“The thing is he’s always exhausted, I’m worried about him,” said Rachel into her phone. She was browsing lingerie in Debenhams, hoping for inspiration, whilst chatting with her sister.

Tammy reclined on a lounger in the garden, phone cradled to her ear. “I’m sure he’s fine, sis. It’s all that cleaning, it’s quite strenuous.”

“I know but he’s got a team now, so I don’t know why he’s still doing so much. We haven’t had sex for months. I even offered him a blow job the other day and he just fell asleep!”

“Oh dear. Was that Monday?” said Tammy down the line with a grin. “He was doing a full service here. I’m afraid I had him on his knees most of the afternoon.”

“Well you should buy a mop,” Rachel replied absentmindedly, preoccupied with a pink, lacy bra. The underwire looked tortuous. “Perhaps this will perk him up,” she murmured.

“Sorry?” said Tammy, but Rachel had gone quiet. She was gazing through the window at a poster across the street for ‘Torrid Nightclub’. The headline was a violent red. ‘THURSDAY – LADIES NIGHT’ it screamed sordidly, ‘HAPPY HOUR IS EVERY HOUR!” And beneath it was the image of Mike, clad in tight, black, leather briefs, arms clasped behind his head.

“Fucking hell, I knew I’d seen him…,” murmured Rachel. Then she frowned. “Is this what they’ve been up to?”

“Still no bloody idea what you’re talking about, sis?” said Tammy at the other end of the line.

**

It was Thursday and the club was heaving. And loud. Rachel felt extremely uncomfortable as she pushed through the throng. A performer was gyrating around the stage, slowly removing his clothes to wild cheers. She spotted two or three hen parties in the crowd, raucous and tipsy. And a few men, which surprised her, given it was ‘ladies night’, but but no sign of Tony. He’d left a message earlier to say he had a business meeting. ‘Yea, there’s plenty of ‘business’ going on here,’ she fumed.

She spotted a corridor off to the left and headed that way. ‘Maybe he’s backstage,’ she thought, seething with suspicion.

Tony was, in fact, just in front of the stage, nursing a beer, obscured by a rather large lady in a wedding dress and veil. Her sash read ‘Kaila’s Last Night of Freedom!’ Mike had said to wait near the front and his legal friend would find him.

“Hey! You Tony?” topkapı escort shouted a woman approaching from the bar. Tony nodded over the din. She beckoned him across the room and they walked into the Men’s Room. Not exactly pristine, but quieter than the auditorium.

“Are you allowed in here?” said Tony.

“Don’t get many blokes on Ladies Night. I’m Daisy, I run the bar,” said the woman. She was curvy, with long black hair that lay lifelessly across her shoulders. The denim blouse and skin tight jeans accentuated the curves, but in all the wrong places. Not that Tony minded. It was her brain he was after.

“Good to meet you,” he said. “Did Mike…?”

“Yea. You’re the pimp, right?” Daisy replied sharply.

“What? No! It’s a cleaning company,” Tony blurted. “We just offer, er, extras too.”

“Who does the tricks?”

“I don’t know what you…?”

“The fucking. Who are the escorts?”

“Oh. Me and Mike. And a couple of mates. And we’re cleaners, not escorts.”

“Consenting adults?” she barked, ignoring his comment.

“Of course!”

“Soliciting on the street?”

“No way!”

It was beginning to feel like the inquisition.

“Running a brothel?”

“Er, we have an office? But it’s for admin only.”

One of the male strippers crashed into the room and headed for a cubicle. He was clutching a small towel loosely wrapped around his waist and looked flushed. “Hey, Daisy,” he grunted on the way past.

“Great show, Channing,” she chirped.

Tony looked at her incredulously. “There’s a real stripper called Channing?” he whispered with a grin.

**

Rachel crept along the corridor searching for Tony. A couple of guys walked past, butt naked, having just come off stage. Rachel turn towards a noticeboard as they passed, but couldn’t resist a peak at their arses as they walked away. She passed a rack of wedding costumes. ‘Obviously a regular theme’, she mused. A stagehand was shouting at the end of the corridor, clearly looking for somebody.

“Where’s the bride? Anyone seen the bride?” said the stagehand to nobody in particular and scurried away.

There were several rooms. Rachel tried a couple of doors but one was locked and the other one empty. She was heading for a third when it opened çapa escort a Mike strode out, right towards her! Rachel ducked behind the rack of costumes, quickly pulling a bridal veil over her head. She fiddled with it as Mike walked past, heading towards the stage. She didn’t want to confront Mike until she was sure Tony was part of this sordid place.

“Are you the bride?” It was the stagehand standing right behind her. ‘Where the bloody hell did he come from!’ she thought, panicked for a second.

“I’m with, er, Mike!” she squealed.

“Fantastic. This way.”

He grabbed her arm and led her to a curtain, and pushed her through on to the stage. As the spotlight descended on to her veil, the crowd roared.

“Oh fuck!” said Rachel under her breath. She turned towards the curtain, but stong hands grabbed her and twirled her back on to the stage. It was Mike. He pushed her firmly on to a chair in the middle of the stage and started gyrating seductively to the music.

‘Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!’ she thought, flushing under the veil, hoping and praying no one could see her face.

**

“…and you’re definitely not soliciting?” said Daisy, back in the restroom.

“They always call us. It’s all word of mouth. If you, er, know what I mean!” said Tony with a grin. Daisy cringed.

“Well it doesn’t sound illegal to me. Some of the husbands might not be happy but I doubt the law would get involved. Just make sure you pay your taxes,” she said plainly.

“Thanks. That’s a relief. How did you… learn all this?”

“The hard way,” she said. “Worked the street corners for a while. It’s rough on the streets. I got beat up once too often so jumped ship and ended up here. Now I’m studying law. Lambeth Polytechnic. Running the bar here in the evenings and keeping my head down. It’s all pretty fucked up but I’m managing.”

She paused. “You should keep an eye out for the local ‘Mr Big’ round here. Mazur. Nasty piece of work. Pretty much controls the street trade and most of the brothels, so don’t get in his way, understand?”

Tony nodded and swallowed hard. “Does he offer cleaning?”

Daisy laughed. “Not the kind of cleaning you do! But if it’s private houses, you’ll be fine.”

“Really appreciate your help. Er… could you handle some fatih escort daytime work?” said Tony hesitantly.

**

Back on the stage, Mike was down to his jockstrap and, despite trying, Rachel hadn’t been able to get away. He had her on her feet, twirling her around him as the crowd chanted. Rachel turned her back to the audience and lifted the veil so that Mike could see her face.

“What the fu…?!” screamed Mike in horror.

“Keep dancing!” she scowled. “I want a word with you.”

“I’m just a stripper!”

“Yes, I can see that. But what are you and my fiance up to?”

“It’s just a day job. Tony’s a mate. I’m helping him out.”

“With cleaning?”

“Of course. What else would we be doing?”

“All young men? Toned, ripped, sexy men? I have a sneaking suspicion that you’re… oh, fuck!”

Rachel had spotted Tony leaving the men’s room and quickly pulled her veil down, ducking back on to the chair. Mike was confused momentarily and looked around, catching Tony’s eye. Mike’s soul filled with dread. Tony had stopped to watch the show for a minute. ‘She’s a cute one,’ thought Tony, eyeing the nervous looking ‘bride’ under the veil.

Rachel could see Tony through the veil, she tried to turn away further, petrified he would recognise her, but slipped off the chair and ended up on her knees in front of Mike. Not ideal, but it offered extra cover so she stayed down. With Rachel in front of him, Mike had come to the end of the song and the audience were baying for the finale. What’s the quickest way to get off the stage: finish the routine! He pulled away his jockstrap but the audience just groaned. Rachel’s kneeling body was obscuring ‘the goods’.

From the corner of her eye, Rachel could see that Tony was still watching. She was desperately trying to work out how to get off stage. The audience started chanting: ‘suck him off! suck him off!’ ‘There’s going to a fucking riot if the audience don’t get a show,’ she thought and in a moment of madness she decided. ‘Fuck this,’ she thought, lifted the veil just an inch and swallowed Mike’s semi-hard cock, burying her face in his crotch. The crowd roared with approval.

Tony looked on in awe. Mike was staring at him with an odd look of bravado and guilt. He shrugged and Tony winked at him. ‘Bloody hell, that’s raw! Never knew it was this raunchy in here!’ mused Tony as he turned and headed out of the exit.

Rachel jumped up, grabbed Mike’s neck and shouted in his ear over the din. “Not a word! Ever! Or I’ll cut your fucking balls off!” And she stormed off the stage to a massive cheer.

Christy and I had dated in high school and college, but had drifted apart and both married different people. I had gotten divorced after only a few years, but had not remarried for 15 years. After she got divorced and moved back home, I had bumped into Christy and we had started dating again.

Because we had tried to keep our dating secret from our kids, we had ended up having sex a few times in her minivan. The sex was amazing, and the risk of getting caught had added an extra thrill that I hadn’t even planned on.

Christy and her daughter had agreed to go on a Summer cruise with John and I, and even though both kids had guessed that we were dating, we were planning to keep it cool during the cruise. John and I had booked a nice room with a balcony, and at the last minute, Christy had booked an “inner ship” room with Lisa, her daughter.

Once we got on board, though, John had moved into Lisa’s room, and Christy had moved in with me. Even though we were worried that the kids might be too young for this kind of set-up, the kids seemed to be “enjoying it” more than us.

On day 2, I had learned that Christy was enjoying the exhibitionist aspect of the cruise ship even more than the minivan. This was not a completely new experience for either of us, but I have to say this was the most daring we had ever been.

So at night after dinner, when Christy dressed up in a sundress with nothing underneath, my imagination started running wild.

She had been wearing sunscreen, but her skin was almost as tan as mine. I suspect it was artificial, but it didn’t matter. Her skin looked stunning against the pastel sun dress, and the outlines of her breasts made my heart beat faster.

We had moved from nightclub to nightclub, drinking and dancing, and we were amazed by the sheer number and variety of clubs in the ship. Each club offered live music, and when the bands took a break, we simply walked to the next club, drinks in hand, and continued our party late into the night.

The cruise ship not only offered bars, but also offered “premium” restaurants where you could eat if you wanted something other than what was served in the main restaurant. Just after midnight, we ended up at one of those restaurants, that appeared to serve dinner right up until midnight, and then convert into a bar for the rest of the evening.

The music was provided by a live band that played lounge versions of top 40 songs from the 70’s that were surprisingly good. Each of the musicians were clearly well-trained, well-practiced, and professional. We danced to song after song, until we were tired.

When we finally sat down, we picked a table in a darkened corner that allowed us a view of the dance floor. Without even asking, one of the waiters brought over fresh drinks for both of us. When I offered to pay, he waived me off, and explained that the bartender at the previous bar had sent up “comped” drinks for us.

Although I would like to think it was because I had left a generous tip, it was most likely because of how Christy was somehow managing to gradually show more cleavage and more legs at the same time. I had tried not to be obvious about grabbing her ass on the dance floor, but she was not shy at all about showing of her best features.

As we sat in the etiler escort booth, she casually reached her had under the tablecloth and started rubbing my dick through my jeans. Because we were both about half wasted, we paid no attention to whether people could see us or not, but we were pretty sure they couldn’t. The room was dark, and the tablecloth blocked the view of anyone who wasn’t in the booth with us.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” I whispered.

“Oh I can finish…” She promised.

Christy leaned over to kiss me, and I used my hand to pull her skirt up. I figured as long as she was groping me, I would return the favor. When I put my hand between her legs, I could feel the moisture of her excitement, and so I started massaging her pussy right there in the booth.

I looked up, and the waiter was smiling at us, and even gave me a sly wink before turning away. The room wasn’t very crowded, and he retreated back to the bar, where he resumed watching us from a distance. He would stop every once in a while to serve another customer, but other than that, seemed to be enjoying the show.

Without taking her eyes off me, Christy unzipped my jeans, and pulled my underwear down far enough to release my dick. Since she had both of her hands in my lap, it was now obvious to the waiter what was going on, but no one else seemed to have noticed.

Once my dick was free, Christy turned her body so that we weren’t being as obvious, but when she kissed me again, she started jerking me off with one hand. For some reason, the idea of being out in public was sexy as hell to me. I continued to massage her pussy, but I could tell I wasn’t having nearly the effect on her that she was having on me.

After a few minutes I could tell I was ready to come, and I told her so. Because of the alcohol and the foreplay, my dick was almost desperately hard. I thought she was going to jerk me off into one of the napkins, or maybe leave my jeans a mess, but to my surprise, she didn’t do either.

Christy snuck a quick look around, and then leaned over and put her head in my lap, taking my dick deep into her mouth, almost to her throat. Almost immediately, I was overwhelmed by the sensation, and started ejaculating into her mouth before she even had a chance to come up for air.

Christy came back up before I was finished coming, but she caught some of my semen in her hand and wiped it off on the napkin.

“My God, that was awesome.” I said.

“I told you I would pay you back.” She said.

And after that, she stood up, stretched just enough to show off her body, and started to lead me out. I stopped long enough to leave a $20 tip for the waiter, who smiled at Christy and gave me a “thumbs up” sign when she wasn’t looking.

By the time we got back to the room, it was 1am, so it was already day 3 of the cruise. Day 3 was a day at sea, so we didn’t have to be up by any particular time. When we got back to the room, and Christy stripped her clothes off, I thought she might be ready for more, but instead she curled up with me and went to sleep. Watching her sleep, I realized that she was my dream girl. I had let her get away before, but I wouldn’t make that mistake again.

The next morning I was awake beyoğlu escort early, showered, and ordered breakfast for the room. In a surprisingly short time, the room service staff brought us omelettes and bagels, with way more bacon than we had requested. As I brought the breakfast to bed, Christy stirred awake, but decided to make a trip to the restroom before eating breakfast.

