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Another real life situation between myself and my BBW fiancee:

The day at work was rather slow as it usually is and that ends up with me sending my fiancée raunchy imessages. Well this day was no different as the messages started. I have not been like this with my past partners but something about my beautiful BBW fiancée has me thinking of her a lot when I’m left at a loose end as it were.

We chatted and I said how much I loved her and her body. She is a bigger girl but has height to boot so she does not look her size. She knows how to dress for her size, not frumpy but nice and sometimes sexy. She has the classic “coke bottle” shape when looked upon from front or rear. She has a great butt which I cannot help but slap every chance I get. She has a wonderful 40F bust, which is soft but firm without sagging once her bra is off.

After work we had to pick up a few bits from local discount store. All the time in the store I’m looking at her and thinking about what I want to be doing to her. She wanted to look around at some of the bed cloths, although she never finds what she wants. So, we buy the few items we went in for and head home for evening meal.

Once home she put oven on and starts the meal. Stewed steak with peas and steamed baby potatoes. While she does that I make cup tea. Meal does not take long to make or eat either. After the meal she retires to the bedroom and I check my emails and facebook for a little bit before heading up myself.

Upon heading to the bedroom, I find my fiancée sat on edge of bed in just leggings and strappy top. Love her in leggings as they show her wide hips and thick thighs well. I stripped down to my boxers and t-shirt escort bayan kağıthane while at same time she had stripped down naked and was face down laying across the width of our old oak four poster bed. She was ready for a massage.

She laying in half-light as we only had a few LED tea lights on in the room at this point. Her soft white skin waiting for my hands to rub oil all over. Her wide hips and round butt had gotten my cock all hard in my boxers. I sit straddled her left leg with my right knee push right up between her thighs, I’m sure I could feel her pussy against my knee.

I spray her back and butt with the bottle of baby oil we keep by the bed for this sort of thing. With a few extra sprays over her ass crack and let it trickle down to her pussy and my right knee. I begin with her round butt of course, I am an ass man after all. Running my hands all over her ass and hips the soft flesh is warm on my hands and a little slippery with oil on the surface. Slowly The oil begins to sink into the skin and her skin is less slippery. Then I moved up her back and begin rubbing in the oil all the way up to her shoulders. I enjoy this and like to massage her sexy body. Of course, now and again her round ass gets a slap or two. Where her big round butt meets her thick thighs, there is a cute little crease. Her inner thighs are soft and another one of my favourite areas on this beautiful body before me.

After massaging her butt and back I get off her legs and sit beside her to starts on the backs of her legs. Her lower legs are quite firm where as her thighs are bit softer and her inner thigh is very soft. I love to kiss and massage escort bayan beyoğlu her thighs right up to her pussy, which is almost hidden from sight as her thighs almost meet when laying on the bed. This is keeping me turned on. While I have been massaging her, she has been playing on her iPad just enjoying the attention.

So now she turns over on to her back. Her thick thighs now no longer hide the slot that hides her pussy. She has a cute mound between her belly and her pussy. The slot that hides her pussy is covered in some short but thick hairs, it had been a while since I last shaved her pussy. Due to her back problems she has difficulties performing this herself so it is usually me who does this, but lately I been “slacking on my duties” as she puts it. Her large breasts struggle to stay together and part slightly although for their size they keep their shape quite well. She has quite small areolas which have small bumps in and around it. Then she has cute little nipples that stand proud sometimes and other times almost flush with the rest of her breast.

As I’m lying on my left side to her left I run my right hand down her left thigh and up the inside of her thigh up over her slot tickling her hairs until I reach her mound and grab a firm hold as I give it a little shake. Then continue up her body until I reach her left breast and gently run my thumb over her nipple a few times. This must tickle her she pulled my hand away.

I run my hand back down to her slightly hairy slot and slide my index finger inside her. She is a little wet but also a little oily from the sprays I squirted over her ass earlier. I rub her slot a little escort bayan esenler then as she lays on her back I move lower so I arch around beneath her sexy ass and can get my now very hard cock pushed inside her slot and as far as can get it inside her pussy. Her pussy is tight around my cock even though she is quite wet it takes few goes to get fully inside her. Once inside her tight pussy causes pressure at tip of my cock and it feels very enjoyable. Her tight pussy almost always has this effect on my cock.

I keep running my index finger up and down and side to side in her slot causing her to buck and sometimes even bit her lip. While doing this my cock is thrusting in and out her pussy. With every thrust in I hit her ass with my body as I can go no further in and her large breasts jolt up toward her face slightly and back down again as I pull out of her slightly. I do a few quick thrusts then slow down and repeat a few times, but each time pushes me ever closer to my own climax. The tight grip her pussy has on my cock, the feel of how wet she is on my hand and her breasts rocking back and forth all together making it hard not to cum. She also rocked her hips back and forth which added to the tight grip of her pussy. I paused a few times to delay my own climax but the tight grip her small pussy has on my large cock is ultimately too much as it did not take long before I was unable to hold it back and a decent amount of my cum was fired into her pussy.

Due to the angle we were at it was a relatively shallow penetration and there was quite a bit of flow from her slot when we parted. I cleaned up the mess around her slot and that which has run down her ass cheeks before cleaning my own cock which remained semi hard as her slippery wet pussy lay before me. We cuddled for a little bit after, as she lay on her side I snuggled up in behind her with my cock already hard again and resting between her ass cheeks, I’d try and go again but we were both quite tired at this point and I had work next day.

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He glanced down at the paper in his hand to confirm that the was at the right room, let out a sigh, and stretched his neck from one side to the other, rotated his head, sighed again, and gathered himself to knock. When he’d gotten the training to be a masseuse in law school it had been to help get through law school, not with the intent that it be his sole income at 38, but losing his temper with another in a parade of lying, dirtbag, guilty clients had cost him a bar suspension. For maybe the thousandth time he regretted hitting the man, but for the thousandth and one, he again smiled at how good it had felt, and stopped stalling.

He cleared his throat, wishing he didn’t still have a residual rasp from the winter weather. He knocked, expecting another in a long line of heavyset, middle-age women who benefit far more from some regular exercise than from one massage in the middle of their vacation while her husband was sitting in a conference room hearing about sales techniques or getting Continuing Legal Education. When the door was opened by a man younger than him in an expensive suit, he was confused and a bit shocked, but he kept his face locked into the calm, pleasant expression he tried to maintain for clients. The man looked hurried and irritated, and when he spoke, Ryan instantly disliked him.

“It’s about time,” he said, but made no move to allow Ryan entrance to the suite.

“I’m sorry if I’m late, Sir, I came as soon as I got the call. If I could come in and meet the…client?”

“Client?” The man asked sarcastically, and then rolled his eyes. “Look, just give her a massage and put her in a better mood before I come back tonight, huh?” He asked and pulled a money clip from his pocket. He peeled a hundred dollar bill from the clip and held it up to Ryan.

Ryan took a deep breath through his nose, forced down his temper as he looked down at the man, and pushed a smile onto his face. He took the bill without comment, stuck it into his shirt pocket and turned to edge past the man into the room.

“Who’s that?” a woman’s voice sounded from within, and something about it bothered him.

“A massage,” the man answered, Ryan turned back toward the man when he realized the woman didn’t know he was coming, but he was already gone and the door swinging shut behind him.

He walked slowly down the hall into the suite and spoke to the back of a tall woman with chestnut hair. She was on a cell phone with her back to him staring out the window.

“I uh…I’m here to give you a massage,” he said, clearing his throat again, and realized he was staring. She was built like an athlete, but a decidedly feminine one. She had wide shoulders and narrow waist, but with rounded hips. She was a trim hourglass. She was wearing pajama pants and a camisole, but he could picture her dressed in a Speedo bikini swimming laps or playing beach volleyball.

“A massage? He got me a male masseuse. I don’t even want a massage. Unbelievable,” she said into the phone without turning.

“Look, I’m sorry, but it’s already been paid for and I made the trip, so it’s up to you, but it sure seems to me that you could stand to get rid of some tension,” he said with a wry grin, thinking that he was in a no lose situation. If she cancelled him, he had a $100 in cash plus the percentage that the agency would give him for the cancellation, and if she didn’t he got to give a massage to an attractive woman for a change the $100 and the full fee from the agency.

She made a huffing noise and gave a small wave over her shoulder. “It’s fine,” she said. Given the go ahead, he quietly and efficiently set up his massage table, unfolded a silk sheet and a large, thick, cotton towel and then turned back to find her still on the phone.

“I’m going to use your restroom to wash my hands if it’s ok with you, and if you’ll give a holler when you’re undressed, and on the table, I’ll come out and we can get started.”

She gave another move along gesture with her hand, as she turned away from the window to walk toward the bed. When şişli escort bayan he saw her in profile, his mind went blank, and he froze for a moment, realizing why her voice had bothered him, before turning in a rush toward the bathroom. When he had washed his hands, he stood staring at himself in the mirror as his mind raced.

He knew this woman. Knew her at an almost molecular level. She was an attorney too and they’d met at a training a few years before. They’d somehow connected in a way that neither of them were prepared and that neither of them had known how to handle so they’d tried to pretend none of it was real until they’d stopped talking because the lie was too hard to bear. Seeing her brought all of those intense emotions hammering back at him. He rinsed cold water across his face, and decided there was nothing to be done but lose the money and get the hell out of there.

He stared another moment into the mirror, and then quietly snarled, “Coward.”

“I’m ready,” she called out, just as he was about to tell her who he was. When he opened the door, she was lying facedown on the table, the large, thick towel covering her from just below her shoulder blades to mid-thigh. She was leanly toned wherever her flesh was bare, her calves and thighs, shoulders and arms, upper-back muscled under pale skin. He drank in the sight of her and knew there was no way he could just walk out of the room, but he didn’t know how to speak or what to say. And then he did know what to say.

“Fuck it.”

He dimmed the lights in the room; pushed play on the portable iPod speakers, lit two candles on the dresser, and drew the drapes of the room. The sound of guitar and strings filled the room and he pulled another silk cloth from his bag and carefully draped it over her head so she that even if she lifted her head she wouldn’t be able to see.

She didn’t lift from the donut shaped leather pad, but he heard her voice drift up, “What’s that for?”

“Sensory deprivation, helps you relax, he semi-whispered, and was thankful for the rasp in his voice. Moving beside her, he folded the towel back to her waist, poured some oil in his hands and rubbed them together to warm it. He began rubbing her back, dig his thumbs and fingers into her muscles, finding knots and beginning to loosen them. Slowly, he could feel her beginning to relax and he let her body language guide how much of his strength to use as he rubbed.

“Mmmm,” she sighed, “Maybe I was tenser than I thought.”

He continued, giving no reply, as he eased down toward her waist and then began to rotate his thumbs into the cluster of muscles and nerves just below her waist. The towel barely revealed the top of her ass and he found himself staring at the dimples in her lower back and at the glow of her oiled skin in the candlelight. She shifted slightly and gave another sigh and he caught his breath, thinking for the first time that maybe it hadn’t been such a bad idea to get his law license suspended. He unfolded the towel so that it covered her back, refolded it so that it uncovered her thighs to just the bottom of her ass, poured some more oil into his hands and began to knead her calves.

He slowly focused, working his way up her legs. and as he reached the tops of her thighs, his thumbs grazed the bottoms of her ass. She stirred at the touch, moving her legs farther apart and causing the towel to ride up so that he could see her groin in the flickering shadow of the candlelight. He looked up to see if her head was still covered, to see if the reveal had been deliberate, but her head was still down. He looked at her again, and involuntarily sucked in a sharp breath as he realized that she was still completely waxed.

He gave himself a mental shake and a firm, “NO.”

He shut his eyes for a moment, gave another mental shake, and then another silent, “Fuck it.” He let his hand move up under the towel almost casually and began to rub her ass, working deep into the muscle, and waited for a reaction as his fingers trailed bağcılar escort bayan precariously near the crack of her ass and her pussy.

Watching her body react under his hands, the skin flushing, her breathing changing, two thoughts occurred to him. One was that her body seemed to remember him, remember his hands even if she didn’t realize it was him that was touching her, and that brought a smile to his face. The second made him suppress a laugh. If she did find out that it was him giving her this massage and she was angry and she or her boyfriend made a disgruntled report he’d lose him the massage job that he got because he’d lost his attorney job. Clearly he had impulse issues.

“What’s funny?” she asked, her voice warm and languid.

He glanced to see that her head was still covered, that she still didn’t know who he was, and answered in another semi-whisper, “Oh, nothing, sorry. I was just thinking.”

“Don’t think so much,” she answered, and it made his heart warm. It was exactly the sort of thing she used to tell him when they were each other’s closest confidants, and he was suddenly far more aware of his hands being on a beautiful woman’s ass in a hotel room, and “Jesus,” came out of his mouth in an involuntary whisper.

He pulled his hands from under the towel and she made a little protesting sound and pushed her ass back toward him and he saw for certain that she was the recent recipient of a Brazilian wax.

Trying to distract himself, he moved to stand at the head of the table and began rubbing her shoulders, pushing his thumbs in her traps and the base of her neck. He looked down the length of her, down at himself and the erection that was inches from her covered head and realized he was in a great deal of trouble. Clearly he had impulse issues.

He finished with her shoulders and moved so that he stood at the opposite end of the table.

“Turn over,” he said quietly and watched as she reached to hold the towel and maneuver underneath it. Part of him hoped the silk scarf would fall and that she’d look up to see him, recognize him, but part of him hoped that she still wouldn’t know who he was and the two of them could continue to enjoy his hands on her body with anonymity, without the depth of issues that would attach to recognition. He held his breath as it slipped down onto her neck but her eyelids remained closed and she reached to readjust it, folding it carefully across her eyes exactly as he would have arranged it himself.

When she was done, he began to rub her feet exactly as he had so many times before, and just as before, she gave a moan, and a, “Jesus that feels good.” When he finished one, and then the other, he placed them carefully at the outer edge of the table so that her legs were spread farther apart, and then began to caress her shins, his touch lighter here. Slowly her feet and knees dropped to the side so her legs fell even farther apart as she relaxed more deeply. When he moved to her thighs, normally he would have exerted more pressure, deeper pressure, but he kept his touch light, squeezing her leg with a brush against her skin rather than a more indifferent touch.

He didn’t pause or give himself time to gauge her reaction before he continued north, putting his thumbs into her hip muscles and his fingertips along the sides of her ass, the towel riding up so that he could see that she was wet from his touch.

“You’re very…thorough,” she said, and he, knowing her, could hear the desire in her voice. He continued what he was doing, but raised his head to watch her face, to see her lips move. Her breathing was changing and he knew she wasn’t just relaxed, but that she was moving into a tensioning from desire. On impulse he moved to her head and whispered to her, “Let me get your neck.”

