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The room was gently lit with candles. Shadows lay over her body, the light highlighted the gentle rise of her breasts. Bubbles tickled her ears as she leaned back into the water letting it soak into her hair. Her knees slowly came up from the water and bubbles slid down them, she gasped as she spread her knees apart and water rushed into her. The warmth making her tingly all over.

Slowly she slid her hand down between her legs, spreading herself just a little wider letting the water fill every crevice. She gasped again, the sound far away in her ears from the water. She began to slowly touch herself, feeling her need within her growing. She pushed her finger into her, wishing she could have him in her instead. She flicked her clit gently, knowing that is what he would do. Her hips pushing her pelvis toward her hand. She slowly slid her finger in again, just a little ways. She wanted to enjoy every second of it.

Her other hand reached up and massaged her breast, the movement pushing the water against her cheek like a gentle caress. She pressed the palm of her hand against her and gasped hungrily. Her breath quickened and the water moved brushing the bubbles against her breasts tickling, teasing them. Between her thighs the bubbles moved, caressing her legs as she rubbed a little faster. Slowly she inserted two fingers in her, pressing her hips up to met them, and give them deeper access. Her head leaned back into the water, her lips gently opening in pleasure. She slowly pulled her fingers back out and pressed them back in again.

Arching her back she gently pinched her nipple. Her fingers rubbing her clit softly, slowly moving along her lips, up and down, carefully teasing herself with the tips of her fingers. She didn’t want to cum yet, she was waiting, She knew when he came, her hunger would be strong and her excitement uncontainable. Her fingers hungrily played with her clit, making it hard and sensitive. Her nipples were so hard they began to hurt. The bubbles gently moving along her neck, teasing her, her thighs, her breasts, it was becoming very difficult to control her need.

She felt the warmth in the pit of her stomach filling her, stretching through her breasts, into her neck, it was almost all encompassing. She could think of nothing but feeling him inside her, filling her, deeper and deeper. His hot breath on her neck, his hands massaging her breasts. She squeezed her breast, and tried to slow down, but the hunger was all through her the warmth a tingling in her neck and head. The water in her ears moving in time with her hands, and she felt it becoming too much.

Suddenly there was another hand, it reached down into the warm water by her hand, pressing her hand hard against her clit. Another hand reached in behind her head keeping her face out of the water as she cried out. His fingers penetrating her, sending her over the edge. Suddenly there was no other thought in her, she came hard, releasing all the tension she had built up. Her body trembled, and shivered.

He slowly pulled her from the water, kissing her deeply. He lifted her from the tub, and continued to kiss her hungry lips as he lead her slowly into the living room. She nibbled on his neck, gently biting him with eagerness, her hand sliding down his chest. She undid his pants and slid her hand in. His hardness so warm, she couldn’t wait anymore.

She slid down and knelt before him, pulling his pants down off him as she went. She took him hungrily in her mouth, kissing him gently at first, then sliding her tongue down the shaft, her hand cupping his balls as she approached them. She gasped with pleasure as he got harder in her mouth. She sucked on it as she pulled back up and he moaned and brought his hands to her hair. He pressed her gently back down on him. Her breathing growing harder and her breasts bouncing as she went down on him over and over again.

She felt herself reaching the edge again and suddenly he pulled her off of him. Her mouth coming away just as he came, her hand on the shaft letting him cum on her face and her breasts. He moaned happily and pushed her back against the plush rug. Their lips meeting in a deep kiss. His hand touched her face and she gasped pressing her hips against him. His hand slid down her neck gently over her breast and she trembled beneath him. Slowly he lingered there, his hand cupping her breast, massaging it, teasing the nipple slowly sliding his finger across it. He held her tongue with his teeth, and then let it go and thrust his own tongue deep in her mouth as he pinched her nipple.

Her hips slammed hard against him and he felt her shudder beneath him. His hand ran down her stomach and her back arched against him, raising her breasts to his face. He grasped a nipple between his teeth as his hand found the warmth between her legs. Her fingernails pressed into his arm, only the thin material elazığ escort of his shirt protecting his skin. Her other hand grasped his shirt and her eagerness made the buttons pop off as she pulled his shirt lose from his chest. He slid his fingers along her wetness, teasing her clit, gently passing over it and back down her lips, circling her but not entering her. He loved what she became, when the passion took her.

He pulled up and watched her face as his fingers probed but never satiated her need. Her bedroom eyes, they nearly pleaded for release. He smiled at her, his eyes full of love. He brought his lips to hers and she arched her back again in hunger. She grasped his hand in hers, pressing him into her. She pressed herself against his hand, sliding up and down his palm. Just as he felt her reaching fulfillment he pulled away. She squeaked as she cried out in dismay.

He sat up and away from her slowly, she quickly followed. She grasped his shirt pulling it off his back. She pressed her lips against his sucking on his tongue. Taking her hips in his hands he pulled her on top of him. She felt his hardness against her and she gasped with pleasure. Her eagerness overcoming but she knew he wanted to play, to go slow this time. She rubbed against him, never putting it in. He moaned, his grasp on her hips tightening as he began to suck on her neck. She arched her back against him and his lips found the nape of her neck. She cried out in pleasure and even though his hands pulled on her hips she continued to tease him with her warmth and wetness. She was so wet that she slid along his shaft easily, she gently moved her hips, pressing him against her clit, and she pulled back down over it again until she felt his balls against her bottom.

She quickened the pace and his one hand slid up and grasped the back of her hair. He pulled her to him, he kissed her deeply, then he reached down grabbing her under her bottom. He pulled her up spreading her wide. She cried out as she felt the tip touch her, poised and ready. “Give it to me. Now.” he ordered. She trembled as she pressed down on him hard. He moaned, leaning into her pressing his hips into her so it pressed even deeper.

He filled her, his hardness tight in her, throbbing. She came hard as he squeezed her bottom and filled her deep. Her fingernails running down his arms. She cried out as she felt the release and he moaned loudly into her neck. He pulled her in close holding her tight onto him as she trembled. “My love.” he whispered in her ear gently kissing her. She moaned into his shoulder. “I love you,” she whispered. They rocked together gently a few minutes longer. Her muscles still lightly contracting over him as he throbbed in her. Wrapped tightly into each others arms.

He slowly lifted her up, and she shuddered again against him. He kissed her hard, lifting her to her feet. He slowly pulled her back into the bathroom. The water had drained and he pulled her into the shower with him. Her eyes were glossy with passion, but still they sparkled with love. He turned the water on, just warm enough to not be cold. He backed her into the spray and she leaned her head back into it, pushing her breasts out. He grasped them gently in his hands, bringing a gasp from her lips.

She put her hands up to her hair, helping the water run through it. He pulled the shampoo down and gently poured some into her hair and she washed her hair as he took the soap and gently, meticulously, began to soap her whole body down. Carefully getting into every nook and crevice, bringing gasp after gasp from her as she pretended to focus on her hair. He pulled the sprayer from the hook and sprayed her down, teasing her nipples with the water, running the sprayer down her stomach he put his hand against the small of her back and pushed the sprayer between her legs and she gasped loudly and almost pulled away. He held her tight and she shuddered, wrapping her arms around his neck and she came loudly in his ear.

He kissed her, then gently finished rinsing her off. Her body hardly gave him enough room to do it properly and he grabbed the soap and pressed it into her hand. As he finished her hair, she rubbed soap suds into his chest, along his neck and slowly down his stomach, before she could reach what she wanted he grabbed her hands and turned so that she could wash his back. She scrubbed it slowly, running her fingernails along his back, down over his legs and back up slowly. He let the shower wash over his face and he slowly washed his hair. Nearly imitating the pretense of busy that she had showed.

She could take it no more and her third trip up his legs she reached between them, she slid her soapy hands along the inside of his legs and under his balls, she giggled as he trembled beneath her fingers. She massaged him, washing him thoroughly. He didn’t erzincan escort turn around and she pressed against him to get a better reach. He slowly grew hard in her hands. Then he took her hands in his and pulled her in front of him. She kissed him, and reached up to the sprayer. Slowly she rinsed him off, not touching at all.

He watched her as she licked her lips, he saw she needed it again already. As she finished with the sprayer he took her chin in his hand and kissed her. “You are insatiable, my love,” he laughed and turned off the water. “Please,”she whispered, “I want you again.” She gasped as she said it. He took her hands and they stepped out of the shower. She took a towel from the rack and slowly began to towel him dry. Enjoying touching him all over. Her lips met his and they kissed. Slowly she kissed down his neck, nibbling gently. Her lips ran along his chest, her tongue making circles as she slowly pressed down. He took her chin into his hand again and pulled her back up to his lips.

He kissed her and took the towel and slowly toweled her off as she shivered with anticipation. As he got down to her warmth he gently spread her legs apart and slowly toweled her off. The roughness of the towel made her pull back a little, but he slid a hand behind her bottom and pulled her against it. Then he continued down her legs, each one slowly, and carefully. He dropped the towel to the floor and pulled her against him roughly and kissed her deeply, their tongues intertwining, their breath coming heavy as the passion built again. He picked her up into his arms and carried her to the bedroom.

Laying her down gently on the bed, he climbed in beside her and ran his fingers gently down her stomach. He kissed her lips and whispered, “Roll over onto your stomach, love” She pouted for a moment and kissed him, then complied. She laid her head onto her arms and watched him walk over to the dresser. His lean, muscular body making her body temperature go up again. He took something off the dresser and came back to the bed. She smiled at him as he came over and kissed her. He climbed on the bed and gently straddled her back. She squealed with surprise.

He began rubbing her shoulders, his hand satiny with the hand lotion he had taken from the dresser. She sighed deeply with dreamy enrapture. His hands worked gently on the back of her neck, carefully pulling her hair to the side exposing her whole neck for him to work with. The tender touch of his fingers massaging imaginary kinks, and teasing known pleasure spots. Slowly he worked his way over her shoulder blades, and down her spine. She giggled lightly as his fingers tickled over her sides. His hands working methodically and soothingly over her entire back. Slowly he lifted himself off her back, moving to her side.

She watched his face as he lovingly massaged little circles on her lower back. His fingers sliding over her bottom, bringing a gasp from her lips. He caressed her bottom, rubbing the lotion into her skin, she buried her face into her arms again and bit her lip. Slowly his hands slid over her thighs, working gently over them. The lotion warm on his hands, he worked down over her legs. Tiny gasps of pleasure escaping her lips. His fingers spending extra time on the knees and ankles and she was slowly losing her ability to remain still. He finally came to her feet. Her body trembling lightly beneath his touch, he kneaded her foot gently. As he finished one and started the other she rolled over, and sat up.

She reached for him and he pulled her firmly into his arms, kissing her deeply. He gently laid her back down on the bed, she moaned with pleasure as he began to repeat the treatment on her front. His hands massaging lotion into the front of her shoulders and down her arms. He softly rubbed her ribs, his hands moving gently over her breasts. Her backed arched, her nipples hard and another cry of pleasure escaped her lips. His hands carefully worked over her stomach, pressing down on her so that her back was against the bed again. He paid special attention to her belly button, causing her to quiver from head to toe, her hands reaching for his. With a smile he gently set her hands back at her side and began to massage her hips, his fingers slowly working down to her pelvis. Her legs parted of their own free will, and he sucked in a deep breath at the sight he was given.

He lightened his touch caressing over her mound, her hips pressing up against him. He slid his fingers over to massage the inside of her thighs. Bringing his knees between her legs he spread her wider, his fingers working slowly just at the edge of her warmth. Her lips spread slightly of their own mind, her pink skin bringing a moan from his lips as he did his best to focus on massaging her legs. Her hands grasped his and pulled them to her, she spread her legs wider erzurum escort and he could see the pinkness of her inner lips, the swollen hunger of her clit. She pushed herself up to met his fingers as they touched the silky wet warmth between her legs.

Licking his lips hungrily, he leaned down, pressing his lips to her clit to gently kiss it. She cried out with need, and wrapped her fingers into his hair. Her divine smell captivated him and he immersed himself in bringing screams of ecstacy from her. She cried out, pulling him into her as his tongue penetrated her. Her legs trembled beneath him, he worked his tongue over her lips, and back over her clit. Barely keeping her grasp from restraining his movements, and thrust his tongue back into her. She screamed again, her legs writhing beneath him as she came hard on his face. He sucked on her softly as the waves overcame her, letting them wash over her, taking her over the top. Her fingers locked tightly in his hair, her eyes glazed with ecstacy.

As she slowly came down he began again, she tried to pull away, but he held her thighs tight. She shook beneath him, succumbing again to the waves of passion. Her fingers tugged hard on his hair and her legs wrapped tightly around him. He slowly brought his fingers to her, pressing them deep into her. Ecstacy overwhelmed her, her back arched as her hips heaved against him. His mouth pressed hard against her clit. With a scream she gushed on his hand, her muscles convulsing over him. He held on gently to her, her legs quivered over his shoulders, the cry of her orgasm bringing his need to the peak. He planted kisses on her inner thigh, softly touching her as she settled back to the bed.

As she let him lose, her body collapsing back against the bed, he climbed up beside her. Gently he traced circles over her stomach, little tremors following his fingers path. He pressed his body against hers and she felt his hardness against her thigh. She gasped again. Wrapping her arms around his neck she kissed him, her tongue provoking his into dance. She rolled towards him so that she could feel him against her lower stomach. Her need rising again at the feel of him jump against her. They kissed for awhile, her fingers softly curled into the hair on the back of his neck, her hips pressing her against him, feeling him grow even more with every thrust. Slowly she pushed him onto his back.

Straddling him she pressed her wetness firmly over him. He moaned, his eyes closed a little as his enjoyed her warmth. She grabbed the lotion he had abandoned, and rubbed it into her hands to make it warm. Slowly she ran her fingers over his shoulders, massaging the lotion into his skin. Her fingers moved lightly over his chest as her hips rocked, causing him to buck again beneath her. She smiled at him and pressed down harder on him. Her hands moved to his abdomen and pressed the palm of her hands into his sides, rubbing his strong muscles.

Her hips moved little circles over him, rubbing her wet inner lips along his hardness. His moan of pleasure brought her eagerness back and she pressed down harder on him. Her fingers moved up over his nipples rubbing gently around them. He pulled her to him their lips meeting, touching, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. His hands slid into the back of her hair, holding her close to him. His other hand reached down to her breast and slowly tweaked her nipple. A gasp broke from her lips and sucked in it as he pressed his hips up against her.

Their gentle movements, hips pressed against hips, his hardness jumping against her clit. They kissed, her arms wrapped around his neck and his hands slid down to her hips and slowly lifted her high enough off of him to press into her tight warmth. As the tip popped in, her back arched and trembled over him with pleasure. He slowly pressed her down, pushing himself deep into her. Her lips came back to his and slowly they rocked gently moving against each other. Her muscles tightened over him, rhythmically, as he began to arch against. His fingers kneading her hips as they held the rocking motion. His became even harder in her, filling her deeply and pushing gently into her over and over again.

They held tight to each other. Their tongues entwined and their hips gently moving slowly against each other. Suddenly he thrust hard, his hand reached up behind her neck and held her lips pressed tightly to his, his tongue thrusting hard into her mouth. She screamed in his mouth as he came in her. Hot streams of liquid filling her deep inside. Her body trembled over him, her hips pressed hard into his. He bucked under her, his manhood jumping in her as her muscles convulsed over him. They shuddered together as she collapsed on him. Laying her whole body across his. He continued to kiss her, sucking her trembling screams of ecstacy into his mouth.

Slowly their trembling ceased, she laid her head on his shoulder, still holding tightly to him. He buried his face in her hair drinking in her smell. Soon she was asleep in his arms and he smiled happily at her. He closed his eyes savoring the moment, then they were both asleep, still in the grasp of love and pleasure.