When she came back to bed, she had brushed her hair and teeth, but she was still completely naked. I marveled at her figure, and told her how good she looked. I had been working out and dieting for weeks to get ready for the cruise, and she knew it, but she was in as good a shape as ever, and really much better shape than I was in.

Rather than sit on the bed, she picked up the plates and walked out to the balcony. I was wearing the bathrobe, since I had met room service at the door. Christy sat the plates on the balcony table, and came back to me with a grin on her face.

Before we sat down, she loosened the bathrobe, and carefully took it off my shoulders. I had not been wearing underwear, so now we were both naked.

“Let’s just stay naked all day,” she smiled.

“Sounds good to me, but I bet they will throw us out of the show tonight.”

“Maybe not,” she mused. “Maybe the show tonight is ‘Hair.'”

In fact, we had reservations for the Broadway-style show on board ship that night, but I am pretty sure it was ‘Cats.'”

Still, the idea of spending all morning naked was appealing to me, and my erection started to swell.

She reached down and touched my erection. “I will take care of that in a minute,” she said. “But breakfast first.”

With that, she sat in a chair on the balcony, still naked, and started to eat her breakfast. I thought about how she didn’t wash her hand after touching my dick, but it occurred to me it had been in her mouth plenty of times in the last few weeks.

The balcony was pretty large, and the privacy from the other balconies was pretty good. If someone were leaning up to the balcony keyhole from the room next door, they could most likely see through, or if they leaned over the balcony, they could turn around. But the only thing in front of us was open ocean.

The sun had risen, and the wind had calmed a bit, but it was still windy and warm. The wind covered our conversation, and the warmth made us feel completely comfortable to be naked. We couldn’t hear any conversation on any of the other balconies, so we assumed we were about the only ones taking advantage of the view.

When we finished our breakfast, Christy stood up and stretched, and let me admire her body again. When she stretched, the outline of her stomach muscles made the deep “V” shape all the way to her pussy. She looked amazing and I was instantly erect.

She moved over to me slowly, and ran her hands softly over my muscles, starting with my shoulders and back, and gradually working her way down to my dick. By the time she caressed my erection, I was in heaven, and started running my hands lightly over her breasts.

Her breasts were small and firm, and her nipples became erect at my touch. After a few minutes, she lowered herself down to her knees and guided my cock into her mouth. Even though the feeling cihangir escort was amazing, I had decided that I wanted more.

When I slowly pulled her to her feet, she looked disappointed, but she gave in to me when I turned her around, and hugged her from behind. In this position, her ass was pressed up against my dick, and the balcony railing was only a foot or so in front of her.

As I reached down and started massaging her pussy, she spread her legs, and leaned over to hold the balcony for support. She was so much shorter than me that I had to spread my legs to get down to her level, but once I did, my dick easily rubbed up against her now-soaking pussy.

With just a slight shift of position, I pushed my dick inside her, and nearly lifted her off the ground with the strength of my first thrust. She arched her back, in order to take more of my dick, and almost immediately it felt like I was “bottoming out” against her cervix.

We fucked on the balcony and enjoyed the morning sun for a long time. Although I sometimes come within a few minutes, I was able to last a long time, alternating between slow strong thrusts and fast shallow ones.

As I was picking up my pace in response to her heavy breathing, we heard the balcony door next to us slide open. There was little danger of being seen, but Christy was leaning over the railing slightly. I could tell from her reactions that the idea of getting caught was wildly exciting to her. She stayed as quiet as possible, but bucked back against me harder and harder.

From my angle, I could only see the smallest part of the balcony next to us, and it was clear that an older man had come up and leaned on the balcony to watch the sunrise. I could only see his hands, but from Christy’s angle, I am sure she was able to look him in the eyes.

When she looked over his direction, she immediately starting having a long orgasm. Her contractions felt rhythmic for nearly a whole minute, and she held her breath for almost as long. I had to support her legs to keep her from falling, and I pumped my dick into her slowly and deeply while she rode out the rest of her orgasm. I have no idea if he was watching, but whatever it was clearly worked for Christy.

No one spoke, and I am guessing he figured out what we were doing, because he retreated back to one of his deck chairs. I didn’t hear the door close, so I assume he sat there listening to us.

When she recovered, I let go of her legs and placed my hands on her shoulders so I could pull her back against my dick. As she arched her back even further, I started pounding her as hard as I could. I kept thinking about her having an orgasm while looking into this stranger’s eyes.

Within a few seconds, I groaned as I felt my load pumping deep into her pussy. I held my dick inside her as my orgasm finished, and moved my dick in and out to deposit the rest of my load as my dick started to grow limp. When I finally withdrew, she sat back down on a deck chair, and stretched again as my cum slowly dripped out of her pussy. I put a towel under her and made a mental note not to use that towel after my shower.

She closed her eyes in the morning sun, and relaxed as if the sex was exactly what she had needed to finish her breakfast properly. We were in no hurry, so we both laid on the balcony until the sun started to heat up. When we finally decided to go back into the bedroom, we opened the sliding glass door, and got the surprise of the cruise so far.

John and Lisa were sitting on the bed in their bathing suits.

“That was hot,” said Lisa.

2.01 Dianne and her son come to the Beach House:
2.02 Dianne meets her Entities:
1. Shower Preparation:
2. Breast, Nipple, Clitoris Enhancement:
3. Vaginal enhancement:
4. Vaginal testing:
5. Morning Encounter, Fisting:
2.03 Daniel meets his Entities:
1. Shower Preparation:
2. Erection and Nipple enhancement:
3. Entity, Deep Throat:
4. Suppository, Rectal enhancement:
5. The Mating, Doggy style:
2.04 Susan, Dianne, Daniel, Morning:

2.01 Dianne and her son come to the Beach House:

Susan made it a point of meeting her neighbors and soon an intimate relationship formed with her next door neighbor Adrian and Jessie. Both were bisexuals and occasionally, all three would enjoy each other’s sexual affections and all enjoyed the ‘services’ of the basement. Adrian and Jessie were also ‘serviced’ by the house’s Entities.

One morning, Susan got a call from one of her closest friends, Dianne. Susan felt or sensed tension in Dianne’s voice and asked if she and her 18 year old son, Daniel, would like to spend a couple of weeks with her in the Beach House.

Dianne and Daniel arrived the following morning and Susan showed them their rooms. Both were amazed at the hugeness of the bed/sitting rooms. Dianne blushed at all the mirrors. Susan told her that she hadn’t changed any of rooms layouts or furnishings.

As she helped Dianne unpack, Dianne explained her situation.

“I know it’s wrong, but I have not dated any man since Adam left me, three years ago. I have gone out with women. At first it was because I didn’t like men anymore. Then something happened, my girl friend kissed me, just a casual goodnight kiss.”

Dianne paused and looked at Susan,

“I liked it .. but am afraid to go out with her again. I now have strange feelings when I look at other women.”

Susan held Dianne’s hand and said,

“I have always felt that there is someone for each of us. I know you will find that special someone and trust me, the gender does not matter.”

Both the female and male Entities were listening to the conversation.

“I guess it must run in my genes. Daniel seems to have a strong feminine side and the Doctors say there isn’t much they can do for him. One Doctor suggested hormone therapy but that would give him breasts and turn him into something called a Shemale.

There have been occasions when I have came home from work and found him dressed in my ‘see thru’ panties and bra. He isn’t so well developed down ‘there’ and that could be a part of his problem.”

Susan decided it was time to fill in Dianne with the inner secrets to house. She blushed a little as she told Dianne about her unseen Lovers, leaving nothing out.

Dianne was a bit apprehensive about ghosts and things like that.

Susan said,

“These are different, assuming that there is a standard. They are, friendly, affectionate, understanding and very loving. You have absolutely nothing to fear from them.”

Dianne said,

“Well, that might make Daniel happy, I hear him talking to himself as if someone is with him. Probably making up for his lack of friends.”

Susan knew the Entities were with them and reached out and took Dianne’s hand and asked,

“I know its non of my business, but what would be the best for Daniel, wait for him to find his own way or help him out of the ‘closet’?”

Dianne sighed,

“Probably helping him out of the ‘closet’, but I really don’t know what his sexual preferences are.”

Susan said,

“Well we have lots of time, I have a big house, a lot of empty bedrooms and I am by myself.”

Dianne smiled and hugged Susan.

In a few minutes Daniel joined them. He casually mentioned that he liked his bedroom, especially all the mirrors. He also said that he had a feeling that he was not alone. Not a scary feeling, more of a warmness that made him feel comfortable.

Susan and Dianne smiled knowingly.

Soon all three were sitting at the kitchen table enjoying lunch. As time progressed, Susan could clearly see, the feminine side of Daniel.

Thoughts filtered into Susan’s mind,

‘We will help them both find their sexuality.’

Susan wasn’t expecting a response from the Entities so quickly and it caught her off guard. Dianne looked at Susan wondering why she had stopped talking.

Susan apologized and suggested a grand tour of the house. She left the basement for a later time. They then drove into town to do some shopping for food and personal items. After dinner, they relaxed on the sectional and watched the HDTV.

Around 10:30, Dianne said,

“Its been a long day and I think I will have a soothing shower and get some sleep.”

Daniel echoed his mother’s words.

Susan entered her bedroom and lay on her bed. She was thinking about Dianne and Daniel, hoping that she was doing the right thing.

In almost a whisper, so her voice wouldn’t be heard beyond the room, Susan said,

“I would like Daniel’s first sexual encounter with a male to be as if he is a virgin. I know you will test him, but does he have to şişli escort remember the encounter.”

Almost immediately, thoughts filled her mind,

‘The only thing he will remember is the wonderful time in the shower where his hair was removed the enhancements were done to his body. He will be bisexual.’

She smiled and sighed as light soft touches and kisses began flooding her body.

2.02 Dianne meets her Entities:

1. Shower Preparation:

Dianne entered her bedroom and looked at the doors to bathroom and the Jacuzzi.

‘Shower’ she thought, ‘the Jacuzzi in the morning.’

She undressed and walked into the bathroom with its large walk-in shower. She looked at her naked reflection in the full length mirror and frowned when she saw her 34A breasts. She was 38 years old with a 18 year son and despite her breast size smiled at her still curvaceous body. She saw the thick thatch of hair hiding her labia and frowned again. She could remember when she just had a small landing strip down there.

She opened the glass doors to the shower and was surprised to see that the three walls were all mirrored. She put on a shower cap, turned on the multiple shower heads and when the waters were nice and warm, stepped into the shower. In a about a minute, she picked up the bottle of creamy soft soap that was sitting on a corner ledge.

She sighed as her hands and fingers spread the liquid softness over body. Her breasts, nipples and labia tingled as her fingers cleaned and caressed all her ‘vital’ spots. Dormant yearnings began to come to the surface and she quickly stopped her exploration.

She stepped back panting. She hadn’t felt those kinds of sensations for a long time.

“Oh God, How I miss it ..”

Dianne was in a state of denial and abstinence.

She let the waters wash away the soap and relaxed in the warm flow of the waters. In a few minutes, she turned off the shower heads and looked at herself in the mirrored shower walls.

It started with soft, almost indiscernible touches along the back of her neck and spread to her shoulders. A voice .. no a thought, filtered into mind, calling her by name.

Dianne flinched and quickly looked around but saw no one. The Soft touches returned along with gentle kisses.

The thoughts returned,

‘Dianne your body is beautiful.’

Again she looked around, her nervousness was growing. While the kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders continued, she felt soft ‘hands’ and ‘fingers’ begin to explore the front of body. Her startled mind made an attempt to reach for the shower door but ‘hands’ held her firmly in a standing position.

Again she felt the thoughts.

‘Don’t be afraid Dianne, We are here to help you.’

She wanted to scream but only a soft gasp escaped her lips.

“Noooooooo .. Let me go ..”

Something in the back of her mind recalled the conservation Susan had with her about the secrets of the house and its Entities. A sigh of acceptance escaped her lips and the tenseness ebbed from her body as she succumbed to caressing touches of her unseen Lovers.

The ‘hands’ on her abdomen worked their way upward toward her breasts and Dianne flinched when she felt her breasts being lifted and gently kneaded. ‘Fingers’ slipped onto her nipples and began to caress and manipulate the rubbery buds. The ‘fingers’ left the nipple of her right breast and a warm ‘mouth’ descended onto the nipple with a delicious suckling action. A slippery ‘tongue’ swirled around the tingling tip and a reluctant sigh escaped her open lips. Another set of ‘lips’ moved onto her left breast and nipple. The combined sensations of the massaging ‘hands’ and suckling ‘lips’ caused the sigh to grow louder as her nipples stiffened and grew erect.

‘Hands’ moved onto her thighs and began to knead the soft skin. They slowly worked their way toward the junction of her thighs. The soft ‘finger’ tips caressed the outer lips of her labia and then slipped down her thighs to her knees. The exquisite sweep continued and a dazed Dianne moaned softly as ripples of arousal began to seep across her loins. The ‘hands’ molded themselves onto her labia and began to massage and knead the soft skin of her folds. ‘Thumbs’ pressed and swirled onto her clitoral hood and her pink organ began extending outward. She gasped at the ecstatic contact and laid her head back onto the shoulder of her unseen Lover.

She felt light pressures on her back, thighs and legs and then felt her legs being bent at the knees and pulled upward. She looked at the mirrored shower wall and watched as her bent legs were spread apart. It was as if she were sitting on a soft chair of thick air. She saw her swelling folds flare open, the pink tip of her engorged clitoris and her erect tingling nipples. She looked with aroused amazement as her breasts and labia were being manipulated by unseen ‘hands’ and ‘fingers’.

Susan saw a bottle being lifted off of one of the corner shelves. As it got nearer to her, she saw that it was labeled ‘Permanent Depilatory’. Her mind taksim escort was filled with mixed emotions.

‘Yes .. No .. Permanent? .. What if she wanted her hair back?’

