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Eyes half-closed, she leaned back in the chair, the constant buzz of her client’s conversation little more than background noise for her imaginings. She really ought to have paid attention to what she was being told; honestly, wasn’t that what she was getting paid for? Still, something stuck in her mind like a thorn, irritating her, driving her mad, rendering her completely unable to focus on the matters at hand. She jotted a note and nodded, feigning interest, and the client went on.

How long HAD it been, she wondered, silently tallying the months. Three years. Three years since her husband had died after a long illness. And really, it was far longer than that. He was in no shape for such activities long before his death. And since he died, she threw herself into her practice, seeing as many clients as she possibly could so she wouldn’t have to be home alone. Sex, dating… all of the trappings of romance were out of the question because she was a young widow.

There seemed to be something foreboding about a woman widowed at a young age. She was 23 years old when the casket was slammed shut and her all too brief marriage was over. Most of her friends hadn’t married yet, let alone been widowed. Most people offered her their condolences, but really no one understood. Men that she met who might have been previously interested suddenly shied away, spooked, as if she was somehow responsible for her husband’s death. Her parents kept encouraging her to go out, to meet someone new, to be active, but for a long time she didn’t have any interest in anything, not even a one night stand.

Until today.

When she woke up that morning, something inside her was different. Her pussy throbbed, and crankily demanded some attention. She was a little bit bewildered at the way her body mutinied against her, and she hurriedly got up and began to prepare for her day. When she picked up the suit she’d chosen for work, she suddenly came to a halt.

I don’t want to wear this prudish thing, she thought. I want to feel sexy today. I want to feel like all of me still works. She rooted around in her closet, and dug out a knee length black skirt that she hadn’t worn in years. Then she chose a white oxford shirt, a short jacket, and some strappy black heels. Hunting around in the back of her underwear drawer she grinned as she felt just what she was looking for. A garter belt and lace-topped thigh high black stockings. Perfect. Slipping on a low-cut lacy bra and the garter, she skipped panties and finished dressing. Perching her small glasses on the bridge of her nose, she appraised herself in the mirror. In truth, she didn’t look overtly sexy, but she felt incredibly naughty, and it didn’t matter to her if anyone else knew.

She shifted in her chair, coming back to the present, but remembering how she dressed caused a sudden rush of wetness, heralding her need. She cleared her throat and turned her attention to her client, who was making his final comments. She leaned to one side, nodding, then bayburt escort rose, shook his hand, and watched him go down the hall to the exit. Once he was out of sight, she leaned against the wall and let out a tremendous sigh. I’m the only one in the office now, and I don’t have anyone else to see today… I could just forego the paperwork and satisfy this craving I’m having, she thought, and then nodded to herself. Retreating back into her office, she shut the door behind her. The office was fairly spacious, with a comfortable leather couch on one end, a long wide light oak desk on the other with a stuffed oak chair, and a few extra armchairs against the wall. She sat on the edge of her desk, aware of the sudden wetness between her legs.

Why am I so turned on? she wondered even as her hand sought out the slickness between her folds. Skillfully, she teased her clit, eliciting a moan of pleasure. She reached behind her and slid the files on her desk to the far end, and leaned back on her elbow, spreading her knees wide. She lifted one leg and hooked the heel of her right shoe on the wooden armrest of her chair. She took a moment to appreciate the silken smoothness of her pussy before she plunged her fingers back between the folds and began to work in earnest. The pressure was quickly building in her abdomen, and she knew she could climax quickly, but she took her time, slowly, steadily, and rather roughly stimulating herself. The great oak desk creaked and banged against the wall, further exciting her. Reaching for the buttons of her shirt, she undid the first few, sneaking her hand inside her bra, and she roughly tweaked her nipples.

She looked up on the wall, her eyes coming to rest on the camera there. She’d had surveillance cameras installed in every room to lower her insurance costs and further reassure the clients. She smiled at it, a naughty, wicked smile, and swiveled her hips to expose herself to the camera. She pretended she was a porn actress, masturbating for the camera, and she made a good show of it. It amused her to no end as she fucked her pussy with two of her fingers, thinking of the titles for the movie. Therapists Gone Wild. Sex Therapy. She laughed and moaned at the same time, and decided she was about done, moving her fingers back up to her clit and working again, low moans echoing in the room. With a final toss of her head, she felt the walls of her cunt contract, and orgasm washed through her. When the last of the shuddering was through, she looked up at the camera, and licked off her sopping wet fingers, and then sat up.

She panted for a moment, eyes resting closed, and she brought her feet to the floor as she sat on her desk. She was smiling, relishing the naughtiness of what she’d done.

Click.

The door opened a crack, and her heart was hammering in her chest. She looked at the door as it slowly opened, a client standing there. He didn’t say a word, but his cock let her know exactly what he had on his mind.

“I was bilecik escort in the area and I stopped in to set some appointments. Uh…”

Her mouth went dry as she saw him looking up her skirt, no doubt easily seeing her naked snatch. She stood up and he crossed room, an unsure look on his face, but his dick rigidly attentive.

“And what brought this about?” she asked.

“Well, I …” he trailed off a moment, visibly shuddering. “I didn’t see the receptionist, and I was going to just leave, but I heard noises. So I went down the hall, and I saw the door to the camera room was open. I went in and I…”

She paled. He’d seen her performance when she was completely sure she was alone. She didn’t know what to do, and simply gaped at him. But her horror soon made way for desire. She wanted him to fuck her, as unethical as it was, and as much as she shouldn’t do it, she wanted him.

She’d been seeing him for minor depression. He had had a rough childhood and now, in his early 30’s, was coming to terms with it. She’d always thought he was personable, more stable than he thought, and it baffled her that he wasn’t married yet. He was a normal guy, with the beginnings of male pattern baldness and a tiny bit of a paunch. She liked that about him, his reserved ways, and how utterly average he was. He had small glasses a lot like hers, and tended to dress well and conservatively. She was puzzled that he’d even come into the room, as uncomfortable as he seemed. She looked up at him and met his eyes. As tremulous as his voice sounded, his eyes hungrily devoured her. Her decision was made.

Her hands sought out the fastening on his khaki dockers and she tore them open, exposing his cock. She let the pants and boxer shorts fall to his ankles, and she took in the look and smell of his cock. He was, again, normal, with an average sized prick, and large, smooth balls. Her eyes met his, asking permission, and he leaned down and kissed her, offering his silent assent.

It was so strange to feel another person’s lips against hers. It had been so long, and her pussy leaked juice onto the desk. His hands rest on her knees and gently edged them apart. He stepped between them, his glans gently probing her wetness. He slowly, slowly worked open the buttons of her shirt, sliding it and her jacket down her arms and onto the desk. Reaching around behind her, he unfastened her bra, and freed her breasts. She leaned back and gave him a good look. He was rubbing his cock on the outside of her, teasing her still-sensitive clit, soaking himself in her fluid. She couldn’t help the way her hips moved on the desk as his hands roamed her, his thumbs gently brushing her nipples, his mouth on hers. Pulling her close, he eased himself inside of her; everything he did was so gentle. Hands on her ankles, he wrapped her legs around his waist, and he picked her up, still balls-deep in her pussy, and walked with her to the couch. He laid her down gently, eyes on hers, and with one foot on the floor, bingöl escort began to slowly fuck his therapist.

She moaned like a whore, her cunt still quivering from her orgasm, and she writhed beneath him, which drove him nuts. He fucked her at varying paces for a while, then withdrew from her, spilling some of her juices onto the couch.

“Do you like it very hard?” he asked softly, startling her with his consideration. She blushed suddenly, as if his speaking broke the spell, and she nodded. His hands guided her to a kneeling position on the floor, leaning against the couch, and she felt him lift up her skirt and press into her again. His hands firmly grasped her hips, and slowly, deliberately, he thrust in and out of her.

“Harder!” she hissed. He went slower, his motions even more gentle.

“Don’t tell me how to fuck. You’ll get it exactly as I choose to give it to you. No faster, no slower. Be quiet,” he said, deliberately, gently, but firmly. Her pussy throbbed in response. She’d never been told to be quiet. She liked that he knew how he was going to fuck her, and he didn’t let her take over. Just as she acclimated to his gentleness, she felt him slam into her, the sound of his impact sharply echoing off the office walls. Suddenly he was pounding into her, penetrating her so deeply she screamed and bit the couch.

“Mmm… that was what you were looking for, wasn’t it?” he asked, just as softly as before. She moaned loudly in response. He continued to roughly fuck her pussy, her thighs banging against the couch so hard she was sure she’d bruise. But again, just as suddenly as he started, he stopped, and withdrew.

“Lie down on the floor,” he urged, helping her down. In a heartbeat she found herself lying on her back, her ankles in his hands. “I want you to hold onto your ankles. Don’t let go.” She nodded, and reached up, grasping her ankles. He smiled, and nodded, adjusting his glasses. “Pull them back a little,” he said, pushing her feet back. This is a weird position, she thought. I wonder why he wants me to…

Her question was immediately answered when he plunged back into her, more deeply than she had ever been penetrated. She yowled and bucked as he wildly fucked her, his cock slamming into her mercilessly. This is how whores fuck. I have NEVER fucked like this, she thought. His face tightened up, and she knew he was about to come. She felt his violent spasms inside her, his eyes tightly shut. Finally his muscles relaxed, and he eased back onto his knees, smiling at her.

They sat in awkward silence, and finally he said, “I should probably get home and leave you to finish your work, huh?” She nodded in response, and watched as he quickly dressed. Sitting in her chair, she smiled over her shoulder as he quietly slipped from her office to let himself out. She sat there alone for a good long while, smugly satisfied at the good lay she’d gotten. She was touched at how kind he was, yet selfish enough to take things as he wanted them. He definitely turned her on.

And for his part, he whistled a cheery tune as he walked to his car, flipping a black rectangle in his hands. He never thought he’d live out his greatest fantasy, much less have gotten it all caught on tape for him to enjoy whenever he pleased…

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(Usual Disclaimer Time: Even though this story almost entirely takes place in a high school setting, all the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we’re living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it’s all in good fun, I swear.)

(Author’s Note: After considering the reviews of the previous chapter, I was offered some solid criticisms about the pacing and characterization of the last few chapters, and while I may not agree with every detail of every criticism, they made good points on topics I was already becoming aware of. In an effort to address them, I am speeding up a couple storylines and putting three chapters of intended story material into these next two chapters. I want to thank everyone for this feedback, as it keeps me honest as an author and helps me address potential problems that I’ve been vaguely aware of without addressing. Because of these changes, I will apologize in advance for the slower start to this chapter, but as ever, I will try to end with a bang. As well, I would like to again thank MisterWildCard for acting as a second set of eyes on this chapter and for his honest editing and fantastic suggestions. As always, if you’re enjoying this, please, please, please drop some stars, reviews or shoot me some feedback. Though I may not always respond, I do love hearing from all of you and seeing that you’re enjoying the series. It keeps me going and motivates me to continue writing more. You’ve all been wonderful and I can’t thank you enough for all of your kind words and encouragement and yes, even the criticisms!)

Previously, on Senior Year Memories: While researching the identity of the mystery girl he had sex with on Halloween, Sam, with the help of his best friend Tori’s older sister, Rachel McNeil, 18-year-old nerd Ryan Collins was given a tip that Sam might be in some way related to the school’s marching band. Following this lead, he went to the band geek friend of his goth lover Josie Wong, Hope Harris, for answers. Hope revealed that she was interested in a more intimate (and kinky) encounter with Ryan before she’d give up an answer, and while intrigued, Ryan was unable to follow through on this after being intercepted by library aide Marie Halpern. Taken to the library to meet with the librarian, Mrs. Claire Sullivan, Ryan was first worried that he was in trouble for having sex with Josie in the library earlier in the week. Instead of being in trouble, Mrs. Sullivan engaged Ryan’s aid in helping Marie embrace her inner slut, engaging in a rather informative and intense threesome. Though a temporary delay, Ryan still remains devoted to finding out Sam’s identity, even if a vague text from Kaitlyn threatens further delays…

***

Someone once told me that the more things change, the more they stay the same. While my studies of history have taught me there’s a certain truth to that on a long enough timeline, in the small scale I’ve found that the more things change, the more they tend to keep changing. This year had been nothing but change for me, and it wasn’t showing any sign of letting up. For all the change that was good, I was grateful. I could’ve done without the bad changes, but aside from the ones that were my own damn fault, the bad came with the territory.

And then there were the changes that were neither bad nor good, but were changes I had to account for anyway, like the moving trucks next door when I got home.

It’d been another long day at school made longer by spending an hour at the Puma Press offices after class so I could get some serious work in on an article. Neither of the two people I wanted to talk to, Tori McNeil or Hope Harris, were in the office like I’d hoped, and though that was frustrating, I was weirdly grateful for it in its own way too. While I wanted to talk to Tori to see if she was ready to talk about the new girl she’d been secretly-but-not-exactly-secretly dating and Hope to make good on her promise of kinky sex and the possibility that she might have information on the identity of my Halloween mystery girl, Sam, having a day where I could just focus on my schoolwork and get ahead in areas that I’d been neglecting lately was welcome.

I even thought this might happen without a hitch when my phone vibrated.

Hope: You never got around to asking your question.

Focusing on my article, I pinched the bridge of my nose, uncertain that this was something I wanted to engage in now. Hope was flirty and loved to talk dirty, and if this kept going it could probably lead to some crazy places. While I would’ve loved to explore some crazy places with Hope, today was not that day.

Me: Sorry. Something came up at the library.

Hope: Don’t worry about it; band practice has been riding my ass lately.

Hope: Rather have something else riding my ass if you catch my drift, but I can’t help that I’m music’s bitch sometimes.

Hope: Anyway, while I’d love to have balıkesir escort you tie me down and have you pleasurably torture the answers you need out of me, I don’t know what my schedule’s gonna be like for a while, so if you got something to ask, ask it.

Me: Thanks.

Me: Met a girl on Halloween, didn’t get a name or face since she was in costume, pretty sure she was in marching band, wonder if you could help me out.

Hope: And by “met” you mean “fucked her silly,” right?

Me:…

Me: Yes.

Hope: Got a picture of her?

I looked for one of the more dressed pictures of Sam and forwarded it to Hope. It was a long time before she responded, and when she did, the answer was short.

Hope: I’ll get back to you.

I could’ve pressed her, maybe even should’ve, but a moment of peace to finish my article was too tempting, so I jumped on it. I got my article in, a damn fine one at that if I’m going to boast, but when I was done I was ready to be done for the day. I was good to get in pajamas, lock myself in and play some games, maybe even watch a movie, or even spend some time with Dad if he was actually in.

Having to emotionally process the moving trucks in the Martinez’s driveway wasn’t exactly something I’d anticipated.

Though I considered just riding up to my house, I took a detour down their driveway. I saw the 60-something Daniel Martinez guiding some of his older, twenty-something sons and a few moving men they’d hired on what furniture went where in one of their trucks. A fat, jovial man with a white beard that would’ve rivaled Santa Claus, Mr. Martinez didn’t do much work himself (likely blaming it on his diabetes, or bad knees, or bad back, or one of the many ailments he’d blame for such things that weren’t nearly that bad), instead balancing on his cane and acting like a very cheery general.

“Hey, Mr. Martinez,” I said.

“Hey, Ryan! Cómo estás?” he asked. Back when I was little and Mr. and Mrs. Martinez used to babysit me all the time, they and some of their younger kids tried teaching me Spanish. It didn’t really take then, though I’d been making up for it since in high school. I wasn’t one of Sra. Lopez’s best students by a long shot (though with the view down her shirt she sometimes gave, I was fond of trying to impress her sometimes), but I did okay. Whenever he saw me, Mr. Martinez liked to throw softball Spanish my way teasingly.

“I’m fine, but… how are you guys?” I said, looking at the moving.

“Getting old’s the short answer,” Mr. Martinez admitted. “Judy needs a new hip and I need to realize I ain’t young like I used to be. So, Judy and me are selling the old place and moving in with my son Diego down in Santa Barbara. Nice weather, and I get to be close to most of my grandkids.”

“Wow,” I said, the thought of the Martinezes moving bittersweet. We were never really close, but they were family in a weird way. More than that, they were one of the few constants I’d had in Regan Hills for the better portion of my life since Mom died.

“What, I thought you’d have been glad to be rid of a bunch of old farts,” Mr. Martinez said, then waving with his cane and barking, “I told you, Juan, those boxes go in the other truck with the rest of the shit! This truck’s for the nice stuff!”

“What nice stuff?” Juan shot back.

Mr. Martinez laughed. “Smartass kids. Gotta love ’em.”

“I’m happy if you guys are gonna be closer to family, it’s just…” I trailed off.

Mr. Martinez put one of his strong, callused hands on my shoulder and squeezed. “I know what it’s just, kiddo. Gonna miss this town too. Especially you and your old man. He even around these days? It’s almost like he don’t exist.”

“He exists, he just has a way of avoiding the plot,” I explained.

Mr. Martinez nodded, knowingly. “Well, if he finds a way of popping in and staying in, we’re not moved out fully yet. Gonna have a barbeque first week of December to kick off the move south, and you guys got an invite. For all the noise we’re gonna make, there’s no way we’re not inviting you.”

He made a fair point. He was also a damn good cook. “I’ll tell Dad, but if he can’t make it, I definitely am.”

Mr. Martinez laughed and clapped me on the back. “That’s what I like to hear!”

Curious, I asked, “You guys sell the place yet?”

“Yeah. Escrow people are still workin’ out all the paperwork and inspections and the like, but it’s basically a done deal. Got a great offer from a single mom with a teen daughter, maybe something for both you and your old man to keep an eye out for, right? Finally get you to bust that cherry of yours?” Mr. Martinez teased.

My love life, or lack thereof until recently, had always been one of Mr. Martinez’s favorite ways of ribbing me. No doubt he’d try to set me up with one of his granddaughters or grandnieces at the barbeque as a way of messing with me. He’d done it before, and I usually stuttered and stumbled and didn’t do shit about it, but I was in a better place bartın escort these days, so who knew?

“I’ll get right on that,” I said, looking at the furniture being moved. “You need any help?”

I was tired enough that I honestly hoped he would say no, and thank god he was something of a mind reader. “Naw, me and my boys and the boys from the Home Depot got it, just so long as- FOR FUCK’S SAKE, JUAN, I WROTE SHIT ON THE BOXES THAT’RE SHIT, IT’S NOT THAT HARD!”

Slowly, I wheeled my bike away. “I’ll go get to my homework then.”