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It was two a.m. on a Saturday night and while I sometimes got calls at this time, I was not usually impressed with them. Reaching across to the bedside table cursing under my breath I grabbed my phone and my heart sunk.

Gypsy! All manner of thoughts going through my mind about what might be wrong in the second and a half between seeing her name and saying hello.

“Are you still awake?” says an obviously tipsy Gypsy.

“I am now, is everything O.K?”

“I thought I would come around,” she said slurring a little.

Thinking she is driving and wanting her off of the road and somewhere safe as soon as possible, I tell her “No problem.”

“In a cab around the corner, be there soon,” with that she hung up!

“Oh O.K. then,” I think, not that I had any chance to refuse. Dragging my tired ass out of bed, I went to the shower. It had been a beast of a day, hotter than the hobs of hell and I had just thrown myself in bed when I had finished writing up a report for a client at midnight. I felt like I could smell myself, never a good thing.

I was in the shower when I heard her banging on the door. I hadn’t locked it but she didn’t try to get in.

“I’ll be right there.” I shouted.

All dried off with a towel around me, I followed the noise to see Gypsy filling a glass from a half-finished bottle that had been in the fridge. Turning around she raised her glass to me while I just stared. There, a sleepy look in her eyes, her magnificent assets emphasised by the classy low cut ankle length black dress she was wearing stood, a thing of beauty.

“So to what do I owe this pleasure?” I asked.

“I came to see you,” she said pouring me a glass, diyarbakır escort barely managing not to spill it. “I wanted to see you.”

Walking from the kitchen towards me, a little unsteadily, she passed and placing the glasses down on the coffee table, she sat on the sofa.

“Come here,” she said tapping the cushion beside her.

Slightly amused at her drunken state, I sat down beside her, cheersed, clinked glasses and looked at her as she took a sip and placed her glass down.

Without a word, she turned towards me, put her hand on my knee and slid it up my leg while looking sleepily in my eyes. Reaching over with her other hand she undid the towel and took my flaccid dick in her hand. With a sigh, somewhere between resignation and disappointment, she bent down and took me in her mouth.

“Now this is worth getting up in the middle of the night for!” I thought.

She had me hard quickly enough and kept moving her head up and down sliding my dick to the back of her mouth and out again. I would have happily just let her do that for hours. But then she started that thing with her tongue. It’s like it moves in the reverse to her head as she goes up and down. Her tongue trailing as she lifts off and drags behind as it goes down, all the while swirling around my dick.

Pulling off with a pop, she grasped me in one hand stroking me up and down while she took one of my balls in her mouth, rolling it around and swirling her tongue over it, she kept the stroking up. Probably in the interest of fairness, she moved on to my other ball and gave it the same attention before letting it slip out of her mouth in a sloppy edirne escort manner before taking my dick in her mouth again.

With my hand on her head and her bobbing up and down I was very happy.

“Ahhh, Gypsy, just like that, oooooh, harder, suck it harder,” and she did.

Without warning she slid her mouth up my dick until I slipped out with a wet sounding pop again.

Standing up, she bunched her dress in her hands until her pussy was on display, “did this lady ever wear panties these days?” I thought.

Climbing on to the sofa, kneeling with one leg either side of mine she grasped my dick and guided it in to her, sliding down until I was totally in. With my hands massaging her tits through the thin material of the dress, I felt her nipples harden. Looking up, her eyes were closed and there was a contented look on her face as. She sat there feeling me inside her with her pelvic floor muscles treating me to an awesome dick massage.

Slowly with her hands behind my shoulders leaning on the back of the sofa, she started to raise up and down. Moving slowly as if enjoying every millimetre of me sliding in and out, she kept this up for quite a while, the only sounds being both of us moaning.

Stopping every now and then to give me a kegel muscle squeeze she leant down to my face so we could kiss, all the while with me delicately massaging her tits.

Speeding up the pace she really had me going. With her raising faster and almost falling back on to me I was coming closer and closer to orgasm.

“I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come,” I panted,

“You better return the favour,” she said looking me in the eyes as she edirne escort bayan raised and lowered herself, me raising up off of the sofa to meet each downward thrust from her, faster and faster.

“Arrrrrrghh! Yes! Yes! Don’t stop, Don’t stop!” ARRRRRRRRRGHHHHH, YES YES!”

I felt my seed pumping in to her as she continued up and down until she stopped, squeezing the last bit out with her pelvic floor muscles. I pulled her down to me to kiss while I remained inside her.

Pushing her away I gestured for her to get off of me, getting up I guided her back to sit on the sofa and kneeling between her legs, slid her ass over so that I could eat her out.

There was no need to take my time, I knew she wanted to come now. Sticking my tongue between her pussy lips, I tasted her juices mixed with mine. Maybe not everyone’s idea of fun, but it always makes me happy!

My thumb playing with her clit as I drank our juices and tongued her pussy, I could feel her writhe around.

I’m fairly good these days at identifying when Gypsy is about to come but this one took me by complete surprise.

FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCK! She ground herself in to my face as the waves of orgasm overcame her.

Pulling away and looking up she was panting and smiling at the same time. Slightly slapping me on the face, more a couple of taps, she said “way to go stud.” It’s her ironic little pet name for me at such times.

After using my towel to wipe her down and dry up the juices, I leant in and gave her clit a kiss causing a shiver.

Standing up I took her hand, walked her to the bedroom, unzipped her dress letting it fall to the floor, undid her bra and guided her in to bed.

Hanging her dress up, getting a clean change of clothes that she kept at mine, ready for the morning, I thought about getting in beside her. I decided that another quick shower would be a better idea. If only because I wanted to be at my best if Gypsy woke up horny again. Morning sex is my favourite!

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Even though I was 19 years old, I still lived at home with my mom in a geared for income apartment in the south end of Toronto. I was desperate to go away to university, but my mom didn’t have the means to help me.

I spent the majority of my time working at a gas station and saving as much money as possible for school. I was blessed that my best friend Jennifer had talked her father in to giving me a job.

Jennifer and I had been friends since the eighth grade and now she was preparing to go away to university without me. We had been inseparable over the years and the thought of her leaving left me with a lot of mixed emotions.

The dreaded day came and Jennifer’s dad packed her things in the car and drove off with her. As the weeks and months went by, Jennifer’s calls and visits became much less frequent. She was making new friends and school was keeping her busy.

It was a Thursday morning when I arrived for my shift at the gas station. Hal, Jennifer’s father was sitting behind the register with the most forlorn look on his face.

Using my cheeriest voice I greeted him, “Good morning Mr. Lawson.”

“Good morning Laura.” He responded without looking up.

Jennifer’s father was a very typical man and wasn’t really one to show his emotions. It was more than evident that something was troubling him and he couldn’t hide it anymore.

“Is everything alright?” I inquired.

“I thought I would be so happy when Jennifer went to school.” He shook his head side to side. “My house is so empty now. It was always just the two of us and now it is just me.”

I just nodded, unsure what words I could muster to cheer him up.

“How are you Laura? Is your mother working things out?” he asked changing the subject.

Hal was referring to the fact that the city had realized my mother had another adult living with her which was against the rules in a geared to income apartment. A man had come by earlier in the week to deliver a letter that made it very clear that I had to move out or she would be evicted.

I explained the situation to Hal. “I want to move out, but I don’t have enough saved up yet.”

“You should stay with me!” His voice was excited. “You save your money for school.”

I must have had a puzzled look on my face. “You need a place to live and I need someone to keep me company in my empty house.” Hal smiled warmly at me.

“Really? I mean, are you sure?” I was in shock.

“I would like nothing more!” His eyes widened as a smile crossed his face.

I was speechless at his generosity, all I could do was throw my petite arms around him and hold him tightly and thanking him.

Hal hugged me back, “So we are good then?”

I stepped back, “Yes! Yes we are. Thank you so much Mr. Lawson.”

“No more Mr. Lawson!” he said. “You call me Hal from now on. You are not the child I met long ago.”

I smiled at him and whispered his name under my breath. This would take some getting used to for sure.

The next day Hal showed up at my mother’s apartment and we packed my belongings in his car before heading back to his house. I unpacked my belongings in the spare room and sat on the edge of the bed.

Hal popped his head in the room. “All settled in?”

“I think so.” I responded quickly.

“Great! Have a good night sleep and I will see you in the morning.” He closed the door.

I could hear his slippered footsteps making their way down the hall to his bedroom. He gently closed his bedroom door and the light piercing through the edge of the door frame disappeared.

Hal awoke in the morning with renewed energy. Just knowing there was someone else in the house seemed to fill him with a sense of normality.

I awoke expecting to be in my old room and it took a moment or two to come to my senses and realize where I was. I glanced out the window of my room to see Hal in the backyard.

Hal wasn’t wearing a shirt as he made his way through the garden. I couldn’t help but watch his slender body for a few moments. His shirtless body moved gracefully around as he inspected the various vegetables he had grown. It was hard to believe he had just turned 55. In fact, if I hadn’t been at his birthday party, I would have thought he was 40 at the absolute oldest. He had a full head of natural dark hair that swept his brow.

I took the opportunity to continue getting unpacked and organizing my belongings when I was done staring at Hal. The magnificent scent of fresh coffee filled mingled with the unmistakable aroma of sizzling bacon made its way into my room.

A quick tap on the door to my room followed by Hal’s voice, “I made breakfast.” Without waiting for a response, he was heading back down the stairs.

Entering the kitchen I saw Hal sitting at the tiny kitchen table with a small local paper, “Mmm, this smells and looks so delicious Hal!”

“Help yourself. Please make yourself at home.” He waved across the kitchen before returning to read his newspaper.

Sitting at the kitchen table, I saw him glancing at me as I tied my long brown hair çorum escort up in a bun. I questioned myself as to whether I should have dressed for breakfast instead of just a t-shirt and pajama bottoms; at a bare minimum, I probably should have put a bra on.

When I sat across from Hal, I gave him my best smile. “You didn’t have to make me breakfast. I should be making you breakfast.”

We sat eating breakfast in silence; Hal continued to glance up at me but turned away when I caught his eyes with mine. I was starting to wonder if I had spilled something on my shirt and glanced down as nonchalantly as possible. My nipples were poking through my shirt ever so slightly.

I could see he was making a conscious effort to not stare, but his eyes continued to wander to my chest.

At first I felt self-conscious, but I found a strange comfort in giving him such a simple pleasure. Jennifer’s mother had passed away when Jennifer was born. His only priority was preparing a future for his one and only daughter. He worked hard and ensured she would get the finest education.

Hal and I spent a lot of time together over the following months between home and work. He always made breakfast and I would clean up before we went to work. I always made sure I was braless when I came down for breakfast for him as he was more than deserving of such a simple pleasure. I made a point to not look at him while I ate, knowing that he was enjoying the view without the embarrassment of getting caught.

During dinner, I decided it was time to tell Hal the good news. “I’ve managed to save my rent deposit! You can finally have your home back!” I smiled, believing that he would be happy, but his expression turned somber.

“You know you don’t have to move! You can stay right here as long as you want Laura!” His voice was softer than she had ever heard it.

“Don’t you want your house back Hal?”

“NO! I want you to stay here. Save your money; it would be silly to pay rent somewhere else.” He looked down and took another bite of his meal.

“Are you really sure? I don’t want to over stay my welcome or be a burden.” I stared at him.

“I want nothing more than your company.” A smile overtook his face validating the genuine nature of his offer to stay.

Naturally, I ended up staying and our friendship continued on.

Jennifer came home on all the standard school holidays, but it was a sad reality that we had drifted apart and lost much of our common ground. Jennifer genuinely appreciated that I stayed with her dad to keep him company although she didn’t understand why I would.

On my 20th birthday I returned to my room to find a card on my bed. “Laura, I wish you the Happiest of birthdays. Words cannot express my gratitude for all that you have done for me and your company. I made a reservation for a nice dinner at 6:30 tonight for this special day. Truly yours, Hal”

I was excited to say the least. I had never really been to any type of fancy restaurant. I had no idea what to wear and began destroying my closet trying on everything in it. I settled on a cute little black and grey dress crisscross bandage dress. I found a pair of cute little black open toe shoes in Jennifer’s closet that went perfectly.

When six o’clock came, I was ready to go. I looked myself over one more time before heading downstairs. My nails were painted with glossy dark bourbon polish and my long hair curled slightly as it made its way down to the middle of my back; most importantly, I felt like a grown woman for the first time.

I had dated a few guys in high school, but nothing serious. I wasn’t a virgin, but I wasn’t exactly what you would call experienced in the sex department. This felt like a date; a real grown up date. Excited does not describe how much I was looking forward to it.

As I walked down the stairs I was met with Hal’s gaze. He stood proudly in a charcoal grey suit. Hal’s eyes traced up and down my body from my eyes to my feet taking all of me in before a smile spread across his face.

“You look absolutely stunning my dear.” He held his arm out for me and we headed to the car.

Hal was the perfect gentleman, holding doors and pulling out my chair. It wasn’t long before I found myself enraptured with his conversation. As we talked, it was evident our relationship had just changed. I was hoping that it wasn’t just me, but it did feel different…better.

After dinner we sat in the car for a moment as it warmed up, “Well? What does the birthday girl want to do with the rest of the night?”

Hal clicked his seat belt in place and pretended to be driving somewhere causing me to laugh. He was very charming and knew how to make me smile. “I have no idea what to do. What about going to a movie?”

Rolling his eyes, he laughed. “Going to a movie? You are looking far too beautiful for a movie theater. What about dancing?”

“Sure!” I put my seatbelt on and the car began to move.

As we pulled to a stop in front of the bar, a valet opened my door and let me denizli escort out. Hal quickly joined me and guided me through the doors of a club called ‘The Sanctuary’. It was dimly lit and about half full. The music was your typical top 100 music. The crowd was mostly people in their forties and I was obviously the youngest person there.

We found a booth close to the dance floor and were promptly met by a waitress. Hal ordered a bottle of Pinot Noir before settling back in his seat. His eyes watched me intently like I was the only person in the club.

“Is this club okay?”

I patted his thick hand with mine, “Its perfect Hal.”

“I wasn’t sure, I heard it was nice but more for my age though.”

I couldn’t help but smile at his concern, “It’s a nice club, I know the music and I am enjoying company.”

When our wine arrived we both took a long sip. “You know Hal, all the guys here are probably thinking you are some kind of stud with such a young date.”

“I sure hope so! I saw lots of them staring at us as we walked in.” His smile turned devilish. “I would bet every guy here would trade places with me in an instant.”

I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I blushed, “Thank you.”

Making our way to the dance floor, we laughed and Hal routinely twirled me around. I was certain he wanted to show his date off. I never took my eyes off him and his never left mine. I wiggled my hips to the music as we danced wildly song after song. When we were both parched, we would return to the table and drink our wine only to return to the dance floor when the next song started.

Like all great things, the night ended with the dreaded words of last call. Hal asked the waitress to call us a taxi and it wasn’t long before we were sitting in the quiet back seat on our way home. Through the corner of my eye I could see his gaze and turned to meet it with a smile.

I placed my hand on his and squeezed it firmly, “Tonight was so much fun.”

“Happy Birthday beautiful.” He squeezed my hand back. Our hands remained locked for the remainder of the ride home.

As the front door closed I put my arms around him, “Thank you again Hal. This has been one of the best birthdays ever.” As I pulled myself back I quickly kissed his lips before releasing him from my embrace. I watched his shocked reaction unable to grasp what was going through his mind.

“I guess I will be going to bed now?” It came out as a question.

Hal smiled at me, “Me too.”

Making my way up the stairs, Hal followed. As I put my hand on my door he paused behind me. “Laura?”

I turned to face him, “Yes?”

He reached out taking my hand in his, “I think you should join me tonight.”

I have to admit I was confused at his meaning at first, but clarity arrived when he held my hand and proceeded down the hall to his bedroom.