She felt her arms being pulled up level with her shoulders and her sitting position was slightly reclined. She could now see her sex and the cheeks of her buttocks in the mirror. The bottle floated toward her and the silky liquid was poured onto her left arm and arm pit. It moved to her right arm and it too was drenched with the thick liquid. The bottle moved down toward the junction of her thighs and the silky liquid saturated her genitals, inner thighs and between the cheeks of her spread buttocks. Both of her bent and spread legs received the same treatment.

Dianne looked mesmerized as she felt a multitude of ‘hands’ massaging the Depilatory onto arms, legs and genitals. The ‘hands’ on her thighs and labia worked the warm, thick liquid into the thick thatch that covered her sex and she began panting when the ‘hands’ and ‘fingers’ went from mixing to arousing. Soon wonderful ‘popping’ sensations flooded her genitals, arms and legs. It felt as though thousands of bubble were forming and bursting all over body. As she looked at the mirrored wall, she watched in awe as all the hair on her body, below her shoulders began dissolving.

The ‘popping’ sensations soon faded and Dianne saw the removable shower head being turned ‘on’. It drifted toward her and she gasped as the pulsing waters flooded her sex and body. As the Depilatory and remnants of her hair were washed away, she saw for the first, in a long time, the full folds of her labia and clitoris could be seen without obstruction.

She smiled at her ‘new’ hairless nakedness and whispered,

“Thank you ..”

The shower head moved so it was in direct alignment with her labia and clitoris. Her mind wasn’t prepared for what happened next. Intense jolts of joy flooded her loins as the pulsing waters rushed onto the flared folds of her labia and protruding clitoris. Her hips began an ecstatic grinding and sawing motion into the pulsing flow. She moaned and gasped as her Lovers gave her pleasure that she had not felt in years.

She felt a ‘tongue’ curl around her protruding organ and ‘fingers’ slipped into her excited vagina. Her mind was awash with waves of ecstasy and she squealed with joy as a quick, tension relieving, orgasm exploded across her body.

The shower head was returned to its holder and turned ‘off’. Dianne sat within the supporting air-like chair, gasping as she came down from her orgasmic high.

2. Breast, Nipple, Clitoris Enhancement:

Thoughts entered her mind,

‘Now that had to feel good. How do you like your hairless body?’

Dianne smiled and whispered,

“Oh God, did it ever and I love what you did to my body.”

The thoughts again,

‘That’s just the beginning, How would you like firmer breasts and a clitoris that will guarantee you an orgasm every time you have sex. A clitoris that another female would love to get their mouths and fingers on.’

Dianne’s heart pounded with anticipation,

‘Another female .. would another woman do that to her?’

In an obvious hesitant voice, Dianne said,

“I .. I’m not sure .. Another woman .. maybe .. No .. Yes .. Ok”

She felt a light kiss on her forehead and the thought said,

‘I know you would .. I have much to teach you.’

Suddenly it dawned on Dianne, her unseen Entity was female.

Dianne saw a bottle appear out of nowhere and watched as it floated toward her. She watched in awe as the bottle was tipped and she saw two pools of a thick golden liquid forming in the air above her abdomen. A third pool formed in front of the junction of her thighs. The pools moved toward each of her breasts and inward toward her sex. She gasped as the liquid made contact with her body and the ‘hands’ began massaging the thick liquid onto her breasts, nipples and protruding clitoris.

Wonderful and intense tingling sensations flooded her breasts, nipples and clitoris.

Within seconds, she felt an exquisite warmth flood across her chest and into her clitoral hood. A wonderful firmness gripped each of her breasts and her nipples had never felt so hard or so excited. A deep kingliness saturated her rigid clitoris and a need to touch it became almost unbearable. She tried to reach down to it but the unseen ‘hands’ held her arms firmly.

BREASTS: 34A

NIPPLES: 5/16″

CLITORIS: 3/8″

As the ‘hands’ massaged and kneaded, she felt a delicious firmness building in both breasts. Dianne looked at the mirror and her eyes opened wide and she gasped when she saw her breasts becoming fuller and firmer. Her clitoral hood was thickening and the pink tip of her clitoris was expanding outward.

BREASTS: 34B

NIPPLES: 3/8″

CLITORIS: 1/2″

Delicious quakes pulsed across her as her breasts and nipples grew in spurts and her hips began jerking as her clitoris extended further out of its protective hood.

BREASTS: 34B

NIPPLES: 7/16″

CLITORIS: beşiktaş escort 5/8″

The hands on her breasts and the fingers on her clitoris intensified their loving actions as they had more and more to massage and knead. More of the thick lotions were poured onto her body and Dianne began moaning and gasping as her breasts, nipples and clitoris were enhanced.

BREASTS: 34C

NIPPLES: 1/2″

CLITORIS: 3/4″

Dianne saw her sexual enhancements in the mirror and look of sheer joy flooded her face. Her 34C breasts pushed proudly from her chest and her erect, bullet- like nipples felt as though they were going to explode. She saw her clitoris standing out like a rigid pink beacon and again, a desperate need to touch it caused her hips to jerk with a sense of urgency.

Reassuring thoughts filled her mind,

‘One more thing left to do, then we will take care of your needs.’

3. Vaginal enhancement:

Dianne saw what looked like a tear drop, oval shaped mass appear in front of her. It was gel-like, transparent and bluish in color. It was about 4″ tall and 1″ wide at its top and gradually widened to 3″ at the bottom. Protruding slightly outward from within the ‘tear drop’ was a replication of the head of an erection. The body was made up of thick accordion-like folds. Attached to the oval casing was a small opened ended circular tube, also with accordion like-folds. The entire casing glistened in the light with its oozing thick fluids.

Suddenly the accordion folds began expanding and Dianne gasped when she saw a life-like erection growing before her eyes. It slowly lengthened to 8″ inches and thickened to 1.75″. When it was fully formed it drew back into its folds and then expanded again. A stunned Dianne saw the phallus intensify its expanding strokes.

The small tube at the phallus’s base now expanded to 2″ x 5/8″. Its open folds began to ripple and clench. Dianne’s breath quickened and her arousal vaulted as her eyes locked onto the erotic and sexual ‘device’ that was swaying in the air in front of her. The more she looked at it, the more she wanted it.

The Entity sensed Dianne’s attraction to the floating phallus and drew close to her.

‘We call it the ‘surrogate’. Just think how wonderful it will feel as it slips into your vagina. The perfect mate for a needful woman. It does other things to. The surrogate will ‘deep throat’ your clitoris and will secrete chemicals that will enhance your vaginal sheath, inner lips and labia.’

Dianne’s eyes were locked onto her potential Lover and her breathing was coming in deep pants. Her clitoris tingled as it strained in the air, begging for attention and her inner lips fluttered with need and desire. The Entity reached down and palmed Dianne’s wet, swollen labia and her hips jerked her more than ready sex into the massaging ‘hand’.

Dianne saw the ‘surrogate’ move between her bent and spread thighs. She felt its radiated warmth flood onto her sex and then felt it form over her flared folds. She gasped as it made contact and then moaned as its protruding head nestled into her eager inner lips. She then felt an incredible jolt of joy as the suckling tube slipped onto the tip of her engorged organ of joy. Her hips thrust and ground against the clenching tube as suckled its way into her clitoral hood.

The nestled head began flexing within her clasping inner lips and she moaned as the pulsing thickness deliciously nudged and traced the eager opening to her vagina. She held her breath when she felt an exquisite pressure stretching her excited opening and then an ecstatic hiss was heard as the clasping entrance stretched over the phallus’s flexing crown. Her mind was flooded incredible sensations as the phallus twisted its way into her eager vaginal passage. The flexing thickness with its twisting nubs teased and tantalized the sensitive flesh of her vaginal walls as it burrowed inward to a depth of eight inches. Her mind reeled with the ecstatic fullness and her vaginal muscles clenched deeply onto the flexing nubs.

The ‘surrogate’ began releasing its enhancing chemicals and Dianne gasped as ecstatic antsy sensations gripped the entire length of her vaginal sheath. The elasticity and vaginal depth was slowly changed to accommodate an 8.0″ x 2.0″ erection. The sexual sensitivity was expanded to take in 50% of her vaginal sheath and her ‘G’ spot or Skene’s gland was expanded. Her mind was immediately flooded with waves of intense joy as her spasming womanhood was enhanced.

4. Vaginal testing:

The ‘surrogate’ rested for a few seconds while Dianne cooed and gurgled with joy. Then, it slowly withdrew and plunged back into her seething vaginal sheath. The phallus slowly expanded to 2″ as it flexed deep within her vaginal passage then it pulled out and twisted its way inward, again and again. All the while the sucking actions on her clitoris matched the stroking actions of the phallus. Dianne’s glazed eyes open wide and incoherent sounds of pleasure were heard as her body was pushed into a sexual frenzy.

The phallus’s girth expanded and contracted as it stroked inward and outward from Dianne’s enflamed vaginal passage. Her frenzied body was now totally controlled by the insatiable ‘surrogate’. She instinctively fell into the same rhythm and began urgent counter thrusts with her twisting and bucking hips.

“Mmm hello there baby….blowjob?”

Her voice was a husky whisper in my ear her hands sliding over my chest as she moved to my mouth and kissed me hard.

She didn’t really have to say anything; as soon as I had come through the door she had pushed me up against the wall in the hall and grabbed me like a starving woman, and I was her last meal. Her hands started immediately to tug at the button fly on my jeans.

I moaned my agreement, not that it was needed, second only to please…in my opinion, blowjob is most magical word in the English language.

I breathed in deep as her hand closed around my hardening cock and pulled it free of the denim. Her hand was soft and warm against the smooth skin of my shaft as she started to work me up and down. Hard.

In fact any harder and it probably would have hurt. Not that I would have minded.

I couldn’t help it as my hips moved in time to her strokes and I moaned into her mouth. I felt her nipples harden into peaks through the thin, silky, short black nightgown she wore. She moved her hands for only a moment and grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling it over my head, then pulling down the top of her nightgown before wrapping one hand around my cock and scoring her fingernails over my chest with the other.

It was her little moan of pleasure that made my balls tingle as pressed her tits back against my bare chest. She has magnificent tits, round and soft, her nipples always a little hard were completely erect and poking into me as she rubbed them shamelessly against me for her own pleasure rather than mine.

I kissed her hard, taking back a little control as I slide my tongue into her mouth and squeezed both of her breasts in my hands, pinching her nipples between my fingers as she kept working my cock. My breathing came faster as she slid my foreskin back and forth, again and again, rubbing her thumb over the tip of my cock as she made little mewing sounds into my mouth.

She broke the kiss ortaköy escort and started to slide down my body. She nipped at my skin, biting me just over my nipple, then my abs, a little swirl of her tongue into my bellybutton and she was on her knees in front of me.

My cock jumped a bit as she looked up at me with her big blue eyes and smiled a small smile while her hand wrapped around the base of my cock and gripped me tight. I leaned back against the wall, locking my knees as I saw her little pink tongue flick out of her mouth and wet her lips as she leaned into me a little closer.

I groaned as I felt the warm wetness of her tongue slide over the tip of my cock then down the length to meet her hand. She licked me up and down like a lollipop, the slightly rough rasp of her tongue making my cock harder and harder with each swipe.

“Awww fuck.”

Was all I could muster as she opened her mouth and I watched the tip of my cock slowly disappear into the hot wet cavern of her mouth. My hips jerked as I felt the wet silk of her lips sliding down the length of my cock. She took as much as she could of me then slowly slid back up. My balls tingled as she did it again, slowly, methodically, letting her mouth close tight around me and suck as she worked me in and out. It felt like heaven, I watched as my cock moved in and out of her mouth, felt her tongue swirling over the shaft as she moaned and sped up, bobbing her head, letting her hand travel up and down my length following her lips as she lost herself in giving me pleasure, and taking her own from it to.

My cock was so hard in contrast to the hot softness that surrounded it. I let my hands drop to her head, wrapping my fingers in her long brown hair as I started to move my hips, fucking her mouth as she locked her lips tight and moved her hands to my ass. I felt her nails digging into the soft flesh of my ass as she let me set the pace, I groaned loudly as I watched my cock bebek escort disappear again and again into her mouth. Let the sensations travel through my body until they were centered on my cock and every stroke felt like complete and total ecstasy.

I was getting close, and I think she knew it. She pulled back from me helped me out of my jeans, which were pooled around my ankles, and she just smiled when took me by my hand. She led me into the living room until we were just behind the sofa and she turned her back to me, bracing one hand on the back and using the other to reach around and grab my ass, pulling me tight against her.

She rotated her hips against me, her silky nightgown still around her waist and covering her ass. My cock jumped as it slide against the cool satin, then wedged against her ass. I smiled at her impromptu lap dance and ground into her, my hands coming up and cupping her tits as I slid against her. I knew I couldn’t take much more.

I took her hands and placed them both on the back of the couch, bending her slightly at the waist as I reached under the short nightgown and ran my hand over the back of her thigh and up to the soft skin of her ass. I used my feet to spread her legs a bit as I slid my fingers into her pussy from behind. She was hot, nice and wet. More than ready for me.

I moved between her spread legs and rubbed the head of my cock along the length of her slit, using her wetness as lube I rubbed back and forth, teasing her until she gave a little frustrated cry. I ground the head of my cock hard against her clit and she came easily with a little moan on her lips.

I moved back and slid into her with one long stroke, using the nightgown still around her waist for leverage. I stilled for a moment groaning at the sensation of her hot, wet cunt spasming along the length of my cock. It was like being wrapped in a tight, warm, wet cocoon.

I pulled back and slammed back into her. Her feriköy escort pussy grabbing at my cock as I did it again and again. She was so wet her pussy made that delicious little squishy noise as I pounded into her hard, my balls slapping against her pussy as I felt her wetness seeping from her and covering me. I reached under her and grabbed her tits, pinching her nipples hard.