“Do that, kiddo. And don’t forget the barbeque!” he called out.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” I replied, walking back home.

The Martinezes were leaving. The Martinezes were leaving, Kyle Bowman was banished, and I suddenly had a lot of friends and all the sex I could’ve dreamed of and then some.

I wondered what else the year had in store.

***

When I was wondering what else the year had in store, finding Kaitlyn Pruitt lying down on my bed and reading my battered copy of Watchmen wasn’t exactly what I had in mind. On her stomach and facing away from me, I was given a perfect view of her luscious body, her beautiful round ass, her long, lithe legs, even the slightest swell of her DD-cup tits pillowing out underneath her. She was dressed in her Regan Hills High Pumas cheerleading outfit, a tight, white, long-sleeved top, a short, blue skirt, and knee-high white socks, her long, silky black hair tied back in a ponytail. From the angle I approached, her skirt was hiked high enough that I could see her matching blue panties. She must have come here directly after practice, but you couldn’t tell that for how pristine she looked.

Tired as I was, it was a look that inspired activity in my pants.

“Lotta blue dick in this book,” she said.

“That’s not exactly the point,” I said, dropping my backpack by the doorway and walking slowly to the bed. “Also, how the hell did you get in here?”

“Your hide-a-key isn’t as well hidden as you think,” she said. Kaitlyn closed Watchmen and put it on the shelf above my bed, sitting up and facing me. Her resting bitch face and sneer had softened considerably since we’d started having sex, though there were still traces on her beautiful, slightly tanned face. Rather than the turnoff they might’ve once been, now I thought they made her even hotter.

“I should really fix that,” I said.

“Why? You don’t like surprises?” Kaitlyn asked.

Thinking of the surprises that had held the better portion of November so far, I said, “Some of them. Not that this is really a surprise, is it?”

“No,” Kaitlyn said.

I’d received a message from Kaitlyn the day before saying she wanted to talk. At the time I took that as her wanting sex, which after my afternoon in the library fucking the librarian, Mrs. Sullivan, and her aide Marie into oblivion just sounded exhausting. I’d texted her back saying we could talk today, and in my infinite wisdom I chose this day as my catch-up day, meaning I’d forgotten entirely until I saw her there on my bed.

“So…” I said, sitting beside her on the bed. “…you wanted to talk?”

“Yes,” Kaitlyn said.

“Like actually talk, or ‘talk,'” I said, not sure which I preferred at the moment.

“Is it really so crazy that I’d actually want to talk with my clothes on?” Kaitlyn asked.

“No, but with us it’s just, you know, a little unexpected,” I said.

Kaitlyn sighed. “So…”

“So?” I asked.

She sighed again. “Look, this isn’t easy saying what I gotta say-“

“Never thought I’d catch you at a loss for words,” I interrupted.

“Oh, fuck off,” she said, standing up, frustrated and running a hand through her hair. “This is all your fucking fault anyway.”

“What is?” I asked.

“These… standards, I’m developing. They suck,” Kaitlyn admitted with the severity of someone who was admitting to a long hidden crime.

“Standards?” I asked, amused at how she said it like a dirty word.

“Don’t remind me,” Kaitlyn said, sitting back down next to me. “I’m a slut. A proud slut. You know it, I know it, everybody knows it, this isn’t news. All it used to take in a guy was a nice smile and a tight ass (or at least a six pack) and I’d fuck him. I’d tally them up just like they’d tally me up, but I always knew I’d held the high ground because I had more marks and fucked more cheerleaders than any guy in school could ever dream. But then I met you. Again. Because we’d met before.”

“Obviously.”

“We started fucking, and at first I was just loving it because I loved your cock and how good you were with your mouth and because Brooke really likes you, and… and I thought it was just that. I didn’t think I was actually getting to like you,” Kaitlyn admitted.

“Like me?” I said, flattered and confused and scared in equal measures. “Like, ‘like me’ like me, or-“

“No, no, not like that,” Kaitlyn interrupted, shaking her head softly. “Not that you wouldn’t probably make good boyfriend material batman escort with some work, but you know me, I know you, we’re not really relationship people right now.”

I wanted to tell her that she was wrong about this, that if a relationship opportunity came along that I’d drop everything for that, but I couldn’t do that. Even though I’d risked some serious trouble lately, I was having too much fun. While I’d have loved the possibility of exploring a serious future with Tori or Josie, I wasn’t there yet, not when Regan Hills High offered so many possibilities that I had yet to explore.

“But… it hasn’t been as easy to be a slut like I like since you and me have been spending so much time together,” Kaitlyn said.

“Really?” I asked.

“Really,” Kaitlyn grumbled, frustrated. “I’ve been seeing the problems for a while now, but a few nights back I was with Aaron Cooper from the basketball team. Him and I had fooled around some before, I’d blown him a few times, let him fingerbang me once. I’d been feeling him out, and he was looking like a good possibility for fucking around with since he had a nice cock, but when I finally decided to go through with it, I couldn’t.”

Kaitlyn not being able to have sex with a guy sounded like a fish trying to live without water. “What happened?”

“He was boring, he was dumb, and he couldn’t talk about much other than basketball or how basketball was taking him to college before he went pro, even though he couldn’t go pro if his life depended on it. A while ago shit like that wouldn’t have bothered me, but since you and me have been spending so much time together, since we’ve been talking and really getting to know each other, it’s just… ugh, I need to be with a guy I can talk with, and that’s seriously cutting down on the pool of fuckable guys in school.”

“Should I be saying sorry?” I asked.

“Probably,” Kaitlyn said. “Probably not. I dunno. I still love fucking, but now that you’ve kind of tricked me into having standards-“

“Hey, I never tricked you into anything!” I interjected.

Kaitlyn shrugged. “You say to-ma-to, I say you tricked me into having standards.”

“That’s-“

“Look, I just needed someone to talk to about it, okay? I’m going through a fucking identity crisis here, and I really want to sort it out,” Kaitlyn said.

My heart went out to her, but if she was looking to me for answers, she was searching in the wrong place.

“So, you came to me because we have sex and talk, and because you’re used to just having sex with guys without much talk, you’re suddenly bored by them?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Kaitlyn said.

“And you think I’ve got some magical answer to all this?” I asked.

“No, but I was hoping… fuck, I don’t know,” Kaitlyn said.

“I’m sorry that you’re stressed, but I’m not sorry that I’ve raised your standards. I find it kinda cool, actually. I didn’t know I counted as higher standards,” I said.

Kaitlyn rolled her eyes, crossing her arms under her breasts petulantly. “You’re not helping.”

“I’m sorry,” I said. “But look at it this way. If you’re with a better class of guy, maybe you’ll get a better class of sex out of it. All those guys you were with before who bore the crap out of you now, they can’t all have been that great, right?”

“Some of them were, but…” Kaitlyn trailed off.

“Explore this new side of yourself. Enjoy the fruits of higher standards. Be picky. Have fun!” I said. I shook my head softly when realizing how much like Rachel doling out advice I sounded; that was far from intentional.

Kaitlyn looked up at the ceiling thoughtfully, blowing a stray lock of hair out of her face. “I fucking hate it when you make sense.”

She looked so good, I couldn’t help but lean in and kiss her. “Do you really?”

“Yes,” she said, a little breathy, a little taken off guard. I kissed her again, her soft lips melting against mine as we drew this one out, slower and softer.

“Still?” I proposed as our lips parted, our foreheads resting against one another.

Kaitlyn laughed, smiled even. “You’d be amazed how long I can hold onto a petty grudge.”

“I’d believe that,” I said, my hand sliding between her thighs. Moaning softly in anticipation, she parted them for me, letting my exploring fingers find her secret warmth. I rubbed my fingers around her panty-clad pussy, enjoying the soft sounds of pleasure she made as she held me close.

“Let’s be honest about a couple things,” Kaitlyn moaned. “First, I like what you’re doing. Second, you and I both know that while I like what you’re doing, I’d love something entirely different.”

Knowing exactly what she meant, I kissed her one more time before dropping to my knees on the floor, sliding between her legs. Full of need, Kaitlyn slipped her panties off, spreading her legs and pulling up her cheerleading skirt so I could get a good view of her pussy.

I smiled. “I’d have thought you’d be a little more turned on.”

Kaitlyn blushed. “I really did come here to talk, I wasn’t expecting- FUCK!”

I didn’t set out to cut her off by planting my mouth on her pussy and sucking, but once the idea came to me it was too tempting. When it came to all things sex, Kaitlyn was vocal and loud, aspects of her I absolutely loved.

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I am a landscape gardener and quite good at my job. It’s also a job that pays quite well once you get a bit of a reputation and I was doing all right. Now you’re probably thinking that a landscape gardener would have a terrific garden at his own place, but you’d be wrong. Yes, my place of business has some very nice gardens, but that’s advertising.

My home is situated on a double block, with ample room for landscaping and such. Can you imagine the amount of work involved in something like that? It’d be like coming home from work so I could do some more work. I’d just as soon come home from work so I could rest and take it easy.

This is not to say I ignored my large yard. Ninety percent of it was lawn, the other ten percent being evenly divided between some bushes and some flower gardens. Enough flower gardens to make the place look attractive but few enough to make it easy to maintain them. I had also put a few strategic mounds around the place, the mounds also being covered in grass.

These mounds were a big hit with my nieces and nephews. You could play all sorts of games where they were concerned. It was possible, if you were careful, to go all around the yard artfully hidden by a mound all the way. Of course, my nieces and nephews invited other children around to play in my yard and I had no objection to this. The various kids would even come around when my young relatives weren’t there, treating the place as a park. The parent didn’t mind because they always knew where to find their children.

There was a strict rule that the various visitors did not stuff around with my gardens. I may not have had many but I had some pretty decent flowers in the ones that I did have. The first time someone had tried to stuff up a garden I’d snapped and snarled my way around the yard and all the kids got the message pretty quickly. The gardens were off limits. I didn’t worry about balls going in the garden. The kids were careful about retrieving them.

That was the situation when a new family moved in next door. A man and his wife and twins, about age five. The father, Brian, was in his thirties and a complete asshole. I decided this the first time I met him and nothing I’d seen since had given me reason to change my mind. The mother, Alice, was about twenty five. She seemed a nice friendly woman but I didn’t see much of her, what with her being home looking after the kids all the time.

Brandon and Marie, the twins, were cute and a pair of mischievous little imps. Born for trouble, the pair of them. This isn’t to say they were nasty, just troublesome. They found out about my yard pretty quickly and would often be around there, playing, their own yard being a lot smaller and rather cluttered. I had no objection. I’d made sure they knew the rules about the gardens and let them be.

I heard that Alice had checked with a couple of the parents about me and been assured that I was harmless, so she let them play. She could always stick her head out the window and yell when she wanted them while I tended to ignore them.

That ignoring them came to an abrupt halt one day. I’d finished a job I’d been working on at midday and there wasn’t really anything that I had to start immediately, so I went home. My office knew how to contact me if something came up but it was an unlikely occurrence. I hired my people because they were efficient and could make decisions and do their work without me riding them all the time.

So I arrived home in time to find two evil little cretins busy pulling out every plant from one of my gardens. I was not pleased. Brandon spotted me, nudged Marie, and they both took off running. They damn-well knew they weren’t supposed to rip up the garden and they were making themselves scarce before the heavens fell on them.

They could run and they could hide but it wouldn’t help them much. After all, they lived right next door. I attended to a couple of minor things that I had to do and then headed over to speak to their mother.

I knocked on the door and after a few moments Alice answered it.

“Good afternoon,” I said in a cheerful voice. “Alice, isn’t it? I’m Ken from next door. I’m here to strangle your children so that I can bury them in the remains of my garden. Could you get them for me?”

Alice looked thoughtfully at me, probably wondering how to handle the madman at her front door. I could guess what she was seeing. A strongly built man of about thirty, dark haired and reasonable looking. Reasonably neatly dressed and, most important, I didn’t smell. Women don’t like it if a man smells.

Eventually she sighed and opened the wire door.

“I suppose you’d better come in so we can discuss this,” she said. “Suppose you tell me what you mean about the remains of your garden.”

I explained what had happened afyon escort to my garden, making sure that she knew that the kids knew the rules regarding the garden.

“They knew they’d done the wrong thing,” I told her. “As soon as I arrived they bolted.”

“Mm. Probably to avoid the strangulation and burial in the garden,” Alice observed.

I bowed my head, indicating assent.

“Ah, I assume that you’ve got past the strangulation stage by now?”

“I have,” I said gravely. “I’m down to stringing them up by their thumbs and flogging them, just as soon as I can buy a decent whip.”

“You don’t think that that might be a bit harsh?” she suggested.

“Possibly,” I agreed, “but they sure wouldn’t touch my gardens again.”

She nodded thoughtfully, but then shook her head.

“No. I’m afraid I’ll have to veto that punishment as well. One moment while I call them and see what they have to say.”

She walked over to the doorway and yelled for the little monsters, a note in her voice that said come here or else. They came, looking completely innocent, any possibility of wrong-doing not to be contemplated when looking at them. Then they saw me.

“We didn’t do it,” said Brandon at the same time as Marie yelled, “It was an accident.”

They looked at each other and shut up.

“So you didn’t do it and it was accidental anyway,” said Alice, and the kids nodded cautiously.

They stopped nodding and started looking guilty when Alice started shaking her head.

“We will discuss this later,” she said. “Right now you will go to your room and you will stay there until I come to talk to you. Understand?”

Two little heads nodded and, at a word from their mother, they bolted.

“I am so sorry,” Alice said. “They will be dealt with, I assure you.”

“Well, you can tell them they’re not permitted to use my yard for a fortnight, just as a little extra.”

“Ah, you’re not banning them outright?” she asked surprised.

I shook my head.

“No. Giving them a punishment that they would deliberately ignore would just be encouraging them to do the wrong thing. Giving them a couple of weeks gives them incentive to behave. Mind you, I’m still steaming, but I’m down to putting them over my knee and paddling their tails.”

“That may yet occur after I’ve spoken to them,” she said. “But really, it’s as much my fault as theirs. I’m their mother and I should have been watching them. Perhaps you should be spanking me instead.”

I blinked at that and took another look at her. She was really quite attractive and the clothes she was wearing did nothing to detract from her looks. Yoga pants that showed off a very nice pair of legs, highlighted by a camel-toe that I’d been doing my damnedest not to look at. Her top was a light t-shirt that she filled out very nicely.

“Perhaps I should,” I agreed. “A few smacks to your bottom might teach you to keep a closer eye on them. Of course, I’d have to remove those pants. A spanking for a young woman should always be on a bare bottom, I’m sure you agree.”

Whatever sort of bra she was wearing must have been on the thin side. I could see her nipples peaking, pressing little tents against her top.

“Oh. It has to be on a bare bottom?”

“Indeed. Do you want to remove them or should I?”

“What, you’re really going to spank me?”

“If you take of those pants I will.”

“Um. If I did take them off, how do I know you’ll only spank me? You might be tempted to molest me.”

“You’re kidding, right? Once those pants come off I’ll not only spank you but I will bend you over the end of that couch and educate you in the way a man uses a woman.”

I paused for a moment.

“Instead of just taking off your pants you might as well take off everything. I’d want your top off so I can get at your breasts.”

She looked at me, her face slightly flushed.

“You’re asking me to have sex with you,” she said.

“No. You’re offering to permit me to spank you. I’m just letting you know what will happen after I do.”

“What if I say yes you can spank me but no to the sex?”

I shook my head.

“It doesn’t work that way. If I spank you I would feel honour bound to fuck you afterwards. To console you for the spanking.”

She bit her lip. I think it was to stop herself laughing.

“I’ll tell you what. Why don’t you start getting undressed but leave your panties until the very end. That way you can always change your mind at the last moment.”

Like hell. Once she started getting undressed I’d finish up fucking her and we both knew it. She knew precisely what she was offering when she suggested I should spank her. My only problem was I didn’t know if she was a tease. If I started to remove her clothes aydın escort she might start yelling rape. All I could do was wait. From the smirk on her face she knew it.

In my favour, her nipples were erect, her face was slightly flushed, and she was breathing a little harder. She was excited and wanting. I ran my eyes over her again and then winked.

Finally she shook her head.

“Oh, I couldn’t. I just couldn’t.”

“Pity,” I said. It really was, but I was going to have to accept her decision.

“Aren’t you going to try to persuade me?” she demanded.

“No. I want you,” I said, one hand idly touching my groin where my erection was now noticeable, “but I’m not going to try to seduce you or force you. It wouldn’t be right.”

“Oh, and spanking me and then fucking me is fine?”

“Of course. The spanking is a punishment for sins freely confessed and the fucking just naturally flows on from that. Are you feeling naughty? Do you deserve to be spanked?”

She might not have deserved to be spanked because the kid’s mischief wasn’t really her fault. But she was certainly feeling naughty and wanted to do it.

“Fine,” she said. “But I can change my mind at any moment.”

“Up until the spanking starts,” I conceded.

She was flushed and watching me as she hooked her thumbs into her yoga pants and started pushing them down. They slid down enough until the edge of her panties was exposed and then she hesitated. Her flush was now a vivid blush but she adjusted her grip and took her panties down with the yoga pants, stepping out of them while still facing me, keeping an eye on me to make sure I was still watching. Damn right I was still watching.

She straightened up, facing me, not minding in the slightest that she was giving me a full frontal of her pussy. She was wanting me and she was going to get me. She peeled her top off without the theatrics of the way she lowered her pants but then she went into full tease mode as she took off her bra. She twisted and turned as she groped for the catch of her bra, making sure I was watching everything. Finally she unclipped it and started lowering it, slipping the straps off her shoulders and letting the bra drop down her arms, catching it and adding it to the little pile of clothes.

Now that she was naked she went all demure, hands daintily crossed in front of her pussy, head bowed slightly, not looking at me. A trained slave girl couldn’t have given a better performance of being there for her master’s pleasure.

I moved closer and then walked around her, enjoying the view. Her head twisted as she tried to keep me in sight.

“Very nice,” I said, running a hand over her bottom. “It’s almost a pity to have to spank it. Almost.”

I took her arm and led her over to the couch. Her eyes went wide as I undid my trousers and pushed them down slightly, my erection springing into view. She was going to open her mouth to protest, to point out that she’d only agreed to a spanking, but I got in first.

“The spanking will hurt,” I told her. “You’ll need something to hang on to, to help stand the pain.”

With that I sat, pulling her down and across my knee, placing her hand upon my cock. Her hand closed over it quite willingly, while my hand ran over her bottom.

“Move your legs slightly further apart,” I told her.

“Why?”

