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MID DAY

It’s an abnormally warm Halloween day. Keysha decides to take the day off because she wants to take her son trick and treating. She wants to go in the early afternoon, so she can drop him off at his father’s house. He’s going to a child’s party that evening. While father and son spends quality time together, she’ll be at a party herself. A masquerade party. A small gathering of people from a website she joined a year ago. They hold special events and parties. This will be her first party since joining. She’s excited as she already knows what she’s going to wear for this event. She goes to the closet. Inside, is a trunk. She pulls it out and opens it. She searches through piles of neatly folded clothes until she finds it. She pulls out a Victorian style Gothic dress. She lays it across her bed and stares at it. Her fingers lightly running over the satin material. She had this dress for three years. She wonders if she could still fit it. She starts putting it on. As she pulls the dress down over her huge breasts, her phone rings.

“Crap!” she calls out as she searches for her phone.

By the third ring, she’s able to answer her phone.

“Hello,” she answers breathlessly.

“Keysha, are you alright?” Scott asks.

Panic in his voice.

“Hey Scott! I’m fine. I was in the middle of doing something. What’s up?”

“I was checking to see how you’re doing,” he says.

“I’m doing alright. Just getting myself ready to take my son out. Is everything alright? You need anything?”

“No, no everything is fine. I just want to say hello. I miss you,” he confesses.

She smiles.

“I miss you too. I’ll see you at work,” she tells him.

There’s silence. He wants to go to her place or she comes to his, but says nothing as he clears his throat.

“Alright, I’ll let you go get ready. I would like to see pictures,” he says.

“I’ll text them to you. Enjoy your day,” she says as she ends the conversation.

Scott stares at his phone wishing he’s with her right now. He places it down and continues with his work. Seconds later, an alert goes off on his phone. He grabs it. He receives a reminder about tonight’s event. The masquerade party. He smiles as he remembers his Devil’s costume.

“I can’t wait!” he whispers to himself.

It’ll be his way to get Keysha off his mind. Maybe, he’ll meet a sexy thick girl there. He sends himself a reminder to buy condoms.

EVENING

Scott enters the lobby of the building. His half devil’s mask on his face. The top half of his face down to his nose is cover. He reaches the front desk. Two women greets him with a smile. The tall and slim woman wearing a half lioness mask smiles brightly. The other woman is short and very curvy wearing a half tiger mask. Both are wearing short and tight tube dresses.

“Welcome to the Masquerade Party sponsor by PH.com,” the lioness greets.

“I’m your host. Please enjoy yourself,” she adds.

Scott smiles at them, but he focuses on the tigress. He wants her. She reminds him of Keysha. He walks further into the hall to double doors. A doorman holds one of the doors open for him. As soon as it opens, music is playing. He heads in and walks straight to the bar. He orders a tall glass of rum and coke. He gives the bartender, a man with a Phantom of the Opera mask on, the money.

“Keep the change,” he tells him.

The man smiles and thanks him. Scott sits in the corner and takes sips of his drink while watching people mingle. There’s a long narrow hallway towards the back. Doors on the left and right of it. He wonders if he will use one of the many rooms back there. While he thinks about that, Keysha walks in as she gets to the front desk. The two women smile and greet her like every patron before her. The only difference, the women gets a bracelet. This bracelet is for unlimited free drinks. Keysha stares at it and smiles. The doorman holds the door open for her as walks through it. She goes to the bar first.

“Have fun beautiful,” the doorman says.

“Thank you. Hopefully, I will,” she replies.

Scott hears a voice that sounds familiar to him. He leans gebze escort over the table to see who’s coming in. A thick woman walks in wearing a blue satin dress. It hugs her body perfectly.

“Damn, she’s sexy as Hell!”

He tilts his head to the side as her walk looks familiar to him. She walks just like Keysha, he thinks. He shakes his head at the thought. It can’t be! He wants to deny it so much, but he feels a connection with this woman. Then the scent of her perfume invades the room.

“Wait a minute! The voice, the walk and the perfume,” he says as he puts it together.

“Oh, my God!” he says surprise.

His cock gets happy as it grows long and hard. Of all places to be, she’s here. He knew she was a freak, but damn this catches him by surprise. He finishes the rest of his drink and gets up from his seat. He re adjusts his pants as the imprint of his cock is obvious. This what happens when he doesn’t wear underwear. He quietly walks up to the bar.

“May I get a shot of tequila?” she asks.

While waiting, she feels a pair of hands sliding across her waist to the front of her body pulling her into a hug. She flinches as she tries to move from the stranger, but he has a firm grip on her.

“What are you doing? Get off me,” she said louder than she wanted.

He releases her and he turns her around so they can be face to face. Well, more like mask to mask. She stares at the gentleman wearing half devil’s mask. He dresses in a black suit while the vest is crimson red and a black cape with red inseam. He has on black gloves. His red eyes stares into her blue ones.

“I’m extremely sorry, my lady. I didn’t mean to scare you. I’m a shy gentleman. I really don’t know how to approach a woman correctly. Please forgive me. I would be an honor if you would like to dance with me?” he asks as he holds out his hand to her.

His voice is thick with a Canadian accent. A disguise as he doesn’t want her to know it’s him, yet. She stares at his hand not sure if she wants to accept it or not. This man just came up behind and hugged her like he knows her or something. But for some strange reason, she does feel at ease. Like she knows him, but she doesn’t know any Canadians. She pushes the thought out of her mind as she picks up the shot of tequila and gulps it down.

“Sure,” she answers smiling.

He leads her to the dance floor to join the others. He places one hand on her lower back and holds her right hand while her free hand is on his shoulder. As the music plays, he glides her across the floor as he tightens his grip to keep her close. He feels familiar, she thinks. He releases her and spins her around. Then he pulls her back and holds her tight. The muscles in his arms flexes as he holds her.

“You’re an amazing dancer,” she tells him.

“I’m only amazing because you’re in my arms,” he states.

She starts blushing. She rests her face on his chest and listens to his heartbeat. There’s warmth and comfort in his embrace. She looks up at him. He feels her eyes boring into him. He stares down at her and smiles. He wants to kiss her, but he wants her to make the first move. She does as she reaches up and kisses his lips. He squeezes her as he slips his tongue inside her mouth. Damn, he kisses like Scott, she thinks. Without thinking, she places her hand on his crotch. A soft breathy moan escapes him as he grows harder.

“You got me hard for you, baby. I wish I could take you here right now,” he tells her.

“I would suck your cock right now if you let me,” she says.

His eyes become wide.

“You think you’re bold enough?” he questions.

“If given the opportunity,” she answers.

He pulls the zipper of his pants down, slips his hand inside and pulls out his cock. It’s already leaking precum.

“Here it is my dear. Your opportunity awaits,” he tells her.

She stares at his cock and then at him. Her heart is racing. Would she be bold enough to drop to her knees and suck this man’s cock in front of a crowd? She shouldn’t be scared. She’s wearing a mask. No one would know who she is unless she takes it gümüşhane escort off. She swallows the nervous lump in her throat as she kneels in front of him. She licks the precum from the tip and the taste of it is familiar. She stares up at him her eyes wide in shock. Her mouth goes in a “O” shape as she gasps.

“Scott?” she whispers.

He smiles as he holds the base of his cock and slides it in her mouth. His eyes roll back as her warm wet mouth sucks him fully while relaxing her throat. She stares up at him as her lipstick smears all over his cock. A few patrons notice the action. A circle starts forming around them as more people gather round watching the performance. She grips the side of his hips and pulls him closer as the head of his cock nears her throat.

“Damn,” he moans as he runs his fingers through her curls.

His head falls back as a deep groan escapes his lips. The lioness squeezes herself through the crowd to see the commotion. She smiles at the display. She walks up behind Scott and removes his cape. She stares at Keysha and kneels next to her. She begins unbuttoning his pants freeing him. Once the button is undone, she moves behind him and pulls them down to his feet. To the lioness surprise, she sees he’s not wearing underwear. She runs her tongue up and down his right ass cheek first and then the left. Chills spread throughout his body as goosebumps rise on his skin. Two woman pleasing him? He never thought it was possible.

“God,” he whispers.

The lioness stops and stands up. She raises her hand and snaps her fingers. Suddenly, the music stops and people begin removing their clothes. Keysha stops sucking Scott’s cock as she watches in awe. The lioness walks behind Keysha, holds the back of her head and pushes her until his cock is back in her mouth. She sucks him long and hard. He places his hands on the top of her head. The lioness pulls his hands off Keysha’s head and places them at his side.

“Let her please you the way she wants to,” she tells him as she nibbles on his neck.

He closes his eyes and gives in to the sensation of mouths on him. The lioness runs her nails up to his chest as Keysha deep throat him. He grips her head again. The lioness stares at his hands and grab his wrist.

“No, Scott,” she says more demanding.

He sighs heavily in both pleasure and frustration. The lioness removes his tie and unbutton his shirt and leaves it open. She moves to the side of him and kisses him deeply sliding her tongue inside tasting the rum and coke on his tongue. He moans as he places his hands on Keysha’s head one more time thinking he could get away with it. The lioness pulls away and sees his hands. She stares at him and roll her eyes.

“Such a naughty man,” she murmurs.

Then the lioness raises her hand and snaps her fingers. This time the tigress brings a chair and places it behind Scott. The lioness forces him sit. As soon as his ass hits the chair, the tigress kisses him softly and walks away. The lioness moves behind him, she grabs his left arm and places it behind him. She begins to wrap his tie around his wrist and the chair keeping him secure. Then she grabs his right arm joining it with the other. After tying his tie, she moves until her lips is at the nape of his neck. She kisses and then runs her tongue up to his ear before biting it. She rechecks the tie one more time.

“There,” the lioness whispers as she stands straight.

The lioness walks over to Keysha. Her nails lightly grazing her shoulders right before gripping them. She makes Keysha stand once she moves behind her. The lioness reaches up and starts pulling the zipper of Keysha’s dress down. With the pull of the straps down pass her hands, the dress falls to the floor. She steps away from the fallen dress. Even with the mask on, Keysha can see Scott’s eyes wide with excitement as he stares at her. She’s wearing a leather strapless corset, lace crotchless panties and garter belt connecting to thigh high fishnet stockings. Her black stiletto heels make her legs look sexier. The lioness moves her face towards Keysha’s izmir escort ear and whispers.

“You see how hard he is for you. Take him. Give him what he wants. To fill your pussy with his hot semen.”

Keysha shudders as she nods. Keysha starts walking to Scott, but the lioness stops her. The lioness turns Keysha around and kisses her. A long tongue slithers inside her mouth as a moan is exchange between them. Keysha sucks on her tongue for a few seconds before they part ways. The lioness smacks Keysha’s plump ass as she makes her way to Scott. Watching the erotic exchange between the two women has his cock so hard, the veins pulsate faster. She straddles him as she slowly slides him inside her.

“Fuck!” he calls out as his cock is envelopes by her hot, wet and tight pussy.

She hugs him tight as she starts riding him slow. Her chest pressing against his. He thrusts his hips up towards her as he wants to be deeper inside her. Damn, how he wishes he can grip her ass and go faster. The tigress moves behind Scott and pulls his head back until he’s staring up at her. While Keysha releases her arms from his neck and move them behind her to grip his knees. She leans back and the tigress stares down at her dark pussy gripping his white cock with each thrust.

“Damn, her pussy is tight and wet. You like how she’s riding you?”

The tigress whispers the question in his ear before sliding her tongue inside. His body bucks causing Keysha to jerk as the head of his cock hits her cervix.

“Yes, I love it,” he calls out.

The lioness moves between Keysha and Scott as she starts licking his nipple. His eyes roll back as the pleasure heightens. Three women doing different things to him is both confusing and arousing as hell. Never had he had more than one woman at a time. He loves it! The tigress kneels down and start crawling to the front of him. He stares at her fat ass she crawls. She moves under the chair between Scott’s legs. There she begins caressing his balls.

“Shit, I’m about to cum,” he says.

He stares at Keysha who’s in her own world with her eyes close as she starts bouncing on his cock. Her moans are so erotic, his cock throbs. The crowd moves in closer. Some are just watching while other are masturbating. He watches as women rubs their pussy and the men stroke their cock.

They all chanting, “Cum” repeatedly.

His eyes roll back as his head falls back when the tigress licks his balls. Keysha’s pussy is so wet and throbbing like crazy. She’s about to cum and he’s want them to cum together.

“Please baby, let us cum together. I don’t think I can hold back any longer,” he pleads.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she cries out.

Keysha bounces harder and faster as her lips swells along with the head of Scott’s cock. As they both reach their climax at the same time, he releases his load inside her as she squirts on his lap. The crowd starts applauding and cheering. The lioness kisses his sweaty forehead and stare at him.

“We should have you two come to our events more often. Would you like that? Unlimited drinks and dinner,” the lioness says as she waits for their response.

Still catching his breath, he stares at Keysha. She leans in and kisses him as she squeezes his cock as it slips out. Afterwards, they stare at the lioness.

“Sounds like a plan,” Scott says and Keysha nods in agreement.

The lioness kisses them both.

“Awesome! I can’t wait to see another performance from you two,” she smacks Keysha’s ass and walks away.

They smile as Keysha gets off his lap and remove his tie from his wrist. He stands up rubbing his aching wrist as he notices mostly everyone has left. He’s ready to leave himself and take Keysha back to his house.

“Do you have to pick up your son?”

She stares at him as she picks up her dress.

“No, his father keeping him for a couple of days,” she answers smirking.

“Would you stay the night at my place?”

“I thought you would never ask. Besides, I want you to fuck me doggy, missionary and any other position we can think of,” she tells him smiling.

He bites his bottom lip as his cock grows. He quickly gets dress and waits for her as she does the same. They leave the building holding hands as Scott mind runs with all the position he wants her to be in. For the rest of the evening, it will consists of fucking, licking and sucking. This will be a night to remember!

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My name is Michael and I’m 5 foot 6, weighing around 132 pounds. I’ve got an athletic body as I work out 3 times a week plus I join the Taekwondo club. My girlfriend Christina is half a foot shorter than I am and she weighs nearly 90 pounds. She goes for jogging and swimming thus keeping herself in shape. She has fine 36C tits that really defy gravity. To top that are her two sensitive brown nipples that stand out like the tip of pencils at the slightest arousal. She also has a beautiful ass that cries for attention. I can never refrain myself from touching it whenever I can. Being Asians, we both have black hair and pearl black eyes. Christina’s lips are full and slightly pout, just begging to be kissed.

