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Looking at Elizabeth, you would never imagine the incredible pleasure she could give a man. Everything about her seemed ordinary and uninspired. A brown-eyed brunette standing about 5’1′, she preferred penny loafers, long skirts and blouses buttoned to the neck over tight jeans and halter tops. She never wore shorts or sandals, even in the heat of summer–no unnecessary exposed skin, no tan; and her long straight hair was always worn up, never loose or in a ponytail. Her sense of fashion, or lack of it, was unusual for someone her age. At 19, Elizabeth did not appear to be your typical teenage nymph, and you probably wouldn’t look twice at her if you saw her in a crowded bar. But that would have been a mistake.

Naked, which is how she preferred to be seen, was another story. Beneath the shapeless wardrobe was a mini model’s body: graceful, elegant neck, wide, angular shoulders, a tiny waist and a cute, tight little ass. She had surprisingly long, lean legs for a woman of her stature, and a nice, flat, lick-able tummy. Her breasts fit her petite frame just perfectly: firm, upright 34C’s with pert half-inch nipples that just begged to be pinched; and her silky hair was long and flowing, baby-soft, and reached halfway down her back. Elizabeth’s face was pretty, in a classic, non-descript kind of way, but not what you would call beautiful; its most striking feature was a set of full, juicy, coral-colored lips, ala Angelina Jolie. Your eyes were drawn to them by an ever-present, knowing, mysterious smile—a Mona Lisa, come-hither smile— a devilish smile that never left her face. She smiled when she spoke, when she said hello and goodbye; she even smiled when she laughed. It was her calling card.

Make no mistake about it; Elizabeth was not clueless about how she looked. There was purpose behind the lame wardrobe: it took attention away from her considerable beauty. Less asshole men to deal with, she reasoned, and more control over which ones she chose to reveal her true nature to. The truth was that Elizabeth possessed a deep, dark sexuality—as equally well hidden as her perfect body. Smoldering desire consumed the girl’s every waking moment and simmered just under the surface of her otherwise conventional life. It was a concentrated desire, boiling hot, ready to be expressed at any time—but only under the right circumstances. Elizabeth’s sexual cravings were narrowly focused—obsessively focused—around sucking cock. She’d much rather suck than fuck. Her week was not complete unless she had given someone a satisfying blowjob. If she didn’t carefully manipulate and control her powerful obsession, she’d very likely be a 2-bit whore giving $10 BJ’s on the street. Instead, Elizabeth was well-adjusted, held down a respectable part-time job in my law firm, attended college, and maintained a loyal, long-term relationship with an older lover, me, who pretty much paid for everything. Believe me, she was worth every penny.

So, at first glance Elizabeth appeared to be the classic egghead, a sweet little wallflower; but in reality her life was a living, breathing porno movie. She was, at heart, an artist. Giving blowjobs was her art, her means of expressing herself and her femininity…her religion, if you will. And if you were ever lucky enough to become the object of her oral attention, as I was for almost 3 years, you’d no doubt remember Elizabeth Irving for the rest of your life.

I was 35 back then and she was barely 19 when we first met at a local college watering hole. I was trolling for some young thing to take home and needed some rolling papers. I thought it would be a witty come-on to announce my problem to a table full of foxy young girls, which I did. A gorgeous blonde, slightly offended by my request, pointed out the potheads in the group. Quickly scanning the table, the blonde stood out as the one to take home and fuck senseless; but it was a petite, frumpy looking brunette sitting quietly in the corner who froze me with a seductive smile and spoke up, offering to provide the goods. What the hell, I thought: pussy was pussy. I agreed to share a joint with her, and before long we were walking out of the bar to the envy of her catty friends. Shortly after taking me back to her dorm room, I had her on her knees, gamely sucking cock for the first time in her young life. Later we fucked, but she insisted on blowing me two more times, and swallowed my cum on the last round. She loved it. We both knew that night that Elizabeth had found her calling in life.

I was married at the time, and an improbable May-December affair followed. Within a few short months, the quiet, unpretentious 19 yr old had developed, thanks to my patient tutoring, into a very talented cocksucker. She became a more than willing sperm drinker and discovered that she could orgasm just by giving head and having men cum in her mouth. She became fixated on me as her lover and teacher, and together we explored the joys of what turned out to be her innately submissive avşa escort nature. She was eager to please, and obedient to a fault and, best of all, would meet me anywhere, anytime, to service my cock. But It wasn’t long before she began to crave the taste of cum, and even I couldn’t supply her with enough jism to keep her happy. So I encouraged her to discretely indulge her obsession with other men as well—as long as she asked permission first and reported back to me with the intimate details of each encounter. She was happy to oblige. She pledged her loyalty and embarked on an orgy of cock sucking. It was a little disconcerting at first, but eventually I loosened up and her oral adventures became pure pud-pounding fun.

She’d call me sometimes in the middle of the day on her cell phone, seeking approval to suck guys off in the weirdest places: stairwells, bathrooms, dressing rooms, gym locker rooms. She’d call me afterwards and dirty-talk me to orgasm while we both masturbated.

“My, God, Michael, I’m still hot!” she whispered into the phone once after sucking some guy off in an empty classroom.

“Did he cum in your mouth?” I asked.

“Yes…kind of…it was really thick and salty” she offered details.

“Did you swallow it?” I wanted to know.

“Yes, most of it.” She replied, sounding disappointed.

“So why aren’t you satisfied, you little slut?” I teased.

“He came too soon”, she explained. “I was just getting in to it. His dick was delicious and I wanted to keep sucking it, but he pulled it out of my mouth while he was cumming, the fucking asshole,” she explained.

“Poor baby,” I joked.

“Fuck you,” she shot back, not amused at all. Giving blow jobs was serious business to Elizabeth.

“Are you playing with yourself?” I asked, getting back to the subject.

“I always masturbate when I call you. That’s what you want, isn’t it, Michael. I have two fingers in my pussy. Mmmm, it feels good! Are you playing with yourself?” she wanted to know.

“Of course. It’s nice and hard. Maybe I’ll cum for you if you’re a good girl,” I teased, encouraging her to keep frigging herself.

“Mmmm…just picturing you jerking off is making me hotter. God, I want to cum, Michael. I’m getting close. Can I?” Her breathing got heavier and her voice quivered as her submissiveness kicked in as she asked for permission.

“Not yet. Tell me more. So what happened? Did he shoot all over you?” I asked.

“I wish.” She sighed. “It’s all over the wall and on the floor. What a waste.”

“It doesn’t have to be,” I suggested. She sometimes needed prodding to get really down and dirty; but she would try anything I asked.

It dawned on her what I wanted. “Your going to make me lick it up, aren’t you, you bastard?” she asked. I could picture her smiling wickedly.

“I’m just thinking about you,” I lied. “I want you to have your orgasm. It’s a shame your friend didn’t give you a chance. You do want to cum, don’t you?”

“Yes, I need to, Michael,” she answered urgently, and added: “Will that make you cum, too? Will making me a dirty little cum licker get you off?” Her voice was shaking as she considered both actions.

“Don’t ask questions. Just do it. Hold the phone close so I can listen,” I instructed her.

There was a pause. She fumbled with the phone a bit and then I could clearly hear hungry little “mmmm’s’ in between wet sucking sounds as she licked up all the cum puddles she could find. She moaned softly as the little cum-whore savored and swallowed the cold dirty sperm. I listened and stroked my dick as I imagined her on her knees licking cum off the wall. What if someone walked in? She had become a real sperm-slut; she just couldn’t help herself and, of course, I encouraged her at every turn.

There was a loud noise as she must have dropped the phone, and I could hear her moaning and cursing in the background. She was climaxing, no doubt. I was in love with how fucking depraved she whad become. Masturbating was not going to satisfy me this time. I needed her mouth. My wife was away on business, as she often conveniently was, so I told Elizabeth to hurry over to my place and that I would work my cock for her until my balls were bursting with semen. I promised I would have a big load for her when she got here.

She pulled into my driveway 15 minutes later.

“Take off your clothes and undo your hair,” I said, as the door closed behind her. She undressed quickly, kicked off her shoes and shook out her thick mane. She stood in the hall totally naked, smiling seductively, passively allowing me to take in her breathtaking, youthful beauty. I noticed that her wispy-thin pubic hairs were glistening with cunt juice from their recent encounter with her fingers. I wasted no time in getting to the business at hand.

“Get down”, I ordered, pointing to the floor in front of me. She complied without question and dropped to her knees, waiting ayvalık escort for instructions like the submissive cock-slut she was.

I stepped away and slowly circled her, running my fingers through her baby-soft locks. I took my time, testing her patience. I knew she needed to suck my cock, but it was always better when I made her wait. She moaned softly and pressed her cheek against my hand like a purring cat at feeding time.

“Good girl”, I praised, as I stepped in front of her and undid my belt. I pulled her by her chin towards the zipper of my jeans. I wanted her to work for it. “Pull it down with your teeth.”

She looked up at me with a hint of irritation in her eyes. She was impatient, she wanted cock, and she wanted it desperately; but she clutched my thighs and did as she was told, grunting with frustration as she struggled to grasp the pull with her teeth. She finally succeeded in getting my fly open.

I undid the top snap of my jeans and pulled out my dick, which was already hard. I stroked it slowly, inches from her face as she stared hungrily, lips slightly parted. Her breath quickened in anticipation. She looked up into my eyes; graceful neck arched slightly back, and instinctively crawled closer to my feet to get into position. I was ready to drop a load in her mouth the minute she got on her knees, but I wanted to reinforce our relationship a little first.

“Open your mouth and let me see your tongue”, I instructed, my fully erect cock just above her face and pulsing with every heartbeat. She opened wide, closed her eyes and submissively offered up her mouth for inspection. She had nice, white, perfect teeth—so white that the pearly translucence of dripping semen contrasted nicely on them. She extended her tongue; it was twitching imperceptibly. I rubbed my index finger over the plump pink flesh, examining it, careful not to go too far into her throat and gag her. That made her salivate and she swallowed around my finger, moaning softly on it for a moment, then opening her mouth back up to allow further exploration of the soon-to-be cum-filled orifice.

“You have perfect lips”, I observed, admiring the natural coral color of those luscious pillows of pleasure. Elizabeth never used lipstick or gloss, which was how I liked it. “Perfect for cock-sucking,” I added. She nodded and smiled. She was proud of her oral skills and I always made sure to praise them.

I cupped her chin in the palm of my hand, a little roughly, and glided my thumb back and forth across her lips. “Lick them. Wet them for me, you little slut,” I said affectionately. She obediently moistened them with a few swipes of wet tongue and I stared for a moment as her lovely smile glistened in the soft light of the hallway. Her lips were perfectly shaped, full, and exquisitely soft and pliant—a gateway to the most intense pleasure a man could know. The thought of my thick cock sliding through them and onto her hot tongue was enough to spur me to end my little waiting game. I released my grip on her chin and finally presented the object of her desire to her.

“Kiss it,” I said, holding my dick to her waiting mouth.

This was her signal that the teasing was over and the serious work of sucking cock was about to begin. The tension evaporated from her body and she relaxed and settled back, resting her butt on her heels and placing her hands on her thighs. This was her comfort zone. Elizabeth never used her hands when she gave a blowjob. More often than not they were too busy roaming around her little body. She liked to fondle her breasts, squeeze and pinch the cute pink nipples, or bury a hand between her legs to play with her clit. She especially liked to finger fuck herself to orgasm while she sucked cock.

She brought her lips to the head of my dick, pursed them sweetly, and reverently kissed the tip as though she were planting a good-night kiss on a lover’s lips. She was truly a phallus worshipper and approached sucking cock with respect. She kissed it several times again—simple, lingering, affectionate pecks—careful not to take it into her mouth until she received permission. When she blew other guys, Elizabeth usually ran the show; but with me she got to indulge her submissive nature in a place of safety and trust. She needed that in her life. It was the bond between us.

“Lick it, Elizabeth. Taste it.” I told her, allowing her to proceed to the next level.

Sighing contentedly, she opened her mouth, and surrounded the throbbing crimson head, about halfway down. Her tongue slipped out and scooped up the bulbous knob, frenching with it in a hungry open-mouthed kiss. I could feel both the warmth of her breath and the hot, wet silkiness of her tongue, and it was all I could do to keep my mind distracted so I wouldn’t cum too soon. She liked to take her time. Usually, so did I. A good blowjob required finesse and restraint, and she knew that the longer she took, carefully escalating bafra escort her technique step by step, the more sperm she would be rewarded with at the end. But I sensed that this wasn’t going to take long. We were both impatient for release.

She continued licking the head for a bit, then removed her mouth, crouched low, and began licking the shaft from below with long, open mouthed licks, like a kid with a melting ice cream cone. I took a moment to indulge my inner voyeur as I looked down and studied the lithe young 19 year-old, on her pretty dimpled knees, contentedly servicing me. I took note to honor my good fortune as I watched, grateful, drifting into a meditative state of pure sensuality that I wanted to last forever.

But physical reality quickly intervened. I felt an electric jolt as her slithering tongue darted right into the nexus of nerve endings at the cleft beneath the cockhead. She knew her male anatomy; she was an expert at this, and worked the pleasure spot for a few moments with the flickering tip of her tongue. Then I sensed a warm trail of saliva being deposited along the throbbing vein as she licked her way down my cock to the base, stopping just short of my balls. She attached her lips to one side of the shaft and slid her mouth slowly up the pole, back to the tip. She kissed around the head some more, then licked and sucked her way back down the other side. This time she continued lower, planting soft, open-mouthed tongue-kisses on my balls—probably testing how full they were—and, satisfied, returned back to face my cock straight on. I could see the hunger in her eyes. She was aching to suck it. So was I.

We usually began the final step with some affirmation of her need—some dirty talk to enhance the act and to reinforce the nature of our relationship. It was a needed pause for me because I was already on the brink.

“So what are you, Elizabeth?” I asked her. We both knew the answers in this game, but it was a nice prelude to complete satisfaction for both of us.

“I’m a woman, Michael. I’m YOUR woman.”

“That’s right. Good girl. Never forget that.”

“I won’t,” she assured me.

“So, what kind of woman are you?” It was important that she always knew and accepted her place in my life.

She lowered her eyes as she spoke. “I’m a cocksucker. I’m a cum slut. I’m on my knees, where I belong. I suck your cock any time you want it, and I’ll suck any cock you tell me to.”

“Why, Elizabeth? You’re such an intelligent, nice young girl. Why would you do these things?” I wanted to remind her that it was her obsession. It was voluntary. It was her own desire, not just mine.

“Because I love to, Michael,” she confessed. “I love the smell of a man. I love the taste of a man’s penis. I don’t know why, I just do. I love the weight of it on my tongue. I love feeling smooth cock skin sliding through my lips. I love feeling the strength of a man when he uses my mouth for his pleasure. I’m a cocksucker. I was born to suck men off. I really love doing it. I’m not ashamed of it,” she admitted.

“What else do you love?” I asked, knowing the answer.

“Cum,” she answered without hesitation. “I love the taste of cum.”

“You can have an orgasm when a man cums in your mouth, can’t you? You’ve told me that many times.” I replied.

“Yes, almost always—but especially with you. I always have an orgasm when you cum in my mouth,” she admitted. “Can I suck it now? Please, I want to cum so bad. I need you to cum in my mouth, Michael.”

“Not yet, Elizabeth. There’s something more I want to know,” I said. “I want to know about your feelings. Tell me how you feel when you service men.” I knew that her desire came from a place deep within. It was real. I wanted her to acknowledge it.

She had learned from experience that she loved the physical act of sucking cock. She was a sensual, highly physical woman. It just felt good to her. She must have had nerve endings in her mouth and throat that other women didn’t. Who knows? She didn’t question that part of it. But it had taken some time for her to understand the psychological nature of her obsession, the emotional satisfaction she got from sucking cock. She explained it to me, and for herself, once again.

“I feel useful and needed when I’m giving a blowjob. I feel like I have purpose in my life. It’s a wonderful gift I have, to be able to create such pleasure with my mouth. I love giving that gift to my man. What more could a woman give?” she asked rhetorically. “I get so much satisfaction from giving pleasure. I live for it.”

My cock was getting even harder as I listened to her smutty confession, and I was ready to move on at this point.

But she continued on her own. “You’ve taught me a lot about myself, Michael. How I have to be strong to survive out in the world—to be decisive and manipulative to get what I need. But that’s not really me. I feel most like myself when I’m on my knees servicing you. I feel feminine. I can be myself and give you my gift without fear. I don’t have that anywhere else in my life. I can let go and not have to be strong when I’m on my knees sucking cock. I can give myself up to your strength and feel loved and safe. Like I do right now,” she admitted.

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The afternoon was moving along nicely. Phone calls came in and emails went out. Status quo, really. But nothing major. Just stepped outside to check the weather. Still like an oven out there. Must water plants later tonight. Got a drink of water and now back at my desk checking headlines, reading more about the oil spillage in the Gulf. Man, those poor people and animals. Like New Orleans hasn’t had enough to deal with. Today was actually a really good day for me. Smiling. It was going to happen tonight. Netta and I spoke earlier and we both felt tonight was the night. How exciting.

These past weeks have been a good time for sports. Let’s see we’ve got the Lakers and Celtics playing in the Finals and the Blackhawks and Flyers playing in the NHL Finals tonight. I would watch the Blackhawks, but I don’t want to jinx them. I watched two of their games in the finals and they lost both. But when I turned the games on in the third period, they’ve won those. Wish I was in Vegas so I could place bets on both games at a Sportsbook. Maybe a short 8 hour drive to Laughlin, NV is in order. Eh, I’ll just watch some on my hi def at home. Comforts of home. Thinking of comforts, I need to get out of here soon and head home.

So hot outside. The birds aren’t even flying. They’re all just sitting in the birdbath balçova escort commiserating. Thank god my swamp cooler is working. It’s not as cool as force air conditioning, but still cool. I turned music on and jumped in the shower. Felt great. The day was over. Good beats out of the speakers and Netta would be home in a little while. I started prepping a nice little dinner going for us. Pasta with a light pesto sauce, salad, Italian bread and red wine.