“Ah, because I’m telling you to?” I suggested.

That earned me a mutinous sniff but her legs drifted slightly further apart. I now had a good view of her pudenda and it was obvious I wouldn’t need to work too hard to get her aroused. Her labia were already swollen and flushed, her inner lips protruding, waiting to be touched.

It was odd, but I was quite certain that if I tried to take advantage and have sex straight away she’d be terribly insulted and do her best to fight me off. Her reasoning would have been how dare I expect her to have sex with me? But she could justify the spanking and the sex would be allowed to flow naturally from that. I couldn’t help wondering if she’d done this before, but I suspected not. Whether she’d do it again depended on my performance, I guess.

What I wanted to do was place my hand squarely over her mound and start massaging it but I suspected that if I deviated from her unwritten rules things would come to an abrupt halt. Still, I thought I could stretch the meaning of those rules somewhat.

My hand landed gently on her bottom and skimmed over it, moving lightly towards her pussy. I felt her stiffen slightly but, before she could protest, I lifted my hand and brought it down in a firmer spank. Not enough to really sting but enough to let her know I was serious about this. More is coming, was the message.

I kept that up for a while. A gentle pat and stroking of her bottom, ağrı escort easing close to, but never touching, her mound, followed swiftly by a sharper spank. The spanks were getting harder, too, and were now actually stinging her bottom. I decreased the gentle pats and increased the spanks and she was starting to squirm a little.

She gave an outraged squeak when a spank went astray, landing with a sting on her pussy. I apologised, but in such a bland voice that anyone could tell there was a total lack of sincerity in it. (Just as an aside, when my hand actually slapped against her pussy a certain little hand that was still clasping my cock tightened slightly. Now, instead of just holding it, her hand was running over it.)

Her bottom was now developing a nice red glow. I maintained that glow but a few more of my spanks were starting to be a little erratic, warming up her pussy rather than her bottom. She did have the temerity to complain that I should be more careful. This promptly earned her a harder spank with the stern admonishment that I was doing the spanking, not her.

When she meekly accepting this I continued on my merry way, her bottom getting less attention as I started working her pussy a little harder. I developed a regrettable tendency to drag my hand roughly over her pussy whenever a spank landed on it. Strange that I didn’t feel any regrets.

I’m not saying all this attention was getting her aroused and wet, but I would like to point out that my hand was damn near splashing when it landed on her. She was breathing hard and making little whimpering sounds, obviously properly sorry that she hadn’t kept a closer eye on her children. I thought that it was time to forgive her.

I swung Alice to her feet, feeling her finally let go an erection that was as hard as a rock. She stood there looking at me, biting her lip, tears in her eyes.

“It’s all right,” I said soothingly. “It’s all done now. Just relax.”

I slid my hands around her, hands closing lightly over her bottom, softly rubbing it. A little pressure and she was moving closer to me. A little more pressure and she was straddling me and then, with no help from me, she was sinking down onto my cock, sliding onto me with no hesitation and a little groan of relief.

She just sat there straddling me, firmly impaled. Her breasts were right there in front of me, nipples pointing at me. What could I do? I leaned forward and captured a nipple with my mouth. I think she actually sat still on my cock for a couple of minutes while I kissed and tasted her breasts. Finally I lifted my head, my hands closing on her breasts instead. At the same time I pressed my groin up towards her, letting her feel my cock pressing against her.

She took the hint with no delays. Her eyes were half-closed as she started moving, sliding up my pole before hesitating and sinking back down. I did my bit, pushing up to meet her as she came, and she was swiftly proving to be an accomplished pole-dancer.

She wasn’t just aroused and ready. She was eagerly ready, wanting what I had and wanting it now. She bounced happily on my lap, all thought of tears and smarting bottom gone by the way. I sensed that what we were doing was an apology of sorts – I just didn’t know which one of us was apologising. Truth to tell, I didn’t care.

Alice had settled into a rhythm that suited her and I had no complaints. As far as I was concerned in a situation like this, what the woman wants, she gets. We cruised along, passion holding us both firmly in its grip.

Sex is lovely while it lasts but eventually it has to come to an end. Alice had a slightly glazed look in her eyes, completely out of this world apart from what she was doing, but plainly ready for the big bang. I started thrusting upwards faster, hitting her harder, and it didn’t take much to set her off. It didn’t take much to set me off, either, as I climaxed right along with her.

It seemed to me that if I wasn’t careful the next couple of minutes would see everything go to hell real quick. There was no way Alice was going to admit that she’d effectively initiated the spanking and the sex. If I was there she was going to blame it all on me. If I wasn’t she could pretend that it didn’t really happen. So my best bet was to get the hell out of there.

I’d already moved her so she was sitting on the couch. I rose to my feet.

“I’ll leave you to speak to the twins,” I told her. “Remember to tell them that they can’t play in my yard for two weeks. However, if they care to come over on Saturday to help me replant my flowers then I’ll cancel the ban.”

“They wouldn’t have the faintest idea of how to plant flowers,” Alice protested.

“If they show willing, I’ll teach them. I have some bulbs that they should be able to plant with no problems. They can mark where they are and watch them grow.”

With that I took my leave. I suspected that Alice would be there with the kids for the planting. Maybe someone would stuff up and Alice would feel the need to apologise. One could but wait and see.

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I’m coming out of the parking garage into the lobby of my apartment building and I see a good looking girl – well, young woman – standing in front of the elevators. As I come through the door, she turns from the waist up and looks toward me. I guess the sound of the door gets her attention. My immediate thought is, what’s Cameron Diaz doing here? Cameron Diaz, the actress, happens to be the sexiest female on the planet as far as I’m concerned. Slightly tall, slim but with all the curves a woman needs, blue, maybe even green, eyes that always seem almost lit up and excited and a pretty face with a dirty grin. Fuckable. Very, very fuckable.

Just then the elevator doors opened and the girl turns toward them and steps in. I’m only a couple steps away and hurry and she looks out at me, smiling, and uses her hand to hold the door. It isn’t Cameron Diaz. But she’s every bit as fuckable. Same look and smile, same blonde hair cut sort of short, terrific body. But she’s younger, maybe fifteen years younger.

“You must be new here,” I say to her as I’m in and the doors close.

“Yeah, just moved in yesterday. But how do you know?” Great voice. I think I’m falling in love.

“Anyone as gorgeous as you, I’d remember if you had been around longer,” is my reply. She gives a light laugh. “And thanks, for holding the door. I’m Dan, apartment 308.” I’d looked and saw she had the button for 3 pushed. I put my hand out to be shaked.

She smiles again “Cynthia,” she says. “324” and she actually takes my hand.

I hold her hand a moment. The doors open. “You really are gorgeous,” I tell her.

“Well, thanks, I guess,” she says, smiling and looking at our hands. So I let go.

“If you ever need anything. A cup of sugar or something, just come to 308, anything you want. Well, not a cup of sugar now that I think about it, I don’t have any. Splenda, though.”

She gives another small laugh. “Thanks, she says. Maybe I will.” She turns and heads down the hall. I watch her go. Her ass moves from side to side. Maybe the best ass I’ve ever seen. Definitely fuckable. Or at least I hope so.

You see a girl that great, it’s an event. I keep thinking about her. Wondering if I should have said something different. That evening, in the shower, I jerk off thinking about her. It’s not that I’m lacking for sex. Well, I am, actually. Not completely but getting a lot less than I want and with girls that are nowhere near as great as Cynthia.

I’m in sales. Out of college a couple years ago I got a job with two guys that had started up a manufacturers rep firm a couple years before and were growing. It’s great and I’m finally starting to make more than a minimum living, much more actually. So I’m busy. If I have calls in Santa Barbara or the other direction, San Bernardino, I get home a little late. Today, I’m waiting for the elevator in the lobby at around 6:30 pm and when the doors open, there’s Cynthia.

Before I can even say anything, she says, “Hi, Dan,” and steps out, right toward me.

“Hi,Cynthia,” I say, “you may be even more gorgeous today than yesterday.”

She gives a little laugh and grins at me. “Hey,” she says, “I was just going out to eat. I don’t know anything at all about any places near here. Where would be good?”

“Well, L.A. has a thousand good places but right near here, within walking distance, there are only four possibilities. Depends what you prefer. Out the door and to your left you can find a Mexican place and an Italian place. To the right is a fast food burger place and another block down is sort of a family kind of place, a step above a coffee shop.”

“Hum,” she actually says out loud, “well, I’d just as soon have something a little nice, the Italian place sounds best. Thanks.” She’s ready to walk around me.

“Hey,” I blurt out, “I was going to eat in a couple minutes any way. O.k. if I join you?”

She actually smiles at me. Maybe she likes the idea. “Sure, I’d love some company.”

We head to the door, I put my arm on her back as I open the door for her. I want to touch or feel this sexy body as often as possible. We walk the two blocks to the restaurant, talking. I discover she’s from Colorado, graduated from Colorado State in Communications and is now in the second week of her first, full-time, career job. She loves fashion and managed to get a position at the west coast office of a major fashion magazine. Their job is covering Hollywood and it’s people and regional fashions in general and so far her job has been limited to fact checking and going for coffee and sandwiches as needed.

She learns about my job and background. By this time we’re in the restaurant, seated and have ordered. We have a bottle of Chianti to split between us. I end up telling her about me by saying that I really like what I’m doing and it’s turning out even better than I had hoped and I thought I had a very good future. Sipping wine and then taking the first bites of our meal, she starts complaining about her job. ardahan escort She’s not getting to do what she expected she would be doing, she’s treated like someone who knows nothing, her boss is a real bitch and impossible to get along with and she wonders if she should just quit and hunt for something else.

I try to tell her that as the new kid in the office, it’s no surprise that they don’t give her serious work right away. She has to work her way into their confidence and slowly get a little more responsibility handed to her. She agrees that she’s thought of all that but is still very down hearted about things.

I tell her, “I think you need a fuck buddy.”

That gets her attention. She just looks at me for a moment and then her eyes sort of shine and she grins. “What did you just say? A fuck buddy?”

“Yeah, I think you’re frustrated with more than your work. You’re in a new place, don’t have a lot of friends, it’s all a huge adjustment. You need someone that will give you orgasms, make you happy, relieve your stress.”

She just looks at me again, a grin growing on her face. “And I guess you think you’re the one that could do that for me?”

“Well, yeah. You are the sexiest girl I’ve ever known. The greatest body possible. I’d love to do everything possible to your body. I bet you’re delicious. You should be given a couple orgasms before we even get around to actually fucking.”

She actually laughs a little. “You’re so full of it. Has that line ever got you anywhere with anyone?”

“Well, I’m only a couple years older than you. I haven’t had that much sex with that many people, so I’ve never really developed a line, as such. The fuck-buddy idea just came to me because I really think that’s what you need. As for the other, I actually did once have a girl decide immediately that she was ready when I mentioned my giving her oral sex.”

“So you’re suggesting therapy sex. No romance, no loving, no great emotion. Sex sort of like working out a sore leg or something.”

“No, I don’t think it’s possible to have sex without some feeling. I would hope that it would include a lot of emotion, a lot of romance. And you know, I sort of bet that it wouldn’t be all that new to you.”

“What? You’re saying I’ve done something like this before?”

“Well, as gorgeous as you are, I bet you went steady in college for awhile. There are a lot of reasons for going steady, I did it, too, in college. I mean you’re all of a sudden in this big impersonal place and you need to have something central to hold on to, to be part of. But, the sex is also important. At least for me, I think the sex was the most important point of it all. And if it was for you, too, then here you are now in a strange place again and you’re just not gettin’ any.”

By the time I finished my little diatribe she’s grinning at me again. “You’re full of it, Dan, but you’re right. I was a freshman, the first time away from home and this junior seduced me. With my complete cooperation. He was my first. And it was all just the greatest thing ever. Somewhere along the line I did think momentarily about something long term but, honestly, neither of us really expected it to last beyond college. And it didn’t. He graduated and we’ve talked on the phone a couple times, but not for a year or more now.”

“I bet I know but, I’ll ask anyway. What did you do for sex once he was gone?”

“I found another guy and we lasted until I graduated. And I haven’t talked to him since I left there. You’re right. it was just sex. Very, very good sex.”

The waiter brought our bill. “We’re going Dutch aren’t we?” Cynthia asks and pulls out a wallet with some money. I really meant to pay but her money was already there so I took the bill, figured out how much more was owed plus a decent tip and put it down. We both get up and leave. As we walk out the door she says, “You’re a terrific salesman. Are you as good at therapy?”

I actually grabbed her, pulled her around, got my arms around her and kissed her. I could feel that perfect body tight up against me. I slid a hand down onto her ass and she did the same to me, pulling me even tighter against her. Her mouth opened and we traded tongues. The best kiss of my whole life. When she finally pulled her head back a little she says, “Not out here. We should move into a bedroom.”

We start back. I have my arm around her and she has hers around my waist. This is all unbelievable, like a dream come true. “Cynthia,” I tell her, “I really wasn’t trying to talk you into anything you don’t want to do. It’s just that I’ve wanted you since the first time I saw you.”

“Dan, yesterday I was standing staring at the elevator doors, tired and pissed off and thinking to myself that I really, really needed to get laid. Needed a lovely, erect cock. Then I turned and saw you. You’re tall and slim and nice looking and I was ready to attack you. Then you said if I needed anything to come to 308 and back in my room I thought artvin escort about knocking on your door and asking to borrow the use of your cock but I wasn’t quite willing to be that much of a slut. So when I met you again and we went to eat, you had me almost no matter what you said. But I loved what you were saying. It made it so easy for me.”

“No wonder you didn’t get mad at me but kept grinning about almost everything I said.” Then we stop and hug each other and we kiss some more and feel each other and then turn and hurry into the apartment building.

Into the elevator and before the doors actually close, she’s unzipping my fly and reaching in. Her hand searches around to get through my underwear and then she has her hand around my cock. My very erect cock. She looks at me and gives me a dirty grin. She reaches up to pull my head down to kiss me, still holding my cock, squeezing it. The doors open and she pulls me along, using my cock as her grasp on me, down the hall to her apartment. She murmurs a “shit” as she has to let go of me to get her keys out, then we go in and she pushes the door shut behind us. There is no furniture in her living room. Not one chair or table. As I look around, she kneels on the floor and starts unfastening my belt, then my pants. She grasps the waist band and pulls both my pants and boxers down . As they drop onto my feet, still in my socks and shoes, She has hold of my cock again. “Oh, Dan,” she says, “this is so good.” She starts licking along the sides and then gets her mouth over the head and starts sucking me in. She keeps one hand holding the base for a moment and starts playing with my testicles with the other. As she gets most of me in her mouth, she lets go and reaches around to hold my ass and pulls it towards her. I can feel her moaning or humming or something as she licks and sucks.

I look around. This is one sexy time. The girl of my dreams is sucking my cock and playing with my balls. But it’s also surreal. I’m standing in a completely empty room, my pants around my ankles so I can hardly move. The only thing to do is enjoy it because I know I’m not going to last long. And I don’t. I doubt if she sucks more than three minutes and I’m shooting into her mouth. She pulls her head back some, keeping just the head in her mouth. I give her enough that I know she has to be swallowing because her mouth can’t be big enough to hold it all. I finally squirt out a last little dribble and she pulls her mouth off and sort of stares at my cock, then takes it back into her mouth and slowly milks it with her lips, sucking out anything that’s left.

“You have a great cock, Dan,” she says. “I hope I get to do that a lot.” She stands up, holding my bare butt. “Your turn now,” she says and turns and heads into what I know is the bedroom. Her apartment is a duplicate of mine as far as layout goes. I have to sit down or else I’ll fall. I untie my shoes, get them off, pull my socks off, then manage to step out of my pants and underwear that I just leave there in a pile and follow her as quick as I can.

In the bedroom she has a double bed. Not Queen or King. And a small, Ikea modern chest of drawers. That’s it. Still moving in. But the real sight was her. Naked. Leaning over the bed, pulling the comforter and top sheet down. I’ve never seen anything sexier, maybe never will. “You’re even more gorgeous naked,” I say to her and get my arms around her and pull her against me to kiss her. She turns her head slightly.

“Kiss me, now?” she asks.

“Definitely, you’re just so beautiful and desirable, I can hardly stand it.”

“But my mouth still has some of you in it.”

I take my hand and turn her head and kiss her, push my tongue into her. She puts her arms around me and we kiss and kiss and lick each other and hold on tight. “Sucking me just makes you even sexier,” I say to her and back us up until she’s against the bed. I push her to sit on the bed and kneel in front of her, pushing her knees apart to get up against her. I kiss her again and it may be the best kiss yet. I’ve never felt so turned on before in my life. I start kissing her shoulders, move my hands to her breasts and then slump down a little to get my mouth to her breasts. I kiss and lick and suck her nipples and fondle those amazing breasts. I could spen a lot of time on them, they’re perfect. But, I kiss down over her stomach and she lays back some and spreads her legs. This has happened to me before. Girls can spread their legs a lot more than guys can. It almost seems a physical impossibility.

There’s her pussy. Blonde hair. Really blonde, light yellow. All above her pussy, not down the lips. The hair on her head is real, I bet Cameron Diaz’s isn’t. And her pussy. Pink, puffy, really beautiful. I kiss it. I turn my head and kiss her upper thighs. Firm, meaty, no fat. Most girls thighs are flabbier from my experience. I use my fingers to pull her open slightly and get my tongue into her and lick up and down. I can’t bodrum escort describe the taste. Sex. It’s what sex must taste like. Better than the best steak.

She’s making little noises. I look up at her and she’s leaning back on her arms looking down at me. “You’re so beautiful. The sexiest, tastiest, most beautiful pussy in the world.” I get my tongue back in her and start doing everything I can think of. I do the alphabet thing. I push my tongue into her vagina. I lick up a little and flick my tongue on her clit, little more than a bump. Her insides are getting a little juicier, her hips bounce a little as I touch her clit with my tongue. She makes slightly louder noises. Not words or moans, just some primeval, guttural, involuntary sounds of pleasure.

I’m going to eat her forever. I’ve never felt as strongly about this before. I would like to almost crawl in and live there. I want to keep tasting her and tasting her and driving her nuts. She keeps getting juicier, she’s shoving her hips more at me, wants me there. Her one hand is holding my head, mussing my hair and then pushing me into her more, then letting up a little. I slide a finger into her and get my lips around her clit. More than a bump now, it’s sticking it’s head up a little. I suck on it some and pull my finger out and put another next to it and push both back into her. I suck on her clit, flick it with my tongue, slide my fingers in and out, and she starts yelling, Her hips jump even more, She lets go of my head but her legs close around me and hold me tight and I can feel her orgasming, emitting fluid. I slide my face down as much as I can, trapped in there, and try and lick up everything I can.