After getting formalities out of the way, I’d like to let you know a bit about Christina. When we first started dating, she was very traditional and reserved about sex or anything related to it. Being Asian and all, this was our culture and it was no surprise. Unbeknownst by her, I was on a mission to change her into a whole different person; in other words, opening her up. She was a hottie, there was no doubt about that. Almost every guy in my school has tried to get their hands under her well reserved clothing that hides her assets. Always seen in shirts and no shorter than knee length skirts. Even dressed in such a way she caught the eyes of many. However, I was lucky enough to be her boyfriend.

So we started to date and frequently we would go over to my place to study as my place has room and privacy. There’s plenty of room in the attic which I converted into a study/entertainment/hangout place for me and my friends. This was where we studied together each day after school. At the beginning she just wore her shirt and skirt, and we sat opposite of each other on the study table and discussed about homework. Then I coaxed her and let her know how beautiful she was and that she shouldn’t hide her beauty. But every time she would reply, “You’re just flattering me… that’s not the truth…”

Well, after a couple of weeks, she started donning herself differently as I observed. She shocked me by coming out of the washroom one day as we were at my place ready to begin studying, changed out of her school things. She told me she needed to use the washroom but how was I to know that she has secretly brought along some clothes to change in her school bag. She came out wearing a light yellow sundress with flower patterns on it. And it didn’t even reached her knees, an improvement for her at any rate. A string around the waist tied to her back made sure the sundress clung tightly around her shapely figure. The dress also had a V-neckline that showed a hint of her globes. She was blushing while standing there waiting for my reaction. I was stunned at her beauty and sudden change. But I also knew my plans were in place.

“You look stunning in that dress!” I said to her, “What’s the occasion?”

“Oh nothing… I just felt like a change of attire… It’s more comfortable this way,” was her reply. I just nodded in agreement.

To add to the shock, she took the chair and sat right next to me as we studied. I could smell her heavenly and intoxicating fragrance. I slowly and carefully put my arm around her waist and letting it settle on her lap. She sat with her legs crossed causing her dress to end up at mid-thigh. I could feel her soft skin under my fingers. It was my first touch of her. Throughout the study I softly caress her tight and karaman escort I could almost hear her let slip a little moan of pleasure. To say the least I think we both didn’t pay much attention to our studies that day.

Her sundress attire continued for a while and I kept letting her know of my thoughts about her clothes. It was a feast for my eyes. Further more, we were getting closer and more intimate with every study session. Now we sit side by side instead of opposite of each other and I would let my hands wrap around her and touch her sensually.

Then again she shocked me by a change of attire. This time I almost fell out of my chair. The day before we were practically in an embrace as my arms were wrapped around her while we were reading our respective books placed on the table. I would draw circles on her arm and every now and then peck her on her neck, shoulder and even as far as her cheek. At the start she would turn around and playfully hit me and frown at me. Then after a while she showed no signs of retaliation. Her body language even told me she liked it. Then she asked me about what clothes I like girls to wear. So I started with a few that were popular nowadays and were to my liking.

“Erm… spaghetti straps, halter tops, singlet, tubes, even shirts…”

“Do you think…” she asked me nervously, “do you think I would look good in any of those that you mentioned?” She was blushing again.

“You? I think you would look good in anything! Honest! You’ve got a killer body and I can’t think of anything that could make you look ugly” I was telling the honest truth.

She seemed to be in deep thought after that. I know what she was thinking now. Lo and behold, standing before me she was wearing a white halter top tied around her neck and has quite a neckline. It was also short, showing a fair bit of her flat stomach. To match that she had the shortest skirt I’d ever seen her in. It was a light blue, silk, mid thigh tight skirt and it was stunning on her. My jaw must have dropped to the floor because she was chuckling at my reaction.

She came over to the table to grab the history book she planned to read and went over to the couch. My eyes were following her every move, not even blinking. When she came over, I thought I caught a hint of black spots on her chest. Then when she took her book and turned around, I was even more in a state of shock. The top she was wearing had all but a string at the back of it keeping it together. And she was not wearing a bra. Settling herself comfortable on the couch, she opened her book and started reading. I was still staring at her then. She chuckled and asked me,” Aren’t you coming over to join me?” patting on the space next to her. I didn’t need a second invitation.

Sitting behind her I wrapped my arms around her and in that position they were right under her beautiful breasts. I could feel their softness as her chests moves up and down on every breath. At that position I could smell her fragrant hair and her body. I could feel the smoothness of her soft skin. I couldn’t resists planting a kiss on her exposed back. She sighed and that was my cue. I started to kiss all over her back. Some light pecks while others wet kisses. I could feel her body moving with my each kiss and I was so into it that I didn’t even realize that she had dropped her book.

She has her eyes closed and was fully enjoying my attention. Her moans of pleasure were kars escort getting louder and louder. I kissed all over her back, her shoulders, her neck, slowly advancing towards my final destination—her lips. My fingers lightly traced her face while pulling her face towards me. I then lightly pecked on her lips at first, causing her to stir from her pleasure. She looked into my eyes and I could see the desire burning inside of her. This time I kissed her harder than the last time, making sure she felt my kiss. Then I went in for it and started to French kiss her. She immediately responded by wrapping her arms around me and opening her mouth to me. Out tongues playfully teased with each other. We kept kissing and kissing, tasting each other’s saliva, teasing each others tongue and it become more and more urgent. I let my hands roam around her back, touching her smooth skin, caressing her. Then I made a daring move, I pulled lightly on the knot that tied was tied around her back. Slowly but surely it loosened. Until finally it was untied and I let my hands caress her freely without any obstruction. She seemed even more pleased at this as she moaned with my every touch.

By now our position has changed with me on the bottom and her on top of me. I had a raging hard on and normally it would grow up to a length of 7 inches but it felts as tough it was much longer today. I know she could feel it as she started grinding her lower half on me. After something like eternity we finally broke apart for a breath of air. She sat up, straddling me and slowly and teasingly she began to touch her breasts. Her motions every now and then would cause the loose end of her top to ride up, giving me a peek of her gorgeous tits. She then slowly untied the remaining string around her neck that was holding the top up. After untying it she held her arms crossed in front of her chest. Her top was resting on her arms now and I was treated to a magnificent view of cleavage as she pushed them up in her pose. She then slowly revealed her gorgeous 36C titites. I was shell shocked! I just stared at them open-mouth, stunned. She then started to trace her fingers around her brown nipples that were poking out like erasers.

I got back to my senses and immediately started licking and sucking on those fabulous globes. She acknowledge my work with her sexy moans. I traced circles around her nipples, teasing her a bit until she could take no more and grabbed my head, mashing it into her soft cleavage. I was in heaven. I kept kissing her boobs and her lips… couldn’t make up my mind on which one the better. On the other hand, she had started stroking my cock through my shorts. I was moaning myself with her soft touch. She then came off me and took off my clothing urgently, leaving me naked on the couch. She then took a moment to asses the piece of meat in front of her, before starting her attack. She started by kissing me deeply again but before I could kiss her back she was on to my face, my neck, my chest, my nipples and all the way down. I was in heaven and I never felt anything like it. It was as if she was finally released from her “prison” and was getting all she can get. Before long, she was face to face with my 7 inch dick. She gave a soft peck on the head of it. Then softly and carefully she used one hand to stroke the entire length of it. Over and over again she stroked until pre-cum came oozing out of the top. She looked at it and without hesitation kıbrıs escort she licked it up. Then she went to work. Immediately she took the entire length of my dick into her mouth and kept sucking and sucking for all its worth. As if she was milking the nectar out of it. Although she was a beginner but she sure has the skills of a pro. Maybe she was born with it. Either way, I was the lucky guy to sample all of this.

With her wonderful mouth plus her continuous stroking, I couldn’t held back any longer and I had the most intense orgasm I have ever had. I came so hard I must have produced a gallon of sperm. The white stuff kept pumping out of me uncontrollably. When the first wave hit the back of her throat she instantly backed away but that only cause her to be showered by my cum. Her face, hair, tits were all covered in my cum and she was a sight to behold.

But her hunger was yet to be fulfilled. She scooped up some of the cum on her tits and sucked her finger clean. Swallowing every drop that was in her mouth. Then she stood up and bent over exposing her butt to me, and it answered my question. There wasn’t anything underneath her skirt and I was enjoying an unobstructed view of her beautiful pussy. It was all wet and moist, puffy and red, all ready to be fucked. She then unzipped her skirt and threw it across the room. By now my dick was in full salute again. She had a sexy, devilish smile on her as she straddled my cock. Slowly she lowered herself onto my and it was the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever felt in my entire life. Her pussy was wet, moist, very tight and very smooth. It was tightly wrapped around my member, threatening never to release it but who cares as it felt extraordinary.

At first she took it slow as she was still a virgin, she slowly moved up and down, impaled on my rod. I started fondling her tits and kissing her sensitive nipples to heighten her senses. Before this she was moaning but by now she had no reserves and she was mouthing out obscenities that you would never expect to hear from her.

“Aahhhh… This feels sooooo fucking good! I love your cock! Yes! Yes! Yes! Your cock is tearing my pussy apart! Urrrgghh!!! Fuck me! Fuck me! Yeeeesssssss…”

Sensing that she was ready to up a notch, I started pumping as well, determined to provide her with the equal amount, if not better, of pleasure she gave me a moment ago.

“Yes Mike! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Stick your cock up my virgin pussy! Take my cherry! I’m yours! All yours!!! Eat me!!!”

How could I say no to that? Without pulling my cock out of her tight pussy, we changed into a doggy style, on my lead. And then I started fucking her brains out with long, slow strokes and hard and fast ones, cycling between the two. And it was driving her mad!

“Yes! Fuck me! Yes Aaaarrrrrggghhh!!!! Yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck me! Fuck my cunt! I need your cock! Yes! Yes! Don’t you dare stop fucking me! My pussy is all yours! Yeeeeessss!!! Make me cum Michael! Make you slut cum!”

I didn’t need anymore encouragement. I started to fuck her hard non stop and she was begging for more. I kept it up until I felt her body shuddered in an earth shattering orgasm and she let out a moan of extreme pleasure. Then she plopped onto the couch, totally wasted. I sat down on the floor so that I could face her and wipe the sweat of her forehead while giving her a kiss. Her eyes were full of gratitude and pleasure.

“Thank you Michael. That was the most memorable feeling that I’ve even felt. It was wonderful. Promise me we’ll do it again… and…” she started blushing again, “…and as often as we can… okay? I love you.”

I just smile and kissed her on the lips. “I love you too.”

It was the beginning of our sexual adventures.

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Chris sighed to himself as he walked to the back. It was just another typical day at work, except that it was another unbearable day as well. Not that he didn’t mind working, it’s just that he didn’t like working with her. Her being ‘her’ as he looked back up to the front and saw Meg talking with another costumer, no doubtable about how much of a nerd she is.

He hated to say it, but it was once a long time ago that he actually found her attractive for some reason. Looking back, he could probably pick out why. Meg was his age; both were sophomores out of college, and both worked together. It was a mutual thing. The bonus out of it all was that Meg had a very nice rack on her. They were what seemed to be about 32C’s, an ample size that Chris loved to see on women. Plus she was a brunette, and he absolutely drooled over brunettes. Plus she wasn’t bad on the weight either, but that didn’t mean she was perfect. Meg was petite in size and didn’t carry much on her, which was a downer. He loved his women to be nice and slim, but to also have curves on them. Not to mention she had a big time “butter” face that nearly ruined the package. There were a few times he fantasized about her, but with a bag over her face. It had seemed though that those fantasies where only in the beginning. Because once he started to actually know her, things changed. Actually ever since she had opened her mouth and personality it was all downhill from there.

She actually made working with her a more of a job than the actual job. She never wanted to work and when she did, she never wanted to do anything. Half of the times, whenever she worked with someone, that other person would do the majority of the work alone. Not only that, she wasn’t good to be around period. She had a big mouth (figuratively, literally she had this small little mouth) and always talked about what she wanted. And half of that stuff wasn’t even interesting, it was annoying.

It was the main reason why he didn’t like working with her. It was a small mom and pop store that had its seasonal business, but other than that, when it was out of season, the store was slow. So when it was slow, that meant you had to rely on your work partner to keep yourself dying from boredom. Unfortunately, Chris didn’t have that luxury today. He was wishing he was working with any other person who worked at the store other than Meg. As mentioned, she was annoying. Overly annoying. Imagine the band nerd from American Pie without the nympho addiction and without the hot red-head look. Yup, that’s her.

By all means, Chris wasn’t exactly perfect either. Personality wise though, he was light years beyond Meg. He was the perfect employee. Whoever he worked with, he always shared the load or more. And sure there are those lazy days, but who doesn’t have those? Physically he was just your average guy. He was decently built with a good athletic body and had the short cut dark hair with the corn fed boy smile. So sometimes he got the girls, sometimes he didn’t. He wasn’t a model, but he got by just fine.

As he looked once more out from the back he saw that Meg was finally finishing up with the customer she was with. It would be only a matter of seconds before he had to go back out with the fake smile and pretend that he was listening to what she actually had to say. The good thing was that they would be closing up soon and all they had to do was take care of the cleaning chores. Once they took care of that problem, they would all be on their own separate merry ways. So as he smiled over that thought of going home soon and ending this torture shift, he couldn’t help but glance over her breast. He didn’t know why, he just did. Her breast were perfectly visible under the small baby t-shirt of their college she had on, showing that they were nicely plump and perfectly round and looked humongous compared to her body frame. Like he knew, probably a 32C without question, but put against her body, they gave off a mirage of being much larger.

The next thing he realized was his growing hard on rubbing the inside of his jeans. It caught him completely off guard. “What are you doing?” Chris quickly thought to himself as he shook his head. “This is Meg you’re getting hard over!” he scolded himself as the door bell went off, indicating the customer had left the store. That thought of staring at her almost disgusted him in a bit, yet that thought alone didn’t take his eyes off of her. Ah yes, the downfalls of being a male college student. Put a pair of good looking hooters on something and you’re instantly horny.

“So, you ready to get out of here!?” Chris called out, peering from behind the back to cover his hard on he had suddenly gotten.

“Pretty much,” Meg smiled back as she walked over to the door to lock it up. It was funny he thought as he heard the way she responded. He didn’t know if it was obvious to her or not that he found her annoying trabzon escort in the way he acted, but the short answers Chris always gave back when they worked together had to at least hint at her that he wasn’t interesting in being talking buddies. But the way she always called back to him was in a best-friend type of tone as if they were actually more than just co-workers. It was just another thing that annoyed him about her.

