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The thought had been going around in your head for so long, wondering if you could really do it! You continue with your work for several minutes before you stop again and stare into nothing, when suddenly you have the plan plainly in your mind’s eye. The corners of your mouth begin to raise ever so slightly, anyone looking at you that very moment would have seen brilliant sparks in your bright eyes. The mind had made itself up and you were going to do it, you were suddenly a woman on a mission! Throughout the rest of the day everyone in your office found you to be in a wonderfully happy mood, unbeknownst to them the plan you had worked out in your head.

Several hours later sees you stepping off a train in a town very unfamiliar to you. The rain is pounding down on you, instantly soaking you through to the skin. This was not the look you were going for on this particular occasion. You set off through the station and stop just before going out into the rain again. You pull out your phone and send a quick message, your heart pounding as you eagerly await a response.

Minutes later you are doubting the sanity of all this but are suddenly rewarded by a tone from your phone. You read the message to yourself and produce a very wide smile. The message reading “Yes, i’m still working away from home this week and staying at the nice little hotel I described to you the other day. Great facilities, massive bed and all that good stuff. Just a shame to be here on my own x lol” You rapidly finger a message back to say how nice it must be and that you needed to sort something out for a while and would get back to me. As soon as you hit send you are back into the rain and jumping into the first available cab…

The cab pulls up outside the large overwhelming hotel entrance and you check the name on the sign to be 100% certain. You throw the driver a twenty, tipping well over the going rate, hastily leaving the car with your small case, packed in a hurry after work. You notice the rain has stopped, cursing your luck for such a soaking just at the wrong time. You enter the lobby, knowing you must look half drowned, yet far from caring now. You walk, head held high to the reception desk and confront the young man manning the desk, thinking to yourself this should be easy.

You ring the bell on the desk to announce your presence, despite knowing you had been watched the whole time you crossed the floor.

“Excuse me, i’m trying to locate the room of my business associate, can you help?” You ask in as confident a voice as you can muster.

He replies, “I’m sorry madame but we cannot divulged and personal information of our guests.”

“I had his details but I left my work bag on the train so I don’t have the full information with me details with me, only the name. If I miss this meeting I could lose my job” You plead.

The guy is still reluctant due to their policies but you have some assets to bring into play. You use your deep sparkling eyes, striking lips brought to a pout and soft sexy accent to great effect as you continue to explain the situation in desperation. He didn’t stand a chance and slips you a note with my door number, hurriedly scribbled on it.

Moments later you are on the 13th floor stood outside my door, still dripping and trying to suppress a shaking feeling deep within you. You wonder if it’s just the cold or the nervousness of doing what you are about to do. You take a long deep breath then knock gently on the door…

Just as you are stepping from the cab, I am sitting in the hotel room wondering what to do with myself whilst I wait for you to get a message back to me. I decide it may be a good time to run a bath and hope you’ll be ready to get back to me when I get out, perhaps stealing some time to keep one another amused for a while. I turn the taps on and the steam instantly fills the air in the bathroom.

I undress quickly and wrap a soft white towel around my waist as I wait for the tub to fill. A minute or two later I hear a noise from the main room and listen out more intently. I hear something again and I turn the taps off. A few seconds elapse and I finally hear a knock so I slowly move towards the door. I look through the peep hole to discover the back of someone’s head, definitely female, kind of recognisable, although merter escort very damp looking. I realise I am stood here in a towel but curiosity gets the better of me and I open the door…

As soon as you hear the door open you turn slowly, lifting your head as you do, until our eyes become firmly locked. It takes me a second or two to register that it’s you beneath the damp hair across your face and we both stand speechless. I finally find my voice.

“How can you be here? “What are you doing here?” I ask in my deep Southern accent.

Your only response is to fling your arms around my neck, squeezing tightly. My arms pull you into me and I feel you shiver slightly from the coldness of being soaked through. I pull you through the doorway, kicking the door closed behind us. I can’t quite believe you are here!

“I just couldn’t let the chance go begging, I needed to be close to you, no matter what the consequences.” You whisper, breathlessly.

I suddenly remember my manners and begin to dry you with a soft towel. I scrub your head until it is left only slightly damp, leaving the towel over your shoulders. Our mouths are now silent as we look into each others eyes, realising that we are both here, together and alone in a very nice comfortable, private hotel room, finally free from the restrictions of our workplace. The corners of our mouths begin to lift until we are both sporting wide grins.

I grab you up in my arms and kiss you so deeply you actually feel quite faint, the long day perhaps taking its toll or maybe just the effect I now hold over you. Our lips are locked for several minutes, our arms just holding each other, taking in the situation, as we know it is something neither thought would actually ever happen between us. We pull apart slightly and you enquire about the towel wrapped around my waist, which is sorely failing to hide my excitement of your closeness.

“I have just run a bath if you’d care to jump in and warm yourself,” I offer.

I indicate the bathroom, where the steam from the hot bath can be seen flooding through the slightly ajar door. You give me a long lingering kiss then go in, as I fetch us a drink. Before long you have stripped naked and just before you step into the tub you notice in the mirror the reflected form of me admiring your gorgeous body from the other room, both my eyes and tongue seemingly popping out at the display. You giggle slightly, knowing I had not seen that you saw me ogling you. As you step into the bath you stop and shout “There is more than enough room for two in here_!!…

You glide into the tub, the bubbles tickling your soft cold skin as you descend. The tub feels scolding hot to your cold body but you soon relax and let out a deep sigh. I enter the room as you turn to me and ask “Are you getting in or not?”

I reach the side of the tub and you take hold of my towel and throw it to the floor beside me. My erection is inches from your face and your eyes open widely at the sight. Before I move to enter the tub you can’t resist a quick play and you gently grip me in your left hand, working slowly up and then down the shaft, mentally counting each inch as you go. As you continue I glide my large right hand through your thick damp hair, pushing it over your ears to admire your long sweet neck. You lean towards me a little more and give the head a little kiss, then another, then another, this time working your tongue slightly around the end.

You begin working your hand up and down as your kisses turn to taking me deep within your mouth. You work to spiral your mouth around me as you nod your head, taking a little longer each time. The feel of your mouth around me sends shivers through my whole body and you too can feel my excitement as you pleasure me. As you continue you look up into my eyes and I into yours and we can see how much we are both enjoying each other. As you pull back I indicate that i’m going to get in the large tub with you, your mouth has worked me into a frenzy and i’m now so hard there is only one place I want it to be.

You slide forward as I step in and sit behind you. You then draw yourself back and I lift your hips up until you are directly above me. As I hold you up, you grab my dick in one hand beneath you and quickly guide it into you. istanbul escort The feel of my thick shaft pressing deep within you has you instantly moaning with pure delight, you whisper lustilly back to me “I’ve wanted to feel you in me for so long now.”

“This has been but a dream to me up to this point, thinking of your beauty and if it is a dream I hope I don’t wake.”

I assist you with your movements up and down my length, the only sounds being the splashing water and your soft moans as I reach deep within you. You hold the sides of the tub to give you a safer position and my hands are now free to caress your body as you work up and down me. My hands are on your breasts, your excitement growing with my touch on you as I work them, tweaking your hard nipples with your moans getting a little louder.

The rhythm of our coupling sends endless ripples around the tub until slowly and surely our increasing pace turns them to gentle splashes up your back…my hands are now exploring your naked flesh all over as you enjoy my length deep inside you, the angle allowing you maximum pleasure from the position we’ve adopted…you know we are both close, the excitement of the moment getting to us all too soon…your movements intensify and you push yourself as deep onto me as you possibly can…over and over, your movements even more rapid now, sending water flying over the side of the tub…I begin to move to your pace to assist us both, water is splashing everywhere now as we speed towards our climax. My body finally submits and cum shoots deep within you…knowing that your body is showing signs of being close to release itself, I work through my own ejection and continue to glide in and out of you at pace until your body finally lets loose itself and you scream with delight as the surge races through your groin and up to your stomach.

You fall back to lay over my body and we both breathe deeply, your breaths in tune with my own as our chests rise and fall as one. My arms cradle you, not wanting to let you go for one second. Your head nestles comfortably into my shoulder and we both lay there spent for a while in silence, only the water splashes into the side of the tub to disturb us.

After a while, the water beginning to cool significantly, we both stand and I again wrap my strong arms around you, pulling you tight into me, your ass cozying into my groin. We step out of the bath, you first and me closely behind, sending water splashing all over the room as we do. I quickly lead you into the bedroom, the both of us dripping heavily on the soft carpet. We stop in the middle of the room, holding one another. We both look around the room and I say to you “The bed?”

You reply “rug?”

I then look across the bed and finally say with a grin “balcony!” and you reply with “mmmmmn… nice!

I take your hand then open the door and step out onto the balcony. The cool of the night feels bitter on our skin at first but that is forgotten in a moment as we are greeted with an amazing sight of a violent storm in the distance. Lightning bolts light the night sky as they crackle in the distance. You stand in front of me looking out into the night sky and the silhouette of your naked body outlined by the lightnings light is certainly a sight to behold, appreciating your form for all it’s worth. I cuddle you from behind, a weak attempt to veil you from the storm. Moments later the loud thunder clap makes you jump slightly, warning of the approaching storm.

Despite your nervousness of the weather the feel of me behind you overtakes and you reach an arm behind you to feel my strong thigh. I lean forward and brushing aside your hair i kiss your soft neck over and over again. You can feel my hard cock once again pressed up between your buttocks and you want it again, right here and now, looking out on the oncoming storm…you lean forward and hold the balcony rail, bending forward to expose your full glory to me. My hands grab your cheeks and gently part them to give me full view of my target…I thumb your opening, pressing slightly inside to check that you are ready to take me again and i’m pleased to find you certainly are…I stand up straight behind you as you order me inside you once again!

The whole scenario has me so solid for you that I glide bayrampaşa escort into you with ease, pushing myself fully in, again bringing squeels of delight from you…I grab your hips to assist with each thrust I have for you until you become in tune with my movements and match yours to mine, pushing your cute ass back onto me…lightning again floods the balcony with light and I lick my lips at the view of your naked form bent in front of me…I rake my nails from your neck down to the base of your spine as I continue to pump you hard…my hips gyrate to ensure you feel me in all the right places for maximum effect. Thunder hits again, a little louder and closer than before and the wind begins to blow slightly harder also. I know we don’t have long before the storm is upon us and I continue to thrust deeper, only slightly faster than before.

The next bolt of lightning is the brightest yet and we must be clearly visible to anyone happening to glance towards the building but we care little about that, the only thing on our mind is giving each other lots of pleasure in the crazy surroundings we find ourselves…the next clap of thunder is twice as loud and we both jump at the sound. ..everything is getting close now, the storm and the passion inside our loins once again…i’m now slamming hard into you, pulling you sharply towards me as I thrust into you…you moan for me to fill you up once again and I double my efforts to satisfy your desire…the trees down below are swaying violently now and we know the time is almost at hand…you grip the balcony rail tightly, your knuckles going white in the effort…you are feeling every inch of me up to my balls as your pussy lips envelope around me…I can see your legs are starting to shudder slightly from the feeling riding around your body from the waist down…I know you are close as the feeling begins to boil within me also and my movements become violently strong like the approaching storm.

All at once there is an explosion of tremendous forces as I shoot my hot load into you once again, just as your body is overtaken by the fire that has been building…simultaneously there is a sharp snap of lightning that hits the building in front of us, sparks dancing across the roof as I continue to ram home my gift for you…the sheer power of our love making a match for the awesome power of the lightning bolt sent from above…you are in a daze, partly from the visual display right before you and part from the rush of emotions of us being so close.

The thunder hitting overhead is suddenly deafening and the light rain that had been falling gently for a while now has turned sharper, colder, heavier…you ease forward to dismount from my spear and I swiftly lift you into my arms before you can protest. I carry you from the face of the heavy storm, now right above us and back into the safety of the bedroom. I grab the duvet off the bed and wrap it around our bodies as you whisper to me how amazing the whole experience had been on the balcony, I wonder if you mean the storm or our coupling and I know the answer instantly as you wrap your arms around me and nestle your head into my shoulder.

We stand for a while, then both fall onto the bed in a heap, still entwined and not wanting to release one another. My strong hands explore your soft naked flesh and the touch sends shivers coursing through your body, delighting you to have me so close. We lay together for a short time before both drifting into a soft sleep, both our faces showing the delight of being as one.

As you slowly open your eyes to the bright sunshine flooding in from the balcony door you disappointingly realise that you are in bed alone. You turn over to find a single purple rose on the pillow beside you and smile. I then emerge from the bathroom in my uniform. I give you a wide smile and you reply with a lick of your sweet lips then softly say “hello handsome” you softly say. I lean down to give you a kiss.

“I need to get to this course of mine” I tell you reluctantly. The look on your face speaks volumes and I quickly realise you have other plans for us. I quickly submit that I won’t be leaving anytime soon, as you come up to your knees on the edge of the bed and your arms snake around me. I tell you how you’re one of a kind, beautiful and loving without equal. You reply that you melt with my voice as we again shut out the world and get lost in each other.

Three days later i’m back at our work place and awaiting my fate for skipping the course, but my head floats away with the thoughts of you alone.

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*Thanks again to Jenna for the inspiration*

Some people called Kelly a slut. Had she been a man, they would have called her a stud, but in a double standard world, women were thought bad of by some if they enjoyed sex.

Kelly was in her early 30’s and had a body just made for sex. She had great tits, wide hips and lots of curves in all the right places. She was outgoing and loved to have fun. She had big blue eyes; curly blond hair and a dazzling “come fuck me” smile.

She had always loved sex. From her first experience, giving her neighbor a hand job, she had always found it exciting and always wanted more. She loved to fuck, and she loved giving head, loved to feel a cock harden and pulse in her mouth and hear the moans of pleasure as hot cum shot down her throat.

She had been with many men, and a few women, over the years but was always looking for new ways to release her abundant sexual energy. Kelly had participated in several threesomes and the excitement of more than one partner had made her start thinking about maybe multiple partners. She had often fantasized about a “gang bang” scenario while masturbating and now an opportunity to do just that had come up unexpectedly.

Kelly had several “fuck buddies” and one of them, Glen, had called her and made a proposition for her to have an encounter with him and several of golf buddies on their next golf getaway.

She quickly agreed and the thought of being with four guys excited her. That night she masturbated and imagined what it was going to be like enjoying four men at the same time.

The day finally came and Kelly awoke excited. The four guys were staying at a time-share condo near the golf course and Kelly had flown in late the night before and had checked into the nearby hotel that Glen had arranged for her. She had slept in, knowing that Glen and his friends would be on the golf course until mid afternoon.

She dressed in a simple summer dress that clung to her curves. Underneath she wore a shear bra and matching thong. She didn’t figure that the clothes would be on for long, but wanted something to give the guys a little titillation.

Kelly had a salad for lunch in the hotel restaurant, and smiled as she noticed the men at other tables checking her out. She loved teasing and moved in her chair so that her dress hiked up giving them a bit of a show. All male eyes were on her as she got up and walked from the restaurant to the lobby.

She took a cab to the time-share and the guard at the gate gave her the key that had been left for her. Entering the time-share, she had a look around. There were three bedrooms, two with two double beds each that the guys appeared to be using and then a huge master suite that obviously had been left for tonight’s action.

She found a bottle of white wine in the fridge and poured herself a glass, moving to the private patio and taking a chair in the sun to await the fellow’s arrival.

She didn’t have long to wait until she heard the door open and the men’s şişli escort voices as they entered the time-share. She turned and saw Glen at the sliding door and gave him a bright smile. He and his three friends made there way onto the patio and Glen introduced them to Kelly.

“They all know why I’m here,” she thought, “but they are being so gentlemanly. That’s good.”

Glen got the guys all a beer and they sat and made some small talk, just getting comfortable with her. She looked them all over and was pleased with what she saw.

Glen, her friend was tall and lean, a runner. Ted, Glen’s business associate from the East Coast was a bit older than the others, short and stocky, but very handsome. Mike, Glen’s college buddy, was about Glen’s age, 35 or so, six feet tall with a muscular build.

John however was a surprise. He was a big black man, with a broad chest and huge hands. Kelly wondered how huge he was elsewhere, but knew she would soon find out.

Kelly loved how the guys’ eyes kept roaming her body as they talked and made sure she moved in ways that showed off her body.

It had been a hot day out on the course, so as they finished their beers, Glen suggested that they grab a quick shower. As the guys made their way inside, Glen came over and gave Kelly a quick kiss and asked, “You sure you’re OK with this?”

“Fuck yes,” she replied, “can’t wait.”

The guys all quickly showered and then headed back to the patio. All were now in shorts and t-shirts and sandals. Once they were all back, Kelly stood up and looked them all in the eye before saying, “Well, I guess we should get this party started!”

She quickly shed her dress and stood before them in just the sheer bra and thong. Sensing some nervousness, she moved toward Mike, slipping her arms around his neck and giving him a kiss. He needed no further encouragement and his strong arms pulled her body close as their lips met in a deep long kiss.

As she and Mike kissed, she felt another set of lips caress the back of her neck and a hand slide along her side.

Mikes hands moved to cup her full breasts and she knew he could feel her hard nipples through the sheer material. She glanced around and saw that it was Ted behind her, his shirt off and as he pressed into her she felt his hardness against her bottom.

Kelly slid her hand down between them and squeezed the bulge in Mike’s shorts. As she did, she felt Ted unclasp her bra as he pressed against her. “Yes” she thought, “This is going to be so hot!”

She kissed Mike again and then turned to kiss Ted, tossing her bra aside as she did. She felt Mike’s strong hands cupping her ass and she sensuously pushed back against them.

