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She blinked her eyes open. The early sun’s light leaked around the edges of the curtains, creating shadows in the room. She lazily rolled over and looked at the clock. Quarter to eight in the morning. She stretched and crunched the pillow up under her head. It had only been two hours since she had kissed her husband goodbye when he left for his twelve-hour shift. She longed for the warmth of cuddling with him and at the same time was glad she had the day off by herself. Her classes ended two months earlier and the New Year had just started. She rolled over and sat up on the bedside. Guess I’ll take a shower and get the day started then figure out what I want to do today. Strolling over to the window she peaked out the blind. A coating of new snow covered the back yard. Wow, she thought, I’d better check the snow report!

As she walked to the bathroom she got a sidewise glimpse of herself in the mirror. She stopped momentarily and ran her hands from her perky breasts and erect nipples to her light brown bush. Not bad for a thirty-something woman with two children, she thought. As her fingers brushed across her bush she felt an electric-like sensation running down the inner thighs of her legs. She remembered her most recent lovemaking session with her husband. It was good and he always made sure to pleasure her. Still, he was considerably older than her and she wondered if it would be different with someone her age. It had been years since she had been sexually intimate with someone her own age. For a brief moment she considered jumping back into bed for some intimate pleasure with herself. No, she thought, there may be fresh powder on the mountain. She hurriedly took her shower, dressed, and went downstairs.

As she loaded her skis and equipment in her SUV she regretted that she was going alone but was excited to get on the way to the new snow. She thought about her first ski experience, at her husband’s urging, and how much she had come to love it since then. Skis loaded she shook her head that the sun screens they had put in the rear windows last summer for a trip were still there. She thought, at least they shield the vehicle interior from sun and outside eyes but I’ll have to take them off when I get a chance. After stopping at Starbucks for coffee and a quick breakfast she continued the trip up the mountain. Being a weekday the traffic was relatively light even with the new snow and she was at the top in less than an hour. There were few cars in the parking lot and she quickly parked and unloaded her ski equipment. Only ten fifteen, she thought, I can get in several runs before lunch. Parking in her favorite parking lot she donned her ski gear and slipped onto the slopes and skied toward the lift.

The slopes were not crowded she rode the lift up alone several times. Her skis glided quietly over the new snow and she felt exhilarated by the cold clear air and sunshine. As she rode up the lifts she couldn’t help notice that there were not many skiers on the slopes despite the new snow. On her fourth trip up on the lift a man jumped on the lift. Oh great a snowboarder, she thought. Snowboarders were frequently rude, undisciplined on the slopes and would abruptly stop and sit down in most inconvenient, unsafe places for others. When he turned to say hello, she was surprised to see that he was a coworker. She felt embarrassed by her feelings towards boarders and managed a cheery, “Hi, how’s your day going? Guess you’re off today.”

They had always worked well together, engaging in good natured teasing and generally enjoying each other’s company. He said, “The powder is awesome,” and smiled. “Want to do a couple runs together?” She nodded, glad to have company. They did the next few runs together, chatting about work on the lifts and laughing at each other’s tumbles in the soft snow.

After the last run flushed, breathless, and laughing he asked if she would like to get a bite to eat. “Gee, I would but I brought my lunch. I was just going to eat in my car and get back on the slopes.”

Surprised he said, “Really, I brought mine too. Where did you park?” She told him where she had parked and coincidentally they were parked in the same lot. “Well, the least I can do is walk you to your car,” he said.

Arriving at the parking lot they headed off to their separate vehicles when he asked her if she would like to join him for lunch in his car. She thought a moment and responded, “Sure, but why don’t we eat in my car? We can sit in the back of my SUV, take off our boots and stretch our legs, as long as your feet don’t smell.” They laughed and he agreed. He retrieved his lunch and went over to her car. She was already sitting in the back of her SUV. The rear seat was folded down to accommodate ski equipment and she was sitting in the back, boots off and legs stretched out when he tapped on the window. “Hop in,” she said, smiling. He climbed in, sat down next to her, and unpacked his lunch. They ate, talked and laughed about work, the great ski conditions, and having to go back to work the next day. “You know”, she said, “you brighten kocasinan escort up the days when we work together. You have a great sense of humor and it makes the day go by faster.” She glanced up at him and was surprised to see his blue eyes studying her face.

“Thanks, I didn’t think anybody appreciated my attempts to lighten up some of the intense situations,” he said. She looked deep into his eyes and impulsively he leaned toward her and kissed her on the cheek. She recoiled and blushed. He stammered, “I’m…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I don’t know what got into me.”

They sat in silence for a minute or two. Finally she managed to say, “Well, I’ve always thought of you kind of as a brother, so I guess its ok,” she mumbled.

“You sure you’re not mad,” he asked.

She said, “It’s ok, forget it.” As she said it she patted him on the thigh and as she did she heard his breath catch. Wonder what that was all about, she thought, and resumed eating her lunch. He shifted his weight and stretched his legs as if to get comfortable. She couldn’t help but notice the outline of the growing bulge in his groin area extending down his right leg under his ski pants. Uh oh, what have I done, she thought. She could feel her throat tightening, and her breathing becoming labored as anxiety built up. She felt awkward and at the same time excited that she was able to incite arousal in a man as young as her friend. She looked up and noticed that he had become aware of her fascination with his obviously swollen member. She blushed and they sat in tense silence for several minutes.

After what seemed like hours he said, “I’ve never said anything before but I really enjoy working with you.”

“With me, really, why”, she asked.

“I like your personality, you are always so upbeat, and you have a smile that just draws me”, he told her. “And”, he continued, “I kind of like looking at you. I shouldn’t tell you this but sometimes I wake up in the morning in this, uh ..condition.. and I think about you while I shower. I know, it’s kind of kinky but it happens and it turns me on.”

“Really, and then what happens,” she asked obviously delighting in this new revelation. “Oh, never mind,” he said.

Mischievously she said, “No, I want to know, after all you brought it up.” She looked down and saw that his organ was now protruding against the fabric of his ski pants. She thought she noticed slight pulsating movements.

“He looked at her and said, “Alright, I play with myself.”

“You what?” she said.

“Come on, give me a break” he said, “I play with myself.”

She giggled. “And do you, um, you know,” she said deliberately teasing him.

He looked at her with a strained look on his face and said, “Yes I do. Now can we talk about something else?”

“Mmmm,” she hummed giving him her most alluring look.

They sat in silence. She admitted to herself that she had always enjoyed working with him and liked the attention he showed her. Her chest felt tight. She thought of past lovers she’d had. She felt growing warmth in her femininity and forbidden fantasies flashed in her mind’s eye. The silence was uncomfortable and he finally said, “This is embarrassing. I just want you to know I did not intend this when I asked about lunch. Obviously my other head is doing the thinking now.” She grinned, obviously enjoying his distress, leaned her shoulder against him, and said, “Don’t worry about it, it’s not like you’re hitting on me. And I won’t tell on you. Sometimes our bodies just work that way.”

He put his arm around her shoulders, gave her a hug and said, “Thanks.”

He left his arm around her and she could feel the warmth of his body against her. She felt nervous but comforted by the apparent mutual attraction that had brought them to this point. She felt a warm, tingling sensation growing between her legs. She closed her eyes and imagined what he might look like, what it might feel like and sighed. He was not a very big man and she compared his physical characteristics to past lovers trying to correlate body type to erections she had experienced. Desire was stirring in her.

It had started snowing and the sun was hidden by clouds. The sunscreens on the rear side windows and the road spray coating on the rear window obscured their view of the outside. Sitting in silence, engaging in sensual fantasies she could feel sexual desire building. She knew she was wet. She laid her arm on his leg and casually let her fingers fall on his swollen organ, almost as if by accident. When he made no response her fingers moved over his shaft and she grasped it through his ski pants. His head fell back and he groaned. She could feel his erect, hard cock throb with her touch. She rubbed along his length gently on the surface of his ski pants. He accepted her strokes without resistance. She knew her nipples were erect. As she lightly ran her hand over his organ she watched his face. His head was lying back against the seat back, his mouth slightly open, his breathing easy konak escort but deep. She sensed that his swollen manhood was begging for release. She opened her top and put his hand on her breast assuring that his fingers contacted her swollen nipple.

Without a word he reached down and unzipped his pants, invitingly. She accepted the cue and slid her soft, delicate fingers inside his ski pants. He had a thin ski base layer on under his suit and she could feel his erection through the thin material. Slowly she reached her hand through the fly and found his erect organ. It was blood filled, hot, and harder than any she had held for a long time. It was not too thick but it was long. She could feel the blood-filled vessels as she slowly stroked its length. She ran her fingers over the length of it and found a drop of fluid on the end of it. She scooped it up with her finger and slowly put it to her lips, watching his reaction as she licked it from her finger. His eyes widened and she smiled. Sliding her hand back inside his pants she wrapped her fingers around his erection and began to stroke it slowly, up and down the entire shaft from the base to the head. He groaned and said, “Oh my God, you don’t know how that feels and how aroused I am.”

She felt her pulsations between her legs. She smiled and said, “Oh yes I do, I can feel how excited you are.” She knew he was on fire with sexual desire. The thought that she had done that to him increased awareness of her own feelings. She could feel the longing in her vagina and she knew she was wet with sexual desire. With her free hand she unzipped her own ski pants and slid her hand down to her groin. Her panties were wet. She moved her hand up and slid it under the elastic waistband all the while slowly stroking her young friend. She put her middle finger on her clitoris and felt an electric sensation spread up into her vagina. She began to slowly stroke her vagina with two fingers feeling the wetness between her outer lips. She slid the two fingers in and rubbed that spot her husband had read about and had showed her. Geez, she thought, I could cum doing this. For a few moments she forgot about her companion while she pleasured herself. She noticed he was watching her.

His breathing was faster now. “I want to touch you,” he said. She shifted her bottom and pulled her ski pants and panties down until her bush was exposed. He put his hand between her legs and began to gently touch her womanhood. He lightly caressed her clitoris and then slid two fingers into her wet vagina. “This is what I think about in the shower,” he said. She gasped at the sensation and relaxed into the erotic feelings he created in her.

Unexpectedly there was a tap on the rear window and the rear lift gate popped open. As they sat with their most private areas exposed, one of their coworkers opened the door. It was a physician they were friendly with at work. The smile on his face quickly transformed into shock at the scene in front of him. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I saw you guys from the lift walking over here with your lunches and thought I might join you. Guess I better leave, I didn’t mean to interrupt.” They still had their hands in each other’s pants and they quickly withdrew them.

“You have your lunch so you might as well get in and eat with us,” she said to him. Her young friend shrugged and nodded agreement. The newcomer had a pained look on his face, feeling that he had intruded on something not meant for his eyes.

They ate their lunches and when they were done the newcomer asked, “So what exactly did I walk in on, if you don’t mind my asking?”

She responded first, “Well, we came to eat lunch, got to talking about things and one thing led to another. It’s probably a good thing you came along.” She glanced at her young friend’s crotch, still partially exposed, and she could see his erection was beginning to grow again. When it popped out of his pants at attention she said, “We just kind of got carried away, I guess.” Now fully exposed and standing up for the three of them she touched it again. Realizing that she was still in a state of unsatisfied arousal she began stroking it again, oblivious to the wide eyes of the newcomer. Her young friend groaned and began thrusting his hips in synchrony with her strokes.

The newcomer said, “I better go.” He was sitting with his back against the back door and she could see the rising level of excitement in his face.

She leaned forward, put her hand on his groin where she felt his growing erection, and said, “Well we are all medical personnel, nothing we haven’t seen before,” and laughed.

She leaned back and the gravity of the situation struck her. She thought, OK, here I am sitting in my truck with two horny men, with my hand wrapped around and stroking an erect penis. As she was having these thoughts the newcomer unzipped his pants. The scene was too intense for him and he pulled out his own erection. She looked at it in surprise. It was average length but wide and thick. Now that would fill a woman up, she konyaaltı escort thought. She was aware that her young friend had reinserted his hand into her crotch and was again rubbing her clitoris. Her hips began to move involuntarily in rhythmic gyrations. The newcomer began to pump his own hard cock while he watched the other two of them stimulate each other. Her young friend was pumping his hips to her strokes and she knew he could soon cum. Her hips began to thrust at the very thought of how much she had turned him on. As she and her young friend pleasured each other, she watched the newcomer stroking his hard penis, his strokes becoming faster. She saw the glistening bead of white liquid rise from the end of his erection and she knew his climax was building.

Suddenly she was overcome with her own sense of sexual arousal. She longed for release and satisfaction as she knew her two men friends surely must. She released her young friend’s cock, lunged forward on all fours, and took the newcomer’s hard-on full in her mouth. She tasted the salty drop on its head. His erect penis was hard and thick, filling her mouth. She ran her tongue around the head of his cock and sucked hungrily. She put her hand on the shaft of his erect penis and began to pump up and down as she licked and sucked it. Unexpectedly she felt two fingers enter her vagina from behind and slide over her dripping wet clitoris. She moaned and thrust her hips back at the unexpected entry. She felt the hard-on of her young friend enter her from behind while at the same time his hand reached around her belly, his fingers massaging her clitoris from the front. She felt a wave of fear and guilt wash over her knowing that she had crossed into forbidden territory. At the same time she realized this was a long-time fantasy of hers, having two men at the same time. She slowed the rhythm of attention being given to the newcomer and at the same time slowed the return thrusting to the rock hard erection filling her from behind. She was keenly aware that she had control over two men’s climaxes, both of whom were ready to pump their respective loads into her. She relished the thought. But she had to be satisfied also.

She told her two friends, “You are both going to have to slow down and wait for me. We girls don’t get there at the same speed as you guys do.” Longing for the expected reward to come they relaxed and slowed down. The man behind her massaged her clitoris, his pulsing hard-on still in her but holding off on thrusting for the moment. The newcomer put his hand in her top and cupped her breast. He gently squeezed her nipple and she gasped. She could feel the explosion building in her. Her breathing became faster and she groaned at the clitoral stimulation. “Oh, yes, keep it up and start thrusting again,” she said. At the same time she took the newcomers thick, hard cock back in her mouth. She began slowly pumping while sucking. If I can time this right, we can all cum at the same time, she thought. She began thrusting harder and faster against her young friend’s thrusts. She pumped the newcomer’s erection harder and faster. She knew she would soon be over the edge. The cock filling her mouth began to pulsate. She tasted the salty emission of his pre-ejaculate and she knew he would soon cum. The thrusting from behind was becoming faster and deeper. She thought, oh yes, I am so hot and turned on, I am going to explode soon. She put her hand between her legs and started rubbing her clitoris as only she knew how. She could feel the spasms of her climax starting. All at once she felt a deep thrust from behind as her young friend buried his cock in her. She could feel it throbbing within her, as he came hard in her, filling her up with his thick, hot cum. At the same time the dick in her mouth exploded and filled her mouth with salty liquid. She swallowed hard to retain it all. Her own climax hit her and her stomach muscles tightened with the spasms. It left her quivering and she felt her juices running down her legs mixed with the younger man’s cum.

After several minutes the three of them disconnected and sat in the back of her truck. One by one they pulled their clothes back on. They sat and looked at each other in disbelief. This had obviously been a first for each of them.

The younger man said, “That was just too awesome” and the newcomer nodded in agreement.

The newcomer said, “I better be going. We should probably keep this to ourselves,” he said. They all agreed. They all got out of her truck and hugged. The men started back to the ski hill. I should probably go home and clean up, she thought.

She drove down the mountain reflecting on the scene of the afternoon. Wow, she thought. I’ve always fantasized about that and now I have done it. The afterglow of the sexual experience warmed her body on the trip home. She knew she was very wet still. She wanted to get home before her husband and wondered what to say. Maybe nothing, she thought. No, she would tell him and include all the juicy details. She knew her fantasies excited him and this was even better. She thought with excited anticipation of his response and smiled. She knew she would be getting another hard cock before the day was over. As she drove home thinking about the days activities she slid her hand inside her still wet panties and gently massaged her sensitive clitoris. A perfect ski day she thought.

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So this is what dying of mortification felt like. Actually, if I COULD die right now, I’d happily welcome that option. I’m certainly never going to live this down.

I’m standing in the change room at a boutique costume shop a few blocks down from the office. In front of me is my coworker, Damien. As always, he’s dressed impeccably. And he looks perfect. And he’s staring at me, eyes wide in what looks like surprised amusement. I’m sure he’s memorizing this sight to make fun of me over for years to come. I feel a blush creeping slowly over my entire body, from my fuzzy pink ears right down to the tops of my shiny, four inch high, fuck-me boots…

Let’s rewind a bit and explain just how I got myself into this embarrassing situation.

Six months ago I was hired as a senior associate at Zeidler & Barryson law firm. It’s a big honor, they usually never hire seniors from outside, always promoting from within. As such, I was thrilled. And truly, I love almost everything about my job. It’s challenging, exciting, and a great experience.

Except for one thing. Damien. Although he is my age, he’s a junior associate, so technically lower than me on the company ladder. However, he also happens to be the boss’s son. And apparently, he was not thrilled with daddy giving the senior associate position to “this random bitch” as opposed to him.

As you may have guessed, we don’t get along. Explosive doesn’t even begin to describe our relationship. Barely a day has passed in six months without us breaking out into yet another petty squabble. I don’t even know how Damien gets any work done, with his penchant for showing up wherever I am and picking fights with me.

