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God I wanted you.

Since this morning, when you woke up to the sound of the shower turning on and followed me in, I’ve thought about nothing else. You surprised me with your cold hands on my breasts, automatically pinching my already-hard nipples. You traced your hand down my stomach to tease my pussy, getting wetter and wetter as you touched. You began to thrust your fingers inside of me, making me push my hips against yours, grinding back into your massive cock. I tried to swing around and drop to my knees to take you in my mouth, but you had a different plan. You moved your hands to my hips and thrust your throbbing cock inside of me without warning, making me grip the wall of the shower for balance.

You pumped your cock into my pussy for several minutes, alternating between pinching my nipples and fingering my clit to urge me on, my moans pushing you further. I began to cum around you at your touch, and you exploded your cock inside of me.

But, just as quickly as you came, you left. You hopped out of the shower, and I stayed in to continue washing and come down from the high of my orgasm. My knees shook a little, so I took a minute to regain my balance. But, by the time I got out of the shower, you had left for work.

It was unfinished business. Cumming just once in that short of time is unacceptable. Although we are accustomed to our morning quickies, I never feel like I get enough of you to hold me over for the day. After all, on weekends and days off, we might leave bed (or even the house) but we rarely stop fucking. Our sex life is apparently at it’s prime, as we have the sexual stamina of a family of rabbits. We’ve been known to tease under restaurant tables, give oral and hand-jobs in the car, and there’s no doubt our house is the hotspot for voyeurs.

Today, the need to have you was more urgent than usual for me. I always want you when you walk in the door, but we usually at least chat and eat something before retiring to the pool, the bed, or the sofa to make love.

I finished work a half hour earlier and hurried home to make supper. I threw in some lasagna and opened a beer as I leaned against the counter and turned on the TV in the living room. We have a large spacious 3-level house, with a living room right outside the kitchen, but more of a spacious den downstairs. I started flicking through channels on our digital cable. TV movies, kid’s shows, then a hardcore sex scene came onto the screen. I flicked past it quickly, only catching about 4 seconds worth before I realized what it was, but it awakened that pressing need for you that I had been feeling all day. I flicked back for a moment to find a little blonde thing riding a muscular man in a cowboy hat. The position looked appetizing, though not something we hadn’t done a million times before. Nevertheless, I felt myself grow wet—not at the porn, but at the thought of being on top of you, riding you ’til you came. I heard the garage door open and quickly clicked off the TV. You walked through the door and I almost tackled you, not totally realizing my own urgency as I pushed you against the wall just outside our kitchen. I kissed you hard, grinding my hips into you and pressing my tongue into your mouth. Your response was delayed because you weren’t expecting the onslaught. You figured I’d be downstairs in the den working on some project, or watching TV, or preparing dinner. But you were delighted at my abrupt come-on to you.

You pressed one hand into the small of my back with the other wrapped around the back of my head. You took a few steps forward and suddenly had me pressed into the kitchen counter. My automatic instinct kicked in and I pressed my hands to the counter and pushed myself up, now sitting with your body pressing between my legs, still kissing fiercely. Your fingers move to my shirt and untuck it from my slacks, pulling it quickly and urgently over my head before resuming our steamy kiss. Our breathing was rapid and our hips met tecavüz porno at random intervals, making us both moan and groan intermediately.

Your lips moved to the bare skin of my chest and the tops of my breasts, barely concealed by a sexy black bra. Your mind wandered as you sucked on the milky flesh about what panties I was wearing, if any at all. Perhaps, if I was this ready to jump you when I had come in the door, I had removed them earlier to make our heated sex easier. You hoped they were still on, knowing how much fun it is to tease me with the fabric, pressing the cotton onto my clit, or sucking my pussy through the lace, or sliding the polyester down my long smooth legs with your teeth. Your thick cock twitched inside your boxers at the naughty thoughts racing through your mind.

Meanwhile, the oven beeped.

“Mmm… dinner… is…. Mmmm baby…. Dinner…” I tried to tell you between kisses and thrusts of our hips that supper was ready in the oven.

“No… you’re dinner… fuck the lasagna… I want you,” you told me bluntly as you ripped my pants from my body and continued sucking on my supple, exposed flesh.

You pushed me back so I was lying on the counter. I moaned at the roughness and anxiousness of your movements, knowing you were as desperate for my body as I was for yours. You left my high heels and black stockings on, revealing a barely-there skimpy red thong. So devilish. So naughty. You Loved it. I reached to turn the oven off so we didn’t burn the house down; because there was no way we were stopping this to eat until we both came numerous times, in numerous positions, in numerous places.

Your teeth gripped the material of the thong and your lips massaged my pussy through the thin lace. You applied no pressure, just the movement of your tongue and teeth along my lower lips, but it was enough to soak the red fabric right through. You tasted my juice, hardening at the thought of me cumming on your tongue. You wanted it, and you wanted it now.

You pulled me off the counter and down to the kitchen floor. There was a sofa about 15 feet away, in front of the big-screen TV that was probably still showing the porno of the blonde and the cowboy, but you didn’t care about comfort. The cold, hard floor served fine as a surface to 69 on. You pulled me to the floor, straddling your face. Immediately, your fingers moved the thong and pulled it aside. You stared hungrily at my gaping pussy, dripping juices down my thighs. You licked the inside of my creamy thighs, keeping your eyes on the bare mound that rests above the delicious parting of my lower lips leading into my wet heaven.

I unzipped your pants and pulled your throbbing cock from your boxers. I immediately took the tip in my mouth. There was no pre-cum yet, but the gorging veins running up the thick shaft left no doubt of the degree of your total arousal. I ran my tongue along the sides, licking hungrily as you sucked my labia into your mouth, getting delicious drops of my cream running into your mouth. I pushed my pussy down on you and your nose bumped against my clit, sending a shiver down my spine.

Your tongue snakes into my pussy as I take several inches of your huge cock down my throat. The slurping sensations each of us are making with our mouths fill the room. I massage your balls softly and you clamp down on my clit in reaction to the unexpected sensation. I pull off your cock and scream in absolute pleasure as you suck at the entrance to my pussy, my cum spurting into your waiting mouth. I continue to moan as I take your cock back in my mouth, massaging it with my tongue, moistening it.

You press on my hips trying to get me off of you, and you stand me up. You press me back against the counter, kissing me madly as you take my hand. My need is still so animalistic and pressing.

The thought crosses my mind to completely seduce you. I toy with the idea. I walk ahead of you through the hall travesti porno to the stairway. I take the first step, swaying my hips. I spread my legs slightly as I walk, then turn suddenly on about the fifth step. I sit down but put my foot out to your chest, stopping you. You stand there, in only your boxers, me in my thong, wondering what I’m doing.

I slide my 2 long fingers into my pussy while you watch, spreading my legs in the air, exposing my warm wet flesh to you completely. You move forward but my leg sticks out again. You just stand there in amazement, and begin to stroke your cock. You’ve never watched me play with myself intentionally before… there have been times when you’ve heard me moaning and groaning and peeked in the door as I’m cumming… but I’ve never been an exhibitionist for you. You enjoy it thoroughly.

I kneed my fleshy breasts as I rub my clit in quick circles. I breathe raggedly and my moaning escalates. You see my body tense and you know I’m about to orgasm again. You stroke your cock rapidly as I do, feeling your balls tense. Unsure of what action to take, you thrust your cock into my mouth as I cum hard, unloading your sperm into my throat. I take load after load, swallowing, sucking the tip of your cock as I do. You remain hard after you’ve cum, and pull me to my feet, kissing me intensely. I suck my own cum off my fingers and rush up the stairs, your eyes piercing my body as I bounce in front of you. Not satisfied. You need more. You need to be in me, fuck me, cum in me.

You need me.

You rush after me, finding me in our bedroom. The urge overwhelms you. You grab my hips and pick me up and put me down right next to the bed. You push on the back of my neck so I’m bent at the hips. Your finger presses the thong aside as you thrust your huge cock inside of me. I scream, overwhelmed with pleasure. The whole situation is so exciting: the urgency, the position, the hardness of your dick, the roughness… all of it piles into another orgasm for me.

I grip the sheets of the unmade bed as I thrust my pussy back into your hips. Your hands grip the sides of my hips, allowing you to control the pace with which you fuck me… and the pace is unbearably fast. I feel you pump your second load of the night (a small amount, but a huge orgasm nonetheless) into my throbbing heaven, and you flip me over onto the bed after you do. I feel your lips surrounding only my clit. 3 fingers enter me forcefully and fuck my leaking pussy as I writhe, and you flick my clit with your tongue. The orgasm builds in waves, and finally comes crashing down on my body. I curl my toes, I grip the bed, I scream in absolute pleasure, my thighs close around your head, and my back arches as my pussy squirts cum around your hand and fingers.

I push you away from me for a moment because of how sensitive it is. You lean back on the soft carpeted floor to catch your breath but soon find me straddling your lap. I take your entire cock back into my velvety pussy, riding you just like the woman on TV earlier. I put my legs out straight and you sit up. I rest my weight on my palms, arching my back forward, allowing you to press into me deeper, rubbing against my g-spot. You press your thumb into my clit as I ride on top of you, and your eyes are glued to my bouncing breasts. God, how you want to take them in your mouth, then rub your cock between them.

You told me once that there’s not a more beautiful sight than being able to look down and see two gorgeous breasts enveloping your cock, other than maybe seeing it slip in and out of my tiny, shaved pussy.

I felt your hardon twitch inside of me, and I wondered why. I saw your eyes on my breasts but, before I could really figure out what to do, I started to orgasm around your cock again. The pressure forced you over the top because of the tremendous sensitivity of your dick after the 2 previous orgasms. You spurted inside of me, grunting and xhamster porno groaning as your fingers dug into my hips.

Spent, I lay back on the floor, and you did as well. My hips were tired, my breasts were sore from bouncing, my fingers were spent, and my voice was worn. My chest heaved as I tried to catch a rhythm with my breathing. Our bodies were sprawled out across the floor after our vigorous fuck. Finally, I heard your voice pierce the silence.

“Baby…” you said, tentatively.

“Yeah, sweetie,” I replied, looking over to you.

“I’m not in the mood for lasagna tonight…” you said with a smile.

I laughed wearily. “Oh? What would you like for supper then, dear?” I cooed.

“Hmm… that lovely body of yours in the shower ought to do it…” You winked at me.

I couldn’t believe that you wanted another round… but I couldn’t seem to turn it down, no matter how spent I was. I still had the fire burning within me, and I hoped maybe the water from the shower would put it out, if not another spurt of cum from your cock. You got up and helped me to my feet, pulling me to your body, kissing me passionately. I felt my body regain its strength as your cock hardened between us. We walked into the bathroom and climbed into the shower, feeling the water heat on our bodies and splash across our overly sensitive skin.

You take my body into yours once again, your fingers trailing across my breasts and pinching each erect nipple. Your mouth surrounded one, sucking but being gentle, knowing too much would just hurt altogether.

You felt my body moving against yours, and you’re now erect again. I raise my left leg and wrap it around your body, stroking you firmly as you enter my pussy. Not as tight as it was at the beginning of the night, but still perfectly delicious around your cock.

You begin to thrust into me, knowing you’ll last a lot longer this time because of how much you’ve cum this evening. You bite my neck, urging me on, wanting to feel me cum on you before you pull out to finish off. And I do. Not as hard this time, because of my exhaustion, but my body shudders and clenches and I moan loudly into your ear as I orgasm around you. You pull out of me after the orgasm has subsided and press on my shoulders. I drop to my knees and take you in my mouth. My jaw is a bit sore but I manage to deep throat you. You moan as the water runs over your balls—a mixed sensation, and totally pleasing.

You pull out of my mouth, and I know what you want. You bend your knees and I arch my back, pressing my large, swollen breasts around your cock. You smile as you thrust hard into my chest, and moan loudly when my tongue licks at the engorged tip of your huge member as you titty fuck me. I can feel your balls slapping against the underside of my breasts, but when they tense up, I open my mouth, waiting for one last deposit of your scrumptious cum.

And you do. It’s not much, but it’s enough! I suck on the tip as you massage the large swells of my breasts, with the hot water running over us both. We stand, holding each other in the shower, completely spent and unable to move for the fear of toppling over because of the weakness in our knees. We wrap our arms around each other until the water grows cold. We dry off weakly, then drop into bed. I curl up into you, my naked body still glowing from our long, orgasmic encounter. Your fingers graze across my nipple, causing my body to jump. You laugh at my involuntary reaction, and kiss me goodnight.

In the morning, we walk downstairs finding a scattering of business clothes on the kitchen floor. I bend over to take the lasagna out of the oven and put it away and feel your hand smash down on my ass. I jump at the sting of the hard slap. You press me into the counter, untie my robe, and our morning quickie is on the kitchen counter. My robe drapes across the sides of my breasts and you see bite marks and hickies strewn across my chest. You grin as you cum all over the inside of my thighs, then massage it in to the creamy smooth skin around my pussy, letting a finger dip in occasionally. You slip your pants back on and head to work.

I lean against the counter, still unsatisfied and craving your body, wondering what I should make for dinner tonight.

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His hands were sliding up the curve of her slim waist, to the young bulge of her breasts. Meanwhile his hot , sensual breath was tracing a line from her shoulders to her sensitive ear lobe. She sighed a deep and secure sigh and melted into his arms, freeing her body to his advances.

How she had came to this situation was all a little muddled. As a 22 year old virgin, this was as far as she had ever dared to go, but she had never been so sure. It wasn’t that she thought of herself as a prude or that she had had some strict up bringing. It was just that she had yet to meet a man that she had really felt this comfortable with…until now. And it wasn’t as if he was some 6 foot tall blond hunk either. Rather he was mid thirties, and if not exactly fat, could lose a pound or two. So why was she here now, half naked in this mans arms, about to give him her virginity as easily as giving him a peck on the cheek.

If she had the time right now, as his hands cupped her breast as raised it to his lips, she would have remembered the day that the attraction had started. Having left university, she had excitedly joined a London marketing company with high hopes , only to find that she had become the office dogs body, who hardly anyone took account of. Well that was until several weeks ago , at that meeting.

She had been asked to sit in on the meeting to take some notes and to some extent make up the numbers, but as the meeting had progressed , it was clear even to her that the client was less than happy with the proposed marketing strategy. When things had come to a complete halt, he had proposed a brain storming amongst those there. After several , rather dull ideas from the others, he had turned to her and pointedly asked her, if she had a proposal. The idea that had been swimming around inside her for the whole meeting, had just started to spill out of her and he had given her his complete attention. Even when her boss had tecavüz porno started to interrupt, he had silenced him with a curt glare and a raised hand. The client had been pleased with the overall idea, and agreed to have another meeting in a couple of weeks time, to review the final product. When he had insisted that she become part of the group, she could not have been more shocked and pleased.

The team had worked solidly since then to refine her idea, and today the client had accepted it and had agreed to use their firm. The team had travelled to the clients offices and stayed in a local hotel, and that night had been a huge celebration.

If she had actually drunk during the evening, she could have used that as an excuse why she found herself at 1am knocking at his hotel room door, but she hadn’t. The real reason was that they had found each others company intoxicating since that meeting, always finding a reason to be together, and over the weeks she had become deeply attracted to him. And tonight she was so afraid that they may never a more perfect time.

Her heart had been beating so hard when she had knocked on the door. Twice she had almost turned to go before he opened the door and although alittle surprised had invited her in. He had offered her a drink , but she refused with a short shake of her head. No more words were spoke, he realised why she was here and he had closed the gap between them and pulled her close, their lips meeting for the first time. The initial light, tentative kiss had developed into a kiss full of passion and urgency, their tongues caress mirrored by their hands that explored each others bodies. And now she was lying on his bed, as he lightly stroked her burning pussy and his hot mouth pulled at her taut nipples.

Her breath was coming in short , urgent pants as excitement and alittle fear raced around her body. Each touch of his hand was a travesti porno new experience, that her mind struggled to comprehend, her only thought was that she liked it and wanted more. As he continued to suck and fondle her breast, his other hand was becoming more adventurous down against her pussy. She helped him as he removed her panties, the last line of defence was removed, and she slightly parted her thighs to allow him access to her most private parts. She was shocked at the heat coming from her pussy and just how wet she had become.

As his fingers traced a line along the length of her inner thigh, her breath froze in her throat, until released in an animal groan of pleasure as he entered her. Although tight , he was able to plunge his finger inside her velvety pussy, with little resistance. Pulling away alittle so that he could see her better, he proceeded to probe her with his finger, in and out, the engorged lips of her pussy clinging to this new and exciting invader.

With eyes closed tight and her back arched, she grew accustomed to this new feeling. The tensions and fears of the past, melting away to the rhyme of his finger, as it continued to push in and out of her pussy, only to be replaced with a growing stirring in her loins. She wanted to do more, to do something to him, to make him feel as wonderful as she did right now, so she reached out to caress him, to touch him. He guided her exploring hand to his raging cock and she clasped it. With alittle guidance she started to pull his cock in time with his finger in her pussy. They kissed again.

Her orgasm was close , the stirrings in her stomach growing until with a shudder and a deep groan she ground her pussy down hard on that wonderful finger and came. Bright sparks flashed in her head, her body froze as she strained every last second of pleasure from her cum. She had hardly noticed that he had changed position, xhamster porno until she felt the probing of the finger replaced with his lapping tongue. Oh god, this was incredible, as he continually changed from plunging his tongue deep into her hot pussy, to flick viscously at her swollen clit. With her first orgasm still flowing though her body , the second hit her like a thunder clap…”oooohhh gooddd” was all that she could say.

He moved again, sliding up her naked form, kissing and biting as he came, as he reached the top, they resumed that passion filled kiss, she tasting the juices of her own pussy for the first time….She parted her legs to grant him access, to allow that hard cock a passage to her virgin pussy. He reached down to pull her knees up and positioned his cock at her tight entrance. As he pushed his cock against her, she tensed and whispered “gentle…..my first time..”

He stopped , wiped the tear that was forming in her eye away and kissed her gently. Gently pushing, his cock slide the first inch inside. She grunted from the pain , but nodded her approval to continue. Another inch and then another, until the last vestige of her virginity barred his progress. He paused and thrust hard and deep , filling her with one sudden sharp plunge. She cried out loud, but he continued to thrust into her hot and ravaged pussy. The pain disappeared as suddenly as it had came, replaced with that deep stirring starting again in her stomach. She started to buck against him, eager to drive his cock as deep as possible inside her, to fill her. His thrusting became more urgent and aggressive, his own passion now over taking any desire to be gentle. His animal need to take this woman, to feed his hunger, to fill her with his seed became his only thought. Gripping her thighs he lifted them up and over his shoulders, laying exposed her desperate pussy to him, allowing him total access.