Kelly glanced over to Glen and John who had stripped off their clothes and were watching her intently. Her eyes widened as she saw John’s huge cock.

She and Ted kissed. His lips were soft and warm. Her fingertips slid over his broad bare chest, her French tipped nails teasing his nipples.

Four istanbul escort hands slid over her lush body and she ground her pelvis against Teds arousal. Her lips moved to his neck, then his chest, playfully teasing his nipple as she slid downward.

Kelly’s fingers found the snap of his shorts, and then the zipper as she moved to her knees before him. Quickly she slid down his shorts and briefs and his erect flesh bobbed before her. She engulfed him with her mouth, her tongue swirling around his swollen flesh.

Kelly loved cock; she loved the heat, the texture, and the taste. She explored him with her lips and tongue, finding his sensitive places, tasting the first oozes of his precum. She was in her element and knew that all eyes in the room were on her as she demonstrated her skills as a fellatrix.

There was no pretext now as to what was going to happen. Kelly was there for their pleasure and hers and Mike had joined the other two in stripping off his clothes.

The other three moved closer, circling Kelly as her head bobbed on Ted’s rock hard cock.

“Oh I need some of that!” she heard as her lips found the base of Ted’s shaft.

She slowly slid her lips upward and let him pop from her mouth. She turned and took Glen’s familiar cock in her mouth as her hands found John and Mike.

Kelly was in heaven, a cock in her mouth and one in each hand. As she slid her fingers along John’s thick shaft she knew she wanted his huge cock in her and soon. She was dripping wet thinking of the great fucking she was going to get.

She began moving her lips from cock to cock, totally enjoying herself. Saliva dripped from her lips as she sucked these beautiful cocks.

Then, not wanting to wait any longer, she took her mouth from John’s big cock and looked up at the men and said, “I need to be fucked!”

She moved to all fours on the floor and spread her legs. Ted, who had kicked his shorts aside, moved behind her and grabbing her hips thrust his cock into her dripping wet pussy.

Kelly groaned as she felt him enter, and then looked up and saw Mike’s cock bobbing in front of her face and quickly took him in her mouth.

The two men moved in rhythm, Mike slowly fucking her mouth while Ted’s cock pushed deep in her hot pussy.

She could see the other two standing beside her, watching her being used by two stiff cocks, waiting for their turn to use her themselves. This was as hot and good as she had hoped. Her pussy clenched around Ted’s cock as he fucked her and her head bobbed as she skillfully pleasured Mike with her mouth.

Suddenly she felt a pulse and heard a deep groan as Mike could not hold back and gush of thick hot cum spurted into her mouth. She tightened her lips around the shaft and sucked and swallowed the entire delicious offering.

Ted slowed his pace, his cock gliding in the slick velvet of her. He moans softly feeling her clenched around his engorged flesh, but holding back, savoring each second of this delicious fuck.

Mike’s beşiktaş escort cock softens and Kelly lets it fall from her lips, giving it one last kiss as he moves away. As he does, Ted pulls from her and she momentarily feels empty. Ted quickly takes Mike’s place in front of her and she feels two large hands on her bottom, spreading her as John’s huge cock pushes into her needy pussy.

She gasps as he enters her, his cock long, hard and thick. His strong hands on her hips now, pulling her back as he impales her with his manhood.

“God that feels good” she thinks as she takes Ted into her mouth and begins to suck him.

As John’s big dick fills her pussy, she sucks the head of Ted’s throbbing cock as her fingertips move up and down the shaft. In no time she is rewarded by a second load of hot seed, which she eagerly swallows.

Ted’s cock slips from her mouth and she licks her lips, savoring the taste of cum that lingers on her tongue.

Kelly feels John pull his cock from her and she turns with a pout on her lips, only to see him lie down on the floor and say, “Come and ride me baby!”

Quickly she moves to him, straddling him and guiding his massive cock back into her dripping pussy. She starts riding him. cowgirl style, and his big hands find her tits, squeezing them as his tongue washes over her diamond hard nipples.

As she fucks John, she glances around. She sees Ted and Mike laying back in the living room chairs, recovering and watching her and John.

Kelly wonders where Glen is, but doesn’t have to wonder long as she feels him behind her, straddling her and his hard cock sliding up and down the crease of her bottom.

“Oh fuck yes!” she moans wanting both her holes filled with hot cock.

She slows her rhythm, stopping to adjust the angle of her bottom and allow Glen to press his cock against her asshole. She has always loved getting fucked in the ass, but has never experienced double penetration and her body is tingling with anticipation.

Kelly lets out a quick gasp as Glen’s cock pushes past her sphincter and enters her ass. She moans softly as he begins to fuck her and move in a slow rhythm matching that of John moving in her pussy.

All three move together as one, letting the wave of pleasure wash over their bodies as this erotic dance moves towards its climax.

Kelly’s body is flushed and she passes the point of no return. As her body shakes and she cries out, she feels Glen’s arms around her, holding her and showering kisses on her shoulders.

John soon cries out and his cock spurts a huge load into her already soaked pussy.

Glen grasps her tighter and she hears a deep growl of pleasure escape his throat as he too goes over the edge and begins filling her ass with his hot seed.

Together they ride the wave, enjoying their pleasure until finally spent the three of them collapse in a heap on the floor. They lay there, basking in the afterglow of the incredible sex, their bodies tingling from the experience.

After a bit, Kelly gets up, smiles and starts walking toward the bathroom.

Giving them a wink, she says, “That was great guys, but the night is still young, and I do hope you all have lots more for me!”

Perhaps to be continued…

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Birthday Gift

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Coming from a very small town, I was a little shy in my new home. Columbus Ohio isn’t a huge city, but it was allot bigger than I was used to. It was also a large college town. And of course the biggest plus, two hours away from the old home town. I have been living here and going to school since June. I have had different jobs to help pay the bills, but recently I started playing music with a few guys I had met through one of those jobs. I worked for a while as a mix-down engineer at Kingsmill Recording Studios. That gave me pretty much the time I needed for school and to play some music at local clubs. I know this has been a long introduction, but I just wanted to catch you up. That is how I met Leigh. She worked as a waitress at The Castle, a local club. It was a pretty wild place. Three floors with at least one bar on each. The dance floor was a disco throw back, lighted and computerized. The band would set up at the back of this moving light show and believe me sometimes it took allot of concentration to ignore those lights and the images it gave of the ladies on the dance floor.

Leigh was just gorgeous, long brown hair and big blue eyes. They were the color of a light blue summer sky. She was about 5’2″, nice breasts and an ass that made my mouth water. Every time she got close I stammered and stuttered all over the place. Kinda weird, since I was the lead singer for a band called Lunie Tunz. I also played rhythm guitar. We started out pretty mild, you know, her coming over with our drinks between sets and bringing request from customers on napkins, all the while I’m drooling over her every movement. I’ve still retained enough of the country boy shyness that I never said anything about what I was thinking.

One night, with just enough tequila and herb inside me directing my actions. Leigh came over to me with my last drink before the last set. It was almost 2:00 am and I was pretty much settled into going home alone. She handed me my shot and looked deep inside me with those baby blues. Something inside took hold of me and I slammed back that cactus juice, slipped my hand around her back, pulled her close to me and looked back into her eyes.

I told her, ” I’ve wanted to kiss you until your soul felt it since you first looked into my eyes. If you stop me now, I’ll never find the courage to try……..” Before I finished that sentence, she pressed herself tight against me and lightly kisses my lips, slowly parting my lips with her tongue and then probing deep inside my mouth. The kiss felt like a volcano exploding and lasted for a long time.

Needless to say, the last set was over very quickly, and that night was a memory that will live forever. We began to spend every moment together. Making love anywhere and everywhere. She liked the thrill of public sex and I have to admit, I was pretty pumped each time we had a new adventure. We would slip off into a corner or the stock room or even the parking lot out back between sets. Once we had a very intense fuck at a stoplight on the way back to my apartment at 3:30 am. I don’t know how many times that light cycled, but I didn’t last very long at all. She is always amazing.

Leigh has a delicious imagination. There wasn’t anything that she didn’t want to try. It was such a turn on, a beautiful girl that enjoyed my every wish. She told fatih escort me that she would do anything to make me happy. My music was never better. I surprisingly had more energy than I ever had in my life. It’s her attitude and desire to please that I want to write about. I know I’ve already said more than I had to, but I really haven’t even started the story yet.

It was Feb. 7th, the night before my birthday. Leigh and I were eating in and eating out at the same time, so to speak. The subject of my birthday came up, I told her I didn’t want anything, and no party please. I just wanted an intimate dinner and a passionate evening. Just two people sharing my birthday and not allot of hard to digest bullshit. She told me that she promised, she would only do what I wanted and not make a big deal out of it. I didn’t believe her, but I knew by now that I had no way of stopping her if she wanted to make something way to big happen. I just resigned myself to the fact that I was going to have a big birthday. It wasn’t really what I wanted, but anything that made her happy.

I came home from school at about 5:00. We didn’t have a show and I didn’t have to work so I was looking forward to doing nothing, I hoped. None of my roommates were around, which was a little unusual, I kinda paid my rent by doing the cooking for the house. They were always waiting for supper it seemed. I am just glad I love to cook. Hanging on the mirror by a piece of tape was a note addressed to DOC. That’s me. I opened it and read,

Don’t go into the kitchen, supper is on the stove. Don’t bother the cook. You go upstairs and take a shower, your clothes are on the bed. When you finish and get dressed, come on back down and the dinner will be ready.

Luv

Leigh

The note smelled of her. My imagination begin to overrun with the possibilities as I was in the shower. The water flooding over my body only heightened the ideas. After the shower I went into my little bedroom to get dressed. My room was different, sure it was little but it was imaginative. The entire floor was covered with a waterbed. Not to hard to do considering that the room was only as big as a king-size bed. The walls made a perfect frame. A board across the opening of the closet and the doorway completed the frame. Sorry getting off the subject again. Laid out on the bed was a black silk robe and a pair of silk shorts. Another note was laying on top of the robe.

Happy Birthday sweetie. Slip these silky threads over your warm body and come back downstairs to get your present. Don’t put on anything else, all you need is your own scent.

I am already as hard as a rock and the silky material makes it feel soooooo nice. When I get back into the dining room it is already set up for the intimate dinner I wanted. The food looked wonderful and the room was filled with candles. I opened the macramé curtain covering the kitchen door, a single candle lights the room, a voice comes softly from the darken back wall, almost a whisper, “Go and sit down, I’ll be right there.”

Not wanting to spoil the mood I went back to the table and sat at the only plate in sight. A few minutes later the curtains part and out steps one of the prettiest little ladies I have seen in a long time. She has short strawberry blond hair, baby istanbul escort blue eyes, as big as silver dollars. She is dressed in a white silk robe, slightly open she also has on matching lacy silk panties, covering a marvelous little body.

She moves closer to me and stops at my elbow. “I am Angel. This is your birthday present from Leigh. Here..” she hands me another note and stand there just looking at me.

Here is the rest of your present my love. Just as you asked, an intimate dinner, and a passionate evening. Angel completes the package. She’s all yours for the entire evening. I took care of the privacy, you won’t be bothered.

All my love

Leigh

I am floored. I don’t know what to do next. I just sit there and look at the note. Finally a voice speaks up from beside me.

“Doc, I am here for you, I will do whatever you ask. Leigh wanted this to be very special.”

When she had finished talking she knelt beside me, it was only then that I noticed that there was only one chair in the room. Sitting on her knees, she fills my plate with food and begins to feed me. Lifting the fork to my lips she wipes my mouth after each bite. This continues until my plate is empty, almost instinctively she gives me drinks of wine as I need them. Dinner finishes without another word. When the last bite disappears she stands up and takes my hand. Leading me into the living room.

The living room is laid out much like the dining room, candles, soft music, but in place of the table are some silk comforters covering the center of the floor. Pillows are also laid about the comforters. Angel leads me into the middle of the lay-out , unties the belt of my robe and slips it off of my shoulders letting it fall to the floor. She kneels down and moves it out of the way. Again taking my hand she gentle coaxes me to the floor beside her. Standing up, she steps down by my feet and starts to dance to the music, slow and seductive. She unties the belt of her own robe, letting it fall open as she dances. Her breast are very firm and the nipples are hard and pointing out like little bullets. Slowly she removes her robe, teasingly, invitingly. The look in her eyes starts me to boil.

Continuing to dance, she moves closer and is within inches of my touch. Reaching up I slide my hands along her tender flesh, feeling the heat. Seeking out the nipples and rolling them between my fingers. Angel slips her thumbs into the sides of those little panties and looks back into my eyes, as if asking for my help. I again reach up and slide those lacy coverings from her hips, down along her legs and hold them as she steps out. She is now completely naked in front of me, dancing and enticing me. Her fingers replace mine on her nipples and massaging those wonderful little bullets.

Stepping across my lap she straddles me. Her hands move to the v between her legs, they slowly open her labia for me to see inside. Her fingers find the small mound of flesh and rub and stroke her clit until the look on her face betrays that she is close to cumming. I lean forward and slide my tongue along her lips. Tasting the moist skin as she starts to rub her pussy against my tongue. When she starts to cum, she grabs my hair and pulls me close to her as I slip inside the folds with my tongue.

As kağıthane escort her orgasm subsides she steps back and kneels between my legs. She kisses me hard as her hands rub my chest. I feel a drop of her cum fall on my leg. Touching her again I can feel how wet she is. It is running down the insides of her thighs. She moves slowly over me and down my body, kissing and licking all the way. She reaches my crotch and takes me in both hands, licking me like a kid with an ice-cream cone. Stroking me softly, squeezing my balls, she opens her mouth and slides down over my shaft until I am deep inside her hot mouth.

I feel her tighten her throat around me. She licks out and teases my balls as I am buried deep. Her head starts to build a slow rhythm up and down. Just when I know I can take no more, she sits up and slides her body up mine until she is again straddling my hips. This time she is on her knees and she reaches back to put the head of my cock against her hot cunt. Sitting back down on my lap she slides down over my cock until it is deep inside her sweet box. Placing her feet on the floor, she raises up and starts to squat up and down faster and harder. As she is bouncing up and down I reach under and slip my finger into her hot wet ass. She goes wild, bouncing and riding me like a bare back rider on a bucking horse. She starts to cum again and I am flooded with her juices.

She stands up and lets me slip out of her. Turning around she gets on her hands and knees, reaches back, open her cheeks and offers me her ass. She is covered with her own cum and her pussy is quivering and swollen. I jump up and plant myself behind her. I can’t let this pass and I reach up and slide my tongue along her wet slit and into her hot ass. My tongue pushes inside and she pushes back hard against me. When I have her cumming again I take my prick and push the head past the rim of her ass. She lowers her head and starts to finger her pussy and pinch her clit. I push in a little at a time, slowly, steadily, deeper with each push.

When I hit bottom she starts to rock back and forth, picking up the rhythm, moaning and panting. As expected this didn’t last to long and I was about to cum. As my balls contract, again almost as if she sensed me cumming, she lunges forward, turns, and buries my pulsing and throbbing cock deep in her mouth. I start to cum and she swallows fast. She continues to suck and swallow until I am no longer jerking and squirting into her. Letting my spent cock fall from her mouth she lays down and pulls me close. Her kisses are like fire, I suck her tongue into my mouth and rub and stroke every inch of her body. We “celebrated” my birthday until almost sunrise.

When it was all over and she was about to leave I said, “I know this was a special gift, but I don’t know anything about you. You didn’t talk at all. I really do love Leigh, but I don’t think I will get you out of my mind for quite some time. Will I ever see you again, I don’t mean like last night, I wouldn’t ever expect that. But I do want to be friends. If you do?

Angel picks up her coat and purse then opens the door. She turns back to me and with her words again takes my breath away. “Yes Doc, I would love to see you again, and I know that Leigh wouldn’t mind. Even if it was like last night. I’ll be around, I just moved in with her. Leigh is my big sister. I’m starting school in the fall here. I just graduated at mid-term. Bye…..” and out the door she goes. I’ll bet it took me at least an hour to close my mouth.

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This story can be read independently of Chapters 1 and 2, but of course it’s better read after them. I hope you enjoy it! — JB

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I’ve always thought a woman is at her most beautiful when she is happy and shows it. She is at her most fetching when she is nervous and insecure. She is at her sexiest when she is full of guilt or shame due to some secret and perhaps wanton activity.

When Susan met me for brunch that Sunday, at a lovely place near Grammercy Park on the East Side of Manhattan, she combined all three: beautiful, fetching, and sexy. When your lover greets you like that it can be overwhelming. I was overwhelmed.

The brunch place only seats you when your entire party is present. I was outside on the sidewalk and in the queue hoping Susan would show up before it came my turn and in typical Susan style, her timing was perfect. Three minutes after she had kissed me hello our table was ready. I love the way Susan kisses me hello. Even on a sidewalk in New York in the middle of a line of people she does not kiss my cheek or give me a little peck of a kiss. With Susan if she’s going to kiss a man, the man knows he’s been kissed. It’s like that.

I was on a high from having enjoyed her kiss from heaven as we followed the hostess with her tight skirt and wiggling hips upstairs to a table within the cacophonous din of the second floor of the brunch place. As Susan took her seat she leaned forward giving me a wonderful view down her blouse. Even though I see her naked body almost every day and I have stenciled its image into my mind, I still love the ‘inadvertent’ looks down her blouse that Susan donates to the cause from time to time.

I donate to the many and varied charities of New York City. I consider myself to be a generous donor, given my income. Susan in contrast donates to my sexual ego. Susan too is a generous donor. She kicked her shoes off soon after taking her place across from me and her stocking clad feet were caressing my calves under the table as we thought about which omelet we each would choose for brunch.

