. The thermostat is on the wall next to the bedroom doorway. The balcony of this unit overlooks the pool with a great view of the ocean. Sunrise from this unit is pretty spectacular.” He pulled back the drapes and light poured into the room. “The bath, shower, and spa tub are in this way.” He motioned toward the doorway off the bedroom.

Ross lowered Cassie to the floor as the bellhop continued to show the key elements of the suite to the young couple.

“Look hon, they’ve got a welcome basket for us.” Cassie shouted as her feet touched the ground. She quickly stepped over to the counter and began fumbling through the items inside.

“All the honeymoon suites come with complimentary sparkling wine and a basket of gourmet snacks. Fresh brie, crackers, fruit, and candies are all included in your resort fees.” The bellhop explained as he stood near the entry door.

Ross quickly reached for his wallet and pulled out a tip for the young man. “Thanks for everything. This is perfect.” He stated with confidence as he tipped the employee.

He left the room after providing the typical; “if there’s anything else I can do…” comment. Ross assured him he would remember the bellhop’s name and closed the door smiling.

The moment the door closed, Cassie quickly changed her demeanor and moved directly to the luggage, opening cases and pulling things out. Ross followed her as the two quietly, systematically, pulled clothing out of the suitcases and stuffed them into the drawers. After several clothing items were put away, the next items from the suitcase were electronic surveillance items, laptops, and a small wireless transmission unit.

“Nice suite for this operation.” Ross commented to Cassie. “Wonder if all honeymoon suites are like this.”

“I wouldn’t know.” Cassie said curtly. “My boyfriend proposed to me but hasn’t even been willing to set a date for the wedding, let alone selected a honeymoon location.” Her frustrated expressions highlighted the ongoing argument the two had shared for well over six months, since Ross proposed on a beach just a few hours up the coast.

Ross set a small zippered equipment bag down on the edge of the bed and slipped up behind her, wrapping his arms around her. She nudged herself away from him slightly, giving him a cold response just to accentuate her frustration with him. But soon she submitted to his embrace, turning toward him and wrapping her arms around his waist.

“When we get back from this mission we’ll look at our status charts to see when we can plan for this wedding thing.” Ross stated.

“This wedding thing?” She shot back at him. “Is that all it is? Some thing?”

“You know what I mean.” Ross stated firmly, “Our lives are a bit nuts with operations, recon missions, and investigations. If we had a couple of weeks back to back that we could have been free at the same time, we could have done this by now.”

“A couple of weeks? A wedding takes time, and planning, and preparation.” She said as if to be teaching a child. “You don’t just decide on Friday that next Tuesday you’ll ‘take care of it’. It’s not like having an oil change on a car.”

Ross tightened his lips. “I know… ‘hon’.” He emphasized ‘hon’, explaining bagcilaronline.com his frustration as equal to hers.

She expelled a short sigh as if to shoot back yet another round of frustration in their ongoing contention.

Ross didn’t let it go. He pulled her into him and hugged her tightly. “We’re going to get married. It’s going to happen soon. There’s no chance I’m going to let you get away that easily.”

She softened, showing the first kink in her armor of frustration with him as he kissed her on the top of her head. “It doesn’t have to be like this…this expensive and high end place.” She whispered. “You know I’m not that high maintenance. Hell, we don’t make this kind of money anyway. Let’s just go out on the beach someplace with a couple of our close friends, get married, and disappear for a week after the wedding.”

“I know your folks are gone and all, but is it okay if my parents are there?” Ross snickered back at her.

“Yes, Mr. momma’s boy. Your parents, and my friend Kayla, Max and Billie, Flavia and Maria, …” Cassie paused.

“That’s pretty much our whole world now, isn’t it?” Ross sighed. “We’ll sit down with Max when we get back and look at a timeline.” He said, squeezing her more tightly.

“Will he even know you’re asking?” Cassie asked quietly.

“Yeah, I know.” Ross replied.

“He’s barely left her side since the kidnapping.” She stated.

“She’s getting better. It won’t be long before Billie is her old self again. She’ll be stronger than ever.”

“I never imagined it would take this long for her to come back to work.” She commented.

“None of us know how we’d respond to being kidnapped, raped, and held for ransom.” Ross said grimly.

“I’m still a bit amazed that Max changed his mind and took on this mission.” Cassie pondered out loud. “Bet the last two weeks have been hell being here alone after all they’ve gone through.”

“He had his reasons for accepting this mission over the others. It’s just proof that Billie is getting better. He wouldn’t have come if she wasn’t showing signs of improving.” Ross stated confidently.

The two continued working in silence for a few moments, taking in the ramifications of a prior mission to save Billie following her kidnapping. They shuffled equipment and hooked up wiring through routine and rote.

“Okay, I’ve got a slight issue here.” She said.

Ross stood upright and offered an inquiring glance. “Did we forget something? Earwigs? Tracking tags?”

“No, not about the op. It’s about when you asked Max to be your best man.” She replied.

“What?” Ross asked. “We’ve worked side by side for a few years now. He’s almost a father figure to me.”

“Well. Ya’ know both of my parents are gone.” She fumbled. “I was thinking about asking him to walk me down the aisle.”

“Wow.” Ross paused. “Kinda kinky actually. Have a guy walk you down the aisle that you’ve slept with?”

Cassie gritted her teeth, dropped her equipment and dove at Ross, shoving him back onto the bed. “You’re a shit head to bring that up again.”

“You’re sounding a lot like Billie now.” Ross laughed; knowing ‘shit head’ was Billie’s favorite putdown when Max said something stupid.

“I’m serious here.” Cassie protested. “I don’t have any family left and Max pushed me to join the FBI. He pushed me through training, and even demanded that I be on this team. Max and this team are the only people I need at the wedding.”

Ross grabbed her arms and pulled her with him as he fell completely back onto the bed. Cassie fell clumsily on top of him but regained her balance and climbed his tall frame before settling in to kiss him deeply.

The kiss was easily reciprocated and all the lover’s quarreling vanished. She rested her weight on him, letting her legs drift to each side of his body.

Ross caressed her hair as he gently kissed his fiancée. She closed her eyes, tilting her head to kiss him even more deeply. As they paused for air, she whispered, “Will it be like this always?”

“Always.” Ross replied. “I promise. You’ve got a family now and I plan to be your husband soon.”

Cassie kissed him deeply again as she tugged at her dress. The short skirt was pulled up into a wad above her waist, exposing her to the cool air of the room. She continued kissing him as her hips began to shift. The soft triangular patch of cloth which was the full extent of her panties, pressed against the zipper line of Ross’s shorts. She could feel the firm cock beneath the material between them, causing her to gasp in air as they kissed.

Ross reached around her and gripped her firm, round ass in both hands, directing her motions as she pressed against him. Moments later Cassie rose momentarily to her knees and began furiously unzipping his pants, pushing the material down his hips.

The firm erection Ross had been experiencing met the warmth of her soft flesh causing him to kick the pants the remaining distance off his legs. Cassie atakoymarka.com slid down his frame, using her feet to help him kick the pants off his legs before gripping his cock in her hands.

She furiously took his cock into her mouth as Ross pressed his back into the bed. His left arm instinctively raised above his head, stretching his body out and causing his hips to rise into her as she orally pleased him. His right hand fell lightly on the back of her head.

He smiled at the sensation of her head raising and lowering onto him, his hand feeling the gentle shifting motion that was distinctly Cassie.

Moments later Cassie released him from her mouth but continued massaging his erection. She joyfully watched the pleasure in his eyes as she played with him. Then, tugging her sundress down to expose her breasts, she climbed up on top of him.

Her knees fell to each side of his hips as she lifted upward and pulled his cock under the drapery of her short skirt. With one hand she pulled the fabric of her panties to the side and with the other, she directed his cock to the warmth of labia. Rubbing his head along the wetness of her mound she groaned with pleasure.

Ross had already reached up to grip her breasts. He knew just how she liked her breasts to be massaged as she became aroused. Gentle, circular swirls of his thumb against her nipples. She dropped slowly down on his cock in an easy, determined motion. Once firmly seated she lifted her shoulders upward and ran one hand through her hair, letting her head fall back and jutting her breasts forward into his hands.

The weight of her torso was pressed into his hands that gripped her breasts, causing a firm, satisfying massage as she lifted and lowered herself on his cock.

Ross knew this was her ‘stage one’ motion. There was nothing wrong about knowing her patterns of sexual behavior. It let him know how to please her and satisfy her sexual desires. Only intimate lovers knew their partners so well. While there were normal patterns, there were also those wild, unscheduled encounters that didn’t fit the pattern. That made those encounters all the more exciting.

She fell forward into his arms and pressed her breasts against his torso. He embraced her body against his, well aware that she was moving into ‘stage two’. Her hips began to rotate and shift against him. The hilt of his cock rubbed against her in all the right places, causing her an expression of joy that he truly adored. It was almost as if she was using his cock to probe her depths until it touched the perfect spot to bring her joy. It didn’t take long.

Ross took great pleasure in watching his love achieve her orgasms. There were those wild, uncontrolled times when passion drove the effort making it more difficult to watch her expressions as she reached orgasm. But most of the time, she was methodical about her movements. The slow, intentional pace that she followed permitted him to experience the pleasure with her.

He held his composure, not wanting to accidentally cum before she was fully satisfied. The pleasure in her movements made it all the more difficult for him to hold on for her. Something about the sexual joy in her eyes made him want to release, but he held firm.

That’s when ‘stage three’, the final act started. She shifted her legs downward, sliding them along his until her body was perfectly aligned. Then sliding upward and down again she pressed her hips down into his firmly. Ross knew how much she enjoyed his hands on her ass as she shifted up and down his body. He knew she also enjoyed that he would gently explore her anus as she moved.

She began to kiss him deeply as the shifting turned a bit frantic. Within seconds she began to moan and her body stiffened. She gasped in pleasure before shivering and clenching down on him with her whole body. The near painful expression on her face suddenly released into joy and pleasure.

“God that was a good one.” She grunted out as her frantic motions settled into subtle, rhythmic movements generated from her hips.

“Are you?” Ross began.

“Absolutely.” Cassie confirmed with a grin that she had experienced an orgasm and Ross was free to release at will.

“Good, cause I’ve been dreaming about that skirt since we left for the airport this morning.” Ross said, with the excitement of a teenager. He rapidly shifted, getting out from under her and throwing her on the bed face down. Cassie laughed with pleasure at his forceful expression.

Ross moved to the end of the bed and stood with her feet between his legs. He reached down and grabbed her hips, lifting her up onto her knees. She giggled with delight as he slowly raised the short skirt, exposing her firm ass to his grip. He unceremoniously tossed the excess cloth up onto her back before tugging her thong down to her knees.

His erection easily pressed against her soft ass as he pushed her panties down and out of the way. A moment later he firmly pressed his cock into her, bakirkoymarka.com drawing out a long sigh of what could be considered relief or joy from Cassie.

She started to lift up onto her hands, but Ross pressed her chest back down into the bed. Cassie mumbled, “So that’s how my man wants me? Control freak!” Then she raised her ass as high into the air as she could, pressing her body down and pushing back into him.

Ross grunted something unintelligible before gripping her hips in his hands. He began methodically pumping into her. He could feel her feet twitching as he squeezed them between his knees.

Cassie reached her arms out onto the bed and gripped the cloth in her fists, expelling bursts of air at each firm thrust into her. Breathlessly she moaned, “OH. God, fuck, that’s deep” as a particularly hard thrust struck into her. The thrusts were consistent and steady at first but gradually became more frantic as the pace increased.

Then without much warning, Ross shoved into her so firmly that she shifted forward, his body falling forward onto her. She fell flat onto the bed, her hips still raised as best she could. He leaned forward and held his torso up with his arms as he continued fucking her from behind.

Cassie struggled to keep her hips in the air for him as she gripped the sheets in her hands. But she wouldn’t have to struggle for long. Ross grunted loudly and fell forward, completely on top of her, his hips still pumping his cock into her.

As he released, she could feel the warm flood of his climax inside her. For some strange reason she enjoyed the occasional, forceful nature of being fucked by him. She loved the sensation of each jerk of his cock inside her body that she could distinctively feel as he climaxed. She adored that he wanted her. He was often apologetic about the possibility of being too rough. But she had never experienced a moment when she didn’t know he was in control of himself. There was a level of trust that he had never betrayed.

Ross collapsed and drifted to one side of her as his cock continued to relax inside her. The two were a tangled mess of sex and sweat. The joyful grin of their love adorned their faces as they rested, still interlocked with his spent cock inside her. They enjoyed the afterglow of their experience for a few moments more.

“God, I’m leaking here.” Cassie mumbled before gently pulling away, feeling his cock slip away and across the flesh of her ass leaving a wet trail. She slid out from under him and heading into the bathroom. Cupping one hand between her legs she fumbled in her steps, her panties still locked around her knees.

Ross rolled over and looked upward. The fullness of his erection only slightly diminished, there was enough left that his cock fell upward and gently rested against his torso. He grinned as he settled in, knowing what he had planned for their future.

Chapter Two

The Briefing

Cassie reentered the room a few moments later. As she fumbled with straightening her clothes, her cell phone rang. When she picked it up she could see the caller ID and mouthed Max’s name to Ross as she answered.

“Where’ve you been?” Max’s voice came through the line as she walked toward Ross who had just stood to his feet.

She held her cell on her shoulder, pressing it to her ear she knelt in front of Ross. She continued her conversation with Max as she tugged Ross’s boxers up his legs. “Just putting the last of my things away.” She said with a wink as she carefully tugged the boxers up over Ross’s spent cock. She patted it gently, and then gave it a full hand cupped massage before kissing it gently. Then she stood up, continuing to talk with Max.

“Where?” Cassie asked.

Ross gave her a confused look. He pulled his pants back up and buttoned the waistband.

Cassie shook her hair out with one hand and walked toward the sliding glass doors. She stepped out onto the balcony and searched the pool area. “I see them.” She said to Max on the phone.

Ross joined her on the balcony and looked around the pool cabanas. The hotel surrounded the pool on three sides and off to their left, they could see the beach and ocean.

Flavia and Maria were near the pool tanning themselves on chaise lounge chairs. They were hard to miss. They were wearing barely anything at all. Both girls’ bikinis wouldn’t contain enough material to produce a proper bow tie for a man’s suit.

Ross watched the girls for a moment, but he watched a bit too closely. Cassie was communicating with Max while at the same time watching her fiancé as the two lovely women lounging a few floors below them mesmerized him.

She shot him the frustrated look of annoyance. He suddenly realized that his glance at Flavia and Maria was a bit longer than it should have been. Stumbling a bit at the awkward moment, he quickly looked back at the ocean.

Cassie ended the conversation with Max and quickly jumped to addressing him. “Okay, should I be concerned about Flavia?”

“What?” Ross tried to rebound. “No, no, you’re the woman I want to spend my life with.”

“Um hum…” She responded. “And she’s the one you just wanna spend an hour or two with.” She finished. She really wasn’t worried about Ross. She just enjoyed the power the situation gave her to keep him on his toes.

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The college gymnasium. It’s Saturday afternoon and the wrestling tournament is underway. Frida (25 yrs.) sits in the front row taking pictures of the wrestlers. She’s wearing a one-piece, blue dress, which shows off her terrific body (36-24-36). That dress hangs over her round tits. The black hair drops to her smooth brown “Latina” shoulders. She’s got a press pass around her neck who uses a professional “Nikon” digital camera.

Frida looks at the photos of Brooklyn (20 yrs.) who stands at 5’9″ and weighs 149 lbs. He competes for the out-of-town wrestling team. He is a college champion.

Her tongue licks both lips and says, “He’s blonde, has cut muscles and handsome.”

She looks at the photos of him kissing his girlfriend and smirks.

“I have an approach to get him into my Hotel room” she whispers.

Inside the locker room. Brooklyn just finished taking a shower. He wipes down his naked body and sits down on the bench. His hand drops the towel over his left thigh. His coach sits next to him.

Brooklyn says, “What!”

“Why so angry?” coach asks.

Brooklyn answers, “That guy had me step on the weight machine six times. Same weight coach. 149 lbs.!”

“You’re a champion. Expect it” coach replies.

Brooklyn carries his sport bag out of the locker room. He’s wearing escortkagithane.org jeans and a college t-shirt. His wet blonde hair is combed back neatly.

Frida says, “Hi, Brooklyn. I’m Frida.”

He turns around and glances down at her body. He says, “Hi, Frida.”

She replies, “I’m a sport photographer and I took photos of you on the wrestling mat.”

“Really? Cool” he says.

She replies, “I’d like you to take this camera and choose which photos you’d like me to use. I’ll put them on the college website.”

He grabs the camera which she hands to him and asks, “When do you want it back?”

“Bring it to the university Hotel room off campus. Room 120” she answers.

Frida quickly leans in and kisses him gently on the lips. He’s surprised, but it’s hot. He pulls back and quickly looks around.

He says, “Hold on, my girlfriend.”

“I know” she replies. He looks down at her incredible body as she walks away.

“Fucking hot Latina” he whispers.

Late Saturday night inside Frida’s Hotel room. The big screen TV plays a Spanish soap opera, but the volume is real low. Her Nikon camera and Brooklyn’s Apple iPhone are next to that TV. His phone flashes and vibrates. The lamp light on the table is turned on.

Their clothes escortortakoy.com and shoes are piled up next to the bed.

Frida and Brooklyn are both naked on top of that bed. She is laying on her back with her legs spread open. He is on top of her with his chest crushing her round tits. His face is turned over her left shoulder. Her hands grip his muscular shoulders.

It is “white” skin over “brown” skin and it’s pretty hot.

His 6 and ¼-inch cock is buried inside her black pussy. His white buttocks bounce in the air as he thrusts in quickly.

She responds in Spanish, “Uh.. Uhh.. Uh.. Mi.. Papi (my daddy).. Mi.. Papi!”

His eyes are closed and his mouth is open. He keeps his thrusts at a steady pace.

She whispers in his ear, “Uh.. Brooklyn.. Eres.. Sexy (you’re hot).. Uh.. Uhh.. Mi.. Papi.”

Frida meets each of his thrusts and her stomach touches his stomach.

She says, “Dios (God).. Dios.. Uh.. Uh.. Mi.. Papi!”

Brooklyn slows down and pushes in hard a few times. His buttocks clench tightly.

She responds, “Mi… Papi… Mi… Papi.!!”

He explodes, “Gu-Guuuuuuuhh.!”

His cock pulls out and Brooklyn leans over as his left hand grabs her beautiful left tit. His mouth begins sucking on her dollar-size areole… beyogluweb.com

15 minutes later. Brooklyn’s iPhone keeps flashing and vibrating by the TV. The Spanish soap opera continues to play, but a little louder. A small lotion bottle stands up next to the iPhone.

Brooklyn is laying on his back with his hands gripping the bed sheets. He lifts his head and looks down. His legs are spread and Frida kneels in between them. There is lotion on her right hand and it is wrapped around his stiff cock.

She slowly strokes him up and down. She whispers, “Mi Papi.. Brooklyn?”

He nods his head, “Y-Yeah… I’m your… D-Daddy.”

The lotion between her fingers is slippery.