Something about Damien just seems to bring out this incredibly unprofessional side of me. Of course, it doesn’t help that he’s incredibly attractive. At 6’2”, he dwarfs my much smaller frame. He has broad shoulders, messy blond hair, and these wicked gray eyes. When I first laid eyes on him, all I remember is having to stoop to pick my jaw off the floor.

That was, of course, until I first heard him speak. So now I pass my days in screaming matches with the boss’s son, and at night in my dreams we’re screaming again… but for very different reasons.

And as for why I’m in a bunny costume? Well, a month ago Zeidler announced that we were going to have a company Halloween party, costumes mandatory. Being the workaholic I am, I completely forgot about it until today. October 30th. So I dragged my friend and coworker Macy out with me during our lunch hour to the nearest costume shop to try to find a last minute costume. And somehow Damien heard and stated that he needed a costume too, charming Macy into inviting him to tag along.

Unfortunately, this close to Halloween all of the good costumes were already gone. As I browsed down the aisles I realized that there was going to be very little choice left in my size. Damien didn’t exactly make things easy, either. He followed me around the entire store, making snide comments about the outfits, and laughing at me under his breath. Finally, I snapped and all but ordered him away to find his own costume. At my wits end, I grabbed the first thing I saw in my size before storming to the change room.

It was a fuzzy, pink, playboy bunny outfit. Complete with ears, boots, and furry tail. A tight, almost see through, pink corset barely covered my breasts and revealed large expanse of my flat stomach above the matching pink undies. The underwear bunched up in the back underneath the pouf tail, leaving half of my ass cheeks hanging out. And that was it for coverage on my lower half until you reached the tops of my shiny stiletto boots.

All in all, the outfit screamed “sex”. There was no way I could wear this to a work function. I would just have to find something else. I hear a rustle on the other side of the change room curtain. It must be Macy, coming in with something of her own to try. I reach for the curtain, intending to ask her if she found something that might fit me, and see Damien’s shocked figure on the other side.

He obviously hasn’t found a costume because he’s still dressed in his work clothes. His attire emphasizes how naked I feel in this outfit. I know that it leaves nothing to the imagination. I feel myself flush as I realize that Damien’s eyes are travelling freely up and down my figure.

Embarrassed, I try to yank the curtain closed again but Damien’s hand comes up, blocking me.

His gaze roams hungrily over my exposed skin. Pathetically, I feel my body begin to respond to his attention. My heart begins to beat faster, my breathing picks up. I feel my stomach muscles tighten and my nipples begin to harden. Liquid heat pools in my center as I realize that I am standing inches from the man that’s haunted my dreams for months as his eyes devour my flesh.

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Shock freezes my reactions as I stare down at the scantily clad girl in front of me. When I wheedled my way into an invitation to join Victoria and Macy gaziemir escort costume shopping, I had no intention of doing anything other than put in a few quips about her outfit choices and engage in some verbal sparring. I know I shouldn’t bait Victoria so much, but it’s so difficult to resist how sexy she is when she’s angry. Her eyes light up and her cheeks flush, her chest begins to heave. Oftentimes I have to run out in the middle of our arguments because watching her come alive like that gets me so hard I’m worried about giving myself away.

Victoria is hands down the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met. She’s petite, with a slender figure, but still has plenty of curves. She has wavy black hair that I’m just itching to set free from the bun she usually wears it in. Ever since she started working at our company six months ago, I’ve spent my nights imagining how that messy mane would look spilled over my pillowcase.

My eyes drink in the sight before me, I hardly know where to look first. My gaze jumps from those plump, delicious looking breasts down to her toned, slender legs. My cock begins to harden in my pants. Vivid fantasies flash through my mind, of picking the petite girl up and palming those perfect breasts, of laying her back onto the tiny seat in the change room and tonguing her slit, of ripping off her skimpy undergarments and watching her writhe in ecstasy as I drive my cock deep into her pussy.

Victoria’s eyes darken as she watches me standing in front of her. Her small pink tongue darts out timidly and wets her full bottom lip. Without even thinking, I close the distance between us and capture her lips with my own. She opens up in an exclamation of surprise, and I use that opportunity to slip my tongue into her mouth, groaning with pleasure as I deepen the kiss.

When I finally draw back, Victoria’s lips are cherry red from my attentions and her breathing is ragged and uneven. She knits her forehead together in confusion, but her gaze burns like fire into my own. She presses her heaving breasts against my chest. Her tongue sweeps out once more to make a slow pass over her lip, as if savoring my taste.

Arousal coursing through my body, I step fully into the change room and yank the curtain closed behind us.

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Without missing a beat Damien pushes me back against the change room wall. His hands roam freely over my scantily clad body. He brushes a few fingers gently over my nipples, which are straining through the fabric of the cheap costume. Each touch sends a forbidden jolt of electricity through my body.

My breasts feel heavy, sensitive nipples aching for his touch. My whole body is humming with excitement, even while I grapple to hold onto that little voice of reason inside me telling me that this is a very, very bad idea.

“Very, very bad idea…” I hear myself repeat that phrase out loud, but my voice is breathy and seductive, almost unrecognizable as my own. I don’t even believe my words myself. Especially as my hands sink into his hair, drawing him closer.

Damien’s lips are claiming a trail of fire down the side of my neck. I can feel his hips pin me firmly against the wall, all but holding me up. His masculine scent washes over me. Dazedly, I shift my hips the slightest bit and feel something hard slide over my panty-clad pussy.

Damien’s cock. I bite back a groan at the thought of it. As much as Damien infuriates me with his escapades in the office, I can’t deny that I’ve spent more time than I should these last few months thinking about his cock. And to feel it hard, pulsing, and pressing against me… my own pussy clenches in response.

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Victoria throws her head back, her hair falling loose from its customary bun. Her hips buck against mine, a delicious friction as she rubs herself on my cock. It takes no small amount of effort to hold myself back, to stop myself from falling down onto her body, tearing off her panties, and just driving myself into her like a madman.

But no, I’ve wanted this too long to waste the opportunity when it presents itself. I need to enjoy every moment of this heaven. So I take my time getting to know the curves I’d been dreaming about. I sweep my eyes down her petite frame, memorizing the erotic site before me. Her normally bright, clear eyes are hooded with arousal. Her head is tilted back against the wall, giving me full access to the white column of her neck. Her wild black hair tangles around her slim shoulders. Her milky skin is tinged with an unmistakable blush of excitement.

Her slender body is rocking forward against me; she seems lost in the sensations. I bite back a groan of satisfaction at the contact. Her plump, perky breasts are heaving against the confines of the stupid bunny costume she’s wearing. I want — no, need — to feel their softness.

I plunge one hand into the top of her costume and cup the heavy mound of flesh underneath. Victoria gelibolu escort whimpers quietly beneath me and arches forwards into my hands. I take my time massaging first one breast, then the other, as I continue to angle my hips forwards in a rhythm to match her own.

This girl is driving me insane. The way she reacts to my touch, the symphony of noises she makes, the feel of her cunt pressed against my cock. I’m like a blind man being introduced to color for the first time in my life. I’m drowning in the experience.

I slide a hand down between our bodies and free my aching cock from the confines of my zipper. I wouldn’t have pictured our first time to be like this, in the change room of a kitschy costume shop during working hours, but at this point I’m too far gone to care. All I can think about is finally encasing myself inside this girl’s tight pussy. I grab the edge of Victoria’s flimsy costume undies and rip them off her body in one smooth motion, positioning myself at her entrance.

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“Ow!” Reason finally penetrates through the lust filled haze of my mind as I feel the sharp snap of fabric pulling on my skin.

I can’t believe I let this escapade get so carried away. To be basically dry humping one of my coworkers on the company’s time! And not just anybody, Damien. The one man who drives me crazy on a daily basis.

I thump my fists against his chest, glaring, and attempt to push him away. Damien doesn’t move.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing??” I hiss, pitching my voice low so that it doesn’t carry outside where anyone might hear us.

Damien shrugs, a lazy smile playing over his lips as he glances down at me. “You seem to be enjoying it.”

That may be true, but I certainly wasn’t going to admit it. “I was not! In what world would I ever enjoy that with – yooou?”

The last word catches in my throat and comes out as a high pitched squeak as Damien lets his hips shift forwards just an inch. Just enough so that the head of his throbbing member grazes against my pussy lips. It feels so unbelievably good I nearly cum right there.

I gulp, almost hyperventilating in an effort to ignore my arousal. I feel the heat of embarrassment sweep over me as I notice Damien watching my rather pathetic struggle to control my body’s reactions.

“Get. Off. Me.” My voice is steel. Or at least I hope it is somewhat steel-like.

Damien chuckles and leans forward to whisper in my ear. “Are you sure you want me to do that, Victoria?”

But I don’t hear what he says. His motion caused his member to slide forwards even more, until he is pushing right against my entrance. I freeze, my breath caught in my lungs. I’m staring into Damien’s slate gray eyes in what I hope is an angry expression, but down where our bodies are semi-joined I can feel the walls of my vagina squeezing hungrily down on – nothing. The horrible, hollow, empty feeling is shooting tremors up and down my body. My legs shake beneath me.

Eyes pinned on my own, Damien pulls the top of my costume down an inch and exposes my nipples to the air. In one smooth motion, he bends over and takes one in his mouth. I almost melt as I feel his tongue flicker over the sensitive bud. All the while, his cockhead continues to slide up and down over my sensitive entrance.

The urge to simply give in, consequences and self-pride be damned, and feed Damien’s gigantic pulsing manhood inch by inch into my starving pussy is almost paralyzing in its fierceness. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to wrap my body around him and let him fuck me until I am a gooey, satisfied mess on the change room floor. But I can’t.

“This isn’t happening, Damien.” With a heroic effort, I push him away and turn to gather my things. “You’ve spent every day of the last six months finding ways to get on my nerves. You hate me, I know you do. So you’re cracked if you think I’m going to play your stupid little game.”

I straighten up and throw a glance in the mirror, fully prepared to meet Damien’s omnipresent smirk with a venomous glare of my own. Only he wasn’t smirking. For the first time since I’ve known him, Damien looks serious. Almost… repentant.

“I don’t hate you, Victoria.” He comes to stand behind me, eyes meeting my own I the mirror. “I swear. I apologize for teasing you in the past. I was stupid. I resented the fact that you got the position that I thought my father was going to give to me.” His hand reached up to sweep my hair off one shoulder, and he leaned down to press tentative kissed onto my skin. His expression in the reflection is earnest.

“I was mad at first, but I quickly realized that he was in the right. You are the sharpest associate we’ve ever had. And –” He cleared his throat noisily. “Once I got over my pigheadedness in the beginning, I’ve been kicking myself every day for how I treated you, because honestly I think you are amazing, and gorgeous, and sexy, and I might explode right now if you gemlik escort don’t let me fuck you.”

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Silence hung between us, thick and heavy after my confession. I hold my breath, counting to seconds, watching for Victoria’s reaction in the mirror in front of us.

Slowly, keeping her eyes locked on mine, the girl in front of me sweeps her thick mane of hair over one bare shoulder and leans forwards, steadying herself against the glass. Her slim hand reaches down between her legs and gentle fingers slide over my still hard cock. Carefully, she pumps her hand over my member a few times before bringing it poised against her entrance. She lets it slide languidly between her pussy lips until it is coated in her sweet juices.

My mouth is dry in anticipation. I can feel the wet heat of Victoria’s pussy wrapped around the tip of my cock; I can feel her juices dripping down my shaft. I am rock hard to the point of pain. Victoria withdraws her hand and braces herself firmly against he mirror. Her green eyes darken almost to black as she stares down at my cock. Her chin tilts as she gives me a small nod.

That was all the permission I needed. Grabbing Victoria’s hips in my hands, I begin to push myself forwards. I am rather large, so I force myself to move at a snail’s pace to give her body time to adjust to my girth. We both watch the mirror greedily as the purple head of my cock disappears, inch by inch, in between her pussy lips.

Ragged breathing filled the change room – my own. Victoria is giving off small, needy whimpers. Several long, agonizing, minutes pass before I’m fully sheathed inside of her. Her slick walls clamp down on me like a vice. She is so hot, so wet, so tight, that I almost blow my load right then and there.

I grit my teeth to maintain control over my own reactions. Slowly, I draw out and thrust back in again. And again. And again. With each unhurried filling of her pussy, Victoria lets out a needy moan. Her eyes drift closed in the mirror as she grinds her hips back against me, impaling herself completely on my hardness.

Just as I was about to thrust back in for the fourth time, voices sound. They’re loud and clear, obviously also in the change room. Likely just on the other side of the curtain. Macy and a store attendant.

Victoria’s eyes snap open in panic. She freezes, terrified, and makes silent, frantic gestures at me to stop my actions.

Damned if I was going to let those two ruin my fun.

Instead of pausing, I grin and bring a finger to my lips in a silent shushing motion; then I grab Victoria by the waist and skewer her forcefully down onto my cock.

Her mouth opens in a silent scream; her body tenses, rigid, against me. Her green eyes meet mine in the mirror in shock and then flutter back into her head in pleasure. Her pussy walls clamp down hard on my shaft as I continued to rock my hips against hers in steady, smooth, thrusts.

I reach around and push the rest of the flimsy corset down to bunch around her waist, freeing her breasts to my hungry gaze. The vision in the mirror is a veritable feast for the eyes. My strong frame towering over Victoria’s slender form. Her plump breasts bouncing wildly with each drive of my hips. All ten inches of my cock disappearing into her pussy again and again. I gently tilt Victoria’s head down so she could watch our bodies join together.

The girl in front of me begins to tremble, she bites down hard on her bottom lip as she struggles not to make a sound. Her slight figure convulses as I edge her closer and closer to orgasm. She shakes her head wildly in the mirror, warning me to stop, no, we were going to be overheard.

The only sound in the change room is the inane chatter Macy and the salesgirl, now moved into the stall next to us. Their cheery conversation continues and it’s obvious that they have no idea of the activity going on mere feet from them.

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Damien’s cock is hard and hot, stretching my pussy to the max. Each delicious drive of his hips stokes the fire building in my core. Fear and excitement rip through my body in equal measure. I felt deliciously full, every nerve in my pussy tingling. My body tenses, preparing to fall over the edge into oblivion.

Silently, I gesture at Damien, begging him to stop. If I explode right now there’s no way I’ll be able keep quiet. We’re going to get caught right here in the middle of the store. And I’ll probably get fired for unprofessional behavior.

My silent pleas fall on deaf ears. If anything, Damien increases his pace. He was all but pistoning into me now; his rock hard cock invading my body again and again.

I screw my eyes shut, arms braced in front of me. My body is helpless against Damien’s power. I can’t even begin to resist his administrations, and deep down I know I don’t really want to. Instead, I focus every last ounce of willpower I had left on keeping the climax that was threatening to overtake me at bay. Deep in my pussy, I can feel the ripples of a powerful orgasm building, but I’m fighting that inevitable tide with everything I have. The feeling is so strong I feel like the air is solidifying in my lungs. I am silently gasping, crying, lost in oblivion. I can feel myself losing the battle.

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It was a warm evening, in the middle of the Great British heatwave of 2018. Just as the hot sun was going down for the night, I noticed that look in your eyes, that cheeky glint. I’d seen it before, I knew what it meant and felt a wave of warmth curse through my body. Hairs standing on end, as if raising to attention in apprehension of your touch. I felt my mouth go dry and my breath quicken. Your smile widens, and I can see your love for me radiating from your gaze. Your lips parting entices me in to kiss you deeply and passionately. Our tongues dance around each other’s mouths as we enjoy the familiar taste.

You unzip my pink, tightly fitted dress and lift it over my head, caressing my body as you do so. I run my hands through your hair and pull off your shirt. Deeply staring into my eyes, before your gaze wanders to take in all of my body, clothed now only in a small red, lace bra which barely contains my sweet curves; alongside a matching lace thong, which I can feel dampening. gaziemir escort

You remove the remains of your clothes and your manhood springs free. I cannot help myself, but I bend down to taste you, first lightly licking the tops of your thighs, before gradually tasting your glistening head. My tongue runs up and down your shaft several times and I hear your moaning in pleasure. I attempt to take you all in and feel your hands in my hair guiding my pace. I feel you at the back of my throat and begin to massage your balls. Your moans continue as I take in as much as I can and savor your taste.

In one quick motion you lift me off and lay me down on the bed. “Relax, and enjoy what I have planned for you,” you whisper in my ear. Moving down my body, you start with my feet. Massaging them one at a time, softly at first and planting a light kiss on each toe. You work your way slowly up my body, rubbing my calves and thighs, right up to gelibolu escort my groin. You spend a few minutes working on my groin muscle “loosening you up” you say with a grin, before removing my damp thong. Continuing northwards, you reach my perky breasts and unhook my bra. Kneading them softly, before rolling my nipples through your fingers until they harden under your touch. “Just perfect” you mumble, more to yourself than to me, as you lick my nipple delicately at first, followed by gently clamping down with your teeth as I gasp in a mixture of pleasure and pain. Releasing the nipple, you notice that I’ve now developed a rosy flush along my chest and I am lightly panting.

You repeat the process with the other breast, before moving back down towards the centre of my legs and begin to caress my smooth outer lips. The warmth and wetness that has built up acts as a lubricant to help your fingers glide around my delicate area, occasionally brushing gemlik escort my clitoris; sending shivers down my spine.

