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As summer approached both Lisa and I would be graduating from high school. I would truly love to fuck her but her fear of her parents finding her on birth control and my fear of a broken condom prevent us from going that far.

One weekend we were scheduled for a date so I went to her house to pick her up. Her parents lived in a bi-level house where when you walked in the front door you had to either go up steps or down. As I approached the door it swung open but there was no person. Entering onto the small landing the door swung closed and there was Lisa bare ass naked from head to toe. I asked her, “What would have happened if someone was with me?”

Lisa replied, “I guess they would have gotten a real good show.”

We start to kiss and embrace and she pushes me backwards to where I have to sit down on the steps leading upstairs. Once I sit down she straddles me and sits on my lap with her pussy spread. I continue to kiss her but one hand found its way to one of her tits and the other to her pussy. She must have been plying with herself before hand because her pussy was totally soaked.

I broke of a kiss and asked, “What about your parents?”

Lisa smiled and replied, “They went away for the weekend with my little sister. We have the whole house to ourselves.”

I said to her, “If that’s the case and we don’t have to post a look out of the upstairs bay window how about we gone downstairs to the family room?”

“That’s fine with me,” she said and down stairs we went.

A lot of the downstairs was below grade so there were no windows. There was however a sliding glass door with a curtain over it. The glass door led out to the back yard. In the backyard there was a swing set and behind that a 6′ tall basket weave fence. On the other side of the fence was a neighbor whose house faced Lisa’s.

She insisted that I go into the downstairs powder room to get undressed while she took up a seat on the couch. I went to close the door to the powder room and she yelled out, “Hey! I want to watch.”

“If that is the case then you had better give me a sexier view than what I can see,” I replied.

With that I left the door open while she drew her feet back toward her body and spread her knees as far apart as she could. Her pussy hair was wet and parted to either side of her slit. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen and her clit more erect than I had ever seen it. Since we had already played around on the steps I was pretty hard but as I removed the last of my clothing I went rock hard.

I emerged from the powder room with my cock swinging back and forth. Lisa dropped her legs down and laid flat on her back the length of the couch.

Climbing on top of her I made sure my cock was in direct contact with her pussy but not in her pussy. As we laid there kissing and groping each others bodies I asked Lisa if we could drag this out all day? She said that there was no reason not to.

I suggested that if either one of us felt close to an orgasm, we take a break for maybe 15 or 20 minutes and then start up again knowing that eventually one of us would explode. Lisa agreed knowing her parents were far away and we had all day to experience the pleasure.

We lasted for about 20 minutes and I started to feel like I was getting close to an orgasm. Before we took our break I asked Lisa to rub the head of my cock back and forth over her clit. She did this for a couple of minutes then declared, “Break time!!” I guess we were both overheating.

Lisa went upstairs and got us a couple of sodas. I turned on the television and when she returned we both sat there naked watching television.

When things had cooled down I suggested that we open the drape to the sliding glass door. Suggesting that we could both go outside completely naked and fondle each other, I was hoping Lisa had reached that “I don’t care who sees me” point of arousal. Unfortunately she had not and it took some convincing to get her to allow me to open the drape half way and she was emphatic that neither one of us go outside.

As I walked to the glass door she yelled, “I said no!” Stopping right in front of the door I turned sideways so she could see the profile of my body. I then proceeded to jerk off. Lisa almost immediately started to play with her tits and fondle her pussy. Her public hair was pushed to either side of her pussy lips and even from across the room I could see all of vaginal parts. I jerked off until I knew I had to stop and returned to the couch.

I asked Lisa if she would be willing to get down on the floor on all fours. With out porno izle asking why she quickly moved into position. Getting down on the floor with her, I sat up while sliding my legs between her hands and legs. This gave me access to her dangling tits and pussy by reaching over her beautiful ass. My left hand grabbed and played with her tits but my right hand couldn’t find the mark. I asked her to spread her knees some more and she complied. I found her love tunnel with my fingers and proceeded to push 3 fingers into her cunt. Her first reaction was to pull away from my fingers but then started to push back at them. At the same time I could feel my cock was able to come in contact with her tits. She reached under her chest with one hand while the other supported her weight. Grabbing my cock she continued rubbing her tits across the head of my dick while rocking back and forth on my fingers that were shoved up her cunt. After a few minutes Lisa said that she needed a break as I could tell the sexual tension was building in her body.

As I pulled my legs out from under her I assumed the doggy position. My cock was pointing almost straight down and I asked her to milk my cock like she was milking a cow. She straightened my cock so it was perpendicular to the floor and started to pull. Her movements changed from an up and down to a twisting motion on the head of my cock. The sensation was phenomenal. This lasted for a bit and then she moved directly behind me and pulled my cock backwards through my legs as far as it would go. Alternating between a jerking motion and twisting and sometimes in combination I almost hit the point of no return and I told her she had to stop.

She laughed and said, “That’s good because I have to pee and I could use something to drink.” She stood up and walked to the powder room and I watched her ass checks jiggle until she reached for the door in order to close it. When she started to close the door I yelled, “Hey! I want to watch.”

Lisa turned and said, “You don’t want to watch me pee.”

I said, “If you remember I already watched you pee that day in the woods.”

“I guess your right” she replied as she left the door alone and began to squat on the toilet.

“I have an idea Lisa. How about if I pee between your legs while you are peeing? Maybe that way it will be less embarrassing although after today I don’t know how you or I could be embarrassed much by each other.”

Lisa thought for a second and said, “Let’s give it a try.”

She spread her legs as far as she could while sitting on the seat. Because my cock was just starting to soften but had not gone flaccid yet, I had to lean across her body using the vanity to prop myself up on an angle that allowed my pee to flow and my dick to come close to her pussy. It became obvious that if this was going to happen Lisa had to be the one to aim my cock which didn’t help me soften. “Once you start then I will start” she said. Par for the course, the first stream started and hit her on the inside of her thigh and I shut it down as quickly as possible. Lisa exclaimed, “Aiming this thing is not as easy as it looks.” I replied, “Tell me about it. Let me know when you are ready”

She repositioned my cock and told me to start. I looked between my arms to see where I was shooting. This time her aim was right on and my stream was going right between her legs and into the toilet water. She adjusted my pee stream to hit her right in her vagina. I had finished but continued to hear her pee into the bowl. Once she stopped, Lisa grabbed a wash cloth and proceeded to wash up between her legs and also my dick. Having full run of the house we both went upstairs to get the drinks and a snack and then returned to the basement to watch more TV and cool off.

Once we were ready to start again I asked her if we could do a 69 position. She agreed and I laid flat on my back the full length of the couch. With one foot on the floor Lisa proceeded to straddle my head. The sight and fragrance of her open pussy as it hovered over my face brought me to an immediate erection. She started to bring her second leg up onto the couch and I maneuvered her hips so I would be able to run my tongue from her clit to her hole without either on of us having to change position. Lisa lowered her pussy onto my face and I could feel her tits against my stomach, she laid her head on my upper thigh close to my cock. I ran my tongue from her clit to her hole and she moaned with pleasure. I could feel my cock being gobbled up with her mouth followed by some up and down motion.

Having porno türk spent the whole afternoon playing, enjoying, exploring, exciting and stimulating each other we both knew it would not be long before someone erupted like a volcano. With that in mind I asked her to sit up for just a second. I wriggled out from between her legs, stood up and walked to the sliding glass door. I opened the drape completely so that if anyone walked through the back yard or looked through the fence they were going to get a great show. Lisa did not say a word as I walked back to the couch and scooted back between her legs. She lay back on top of me and we picked up where we had left off but now in full view of anyone that wanted to watch. Lisa’s “I don’t care who watches” switch was now turned fully own.

We tried to extend our sex time but the breaks got longer and our oral contact with each others genitals got shorter. Lisa would ask me to stop and I would put my tongue away and just gaze at the awesome view I had of her sex while savoring her juices and taking in the aroma of her pussy. If I asked for a break, she would remove my cock from her mouth and just caress my swollen balls until I told her it was okay to start again. Suddenly, while we were both fully engaged orally, Lisa yells, “Don’t stop!” I increased the speed of my tongue movements over every part of her vagina and up into her hole. My cock was out of her mouth as her body tensed and she exclaimed, “Oh my god!” Her body shuddered and released a small amount of pussy juice into my mouth. As she started to recover from her orgasm she quickly grabbed my cock and returned it to her mouth. I told her to take it out and just lay there and rest. I wanted her to enjoy the after glow of her orgasm.

A few minutes later she started to move. Telling me how great her orgasm was she asked what she could do for me. I told her that what I wanted was for her to rub the head of my cock through the folds of her vagina and back and forth across her clit. I explained that I was very close to an orgasm but I would give her enough warning to move my cock away from her hole but that I wanted to dump my load on her pubic hair.

With that we both got up so she could lie on her back on the couch. I crawled between her legs as I looked at her beautiful pussy. Propping myself up on my arms she took hold of my cock and started rubbing the head of my dick through the folds of her vagina. Watching the head disappear and then reappear in her lips and then passing back and for over her clit was almost more than I could stand but at the same time I didn’t want this to end. Finally as she was rubbing me close to her hole I told her it was time. She started moving my cock up her slit but as it was passing her clit my first stream of sperm left my body. As soon as she felt that warm wetness on her clit she immediately started to jerk me off onto her public hair. The pent up sex of the whole day was now spewing all over her hairy mound. As I finished cumming I looked at her pussy and there was hardly a pussy hair area not covered with my sperm. Both of us now being fully satisfied, we started to get up.

Lisa stood up and gravity started to take over and my cum started to run back towards her clit. She hurried to the powder room to retrieve the wash cloth and proceeded to “mop up.” Lisa then said, “I’m hungry. Going upstairs to get dressed.” I made my way to the powder room where I cleaned up my cock with the wash rag and put my clothes back on. Once we were both dressed we decided to go to a local diner to get some dinner. After over four hours of sexual it play it left us both very hungry but it also left me with a hunger to put my cock in her pussy.

Over the next few months our sex was confined to very limited opportunities. We either had to take turns or only get partially naked. It was still great sex but not as good as our marathon had been. Needless to say over the next few months I mentioned to Lisa, on more than one occasion, about trying full intercourse. Her response was always the same, NO! I finally wore her down one night and she said, “OK we will do it but I have some rules. First, you have to wear a condom. Next only the head of your dick goes into my pussy and not the whole thing. You have to pull out if you feel like you are going to cum. Last, if you do cum with your dick in me, even though you are in a condom you have to pull out right away. Understood?”

For the chance to even sink only part of my dick into her beautiful pussy I would agree to anything and said “Yes”. The next Türkçe altyazılı porno questions were where and when? She conceded that the best place would be at her house while her parents took a day trip. Unfortunately nothing was planned so we waited.

One Wednesday evening I got a call from Lisa. She said, “This Saturday at my house by 12 noon and bring a condom.” I was going to get my wish. The time just dragged on until Saturday finally arrived. I showered, shaved and drove to her house. Once again as I approached the front door it opened. As I entered and the door closed Lisa stood there in all her naked glory. She looked nervous. Her nipples were erect and her clit had found its way past her pussy lips and public hair and gave away that she was also excited. I moved her back to the stairs and had her lay down. We embraced and kissed as I reached to fondle the erect nipples on her tits.

Lisa broke off the embrace and started to stand up. She turned around and started up the stairs while I grabbed at her ass as it jiggled while she walked. When we reached the top of the stairs she turned right and down the hallway to her bedroom. I sat on the bed in order to get undressed and sternly she said, “Not on the bed.” Lisa went to the closet and pulled out a blanket and spread it out on the floor next to her bed. Getting down on the blanket she laid on her back, pulling her knees up and putting all her goodies on display. Standing there I started to take off my clothes as she laid there and took pleasure in watching me undress. Once naked I got down on the blanket, laid on my left side facing her. Lisa dropped her knees and turned toward me so we were face to face. I made sure that my now firm cock got placed in the nest of her pubic hairs and I slipped my left arm under her body. This allowed me to use each hand to massage the globes of her ass. Occasionally I would run one of my fingers down the crack of her ass so it could find its way into her vagina.

I asked Lisa if she would just sit on my face and allow me to eat her pussy for a while. Without saying a word she got to her knees and straddled one leg over my head as she faced my feet. The view was incredible as she lowered her groin onto my face. Pubic hair, ass hole, clitoris and vaginal lips were all headed in the direction of my mouth. The aroma of her cunt added to the hardness of my cock. I reached up a played with her tits as I sucked her clit into my mouth. It did not take long for her pussy juices to leak all over my face and into my mouth. She became more and more excited but I did not want her to orgasm. When I felt she was at the very edged I asked her if she was ready for my cock.

I didn’t have to ask twice. She dismounted me and went flat on her back. Since I was limited to just the head of my dick in her pussy there was no reason to get creative in positions. She spread her legs and admonished, “Remember, just the head.” I tore open the wrapper and put the condom on my cock. My penis was in her slit as I moved it around to find her hole. When I found my target I started to press inward when she stopped me and said, “That is far enough.” It felt like every nerve in my body was now in the tip of my cock and I could not tell how far in I was. I looked down to find that the head was only buried in the folds of her lips but still on the outside of her tunnel. I replied, “I’m not even in yet.”

Lisa said, “OK then a little farther.”

I pushed again and saw the head of my cock disappear into her cunt completely and she moaned.

“That is far enough,” she said.

I responded, “Just a little more so I can move in an out without falling out of your pussy.”

When I received no response I pushed in just a little more and stopped. It felt so good!!

I laid there with my dick in her cunt for several minutes just enjoying this new sensation. I asked her how it felt and she said it was wonderful. Once I adjusted to the feeling I started to move in an out of her tunnel and that provided more new sensations. My senses were in overdrive with touch, sight, smell and even sound. I could hear the slurping of pussy juice coming from her cunt as I moved in an out. Then without any warning, sperm started flowing out the end of my cock and into the condom. It did not come in the typical spurts but a flow like someone turned a faucet on inside my cock. The flood of sperm filled the condom so quickly and completely, when I pulled out it felt like someone tied a water balloon to the end of my dick.

Although I kept my promise of pulling out immediately Lisa was concerned why I gave no warning. When she saw the amount of white seed in the condom she became concerned it had broken but that was not the case. I knew that was going to be the only time we would fuck…for now.

I asked her to climb back on my face so I could once again give her oral sex and help her to the climax she deserved.

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As I opened my eyes and inhaled deeply the first thing I realised was that I was completely naked. My hands were bound by some soft velvety material to the bedposts. I smiled. Even as he made it impossible for me to move he made sure I was comfortable. Under me were black sheets made of silky satin. Just the feel of them made me moist between my legs. I tried to rub my thighs together, but couldn’t. He’d bound my feet to the end bed posts. I let out a small chuckle and I leaned my head back and moaned his name, “Oh Anthony…What are you up to?”