Frida then squeezes real hard and strokes up and down. Brooklyn’s lower back lifts off of the bed.

He responds, “G-God.! Shit.! I’m.. Your Daddy.! Your fucking.. Daddy!”

Her left hand then grips his shaft. Her right palm, “twists” over his cock-tip like she’s opening a jar.

Brooklyn flinches and screams, “Uh-Daddy.! Your.. Daddy.! Fuck!!”

Frida twists a few more times and he explodes, “Uuuuuuhh.! Uuuuuuhh.! Uuh.! Uuh!!”

He falls back onto the bed as she slowly strokes him. He jerks his head because of the cock sensitivity.

“That was Incredible. Fuck Frida… Fuck!!” he says.

She climbs off the bed and strides into the bathroom. She comes back out carrying a towel. He watches her beautiful tits jiggle and sexy hips sway. He also notices that diamond ring in her belly-button.

Brooklyn smiles, “You are one fucking, hot Latina.”

His Apple iPhone keeps flashing…

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“I should warn you, I suck.” I felt obligated to tell her. I mean we just met, how was she to know?

I noticed her there with her friends obviously having some drinks after work. They were all business attired and relaxing: ties loose, top buttons unbuttoned, jackets over chairs, hair down. But she stood out. She had this soft, round face that was lit with the evenings antics as well as a few glasses of wine. Her hair was black and so thick it absorbed light. She seemed so sweet taking compliments genially with a smile, a tilt of the head and a lilting thank you.

The problem was I couldn’t just walk up and talk to her. She was with a pretty sizable group of people and it would’ve been a little awkward for me, in my barroom uniform of jeans and a ratty black tee shirt, to work myself in. When she turned to put her name up on the list for the pool table I saw a chance and added my name after her.

All I could do was stare at her while they names ahead of us played out their games of pool. I hovered with my friends at our usual station near the dartboard occasionally breaking my concentration to fling a few darts in its general direction. I finished, hitting nothing worthwhile and lit a cigarette. Raising my line of sight through the resulting cloud of smoke I saw her look in my direction. Our eyes caught and I froze, my cigarette dangling from my lower lip, match still burning in my hand. She smiled and I smiled back goofily, feeling my face bloom red. She pointed at my hand and in less time than it took me to figure out what she was pointing to I felt the match burn my fingers. With a curse I flicked it to the ground. She laughed and so did I in spite of myself.

Figuring I’d found my in I turned to grab my beer and walk over but I was greeted with an extended hand. “Good game, man.”

Carlos and I had been playing against a rather obnoxious pair of jerks and my staring had lost us the game. One jerk had his hand out, the other was sniggering. We had lost pretty badly. Carlos was pretty pissed. I took the jerks hand and knew then what I must do. Valor dictated it. “Another? For a drink?”

“Uh,” he sneered and looked back at his partner who smugly nodded yes. Carlos gave me an odd look questioning what I was up to. Jerk turned back to me. “Sure. Shoot well.”

I had forgotten about my newfound infatuation until Carlos and I turned to watch our embarrassed foes retreat to the bar to buy us the beers we pounded out of them. Smiles and high fives faded to dismay when I noticed a number of her friends had left. She wasn’t in her seat and I figured she left with them. That beer had better be damn cold.

Half way through it I found myself doubting that it worth missing out on that opportunity. I heard the bartender calling me. When I turned he was pointing to the pool table. “You’re up!” She was standing next to it. Yeah, I was up.

I jogged over and jerked a cue out of the little umbrella stand they kept them in. I stuck my hand out “Hi, I’m …”

“Ian,” she finished for me. “I heard the bartender. I’m Sophie.” She took my hand and shook it. My knees got weak. Her hand was warm and soft with a soothing hint of dampness. I have to admit my first thought was of how they would feel cupping my balls. “I’ll rack,” she said with a smile breaking what must have been turning into a weird silence. “Money breaks.”

Oh yeah. I dropped a dollars worth of quarters into the slots and pushed the lever to get the balls out of the table. She racked and I grabbed the cue. She walked around to my end of the table and we’re back where we started.

She laughed. It was very soft and feminine, like a young girls giggle. “Oh? Want to make it interesting then?”

What the hell? I figured I would’ve bought her a drink anyway. “Sure.”

“Why don’t we grab that table?” she asked her remaining friends as I paid for our drinks. A bunch of people were putting on their coats, the international symbol for “table freeing up.” We all sat down and I found out all about them. They worked for some company based on Long Island and were in New York for a conference. They had gone out to have a few drinks to celebrate the amazing year Sophie had managed to put together after replacing the dope that had had her job before her.

Sophie and wound up telling me all about her job, all sorts of information I didn’t quite understand about stuff I generally had no interest in. I was riveted. It was about her and that made it intensely interesting. Not only was I listening but actively involved in the conversation. She had a wonderful way of making sense. She spoke like no one I’d ever heard before. Things completely alien to me were being described with sentences I’d never think to string together and it all made perfect sense. This woman was amazing.

We chatted for quite a while before the beer rental man came knocking. I excused myself to use the men’s room and when I returned Sophie broke off from her conversation with two of her friends and patted the seat next to her. “Welcome back,” she purred mecidiyekoymarka.com as I sat back down. “By the way, are you wearing underwear?”

I chuckled embarassedly as I looked around quickly to notice that all her friends were engaged in their own conversations and hadn’t noticed her question. “Uhm, no…” Before I had the chance to ask why I had the answer to my earlier question of what it would feel like to have her hand cup my balls.

“Your fly is open.” She smiled. “You should always remember to check before leaving the men’s room. On a side note, I completely approve of your grooming habits.” It took a second for me to remember that I kept my functioning parts shaved. She turned back to her friends. “Brian, did I tell you that Ian here makes guitars?” She was diabolical.

“No shit? That’s pretty cool. What kind?” asked a sans-tie guy with a blue oxford half unbuttoned over his “Reeces Feces” tee shirt.

“Basses actually.” I tried to respond as evenly as possible while Sophie discreetly massaged my balls under the table. The conversation was long and agonizing. I actually enjoyed these peoples company but having to keep a straight face was torturous. After a few more drinks they decided it was time to leave. I wasn’t sure how to react. On the one hand it was going to be a lot easier to hold conversations without a beautiful woman stroking my sac. On the other it was going to be a painful train ride home.

Then I exchanged business cards with everyone. Sophie’s had “Pennsylvania. Room 1218” written on the back. She waited to be the last to say goodbye, nice meeting you. While she gave me the obligatory looking just-met-this-guy-but-he’s-cool hug she whispered “give me a ten minute head start” and left with her friends. I played another rather distracted game of darts while I finished my beer and counted to 600 before I grabbed my coat and left.

It was snowing outside and figured it would be nice to walk through Manhattan in the snow. I though it might also be a good idea because I had no idea how she and her friends planned to get across town, the assumption being she didn’t want her friends from work ribbing her about bringing home some guy from a bar. The walk across town did wonders to clear my head as well as dull the pain in my crotch. By the time I got to the hotel across from the Garden I was feeling great.

She opened her door still dressed from the bar, although she seemed like she had been getting comfortable. Her sheer white linen blouse was unbuttoned pretty far and the slit in her skirt seemed to have shimmied its way toward the front. She had taken off her shoes and hose. Her legs didn’t seem to need them. The skin was a shimmering olive that ended in dainty, pedicured feet. My cock shifted in my pants as I smelled a distantly familiar musk in the air. I had the sudden image of her lying back on her bed and slipping her fingers across her pussy while she waited for me. I was about to chastise myself for being so overconfident when an oddly mislaid pillow caught my eye, what seemed like the edge of a vast wet spot on the bed covers was sticking out the side.

“What did you do, walk?” she asked. “I was starting to worry that you wouldn’t show.”

“Actually, yeah I did walk. I thought it might be a good idea considering how, ahh, compelling your invitation was.”

She giggled again. It was intoxicating. I didn’t know how to feel. I had a confliction of emotions I had never felt before. Not only did I want to tear off her clothes and pounce on her but the prospect of staring into her face as she spoke seemed really nice too. “Oh yeah, that. I’m sorry; I get a little aggressive when I’m drinking. The cold air kinda cleared my head and I told myself to remember to apologize to you.” She seemed a touch embarrassed but relieved that I showed up at the same time. “Want a drink?”

She handed me a beer out of the honor bar and I had to remind myself to keep drinking it as she told me more about her. I was just impressed that she could spring for a beer out of the honor bar. “I have to admit I was a little upset when you just went and played darts. I thought we had just shared a moment.” She was relaxed now, leaning back on the bed and joking amiably.

“Oh yeah,” I said through yet another embarrassed chuckle. “Actually I was on my way over, but these guys, I had to play again.”

“Jerks?” she asked as she rose to her knees and slid towards me.

“Yup.”

“Oh, okay.” She slipped a hand behind my head and pulled my face to hers. Her tongue flickered over my lips briefly. “You can’t just let guys be jerks. I hope you won.” Her lips ground into mine and my own parted involuntarily to let her tongue slide briefly into my mouth. She nibbled on my lower lip and pulled on it slightly as her head pulled back from mine.

“Akshualy we kicked their ashes” I lisped without the use of my lower lip.

Her arms flew around my neck as she threw her head back and laughed. “Your too cute.”

I flushed red again plusescort.com as my hands slid around her waist. “Thank you, but you’re pretty cute yourself.”

“I am not,” she pouted. “I’m exotic and mysterious.”

“Oh, I see,” I smiled in reply as I leaned in to kiss her again. God, her mouth was hypnotic. Her ability to kiss had completely distracted me from the fact that her hand had worked its way under my shirt until I felt the tingling thrill of her fingers tweaking my nipple.

Her mouth broke from mine and kissed my chin. The hand on my chest slid through the collar of my shirt and caressed my cheek. She used her other hand to pull my shirt off exposing my chest to her full, soft lips. “I hope you’re not too angry with me for just leaving you in that state,” she informed me. Her lips were brushing the skin on my belly as she spoke. “You have to understand I had no intention of keeping you uncomfortable all night.” She popped open the fly on my jeans and tugged them down. I felt her hand once again slide under my shaved balls. “Did I tell you I think it’s really hot when I guy takes care of himself like this?”

“Yeah,” I gasped, “you did mention something about that.” Her eyes were closed and she took a deep breath through her nose. She seemed to be enjoying how I smelled when I was as hard as I was.

“Okay wise guy.” Then her mouth sealed around my balls, her finger dipping into the precum that had welled forth and spreading it around the head of my cock.

Now, I’m not going to pretend to be an expert in such matters but I have had my share of blowjobs. Although at worst they can be disappointingly uninspired, they are generally a good thing. What I can tell you is that they are really good when the person administering it really wants to, like when you’re with a girl that really wants to make you feel good. She really tries and the experience is unforgettable. This, however, was transcendent. Not only did she want to make me feel good, but Sophie also seemed to thoroughly enjoy sucking my cock. She was proud of it and putting on a show. She kept looking up at me and winking, giggling every time she did something that made me gasp or shudder.

The skill of her mouth and the look on her face had my already ready to pop cock on the brink of orgasm quickly. “Oh my god, I’m about to cum.” She just smiled and shook her head “no.” Her fingers circled the base of my shaft and she pressed forward. With her mouth still pivoting and her free hand massaging my saliva-slick balls she swallowed my whole cock and the orgasm hit. But I didn’t cum. I couldn’t. I was convulsing through a tremendous, unending orgasm as her grip kept me from cumming.

I can’t say accurately how long this went on as time lost all meaning. Eventually I became dimly aware of the sensation ebbing. I still hadn’t cum and was wondering what it meant. She had pulled away and was now just massaging my balls while gently loosening her grip around my cock. She was looking at me and blushing. “Can I ask you something? Like a favor?”

Was she kidding? I nodded yes, and it took a lot to muster up the strength to do so.

“Well, it’s a little embarrassing. I don’t want you to think I’m freak or something.” She was sliding up the bed towards me. Her nipples were hard as stone and I could feel them through the sheer linen as her body glided across mine. She kissed me again with one hand gently stroking my aching member and the other guiding my hand into her blouse and over her breasts. With her lips brushing over mine she asked, “Would you fuck my tits? I want you to cum on them.

I smiled through half lidded eyes as I finished the task of unbuttoning her blouse that she had started while she waited for me. Her hands left my body momentarily as I slid her blouse over her arms but they made contact again as her body slid back down across mine. She licked my cock coating it profusely with saliva before slipping it between her firm c-cup breasts. She squeezed them together and rocked back and forth stroking my cock between her tits. She bent her head down to flick her tongue across the head that popped out from between her tits whenever it made its appearance. Before long I lost control. She wrapped her hands around my slick cock and stroked forcefully as I came all over her, rope after rope landing on her beautiful tits with a slap. Her hand once again kneaded my balls as she milked the last drops of cum out of my cock. She licked the head clean as she rubbed the cum into her skin.

“I’m sorry, I just love the way cum feels on my skin. It’s so hot and thick, like warm gravy.” If I had the strength I would have told her there was no need to apologize for acting out what is probably every man’s fantasy. She stood and walked back to the honor bar. She wiped herself off with a towel, dropped an ice cube into a glass and drowned it in two little bottles of scotch.

“You look like you could use a drink.” She took a sip and handed me the glass. Before I could take a sip myself she put topkapiescortbul.com her hand on the rim. “You should never drink your whiskey with ice,” and plucked the cube out of the glass.

“Then why did you out it in there?”

“Did I tell you I was pre-med in college?” Okay, relevance? But the answer became a little clearer as she ran the ice slowly down my torso. “See, I learned a lot there. Like for instance when a man has an orgasm, his little friend takes a nap.” She slid the ice down the length of my spent cock for emphasis. “Now during sex, the boys get overheated and poor little sleeping beauty can’t wake up until they’ve cooled down.” She popped the ice cube into her mouth. “But just like the fairy tale, if the right person comes along and knows just how to kiss them,” and her lips sealed around my sac sucking my balls deeply into her ice chilled mouth.

Instantly my cock began to stir. I was amazed: I had had an amazing orgasm less than a minute before. I didn’t think the old fellow was capable of such an immediate encore. Again she had coaxed a delicious dichotomy from within me. I was very much aroused, but without that animal intensity that forces us men to tear into women oblivious to anything but getting off. I was in an entirely different mind state, although no less animal.

With my cock now once again fully aroused I sat up and pulled her face to mine. We kissed and she slid the remains of the ice cube into my mouth. I sank down and returned the favor pulling her erect nipple into my mouth and swished the sliver of ice over it. She shuddered as it melted away to nothing. I kicked my jeans the rest of the way off and slipped around behind her. Gently rubbing her shoulders I pushed her forward and over onto all fours in front of me. My hands glided over her warm skin to the back of her skirt. I unzipped it and slid it off her hips and had to pause to catch my breath. Before me was her flawless ass. It was tight and toned without a trace of imperfection. It was cleaved down the middle by a shimmering lavender thong. I pulled the soaked satin aside and saw yet another amazing sight: a perfect glistening pink orchid blooming between gentle mounds of waxed caramel skin.

Here is the miracle of the situation. If I had not cum so recently, my rock hard cock would have taken over. I would be kneeling behind this perfect body with a wet, waiting pussy beckoning from the cleft of an amazing ass. There would be no option but to simply lean forward and sink into her, but I had cum very recently and I felt compelled to repay the favor.

I tugged gently and she turned over onto her back. I descended onto her, my mouth hovering over her pussy as my hands found and kneaded the firm, soft tits I had so recently cum on. She twisted as she felt my breath on her and she pushed my face into her crotch. “Oh, please, make me cum Ian.” I slid my tongue over her slick labia savoring her. My god she was wet. I was covered in her. Her juices flowed down my chin and onto my chest and I lost control. The feel and smell of her in burrowed into my mind. I sucked her clit into my mouth and whipped my tongue over it. Two fingers twisted into her and I felt for the first time how psychotically tight she was. She began to pant and begging me to go faster. Soon she was lost, she was screaming in Korean. I don’t recall ever hearing anything more arousing that her losing command of her ability to speak the local language.

She began to sigh as her body relaxed. It was a curious sound with the timbre of a cooing dive and the roll of a kitten purring. I stared at her in awe of what she was and how I could’ve gotten so lost in her so quickly. I had met a girl in a bar and gone back to her hotel for some insane sex, but I was completely engrossed in her. I wanted to curl up with her and not let go ever. I needed her like air. I hadn’t even learned her last name yet.

My trance broke as her expression cleared and she sat up with a sinister grin. She buried me under a ferocious kiss and planted my back to the bed. Her eyes opened and drifted down to my still throbbing cock. “That’s, uhm, I have to feel that inside me.”

“Really?” I had always just kind of regarded what I carried in my pants as ordinary, but I was now more aroused than I had ever been in my life and had been since she slid her hand into my fly under the table in the bar. The very brief exception of the half-minute between orgasm and the new erection she had coaxed out of me being the only time since that I had been otherwise. I have to admit it looked pretty impressive like this: fully eight inches of it stood straight up and throbbed with thick veins. Seeing it like than suddenly reminded me of how badly I wanted to fuck her.

“Mmmm yeah. I’ve never had anything quite like that.” She sat back and held it in her hands admiring it. “I mean it’s bigger than my vibrator and that was a pretty ambitious purchase.”

“Was it?” I was now quite flattered and egging her on. It felt just as nice to have my ego stroked as well.

“Yeah. My last ex was pretty big. I caught him cheating and bought it to piss him off. I made sure it was a lot bigger than he was, you know, letting him know he wasn’t as great as he thought it was. I never intended to use it; I didn’t think I could handle it. But a few dry months and I decided to give it a try.”

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I couldn’t sleep. I was still angry and hurt over my break-up with a long-time girlfriend. I’d done the crying in my beer thing a couple of nights ago, which turned into a sloppy-drunk, tequila-laden binge that had ended in me worshipping the porcelain god and swearing off ever again drinking the devil-juice, never, ever, ever again.

I wasn’t quite ready to renege on that vow just yet, but I couldn’t take anymore just lying there and thinking either, and the TV was just a further annoyance. So I decided to go out and burn off some energy.

Right next to my apartment complex was a pretty high-speed gym. I was a member, mainly because they had racquetball courts, and I knew they were open 24 hours. Even at 2am there were several cars in the lot, but there were no opponents at the courts, so I wore myself out smashing the ball against the walls until I was panting and exhausted- an excellent form of therapy.

But the pent-up frustration started returning almost as soon as I got my breath back, so I turned into the free weight room and loaded up a bar on the bench press. There wasn’t anyone else in sight. I was never a body builder or a power lifter, but had lifted enough in my high school football days to know my way around a weight room.

I threw on 220 lbs- nearly 40 pounds more than my own weight, and damn near as much weight as I could ever handle back in my playing days. I lay there for several minutes, focusing the anger, and then I exploded the bar up and down, ripping off 5 reps with violent shouts of rage.