His cock slapped repeatedly slapped into her body, each thrust bringing a cry of mixed pleasure and pain from the woman below. His cum filled balls banging against her upturned ass, until they could hold back no more and with a climatic cry he shot spurt after spurt of shearing hot cum deep into her no longer virgin belly…

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She saw the waterfall and couldn’t resist. Glancing around, pausing, listening, she decided no one was nearby and dropped her gear. Stripping away the sweaty boots and clothes, she stretched a moment in the sun, naked as a baby. A soft breeze made her sigh as she tipped her face to the sun. Perfect.

She stepped into the pool that had formed in the rock at the base of the falls. With another sigh, she sank down into the cool water and then under, surfacing a moment later to smooth her wet hair back from her face. A few lazy strokes and she was under the deluge, the small wall of water cascading over her. She tipped her face up to the cool rain.

He came out of the woods on the opposite side of the pool from her clothing, hot, frustrated, frowning. Movement captured his eye and he saw her. Stunned, aroused, he watched the naked woman under the waterfall, her body arching as her hands ran down her pale skin. His mouth watered, his pulse throbbed, and his body, already hot from the hike, heated even more.

Cooled, relaxed, she swam to the side of the falls and lifted herself out of the water. It was like she was in a dream as she laid her body out on the warm rock, the sun melting her bones, drying off her skin. She ran her hands lightly over her skin as she sighed in pleasure. She’d had no idea she could feel this good. The combination of hot sun, cool water, and nakedness made her feel free.

He watched her hungrily from the edge of the trees. When she lay out on the rock, he all but vibrated with his desire, watching her fingers brush over her full breasts, her legs parting then closing as she stretched and arched. His mouth watered, his cock throbbed. He could hear her sigh as if he was beside her, as if his mouth was brushing her skin, his fingers stroking her curves. His whole body burned with need.

He stripped silently, eagerly imagining the feel of her, the heat of her as he shed his clothing and exposed a hard, lean body. His skin was golden by heritage, smooth over tough muscles, his hair dark. His penis was fully erect, a proudly jutting staff, large, thick, throbbing and eager to mate. He stepped into the water, not even noticing it’s coolness, and swam silently toward the falls.

When the hand closed over her ankle, she sat up with a strangled scream, one arm crossed over her breasts. She saw the man – attractive, athletic, his look dangerous – and her blood warmed. When he smiled, she smiled without thinking. Her eyes tecavüz porno met his and, when she saw the heat, the hunger, her body trembled with anticipation. Using strong shoulders, he surged up from the water onto her rock and then she saw his nakedness, his eager manhood.

“Wait,” she murmured, breathless, confused by her own reactions, aroused beyond anything she’d felt before.

“Wait for what, sweet dryad,” he answered as he leaned over her, urging her down. His lips found hers and she trembled with his touch, with the heat growing in her body.

“I don’t know…you,” she breathed, but she arched under him as his hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs stroking her nipples. Her legs parted of their own accord, as if to urge those stroking hands lower. He shifted, his hard body settling between her legs, and she moaned her desire.

“I need you,” he growled as if that was enough. He lowered his mouth to suckle one nipple, teasing the tight bud with his teeth. His hands stroked her hips, her thighs, then one hand cupped her folds. She tensed, whimpered, as his mouth moved lower, stroking her belly.

“I don’t…” she began as his thumbs parted her, his hands lifting her ass, tilting her hips but her voice trailed off to a moan as he took his first taste.

She tasted of woman and nature. He feasted on her until she was limp, lapping at her clit, sliding his tongue into her sex and slurping her sweet nectar. The sun beat hot on his backside, the waterfall roared in the background, but all he heard was the soft moan of her pleasure as he took her over into orgasm. They were alone in the world and he needed to be inside her more than he needed to breathe.

She was ripe beneath him as he leaned over her, nibbling her skin, his hands lifting her thighs over his own as he shifted closer. She could see the lust in his eyes and felt an answering ache within herself. Her flushed skin drew him and he teased her breasts again as her hands fluttered helplessly against the rock beneath her. He saw the desire in her and knew that he’d won.

With one hand on his thick shaft, he dragged his head up and down her swollen slit, to tease her, to torment himself. She shuddered, her hands moving to clutch at his arms, and he bent to kiss her lips as his cock settled at her opening. Her eyes, wide, dazed, luminous green, met his. He leaned into her, his cock just parting her pussy, just stretching a little, making them travesti porno both moan.

“I don’t even know your name,” she murmured, her body throbbing, aching for him. It wasn’t a protest, but a careless thought as she kissed him back, as she lifted her hips to urge him inside.

“Need this,” he growled, his hands catching her hips, his cock thrusting into her tight pussy. She arched with a cry as he pushed and thrust and burrowed, penetrating deep, forcing her body to give, stuffing his cock into her tight well. Once at her core, he drew back and thrust again, his breath whistling through clenched teeth at the exquisite pleasure of her tight embrace, the soft heat of her enveloping him, holding him.

“Please…” she sobbed, her nails scraping his back as she writhed beneath him, the size of him, the friction, the power of his thrusts overwhelming her. She couldn’t feel the hard rock beneath her, could only feel the hard body pressing to her softness. She couldn’t hear the waterfall – the roar of hot blood, the beat of a frantic pulse filled her ears. Every stroke brought a flash of searing heat, as if his cock was hot iron. Every thrust took him to her core, filling her with him.

He drove into her again and again, smooth thrusts, deep strokes, panting with the need to join with her. She was hot and so slick, her body wrapped around him like she was made for him. His cock was enveloped by her pussy, her inner muscles stroking him like greedy fingers. His balls swelled, tightened with pleasure, as she moved her hips with his, the rhythm adding to the seduction. He groaned and grunted with the desire for more, pumping harder into her softness.

Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. She curled a leg around his waist, opening herself wider to his constant onslaught. Their skin was hot, damp, as bare flesh stroked bare flesh. She pressed her hands to the rock to lift and tilt her hips and then his thrusts made her shudder wetly. He shifted his knees and spread them and his next thrust made her cry out with pleasure. She was tensing, tightening, his piston motion pushing her closer and closer to the edge.

“Please…” Her cry echoed in the glade as she arched, bucked, and came apart around him. He clutched at her as her body clamped around his cock, the intensity of her spasm driving an echoing cry from him. Even as her pussy relaxed and opened again, her cream gushing from her body, his cock swelled to fill her, his xhamster porno balls drawing up tight as his cock filled with cum. He groaned hoarsely as his penis pulsed and jerked, exploding into her with his own release, his seed spewing like a geyser from his cock.

They clung together, hips still thrusting, fingers digging in as they climaxed in a rush. They fell together, lying naked in the sunlit glade beside a waterfall, spent strangers.

He lay on top of her with his head between her breasts, panting, stunned and yet not. He’d known it would be like this with her. The moment he’d seen her, he’d known. His body throbbed in time with the heartbeat he felt beneath his cheek and he smiled.

He was still inside her, still hard, still throbbing, still emptying pleasure into her core. She laid absorbing it all, savoring the final shudders of his cock against her sensitive pussy. Her body still trembled beneath his, but she was silent now, her mind reeling. Finally, he drew away, his spent penis gliding from her dripping sex. She felt lost for a moment as he slid back into the water. A stroke back and he tread water, watching her. She sat up slowly, her arm again over her breasts, trying to gather her thoughts.

“What now?” he asked quietly. Sane now, he recognized what he’d done. She could do so much damage…but, as her glorious body shifted restlessly on the rock, he felt his cock stir and knew he’d do it again.

“I don’t know you,” she said softly, almost more to herself than him. She felt…hungry. She already wanted him again, wanted to touch him this time, wanted to taste him this time. Her body burned, her pussy quivered, and she had to hold herself stiffly to disguise the need from him. She didn’t know him and yet…

“I don’t suppose you do.” Although her body knew the feel of his, just as his cock knew the erotic embrace of hers. “I’m Alex,” he replied. He couldn’t judge what she was feeling, but at least she wasn’t screaming that he’d assaulted her. He watched carefully, waiting.

She seemed to hesitate, then she shifted and slid down into the water in front of him. He hardened at the sight of her limber naked body, the hunger building again as the water slid over her curves the way his hands itched to.

“Amanda,” she murmured, treading water in front of him. The coolness of the pool didn’t diminish the heat inside her now. It only grew as she saw the answering desire in his eyes. She felt the brush of the water on her sensitive folds and it reminded her of his tongue and she shuddered.

He saw the shudder, the darkening of her eyes. “We’re not done yet,” he murmured.

“No, we’re not,” she said with a wicked smile. She started to swim towards shore. His only answer was a grin as he followed…

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aPART I: INOCHI

I peeled up my sheer black thigh high stockings and admired the black lace trim around her well-defined legs. There would be no need for additional undergarments tonight, as the dress I had selected, a skin tight but elegant dress (that few could wear), black lace with a flesh-toned lining, teasingly presenting the appearance of a naked torso, falling about 2 inches above the knees, with a slit in the back as high as to meet the top of the black laced design of the stocking a pair of long dangling silver-hued earrings and the perfect slip on Cole Haan angular heeled shoes to accentuate my calves and hamstrings and quads ideally…..hmmm, hair up or hair down. That was the only decision left to make…

“Hair down”

I said to herself and sprayed two pumps of “Must de Cartier” into the air, allowing it to gently fall upon my hair and dust my body. There was nothing as unappealing as a woman heavily scented in perfume…it was enough to induce vomiting! The natural scent is pure and unique. It should be treasured, not hidden.

I looked at you zipping your black trousers and threading the final buttons of his black shirt with ultra-thin multi-colored pinstripes. My eyes stopped for a moment at the black leather belt around your waist, and my mind already set sail with the possibilities…

“you look fucking hot,” I whispered;

Gently, you smiled giving me the “once over” I, too, smiled backing you against the wall, pressing myself against you, and running my hand against your cock until you were firm. I placed your hands upon my breasts and ass and thighs…. staring unremittingly into your eyes, not a word spoken…. merely a reminder that nothing seen or done at the club tonight could surpass the perverse chemistry that was ours alone. What would tonight bring?

We stood in line outside of the Inochi Club; it was known for its intimate design and scenery, small, not tacky, selective in its “entertainment” and its clientele, modeling itself after the well-known establishments in Amsterdam’s Red Light District…not the touristy “titty fuck” bars, but rather the ones in which the true connoisseurs visited; the ones who knew the sexuality of voyeurism and exhibitionism, and were not simply there to “watch” at all times, but those who were prepared to transcend the line between fantasy and reality. Where nothing was off-limits, yet everything was self-designed…and the “scripted” more often than not became improvisation by the night’s end.

Of course, Inochi had its stereotypical “high class/VIP / Big City night club floors with pole dancers and House music and levels of various bars and scenery and the huge lines outside where if you were not on the VIP list or a “hot chic in a short dress” you had little chance of getting in, hence the large queue…yet we were headed to the small lounge on the top floor.

As we stood in line, slight butterflies of anticipation built, and we just watched…we watched a group of fairly, oh shall we say “beyond full bodied” women who were turned away simply because they didn’t fit the “mold” of what this club desired. We were the next group in line.

I dropped your hand immediately and stepped in front of you, as certainly we were not a “couple” tonight. The bouncer looked at us, and my eyes met his. I saw him try to interpret whether the flesh-colored lining of my lace dress was indeed fabric or flesh. I breathed deeply and walked towards him so, in part to whisper something in his ear, and in part so he could watch the definition in my legs appear as I moved. I gently pressed my firm and now erect-nippled breasts on him as he leaned down a bit so that he could hear my words, and my fingers lightly grazed his neck and back as I spoke. I asked him if he might be willing to meet me upstairs in the lounge area later; I also pointed to you and said that my “brother,” in town for one week from Italy, would also like to experience the lounge, and the tall muscular man knew exactly what I meant, and he replied,

“I know the one to bring to him, and my shift ends at 1:00am.”

“We’ll be here,” I grinned and thanked him.

He nodded and as I turned, I am certain of precisely where his gaze went; we proceeded towards the front of the line that would indeed take us into Inochi. And with these steps, I also knew that our adventures were just to begin. We approached the entrance and the cave-like doors felt like the entrance to the “Pirate’s of the Caribbean” at Disney World, the slight difference was the distant vibrations of House Music, the “stickiness” of the floor (I could not help but to be curious about the combination of fluids that together might have created such a texture), and of course, one could not help but to notice the rows of small bathtubs to our right, beautifully surrounded by flickering votive candles, and covered with red, yellow and black flower petals…particularly the one at the end in which a thin, naked blonde woman was “soaking” or the small windows to the left, which were gaziantep escort visible participants engaged in ménage a trois, anal sex (man with man, woman with man, woman with woman), traditional sex in deviant positions, and cunnilingus and fellatio with every combination of men and women and numbers of participants…next to a sign that read, “no photos please.”

After paying the entrance fee and receiving our badge of honor “stamps” indicating that we were indeed above the legal drinking age (perhaps by quite a few years than most of the others in the club). I told you to sit a moment on the couch.

I quickly found myself at the closest bar (one of about 10 in the establishment), I caught the attention of the bartender with my stare and ordered two lemon-drop shots (“rimmed” with sugar), and two Bombay Sapphire gin and tonics. Needless to say the bartender was VERY generous in his Bombay pours, and I tipped him generously as he handed me the drinks and I leaned across the bar surprising him with a deep tongued kiss; he did not push me away, nor did he stop me in any way, bur rather he laced his fingers around my neck and guided me in to him.

I also asked him when his shift ended and informed him that my intention was to hopefully see him again in the lounge later on. He poured a shot of gin directly into my mouth and then licked the excess from my lips… The 20-somethings surrounding the bar looked at me in slight disbelief as I walked away.

“Yes, that’s the way to get a drink around here,” I cockily and audibly said to those within earshot.

I would have to call the gin and tonics actually Bombay Sapphire martinis (extra extra dry) on the rocks and topped off with a bit of tonic rather than vermouth. It was a glorious drink; I began to dance a bit in the middle of the room within your eyesight and let the beats of the music take over as the vodka and gin began their own dance within me. We decided that we had come this far, thus we might as well venture the many floors of the Club before reaching the “penthouse.”

The main dance floor was packed with what I would estimate as 2000 people jammed into a relatively small space. We walked the periphery, looking for an opening, and then you and I made a bet as to who would have the first drink purchased for us. Now, the game was on, and the periphery was no longer acceptable. We parted the sea of people before us and started dancing amidst a crowd who did not seem to be coupled off already on the dance floor. Somehow, we also found our dance partners fairly quickly. You were soon dancing with a 24-year old Asian woman with long silken dark hair, and I just reached out and grabbed the arm of an African-American who was built like a running-back and who clearly had the “soul” in him and unlike the others, actually appeared to be in his 30s! He readily accepted my hand and that was that.

The next few hours pretty much disappeared into the smells and sights and full sensory experience of Inochi, though these sights were relatively few as I just closed my eyes and felt the pounding music throughout all of me for much of the time except to slip in the stealthy glance in your direction…as I knew the way your hips moved as you danced, and I knew how our bodies formed a single rhythmic entity when we grinded together to the music while fucking, and you knew I was helpless against the circular gyrations of your cock inside of me, and I wanted to watch your hands move along the curves of another woman’s body, as I had wanted to see your precision from a new perspective, and of course to view the naked dancers in the cage above the pole near where I danced.

Their dance very quickly became vaginal and anal penetration, again in every position imaginable…At one point she was hanging upside-down with her legs straddled and he was fucking her in the ass and she had her hand nearly fully inserted into her pussy, clearly feeling the climax anally and vaginally. I was mentally taking notes!

I didn’t really care with whom I was dancing at this point, as long as he had rhythm in close quarters, as this was our only option, and because my mind drifted, as I imagined such rhythms with you, and I imagined you would like to see me lose myself entirely rather than just going through the motions. Interestingly, I thought a bit about taking off my wedding band and engagement ring, to make the “competition” more in my favor, but it seemed that no one, not even myself, was paying attention to such things at the time. In the few inches we had to move, there was much to be said in the area of what a watching spouse might have thought to be “inappropriate.” But hey, what happens in Inochi stays in Inochi!

The gyrations occurred in a rather tight fashion from the front, from the side, and very much, from the rear, all in rhythm with the music yet with a variety of our own tempos and directions of movement within the primary beat.

I wondered briefly how you were dancing with your partner, but the last I had seen, the porcelain-skinned Asian-woman’s ass was deep into your crotch as she snaked herself along you as much as her muscles seemed to allow and you held her breasts tightly in each hand as she folded her body in half; I was satisfied, and chose to keep closing my eyes, imagining a muscular, well-tanned dark-eyed man and “doing my thing.”

Men, perhaps are very tactile and visual, but wow, is the female imagination a powerful tool. I felt my partner’s hands occasionally pulling my dress down (which I thought was quite generous of him, considering that I was feeling it creep up quite often as I moved my body down against him…and since my dress was lace, and not as “flexible” as many other dresses in the room, when it crept up, it STAYED up)!

I felt the “running-back’s” hands on my thighs, and I could only imagine him wondering how it was possible for me to be staying in that position for so long? And, of course, I felt his hands grabbing my ass and pulling it closer to his stiffening loins, and then his fingers reaching to feel inside of me and putting pressure against my clitoris, but that, too was OK, as those were not HIS hands doing the movements, they were indeed yours… at least very vividly in my mind! I was really and truly elsewhere. He pulled and smoothed my hair. I lost track of time and simply moved and pressed myself into this “stranger” who was merely a warm body for my imagination.

He genuinely seemed to have a difficult time letting go of my tight ass, but, since it is one of my prized possessions, he could have it and enjoy it for now. Knowing that I would eventually disappoint him by taking my ass home not alone and not with him. You appeared at some point, and told me that you had won the “bet”…but you were holding a bottle of water.

“Water? Really?”

And I happily gave you the “win”, as I would not have wished to interrupt my fantasy fuck for any beverage at the bar!

Then we made the visual contact that we would make our leave soon, and so, we gave our dance partners some final fun, as you danced in front and positioned your cock perfectly into the groin of your partner, grabbing her ass, pulling her close, and rhythmically thrusting yourself into her to the beat of the music, while I grabbed the Asian woman’s hands from behind her back and then leaned into her a bit, now gyrating with her from behind and of course sending my ass further in the direction of my partner. He grabbed on, and then I curved back as much as possible, subsequently turning forward into him, he kissed my neck and I turned to you and nodded. I whispered into the gentleman’s ear,

“Thank you, and good luck finding another ass like this in the club, but we must go now.”

I heard him say,

“But I want THIS ass tonight,”

To which I smiled cunningly and replied,

“This is not your ass to have.”

And you and I smiled to ourselves as we left the dance floor, ready for our next excursion.

PART II: VIPs

When we arrived in the lounge, you mentioned that you were going to use the restroom. While you were gone, the bartender from downstairs appeared and handed me a shot, a package and a note. The note read, “Shower quickly, put this outfit on now, and enjoy the burn of unfiltered Booker’s down your throat. I will see you soon, L.” The bartender winked and led me to a private fully mirrored curtained-off room with a candle-lit bar, a sofa and a small shower. He stood at the doorway and told me to go ahead and get ready (read: showered).