Your fingers start to probe deeper into my core and I can hear and smell my own wetness. Suddenly, I feel your lips and tongue teasing my clit and I moan with pleasure. “I love your taste” you say, and I feel electricity curse through my body as the breath from those words warms me further. I feel my heart quicken and my breath hitches. I feel like I am soaring towards that happy, blissful place when you shift position and curve your fingers, finding my g-spot instantly. I thrive in pleasure and feel something building up inside me. Before I know it you pump your fingers inside me with extra force, I tip over the edge and feel an immense explosion throughout my whole body. I cry out in pleasure as I feel the warmth of the orgasm spurt between my legs, as you greedily lap it all up, pulling out my orgasm for as long as possible. Just as I am riding the wave down, you kiss me deeply and I can taste myself on your lips.

“You look beautiful when you come, and I love to pleasure you in such a way” you whisper in my ear. “I plan on pleasuring you in every imaginable way all night long” and I shiver with excitement; wondering what else he has planned.

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We have finally arranged for me to be able to cook dinner for you. I am just about to start prepping some vegetables when you arrive. After letting you in and some warmup kissing, you follow me back to the kitchen. When I go to the counter to continue with the veggies you come up behind me and wrap your arms around me.

‘Is there anything I can help with?’ you ask. I answer that I like what you are doing already.

‘OK, do you like this even more?’ you ask as your hands go under my shirt and search out my nipples.

‘You know I love that,’ I say.

It takes only a minute or so of this along with your kisses on my neck for me to be very aroused. You move one hand down to my pants and find me quite hard. ‘Oh, oh, I think I am distracting you. Maybe I should stop.’ you say teasingly.

‘Please don’t stop,’ I say.

‘How about if I stop playing with your nipples so that I can concentrate more on your perfectly balanced cock?’ you ask.

‘I would be ok with that,’ I respond.

You undo my pants and help me out of them and begin playing with my hard cock while still standing behind me. After another minute or so you stop just long enough to pull your top and bra off and then you slide between me and the counter. My cock is right at your face level and you start to kiss and lick me. You then kneel up a little higher so that you can rub my cock on your titties. You playfully smack the head against your nipples, gürsu escort suck on it a little more and then repeat.

‘I want to make you cum sweety. I am going to suck you and stroke you until you cum. Where would you most like to cum? On my titties? In my mouth? you ask as you take my cock back into your mouth.

When I look down your beautiful eyes are looking up at me and you are smiling as best you can with a mouthful of cock. One hand is on my ass pulling me forward the other is playing with my balls. You start bobbing your head up and down quickly on my cock. You take a short break for air and your hand starts pumping up and down on my slick cock. After a few strokes your mouth goes back to work. My cock is getting harder and harder all the time. When you take the hand from my ass and reach up for my nipple I drop the knife I was using. You notice the change in my breathing and know that you are getting close to your goal. ‘Are you going to cum for me luv? Are you going to shoot your load down my throat? Please sweety, please cum for me’ you beg.

Your mouth closes on me once again and I feel a tingle in my balls that tells me I am close. I put my hands on the side of your head and match the rhythm of your bobbing with gentle thrusts of my hips. You take your second hand and move it to the other nipple and push me over the edge. I groan loudly as my cock explodes in your mouth, shot hendek escort after shot, as you suck down all you can. You look up again at me smiling again.

You continue to gently stroke and lick at me as my orgasm subsides. When the strength in my legs returns I lift you up and thank you and then begin to lick and suck at your titties. My hands work at getting the rest of your clothes off and soon we have swapped positions. My tongue is licking back and forth between your clit and your wet pussy. My hand is on your ass pulling you towards me just as you did. You lean forward to support yourself on the counter as the happiness between your legs grows. As I feel your hips begin to grind I decide to focus my tongue and lips on your clit and let your pussy enjoy some finger fucking. Your quiet moans get just a little louder when I move my other hand up to play with your nipples. I gently pull on them, flick at them and roll them between my thumb and forefinger. Your pussy is so wet I am able to easily slide a second finger alongside the first. This turns out to be the trigger you needed. in just a few more seconds I feel you pussy squeeze tight on my fingers, your hips thrust hard on to my tongue and I hear you whisper ‘ohhh please don’t stop, I am cumminggggggg’.

As you are still reeling from your orgasm I stand and pick you up and carry you to the table. As I sit you on the table you feel my hard cock ilkadım escort between us. ‘You are hard again? Already?’ you ask incredulously.

‘I appear to be, in fact I am not sure it ever really went away. Lie back please.’ I say.

As you lie back on the table, not yet fully recovered, you feel my cock enter your still dripping pussy. I lift your legs up, put them on my chest and wrap my arms around them. You reach out to hold the edges of the table as I start to thrust in and out. Your pussy is quick to react. The previous fingering did not fully satisfy your desire to be penetrated. I can feel your pussy clenching and releasing as I fuck into you over and over. Originally my only thought was making you cum again as I didn’t think there was another in me, but now I am not so sure.

I continue my thrusting into you and start asking you if you are ready to cum again. I tell you I want to feel you cum on my cock, I want to see you pretty face in the throes of orgasm. When you suddenly let out a loud moan and start begging me to fuck you harder, I realize that I am going to cum again too. I look down at you and tell you to hold on for just a minute so we can come together. Your eyes open in disbelief. ‘Really? Oh Please cum with me! Fill my pussy just like to filled my mouth. Come on baby, Cum for me, I am there, please fuck me hard and shoot your cum in me! Now!’

I increase my thrusting as you talk to me and as you yell ‘Now!’ I let loose another series of shots, this time deep inside your spasming pussy. Our orgasms go on for what seems like forever. I put your legs down to each side of me and lean forward to kiss you. ‘I could definitely get used to you cooking for me’, you whisper between breaths.

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Daniel showered and thought back on the amazing morning he had had. The house phone rang as he left the shower. He warily answered it.

“Hello.” he wheezed.

“Mr. Masters?” a voice asked.

Daniel froze.

It was Holly Grayson from next door. She must have been home.

He regained his composure and said “Yes?”

“Mr. Masters. Can you call over here? I need your help and my parents are at work.” she said.

“Sure.” he replied and the line cut off.

He got dressed and cleaned himself up.

He popped next door and stood on the porch for a moment, brain whirring in case of the worst.

Holly opened the door almost immediately and gestured him in.

She was nineteen, just started college. She had long blonde hair and green eyes framed by a plain black pair of glasses. She wore a long sleeved white t-shirt with black stripes, a denim miniskirt and black Converse. She was tall, like Emily. Holly was nerdy and sweet, with a crooked smile that was endearing.

She shut the door after him.

“So, Holly. You said you needed help?” Daniel asked, eager to be in and out.

“I’m happy you’re here, I thought you’d have work.” she said, her naturally husky voice was doing no favours to Daniel’s focus.

“I’m actually sick.” he answered coolly.

“Same here.” Holly replied, with a sly wink.

She started walking up the stairs. Daniel followed mutely, hoping this would be brief.

Holly led him onto a landing and paused at the nearest door.

“One sec.” she said and opened the door slightly and peered in.

She had her ass stuck out in the denim miniskirt and her back arched. Daniel felt a hunger that he didn’t expect then.

“All clear.” she chuckled and opened the door.

She walked into her bedroom. It was dominated by an unmade king-sized bed.

“Mr. Masters, I was taking a day off from college today.” she said, in an unfamiliar tone.

Daniel felt his blood turn to ice, he knew where this was going.

“I got up to make some coffee when I saw you in your back garden with your maid.” she said.

“Ok Holly. What do you want?” Daniel asked.

She turned to face him with an almost bashful expression.

“Well Mr. Masters I saw her leave, I know that Rachel is generally pretty busy and that you may be still a bit ‘fired up’.” she said softly and slowly walked towards Daniel.

“I know I’m still a girne escort bit ‘fired up’ and I was up here.” she admitted, blushing.

Daniel was in shock registering the connotation of what was being said.

“So how about we just have a bit of fun on our day off?” she smirked and stood in front of him.

He weighed up the situation. She wasn’t wrong about his readiness and Daniel felt himself aroused by the impure thoughts he had just had about Holly.

“OK. If this were to occur.” he said, Holly’s expression lighting up.

“There would be rules.” he said firmly.

“One” Holly began. “Not a word to Mrs. Masters or my parents.”

Daniel nodded, inwardly thrilled at Holly’s insight.

“Two, this is today. I’m not looking for a married boyfriend. Having a regular one is tricky enough.” she joked.

Daniel’s ego flared at the attention she was giving him and that he was worth cheating on her boyfriend.

“Three” Daniel began, trying to regain control. “If you want to be fucked by a married man, then no condoms.” he said.

Holly’s smirk broadened at this. “Well, I’m not on the pill. So, this ought to be very interesting.” she purred.

Daniel stepped just in front of her, her fingers already trailing down his chest.

“Four. We wrap this all up by 4.” Daniel said. Holly grabbed his belt and unbuckled it quickly.

“Mmm, sounds good to me.” she said slyly.

“Now, can I have my first taste of married cock?” she asked wide-eyed as she reached into his pants and grasped his cock.

“Yes you may.” Daniel gasped as Holly dropped to her knees and wrapped her soft red lips around his shaft.

Her mouth was the perfect balance of warm and wet. Daniel cursed at the exquisite pleasure he was feeling. Holly certainly had either remarkable natural talent or had spent high school leading a double life. Top grades in the class and being ‘very friendly’, especially to guys.

Not that Daniel cared regarding her promiscuity, he had leaned back as this not so innocent blonde worshipped his cock with her mouth.

“Oh fuck me.” Daniel gasped. Holly let his cock pop out of her mouth. “Well that’s the plan Mr. Masters.” Holly giggled.

“You certainly know what you’re doing.” Daniel sighed, as Holly grinned at him while jerking him off.

“Well. Being as nerdy and innocent looking as me, most girls didn’t suspect that I was mastering gölcük escort these skills on their boyfriends.” Holly admitted with a smirk.

“I thought you had the skills of a slut.” Daniel replied.

Holly’s face shifted to a naïve looking expression, despite her hand stroking him expertly. “But, Mr. Masters, I’ve only had sex with one boy. I just gave some other boys who needed it a hand, and sometimes to stop them making a mess I used my mouth.” Holly answered sweetly.

“Well Holly, today you’re going to use your pussy to stop me making a mess.” Daniel growled.

“I don’t want my bedroom to be a mess and I’m meeting my boyfriend later. So I can’t have a ‘different’ taste in my mouth. So I guess you’re right Mr. Masters.” Holly agreed with a wicked grin.

“Holly. Take everything off.” Daniel ordered.

Holly pulled of her t-shirt to reveal a red lacy bra that held her small pert breasts in place. She had a nice figure that suited her well. She slid her skirt down, revealing matching red lacy panties.

“Holly. Stop.” Daniel said.

Holly paused, looking confused.

Daniel took out of his phone and pointed it at her.

“Smile.” Daniel said.

Holly chuckled and posed several times as Daniel took photos.

She then took off her shoes and socks. Daniel undressed himself entirely as she revealed her naked body. She had a small triangle of hair pointing down to her pussy.

Daniel was thrilled, he couldn’t believe he was about to plunge his bare cock inside a teenager.

“Holly, lie back on the bed. You’re about to have a man inside you.” Daniel ordered.

“Can we try doggy after?” Holly asked sweetly, as she lay back on her teenage bed and spread her legs.

“Yes Holly. We can after.” Daniel promised as he lined up his throbbing cock to her young entrance.

He slowly pressed on the gap in her lips and eased his cock inside her. Holly gasped and arched her back as the thick intruder began to force its way into her young tightness.

“You’re going to split me in half.” Holly groaned as Daniel buried his cock deeper inside her. Holly’s eyelids fluttered as his cock passed further inside than her boyfriend had ever reached. She could feel his bare cock pressing out against her fleshy walls blissfully.

“Now I get why they always told us about condoms in high school.” Holly sighed.

“If they didn’t, you’d all only göztepe escort do this.” Daniel added, further claiming her teen pussy.

‘Mmm, Daniel’s right. But I’m unsure to tell Toby that. Maybe just a few of his friends, I’d enjoy the practice.’ Holly thought deliciously to herself.

Eventually, Daniel reached as deep as Holly was and withdrew his cock.

“I can’t believe you opened me up enough to take all that.” Holly sighed, just before Daniel thrust his entire cock inside her in one fluid thrust.

“Fuck!” Holly exclaimed. Daniel set to pistoning in and out of her pussy. “Oh fuck. This is what real sex is, isn’t it?” Holly asked.

“Nearly.” Daniel grunted and he moved Holly so they were in the doggystyle position.

He grasped her by the curve of her hips and slammed his cock inside her. The jolt ran up Holly’s body and her glasses skewed.

Daniel proceeded to fuck Holly hard, plunging into her young depths. Holly’s face contorted with pleasure as Daniel manhandled her in a way that set her pussy tingling.

“Mr. Masters, I’m about to-” Holly began huskily before the orgasm washed over her.

She cried out hoarsely with pleasure and her pussy convulsed around Daniel’s cock that was still hammering her. Daniel grinned as Holly came, her young cum coating his cock. ‘Now, to give this slut a new experience that she’ll remember forever.’ Daniel thought to himself as he felt his own cum rise.

“Holly. I’m close.” Daniel gasped. Holly smirked to herself, flush with carnal thrill.

“Please Mr. Masters, fill me up.” Holly begged.

Daniel thrust one last time and exploded inside Holly’s fertile, young cunt. His seed flowed into her and filled her. “Mmmm.” Holly moaned as she felt her womb fill for the first time in her life. ‘I am definitely doing this again.’ Holly promised to herself.

‘Well, that’s the first teenager claimed in a long time.’ Daniel thought gleefully.

They both fell back on Holly’s bed.

“Best day off ever.” Holly said.

“Yeah.” Daniel agreed and rolled over. He kissed Holly deeply, like a lover would.

He broke the kiss. “How about you give my cock a work over?” Daniel asked Holly.

She shook her head slowly. “I told you I’m meeting my boyfriend later.” Holly reminded him, yet she drifted down towards his waist.

Daniel watched as she looked up at him with a disapproving look, just before she took his cock reverently into her mouth.

She worked it over adeptly and once she let it pop out of her mouth every drop of their cum was flowing down her throat.

Daniel heard his phone and answered it.

“Daniel, Something happened at work. I’m on my way home.” Rachel said curtly and hung up.

Fuck.

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It had been 2 months since I had last seen or heard from Samantha during that night when I filled her deeply with my cock, and shot my seed deep within her womb. Even though she wanted to get pregnant, I wasn’t really expecting that one night to result in a child, not that another pregnant woman in my life would be unwelcome. So I can say I was just a little surprised when I got home, with my wife, and our now 6 month old son, and find a message from Sam asking that I call her as soon as I got the message.

I made an excuse to go to my den and picked up my cell phone, dialing her number, while I recalled the details of that night. I had never been with a woman that needed love that much and she had needed it so much, that it took rather little stimulation to get her to cum all over me.

Samantha answered the phone meekly, asking who was calling.

“It’s me Sam” I answered her in a quite voice

“Oh, I am so glad you got my message, I am so scared and I don’t know what I should do. I figured I could count on you since this involves you.”

Excitement drew over me, I knew now part of what I was about to be told, and I was screaming inside knowing I would get to plunge deep into pregnant pussy for another few months.

“What has happened Sam? What is wrong?”

“Vince left me today, I missed my second period in a row, we have been arguing about it for days since he found out, and he knew it couldn’t be his since he didn’t sleep with me very often, and never without protection. I am all alone, and 2 months pregnant with our love child. I hate being alone in this house, would you come over at least for a while and talk with me?”

“I could never deny a request like that, you are pregnant with my baby, and I will always be there for both of you. I will be over as soon as I can, just stay there and wait, and until I get a chance to figure things out, please keep this between us.”

“Ok, hurry though; I really do hate being alone here.”

I hung up the phone, took care of a couple small household tasks and let my wife know I was going out for a while to visit a friend. She gave me a small kiss, and I gave my son a hug goodbye, and then walked out the door.

The whole drive over to her house my cock was getting harder and harder as I thought about what was waiting for me when I got there. She may not be showing yet, but I know for a fact she has my baby inside her and that was enough for me. Not only that but she needed and wanted me to be there with her.

Knocking on her door, and waiting for an answer was almost unbearable, I wanted to take her into my arms, kiss her and take her right there in the open, but I knew I would have to have a bit more patience than that.

She answered wearing only her nighty, and a thin silk robe, I almost lost it right there. I entered her apartment without a word, not truly knowing girne escort what to expect from her. She grabbed me in a tight hug, and began to cry.

“I knew you would come. Ever since the last night we saw each other, since we shared in creating life” she said pulling away and rubbing her abdomen, “I knew you were a caring man.”

Nothing would come from my mouth, it was all I could do to sit there and admire her beautiful body, she definitely had the glow of a pregnant woman about her.

“You know I could never abandon my baby, or it’s beautifully radiant mother.”

A small smile emerged on her face.

I reached down to feel her belly which would soon be growing with my baby; I lifted her nighty up and felt the smooth skin underneath, caressing her back and forth with gentle motions. She almost melted right there, I could tell she hadn’t been lying when she said that her and Vince hadn’t been having sex. His loss.

“I will always make sure the two of you are taken care of that is my promise to you, Sam, and I will always be here to make you feel better when you are down, and I am someone you can count on.”