Then reality hit me as the adrenalin wore off. Suddenly the bar was unbearably heavy, and I dropped it back down onto my chest with a gasp, unable to even budge it as the strength drained out of me. I lay there, not quite gasping like a fish out of water, trying to gather the strength to fend the bar off me so I could slip out from under it. Luckily, no one was there to see my predicament- I’d have died of embarrassment if any of my buds had seen me trapped like this. I knew dropping the bar to the ground was a major faux pas in a weight room, but it was either that or lay there trapped like a rat until somebody came along to bail me out, so I started saving my strength for the try. I figured I was getting what I deserved for being such a dipstick.

Then a voice said “Hmm. Looks like you’re in a bit of trouble. Need a spot?”

I wasn’t sure how long she had been there, but she was standing behind me- I had to tilt my head back and look up to get a look at her. What struck me first about her were her shoulders- definitely not the first thing I usually notice on a woman. But hers were muscular and tanned and so damned wide! She wore a white tank top, and her arms put mine to shame, both in bulk and in muscle definition. Her hair was blonde, and her face looked almost elfin from upside down. From my position, I had to look up thru her cleavage to see her blue eyes, and I tried not sislident.com to shift my eyes to take notice: given that she was my salvation, I figured it’d be a bad move to offend her.

Her own eyes gleamed with what I thought was humor and maybe something else- its hard reading expressions from upside down!

“Yeah, I could use a spot,” I said, trying to macho thru this. “I have a few more reps to do.” I thought maybe with her spotting me I could crank out a couple more and play it off like I had finished my workout.

“OK, you have 7 more to go to make 12. I’ll spot you.” She said brightly, moving forward to spot me on the bar, her hands just inside of mine.

Busted. Seven more. She had been watching the whole time, then. The thought filled me with dread and despair: even with a spot, I was not going to be able to do 7 more reps. But on the bright side, my spotter had to lean forward to grab the bar, meaning her torso was leaning forward directly above me. Her six-pack midriff was exposed below the tank top, and she wore a cute little blue belly-button ring. Her tits weren’t huge globes, but they were well formed, and her nipples were clearly evident thru the thin material of her top. I was acutely aware that her legs were also very near to either side of my head.

“Ready?” She asked.

I nodded and pushed the bar up. To my never-ending credit, I pushed out 2 more reps before I needed her assist. But by the 10th rep, she was pretty much doing it all herself, and my arms and chest muscles were so much quivering jelly.

She set the bar back on my chest rather than returning it to its rest.

“That all you got?” She asked in a mildly taunting tone, and for the first time I was aware of the hint of a slight lilt to her voice- English, maybe Irish? I was also aware of something else for the first time- a tangy aroma that made my nostrils flare- the delectable aroma of a well-lubricated pussy. I looked up and she was staring straight down into my eyes, a wicked grin on her face.

Then her satin gym shorts blocked my vision as she stepped forward to straddle my head. The tantalizing aroma engulfed me, and I started to reach for her.

Her hands closed around mine on the bar. “No, no, no. Nothing for you until you finish your set of 12.”

Galvanized, I thrust upwards, but my muscles- already pushed to the point of fatigue- failed me before I could get the weight more than a couple of inches up.

“Hmm,” She said. “For a little kiss, I might help you lift a bit.”

She squatted slightly, and her mound pushed against my face through her shorts. My lips found hers, and I munched and prodded at them. It’s not easy eating a woman out thru her shorts, but I gave it everything I had. I felt the muscles in her legs tense powerfully, and the bar lifted from my chest.

“Push! And keep busy down there!” She urged me. Definitely Irish. Or Scottish, escorttaksim.com maybe?

It’s wasn’t at all easy concentrating on either of the tasks at hand, but I got thru the last two reps – almost entirely with her help, and she effortlessly lifted the bar onto its rest, then came around to offer me a hand up. Without it, I might not have been able to even sit up.

She held out a hand. “Call me Delilah.” She smiled warmly, but there was that glint in her eyes, like a linebacker’s at the line of scrimmage. “You have some definite talent. Like to try to earn the chance to use it some more?”

I just nodded. Despite my immediate physical exhaustion, I felt a definite stirring in Southern climes.

She pulled me to my feet and led me to the aerobics room, which was lined with mirrors and had heavy padding on the floors and walls.

“OK, it’s simple. Pin me, and you can have me.” She said, smiling that dazzling smile.

Then she reached out and grappled both my arms. She was just shy of my six feet or so, but despite all her musculature, I probably had her by twenty pounds. When we grappled, I initially felt I was stronger than her, but that notion quickly fled as my arms and chest resumed their trembling. She turned a hip and tossed me through the air like a doll.

I had played sports all my life, and knew how to fall. As I rolled and came up to my feet, she was already stepping out of her clothes, standing naked before me except her shoes and socks. I was stunned at the feral apparition before me- she belonged on a poster, or the cover of a Pulp Fiction magazine.

She waved at me imperiously, and I knew she wanted me to do the same. I shrugged and grinned and stripped my shirt off, then yanked down my shorts. She rushed me while I was tangled up with them between my feet, and had me rolled up into a knot in seconds. She knew what she was doing- I was helpless, my face grinding into the mat, my spine twisted and her legs grape-vining mine so I could get no leverage whatsoever.

She held me a few moments to show her superiority, and then let me go. Just as I was rising she rushed me again. I fell to the floor and tried to throw her over me, but my arms still felt like lead and I was still weak as a kitten, and she just ended up sitting on top of me, straddling my mid-section.

She laughed playfully as she pinned my arms over my head with one hand and gently slapped my face with the other a few times, then tickled my underarms. Growling in frustration, I writhed with all my floundering might, nearly throwing her off, when she reached behind herself and grabbed my cock. That stopped all my resistance immediately. I wasn’t quite at full tumescence, but that fixed itself in a hurry. I could feel her sweat and the hot wetness of her cunt pressing against my belly where she lay against me.

She slowly jacked my shaft up and down a few times, staring escortbesiktas.com intensely into my eyes all the while with an expression like she was a conqueror and I was the fallen hero. After a moment of this, she lithely jumped off me and to her feet. “You haven’t earned anything yet.” She admonished in that cute little lilt.

But I could feel my strength beginning to sneak back into me, little by little. I began circling her slowly, buying time, my eyes locked with hers. She was grinning hugely, and I couldn’t help but return it. Besides everything else that this was- erotic, sensual, exhausting- it was also flat-out fun!

When she lunged next time, I met her upright and was able to hold her off long enough to snake my legs between hers and trip her backwards. She giggled as she fell, and I kissed her hotly as I tried to pin her arms to the mat. She returned the kiss a moment, then bench pressed me off of her with contemptuous ease. As quick as a cat she was on me again, and this time she pinned my arms down forcefully, and stuck a tit into my mouth. I suckled greedily, tasting her sweat. She switched to the other for a moment, and then bucked herself backwards to straddle my thighs, still keeping a grip on my wrists, which meant they were now reaching somewhat in front of me.

She eyed my package with calm appraisal. “Not bad.” So saying, she dipped down and took a slow, loving taste. She engulfed the whole length of it, placing me deep into her throat without a pause. Then she pulled off and positioned my cock against the lips of her cunt before lowering herself down on it.

I soon found out she had developed pretty much every muscle in her body- at one point I was wondering if she could rip me off at the root with just her pussy muscles. And when she planted her feet to either side, she could squat and stay impaled and simply rise up and down on me like she was doing some aerobic floor exercise, the muscles of her body rippling like a panther.

She sank down deep onto me and raised her torso up erect. “You like my muscles?” She panted, and flexed her pecs, making her breasts bob up and down.

I grinned up at her. “Pose for me, Delilah”

Her eyes lit up, and she went into what was obviously a polished posing routine, displaying biceps and triceps and lats like she was on a stage, all the while grinding into me as I grabbed her hips and held on for dear life. She obviously liked the appreciation she was receiving, and the sensations were intense for both of us as she worked what must have been her whole upper body routine.

Suddenly her cheeks got very flushed and her eyes glittered glassily and she threw both arms up, flexing every muscle in her body convulsively, while screaming like a banshee. I must have shut a couple of quarts of cum into her, and the walls of her pussy kept milking it for more until she collapsed on top me, her head against my chest.

As we lay there exhausted, a hidden door in the mirrored wall swung open and applause burst forth. Delilah raised her head and grinned toward the doorway. “We’ll take a bow later.” She said, rolling off me to lie flat on the mat beside me.

“Man, I needed that!” I noted gratefully to the gods above.

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Note: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older.

Chapter Two::: Leah Fucks Mr. Morton

Leah awakened the next morning entangled in Nikole’s arms. Gently she pulled herself from Nikole’s embrace, smiling as she thought of last night. She couldn’t believe she had finally gotten Nikki into bed. It was a dream cum true. But today, she had places to go… people to see. Dr. Lincoln was expecting her.

She pressed a soft kiss to Nikole’s forehead. She looked so very beautiful when she was sleeping. “Be back later, Nikki,” she whispered, caressing Nikole’s hair. Then Leah hurriedly got dressed, grabbed her book bag, and was off for her visit with the gynecologist. She was very excited when the thought about the metal stirrups, the bright light, and the speculum being inserted very deep into her pussy.

Leah was whistling a happy tune to herself as she was walking towards the doctor’s office on 31st Street. As she was walking, she happened to pass the school. “OMG!” she gasped, seeing Mr. Morton’s car parked right outside the building. Mr. Morton was here today… alone in the school building! This was an opportunity Leah just could not pass up. The gynecologist exam could be rescheduled… it was time to have a little “talk” with Mr. Morton. Taking a look around, Leah saw that no one was nearby to see her go into the school. She didn’t want any one to witness the wickedness she had planned for the unsuspecting 12th grade biology teacher. As she walked down the hallway toward Mr. Morton’s classroom, she began to unbutton her top, showing some cleavage. With seduction on her mind, she went to the door of the classroom, slowly opening it.

She walked in to see the sexy Mr. Jack Morton at his desk, looking down at a stack of papers before him. He always had that serious expression on his face. How she longed to rip off his glasses, as well as his clothes and have her way with him. This man was definitely in need of a good fucking… he was just far, far too serious. He really needed a long, hard fuck.

With those thoughts on her mind, Leah began licking her lips, staring at Mr. Morton like a tasty snack she would like to devour. He must have felt her hot gaze on him, because he looked up, his dark blue eyes widening when he saw her there in the doorway. She was his favorite student. He had suspected she had a crush on him, and he was very flattered. That’s why he had given her the candy cane. He was hot for her, too… although he knew it really wasn’t right as she was one of his students. As a teacher, he would have to keep his control… but his control was wearing very thin. He kept thinking about Leah licking on that candy cane again and again, wishing it was his cock being licked by her tongue. “Leah,” he said, meeting her gaze. “Wh— what are you doing here?”

Leah came walking across the floor, moving her body gracefully and knowing he could not take his eyes off her. It was obvious nisantasiescort.com he wanted her as much as she wanted him. “Class-time is over, Mr. Morton. What are you doing here on a Saturday?” Leah asked, looking at him with vivid desire shining in her gaze.

“Well, I had several papers that I needed to grade, including those pop quizzes from Friday and the reports which were handed in on Wednesday. I was just working on your paper, Leah. It looks like you haven’t been doing very well…. Maybe something has been distracting you from your school work,” Mr. Morton said, looking deep into her eyes. “I’m afraid you failed the pop quiz. Its going to take something drastic to bring your grade up.”

Leah pouted a little, looking at her biology teacher. She had known she wasn’t doing too hot in biology… after all, all she ever did was stare at the teacher… and when she wasn’t staring at the teacher, she had her eyes glued onto Nikole. But to find out she was failing was a shock…. The only time she ever did well on a test was when she copied from Nikole’s test over her shoulder.

“Ohhhh my gosh… I just can’t believe it,” Leah gasped. “I can’t— can’t get an F in Biology, Mr., Morton. Nikole and I have this big camping trip planned up in a couple of weeks. My parents won’t let me go if I am failing. Please Mr. Morton… is there anything I can do to get this grade up? I promise…. I will work really, really HARD. Is there any sort of extra credit I could do? Anything at all?”

Leah was looking at Mr. Morton with a pouting look upon her lovely face. She was really trying to persuade him into changing her grade…. somehow, someway. She just couldn’t flunk… and she couldn’t miss the camping trip with Nikki. That would totally break Nikki’s heart. They had been planning it for months now. Batting her eyelashes and gazing into her teacher’s eyes, Leah lay her hands upon his chest, saying in a whisper, “I will do ANYTHING to bring my grade up….”

“Anything?” Mr. Morton said, raising one eyebrow. “What exactly would you do, Leah?”

Leah just let it burst out, no holds barred. “Well, I’ve always wanted to give you a blow job….”

“You what?” he said in a gasp, nearly falling off his chair.

“A blow job, Mr. Morton. I’d like to suck your cock. I will give you a blow, if you give me a B in Biology,” she said with a sweet little smile.

Before he could protest, Leah got down on her knees next to his chair, her eyes glued to the zipper of his trousers. She couldn’t wait till she had freed his cock. She wondered how big … and how hard he could get. She was eager to taste his hot meat. That’s when she noticed he was getting an erection in his pants. “Ohhhh Mr. Morton, what a big cock you’ve got… please let me see it,” she begged, looking up into his eyes from her place on the floor. Reaching up, Leah grabbed his glasses, setting them aside so escortcapa.com she had a nice look at his striking blue eyes. His eyes made her melt inside.

“Leah… uhhhh you gotta stop this,” he spoke. “You are my student… and I am twice your age….”

“None of that matters to me, Mr. Morton. I’ve always wanted to fuck you. You are soooo hot. Please, I will let you have me…. if you change my grade. Please… ohhhh please…” Leah begged, as she inched his zipper down.

Mr. Morton swallowed hard, watching as Leah reached into his trousers, freeing his hardened cock. He let out a groan as she began to stroke him. “You drive a hard bargain, Miss Casteel,” he said with a shudder, feeling her fingers wrap around his cock, making it throb lustfully.

“Your cock is so big… so hard. Will you fuck me with it?” Leah asked, gazing up into his eyes and licking her lips erotically.

Before he could answer, her soft, wet lips were wrapped around his cock, and she began to slide it into her mouth. She was tasting his throbbing meat, teasing and tantalizing it with her naughty tongue. “Mmmmmm…” she moaned, pulling more of it down her throat. Mr. Morton cried out with pleasure as Leah was sucking on his cock. Nothing had ever felt as naughty as this before… Mr. Morton could not get enough. He began to buck his hips, pushing more of his cock into Leah’s waiting mouth. Leah could not believe how horny she became when he was throbbing against her tongue. Her pussy was suddenly so wet and her clit so aroused. She wanted Mr. Morton to fuck her sooo damn bad.

Mr. Morton finally freed his cock from Leah’s suckling mouth with a popping sound. He was urgent with his need to fuck her. He stood up, lifting her up by her arms. “You wanna get fucked, don’t you?” he asked, with a sexy expression on his face. Slowly, Leah nodded.

“Lift your skirt and take off your panties. Let me lick your pussy,” he said.

Leah obeyed her teacher, lifting her demure little skirt and slipping her panties down her legs, tossing them aside. “Do you like what you see?” she said with a sexy smirk, pushing her asscheeks up against the edge of his desk as her pussy was revealed to his gaze.

“Ohhh Fuck yeah…” he growled, lifting Leah up in his strong arms and thrusting everything lying on his desk aside so he could set her down upon its surface. Papers went flying, along with his reading glasses. Mr. Morton did not care; he had a beautiful naked girl on his desk with her legs parting for his pleasure. “Ohhh … your pussy is so sweet,” he groaned, parting the folds and beginning to lick her. “Mmmmmm…”

Leah gasped and started trembling as his tongue snaked out, licking and tasting her hot, sticky pussy. Mr. Morton licked her like a hungry animal, devouring her juicy heat. He began thrusting his tongue inside her, hearing her cry out for more. “Ohhh yes… YESSSS… that feels soooooo good!” escortfindikzade.com Leah cried out, feeling her pussy tighten as she was about to cum.

Mr. Morton began sucking on her clit while thrusting two huge fingers into her tight, hot pussy. Leah screamed. “Ohhh Gawd… I’m cumming!!!!!!” she cried out, spilling her sticky juices all over his fingers and tongue. Mr. Morton lapped it all up hungrily, watching as a pool of her cum had landed upon the strewn papers which yet remained on his desk.

“Bend over my desk,” he then commanded, lightly slapping Leah’s ass. Leah jumped down, bending over the edge of his desk, waiting eagerly as Mr. Morton stood behind her, his huge, throbbing cock in hand. “Ohhh yeah, your pussy is sooo wet,” he groaned, sliding the tip of his cock against the pouting pink lips. With a single hard thrust, he speared it inside of her, making her scream. His was the biggest cock she had ever had.

“Ohhhh Mr. Morton!!!!” Leah cried out, pushing her ass back against his pelvis to take more of his hard cock into her tight, slick heat. She started screaming in ecstasy as Mr. Morton began to pump his immense shaft in and out of her greatly-stretched pussy. She loved every second of his rough fucking. She couldn’t get enough. She closed her eyes, hunched over his desk as the intense fucking continued. “Ohhh yessss… that’s it… make me cum!!!” she was pleading, feeling her pussy clutching on his cock with each and every thrust. Mr. Morton began to fuck her harder and faster. “AAAAAA!!!” Leah screamed out, feeling her pussy convulse as she began cumming fiercely, her clit tingling as the orgasm washed over her.

Leah was still clutched in the throes of the powerful orgasm when Mr. Morton’s cock began to spill itself into her wet depths. “Fuck!!!!!!!” he yelled, shooting himself into Leah’s receptive body. He then slowly withdrew, brushing his cock tip against her lovely ass. He smeared it with his sperm.

After a second of catching her breath, Leah turned, looking at her handsome teacher. Her fingers came up to his cheek, gently caressing his skin. “You’re so good…” she whispered. “No one has ever fucked me so hard before…”

“You’re a very bad girl, Leah Casteel,” said Mr. Morton, still struggling to breathe after the wild fucking.

“Yes, I know … Do I get the grade?”

Mr. Morton chuckled, zipping up his pants. “Well, yes… you have worked very hard for your B, Miss Casteel. I almost wish your little friend Nikki was flunking now…”

Leah shook her head. “Ohhh you can’t have Nikki. No one has had Nikki but me…” Leah said to Mr. Morton’s great shock as she slipped her panties back on and adjusted her skirt.

Mr. Morton raised an eyebrow. He would certainly like to hear more about this… but Leah looked like she had somewhere to go…. and perhaps somebody else to see. “Thank you, Mr. Morton… that was certainly very enlightening… the greatest learning experience I have had in all my high school years….” said Leah as she grabbed her book bag and headed toward the door.

“Leah, where are you going?” Mr. Morton asked, wishing she did not have to rush off so fast.

“I got a date with my gynecologist,” Leah quipped. “My pussy hurts…”

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Wayne glanced at his watch, it was only 6 pm. The evening was moving slower than a snail’s pace and he was bored. He leaned over and picked up the local newspaper off the coffee-table ad thumbed thru its pages looking for something exciting to read. “Oh how boring, there is nothing exciting in the newspaper these days,” he voiced.

When he let his dog out, the autumn air had a crisp cold feel to it and made him shiver clear to his toes. He pulled his sweater tighter around himself and buttoned it; he hates cold weather and would prefer to be backing on a warm beach under the hot summer sun.