She picked up her head so that he could reach beneath it and with a quick movement tied the scarf off so it was more completely and accurately a blindfold. She opened her mouth to say something, but he was already working on her escort bayan zeytinburnu neck and she let the moment pass, resting the back of her skull on his forearms as he manipulated the muscles in the back of her neck. After a moment, he gently lowered her head and then began on the muscles of her upper chest. He let his hands stay there longer than normal, spreading farther than was proper, trespassing at the tops and edges of her large breasts, the towel bunched and barely hiding her nipples until finally she spoke in whisper so low that had he not known what she was going to say, he wouldn’t have heard it.

“Touch me.”

He folded the towel down further, exposing her so that it was only her stomach and groin were covered and drifted his hands over her breasts, ran his thumbs across her nipples so that she shuddered. His hands roamed then, gliding delicately and without warning from the hollow of her stomach, down her ribs, back to her breasts and finally to the flatness of her bikini line. She pulled one knee upward, angled it toward him so it was clear what she wanted him to do and he slid the middle finger of one hand down the slit of her pussy and began to rub little circles around her clit. She gasped and her knee canted away from him, opening herself up wider and he pushed his finger, and then another, inside her before bending forward to run his tongue along the area his finger had just left.

He didn’t rush, licked her with long strokes alternated with fluttering ones, building the tension in her and the sensitivity of her clit as he ran his fingers inside and out of her. When she came, it was explosive. She howled and clutched at the silk underneath her, and then his wrist, scratching at him and jerking it outward as a stream of liquid shot out of her.

Giving her no time to recover, he undid his pants and slid into her in one motion, pulling her from behind her knees so that her ass was at the bottom edge of the table. Again, he didn’t rush. He fucked her with long, slow, strokes, and he could feel himself hit her g spot on most of the inward thrusts because of the angle at which they were joined. He pulled his shirt over his head and let his pants fall to the floor, but took no other time or concentration away from being inside her.

Eventually he couldn’t maintain the control necessary for the gentleness and began to pound into her. He was no longer in any semblance of control, and he fucked her with crazed intensity, gasping and feeling his hip muscles hitting her ass viciously. She rocked to meet him and clawed at his forearms and crunched herself upward to claw at his shoulders and came again, and her orgasm set his off so he scrambled and fought to pull out of her and spent himself on her stomach.

“Fuck, Jesus, Holy Shit, Balls,” she gasped, and he smiled as wide as he could remember in a very long time but didn’t speak. He pulled his phone from his pocket as she still quivered and came down from the orgasm and took a silent picture of her naked body, gleaming with oil and the flush of orgasm, his ejaculate white against her pale skin that contrasted even further with the dark silk beneath her. She was smiling, and reached for the blindfold, but he stopped her with a whisper.

“Don’t. Leave it until I leave, the sensation will last longer,” he said, knowing it was a lie but wanting to leave something of himself with her.

She sat up, and started to speak again, “I don’t,” but cut off when he wrapped the hotel robe around her shoulders from behind and guided her to her feet and then across the room to the bed. At the bed he picked her up easily and set her carefully in the middle of the thick down comforter that covered the king size bed. As he backed away, she spoke again. You’re going to think this sounds strange,” she began, “but your smell reminds me of something, of someone maybe, and I can’t place it.”

“Maybe you know someone who uses my cologne,” he answered softly, thinking how many times she’d said that she loved his smell with her face in his chest, but didn’t speak again. He packed quickly, and was gone.

When she heard the door close, she reached to untie the silk scarf he’d left behind and as it passed down her face, she again felt some forgotten hint tug at her mind at the scent on the silk, and inhaled deeply. Whatever it was, it made her feel good and safe, and content.

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I’ve been thinking of your long, thick dick all day. Imagining you stroking it in front of me. Watching your hand travel its length as it grows even longer, harder.

I can see a drop of precum on the head and I’m licking my lips already.

Come here baby, let me take care of you.

I start on your neck with that spot behind your ear that I know you like. I move to your earlobe, sucking softly, biting gently. Down to your chest and your responsive nipples. Licking them until they stand erect too. I move down your chest to your navel. My tongue tracing circles around it before I continue the southern path to my prize.

I brace myself by holding onto your thighs as I balance on my heels with my thighs open, happy to finally have my face in your lap. When I nuzzle your balls with my nose, you take a step apart. I lick them delicately, listening to your deep sigh. I know your head has fallen back and your eyes are closed.

Time to begin.

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I take your smooth head into my mouth, moving my wet tongue along the sensitive underside. I run my tongue up and down the shaft, placing gentle kisses every inch. Enjoying the taste and feel of you. My hand at the base of your thick penis, I hold you in place as I lick just the head. Every few strokes taking the full head into my warm, wet mouth. You groan and I agree, bayrampaşa escort bayan that’s enough teasing.

I move my mouth slowly down onto your shaft and keep going lower until I feel your soft, curly hair touch my nose. I breathe through my nose and relax my throat to combat the reflex your lengthy penis triggers. I swallow carefully several times, tickling your head and massaging your shaft with my throat.

I come up for air, sucking and pressing down with my lips. I slide back onto your dick, adjusting the angle of my head to better accommodate your size and shape. Keeping my lips tight, I pull up – sucking as I go. No longer swallowing, I want to keep it nice and wet inside my mouth. Sucking, pulling, pressing, lowering slowly to do it all I again, I work my mouth until my jaws begin to ache.

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You grab handfuls of my hair and pull me into you. Your dick slides easily down my throat and you grind against my face.

“Aw fuck, I’m going to cum.”

This is so hot. My pussy is dripping and I have to touch myself. Because of the liquid abundance, you can hear my hand in my pussy. Damn, I’m close too.

You continue to fuck my face as I finger fuck myself. Your dick is rock hard and I know any second I’ll taste your cum. My pussy is tingling as my orgasm approaches. You can feel the vibrations from my moans on every inch of your dick and it takes you over the edge. I feel hot spurts of cum hit the back of my throat and reflexively swallow. You become still as I suck methodically, milking you of every last delicious drop.

You pull me up cautiously as both of us attempt to stand on shaky legs. I put my hand to your lips and you savor the taste of my pussy as we begin to kiss.

The look in your eyes says it all.

And you are most welcome.

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Every year in December Mrs. Claus made a trip from the North Pole to here in sunny Florida. Like Santa, she needed a break away from everything going on in the North Pole. It was several years ago when I met her and we started our affair.

Now I know what you are thinking; how can I be interested in some old woman? Well let me tell you Mrs. Claus isn’t an old woman, at least not in appearance. I don’t know how she has stayed so young looking, but hey I’m not complaining. Ever since our first encounter, she has made it a point to stop at my house and every year I have looked forward to it.

A knock at my door made me jump up from my chair. I knew it was her and I was overly excited. I open the door to see Mrs. Clause wearing a tight little red teddy.

“Merry Christmas!” she shouts.

“Speaking of which,” I say, my voice thick with desire.

She walks in and kisses me. She lingers on the kiss for several long minutes before breaking away and walking into the living room. I guess the long year apart drove her mad as well. She unzips the teddy and lets it fall to the floor before spinning around in front of the fire place toward me. Her eyes are pinned by my gaze at her slender, sexy body. She shivers and takes a deep breath and I know it’s from the heat in my eyes. My gaze drops to her perfectly set breasts. Her nipples are already as my rock hard as my cock.

I close the door and peel off my clothes as I walk over to her. I press my lips against hers in a deep, lingering kiss. This time she pushes her tongue into my mouth in a more controlled manner. I wrap my tongue around hers, tasting her. My hands push her back against the wall next to the fire place. They slide up to her breasts, softly squeezing them. Our kiss grows stronger, harder and more passionate.

Mrs. Claus reaches down between our bodies to rub her fingers against my cock. It feels great in her loving hands. She breaks away from the kiss to look down. “I’ve waited all year long for you,” she says almost sadly.

“Hasn’t Mr. Claus been taking care of you?” I ask.

“He’s not the man that you are. Nor is he as big as you.” She drops to her knees and leans forward, slipping her mouth over the head of my cock. As she slowly lower her mouth down me, I moan softly.

“Lucky me,” I say.

“No, lucky me,” Mrs. Claus corrects as escort bayan sultangazi she pulls her lips back to the tip of my cock.

She takes me back into her mouth and increases the speed of her movement. She slides her lips along my shaft while sucking firmly on me. At the same time she rubs her hand up and down the base of my cock. I moan deeply as I wrap my fingers in her hair.

“Oh, yes that feels good,” I say. “Keep that up and I’ll be cumming soon.”

She continues to suck on me vigorously, sliding her lips along my shaft. Then my cock begins to throb in her mouth. I grip her hair tighter, pushing her further onto my cock. “I’m going to cum,” I hiss.

A second later I am cumming, blasting her throat with hot, sticky cum. She gives a startled squeal as I fill her mouth. I let out a deep moan of pleasure as I pump squirt after squirt into her tiny mouth. As soon as I finish cumming I pull her to her feet. I could see her swallow the last bit and she licks her lips clean just before I kiss her again. I press my lips hard onto hers and then slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting my own cum.

“Mrs. Claus, that was fantastic,” I say almost excitedly.

She smiles and I take one of her luscious breasts into my mouth. She gasps sharply at the feel of my lips around her breast. I move from breast to breast, licking and sucking. I am in heaven as it has been a whole year since I’ve gotten to suck on Mrs. Claus’ breasts. They are the most perfect, rounded breasts I have ever had the pleasure of playing with. I focused on her two hard nipples, licking and sucking on them. I could be happy to spend the rest of the night just sucking on them, but I couldn’t because I only get to see her once a year.

I drop to my knees in front of her and push her legs apart to plant a soft kiss on her pussy. Mrs. Claus spreads them open even further for me as she looks down. Her face is full of anticipation in what I was about to do. Her eyes flash with both lust and need and I’m not going to deprive her of either. I kiss her pussy again and then run my tongue up the outer lips. Mrs. Claus gives a soft hiss. I reach up and use my fingers to part her lips, then press my face against her and begin licking. I push my tongue into her pussy, causing her to moan softly again. I can feel escort bayan fatih her leaning against the wall and she lifts one leg up onto my shoulder to give me better access.

I take the opportunity to lick deeply into her, tasting her juices as I do. Mrs. Claus’ moans grow deeper and I can feel her pushing herself into my face. I move upward with my tongue to flick her clit with it and when I do Mrs. Claus lets out a sharp cry. I smile to myself and flick her clit again. This time the cry is at an even higher pitch than before. I run my tongue over her clit with more rapid movement. I run my tongue over it and around it, circling it rapidly so that my tongue never loses contact. Mrs. Claus’ cries are cries of passion and pleasure.

“Yes, yes!” she cries. “More please!”

I reach up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it firmly and twisting the nipple between my fingers. Mrs. Claus gasps and then moans. She pushes her body harder against my face. I know she is about to cum so I push two fingers into her pussy, sliding them rapidly in and out of her. I feel her body react as her pussy tightens around them.

Yes, yes!” she gasps as her orgasm hits her. I quickly pull my fingers away and replace them with my tongue. I lick as she cums, tasting all of her juices as they pour freely from her pulsating pussy. Mrs. Claus makes repeated cries of passion as her orgasm sweeps over her. I lick until I feel it die down. As I stand back up, I hook her leg off my shoulder into my hand. Quickly I position myself against her. My cock pushes at her entrance before I ram it up into her, thrusting my cock deep into her pussy.

“Oh god!” she squeals as I ram it up into her.

I pull out and slam it in again and again, repeatedly ramming my cock deep into her pussy. Mrs. Claus gasps, crying out from the sensations I cause. I, myself, moan softly as I feel her tight, warm pussy open around me, squeezing my cock with each thrust.

“Mrs. Claus, you feel so fucking good,” I gasp.

“Ohhh, I love your cock,” she says back to me.

I lean forward, kissing her hard and she kisses back, curling her tongue around mine. I feel her push forward to meet my thrusts. As my cock pushes deeper and deeper with each thrust it feels like I am hitting a wall inside her. Each thrust make her shake escort bayan etiler and cry out in pleasure.

“Yes, of god yes,” she squeals. “I’m going to cum all over your hard cock!”

Her body shutters against mine and I feel her juices soak my cock. I continue to thrust hard into her as she cums, adding to her pleasure and sending ripples of ecstasy through her. I slide my hands down tot grip her ass and lift her off the floor. I carry her over to the couch, dropping her on her back. Mrs. Claus lies gasping at the orgasm’s final tingles.

I stand between her legs, starring down at her. My cock rests against her thigh as I reach up to reverently run my hands over her breasts. Reaching down between her thighs, Mrs. Claus takes hold of my cock. If feels slick as she rubs her fingers along my shaft. I look down at her with eyes burning with lust as she puts her hands to her mouth to lick off the juices. I reach for her, pulling her toward me. My cock presses against her pussy and with a hard thrust I am in her again.

If my thrusts were hard before, they were nothing compared to now. I slam into her, pushing my cock totally into her. Each thrust rams me as far inside her pussy as I can possibly go. She gasps hard with each thrust to the point of me taking her breath away.

“Mrs. Claus, you are so fucking tight,” I grunt between thrusts.

Mrs. Claus can only moan in reply. The force of my thrusts has taken the power of speech from her. Mrs. Claus’ pussy feels like a molten fire around my cock. She writhes on the couch, crying out in pleasure as I bring her to the edge of another orgasm.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Mrs. Claus screams as her body shutters beneath me.

Her orgasm is so strong she screams wildly and rolls and twists on the couch. I have to grip her hips to hold her down as I continue to ram into her. I fuck her hard and fast through her orgasm, not letting up once.

“I’m going to cum,” I gasp and she pulls her thighs tight around me.

“Yes, cum in me baby!” she yells.

With one final hard thrust I slam my cock up into her. My cock bursts spewing forth my collective seed into her. The sensation jolts her orgasm back into full passion. She cries out as the orgasm sweeps through her. I can feel my cock being coated with her lovely juices once more. I remain stiff for several seconds, before pulling out of her and collapsing atop of her. Mrs. Claus lies still, gasping hard for breath.

We lay entangled on the couch for what seems like forever before Mrs. Claus gets up and dresses. She leans in to kiss me long and hard and passionately and then says, as she pulls away, “I will see you next Christmas.

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I have a confession to make.

You see, I’ve been engaged to a beautiful young Italian woman named Anna for almost a year. The problem is that she lives overseas, finishing up a master’s degree in architecture in Italy. Her program ends this coming May, after which we’ll be having a traditional Italian wedding in her family’s hometown of Torino (famous for its Baroque architecture and the Turin shroud), honeymoon in Bali and then settle down in Wisconsin, where I teach part-time at the local university while finishing up a PhD in the rise of the love lyric among Sicilian poets. I know I know, I’m just a romantic at heart…

So what’s the problem? Well, I haven’t seen my sweet baby Anna for almost a year, since I proposed on one knee in front of the Antonelliana Mole. I’ve been pretty much snowbound the past few months here in the good ol’ northern USA. Needless to say, I’ve been lonely, longing for some female companionship. I figured there’s no way I would ever want to cheat on my Italian angel, so I’ve been fooling around on-line, making certain I never chat with anyone within a 1000-mile radius. That way I’ll never be tempted to meet someone face to face.