“Let’s get going then, I can’t wait to get out of here,” he said back as he figured his hard on had went down enough that it was safe to go back out front to close out the register. Taking a deep breath, he brushed himself off and walked to the register, clicking the safety lock on the register and pressed out the close button that started to print out the business tape for the day. He knew the faster he did this, the quicker he could go home. It was enough incentive to take his mind away from what he was staring at in Meg.

That feeling didn’t last long however as he flinched up, feeling two fingers poke him on both sides of his torso. “Gotcha!” Meg laughed as Chris rolled his eyes. It was just another thing to add to the list of annoyance and another thing that to add to Meg thinking they were friends. Ever since they started working together, she had this habit of playfully “poking” him either on the sides or directly in his stomach like the Pillsbury dough boy. It was a definite weak spot as Chris was very ticklish, but he felt that was suppose to be reserved to his future girlfriend or such, not to her. Like he said, they weren’t exactly friends. But as many times as he told her to stop doing that, Meg pushed that much more.

“Funny,” Chris half-heartedly smiled. Probably thinking he was playing around with her, Meg did it again, moving her index finger directly above Chris’ belly-button, causing him to flinch back. “Meg, common,” he insisted as he pulled out the cash tray while she just smiled back at him seemingly finally taking his saying seriously as she walked away from him, going over to turn the main front store lights off.

With a quick count, Chris wrapped up the business tape together and tagged out the receipts. “So what are you gonna do right now since you are in such a rush to leave?” she asked.

“Just wanna go home, one of those days you just can’t wait, you know?” he replied putting away the cash drawer, not even taking the time to look up at her while he talked. And as he did, he felt another poke at the side of his waist. “Stop it Meg!” he annoyingly called out as she did it again, this time rubbing up against him with her chest onto his back. That quick brush up got him aroused again; he could feel his jeans get tighter instantly. Dirty thoughts began to race quickly through his head. But just as quick as that happen, he tried to rid the feeling away from his mind. ‘What is going on!?’ he thought.

“Make me!” Meg laughed as she pushed in a few more pokes into his midsection, still rubbing her chest into his back. The friction that it was causing was getting nearly irresistible for Chris as he tried to gently push her away from him. A sudden image of him turning around to rip off her shirt flashed in front of his eyes. But was interrupted as once more another poke came, then another, and another. The image of seeing those lovely breasts overcame his feelings.

‘What the hell?’ he thought to himself, slightly giving in. If she wanted to play, then he’ll play for a bit as he turned towards her, rubbing his hands lightly over her breast on purpose, but not too blatantly, as he put up his hands to block her attacks.

And as he did that, he held down her hands by her wrists and grabbed a highlighter marker that sat on the desk beside them, pulling the cap of with his teeth before pressing it close to her face. “Nnnooo!” Meg giggled as Chris pressed the tip of the marker against the side of her cheek. Quickly, she wiggled her way out of Chris’ grip and ran off to the back of the office where it was still dimly lighted.

Chris wasn’t going to give in that easily now that he was getting into it as he chased her to the back, catching her nearly as quickly as she got away. But instead of holding her wrist together, he wrapped his arms around her waist to keep her still. And as she tried to work her way loose, Chris used this opportunity to move his arms higher up her waist until he was directly under her luscious breasts. He definitely liked to where this was going.

“Try to poke me now!” he said as Meg continued to laugh and struggle to break free. This time it was her who moved Chris arms a bit more, trying to take the marker away from his hold as she moved his hands right over her breasts, grazing them a bit more heavily than what he did before. That move really brought Chris to full attention as he felt his dick harden against Meg’s backside. Instantly he froze. Did she feel that? Did she do that on purpose? Was this finally going too far? Those were all the questions that were suddenly running tunceli escort through his mind.

His questions weren’t answered as Meg continued to laugh and play along. Either she didn’t feel it or she did and was going the same route Chris was when he started all this. Which ever way it was, the now obvious flirting was continuing. And so were Chris’ hands as he moved back down over Meg’s breasts, actually feeling the nipples harden underneath the shirt as his fingers moved over them. It was then that he could have sworn a soft “Oohh,” was muttered underneath Meg’s laughter.

The last bit of sanity passed over him as he finally released the grip wondering if he should go further. The opening was there, he could feel it, but his conscious was stepping in now instead of his manhood. Why was he doing this? The girl he probably hated the most? The decision however was then made for him as this time Meg turned around to face him face to face. And as she did, he could feel her hand gently brushing against his hard on and smiled as she did. “Oohh,” she muttered again, this time for sure. “Gotcha!” Meg said again as she repeated the poking process all over again.

This time Chris retaliated faster than before getting the marker he still had and started to mark all over her arms as she continued herself, bringing them both slowly down the floor. “You wish you had me!” Chris smiled until Meg knocked the marker out of his hand.

“Oh yeah,” she replied moving the poking motion to a tickling one that brought Chris down to his back while she sat on top of him. There was no denying this time if she had felt his hard on pushing through his pants as Meg adjusted herself on him and smiled down. “A little too excited aren’t we?” she asked as she wiggled on top of him purposely to feel his wood rubbing against her own jeans. Indeed it was excitement as Chris moved his hands up her legs and onto her thighs that sat next to his sides and caressed them gingerly. At that moment Chris forgot about the annoyances that she brought to the table or the little imperfections he saw on her. Everything was gone, including his consciousness as they both started to grind their bodies against each other, dry humping one an other unconsciously.

Meg started to moan excessively as she moved her hands on top of Chris’ and dug her nails in, grinding her ass over Chris dick that was just waiting to be released. She could feel his cock moving ever so slightly closer to her pussy that was just getting moist. The warmth that his cock was generating was nearly orgasmic for her. Chris himself slightly moaned from the pain her nails brought to his skin as they stabbed his hands, picking himself up momentarily to move himself up top and taking Meg onto her back as he moved his tongue forcefully into her mouth as hers was returned into his. Both of them started to ferociously make out for the next few seconds, exploring each others mouths as Chris began to pull his hands up from her thighs and up onto her shirt, moving them underneath to feel the lacy texture of the bra she had on.

With each inch Chris moved, Meg gasped for more air, loving the touch of his hands on her breasts. She giggled to herself finally getting what she wanted for so long. Another “Oohh,” slipped through her lips as she felt Chris’ hands squeeze on her tits as his tongue once more slipped into her mouth.

“Wait, wait!” Chris suddenly said, stopping the exhilaration of the moment to a dead halt. “Not here,” he smiled as Meg herself realized where they were; lying on the floor of the back shop. As exciting as it sounded, the back of the shop usually was a mess and today was no exception as the floor was littered with mess. “The back room,” Chris said as he picked himself up and led Meg by the hand into the next room.

This next room was a room that they normally used for storage, but it was private. Even though they already had the store locked, this back room gave even more freedom. And as they stumbled in, Chris flickered on the light. He wanted to get this done as soon as possible before another change of mind filled his head. That wasn’t necessarily going to be a problem as Meg sat him on a chair as she took a few steps back. With a seductive smile, she pulled her shirt off over her head, letting her breasts fall down with the lacy black bra that held them in place. With this view, they looked even bigger than they did covered in the shirt. Chris only smiled.

“I’m guessing you were waiting for that, huh?” Meg asked, letting her shirt fall to the floor. “Gotcha!” she smiled as she took a few more steps forward and dropped to her knees as she moved her hands up to Chris’ raging hard on. At last, it got the space it was craving for as she unzipped his jeans and slightly pulled them open, giving her enough time to pull Chris’ cock out of his boxers and into her hand. And without saying another word, she scooted herself closer, wrapping her hand around the cock and began stroking it up and down from the very base uşak escort to the top of the tip. Chris moaned in ecstasy as the sensation ran from his back down to his feet looking over Meg as she pulled on his thick cock faster and faster. It wasn’t that sight alone though that had him turned on, it was the way her tits bounced within her bra as she played with his dick.

“Oohhhhh,” Chris moaned out loud.

“Hold on there, it only gets better…,” Meg replied as she opened her mouth and suddenly without warning engulfed the tip of his cock into her mouth. With that motion, her eyes darted back up to Chris to see him pull back his head in utter enjoyment. Satisfied with that look, she moved her head down lower, pulling more of the cock inside her mouth as she felt Chris’ hand run through her hair and push it down lower, finally taking in the entire cock for what it was worth. Even though his cock wasn’t a gigantic monster, it was just ranging in an average size of 7 inches, Meg still gagged on Chris’ dick as she quickly pulled back up. But within a second she was back down on it, bobbing her head up and down in the same motion her hand was going a few moments ago, looking very hungry for it. The sounds of slurping and sucking was only getting Chris that much more excited as he held on to her hair tightly. All that annoying talking was finally paying off as the things she was doing with her tongue over his cock was completely unbelievable. He could see her head now moving in circular motions instead of an up and down type and he could definitely feel her tongue moving in the same fashion around the tip of his cock. The more Meg did it, the more it seemed as if she couldn’t get enough as she kept on repositioning herself higher and higher trying to get the most out of it as she could.

All that was heard from Meg was the sounds of “MMmmmmm, mmmmhhhhhmmm, mmmmm,” humming out of her mouth. It was almost as if she was trying to play the flute on his cock.

Taking another quick breath, she pulled up only to go back down, but this time flicking out her tongue onto Chris’ swollen balls. She took a few quick sucks on each one before pulling her warm lips back over his raging member. Again she went back to her up and down motion, this time though popping the cock out of her mouth with an actual “pop” sound every time she pulled up. This was sending Chris over the edge; it seemed that she knew exactly what button to press while she was at it. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had done this before. Again though, he really didn’t care what had happened before, this was way too pleasurable to think about anything else.

Once more, Meg repositioned herself as she put her hands onto Chris’ thighs to get a higher position on his cock. It was then her bobbing motion started to gain speed as she sucked on his cock as if she was sucking the last bit of soda from a straw. The sight was too much as Chris pulled his head back and saw that he was face fucking her sweet little mouth. It was only a matter of time now.

And after one more ‘popping’ sound filled the room, Chris’ balls grew tight as he released a spurt of hot cum out of the tip of his cock onto Meg’s face.

“Aaaggghhhhh!!!!!” Chris moaned out. It continued to shoot out as Meg quickly moved her mouth once more over his cock, leaving it open to catch the remainder of his load in her mouth.

Chris just sat back, trying to regain his composure while Meg stayed on her knees, picking up her hand as she used the same index finger she used to poke Chris to pick up his cum that was hanging around her mouth. And in one swift motion, she brought it all in as she sucked on her finger as if it were a lollypop, cleanly swallowing the load of cum Chris had delivered from the blowjob.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that!” Meg excitedly said as she moved her tongue over her teeth as she feel back lower on her knees and started to caress Chris’ cock that despite cumming, kept its rigid form. Chris could only smile in response knowing that she had swallowed his entire load and continued to suck on her finger as everything bad that had ever crossed his mind about her was suddenly gone. He now knew why, despite his actions towards her, why she always kept so friendly towards him; she had intentions.

“We’re not done yet…,” Chris finally muttered out as he moved closer to her and began to once more move his hands over her gorgeous tits, messaging them and squeezing them at his leisure as Meg closed her eyes, moaning so gently at the sensation. The feeling of the lacy material of her black bra once again got him extremely excited. But Meg held his adventure to a stop as she pulled down his hands, placing them onto his own lap. Slowly, she stood back up and moved her own hands across her breasts, squeezing them as Chris had, even going as far as to pinching her nipples through her bra. Seductively, she began to do a small little striptease dance as she moved her hands playfully over her own body, even slipping her hand quickly under her pants close to her pussy that was soaking wet. Then coming to another stop, she looked back to Chris, dropping her head a bit as she looked down to her bra and slowly unsnapped it from the front, letting it fall to the ground beside her shirt with a huge smile over her face.

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The evening was balmy and warm, typical of Texas in August. My clothing clung against me and it was really the coolest, briefest thing I owned. He strolled along at my side, smoking with that incredibly casual air that gives a man such rough attractiveness. The others had stayed at the hotel, claiming exhaustion, sending us out to the nearest liquor store to stock up on booze that didn’t cost an arm and a leg like the mini bar. They were tired but, we two…we seemed to be filled with energy. I knew where that energy stemmed from and I was betting he did too. Pure sexual tension. Our history made it impossible for there to be anything less between us.

On we walked, following the directions we’d been given, both trying not to outwardly acknowledge the increased heat between us, attraction almost like a scent on the air. I chanced a sidelong glance, drinking in his profile as he exhaled a stream of smoke from between his lips. Somehow, I couldn’t stop myself, my gaze slowly dropping along his body, so very much the sort of physique I adore in a man, straight to his crotch. I quickly shifted my gaze, not wanting to be caught staring where I knew that beautiful cock, seen so many times in the pictures he had sent me, lay just out of my sight. Still, my tongue chased across my lips, giving away my thoughts, and I heard a soft chuckle from him.

That was it. The only catalyst I needed to ignite what felt like napalm in my body. The already warm night seemed to deepen around me as I grasped his arm and gave him a forceful nudge toward the alleyway. I caught a glance of his startled, half amused expression, and felt his disbelief that I would actually act on the lust he saw in my eyes. It spurred me on, his denial of my desire and I stepped ahead of him, pulling him into the semi-gloom of the alleyway.

The alley was between two popular clubs, clean except for a couple of dumpsters redolent of alcohol. The pounding of the music from the clubs echoed against the walls, the rhythms opposing but melding with one another in that ubiquitous dance beat, causing my heart to leap. A faint red neon glow from the exit signs illuminated the humidity damp brick, giving everyting a soft pink sheen.

It was there that I took him, letting one of the dumpsters conceal us from the street, pressing him to the wall. I pushed in against him, hips grinding into his and forcing him into the bricks at his back. Taking his hands in my own, I spread them to the sides and held them against the wall, the movement so quick that it knocked the cigarette from his grasp, sending it to the pavement with a flying of sparks. He gave only a token struggle that I quelled easily with the press of my body against his, and I knew he wasn’t going to fight me.

I kept his arms held away from his body as I leaned in to claim his mouth with my own, my tongue forcing urfa escort between his lips, seeking out his. There was nothing tender in the kiss, fueled instead by raw lust and a desire to possess him. By the time I pulled away and trailed my lips along his jaw, his breath was coming quickly and, as I pressed my mouth into his throat, I could feel his pulse thrumming beneath the skin. He managed to begin to form some sort of protest, but it cut off at the soft whisper of my words against his neck.

