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“Damn, I knew I should have gotten my key back,” as I entered my place and smelled the heavenly aroma of my favorite Italian meal… fresh made lasagna, lamb chops, garlic bread, heavy on the garlic… Too bad the garlic didn’t kill the tall, smooth, chocolate brotha standing in my kitchen.

“Surprise! I knew you’d be too tired to cook, and you were out of town on your birthday.” I smile, as good as it smelled, I was exhausted and annoyed over work. And the fact that he was in my condo un-invited, made my annoyance that much greater. “Thanks,” I somehow muttered, “You shouldn’t have.” “You’re annoyed… I know the key was only for me to do laundry while I waited for my new washer to be delivered. But, I just thought I’d surprise you for your birthday. My washer has been delivered, the key is on the coffee table. I promise, I did not intend to keep it.” Damn, now I feel bad… a little. “No, it’s cool. Work was just annoying, I am so over these entitled folks feeling like we should pat them on the back and give them extras for doing their jobs. Extras is for those who go above and beyond. I’m just over it.” “I hear you,” he replies. “Why don’t you go put down you back, take a long hot shower and relax?” Actually, it sounds pretty good, and my stomach is growling. “Snitch!” I think to my stomach as I roll my bag into the bedroom.

I put my bag down, plug in my phone and begin to unpack. Hell, tomorrow is Saturday and I’ll be doing laundry, what am I doing? I slip off the stilettos I’ve had on all day and stretch my aching calves and feet, slide my skirt down as I glance in the mirror. I forgot I had worn that cute black lace thong I bought last Ataşehir Escort week, trying to make myself feel sexy since the divorce. I pull my top over my head and drop it to the floor, while still looking in the mirror. Damn, girl, you are still fine, especially for a 50 year old! I smile at myself for a second and then head into the master suite bathroom and turn on the shower. I undo my bun and let my hair fall into thick, black curls and waves that fall past my shoulders. I check the water temp, and unfasten my bra.

I get a whiff of the dinner cooking in the other room, and then imagine what’s waiting under the apron. A girl can imagine, can’t she? My nipples harden, and my clit rises at the thought… et tu? I think as my body gives me away. I pull off the thong and hop into the shower. I love the Bath and Body works lavender shower oil. I feels and smells wonderful as the hot water and steam release the tension of the day. I begin to wash, but linger a little longer on my pierced nipples. I turn to let the hot water fall on my back and spread my lips… a little extra pressure and time on my aching pierced clit. You haven’t had any for a minute, you play this right, you can get dinner and a good lay. I hope this brotha can fuck… I need some serious stress relief.

I reach back to wash my ass, spread my cheeks open moving a little slower than necessary… mmmm, it would be nice to feel a brotha move up from behind, squeezing my ass… mmmm… wait, did I just moan out loud?? Good thing I’m in the shower. I decide to go ahead a relieve a little stress since I was aroused anyway, stroking my clit with one finger… mmmmmm, Acıbadem Escort another moan… I let my head back, mouth open… my other hand squeezing my nipple… I imagine him joining me in the shower, I can feel his hands as they roam my body, up my hips, over my stomach, pulling me back into him, I can feel the full length of his dick against my back. Damn! His hands slide over my small, but perky tits and begin to massage them. He begins to pull me back against him, I can feel his chest on my back. That is nice! He begins to kiss the back of my neck, my back, down my spine to hips and turns me around.

The water is splashing off the top of his head as he spreads my lips exposing my now hard clit. “Nice!” he says, just before massaging it with his tongue. My pussy immediately begins to throb… “tattletale, you could at least wait a few minutes… ” He massages my clit with his tongue as both hands grasp and squeeze my ass, pulling me into his face. I feel his tongue caressing and exploring my pussy, while his hands caress and explore my ass. mmmmmm… more moans, then suddenly, he slides his tongue into my slit while he slides his finger into my ass! AAAAHHH! I am going to cum! I think he feels my body tighten and slows, raising his kisses back up to my stomach. SHIT! He stands up, pulls me against him and begins to kiss me, fully tasting the sweetness of my own pussy. He turns the water off. leads me out of the shower and into the master suite, lays me on the bed and kneels down, spreads my lips and dives in… Fuck, I’m dizzy this shit is so good! (At this point, I am literally laying on my bed, fingering myself, I think İstanbul Escort I’m about to cum)

“Damn, you took relaxing, literally, huh? I was wondering what was taking you so long… ” Shit! I still straight up! How long has he been standing at the door? He grins, arms folded as he leans against the door frame. “May I join you?” Hell, why not? I think to myself. “Sure… ” He pulls his shirt over his head, slides his jeans down, freeing his not very small dick from his boxers… What the fuck did I get myself into? As horny and wet as I am… I’m not sure about this. He sees my apprehension and literally kneels down in the same position as I had just been imagining… Without saying a word, he devours my as I almost scream out while I grab the sheets, toes curled… FUCK!! Please don’t cum, please don’t cum… not yet, but my body is about to betray me… He stands, slides me up on the bed and leans over me, I can feel the heat of his body… I can feel the tip at my entrance… he knows what he is doing, he is trying to let my body settle down, but every inch of my body is on 10! He kisses me, engages me in conversation… I really don’t want to talk, but it’s working, my breathing slows, my heart rates slows, and we actually start laughing… I tell him I’m a little nervous about his… ummm… girth… He smiles and kisses me, awakening my body all over again, I am suddenly aware of his tip at my entrance again… He slowly, as he’s kissing me, begins to slide in. OMG, it feels like he is filling every inch of my walls.

Once in, he stops, kisses me, caresses me, sucking my very hard nipples, I can feel his fingertips on my hips and I can’t help but lift my legs, pulling him deeper inside me, moving against him. I think I am going to explode. Is this shit that damn good or has it just been that long?? He allows me to work my hips until he can tell that I am comfortable with is size… and then… omg…

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-I apologize that this one has been so long coming. I had most of it written a week or two after the last chapter but got writer’s block going into the date. I have had this finished for a few months, but life got in the way of editing this one. Thank you to all my readers and their patience. I hope to be wrapping this one up in another chapter or two.-

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Without any groceries in the house, Oscar made the wise choice to go to Mel’s Diner the next morning. It was his favorite place to eat and a staple of everyone in town. Mel’s was family-owned for two generations, and someday soon, it would probably be three. Melvin Clark Jr. had taken over from Melvin Sr. who ran the place when Oscar was a kid. Oscars ties to Mel’s went back is rookie days as a patrolman. His first patrol included this area, so he usually started and stopped his shift here with a cup of coffee. In fact, that was how he met his late wife Wanda, she waited tables here and worked the morning shift.

As soon as Oscar walked through the door, Hanna, Mel’s oldest daughter, who was hostess, shouted out back to her father.

“Dad,” she hollered behind her with a massive grin beaming at Oscar. “We got an escaped jailbird here! Better call the cops!”

“Haha,” Oscar barked at her as he hung his coat on the hooks in the entranceway. “I was let out on good behavior.”

“Oh, we know,” Hanna said. “Dad and I saw that weird press conference. The rumor was that you got a beating in there from an orderly.”

“No beat down for me. Just good beating on an orderly that didn’t understand the meaning of the word “No.”

Hanna was Melvin’s oldest daughter of his four. At forty, she definitely looked it and never tried to hide it. She was the spitting image of her mother with blond hair dark rim glasses. They both had pointy noses with dark brown eyes. In all honesty, Hanna was not a looker but had all her father’s ambitions. She planned to take over for her dad when he retired. Oscar knew from prior talks with Melvin, he was ok with that but not the idea of retirement.

The diner was still empty on a Sunday because it was still way before the local churches let out. Oscar knew the routine well. If he got here before seven, he could always get his favorite booth in the back. Old cop habits died hard, and training always taught him to put his back against a wall with a clear sight of all the exits.

Oscar didn’t wait for Hanna to seat him. He just walked down to the booth at the far end and sat down. A few minutes later, Hanna dropped a cup of coffee in front of him just the way he liked it.

“You in a rush to order, or can you wait a bit for Rene to come in?” she asked, watching as a few new patrons walked in.

“No rush at all, hun,” Oscar replied. “I could use the paper if you got one. Don’t hurry, though.”

“I’ll have dad bring it out, he has a present for you,” she told him and then walked up to take care of the new customers. “Glad to have you back.”

Mel’s Diner was you’re traditional all chrome fifties-style diner. They were famous for the best hash browns in the county, and as per usual, Oscar would likely place two orders. The hash browns were just as good the next morning if he heated them in the microwave. That was no easy feat.

Oscar sipped at his coffee and watch the few cars out on the road this early. The Diner was right at the edge of town, making it a commonplace for everyone in the whole area.