Maryse (rhymes with ‘Oh please!’ ) is certainly a sweetheart. We’ve been chatting on-line for a couple of months, exchanged digital pictures (bra and panties shots for her, “most-muscular” shots for me), and done some major flirting. Only 20, she’s originally from Eastern Canada, from one of those French areas I know nothing about except it gets colder there than here! She’s managed to find her way down to Florida, where she’s studying to become a journalist at a junior college somewhere near Fort Lauderdale. She wants to perfect her English so she can work around the world, an admirable goal.

Anyhow, one evening we were chatting innocently on-line when she asked what my Spring Break plans were.

“Well, some friends and I were planning to go down to Fort Lauderdale for some beach time… you know, to get away from the cold and all,” I answered, oblivious as always.

“Jason, you know I live a half hour from Fort Lauderdale.”

Oh shit! While my friends Ben and Dean had been planning our trip, it hadn’t crossed my mind Maryse lived in Florida. Moreover, Ben’s uncle owned a beach-house in Fort Lauderdale, so that was our destination by default.

“Yeah, I knew that,” I lied, wondering what the hell excuse I could make for not meeting Maryse. “Well, we’re only going to be there a few days.”

“That sounds great. You know, I’ve been working part-time at a hotel. I could get you a very cheap room for a couple of nights. Then you can be with your friends the rest of the time,” Maryse stated casually, as if it had already been decided.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect!” I lied again, my heart beating faster and my palms starting to sweat. On the one hand, Maryse was certainly a cute little package, and I’d surely enjoy spending time with her naked, but… Sigh. Resignedly, I agreed to spend my first 2 nights down south at Maryse’s hotel, and taksim bayan escort then scoot on over to Ben’s uncle’s beach house for the remainder of my stay.

As Spring Break approached, my mind was swimming with excuses. I kept trying to figure out a way out of this. At the same time, every evening when I lay down to sleep, images of Maryse’s naked body hovering above mine floated into my mind, and I would powerfully squirt out my sexual frustration with visions of her lips on my cock. A true dilemma, one which many men would be more than happy to deal with, but I was at a loss, wishing I’d never heard of the Internet, and longing to pack my bags and head to Italy instead of Florida.

On the flight down to the Sunshine State, I was a nervous wreck. Ben and Dean wondered why on earth I couldn’t go directly to the beach-house. I invented some story about a great-aunt my mother wanted me to visit in a retirement home. As the plane touched down, I realized there was no turning back. Ben and Dean got into one cab, and I got into another. It took about 25 minutes to get to the hotel.

Since Maryse’s classes finished late, I checked into the room by myself at about 4. I opened the door, kicked off my shoes, and jumped on the bed. Flicking on the TV, I thought about what I was about to do. Questions ran through my mind: What if she doesn’t look like her pictures? What if she isn’t attracted to me in real life? What if she’s a 55-year-old fat Nigerian man who wants to kidnap me and extort money from our government? What if… what if…? I was honestly hoping for something, anything to pop into my head that would allow me to preempt any immoral behavior other parts of me were dying to enact.

At about 5:30, I did some pushups and situps, and then hopped in the shower. I expected Maryse shortly after 6, and wanted to at least be clean. I dried my hair with a towel, put on some decent clothes for a nice dinner out, and sat back down on the edge of the bed, trying not to sweat, tense with anticipation.

At 6:15 there was a knock on the door.

“Just a sec!” I shouted, leaping to my feet and stubbing my toe on my suitcase. I grimaced, and hobbled over to the door.

Standing before me was the vision of loveliness I had been chatting with these past few months. A shade over 5 feet tall, Maryse had long, flowing blonde hair down to her ass, and an incredible smile which lit up when she saw me. She was extremely petite, with cute little breasts and hips, and the innocence of a 15-year-old schoolgirl. She looked absolutely delicious.

“Hello Jason. Are you hungry?” Finer words had never been uttered.

Maryse had an adorable French accent, stressing the 2nd syllable of my name and not pronouncing her h’s. My heart melted when I heard it, and I decided to just live the next 2 days as if we were the only 2 people on earth.

“Yeah, um, of course, sure! Let’s go!” I felt like an awkward nerd, fumbling for my wallet and keys as I stepped past Maryse into the hallway.

“Let topkapı bayan escort me just put my bag in your room,” Maryse said, smiling her incredible smile again as she rested her bag just inside the door.

Wow, at least that meant she thought enough of me that she planned to return to the room later!

So off we went for dinner, to an Asian-fusion restaurant that served sushi and Thai food, a decidedly odd combination. We had a great time, talking about a series of articles she wrote for her school newspaper, her job at the hotel, and my obscure field of study, among other things. I intentionally steered the conversation away from sex, trying to keep things light and innocent. Maryse kept me laughing, and also kept me spellbound with her amazing lips and teeth. That smile was to die for. I still had no idea what the rest of the evening had in store. We hadn’t discussed how far we would go if we were attracted to each other, or whether she was even planning to stay in the same room as me!

As we walked back to the hotel after dinner, I longed to just take her hand in mine, but resisted. I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable so soon after meeting.

We arrived at my room, and I opened the door and let her in first. She flopped onto the bed and yawned and stretched.

“What a day! Thank you so much for coming to visit me,” Maryse said.

“Um, yeah, of course, you’re welcome!” I stammered and sat down beside her. I turned on the TV and we lay there for a while, silently watching. Dinner had taken several hours, so it was now almost 10pm.

“It’s kind of warm in here. Do you mind if I change into my pajamas?” Maryse asked. Did I mind? Yeesh.

“Sure, go ahead. There’s extra towels in the bathroom. I’ll change out here while you’re in there.”

Maryse went into the bathroom and shut the door. I quickly threw off my pants and shirt, and put on my pj bottoms, long black loose-fitting flannel. I had neglected to bring a top, as I knew Florida nights could be stiflingly warm. I got under the covers and waited.

Maryse came back out into the bedroom wearing a tiny tank-top and tight, stretchy shorts. My god how succulent she looked!

She turned off the lights and climbed into bed next to me. The TV was now the only light in the room, casting a ghostly blue light on her face. Maryse snuggled up against me and put her head on my chest.

“This feels wonderful!” she said. “We fit so well together.”

I had to admit, it sure did feel wonderful. I put my hand on Maryse’s chin and lifted her face up so I could look into her eyes. I gently kissed her lower lip. She kissed back hungrily, devouring my lips and tongue, letting her hands travel over my bare chest.

“Mmmm,” she groaned appreciatively. I guess those pushups were effective!

I put my hand on her leg and slid it up to her beautiful, tight, tiny ass. My god I’d never felt something so sexy in my life! My hand felt under the fabric of her shorts, right up to her escort bayan şirinevler crack. I slid my hand between her legs and felt her small snatch, starting to moisten.

“Mmmm, that feels nice…” Maryse moaned as my finger entered her. She threw back her head, offering her neck to be kissed. I immediately complied, kissing, licking, biting her, all the way around. I mauled her shoulders, I nipped at her biceps and kissed right down to her fingertips. I couldn’t get enough of her body, her scent, her skin.

Soon I had both hands inside her shorts, massaging her little ass, the small of her back, her thighs. I pushed off her shorts, then pulled her tank-top up over her head. She was now completely naked, and, so it seemed, mine for the evening.

“That’s not really fair,” she teased. “If one of us is naked, we should both be naked, don’t you think?”

I thought.

Maryse pushed me down on my back, and snaked down on her hands and knees towards my feet. She pulled my bottoms off slowly, being sure to pull the waistband up and over my now-throbbing, fully erect cock.

“Can I touch it?” she asked, as if I could utter the word no at this point.

Without waiting for an answer, she boldly put her hand around my member, and started stroking it slowly, pulling the skin up over the head on the way up, and exposing the head on the way down. She used long, deliberate strokes up and down my shaft. With her other hand she started playing with my balls and sac. Then she brought her head down and gently brushed her lips against the head of my cock. She put her lips around me, keeping a firm grip with her hand, and took half of me into her hot, wet mouth. She started bobbing her head up and down, up and down, while jerking me off with one hand and fondling my balls with the other. Pure heaven!

I managed to grab hold of one of her legs, and pulled it around, up and over my face, leaving her tiny pussy inches above my mouth. I put both hands on her ass, and pulled her towards me. She melted into my face, my tongue directly into her slit, my hands on her delicious ass. She gasped as my finger probed her asshole. I pushed my tongue inside her, and brought one hand around to apply pressure to her clit. As my tongue moved in and out of her, my finger in her anus tried to meet up with it inside her. She was getting filled in 2 holes at the same time, all the while my other hand was busy drawing firm circles on her clit.

Somehow, she managed to keep her attention on my cock and balls, and we both started bucking our hips simultaneously. I felt my balls jerk as her legs started to shudder. My cock started squirting jet after jet of hot, thick cream into her mouth. She screamed, squeezing her thighs around my face like a vice, and shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure jolted through her body.

She relaxed on top of me, and let her body droop. She was like a tiny rag doll on top of me, seemingly spent. Her hand continued to absent-mindedly stroke my cock, milking the last few drops from my balls. She occasionally pressed her pussy into my face, tensing up for some aftershocks of the powerful orgasm I had given her. We both slowed our movements, and she eventually turned her body around, put her head on my chest and her hand on my shoulder, smiled and closed her eyes. Just before she drifted off, she whispered, “merci”.

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She sat nervously in a chair at the airport terminal. She had been waiting and dreaming of this day for months, but now that it was here, she was full of mixed emotions—fear and excitement, desire and anxiety. Her fingers absently twisted at her short blonde hair while she waited.

He had called four hours before saying that he was at the airport and he would see her soon. After that she had quickly showered, shaved, and gotten ready to leave. She wore a black ribbed tank top, her favorite dark blue jeans, and her high heeled black sandals Underneath her clothes she wore a black thong and matching push-up bra. She scrutinized every aspect of her appearance while she put on makeup and fixed her hair. She applied thick black eyeliner, brown shadow, and mascara to accentuate her bright green eyes and bronze blush on her high, pale cheekbones. Seven years of marriage and having a baby had taken its toll on her once almost-perfect body, and now she was a little overweight and her D-cup breasts sagged more. But she knew that he liked her anyway, and with that she should be content. Finally, she got in her car and drove two hours to the airport to await his arrival.

An announcement came over the loudspeaker. “Flight 547 from Raleigh-Durham International has landed at gate 42.” She smiled. Only a few more minutes.

She stood up, put on her chocolate flavored lip gloss, ran her fingers through her golden ringlets, and picked up the hand-written sign that read, “Billy Bob Johnson.” That, of course, was not his real name, but his nickname on Yahoo Messenger, where they had spent so many hours talking in the past few months.

She held the sign as people started exiting the plane, and her stomach tightened nervously. Would she recognize him? Would he like her after meeting her in person? Would he be disappointed in her looks? They had exchanged many pictures, but she knew that pictures aren’t always an accurate representation of the person. After a minute she started wondering if he even got on the plane or if he backed out at the last second. After all, it took several beers and a lot of coaxing to get him to even talk to her on the phone at first.

Then, she saw him. Oh, he was even better looking than the pictures made him seem. He had dark curly hair and huge brown eyes. His skin was smooth and tan over his subtle muscles. He wore a green t-shirt, blue jeans and black skater shoes. He was neither chubby or skinny or muscular, but a perfect combination of the three. He scanned the crowd as he stepped into the terminal and finally his eyes landed on her. Smiling, he walked toward her.

Her pulse quickened and she fiddled with her silly sign as he approached. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. She had envisioned running toward him and jumping on him the moment he stepped into the terminal, but suddenly that seemed to be the wrong thing to do. Instead, she smiled at him and stood still, her stomach full of butterflies.

“Lindsay?” he said to her.

“Brett?” she said back. They stood for a moment just looking at each other. Then she dropped the sign at her feet and reached up to touch his face. Electricity shot through her body with their first contact.

“Hi,” he said, and put his hand on her waist. He pulled her to him and their lips met for the first time. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his responded by encircling her waist, his hands exploring her back. Their tongues lightly mingled and their breath became heavier. They pressed closer against each other, lost in the bliss of their long-awaited connection.

She realized that second that it would be impossible to wait two hours to feel the rest of his body. She needed to touch his chest, his stomach, his legs… and of course she wanted so badly to have his cock inside of her in every imaginable position. She pulled away, awestruck and breathless. They stood quietly for a while, holding each other and basking in the passion that they already had for each escort bağcılar other. Then she grabbed his hand and said, “Let’s go get your suitcase.”

They walked hand in hand toward the baggage claim area. Once there, Lindsay turned to Brett again and they put their arms around each other.

“You smell incredible,” he said to her as his fingers grasped her hair, “and your lips taste like chocolate.”

She nuzzled against his neck and held him tightly. “I am so glad you’re here,” she said.

“Me too. You have no idea,” he responded.

Giggling, she replied, “Yeah, I have some idea.” She looked into his eyes and once again they kissed passionately. She couldn’t wait to get out of the airport. She had so many things she wanted to do.

Finally his suitcase came around and he grabbed it. They walked out of the airport together to the back of the parking garage where her blue Jeep Wrangler sat. She opened the back door and lifted his worn black suitcase into the back of the Jeep. Then she sat down and motioned for him to follow her.

As soon as he sat down she locked the doors and straddled him. They kissed, more hungrily this time, sucking on each others lips and tongues, their hands exploring one another more feverishly. His hands went up the back of her shirt and he felt the soft skin of her back. With one quick motion, Brett pulled her shirt over her head. They resumed their kiss, and her fingers danced over his smooth chest and stomach. She tugged at his shirt and he leaned forward so she could remove it.

She could feel the bulge growing through his jeans, and her pussy instantly became moist. He deftly unsnapped her bra in the back and took it off her body, tossing it aside. Her breasts hung firmly, crowned with large brown areolas and long, stiff nipples. He noticed a birthmark on her right breast just before his mouth engulfed her nipple. She moaned and arched her back as pleasure washed through her body. His hand toyed with her other breast as he continued sucking and nibbling at the right one. She moaned louder, her hands grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. The bulge in his pants was growing harder and she wanted desperately to be fucked by him.

She scooted back and began unbuckling his belt. Brett’s hands continued to knead her breasts as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She rubbed his cock through his jeans and looked him in the eye.

“Are you ready?” she almost whispered.

“Yes, yes,” he replied. “Thank God for tinted windows.”

He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and then they realized she would have to dismount him in order for them both to take their pants off. She climbed off and they quickly disrobed so that they were totally naked.