Once in his room he closed the door and pulled me close to him. His hands held gently at my hips; his lips inches from mine as he spoke, “I need you.”

Without another word, his lips touched mine. So gently at first as he held them against mine. My heart raced as I draped my arms around his neck. After a series of machine gun kisses our lips embraced and we kissed deeply. He sucked hungrily at my lips and his grip on my hips strengthened. We stood kissing for what seemed like miraculous hours. I had never been kissed like this before. His lips spoke loudly of his hunger, desire and primal need for me. I was euphoric when his arms made their way around me pulling me tightly in to him.

Slowly he walked me backwards with baby steps until my calves pressed against the frame of his bed. I sat and he gently pushed me to my back and straddled me as we kissed. His strong hands moved mine high over my head as he began to kiss my ear; sucking and nibbling at it causing goose bumps over my entire body. As his tongue and lips finished devouring my ear they slowly made their way down my neck towards my collar bone.

His lips didn’t stop and kissed a trace line down the strap of my dress where it covered the top of my breast. When his hands slid down my arms making their way to my breasts it felt like my heart was going to beat clear out of my chest. His grip was firm as he kissed at the top of my breasts while squeezing them through my dress.

Sitting up he ripped his coat and tie off and lay down beside me. With one hand massaging my breast his lips took back their ownership of mine. His tongue gently traced my lips as we kissed. His hand began the slow descent of my body quickly tracing over my mound before arriving at the hem where it grasped the bare flesh of my lower thigh firmly. As he squeezed and massaged my tender flesh it began to creep north again pulling the hem up as it moved.

My body jolted when his hand brushed my panty clad pussy. Pressing his hand firmly against my pussy he kissed me harder pushing his tongue deep in to my mouth. As he explored the deepest regions of my mouth his fingers danced across the flimsy fabric of my panties. He stood düzce escort up quickly catching me off guard. His fingers grasped the sides of my panties he pulled them slowly over my butt and down my legs before dropping them on the floor beside the bed.

His strong hands pushed me further on the bed as he climbed up between my legs spreading me widely. Squeezing my breast with one hand he kissed me again holding his tongue out for me to suck which I did eagerly. As his hips moved closer I felt the flesh of his cock against my delicate opening.

Grabbing my hair with his free hand gently holding my hair at the base of the skull making it impossible to move, I felt his cock begin to enter me. My hungry pussy did not resist him and my moist folds devoured all he was willing to give causing me to moan loudly. When his cock hit bottom he held himself there for a moment before slowly working himself in and out of me. The sound of his cock plunging in my wet pussy and the slap of our flesh filled the room. My hips thrust up at him only to be subdued by his deep penetration.

When I reached down to grab his cock I realized he had more to give than I was able to accommodate. He held my legs high in the air and plunged himself in and out of me being careful not to impale me. My pussy gushed and it was evident he was not the only one who needed this so desperately. Although I could barely move in this position, I wiggled myself grinding my clit on his hard cock until an orgasm overtook me by surprise. Hal maintained his rhythm extending my orgasm until I couldn’t take anymore.

Reading my queues, he pulled himself from me and stood to remove his pants. It was my first view of his hard cock. It was longer than anything I had seen but normal thickness. Once he was naked I slipped to the floor in front of him with my mouth close to his cock.

“Laura please.” Reaching down he attempted to pull me back on to the bed.

As I lifted my butt back on the bed I caught his eye, “I want to suck you though.”

“Laura, I’ve never.” He pushed me back on the bed and kneeled on the floor.

My mind raced at his comment. What had he never done? He had never had a blowjob? When Hal’s tongue licked my clitoris all the questions disappeared. Lifting my legs I placed them over his shoulders offering him full access to my womanhood. His tongue took full advantage of my offering by plunging deeply in to me.

“Oh god yes!” My hands grasped at his hair pulling his face in to me. When his mouth covered my magic button and his tongue began its delicate assault I rolled my head back and forth uncontrollably; the guys I had been with had only ever given me a cursory lick or two before expecting to fuck or get head. Hal was focused and it was evident that this was all for me and he was in no hurry for me to finish.

Delicious moans escaped from below muffled by my pussy. I squeezed at my breasts through my dress wishing I was naked to give my breasts the attention they deserved. When Hal pushed his fingers in me my pussy exploded and my hips bucked wildly smashing my pussy all over his face in the process. I had no signs of this orgasm; it went from feeling really good to a mind blowing explosion.

Hal held his mouth over me and stilled his fingers waiting for me to regain my composure. I lay on my back panting and gasping for air. Just when I began to breathe normally he would flick his tongue over me spurring the spasms on until I begged for him to stop.

Standing between my legs, Hal took my hands guiding me to my feet. I could taste and smell my pussy on his lips as we kissed. Spinning me slowly he kissed my neck from behind as he slowly lowered the zipper of my dress; shivers shot over my body in response to his warm kisses behind my ear. My heart began to race again when his hands landed on my shoulder and slowly pushed the straps of my dress over my shoulders; the dress fell quickly over my breasts and he wasted no time guiding it over my hips until it rested on the floor.

I pushed my neck in to his mouth as he rotated between my neck and ear lobe; his hands slowly traced up my stomach before settling on my bare breasts. My mind was drunk with pleasure and my body ached for more as he squeezed my breasts and tugged at my nipples.

It was time so I spun myself around and began to undo the buttons of his shirt. Hal kissed me deeply and massaged my delicate breasts as I opened his shirt and ran my hands over his firm body before pushing it off his shoulders.

After guiding me back on to the bed, Hal pulled my hips putting me on my hands and knees before climbing in behind me. Tormenting my pussy by flipping his hard cock up and down it, he finally pushed himself back in to me until he bottomed out. Slowly Hal slid himself in and out of me as he held my hips and pulled me back on to him.

Picking up speed Hal began to pound me, “Can I cum in you?”

“No.” I shook my head side to side thrashing my long hair across my back. “Let me suck you.”

Hal pounded me harder, “I’m going to cum!”

With one hand he held me steady and the other pumped his cock as it exploded across my back. I was sure it landed in my hair. The next load flooded the small of my back before he ran his cock between my ass cheeks gasping with pleasure. “It’s been so long I almost forgot how good it feels.”

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We frequently refer to the four-to-midnight shift as the ‘Swing’ shift. I don’t know for sure why but the name goes back to the nineteen forties; it might have something to do with the music popular at that time. Anyway, I had rotated back to Swings and was looking forward to visiting with Tina after my shift.

The shift went pretty much as expected. There were no problems or irregularities and not much left over from the Day shift that needed doing. So, we read our gauges, changed the charts in the recorders, toured, lubricated, sampled, measured, analyzed, adjusted and inspected as required. My relief showed up on time, we did a formal turnover and then I was out the door and, on my way, to see Tina.

It only took a few minutes to clear out through security, find my car in the lot and drive to the diner. Tina was behind the counter, as expected and she greeted me with a really big smile. She was wearing a new uniform that fit her better (I liked the old one). There was a couple eating at one of the tables; no other customers.

I took my usual seat at the counter while Tina filled a cup with coffee. She brought it over, putting it on the counter in front of me and then went up on tip-toes, leaning across the counter to give me a nice kiss. She smelled good.

“What will it be tonight?”

I said: “You, if I had things my way.”

Tina: “No, I meant to eat.”

Me: “Same answer.”

Tina giggled, remembering last Saturday, I hoped. “How about some waffles? You’re always doing omelets, all those eggs must be affecting your cholesterol.”

I agreed with her suggestion of the waffles. Tina was soon into the kitchen and back: “Only a few minutes.”

The couple that had been at the table were getting ready to leave. Tina went to the register and rang them up. After they left, she took a tray and bussed the table taking it into the kitchen. She had my order of waffles, with a nice slice of ham, when she came back.

I dug into the waffles with plenty of syrup. Tina drew herself a cup of coffee and sat herself on the stool next to me while I ate. “What are your plans for tomorrow?”

Me: “Sleep in, I guess. I have nothing else on my agenda.”

Tina: “Want some company?”

Me: “I’d love some, what time?”

Tina: “Don’t know for sure. I have to get the kids off to school. Just leave your front door unlocked and I’ll let myself in, ok?”

Me: “It will be hard for me to sleep knowing that you’re coming.”

Tina: “The ‘hard’ part I like. We’ll both be cumming once I get there.” I could only smile at that response.

By this time, I had finished the Waffles and my coffee. Tina took the dishes into the bursa escort kitchen while I, as usual, went to the men’s room before my drive home. The coffee goes right through me. When I finished what I had to do I met Tina waiting for me outside the men’s room door. She presented me with one of her now, well known, whole-body hugs and kisses. Damn she felt good.

I followed her back into the main area where I picked up by tab from the counter. I took out my billfold and extracted some cash. Tina was waiting at the register.

I put some cash on the counter top while she rang up the sale. The idea of how much should I leave as a tip suddenly entered my mind. I must have looked confused because Tina then asked me: “What’s wrong?”

Me: “The tip, how much should I leave for a tip?”

Tina: “Just your usual, whatever you would be leaving if you weren’t having your wicked way with me.”

I put my usual three bucks on the counter. Tina said: “Thank You, sir. Have a good evening, I’ll be seeing you in the morning.”

I told her that I was really looking forward to seeing her and drove on home. I showered and went to bed. I did not sleep well until the wee hours.

I never heard her come in. I became aware of Tina’s presence when I felt her warm, soft and naked breasts pushed up against my face. She had come into my bedroom, gotten herself undressed and into bed. I had been sleeping on my side and she had put herself down on the bed, facing me just high enough that my face lined up with her cleavage. Wow, this was a great way to wake up!

Tina had gone home after her shift. She fed and got her kids off to school then showered and headed to my apartment. Her mom would be home when the kids got back from school so, she was free to spend most of the day here. I had to go back to work for my Swing shift but, we had a few hours to relax, snooze and fuck. Not necessarily in that order.

I mumbled a ‘good morning’ and snuggled closer, burying my face as deep as I could.

Tina had both arms around my head pulling me to her. I began to rub and scratch her back as we enjoyed each other. I encouraged her to roll over on top of me; bad decision. As soon as Tina was on top of me, she slid down slightly so that she could kiss me as she pressed her pubic area down on me. That made me realize that I really had to pee. I had my usual morning erection going, enhanced by Tina’s ministrations but I really had to pee.

Me: “Uh, I ‘gotta’ go to the bathroom.”

Tina slid off me retaking a position on her side facing me: “Does having to pee cause the morning wood, or does the morning wood cause you to have to pee?”

I çanakkale escort didn’t have an answer to that question, so I just shrugged. Tina watched me get up and said: “Hurry back, and lose the shorts.”

I hustled off to the bathroom. If anyone was looking, they would have seen a new worlds record time for taking a piss, washing my hands and brushing my teeth. I shed the shorts on the way back to bed and was soon back under the covers snuggled up against Tina. She really felt good.

Tina pressed herself up against me once again. We were facing each other once more when she reached down and grabbed my cock. I was fully erect just from her nearness and her hand felt really good. I reached down with intent to finger her pussy, but her arm was blocking the way. Dilemma; if I move her arm, she won’t be holding my cock and that feels so good, or should I find something else to do with my hand? I opted to run my hand up and down her back a few times and then grab a handful of her fine ass. Now my cock felt good and my hand felt good!

“I have an idea. “Tina announced as she abruptly dropped my manhood and rolled over facing away from me. She snuggled back against me and managed to get my stiffness wedged in the crack of her ass. Now this really felt good. It also freed up access to her pussy so I quickly reached on down and found her moistness. She put her calf up on top of mine giving me better access and I soon located her magic button and began a gentle massage.

Tina was soon moaning softly; more like a purr than a moan. She thrust her ass back at me and whispered: “go inside me, go inside me now.”

I had to temporarily take my hand away from her pussy to guide my cock. I slid it under her crotch and along her dampness until I felt her opening. I pushed myself in as she rotated her hips back to better align us. I pressed on in and kept pushing until I was in as far as I could go. I quickly returned to the clit massage and Tina soon started to purr again. It was a slow, gentle fuck for about four or five minutes before Tina’s breathing started to get deeper and faster. I was starting to feel the effects of the stroking when Tina said: “On me, go with me, lets cum together.”

We rolled over together, me on top this time. Tina spread her legs and bent her knees a little giving me great access to fuck her. I continued to massage her clit as I pounded into her. Wow, this really felt good. Like all good things, the end was approaching. I think that Tina got there first, her hips started bucking with additional strength and the purr was more like a growl.

I peaked rapidly as she reacted; çankırı escort one great thrust put me in as far as I could go. I unloaded a significant load into this fine woman. Tina continued to buck and thrust for another minute or so before finally calming down. She turned her head and kissed me with a smile: “Don’t leave me, just roll back over.”

We rolled back and I did manage to stay inside her. I was spent and Tina was warm and comfortable. She said: “I set your alarm for two-thirty, is that enough time for you to get to work?”

I mumbled that it was ok and we both drifted off to sleep.

The alarm went off promptly at two-thirty. I was no longer inside Tina although I was snuggled up behind her. Her butt still felt so good. And, as expected, I had to pee again. This was beginning to get annoying. Tina pushed the alarm to off and rolled back to face me. One quick closed mouth kiss and she was up and out of bed. There was enough afternoon light sneaking around my curtains that I got an excellent view of this beautiful naked woman. She quickly headed to the bathroom, I guess that she had to pee, too.

I headed for the bathroom when I heard the door open. We passed in the hall. We were both still naked. Tina said: “I better get dressed and head home and you’ve got to go to work.”

Me: “I was never really fond of putting away my toys. Can I interest you in some warmed up (Microwave) pasta?”

Tina: “No, I’ll get something when I get home; go pee before you have an accident.”

I went into the bathroom to do what I had to do. When I came out, Tina was standing in front of my kitchen stove cooking something in a frying pan. She was wearing a bra and panties but nothing else. I could see that she was frying a couple of eggs and there was a Kaiser roll on the counter.

Tina: “Why don’t you get dressed? I’ll handle things here. “

I smiled and headed back to the bedroom and put on some ‘go to work’ clothes. When I went back out to the kitchen, there was a fried egg sandwich on the table with a glass of Orange Juice. Tina gave me a quick kiss before heading back toward the bedroom. I sat and inhaled the sandwich. Tina was soon back wearing jeans and a sweatshirt; she still looked good!

Tina: “I’m off. I’ll be working tonight; will you be stopping by?”

I got up from the table and went to her. I gave her a nice kiss:” I can’t think of anything that I would rather do, with the exception of being in bed with you.”

Tina gave me one of her thrilling ‘whole-body-hugs’ before heading toward the stairs. I stopped her and said: “Thank you for my wakeup, thank you for putting me to sleep and thank you for the breakfast.”

Tina started to go but stopped again: “Your welcome and, by the way, the dirty dishes and frying pan are in the sink. Can I leave a toothbrush here?”

I told her that she could leave anything that she wanted here. Tina went home and I went to work. The dirty dishes could wait.

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I told my wife, Deb, that I wanted to live out a fantasy weekend. I told her I wanted her to make love to a real close friend of ours. Before I could explain, she immediately started to argue that she had already done that once and it wasn’t happening again.

“No! No! You don’t understand.” I explained. “I want to pretend. Now here is the scenario I have in mind. We are going up north this week-end to open the….”

“Yes! We’re already doing that.” She interrupted me to argue, not sounding very pleased.

“Just here me out. I think you might like this.”

I gave her the scenario I wanted to play out. I told her that my mother was ailing and I had to go see her. I still wanted her to go up north to open up the trailer for the season. Because she might not know how to or want to get down under the trailer to open up the water valves, etc.; I wanted Gary (my cousins ex-husband) to go with her.