“Oscar,” said a big heavyset man with Santa Claus style beard. “Good to have you back, man.”

Melvin, the owner, took a seat opposite Oscar and slid him the newspaper. It wasn’t just the newspaper though, underneath the paper he carried was something framed.

Oscar lifted the paper and laughed at the sight. Melvin had cutout last week’s news headline about Oscar saving a nurse. It was framed for Oscar and everything. Melvin pointed at a hook on the wall behind Oscar.

“Figured you might want to hang that up over your booth,” Melvin joked.

“Thanks, but I didn’t do anything,” Oscar said, holding his hands up.

“Yeah, yeah,” Melvin said mockingly. “Just like back in ninety-five when you were off duty, and that guy came in with a knife to rob me. I swore that kid shit bricks when you pulled your gun.”

“Right place, right time Mel,” Oscar said modestly. “Doesn’t always work that way.”

“True, but I thought my old friend deserved a bit of recognition.”

“Well then, I thank you,” Oscar said, extending his hand to the big man.

They shook hands, and Mel replied, “Your welcome, and I am sorry I missed your welcome home party yesterday. Nat swung by to invite us, but I couldn’t leave the diner.”

“No biggie,” Oscar said, placing the frame on the wall. “How long have we known each other? I know the drill, my friend. The only time I see you is here or if your wife invites me to dinner.”

“I am a workaholic. You know that. You’re going to have to tell me later about how they treat the patients up at Winterbrook. I have heard some horror stories.”

“I will. For now, let’s just say it isn’t so bad except Kartal Escort for the strictness. Us, old fogies are hard to break from bad habits.”

Mel tapped Oscar on the shoulder, “They took your cigars away, didn’t they?”

“You know it,” Oscar remarked, smirking.

The bell on the main door rang as more people began coming in. It Looked like it was going to be a busy Sunday at Mel’s.

“I think that is my cue,” Mel said, getting up from the table. “Rene should be here any minute.”

“Did someone say my name?” echoed from a tiny voice in the kitchen.

“Nevermind,” remarked Mel as he shuffled off to the kitchen. He waved goodbye to Oscar and shook his head as he walked away.

“I heard my favorite customer is here!” chirped a tiny blonde girl as she tied her apron over her jeans and t-shirt. Then walked over to Oscar’s booth, almost skipping with bubbliness.

Renee was the youngest daughter of Mel’s, and let’s just say, she was very much a surprise to the family when she was born. At four foot eight, she was a bubbly bundle of energy that never stopped. She looked nothing like any of her older sisters except her blonde hair. No pointy nose, not tall and lanky. Mel used to joke that she was the mailman’s kid, but there was no way she wasn’t his. Her eyes were the spitting image of Melvin Jr.’s baby blues. Natalie had babysat her most of her life, so Oscar was like her uncle. The girl wasn’t more than twenty and going to college for psychology. She only worked for her dad on the weekends.

“Hey, Tiny,” Oscar said to her.

“Hey, grumpy pants,” she quipped back. “The usual?”

“You know it.”

“DAD! OSCAR WANT HIS USUAL!” she screamed to the kitchen.

“Rene! No screaming!” jabbed Hanna from the front area, shaking her head in embarrassment.

The petite girl rolled her eyes and looked back at Oscar. She snickered at Hanna and pointed her finger.

“Some people, am I right?” she joked with Oscar.

“How’s school?” Oscar asked, trying to change the subject. He did on want to get in the middle a sister squabble. Those never ended well.

“Meh,” she said, leaning in closer to Oscar. “Why don’t you tell me about the big house?” she whispered to him.

“I was not in the big house,” Oscar stated dryly. “Just a mental health facility.”

“Stage any prison breaks, or get electroshock, or or…”

“No, ” Oscar said, interrupting her. “Nothing like that. It was pretty boring until I took out that orderly.”

“Didja karate chop him like in the movies?” Rene teased make a swinging gesture with her arms.

“No, just tripped him with my cane,” he told her. “It was pretty unremarkable. He was just a dumbass.”

“Did it make ya miss being a cop?” she asked, being more serious.

“Nah.”

Hanna walked up to them with a pissed look on her face. Her hands were crossed, and her eyes were daggers. The diner behind looked like it was filling up quickly even for a Sunday.

“Leave poor Oscar alone, shrimp,” Hanna said. “I got you four more booths while you were over here bull shiting. So get to work.”

“Sure thing dear wonderful great much much much older sister of mine,” Rene replied with a salute. “Bet they don’t tip nearly as good as you,” she said to Oscar while fluttering eyes mocking innocence at him and then vanished.

“Seriously, Oscar,” Hanna said, smiling. “I don’t know why you encourage her.”

“She reminds me of what it was like to be young again. Also, I wish I could bottle her energy and sell it,” Oscar joked.

“Don’t we all,” Hanna said, going back to the front. “Dad says food will be a few more minutes.”

Oscar nodded and went back to his paper. The coffee here was sludge, but Mel kept the fancy stuff outback for himself. It was also the stuff he gave Oscar too. Over thirty years of friendship had to mean something.

Mel and Oscar went way back. Mel was only just shy of retirement, making him a bit younger than Oscar. Mel’s wife Joan and Wanda had been longtime friends going back to elementary school. Besides Oscar being here in on patrol, Wanda worked the register and helped hostess when the busy seasons came in. Renee had been born just after Wanda had passed, which was heartbreaking. Natalie and Tom were teenagers then so Natalie took a shine to the new baby. In her grieving, she helped Joan out with the baby in hopes it would brighten everyone’s sadness. That was why Renee and Oscar were so close. Renee spent many a day at Oscar’s house over the years while Joan helped her husband with the diner.

The newspaper didn’t inform Oscar of anything even close to new. Even after months away, nothing had changed in the headlines. Politicians were still fighting like children, and the economy was on edge to hit the shitter. Oscar sipped his coffee, not reading as he flipped pages in search of the crossword puzzle.

“Ehem!” coughed a familiar voice. “You look lonely in this booth. Mind if we join you?”

Oscar lowered the paper to see Daphne and her son standing there. He fought back his urge to scoop her up right there and Pendik Escort kiss her. This was a pleasant surprise. She wore a pair of dark blue denim jean cut-offs and a light gray tank top. Not as sexy as her dress from the previous day, but she still filled it out nicely.

“If I didn’t know any better, my dear, I would say I have a stalker,” Oscar kidded her.

“Of course you do,” Daphne replied, winking at him.

All the while, Peter stood there, confused by their exchange. Oscar put down the paper and gestured to the seat in front of him. Daphne slid into the booth first, and Peter slid in after her.

“So Peter, this is Oscar. And Oscar, this is Peter.” Daphne said, picking up a menu. “Oscar is the man who saved me last week.”

Oscar shook Peters, and they exchanged pleasantries. Peter was a decent looking kid but seemed a bit awkward socially. Oscar could relate, his nephew had been much the same way. It took time, but Oscar did his best to get Tom out of his shell.

“Thank you,” Peter told Oscar.

“For what?” Oscar asked a bit confused.

“For saving Mum,” Peter stated. “I wish I could have been there to help.”

Oscar just nodded in acceptance of Peter’s comment. The boy was protective of his mom, and Oscar was charmed by it. His nephew and niece had been much the same to him as they grew up.

“So, what brings you two out so early on a Sunday?” Oscar asked, sipping at his coffee.

“Peter here needs to buy his first car,” Daphne said, putting down the menu.

“Mooommm,” Peter chimed with embarrassment.

“How old are you, Pete?” Oscar asked.

“Eighteen next month. Going to be a senior this year,” Peter told Oscar.

“Good to own a car at your age,” Oscar told him.

“Yeah, most of my friends have had their cars for a year now.” He said bashfully.

“Ehhh,” Oscar remarked. “Don’t let that bother you. My nephew didn’t learn to drive until late in college. He got his first in his late twenties. Better freedom when you have one, he couldn’t believe it.”

Peter smiled at Oscar’s comment, and his mom interrupted. “That what I have been telling him. It would also be nice not to have to chauffeur him around town or let him take my car.”

“Yeah, but you put too much pressure on me,” Peter quipped.

As Daphne went to speak, they were all pleasantly interrupted. “Oh, we have guests today, Oscar! Should I be jealous?” Remarked Renee as she appeared with Oscar’s food.

“Nah, just some new friends,” Oscar said, smiling.

“Hey Peter,” Renee said, looking down at the young man. “Didn’t know you were friends with the old man over here.”

“Hey Renee,” Peter said back, turning red. “He is a friend of moms. We just got introduced.”

“Hey, Daph,” Renee said. “Coffee?”

“Sure. Two cream and one sugar,” Daphne replied.

“Tea for me,” Peter managed to get out.