His stiff cock quivered and she wanted to taste it right that second. Her head descended toward his lap and her tongue licked at the tip. He gasped when her soft lips wrapped around his solid erection and slid up and down the shaft. Her hands worked the base of his cock and fondled his balls as her tongue swirled around the swollen head. She could taste the salty precum when the tip of her tongue danced over his slit. Then she plunged her mouth back down, taking all eight inches into her mouth and throat.

“Oh, yes, yes, suck my cock,” he whispered to her. “God you feel so good.” He moaned and scooted down in the seat so she had more access. Lindsay used the tips of her fingers to lightly stroke his stomach below his navel which made him gasp and lift his ass off the seat, forcing more of his cock into her throat. It was getting more swollen and she knew he was close.

She released his cock from her mouth and whispered, “I want to taste your cum.” Those words coming from her made him erupt into her ravenous mouth. He groaned as his cum hit the back of her throat and she greedily swallowed every drop. Her hand pumped and squeezed his cock until she had gulped down all of his cum. istanbul eskort

Brett was in complete ecstasy as she continued to lap at his softening cock, and he longed to taste her cum just as she had tasted his.

“Lay down,” he said, and she complied as best she could in the cramped space. Then she sat up and jumped in the back of the Jeep and motioned for him to follow her. She pushed a button and the back seat folded forward, giving them the entire back of the Jeep to continue their adventure.

Lindsay laid with her head near the back of the Jeep, her knees bent with her legs spread, and Brett knelt facing her. Her shaved pussy was glistening wet and he was so hungry to taste it, but he wanted to prolong their experience as much as he could. After all, there would never be another first meeting. He moved higher and kissed her deeply, his tongue mingling with hers, tasting a hint of his salty cum in her mouth. He moved down and kissed her neck while stroking her body with his fingertips, up to the edge of her nipples down to her hips. Her body shuddered with anticipation. She wanted him to fuck her, hard, deep, NOW, but he had other plans.

He inched down her body, trailing kisses as he went toward her breasts again, but stopped just above her nipples, exhaling his hot breath across it, and moving on to the valley between her peaks, kissing her soft skin. He moved above her other nipple and again his warm breath teased her and he moved on down her body. He kissed her stomach, circled her navel with his tongue, and kissed down her skin stopping short of her swollen clit. Again he exhaled and moved away. She was in agony, wanting to feel his tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything inside of her aching pussy.

“Oh, God, stop teasing me, I want you so bad,” she moaned, lifting her hips toward his face. Instead he returned and kissed her eager mouth, his hands wandering down her body.

This time his hands came back up to her throbbing nipples and squeezed them hard. The painful yet pleasurable sensation caused her to cry out loudly through their kiss.

“Please, please…” she whimpered. Brett could stand it no longer. He moved all the way down, put his face right in between her legs and sucked hard on her clit. She cried out again, momentarily forgetting they were in a semi-public place and that people might hear her. She writhed beneath him and her hands pinched and tugged at her erect nipples. His tongue swirled around her clit and then dipped down lower into her pussy, tasting her sweet honey.

“Oh Brett, Jesus Christ that’s amazing,” she muttered, and he continued forcing his tongue into her slit. He moved back up to her clit and inserted two fingers into her soaking pussy, immediately finding her g-spot and rubbing it forcefully.

Insane with ecstasy, Lindsay cried out a string of nonsensical words, “Oh! fuck! yes! Jesus! God! fuck! damn! oh! fuck! oh! yes!”

She was close to cumming and he wanted to make sure he was able to drink from her gushing pussy that he had so longed to taste. His tongue massaged her clit and he thrust his fingers hard against her g-spot. She wildly tossed her head back and forth and beat her fist on the seat, her eyes closed tightly and mouth biting at her lower lip. He removed his fingers and moved his mouth down to drink her juices as she came, waves of pleasure radiating from her clit through the rest of her body. Her pussy spasmed against his tongue and she exclaimed another series of nonsense words, her mind too wrapped up in desire to form conscious sounds.

His cock was hard again from watching her thrash during her orgasm and he could no longer control his lust for this sexy woman. Before she had fully recovered, he mounted her and drove his cock into her dripping pussy. She yelled out in surprise, opening her eyes to see his gorgeous face above hers. He bent down to kiss her as he thrust into her again vigorously. Her nails dug hard into escort güngören his back and the pain was so unexpected it forced him to drive into her even harder. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she lifted her ass off the floor to allow him to penetrate her even more deeply. Plunge after plunge sent them both reeling to a state of ecstasy that neither had experienced before. He grabbed her firm breasts and held them as he thrust, then moved his hands down to her lush hips. Holding her tightly, he pounded his cock into her harder and harder.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me,” she said breathily, and moaned loudly.

Once again his balls tensed and he knew he was going to cum. He thrust one last time, and at the moment he came, she arched her back in her second wave of orgasmic bliss. Her pussy contracted around his throbbing cock as his load shot into her, her muscles milking and draining his sperm. They held that position for a few moments, lost in the sheer pleasure they had finally experienced with one another.

“Oh, oh, oh God, oh my Christ,” Lindsay panted as she relaxed onto the floor. Brett pulled his wilting cock from her pussy and laid on his back next to her.

“Wow,” was all he could manage to say.

“Yeah,” she replied.

They lay together for a few minutes as their breath returned to its normal rate. She realized that their mixed fluids were dripping from her vagina onto the back of the seat and she should probably get cleaned up. She had lost her mind momentarily while experiencing the most incredible pleasure she had ever felt in her life, but now reality was slowly settling back in and she didn’t want to soil her brand new car.

She reached down in the floorboard and emerged with a box of baby wipes which she always kept on hand. Brett looked at her with a mixture of adoration and comic puzzlement on his face.

She giggled and said, “I don’t want love stains on my new car. Is that wrong?”

They cleaned themselves and dressed again. Still not ready to be even arms length apart, they cuddled up together in the back of the Jeep, holding and kissing each other and whispering into each others’ ears.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” Brett asked, genuinely concerned.

“Who gives a fuck?” Lindsay replied. “I mean, this is an airport. People seeing people who they’ve been apart from. I expect that there’s a lot of fucking going on in this parking garage on any given day.”

“Really? In public?”

“I bet you ten bucks. Maybe we should ask the parking security. They would know.”

“You’re on,” he replied, and they shook hands.

After another few minutes in each other’s arms, Lindsay looked at the clock in her dash and realized that it had been an hour and a half since they had gotten to the car.

“I wanna get home so I can fuck you properly,” she insisted.

“What, that wasn’t a proper fucking?” he asked teasingly.

“You know what I mean.”

They reluctantly climbed into the front seats and drove out of the garage. Before leaving, however, Lindsay stopped at the security booth and rolled down her window.

“Excuse me, sir?”

The middle-aged man looked up at her through the glass. “Yes?”

“I was wondering if you could answer a question for me. See, my friend and I were discussing whether or not a lot of… well… nookie takes place in the parking garages. I personally think that since it’s a place where people are reuniting, that sometimes they can’t wait to get home. My friend here doesn’t know if people would actually do that in a public place. So, what is your experience with this subject?”

The security guard looked at her in shock, then realizing that she was serious, he cleared his throat and said, “Well, ma’am, I see a lot of vehicles… uh… rocking on a daily basis. Too many for it to be just someone who may be searching for something in their car, if you know what I mean. But I don’t go inspect or anything.”

Lindsay smiled and looked at her lover. “You owe me ten bucks.”

“As a matter of fact,” the guard continued, “I’m almost positive I saw this here blue Jeep rocking back and forth not too long ago.” The man grinned knowingly.

“I lost my lip gloss,” she replied with a wink, and drove out of the garage toward the airport exit.

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Debbie had spent the whole day pampering herself. After waking up late, she lazily shopped the stiles at the mall, choosing a tight top that showed off her ample cleavage and a new skirt that slid over her shapely ass. Expensive new 4 inch peep-toe heels completed the look. A 3 o’clock appointment at Clipz, her favorite salon, would make sure her hair and nails were perfect. She felt good, about as good as she knew she looked.

She hurried home to get dinner on the table for Tom. Tom would be home by 6, and he didn’t like to wait long to eat. She made sure not to splatter any of the spaghetti sauce, and was just plating the parmagian when she heard his truck pull into the drive. With one last quick look in the mirror, she went to the door to greet him.

Debbie opened the door for him, and took his coat. She pecked him lightly on the cheek. “Hi honey! How was your day?”

“Don’t even ask. What’s for dinner?” He grumbled, without really noticing her, heading for the table.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. She followed behind him, the click click click of her heels beating a staccato in the hall.

Tom sat in his seat, eyes down, thumbing through the mail. Debbie made small talk at him, while she busied herself with the meal. Setting the steaming plate in front of him, careful to avoid the bills, Tom finally moved his eyes up. His gaze traveled the path from the nails, to her perfumed wrist, jumping to her small waist, to the swing of her large breasts. He looked at her red lips, and bold make-up, well styled hair- and his eyes were hard. She met his icy stare and swallowed.

“Going out?” He snarled.

Trying to keep her voice light, Debbie replied, “No, I just had a bit of a me-day. I thought you’d like it? I had my hair done at Clipz, you know how much I like the stylist there, and the top I found at…”

“I don’t care where you fucking found it, how the hell did you pay for it bitch!” he snapped, cutting her nervous ramble off.

Debbie blinked a few times and hung her head. After a tense minute, Tom slapped his palm on the table, making the plates and Debbie jump. “Answer me!” he shouted.

Quietly, more at the table than Tom, Debbie whispered, “I used the credit card.”

“Oh that’s just fucking great Deb. Fucking GREAT! You see these?” He yelled, shaking the bills at her. “Do you see these, you stupid bitch?! These are called bills. I work all fucking day, busting my ass, so I can come home to a wife who can’t even fucking cook- all dolled up like a fucking whore. If you spent half the time on my dinner as you did your fat ass, I might have a decent meal for a change!” At this Tom swept his arm across the table, and food and plates crashed to the floor.

“Tom, I, I, I’m sorry, I can take them back, let me go take them off, I’ll take them back, they weren’t that much, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” Debbie stammered, as Tom pushed out of his seat and advanced on her.

“Damn right you weren’t fucking thinking- you couldn’t, you only got half a brain.” He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. Tears glistened in her eyes. His hand swiftly moved into her hair and yanked at the back of her head. “How you gonna take this back huh? You paid the damn salon for this bullshit.”

Debbie swallowed and blinked, not sure what to say. She escort çapa tried to shake her head but Tom’s grip was too tight. He brought his mouth close to hers, and she felt the spit angrily fly from his mouth.

“You can’t can you, stupid bitch? Didn’t think of that, did you? Fucking whore. My wife is a fucking WHORE! Well you know what? I gotta pay for this goddamn shit, I’m gonna get my money’s worth. You wanna dress like a fucking whore? I’ll treat you like a whore then.” Tom grabbed Debbie by the arm and yanked her towards him. His fingers bit painfully into the soft flesh. She started to cry real tears then, protesting, trying to pull from his tight grasp. He pushed her ahead of him down the hall, into the bathroom, and flung her towards the shower. The high heels made her slip, and she twisted to her knees. He slammed the door behind him, and turned towards her.

“Oh that’s right, see? You are a whore, you know what you gotta do.” Tom towered over her, and Debbie cowered at the sight of him. He grabbed her by the hair again and directed her face towards his zipper. “Suck it.” was all he ordered. Fingers trembling, she undid the zipper and his raging cock jutted out. He was hard as stone and more than ready. A few drops of pre-cum had left a wet circle on his boxers. Gingerly she wet the large head. He had such a fat cock. Decent length, but very thick. She hated sucking it because it stretched the corners of her mouth and hurt. He knew this, but obviously did not care tonight. She tongued slowly the length, trying to buy some time. But she had none.

“C’mon, bitch! I want that fucking cock deep in your throat.” Debbie took the head into her mouth. It was so large she almost gagged with it just resting on her tongue. Suddenly, Tom grabbed her hair with two clenching fists and forced his cock as far as he could. It hit the back of her throat and she gagged. He pumped into her again, and again, shouting at her to open up. She gagged violently and couldn’t catch her breath, her eyes streamed tears, and she choked repeatedly. She began to see stars, but just then Tom pulled his cock from her throat. He gripped her by her arms and pulled her to her feet.

“Not so nice to be a whore, is it?” Tom demanded. “You just wait, I’m just getting started with you.” Debbie moaned at the thought, and pleaded with Tom. She had only done this all to look nice for him!

Tom moved his hands to her tits and twisted. She cast her eyes down, so as not to look in his face as he began to slap each breast. He wasn’t hurting her enough though, he wanted more. He pulled the shirt roughly over her head, smearing her mascara as he did. She gasped when he looked down at the dark streak.

“Shouldn’t of fucking done that.” He growled. “You are so fucking stupid. Guess there’s no returning that now huh?” Debbie could only whimper in reply. He dropped the top and grabbed her bra-straps. In one quick yank, he had flipped the bra down onto her belly and the straps down her arms, pinning them to her sides. He grabbed at her D’s, thumb and forefinger plucking at the nipples. His mouth found one, and his teeth cruelly bit down. Debbie couldn’t help but yelp. Tom pulled off and slapped her tit instead. Hard stinging slaps, one after another onto each breast. When Debbie tried istanbul eskort to pull away from him, he used the bra to pull her close to him. Mouth at her ear, he stuffed one hand into her skirt and found her panty-less.

“FUCKING WHORE!” he bellowed, his anger renewed, as he stuffed two thick fingers deep into her pussy. “You couldn’t even put any panties on, you wanted every man to smell you. You just couldn’t wait to get fucked. Dirty whore. You like this don’t you? Don’t you!? See, you’re so wet already.” His fingers worked inside of her, slick with her wetness. But he was hard and fast and his palm crushing her clit hurt. A third finger was too tight, but he forced it in, and she cried out against his shoulder.

“I paid for my whore, I’m gonna get what’s coming to me.” His voice full of contempt. He pulled his fingers from her pussy suddenly and brought them up to her face. He wiped them under her nose and across her lips, as she tried to wriggle free. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and turned her towards the wall this time, over the toilet. He kicked her legs apart and drove his cock to the hilt in one thrust. She screamed in surprise and pain, the fat head of his cock distending her pussy too fast. She was wet, but not ready for all of him, all at once. He gripped her hips and slid all the way out slowly, only to ram his cock balls deep inside her again. He pushed against her, grabbing her tits, his cock thumping inside her, too big, too deep, too much. Debbie sobbed and hung her head, her palms flat against the wall.

“That’s right, take it all. You know you want this fat cock. Dirty whore, couldn’t wait for me to fill you up.” He began to pump into her fast now, using her hips to pull her back onto him, driving the length of his shaft as far as he could go, as deep as he could go with every thrust. He paused to smack her ass. He liked the way her tits swung when he did, so he smacked her again, and again. She yelled with each whack, trying to catch her breath, choking on her sobs. He spread her ass cheeks wide and watched as his cock slammed in and out of her.