I began to try on the outfit, which I soon realize had come with a bottle of lube.

The bartender approached me, taking the glycerin-base liquid and tenderly applying the cool fluid all over my now naked body… spending some time massaging my breasts, pinching my nipples and caressing my ass; he then helped me slip on the black latex body suit, whose cut-out crotch revealed a thin fringe of lace which matched the openings for my breasts, which were delicately shrouded in a transparent mesh.

My nipples were hard against the thin material. The leather boots were precisely thigh-high, and as he laced them up, the bartender ran his tongue from their top laces along the flawless skin, which led, to my perfectly smooth pussy. I closed my eyes and leaned into him, my hair falling against his head, and neck and I began to kiss his neck, in a very different way than I had playfully kissed him downstairs.

He stood in front of me and took my head in his hands; we began intensely kissing each other. I stole a glance at myself in the mirror and the now bare-chested bartender who had moved behind me, and the sensuality of the situation had indeed initiated my own lubrication process.

(I admit to myself that without your orders, I would not wear this outfit in public… But I also admit that I look pretty fucking hot, perfectly elegantly slutty. I walked to the bar and poured two glasses of Remy Martin XO cognac).

As I stood there with the drinks, I noticed that the curtain was fully open to the room and the mirrors reflected all angles of me to the men and women walking past. I thought I caught a glimpse of you exiting from another “private” room, in the corner of one of the mirrors, but I could not be entirely sure.

(Momentarily, I feel pretty damn naked… yet, strangely, it does not disturb me).

The bartender asked me to lie down on the couch, and gently tied a blindfold around my eyes and head. My heart and loins throbbed in anticipation

I did nothing to resist and in fact uttered the first of many moans as I surrendered myself to all sensation. He felt my warm breath heaving in rhythm now with his own. My hands slid down his muscular frame. He straddled me and placed my hand inside of his pants; I sighed audibly as I maneuvered my hand along his smooth cock; he unbuckled his pants and stepped out of them.

Immediately, I felt his tongue upon my clit, and he allowed me to guide him in his pressure and movements.

Then I sensed someone behind me. Very close. I heard a different breath, but all I knew was darkness.

I began to lift my head, which the bartender (I think) slowly pushed back to the couch and resumed his cunnilingus at the same time inserting two fingers deeply inside my wet pussy… and then I felt it…the belt… the leather belt (which I must assume is black), tying my arms together and then to the lamp behind the couch. Of course I could have just wriggled my hands free (as I had been taught to release unwanted grabs or locks), but I simply chose to surrender to everything I felt right now.

I tasted the familiarity of your lips on mine. You noticed my hips moving and my back beginning to arch. Moving with me and taking my nipples into your mouth with each heaving breath, I noticed your erect cock against my forehead. I reached my neck back to feel you, as my hands were now rendered “useless.”

The carefree feeling of “who gives a shit” overwhelmed me. (Helping is the fact that I now hear the sounds of my vibrator; yes, I know that it is mine; I know its sound). My legs relaxed and open fully. An additional breath (it is the bouncer) whispered to me,

“Just tell me when to stop moving and hold.”

And you whispered to me in the other ear

“You are fucking unbelievable; I cannot keep my eyes from you, and when you feel the trail of an explosion on your breasts, please know, it will be me.”

Trembling from the sensations, I can barely release the words

“Stop right there; please stay right there, Fuck.”

And as the words are released from my mouth the bouncer slowly released the vibrator from my spot. The bartender’s tongue moistened my anus and the bouncer inserted a small butt plug. The bartender pulled his dripping fingers from me; two sets of footsteps walked away, and the sound of the curtains closing has now indicated to me, we are there together.

I heard the popping of a cork and you asked me to open my lips. From you, I have a taste of the highly complex sweet champagne, which you release from your mouth along my body. Your tongue licks every drop as you move your way back towards my mouth. Another sip, another movement. And so it continues until I am writhing against my “shackles” and with the anal pressure alone it is nearly too much to hang on. Alone amidst a raging party, I can hear the muted tones of the bass from the floor below us.

You assume the position of the bartender and spread my legs wide exposing my swollen clit and glistening smooth labia. You unbuckle yourself and pull out your already fully erect penis. You release my hands from the belt, and without hesitation, I move my hand to my clit and you hand me my vibrator. You take grip on your shaft and start working it slowly, watching me masturbate as the downstairs disco lights flash against the curtain. You take in the sights of my muscular thighs tensing against the building climax. You notice this and decide to further tease me by taking my erect nipples into your mouth.

You kneel between my legs and rub your face against them slowly closing yourself towards my pussy. I cannot hold on any longer, and you sense this as you thrust yourself inside of me and in one giant wave I give in to the orgasm and clench you with my internal muscles. As I loudly moan and hear myself saying,

“Fuck! Holy Fuck, Fuck me!”

But you pull out, smelling the sweetness oozing out of me. You run your tongue directly to my ass hole. Removing the plug, with your tongue totally spread out you insert it inside of me briefly, you slowly move up until you have my clit under your tongue. You close your lips around it and start exploring me with your tongue. Every now and then applying a slight suck.

Once we find a good rhythm (with the intense music) you continue the pressure on me until you feel me stiffen once again. I begin to moan again, trying to cover my mouth with my hand (but you do not let me), crying out… But due to the music no one else hears it. Immediately after my climax, you lift my long legs onto your shoulders and lean me backwards against the soft ottoman next to the couch.

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I have changed the name ‘Katie’ in the previous stories to ‘Toni’ in this one as she would prefer to be identified by her real name.

Salford was not quite as bright and sunny as Egypt, but it was only the second week of June, so it did its best. We arrived back on Friday night and after a very long sleep spent Saturday morning unpacking. The holiday had been booked almost a year previously and was for the four of us as at that time that was all there were. By the time we went both my mom and Sarah had boyfriends and Toni and I were also seeing someone. My current boyfriend, Olly, was a nice enough guy but not someone that I saw as the love of my life. We’d had sex a few times and it was OK, but obviously that was before I had the past week to compare it to! Mom’s boyfriend was Steve. A nice guy, tall and slim, short beard, keen cyclist, quite dishy really. He had progressed in the past few months from staying over occasionally to staying probably four night most weeks.

He came over on Saturday and was obviously going to stay over that night, no doubt anticipating a horny girlfriend demanding sex all night as she had gone without for a week. I’m sure he was disappointed when — from what I could hear through the wall — he got a quick shag and then she fell asleep! I’m sure Olly was disappointed too. I went around to see him, and he’d managed to arrange to have the house to himself. After some chat about the holiday he started asking to see my tan…then my tan lines…He soon had me naked and was admiring my body as he stroked his cock. He even had a joke ready.

“Why is a suntanned girl like a roast chicken? Because the white bits are the best!”

After he had spent quite some time mauling my tits and sucking my nipples (he was a bit obsessed by my 34D’s) I spread my legs and he tried to mount me, but I pushed him down, forcing him to lick my sticky pussy. I held his head in place as I bucked my clit against his lips and tongue until I’d cum twice then relented and let him slide his cock into me. He came quite quickly, his performance in stark contrast to the amazing sex I’d had with Jens and the Egyptian guys. He wanted more after that, but I was satisfied so left. To be honest, you can be quite cruel with boys. As long as they think there is a chance of more sex in the future you can treat them as you like.

I saw Toni at college on Monday and we had a giggling conversation about boyfriends, she had let hers — George — fuck her on Sunday too but as she said, it wasn’t as good as the real thing! The weekend quickly came around and as usual Toni and I planned to go to out together to do some shopping. We were about to leave college and were discussing where to meet etc when she casually asked if I wanted to stay over. She didn’t look at me when she asked, she was looking away as if she was embarrassed. We both knew what she was really asking. What we had done together on holiday had been wonderful and she obviously wanted it to continue. Did I want to carry on? I looked around and saw that no one was watching before pulling her towards me and kissing her on the lips.

“Yes please Toni.” I said, “I’d love to stay over.”

She blushed and smiled before returning my kiss, her tongue sliding between my lips and her hand on my waist pulled me closer. I responded in kind and could feel the blood rushing to my head as I thought of what was to come. The gentle kiss had turned into a passionate snog and we were only stopped by the discrete clearing of a throat. We broke apart to find Ms Smith, one of the lecturers, looking at us.

“Time to go home girls.” She said. “Or at least go somewhere a little more private.”

There was a look of amusement on her face and I saw her licking her lips as we hurried past. In that instant I knew that what she really wanted was to go somewhere private with us…

I was still thinking about the way she looked at us when I saw Olly later and I didn’t try to stop him getting my tits out and knickers off in his parent’s front room as they watched TV next door. They always knocked before coming in as they probably didn’t want the embarrassment of finding us in a compromising position. I took my bra off and put my blouse back on, my little lace knickers soon joining it in my handbag. With my skirt around my waist Olly was happy to suck my tits as he fingered my pussy and I had a lovely orgasm thinking about me, Toni and Ms Smith in bed together. Olly’s fingers were not as magical as Toni’s but with my hand over his to guide him he was learning what I wanted, how I liked to be touched. Once I was satisfied, he was happy to have a quick hand job as his lips were locked on my left nipple, a handily placed tissue mopping up the torrent of spunk he unleashed.

We had just finished when there was a knock on the door. We quickly pulled our clothes together before his dad come in to offer us a cup of tea. His eyes didn’t miss anything, they slowly moved the full length of my body, no doubt noting how high my skirt was on my thighs. There was a grin as he looked at my tits and I gaziantep escort followed his eyes down. In my haste the buttons were in the wrong holes and my nipples were poking through the thin material of my blouse. Worse, Olly’s sucking had left them quite wet and there was now a wet patch on my blouse around each big nipple. I should have been embarrassed but instead his staring was exciting me so I pulled my shoulders back and made my tits and their hard nipples stick out as much as I could. He kept the conversation going as long as possible, offering biscuits and checking how much sugar Olly wanted, his eyes never once leaving my chest. When I looked away, I caught sight of my handbag. I hadn’t closed it and my bra and knickers were clearly visible, confirmation, if it was needed, that I was naked under the blouse and skirt and of what his son and I had been doing. The way he looked at me there was no doubt that he wanted the same, and probably more, as his son. The thought made me tremble with excitement.

Later that night, alone and still horny, I thought of the look of lust in his eyes and remembered the way the guys on holiday had looked at me and how fantastic the sex had been with older, more experienced men. I’d masturbated every night since we got back and tonight was no different, my fingers were soon busy between my splayed thighs as I imagined myself at the centre of an orgy with the Egyptian guys, Toni, Ms Smith, Olly’s dad, mum’s boyfriend…and it wasn’t just the sex that I was excited by, it was the thought of being watched. Toni had watched Ahmed fucking me and the four guys had watched each other as they fucked us and I liked it, I had found it exciting and I knew for me that sex would never be ‘private’ and behind closed doors. As my fingers worked overtime in my wet pussy, I thought of answering ‘Porn Star’ when I was next asked what I wanted to be when I left college!

Saturday was warm and sunny, and I met Toni in town in the afternoon. We drifted around, in and out of the shops, had a coffee and eventually got to her house around five. He mum was going out with her boyfriend and had bought us some pizza and a bottle of wine. We said we were going to watch a film, just like we had done a hundred time before. Her mum left around seven by which time we had eaten half our pizza and were half-way down the wine. Once the door was closed, we sat looking at each other, both of us listening for the sound of the taxi pulling away. Once the sound faded into the distance, we both stood up and, without a word being spoken, made our way to Toni’s bedroom.

It felt really sexy to be standing there in the evening sun with my best friend kissing me deeply, her hands gently touching me, stroking along my back and pulling me closer to her. We were slowly undressing each other, there was no rush and it just felt so sensual, like this was a gradual build up and the longer it took the more intense the inevitable orgasm would be. We were both down to our bra and panties when I looked out of the window, just in time to see a man almost walk into a lamp post as he stared up at us! I started to laugh (hard with someone else’s tongue in your mouth) and Toni looked too before pulling us both down onto the bed where we lay giggling as we stripped the rest of our clothes off.

I shivered in anticipation as her fingers lightly trailed down my belly, through my pubic hair and into the wet heat of my pussy. She had the lightest of touches but even the feathery stroking soon had me spreading my legs wide, hips bucking up to meet her finger as my lips parted and she grazed my clit with her fingernail. She sucked a fat nipple into her mouth, my back arching up to meet her as she teased my clit, bringing me almost to a climax before slowing and building again…and again…and again. I was close to using my own fingers when she relented and allowed me to cum, the animal noises I made being something I had never done before, but then it was an orgasm like no other.

When I recovered, she straddled me, her knees either side of my head and she spread the lips of her pussy wide for me to feast on her hard clit and the river of juice that ran from her. She rocked her hips back and forth as she ground herself against my mouth. She didn’t waste any time; she just worked her body against mine as I did my best to give her the same orgasm she had given me. Soon she too was gasping and groaning before with a final shriek she too came. After we had got our breath back and enjoyed some more sexy snogging, she got up and left the room. I assumed that she had gone to the toilet but when she came back in, she said.

“Look what I found in mums bedside draw.”

Waving her arm at me I could see that she was clutching a large black plastic cock! It actually wasn’t that big, probably only six inches but the colour made it seem bigger somehow. She knelt on the bed and twisted the end and it came to life, buzzing, twitching and throbbing. My stomach began to have butterflies and my pussy was twitching in anticipation. I had read about vibrators and seen pictures but now, so it seemed, I was about to feel one for the first time.

First, Toni unscrewed the end and carefully put the batteries on her bedside table. Then she took some of the same ones from her bedside draw and replaced them, explaining that she didn’t want to run her mom’s down as she would then know that she was using it. She made me spread my legs almost obscenely wide before she turned it onto its lowest setting and started to run it around my pussy. The vibrations felt strange at first but soon they began to get to me, and I could feel the throbbing making me wetter and wetter. She turned it up higher and concentrated on my clit as I grabbed my tits, squeezing my nipples and biting my lip as the inevitable orgasm came ever closer. Another twist on the dial and the buzzing and vibrating went into overdrive and I went into outer space!

She turned the dial down as I came down to earth and it was off when she started to push it against my tight hole. It quickly slipped inside, and the smooth plastic began to fill me. It wasn’t as big as Ahmed, but it was a nice size and I enjoyed the thrusting as she pushed it deeper and deeper inside me. When she thought I’d taken enough she pulled it almost all the way out before turning it back to its lowest setting and began to push it firmly back and forth as I gasped at the amazing sensations that were running up and down my pussy, god it was fantastic! I enjoyed a minor orgasm before she turned it up high and started to thrash it in and out at the kind of pace you would get from a real fucking…except there was no premature ejaculation, no bruises from bony hips, no bad breath in your face…just the lust filled eyes of my best friend staring at me and an orgasm that threatened to go on forever. I don’t know how long she fucked me with that plastic toy or how many times I came but by the time she stopped (she said her wrist was aching!) my hair was plastered to my head with sweat and there was a wet puddle under my bottom from where my juices had flowed out.

After she pulled the toy out of me, I lay there twitching, it was almost as if I could feel it still inside me. I have heard it said that if you have a limb cut off you can still feel pain in it, like it’s still there. The way my pussy was throbbing and twitching it was as if Toni was still using the magic toy inside me. Eventually I recovered enough to come to my senses, and we swapped places and Toni was soon lying on the bed, legs spread wide as I prepared to give her the same pleasure I had received. She was different though. I liked that she had teased my clit with the toy, gently running it around my sensitive flesh. Toni didn’t want that. Her hand reached down and pushed my hand and the toy firmly between the lips of her pussy and against the entrance to her willing passage.

“Turn it all the way up and do it hard. Push it all the way in and do it hard and fast. Fuck me like those men on holiday fucked me.”

So that is exactly what I did. I turned it all the way up and in one long movement pushed it as far inside her as it would go. Her hips pushed towards me as it slid in, her thighs quivering as I filled her until I could force no more inside her. Then I pulled it almost all the way out before plunging back in. Her first orgasm exploded after about the 10th time I forced the pulsing toy inside her and for the next 10 mins I did as she asked, did as she gasped and begged, I fucked her harder and harder until with a pitiful whimper the batteries ran out just as she was coming again, he fingers frantically rubbing her clit as she thrashed through a titanic climax.

I got on the bed with her after I had pulled the toy free and was lay together, kissing and touching as we both calmed down. It was now almost nine ‘o’clock so Toni washed the toy, replaced her mom’s batteries and put it back where she found it. We changed into our pyjamas, went downstairs and finished the wine and pizza before falling asleep on the sofa which was where her mom and her boyfriend found us a few hours later. They were laughing, they thought the wine had put us to sleep. If only they knew!

That became a regular thing for the next few weeks, I’d go and stay with Toni every Saturday night and we would have hours of amazing sex. We were still seeing our boyfriends during the week, still being fucked and in my case teasing Olly’s dad, but it was the time together that was special. Emotionally we hadn’t changed. I wasn’t in love with her, we had just found something that we could do together that we could not do apart or with any of the boys. I guess it was that confidence and that desire that resulted in my mother, Carol, finding out about us, about our secret.

We were sent home from college as there was a problem with the water. We were given work to do and, as it was closer, we went back to my house to study together. We did some studying, but it was hot in my room and I took off my uniform and just put some tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt on. Toni had nothing to change into so stripped to her bra and panties and…well, the temptation was too much. We were locked in a passionate ’69’ heads between each- other’s legs (which must have reduced our ability to hear) when mum, having come home earlier than I expected and hearing noises upstairs, opened the door. Toni was on her back and I had two fingers in her pussy as I licked her clit. She was gasping and close to cumming as the door opened and my mother watched as despite the shock Toni’s orgasm could not be halted. She must have stood there opened mouthed as she watched the girl she had known since she was a toddler shake through an orgasm administered by her daughter.

I realised that something was up and looked around into the disbelieving eyes before the door was quickly closed, leaving us to our embarrassment.

We got dressed, hardly speaking. I didn’t really know what to say to Toni, never mind what I was going to say to my mum. What must she have thought? I need not have worried. As Toni slipped out of the door mum put her arms around me and said.

“I’m sorry. We will see about getting a lock for your door. What you do in your room is your business, you are old enough to have privacy in your own home.”

With that she just kissed the top of my head and turned and put the kettle on as breathed many sighs of relief!

Over a cup of tea, I haltingly explained that I wasn’t gay, it was just something that happened on the spur of the moment on holiday and we had carried on. I still fancied boys but could not deny that sex with Toni was amazing and that I thought we would carry on doing it as long as we both wanted to. I wasn’t going off looking for other girls, it was just something between me and Toni. I did say that Toni had taken the lead so maybe she was ‘a bit more that way than I am’ which certainly made mum’s eyebrows lift a little. In an attempt to turn the spotlight, I asked her if she had ever had sex with another girl/woman. She shook her head.