Her legs release me, she lays back as if exhausted. I start licking up and down inside her again. “Oh my god, more?” she asks. “I’m not sure I can.” I keep on licking, softly, just enjoying her shape and taste. I shove my tongue into her vagina. I don’t even need to hold her open, her pussy is engorged, spread, all available. I lick her lips and then back inside her. She’s making small noises again. I’ve never done this before. Keep on licking after she’s cum. I realize, I just want to. It’s no great plan or anything, I just love licking her, eating her. I start through the alphabet again with my tongue, tasting her, feeling the shape and the softness/firmness/juiciness of her. She just lays back and makes her small noises. Sounds that seems to me means she’s enjoying this. I have no idea of time. It’s comfortable, kneeling here; she seems comfortable, even though her legs are almost into a split. And we both seem to like it. More, really. Love it. I don’t know her well enough to know how we’ll get along but I know I love her pussy. I love her body.

I get my tongue back up to her clit and start working on it. It’s actually sort of a little penis now, easy to grab with my lips, hit with my tongue. I slide a couple fingers into her again. Her noises start getting louder,. Her very juicy, tasty pussy gets even juicier. Her hand comes back down onto my head. Her body moves slightly, her hips sort of jump. I just keep finger fucking her and sucking her clit and she starts howling. Her hand pushes me in tight, her legs come up around me again, and I can feel fluid on my fingers. Again, I pull them out and move my head down as much as I can to try and suck her whole pussy into my mouth and taste what she’s emitting. Sexy. Sexy. Sexy.

She essentially collapses again and I push up on my knees and get my very, very erect cock aimed at her and start pushing into her. “God yes.” she says loudly, “Fuck me. fuck me.” She’s so tight it almoast hurts Then I’m fully into her and start pushing her further onto the bed so that I can get a knee up and then the other and get over her. I want to kiss her with my cock in her. And we do. Her arms come up around me, her legs come up and her heels dig into my butt and I pull out and push in over and over. Since I’d already cum when she sucked me, I knew I would last a little. I started working harder, moving faster and pounding into her. She’s making those same guttural noises. Not exactly ughs and not exactly just heavy breathing, almost like the grunts some women make playing top level tennis.

Her eyes are scrunched shut, her face almost in a grimace. She’s concentrating everything on the feel of our fucking. Her feet come off me and she gets them on the bed and starts pushing her hips back up at me, fucking me almost as much as I’m fucking her. Then she screams, her body stiffens, I can feel fluid around my cock. and she collapses again. Her eyes look up at me and she gets this smile on her face. “Dan, you’re a miracle.” She puts her hand on my head and pulls it down and we kiss. It’s not a soft, friendly kiss, it’s hot and urgent. I move my head to the side and kiss her neck. “You haven’t cum,” she says.

“No,” I reply, and move my hips to move my cock inside her.

“Let me on top. I’ll make you cum,” she says, then grins at me. I pull out completely, lift up some and move to the side and lay down, scrunching around until I’m on my back. She climbs up over me, her hands on my chest, gets above my cock and reaches with one hand to hold me up and she starts sliding her pussy down over me.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn’t be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don’t expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.

Note: If you haven’t read them already, Sex in the City, Sex on the Beach Ch. 01 and Sex on the Beach Ch. 02 are prequels to this story.

* * * * *

I was still wearing a shit-eating grin as a result of the weekend in Wildwood with Kate and April by the time I headed back to school. We hadn’t made any specific plans as to when we’d see each other once we were back on campus, but I didn’t suspect it would be long before I was naked with at least one of them. I had barely started unpacking in my new dorm room on the day of my arrival when April showed up. As she closed my door, which had been propped open, she told me that she was there to help me christen my new room and my new bed. She was quickly in my arms and we were making out before we started stripping each other’s clothes off. Our shirts went first then we each began to work on the other’s shorts, which both were soon at our ankles. She was massaging the bulge in my briefs as I reached back to unfasten her bra. I stepped back as I slid it down her arms, then fondled her perky breasts as she tossed it aside. I turned her and sat her on the edge of my bed as I knelt and started to lick and suck her hard nipples.

Gradually, I kissed my way down over her ribs and stomach, nudging her backwards until she was lying flat on my bed. I had her raise her ass so I could slide her panties off and admired her trim black bush surrounded by her tanlines before I started softly kissing her inner thighs. Her fingers were in my hair and, as I started to lap up the juices flowing between her lips, she let out a moan. I pushed her legs apart and she held them there as I slipped my finger into her and ran my other hand up over her smooth stomach to feel her tits as I licked her clit. She was immediately rocking her hips and, judging by how wet she was, I suspected that she was already worked up before she’d even arrived. While that would make getting her to orgasm a pretty quick task, it would also mean less time for me to enjoy the taste of her pussy. The school year was just getting under way, however, so I knew that there would be plenty of opportunity to bury my face between her thighs in the coming days.

Thinking that her orgasm was more important than me enjoying going down on her, I focused on what I’d learned during the course of the summer would get April to an intense orgasm. She was moaning a bit louder while rocking her hips faster and holding tightly to my head as the pleasure continued to build. She was getting even wetter and I planned to slip my cock into her as soon as she’d cum, which motivated me even more to give her that orgasm. Licking and sucking her clit as I slipped my finger in and out of her, she was moving faster and faster while getting a bit louder even though she was trying to keep herself under control given the close quarters of the dorms. Finally, she let out the telltale cry and began to shudder as she came. I lapped up the flood of juices until she was done, then raised my head. When her head seemed to have cleared, I suggested that she move up to the middle of the bed as I stood and dropped my briefs. She smiled at my stiff tool as she moved up to lie in the middle of the bare mattress, her legs spread and waiting.

I got onto the bed on my knees and moved between her spread legs before lowering myself over her and guiding my cock into her slippery pussy. We both moaned as I sank to the hilt, supporting myself over her on my elbows and leaning down to kiss her. We started making out as I slowly thrust in and out of her, relishing the snug, slippery feel of her pussy, as always. It was nice to feel her smooth skin sliding against mine as our tongues explored each other’s mouths and my cock slid in and out of her hot pussy. It didn’t take much time at all before I was feeling that familiar stirring thanks not only to the feel of her pussy as I fucked her, but the arousal of getting her naked and eating her pussy. I’d learned a trick for these situations that benefited the both of us; if she was on top, I always lasted longer and she always came faster. I fucked her for a little bit longer before asking if she’d like to get on top. She was amenable so I rolled onto my back and she straddled me, guiding my throbbing tool back into her snug, slippery pussy.

I played with her tits as she started bouncing adana escort up and down on me and we tested the squeak level of my new bed. Since this wasn’t her first rodeo, she knew what she needed to do to get herself to an orgasm with as much pleasure as possible and, if so desired, as quickly as possible. I contented myself with her hard nipples and soft, smooth breasts until she leaned forward, planting her hands beside my head, and we began to make out again. At that point, I slid my hands around to the firm curve of her ass and massaged her cheeks as they bounced up and down. I could feel her pussy getting juicier and more engorged as she got closer to cumming, which was helping to spur my own orgasm along. She pulled her mouth from mine as she was right on the verge and let out her telltale cry again as her body trembled while she came. Once she’d finished, she leaned down and kissed me before moving down between my legs and taking my slick cock in her fist. Wrapping her lips around it as she pumped the base, she slid her mouth down as I moaned with pleasure.

She’d learned a lot over the summer, some from Kate, some from me and some just from all of the practice she got. It wasn’t that she was a bad cocksucker before; just inexperienced. Now she knew what felt the best and how to draw out the pleasure that I was feeling. I wondered if she wasn’t thinking about trying out what she’d learned on a few new cocks this school year. I knew that if she needed somebody else to practice on, not only wouldn’t it bother me, I’d be ready to round up some volunteers for her. I watched her lips sliding up and down my shaft, her petite hand still pumping the base, and glanced beyond her head occasionally to the curves of her ass cheeks highlighted by her tanlines. She quickly had my orgasm building while really raising the level of pleasure as I lay there and just enjoyed it. The closer I got, the harder it was not to start pushing my ass up off the bed, but I was encouraging her by telling her how awesome she was.

As my cock began to swell just prior to cumming, April remained focused and concentrated on getting me the rest of the way there. Just moments later, I was spurting down her throat as she continued to milk my cock dry. Once I was spent, she let my cock fall from her mouth and raised her head.

“Consider this room christened,” she said as she got up and started to gather her clothes.

“So that’s the way it’s going to be?” I asked, in mock indignation “You just take what you want and leave?”

“There, there,” she replied, pulling her panties back on, “You still have to unpack, I still have to unpack. But what are you doing later tonight?”

“Well, I’ve got at floor meeting at eight,” I said, “and I figured I’d try to get to bed relatively early so I can get up for registration tomorrow, but I’m free before that.”

She was slipping back into her bra as I admired her in her lingerie while we agreed that I’d swing by later that afternoon. I figured I should pull my own clothes back on so I could walk her to the elevator and soon we were both fully clothed again. I walked her out to the elevator without making it obvious what had just happened between us or how our relationship had changed over the summer even though we didn’t bump into anyone we knew. Once she was gone, I headed back to my room to continue unpacking.

My room was nearly finished and I’d caught up with my friends who were living on the same floor, but found myself ready for a break after I’d had some dinner so I headed over to April’s dorm. I knocked on the suite door and she opened it wearing a robe. She led me into her room, which was right inside the door so I only caught a quick glimpse of the common area of the suite and her suitemates. Inside her room with the door bolted, she let the robe slide off and hung it on the back of the door, revealing a very sexy black negligee underneath it. As I put my hands on her hips and leaned down to kiss her, she went right to work on my belt. I slipped my hands down to her ass, so obviously bare beneath the slippery, shiny material, as she got my jeans open and fished out my cock. I backed up to sit on her desk chair behind me while pushing my jeans down further while she hiked up her negligee, revealing her trim black bush, and straddled me. She lowered her hot, slippery pussy onto my cock and sat on my lap as it filled her.

Her legs were a bit short to get leverage as she straddled me on the chair, so I grabbed her ass cheeks and was lifting her up, sliding her up and down on my shaft. She was fairly light, being so petite, but I knew my arms would be able to take this for only so long. Her pussy felt fantastic, though, so I was enjoying having her riding me and it was obvious again that she was well worked up before I’d come along. We made out as she rode me until my arms were finally feeling a bit of fatigue so I lifted her off of me and had her turn around to bend over her ankara escort desk. I raised her negligee, again admiring her sweet ass with the lighter triangle of flesh from her bikini, then slipped back into her pussy, wondering if she was still feeling positive about the anal sex we’d experimented with down in Wildwood. Her pussy felt so damn good, though, that I wasn’t worried about the possibility of never fucking her ass again.

She had her head resting on her desktop as I held her by the hips and bounced my own hips off her ass. Her negligee had slid down to cover her ass so I slipped my hands up under it and back onto her hips, holding it up over her ass and allowing me to continue to admire it. I gradually slid my hands up from her hips to her dangling tits and fondled them as I slid my cock in and out of her increasingly slippery pussy. I would have been more than happy to fuck her like this until we both came, but she surprised me by asking me if I wanted to fuck her ass. When I told her that I’d love to, she quickly told me that she had lube, letting me know that she didn’t want me to just try slipping it in right where we were. I slipped out of her and, when she’d straightened up, I lifted the negligee over her head and set it on the back of the chair. She turned to me and we made out before she went to fetch the lube as I slipped the rest of the way out of my jeans and briefs. She handed me the tube of lube, kissed me, then got on all-fours in the middle of her bed.

I knelt behind her and slathered her ass with lube, probing her with my finger and eliciting a deep moan, then coated my tool and lined up with her asshole. I eased myself in as she moaned a bit louder then slowly began to fuck her ass as she gradually relaxed. I relished the tight feel of her ass with long, slow strokes and almost immediately felt the rumblings of a building orgasm. As I held April’s hips and gently fucked her ass, she slowly started to push back against my incoming thrusts. It looked as though she was reaching back between her legs to play with her pussy as I fucked her and based on how loud she was getting, it wouldn’t have surprised me. As my own orgasm was quickly building thanks to the tightness of her ass, it was quite obvious that she was right on the verge as well. I was wondering if her moans were carrying out into the common area of her suite and suspected that, at that precise moment, April couldn’t have cared less.

When she started cumming, she let out a wail that could not be interpreted as anything but the result of immense pleasure. I think she was still cumming when I started spurting into her ass and let out a moan myself that was probably lost in the racket that she was making. Once we were both spent, I pulled my cock from her ass and she slid down onto her stomach. I lay beside her, my body pressed against hers, as we caught our breath. When she rolled onto her back, we kissed some more and talked for a little bit before I had to leave to make my floor meeting. As I pulled all of my clothes on, she put away her lube and pulled on just her robe so she could walk me to the door. We didn’t kiss at the door, aiming to be discreet despite what her suitemates may have heard through her door, then I headed back to my dorm.

At our floor meeting, we basically introduced ourselves then went over the dorm rules. My good friends Rav and Brian were there along with another friend, Paul, who was our RA. Paul introduced us to Gloria and Sarah, who were also seniors in his department. Other than the two of them, there were several other ladies who caught my eye, like Tamara who was junior and an ebony babe. Sabbath was also an ebony babe, but lighter skinned and a freshman. Lorenza, Saskia and Kim were also freshman babes; Lorenza was from Italy, Saskia was a cute blonde and Kim was tall and lean. I had only seen Kim around the floor during my first day back, when I walked April to the elevator. I would have nailed any one of them, given the chance.

I didn’t end up getting to bed early as I had planned so that I could get to registration early the next day. I stayed up, catching up with old friends and meeting new neighbors so I had a tough time getting out of bed in the morning. I finally dragged myself to the shower, got myself dressed and headed out, stopping for a bagel and a coffee to take along with me. Imagine my surprise when I showed up at the gym and got in line at about the same time as Kate. She had taken the bus from her apartment with a bunch of April’s stuff and dropped it off at April’s dorm room first. Apparently, April had managed to get up early and was already finished with registration. I asked if she was heading back to April’s after registration, but she wasn’t, so I invited her over to check out my new dorm room. She knew exactly what that was all about and said she’d been hoping I’d ask but would have invited herself if I hadn’t.

Inside my room with the door bolted, we started adıyaman escort to make out and undress each other, much as April and I had done about 24 hours earlier. I got Kate’s shirt off and fondled her tits through her bra, then unfastened her skirt and let it fall to her ankles. When I ran my hands over her ass, I discovered that she was wearing a thong and stepped back a bit to check out her lingerie, which matched and looked incredibly hot. I asked her if she always wore such hot underwear to register for classes and she replied that she’d worn it in hopes of doing exactly what we were doing. I helped her out of her sexy bra, then fondled her full, round tits as she started to work my jeans down. She started stroking my cock, then sat on the edge of my bed and wrapped her lips around it, sliding them down the shaft. I moaned as I ran my fingers through her dark blonde locks.

She grabbed my ass as she slid her mouth up and down my tool for a few minutes before bringing her tits up and squeezing them around it. She slid her tits up and down my cock, the soft, smooth flesh feeling outstanding. After a few minutes of that, she turned and crawled onto my bed with her ass in the air. I got behind her and pulled her thong aside so that I could slip into her dripping pussy. She was so hot and wet that I slid right in and we both moaned as my hips touched her ass cheeks. As I held her hips and started sliding in and out of her, she reached back to stroke her clit to help herself along. I couldn’t resist sliding my hands around and fondling her big breasts as I humped against her ass, gently squeezing her hard nipples between my fingers. She was moaning continuously as I fucked her and she toyed with her clit, growing louder the longer we went at it. When it sounded like she was getting closer to cumming, I straightened up, releasing her boobs, and took her by the hips again.

I was fucking her with long, full, slow strokes as I tried to get her the rest of the way to an orgasm while feeling mine beginning to build up at the same time. Typically, it was a few weeks into a school year before I found someone willing to fuck me, but this year was literally starting off with a bang. If I didn’t hook up with another chick all year, I didn’t really think it would bother me too much with April and Kate ready and willing. I relished the feel of Kate’s hot, wet pussy as I slid in and out of it, over and over, my hips tapping her ass repeatedly. Her moans were getting to the point were I knew she was right on the verge and enjoying every second of the build up. My own orgasm was slowly building as well, but I was fairly certain that she’d cum before I did. Even when I felt her pussy getting even wetter and more slippery just before she came, it was still just far enough off that I was able to fuck her right through her orgasm. She let out a cry and I could feel her trembling while my cock was flooded with a fresh flow of her juices.

When she let out a sigh, indicating that she’d finished cumming, I pulled out of her and had her roll over onto her back. Straddling her ribs, I lay my cock between her succulent tits so that I could fuck them some more. She held them together for me and I slid my cock in and out of her cleavage, the soft smooth flesh feeling so incredible on my throbbing cock. My orgasm had been well on its way when I’d been fucking her pussy and continued to build fairly rapidly as I fucked her tits. I fucked slowly, though, drawing out the pleasure for as long as I could, not knowing when I’d get the next opportunity to fuck her tits, since she didn’t live on campus like April and I did. Kate was watching the head of my cock as it moved in and out between her tits and, though I considered just blasting my load toward her chin, I decided against it at the last minute. When my cock started to swell in anticipation of me cumming, I moved forward and slipped it into Kate’s hot mouth. She slid her lips up and down, holding onto my ass, drawing my orgasm out of me until, with a cry, I started shooting my load down her throat.

When I was spent, I moved to sit beside her on the bed and couldn’t resist fondling her tits as she lay there on her back. Kate mentioned that, since we’d now be seeing each other every day in class, she was hoping that we’d be having sex at least once a day, too. I looked her up and down, eyeing her trim blonde bush peeking out alongside her askew thong and her big freckly tits, and asked her to go ahead and twist my arm. We both laughed when my stomach chimed in with a loud rumble. I realized that I had only eaten that bagel on my way to registration, so I asked Kate if she wanted to go grab some lunch. We pulled our clothes back on and headed out to go grab a sandwich, nearly running over Kim on our way to the elevator. I said “Hi” now that I knew her name and she returned it but was looking at Kate as she did.

After lunch, Kate hopped on the bus back to her apartment and I headed back up to my dorm room. I put away a few more things then decided to take a walk over to the bookstore and blow some big cash on my textbooks. A few hundred dollars poorer, I was back in my room perusing my new books with my door propped open when Kim came by.