“Oh that’s right, you little whore, you can take all of that fat fucking cock, no problem, can’t you? You like it. You want it. Bad. Tell me how bad you need it. I can tell, you’re getting wetter. Feel that sloppy girl-cum? See how easy it is for this thick dick to just slide right in? Fucking cunt.”

Debbie was wet now. She was also sore. His cock drilled a tattoo into the very center of her frame, her tits were pulled and twisted by his rough fingers. “Please” she whispered hoarsely.

“Please? Please! I’ll fucking please you alright. You know what would have pleased me? To not have a wife who would put me in the fucking poor-house! Please.” He thrust into her one last time, and pulled out, with a wet squelching noise. His cock bobbed before him, but he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to upright. Her legs were weak from the bent position, but he only shuffled her sideways to the sink.

“Look at yourself! Don’t think you look so fucking hot now do you?” her eyes were rimmed with smudged mascara, and black streaks ran down to her chin. She was puffy from all the crying and her lips were bruising from the face fucking. A thin whitish crust had formed to one side of her nose, escort fatih the cum he had wiped there drying.

“I want you to watch this,” he snarled at their reflection. He reached up to the shelf and pulled down a small jar. He took out a large gob and smeared it on the tip of his cock. “If I have to pay for a fucking whore, I’m gonna get the one thing I’m always denied.” realizing what he was about to do, Debbie struggled in earnest. He wrapped one arm tight around her, and used the other to guide his cock between her ass crack.

“Please, no, please, no, Tom, please” she pleaded. Debbie knew his cock was too thick, they had tried anal before, but it was way too painful. She just couldn’t get past that big head! She was scared he would break her.

Tom grinned an evil grin and moved the tip of his cock against her puckered asshole. With a shove, half the head pressed into her backdoor. Debbie screamed again, and tried to pull out of Tom’s grasp. He held her tighter and thrust up again, this time forcing his head into her bowels. Debbie’s mouth opened in a silent “o” it hurt too much even to scream. Her eyes popped wide and a few sharp intakes of breath were the only sound to be heard. Then Tom began to move his cock again. Short little pumps inched his cock into her, wrenching her ass wide, too wide, as Debbie’s open mouthed barks echoed in the small room. Every move tore her apart. Everything hurt. Tom grabbed her hips once he had the full length of his member inside her, ordering her to hold onto the sink. She tried to hold herself up, but the pain was so intense and he was so deep. He slid in and out of her, grunting as he did. Tom forced her eyes back up to the mirror.

“See, you can take my cock in your ass. Dirty whore, you love it. Feels so fucking good. What a lovely tight little virgin ass. All. Fucking. Mine.” Debbie just wished him to cum. She was wet with her juices, her ass sticky from the lube Tom had used. A trickle of blood seeped down her thigh. She panted and moaned, hoping he must be close. Every tiny in or out of his cock achingly stretched her ass wider still, and her clit throbbed in time with his thrusts. He seemed to guess how wet she must be, and reached under clumsily to her soaked pussy, fumbling the tips of three fat fingers inside of her. Incredibly tight with his cock filling her ass and his fingers wriggling into her pussy- Debbie knew she must be a gaping mess.

Finally, after what seemed forever, Tom’s fingers bit into her hips and jerked her ass against him. His cock buried in her ass he came, great throbbing spurts. He pulsed inside her ass and fell against her, mashing her against the sink. His cock shrank and slipped out of her aching ass, plopping a slop of cum onto the tile. He stepped away from her and used the hand towel to wipe his face and dry off his cock. Debbie sank to her knees at the sink, covering her face with her hands, too drained to cry any longer. Tom finished with the towel and chucked it at her head, sniggering, “Clean yourself up- you’re a mess.” Before he opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.

The next morning, Debbie examined her body in the mirror before her shower. Her lips were still puffy, and a shadow ran near the corner of her mouth. Finger shaped bruises marked her arms, and light purple welts splotched her breasts and ass. Her pussy was tender to the touch, and her ass was painful with each step. She couldn’t make a single move without a reminder of last night. Debbie grabbed her cell and dialed a number she knew by heart. But as soon as she heard “Good Morning, this is Clipz, how can I help you?” Debbie smiled.

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I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some ice cream. I ran in, thinking that it would only be a minute. Paying no attention to the fellow shoppers, I started over to the frozen section. I noticed a guy looking at me. I smiled at the thought of someone eyeing me, but thought nothing of it. When the guy in front of me turned around to sniff me; I felt that something was off. Discreetly trying to see if my deodorant had stopped working, I walked around him.

Moving through the frozen foods section, another guy winked at me. That had me checking my reflection in the freezer glass. Everything was fine. My hair was in place, and my makeup was doing its magic

Puzzled, I walked over to the ice cream section. I was reaching for the pint of double chocolate chip that was hiding from me when I felt a touch on my arm. I looked into a set of the most wonderful dark blue eyes and dark hair. His tight, faded jeans and sports jersey covered a lean build. He was a lot taller than me and naughty thoughts about size differences flew through my head. Stifling a giggle, I moved over a half step.

Leaning slightly toward me, he said in a low voice, “Hello, I am going to fuck you.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, thinking I must have heard him wrong. Surely he didn’t say THAT, did he?

“You’ve got it.”

His finger moved to touch my bottom lip. I could feel my nipples instantly harden and moisture begin just from that touch. It had been so long since I had made love, being single and working long hours didn’t help either. I wanted him right then so bad that I could taste it. A stranger, crazy, or weirdo he may be, but I wanted him.

“Got what?” Thoughts of flinging him to the floor of the store float through my head.

“It’s the scent. A man can tell when a woman needs to be fucked. I have never smelled any stronger than yours. I know I can help you. Are you willing to let me?”

His finger, finished with my lip, slipped into my mouth. I sucked lightly on it, surprising myself.

I nodded my head in answer. This man could have asked me to lie down right there and I would have. A scent? My scent? I never knew there was such a thing. Not sure that this wasn’t just a pick up line, I dismissed that thought. Who cared really?

He took my hand and led me from the store.

Heads turned, as we passed other guys. I could see that they were staring at me. Could what he said be true? Leading me to the car, my thoughts raced through my head. Could I really fuck a stranger?

“Wait,” şişli escort bayan I said, as he opened the door, “maybe this isn’t a great idea…”

Without a word he pushed me in and shut the door. He moved rapidly around to the driver’s side and got in. Putting in the keys and starting the engine, he turned to me, “You are mine to fuck. Know it and accept it.”

Just those words and my legs trembled. Was I going to be his Fuck? I certainly hoped so. He reached over and raised my shirt just enough to reach my breast. My stomach clenched with the bolt of heat that came from his touch. I could feel my panties become wet instantly. Squeezing my legs together, I tried not to let what was happening show. He turned to look at me. He knew what was happening to me.

He pinched my nipple and smiled. I couldn’t hold back a moan.

“We are close to my house.” His fingers kept up their pressure. “I ‘m going to fuck you jelly legged, babe.”

I wanted that to be true. I lifted his hand and placed his finger to my mouth. Using my tongue, I licked the end and sucked it slowly into my mouth. He jumped slightly, and we swerved on the road. Thinking of nothing but the feelings flowing through me, I could have cared not if we had wrecked. I was beyond reason. My teeth nipped his finger as I slowly removed it from my mouth.

I leaned over toward the driver’s side. The console was pressing into my stomach as I ran my hands up his arm and down his chest. His muscles were hard under my hand. I could feel his breathing quicken. Placing my lips near his ear, I used my tongue to flick the bottom of his lobe and whispered softly, “You sure you can handle it?”

“Damn straight,” he said as he turned quickly into a driveway. Slamming the car into park and leaping out, he had my door open before I had even made it back to my seat.

He grabbed my hand, saying not a word as we headed for the door. He shoved me inside and slammed the door. His hands cupped the back of my neck as he kissed me, his tongue seeking mine. My hands moved up his back, lifted his shirt and lightly scraped his back with my nails.

Jerking his mouth away, he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off. My lacy bra strained against swollen breasts. He pulled me to him to kiss and lick my neck. The heat of his tongue had me tilting my head so he could do more. Kissing his way to my breasts, he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

My nipples were rock hard with excitement, bağcılar escort bayan poking through my bra. His lips sucked one little pebble into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. Soft kisses eased the sting. He flicked the clasp open with his fingers. Without moving his mouth from my nipple, he slid the bra off. He molded my tits in his hands as he alternated between nipples with his mouth.

Moaning loudly, I cupped his head in my hands and held him where he was. I could feel myself getting wetter, soaking my panties. Stepping back, he pushed my pants down, then hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties. He pushed them both off and helped me step out of them as I kicked off my shoes.

Grabbing his shirt to remove it, his hands covered mine. Together we ripped it over his head and threw it to the floor. Kissing my way down his chest, I stopped to suck gently on his nipples. I could feel him jump as I moved down to cup the bulge that was straining there. I unbuttoned his fly, freeing him. His cock moved in the air as I did.. He had worn nothing under those tight jeans.

He kicked off his shoes and jeans in one swoop. I dropped to my knees to lick the pre cum that was slowly coming out. My tongue swirled over the head. My hands stroked him, moving to cup his sac as I took him in my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head, he started to move, fucking my face, not crudely, but slowly, making growling sounds as he moved.

He left my mouth, pulling me up until I leaned against the wall. Making his way down my body, licking and kissing my stomach and thighs as he did. He moved his hands everywhere, stroking and spreading my ass, opening me wide. His mouth moved to my clit, his tongue stroking and attacking me. My legs lost all strength as he held me up in his warm hands. I was unable to control myself. I pushed against his mouth. The sensations bombarded me as raw nerves reacted to every touch. I couldn’t help the protest that erupted from my mouth when he stopped and stood up, leaving me hanging.

Grabbing my hand, he led me into his bedroom. I only had time to see a huge bed before he picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He laid me on the bed and covered me with his hard body. His lips met mine, and I could taste myself as his tongue once again dueled mine. As we kissed, I rubbed my hands over his back and down to clutch his ass, trying to pull him inside me. I needed him NOW!

Thank whomever you like. His dick acted like it escort bayan zeytinburnu had a mind of its own. It slipped inside me, stretching me. Grabbing my hips he started to move. I dug my feet into the bed. I needed the support and balance to move in tandem with him. Those glorious feelings were returning. With every stroke he made, it pushed me closer to my edge. With a loud grunt he pulled out of me and stood up. I couldn’t believe that he stopped. I lay there for a moment, my whole body throbbing with want.

He pulled me off the bed and turned me around. Getting the message, I climbed back on the bed and onto my knees, offering myself to him. Rubbing the head of his dick on my clit for a moment, he then pushed deep into me, making me wince. There was a touch of pain. This was deeper than he had been in before. He stopped for a moment, letting me get used to it. Rubbing my ass, kneading it, he finally stroked slowly. Soft thrusts as his hands held my hips.

Unable to stop myself, I pushed back, wanting the movements. He started thrusting harder, making my breasts swing from the force. Leaning down on one arm, I let my breasts rub again the fabric of the bed, the friction adding to my pleasure. I used one hand to play with my clit as his thrusting became even harder. I rubbed furiously in time with him as he started to groan.

Seeing me touch myself, he whispered, “Oh yea, play with it baby.”

Like I needed any encouragement. I was close…so close. He suddenly gripped me hard enough to bruise and moved so fast he was almost a blur. Knowing the end was near, I rubbed even harder wanting to cum, needing to, and exploded. Unable to stop myself, and uncaring if anyone heard, I screamed; “Oh God…Oh God…”

Leaning down, he nipped the back of my neck. “No, not him, its all me,” he growled.

Moaning, and uttering words that were incoherent, he pushed deeply into me, holding me close as his own orgasm began. I could feel his dick jump as he shot into me. As soon as his hold relaxed and he pulled back, I collapsed face down on the bed.

The bed shifted as he crawled up beside me. Turning my head, I saw he looked as worn out as I felt. I gave him a sly grin, “That was the best pick up line I ever heard.”

“I had hoped it would work. It seemed the right thing to say.”

“You caught me in the right mood. But now, you have to take me back. I still have shopping to do.”

When I return to the store, no one noticed me and all seemed normal again. Wanting to make sure that I wasn’t too mussed, I looked into the reflection in the freezer door again. Looking closer, I could see that my shirt had writing on it.

“If you can smell my scent, I’m ready.”

Laughing to myself, I finally got what had happened. Scent indeed, I thought as I grabbed my ice cream and left.

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As I opened my eyes and inhaled deeply the first thing I realised was that I was completely naked. My hands were bound by some soft velvety material to the bedposts. I smiled. Even as he made it impossible for me to move he made sure I was comfortable. Under me were black sheets made of silky satin. Just the feel of them made me moist between my legs. I tried to rub my thighs together, but couldn’t. He’d bound my feet to the end bed posts. I let out a small chuckle and I leaned my head back and moaned his name, “Oh Anthony…What are you up to?”

“You know perfectly well what I’m up to, doll.” I raised my head up and looked around for him. The room was in semidarkness lit only by one candle on the night stand.

“Where are you babe?” I called out to him.

“Now, come on Rose, we talked about this…” His voice seemed to come from the alcove close to the window where I liked to sit on rainy days to read.

“Right. Right..I forgot, Anthony. Come out let me see you.” I said.

“No. I’m not ready for you just yet” I heard the flick of a lighter and saw his face illuminated briefly while he lit a mecidiyeköy escort bayan cigarette.

I smiled as I understood what he meant. I tried to hoist myself up to a half sitting position, leaning on my elbow as I smiled in the most mischievous way I know, “What did I do, Anthony? Why are you punishing me?”

A cloud of smoke poured out of the alcove, “You’ve been a bad girl, Rose. And bad girls always have to be punished. That’s the only way you’ll learn. You burnt my chicken. I asked you to do one thing and you botched it. What do you have to say for yourself?”

I pretended to hang my head in shame, “That’s only because I couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to do to me. I’m sorry Anthony, I couldn’t help it. I pictured you stripping me naked on the kitchen table and fucking me senseless. I got wet so quickly that I had to stop and attend to myself. I sat down at the kitchen table and put my legs up leaving my pussy spread hot and ready. I was so wet, babe. My clit was aching. I put a finger on either side of my clit and rubbed until I could barely bayrampaşa escort bayan take it. But it wasn’t the same. I closed my eyes and slipped two fingers inside and tried to picture you there beneath the table, fingering me.”

I heard the soft fap fap noises that he makes when he’s stroking that amazing cock and I continued, “I tried, Anthony, but my small fingers only went in so far. I rubbed and rubbed but I couldn’t cum…so you know what I did next?”

“What?” The question came to me in a half lethargic way, as if his mouth was hanging open at my words.