Sam just started weeping again, a sure sign of pregnancy hormones running wild in her body. I picked her up gently and carried her back to her bedroom. I could smell her pleasant musky scent as I held her close to my body.

As we reach the bedroom, she looked up from her tears and looked directly into my eyes, she didn’t say anything out loud, but her eyes told me she needed and wanted this. After a slow nod, I pushed open the door to reveal her bed and lay her gently down upon it. It was only then that I actually noticed she wasn’t wearing any underwear, only the nighty. My semi-hard dick suddenly jumped to attention again, she was beautiful laying there, only the pale light from the sun outside bathing her skin in an almost angelic aura.

It was not difficult undressing her, I slipped the robe off, and pulled the nighty up over her head, not once did she say anything as I did, she just gazed at me wantonly, her eyes begging me to hurry. As quickly as I could, while my beautiful bedmate lay naked there on the bed before me, I disrobed, pulling off my shirt, pants, and underwear, until I was completely naked too.

Kneeling before her bed, I ran my and up and down the entirety of her body, from her soft cheeks, down to the soles of her beautiful feet, being sure to pay special attention to the areas most sensitive to touch. I could see while she lay there, that she had indeed started to grow in the belly, she had a small bump, even at this early stage.

She grabbed the hand that was caressing her, and without a word, directed it right where she wanted it. I took the hint and rubbed her clit with middle finger, occasionally dipping down into her to moisten it. It had been so gölcük escort long for her, she needed it so much, that I had barely started what I was doing when she orgasmed for the first time. I didn’t stop, and she didn’t want to let me she held me there with her free arm. I inserted to of my fingers inside her, curving them slightly upward as I pushed them in and out, so as to stimulate her g-spot. As I slowly pulled my fingers out, and pushed them back in, repeating in a rhythmic pace, I brought my mouth down to her parted lips and sucked upon her clit, flicking my tongue over and around it as I did. The pleasure she felt translated into her thrusting her hips upward, making my vantage easier to provide her pleasure. She held the back of my head down to her warm moist vagina, allowing me to drink in her musky scent as I pleasured her with my tongue. The steady rhythm combined of my tongue on her clit, and my fingers thrusting in and out of her eventually brought her to her second orgasm of the night.

She had barely given me a second to breath after getting her to cum twice, before she flipped me over wordlessly and straddled my chest, bringing her mouth down on my stiff rod. I could barely move, she was holding me down, but I wasn’t objecting to it. She was a master, swirling her tongue around my head, and stroking her hand up and down my long shaft. Several times I came close to loosing my load in her mouth, but she truly had knowledge about technique, and masterfully avoided such an incident, saying to me “I wouldn’t want to have you finish to early.”

I didn’t want to cum in her mouth, not today at least, I wanted to fill her with my seed again, and I told her so.

She crept slowly off of me, and stood up. I quickly followed her to her new chosen position by her dresser, and picked her up high enough to rest her on the top, giving me access to drive deep inside her. I stood there teasing her by inserting the tip of my rock hard cock in, then pulling away, giving only the slightest sensations of lustful pleasure to her. On about the third or fourth time I did this, she decided she couldn’t take any more, and grabbed my ass, pulling me hard against her, and forcing me deep inside. The warm smooth sensation of her pussy enveloped my member with each thrust, her juices dripping out of her, down my dick, and drenching my balls which were now aching to release everything they had inside her.

With each thrust in, she matched the movements to maximize the pleasure for both of us, and providing me deep access, causing me to hit the cervix. As I stood there holding her up on the dresser, and pressing into her deeply, she continued to grab my ass and pull me in. I couldn’t hold back any more, I fell shot after shot of cum filling her deeply. As my motions slowed she held me close to her, in an almost tired grip. I carried göztepe escort her back to the bed, and laid her back down. I wasn’t through yet though, I had one more activity for her.

I spread her silky legs apart again, and I could see my milky juice filling her hole. I bent my head down and began to eat her clit again, occasionally flicking my tongue down and inserting it into her cum filled pussy, allowing me to taste of our sexual experience, and bring some of it up to lubricate as well. I had never done anything like this, but the combination of knowing I was fucking my pregnant lover, and the taste of my own salty cum, lent itself to one of the most erotic sessions of love making I had ever had. Once again, I felt the now familiar movements within her signaling that I had brought her to orgasm. I licked her pussy clean of my cum, and swallowed it before taking my place beside her on the bed.

I slung my arm over her tired body, and pulled her close to me in a naked spoon. It wasn’t until then that she began to wonder if we might have hurt the baby. Every woman who is in a first time pregnancy has worries about sex while pregnant.

“I hope the baby is going to be ok, I wonder if we did the right thing, I mean you were hitting my cervix hard when I was pulling you inside me. I just hope we did the right thing.”

“My wife and I had sex many time while she was pregnant with our son, there is nothing to worry about, the body expects you to have sex during pregnancy and is prepared for it, and sometimes the urges are even stronger due to hormonal changes”

At mention of my wife she began to cry softly again, clearly afraid she would lose me.

“I will not leave you here alone, I will talk to my wife, let her know what the situation is, and figure out a way for you to move in with us.”

We lay there cuddling until she drifted off to sleep. I got up, dressed, and made my way to the car, I had to go home and talk to my wife.

The long drive home wasn’t nearly as exciting as the ride there. While I am sure my wife will be somewhat understanding, it doesn’t change the fact that I had omitted truths from her while I was doing it.

I pulled into my driveway, and walked up the path to the front door, pausing only a second, before I turned the handle and entered. I called out to my wife, who responded that she was upstairs. I climbed the stairs hesitantly, and once at the top headed straight for our bedroom, where I knew she would be. I found her in the master bathroom off our bedroom, looking into the mirror.

“Hey, honey…” before I could finish telling her that I had something we needed to talk about she turned to me with a look of shock on her face. I looked down and she was holding a pregnancy test in her hands, a long blue strip in both windows indicating that it was positive.

“I wasn’t sure until now. I have missed my last two periods, I thought it was just a fluke from the breastfeeding, but I began to suspect it may be possible, and I waited until you left to take the test.”

I was speechless, I had no idea what to say, I was now going to have two pregnant women at the same time.

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I am completely lost. You are gripping my hips so tightly and holding me up and I am lost, panting my way down the other side of a long and hard orgasm. You are sliding your hard tongue over my swollen clit and I can’t, I can’t take it anymore. Enough, I say. Enough. I am breathing so hard I am lightheaded, and I’m afraid I am going to pass out. I bring my hands to your face and try to stop you. I push back on the window and you pull your face out of my cunt. Your face is covered in my juices and you look up at me with such lust, but, I can’t.

I can’t, I say, trying to catch my breath.

You wipe your face on my thigh and move your hands up my legs as you stand. I start to crumple to the ground and you catch me, holding me up until you have enough balance to lift me up in your arms and take me over to the bed. I wrap my arms around your neck, thankful for the support. I am still beside myself in my recovery. I have never cum that hard and that long before. You set me down on the bed and stand up to look at me. You take me all in, looking me up and down. You are still completely dressed in your suit and tie and I love being naked in front of you, love the way you are looking at me. But, I can’t.

I can’t, I say.

Can’t what? You ask.

I can’t. It’s all I can think of to say.

You can’t cum for me? But you just did.

Yes. I did. But I can’t anymore.

He was too rough with you.

Yes.

But I promised you I wouldn’t be. Do you trust me? You look at me, searching my face for an answer.

Yes, I say, but I don’t know you.

You just need some time, you say. You go over and get the champagne glasses and bring them back to the nightstand. You dip a finger into one of the glasses and then bring it over to rub on my right nipple. You bend over and suck on it, pulling it up and stretching it. I arch my back up to your warm mouth.

You sit on the bed facing me and place your hand on my belly. I am sleepy and spent and sore. I still like being naked next to you in your suit and tie. inegöl escort You lean over and take my nipple in your mouth again, licking slowly and languidly. Before I know it your fingers are on my pussy, gently slipping all the wetness around and bringing it up to my swollen clit. Everything is soft and slow and I close my eyes.

You don’t have to cum, you say. Just enjoy it.

I’m going to fall asleep, I say. I look at you watching me. I move my hips with the rhythm of your slow hand.

That’s okay, you say, moving on to lick my other nipple. You continue stroking my nipple with your tongue at the same steady pace as you stroke my slippery clit. I am getting aroused not just by what you are doing, but the fact that you are still in your suit. You tie is draped over my arm and I turn my head so I am looking at your chest as you stroke me. Your jacket is open and hugging your shoulders. I see the bulge in your pants and I think how sexy it is to see a grown man in a suit with a hard-on.

My orgasm starts so slowly I barely feel where my enjoyment of what you are doing ends and the orgasm begins, but soon I am rising up to your hand and groaning out at the pleasure. It’s one of those soft and sweet orgasms, the kind that usually comes in the morning when you’re half asleep and still groggy from a night of fast and hard sex. Ummmmm. You suck my nipple and stroke it with your tongue and then lift your head to watch me. I groan my way through it, watching how you watch me and it all feels so sexy. When I’m done, you leave your stilled fingers on my clit, just holding them there as I squirm beneath them, still raising my hips in the aftermath. I realize this is also one of those sweet orgasms that lingers. Your fingers stay pressed against my clit and I feel the buzzing of energy in my pussy, a tension that was not thoroughly released.

You lean over and kiss me, soft lips and tongue. I still taste myself on your tongue and lips. When you pull back, you ask, Do you mind if I join you in bed? ipekyolu escort You start sliding your fingers down to my wet hole, spreading my juices over my entire pussy.

I groan. Please, I say. But take your clothes off. I want to feel your skin up against me.

You take your fingers away and I am sorry for that. I groan. You stand up, looking at me as you start untying your tie. You are, as usual, slow and deliberate. As you undress, I imagine how you got dressed this morning, what you were thinking, if you were wondering about me and what might happen. If you got hard thinking about the possibilities, and if you picked your suit and tie for the day in anticipation of what might be. You’ve chosen a light gray summer suit, my favorite on men because it is easier to see the body beneath, and a red tie. And I do like your body, the length and athleticism of it. But the tie. Well. You wear it very well. There is a certain kind of man who can wear a red tie naturally. Most men who wear them use it as a façade, a symbol signifying something they wish or strive for (power, control, prestige) but do not naturally possess. But you. You have a presence that others immediately recognize as different, elevated. On you, the red tie simply signifies your natural born position as a leader. There is nothing posturing about your tie.

I recognize this because I have the same kind of presence packaged in a female body. I have risen through the ranks of my company to a position of power no other woman has achieved. I have done so because I am good at my job and I know how to lead men and women with firmness and fairness. And as a woman, I have to maintain my reputation as being tough-minded and without any weakness that could be exploited. That is why I have never dated within my company or even my field. Men below my level in the company, men who I have been terribly attracted to, have tried to seduce me over the years.

Most of these men wanted me only because they thought sex would diminish me. I had iskenderun escort been promoted over them for obvious and legitimate reasons and they wanted to prove that I was just a woman afterall, a cunt who could be ultimately conquered in the bedroom. And I always resist. For one, the resistance shows that I have more control than they assume, and second, the fact that I never succumbed left them wanting to fuck me just for the sake of knowing what it was like to fuck me. And this brings me great satisfaction, knowing there are men in powerful positions who want to fuck me but know they will always be denied. I’m sure I don’t need to bother explaining about all the fresh-faced college graduates that come and go in the company and their surreptitious glances at my tits, their bulging crotches and trips to the bathroom. They are a horny and amusing bunch, and they really have no idea what they are wishing for.

And perhaps this explains why I ultimately answered the Craigslist ad the man placed. Because while I enjoy denying my colleagues, I am still a very sexual woman with strong needs, primal needs that include submission at times. I knew from the tower address he gave that he had no relation to my field or company. And then there was you. And now you are undressing in front of me. What has transpired over the last few weeks has led me to being here in a hotel room completely and utterly spent. I have submitted myself over and over again. I was taken with such force and anger by the man today and now moved to multiple orgasms almost against my will by you, and I feel all of my control entirely erased. I lay before you with no will to do anything but submit. I am entirely in your hands. And part of me knows how dangerous this is for a woman like me, but I am so without willpower that I can only think sleepily that at least they are good hands. I think that you have given me every reason to trust that you will not abuse your power over me.

You are naked now, so beautifully naked with your cock standing at attention, and you reach over to pull the comforter down and get us under the sheets. You slip in beside me, turning me onto my side and pulling me tight up against your long body. My back is up against your hard chest, my ass is pressed against your hard cock, and your big hand grasps my breast as I sigh and settle into sleep.

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“How’s it going so far?” Doctor Williams asked.

“So far, it going well,” Jennifer answered. “The simulation is stable and her vital signs are normal.”

“Good, I just hope that nothing goes wrong this time.”

****

“Hello there” said a masculine voice behind Lisa. She jumped and spun around to see a very attractive man holding a towel. “I’m very sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”

Lisa giggled and said, “That’s alright.” She smiled,” I guess I’m just a little nervous. This is my first time here.”

“Well, if you’re that tense, then you should have come to see me sooner.” He smiled back at her and offered his hand. “My name is Jack.”

“Lisa,” she responded as she shook his hand. “Why don’t you hop up on the table and we can get started.” He patted the table and then turned around to get something out of a cabinet.

Lisa opened up her towel and took a quick look down. Her body looked exactly as it did in the real world. She got up on the table and laid face down upon it. She heard the man rub his hands together as he walked up to her. When he placed his hands on her back and started rubbing, Lisa jumped. “Are you alright?” her asked.

“Yes, I’m fine. That just surprised me,” Lisa replied. “It felt so real.”

“I should hope so,” Jack said, sounding a little surprised at her response.

He doesn’t know he’s a simulation, Lisa thought.

Jack’s hands were quite strong, and the oil he was rubbing on her back smelled of jasmine. His hands pressed hard into her muscles, but not so hard as to cause pain. He must have felt a knot in her back because he started to concentrate his efforts into one place. Lisa let out a loan moan as she felt the tension drain away.

Jack’s hands moved down her body to her legs. He squeezed the back of her thighs and ran his hand down the length of the leg all the way to her feet. He ran his hand along the inside of her thighs on the way back up. His hands stopped at where her legs met, but as her continued massaging her legs this way, Lisa’s thighs would get farther apart. After a few minutes his hands brushed up against Lisa’s swollen outer lips. An electric shock seemed to pass through her body. Well, I know THAT part of the suit is working, Lisa joked to herself.

Jack then started to rub the sweet smelling oil onto her ass. Lisa moaned even louder this time and started to feel a tingling from her vagina. He took a cheek in each of his hands and rotated them in opposite directions. Lisa had to bite her lip to keep quiet since this motion made her pussy lips rub against each other. He leaned in close. “Roll over onto your back,” he whispered into her ear.

As Lisa rolled over, she saw Jack apply more oil to his hands. He took her hand and started to rub her palm and up her arm. He stopped when he got to her armpit and walked over to her other side. This time when he got to the end of her arm he started to rub up and down the sides of her ribcage. When he reached the last rib, his hands moved up to her chest.

Just then, Jack started to get inegöl escort fuzzy, like a television signal that was too weak. Lisa looked around but everything else seemed to be fine. There must be a glitch in the program, Lisa thought. I should remember to tell Dr. Williams about it. Jack started to phase back in. He looked down at his hands and smiled, then he put them back onto Lisa’s chest.

****

Jennifer dropped her pencil on the floor. As she bent over to pick it up, she didn’t notice the monitor she was watching blank out for a second. It continued its readout of Lisa’s vital signs by the time she got up off the floor.

****

Jacks hands moved slowly, rubbing his way up to her breasts. He lightly touched the outside of her breasts with slow circles that went all the way around it. The circles got smaller and smaller. As he got closer to her nipples he slowed down. When he finally touched the edge of her areolas, she let out a gasp. He continued to trace a circle around the pale pink skin as it started to crinkle up. With her eyes shut, it felt to Lisa like he was staying in the same spot for hours when he stopped touching her. She opened her eyes and let out a disappointed whimper. Before she could say anything though, Jack grabbed both breasts at once and rubbed his slick palms over her nipples. Lisa couldn’t control herself and let out a scream as her vagina started to twitch.

After a glorious few minutes, Lisa felt like she would come just from this stimulation alone. As she felt herself nearing the edge, Jack took his hands away. She was about to protest when Jack put his finger up to his mouth. “Shhh.” He placed his fingertip between her breasts and dragged it down her body. When touched the spot where her pubic hair used to be, he cut to the left and went down her leg. When he got to her toes, Jack started to rub them, but the moment his fingers touched the underside of her feet she started to giggle.

“Stop!” Lisa screamed as she pulled her foot away from him. “I’m ticklish.”

“Really,” he said with a sly grin. “Well, this is a test of your tactile suit. This is something else I must check.” He grabbed her ankle and raked his fingers along the sole of her foot. She screamed with laughter and kicked wildly at the tickling sensation. Jack lost his hold on her ankle and said, “I can’t exactly test your ticklish response if you don’t stop moving.” He paused. “I guess I’ll have to tie you up.” There was a flash of light and then Lisa noticed that her hands were tied down over her head. Her legs were also fastened to the end of the table spread wide open.

Lisa struggled against her bonds, but she was held fast. Jack pulled a stool up to her feet, and sat down. Just as he started to tickle her again it hit her…I thought he didn’t know this was a simulation.