In his mind’s eye he was strolling along the shore of his favorite beach. He was wearing his blue Speedos; they hug his curves like a second layer of skin.

He sees a group of scantily dressed woman sunbathing and casually walks towards them. The beauties look sexy as hell and some don’t wear anything but three small triangular patches of fabric that barely cover their nipples and pussy.

The awesome sight of giggling tits and asses began to arouse Wayne. His cock tingled and started to get hard, “Oh hell no, not here, fuck I am going to be so embarrassed, If I don’t do something quick. I wish my sweet Kandie was here, I know what we’d be doing right now,” he whispered.

Wayne almost ran back to his car, jumped in the front seat and closed the door fast. “Oh God,” he yelled. Then quickly glanced around, hoping no one saw the outline of his hardening cock.

Wayne felt the urgency to jack off right then and there. He was about to slide down in the seat, and watch the sexy beauties, and masturbate. Then stopped, with the way he luck was going lately, some beach-cop would walk by his window and catch him. He could see it now; arrested for indecent exposure. Now how in the hell would he explain that one to his new girlfriend Kandie?

Wayne ignored his cock for the moment, started up the car and proceeded to drive home. After he had gone about two miles, he spotted a small gravel road that disappeared into a grove of trees, on the left side of the highway.

He drove onto the path went a few feet and stopped, rolled his window down and looked at the ground. There were no apparent tire tracks. He went a little further and carefully checked around. He was completely surrounded and he could not see the main road at all.

“Oh this is perfect,” Wayne said excitedly. His left hand lowered his shorts, then he ran his index finger across the head of his cock and moaned, “Mmmm,” when he felt the tip wet with precum.

He pulls off the road and parks his car, then opens the door. He gets out, without hesitation, his hard cock bobbing in the wind. The summer breeze caressing his cock and makes him tingle from head to toe. Wayne looked around and said, “Hey, man, its time for some serious jacking off!”

Wayne saw the reflection of his hard cock in window and smiled. His right hand grasps his cock firmly and slowly strokes up a down. He wanted to make this sexual moment last as long as he could.

“Oooh fuck, this feels so good!” he uttered. Wayne imagined Kandie was right there with him. She was holding on to him and taking off her clothes. He stood back for a moment admiring his full figured woman. Then he took her in his arms and kissed her passionately. Then he leaned down and began sucking and biting both of her nipples, one then they other, bakırköy eskort till they were red and hard. “Oh Kandie I want to fuck your pussy so much I can taste you sweet nectar on my lips,” he said.

Suddenly, Wayne feels someone’s arms encircle his waist and their warm moist air caressing the back of your neck. He jumped, and the hair on the back of his head stood up and he felt his cock shrink. Before he could ask, “Who are you?” Someone kissed the back of his neck softly.

“Guess who darling?” Kandie whispered. She ran her tongue across his neck and felt him quiver. Then kissed the back of his neck again then said softly, speaking softly, “Wayne, now do you know who I am?” Wayne’s mind races, he knew the person was female. He knew he had heard her voice before, but doesn’t remember when or where. He eagerly tired to turn around, but couldn’t move.

Kandie kisses the back of his neck again, “Now who do you suppose is kissing you like this? Wayne, you can turn around now, “she giggled.

Wayne slowly turns around, there before his eyes is a sexy BBW, clad in a one piece hot pink and black swim suit. He rubs his eyes then pinched his arm to see if he’s awake.

He looked deep into her sensuous blue-green eyes, blinked and recognizes her. “Kandie, is that you! Dam, woman, you should not scare me like that. I damned near swallowed my tongue. He exclaimed.

“Hello Wayne, I’m sorry, hopes I didn’t embarrass you too much.” Kandie expressed.

Wayne eyes were in a trance as he stood there; this is the first time he has seen her for real. “Oooh Kandie, you’re so beautiful! I never in my wildest dream thought I’d meet you. Well, not like this anyways, He uttered. “Hey Kandie, where in the hell did you come from? I know you didn’t materialize out of thin air,” he uttered.

“Kandie told him she had been hiding the whole time on the floor in the back seat of the car. Just waiting for the perfect moment to jump out and surprise him, she told Wayne.

“I’m sorry; I should have emailed you and told you I was coming for a visit. But I was not sure, if I’d have the funds for it,” Kandie said.

“Then two weeks ago my boss gave me a big bonus. A fourteen day paid vacation anywhere in the USA. Darling, I couldn’t bring myself to call you directly,” she told Wayne.

Kandie then told him that she had called his mom to tell her about the plan to make sure he’d be home for the surprise. Then ask if she could pick me up. She loved the idea and told me she would be glad to pick me up.

“When she picked me up this morning that’s when I put my plan into action,” Kandie uttered.

Wayne took her in his arms and kissed her softly, “Well Kandie, you sure scared me that’s for sure baby,” he said. He ran his fingers across her ass and caressed her gently. Then his hard cock brushed against her thigh making them both jump. “Sorry honey, I guess my cock is making my intentions apparent,” he murmured.

“Oh Kandie, I love you! I have wanted you since the first time we chatted online. Oh my sweet baby, when you said hello to me on the phone that time I called you. I fell head over heels for you,” he whispered.

“Wayne, I love your voice is sweet and alluring. The first time we spoke on the phone I melted into the receiver. I fell in love with your voice and sensuous words. I wanted to hold you for real and escort fulya hear you whisper sweet nothings in my ear. I needed to touch you and feel your warm kisses against my lips. I wanted to caress the small of your back and feel your quiver as my fingertips slowly glided over your skin. I wanted to arch my back as your lips surrounded my swollen clit and moan with pure delight,” she purred.

Kandie then glanced down as his cock, “Oh by the way–wow, honey, nice cock! I can’t wait to try it on for size,” she replied as her tongue caressed her lips.

“Hey, how do you like my swim suit love? I bought it just for the trip. Then she watched his face for any hint of his feelings; he winked at her and blew her a kiss. I’ll take that as a yes,” Kandie chuckled.

Wayne took the blanket out of the car then laid it on the ground next to them. He reached out and drew Kandie close to his body, and kissed her. His voice quivered and he said. “Let me help you out of that suit darling, ooooh God, I want to fuck you!”

“Oh Wayne, I want to feel your cock teasing my clit and then slowly sliding down and encircling my hole. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and feel you slide your cock in me with deep slow strokes stretching my pussy to its limits. Oh my God, I want you,” she replied.

Kandie slid the suit off her shoulders then held on to Wayne for support as he bent over to help her step out of the suit. She gently ran her fingers down the middle of his back and heard a soft sigh escape his lips. If she was not holding on to him she was sure her legs would buckle.

Wayne stood up slowly taking in Kandie’s naked body with his eyes. He gasps when her big succulent nipples were just inches from his lips. “Oooh Kandie, I love your tits–oooh can I suck them baby? Wayne asked.

Kandie pulled his head closer to her breasts and uttered, “Yes–baby–yes–I love a titty-man!” She loved the way his tongue encircled her nipple, and when he bit it a bolt of electricity went directly from his tongue to her clit. Kandie shivered excitedly and said, “Oh Wayne lets make love, right here right now!”

Wayne kissed her cheek and gently laid her down. “Darling, don’t move, I want to taste every inch of you–my sweet Kandie,” he instructed her. He kiss her lips then covered her face with soft kisses then descended to her breasts.

Wayne flicked her nipple with his tongue, and then sucked it deep into his mouth. He could not get enough of her, she tasted so good. He took it in his teeth and bit it gently. Then crossed to her other nipple and did the same.

Kandie arched her back, close her eyes and whispered softly, “MMM, Oh Wayne you’re making my clit throb, it feels divine! Oooh I want to feel your fingers caress my clit. Oh you sure know how to make a woman feel good!”

Wayne left a wet trail with is tongue as he licked his way down her abdomen to her pussy. Wayne told her to spread her legs wide then moved between her legs with his face inches from her pussy. He slowly spread her labia and licks his lips and excitedly said, “Oh fuck–you’re so fucking wet!”

He opens his nostrils wide inhaling her stimulating aroma. Then ran his tongue across her swollen clit and encircled it. He eagerly laps her from her clit to her ass feeling her hips move about wildly. The he held onto her hips darting his tongue in and ataköy eskort out of her madly, feeling a gush of fluid against his chin.

Wayne zeros in on her clit setting it ablaze. He slid his fingers in her pussy with wild fucking motions. He stopped for a moment then raised His head, “Oh Kandie, you like what I am doing, don’t you,” he inquires.

Kandie held his head like it was in a vice and screamed out his name, “Wayne–Oh–Wayne–Oh Yessss–Oh my God–bite my clit! I am going to cum–fuck me now!”

Wayne takes the head of his cock and rubs it all over her pussy, lubricating it with precum. He voice quivers as he tells her, “Sweetheart, hang on–not so fast–we have all day to fuck. I want to make cum before I shove this throbbing cock deep into her hot pussy. Cum for me baby!”

Kandie thrust her hips like crazy, and desperately looked-for his cock to guide it into him. He stopped and said, “Soon my love.” Wayne then shoves his finger deeper within her pussy till it rubs against her g-spot.

She screams and began to shiver, feeling the start of an earth shattering climax. “Fuck, oh darling, fuck-me–ooooooooh–yesssssss–I am cumming,” she screamed.

Wayne withdrew his hand and prepared to guide his hard cock into her and noticed his hand was covered to his wrist with cum.

Kandie shouted, “Wayne, make love to me now! Baby–fuck me now! I can’t wait to feel your cock pulsating against the walls of my pussy. Oh Wayne, please–baby–Fuck Me!

Wayne kissed her lips gently and then went slow relishing the moment as her climax engulfed them. Then without hesitation shoved his cock all the way in her with one hard thrust, yelling, “Yesss–ahhh dam baby–make your pussy-muscles milk my cock. Oh–Kandie–ride my cock hard–make me cum!”

Kandie clamps down on his cock hard with her vaginal muscles feeling the engorged veins in his cock. It felt as if it would explode at any minute. She wraps her legs around his waist and screamed, “Ooooh Wayne cum for me darling!”

Wayne’s cock expanded her pussy to the limit. “My darling, sweet Kandie, can I cum inside you–I can’t hold back any longer!” Wayne screams.”

Kandie in breathless anticipation said, “Oh yes baby, fill me with your sweet cum! I love the way you fuck me, no one has fucked me like before. Honey I love you!”

Wayne’s felt his body go rigid and screamed “Kandie–my delicious lady–I am cumming!” His cum exploding with so much force it takes her breath away.

Kandie feels the force of his cum touching the deep recesses of her vagina she begins to shout, “Oh, I am cumming again! Oh Wayne, let’s make this moment last forever!”

Wayne held her face in his hands, kissing both cheeks softly. “Kandie, I love you! I am so glad I was privileged to meet you for real. Darling, you’re sexy as hell as and more woman than any man could ever wish for. Let’s make the additional 9 days a sentimental journey through paradise,” he expressed.

Kandie climbs into bed that night and snuggles up close to Wayne. Then closes her eyes and treasures the precious memories of the day.

Wayne looks at sleeping beauty once more and whispers, “Wait till morning, My Sweet Kandie, I’m having pussy-pie for breakfast.”

Kandie playfully opens one eye, “Not if I can help it–if I wake up first–I’m having tube steak ala cream for breakfast, she chuckles.

Wayne briskly said, “I am going to win this round, I guarantee you baby!”

Kandie excitedly replied, “Shall we bet on it, winner takes all. All I can get!”

They kissed each other goodnight and slowly drift off to sleep snuggled in each others arms.

Hugs, this story is real!

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It was just sex. That’s what I kept telling myself, “It’s just sex!” but every time I said it that little voice in the back of my head said “yeah, but it’s REALLY GREAT sex!!”

I’d met him by chance when he was in town for work, and we hit it off straight away. At 42 he was 10 years my senior, he looked fit, with great shoulders and that strong handsome look that some bald men can carry off really well. Most of all he had blue green eyes that locked onto mine and shone with an intensity, an honesty and trust that made me weak at the knees. My marriage had ended a little over two years ago when I caught my husband cheating on me, a couple of meaningless romances later and I was enjoying being single, but horny!

When we met, through a mutual friend, we sparked off each other, laughed, and agreed we should catch up again next time he was in town. I gave him my number, and thought it would be nice to have a new male friend, he was married, with two kids he obviously loved deeply, and I thought he had a lucky wife.

He rang me out of the blue a few weeks later and said his afternoon meeting had been cancelled and before he started the four hour drive back to his home town, he’d love to catch up over a coffee. I was finishing a few chores at home, so gave him my address and quickly cleared up in the 15 minutes or so I thought I had before he would arrive. I was bra-less, in a tube dress and had my hair up when I heard him pull into the drive shortly after, but I figured so what – it’s just a coffee and a chat, if we’re going to be friends he can take me as he finds me at short notice!

When I opened the door I was surprised, in a well fitting stylish business shirt, suit pants and tie, he was a lot more handsome than I remembered. Then he gave me a big smile with his eyes shining and I knew this was going to be a very hard friendship to keep out of the bedroom!

We sat on the couch and started talking about our days, I asked how his family was (as much to remind me that he was married as out of genuine interest!) and he talked about his kids as only proud and loving dads can. I noticed he didn’t mention his wife, and had barely mentioned her last time, so asked how she was. He paused, looked into my face in a way that completely disarmed me, and started to talk deeply and honestly about the troubles in his relationship, his wife’s emotional and physical distance from him since their second child was born and how he had struggled to reconcile his attraction to me with his love for his family.

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, or thinking. My own husband had cheated on me, yet here I was, feeling sorry for this lovely guy because he was committed to his family but needed a physical and intimate relationship that he clearly had not had with his wife for 5 years! I don’t know how he did it, but the combination of honesty, his physical presence and the way he started to tell me how gorgeous I was (after I had just finished doing the housework!!) had me wanting to melt into his arms!

We sat in silence for a minute and he drew a deep breath, then looked up into my eyes. It was that magic moment, when a cord of pure energy links your souls through your gaze, I couldn’t turn away, as we moved closer together, holding for an instant just millimetres apart, daring each other to pull back, savouring the smell and warmth of each other, sharing a breath, until our lips met. He kissed me softly, almost chastely, lips gently quivering, until I pushed more firmly onto his, leaned into him and let my tongue run across his top lip.

He pulled back for a moment, I opened my eyes to see if something was wrong, “God,” I thought “don’t let him regret that, don’t let him back out now!”. He just stared into my eyes, smiling, brushed my hair from my face and murmured that the hadn’t had a kiss like that for years.

“That’s nothing!” I said, and throwing my arms around him, crushed his lips with mine until he opened his mouth and I could drive my tongue in. He kissed me back hungrily now, his arms tight around me, pulling bakırköy escort bayan me to him and soon we were lying on the couch, he under me and my breasts firm against his chest.

I could feel his cock hardening against me and wriggled my hips against it – this kissing had got me hotter than I had been for ages, and I wanted him to know it. When he paused for a breath, I stood up, took his hand and lead him silently to the bedroom. He trailed behind me, when I looked back over my shoulder and caught him staring at my bum, he just smiled and said how beautiful I was.

“Flatterer!” I scolded him.

“No,” he replied.

Holding my hand tight he stopped so suddenly I almost stumbled as he looked down into my eyes and simply said “you are so beautiful.”

If I hadn’t already been ready to screw his brains out, that would have melted any resistance I had left!

I pulled him onto the bed and he started kissing my neck, ears, throat, eyelids, everywhere but my mouth, making me gasp and moan as his hands started to explore my body. I’m no skinny waif, but I’m fit, and far from fat too, so when he pulled my top down to expose my full breasts he gasped, smiled and started to lick and suck each nipple until they were hard and I was about to start touching myself I was so wet!

I pulled his mouth back to mine and we kissed hungrily, deeply and lustfully. I rolled over on top of him and quickly I pulled my dress up over my head so I was straddling him, with only my panties on. Looking down I could see him gazing up with longing in his eyes. I started on his tie and shirt buttons, which made him giggle as I accidentally tickled his hairy chest, I jiggled back and felt his hard cock, through the fabric of his trousers and my panties, pressing against my hot pussy. I leaned down to kiss him and he hugged me close.

Holding me tight he rolled us over, kissing my lips, throat, down my cleavage and over my tummy, I knew where he was heading and could hardly wait. Quickly I slipped my hand down to the elastic of my panties and wiggled them off, giving him full permission and access to the centre of my passion.

I grasped one of his hands and brought it to my breast, and he started rolling my nipple between his fingers as his tongue started sliding across my pussy lips. I needed more, I took his head in my hands and urged his tongue into me, tilting my hips, running my feet up and down his back, opening myself to his probing tongue. He may have thought he was out of practice, but he knew what he was doing!

He licked and sucked my pussy lips, slipped his tongue in and managed to probe and suck at the same time. As he tongue found my pussy button his mouth felt so hot and insistent on me, his tongue so firm and fast in it’s work, I could hear myself moaning, murmuring his name. I needed this man, I needed his body above me, I needed his arms around me, I needed his hard cock inside me!

“Come here!” I growled, and he looked up at me from his work, smiling as he sat up to quickly finish removing his shirt. I grabbed his belt buckle, undid his trousers and was soon staring at his rock hard cock. He pulled back for a moment and stood at the bedside to slip his trousers and socks off, giving me a great view of his manhood, bobbing up by his belly button, thick and hard and soon to be mine.

As he moved back onto the bed I dipped my head and took the hot tip of his cock in my mouth. He gasped as I ran my tongue around it and used one hand to draw back his foreskin while I sucked just the head. I started to move down gently and he ran his fingers through my dark hair, gently entwining us and not grabbing or forcing me on at all, just connecting with me and moaning “Oh God,” in a way that spurred me on far more strongly and sensuously than any man ever has by trying to push me down. I was sucking his cock because I wanted to, because I could make him feel good, and because he felt so hard and strong in my mouth that I loved it!! I felt him twitch, and thought about making escort esenyurt him come with my tongue, but he had other ideas.

He pulled me up and I gave his beautiful cock one last caress as he started kissing me again, from my mouth to my ears and back via my throat. Gently, insistently, he was pushing me back onto the bed, I opened my legs for him and he lay on top of me, his cock hard against my pussy lips, the head resting on my lower abdomen. He moved slowly, not entering me, just rubbing in time with the kisses he planted on my lips. The shaft of his cock felt so good, he had it positioned perfectly so it ground against my pussy button, getting me hotter and wetter every minute. I don’t know how long we lay like that, kissing and grinding, until I pulled away from his mouth to tell him how hot I was, that his cock was driving me wild as it hit my button, and that if he didn’t put it inside me now I would probably scream!

He smiled, his eyes never leaving mine as he slipped just the head between my lips. I tilted my hips and rocked up to draw him in and we both groaned together as he slid that thick hard cock into me. I threw my head back in ecstasy as he thrust all he way in, lifting his hips so he was deep inside me and using his pelvis to keep pressure on my button, god it felt deep, and soooo good! he started to rock into me, going from deep to really deep, probing, pressing, grinding, never thrusting, never drawing out but somehow managing to probe and pulse in and out in a way that kept building the pleasure. No man had ever taken me like that before, somehow gentle and strong at the same time, I loved it and he could tell.