“Shut up. You can’t be a slut and a good boy at the same time, and I know which one you want to be, so just let me do this.” My words were rasping and dark with need as I continued to explore the curve of his throat, opening my mouth against his skin where his shoulder and neck join, biting down hard enough just to leave the faintest impression of my teeth. God, the salt of his skin tasted good in my mouth and I wanted to devour every inch of him. I knew our time was short, though, since we were expected back, and I wanted to fulfill my greatest desire first.

I could feel him, hard against my abdomen as I ground against him, rotating my hips into his. I released one of his hands and moved to take his chin in my grasp, tipping it up slightly and holding him tightly enough that my fingers dug into the skin.

“Listen to me and don’t you dare fucking move. You can cry rape about this later, but I’m going to do what I want now, so accept that. Now stand very still…” I let my words trail off as I released his other arm and began to move down his body.

Hands sliding up beneath his shirt, I jerked it up roughly, exposing his chest and stomach to me, that tender skin that begged for my lips. I couldn’t resist and dipped my head to begin a series of licking nips and kisses along his chest. I paused to take his nipples into my mouth one at a time, grazing my teeth across them, flicking with my tongue and sucking gently, feeling them grow hard in my mouth. He hissed softly at the touch of my teeth, but he didn’t struggle, standing perfectly still as I’d told him to. I began to drag my mouth along the line of his stomach as I sank to my knees in front of him.

Grasping his hips in my hands, I jerked them slightly forward, pressing my mouth against the hard outline of his cock against the fabric. I looked up at him, meeting his eyes as he looked down at me, and I knew my own were drowning blue and lit with a fire he had never seen before.

“Mine,” I whispered against his cock before opening my mouth and dragging my teeth against the fabric. Then I had to see it, had to have it there before me, hard and needing. I made quick work of his pants, jerking the fly open and then slowly dragging them down his thighs. He had on the sweetest boxers and, somewhere in the back of my head I was disappointed that he sivas escort hadn’t worn those lovely panties I’d sent. I knew how good they would have looked, how they would have stroked him hard before I even touched him. The disappointment was fleeting, however, and I slipped the boxers down to join his pants.

And there he was. That cock I had wanted so often to touch and lick, hard and jutting out at me, balls heavy and full beneath. I grasped his hips and pulled him forward again as I bent, opening my mouth against the skin of his balls. I paused there, letting the warmth of my breath tickle against his skin, caressing him. I watched his balls tighten at the merest breath, cock twitching upward and a small, clear drop of precome gathering at the tip. My lips curved in a smile against him and then I snaked my tongue out beneath his balls, gathering them and caressing the skin of his scrotum. I licked slowly along each side and then drew them into my mouth, surrounding them in the warmth and wetness before drawing away.

I could see by now that his eyes were closed, his head back, his arms still held out against the wall as if pinned there, hands clenched. He looked so gorgeous like that…surrendered to the pleasure I was forcing on him. My gaze traveled back down, now regarding the cock before me. Lovely and long, thick and pulsing. I could see that more precome had gathered on the head and I leaned forward, slowly dragging my tongue across it, gathering it and savoring the salt-taste of him. He groaned as my tongue touched him and it pleased me, causing things to tighten low in my body. So again I slowly laved my tongue across the head of his cock and he pressed his hips forward, that groan sounding more desperate this time. I smiled to myself and pressed back on his hips, clucking my tongue admonishingly at him. Still, I knew I didn’t too much time to toy with him, but a rushed pleasure is no pleasure at all.

I held his hips gently and leaned down, pressing the tip of my tongue to the base of his cock, slowly dragging it in a butterfly touch along that hard ridge of skin on the underside of the shaft. I flicked gently as I went, from side to side on that ridge, and I could feel his cock swell beneath the touch. Bringing one hand forward, I made an easy loop with my thumb and middle finger around the base of his cock as I pressed my tongue just beneath the head. I held the tip of my tongue there, using my hand to rock his hips back and forth, rubbing the head of his cock against my tongue. After a few moments of this, it was all I could do to stop his hips from their thrusting, forcing him to grow still again.

I chuckled softly and then, before he could react, wrapped my lips around the head of his cock. I sucked gently as he let out something that sounded caught between a scream and a moan, tekirdağ escort again trying to thrust his hips forward. I withdrew my mouth and looked up, shaking my head at him.

“You hold still or we’ll just forget it all together…and I don’t think you want that.”

He grew still almost immediately, but I could hear his breath shuddering in his throat, eyes screwed shut as he tried so hard to control himself. Then slowly he opened his eyes and looked down at me, nodding. And that’s when he said it.

“Yes, Miss.”

I felt something seem to break loose inside of me, white heat and cold rushing along my limbs, and suddenly my pussy was so wet and hot that I could hardly think of doing anything but stopping right there to relieve the sudden arousal. It struck me like a wave and I tipped my head back, slowly stroking my hand along his cock. I took a long breath to clear my head before I could go on.

Drawing my hand back down to the base of his cock, I slipped my lips back over the head, sucking again, but this time swirling my tongue against the soft, throbbing skin. Again I could hear him moaning, and this time there were words. He had seen what he said had done to me, and he moaned repeatedly those words again and again. Unable to bear it, I slipped one hand down to unfasten my shorts, sliding my hand inside. I pushed aside the soft silk of my panties, finding the already slick lips of my pussy, spreading myself open as I began to furiously rub my clit. I couldn’t hold back any longer and my mouth descended on his cock, tongue lashing at the shaft as I began to pump him in and out of my mouth, my free hand following the movement of my mouth. I sucked him deeply into the heat of my mouth, feeling him nudge the back of my throat as my hand, slick with saliva, stroked his shaft.

I could feel it building, an amazing orgasm, and my body shuddered with the impact as it hit me. I shivered and moaned against his cock and it was too much for him, even with all his obediance, and he began to thrust into my mouth. I didn’t care, now, though, and I sucked and stroked him as I came. I felt him twitch and swell beneath my lips just before he let go with a long, loud groan, pumping his hips forward as he came, gushing hot into my mouth. I continued to suck as he came, though my motions grew softer and slower, drawing out the last of his come into my mouth. I could taste him, the salt and heat of him on my tongue, and another orgasm hit me as hard as the first, leaving me shuddering against his hip as I released him.

We remained there a few moments, gasping , trying to regain our equilibrium and Icould feel his hand against my shoulder as I clung to his thigh. Finally, I stood slowly and leaned against the bricks as I fastened my shorts again, watching him as he shakily pulled up his pants and rebuttoned them. I watched with a smile as he turned to me, astonishment and amused pleasure mingled in his expression. Lazily, I looped an arm around his waist, the tension having melted between us, and we began to walk back toward the street.

“So…vodka or whiskey? Or a little something for everyone?”

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Note: If you haven’t already, read the previous chapters of That New Guy, which are prequels to this story.

***

The Monday morning after the sex-filled weekend (or sex-filled Sunday night, in Rachel’s case) found both Rachel and Meg lying in bed, rehashing their multiple, highly-satisfying orgasms, prior to their alarms even going off. Finally, Rachel got up and went to Meg’s room, sitting naked on the edge of her bed, happy to find that she was already awake.

“I need a quickie orgasm to take the edge off,” Rachel said.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Meg replied, “climb aboard.”

Meg threw back her covers to reveal that she was also naked and Rachel straddled her in a sixty-nine. They each managed to bring the other to another orgasm before Meg’s alarm went off then they went about their morning routines, getting ready for work.

Meg and Deb were both conservatively dressed that morning and both only interacted with Jake when he strutted over to each of their workspaces, expecting both of them to still be interested in using him to make the other jealous. He was stumped when both of them were completely indifferent. He called each of his buds, who all feigned ignorance about why the two of them would have completely lost interest after Saturday’s festivities; they all knew that their own chances with Deb and Meg were shot if Jake found out why they were no longer interested in him. Deb and Meg had discussed the fact that he still had the flash drive with Meg’s photos and Deb’s video and wished they had thought to grab it before they’d left his house on Sunday morning. Fortunately, they found out a couple of days later that Chuck had thought to grab it and it was now in his possession. They both promised to reward him for being thoughtful and foresighted. He assumed that they would be rewarding him together but they were so relieved that they decided he needed an even bigger reward than that. When Deb invited him over for her reward, Rachel was already there. Of course Meg’s reward was going to be the same sort of set-up.

After Deb, Rachel and Chuck were all thoroughly satisfied and lying in Deb’s bed recovering, Deb recalled Meg sharing that there was a story about Chuck and the master bathroom at Jake’s house.

“Since I assume you’ll need some time to recover from that,” Deb said, “I heard there was a story about you and Jake’s sister in their parents’ shower that sounds like it’d be pretty hot.”

“Oh God,” Chuck replied, looking embarrassed, “why do you want to hear about that?”

“Well,” Deb said, “if you share all of the intimate details, I’ll bet we’re all ready to go again by the time you’re done.”

That was all it took and so Chuck began his tale…

It was right after Ashley had finished her freshman year of college and I wasn’t even aware that she was back home yet. I was in Jake’s neighborhood and tried to give him a call but he didn’t answer so I figured maybe he was in the pool and decided I’d just stop by. I came around the back of the house the way you and Meg did on Saturday but, rather than finding Jake, I found Ashley, with her back to me, just shaking her long, brown hair out of her swim cap. She was in a one-piece swimsuit and had obviously just finished a workout in the pool. I stopped in my tracks, staring at her perfect ass, realizing that she was really all grown up now.

She and Jake had never been really that close. She was quiet and smart but not unattractive, just young. To Jake, she was just his annoying little sister. She and I had always gotten along, partly because we were both pretty smart, not that I’m tooting my own horn. You know Jake, though; he’s not the sharpest tool in the shed so it was hard for him to relate to how smart she was. I didn’t have that problem. But she was still just Jake’s little sister until that day I saw her after her workout and I realized that she was a woman now, a desirable woman for sure. With that realization, I managed to not only drop my car keys, but kick them as well. The noise startled her and she turned around suddenly but smiled when she saw that it was me.

“Hey, you!” she said enthusiastically.

“Hey, you,” I replied then bent down to pick up my keys as my eyes traveled along the length of her body behind my sunglasses. Like the rest of the family, she had an athletic physique and clearly worked out regularly. Her legs looked a mile long and she appeared to have a substantial rack squished into that one-piece swimsuit.

“How was school?” I continued, “I didn’t know you were back.”

“It was tough,” she replied, making a face, “I’m still recovering from finals. I just got back yesterday.”

“That’s really saying something,” I said, “if it was tough for you.”

“Oh shut up,” she said, flushing slightly, “I’m afraid Jake isn’t here, though. I get home yesterday and he and our parents are gone all day today.”

“I tried calling him but he didn’t pick up,” I told her.

“He probably irritated Mom or Dad playing with his phone and they made him shut it off,” she laughed, “You’d think he was still a teenager but I think he just gets distracted by shiny rize escort things.”

“Well, I don’t want to bother you if you’re still recovering from your finals,” I said, “You’re probably going to appreciate the time to yourself.”

“Actually, you’re more than welcome to hang out,” she replied, “I was just planning to go take a shower. You want to join me?”

She asked that question less with confidence and more with hope. I could feel my cock stiffen slightly in my shorts.

“Seriously?” I asked, “I can’t even tell you how much I’d love that.”

She smiled so broadly that I think my heart may have skipped a beat as it occurred to me how beautiful she was and that I was, at the very least, about to see her naked. We headed into the house and, as we made our way upstairs and she led me to the master bathroom, I tried to position myself slightly behind her when I could to continue admiring her sweet ass. Once we were in the vast bathroom, she stopped and turned back toward me so I slipped my arms around her and kissed her. She responded by wrapping her arms around my neck and slipping her tongue into my mouth. We made out as my cock stiffened against her but, as much as I was enjoying making out with her, I really wanted to get her naked. I brought my hands up and started to slide the shoulder straps of her swimsuit down her arms. She dropped her arms and we parted so I could watch as her succulent tits were revealed.

Of course, compared to yours and Meg’s, they weren’t really that big but per my standards at that moment they were. As they were freed from the spandex confines of her swimsuit, they sloped down to her large areolas and hard nipples, so I lowered my head to lick and suck her nipples while continuing to slide her swimsuit down. Once her swimsuit was down to her hips, though, I stopped then, after I’d licked and sucked her nipples a bit, I dropped to my knees and continued to slide her swimsuit down. Her dark brown bush was trimmed to a narrow triangle so as not to escape from the edges of her swimsuit. As I gazed at it, my hands were pushing her swimsuit down over her ass, caressing the soft, smooth flesh. My cock was a steel rod at that point but there was something I couldn’t resist doing while her pussy was right in my face.

Once she’d stepped out of her swimsuit, I ran my tongue along her slit, tasting her pungent juices and causing her to moan. I ran my hands over her toned ass while I was licking her pussy but, when I brought a hand down to slip a finger into her, she leaned back against the sink and parted her legs a bit for me. Her pussy was nicely snug and quite slippery as I slid my finger in and out while licking and sucking her clit. She moaned louder and longer, which was obviously a good sign, and my goal was definitely to make her cum. I hadn’t thought about fucking her before that day and now I wanted to make sure that she experienced enough pleasure that she’d want to get together for sex whenever we had an opportunity. I’d been honing my oral technique for years for exactly that same reason so I just put what I had learned into effect.

I didn’t necessarily want her to cum quickly but I also didn’t want to draw out the pleasure to the point where I was denying her the relief of an orgasm. Based on how hot and wet her pussy was along with the noises she was making, I was feeling pretty confident that she was building quickly toward an orgasm. I just had to count on my technique also making it a highly pleasurable one. I was certainly enjoying the opportunity to be devouring her hot pussy and wanted to assure that I’d have future opportunities, as well. I knew it could end up being tricky having a sexual relationship with Jake’s sister but, feeling and tasting her hot pussy had me pretty certain that it’d be worth the effort. Even that soon after being invited to join her in the shower, I wasn’t thinking that I just wanted to fuck her; we had a mutual respect for each other going back a few years so I was immediately thinking that this could be more than just a one-time thing. I wasn’t thinking about dating her but I wasn’t completely ruling out the possibility of some sort of relationship.