“Be back in just a sec,” Renee said and disappeared in a flash.

“Ahhh,” Oscar said. “So you know Renee.”

“Yeah,” Peter said. “I tutored her in calculus the last year before she graduated. How do you know her?”

“I have been coming here since before she was born. Her mom was best friends with my late wife. I am her Godfather.” Oscar said, then pointed at his food. “Mind if I eat? Don’t want to be rude, but it is getting cold.”

Both replied, “no,” and the three sat there chatting and eventually all eating. Peter, who seemed a shy kid at first, opened up for Oscar right away. Oscar assumed it was because the kid had a massive crush on Renee. Knowing Oscar knew her and her whole family made the kid pretty chatty. Oscar was good and didn’t point out the crush, but it was pretty obvious. Peter blushed every time Renee looked at him. It was pretty adorable as far as puppy love goes, Oscar thought.

Just as they were wrapping up their meal, Peter excused himself to the bathroom. This left Daphne and Oscar alone. Oscar’s heart skipped a few beats in excitement to be alone with her. Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough.

“So I can’t wait for tomorrow,” she said as soon as Peter was out of earshot.

“Me too,” Oscar said. “I was thrilled to run into you today.”

“Well, I did hear from someone. This was your favorite hangout,” Daphne told Oscar with a wink. “Also, in case you couldn’t tell Peter has a thing for Renee. You should have seen his face when I said where we were going for breakfast. She came to our house about a dozen times last year for tutoring, and I didn’t know the boy knew what cologne was before her first visit.”

“I see him and his mother have a few things in common,” Oscar said with a smirk.

“Such as?”

“You have a thing for older men, and he apparently has a thing older women.”

“Oh, stop,” Daphne said with a small snot. “Renee is not that much older than him.”

“No, but I know a few old ladies that might love to get their hands on him,” Oscar joked.

“Not funny, Oscar,” Daphne said with less humor in her voice.

“Ok, ok. I am sorry,” Oscar said earnestly then quickly change the subject. “Tomorrow, did Göztepe Escort you have any particular place you wanted to eat or go? I haven’t taken a woman out on a date in over a decade, and I want to make sure of my success. Especially with one as lovely as yourself.”

“To be honest, Oscar,” she said frankly. “We could order pizza and stay in your bed for all I care.”

“Ooooh tempting,” Oscar said. “But I would like to show off someone as beautiful as you on my arm. If you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all,” Daphne said, turning slightly red.

“Nothing fancy,” Oscar told her. “You can get away with casual attire but not too casual.”

“I have just the outfit. What time did you plan?”

“Three ish if that is not a problem?” he said as the plans for their date began forming in his head.

“No problem. Peter has been gone a while,” Daphne remarked, looking around.

“He is not gone,” Oscar remarked, nodding his head at the counter. Peter was there chatting with Renee, and she was giggling at something he said.

“Wow,” Daphne said. “I am shocked he worked up the courage to talk to her.”

“Me too,” Oscar said. “Seems like a good kid.”

“He is,” Daphne stated. “Though not usually this much of an extrovert. I usually have to nag him to talk to people.”

“Pretty girls make the world go around,” Oscar said, holding Daphne’s hand.

“I am beginning to see that,” she told him, squeezing his hand.

Both of them let go of each other’s hands as they realized Peter was returning. The boy was grinning like a pig in shit. Oscar assumed his little chat with Renee had gone well. Or at least well enough that he felt good about himself.

When Peter returned to the table, his mother excused herself to the ladies’ room. She left, stating, “If Peter was to drive her around all afternoon looking at cars. It was a good idea to make sure she didn’t piss herself scared of his driving.” Peter looked annoyed at this, but Daphne kissed him on the head and told him she was only teasing.

This left the two guys alone at the table. Oscar took a sip of his coffee, trying to think about what to say or ask Peter. Before he could, Peter broke the silence with a statement.

“So Mom seems pretty fond of you,” he said to Oscar.

Oscar just nodded in agreement.

“You seem pretty fond of her,” he said again.

“I am,” Oscar said, knowing the boy looked like he was about to make a point.

“I approve,” he said, extending his hand again to Oscar. They shook, and Oscar fought the urge to laugh.

Peter leaned in and whispered to Oscar so that no one could hear them.

“You hurt her, and I will break your legs,” he said with a big smile.

“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Oscar said, now belly laughing. “I like you, kid. You got balls.”

“When it comes to protecting Mom, I do,” He told Oscar. “She has dated some pretty big losers since Dad died. I feel like it is my job to protect her.”

“Goodman,” Oscar told him. “I wouldn’t dream of hurting her. She is a wonderful woman.”

Peter nodded.

“So Oscar, that was a pretty nice car you dropped her off in last night. What was that?”

And with that, the two guys bonded. Peter didn’t have a fixation on cars, but everyone seems to admire classic muscle cars. Oscar told him about the car and how long he had it. Daphne seemed pretty surprised when she came back. They were both laughing about some wacky tale Oscar was telling about him letting his nephew Tom taking the car out for a date. Oscar had arranged for an officer, who was a friend of his, to pull him over right after Tom had picked up his date. It was a mean joke, but Tom kept his composure with the officer. Tom and Oscar laughed about it now, but back then, Tom was so pissed.

Shortly after Daphne came back, everyone went their separate ways. Oscar, feeling the need to always be a gentleman, picked up the bill despite Daphne getting upset over the idea. What she didn’t know was that Oscar ate at Mel’s for almost free. All he did was pay for Daphne and Peter’s meals and leave Renee a considerable tip.

On the way out the door, Renee grabbed him and pulled him aside where no one could hear. They were standing in the small foyer at the entrance.

“Hey Oscar,” she said. “Don’t mess this up.”

“What hon?” he asked, confused by what she said.

“You heard me, you dirty old man,” she said with a smirk. “I saw how you and Peter’s mom were looking at each other. Don’t mess it up. She has the hots for you.”

Oscar blushed for the first time in what felt like years as Renee kissed him on the cheek. She then bounced back into the restaurant. Oscar was left deep in thought as he went back to the car. It had been so long since he had been delighted that all these feelings left him feeling like he could walk on air.

The rest of the day, Oscar made his plans for his date with Daphne. He picked up groceries, ran to the pharmacy for his meds (including the new blue pills he got the Dr to call in), and called in a few favors.

For the date, Oscar didn’t get super dressed up. He went with semi-dressed up, wearing a lightweight blue polo and pair of khakis shorts. Summer was ending, but the heat was still pretty high. He also wore sandals, but they were the hiking kind. Oscar loved the air on his feet, but the sneaker-like feel of them.

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I travel a lot for work, and spend a good chunk of the year at hotels. I’ve had quite a few memorable encounters, but this is always one i think back upon.

For background, i was at the time of the story 25 years old, i’m brown haired, with a short beard, 6’0 and 200 pounds. Work out a little bit, so was fairly fit, but no chiseled hunk either.

One night i was at the hotel bar, relaxing after a long shift at work. I was down there alone, sipping my beer and half following a baseball game. Two older women approached the bar and sat down a couple stools away from me and ordered a drink. Both women, even in their older age, were very fit. One was about 5’6” tall, with shoulder length white hair, and a pair of thin framed glasses, wearing a floral pattern dress. Her friend was a petite asian woman about 5′ tall with dark hair, in a blouse and skirt, they both looked like they just left a formal event. Fairly classy looking women. As I listened to their conversation, however, i learned that they were thinking of nothing classy at all.

The bartender asked them while delivering the drinks what even they were there for. Turned out they were both in town a 50th anniversary class reunion, and got together to celebrate the white haired woman’s 69th birthday, which happened to fall on the same week as the event.

I heard the petite one tell a joke to her friend, saying “fitting both are at the same time seeing what you were known for back then, Ethel.”

Ethel replied “hey i don’t get on you for being named chastity.” Both had a nice laugh. Chastity then mentioned that she wishes they could get lucky, but doubted Maltepe Escort they would have much luck. I heard Ethel tell Chastity that she bets she could convince a guy, even a younger one, to have her give one of the famous blowjobs she used to give. They bet a drink on it.

I was looking at the game to make it seem i was focused there, and not on sex talk between older women, which was much more interesting. So it came as a slight surprise when i felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Ethel, who invited me to join them for a drink. Now this had gotten much more interesting. We made introductions, and i bought us a round of drinks. After a little small talk i learned how forward Ethel was.

She straight up asked me if she could give me a blowjob, no strings attached. Chastity’s mouth fell open, apparently shocked by how straightforward her friend was. I wondered if she would go through, so i played along and agreed. I suggested we go up to my room. We all paid up and I started to lead Ethel to the elevators, when Chastity piped up “how do i know you went through with it?” I just jokingly suggested that she could just watch. Ethel surprised me by adding “and maybe learn why my head was so famous” with a smile. Chastity looked shocked, but mumbled a little and followed us.