Dinner was quite good. Afterwards, Netta decided to take a relaxing bath. I changed the music to an easy new agey kind of thing and chased the cat out for her. I went to watch some hockey with the volume muted. A short while later, I heard the bathroom door open, then the bedroom door close. I caught a glimpse of Netta’s beautiful dark skin. Mmm. Fifteen minutes later, the door opened and Netta came walking through the front room, wearing that lingerie piece she bought last week. I immediately felt a rush through my body. That lingerie piece really showed off her big round ass. She walked by me. I was not to touch her. I breathed. Maintain composure. Focus on the hockey. That ass was so mesmerizing. Netta brought me a cold beer, but didn’t say a word. Opening it right in front of me, blocking my view of the game. bandırma escort Damn her big black ass. So smooth. Those large breasts were faintly seen under the cloth. She bent over. Dammit. Those thighs. Thick flanks. Mm. Not to touch her. This went on for about a half hour or so. Felt like longer, for sure. She paraded around the house. I throbbed. The bedroom door closed. Ugh-oh. I gently rubbed my bulge. Not too much. Back to the game. Blackhawks down 2-1. I got up to make sure the doors were locked, soon calling it a night. I began to hear what sounded like brief puffs of air. From a person. A woman. Netta had started. Well, she started a while back with me, but this next portion was all her. In the bedroom. I waited patiently. Moans emanated from the bedroom. I was restless in my seat out in the front room. The moans changed to ‘ohhhhhhs’ and ‘ahhhhhs.’ Then louder, ‘Oh my god, Craig. I’m ready. It’s ready.”

I stood up and removed my v neck t shirt. Then lowered my jeans and kicked them to the couch. My thick cock pointed the way back to the bedroom. I hesitated, with my hand on the doorknob. I heard Netta behind the door. The door opened. I stood in the doorway. Oh my god. Netta’s legs were spead wide in the air. Her beautiful curvy black body glistened. And, bayraklı escort oh my god. Her pussy was so swollen with excitement. Throbbing. Almost breathing like a black panther cat. I had to dive in head first. Netta let out a roar as I moved into her kitty. Deliciously sweet. Her beautiful lips. I wanted to feel my cock in her but had to wait until told to do so.

In her state of arousal, Netta uttered the words, I……..want…….your…….cock…….in…….me………now.” I stood next to the bed. Her legs splayed wide. I dipped the head of my cock down between her lips and with slow movements, entered her. Both of us let out a moan, like a near sense of relief. We were fucking. Her large breasts moved with my slow and steady movements. Netta occasionally told me to fuck her. Slide that cock. We fucked for what seemed like a long time. My cock raged. I stopped when I had to or to tease her a little. Then started again when I did. She bent over the side of the bed and I adored her big round black ass. Damn. Slapping it. Rubbing it. Fucking her moistness again. Netta moved to her back again. I grabbed her legs and put them over my shoulders so we could fuck hard. And we did. Netta had what seemed like her third orgasm. When I came wildly. Bucking like a fucking animal. I groaned and moaned, nearly taking a bite out of her shoulder with animalistic sexual peak. It was incredible. Just incredible. We collapsed. And laid there, seemingly dazed and confused all over each other and our various wetness. Until one of us got the energy to get up and take a shower. The other followed a little later.

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The Penske files

Sharon heard an unexpected noise in the cubicle areas outside her office. Who could be around here at this hour on a Friday before a three-day weekend?

Through her office window she saw a tall figure walking through the rows of cubicles. The person stopped, and then made their way toward her office. In a moment Daniel, a marketing assistant, appeared at her office door.

“I thought I saw the lights on in your office. What are you doing here so late on such a nice Friday evening, Sharon? It’s a three-day weekend, too.”

“Hey, Daniel. I’m trying to get this Penske proposal ready by Tuesday since Ann’s on vacation. Thought I’d plow through it now, so I don’t have to come back and work on it tomorrow. I want to enjoy the whole weekend,” she replied. “And what about you? What brings you back to the office so late?” she asked.

“I was out having a couple of beers with friends after work, then I realized I’d left my backpack here. It’s got my gym clothes in it and that’s where I’m headed next. I almost didn’t make it into the building before they locked the doors.”

“Going to go work off those beers, huh?” she asked with a smile.

“Gonna try,” he said, grinning.

He looked more closely at her and scowled. She still wore her corporate gray skirt-suit and white top, though she’d kicked off her shoes.

“You look tense and tired, Sharon. Are you sure you wouldn’t rather come back tomorrow and finish that proposal? It’s late, and you said earlier you’d gotten here at seven o’clock.”

“I’ve thought about it,” she replied. “I should at least take a break. I’ve only been doing simple stretches here at my desk. My eyes sting from looking at the computer screen so long.

Daniel looked thoughtful and hesitant.

“Well, I recently started going to massage school. I should give you a couple pointers for working at your desk.”

“Really?” Sharon exclaimed. “Then you’re just the person I want to see!” She thought for a moment. “I hope that doesn’t mean you’ll be leaving us, though.”

“No worries there, it’s just something I want to do to help people. And the extra money wouldn’t hurt, either. It’ll be a side gig,” he replied.

Sharon paused.

“I hesitate to ask this, but would you mind rubbing my shoulders a bit?”

“I was thinking about it,” Daniel said, smiling. “It would give me a chance to practice on someone who’s not a classmate. It’s inappropriate I guess, though — I mean as co-workers.”

Sharon was Daniel’s manager and vice president of marketing. She had interviewed and hired Daniel. Why not? she asked herself. After all, some high-tech firms offer free shoulder massages to their employees. Consider it “executive privilege.”

Sharon gave a short laugh and said “Look, we’ve been working together for over a year now. I have no misgivings about having you rub my shoulders.”

“Well, okay then,” Daniel replied.

He stepped around to the back of her chair as she leaned forward a bit and rubbed her shoulders and upper back.

“Yeah, you’re pretty tense. You should do some de-stressing exercises if you’re going to be working at a desk this long,” Daniel said. “I’ll show you them before I leave.”

“Yeah, I know I should take better care of myself,” Sharon sighed. “I wanted to pump this out, though.”

Sharon felt the tension and stress disappear under his skilled hands. She sighed. Sharon became more relaxed, and worked hard to suppress a moan.

“They’re teaching you well at that massage school,” Sharon said.

It felt so good. She wished Brad weren’t gone-she could use some physical attention.

Daniel continued the massage for another minute.

“Where did your boyfriend go? Didn’t he go on a trip?” he asked.

“He’s gone on a motorcycling trip with a few of his buddies. They’re driving the River Road from the source of the Mississippi to its mouth in New Orleans. Then they’re going to Mardi Gras. They’re making it a 17-day trip. Not my thing. He calls me every night.”

“Wow, that sounds like an awesome trip. When did he leave?”

“A week ago Monday.”

Sharon didn’t want these good feelings to end, Daniel’s touch was heavenly. She’d had a hard week anyway, besides Ann being on vacation.

Daniel was a nerdy hipster type who dressed a bit too funky for a corporate environment. In his spare time Daniel was an artist. He blended photography with painting, with occasional female nudes. Sharon had seen some of his work. His pieces had a sensuality to them but the sensibility of Jackson Pollack. Sharon tried to put together all these incongruities about Daniel. A hipster in a corporate marketing environment, a gym rat, artist, and-masseur? What an eclectic guy!

Over the desk

Daniel stroked her hair for a few seconds, then gave her hair a gentle tug to signal an end. Sharon felt a familiar tingle inside her from the hair pull. She sighed, still hunched over her desk, wondering if he knew that the hair pull was “a move.” bergama escort She didn’t think it was his intention, but it had aroused her senses.

“Okay, we’ll stop here. You don’t seem as tense now,” Daniel said.

Sharon paused for a moment, wondering more about those “executive privileges.” It wasn’t so much that she missed Brad, Daniel’s touch had turned her on. Even though her body was more relaxed, her mind raced with indecision. Should she come onto him? Screw Brad, he wasn’t going to last long in her life anyway; too much of a macho guy. But, there was the obstacle of manager-employee relations and its possible repercussions. She shifted in her seat and felt the tingle again.

“No, I think I’ve still got some tension left in me,” she said in a quiet, hesitant voice.

Slowly, she sat upright in her chair and turned to face him. Daniel had started to walk away.

“Enjoy your weekend, Sharon!”

“Wait. Don’t go yet, Daniel,” Sharon said.

He turned and looked at her.

She smiled and paused before speaking.

“You know, Daniel, it isn’t easy being in my position, a vice president and a department manager. It requires a lot of responsibility, which comes with significant stress. The stress comes with managing people. But there are certain perks to a vice president’s role. You could call them ‘executive privileges, `I guess,” she said, pulling her chair out from her desk.

Daniel didn’t mean to frown, but he did. She took no notice and went on.

“I suppose you’ve heard of some privileges that executives and some managers have. One of them is obvious-telling a subordinate what to do, and then they do it. That’s part of managing people.”

She paused.

Daniel gave a quiet scoff through his nostrils and said, “I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Sharon.”

She looked at the floor and then said, “What I mean is, I still have some tension in me. Maybe you didn’t hear me say it a minute ago.”

“No, I didn’t. I thought I’d taken care of it.”

Her gaze returned to his face and she smiled.

“Okay, then, I’ll tell you straight out. I’m asking you to finish the job you started, because we can’t leave work half done in this office. I still feel tension in me.”

Daniel’s expression turned to one of exasperation as he looked at the ceiling. Sharon felt in unfamiliar yet familiar territory. She had come on to men before, but never when it involved a working relationship. The more she thought about and talked about it, the more her loins tingled.

“Okay, then, what would you like me to do?” he asked.

“A woman has certain needs, Daniel,” she said, looking him in the eye. She touched her finger to her lower lip.

“What?” Daniel asked.

Sharon reached out her stockinged foot and rubbed it along his calf.

“Sh-Sharon, what are you doing?” Daniel asked, backing away and into the credenza hard.

A photo of Sharon and Brad leaning upright fell flat, and the tall credenza fell, blocking his exit. She had him trapped. Sharon gave him a look that said she was the cat and he was a mouse

“I’m not sure this is the right thing, Sharon.”

“Not sure what’s the right thing?” Sharon asked, feigning innocence.

“You’re trying to…”

She scooted her chair closer to him, and then reached out to rub his thigh.

“What am I trying to do, Daniel? Tell me.”

Sharon enjoyed this, fuck any repercussions. Her pussy was wet. How many times had she fantasized about seducing a younger man?

Daniel moved the credenza aside so he could get through. He couldn’t seem to get the words out.

“You’re trying to-turn me on,” he said at last.

Sharon laughed. Oh, this was fun!

“Turn you on? I don’t understand,” Sharon said. “All I said was that I still have more tension in me. Do you think you can relieve the rest of my tension, Daniel?” she asked as she traced her finger to his crotch.

“Well, yes but, you … you’re my manager, and you have a boyfriend.”

“Which makes it all the more delicious, doesn’t it?” she asked, disbelieving she’d said it.

Was it the long day? Maybe it was the fight she and Brad had before he left. It may have been that she was plain horny, alone in the office with a hunky young co-worker.

“Oh, no. I can’t believe this is happening,” Daniel said.

Sharon felt something in his slacks growing harder and longer as she rubbed. She ran the edge of a polished red fingernail down the length of his pole.

“You know, I think he wants to come out and play,” she said, looking up and smiling. “Don’t you think he wants to play? Maybe he knows what you want better than you do.”

Sharon watched him as he struggled with his thoughts. She continued to rub and stroke him through his pants. He was no longer trapped between the credenza and her. He could leave if he wanted to.

“You can leave, you know. You can get by the credenza, if you want. I don’t want this to be harassment. biga escort You don’t think I’m harassing you, do you?”

“No,” Daniel whispered at last.

Now it was Daniel whose body had gone limp, although something else had stiffened. Sharon smiled and felt his cock hard inside his pants.

“Do you mind if we set this big guy free?” she asked.

“No,” Daniel whispered again.

She felt inside his boxer-briefs, and pulled his dick out so it could get some air. She gazed at its length. It had a slight up-curve to its shape, and ended in a tapered tip. It was a ready-made G-spot cock!

Sharon loved sex, and was very orgasmic. In her younger years people considered her a bit of a slut. This accounted in part for her first marriage at age 20 and later two divorces. She became known around her high school and liberal arts college for her oral skills. Funny thing was, she never became known for her artistic skills.

Still sitting in her chair, she slowly and methodically took his entire length into her mouth. Her nose bumped against his shaved pubis, and she heard him gasp. She made guttural, half-choking noises as she worked it down her throat. She rolled her tongue around it a couple times, then slid it out slowly. His cock slipped from her mouth, wet with her spit. And then she did the same thing again and again.

Sharon watched Daniel as she sucked, taking in more of him. He was tall, with a wiry frame, tight abs, narrow hips, and rather scrawny thighs. (Brad had a stockier build, so his thighs were more like a baseball catcher’s.) He wasn’t particularly tan, a bit on the pale side. Sharon enjoyed the sun in her free time, so her skin contrasted with his.

Sharon stared at the area where his outer thigh met his hip. The muscle tightened as she thrust his cock into her mouth. She looked at his cock the next time she slid it out of her mouth. Gobs of her drool covered it, a string of spit hanging from the head. The look and texture of his cock, its veins and the spongy head, excited her. She felt her pussy drip, and a familiar, aching hunger inside her.

She grasped the base of his cock in one hand, caressing his balls as she sucked. Her hand twisted and turned around the shaft as she worked him. Daniel grabbed her head with both hands and moaned, “Oh yeah, that feels so good.”

Letting go of his balls, she slid her hands up and unbuttoned his shirt. His hairless chest was nicely toned. She loved feeling his belly and chest, knowing what pleasure she was giving him as he sighed. Her panties stuck to her pussy lips, she was so wet.

Sharon took his length into her mouth again. Then she reached behind him and grabbed both his butt cheeks, and pulled him hard into her. This had the effect of adding another inch to his length inside her mouth, and she almost retched. She escaped the situation by sliding his dick out until just the head was in her mouth, and exhaling hard.

Daniel moved to the side away from Sharon slightly, and his cock slipped out of her.

“I thought this was about relieving your shoulder tension,” he said, smirking.

Sharon stood up, and then sat on the edge of her desk.

“I think we’ve got a real good start on that,” she replied in a throaty voice that dripped with desire.

Looking him in the eyes with a lustful expression, she slowly lifted her skirt up around her waist. Her arousal had soaked through her panties and the crotch of her nylons. She could see the desire in his eyes when he saw the damp dark patch between her legs.

“Oh, my god, that looks so good,” he said quietly. “You are so wet!”

Still looking into Daniel’s eyes, Sharon said to him in the same low, sexy voice, “I need something else from you now. Something that will put out my fire.”

Daniel watched as she straightened up, and reached under her skirt. Sharon took off her underwear and nylons together, and then removed her skirt. Daniel looked her over appreciatively.

Naked, she cleared away papers, the computer mouse and keyboard, and some photos from her desk. Then she bent over it, offering him her ass. Daniel reached down and began to finger her sopping pussy, which opened for his fingers. A stream of her arousal began to trickle from her pussy onto the desk.

“I don’t need any foreplay, just… I need to feel you inside me,” she said, her voice shaking.

“Come here,” she told him, grabbing his cock from behind and pulling him toward her.

Daniel moved forward, and she rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, making her tremble in her legs. He kept rubbing and teasing her opening. Her juices collected at the hole.

“Don’t tease,” she begged. “Fuck me. I need you inside me. Get it in.”

Then he slowly but firmly plunged the whole of his rod into her wet sheath.

“Oh yessssss! That’s what I want!” Sharon moaned. “Yeah, fuck me good baby!” she whispered.

She felt a wave start to form somewhere inside her. It started far offshore bornova escort and began to build, taking her along with it in its force. Then it started to crest. It crashed on the beach, and she felt herself cumming as she moaned “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!”

Daniel stayed with her, continuing to move in and out of her as she came. He teased her by pulling out entirely, or leaving just the head of his rod in her-then plunging back into her again. And again. Back out and tease—plunge in deep; the repetition and contrast drove her crazy. Her hands were taut as she gripped the edge of the desk.

Sharon had a mental picture of how she might look to anyone coming by her office window. She, bent over her desk as her young subordinate plowed into her doggie-style. The mental image made her hornier, and she bucked her hips back at him. The sound of their hips slapping together filled the office, with their grunts and moans.

Daniel began to lose himself in his passion, and started to fuck her harder. He grasped her hips once more, and pounded her. From his insistent ramming and his increased panting she sensed he was about to cum.

“Wait! I want you to cum in my mouth,” she heard herself say.

Daniel stepped back while Sharon got off the desk, then knelt on the floor in front of him.

She watched as Daniel stood over her, head back as he stroked his cock. She said words of encouragement as he did. Then she heard him gasp in pleasure, saw his cock swell and lurch. She loved cock, especially one spurting its load down her throat. She clamped her mouth down hard over his rod. Suddenly, spurt after hot salty spurt splashed at the back of her mouth and spilled down her throat.

Sharon bore down to swallow it all, grimaced, and realized there was no way she was going to take it all. She released his cock, lifted her face and opened her mouth wide. The last spurts splashed on her face and open mouth, dribbling down her chin and onto her tits. Even after her efforts, she wanted more of Daniel’s cum. It tasted so good!. She tried sucking and jerking, while stroking his balls. All she could produce was a few little squirts.

It was over. They looked at each other, breathing hard, Daniel still towering over her.

“Oh my god,” they said simultaneously, and broke into laughter.

Daniel helped Sharon up, and she sat on the desk. Sharon reached for a few tissues, wiped her pussy, and cleaned the cum from her face and breasts. She sat down in the chair, noticing the cum and pussy juice mixture on it. A quick wipe erased the evidence.

“Well, I’m definitely not feeling any more tension,” she grinned.

Daniel chuckled.

“I think I’ll skip the gym tonight,” he said.

There was an awkward silence.

“I’d better go,” Daniel said, and he began to dress.

He then set the credenza in its position, and they said an awkward goodbye.

Sharon didn’t move from the desk until she heard the elevator door close. When she did, she saw a puddle of their combined juices on the desk. Sharon dressed, and collected herself and her things. She put things back where they belonged, and took a small hand mirror out of her purse. Examining herself in it, she noticed her hair was messy, but not too bad considering.

She headed for the ladies room, checking on the way to see if anyone had been around to catch their encounter. The place was like a ghost town. She had a pee, washed, and checked herself again in the bathroom mirror.

How the hell did that happen, she asked herself as she walked to the parking garage. Daniel was an attractive young man, and she’d been alone in the office with good-looking guys before. Fuck, she’d flirted with them in her office, even when she had a guy at home. This wasn’t like her. What had happened?