“No, but I have certainly thought about it plenty of times. When I was your age and younger and my friends were holding me or being affectionate, I wondered about the next step. At times since my divorce I have thought women seem so much easier to get on with than men, it might be nice to have sex with someone that did not then want to move in/marry you/take control. Never did anything about it though.”

Then, as I sat there open mouthed, she laughed and said

“Maybe I should have done, I must admit that you two looked very sexy locked together like that today, you certainly looked and sounded like you were having a good time!”

Then she got up and started looking in the fridge, asking what I wanted for tea like nothing had happened.

Mum was as good as her word and a couple of days later her boyfriend, Steve, fitted a bolt to the inside of my bedroom door. He didn’t say anything, just smiled as if he knew why he was doing it. I should have been embarrassed but I wasn’t, there was something about the situation that excited me, and I returned his smile. Had mum told him what she had seen us doing? Had he guessed? I hardly ever brought Olly home; I usually went to his place, so he would not have thought that Olly was the reason. Truth to tell I was getting a bit bored with him. Although he was a nice enough guy, he certainly wasn’t in the same league as the guys I had encountered on holiday when it came to sex and once I’d had sex like that, stomach churning, toe curling sex, I wanted more and Olly certainly wasn’t going to provide it.

However, as I said I did like him so just like every Wednesday after college I was in his front room, undies off, blouse open and skirt around my waist as he sucked my nipples and fingered me to an orgasm when his mom knocked the door and, after waiting until we were decent, came in. She said that it was raining cats and dogs outside, and did I want a lift home as Olly’s dad was going to start his night shift soon and would take me. Having had the orgasm I wanted from Olly I readily agreed, despite the looks he gave me, the poor lamb would have to settle for a wank once I’d gone! His dad had taken me home a few times before in his nice big estate car and that looked like a better option than my pathetic umbrella given how heavy the rain was.

There wasn’t really an opportunity for me to get dressed so I was soon sitting in the front seat of his car in just my skirt, blouse and college blazer. The walk to the car had been enough to get my blouse wet and I was looking a bit like I’d entered a ‘miss wet t-shirt’ contest. The way my nipples reacted to the cold air I think I would have won! This did not go unnoticed by his dad and he made a fuss of making sure my seat belt was fastened and the mirrors were properly adjusted as he stared at my boobs. As usual it turned me on, so I pulled my shoulders back and let him look. There was something about the way he was looking at me that was a bit different this time though, like he knew what I was thinking. We started off towards my house but after a while pulled into a side street and then down an alleyway. We stopped and he turned off the engine. I opened my mouth to say something, but he was first.

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Judith couldn’t stop the tears from running down her eyes. The water from the shower poured heavily on her but it couldn’t wash away her sorrow. In the next room lie her boyfriend or probably her ex. She was unsure but she thought attending her friend’s wedding would allow them to finalize what was going on in their relationship. She sighed wiping her eyes, being careful not to get any soap in them. Judith allowed her slender frame to rest against the cold tile wall of the shower. She continuously ran her fingers through her curly mane. “I can’t believe this shit.” she hissed before breaking down in momentary sobs. She reminiscing on how careless she could have been.

Her planned talk to her lover in the next room drowned as he downed multiple glasses of whisky at the wedding reception. By the time they got to the room Richard was incoherent. So much so that he had to be carried to the room by several male attendees. Beep. Judith reached out of the shower to check her phone that had just rang. “Did it go well?” It was a text from her friend Kelz. Judith dried her hands before replying “no 🙁 he’s out cold”. She waited a few before writing again, “I could really use a shoulder to cry on.” Within seconds Kelz replied “say no more, I’m on my way.” She laid her phone back on the top of the sink before finishing her shower.

If there was anyone who could make her feel better it was her dear friend Kelz. Judith and Kelz knew each other way before Judith got involved with Richard. He was there for all the downfalls of their relationship. Offering advice or listening in times of hardship. Judith had just finished drying off when she heard a knock on the door. She paused, reaching for a white bathroom robe to throw over her frame. Judith had a small frame but her most noticeable attributes was her busty chest and tight ass. She tied her hair up in a bun and proceeded to the door. “Jude open up” Kelz sounded from the other side of the door. A little over 6 foot, Kelz took up the doorway with his broad shoulders. His hazel eyes fixated on the door as it creaked open.

They had softened once he laid his eyes on his dear friend. He could tell that she had been crying by the redness of her eyes and the puffiness of her lids. Judith noticed his attention and rubbed gaziantep escort her eyes free of the tears that had yet to drop. Kelz stepped through the door and towards Judith. She stubble backward using her hands to catch her on the nearby wall. Her robe opening free to reveal her body glistening with beads of water. “Jude,” Kelz ‘s eyes preyed upon her frame before enclosing her against the wall. His arms on either side of her, pressing his body against hers. Judith was stunned by his abrupt change in nature. Kelz was always so friendly with her up until this point. Her mind began to race but that didn’t prevent her from meeting his kiss. From welcoming his tongue as it begged for entrance into her mouth. There they were, making out on the wall leading to the bathroom.

Kelz had reached to his left to close the door that was ajar. Judith broke their kiss momentarily to speak “Kelz we can’t .” Kelz knew that her protest would be fleeting when he got to her neck, her tender spot. He nibbled at the chocolate covered flesh and she had buckled. Holding her up was not a challenge as he continued his attack. Her murmurs turned into moans. Deep throaty moans filled the air. Kelz knew he had her, his hand ventured from the wall to the curves of her hip to the treasure between her legs.

“Oh Jude,” he moaned against the flesh of her neck. His digits began to plunge in and out of her. Softly gathering bits of information after every reaction her body gave. Should he aim up? What pace does she like? Does she even like to be played with before being penetrated? All were questions he asked himself. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his nose. The sweet damp sense of her on his fingers. She watched as his fingers swirled her juices against his tongue. Judith wanted to look away in embarrassment but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. After Kelz was finish sampling her he picked her up into his arms. He had originally motioned to the other room of the hotel condo but his direction turned when he saw Richard lying unconscious on the bed. He ventured toward the bed and laid Judith down slowly. Her eyes widened as she looked to her former lover and then to her friend.

Kelz wasn’t fond of Richard to begin with. He quickly removed his shirt and then began to undo his own buttons to his jeans. They dropped to the floor and his cock shifted forward after being set free. He watched as Judith’s eyes focused on his member. He tugged his boxers down and the thick cock was bare for her to see. Judith shuttered before taking in the full sight of his stiff cock. Meaty in width, Kelz’s dick was veiny with a purplish head. Judith drew herself to the edge of the bed, sticking her tongue out in agreement. Kelz brought his cock to her willing mouth. He plunged it in deep, letting out a velvet moan. “Jude…” he moaned her name into the air, as if claiming this space for them in this moment. Judith’s mouth bobbed up and down on his cock. His member hitting the back of her throat every time. Making slurping sounds when she drew him in. Kelz looked down in amazement, she looked as if his dick was the greatest thing she’d ever taste. He wanted to cherish this moment.

He pulled her head away from his cock and laid her back. Her face only inches away from Richard’s. Kelz didn’t have time to tease or prep her little entrance. Due to his previous conversations with her, he knew Richard’s penis was no match for his. He shoved his entire length in without warning. Judith cringed as she arched her back. Her hands gripped the sheet tight as he thrusted in and out of her eager pussy. “Jude I’ve been waiting for this moment for a while,” he bent down to kiss her. Kelz’s cock was being coated by her juices. A pool of her wetness gathering on the bed sheets. Judith moaned into his mouth, she couldn’t resist the urge of pleasure engulfing her body. Before she had a chance to really enjoy the thickness of his cock, Kelz had pulled out. Her eyes opened to him motioning for her to turn around. She situated herself on all fours.

Judith’s tight ass was now in the air and it provided a good view for him. “Shit Jude, if I would of knew,” He trailed off looking once again to her full figure. “If I would have only knew.” He positioned himself behind her before shoving himself in her. The sound of her ass slapping against his thighs was enough to shift Richard. Kelz shot the sleeping man a smirk as he continued a thrashing on his girlfriend. Judith’s face was buried in a pillow to stop her moans from being as loud. She noticed that Kelz had took one hand off of her hip but that didn’t stop the force of his thrust. She knew that tonight he was going to fuck her silly. A damp spot had already begun to form due to drool. “Yes open up for me just like that,” Kelz called from behind. The meeting of their skin gave off a clapping sound in the room. His thrust began to become more rhythmic and fast past. Kelz found himself thrusting back in her with both hands again. “Oh Jude…here I come,” Kelz looked downward to his cock being coated by a thin milky substance. Judith had cum and began to leave evidence of her pleasure all over his manhood. He smiled before diving deep within her to release his hot seed. He shuttered behind her, her pussy milking him for every drop. He fell to the side of her, cupping her face in his palm. A tender kiss between them before they began to gather their clothes.

Judith and Kelz spent the rest of that weekend in Kelz’s hotel room. The following Monday Judith had proceeded with her weekday like nothing happened. Even reconnecting with Richard who was none the wiser of her weekend adventures. Richard and Judith finally came to an agreement that they were both going to actively try to make this relationship work. As she sat there with him at a small town side cafe. Her attention was drawn to her phone as it rang against the table of the cafe. The text read: “so we don’t answer phone calls anymore.” It was Kelz who had been texting her for the past day, along with a few missed calls. She had been reluctant to answer his calls or text messages because she was confused on how to tell him what was going on with Richard. She ignored it once again.

Judith and Richard were going to enjoy the rest of their lunch together before they had to go back to work. “I’m really glad we’re doing this,” Richard exclaimed before placing a small kiss on her forehead. She smiled slightly as she saw him walk away. She opened her mouth to reply when her phone vibrated once again. It was Kelz but this time there was an attachment sent through the text message. Curiously she opened the message and sat back in her chair. Judith’s eyes widened in horror with her hand clutching the shape of her mouth. Displayed on her phone was a video shot from Kelz’s point of view with Judith being ravished from behind. The caption on the bottom read: “when your bff likes it from behind.”

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In the passenger seat, Danica stretched, murmuring noisily and arching her back and presenting her breasts in the sexiest way. “So where are we going again?”

Matt admired her display but only smirked and flashing his single dimple at her.

“Hmph. I trusted you enough to take time off from work -“

“You hate your job,” Matt interjected. He checked his side mirror and changed lanes, drumming the steering wheel absently. They were almost entirely alone on the highway as far as he could see, and had been for the last three hours. It was dusk and the clouds were going through a very impressive transition from a warm red-orange to a more somber blue-purple.

Danica counted fingers off dramatically. “I canceled a doctor’s appointment and a dinner date with David and Jill, and I had a yoga class I’m missing, I never miss yoga! I even talked Mrs. Mercer into feeding Meathead while we’re gone, and she doesn’t even like cats. The least you could do is -“

“Wow, check out that sky!”

She huffed and crossed her bare arms in a mock pout. He slipped a hand across the top of her thigh but she slapped at it angrily until he pulled it back. She was cute as hell when she was mad but she loved surprises almost as much as she loved being teased. Being teased with a surprise? She loved every second of it.

They’d been dating for almost a year and he was nuts about her. He didn’t tell her that very often, but he was quiet and soft-spoken by nature, plus he came from a family that didn’t communicate about feelings very well. He did, however, frequently send her flowers or other gifts at work, took her out (just about) whenever she wanted, and generally spoiled the hell out of her… especially in bed. Thankfully, blissfully, she didn’t just soak up that adoration and leave him out to dry. She gave as good as she got.

He put his hand back on her thigh almost high enough to brush the little white strings of her cutoff jean shorts with the edge of his palm. She pressed down on it with both of hers. Their skin tones were a study in contrasts that didn’t bother either of them but often got them stares from strangers. He was half Irish and half German, fair-skinned to the point of burning in just a few minutes of sun. She, on the other hand, was Italian and Colombian with some Greek and Spanish in there somewhere. Her skin was the color of a milky, luscious mocha that was always (magic?) warm to the touch.

He wished he could say he fell in love with her brain first, or her sense of humor or her generosity. But that would be a lie. It had been at a friend’s party and she was wearing this hot little yellow number that made him weak at the knees. She had a great body, a dancer’s body, but it was just good genetics. Better still, she wasn’t vain or narcissistic. She was just… well, cool.

He’d always been a shy, quiet guy, but their chemistry had been immediate and overpowering. She pursued him at first, which worked out very well. She was bold, honest and so very passionate, and didn’t play games… at least, not the manipulative kind. That was one of the things he loved the most about her, she was brave enough to just be herself.

“Why do you tease me?”

“Because you deserve it.”

She laughed huskily, so very sexy. She lifted his hand up and bit his knuckle.

“Keep that up and I’m going to slow down to fifty for the rest of the trip,” Matt warned.

“At least give me one hint? Just a little one? Please?”

“Maybe.”

“Yes!”

He waited.

“Well?” She kissed his hand where she’d bitten it. “Please?”

“It’s supposed to be a surprise though, and you might guess it. So it’s going to cost you.”

She checked behind them and ahead of them and there was still no one in sight. She unbuttoned her shorts and wiggled out of them, then tossed them in his lap.

“All right, but that only counts for one medium-sized hint.” It took all of his willpower not to look. Was she wearing underwear? What if she wasn’t?

“On second thought… I want two.” A moment later her bra landed on top of her shorts. Now he had to look. She was wearing panties, red cotton ones, and she’d unbuttoned her shirt to take off her bra. He counted three buttons open and her breasts were begging for her to make it four. They made a smooth, sloping arc and were heavy beneath the nipples, which were large, perfectly round and tasted better than any chocolate.

“Eyes on the road,” she said sharply.

Reluctantly, he turned his attention back to the deserted highway. Two can play this game, he thought. He dropped her discarded clothes behind his knees. No matter what, he wasn’t going to tell her where they were actually going. But he wouldn’t lie, either.

“Come on, you promised. If I have to follow the rules, so do you.”

He grumbled. “First, we have two hours and a half hours of driving left.”

“Sucky hint. Okay, the other one?”

“I asked Jill where you’ve always wanted to go,” he said reluctantly.

“Did you really?”

He nodded gaziantep escort but didn’t add that he hadn’t taken Jill’s advice, but had instead come up with a better idea.

She unbuckled her seat belt and leaned across to kiss his cheek. “So thoughtful. Thank you babe.” She kissed across to his ear and down his neck, thankfully stopping at his collarbone. His basketball shorts were getting very tight indeed.

She took his hand back and played with his fingers. “Babe?” She said, in that voice.

“No.”

“But babe,” she purred, guiding his hand down between her thighs.

“No.”

She pulled his hand all the way in, grunting in that naughty bedroom voice that usually dragged him into caveman territory.

“Fine, ONE more hint.” She wasn’t wet enough for her panties to be soaked through, but he knew her well enough that it wouldn’t be long if she kept playing with herself with his (much larger) finger. “But you have to ask me a question. I’m not offering anything else up to spoil your surprise. If you do guess it, you’re be in big trouble.”

She murmured happily, circling her clit with his fingertip. “What if I want to be in trouble.”

“Keep this up and you will be.”

“Promise?” She pushed his finger all the way down and immediately back up to continue circling her clit. Now she was definitely wet, and along with the hardness of her nipple against the underside of his elbeow, he knew she really was horny. Tease, oh yes. Bitch, never.

“You know it. Okay ask away.”

“I know just the one. What’s in the brown bag in the trunk?” She spread her thighs and pressed his fingertips as far between her swollen lips as the soaked panties would allow, then returned them to her clit, moaning so softly he almost couldn’t hear it over the thrum of the tires on the concrete.

“I’m not sure you’ve earned that hint,” he said cautiously.

“Haven’t I?” she muttered huskily. She was really going for it.

“Finish first, then I’ll tell you.”

“Oh… oh… kay.” He did his best to divide his attention between the road and his fingers, which were now inside her panties and exploring hot, slick heaven. Thank goodness for cruise control.

“Oh… oh… fuck… fuck me…FUCK!” she whined in a high, helpless, panicked voice, her nails digging into his wrist. She collapsed, hugged his hand and leaned against his shoulder. He kissed the top of her head. Her black-brown hair was down and curly today and it smelled like coconut and some exotic fruit he couldn’t place. Scrumptious.

“That’s my good girl.”

“I’d absolutely love to go down on you right now.”

“Damn.” He adjusted himself as best he could. Thankfully he’d dressed for comfort. He’d never been a fan of blowjobs. In porn, the goal seemed to always be cumming all over a girl’s face, which he didn’t find the least bit arousing. It seemed pretty silly, actually. Dani, however, had a talent for oral. More importantly, she got off on giving it. Likewise, he had a talent for going down on her and got off on giving it. He tried to fight through the flood of memories of them doing exactly that, often at the same time.

“So?” She asked, twining her fingers through his again.

“Oh, right. The, um, brown bag. It’s equipment I bought. Quality stuff. We’re going to need it where we’re going.”

She mulled it over thoughtfully. “Like tools? Toys?”

“Neither.”

“I give up,” she said resignedly.

“You trust me, don’t you?”

“You know I do,” she said, and kissed his hand.

“Good,” he said, and meant it. Her eyes, which were a soft but very unusual shade of hazel, were half-shut. When she felt the weight of his eyes, which were a blue so dark it was almost black, she smiled happily.

Half an hour later they made a pit stop. After Matt retrieved some clean clothes for Dani, gassed up and went to the bathroom, he found her at a snack rack. He came up behind her and grabbed her around the waist and the shoulders. She bumped her ass against him, whispered something too dirty to even write here and walked away casually.

His inner caveman wanted to drag her into the storage area behind the beer cooler and ravish her, but in real life, people call the cops on you. They’d gotten run out of a really nice restaurant once. The manager caught them in the women’s bathroom and swore at them all the way to the parking lot. Good times.

An hour and a half later, he turned off at their (first) hotel and rolled up to the office.

“You said we’d get there tonight,” she pouted.

“I said we had another two and a half hours of driving left. For the night. We’ve still got a couple of hours to go tomorrow. You didn’t think I’d give it away that easily would you? Love ya!” He got out before she could respond but he could hear her cursing all the way.

At the parking space in front of their, Matt came around to open her door.

“I’m not moving until you give me another hint,” she said, folding her arms and crossing her legs.

“Suit yourself.” He scooped her up and lifted her out of the car, carrying her as if she were just one more piece of luggage to unload. She laughed despite herself and hugged his neck.

When Dani was done showering, Matt turned off the TV and met her at the bathroom door. She was wrapping her hair in a towel but was otherwise still naked. She sang almost as well as she danced, but didn’t like anyone to hear her. She clammed up and Matt kissed her bare shoulder, then started undressing. She helped him, trailing her fingertips up and down from his chest, through the hair she found there, to his hips and belly. She plucked a hair and tried to get away but not before he caught her bare ass with a light but sharp swat.

“No peeking in the bag,” he called from the shower.