“I grabbed that big cucumber on the counter and fucked myself with complete abandon.” I paused to insert an appropriate shudder of pleasure,” I have been a bad girl, Anthony but not in the way you think. You won’t believe the mess I made. By the time I finished cleaning it up I realised the chicken was beyond saving.”

He stood up and walked towards me. As he came into the beam of light I saw that he did indeed have his mouth hanging open. He was stark naked too and that cock that I couldn’t stop escort bayan bahçelievler thinking about was completely hard and stood at attention. He shook his himself out of the reverie and walked over to the night stand lighting two more candles. Then two more on the dresser.

“You fucked yourself with a cucumber. While thinking about me.” He said it as though in disbelief. “You fucked yourself with a cucumber, Rose? At the kitchen table? God…what am I going to do with you?”

I giggled as he crept up on the bed and moved on top of me. He planted his knees on either side of me and leaned in to kiss me. He took hold of my head and buried his tongue down my throat. I was very conscious of his cock pressing into my stomach and it made me so wet, I knew there was going to be a puddle beneath me before long.

Then he let go of me. I rose up trying to meet his lips but he pulled away, teasing me and chuckling.”Patience, Rose.” He moved down and grabbed hold of my breast swirling his tongue around my nipple as he caressed and pinched the other one until it was hard enough to his satisfaction. Then he switched. He dragged his tongue back up, slightly nipping my neck on the way, to my mouth, filling it once again. He pulled me up close to him as far as the cords would let him.

Then he released me as suddenly as before. He moved up further on top of me and settled himself with his magnificent member centimetres from my face, “Say ‘ah’, doll.”

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This story would not be what it was without the contribution of Tahrima Begum. She wrote some of the best parts.

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Khadijah Suleiman was struggling with her faith ever since her divorce 2 years ago. She had stopped going to the mosque as she felt god had abandoned her when she needed him most. She was always a dutiful wife and put her husband’s needs above her own.

Khadijah always dressed modestly and she would wear the hijab to keep her modesty. But at the age of 43 after devoting most of her adult life to her husband he left her for his teenage secretary. It sickened Khadijah that her husband was able to behave in such a vile way but still act so piously at the mosque. It disgusted her more that the congregation despite knowing his sins accepted him. There was a ‘boys will be boys’ attitude towards her husband’s affair and it made her so angry. For years she had put up with the lame sex, she had been cursed with a high sex drive but her husband could not keep up and she would use her hands or toys she had acquired over the years to bring her relief when her husband was at work.

She was always loyal to her husband and despite her curse she maintained a devotion to her religion and her husband. It was only in moments that her mind and body left her with no option but to release that tension. She was active in the mosque and would often organise the local charity drives. But her relationship with the mosque changed when her husband’s infidelity came to light. She felt like she had been betrayed not only by her husband but also the mosque. Which wasn’t surprising as it was mainly run by Pakistani men, who had always been uncomfortable with her having a leadership position within the community.

Her husband married his young secretary within 3 months of their divorce and she soon gave birth. This hurt Khadijah even more as she was childless but her husband was having an affair with another woman and got her pregnant.

She would hear the worst things at the mosque that he left her because she was barren. She never fulfilled her wifely duties meaning that she never wanted sex. This made Khadijah angrier than anything and only if these old women and men knew how much she wanted sex. She was shunned as effectively damaged goods by the community. It was when her ex-husband and new wife began attending the mosque that was the last straw for her. She decided to stop attending the mosque as she could not deal with the hypocrisy of the people.

Since that day she found herself becoming more and more reclusive. Her friends from the mosque stopped coming after a while and she found herself extremely lonely. As she grew distant from her religion and society she found herself sinking deeper in to fulfilling her carnal desires. She was fond of dildos and vibrators, as she had acquired a few secretly over the years. She loved fucking herself with a dildo whilst using a vibrator on her nipples. She found herself indulging these acts more and more.

She would spend hours reading erotica and slowly teasing her clit. She would keep herself on the brink of orgasm as she read story after story. She would often start on a romantic story but as her arousal built she would read more depraved stories including interracial, non-consent and BDSM stories. She would always come to the idea of being tied and used. She loved the powerlessness of being a fuck toy for a man. It stemmed from an incident in her past, when she was young and before her marriage.

She was going home from university and was abroad a crowded and cramped train, there was barely any space. She felt a large hand on her abaya covered ass, at first she just brushed it off as an accident, but the hand started to grope her ass firmly. She felt the man’s other hand travel up the front of her body and grope her tits through the material. She remembered being shocked; she couldn’t speak or do anything. She remembered enjoying that feeling. Moaning softly as the man played with her body whilst she was powerless to do something. She remembered the man telling her that he would get off in two stops and for her to follow him. He then turned her face towards him, he was an older white man, and he brought his lips to hers and kissed her. And then he got off after two stops, except she didn’t follow, fear and the way she was raised prevented her.

Now she often imagined what would have happened if she had followed the man. As she found herself more cut off from the real world she found herself indulging these depraved fantasies even more. Her choice of toys has become even naughtier and she even bought handcuffs as she played with the idea of being restrained. She also began to wear slutty string thongs and small lacy bras that barely held up her 36EE’s. She liked feeling sexy at all times underneath her conservative Islamic clothes and hijab.

If she ever had a visitor she would make sure that everything was hidden away in a room where she kept all her perverted items escort bayan kağıthane but visitors were more infrequent now as she had spent most of her life in the mosque but they now saw her as a damaged woman. The few women she stayed in touch with rarely visited and when they did speak to her they did with such condescending pity that she hated being in their company.

She found herself being more and more cut off that her only real interaction now came at the supermarket and the building maintenance manager that visited once a month.

George Jones at the age of 67, found himself taking a job as the maintenance manager despite having enough money to retire he simply hated the idea of staying alone in his apartment with nothing to do. The job kept him busy and he enjoyed meeting the other residents.

George would meet Khadijah once a month to survey the apartment and fix any repairs or problems. Khadijah kept the apartment clean and it had a homely feel but George could not help but notice a smell that lingered in the air. George had been widowed for 5 years now and it had been even longer since he smelt a woman but he was certain that this was the smell of a woman. He knew Khadijah was a single woman and seemed to be a religious type so he always thought he was mistaken.

One day curiosity got the better of him. On his monthly visit Khadijah had complained that her conditioning did not seem to be working. George had promised to perform a service to get it working at full capacity. It was a hot summer and he did not want the apartment turning into a sweat box.

The smell would not escape George’s senses and as he serviced the air conditioning in each room he slid a small undetectable camera in the air conditioning. Khadijah thanked him for fixing the air conditioning and promised to show her appreciation.

George eagerly got back to his apartment as he watched Khadijah through the various cameras. Khadijah went through her normal day as she resolved herself that she would not succumb to her sinful desires today. George simply continued to watch as Khadijah called her mother and spoke in her native tongue. There was something about hearing her speak in a foreign tongue that really turned on George. He began to feel a growing obsession over this hijabi. Later in the evening Khadijah began to relax into some loungewear and removed her hijab.

George had spent hours watching her do the smallest things almost forgetting his own life. He was eating his dinner which was canned soup as he watched Khadijah remove her hijab and shake her hair out. He felt a growing obsession come over him as he continued to watch. Khadijah enjoyed a beautiful cooked meal and brought out her laptop.

She removed her pyjamas to reveal the sluttiest underwear set George had ever seen. She looked practically obscene. Her humongous tits were spilling out of the tiny bra and her thong did nothing to cover her cunt. George was stroking his big cock as he watched Khadijah get into bed.

Khadijah was feeling so horny, which was a common feeling for her these days, especially at night. She had tried to keep her resolve and even called her mother to try and distract her but it was no use. She was too horny.

She had always fantasized about taking a white man as a lover, stemming from her past experience and every time George visited that fantasy seemed to be at the forefront of her mind. She did not know why. He was fat and old; he had a harmless charm that she found cute. Or maybe it was because he was the only man she had seen in so long.

She went straight to the interracial section for erotica. She was only interested in stories of brown women getting used by white men. She pulled her breasts out of her bra as she began to slowly tease her nipples as she enjoyed story after story of a brown woman getting fucked by a big white cock. She would never do something like this in real life but she liked the fantasy.

She was 45 and her best years were behind her. She had put on some weight since her divorce and she was content with losing herself to this online world of fantasy. She brought out a small vibrator which she placed against her clit under her thong.

She had it on a low setting as she enjoyed the sensations while continuing to read more depraved stories. She enjoyed stories of Muslim women committing blasphemy while being fucked by an infidel lover. There was just something about the blasphemy that really turned her on. She tried to find non-consent stories of white men and brown Muslim women but very few writers would attempt this.

George could not believe what a horny slut Khadijah was. She had been on her laptop for more than 4 hours as she kept herself on the brink of orgasm. He had been edging himself as he tried to hold off until she was ready to cum. He so desperately wanted to fuck her.

She put her laptop to the side and he saw that she had been reading erotic stories. She slid escort bayan beyoğlu her thong down to her knees and began to pull out a dildo from her drawer. George had a giggle at the size as it was only a 7 inch dildo. He thought she would enjoy his large 10 inch cock if he ever got the chance but how would he ever get the chance. He could not reconcile the slut he saw on screen with the pious lady he encountered every month.

Khadijah impaled herself with the large dildo. It was bigger than her husband’s and she loved the feeling of a big cock inside of her. She fucked herself furiously with the dildo as she had worked herself into such a horny state from reading all the erotica. She finally climaxed as she clutched the bed sheets and threw her head back.

“Oh fuck me George.” She muttered to herself.

George thought he had heard his name but it had been a long night and he was so worked up he thought it must because of his horny state. George watched Khadijah every day and night as his obsession grew. On his next visit George stayed a little longer than usual doing odd jobs around the apartment for Khadijah. Khadijah wanted George to look at the water pressure in the shower. As he was in the bathroom he noticed that the laundry hamper was within reach. Khadijah went to make him a coffee as George wasted no time in pocketing a dirty pink thong from the basket.

He fixed the water pressure for Khadijah and he liked how grateful she was.

“You are such a kind and helpful man, Mr. George.” She said as he gathered his things.

“It is just George and I am happy to help the most beautiful tenant in the building.” George said as he began to see Khadijah in a different light. He wanted to now work an angle to see the slut within her.

“Oh. George. You liar.” She said as she tried to brush his comment away.

“I don’t need to lie. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and it just makes me wonder what is under…well I think I better not say.” He said letting her mind wonder what he was going to say.

Khadijah could not get his words out of her mind. She could not remember the last time she had heard someone give her a compliment like that. That night she could not stop thinking about George and what he what he meant by “it just makes me wonder what is under…” what did he mean? He could only mean under her hijab or did he mean under her clothes? Would he appreciate the slutty underwear she was wearing?

That night Khadijah brought out her 6 inch vibrating dildo. She was rubbing it along her slit as she read interracial stories about white men and Muslim sluts. She slid the vibrating dildo inside her as she felt an urgent desire, one that had to be quenched. When she initially entered the dildo inside of her it was in the lowest setting but that was not enough to get her off. So she switched up through the gears until it was at full power as she fucked herself with the dildo. The laptop fell to the side as she was lost to the sexual feelings.

“Fuck me. Fuck this beautiful girl. Beautiful girl. Oh look at me. Look under my hijab. Oh fuck me, George!!” Khadijah moaned as she felt the most powerful orgasm. Little did she know that George was watching her and licking her dirty thong as fisted his cock to her.

George waited another month to see her. He hated having to wait this long but he wanted to plan his move carefully. The next time he was over she did not have much work but George just enjoyed a coffee with her. They were just discussing books and Khadijah said she loved romance novels. George knew her real interest was in erotica but he played along with her.

“I have recently bought a new book but I am a terrible reader. It is a romance novel and you may enjoy it. If I brought it around next week, would you want to read it together?” George asked innocently.

Khadijah had to admit she liked his company and she had even begun to consider him a friend. Khadijah went to clean her cup as George finished his. She was at the sink when George approached her from behind and handed her the cup.

As his arm came around her she felt him pressed against her from behind. She could feel his erection against her ass and without thinking she pushed her ass back against his cock. He pressed his arm against her heavy tits before she took the cup. And he moved away. She leaned a little against the sink for support as she found herself breathing heavy. Her mind flashing back to all those years ago. She did not know what had come over her as her fantasy world spilled over into the real world for a moment.

George gathered his things and made his way to the door. Khadijah somehow managed to calm herself a little and went to the door to see him out.

“I will see you tomorrow for our little reading club,” she said as George left.

“Yes. I am excited. I am lucky to have such a beautiful reading partner.” George commented.

“Oh George. Please stop.” Khadijah escort bayan esenler said.

“I mean it. You are so beautiful and dare I say it, so sexy. I mean look at that body. What I would do…I am sorry. I will see you next week.” George finished before leaving, he knew that his compliments were having an effect on her after all he had seen the proof.

As soon as George left Khadijah closed the door and turned around leaning back against it. She tore off her abaya revealing her bra and thong underneath. She slid her thong to the side and inserted two fingers inside as she began to finger herself furiously. She was moaning so loudly.

“Fuck this sexy girl. Fuck her. Oh George, what would you do? Oh fuck me you big dick infidel.” She moaned as she felt herself cum in a shuddering orgasm.

As she came to her senses she panicked thinking her neighbors heard but when she checked her peephole no one was outside to her relief. George had hurried back to his apartment but the camera angle did not cover the door and he cursed himself. But he had heard what she said and he liked that she had just cum to the thought of him.

That week George visited an adult bookstore. He picked out a very explicit porn novel. On the surface it seemed like a 50 Shades type of story but it promised some extremely explicit sex scenes. George took the book to their reading club and Khadijah welcomed him.

“You have such a beautiful smile. I like seeing you happy,” commented George as soon as he entered.

“I am excited about our club,” Khadijah said enjoying his compliment. Trying her best to hide the fact that she was blushing.

“Me too. I am hoping it helps with my reading as I have not always been the brightest.” George said.

“I will help you. We will read together.” Khadijah said as George brought out the book. The book started off innocent enough. George read the first few pages and the Khadijah read a few pages.

Mid way through the reading George said he needed to use the bathroom. He had planned this as he wanted to steal another of Khadijah’s thongs. He made his way to the bathroom where he pocketed a purple thong when a thought occurred to him. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.

He was almost fully erect as being around Khadijah always made him hard. He entered the room acting as though he had forgotten to put it away. Khadijah’s eyes were immediately drawn to it and she could not take her eyes off it. Her eyes were wide like never before and her breathing became heavy. She could not believe that she was staring at his huge cock and that it was out in the open. George sat down as though there was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Sorry about that. Shall we continue reading?” Asked George.

“Uhm. George. You have…Your…coc…your thing..it’s..” Khadijah said as she pointed to George’s cock. George looked down and acted embarrassed and shocked as he began to tuck his large cock away.