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“I want to watch you suck another guy’s cock,” Scott said.

“Um,” Melissa said. “What?”

It had been a quiet night at home until then.

She sat there and looked at him and couldn’t decide what to think. They were having dinner, so she kept having dinner. She wasn’t sure what else you were meant to do when your boyfriend told you something like that.

“Where did that come from?” she said in the end.

“I do have a fantasy. You asked the other day. I said I didn’t have any.”

She nodded. There had been something in a magazine, and she’d asked, and then forgotten right away.

“That isn’t true,” he said. “I do. I want to watch you suck another guy’s cock.”

She thought about that. “That’s like, your only fantasy?”

“That’s the big one.”

“Oh,” she said. She wasn’t sure how judgmental she should be, whether she should be supportive since he was sharing, or honest about how that made her feel. She sat there for a moment, and realized she couldn’t actually decide how it made her feel. It was sort of rude, that he thought about her like that, and rude that he thought she would. It was also kind of dirty, and kind of hot.

“Dude,” Melissa said. “That’s kind of weird.”

Scott looked embarrassed. “You asked, that was all. Never mind.”

“I’m not saying no. I’m wondering about your sanity a bit, but I’m not saying no.”

“Saying not to what?”

“Ah, to that. To what you just suggested.”

He looked up. “I wasn’t suggesting.”

“Oh,” Melissa said, and now she was embarrassed. “Weren’t you?”

Scott shrugged.

“You just told me,” Melissa said. “So aren’t you asking if I will? I mean, why did you tell me if you don’t want me to do it?”

“You asked the other day. I felt bad I’d lied.”

“Oh.” She ate a little more. It was spaghetti, and fiddly, needed swirling and a bit of concentration to catch. He might be telling her something weird, but she loved him for getting so worked up about a tiny lie that didn’t matter at all.

“I love you,” she said. “Don’t worry about this, okay? It’s not a problem.”

“Thank you.”

Melissa chewed, looked at him. “So do you? Want me to?”

No answer.

“Come on,” she said. “It’s out there now. How serious are you about this?”

“I don’t know. I want you to know that’s what I think about, that’s all.”

Melissa nodded. That actually made a bit of sense. She wasn’t sure she’d want to actually do all the things she’d ever fantasized about either.

“Yeah,” she said. “Yeah, fair enough.”

“I don’t know if actually wanting you to is better or worse than just imagining it.”

“Imagining me….”

He nodded.

“You do that? Imagine me doing that?”

He looked really uncomfortable and didn’t answer. Melissa decided not to push too much. “Yeah,” she said, after a minute. “I don’t know either.”

“You think it’s weird?”

“I’m not sure. Maybe a bit.”

“You’re not annoyed?”

“Nah. I mean, I’d rather know.”

“Not disgusted?”

“I shouldn’t be, should I?” Melissa said. “I mean, it’s kind of bad. But then again, I blow you and I like it. I’ve blown other guys. Obviously. So what’s the big deal?”

Scott just at there looking at her, and she knew he was getting hopeful. She knew his worried face and she knew his hopeful face and he was definitely looking at her with the hopeful face. And a bit of a turned on face too.

“Um,” she said. “Hold on. I’m not completely sure I mean that how it sounded.”

Scott looked disappointed.

Melissa took a little pity on him. “I’m not sure I don’t either.”

Now he just seemed confused.

“You heard me,” she said, and chewed another mouthful of spaghetti.

He ate quietly. After a while he got up, and got a beer from the fridge. He gave her one too.

“Have you before?” Melissa said, still thinking. “Done that with someone? An ex? Like got her to go along with it?”

Scott shook his head.

“Never?”

“No.”

“Couldn’t talk any of the exes into it?”

“Never trusted anyone enough to tell them.”

She looked at him for a moment, feeling all warm and tender, and slightly irritated too. “Prick,” she said, and leaned over the table and kissed him.

“What?”

“Saying that. Making it sweet. You’re a prick.”

“Okay.”

“I’m not pissed off, and I’ll think about it, okay? Now stop looking at me.”

“I’m not asking you to think about it. I’m just telling you.”

“I know you’re not, but I am. Unless you don’t want me to?”

He looked at her for a while.

“Do you want me to?” she said. “Think about it?”

Still no answer.

“Yes?” she said. “No?”

Looking almost ashamed, he said, very quietly, “Yes.”

“Well then,” she said, and stood up and started clearing the table.

*

They went and sat in the lounge and watched TV, but Melissa couldn’t concentrate. She had her feet up on Scott’s lap, was watching him as much as the screen. She kept being distracted by what he’d said to her.

“What?” Scott said, when he noticed Melissa staring, and each time she shook her head and didn’t answer.

She was horny, but she couldn’t quite decide if she was diyarbakır escort turned on by his idea, or just turned on by the idea of him being turned on by telling her.

He was asking her to have sex with other people, without apparently wanting to himself, and she couldn’t decide if that was a good thing for her, or just a completely stupid thing for both of them.

“Want to go to bed?” she said, and he turned off the TV and stood up.

She’d planned to just hop into bed and fuck without talking about it any more, but started thinking again while she was brushing her teeth.

She went into the bedroom, still holding the toothbrush, and said, “Who? Which guy?”

Scott looked surprised. “The thing?

“Of course the thing. Who do you want me to do?”

“Anyone you want.”

“I can pick?”

“Of course.”

“Huh,” she said, and went back into the bathroom to spit. She swallowed water, rinsed her mouth, and went back to the bedroom door holding the towel. “Anyone at all?”

“If you’ll do it, then yeah, I suppose.”

“Because then I will?”

“Not like that, but…”

“If it makes me more into it, then yes?”

He shrugged, like he didn’t know what to say.

“Wouldn’t you be jealous? If it’s some dude I’ve had a crush on for years?”

“You have crushes?”

“Maybe,” she said. “Who knows. Wouldn’t that worry you?”

“I think that’s part of it.”

She looked at him, puzzled. “How?”

“If you’re really into it. Into him.”

“I don’t get that,” she said.

“I don’t either, really. It seems to be there, though.”

“You want to be jealous?”

“I said I don’t get it.”

“Okay,” Melissa said, now not sure they should even be talking about it, if he hadn’t sorted that out himself. She put the towel back, and went into the bedroom. Undressed completely, assuming she was getting some, and then stopped and sat on the edge of the bed.

Scott looked at her.

“I’m thinking,” she said.

“About this?”

“Ah, yeah. Of course.”

“About me getting jealous?”

She shrugged.

“I’ll be okay,” Scott said. “I won’t get jealous about this.”

“You’re sure?”

“I think so.”

“Because it turns you on? And that’s bigger than the jealousy?”

“I think so.”

“Yeah,” Melissa said. It sort of made sense. “It would be really bad if we did anything about this and you couldn’t handle it, though.”

“We’re doing something about it now?”

She shrugged again.

“Oh,” Scott said, and seemed really surprised. “Shit.”

“Don’t you want to?” she said.

“I was really only telling you because I felt bad about lying,” he said. “I swear. We don’t need to do anything.”

“Yeah,” Melissa said. “But now I’m wondering, and you know I’m wondering, and so it’s there. I’m not upset by the idea, I’m just worried about what might happen.”

He nodded.

“I want to get my head around it,” she said. “Before we do anything.”

She slid into bed, and reached over, and he was hard. It seemed to a shame to waste it, so she started a bit of ear-licking and making out, and that ended the conversation for a while. Scott slid his fingers into her, and she was a bit surprised by how wet she was already. All this talk was turning her on too.

Scott started to turn her over, to have her from behind.

“Wait,” Melissa said. “Not like that. Not if we’re going to keep talking about it.”

“We’re going to keep talking?”

“Aren’t we?”

“I don’t know.”

“We are, and I don’t want you behind me for something like this. So get on top.”

He did, and she closed her eyes, and sighed, and felt him push inside her.

“What if he has a bigger cock than you?” Melissa said. “The guy I blow.” She didn’t open her eyes.

“Does it matter? In your mouth?”

“I guess not.”

She lay there for a while, feeling him fuck her. “What if I like how he tastes better?”

“I don’t mind.”

“Will I know how he tastes? I mean, do you want him to wear a condom?”

Silence for a moment. Melissa opened her eyes and looked at Scott.

“Is it awful if I say no?” he said.

“You don’t want him to?”

He didn’t answer.

“You don’t?” she said. “You’re sure?”

“I don’t. I want him to come in your mouth. You to taste him. Swallow him. Is that okay?”

She lay there a while. “Can I fuck him?”

“I don’t know. I’m not sure.”

“Just head?”

“Just head. For now.”

Somewhere along the line they’d stopped talking about maybe, she noticed, and started talking about how. And a really specific kind of how, with rules. She wasn’t sure that was a good idea. She wasn’t sure if was a good idea to have sex while they talked about whether they would, either.

She’d started it, though. She’d done it, and was getting turned on talking about it, even if it was only talk.

“What about me,” she said. “Do I get any?”

“I don’t know.”

“What if I’d only want to do it if he went down on me as well.”

“Then I guess that’s okay.”

“You’re sure?” Melissa said.

“I’m sure.”

She lay there and looked at him and smiled. “Pervert,” she said, edirne escort finally.

“Want head?” Scott said, grinning.

“Um. Yeah, okay.”

He slid down and she wrapped her legs around his shoulders, and lay there, a bit startled by how enthusiastic he seemed to be by all this, and how it was working for her, too. She came pretty quickly, even for head, came, and grabbed at the sheet and tried not to make it obvious how intensely she was coming because she didn’t want Scott to know this was turning her on.

He kept grinning, though, so she thought he knew.

She blew him, because she was pretty sure that was what he’d had in mind when he offered to do her. She bent over and sucked him off, and every time she glanced up he was staring at her. The whole time he was oddly silent, all inward and thinking, and she had a horrible feeling he was imagining her doing someone else.

And she wasn’t sure she minded if he was.

He came quickly too. She swallowed, and then went and got a glass of water to rinse her mouth. She thought while she did, thought when she went back into the bedroom. They’d made a mess of the covers. She pulled them straight, and while she did she said, “You really want to do this?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I’m asking.”

He looked at her.

“I’m asking, one chance, so tell me if you want to.”

“I think I might,” he said.

She turned off the light and got into bed.

“Well?” he said.

She lay there for a while. “I’ll think about it,” she said.

He smiled, and kissed her, and she lay there, half-asleep, wondering.

*

Melissa was fairly sure Scott was deliberately giving her space to decide, and that he knew her well enough to know that pestering her would just make her say no.

She wasn’t sure him knowing her that well was a good thing, right now.

Two evenings later, while they were putting plates in the dishwasher, she said. “I need to know one thing.”

“Okay.”

“About the thing. From the other night.”

“I assumed.”

“So completely honest answer. Promise you won’t bullshit me, okay?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Of course.”

“I mean it. Even if I don’t like the answer now, I’ll like it a lot less if I find out it isn’t true.”

“Okay.”

“I’ll never forgive you if you lie, okay? It’s a big deal.”

“Yeah, Melissa. Shit. What is it?”

“Am I good?” she said.

He looked at her.

“At head,” she said. “Do I give good blowjobs.”

“Yeah, of course.”

“Really. Do I do the right things? Is there anything I could do better.”

“No, Melissa. You’re… I mean, you’re perfect. You’re good.”

“You have to say that.”

He looked at her.

“Now be honest. It doesn’t matter if it’s just you getting bad head for the rest of your life. If we’re going out and offering me to other people, I need to know.”

“Melissa, you’re good. You do it well.”

“Am I good enough this guy isn’t going to be disappointed.”

“Which guy?”

“Any guy. The guy we offer me to. Is he going to like it?”

“Sweetheart, yes.”

“More than okay? Like he won’t think it’s weird I’m offering?”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, some chick offers you a blowjob out the blue, you kind of assume she’s done it before and had a bit of practice.”

“I suppose.”

“So will I live up to that?”

“Do you give head like a slut, you mean?”

She glared at him, and thumped a plastic tray down on the bench. “I mean it.”

“Melissa, you’re fucking great.”

“I don’t believe that.”

“You’re good. You’re more than good enough for some guy we don’t even know.”

“Really?” she said, not sure why she cared so much. “You promise?”

“I swear.”

“Okay,” she said, and put a few more cups into the dishwasher. He was looking at her, not saying anything.

“What?” she said.

“Nothing.”

“I’m still deciding,” she said.

“Okay.”

“I’m almost there.”

He looked at her.

“You heard,” she said, and he grinned and kissed her.

*

The next night Melissa ended up working late. She got home after dark, walked into the kitchen, and found Scott already there, cooking.

“It’s almost ready,” he said.

“The thing,” she said. “Would you organize it? If I said yes, would you organize it all for me?”

“Yeah, of course. If you want me to.”

“Okay,” she said. “How?”

He put a lid on the saucepan and wiped his hands on a towel and leaned on the bench and looked at her. “I hadn’t really thought about it.”

“Your big fantasy and you hadn’t thought about it?”

“Not like that.”

“So think about it now. How does it work. How do you find this guy.”

“Ah,” Scott said. “Ask around, I suppose. Ask someone.”

“So ask one of your mates?”

“I suppose.”

“No way.”

He looked at her.

“I’m not blowing someone we know. I’m just not.”

“Okay. Fair enough.”

“So how?”

“Internet, I guess. There must be people into this kind of shit. A personal ad.”

Melissa thought. “Nope.”

“Why not?”

“You want me to suck some random’s cock without knowing anything about edirne escort bayan him? I’m not doing some loser who can’t get any except off the internet. Not a chance.”

“Okay, so what do you want to do?”

Melissa thought. “I don’t know. I’ll do it, I guess. If I’m going to. Pick someone up in a bar or something.”

“That’s not too much work?”

“What, hey, my boyfriend wants to watch me suck you off. Nah, I don’t think it’ll be that complicated.”

Scott grinned. “When?”

“Sometime. Let me think about it.”

*

They had sex again when they got into bed. That had been each night since this had started, and once in the morning too, yesterday, when Scott had followed Melissa into the shower.

On her knees, on the bed, being taken from behind, Melissa said, “I’ll do it.”

Scott stopped moving.

“Did you hear me?” she said. She turned her face a little, in case her voice had been muffled by pressing into the pillow.

“I heard you.”

“You still want to?”

“Ah, yeah. I do.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

“Really sure? Really completely fucking sure?”

“Yes.”

She nodded, and reached back and pulled him against her, and squeezed until he started moving again. There didn’t seem much else she needed to say, after that.

*

They went to a bar, after work, sat at a table and looked around. There were men here, a lot of men. Some with women, but many in groups or on their own. And many Melissa wouldn’t mind fucking, if this was years ago and she was single and on the prowl.

“What about him?” Melissa said.

“Okay.”

“Him?”

“Go on.”

She looked at him. “This really doesn’t bother you.”

“It doesn’t.”

“It should.”

“I know.”

“Him?” Melissa said.

“Pick one and hit on him.”

“Not him,” Melissa said. “I don’t know, he’s too…. Something.”

“When you’re ready.”

“I know. Probably not tonight.”

He just grinned at her and squeezed her hand.

She leaned over. “Another man’s penis, in my mouth,” Melissa said. “It’s quite a thing.”

“It is.”

“You know he’s going to be hot, right?”

“Yeah. I mean, I suppose…”

“I’m just saying. If I’m just blowing someone, not getting anything myself, it’s going to be someone hot. Someone so hot I’d just blow him anyway, just to have his cock in my mouth.”

Scott looked at her.

“I’m just checking you’ve thought of that. That it’s okay.”

“It’s okay.”

“Bigger cock. Hotter than you. Me with a ten.”

“I’m a ten.” After a moment he grinned. “Melissa, it’s okay. I’ve thought this. I want to.”

“Okay. I’m just checking.”

She went and got another drink, and said hi to a guy at the bar. He said hi back. She knew Scott was watching, and she almost stayed and flirted, but then changed her mind, got scared before she could, just picked up her drink and walked away.

She was almost sure she was going to, though. One day.

*

That night, instead of sex, she got Scott to stand up, and knelt on the bedroom floor in front of him, and sucked him off. She didn’t usually give him head kneeling in front of him, because she found it a bit degrading, but this was different. When he was done she spat his come back into her cupped hands and, still kneeling, looked up at him.

“What’s up?” he said.

“Think about this. Before we do it. Make sure you’re okay with it.”

“I am.”

“Me like this, kneeling in front of someone who isn’t you.”

“I know.”

“Another man seeing me naked.”

“You don’t have to be.”

She hadn’t actually thought of that, but it wasn’t really the point. “If you can’t deal with that, then maybe we shouldn’t…”

“I can deal with it.”

“Doing this,” she said, and licked the runny semen off her hand. Watched him while she swallowed it.

“Yeah,” he said.

“Grab my tits.”

He did, gently.

“Squeeze them. Like you own them.”

He did.

“Someone doing that. Someone pushing my head down on his cock. You’re okay with that?”

“I am.”

She looked up at him and he really did seem sure. She still didn’t understand. She really didn’t get this, and she wouldn’t have

“Okay,” she said. “Yes. I’ll do it.”

He kissed her.

“This is on you if it all goes to shit, though,” she said. “I mean it.”

He was grinning.

“I fucking mean it.”

“I know.”

He pulled her up onto the bed and ate her out and she made herself not come for as long as she possibly could, just to enjoy the moment.

Not that it mattered, as it turned out. He kept going after she had, and made her come again, and was acting like he’d planned to give her two to all along. Turned on by his fantasy, she thought.

*

Melissa decided that Saturday was the best night to do it. She spent the rest of the week nervous, and the whole weekend so horny she couldn’t think, and wondered what the fuck was wrong with her. She was only sucking some guy’s cock. It wasn’t like there was anything in it for her.

It wasn’t giving the blowjob itself, exactly. It was that she could have anyone, and have someone else, and have sex, and Scott didn’t mind. It was a strange and quite powerful thing.

She almost couldn’t wait until evening. She started getting ready early, taking her time, and Scott lay on the bed and watched her.

When she was done, she went and sat beside him. Just to make sure. “You really want me to do this?” she said.

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It’s a typical wet and rainy dreary Seattle Sunday. The clouds are a uniform grey. The rain is just thick enough that the trees are obscured by its fall. Light is diffused and soft, seems as though your eyes are just slightly out of focus. The blinds are open just enough to let enough light into the living room that there’s no need to turn on a light.