This of course was to be a fantasy, so I would be playing the part of Gary. I knew she liked Gary and probably had the hots for him, based on some of things she has said in the past. During the divorce process he spent a lot of time at the house. We haven’t talked to my cousin since she started this whole mess.

I also caught him giving her a good-bye hug in the kitchen last Christmas that lasted longer then would be expected. His hands were rubbing her bottom as he ground into her a little. She didn’t protest and there was an obvious bulge in his pants when he turned around. They both blushed a little when they saw me, but nothing was said.

Anyway, she protested against my scenario right away, asking where Gary would sleep, since there was only one bed. That’s when I smiled and said, “That’s up to you. This can be your fantasy too. Besides the dinette does fold down into a bed, so you could use that.”

Deb smiled back, saying, “Umm, but it’s still an awfully small trailer. In those confined quarters, no telling what might happen.” She seemed to be getting into a little bit.

After we got there, I (Gary, she was calling me Gary from the time we got into the car) completed setting everything up in an hour or so. When I finished, Deb asked me to take her to K-Mart, that she needed a few things to set up the kitchen for the season. At K-Mart she kept sending Gary off to get this and that. Every time he came back she sent him off again on another errand. It seemed like she was hiding something. Even at the check out line, she sent him off to get something else.

We relaxed the afternoon away and then she sent Gary off to shower and change in the campground bathroom, while she did the same in the trailer. When he came back, the trailer was locked and she wouldn’t let him in, claiming she wasn’t decent.

Finally, about forty-five minutes later, she bitlis escort open the trailer door and stepped out wearing a black skirt and an almost see through brown satin blouse, which was unbuttoned about half way down. This gave me… Gary a sensual view of a half cup bush-up bra that barely hid her nipples, but left the tops her areolas very visible. Her hair was pulled up in a French curl on the back of her head and her face was made up nicely, accented with bright red lipstick and light blue eyeliner. She really looked great. I hadn’t seen her this dolled up in a long, long time. I found out later she had bought the blouse and bra at K-Mart earlier.

Offering Gary her arm, she said, “Let’s go have some fun. If my husband can’t show me a good time, maybe our best friend can.”

We went out to dinner at a little quiet club, dark and romantic. She kept running her toes up and down Gary’s leg, but every time he put his hand on her knee, she would grab his hand, slowly drag it up her thigh until it almost reached that magic spot and then she’d pull it away. She’d then lean over, giving him an excellent view down her blouse, and whisper in his ear, “Ummm, that feels good, but my husband probably wouldn’t like that.”

After dinner we danced to a few of the slow songs. She pulled herself tight into Gary and anyone watching could not mistake the fact, that she was doing everything short of intercourse on the floor to turn Gary on. I… I mean Gary, walked around with a perpetual hard most of the remainder of the evening.

After some dancing, we departed and headed for the casino. We played the slots and Gary caught the guy on the other side of her looking down her blouse. They exchanged knowing grins and raised eyebrows. This happened several times and I was very proud and hard. Every time she ran out of quarters she would reach into my tray, grab a couple and allow her hand to run up the inside of my thigh and over the bulge in my pants.

I… I mean Gary, leaned over after a while and told her, “There have been a lot of men noticing you and looking down your blouse.” Deb just smiled.

Resting his hand on her knee, Gary continued, “It really makes me feel good to be out with such a beautiful woman. There are a lot of men in here right now, that would love to be in my shoes. They want you, the same way I want you.” While he was talking, his hand was slowly sliding up her thigh and under her dress.

Leaning over to give Gary another good look down her blouse, she allowed him to just barely rub his finger into her soaking wet panties; before she pulled his hand out and replied, “I don’t think my husband would appreciate that.”

Gary told her, “I wouldn’t be so sure. Besides, like you said earlier, your husband isn’t here bolu escort to show you a good time, maybe his best friend can.”

Deb stood up leaned over again, reached down squeezing Gary’s covered appendage and whispered, “We’ll see when I come back. Save my chair.” Still squeezing, she found his mouth and gave him an opened mouth kiss with her tongue, turned and left.

The man that was sitting on her left, watched her leave, turned back and said, “Man is she hot. Your wife?”

“No. Just a close friend.”

“I guess! Lucky man.”

I was very proud of her and very happy, but not nearly as happy as when she returned. I happened to notice her as she turned to walk down our isle. She walked slowly swaying back and forth. Eyes turned away from their machines and watched her make her way along. It wasn’t until she was about four games or so away that I noticed Deb had taken off her bra. Her breasts rose and fell so seductively as she walked.

She returned to her seat without looking at me and started playing again as if nothing had changed. The guy on her other side looked at her for a long time. Deb turned, leaning a little in his direction and looked at him. I guess she smiled, because when she turned back to her game again, the man just looked up at me and lipped a big “Wow.”

We played a little longer, her hand reaching over every so often to grab a quarter and other parts, until there were no more quarters for either of us to reach.

On the way back to the trailer I… Gary laid a hand on her knee and slowly slid it up Deb’s thigh. This time she didn’t stop him. Gary found only a very wet, naked and completely shaved love nest. She leaned back into her seat, closed her eyes and just let him play.

Once back at the trailer she spun into his arms and kissed him hard with an open mouth and a whole lot of tongue. Her hand was pressing and rubbing into his bulging pants, while one of Gary’s was on her breasts.

When she finally broke the kiss, she pushed him away and said, “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to make up the bed from the dinette.” She opened up a cupboard and pulled out blankets for him and a long flannel nightgown for herself. Gary began to protest, but before he could say anything she kissed him again, squeezed him one last time and whispered, “As much as I would love to fuck you, I just can’t do this to my husband.” She turned, walked to the bed in the back of the trailer, pulled the curtain shut and turned on the lamp.

I said… and I mean I, “But I am you husband.”

“Not this week end you’re not. He’s gone visiting his sick mother.”

“Well, maybe we can forget about that.”

“No, That wouldn’t be fair to him. You see, he has this fantasy and I want him to really enjoy it and see how it burdur escort would be if it wasn’t just a fantasy.” She said, pulling off her blouse.

She was silhouetted against the curtain. Turned sideways, every curve was nicely visible. Once undressed, she lifted her breasts and played with them. Then her hands ran down her body and obviously played in other places. She bent over and made other obvious seductive poses to tease me. Then the light went out.

“This isn’t funny.” I said, having gotten undressed myself and slipping into bed.

“Well, you need to be careful what you ask for. You may just get it. Good night Gary. I hope you sleep well.”

I laid there thinking about what to do, while I could hear her moaning as she apparently continued to play with herself. I could play the game and stay where I was. Pretend to be Gary and go in and seduce/pretend to rape her (no I don’t like that scenario). Do as she was doing and self-satisfy myself. Or I could just go in, be myself and say enough is enough.

I didn’t have to decide. About ten minutes had passed, when the curtain opened. Deb lit a candle. She stood before me in a pink teddy I had never seen before. She said, Gary, you’re right. My husband sent me up here with you. He is not here to take care of the needs of the trailer, but you are. So I guess you’ll have take care of all his duties.”

With that she walked over, pulled down the covers, unsnapped the buttons at the bottom of the teddy, crawled onto the bed and straddled my… I mean Gary’s still hard appendage. Deb sat right down on it and began to ride. She took my hands and placed them on her breasts. We made love twice that night. I woke up the next morning to the feeling of lips sucking on Gary’s tool and we made love again before going out breakfast and heading home.

She wore her outfit from the night before with the pushup bra. She didn’t bother to comb her hair or fix the smeared makeup on her face. She looked, just like what we had done the night before. All the people in the restaurant stared at us, but the men especially at her. All during breakfast her hand was on Gary’s crotch and my hand was busy on her love nest as we sat together on the same side of the booth.

On the ride home she kept Gary hard by undoing his pants and playing with him. Every so often she would lean over and take him into her mouth for a little while, but never fully taking care of his needs.

Three hours later, we finally arrived home. When we got in the door, she turned on Gary and kissed him hard again, then said, “Let’s get it on one more time before Bill gets home.”

After our showers, Deb came out of the bathroom in her flannel nightgown and her ratty old robe. Walking over to me, she gave me a kiss on the cheek and said, “Hi, honey. I didn’t hear you come in. How’s your Mom?”

We made love again that night after the Cosby Reunion Show went off, which made it a total of 5 times in about 24 hours. A feat I haven’t accomplished in over twenty years. Of course it was four times for Gary and only once for me.

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Note: if you haven’t already, read Susan in NYC Ch. 01 we just enjoyed the moment before we both got up and started getting done. We had already talked a lot about getting together again soon but that didn’t make it any easier to prepare to say good-bye. Soon enough, though, we were both dressed and done and she was all packed up so we headed out to go catch the subway. We were less sad that this incredible weekend was over than we were psyched that it had gone so incredibly well. When her train was boarding, we kept our good-bye suitable for public and there were no tears shed. On the contrary, we were both nearly giddy and, balıkesir escort even as I headed back to the subway, I was in an outstanding mood.

Once I was back at school, my good mood did not diminish mostly because, with Susan gone, so many people were interested in talking to me about her. Apparently her passionate vocalizations were heard by many during her visit so the guys mainly wanted details about what had been going on and the girls, much to my surprise, were suddenly interested in whether we were an item, whether we were serious, what exactly the status of our relationship bartın escort was, that kind of thing. Because I was experiencing so much interest from the women on my floor, I was super discreet when discussing Susan with the guys. The women were super discreet when they stopped by and casually asked about my situation then, upon learning that we were not serious, asked if I could make them feel like she had so obviously been feeling. That stash of condoms was suddenly coming in handy as I was getting regular visits not only from women who lived on my floor but from women who’d been visiting my floor batman escort that weekend.

While all of this might sound disrespectful to Susan, I didn’t keep it a secret from her. I admit that I didn’t intend to tell her but she asked whether my floormates had been curious about her. I jokingly told her that they’d asked what all the moaning was about since they assumed it couldn’t have been related to my sexual prowess. She actually said that I could easily dispel that by demonstrating on any of the girls who asked then any guys who asked would hear even more moaning and would have to accept it eventually.

“You wouldn’t care if I was pleasuring other women?” I asked.

“No, of course not,” she replied, “First, it’d be selfish of me and, second, I know I’ll benefit from you keeping those skills sharp.”

“You’re incredible,” I told her, “Did you know that?”

“Just don’t forget it,” she said.

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Author’s note: In part one of this hetero story, only he finds release–but there’ll be more for her (more for both) in the future.

This story has some heavy background and emphasizes emotional more than physical dominance. The D/s element is light and informal.

It’s told in alternating perspectives–hers in 3rd person close, his in 1st person.

***

This is crazy. No… It’s fucking NUTS. Why did I agree to this?

What was I thinking? she wondered for the hundredth time.

Amanda gave up trying not to chew her lip as she stood in the spacious hotel room, arms crossed against the chill of overzealous air conditioning. If she could just avoid looking in the mirror, and maybe just sit on the bed. Just sit, for now.

Damn it. She turned her head away from the mirror, but the damage was done. She really did look all sexed up. Or ready for sex. It didn’t matter what the phrase was–the end of it was definitely “sex,” punctuated by the black fuck-me heels she was obligated to wear, at least until Mr. Anderson came in and decided whether or not she had to keep them on.

Ugh. Mr. Anderson got to decide. Mr. Anderson got to tell her what to do. Mr. Anderson was in charge for the night–from midnight to ten the next morning–and Amanda just had to get used to it.

Well, it was what she’d signed up for. But she didn’t recognize the girl in the mirror. And in fifteen more minutes, when Mr. Anderson came in, she would do things that would make her recognize herself even less.

***

“Each of you ladies will be paired with one member of the bachelor party,” the red-headed woman had said at the meeting three hours before. “You’ll eat now, and–“

“What if they’re gay?” Amanda had piped up. Nerves made her voice come out loud and tight.

The red-headed woman pushed her glasses up her nose, flicked the merest glance at the offender, and returned her gaze to her clipboard, answering in a bored voice, “They’re not.”

Giada elbowed Amanda. “Don’t you think they checked, dummy?”

Of course they checked. “They” checked everything, knew everything about the eight-man bachelor party. Not that they shared every detail with the girls.

The redhead wrapped up her spiel.

“So. Please eat soon, give yourself plenty of time to digest so you can comfortably engage in vigorous activity”–Amanda winced–“and make your usual preparations, physical and mental. See Ernie for your rings between nine-thirty and ten, and, girls, be sure you test them,” she added sternly. “See me by ten-thirty for a final check before you’re escorted to your guests’ rooms. Let me know if you require assistance.”

The group began to disperse.

“Last time, she said ‘let me know if you need a hand,’ and Ashlynn took her way literally, which she should have expected, ’cause, like, it’s Ashlynn,” Giada said quietly to Amanda, breaking into a grin.

Amanda gave her a blank look.

“You know. Ashlynn? Goes both ways? Total slut for redheads?” Giada added. “Come on, Mandy, relax. This is gonna be fun.”

Amanda tried to agree but couldn’t choke out the words.

Giada made an impatient sound.

“Seriously. Relax. The hotel has vetted them, searched their stuff. I don’t know all the details, but I’ve been doing this a while, and I’m telling you, it’ll be fine. Nobody’s gonna pull a weapon on you,” Giada said soothingly, linking arms with her nervous friend. “Security’s seconds away. Worst that’ll happen is your guy’ll have a really obscure or really boring fetish, and even then, they usually find out and let us know ahead of time.”

Amanda, a poor conversationalist even under better circumstances, seemed to have hit a wall. It was real now, this whole thing was real, and she could technically back out–but twenty-two years of being taught to live up to her obligations and to keep her promises were stacked against that option.

As were fifty thousand dollars of student debt. This one night would chip away at that far better than her minimum wage gig at Pat’s Diner. Besides, she had no real reason to be nervous.

Right?

Giada had done this before, for the last year and a half, in fact. Amanda clutched Giada’s arm like it was a parachute and Amanda was about to jump.

The girls had reached the elevators too slowly to go up with the six others.

“Had a glance at your guy,” said Giada, giving Amanda a sly look. “He’s cute. Nice that they give us recent photos, huh?”

Amanda’s brain hadn’t registered that he was cute, or anything at all. Instead she’d gone over and over the warnings they’d issued during the meeting: Make sure your guest matches his picture. If somebody else walks through that door, use your ring immediately. If he’s too inebriated, use your ring immediately. There are no weapons permitted in the rooms; but if you see one, use your ring immediately…

A ring against a knife, or worse. There was a comforting thought.

“Yeah. Nice.” Amanda swallowed the lump in her throat. She was earning a ridiculous amount for this. It was one night, with the possibility ardahan escort of continued “service” if she did her job well.

As she’d let Giada steer her into the empty elevator, she had wondered if she would ever want to do this again.

***

I’m never doing this again, Amanda thought, trying not to hyperventilate, not to chew her lips, and not to look at herself in the mirror as she sat at the foot of the bed.

Ten minutes. Her eyes fell on her manicured hands, then beyond them to the matching pedicured toes peeping out of her sparkly black shoes. She never sprang for a manicure, but Mr. Anderson required it. The hotel would probably have required it anyway, just like the leg and bikini wax. At least she didn’t have to wax everything completely.

She shuddered.

She did like the smooth look of no hairs poking out of the skimpy underwear she wore. Her whole outfit was something like a Victoria’s Secret show, minus the wings. The redhead had frowned at Amanda’s gauzy bolero addition, which obscured her arms, but since it did nothing to hide her considerable cleavage, Amanda had passed scrutiny.

There was no way Amanda was removing the bolero. Its sheer sleeves were sexy and flirty and gave just enough coverage to obscure the disfigured places on her arms.

Eight minutes.

Her eyes flitted to the closet, where extra gear was stowed. Nothing too hardcore, but as she’d checked the right boxes on her application, the company was comfortable pairing her with a man who liked a little bit of control. Or domination. She was fuzzy on the details; her brain had sort of stopped working as soon as the meeting had begun.