She ducked her head around the corner. “I would never!”

Matt pulled the shower curtain aside and wiggled a finger at her. She shook her head and shook her ass at him. She had on a pair of black lace panties and nothing else, and she knew perfectly well that he was up to no good.

He wiped the water off his forehead and out of his eyes and glared down over the shower rod at what little he could still see of her. One eye, one cheek, and the corner of that impish grin. She got a good look, winked and disappeared.

When he turned off the bathroom light he found her laying on her belly in the middle of the bed, cheek in palm, her crossed ankles rocking lazily. He sat at her hip, not touching her yet, and she didn’t move.

She was pretending to ignore him, flipping through channels randomly, legs still swinging. Still he waited, immobile. Eventually her legs stopped swinging and he could tell she was holding her breath in anticipation. He leaned over her and kissed her back, right above her ass. Goosebumps spring up almost instantly. He kissed up and up, not touching her with anything but his lips.

“You are so evil.” She lay her head on her forearms and looked back at him.

“I’m not,” he whispered. “Not at the moment, anyway.” He’d reached her shoulder and kissed down her ribs, only a fraction faster. Along her shoulder, down her arm, then her cheek, her temple, and her ear, which he suckled. She tossed her hair out of his way and he bit it gently, ever so gently.

She moaned through closed lips, her hips rolling against the bed. He ran a hand across her ass, keeping it flat, fingers together.

“Do it,” she said. Not begging yet, demanding.

He waited until she started to speak again and hit her good and hard across the middle of both cheeks. He left his hand there, the warmth of his palm adding to the sting of the slap. She cried out but bit it back almost immediately. He tilted his head to kiss her cheek right in front of the ear, whispering gentle, romantic nothings, and started trailing his fingertips all over her ass slowly.

“Again,” she said, but still wasn’t begging.

Matt grabbed one of the pillows and passed it under her hips. She arched her ass up and toward him. So inviting. He could smell her wetness already, like a garden on a humid day.

“Please, baby,” she said. Almost. He finally tugged those black panties to below the curve of her ass, but no farther. Still he trailed his fingertips around her cheeks, up her back to her shoulders, down her thighs, and always slowly, patiently.

“Please,” she whimpered.

WHACK.

She moaned into the bedspread, twisting it in both fists. Matt leaned forward and kissed the undermost curve of her ass, his nose almost against the crotch of her panties. He kissing wetly, fervently, and bit. Hard.

She gasped, cried out into the bed again. He widened his jaws, bit harder. He tightened his hold slightly and released, again and again. He leaned back, admired the splash of red marks he’d been making and pulled her panties down far enough for her lips to glisten up at him.

After their earlier adventure in the car, he couldn’t wait. He knelt between her spread thighs, which widened for him. His own dripping wetness was lost in the flood of hers as the swollen tip parted her lips with almost no resistance.

In that first long stroke he only went halfway, then out, barely moving. She widened her thighs even more and he ran his hands up them, settling at her hips. He pulled all the way out and away, savoring the squeeze and grind as she tried to keep him inside.

He waited, barely parting her, and she begged him to just do it. He drove into her again as before. Each time a little harder, a little faster. He kept this up until the lust had overtaken both of them and the bedposts were hammering the wall behind him. She had to push back with her clenched fists on the bedspread to keep from being forced off onto the floor.

When he felt her getting close he twisted his right hand through her hair and yanked her head back.

“Give it to me,” he growled deep in his chest. “Right now.”

She peered up at him helplessly, her whole body jarring every time he hit her. He pulled harder on her hair for just a moment, then grabbed her neck and pushed her face-down on the bed. Somehow he found that last bit of extra oomph and fucked her harder.

He knew he could make her cum that way and finally she did, crying wordlessly into the bedspread. He slowed down his thrusts but didn’t soften them. She shook all over but somehow managed to keep him inside her.

He was close. He switched from slow and hard to fast and deep and soon he could feel her fingers nearly vibrating against her clit as he slammed into her.

“Cum in me, baby,” she breathed, “Come on. Fuck that little pussy. Fuck it! Come on!”

She knew he loved that so she usually saved it up until just the right moment. He gritted his teeth and clamped down on her hips hard enough to leave bruises the next day. He stopped moving halfway through but she kept on grinding against him and even managed to have another little orgasm in the process.

He collapsed next to her and kissed her bicep. She rolled into the hollow of his shoulder and kissed his nipple. Eventually they took a fast shower and washed each other. It was these quiet moments of mutual tenderness that got them through the rough times even better than the sex did. Barely a word was spoken until they had curled up naked in each other’s arms in bed, her cheek against his shoulder and one ankle hooked across his knee.

Then it was only a soft, heartfelt “I love you,” which everyone knows is the best sleep aid in the world.

Neither of them set an alarm so they only crawled out of bed around nine thirty. They had the car packed back up by a quarter after ten and stopped for a quick breakfast at McDonalds. Back on the road she opened his sausage mcmuffins for him. Matt knew her too well to fall for the sweet little girl act, and half an hour later she made a renewed attempt to drag their secret destination out of him.

“So how much farther?” She asked, sipping her Sprite.

“We’ll be there around noon.”

“Am I okay, dressed like this?” She tossed her hair behind one shoulder and leaned toward him slightly. Her t-shirt was a v-neck, plunging just far enough for the black cotton of her bra to be visible. She had on a skirt, too… his biggest weakness. It was pleated and lacy and he could definitely make out the clean, bright white panties between her slightly parted thighs.

He turned back to the road without even changing his expression. “You look amazing. I wouldn’t worry.”

“Thanks babe. Will we be able to find somewhere quiet when we get there?” She was stroking the inside of her thigh but he refused to look. “I’m getting kinda… you know.”

“There’ll be plenty of time for that. If you’re good.”

“Wasn’t I good last night?”

He risked a glance. She was twirling a lock of her hair lazily and biting her lip slightly.

“Yes, you were very good last night. Unbelievably good.”

“Thanks. You were too. So what makes you think I won’t be good later?”

“You’re being very naughty right now. Distracting me while I’m driving.”

“I am? I’m sorry, baby.”

“Uh huh.” He scowled at her, eyes narrowed. “You looked in the bag, didn’t you?”

“No! Cross my heart.” She crossed her heart with one fingertip, trailing it down and across her breast in the v-neck.

“Well it’s too late now.”

“Would I be teasing you this much if I already knew where we were going?”

“I guess not. Sorry.”

“You know it’s risky for a girl to just run off to parts unknown with a man like this. Could be really dangerous. You can’t blame me for trying to protect myself.”

He chuckled, unable to keep it up any longer. “If anyone should be scared, it’s me. Those nails of yours have given me some impressive scars. I swear, my love, you’re going to be thrilled. I’ve been planning this for months. But yeah… there might be danger involved, yes. If you want it to be.”

“Ooh, I like the sound of that,” she said, patting his thigh. Apart from some playful groping, the rest of the trip was uneventful.

Matt started getting anxious about a half hour before they got to the hotel. He’d paid for two full days of everything the day spa had to offer. Massage, steam bath, manicure, pedicure, facial, the works. All the next day, which was Friday, then a day off for them to go out and do whatever she wanted, then all day Sunday, too.

He’d booked a room in the nicest hotel in town. Saturday would be clear, sunny and eighty five, and from what he’d heard, Willow Lake was crystal clear on days like that. Perfect for snorkeling.

He’d asked for the day spa to send a brochure to the hotel and it should be waiting at the front desk. If not, there was always the website. Dani was drumming her fingers on her thighs nervously and he took her hand, kissed her fingertips.

“You’ll find out soon enough, hon.”

“Okay,” she said.

He pulled up to the hotel right on schedule and he could tell from her reaction that she was impressed.

“This place is amazing! So what’s the surprise? Come on, I’m dying here.” She was still looking around in wonder at the fountains, the landscaping, even the architecture.

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Julie was 19 years old when we met in the early 80s. I was in my 30’s.

She was willowy and elegant with beautiful light brown skin, a great benefit from her Portugese and African heritage. Her 100 pound body was topped off with silky dark brown hair that nearly reached her narrow waist. Her breasts were small but very firm and needed no support from a bra. Without a bra, her nipples made a definite impression on her blouse, and me.

I met Julie and her boyfriend, Mike, while they were attending a trade convention in central Africa. They were with some good friends of mine, so I joined them. It transpired that Julie was the daughter of a guy I knew professionally and her boyfriend Mike worked for her father. We were soon joined by other friends as we mingled and chatted in the reception area.

As evening approached, we were all tired and hungry. The group agreed to meet at a local restaurant when I noticed Mike and Julie were acting uncomfortably. I pulled them off to the side as we walked to our cars and asked what was bothering them. They were reluctant to say anything at first, but Julie finally admitted they couldn’t afford to go to dinner. Only Mike was working, and his job as a mechanic didn’t pay a wage that allowed them the luxury of eating out at expensive restaurants.

I was by no means rich, but in relative terms as an expatriate, I had a decent job, a company house and a few dollars to spend. Having been nearly broke myself when their age, I insisted they join the group of friends for dinner as my guest, my treat and to be kept between us only.

It was Julie who convinced Mike to accept. Mike and Julie seemed like a very friendly couple, especially Julie. At that point in time, nothing other than being friendly had crossed my mind. They were much younger than most of the group and although Julie was stunning, she was too young for me to even consider as a target for any lustful intent.

We had a great time at dinner, so I suggested we do dinner again soon. We exchanged numbers and parted with hand-shakes all around. The following Friday night, a date cancelled on short notice due to illness. On the spur of the moment, I called the number for Mike and Julie. Julie answered. I asked if they would like to go our for dinner and a drink on me.

Julie immediately accepted and gave me their address, so I told her I’d be there in about an hour. I had barely got into the drive of a set of two storey apartments, when Julie came bounding out and practically jumped into my front seat.

She was dressed in a short black skirt that hugged her hips and a pale pink V-neck blouse that showed off her pert breasts. Again, she wore no bra. Her nipples were already rudely pointing through the thin fabric of her blouse, which took some effort on my part to ignore! Bare legs and low heels finished her attire. She looked and smelled delicious. What a knockout!

“Where’s Mike” I asked, looking toward the entrance to the apartments.

“Working!” she replied.

“Do we need to pick him up?” I asked.

“No! He had to go up north to rescue some truck that has broken down in the middle of nowhere and he probably won’t be back until tomorrow. He’s always having to dash of somewhere at a moment’s notice.”

A broad grin spread across her face as she spoke. This was one of her father’s apartment and Mike still lived at home with his parents in another suburb.

“So, where are we going?” she asked.

I told her I thought we might grab a bite to eat and go to a nightclub I knew. They had a great all girl reggae band.

“Good. I like reggae music” offered Julie.

As we pulled out of the drive, she slid over next to me and kissed my cheek. Since she was somewhat young, that sort of startled me, but not for long. Her hand soon found its way onto my thigh while her other hand was up the back of my seat stroking the back of my neck. I reciprocated with the familiarity and began rubbing her arm.

After getting past the initial shock and a feeling of awkwardness at the age difference, I decided that I would let her make all the moves since she was the one who was so much younger and had a boyfriend. When we pulled into the car park of the restaurant and stopped in an empty space, Julie turned slightly in her seat, leaned her head on my shoulder and pulled my hand to her breast.

As I gently caressed her breast through her blouse, she spoke in a lowered voice and explained how attractive she found me and, especially, she felt really excited that a mature man would be interested in her.

Her breast was small and round, about the size of a ripe orange and a nice hand full. Her nipples were soon very hard. They were sticking out like the little erasers that you get on the end of pencils. They seemed to be trying to punch holes in her blouse.

During dinner, Julie told me Mike had been her first and only lover and they had not been getting along for some time. She said he hadn’t touched her in over two months. He had told her he was too gaziantep escort tired from working to make love to her. She suspected he had a girlfriend. I decided Mike must have been some kind of idiot to ignore such a gorgeous creature like Julie, and I told her so.

We got to the nightclub just as the band was beginning to play. I ordered my typical Brandy and Coke and she ordered a Gin and Tonic. Julie really liked to dance. During the slow numbers, she cuddled closely and firmly ground her pussy into my thigh. She soon had my cock straining to be free. She seemed to melt as I grabbed both ass cheeks and squeezed hard. It was getting more and more difficult to remember she was still a teenager.

When she had consumed half of only her second drink, I found myself practically dragging her around the dance floor. Only then did I find out she didn’t drink.

I told her we needed to get her home. She only smiled. With Julie nearly passed out in my lap, the ride home wasn’t nearly as much fun as it had promised to be. In order to get her into her apartment, I had to prop her against the wall, hold her there with my shoulder between her tits, an arm around her waist, and fish her keys from her handbag with my free hand. Thankfully, her apartment was on the ground floor!

As we got in her door, her legs decided they had gone as far as they were going to go. I carried her to her bed, undressed her, covered her, and gave her a soft goodnight kiss. I couldn’t help but grab an eyeful as she lay there in a pair of black satin panties, until I slid the cover over her. She was absolutely stunning! Smooth light caramel skin with not one mole or blemish that I could observe.

As I exited her bedroom I heard her stir.

“Aren’t you going to stay?” Julie mumbled.

I told her I’d love to, but she was in no condition to make such a decision. I told her I’d call in a few days and left.

Monday evening, the ‘phone rang. It was Julie. She apologised for not telling me she didn’t drink and said she didn’t remember too much of the ride home. She said she wanted to go out again. I agreed. Only this time there would be no drinking.

The following night she rang again to say Mike was away the next day (Wednesday) again for another overnight stay.

I picked Julie up at about 7:00 PM Wednesday evening. She was wearing a short black cocktail dress with a round neck at the front and a deep vee that went to her lower back. No bra, as was the norm.

This time she wore stockings and black patent high heeled stiletto court shoes. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail. What a sight! My cock started to respond almost immediately.

We had a nice dinner at a local steakhouse, caught a movie, and ended at my home for a coffee. The coffee never got made.

As soon as we entered my door, she kicked off her shoes and began removing her dress. This little lady was hot and wanted to fuck now! She said she wanted to make up for our last date.

I asked if she had ever stripped to music.

“No” she said, “but it sounds like fun.”

While I put on the music, Julie re-fastened the zipper up the back of her dress and put on her shoes. When the music started, she told me to sit on the couch and not touch her until she said it was OK. She began swaying to the music and slowly unzipped her dress again.

Julie was a natural stripper. As her dress fell away, she squeezed her tits together and pinched and pulled her nipples. Her perfectly pert breasts were small but rounded, with puffy areola topped by a pair of brown nipples that pointed upwards. They were almost as hard as my cock.

She was then swaying in front of me in nothing but the smallest of silky bikini panties, black stockings with elasticated lace tops (with no suspender belt unfortunately!) and her stiletto’s. I made note of the outline of her womanhood through her panties and noted that the crotch of her panties was soaked with her juices.

A few brief strokes to her pussy with her flattened hand and the panties were quickly removed. Julie was absolutely beautiful. Her pussy was covered with very fine hair, and it almost seemed hairless.

She had tested my patience by not letting me touch her until she was completely naked. I had nearly gone nuts wanting to reach out and grab her. She slowly turned, came to stand in front of me and looked down into my eyes.

“I’m yours! Do what ever you want with me” she stated flatly.

It was my turn to drive her crazy. From my seated position, I reached out and softly held her by her slender hips. Her whole body was so soft and smooth. Pulling her to me, I gently planted a kiss at the top of her pussy lips. She spread her legs, held the back of my head and pulled my mouth to her pussy. A single long lick of her entire slit brought a sharp gasp from Julie.

She breathlessly told me that Mike had never kissed her there!

“Baby, you’re in for the best night of your life, if you’ll let me do what I want to do to you” I told her.

“Do anything you want!” she gasped.

With that I scooped her into my arms and carried her to my bedroom. I gently laid her on my bed, undressed and joined her. I began by gently kissing her mouth and stroking her tits. Her nipples, already erect, became even harder. I moved down to suck her tits. As Julie began to make low moans, I started lightly nipping and pinching her nipples. As her moans got more pronounced, I pinched and pulled harder and rolled her nipples between my thumb and fingers. In further response, she raised her chest toward my hands.

As I lie next to her sucking her left tit, my left hand stroked the flat belly on its way to her pussy. Another sharp gasp came from her as I stroked up and down her hot wet slit. Just as I came in contact with her clitoris for the first time, she had an orgasm.

Julie was obviously one of those women who had quiet orgasms. She stiffened, pulled her legs together, thrust her pussy up to my hand and hugged me tightly as a long, soft moan came from deep within her. As she relaxed a minute, I told her it was OK to let her feelings out and make noise if she felt like it.

My hand was still at her pussy and resumed stroking up and down. Soon, I let a finger, then two, slide inside her hole. She was very tight. Maybe she had been ignored too much lately. As my fingers worked their way into her tight hole, my thumb found her clitoris and began massaging it.

Julie started tensing again, and I rubbed her swollen bud a little harder, this time delving with a curled middle finger to rub her g-spot. Her second climax hit much harder than the first. She began bucking like a wild woman and cried out for more. I again let her relax for a minute. She said she had never cum twice in one night and never so hard. A large smile crossed her face when I told her the night had only just begun…

I then moved down and began kissing and licking her soaking pussy. I cupped both ass cheeks and lifted her to give me a better angle for my tongue to penetrate her pussy. My tongue worked in and out of her until her third orgasm began to build. When my mouth moved to licking and sucking her clitoris, my fingers re-entered her pussy. Just as she began bucking wildly, I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and found her asshole.

She went wild when I slid my index finger in only to the first knuckle. A second knuckle entered her and Julie was screaming.

“Oh shit, fuck, eat me, more, more!”

As Julie came and thrust her pussy up to me, the whole finger slipped into her ass as I licked and sucked greedily at her sodden cunt, delving my tongue into her and nibbling her cunt lips up and down. As she came down, Julie said she needed to rest just a bit.

As we cuddled and talked, she admitted she liked my finger up her ass, but wanted me to be careful. She told me Mike had never eaten her, nor had he ever touched her asshole. All he ever did was finger her until she was wet, climb on, hump until he came, and roll off. She seldom had a orgasm.

I moved up beside her and held her tightly. She began stroking my rock hard cock. At six and a half inches, I’m not the biggest dick in the gym, but Julie said I was bigger than Mike, especially in thickness. She was amazed she had cum three times and I hadn’t even put it in her yet!

As Julie continued to stroke me, I started feeling that familiar stirring in my balls. I told her she needed to stop or I’d cum in her hand. I reached for her pussy but she said she still needed a little time.

“Do you like to suck cock?” I asked flatly.

“I’ve never done it, but I’ll try. Tell me what to do” she responded.

This beautiful, 19 year old woman had never even given a blowjob!