There was a text message on her phone from Brad: “Hi, it’s me, just checking in to say we’re all fine. Was hoping to talk. Where are you? Gonna go to bed early tonight, today was a long ride. We’ll talk tomorrow, I guess. See ya.”

Sharon didn’t know what to do. Should she call a girlfriend? No, it would shock her friends if she told them about the encounter with Daniel. So would her two college-aged daughters. These days she tried to hold up a reputation as a “good girl.” But even good girls can succumb to sexual situations, she told herself.

Heading into the bathroom, she turned on the water for the tub and took off her clothes. She poured some bubble bath and lit a candle, and then got into the tub for a hot soak. A good sob was in order as well; she hadn’t meant to be unfaithful to Brad. It disturbed her to know she’d come onto Daniel so easily. Had she never left her slutty side behind?

True, Brad wasn’t that great of a guy. She knew he was more convenience than someone she could spend years with. He was a kind of a jerk, really. But she had a tendency to fall for jerks—she didn’t know why. Daniel was a sensitive, artistic guy who seemed to know his way around a woman’s body-the kind she never went for.

Sharon got out of the bath, dried off, and then put on her pajamas. She had a restless night, feeling horrible as she argued with herself. Could she, should she ever tell her boyfriend about the encounter with Daniel? Why had she been so quick to have sex with him?

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The sunlight shone through the gap in the curtains, the bright light falling over the folds of the bed sheets. It had been a whirlwind night, neither one of them expecting anything to happen. John slowly opened his eyes, looking around to see her still asleep next to him. He gazed at her partly covered body and recalled the previous night’s events.

He hadn’t felt like going out when his mates showed up. He was looking forward to a quiet night in, but they managed to convince him to come out for a drink. They all piled into their cars and set off to their usual haunt. John knew they had a local band playing that night and that the bar would be humming with people; as it always was when there was live music. They parked up and walked to the entrance shortly after 8pm. John was optimistic of still getting a bit of a quiet night if he didn’t hang around too long.

As he had expected, he band was loud and the room was hot and sweaty. The group made their way to the bar, gently pushing through the crowd as they went. They ordered drinks and started looking around for a table, not really expecting any of them to be free. They were right, all of them were taken. They decided to push through and see how close they could get to the band, who were already in full swing and had been for about an hour.

After a couple of minutes they found themselves a couple of rows from the front. The crowd was trying to dance to the music but the number of people in the room prevented anybody really dancing. The room was jumping; each body was pressed up against at least 3, if not 4 others. John’s luck seemed to be in tonight, right in front of him was a woman dressed simply, nothing showy and certainly nothing as revealing as some of the things a lot of the women in the crowd were wearing. As the people around him moved to the music, John found himself pushed closer and closer to the woman in front; on a couple of occasions he very nearly bumped into her but managed to hold back and to only lightly brush against her back. The lighting was low and colored spotlights flashed on and off on stage lighting up the audience as they span in rhythm with the music. John could see that she had dark blond hair; it swayed in time with her movements to the music. He struggled to stay back, bucak escort but couldn’t help being thrust ever closer to her back, brushing her body with his with metronomic regularity.

He felt a stirring in his jeans; he couldn’t help it his crotch was rubbing against her pert behind. He couldn’t see it in the darkness but he could feel it and that was enough it seems. The crowd behind John suddenly surged forward thrusting him towards her. So far he had managed to resist, but he couldn’t hold back this time and was pushed hard against her. His face was so close to her he could smell her hair; he loved it but was praying that she hadn’t felt the rapidly expanding bulge in the front of his jeans. Upon feeling the push from behind, she turned her head and saw John looking sheepishly over her shoulder. He smiled awkwardly at her, and she smiled back. He couldn’t tell if she had felt him against her, but he didn’t think she had. He couldn’t believe it; he had gotten away with it.

He found himself getting closer to him again, but he wasn’t moving. Was she moving towards him? She certainly seemed to be. She had moved far enough back that they were once more touching. He was no longer being pushed forwards to her but she was swaying against him, rubbing against his groin. He could help his body’s reaction, he was now fully aroused, his manhood was straining the flies on his jeans. She was gyrating, pushing harder and harder against him. She turned to face him, looked up and their eyes met. She remained pressed against John, almost in an embrace. He thought she was about to kiss him, but she didn’t. She grabbed his and pulled him through the crowd towards the entrance.

They had been in the bar for over an hour, but to John it felt like only minutes. Darkness had fallen outside and the cool night air felt cold against their skin as they burst out the doors. He looked down into her eyes and saw beads of sweat running down her face. Without having said a word to each other they stared into each other’s eye and slowly they moved in and kissed. From then on time seemed to fly. The drive back to his flat, the walk up the stairs seemed to pass in a blur.

As they entered the flat, they started pulling each other’s clothes off. bulancak escort Pulling her sweater over her head, John marveled at her body being slowly revealed to him. The plain clothes she wore were in stark contrast with the black lace lingerie hidden beneath. She frantically unbuttoned his shirt exposing his toned torso, all the while moving through the flat towards the bedroom. As they entered the bedroom, she was fumbled at the flies of his jeans and him at hers. Jeans were pulled of and they both collapsed onto the bed, their half-naked bodies embraced. He caressed her sides, slowly running his hands up and down the gentle curve of her back. Her pale skin shivered under his fingers, his touch arousing her with every passing second.

His hands reached behind her and grasped at her bra strap, struggling to undo it. Seconds later, she pulled away from him, reached for the front of her bra and undid it. It fell away revealing the rounded shape of her breasts. He caressed his way around the underside of each one and leant down and took each nipple in his mouth, gently he licked around both nipples in turn. She pulled his chin up to hers and kissed his lips. Caressing her way slowly down his chest, her fingers made their way through the dark covering of hair on his chest. Passing over his muscular stomach, her hands acting quickly to try and remove his black silk boxer shorts. As they slid down his legs, her hand found its way to his engorged manhood. Feeling it throbbing between her fingers, she started to move her hand up and down along his shaft, all the time gently rubbing her thumb around the tip.

He couldn’t have been more aroused, yet he felt his cock trying of harden even more. She slid her way down his body, licking her way down as she went. She seemed hesitant but in an instant she took him into her mouth, running her tongue around the head of his penis. She moved her lips up and down rhythmically. He didn’t want her to stop, but he knew if she carried on for much longer he would be able to stop himself cumming right there. He tentatively withdrew from her mouth and rolled her over onto her back. He moved down her body kissing every inch as he went. The black lace of her panties stretched across her taut lower bulanık escort stomach. John slid his fingers under the waistband. Moving around to the side he slid them down her long shapely legs, revealing her moistness to him. He started kissing his way back up her legs, only pausing to look her in the eyes before moving between her legs. He gently caressed around her pussy, feeling her getting wetter by the second. As he leant in he kissed the folds of her pussy, lightly flicking her clit with his tongue. Writhing with pleasure under each of his kisses, she felt a wave of pleasure surge through her.

She wanted him inside her, she couldn’t wait any longer. She pulled him up along her body, reached down, grasped his cock and slowly guided it into her wetness. She moaned softly as he entered her, as did he on feeling her pussy gripping him tightly. He felt incredible, a surge of energy rushed through him as he pushed in and out of her. Sliding his hands under the small of her back, he lifted her from the bed and carried her towards the wall. He felt every single movement from within her as they moved across the room.

Almost falling against the wall, he started to once more move between her thighs. She moaned once more as he took her weight and thrust inside her. She wrapped he legs around his waist, her hands grasped behind his neck as they moved together. He started to move across the room once again, falling backwards on to the bed. She sat astride him, moving her hips forwards and back, pleasure flowing through them both. He once more rolled her on to her back, knowing he wouldn’t be able to last much longer. As he continued to thrust in and out of her, he felt himself nearing orgasm. He could feel the walls of her pussy gripping and releasing his cock faster and faster. He knew that feeling, she was beginning to cum. He maintained his rhythm, trying to make sure she achieved orgasm before he felt the same release. She started to writhe beneath him; he knew it wouldn’t take much more.

The sounds of their pleasure could be heard from outside the flat, but that didn’t bother them. As she gasped for breath, he felt himself nearing the end. He remained within her until the last possible moment, withdrawing only seconds before he felt the release of orgasm overcoming him.

Breathing hard, he collapsed onto the bed next to her. They didn’t say a word, but they kissed passionately. Covering their naked bodies with the sheets, they embraced one more. Laying there in each other’s arms, they slowly slipped into a deep and restful sleep.

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Fifty Cent Piece — Ch. 6

This is the sixth chapter in the ‘Fifty Cent Piece’ series. The plot thickens! I hope you enjoy it. Do let me know your thoughts as constructive feedback is always appreciated. All rights reserved, © Northern_One, 2013.

It was developing into a bit of a pattern: Anna, or in this case Anna and Sara, would spend the evening with me then at some point I’d pass out and in the small hours wake up and try to piece together what had happened the night before. This morning was no exception, except when I woke up I had a gnawing sense that something was seriously wrong. I looked at my wrist. My watch was gone. I lifted the duvet in the vain hope that it had come undone at some point and was just in the bed. It wasn’t but I did find a post-it note. Judging by the tone of the message I assumed it had been left affixed to an intimate part of my anatomy.

Morning, sexy boy.

We thought you’d be sure to find this note if we left it here. Thank you for sharing your wonderful cock with us last night. We hope you enjoyed it as much as we did! We’re sure you won’t forget our little agreement today but we’ve borrowed your watch, just in case.

Love and kisses,

Anna and Sara xx

I groaned and turned over, burying my head in the pillow. Of course it had been too good to be true.

*

There was still no wind to speak of so a sail wasn’t an option but I needed to clear my head and think about what I’d got myself into. A bike ride was the next best thing.

I found myself on a narrow, sandy trail that skirted the forest just inland. I’d drunk too much wine and smoked too much grass to consider a serious ride but just being away from the campground and my van would help me think. I didn’t know what time it was but there had been no signs of life from the other campers and I hadn’t seen a soul since I set off on my bike. It looked like being another sticky, humid day. The air felt thick and close, adding to a sense of building claustrophobia, but cycling along at least meant it felt a little fresher on my face. The cicadas were chirruping away already and tiny acrobatic birds swooped and zipped just in front of me, feasting on the insects stirred up by my movement through the stillness.

The girls had concocted a plan and in my aroused state the night before I’d agreed to it without having as clue what they wanted from me. I knew I couldn’t place all the responsibility with the two Scandinavian temptresses but they’d got me that high and that worked up that in the end all I’d been able to think about was emptying my aching balls. The details were a little hazy but as far as I could remember, Anna had an idea for another scam, this time involving Sara and me.

Whilst I was in the pub Anna had been wandering round the shops, in search of an unsuspecting dupe she could seduce and scam. She’d already worked her magic on the guy in the clothes shop but had spotted an old watch in a second-hand shop that she thought could be worth something. I was to check it out in advance , to see if it was the type she thought it was, and then Sara and her would work together to distract the man working there, give him a little thrill, and procure the watch. When I’d asked her why she didn’t just buy the watch if it the shop didn’t know what it was really worth she’d given me a look one might reserve for a particularly dim-witted child and asked, “but where’s the fun in that?”

The previous night it had all seemed illicitly exciting. I couldn’t deny that Anna’s blatant flaunting of her sexuality was a turn-on; when she’d told me what she’d done to acquire her new outfit I’d got so horny I’d had to drag her into an alleyway and fuck her, and at the cinema, flashing her tits at the poor lad in the kiosk had made me so hard. Behaving like that was so slutty, so incongruous with her perfect appearance. I’d never met anyone so willing to use their body to get what they wanted and it was so taboo, so dirty and immoral that I’d found it ridiculously arousing. To become directly involved in it myself, however, was a different matter. Aside from an occasional dabble with controlled substances I wasn’t sure I’d ever actually broken the law. I’d certainly never hustled or scammed anyone. The thought of it, of Anna and Sara flashing, teasing and doing who knew what else was no less arousing, in fact the thought of it generated some stirrings in my shorts, but I couldn’t shake the knowledge that at the end of the day, Anna was basically screwing — who knew, perhaps even literally? — an innocent party for her own material gain. I stood on the pedals as I rode faster along the track. I reached the crest of a sharp hill and sat back down on the saddle, my pulse quickened, my breathing a little strained. I looked at the endless blue sea on one side, the deep, ancient forest on the other, and mulled over this moral dilemma. Was sex with Anna and Sara worth abandoning my principles and ethics for? I thought of the sight of two blonde beauties pleasuring each other, çarşamba escort their tanned bodies, their full tits, their ripe arses, the feel of their soft skin under my hands, their hot, welcoming holes, the ecstasy of my orgasms. As I laid my bike against a tree and slid my shorts down to relieve the tension that even thinking about them caused, I knew the answer. As the thick globules of my sperm splattered onto the sand, my animal grunts of pleasure sullying the unspoilt environment, I knew Anna’s spell was too strong. Besides, I needed my watch.

*

By the time I arrived back at the camp ground I felt much better. My hangover was gone and I was excited by the prospect of another of Anna’s forbidden capers. The fact that I’d be involved in this one only added to the anticipation.

I freewheeled down the gentle slope into the camp ground and saw a pair of towel-clad females emerging from the shower block. Each of them clutched a wash bag and were chatting away as they walked towards Anna’s blue camper van. I made a beeline for them.

“Morning girls,” I said cheerily, as I approached. They stopped and looked round.

“Oh, hi Sam,” Anna said. Like Sara’s her wet hair was brushed back.

“Been saving water again?” I asked.

Both girls laughed mischievously. “Yeah, you should have joined us,” Anna said.

“I might have but I woke up alone,” I responded. “I hope my watch is safe.”

Anna smiled. “You found my note, then? Don’t worry Sam, it’s quite safe. I take it you still want it back?”

I felt I should try and play it cool. Having spent so much of my life doing what was expected of me and not taking risks I’d decided I quite liked the idea of a bit of danger and was intrigued by the girls’ plan. Of course I wanted my watch back but engaging in some nefarious antics was becoming more and more attractive.

I leaned forward on the handlebars and lowered my voice, not that there was anyone around to listen in. “Well yes, but I want to know more about your plan. Shall I come over and we can go through it properly? Are your friends in, it’d be good to meet them at last,” I said with a hint of a wink.

Anna looked a touch taken aback by my eagerness and she glanced over her shoulder towards her camper as I moved towards them and it. She suddenly seemed nervous which wasn’t like her at all.

“Umm, maybe not right now. We’ll come to you. We need to get dressed anyway.”

“Maybe I could help?” I laughed. Ever since we’d met my libido had gone into overdrive. I might have just had a wank but the thought of watching Anna and Sara get ready for the day had a certain appeal.

Sara intervened , chuckling as she spoke. “Now now, Sam, good things come to those who wait, isn’t that what you say?”

My face must have shown my disappointment.

“Aww, poor Sam,” Anna said, her momentary lapse in composure clearly a brief malfunction in her otherwise flawless sex bomb program. “Don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of time for fun. Go and entertain yourself with your lovely cock.”

“Already have,” I muttered.

The girls laughed. “You’re worse than her,” Sara said gleefully, rubbing Anna’s back. “I woke up to find her playing this morning!”

This new mental image wasn’t helping my now near-constant state of horniness and I looked to the heavens in search of the strength to keep me from begging them to let me indulge myself.

“OK, fine,” I sighed. “Come over soon though, I want to know what you need me to do.”

Anna beamed at me, undoing her towel to momentarily reveal her naked body before tightening the towel once more. “We’ll be there soon baby, don’t worry.” She kissed my cheek and stroked my groin. Sara kissed the other cheek and winked as she turned away. I headed back to my van to collect my thoughts.

*

It was no surprise that the girls took an age to pay me a visit but when they finally arrived I was treated to what I realised must be their outfits for the big event. They each gave me a kiss and twirled in front of me, asking me how they looked. The poor mark, as I’d learned was con-artist talk for the victim, in the shop Anna had been to didn’t stand a chance. Anna was wearing a gossamer-thin yellow vest top and her little white shorts. Both were like a second skin and without a bra every bump around her nipples was protruding through the thin material, as were her delectable nipples themselves. Her shorts revealed the bottom of her delicious bum, so recently invaded by my lethal weapon, and were perfectly moulded to her form, the crisp white material showing off her tan to perfection. I could hardly miss my watch as it hung loosely around her wrist. She had on her new sandals and, of course, the ankle bracelet. I should have becoming used to her appearance, but I wasn’t. Sara, if anything, looked even sexier. Like the night before her long golden hair bounced and flowed its way down, past her shoulders giving her an air of voluptuous glamour that was easily matched by her çaycuma escort outfit. She had a short, pale blue summer dress with a halter neck that plunged dramatically, revealing a good deal of her wonderful, braless tits. The valley between them was mesmerising and a silver heart on a chain hung just above it, drawing one’s eye towards her perfect globes. The dress came to about halfway down her shapely legs and she wore brilliant white plimsolls that somehow made the ensemble almost innocent-looking despite the amount of tanned flesh on show. They could barely contain their own excitement at the naughtiness ahead of them and couldn’t resist feeling one another up in front of me. Not surprisingly I had to adjust myself such was the immediate effect they had on me.

“Girls,” I said grandly, “you look stunning.”

They stood in front of me, smiling radiantly, holding hands, the sun shining down on them like two chosen symbols of femininity. Sara looked at my crotch. “That’s just the reaction we were hoping for!” she giggled. I looked down. My adjustment hadn’t done much to hide my excitement and a prominent bulge was clearly visible through the canvas of my shorts. I bashfully turned away to make myself decent. “Save it for later!” she laughed.

Once satisfied I didn’t look too obvious I turned back, keen to find out exactly what was supposed to happen and where I fitted in. “Okay then, let’s get started. Can I get you anything to drink?”

The girls drank their coffees and I sipped my tea. Ever the gentleman I’d given up the two proper chairs to Anna and Sara and I sat on the grass. In one direction was the blue sea, stretching out towards the thin, wispy cloud that sat just above the horizon, in the other were the two girls who had seemingly changed my outlook on life and morality in a matter of days. Anna was running through the plan, such as it was.

“Okay, Sam,” she said, “so we need you to visit the shop and check the watch out. There’s no point in doing this if it’s not worth anything. Make sure you have a good look round, don’t be too obvious that it’s the watch you’re interested in but try and make it easily accessible so we’re not rooting around for it.” She spoke authoritatively. It didn’t sound like the first time she’d done something like this. “If you think it’s a good make of watch then you can go for a drink or whatever and we’ll take care of the rest,” she said, catching Sara’s eye as she spoke.