“You know perfectly well what I’m up to, doll.” I raised my head up and looked around for him. The room was in semidarkness lit only by one candle on the night stand.

“Where are you babe?” I called out to him.

“Now, come on Rose, we talked about this…” His voice seemed to come from the alcove close to the window where I liked to sit on rainy days to read.

“Right. Right..I forgot, Anthony. Come out let me see you.” I said.

“No. I’m not ready for you just yet” I heard the flick of a lighter and saw his face illuminated briefly while he lit a mecidiyeköy escort bayan cigarette.

I smiled as I understood what he meant. I tried to hoist myself up to a half sitting position, leaning on my elbow as I smiled in the most mischievous way I know, “What did I do, Anthony? Why are you punishing me?”

A cloud of smoke poured out of the alcove, “You’ve been a bad girl, Rose. And bad girls always have to be punished. That’s the only way you’ll learn. You burnt my chicken. I asked you to do one thing and you botched it. What do you have to say for yourself?”

I pretended to hang my head in shame, “That’s only because I couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to do to me. I’m sorry Anthony, I couldn’t help it. I pictured you stripping me naked on the kitchen table and fucking me senseless. I got wet so quickly that I had to stop and attend to myself. I sat down at the kitchen table and put my legs up leaving my pussy spread hot and ready. I was so wet, babe. My clit was aching. I put a finger on either side of my clit and rubbed until I could barely bayrampaşa escort bayan take it. But it wasn’t the same. I closed my eyes and slipped two fingers inside and tried to picture you there beneath the table, fingering me.”

I heard the soft fap fap noises that he makes when he’s stroking that amazing cock and I continued, “I tried, Anthony, but my small fingers only went in so far. I rubbed and rubbed but I couldn’t cum…so you know what I did next?”

“What?” The question came to me in a half lethargic way, as if his mouth was hanging open at my words.

“I grabbed that big cucumber on the counter and fucked myself with complete abandon.” I paused to insert an appropriate shudder of pleasure,” I have been a bad girl, Anthony but not in the way you think. You won’t believe the mess I made. By the time I finished cleaning it up I realised the chicken was beyond saving.”

He stood up and walked towards me. As he came into the beam of light I saw that he did indeed have his mouth hanging open. He was stark naked too and that cock that I couldn’t stop escort bayan bahçelievler thinking about was completely hard and stood at attention. He shook his himself out of the reverie and walked over to the night stand lighting two more candles. Then two more on the dresser.

“You fucked yourself with a cucumber. While thinking about me.” He said it as though in disbelief. “You fucked yourself with a cucumber, Rose? At the kitchen table? God…what am I going to do with you?”

I giggled as he crept up on the bed and moved on top of me. He planted his knees on either side of me and leaned in to kiss me. He took hold of my head and buried his tongue down my throat. I was very conscious of his cock pressing into my stomach and it made me so wet, I knew there was going to be a puddle beneath me before long.

Then he let go of me. I rose up trying to meet his lips but he pulled away, teasing me and chuckling.”Patience, Rose.” He moved down and grabbed hold of my breast swirling his tongue around my nipple as he caressed and pinched the other one until it was hard enough to his satisfaction. Then he switched. He dragged his tongue back up, slightly nipping my neck on the way, to my mouth, filling it once again. He pulled me up close to him as far as the cords would let him.

Then he released me as suddenly as before. He moved up further on top of me and settled himself with his magnificent member centimetres from my face, “Say ‘ah’, doll.”

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– A Justy Visual

Lori pressed the down button for the elevator. It had been a horrible day. She was so glad to be going home. Being a summer intern wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. For hours, she ran around the office fetching coffee, making copies, and doing any other menial task.

The elevator doors slipped open and she walked into the empty car. She pressed the button for the parking deck and the doors started to slide shut.

“Wait! Hold the elevator!” a male voice shouted. He pushed his way through the double doors right before they closed. Lori groaned internally. Why him? she thought as she realized it was Justin. He had been at the offices all day working out a contract for one of the movies the company was making. He had been the most overbearing person Lori ever had the chance to work with. She was constantly running from the conference room to the vending machines to the corner deli to even making an appointment for him at a nearby hair salon for eight hours. She didn’t know if she could stand to be with him even for the short time it would take for the elevator to get to the lobby.

Justin turned to her, “Aren’t you that intern?”

“Yes,” she mumbled, trying to make it obvious she didn’t want to talk.

“How did you get a job here? I thought they hired more competent people,” he said.

Lori gritted her teeth and kept herself from telling him to fuck off and die, instead, she said, “I guess I’m not used to such demanding clientele.”

Justin smirked and turned back to face forward. What a jerk, Lori thought. If all of those fans could know what he’s really like, his popularity would go rock bottom in a second. Lori glanced at her watch to check the time when she heard the elevator groan.

“What the hell?” she said as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. She pushed Justin out of the way and started to press different buttons to get the elevator going again. It was useless. The elevator was stuck.

“Shit,” she said as she opened the door for the emergency phone.

“What did you do?” Justin said.

Lori turned to give him an annoyed look, “Yeah, blame it on me. I guess you’ve gotten used to that today.”

“Whatever,” Justin said and shrugged.

Lori slammed the phone back down. There was no answer. “Great! How do we get out of this?” she said, leaning back against the wall.

“Damn! And I’ve got this hot date tonight,” Justin mumbled.

Lori rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure Britney will pitch a fit if you’re late.”

“Shut up. I’m sick of people thinking we’re dating,” Justin porno konulu said.

“God, it sucks to be a celebrity. Beautiful women, limos, penthouse suites. Yeah, Justin, you’ve got it real hard,” Lori said sarcastically.

“Why are you such a bitch?” Justin said.

“I don’t know, maybe because you changed your lunch order three times after I had already gone to get it every time. Maybe because you called me ‘Hey, go-fer girl’ all day. Gee, Justin, I have no idea why I would be in a bad mood,” Lori said sliding down the wall to take a seat. Justin did the same and sat facing her.

“What is your name by the way?” he asked.

“Why should I bother telling you?” Lori said. “It’s Lori,” she said after a brief pause.

Justin stared up at the ceiling with a bored look. Figuring they wouldn’t be rescued anytime soon, Lori rummaged through her backpack, pulled out a book, and started to read.

“What are you reading?” he asked.

“A book. You know it has pages with words on it. It usually tells a story,” Lori said not looking up from the page she was reading. Justin snatched the book out of her hands and looked at the cover.

“A Man In Full,” he read aloud. He flipped through the pages. Lori didn’t fail to notice he lost her place.

“This book is like two thousand pages long,” Justin said handing it back to her.

“And no pictures. You’d have a tough time,” Lori said.

Lori found the page she had been on and resumed reading. Justin fidgeted the whole time. Finally, he grabbed her backpack.

“What else you got in here?” he said and started looking through it.

“None of your damn business! Give that back!” she said.

“Make me!” Justin said standing up and holding it over his head. Only being five feet five inches tall, Lori couldn’t reach the bag.

“You’re a dick, you know that? You wouldn’t want anyone to think you were mature for your age,” Lori said.

Justin dropped the bag to his side, “You’re quick with the insults. Too bad you weren’t quicker with my coffee.”

“Fuck you!” Lori shouted and grabbed for her bag. Justin kept playing keep away with it until Lori finally pushed him in frustration. Justin stumbled backwards, dropped the bag, and grabbed onto Lori for support. He fell back onto his butt, pulling Lori down with him. Lori soon found herself in a compromising situation as she lay on top of Justin.

“Dick,” she said and went to get up.

“No, I kinda like you there. Why don’t you wiggle around a little more?” Justin porno seyret said and grabbed her ass.

“You’re disgusting,” Lori said but didn’t get up.

“Well, you’re a bitch,” Justin said.

“We’ve established that. And you’re an asshole,” she said.

“Argh! You’re so damn mean! I just want to lay you across my knee and spank you!” Justin said.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you try,” Lori said and struggled to get up. Justin wrestled with her and she ended up losing. He had her face down on the floor and was lying on top of her.

“Now I got you where I want you,” Justin said.

“Oh you’re so tough beating up on a girl,” Lori said turning her head to look up at him.

“Who said anything about beating?” Justin said. Lori cringed as he brushed the hair off of the back of her neck. She felt Justin’s warm mouth start to suck softly on the skin below her hairline. Lori cursed her hormones as shivers ran up her spine.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“Just shut up for once and enjoy it,” he murmured. He moved forward to the back of her ear and licked at her earlobe. Lori let out a groan. Justin shifted and flipped her over on her back.

“What makes you think I want to do this?” Lori said.

“Because you would have stopped me by now,” he said. Justin covered her mouth with his and forced his tongue into her mouth. Lori couldn’t believe herself as she felt his tongue swirl around hers. He propped himself up to unbutton her suit coat and push it off of her.

“Too many damn clothes,” he murmured and started to unbutton her blouse.

“I’m not going to be the only one naked,” Lori said and pulled his soccer jersey off over his head. She ran her hands down the hard muscles of his back.

Lori let out a yelp when Justin roughly pushed one of the cups of her bra down and took her nipple between his teeth. He sucked on it hard and scraped his tongue along it. She let out a moan as she felt the heat rising between their bodies.

Unbuttoning his jeans, Lori slipped her hand into his boxers. She grabbed a hold of his penis and squeezed. He let out a gasp.

“Change your order now, why don’t you?” Lori said.

“Bite me,” Justin said with a grunt as she tugged on his stiff cock.

“Eat me,” she said.

“Glad to,” Justin said and pushed her skirt up. He nipped at the skin above her thigh high nylons before ripping down her panties and spreading her legs apart. He thrust his tongue into Lori, making her scream. She buried her fingers in his hair as he flicked his tongue Üvey Anne Porno against her. Her hips thrust forward despite herself. Justin took that as a sign and pushed his pants down to his knees.

Lori glared at him as he mounted her. “This better be good,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want,” Justin said as he rammed his cock into her. Lori winced at his intensity but she matched him with every stroke. She could tell he was close so she pushed him off of her and put him on his back.

“You can get your own damn coffee next time,” Lori said. She straddled Justin and lowered herself onto him. His size filled her to where she was afraid she might not be able to take all of him. She rode him slow and deep. Justin’s face was screwed up with the intense pleasure he was feeling.

Justin shook his head like he was saying no and sat up. “Get up,” he said.

“Why?” Lori asked.

“I’ll show you why,” Justin said as he stood up and picked her up off the floor. He grabbed Lori around the waist, lifted her up, and pinned her to the wall. She responded by wrapping her legs around his body and he pushed into her again. Lori moaned in pleasure as she felt her orgasm coming on. Justin’s whole body was pressed against her and she could scarcely breath. His thrusting became harder and harder until he came. She could feel his cock twitch and spasm inside her.

“That’s it?” she said, not satisfied yet, “I thought you were going to give me what I wanted. What a stud you are.”

“If that’s how you want it,” Justin said and laid her back down on the floor. He pushed her bra up to attack her fully exposed breasts. As he suckled on one nipple, he plunged his fingers inside her. He meticulously massaged her center as he moved up to rape her mouth with his tongue. He pushed his fingers as far as he could inside of her until she came screaming into his mouth. She felt drained, as she lay panting on the floor.

Justin sat up and put his jersey back on, “Well now we know you’re good at something.”

“Well let’s just say you fuck better than you sing,” Lori said readjusting her bra.

Justin pulled his pants back up and they both sat there not saying anything. Lori raised her head to look up at him. He looked back at her with a glare.

“Jerk,” she said.

“Bitch,” he replied and tackled her again. Their arousal was so intensely re-ignited for the second time that neither noticed the elevator start to move. Justin had pushed her skirt back up to lick again at her center. Lori let her head fall back against the elevator door as she felt his tongue slide into her.

A bell chimed and the elevator doors slid open. Someone outside in the lobby gasped. Justin looked up.

“Hey Britney, sorry I’m late, I’ll be back down in a minute,” Justin said as he reached up, pushed the “Close Door” button, and returned to his business.

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I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some ice cream. I ran in, thinking that it would only be a minute. Paying no attention to the fellow shoppers, I started over to the frozen section. I noticed a guy looking at me. I smiled at the thought of someone eyeing me, but thought nothing of it. When the guy in front of me turned around to sniff me; I felt that something was off. Discreetly trying to see if my deodorant had stopped working, I walked around him.

Moving through the frozen foods section, another guy winked at me. That had me checking my reflection in the freezer glass. Everything was fine. My hair was in place, and my makeup was doing its magic

Puzzled, I walked over to the ice cream section. I was reaching for the pint of double chocolate chip that was hiding from me when I felt a touch on my arm. I looked into a set of the most wonderful dark blue eyes and dark hair. His tight, faded jeans and sports jersey covered a lean build. He was a lot taller than me and naughty thoughts about size differences flew through my head. Stifling a giggle, I moved over a half step.

Leaning slightly toward me, he said in a low voice, “Hello, I am going to fuck you.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, thinking I must have heard him wrong. Surely he didn’t say THAT, did he?

“You’ve got it.”

His finger moved to touch my bottom lip. I could feel my nipples instantly harden and moisture begin just from that touch. It had been so long since I had made love, being single and working long hours didn’t help either. I wanted him right then so bad that I could taste it. A stranger, crazy, or weirdo he may be, but I wanted him.

“Got what?” Thoughts of flinging him to the floor of the store float through my head.

“It’s the scent. A man can tell when a woman needs to be fucked. I have never smelled any stronger than yours. I know I can help you. Are you willing to let me?”

His finger, finished with my lip, slipped into my mouth. I sucked lightly on it, surprising myself.

I nodded my head in answer. This man could have asked me to lie down right there and I would have. A scent? My scent? I never knew there was such a thing. Not sure that this wasn’t just a pick up line, I dismissed that thought. Who cared really?

He took my hand and led me from the store.

Heads turned, as we passed other guys. I could see that they were staring at me. Could what he said be true? Leading me to the car, my thoughts raced through my head. Could I really fuck a stranger?

“Wait,” şişli escort bayan I said, as he opened the door, “maybe this isn’t a great idea…”

Without a word he pushed me in and shut the door. He moved rapidly around to the driver’s side and got in. Putting in the keys and starting the engine, he turned to me, “You are mine to fuck. Know it and accept it.”

Just those words and my legs trembled. Was I going to be his Fuck? I certainly hoped so. He reached over and raised my shirt just enough to reach my breast. My stomach clenched with the bolt of heat that came from his touch. I could feel my panties become wet instantly. Squeezing my legs together, I tried not to let what was happening show. He turned to look at me. He knew what was happening to me.

He pinched my nipple and smiled. I couldn’t hold back a moan.

“We are close to my house.” His fingers kept up their pressure. “I ‘m going to fuck you jelly legged, babe.”