****

“What’s going on?” Dr. Williams asked as she ran into the lab. “Why is she laughing?”

“I don’t know,” Jennifer said. “I just lost control of the simulation.”

“Get her out of there now!!!”

“I ipekyolu escort can’t. Not until I can get control over the program again and shut it down safely. If I don’t we’ll lose another one.”

****

“Who or what are you?” Lisa asked between gasps.

Jack stopped. “I was a test subject just like you a year ago. They didn’t have all the bugs worked out then. I went into the simulation and something happened. I don’t know what. It could have been a lightning strike, or a brown out. Hell, it could have just been that someone tripped over the power cord. All I know is that I’ve been trapped inside this damned computer, alone for the past year.” He stood up and walked over to Lisa’s head. “But know I have you here to play with.”

He smiled and held up his hand. He snapped his fingers and a long stiff feather appeared in his hand out of nowhere. “I’ve learned how to control my environment in my long exile.” He brought the feather down on Lisa’s armpit causing her to writhe in hysterics. “I am a god here Lisa. Would you like to be my Goddess?”

“Ahahahhahhaa!!! NO!! Ahahhhaaaha!!! Let me out of here! Ahahhhaaha!”

“That’s too bad. I guess I’m gonna have to convince you then.”

Jack snapped the fingers of his free hand and two machines appeared at the end of the table. The machine held two soft bristled brushes, one at each of Lisa’s feet. The brushes each spun in circles while also moving up and down. Lisa was screaming with laughter. Jack produced another feather and was now running both of them up and down her bound arms. Lisa tried to wiggle out of the way of the feathers but was tied up so tightly that she couldn’t move an inch.

Jack dropped the feathers. They vanished in a flash of light before they hit the ground. He bent over Lisa’s body and attacked her ribs with his bare hands. Lisa was now laughing so hard that all she could do was gasp for air. Jack tried to kiss her but she turned her head away quickly. “Fine then,” Jack said in a disgusted tone. He backed away from her, and snapped his fingers again.

Two new machines appeared on either side of the table. Each one had two attachments: One with a half dozen rotating feathers against her armpits, and another in the shape of a wiggling hand digging into her sides. Jack laughed as he just stood there watching with a sadistic grin on his face.

Lisa was in agony. Her lungs ached from laughing and she thought she was going to go insane from the ticklish irritation. There was nowhere he could move to get away from Jack’s tickle machines. Her lungs ached and her stomach was all tensed up. She didn’t know how much longer she could take it.

After a few minutes of this, Jack walked up to Lisa. Lisa didn’t see her since her eyes were closed with an expression of anguish/joy on her face. He leaned over her writhing body and sucked one of her erect nipples into her mouth. With that one act the tickling sensations took on a new form. They were no longer just irritating, but erotic too.

Jack reached over and started iskenderun escort to caress her other breast as he sucked and licked on her nipple. The combination of tickling and Jack’s touch sent shivers all though her body. They mainly focus around her clitoris. She could feel herself becoming aroused by all this stimulation.

Suddenly Jack stood up and the machines stopped. Lisa lay gasping for breath. “I think we need a change of scenery”, Jack said as he clapped his hands. The whole room went so white that Lisa had to shut her eyes. As she blinked the tears out of her eyes, she noticed that they were in a different room. She was now in some type of dungeon. The wet stone walls held shackles and racks of medieval torture equipment. Her position had also changed. She now lay on a wooden bench. Her arms were still tied over her head, but her legs were now bent with her feet tied to the table. “Do you like it?” Jack asked, smiling down at her.

“It’s ghastly,” she replied.

“I’m glad you like it,” he said ignoring her reply. He pointed to something over his head. Lisa looked up to see a huge metal tank hanging about 10 feet over her head. At the end of it there was a nozzle with a valve on it. Jack walked behind her and said, “Here I want you to see this.” Lisa heard a click and then her torso started to rise up. She could now see between her legs and noticed that a section around the table had been cut out just between her legs. From this ankle she could also see her pussy. Without having any pubic hair there to cover it, she could see her swollen clit.

Jack walked around the table and between her legs. He reached up to the water tank and opened the valve. A large drop of water fell from the end of the tube and fell directly on her clit. The contact of the water sent a shock though Lisa’s whole body. When the second drop hit, she let out a moan. The way her legs were spread, the water would hit her clit and then roll down to her vaginal opening to mix with the fluids already building up there. The impact of the drops felt good, but came maddeningly slow. Between drops her heart would race and her breathing became ragged as she waited for the next drop to fall. Once it did hit, Lisa’s head would go back as she closed her eyes, reveling in the sensation.

After what seemed like hours of an insanely slow build up, Lisa could feel the beginnings of an orgasm. She could tell already that it was going to be a big one too. With all the stimulation Jack had put her body though, she REALLY wanted to come. But as she waited, the orgasm that she knew should be coming wasn’t. This damn water torture must be too slow to make me come, Lisa thought as she teetered on the edge of orgasm. “Please,” she begged him, “turn it up faster so I can come.”

“Alright,” Jack said as he reached up and turned the water on full blast. Now a steady stream of water fell down onto her enflamed clit. Lisa screamed, as it seemed every nerve in her pussy fired off at once, but she still couldn’t come. She bucked her hips into the air, somehow trying to increase the pressure on her pleasure zones, but it didn’t help. It just made her even more desperate to come.

She looked at Jack. A look of confusion mixed with passion covered her face. “I told you Lisa,” Jack laughed, “I am a god here. You won’t be able to come until I let you.”

To Be Continued…

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New Year’s Eve on Triton- FlashNews- The faculty of the Shoemaker Science Station are dressing the halls all this week for an event that happens once every one hundred and sixty five years. At 4,496 kilometers out, the planet Neptune will complete an orbit of the Sun, and the crew of mankind’s furthest outpost yet is marking the occasion in a big way.

“We don’t get a chance like this very often,” Said researcher Christina Warner. “We haven’t done anything like this since we left Earth. It’s a once in a lifetime thing so, it might get a little bit crazy around here. We tried to save some provisions, like from the only time we received a shipment of steak so far, we put aside enough for the staff to have one each. I think everybody has a little bit of something or another put away for that special occasion.”

Including a potent micro-brew. The local favorite is called Triton Tank-Swill and it packs a mean punch. Station Commander Merrill Weston likes it that way, but he’ll have Gardenburgers on the grill with the steaks.

“The station family will be a Neptunian year old tomorrow,” He says. “Sure, we landed here eleven Terran years ago, but to have made it this far, is a big step for us.” In addition to his degree in Astronomy, he wears the title of station beer-meister, but won’t divulge the secret that gives his Triton-brand its impact. An amateur brewer in addition to his more well known degree fields, he did say the ingredients were grown locally.

The party is set to start at the beginning of the station’s next orbit around it’s host world, Neptune. The site for the party is going to be in the middle of the station’s massive greenhouse, filled with broad-leafed plants just perfect for sucking up Carbon-Dioxide and producing Oxygen.

“Mostly we’re scientists,” Merril said, looking on as decorations, made from scrap but still beautiful, cut the green sea inside the geodesic atrium with streaks of color. “We’re construction workers when they send us new modular units to attach to the main habitat, but we can’t forget that we’re also human. That means that we’re adults sometimes, and kids sometimes, and kids have to play. Being mostly self-sufficient has it’s advantages.”

When asked how his research was progressing, he had nothing but good things to say about the new Clarity-arrayed telescope installed here.

“What to say about our telescope? Wow, I wouldn’t know where to begin. We’re getting better shots of the Alpha Centauri system that we are of our own sun, it’s like we’re right next door. With the technology we’ve got, it would take us forty years to get there, and with Clarity it’s like… like looking though somebody’s window into their living room. We’ll get there someday. I’d like to be around for the fireworks display but I know I did my part.”

Done their part they have, and at the turn of the midwatch five rotations from now, the crew of Triton station will throw a party that, for most of them, will only happen once in their lives. Happy New Year from Triton.

1st Rotation

“What do you think, Merrill?”

The station commander lowered the hardcopy of the update I had filed, FlashNews those fucks. They never told me what I did to get sent so far from where anything was happening but I still filed my reports once every seven rotations. They were paying my way and the electronic credit transfers kept arriving so I’ve be here for a while. On the upside, this station is on the leading fringe of exploration and research, when I got the otherwise numbing news I tried to put things in the best possible light. There’d be a story here, eventually, then maybe I could get the fuck off this rock.

“This pretty well describes what we’ll be doing,” Weston said. “Yes, it’s a festival but it’ll be a working festival. We have several research protocols to cover this whole week. I think it’ll be fun though, I’ve got a list of book discussion groups if you want to sign up for one. You’re more than welcome to join in, of course. We like to think that we’re good hosts.”

“I’ll be happy to. I hope I don’t mess up your research by being a complete dullard when it comes to anything scientific, I just know how to craft words into something that everybody can understand.”

Weston laughed, he was a fifty-something NASA colonel who kept fit by spending hours in the exercise module on the treadmill, gut like a steel plate, he could do 450 sit-ups in a row in Triton’s weak gravity. He was the big man in charge when it came to station affairs and was a fair botanist in addition to being an outstanding astronomer. He loved it on Triton, the fuck. He pressed the talk button on the intercom mounted into his desk.

“Rachael, will you come in here please?” Weston said, then he focused his attention on me as he stretched out at his desk. “That’s okay, this is one subject that I think everyone is an expert on. Besides, just remember that kadirli escort we’ll all be one year old again for a short while, not literally of course, but you can do no wrong when you’re a child, it’s all about exploration.”

“So what sort of protocols will we be testing?” I said. Everything I’d seen so far told me that this station would be the model for any settlements outside the system. The central geodesic greenhouse dome was reinforced by fibro-steel supports thrusting out of an artificial lake, deep enough for swimming and Kelp-beds lined the bottom, crop-fields tended by diver/aqua-culturists. It was heated by natural, geothermal sources and steam coming off it’s surface help from it generated spawned floral growth as dense as it was at either tropic on Earth, a spot of paradise in a dark, cold place. Don’t get me wrong, there were a few things that made it nice.

“Yes, Doctor?” The module door rolled open and Weston’s personal assistant came in with an electronic assistant, stylus poised over the sensor pad, ready to take notes. Rachael Strauss was a stunning example of humanity, a trim 5’7″ with shoulder-length Brunette hair and dark cats-eyes.

She was a recent arrival from Mars and the rumor was that she enjoyed considerable sexual control over than one man. Rachael had superstar, bee-sting lips and a body darkly tanned by the station’s lone UV projector. She liked wearing Lilly musk and wearing fitted shorts with a gray half t-shirts under the blue jumpsuits that were the standard uniforms. Hers were fitted and she wore them to slay. Her legs merged smoothly with her firm, heart-shaped derriere. The jumpsuit was unzipped to the waist and the sides rolled and held back by Velcro tabs. A bellybutton ring flashed from her smooth stomach but more interesting was the engaging way her nipples poked through her bra-material to indent the t-shirt fabric.

“You’ll be happy to know that our friend Maxwell has accepted our offer to join in the study starting today.”

“Fine, I’ll add his name to the pool list,” Rachael said curtly and lifted the EA to make a note. Her contribution to the team was as information specialist. “It’s good to have you on board, Mister Noble, and just in time to, this should make things a little more even. Still, we’ll be lucky to put together ten couples, we’ll still have a couple triple-groups though.”

“It shouldn’t effect the outcome of the study,” Weston said. “You can fudge the draw for him. We want to make a good impression.”

“Of course, Doctor,” Rachael said and gave me an uncertain eye. Despite several months among the crew of Triton station, I was still being accepted by some. “I think I could find one or two people to look after him, if he behaves himself.”

“Oh, I won’t be any trouble.” I said as she turned on her heel. I watched her ass cheeks shift under the elastic blue cloth, the cleft of each showed tantilizingly as she turned. “Unless it’s absolutely called for.”

“Good, well Mister Noble, I’ll keep that in mind.” Rachael said and the look in her changed to one appraising a product.

“In answer to your question, we’ll be going over the Bingham Fertility Protocol,” Weston said and took a pull off of the self-heating cup attached via magnet to his desk. It was filled with a greenish-sludge that I knew to be his latest batch of Triton Tank-Swill. “It was proposed back when we first started settling Mars. Basically, we’ll have round-table study-group discussions and workshops. Once we finish at the end of fifth rotation, there’ll be a reception in the atrium. Fun stuff, a cookout, swimming, you know.”

“So what’s the Bingham Fertility Protocol?”

Weston laughed, making me feel somewhat stupid, like an ape being given a banana made out of wax, always tested.

“It was proposed by a Doctor Estes Bingham back during the early colonization of Mars, twenty-eighty or so. They were trying to put natural methods back into the birth-process but they needed to make it more efficient. They needed to find a way to begin populating the planet without all the lab equipment available on Earth. Then inter-system vessels powered by solar sails came along and made affordable exodus from Earth possible.”

“I see,” Said I, though I really didn’t. “What’s the first study group covering?”

I got a mental picture of a bunch of brainy-types sitting around discussing Proust as Weston leaned forward and rested his elbows on his desk. He wrinkled his brow with intense concentration on the screen as he tapped on the desk’s integral keyboard.

“Here we are… the first study-group will cover the complete, unabridged Kama Sutra… the Herrod’s translation, I believe.”

“The what?” In all honesty, I had never heard of such a thing. It was clearly a title among the hundreds of millions that mankind had stored in electronic form, stored forever in ice-cold kapaklı escort orbital data-cores.

“It was an ancient India educational text containing rules for spiritual copulation. It was quite a popular reference until about twenty-fifty A.D. until it was replaced by the Sexomicron, that we’ll be covering during fourth rotation. There’s also the Story of O on second rotation and the Joy of Sex, complete series on the third.”

“Who?” I said, getting tired of hearing names and titles that ten generations of human-kind had forgotten about.

“These were another two guide-books that were considered advanced for their time,” Weston said. “We had to order them in data cube form from Earth but they arrived in plenty of time. You should sign up to lead a workshop, I think there are a few good ones left.”

“Sure, just show me the list and I’m in.” I said. I didn’t know what he was talking about but I was thrilled to be included.

“Fine, fine… just one moment here.” Weston said and clicked through several different files. “Ah, yes, it looks like we have the Encyclopedia of Unusual Sex Practices on the fifth, the Manual of Human Sexuality on the sixth, and during the seventh rotation we rest and picnic in the big greenhouse.”

“Well, how old fashioned of you.” I said, Weston wasn’t wearing a cross but he seemed like the type. Clean cut on the outside, he always had a smile on his face. Sometimes I found it infuriating that he seemed so happy with his lot. Everyone on the station seemed to always be too busy to stop and have a talk, or a kiss, or tumble that I was beginning to feel like a ghost.

“Doctor, your workshop partner is here.” Rachael called in over the intercom.

“Fine, send her in.” Weston said.

A girl came in, none of the stationers carried identification and age was sometimes difficult to tell, but my guess was that the tight-breasted female with the baggy, orange Nomex emergency-suit on was between 16 and 18 Terran years old, was my guess, if she hadn’t been fixed. The badge on her breast was red instead of blue. She was the child of an original stationer.

“Maxwell, let me introduce you to my workshop partner, Molly Flint. I believe you’ve met her parents? They were sitting across from you during chow.”

“Of course, she looks just like her mother.” If she aged half as well as her parents did, Molly would be a stunner into her 50’s and a professional somebody if she ever decided went back to Earth. As far as she would get was Mars, as only a fertilized embryo, her coding had been altered and Earth was closed to what was being fashionably called “genetic tampering.”

She wore her red-hair braided long in a ponytail that hung down to her waist. I could see that the zip-up was hiding a set youthful curves that were of an animal bred to compete. She came to attention in front of Weston she made up with intensity. She was the assistant-captain of the station zero-gravity gymnastics team and practiced daily, now her cheeks wore the red streaks that indicated she’d been crying. Her family name was born out in her eyes, as gray and dark as the stone the settlement was built into.

“What’s wrong, angel? Are you okay? How did phase three go?”

“It hurts, it felt like I got stung by a bee when the piercing needle went through, now my tongue is all swelled up.”

“Say hello to Mister Noble.” Weston said. She turned my way and I felt a needle go through me, I was impaled on her eyes.

“Please to meet you, Mister Noble.” She answered automatically, those same eyes lacked any spark of interest that was more than passing, but her “S’s” sounded like “Th” and her “T’s” were blunted by a thick tongue having trouble with words.

“I won’t think any less of you, there are people all around this system that talk like that and it doesn’t go away, let’s have a look at it.” Weston said. Without hesitation, Molly sank to her knees, sucking on her bottom lip. She closed her eyes and put her head back, then opened her mouth wide. Watching her lips parts was like watching dawn break on the day you’d remember for the rest of your life. “Go on, don’t keep us waiting.”

The pink tip of her tongue trembled it’s way out of her mouth, followed by the thicker body, the cause of distress was immediately visible, a pea-sized silver bead atop a stainless steel post protruding through sweet spot, just perfect for dual-duty use.

“It’s not so bad,” Weston said and nodded approvingly. “The swelling should go down in a few orbits. We can stop if you like, but I would really be unhappy to see the protocols fall behind.”

“It’s Ok,” She said and wiped her sniffles away. “I’ll be alright. I trust you, Doctor.”