She came with a small jerk, her hips rolling against me and my name on her lips as her pussy clamped down tight around my cock. I pistoned in and out, right on edge. I reached one hand down and lifted one of her legs, bracing it on the back of the sofa as I arched my back and pushed even deeper inside her. I slammed hard against her over and over, filling her, riding out her climax and using it to trigger my own.

I groaned loud as I felt my cock swell, felt her muscles tighten around me as my cock jerked inside of her tight, wet sheath. All my thoughts were centered on that sensation, that perfect moment where you just feel every inch of her pussy fluttering along every inch of your cock. I ground against her as my fingers digging into her soft flesh. I rode her hard and fast until I was right on edge.

“Fuck baby I’m gonna cum.”

My words were almost a whisper but she heard me loud and clear. She used one hand to push me back and turned, dropping to her knees. I groaned loud as I felt her hot, wet mouth close around my cock, felt her hand gripping tight and stroking along my length.

I cried out as the sensations moved from my balls up the length of my cock, she took one long suck then released me from her mouth and kneeled up.

I watched as my thick white ropes of cum shot from the head of my cock to splash against the soft skin of her perfect tits. My hips jerked as she worked my cock, lifting one tit in her hand as another splash hit her nipple. I groaned as she milked every drop from my cock until it was soft and then rubbed the sensitive head back and forth against her nipples.

She smiled and stood, letting the nightgown finally fall from her body and pool on the floor in a puddle of black satin. I watched her sweet little rounded ass as she padded happily towards the bathroom.

God I was a lucky man, and THAT was one hell of a blowjob!

I didn’t even hear the door open as I leaned over to take my shot at the pool table. So imagine my surprise when I go to line up my shot and across the way I see a pink and dark blue striped shirt, completely unbuttoned so I could see down it and gaze on your luscious breasts! I totally flubbed the shot, and I immediately heard your effervescent giggle across the way.

You smiled at me and asked if I was somehow distracted as you slowly walked around the table, brushing your fingers along the table as you walked. I could see then that you were not only wearing that amazing shirt, but those sexy blue shorts. You walked up to me and put a hand around the pool cue, then slowly stroked your hand up and down it. You asked if you could take the next shot and I obliged you, handing over the pool cue.

As you bent over all the way, your breasts almost pressing into the edge of the table, I slid around behind you slowly and I whispered “If you think that’s distracting, how about you try this?” I then placed my hands on your luscious ass and slowly began teasing you with my fingers, stroking your ass through the shorts gently, my fingers pressing into you as I did. I increased the distraction by starting down the backs of your thighs and then slowly running my hands back up to your ass, pulling your shorts up a bit as I did.

You smiled, then managed to concentrate enough to sink that one shot, then you placed the pool cue down on the table and your hands went to the inside edge of the table. You gripped the edge hard as you let out a pleasured sigh, closing your eyes and smiling. You looked back over your shoulder and told me that it was my shot, smiling devilishly as I slid my hands off your ass and retrieved the pool cue from where you had set it down. You stepped aside, but only enough so you could get up close to me, pressing your breasts down on my shoulder as I went to shoot. That wasn’t all you were doing to tease me though, because one of your hands had slid down and you were rubbing my cock through my pants with your long, tapered fingers, making me even harder than I had been at the mere sight of you.

I managed to sink the shot but I immediately dropped the pool cue on the table and pulled you over in front of me, your back to the table as you faced me. I kissed you deeply, my tongue massaging yours as I brushed my hands down over your breasts, taking time to tease them just a bit so your mecidiyeköy escort nipples got nice and hard. I pressed myself into you urgently telling you all you needed to know just by my body language.

I slid my hands down to your shorts and I slowly began working them and your panties down off of you, letting them drop to the floor for you to kick off after I got them over your knees. I slid a hand down between your legs. You grasped my wrist with one of your hands, urging me on as my hand slid over the silky mound between your legs. I began slowly stroking your pussy with my fingers, my thumb slowly rubbing your clit, as my fingers plunged into you, not too deep right away, but slowly working into you. I heard you begin to moan for me, working your hips against my hand, drawing my fingers deep into you as I probed you.

You pulled your hand from mine and first removed your shirt, tossing it to the side, then you began furiously working on my pants and boxers, sliding them down off me as quickly as you could. You leaned back, placing your hands back on the table as I began pumping my fingers in and out of you furiously. I pressed you back so you laid your back flat on the table and I leaned over, still working my fingers in and out of you, and began kissing at the base of your neck. I worked my way slowly down, kissing and licking my way down over your collarbone, then down to your breasts. I stopped here, running my tongue around your left breast, starting at the base and working a slow spiral all the way around up to your nipple. I slowly ran my tongue along your nipple, then sucked on it for a moment, your hands moving to the back of my head and playing with my hair as I sucked on your nipple, probing it with the point of my tongue, making it hard again.

I then ran my tongue down the valley between your breasts as you arched back against my fingers while I worked them into you as fast as I could, causing you to moan with pleasure as I probed you.

After I worked over your right breast, circling it slowly and sucking on the nipple as I had the left breast. I kissed down your stomach slowly, and then I pulled my fingers from you and used my hands to spread your thighs nice and wide. I then dove down on you slowly, kissing down the insides of your thighs as I made my way toward your pussy. I finally made my way down between your thighs, lowering my nişantaşı escort head over your pussy, which I slowly stroked with my tongue, laying it flat on you and starting at the bottom, working my way to the top. You moaned loud and arched back as though you were trying to almost get away from me.I finally made my way up to your clit and I slowly began sucking on it, running my lips side to side on you as I ran my tongue in circles on that tiny bud of flesh.

You worked your hips up against me, moaning and crying out in fits of ecstasy as I brought you closer and closer to cumming with each second. I slid my fingers back into you for a moment, checking to see how close you were as I kept sucking on your clit, working it in my mouth as I slid my fingers into the hot, wet, tight silk that was you. I felt you throb and begin to tighten around my fingers and I pulled them out of you before I pulled my mouth off your clit, then slowly lashed your pussy one last time with my tongue. You arched back, cried out loudly and spasmed as you came hard, moaning loudly as you came down from that.

I slowly pulled you down off the table and whispered in your ear, even as you were panting heavily, that I was about to fill you with my cock. I spun you around so you were facing away from me, then I bent you over the table and slowly tilted your hips back toward me so I could slide my cock into you nice and slow, working first the head, then my entire shaft into you. I hear you moan and begin calling my name as I begin thrusting my cock into you and pulling out, first slowly, then picking up the pace just a bit, working my cock almost all the way into you and pulling it almost all the way out with each thrust. As I did, I began rubbing it along the inside of you as I did, causing you to cry out more and more between the moans of ecstasy escaping from your lips. I slid a hand down between your legs and began slowly stroking you all the way from that silky mound down over your clit, causing you to tense up more and more around my cock as I thrust into you.

I pulled out of you at last and spun you back around, allowing you to throw your arms around my neck as we locked in a deep kiss before I scooted you up on the edge of the pool table. I pulled you into me, slowly entering you again, this time working my cock into you faster and faster.

You pulled away from me and took kağıthane escort my hand, inviting me to join you on the table. When I climbed up on the table with you, you grabbed me, rolled me onto my back and then climbed on top, straddling me, positioning my cock at the entrance to your pussy. You sunk down on just the head of my cock and worked your hips around slowly, causing me to groan as you teased my cock, making me swell as I began to feel it fill with cum. You smiled as you slid down on my cock, letting me feel that your pussy was hot, wet, tight and throbbing for me as you began riding me roughly, grinding yourself down into me and rocking back and forth violently. You moaned loudly and began calling my name, wanting to make me cum even as I felt your pussy tighten more and more on me, almost unbearably.

As you rode me, I finally felt myself readying to let go, I kept holding myself off from cumming as best I could. My hands slid to your ass and I grasped it tightly, pulling and pushing you with it as you rode me harder and harder. Finally neither one of us could hold off cumming so we both exploded at nearly the same moment, you collapsing forward onto me.

You placed your hands on the table as I wrapped my arms around you, holding you there for a moment, the sweat from our bodies mingling as we clung to each other in ecstasy. I rolled you onto your back, wanting to finish what I started before you pulled away earlier so you could ride me. You wrapped your legs around my waist as I stroked myself down into you, my cock hardening even as I began pumping in and our of you. Your cries of passion were first light and timid, but soon they turned to desperate and longing as I worked my cock into you harder and faster, keeping our bodies in close contact. I slid my hands under your ass and I tilted you up into me a little more, making us fit together all the more closely as I thrust into you, my cock going deep, then pulling out almost all the way to the head. It didn’t take long for either of us to build toward another strong cum, your pussy tightening around my cock harder than before, throbbing as you began working your hips up into me to meet my downward thrusts. I closed my eyes and tried to hold off cumming as best I could, but after a little bit, when I felt you cum all over my cock, I exploded into you, causing you to cry out in ecstasy both from your cum and mine.

I held myself up as best I could but I fell into you, and you willingly wrapped your arms around me, and we kissed deeply one last time before I pulled up off of you and the two of us got dressed. I gave your ass one last squeeze as you turned to walk away, and you smiled back at me, blowing me a kiss as you sauntered out the door…

I was sitting at my local library, tapping out on my laptop..much like I’m doing right now. I was so engrossed in what I was writing, that I hardly noticed anybody passing by. As a short story author, I often get so “tuned in” to the stories that I write, that everything else gets tuned out. The phone might ring with a collector..but I don’t hear it because my mind ain’t on the phone. Or, the house burns down around me. Until the power blinks out, I haven’t a clue what just happened.

As it was, I barely noticed the girl who was flitting around the edges of my peripheral vision before she tapped me on the shoulder. I gave her a once-over (which means, I glanced at her body before checking out her face), and then made an attempt at being polite.

“Yes?”

“Um, are you by chance a short story author?” she asked with a hint of desperation and annoyance in her voice.

“I am a short story author, but by choice not chance.” I replied with the barest of smiles. Her brown eyes had caught my attention, but not before her … “bosoms” had. This girl wasn’t a teenager (I hoped) and if she was, she was older than 18. The worst thing you can do to a male short story author is to be under 18 and then asking him questions. Because they are sometimes so starved for new material, a young girl really LOOKS like one!

The girl in front of me blushed a bit at my reply and I watched in distanced fascination as the blush crept from her cheeks to her neck, before disappearing down past the neckline of her shirt. Part of me wanted to FOLLOW that blush, but that’d be jumping the gun…and I’d already been mace’d before.

“Would you care if I asked you 10 questions in a short interview?” she asked as she nervously twisted the bottom of her shirt with her fingers. I noted that her nails were black and I wondered if they matched anything else…..

“I’d need an explanation for your line of questions. I’m not all that busy, but I am an author and this pretty much is my set aside time to pursue a story line and create characters and their stories.” I felt kinda bad for saying it, but at this point, I was talking to her and my story was fading into the nether regions of my mind. It was like a guilt trip that only existed if I was truly serious about this story. At the moment, I wasn’t.

“Ok, I’ll start from the beginning,” she said with the rarest of smiles. I noted that she couldn’t bring herself to smile the smile that is so often used by insurance company receptionists as they greedily take your money month after month. She continued, “My name is Ronnie and I’m in a nearby college. Part of my psych classes is to find a local author and ask them a series of 10 questions to find out why they do what they do. Then, if necessary, I do a follow-up interview at a later date for less of an “interview” feel and more of a “psychology” feel.”

When she first started talking, the words had come out unclear and rushed. But, she slowed down and her words became more direct and concise. Hearing that she was in college cleared up any idea for me that she’d be a JB (jail bait) girl. And when she said the word “feel” twice..I felt as though that might be an invitation to “feel her up”.

“Tell you what,” I started to reply as I hit the “CTRL + S” combo of keys to save my current document. The machine only whirred as the necessary command was followed through. “You’ve pretty much interrupted my train of thought, but I needed the break. I’ll give you an hour and if you can ask your ten questions in that hour, both of our needs for the moment will be met. However, I have to say: You are an attractant to my eyes, no matter what you say about your own description. I have my weekend free and would like to make these two interviews by the weekend so that I’ll know that I can go back to my storyline without having to wonder when you’re going to show up again. But I have a few questions for you first because I want to know that şişli escort I’m not giving you answers that you’re not looking for. Take a seat and I’ll grill you before you grill me.”

She took a seat and I noted for the first time how curvy in all the right places she was. I had mental images flashing in front of my very creative mind of what it would be like to go downtown…. The thought nearly took me, but I fought it off with an effort.

“First off, how did you know where to find me? I don’t exactly advertise that I write in the local library.” I decided to start things off easy and casual.

“I have to confess,” she said with a grin, “that my major is psychology and my minor is criminal science. So, I combined the two of them and asked for some favors. The favors granted me access to the filing system at the local library that listed all the local authors.” Noticing my raised eyebrows, she quickly explained. “Before you ask, the file on you had a picture, so I already knew what your face looked like.”

“Is that a good thing or bad thing to know what my face looks like?” I asked with a return grin.

“I’d say it’s a good thing,” she replied modestly. “It’d be horrible if I started asking some person my line of questions and then find out that not only are they not an author, they aren’t you.”

“Fair enough,” I responded. “Ok, next question. What makes you think that you’d be interested in asking me the questions? I mean, why not another author?”

“Another confession,” she said with another blush but this time, the blush was deeper and more pronounced. “I’m a fan of your style of writing and I was wondering if you could write a short story and make me one of the characters.”

My eyebrows shot up again. “Oh.” If I would have been in a chat room, that word would have been shortened to a non-typical “o”. I looked her over for a second (or maybe it was a third) time. Now I had a prime opportunity and by golly, I was gonna take it!