“You look radiantly happy today, Susan,” I said. Susan had to lean forward to hear me and I enjoyed the view of her cleavage once again.

“I’m glad. I know you think I’m at my best when I’m happy,” Susan said.

“Success with business?” I asked. This opened the door to allow her to share her excitement.

“Oh Harry, it’s amazing! You know that ten-million-dollar apartment I’ve spent half my life showing to potential buyers?” I nodded. “One of them bid on it and his bid was accepted! I can’t believe it! Want a new car? Kitchen renovation? A trip to God knows where? I’ll soon be rolling in dough!”

“That’s wonderful, Susan! That explains too why you look so sexy,” I said, and Susan fell silent, studying her tableware as if it had just been unearthed from the Olduvai Gorge in Tanzania. Was the fork from homo habilis, or homo erectus, I could imagine her wondering? Maybe though she knew that the fork was invented in the Eastern Roman Empire?

Susan’s usual chatterbox character had been zombified, and now she was looking hopelessly fetching. The woman was scared. She was scared for what I would think; scared of what I was thinking, in fact. It was, you see, all about what she might have felt she had to do to make the sale. Real estate is a cruel world and the competition is ferocious. What she might have had to do is not something a girl wants to discuss with her lover over brunch in a noisy, crowded restaurant. I let it go.

Well, actually no, I didn’t let it go. I wish I had. I wish I could have been the amazing modern man who would not ask, and Susan would not tell. But I wasn’t. I was a small, petty, jealous little man. Sue me.

“Was he good in bed, the buyer of the apartment?” I asked.

I knew Susan was annoyed. She never lost her dazzling smile but I could see annoyance in her eyes.

“Probably he is excellent in bed. I wouldn’t know for sure,” she said in a singsong voice while smiling, but glaring at me with her eyes. “You should ask his wife or a woman from his stable of mistresses if you really want to know.”

“That’s a strange reply,” I said.

Susan was thoughtful. I saw something click in her expression. She had never lost her smile but her eyes became evil, taunting even.

“Well, he’s good on the floor, on the stairs — it’s a two-floor apartment — and also standing with me bent over the kitchen counter, so it seems reasonable to think he’s good in bed, too. I cannot tell you with certainty, though,” she said, “because we did not use a bed,” she said.

“Unfurnished apartment?” I asked. I suspect now my eyes were twinkling.

The glare was gone. Susan was reading my face. She was relieved. She nodded, dazzling me with her smile, using both her mouth and this time her eyes as well. Her smile gets me every time. She is impossible to resist.

Susan paused, musing to herself. She added, “He probably would have been good in the building’s elevator, görükle escort too. Even though the ride between the first and the forty-first floor takes a bit of time, it was not enough to really get a rhythm going, you know?” I think she enjoyed the surprise on my face.

“Don’t they have security cameras in the elevators these days?” I asked. Susan gave me an enigmatic smile in reply.

“How was the funeral?” Susan asked, changing the subject and now putting me on the defensive. The mother of my ex-wife Carol had died, and Carol had flown out for the funeral, bringing our daughter Samantha with her. I have always been unable to resist the siren allure Carol has over me. It’s like a conditioned Palovian reaction. I see her and I lose my free will. Or so it seems.

“Tasteful in that way Protestants of the Upper East Side seem to have,” I replied. “It was tasteful to a fault, actually. You could have come you know.”

“I thought about it, but I figured Carol needed you at her side and not to have you torn between the two of us. Is Carol still good in bed?” Susan asked, being catty. I hate it when she’s jealous, but I have to admit jealousy looks good on her pretty face. Somehow, she knew what we had been up to, Carol and I. Well, I hide it poorly, I guess.

“Damn good,” I said. She knew anyway; I might as well have been honest.

“It’s okay, Harry. I know you’re over her,” Susan said with false confidence. Then in a revealing moment she asked, “Aren’t you?”

“I’m sworn to secrecy but my daughter Samantha came secretly to me and told me Carol needs me and that Carol has never truly recovered from our divorce. I told Samantha that I love you now. Samantha’s sixteen and you know, I hope, how headstrong girls can be at that age,” I said.

“At any age, Harry. When we’re older we just hide it better,” Susan said. “I’m sworn to secrecy, too, you know.”

“Samantha met with you, too?” I asked, a bit incredulous. Susan nodded, smiling maternally at the memory of it, or so it seemed to me.

“Really? How? When?” I asked.

“She called me out of the blue. Maybe she was curious what I was like, I don’t know. We hit it off as it turns out, in a kind of godmother/goddaughter way. She confessed to me that she had told you how I had put myself through college, and that she gave you one of my porno flicks to watch,” Susan said. She was fetching again. Her lower lip was trembling which is her tell that she is nervous. “I held her as she cried at how evil she had been. I don’t know how she ferreted out all that information. I had buried it well, I thought. She’s a good kid, your daughter.”

I was silent. I think I was a little stunned.

“Well?” Susan asked. There was import in her tone of voice.

“Well what?” I asked, in feigned innocence.

“What do you think about your lover being a former porn star?” Susan asked. There was heavy lip quivering. Susan asked the question with an even voice, but I knew she was terrified, waiting for my answer. Our omelets were getting cold.

“Susan, I don’t care,” I lied. The truth was that it turned me on, twisted pervert that I am, but I could not admit that to Susan nor even to myself. “I love who you are now, not who you were back then. That history is part of you. You can’t change a person’s history without changing the person. If your licentious past helps to make you the amazing woman I’m in love with now, then I would not change a thing,” I said.

“Oh, Harry,” Susan gushed, and then she leaned across the table and she kissed me. She had never kissed me like that before. She always poured emotion into her kisses, but this kiss, well, it was special. It was unique. The kiss had so much emotion, such complex emotion, love, desire, fear, relief, admiration, it was all there in that one kiss. I was blown away.

“Does egg look good on my blouse?” Susan asked as she giggled. The tips of her prominent boobs had touched her omelet as she had leaned across the table to kiss me. The egg stains looked to be right on top of her two nipples. “At least it’s not on my face.”

“It’s a good look for you,” I said, chuckling softly. “Your place or mine?”

“Let’s eat a little brunch first, you rake,” Susan said.

“That was fun,” Susan said, lying naked next to me in bed later that afternoon. “Want to do it again, lover?”

“How about after you tell me the story of how you got into porn. Remember, no detail is too little to leave out,” I said. I was almost drooling at the prospect. “I get off on stories like that, especially if they’re true.”

“I do, too,” Susan said, not to be outdone and revealing her inner perv to accompany mine. On her, though, it was sexy. On me, I imagine, it was creepy.

“There’s something more important to discuss, however. How are we going to handle this three-way relationship? You, me, and Carol?”

“Does that really bother you, Susan? You’re fucking men all over the place to sell apartments. Does an occasional romp with my ex-wife eskort bayan really bother you? Carol lives in California for Pete’s sake, so how often is it going to happen, anyway?”

“My indiscretions come from my work, just like the porn sex did twenty years ago. It’s fun, recreational sex, but that’s all it is. I could care less about these rich jerks who sexploit me for their misogynist jollies. With you, your sex with Carol is due to love, to deep affection and a shared history. It’s apples and oranges, Harry, and you know it.”

“Well, it won’t happen often, her being in California and all,” I said.

“Don’t hang your hat on your gorgeous cock with that one, Harry my boy. Samantha tells me Carol is being transferred to Google in Manhattan. She’ll live on the same island as do both of us. Samantha is excited about moving to New York. Watch out when that sexpot turns 18, Harry. I’ve seen the way her face looks when she talks about you,” Susan said.

“Nobody told me that. When did you learn? When are they moving here? Where will they live?” I asked.

“You’re a bit too interested for my taste, Harry. Maybe you want Samantha and Carol to move in with you? It would break my heart, but I’ll survive. I have Gloria Gaynor on every single playlist on my iTunes,” Susan said.

“What are you going to do? Think before you reply. Here, let me help you reach a decision,” Susan said and as she finished speaking she leaned over and took my cock inside her mouth and gave me the most amazing blow job of the twenty-first century, I’m sure. I ended up blowing a serious load right into her mouth. She wantonly took some of my cum from her mouth and spread it over her boobs.

“It’s good for my breast flesh. I read it in Cosmo so it must be true,” she said.

“It’s working,” I said, now feeling spent having donated so much cum to my lover Susan. “You have the best boobs this side of the Mississippi.”

“Will I still, once Carol moves to New York? Do you know who she engaged to help her buy a place here?” Susan asked.

“No. I’m not in touch with her. You seem to know everything via my daughter Samantha, anyway. Who…” and then it dawned on me. Sometimes I am so slow! “It’s you, isn’t it? You’re her real estate agent?”

“It’s cute to see your mind work even when it does not involve your cock,” Susan said. “Or maybe it does? Anyway, don’t worry, I’ll show her apartments far from yours. It’s in my own interest, isn’t it?”

“At least you won’t want have to fuck her like you did that asshole who bought the ten-million-dollar apartment… Why are you laughing?”

“You know Harry, for such a fabulous lover you have trouble thinking out of the box. Maybe if your cock would leave my box for a while you could think outside of the box? You are so bleeping heteronormative,” Susan said. She could not stop giggling.

“You and Carol? Are you serious?” I asked, knowing the answer in advance by her face. I now knew Susan’s smug smile. It was a powerful one. All her smiles were.

“I’m sure your daughter Samantha would love to make it into a ladies’ threesome, too, Daddy. Too bad she’s only sixteen,” Susan said.

“Would that really stop you?” I asked.

“Why, yes, of course. Yes, it would. I’m many things, I know, but a child molester is not one of them. Watch out in two years though, Daddy. She’s coming after you, I predict,” Susan said.

“You’ve told me that before, Susan,” I said, enjoying scoring at least one point.

“Let’s get back to the issue at hand. You’re going to have to decide what you’re going to do, lover. Is it me or is it her? Neither one of us will let you have both. You know that, don’t you?”

I looked at her. “You’re going to fuck her, but I can’t. Is that it?”

“Yep. You got that right. For me, it’s business. I’m a slut who fucks as a tactic in selling apartments. For Carol it’s complicated I imagine. There’s the pure lust of course. The forbidden dimension of lesbian sex. Mostly though I think it’s to get at you; to mess with your head.”

“Sometimes it works, too, in the sense of making a sale. Usually I don’t even like the men and women who get it on with me. It’s just business. In the case of your ex-wife Carol, I admit there’s an extra dimension of torturing you, both for her and for me. Win-win. For you, though, and for Carol with you, it’s love. I can’t handle that. Fuck all the floozies you want to, Harry, but Carol is off limits. Got it?”

Susan thought for a minute. She added, “And I’ll know if you fuck Carol. Your face is an open book, Harry. I’ll know. I guarantee it. If you fuck her, I’ll destroy her, and then I’ll destroy you. On the other hand,” Susan said, her voice suddenly getting softer and her eyes getting loving, “if you fuck me and not Carol I’ll make you the happiest man this side of the Mississippi.”

“We’re good, Susan. I’m over Carol and hopelessly in love with you. Please try to temper your jealousy. There’s no cause,” I said. “Now let me take you to altıparmak escort dinner, okay? Italian or Japanese tonight?”

“I’m in the mood for Japanese, but I want Italian wine more. Let’s go for Italian with a great wine list, lover,” Susan said.

In Manhattan that was like shooting fish in a barrel, and Susan and I got rip roaring drunk. I kept reminding Susan of her success with the ten-million-dollar apartment and she kept giggling. She was so drunk I managed to get her to tell me things she had always resisted telling me previously. I wanted the story of how she got into porn, her freshman year of college, twenty-five long years earlier.

Susan began. She began at the beginning.

“Did you know that I came from a broken family? My father beat my mother rather badly and she finally divorced him. She got a court order keeping him away from us. We had no money,” Susan said. “He was the worst when he was drunk.”

“Was he drunk a lot of the time?” I asked.

“Not all the time. But when he was, he was a holy terror. One time he knocked my Mom unconscious and then he came after me. I was pretty young. I was only 15. I was always small but back then I was both small and weak. I was athletic though, and good at gymnastics. It was around then I began learning the martial arts.”

“Were you scared?” I asked.

“Yes and no. I knew what was coming. He had done it before. He never beat me if I didn’t resist too much. My only fear was pregnancy. I got lucky, though, at least in the baby making department, if nothing else,” Susan said.

“My God, Susan, that’s horrible! What a way to grow up!” I said.

“Yes. It wasn’t pretty… I was, though. Everyone said I was pretty. I felt acting was my way out. I had a natural talent for being someone else. It was an escape. Not a real escape, but an escape in my head.”

“I could take a character in a play and become that person. Becoming a character in a play was in and of itself an escape. I was running away in my mind from my father and my horrific life. I was pretty and I was talented. All I needed was a break. I needed a good agent,” she said.

“Did you find one?” I asked.

“I had this friend, Mary. Her Dad was an agent. I now know he had no real ability as an agent. He dealt with sleaze. I did not know that then. He told me I had to wait until I was 18. This is nonsense of course unless I had known his plans for me. I didn’t,” Susan said.

I could figure out where this was going, but I wanted to hear Susan tell it. “Go on,” I said.

“Well, I tried out for every play in high school and I got the parts. Often, I got the lead role. I also tried out for everything in the local theaters in our small town on Long Island. I got parts as fairy godmothers, as a romantic lead, as the Amazonian queen Hippolyta and wife of Theseus in Shakespeare’s A Midsummer Night’s Dream, and finally a part as a teenage prostitute in a play about the mean streets of New York City in the 1980s,” Susan said.

“For the prostitute part I had to wear revealing clothes. That’s when I realized I enjoyed having people look at my body and lust over it. All my friend’s fathers devoured me with their eyes as I pranced about on stage. It was a blast. In the final performance I arranged an ‘accidental’ nipple slip of my outfit. That was a hoot! I got tons of complements over the aplomb with which I handled it. It was all I could do to keep from laughing.”

“I’ll bet you laughed with your eyes,” I said. “I’m sure I would have known.”

“Yes, you would have. But you’ve been fucking me, Harry, and you know me inside and out. Back then I was a virgin and I was not even a gleam in your lecherous eyes,” Susan replied.

“Tell me about the romantic lead role,” I said.

“Good choice, Harry. I thought you might choose that one. We were just kids, teenagers really, so the acting and costumes were PG, but the male lead had a crush on me. He was a bit dishy himself, so when we had to kiss romantically during one of the play’s scenes, we really went at it. He pulled me up flush against him and I put my arms around his neck, and he ground his hard cock into my stomach. That kiss was definitely R rated and had we not been fully clothed in fairly asexual costumes, it might have been X rated. The boy’s name was Ronnie and he thought we should practice the kiss. We practiced a lot, every chance we got,” she said.

“What else did you practice?” I asked.

Susan smiled her light up the night smile. I was into this and she was enjoying telling me the story. “I got totally into my character. I could have cared less about Ronnie, but I was in love with the character in the play he was playing. If you’re young and in love and the boy wants you that way, and if you’re me, then he gets you, you know what I mean?”

“I wanted sex. I wanted sex with a man who was not my father. I wanted to be cleansed,” Susan said.

I nodded. “What kind of sex did Ronnie get?”

“You really want the details? Well, okay, he did not get that much, actually, by adult standards. He got to get me naked, and he got hand jobs galore and he especially liked squirting all over my boobs. I refused to blow him and of course I was much too young to let him fuck me. Anyway, after my father I hated fucking.”

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Preface – PLEASE READ!:

This is the tenth part of what is a running story. It is all about the taboo. You will not find romance here. Any notion and talk of love is subverted to serve the taboo.

Anal sex and incest are MAJOR themes of this story.

You may want to not read this part and other parts if you take offence to any of the following in a lurid, obscene (and of course fantastical) context: incest, rough sex, submission and domination, degradation, extreme sodomy, ass worship, extreme dirty assplay, light or implied scat, and EFRO (erotic female relieving observance).

All characters involved are 18 or older.

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The both of you are in a sitting position on the bathroom floor, with Ana facing you and in your lap. The embrace is far from a usual father-daughter one, with the both of you naked and your daughter sitting her peachy bumcheeks down on your cock. You feel your daughter’s sticky asshole squelch around your cock as you push further inside, the sweet anal syrup that she produces in such abundance lewdly clinging to your shaft and slowly running down to your balls.

You watch her slutty flushed face as your cock bottoms out inside her, and she bites her lip as she starts to bounce on your lap. A steady shlop-shlop-shlop noise starts up as your cockmeat humps her enlarged and sopping butthole, so wet and juicy from your previous activities. The fat brown hole is slopped into, and her teenage sphincter squeezes you close.

“Massage my slutty anus with your big dick daddy, make love to my dirty bowels,” Ana whimpers in your ear as she rides you, her big tits jiggling up and down.

“I love your sticky anus baby, I love reaming it and I love how warm and slutty it feels,” you reply, and gently bite the lobe of her ear.

“My bottom is always warm for you daddy,” she says. “And it’s definitely the ass of a slut.”

You massage her full buttcheeks and nastily kiss her, her with mouth wide open and her tongue stuck out, and she moans like a whore as her bouncing increases on her father’s lap, and the juices and filth around her bumhole froth up around your plunging cock.

Your daughter’s fat bum has opened up even more to your dick now, and her backdoor entrance, already stretched from before, is a debauched joy to fuck, a gaping sloppy bunghole that squelches as Ana goes up and down, your thick cock slipping and slopping out like juicy hard fruit plunged into a baked pie, or driftwood from the sea thrown into a cavernous underground pool, heated by hot springs and dripping wetness from the walls: all hopeless analogies your mind arrives at when trying to describe the obscene wet whorehole that is your daughter’s backside.

“Mmm my anus is especially wet and horny today, can you feel how dirty it is inside?” Ana says, jolting you out of your strange similies.