“I am sorry, old age can make you forget the most basic of things.” He replied playing up the whole old helpless man act. Khadijah felt a little bad for him, he was clearly starting to forget things. But Khadijah was so lost in her mind and what she had seen that she didn’t question whether it was really an innocent mistake or not as George took over the reading. Her eyes kept glancing at his large crotch as she visualized the big cock she had seen moments ago. The image was burned in to her mind, and she wanted to see it again. Part of her was cursing at her, telling her to get a grip, but she ignored that part of her.

George began reading about the lead character being fucked in a graphic manner as Khadijah struggled to contain her feelings. She continued to nod along as her body burned up and she could feel her sensitive nipples rub against the inside of the lace bra. She began to squeeze her legs together as she became even hornier. She was biting her lips as the story only became hotter and more detailed. She sneaked her hand between her legs as she kept the pressure on her clit. She bit her lip harder as she struggled to contain her moans. George finished the chapter and closed the book.

“I don’t know about you but I am feeling pretty hot after that. I hope you are not wearing much under there. Same time next week?” George asked as he began to take more risks with his comments.

Khadijah was unable to speak as she simply nodded. She walked George to the door but as he passed her to leave she brushed her hand against his crotch. She did not know what was coming over but the sight of his cock was making her lose control. As he left she leaned against the door as she tried to gather her thoughts. She needed to take care of her needs and in an almost zombie like trance she walked to her bedroom as she began to strip of her clothes.

She found her biggest dildo which was around 7 inches but it was nowhere near what she saw on George. She was naked as she got on the bed and furiously fucked her wanton cunt. She was hungry for a real cock but this would have to do to satisfy her needs for now.

She stuck the dildo against the headboard as it had a suction cup at the bottom. She began to position herself in the doggy position as she rode the dildo like a bitch in heat. She could not deny what she really was.

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Friday morning began as every other weekday, with Vanya waiting for the elevator in her office building’s lobby. She flipped her long dark hair back as she shifted her large handbag from one hand to another, shrugging out of her linen jacket. She absentmindedly brushed at the front of her low-slung skirt, trying to rid the silky fabric of the light creases caused from sitting during her train ride to work.

She was softly tugging at her tunic top, straightening its side slits when she heard the soft ding announcing the elevator’s arrival as it came up from one of the sub-basements, already filled with a number of people who parked their cars in the building’s underground parking lot.

As she stepped into the elevator, her breath caught slightly in her throat as she spotted Eric towards the back of elevator in one of the corners. He was the IT manager for Vanya’s firm – handling all sorts of computer and tech issues.

He was also a very handsome man that Vanya often found herself daydreaming about. Short dark brown wavy hair and even darker eyes. Tall, on the lean side. Masculine build. Something as simple as faded jeans, desert boots and an espresso brown collar-less button-down shirt looked absolutely sinful on him. The top buttons of his shirt today were undone and Vanya noticed a touch of chest hair peeking from the fabric, which made her stomach do a quick flip-flop.

To make matters worse… or better, they had flirted with one another recently at the firm’s annual picnic and softball game. They’d gotten paired off at the batting cages on the sign-up sheets for practice for four weeks before the picnic and so were pretty comfortable in close proximity of each other, the chemistry between them apparent.

Smiling, she joined him near the back, excusing herself past a few people.

Before she turned her back to him, she greeted him with a “Hey Eric. Happy Friday.”

She was rewarded with a flash of his smile at her and only for her — a smile which made his boyish dimples deepen and only made him better-looking, somehow manly and boyish at once.

“Likewise, Vanya, thank God it’s Friday.”

It made her sigh quietly to herself as her insides fluttered, his voice saying her name in a way that she would definitely replay in her mind later when she was alone.

As more people stepped into the elevator, Vanya was forced back, closer to Eric. Standing nearly in front of him, she stepped back to make more room, but caught the heel of her sandal in the tile grooves of the elevator floor, nearly falling into Eric.

Eric quickly reached out and placed his hands on her hips to steady her. After a series of exchanged apologies and chuckles, a tongue-tied silence settled between them.

And Eric kept his hands firmly on her hips.

Instead of pushing them away or pulling away from them, Vanya luxuriated in the heated sensation they caused her to feel through the material of her short summer outfit, as well as the effect his hands were having on her quickening heartbeat and the warmth hastily spreading through her lower body. She knew she had developed a bit of a crush on him, but the way her heart was beating, you’d think she was the class wallflower being asked to prom by the varsity quarterback!

Eric’s own heartbeat had shot up at the mere sight of Vanya’s lush figure stepping into the elevator. And the feeling of her silk-clad skin beneath his hands caused a slow blood surge below his belt. He was close enough to smell escort bayan sultangazi her perfume, musky and sweetly nutty, like almonds. Before he could stop the thought of “she smells good enough to eat” from manifesting itself in his brain, the bulge in his jeans heartily agreed with Eric as it pressed more and more against his zipper, as if it wanted to reach out for a taste.

At first, he felt embarrassed and meant to let go of her immediately. But his hands lingered, his thumbs brushing her hip bones, with minds of their own. Seconds ticked by and the thought of letting her go seemed an impossible thing to do as he slowly became conscious of the fact that Vanya had not moved away or tried to free herself from his grasp. Eric’s heartbeat increased further as his groin tightened more. He mentally debated with himself. This small taste of her body against his hands made him strangely brave in this public space as he craved more of her.

Slowly, he slid his hand along her thigh, down to the end of her skirt. When his fingers touched her skin, they both gasped slightly — his hand and her thigh both emanating waves of heat. He trailed his fingers across the hem, running them slowly against her sun-kissed skin. Hesitantly, he slowly went up her thigh, this time beneath her skirt, giving her ample time to object and move away from his efforts.

Vanya could feel goose bumps forming over her entire body. It was so clandestine, so pleasant, so naughty, so delicious and honestly sooo fucking hot – she knew she should stop him, but it felt amazingly crazy and even empowering to be touched in such an erotic way during such a normally mundane activity as riding an elevator. Add to that, not being able to see his face drove her thoughts in many directions at once, as she nibbled on her lower lip, curious to see how far Eric would take this little escapade in a public place.

Eric reveled in how soft her skin actually was — he had pleasured himself more than a few times imagining her bare body lying next to him, above him, below him. Her satiny skin against his own muscled body.

The temptation was too strong. He slid his fingers over her skirt, downward again along the length of her thigh, then up towards her inner thigh even more slowly, taunting her extra-sensitive skin with his long digits through the thin material.

Vanya went from nibbling to biting her bottom lip in earnest from the pleasure she was deriving from Eric’s touch. And when his fingers almost brushed against her hidden center, she did all she could to not cry out.

As the elevator stopped yet again and the doors slid open, Eric brought his hand upwards and slipped it under her tunic top, letting his hand rest low on her slightly rounded stomach, just above the waistband of her skirt and slipped a finger under, to feel the elastic of her lace panties — he growled deep in his throat, almost to himself, remembering how sexy she’d looked at the picnic in low-riding denim cutoffs and an old rock concert t-shirt that showed off a glimpse of her tummy every time she was at bat and swung at a pitch.

Once the doors closed again, he tentatively slipped his hand beneath the elastic. Vanya’s heart skipped a beat when she felt his fingers traveling down past her pubic bone until they nestled themselves into the dark curls between her thighs. Reaching her tiny cloaked pearl, he caressed her softly, longingly before slipping a finger between her lips, along the escort bayan fatih slit, taunting her hidden nub each time he stroked the length of her.

Vanya closed her eyes, silently thanking the goddesses above for all the people getting on and off the elevator at so many floors. *Oh my, getting off!* She also thanked those ladies of old for the fact that her firm’s offices were on the 75th floor.

It had been a long time since a man had touched her and this felt so good, particularly coming from such a handsome, smart, funny, sweet and now-apparently deliciously naughty-minded guy like Eric. She kept recalling how much fun they’d had chatting and how much she enjoyed watching him play softball, watching his body like a hawk as he played shortstop.

Involuntarily, her hips began to follow the rhythm of his fingers. But his other hand, still on her hip, deftly steadied her swaying hips. He could not, would not risk the other occupants of the elevator catching onto their little game. Thankfully, Vanya’s large handbag and jacket hid everything he was doing to her.

The elevator suddenly stopped, sending Vanya’s body against Eric’s. Pressed against each other, Eric could not prevent his erection from growing a bit bigger. Vanya felt it between her ass cheeks and it excited her even more, knowing how aroused he was getting from simply touching her.

Feeling her nipples hardening and jutting against the lace of her bra, she wished she could feel Eric’s hands on her breasts as well. But that was impossible in the elevator. So she did the only thing her lust-infected mind could think of in this situation – she stayed pressed against Eric’s front and slightly parted her legs, giving Eric silent permission to continue, if he dared, with his brazen though veiled assault on her body.

Keeping her eyes closed, Vanya flexed her hand around her jacket as her other hand held her handbag in a death-grip as she felt Eric unhurriedly slide his middle finger inside her. It took everything she had not to murmur “More” but Eric heard her body’s encouragement nonetheless.

This was insanity, she was so turned on, so moist, that Eric had no trouble slipping his longest finger deep within her. She had never experience getting so wet so quickly, she swallowed hard as her body convulsed around Eric’s finger.

At first, he kept his finger inside without moving, letting her adjust to the sensual invasion. Slowly, he began to thrust it in and out. With long and deep strokes, her wetness eased him further and further into her body. Eric’s cock felt incredibly neglected but that didn’t stop it from hardening additionally, the man’s eyes closing momentarily as he took in the sensation of the warm heat of the woman before him.

Trying to move nonchalantly and not bring attention to herself, Vanya lazily draped her jacket over her arm holding her bag. She let her other arm fall slowly to her side, brushing it against Eric’s arm and grabbed his muscular thigh in silent ecstasy.

Vanya’s grip on his thigh both excited and encouraged Eric and the way she was reacting to his touch made him feel like his heart and his groin would both burst. He really wanted to please her, he was enjoying her body’s reactions and imagined what sort of reaction he’d be able to coax out of her somewhere more private. Once deep inside her again, he caressed her interior walls, trying to reach and massage her G-spot, knowing full well that he’d found it when her escort bayan etiler fingernails drove into the muscled flesh of his thigh. Eric resumed his thrusts, sliding in and out of her heat deeper and faster.

But then he suddenly slid out of her hot contours to caress her hidden nub with his wet finger. Vanya could feel a deep moan of frustration wanting to erupt from her throat. She flexed her neck from right to left and sighed loudly as though she were just trying to release some commuting-to-work tension.

And did she need to release some tension! She felt as well as heard Eric chuckle softly in her ear at her play-acting — that husky laugh of his did unnatural things to her, it made her shudder in frustration that just his voice and hand could undo her this way, this quickly. His nose softly brushed up the length of her neck. She could heard his amusement, realizing how badly he wanted to push free Vanya’s vocal reaction from her lips, knowing that he was responsible for driving her towards the edge.

In a decidedly sensual, but cruel manner, Vanya discreetly swayed her ass against Eric’s crotch to share her frustrations with him. She felt a small bit of satisfaction when she felt the sinewy muscles of his arm flex against her and then felt the sharp intake of breath near her ear. What she did not expect were the two fingers he thrust into her in one deliberate move — she barely managed to hide her surprised gasp behind a quick cough.

Immediately, Eric felt her inner muscles contract around his fingers and he waited before continuing. He knew she was reaching her climax and there weren’t that many floors left before arriving at their office. He put his thumb on her quickly swelling pearl and again began to slide in and out of her, trying to brush her G-spot with his knuckles.

When she began trembling, Vanya lowered her head as she raised her jacket to her face, brushing her fingers against her eyes, as though massaging away a slight headache, huffing out a stuttered breathe. Eric increased his speed until he could feel her shake.

Eric felt her hand tighten on his thigh almost painfully, her nails trying to gain purchase in his flesh as her knees weakened slightly. She managed to climax in silence, head down with every muscle fighting against the tortuously heady sensations plucking at every nerve ending in her body that wanted to make her scream out her bliss.

Slowly sliding his fingers out, he let his hand rest on the curls below her stomach for a few seconds before removing his fingers from her panties. While they both recovered and regrouped, he rested his warm palm on her stomach, caressing her skin, lazily drawing circles around her belly button.

Vanya sensually dragged her fingernails along his forearm, in silent thanks and in sympathy for his own very apparent, to her, condition. Her face was flushed after Eric’s attentions and she could still feel his erection against her as she thought about how he’d satisfied her, but hadn’t gotten himself off.

The elevator dinged once more as its doors opened onto their office floor. Vanya straightened her outfit and pushed her damp bangs off her forehead as she stepped off. Turning slightly, she watched as Eric stepped out and reach for his cell phone from its case on his belt and strategically placed in front of a rather protruding part of his anatomy. He winked at Vanya as he raised his free hand to his lips and quickly licked and kissed the tip of his middle finger before turning his attention back to his phone as he headed towards his office.

Vanya strolled away in the opposite direction, swaying slowly as she took some deep breathes to compose herself, her mind on Eric.

She was really going to have to figure out a way to thank him properly…

… to be continued…

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My story begins a while ago, By then we had flew to Scotland to meet my relatives for my family reunion. I had no problem with that. I hadn’t seen Uncle Lachlan in months it would be fun to see the old fart. I leaned my head against the rest and tried to snuggle in deeper in the seat. My girlfriend was on the side of my mother. They had over booked the plane and as a result my family had been pushed down to coach. It was cramped and loud and noisy, plus last night I had watched Final Destination and my mind had begun playing scenes over and over again. All that combined with September eleventh and my head began spinning. I tried to stretch my legs out but even for a guy of average height like my self couldn’t find leg room. I gave up and looked over to my mom.

“Are you alright? Hungry or something, I can call the stewardess.”

She patted my hand “No dear I’m alright. What about Carla? She may be hungry.”

I wanted to say that she could get it her self but that would be mean of me wouldn’t it? I kissed her cheek and said sure.

I figure I might as well tell it to you like this. I hate my girlfriend. She’s smart, beautiful and healthy those are her only good qualities. Normally she’s colder then a block of ice in Antarctica in a blizzard. I thought it was funny how she could work up a sweat exercising but couldn’t even warm up in… in … in anything. She was just so fucking frosty.

She said it was the sex. She could be right; even I admit that my dick at its hardest was five fucking inches. Maybe I ought to get the surgery but I just couldn’t imagine doing anything that embarrassing. So I just kept my old man like he was. She was the only one complained, or maybe she was the only one who had enough nerve to tell me I don’t know. As it is I’m doubting my dick.

Jesus. In all my ramblings I forgot to introduce my self. I’m Jay Mathews, I own a couple of burger joints in Minnesota and I am fourth generation Scot. Like I said I am average height at five ten. I work out and I can honestly say that I look one of those white guys that play in those cologne or razor commercials. Yeah, I know a lot of things spring up in you mind. One, is he sounds like he is trying to sell him self on a dating service but what can I say? I’m not really a story telling kind a of guy, I sort of give people the facts and not details so kinda of like, bear with me here.