I had her slide down my belly to where she was laying with her lips nearly touching the swollen head of my cock. I very gently pushed her down and told her to kiss and lick the top of cock. She did. She licked up the drop of ooze that was gathered at the tip of my cock and softly kissed me. I told her to open her mouth and take a little of it in and suck. Without hesitation she took about two inches of me into her mouth and started sucking. Julie was the perfect student. She did everything I told her without question. As I continued to instruct her, she began bobbing up and down on my raging hard-on. She was licking the shaft and head with every up-stroke and was soon hitting the entrance to her throat on the down-stroke. I could feel her tongue gently grating along the underside of my swollen glans and I was going to burst.

I had her shift her position so she was laying on top of me in the classic 69 position. With my cock in her mouth and her pussy at my face, I resumed eating her still tight pussy. When I warned her I was about to cum, she didn’t say a word. She just took me in as far as she could and sucked harder. She was holding my cock at the entrance to her throat. I was too busy eating her sweet pussy to give any more warnings.

As I shot my first spurt, she jerked up about an inch, but went right back down and sucked even harder. She held right there for the second spurt.

In my lust, I instructed her.

“Take it down your throat baby.”

She gamely tried but just couldn’t do it. She held me deep in her mouth until she sucked out every bit of my cum and swallowed it all. I had continued eating her and with my tongue as deep in her pussy as I could get it, she quickly had her fourth orgasm. This one was a little quieter than the last one. She merely ground her pussy into my face and grunted with each thrust of my tongue. Of course, it is difficult to scream when there’s a cock in deep your mouth!

It was my turn to need rest. After a bit of a break, cuddling and kissing, I again began petting Julie’s pussy. She soon spread her legs wide. I crawled between them and resumed eating her. My licks became longer and lower. I pushed her legs up to where her knees were next to her tits and she grabbed the backs of her knees and held them there.

While eating her pussy, I lubed up a finger with her pussy juices. As she built toward another orgasm, I slipped a finger all the way into her pussy. Without warning, I removed my finger and moved my tongue from her pussy to her virgin asshole. A couple of licks and I drove my tongue into her asshole.

Julie was near cumming again. Julie’s asshole was too tight to fuck with just her own juices. I keep a tube of lubricant and condoms in the drawer next to my bed. I don’t think Julie noticed when I reached for the lube. A generous glob of lube was put in and around Julie’s tight asshole. I carefully massaged her sphincter to help it relax. All the while, I was eating her pussy. By that time, she was thrashing around and bucking up and down as she rapidly approached her next orgasm.

I grabbed a condom, slipped in on and lubed my cock. Then lowered her legs a bit and lined up to invade her pussy with my cock. One long slow thrust buried my shaft to the hilt. I held there for a bit enjoying a very tight pussy. As I began stroking in and out, Julie began humping back.

Soon, she brought her legs down and wrapped them around my waist. She was cumming again. I held tight into her depths as she thrashed beneath me.

I was trying to not cum. As her orgasm subsided, I resumed stroking her pussy. Damn she was still tight. I pulled her legs back up and stuck a finger back into her asshole. Julie’s eyes were somewhat glazed and nearly closed. A wide smile covered her face. Slowly I pulled out of her pussy and aimed my cock at her asshole. Thanks to the liberal lube and both our juices, it took just a little pressure and the swollen head of my cock popped into her virgin asshole.

Julie’s eyes sprung wide open. She tensed with the initial entry, but she soon relaxed as I held still.

“All right?” I asked.

“Yes! Don’t stop!” she gasped.

With that, I ever so slowly sank my rigid cock into her no longer virgin asshole. A couple of quivers and a grimace or two were the only adverse reactions Julie had. When I was fully in her ass, I held still while she relaxed.

The stroking began slowly at first. As I sped up, Julie started grunting and moaning every time I drove into her. She pulled her legs up further allowing me deeper penetration into her asshole.

After a few strokes, I was hammering into Julie’s ass as hard as I could. Thank God I had shot off a huge load earlier. I never would have lasted past the first strokes into her hot tight ass. It seemed to be sucking me in every time I pulled back.

She then reached down, grabbed her ass cheeks, spread them wide, and started yelling.

“Yes! Fuck me harder! Fuck my ass! Oh God! I’m cumming again!”

As Julie came, so did I. I must have filled the condom with the biggest load of cum I’d ever had. I seemed to cum and cum. When we settled down, I pulled out of her ass and gave her a few more licks on her pussy. She just laid there holding her legs up and panting.

Slowly, she lowered her legs and put her feet on my back. As I kissed her thighs, I noticed her asshole was still slightly open with a little cum dribbling out.

After resting, talking, and cuddling a while, we shared a shower and dressed. Julie told me she didn’t know it was possible to cum so hard, so many times, in so many ways. I told her having the right partner makes it easy.

I got Julie home about an hour before midnight. She gave me a passionate kiss as she stepped out into the warm night and skipped to her apartment.

I saw Julie a couple of times after that and she split with Mike. Last time I tried to contact Julie, the phone had been disconnected. I heard that Mike had quit his job a week earlier and no one knew where they had gone or if they were together. I wondered how long it was before Julie insisted someone eat her pussy or fuck her in the ass again. I wish her the best.

To Mike, and all the other men who ignore their women; if you don’t take care of them, someone else will. It doesn’t matter if they’re young and gorgeous like Julie, or just another average, middle-aged, wife. She is appealing to someone. Maybe me!

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A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. In this chapter, Julia has the authority to permit Felicity to come, or not to come.

*******

I started to walk on but Felicity stayed rooted on the spot and whimpered:

“I want to go back, please Miss Julia.”

“Are you sure? What’s the hurry,” I taunted, and looked at her under the slightly orange glow of the dim streetlights. She looked sweaty and very desirable and I could so easily have abandoned my self-imposed midnight rule and just finger-fucked her to orgasm right there in the street. Moving to stand behind her and reaching around to put my hands on her tight flat tummy, I pulled her against me and pressed my groin into her bum. She knew what I was doing and didn’t resist so I slid one hand slowly up her torso, feeling every rib on the way then slipping under the bottom of her ragged top. I found one of her small irresistible breasts and it felt simply perfect in my hand. The nipple was already erect and I couldn’t wait to see it again. Fortuitously, we were outside a dusty old antiques shop which had various old mirrors on display in the window allowing me to lift her top and feast my eyes on their reflections.

Felicity lay her head back on my shoulder, moaning quietly as I played with first one then the other nipple. She watched her own reflection as I teased, pinched and pulled her sensitive dark buds and she writhed and whimpered in torment as I moved my other hand down, finding her navel, poking a finger in and teasing it.

She squealed out loud and spun around, gasping: “Oh god Julia. No, not there please not there. I can’t stand all of this. I’m so turned on all the time. It’s constant. This is unbearable, I’ve never experienced this before. I’m on a permanent horny high. Can’t we go back? Please Miss. I’m desperate and I simply have to come, and soon.”

She was not the only one. I too was aroused almost to distraction, and close to losing control. 14 days since my last climax, 3 of them spent in the company of possibly the most sexually desirable woman I had ever encountered. Countless edges. Numerous denied almost-orgasms. Days of supressed arousal. Hours of mind-numbing desperation. And all in the pursuit of the ultimate orgasm, one that might be only an hour away. My pussy was throbbing with desire and urgent need. My juices were flooding and my nipples ached, begging for a willing mouth to consume them and extract unimaginable pleasure from my full and erotically-revealed breasts.

I lifted the bottom of my dress and we could both see how my skimpy thong was struggling to cover my engorged pussy. “Soon, my lovely. Soon. Look at me Flix, look at me. See how I’m ready for you? Look at me Flix, look between my legs.”

I opened my legs and thrust my mound forwards.

“Look at my sex, Flix. See how my lips are full and pink and swollen and how they’ve escaped from under my dripping wet thong? See how my juices have soaked it?

Felicity looked intently at my reflection in the mirrors. “Please don’t taunt me like this. You know how hard you’re making this for me and you know how much I adore looking at you. You’re beautiful, Julia and I want you so much. But I don’t just want to look, I want to touch too, and can’t we do that back home?”

“I like to hear you say that Flix. But look at this,” and, ignoring her pleadings, I put my right foot up on the low ledge below the shop window to give her a clearer view.

“What if I pull my thong higher on my hips, like this? Look what’s happened now, see how it’s pulled tight against my lips and clit? See how my whole pussy is ready. Ready to be licked and fingered and fucked and teased as you bring me to a climax? I can just about wait until midnight; can you?”

“I hope so Miss. But I doubt it.”

“Look at it Flix. Do you like looking at my pussy? Do you like seeing me hitch up my dress on the street like a whore? Well get down on your hands and knees and take a closer look, slut”

“Yes, your pussy does look delicious and so ready to be licked, but I can see that without having to get down on all fours. Please don’t make me. What if someone comes down the street when I’m on my knees?”

“Yes, what if? You know what. They’ll see a horny young woman with her wet pouting pussy fully on show between her legs, visible through the gaping hole in her cheap ripped leggings. And they’ll think ‘what a pretty pussy. And what a cheap, willing slut!’ Now get down there and take a good look. Tell me, does my pussy look ready to be licked?”

Reluctantly Felicity obeyed my instruction and got down between my legs, her bum high in the air and her thighs wide apart. She looked awesome and I wanted all of her. I bent over her and nonchalantly slipped a finger in her vagina.

“Fuck yes Julia. Yes, Yes Yes, … but please stop tormenting me like this. What are you trying to do to me? Make me explode?”

“No, just to get you ready to explode at midnight.”

Felicity was close to tears.

“But I’m already ready. I couldn’t be more ready. What more can I possibly do?”

“You can lick my wet thong whilst bursa escort you’re down there. Yes, Flix, do it. You’re my slut and my pussy needs licking. That’s your job.”

Felicity visibly shuddered and did as I had instructed her, lapping her tongue up the full length of the lacy wet triangle stretched between my lips and over my clit. It felt wonderful to me and to be honest it was fortunate she only did it a few times, the start of some pre-orgasmic muscle clenches hovering just under the surface.

“Oh fuck yes,” she blurted as she surfaced, and pouted: “but, Miss, my pussy needs this too and I’d much rather be at home than out on the streets or in a seedy club when I finish. Can we stop now please?”

I’d put this gorgeous yet young and impressionable girl through enough so reluctantly I gave her permission to stop, and agreed we would in fact skip the club and go back. Felicity sighed with relief and thanked me as we began to walk, but was otherwise very quiet as we clack-clacked through the deserted residential streets, the sound of our heels on the paving echoing off the walls. Savouring the stimulating sensation of my tiny gold bar brushing sensually against the inside of my foot, the level or arousal in my pussy ratchetted up yet another level to: ‘intense but just about bearable’.

“Anything on your mind?” I asked, genuinely interested and concerned.

Felicity looked at me as we walked: “I have so many unanswered questions, sorry.”

“Any I can answer?”

“Yes, lots.”

“Fire away.”

“What’s that little thingy that hangs down the side of your shoe?”

“It’s a pure gold ingot.”

“Why would a shoe have one of those?”

“Makes it very exclusive. There are only 100 pairs in the world like it. And it excites me when it brushes against my foot when I walk.”

“Because it’s expensive? Or you just like the feeling?”

“Both.”

“Lots of things excite you, don’t they Julia.”

“Yes. Lots.”

“Especially clothes, underwear … and shoes?”

“Yes, but not just those. Next question.”

“Have you really not had an orgasm for 2 weeks now?”

“True, Why?”

“No reason, just curious. Is your mother still alive?”

“Yes she is,”

“Does she know, about … you?”

“What about me?”

“That you’re a lesbian.”

“Yes she does, but she doesn’t know everything about my sexual preferences.”

“Is she OK about you being gay?”

“Pretty much, yes, right from when I first told her.”

“How old were you then?”

“15, nearly 16.”

Felicity went very quiet after that, not speaking again until we were almost at my apartment when she asked: “I want to know what’s in that box. You promised you’d tell me”

“The inlaid wooden one? I assumed you already knew. You’ve already looked inside, right?”

“No, no, I haven’t. Honestly. I wouldn’t do that without your permission … Miss.”

“But you moved it. It was in a slightly different position.”

“I’m sorry Miss but I did just pick it up. I thought I might get some idea what’s inside by its weight.”

“And?”

“None the wiser actually.”

“Shall we go in and find out.”

“Will I like it?”

“I hope so.”

It was just after 11:00 by now and I was feeling hornier than I could ever remember. The ‘Arousal of Anticipation’ they call it. I waved my pass to enter the lobby and to call the lift.

Whilst we were waiting for it to arrive, standing beside Felicity I could see our reflections in the glass doors. My hard nipples were poking aggressively at the shimmery bronze fabric of my dress and my thong felt soaking wet. We stepped into the small glass-walled space and it whirred into motion. My mind flitted back to Tuesday afternoon, the first time Felicity and I shared this lift, and thoughts about how far we’d come since then filled my mind.

Raising the scalloped hem of my dress, I took Felicity’s hand and placed it over my pussy. “This is what you do to me, Flix. I think you should apologise.”

Felicity cupped and squeezed my aching mound and purred “I think you should apologise to me for being such a horny, bossy, cruel bitch”

As if I would. In any case, at that moment the doors glided open and soon we were inside my sanctuary.

The atmosphere between us was loaded as I closed and locked the door behind us and you could almost touch the tension. We both knew why we were there … or did we?

Felicity looked at herself in the long mirror and acknowledged what a total mess she was, with her hair all matted, make-up smudged and clothes in tatters, her pussy completely exposed for all to see and her titties almost as bad. She released her ponytail and let her dishevelled hair cascade over her shoulders and turned one way and another, looking at her own reflection. She asked me: “Would it surprise you if I admitted what a massive turn-on it is for me, seeing myself looking like this? To look so obviously like I’m your used and humiliated little slut?”

“No,” I replied, “no surprise at all. And would you be surprised if I tell you it turns me on seeing you like bursa escort bayan that, and knowing that you absolutely are my slut?”

Felicity looked at herself in the mirror again but didn’t answer. Instead she asked: “What’s the time now, Julia?”

I looked at my phone. “11:15, why?”

She bit gently on the little finger of her right hand as she walked across to me and, not really expecting anything except an affirmative response, commented: “It must be that time. The time you’ve been planning to tease me and lick me and finger-fuck me and mercilessly play with my clit until I’m about to climax. To hold me there, against my will, needing it so badly but totally in your control as you edge me and torment me right up to the stroke of midnight, in the uncertain hope that you will actually keep your promise and allow me to come. Right, Miss?”

I laughed and said she knew me too well and it was a good guess, but that actually ‘No’.

“What? What the fuck?” Felicity looked angry and upset. “You promised. You’ve been leading me up to this for 2 days and now you say No? Fuck you Julia I need to come and I will come even if I have to do it myself!”

“And that’s exactly what you’re going to do.”

“What?”

“In fact, we are both going to come. But we’re going to masturbate only ourselves, each in a place where the other can see and watch, and we’re going to edge ourselves as close as we dare to the point of coming and hold ourselves there until exactly midnight, when we will reach orgasm.”

“Oh … my … god. So, Julia, you now control everything about my sexuality, even telling me when I can and cannot masturbate. You are impossible Julia. I’ve been so much looking forward to you fucking me senseless, and now you tell me I have to do it to myself?”

“Well, yes. But then after midnight I promise I will indeed ‘fuck you senseless’, in more way than you could imagine. And I promise you more and better orgasms than you’ve probably ever had in one night. How does that sound?”

Felicity looked like she might cry. “This is all so intense and emotional and I can’t even think straight anymore. I’m so horny that I might even be past coming now and I suppose all I can do is surrender myself totally to you and go along with whatever you want. At least it might make you happy even if it doesn’t satisfy me. And I’ll only have to endure this for another 12 hours then I’ll be on that boat and will never see you again and … and …” She erupted into floods of tears.

I dabbed her face with a soft tissue and purred in her ear: “Surrender. Yes. Exactly. Just let yourself go.”

Felicity collapsed into my arms and I lowered her gently onto one of the big sofas. “Lay back, rest your head, and just do as I say, OK?”

She looked at me and nodded. I too was super aroused but managed to keep a clear head as my plan continued to unfurl as intended. My nipples pressed against my glamourous dress and my thong was so wet as to be useless. I stood close to Felicity, lifted the front of the dress, and peeled off the juice-soaked scrap of lace. I rubbed it over Felicity’s shoes and feet then tossed it on the floor. She looked straight at me with wide eyes, but said nothing. Holding my gaze, she began to work the top of her leggings down her hips.

“Stop. No. Did I tell you to take them off?”

“Sorry” she instantly replied. “No Miss, you didn’t. I just assumed you’d want me to be naked?”

“Later, Flix. Later,” I promised, and propped up my phone where we could both see the time: 11:35.

I continued: “Open your legs, Flix. Do as I say, open them.”

Felicity obediently slid her bum to the front edge of the sofa and opened her slender thighs wide causing a few more stiches to give way. The hole in her leggings grew larger, exposing everything from the top of her mound down to the shadows under her tight bum.

“Good girl. Now, just listen to my instructions, and watch me. Copy what I do, OK?”

“Yes Miss Julia.” she whispered, without a hint of dissent.

Taking up position on the opposite sofa, I hitched up my dress and spread my legs as wide as I could. Not as wide as my flexible young companion’s, but pretty good for a 44-year-old, I thought to myself as the erotic feelings inside me grew and spread through my nervous system and the excitement and anticipation of the situation gripped me.

“Pull your outer lips apart, Flix,” I instructed, “spread your pussy so I can see again how pretty it is. Use two hands.” … as I demonstrated, using my two middle fingers and exposing my engorged, pink flesh.

Felicity copied.

She gasped.

So did I.

I stayed like that for a while, sensing the intense arousal of two women, deliberately, blatantly, whorishly revealing their throbbing vulvas to each other.

We continued …

“Now push both fingers into your vagina.”

Felicity’s slid in easily. “Oh my god Julia I’m so wet and open. What are you trying to do to me?”

“I’m sure you know the answer to that question. Now slide them in and out, Flix, that’s it. In, out, in, out. bursa merkez escort Good girl!”

“Oh my god I’m fucking myself in front of another woman; this is so wild.”

“What are you doing Flix?”

“I’m fucking myself, Julia.”

“Say that word. Be that bad girl your mother told you not to be. What is it you are fucking, my sweet innocent little niece?”

“I’m fucking my cunt, Aunt Julia.”

“Yes you are. Are you a bad girl?”

“Yes I am. I’m a very bad girl. A slut. Your slut, Miss Julia.”

“Yes you are, Felicity. Now touch your clit.”

“Please no. I’m going to explode if I touch myself there” Felicity complained.

“No you won’t. You mustn’t. Just touch it very gently.”

Felicity’s whole body shuddered as she stroked upwards towards her clitoris but she stopped and bit seductively on her bottom lip. Perspiration covered her body and trickled down inside her leggings, between her legs and onto her perineum.

“I can’t Julia. I just can’t. It’s too sensitive and I’m so horny sorry I, I …”

But she did, and obediently began to circle her clit with her middle finger.