“It’s very dirty and slutty today baby, it’s full up with your bumhoney. I’m going to have to fuck you after taking you to the toilet more often if this is how lewd görükle escort bayan and depraved your bottom is going to be.”

“I’ve told you before, I want a cock in my sexy bottom right after I have a poo each and every time.”

Your cock flexes in your daughter’s ass and you grab her hips to steal control away from her, pounding her rectum, feeling it squish around your shaft as her big jugs shake about in all directions.

“I still can’t believe my daddy is butt-fucking me, it’s so hot I don’t think I can ever get used to it!” Ana cries, her little hands on top of your shoulders. “Keep fucking your daughter’s ass!”

This is a statement that is always a delight to hear but quite an unnecessary command. You kiss her pretty and lustful face and neck, tonguing them like a dog. She whines and her face looks completely stressed, her mouth parted and her teeth showing, in an expression born of lost control and sense, of the body breaking down from agonising debauchery and the extremest of fetishistic pleasure, both physical and emotional. It is a face that only extreme, rough and passionate taboo buttfucking can bring you, and that is also something that causes no end of frenzied vocal outburts.

“Sodomise me daddy! Bum me!” Ana wails, her teeth gritted and strained, her eyes desperate and nearly crying. “Fuuckk, more! Sodomise your big titted teenage daughter, pound my fat butt, pump my sexy bum! Keep on penetrating my hot little bottom! Fuuuckkk!”

You wrap your arms around her and grab her tight, her boobs crushed into you. You rut away deep in her ass, in short hard strokes, and you groan. The first jet of hot jizz shoots up into Ana’s rectum and she breathes out loudly and fiercely as she feels it.

“Shoot your cum in my bum daddy! Deep in my fucking bottom! Fill me up with all that daddymilk! I wanna feel it sloshing away deep inside me. Cream my gorgeous anus daddy. Use me as your pretty little cumdump.”

You take your time lathering her insides, much to her enjoyment and her own delicious orgasm, her head lolling about as she feels her bottom filled up with a creamy cum, like a hose into a bucket. You pull your dick out when you are done, with a nasty wet sound. Her asshole farts stickily at you and she gives you a depraved look, her index finger playing with her bottom lip.

You roll her backwards, moving the both of you with some effort until she is lying on her back on the more comfortable bathroom mat. You hover your cockhead at the entrance, circling your cock around her loose sticky ring like the edges of a yoghurt pot. It pulsates at you, winking and making noises occasionally, with a few globules of cum leaking out to run down her deep crack.

“Stuff that cock back up my big ass, stuff it deep,” Ana snarls at you. “Quench my thirsty asshole with your cum dripping cock. You know it can’t get enough. You know I can’t get enough of being buggered like a whore.”

You lean in and lie down on top of her, and her legs wrap around your back as she takes you inside altıparmak eskort her backdoor. You sink your cock back into the depths of Ana’s clasping teen bottom with a single long thrust, feeling your cock swallowed up into a reservoir of your own semen. Your cockhead gets soaked in the thick mixture, like warm white syrup.

“Why are you so dumb?” you whisper rhetorically into her ear.

“I don’t know daddy, I just am.” She cries a little as you slowly and passionately ream her warm sticky butthole. Your own cum coats your balls as you push into your previous deposit and some of it is forced out to make room for your cock.

After a few minutes of this loving but degrading anal sex, with you stroking and rubbing Ana’s face while plunging into her backside, her legs up and tight around you, you suddenly get an idea and pull out, pushing yourself back through Ana’s legs until they unlock to let you pass.

“Whaaat?” Ana cries, her face scrunched up.

“I have an idea baby, and I want you to stay super horny for me.”

“I’m always horny daddy! And my bum needs it bad!”

“It’ll get it soon. But first I want to fuck that hot teen rack of yours. I want my slimy cock from deep in your ass pushed between your big fat titties, that completely fuckable chest.”

“Mmm well since you put it like that daddy, I guess my ass can wait. I’ve wondered when you were gonna fuck my boobies. It’s normally the first place guys go to.” She gets up on her knees and you stand up, and she opens up the valley between her big boobs and wraps your sloppy cockmeat between them. She looks up at you with long-lashed doe eyes, and you grab her meaty funbags from the sides and squeeze them together, creating a nice tight but soft cleft to fuck. You start to slide in and out, and quickly pick up speed, your cumslick penis having no problem with friction in your daughter’s tit valley.

“Do you like having your big tits fucked baby?” you ask her, as her cheeks go red once more.

“Mmmph… daddy you have no idea. I love being boobfucked! Pressing my big fat boobies together around a big cock and the guy using my melons to jerk off. Mmm it makes me feel like so good, just used for my huge boobs. I love it when it’s like a guy is only there for my tits, not even looking at my face, like I may as well be just a pair of tits to him and nothing else. Makes me feel so hot and degraded and dumb. I love being a big titty slut! When I go on nights out I’m always begging guys to cum on my big tits. If I’m drunk I sometimes just go up to strangers and ask them and then go on and on until they let me have my way. Usually it doesn’t take too much begging before their cock is in my chest though.”

“Aw that’s my girl. You really need cock in your boobs then?”

“I just get in that kinda mood, especially when I drunk and I’ve been dancing in the clubs and having my cleavage all pushed out and jiggling away all night and getting all hot and sweaty. When you’ve had your chest stared at the whole nilüfer escort night by guys and girls eventually you just need it grabbed and screwed. I’ve told my friends loads of times that I just need to go and get a quick titfuck, just get some cum on my rack, and that I’d be right back. They’re used to it by now. I just go to an alleyway outside the club, or sometimes just in the guy’s toilets. Mmm make love to my boobs daddy. Use them to cum.”

“You always get it straight away?” you say, ramming her melons with more force now, turned on with your daughter’s talk.

“Not always, sometimes I get really desperate. Sometimes I can’t find anyone to fuck them, or people want to fuck me and not my tits, or they fuck my tits but want to cum somewhere else. Sometimes that’s cool, like when they wanna fuck my tits till they cum on my pretty dumb face. But often once my mind is set on getting that soothing cum on my hot chest then I just really need it bad. I can get all upset and worked up if they won’t fuck and cream my huge knockers.”

“Aw, do you have a little tantrum till a guy fucks and jizzes all over your slutty pushed out cleavage?”

“Yes daddy I go crazy! Sometimes I even cry till they fuck my big bouncy boobies and cum on them… Some of them like me crying while they’re fucking my chest, and I do it ’cause I’m so desperate for that cum and they’re getting me all worked up, laughing at me and calling me names. One time I was crying so hard my tears were soaking the guy’s cock, making the titfuck really wet and sloppy. That was so hot. I’m really good at crying when I’m worked up, guys have called me the best and the dumbest crying slut they’ve ever seen.”

“That’s really hot baby. I can see you’re crying a little bit now.”

“Mmm daddy I know,” Ana whimpers. “I can’t help it when I’m like this. I’m glad you like my tears like the other guys. I just wish my big whore tits could always be covered in a layer of cum. But I guess I wouldn’t cry if I was always satisfied.” She sniffs and her reddened eyes blink away more tears. Her mascara is starting to run down her face making her appear even sexier and more like a whore.

“Your talk and tears is really getting daddy worked up baby. If you’re a good crying slut then you can get daddy’s cum on your big bouncy chest.”

Ana scrunches her face up, looking so abused and aroused, and after you slap her face a couple of times she starts to sob, which increases in vigour as you resume a frantic and sloppy titfuck. Her warm breasts feel amazing pumping around your cock, and just looking down at her impressive teen rack and her sexy crying face makes you about to orgasm.

“Please cum on my big tits and all over my pretty little face!” Ana wails. “I’ll keep it on, I’ll wear your cum proudly! I can soak the insides of my big bra cups with your cum, keeping my boobs all sticky inside them.”

“Good girl, I wouldn’t expect any less,” you grunt, and you squirt out drape after drape of jizz, covering your daughter’s melons that she holds up to you as an offering. She breathes hard, looking with slightly crossed eyes alternately at your squirting cockhead and at her cumdripping boobs. When you are done her heaving bosom is covered in your thick white jizz.

Ana looks at you, and gives you the biggest smile ever. “Let’s go on a walk daddy,” she says.

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Little Miss Sulky

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Privately, I call her ‘Little Miss Sulky’. Tara, my wife’s daughter from her first marriage is a mass of seething teenage hormones and temper tantrums wrapped up in a nicely curved-in-all-the-right-places, curly-blonde-headed package. She is an fairly ordinary, nice looking kid…no that’s not right, emerging young woman…or rather, she would be without the constant sulkily pouting lips and sullen frown. She really is very pretty when she smiles, which is all too seldom.

Tara fiercely resents her mother for finally leaving and then divorcing her husband to escape the regular drunken Saturday night beatings and marital rapes. Tara still thinks the sun shines out of the bastard’s backside! Her face lights up whenever it is time for she and her brother, Jim Jnr, to go on one of their court-ordered visits. It seems as if that is the only time she is ever happy.

But even more fiercely, Tara resents that one day her mother met me – in a clash of trundlers at a supermarket checkout! And she is really pissed that Shelley and I instantly liked each other, became friends, then lovers, and then decided to marry, thus cutting Jim out of the picture altogether. Besotted with her father, Tara has made life hell for the rest of us ever since. Even Jim Jnr doesn’t escape her wrath. Her battles with Shelley are frequent and immense, and usually end up in tears with Tara slamming her way to her bedroom in high dudgeon. And the hot stares of pure hatred the girl throws in my direction on a daily basis need to be seen to be believed! I do my best to talk to her, but my attempts at gentle humour are received with disdain and “one of those looks”.

I became a househusband. A few months after our wedding, I got caught out in an accident on a construction site when some contractors were tearing down an old building before the company I worked for as a civil engineer could start the new project. Under normal circumstances I would have been out of harm’s way, but a collapsing wall demolished the lightly fabricated site office where I was working. Two of my assistants died and I ended up in intensive care. Laid out immobile on my back, I speculated that no doubt Tara was pretty disappointed that I survived. Luckily, our income didn’t suffer too greatly. Shelley was able to go back to working at the bank, where she had been an account manager until Tara was born, and she was quickly re-assimilated into that role. And as I got better, I resumed some of my engineering work, but by remote as a consultant instead of full time.

Therefore, I am generally here when everyone gets home. Jim Jnr spends lots of time with his buddies after school and only arrives to wash up before dinner. Shelley shows up between 6.30 and 7pm, although she sometimes surprises us all by getting home early. So most often, Tara is the first one to show her face and, of course, she heads to her room without even acknowledging my presence.

But the day before yesterday is different…

Instead of going to her room, Tara comes into the kitchen, where I am starting to prepare the evening meal. She doesn’t speak, just stands at the other end of the room leaning against the bench with her back to me, drinking the glass of water she has just drawn from the tap. I notice that her shoulders are slumped. In fact, her whole body language says that she is thoroughly dejected.

“What’s up, kiddo?” I ask, speaking quietly and not looking at her. “Bad day at ‘the office’?”

I am startled by a muffled sob. I shoot a quick glance in Tara’s direction and see that her shoulders are shaking.

I stop what I am doing and dry my hands. “Hey Tara, what’s up? Any way I can help?”

“No…there’s nothing you can do!”

The usual helpless feeling a male gets when he is faced with a female in tears overcomes me. I move close to her and put my hand on her shoulder, “C’mon…even though we don’t get along the best, I’m still here for you…” There is a sudden thought in the back of my mind that maybe Tara has got herself pregnant. “You’re not ‘in trouble’ are you…?”

She turns to look at me. Tears streak her cheeks and her eyeliner has run. “In trouble…? Oh…no…you mean…? No, nothing like that!” She smiles ruefully and murmurs again, “No, nothing like that…” more to herself than to me.

Tara mops her face with the backs of her hands, spreading her makeup around even more. She looks like a rather sad Panda. “It’s just girl stuff…”

“Aaaaah…” Another instant male reaction – the time of the month!

“No, it’s not that either. It’s just that on the way home two of my best friends…or at least I thought they were my best friends…came out and told me I am a fat slob. And then they said that I’d never get to go out with any really good-looking guys until I lose a lot of weight. They were so mean…!”

Tara stands no chance of some day walking the catwalks as a model, the stocky, build she inherited from her father is against her, but if she is sensible with her diet and gets plenty of exercise, neither will she get fat.

“Oh come on!” I exclaim. “I don’t know where Escort Kartal they got the ‘you’re fat’ bit from…you look just fine to me…perfectly normal in fact. And you certainly aren’t a slob…you look after your hair and clothes and things beautifully…no bullshit! I suppose they’re a couple of skinny flat-chested…!”

“They are so slim and pretty! And they have nice tits. All the guys chase after them…”

I shook my head, “Jesus, some people! I tell you, if I were a young guy looking for a girlfriend, I’d pick a curvy, good-looking girl like you before one of those anorexic bitches who walk like they’ve got a broomstick permanently up their butt…!”

To my surprise, Tara turns to me, puts her arms around my middle and presses up to my front. I instinctively put my arms around her.

“Do you really mean that…?” Her voice is muffled against my chest.

“Bet your cute ass I do…!” It was meant as a joke, but my stepdaughter really does have quite a cute ass; the kind of springy handfuls a guy likes grab hold of while he’s sliding his cock in and out of a chick’s hot little snatch.

“Thank you, Dave…”

I know I should break away, but Tara feels so good in my arms. Her generous breasts bore into my chest. I can feel her warm belly against mine. I do not mean it to happen, but my body reacts. I begin to get hard. I think to myself, “Shit, Dave! She’s your wife’s daughter! She’s twenty years younger than you are for Chrissakes!” and then “Oh God, I hope she can’t feel my dick!”

Yet, I still clasp her to me.

We hold each other for what seems like aeons, although it is only a few seconds. My pulse thumps like a bass drum in my ears. I can feel my blood singing through my veins. Then I realise that, yes, Tara can feel my erection. She is pushing her pelvis closer to my hardness, and is rubbing her belly against it.

We both know we are tumbling into the danger zone and should stop this now! Yet we still clasp each other tightly.

Her thick golden mane of hair is loose today. Tara sometimes wears it tied up in a ponytail, showing off her neck. She has a lovely neck; it is one of her best features. I sometimes find myself wondering how it would feel to stroke the skin of that fragile seeming column. Ok, I have always had a “thing” about the back of a woman’s neck. Without prior thought, I slide a hand up her back, under the heavy strands of hair and inside the collar of her school shirt. She is just as I imagined, soft and smooth, yet strong as well. I stroke her skin with the pads of my fingertips and Tara presses ever tighter to me.

Suddenly, her grasp on my waist slackens. I find myself breathing a deep internal sigh of disappointment that the moment is over. But no! Tara is not moving away from me! Instead, still using me for support, she is sinking slowly to her knees! By stroking the back of her neck I was not telling to her to do this. I wasn’t pushing her down, or anything like that! But she must think I was! I should stop her and make it right, but I don’t. With my heart pounding, I let my stepdaughter to go on down. Her cheek slides down my chest and down my belly until she comes to kneel on the tiled floor before me with her forehead resting on my belt buckle.

My cock feels like an iron bar in my pants. All reason leaves me. My whole being cries out to me to get that hard flesh out and push it between Little Miss Sulky’s pouting lips! I tell myself that she must do this all the time with her boyfriends. She wants it! She loves it!

The sound of my zipper sliding down is like ripping metal. Tara must know what I intend to do. I tell myself that if she pulls away now, I will not force her! But a little voice inside me says “Come on Dave, you’re not so sure about that!’

Tara tilts her head back, but not away from me; she is still holding on to me by my hips. Her eyes are closed, or perhaps she is looking down; her eyelashes are very long on her cheeks. She is making room for me to put my hand inside my pants to get my cock out – she wants it!

Tara does not flinch when my member finally appears in the open, so she must have her eyes closed. It looks huge, gnarled and angry this close to the smooth soft skin of her face. I present the bulging mushroom cap to her mouth. Dark purple-pink presses purposefully on sulky delicate pink cushions. My cock feels heavy in my fingers; my balls swell with seed in their sac. Her lips are so soft! Delicate gives way to hot purposeful power. I press against her teeth. Tara opens her jaws wide. I wonder if she can take me in, I look and feel so massive!

I slide the head of my cock into her wet warmth. She just lets it happen. Very quickly, I realise that I am wrong – Tara has never done this with anybody before. I should pull back, but it is too late for that now. Just the same, I don’t want to frighten her, so I fuck her face gently, just moving in and out by a few millimetres. I can feel my glans sliding forwards and backwards over her lips, her bottom teeth and her tongue.

I stroke her hair affectionately and I feel her move her tongue on me. Tara is learning fast. She moves her head forward, taking me deeper into her mouth. Her tongue is working vigorously on me now, roiling over the head of my cock and exploring the ridged underside. The tingling warning of an impending climax grows in the area behind my balls. She must taste my pre-cum. Tara is breathing heavily through her nose. I look down at her in wonderment at the way her lips circle my cock and how wide it stretches her mouth. Even though they are contained within a bra, her nipples stick out hard through the cotton of her school shirt, She has pulled her skirt up her thighs and is rubbing between her legs through her panties. Her panties are pale blue with tiny red flowers printed on them.

The sight of Tara touching her pussy swiftly brings on my orgasm. I warn her so that she can take her mouth away, “Tara, I’m going to cum…”

She carries on licking at my cock head and fucking me with her mouth. She is holding my cock in her fingers now and sucking on me very gently.

I am desperate! “Tara! I’m going to cum!”