I wanted that to be true. I lifted his hand and placed his finger to my mouth. Using my tongue, I licked the end and sucked it slowly into my mouth. He jumped slightly, and we swerved on the road. Thinking of nothing but the feelings flowing through me, I could have cared not if we had wrecked. I was beyond reason. My teeth nipped his finger as I slowly removed it from my mouth.

I leaned over toward the driver’s side. The console was pressing into my stomach as I ran my hands up his arm and down his chest. His muscles were hard under my hand. I could feel his breathing quicken. Placing my lips near his ear, I used my tongue to flick the bottom of his lobe and whispered softly, “You sure you can handle it?”

“Damn straight,” he said as he turned quickly into a driveway. Slamming the car into park and leaping out, he had my door open before I had even made it back to my seat.

He grabbed my hand, saying not a word as we headed for the door. He shoved me inside and slammed the door. His hands cupped the back of my neck as he kissed me, his tongue seeking mine. My hands moved up his back, lifted his shirt and lightly scraped his back with my nails.

Jerking his mouth away, he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off. My lacy bra strained against swollen breasts. He pulled me to him to kiss and lick my neck. The heat of his tongue had me tilting my head so he could do more. Kissing his way to my breasts, he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

My nipples were rock hard with excitement, bağcılar escort bayan poking through my bra. His lips sucked one little pebble into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. Soft kisses eased the sting. He flicked the clasp open with his fingers. Without moving his mouth from my nipple, he slid the bra off. He molded my tits in his hands as he alternated between nipples with his mouth.

Moaning loudly, I cupped his head in my hands and held him where he was. I could feel myself getting wetter, soaking my panties. Stepping back, he pushed my pants down, then hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties. He pushed them both off and helped me step out of them as I kicked off my shoes.

Grabbing his shirt to remove it, his hands covered mine. Together we ripped it over his head and threw it to the floor. Kissing my way down his chest, I stopped to suck gently on his nipples. I could feel him jump as I moved down to cup the bulge that was straining there. I unbuttoned his fly, freeing him. His cock moved in the air as I did.. He had worn nothing under those tight jeans.

He kicked off his shoes and jeans in one swoop. I dropped to my knees to lick the pre cum that was slowly coming out. My tongue swirled over the head. My hands stroked him, moving to cup his sac as I took him in my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head, he started to move, fucking my face, not crudely, but slowly, making growling sounds as he moved.

He left my mouth, pulling me up until I leaned against the wall. Making his way down my body, licking and kissing my stomach and thighs as he did. He moved his hands everywhere, stroking and spreading my ass, opening me wide. His mouth moved to my clit, his tongue stroking and attacking me. My legs lost all strength as he held me up in his warm hands. I was unable to control myself. I pushed against his mouth. The sensations bombarded me as raw nerves reacted to every touch. I couldn’t help the protest that erupted from my mouth when he stopped and stood up, leaving me hanging.

Grabbing my hand, he led me into his bedroom. I only had time to see a huge bed before he picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He laid me on the bed and covered me with his hard body. His lips met mine, and I could taste myself as his tongue once again dueled mine. As we kissed, I rubbed my hands over his back and down to clutch his ass, trying to pull him inside me. I needed him NOW!

Thank whomever you like. His dick acted like it escort bayan zeytinburnu had a mind of its own. It slipped inside me, stretching me. Grabbing my hips he started to move. I dug my feet into the bed. I needed the support and balance to move in tandem with him. Those glorious feelings were returning. With every stroke he made, it pushed me closer to my edge. With a loud grunt he pulled out of me and stood up. I couldn’t believe that he stopped. I lay there for a moment, my whole body throbbing with want.

He pulled me off the bed and turned me around. Getting the message, I climbed back on the bed and onto my knees, offering myself to him. Rubbing the head of his dick on my clit for a moment, he then pushed deep into me, making me wince. There was a touch of pain. This was deeper than he had been in before. He stopped for a moment, letting me get used to it. Rubbing my ass, kneading it, he finally stroked slowly. Soft thrusts as his hands held my hips.

Unable to stop myself, I pushed back, wanting the movements. He started thrusting harder, making my breasts swing from the force. Leaning down on one arm, I let my breasts rub again the fabric of the bed, the friction adding to my pleasure. I used one hand to play with my clit as his thrusting became even harder. I rubbed furiously in time with him as he started to groan.

Seeing me touch myself, he whispered, “Oh yea, play with it baby.”

Like I needed any encouragement. I was close…so close. He suddenly gripped me hard enough to bruise and moved so fast he was almost a blur. Knowing the end was near, I rubbed even harder wanting to cum, needing to, and exploded. Unable to stop myself, and uncaring if anyone heard, I screamed; “Oh God…Oh God…”

Leaning down, he nipped the back of my neck. “No, not him, its all me,” he growled.

Moaning, and uttering words that were incoherent, he pushed deeply into me, holding me close as his own orgasm began. I could feel his dick jump as he shot into me. As soon as his hold relaxed and he pulled back, I collapsed face down on the bed.

The bed shifted as he crawled up beside me. Turning my head, I saw he looked as worn out as I felt. I gave him a sly grin, “That was the best pick up line I ever heard.”

“I had hoped it would work. It seemed the right thing to say.”

“You caught me in the right mood. But now, you have to take me back. I still have shopping to do.”

When I return to the store, no one noticed me and all seemed normal again. Wanting to make sure that I wasn’t too mussed, I looked into the reflection in the freezer door again. Looking closer, I could see that my shirt had writing on it.

“If you can smell my scent, I’m ready.”

Laughing to myself, I finally got what had happened. Scent indeed, I thought as I grabbed my ice cream and left.

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I’m laying in bed feeling your soft legs next to mine as you run them up and down me, the laptop resting between us as we find something naughty to watch. As the film plays I feel your breath quicken and become more shallow as the sounds of lovemaking fill the room.

A short time ago we were in the bath together. Feeling the hot water around us and looking at the candlelight dance across your naked body. We sat close together washing and caressing each other, playfully brushing against our sensitive spots almost teasing each other.

You whispered that you wanted to go to the bedroom and started to get out of the bath. As i stood up you grabbed my hips and pulled me towards you brushing your lips the tongue across my cock. It stood to attention and i moaned as you took me in your mouth and looked me in the eye.

‘Let’s go to the bedroom and watch something’ you whispered.

And now I’m here with you.

I can see your hand porno brushing over your breasts naked under the sheet and then slowly move down between your legs. You let out soft moans as the pace quickens and I feel your warm breath on my chest as you kiss me. Slowly your other hand traces its way down my chest, over my stomach and rests between my legs.

You trace your fingers around the base of me feeling the hair before gripping my cock eagerly and gasping. You feel my hardness in your hands and run your fingers up and down and use my precum to wet the head. Your playful, smiling and feeling bold.

As the pace of the film quickens again you quicken your pace and I cup your breast in my hand. I run it over your soft skin and feel your hard nipple between my fingers as I tease. You moan and raise yourself off the bed moving to your hand as I make my way over your soft stomach and feel the warmness between your legs. Aile İçi Porno

You take you hand that you have been using to tease yourself with and run it in front of my face letting me breath in your scent as I feel the heat coming off your pussy. I cup your mound and rub it then slowly run by fingers between your soft lips and feel the slickness and heat of your inviting pussy.

As the woman moans on the screen you moan in delight as I use your wet pussy to slick by finger and trace my way to your clit. I tease it and play with it as you arch your back quickening your pace on my hard cock. Faster and faster as you grind against my hand then suddenly climax as I hold your pussy.

You catch your breath as I make my way between your legs and devour the sweet delights of your soaking pussy with my tongue. I lick tease and play with you as you moan and watch the film. I make my amatör sikiş way up to you and kiss you deeply letting you taste yourself on my lips

“I want you to fuck me hard” you moan at me.

I pull close into you and bury my hard, aching cock into your warm wet pussy as you groan and thrust deep, hard and fast. You place your legs up as I brace myself wanting to feel you wrapped around me as i run my cock in and out of you.

Your legs are soft and embrace me, pulling me in closer and closer wanting more of me. More of you never feels enough as I pin your arms down and hold myself deep inside of you and kiss you deeply before we turn over and you climb on top of me. I see your full breasts move with each thrust as your nipples harden from pleasure and the cold air.

I kiss you deeply and eagerly as I firmly grab your behind and thrust you on me wanting to be even deeper inside of you as I climax. I grab your hips and thrust as I cry out in ecstasy feeling my cock throb loads of cum deep inside your wet pussy and lay spent on the bed.

I roll over and bury my face deep in your breasts and breath in the scent of our lovemaking. I kiss you deeply and we whisper how much we love each other.

Thank you for last night.

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Debbie had spent the whole day pampering herself. After waking up late, she lazily shopped the stiles at the mall, choosing a tight top that showed off her ample cleavage and a new skirt that slid over her shapely ass. Expensive new 4 inch peep-toe heels completed the look. A 3 o’clock appointment at Clipz, her favorite salon, would make sure her hair and nails were perfect. She felt good, about as good as she knew she looked.

She hurried home to get dinner on the table for Tom. Tom would be home by 6, and he didn’t like to wait long to eat. She made sure not to splatter any of the spaghetti sauce, and was just plating the parmagian when she heard his truck pull into the drive. With one last quick look in the mirror, she went to the door to greet him.

Debbie opened the door for him, and took his coat. She pecked him lightly on the cheek. “Hi honey! How was your day?”

“Don’t even ask. What’s for dinner?” He grumbled, without really noticing her, heading for the table.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. She followed behind him, the click click click of her heels beating a staccato in the hall.

Tom sat in his seat, eyes down, thumbing through the mail. Debbie made small talk at him, while she busied herself with the meal. Setting the steaming plate in front of him, careful to avoid the bills, Tom finally moved his eyes up. His gaze traveled the path from the nails, to her perfumed wrist, jumping to her small waist, to the swing of her large breasts. He looked at her red lips, and bold make-up, well styled hair- and his eyes were hard. She met his icy stare and swallowed.

“Going out?” He snarled.

Trying to keep her voice light, Debbie replied, “No, I just had a bit of a me-day. I thought you’d like it? I had my hair done at Clipz, you know how much I like the stylist there, and the top I found at…”

“I don’t care where you fucking found it, how the hell did you pay for it bitch!” he snapped, cutting her nervous ramble off.

Debbie blinked a few times and hung her head. After a tense minute, Tom slapped his palm on the table, making the plates and Debbie jump. “Answer me!” he shouted.

Quietly, more at the table than Tom, Debbie whispered, “I used the credit card.”

“Oh that’s just fucking great Deb. Fucking GREAT! You see these?” He yelled, shaking the bills at her. “Do you see these, you stupid bitch?! These are called bills. I work all fucking day, busting my ass, so I can come home to a wife who can’t even fucking cook- all dolled up like a fucking whore. If you spent half the time on my dinner as you did your fat ass, I might have a decent meal for a change!” At this Tom swept his arm across the table, and food and plates crashed to the floor.

“Tom, I, I, I’m sorry, I can take them back, let me go take them off, I’ll take them back, they weren’t that much, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” Debbie stammered, as Tom pushed out of his seat and advanced on her.

“Damn right you weren’t fucking thinking- you couldn’t, you only got half a brain.” He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. Tears glistened in her eyes. His hand swiftly moved into her hair and yanked at the back of her head. “How you gonna take this back huh? You paid the damn salon for this bullshit.”

Debbie swallowed and blinked, not sure what to say. She escort çapa tried to shake her head but Tom’s grip was too tight. He brought his mouth close to hers, and she felt the spit angrily fly from his mouth.

“You can’t can you, stupid bitch? Didn’t think of that, did you? Fucking whore. My wife is a fucking WHORE! Well you know what? I gotta pay for this goddamn shit, I’m gonna get my money’s worth. You wanna dress like a fucking whore? I’ll treat you like a whore then.” Tom grabbed Debbie by the arm and yanked her towards him. His fingers bit painfully into the soft flesh. She started to cry real tears then, protesting, trying to pull from his tight grasp. He pushed her ahead of him down the hall, into the bathroom, and flung her towards the shower. The high heels made her slip, and she twisted to her knees. He slammed the door behind him, and turned towards her.

“Oh that’s right, see? You are a whore, you know what you gotta do.” Tom towered over her, and Debbie cowered at the sight of him. He grabbed her by the hair again and directed her face towards his zipper. “Suck it.” was all he ordered. Fingers trembling, she undid the zipper and his raging cock jutted out. He was hard as stone and more than ready. A few drops of pre-cum had left a wet circle on his boxers. Gingerly she wet the large head. He had such a fat cock. Decent length, but very thick. She hated sucking it because it stretched the corners of her mouth and hurt. He knew this, but obviously did not care tonight. She tongued slowly the length, trying to buy some time. But she had none.

“C’mon, bitch! I want that fucking cock deep in your throat.” Debbie took the head into her mouth. It was so large she almost gagged with it just resting on her tongue. Suddenly, Tom grabbed her hair with two clenching fists and forced his cock as far as he could. It hit the back of her throat and she gagged. He pumped into her again, and again, shouting at her to open up. She gagged violently and couldn’t catch her breath, her eyes streamed tears, and she choked repeatedly. She began to see stars, but just then Tom pulled his cock from her throat. He gripped her by her arms and pulled her to her feet.

“Not so nice to be a whore, is it?” Tom demanded. “You just wait, I’m just getting started with you.” Debbie moaned at the thought, and pleaded with Tom. She had only done this all to look nice for him!

Tom moved his hands to her tits and twisted. She cast her eyes down, so as not to look in his face as he began to slap each breast. He wasn’t hurting her enough though, he wanted more. He pulled the shirt roughly over her head, smearing her mascara as he did. She gasped when he looked down at the dark streak.

“Shouldn’t of fucking done that.” He growled. “You are so fucking stupid. Guess there’s no returning that now huh?” Debbie could only whimper in reply. He dropped the top and grabbed her bra-straps. In one quick yank, he had flipped the bra down onto her belly and the straps down her arms, pinning them to her sides. He grabbed at her D’s, thumb and forefinger plucking at the nipples. His mouth found one, and his teeth cruelly bit down. Debbie couldn’t help but yelp. Tom pulled off and slapped her tit instead. Hard stinging slaps, one after another onto each breast. When Debbie tried istanbul eskort to pull away from him, he used the bra to pull her close to him. Mouth at her ear, he stuffed one hand into her skirt and found her panty-less.

“FUCKING WHORE!” he bellowed, his anger renewed, as he stuffed two thick fingers deep into her pussy. “You couldn’t even put any panties on, you wanted every man to smell you. You just couldn’t wait to get fucked. Dirty whore. You like this don’t you? Don’t you!? See, you’re so wet already.” His fingers worked inside of her, slick with her wetness. But he was hard and fast and his palm crushing her clit hurt. A third finger was too tight, but he forced it in, and she cried out against his shoulder.