Sara’s pout broke into a naughty smile. “Afterwards we’ll meet you at your van and you can get your own reward!”

“What do you think you’ll have to do in there?” I asked.

Anna laughed and eyed her friend. “Hopefully her tits and my ass will do the trick but if he needs more distracting then we’ll see what happens.”

“Would you fuck him?” I asked, suddenly a little jealous at the idea of someone else being with either of my sexy little rascals.

Anna looked me straight in the eye and leaned forward, leaning on her knees. “Don’t you worry about that, baby,” she said. “You do your part and we’ll do ours.”

I wasn’t sure what to make of that. Teasing, flaunting, even wanking or sucking someone off was one thing, in fact it was extremely erotic, but fucking a stranger to effectively steal from him was something else. I tried to put it to the back of my mind. That little nagging fear about our unprotected encounters appeared again. I opened my mouth to finally broach the topic then saw my watch on her wrist and thought better of it. I bit my lip and looked out towards the sea; just as beautiful in its own way but so much less complicated.

“Are you cool, Sam?” Anna asked.

“Yeah, sure,” I replied uncertainly.

She knelt beside me, took my hands and looked deeply at me once again. “Good.”

Sara appeared beside me. “Relax, sexy boy. It’ll be fun! Now, can you roll us something to smoke? I want to be horny and high for this!”

***

Anna told me to park where we had on the day of her first little seduction episode and I now realised it was a good spot to remain unnoticed and with a clear route out of town. As we sat in the hot van, the girls smoking, I was nervous. There was no denying I got off on the fact that Anna was such a slutty little minx and now Sara was revealing herself to be cut from the same cloth but my morals weren’t quite as loose as theirs. Obviously it wasn’t right to be scamming an innocent party but it wasn’t as if I knew him and it was hardly the end of the world if someone lost out on something they didn’t really know they had. There was the question of my watch, too. Anna was effectively blackmailing me but somehow it didn’t feel that way. I liked the fact that she had found a way to involve me in her plan and she’d obviously worked her magic on Sara, too. Soon enough I’d have my watch back on my own wrist and it wasn’t as if I had to do very much, anyway. The girls were chatting in Norwegian and giggling as the grass took effect. They offered me the joint but I declined. çayırova escort My mouth was dry enough with the tension and the last thing I needed was for my thoughts to be even more fogged than they were. I tried to picture myself as a cool, streetwise guy from a heist film. I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror. It didn’t help.

Anna stubbed the roach of the joint out in the ashtray and put her hand on my knee. “Are you okay, Sam?” she asked.

I nodded. I realised I was chewing my lip.

“Just relax, all you need to do is check out the watch and let us know. Have you got your phone?”

I nodded again and reached over to the glove compartment to where the phone lay, totally unused in the last week.

“Is it charged?” she asked.

“Yes, I charged it earlier,” I said.

“Good boy,” she grinned.

I smiled thinly and took a deep breath.

Anna held my hand. “We’ll tell you all about it later and you can fuck us any way you like.”

Sara laughed. “You’re looking stressed, Sam. Would you like to see my tits before you go?” she asked, reaching behind her neck to untie the knot.

I couldn’t help but be amused at how brazen she was. “Yes, that sounds good,” I laughed as Sara’s magnificent breasts were revealed. I leaned over and helped myself to a quick feel before Anna interrupted.

“Right, that’s enough! Plenty of time for that later,” she said, slapping my bum. “Now get out there and play your part.” She wiggled her wrist. I could hear the mechanism winding itself. “I’ll have my own one soon!”

*

As I walked round the corner to the shop I smoked a cigarette to try to calm my nerves. I was quite pleased that it tasted revolting — I didn’t really want to start smoking again — but it gave me something to concentrate on, other than trying to look normal. I passed a couple of people but no one gave me a second glance. I wondered how Anna and Sara could possibly remain so cool when they were the ones in the thick of it. I wasn’t sure I was cut out for the high-tension world of petty hustling after all. It was still hot and humid and I looked at the sky to see if there was any sign of a storm coming in. I really wanted to get back out on the water but until the weather broke we were going to have to sweat it out.

*

It was quiet on the street where the shop was and as I crossed the road all I could hear was the clacking sound of my dusty flip flops against the soles of my feet. I neared the shop and flicked my cigarette into the gutter before taking a deep breath and pushing open the door. A bell rang as I went in, my eyes taking a few seconds to adjust to the gloom.

It was a typical second-hand shop. Clothes hung on rails, books on shelves, ornaments and bits and pieces were arranged haphazardly around the place. There was a faintly musty smell of old clothes and dusty boxes. It wasn’t an inspiring place. The shop assistant appeared from a room at the back of the shop and walked towards the counter. He said hello and I did likewise. He was a good looking guy, tall and sporty looking with curly dark hair, about my age. Knowing what was in store for him I couldn’t help but stare as he tidied his counter. He saw me looking.

“You okay there?” he asked. “Anything I can help you with?” he was a local, or at least a New Zealander. For some reason this made me feel worse about my mission. Ripping off some gullible foreigner with no ties to the place was somehow less troubling than doing it to someone who had their home here. What if he had kids? Someone who relied on him to bring in the money?

I shook my head. “No, just browsing,” I said.

He nodded and went back to what he was doing. I realised I was sweating. I looked around for where Anna had told me the watch was and walked straight towards the box of old watches and jewellery before remembering I was supposed to be browsing. My toes curled in embarrassment at the mess I was making of such a simple task and I veered towards the rows of old records along one wall and prayed the guy wasn’t watching this shifty English weirdo too closely.

I flicked through a few of the old vinyl LPs and wandered over to the rows of books, leafing through the odd one, doing my best to appear nonchalant. I spent what felt like a respectable amount of time at the books before returning to the drawer of watches and jewellery. It didn’t take me long at all to see what Anna had her eye on and I felt a rush of excitement. In amongst the broken junk and cheap jewellery was a heavy steel watch. My knowledge of watches is hardly extensive but I knew enough to recognise the brand name as being one of the less well-known Swiss watchmakers. It was a lovely looking watch and, as far as I could tell, was in decent condition. How the shop manager hadn’t spotted its potential value was beyond me. My nerves made me I glance over my shoulder towards the shop assistant. He looked up but didn’t speak. I put the watch down on the top of the pile and turned my attention towards the next drawer of junk.

My heart was thumping in my chest. Anna had been right, the watch was probably worth a thousand dollars or more but had been thrown in with worthless bits and pieces. It was hardly my fault they’d missed out. I’d done my bit. The hustle was on. I said goodbye and walked out of the shop.

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Ch 4 – The Pond

Sasquatch gets wet – in more ways than one

NC<18 – No characters under the age of 18 are depicted in this story.

This is a copyrighted original work of erotic fiction. All rights reserved.

I gradually awoke to the sound of birds singing and the light hitting my closed lids. I was laying on my side and as I opened my eyes, they gradually focused on the two faces staring me from just over the edge of the mattress.

“Betty, why is there a man sleeping in your bed?” asked the blond while peeking around the corner of the teddy-bear she was holding.

“I don’t know, Bobbi Jo,” said the auburn haired cutie next to her, “but Mommy and Daddy will be home any minute now, and they’ll know what to do about the bad old man. They might call the sheriff. Or Daddy might just get that big old gun of his and make him ‘disappear’.”

I groaned and said, “Vey funny, ladies. I may be a little old, but I remember the fantastic sex we had yesterday afternoon and last night perfectly well. Don’t try playing that ‘innocent young girls’ act on me again. We all know perfectly well you two are full-grown women.”

“EEEEeeeewwwww. We don’t know what you’re talking about, mister.” Then all three of our heads turned toward the window at the sound of tire crunching on gravel.

They both jumped up then and then ran out the bedroom door with the blond yelling, “Mommy, Daddy! There’s a strange man in Betty’s bed! He seems to think he had sex with us, but we swear we didn’t! We know not to let strange men touch us in those places!”

I covered my eyes with my hand as I groaned at the lameness of their antics. As if I would fall for that again! Then my hand slid down my face to cover my open mouth in shock as I realized that the view of them going out the door was anything but adult! The blond (Bobbi Jo?) had been wearing full-length footed pajamas and was carrying a teddy-bear the size of her torso. The auburn-haired one (Betty?) was wearing a little pink short set with cartoon horses on them. She was dragging a stuffed rabbit the length of her legs behind her as she left.

What the fuck is going on? I thought. I frantically began to search my memories of the day and night before. I could have sworn they said they were… SHIT!! Did I just have sex with two little girls? What the FUCK was I thinking? No. There’s NO WAY I would have done something like that! I don’t care HOW delirious I might have been from the heat or anything else!

That’s when I heard a truck door slam – HARD!

As if that had been the starter’s pistol at a race, my body lurched into motion. I dressed as quickly as I could. I tore out of that room, down the stairs, across the living room and out the screen door onto the porch, trying to think of something to say, and froze on the top step.

Two women wearing denim overalls and boots were talking to the tow-truck operator outside the closed door of the roll-back tow-truck.

“Here he is now,” said Bobbi Jo as she looked over her shoulder at me. “Mister, this gentleman is here to pick up your car and take it get fixed.”

“Ummm, yeah, I, uh, I guess,” I stammered as I dropped to my ass on the top step. What the fuck WAS going on?

“Go ahead.” I already knew where it was supposed to be taken and the guy obviously knew what he was doing.

I sat and watched as he loaded my car and chained it down. He walked over to me, held out a clipboard and a pen and pointed to an “X”. “Sign here, sir.”

I scribbled my signature and handed the clipboard back. He walked over, climbed in and drove straight out of the driveway and out onto the two-lane blacktop.

“WAIT! I’m supposed to get a ride! My clothes! My samples…”

I heard them laughing then and turned to find the two of them standing at the end of the porch, holding on to each other, apparently to keep themselves from falling down they were laughing so hard.

“You were right,” said Bobbi Jo. “He is hilarious when things get a little out of control!”

They eventually stopped laughing and came over to sit on either side of me on the steps, laying their heads on opposite shoulders. They put their inside arms around my back. Betty looked up at me and said, “Locational humor again? Sorry, we thought it was funny.”

“Yeah. Ha. Ha. Ha,” I grumbled.

We sat there for a few minutes as I was still trying to wrap my head around everything that had happened. Then Bobbi Jo yelled, “Breakfast!” and jumped up to run inside.

Betty stood and helped me to my feet like I was an old man or something. Though I have to admit I felt like I needed it at the time.

She held my hand as we walked inside and into the kitchen where she led me to one of the chairs at the table. The same one she had planted me in yesterday afternoon, I realized.

I slumped into it and Betty said with a sly smile, “Boy! You sure like you had a HARD night last night. Or something.”

“That, little girl, was a mean trick to pull on an old demre escort man.”

“We said we were sorry. And you are NOT an old man. When we finally did wear you out this morning we realized it was almost five already and we were both more wound up than tired, we just decided to get on with our day.”

“What did you have to do to get started so early?” I asked.

“Just the normal. Start making a couple loaves of bread; milk the cows; gather eggs; feed the pigs, chickens and cows; put dinner in the smoker…

“You slept through the guy calling to let you know he was on the way, and didn’t even wake up when he pulled in and honked the horn the first time. We talked to him. He seemed to know what might be the problem and said that if he was right, he could have the car ready for you to pick up tomorrow morning.

“I had been telling Bobbi Jo about how gullible you were yesterday and we decided to have a little fun.

“So we asked the guy if he could give us a half-hour. We unloaded your car into the back room by the kitchen and then we decided to go ahead and prank you and got into those costumes. You probably remember the rest.”

Bobbi Jo said, “Come and get it!” and we walked over to the stove. What a spread. Eggs, home fries, ham steaks, fresh bread and a clay crock of what had to be real, fresh butter.

We talked as we ate breakfast and they told me they had a few Guernsey dairy cows, some Rhode Island Red chickens and a few pigs. We talked about those and the crops they planted – a pretty varied lot. Corn, alfalfa, hay, barley, and they had a small orchard with a few of each kind of fruit trees and then vegetable, fruit and herb gardens. Seemed like a fairly self-sufficient place.

After breakfast, they decided to give me a tour since I had been more interested in the farm than they had expected.

We walked through the barn and out the back. As I looked past the chicken coop I started laughing. They both looked at me like I was goofy, then looked to see what I was looking at. After a minute or two, they both got it and laughed along with me. “Oh yeah. Brown chickens. Brown cows. I think what’s-his-name wrote a song about you guys. And after what we did last night, that is the perfect musical accompaniment!” I said.

We walked out through the fields until the path we were on passed through a circular line of trees. Inside the ring was a fairly decently-sized pond surrounded by lush grass and with a little sand beach in one spot. I asked if it was a stock tank and Bobbi Jo said, “No, we use a high-tech windmill to run the pump to water the animals and provide for the house. Betty’s Mom and Dad planted the trees around the pond a long time ago, just to keep the animals out. Seems they had a thing for skinny-dipping. Wish I’d have been able to meet them.”

That seemed to spark something in Betty and she slipped the shoulder-straps of her overalls off and shucked them down her legs. T-shirt and no underwear. She caught me looking and said, “Oops. I was in such a hurry to get dressed between pranking you and dealing with the tow-truck guy I forgot to put them on.”

I sat down to untie my shoes. Then, of course, Betty had to bend at the waist to untie her boots, giving me a very inviting view of her cute little ass and pussy. I also got a really nice view of her face as she looked past her legs to make sure I was watching her.

Bobbi Jo cleared her throat and I thought she might have gotten jealous of the way I was staring at Betty. Then she cleared her throat again and when I turned to see whether she was mad at me I found myself face to face with her own pretty cunt.

I’m not sure how she did it, but she grabbed the back of my head, pulled my face into her pussy and rolled onto her back, dragging my whole body with her. As soon as her back hit the ground her legs splayed open and I wasted no time.

“You BITCH!!” I heard from behind me as Betty saw what Bobbi Jo had done. “I wanted him first!”

Bobbi Jo laughed and said, “Well nanny nanny boo boo to you. You got him first yesterday. Shit, if I hadn’t finished the afternoon milking and come to see what you were doing, you might not have shared him at all!”

I started to slowly lick up the sides of Bobbi Jo’s lips, startled at but kind of liking the taste of her sweat. Seems fresh clean sweat is a lot better than stale sweat. Or a woman’s sweat is sweeter than the way I stink when I sweat. Or something. Never mind. Where was I?

Oh, yeah. Me taking long licks up her dripping slit. I slipped the tip of my tongue in between her outer lips and her inner lips and licked along the edges, making an “O” as I alternated sides for a few minutes, first clockwise then counter-clockwise, then flattened my tongue and began to lick her from taint to clit, making sure to maintain an even rhythm, at least right at first. It didn’t take long at all before she started rocking her hips downward as I licked upward. I adjusted my own derince escort pace to hers as we both gradually sped up.

At some point I looked up to see if she was enjoying what I was doing and I couldn’t see her face. Not because she had it tilted back in passion or anything. Betty had knelt with her knees on either side of Bobbi Jo’s head, planted her elbows on the ground and used her hands and forefingers to press first Bobbi Jo’s boobs and then her nipples together. That pushed them close enough together that Betty was able to lick both of those big nipples at the same time.

Then she did something I’ve never seen anyone else do, before or since. She made eye contact with me, pressed her lips together in the middle of her mouth and wrapped the open parts on the outside of her little mouth around each of those nipples and sucked them in.

Apparently she was able to keep up both suction and tongue action, because Bobbi Jo was moaning almost constantly and had wrapped her long tan arms around Betty’s chest. I’d like to think I had something to do with it too.

As Bobbi Jo’s moans got louder and the rocking of her hips got faster, I continued to match her pace until her moans began to change to groans. When I figured the time was right, I stopped at the top of my lick, sucked her clit into my mouth, planted my chin in the middle of her puss and began to hum. I guessed she liked that, ‘cuz her thighs clamped around my head like she was trying to crack a walnut and her ass began to bounce up and down on the ground as she came.

Luckily I had been able to tilt my head back a little so I could still take air in through my nose and I just kept humming until she finally relaxed. Well, collapsed actually. She finally let go of my head and Betty’s little torso and her arms and legs fell limply to the ground.

Betty stood up and walked through the grass over to me. Holding out her hand she led me up and over to a tree. At some point it had split into two trunks from the same root structure, but one of the trunks had been cut down. The way it was done made it possible to sit on the one stump and use the other as a backrest. She guided me to a seat, then turned and sat on my lap.

At least at first it was my lap. Then she slid her back up my chest, reached between her legs and positioned the head of my cock at the entrance to her quim. She slowly began to slide up and down my chest using our combined sweat as a lubricant as she began to take more and more of my cock into her little body.

I reached around her and palmed her breasts, able to squeeze them lightly all around using just my palms. I gradually eased my palms back a bit to where I could get her stiff little nipples pinched between the first knuckles of the middle two fingers of each hand. I started lifting and lowering those cute little tits to match her rhythm. She began to slide further and further up the shaft of my cock with each energetic bounce and I was afraid she was going to pull up so far my cock would slip out the front of her dripping pussy.

Boy was I wrong!!

She pulled up a little too far (by accident or on purpose? Don’t know, don’t care) and when she slammed herself down, she stayed settled on my lap. She reached up with her right hand and drew my face down to hers, met my open mouth with hers and began to kiss me more passionately than she had in the short time we’d been together. I thought she was trying to suck the soul out of my body she was kissing me so voraciously.

She slowly began to slide up and down again as she continued to kiss me like that.

A minute or two later, Bobbi Jo crawled over to us and knelt with her head on Betty’s thigh. She reached out and began stroking Betty’s cunt with the backs of her fingers, then suddenly knelt fully upright. I thought maybe she had found a nest of red ants or something because she started, well, it wasn’t twitching, it wasn’t shivering, it could only be called quivering or vibrating with excitement. She grabbed my legs behind the knees and pulled my ass forward a little (dragging my back down the tree bark a little, thank you very much for that).

I was about to give her a hard time about that when she knelt lower down, got her face really close to Betty’s crotch, looked up at the two of us and said, “I can’t believe you’ve got his entire cock up your ass!”

Then she was quiet, as she was busy licking Betty’s sweet lips, matching Betty’s downward slide with her lifting tongue. Then she wasn’t quiet as she used the trick she had learned from me and began humming on Betty’s hard little clit.