His picture had flashed in front of her face, briefly, followed by three pages on his likes, habits, and proclivities. She remembered little and had not felt the tiniest bit curious when it came to stealing looks at the other girls’ guests.

Guests, clients, Johns… Well, as long as I’m in hooker makeup, hair, and heels, she thought, looking at the black shoes again. She shut her eyes, then forced herself to look at the clock without looking in the mirror.

Five minutes.

The room was getting chilly. There couldn’t be any other reason for her nipples to be erect, poking into her bra annoyingly as she counted down the minutes before Mr. Anderson’s arrival.

Before he had all night to do whatever he wanted with her.

Within reason.

A new thought struck her: what if he… didn’t want her? Didn’t want to do anything with her at all?

She stole another look down at the cleavage that threatened to pop right out of her ridiculous outfit.

She looked nice. Didn’t she? Tempting, even?

Amanda stared hard at her sleeves. The marks were light enough; he’d never notice them.

Doubts nagged at her.

Amanda glanced around but didn’t see a temperature control panel. Her eyes fell on the closet again.

Hmm. If she was doing this, if she was really going to be bad… she might as well go the extra mile. Giada had told her about some really wild tipping, as much as fifty percent.

Trying not to think about what she was doing, Amanda opened the drawer that contained extra equipment and pawed through it until she found what she was looking for. She would look really slutty, but hey, it wasn’t like he’d ever see her again. Wasn’t like he knew her.

Now, where should she do it?

She took a closer look at the bed and saw where.

Three minutes. Shit.

Wobbling in her heels, she flung herself onto the bed and snapped one cuff over one wrist, slinging the other cuff around a convenient flourish of the decorative metal headboard. The noise it made snapping shut seemed to snap her into the reality of her predicament.

Oh my god. I sooo do not make good decisions under pressure, she thought, shocked at the sight of her pale wrist cuffed to the bed. Her eyes fell on the emergency ring, a simple band with one subtle fake diamond, resting on her right index finger. Easy to press with her thumb and summon a big, burly security team.

Only if needed. She could do this.

Amanda shut her eyes, took a deep breath, and plastered what she hoped was an inviting look on her face. With her free hand, she tried to tuck her breasts down just a bit into the push-up bra and promptly dropped the handcuff key on the floor. Out of reach.

Shit!

Two minutes.

But he could come in now. What if he was early?

What if he was late? She’d just cuffed herself into a long, uncomfortable wait. If he never showed–a possibility, if he’d found another guest to shack up with–she could always use the ring for a rescue.

The phone rang in the middle of her second deep breath, startling her. It, too, was out of reach.

She stretched and stretched, ass in the air as she bent toward the phone, gritting her teeth against the shrill ringing. Maybe she could lift the handset out with her fingertips…

Instead, she knocked it out of the cradle. A familiar voice squawked faintly from the other end.

“…all artvin escort right?” someone was asking her. Amanda recognized the snippy voice of the redhead. “Miss Amanda, I repeat, is everything all right?”

“Yes,” she said, trying for loud enough to be heard from afar but not so loud she was shouting. “I’m fine.”

“Good. Miss Amanda, I’m very sorry for the short notice, but upon reviewing our paperwork we saw–well–there’s been a mixup.”

Amanda waited nervously.

“Your guest is not Mr. Anderson. He’s a Mr. Carver, and he is the man described in the paperwork, but he will not be the man whose photo you saw.” Ms. Redhead paused to let this sink in. She went on, sounding irritable. “This has never happened before–I don’t know how–anyway, I’ve just sent Bobby up with the right picture, but he might not make it before Mr. Carver–“

Buzz, click. Someone was coming into the room.

The door had opened a little, but not all the way, and whoever it was hadn’t come in yet.

Amanda heard a voice, muffled, but familiar from the meeting earlier.

Bobby.

“Sir? Excuse me, sir?”

Muffled reply.

“…from management… just need to check… at your identification…”

Brief silence.

A muffled noise that sounded like, “Thank you.” Then, footsteps and the distinct sound of the door closing.

More footsteps, coming nearer.

Stopping at the foot of the bed.

Amanda, who had given in to the urge to shut her eyes, waited.

“Hello?” said a soft masculine voice. A soft, familiar voice…

Her eyes snapped open. Familiar voice, familiar face, familiar smile. Familiar blue eyes.

Familiar swooping sensation in the pit of her stomach.

And a new feeling: humiliation.

The familiar eyes rested on hers for a moment before skimming over her body, taking in her outfit, her teased hair, her predicament.

Mr. Carver, she thought, the name clicking into place. Matthew Carver.

Damn.

***

Amanda Trudeau.

Damn. Never mind that outfit–I’d be thinking about that later–just seeing her again made my chest ache.

Here was a second chance.

She’d always been an open book to me, even among dozens of students. That hadn’t changed in the months since I’d last laid eyes on her: I saw her first instinct take hold of her right after she realized who I was.

She scrambled for something to cover herself, and, lucky for her, she happened to be sitting on a big, fluffy duvet.

I was thrown off kilter, but I wouldn’t have stopped her anyway; let her get comfortable, let her see I’m no threat to her.

Let her settle, relax.

All the things she never could manage to do around me.

She was having a hard time getting the duvet out from under her, probably because one of her hands was cuffed to the bed in the most awkward way possible. Had the hotel done this?

I took a step toward her and saw her eyes dart to the floor, where I saw the glint of a key.

Ah. Not the hotel. This was all Amanda, impulsive Amanda. I did my best not to smile as I came closer and she flattened her body against the wrought-iron headboard, as far away from me as she could get.

I didn’t say anything but bent to retrieve her key. I noticed the phone was out of the cradle and returned it.

Amanda relaxed; she must have thought I would turn to her and free her. Instead I retreated to the loveseat level with the foot of the bed and sat back in it, making myself comfortable, the key in my loose grip.

She was confused now, and just a little worried. I saw her twiddle a small ring she wore. I was pretty sure I knew what that was for.

“Hey, Amanda,” I said, still softly, nicely. I knew I was smiling at her because that’s what my face seemed to do whenever I saw her: give her the softest, nicest smile I was capable of. “That’s your panic button, right?”

She nodded, her mouth hanging open in surprise.

“Could you do me a favor and not push it?”

Amanda didn’t do anything to respond. She just looked at me with those big green eyes partially hidden behind a sweep of bangs. She definitely had that deer-in-the-headlights thing going.

I wanted to tease her–tell her she looked like Bambi–but we weren’t that familiar.

“I’m not going to–” I paused and searched for the right word; we both knew I could say “rape,” but neither of us wanted that word in the room with us right now, “–hurt you,” I finished.

She relaxed and nodded. Then she started blushing and dropped her gaze; I didn’t know why, so I just watched and waited. The watching was difficult because my body was definitely responding to her position, her clothes, her purpose here in the room.

Down, man, I thought. She was obviously new to this and a little scared, and I didn’t want to scare her–not beyond what she might like.

“I, uh,” she began, still avoiding my eyes, “I can find someone–someone else, another, you know, girl. If you just let me out.” She rattled her cuffed hand and gave an apologetic laugh.

“Someone bodrum escort else?”

She let out a hiss of a breath. I hated seeing her so uncomfortable.

“You know, someone… better. For you. For this.” She gestured with her free hand around the room.

Okay, part of me relished seeing her so uncomfortable–part of me imagined what it would be like to push her boundaries, her buttons. I played dumb.

“For what?”

“For the night,” she said through gritted teeth. Her face was absolutely crimson.

The truth tumbled out before I could think twice. “I don’t want someone else for the night.”

Her eyes flashed up at me, briefly, and the look was doubtful.

If she knew what I knew, she’d be more than doubtful–she’d be mortified. Would I tell her I knew she wanted me to seduce her? Would I tell her how I knew that?

Maybe.

Would I seduce her?

Yes.

“I… think I know what you’re thinking,” I said.

***

How could he know what I’m thinking? Amanda thought, hoping like hell that he had no idea, that he hadn’t seen the hope on her face after he’d said he didn’t want anyone else.

She kept her eyes trained on his shoes. Nice shoes, she thought, and a nice navy suit.

Amanda tried not to think about what she was wearing, but her breasts were squeezed up into the bottom of her peripheral vision.

Matthew could wear anything–or nothing, said an excited little voice in the back of her brain–and he would still be a commanding presence to her. He radiated innocence with his wide blue eyes and clean-cut appearance.

But that way he smiled, with just a tightening of the corners of his lips, suggested something dark beneath the surface.

He looks like he knows what he wants and is just biding his time until you catch up, Amanda thought. He looks so damn patient. So damn trustworthy. Like he’s waiting for me to confide in him… But he already knows what I’m gonna tell him. And it’s something bad.

She was seized with the urge to confess something–anything–bad to him.

She thought he was probably looking at her that way now, and she kept her eyes focused on those shiny brown shoes.

“Do you want me to tell you what I think you’re thinking?”

Damn, that voice, she thought, hoping he didn’t notice how it shot straight through her. She shuddered, and the metal around her wrist pinched for a moment.

Damn, damn, damn. Her nipples were so tight and sensitive now. Something about that voice and the restraint was doing things to her. She shifted uncomfortably.

She had heard his voice for nearly two months as he’d lectured as a guest in her criminology class last year; had listened to him chat at the handful of study groups he’d generously led after hours, where she had tucked herself at the back of the room.

Mr. Carver had a middle-range voice for a man, not the deepest she’d ever heard, but lulling and confident as it rolled gently over her, winding its way into her ear, and he spoke with a light undertone of humor.

It made her want to talk to him, want to trust him.

And it was sexy. Once in a while he would look at her, would catch her staring at him, and he would keep talking–but it felt like they’d switched to a private wavelength. He’d look into her eyes from his place at the front of the lecture hall, leaning his tall frame over the old podium, and it was like she was the only person in the world. Like he was talking just to her.

But she was always seated far away, and surrounded by others, so the intimacy could evaporate the moment class was over. And he never said a word to her, never looked at her as she walked by him, out of the room.

Never sought her out from her hiding place in the study group. But then, why would he?

Now she was mere feet from him, handcuffed to his bed.

And there was nobody else. And she felt that pull, to trust him, and she felt other things…

She cleared her throat. What had he asked?

Right. Did she want to know… She said, as casually as she could, “Sure, why not?” But her voice cracked on the last word. She heard him chuckle.

“I think you’re thinking… Something like, for six weeks I didn’t look at you, and now I expect you to believe I don’t want someone else here? Some other girl?”

His voice was unbearably gentle and knowing. She felt like it stroked her all over.

“I… Okay… Yeah.”

“I was looking,” he said. Amanda felt heat kindle low in her belly. And she didn’t have to see his face to know he was smiling.

He went on. “You know what I’d like to see now?”

Amanda went with her first thought. “My… chest?” That’s what the few other men she’d dated had wanted to see, and she was happy to share herself with them. She reached for the front clasp of her bra.

I can’t believe I’m doing this. It’s Mr. Carver. Oh, god. Okay, just do it.

But again she heard that quiet, friendly chuckle. “No, no… Well, I am looking forward to seeing your breasts,” he said candidly, “but right now I was hoping to see your eyes.”

She froze. A flush of embarrassment crept up her neck.

“Amanda.”

***

It seemed like an eternity, and I wondered for a second if she was going to press that panic button. But eventually I saw her worry her lower lip between her teeth, and then she raised her eyes.

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Sweat slowly dripped down my body as I stared out of my bedroom window into his window. He paced around his room with his back towards me, fresh out of the shower. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and his long, thin fingers ruffled his sweet, strawberry blonde hair. The small of his chiseled back from years of playing sports flexed with every ruffle and made my heart flutter but also jerk at the same time.

“Jade! Earth to Jade!” my best friend, Clara, hissed, reeling me back to reality. I stopped staring out the window and focused my attention to Clara, sprawled out on my floor only in a bra and panties, talking about how we were going to be freshmen in college next year. I glanced down at my body and felt a little inadequate. During our summer before college, her breasts grew larger and her waist thinner. She cut her chocolate brown locks into a sexy and sporty pixie cut and got her nose pierced with a small stud. Her splay of freckles on across her nose gave her an innocent touch but we both knew she was a wild one.

Although it was only us two, she wore a lacy, black push-up bra that made her big boobs even bigger and matching lacy, black panties. Ready to pounce at any time, she called it. I on the other hand, wore a plain white bra and grey boyshorts… my last clean pair. Although I wasn’t as hot as Clara, I definitely worked on my figure. My boobs were on the smaller side (think B cup) but I made up for it in a tiny waist, bigger butt, and thin legs. I usually covered my boobs with my long black hair that I rarely put up. I didn’t like to draw attention to them.

“Anyway, as I was saying, I can’t believe your air conditioning is broken. It’s like 100 degrees, Jade.”

“Tell me about it. I can’t breathe in here.”

“Pft. Yeah, and it’s not the air conditioning either.” She hopped up from the floor and scooched her body to the window. “You’re totally checking out Caiden. I mean seriously… If I lived next to that… I would too. Everyday. Like. You.” Clara glanced back at me with her playful blue eyes and devilish smirk.

I scrunched up my nose and rolled my eyes. “Yeah, I really like his body… but I hate his guts. We used to be best friends in elementary and the beginning of middle school but as soon as he grew a little he became an ass. Dropped me like a hot pie right out of the oven.”

“And you wish that was a cream pie.”

“Clara!”

“What!”

Although I was a little ticked off, I giggled because it was a little bit funny. “You know for my 18th birthday he texted me that he had a surprise for me, asked me to come to his house and then nothing. I waited there for like two hours like an idiot. It was so awkward. His parents let me into his room and I just waited there… and then I left. I had to say goodbye to them!”

“Did you snoop? Look on his computer? Find some porn? Maybe some white guy on Asian girl to fulfill his lifelong desire?” Clara asked excitedly.

“I wish. I honestly just fell asleep and when I woke up he wasn’t there. I assumed he bailed.”

We sat in silence for a little longer as we watched Caiden pick out some clothes. He was very picky about it, trying on four different outfits before settling for a plain grey t-shirt and a pair of black athletic shorts.

“You know… He’s having a party tonight at his pool. We should go. And you know what… We should dress you up like an Asian goddess and show him what he’s missing!” Clara declared. She jumped up from the floor and clapped her hands together. She twirled around and grabbed the rectangular glasses off my nose and set them aside. She fluffed out my thick black hair and began to giggle, running her fingers through my hair. I knew that I could never say no to one of Clara’s makeovers.

I glanced out the window one more time into Caiden’s window and gasped.

“What?!”

“It’s… nothing.” I looked down and my hands. I swore I saw Caiden’s icy blue eyes meet mine right before he stepped out of his room.

~

A few hours later of trial and error and bags of Flamin’ Hot Cheetos, Clara pushed me in front of the mirror. I gasped. I really did look like an Asian goddess. My hair was pulled back in a slick and seductive pony tail that tickled my back. My eyebrows were expertly filled in and she made me wear bayburt escort contacts. My almond-shaped eyes oozed sex appeal with her mastered smoky eye and long, extended fake eyelashes. My contouring and highlight were on point and made me look like an Instagram model and my lips were perfectly plumped and glossed.

“I-I-I can’t believe this is me. You are literally a magician, Clara!”

“Haha, I pulled out all the stops for this one. A little last revenge before we go to college.”

“Yeah, I think I need it.”

As the sun started to set, we began to hear a soft pumping of music coming from his backyard and people coming and going from his house. I picked a simple black triangle bikini and bottoms to match. Clara went all out with yet another push up bra bikini, lavender this time, and black bottoms. We checked ourselves in the mirror once more before giddily going over.

The party was already in full swing when we got there. Almost a hundred people or more were jam packed in Caiden’s living room, kitchen, and back patio. Everyone was wearing swimwear and danced to the music that was loudly pumping throughout the house. I honestly could feel my heart and bones shake with the music vibrating so loudly.