It is too late. She can feel my cock jerking and pulsing in her fingers anyway! Fierce jolts of pleasure wrack my body. I hear Tara gulping and gasping for air as she frantically tries to swallow the floods of sperm I am spurting into her. She tongues the sensitive underside of my cock and sharp, renewed spasms blast through me. I try to take my cock away, but she follows me with her mouth, determined to keep me there until the very end.

I let her lick and suck me, extracting every drop of semen from my body. I tremble with pleasure at each and every caress from her tongue. My cock softens and shrinks, eventually falling out from between her lips – a small, wrinkled tube of flesh, a caricature of the potent rod it was a few minutes before. It is wet with her saliva. A small dribble of after-cum drips from its tip onto her bare leg. Her lips look dark, swollen, bruised. She is holding her pussy under her skirt, but is no longer rubbing herself. She does not look at my cock; her eyes are still closed.

I am just about to drop to my knees, to take her in my arms, to hold her, to tell her that I didn’t mean that to happen, and how sorry I am, when we hear the sound of Shelley’s car in the driveway. She is home very early. Thank God she didn’t arrive five minutes sooner! Tara scrambles to her feet and heads for her room. “Tell her I’m doing my homework,” she calls out as she runs out of the kitchen.

The change in Tara’s demeanour amazes everybody else at the dinner table. She is as nice as pie to me and equally considerate to her mother. Even Jim Jnr takes time out from shovelling food past his ever-hungry jaws to exchange a few jokes with her. After the meal I notice Tara and her mother talking earnestly in the kitchen, which culminates in Shelley taking a long, speculative look in my direction. “Oh shit! Tara has told her all about this afternoon!” repeats endlessly in my mind. But when my wife joins me afterwards to watch TV she says nothing. Eventually, almost bursting at the seams with curiosity, and no small amount of trepidation, I have to ask, “What was all that about between you and Tara?”

“Oh, I was telling her how nice it was to have her back to normal at last…and she was telling me how great you are and that you helped her out with her biology project… I didn’t know you are such an expert…”

Almost choking with relief, I manage to get out something like; “You’d be astonished at the things us engineers have to know about!”

Later, in bed, Shelley is feeling very friendly, in spite of it being a workday in the morning. When I ease my willing cock into her familiar, wet warm channel, after preparing her with my tongue, I can’t help wondering how it would feel do this with Tara. But all thoughts of my stepdaughter leave my mind as my wife rolls us over, so that she is on top, and proceeds to fuck the living daylights out of me! Her screams and my shouts of ecstasy when we orgasm together echo in the night. And then we sleep in a sweaty, naked, happily sex-smeared tangle until the alarm wakes us in the morning.

Little Miss Sulky is back to her old self at breakfast time. For no apparent reason, a flaming row erupts between the girl and her mother. Then I overhear Tara’s shouted accusation: “You were carrying on like animals!” which almost results in Shelley slapping her daughter’s face. When I try to pour oil on the troubled waters, Tara yells at me to “Mind your own fucking business!” which sets the argument off all over again. I am thankful for the peace and quiet when everybody has left.

I am sitting in my favourite armchair in the lounge reviewing a project report I’ve just finished when Tara arrives home from school. She goes straight to her room. I don’t blame her. After what happened yesterday afternoon she has every right to avoid me. But then she surprises me by coming into the lounge. She stands in front of me with her hands clasped behind her back, still wearing her school uniform shirt and skirt, but she has taken off her shoes and socks, and is barefoot. Her breasts protrude under her shirt most invitingly. As I look at them, her nipples harden. I cannot prevent my cock hardening in unison, but I pray that she cannot see my growing excitement.

I start to talk about what I made her do, and to make the apology I didn’t get to voice, but she is not interested. She drops to her knees and pushes my knees apart. She crawls between them and rests her elbows on the tops of my thighs. She has undone the two top buttons of her shirt so that I can see into her cleavage. Her breasts look soft, warm and inviting. Tara cradles her chin in her hands and looks me in the face. She says, “Don’t worry about yesterday, Dave…I enjoyed it…I want us to do it again…”

I start to protest, to say “No!” but she silences me by reaching out and starting to undo my zipper. “I know you are interested,” she murmurs, “I can see you are already growing an erection…”

I can’t take my eyes off her sulky lips while she speaks. My mind is full of how good it felt yesterday when I pushed my cock in between them and into her mouth.

“Get it out” she tells me, “I want to see it…”

Once again, I try to tell her “No!” and once again she cuts me off, this time by telling me, “If you don’t, I’ll tell Mum all about what you did to me yesterday…”

It is difficult to get my cock out while I am sitting down. It is so stiff it gets tangled up in my underpants, making her giggle with amusement. Tara laughs so seldom it is heart warming to hear her now, even under these circumstances. Eventually, I get my cock free. It stands up like a defiant flagpole pointing directly at her face.

She closely examines every millimetre of my hard flesh, gently pushing it forward and back, and from side to side, so that she doesn’t miss a single detail. She traces the purple-roped veins with a fingernail and I tingle inside with pleasure. A drop of pre-cum emerges. With her fingertip, Tara spreads it around the silky skin of my cock-head, making it gleam, then carries her finger to her mouth to get my taste. She looks me right in the eye when she licks her fingertip.

“What are you thinking, Tara?” I ask myself.

With a secretive smile, Tara lowers her face to my cock. Her tongue flickers over my cock-head and then down my shaft. Soft little kisses trace the path followed by her fingernail a few moments before. The pressure builds within me. She returns to my glans. A wiping flick of her tongue makes my cock jump in her fingers. My mushroom head bumps against her nose. “All right then…” she murmurs softly, shaking my shaft gently from side to side. “Don’t be so impatient!”

Tara eases me between her lips. With fingers and tongue and gentle sucks, she takes me teasingly to my climax. When she feels the first tremors shake my cock, she opens her mouth wide and rests just its tip on her tongue so that I can see my sperm shoot from me and into her mouth. She swallows it down and then sucks me dry. And when I am done, she tucks my shrivelled softness back into my pants.

“Was that nice?” she asks me ingenuously.

“I-it w-was amazing…” I stammer. “I was wondering…”

“How I got so good in such a short time? Don’t worry, I haven’t been practising on anybody else, I got some of the girls at school to tell me how they do it…”

Still somewhat stunned, I decide I must reward her…I should go down on her and give her equal pleasure. I convince myself that it is just for her, but in reality it is all for me. I want to possess her. I want to look at her between the legs to see if her pussy lips pout as sulkily as her other lips do, and I want to smell and taste her youth.

I get out of the armchair and help her take my place. I don’t have to tell Tara what I am going to do, she guesses already. It is a big chair; Tara looks lost in it. She half lies; half sits on the seat with her body twisted so that her head rests on one arm. Her eyes are closed.

She lets me arrange her, as acquiescent as a rag doll. She lets me push the front of her skirt up her thighs to her waist without a murmur of protest. I look at her legs; their skin is richly plump, soft and smooth. Her panties are a pale primrose triangle today. The small hillock of her mound excites me. I am impatient to feel its chubby pad and supple hairs pressing on my nose while I explore her vaginal slit with my tongue. She lets me part her thighs. I peer between them, closely examining the cloth that hides her pussy. It is stained, damp – Tara is, or has been, very sexually aroused.

Starting at the inside of one soft knee, I move with swift licking kisses up her inner thigh until I reach yellow. I briefly kiss the cloth covering her mons and breathe in her female odour. Then I kiss my way down the other thigh to her other knee. I straighten up to look at her again. Her eyes are still closed. All the while I was kissing her, Tara did not react to the touch of my lips. But the rapid rise and fall of her chest and the slight bouncing of her belly skin caused by thump of her heavily beating heart tell me she is far from indifferent to what I am doing to her.

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Kelly the Waitress

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Author’s Note:

This short story contains depiction of scat fetish and enema and may not be suitable for all tastes.

Dan took a look around the diner. It was dark outside, the dusty road was desert for a long stretch. Summer was running out, but the air was still pleasantly warm. Only four customers were left. There was Ronnie, a huge black farmer in his early thirties who lived alone and dined at Dan’s almost every night. There was Frank, forty, a thin tall sinewy grease-monkey, with his twin brother Jeff, pretty regular customers also. And then there was Annie, the truck driver. Well, she was not a “regular”, but Dan did not think she will bail out. He actually hoped the opposite would happen, since she was a nice piece of ass.

Dan grinned and went to the door, locked it and put the “Closed” sign on, then proceeded to shut all the blinds. Frank and Jeff chuckled, Ronnie put on a shit eating grin. Annie looked a bit puzzled, but she caught whiff that something interesting was about to happen, so she finished the rest of her chilli con carne and gulped down the cold beer.

When Kelly entered the room all eyed fixed on her. She stopped on the kitchen doorway. She was trembling, mascara running down her cheeks, her blonde hair in a ponytail. She held a very large dog bowl in her hands, and she wore only a skimpy white apron, black stiletto heels and a red dog collar.

“Come on,” Dan said.

Kelly made a few steps forward, leaned and put the bowl in the middle of the floor. When she straightened up she glanced at Annie. The woman’s mouth was sealed shut, but her eyes were sparkling. She liked the show, apparently. Kelly looked straight in front of her and started speaking with unsteady voice.

“The vegetable soup has gone cold. I am in charge of keeping it warm. So Dan wanted to teach me a lesson. He made me strip, go on all fours, ass up in the air… and he slid a big funnel in my… in my asshole. Thank you Dan, for applying olive oil. Dan poured in the cold soup. Then…”

Kelly removed the apron in a single move. All eyes scanned her head to toe, slowed down on her firm tiny breasts and stopped on her shaven mound. The girl sighed, turned her back to her audience, then bent over.

A carrot protruded from her anus, leaves and everything.

Kelly continued: “Then he put the carrot in, to make sure I did not spill any of it. It has been sitting inside me for half an hour, now, and it is giving me really painful cramps, and it burns because of all the chili. Now I have permission to eat it in front of you all.”

She squatted over the dog bowl and reached behind her with one hand to grab the carrot. As soon as the tip of the carrot left her asshole, a stream of soup began to flow with loud noises. Kelly remained in that obscene position grimacing until the last drop hit the bowl, almost filled to the brim. Her anus was puckered and red. She stood up and turned to face the party of five. Dan was grinning while the others were mouth agape.

Tears began running down Kelly’s cheeks. She moved the carrot to her mouth. Brownish streaks were visible along the orange shaft. Kelly opened her mouth and let the big vegetable slip between her lips and teeth. She bit the carrot and started chewing. A rivulet from her butthole trickled on the inside of her tigh.

The room was so silent she could hear her heartbeat while the uninviting smell of the soup filled the air. Kelly gave one last byte and the carrot was gone. She chewed and gulped down, then used the leaves to wipe her ass and threw them in a corner. She Escort Maltepe looked with pleading eyes at her husband. He stood there like a statue. She lowered her head, defeated, then went on her knees and elbows and began lapping up the foul liquid.

Dan spoke to the customers.

“Ok, lady and gentlemen… while Kelly here is having her dinner you can enjoy her however you like, that’s how much we care for our customers in this restaurant. Just remember: her backdoor is exclusively mine.”

Frank and Jeff stood up and went straight to where the beautiful blonde was performing her little show. They circled her a couple of times and then undressed. Frank went first. He kneeled down behind the waitress, parted Kelly’s labia with his fingers and slid his long thin cock inside her. She continued lapping while Frank grabbed her by the waist and began pumping. Kelly shivered and tried not to stop eating the soup.

Jeff stroke his dick, getting ready for his turn. He did not have to wait long. Frank stiffened, groaned and climaxed with a final thrust which caused Kelly to lose her balance for an instant and dipped her face in the soup. She wiped herself with her hand, then licked her fingers clean, sobbing. Jeff took the place of his brother and slammed his cock into her juicy pussy, stirring the cum that his twin left there. He had a crazed look in his eyes, and grinned while pumping in and out. Kelly seemed concentrated on the soup, but Jeff could feel her pussy contracting eagerly. He slid out, stood up and started masturbating until he came, splashing his spunk on her back. He moved aside on wobbly legs, panting. Ronnie kneeled behind the girl. He softly patted her butt, then grabbed her hips in his huge hands and started sliding his cock into her. She lapped the last soup and braced for the assault. Ronnie was big, but gentle, and she arched her back and moaned when he was in to the hilt. He rocked back and forth, while Jeff’s cum slid down from Kelly’s back down to the floor. Kelly’s breath grew faster and she came, shivering and moaning loudly. Ronnie, excited even further by the show of the pretty waitress hitting her orgasm, uttered a loud: “Unghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” and then deposited his cum in her pussy.

Annie sprung up: “Please fuck me, you all!”

Everyone turned toward the brunette. They have forgotten her while Kelly was under the spotlight, but Annie had her fingers inside her unzipped jeans and her cheeks were red.

“I’m so hot, I can’t just sit here anymore. Do me like you did her, I beg you.”

Dan had a wry smile on his face, and did not look at all surprised.

“Sure, no problem.”

He pinched his chin, and then added:

“Rule of the house, though: before these fine gentlemen here can taste your sweet cunny, I would have the privilege to come in your ass.”

Annie was taken aback. She looked around the room. Everyone was staring back, even Kelly, cum oozing from her cunt and drying on the small of her back. No sympathy there.

“O… Ok…”

Dan was always one to strike the iron when it was hot.

“Good, good… off with your clothes, then.”

Annie unbuttoned her shirt, threw it on a couch. Her heavy breasts filled a nondescript bra. She looked around one more time. She slipped out of her boots, removed her jeans, undid her bra. All clothes went in the pile on the couch. She lowered her panties. A brownish stain run through the white fabric.

Annie blushed and then stammered: “Well it’s that… when you travel as much as I do, you don’t always find… toilet paper. The long hours sitting, you know, the sweat…”

Dan appeared non-plussed: “On all four.”

Annie jumped at the chance to dodge the awkwardness and kneeled, then put her hands on the ground. She took a deep breath to stop fidgeting. The musky smell and a slimy streak between her buttocks confirmed the poor higiene.

Dan turned to Kelly with a smirk.

“You surely wouldn’t want your husband to put his cock in such a messy derriere, my love, would you?”

Kelly glared at him in disbelief, she looked at Annie’s butt, and then crawled toward her. Realization dawned on Annie’s face and she froze. Kelly licked and kissed Annie’s asshole, saliva started dribbling down on Annie’s buttocks and tighs. The brunette by now was breathing faster, beyond shame and awkwardness. She parted her knees a little more, giving Kelly further access inside her. Kelly tongue-fucked Annie’s anus, then moved to her pussy and started licking her clit, her nose well inside her cunt.

When Kelly felt that Annie was an inch from an orgasm she stopped, eliciting a frustrated groan from the woman. Kelly crawled away, leaving Annie to Dan.

Dan had undressed to show a hard cock not smaller than a ear of corn. He took an oil dispenser from a table and generously lubed the tip and the shaft, then started working his way inside the bowels of the truck driver.

“Relax, it’s going to be fun.” Dan said softly.

The other three men stood still, waiting for their turn. Kelly was sitting on her heels a few meters away, her eyes vacant. Her husband fucked Annie with vigor, and he was without any doubt having fun. Annie, on the receiving end of the “rule of the house”, was having trouble accomodating Dan inside her. She was still on the verge of the orgasm, though, and just a few seconds of being butt fucked pushed her over the edge. It was not a big climax, but it eased her pain while Dan finally spurted his spunk in her ass. Dan slid out of Annie, and gestured the other males to help themselves. Annie was now the center of attention.

Dan walked to his wife, who cupped his balls in her hand and took his slimy cock in her mouth. The gentle touch of her fingers and her warm velvet tongue did the trick, and he was rock hard again.

He went round her, kneeled and pushed the tip of his cock in her asshole. Kelly lifted herself up a little, then sat back, impaling herself on her husband. She leaned back on him while he grabbed her tits, she rolled her head back and whispered: “It hurts, you fucking bastard…”

He whispered back: “I know, and I know how much you love it.”

Dan’s right hand slid down to Kelly’s pussy, and he began to pump in and out of her ass while touching her clit. They both watched Annie being fucked by their customers, and the soundtrack of moans and groans helped them both to a second orgasm.

Dan closed the door when the last of the customers left, then had a look around the diner. The place was a mess. Kelly stood up. They were both still naked. Dan cleaned up the tables, picked up the dog bowl and the leaves from the carrot, picked up his clothes and Kelly’s apron. Then he took a bucket and a rag, got on all fours and started cleaning the sticky floor.

Kelly took the oil dispenser and lubed her hands generously, then kneeled behind her husband and started fingering his butthole with her right index finger.

“You know what I hate the most?” she asked.

Dan shook his head, still scrubbing the tiles.

“It’s not the cramps from the enema,” she continued inserting a second finger in his butt.

“It’s not being gangbanged, it’s not eating out some dirty slut.”

Dan slowed down, losing focus.

“It’s not the shitty soup, it’s not even anal after having chilli up my butt.”

She worked three fingers inside him, he grunted and remained still.

“It’s the taste of fucking carrots!” she exclaimed pushing her whole hand in.

Dan was now shivering around her wrist, and stopped breathing for an istant, his mouth and eyes wide open.

“Never could stand carrots since I was a baby…” Kelly continued. She now grabbed Dan’s cock with her left hand, and started milking him.

“Maybe it’s the texture. To me it’s like eating sand, it tastes like sweet grass. Very unpleasant,” Kelly said to no one in particular.

Dan was now hissing through his teeth, the combined action in his ass and on his cock made him cum hard on the floor. When he began to relax his sphincter, Kelly took her fist out of him.

“You missed a spot.” Kelly sniggered while Dan was still panting.

He knew what to do, and lapped his own sperm from the tiles.