That was enough to push Betty over the edge into orgasm, and the way her ass clenched on the base of my cock was enough send me over the edge into mine as well.

I couldn’t help myself. I hoped I wasn’t hurting Betty as I began to flex my thighs and use my hands on her little tits to lift her up my cock, then slam her down as I basically milked myself dry.

Turns didim escort out I wasn’t hurting her at all as I realized she had pulled forward from my chest, put her left hand on my left knee and was waving her right arm around in the air and yelling, “Ride him, fucking cowgirl!!”

She finally collapsed back onto my chest, reached up and gently caressed the side of my face with a sigh of contentment.

“Mister, you sure are something else,” Bobbi Jo said. “I’ve been trying to get her to try something bigger than my finger up her tight little ass for months and she always said she ‘didn’t think anything bigger would fit’. Now you’ve been here less than 24 hours and she’s bouncing her ass up and down your cock like it’s a fucking pogo stick or something.”

Betty leaned to one side, lifted her leg straight up over my head and spun around with my cock still buried up her ass, then knelt on the stump to kiss me.

After a few minutes, she said, “Carry me down to the pond?”

I managed to get to my feet and, with my arms supporting her ass and her arms wrapped around my legs, I kind of waddled down to the sandy beach and then into the water. I eventually got soft and slipped out of her. We cuddled and kissed some more, then I realized Bobbi Jo hadn’t joined us.

Looking around, I saw her laying in the grass watching us with a wistful look.

“Hey, Bobbi Jo!” I called, “C’mon in, the water’s fine!”

She shyly shook her head. I leaned into Betty’s ear and asked what that was all about. “Jealous, I think,” she said.

The light clicked on in the back of my head.

I walked up out of the water and over to where she was laying and stood over her, dripping water on her bare skin.

“Hey, c’mon. Join us!”

She shook her head again.

“OK. Let’s try it this way. Get your ass in the water. NOW!!”

She shook her head.

I looked over at Betty and she winked and mouthed a word at me. Gotcha.

“Well, if you won’t cooperate, ya big sasquatch, bitch, I’ll have to drag you there against your will.”

She looked up at me and said, “You don’t have the hair on your ass or the balls to drag me into that water!”

“Wrong, bitch!” I snarled. “You have no fucking idea who you’re dealing with!” I dropped to a knee, grabbed her in just the right places and did a kind of a somersault/flip move over top of her and when I came back up I had her over my shoulders. I carried her down to the water. Thankfully she didn’t do a bunch of kicking or struggling ‘cuz I’m not sure if my knees or back could have taken it. She wasn’t overweight by any stretch of the imagination, but she was still a good-sized chunk of woman.

I managed to make it till I was chest-deep in the water, then ducked my head and flipped her up and over and into the water.

She went under, and before I could get fully stood back up, she erupted out of the water and slammed into me, wrapping her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck and began to repeat the kind of kisses Betty had been giving me a few minutes ago.

“You have no idea how much hornier you just made me by doing that, mister.”

She left off kissing me, swung her head around, licked the outside of my ear, then stuck the tip of her tongue in my ear. She pulled it out and said, “Oh, fuck! You have no idea how long it’s been since anyone has held me in their arms like this, let alone manhandled me the way you just did. I know it’s not PC or anything, but there are times I just want a man to take charge of me, tell me what to do, to just give all control of myself to him…

“Betty tries, but it’s all psychological or scarves and stuff. Don’t get me wrong, I still love it, but to just be handled like that is such a fucking turn-on.”

Bobbi Jo paused and just hugged me for a minute or two, then pulled back and said, “You know, I never thought about it, but I think it has to do with me having gotten my growth starting early.

“Everybody starting looking at me and expecting one of four things. They expected me to be brave to the point of being like a guy, expected me to be the kid who would naturally take charge of the others, expected me to play all the ‘tall’ sports, you know, volleyball, basketball?

“I put up a front of being brave, took charge when everybody expected me to and played all those sports because it was expected of me.”

She was quiet for a while as I walked her around the pond in the deeper water and ran my hands over as much of her body as I could reach, so after a bit I said, “Four.”

She pulled back to look at me and said, “What”

“You said there were four things people expected of you growing up, but you only mentioned three.”

“Oh, four was that some kids, and even some adults, would tease me unmercifully about my height. I finally started twisting the teasing by making fun of it in my head, especially when I felt like there was nothing I could do about it. I got such a kick out of making fun out of the teasing when no one knew I was doing it that I started to get excited when I did. Then I started getting excited just from hearing the teasing, knowing I was going to be making fun of it later. That’s why I like it when Betty calls me ‘sasquatch’, especially since I’m so much taller than she is.

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I’d given Melissa the flight number; she said she’d meet me at baggage claim. On the flight, I briefly wondered whether I’d have trouble finding her – but needn’t have worried. I recognized her through the glass even before I went through the security door. She was standing against a wall, surveying the people passing through, wearing a white and black off the shoulder sundress that was both simple and eye catching. If I hadn’t known it was Melissa I might have mistaken her for Gloria, they look so much alike. She didn’t know me until I walked up, but promptly greeted me with a brief hug when I said her name.

“So I finally meet the man that corrupted my mother?” she said, as we were in her car headed out to the freeway.

“Me? Corrupt your mother? That’s not the way I understood it. I understood it was you, I just got the benefit.”

“What? What did I do?” she asked with feigned innocence. If I hadn’t already picked up on her teasing, I almost could have believed she was serious. I wondered if she had had some acting training.

“Oh don’t give me that. You “forgot” to put her suitcase in; you made her buy a new wardrobe; you took her to a topless beach in Miami. OK, so maybe you didn’t corrupt her completely, but you certainly started the job for me to finish.”

Her laughter filled the car. “She really did tell you about that, huh?”

“She told me lots of things about you.” I’d been discreetly checking her out since we met. She was a spitting image of Gloria, and except for that “young” look that disappears with maturity, they almost could have been twins. It crossed my mind that although physically she wasn’t as mature as her mother, until mere weeks before she was definitely more experienced than her mother.

She was almost identical in height at 5’4″, possibly a little taller, but it was hard to estimate without a side by side comparison. Every curve was just as firm and shapely, she had the same green eyes and brown hair; the only major difference I could detect being the haircut. The welcoming smile and twinkle in her eye as she teased me said she was self-confident and enjoyed life.

Her simple sundress gathered under her breasts with the off the shoulder design leaving her upper chest and shoulders bare. She apparently had some type of strapless bra, I’d felt it on her back when I’d returned her hug, but nothing was showing on her shoulders. The dress didn’t rise completely above her breasts; she had a pleasant amount of equally tanned cleavage showing. I noticed there wasn’t a single strap mark or difference of tan anywhere. This was all woman, sexy as hell – and it was obvious she knew it.

“She’s told me all about you, too.”

“All? I doubt all.”

“Believe me. She told me all about how you met on the airplane. How you ended up being her savior – her knight in shining armor.” She broke into laughter.

I glanced over at her; she really hadn’t told the “everything” of everything, had she? I wondered just how much Gloria really had divulged. “Then she hasn’t told you as much as you think — if she said I was her knight in shining armor.”

“Why would you say that? Because I didn’t tell you how she said she’d watched you playing naked pool boy when she got up in the morning? Because I didn’t say that she told me how she teased you mercilessly and you spent almost the whole weekend naked?”

I raised my eyebrow; perhaps she had told her everything. I immediately thought better of it, there had to be secrets. Mothers don’t talk about their sexual experiences with daughters, do they? “Ok, I’ll grant you she told you some things…”

“Everything.” She interrupted, shaking her head.

“Nope, don’t believe it.”

“Try me.” I thought about it, not sure if I wanted to know if she knew all about my sexual escapades with her mother or not.

“Ok, so she told you that she was an unmerciful cock tease, but did she…”

“Tell me about how she almost drove you crazy and made you take her on a second date before she went to bed with you? Yes.” Her interruption had come almost instantaneously.

“What did we do on the second date?”

“You took her to a nude beach.” Ok, no doubt about it she was getting the softball questions; time for some hardballs.

“What did we do that first evening?”

“You sat on your balcony and talked and kissed…”

Ah ha! She really hadn’t told her “everything”, just some of it. “Well, that’s some of it,” I responded somewhat smugly.

“… and got naked, and masturbated for each other and you made her cum with just her nipples.” She glanced over at me, a smirk on her face. “Didn’t think she told me that much, did you?” I looked back, shocked that she really had told her about our weekend. I didn’t realize that Gloria was going to kiss and tell.

“Oh. Well, did she tell you how my sons came home and walked in on us doing the dirty deed on the living room floor?”

“They did?” her head snapped over towards me, not sure whether I was pulling her leg or not.

“Or that when we went to Palm Springs we went to a strip club?” She’d broken her attention to the highway to take several quick glances at me, trying to decide whether I was telling the truth or just expanding on a lie, so I dished it on heavy. “Or that we picked up three dörtyol escort guys and she took us all on, and that another woman came home with us and had a threesome and she went down on her?”

“Oh Bullshit.” Her glance was just a bit longer, just enough to thoroughly size up my response to her exclamation.

“What, you don’t believe me?”

“She said that you went to a dinner theatre and afterward the other couple took you with them to a strip club, but the rest of that you made up.”

“You’re right, it’s mostly bullshit.” I looked her right in the eye. Damn, they were as pretty as her mother’s.

“What part’s not bullshit?” Her voice betrayed her, she didn’t want to believe, and she didn’t want to not believe.

“Can’t tell.” I said shaking my head back and forth. “Unlike your mother — I don’t kiss and tell.” I gave her my most disarming grin and smile, “But I am going to have to have a talk with your mother.”

She laughed; a contagious laugh that said she loved life. I laughed with her.

“We didn’t used to talk that much,” she said after a couple of moments of silence, “we pretty much butted heads when I was in high school. But now that I’m away at college most of the time, she’s almost a better friend than my best friend is.”

“Happens that way sometimes. Something about moving away, it changes you from a child to an adult, at least in a parent’s eyes.”

“That’s pretty much how it was.” We headed down an off ramp.

“So you talk about everything now? You tell her about all your lovers, too?”

“What? You don’t think she tells me about all her lovers, do you?”

“Oh! Ouch.” I laughed. “Ok, I guess I opened myself up for that.”

She laughed as she looked over her shoulder to check for traffic, letting her gaze stop on me momentarily on its way back. “I tell her some things. Not everything.” She didn’t seem to want to continue; I didn’t press.

Gloria and Melissa lived in an upscale condominium complex that we entered through a gated entry. It appeared to be a quiet, comfortable place with mixed one and two story buildings. We passed a community building and at least two swimming pools before pulling up to their condo. Melissa triggered a door opener on her sun visor; a double garage door opened giving us access to the house through the garage.

I grabbed my bag and dragged it in where Melissa unhesitatingly directed me to Gloria’s master bedroom. “You can put your stuff in there. I’d say you’re going to sleep in there — but somehow I doubt you’re going to get much sleep.” Her grin was followed by a teasing laugh.

I glowered at her as if I was really insulted, but couldn’t keep it up. I broke into a grin. “Brat. If you were my daughter I’d turn you over my knee for such insolence.”

“Oh! Promise?”

I ignored her, putting my bag on the bed.

The townhome was moderately sized, maybe a couple of years old. The master bedroom entered off the living room and had an attached bathroom. The shower and sink area were actually almost part of the bedroom, with a small toilet in an anteroom. The second bedroom, Melissa’s, was entered near the front door. Between the front bedroom and the kitchen was another full bath. The kitchen opened onto the large living room and dining room across a bar; the entire back wall had large windows opening onto a small back yard. There were no window coverings in the living room; the small back yard was completely private, hidden by tall brick walls and, facing to the north, didn’t get any direct sunlight. Glancing out the window, I could see there was a lounge and patio table, but the only view of the neighbor’s homes was the top of their roofs.

Inside the townhome was immaculately decorated, the centerpiece being a big screen TV centered in the blonde oak built in bookcase. It felt like Gloria, I could see her touch in everything, a touch of unpretentious class everywhere I looked.

“I thought you guys lived in a house?” I asked. Melissa had plopped down on one of the two couches.

“Used to. We moved almost two years ago. Mom got the house in the divorce, but didn’t want to stay there — said it reminded her too much of “The Dick.” She got enough to buy this with a reasonable mortgage. It works well – for her. It’s a lot closer to her work, but puts me a lot further away at college. I’m there most of the time anyway.” She jumped up off the couch and headed to the kitchen. “Hungry?”

I assured her I wasn’t, but asked if I could take a shower and do some laundry as virtually everything I had was dirty. She said she had some laundry that needed to be done also and said if I’d just give her mine she’d combine it all.

The entry from the garage came through the laundry room, a great double use of otherwise wasted space. I tracked Melissa there when I heard the water start filling the machine. She took my clothes, but when I bent to give her a hand she shushed me away and told me to go take a shower. I’d just gotten the water adjusted in the shower when the washing machine quit filling, momentarily giving me a blast of hot water until I got it readjusted. I can’t understand how we can send a man to the moon and still can’t design a water system that won’t freeze or scald someone taking a shower düziçi escort when someone elsewhere just flushes a toilet.

After my shower, Melissa and I visited for a while, just getting to know a little more about each other. The flirting gone for a while, she told me more about her father; “The Dick” as she referred to him again. Unsurprisingly she was totally on her mother’s side. If there was a second side to the story, I sure didn’t hear it from her.

I knew it was approaching time for Gloria to get home when Melissa looked at her watch.

“Mom should be home soon.” She motioned toward her bedroom, “I’ll be back in a couple. Umh, I’m just gonna go change… I’ve got a date, so I won’t be here this evening.” She started down the short hall, “Oh, and I’m staying with my girlfriend tonight, you two will be all alone.”

“Oh yeah, sure.” I immediately challenged. “Staying with your girlfriend, huh? I used that as an excuse when I was in college too. Whenever I wasn’t coming home after a date, I always said I was staying at my buddy’s house. At least that’s what I told my parents.”

She laughed. “You are sooo bad. Really, it’s true. I’m staying at her house. She and her boyfriend set me up with a friend of his that’s visiting. It’s sort of a blind date I guess. I met him once a while back, but we’ve never dated before.”

I raised my eyebrows, then cocked my head and held my hands up, indicating she didn’t have to convince me, at the same time non-verbally telling her I didn’t really believe her at all. “Oh yeah, sure; whatever you say.” Afterward I broke into a grin to let her know I was just teasing.

~

Several minutes after she headed in to change I went and found the dryer when I heard the buzzer go off. I figured most of the clothes must be mine anyway, and I’d get them put away. I was partly correct; she’d added my underwear and white socks to their whites and delicates. Having been married for twenty years, I’d handled many women’s under things before, but it had been many years since I’d handled so many that were designed to be sexy rather than functional, and didn’t belong to my wife.

At first I began sorting out my underwear, but rapidly ended with a pile of bras and panties. It didn’t take long to realize that nearly all the panties were thongs, and the bras were of various styles, from modest full coverage to silky and lacy, to one that was only half there.

I realized from the quantity that I had to be looking at both Gloria and Melissa’s things, with no way to tell what belonged to whom. I was going to fold them and let the girls sort them out, but there really wasn’t much to fold. Finally I separated the thongs, laying them flat in a pile and smoothing them with my hand. They were all different, either different materials or different colors. Some were practically nothing and very sexy; others were obviously more every day, just designed without a bottom.

At first I checked the bras for size thinking maybe there would be a difference, but they were all 34 B, so I just began folding them in two and stacking them in a pile. The very last one to fold was the half cup bra.

I’d had no clue whose underwear any of the other things belonged to, but for this one I was pretty sure it was Melissa’s. From what I knew about Gloria, I couldn’t imagine her normally wearing such a revealing bra – but knew I’d like it if she did. Two silky half cups would have given a little support and a lot of display, a half-moon cut-out on the tips designed to leave the nipples and upper breasts completely bare on the wearer. There were no upper straps; it was designed for bare shoulder outfits.

I really hadn’t dawdled folding their clothes, but for this one I’d stopped just momentarily, holding it up, imagining what Gloria (or Melissa for that matter) would look like wearing it – or how my hands would feel fondling them while they were wearing it.

I wasn’t much of a pause, maybe two seconds before I started to fold it in two. I had my back toward the living room and hall, so hadn’t heard Melissa’s approach, so I had no idea just how much she’d seen when she said, “Liked that one did ya?”

I immediately spun, hesitated a split second before I answered, still holding the sexy little nothing in my hand. “I… was just folding your things for you.” Damn it, why had I hesitated? I could feel the slight heat in my face, the guilty feeling of being caught – doing something I probably shouldn’t have been doing – running through my face for the first time in forty years. And why was I feeling so guilty? I was folding clothes and came across something that was designed to entice the male’s eye and it had – so why were my ears burning? Normally when caught off guard, I’ll tease or joke to hide that fact, but this time I was totally defensive. I’d been caught — and she knew I’d been caught. I said nothing.

Melissa, barefoot, was rubbing her hair with a towel, now dressed in pants and a shirt reminiscent of the one Gloria had been wearing on the plane when I met her. With her hands behind her head, her chest was jutted toward me, making her appear bustier than I knew she really was. I momentarily wondered if she was doing this on purpose, or if she knew what effect it had on her appearance.

The edremit escort shirt she was wearing was definitely a bit more revealing or sexy than the one Gloria had worn on the plane, but at first I couldn’t quite pin point how. The scooped vee exposed a fairly large expanse of tanned flesh, but it was the two semi-hard nipples that my eyes latched on to before I forced my eyes to Melissa’s face. Not just the vee neck, I remembered how when Gloria had bent over I’d seen the two soft globes of breasts accented by the Vee. Neither was it just the tanned flesh, actually the slight glimpse of un-tanned breast on Gloria had accented the tan she did have. Melissa’s peek-a-boo-here-I-am nipples were definitely more obvious than Gloria’s had been that afternoon a few months before, but it wasn’t just that. Somehow the overall effect just seemed sexier.

I took it all in, in a single glance, but immediately forced my eyes to meet hers. “You look nice,” I offered, figuring that maybe complimenting her would ease the pressure on my embarrassment.

“Thanks.” She dropped her one hand, holding the end of the towel in front as she continued rubbing her hair with the other.

“That’s almost like what your mom was wearing when I met her,” I offered. She glanced down at herself, then back to me.

“Why do you say ‘almost’?”

“Well, um…” I suddenly felt the rush of heat again. How did I keep doing this? “It’s about the same color and style, but just a little, um, I think, maybe a little sexier?”