“I paid for my whore, I’m gonna get what’s coming to me.” His voice full of contempt. He pulled his fingers from her pussy suddenly and brought them up to her face. He wiped them under her nose and across her lips, as she tried to wriggle free. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and turned her towards the wall this time, over the toilet. He kicked her legs apart and drove his cock to the hilt in one thrust. She screamed in surprise and pain, the fat head of his cock distending her pussy too fast. She was wet, but not ready for all of him, all at once. He gripped her hips and slid all the way out slowly, only to ram his cock balls deep inside her again. He pushed against her, grabbing her tits, his cock thumping inside her, too big, too deep, too much. Debbie sobbed and hung her head, her palms flat against the wall.

“That’s right, take it all. You know you want this fat cock. Dirty whore, couldn’t wait for me to fill you up.” He began to pump into her fast now, using her hips to pull her back onto him, driving the length of his shaft as far as he could go, as deep as he could go with every thrust. He paused to smack her ass. He liked the way her tits swung when he did, so he smacked her again, and again. She yelled with each whack, trying to catch her breath, choking on her sobs. He spread her ass cheeks wide and watched as his cock slammed in and out of her.

“Oh that’s right, you little whore, you can take all of that fat fucking cock, no problem, can’t you? You like it. You want it. Bad. Tell me how bad you need it. I can tell, you’re getting wetter. Feel that sloppy girl-cum? See how easy it is for this thick dick to just slide right in? Fucking cunt.”

Debbie was wet now. She was also sore. His cock drilled a tattoo into the very center of her frame, her tits were pulled and twisted by his rough fingers. “Please” she whispered hoarsely.

“Please? Please! I’ll fucking please you alright. You know what would have pleased me? To not have a wife who would put me in the fucking poor-house! Please.” He thrust into her one last time, and pulled out, with a wet squelching noise. His cock bobbed before him, but he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to upright. Her legs were weak from the bent position, but he only shuffled her sideways to the sink.

“Look at yourself! Don’t think you look so fucking hot now do you?” her eyes were rimmed with smudged mascara, and black streaks ran down to her chin. She was puffy from all the crying and her lips were bruising from the face fucking. A thin whitish crust had formed to one side of her nose, escort fatih the cum he had wiped there drying.

“I want you to watch this,” he snarled at their reflection. He reached up to the shelf and pulled down a small jar. He took out a large gob and smeared it on the tip of his cock. “If I have to pay for a fucking whore, I’m gonna get the one thing I’m always denied.” realizing what he was about to do, Debbie struggled in earnest. He wrapped one arm tight around her, and used the other to guide his cock between her ass crack.

“Please, no, please, no, Tom, please” she pleaded. Debbie knew his cock was too thick, they had tried anal before, but it was way too painful. She just couldn’t get past that big head! She was scared he would break her.

Tom grinned an evil grin and moved the tip of his cock against her puckered asshole. With a shove, half the head pressed into her backdoor. Debbie screamed again, and tried to pull out of Tom’s grasp. He held her tighter and thrust up again, this time forcing his head into her bowels. Debbie’s mouth opened in a silent “o” it hurt too much even to scream. Her eyes popped wide and a few sharp intakes of breath were the only sound to be heard. Then Tom began to move his cock again. Short little pumps inched his cock into her, wrenching her ass wide, too wide, as Debbie’s open mouthed barks echoed in the small room. Every move tore her apart. Everything hurt. Tom grabbed her hips once he had the full length of his member inside her, ordering her to hold onto the sink. She tried to hold herself up, but the pain was so intense and he was so deep. He slid in and out of her, grunting as he did. Tom forced her eyes back up to the mirror.

“See, you can take my cock in your ass. Dirty whore, you love it. Feels so fucking good. What a lovely tight little virgin ass. All. Fucking. Mine.” Debbie just wished him to cum. She was wet with her juices, her ass sticky from the lube Tom had used. A trickle of blood seeped down her thigh. She panted and moaned, hoping he must be close. Every tiny in or out of his cock achingly stretched her ass wider still, and her clit throbbed in time with his thrusts. He seemed to guess how wet she must be, and reached under clumsily to her soaked pussy, fumbling the tips of three fat fingers inside of her. Incredibly tight with his cock filling her ass and his fingers wriggling into her pussy- Debbie knew she must be a gaping mess.

Finally, after what seemed forever, Tom’s fingers bit into her hips and jerked her ass against him. His cock buried in her ass he came, great throbbing spurts. He pulsed inside her ass and fell against her, mashing her against the sink. His cock shrank and slipped out of her aching ass, plopping a slop of cum onto the tile. He stepped away from her and used the hand towel to wipe his face and dry off his cock. Debbie sank to her knees at the sink, covering her face with her hands, too drained to cry any longer. Tom finished with the towel and chucked it at her head, sniggering, “Clean yourself up- you’re a mess.” Before he opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.

The next morning, Debbie examined her body in the mirror before her shower. Her lips were still puffy, and a shadow ran near the corner of her mouth. Finger shaped bruises marked her arms, and light purple welts splotched her breasts and ass. Her pussy was tender to the touch, and her ass was painful with each step. She couldn’t make a single move without a reminder of last night. Debbie grabbed her cell and dialed a number she knew by heart. But as soon as she heard “Good Morning, this is Clipz, how can I help you?” Debbie smiled.

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She had been looking forward all week to Friday evening. Like a child waiting for Christmas Day, it never seemed to arrive. They had all originally planned to go on the trip to the Coast to visit Grandma and Granddad. They went at this time every year; it was what they did. It was part of the family tradition.

But Kate couldn’t go this time. John and the kids would have to go without her. They couldn’t just not go; so Kate had to stay at home all alone. She hadn’t been alone for probably 13, 14 years, since her student days; she could hardly remember being on her own for more than an hour or so. She had to put a brave face on things for the children’s sake. It wasn’t her fault she had got behind with her studies. If Kate failed her tests, she could be thrown out of college. Everyone agreed she had no choice – stay home or give up the idea of teaching. Two whole days would be enough to catch up as long as she stayed at home and put in the hours.

She helped with the packing and made them a food pack for the journey; John kept fussing like a hen that they had forgotten this and had she checked that? He had never been in charge for so long and wanted to be the boss man. It was only three hours’ drive away but it seemed as if they were going to South America on an expedition. At last they were all in the car and driving away; kisses, waves and last good-byes.

“I’ll call as soon as I get there – be good.” said John.

Kate smiled and nodded; inside she laughed – she had no intention of being good!

* * * * *

They had left at about four. Kate gave it an hour before she made her calls.

First to Simon, “I am studying tonight and need some help with the English paper. Would it be ok if I popped around just for an hour at around six.”

“No problem, my girl-friend is coming around at seven. We could work until then and then go out for dinner together. Could your husband join us?”

“Sorry, he’ll have to look after the kids. Another night you must come over and meet him. He’s heard a lot about you!” she lied. “Thanks Simon, but I’ll need to be back by eight. Perhaps a drink instead of dinner. You’re a pal. I’ll see you at six.”

Second to the hotel to sort that side of things out. Good, she thought. Now what shall I wear?

* * * * *

Simon was only five minutes’ walk away, so she had time to get ready. First a glass of wine and then she undressed. It was a warm summer’s evening and she was alone. A few sips and she began to relax. She took off her trainers, socks, top, sweat-pants, bra and undid her hair. Naked apart from her very sensible white underwear, she went into the study and put her papers together. English was her second favourite subject; (her favourite was Englishmen, but more of that later).

It was good to feel the cool breeze on her body as she wandered bare-footed round the house. Usually so noisy without a minute to herself, Kate enjoyed the late afternoon light; she glimpsed a sight of herself in the long mirror. Curiously, she stood in front of it and saw herself full length; not bad at all she thought. Blonde hair, pretty face with that sensual hungry look that had always seemed to get her more than her share of admirers. Slim, shapely body (all that exercise wasn’t so bad a thing after all). And nice breasts; not a 16 year-old’s, all perky and in your face, but a real woman’s breasts, still firm and alluring, large but not too large. And the nipples standing to attention. Now she was getting in the mood. Pity about all that studying ahead.

The only thing out of joint was the underwear. She looked like a school-teacher! Slipping those down over her hips and thighs, Kate felt the freedom of being naked. She was pleased she had shaven, apart from a small triangle to show she was a real blonde. Without the bush of hair John liked, she felt so free and cool down there. And she liked the look of it! It felt so much more sensitive; without the hair, she could see herself so much better. A little touch proved it. Her clitoris tingled with anticipation.

This is no good, Kate thought. I must get moving. She took a shower, washing all over and particularly between her legs. She wanted to be fresh; she used her favourite body spray and some perfume on her neck, breasts and inner thighs. She put on her skimpy silk white bra and panties and put a spare pair in her bag, along with her condoms. She wandered how many she would need and settled for six; who knows what the night might bring! Then a simple white cotton dress, knee length and close fitting enough to show off the shape of her body; buttons down the front. It was warm enough not to bother with tights or stockings. She brushed her hair, put on a simple pair of slip-ons and was ready. Answerphone on, keys, papers, bag – one last look and out the door.

What Kate didn’t know was that she would return a very different woman.

* * * * *

She enjoyed the walk to Simon’s. The early evening sunshine reflected on her mane of fair hair. Walking through the sex park, some lads admired the sway of her hips. One wolf-whistled; Kate would never normally think a whistle was directed at her but now she knew it was. She smiled directly at the boy, about 17 and really quite cute. He reddened, embarrassed now. Perhaps she would come this way again, when the fancy took her. Pity she knew the boy’s parents so well. His father had once made a drunken pass at her at a party.

She arrived on the dot of six. Simon was his usual flustered self; he was about twenty, good-looking in a boyish way. They were in the same class at college and worked in the same study group. He had once rubbed his leg against her, but she had pretended not to notice and nothing more had happened. Since then, she had felt the chemistry between them. She often thought about him awake at night, and sometimes when John was giving her his occasional attention in the bedroom.

“Thanks for agreeing to help, Simon. I just wanted to go through these tests with you.”

They sat on the large settee in Simon’s apartment; she often wondered how he afforded such a large place and such a swanky sports car. Daddy must be loaded.

He was wearing jeans, tight enough to judge that he was quite loaded too. A black shirt with the top buttons undone. She could see the hairs on his chest under the shirt.

It only took about ten minutes. She had all the answers.

“It’s me that needs the help. Not you.” Said Simon. “You’ll pass with honours at this rate”.

“Well, I have been putting a lot of extra work recently, to be sure I am ready in plenty of time. I want to be able to relax a bit before the exams.”

He got them each a cool beer and they began to chat. Yes his father was a wealthy attorney in New York. He was supposed to follow in his footsteps, but wanted to do something different. Both his brother and sister were now in the family firm. Teaching would never make him rich but money wasn’t everything.

“What about love” asked Kate. “Are you in love with Susan?”

“Too early to say. We’ve only been going out together a month or so.”

“Does she stay over?” Kate usually went straight to the point. As she asked the question, she placed her hand lightly on his knee.

Simon went red “No we haven’t done any thing like that.”

“Are you still a virgin?” As Kate leant back in the settee, her skirt slid over her knees. She knew that Simon would be able to see her panties. She took another sip of beer; she knew he had a good look and pretended not to notice. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Simon was even redder now. “I’ve never done it, no. Everyone assumes I do. I think Susan is wondering when I’ll move in on her. We do kiss and cuddle.”

“Have you felt her here? ” Kate took his hand and placed it on her knee. Slowly she guided him up her inner thigh. She could see from his pants the effect this was having. She slid her panties to one side and let him feel inside. She could tell he had never felt a woman before; he was surprised at how wet it was.

“Have a taste. Better than beer?”

He licked his fingers and looked quizzical. “Strange taste. I could learn to enjoy it though.”

“Like beer, an acquired taste. And, like beer, there are many varieties. Or so I’m told.”

She leant back further and opened her legs. “Try some more.”

He smiled and went between her legs. She felt his tongue clumsily exploring the rim of her pussy; she stroked his hair and pushed him forward. His tongue found her sensitive spot. “Yes, there, Simon love.” She exploded almost immediately. It was as if the whole of the last week’s frustration came out in one explosive climax. Her legs shook, her stomach and thigh muscles contracted and the sensation of pure pleasure, mingled with pain, rocked her body. She screamed so loud the windows must have shaken.

“Jesus, fucking Christ”, she yelled. Kate never swore. “What are you doing to me!”

Simon had jumped back as if he had been stung. He thought he had caused her a great injury; to him, the squeal had been one of pain and agony. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“It’s ok, honey. If you do that to all the girls, you will have a long and very active sex life, Simon. Try it on Susan and you will be pleasantly surprised. You have a sensitive and sexy tongue.”

Now she wanted to give back some of the pleasure she had enjoyed. First she kissed him gently on the lips, unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and helped him take it off. He was in real good shape; she had forgotten how smooth a young man’s body could be.

“Let go into the bedroom,” She took his hand and lead him into the next room, a typically untidy, man’s room with a large double bed. She unzipped his pants and lowered them over his thighs. He was bulging out of his underwear.

“Take them off, Simon.” As he did, she unbuttoned her dress and removed her underwear and shoes. He struggled with his shoes and socks, all fingers and thumbs in his türk sikiş excitement. So she was ahead of him, lying naked on the bed admiring his body with a contented look on her face. He was a very big boy!!

Hard as a rock, he lay next to her, nervous of making the first move. “You’re beautiful”, he said.

“And you’re a dish”, she said, kissing him lightly on the lips. She rubbed her breasts against his hairy chest and ran her hand down his flat stomach feeling the strength of his muscles and then the length and firmness of his penis poking up to his belly button. She ran her mouth down him pacing little kisses as she went; he lay back and enjoyed the softness of Kate’s touch. She kissed the tip of his shaft and ran her tongue along it slowly, noticing it expand and redden. Then little kisses down the length and on each ball in turn. She moved around until her legs were around his head and invited him to explore her as she placed her lips around him and took him into her mouth.

She could feel his tongue kissing the insides of her thighs and then going up and beginning to taste her wetness again. Shivers ran through her body as she too tasted and enjoyed taking him deeper and deeper until his tip was in her throat. Then quickly, he groaned in ecstasy, came and spurted. The warm intriguing taste of his fluid in her throat and mouth was pure delight as she swallowed some and rolled the rest around her tongue.

She released him and kissed his penis gently, knowing how sensitive it could be now. He had given up licking and sucking her as he concentrated on his orgasm and she was happy with this. She kissed his lips again, french-kissing so that they each tasted both themselves and each other. They hugged and stayed in each other’s arms, sharing the warmth and tenderness of the moment.