“Are you free tonight?” I asked, trying to control my primal urges. If this library had a closet..I was going to use it..whether patrons were allowed in it or not. Or a stairwell… But what I could not control was the rising erection. Like a crane slowly raising the main tower, my cock had been slowly bobbing on my groin. Now, with this hottie in front of me, it had stopped bobbing and was standing almost straight up in my shorts.

“I was almost thinking you wouldn’t ask,” she said with a rush of relief. “It’s either do the interview with you, or take this guy out that’s insisting I’m the best blind date he’s ever had. Just to get rid of him, I had to sleep with his sorry ass. He said something about being able to go longer than an hour. Turns out the only thing that could go longer than an hour was his tongue..in talking!”

“Ok,” I replied, relieved that she was that easy to catch. “I have just one other question..and then we can go to my little studio apartment. You don’t have to answer the question and you don’t have to do what I ask, but your interview will go smoother if you do this one thing.” I hoped I wasn’t coming across as a beggar, but I did want to test one theory.

Her response was a simple, “Ok, let me see what I can do.”

I laughed. I couldn’t help it for my own nervousness. “Um, could you give me a BSJ?” I asked the question and then before waiting for the inevitable question, I explained. “The term ‘BJ’ is overrated and doesn’t even have anything to do with the job it’s associated with. So, I’ve made up my own. In my definition, a “BSJ” is a “Beautiful Slurp Job”. So, could you give me a BSJ?”

Her face changed several different facial expressions. At first, she reddened at the thought, and then she glanced down for the first time at my crotch. Her eyebrows lifted to see the tent and then she grinned. Looking around to see if anybody was watching, she put her hand out taksim escort and gently rubbed over the top. Then her eyes met my eyes again and she grinned even wider.

“I could definitely give you a BSJ, but I doubt you want to do it out here in the open. From what I’ve read, you don’t want to give librarians here the slip that you like to do what you write about. You got any ideas or will this have to wait till the apartment?” Her tone reflected readiness and even anticipation.

“I was thinking..a closet, or the stairwell. And before you ask, I’m wet already and can hardly wait to give you a taste of my creativity!” As I was talking, I was looking around till I finally found what I was looking for. “I hope you can be quiet because today, it’s going to be a stairwell.”

“I can be quiet,” she assured me. “The question however is, can YOU be quiet when I get hold of you?” Her eyes were dancing now and she licked her lips in anticipation.

As a reply, I quickly stuffed my laptop into my backpack, never mind that it was still running. The power cord, headphones, and USB mouse quickly followed suit. Then, without glancing over my shoulder to see if she was following, I set off towards the door that marked the stairways. Just as suddenly, I passed by another door and had a magnificent idea.

“Wait here,” I said stopping so quickly that Ronnie almost ran into me. When she opened her mouth to ask, I placed my right hand over her lips to shush her. Noting how soft they were, I leaned in and surprised her with a quick peck on her lips. Then, I gave the almost universal ASL sign of “”Wait.” before going to the front desk. I quickly returned with a small key on a binder.

“Better than a stairwell, pretty well sound insulated, and it gives us a small room. Ever done it in a unisex bathroom?” I asked with a small grin.

“You sir,” she said with a genuine smile, “are a genius.” I handed her the key and acted as a lookout. I waited until she had gone in and closed the door before I knocked softly. The door swung inward and I stepped through the gap. The light was out, but I was pretty sure there wasn’t any other door back out of the bathroom.

As soon as I had closed and locked the door with a click, I felt her hands reach out and touch me. I reached out my own hands and felt my way up to her face. Taking my glasses off and putting them in my pants pocket, I leaned forward and found her mouth with my own. “I hope you don’t mind me being forward,” I said in a near whisper as I kissed her lips in pitch black darkness.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she whispered back and then opened her mouth to a french kiss. Her tongue darted out and I sucked it into my mouth. At the same time, my hands wrapped around her back and pulled her to me. She moaned in the kiss as her hands did the same to my back. Taking up the ol’ “will her hands follow mine” trick, I lowered my hands and was delighted as her hands followed on my body. With my body taking the lead, I slipped my hands down inside her pants and cupped her ass. Her fingers cupped my cheeks and pinched one.

I released her lips in the kiss and sucked on her bottom lip and pulling on it, before returning to her mouth. For a moment, we were locked in a kiss that had slowed on desperate connection to a slow, passionate kiss that was all about the moment. I waited till her heartbeat (which I could feel through my chest) had slowed before I released her lips entirely. “Ronnie, if you don’t get your head down there, I’m going to have to do laundry today and be naked for lack of pants.”

She just giggled, licked my lips quickly, and then slowly dropped to her knees. There was a “zzzip” and the sound of her pulling my pants down. I felt the fabric of my underwear drop and then her lips kissed my cock. “Damn, you kiss me till I nearly explode and then when I get to the main menu, I find it’s already wet beşiktaş escort & waiting. You sure you still got something left inside?” she asked with a throaty whisper.

“Girl, you keep asking and I’ll have to shove this in and empty it whether you’re ready or not,” I whispered back with a growl. Her response was another giggle before she opened her mouth and slid her lips over and around me. Her tongue caressing my tongue was one thing, but caressing my cock was quite another. Thanks to the new secret I had learned about a certain soft drink, I was primed and waiting.

True to her word, her BSJ was beautiful. First she licked me till I was wet not just on the tip, but on the entire shaft. Then, she pushed the shaft to the right and kissed the side. Pushing to the left, she kissed that side before holding onto the shaft with her hands and furiously licking the tip. I groaned and she just laughed. She licked the pre-cum that oozed out and closed her lips on the head. Slightly grazing her teeth on my cock, she was rewarded with another groan. Finally, she settled into a slow bobbing rhythm where she took me quite deep and then slowly bobbed back till only the tip was still in her mouth.

“Damn girl,” I said in a hoarse whisper. “You’re making it hard for me to breathe. I guarantee I’ll return the favor in my studio.” I focused my remaining strength on standing up. Ronnie made it harder when she suddenly kicked in with the “slurpy” side and began to add wet sucking noises to whatever she was doing. It’s hard enough trying to describe it when standing there trying to hold still. As it was, she was letting her tongue slide around while giving me a very wet downtown experience.

I tapped her on the head and said in a barely audible whisper, “Now to do the job of the ordeal. I hope you swallow because I am more than prepared to put out.” Her reply was to tighten her lips around my cock and return to bobbing in and out. It was the last line of defense (as it were) for my nerves and I leaned back against the wall and let ‘er rip.

With a groan, I let loose the pressure. Four large shots of cum exploded out of me and into Ronnie’s mouth. She moaned in delight as her tongue expertly dug into the tip of my cock as though trying to stem the tide. It was obvious that she knew about the secret second “G” spot on men and she was making every effort to please me. I finally let up on the storm and she slowly cleaned up. Not that she did a horrible job, but she licked me from balls to tip so slow and tortuously that I almost gave her a second round, but then decided to hold back until the studio.

“GOSH!” Her first words since entering the bathroom. I quickly checked my cellphone. Less than 5 minutes had passed, but I wasn’t about to make it obvious to anybody watching from the outside. I helped Ronnie off the floor and was pleased when she brought my shorts and pants back up from my ankles where she’d left them. “I kinda figured some sort of sexual pleasure was in the works before or after the interview, but I think you’ve emptied out your reserves on that one.”

I flicked the light on and grabbed her head and turned her nearest ear to me. It happened to be her right ear. Placing my head close to her ear, I said, “Would you believe (I paused to lick her ear lobe) that I’ve discovered the power (another pause to blow over the wet spot) of a certain soft drink? With this one drink, (another pause to lick the top ridge of her ear) I increased my output and (another pause to lick the inner ridge while raking my fingernails up her back) at the same time, it wasn’t (a pause to suck on her lobe before releasing it) even close to my reserves?”

With all this ear attention, her breathing had quickened and I could almost feel her heartbeat coming through her breathing and almost out of her mouth. I lowered my head and gave her a slow long lick from her collarbone up to her already moist ear. She was having breathing trouble, but I knew exactly what I was doing.

A knock on the door and I realized that one of us would had to exit the bathroom first. It was a unisex bathroom, but generally for only one person at a time. I grabbed my backpack and with a quick glance over my shoulder, said “I’ll meet you in the parking lot.”

Walking into the hospital bringing in a patient…oh what do my eyes see before me…oh the most wonderful piece of work…he was 6’5 with brown hair and blue eyes and a smile that could stop your heart…instantly I knew I had to have him… I yet wasn’t sure how to go about it but I knew in my soul it was my destiny and I would succeed.

Suddenly as we are getting ready to leave to go back to the garage our pagers go off again for another call…this time the medic was needed…knowing he couldn’t be the only one on tonight… I prayed to myself that he would come with us…walking back out to the rig getting ready to get in the back when I hear the most wonderful music.

”Don’t close that door on me I’m going with you” he called out…Looking back quickly to see which medic we had gotten…to my surprise it was him…thinking to myself…(oh my god now what do I do?).

As the rig pulls out he says something to me…I hear all that he says to me yet I am in a fog…snapping myself out of it we get to the call… he takes over…getting the patient in the back of the rig watching him work his magic, (oh how I would love him to work his magic on me) I think to myself… we get to the hospital… he goes to get out… he didn’t notice me slip something into his box…getting inside he goes into the back room to restock his box finding this piece of paper. Reading it …he smiles.

I thought I would faint to see him smile like that.

Not saying anything at all… he comes out of the back room …I slowly walk away…hearing steps slowly coming up behind me… this very sexy voice sends me a command.

”Stop right there” he says sternly.

Stopping dead in my tracts…he comes up behind me now very close…close enough that if I reached out… I could feel his body heat into mine.

Blushing slightly as I turn around topkapı escort knowing who’s standing behind me…looking up at him…”Yes”…Was that you that put that little note into my box?” he asks…looking away.

”Yes it was” blushing I reply softly, as I begin to walk away again.

“Girl where are you going I told you to stop”.

”What are you doing tonight after you get off shift? He asks.

“ Ah…I don’t know” she replies.

“Well you do now… your going out with me.”

“AH OK”… I reply softly…whistles going off in my head.

Kissing me on the cheek…”until this evening then” he whispers softly in her ear.

“Yes until this evening.” She replies

Oh I couldn’t wait for the shift to end, I knew this evening would turn out to be absolutely dynamic…getting home slipping into the shower getting ready for tonight…I wore my little red strapless dress and my red heels knowing heels were required as he stood much taller than me… I didn’t care I would do anything for him…I wanted him…I needed him… actually its more like my body yearns to have him touch me yet I had never seen him until today.

Arriving promptly on time to pick me up…the door bell rings as I open the door looking up to see the most beautiful blue eyes looking down at me…oh I just couldn’t move …his eyes Mesmerizing me.

Suddenly I feel my feet leaving the floor as he bends down and picks me up and hugs me… kissing me softly. “Girl you look so beautiful tonight”…oh thank you…you look very nice too… I reply…kissing me again I could feel the attraction and I didn’t want it to end.

“Well are we going out or are we going to stand here in my doorway all evening?” I ask in a sexy tone… Smiling at you.

”Oh you’re a regular little smarty çapa escort aren’t you shorty?” he replies with a soft chuckle.

Kissing me again deeper this time as instincts take over… my fingers run through your hair…tongues searching for one another as they meet dancing feverishly…stopping for a moment.

”Why don’t you put me down and come with me we can move this to the couch if you want instead of standing here”.

“Oh no I’m not putting you down” he replies in his ever so sexy voice.

Carrying me to the couch he lays me down on the couch gently…laying next to me as his hands begin running over my body exploring my outer being running my hands up and down his back…whispering…”Why don’t you take this off”…pulling on the back of his shirt lightly.

Sitting up he removes his shirt for me very slowly (oh he is so sexy) thinking to myself gently his hands begin running the course of my body moving slowly up my thighs… he kisses my neck kissing his way slowly down my chest unzipping the zipper on the front of my dress slowly…kissing each breast lightly as his hand slips up inside my dress as his fingers trace my thong.

He gets up and takes my hands…Stand up with me for a minute he whisper softly, ”Now close your eyes for me”…closing my eyes I feel my dress being lowered off my top and over my hips slowly down my legs…stepping out of it…bending again he kisses me… as his hands slip onto my ass tracing the back of my thong…my nails running across his back gently as moans escape him…pressing against me I could feel his manhood had grown.

Slipping my hand down onto it rubbing it gently as his body shutters from the feel of my hand.

“Baby why don’t we move somewhere we can be a little more comfortable” I whisper.

”Ok” fatih escort he replies.

Taking his hand I guide him to my bedroom…closing the door behind us he picks me up again carries me to the bed laying me on the bed gently…standing on the side of the bed he lowers his pants removing them…looking at me he smiles as he opens my legs moving in between them, feeling him removing my red thong with his teeth gently.

Feeling his breath against my skin was just more than I could bare…looking down at him as his eyes met mine.

”I want you,” he whispers

“Oh god I want you too,” she cries out with desire in her voice.

Moving up on top of me… I take his hardened cock into my hand as I slowly guide it to my wet hot pussy…as the head touches my lips… moans get louder as he leans into me kissing me.

”Are you sure this is what you want?” he asks

“Oh yes I am so sure”…pushing his cock into me slowly we moan together simultaneously.

Moving slowly at first as you pick up your pace…pushing deeper into me a little harder and faster…wrapping my legs around your waist as the passions and desire takes total control over us…moans turn to screams as the sweat covers our bodies…”OHHHH MY GOD BABY OHHHHHH THIS FEELS SOOOOO GOOD DON’T STOP”.

Pumping harder and faster my nails digging into your back as he suddenly feels my pussy squeezing his cock …milking it as my back left the bed…”OHHHHHHH SHITTTT BABY I’M CUMMMMING” she screams…fucking harder and faster now…”OHHHHH BABY CUMMM FOR ME GIVE IT ALL TO ME!!!!!!