I offered the women a drink, and poured a glass of woodford for all of us, and after a sip Ethel, pretty confidently, instructed me to undress. Chastity sat in the computer chair across from the bed, holding her drink and looking shocked, like she had no idea how the night had got to that point. I quickly finished my drink before i started Anadolu Yakası Escort to undress. Im a grower, not a shower, but by this point i was horned up to the point of having a semi, and although not massive, i still have a solid 6 inch cock. So I stood, naked in front of two women, as both stared at my rapidly hardening cock. i thought at first standing named in front of two clothed women would make me a little nervous, but it turns out i have a thing for cfnm.

Ethel said in a pretty commanding and confident voice “sit up on the bed honey” then tuned to chastity and said “let me show you how it’s done” before climbing on the bed and grabbing my cock. She started by licking from the balls to the tip, and putting the tip in her mouth, swirling around it with her tounge. It felt amazing, to say the least, and then she started to work up and down my shaft, using her tounge the whole time simultaneously. I was in heaven, and when i opened my eyes, i could see chastity watching, her hand now under her skirt, playing with herself. She was so horny she didn’t even care i was watching.

Then Ethel surprised me by throating my whole cock. I had never been with a girl who could do that before, and it was a whole new sensation. I moaned in pleasure while a true expert performed her craft. I couldn’t take it anymore and announced i was going to cum. Ethel took the first load n her mouth, then got off my cock, but kept jerking it with it aimed at her face, coating one lens of her glasses and her nose, with a little getting in her hair. When she stood up, some dripped onto her breasts, falling into her cleavage. İstanbul Escort At this point chastity moaned as she orgasmed. Ethel hadn’t noticed her friend was masturbating to her, and smiled a big old wicked grin.

She stared at me and asked how she did for an old bird. I managed to catch my breath and answered honestly, that it was the best head i’ve ever gotten. She smiled even more, like it was validation that she still has it. She then walked over to the sink and started cleaning herself with a wet towel, and even unzipped the dress and dropped it to wipe her breasts off, and honestly they looked like they belonged on a woman 20 years younger, she was fit and they were still fairly perky. She finished cleaning up, zipped the dress back up, and said to chastity “time to collect that drink from you girl” chastity speechless as she got up. I followed them to the door, as they left Ethel gave me a quick kiss goodnight, and left. In hindsight i’m glad nobody was in the hallway since i was butt naked with some cum on my legs. I showered, had another drink, and went to bed smiling at all the fun id had that night.

The next Evening, two of my friends flew in to assist the project, so i met them at the bar when i got out of work. We caught up, and one of them started telling us a story of a threesome he had with his girlfriend and a stripper the week before, and we all started telling sex stories, and one of my friends challenged us to come up with a sex experience the others hadn’t. He had the threesome, my other buddy banged his exes mom after they broke up. It was my turn. I told them the story and they couldn’t stop laughing. There was an unintended consequence though, the story spread and now when i’m at work the older ladies seem to come out of the woodwork to check on my projects. Cant complain about the attention too much more, older ladies have some serious experience to bring to the table!

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Paul parked the car and he and Anne walked into the lobby of the apartment block. They took the lift to the sixth floor and Paul used the key to let themselves into the flat Anne had borrowed for the evening from their very close friend Jane.

As the front door closed behind them, Anne gave a quiet laugh and reminded Paul of the last time they had been alone in Jane’s flat and how they had put the kitchen table to such good use!

Although both married to other partners, they had formed a close relationship and found delight in each other’s company and intense satisfaction from a sexual intimacy based upon mutual trust and respect.

For this evening, however, Anne had agreed to be Paul’s ‘sex slave’ and to do anything he demanded of her.

Paul reached for Anne’s hand to lead her into the bedroom, but Anne held up her hand. “First” she said “I’ve a little surprise for you. Just sit on the couch and watch the TV.” Anne walked over to the VCR and put on a video.

Paul gazed in amazement as the video showed him and Anne in the kitchen and their exploits from the last time they had meet in the apartment. “I didn’t know you had a hidden camera. This is going to be fun!” he said as with quiet contentment he sat back to watch the video.

As they watched the video together, Anne unzipped Paul’s trousers and pulled out his erect penis. She started to give him a slow hand-job, careful not to excite him to much. Paul settled back in the couch giving little moans of pleasure as Anne masturbated him.

When the video showed Anne bent face down over the kitchen table with her arms outstretched and Paul taking her roughly from behind, Anne laughed and bent down to take Paul’s penis in her mouth. She ran her tongue around the end of his knob and then slowly sucked, flicking her tongue over the tip.

Once the video had finished Paul gently took Anne by the hand and lead her into the bedroom. There, he slowly undressed her and laid her back on the bed.

Taking two silk scarves, he lifted Anne’s arms above her head and tied her wrists to the bed-head. “Remember, you’re my sex slave for the evening. You must do everything I tell you to.” Paul said with a wicked grin. Anne felt a warmth grow in her belly at Paul’s words!!

Her excitement {and apprehension} grew as Paul produced a blindfold and proceeded to put it on her.

Anne jumped and moaned as Paul poured some baby oil on her breasts and gently started to massage them. He rolled her nipples between his fingers and pulled them mischievously. Suddenly, Anne felt Paul’s mouth close over her right nipple and he sucked at it like a starving baby. Anne felt her sexual arousal deepen as Paul gave the same treatment to the other breast.

While he suckled on her breasts, Paul slid his hand down her belly and between her legs. Anne gave a groan of delight and opened her legs to grant access to Paul’s Maltepe Escort probing fingers.

Paul rubbed his hand up and down the lips of Anne’s vagina, feeling her wetness. Anne gasped as Paul inserted his finger into her cunt and began a slow circular motion. “That’s wonderful Paul, don’t stop.” she begged “Keep finger-fucking me ~ I love what its doing to me!”. Paul grinned to himself and inserted a second finger. Anne laughed with delight and wriggled down to get his fingers deeper inside her. “That’s enough of that ,Slave. I need servicing now” Paul said firmly.

Anne made a sound of displeasure and struggled against her bonds as Paul took his fingers out and knelt beside her head. Still blindfolded, Anne felt Paul’s prick against her lips and she knew what was expected of her! She turned her head towards Paul. “Use me as you will Master” she said resignedly and opened her mouth like a good sex slave should. Paul slid his throbbing knob into Anne’s open mouth. Anne sucked eagerly as she heard Paul groan with pure delight at her expert blow-job.

After a while, Paul pulled out his penis and slid down the bed to take Anne’s legs over his shoulders and began to probe his tongue into Anne’s cunt. Anne moaned with pleasure as she felt Paul’s tongue inside her. Suddenly, Paul’s tongue found and sucked on her clitoris. “Don’t stop! Eat me, Eat me!” Anne demanded as she felt her orgasm wash over her. Paul kept up the tonguing until he knew Anne was satisfied.

“Now for your first surprise of the evening.” Paul said with a laugh as keeping Anne’s legs over his shoulders he began again to drive his tongue into her sopping wet cunt. As Anne gave into the pleasure of Paul’s cunnilingus she was suddenly horrified to feel another person’s mouth close over her right nipple and begin to suck on it! She struggled urgently against her bonds but Paul had tied her up well and as he also kept a tight grip of her legs. Anne knew that she had no option but to give into the stranger sucking on her breasts. She lay back and gave in to the feeling of intense pleasure washing over her.

“Would you like to meet our guest for the evening Anne?” Paul said as he removed Anne’s blindfold. Anne blinked against the flood of light, then to her surprise, and somewhat embarrassment, saw her friend Jane kneeling beside her!

Jane was naked and Anne saw her full large breasts with their dark nipples swinging over her. Further down, Anne could see the dark triangle of Jane’s pubic hair and she wondered what it would be like to have sex with another woman.

“When Paul hinted of your plans for this evening, I asked him if he would mind two sex slaves!!!” Jane said with a grin. “He seemed quite taken with the idea!!” Anne smiled at Paul “I think we are all going to have a great evening. Let the fun begin.”

Paul untied Anne’s hands and kneeling between her legs rubbed İstanbul Escort his penis up and down her vagina. Anne groaned in anticipation and wrapped her legs around Paul’s back. She tensed in surprise as Jane knelt over her face and positioned herself so her womanhood was poised over her mouth. Anne could smell the unfamiliar scent of Jane’s cunt in her nostrils. “Suck me out NOW Anne.” Jane demanded and lowered herself. Anne’s tongue reached into Jane’s wet cunt and for the first time in her life Anne tasted the musky flavour of a woman’s pussy!