“Oh my god Julia I never ever …”

“Just listen, obey, and copy. Push your other finger deeper into your hole. As far as you can, but don’t stop playing with your clit. Do both at the same time.”

“It’s too much. I can’t … concentrate … I’m so near … I need this Julia … so much.”

Felicity glanced at my phone. “Another quarter of a frickin’ hour still. Surely you don’t …” and she trailed off, her eyes closed as she gently stroked her pink bud.

“Yes you can.”

“I’m sorry. This is so hard.”

“Keep copying me, Flix, do what Miss Julia does.”

I too needed to come, but controlled my emotions and just about managed to subdue the feelings for a bit longer as I fingerfucked my vagina and stimulated my clit.

“Oh shit that’s too much no please no no please tell me to come. Release me. Let me come. Please tell me it’s OK. Just one word from you is all I need. Say the word pleeease Julia” as the words poured out of her mouth, barely coherent now.

“No. Not yet. It’s not the time. Now do some tiny soft circles again. Barely touching. Keep going, keep going, keep going and … STOP.”

“Aaahhhhnnnnnnooooooo” she cried out. I’m sure that wasn’t the word she wanted to hear.

I stopped too and the feelings were awesome. It had been a long 2 weeks for me and the time was getting nearer. So powerful. So intense. Yet I felt deliciously in control.

“Just breathe” I purred “Both hands down by your sides and simply focus on the feelings inside your pussy.”

“Ohhhhhhhh” Felicity cried out as she took her hand away. “I’m sorry. I’ll do as I’m told. Tell me what to do now Julia.”

“Just do nothing, and count to 30 as the feelings subside. Concentrate on how that feels, all through your body and in your mind.”

“I’ll try … 1, 2, 3 … mmmm …15, 16, 17 … oh my god, doing my best here – feels awesome amazing … 28, 29, 30.”

“OK, we’ll start again, fingering our clits like before.”

Felicity did exactly as she was told. We repeated: Play, Stop, Count, play, stop, count and she was a spectacle to behold as she began to get into the rhythm, fingering her clit, up and down, left and right, circling, tapping, and then not touching at all on command, as her moans became stronger, louder, more desperate.

And so we continued. Time passed until I no longer needed to give her instructions and I could focus on my own ascending arousal as I teased myself, played and watched.

Felicity changed positions a couple of times, always with her legs wide apart. Each time she moved, a few more stitches of her ripped leggings succumbed and the hole grew even larger. Mostly she kept her eyes closed but occasionally she’d open them, smile at me, then continue. I noticed the periods when she wasn’t touching her pussy at all becoming longer. Sometimes she’d pull her cropped top right up to her armpits to reveal her lovely titties, and play with them too; pinching, pulling, and twisting her nipples whilst leaving her vulva neglected, needy, aching and unsatisfied. And exposed, clearly on show through the unforgiving rip in her leggings, an enticing, uninhibited display of pink, wet, engorged, soft, aroused, aching young flesh.

Midnight arrived … and passed, but Felicity didn’t notice. She was totally engrossed, and there was no way I’d let myself come before her. Occasionally I’d have to stop completely, crouch with my bum pushed backwards, my hands gripping the furniture, and ride the wave of almost-there vagina-clenches. My boobs had spilled out of my dress and I tortured my nipples whenever Felicity touched hers.

Eventually she spoke, weakly, her mouth dry and parched.

“Is it time yet?” Felicity enquired.

“Yes my lovely, it’s time.

Felicity smiled dreamily and positioned her hand just a centimetre or so above her oozing, swollen pussy, holding it there, hovering so close but not making contact. Her fingers stiff and bent back, her shoulders on the floor, feet up on the sofa and her bum high up off the ground as she offered up her open, throbbing vulva, as though worshiping an unseen and unpenetrating phallus. She straightened her back and her tummy muscles pulled tight. Her whole body was tense and alive. She’d almost stopped breathing and perspiration was pouring off her.

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Susan was swimming alone in the pool as I walked into the hotel pool area. It was after 2am and I was a little surprised that anyone was there at all. She looked up at me and smiled as she continued her backstroke laps. Susan was about 18, I thought, with a very athletic body. She wore a red one-piece suit with high thigh-cut which clung tightly to her body. Her long blonde hair was wrapped in a tight ponytail.

“You’re a good swimmer” I said, attempting to start some conversation as I took off my robe and began to step into the warm pool.

She stopped swimming and stood up in the shallow end near me. “Thanks” she said as the water dripped from her tight body. “I like it here late since I can’t seem to sleep too well lately. My parents are snoring away in our room upstairs.”

“Yeah, I know what that’s like,” I answered. “Sometimes you just need to let off some energy.”

I noticed her checking out my body as I walked down the steps into the pool. I loved getting reactions to my blue bikini, from both women and men. It shows my ample cleavage and nice 30 year old body very well. I felt my nipples harden under her look, even though I was getting very warm. I noticed Susan’s small but firm tits under her thin suit also had some tiny buds showing through.

“Miss your boyfriend?” I asked. Susan looked at me a little funny, but answered “No, we broke up a while ago. He’s a jerk. I found out he was cheating on me.”

“That’s rough,” I said, moving closer to her. “Sometimes I think men just aren’t worth it.” She nodded, and I continued “You know, we can do all that they can do just by ourselves, we don’t really need them.”

Susan giggled, “Well, SOME things we can’t do like they can, if you know what I mean.”

I smiled, “Oh yeah? I think all we need is a little imagination and some basic tools, and we can do better.”

Susan nervously laughed, but I could tell she was intrigued. She watched me as I laid back and began backstroking, slowly kicking across the pool. She watched me all the way, I’m sure noticing my breasts floating nicely on the water constrained by my tight suit, as my long legs worked effortlessly. Susan walked into waist-deep water, and laid back against the pool edge, kicking gently.

After I made another lap, I stood up again. “Damn, this strap broke again” I lied as I slipped my arm out of one side. “I’ve got to get a new one.” Susan watched as I removed the other strap, as my large but firm breasts bounded out, nipples long and stiff in the air. I was looking at the clasp as if it were broken.

“Oh well, it’s just us girls anyway” I said as I turned the top around and unbuttoned the snap, gently lifting my tits to do it. “You don’t mind, do you?”

I glanced up to see Susan staring at my hardened nipples as I held my bikini top to the side. “Umm, no, not at all” she managed to stutter as she looked away quickly.

I smiled and squatted down in the water. Susan finally looked back at me. I turned away from her slightly as I slid my bikini bottom over my ass and down my legs, and quickly stood up in the shallow end. I tossed it to the side, still facing away from her. My ass was slightly out of the water, so I was sure she got a good look at it.

“I love to skinny dip anyway, if feels so free” I said as I turned back to Susan. “Did you ever try it?”

I caught Susan’s eyes checking my neatly trimmed blonde hair at my crotch. Her eyes slowly raised over my breasts, then to my own eyes. I looked directly into her brown eyes, and she quickly looked away, embarrassed that I had caught her admiring my nude body.

She looked hesitant, but then, as if deciding that she was too curious as to what I would do next, answered. “Yeah, my girlfriend and I used to do it all the time in her backyard pool at night.” Then she quickly added “Skinny dip, I mean.” She glanced at my breasts again, as she made up her mind. “OK, I could use some freedom.”

She turned her back to me, and began to lift the straps from her shoulders, slowly peeling it off her slim, but shapely body for me. She looked over her shoulder at me as she stripped, a slight smile on her face. I felt that twinge between my legs as she lowered the tight suit down, stretching it past her nice firm butt, and bent down to pick it up from the pool bottom. As she bent over, she slowly turned toward me, her small tits hanging under her, pink nipples hardened.

The biggest rush I felt though, was when she slowly stood and turned to toss the suit to the side, and I saw her almost hairless pussy. I could see her pink lips starting to show through the few strands of blonde hair. Her nice thighs were slightly parted as she stood there, so that they converged at her nearly-bald crotch. This was one hot looking girl. Her waist was tiny, making her chest look bigger than it really was. She had a perfect hourglass figure for a girl her age.

I could tell that she was interested in me, I had seen those looks before. Some girls will clam up right away escort bayan and need more gentle prodding, but Susan was ready for some woman-and-girl experimentation. I decided to be bolder. We both walked into waist deep water, and I stretched out on my back on the water, floating toward her. She came a little closer, until I was next to her, my body across the water in front of her. I looked up into her dark eyes as they roamed my body, taking extra time looking at my pussy. I kicked slowly, spreading my legs slightly to give her a good view of my own puffy lips.

As I floated closer, my side brushed her stomach as she stood, and I felt the electric jolt of desire flow through both of us. She jumped back slightly, but then, getting bolder, moved back towards me slowly. I just gazed into her eyes, trying to let her know that I was open to whatever she wanted. Susan hesitatingly reached out to touch me, placing her hand on my flat stomach just below my heaving breasts. Her eyes were looking them over, noticing the hardened nipples. Her eyes rose to meet mine, looking for the next OK.

“Go ahead, feel them” I said, and she began to caress my tits, gently at first, making my nipples harden even more under her touch. She was enraptured with my body, as she now began pinching softly my nipples. “Ohh, that feels good, Susan,” I said. “I like your touch.”

“I like the feel of your body,” she said. “You’re so beautiful and soft. You must have lots of boyfriends.”

“Well,” I said, “I suppose I could, but right now I’d rather be with you.” Susan smiled and continued stroking me. She put one hand under the small of my back, holding me in the water, as the other ran up and down my body. She ran her hand down to my mound, stopping at the hairline. I was covered in goose bumps from the excitement of her touch. “Go ahead, touch me” I encouraged her.

“Tell me what to do,” she whispered. I could tell that she was eager to learn. Her breathing was rapid as her little tits heaved on her chest, her eyes wandering over my body.

“When you and your girlfriend skinny dipped, did you ever touch each other?” I asked, hoping to bring up some emotions.

“Well,” she answered slowly, “we were only about 11 or 12, we really didn’t know what to do.”

I kept prodding as she continued stroking me “did you kiss?”

“Yeah, sometimes.” Susan answered, “We pretended we were the other’s boyfriend. We would touch each other, but neither of us had much in the way of breasts, although I liked to play with Jane’s, she had little nubs before I did.”

“How about her pussy?,” I asked. “Did you like to touch hers?”

Susan looked longingly at mine. “We would both get pretty wet when we played with each other” she was opening up now. “We kind of rubbed each other’s slit, but I don’t think we ever really gave each other a real orgasm or anything.”

I really wanted to take her now, but I decided to let her do the exploring for now. It felt too good to have this virgin girl experiment on me.

“Just do to me what you think you’d like done to you” I said.

Susan’s hand went down to my pussy, her finger slipping into my moist slit gently. She felt for my clit, and I shivered as she found it immediately, stiffened, waiting for her touch. This girl really knew her way around a chick’s body. I’m sure she must have played with herself often to know just where to touch me. I closed my eyes and let her pleasure me, sliding her finger up and down my moistening slit, her palm touching my clit just enough to tease me. Then she slipped her finger into my hole, and I let myself go limp in the water, weightless in her hands.

She entered me slowly, as she brought me closer to her chest, her tits right next to my face. I flicked out my tongue to her nipples, letting it slide over her small mounds. Susan shivered as she moaned, continuing to stroke my cunt. She pulled me closer to her, giving me easier access to her chest as I continued sucking her bite sized tits into my mouth. She found my clit, which was stiff from excitement about fucking this little girl. She began to stroke it with her fingers, letting it slide between them. As she finger fucked me, I could tell that she was getting too excited to stand for long, holding me up in the water.

“Let’s move to the side of the pool” I said as I let her tit slide out of my mouth, even though I didn’t want her to stop playing with my clit.

She gently let me down and I stood in front of her. Taking her head in my hands, I lowered my mouth to hers, sending an electric shock through both of us as our lips touched. I slipped my tongue against her lips, and she opened her mouth, allowing me to enter her mouth with my tongue. She hungrily sucked it, as she grasped my hard ass with her fingers. I moved my hands down to her heaving chest, palming her little titties and stroking the hard nipples between my fingers. She pulled me closer to her, our blond mounds pressing together underwater. I stopped to take a breath. görükle escort

“Come on, sit up on the edge of the pool” I said, leading her to the edge.

I grasped her waist and quickly lifted her onto the side of the pool, her hips about even with my chest. She put her hands on my tits, kneading the heavy mellons in her palms as she watched me. My hands were still on her waist, but now I moved them lower to her thighs. They were very muscular for a young girl, and commented on how lovely they were. I stroked the outside of her legs, waiting for her to open them for me, not wanting to push too hard. Susan leaned forward, her beautiful face touching mine for a kiss. Her eyes focused on mine as she slowly spread her legs, scooching forward on the pool side slightly. I looked down to her bald pussy, the pink lips swollen from her excitement. Her slit was wet from her own juices, and I could smell the young lust from her sweet cunt.

—————————— Part 2 ——————————

Slowly, I leaned forward to kiss the tops of her thighs, working my way between her legs. I lifted one up and kissed the inside of her knee, working slowly up with my lips as I placed the leg on my shoulder. I touched the other leg, and she immediately placed that one up on my other shoulder as she leaned her head back, waiting for the inevitable.

I continued slowly kissing up her leg, stopping at her crotch as I kissed her smooth belly. I could feel just the hint of pubic hair on my chin as I slowly worked lower, feeling the wetness of her slit on my chin. I touched her pussy lips with my open mouth, and Susan shivered noticeably, a soft moan escaping from her young lips. She opened her legs even more. I let my tongue slip out, gently licking her soaking slit from the top down, then up again slowly. I could feel her young clit stiffen as I passed over it with my soft tongue. She slowly began to gyrate her hips, pushing her cunt gently into my flickering tongue.

Then I placed my mouth over her pussy, my top lip on her clit, as I slowly explored around her hole with my tongue. The juices were flowing quickly, and I swallowed, enjoying the youngster’s taste. I gently pushed my tongue into her entrance, and she grabbed my head, pulling herself closer to me. I slipped it into her as far as I could, as my hands wandered up her body to her heaving breasts. I pulled and fondled her hard, stiff nipples, as I continued working my tongue in and out of her gushing pussy.

She was beginning to twitch, lifting her hips off the edge a little, then pulling my head into her wetness. I gently slipped my middle finger into her slit, letting her juices lubricate it well. Slowly, I began pushing it into her flowing cunt, slipping it all the way in as I continued to tongue her clit. She was tight, but took it easily, moaning softly as I moved it in and out of her hot pussy. Her moans became louder, and I started sucking harder on her stiffness, my mouth covering her snatch. I knew what was happening now, as I felt the buildup of her clit as her cunt exploded it’s nectar into my face, She pulled me even tighter, as she moaned louder and louder, bucking her hips wildly as I tried to keep my finger inside her, my tongue on her spasming clit.

It was a long orgasm, followed by several smaller tingles as she came down from each one slowly. I backed out my finger, kissing gently at her slit, and licking slowly out to her thighs. My face was soaking wet from her come, and she was looking at me hungrily.

“Oh my god, I’ve never felt one like that before!” she said, eyes wide.

“That was a lot more than one, my dear” I said, realizing that she had never experienced multiple orgasms before. “Now you know what a woman can do with a woman.”

She slipped back into the pool, taking me in her arms, pressing her body to mine as she kissed me deeply. She took my tongue into her mouth, sucking her own juices off it, seeming to enjoy every drop. We kissed like that for a while, stroking each other’s bodies as our hands wandered over them. I was about to come myself just from her touches, but I knew I needed to wait. I wanted her to enjoy the feeling of bringing me off herself.

She grasped my big tits, kneading them gently in her hands. Slowly, she kissed my chest, trailing her tongue down my cleavage, as she squeezed them together. She slowly kissed my breast, all around the nipple as it hardened again under her touch. Then, she opened her mouth and took my tit into it, sucking and licking it at the same time. It felt wonderful to have this girl making love to my tits. She flicked her tongue over the nipple, gently biting down with her lips and teeth. She worked over one, then the other, as I enjoyed her mouth on my tits.

“Let’s get out of the water” I whispered, not really wanting her to stop.

I led her up the stairs, and we laid next to each other on some exercise mats. I laid on my back, and Susan gently began to kiss bursa elit escort me again, leaning over me as we sucked tongues together. She again began kissing lower, going back to work on my tits, nipples hard as I ever remember. She was kneeling up now by my side, and I slowly began to spread my legs apart, hoping she’d pick up on the hint. Susan slid her leg between mine as she continued sucking and licking my breasts, and as I moved my other leg over, knelt between my legs, her knees together. I stroked her hair as she kissed my tits, gently guiding, but not pushing her lower. She didn’t resist, but kissed gently lower to my flat stomach, licking at my belly button. It felt wonderfully erotic as her velvet tongue kissed my body, and I took my own breast in my hand, kneading it as she kissed lower.

Finally, she reached my mound, and kissed at my pubic hair. I arched my back a little, giving her easy access to my wet slit. I felt a twinge through my body as her lips touched my pussy lips, now swollen with lust, slightly spread for her. Her tongue slipped into the slit, and she began licking and kissing my pussy lips, her tongue working deeper into my cunt. This girl was a natural cunt-eater, I thought. She was touching all the right places. I bent my knees up, pulling her face closer to my crotch as she lapped at my flowing cunt. Her hands ran up to my breasts, and she kneaded them both, fondling me as she continued sucking my juices, bringing me nearer and nearer. I thrust my hips up, her tongue meeting me with each thrust. I squeezed her hands onto my tits harder, guiding her as she caressed my breasts, flicking the nipples gently with her fingers. Her tongue slipped into my hole, and she drove it in and out, stopping to lick at my erect clit as she entered and exited the flowing cunt. She was fucking me expertly with her thick tongue, my thrusts meeting hers.

She continued kneading my tits as she licked, and I began to buck my hips, the start of a huge orgasm building in my body. Suddenly, it hit. I slammed my cunt into her lapping tongue, spilling my juices over her face as she eagerly drank, still squeezing my tits together as she held her tongue on my spasming clit.

“Yes, oh yes Susan” I screamed as I felt I would literally explode.

When each wave hit, I threw my head back, humping my gushing cunt into her face. Slowly, it subsided, and Susan let her tongue relax, as she slowly kissed her way back up my body, gently touching me everywhere with her lips. I pulled her face toward mine, hers now wet with my cum. We kissed deeply as I sucked my own juices off her tongue, tasting the stickiness of my pussy. We laid there, embracing for a while, as we stroked each other’s bodies, her head on my heavy chest.

“Thank you” she whispered, as she reached up to kiss me. “I loved doing that to you.”

After a few minutes, we decided that we’d better get back to our rooms.

“What do you do?” she asked me as I pulled my robe over my nude body.

“I’m a photographer” I said. “And I’d like you to model for me, if you would.” Susan was impressed.

“What kind of photography?” she asked. “Oh, mostly free-lance” I answered, “But I really enjoy nude and erotic photography.”