“Simon, we had better get decent before Susan arrives. Whatever we have just done, darling, you are still a virgin and must save that for her, maybe even tonight.”

“That was wonderful, Kate, I will never forget it or you. But you are right, I will see what response Susan gives tonight.”

“Don’t worry, Simon. She’s dying for you to make a move. Just take it slowly and she will go all the way tonight, lucky girl!”

They dressed quickly, returned to the living room and were on their second beer when Susan arrived. She had been to the gym and was still sweating from her run across the park. “Do you mind if I take a shower. My clothes are in the bag I left earlier.”

“I had better leave you two lovebirds”. Said Kate with a smile and secret wink at Simon. “Have a lovely evening!” From the smile on both their faces, she knew they would!

* * * * *

Kate was very nervous by the time the taxi arrived at the hotel. On the way, she reflected on what this weekend was all about. She had met Steve over the Internet through one of the chat lines that have become so popular. He was a man who had just turned fifty. They seemed to hit it off from the start. Kate had tried several men and none had worked out; either they stopped writing or they had little in common. Most were only interested in talking about sex. Although Kate enjoyed that side of her chatting, she wanted to really get to know someone properly and to develop a trusting, loving relationship.

Steve seemed perfect. He was a divorcee with two teenage children living with his ex-wife. He had a good business and seemed to make enough money to live well and travel as much as he wanted. He was intelligent and understood Kate’s jokes. She often laughed out loud when she read his responses. The only worry was that she had pretended that she was single; she had had lovers but none had lead to marriage. Her last relationship had ended just before she started chatting to Steve. But that didn’t matter as they would never meet. Kate could not afford the time to travel to the UK and anyway she could hardly go there on her own.

All was fine until Steve wrote to say that he was coming to the States on business and could he come down to [ ] for a week-end? He would stay in a hotel; they could meet up and see if they still got on. No commitments either way. Great, but I have a husband and three children! She would have to make an excuse or come clean about the family.

Then she thought, why not? If he could come the weekend when they always went to the coast, she could find an excuse to stay home. They could meet as if she was single (she would not let him come to the house) and have some fun together if they hit it off. She didn’t know what Steve looked like; she had sent him a photo. He hadn’t been able to work the scanner, or so he claimed. He had certainly got much more personal when he had seen Kate’s picture and their correspondence had become increasingly sexual in nature.

Anyway it was too late to back out now. He had booked into the best hotel in the town and she was to meet him there at 8pm on Friday. He flew out on Sunday evening so they had two days, and nights, porno Türkçe altyazılı together.

It was Room 421, she remembered. Kate thought she would surprise him. She walked straight past the reception area and took the elevator to the fourth floor. She did it very quickly so that she didn’t have the time to get nervous. That was the only way, she thought. She knocked on the door.

He was a good-looking guy. He must have just taken a shower because all he was wearing was a bathrobe. Without speaking he grabbed Kate, pulled her into the room and kissed her full on the lips. I thought Englishmen were supposed to be reserved, she thought with a smile. His robe was on the floor now and his dick was up pressing against her stomach. He walked her to the bed and threw her on to it. He removed her shoes and unbuttoned her dress. She had no panties on so all that was left was her bra. He pulled that off her beasts and fondled them roughly. Then, hastily he put on a condom.

Pulling her legs apart, he got on top of her and moved into her. No foreplay, just straight in sex, fucking her until his eight inches was all the way in. Hard and fast like a dog on his bitch. She felt his weight and the pummelling of his penis inside her. It didn’t hurt but there was little pleasure for her. He came, grunting like a pig, and rolled off her.

She lay there in a daze. He spoke for the first time.

“That was great, honey. You’re quite a lady!”

“You’re American! You’re not Steve!”

“Who gives a fuck what my name is. I paid for it. $100 for 30 minutes. You may get a tip, depending what else I get. Mind you, you’re a bit old for this game aren’t you?”

Another knock on the door. The man put on his gown to open it, then looked puzzled. In came a black girl in a short tight skirt and with breasts to die for.

“Well Hi you’all.” In a deep Southern accent. “Are we having a party?”

It had all happened so fast that Kate was still lying on the bed naked with her legs apart. She quickly got under the bedspread and covered herself.

“No need for modesty, darling. Once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all!” she said undressing as if she was part of the family. Even Kate could see that she had a wonderful figure; superb firm breasts and a lithe athletic body.

The man at last began to realise what had happened. But it didn’t stop him continuing as if it was all planned. “Sorry, honey. We started without you. Come and join in.”

Linda had to admit she was tempted! She hadn’t been with a woman since college days when she had tried every thing that was on offer, but never with a black girl. But maybe it wasn’t such a good idea, until the other woman lay on her stomach naked, smiled and poked out her tongue. “Want some, honey?”

It was too much for a girl to stand! She had lost interest in the man as he mounted the black girl from behind. That tongue was so, so tempting. But she resisted, got off the bed and began to dress.

“Wallets over there, spoil sport”. He muttered between grunts. “Take $100 if you think you were worth it and fuck off you bitch.” After that he ignored her and got about his business. From what Kate could see and hear, the black girl was enjoying her work too!!

* * * * *

Gathering up her belongings and trying to maintain her dignity as best she could, Kate left the room. She was late now. Should she try to find Steve’s room or go home and call him from there? Best to calm down first, she thought. She went to the ground floor, found the bathroom and freshened up. She needed to! She was sweating and her face was flushed with all the excitement.

But my, did she feel good!! Her body was tingling and she knew she was still wet; her pussy seemed to be saying “Hey, I was getting in the mood! What’s next?”” It was still before 8.30 the night was young and the week-end had only just begun..

She cleaned up in the cubicle and put her fresh panties on. Then she touched up her make-up and checked she looked good. She did too, as if she was just setting out for a hot date, which is really what she was doing. And she fancied another drink.

The bar was quiet, except for a couple of small groups and one man on his own; could that be Steve? Kate didn’t want any further embarrassment, she went to the bar and ordered a glass of white wine. She paid for it with one of the bills from earlier, there was a lot of change, even after the tip. The barmaid became friendly.

After a few minutes, “This sounds a strange question, but is that man over there English by any chance?”

“I don’t know. He has some kind of foreign accent. Do you know him? He’s on his third drink already; looks as if he’s just had some bad news.”

Certainly he man didn’t look too happy; he had though been looking at Kate curiously but then attractive women didn’t usually drink alone in hotel bars and he may have thought she was a prostitute. The second man today; Kate had to get a grip on her life!

It must be Steve – he was the right age after all. Oh what the hell, someone had to make the first move. Kate finished her drink and walked over to him.

“Steve?”

“Kate?”

“I’m so sorry. I got held up at college. Then I couldn’t get the car to start; had to take a taxi. I did call but they gave me the wrong room number.”

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She sat nervously in a chair at the airport terminal. She had been waiting and dreaming of this day for months, but now that it was here, she was full of mixed emotions—fear and excitement, desire and anxiety. Her fingers absently twisted at her short blonde hair while she waited.

He had called four hours before saying that he was at the airport and he would see her soon. After that she had quickly showered, shaved, and gotten ready to leave. She wore a black ribbed tank top, her favorite dark blue jeans, and her high heeled black sandals Underneath her clothes she wore a black thong and matching push-up bra. She scrutinized every aspect of her appearance while she put on makeup and fixed her hair. She applied thick black eyeliner, brown shadow, and mascara to accentuate her bright green eyes and bronze blush on her high, pale cheekbones. Seven years of marriage and having a baby had taken its toll on her once almost-perfect body, and now she was a little overweight and her D-cup breasts sagged more. But she knew that he liked her anyway, and with that she should be content. Finally, she got in her car and drove two hours to the airport to await his arrival.

An announcement came over the loudspeaker. “Flight 547 from Raleigh-Durham International has landed at gate 42.” She smiled. Only a few more minutes.

She stood up, put on her chocolate flavored lip gloss, ran her fingers through her golden ringlets, and picked up the hand-written sign that read, “Billy Bob Johnson.” That, of course, was not his real name, but his nickname on Yahoo Messenger, where they had spent so many hours talking in the past few months.

She held the sign as people started exiting the plane, and her stomach tightened nervously. Would she recognize him? Would he like her after meeting her in person? Would he be disappointed in her looks? They had exchanged many pictures, but she knew that pictures aren’t always an accurate representation of the person. After a minute she started wondering if he even got on the plane or if he backed out at the last second. After all, it took several beers and a lot of coaxing to get him to even talk to her on the phone at first.

Then, she saw him. Oh, he was even better looking than the pictures made him seem. He had dark curly hair and huge brown eyes. His skin was smooth and tan over his subtle muscles. He wore a green t-shirt, blue jeans and black skater shoes. He was neither chubby or skinny or muscular, but a perfect combination of the three. He scanned the crowd as he stepped into the terminal and finally his eyes landed on her. Smiling, he walked toward her.

Her pulse quickened and she fiddled with her silly sign as he approached. This was it, the moment she had been waiting for. She had envisioned running toward him and jumping on him the moment he stepped into the terminal, but suddenly that seemed to be the wrong thing to do. Instead, she smiled at him and stood still, her stomach full of butterflies.

“Lindsay?” he said to her.

“Brett?” she said back. They stood for a moment just looking at each other. Then she dropped the sign at her feet and reached up to touch his face. Electricity shot through her body with their first contact.

“Hi,” he said, and put his hand on her waist. He pulled her to him and their lips met for the first time. Her arms wrapped around his neck and his responded by encircling her waist, his hands exploring her back. Their tongues lightly mingled and their breath became heavier. They pressed closer against each other, lost in the bliss of their long-awaited connection.

She realized that second that it would be impossible to wait two hours to feel the rest of his body. She needed to touch his chest, his stomach, his legs… and of course she wanted so badly to have his cock inside of her in every imaginable position. She pulled away, awestruck and breathless. They stood quietly for a while, holding each other and basking in the passion that they already had for each escort bağcılar other. Then she grabbed his hand and said, “Let’s go get your suitcase.”

They walked hand in hand toward the baggage claim area. Once there, Lindsay turned to Brett again and they put their arms around each other.

“You smell incredible,” he said to her as his fingers grasped her hair, “and your lips taste like chocolate.”

She nuzzled against his neck and held him tightly. “I am so glad you’re here,” she said.

“Me too. You have no idea,” he responded.

Giggling, she replied, “Yeah, I have some idea.” She looked into his eyes and once again they kissed passionately. She couldn’t wait to get out of the airport. She had so many things she wanted to do.

Finally his suitcase came around and he grabbed it. They walked out of the airport together to the back of the parking garage where her blue Jeep Wrangler sat. She opened the back door and lifted his worn black suitcase into the back of the Jeep. Then she sat down and motioned for him to follow her.

As soon as he sat down she locked the doors and straddled him. They kissed, more hungrily this time, sucking on each others lips and tongues, their hands exploring one another more feverishly. His hands went up the back of her shirt and he felt the soft skin of her back. With one quick motion, Brett pulled her shirt over her head. They resumed their kiss, and her fingers danced over his smooth chest and stomach. She tugged at his shirt and he leaned forward so she could remove it.

She could feel the bulge growing through his jeans, and her pussy instantly became moist. He deftly unsnapped her bra in the back and took it off her body, tossing it aside. Her breasts hung firmly, crowned with large brown areolas and long, stiff nipples. He noticed a birthmark on her right breast just before his mouth engulfed her nipple. She moaned and arched her back as pleasure washed through her body. His hand toyed with her other breast as he continued sucking and nibbling at the right one. She moaned louder, her hands grabbing his hair and pulling him closer. The bulge in his pants was growing harder and she wanted desperately to be fucked by him.

She scooted back and began unbuckling his belt. Brett’s hands continued to knead her breasts as she unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She rubbed his cock through his jeans and looked him in the eye.

“Are you ready?” she almost whispered.

“Yes, yes,” he replied. “Thank God for tinted windows.”

He unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and then they realized she would have to dismount him in order for them both to take their pants off. She climbed off and they quickly disrobed so that they were totally naked.

His stiff cock quivered and she wanted to taste it right that second. Her head descended toward his lap and her tongue licked at the tip. He gasped when her soft lips wrapped around his solid erection and slid up and down the shaft. Her hands worked the base of his cock and fondled his balls as her tongue swirled around the swollen head. She could taste the salty precum when the tip of her tongue danced over his slit. Then she plunged her mouth back down, taking all eight inches into her mouth and throat.

“Oh, yes, yes, suck my cock,” he whispered to her. “God you feel so good.” He moaned and scooted down in the seat so she had more access. Lindsay used the tips of her fingers to lightly stroke his stomach below his navel which made him gasp and lift his ass off the seat, forcing more of his cock into her throat. It was getting more swollen and she knew he was close.

She released his cock from her mouth and whispered, “I want to taste your cum.” Those words coming from her made him erupt into her ravenous mouth. He groaned as his cum hit the back of her throat and she greedily swallowed every drop. Her hand pumped and squeezed his cock until she had gulped down all of his cum. istanbul eskort

Brett was in complete ecstasy as she continued to lap at his softening cock, and he longed to taste her cum just as she had tasted his.

“Lay down,” he said, and she complied as best she could in the cramped space. Then she sat up and jumped in the back of the Jeep and motioned for him to follow her. She pushed a button and the back seat folded forward, giving them the entire back of the Jeep to continue their adventure.

Lindsay laid with her head near the back of the Jeep, her knees bent with her legs spread, and Brett knelt facing her. Her shaved pussy was glistening wet and he was so hungry to taste it, but he wanted to prolong their experience as much as he could. After all, there would never be another first meeting. He moved higher and kissed her deeply, his tongue mingling with hers, tasting a hint of his salty cum in her mouth. He moved down and kissed her neck while stroking her body with his fingertips, up to the edge of her nipples down to her hips. Her body shuddered with anticipation. She wanted him to fuck her, hard, deep, NOW, but he had other plans.

He inched down her body, trailing kisses as he went toward her breasts again, but stopped just above her nipples, exhaling his hot breath across it, and moving on to the valley between her peaks, kissing her soft skin. He moved above her other nipple and again his warm breath teased her and he moved on down her body. He kissed her stomach, circled her navel with his tongue, and kissed down her skin stopping short of her swollen clit. Again he exhaled and moved away. She was in agony, wanting to feel his tongue, his fingers, his cock, anything inside of her aching pussy.

“Oh, God, stop teasing me, I want you so bad,” she moaned, lifting her hips toward his face. Instead he returned and kissed her eager mouth, his hands wandering down her body.

This time his hands came back up to her throbbing nipples and squeezed them hard. The painful yet pleasurable sensation caused her to cry out loudly through their kiss.