Anne placed her hands on Jane’s hips and frantically tongue-lashed her cunt as Jane moaned and rubbed her vagina on Anne’s face. In her enthusiasm for the task in hand {more correctly the task in mouth!} Anne had forgotten about Paul kneeling between her legs. Without warning he pushed forward and his prick slid deep inside Anne’s pussy!

Anne nearly fainted with pleasure as Paul began to fuck her like he’d never done before. She could hear Jane screaming “I’m cumming” as she rocked backwards and forwards and she felt Jane’s juices flow onto her face. At the same time her own orgasm washed over her and the walls of her vagina gripped tightly on Paul’s knob still buried deep inside her. Paul knew Anne was using the muscles of her vagina to ‘milk’ his penis and he could hold back no more as his own orgasm shuddered through him.

After a while they all untangled themselves and lay back on the bed laughing with delight. Following a brief rest, Paul opened a bedside cupboard. “Here’s the second surprise of the evening.” he exclaimed, holding up a strap-on penis. “Which of you ladies would like to try it on for size?” After much giggling, it was Jane who was ‘volunteered’ and she duly strapped it on.

“I think I need a blow-job to get me going again” Paul hinted lying back on the bed with his hands behind his head. Anne sighed in mock resignation and kneeling on all fours between his legs took his limp penis, still tasting of her, in her mouth.

She began to suck gently and could feel his erection swell and stiffen in response. Suddenly, she could feel Jane’s finger inserting itself into her exposed pussy and she pushed back to help it penetrate deeper. Soon a second finger joined the first one and Anne juices flowed in response to the stimulation.

Jane could feel that Anne was more than ready, so kneeling behind her, Jane positioned the strap-on penis at the entrance to her vagina and gently pushed the first inch or so of it in. Anne wriggled her bottom in frustration and, taking this as a signal, Jane pushed forward hard and watched the full length of the penis disappear inside Anne’s pussy.

Anne stopped sucking Paul’s knob and gasped: “That’s fantastic. Fuck me hard Jane. Give it all you’ve got!!” Jane laughed and began to slowly push her hips forward and backwards letting the false Anadolu Yakası Escort penis slide its full length in and out of Anne’s cunt. As the penis did its work, Jane reached under Anne and let her fingers play with Anne’s clitoris.

Anne was going crazy with lust as Jane’s fingers rubbed her clitoris and the false penis moved in and out of her. Orgasm after orgasm swept over her and she collapsed with a groan on top of Paul.

They all lay still for some time taking a well earned respite from the evening’s activities. Paul was the first to stir. “Right Anne, its your turn to try the strap-on.” he ordered. Jane took it off and handed it to Anne: “I don’t know what Paul’s got in mind now.” she said with a grin “but good luck!”

As Anne strapped on the penis, Paul told Jane to lay back on the bed with her legs wide apart. He then ordered Anne to kneel between Jane’s legs. “I want a show now!” he demanded. “Anne; shag the life out of Jane until she begs for mercy!” In response to his command, Anne positioned the penis at the entrance to Jane’s cunt and pushed it deep inside Jane. Jane gave a moan of pure pleasure and wrapped her legs tightly around Anne’s thighs pulling her into her. Anne started to ride Jane enthusiastically in response to Jane’s thrusting.

What Anne had not realised until she strapped on the penis was that there was a small extension inside the crotch that fitted inside her own cunt and rested against her clitoris. Every time she pushed the penis inside Jane her own pussy was assaulted with a tremendous feeling of pleasure!! She knew she could not hold out against this sexual onslaught for very long!

As Paul watched Jane & Anne servicing each other, Paul could not contain his excitement at the sight before his eyes. He started to wank slowly. Then an intense desire overcame him and he knelt beside the two girls. Jane instinctively knew what he wanted and turning her head towards Paul took his throbbing knob in her mouth.

She sucked his knob eagerly and ran her tongue around the tip. Paul groaned with animal pleasure as he came and his limp dick slipped from Jane’s mouth.

Anne had stopped her thrusting whilst Jane had given Paul a blow-job, but now she started again with renewed vigour! Jane clasped Anne to her as she felt her climax coming upon her and she returned Anne’s thrusts enthusiastically. “God I’m cumming. Don’t stop Anne whatever you do.” Jane screamed. “I’m cumming too!” Anne exclaimed and both collapsed as their mutual orgasm swept over them.

Epilogue:

When the evening’s activities were finally over, Paul left first. His head was reeling from the pleasures he had enjoyed and he felt he could die a happy man!!! His balls ached a lot but he considered that a small price to pay!

Anne and Jane sat on the sofa drinking coffee and watching the video Anne had taken of her and Paul in the kitchen on their last visit.

When the video was over, Jane turned to face Anne. “I’m really horny again Anne! Paul’s left the strap-on penis here. Let’s you and I give it a thorough work out?”

Author’s Note: Did Anne agree to Jane’s suggestion? That, as they say, is another story!!!

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You may not know it, looking at me now, but I used to be quite something. Thirty years ago, Jim Callaghan was in No 10, Jimmy Carter was in the White House, and I was in my prime. Late thirties, the kids leaving home, and a body shaped by tennis and swimming. Well, there wasn’t much else to do, I didn’t have to work, not with the salary Derek was earning, so I spent my time keeping the home and toning myself. For what, I don’t know, since Derek’s workload left little left for me other than a Sunday morning Missionary. I had to get good with my fingers, since “marital aids” were so hard to come by, and so crude compared with what’s available now. Frustrating? Oh yes.

I’d managed to persuade Derek to take a holiday. We’d rented a gîte in the Dordogne for three whole weeks. It was in the middle of nowhere, nothing much to do but enjoy the local restaurants (I’ve never eaten so much foie gras in such short time), drink the local wine, and lounge by the pool reading trashy detective novels.

The gîte itself consisted of two separate holiday homes, sharing the pool. We were in the smaller of the two, since it was just me and Derek. The other had been rented by a typical nuclear family — father, mother, older boy, younger girl. Pretty dull, really, the father was into dragging them around the countryside every day when it was clear the others just wanted to lounge by the pool. The boy was interesting though — eighteen, just finished his A-levels, and impossibly shy. Ben, his name was. After a few days, I managed to get him to talk to my face rather than my (admittedly) magnificent boobs, and he got quite chatty. I don’t think he’d had much experience of girls, he’d spent seven years in an all boys school, and was waiting for a University place.

Eventually, we all settled into a routine in our little community. Derek, bereft of his work, and out of contact with the office, would drink most of the morning, and sleep most of the afternoon. Ben managed to get out of the family trips, and stay behind while they spent the day going round churches and vineyards. And I would keep him company by the pool.

It was hot that summer, and the pool was welcome. Ben and I would alternate between dips in the pool and lounging in the sun. We’d talk, and read, and doze when it got too hot. And, of course, I would flirt. Well, what’s a girl to do? After all, Derek was useless to me. Either drunk or asleep, I was reduced to sneaking off at times during the day to take care of things myself, not helped by continually seeing Ben in a pair of almost-but-not-quite-too-tight swimming trunks. He wasn’t bad looking, I was thinking, and not just because he was only shaggable male within a five mile radius. He was also a good conversationalist, once he got going. Just needed the practice, I suppose.

One afternoon, the third, I think, I asked him to help me with the suntan lotion. Inevitable, really. I lay on my front, waiting Ataşehir Escort while he fussed with the bottle, and had to suppress a sigh at the first touch of his hands. Very tentative at first — I could actually feel him trembling — but firmer once he realised that I wasn’t going to break. I started to drift off at the touch of his hands on my back, although it was clear that the straps of my bikini top were hampering his stroke. As I raised myself to reach behind and undo them, I found myself face to face, as it were, with a very interesting bulge in his trunks. Maybe that was when I made my decision.

I’m afraid I made my intentions obvious that evening. Ben’s family had gone out for a meal, Derek and I had stayed behind, and eaten by the pool. Eating had merged into the disposal of a couple of bottles of burgundy, and we were well into the third when the others returned. Only Ben took up the invitation to join us, and soon Derek was snoring, leaving the remaining bottle to just Ben and me.

I went to powder my nose, and having done the necessary returned to my sun lounger, Ben’s eyes following me all the way. I had thrown a cotton wrap-around dress over my bikini, stopping above the knee, and as I sat back I put my feet up, raise my knees and nonchalantly allowed my knees to drift apart.

There was no mistaking the moment Ben realised what I’d “forgotten”. Now, these days, I gather, there’s a thriving industry in pubic barbering, but back then it wouldn’t have occurred to us to do anything but to let that area run free. Being a natural redhead, I was blessed with a lush, fiery bush around my nether regions — so much so that on those rare occasions I could get Derek to go down there he’d always make the same joke about jungles and machetes. Now, I was displaying this jungle to this innocent young lad. And was he taking in the display? Oh yes.