She just looked at me for a moment, and shook her head. “No, actually it’s the same. This is what she wore. I know; I dropped her off at the airport.”

“Shit,” I thought, again feeling like a kid with his hand in the cookie jar. I hadn’t said anything that wasn’t true – but still…

“So, you didn’t answer me. You liked that one huh?” She nodded her head toward me. I suddenly realized I was still holding the silky little half bra and glanced down at it in my hands. Damn it! I turned and placed it on the stack of bras and reached for my own clothes, realizing as I did so that this girl was teasing me, simultaneously realizing that my quick disposal of the garment had underscored my feelings of guilt.

“Yeah,” I answered going on the offensive, “I was just wondering if this is the bra of choice for all the best-dressed college co-eds.”

Without hesitation she threw it right back at me. “Well it is one of her favorites, just not on a first date.”

“Oh? And what bra would a best dressed co-ed wear on a first date?” I asked.

“It all depends on who the date is with and whether she wants his hands all over her or not.”

“Oh?” I answered, somewhat shocked at her brazen answer, wondering if she was just teasing as hard as I was, or whether she was really being just honest with me – someone who’d been a virtual stranger just a few hours before. “Then what date would that little nothing be worn for?”

“Oh that one’s at least a second date because that’s the one she wears when she wants to get laid, and she never sleeps with a guy on a first date.”

I lost it and cracked up.

“Okay, Okay — Melissa, enough! I give up. Geeze, you’re good, I love one liners and teasing, but I can’t keep it up.”

“That’s not what Mom says.” I’d just finished picking up my clothes and looked up at her. She had a big grin on her face. I just shook my head. Still chuckling I took my clothes and headed to Gloria’s bedroom to put them back in my suitcase.

Melissa and the lingerie were gone when I got back, and remembering the other clothes in the washer, I transferred them to the dryer. I could hear a hair dryer running and figured Melissa was finishing up getting ready as I stepped back into the living room a few moments later when the front door opened.

“Melissa?” Gloria called out as she came in the door. “Are you …” she stopped dead in her tracks, her mouth falling open as she saw me, then dropped her purse and practically leapt into my arms.

She kissed me, a shocked but happy kiss which I eagerly returned, her lips against mine, as her body melted against me. It wasn’t just a hello kiss, it was a kiss full of lust and passion — it was a kiss full of promise for things to come. She broke away, hugging me completely, her cheek coming up against mine. Without pulling away, her hand came up across my other cheek, caressing it, feeling the smoothness. “Umm, you just shaved,” she said, her hand sliding behind my neck and pulling my mouth back to hers. I obliged, returning the kiss, slipping my hand down the back of her skirt to her delectable bottom, pulling her against my rapidly engorging cock. Her lips opened, her tongue forcing my mouth open, to which I readily acquiesced. Her hands were at first all over my back but they too slid down, grabbing and squeezing my butt, also pulling me against her. I worked her skirt up with my fingers until I could slip my hand under and find the bare skin of her bottom. I felt the cloth of her thong, feeling the small triangle of cloth tapering to nothing where it disappeared between her cheeks. I thought I recognized the pattern of a more demure cotton model, probably the match of one I’d taken out of the dryer a short time before. Her hands relinquished my butt and moved back up onto my chest, rubbing across my nipples momentarily before starting down toward my belt. “If you’d let me know you were coming I’d have worn something sexier — or maybe even nothing at all,” she whispered, her lips all over my neck. Her hands, finding my belt, began fumbling.

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We met on the Literotica site.

I had read a few stories on the site, finding some that were mildly entertaining, and many that were… well, not. I kept browsing through the ‘Romance’ and ‘Erotic Couplings’ sections from time to time, and one day there it was.

I couldn’t believe it! A story that was well-written, and incredibly sexy… and read as though it had been written for me! One problem– it was written from a woman’s point of view. Oh, well. I looked up the Bio just to see who it was that was so like-minded and, SURPRISE, it was actually written by a guy! I sat there stunned….hmmmm, a guy, huh? He’s pretty sensitive to a woman’s needs…

Questions…questions…wheels turning.

He had written another story. “O.K., he’ll blow it in the next story– this guy can’t really be this great”. Nope. The next story was just as good, just as sexy, just as sensitive. Damn.

“But, but, I’ve never written to a guy on the internet! He’s probably some geeky weirdo… that writes really well, and is really sensuous, and… Oh just write the guy! Compliment him on his writing and that will be the end of it”.

Or not.

That was how it started.

The emails started racing back and forth, getting sexier and SEXIER.

Sometimes we would write back and forth five or six times a day! I would get wet just seeing ‘you’ve got new mail’ flashing on my computer. I had never been so aroused by anyone in my life!!

It was as if this guy were MADE for me, knew EXACTLY what to say and do to take me to the most earth-shattering orgasms I’d ever experienced. We described for each other in minute detail what we were doing to each other, where we were doing it, how hard, how long, what it felt like….mmmmmmmm…A writer’s knack for detail can be so yummy!

After alsancak escort a while it was so real that I could actually feel his lips on my neck, the fingers of one hand stroking and teasing my nipples, as the other massaged my clitoris over and over–driving me insane with desire! I could actually feel his erection growing against my butt so I would just lean my head on his shoulder, arch my back and press my body against his. He lets his hard, wet, magnificent erection slip between my legs, rubbing the shaft of his penis back and forth over my vagina and clitoris as he moves both hands up now to massage my nipples, caress my stomach, my breasts, my nipples my nipples my nipples–oh, sorry, got carried away for a moment. I reach up with my left hand to caress his neck and face as we begin to kiss and KISS….God, can this guy kiss! With my right hand I am stroking the silky head of his penis. I run the palm of my hand through the pre-come and massage it all over the throbbing head, around the ridge, across the opening again…. We’re moaning against each other’s mouths, our bodies writhing against each other, slowly arousing and caressing and stroking and biting and licking each other for about a year until we can’t stand it anymore!

O.K., where’s the bed? WHERE’S THE BED? Oh… there it is…almost forgot to imagine it. So as I was saying… We can’t stand it anymore so I lean forward and put my hands on the bed as I rock my hips backward against him. “Oh, God you feel SO good, I have to have you inside me!” “We’ll get there”, he says. “I promise”. He leans forward and kisses my neck and then licks and kisses his way down my spine as I shiver and writhe against him. He runs his hands over my butt and down the outsides of my thighs in deep massaging altıeylül escort strokes, then moves his hands to the insides of my thighs and I gasp as he reaches that sensitive skin, you know…right at the top of the thighs? Ummmm! I almost have my first orgasm just from his thumbs grazing the lips of my vagina. I’m so sensitive now that every nerve ending seems to be exposed– but in a really really good way. I reach back and grab his butt and press him into me, we moan. He pushes my legs farther apart and positions the head of his penis at the mouth of my vagina then rubs it against my clitoris, back and forth until I feel faint, and we’re both making the most wonderful sounds. We love to tease each other and draw each feeling out to its maximum intensity.

When I feel like my vagina is about to disengage from my body, knock him down and leap onto his penis, he places the head of his erection against my vagina again. I almost scream! I almost faint! Control now, control. He pushes into me just an inch and I love feeling my vagina stretch around him! This sexy sexy guy is also HUGE! I reach down and run my hand through the moisture that’s pouring out of me and massage it over the thick hard shaft of his penis. I can’t help tracing the veins, the line on the underside. He sucks in his breath and pushes in another inch and stops. This feels so good, so GOOD! Another inch. Stop. Gasps and moans and more gasps all around! Now back and forth slowly, in and out just those few inches…uummmmm, then another inch, two more. He stops and holds, throbbing inside me now. Then in and out again, just to the depth he’s reached so far. Oh, God, I’m going to explode, burst into a thousand stars or flames or something really intense!!!

Wait! Not yet, not yet. altınordu escort He slowly, excruciatingly, agonizingly, amazingly, WONDERFULLY SLOWLY pushes the rest of the way into me and we both scream. He holds my hips and we just rock in tiny movements against each other. I push harder against him and he thrusts even deeper into me until I feel the head of his penis pressing hard against my cervix. Our breathing is ragged. I have never felt so filled up in my life! My vagina is conforming to every ridge, every contour of his erection as I contract around him. Over and over. We just keep rocking very gently, so sensually against each other, as he stays deep inside me. Every inch of him sliding against every inch of me, so tight!

Barely moving at all, just enough to keep a constant friction between us as we gasp and spasm, trying to hold on as long as we can. I grab his ass and pull him even tighter against me and he wraps his arms completely around me and pushes even deeper into me, so tight, so hard! So focused and in tune with each other that we feel like we’ve blended into one being. Then it happens. A BLINDING ORGASM! We scream and gasp and spasm against each other– still holding each other, inside and out. I’m squeezing down around him and he’s throbbing inside of me as we erupt into wave after wave of all-encompassing pleasure. Every time we think it’s going to end, we make the slightest movement and it starts all over. Exploding! White Hot Energy running up my spine and crashing through my brain! My legs are trembling, I feel like I’m going to faint, I can’t breathe. I’m making some kind of sound I’ve never heard myself make before and Oh, please PLEASE don’t let this feeling ever end!!

And it doesn’t. Not for a long long LONG time. This guy can bring me to some kind of orgasmic plateau that just lasts and lasts. And we’ve never even met! Sounds unbelievable, doesn’t it?

BELIEVE IT! (…and that was only the first position)

Well, as you might imagine, pretty soon writing wasn’t enough and we started talking on the phone. For hours.

But that’s another story…

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The instructor, scribbling a couple of terms and creating a diagram, was talking rapidly, his students trying to make notes as quickly as possible. Robyn was one of those not taking notes, but had furrowed her brow trying to understand the concepts being taught.

“Did you understand what he just said?” she asked of the woman sitting next to her.

“Yeah, I did.”

“Good, would you explain it to me later?”

“Of course, dear.”

Robyn Bernstein had returned to college after a 5-year absence. She originally started college right out of high school. Her mother passed away at the start of her junior year at the university. Care for her ailing father fell onto her shoulders. She was the youngest of four. Her parents had her late in life. She kind of figured that she wasn’t exactly planned as her next nearest sibling was 9 years older than her. Being her 2 brothers and her only sister had all gotten married, had kids, and busy lives, the task of taking care of the patriarch of the family fell on her shoulders. Her mother’s death broke her father’s heart. His health wasn’t good to begin with, but her passing caused it to get worse quicker. Just the same, he lived for nearly another 5 years before dying in his sleep one night.

Her life given back to her, Robyn decided to return to school and finish her degree. She had started out with a major in psychology as the workings of the human mind were fascinating to her. In the interim Robyn found work at a local ad agency. The owners of the agency recognized her talent and interest in the human persona and started taking her under their wings developing advertising, targeting the subliminal part of the brain. As a result, when Robyn returned to school, she switched to a Marketing major with a Psychology minor. She found the concept of convincing someone to buy a product or service, whether they needed it or not to be fascinating.

“Okay people, anyone with any questions?” the instructor turned and asked the assembled students. Waiting all of a second, “Alright then. Remember your assignment is due on Monday. No late turn-ins will be accepted. So do it or lose it. We will start on chapters 8 and 9, so make sure you have those chapters read. Have a good weekend.”

Robyn looked at the woman next to her, “I swear that guy could make the concept of getting a glass of water out of the faucet a difficult concept.”

Doreen smiled, “Well I bet my ex could give him a run for his money. He has to impress people with his knowledge. Jackass.”

Robyn laughed. They had shared stories about their past relationships. Between working at the ad agency and taking care of her father, she didn’t have much of any time to have a social life. With the exception of a few dates, some that resulted in some so-so bedroom action, she hadn’t been serious with a guy since she was first in college.

Doreen had divorced her husband, Alfred, just a couple of years ago. She was older than Robyn but Robyn didn’t know by how much. Doreen’s husband was a domineering sort who kept life in strict order. His arrogance and demeaning attitude towards others kept their social circle to be very limited. Doreen often looked back and wondered what she ever saw in him.

Stepping up to the counter at the coffee bar, the kid behind the counter recognized his customers, “Well, hello ladies. How was class tonight?”

Doreen teasingly batted her eyes, “When are you going to come to my house and let me tell you personally?”

As anticipated, his cheeks turned a light shade of pink. The girls knew that he had just started at the same university. Doreen would tease him nearly every time they came in and he was working.

“Ah, well, you know. I would. But, man, if my girlfriend ever found out, well I wouldn’t have this low of a voice.”

“Well, maybe you should bring her along,” Doreen replied with one hand on her hip.

“Uh, I, ah, uh,” he stuttered as he put their coffee’s on the counter.

“Doreen, give the poor guy a break,” she laughed and looked at the tongue tied clerk. “You’ll have to forgive my friend here.”

The clerk had no words, his face had turned beet red. Taking their coffees, they sat in their customary booth and sipped the hot liquid.

“Doreen, you are incorrigible,” Robyn said as she chuckled and shook her head.

“I know. I guess after being suppressed for so many years, I just feeling like figuring out where my boundaries are,” Doreen replied with a smile and then looked down at her cup. Her husband used to be a passionate person. She had lost her virginity to him in his parents bed. His lovemaking brought her to a number of orgasms and she loved having sex with him. In recent years, however, it had become twice a month at best and it was over in less than 10 minutes. Foreplay was nearly non-existent and once he climbed on top of her and spurt his cum in her, it was over. Doreen had become accustomed to laying there afterwards, looking at the ceiling, tears dripping onto the pillow. Her only orgasms came from her fingers after he had left for work.

Robyn knew her history and frustrations from adapazarı escort prior conversations. Both of them were quiet by nature. And for their own reasons, had small social circles. Doreen because of her oppressive husband and Robyn because of the demands between her job and taking care of her father

Robyn looked at her friend, “How long since you’ve had sex? I mean other than with your hand or vibrator?”

Doreen sighed and stirred her coffee, “A long time, I’m afraid.”

Robyn paused for a moment, “Have you ever thought about having sex with another woman?”

Doreen looked up and tilted her head a little. They had shared a great many facets of their personal lives with each other over the weeks. They had become each other’s confidant.

Cocking her head just a little, “Interesting question to ask,” Doreen replied.

“Well you told that poor guy over there,” pointing towards the barista that served them, “that he should bring his girlfriend along.”

“Oh, that. I was just yanking his chain a little to try and get his goat,” Doreen replied. She smiled and looked at the poor lad and winked. As expected, he just smiled in returned and refocused on the drink in front of him.

“Ever thought about it?” Robyn asked as Doreen turned back towards her.

Doreen looked off to the side. She had become friends with the next door neighbors, Marilyn and Dan. Neither one could stand Alfred for very long but Marilyn and Doreen would often get together. They were never close friends, not like she had become with Robyn. Doreen did find Marilyn attractive and wondered what it would be like to be in bed with her. She never had a lesbian experience but the idea intrigued her. She had found herself aroused a couple of times over the years when she was with certain women.

“Nooo, well maybe,” Doreen said softly.

Doreen looked at Robyn in the eyes for a few moments. Robyn was a number of years younger than her. She thought that Robyn had a gorgeous figure that any man would die for. Or any interested woman, for that matter.

A brief silence then, “Yeah, I guess I have. You?”

Robyn nodded her head, “There was a friend of mine when I was in high school that lived a couple of houses down. She and I, well, we got to exploring each other pretty heavily.”

Doreen perked up her eyebrows, “Oh? Do tell.”

Robyn turned up one corner of her mouth. “Well, we were both dating and the guys we were seeing kept trying to get into our pants. I was still a virgin and I was pretty sure she was too. I thought I was unattractive. I didn’t have any boobs to speak of. I was skinny. And well, I just didn’t feel very appealing. Debbie, on the other hand, that’s her name, was stacked. Her boobs grew. And well, I asked if I could see what real tits looked like. So she showed them to me. Before you knew it, we were both naked.”

“So what happened?” Doreen asked, taking a sip of coffee, trying to hid her growing excitement.

“Well over the next few weeks we continued to get together and explore. One day, I had my legs spread apart so she could look at my pussy and she went down on me.”

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” Robyn nodded her head in agreement. “That was the most intense orgasm I had ever had.”

Doreen could feel her heart rate pick up and she had to work to keep her breathing under control. She took another sip and looked at her friend.

“We both ended up losing our virginities to the guys we were dating.” Robyn looked at Doreen and broke into a smile, “The guy I was seeing was more interested in getting his rocks off and only gave minimal effort in going down on me.”

Doreen laughed, her arousal still building. “So whatever happened to you two?”

Robyn smiled and looked off to the side, “Well, she ended up marrying the guy after high school. Now they live somewhere in Texas and have a couple of kids. I haven’t seen her since we graduated.” She paused for a moment and then turned back to Doreen. “She was the lucky one. The guy turned out to be a real gentleman. He treated her like royalty.”

“And yours?” Doreen asked.

Robyn groaned a little, looked up at the ceiling and back down. “SOB took my virginity and dumped me. Asshole.”

“Wasn’t my ex by any chance?” Doreen asked laughing.

Robyn laughed as well, “No, last I knew, he was busted for domestic violence. Hope they hang him by his you know what.”

The pair continued to talk for another hour, sharing thoughts as well as notes from the evening’s class. They both liked the subject matter and agreed that the instructor probably knew his stuff but was really bad at teaching.

Looking at her watch, Doreen said, “I gotta go Robyn. I’ve got laundry still to do tonight and a few other things.”

Pushing her mug away and picking up her things, Robyn agreed, “Yeah, I should get going too. Go home and study for a while and try to make sense of this stuff.”

“No hot and heavy date?” Doreen teased.

“Yeah, right. You remember my telling you about my last date,” Robyn reminded her.

“Oh yeah, the guy you met akçaabat escort at the gym.”

“That’s the one. Okay in bed but boring as hell to talk to. So I’ll just stick to my textbook this weekend,” Robyn replied waving the book in her hand.

*****

The following Tuesday Robyn was putting together an ad layout that was given to her by one of the advertising managers. Hopefully when she finished her degree work, she would be the one handing the layout to someone else to put together.

“Robyn.”

She turned to see the owner of the business approach her. Her boss was a voluptuous looking woman who she would guess was in her mid-fifties. Robyn was able to discern that she had a nice figure that still turned men’s heads.

“Yes, Gloria.”

“I have a client coming in at 11 that I’d like you to work with.”

“Okay.”

“He runs a local auto parts store and he’s got some advertising he needs put together.”