I let myself in, but you’re waiting in the entry, a soft exclamation of surprise; an intake of breath through the nose at the same time as a startled sigh escapes my lips and you laugh and you take me in your arms and with a kiss warmth envelopes me from head to toe. Your thumb reaches to that spot behind my ear and a giggle, sigh and moan escapes my lips all at once. My hand moves to the small of your back and your left hand moves to the small of mine, your fingers working the spaces in my spine.

Your right hand wraps from chin to the back of my neck and as you squeeze, my knees go weak, and I feel the warmth of juices beginning to flow from between my legs. My left hand grabs your side to keep me from falling and my right works its way to your hip, holding on and caressing.

You sense my unbalance and move me so my back is against the wall, your left leg between mine, your knee beginning to play against me. Your right hand still clutching my neck, holding me in place and up as my knees continue to buckle against the waves of heat, pleasure and excitement that course through me. Your left hand grabs my right hip and you begin to caress and work your thumb into the cavity of my hip.

My right hand moves from your hip, to inside the pocket of your pants, teasing through the thin cotton between me and your skin. Your hand moves close enough to feel the heat coming from between my legs and a small moan escapes your lips, you move to kiss my neck and I giggle, sigh and break away from you. You grab me by the wrist and the back of the neck and in one motion sweep me into your arms as our lips lock and tongues talk to each other through whispered sighs and moans.

You carry me to the couch, deciding at the last moment against it and move down the hallway to the bedroom. The door, partially open, swings easily and after a playful bite of my lower lip, you lightly toss me on the bed. I laugh and quickly scramble a little closer to the head of it before you drop next to me, again cupping my chin in your hand, your thumb tracing that spot behind my ear. A sighing moan escapes my lips and my head sways with the rush and waves of desire that float through me.

I lay on my left side, with my left arm under me. You on your right with your right arm under my head, bursa escort your right hand reaches up to grab the back of my neck. Instantly immobilized I moan and my left hand searches for you. Finding your pants pocket, again my fingers tease the area around your cock, searching for the head to play with.

Your mouth drops to my neck and kisses and small bites illicit moans and giggles from me. Your left hand moves to my hip and wanders its way up my side and under my sweater, over my breast, grabbing at my left breast through the cup of my bra; your fingers slide their way into the cup quickly pinching at my nipple on its way past; I giggle and your hand works its way back out under my sweater and traces its way back up to the hollow behind my ear it likes so much.

Our lips find each other again and our tongues intertwine and continue a conversation we can’t hear but can certainly feel.

My right hand moves across your back and to the small of it and to your hip and round the front to your inner thigh, my fingers trailing with just enough pressure to feel under your khaki pants. I trace a route from the top of your inner thigh as far down as I can reach without our lips detaching from one another.

My hand moves to the front of your pants and I play with the waistband, fingers moving along the just inside rim of pants and underwear. My left hand still in your pocket, fingers playing against near skin.

Your hand moves off my neck and down the front of my sweater, pushing me away just enough to give my right breast a squeeze through sweater and bra. Your hand moves to the waistband of my jeans and the buckle of my belt. Echoing my movements, your fingers play just inside the waistband of my jeans, until they reach the buckle of my belt.

Undoing the buckle and with one quick yank, as I raise my hips off the bed, slightly towards you, you pull the belt off and let it drop somewhere nearby.

I take this moment detach from the kiss, sit up, remove the sweater, dropping it somewhere to the left of the bed and fall back into your arms. Belt off, no sweater, bra and jeans. Our lips find each other again and you moan softly as your left hand finds the skin of my bare back. Caressing, your fingers play softly over my skin. Your mouth moves away from mine and you roll me to my stomach. Kisses cover my exposed skin. Soft and light. It’s hard to tell kiss from the feather touch of your fingers. Your right hand reaches to play with that spot behind my ear and as you squeeze the back of my neck and moaning sigh begins to emerge at exactly that moment your teeth close in on my çanakkale escort neck and the moaning sigh increases in pitch.

You undo my bra and work it out from under me and cup both breasts in your hands, kneading softly yet with some force as you hold me in place with the bite on the back of my neck. I cannot move; your bite is enough to keep me right where I am and as you straddle me from behind I simply let the waves of heat and lust wash over me. I can smell my own musk and as it mixes with yours desire wafts from the room and down the hall. Your hands run along my back and to my butt, they trace the outline of each buttocks and squeeze playfully.

I roll over. Now in classic missionary position, I’m on my back, breasts exposed and you’re above me. I reach for the front of you and you grab both of my hands, extending my arms above my head, pining me again as you kiss and softly nibble on my breasts and neck. Taking a nipple between your teeth you bite firmly but gently, rolling your tongue over the nipple, blowing on it slightly to remove the heat. An “oh my goodness” fills the room.

Your free hand reaches the front of my jeans, pops the button and pulls so the zipper drops on its own. As you move off of me you allow a small moan to escape your lips at the sight of the open jeans and the peak of panties beneath. Your begin to work the jeans off me and I oblige by lifting my hips off the bed towards you. I wiggle out of my jeans and they fall to the foot of the bed.

You have me pinned. Still.

I lay on my back in a pair of light purple panties. You are fully dressed. You begin to kiss again, starting at my neck. Kisses and light, lovely nibbles that extract moans and sharp intakes of breathe from me. My hips rise to meet you. You push them back to the bed, your fingers playing with the hip bone. Your fingers move to my inner thigh and I cry out, not a moan or a sigh, but a cry of pleasure which has no wordy equivalent. Your fingers caress that space just above the top of my panties, slipping just under and then out again. Teasing.

I want to reach down and take your cock in my hands. I want to tear my panties off. I am so hot and wet and the desire comes in waves that rack my body and cause my brain to short circuit.

Your fingers move my panties and as your lips move back to my mouth and our tongues start to talk again, your fingers play with my lower lips. Your middle finger plays with my clit. My clit so hard and standing up desires to be rubbed and pinched and it wants to be bitten like you bit the nipples. Your index and ring fingers play with each of çankırı escort the lips on either side of my vagina. They are swollen and wet, my juices flowing hot.

My cunt wants to feel your tongue in it. It wants your cock in it. It wants your fingers in it. It wants to be filled by you. Any part of you it can get.

I pull my hands out from yours and start to help you with your shirt and your pants. As your underwear comes off, I take your cock in my hands. I play with your balls with one hand and grab the shaft of your penis in the other. I move so that I can take your head in my mouth and as I do I feel your fingers inside my vagina.

I moan with the feel of you in me; mouth and cunt. My lips around the head of penis. My tongue plays with the rim around the edge of the head and my hand moves up and down the shaft. I giggle a little as you play with my lips and my clit and squirm as your fingers play inside my pussy. Eventually my jaw hurts a little (your head is larger than most) and we move again.

I put you on your back and straddle you. Your cock enters me with resistance at first, with slow rocking motions we are able to eventually get it all in and I am able to sit back on my knees, with you under me, hands holding my hips and helping to guide the pace of my up and down motion; I lean forward and as we kiss, the sliding of your cock into me slows and as I sit back up we rock together faster and faster. I can feel you all the way in me, filling me up and the walls of my cunt grab hold of your cock as I cum.

Lightning bolts and waves of energy and desire and warmth as my cunt squeezes your cock and sit back and let the waves take me. You grab my hips to keep me on you as I’m bouncing up and down on you, completely out of control, if we’re not careful I’ll bounce right off. Moans of ‘oh my goodness,’ ‘dear god,’ and ‘oh,’ fill the room. You reach up with one hand and grab a breast and the other reaches to play with my clit. Which prompts a giggle and I move your hand back to my hip.

In mid orgasm, you move me off you. I’m lying on my back and you’re on your knees. You roll me to my stomach and pull me onto my hands and knees and you enter me from behind. Your hand holds my lower back in place. The other pulls my hips towards you. I can feel your balls slap against my inner thigh as you slide in and out of me. You tease me a bit with the head of your cock and then grab both my hips and thrust so I can feel the head all the way up my cunt. You grab my ass and give a light spank and part of me whispers to myself, harder.

And you do.

You push and thrust and I rotate my hips and you reach forward and pull at my nipples and you bite my back and we are simply in lust.

You roll me back to my back and push my left leg as high up as it will go and your cock enters my hot wet, slick cunt and we cum together and as we do the world stops and it’s just you and me and this.

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My Feather Girl Ch. 05b – For the world to see.

LEGALESE: Don’t read this if you are underage, if it is illegal in your area, if it is offensive to you, or if you cannot distinguish fiction from reality. This is a work of fiction.

All sexually active characters are above the age of consent on their planet of origin.

Many thanks go to RF-Fast and thor_pf for editing and polishing. Any bad grammar left is wholly on me and my artistic style… and a strong reliance on spell check.

Copyright (c) 2018 by Acup

A word of warning, I write good stories, I hope, with some decent sex in them. If you’re looking for a stroker look somewhere else.

The disclaimers have been moved to the end of the story for my ADD readers.

This is the story of a young woman who has been keeping company with a rather pathetic guy who has succeeded in warping her sense of what a ‘normal’ relationship and sex should be. It’s about her finding an average young man and her learning that what she thought she knew really isn’t so, then slowly working through to what should be a normal relationship and coming to terms with it. Finally coming to be a lovely woman who doesn’t hide her body and eventually begins to enjoy and even revel in being looked at.

___

I REALLY HATE ALARM CLOCKS! It seemed like I had just fallen asleep, but the clock said ten thirty pm. This was going to be a long night.

And Betty wasn’t going to be much help. A loose sleeveless top with large arm holes and low neckline over a long skirt that had TWO Velcro strips on each side. The only part of the skirt that actually physically connected front to back was the elastic strip at the waist and she had it pulled up as high as she could, almost to her belly button. She snickered as she demonstrated the large tuck in the back between her cheeks.

Going to have to christen Hank’s new shop tonight!

At least I was going to get a bit of a break from the floor, and Samuel said he was going to make my ‘hiring’ official Friday. There were ten other candidates for the position, but when he added training and board repair to the specifications I was locked in. And because I had a few things moved or misplaced doing repairs I was getting official approval to move my repair bench into the storage closet around the corner.

Now moving the repair set up from the shop to the storage room sounds simple, but we all know moving is anything but.

First off I had to move our special stack of bases out of the way so I could move a section of shelving up near the outlets for power, that necessitated emptying them to be able to move them. So I had stuff spread all over out in the hall.

“So are you actually making any progress down here?”

I looked over to see Betty leaning against the wall facing me. Her top pulled aside to bare her pierced nipple right above her crossed arms blocking the view from the security cameras and her leg kicked out in the long slit in her skirt, not quite putting her pussy in view.

“You’re ornery woman.”

Betty smiled and pulled the skirt open to show her pussy and a bit of a sheen on her wet thigh, “No, this is ornery.” She did at least run her finger through her pussy and wiped it on my lips before she left.

I had it mostly finished by late break. I did have to move a few things on the other side of my shelf / work bench though. Seems I had to have the back side accessible so Betty could get under the bench while I was sitting there working.

Fuck that’s not nice! Feeling my zipper go down and anticipating her lips around my cock while I sit on the stool. And I couldn’t see it, but it sounded like she had her fingers going in her pussy while she was sucking me down. I had a death grip on the edge of the bench as I unloaded down her throat. Barely staying upright as she pulled back and milked the last of my cum from my cock.

Betty came around the end of the shelving with a big grin. “Yeah, that will do,” as she wiped a big dollop of my cum from her cleavage and licked it from her finger.

I sat there trying to catch my breath, forgetting for a bit I was hanging out of my slacks under the bench. Betty’s uniform pants modification sure was handy though!

We were headed home, Betty leaned against me, my hand on her bare tit, her halter top pulled outside her tits letting me play with either one as I desired. Made me wish I had one hand for driving and two to play with her chest.

Betty was lightly tracing her finger on my hand playing with her tit. “Do we have anything planned for Saturday?”

“Just putzing around, lots of little things, but nothing special. Why?”

“Shauntane and Zack were thinking about stopping out.”

Shauntane! That would be sooo terrible to get a better look at those monsters. “Zack is her husband right? Don’t know if I’ve ever met him.”

“He works soft count. Big guy, we kid them they should switch departments.”

“Well at least we have the next day off if things drag out.” Sunday and escort arnavutköy Monday were our days off.

“Mmmmmmm,” as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and finger. “They probably won’t make it out until around lunch. Hard count works about a half a shift off from everybody else. Figured it would work out okay for Saturday.”

Betty walked to the house, her clothes coming off, what there was of them at least. Halter untied as she got out of the truck and deposited on the railing. Skirt pushed past her hip as she turned in front of the door letting it puddle around her ankles.

Betty put one hand behind my neck to hold me tight for a deep kiss while the other dropped my zipper and reached in for my hard cock. “You know I only got a taste of this last night,” as she led us into the house.

“And you think you need more than a taste do you?” as I cupped her ass and slid a finger between wet lips to her clit.

Betty moaned as I got a good grip on her ass. “Definitely,” Leading me by my cock sticking out of my pants to the couch. She just sat back and spread her legs drawing me right up to her wet pussy.

I just kept on going sinking balls deep in her.

“Fuuuuccckkkk…” she groaned.

“Okay,” grinning as I took ahold of her ankles and pinned them up to the back of the couch. A squeak and a grin was all the permission I needed. I just plain fucked my woman. Getting just the right rhythm to bounce her back into the cushions and back onto my cock, letting the cushions do most of the work to slap her deep onto my cock.

Saturday morning when we got home Betty was scurrying around, a quick meal and picking up around the house, getting everything ready to put on the grill later. About ten thirty a white escalade came down the driveway. Now Shauntane was not a small girl, but Zack. He had to be at least six four and all of two hundred pounds if not two fifty.

Of course I never even noticed her HUGE chest moving under that t-shirt. It wouldn’t have even occurred to me to look. Noooo never!

I almost laughed when Betty and Shauntane hugged, short skinny flat chested white woman and large huge chested black woman. It was in a word, HOT!

The girls disappeared into the house while I got the grill going and chatted with Zack.

Zack stopped mid-sentence, and I did the same when I turned. There was Betty and Shauntane, in bikinis!

Now part of it was I hadn’t seen Betty in a bikini that big since our first visit. It actually had decent sized string to it, and the back was more than an elastic string between her cheeks.

But Shauntanes was… MAN! A dark chocolate black woman, probably an E or F cup chest with a small C cup bikini. FUUUUCCCCKKKK! That day glow orange set off all the more by her dark chocolate skin. And the way her equally large nipples were popping out there was definitely no lining in that top.

Now Betty’s bikini was no slouch either. She didn’t get out that micro bikini she wore the last day we were here the first time, but it wasn’t much more. A tiny triangle that only covered about half of her mound with a lovely little bit of camel toe. The top had been retied as strapless, letting a nice bit of upper and lower tit show. Mmmmm, and the nicest hint of nipple ring.

I held my arm out to draw her to me, squeezing a nicely almost bare cheek and giving her a nice kiss. “You look good enough to eat.”

Betty ground her hip against my growing hard on, “I’ll hold you to that later.”

I slipped my fingers inside her bottom and stroked her rosebud, still a trace of lube from putting her plug in last night. I pushed just the tip of my finger into her ass, “Promises, promises,” as she let out a soft groan.

She pulled away with a grin, “And just for that I’m not going to let you oil me up, you’ll just have to watch Shauntane do me.” That being said as she walked with hips swaying to the lounger, her bikini bottom still pushed to the crack of her ass on one side from my playing and her not taking any notice of it or the looks from Zack.

I looked at Shauntane peeling away from Zack, her nipples even more pronounced, turning to follow Betty with her bottom also trying to find its way between her cheeks.

“They can be pure evil sometimes…”

Zack snickered and grinned, “Yeah, I don’t know how we put up with it.”

We both just stood there a bit watching them oil up, glistening in the mid-day sun. And BOTH of them teasing by oiling up their tits under their bikini tops like they were stroking their nipples.

Betty had just finished oiling her mound and moaning. “You going to put the food on the grill or are we going to eat it raw?”

I know what I was in the mood to eat raw.

I was just getting the burgers going and letting my cock settle down when Betty just stoked the fire.

“Hey Zack,” she called out. “You wouldn’t mind it if we got rid of a few tan lines would you?”

I looked over and Betty had undone istanbul escort kızları the string between her tits just holding it with one hand. Shauntane had her neck string undone and was ready to pull the cups down to bare her tits.

Zack started to turn to me.

“Don’t look at him, I already know his answer,” as she let the top separate a bit more, it was barely hanging on her nipples now with the top of her pink areola clearly showing. Shauntane hadn’t gotten quite that brave, but her nipples were standing up nice and proud.

Zack gulped, then looked at Shauntane grinning. “Well I guess that would be okay.”

Betty just smiled and quickly disposed of her top throwing it at me. I just smiled and tucked it on my pocket leaving the strings hanging out. She lay back cupping and squeezing a bit before lying back with an even bigger grin.

DAMN SHAUNTANE! What kind of monster dick is Zack hiding in there?

Shauntane wasn’t quite as enthusiastic, she kept her top beside her, but did tease Zack a bit making sure they were still properly oiled. And even in the mid-day heat, her nipples still stood proud in the middle of some huge areola.

Somehow with all that loveliness in front of us we managed not to burn the burgers and brats. Call it luck. I called lunch, and Betty jumped up and grabbed some plates getting everybody started. Shauntane was going to reach for her top, but Betty grabbed her hand and led her to the table.

I do love my fiancé, but those swinging monsters of Shauntane’s were not to be ignored, and Zack seemed to be taking a nice interest in Betty’s small chest and nipple ring, of which she seemed to be showing off a bit.

We had just started to eat, Betty sitting up proud while Shauntane was hunched a bit, her nipples barely above the edge of the table, when we heard a vehicle coming down the drive way.

We all turned to see the mail truck coming down the driveway.

Shauntane quickly raised her arm across her tits, her forearm barely covering her large areola. But she gasped when Betty got up and walked across the deck to meet Gregory still topless, and her bottom had pulled together to a thong in the back and the front had done its best to get between her lips.

“Afternoon Gregory.”

“Afternoon Betty,” handing her a small stack of letters and advertisements. “Having a bit of a get together?”

“Kinda,” going through the mail pulling out the important stuff. “Some friends from work. Getting rid of our tan lines.”

Gregory chuckled, “Now I know you’re pulling my leg.” He paused a moment glancing toward the table and waving. “You folks have a nice afternoon.”

Betty turned and stood for just a second with her back to him, then walked with a very exaggerated hip swing back to the table. After a few steps Gregory turned to get in his truck and headed back down the road.

Betty had sat down with Shauntane staring wide mouthed at her. “I can’t believe you did that. Standing there with your boobs out for him to drool over! He’s probably down at the end of the drive jacking off to it!”