As Clara veered off into the kitchen to see some other friends of hers, I slowly stepped out into the backyard. As soon as the sticky, hot summer air touched my skin, I felt like everybody had stopped what they were doing and stared at me. I couldn’t hear the music anymore. All I heard was an ocean of nothingness in my ears. I swallowed heavily and continued to walk, meeting stunned expressions of my former high school classmates.

Before long, my eyes found a familiar pair of icy blue eyes. This time, they were even icier than usual. Caiden stood with some of his football teammates, who were also staring at me. While they didn’t hide their stunned expressions, his stoic face turned into a glare. He stared at me for what seemed like eternity and then snapped his head away in a second. What was his problem? Why was he ignoring me like this? It was definitely not what I expected from him. Granted, I wasn’t expecting him to flock to my side and beg me to be his but I wasn’t expecting him to pretend I wasn’t even there.

While Clara left early with a hot guy she snagged, I made small talk to my former classmates about which colleges we were going to, final good byes, and the good old days. Throughout the night, I couldn’t help but feel a certain pair of eyes boring into my skin and making me a little hotter down there. Eventually, the party died down but I somehow, didn’t want to leave. When the backyard emptied out, I sat down at the edge of the pool and dipped my legs in, inviting the warm, yet cooling, sensation of water. I slowly lowered my body in and laid on my back, looking up into the starry sky. I closed my eyes, a little disappointed that Caiden didn’t even notice me this whole time.

“Finally. It’s just us.”

Startled, I opened my eyes and saw his fine, handsome face staring down at me from above the pool.

“What? What do you mean?” I raised myself from my floating position and stared up at him.

“I know what you were trying to do, getting all glammed out. Everyone was talking about it, Jade. All the guys are probably gonna jerk off to it tonight,” Caiden scoffed.

A little smirk tugged at the corner of my lip. “You sound a little jealous there, Caiden,” I tempted. I thought he was going to turn around and storm off but he surprised me. Caiden jumped into the pool and a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me in close to his body. A little gasp escaped from my mouth as our faces were only a few inches away from each other, bodies pressed together tightly. Caiden’s eyes were bluer than usual with the pool’s illumination.

“Of course I was jealous,” he growled. Taken aback, my heart tugged towards him and I felt hotness between my legs. “God… You don’t want to know the things that were going through my mind. I couldn’t even keep looking at you because I was so fucking turned on.” His fingers crawled up my back and found the strings to my bikini top. He slowly pulled them and my top fell in between us, my breasts exposed to him.

I paused before saying anything. bilecik escort I couldn’t say anything. My body wanted him to ravage me but my brain wanted me to leave. He ignored me when we were in high school together and now after I put on some makeup he’s making a move on me? “Yeah well you just like it because I look hot. You never batted an eye at me before,” I retorted, turning away and covering my breasts.

“That’s not true, Jade. Honestly, I prefer the regular you. The shy, cute one that never has her hair up.” I heard his arm reach up from the water and gracefully untied the ribbon that held my caged my hair. My hair brushed my bare back and I drew a breath in. I turned around and stared at him, letting my arms fall to my side. His eyes darted down to my exposed breasts, lingered for a moment, and stared back into my eyes.

“I just… Never got the timing right. I avoided you because I noticed how beautiful you were getting and I couldn’t help it. I didn’t know what I’d do if I got close to you. On your 18th birthday, I was going to tell you how I truly felt. Well, I got way too nervous and bailed the last second. I was going to tell you how beautiful you were and surprise you with your favourite cake… Confetti.”

I smiled a little. Confetti was my favourite.

Caiden took a step closer and pulled me back into his arms. I stared at his lips and then up his nose and into his eyes. He stared back at me for a little bit before he leaned in and kissed me. A jolt of electricity pulsed through my body. I kissed him back and grabbed the back of his neck, feeling his soft hair between my fingers. I opened my mouth a little bit and his hot tongue and breath entered. He explored it so expertly and our tongues gently danced before his tongue returned home and I let out a small groan.

I couldn’t help it and wrapped my legs around his waist. He lifted me up from the water onto the edge of the pool and untied the rest of my bikini. I leaned down and began to kiss him again as his hands found their way to my breasts, each of them fitting perfectly in his big hands. He thumbed over my already erect nipples and sent a shiver up my spine and a moan into his mouth. He pinched my nipples between his forefinger and thumb, rolling them gently, making me moan even more and feel even more hotness between my legs.

“Let’s… move over there.” I pointed to a lone padded lounge chair near the edge of the pool. Caiden raised himself out of the pool and his swimming trunks clung to the outline of his fully erect penis. My eyes bugged out at the big size, begging to be in me. He saw me staring and picked me up princess style, walking me over to the lounge chair.

Caiden gently laid me down and planted his hips between my open legs. We kissed again, this time, my tongue exploring his mouth. I focused on the sweet taste of his mouth as my hand traveled down his body and found his penis. I wrapped my hand around it and he let out a groan of pleasure.

I turned the tables on him and sat him on the lounge chair, pulling his trunks down, swiftly. I grasped his large member in my tiny hands and glanced up at him. Caiden reached out and stroked my hair, a warm smile on his face. My face inched closer to his penis and I slowly stuck my tongue out, feeling the soft, tight skin. He bit his bottom lip as I took more of him into my mouth. His penis felt cramped, too big to be in there but at the same time, right and fucking dirty. I began to bob my head slowly up and down, letting my tongue glide on the bottom of his shaft.

“Jade… Oh my god…” he whispered, his eyes intensely staring at me. I quickened my pace and his hands caressed the back of my head, encouraging me to take more even though I’d reached my limit. I groaned with every down stroke, my bottoms dampening. I couldn’t take it anymore and undid the strings of my bottoms. Immediately, the cool summer night air that caressed my exposed pussy, was taken by the feeling of a finger, gently running its way up and down my slit. I moaned into his penis, still in my mouth. Caiden stopped encouraging me with his other hand. He stood up from the chair and placed me on top instead.

He spread my legs, my vagina exposed to his eyes. He glanced up at me, reached up bingöl escort and placed one of his hands on my breasts while the other made its way back to the moistness between my legs. I gasped, as his finger slowly entered my pussy. It felt like fireworks exploding and I couldn’t keep it in. I gasped and moaned uncontrollably. Caiden began to pump his finger in me while his lips made their way to my clit, slowly sucking, his tongue flicking.

“Ah… Ah… Ah… Caiden…” I moaned, unable to handle the pleasure and ecstasy that was pulsating through my body. My back arched with another pump of his finger, sending pleasure waves through and another moan escaped my lips as he let go of yet another suck of my clit. “I can’t take it anymore… I need you inside of me please…”

Caiden immediately stopped what he was doing and stood. He loomed over me and placed his arms on both sides of me. “Spread your lips for me,” he demanded. I obeyed, my fingers reaching down and gently spreading my labia lips, exposing my wet, creamy hole even more for him. Caiden inched his body closer to mine and grabbed his penis with his hand. He moved the tip up and down my groin and sent shivers down my spine. I bit my lip in anticipation, my body craving his penis in me with every little feeling and tingling I had.

“St.. st… stop teasing me already. I’ve waited freaking forever for this!” I hissed, irritated that he wasn’t in yet.

Caiden chuckled and stopped his tip touching the opening of my pussy where his finger had just fucked. “Yeah well me too,” he replied, finally, thrusting his hips forward, propelling his penis into me.

I moaned louder than I thought could ever come out of my body. Not just a shock, but a thunderbolt of ecstasy rattled through my body, making me moan, shiver, and yearn for more. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait as Caiden let out a low, grumbling growl. His eyes met mine again and I could see the lust that he had pent up inside for so long. He began to thrust again, with each thrust shaking my core and making moan so loud I swore I saw a neighbour’s light go on.

Caiden must have noticed to because he placed one hand over my mouth, a way for me to keep quiet. Well, two can play at that game. I opened my mouth and two of his fingers slipped in. They tasted like salt, chlorine, and my own juices. I closed my mouth and began to suck, staring him in the eyes. Caiden groaned even louder and his thrusts fastened. “Jade… Fuck… That’s so fucking hot.”

My hands made their way to his wrist and I held it tightly, opening my mouth, gasping for air and swirly my tongue around each finger, running it up and down. Caiden’s eyes lit up and his thrusts hit deeper in my walls. They squeezed the welcomed invader and sent messages of pleasure throughout my body making my body buck wide.

As he pumped away, the hotness in between my legs grew exponentially. I couldn’t hold it in any longer. My legs began to quiver with anticipation and with his free hand, he gathered my juices and slowly thumbed my clit. I moaned once more a hot, flashing feeling engulfing me and pouring me over the edge. My vagina had a mind of its own and began to pulsate, wrapping its walls around his penis, pulling it in and in, never wanting to let go.

“Holy shit… Jade!” Caiden quickly left the warmth between my legs and climaxed himself, his hand once on my clit now around his penis. Semen flew out from his tip and the hot and sticky substance landed all over my breasts and abdomen. After he finished, Caiden flopped belly first next to me on the lounge chair. I took the hand I had in my mouth and swiped up a small sample of his cum to taste. Staring into his eyes, my tongue flicked out to taste the new substance. He shivered and bit his bottom lip, staring at the interaction. My tongue accepted the taste and I licked the rest off of his hand. I then used my own fingers to transport the rest of the cum from my body into my mouth.

“Fuck. Jade. Why didn’t we do this sooner?” Caiden whispered, grabbing a small lock of my hair and twisting it between his fingers. “That felt fucking amazing…”

“Yeah, well you tell me, Mr. Icy Eyes.” I reached over and brushed his soft, strawberry blonde hair out of his eyes.

Caiden chuckled and quickly sat up. He pulled me up with him and gently kissed me on the lips. “Well then, why don’t we head up to my room and make up for lost time.”

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Lucia couldn’t deny that her friends had warned her against renting an apartment in the bad part of the city. Convinced that they were being racist, and that the article she read about gentrification in the up and coming neighborhood meant she would have a sweet deal in a couple years, she did it anyway. They were right. It was a very bad neighborhood.

Lucia had hardly had much choice, even if she hadn’t been convinced things would be fine. Having lost her full time job as a waitress due to the pandemic, money was extremely tight. Given her lack of family or friends in the area, she options were pretty much limited to the bad neighbourhood, or signing up to be roommates with some creep who would constantly offer to lower her rent for “favours”. Not that she didn’t consider that option. She had, but couldn’t find an offer that didn’t make her skin crawl.

So instead, Lucia had moved into the neighborhood her friends had warned her about. None of them had helped her move in, and non had visited. She found paying even the modest rent a struggle, since few places were hiring, and was forced to work part time shifts at a local dive bar. To get even that job, she had been forced to accept the ogling and wandering hands of regular patrons and the bar owner – a big culture shock from her previous job at a swanky hotel restaurant. She could sense the day was coming that the owner would successfully corner her in the storeroom and dreaded he choice she would have to make.

Another culture shock that took some getting used to was the cat calling she now experienced on a daily basis. As a curvy girl with ample hips, ass, and tits that swayed and wiggled when she walked, Lucia had of course been on the receiving end of verbal encouragement and abuse since her teenage years. Now though, it was overt and omnipresent, and she was harassed by groups of mostly black men every single time she left her apartment. While good for her ego, she found it intimidating, especially after dark. However, she had learned from the comments that she was thick, had DSLs, and that she qualified as a PAWG – all of which were apparently very appealing to the local community.

One bright spot in her new life was her building’s superintendent, Richard. Not only had he helped her move in on her first day, but he had hooked up her appliances and set up her door with an extra deadbolt lock. Even more endearing, he had once chased off a small group of teens who had followed her home after a night shift, and seen her safely to her apartment. She felt safe in his presence, and he in turn seemed to genuinely enjoy her company as well. He always seemed to be out on the front steps having a smoke when she came back from her shifts, and the two had struck up a burgeoning friendship, routinely chatting for an hour in the cool night air before she went to bed.

One such night, Richard invited Lucia to join him in his apartment to smoke a joint, and feeling comfortable with him, and craving the chill of a buzz before she headed to bed, Lucia accepted. Ten minutes later, she was settling onto a comfortable couch beside Richard, alternating hits off an extremely large joint. It had been a couple years since Lucia last partook in the devil’s lettuce, and she found herself remembering the effect it had on her too late. Smoking pot made Lucia monstrously horny, and with no other outlet, she began to eyeball Richard with a new perspective.

Richard was in his mid-50s, tall, thin, and wiry with strong hands from years handyman work. His hair was graying at the fringes, and he wore the same mustache he probably grew in the 1980s. While not a conventionally good-looking man, Lucia had to admit that she found the combination of his age, looks, and laid back attitude attractive. Lucia nodded to herself. Given the chance, she decided, she would totally fuck Richard.

“God damn…” Richard muttered to himself. “This is some good weed.” He took a deep hit and held his breath while he passed the joint back to Lucia. While she took her turn, he exhaled slowly and croaked, “Gonna have to find me a chickenhead to take care of me before bed.”

Between the weed and his words, Lucia began to giggle uncontrollably. “Chickenhead?” she asked between chuckles. “What’s a chickenhead?”

Richard joined her laugh. “Oh shit.” he replied. “I don’t think I meant to say that shit out loud!”

Lucia laughed harder, but stuck to her guns. “What the hell is a chickenhead?” she asked.

Richard looked embarrassed, but finally shrugged and answered nonchalantly “A chickenhead is the kinda girl you get to come over and give you that good top when you high.”

It took Lucia a moment to compute his response. When she did, her eyes grew wide, and she blurted out “You mean like a blowjob?”

Richard laughed again and nodded sagely in response. “Damn right. Nothing better in this world than getting some good sloppy top while you smoking up.”

Lucia felt herself becoming soaking wet and suddenly pictured Richard naked on his cough watching afyon escort some woman on her knees between his legs working his cock. She squirmed in her seat slightly with impatient arousal. “Wouldn’t you rather fuck some nice pussy?” she asked pointedly.

Richard seemed to sober up slightly, and eyed her more closely, as if gauging her attractiveness for the first time. He smiled and shook his head slowly. “Not that I don’t love to fuck,” he replied, “but being this high, all I wanna do is lay back, vibe out, and get my big black dick sucked.” She slouched down in his seat as he said this, spreading his legs wider and gesturing at his crotch, where for the first time Lucia noticed a sizable bugle.

Lucia bit her lip. While she had always enjoyed blowing boyfriends in the past, she generally treated it as foreplay. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had sucked a guy off without being fucked in return. “You know girls that will just come over and suck you off? She asked, clearly curious. “What do they get out of it?”

Richard smiled. “Well lots of times I’ll smoke them up, and they enjoy vibing out and sucking dick as much as I enjoy getting it.” He went on, “And sometimes I toss ’em a few bucks for they trouble.”

Never in her life had Lucia considered sucking dick for money, but suddenly, hearing Richard say it so casually, she found the idea a massive turn on. She chewed on her bottom lip as she contemplated Richards words, and looked up to find him watching her closely.

“You tempted to try it out ain’t you?” Richard asked with a grin.

“I am.” Lucia answered honestly with a mischievous smile.

“Well I ain’t pushing you,” Richard answered, “but you sexy as fuck and I sure as hell wouldn’t say no neither.”

“Well…”Lucia pondered out loud, “you did just smoke me up for free.” She licked her lips. “I want to pay you back.”

“Shit girl.” he replied. “Then crawl yo ass over here and get to work!”

Hands shaking with nerves, Lucia did just that, lowering herself to the floor and crawling on all fours towards Richard. She was intensely turned on knowing he was leering at her, and enjoyed making him wait as she slowly approached, shaking her round ass from side to side.