I could feel myself moistening, and my lips swelling and opening, preparing for the animal act of mating. He too was getting into the feral spirit, the shape of his generous equipment becoming deliciously defined in his light cotton trousers. I was looking straight at his crotch, and licking my lips, when I noticed that we’d both gone quiet. I looked up. He looked up. Our eyes met.

That was the point Derek decided to wake up. I snapped my legs shut, and made myself decent, and Ben moved to hide his predicament. The moment was lost. I allowed Derek to drag me to bed — alas, to sleep, although I did wait for the snoring to resume so I could take care of myself again. Looking back as I went into the house, I blew Ben a goodnight kiss, and winked.

The die was cast.

The next day, the trip to the market having left without an oversleeping Ben, I suggested to Derek that he might want to go and spend a day tasting wine at the cave in the next valley. I cried off with a hangover-induced headache, and by about 9:30, Ben was left Acıbadem Escort alone to my tender mercies.

He was lounging by the pool already. I went to change into the same sundress I’d worn the night before, and then went out to join him. I felt as taut as a wire, desperate for what I was about to set into train, and I was in no mood to wait.

“Ben, it looks like it’s going to be hot,” I said, handing him the Ambre Soleil. “Could you do the honours for me again?”

“Er, sure”, he replied.

I stood in front of him, loosened the straps holding my sundress up, and let it slide to the ground. He looked. He swallowed. And went bright red.

“Er, you’re, er … you have no clothes …”

“No, I haven’t,” I told him, softly. “Don’t be afraid. I’ll look after you.”

We stood, a few feet apart. He was looking at my breasts, stiff-nippled and flushed, and my pudenda, streaming damp beneath the foliage. I was looking at his rapidly tightening trunks.

I dropped a towel on the hard slabs, in front of him, and dropped to my knees. He groaned as I slipped my fingers into his waistband and slowly drew his trunks down his thighs. Gradually, the object of my desire came into view, shaft pointing downwards until completely free, when it sprang up, pointing skywards with the vigour of youth, hard as iron, with a gentle tear resting on the tip. Fully exposed too, my first encounter with a circumcised cock — I remembered him mentioning his family were Jewish.

Wrapping my fingers around him, I relished the velvet rigidity, the heat and the slight twitching engendered by my touch. Unusually for me, I had an overwhelming urge to taste him, and washed my tongue to gather up the drop of precum at the end. We both moaned simultaneously as I opened my mouth, engulfing him and tipping him deep into the back of my throat. This was too much for him, and probably with fifteen seconds of my first touch he was spilling himself into me, and I was frantically swallowing.

He slumped back onto the nearest sun lounger, gasping and catching his breath. I sat next to him, putting my arm around him.

“I’m sorry. I should have warned you,” he said, eventually.

“Hey … no problem. I liked it. And don’t worry about being too quick. That’s natural at your age. It’ll slow you down for the next round. Here. Let’s go.”

I stood, took his hand, and dragged him up to the bedroom Derek and I were sharing. Not that he needed much dragging.

I could go into all sorts of details of our antics over the next few days. I taught him the finer points of cunnilingus, and eventually, when he stopped rooting around like one of the local truffle pigs, he got exceptionally good at it. I managed to do down on him and get him to hold on long enough to make it enjoyable for me, for probably the first time in my life.

And, of course, he fucked me.

The first time, I made him lie İstanbul Escort back and let me do all the work, crouched over him, talking him softly through the exquisite removal of his virginity. He lasted almost two minutes before filling me with his hot seed — this was before the days of HIV and pill scares, of course. Having got that out of the way, he was treated to an intensive Fucking for Beginners course, graduating with flying colours. On top, from behind, swinging from the chandeliers, you name it, we did it. Derek was usually out at the bar — I was amazed how easy it became to give him a few francs and not see him until dinner time — so we had hours to ourselves. We could even hear any approaching car, warning of someone’s return and giving up enough time to make ourselves decent.

Mind you, we didn’t bank on Derek having a fit of conscience one afternoon, and decide he’d had too much to drive. The first we knew of his return was the slamming of the front door. I’ve never seen anyone move so fast as Ben as he leapt from the bed and onto the balcony, just in time before Derek burst into the room. Seeing me in bed in the afternoon, he go completely the wrong idea, tore off his clothes and jumped on me. By now, I was used to the enthusiasm of youth, so Derek’s rather feeble effort rather paled into comparison. Still, I was receptive. Well lubricated too. I wonder if Derek noticed.

Ben had to stay on the balcony until Derek had finished, and, flushed with alcohol and endorphins, started his usual snoring. When we were sure he was out for the count, I beckoned Ben through and he tiptoed out of the room and back out to the pool. I joined him a few minutes later, and we behaved ourselves for the rest of the day. Well, apart from the quick blowjob behind the bushes, out of sight of the house, that is.

I was sad to see Ben go home at the end of the week. But I noticed the difference when he shook my hand goodbye, watched by his unsuspecting family. He stood taller, more confident.

I went home, and pined for a while. This was in the days before the Internet and mobile phones, before long distance illicit relationships were as easy as they are now. But then I met Adrian at the tennis club, and soon got over it all. I may have taken Ben’s innocence, but he also broke a duck for me, and Derek never suspected the succession of young lovers I took over the next few years. Mind you, shortly after he keeled over with a heart attack I discovered that he’d been keeping a mistress even before that long hot holiday, so I didn’t feel too guilty. And we had remained good friends right up to the end of our marriage, so our dalliances didn’t seem to have caused much damage.

I heard from Ben just once. He sent me a birthday card about six month after the holiday, and tucked inside was a photo. Taken at some Christmas party from the looks of things, Ben was shown surrounded by seven or eight pretty young girls. Five of them had red circles drawn around their faces, and on the back was an inscription.

“Guess what the circles mean. Thank you for the confidence you gave me. I’ll never forget you. Ben xx”

Well, if you can’t have fun at that age, when can you?

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You’re relived when the car finally comes to a stop. You’ve spent the last three hours in the backseat of cab that’s been driving on some very windy mountain road. You feel nauseous when you step out of the car. When you manage to pull yourself together you take look around. You see a grey sky, green mountains, tall fir trees, perfectly manicured Kentucky blue grass and the gothic looking campus of Arnold Augustus Cabot College.

The cab drives off and you pick up your bags. You swipe ayour student issued key card through a scanner located at the main entrance and the college’s imposing wrought iron main gates slowly open for you. The first thing you see when you step onto the campus grounds is a large grey granite boulder with a bronze map of the campus attached to it. The next thing you do is walk over to the Dean Of Students’ office.

The Dean Of Students’ office is located in the college’s main office building. It is a large brick Queen Anne style building located in the center of the campus. When you open the buildings heavy oak doors you see a long hallway with checkered marble floors, a red English runner rug, Georgian style paneling, red flocked velvet wallpaper on the walls, brass art nouveau wall lamps, oak baroque paneling on the ceiling and speakers hidden behind plastic Boston ferns in brass Italian vases pumping out Romantic era German classical music. While your walking through the building you also notice that all of the staff is female.

The Dean Of Students’ office would look like it had came out of Agatha Christie novel if it wasn’t for the Computer sitting on top of Dean Of Students’ secretary’s desk. The Dean Of Students’ secretary is a five foot three, one hundred and thirty-five pound, twenty two year old bubbly Filipina with long silky black hair, copper skin, a round face, big dark brown almond eyes, chipmunk cheeks, a pug nose, full lips, a small chin, a juicy curvy body, size 36D pear shaped breasts, a round soft belly, a big perky bottom and a pair of thick shapely legs. She is wearing pearl earrings, a short pearl necklace, a white short-sleeved ruffle blouse, a black pencil skirt and pair of shiny black patent leather stiletto pumps. The nameplate on her desk has “Emiliana Marcos” written on it.

“Hi. I missed orientation because of a death in the family and the woman in the student services office I spoke to on the phone said that I was to report directly to the Dean Of Students’ office when I arrived on campus.”

“Give me your key card.”

You hand Emiliana the key card and she swipes it through a scanner connected to her computer. She looks surprised when she sees your information come up on the monitor. Emiliana then hands you back your key card.

“I’m going to need to see some photo id now.”

You hand her your driver’s license. Emiliana looks at it and then hands it back to you. Then she picks up the phone on her desk and tells the Dean Of Students that there is a student who missed orientation who is waiting to see her. When Emiliana gets off the phone she tells you that Dean Of Students will see you now.