Betty smiled, “Na, Gregory wasn’t staring at my boobs, he’s an ass man. Now if we’d stood in front of him and mooned him, then yeah, he might be jacking off to the sight of that.”

Mmmmm, now Hank looking at my boobs, that’s a different story…

Zack snorted his pop out his nose then started coughing and hacking. Shauntane looked lovely standing up to pat his back to help. Those tits can really get to swing when she lets them.

The conversation was a bit subdued for a bit, but picked back up as the girls were talking about the little things going on at work. Zack and I interjected only as necessary as we watched two animated girls using hands at they talked, said hand movement causing some nice swaying of tits, even a few nice jiggles from Betty and she wasn’t usually that animated.

We cleaned up after lunch, letting the girls get back to the seriousness of tanning. The early afternoon sun necessitating them turning the loungers toward us giving us an almost straight up between the legs view.

When we came out of the house we both stopped. Shauntane was leaning over Betty’s back applying oil, her tits having a gentle motion and the wiggle of her ass letting her bottom settle nicely between her cheeks. That was followed by Shauntane lying down, her big tits flattening out and bulging way beyond her sides as Betty leaned over her to do her back.

Mmmmm, Betty leaned over, her little bottom having somehow gotten even further up between her cheeks like a micro thong. Her oiling Shauntane giving her little tits some nice movement and her pierced nipple and ring even a little more.

We sat and ogled our women, only making the barest necessity of conversation lest it detract from the vision in front of us.

“I can’t believe you did that.”

“Did what?”

“Walked up to the mailman with your boobs hanging out.”

“He wasn’t really looking at escort bahçeşehir my boobs.” Shauntane snorted. “Okay yeah, he looked at my boobs just to be nice. But all he really wants to do is look at my butt. Was probably disappointed I had my bottoms on.”

“WHAT! You mean you’ve done that before?”

“Mmmm, we only see him on Saturdays. The rest of the week we’re in bed when he gets here in the afternoon. But the other ladies keep him occupied.”

“Other ladies?” she asked rolling to her side a bit to look at me.

I just smiled at the time he came up the drive at Linda’s when we were having a get together with the group. “Mmmm hmmm, there are a few of us on his route that tease him a bit. He calls himself a ‘menopause widower’, said he saw it in one of the ladies magazines.”

I sighed feeling a little sorry for him. “The story I got was she hit menopause and quit putting out more than a few times a year. But he’s a faithful married man, so between him looking at some of the magazines’ he delivers and a few of us letting him ogle, he stays sane.”

Shauntane giggled, “I don’t know if I could stay sane only getting it a few times a week much less a few times a year.” She paused a bit, “And Hank doesn’t mind?”

“Doesn’t seem to, but then the first time he saw me was when Chester and Linda were here so it was a decent intro.”

“Was she…”

I grinned at the memory of that day. “Yeah, we don’t usually wear anything around here. And Gregory is coming down the driveway a bit slow. I was a bit nervous at someone I didn’t know seeing me like that, but Linda just stood there and introduced us. Then she had me go get a glass of water for Gregory.”

“What’s that got to do with it?”

“I didn’t know Gregory was an ass man, and I still had my crystal plug in.”

“YOUR WHAT! You mean you take him… you let him…”

Well I hadn’t intended to get into that, but in for a penny in for a pound. “Mmm hmmm.” I grinned at the memory of Hank filling my ass last night before we went in to work.

“Oh that’s just plain nasty.”

“No, I mean with the pencil dick I was with before Hank it was the only way I could feel anything. He was about the size of a roll of quarters when he was hard, and that’s insulting to a roll of quarters, more like a roll of nickels.”

Shauntane snorted, “Oh you’re baaaad.”

“Oh no, he was baaad. Hell the first time I had Hank in my puss I thought he would split me open.”

“And you still let him put it in your… backside?”

I sighed, “Mmmm, that first time was a bit intense. Fuck that, it just plain hurt at first. But after a few seconds it was the most intense feeling. Feeling his big dick go where no man had gone before.”

“Sounds like a bad SciFi show,” she snickered.

I giggled, “Nooo, a good one, but the way he filled me, DAMN. And feeling him cum in my ass, ain’t nothin’ like it. Walking around with his load in me and my metal plug… Almost makes me cum again thinking about it, his load and the plug each just out of sync with my steps.” I just clenched my ass and groaned. I was a hair trigger away from cumming.

“Damn girl, ain’t no way I’m gonna let Zack near my ass and you got me wet thinking about it.”

My turn to snicker, “Means you need to do some more thinking about it. Hell if you guys weren’t here right now I’d be spreading my cheeks and getting Hank to drive that delicious dick in my ass until he fills me to overflowing.”

“Damn girl…”

“And since all this talk of Hank’s dick had me tingling, I think it’s time to roll over and really tease the boys.”

“Can’t tease them any more than we are, ain’t nothing left to take off.”

“Sure there is,” tugging on the side string of my bottoms.

“I can’t do that!”

“Well we can always pull them down a bit.” And I proceeded to do just that as I turned over, giving the string between my cheeks a good pull. Having the double effect of pulling it nice and sung against my ass as the front pulled deeper between my lips as it bared the top of my mound. If I gave it even the slightest more of a tug the top of my slit would be visible.

“Slut,” Shauntane said as I lay back, lifting and spreading my knees just a little.

“Anytime anywhere for Hank,” I said before raising my voice. “Hey honey?” I called out to Hank, then glaring at Shauntane and then her crotch to follow my example.

She sighed and pulled her bottoms down a bit, but not quite as far.

“Yes dear.”

“I think I’m a little over due for a shave, what do you think?” I asked as I ran my finger back and forth across my mound just above my bottoms.

Zack and I had actually been talking enough to have missed the turn of the oiled ladies, but the sight in front of us stopped us both cold.

Oiled and reclined, knees slightly up and bikinis’ barely covering pussies. Betty lightly stroking her mound while Shauntane just resting her hand on her thigh. The most beautiful pair of camel toes with what I hoped were wet crotches and not just oiled ones.

And even with those monster tits and huge nipples beside her, I couldn’t take my eyes off of Betty on display for me. “You’re evil woman, next thing you’re going to tell me is you want me to do it again.”

“Well it just works soooo much better with you doing it instead of just watching me do it.”

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At that point, I should have gotten back in my car and driven away. Instead, I followed him inside and slipped off my coat, hanging it on the familiar row of hooks behind the door. I was surprised to see that a worn sweater of mine still hung there.

The interior of the trailer was tidy and newly furnished. Decorations and touches of color had been added. It looked neat, comfortable, and inviting. I sat on the new couch, which was good quality and very comfortable.

“Where’s Cheryl?” I persisted.

Mike rummaged in the refrigerator and brought out two cans of beer. “She’s gone. She tried to trap me into marrying her.”

“Trap you?”

“She quit taking her birth control and didn’t tell me. She made me fuck her until she was pregnant. She thought she’d trap me into marrying her.”

“She made you have sex with her?” I would have said ‘fuck’ a year ago, but I no longer felt comfortable talking that way around Mike. “You always wanted to have your…I mean, you know what you always wanted.”

“Oh, I remember. I remember real well. But she wasn’t any good at it.” He handed me a can of beer and took a long swallow of his own. “She complained and choked all the time–“

“I don’t really want to hear it,” I said.

“Fucking was the only thing she knew how to do.”

“So she got pregnant and you kicked her out.”

“Her parents took her in. They said they never would, but they’re her parents, right? Now I’m on my own. In a month, I’m off to basic training, but there’ll be no one at home waiting for me.”

“Why did you fix up the trailer if you’re going away soon?”

“I hoped I could talk you into coming back and living here. You know, when it was good, we had it really good. It can be that way again.”

I didn’t remember it being good. Perhaps for the two or three months after we were married. After that, it was a pervasive sense of entrapment and sometimes terror. Not to mention escort başakşehir a daily mouthful of Mike’s jizz.

“Mike, I’ve got to go.”

I moved to get up, but he went to his knees in front of me so I couldn’t help but look into those brilliant eyes. But their challenging gaze had been replaced by a shadow of fear. I remembered how I sometimes loved the hold he had over me, even when the results were tearful and even painful, I remembered how strong he was and how he once dominated my every action.

“RoseAnn, I want to win you back. But I’m going away and I might be killed. I might end up like Don Whitten. Will you give me something just one more time?”

“I…I…don’t know.” I hated myself for weakening. This wasn’t fair to Craig, and it wasn’t fair to myself. But Mike’s eyes made it impossible to refuse him outright, or even to look away. “What do you want?”

“Anything. But what I really need is what you were so good at. You know what I mean.”

Yes, I knew what he meant. I wanted to say no. But my mouth opened and no words came.

He clutched at my wrists. “Do you want me to spell it out? Please suck my cock, RoseAnn. That’s how you used to show you loved me. I need to remember it while I’m away. And I need someone to remember me if anything happens.”

I stood up, but he rose with me, still holding my hands. “RoseAnn, please.” He kissed me. I couldn’t help myself. I was aroused in spite of myself, and I kissed him back. He moved his hands to my shoulders and bore down gently. I sank to my knees without struggling.

He sobbed, “I think about you all the time.”

I tried to stand up again, but he wound his hands in my hair and pulled my face against his crotch. He sobbed, loudly. He was crying! I’d never heard him cry before. I felt wetness on my face; I was crying, too. He turned my cheek against his jeans so I could istanbul escort bayanları feel his erection. “Please, RoseAnn.” It was a mournful, desperate plea.

My hands, on their own volition, came up and loosened his belt and zipper. I pulled his pants down to his knees. The tip of his cock protruded from the leg of his briefs, and I remembered how long and thick it was, and how it filled my mouth. I kissed the silken tip while I fumbled for the elastic waistband of the briefs. I pulled them down until the beautiful organ swung free, and watched in wonder as it continued to swell to full size.

“Yes, lover, that’s the way,” he whispered. His hands still clutched at my hair, but he relaxed them so I could rear my head and take his magnificent cock in my mouth. I closed my eyes and took the glans between my lips. I wanted to take it slow, making love to every inch, but he thrust hard until the tip touched the back of my throat. My lips were stretched nearly to the point of pain. The great organ throbbed like a living animal.

I was momentarily conscious of wetness between my legs, and a drop of moisture trickling down my thigh.

He groaned aloud. I opened my eyes again and saw the tangle of black hair at the root of his cock. I looked up into his eyes, their blue irises dull and glazed at this moment, as if he were in a trance. His hips began to move, to thrust. At each stroke, he touched the back of my throat. My tears flowed down to my lips and even onto his cock, and I tasted them with each stroke. From long habit, I brought my tongue into play at this point, dragging it slowly back and forth across the underside of his shaft.

“Oh my God, RoseAnn, what did I ever do to make you go away? I must have been crazy. I love you, RoseAnn. It’s been so long–uh!”

The climax of this dance of sex was still familiar to me. The tip swelled against my palate in escort eyüp the first, dry contraction. Then he grunted again, and hot fluid gushed into my throat. My reflexes were still perfect, and I swallowed in time to avoid choking, and swallowed again, and swallowed again, taking each hot jet down my throat as it was delivered.

An orgasm, not strong, but very real, shuddered through me at this most intimate moment.

Almost immediately it was over, and I became aware of where I was and what I’d done. Mike, sighing noisily, let go of my hair. I sank down and sat on the floor. His pants were piled around his feet, his underwear on top. His softening cock poked from under his shirt. He looked ridiculous. A drop of semen fell on my wrist, and I became aware of the taste of his jizz. It was easy to ignore in the frenzy of his orgasm–and mine–but afterward, it tasted like I’d rinsed my mouth with bleach.

I felt sick to my stomach. It wasn’t the semen I’d just swallowed, or its foul taste. As much as I loathed it, swallowing his come had never actually made me sick. It was the sheer tawdriness of what I’d done. It was only a small step above offering my mouth to an unwashed bum in a bus station toilet. And I’d actually had an orgasm, which sealed my humiliation.

“Oh, Jesus, RoseAnn. That was so good. I’ve missed it more than you can imagine. I love you.”

I didn’t say anything. I wanted to take a shower, even though I knew I’d still feel dirty afterward. I was going to feel dirty forever. I’d ignored my debt to Craig, which so far I’d cheerfully paid with fidelity and the domination he needed. Now I’d gone and fucked that up, too.

Without taking the time to wipe himself, Mike pulled up his pants and fastened his belt. “Was it just my imagination,” he said, “or did you come, too?”

“No, I didn’t,” I lied, without looking up. “You’re going away. I wanted to make it worth remembering, that’s all. It isn’t going to happen again, not ever.”

“But I fixed this place up for you.”

“I see that, but you and I have been over for a year now. We’re still over, and it will stay that way.” I stood up and found the can of beer, and used the last of it to wash away the taste of his jizz.

“Can I write to you from Viet Nam?”

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After a decadent weekend of mostly eating chocolate and making love, my friend had to return to Perth last night and I have to go to work today.

It’s been one of those days…I just knew I should of ducked down under that doona and totally forgotten about coming to work today.

I think I’m suffering from Mondayitis and to make things worse, there’s hardly anyone at the office today.

You see tomorrow’s a public holiday so most people took a four day weekend. It’s pretty much just me on reception taking messages.

I sit here day dreaming about the lovemaking we shared over the weekend, and that jar of chocolate paint she bought me for Easter.

Gosh, you know, I simply lost count of how many times we came over the weekend. Mmmm, smiling to myself, I do know that she made me cum in every room my apartment. On the floor, the sofa, the kitchen bench top, in the bath. Everywhere. Even on the washing machine.

The phone rings and my mind comes back to work. But work isn’t where I want to be today.

I take a message. I click onto Literotica and read a couple of stories. As I’m reading I answer a couple of calls.

Reading and thinking about the things we did on the weekend makes my pussie tingle. I pull up my skirt and pull my panties aside. My fingers go to work with the sweet juices already forming on my lips.

But, I’m not thinking of her anymore. I’m thinking of my boyfriend who’s been away for a month.

He’ll be returning escort türbanlı to my apartment today while I’m at work.

As my fingers play with my clit, I’m imagining how his tongue will feel on this very spot tonight. I moan softly thinking that tonight, I’ll be able to make the fantasy that’s been in my head for weeks come to life.

I moan again thinking how he’ll make me cum with his tongue. Mmmm, for sure, better than I’m about to cum now.

Just then, the phone rings again. It’s my boss. I’m panting a little. He asks if I’m ok. Says I sound funny. I tell him everything is fine and no, we are not busy at all. He thanks me for coming in and tells me to turn on the answering machine and take the rest of the day off.

I hang up, turn on the answering machine, flick the switch so the lift won’t open on this floor and totally make myself cum. Just as I’m pulling myself together and catching my breath, the other two people that were in come out and say the boss called them and said they could go home.

I go to the bathroom, remove my panties and put them in my bag.

My pussie, shaved by my girlfriend, feels so smooth and alive today and I want to be able to touch and taste her as I drive home.

I call my apartment and he answers. Oh goody, he’s home already.

I hear the jets of the spa in the background as he drawls about it being a long flight and needing to relax and unwind. Hmmm….the escorts istanbul spa. Perfect. That’s exactly where my fantasy begins.

Please, let me share my fantasy with you as I drive home to fulfil it.

I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long…..of stripping off slowly as you watch me, raising my leg and stepping into the tub, giving you a stunning view of my totally bare pussie.

Of sitting on your lap and kissing you deeply, hungrily, passionately as you fondle my breasts and tug at my nipples.

Of fondling your hard cock. Of getting him to rock hard.

Of you sitting on the edge of the tub with me on my knees in that hot, bubbly water.

Of my hand being wrapped around your hard cock, while the other fondles your balls, as I lean forward and take my first lick.

Of licking you up and down, just like a lollipop.

Licking around your smooth head, down along the full, thick length of your cock right down to your balls. Hot, heavy with fullness of that tasty creamy stuff I can’t wait to taste and back up along that sexy shaft.

Right now this dream feels so real.I’m so excited. Feeling my pussie, and let me tell you, she’s tingling at the thought of taking your cock into my mouth.

My tongue swirls around the head and I suck you in.

I hear you moan and I suck a little harder.

I hear you moaning again, whispering my name.

I feel your hands on my head, your escort olgun fingers in my hair. Your hips buck up pushing your cock further into my mouth as I suckle on him. I look down at my body, my nipples hard with excitement.

My hand slides from your balls, moving towards my smooth mound down to my tingling clit.

Mmmmm, I slide a finger inside my pussie as my tongue swirls around your cock, all while I’m looking up into your eyes.

How does it feel now that you’ve got me, a sexy naked woman tucked in between your thighs, your fingers tucked into my hair, your cock buried in my mouth as I look up into your eyes and grin before we both let loose and lose control?

Me making love to that cock I adore with my mouth and tongue, just waiting to feel you spurt your creamy passion into my mouth.

You bucking your hips, caressing my head as you fuck my sexy, wild mouth. Moaning, calling my name as I fondle your balls and continually suck all of you in, loving every moment of it.

And then I feel the first spurt as you call out my name, then another as you moan, another as your body begins to shudder, and another as I swallow it all.

Your hands loosen their grip on my hair.

Another spurt as your body continues to shudder in shock and pleasure from the power of this orgasm I have just bought out in you.

You caress my head, my shoulders as your cock slides from my mouth and you slide back down into the hot tub, taking me into your arms.

Once again, I am on your lap as you try to regain your breath.

Kissing my eyes, my nose, my lips.

Licking up that drop of your cream I missed a few seconds ago as I licked my lips and your hand slides in between my thighs.

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I never expected it to happen. I had visited the in-law’s home to drop off some wood for my father in law, but he wasn’t in. However, my mother-in-law was.

I took the wood around the back, and when I had finished, she invited me in for a drink.

While the kettle was boiling, I noticed that she was still in her T-shirt that she wears in bed. She had a bathrobe on, and this T-shirt but that was all. As I sat down, she sat opposite me, and started asking how my day was going. As it turned out, my day had finished earlier than I had planned by the fact that the offices had suffered floods, and we had all been given the day off. My mother in law had invited the wife and I over for a meal that evening, but said that we could turn up anytime, as she would be in all day. My wife was still at work, and would escort tesettürlü be for another 5-6 hours. It was while I was thinking about this, that my mother in law noticed that I had gotten my shirt dirty.