Feeling your body tense and your cock and balls tighten…your head throws back as your body shakes as you explode shooting hot streams of cum into me…”OH BABY OHHHHHH MY GOD YES” he screams …as he begins to settle down he lays on top of her, his body shakes lightly wrapping her arms around him…looking up at him.

”This was the most wonderful evening one that I will never forget,” she whispers.

”Well baby you wont have to forget I promise you that”

Kissing each other passionately one last time…slowly we begin to drift off to sleep together.

The sounds of music filled the air joined with loud laughs and talking. It was masquerade night in Venice. Tania stood on the balcony of the hotel suite watching the people below. Her brown long cascading hair flowing about her lovely face down to her back, her wide green eyes glittering in the dusk light, her long beautiful wine colored dress hugging her body sexily, and last but not least her mask in her hand. Soon she would join the people below, this was her first vacation in her 26 years of age and she wanted to enjoy it.

He stood there in the dark alley mesmerized by the beauty of the woman standing on the balcony, he could not believe such a beauty was standing before him, in Antonio’s 35 years of age he had never seen such a sight. This was not his first masquerade and would not be his last, he lived here in Venice. “Ah, what a beauty” he whispered. Noticing that she was wearing a gown, he would wait for her to descend into the streets and whisk her away later. She was indeed a creature made for loving.

Unaware of what awaited Tania as she stepped into the street, her mask concealing her eyes and portions of her face. She slipped into the passing crowd, dancing happily. From arms to arms she was swayed. Men, women all were dancing and cheering. The beauty of this night engulfing her.

Antonio had been watching far too long now, it was time to step in before she was taken away by someone else. He danced his way through, holding masked ladies, and passing men, till suddenly she was delivered into his arms by a masked pirate.

She was smiling and laughing. Her eyes glittering in the faint light, her body even more exquisite in his arms, he held her waist tighter as they danced.

She felt something different about this new partner and then suddenly she looked upon the stranger. She was shocked. His eyes the color of the deep blue sea, perfect lips and a perfect form. She could tell that beyond his mask this man was extremely handsome. His black jet hair smoothed back, and his dark colored skin gave her the impression that he was not a foreigner. She felt his arms tighten at her waist and her heart leapt.

Antonio leant into her ear and whispered, “Good evening, beautiful, may I have the honor of escorting you through the night?”

Well she did need an escort and his voice was so low and charming and she was extremely curious about her masked partner, she replied “yes u may, Mr.?”

“Antonio, at your service, Miss?”

“Tania” she giggled

“What a beautiful name, for my sweet masked princess” he said

Tania’s heart was now racing like wild horses, his voice was sending tremors through her body and flows of sensation through her. “Oh my god” she thought

She could only manage a simply reply “thank you, kind sir”

They twirled, danced and laughed. Through the night their moves had become more sensual, his arms wrapped more about her, his fingers played through her thin dress. Her moves had become bolder; she would mold herself to him only to retreat back teasingly.

His occasional whispers of her beauty driving her mad, his fingers lightly touching her cheek, her hair and little butterfly kisses on her shoulders and cheeks. Tania was aching for a stranger, and yet he seemed not strange, he fitted perfectly to her form.

As the crowd started to lessen, couples moving away silently through the night, they grew quieter. Sitting at a small fountain, Antonio to her left, she suddenly felt his arms caressing her shoulders and she was slightly turned and pulled back against his broad chest. ortaköy escort His lips against the base of her neck while his hands now caressed her long hands gently. She felt goose bumps rush through her as his lips rose to her ear and whispered, “Tania, my beautiful princess, I beg of you let me make love to you tonight”

Slowly she turned her face to him, capturing his lips kissing him lightly, she whispered “yes, Antonio, make love to me tonight”

Suddenly she was turned in his arms, her fingers in his hair as his lips descended once again on hers possessively, her chest melting into his, his hands caressing her back, sending heat waves through her.

“She tastes wonderful!” Antonio’s mind was screaming with desire. He wanted her badly now and if he did not break the kiss now he would take her into a darkened alley and have her. But no he wanted her all, to taste her, feel her and take her gently.

He then broke the kiss and spoke hoarsely “Tania, where do you wish to go, I fear I cannot hold back no longer from ravishing you here”

“My hotel room, I stay at the Hilton” she managed to say

Of course he already knew that, he then took her hand and slowly whisked her away into the path leading to her hotel.

Unable to contain himself, he backed her into a little corner, and pushed her against the wall, taking her lips once more as his hands moved over her body delightfully. Her little whimpers of ache driving him wild, his hands slipped lower, lifting her gown and sliding over her long legs till it reached her mound, caressing her now moist panties.

She arched beneath his fingers as her stroked, his arousal pressing into her, her hands ravaging his hair.

She felt it, hard and pulsating against her tummy; she moved wildly against his body, his fingers sending her over the edge, his lips, his tongue all of him driving her beyond madness.

Suddenly his lips left hers, slowly tracing down her jaw, her neck, down to the hem of her bodice, he kissed and nibbled, one hand drawing it down till one full breast was revealed to him, he eyed the erect nipple hungrily then his lips covered around it, sending her into a wild bliss.

“Antonio” she whispered.

“Yes, yes Tania, I’m sorry I could not contain myself” he said.

His fingers slowly leaving her wet covered pussy and his other slowly covering her bared breast.

“I think best we hurry my dear” he said, as he tugged her gently out of the corner and began a hurried pace to the hotel.

They reached the hotel lobby and ran into the elevator, both laughing and giggling as if they were tow teenagers in love.

How the room door was opened, how the lights were turned on? No one knew. All happened in a hurry and suddenly she found herself against the closed door, lips against his, his body pressed into her again, his hands caressing her and his arousal driving her mad.

She began to help him shed his clothes as he began shedding hers. She reached for his mask and he said “no, not yet. We will leave them on for now, later we will remove them”

She accepted that for the moment, because her body was overriding her mind, but she still wanted to see this masked man.

She stood there before him, naked as he. His eyes caressing her naked body as hers were too.

He then stepped in closer and lifted her into his arms, carrying her to the bed, her hair tumbling back against his fingers and her lips slightly parted.

Laying her back against the soft bed, she could feel the bebek escort could kiss of the silk upon her back, his body slowly joining her as he covered her lightly with his weight, his lips kissing hers once again, his hands roaming her face, her fingers in his hair, then sliding down his back upon his muscles.

“Tania, I shall love you tonight, I shall make you fly above the Venetian skies, my sweet princess” he whispered in her ear.

Slowly, his lips trailed down her jaw, her neck, and down to each rosy peaked nipple. Suckling on them lightly, his tongue caressing, his teeth nipping, his hands stroking.

He slid in-between her legs, nudging him apart as he fit himself between them rocking his body slowly against her mound.

Her fingers digging into his shoulders and back as she arched beneath him, waves of pleasure rushing through her. Whimpers and moans slipping out from her parted lips.

He traced lower shifting to her navel his tongue running around, over and in it. Tasting her slowly as if she was a rare fruit, each lick, and each kiss savored immensely.

She parted her legs more as she felt his lips reach her bare mound and down to her bare clit. As she felt his lips close upon her clit, she heard a cry “oh God! And realized it was her. her hands now one at his head stroking his hair, the other lifted behind her head grabbing the sheets and tugging as the wild pleasure swept though her entire body shaking her from the inside out.

She tasted magnificent; her scent of lavender filled his nostrils, as his lips sucked gently upon her clit. His hands holding her waist as she squirmed and bucked beneath him. grinding his arousal into the sheets, holding back the urge to dive into her, his lips swept lower to her pussy, licking her folds sucking on each one, then his tongue diving into her probing, tasting her wetness, eagerly feasting upon her.

She knew she could not hold back no longer, arching, and bucking she felt the heat run through her and flow, her climax intense, her juices flowing freely she screamed out loud tugging at his hair harder now as she came.

He sucked up every last drop of her juices, his lips not leaving her as she shuddered and came, greedily he kept his lips fastened there, licking and building up more pleasure. He slowly licked his way back up to her clit, while one hand came to join his lips caressing her wet, slick folds, stroking, and then slipping two fingers deep into her, feeling her muscles clench around them, fucking her gently with them.

“Antonio” she screamed, “yes, oh yes” time after time.

He lifted his eyes to gaze upon her, her face was flushed, eyes wide and lips parted. “Yes my sweet, scream for me, beg me, and tell me what you want”

“I want you, Antonio please take me, and fill me” she managed to say.

His fingers still deep in her he shifted up to her lips, kissing her fiercely as he continued fucking her with his fingers. Her hands now scratching at his back, her body trembling beneath his, she slipped one hand in-between them to hold his hard cock and began stroking. Meeting his pace with her fingers, she smiled at his length knowing he would fill her as she wished.

He moaned against her lips and knew he could not hold on much longer, he could feel himself wet from his pre cum as she stroked him, knowing he needed to be where his fingers were. Knowing she would be tight enough to wrap around his hard cock perfectly. He wanted to dive into her, wanted to loose himself in her body in her scent.

Quickly feriköy escort sliding his fingers out of her as she came one more time, he shifted so he was between her thighs one more time, she stopped stroking and knew it was time. His hands slid down beneath her bottom lifting her up posing his hard cock at her entrance; he looked her in the eyes and said “now” as he drove hard and fast into her.

She screamed and bucked her whole body trembling. Pleasures ripping through her, she felt him deep in her filling her as she had imagined. She began rocking her hips lightly, telling him that she was ready for him to continue.

“Oh lord” he groaned out loud. She was indeed tight, he held her more secure as he began thrusting into her, moving rapidly, his whole body shaking, trembling.

He felt her tighten more upon him and he could not hold himself he needed more, he began moving faster and faster, thrusting harder, the more she clenched around him. The more his need grew.

“fuck yes!” she screamed as her whole body shook to her third climax, “yes” her head shaking from side to side, her fingers wandering down to her clit, stroking it now, intensifying her pleasures more and more.

He then sat back on his heels, lifting her body up astride him, her hands wrapped about his back his hands holding her waist as he lifted and lowered her upon his hard cock. Shaking all over he could not believe how easily she had wetted him, making his thrusting more easily as he impaled her harder upon him.

Sweat beads breaking down his forehead, he took her lips kissing her then nuzzled into her neck biting her skin lightly.

Once again she climaxed and knew that it was his turn next, he then gently laid back, stretching his legs not removing himself from her, she was now riding him, her hair tumbling down her face and chest, her lips red and swollen from his kisses, he held her hand and brought it down to her clit. “Play as you cum with me Tania”

He then once again held her hips aiding her in her wild rise upon his hard cock, driving him deeper, as she tightened around him, she stroked, she screamed, he groaned, he moaned. The room filled with cries of pleasure, the heavy scent of sex filled the room.

She arched back as she prepared herself for her last climax, she felt his pace quicken and he drove faster, grinding her down upon him. His hand came up to her hair pulling her down to him, his lips finding hers as he kissed her fiercely.

She moaned into his lips as she held her release back, he came hard and fast holding her tighter to him, he felt her clench around him milking him of each drop of cum he released into her, then she pushed back and rode him, screaming out her release.

Finally she fell upon his chest panting. Not a word was said, only the sounds of deep pants filling the room.

They lay like that for a while, then he broke the silence “oh God, Tania you are incredible” he said

Managing a whisper she said “and so are you Antonio”

Slowly the shifted her spent body into his arms cradling her, he kissed her neck, whispering words of delight into her ear, till they finally both fell asleep.

She awoke in the morning to a feeling of warmth around her; she opened her eyes and gazed into the eyes of the most handsome man she had ever seen. Noticing her mask was off too she smiled.

“Good morning beautiful Tania”

“Good morning Antonio”

“My god you are beautiful” he said

“And you Antonio are extremely handsome” she replied and blushed

“Tania? How long are you in Venice for?” he asked

“Two more weeks” she replied

“Can I be your personal guide?” he asked

“I would love you to be my personal guide” she giggled and pulled him down to kiss his lips.

And so was Tania’s stay in Venice. Mostly in the hotel room, being pleasured, loved and admired.

We’ve been flirting in the office for a while. As it usually does it started off innocent. It didn’t take long to develop into something more. You were one of those men I instantly found myself confessing my deepest darkest sexual needs and fantasies too. You shared just as much with me.

We’ve had several trysts. They become raunchier and raunchier each time we connect. I’ve started to recognize your moods. I can tell when you need slow and sensual and when you need to fuck hard and rough. I know you can read me even easier. I feel like an open book under your intense gaze.

Today, I know you well enough to know you’ve been hard since you walked in. Every time I see you my eyes are immediately drawn to that thick bulge I see outlined by your pants. I’m almost a little amused that no one else seems to see it. Or perhaps they do but are choosing not to acknowledge it.

I see it. I imagine sliding my hand in your pants and feeling every inch of it.

I catch your gaze from across the room and my face reddens. I know you’ve seen me looking. The smile on your face is wicked and knowing.

I turn away and pretend to be busy with something in my office. When I look up you are gone. I try to concentrate on my work when I hear my phone buzz.

I see you looking at my cock.

I’m so hard. I’d love to be buried balls deep in your tight cunt.

It’s not the first time you’ve sent me a dirty text. In fact we’ve had phone sex a few times now. You fill my email with pornographic images and links to whatever you were watching that makes you hard.

Every communication we have that isn’t in person is sexual in nature. When I see your name pop up in my email or texts my heart speeds up, my nipples harden and my pussy gushes.

This time is no exception.

I can’t help but look at your cock. You’ve been hard since you walked in. lol

I never transition easily. I have to laugh off your strong advances. I’m still uncomfortable being so sexual.

We’ve talked in depth about my sexuality. You know my experience is limited but my imagination is wild. I’ve confessed to you my darkest, slutiest desires. You’ve confessed your own dark desires to me. You’ve told me time and time again how much you desire to dominate me. You want to help me discover and experience all of my desires and you’ve taken great pleasure in doing mecidiyeköy escort so.