“Ok… so by now you have cum three times this evening. I think it’s quite an achievement, but we’ve got to get even,” said Kelly sitting on the floor, leaning on her elbows and opening her legs wide. Dan crawled to her and started licking her pussy with his mouth still full of semen. It did not took him long to settle the score.

Dan pulled out his smartphone from his jeans’ pocket and switched the hidden cameras off. Exhausted, husband and wife spooned and cuddled on the floor.

The night was very quiet.

“Kelly… we can’t do this much longer,” Dan said.

She could feel his breath through her hair.

“I know.”

She turned around, put her arms around her husband’s neck and kissed him.

“But I crave it so much…” she whispered.

“Yes, baby, I can see that. But we have to move on. We’ve been here for six months already,” he responded with glistening eyes.

Kelly closed her eyes and hugged him.

“I’m going to miss Ronnie and his fat cock…” she could feel Dan stiffening, “and I’m going to miss Annie. It was a good idea, pulling her in, I love her taste and her attitude!”

Dan relaxed and laughed. She knew perfectly how to push his buttons, teasing and pleasing.

“They’re going to be bitterly disappointed, but I guess they suspected the game had to finish, sooner or later. You put up a hell of a show! They have four nights to remember for the rest of their lives. You gave them memories, you shed light on their loneliness, and you quenched your thirst for a while, in return.”

Kelly nodded.

“You had a wonderful kinky idea, I have to concede. We also have a few hours of video to treasure. I love you so much for supporting me through this.”

“I would do anything for you, anything!” said Dan hugging her.

The evening was pleasant, dry and warm. Autumn was still young, the sun was low in the sky.

Annie was staring at the front door of DANKE DINER where a sign read UNDER NEW MANAGEMENT. She peered inside. No sign of Kelly or Dan.

“They bailed, uh?” said the voice of Ronnie coming up from behind her.

She did not turn.

“So it seems.”

A smiling waitress inside looked pretty busy, she walked fast and smiled all the time. She was cute, but not nearly as beautiful as Kelly.

The customers looked happy, they only cared about the food and drinks, oblivious of what they’ve missed if they never tasted the specialty of the house.

Annie looked up at Ronnie and asked: “Are you hungry?”

“Not really”

“Wanna come to my house?”

Ronnie smiled.

“I would really love to.”

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I wasn’t sure what to expect coming in to the library that morning, I mean my relationship with the head librarian had substantially changed in the last two days. Besides me calling her Denise, which I am not entirely used to, I now need to figure out the whole bit about our sexual relationship. I had pretty much decided to keep myself busy working or once all the work was done, reading in the books she had recommended for me and let her decide if anything else is going to happen.

Working first in the stacks, I quickly got the returned books replaced and completed a quick walk through, dusting here and there, and picking up any stray trash. I then went through the new release section and rearranged the books in proper order and even when through the children’s book area and got it looking somewhat orderly. Heading back to the checkout desk I noticed some fresh cut flowers in a vase so I figured Denise must be in.

I didn’t see her right away so figured she was probably in the kitchen making up the coffee. Usually arriving to work first I had tried to make the coffee, but not being a coffee drinker myself I really didn’t have a clue how to do it. After the first few attempts she delicately suggested that I leave the coffee to her.

Quickly surveying the checkout desk I straightened out the miscellaneous staplers, stamps and pens that were tossed about. It was only then that I looked over to the suggestion box and noticed it the top was not completely closed. During the time I had worked there I had never heard of anyone leaving a suggestion in the box. Most of the town knew Denise and they’d simply tell her what they thought might help improve things.

The suggestion box was used so infrequently that Denise had not even mentioned it during my Escort Pendik intense, extensive training period. Anyway, I finished stacking the check out cards and then walked over to the suggestion box. Opening the top I saw a piece of paper neatly folded in the box. Picking it up, I slowly unfolded it and read it.

Immediately a chill ran down my back as I read the words: “it was decent but too short and u didnt make it flow that well if u get my meaning.”(1) It was signed Anonymous. It seemed obvious to me that this comment had nothing to do with the library or its operation and everything to do with my meeting with Denise the day before. I was debating whether to show it to Denise when I heard her voice.

“Whatcha got there? Don’t tell me we have a suggestion,” she said cheerily.

Realizing that I had to show it too her now I held out the piece of paper saying, “I don’t think it has anything to do with the library.”

She unfolded the note and I noticed one of her eyebrows raise up as she read it. Walking over to the main entrance into the library she looked over the doors, especially around the locks and hinges. Walking back to the desk she said, “We both know what this has to do with.”

“What are we going to do?”

“We are going to run the library like we always do. As for the note, let’s examine it. It says it was decent, not indecent, so I have to think it was appreciated some, so no one’s going to arrest me for indecency with a child.”

“I’m almost thirty,” I said.

“Tsk, tsk, that’s not the point here and yes, I know you are every bit an adult. The note goes on saying it was too short. Well of course it was short, while we were in my office, we still were in a public library fucking, so we had to be quick. Considering the fact I had not had a man touch me in I don’t know how long I am surprised I wasn’t quicker. Or was it your cock, no, if you ask me it was plenty long for me.”

I shrugged.

“Oh it was Jerry. Now the note went on saying we didnt make it flow. Now first of all, this is a library and I am a librarian so why in the world would someone not properly punctuate the contraction. I can live with the too familiar u instead of “you” but this is the civilized world and while punctuation is a fading art form, we still need to use an apostrophe with contractions. I mean we aren’t animals here.”

I lifted one of my arms, reached up and scratched under it.

“Present company excepted. Anyway, flow. Why didn’t our sex flow Jerry? Do you think perhaps it’s been a good decade since I have been properly fucked?

“Yes I know what u mean,” she shouted.

“But Denise, it’s not about what’s in the note, it’s the fact that someone saw us. They know what we did.”

“Jerry, I don’t know if I mentioned this to you before, but this library has a ghost, a ghost with poor handwriting skills and an abysmal understanding of punctuation.”

Smiling disbelievingly I said, “So what are we going to do.”

“Well, I know what I am going to do,” she said, grabbing my hand and leading me back toward the stacks. “I’m going to show this ghost too short and lack of flow.”

“What are you doing?” I asked as we moved back into the less popular stacks, into a dark corner.

“Don’t worry, I think you like this,” she said, pushing me up against the wall between stacks. She grabbed a nearby stool, sat down and quickly unfastened my pants. As she pulled out my cock, she said, “Our ghost is a voyeur, but the ceiling here is too high, he can’t get over here quick enough.”

She began stroking my cock, watching it as it quickly became erect. “It’s been a few years, but let’s see how I do okay?”

I just nodded, feeling her tongue running up and down the length of me and then her mouth suddenly slipped over the head. As she began sucking the head, she continued running her hand up and down my shaft, while her other hand came up and tickled my balls. Slowly I began moving my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth as I got closer and closer to coming.

Looking down I watched as her gray hair bounced as she moved her head, sliding it up and down on my cock. The sight of my erection disappearing between her lips was exciting, especially as she sucked hard and her cheeks seemed to implode on me. The sensation ran down my cock to my balls and I suddenly came, spurting my cum into her mouth, splashing her again and again. She swallowed like a pro, not gagging or choking once.

When she finished up she gently stroked my cock a bit more, milking out the last drops of cum. As it beaded on the tip of my cock she’d quickly lap it up, not chancing it spilling on the floor or any of the books in the stack. As I was zipping up, she stood up and kissed me on my lips and said, “Reminds me of when I was a kid. I so loved the library.”

“You mean you used to… in the library?”

“Oh all the time. Why do you think I am so easy on those kids I catch feeling each other up these days? I mean they are safe and who knows, they may pick up a book between copping feels and maybe they’ll read some.” When she finished she said, “Well we better get back to work, there’s a book up there at the checkout desk that’s just waiting for you to read.”

We walked out of the stacks and I headed to the checkout desk and Denise headed to her office.

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Peggy Moran was strapped for cash. She did surveys online but that did not pay the bills. She sold her blood sometimes and that paid well but still did not pay her rent.

She was tired of always having sex with her landlord. He was a horny bastard who was very slick and sneaky. She had been having sex with him for the last year. She loved her apartment, but it was too expensive for her. She made a deal with George her landlord and gave him sex whenever he wanted it, which seemed to be about three times a week.

Having sex with him paid the rent. She liked to shop and needed extra cash to pay for her shopping habits. She was looking at the newspaper on-line and saw an ad for some creep wanting to buy dirty panties. The price per pantie was significant. She got the number and decided to get more information.

Peggy called the number and some old guy answered the phone. He told her he would pay one hundred dollars for each dirty panty. He specified he wanted them to have cum on them and wanted panties soaked in urine. He said if she bled on the panty, he would pay three hundred dollars per panty.

Peggy knew that this job would be super easy. The person wanting the panties told her to set-up an account on-line and he would make deposits into her account. The man wanted her to buy black and white panties. The black ones were for the cum and the white ones were for her piss and blood. When she had them packed, she would call him and tell him what she was sending. He would then give her half the money and when he received the package, he would put the rest of the money in her account.

He specifically said he wanted her panties to smell ripe and needed her to wear them for several days. She was to wrap them in plastic sandwich bags and send them to him by federal express.

Peggy went to the mall and bought the desired panties that the creep wanted. She spent three hundred dollars on the specific panties. She drove home and on the way home George was standing outside of his door.

“Rent is due! I think it’s time for a cock-suck and a roll in the hay.”

“Okay! I got a new part-time job. Make it quick!”

“As soon as I cum, you can be on your way.”

“Fine!”

George opened the door and Peggy walked in. She left her bag against the door. She knelt in front of George. He smelled like alcohol and cigarettes. She unbuckled gorukle escort bayan his belt and unzipped his pants. She pulled his pants down and grabbed his semi-hard dick.

“That’s it girlie! Put your hands on my dick. Pull on my dick, princess.”

“I know the drill.”

“You are quite the slut. You have fucked me for the last year. You must like my dick, or you would get a better job. Fucking whore! You love my dick. Suck it cunt!”

Peggy jerked his cock up and down and all around. She squeezed his hot balls and opened her mouth wide. His cock was large, and she stuffed as much as she could while massaging his balls. She did like having sex with him. She would not tell him that or he might want her to move in. She looked at it as a job. He did let her stay in a gorgeous apartment rent free.

He was not ugly; in fact, he was decent looking. He was just missing some teeth and did not shower too much, so he always had a scent to him. He ate pussy good and he was a good lay. His dick was big, and it felt good in her tight pussy.

George loved her hot mouth and began pumping his hips. Peggy was a good cocksucker, but he did not want to waste his cum on her sucking efforts. He liked fucking her pussy and fingering her ass. She got easily turned on by his efforts.

“Take your clothes off and get on the bed. Get on your hands and knees!”

Peggy got up and undressed. She stood their naked before assuming the position on the bed. George liked her a lot. She was a petite thing with huge breasts. She had a shaved pussy and several tattoos were on her body.

George loved fucking her and for the most part she played the part. She moaned and groaned and came buckets when George fucked her silly. He made sure he got his moneys worth because he did not take money for the rent. He fucked her whenever he wanted. She had been doing it for about a year. She had a piercing on her tongue which felt nice on his cock. She also had a clit piercing which really turned him on. She was a super sexy whore.

George grabbed Peggy’s hips and licked her ass and pussy before pushing his huge cock into her tight hole. Once he was inside of her, he continued to thrust his cock in and out of her tight pussy. Her big breasts swung as he drilled into her cunt.

He pushed his pinky into her butt which made her cum hard nilüfer escort bayan on his cock. It made him so excited he blasted her cunt with his cum. He always wondered if she was fertile. He would love to put a bun in her oven. Eventually, he would give her an engagement ring. He really had a soft spot for her.

He figured she was on the pill or something. George pulled out of her pussy and licked his cum from her tight hole. He loved to taste his cum and ate it all out of her. He liked her to orgasm on his tongue and pleasured her until she came.

When he was done, he liked to play with her huge breasts. He sucked on her nipples and fingered her pussy.

“That was hot! Get dressed and go work on your new part-time job! What will you be doing?”

“Selling my panties. Sounds like something you might like.”

“Fuck! You can get paid for that shit? Make me a batch, I will pay you what the creep pays.”

“Yes. The money will pay for my shopping habit.”

“You already have a job with me for your rent. I guess your panty venture will pay for your pocket money. You are a sexy slut. You better go, or I will want to fuck your butt this time. You get my dick so hard.”

“I know George. I am your whore. See you next time.”

Peggy would never say to George that she kind of liked him. He owned the building and made good money. She wondered if any other women fucked for their rent. Peggy got dressed and blew a kiss to George. He really liked her.

Peggy walked up another flight of stairs and went into her apartment. She took the bag of panties and removed all the tags. Her pussy was juicy from the fucking she just had.

She took off her clothes and grabbed her vibrator. She went on her bed and masturbated for a while. She needed to cum up a bunch of black panties for her new creep in her life. She wondered what he would do with her panties. She imagined he would smell them and taste her cum.

He would probably wrap them around his cock and cum inside of the cotton. Maybe he would sleep with them. She had no idea what the man wanted with them. It was easy money and something that was not hard to do.

She slid her vibrator into her pussy and fucked herself hard. She felt an orgasm coming on and took a pair of panties and pulled them onto herself. She slid the vibrator in bursa otele gelen escort bayan and out of her pussy and she screamed and creamed up the first pair of panties. She grabbed another pair and came in those too. She was told to wear them until they were ripe.

Afterwards she needed to pee and grabbed another pair and peed on the cotton. She grabbed a few pairs and tinkled on them too. She peed on three pairs of the white ones and came on three pairs of the black ones. When she had her period later in the month, she would bleed on a few of the pairs.

Peggy was giggling. She was thinking of all the money she was going to make with this job. She would make six hundred with this batch of panties. The bloody ones would earn three hundred a pair. She knew that his guy must have some crazy fetish.

She was pleased to do her new job. She opened a bottle of wine and read the classifieds. She saw there were other crazy ways to make money. She noticed that selling breastmilk made a ton of money. She wondered if she should go off the pill and have a baby.

George would probably marry her, and she could make some nice change selling her breastmilk. She would think about that. She really did not want a baby just for that. It was something to think about in case she got pregnant. George fucked her a lot. She had been lucky at this point. She did take the pill but sometimes forgot to take them.

~~

A month later Peggy had made ten thousand dollars. She had sent the creep a hundred panties. On her period, she sent twenty pairs and made another six thousand.

She had made enough money to buy a car. The creep had another request he wanted to meet Peggy. Peggy did not want to meet the creep. She said she would be happy to keep sending him panties, but meeting would be too weird.

She did not want to end up dead or a slave on the black market. That request was too weird. Peggy continued sending her panties. She liked the money and eventually George asked her to marry him. She accepted the ring and the proposal.

She stopped selling her panties and her and George moved to a nice house. Life worked out for Peggy. George showered her with gifts and eventually Peggy got pregnant.

Peggy never forgot about the breastmilk and all the money she could make with that. She knew that she would try that after she had the baby. She would not tell George because he might get creeped out. The money would pay for extras for the baby. Peggy liked making money in weird ways.

This would be her little secret. It was a very dirty secret that would pay for lots of things for her new baby. She was excited thinking about all the money she would make.

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Ass

Chapter 2

There are elements of many categories in this story, including, but not limited to exhibitionism and voyeurism, anal, and erotic couplings. However, IMHO, it fits best in group sex.

If you are under 18 or are not looking for hardcore sex, back out of this website at once.

My thanks go out to user shittylifelessons for his invaluable suggestions and insights; any mistakes are mine.

New character for this chapter, for more information on other characters, please read the previous chapter:

Maddie, early 30s, 5′ 7″, 140 pounds, short red hair down to her neck; all angles. 34A. Something of a cliché, she may have small breasts but her nipples are long and very sensitive. Her greatest physical asset is her eyes, which are a stunning shade of green. A PoliSci major in college, she then went to law school; she works for a law firm in the Charleston area of SC.

Erin relaxed when Adam, her boyfriend of just over a year, put his arms around her. They were seated on the living room floor in the house she shared with Anna, a friend of Erin’s from work. Erin’s back was to Adam. Anna was at work and would be for hours, so they had the house to themselves.

Erin asked him, “Remember Kim?”

Going on after Adam’s approving grunt in her ear, “You must’ve made an impression on her because she’s invited both of us to go camping at Cape Hatteras this summer.”

Nuzzling Erin’s neck, Adam observed, “Well, that’s fair, because she certainly made an impression on me.”

Laughing, Erin teased, “Oh, you were impressed, alright, by her ass gripping you. Just the thought of that makes you hard.”

With that, she wiggled her jean-covered bottom on his burgeoning erection.

Adam teased right back, “I didn’t hear you exactly complaining about her tongue in your pussy.

Just the thought of that makes you wet.” With that, he drew a finger across her moistening pussy, caressing it through her jeans.

Erin leaned her head back, inviting Adam to kiss her.

He did deeply, his tongue sliding into her now open mouth., his arms circling her waist.

Erin told Adam, “Carpeting on the floor or not, this living room is cold; I need to go to my bedroom to get a blanket.” With that said, she rose and shimmied out of her jeans and panties.

After that, she left the room.

While she was gone, Adam quickly took the opportunity to stand up and take off his shorts and underwear; he unbuttoned his flannel shirt but left it on — it really was cold in the living room now that Erin was gone.

When Erin came back, it was with a blanket.

Looking at Adam’s bare cock standing up in the near darkness, she observed, “Well, this is a nice way to be greeted,” and smiled.

Adam held her and asked, “Really?”

After that, he turned her around and knelt on the floor. He paused in the low light to admire the sight of her ass before him, spread her legs a little, and ran his tongue over her pussy, eliciting a loud moan from her.

Coming up for air, Adam released her hips after pulling her down, saying only, “We have time enough for that. Come here.”