“Please, please…” she whimpered. Brett could stand it no longer. He moved all the way down, put his face right in between her legs and sucked hard on her clit. She cried out again, momentarily forgetting they were in a semi-public place and that people might hear her. She writhed beneath him and her hands pinched and tugged at her erect nipples. His tongue swirled around her clit and then dipped down lower into her pussy, tasting her sweet honey.

“Oh Brett, Jesus Christ that’s amazing,” she muttered, and he continued forcing his tongue into her slit. He moved back up to her clit and inserted two fingers into her soaking pussy, immediately finding her g-spot and rubbing it forcefully.

Insane with ecstasy, Lindsay cried out a string of nonsensical words, “Oh! fuck! yes! Jesus! God! fuck! damn! oh! fuck! oh! yes!”

She was close to cumming and he wanted to make sure he was able to drink from her gushing pussy that he had so longed to taste. His tongue massaged her clit and he thrust his fingers hard against her g-spot. She wildly tossed her head back and forth and beat her fist on the seat, her eyes closed tightly and mouth biting at her lower lip. He removed his fingers and moved his mouth down to drink her juices as she came, waves of pleasure radiating from her clit through the rest of her body. Her pussy spasmed against his tongue and she exclaimed another series of nonsense words, her mind too wrapped up in desire to form conscious sounds.

His cock was hard again from watching her thrash during her orgasm and he could no longer control his lust for this sexy woman. Before she had fully recovered, he mounted her and drove his cock into her dripping pussy. She yelled out in surprise, opening her eyes to see his gorgeous face above hers. He bent down to kiss her as he thrust into her again vigorously. Her nails dug hard into escort güngören his back and the pain was so unexpected it forced him to drive into her even harder. Her legs wrapped around his waist and she lifted her ass off the floor to allow him to penetrate her even more deeply. Plunge after plunge sent them both reeling to a state of ecstasy that neither had experienced before. He grabbed her firm breasts and held them as he thrust, then moved his hands down to her lush hips. Holding her tightly, he pounded his cock into her harder and harder.

“Yes, fuck me, fuck me,” she said breathily, and moaned loudly.

Once again his balls tensed and he knew he was going to cum. He thrust one last time, and at the moment he came, she arched her back in her second wave of orgasmic bliss. Her pussy contracted around his throbbing cock as his load shot into her, her muscles milking and draining his sperm. They held that position for a few moments, lost in the sheer pleasure they had finally experienced with one another.

“Oh, oh, oh God, oh my Christ,” Lindsay panted as she relaxed onto the floor. Brett pulled his wilting cock from her pussy and laid on his back next to her.

“Wow,” was all he could manage to say.

“Yeah,” she replied.

They lay together for a few minutes as their breath returned to its normal rate. She realized that their mixed fluids were dripping from her vagina onto the back of the seat and she should probably get cleaned up. She had lost her mind momentarily while experiencing the most incredible pleasure she had ever felt in her life, but now reality was slowly settling back in and she didn’t want to soil her brand new car.

She reached down in the floorboard and emerged with a box of baby wipes which she always kept on hand. Brett looked at her with a mixture of adoration and comic puzzlement on his face.

She giggled and said, “I don’t want love stains on my new car. Is that wrong?”

They cleaned themselves and dressed again. Still not ready to be even arms length apart, they cuddled up together in the back of the Jeep, holding and kissing each other and whispering into each others’ ears.

“Do you think anyone heard us?” Brett asked, genuinely concerned.

“Who gives a fuck?” Lindsay replied. “I mean, this is an airport. People seeing people who they’ve been apart from. I expect that there’s a lot of fucking going on in this parking garage on any given day.”

“Really? In public?”

“I bet you ten bucks. Maybe we should ask the parking security. They would know.”

“You’re on,” he replied, and they shook hands.

After another few minutes in each other’s arms, Lindsay looked at the clock in her dash and realized that it had been an hour and a half since they had gotten to the car.

“I wanna get home so I can fuck you properly,” she insisted.

“What, that wasn’t a proper fucking?” he asked teasingly.

“You know what I mean.”

They reluctantly climbed into the front seats and drove out of the garage. Before leaving, however, Lindsay stopped at the security booth and rolled down her window.

“Excuse me, sir?”

The middle-aged man looked up at her through the glass. “Yes?”

“I was wondering if you could answer a question for me. See, my friend and I were discussing whether or not a lot of… well… nookie takes place in the parking garages. I personally think that since it’s a place where people are reuniting, that sometimes they can’t wait to get home. My friend here doesn’t know if people would actually do that in a public place. So, what is your experience with this subject?”

The security guard looked at her in shock, then realizing that she was serious, he cleared his throat and said, “Well, ma’am, I see a lot of vehicles… uh… rocking on a daily basis. Too many for it to be just someone who may be searching for something in their car, if you know what I mean. But I don’t go inspect or anything.”

Lindsay smiled and looked at her lover. “You owe me ten bucks.”

“As a matter of fact,” the guard continued, “I’m almost positive I saw this here blue Jeep rocking back and forth not too long ago.” The man grinned knowingly.

“I lost my lip gloss,” she replied with a wink, and drove out of the garage toward the airport exit.

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She was the first one I noticed as I entered the cafe. Sitting in a booth by the window she looked up briefly from contemplating her coffee cup. A pale, pretty face, no make-up, vivid blue eyes, that I thought, in that brief moment, may have been crying. A full, but not oversize bosom, emphasised by the short-sleeved blue summer dress she was wearing.

Taking a seat at a table in the next aisle, from where I could keep an eye on my new truck, I was also able to keep the pleasant sight of her in my view. A waitress with a bosom that was four times that of the lady in blue took my order for coffee and pancakes. She treated me to an up and down stare from eyes blackened in eye shadow. “Haven’t seen you in here before,” she hummed.

“You’re off my normal route,” I told her, my eyes looking across at the lady in blue, who appeared to be near to tears again as she kept her eyes down over her coffee.

“But not off limits,” the waitress said provocatively, as she waddled back to the counter, where a huddle of hefty truck drivers was sitting. As she passed, one, an ugly looking guy with about four days stubble, reached out, placed his fingers under her right breast and flicked upwards.

“Time out for a quickie, Beryl?” he growled, while the others laughed.

“In your dreams, Bolo. I’ve tried your style before.” But she showed no anger at his touch, as she added with a grin, “All I got was a sore throat.”. Behind the counter, I watched her place my order, before she turned back, said something quietly to Bolo, while nodding in the direction of the girl by the window.

Bolo followed her direction, nodded and his lips pursed appreciatively. Smirking, he turned to the others and said something quietly, and mocking responses were audible, “No chance.” “Too fancy for you.” “Save some for me.”

Stubble chin lumbered between the tables, glanced briefly at me, before perching himself in a seat opposite the girl, who I had time to estimate, was somewhere in her early twenties.

“What’s a bonny lass like you doing out in the wilds on your own?”

The blue eyes looked at him warily, “I’m hoping to get a lift.”

Bolo shuffled in his seat, “A lift, is it? Lifts can cost.”

“I’ve got some money,” her voice was weak and uncertain.

“Money? Aye, that’ s one way.” And he turned to smirk at his watching mates. I didn’t like the route this was taking and could sense his intentions far too easily.

The waitress arrived with my coffee and pancakes, and when I’d paid her, she glanced across to the other table, “That Bolo,” she said, sotto voce, “just can’t keep it in his pants. He’s only heading for Glasgow—but listen to his patter. You might learn something.” She half turned away before adding, “He’s in for a hell of a shock.”

Puzzled, I watched the pair, while I spread jam on a pancake, and took a big hungry bite.

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Bolo was saying, and his tone of voice was so insincere I almost choked on my pancake. “So where do you need to get to?”

The girl hesitated before answering,” Near Nottingham.”

That made my ears prick up, since I was carrying my cargo of whiskey back to my home base of Derby, which meant passing Nottingham. Then I heard Bolo’s response, “Lady, this is your lucky day. I have to pass through there.”

“Cost?” she asked tentatively.

“Oh, we can discuss that when we’re out of here.” Again he turned to his mates and I saw his wink. I gulped at my coffee, sensing that some kind of involvement might be necessary, if things took the course I feared. This young lady was too neat, too sweet, to be a floozie that this Bolo guy might be used to.

Bolo glanced at his watch, “Hey, I should be on the road right now. You finished your coffee?”

The girl looked uncertain, “You’re sure this will be all right?”

“What? Giving you a-lift? Of course it will.” His pause said it all.

Bolo heaved himself to his feet, “No luggage or anything?”

Beginning to slide from her seat, the girl shook her head and reached for her handbag. Bolo lumbered toward the door, giving a little thumbs up to those at the counter, where the waitress was wearing a strange, anticipatory smile.

As the girl struggled from her seat, she looked rather clumsy, and as she straightened, the reason became very clear. The front of her dress bulged hugely below the waist. God, she must have been at least seven months pregnant!

There were a few gasps, and some chuckles, especially from the waitress. Bolo’s face was a picture as he stood holding the door open, staring at the girl’s bump. He ushered her out of the door, and when she was out he leaned back in to his crowing mates to say, “She still has a sexy mouth.”

The door closed, and the room was almost in uproar. I knew I couldn’t just sit there. There were two pancakes left and I wrapped them in a serviette, stuck them in my pocket, and strode to the door.

“Fancy some?” A voice called behind me, as I stepped outside. There was no sign of either of them, and I knew that they could not have travelled the space to where the trucks were lined up. Then, from my right I heard konulu sex a whimper, and a growl of Bolo’s voice, “Come on, you want it. Pay time.”

Again the girl’s pleading whimper, as I hurried to the corner, I heard Bolo’s angry command, “Get your fuckin’ mouth around that.”

Around the corner was a small enclave containing waste bins, and Bolo was standing with his back to me, clutching the kneeling girl’s hair as she desperately tried to keep her head turned away from what he was offering.

There was no time for discussions. Bolo was big, but he was no bigger than me. I’m no superhero, and normally stand well back when trouble looms. Truth was, I had never struck anyone in anger, but not too many years back I had been a keen user of the local gym, and had donned the boxing gloves a number of times Right now, I was bloody angry, so, without further thought, I stepped closer and called urgently, “Bolo!”

His head turned, and my fist caught him sweetly, on the nose and mouth, as I shouldered him to one side so that he didn’t fall on the girl. He went down without a sound and his head bounced off the paving, his exposed erect penis collapsing like a deflated balloon. As he lay there groaning, I turned to the girl, and reached out to lift her to her feet.

Eyes filled with fear, and still on her knees, she tried to back away,” Don’t touch me. Please, don’t hurt me.” There was a red mark on her cheek that hadn’t been there before, so Bolo must have struck her. I gave him an extra kick in the ribs for that. Hell, I was in a bad mood all right.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” I said, trying to make my voice gentle, and contain all the truth of that promise. Definitely the original knight in shining armour, but this lady was going to take some convincing. Carefully I reached down, put my hands under her armpits, and gently lifted her trembling body to her feet. Even then she tensed away from me.

“Look, there are others in there who will gladly want to finish what that bastard started.”

“All men are bastards,” she said flatly.

“All right. Anything you say, but we must get away from here,”I said, and I reached out for her hand. Tentatively, she took it, and followed me out towards the trucks.

“Whatever you do to me, you won’t do anything to hurt my baby, will you?” she asked, as I tried to make pace commensurate with her condition.

“I’m not going to hurt you or your baby,” I assured her, as we reached my truck, and with some difficulty I helped her up onto the passenger seat, where she sat back clutching her swollen belly. “You all right?”

“Just need to get comfortable,” she said, and her worried eyes looked down at me as she asked, “Where are you taking me?”

“To Nottingham, I hope.” And the brightening of her features was worth waiting for. I hurried round to the driver’s door, climbed in, and I had the engine roaring in no time. From the road, I saw the cafe door open and a small group of men came out to look around. I wasn’t expecting any follow up. But that place was off my list of watering holes.

“I’ve got a little bit money,” she said, after a while.

“I really don’t want your money,” I told her.

“What is it you want, then? Anything, as long as it doesn’t hurt my-“

“Will you stop saying that? Can I spell it out to you? I-am-not-going- to -hurt-you-or -your-baby. Is that clear?”

“All men are bastards.”

Exasperated, I shrugged my shoulders, “You must have had a bad time of it. Want to talk about it?”

“No.”

“How far on are you?”

Her hands spread over her belly, “Eight months.”

“Eight? Almost due. Christ, I’d better drive faster.”

And it was a relief to hear her give a little, if slightly bitter, laugh. The first she’d had for a while, I guessed. “You’re strange,” she said, and I could sense those vivid blue eyes trying to search into my brain, seeking evidence of the bastard man. What kind of men had she been associating with?

“What do I call you?”

“Linda.” she said. “Linda Parr.”

“I’m Frank. Frank Beasley. Pleased to meet you.” A sideways glance at her puzzled face as she looked at me had me wondering if anyone had ever been nice to her.

After fifteen minutes of silence, I felt a nudge against my left shoulder as her head lolled there. I didn’t know when she had fallen asleep, but it made me feel good to have her resting against me. Was I to be her comforter? What were the circumstances that had brought her to that roadside cafe, with no luggage, no other clothes, so pregnant and vulnerable?

We were on the A9 south, in over two hours we were through Inverness, and out into open country where the truck was suddenly buffeted by strengthening winds, while rain spattered across the windscreen. A traffic screen lit up with the words; STRONG WINDS. HIGH SIDED VEHICLES DRIVE SLOWLY.

I needed no urging because I had observed what high winds can do to careless truck drivers. The thudding of the wind against the truck must have roused Linda, as her head jerked up and away from my shoulder, and she porno seyret uttered an anxious little “Oh.”

“You were tired,” I said calmly, slightly bemused by the way she was checking her handbag, and tugging her skirt down, as though fearful that I had performed some nefarious act while she slept.

“I didn’t get any sleep last night,” she said flatly.

When she made no attempt to explain why, I asked, “No luggage?”

“No.”

“I’ll listen if you want to talk about it, “I said, but she turned her face away to look out of the window without making any response.

The truck rocked under the force of the wind. The rain had become increasingly heavy, so that I was driving most carefully as the wipers struggled to keep the rain at bay. It had become so dark that I had the headlights switched on, as I peered out at shrouded hills..

“Quite a storm,” I said, and Linda gave a nervous nod. I turned on the cab radio to hear that winds were gusting up to seventy miles per hour, and high sided vehicles were being advised to seek shelter.

“I’m going to have to pull over,” I told Linda. I knew this route pretty well and soon found the lay-bye I was looking for, a short loop of road with a fringe of trees that would cut off the battering of the wind.

Switching off the engine, I turned to Linda, “Are you hungry?” I asked, noticing that switching off the engine had already made her edge well away from me. I reached into my pocket to recover the pancakes I had picked up at the cafe. The serviette looked rather rumpled, and whenI opened it out it was to find that the pancakes were in misshapen pieces.