You laugh but this cock is going to need to cum soon. And since you keep looking, I’m thinking you want to do something with it.

I smile and flush. My pussy is wet. Uncomfortably so. I imagine how you’d feel buried deep in my pussy. I reach down and rub my pussy a little over my clothes.

I’m wearing an almost inappropriately short skirt. Black thigh high stockings and a pretty sheer blouse. The outfit is borderline acceptable for work, and truth is I wore it for you. I always dress proactively for you. I’ve never confessed this to you but I suspect you know anyway.

My phone rings and I have to take care of some actual business. I can’t seem to get off the phone for the next hour or so. I am so distracted that I can barely focus on what I’m supposed to.

Around lunch time I get an email from you. I shiver when I see it. I look up and scan the room. My office is pretty secluded but I worry someone will see what’s in your email. I know you well enough to know it won’t be something clean.

I’m right. You’ve sent me three images.

The first of a woman blindfolded. On her belly with her hands tied behind her back. Her lips are parted, her lipstick slightly smeared, a trail of saliva hangs of her lips. Next to her face is a big thick cock. It’s hard, the tip red and swollen and covered in what I assume is the woman’s saliva.

I star at every inch of the image imagining myself in the woman’s position. Tied up and at the mercy of the man fucking her mouth.

I lick my lips and imagine I can taste your cock.

The next picture, there is a woman lying on her back, her hands are tied above her head. She is clearly straining against her bounds. A large, muscular man looms over her, his hand around her throat.

I’m starting to see what’s on your mind. To see what has your cock so hard.

The last image is of a woman, tied with her hands in front of her. Her shapely ass is in the air. A man is behind her, one large hand is on her hip, the other is fisted in her hair. I can’t see where they are joined but I know by the rapturous look on her face she’s being fucked.

The message underneath the pictures reads: Call me. I know your pussy is soaking wet.

I nişantaşı escort bite my nail. I want to call you. I want to hear your sexy voice. I’m too nervous. I get up and close the door to my office. I stand at the door still trying to get the courage to call you.

If I do I know pleasure awaits me.

The phone rings making me jump. I stare at it. Nervous. I’m worried you are on the other. I’m worried you’re not.

I move back to my desk and answer.

“Next time I say call me, your pretty ass better call me.”

“I’m sorry. It’s just, it’s work and I…”

“I bet that wet pussy couldn’t care less about where we are. I know my dick doesn’t.”

I laugh. Again it’s a nervous laugh.

Your voice gets deeper. “Did you get my email?

My heart is racing now. “Yes. They were very hot.”

“That’s how I want you. Tied and at my mercy. Rub your pussy for me. I want to hear you cum.”

“I can’t. We’re at work.” I whisper. There is no one who can hear me but our current location has me scared. The fear is probably adding to my arousal.

“Fuck that. Your door is closed. I know you’re wet. Slide your hand into your panties and play with you clit.”

I bunch up my skirt and do as you’ve ordered me. I slip my hand into my panties and stroke my warm wet clit. I moan loudly.

“That’s it baby. I’ve got my big cock in my hand stroking. Check your email. Follow the link.”

I use my free hand and open my email. I click on the link to a video. Once it loads I see a woman on her knees she has a cock in each hand and she is alternating as she sucks them.

I gasp and slip two fingers into my tight pussy. “Oh yes. You know how much I love a good DP porn.”

“I know, Baby. You get so wet. So turned on. Watch her take these two big cocks. Imagine it’s you. Imagine its you sucking two cocks.”

I can hear your ragged breathing, the porn playing on your computer, and I moan. “Fuck yes. Two cocks to taste, to take deep in my mouth. I want to suck every inch of both of them. Feel them throb against my tongue.”

You growl. “That’s right, Baby. You’ll get every inch of those cocks. How many fingers do you have in your pussy?”

I’m breathless. The actress in the video is now sucking one cock while another slips slowly into her tight cunt. “Two.”

“Slip kağıthane escort another one in that tight pussy of yours.”

I slip a third finger into my pussy. I start fucking myself faster. I hear your breathing become more and more erratic. You’ve been ready to cum all day. Your cock has been so hard. I’m surprised you’ve waited this long.

“I wish that was your cock deep in my pussy right now.”

“Mmmm yes, yes. I’d fuck you so hard. I’d find a friend to fuck your ass. I want to see you full of cock, Baby. I’m so hard for you.”

Just as you speak the words I watch the actress change position. She takes one cock in her ass, and one in her pussy. She’s being fucked hard by the two cocks. I can’t stop myself I finger myself faster, harder. “I want to be full of cock. I want to feel a cock in each hole, fucking me hard.”

“I know you do. Are you ready to cum for me?”

I bite my lip. I’m so ready to cum. “Fuck yes. I’m ready to cum. cum hard for you.”

“Me too, Baby. This cock is about to explode. Cum. Cum for me now.”

I cry out, cumming hard. I can’t breathe as my orgasm washes over me. I hear your moaning as you cum. You are calling my name. Demanding I take your cum and in that moment I wish I was on my knees in your office tasting every last drop of your cum.

“God, Baby. That was good. Just what I needed to get me through the rest of this day. Do me a favor. Go to the copy room, right now and hurry.”

You hang up before I can say anything. I right my clothes. I know my face is flushed but I’m rocking an amazing sexual high so I pay little attention to it. I ignore everyone around me as I rush to the copy room.

The room is empty. It usually is. I had expected to see you there but you are no where to be found. I wait there a few seconds. I am about to run back to my office. My senses are coming back to me and I’m becoming more nervous when I feel you come up behind me. You press yourself against my back and run your hand into my blouse.

Your hand is wet. You smear the wetness all over my breasts, tweaking the nipples as you do so. You wrap the hand around my neck so that I can’t turn around. With your free hand you reach up my skirt and rip off my panties.

“I want you to wear my cum for the rest of the day. Don’t wash it off. I’m going to keep your wet panties, proof you belong to me.”

You kiss my neck and release me. I turn around only to see you retreating from me. You don’t even look over your shoulder as you walk off. I miss you already. I can’t wait for our next encounter, and I wonder how the hell I’m going to get through work with a wet pussy, no panties and images of your cock dancing in my head.

Chapter 3

***

Training to be a masseur involves three basic stages. Firstly, you need to study your anatomy 101. Bone and muscle structure. Lymph system. And then what they call ‘contra-indications’: conditions that would prevent a safe or healthy massage.

Next is learning the technique. There are long gliding strokes (effleurage), kneading and rolling (petrissage) and pummelling or percussion moves (tapotement). It’s all very structured and efficient. Each move prepares the body for the next, warming the skin, stretching and relaxing the muscles, then clearing knotted muscle tissue, increasing blood flow and draining the lymph system of toxins. Once you understand the process you start to respect the skill of the masseur, as well as recognising the process of relaxing and unwinding in safe, skilled hands.

And finally you must practice. Which of course, requires some bodies to work on.

I was the only male on the course. There were four of us. Two of the girls were in their early twenties, plus an older woman, Jenny, who was maybe late thirties? The tutor, Wendy, was a little older still. Quite brusque and matter-of-fact. Reminded me of an old teacher of mine. It was slightly surreal, sitting in a dimly-lit room chatting about shoulders, thighs and the importance of maintaining propriety with each client.

“So you would invite them to undress and lay on the couch,” said Wendy firmly “And then leave the room for a few minutes while they get ready. Especially you, Rick!”

I blushed and they giggled. I felt like a schoolboy being reprimanded by the headmistress for peeking at a girl’s knickers.

“So are you all ready for some proper massage practice?” She continued. We nodded enthusiastically.

“Good. We’re going to start by working in pairs. Rick you can work with Jenny in the Jade Room. Sarah and Liz will be in Amethyst. Decide amongst yourselves who is going first.”

I swallowed. So this is it then, I thought. Time to actually try massaging a real person.

Jenny was a little shy so I offered to be the first ‘client’. She left the room while I stripped and lay face down on the couch, covering as much as possible with the blanket. I was slightly worried about getting aroused, since Jenny was an attractive woman, but we’d discussed the issue in some depth so I knew that erections in men were perfectly normal in such a relaxing setting. Masseurs are taught to ‘cover & ignore’. Strict professionalism you know!

It was delightful. Jenny was a little hesitant. It was, after all, her first time. But she performed the moves with her tiny soft hands, silent throughout as instructed. Having never been professionally massaged, I began to understand how wonderful it feels. Then it was time to swap.

I re-entered the room a short while later. Jenny was face down on the couch, resting her head on her hands. Her hair was tied in a bun leaving her neck exposed. Moment of truth, I thought.

“I’ll start with some effleurage to the back and shoulders,” etiler escort I said softly, warming a palmful of oil in my hands. I placed them on her back and gently glided up to her shoulder blades.

“Oh,” she squeaked. “Wow.”

Continuing to work her back in long strokes, my hands moved up to her shoulders and curled around her neck softly, pulling back and down the length of her spine. She was breathing steadily. I felt her legs move apart slightly under the blanket. I guess the magic hands are working then, I mused.

“That’s…incredible,” she moaned. I applied a little extra pressure into her shoulders, drawing my hands across to her arms, then around and onto her back again.

“Oh… Oh dear… Oh shit,” she said, shifting uncomfortably. She had begun sweating.

“Are you alright?” I asked, although it was becoming clear that she wasn’t. I lifted my hands off her body and stepped back.

Jenny twisted slightly, grabbed the sheet and sat up. She was flushed. She looked at me for a moment.

“Sorry,” she stuttered. “I, er… got a little distracted.” She blushed red and fanned herself. The sheet slipped slightly and her left boob popped into view. I turned away quickly.

There was a knock on the door which startled us both.

“Everything OK in there,” called Wendy. Jenny dropped back on the couch, pulling up the sheet, just as Wendy walked in.

“All OK I think,” I muttered, trying to compose myself.

“He’s very good,” mumbled Jenny, head buried in the couch.

Wendy looked at us both suspiciously, shrugged and turned back to the door.

“Excellent,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Keep an eye on your timing.”

As the door closed Jenny sat up and the sheet dropped to the floor. “Come here,” she purred.

“Er, shouldn’t I be…”

“Shush, just come here.”

I moved towards her naked body and she took my hands and placed them on her breasts. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and sighed, pushing one hand down across her tummy, between her thighs and into her panties. I cupped her crotch and slipped a finger inside her warm pussy. She bit her lips, trying not to moan. I could feel the urgency in her breath as she guided my hand so that my finger slipped in and out of her opening. She was already quite wet. She reached up and kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth.

I was rock hard and as horny as hell but acutely conscious that Wendy could waltz in at any moment.

“This is all very unprofessio…” I whispered but she clamped her mouth over mine and kissed me hard.

“Shut up,” she whispered quietly in my ear, still holding one hand over her boob which I squeezed gently, as she rocked against the other. Her vagina contracted around my finger and she came with a jolt, gasping as quietly as she could, panting close to my ear. Her legs shook for a few seconds and I felt her hot cum wash over my fingers on to the couch cover.

After a few seconds she relaxed beyoğlu escort and lay back on the couch with a huge sigh. I stood there, fingers sticky with her fluids, wondering what to do next. I knew I needed to calm down and finish the massage but it all seemed, well, a little unnecessary. Jenny looked pretty relaxed to me!

***

I got a call from her about a week later. Did I want to come to a party she was holding? “Sure, why not,” I said. Since Laura was away with friends I had a free weekend so it seemed harmless enough.

It was a rather nice detached town house and clearly the party was in full swing when I arrived. Jenny answered the door.

“How’s the business going?” she said as she ushered me in. I looked at her blankly. “Massage?” She said.

“Oh, right!” I replied. “Haven’t really got started yet. Need a couch and sheets and all that.”

“Oh, you must do it,” she beamed. “In fact, come with me.” She led me to a small side room. It was stunning. Tastefully decorated with spiritual pictures, a buddha in one corner and candles dotted along the shelves. And a large permanent couch set up in the middle of the room.

“Nice set up!”

“Cost a small fortune,” she confided. “Did I mention that my husband is a lawyer?”

I stared at her for a second. A husband? It hadn’t occurred to me. And she hadn’t worn a ring during our massage training. I gulped.

“It’s fine,” she whispered. “Just our little secret, eh?”

We wandered back to the lounge and she said hello to a few friends and neighbours, introducing me as a fellow massage therapist. I got more than a few furtive glances from the ladies, most of whom were clearly with their husbands and partners.

“Amanda Clay is definitely up for a bit of fun,” whispered Jenny as we moved around the room. “She’s been banging her gardener for over a year. Vanessa Martin probably. Absolutely minted that one. Oh and let me introduce Maya. I know for a fact that she’s gagging for some attention. Her husband’s a total prat.”

She introduced me to Maya and Andy. I took them to be a fair bit older, maybe early fifties. Andy seemed Ok to me, a large and rather ruddy character. Maya was a short, dark skinned woman with long black hair. She nodded slightly as I shook her hand which she held tightly for a few seconds, reluctantly letting go as I pulled it back.

“So you’re a masseur?” Said Andy. “You’re into that kind of thing aren’t you, honey,” he continued, addressing Maya. She nodded silently.

“The therapy room is all set up,” chirped Jenny. “Why don’t you give it a test run for me?”

“Hey, That’s a great idea,” boomed Andy. “You said you were a bit stiff, honey. Rick’s offering a free massage.”

Maya and I stared at each other for a second. I blushed. This wasn’t quite what I was expecting and it all seemed a little, well, sudden. But Maya was smiling.

“Sure, if you like,” I shrugged. “I need some practice.”

Jenny led us back to cihangir escort the therapy room and showed me where everything was. She whispered something in Maya’s ear and then turned to me.

“Look after her, eh?” she grinned. “And have fun! Oh, and by the way, the door has a lock.”

We looked at each other nervously. “I should probably leave the room,” I said.