Settling back on the floor, Erin luxuriated in the warmth of the blanket. And Adam’s body.

“We can go to Hatteras in July,” she ventured.

“But not before stopping to pick up some camping supplies in North Carolina. I don’t want to haul that stuff through airports both here and there. I’m energetic, but even I have my limits,” Adam finished.

Wiggling her naked bottom on Adam’s erection, Erin said provocatively, “Your “limits” are pretty good, as far as I’m concerned.”

Fully aroused now, he observed, “OK. Enough time has passed.”

After saying that, Adam put his hands under her arms, lifted her, and lowered Erin onto his thickness. Both groaned as her lips parted and he filled her. Adam lowered his head, and after wetting it with his lips, he used his teeth to nip at the nape of her neck. As he repeatedly lifted and lowered Erin on his cock, enjoying the feel of her pussy’s wetness on him, he moved his hands to her chest, running his thumbs over her nipples.

Keeping his lips on her neck, he moved one of his hands to her asshole and started caressing it. His kissing of her neck, and stroking of her asshole, quickly brought her to the brink of a climax. The sound of skin slapping on skin filled the room as their bodies connected repeatedly. Their moans as his cock repeatedly filled her just added to the clamor.

When Erin’s moans became high-pitched cries, Adam knew the inevitable was about to happen. When she orgasmed, it was with a scream.

Feeling his cock being inundated with her juices, Adam moved both of his hands under her arms and used them to propel her up and down his cock faster. With her pussy now unattended, Erin slid one her hands down to where his body joined hers and started caressing Adam’s juice-covered cock as it filled her over and over. When she thought his arousal was at the edge, she pushed him over that edge by fondling his balls.

With escort bayan bursa a scream of his own, he then clamped his mouth to the back of her neck and added his own juices to hers in her pussy. Afterward, they both sat in the darkened living room, at once catching their breaths and savoring each other’s presence…until after 30 seconds of bliss, they heard a key enter the front door lock.

“Oh shit!” exclaimed Erin in a loud whisper, “Anna’s home early!”

Erin quickly scrambled to her feet, picked up her jeans and panties, and ran to her room while trying to put them on while keeping his cum from dripping out of her pussy.

For his part, Adam put on his underwear and shorts over his rapidly softening but still wet cock, taking the time to button his shirt, but not bothering to tuck it in.

Then Anna entered the room, turning around to close the door. She then reached over to switch the light on and gasped as she noticed Adam.

“Ummm…the store was slow, so they sprung some of us early tonight,” she blurted, “I mean, I need the money which is why I took a second job, but this still feels good.”

“Hi, Anna! Surprised you’re home so early,” said Erin gaily as she entered the room.

She visibly relaxed when Erin entered the room, but a triumphant look quickly came over her face.

She took in Adam’s unkempt look and the hastily-donned but inside-out pants on Erin and yelled, “I interrupted you two making out like a couple of teenagers!”

“Yeah, yeah, that’s it,” stated Erin, with relief tangible in her voice.

“OK, you got us,” agreed Adam.

Not noticing the others’ discomfort, Anna chattered on, “Look at you two! You’re both adults now, with decent jobs. Get a room already!”

“Yeah, that’s good advice, Anna,” murmured Adam, “And on that note, I have to work tomorrow, so it’s time for me to leave.”

Erin chimed in, “Let me escort you to your car,” and followed that by taking Adam by the arm and all but pulling him outside.

They were well away from the house, almost to the sidewalk, before the humor of the situation overcame them and they both started laughing.

“Damn, that was close,” noted Adam.

“Yep,” agreed Erin, “A minute earlier and she would have seen enough to know it wasn’t a make-out session.”

“A minute?” scoffed Adam. “Way less than that.”

When they got to his CUV, they kissed goodbye. It was a bit of a lingering kiss, but as their hunger for each other was sated, at least temporarily, the kiss was more affectionate than hungry.

When they broke apart, Erin let him know, “Kim will use her connections in Carolina and will set up everything for Hatteras.”

“Everything?” asked Adam suggestively.

“Down boy,” laughed Erin, “You’ll just have to suffer until then.”

“If all of the suffering is like tonight, I think I can handle it,” he replied good-naturedly.

Soon enough, July rolled around, and one morning, they flew out of Phoenix to Charlotte.

Kim’s connections were good, but she wasn’t independently wealthy, so some driving would be involved.

Kim met them at the airport there and they reacquainted themselves with each other. Kim’s hugs for both Erin and Adam took a while but no one was complaining. Still, remembering that they were in a very public place with lots of witnesses, they kept things low-key.

They piled into Kim’s SUV with Adam driving while the two women caught up on each other’s lives in the back seat.

Adam asked, “Where’s the nearest home improvement store near here? We have some supplies to buy.”

“Take a right out of here, then take the second left,” Kim told him, “And then keep going. Not only is the store there, but it’s also in a plaza with a department store. We’ll be able to get everything we need. I have a few things with me, but nowhere near enough to go camping.”

With that, Adam drove off while Kim and Erin turned toward each other and started talking, almost at the same time.

“It’s great to see you!” squealed the women before kissing each other like the long-time lovers that they were. After exchanging tongues and hands, the women broke apart.

Kim reached into her backpack and pulled out a jar that she showed to Erin. “We’re using all of this in the week ahead.”

Adam’s ears perked up at Erin’s sarcastic response, “A plus-sized jar of lube? Whatever will we use this for?”

Kim, laughing, said, “You didn’t actually think I invited you two out here because of your personalities, which are great, by the way, did you? I expect that shortly after we get to the campground at Hatteras, my tongue will be in your pussy and Adam’s cock will be in my ass.”

“Sounds like a plan to me,” enthused Adam.

“It better, because it works for me,” advised Erin, “You’re good, but I’m craving her tongue there almost as much as she’s craving putting it there.”

At that, Kim and Erin kissed and groped each other; they might not have waited for the campground, but Adam interrupted them with “OK. We’re bursa sinirsiz eskort there. Let’s go spend some money.”

They walked into the cavernous store on a mission. They found a tent rated to sleep 8 and put it in their cart.

“‘8’ is way more than us 3.” commented Erin.

“Well, that’s 8 small people and we’re not going to be sleeping much,” answered Adam.

“‘4’ ” interjected Kim.

Both Erin and Adam looked over at her quizzically.

“I invited Maddie to join us. You remember her from college, right, Erin?” continued Kim, “Anyway, she’s a lawyer near Charleston now and will meet us at the campground.”

“Maddie?” exclaimed Erin, “Oh, Adam, you’ll both like her and be a little uncomfortable around her. She likes hard things up her ass and she likes to put hard things up others’ asses. I brought a second jar of lube just in case we need it. And I expect, and hope, that we will.”

Adam looked a little uncomfortable at this, but Kim saved Erin.

“I may miss her more than Erin. Her tongue, while not as good as Erin’s, is still pretty good. Plus her strapon never needs recharge time. And while you’re good, sometimes a girl can’t wait.”

Adam relented, and looking at his watch, said, “OK, for now anyway. But we need to get going if we’re going to get to the campground while there’s still enough light out to set up.”

With that, he threw a couple of lanterns in their cart and proceeded down the aisle to find a grill.

After they were done there, they went to the department store to get the other things they would need while camping, like food. Kim made some noises about how much money Adam was spending, but he quieted her concern with “Well, we’re not spending much for the travel, so my vacation budget has plenty in it.”

Soon enough, they were on their way east to Hatteras.

When they got to the campsite, there was already a two-seater sports car there with a redhead sitting in it.

As the figure got out of her car and ambled to her feet, Erin grabbed Adam and brought him over to make an introduction.

“Hiiiiii, Maddie! Long time, no see! Since college, at least!” yelled Erin. “This is my boyfriend, Adam!”

Maddie took Adam’s proffered hand, looked him up and down, and said, “Nice to meet you, Adam.”

Adam looked at Maddie’s long legs, tight shorts, and red hair, and he liked what he saw.

Maddie then looked at Erin and went on approvingly, “Looks good, and based on what Kim said on the phone, he knows what he’s doing in the sack.”

Taken aback, Adam turned to Kim as she unloaded the car and asked accusingly, “Phone?”

A little chagrined, Kim said, “Well, I had to get her up here somehow…did I mention she can be direct to the point of making me look shy? Anyway, we need to get this stuff set up before dark.”

“OK. Kim, Maddie — you go explore and see what’s around us while Erin and I finish setting up,” Adam said, “If we’re all here, we’ll just get in each other’s way.”

Hearing that, Kim and Maddie wandered off, hand-in-hand, while Erin and Adam set about finishing setting up the campsite, which consisted mostly of setting up the tent and throwing down a few blankets and sleeping bags in it. And each person’s backpack. The set up would have gone faster except for the fact that they kept running into each other “inadvertently”.

Darkness was falling when Kim and Maddie returned, by which time, the others had a fire going in front of the tent.

Kim and Maddie nodded approvingly at the state of the campsite, while Erin and Adam took in the slightly disheveled state of the other two.

“Getting started without us?” teased Erin.

“Just getting reacquainted,” answered Kim coyly, before pointing all over, “The beach is over there, some cold showers and bathrooms over there, and the campground store is over there. Anything that we’ve forgotten, they’ll have.”

“‘Reacquainted’? There’s a word,” mused Erin as she reached out and stroked Adam’s hardening cock through his shorts.

“I think we better take this inside the tent while there is still enough light to find the tent,” advised Adam.

“And before we are all too preoccupied to bother,” Maddie joined in.

On that cue, all four entered the tent, shedding clothes and piling them in a corner by lantern light. They lay down on the available blankets and sleeping bags, Kim next to Maddie and Erin next to Adam.

Adam began the “festivities” by caressing Erin’s ass before moving his face in to kiss her bare shoulders.

“It’s been a long day of being near you and not being able to taste you…until now,” whispered Adam.

“Let me fix that,” stated Erin huskily, before rolling on to her back, moving her legs over his shoulders, and using a hand to push his head down to her pussy.

He feasted like a man deprived, stopping, as was his habit, only to kiss her inner thighs.

Kim and Maddie enjoyed the show visible in the lantern light; they lay back with a hand escort bayan between the other’s legs.

“Damn!” exclaimed Kim, “I want some of what he’s getting!”

Kim’s knees were up near her chest, giving Maddie easy access to her clit, which she happily strummed. Kim came with a rush and a scream. They watched Adam using his tongue to part Erin’s lips, using that tongue to pull out some of her juices so he could savor the taste.

Kim rose and moved over to Erin and Adam, playfully pushing Adam out of the way. To the delight of the other three, she instructed him, “Get up by Erin’s head so she can get you ready for Maddie.”

Hearing this, Maddie moaned, her hand a blur between her own legs. So did Adam, but he didn’t let that slow him down — when he got to Erin’s head, he didn’t hesitate to present his cock to her willing mouth. She alternated between swirling her tongue around the head and all but swallowing his cock. The excitement of her technique, always spectacular, was heightened by the sensation of Kim’s tongue in her pussy. With Adam fucking his cock in and out of her mouth and Kim burying her tongue in Erin’s core, Erin was as excited as she’d ever been.

When Kim started tickling her asshole with a finger, Erin went off, covering Kim’s face with her juices. And seeing his girlfriend come so spectacularly pushed Adam over the edge, filling her mouth to overflowing with juices of his own. Seeing a rivulet of cum slide down Erin’s cheek, Maddie moaned at her, “Get him hard again for me.”

Adam and Erin cooperated — he never went completely soft and she never let him out of her mouth.

All the while, Kim kept herself busy by gently kissing Erin’s pussy.

Sensing that Adam was hard enough to keep Maddie happy, Erin finally let him out of her cum-filled mouth, disentangled herself from Kim, rose, and took his hand, guiding him over to Maddie.

She sunk down beside Maddie, bringing Adam with her, Adam moving in over Maddie.

When he moved down to tongue her pussy, Maddie demurred, informing him, “I’m wet enough already; just get to work.”

When Adam placed his cock at the entrance to Maddie’s pussy, Kim moved over to caress one of Maddie’s nipples while kissing her. Erin used that moment to tell Adam simply, “In,” while bringing her lips to his.

Not being dense, Adam did just that, his cock entering Maddie’s tightness while his tongue entered Erin’s mouth. At that sensation, Maddie moaned into Kim’s mouth. Erin reached down to feel Adam’s cock as it plunged in and out of Maddie.

The feeling of Erin’s hand on his cock added to his excitement, causing him to speed up. Maddie raised her legs to allow Adam deeper access to her moistness. Seeing that, Kim was struck by an idea.

Taking her mouth off of Maddie’s, and her hand off of Maddie’s nipple, Kim told her, “Hold on,” and went over to her backpack and withdrew one of the jars of lube.

Seeing that development, Erin cried, “That’s a good idea!” before taking the jar out Kim’s hand, removing Adam’s cock from Maddie, and covering it with some of the lube.

Feeling forlorn and forgotten, Maddie asked, “What’s going on?” before that devolved into a guttural moan when she felt Erin putting lube on and in her asshole.

Maddie raised her legs even more to allow them easier access to her bottom. Adam took that as a sign, plunging his thickness into her bowels.

Maddie’s squeal of happiness was muffled when Kim pressed her lips over Maddie’s mouth, with her hand going back to Maddie’s nipple. Erin took Adam’s head in her hand, clasped her fingers in his hair, and brought his mouth to hers, his tongue entering her mouth and playing with hers.

He started fucking Maddie’s ass slowly out of consideration for her, but she soon started moving her ass toward Adam, trying to pull him deeper into her. When her moans became high-pitched wails, Erin moved her mouth off of Adam’s, put her forehead on Adam’s, stroked his ear, and told him, “Fill her ass the same way you filled my mouth.”

With a loud wail, Maddie started shuddering in orgasm. With her shaking around his cock, Adam filled her ass with so much cum that some of it leaked out. After he was spent, he fell next to Maddie, rolled over on to his back, and said only, “Wow.”

Maddie seconded the idea with, “You got that right.”

Erin rose and went over to her pack, pulling a cleansing wipe out of it. She went back over to the other three, taking the time to slowly clean off Adam’s cock and Maddie’s asshole.

When the other three looked at the wipe and then at her, she said impishly, “What can I say? When I was a kid, I heard the phrase ‘Be Prepared’ and took it to heart. You should see what else I have in my pack.”

She threw the wipe into one of the back corners of the tent and lay down next to Adam. He reached back to roll a blanket over her, caressing her thigh before it was covered. For his part, Adam was enjoying the sensation of Maddie’s and Erin’s warm bodies on either side of him.

Erin snuggled in next to him while Kim snuggled in next to Maddie. Erin stroked Adam’s cock while asking Maddie, “Did Kim and I tell you he was pretty good, or didn’t we?”

Maddie answered with only a breathy, “Yup.”

The four lay back on the blankets and sleeping bags and coming down from their erotic highs.

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“What Have You Done, Miss Robinson?”

Dolly’s story continues.

* * * * *

Ever since that afternoon when Dolly was molested by three other Project girls with whom she and her closest and dearest friend Nitasha had run-ins ever since junior and senior high school days and who was forced to watch Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda have their way with her, their going down on Dolly with her beautiful platinum blonde hair on both her head and between her legs and having Dolly go down on Claudette’s black, hairy pussy until she filled her mouth with all her pussy cream and ejaculate as well as her warm urine, their relationship turned around completely.

No longer were they antagonistic towards one another, but ever since that afternoon of wanton, lustful sex and making love, the five girls became quite good friends; although, Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda remained close to one another while Dolly and Nitasha remained inseparable friends and lovers.

Thus, now the five did quite well in their Aerobics Class that came as a great surprise to their coach Miss Robinson who had to discipline Dolly and Claudette on the very first day, making them run an extra ten laps around the gym, for talking in the ranks. No one knew at the time, however, Claudette and her two cohorts had made plans to catch Dolly and Nitasha in the shower room after all the other girls had gone. And when they walked in on their making love, Claudette played that Ace perfectly. She blackmailed Dolly and Nitasha to do what she wanted or she would tell Miss Robinson who would in all likelihood take it to the Dean of Students, and once this happened the story would have gone all through the campus community and their reps would have been ruined. If that wouldn’t have been bad enough, their mothers would be informed.

But none of that happened since during the molestation of Dolly the original plan Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda had made concerning Dolly and Nitasha went to naught once they all ended that afternoon sharing sex and making love. As Dolly had said, “What a difference sex and love make with people,” and the other four surely agreed with what she said.

The day didn’t start out too well for the five, but it ended up very well, but even this change didn’t go by without a hitch.

Unbeknown to any of them, Miss Robinson, their coach, had not left her office or the gym when all this began. She had some paper work about class loads and scheduling to get done before the next day that she had to turn in at the office before classes began the following day.

When she did leave her office, she noticed light coming from the locker room, and assuming someone had forgotten to turn them off, she walked towards the entrance to the locker room. As she went into the entranceway, she heard voices and strange sounds coming from inside.

“Surely,” she thought, ” there shouldn’t be any of the girls still in the shower or locker rooms.”

However, as she walked into the locker room, she found those lights to be off, but there was still light in the shower room from which she heard voices but no water running which she thought was very odd.

Cautiously Miss Robinson walked very quietly towards the shower room to see what was going on in there. Well, as she walked along an outside wall that hid her from anyone inside, especially since it was darker in the locker room where no lights were on, she blended into the shadow cast by the light shining from within the shower room.

What she saw absolutely amazed her. She saw five girls having sex with one another: two black girls on the floor in a sixty-nine position, another black girl kneeling with her head between a white girl’s legs who was lying flat on a bench, and another black girl sitting on the white girl’s face. And all of these girls were in her last period class.