“Shouldn’t he be meeting with one of the managers?” Robyn inquired. So far, she never worked directly with any of the customers.

“Normally, yes. But he’s already got some layouts drawn out. So, I’d like you to work with him and put something together. I’m also interested to see what you can put together. I just have a sneaky feeling you are getting an eye for what works and what doesn’t,” Gloria smiled at her protégé.

Robyn was indeed studious. She was always asking questions about the work given to her. She was very careful to formulate the questions in a way that didn’t come across as second guessing but a genuine desire to know the thought process behind a particular design. One of the account managers had even gone so far as to ask Robyn for her opinion to see how much she had learned. He was impressed and passed his impressions on to Gloria.

Right at 11 the front receptionist called out, “Robyn, someone here to see you!”

Robyn took a moment to clear her current project off her work table so that she could focus on the new assignment. She stepped to the front and paused for a moment. She looked at the man standing on the other side of the counter. She had seen him before when he had come in to meet with one of the managers. She got the impression that Gloria knew quite well as they always chatted with each other when he came in and he was always giving her admiring looks. Robyn noted that he was the same height as herself and always dressed in a casual manner, yet made even jeans and a shirt look impressive. She was taken with him but had never dared to talk to him.

Stepping forward, “Hi, I’m Robyn,” she introduced herself, offering her hand.

The man smiled and shook her hand, “I’m Edward. But please call me Eddie.”

“Come on back,” Robyn said as she led the way to her work area.

She sat next to him as he explained what he had put together. To her, he smelled wonderful. She didn’t know if it was a cologne or simply the shampoo he used. Just the same, she liked it. She asked a myriad of questions to clarify what he was looking for. Robyn took the materials he had brought with him and put them in a folder. They stood and shook hands and Robyn felt like her heart skipped a beat.

“Thanks for coming in, Eddie. I’ll get started on this today and I should have some preliminary sketches for you by early next week,” Robyn said.

“That’s fine. I’m not running this for another two weeks. I look forward to seeing what you put together,” Eddie replied. He held her hand for just a second longer than normal. His business took up a lot of his time. So much so that it killed his last relationship. He decided to focus on growing the store and opening up some branch locations and wasn’t looking for a relationship. However, there was something about the woman he had just met that might change his mind.

“Yes, well, uh, should I wait for your call then?” he asked.

“Well, if you want, we could set up a time now if you’d like,” Robyn replied.

“Sure,” he replied, smiling at her.

She looked at him for a quick moment and then looked at her calendar. “Would 11 next Monday work?”

“That works for me,” Eddie’s smile grew just a little bigger.

“Great, I’ll have your ad ready,” Robyn said with just a touch of eagerness.

Robyn watched him leave the building. He was an unexpected surprise in her day. He was kind and unlike other guys she met, he seemed to respect what she had to say and her ideas. She was already looking forward to Monday.

Fifteen minutes later Eddie entered his auto parts store. His longtime employee, Carol, was out front restocking some shelves when she noticed her boss come in. “How’d it go?”

Eddie stopped and turned, “Really good. I think we’re going to have some good ads coming up. Hopefully it will help build up more business.” He stood there for a second and turned to head to the back of the store.

Carol recognized the look on his face, she had seen it before, but it had been awhile. “Eddie, what’s her name?” she asked. She stopped what she was doing, looked at him and put one hand on her hip. She remembered akçakale escort what happened with his last relationship.

He stopped and turned, looking straight at Carol, “What do you mean?” he replied, trying to sound innocent.

“You know damn well what I mean. What’s her name?”

Eddie took a deep breath and said, “Robyn.”

“Eddie, I thought you said…”

He interrupted by putting up his hand and nodding his head in agreement, “I know what I said. But she’s, I don’t know. There was just something about her.”

“Uh huh. We’re not going down that road again, boss. You do and I’m going to kick you right square in the ass.”

“It won’t,” he said, unconvincingly and turned to continue to the back of the store. He stopped just before entering the back office, “And if for whatever reason I do, you have my permission to kick me in the ass.”

“Uh huh.”

*****

Robyn and Doreen gathered their materials at the end of class on Friday evening and started heading out the door. Working their way through the crowded hallway, Doreen asked, “You have any plans tonight?”

Robyn looked at her friend, “The same hot date that I had last Friday.”

“So that’s a no then,” she said and stopped just as they stepped outside. “Listen, how about instead of the coffee bar, we go back to my place. I’ve got some wine and some munchies to go with it.”

Robyn’s exposure to wine was rather limited. She was not much of a drinker to begin with. Thinking to herself for a moment, “Sure, sounds good to me. I’ll just follow you.”

Doreen lived about 20 minutes away. She pulled up to a modest single story home a few miles outside the city. Robyn noticed that the house had a large front porch and there were a couple of out buildings on the property. Looking around, it looked like the nearest neighbor was a half mile away.

Pulling up next to Doreen’s car, Robyn got out and looked around, “I wish I could see this in the daylight. But it looks fantastic out here.”

Doreen came up to her side, “It is. It was my parent’s and they left it to me when they passed on. Fortunately, my ex said that as far as he was concerned it wasn’t community property when we split up the assets,” she said. “I grew up here.”

“Wow, what a place to grow up in,” Robyn replied with a touch of envy. Robyn grew up in the city. Her folks weren’t that well off so the house she grew up in was quite tiny. She had to share her bedroom with her sister.

“What’s in that building?” Robyn asked, pointing to a small building. It didn’t look big enough to be a barn or for animals.

“That’s my studio. Or at least that’s what I call it.”

“You said you did photography. I didn’t know you had a studio.”

“Yeah, I’ve started doing portraits in the last few months and so I converted it to be a studio.”

“What was it before?”

“My dad used it as a wood shop. When he died I sold all the tools as I didn’t have much use for them. It sat empty for a while until last fall when I converted it.”

“Nice.”

“It’s chilly out. Let’s go in,” Doreen prompted, rubbing her hand up and down her arm laded with a textbook and notebooks.

Robyn looked around the living room when she stepped inside, “Doreen, this is gorgeous.”

“Thanks. I’ve added a few things, but the furniture all belonged to my parent’s. They loved the rustic look.”

“It really looks nice,” Robyn said, really liking the warmth and coziness that the room provided.

“Make yourself at home. I’ll get us some wine and something to eat,” Doreen said, gesturing to the room as she made her way to the back of the house.

Robyn sat down on the sofa and took in the surroundings. She could get used to this. Very easily. Her mind began to wander, wondering what it would be like to like in such a wonderful home.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Doreen entered the room with two wine glasses and a bottle of wine. “I love this place, Doreen. It’s so warm and inviting.”

Doreen looked around, “Yeah, it’s home and has been for as long as I can remember. It’s my sanctuary,” she said with a smile and returned to the kitchen, returning a moment later with a tray of food.

Sitting down, Doreen picked up a wine glass and handed it to Robyn and then picked the other one up, raising it in a toast, “To good friends and to someone who’s become my best friend.”

Robyn blushed a little, “Aww, that’s sweet. To us,” as she clinked her glass with Doreen’s. “Any you’ve become mine as well.”

They talked about all manner of topics, avoiding class. It was Friday night and neither of them really wanted to focus on that right now. Robyn had one leg curled up under her and an arm across the back of the sofa, so she was facing Doreen.

Doreen set her glass down and placed a hand on top of Robyn’s, “I have really grown quite fond of you, Robyn,” she said as she looked at where her hand covered Robyn’s. They had talked about Robyn’s experience being with another woman. While Doreen never had, their conversation about sex resulted in Doreen developing a desire to try woman to woman with Robyn. She wasn’t sure how Robyn felt. Her mind was going in multiple directions. On one hand, she cherished the friendship that she had with Robyn, yet she wanted to experience sex with her, but at the same time was afraid that any approach that she made would destroy that and send Robyn running.

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Lisa stretched out on the bed and yawned. She had spent the night in one of the bedrooms of her … Well the right word escaped her… ex husband? Soon to be ex-husband? Dumpy dude dumped? Shitty in the sheets? Dinky dick?

Lisa lay there playing with all the possible nicknames for Hugh and chuckling when she came up with a good one. While they were still officially married Lisa had finally thrown in the towel on her marriage the prior Saturday. Hugh had been fantastic when they had first met during their college sports program. Both had been at college on sports scholarships and both were had been in fantastic shape. Since training diets and NCAA drug tests kept them off alcohol and marijuana as a general rule, they had simply taken out their youthful exuberance with sex and had fallen hard for each other.

The problem is that Hugh then went to law school and the competitive energy that had made him so much fun to be around become totally focused on clawing his way to the top of that cutthroat profession.

During school it was law review where he became an editor. After graduation it was work for one of the most prestigious law firms in the country if not the world. His office was in Los Angeles but he spent lots of time on the road. When he was in LA he was working until 10 or 11 every night. Most nights Lisa had long gone to bed before he got home as she made it a point to get out of bed and get a good workout in every morning with a long bike ride. As a result, Lisa never saw him. They never ate meals together and sex had gone down from an almost daily occurrence to once per month and only when Lisa pushed him into it.

Hugh never exercised, ate junk food from take-out places around his office when he worked late and never exercised. He only had energy for work. The final straw was the cancelation of multiple special date nights like her birthday celebration, special weekends in the mountains or the beach and, the last straw, the cancellation of their second honeymoon in Hawaii.

Lisa knew he was not fooling around. The demands of a high end practice of law were taking similar tolls on the bodies of the other lawyers at Hugh’s firm. The work was so hard on marriages that the office actually had instituted an informal “the marriage is over” system of expensing drinks and nights out the same way another office might throw bachelor parties and bridal showers.

Cancelling what was supposed to be a trip to re-ignite their marriage so Hugh could go to New York for a client had done it. Lisa had decided then and there she’s had enough. The man had already dumped her for his job, she was now going to just formalize the arrangement. She had gotten home the afternoon she had told him things were over and started on a series of revenge sex and sexual experiment encounters. She had her first threesome with two men that included a DP; her first threesome with another woman and a guy that had been, much to her surprise, fantastic. She did not think she would get turned on by a woman until she met Colleen. She had screwed a consultant in her office on a conference room table on Monday and Wednesday had broken in Hugh’s new apartment by leaving used condoms and a man’s spunk on the sheets in the other bedroom. The moving man had been young 27, a hunk as only a man just out of the Marines could be and fantastic in bed. He had also been Lisa’s first black lover.

The apartment itself was a boring corporate apartment designed for two executives to share while spending an extended time in LA. The décor was definitely in the mode of “don’t offend anyone” rather than anything with an artistic flare. It had two master bedroom suites with a living room, dining area and kitchen. Lisa had left the mess in one bedroom – the one with Hugh’s stuff in it – and slept in the other. Her plan was to leave that one a mess too so that when Hugh came in he would find used condoms and sex stains wherever he looked. She wanted to really drive home the fact that she had no need of him anymore.

Today would be a relaxation day while she cruised for a man (or two or a man and woman or whatever) to bring back to the apartment later that day or evening. She would be spending that Thursday night in the apartment and clearing out early. Hugh would be getting in to LAX mid-afternoon on Friday so she wanted to be long gone by the time he reached the apartment.

She planned on getting a morning strength workout done. That was a typical Thursday anyway. Afterwards she had appointments at her favorite day spa to get her nails and hair done, get a massage and otherwise get treated like royalty.

After grabbing her usual smoothie and caffeine breakfast Lisa headed to the gym in the apartment complex. Always a bit of an exhibitionist, Lisa was wearing a pair of booty gym shorts and a sports bra. Her thinking was that she worked hard for her great legs, firm ass and 6 pack abs. The tits had cost good money for a nice but not too much C cup.

She was going down a bit on the late side, for akşehir escort her at least, but at 7:30 there were a few people still in the gym. She forgot most of these folks could walk to work in five minutes so they came down late, got their work out in, showered and were still in the office by 9. There was none of LA’s horrible traffic to battle.

Two overweight women were chatting adamantly while moving slowly on their elliptical machines. Lisa could imagine them wondering why they didn’t lose weight when they worked out.

“Because you need to be out of breath and sweating! Duh!” Lisa thought.

There was just one man in the gym, performing chest flies on the cable machine. Lisa went through her warm ups checking this man out. He was older, generally not Lisa’s thing. She had been with an “older” guy once before she had met Hugh. At 35 he had seemed ancient compared to Lisa’s then 19 years old. She did not think much of that experience.

This guy, however had the distinguished good looks of a guy in one of those men’s anti-aging ads she occasionally saw, or maybe one of the guys in an erectile dysfunction medicine commercial. His hair was grey and he had a bald spot but he pulled it off with the grace of Patrick Stewart playing Jean Luc Piccard. He was also very muscular, so Lisa knew in an instant that this man was taking testosterone at least and perhaps other body building supplements. If Lisa could only see his body she would have guessed he was 40 at the most. The muscles on his arms, chest and legs rippled. Lisa could see that, while perhaps not a six pack, his abs were flat and sexy. But looking at his face and hair, he was obviously over 55, maybe even over 60.

Lisa was intrigued. Her friend Denise, single, swore that older men made the best lovers. They were patient, they were gentle and above all they lasted a whole lot longer. Maybe this guy would be a good experiment. The fact that Lisa saw him check her out then turn and face the mirrors so he could still check her out with looking like he was checking her out.

“Seriously, you think women are not wise to that one.” Lisa thought but then, on a more positive note, “So using testosterone he would like to fuck still, probably. Let’s see if we can get a rise out of him.”

Besides, if she flirted with him and he was a dud then no big deal. She had all day to find someone and the after work bars around here did get pretty active on a Thursday, if it came to that.

The distinguished gentleman, as she had nicknamed him, was now doing bench presses. Lisa picked up some dumbbells and started working on lunges and straight leg deadlifts very close to his bench, using his proximity to the weight rack to make it seem natural, even though the result was this man having a full view of her butt shown to its best advantage.

She finished her first set and leaned on the rack to catch her breath. This was still a legitimate workout after all even though she was also using it to show off. The distinguished gentleman was checking out her ass then glancing to the mirror to check her boobs. Lisa smiled to herself as she waited her 30 second break between sets, then immediately started a second set of lunges and straight leg deadlifts. She was panting when she set down the weights.

The distinguished gentleman was checking her out again, but this time his generic lust had a mingled look of respect. Lisa waited her 30 seconds and plunged into her third and final set, leaning over the weight rack when she finished, gasping for air (and giving the gentleman a nice view of her ass as a side benefit)

“You work hard” Lisa heard a male voice behind her.

“Thank you.” She managed through gasps, holding up a finger to indicate a request to give her a moment.

After several deep exhales she continued, still breathing hard. “You know I paid for my tits but my ass and legs are earned.”

A shocked look crossed the distinguished gentleman’s face and Lisa laughed.

“Sorry, I have no filter today.” She said. “I set up a real estate deal this week that will really benefit me long term and I’m really happy about it. Today I just need to just finish off the filings and I’m home free. So I’m a bit giddy”

Lisa was really pleased with how she turned “I kicked my shithead husband out of the house and I’m getting a divorce” sound like a successful real estate business venture.

“Anyway,” Lisa continued, “I’m Lisa. Lisa Bollente.”

She extended her hand.

“Oh, Craig Robertson” the distinguished gentleman answered. “Pleasure to meet you. Was this a personal deal?”

“Well, I work in commercial real estate.” Lisa said, dodging the question while she named her firm. “I mostly work with the investors for our investment trusts.”

“Of course. You folks are my firm’s landlord here in LA and in our New York and Dallas offices.”

“And there’s only one company that matches that profile.” Lisa thought. “And my ex-husband works there. akyazı escort This is getting interesting”

“Really! And what do you do at such a prestigious law firm, Craig Robertson? There’s only one company that fits that description for us.”

“You guessed.” Craig chuckled. “I am the managing partner for the Washington DC office.”

“HOLY! FUCKING! SHIT!” Lisa thought. This guy was basically the most powerful and important partner at the firm. Almost half the profits for this firm came from a single office, Washington. They handled regulatory matters for very large companies and all of that work somehow involved the Washington office.

Lisa stifled a gasp, pretending she was still a bit short of breath.

“Would you mind giving me a spot while I do some squats and we can keep chatting?” Lisa suggested.

“Sure. Just let me finish this last set.”

“I’ll spot you.”

Lisa stood with her legs a bit spread to spot Craig’s bench press. Her position allowed Craig to look straight up into her crotch and the bottom of her breasts. Apparently distracted by the view Craig only managed to get 6 out of the ten reps he was attempting.

“Off day” he mumbled while Lisa chuckled to herself.

“So you wouldn’t happen to know Hugh Caillfidh?” Lisa asked conversationally.

“I know him from college and I heard he was working for you.”

Lisa was getting pretty good at saying the absolute truth and conveying a completely different meaning, and she was very pleased with herself. Of course she left the 5 years of marriage after college out but it was not her problem if he made assumptions. She was very glad at that moment that she had never taken Hugh’s last name for her own. That might spoil an outrageous revenge sex idea she was forming.

Lisa started o her squats with Craig behind her, moving with her as a good spotter should but close enough that Lisa could feel his breath on her neck. He smelled of expensive cologne, lightly applied – just right.

“I met him once.” Craig responded as he spotted Lisa. “But I know of him. He works his ass off. In fact too much and he’s let his body go. He needs to take care of himself. I heard his wife is leaving him. I would bet it’s ’cause he’s never home.”

“Oh you don’t know the half of it.” Lisa thought, happy that Craig had shown no sign of recognizing her as Hugh’s soon to be ex.

“Oh, that’s too bad. And he is a nice guy. In college at least he was a hunk. He was on the track team I think.” Lisa answered as if she were talking about a long lost college friend.

She racked her weights as Craig continued.

“Well I see this happen to lots of associates. They lose themselves in work and eat shitty take out. They don’t take care of their bodies so they get real fat. And lawyers already have a super-high divorce rate and our firm has the highest divorce rate of any firm in the country, so I need to start doing something to help our people get better balance in their lives.”

“Oh that is so good of you!” Lisa responded with genuine enthusiasm. She was not a big fan of the way Hugh had been worked, even though she blamed him for not leaving and getting a job at some fortune 100 company. He could have had his pick but he chose the firm over her so this divorce was on his head.

“Maybe you could reprimand people who don’t take 2 weeks of a real vacation per year?” Lisa suggested. “Spot me again please?”

Craig moved up and down with her again as he answered.