When she started tensing up while holding my head and pulling it against her pussy, it was clear that she was on the verge of cumming. I didn’t modify my technique or my pace since both had served me well thus far and it ended up being just a few minutes later when she momentarily held her breath then gasped as her body started shaking. I continued to devour her through her orgasm, which was long and appeared to be highly pleasurable. Only once I was certain that she’d finished cumming did I sit back on my heels while sucking her juices off of my finger. I was admiring her body as I sat there while she was catching her breath and recovering.

“You’re really good at that,” she finally said, opening her eyes and looking down at me.

“It was my first time,” I lied with mock seriousness.

“Bullshit,” she said with a smile, calling me out, “It may have been your first time with me but it certainly won’t be your last.”

She sakarya escort helped me up then switched places with me, so I was leaning against the sink as she dropped to her knees and went to work opening my shorts. Since we’d be showering and she was fully naked already, I went ahead and stripped off my shirt as she got my shorts down, followed by my briefs. My rigid cock popped out in her face but she helped me to step out of my shorts and underwear before gripping it and pumping it gently then guiding it into her mouth. I moaned as she inhaled it, sliding her lips down my shaft as she pumped the base. She immediately started to enthusiastically suck me off and I knew it wouldn’t take much of that before I was spewing down her throat. Admittedly, it was not the best blowjob I’d ever received but, as they say, a blowjob is like pizza: even when it’s bad, it’s still pretty good…and it wasn’t a bad blowjob by any means.

Honestly, I was kind of glad that it wasn’t the best blowjob I’d ever received because then I’d have been wondering how many cocks had been in Ashley’s mouth before mine. I preferred to maintain the image of her as unsullied, whether it was accurate or not. Just the fact that it was Ashley, Jake’s little sister, made it an even more enjoyable blowjob but the fact that I now considered her a hottie as well further amplified the pleasure. So, bottom line, I had no complaints about this blowjob and didn’t hesitate to encourage her and let her know how good it felt. I ran one hand through her thick, dark brown hair but didn’t push my cock any deeper into her mouth, leaving the pace and depth entirely in her control. My orgasm was slowly building and I was relishing the pleasure that I was feeling as a result of her cocksucking.

As my cock started to swell even more with the approach of my orgasm, she maintained her pace and the pleasure continued to build. I did warn her when I was getting close, just in case, but she didn’t pause or hesitate. When I exploded into her mouth with a moan, she swallowed my load without any apparent issues and continued to suck me off until I was completely spent. When she released my cock, she sat back on her heels and looked up at me.

“That was outstanding,” I said, reaching down to help her up.

“That’s very nice of you to say,” she said, “but I’m not sure that it was that good.”

“Trust me, I’d be happy to experience that every day,” I replied, “In fact, if you’re not feeling confident about it, I volunteer to let you practice on me whenever you want.”

That made her smile so I took her in my arms and our naked bodies pressed together then I kissed her. We made out a little bit before finally heading into the shower. She grabbed a hair thing and put her long hair up then adjusted the water and wet herself down as I admired her naked body. When we traded places and, as I was wetting myself down, she grabbed a bottle then we each took a handful of the body wash it contained. We each lathered up the body wash then started to lather up each other. Of course I started with her tits and she started with my cock and balls but we did end up thoroughly washing each other while getting ourselves all worked up again in the process. When we finished up and were drying each other off, I was fully rigid again and ready to slip my cock into her snug pussy. We headed to her bedroom first, bringing our clothes and towels along with us.

I’d never really been in her room before; I’d only held brief conversations from the doorway. It was big, as was her bed, and had a desk and an armchair among other furniture. She went to her nightstand and dug around in a drawer as I stared at her bare ass then she extracted a condom that looked like the kind we used to get from our Resident Advisors in the dorms back in college.

“You don’t mind, do you?” she asked as she handed it to me.

“Of course not,” I replied, tearing it open and rolling it on.

“I don’t have a lot of experience,” she said, almost apologetically.

“Then you should be on top,” I replied, “so you can be in control.”

I got onto her bed and lay in the middle with my sheathed cock standing straight up then watched as she climbed on, her tits swinging and bouncing. She straddled me as I continued to admire her physique then I guided my rigid cock toward her pussy and she eased herself down onto it. We both moaned as her snug pussy engulfed my throbbing cock and I was happy to see a smile on her face rather than a grimace. She sat on my cock for a moment before beginning to move slowly up and down. I moved my hands up her thighs to her waist then reached further up to fondle her tits, caressing the soft, smooth flesh and running my palms over her hard nipples. She gradually increased the pace at which she was riding my cock and her pussy felt amazing even through the condom.

Although my gaze alternated from her tits to her trim bush and up to her face, it seemed like it kept going back to her face, not only because she was so pretty but also because I felt like I had to keep confirming that it was actually her. She had her eyes closed samsun escort but the big smile remained as she was riding me harder and faster. We got a good rhythm going and I was pushing up into her each time she came down, wanting to give her maximum penetration. Her bed remained silent even as her pace increased but, as her tits started bouncing more, I ended up taking my hands away from them so that I could watch. I brought them back down to her waist then reached around to caress her toned ass. She wasn’t shy about expressing herself verbally so it was obvious when she was getting close to cumming. In addition to her vocalizations, I could feel through the condom that her pussy was becoming even hotter and wetter. I think the condom was helping my staying power even though it seemed like no sensitivity was being sacrificed.

Although I knew she was right on the verge, it took me by surprise when she dropped down and suddenly started shaking as she let out a cry. She didn’t move up again, remaining seated on my cock as her orgasm coursed through her. Since her tits had stopped bouncing, I brought my hands around to fondle them again as she was cumming. Her orgasm appeared to be another long and intensely pleasurable one so I was pleased to have helped her achieve that. When she’d finished cumming, she remained seated on my cock for a moment as she caught her breath then she opened her eyes.

“I’ve never had an orgasm during sex before,” she revealed before leaning forward to kiss me. We made out for a moment as I went back to caressing her ass while slowly sliding my cock in and out of her again.

“Can we try something different?” she asked when she pulled my mouth from mine, “I’ve never had a boy in my room before and all of my experience thus far has been sort of fumbling around, usually in the dark.”

“And you want to take advantage of the opportunity?” I asked.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, “I don’t know if we’ll ever have this kind of freedom here again so we should take advantage and I shouldn’t assume you’d even want to come back.”

“Hey,” I said, taking her face in my hands, “I want to come back. In fact, I don’t think I want to leave but I agree that we should take advantage of this opportunity then we can figure out what happens next.”

She kissed me again then climbed off of my still rigid tool, kneeling on the bed as I sat up. I had an idea so I hopped off of the bed and led her to the armchair then had her kneel on it facing away from me as I stood behind her. While she braced herself on the back of the chair, I guided my cock into her from behind and held her hips as I pushed it all the way in. We both moaned as my hips pressed against her sweet ass then I started to slowly slide my cock in and out of her. She was immediately pushing back and, once we had a rhythm going, I not only moved my hands up to cup her tits but I also suggested that she massage her clit as I was fucking her. She dropped a hand down and her moaning continued. I was hefting her soft, smooth tits while feeling her hard nipples against my palms as I was sliding my cock in and out of her pussy once again.

While I was savoring the feel of her pussy, I was already plotting our next move. Aside from fucking on the floor, which was not the most appealing option, the majority of the furniture didn’t lend itself to being an accessory to fucking. I had a couple of ideas, though, but wanted to be sure that the act of fucking itself didn’t get overshadowed by any acrobatics. While Ashely wanted to try some new things and I wanted to indulge her, I really was just content with the opportunity to be naked with her and enjoying her snug, slippery pussy. Even though I didn’t have as enjoyable a view fucking her from behind, I could still admire her sweet ass and cupping her tits with her hard nipples against my palms was definitely something I was thoroughly enjoying.

Once again, she was setting the pace and it picked up pretty quickly. Each time she pushed backwards, I’d give a thrust but she was otherwise in total control. I think the hand that was taking care of her clit was definitely helping to push her toward another orgasm though I wouldn’t have said that she might as well have been masturbating; hopefully my cock was contributing significantly to her pleasure. Based on the noises she was making and how hard she was impaling herself on my cock, I was pretty confident that she was receiving a significant amount of pleasure from me fucking her. I could feel the distant stirring of my own orgasm but, although I was absolutely enjoying the feel of her snug, slippery pussy, the condom was definitely helping to keep me from cumming too quickly.

I was impressed that, as hard as she was pushing back against my thrusts right before she came, her ass did not jiggle even a bit. It was still fun to watch, and listen to the smacking sounds along with her longer, louder moans, right up until she gave that one last push backwards. She held herself motionless for a brief moment, and may have been holding her breath as well, then let out a cry as her body started shaking. I continued to fondle her tits as she was cumming but did not thrust into her, not wanting to throw anything off. Her orgasm appeared to be yet another long and intensely pleasurable one, which I was confident that we both appreciated. I was definitely feeling that a return invitation was by this point a foregone conclusion.

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My name is Mina Ambrose and I am a Fat Chick. Damn proud of it too, just in case you’re wondering. I stand six feet tall, jet-black and thick, with a fifty-inch behind that looks so fine it could stand by itself without the need of my curvy body for support. I am a dark-skinned black woman, which suits me fine but has also made me an outcast among my people. Add this to the fact that I weigh two hundred and fifty pounds and you’ve got a whole lot of complications. Fortunately, I’m not the self-pity type. I am pretty damn proud of myself. Every inch of me is beautiful. Don’t you dare disagree.

I like to get down in all kinds of freaky ways. Fortunately for me, I meet all kinds of freaky guys who like to get down and dirty with me. First, there’s my Monday night man, Jeremy Shay. He’s a good-looking, Japanese-American stud who stands six feet two inches tall and weighs two hundred and forty pounds. We met through the Internet, on a forum for fans of Sumo Wrestling. Jeremy is a sumo wrestler and is quite well-known back in Japan. Sumo Wrestlers are held in high regard in his culture, much like Professional Football Players in America. We get along famously.

Jeremy Shay is a big man who likes big women. My kind of man! I still remember some of our more passionate hookups. It was a cool winter night in Boston and Jeremy had come back in town from a major match in Tokyo. I made sure that this Sumo Wrestler got a warm welcome. I picked him up at Logan Airport and brought him to my dorm room at Northeastern University. Jeremy once told me that while competing in Sumo Wrestling Championships, he completely abstained from sex. mersin escort He said that he couldn’t afford distractions in the Dojo. I understood.

I went to Logan airport to pick him up, and he smiled as he saw me. He gave me a big hug and kiss. I drove us back to my dorm room at Northeastern University, and once there, we got our freak on! We were making out in the car, and almost got messed up in traffic. So, our lovemaking got intense! Jeremy and I undressed, and went to my bed. I licked him from his head to his toes, and then went straight for the dick. I sucked his cock and licked his balls. He groaned as I pleasured him. I knew what he liked, so I slid a finger up his ass while sucking his cock. Jeremy didn’t mind. In fact, he got even harder. I continued to work him over until he finally came, and I drank his seed.

Every man’s cock tastes different. Also, no two men’s cum tastes the same. Jeremy tasted different from just about any man I had ever been with. It’s almost as if his seed were saltier, and better. I licked his balls, which caused him to moan in pleasure. As I sucked the cum out of his cock, I continued to finger his asshole. He really loved that. A long time ago, Jeremy and I discovered that we had much more in common than just being large, heavyset minority types. We both had a certain anal eroticism which we kept hidden from the world. I was a fat chick who secretly desired to have her asshole filled with some stiff cock. Yet I couldn’t articulate this desire of mine, until I met him.

In many ways, we were each others firsts. I remember that night when Jeremy muğla escort finally relieved me of my anal virginity. We had been wrestling in his basement, practicing some of his Sumo moves. We worked up a good sweat. Two large people, a tall Asian man and a black woman, wrestling in a circular arena. Yeah, it was fun. It also made both of us very horny. We were wrestling when suddenly Jeremy pinned me. I looked up at him. He looked masculine, sexy and virile. I wanted him. Jeremy told me that he wanted to take me.

My eyes widened when I figured out what he wanted. This huge Sumo wrestler wanted to bury his thick cock up my buns. No way! I gasped and tried to flee. Jeremy wrestled me down and then spread my butt cheeks wide open. He pressed his hard cock against my asshole, and pushed. I gasped as his cock went into my asshole. Damn! The thing which I dreaded, and secretly craved, had finally come true. Jeremy held me firmly by the hips and thrust into me, burying his cock deep inside my ass. It hurt like hell at first but after a moment, it felt better. Yeah, it started to feel good, having a fat cock up my buns. Especially a long and thick cock like Jeremy’s. It went deep into my asshole, filling me up completely. When Jeremy finally came, filling my asshole with his cum, I felt abased but alive. My screams were cries of pleasure and the tears in my eyes were tears of joy. Yeah, Jeremy was the man I lost my backdoor virginity to, and I loved it.

Tonight, we decided to explore his back door instead of mine. I prepared him for it. I sucked his cock and got him nice and hard, then I applied nevşehir escort some lube all around his asshole and inside of it as well. I slid first one, then two fingers inside of him. Jeremy gasped. He was used to this. I smiled and tentatively added another finger. He could take no more. I fingered his asshole, and watched as his already long and thick cock lengthened and hardened. Oh, my! I had found the on button! I continued to probe and lick his asshole, with my fingers and tongue.

Jeremy closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying what I was doing to him. Slowly, I pulled my fingers out of him and replaced them with a slim blue dildo. I worked the dildo in and out of his ass while sucking his cock. He got incredibly hard in my mouth. Once I got him at his hardest, I decided to pull a switch. I slowly removed his hard dick from my mouth and changed positions. I turned around and, holding his cock, guided it to my asshole. I lowered myself onto his member, until his cock was buried in my ass. At the same time, I slid the dildo in and out of Jeremy’s asshole. I was fucking his ass at the same time that his cock was deep inside my ass. He placed his hands on my hips and fucked me for all he was worth. It wasn’t long before he came, flooding my asshole with his hot cum for the second time that night. We fucked and sucked the night away before falling asleep in each others arms.

I was glad that Jeremy had returned. He told me that he had learned many new Sumo wrestling moves and was anxious to show me. Well, I was his ever eager apprentice, as long as we got to wrestle in oil. Yeah, I was glad to have the Japanese stud in my life. I’m going to sex him down like he’s never had it done to him before. Why, other than the sheer nasty fun of it? Simply because he needs to be reminded that Boston is where I am, even when he’s surrounded by Asian vixens. My way of keeping my man. Anyhow, have a good one. Peace.