“What did you expect?” I asked her plaintively. “A three course lunch?” It was good to see her giggle, as she looked at the mess I was offering. “Go on,” I kidded her, hoping to break her depression, not to mention her distrust of me. “Spoil yourself.”

I picked up a piece, and began chewing it, making a grand show of how delicious it was. Another slight smile as she reached for a piece, and popped it into her mouth. I glance at my watch. It showed a quarter to three. I should have been in Pitlochry, over an hour ago. Yet we were still some two or three miles from there, and we were stationary.

I realised that Linda was tucking into the pancake fragments, as though she hadn’t eaten for a week. “I see you were really hungry, “I said lightly.

She looked at me guiltily before saying, “I’m sorry. I forgot you wanted-“Her voice trailed away as that fearful look returned, as if she was expecting me to punish her in some way.

“Hey, go ahead and finish it. I’d prefer to eat big. There’s a bottle of water under the dash there if you’re thirsty.”

I watched her find the water, unscrew the top, and take a couple of hearty gulps. Her face had attracted me in the cafe, and now I looked and admired the frail yet sensual quality about it. High cheek bones, fair skin, delicate slightly upturned nose, and those vivid blue eyes. All made slightly puffy by her condition, I guessed, but still quite lovely when framed by the dark hair, still slightly dishevelled, after the rough handling by Bolo.

She caught my gaze and a little colour appeared on her cheeks, “What are you looking at me like that for?”

“Like what?” I asked, keeping myself pressed back against the door, so that I would appear less threatening.

“Like -I don’t know—funny—”

“You have a face that demands being looked at. I like it.”

The reddening deepened, and she looked as though she’d taken that as a threat. She looked out at the rain and wind-tossed trees. “How long are we going to be here?” she asked.

I told her that I was thinking of taking a chance , and trying for Pitlochry. “I could do with a good meal-somebody ate my pancakes.”

I tried to keep my tone light, and accompanied it with a smile, so she would know I wasn’t complaining. She rewarded me with a smile of her own, as she said, “I was hungry.”

I needed to call my brother, Harry, who was also my business partner, to let him know where I was. As I dialled on my mobile Linda’s face showed some anxiety, as though she suspected I was ringing to arrange an orgy where she would be the main attraction.

“Frank, where the hell are you?” Harry’s voice was immediate.

“Couple of miles north of Pitlochry.”

“Pitlochry? Hell, I was hoping you might be over the Forth Bridge.”

“No chance, What’s the weather like there?”

“Beautiful day. But I’ve heard on the news about the high winds up there. And, Frank, they’re going to get worse.”

“They couldn’t get any worse.”

“That’s what I was going to tell you. They say storm force. And there’s talk of closing the Forth Bridge to high-siders.”

I glanced at Linda who had relaxed a little. But it was looking as though our time together was going to be extended.

“No good diverting then?”

“No, take care of our investment. Stay off the road if that’s advised.” It sounded like he was more concerned about out brand new truck than about me. He’d have had a fit if I’d told him that I had a pregnant türk sikiş woman on board.

“My brother,” I explained as I pushed the mobile back into my jacket pocket. “We share the business.”

Her eyes wandered around the cab interior, “Looks very new,” she said.

“Our pride and joy,” I told her. “Only had her for three months. Look,” I went on, as I started up the engine,” I don’t know whether you heard any of that but this wind is going to get worse. So, it’s Pitlochry or bust,” I affirmed, and pulled out onto the road, into the howl of the wind.

On the way, I told her about how, when our father had died, four years ago, leaving us money to set up a small haulier business. The purchase of this big beauty was testament to how well things had gone.

Harry, my brother, would be worried about the high wind but he’d be more concerned if he knew I had a passenger. We had made specific rules which included no passengers, under any circumstances. I wondered whether he’d appreciate this particular circumstance.

It was four o’clock and Pitlochry was busy. But I managed to find space in a truck parking area. The rain had eased, but the wind was still fierce as we left the truck. I knew a place that served meals and let out rooms. Luckily, they had one room left.

First, I had to square things with Linda. “You said you trusted me. There’s only one room if we have to stay the night. You trust me that much?”

A momentary frown crossed her face, and I mentioned that she might prefer to find someone driving a car who would give her a lift. It only took her a few seconds to turn that idea down. “No, I think I trust you.”

“The devil you know, eh?” I joked, but at the same time, I was wondering why I should be so pleased that she opted to stay with me. God, what a pretty face can do to a man’s better instincts.

“Could I use your phone to try my sister’s number?” Linda asked.

I handed her the phone, showed how it worked, and watched her tongue show between her lips as she concentrated on dialling. After a moment, she said, “Sounds engaged.” And she handed me the phone to listen. There was a dead line buzzing. I didn’t like to tell Linda that it was no engaged tone. “I tried her a couple of times from different towns we were in, but,”and she shrugged, “always the same.”

Just a little concerned I took her through to the dining area, where we both dined voraciously on steak, sausage and mushrooms, finishing off with a coffee. “I need to repay you in some way.” she said, once again.

I held up a hand, “Payment is not necessary.” Then I paused as a thought struck me. “There is one thing you can do for me.”

Immediately her eyes clouded, as she turned her head away, “And that would be?”

” I’ve been with you for -what?—six hours, and I know nothing about you. You might be an escaped convict.” That brought an awkward smile, “Or an axe murderer.”

A laugh, this time, before she said, “I could have been that, given the chance.” Then that she said, “I need the toilet. When I come back I’ll tell you what I can.”And she shuffled away to the door marked, ‘Ladies’.

Sitting there I figured I must have made some kind of impression on her if she had decided to tell me about herself. Why would I be pleased to make an impression?.

Time ticked by and I was beginning to wonder if she had made a getaway, when she appeared across the room, and I was transfixed by the change in her. With her dark hair combed out and lightly curled outwards at the shoulder, she would have looked highly alluring if it hadn’t been for that obvious bump. But the face, washed bright and shiny, unhindered by any make up was almost child-like.

“I could do with some fresh underwear,” was the first remark she made when she got back to the table. A brief discussion, a query with the owner and we were out and visiting a lady’s outfitters, which fortunately, given the pressure of that wind, was just down the street.

I asked if she wanted to take her goods up to our room. After only a moment’s hesitation she agreed. The room was neat enough, and I was relieved to find it had twin beds. She begged for a moment to change into the fresh wear, and then I asked her where she wanted to talk, in the room or down in the lounge, where we could have another coffee.

The lounge won, and soon we were sitting, side by side, at a table in one corner near the window, with two lattes in front of us.

“Just take your time,” I urged her. “Just tell me what you want to.”

For a moment she looked uncomfortable, her eyes casting around the cosy lounge. Within minutes it was me who was feeling uncomfortable as she outlined the things that had happened to her. At first her voice was low and tentative, but as she progressed it took on a deep hardness, that matched the expressions that crossed her face. Anger filled my head as I listened.

At age nineteen she had been studying journalism and English literature at university, but had dropped out when her parents were killed in a car accident. Devastated, Linda, had been so low that employment, briefly, became unimportant. But when she recovered, she had been unable to get a post with any newspaper or magazine and was working as a clerk with a firm of publishers, which at least, she felt kept her within the umbrella of the written word. But the work she was given was fairly menial and she had been looking for a fresh outlet.

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I have a confession to make.

You see, I’ve been engaged to a beautiful young Italian woman named Anna for almost a year. The problem is that she lives overseas, finishing up a master’s degree in architecture in Italy. Her program ends this coming May, after which we’ll be having a traditional Italian wedding in her family’s hometown of Torino (famous for its Baroque architecture and the Turin shroud), honeymoon in Bali and then settle down in Wisconsin, where I teach part-time at the local university while finishing up a PhD in the rise of the love lyric among Sicilian poets. I know I know, I’m just a romantic at heart…

So what’s the problem? Well, I haven’t seen my sweet baby Anna for almost a year, since I proposed on one knee in front of the Antonelliana Mole. I’ve been pretty much snowbound the past few months here in the good ol’ northern USA. Needless to say, I’ve been lonely, longing for some female companionship. I figured there’s no way I would ever want to cheat on my Italian angel, so I’ve been fooling around on-line, making certain I never chat with anyone within a 1000-mile radius. That way I’ll never be tempted to meet someone face to face.

Maryse (rhymes with ‘Oh please!’ ) is certainly a sweetheart. We’ve been chatting on-line for a couple of months, exchanged digital pictures (bra and panties shots for her, “most-muscular” shots for me), and done some major flirting. Only 20, she’s originally from Eastern Canada, from one of those French areas I know nothing about except it gets colder there than here! She’s managed to find her way down to Florida, where she’s studying to become a journalist at a junior college somewhere near Fort Lauderdale. She wants to perfect her English so she can work around the world, an admirable goal.

Anyhow, one evening we were chatting innocently on-line when she asked what my Spring Break plans were.

“Well, some friends and I were planning to go down to Fort Lauderdale for some beach time… you know, to get away from the cold and all,” I answered, oblivious as always.

“Jason, you know I live a half hour from Fort Lauderdale.”

Oh shit! While my friends Ben and Dean had been planning our trip, it hadn’t crossed my mind Maryse lived in Florida. Moreover, Ben’s uncle owned a beach-house in Fort Lauderdale, so that was our destination by default.

“Yeah, I knew that,” I lied, wondering what the hell excuse I could make for not meeting Maryse. “Well, we’re only going to be there a few days.”

“That sounds great. You know, I’ve been working part-time at a hotel. I could get you a very cheap room for a couple of nights. Then you can be with your friends the rest of the time,” Maryse stated casually, as if it had already been decided.

“Yeah, that sounds perfect!” I lied again, my heart beating faster and my palms starting to sweat. On the one hand, Maryse was certainly a cute little package, and I’d surely enjoy spending time with her naked, but… Sigh. Resignedly, I agreed to spend my first 2 nights down south at Maryse’s hotel, and taksim bayan escort then scoot on over to Ben’s uncle’s beach house for the remainder of my stay.

As Spring Break approached, my mind was swimming with excuses. I kept trying to figure out a way out of this. At the same time, every evening when I lay down to sleep, images of Maryse’s naked body hovering above mine floated into my mind, and I would powerfully squirt out my sexual frustration with visions of her lips on my cock. A true dilemma, one which many men would be more than happy to deal with, but I was at a loss, wishing I’d never heard of the Internet, and longing to pack my bags and head to Italy instead of Florida.

On the flight down to the Sunshine State, I was a nervous wreck. Ben and Dean wondered why on earth I couldn’t go directly to the beach-house. I invented some story about a great-aunt my mother wanted me to visit in a retirement home. As the plane touched down, I realized there was no turning back. Ben and Dean got into one cab, and I got into another. It took about 25 minutes to get to the hotel.

Since Maryse’s classes finished late, I checked into the room by myself at about 4. I opened the door, kicked off my shoes, and jumped on the bed. Flicking on the TV, I thought about what I was about to do. Questions ran through my mind: What if she doesn’t look like her pictures? What if she isn’t attracted to me in real life? What if she’s a 55-year-old fat Nigerian man who wants to kidnap me and extort money from our government? What if… what if…? I was honestly hoping for something, anything to pop into my head that would allow me to preempt any immoral behavior other parts of me were dying to enact.

At about 5:30, I did some pushups and situps, and then hopped in the shower. I expected Maryse shortly after 6, and wanted to at least be clean. I dried my hair with a towel, put on some decent clothes for a nice dinner out, and sat back down on the edge of the bed, trying not to sweat, tense with anticipation.

At 6:15 there was a knock on the door.

“Just a sec!” I shouted, leaping to my feet and stubbing my toe on my suitcase. I grimaced, and hobbled over to the door.

Standing before me was the vision of loveliness I had been chatting with these past few months. A shade over 5 feet tall, Maryse had long, flowing blonde hair down to her ass, and an incredible smile which lit up when she saw me. She was extremely petite, with cute little breasts and hips, and the innocence of a 15-year-old schoolgirl. She looked absolutely delicious.

“Hello Jason. Are you hungry?” Finer words had never been uttered.

Maryse had an adorable French accent, stressing the 2nd syllable of my name and not pronouncing her h’s. My heart melted when I heard it, and I decided to just live the next 2 days as if we were the only 2 people on earth.

“Yeah, um, of course, sure! Let’s go!” I felt like an awkward nerd, fumbling for my wallet and keys as I stepped past Maryse into the hallway.

“Let topkapı bayan escort me just put my bag in your room,” Maryse said, smiling her incredible smile again as she rested her bag just inside the door.

Wow, at least that meant she thought enough of me that she planned to return to the room later!

So off we went for dinner, to an Asian-fusion restaurant that served sushi and Thai food, a decidedly odd combination. We had a great time, talking about a series of articles she wrote for her school newspaper, her job at the hotel, and my obscure field of study, among other things. I intentionally steered the conversation away from sex, trying to keep things light and innocent. Maryse kept me laughing, and also kept me spellbound with her amazing lips and teeth. That smile was to die for. I still had no idea what the rest of the evening had in store. We hadn’t discussed how far we would go if we were attracted to each other, or whether she was even planning to stay in the same room as me!

As we walked back to the hotel after dinner, I longed to just take her hand in mine, but resisted. I didn’t want to make her feel uncomfortable so soon after meeting.

We arrived at my room, and I opened the door and let her in first. She flopped onto the bed and yawned and stretched.

“What a day! Thank you so much for coming to visit me,” Maryse said.

“Um, yeah, of course, you’re welcome!” I stammered and sat down beside her. I turned on the TV and we lay there for a while, silently watching. Dinner had taken several hours, so it was now almost 10pm.

“It’s kind of warm in here. Do you mind if I change into my pajamas?” Maryse asked. Did I mind? Yeesh.

“Sure, go ahead. There’s extra towels in the bathroom. I’ll change out here while you’re in there.”

Maryse went into the bathroom and shut the door. I quickly threw off my pants and shirt, and put on my pj bottoms, long black loose-fitting flannel. I had neglected to bring a top, as I knew Florida nights could be stiflingly warm. I got under the covers and waited.

Maryse came back out into the bedroom wearing a tiny tank-top and tight, stretchy shorts. My god how succulent she looked!

She turned off the lights and climbed into bed next to me. The TV was now the only light in the room, casting a ghostly blue light on her face. Maryse snuggled up against me and put her head on my chest.

“This feels wonderful!” she said. “We fit so well together.”

I had to admit, it sure did feel wonderful. I put my hand on Maryse’s chin and lifted her face up so I could look into her eyes. I gently kissed her lower lip. She kissed back hungrily, devouring my lips and tongue, letting her hands travel over my bare chest.

“Mmmm,” she groaned appreciatively. I guess those pushups were effective!