The Dean Of Students name is Georgina Rockwell. She is a five foot five, one hundred and fourteen pound, fourty-three year old stern looking WASP from Bloomington, Indiana who has wavy light auburn hair down up in a loose bun, a deep bronze tan, a oval face, a pair of deep set indigo eyes, a straight nose, thin lips, a heart shaped chin, a thin tight body, size 34C orange shaped breasts, a tight flat stomach, a small tight bottom and a pair of long sculpted legs. Georgina is wearing a pair of GI glasses, small black pearl studs in her ears, a black army style skirt suit, a white dress shirt, a red silk tie, beige panty hose, and a pair of black puppy heels.

“I heard you could not attend orientation due to a death in your family.”

“Yes my paternal grandfather died of a heart attack two weeks ago.”

“That is unfortunate. Your grandfather was a very wealthy and generous man who helped raise millions of dollars for this institution. In fact your grandfather’s wishes are the only reason why you are enrolled at Arnold Augustus Cabot College right now. You are the only public high school graduate Ümraniye Escort who has ever attended this institution. I am sure that you know that Arnold Augustus Cabot College is the most exclusive men’s college in the United States and all of the students who are enrolled here right now have graduated from some of the top prep schools in the country. Normally to gain admittance a student needs to be a legacy or have letters of recommendation from three graduates. Now we here at Arnold Augustus Cabot College are not snobs but we do believe that public school students do not have the discipline and education necessary to complete this college’s rigid academic and athletic curriculum. We here at Arnold Augustus Cabot College also believe that public school graduates do not have the self-control that would allow them to comply with this college’s strict rules. Now if you do manage to graduate you will be able to get your master’s degree at the Ivy League school of your choice. Also here at Arnold Augustus Cabot College academic and athletic achievement is not rewarded with good grades alone. If you do good in this school you will be rewarded with extra phone calls home, you will be able to go on off campus trips, you be allowed to access to “special” areas of the campus and you will have sexual privileges with the campus staff.”

“What?”

“While Arnold Augustus Cabot was working on Wall St. he observed that his worst employees were either young and sexually inexperienced or old and sexually frustrated. He also noticed that most of his employees frequented brothels on a regular basis These observations led Arnold Cabot to believe that sex is the driving force behind all of mankind’s achievements. So when he founded this college he hired some prostitutes and set up an on campus brothel. The way the system worked was that good grades would be rewarded with sex. This system lasted for fifteen years until Arnold Cabot discovered that male members of the campus staff were having more sex with the prostitutes then the students. So he fired the prostitutes and all of the male staff and came up with a new system. The first thing he did was to acquire an all female staff. Then he came up with a sexual merit system. The system works like this F and -D average students do not get any sexual privileges. D average students will be able to have privileges with the staff in the dormitory building they are staying at. C average students are able to have sexual privileges with all dormitory, custodial, maintenance and kitchen staff. B average students will get sexual privileges with all dormitory, custodial, maintenance, kitchen, security and teaching staff. A average students will be able to have sexual privileges with all dormitory, custodial, maintenance, kitchen, security, teaching, athletic, and administrative staff and if you manage to make it to on honor roll lets just say that your in for a surprise. Now all sexual encounters must be made by appointment at the Pleasure Department inside the Venus building. However some members of the staff do give out sexual favors in return for winning academic or athletic competitions or for completing certain tasks that they might assign you. Now do you have any other questions that you want to ask me?”

“No.”

“Good. Pick up your and go over to the Eustace Priest Dormitory Building. Your dorm mother will show you to your room.”

You say goodbye and walk over to the Eustace Priest Dormitory. It’s a four story first wave Chicago school style brick building located on the far north east side of campus with the other dorm buildings.

The first thing you see when you open the building’s front door is your dorm mother. She is a five foot one, one hundred ninety-six pound, fifty-year old Utahan who has long straight sunflower blonde hair, ruddy skin, an oblong face, a pair of dark blue eyes, crows feet, a bulbous nose, sagging cheeks, a double chin and a big fat sagging body. She is wearing variscite earrings, a silver puffed heart necklace, a white v-neck stretch cotton cardigan a long denim jumper dress, white ankle socks and a pair of black rubber work clogs.

“Hello there. I’m Mrs. Jeffs and I’ll be your dorm İstanbul Escort mother. Now if you follow me I can show you up to your room. “

You follow Mrs. Jeffs up to the second floor. Your room number is 213. When you open the door you see a big single occupant dorm room that has a private bathroom, a small closet oak floors, a big red Edwardian rug, a steam radiator, dark green damask wallpaper, a queen size bed with a brass art-nouveau headboard, a oak Chippendale dresser with an internet radio sitting on top of it, a green leather swivel chair, and a oak pedestal desk with a brand new flat screen computer sitting on top of it.

“It’s five thirty serving dinner in the mess hall right now so why don’t go down to the mess hall and get something to eat. I’m sure your hungry after the long ride you had up here. When you get back from dinner I’m going to have questionnaire for you that I’m going to need you to answer for me. So when dinner is over I’ll be waiting here for you okay.”

You nod your head and head over to the mess hall. The mess hall is a long grey stone collegiate gothic style located in the north part of the campus. When you get in their serving turkey breast gravy and roasted vegetables. When you sit down you look around you. Your fellow classmates are an assortment of preppy scumbags, overachieving assholes, narcissistic nerds, snobby pricks and spoiled meatheads. Their the type of people you hated I high school. Looking at this collection of dicks you can understand why your father rebelled against your grandfather by going to a state college, getting a job in the public sector and sending his son to public schools. Its going to be you against the world this time but at least it will be better then the jockocracy you lived under back in high school. This time it looks like your going to be getting laid.

When dinner is over you head back to your dorm room and open the door you see Mrs. Jeffs is sitting on your swivel chair. You notice that she has a clipboard and a pen her hand.

“Sit down on the bed. I have a few questions I have to ask you now.”

“Did you read the student rule book yet?”

“No. I couldn’t make it to orientation due to a death in my family so I didn’t get one.”

“I’ll get you a copy of the rule book tomorrow morning. It’s very important that you learn the rules around here. The rules here are very strict and it’s very easy to get expelled. The important rules to remember is that you can’t have any drugs, alcohol, tobacco, internet, video games, girlfriends, unauthorized sexual encounters, and unauthorized phone calls. Also you can’t gamble, cheat plagiarize or leave campus without permission but the most important rule to know is that you do not talk about what happens on campus with anyone who has never attended Arnold Augustus Cabot College. If you do break that rule there will be some very serious consequences. Now do you understand the rules?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Mrs. Jeffs checks off a box on the questionnaire and asks you another question.

“Do you belong to any churches or any religious groups?”

“No.”

“Do you belong to any clubs, organizations, or orders?”

“No.”

“I hear you went to public schools.”

“Yes I did.”

“I’ve worked here for fifteen years and you’re the only public school student that I’ve ever heard of being enrolled here. I used to teach kindergarten at a public school in a small town in Utah and I also taught Sunday school at the local LDS temple until some recruiters from Arnold Augustus Cabot College showed up at my front door and gave me a job offer that I couldn’t refuse.”

“Oh.”

“Yes. Now a lot of boys find the next question to be embarrassing so prepare your self.”

“Okay.”

“Are you a virgin?”

You hesitate for a little bit but eventually you say yes.

Mrs. Jeffs puts the clipboard down on your desk and says, “Well then lets just take care of that now.”

Mrs. Jeffs stands up, takes off her cardigan, pulls off her denim jumper dress and kicks off her rubber clogs.

“We here at Arnold Augustus College believe that young man cannot reach full emotional and intellectual Anadolu Yakası Escort maturity until he has lost his virginity. It is also preferable that a student should lose his virginity before classes begin. Now I know your probably feeling tense right now so I want you to take a deep breath and relax okay.”

You never thought you’d end up loosing your virginity to a five foot one, one hundred ninety-six pound, fifty year old Mormon kindergarten teacher with ruddy skin, long straight sunflower blonde hair, a kind motherly face, flabby arms, size 42DD flat empty breasts, pink nipples, a large sagging stomach, a plump vagina, grey pubic hair, a large sagging behind, cottage cheese thighs, thick chunky legs and small feet but then again the world is full of surprises.

“Now I’m gonna turn on some soothing music to help you relax and then I’m going to help you take your clothes off okay.”

Mrs. Jeffs waddles over to your radio and turns on a Native American music station. Peaceful, soothing, gentle sounding Navajo flute music comes out of the radio’s speakers. Mrs. Jeffs then walks back to you and kneels down in front of you. She starts untying your shoes. When she’s done untying your shoes she slowly takes them off your feet, pulls of your socks, unbuckles your belt, untucks your dress shirt, unbuttons your cuffs, unties your necktie, unbuttons your shirt, pulls your shirt off your arms, unbuttons your pants, unzips your fly and pulls your pants off. Then she grabs the waistband of your boxer shorts and looks up at you.