Somehow on the plane I managed to fall asleep on the plane. I blocked out Carla’s complaints about the seating, the food and life and general and fell asleep. Six hours later I woke and we were landing.

I stretched and hoped that she was done. Carla could gripe for hours if given the proper incentive. “So mom, where are we going first?”

“To your great Uncle Lincoln’s; he’s been asking about you for years you know.” “Really,” I said reaching the overhead to grab the carry on, “I never knew that I had an Uncle Linc.”

“Lincoln, dear. Yes, you have one on your father’s side.”

“Fine whatever, were a local Hertz dealer? God, do they even have one in this country?” The stewardess/ flight attendant, which ever one was PC, walked by and said that there was one in the airport. I smiled at her and she went on her merry way.

By the time I rented the car and gathered the luggage every one had been suffering from jet lag and all piled in the manliest vehicle of them all; the mini-van.

My Aunt Leda picked up the cell phone and called Uncle Linc. “Okay Jay, he says his house is only forty-five minutes from the airport. Drive down this street for twenty minutes make a left and one right then go straight and bam, you are there,”

As I drove down the last unpaved street in civilization, I looked out the window and saw the most incredible looking woman in the world walking up it. She sort of looked like a cross between Halle Berry and another beautiful black woman. The first thing that crossed my mind was; I liked to fuck her. The second thing that crossed my mind is that I really want to fuck her. Then lastly, why the hell is she walking? It’s been my experience that beautiful women can get a ride by just breathing. So why chance it? This is Scotland and even in the twentieth century everything is pretty much spaced out. I looked at her hard and long. I was really looking so hard that my eyes where off the road, we could have ran into a house or in Scotland’s case a cow or something. I turned away from her but not before she smiled suggestively at a guy in a minivan full of people. Hmm, no woman I knew, in the good old US of A that is, would smile at a guy in a minivan. Must be the climate.

We had finally made it to Uncle Lincoln’s uhm, home? Lincoln’s modest abode as my mother called, it was actually a castle; turns out that it had been in the family for years. We were all momentarily stunned at the grandeur of the old thing. During the thirties one member of my family had married a very rich lady and had the castle renovated. The outside looked formidable. It made us all feel as if we were going taksim bayan escort to our death; or to be more precise Mel Gibson’s death. The real working drawbridge and moat sometimes does that.

Still we entered and Uncle Lincoln met us half way. He was a big guy and looked as if at one point in time he was a boxer or the old guy in Brave Heart. He smiled and showed us all a rather worn pair of dentures. Mom smiled back and asked where our rooms were. There were twenty bedrooms and he simply commissioned us to pick the one we fancied. “Are you serious?” Carla asked

“Aye that I am. However, I mun tell ye that the privy is no’ workin’ in many. So be wise in your choice. I ha’ some people comin’ on the morrow to check aboot it.” My relatives all scrambled up the stairs to pick a room. I lagged behind in the foyer. “So what’s got you so glum? Is it that bonny lass that took off upstairs?” “No.” The urge to admit that I had Brave Heart on DVD back home was overpowering with this man.

“Well lad since ye don’ feel compelled ta tell me ye story, I suggest ye take a walk. Behind the castle is a glade. Its verra rejuvenating.”

I nodded. Maybe I did need to clear my mind and the land here was beautiful. I took my time in doing every thing from getting my luggage upstairs, to taking a shower and changing clothes. I’d say about forty-five minutes later I was walking down a winding path.

I had walked for quite a while before I came upon a lake with a small waterfall. Linc most have loved this place, there was a very sturdy metal table and chair. I sat down and let my mind wander.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t see the naked woman bathing, that or the bush that barely shrouded her. I looked at her. I don’t care what anyone says watching a woman bath is a very erotic thing, especially in an erotic setting. I ran my hand over my face to see if I was hallucinating but she was still there. I leaned forward to get a better look.

Geez, this looks like the girl that I saw walking. Impossible. We were fifty miles away from town. There was no way she could walk fifty miles in two hours. Yet, here she was bathing and I was pretty much awe struck. She was standing in about knee deep water. Her black hair was pinned to the top of her head but it was coming down. One fat curl was on her shoulder and a couple were falling down her back. I watched her long hands rub soap over her body. God made this body for ever position imaginable, I thought. Her breasts stood up and were pointed because of the coldness of the lack. Her stomach was flat and lightly toned, and her hips were round as was her ass and her legs were the longest I had ever seen on a woman.

I watched as she rubbed soap all over that body, as she swam under to rinse the soap. I was growing so hard that it hurt. I looked down I hadn’t had this experience since I was fourteen. I looked at her as she repeated the process. I couldn’t help it, I took my Johnson out of my shorts and stroked it, and it was pulsing, ready to be pile-driven into any thing at the moment. I wanted to nail her more then I wanted to breathe.

I looked up and saw her coming in my direction. I didn’t want to be caught fondling myself in front of her so I tried to stuff myself back in my shorts. As I fumbled with my old man I noticed a giant bright green towel on the table. How had I managed to miss that when I sat down?

I had constrained my self some what, when she finally walked up to me nude. I didn’t think it was possible but more blood rushed to my dick. I watched her hands reach out and take the towel and snap the cloth. It billowed to the ground and landed in a perfect rectangle on the ground.

She walked closer to me, actually stepped between my outstretched legs and smiled. I smiled back. She was in perfect understanding with me. I shifted closer and smelled her body. It smelled great, like the most expensive perfume on earth. I encircled her hips with my hand and looked up at her as if to say: Is this okay? She nodded and I kissed her stomach, licked the center of it. I crave a woman’s moanings, and hers empowered me. I ran my hands down her hips pausing to lap at the water in the hollow of her navel.

She stopped me and pulled me up. I shed my shirt and cargo pants and boxers pretty quickly, all of me standing up right and ready for her. I went into her outstretched hand and sighed at the contact of her cold wet body on my hot one.

I kissed her full lips, surprised that they could be so soft. Carla’s was usually drawn in a thin little line that looked hard and almost cruel. Hers were soft and her breath was sweet. I angled her head and glided my tongue in her mouth. She sucked the tender morsel deep into her recesses and I guided it for better penetration. My hand curled around her breast, squeezing and massaging the plump globe for my mouth.

My tongue slithered around hers, trying to devour her mouth. I pulled her tongue out to play in my mouth. Hers found its’ own expedition topkapı bayan escort in tasting me, exploring everything from roof to basin. She nipped at my bottom lip and pulled it in to be sucked at. She groaned as we fornicated.

I pulled back and looked at her half lidded eyes. Yeah, this was right. I took my mouth to her neck lavishing the column of her throat and the curve of her shoulder. I caressed her breast, making the nipple so hard where it burned for my mouth.

I teased her, lightly biting the under side and licking where she bruised. I took her nipple in my mouth, sucked on the demanding little bud.

Her hands went to my back, creating little half moons with her nails. I liked the way she was acting in complete abandonment. I relished the same attention to the other peak, taxing a different response from her. She arched her back and pushed her body forward into mine, making it impossible for me to think straight. I sucked the nipple hard, letting the bud roll over my tongue. I ground myself against her, treated her far more roughly then I intended to but it felt good, so damn good.

I picked her up and laid her on the towel. I settled between her legs and rested my head on her chest. “What is your name?” I knew I should have asked that earlier, that along with a truck load of other stuff but that one seemed the most important.

“Gali.” She said a bit distractedly as my hand sought out her most secret hiding place.

“That’s pretty.” I responded. I prepared her with my fingers, rubbing her clit. Pressing the swollen flower until she was ready to bloom for me. Her body gave an involuntary spasm, if I didn’t know any better I would say that her pussy was trying to reach for my finger for completion. I pushed one finger into her engorged vagina lips. She was so tight. Only one finger and she was still so tight around that digit. She whimpered.

“Are you okay?” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed. I took her word for it. She was about to come and I wanted to feel her convulse around me. I moved so my cock was pressed against her intimately. I was harder then titanium. I pressed into her. My head barely got in.

I looked at her, sweat and water had mixed together. Her lips were parted and full; her long black mane had come undone, thanks to my hands and hung sensuously around her. She had a beard burn on her chin. I had forgotten to shave and my five o’clock had done this. She looked at me, her unusual green eyes asking me to go deeper. I pulled my head out looked at her, open and vulnerable. “I don’t think I got you ready enough Gali.” My voice was husky. She was so beautiful and touching her made me feel so good. I kissed her softly she hummed her compliance and I smiled at her. I scooted down and touched her clit. She jerked. She was unnaturally sensitive here. I leaned down and ran my tongue over it just to be sure. Her scream was all the assurance I needed. I hoisted her legs over my head and bent to feast on her. My tongue delved and rejoiced in the cool clean taste of her. I lapped at her like a dog laps water. My tongue going at her until I felt her legs tighten and felt her body jerk as I buried my tongue deeper into her body. I heard her chant, “Oh God, oh God!” Over and over again and I gentled my ministrations taking her to the peak again and letting her fall as she wanted.

I removed her legs from my shoulders and once again settled between her legs. I moved a little into her but I still went no where. I pushed harder and broke into a haven of the tightest most exquisite piece of human flesh ever created.

Her legs tangled around my waist. Trying to make my movements hurried and clumsy. It almost worked. She was almost virgin in her tightness and I was almost tempted to come after my first thrust. I knew that she was like a fine wine, to be enjoyed and tasted not guzzled down and forgotten. I moved in and out of her slowly at first. I dove deep and pulled almost all the way out and sank back in to the recesses.

Her hands ran through my hair, her hips bucked under mine, making me breaking my teasing thrusts and I slammed into her again and again. Her hips moved in conjuncture to mine. I moved faster and faster. Sweat dripped off of my face and body to land on her. Our bodies meshed together as the last thrust sent us both over the edge. I shot load after load into her body. My dick jerking as her body drained it. That was the hardest I had ever come with a woman. As soon as it was over, I pulled her closer and fell into a light doze. I would bathe later in the lake with her.

Ten minutes later I sat up bolt straight. You fucking idiot, I thought. How come I didn’t think to use protection? I’m thirty four, a reasonably smart man. I at least should know better. All types of questions raced through my mind. What if I caught an STD? What if tomorrow I catch gangrene and my dick falls off? Worst yet what if she’s pregnant? The scenarios that where hitting me were driving me crazy.

I looked down escort bayan şirinevler at the sleeping woman next to me how could she fall asleep so easily? She turned in my arms, her hands resting lightly on my abs. “I can’t get pregnant, nor is it possible for me to give or receive an STD; I am the safest being on earth for you to be unprotected with.” That scared the living crap out of me. Can she read minds? “Yes.”

I guess she could. I was really nervous now. I looked at her closely. “What are you?”

“I am a leprechaun.”

I scoffed at that. Maybe I shouldn’t have. “Okay so why are you so tall, where is your pot of gold? Better yet where is your accent?” I didn’t ask her about the green because that was the only part that was right. She looked at me and gave me a get real look. I guess even magically creatures have their on stereotypes. “I can emulate any accent in the world. There are only a few short leprechauns, just like there are very few little people in your world. They are not the norm. They reside with us and we treat them as we would treat any other.”

I couldn’t buy that so I asked instead.” What about the pot of gold?”

“Bah, that was just a game that we played as children, the humans took that way to far.” “What about the wishes?”

“Now that I do. I don’t do certain ones dealing with more wishes and being the most or the best. That is simply not in my power.”

“Jesus, man none of this stuff is remotely believable.”

“Well believe it bub.”

“How many wishes do I get?”

“Two.”

“I thought it was three.”

“Yours is not the only world affected by a stock market and dirty dealings as a result we had to down size some things to. Wishes were one of them.”

I smiled and thought of Enron only on a leprechaun- like scale. “I still don’t believe you. Could you do something to prove you are magical? She lifted an eyebrow and stood. I placed my hands on my knees and waited. To say that I couldn’t describe it would be an understatement. It was like her clothes sprouted from her body and conformed to her body. The gauzy green material flowed from her body. She looked like something drawn from Japanese Anime. Her clothes where see-through only it was barely see through in certain places like her chest and snatch. I was disappointed but I didn’t say anything.

“Okay, Jay, what’s your first wish?”

“How did you know my name? Oh right that mind reading thing.”

She smiled. “No. when you were sleep and a lot cuter I might add. I went through your wallet.”

“My wallet’s at Lincoln’s house.”

“I know.” She clasped her hands together and continued on “So Jay, what’s your first wish.”

“I wish for a trillion dollars.”

She tsked at me as if I were a disobedient child. “I told you, I can’t make that wish. It simply is not feasible.” She was a lot sexier to when she didn’t talk. I narrowed my eyes and stood. I saw her look at me and smile, for some reason that infuriated me. It was like she was laughing at me. My dick to be more acute and suddenly she had became every woman who wanted me because I was semi rich but as soon as I got them in bed they could give a fuck about me. Hell I wasn’t even an average six inches. I spoke my wish through gritted teeth. “I want another five inches added to my cock.” She looked at me. “Are you sure? I kinda like your small cock.”

I nodded stiffly. Then suddenly all went black. When I woke up I was in my room with Carla. I looked at her. “When did I get here?”

She looked at me and scowled. She always seemed to be scowling when she was addressing me. “About six hours ago. Once you hit your Uncle Linc’s house you hit the bed.”

I dropped back down on the bed. So it was a wet dream. I’m not surprised. “Geez, do you always have to be so bitchy?”

“Do you always have to wonder why?”

That made me so mad that that me teeth itched. I grabbed her and forced her under me. I kissed her brutally and ripped her night gown down the center. I ran my hands under her panties. I tore those too before I realized two things. I wasn’t a rapist and I wasn’t in the mood wasn’t even semi-hard. I looked down at Carla, ready to apologize. I saw that she liked this, that she wanted a good rough fuckin’. I could do that but I didn’t want to. I rolled off her and went to the bathroom. “Why did you stop?” She called out. I ignored that. “Does this restroom work?” I said instead of responding.”

“Yeah, I checked it out.” I flipped the switch and lifted the toilet seat. I pulled out my John and pissed. I wasn’t looking at it just draining it, however Carla had followed me to the restroom. “Jesus Jay!”

“What?” I said “A man can’t piss in private any more?”

“Jesus Jay!,” she expelled again “Your dick. Can I touch it?”

“What?”

I looked at her as if she had lost a major chunk of her mind, but she licked her lips and looked at my dick. She rushed over to me and grabbed my dick. I yelled. I wasn’t finish pissing and her mouth was on it sipping the piss taking it all in. I looked at her, my eyes wide in shock. I didn’t know people did this. She sucked my cock before but she never ever mentioned anything like this. She pulled it deeper into her mouth. I felt the suction, knew the piss was hitting the back of her throat and then I ran out of the golden stuff.

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