“You do got that white girl booty tho.” Richard muttered as he watched her. She saw him rub the growing bulge in his sweatpants.

Inspired, Lucia spun around slowly, and twerked her ample ass at him for a moment, feeling its meat bounce inside her tight leggings. Past (white) boyfriends had made her feel self conscious about the size of her butt, and the width of her hips. She found it totally arousing knowing that Richard was loving the view. She glanced back over her shoulder and smiled as she saw Richard lift his ass from the couch and pull off his pants, revealing a pair of boxers through which he continued to massage his massive bulge.

Luica licked her lips as her gaze was drawn to Richard’s crotch. She had never been with a black man before, though obviously she had heard the rumours about their size. She could already tell, even through the fabric of his boxers, that Richard was bigger than any guy she had been with before. She reached a hand between her legs and moaned as she rubbed her clit through her pants, arching her back and tilting her pussy towards Richard so he could see her touch herself.

“Com’ere and suck this big black cock.” Richard ordered, a husky tone entering his voice as his arousal increased.

Unable to resist any longer, Lucia turned around and crawled over, taking her place between Richard’s knees. She ran her hands up his thighs with her fingernails, teasing him. Despite the pot she had smoked, she found her mouth watering at the thought of unleashing Richard’s cock. She licked her lips, making them shimmer in the low light of the apartment. Leaning in, she pressed her face, nose first, into the bulge in Richard’s shorts. She nuzzled her cheek against his hardening cock, smelling his musky, manly scent.

Richard groaned. “God damn girl you a tease.” he said.

Lucia grinned mischievously up at him, and began to kiss and suck his shaft through the fabric of his shorts. Richard simply closed his eyes and let out a long, low, moan. As Lucia kissed down his length, she was unable to discover his true size, as his cock dropped away over his balls inside his shorts. The fact that he was long enough for his cock head to disappear excited her immensely.

Impatient for the big reveal, Lucia kissed her way back up to Richard’s taught stomach, licking him playfully. She paused, looking up and making eye contact, while her fingertips hooked into the waist band of his shorts. Richard held her gaze and lifted his ass again, smirking as he watched her facial expression while she slowly side down his shorts. Her eyebrows raised as the waistband passed the base, and inch after inch of his shaft was revealed. She gasped aloud as she saw his balls flop out, and still had not uncovered his head. aydın escort With a final tug, she pulled his shorts past his knees, and marveled at the full extent of his revealed member.

“Holy shit.” Lucia whispered, staring at it. “Holy fucking shit.”

Richard laughed. “This can’t be yo first black dick is it baby?”

Lucia looked up and nodded before returning her gaze to his still semi-flaccid meat. “Its so… big.” she cooed.

“Shit girl, I ain’t even that big.” Richard replied. “I barely top eight inches. Some brothas walking around out there with ten inch coke cans in they pants.”

He must be exaggerating, Lucia thought, sizing up his cock. Though not yet fully hard, she got the sense that his dick matches his body type, long and thin in appearance, though she guessed he was as thick or thicker than any guy she had previously been with. Unable to wait any longer, Lucia leaned in an stuck out her tongue, already dripping with saliva. She licked from his tip to his base, all along the top side of his shaft so that it shone with moisture.

“Yeah girl.” Richard encouraged her. “Get that dick hard.”

Taking that as a challenge, Lucia hefted him by the base, lifting his head up towards her lips. Perhaps it was just due to leverage and his length, but Lucia marveled at the weight of him in her hand, feeling so much heavier and more substantial than past partners. She had never measured, but she assumed her previous cocks had been fairly average size, around six inches long and of varying girth. His balls too, looked bigger, dangling from his sack that had distended with age so that they rested on the couch cushion. Tilting her head like a curious dog, Lucia contemplated his balls for a moment before leaning in to tease them.

Resting his shaft across her forehead like a shelf, Lucia leaned in and scooped up his balls in her hand, forming a ring around his sack and pulling them towards her mouth. Opening wide, she began to slather them with her tongue, alternating licks, kisses, and gentle sucking.

“Mmmm. That feels great.” Richard encouraged as she worshiped his balls. “My usual chickenheads never play wit my balls.”

Lucia felt a surge of pride that she was already off to a good start. While it had never been her favourite sexual activity, Lucia had been told in the past that she gave good head, though she had never been certain guys weren’t lying. Richard’s words seemed to validate those previous compliments, and she continued her work on his balls with renewed enthusiasm. In response, she felt his cock begin to twitch and move against her face, as it stiffened and filled with blood.

Feeling his cock harden, Lucia decided it was time to investigate his full size, and get down to business. Reaching up, she took him by the base of the shaft again, and using his cock like a club, began to slap it against her face. *Twack thwack thwack* the sound of his cock on her face was audible, and she felt him stiffen further in her grip. Sitting up, she took a look at his now full sized erection, and smiled with awe.

As she suspected, Richard’s cock was not that much thicker than previous guys she had been with, though it was easily two inches longer. He was circumcised, with a head of similar girth to his shaft, which had a pronounced downwards curve. Lucia lifted it to her lips, and planted several small kisses on the tip. Richard watched her closely as she began to lick, kiss and make out with the head, even running her tongue all along the length of his underside. Working her way back to the head, she paused at made eye contact with a smile.

“Suck that dick, baby.” Richard ordered her at last. “Show me what dat mouth do.”

Feeling very buzzed and relaxed, Lucia grinned up at him and by way of reply merely opened her mouth and engulfed his cock. To her own surprise, and perhaps thanks to her ultra-relaxed state of mind, she sank him deep almost immediately, feeling his tip briefly enter her throat. She held him there, three quarters buried in her mouth, and worked her tongue over the underside of his shaft again, sweeping it side to side. Richard groaned and shifted in his seat, obviously enjoying the sensation.

Slowly, Lucia settled into the groove of sucking this new cock for the first time. Getting used to its length, she began to use her hands in time with her mouth, bobbing and stroking, gliding her hands up and down his length in time with her lips. Her mouth watered profusely, lubricating his entire shaft and even his balls as her spit ran freely. She teased his balls with a free hand while she worked his cock, moaning softly with her own arousal as she worshiped him.

Stoned and in the zone, Lucia found herself sucking Richard’s cock much more sloppily than she ever had before. She slurped audibly up and down his shaft, drooling to the point that her hand became soaked and little rivers of spit ran down her forearm. The cushion under Richard grew dark and wet, not that he seemed to mind. She looked ağrı escort up and made eye contact, reveling in the glazed look he returned, totally losing himself in the pleasure of her mouth.

After what seemed like an age, but was probably fifteen minutes, Lucia was shaken out of her reverie by the feeling of Richard’s hands on her face. As one hand tilted her chin upwards till she met his gaze, the other played with her hair. “Deeper.” Richard grunted softly. “Take it all girl.”

Lucia was not a complete stranger to deep throat, or so she thought. She had often taken partners to the hilt in the past. However, the length of Richard’s cock made her realize that true deep throat meant taking the cock into her throat itself, and not just engulfing its entirely in her large mouth. She stroked his length as she thought, gauging the possibility. She looked up at Richard. “I might need your help.” she said.

“I gotchu.” Richard replied. With both hands he briefly seized her hair in a strong grip before releasing and playing with it again. “You’ll get it down girl.”

Reassured and wanting to challenge herself to take a real large cock all the way to the root, Lucia returned to suck his cock, taking him all the way to the edge of her throat and bobbing her head on it. She gagged slightly as she got used to the pressure, but continued to push her limits. After a few minutes of testing, she determined that she wouldn’t be able to make the final plunge without help, and looked up to make eye contact with Richard, staying deep with his head poised at the entrance.

Taking her cue, Richard wrapped his fingers into her hair, and applied steady downwards pressure. Almost instantly, Lucia felt his cock pop into her throat. She gagged, but did not pull back, holding her depth and her eye contact with Richard. He moaned loudly, staring into her eyes as she held him deep, her lips inching forward to the base of his cock as he throat muscles contracted around his head with each soft gag. He released her hair, and Lucia remained with her cock buried in her throat, tears forming in her eyes as she stared up at him, bobbing her head slightly on his entire cock.

Finally, Lucia raised her head off his cock, gasping for air and leaving a slimy trail of saliva dangling from her lips. “That was amazing!” she panted with excitement. “I’ve never done that before.”

Richard could only groan in response as Lucia plunged back down, taking advantage of his curve to smoothly throat his cock to the root on her own. Lucia gagged audibly as she bounced her throat on him, reveling in the newfound sensation. With her senses dulled from the weed, she was able to easily ignore the discomfort in her throat, and devote herself entirely to his pleasure. With her newfound skill, she began to alternate deepthroating and stroking while she sucked his cock, sloppily making love to him with her mouth.

Between the buzz and her lust and the single-minded focus, Lucia soon lost track of time, and like a mindless automaton set a smooth rhythm to her sucking. Her eyes watered as she took him down her throat again and again, her gag reflex subsiding as her throat stretched out. It wasn’t until much later, nearly an hour after she planted her first kiss on his tip that she came to as she heard and felt Richard nearing his climax.

“Shit girl.” Richard said through clenched teeth, the first words he had spoken in a long while. “You gonna catch this nut.”

It suddenly dawned on Lucia that she hadn’t considered what to do at the end of the blowjob. She was so used to blowjobs as foreplay that ended in sex that it had been years since she had to consider whether to spit or swallow. She knew there was only one right answer after spending an hour worshiping Richard’s big cock. While she was never a big fan, she had swallowed cum once or twice before, and decided she could handle it again tonight.

As it turned out, while she considered her options, Richard had already made up his own mind. Just before he exploded, he reached out and once again took hold of Lucia’s hair. To her surprise, he pulled her down, burying himself in her throat and holding her face tightly to his crotch. She restrained her desire to push away, and then felt his cock expand in her throat. Four, five, six times she felt it throb inside her, emptying his load right past her tonsils and into her belly without the need to swallow. Finally, he let her head go and Lucia pulled back, feeling is softening cock snake from her throat like a recoiling animal.

Lucia coughed twice, feeling like a wad of cum was caught in her throat. She tasted some as she coughed it up, and found it much sweeter than she remembered, and not at all unpleasant. As she caught her breath, she looked up to see the ruined remains of Richard staring awestruck at her and shaking his head slowly. “God… damn girl!” he muttered.

“Am I a chickenhead now?” Lucia rasped with a grin.

“Fuck no!” Richard replied vehemently. “That ain’t no chickenhead dick sucking.”

Lucia felt momentarily disappointed in herself, wondering what she had done wrong. She blushed for having assumed she would achieve status by sucking Richards cock, and looked away at the floor in shame. Richard reached out and gently turned her face back to meet his gaze.

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When I entered this world my mom said, “The Mahabharata Hindu Epic toured the world, European Commission was born, an extra second was added to the calendar year.” I interpreted this to mean I oozed originality and specialness. Somehow, by creative imagination, the calendar year’s extra second transformed into two seconds and both lodged themselves within my flat tits when I turned eight.

When the Information Freeway (Internet Superhighway) was born the following year, a strange and wonderful awakening took hold. This self-awareness dislodged those two seconds, and like the Internet, started processing 45 million bits of binary digital energy a second. I knew. Oh boy did I know. Somehow and someway at least 45 millions pleasing tit nerve endings begged and barraged themselves to blast and flash energy all throughout my lean and fit body.

I stayed a good girl you should know. When I entered high school, I oozed my specialness all over those boys. I played volleyball. Even my beach volleyball size B tits looked huge and original to those boys. I wasn’t taller than the boys. No way, at five foot six inches, I was just right. My almost round conical boobies filled that space a boy must gaze in order not to stare like he’s some a desperate nerd. He can’t maintain eye contact 24/7 with me. And I made those boys, Sergey, Luca, Leonardo, feel like men, too. Either I successfully seduced them or they found my shoulder’s back straight posture an RSVP invitation to easy street. Let’s face it, you mauled my tits and I was your new girl. I’d do a guy’s homework, if he tweaked my constant swollen buds of joy. I unashamedly climaxed from nipple stimulation. And I heard only one of ten girls can tit orgasms!

In fact, I used more lube–on my tits than on any boy’s cock while in high school. My reputation–the future hottest tits on any college campus in 2002. Heck, I was hotter than showoff Irene Lovinna, who sucked her own tits.

Summer arrived. I took our college tour orientation. I love summer games. Beach volleyball being my favorite spectator sport. Beach volleyball brought me love–Brad Storm. How to explain it? College is a blur. I did graduate. I don’t know what happened the entire first year 2002 because before I knew it Bard Storm was my guy, my tits stood up, quivering, all natural fruit under my red cotton bra top. My clit crushed against my wet pussy lips in my cut off jean shorts. Brad knew how to set the ball for his partner. And we girls like team players. Brad chased volleyballs down across hot sand. Anyone capable of chasing one large babble, would certainly be more enthused chasing two chest-high baubles. Anyone capable of avoiding carrying the ball over the net obviously knew how to carry quivering titties to orgasms. I begin going to the volleyball intramural tournaments. Sometimes I dress like a slut, but it’s all good because the boys know I’m not one. I’m just a ordinary girl whose tits got as many nerve endings as her coochie down below her topping of triangle patch.

Brad found my tits the moment the volleyball ricocheted off his strong meaty hands and pounded my chest. I blushed. I came. My olive tan skin hid that fact. But Brad stared at my tiny jewelry door knockers pressing against the soft fabric, he wanted to open those doors. I bit my lower lip. I whiffed his wood scent. I coolly handed him back the volleyball, lower than I should, down near his crotch. Dark hair Brad Storm, his heavy eye brows knit together into a soft directional arrow. His dark blue eyes understood and asked me out right away.

High school was for tits as college was for cunnilingus, for us girls anyway. Blow jobs always topped the popularity list for boys. I love licking and sucking organic candy cane. And what hot girl wouldn’t want a stud licking up her cunny pie slit?

I know this sounds scandalous, but pardon me while I pull one hand down from tit and the other out from my sopping crotch. Whew! What an orgasm? Seems even when a man’s sensitive and supportive, possessing a summery personality, he can still lack awareness. Brad used to be a great tit man–nine years ago. All those fraternity pie eating contest corrupted him though. On instinct, Brad swept me off my feet, carry me to bed. His fierce heavy eyebrow stare creating puddles between my legs. He wanted me again–to eat my cunt. That stare always tightened my tits. That stare made my pussy grope for his eight-inch cock.

I got up to stretch, leaving the white rumpled sheet stained. The obvious wet spot seeping adana escort and spreading on his side of our double bed. I like the smell of his side. What can I say? I grabbed his white baseball cap and put it on. I wore white socks. I sauntered to our full length mirror. I know what you’re thinking! Is getting your taffy licked a bad thing? Like, double yes, when your overdrive knobs are neglected? That’s when! What girl wants her titties erogenous zones ignored? “Look at these twenty-six-year-barely-legal 34B tits, Brad. I’m here practicing nearly naked before our full length mirror, in our house. I’m wearing my messy sunshine ponytail you adore.” I cupped my bauble treasures.” Play with my high swinging love fruits this week or our relationship is over–finished!”

Noooo. I did not tell Brad yet. See he’s recovering. He’s realized he’s an alcoholic. I am here supporting him. Rian, the 35DD gorgeous redhead AA counselor said, “When one of you is sick the entire family is sick.” I laugh. When I told Mom this, she said, “That’s probably more truthful about sex.” I go out of politeness. It’s Saturday afternoon. The meeting room is clean, a white tile floor reflect as good as a mirror. Positive quote pictures in ritzy frames focus the AA members thoughts. Each person sitting in the circle stands up. They confess like my Beau Brad did, “My name is Brad Storm and I am an alcoholic.” Nice polite praise and acceptance followed. A verbal group hug. I gave Brad a love stare, before turning to my left, signaling for the next AA member to begin. Tonight, though, I sprang from my chair and confessed, “I’m Silky Montgomery, and I am a breast orgasms alcoholic!” Silence didn’t fill the room fast enough before more silence followed. Everyone stared. Everyone turned to someone else seeking the right response. Brad stared. Rian blinked, a first for her. Rian, the gorgeous redhead, who has heard everything twice. I stammered. I turned to Brad. “I–want my tits–mangled, pressed down and rubbed hard like in our college days or this love relationship is done.”