“I’ll bet you do,” she laughed. “Do you use yourself as a subject?”

“Actually, yes,” I said. “I have a little remote control that I’ve used quite a bit. I’ll show you some of my work later, if you want.”

We made a date for the next evening, and she slipped her suit back on, sliding her beautiful body into it, now proudly exhibiting herself as she pulled the tight suit over her tits.

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I heard a soft knock on the door.

“It’s Susan” said a low voice.

I opened the door to find her, blond hair cascading beautifully over her shoulders. She wore skin-tight jeans, and a buttoned white blouse. Her lacy bra was visible through the thin fabric. Her makeup was done well, her beautiful brown eyes accented perfectly. I too was wearing jeans, and a t-shirt. I had no bra or underwear underneath, and I felt my nipples harden just looking at Susan’s tight firm ass as she walked into my room.

My room was a mini-studio, with different backgrounds spread against one wall, the camera and lighting equipment everywhere. I offered her a drink, and we sat at the table as she began looking through my portfolio. I showed her some jeans ads that I had done, as well as some food shots.

“This is really good” she said, as she looked through the book. “But where’s the other stuff you told me about?”

I smiled, and pulled another book from a shelf. “You mean the erotic book?” I smiled. “You have to be over eighteen to see these, you know” I kidded.

“Well, I won’t tell anyone, I guess.”

I sat close to her as she opened the book. There were pictures of women partially nude, some with lingerie, and some Playboy-type poses, fully nude.

“These women are all beautiful,” she said. “Did you make love to them all?”

“I wish!” I laughed. “No, only a few are open to explore like we are,” I said as I stroked her long blonde hair.

Susan pressed on, though. “Tell me which ones,” she insisted, as she continued flipping through the pages, admiring some of the beautiful bodies.

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‘Practice is almost over’ I told myself. Soon I could go home and take care of this ache. This happens every practice. I would stand quietly off to the side and stare lustfully at my coach. Why did she have to have such perfect legs anyway? And that ass… my mind wandered once more. My cheerleading coach was absolutely gorgeous. She had blonde hair with bright blue eyes with a body you just wanted to devour. At least I did. I wanted to run my tongue from her lips to the place I knew would be wet for my touch. Shuddering in arousal, I tried to put my mind on other subjects. It was torture fantasizing the way I did. I wondered what she would do if she knew one of her girls was lusting after her.

Everything that was said to me I pretty much ignored. I felt like a robot really, going through the motions from memory while my mind was filled with erotic images and daydreams. The things that went through my head would make the most promiscuous woman blush and probably give a nun a heart attack. I blamed it mostly on my hormones, being 18 just wasn’t easy.

At that moment, the coach slid into the splits trying to teach us a new cheer. I felt heat pool between my legs and felt a blush creep up my neck. I glanced around but everyone ignored me as usual. I was thankful no one noticed the way I was fidgeting or the blatant desire burning in my eyes as my gaze found the Coach again. Finally practice was over and the coach bid everyone goodbye smiling in her usual charming way. I gave a sigh of relief. Now I could go home and take a nice long cold shower!

However before I could leave and go home the coach called me over. I approached her doing my best to keep my eyes trained on her face when all they wanted to do was slip lower. It should be illegal for someone to have such a perfect body I thought silently to myself. “Tanya there is something I need your help on” I nodded hundreds of fantasies spinning through my head at her simple statement. “There are some signs at my house I would like you to help me with if you don’t mind” her voice was soft and so very feminine, I felt like crying out in frustration.

‘What a strange request’ I thought silently to myself but I agreed anyway. I could handle a few more hours with her; at least I hoped I could. Now sitting in coaches or rather Jen’s car I felt trapped in my lustful fantasies. Every breath I took I could smell her and I didn’t think I could take much more. A mixture of a soft scented perfume along with her heady feminine smell had me ready to soak her car’s seat right then and there. We finally arrived at her house and I breathed a sigh of relief. Being so close to her without touching her was really a challenge

She unlocked and opened the front door motioning me to follow her to the living room. “Would you like anything to drink? Juice maybe?” she asked completely unaware of the affect she was having on me. Strangled by lust I could only nod mutely. She left to get the drinks and I sat down on a bursa escort very plush sofa. Glancing around her house, I noted how neat it was and how cheery the atmosphere seemed.

She returned with two glasses filled with some type of red liquid. She handed me one and sat down beside me. I was so preoccupied with trying to keep my desire in check that I didn’t even notice that there were no signs in sight. I mumbled thanks and greedily drank almost have the glass. Was it me or was it getting hot in here? “S-so where are the signs?” I asked angry that my voice seemed to shake.

Jen smiled at me “Tanya the reason I asked you to come here has nothing to do with signs. I’ve seen how you look at me and…” she hesitated and my chest constricted. Was she angry? Was she about to kick me off the squad? Or lecture me? Her next words nearly made me fall off the sofa. “I feel the same as you. I’ve wanted you since the moment I first saw you.” My heart ceased to beat and my mouth dropped open. I couldn’t breathe, let alone speak. So all I did was stare at her completely dumbfounded.

She continued on when I remained silent. “In my opinion since we both want each other, what’s to stop us from having each other?” I don’t think I could have answered her if my life depended upon it. We didn’t needs words though because after meeting my gaze for a moment she kissed me and I was immediately lost. Her lips were as soft as I had imagined and I nearly moaned in sweet agony.

Repeatedly our lips met each kiss more impassioned then the last. My hand fisted in her hair as my body clenched with a need so intense I trembled with it. I needed to feel her skin to skin, taste her, and drive her to complete and utter ecstasy. Her lips parted at the insistent probing of my tongue and I slid inside to taste her. Her tongue tangled with mine and the kiss that ensued left me craving more. I explored her every recess, enjoying her sweet taste and delicious smell. Her hands were threaded into my hair pulling slightly as she moaned softly into my mouth

Her body pressed urgently against my mine and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin. I could not believe this was happening. I never wanted this moment to end. With my mouth still locked in out erotic kiss, I brought my free hand up to cup her breast. It fit perfectly into my palm just like I knew it would. Her moan sent all my emotions and senses reeling and I felt caught up in this chaotic whirlwind of desire and need. Craving so intense, it bordered on pain slammed into me and my hand on her breast tightened.

I pulled away very reluctantly but only long enough for me to tear off her shirt in one quick motion. Her bra was a cream color with lace flowers on the edges. She looked to damn sexy in it so it soon joined her shirt on the floor with a flick of my wrist. For the longest time all I could do was stare. She was magnificent; I had waited so long for this moment. I hade to taste her, every inch of bursa ucuz escort her begged for my lips. My mouth closed around her nipple and her back arched pressing her breast more firmly into my mouth

She moaned deep in her throat her nails digging into my shoulders. I bit down gently and in response, she cried out softly her hands tightening, her nails leaving little half moons in my shoulders. This only caused my excitement to heighten as I soothed her nipple with my tongue. Suddenly Jen pushed me off and I expected her to stop me, tell me to get out of her house. Instead, she tore my shirt off in the same quick motion I used on her then she proceeded to remove my bra as well.

However, I would not let her take control. I had been waiting for this for to long. I cupped the back of her head and drew her in for another kiss. Meanwhile my other hand began to move down her body. I pinched her nipple with my thumb and forefinger reveling in the gasp of pleasure that escaped her parted lips. My mouth left hers and headed downwards once more finding her nipple. She was trembling her body shaking with pleasure and anticipation. I could almost smell her arousal and it made me want her that much more.

My mouth stayed on her breast worshiping her skin with my lips and my hand traces a lazy path toward the area that was weeping for me. I lingered on her navel tracing circles around her belly button teasing her with only the tips of my fingers. Her body arched and writhed in a silent entreaty. Finally, my hand reached the waistband of her shorts and I tugged gently. In response, she lifted her hips so I was able to slide them off her in one smooth motion. She wore a white lace thong underneath and I had to stop myself from crying out in need and appreciation of the sight in front of me. I must have died because this was definitely heaven. Just a hell of a lot hotter.

My fingers headed lower very slowly making her whimper as I kept her in suspense. When I thought I had tortured her enough I brought my hand to the place that craved my touch. My fingers teased her through her thong stroking gently at first. She bit her lip and closed her eyes as she undulated against my hand. I smiled as I watched her facial expressions of pleasure. My lips found her nipples again as my hand slid up and down her moist folds. She was soaking through the thongs now and her whimpers grew louder. “Please” she moaned softly and that single world sent all my senses rioting.

My lips left her nipples then and burned a path downwards. I lavished her skin with kisses nibbling here and there. She smelled so delicious, and tasted better then she smelled. When I reached her stomach, I traced slow circles around her belly button. I lingered on her navel causing her to squirm in anticipation. Finally my lips found the place that was now completely soaked with her juices. Her legs fell open and she arched her hips in silent invitation. bursa elit escort

My tongue flicked her clit softly causing her to cry out. She was so sensitive, and so beautiful. My tongue flicked out a few more times and she fisted her hands into my hair pulling slightly and yet holding me in place. After teasing her with a few more flicks, I brought my fingers into play. I slid one from the very back of her wet passage to the top pressing slightly on her clit as I did so. Her body spasmed and her hands tightened even more in my hair so I did it a few more times. By the time I gave her a reprieve her entire body was shaking with pleasure and need.

I brought my tongue back to her button of pleasure passing over it in long leisurely strokes. My hand slipped down from the top of her legs and slid inside of her easily. At that same moment, my lips wrapped around her clit and I sucked the little button into my mouth. Her entire body jerked violently, and her mouth opened in a silent scream. I stopped all movement letting her settle down refusing to let her reach climax just yet. I wasn’t done with her; I wanted to make sure she remembered this just like I knew I would for a very long time.

After her breathing slowed and she went back to softly whimpering, I began a slow thrusting movement with my fingers. Her hips met every thrust eagerly. Her breathing was coming in shallow gasps and her eyes were completely glazed over with the need for completion. She was incredible just how I knew she would be. I sucked at her clit vigorously enjoying immensely the way she pushed into my mouth. “Yes!” she moaned. At that word, I shuddered and this time it was me that moaned. My moan sent vibrations through her clit causing her to gasp.

I knew she was near orgasm and my fingers were thrusting faster now and harder. She was so wet, so mouth-watering. I feathered my tongue against her clit, her moans grew louder, and mine soon joined hers. “Yes! Oh Yes!” her voice broke through my haze of need turning me on so much more. Her voice was just so incredibly sexy. Her moans soon turned into a keening wail and I could tell she was on the verge of climax.

Just as she was about to reach the peak I removed my hand. She cried out against the loss her eyes opening and meeting my gaze. My eyes burned into hers for a moment and her cry moments before was now a scream because not even a minute after I removed my fingers I replaced them with my tongue thrusting it as deep as it would go and in the process I flung her over the edge into bliss. She screamed my name as her release claimed her and her hips arched violently off the sofa. I greedily drank of her juices savoring her taste, savoring this moment…

“Tanya… Tanya!” I blinked several times coming back out of my fantasy and once more back to tormenting reality. I noticed everyone was looking at me and I was once again at practice. I had gotten lost in my fantasy world…again! Sometimes I just couldn’t help myself though. ‘damn hormones.’ The coach was frowning at me and I wondered what she would do if she really knew the things that went through my head. “Tanya please pay attention!” she said shaking her head. I nodded my gaze on her lips as she spoke. “Always coach…” my gaze met hers “Always.”

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I am a 40 year old typical soccer mom who leads a pretty conventional life. My stories are based on my fantasies. Most deal with the humiliation of older women by younger women, in the style of my favorite authors such as Cowgirl, Couture, Phoenix Arrow and Jane Parks. This is my first story (part 3), I hope you enjoy it. I’m working on further chapters, and I’d enjoy any constructive criticism. Thanks to all of you who have contacted me already!!! Your comments have made me feel wonderful.

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My head was spinning from the drugs, I was standing on the stage wearing my daughter’s cheerleading uniform and holding her pom-poms. Suddenly the music started, it was that song “Holla Back Girl” by Gwen Stefani.

I was frozen in fear, unable to even move, I stood on the stage motionless. Suddenly the crowd began to get restless. I could hear comments, “Come Dance….shake that ass, and move it.” The song continued, and I remembered Princess’s threat, that I needed to earn some money, so I slowly tentatively at first began gyrating my hips, and trying to dance.

It was difficult for me to dance, with the combination of the high heels, as well as my drug induced haze, but as I got more comfortable, I began to try and put on a show that the patrons would enjoy.

I fought my urge to run away, I knew it was impossible. Even though I was completely disoriented, and one part of me absolutely hated myself for allowing myself to end up in this position. Another part was turned on beyond belief. I don’t know if it was the drugs or what, but my nipples and my cunt were absolutely on fire, as I continued to parade around the stage. I couldn’t even look out in the crowd; I just stared out into space.

Suddenly, as I wobbled across the stage trying to dance, I turned my ankle. I tried desperately to keep my balance, but it was to no avail. I flailed around, and fell face forward onto the stage. As I fell, both of my breasts flopped out of the top of my shirt. As I heard the catcalls from the crowd, tears began to flow freely from my eyes.

“That’s it. I give up,” I thought to myself, not even bothering to try and get up. I rolled over onto my back and just lay there, sobbing. I guess the crowd was getting a good look at me with a short skirt, and no panties, and boobs flopping out bursa sınırsız escort of my top. The jeers turned to cheers, and suddenly I could see that some of them were actually throwing money to me.

As I lay there staring at the ceiling, I began to relax a little, just trying to forget where I really was. I heard a voice from the crowd, “Spread those legs.” I spread my legs wide apart, and felt my skirt ride up my waist. The crowd cheered loudly as they saw my naked wet cunt and swollen clit. As sick as it was, the cheering actually made me feel good.

“Rub those nipples,” was the next command. I began rubbing and messaging my hard nips, I was a robot unable to resist. The instant, I touched my nipples and electric jolt ran through my body directly to my clit.

This time without prodding from the crowd, my right hand traveled down to my clit, and I began rubbing it in earnest. My god it was swollen, it had never felt this large. The crowd obviously loved this, and I was vaguely aware of cheering as well as the sound of money hitting the stage all around me. But truthfully by this point, I was lost in my own little world.

As turned on as I was, and as much as I wanted; no make that needed to cum, I just couldn’t seem to. I don’t know if it was the cocaine or what, but I just kept furiously rubbing my clit harder and faster. I lay on the stage arching my back moaning and rubbing myself, like a complete slut, trying to cum. Suddenly, I felt something cold hit my shoulder.

I turned to look; apparently someone had rolled an empty Corona beer bottle onto the stage. What I did next horrifies me to this day when I think about it. I just need to cum that bad. I took the empty bottle and slid it deeply into my wet cunt.

At this point, I was completely in another world, not aware of a single thing besides my need to cum. With my left hand now pounding myself with the bottle, and my right hand strumming my clit, I finally felt the pressure beginning to build. My clit began to throb, and the bottle was hitting my g-spot perfectly.

Suddenly I erupted into the most intense orgasm of my life. I was vaguely aware that my juices were literally squirting from cunt. I continued to shake and moan for what seemed like hours, but in truth was probably a couple bursa üniversiteli escort of minutes. When my orgasm subsided, I slumped down on the ground briefly losing consciousness.

As I vaguely began to come back to Earth, I could once again hear the catcalls coming from the crowd. I propped myself up on my elbows, and the first thing I noticed was the beer bottle was still obscenely dangling from my cunt.

The next thought that crossed my mind was Princess. As sick as it was, I wanted to find her, to see her. In some obscene way, I wanted to know that she approved of my act. As, I looked around the stage, I finally spotted her, looking so sexy, with that same bitchy superior smile on her face. My heart swelled with pride.

But just as quickly my heart sank. In a single instant my worlds came colliding together. Sitting right next to Princess was Heather, the receptionist from my office, the one who was there when the barmaid from ‘Lace’ delivered the note from Princess.

As I lay there, suddenly feeling more naked than I had ever been in my life (well it was the truth). Princess got up and walked over to me giggling, “Your friend Heather and I had an interesting conversation. Gather up your stuff, don’t forget my money, and meet us at that table in the back.”

Mixed with extreme fear and shame, as the harsh reality of the situation crossed my mind, I began to get myself together and gather the money that was thrown onto the stage. A million questions danced through my head, but I didn’t dare answer any of them.

Not even bothering to put my breasts inside my shirt, and doing my best to ignore the obscene comments from the crowd. I slowly made my way over to the table where Princess and Heather sat.

They looked like 2 co-conspirators, I shivered at the thought. As I approached an empty seat at the table, Princess snapped her fingers and just pointed at the floor. I knew what she wanted, and I knew it was pointless for me to argue. I just kneeled on the floor between Princess and Heather.

Heather looked at me with a look mixed with superiority and contempt and stated flatly, “I guess Princess was right, this certainly was a show worth seeing. You see, I was just consumed with curiosity the bursa anal yapan escort other day when that red-headed girl came and delivered that note to you. I could tell there was something highly unusual going on. And yes I admit, I thought it might give me a chance to get back at you. You walk around the office like you’re the queen, and treating everyone else like shit.”

“But anyway, to continue,” Heather said. “I just had to find out what was going on, so I followed the red-headed girl. I was quite surprised when she pulled up to a place like this. I followed her inside and asked what the story was. That’s when she introduced me to your friend Princess.”

“Princess told me to show up around midnight on Friday, that the show would be worth my while. God was she right; I never knew you were such a slut. But the best part is, Princess and I had such a good conversation, we’re actually becoming good friends. It may even lead to more than that,” she said winking at Princess. “And Princess has kindly agreed to let me have you during the week. At work you’ll be my property.”

I began to open my mouth in protest, but Heather quickly shushed me, “Shut up, you know you can’t do anything about it, and besides from the look of your little act tonight, I can tell that you love it. So let me tell you how things are going to work from now on.”

“You’re going to go into work on Monday, and explain to our boss, that the pressure of your job is getting to be too much for you. Explain to him, that you and I have decided to switch jobs, and paychecks of course. Tell him that you’re willing to work as many extra hours as necessary for free to train me. Of course, you’ll be my bitch in the office; you’ll do what ever I say whenever I say it.”

Princess chimed in at this point, “Yes Cheryl, in addition to everything else, I taped your little act tonight. You think you’ll keep your family and your job after they see that? One more thing, you’re mine on the weekend. I found out you can be an excellent earner. Do you know that you brought in almost 1,000 bucks from that little show? Between that, and all of the ‘side jobs’ I can find you, I’ll really be able to cut back my hours in this dump. But don’t worry Cheryl, it won’t be all work, every now and then, we’ll let you have a taste of our sweet pussies, when you’re a good girl.”

Kneeling there, listening to this shocking lecture, I was even more shocked to discover, that I had begun to rub myself as Princess and Heather were talking. I knew my life would now change forever, and my final thought before I once again burst into an orgasm was, that it was changing for the better.

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