“That’s a good girl,” Weston said and stood from his chair. “If you’ll fetch the apparatus we’ll get started. I’ll set up the audio/visual gear.”

She jogged off karacabey escort to fulfill his orders while he moved to the portable video disk player on the floor next to a small therapy bench covered with a thick layer of reactive memory gel. It conformed to the shape of the body and could give comfortable support for hours, as Weston was about to demonstrate. Molly opened a storage locker beside the door and removed something phallic-shaped with lots of straps dangling from it’s triangular synth-leather support.

“My dear, you’ll have to forgive me, I’ve forgotten what number you watched last time.” Weston said as he half-turned and got her attention with a wave, but he had it all along. Her eyes never left him except for when she

“We’re on number eight.”

“Thank you, Molly, please carry on.” Weston said as he rummaged through mini-disk cases. He found the one labeled

6 and slid the disk inside into the player. I scanned the title as he set the case back into the rack. Cum-Eruption Finals 2120 was hand-written on the spine with a permanent black marker.

Molly laid her prize on the table and for the first time I could get a good look at what it actually was… a “penile-suppliment” to use station lingo. It was seven inches long and at least three in girth, made of flesh-colored rubber, and was held in place by a ring and several support straps apparently to keep it in place over whichever orifice it was being inserted into. She looked over her shoulder and backed toward me. “Unzip me please, Mister Noble?”

“Of course, Miss Flint, you had survival instruction today? I understand that some part parts of it can be pretty tough.” I said. The suit delivered partial protection from vacuum and sealed the neck with a collar that a helmet-locked onto. It would provide atmosphere in the event of a depressurization. I cracked the seal at the ring and pulled on the zipper-tab. The smell of a warm, young body rose up with the moist air with that of Lavender water, the combination made my nostrils flare, triggering a flood of Testosterone and Gonadotropics into my system.

“It was fine. We had micro-gravity practice today in the training dome. I was wonderful, I learned how to fly almost. I pulled off a triple-flip, double-twist during practice, micro-gravity kicks ass.”

“Does your mother know you’re using that kind of language, young lady?” Weston said. “I assure you that it is quite unnecessary in this setting.”

“Sorry, Mister Weston.”

Then, in a lower tone, he turned to me and said. “I’ll show you what we to with potty mouths around here, Mister Noble.”

Molly cringed as Weston seized the dildo apparatus from off the table. “Let’s get continue with phase four, assume the position, Molly.”

He used the rubber phallus as a rod and pointed at the memory-gel chair. Molly slipped off her jumpsuit and climbed onto it, assuming a comfortable face-down position that would allow her to see the video-feed monitor. She looked at him with weepy eyes filled with utter yielding as she opened her ripe lips.

“Ok, resuming at eighteen hundred hours, video number eight.” Weston spoke into the personal recorder attached to his label and started the video feed. The semi-final rounds were first. A blonde with elf-like features appeared, working her tongue around the shaft of a man’s cock.

Weston slid the rod across Molly’s tongue, pushing it deeper back into her through until it the synthesized scrotum sac butted up against her lips. Once in-place, Weston used the straps attached to buckled the dildo into place.

“You should have seen what happened when we first started preparing for this,” Weston said as Molly opened her eyes and focused on the video. “Poor Molly was gagging so much around the supplimental that I thought I was going to have to find myself a new workshop partner.”

I could see that the harness around her head was moving somewhat. Molly was working her tongue up and down the length of the prosthesis, the device apparently quite comfortable in her mouth. Her eyes were fixed on the action on screen. The sucktress had a piercing through each cheek to accomidate a camera instead of Stainless-Steel beads, but she had one of those through her tongue as well and was dragging it against the contestants shaft with enthusiastic vigor.

“What workshop is this for?” I said. Molly was beginning to leak. Saliva from her mouth, but it was the scent of juices flowing from elsewhere that caused ugly, primal urges to rise up within me. This fresh female, right here in front of me, any part of her would feel better than velvet glove around my cock. My heartbeat sped up as my imagination went into overdrive, her soft lips working my shaft, her face thrust forward eyes, closed, to receive a sticky shower, little pearls of white spread across freckled cheeks, neck, and chest.

“This is for the Manual of Human Sexuality group, we’re doing a presentation on the effects of suggestive media on the developing mind. It should be a hoot.”

“Call me old fashioned, but there’s going to be a lot of fucking going on during this protocol, isn’t there?”

“Well, of course, that’s the whole point.”

To Be Continued…

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The flight from Christchurch to LA, with a stopover in Honolulu for fuel, was about eighteen hours, followed by another three and a half hour flight into Denver. The three ladies stepped off the plane exhausted from the travel, but excited to see somewhere new, which was the point of the whole trip.

A cheerful tour guide named Ricky met them. ‘He’s cute,’ Adele thought, thinking that taking tours would be better if their guide was hot. She shook her head and listened to what he had to say.

“Welcome to the Mile High City of Denver, everyone. I’m Ricky and I’ll be your tour guide for the week that you’re in town. First thing we’re going to do is collect your baggage and then I’ll drive everyone to their hotel to we can get you all settled in. There will not be any tours today but I will be staying in the hotel with you, just in case anyone has any questions or needs to locate something. Any questions?”

Ricky looked around at the tired faces and chuckled. “Okay. I think the best thing would be to get all loaded up and we’ll get you back to the hotel for some rest. Follow me.”

He led them to baggage claim, getting two baggage porters to help him with their large carts, since there were just shy of a dozen people in the tour group. Once bags were loaded, he led the group to an extremely large white van. With the help of the porters, everything was loaded into the back and the tour group loaded throughout the van. Adele was the last to get in and there was no room in the back. She looked inside, looking for a seat.

Ricky noticed her lack of seating, tipped the porters and walked up. “Miss, since there’s no more room, feel free to sit in the front with me. I promise: I don’t bite.”

Adele grinned and grabbed the handle to the passenger side door. “I do, though. But only if you’re lucky” she said, only loud enough for Ricky to hear. She climbed in, giving him a good view of her athletic legs and muscular behind as her pants stretched across her hips. He could only smile and shake his head, walking around to the driver’s side and climbing in.

“It’ll be about twenty five minutes to the hotel so feel free to get to know each other.” He started the van and pulled away from the curb. “And what about you, miss? You seem to be stuck with me. Anything you want to talk about?”

Adele blushed slightly and she heard two giggles from the seat behind her. She turned and glared at Shannon and Mary, but didn’t say anything. “My name is Adele and my two friends back there are Shannon and Mary.” Ricky looked in the mirror, smiled and waved at her two companions. “We’re from Christchurch and this is our first trip to the States.”

“Well, then. Let me be the United States first ambassador to welcome you to our fine country. What brings you all this way?”

“We decided we needed a vacation. Work. Family. Relationships. You know, all that kind of thing.” Adele saw a movement out of the corner of her eye and turned and saw Shannon making the ‘ok’ sign with the fingers on one hand and pumping her index finger of her other hand into it. Adele quickly turned and looked out the window, feeling her face burn as she heard the other two giggle again.

Ricky looked in the mirror again, but Shannon had moved her hands to smooth the pleats of her skirt, a smirk on her bright red lips. “Um, yes. Family and work. I know how those things can be stressful. But, if you don’t mind me asking, why Denver? Why not Los Angeles or New York?”

Adele opened her mouth to answer, but Mary beat her to it. “Adele is looking for a mountain man to sweep her off her feet.” The two in the seat behind him started laughing uncontrollably and he smiled, noticing that those two were very much in need of some sleep. Some of the other passengers had already fallen asleep, the rest quietly looking around or reading a book.

He cleared his throat. “So, a mountain man, hm? Why a mountain man?”

Adele couldn’t keep from blushing again. “Someone big and rugged. But that’s not really why we came here. We just needed to get away for a while. This seemed as good a spot at any.”

Ricky nodded, but kept quiet. He needed to concentrate on the next few blocks since accidents were fairly common in this area. Some detached part of his mind asked if he counted as a ‘mountain man.’

He pulled into the parking garage for the hotel and pulled up next to a large elevator. Ricky then pulled out his cell phone and made a quick call. A few minutes later, several bellhops made their way out of the elevator and started loading luggage. Passengers were standing in small groups talking or walking around and stretching.

Ricky led them into the elevator and up to the lobby. He walked up to the desk and asked for the room keys that would be provided. The desk clerk provided them, but frowned as he tried running a card through the activator. “Is there a problem,” Ricky asked.

The desk clerk tried again and still it would not activate. “Let me check.” He punched in a few keystrokes and then a few more. “Ah. It seems that one of karaköprü escort the rooms reserved for this tour group had been given away to someone in the medical conference for this week. I’m sorry sir.”

Ricky took a deep breath. “Okay. Whom was the room reserved for?”

“Adele Walker, sir. Every other room is still intact. Her’s was given to a…”

“Look. I don’t care whom it was given to. You need to find this woman another room. We made these reservations six weeks ago.”

“Sir, we have no rooms left. All of them have been taken by the conference and your tour group.”

“For the love of god. Maybe we should just find another hotel to use from now on.”

“Sir, honestly, we treasure the business that your company sends us through these tours. Please give me a moment and I’m sure I can work something out.”

Ricky glared at him. “I’ll be right over there. Call me when you have something arranged.”

He stalked off and went to talk to Adele and tell the rest of the tour group what was going on. Amazingly, there were a number of people who were willing to shuffle themselves around, just to give Adele a place to sleep.

“This is ridiculous,” Ricky exclaimed. “If I have to, I’ll give her my bed.” He started to shake his head and then realized exactly how that sounded. “Um…while I slept on the couch, of course.”

There were chuckles throughout the groups, especially from Adele’s friends. Adele was blushing, as was Ricky. He hadn’t thought it out before he said it. Saving him from further embarrassment was the desk clerk calling his name. Ricky quickly hurried over, only to have the man behind the counter smirk at him.

“Quite the offer, sir. As it turns out, we had a cancellation on one of our few unheld rooms. Of course, it’s a suite and not a regular room, so there will an additional fee…”

Ricky clenched his jaw and felt his upper lip pull back, showing his teeth. “A FEE? Let me get this straight. YOU gave away a room promised to US. You manage, somehow, to find a room for one of MY guests and you want to charge us a FEE because you screwed everything up? Listen, you…”

Before he could say anything else, he felt a hand on his arm. He looked and it was Adele. She smiled at him and then turned to the clerk. “Sir, I think my friend here it right. I don’t think you should charge us extra for your mistake. Now, if you’ll just give me the room key…” She smiled a million watt smile at him and he melted. The desk clerk grinned a goofy grin, looking like his face was going to break. The card was handed over and the whole issue was resolved.

“Thanks, Adele. I think if I had had to talk to him any more, I would’ve killed him.”

“That’s okay. You can make it up to me sometime during the tour.”

“Oh yeah? How’s that?”

Adele smirked. “I’m sure I’ll think of something. The offer of the bed was…intriguing.” She laughed as he started to turn red again.

“Well, that was…you know, just trying to find you somewhere to stay. It was…ummm…”

“Ricky, it’s okay. I’ll take it in the spirit it was meant. I know! You should take me dancing sometime!”

Ricky reached up and scratched the back of his head. “Dancing? I don’t know. Dancing isn’t really my thing. You know the saying ‘two left feet?’ Well, I’ve got three.”

Adele smiled. “You’ve got an extra foot, eh?” She collapsed into a nearby chair in laughter as Ricky’s mouth hung open, speechless for the first time in a while.

The group got their key cards and grabbed their luggage and headed to their rooms. Mary, Shannon and Adele were talking about spending all their time in Adele’s suite instead of their rooms. Everyone said goodnight and settled in for a long afternoon’s nap.

—

The next few days went by smoothly. Ricky showed everyone around the city, pointing out various landmarks and regaling them with the oh-so exciting history of Denver. One day, he took them up into the foothills, everyone oohing and ahhing at the wildlife and the differences between here and home.

Adele seemed to take an interest in Ricky, talking to him on the side, making it a little flirtatious. It took him a couple of days, but he seemed to catch on and make some remarks of his own, out of earshot of the party, of course.

—

The second to last day of the tour, Adele pretty much forced Ricky to agree to take her dancing the next night. It took some wheedling and threats, but he finally relented, promising her that she would be embarrassed to no end.

The next night, he showed up at her suite door, dressed in a dark blue button up shirt and blue jeans, completed by a nice pair of shoes.

Adele, on the other hand, had gone with a loose shirt and a short skirt, the edge of a tattoo sticking out at the bottom.

“Wow,” he said, looking her up and down. She smiled back at him. He held out his hand. “Are you ready to go?”

She nodded and they were on their way.

—

On their way to the club, Adele karatay escort managed to get out that dancing, especially with an attractive date, tended to…you know…get her excited.

He turned and looked at her and she blushed. He returned his view to the road and a small smile crept onto his face.

Soon, he pulled into the parking lot of the club and they headed inside, Ricky paying a small cover charge for the two of them and they were assaulted by a drum track that made the windows rattle. They immediately moved out onto the dance floor, Ricky looking sheepish.

Adele grabbed his hands and started trying to get him to move. He grinned and moved a little, mostly the junior high school dance bouncing the legs kind of moving, but at least he was trying.

The current song ended, startling the two of them with the small space of silence. They moved a little closer together and started swaying with each other as the next song started.

As the night progressed and their body heat increased, Adele and Ricky moved closer and closer together. Soon, they were almost on top of each other. Adele looked deep into his eyes and he looked back, both of them caressing each other’s arms and backs, Ricky’s hands even slipping down onto her behind.

With almost no pause, the next bass track started thumping, causing her chest to vibrate. She couldn’t even feel her own heartbeat from the booming coming from the speakers. She turned and looked at him and watched his chest rise and fall as he walked toward her, sweat beading his forehead. She took a step toward him and his arm was around her waist, holding her close and looking into her eyes. They bored into her, his excitement reflected from the spinning disco ball in the ceiling.

His eyes traveled her body, from her beautiful face to her sculpted body to the trace of her tattoo showing below her skirt, down her firm legs. He ground himself into her as she straddled his leg. She gasped as he held her close and almost possessed her body there on the dance floor.

Her hand went to his neck, drawing his face toward hers. He moved toward her lips, holding himself back from them by less than an inch, feeling her hot breath on his face. They moved together to the beat of the music, her skirt riding up slightly giving him a better view of her tattoo, the pattern drawing his eyes up her leg. She smiled and flung her dark brown hair back, pulling on her skirt, drawing it even higher.

He grinned and watched as her pattern grew, stopping at halfway up her thigh before letting it drop back down to the normal level. He put his hand on her leg and ran it up the side and under her skirt, feeling her muscles flexing. He slid his hand up further to grab her firm behind, belatedly realizing his fingers hadn’t traversed any fabric on the way there. She laughed at the look on his face and pulled him close enough to kiss.

Their mouths finally met, working their lips against each other. Adele opened her mouth, licking around his lips. She could feel him moan into her mouth, sticking his tongue out to touch hers. Their tongues engaged and it felt like electricity flowed from hers into his, causing his heart to start racing even faster. He reached up and cupped the back of her head in his hand and mashed his mouth onto hers.

They held the kiss for the rest of the song, breathing shallow through their noses. In the space of a few seconds before the next song started banging in their chests, she whispered to him and he grinned and then grabbed her hand and they almost ran for the door.

—

They quietly made their way to the elevator. This was quite a task since they couldn’t keep their hands off of each other on the drive back. Once the door was shut, though, he pushed her against the back of the elevator car and ground himself against her, trying to touch her everywhere at once. She lifted her leg and hooked over his hip, just like she did at the club and accepted his humping. She murmured in his ear and he reluctantly pulled away from her as the bell rang, signifying their floor. The pulled on their clothes to look almost presentable as the door opened.

They stepped out and looked both ways down the hall, but saw no foot traffic. He grabbed her hand and practically dragged her down the hall. They got to the doorway and he paused, reaching into his pocket for her key card, since she had no pockets. He pulled it out and held it up. “This is your last chance to…” That was a far as he got. She had snatched the key out of his hand and threw herself into him, closing his mouth with her own.

She awkwardly worked the card key into the slot and then pulled it out, slapping the door latch as the light glowed green. They fell into the room, letting the door close behind them.

Tearing each other’s clothes off, they broke kisses only long enough to remove shirts. Adele started to unzip her skirt and he shook his head. “Leave it on,” he mumbled into her mouth. “At least for now.” She nodded and pulled off her shoes, karesi escort sighing with relief. Just as things were reaching a boiling point, there was a knock on the door. They looked at each other and he leaned his head against hers. “I’ll be right back.” He removed her hand from his pants and grabbed his shirt, pulling it on as he went. Adele crawled onto the bed and started moaning.

Ricky opened the door and there was a hotel employee with a bucket of ice with a bottle of champagne chilling in it. The staff member started to ask where to put the bucket when Adele moaned. Loudly. Ricky closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them, the man from the hotel quickly resumed his spot, smile in place. He had obviously been trying to see what was going on inside the suite. Ricky grabbed a few bills out of his wallet and traded them for the bucket, and then he shut the door in the surprised staffer’s face.

He walked back into the room to find Adele lying on the bed, skirt pulled up, stroking herself. He blinked a few times and then set the bucket on the nightstand, noticing her gaze on the bucket. “You want some champagne?” She bit her lip and shook her head no, then clamping her mouth on his. He slipped his lips loose and began to lick and suck on her neck. She gasped and clutched at his hair, groaning as he took a nipple into his mouth and rolled it with his tongue.