The two black girls in the sixty-nine position were Nitasha and Neesha. Wanda was the black girl kneeling between the white girl’s legs eating her pussy, and there was no mistaking who the white girl was. Her platinum blonde hair made it obvious: it was Dolly. The black girl sitting on Dolly’s face who was having her eat her pussy was Claudette, and it was the two of them who had gotten into it at the beginning of class for which she made them run the extra ten laps.

“Now look at them,” Miss Robinson thought to herself. “They’re as close to one another as any two women can be.” And as the vision of those two etched itself in her mind, Miss Robinson felt a warm, tingling sensation course through her body and run over her pussy, causing her to shiver with sexual excitement.

“Oh, my,” Miss Robinson sighed to herself. “This is some sight I’ve walked in on I must admit.”

As she watched the five girls making love, hearing the moans and groans of passion echoing around the near-empty shower room, and smelled the sexual pheromones permeate the entire place, she felt herself getting wet between her legs, so much so she could tell the crotch bursa eskort of her thong panties was very damp.

Standing in the shadows as it were and considering the five girls were so caught up in their lovemaking and working towards having their orgasms and helping one another have theirs, no one was aware of Miss Robinson’s presence and her watching them in their sexual orgy.

Miss Robinson was still wearing her school T-Shirt with Oakland Community College on it, and her large breasts made the material taught so her excited nipples pressed against it so they stood in relief. Her shorts were high on her thighs and displayed her well-rounded ass cheeks to their fullest. Beyond thoses two articles of clothing, Miss Robinson wore a sports bra, her running shoes, and a pair of athletic socks.

But out of all she had on it was her thong panties that were being affected the most from what she saw, and it was the crotch of her thong panties that had been getting wet and wetter as she continued to gaze upon these five wanton girls straining towards their orgasms.

Finally, Miss Robinson could take no more of just watching. Breathing deeply and shallowly, she stretched the band around her shorts with her left hand and slipped it over her firm abdomen and down to her panties. There she slid her fingers underneath the elastic and inserted her whole hand inside, feeling her fingers run through her soft, reddish, auburn pubic hair onto her aroused clit, between her pussy lips, and down to her vagina.

Once there Miss Robinson felt the creaminess of her vaginal lubricant that had already begun to accumulate, and so without any difficulty, she collected some of her cream and slid two of her fingers inside her vaginal sheath until she could go no further.

She stopped for a moment to collect herself, but then she began to thrust her fingers in and out of her ever-growing pussy cream. She heard the squishing sound her fingers made as they worked her pussy, and as she felt her pussy walls swelling around her two fingers, she rubbed her fingertips over her G-Spot sac area that added a thinner liquid that mixedd with her lubricant and the fleshy ridges inside the top of her vaginal sheath. With the squishing liquid draining from her vaginal opening into Miss Robinsion’s panty crotch she felt her hand dripping with her ejaculate.

Miss Robinson slid her drenched hand and fingers up through her vagina and dragged them up between her hair-covered labia to her excited clit that was now standing hard and erect from beneath its hood. Her clit tingled beneath her busy fingers that were going around and across it.

“Ohhhhhhhhhh. Yesssss! Go for it, Girl,” Miss Robinson sighed as she watched the girls bringing themselves to orgasm in their five-girl orgy.

It was heavenly to watch, and it was excrutiatingly divine to be getting herself off. Her sensual sensations were building stronger as she rubbed her pussy, and she flicked her forefinger lightly and as quickly as humanly possible over her vibrating clit until she felt the beginning of her oncoming orgasm.

“Oh, my god. How incredibly beautiful those five are, and how exciting to watch them eating each other’s pussies,” Miss Robinson whispered softly to herself.

And when she heard each girl having her orgasm, Neesha and Nitasha filling each other’s mouths in a mutual cum-fest; Wanda getting herself off while Dolly was filling her willing mouth with her pussy cream and ejaculate; and Claudette cumming into Dolly’s waiting mouth that she had covrered with her pussy lips and vagianl opening that included her urethra from which she squirted load after load of her hot urine past Dolly’s mouth directly into her stomch.

Miss Robinson saw all of this as she came all over her fingers and hand that she slid up and out of her panties and shorts and then brought up to her willing mouth to lick her fingers and hand clean of all her pussy cream.

She was panting hard but did not want the girls to find her in the locker room, so Miss Robinson kept to the shadows and walked softly back to her office and shut the door behind her. After securing herself in her room, she sat behind her desk and rested on her chair with her head on the back and her body slouched forward as she worked to get her breath back and the fullness in her chest eased. She had had a very, erotic cum that she enjoyed immensely. However, as good as her self-loving was while she watched the five girls making love and having pure, raw sesx in the shower room, Miss Robinson had other ideas running through her mind as far as future plans she had in mind for some of the students.

She knew the rep of Claudette and the two other girls and had the gut feeling that most likely they would take advantage of any situation in which she had them involved. However, as for Dolly and Nitasha, she kneww they were both good students, studied hard, made good grades, and conducted themselves with decorum and poise.

Besides, bursa escort bayan to the best of her knowledge, having seen how close they were with one another and how they often walked hand-in-hand, she believed they were sisters of Sappho, and Miss Robinson wanted to have first-hand experience to prove herslef right about Nitasha and Dolly.

All Miss Robinson needed was a plan, a plan that would seem quite casual and natural on her part and that would lead up to the three of them enjoying lovemaking with one another.

When or how this would happen Miss Robinson wasn’t sure. She just knew it would happen sooner or later.

So as the early days went by and Miss Robinson got to know the girls in her aerobics class on a first name basis, Dolly and Nitasha found their athletic abilities kept them in good stead doing the aerobic exercises, and with each passing day their bodies became more firm, fit, and agile, and their muscles became more pronounced and supple. Of course, since this was a course in aerobics, their breath control and getting their heart rates up to an aerobic rate was important. For Dolly and Nitasha since both were eighteen, their low end would be 127 beats per minute (bpm) and their high end would be 189/190 beats per minute.

At first they found it difficult to get their heart beats down to normal quickly, but as their daily training progressed, they found it not to be difficult at all.

As for some of the other girls, especially Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda, they just didn’t want to expend all the energy, concentration, and time to excel at their aerobic exercises. So, this in itseslf worked out well for Miss Robinson since she did not have to include them in her plans she had for Dolly and Nitasha. And as the days went on, the three girls were often the first ones to shower and leave campus while Nitasha and Dolly were usually the last since they often enjoyed being alone in the gym, doing aerobic exercises together, and listening to the soothing, mood music Miss Robinson played for the girls to help them get into and keep their aerobic timing.

This was fortuitous for Miss Robinson since having the gym, locker room, and shower room cleared of all girls except Dolly and Nitasha made things perfect for her plan.

On one particular day when snow had fallen and the temperature had dropped into the thirties, Nitasha and Dolly were glad this was an evening they did not have to go into the city to waitress at the underground restaurant in Gateway Plaza. It was going to be bad enough walking up to the bus stop to get the bus to The Village.

So they were quite content to remain behind after all the other girls had gone home and have some extra time alone doing their aerobic exercises as well as share the shower room together which brought back many memories, both bad and good, the day Claudette, Neesha, and Wanda caught them making love in the shower room and then blackmailing them into having sex with them, beginning with molesting Dolly. Although, it all ended well with the five engaged in a wild sex orgy in which everyone was sexually pleased and the five ended up being friends. However, while friends, the three never did come between Dolly and Nitasha and the love they had for one another. Dolly had even told Claudette that it would be that way.

Thus, on this particular day Miss Robinson put her plan into action. She came out of her office while Dolly and Nitasha were just finishing their cooling down period after a very strenuous set of aerobic exercises and came over to them. When she got close to them, she saw how sweaty the two were, having droplets of sweat running down their foreheads and cheeks and staining their exercise outfits under their arms and at their crotches. Their outfits were literally sticking to their sweaty bodies, revealing their breasts and nipples despite their sports bras, their waist lines, as well as their feminine “Vs” where the thin material clung to and stretched into the clefts of their pussy lips.

Miss Robinson saw all this and did her best to control her breathing from the excitement it brought on inside her. At the same time the girls didn’t miss the look on Miss Robinson’s face since they were sure she had been looking at how well their outfits were accentuating various parts of their bodies with sweat.

Both Dolly and Nitasha remembered that several weeks ago they had heard a rumor about Miss Robinson being a lesbian and how they couldn’t believe it since she was so beautiful and well built, but then, it dawned on them that they, too, in all modesty, were beautiful and well built, but only different in size and color.

They often studied these differences themselves, marvelling at how it was they had become intimate friends and lovers, Dolly with her pale, white skin; platinum blonde hair on her head and her mons; baby blue eyes; rosy cheeks; cherry-red lips; and was about 5′ 11″ tall; and Nitasha with her nubile, black skin; görükle escort short, black, curly hair; glistening dark eyes; sensuous, full lips; and a bright smile; and was about 5′ 5″ tall. So, yes, they were, indeed, quite a lovely pair.

So maybe it was true about Miss Robinson being a lesbian they had decided having drawn that conclusion themselves, and their self-drawn conclusion about her made them look at her in a completely different light, too. From that moment on the girls often followed her every movement with their eyes, and it was another reason they enjoyed remaining after class was over. They both enjoyed the aerobic exercises and being alone in the shnower room where they could make love as before, and seeing Miss Robinson.

Miss Robinson usually wore a stretch exercise outfit, having different colors for each day, and these outfits did their most to outline and reveal her statuesque beauty. She was, indeed, a “Body Beautiful.”

Their best guess was Miss Robinson was five feet eleven inches tall–about the same as Dolly; had long reddish, auburn hair that she braided and either rolled it up and pinned on the back of her head or let the single braid hang down her back; had beautifully stunning hazel eyes; a straight nose; sensous, full lips; large breasts–at least 34D; smaller waist, about 24″; hips that just about matched her bust line, 34″; long legs with well formed thighs and muscular calves. To Dolly and Nitasha Miss Robinson was absolutely mouthwatering as well as eye pleasing.

As Miss Robinson studied the contrasting beauty of Dolly and Nitasha and saw them looking intently at her, thoughts from inside each psyche were being transmitted through their eyes. It was Miss Robinson who broke the stalemate of silence.

“Dolly…Nitasha, I must admit you two are the best students I have in this class. You pay attention. You go the extra mile in performing the aerobic exercises as your are now by staying after class was dismissed, but it has paid off for you two in the advancement you’ve made in aerobics and how your bodies have developed. You can be proud of your accomplishments. I know I am proud of you two,” she smiled.

“Why, thank you, Miss Robinson,” Dolly replied with a breathy sigh.

“Yes, we appreciate what you just said, and we think you are one of the very best professors we have,” added Nitasha.

There was another pause for a brief moment as each was wondering what to say next in order to make things go along smoothly.

“Well, I see you two are just about ready to go take your showers, so don’t let me take up any more of your time. Besides, I don’t want you getting a chill since I see how sweaty you two are.”

Nitasha and Dolly gave one another a knowing side-glance as soon as Miss Robinson told them she was aware of their sweaty bodies that were semi-visible through their working outfits.

“In fact,” added Miss Robinson, “if you two don’t mind, I’d love to get a shower, too, since I got very sweaty during our class, and I have to meet somebody right after I leave campus.”

Nitasha and Dolly turned their heads and looked intently at each other, exchanging a knowing glance between them that said “Yes.” The two have undressed Miss Robinson so many times in their minds and talked about how wonderful it would be to see her naked, that neither one had to think twice as far as their answer to Miss Robinson sharing the shower room with them would be.

“Why, Nitasha and I wouldn’t mind your taking a shower while we take ours at all,” said Dolly. “Would we, Nitasha?”

“No, not at all,” Miss Robinson. “It is fine with me, too,” answered Nitasha.

“Well, I have to go to my office to get my towel, soap, and shampoo, so you two run along and I’ll catch up,” Miss Robinson said, trying to sound as nonchalant as she could. She could feel her heart beating faster, her pulse quicken, and her sensual excitement get stronger just at the thought of finally seeing Nitasha and Dolly naked up close, something she had thought about and dreamed ever since she saw the five girl orgy going on in the shower the first day of classes.

“Oh, and by the way, since we shall be sharing the shower room together, you might as well call me by my first name since I know yours. It’s Maev. Comes from my Irish heritage, but call me that only when we are alone as we are now and not among the other girls in class,” Miss Robinson told the girls.

Having told Dolly and Nitasha her name, Maev Robinson turned and headed for her office, leaving the two girls filled with excitement and a glowing warmth inside them, expecially between their sweaty, wet crotches. They both just tingled inside themselves.

Nitasha looked at Dolly in amazement and said, “Can you believe that, Dolly? Miss Robinson wants us to call her by her first name when we are alone. It makes us kind of special. Don’t you think?”

Dolly’s eyes were aglow, and she was smiling within herself that radiated outwardly so Nitasha saw it.

“Well, from the look on your face, Love, you don’t have to tell me what you think about this,” Nitasha giggled.

And Dolly joined Nitasha in her girlish giggle. The two were just far too excited to hold their emotions in and remain calm and in control of their feelings.

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Authors Note:

This is a story I submitted for a contest at another site. The contest had two rules: The submission had to be under one-thousand words and the title had to start with the letter “J”.

I hope you enjoy it.

*****

“Why did you decide to do this, Eve?”

I felt Mr. Anderson run his hand over my bottom and gently squeeze. I let out a little moan and slid a little closer to him in that large, king-size bed. At that moment I realized I’d passed by his bedroom hundreds of times but never went in, until now.

“Does there have to be a reason?” I said coyly.

“No… it’s just I…”

It was fun to watch him stutter and stammer a bit. He always came across so confident and self- assured… But not now.

“I guess I’ve thought about this for a while… about… you know… being with you,” he said.

I slowly ran my hands through his sparse chest hair.

“For how long?”

“The past eighteen years.”

I giggled.

“Really, that long?”

“No, maybe the last five or six… since you got these…”

His hands cupped my large breasts and I let out a little, involuntary moan.

We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an older man was so much different than being with guys my age and my head was spinning. I could hear the waves gently colliding against the shore outside his Malibu beach house and it was an interesting juxtaposition gorukle escort to the nervous turmoil I was feeling inside. Then, his voice broke me out of my deep reflection and brought me back to the now.

“When will Liz get home?” He asked.

“She’s your daughter, you should know.”

“Hey now, she’s your best friend, you know her schedule better than I do.”

“She’s golfing today and won’t be home until around two, so we have plenty of time.”

A sly, little grin broke across his face.

“Just exactly what do we have plenty of time for?”

I moved my hand from his chest, down to his cock and felt it harden in my hand.

“Maybe we can find something fun to do while she’s on the links.”

He leaned in and kissed me, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths in white-hot abandon. He had such a nice, big cock and I wanted more of it. His eyes closed while I stroked him in my hand, producing a nice, thick erection.

“It feels like you’re ready for another go.”

I could feel his pre-cum drip onto my fingers.

“Oh God yes… I want you… I want to be inside you again.”

I slid up his body and straddled him, sitting on his stomach. Again, my mouth met his and I pushed my large breasts into his chest. I wanted to use every inch of my body to turn him on. I wanted him to remember this… remember me… for the rest of his life.

“Tell me you want me,” altıparmak eskort bayan I purred lustfully.

“I want you… I want you so bad,” he moaned into my mouth.

“Can you feel my wet pussy on your stomach, that’s what your big cock does to me… it gets me hot and wet.”

“Oh God, I want to be inside you… please.”

It felt good to hear him beg. I wanted to hear that… I needed to hear that.

“Tell me where you want to put that big cock,” I teased.

“In your pussy, in your tight, young, little pussy.”

I slid down his stomach until I felt the head of his cock rest against my aperture. I couldn’t help but grin when I looked down on his stomach and saw the wet, matted hair, the result of my secretions and his semen that was oozing out of me from earlier.

I reached behind and guided him into me. There was some pain the first time, I wasn’t used to taking one this big… but not now. I was so wet from our earlier carnal pursuits he slid into me with relative ease.

“Oh God…” he moaned as I took him deep inside my body.

I put my hands above my head while his hands clutched my large breasts. We moved perfectly, seamlessly, in unison… as one.

“You feel so tight, so good.”

I squeezed his member inside me and ground my pelvis onto him, moving slowly. His thick cock was hitting my clit perfectly, driving me closer to going nilüfer eskort bayan over the edge.

“Let it go for me, Daddy, I want to feel you squirt inside me again.”

My world went dark as our bodies shook in orgasmic release.

I collapsed on top of him and it took a full minute to catch our breaths. I loved feeling his hard body against mine. I hated to admit it, but I was going to miss him… miss this.

“Now that we’re getting… closer… would you tell me about Liz?”

“Ummm… what do you want to know?”

“Since she started high school, she’s so secretive; she won’t open up to me or tell me anything about her life.”

“I’m going to need you to be a little more specific before I start divulging her personal information.”

“Well, you could start by telling me who she’s seeing, who she’s into.”

“Ahhh… who she fucks, information like that?”

His jaw dropped open.

“She has sex?”

“She really does keep you in the dark doesn’t she?”

“I ummm… I guess she does… but I’d love for you to tell me about her life if you’re willing.”

“Lately she’s been fucking Aaron.”

“Aaron? I thought he was your boyfriend.”

“He was, until yesterday… until I found out he was fucking my best friend behind my back.”

There were a few moments of inaudible shock as he processed the new information I’d revealed.

“You’re… you’re… beautiful Eve, I think she’s always been a bit jealous of that.”

I shot him a sly smile.

“You asked me earlier why I’m doing this… why I’m in your bed.”

His eyes met the daggers in mine.

“I don’t want Liz to hate me because I’m beautiful; I want her to hate me because I fucked her father.”

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