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“I have a surprise for you!” he whispered into the phone.

“You do?” I whispered back. “You know how much I love surprises!”

“Meet me in the parking lot in 20 minutes!” he replied.

“OKAY!” I said with a smile on my face.

Max Westfield and I always talk in hushed tones, especially at work. After all, our relationship is forbidden. In the public eye, we simply work at the same place and exchange pleasantries. We interact on matters of business in a professional manner. Nobody could know the private relationship we share behind closed doors.

So I sit at my desk and anxiously watch the clock for 20 minutes to tick by. What kind of surprise could it be this time, I’m wondering. The last time he did this, it was spring time and he brought me a mason jar with a big yellow ribbon tied around it, with fresh lilac’s stuffing the opening that he’d just snipped from the lilac tree. Now that its winter, I’m pretty sure he’s not bringing me fresh meadow flowers or a homemade snowman or something.

It’s been 15 minutes, I’m anxious and can’t think of anything else so I grab my coat and head outside. I wear a smile from ear to ear, my mind racing trying to figure out what the surprise could be. I hurry over to his truck, knowing no matter how fast I get there, I still have to wait for him to arrive. Well, it seems he couldn’t wait either because he was already on the far side of his truck waiting for me.

The moment I reach him, I wrap my arms around his neck and plant my lips on his! As eagerly as I kiss him, he replies with a matched enthusiasm. I love it when mornings start out this way. His arms are wrapped around me, holding me close and our kissing could so easily turn into something more. My pulse is racing as he kisses me through smiling lips.

“Now for that surprise!” he says. Honestly, I would have been content with the surprise he just gave me. Meeting in the parking lot like that for a special “good morning kiss” was rare but always welcomed and treasured. He opened the door to his truck and gave me a box. He told me to take the box to my car and said I wasn’t allowed to open it until lunch time. If I peeked too soon, it would ruin the surprise. Not being one to ruin anything, I followed his directions. I walked to my car as he walked back in the building, giving us each an ample amount of time so we’re not seen walking in together.

Now back at my desk, time crawls by. I’m able to accomplish a few things but my mind is never far from that box and what may be inside. I have to remind myself that staring at the clock will not make its hands move any faster. Anticipation is building! In order to get through the rest of the morning, I remind myself that it’s just a plain brown box, and knowing Max it may contain the new release from my favorite author. He knows how reading my books helps me forget I’m lonely when we can’t be together.

The clock strikes 11:00am. Only another hour and a half until lunch time and as much as I try to ignore it for the moment, my curiosity grows. I think this must be his intent, because I really can’t figure out what kind of surprise would be ruined depending on the time of day the box was opened. Yet, at 11:15 he turns off the light in his office and I hear him say good bye to others as he walks for the exit.

“Have a good weekend, I’ll see you Monday.” He says as he walks down the hall. He never says good bye to me that way, lest it raises suspicion but he will pass my office and send me a quick wink and a smile as he heads out the door. Now I’m filled with disappointment. He didn’t even tell me he was leaving early today. I miss him when he’s not at work, even if we’re both so busy I barely see him, because I know he’s never very far away. At least when I know he’s leaving early, I can prepare myself ahead of time.

It’s now close to 12:30, the time I go for lunch. It’s so close to the time where I open the box and find out what’s inside, ending my frenzied thoughts. Over the past few hours, I’ve thought of many kütahya escort things it could be. Nothing was ever really viable nor expected, but when your mind is out of control, it thinks things it normally wouldn’t think.

I don’t usually take my lunch out to my car, but today is an exception. He must have some plan based on timing, else I would have been able to open the box sooner. Once I reach my car, I toss my sandwich on the dash and reach for the box, intent on discovering its contents. I took off the cover to the box and found another smaller box inside, but also was a note. The note was telling me to retrieve my things and shut down to prepare to leave for the day. He has already arranged my afternoon off but didn’t say how. Once I was back in the car with all my things, I could open the next box.

I don’t think I’ve ever rushed through a mission so quickly before in my life. My curiosity and anticipation was winning over every other emotion I’ve ever known. I get back to my desk, set my “out of office” reply, replace my voicemail, pack up my things and rush out the door. The excitement is building as my mind explores hundreds of different possibilities.

Finally, I get back to my car! I load my things into the back seat, climb into the driver’s seat and start the engine. I open the 2nd box and find a sheer negligee, a soft pastel purple that is light and wispy, long enough to reach the top of my thighs but sheer enough to see everything anyway. Along with the negligee was another note and a key! The note told me where I was to meet him, in a cabin by the lake at a remote resort not too far away. The key would get me in the door. Once I reached the cabin, I was supposed to change into the negligee and wait for his arrival.

Once I reached the cabin and let myself in, I realized he had already been there. The cabin was toasty warm with a fire already crackling, candles were burning, soft music was playing from his iPad, and the cabin had vases of fresh lilacs scattered around. (I wonder where he found lilacs this time of year). I set my things down, removed my coat, and brought that box into the bathroom to change. On the vanity, I found another note and a blindfold. Instructions were short and to the point. Change clothes, apply the blindfold, and wait for his return on the center of the bed.

This is a new twist, something we’ve never done before, but I’m intrigued. I follow directions, freshen up my makeup, brush my hair and hurry over to the bed. I get comfortable wondering how long I’ll have to wait for him, prop myself up on the pillows, put on the blindfold and wait. I know it was probably less than 5 minutes but it seemed like forever. I heard a door open but it didn’t sound like the door to the cabin, it sounded like a closet door.

He sees me lying there, wearing the negligee, propped up on pillows with a blindfold on. I hear him take in a deep breath and moan slightly. Feeling good about myself that I can cause this reaction, I smile in the direction of his footsteps. I feel the pressure on the mattress as he joins me, my arms open instantly and rise above my head searching for an embrace. Rather than wrapping his arms around me, his hands grab mine, fingers intertwining as his lips find mine for a deep passionate kiss. This moment is so hot and exciting, I hold my breath and moan at the same time, wanting more.

“Do you trust me” he whispered?

“Yes, of course I do!” was my reply, as I wondered where this question was leading. He’d never asked me that before. He let go of my right hand, trailing his fingertips over my nipples thru the fabric, brushing his lips against mine for another soft lingering kiss. His left hand was still holding mine and he moved my arm further above my head, reaching for the far corner of the headboard. VELCRO! I heard the rip of velco opening and felt him wrap a wrist strap around my wrist. Then he quickly extended my right arm and wrapped that wrist as well, not even giving me manisa escort a chance to protest (not that I would anyway but he didn’t know that).

There I lay, feeling exposed and vulnerable, and so excited. Sheer negligee, blindfolded so I can’t see what’s coming next, wrist bound so I can’t interject with anything that might happen. Even though the fire has the cabin toasty warm, I feel a chill run through my body, a chill of excitement. Just as I wonder what he’s planning next, he offers me another kiss, then grabs me by the hips and pulls me down a little on the bed. This almost stretches my arms to their limit but I’m still comfortable with my head and shoulders propped up on the pillows.

His fingers fumble with the bow ties on the shoulders holding my negligee in place. He pulls on the lace to untie the knot. The back was never secure, so once the shoulder ties are gone, he easily removes the fabric… Now I am totally naked and warm, but the tingling in my body still causes my nipples to harden.

I hear another Velcro strap. I have to wonder what that one is for. It didn’t take long for me to find out. It was for my knees. First one then the other were both tied to a strap that was waiting on the frame of the bed. My knees were at waist level, tied down to the mattress, leaving my pussy and ass wide open to the elements of the room. And if I didn’t feel exposed and vulnerable before, now I REALLY did…. But the excitement was growing and I couldn’t find a single reason to resist.

He finally breaks the silence. It was probably only a couple minutes but he had me blindfolded, arms tied above my head, knees tied in a spread eagle fashion and he whispered to me, “I wanna hear you beg.” He knows I refuse to beg anyone for anything, EVER!

He joined me on the mattress and straddled my hips. I could feel his solid cock against my thigh. His lips came down on my nipples as he licked first one, then the other. My body was at full attention. His licks turned into suckling, his fingertips twisting one nipple as his mouth covered the other, his cock resting upon my thigh. I couldn’t wrap my arms around him, I couldn’t pull him closer and hold him, I couldn’t wrap my legs around his ass. All I could do was melt under the delicious attack of his tongue, lips, and teeth as he nibbled my breasts.

I whimpered as he left me. UGH! I was waiting for more, waiting for the suckling to continue, maybe feel his tongue take its familiar path down the center of my belly to find my pulsing clit. Having lost all sight due to the blindfold, all other senses are acute. I hear the pop of something opening, although I’m not sure what it is… “Apple butter” I hear him say… then I feel the cold cream that smells of apples running over my navel and spreading down my thighs. His tongue is close behind, warming up the cool butter with his warm breath and moist tongue, softly licking the trail of apple butter. MORE SHIVERS and excitement. I want to reply in kind, I want to wrap my limbs around his body, but I am completely at his mercy. I cannot move.

OH JESUS! Just fuck me I’m thinking…! I can’t take this sweet torture anymore… it’s been at least 30 minutes of kissing, nibbling, caressing, sucking and I’m ready to crack! I need to cum! I need to explode. But every time I’m close, he retreats.

Finally, I feel his tongue on my clit! It’s only a matter of moments now before sweet release when I can explode and float in heavenly bliss. He licks me ever so softly. He always starts off that way, gets me in a frenzy, then dives in with a tongue fucking to bring an explosive release that soaks bed sheets for a week. As much as I whimper, as much as I want to hold his head closer and wrap my legs around his shoulders, I can’t. I’m not in control, I can’t facilitate, I can’t thrust my pussy into his face because I’m tied down. All I can do is accept this sweet torture and wait for his mercy.

Mercy was not forthcoming. He slowly left my clit and kissed a mardin escort path back up to my breasts. His hand cupped one as his lips suckled the other. He continued his trail up my neck until her reached my lips, burying his tongue in my mouth, feeling his body press mine into the mattress, his cock pulses against my already sensitive clit, tasting myself on his tongue. It won’t take much, I’m ready to explode!

He stopped… he stopped kissing me, he stopped licking me, his body left mine… even though my wrists were bound and my knees were bound, I could still move my hips. I have so much need and desire, my clit is pounding, I rock my hips in an upward motion. I feel like I’m fucking the air, just looking for something, anything to grasp onto. This physical need is growing deep inside my pussy and I need something to put out the fire. I moan, pulsing pussy looking for assault, total consumption when without warning, I feel the vibration of something hard at the opening my center of desire, my center of need. He rests it against my opening and no amount of thrusting I can do with my hips will help me milk this toy deep into my core. He’s holding it back, watching me thrust, waiting for me to beg….

He slowly inserts this vibrating toy as deep in my pussy as he can go. He’s pushing it in, one inch at a time until I feel totally consumed. He lets it rest there, as the walls of my pussy try to inhale this toy. My hips are thrashing, I’m looking for release, I want him to fuck me hard and now, I don’t even care if it’s with a toy! I need the pounding! I need the release. If I were not bound, I’d be rubbing my own clit! “For Christ sakes Max, fuck me and let me cum already!” I’m starting to get violent; I’ll expect a violent release. “Fuck me! Eat me! Spank me! Just stop torturing me!” My orders were followed by a chuckle. I was in no position to issue orders. All I could do was succumb to his assault. I was helpless.

That’s right…. He wants me to beg. But… I’m not a beggar! I’ll take his sweet torture, but I won’t beg!

He slowly withdraws the vibrating toy, leaving me feeling totally empty. Oh my god, a void that is desperate to be filled. In a swift unsuspecting moment, I feel him plunge into my core! He’s not fucking me, he just buried his cock in me as far as he could reach and stayed there. The muscles of my pussy cling and contract, trying to milk him for everything he has. He pulses his hips just a little without moving his cock and that’s enough to send my clit into a frenzy. If I could move freely, I would have turned him over right then and there and rode him hard, slamming my hips into his groin.

“DAMN IT!” I cried out… “Just fuck me, fuck me hard! Max, make me cum!”

“I’m so sorry.” Was his reply.” I can’t do that right now.”

CHRIST!!!! He wants me to beg. If I don’t, he will never allow me to cum.

“GOD DAMMIT Max, please, I beg you… PLEASE make me cum!”

He backs off, as he’s considering my request. My body is in convulsions. I’m trying to fuck dry air, my body gasping for attention, for final release. I can’t see what he doing, or read the expression on his face, I can’t tell if he’s relenting, or feeling any mercy. My body begins to thrash as much as the bindings will allow. I need to cum but I need him to help get me there…

“PLEASE MAX!” I cry out… “Please help me! I beg you, please have mercy! I need to cum, I need to explode! I need you to help me!”

Like a time bomb, that’s all he needed to hear. I felt him plunge his solid rock hard cock deep into my core and as he rocked his hips back and forth, each drive of his cock became harder, deeper, faster until I was ready to explode. The walls of my pussy with each contraction milked him for everything he had. His own release was matched by mine as my fluid squirted into a small river.

Moments later, he removed my bindings, removed the blindfold, and allowed me to rest sleepily on his shoulder. I rolled into the crook of his arm, he wrapped his arm around me and with a kiss on the top of my head, whispered “Sweet Dreams”. I was definitely falling off into a slumber after all that precious torture. And I was wearing a smile on my face ? I will have to remember to ask what was the special occasion, then again he makes every occasion special…

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We were kissing and fooling around with each other on the bed for a while, we slid your panties off first then kept kissing as I fondled with your pussy.

As the intensity grew you wandered your hands below and found my rock hard cock… which you then took out of my pants as I lay on my back, you were smiling up at me as you fondled and teased it for a little bit then wrapped your moist lips around the head of my penis. Whilst you were gliding your mouth up and down my shaft, your arse shifted around and was now pointing near where my hand was, so I started to caress your warm and wet pussy.

I then slid my fingers inside of you… you flinched a little as I began to play with you, I then turned my attention to your clit and started rubbing it firmly but softly.

By this stage my cock was fully aroused and starting to throb.

You took me deeper into your mouth and worked me faster until I blew my hot load into your mouth, I was still trying to massage your clit through my orgasm and as you licked my tip clean.

I kahramanmaraş escort then flipped you on your back and started to kiss and play with your pussy until my tongue found your swollen clit, as the pleasure for you grew your back would arch up and then back down. Your hips started working in perfect sync with my tongue… up and down… up and down, the breathing getting heavier.