I looked up into his eyes, all I could say was “niiiice!”

He just smiled and said “good!”

I started to thrust back against him, raising the tempo, hugging his shoulders tight and whispering into his ear to fuck me harder.

He almost looked shocked.

“Is it good?” he asked.

“So good!” I purred back at him, “Fuck me, fuck me now!”

“How?” he asked, warming up to our verbal game.

“Hard!” I said.

He immediately leaned over me, driving his cock in deep, crushing my knees against my breasts, reaching his strong arms around my shoulders, filing my pussy with his manhood and my eyes with his handsome face and firm shoulders as he cradled me in a total embrace. As he continued to drive into me I could feel myself getting close, but this god like man seemed like he could go on forever. I saw a drop of sweat trickle down the side of his face and realised how hard he was working to please me.

I held him tight, slid my legs out and wrapped them around his waist so I could slow him down.

“Please,” I mumbled “take me doggy style.”

That’s my favourite position, I love the depth and the animal nature of it and it always gets me off. He smiled, and the look on his face told me it was a favourite of his too. He slid out of me and I felt momentarily empty as I rolled over and positioned myself on the edge of the bed.

“Stand by the bed,” I said,

“Oh baby!” was all he could reply.

I looked back over my shoulder, my feet over the edge of the bed, my bum in the air and my hot wet pussy waiting for him, thank god I didn’t have to wait long. He positioned himself close behind me and rubbed the head of his cock across my pussy lips. I reached back between my thighs, grasped his shaft and guided him in. He drove in deep and again we both groaned together. He grasped my hips firmly and his hips pressed hard against my cheeks. He was thrusting deep, again with the deep to deeper strokes, first filling my pussy, then completely stuffing it as he crushed my ass cheeks, not really withdrawing at all, just lessening the pressure before driving in again.

“Ohhhh!” I groaned, “your cock is filling my pussy!”

He paused for a moment, laughing kindly as he told me “You say the sweetest things!”

Then I felt him reaching across me, I looked back over my right shoulder and saw him grabbing a pillow, ataköy escort bayan I was just wondering what he wanted that for when he slipped it under my tummy. I thought he was going to push me down onto it, but instead he grasped it in both hands and pulled it back against my hips, drawing me hard back against him, plunging his cock deeper into me, the thick base of his shaft stretching me, the head of his cock deeper inside me than any man had been before, my g-spot getting more pleasure on a single stroke than my ex could have managed in a year!!

“Oohhhh, leverage!” I moaned, getting a fantastic lesson in bio-mechanics with every stroke! (He told me later that he had never done this before, that he just saw the pillow and was inspired by my obvious enjoyment of what he had been doing already and made it up on the spur of he moment!)

Then he really started to go to work, thrusting hard and deep, using the pillow almost like reins on a horse, pulling me back as he drove in deeply. I could feel my O building, I could barely hold my head and chest off the bed, the whole of his cock was pumping deep and filling me to my soul, his strong arms worked the pillow back against my hips in a way that gave him complete control and I could surrender myself to the sensations he created within me.

I felt hot, from my pussy to my chest and throat, I was blushing and moaning as I felt myself starting to come. I heard my voice crying out, felt him respond to my cries with moans of his own as he thrust and thrust again, I gave myself over to the feelings washing over me, like rainbows of pleasure rippling out from my over stimulated pussy. I was coming hard, and suddenly felt a little fluid gushing from me and realised I was squirting. I never had before, I was coming so hard I couldn’t breathe, I collapsed onto the bed gasping for breath as his cock slipped out of me and he lay beside me, stroking my hair. When I could open my eyes he was gazing into them, with a boyish smile on his face, like the cat that just got the cream!

“Was that ok?” he asked.

I couldn’t believe it!

“OK??” I demanded, “that was amazing!”

“Good!” he said, “It’s been quite a while for me, and I really wanted you to enjoy it.”

I rolled over onto my back and looked into his eyes. “You haven’t come yet have you?” I asked.

He just smiled at me, his face glowing as his eyes roamed my body, his hand stroking my now sensitive breasts and nipples, and he started telling me again how beautiful he thought I was.

“Come here,” I said, pulling him on top of me again and guiding his still hard cock back inside me. “Fuck me, please, come in me, come in me now!”

This time he was much more urgent, my encouragement had done the trick! I drew my legs up for him so he could drive in deep, I watched his face as he thrust harder and harder, my breasts were bouncing and he was almost mesmerised by their motion. I lifted my hand and covered his eyes, his mouth curled in a puzzled smile. Then he realised what I was doing, making him concentrate on the feelings, as I gripped his cock on every thrust and ground my hips back. Within seconds he was breathing heavily. Soon he started to groan and his thrusts grew deeper but more erratic, I drew my hand away and his eyes flew open, staring into mine as he called out my name, thrusting deep as I felt his cock swell and pulse inside me. His back arched, he was coming as deep inside me as he could, quivering, jerking, groaning.

Collapsing on top of me, he wrapped his arms around my shoulders and murmured how wonderful that was, but apologising for how suddenly and quickly he had come.

I told him I wanted him to come, he had given me the biggest orgasm of my life, and he deserved his own. Who wants to come together, when you can have such a great one yourself, then get to watch as your lover explodes deep within you, knowing you had driven him on to that state of bliss?

We lay together for a while. Kissing and cuddling, until I had to get ready for the afternoon school run, and he had to drive home. We have been together four times since, every time he comes to town. Each time is fantastic, special in it’s own way but nothing compares to that voyage of discovery that was our first time together. I keep telling myself it’s just sex, just really good sex…not an affair with a married man!

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“Are these seats taken?” Lauren spoke brightly to some familiar faces.

Hannah Clark’s whole family was seated in a row in the center-back of the bustling auditorium. Her sisters and her dad, Mitch, had all been swiping through stuff on their cell phones and her mom, Claire, was reading through the event’s program. They all looked up almost simultaneously to see who had spoken.

Lauren couldn’t help but make first and direct eye contact with Mitch; when he looked up his eyes were very startled, and his countenance remained stunned even after recognition set in and Mrs. Clark stood and stepped around her husband to give all the newcomers brief hugs and greetings. Mr. Clark stood, too. After his wife had given out hugs, it would have been rude if he had ignored the girls, so he stored his phone in his front pocket and gave the two girls closest to him – one of them being Lauren – awkward side hugs, and the third girl he just gave a little wave. The row was narrow, and it was tricky for his larger frame to maneuver between the seats. He murmured little hellos but otherwise let his wife do the talking.

Mitch had relaxed some. The corners of his mouth now turned up to resemble a smile, although he still looked almost sick, probably figuring out how to act natural even though he felt anything but calm. Lauren was cued into all of these changes in his demeanor even though nobody else was aware of the tension between them.

“Please, sit with us!” Mrs. Clark gestured obviously to the open seats directly to the right of her husband.

Hannah’s sisters had already returned their attention to Instagram or whatever was so interesting on their phones. The rest of them sat. Lauren took the seat right next to Mr. Clark, as she knew the family best out of the three friends.

Lauren grasped the chair to adjust her posture in it, and as she did so, Mitch’s hand that was at his side, between them, darted instinctively into his lap. He was jumpy and obviously reactive to her presence. He did not want to show any intimacy between them in front of his wife, but he was massively overcompensating beyond the realm of normal human interaction.

After a few moments of processing the surprise of Lauren’s arrival and close proximity, Mitch rediscovered some perspective and relaxed his hand back to his side.

Mrs. Clark leaned over her husband to strike up a conversation with Lauren about Lauren’s new apartment. Mr. Clark sat politely still as the two talked over him.

“Yeah, I’ve lived there about three weeks, now,” Lauren informed Mrs. Clark. “It’s good, but my landlord is a little spacey.” Mrs. Clark nodded and rolled her eyes as she absorbed the conversation. Mrs. Clark loved gossip and she always played along animatedly with every juicy tidbit. “He’s not incompetent, exactly. He keeps saying he will come over to fix the water in the shower, but it’s been a few weeks and nothing…”

“Well what’s wrong with the shower?” Mrs. Clark asked quickly and with too much fascination, like it was her own shower that she found out was busted.

“It only runs cold. It’s like the hot water isn’t hooked up properly or something.” Lauren tried to match Mrs. Clark’s energy. “We’re a little sick of taking cold showers.”

Mrs. Clark shuttered in empathy, accompanied by a little giggle. Mr. Clark stared at his hands and fiddled with his fingers.

“Well, you know, Mitch redid our entire upstairs bathroom. New faucets and all. I bet he could fix it if your landlord doesn’t get back to you.”

Mitch looked at his wife when she mentioned his name.

“Oh, no, it’s no big deal to wait a little longer,” Lauren protested, giving Mitch an easy out if he felt awkward or was too busy. He had turned toward her, now, and seemed to be slightly amused by her objection.

“It’s actually probably an easy fix.” Mitch said softly, as they were seated so close to one another. It was the first sentence he had heard him utter in over a year. “I don’t mind at all.” His kind smile was genuine this time, and even though it was small, it was still reflected in the little wrinkles near his eyes.

Lauren was triggered by his soft tone and kind, penetrating eyes. She felt a warmth spread through her chest. She felt both vulnerable and protected all of a sudden.

“I have a bit of free time on Sunday. Can you text me the address?” Mitch asked.

Lauren immediately got out her phone and opened a new text message. “What’s your number?”

Mitch recited it to her. She took another moment to type out the address, and then Mitch pulled his phone out of his pocket again, just as the vibration alerted him that he had a new text. He viewed it for a moment, thanked her, and then she watched out of the corner of her eye as he added the sender as a new contact.

The air felt heavy in the auditorium. It was not too hot, but the atmosphere was full of pride and excitement. It was a big day for the young folks waiting to graduate, Hannah among them. She had worked harder than anyone Lauren knew to complete her degree; practically all of her “free” time was spent working multiple escort bayan bakırköy jobs. Lauren and Hannah had not spent as much time together as they used to, mostly because they both had conflicts, but they remained close out of habit.

It had only been a few minutes since Lauren and the other girls sat down, so people were still standing, finding seats, and gossiping and one-upping one another in conversation.

“Hey, what time is it? Do you think I have time to use the restroom before this thing starts?” Lauren engaged Mrs. Clark again with the question.

Mrs. Clark looked up from the program again, checked her phone for the time, and then looked around at everyone still standing. “You’ve got eight minutes, but there’s no way it starts on time.”

Lauren nodded in agreement and then got to her feet. She set her small handbag back on her chair and scooted past her friends who leaned their knees to the side to let her pass. In the aisle, she had to weave around people yapping who remained oblivious to the girl struggling to get through.

Mitch subtly craned his neck to see which way Lauren turned when she left the auditorium. He waited a beat and then said, “You know, I think I’ll go too,” and stood to leave the same way she did. His wife made a grunt of acknowledgement, hardly looking up from her phone, but he paid little attention anyway. He was concentrated on slipping past everyone quickly.

When he got out to the lobby, he took note of where the women’s restroom was located and then planted himself close by, where he would not be able to miss Lauren when she came out. He stood, trying to lean against the wall but finding himself too nervous to be still and instead fidgeted by rocking back and forth on his feet. He was not sure what he intended to say to her. He almost chickened out and went back to his seat when she pushed out the door of the restroom.

She did not notice him right away. She was focused on returning to the auditorium before the commencement began. She hastened her pace on 3 inch high heels and wobbled a little from lack of practice. The cornflower blue dress she wore flowed out gracefully around her knees due to the acceleration of her pace. Mitch saw her pick up speed, and he used the momentum of rolling up to his toes to stride over and intercept her path. He grasped her wrist and spun her to the opposite wall of the lobby, like an eagle snatching a fish from the river.

It was Lauren’s time to be startled, and she took a second to steady herself and gather her bearings before looking at the face of her captor, although she already knew who it was.

On this side of the lobby, there was no one else within a 10-foot radius of the couple, and everyone was engrossed in their own conversations, barely noticing them.

Mitch had placed her with her back against the wall. He was facing her with his right hand pressing on the wall just an inch from her left ear. His other hand still lingered on her wrist where he nabbed her from the crowd.

“What’s going on?” Lauren finally asked, somewhat suspiciously. She was taken aback from her change of course. Mitch looked like he wanted to say something but could not come up with the words.

He looked, lost in thought, from his feet to her face, buying time to figure out what to say, but also absorbing her beauty. The wrap dress she wore was both modest and captivating. The color suited her personality and made her lightly tanned skin look radiant. The hem ended just below her knee, but what he could see of her calf was perfectly toned and made even more tantalizing by the natural flex gained by her nude-colored, t-strap heels. A thin sash brought the dress together at her small waist, further emphasizing her natural hourglass figure. And her breasts were covered but for the stunning valley that the deep V revealed to lucky onlookers, where one could just begin to see the swell of two flawless mounds. Her chest was perceptively heaving still from being literally swept off her feet a moment ago. Her long brown hair was curled in a natural fashion and pulled back from the sides into a barrette. When his gaze finally climbed to her eyes and she was looking directly back, waiting for him to explain his presence, he clenched his eyes shut as though he was afraid she would be able to read his thoughts if she looked too deeply.

Finally he said, “I haven’t seen you since Hannah moved out. How’ve you been?” He dropped his right hand from the wall and put it in his pocket, realizing his body language might have come across rather more aggressive than he intended.

Lauren was amused by his casual conversation after such an unexpected outburst. She also recalled the last time they had seen each other, about six months after their affair, and five-and-a-half months after her dad died

Lauren had been part of a group of friends that helped Hannah in moving her stuff out of her parents’ house and into her own, quiet studio apartment. Mitch had stopped by the new place after he got out of work into order to bring all the helpers some escort halkalı pizza and beer and to see the place his daughter would be living for the foreseeable future. He had stepped into the surprisingly spacious studio with his hands full of sustenance. Before he could announce his presence, though, he had noticed a young woman toward the back of the apartment, near a large window, bent over a box and unloading its contents when a young man he had never seen walked over and startled her by pinching her butt under the loose athletic shorts she was wearing. The girl squealed and swatted at the boy and giggled playfully, before realizing that they were being watched. Lauren had been caught mid-PDA by Mitch, and she blushed. Mitch had averted his eye contact before his leering drew the attention of the strange boy and announced to the apartment that pizza had arrived. As all of the helpers clambered over the food, Mitch backed away and excused himself to the bathroom to think over the mixed emotions he felt of jealousy, rage, and…heartbreak? He had washed his hands of the stupid, juvenile angst and returned to the room full of adults who were half his age. He busied himself with hanging photos, avoiding Lauren and the strange boy whom he hated, until he made up the excuse that he had a migraine and went home.

A year and a half later, here they were.

“Good.” Lauren responded to Mitch’s small-talk-type question.

“Thats good. Still got the boyfriend?” Mitch asked, nodding along, already knowing the answer because she’d slipped up and said “we” when she was talking about their shower.

“Yes…” Lauren said shyly, looking for his reaction.

“Good, good,” Mitch nodded along some more, although it did not look like he was exceptionally pleased. “Are you happy? You look happy.”

“I’m pretty happy,” she said, trying to sound sincere, and for the most part she was.

She didn’t really know what to say to him.

“I think about you a lot,” he said, filling the silence. He realized that might have been too corny, so he added, “…in the shower sometimes.”

She smiled because he had just made it awkward, but it somehow broke the tension.

“Does the water wash away the sin?” she asked.

“It washes away something.”

She blushed at the suggestiveness.

“I miss you,” he said in a low, honest tone, finally getting to his point. “You look beautiful.”

She sighed, still smiling. She felt uncomfortable, flattered, and conflicted all at once. She could not help but feel attracted to him. Since she had last seen him, he had started trimming his hair shorter but grew a scruffy beard which made him look distinguished and chiseled, more like a gracefully aging movie star than a dad. He had slimmed down maybe 10 pounds but looked healthy and remained in good shape. She liked the way he rolled the sleeves of his dress shirt up to his elbows, and she could see the strong muscles of his forearms.

He was so effortlessly masculine, and she could not help but get turned on by his clear interest in her. He made her feel like a girl and a woman all at once. She felt like she could curl up into his protective arms but he would still always consider her his equal.

Lauren never got closure after their brief affair. They both had felt like it was a one-time thing, but since that day, Mitch had always been in the back of her mind, even after she started dating John.

“John…” she thought.

Noticing her discomfort, he told her, “If you feel weird about me coming over to fix your sink, I’ll come up with some excuse to tell Claire.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Lauren said, snapping back to reality. “John will be there, and it would actually be really helpful…if you don’t mind.”

Mitch took a deep breath to disguise his disappointment that they would be chaperoned, but managed to breathe out, “Oh, good, okay,” seemingly psyching himself up to meet the strange boy he hated.

Lauren noticed his response, trying to play it cool. “I’m sorry,” she said, although she was not exactly sure for what she was sorry. “Maybe we should get back.”

They walked back into the auditorium a few paces apart and took their seats next to each other. The tension between them was there throughout the ceremony, but it felt electric. When Hannah’s name was called and she walked across the stage with her new diploma, their entire row stood and cheered. When Hannah got to the end, she held her diploma in the air and looked over at her cheering section. Lauren and Mitch glanced and smiled at one another in the adrenaline of the moment.

When the ceremony concluded, everyone rushed into the aisles so they could wait to get out to the lobby like the passengers of an airplane when it reaches the gate. Mitch was stuck between his wife at his heels and Lauren in front of him. He pressed forward, taking advantage of the occasion where he could be close to her without raising anyone’s suspicion. He reached out toward her hip and felt the cotton of her dress brush against the back of his curled fingers. Lauren felt the gentle escort bayan ataköy pressure on her body and looked down in time to see Mitch’s hand retreating back to resting position. She looked up at his face over her shoulder. He mouthed the word, “sorry,” like he could not help himself, followed by an exaggerated grimace, realizing he’d been caught. She responded with a knowing smile that shined in her eyes.

“So what time can you come over on Sunday?” Lauren asked when the space opened up in the lobby.

“Umm… I’m free anytime, honestly.”

“How about 4?.”

“Sounds great.”

“Good. I’ll make you a treat for helping us out.”

“Assuming I will be able to help. Seriously, it’s no bother”

“I want to, so just accept it,” she said finally.

“Yes, Ma’am” He laughed, and he looked happy. For some, unexplained reason it gave her butterflies.

When Hannah joined the group several minutes later, they took a few configurations of group photos on various phones and parted ways.

Lauren arrived home horny. Unable to sit still, she changed into a tank top and shorts and started cleaning. She did not stop until John got home at 10 at night. They had been so busy lately, always missing each other even though they lived together now. They had not had sex since they christened the new apartment with a loving romp 3 weeks ago. She was so ravenous for a good fuck now, not to mention feeling a little bit guilty after her encounter with her best friend’s dad, that she barely let her boyfriend close the front door before she pounced on him.

She led him as far as the living room couch and tossed him on it. Lauren straddled him there. She kissed him hard and he reciprocated. He smelled a little like grease from work. Usually she would let him shower before they got intimate, but she was too desperate to prove her love to wait.