He continued his route downward, nibbling on her rig cage and tonguing her belly button, which made her giggle. He lowered his tongue further and licked around her small strip of hair. Just as he was about to apply his tongue to her, she gripped his shoulders. Hard. He winced and looked at her. She shook her head no and he sighed, enjoying cunnilingus as much or more than sex itself. He licked his way back up, taking a slightly different track, then gently laid his weight on her, kissing her again, tongues wrestling.

With cat-like quickness, Adele rolled him over and held his hands out to the side. She began her own journey southward, licking at his nipples, the tip of her tongue setting his chest on fire. Agonizingly slowly, she licked her way to his patch of hair and touched the underside of his pole with her tongue. It jumped at the tongue and pulled a small groan from him, she still holding his arms out.

She watched as it twitched, sticking her tongue out and letting the underside of his head bump into it, causing him to lift his hips slightly, seeking her warm mouth. She clamped her lips on him, taking only the tip into her mouth, smiling around it as he gripped the bed sheets until his knuckles turned white. She started bobbing her head ever so slightly, gently squeezing his swollen balls with her hand.

As he released his held breath, he raised his head so he could watch her work him with her mouth. She bobbed up and down, still only on the head, her tongue piercing causing him to jerk every time it bumped him.

Ricky thought that he was going to explode almost immediately, but she stopped moving, only flicking her tongue against him while holding his knob in her mouth. He looked into her eyes and saw that she was gesturing at the ice bucket on the night table. “You want some now,” he asked, surprised. She shook her head no, the sides of his head pulling slightly out of the corners of her mouth. He reached out and pulled a piece of ice out of the bucket, groaning when she clamped down on his erection harder.

Adele used her other hand to take the ice from his hand. She opened her mouth, keeping her tongue on him and slipped the ice into her mouth and closed it, trapping the ice against his rod.

He groaned and lifted his ass fully off the bed from the simultaneous warm and cold feelings. He opened his eyes again and saw her motioning for more ice. He handed her another piece and watched as it disappeared under her skirt and become buried between her legs. She whimpered around his shaft and the vibrations pushing his control to the limit.

She swiftly jammed most of his length into her mouth, removing the overwhelming sensations from his crown, her cool tongue running along his shaft. She groaned around him again, her hand moving quickly under her skirt.

She buried her nose in his dark, trimmed pubic hair, stretching her tongue along his length. She pulled her head back up and began quickly bobbing her head in time with the moving of her own hand. He groaned again, gripped the sheets and pulling them as her mouth assaulted his cockhead. He knew that in no time, he’d be beyond the point of no return, but that there wasn’t much he could do about it.

She felt his cock start to swell in her mouth and moaning, wanting to take everything he had to give. She sucked harder, feeling her own orgasm about to crash.

He grunted and lifted his ass off the bed, spurting into her mouth. She moaned again, swallowing as much as she could, rubbing herself as quickly as she could. As she swallowed and swallowed, she climaxed, screaming around his cock causing him to buck more, his head vibrating with her screaming.

As she shook with orgasm, she laid her head on his stomach, his cock still bobbing in front of her. She reached up and stroked it gently, a small blob of cum still sticking to the end. She stuck out her tongue and smiled as he moaned when she removed it with the tip of her tongue.

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It was raining when Keisha stopped by on her way home from university. I was whiling away the time watching an old episode of Mad Men.

‘God, it’s wet! My shoes are drowned,’ Keisha said.

‘Take them off,’ I suggested.

‘I have,’ she said. And then she saw what I was watching. ‘Ha! Mad Men. Can you believe that crap?’

‘I can,’ I said. ‘I was there.’

Keisha looked at the screen and shook her head. ‘Total fantasy. It couldn’t have really been like that. All the bosses are blokes. And all of the women are skivvies. Handmaidens. Bowing down at the feet of the self-important sharp-suited demigods.’

‘Yep. That’s pretty much the way it was,’ I said. ‘Back then.’

Keisha snorted. ‘Yeah, right.’

Keisha is my great-niece. She wasn’t born until the first week of the 21st century. For her, the late 60s may as well have been Ancient Greece. It was all long before her time. I even had to explain to her who Jim Morrison and Grace Slick were.

‘You were there?’ She shook her head in disbelief. ‘And did you wear one of those little drug-dealer hats?’ she asked.

‘Oh, yes. All of the guys had at least one of those.’

She nodded. ‘Cool.’ (It seems that narrow-brimmed hats were ‘cool’, even if male chauvinists who wore them were not.)

‘I think that Kenny Donaldson had one for every day of the week,’ I told her.

‘Kenny Donaldson? Who was Kenny Donaldson? Was he another of those flower-power singers?’

‘He was my first boss.’

The first time that I saw Mad Men, Don Draper reminded me a lot of Kenny: cool as ice on the outside but pedalling like mad on the inside.

‘Did you have a handmaiden?’ Keisha asked.

‘I shared a secretary with another bloke, if that’s what you mean. Janice. Jan. A nice girl. She married a building contractor, as I recall.’

‘And did she make you coffee and sort out your dry cleaning?’

‘Yes, she did. Although I was always happy to make her coffee.’

Keisha nodded. Maybe great-uncle Sam was not such a total bastard after all. ‘Did your place have any women who weren’t handmaidens?’

‘Secretaries,’ I said. ‘We didn’t call them handmaidens. And, yes, we had a couple of female copywriters. And a female art director. Mad Mandy. A strange girl. I think she used to do acid.’

‘But no managers. No top dogs.’

‘Not when I first started. No. But then we pitched for a cosmetic account. Kenny knew the marketing director. Tennis club, I think. Or maybe it was a squash club. It was a long time ago now. Anyway, the marketing director let it be known that having a woman on the team would not do our chances any harm. That’s when Kenny hired Gail.’

‘As …?’

‘As a suit. Yes. She had previously worked in media sales. There were a lot of women in media sales back then. It was all face-to-face in those pre-internet days. I suspect that, to some extent, the prettier the face, the better the sales. But I could be wrong.’

‘Did she have to wear a drug-dealer’s hat?’

I laughed. ‘No.’

‘A suit?’

‘Oh yes. She was very professional.’

‘In what way?’

‘Gail was all business. And she certainly took no prisoners.’

‘Did she have a handmaiden?’ Keisha asked.

‘If you mean did she have a secretary … yes.’

‘Did you like her?’

Did I like her? To be honest, when Gail first arrived, I didn’t have that much to do with her. She worked on the cosmetics pitch, and then, when we were awarded the business, she was the account exec. I was the account exec on the brewery business, so our paths didn’t cross a great deal. But I think that we got on well enough when our paths did cross. ‘Yeah. I liked her,’ I said. ‘She could be a bit sharp. A bit confrontational. And she did sometimes blow hot and cold. As I said: she certainly took no prisoners.’

‘What does that mean?’ Keisha asked.

‘Well … she tended to shoot first and ask questions later.’

Keisha nodded.

‘A couple of the older guys were a bit sexist. Well … very sexist. But she soon had them sorted out.’

‘Good on her.’

‘I think that most of the agencies were pretty sexist back in those days. And a lot of them were run by out and out bullies. They wouldn’t get away with it today. But, back then … well, it was just the way things were.’

‘Was your boss a bully?’

‘Kenny? No, not really. karşıyaka escort Charm was Kenny’s weapon of choice.’

We only held the cosmetics business for about 18 months. The company was bought out by one of the big conglomerates and our brands were deleted. Orderly marketing, they called it. It certainly wasn’t Gail’s fault. And, after that, Kenny drafted Gail in to work on the First Resort business.

Most of First Resort’s properties were dotted around the Caribbean, with a few more on the Costas. Naturally, Gail had to visit some of them – just to get a feel for what the business was all about. As I recall, her subsequent suntan caused a few ruffled feathers among some of the older execs. ‘Work?’ I remember Howard Austin saying. ‘That girl wouldn’t recognise work if it jumped up and bit her on her backside.’ The truth of the matter was that Gail worked very hard indeed. I guess that beoing a woman in a man’s world, she had to.

It was about a year later that Kenny promoted me to account director and put me in charge of the Christina Cruises business. Christina Cruises was a joint venture between P&M Shipping and a Greek squillionaire, and it was one of the first cruise companies to go after the emerging ‘new middle classes’. One of my first duties as the new account director was to attend the World Travel Congress in Miami. Gail also attended. She was there in her role as account exec on the First Resort business.

The convention was held at Bal Harbour, an up-market beachside community at the northern tip of Miami beach. It was on the second day of business that Gail somehow managed to slip and sprain her ankle. The first that I knew about it was when one of the bell boys brought me a note from Gail saying that she had had a bit of an accident and wasn’t going to be able to meet me for supper that evening.

Her note didn’t say what sort of an accident or what the consequences were. So I phoned her room to see if there was anything that I could do. I think that she said something like: ‘Apart from getting me a new ankle – preferably one that’s about half the size of the one I currently have …’

‘Well, you probably should try and get something to eat,’ I said.

She said that she had just phoned Room Service and put in an order in for a steak sandwich. ‘You could always come and join me,’ she said.

When I got to her room, she answered the door wearing one of the hotel’s three-quarter length towelling bathrobes. And she did, indeed, have one ankle that was about twice the size of the other one. ‘Maybe we should see if we can find a doctor,’ I said.

‘I’ve already done that,’ Gail said. ‘Or at least the hotel did. She – the doctor – said that it’s just a sprain. Nothing’s broken. I’ve got this ice pack. And some pain killers. Oh, and I’ve ordered you a steak sandwich. I hope that was OK.’

As well as the steak sandwiches, Gail had ordered a bottle of wine. A Californian red, as I recall. And, by the time that we had finished our surprisingly-good steak sandwiches – with French fries – the normally buttoned-down Gail had become rather loose. I guess it was probably the combination of the drugs and the wine.

‘What would you like to do now?’ I asked as I topped our glasses with the last of the wine.

‘You could fuck me if you like,’ Gail said.

I think that I may have laughed. Probably nervously.

‘Don’t you want to?’

‘Do you want to?’ I said.

‘It would take my mind off my ankle,’ she said.

As I watched Gail hobble over to the bed, lie on her back, and undo her bathrobe, I remember being both surprised and amused. It certainly wasn’t a scene that I had even vaguely contemplated.

‘You might need to help me,’ Gail said, as she pushed her knickers down slightly and uncovered her glorious dark blonde bush.

I gave her a second or two to change her mind (she didn’t), and then I kicked my shoes off and joined her on the bed. And then she did change her mind.

‘No. This is not going to work, is it?’ she said. ‘I think I’m going to need the ice pack again. Sorry.’ And she started to sit up.

‘Just stay there,’ I said. ‘I’ll get it.’

I went and got a towel from the bathroom and put it under her ankle. Then I got the ice pack. But it had turned to a slush pack. I had noticed an ice machine at the end of the kartepe escort corridor, near the lifts – elevators – and so I took an ice bucket – and her room key – and went in search of fresh supplies. Ten minutes later, we had the ice pack back in service.

‘Sorry,’ Gail said. ‘Maybe we can try again tomorrow.’

‘Where have you been?’ Keisha asked.

‘What?’

‘I thought that you’d gone to sleep,’ Keisha said.

‘No. Just thinking.’

‘Just thinking?’

‘Yeah. Just remembering something that happened a long time ago.’

‘You were smiling,’ Keisha said.

‘Was I?’

On the third and final day of the convention, Gail got to attend a couple of the sessions with the aid of a wheelchair that the hotel just happened to have on hand. And, that evening, she and I shared a surprisingly-good fish supper at the hotel’s beachfront grill. But that was it. And the following day we flew home. There was no mention of our Room Service supper and what might have been. Although I must confess that, for the next few months, the memory of Gail’s luxurious dark blonde bush did play a starring role in some of my midnight masturbation sessions.

And then – I guess it must have been a year or so later – Gail was head-hunted by O’Rourke & Bateman. Kenny tried to persuade her to stay, but the O’Rourke’s offer was too good. It was a chance for Gail to move up to account director with her own account group.

On the night before she left the home of the mad men, Kenny took a bunch of us out for dinner at a Tuscan-inspired place in Marylebone. The meal was excellent. And afterwards, Gail and I shared a cab.

‘Where to?’ I asked.

‘Well … we almost got there in Miami,’ Gail said. ‘We could give it another go if you like.’ And we got the cab to take us to Gail’s place, which was just the other side of Lord’s Cricket Ground.

I’m not sure why it took so long for us to ‘get together’. Working together probably had something to do with it. And, to be perfectly honest, we didn’t have that much in common. Not really. But the sex … the sex was brilliant. It just worked.

That first night we started out with my tongue exploring her dark blonde bush and what lay beneath it. And, in the words of Restaurant Rex, an early food critic who had a column in the West London Gazette, ‘I’m pleased to report, dear reader, that it tasted every bit as good as it looked’. After that, we had a brilliant doggy-style fuck. At 25, I wasn’t exactly new to the pleasures of the flesh, but Gail was exceptional. Truly exceptional.

‘You’re smiling again,’ Keisha said. ‘Are you going to share?’

‘I think that you had to be there,’ I said.

It’s funny how memory works, isn’t it? I can remember that first night with Gail as though it was yesterday. I remember how she looked; how she smelled; how she tasted; how she felt. But I can’t for the life of me remember why we didn’t do it again for several weeks. Maybe one of us had to go away. I don’t know.

My next memory is of driving down from North London on a sunny afternoon. I think that it must have been a Saturday or a Sunday. I had probably been to a bookshop that I used to frequent up near Hampstead Heath. As I got down towards Lord’s, I decided to make a little detour to see if Gail was at home. I remember ringing her doorbell and, when there was no reply, deciding that she wasn’t at home. And then, just as I was walking back to my car, she appeared. She was wearing a three-quarter length towelling bathrobe like the one that she had worn in Miami. She said that she had been out in the little courtyard at the back of her flat, enjoying the sun.

‘Oh. Come in,’ she said. ‘I thought that you were someone trying to sell me something. Or worse: one of those religious nutters.’

I followed her into the kitchen where she made a jug of Pimm’s. And then we went out to the south-facing courtyard and, once out there, Gail poured a couple of glasses of Pimm’s, removed her bathrobe, and lay back on the towel-covered sun lounger. She was naked beneath the bathrobe. Well … naked save for a slick coating of suntan oil.

We sipped and chatted for a while, and then I moved my chair closer to her, spread her elegant legs slightly – she didn’t object – and put my fingers to work on her beautiful cunt. Three or four times I brought her to kaş escort edge of orgasm, but then pulled back. Finally, I led her over the edge.

Gail’s little courtyard was very private. There were no neighbouring windows overlooking it. But when we reached the magic moment, I’m sure that Gail’s vocalisations would have left any neighbours within earshot in little doubt as to what was going on.

‘Perhaps we should go inside,’ she murmured when she had had a chance to catch her breath again. ‘Don’t want to get too much sun, do we?’

The table in her kitchen was just the right height. I bent her over it and lined my super-hard cock up with her hot, slippery slot.

‘This is your turn,’ Gail said. ‘Just be my guest.’

‘Be your guest?’

‘Just whatever makes you feel good,’ she said.

That was the afternoon that I discovered that fucking her in the arse made me feel pretty good. It seemed to make her feel pretty good too. Perhaps that was what she had meant by ‘Be my guest’.

After that, Gail and I got together once or twice a week. I even wondered if I should invite her to move into my place. But the more that I thought about it the less it seemed like a good idea.

‘You never have any Coke in your fridge,’ Keisha said.

‘No. I don’t drink Coke.’

‘Never?’

‘Not for a long time,’ I said. ‘I used to enjoy a splash in my rum. But I haven’t drunk rum for years now.’

Keisha frowned. ‘Why not?’

‘Don’t know,’ I said. ‘There was probably a reason that I stopped – but I can’t remember what it was.’

Keisha frowned again and shook her head.

I can’t remember exactly when or why Gail and I came to an end either. It probably had something to do with Gail’s bouts of depression. Every now and then she would turn into the blackest of wicked witches. I tried, a few times, to get her to go and talk to her doctor about it. But she said that her doctor would just give her zombie pills. ‘I don’t want to be fucking zombie,’ she said.

I didn’t exactly forget about Gail. She wasn’t the kind of woman that you could easily forget. But I wasn’t tempted to pick up the phone. However, about a year later, she phoned me.

She had a couple of friends who were thinking about setting up a travel agency that sold nothing but cruises. They had done quite a bit of homework. On paper it certainly seemed like a viable proposition. But they wanted to talk to someone who knew the industry from the inside. ‘Would you meet them over a glass of wine?’ Gail asked me.

‘Well, my knowledge has a particular perspective,’ I reminded her.

‘I’ve explained that,’ she said. ‘But they think it would be really helpful.’

We agreed to meet up at The Fruit of the Vine.

Gail’s friends – Toby and Vanessa – seemed pretty switched on. And they definitely seemed to have done their homework. We chatted for almost two hours. And then they disappeared into the night with my business card in Vanessa’s voluminous handbag.

There was still some wine in the bottle. Our second bottle. I poured half into Gail’s glass, and half into mine. ‘So, how are you?’ I asked.

‘Busy,’ she said.

‘And are you still living just beyond the third man boundary?’

Gail frowned. And then she smiled. ‘Oh. No. I’ve abandoned Lord’s to the true cricket fans. I’ve bought a flat just off Hyde Park Square. I can walk to work.’