I put my hand on her leg and slid it up to her beautiful, tight, tiny ass. My god I’d never felt something so sexy in my life! My hand felt under the fabric of her shorts, right up to her escort bayan şirinevler crack. I slid my hand between her legs and felt her small snatch, starting to moisten.

“Mmmm, that feels nice…” Maryse moaned as my finger entered her. She threw back her head, offering her neck to be kissed. I immediately complied, kissing, licking, biting her, all the way around. I mauled her shoulders, I nipped at her biceps and kissed right down to her fingertips. I couldn’t get enough of her body, her scent, her skin.

Soon I had both hands inside her shorts, massaging her little ass, the small of her back, her thighs. I pushed off her shorts, then pulled her tank-top up over her head. She was now completely naked, and, so it seemed, mine for the evening.

“That’s not really fair,” she teased. “If one of us is naked, we should both be naked, don’t you think?”

I thought.

Maryse pushed me down on my back, and snaked down on her hands and knees towards my feet. She pulled my bottoms off slowly, being sure to pull the waistband up and over my now-throbbing, fully erect cock.

“Can I touch it?” she asked, as if I could utter the word no at this point.

Without waiting for an answer, she boldly put her hand around my member, and started stroking it slowly, pulling the skin up over the head on the way up, and exposing the head on the way down. She used long, deliberate strokes up and down my shaft. With her other hand she started playing with my balls and sac. Then she brought her head down and gently brushed her lips against the head of my cock. She put her lips around me, keeping a firm grip with her hand, and took half of me into her hot, wet mouth. She started bobbing her head up and down, up and down, while jerking me off with one hand and fondling my balls with the other. Pure heaven!

I managed to grab hold of one of her legs, and pulled it around, up and over my face, leaving her tiny pussy inches above my mouth. I put both hands on her ass, and pulled her towards me. She melted into my face, my tongue directly into her slit, my hands on her delicious ass. She gasped as my finger probed her asshole. I pushed my tongue inside her, and brought one hand around to apply pressure to her clit. As my tongue moved in and out of her, my finger in her anus tried to meet up with it inside her. She was getting filled in 2 holes at the same time, all the while my other hand was busy drawing firm circles on her clit.

Somehow, she managed to keep her attention on my cock and balls, and we both started bucking our hips simultaneously. I felt my balls jerk as her legs started to shudder. My cock started squirting jet after jet of hot, thick cream into her mouth. She screamed, squeezing her thighs around my face like a vice, and shook violently as wave after wave of pleasure jolted through her body.

She relaxed on top of me, and let her body droop. She was like a tiny rag doll on top of me, seemingly spent. Her hand continued to absent-mindedly stroke my cock, milking the last few drops from my balls. She occasionally pressed her pussy into my face, tensing up for some aftershocks of the powerful orgasm I had given her. We both slowed our movements, and she eventually turned her body around, put her head on my chest and her hand on my shoulder, smiled and closed her eyes. Just before she drifted off, she whispered, “merci”.

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It is early fall, and you are taking what may be your last swimming day until next summer. The trees along the the dirt road are still a vibrant green. Your window is down, and the summer sun makes you feel sensual. He is holding your hand, and glances over at you and smiles, as you pull into the field. You call it your private swimming hole, because it is so secluded, and you have never seen another person out here.

The river runs slowly through the valley here, and over the centuries it has created a offshoot pool, just deep enough to swim in. The sun warmed water is warmer than the river itself, and the ancient rocks create natural benches and seats. The water is clear, and calls to you as you get out of the car.

You walk to the waters edge, and turn and look at him. He is leaning against the car, watching you with a hopeful smile. You grin, and start a playful striptease for him. Swaying in the warm breeze, you run your hands over your body, and slowly strip out of your shirt. You run your hands over your breasts, teasing nipples that are already hardening in the sun. His gaze never leaves you, as you slowly slide your shorts off. You escort şişli do a final slow spin for his approval. The fact that no matter how many times he has seen you undress, or has undressed you himself, he still looks at you like it was the first time, like he was unwrapping the greatest birthday gift in the world. You notice that he is hard for you already.

You step down into the water, and its like a cool kiss over your entire body. You shiver in pleasure, at the contrast of the water with the building heat between your thighs. You swim slowly, and your tattoos flash bright colors, like misplaced tropical fish. You stroke over to one of the rocks that water and wind has worn smooth, and sit there, watching him expectantly. You spread your long legs wide, and stroke your fingers over your pussy, knowing the clear water hides nothing. The sun twinkles off your hood ring, reflecting in his eyes.

He undresses slowly, and you savor the smooth soft look of his skin. When you see his cock, hard and ready, your fingers start to make slow spirals on your clit. He walks slowly to the water, and dips escort bayan istanbul a foot in, as if testing the temperature of the water. You laugh, and playfully splash at him.

He slips into the pool with barely a ripple, and then dives under the water, streaking at you you like a torpedo. He stops between your thighs, and leans in, kissing your pussy. You sigh, and play with his hair swirling it underwater, careful not to hold him down. His tongue traces each lip, and flicks your clit ring. You are starting to wonder just how long he can lick, and hold his breath when he surfaces, kissing you. Your tongues interlock in your mouths, just as your fingers interlock. He pushes off from your rock, and pulls you into the water with him. You tread water in the center of the pool, kissing passionately. His cock is hard and hot pressed into your belly.

He lifts you slightly from the water, and you don’t resist. You moan loudly and dig your nails into his back, as he slides you down on his cock. His cock is hot, and the water so cool, and you love the contrast both around, and inside you. He treads water for the both escort taksim of you, and the rhythmic pumping of his legs drives him deeper inside your pussy. You rock your hips in careful motions, not wanting to upset your delicate balance together.

He places one hand in the small of your back, and the other on the nape of your neck. He slowly lays you back in the water. He pushes backwards slowly, until his feet make contact with the bottom. Carefully he starts to fuck you, moving slowly so no water splashes over your face. The water feels like smooth, cool hands caressing your entire body, and each ripple feels like a soft kiss. He lowers you deeper, until just your face and nipples just from the water. You meet his eyes, and take a deep breath. He lowers you until you are under the water. You feel like you are weightless, flying. He starts to fuck you harder now, his thrusts deep and fast. You open your eyes, and see him through the water, hazy and dreamlike. You feel the heat building inside you, and you bite your lower lip, fighting to hold both your passion and breath inside you. Just as you cum, you explode from the water, gasping and crying out. You wrap your arms, your legs around him as every muscle contracts around him. You feel him pulse deep inside you, long and intense from being so careful, so controlled with your body.

He pushes off the bottom, and the two of you float slowly in the warm fall sunshine together, kissing, touching, loving.

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Every year in December Mrs. Claus made a trip from the North Pole to here in sunny Florida. Like Santa, she needed a break away from everything going on in the North Pole. It was several years ago when I met her and we started our affair.

Now I know what you are thinking; how can I be interested in some old woman? Well let me tell you Mrs. Claus isn’t an old woman, at least not in appearance. I don’t know how she has stayed so young looking, but hey I’m not complaining. Ever since our first encounter, she has made it a point to stop at my house and every year I have looked forward to it.

A knock at my door made me jump up from my chair. I knew it was her and I was overly excited. I open the door to see Mrs. Clause wearing a tight little red teddy.

“Merry Christmas!” she shouts.

“Speaking of which,” I say, my voice thick with desire.

She walks in and kisses me. She lingers on the kiss for several long minutes before breaking away and walking into the living room. I guess the long year apart drove her mad as well. She unzips the teddy and lets it fall to the floor before spinning around in front of the fire place toward me. Her eyes are pinned by my gaze at her slender, sexy body. She shivers and takes a deep breath and I know it’s from the heat in my eyes. My gaze drops to her perfectly set breasts. Her nipples are already as my rock hard as my cock.

I close the door and peel off my clothes as I walk over to her. I press my lips against hers in a deep, lingering kiss. This time she pushes her tongue into my mouth in a more controlled manner. I wrap my tongue around hers, tasting her. My hands push her back against the wall next to the fire place. They slide up to her breasts, softly squeezing them. Our kiss grows stronger, harder and more passionate.

Mrs. Claus reaches down between our bodies to rub her fingers against my cock. It feels great in her loving hands. She breaks away from the kiss to look down. “I’ve waited all year long for you,” she says almost sadly.

“Hasn’t Mr. Claus been taking care of you?” I ask.

“He’s not the man that you are. Nor is he as big as you.” She drops to her knees and leans forward, slipping her mouth over the head of my cock. As she slowly lower her mouth down me, I moan softly.

“Lucky me,” I say.

“No, lucky me,” Mrs. Claus corrects as escort bayan sultangazi she pulls her lips back to the tip of my cock.

She takes me back into her mouth and increases the speed of her movement. She slides her lips along my shaft while sucking firmly on me. At the same time she rubs her hand up and down the base of my cock. I moan deeply as I wrap my fingers in her hair.

“Oh, yes that feels good,” I say. “Keep that up and I’ll be cumming soon.”

She continues to suck on me vigorously, sliding her lips along my shaft. Then my cock begins to throb in her mouth. I grip her hair tighter, pushing her further onto my cock. “I’m going to cum,” I hiss.

A second later I am cumming, blasting her throat with hot, sticky cum. She gives a startled squeal as I fill her mouth. I let out a deep moan of pleasure as I pump squirt after squirt into her tiny mouth. As soon as I finish cumming I pull her to her feet. I could see her swallow the last bit and she licks her lips clean just before I kiss her again. I press my lips hard onto hers and then slip my tongue into her mouth, tasting my own cum.

“Mrs. Claus, that was fantastic,” I say almost excitedly.

She smiles and I take one of her luscious breasts into my mouth. She gasps sharply at the feel of my lips around her breast. I move from breast to breast, licking and sucking. I am in heaven as it has been a whole year since I’ve gotten to suck on Mrs. Claus’ breasts. They are the most perfect, rounded breasts I have ever had the pleasure of playing with. I focused on her two hard nipples, licking and sucking on them. I could be happy to spend the rest of the night just sucking on them, but I couldn’t because I only get to see her once a year.

I drop to my knees in front of her and push her legs apart to plant a soft kiss on her pussy. Mrs. Claus spreads them open even further for me as she looks down. Her face is full of anticipation in what I was about to do. Her eyes flash with both lust and need and I’m not going to deprive her of either. I kiss her pussy again and then run my tongue up the outer lips. Mrs. Claus gives a soft hiss. I reach up and use my fingers to part her lips, then press my face against her and begin licking. I push my tongue into her pussy, causing her to moan softly again. I can feel escort bayan fatih her leaning against the wall and she lifts one leg up onto my shoulder to give me better access.

I take the opportunity to lick deeply into her, tasting her juices as I do. Mrs. Claus’ moans grow deeper and I can feel her pushing herself into my face. I move upward with my tongue to flick her clit with it and when I do Mrs. Claus lets out a sharp cry. I smile to myself and flick her clit again. This time the cry is at an even higher pitch than before. I run my tongue over her clit with more rapid movement. I run my tongue over it and around it, circling it rapidly so that my tongue never loses contact. Mrs. Claus’ cries are cries of passion and pleasure.

“Yes, yes!” she cries. “More please!”

I reach up to cup one of her breasts, squeezing it firmly and twisting the nipple between my fingers. Mrs. Claus gasps and then moans. She pushes her body harder against my face. I know she is about to cum so I push two fingers into her pussy, sliding them rapidly in and out of her. I feel her body react as her pussy tightens around them.

Yes, yes!” she gasps as her orgasm hits her. I quickly pull my fingers away and replace them with my tongue. I lick as she cums, tasting all of her juices as they pour freely from her pulsating pussy. Mrs. Claus makes repeated cries of passion as her orgasm sweeps over her. I lick until I feel it die down. As I stand back up, I hook her leg off my shoulder into my hand. Quickly I position myself against her. My cock pushes at her entrance before I ram it up into her, thrusting my cock deep into her pussy.

“Oh god!” she squeals as I ram it up into her.

I pull out and slam it in again and again, repeatedly ramming my cock deep into her pussy. Mrs. Claus gasps, crying out from the sensations I cause. I, myself, moan softly as I feel her tight, warm pussy open around me, squeezing my cock with each thrust.

“Mrs. Claus, you feel so fucking good,” I gasp.

“Ohhh, I love your cock,” she says back to me.

I lean forward, kissing her hard and she kisses back, curling her tongue around mine. I feel her push forward to meet my thrusts. As my cock pushes deeper and deeper with each thrust it feels like I am hitting a wall inside her. Each thrust make her shake escort bayan etiler and cry out in pleasure.

“Yes, of god yes,” she squeals. “I’m going to cum all over your hard cock!”

Her body shutters against mine and I feel her juices soak my cock. I continue to thrust hard into her as she cums, adding to her pleasure and sending ripples of ecstasy through her. I slide my hands down tot grip her ass and lift her off the floor. I carry her over to the couch, dropping her on her back. Mrs. Claus lies gasping at the orgasm’s final tingles.

I stand between her legs, starring down at her. My cock rests against her thigh as I reach up to reverently run my hands over her breasts. Reaching down between her thighs, Mrs. Claus takes hold of my cock. If feels slick as she rubs her fingers along my shaft. I look down at her with eyes burning with lust as she puts her hands to her mouth to lick off the juices. I reach for her, pulling her toward me. My cock presses against her pussy and with a hard thrust I am in her again.

If my thrusts were hard before, they were nothing compared to now. I slam into her, pushing my cock totally into her. Each thrust rams me as far inside her pussy as I can possibly go. She gasps hard with each thrust to the point of me taking her breath away.

“Mrs. Claus, you are so fucking tight,” I grunt between thrusts.

Mrs. Claus can only moan in reply. The force of my thrusts has taken the power of speech from her. Mrs. Claus’ pussy feels like a molten fire around my cock. She writhes on the couch, crying out in pleasure as I bring her to the edge of another orgasm.

“Oh, fuck yes!” Mrs. Claus screams as her body shutters beneath me.

Her orgasm is so strong she screams wildly and rolls and twists on the couch. I have to grip her hips to hold her down as I continue to ram into her. I fuck her hard and fast through her orgasm, not letting up once.

“I’m going to cum,” I gasp and she pulls her thighs tight around me.

“Yes, cum in me baby!” she yells.

With one final hard thrust I slam my cock up into her. My cock bursts spewing forth my collective seed into her. The sensation jolts her orgasm back into full passion. She cries out as the orgasm sweeps through her. I can feel my cock being coated with her lovely juices once more. I remain stiff for several seconds, before pulling out of her and collapsing atop of her. Mrs. Claus lies still, gasping hard for breath.

We lay entangled on the couch for what seems like forever before Mrs. Claus gets up and dresses. She leans in to kiss me long and hard and passionately and then says, as she pulls away, “I will see you next Christmas.

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