She crisscrossed her arms, grabbed the hem of the tank top and whisked it off over her head. Suddenly she remembered when she did the same thing to excite Mitch two years ago. He was really in her head tonight. She tried to channel that arousal toward John. He looked lustfully back at her, admiring her gorgeous breasts enveloped in lacy, black lingerie on display just for him as she bounced over his denim-clad hard on. She leaned down to make out with him more, dragging out the foreplay to trigger more anticipation. He fondled her ass, which she usually liked, but tonight it did not feel like enough. It felt too slow.

Lauren stepped backward off of John’s lap and pulled down her shorts. She made a little show of it and flung her panties and her bra at him, too, as John worked to take off his clothes. When he was completely naked, Lauren stared at him. He was tall and had a solid body mass, but his jaw and his muscles lacked definition, and she longed for a little more chest hair. He was stroking his cock on the couch, looking back at her. She pretended to be playfully critical of his naked body and successfully disguised her various disappointments by getting to her knees and crawling toward his waiting member.

When she got to the couch, she took his cock into her mouth and quickly wetted it with her tongue. He laid back and let her play with him for a few minutes, enjoying the sensations and her enthusiasm that, for all he knew, was all for him. He could have stayed like that all night but soon found her mounting his lap.

In no time at all, she had her dripping cunt poised to envelop her loving boyfriend’s stiff rod. He steadied her by holding her thighs and she slid easily down to his hilt. Sometimes, after it had been a few weeks since their last session, she would have to slowly work it in, but she was so lustful this night, that she merged with him quickly.

John was startled by how wet she was but did not complain. In two or three thrusts he was moaning ecstatically. In two or three more, his breathing became erratic. She felt let down that he was about to come so fast when she so badly craved a release, but nonetheless climbed off her boyfriend, who was on the edge of orgasm, to finish him off in her mouth.

Obviously his release was plenty satisfying. He held her head still and gently humped her mouth until he ejaculated several ribbons of cum down her throat. When she felt the cum stop dribbling out of his penis and his hands dropped from her face, she swallowed dutifully and climbed back up onto the couch next to her spent boyfriend. When he finally opened his eyes she gave him a quick peck on the cheek.

“Mmmm…” he moaned, “That was so good.”

She just smiled lovingly at him.

“Sorry you didn’t cum,” he sighed.

“It’s okay,” she responded and gave him a half smile. It was not easy for her to reach orgasm during intercourse without special attention and time given to her clit. More than half the time she felt satisfied enough by good penetration even when no orgasm ensnared her. Once in a while she would masturbate herself while John was inside her in order to get off. He loved when she did this, but rarely did she find it was worth the effort, and often she was so much in her head, that it would take too long, and John would finish before she had success. Tonight, though, he left her wanting more. She was not disappointed in John’s performance, which was totally on par. But she hadn’t realized until after they had sex just how much she remained in want of someone else.

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Jill brought enough cash to pay for a taxi there and back, and of course, buy a couple of the largest realistic dildos ever made for the inflated thousand-dollar price.

It had started raining on the way to the bookstore. She was glad she had worn a pair of old high-heeled sandals, but wished she had brought an umbrella.

She waited a moment before stepping out of the cab, hoping the rain would die down.

The taxi driver said he would have to turn the meter back on if she stayed in his cab much longer. She asked if he had a newspaper – anything to keep her hair dry – and he handed her a three day-old copy of the Times.

As if on cue, the rain fell harder and the wind blew faster as soon as Jill stepped out of the taxi. She held the paper above and to the side of her head, managing to keep her face and hair dry, but little else. Her white blouse was plastered to her skin.

She shivered as soon as she walked through the door.

Jill stood on the floor mat just inside the door, water dripping from her blouse and skirt.

This wasn’t the statement she had in mind.

She had wanted to make every man in the store drool over her, but she especially wanted the rude store owner to get an eyeful.

Instead, she looked like she fell in a swimming pool and managed to keep her head above water. She was drenched.

The rude store owner was nowhere in sight, either. A short black woman was behind the counter in his place.

“You lost, white girl?” the black woman asked, “or are you trickin’?”

Shivering, Jill managed to explain the story of the bachelorette party and the remaining party favors she was yet to buy.

“Yeah, that T.J. is an asshole, sometimes,” the black woman. “Sorry about that and all. He not all there, ya’ know?”

Jill smiled, shaking.

The black woman pressed a button and spoke into a microphone on the counter. Her voice carried to the back of the store, “Dee, you got your gym bag here?”

“Iris, I told you I ain’t going to the gym in this weather,” a voice answered.

“Well, bring it up here. I might need some of yo’ stuff.” Iris added.

Iris looked at Jill. Where Iris was short, black, and very heavy around the butt and legs, Jill was tall, white, and slender but curvy in all the right places.

“You sure you not ho’in?” Iris asked.

“Positive. Married, mother, real estate agent. I just want to buy those toys and go home.” Jill answered. “This was just to get into T.J.’s head so maybe he wouldn’t be so mean. So much for that idea, huh?”

“Well, look at you, though. You gonna get pneumonia in those clothes. Dee, here, has sweatpants and a sweatshirt you can wear if you want to try to give your clothes a chance to dry a bit.” Iris took the gym bag from Dee, the patron from earlier.

Jill looked at Dee. “You work here?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” Dee answered. “The rest of the time I’m a fireman. This isn’t glamorous or nothin’, but sis’ needs me to keep the trouble out, so I do.”

“Well, that’s very nice of you.” Jill shifted. “Dee.”

“Dee, why don’t you sho’ Red to one of the booths so she can get out of her wet clothes?” Iris saw the look on Dee’s face, and then added, “So she can change into your gym clothes while they dry.” Dee frowned slightly.

“I’m gonna see where T.J. put those two dildos.” Iris walked to the back of the store.

An elderly black man entered the store while two middle-aged black men walked out. Another two men exited the video booth area as Dee showed Jill to a vacant viewing booth.

“Ever been in one of these?” Dee asked.

“No, why?” Jill lied.

“Well, you have to be careful. Sometimes the floor can be slippery. Mostly from guys beatin’ off and not having the courtesy to nut in a hanky or somethin’ like dat.” Dee explained. He opened the door for her.

Jill walked inside, taking the clothes from Dee, and then closing the door behind her. Elsewhere, she could hear tokens dropping into video machines, and movies begin playing, skipping, and playing again as the occupants changed channels.

She heard someone enter the video booth to her right and caught a glimpse of an eyeball peering through the waist-high hole in the wall between her booth and his.

A moment later, someone entered the booth to Jill’s left and immediately deposited several tokens into the viewing machine. She bent over and looked through the hole on the left to try to see the movie the occupant was watching.

The occupant to her left had unzipped his pants and was quickly stroking himself to erection as he watched a tanned goddess get slapped in the face with a fat, flaccid black dick. The tanned blonde then leaned back while the large black man squatted over her face. The blonde in the video licked the underside of the man’s scrotum, and then licked around his anus before finally plunging her tongue deep inside his hole.

“Wow.” Jill said quietly. “I’m not sure if I should be grossed out or turned on.”

Jill’s clothes were still dripping wet, creating new puddles in the bakırköy escort video booth. She stood up and peeled off her wet clothes, including her bra. Jill put on the sweatshirt first, and when she could see that it was as big as a dress, she folded the over-sized sweatpants.

She had already added to the mess on the floor, so she didn’t think a little more water would hurt anything. She wrung out her shirt and bra, and rolled her skirt several times until most of the water was out, then spread everything on the back of the single chair in the booth.

She bent over to see how the occupant was coming along on her left only to find the booth empty and the video screen cycling through previews. She hadn’t brought her purse, so she tucked her driver’s license and money in her bra. Thankfully, only the outside $100 bill was wet.

She carefully stepped to the right side booth. An eye continued to watch her. He probably watched as she undressed, and who could blame him? Video is one thing, but she was a real-live redheaded white woman, barely out of reach.

Jill wondered what Iris and Dee would think of her if she went out to buy some tokens. Surely, they must have been wondering what she was doing in there. Maybe they figured she was afraid to walk out in oversized sweatpants, sweatshirt, and slinky high-heeled sandals.

“Psst.” Jill whispered to the staring eye.

There was no response.

“Psst. Can I buy some tokens from you?” Jill asked.

The eye blinked and then the occupant stood up. Jill looked back at her door.

“Hey…” Jill started.

“Be quiet.” The occupant’s voice sounded familiar. “I’ll get you all the tokens you want, but you have to be quiet.”

“Dee?” Jill asked.

She was answered with the sight of several tokens being dropped through the hole and falling onto the wet floor. She reached her hand through the hole and felt a very large hand grab hold of hers. She then felt a role of tokens pushed into her hand.

She carefully pulled her hand and tokens back through the hole, stood up, and clicked toward the video screen. Jill watched as the previews cycled. When she was satisfied there was material worth watching, she deposited the entire roll into the coin slot.

She stepped back toward the chair and sat on the folded sweatpants. She selected the tanned blonde video that the left occupant had been watching.

The blonde was having her pussy stuffed by a fat, but not particularly long black cock. The girl looked barely twenty years old, but the black man could have been in his fifties. Judging by the blonde’s pigtails, “old black man does little white girl” seemed to be the intended plot of the story. It worked for the guy that had been in the booth on the left, so it worked for Jill.

There were no windows or window ledges in this particular booth, so Jill had to hold her feet up as she began fingering her pussy and rubbing her clit. Her abdominal muscles rippled as she raised her legs and leaned back.

She found her rhythm and felt her clit swell under her fingers.

There was a knock at the door.

Jill stood up too quickly and almost slipped. She felt dizzy. Could she still be drunk?

She pulled the sweatshirt down around her hips, not realizing she was only barely covering her pussy.

It was Dee with a bag.

“Here, I already paid for them. Said I would, so here.” Dee whispered.

“I can pay you. I brought money.” Jill said.

“No, it’s okay, as long as you keep doin’ what yo’ doin’ and don’t mind if I watch.” Dee said with the sound of hope in his voice.

“I don’t mind.” Jill took the bag and looked inside. Two dildos and another roll of tokens were barely visible. “Thank you, Dee.”

Jill closed the door and hung the bag on the doorknob. She slid the sliding latch to lock the door, but knew it was really just there for looks. A soft breeze could probably blow the door open.

She reached into the bag and found the elusive toy that had caused so much trouble. It wasn’t very wide, but it was eighteen inches long. The box claimed it had a realistic foreskin, floating balls in the sack, and the shaft had something called “jack-o-matic” action. She turned the box over and could see that – with batteries installed – the shaft shortened and lengthened, requiring the user to simply hold it steady and the toy would do all the pumping.

“I’ll save that one for later.” Jill carefully put the box back in the bag. She reached for the other one, which was only a foot long in comparison, but as wide as her forearm.

It had no moving parts, but was beautifully sculpted. Jill quickly pulled it out of its carton and sat back in the chair.

The blonde in the video was alternating between having the fat cock fill her pussy, to having it fill her mouth. Jill rubbed the toy up and down on her pussy, rotating it until the entire head and shaft was slick with her wetness.

As the old man turned the blonde over and mounted her from behind, Jill eased the head of the escort bahçelievler toy inside her pussy. She could see eyes looking at her from the left and right holes. In the background, dozens of other video machines were having tokens simultaneously deposited in them.

Jill licked her lips and pushed the toy inside her farther.

The screen suddenly went blank.

Light from the adjacent booths was just enough to see the bag hanging on the doorknob. Jill reached inside and pulled out the other roll of tokens.

Before depositing the roll, though, Jill decided to really give Dee and the other occupant a show and removed the sweatshirt.

When the video screen came back to life, everyone watching her was treated to Jill’s full breasts, shaved pussy, curvy legs and pretty feet in high heels.

Everyone included the man on her left, Dee on her right, the other video booths, and Iris, watching at the front of the store – all thanks to a hidden security camera.

In the back of the store, everything was captured on videotape.

Jill sat back down and rubbed the wet dong on her breasts before placing the toy in her mouth. She was no stranger to the taste of her own wetness, and licked the entire shaft.

“Mmmmm.” Jill said, looking at Dee’s staring eye. She had no doubt he was stroking his large, thick cock in the other booth, and that seemed to turn her on even more.

She pushed the toy back inside her pussy while her other hand feverishly rubbed her clit.

In the video, the blonde was now on top of the older black man, facing away from him, and toward the camera. Jill knew these were actors, and the girl was being paid to look like she liked being fucked by this fat black dick, but the girl didn’t looked like she ever went to acting school.

She was either a natural actress, or she was really enjoying the fuck she was receiving. The possibility that the girl may have been on drugs never entered Jill’s mind.

Jill pumped the dildo in and out of her pussy faster and deeper, but she couldn’t bring herself to orgasm. She finally withdrew the toy from her aching pussy and clicked over to the hole on the right.

“Dee.” She whispered. “Come in here.”

She put the toy and her wet clothes in the bag and unlocked the door.

Dee quietly stepped inside.

He couldn’t believe he was doing this. He had just broken up with his college girlfriend, and hadn’t gotten laid in three weeks. He almost never masturbated, and his balls were telling him he was overdue.

“I don’t have a condom – they don’t make them big enough.” Dee said.

Jill’s pussy gushed with anticipation. “Tell me you’re clean. No diseases, right? You’re a good fireman?”

“I’m clean, little lady.” Dee answered, placing his large hands on her waist as he bent down to kiss Jill on the lips.

Jill opened her mouth, inviting his large tongue as she guided one of his hands to her pussy. Dee gently pinched her clit before sliding a finger inside her.

“You sho’ are wet, little lady.” Dee said between kisses.

“You’re making me wetter.” Jill confided.

Even Iris was getting turned on watching her brother finger this skinny white girl.

Jill reached down and felt the outline of Dee’s swollen cock through his pants.

“It’ll get bigger.” Dee said as he slid a second large finger inside Jill’s pussy. His thumb gently rubbed her clit as his fingers pressed up, rubbing in time with his thumb.

Her orgasm took her by surprise.

Jill came hard, soaking Dee’s hand as her legs went limp. Dee reached back and held her up, cupping an entire ass cheek in his hand. His large forefinger brushed against her anus.

Jill barely caught her breath before she bent over, trying to figure out how to undo Dee’s belt.

“You don’t have to do that, little lady.” Dee said.

“I want to.” Jill said, kissing him as she struggled with his belt.

“Dat bitch in heat,” Iris said, watching the little monitor under the counter.

The pay-per-view patrons in the other video booths likely thought the same.

Iris could hear the tokens cascading into the coin slots of the video machines and smiled.

Dee pushed Jill back while he undid his belt. He opening his fly and lowered his pants, never taking his eyes off of her. She looked whiter than she actually was with her red hair, soft overhead blue-white light, deep-red painted finger and toenails, and black high-heeled sandals.

When Dee lowered his silk boxers, Jill gasped. His flaccid tool resembled two soda cans in a black sock. Only the head of his shaft looked normal and familiar, being only slightly larger than her husbands.

Jill’s heels clicked as she carefully approached Dee. She wasn’t sure what she was going to do next. She had just wanted to see his manhood.

Now that she had seen it, she wanted to touch it.

She kissed Dee with an open mouth, which he quickly filled with his tongue. Jill reached down, trying to hold his thickening shaft with ataköy escort one hand. She was surprised by it’s weight.

Dee cupped one of Jill’s breasts, pinching her nipple harder than she thought he would.

“It’s not for show.” Dee said as Jill rubbed herself on his clothing.

“What’s not for sure?” Jill asked, panting.

“I mean it’s not for looks. When I take it out, it’s to use it.” Dee looked down at his half-erect shaft.

Jill could barely put her hand around it. As it swelled, her thumb and forefinger were separated by at least two inches.

Jill squatted in front of Dee and lifted his large dick to her lips. She licked the shaft, and even spit on it a few times as she had seen in the movie she was just watching. Her mouth would only open so wide, though.

“I want to make you come. I really do. But I can’t get it in my mouth.” Jill panted, trying her best to stroke his larger-than-life black cock.

“Then get it in your pussy.” Dee said, less friendly. He sat down in the chair, his wet tool bobbing up slightly.

Jill’s clit throbbed as she thought about Dee’s manhood filling her like no man had ever done before.

Dee handed her another roll of tokens and she put all of them into the machine.

When she turned around, Dee had taken off his shirt.

He had a few tattoos, but what she really noticed were his muscles. His chest was big, his arms were big, and his waist was a rippled mess of muscle.

She could see eyes peering at her from the adjacent video booths.

She turned her back to Dee and stepped backwards, straddling his lap.

Jill bent over, reached down, and guided the head of his large cock to her pussy. She grunted and exhaled but was wet enough to fit half his length inside her. She leaned back against his massive chest and placed one of his hands on her breasts and the other on her clit. Jill then attempted to lower herself on him further.

Jill watched as the tanned blonde in the video was doing the same thing to the old black man, except she had her feet on the man’s knees.

Jill carefully kicked off each sandal and placed each foot on Dee’s large legs. This allowed another two inches inside her, and she fucked herself harder.

“My poor husband. This black dick is three times the size of his.” Jill thought to herself, but only for a second. The thought went away as she felt the first wave of another orgasm overtake her.

She bucked hard against Dee and drenched his balls.

Iris manipulated the joystick so the little security camera could focus on Jill’s pretty feet, shapely legs, flat stomach, and hairless pussy. Iris paused for a moment on Jill’s large clit, but became confused when Jill suddenly stood up. Everything went out of focus.

“What the hell she doin’ now?” Iris said to herself, not realizing she had been squeezing one of her own nipples.

Jill stood up, making sloshing sounds when her feet hit the floor as well as when Dee’s hard dick popped out of her stretched pussy.

“I ain’t finished, yet, little lady.” Dee said, proud of the fully erect black statue on his lap.

Jill turned to face him. She bent over and licked her juices from his shaft, down to his balls. She licked under his scrotum, around his legs, and then up to his chest. Jill sucked on his nipples, then his neck and finally his mouth.

She dug her knees under his armpits, while come and water dripped from her toes.

Jill fed him her breasts, and then eased her soaked pussy onto his erect shaft. There was no need to hold his slick cock as he penetrated her. The head easily found her stretched opening. She lowered herself further and when she had about half his length inside her, began rocking her hips fore and aft.

“Is this better?” whispered in Dee’s ear.

Dee reached down and took each of Jill’s ass cheeks in his hands and squeezed hard. Jill winced in pain as the shock of it allowed another two inches of his cock inside her.

“You tell me.” Dee whispered back.

Jill teetered between pain and pleasure as she continued to rock her hips back and forth. As she arched her back, her clit made full contact on the top of his shaft.

Jill panted, then whimpered as she could feel herself on the brink of another orgasm. Dee was barely breaking a sweat.

“You’re gonna fuck me all night, aren’t you?” Jill gasped.

“I’d say you’re doin’ all the fuckin’ little lady,” Dee smiled and kissed her.

He put a middle finger in Jill’s mouth, and Jill sucked on it as best she could between breaths. Her back and chest were drenched with sweat, and her hair was matted on her forehead and neck.

Dee reached down and spread Jill’s ass cheeks.

Moans filled the room as a few of the occupants in the other video booths reached orgasm.

Jill was expecting another painful squeeze followed by Dee’s massive dick splitting her in two.