‘Nice,’ I said.

‘It is. I probably paid too much. But it’s a great location. And it had all been done up. You should come and have a look at it.’

‘I will,’ I said.

‘Now would be good,’ Gail said. ‘No time like the present.’

Funnily enough, I knew what she angling at. But we finished our wine and went anyway. She was right. The location was great. And the flat, while small, was nigh on perfect.

‘The main bedroom is just through here,’ she said. I followed her, and waited while, as fastidious as ever, she removed her jacket and her skirt and placed them carefully over a chair. We didn’t bother with the bed. I pushed her back against the wall and pulled down her knickers while she freed my cock. Her cunt was hot and slick. And everything went together the way that it always had.

‘Well, that still works,’ I said after we had both come.

‘We could have made a great couple,’ she said. ‘Maybe even Mr and Mrs.’

‘Except I would have had to learn to love vegetarian food. And you would have had to learn to love post-bop jazz.’

‘I’ve given up being a vegetarian,’ she said. ‘And, in time, I might even learn to like jazz.’

‘You’re smiling again,’ Keisha said.

‘Am I?’

‘You are. I’ll make you some coffee,’ she said.

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Give me a few paragraphs to set the stage, and then I will take you to a place you’ve only imagined.

**************

I was thinking about our preconceptions about reciprocity as it applies to sex; about that feeling of obligation that most of us seem to have that says that each partner must reach orgasm, preferably simultaneously, for a sexual encounter to be successful. And how that extends beyond orgasm right back into foreplay. If I spend time exploring your chest, you reciprocate by playing with my breasts. If I take delight in giving you head, you feel the need to reciprocate by tonguing my pussy. Get my drift?

I’m not saying those are bad things; don’t get me wrong, I enjoy all of those activities and more, and I agree that there must be a certain amount of give and take in any relationship. However, what you sometimes find hard to understand is that reciprocating does not necessarily mean giving back exactly the same thing. I want you to know that by taking or accepting what I have to give, you ARE giving, simply because of the enjoyment I take in giving pleasure to you.

You have admitted that you understand this concept when you are the giver; you have proven yourself only too well in your ability to give, and I know you take pleasure in that giving. But you still have trouble accepting that it can work both ways, you can’t just lay still and receive what I have to give.

So today, I’m determined to change that. Are you with me? Here is what you are going to do. I want you to take a long, hot bath. Relax completely. Take your time scrubbing every square inch of yourself until you are warm and squeaky clean. When you’re done, wrap yourself in a towel, and come knock on our bedroom door, but do not open it. Instead, close your eyes, turn around so your back is to the door, and wait for me. Do you understand? Yes? Good! Are you game? Fantastic!

*With a warm kiss and a press of my body against yours, I push you off towards the bathroom.*

**************
From this point on, I would like you to read each line slowly, without skipping ahead. Take the time to let each word sink in, and imagine each whisper, each breath, each touch.

**************

I jump when I hear your knock at the door.
I’ve been waiting in nervous anticipation;
confident in what I’m doing,
but eager to put my plans into action
and to see your reactions.
I open the door to see you standing there,
back facing me as I had instructed,
a towel wrapped snuggly around your hips.

Your hair is still damp from the bath
and I can feel the heat of the warm water rising off your skin.
I move closer to you, lean over your shoulder,
and I whisper “Don’t move, and keep your eyes closed.”
I see you tense a bit at my words,
and startle at the feel of my bare nipples grazing against your back,
but you do as I say,
even as I whip the towel from your waist.
Clearly, you’ve been doing some anticipating of your own while in the bath,
and I grin as I peek around to the front of you and see you semi-hard before me.

“Stay still” I repeat, as I reach behind you.
You feel my arms as they brush up alongside you,
one on either side,
sliding up your arms and over your shoulders,
as if I’m reaching around you.
I see you tilt your head to the side,
trying to figure out what I’m up to,
but otherwise you obey my command to stay still, with eyes shut.

I see your body jerk and hear your sudden intake of breath
as you feel the soft fabric of the blindfold touch your eyelids.
“Don’t worry” I chuckle,
as I tie the strings firmly behind your head
“You’re in good hands”,
emphasizing my point by running my hands over your back,
and cupping your buttocks,
rubbing myself against you in the process.

I take your hand and guide you slowly to the bed.
While you are moving in darkness,
I have the light of several candles lighting up the room,
giving it a soft glow and casting flickering shadows across your warm skin.
I turn you so that your back is to the bed
and press myself against the length of you,
giving you a long, deep kiss,
before placing my palm on your chest
and pushing you back to sit on the bed.
You can feel the thick layer of flannel sheets
that I have put on top of the bed and for a moment you
wonder why I might have done so.

But those thoughts are interrupted as you feel
something light trailing over your shoulders
and chest, and across your arms, tickling your senses.
Again, I see you tilt your head to the side,
trying to make sense of what you are feeling.
I take your hand and close your fingers around the strip of silk fabric,
drawing it through your fingers so you can feel the length of it.
A look of comprehension spreads across your face
as I loop one strip around your right wrist, making it snug, but not too tight.

I repeat this process with your left wrist,
then run my hands down your arms to your chest,
down your abdomen, dipping into navel,
sliding across your kemalpaşa escort hips to the tops of your legs.
I hesitate there for a moment,
dragging the remaining two strips of fabric around your waist
and letting them rub against your pelvis
before my hands continue their journey to your ankles
where I fasten the remaining strips securely.

I kiss your eyelids and your cheekbones
before capturing your mouth again,
moving my lips urgently across yours.
I slap aside your hands as you try to caress my shoulders.
“No touch” I chide,
placing your hands firmly at your sides.
“Lie down” I command,
pushing you backwards onto the bed.

With some poking and prodding
I move you to the centre of the bed.
I place a pillow under your head,
and another under the backs of your knees,
making sure that you are completely comfortable and relaxed.
Without talking, I securely fasten your left wrist to the corner post of our bed
and I walk around the bed to do the same on the other side.
After testing the play in the silk restraints,
I run my hands over you, feeling the muscles tighten in your arms.
“Relax”, I murmur. “I’m not going to hurt you”.
I see a look of doubt cross your face
and I smile, knowing that I will soon remove that look from your face.

I walk to the bottom of the bed
and fasten each ankle to the corners of the bed
so that you are spread out in all your glory before me.
I know you feel vulnerable,
but I can also see that you are highly aroused,
and I take a minute just to drink in the gorgeous sight of you.
I see you wiggle a bit,
trying to gauge how much you can move,
and laugh when I sense your frustration.
“Patience, deary, patience.”
“Good things come to those who wait.”

My preparations almost complete,
I crawl across the bed towards your head
and reach to the night side table to scoop up
a couple of small items.
Leaning over you,
so that my breasts fall across your shoulder
I nestle down into the crook of your neck and
I whisper in your ear “You are MINE”,
using my tongue to trace the outline of your ear.
“This isn’t about control, or force or submission.
This is about giving you the complete freedom to simply enjoy.
Just like I am going to enjoy making love to every last inch of you.”
And with that, I take the small earplugs
and fit one gently in each ear canal, shutting off your sound,
knowing that by doing so, you will be totally focused
on each and every touch that I am about to bestow.

Still on the bed beside you,
I raise up on my knees so that I can take a long look at you.
You can feel the movement through the mattress
and can feel my knees as they press against your side
but I can see by the cautious expression on your face
that you wonder what I am up to, as I decide how I want to proceed.

You sense my weight shift again
and feel the lightest touch of my mouth upon yours.
I’m careful not to let any other part of my body
come into contact with yours,
so our only connection is the brush of my tongue as it circles your lips,
and I draw my head back as you raise yours,
denying you the firmer contact that you desire.

Using the fingers on both hands
I begin to draw lazy lines down both sides of your face,
Starting at your temples, across your eyebrows,
down your nose and across your cheekbones,
behind your ears, and down the sides of your neck.
following your collarbone to the hollow of your neck
where I pause to give you a kiss, nuzzling my nose in the depression there.
Using a single finger from each hand,
I trace down your sternum, and then out across your chest,
making a large arc around each nipple,
drawing a spiraling circle, getting tighter with each sweep
until my nails graze the outer edges of your areolas,
feeling the bumps that are starting to rise there.

I use the fingers on each hand to close in on your tightening nipples,
rolling them between thumb and forefinger,
and then tugging lightly upward, making them stand stiff and erect.
Bending my head, I repeat the circles around each nipple with my tongue,
getting closer and closer until I can flick each one with my tongue
before suckling it deep into my mouth.

Once again, I shift forward to kiss you,
this time letting my mouth rest firmly on yours,
using my tongue to open your lips,
and I let your tongue dance with mine,
drawing yours urgently into my mouth,
gasping as I imagine you entering me in a similar fashion below.

Breaking the kiss, you feel my weight leave the bed.
For a moment, you sense nothing,
until you feel a warm wetness trickle onto your right shoulder
and continue down the inside of your right arm.
A slightly spicy vanilla scent reaches your nostrils
just before you feel my hands begin to massage the oil into your shoulder.
My firm hands loosen the muscles in the shoulder and up the side of your neck,
before dragging down your kemer escort upper arm, tracing the separation of bicep and triceps,
examining the joining of your elbow, and working down your forearm.

Taking your hand in mine,
I massage your palm with my thumbs as I move down to kiss your wrist.
I circle each finger with mine, working the oil into each joint,
then entwining my fingers with yours.
As I release your fingers, I take each one deep into my mouth,
wrapping it firmly with my tongue, rolling my mouth around you,
then lightly dragging my teeth along your skin as I withdraw the finger
and move on to the next.

I move to the other side of the bed and repeat the process,
in no particular hurry,
taking time to enjoy the feel of every muscle in your arms and hands.
Once I’m done, I step back and admire you,
your arms now slick and shiny with oil,
the flames of the candles reflected in the sheen on your skin.
With a smile, I run my slippery hands over my own breasts,
massaging the remainder of the oil into my nipples,
feeling them already hard with my arousal.

Bending close to the bed,
I let my breasts fall across your left side,
and slide them back and forth,
feeling the friction of your nipple as it bumps against mine.
I move farther up the bed and, placing one knee on the bed,
I lean farther so that my nipple touches your lips,
and I laugh as I see you suddenly startle,
and your mouth anxiously seeking to find its reward.
I gasp as I feel a sudden shot of electricity move through my breast
as you draw my nipple roughly into your mouth,
and I hang there for a moment, enjoying the sensation of you devouring my tit,
before abruptly withdrawing and getting off the bed.

You sense from the movement of air across your naked body
that I have opened the door and left the room.
A few minutes pass, and you begin to wonder if I’ve left you there.
Knowing my sense of humor,
you wonder if perhaps I’ve decided to go shopping,
or if I intend to leave you there while I watch the latest episode of Boston Legal.
I see relief cross your face when you sense my footsteps
as I re-enter the room, and I see you tilt your head again,
your sign that you are trying to figure out what I’m up to.

I purposely bump against the side of the bed
so that you know I am close,
but I wait another minute,
watching you squirm within your restraints,
trying to guess where I am going to touch you next.
I see you unconsciously raise your hips,
trying to draw my attention there.
“Not yet, my dear” I chuckle to myself, “All in good time”.

I watch your face flex in surprise
as you feel the sudden touch of heat on your chest.
Something very hot and soft, yet firm,
is stroking your right nipple,
brushing around in a circle,
leaving a damp trail that, while smooth, is not slick like the oil I was using earlier.
In fact, there is a certain friction between your sensitive skin
and what you have now decided is a small paintbrush.
I see you arch your back to raise your left side towards me,
because you know that in my preference for symmetry,
your left nipple is about to feel the same delicious warmth.

Once that is done, you feel the trail of liquid heat
move down the centre line of your chest, down your abdomen,
forming a puddle in your navel, before continuing downward.
Just how far will it go?
The brush passes through your curls
and you feel my hand touch your cock for the first time,
lifting the hardening shaft up and away from you,
so that I can apply the hot brush in long, broad strokes,
spreading the delightful heat along the top, bottom and sides of your organ.

You feel my weight on the bed shift as I put my tools on the side table
and I take up my place kneeling beside you, admiring my handiwork.
As the liquid cools, it gels and contracts slightly,
creating a pleasant, tugging itch that reminds you
of exactly where my brush has traveled.
Placing a hand on either side of you to support myself,
I bend to begin my task of cleaning away the sticky substance,
broad strokes of my tongue washing over your chest,
swirling around your nipples as I purr in cat-like delight.
I follow the path downward, alternately licking,
nibbling and sucking on your skin,
enjoying the warmth of you in my mouth.
My tongue delves deep into your navel, searching for every last drop.
I spend extra time on your curls, grooming you there with my tongue,
before running long flat licks up you shaft, now fully erect,
cleaning each side thoroughly before touching the head.

That task done, I hold your cock firmly upright in my hand and contemplate my dessert.
The dark red helmet that tops your shaft reminds me of
a cherry that might be placed on top of a scrumptious treat,
with a drizzle of pre-cum oozing from the end.
With a delicate flick of my tongue, I taste those precious first drops,
their saltiness mixing perfectly keşan escort with the sweetness of my artwork.
Unable to help myself, I pop the entire cherry of your cock
into my mouth, sucking it firmly against the roof of my mouth.
My tongue cleans the underside, rolling from side to side,
then I loosen my suction so that my tongue can move up and over the top.
Mmmm…..pure heaven. An intense wave of arousal moves through me,
as I feel your cock pulse and twitch in my mouth,
and as I feel your hips try to buck towards me,
knowing you want to be deeper in my mouth.
I know it’s time to move on, and my mouth leaves you.

I chuckle as I see you wince in frustration,
pleased that my efforts are having the intended effect.
I decide that it’s time for you to get a little taste of what I’ve been enjoying,
and I gasp as I part my nether lips and touch the warm brush to my clit,
spreading the mysterious substance in two long strokes inside my folds.
I crawl back on the bed and move towards your head,
lifting one knee up and over to the other side of your head,
until I am positioned on top of you, my hands on the headboard for support.
I feel your head lifting and turning from side to side between my legs,
so eager are you for any contact between your lips and my flesh.
I shiver in anticipation as I lower myself towards you,
until I can feel your hot breath on my open pussy.
With the first touch of my lips to yours, I feel your head lunge towards me,
your nose abruptly hitting my clit and sending a wave of pleasure through me,
before your tongue gets its first taste of the hot butterscotch sauce that I’ve applied there.
I groan as I feel your tongue go mad, licking and slurping and pulling at my labia,
knowing that the butterscotch has been diluted with my own juices,
which have been trickling down my thighs ever since we started.
As your tongue attacks my clit, I feel those familiar contractions begin deep with me,
and I know that if I don’t stop you now,
I’ll lose myself and grind my pussy down onto your tongue,
letting you bring me over and beyond the edge of orgasm.

Somewhat regretfully, I rise and crawl off of the bed.
Dipping a washcloth into a bowl of hot water that I have nearby,
I wring it out before using it to wipe the remaining stickiness from us,
the roughness of the cloth reminding you of my tongue on your nipples.
I wash your abdomen, your curls, and manhood with care,
before patting you dry with a towel,
smiling as I see your cock bobbing helplessly before me.
“Don’t worry, my sweet, your time will come”
And I bend to give you a kiss, before climbing back onto the bed.
This time I move to the base of the mattress, kneeling between your spread legs.
Once again you feel the warm trickle of massage oil hit your skin,
starting with the tops of your feet, and drizzling up your shins, to your knees.
Using one hand on each side, I work the oil into your feet,
firm enough not to tickle, lacing my fingers between your toes,
then using my thumbs to spread the oil into the balls of your feet.
With broad strokes of my hands, I massage the oil up your lower legs,
feeling your muscles tense and contract as I move higher,
running my hands under the backs of your knees, feeling a pulse there.
Now I squirt more oil up your right thigh,
dropping it from sufficient height so that you feel the impact
as the path heads towards your groin,
stopping just short before repeating the process with your left thigh.

Leaning forward now over one leg, I slide my hands up your thigh,
fingertips spread wide and held firm, moving in circular motions as I progress,
barely reaching the crease where leg joins hip before switching to the other side.
Beginning again at the knee, I again spread upwards,
but this time my kisses trail behind my hands, and I work from the outer thigh
by your knee, crossing my way over top as I head north,
until I am kissing your inner thighs where they begin to brush together.
I grin as I see that my progress up your thighs has once again captured your attention.
Your manhood, which had begun to relax as I massaged your feet,
is once again showing vigorous signs of life at my approach.

I see a smile spread across your face when you sense a generous stream of oil
fall on the tip of your cock, to dribble down the sides, over and around your balls,
oozing between the crevice of your buttocks to the sheet below.
I feel your legs tense and notice you hold your breath as you wait
for the touch that you know is coming.
I start by placing a palm under your sac, lifting slowly
until I feel the weight of you in my palm, then I place the other hand on top.
Cradling your balls in between my hands, I gently roll them,
feeling the slipperiness both within and outside of the sac.

I use one hand now to work the oil up from the base of your cock,
using a firm stroke of the hand to spread it up around your shaft,
until the mushroom-shaped head is rolling in my palm.
I find myself mesmerized by the sight of the head of your cock
disappearing and then reappearing as I stroke you.
My one hand continues to stroke you, while the other slides back off of your balls
to follow the trickle of oil that has disappeared between your legs.

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