I could feel you getting warmer and warmer between your legs until you exploded into an intense orgasm, as you moaned and quivered I kept lashing you with my tongue until you told me it was enough… Then you begged me to fuck you…

You said to me… fuck me, fuck me, I want your cock inside me…

I was definitely ready to go again as my cock was standing at full attention and I was just as eager to plunge into your beautiful wet pussy.

I flipped you over and slid my member slowly into your vagina, both of us feeling instant pleasure from me entering you from behind.

The kastamonu escort momentum grew and as our intensity lifted, I would firmly pound my hips against your arse. Your head low down near the bed on your pillow you started fucking back against me, I love this position staring down at my cock driving into your pussy just below your asshole… what a view I think to myself… then as I arch over your back I begin to give your clit some more attention. You liked having your clit rubbed again coupled with my cock penetrating as deep as it could go.

I slowed the tempo of the sex down and sped up my pace on your clit…

I could tell you were nearing another climax, as you rose up on all fours I pulled my cock out.

I reached between your legs, fingers rubbing you quickly as my thumb slipped inside you… Yes, yes, awww yes keep going you instructed as I really honed in on your button.

Fuck… aww… you groan as the sensation peaked and you reach your climax kayseri escort again.

I rolled you over onto your back once again and nestled myself between your legs. My cock slides in to your swollen pussy as I lift your legs right up. Pumping hard at a slow tempo I see your top lip go stiff, I pick up the pace. Sliding in and out… I can’t hold on much more, I pull my length out and rub it on your clit. Your looking up at me, as I look down into your eyes as I’m slowly moving my cock on your clit… I ask if I can cum in your arse, you hesitate for a second… then replied… just be gentle.

I gently press my knob against your asshole, with a bit of pressure it slides in.

You gasp at first, but then we settle in to a rhythm… both enjoying the moment.

Slowly my cock goes back and forth, I can feel the tightness around me, fuck me this feels unbelievable around my cock. The feeling and the thought of my cock inside you there is too much. It’s as if you know, you grab my arse, I’m about to cum.

An intense orgasm takes over me, my arms weaken as I spurt my shuddering load inside of you.

I collapse on top of you… we are both spent.

You bring me in and hold me tight, knowing the pleasure you’ve just given me… We then kiss a little more and hold each other until we are no longer joined at the hips…

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It was almost midnight by the time Janine and Brad got back to their twelfth floor New York apartment. Janine headed on up in the elevator while Brad parked the car in the underground garage.

As he waited for the elevator on his own, he thought over the night’s events and what kind of deal he could cut with his boss to get a promotion out of it all. He could use the raise in pay to buy Janine the perfect Christmas present every girl wanted – a diamond and white gold engagement ring she had been cooing and gah-gah’ing over since summer. And the extra seniority would let him take that special vacation – ‘honeymoon’, he thought.

Brad smiled as he walked through the halls of the posh building, and into the apartment. Ever cautious, he turned and bolted the door behind him.

As his eyes acclimated to the soft light coming from the dining room’s chandelier, he realized couldn’t hear Janine moving around at all, and that struck him as odd.

Brad tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter and walked around the dark, halfway open slotted wooden door of the closet that created a sort of island of walls between the bedrooms, kitchen and living/dining rooms.

“Janine?”

Hmm, Brad wondered, going back to the door and kicking off his black shoes.

Before he even had a chance to remove his stylish leather jacket, Janine had pounced on him.

“Wha-?” Brad managed to get out as Janine, naked except for the long string of pearls he had given her on their first anniversary of living together, pinned him against the door.

Her questing mouth silenced any further objections he might have vocalized. Her tongue slipped easily into his mouth, searching for and finding his own. Her hands began to rove wildly over his body, pulling his gray dress shirt from out of his tailored black slacks. Then she was dragging her fingernails up and down his hidden spine and muscled ribs.

Brad did not try to resist her, in any way. When the five foot ten brunette acted like this, there was only one thing that would satisfy her. And only one thing, alone.

Brad had to let her have what she wanted. Janine had a way about her that demanded that.

Janine released Brad’s mouth and began to whisper to him, her breath hot and tingly against his ear.

“Did you see the way your boss was looking at me?” Janine said breathily.

Brad nodded. His forty-eight year old boss had been giving Brad’s twenty-two year old girlfriend the eye tonight at the dinner he’d planned for the couple on behalf of the company Brad kuşadası escort worked for. Throughout the appetizers and courses, Brad’s gray-haired company head had not been able to take his eyes off of Janine’s exposed cleavage. The woman had worn a very revealing black dress, spaghetti straps and shining sequins, a piece that made any man in viewing range gawk openly.

Janine liked that kind of attention, she’d admitted to Brad long ago. She’d been raised in a family of lawyers and business professionals. She knew all the tricks to being successful in a world of sharks and money mongers. And she honestly felt that using her good looks as a distraction at an important business dinner was utterly to Brad’s favor.

“Distracted men made bad decisions”, she always told him in her matter-of-fact way.

“I could feel his eyes ravishing me,” she whispered now, her tongue flicking against Brad’s ear.

“Janine,” he said, putting his hands on her wrists and trying only half-heartedly to push her fragile form away.

But she remained close to him, whispering and tantalizing.

“He wanted me, Brad. He wanted to fuck me!” she said emphatically.

As if to emphasize the nastiness of that thought, Janine squeezed Brad’s painfully hard groin.

“You shouldn’t talk like that. That’s my boss. It’s not right.”

Brad’s voice was trembling and weak. “But you’ve confessed to me before that it turns you on that other men, men higher up in your company, want your girl. You said so yourself, lover. I know what you like because you’ve told me.”

Again she squeezed his cock through his pants.

“Ahh,” he moaned, closing his eyes and letting his head drop back against the door.

Janine’s adept fingers undid Brad’s zipper, delving into his silk trousers. She pulled out his now rock-hard cock and grasped it firmly, expertly, in one hand.

Brad gasped, all the air rushing out of his lungs as Janine touched his sensitive shaft. She knew exactly how to touch a man.

“Can you imagine it…if I gave him what he wants?”

Brad gulped. Of course Janine wasn’t serious. She loved to tease Brad about his fantasies of his girlfriend being with another man. He didn’t think that he’d ever be that secure, but the thought of it, the idea… It always kept him rock hard.

“Janine, please,” Brad tried to say.

But he knew what he wanted her to do. And he knew what he would be thinking in his head. So did Janine. You didn’t live with someone like her for almost kocaeli escort two years and not have her know every possible thing that turned you on. Janine made it her personal duty to help Brad to fulfill his every fantastical and sexy thought.

One day, though, he cringed deep inside.

One day Janine would go too far.

But as she teased his cock into her palm and beyond her fingers, Brad knew today wasn’t going to be that day.

Slowly, Janine began to lower herself infront of Brad, going down on her knees right on their welcome mat. Her manicured fingers touched his cock, and he felt himself jump. Gulping again, Brad looked down.

Janine’s plum painted mouth was dropping kisses all over the mushroom head of his cock, her fingers stroking him to a full hard thickness. The thick strand of pearls was gathered at the front of her knees, glistening iridescently. Brad put a hand to her dark brown hair, caressing her tightly styled and pinned curls. And Janine looked up at him with her liquid brown eyes. Brad felt like he was melting, his flesh turning liquid, boiling like lava out of control down a mountainside.

Janine stuck out her tongue, the pinkish tip flicking over his helmet, making him groan.

“Just imagine, Brad, that you gave me to him for an hour, a half an hour. And that I’m on my knees, infront of him, sucking him off just for you…”

With that Janine engulfed his cock within the warm and dark recesses of her mouth, wetting him all the way to the base. Brad put his hands on her shoulders and groaned.

For a brief moment it occurred to him that he could have this woman, this love of his life, for the rest of their lives. He imagined spending all his years with Janine. She would make it a fucking heaven.

And Brad gave in to the deep and dark desires Janine knew all about.

“God, yes. Suck him, Janine!”

Brad’s voice was low and husky, and his knees were already feeling weak as he looked down on his girlfriend.

Encouraged, Janine pulled her mouth off completely, then dove back down over the veined and throbbing cock, enveloping it totally. She began to bob up and down, slathering over his member.

Then she began to play with him, to play with his mind and his imagination, stirring him to greater excitement.

“I could go down on him, maybe right in the cloak room at the restaurant we were at tonight. I could go down on him right there, make him moan loud enough for the coat clerk to hear. I could suck him, Brad, suck him konya escort so good, and make him do whatever I wanted.

“All for you…”

Janine ran her long tongue from the base of Brad’s cock, up around the tip and ridge of the head, stopping to swirl her tongue around it, snake like. Her hands carefully pulled his balls out of his slacks, cupping and caressing them.

“I would make him cum,” she whispered, licking him again.

Janine slipped her hands around Brad’s slacks, grabbing his buttocks and pulling him closer to her. Her fingers ran again over his muscled behind, then dug into him. He braced his hands against the door behind him, pushing his groin out, and pushing his cock deeper into that dark, waiting mouth.

“Take all of it,” he breathed desperately, his voice a near whine.

And Janine did, gulping back on Brad’s hard flesh. She twirled her tongue against the cock flesh in her mouth, moving her head up and down once more.

Brad pushed himself up from the wall, standing on his own as much as he could. His hips began to buck. He knew he was going to cum soon. And it would be hard.

He moved his hands from Janine’s shoulders and put them into the tight dark curls and ringlets, gripping his girlfriend’s head firmly but considerately.

“I want to fuck your face,” he grunted, trying to sound commanding but failing as his voice betrayed his need.

Janine kept her face still, her mouth tight.

And Brad rocked back and forth, faster and faster, plunging his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth, down Janine’s throat.

Finally, the dams of control burst and he came. Brad pulled Janine’s head back sharply, his eyes wide with his passion as he watched his cum pour over her tongue, down her throat, and out over her chin.

Sometimes, Brad thought as he finally got his breath back. Sometimes he thought Janine looked most beautiful that way.

But he hated making a mess on her beautiful, doll-like face. Brad reached around a corner of the apartment wall and plucked a sheet of paper towel from off of the roll on the kitchen counter. Panting, he held Janine’s face by the chin. She sat compliant and still on the rug while he cleaned her up. Then he helped her to stand, taking a moment to run his hands over her hips and nuzzle her neck.

Brad zippered up his pants. He felt really good, right now. Janine always did that to him. He swaggered off towards the bathroom, grinning happily.

“You shouldn’t tease me like that, you know,” Brad called coyly from the bathroom, taking his clothes off and getting a set of clean towels out from the bathroom closet.

“Who said I was teasing,” Janine answered quietly, wiping at the corners of her mouth, and removing the last of her plum lipstick.

But the running water of the bath drowned out her reply.

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We live in a college town in Missouri. My husband and I own two small tanning bed salons on each end of the University campus here. We have a pretty steady client business, but it definitely picks up a lot before spring break as everyone tries to get that base tan before they head down to the beaches.

As a whole, it is a pretty easy career. We sign people up for packages and then they come in, scan their card and head on back to the bed. All I really do is collect the money and then I have to disinfect the bed after someone lies and sweats in it. What I have learned though is just how horny college guys are. They can’t even go 13 minutes without jacking off. I know, because I empty the garbage cans. They usually clean up the bed pretty good, but the tell tale sign is the wadded up paper towels in the garbage that sometimes have the look of cum on them.

So about me, I am 43 years old and in pretty good shape. I am 5’4 and weigh 128 lbs. I have a pretty face, great tan, and a nice C cup on top. Scott, my husband, is a good lover and we have regular sex and I have never really felt an urge to be with another man.

Now when the peak season starts just before spring break, we keep one store open 24 hours. Scott and I take turns working the midnight shift every other night. I do a lot of reading and we have cable in there so it’s not too bad…especially when I see the numbers at the end of the month.

Working at the tanning salon, I see every shape, good bad, ugly and good looking. One young man who I always remembered was Carl. He is 19 years old and he plays football for the school team. Even though he is a great looking kid, it’s his personality that is his strongest characteristic. He always asks how my day is going and has a warm smile every time he comes in. On the looks side, he has it all. He is about 6’2 with sandy blond hair and has a very fit body that I have seen get bigger from the football workouts in the year that he has been coming to our store.

Our store has 48 beds and all the rooms are small and private. Customers come in, head to their bed, apply tan accelerator lotion, and then hit the bed for 13 minutes.

One day, Carl came in a week before spring break and he had a cast from his elbow to his wrist. He told me that he had broken his wrist playing pick up basketball and that he now wasn’t going to go to spring break, because it would be too much of a pain between the beach, the pool, and the sand. He was upset, but I guess those are the breaks.

A few days went by, and then spring break officially started and the hustle and bustle of our college town had deteriorated to a ghost town. When 35,000 students get a break, they take off. Since the rush was over, we scaled back to our regular hours where we close at 11pm.

It was 11:05 and I was cleaning up getting ready to leave when Carl showed up. “Sorry hon, but we closed at 11. We went back to regular hours.”

“Any way that I can get in for a quickee? I didn’t know and I need hatay escort a pick me up. Please!! I’ll be quick and the bed will be spotless.”

“Yeah sure, come on in.”

As I was walking Carl back to his bed, he asked me if I knew of a way to get the lotion on his back, because he could only cover half his back with his good hand because of his cast. I didn’t know of a solution, but said, “Well, why don’t you have someone oil you up before you come in for now on. I guess I can do your back this time…off with the shirt.”

Carl, pulled his T shirt off and revealed a beautifully sculpted body. He had a great tan and very defined pecs with a nice stomach. This boy was definitely eating well and not missing his workouts.

I poured some lotion in my hand and started to run it into his back. His back was so hard. It was all muscle. I rubbed in a good layer, excused myself and let him do his thing.

As I got back to my cleaning, I kept thinking about that young studs hard body. Scott has a decent body, but it is much softer. I couldn’t wait to get home to it as I was feeling very horny all of a sudden.

Two nights later at around 10:30, in came Carl. I was actually happy to see him as I hadn’t had a customer in over an hour.

“How ya doing Sally?” He said with a smile. “I am great and you? ….are you doing ok with all your friends on break?”

“Yeah, I’m getting by. I have been renting a bunch of movies, but getting two papers out of the way as well. The one thing is though, that I don’t have anyone to put lotion on my back. Any chance you could hook me up again?”

Now, putting lotion on people wasn’t part of my job description but Carl was nice and I felt bad for him so I said,” Head back to room

7 and I ‘ll meet you back there.”