“You don’t need to worry,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse. “I’m not shy. And besides you are going to run your hands all over my naked body, right?” We giggled.

She undressed down to her bra and knickers and lay on the couch. As she lay forwards she reached back and unclipped her bra, pulling it away. I rubbed some oil into my hands and began working on her back.

We stayed silent for a few minutes while I massage her back and shoulders. She sighed a few times as I worked.

“Everything Ok?” I muttered.

“Perfect,” she purred. She had very delicate skin and good muscle tone. Not like Schwarzenegger, of course, but she clearly kept in shape.

“May I ask what Jenny said to you?” I ventured quietly.

“She said she’d keep my husband occupied so I could enjoy myself,” she giggled.

“Oh right. So That’s, like, girl code for…something?”

“Something nice, I hope. This massage is making me very horny. Do you offer happy endings?”

I glance nervously at the door, then back at Maya’s beautiful body. Hell, why not! It was clear that consent had been given, so I slipped my hands down under the sheet and over her buttocks. She wriggled and parted her legs slightly. I slipped a hand between her legs and began stroking her pussy rhythmically. She arched her back and groaned. As I massaged her, she dropped her arm down and reached for my groin, fondling my bulge through my trousers. It hardened at her touch.

Suddenly she pulled my hand away and twisted on to her side. Fumbling with my zip, she released my cock which sprang into view almost slapping her across the face. She giggled again, took a firm grip with one hand and guided it into her mouth.

Jee. Sus. Christ! That felt unbelievable! She may have been an older woman, but she sucked like a rampant teenager, lapping at my shaft and sucking the end of my cock like a true professional. I lifted her leg so I could reach between her thighs and finger her pussy again. She clamped her legs around my hand and pushed against me, increasing her pace on my throbbing penis. This was turning into a massage made in heaven. I secretly sent a little prayer of thanks to Laura for the whole idea, wherever she was. Partying with her mates in the Algarve, I think.

Maya was close to climax and I could feel her legs twitching. I slipped two fingers inside her and felt her vaginal walls contract.

“mmmmmmm” she was moaning and I felt her spasm and twitch, legs shaking. Incredibly, she kept my cock in her mouth the whole time and a few seconds later I felt the jizz rising and grunted as I shot my load on to the back of her tongue. She held still as I spurted a few times, slowly coming down. And then she swallowed.

She released me and I dropped back into a chair in the corner, cock still waving in the air, dribbling with excess cum. Maya beamed at me from the couch.

“Can I book you for a regular session?” she grinned. “My husband says I need to relax more.”

I didn’t even hear the door open as I leaned over to take my shot at the pool table. So imagine my surprise when I go to line up my shot and across the way I see a pink and dark blue striped shirt, completely unbuttoned so I could see down it and gaze on your luscious breasts! I totally flubbed the shot, and I immediately heard your effervescent giggle across the way.

You smiled at me and asked if I was somehow distracted as you slowly walked around the table, brushing your fingers along the table as you walked. I could see then that you were not only wearing that amazing shirt, but those sexy blue shorts. You walked up to me and put a hand around the pool cue, then slowly stroked your hand up and down it. You asked if you could take the next shot and I obliged you, handing over the pool cue.

As you bent over all the way, your breasts almost pressing into the edge of the table, I slid around behind you slowly and I whispered “If you think that’s distracting, how about you try this?” I then placed my hands on your luscious ass and slowly began teasing you with my fingers, stroking your ass through the shorts gently, my fingers pressing into you as I did. I increased the distraction by starting down the backs of your thighs and then slowly running my hands back up to your ass, pulling your shorts up a bit as I did.

You smiled, then managed to concentrate enough to sink that one shot, then you placed the pool cue down on the table and your hands went to the inside edge of the table. You gripped the edge hard as you let out a pleasured sigh, closing your eyes and smiling. You looked back over your shoulder and told me that it was my shot, smiling devilishly as I slid my hands off your ass and retrieved the pool cue from where you had set it down. You stepped aside, but only enough so you could get up close to me, pressing your breasts down on my shoulder as I went to shoot. That wasn’t all you were doing to tease me though, because one of your hands had slid down and you were rubbing my cock through my pants with your long, tapered fingers, making me even harder than I had been at the mere sight of you.

I managed to sink the shot but I immediately dropped the pool cue on the table and pulled you over in front of me, your back to the table as you faced me. I kissed you deeply, my tongue massaging yours as I brushed my hands down over your breasts, taking time to tease them just a bit so your mecidiyeköy escort nipples got nice and hard. I pressed myself into you urgently telling you all you needed to know just by my body language.

I slid my hands down to your shorts and I slowly began working them and your panties down off of you, letting them drop to the floor for you to kick off after I got them over your knees. I slid a hand down between your legs. You grasped my wrist with one of your hands, urging me on as my hand slid over the silky mound between your legs. I began slowly stroking your pussy with my fingers, my thumb slowly rubbing your clit, as my fingers plunged into you, not too deep right away, but slowly working into you. I heard you begin to moan for me, working your hips against my hand, drawing my fingers deep into you as I probed you.

You pulled your hand from mine and first removed your shirt, tossing it to the side, then you began furiously working on my pants and boxers, sliding them down off me as quickly as you could. You leaned back, placing your hands back on the table as I began pumping my fingers in and out of you furiously. I pressed you back so you laid your back flat on the table and I leaned over, still working my fingers in and out of you, and began kissing at the base of your neck. I worked my way slowly down, kissing and licking my way down over your collarbone, then down to your breasts. I stopped here, running my tongue around your left breast, starting at the base and working a slow spiral all the way around up to your nipple. I slowly ran my tongue along your nipple, then sucked on it for a moment, your hands moving to the back of my head and playing with my hair as I sucked on your nipple, probing it with the point of my tongue, making it hard again.

I then ran my tongue down the valley between your breasts as you arched back against my fingers while I worked them into you as fast as I could, causing you to moan with pleasure as I probed you.

After I worked over your right breast, circling it slowly and sucking on the nipple as I had the left breast. I kissed down your stomach slowly, and then I pulled my fingers from you and used my hands to spread your thighs nice and wide. I then dove down on you slowly, kissing down the insides of your thighs as I made my way toward your pussy. I finally made my way down between your thighs, nişantaşı escort lowering my head over your pussy, which I slowly stroked with my tongue, laying it flat on you and starting at the bottom, working my way to the top. You moaned loud and arched back as though you were trying to almost get away from me.I finally made my way up to your clit and I slowly began sucking on it, running my lips side to side on you as I ran my tongue in circles on that tiny bud of flesh.

You worked your hips up against me, moaning and crying out in fits of ecstasy as I brought you closer and closer to cumming with each second. I slid my fingers back into you for a moment, checking to see how close you were as I kept sucking on your clit, working it in my mouth as I slid my fingers into the hot, wet, tight silk that was you. I felt you throb and begin to tighten around my fingers and I pulled them out of you before I pulled my mouth off your clit, then slowly lashed your pussy one last time with my tongue. You arched back, cried out loudly and spasmed as you came hard, moaning loudly as you came down from that.

I slowly pulled you down off the table and whispered in your ear, even as you were panting heavily, that I was about to fill you with my cock. I spun you around so you were facing away from me, then I bent you over the table and slowly tilted your hips back toward me so I could slide my cock into you nice and slow, working first the head, then my entire shaft into you. I hear you moan and begin calling my name as I begin thrusting my cock into you and pulling out, first slowly, then picking up the pace just a bit, working my cock almost all the way into you and pulling it almost all the way out with each thrust. As I did, I began rubbing it along the inside of you as I did, causing you to cry out more and more between the moans of ecstasy escaping from your lips. I slid a hand down between your legs and began slowly stroking you all the way from that silky mound down over your clit, causing you to tense up more and more around my cock as I thrust into you.

I pulled out of you at last and spun you back around, allowing you to throw your arms around my neck as we locked in a deep kiss before I scooted you up on the edge of the pool table. I pulled you into me, slowly entering you again, this time working my cock into you faster and faster.

You kağıthane escort pulled away from me and took my hand, inviting me to join you on the table. When I climbed up on the table with you, you grabbed me, rolled me onto my back and then climbed on top, straddling me, positioning my cock at the entrance to your pussy. You sunk down on just the head of my cock and worked your hips around slowly, causing me to groan as you teased my cock, making me swell as I began to feel it fill with cum. You smiled as you slid down on my cock, letting me feel that your pussy was hot, wet, tight and throbbing for me as you began riding me roughly, grinding yourself down into me and rocking back and forth violently. You moaned loudly and began calling my name, wanting to make me cum even as I felt your pussy tighten more and more on me, almost unbearably.

As you rode me, I finally felt myself readying to let go, I kept holding myself off from cumming as best I could. My hands slid to your ass and I grasped it tightly, pulling and pushing you with it as you rode me harder and harder. Finally neither one of us could hold off cumming so we both exploded at nearly the same moment, you collapsing forward onto me.

You placed your hands on the table as I wrapped my arms around you, holding you there for a moment, the sweat from our bodies mingling as we clung to each other in ecstasy. I rolled you onto your back, wanting to finish what I started before you pulled away earlier so you could ride me. You wrapped your legs around my waist as I stroked myself down into you, my cock hardening even as I began pumping in and our of you. Your cries of passion were first light and timid, but soon they turned to desperate and longing as I worked my cock into you harder and faster, keeping our bodies in close contact. I slid my hands under your ass and I tilted you up into me a little more, making us fit together all the more closely as I thrust into you, my cock going deep, then pulling out almost all the way to the head. It didn’t take long for either of us to build toward another strong cum, your pussy tightening around my cock harder than before, throbbing as you began working your hips up into me to meet my downward thrusts. I closed my eyes and tried to hold off cumming as best I could, but after a little bit, when I felt you cum all over my cock, I exploded into you, causing you to cry out in ecstasy both from your cum and mine.

I held myself up as best I could but I fell into you, and you willingly wrapped your arms around me, and we kissed deeply one last time before I pulled up off of you and the two of us got dressed. I gave your ass one last squeeze as you turned to walk away, and you smiled back at me, blowing me a kiss as you sauntered out the door…

He met her at the airport when her late night flight landed from LAX. She was nervous, this was the first time she had ever really met anyone in person from the internet. As she walked from the check point, she wondered what he was going to think of her. She had spent many hours online with him and on the phone. He was the kind of man that knew who and what she was. He knew she was a creature of passion and desire like himself. Together they had shared her first joining and rebirth. He was her guide that unlocked the mysteries for her being.

She looked around the airport waiting room and she saw him sitting off to one side. He looked nervous himself. As she turned and started to walk toward him he looked up. His eyes filled with wonder as she got closer to him. A smile crossed his face and he stood up and walked to meet her in the middle of the room. His breath caught in his throat when she looked up at him with her very pretty blue-green eyes. She looked into his beautiful blue eyes for some sign of approval from him. She knew he had never seen her, not even in pictures. His eyes gave her the answer she had hoped for. His arms closed around her and his lips softly met hers. She marveled at the way they felt on hers, beykent escort bayan soft and gentle at first. Her heart began to pound in her chest as their kiss turned passionate. She reached up and pulled him closer to her, drinking in his passion and letting him drink of hers. Their tongues played with each others in a sensual dance, a dance of desire and passion they both knew burned deep inside of each other. As they broke away from each other, they both tried to regain some control over the feelings they both felt deep inside each other. A quick look into his eyes reflected the fires that burn deep in his soul. He took her by the hand and pulled her back against him.” Come on hon., lets get you out of here.”, He told her in a low voice. They gathered her luggage and headed out of the airport. His car was parked in the front parking lot not far from the airport entrance. He said very little on the way to the hotel room he had found, mostly the customary chit chat.

She checked in at the front desk and smiled at the clerk as he handed her the card key to her room. They walked down the hall and up the stairs. All the while she felt his hand on the small incirli escort bayan of her back, it steadily grew warmer. She stopped in front of the room that was given to her by the clerk. She opened the door and stepped inside and found a light switch and flipped it on. She hadn’t noticed that he had put her suitcase just inside the door as he had closed it, and had come up behind her. As she turned to ask him to leave her bags there, she felt his arms encircle her. He pulled her close to him and brushed his lips across hers as he whispers to her, ” This is what I have been waiting for hon. To get you alone and away from everyone.” His lips came down on hers in a deep kiss of passion and desire. Her lips parted in answer to his, tasting the sweetness of his mouth. Their tongues played with one another in the heat of their passion, entangling and dancing together. His hands made short work of her clothes as they seem to disappear from her body, his lips never leaving hers. His hands roamed her body freely setting fire to her senses. Her passion came up too, met his, her body tingled as every nerve came alive. His lips left hers and began a trail of fire across her zeytinburnu escort bayan skin where he touched it. She gasped as his tongue brushed over her nipple ever so lightly. He paused as he felt a shiver run through her. He glanced up into her eyes to see the fires glowing in them, he knew she was ready for what was to come.

He pulled her back to the bed with him. Never once letting her leave his embrace. His arms encircled her as they dropped to the bed, pulling her close to him. His mouth came down over her nipples, first one then the other sucking them and bring them to hard points in his mouth. He bit them gently and rolled them between lips and tongue, sending waves of pleasure racing through her body. He heard the sweet moans escaping from her lips and felt her hands entangle in his hair. Her body fully reacting to his teasing. Her hips pushed up against his stomach. His hand ran slowly the length of her stomach and down between her legs. His fingers played softly, caressing her. He felt her grip tighten in his hair. He could feel her moistness seeping from her. He could smell her lust and passion fill the air. The musky sweet smell filled his senses, and setting renewed fire to his own deep passions.

His mouth left her nipples. He began to lay soft kisses down her stomach, stopping now and then to tease her with his tongue, licking her, tantalizing her with what was to come. He knew their first night together would be one of passion and lust, and that both of them would experience the magic and wonder of what they both knew each other to be.

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