“Do you want a fresh one?” she asked. I replied that I preferred not to borrow shirts, as I tended to forget to return them. “In that case”, she said, “let me wash it for you,” and she started to undo the buttons on the front of my shirt. As she did so, I looked into her eyes, and noticed that she was looking back into mine.. a deeper emotion was there, and I couldn’t work it out. Finally she removed the shirt, and took it from me and put it into the washing machine. Now I was topless. She turned around and smiled in a way that I must admit started istanbul escort girls to turn me on. She then commented on how hot it was, and started to remove her bathrobe.

It was then that I noticed her figure for the first time. 36D and a figure to long for. As it was a night dress, she wore not bra, but her breasts seemed firm enough to hold their own. Her nipples, I noticed were starting to protrude through the top, and something stirred in the depths of my lap. She looked at me, while I tried to adjust my sitting position, and as I struggled to hide the evident growth, and smiled again. She then took me by complete surprise.

As she sat there, she slowly, and methodically opened her legs. This made matters worse for me, because it was then that I noticed escort özbek that she wore nothing underneath her night attire. My cock was now at full alert, but I was still stuck as to how to approach this. Here was my mother-in-law trying to seduce me, and here I was getting caught in the seduction.

She looked at me, smiled again, and asked if I liked the view from where I was sitting. I just squeaked a reply, and kept looking at her shaven pussy. Next she got up and walked over. Kneeling in front of me, she started to undo my trousers. As she did this, she slowly licked her lips, and caressed her nipples.

When she removed my underwear, she released my hard cock into the open. She took one look, stood up, and sat down on it, slamming her body onto it’s length.

As I caressed her breasts through her T-shirt, she gyrated and continually slammed her body on my cock. I could feel the wave of emotion building up inside of me. Before I knew it, I was ready to explode.

She smiled at me, once more, and made a huge effort to make me cum. Without appreciating what we were doing, I planted the seed that made my sister- in – law.

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Katherine took her time, re-reading through the initial interactions between the lawyer and her supposedly guilty client. The author had taken great pains to detail the interactions between the two main characters. Their meetings bristled with sexual tension, and the heat of the story flowed from the pages. Through her fingers and up Katherine’s arms, her body began to hum rhythms of lust. Katherine began to shift her legs and squirm slightly as she re-read the first sexual encounter between the lawyer and client. The detailed description of the lawyer and client’s tongues dancing together in her office. It always made her a little self conscious that she became so turned on by reading such lascivious material, but never so self conscious that she would stop. Her breathing quickened as her eyes feasted on the details of the sexy young lawyer having her business suit peeled off in her office. As the lawyer was hoisted up on the desk, Katherine slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her sport shorts. She could feel the warmth radiating between her lips as she gently stroked the small, soft mound of hair just above her pussy. As she gently scratched her and rubbed the soft, short locks of hair, she slowly extended her middle finger. Phrases such as nipples sucked and pinched, deep thrusts and moans, and stroking the shaft flashed before her eyes as she inched her finger between her swollen lips, feeling them moist and ready. She rubbed them for a moment and purred, taking a second to picture the scene.

The smell of a heavy oak desk and of a man in the late summer evening, the feel of hard wood against human flesh, the taste of another’s tongue….she began to move her hips and squirm. She parted her legs lightly and probed her longest digit in, just a bit at first, then deeper. She whimpered softly and brought her wet finger out to give her clit some attention…..it felt so good. God it felt soooo good. Katherine’s heart was racing as she read how the young lawyer assumed control and mounted her client in the high-backed leather chair. Katherine plunged two fingers into her now sopping pussy, and whimpered quietly with pleasure.

Then, BAM! An aggressive, intrusive sound burst into her consciousness and broke the aroused spell she was under. The clamor of a heavy car barreling up the slight slope of their driveway rudely shook Katherine back to reality.

What the FUCK is that? Katherine thought angrily as she jerked her hand from her now swollen pussy. But of course, she already knew. The rumbling of the oversized American made engine. The erratic squeak of the tires as the obviously impaired driver slammed the car to a halt and accidentally elbowed the horn as he…. of course it was a he, stumbled out of the vehicle. Katherine had heard this routine about a dozen times before, listening as Tony climbed out of the car three stories below. Tony was home, and he was ready to crawl into bed with Stephanie. He probably had a) been turned down by too many random women at the bar and was sufficiently horny to resort to plain old familiar sex with his loving girlfriend and, or b) had sated his fill of booze and fraternizing with his buddies and was ready for a nightcap, Or c) was just drunk and needed to pass out and their place was closer than his apartment to whatever bar he had his last drink.

FUCK THIS. Katherine fumed as she swung out of bed and of the bedroom door, then down the hall to Stephanie’s room. She was not going to let this happen. Not tonight. She opened her friend’s bedroom door abruptly without knocking. Katherine had clearly heard the TV on as she approached Stephanie’s bedroom door and assumed she was still awake. But Stephanie was out cold. The wine and emotion had overtaken her. Katherine also saw the foil wrapper of a sleeping pill on the nightstand, which no doubt finished her off. Stephanie lay there curled up on her side, snoring gently as re-runs of a 90’s sitcom played out quietly a few feet away. There was no point now trying to rally her friend to stand up for herself. Stephanie would offer little to no resistance in her present state and would further be too tired or hungover the next day to summon any strength to argue. Tony would offer a few cursory apologies, start in with the smooth talk, and then they’d make up in a whirlwind of passionate sex.

Not tonight. Katherine thought determinedly. She’d been interrupted TWICE now- and her boyfriend wasn’t even home! All she wanted was a little fucking peace so she could enjoy her trashy novel and rub out a nice “O” or two. But instead she had to be the shoulder to cry on and relationship mediator, and a metaphorical cold shower was her only reward. FUCK THIS SHIT, she muttered.

Katherine narrowed her eyes and bounded determinedly out of the room and down the stairs towards the living room. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to tell that lying, cheating, inconsiderate bastard to get the fuck out of her house and hit the road. Stephanie sure as hell wasn’t going to do it. Katherine was just coming down the last flight of stairs when she heard him approach the outside door and slide his key escort sınırsız in the lock. She started walking towards the front door when the deadbolt turned, and the door swing open. There, looking drunk, weary and stupid with a grin on his face, stood Tony. He immediately started in on the charm.

“Oh, heyyyy Kat- you’re up late..” but she cut him off. In a hushed shout, Katherine unloaded.

“NO. NO. NO! You are NOT doing this again Tony. Not tonight!” Katherine walked boldly up to him with her pointer finger extended sharply at him and her other hand secured at her hip.

“What? What the hell do you mean?” Tony answered, incredulous. Of course he knew what she meant. This may have been the first time she had confronted him, but he knew Katherine wasn’t his biggest fan. She often addressed him condescendingly, which Tony took for her being stuck up.

“You know exactly what I mean. Treating Stephanie like shit….like a disposable plaything! Then coming over here drunk at an ungodly hour trying to make up and get laid. Well, not tonight Tony. Just turn your ass around and go home!” Katherine was doing her best to contain her anger and not shout. She felt the blood rush to her face, then the adrenaline course through her veins as Tony closed the front door and squared to face her.

“Look Kat,” Tony began evenly with his palms out defensively, “I don’t know what your problem is tonight, but I came to see Stephanie because she asked me to come over later.” Again, Katherine wasn’t falling for it.

“Bullshit, Tony! I have been up with her for the last 2 hours watching her cry and complain about you and your drinking, cheating and being an asshole! I heard her from my room fighting with you, so I know she didn’t want you over!” She jabbed her finger at him and stood her ground. Tony, undeterred, shrugged her off and went to walk by her, but Katherine slid sideways to cut him off and stopped him. She held her right palm out and held it against his shoulder as she began in again. This time, even more firmly.

“Uh, uh. No. Not tonight Tony, I mean it. I have seen you jerk my friend around for the last time. If you really want to apologize, go home and sober up and come back when you are ready to treat her right. She’s not some fuck toy at your disposal.” It was hard for her not to scream at him, but she did not want to wake Stephanie and get her involved.

“Katherine, I don’t have time for this bullshit right now.” Tony again waived her off. This time he was visibility irritated. He rolled his eyes impatiently, and this time stepped back to his left to get around her. But again Katherine stopped him.

“TONY. I said no! Get out of my house.” she said insistently, again putting her palm on the front of his shoulder. “Go home. NOW!” she added forcefully, but as quietly as possible. Tony glared at Katherine, shook his head and took a half step back. He looked to the side for a moment, contemplating his next move. Breaking the momentary silence, Katherine continued.

“I’m sick and tired of Steph putting up with you. You think you are a player, huh? So hot with your stupid ass car, your money and your own place you never let Stephanie see? She may not have the guts to say it, but you are a fucking asshole, and I told her tonight she needs to drop your dumbass!” Tony knew Katherine didn’t like him, but this was the first time she had come out and said it so bluntly. He blurted out,

“Kat, I don’t know who in the hell shoved a stick up your stuck up ass tonight, but I came here to apologize to Stephanie. I don’t know what you heard, but it’s nothing like you are making out.”

“Bullshit, Tony. Like always, just more bullshit. You act like I don’t know Stephanie at all, like we aren’t roommates and haven’t known each other since fucking college, you manipulative shit! I know your story, Tony. You’ll go up there, knowing that Stephanie is drunk, you’ll sweet talk her and promise her a bunch of shit, and in the morning she’ll forget all about it. Well not tonight! Get OUT!” Tony shook his head again, getting even more frustrated. His face reddened as he was really starting to steam. In his semi drunk state, all he wanted to do was get in bed with his girlfriend, have sex, and pass out. And now her snobby, bitchy roommate all of the sudden decides that 3am on a Sunday morning was the perfect time to hash out why she hated him. Finally, he took a deep breath and steam rolled ahead. He stuck out his left arm and pushed her aside as he went to dart past her and said, exasperated,

“Look Kat, not now…” In his present inebriated condition, he underestimated his strength. Tony pushed her aside with a little more force than was needed. Katherine was caught by surprise; she knew he was strong but was taken aback by how hard he had pushed her. She had to scoot her legs back quickly to maintain her balance. Tony paused and shot a glance at her when he heard Katherine gasp, stopping for a brief second. She didn’t know it, but he was relived she had not fallen. He hadn’t meant to injure her. But it was all Katherine needed.

“Don’t escorts push me you FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Katherine yelled as she wound up her right hand and delivered a fierce, crossing strike with an open hand across Tony’s cheek. The sound of her hand striking him echoed sharply off the kitchen cabinets nearby. Tony turned, stunned at the force of the blow, and Katherine herself grew wide eyed, stunned at what she had done. They both paused, taking in what had just happened. Tony broke the silence first.

“Ouch, Kat! Fuck, that hurt! Why are you being such a fucking bitch?!” he blurted. Katherine gasped and fire shot behind her eyes. Satisfied that Stephanie had not woken up, she gathered herself and in more hushed tones continued. “Don’t you ever-EVER- touch me, you prick! Now get the fuck out of my house.” Tony turned to look at her. His cheek burned. He had never seen Kat like this before, and he strangely respected her for what she had done despite it hurting like hell. She had some fight in her, for sure. Katherine was guarding the staircase from him, determined to turn him away. Her chest was heaving as she breathed, and her face was flush crimson with rage. Tony quickly assessed that she was very strong for her size. He knew he had pushed her too hard, so he decided to let that one strike go. Not wanting Katherine to start screaming again, he went to diffuse the situation.

“Katherine, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to push you so hard I just…” but before he could finish Katherine delivered another blow, this time with her left hand, to Tony’s other cheek.

“FUCK…. YOU!” she said in a hushed yell, with such fervor that spittle left her lips as the words whipped out between her clenched teeth. “That’s for calling me a bitch!” That blow really stung, Tony had not expected a repeat blow. It hurt even worse than the first. He shot back.

“Get out of my way you stuck up lunatic!” He pushed past her forcefully and stormed his way towards the stairwell by the kitchen. He could hear her unloading a fusillade of curses at him and he winced as she repeatedly slapped him on the back while he walked towards the stairs. Fuck, this girl is strong! he thought, wincing at the strikes. He just wanted to get to the stairs, but as he passed the kitchen he saw an opportunity to even the score with Katherine. He had never struck a woman in anger, but he wanted revenge for hitting him so savagely. As Katherine continued to beat on him on his back furiously, she didn’t notice him pick up the plastic tumbler full of water she had left in the kitchen earlier. He snatched it up, pivoted on his heel in an instant, and tossed the full glass of water right in Katherine’s face.

She gasped. The cold water shocked her to a halt as it soaked her sandy blond hair and skin. It saturated her top and ran down her body and got in and under her shorts. She wiped her eyes slowly, and looked at Tony, astonished. What the fuck just happened? She thought. Tony looked at her and appraised what he had done. It was almost funny, really. Almost. She had been assaulting him relentlessly while he just wanted to get to bed, so she fucking deserved it. Tony looked at her just standing there, watching her fume with rage. She was soaked- the tumbler had been nearly full. He took in Katherine’s deep, furious glare, her semi- wet dirty blond hair, the droplets of water running down her cheeks to her neck and shoulders, some falling to her collarbone. Parts of her cotton tank clung tightly to her body. In the brief second they stood silently he took her all in. He stood rapt at the sight of her skin- still slightly tanned from the summer. The muscles in her arms and legs were impressively taught and ready to continue the fight. And through the soaked cotton fabric of her top, he could clearly make out her breasts. They were smaller than Stephanie’s, but firmer. They stood pert with her nipples straining against the fabric at full attention. This furious woman looked like she wanted to kill him, but he could only be aroused by the sight of her standing there. She was gorgeous. His anger began to subside, but Katherine was furious.

Tony was too slow, and Katherine easily slapped him again with a THWACK. The sting though, woke up his reflexes. When she went for another shot with her left hand, he blocked it and grabbed hold of her wrist. She re-loaded her right and flung her open hand wildly at his face, but this too he blocked. In an instant he took both of her wrists and drove them behind her back, pinning them against her ass. He then jerked her towards him, still pinning her hands behind her and holding her tightly against him. His face was on fire, but he starting to enjoy their spat.

“Pleasssssse. Stooooop. Hitting. Meeeee.” Tony purred at her. Katherine gritted her teeth as she struggled to get free. God he is strong she thought of as she glared at him. This ape is almost grinning at me, does he think this is funny? Her hands stung from hitting him. She wanted to kill him, but he had calmed down. Tony was looking at her almost admiringly. She could feel the large muscles in his arms as she struggled escort gecelik against him, and then his legs as he worked one behind her to keep her from kicking him. He kept cooing, “Kat, stop. Please. Kat, stop.” She wriggled the best she could, and being so close to his chest she picked up large wafts of his scent- his deep, woody cologne that he used too much of, mixed with his skin and sweat. It smelled……fantastic. She struggled to get free, but found herself resisting less and less. Katherine had only been in his grip a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. It was becoming pointless as strong as he was. She could feel his hard body grinding against hers as she struggled…she became acutely aware of her nipples rubbing against him….she was shocked to find them taut and tingling….it felt good. God it felt really good. She was trying to bend her hips and pull back, when one of her thighs first brushed it. She couldn’t be sure, but on the next attempted escape she made sure she brushed it again. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Katherine could clearly feel Tony’s hard penis bulging against the wool fabric of his designer slacks. Oh fuck, Katherine thought and in a fit of guilt gave one violent convulsion and managed to struggle free.

Tony knew she had felt his cock and now gazed at her with primal lust. No. No way. Katherine thought, and unloaded yet another hard right hand to his face. Tony took it, but without pausing stepped towards her. Katherine cocked another blow but Tony blocked it, threw her arm down and pushed her back against the refrigerator. Her back knocked the stainless steel façade of the fridge with a THUD and she gasped at the impact. What the fuck….does he…God he is hot…..is this happening?? She thought as he pinned her against the appliance and thrust his hips forward, so she could clearly feel his thickness through her soft, cotton shorts. Stephanie had not woken up, so her brain was screaming at her to yell at the top of her lungs and wriggle away in protest. WAKE STEPHAINE UP passed through her mind. She could still turn back. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Her brain was telling her lips to make noise, but a fire inside her was telling her to wait a little longer. It just felt so damn good. She had teased herself earlier, and sensing that relief was near her thighs and pussy became hot. Her teeth, still gritted together, only elicited shallow breaths and grunts as she squirmed slightly. Her arms were pinned in to her sides and her palms against his barrel chest. He had her wrapped in with one arm around her upper back and the other on her hip as he leaned in on her. She could clearly feel his cock now. It was so…hard, and so….big. And he had it expertly pressed against her….just right. Sliding up her inner thigh, and probing under the fabric of her shorts. It was forceful, but not aggressive. He sensed her needs beneath the token resistance Katherine was offering. It felt very good. As he cooed softly for her to be quiet and started to grind in to her more, still locking her gaze, Katherine realized- to her horror….that she was soaking wet.

“No!” she shouted and with a burst of adrenaline pushed Tony back and swung at his chest. But Katherine had shown her cards, and now Tony was determined to finish casting his spell on her. He simply took the blow, took a short step back to Katherine, and grabbing her forcefully, pulled her back to him, then again leaned in on her, his arms and her back hitting the fridge yet again. This time he pulled up her right leg violently to his hip, and pressed his throbbing cock up against her bare inner thigh. This time, Katherine moaned out loud. Not in pain. A deep, low, guttural moan of pleasure and submission. The rational side of her brain pleaded in vain for her to stop. But her body was tired of fighting, and now yearning to be taken. She made one last hearted effort, striking her palms against his chest lightly. Tony paused at this strike, but didn’t let go. Katherine’s eyes moved up and locked in on his. Her gaze changed from anger to hunger. She slowly ran her hands up and down the muscles of his chest, then this neck. As she looked at him, she knew she had one last chance to turn back.

In an instant Katherine shot her hands up behind his head and pulled his mouth towards hers. She hungrily shot her tongue inside his, and as they began to devour each other she let her hands slip down his chest and begin to unbuckle his designer belt. Tony let her leg drop but again thrust his pelvis up and into her. Katherine let loose her lips and gasped, her damp pussy now pleading to be filled. Tony tugged and tore and her tank top, pulling out one of her breasts over the fabric. He bent over to suck it. He was too tall, so he simply grabbed her by the ass and hoisted her into the air. She instinctively grabbed hold tightly around his neck and let him have his way. He held her high against him until her breasts were nearly level with his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, arched her neck and exhaled loudly. He was using his thumbs to pull down the back of her shorts. His massaged the cleft of her ass while his tongue found and traced her nipple, before taking it all in his mouth. She gasped. Oh fuck…that feels amazing. There was no turning back now. She was his. She knew she would hate herself in the morning, but at that moment she didn’t care. She wanted Tony. She wanted him to fuck her.

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