When I got back to 17, Carl was standing there in a pair of blue boxer shorts struggling to put lotion on his left leg. My god, he did look good. Every part of him was so muscular. He finished up his leg and I picked up the bottle. I started in on his back and tonight I took a little longer. I was actually enjoying rubbing my hands on him. His skin was smooth and warm.

I could feel my pussy getting warm as well….I blushed as I realized it. I finished up his back and let him do his thing.

Once again, I was thinking about that boys body as I cleaned up the shop. God, I was so horny! It actually crossed my mind to go back in the office and stick my hand down my pants, but I knew I would be home soon enough and Scott could do it for me.

Two nights later, in walked Carl. Late at night again when he knew noone would be around.

“Can you lube me again?”

“Meet you in
1,” I said.

When I walked in, I stopped in my tracks. Carl was standing in a pair of white briefs with his back to me. He was rubbing oil on his chest and didn’t know I was there. I stared at his perfect ass for about 10 seconds before I announced my presence. He turned around to greet me,” ığdır escort You don’t care about the undies do you? It’s pretty much a speedo.”

“Come on, that’s bigger than a speedo,” I laughed. I looked down at his waist and could see the outline of the head of his cock through his shorts. It looked really big. I looked up and he was looking at me. His eyes darted away quickly as did mine and I poured some lotion in my palm. As I rubbed his back, my eyes were on his butt. It stuck out and looked so firm. The way it curved under those briefs was something I had never seen.

I finished his back, and said,” Want me to do the legs? Looks like you struggle a bit with those.”

That would be great,” he said as he widened his stance a bit. I knelt down and started on his calves. I started to move my hands higher until I was massaging his hamstrings right up to the bottom of his cheeks. I did both legs and asked him to turn around.

I was keeping my eyes low and I did his feet and shins. When I finally looked up, I was shocked! His cock was coming to life and pushing towards the ground. His big head was twice the size and sticking out a little. Anything I did here, ventured into new ground. I averted my eyes and started on his knees and thighs.

Carl was talking about the weather and business and whatever else insignificant he could think of, but all I could think of was this growing dick in his underwear. I slid my hands higher up coming inches from his dick head. I was going slow because I liked it, but also because I didn’t want to touch it by accident.

I couldn’t believe how big his dick looked from my vantage point. Scott had a bigger dick than any other I had ever had and his was about 7 inches….but his paled in comparison to this one. I really wanted to see it.

I finished on his legs and said, ”Did you do your arms yet? I might as well, since I am already greased up.” I stood up and he looked down at me as I ran my hands over his muscular arms. I know I was blushing and he was obviously nervous as well. I looked down and his cock was obviously stuck in the downward position and it was actually pulling his briefs down and out a little bit.

“I’m sorry about that,” he nervously chuckled as he nodded down to his cock. “Carl, I am old lady, I have seen those before, don’t worry. Are you uncomfortable? It looks like you may be heading in the wrong direction,” I laughed.

“That is probably the best direction for us…..it may not work out if it went another direction.” I know was oblivious to anything but this horsecock I was looking down at. His arms were all oiled up, but I still was rubbing them. I didn’t want it to be over. I loved my husband more than anything, but this was lust.

“Do you ever go naked in the bed Carl?”

“Yeah, sometimes….no white lines on this body!” With that, I reached out to his waist band and lightly grasped it. I pulled it out about an inch to inspect his tan lines and he was right.

“You ısparta escort are right, no tan lines here.” I could see the beginnings of his pubes as I held the waist band out. Without putting it back, I looked up at him, “Do you want me to put lotion down here to?”

Carl got a huge smile on his face and said,” Yes please.”

I grabbed the waist band on both sides of his hips and slid his underwear down slowly. Even his pubes were beautiful. Now I could see the base of his cock and wow, was it thick. It was my own personal tease show and I was in charge. I slid the underwear straight down and saw another inch every time I moved. Finally, as I could see the beginning of his head, I reached out with my left hand and took hold of his shaft and pulled the underwear down to his ankles.

I couldn’t believe how thick and long and hard his dick was. It was looking right at me. I just stared at it. “OK, turn around,” I said as I released his wand. He turned and his cock bobbed in the air with each side step he took.

I was staring at the most beautiful hairless ass, I had ever seen. I reached out and cupped his firm cheeks. This was almost as good as his cock. I rubbed and kneaded his ass checks to my, as well I’m sure, to his delight. After I spent about 3 minutes on his butt, he turned around again.

I was staring at what had to be nine inches of thick hard cock on a rock hard body. Every once in a while, his cock would twitch, awaiting my touch. I sat in the chair next to the bed and he walked over to me. I reached out and started to put lotion around his pubes just staring at his cock. The veins were pushing against the skin. Finally, I cupped his big full balls with my left hand and reached out with my right and grabbed his shaft. I couldn’t believe the weight of his cock. There was so much. I got some more lotion and started to work it into his dick. I pumped slowly than faster than slow again.

Carl was breathing heavy and smiling, but he didn’t say much. “I can’t believe how big it is Carl. This is fucking huge. Does it feel good to you?”

“Yeah I can’t believe it…oooohh…yeahh…don’t stop.”

I pumped and pumped and now I wanted to see if I could get it in my mouth. I didn’t care about the lotion. I leaned forward as my hand kept stroking and I put the head in my mouth. I ran my tongue over the head as I slid my hand up and down. Carl started making some noises and I knew he was getting close. I went faster and faster until he started to twitch and I tasted some pre cum. I wanted to see this explosion, so I pulled back and pumped hard.

Suddenly, his dick started streaming cum. It hit me in the face, the hair, my shirt, everywhere. I was covered. I kept pumping and he kept cumming for about a minute. When he was done, I put his whole limp dick in my mouth and licked him clean. It wasn’t the best taste with cum and lotion, but I didn’t care.

When he was finally done, I still stared at his big full limp dick.

He jumped in the bed and did his thing and that was that….for that day.

Carl has been serviced by me probably 20 times now…always just a jerk and suck. I don’t think I’ll fuck him…..this is good enough for me.

The end

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We meet as arranged and I am pleasantly surprised by how pretty you are. Not just pretty by also exuding a certain sensuality that I hadn’t expected. Perhaps it’s just that I haven’t before met a woman so open with her sexuality, perhaps it’s the slight bulge of suspender belt ties just above the hemline of your skirt.

I follow you up the stairs to the cafe you have in mind. Surely you are aware that I’m simply taking the opportunity to ogle your tightly clad arse as you climb. An added bonus is the waft of scent you trail behind – how alluring.

Of course I should do the manly thing and take the lead but I’m in your thrall and follow somewhat dumbly as we approach the sparsely occupied cafe and find a table. You turn to me and I gather my wits enough to suggest a table set a discreet distant apart from most of the others, shielded from fellow customers by a short partition and just cosy enough for subtle intimacy.

I draw back a chair and suggest you sit with your back to the partition, then sit myself down opposite. I suppose the done thing is to sit alongside one’s partner but I much prefer to look at the person with whom I am about to share a pleasurable conversation.

Though you are dressed conservatively, you look radiant. A shortish skirt but not so short as to be crude, a light blouse with a delicate cornflower pattern and a small pendant hanging from your neck, pointing down to the cleavage which hints at the sumptuous softness of your breasts. You place your hands surprisingly demurely on the table top and I m drawn to the slender beauty of your wrists. Though you are by no means skinny, your wrists are delicate and I find myself suddenly longing to kiss them.

We begin to chat and I nervously tap the table top, every beat drawing my fingertips closer to your. You notice this and I spot your lips open as you give a little gasp and gently move your left hand closer to my right. I stop the tapping and stroke the outside of your hand with my small finger. At this touch we look into one another’s eyes. I see in yours a reflection of the desire that must be so evident in my own.

The tea arrives; one pot, two cups and the usual assortment of sugar, milk etc. We act like business colleagues while the waitress sets everything down and I take a moment to lean back into my chair. Would you detect the subtle adjusting I have to perform in order to shift my growing erection to a more comfortable position in my trousers?

Once the waitress is gone I lean forward and we talk. You tell me about how and why you placed the ad that brought us together and I listen in rapt attention. Your cleavage eskişehir escort draws my attention as the skin on your chest and neck has begun to flush in an oh-so delightful manner.

Having spoken you now lean back in your chair, taking a sip from your cup of tea and opening your legs just enough to give me a glance of your stocking tops and the soft warm flesh beyond.

How I love stockings. That gentle tautness and the enticing bulge at the top, where thigh escapes silk and points the way to the scented valley beyond.

Still leaning forward I begin my story – finding Lit, seeing your ad, exchanging emails, phone calls and here we are.

As I speak I find myself stroking the rim of the teapot; back and forth, round and round – sublimating my desire to do the same to your breasts, your nipples and your soft slick pussy lips. You get the message though and your open legs grant me sight of your panties. They are delicate, match the cornflower blue of your blouse pattern and are very clearly damp. Oh that I could show you my arousal too!

My hand moves from the teapot to your hand and I gently stroke the inside of your wrist. You respond by running the tips of your fingers over the top of my hand – how did you know that I love such a touch?

Our conversation continues and our flirtation becomes ever bolder. You sit up and pull your seat closer to the table and I reciprocate. Now your legs are within touching distance and I take a glance about me before gently placing one hand upon your left knee. Though your knee is covered by stockings I can feel its warmth. You shift in your seat and I’m convinced I can detect the odor of your arousal. How can we proceed?

We finish the tea and there’s a pregnant pause as we look at one another. My hand is stroking further and further up your leg and though we are hid from view by the partition it seems certain that our flirtatious behaviour will be spotted. Still, it is too late to back off and we fall towards one another for a brief but passionate kiss. Your breath is warm in my mouth as you whisper, “Do you think they have a rest room we can use?”

With a mock wink I stand and walk over to the cash counter to settle our bill. The waitress who had served us smiles knowingly and I ask her about a rest room. She nods her head towards a door back in a corner of the café and I walk on air as I return to our table.

“Follow me in a moment hun. After all, we wouldn’t want to attract attention, would we?” You blow me a silent kiss as I walk to the rest room.

In mere moments you join me in the surprisingly clean gaziantep escort rest room. Aside from the toilet and sink, there is a small table is set into one wall and an open window allows a fresh breeze to cool the room. You lock the door behind you and in a flash we have our arms about one another while we kiss, lips bruising lips and crotch pressed hard against crotch.

I feel the mound of your pudenda press against my hard cock, its very softness heightening my firmness. My hands fall below your waist and I fondle your ass cheeks as you stroke my back and clasp me behind my neck to pull me in for a deep breathy kiss.

We whisper words of passionate encouragement to one another as we fondle and frottage and undo our clothing. You open my shirt to the waist and pull it from my trousers and lean forward to kiss my chest as I slip my hands beneath your skirt and give your ass cheeks a squeeze. How arm and soft they are; the softness added to by the silkiness of your pale blue panties.

Sliding my hand down and cupping the bottom of one butt cheek I allow one finger, the same one I used to circle the teapot lid, to slide along the edge of your panty gusset and slowly find the gooey wetness that lies between the lips of your pussy slit. My finger is carried along on a river of oily arousal and finds the deep, hot heart of your cunt. You moan as I enter you and your hips begin a grinding rotation, as my finger is pulled deeper into your womanhood.

As I finger you, you grapple with the hook and zip at the back of your skirt and I have to slip out of you as your skirt drops to the floor. Stepping back I gaze into your eyes and take a slow suck of my finger before undoing my trousers and stepping towards the table by the wall. You pad over, looking at once demure and slutty — your blouse still buttoned up but your wet panties on display. I am stunned as I watch you walk over; stocking clad legs stepping silently towards me, thighs pale and alluring in contrast to the blackness of the stockings. Standing before me you run the palm of one hand along the outline of my stiff cock, which protrudes from the briefs I am wearing and threatens to sneak over the waistline. As you slide your hand down my clothed member you do indeed pull my briefs own with it and my cockhead emerges from its confinement.

“We have to be quick,” you gasp as you grab my briefs with both hands and squat to pull them roughly down my legs. My cock springs up and you give it a quick peck as you stand up again — oh to feel you lips on me again!

Pressing yourself against me you rub my cock giresun escort and pull my hand towards your crotch. “Finger!” you spit. I comply, sliding not one, but two fingers into your panties and up into your pussy. You are so wet, so warm and slick that there is no resistance, no clumsy tangling with your labia. Just a swift penetration and the fierce heat of your cunt hole.

With my other hand I slide your panties down and you wriggle your legs as you kick the panties off onto the rest room floor. Then you turn me about so that it is you who are resting your ass against the tabletop. “Now fuck me.”

I press forward and you guide my cock towards your pussy mound, sliding the cockhead against your clit. You lean against the table and raise your legs as you pull my cock into your slippery cleft.

My cock slides along your slit and catches briefly on the rim of your cunt hole before it plunges into you with one thrust. We are fucking. Slowly at first, but the tempo soon speeds up as you hump your pussy towards me and I push back. Faster and faster we thrust against one another and I lean toward you to kiss that oh-so pretty mouth. Your tongue slips and slides about my mouth and you wrap your hands around my back, clutching at me as we fuck and thrust and writhe and grind together.

Your moans get louder, as do mine. We are gasping with pleasure and I’m sure we’ll be found out but you seem oblivious to anything but the lust that has consumed us.

Your legs drop and you slide your ass forward so that your clit can have greater contact with my cock shaft and your moans grow sharper and more rapid. “Cumming. Cumming …” you gasp.

I increase the pace, thrusting and fucking harder and faster as you urge me on. Your hands now grab my ass cheeks as you pull me harder against your pussy, now rotating your hips as you grind your clit against me and push your cunt onto me.

We fuck. Oh so gloriously, so urgently we fuck. You slap your thighs against my legs as my cock pistons in and out of your pussy. You moan and I moan. You push and I push. Then we cum. Your orgasm accompanied by a moan which you stifle by biting one of my shoulders and mine by tooth-grinding grunt of pure sexual joy. I shoot jets of cum into you and you ejaculate your sweet scented pussy juice onto me as we lose ourselves in a singular moment of sexual ecstasy.

How long ago was it that we had first met for our ‘cup of tea and a chat’? How long since we sat at that table? Who knows and who cares? All that matters is this moment, this union.

As our orgasms subside we collapse against one another and hold each other tight. You lean your head back though and offer a wry smile and I am once more enthralled. Despite the passion of our lovemaking it is this subtle beauty of yours that has so taken me by surprise and so left me wanting more. I know then that we must have many more such cups of tea as we have shared today.

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