I didn’t wait for any comments. I reached down and grabbed Brad’s hand and led him from the AA meeting. We got into my car and drove home.

In our living room, Brad said, “Silky, what was that about?” Brad pulled off his green white stripe polo shirt. His charcoal pants showing the bulge in his pants as he stretched.

I lowered my black A line skirt, showing my tiny triangle of pussy patch over my clit. But Brad didn’t lower his eyes. He walked into the bedroom. I followed, unbuttoning my crisp white blouse. “Brad, I need you!” I cried.

He sat on the clean fixed bed removing his pants. I sat down beside him unbuttoning my blouse. “Look at my tits,” I said, slowly revealing my 34Bs in a white stretch bra. “My nipples are like pebbles.” My flat belly hardly moving, nervous with sexual anticipation. “You used to always love my breast what happened?”

His boyish face reappeared. I hadn’t seen that face in nine years, the playful Brad was back. He put his charcoal pants aside on top his green-striped polo shirt. “First, I became a darn good salesperson. I followed that by becoming an cunnilingus connoisseur for you. You said you always wanted that–“

“Brad–“

His Tanzanite blue eyes didn’t sparkle like normal when his boyish face appeared. “I then realized I was an alcoholic.”

I started to speak.

“Aught. Aught. Let me finish.” He picked up my hand and fondled my ring finger. “Next, I thought about marriage. But I needed to cure myself first.”

My neutral listening face turned to chagrin. Brad has no clue what the problem wa in our relationship. “Brad you’ll be pleased to know.” I placed my slender hand on top of his massive fingers. “Marriage is not the problem. We can do that any time. Your alcoholism isn’t the problem. You neglecting my horny sensitive tits–that’s our problem.”

I got up. I paced around in my white, practically transparent, stretch cotton bra. My breasts and nipples pointing pushing the soft fabric into a miniature cone bra from the 50s. “I went through a phase, in college, wanted a cunnilingus connoisseur. Every girl does, Brad. But I always wanted someone to hug, massage and suck on my tits. I want cuddle love, all girls like cuddle love Girls never forget cuddle love.”

“On last year’s Club Med vacation. You’re all hot over the masseuse, the hulking workout jerk.”

Silky said embarrassed. “Jabin gave me my first tit orgasms in eight years. ankara escort It was an accident!” I stopped. “Know how hard I struggled not to throw off that towel and let Jabin have my silky salty pussy?” Silky tossed her blonde hair out of her eyes. “I struggled. I’m a heroine, Brad! That’s how hard I struggled.”

“Silky, I noticed you pulling away from me.” Brad came to me gently. His dark eyebrows smoldering with lust. “I thought you didn’t like me drinking too much. So I joined AA.”

I hugged Brad tight. I slowly rubbed my tits against his chest hair. He smelled good in his wood scented fragrance. I wanted to take his mouth right there and then into mine and forget everything. After all he’s a guy. He can’t help his heart was locked behind his rib cage. His head his only way to reach out and communicate. “Brad, I want you to make love to my tits, drunk or not.”

Brad pulled away. “I can’t–I can’t make this the summer of love again–not while I’m a drunk.”

“My plastic politically correct smile came out flat.

My erotic feelings rolled in like waves, stronger and stronger. I was not without resources though. I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. I lowered it seductively on both arms, like the fashion models at work, and let it slide to my fingertips. I held my bra out with one hand. I dropped the bra on the blue plush bedroom carpet. “Tit orgasms now! Or forever hold your peace, Brad.” I narrowed my eye lids, used my corporate management stare; so effective on my bosses on the business side of Dunley and Patterson Fashion House.

Brad stood clueless or hopelessly fixated on solving his problem–That wasn’t a problem. Brad didn’t yell when he got drunk. He didn’t hit me. He just didn’t feel like sucking my tits. He wanted to roll my longer inner labias between his soft strong lip flesh. He didn’t desire the underside of my nipples. The side that sends those 45 billion bits of nerve endings all over my body and directly into my steaming slot. Talk about skewed priorities! The shock made me sit down on the bed again.

Brad came close. He kneeled between my slight parted legs. I’m attracted to strong arms. His strong arms always made my knees spread. I knew he could smell my heated sex. I looked like a wet rose down below. He moved ever so slightly instinctively to put his mouth on my sex. His eyebrows aiming closer, closer.

Quickly, I placed my hand between his mouth and my lower mouth. My sexual juices coated my hand. Yesterday, I might have given in, started folding my folds like bakery dough as Brad licked up my excess of liquid oils. Not Today. No!”

The world’s not turning backwards. Time doesn’t wait, even for a handsome hunk like me, Silky.” Brad paused. “Let’s get married?”

I got angry. “I am holding back no longer, Playboy Brad!”

“Playboy!” he defended. “I’ve–one-hundred percent faithful to you?”

I shot up, went to our closet and reached into his old college book bag tucked in the back, in the dark. And I came out and poured out over thirty new big breasts magazines, Juggs, Heavy Top, Boom Booms, Tit Heaven, Milky Mamas. “That’s why you don’t play with my tits. They’re too small for you!” I shouted. “I’m not good enough for the old fraternity Brad Storm.”

“Silky, I bought those magazines for you–I mean not for you but to love you–better!”

He hurriedly picked up all the massive mama tits magazines. He threw them into the trash. “See!” Brad pointed. “All gone!” He almost smiled. “I’m sorry, Silky, you found those. I did notice you had a special glow at Club Med last year. I thought after a while, I’d better get back to loving your cute little breasts.”

Brad tried to approach me. I hesitated. I wanted him so bad. I was special. I was so original Brad wanted the white picket fence and two point five children. My mom was right. A bit of the Mahabharata is in me. I’m always struggling to do dharma, “that which is right.” Clearly this ethical crises, Boy wants Girl Forever, Girl wants Boy to Suck Her Tits, must be solved. Brad looked lost and boyish and those dark heavy lusty eyebrows called my tit and cunt memories into high focus. I wasn’t ready for marriage yet. I know you’re thinking, what is Silky doing? My biological clocks resided in my tits, not my womb. Do porn actresses have these troubles?

After thinking a few minutes I said, “I’ve talked this over my friends,” I cupped my beach volleyball girl tits. “If you can please them, then you’ll please me. And adıyaman escort the foursome of us will get married.

Brad said, “I know how to smooth this over.”

“How?”

“Let’s play Club Med.” He went inside the bathroom and got two white towels and some suntan oil. “The weather’s fine. The Saturday sun is still out warming the pool deck.”

“What about the neighbors?”

“Damn the neighbors. You’re going to be my wife. I can do sweet naughty pleasures to you how and when I want.”

“What if they see–I mean–hear?”

“Animals moan and whimper happen all the time around the city. Whose to say what’s going on behind high fences and thick tree foliage in the hot summer?

And Brad and I went out back into our pool deck. I lay down on the towel and he begin to smooth oil all over my tummy, slowly moving his hand up higher and higher in a wider and wider circles. His meaty palms felt perfect. No callous. Manicured nails. He didn’t have a tan. He kissed every part of my body before spreading the oil on. When he reached my breasts, my nipples ached something awful, but pleasingly tingles mingled in between. I opened one eye.

“Aught. Aught!” Brad cautioned. “None of that, I’ll talk to you occasionally so you’ll know it’s your future husband mauling your lovely puppies.

I flexed my abs and rose up off the towel. I grabbed Brad. I planted a sweating wet kiss on his mouth. He returned the kiss with a vigor known only in my memory banks. He slowly placed his hands on my shoulders pushing me back down.

“Whoa girl. We are just getting started!”

His hands surprised me by attacking my breasts from the top slope. His hot palms slid down and palmed both breasts and held them for good minute. “I bet that Club Med masseuse didn’t do this?”

“Forget about that Jabin, Brad. You’ve nothing to worry about. I’ll always be your volleyball tit girl.”

Brad leaned in and kissed me. I kept my eyes closed to soak up his feelings. His cock stiff nudged on my thighs. My pussy groping began in earnest wanting his eight-inches to swallow whole–to reach the bottom of my now sloppy cunt. Brad ran his fingers slowly closer and closer, closing his fingertips in a tighter circle grip. Until at last all his massive strong fingers squeezed my eraser points. I felt my nipples stretch an extra fraction of an inch taller. Those 45 billions bits of energy shout out like the universe creating itself all over again. And I Silky Montgomery at the center of that outward energy.

I remembered when Brad first fucked me behind the volleyball bleachers. I was a virgin. But my tits were seasoned whores. Whores Brad liked because my tits knew what they wanted. Each time the crowd yelled. Brad slammed into my sex. I kept pace by letting go, going limp so my weight forced my cunt to max out on Brad’s cock. Brad then had to pull out a bit as I stood there my legs spread a good nine inches waiting for the next crowd eruption. I forgot how many times I came. The risk factor kept him hard. My multi-orgasmic tits kept motivating me, when my pussy went slack.

Presently, Brad lowered his face to my right breasts and nearly sucked up the entire flesh. He rubbed his tongue all over my captured nipple. My suffering nipples could not escape the wetness, heat, pressure of his jaws and his lightening fast tongue flicks. I came again and again.

Now Brad was lowering his mouth to my neglected tit. I don’t know how much I can stand. I’m not warmed up from practicing. I’ll send my sexual energy ricocheting all over our bodies soon. I like how he’s fair about it. “If you give my right breasts, three titgasms. You have to give my left breasts the same, I moaned a little louder and with more pauses than I expected. When Brad knows my tits can’t stand any more orgasms, he will cruelly bit the tips, until I scream for him to stop.

I’m almost there. Brad fingers rubbing the underside of my button flesh. I cannot control my passion. Stifling the sexual passion is impossible now. “Brad. I’m going to cum!” He bit down.

I stretched out long and tight. But Brad knew I was a liar. If I said I’m going to cum it meant I have cum several times already. He pulled his mouth off my left breast. Slowly his wicked hard wet tongue stopped stroking the underside of my nipples.

“Brad you’ve improved!”

“I know. All those massive tit magazine gave me pointers. I wasn’t sure they’d work on smaller tits.”

“I laughed. Tits are tits, Brads. And they say smaller tits have more nerve endings than larger tits.”

“You are one special original girl, Silky.”

“I’m a breast erotic whore. That’s what I am, Brad and don’t you forget it.” I drew my legs up to my swollen sore breasts flesh. “Plug me to the hilt, Bad Brad.”

“My pleasure, Silky.”

–THE END–

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She woke up before her alarm went off. Her first thought was of him and what happened yesterday. She was very wet, so she had to have been dreaming about him. She laid there thinking of him as her alarm went off and brought her back to reality. She turned it off and laid there a few more minutes. She knew he would be there about 7am. She jumped up and got in the shower real quick. As she was drying off, his message came thru saying he would be there soon. She decided she would greet him naked as he came through the door. She had given him a key to her room.

She heard the key in the door and got all excited and nervous for some reason. His eyes lit up as he saw her standing there naked. He hugged and kissed her and immediately started getting undressed. He has a gorgeous body. She loves touching and kissing it.

They laid on the bed cuddling and talking. His hands started to find their way down her body. She kissed him as he was roaming her body. He then started kissing down her neck and continued down to her boobs. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples, tugging gently on her nipple rings. She placed her hands on his head as she moaned. She could feel his cock getting harder against her leg. He moved down to her stomach and licked and kissed it. He kissed down one thigh and up the other one. He kissed her moistened pussy lips and then she felt his tongue tasting her wetness from her pussy lips. She breathed heavy and he slipped his tongue between her pussy lips and licked from the top to the bottom and back up. He was sucking and licking her clit and it wasn’t long until she was cumming. He stuck his tongue inside her so etiler eskort he could taste her. He moved back up to her clit just as she was coming down from her first orgasm and in a short time made her have another and another. Her body was having explosion after explosion and she couldn’t catch her breath. She had to beg him to stop. He looked up from between her legs and just smiled.

He moved up beside her and leaned in and kissed her. She loved tasting herself on his lips. Her hand moved immediately down to stroke his very hard cock. She gave him a devilish grin and moved so she could take his cock into her mouth. She licked the pre cum off the tip and then slowly took the tip into her mouth. She stroked him as she sucked on the tip. He moaned and she smiled with his cock still in her mouth. He told her that she is wonderful at sucking him. She began licking him from tip to balls. She licked and sucked his balls some before moving back up. She licked that vein on the underside of his cock that she loves so much. His cock is rock hard now and she wants to ride him.

She hands him a condom and smiles as she tells him that she wants to ride him. He smiles as he puts the condom on. She straddles him and slowly moves down onto him taking him all the way in. He loves seeing the look on her face as he first enters her. She moves up and down slowly taking him all the way in each time. She leans forward and moves up and down slowly as they kiss and he sucks on her nipples. She sits up and he tells her to fuck him until she cums. He wants to feel her pussy squeezing his cock as she cums all over him. cihangir eskort She started grinding on him and came quickly. She leaned forward while still cumming and he began to move in and out of her and she came again. She sat back up and began grinding on him again and before long she was cumming again and then she felt him pulse inside her as he came. She laid down beside him and they cuddled and kissed. He had to get cleaned up and get to work.

He came back later that day. She immediately got to work making him hard and getting him off. He showered and headed home.

She received his message that he was on his way. She waited anxiously for him. He let himself in and immediately started stripping. He went straight between her legs and started eating her to multiple orgasms. His tongue was pure magic. He definitely knows how to eat a pussy. He told her that he could spend all day eating her. She told him to crawl onto the bed and lay so she can suck on him as he licks her. They got each other off and then laid next to each other and kissed some. They had a nice conversation, before he had to get to work.

When he came back that afternoon he showered quickly. She was waiting on the bed for him. He climbed onto the bed and they started kissing. She pushed him back onto the bed and immediately took his cock into her mouth. She had her own idea how she wanted things to go this time. She sucked on him feeling him get harder and harder in her mouth. He was moaning as she teased his cock with her mouth. She had him put a condom on and she climbed on top of him again. She loved how he filled avrupa yakası eskort her tight pussy. She rode him to two orgasms. Then as he flipped me over, he said now that you have gotten yours he was going to fuck her good. He thrust back into her and fucked her hard and deep. As he was pounding away from behind she came several times. Just as she was cumming again, he pushed all the way into her and came hard. She loved feeling his cock pulse inside her as he came. They both laid on the bed totally spent. After a little bit of time, he had to shower and get home.

They both knew this would be their last day together. He climbed onto the bed and they laid their talking and laughing. Enjoying each others company. They looked at each other and both got up and got undressed. He hugged and kissed her, pressing their naked bodies together. It was a wonderful feeling. She laid on the bed on her stomach. He began kissing and licking up and down her spine. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. She also felt his cock gently brushing her leg and getting harder and harder. She raised her ass into the air and exposing her very wet pussy to him. He ran his fingers over her lips and clit making a comment about how nice wet and ready her pussy was.

She heard him opening the condom wrapper and then felt him run his cock up and down her wet pussy. Then the feeling of his cock pushing into her. He was so hard. He grabbed her hips and began fucking her hard and deep to several orgasms. Her whole body was shaking. He laid down on the bed and she climbed on top of him. She rode him to several more orgasms before collapsing on top of him. Her body was shaking uncontrollably. She rolled off of him and laid next to him with her head on his chest just listening to his heart beat. They just laid there kissing, cuddling and talking with each other.

She was going to never forget her time with him as long as she lived.

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