“Yeah. That is a good idea. I mean we have so many divorces in our firm it has become something of a ritual to take people out when the divorce is announced. Typically involves strip clubs for the men and the women but we wink at the expense. I would bet Hugh will be getting a party tonight. Anyway, we should also do something to encourage them to eat better and exercise.”

Lisa finished her set and racked the bar, stepping back so her ass brushed against Hugh’s crotch. She was pleased to feel a stir. She had known about the divorce party ritual, though Hugh had conveniently left out the strippers when he described it to her. She had figured he would have one back in LA but the New York folks were taking the opportunity to party on the firm’s dime, she saw.

Lisa turned to face him, her breasts millimeters from his chest.

“Well how do you do it?” Lisa asked, genuinely curious, then adding

“I mean, you are … well… An excellent example of how good living a healthy lifestyle can make someone look”

Lisa added a very flirty smile.

“I would say the same about you.” Craig said, smiling back. “I build it into my schedule and it is sacred time. No meetings or other things allowed. We could let everyone do that I suppose.”

“So how long are you in LA for?” Lisa asked.

“Heading back tomorrow.” Craig answered. “Be good to be home for an entire week. I’m usually on the road at least 3 days per week”

“Your wife must hate that. Can you alaşehir escort spot me one last time?” Lisa gestured to the squat rack.

“Yes and no. She likes the lifestyle I can buy her, certainly. And we make up for it with vacations to wherever she wants to go and long weekends in cities where I’m working at the time. But she does not like me being out of town as much as I am. She accepts it though.”

Lisa could not help but think of her cancelled vacation in Hawaii and wish Hugh had followed this guy’s example. “C’est la vie”

She deliberately faked needing help on her last two reps just so she could feel Craig’s body against hers as he provided assistance. Once again Lisa was pleased by the stirring in Craig’s shorts.

“Can’t be easy being in separate beds all the time.” Lisa said as she smiled, turning so her breasts brushed against him.

“Well there’s always porn. And I can’t believe I just said that.” Craig blushed.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m single and, well, you don’t always have a guy around when you want one and I’m just, well, an enthusiast shall we say?” Lisa chuckled in a tempting way and touched Craig’s arm.

“Listen, I have an appointment I must make.” Lisa said without adding that it was a massage “but listen, I get sick of eating diner alone. Let’s meet at the bar downstairs and have a drink! Is 6:30 ok?”

“Actually I was going to stop in there on my way from the office. That would be nice.” Craig smiled. “But remember I am married.”

“Naught boy.” Lisa purred. “Lighten up! It’s just a drink! Anyway here is my number in case something comes up.”

Craig provided his as well and they parted for the day. Lisa could not help but notice that Craig had a nice firm ass unusual for older men. She liked that.

Lisa spent the day getting all the luxury treatments the extensive spa could offer including a deep tissue massage, hot stones, manicure, pedicure and a somewhat new hair style and a makeup consultation that left her looking really hot. She felt every inch a new woman.

Lisa had brought a number of sexy clothing items with her to match her whim for the evening. She could not decide if she should play the business woman just in from the office or the woman who had “changed into something more comfortable”. In the end she opted for the sexy business woman look. First, she knew she rocked it and loved the idea of the prim and proper lady with the sexy underwear and lustful soul underneath. The business suit it would be.

She used a new suit, not quite as risqué as the one she had used to get Michael onto a conference room table. Here she was dealing with a far more sophisticated man. He implied, at least, that he remained loyal to his wife. Also she wanted to be seen as his peer – one business person to another.

She chose her new suit with a black asymmetrical slit skirt she had picked up from an Italian designer. With the asymmetrical cut she could cross her right leg over her left and hide leg but crossing her left over her right leveraged the slit and the asymmetry to show lots of leg. She wore a red button down blouse with one too many buttons undone and a black notch collar jacket to complete the suit.

The skirt was very tight and made of a stretchy fabric. It would have shown panty lines from anything Lisa had brought with her, so no panties was the only option. Lisa was feeling especially naughty this evening given Craig’s position with her ex’s employer. She pulled on seamed thigh high nylons and a red lace push up bra. Last she put on her strap back 4 inch heels – one of her pairs of “come fuck me shoes” as she thought of them.

At 6:30 she sent a text to Craig.

“Hi. It’s Lisa. I just got back from the office. I’m dropping my laptop in my room and I’ll be down in 10 minutes. Sorry to be late.”

Within seconds she got back a message. “No worries. I’ll be at the bar going over some work. See you soon and looking forward to it.”

Best to be fashionably late and appear to be a rushed business woman, Lisa thought as she downed a marijuana edible. She made sure she had condoms I her purse (just in case) as well as in the bedroom she would use that evening. Finally, she made very sure that the door to the room holding Hugh’s stuff, as well as cum stained sheets, was closed and locked. No need for him to see that.

Lisa sauntered into the bar section and saw Craig leaning into a laptop computer, deeply focused with an almost empty martini glass next to him. The chair next to him was empty.

“Hey there stranger, can anyone sit here?” Lisa purred.

Craig gave a small startled jerk then quickly recovered as Lisa laughed quietly.

“Sorry. Did not mean to startle you.” She said. “Are you ok?”

Craig flushed and stood like a gentleman should.

“I am sorry. I was really focused.” said Craig, recovering as he spoke. “Please sit. I was saving it for you and I’ll just save this and put it away.”

Lisa shook Craig’s hand in a firm, business like way.

“He’s really fucking nervous” Lisa thought. “I assumed he fooled around on his wife when he traveled. Maybe this guy really is faithful.”

The bartender came up as Craig was sitting down again.

“Hendricks martini with a twist, please” Lisa said. “And some water too please”

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The place: Casino on the strip in Las Vegas, Nevada

Megan was a casino black jack dealer for one of the middle rate casinos in Las Vegas. It was a Saturday, and Megan’s Friday which meant that she would have the next two days off as her weekend. This casino was unusually busy for an ordinary Saturday. Every table that Megan went to deal at was completely filled with gambling customers. There was no lul in the action this Saturday. It was as if a large tour bus had stopped in front of the casino and let everyone out and right into the casino doors.

Around mid way thru her shift, some of her co-workers tell her that they are going to stop at the casino next door for a few drinks before heading home and wondered if she would like to join them. Megan couldn’t wait for the shift to end so that she could relax and have a couple of drinks with her friends. It was her last table of the shift when she noticed that there was a certain customer that kept changing the table he was at to the one where she was dealing, which she thought was out of the ordinary since the gentleman was not winning very man hands of black jack with her as the dealer. But hey who was she to complain he was tipping her left and right even while he was losing. Finally the end of shift came, and she couldn’t wait to go next door.

Before she made her way to the next casino, Megan changed from her work uniform into some of what dealers call “street clothes”. Nothing really fancy just a dark rose colored skirt and while v-neck sweater with a pair of black heels and tan panty hose. Once she had changed she caught up with her co-workers in the lobby of the casino. They all walked next door to the next casino and headed for the bar. After ordering the first round of drinks they all sat around a table in the lounge area next to the bar.

Megan sat in one of the chairs with her back facing the bar. They were all having a good time laughing and telling jokes and stories of some of the customers that they had that day. Megan begins to explain about this guy that she had who had moved to every table that she was at, when her friends sitting next to her tells her that there is a man looking akçay escort directly at her. Trying not to turn around completely and look really obvious she caught a glimpse of who it was that we watching her. But she couldn’t really get a good look from where she was sitting. Megan could feel him looking at her.

They order the next round of drinks and Megan ops for something a little stronger than her first, why not it was her Friday and it had been a long day. The waitress arrives with the drinks and as Megan began to hand her what she thought was more than enough money to pay for the drinks since it was her round to buy, but the waitress said that they had already been paid for, but she could not tell them by who. So Megan tipped the waitress and asked her to try and find out who it was that had bought the drinks for them. The waitress goes back to her work and Megan turns to her friend to see if her friend had seen anyone from the group go to the bar and pay for the drinks. But her friend had not seen anyone that was with them go to the bar.

After they had been sitting there for a while having fun, Megan began to feel as if someone had walked up behind her. And by the look on her friends face, her feeling was correct. Before she could turn around to see who it was behind her. She felt something slide down the front of her sweater and as she looked down to see what it was, she heard a voice whisper to her “meet me there in five minutes!” and before she could turn around to see who it was, he was gone, and there she sat with a hotel room key in her hands. Megan turns to her friend for advice, but the only thing that her friend could tell her was that if she didn’t want to go she would. Megan asked her friend if this was really happening or if it was just a dream and all her friend could do was nod her head.

Megan picked up the hotel room key and thought about taking it to the front desk to try and find out whose key it was. But then she changed her mind figuring that they wouldn’t give her much information anyway. Megan turn towards her friend and told her that she would be right back.

When Megan got akdeniz escort to the room, she opened the door with the key, but there was no one there in the room. Thinking that this was some kind of practical joke from one of her coworkers, Megan starts towards the door of the room to leave, when she hears a knock at the door. Now Megan’s thinking “oh great now I get caught in some ones room that I have no idea of what there name is.”

Megan opens the door and before she could utter a word she was taken a back by a powerfully passionate kiss, which made her weak in the knees, while he handed her a bunch of roses. He slowly inched his way into the room and closed the door behind him. Without realizing it, Megan dropped everything that she had in her hands, the roses, her purse, etc, nor did she hear the door to the room close. All she could concentrate on was the passion with which he was kissing her. Without saying a word they eased into the bedroom and onto the bed.

This mystery man made Megan feel things that she had never felt before. He explored every inch of her body with his hands and then his tongues, and then his lips. When she tried to touch him to make him feel some of what she was feeling, he would take her hands and place them above her head and tell her to just enjoy. He caressed her body like no one else ever had. His touch sent shivers up and down her spine. And his lips felt like a piece of velvet over her breasts. He ran his tongue and his lips over her left breast while his finger tips caressed her right breast. And then switch to caressing her left breast and teasing her right one. Megan couldn’t help but to moan ever so slightly. Then he brought his lips and his tongue down over her stomach and over her belly button as he grabbed hold of her hips and his fingers started to massage them. Megan began to try and get to a slight upright position and lean on her elbows to be able to see him as he moved over her body, but it was as if all of her energy had been spent. She allows him the freedom to do as he pleases with her. He gently and passionate took care of any possible need that she may have had. She had akhisar escort so many orgasms that she lost count after a while and then when they started to blend together one right in to the next, it was impossible to know how many she had.

When he looked at her face and saw that she looked totally exhausted, he picked her up and adjusts her on the bed so that her head was on the pillow and brought the covers up and over her. She then felt him climb into bed along side of her and curl his body around hers. Feeling his arms wrapped around her, she slowly drifted off to sleep completely content and totally satisfied.

When Megan woke up, she wondered if she had dreamt everything, instead of experiencing it. But looking around she noticed that she was not in her bedroom and that she had no clothing on under the blanket. Wrapping herself in the blanket, she walked thru the hotel room to see if she could find her mystery man but he was no where in site, she was all alone in the hotel room. She turned to where her clothing lay neatly folded on a chair beside the bed and began to get dressed. She still wasn’t sure if it had really happened or not.

Once dressed she went to open the door of the hotel room to leave, and as she did she saw a room service tray just outside the door, with a note for her. The note said “I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did, and you did taste just as good as I had imagined.” but was not signed by anyone. Only a p.s. on the bottom, saying that “I thought that you might be feeling a bit weak and may need some energy so I ordered you some room service.” She brought the try inside the room and had a little bit to eat, trying to replay what had happened in her head.

Megan thinks to herself, “So much for telling her friends that she’d be back in a few minutes. and no one is ever going to believe this one.” After all she wasn’t even sure that she believed it. She made her way of the room and went to the lounge to see if any of her friends had stuck around to make sure that she was ok. But they had all left already. She then made her way out of the casino with a huge smile on her face. She realized that she would never forget this night for the rest of her life; she only wished that she knew who it was that made her feel this way.

THE END!!

Authors note: This is my first submission so please tell me what you think and vote. All comments accepted as well as suggestions. Hope you enjoy reading this.

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My relationship with Katia is deteriorating. It’s sad. She’s spending a lot of time at work and is away for business regularly. When she comes home she’s either working on her laptop, complaining about work or exhausted from working. It has affected our sex life too. It has been weeks since we did it. She’s often not in the mood. She’s kind enough not to refuse sex but I can feel that she’s not interested. It’s as if she’s doing me a favour, getting the chore over with. Not feeling her desire for me turns me off. I have talked with Katia several times about this but it seems like we’re not able to come to a solution. Work is her priority.

I have become sexually frustrated. And having a ridiculously hot stepdaughter living with me being frequently alone with her makes this worse. I know I shouldn’t participate in her games but I can’t resist. It is another Thursday night. Katia’s away. Nadine is alone at home with me. Again I’ve decided to wear my thinnest trackpants. No undies. I’m sitting on the sofa streaming a series on TV. Waiting. Anticipating Nadine’s appearance. What is she up to this time? I’m already getting semi-hard just thinking about her. Minutes pass. Nothing. Half-way through the episode. Nothing. The show ends. I’m disappointed. I’m thinking about all the sexually charged encounters I had with Nadine. Suddenly I’m feeling grateful. She’s so out of my league. Way too young and hot. I should just be thankful for what I had with her so far. She’s aware of my issues with Katia. I know she is. Katia has told me that she’s had a conversation with Nadine. She wants to manage Nadine’s expectations. Condition her that our relationship may be over soon. That soon they may have to move out. A sense of relief is coming over me. Somehow it’s good that this is ending. The whole thing with Nadine had been wrong from the beginning. Our relationship is way too sexually charged. It’s bahçelievler escort not appropriate. Maybe now that Nadine’s aware that this living situation may end soon she’s lost interest in her games.

It’s bedtime. I’m sighing and making my way upstairs to my room. I have to walk past Nadine’s room and I’m noticing something unusual. Light is shining out of it. The door’s open! Normally it’s closed. I’m walking closer to the open door, peeking inside the room, from an angle, just seeing a small part of the room. Nadine’s bed is right next to the entry. I’m startled by what I’m seeing. I’m stopping mid-step. I can see Nadine’s lower body. Her upper body is covered by a blanket. The blanket is piling up, hiding her face. You guessed it! She’s naked. She’s lying there on her bed just right next to the door right in front of me. So close! Right on the edge of the bed. No panties. Fetal position on her side. Her beautiful feet. French style pedicure! I’m wandering with my eyes up her legs to her thighs. To her beautifully exposed pussy. I can see her outer lips, her inner lips. Her petite perky butt cheeks and asshole. Hairless. In plain sight. The room is well lit. What a view! As soon as my steps stop as if that was a cue for the show to start two of her fingertips appear between her thighs. Now they’re on her clit. Sliding down the center of her pussy. Gently pushing against her inner lips. Moving to the outer lips. I can’t believe what I’m seeing! She’s spreading her pussy now! A pink butterfly. So hot! Yes baby, open up! Open up for me! My heart is pounding. My dick is getting hard. She starts running her fingers up and down her clit dipping them into her pussy. She’s getting wetter by the minute. I can hear the sound of her wet pussy lips being massaged by her fingers. Circles on her clit! Now both fingers are inside! Moving in and out a little bakırköy escort faster and faster. Her outer lips are bulging! I’m losing my mind. My dick is hard as a rock tenting my trackpants. I’m slowly daring to peek into the room a bit further. Can’t see her face! Hidden behind her blanket. Good! I’m sliding my hand inside my trackpants and start stroking my dick. I can’t help myself. As if this show wasn’t already blissful enough her second hand makes an appearance. From the back. Sliding her fingers down her butt crack, pushing against her asshole. Incredible! Circling her asshole sliding up and down her hole. Dipping into her wet pussy. Smearing her wetness all over her butthole. Now the tip of a finger is disappearing inside her anus. I’m ever so softly moaning, stroking my dick faster.

She’s adjusting her position slowly to doggy style. Still masturbating her pussy. She’s pulling out from under the blanket a sex toy. Those pink ones with the long thin handle and a pear-shaped bulging end. A lovense toy. She’s pushing the pear shaped end into her pussy, slowly, until it disappears and just the thin long flexible handle is sticking out. I can hear the vibrations from the toy. She’s pulling on it, making her pussy bulge as the pear shaped end is half-out. She pushes it back in and keeps going. In and out, in an out. The other hand playing with her asshole fingering it. I’m so horny! I want to be inside her push my dick in. Fuck her. I’m getting bolder stepping closer to her, so close. As I’m walking my trackpants are slipping down to my ankles. I’m half naked, she’s half naked. Her ass almost touching me. I’m stroking my dick, faster and faster. How I’d love to fuck her pussy, her ass. Just ram my hardness inside her. Hold her by the hips, take her doggy style. No mercy! This petite beautiful body! My other hand is running down my shaft, between başakşehir escort my shaved balls. Keeps going on my shaft until I reach my asshole. I’m resting my finger near it. Half on my shaft, half on my asshole and push against it. Making light circles. Double the pleasure! I’m so close to cumming. Precum all over my tip. I’m too caught up in my lust, too late to notice that she’s adjusting to lie on her back. She’s almost touched me! Phew! Her face and upper body perfectly hidden behind her blanket. Hey toy’s in her as ass now. As she’s lying on her back I can see her beautiful flat belly. She’s stroking her clit, up and down, sideways, circling. Faster and faster. She starts arching her back a little. She’s pulling on her toy. Her asshole is spreading, getting bigger. Eventually the toy’s out. Her asshole gaping. I can hear a suppressed moan by her. She’s inserting two fingers into her pussy, her other hand keeps stroking her clit. Faster, faster, faster! Her back is arching further up. She’s spreading her pussy, starts twitching, contracting. I’m hearing another suppressed moan from her. She’s cumming. I’m so close to her. As she’s climaxing, to my surprise, a tiny squirt splashes out of her pussy! A few drops land on my hand, my thigh, my dick. That’s it! It’s pushing me over the line! I’m cumming like crazy in my hand, just managing to contain my cum without cumming all over her. I’m breathing heavily. She must hear it. She must know I’ve watched. She’s slowly closing her legs, pressing her thighs together. Show’s over.

I’m backing off, walking funny with my pants at my ankles. Straight to the bathroom. Cleaning myself up. She must hear it all. How obvious I was! Stopped my steps right in front of her room. And as soon as the show’s over I walked away. Does it matter? I think we’re past that stage. We both know that we’re playing games and that this will be over soon. Nadine has contrary to my fear stepped up her game. I’m going to do the same. Enjoy it while it lasts.

Copyright Normann Blaze 2022

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