Instead, she was introduced to his wet middle finger penetrating her asshole.

Jill came instantly, but not without yelling, “Fuck! Yes! Fuck!” at least a dozen times.

Her pussy tightened around Dee’s shaft but her anus remained inviting as he continued to finger her butthole.

Dee’s load was substantial. Come instantly oozed from Jill’s pussy around his cock.

Iris’ camera zoomed in on Dee’s finger still inside Jill’s asshole.

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I could hardly explain the look of awe on Stretch’s face when she finally opened up the envelope to see the thick pile was of hundred dollar bills. She held back enough money to pay for a sexy fitness posing outfit that she had been eyeing and the balance she gave to her roommates as an advance for her rent.

To call the next week rewarding would be a huge understatement. I followed all of Jacques’s instructions but he was wrong about one thing. After selling my position Thursday afternoon my portfolio was valued at $225,154.35. Once I returned the $50,000 to Jacques I would be left with over $175,000!

Phoning the broker, “Hey this is Jay; can you forward back $55,000 to my account and reinvest the balance in some conservative growth portfolio appropriate for a student?”

“I think that would be a good idea. Normally I don’t handle portfolios less than $10 million, but because you are obviously a friend of Jacques it would be my pleasure.”

They was no way I could explain to my parents how I ended up with $175,000 in my bank, so I thought this would be a good plan and maybe my first step into learning about stock market investing.

I forwarded the $50,000 back to Jacques along with an effusive note of gratitude. I kept $5,000 to pay for some expenses and the balance to enjoy with Stretch.

About a week later I was hanging out at Stretch’s apartment when there was an Amazon delivery. Stretch came back into the room holding a small box and a huge smile on her face.

“Don’t go anywhere; I have a surprise for you guys.”

Little John, Bear and I chattered, wondering what the surprise would be. It seemed like a long time before we heard Stretch’s door open.

“Here I come” was her excited voice as she danced into the room with her new competition fitness outfit. It was comprised of three small triangles and a series of attached strings. “I entered my first competition coming up in about a month. So what do you guys think?”

Little John was the first to speak. “If I wasn’t gay I would marry you right here and now” he said with a chuckle.

Bear continued “If I was your parent I would hate it and tell you to put some clothes on, but as your trainer and friend you look fucking hot. I see a gold medal in your future.”

“And you my boyfriend…?”

“If I had a choice I wouldn’t want to share this image with anyone and keep you all to myself, but being an unselfish boyfriend and respecting you, I can only say HOLY FUCK… you look totally awesome!”

“I will take that as 3 thumbs up!” as she pranced around the room wiggling her cute little ass and giving us each a friendly kiss.

The day of the competition finally arrived and Juice and I made sure we arrived early to get seats close to the front. Stretch went through a side door to join the other competitors behind the stage.

As Stretch entered the backstage area, it was large with both guys and girls pumping up their muscles and doing preliminary stretching. She felt like an outsider as she saw various larger and smaller groups talking and laughing together. Surely they had competed together before.

Stretch found a corner and started her stretching and warm up. She did a few high kicks, various split positions and did snippets of her routine. She could feel various eyes watching her and she got ready to perform.

One of the girls approached her.

“You look new here.”

“Yes, my first competition and I am a little nervous. My name is Suzie but my friends call me Stretch.”

“Nice to meet you Stretch. My name is Kate but my friends call me … Kate” she said with a chuckle in her voice.

Kate was a several years older, shorter than Stretch and broader at the shoulders and arms. She had a warm smile and Stretch immediately thought they could become friends.

“I was watching you stretch and you look like you really have talent. But talent only goes so far in this competition.”

“I am not sure what you mean.”

Kate looking over her shoulder, “You see the girl in the blue outfit; she is the winner for today.”

“How can you know that? We haven’t started yet.”

Kate continued. “There are three judges but Jimmy the Greek controls the way they vote. Jimmy has pre-auditions before the competition and from there he selects the winner.”

“I am not sure I understand.”

“You are new, so let me be clearer. In the fitness world, there is a lot of money to be made for the top people. There are endorsements, photo shoots, modeling opportunities. But to be successful you have to make escort bakırköy it to the National levels and to get there you have to medal in shitty competitions like this one. So girls will do whatever it takes to medal so they can compete in the Nationals. To medal you need to please Jimmy the Greek and thus we have the pre-auditions. Do you now understand?”

“That is wrong, but I think I understand. Have you ever done pre-auditions?”

“Hell no, I just do this for the sport. After giving birth I was carrying an extra 30 pounds. I started to train and I loved it. I dropped thirty pounds of fat and then added 10 pounds of muscles. There are a group of girls that just enjoy being here and don’t need a medal to know they are being successful. Anyway I wish you good luck.”

“Good luck to you as well.”

Stretch had butterflies while waiting for her group to perform. Fortunately she was in a lighter weight category so she was early in the program.

Juice and I waited nervously as they motioned Stretch’s category to start performing. We watched three women do their routine before it was Stretch’s turn.

Stretch walked onto the stage with the lightness of air. Her smile lit up the room as she took her first position and nodded her head to start her music. Her performance was the best I have ever seen. Besides her off the chart flexibility, her balance was rock solid, her strength ever present but it was her joyful personality that showed throughout the routine that seemed to have an impact on the audience. At the conclusion there was loud clapping throughout the room, mostly led by Juice and myself.

We sat through the other contestants, but none could match Stretch’s flow and difficulty of program. It was medal time and they began the announcement of Bronze medal, not Stretch, Silver metal, not Stretch. Could it be that Stretch was going to win a gold medal at her first competition? Her routine was clearly the best one.

“And the winner of the Gold medal is… Mary Lee Jones.”

Juice and I looked at each other in amazement. Besides Stretch there were two girls better than Mary Lee Jones!

Going backstage, pleased with her performance, Stretch was disappointed that she did not receive a medal and as Kate had indicated beforehand, Mary Lee Jones was the winner.

Stretch finally joined us at the end of the competition. We both profusely complimented Stretch on her routine and gave our opinions that she should have taken the gold.

Stretch kissed us both for our support. “I think I know what I need to do to get gold.”

Juice looked at her as if she was reading her mind. “Stretch, don’t do it.”

The next competition was three months away and Stretch continued to train hard, now focusing more on increasing her bulk but not losing her femininity.

Stretch found Jimmy the Greek’s phone number, which was not difficult to find. Jimmy was a former power lifter and now went to various gyms selling steroids, EPO, other performance enhancers along with any other street drugs that one might be looking for.

Stretch, with her heart pounding out of her chest, dialed Jimmy’s number.

“Hello, is this Jimmy? I am Suzie from the previous competition. I was wondering if I could arrange a pre-audition.”

“Yeah I remember you. You were the skinny flexible one. Do you understand what a pre-audition is?”

Not excited by the skinny part of his memory, she was now five pounds heavier than at her previous competition. “Yes I understand”

“OK, meet me at my loft Friday at 8 PM. Do you know where I live?”

“Yes I do, will see you then.”

She had made the phone call she had been thinking about almost every night for the past few weeks. She wanted to win. She had the talent to win. She just needed to play the game. Her heart still pounded several minutes after hanging up. She did what she needed to do, but she could not share this information with Jay or her roommates.

At precisely 8 o’clock Suzie knocked on Jimmy’s door. Jimmy was dressed in a bathrobe as if he had just come from a shower. “Please come in”

Suzie entered the loft. It was spacious with no inner walls. The concept was completely open with the kitchen and dining area one step up. The living area and the bedroom comprised the main floor space. It was nicely decorated with expensive items that showed some class and wealth. There were medals and pictures on the walls showing him in his glory days as a professional power lifter.

Jimmy handed Suzie a paper and pen. “Please şirinevler escort read and sign this.”

“What is this?”

“It is a paper that states that you came here voluntarily and if any sex acts were performed that all was consensual. In this “Me To” world I don’t want to get thrown into court 10 years down the road saying that I raped or drugged you. It is something my lawyer drafted.”

“And if I don’t sign it?”

“Then get the fuck out. I have other girls who would gladly trade places with you.”

Suzie pretended to read the agreement, but she was so nervous the words were a blur. She picked up the pen and signed it, handing both the pen and the document back to Jimmy who deposited it into a box and closed the cover.

“Now let’s get down to business” as he grabbed Suzie’s breasts. “I would have opted for D cups myself, but I am a breast man” he said laughingly. At that point he slapped Suzie’s face, a hard and unexpected jolt.

“Hey what did you do that for?” Suzie said holding her reddening cheek.

“Because, I can” Jimmy replied with a sinister grin. “You gave me a “get out of jail free card” so I can do whatever pleases me.”

“I think I should go.”

“So go” he said pointing at the door.

Suzie’s feet were stuck as if glued to the floor. She had come so far that she had trouble leaving now. In an hour or two it would be all over.

A minute passed before Jimmy spoke, “I thought so,” acknowledging that she hadn’t moved. “Strip off those clothes so I can see all of you.”

Suzie threw her clothes to the side. She was fully comfortable with being nude yet looking at Jimmy sitting in a chair, watching her with his legs spread open, his robe falling to each side and his cock clearly visible made her feel cheap and uneasy.

“Open your legs and masturbate for me” Jimmy ordered as he starting touching his own cock.

Suzie felt compelled to follow his instructions. She wet her fingers and started to rub her vagina and clit. Normally this would have brought pleasure to her but tonight she would resist any moments of self-pleasure. Suzie watched Jimmy’s eyes watching her moving fingers, as Jimmy’s cock become alive. It was not very long by appeared thick and heavy. Suzie pretended to enjoy herself, closing her eyes and moaning with fake pleasure. The quicker she could get him to cum, the faster she could leave. Just before she was about to give a fake orgasm, he told her to stop.

“Get me two beers from the fridge… and move that ass fast.”

Suzie raced to the fridge and found a six pack and grabbed two. Her throat was dry and a beer would help her get through tonight.

Handing one to Jimmy she watched him pop the can and take a long guzzle. Suzie was about to open hers when Jimmy said, “Stop, who told you to open it.”

“I just thought…”

“No one told you to think. Open your legs, place the can right against that cute little pussy and close your legs. Don’t make me say it a second time.”

Suzie followed his command and placed the cold beer right up against the pussy lips that she had just finished playing with. The beer felt painfully cold and with each second the pain worsened. Suzie looked on while Jimmy continued to edge his cock, enjoy his beer and enjoy the discomfort he was causing her. Suzie tried to stand still but the cold was too intense. Finally after what seemed like 10 minutes but in reality was two minutes or so, Jimmy stood up leaving his bathrobe on the chair and took the beer from between her legs. He took the can gave it a couple of shakes before opening it and allowing it to explode all over her naked body. The splash of the cold bubbly beer gave her goosebumps but at least it was no longer between her legs.

Eagerly Jimmy used his tongue to lap up as much of the beer from Suzie’s naked body before it could reach the floor.

“That’s the way I like it uh ha, uh ha, that’s they was I like it” Jimmy began singing and dancing after he lapped up as much as he could. “Now for your pre-audition, do a handstand for me.”

Surprised by his request Suzie bent over to a perfectly controlled handstand.

“Now spread your legs.”

Suzie easily opened them to 180 degrees. Suzie now felt his hands on her waist as he effortlessly lifted her up so her pussy was directly in front of his face and her mouth at his cock.

“Place your knees on my shoulders for support and give me a blow job.”

Meanwhile, Jimmy was enjoying the fresh cold refreshing taste of Suzie’s cunt. As much as Suzie escort ataköy hated being upside down, she did enjoy the blood returning back to her frozen clit. But as the heat grew so did the pain. It was almost as intense as the cold until the temperature began to normalize. Jimmy had no trouble holding her in this position as she started her oral skills. Again her goal was to make him cum as quickly as possible. Although upside down she was still able to use her hands and her mouth to stroke and suck his cock. She began to feel his hips start to move, a good sign that the end would be soon. But then he stopped and literally tossed her on the nearby bed.

Another opportunity lost thought Suzie as her body bounced against the mattress. This guy is a real bastard if I ever met one, were Suzie’s thoughts.

“So how is our pre-audition going?” as Jimmy asked a rhetorical question. “I know you have been trying to get me off, but I am wise to your plan and for being deceitful you must be punished. Lean your arms against the bed, spread your legs and present your ass.”

Dutifully following his instructions, Suzie waited for what would come next. She didn’t need to wait too long before she felt the palm of his hand slap against her ass; first the left cheek, then the right one. Back and forth each blow a little harder. Each blow hurting and stinging a little more. After about 15 blows she felt her knees buckle in response to the pain. Her humiliation seemed to be his aphrodisiac. She wanted to cry out but would not give him the satisfaction of hearing her beg for mercy.

“Be strong my little slut, the grand finale is almost here” Jimmy said as he walked over to a night table and pulled out a tube of gel. “Doggie position at the end of the bed. Now!”

Suzie moved her knees to the edge of the bed and watched as Jimmy squeezed some lube onto his fingers. Without any hint of grace or respect Jimmy ran his lubed fingers from her pussy to the star of her ass. Repeating this several times but with each repetition he would probe deeper into Suzie’s pussy and ass. Suzie’s ass was still a virgin. She had thought about anal sex several times but the thought was never that appealing, but now she felt stranger’s fingers exploring her from behind. Suzie was fine with it until a second finger joined the first one and stretched her ass more open than ever before

“You are taking this like a champ” Jimmy said as if this was the type of encouragement Suzie needed. With one hand on her waist Jimmy guided his cock into Suzie’s well lubed cunt. Even with all the lube Suzie could still feel the tightness of his thick cock against her virginal walls. If this was the worst, Suzie could handle it. Now with both hands on her waist, Jimmy began to pound his cock in and out. Suzie pushed against him again hoping that he would cum quickly. But as they synced their rhythm, Jimmy pulled out. Suzie then felt the pushing against her tiny ass hole. Suzie could barely muffle her scream as he pushed strongly inside her with little concern about her wellbeing. Even with all the lube it was a painful experience to be stretched beyond ones normal capacity.

Suzie felt like a fuck doll. She was there to be used and abused without consideration of her needs and wants. She was his whore. She signed a deal with the devil and he was taking his share of the deal.

Jimmy continued to pound at her ass. He obviously was enjoying the tightness of her well-toned muscles. He again pulled out of her ass, back into her cunt, back to her ass and again and again. When will this fucker ever finish, Suzie wondered as she was feeling his fingers leaving permanent impressions into her flesh.

“We are almost there sweetheart” as Jimmy now increased his speed. He was snorting and grunting like a wild animal as Suzie could feel droplets of spittle landing on her back. “Hold on baby, this is it. This is fucking ITTTTTT” as Jimmy pressed his cock deep inside her ass planting his seed to the utmost depth of her ass. Suzie could feel the squish of liquid that now lined her inner walls. At last the deed was done as Jimmy rolled over and lay on the bed catching his breathe.

After a minute of recovery Jimmy spoke up. “Get a warm washcloth from the bathroom and clean my cock.”

Suzie was only too glad to oblige thankful that she didn’t need to clean it with her mouth.

Once the cleaning ritual was done Jimmy again spoke up. “Go get dressed and let yourself out, I need to sleep. See you at the competition tomorrow… Champ!”

Hearing the word champ should have made her happy, but it didn’t. She felt like a cheat and a whore. At least the prostitutes on the street understood the rules of the game. At this moment Suzie felt lower than low. As she left she could feel some cum oozing from her pummeled ass. She hoped the pain she was experiencing would abate before the meet tomorrow.

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“Hey Jack! Come over here, there’s someone here I think you’d like to meet.” Greg called to his friend.

Jack looked up and found Greg. He was standing at the keg, and standing next to him was the brunette from the office.

She was about 5’5″, had brown hair, devastatingly beautiful blue eyes, a smile that would make a man of stone turn to jelly, perfect breasts – slightly over a handful each, Jack has once estimated – and a flat athletic belly above an ass and legs in perfect proportion to her chest. In short, she was a living goddess if there was one. She was wearing a back-less white top that tied behind her neck and around her waist, a black pleated skirt that was short enough to show off her athletic legs, yet long enough to be considered acceptable at a public, corporate function. She was on the set-up committee for this function and she still managed to look incredible.

Jack could feel his face getting red. He’d made the mistake of letting Greg know that he’d wanted to meet her for a long time. He brushed back his bangs nervously as he arrived at the keg.

“Hi, I’m Jack. I work in the warehouse.” he said, extending his hand to the brunette.

The brunette grasped it in a surprisingly firm handshake. “Hi, I’m Joy, from Accounts Payable. It’s nice to meet you, Jack. You drive the big forklift, right?” she asked. Her voice was just as breathtaking as her looks were. A singer’s voice, he guessed, probably capable of both soprano and alto range.

“Yeah, that’s right. We call it ‘Godzilla’, the middle one is ‘King Kong’ and the little one is ‘The Baby’.” Jack said.

“Oh, that is cute. I suppose it’s more fun to use names than to say, ‘You take the big one.’ huh?” Joy said, genuinely interested.

“That was the idea. You should see the looks I get from the truckers when I say something like, ‘O.K. I’ll just go get Godzilla and we’ll bring that right out to you.'” Jack said. He was beginning to loosen up a little now. She laughed. She had a beautiful laugh, too. “The trucker will come back with, ‘You’ll do what with who?’ or something similar. It’s almost comic sometimes.” Jack said. “Next up is Joy. She’ll be doing ‘What a Feeling’ by Irene Cara.” came over the loudspeaker.

“Oh, that’s me. Will you hold this for me, Jack? I’ll be right back. Thanks.” Joy asked as she handed him her beer.

He watched her go to the stage and step up to the microphone. It was immediately obvious that she was a karaoke veteran. He watched silently for a few moments as her song cued up on the monitor. He noticed that she didn’t need the monitor. Greg tapped him on the shoulder.

“Earth to Jack. Dude, where the hell did you go just now?” Greg asked, smirking knowingly.

“Man, I think I’m in love. Please tell me she’s single. I’ve never seen any rings on her hands.” Jack said to Greg.

“Well, I can tell you that she isn’t married. Available, I don’t know but I’m pretty sure that she is indeed.” Greg answered.

Just as Jack was about to speak, Joy started to sing. He found that his estimation of her range was pretty close.

“God Greg, would you listen to that? Is that not the voice of an angel? The girl is good!” Jack exclaimed. They listened to the rest of the song in silence. Occasionally Joy would look over their way and make eye contact with Jack and smile. He could feel it in his gut every time she did.

The crowd cheered and chanted as Joy made her way back to them at the end of the song. She took her beer from Jack and got up on her tiptoes next to his ear. He thought she was going to say something, but she just kissed his cheek. His knees nearly buckled, but he managed to stay on his feet. “What was that for?” Jack asked her.

“I believe you asked Greg, ‘Is that not the voice of an angel?’ I take that as a compliment. That was a thank you kiss.” Joy explained, her smile beaming.

“You were on stage, 30 feet away. How did…” Jack asked.

“I think I’ll take this as my cue to leave. Late dude.” Greg said and departed before Jack, who was still wrestling with is question, could respond.

“Bye Greg. See you tomorrow.” Joy said to Greg. She turned back to Jack; “I can read lips. It comes in pretty handy with office gossip,” she said, looking him in the eye as she took a sip of her beer.

“Office gossip, huh? So I suppose you’re aware…” Jack said. He was starting to grow uncomfortable again.

“That you’ve been asking about me? Yes, I am. I’ve known for quite awhile, actually. I just haven’t been free to explore my options until recently. Don’t be embarrassed, please.” She said, placing her hand on his thigh. She continued, “I would have said something to you sooner, but I’ve been dating someone for two years. Last month he told me that he was being transferred to a station in Iceland. It was short notice, long term, and unaccompanied. We decided it would probably be better just to break things off. I’ve been trying to get used to being single since then, and I think I’m finally getting it down. Anyway, bakırköy escort bayan I was flattered when I found out about you, but I didn’t know how to approach you. So I decided to ask Greg to help. He didn’t even answer me; he just turned around and called you over. I think I’m glad he did. Do you want another beer?” Joy asked, taking his empty beer glass from him before he answered.

They spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know each other. They ended up being two of the last three people to leave. “Jack, I think I have a problem here.” Joy said with a strange look on her face.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked.

“I think,” Joy said as she tried to stand up, “No, I know I’m too drunk to drive. I can’t even stand up for Christ’s sake. How did you get here?” she asked. “I rode my bike.” he said.

“You rode a bike to the corporate 4th of July bash?” she asked. Her drunkenness was becoming more pronounced.

“Well, not just a bike. It’s a Honda CBR 900.” Jack said.

“Oh, so you rode a rocket to the corporate 4th of July bash, how appropriate. Well, then I guess we’ll just have to take my car. Are you O.K. to drive?” she asked as she took the keys out of her purse.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I think you drank about two beers to my one overall today. I’m actually kind of impressed.” He said, taking the keys from her. He couldn’t help noticing that they were on a Corvette key chain. “Which car is yours?” he asked. There were two cars and his Honda left in the parking lot.

“That one.” she said pointing to the one on the left. It was a royal blue Corvette convertible. “Have fun, just don’t hurt the car or us.” she said, then she kissed him on the cheek again.

He put her in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt, then got in the driver’s seat. “Are you going to be able to give me directions?” he asked.

“Why don’t you just drive for awhile? It’s still early. We’ll drive around until I’m a little more sober, then we’ll go watch the fireworks. I get a great view from my roof.” she said then settled back into the seat.

They drove up and down the coastal highway for a couple of hours. Then they cruised around the city for another hour. Joy eventually sobered up after a meal and some coffee. It was starting to get dark, when Joy suddenly reached down and turned the radio off.

“Head back out onto the highway. I want to take you someplace I like to go.” she said.

After cruising north for about half an hour, she told him to take an exit.

“This road leads to an abandoned air field. My friends and I used to go out there all the time during the summer and have drag races. The road is straight as an arrow for 25 miles. Are you up for a little off-the-wall fun?” she asked, placing her hand on his thigh again.

“Sure. I think it’s a safe bet that we’ve missed the fireworks. Why not?” Jack said, placing his hand on Joy’s.

“O.K. I have this fantasy where I put the top down, put the hammer down and take this car to its limit. Do you want the honor? I freak out at 120 mph and I know this car isn’t even working at that speed. I want to see what it’s got. Can you do it?” She asked with a gleam in her eye.

“Absolutely. I’ve taken my bike up to 140. Past that, I’m a virgin, but I’m a willing virgin. Let’s do it.” Jack said.

“Great!” Joy said as she hit the button that brought the top of the convertible down. Then, as they passed 100 mph, she gripped his thigh and yelled over the roar of the wind, “I’ll tell you what. For every 10 mph that you do over 120, I will take off one article of clothing. That means if you can make my car do 150, you see me nude! Sound fun? Look, I’ll even throw in my sandals at 120” she said, gripping his thigh tighter as they hit 120.

“Sounds like a wet dram!” Jack yelled over the roar of the wind.

“Good. Call out the marks.” Joy yelled back.

“O.K. We’re already at 120 and climbing.” Answered Jack.

Joy took her sandals off and tossed them out of the car, laughing at the expression on his face.

“What did you do that for?” Jack asked as he began to slow down.

“Don’t worry, this is part of the fantasy. Besides, I have clothes in the trunk. Let’s go!!” Joy ordered.

“You got it.” Jack said as he hit the gas again and the car shot forward. “That’s 130!” he called out.

Joy sat forward and turned her back to him. She lifted her hair off of her neck and yelled back to him, “would you be willing to pull a couple of strings for me?” Jack reached over and pulled the top string first, then the bottom one. Joy then turned to face him.

“Are you ready?” she asked Jack. As Jack nodded his head, she grasped the bottom of the shirt and threw it straight up into the wind. She was the most beautiful thing Jack had ever seen. Her hair was blowing in the wind, her nipples were standing tall, and she was laughing heartily at the thrill. She took his hand in hers and caressed one nipple, then the other one. She closed escort esenyurt her eyes and chewed on her bottom lip as she leaned into his hand. Then her hair began to blow around into her face.

“Where’s my purse?” she asked over the wind.

“On the floor in front of you.” Jack answered.

“I should have known.” Joy said. She reached down and came up with a tie back for her hair. She was putting her hair in a ponytail when they hit the next mark.

“We just passed 140!” Jack called out. “Isn’t this great?” Joy yelled as she got up and knelt on her seat with her ass toward Jack. “Can you give me a hand with this zipper?” she yelled back over her shoulder. Jack reached over and unzipped the skirt.

Joy turned on her seat and faced forward again. She lifted her ass of the seat and slipped the skirt down to the floor. She handed the skirt to Jack and yelled, “Your turn!”

Jack looked at her, smiled and tossed the skirt straight up. It disappeared instantly.

“Do you like them?” Joy asked. She slid her seat back a few inches and stretched out, modeling her underwear for him. Her panties were black silk string bikinis with a white lace border that tied at the hips. He ran his hand up Joy’s thigh, brushing over her panties. She spread her legs slightly and placed her hand on his, gently pressing his hand onto her sex.

“Very sexy! By the way, we are now in my virginal territory. We just hit 155!” He answered, caressing her panties.

“Do you think you can handle this machine one-handed?” Joy asked with a sly look on her face.

“Probably. We’re coming up on 160 incidentally.” Jack said.

“Well, I’ll tell you what.” Joy said, placing her hand on Jack’s crotch and massaging his cock through his jeans. “You let me know when we hit 170 and I’ll do more than show you my body. How does that sound?” Joy asked. She unzipped Jacks’ jeans and pulled his cock out of his boxers. “How fast are we going?” She asked as she turned toward Jack, continuing to stroke his cock.

“168, 169….” Jack called out.

Joy then bent over and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked down as much as she could get, working her tongue back and forth over the head. Jack gasped at the sudden sensation and briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he looked at the speedometer.

“Look!! 175! We’re doing 175 mph!” Jack called out. He looked down at Joy. She released his cock and looked at the speedometer.

She was ecstatic. She sat up quickly and kneeled on her seat, facing him. “O.K. Stud! Drop the hammer and give me a hand with these strings.” she yelled as she grabbed one of the strings on her panties. “Ready? On three, one, two, three!”

They tugged at the strings and he pushed the pedal to the floor.

The engine roared and the car shot forward with a vengeance causing Joy to fall onto the back of her seat. Her breasts bounced around. The panties were still between her legs. She took his hand and placed it on her pussy once more.

“Why don’t you throw these out, then we can get down to business.” She yelled as she spread her legs to release the panties.

Jack grasped them, allowing a finger to slip between the bald, wet lips of her pussy. Joy gasped and bit her lip. She watched as Jack brought the panties to his face and inhaled her scent before tossing them to the wind. She bent over once more and resumed sucking his cock. Jack read down past her head and eased the seat back as far as it would go. He took his foot of the gas and started slowing down. As they slowed, he reached cross and began massaging Joy’s ass. She responded by rotating her body slightly and offering him her pussy. Hi massaged her lips and clit as she spread her legs as wide as the car would let her.

As soon as the car came to a stop, Joy released his cock and moved up to his face as she moved onto his lap. They kissed deeply and passionately. Jack opened the door and turned. She straddled his cock and hung on tight as he stood. Burying his cock to the hilt in her hot, wet pussy. She moaned in pleasure as he carried her to the hood of the car, which was still warm from the heat from the engine. She lay back onto the hood, and he followed her down.

He started at her earlobe and began kissing his way down her body. He paused at her neck, feeling the reaction in her body. The he continued his way down. He paused again at her nipples, each one causing a reaction in her body. She urged him to continue on, replacing his mouth with her own hands on her nipples, rolling, pinching, and pulling. By the time Jack had made his way down to the tiny of hair above Joy’s clitoris, she was nearly vibrating with desire. He took her clit between his teeth and teased it with his tongue.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed. She released a nipple and held his head in place with one hand, clamping her legs together behind his head. He reached up and helped her with her breasts, pinching, rolling and gently pulling on her nipples. She took ataköy escort bayan one of his hands in her hand and added pressure. His took the hint. It seemed the harder he pinched and pulled, the hornier she got. He had both of her nipples stretched tight and rolled them between his fingers as he increased pressure on her clit.

Joy’s breathing got ragged, she thrust her hips at his face, driving her clit into Chuck’s mouth. He grasped the nub of flesh gently between his teeth and flicked at it as hard and fast as he could. She screamed and her hips repeatedly rocked up and down against his face. She clamped down tighter on his head with her legs and brought both of her hands up to join his on her nipples and they squeezed together. Her hips bucked harder and harder against his face. He stayed in place until her legs released him as she relaxed on the hood of her car. After a few moments, Jack looked up at Joy and noticed that she had goosebumps on her breasts.

“It’s starting to cool off our here. You said you have some clothes in the trunk?” He asked her.

“Mmmhmmm. They’re in the leather gym bag on the left. Actually, it should be the only thing in the trunk.” Joy answered softly. She was still playing with her pussy and massaging a breast. Jack just stood there and watched her. Amazed that she could be so comfortable around him so soon after meeting him.

“What? Is something wrong? Am I grossing you out? I’m sorry, sometimes I just don’t know when to quit when it comes to sex.” Joy said and started to sit up.

“Oh please, don’t stop on my account. In fact, my biggest turn-on is watching a woman play with herself when she thinks she’s alone. I’ve fantasized about something like this for a very long time. You feel free to do anything you want.” Jack said, moving closer and taking her face in his hands as he spoke. Then he kissed her, tenderly. She kissed him back.

“You really are too good to be true.” Joy said softly, looking him in the eye.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked. She spread her legs and pulled him closer and hugged him tight. When they parted, she explained.

“That guy I told you about earlier tonight. He was a beautiful man all around. He had an incredible body; he was strong, tough, smart, protective, and a good cook. He even cleaned house. He had a solid career. He paid for half of the car – and that was pocket change for him. He has it made in the shade already, and he still has another 10 years before he can retire from the military.”

“There was just one problem. This perfect man of mine was one of the biggest prudes I’ve ever met. In the two years we were together, he made love to me a total of six times. He didn’t let me see him naked; except for the time that I thought I’d surprise him and join him in the shower. He jumped out and had a towel wrapped around him so fast I didn’t get a chance to see anything, much less wash his back. Man was he pissed. He walked out and didn’t call me for two weeks. I would try to wear something sexy to bed, or crawl into bed naked and he’d look away or tell me to go get something ‘decent’ on. It started to give me a complex. Then I asked him about it. He got all religious and weird on me, saying that the flesh is sin, God punishes all, etc. I realized that night that I’d found myself a sugar daddy, and an easy one at that. All I had to do was attend a few functions with him – after which I would get laid – and basically be there when he needed me. It was an easy ride, not very satisfying, but easy. Now, thanks to his wallet, I have the education and credentials to write my own ticket wherever I choose to work.

“Now you’ve come along. I think I’m being rewarded for being such a good little girl for the past two years. I’ve only known you personally for a few hours, but it feels right. Granted, I’m still probably drunk and God knows I’m still incredibly horny. This feels different, though. You are the first man I’ve ever been with who has just listened patiently.” Joy said seriously.

“Aw shucks.” Jack said, grinning and leaning back slightly. Joy pulled him back toward her.

“No, I’m serious, look at us and think about it. I’m sitting on the hood of a very nice car, naked, and so horny that juice is dripping out of my pussy. You’re standing between my legs with your cock out of your pants, and a beautiful cock it is by the way,” she said, smiling and looking him in the eyes. Then she continued. “Yet you’re not even grabbing my tits or pulling my hips closer to you. You’re standing there listening patiently and carefully while I talk about my ex-boyfriend. Any other guy on this planet, with the exception of Captain Strange, would be all over me. That says a lot about you, whether you realize it or not.” Joy said, growing serious again. “I think I like what it says, too.” She said softly. She kissed him tenderly and passionately, then she hugged him tight. “Oh you feel good. Nice and warm, where are those clothes?” She asked.

“Coming right up,” Jack said. He released her and put his cock back in his pants, then headed for the trunk. He opened it and chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Joy asked from the hood of the car.

“Houston, we might have problem here,” Jack said laughing.

“Copy that, Stallion. What kind of problem would that be? Over.” Joy asked, laughing too.

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Julie’s fingers would slide across the cold stone surface, sending a chill up her arm. A coy smile would crease across her porcelain face. She thought the man had good taste, despite his over masculine portrayal. He knew what a lady would enjoy. She bent over to peer into the mirror, reflecting her smooth skin on her face. Julie would dab over her nose with the pressed powder that lay on the counter humming softly, nearly impatient waiting for the man’s return.

Julie would dwaddle for a solid hour, letting the satin robe envelope her form as she paced the floor. Alternating between the pacing and sitting on the soft downy covers on the bed tapping her hand against the bed post staring at the heavy wooden door that was slightly ajar. As her eyes would grow heavy, fatigued by the earlier steamy session, and the fire wrapping warmth around her near bare body, she would sense a large figure hovering over her now supine body. A heavy hand would drape loose stands of hair behind the ear.

A soft moan would escape from Julie’s pursed lips taking in the oak-smokey smell the man exuded in her presence. Her body would relax further, his arms wrapping around her waist, hoisting her higher into the bed, his body now bare of his silken robe, the only clothing donned would be his boxers. The down comforter pressed down around her head as his weight would now over tower hers. His hips pressed against hers. His lips would press against her smooth neck, Julie’s eyes would open, her fingers draping across his upper back, encouraging the affection.

His hands would deftly undo the satin robe exposing the skin and flesh to the warm air. Julie’s body would immediately react lifting her hips to his, her hands lifting and pushing the boxers down across his chiseled thighs, freeing his manhood. His erect veined cock would hang near horizontally as he pressed himself bakırköy eskort against her exposed thighs and inner legs. Their soft writhing would guide it across her moistened slit.

His lips would find her tender lips, arousing her further, his tongue dipping into her mouth, overwhelming her senses with his taste, his weight and his touch. His hands would begin to trace across the smooth surface of her body, his calloused hands cupping the soft mounds, his thumbs tweaking across the already erect nipples. His thumb and forefinger would grasp each of them, twisting and tweaking each nipple, as his hungry lips continue to press against Julie’s soft tender moist lips.

A moan would escape her lips, breaking the kiss as her hips would rise against his, demanding more, demanding him. He would respond by pressing his hips into hers, his cock sliding between her creamy thighs, sliding up against her moistened slit roughly. His hand would wrap around her neck and head as his other hand would slide between them, pressing the head of his cock into the tender entry she offered.

Julie’s inner muscles would flicker around the tip as it penetrated her. Her pussy walls would slowly be spread by the intruding cock. His bulbous tip spreading her inner walls, his broad hips pressing her thighs apart. She would bend her knees instinctively, wrapping her legs around his hips wanting him deep. With one deft thrust he would slide into her, her tight walls stretched around his cock. A carnal moan would escape as he felt her tender silken walls slide open like a hot knife pushing through butter. Julie would cry out in utter pleasure as she would feel his head push past her velvety hot spot.

His hips would begin to thrust. He would push Julie’s hips into the plush bedding, thrusting over and over. Fighting the tightening escort fulya walls around his cock, Julie’s body writhed and curved up with each thrust. Her moans desperate, hungry and lustful, thoroughly enjoying his force. Her fingers would drag across his chest, tracing across his lower abdomen, occasionally her hand would dip down to their own connection, spreading her own lips for a deeper penetration. His thickened shaft would push deeper with each thrust, his moans deep, gasping as her aroused body would tighten around his cock. The sensation suffocating, intense, and intimate and he would want more, thrusting further for more.

Julie’s moans would grow, her chest heaving, her nipples at their most erect. The pleasure building in her lower abdomen, she would resist the urge to release her climax, her body beginning to shiver and quiver. He would feel her clamp down; the familiar feeling of her pending orgasm would encourage him to keep thrusting, pushing past her tightness, feeling the moisture around his cock grow as she could not resist the surge of pleasure much longer.

Julie would finally release, the overwhelming bridge of pleasure crossing her face like a wave in the ocean. The endorphins rushing through her system, making her eyes squeeze shut the moans growing low, guttural and instinctive. Her body writhing and clenching against the bed spread. Her muscles trembling beneath the massive male figure.

He would groan feeling the muscles flicker over his cock. He would clench his abdomen as he would feel his pending explosion. He’d reach up against her lifted thigh and press it up over his own shoulders, thrusting the furthest her body would allow, as her body clenched he would push through, until the rolling sensation enveloped his cock and the liquid manhood would begin to leak uncontrollably.

With ataköy eskort a loud cry out of pleasure he’d plant his knees down against the bed and his hips firmly against hers, letting his scrotum thrust against her tender skin below his cock. His cock would explode, spurting his cum into her, coating her inner walls with his seed. He’d moan milking himself against her quivering walls.

Julie would pull the man closer as he completed the orgasm. She would gently thrust from below milking his thickened shaft. His weight growing more and more braced against her body, until he rolled across her body, pulling her onto his hips as his eyes grew heavy, overwhelmed by his own rush of endorphins. Her hands would gingerly placed around his arm and torso, her eyes closing accepting the inevitable pleasure state the two were in.

The fire would flicker further, dying slowly as the wood fuel would disintegrate. The man would wrap the dozing Julie in the comforter, his lips pressing against her neck whispering hoarsely, “Clean up, I will return for more later.” His hands firm yet gentle as he stroked her naked body underneath the blanket. Julie would moan softly her reply and her body left cool with his body gone.

He would be gone for several hours, completing remaining business he had left. Julie would rise in that times, letting the satin robe remain on the bed. Her curvaceous hips would sway as she made her way into the ceramic tiled bath. She’d gingerly wash herself, using the lavender vanilla soap among her body. Soft moans would escape as her mind would disappear to the scenes that unraveled during the day. Before her mind would drift further the water began to cool, she would rinse quickly so she could be wrapped in a towel.

Her hands grabbed at the plush royal purple towel. Her moist body would move efficiently around the room, she would crouch next to that same marble stone counter lifting the tab of the envelope that he had left before walking in for the second session. Her eyes would count the bills, when she found it sufficient she placed it in her clutch and returned to the bed to prepare for his re-entrance.

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