“Now don’t be shy. I’ve seen hundreds of penises in my lifetime.” Mrs. Jeffs slowly pulls off your boxers. When you look down you see that you’re half hard. “There, there you have nothing to be ashamed of. It’s not small. It’s the average size for boy your age.” Then she holds the head of your penis in her hand and starts rubbing your frenular delta. When your fully erect Mrs. Jeffs stops messaging your penis and stands up.

Mrs. Jeffs walks over to the head of your bed. You stand up and watch her. She lies down on your bed and spreads her legs. You get a good look at Mrs. Jeffs’ hairy wrinkled pussy and gaping anus. You’re starting to feel a little apprehensive. Mrs. Jeffs sees the apprehension on your face and gives you a big warm non-threatening kindergarten teacher smile and says in her gentle kindergarten teacher voice “Don’t be shy now. Come down here and hold me.” You kneel down onto the bed and lie down on top of her big, warm, soft, fat, flabby body. She smells like lilac body spray and you can hear her breathing gently. You lie motionless on top of Mrs. Jeffs until she says; “Okay its time to stick your penis inside of me now. Come on now. Don’t be scared. Trust me, your going to enjoy this.” You do what she says and you insert your hard prick into Mrs. Jeffs’ hairy wet vagina. You’re in classic missionary position now. Your inexperienced so your thrusts are hard and fast. Mrs. Jeffs starts moaning. She also starts to sweat profusely. Your thrusts gradually become faster and harder. Mrs. Jeffs is starts to grown. You start to feel the pressure building up in the tip of your penis. You stop thrusting and your penis shoots your semen deep inside of Mrs. Jeffs’ uterus. When your done cumming you pull out and collapse on top of Mrs. Jeffs’. Mrs. Jeffs is breathing heavily now but you can’t tell if you made her to orgasm. So you ask her,

“How did I do?”

“Oh don’t worry about that dear. It’s your first time. You’ll get better at it eventually.”

You roll off of her and onto your back. Mrs. Jeffs gets off the bed and slowly starts putting her cloths back on. Her hair is disheveled and she’s still sweating a lot. When Mrs. Jeffs is done getting dressed she says,

“I’m going now honey. I’ll make sure you get a copy of the rulebook tomorrow and if you ever want to talk to me about something just knock on my door okay.

“Okay.”

“Good night now.”

“Good night.”

When Mrs. Jeffs leaves the room and closes the door behind you get up and turn on a bebop station on the radio. Then you take a long hot shower. You didn’t expect that your first time would be anything like this but it wasn’t bad. You had a good time. Then you start to think about Tuesday and you start to feel anxious. Classes begin on Tuesday and you have five hard classes that day. And your classmates are a bunch of assholes. It’s still better then High School though. At least your getting laid this time around.

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My first experience with an older woman happened nearly forty years ago I was a young building surveyor working for a local council in northern England, primarily looking after school buildings. That involved me visiting many of the schools to check on work needed and ensure it was done correctly by the contractors. When the job was a big one, I would spend several weeks visiting and often struck up some good albeit temporary friendships with head teachers or whoever was responsible for the building.

On one occasion I was working with a very attractive head teacher, who I will call Carole, who would probably have been in her forties at the time. To me that was quite old, I was maybe mid-twenties and married at the time. She had short dark hair, wore glasses, small breasts, wide hips, quite a trim body but wore clothes that were probably in keeping for a headmistress and certainly not overtly sexy.

She had a full round arse that was very appealing and had often had me staring as I followed her round. Although I suppose most people would only describe her as average looking, that is what I like, certainly not the perfect Barbie type. As a complete package I found her very attractive and despite the age difference we got on very well; she had a nice personality, a good sense of humour and was very confident.

It would often end up with me staying after school had finished and we would have a cuppa and a chat until it was time to leave. We were often the last ones in the building. I fancied her and had a bit of fantasy thing going on in my head, but that was as far as it went. She was completely unobtainable.

Just being friendly was enough for me and I enjoyed the association. I could lust after her from afar as it were. That is until after maybe three weeks. She started to get more friendly and the conversations got more personal. I didn’t realise it at the time but she was checking me out. Turns out I was her fantasy, a young guy up for some fun.

One this occasion I had finished all my work and it was nearly time to leave. We were chatting and laughing and she was very touchy feely, more than usual. She made the point of taking me round the building on her rounds locking up, and when we got to the building’s intruder alarm she set it and pointedly told me that no one could enter now without us knowing.

I was quite a quiet reserved person until I got to know someone and, in any case, would never dare to make a move on someone like this. Maltepe Escort She however, was the opposite, was very confident and she thankfully took charge of the situation. We ended up in her office and I had a feeling something was going to happen. I was nervous in a way but happy to go along with it, never imagining at the time that anything actually would happen.

When we got in her office, she shut the door and came up close and asked me if I fancied her. I blushed but said I did, which was very true. She then told me to kiss her. I was in shock but after a fleeting second went for it. When I didn’t move, she grabbed me, pulled me in and kissed me. It took about 3 seconds to turn from surprise to full on passion. It was clear there was a lot of pent up passion going on and she practically devoured me.

My hands were all over her by now, she was quite small up top and I had to get my hands inside her jacket to feel anything. However, her nipples were very hard and I could certainly feel those. She broke off long enough to say that I must never tell anyone about this or she could lose her job. I had no problem telling her I wouldn’t as would have lost mine too. This was our secret. She made me sit in a chair and knelt in front of me, unzipped my trousers and proceeded to give me my first ever blow job.

To say it was incredible was an understatement. She took her time and used her tongue up and down the length before bobbing her mouth on the end. She kept doing that over and over, trying to take as much of it in as she could. She was a master at it and when she was using her hand to wank my cock while sucking on the head I couldn’t last any longer.

I warned her that I was going to come but she carried on, emptied my balls in her mouth and swallowed the lot without lifting off. I didn’t even know ladies did that. She kept me in her mouth sucking gently and I don’t think I actually lost my erection.

She then said it was her turn and told me to drop my pants and sit back down. She lifted her skirt, pulled down her knickers and dropped them on the floor then proceeded to sit on me. I don’t think she was wearing tights; I just remember her bare thighs straddling mine and the sight of a very full bush of dark hair.

She reached down to part her pussy lips and lowered herself very slowly on my cock, letting out a low moan until she was fully impaled. She wriggled about a bit enjoying the sensation until she got a rhythm going Anadolu Yakası Escort up and down, slowly at first, lifting off, pausing for a fraction of a second then lowering herself fully again.

She did this while getting faster and faster until she was going at it like there was no tomorrow. She was noisy in a muted way to begin with, keeping her mouth closed. I had never had sex like this before. I had her blouse undone and her bra lifted and playing with her nipples while she bounced up and down. I had handfuls of her arse cheeks, lifting her up and back down again although she didn’t need any encouragement.

She had me pinned down and did just about all the work. She came after about five minutes and threw her head back and made these guttural noises to the pulsing of her orgasm then just sat there impaled while she got her breath back.

I was glad she had taken my pants down because she was soaking and my pants would had been if they had been in the way. She said she needed that and asked if I was ready to come again. I didn’t want to stop this so said yes and she proceeded to kiss me and move up and down on my cock more slowly than before then rocking her hips back and forth then grinding her crotch on mine, all the while impaled.

After a few minutes of this, which I was enjoying immensely and she clearly was by the noises she was making, she asked if I wanted to fuck her from behind. Now I must admit that my favourite position is doggy and this lady had such a perfect arse. She climbed off my very hard cock; it was glistening with her wetness. She moved over to her desk and bent over it, lifting her skirt to her waist.

Her pussy lips were very wet and open, surrounded by her dark bush. She put her hands out wide, gripping the desk as best she could and spread her legs so her pussy opened for me even more. I walked up to her, held her wide hips and positioned my cock at her opening and slid straight in with one thrust of my hips. I remember the gasp she made. I was loving this.

I couldn’t believe I was making a much older woman feel and behave in this way. Her moans and cries were because of what I was doing to her. She told me to fuck her hard. I got hold of her hips in a strong grip and proceeded to ram my cock into her wetness at full speed. Her arse was wobbling in waves with my thrusts, I can distinctly remember the sounds of slapping into her arse cheeks with my thighs and balls and wondered İstanbul Escort if we were making too much noise.

She kept telling me to fuck her hard and not to stop and to come inside her. I didn’t really need any encouragement to do that and pummelled her for all I was worth. She was making quite a bit of noise but I kept going. It wasn’t going to last long I knew but kept on going. What tipped me over the edge was when she gripped my cock with her pussy, which was quite tight anyway. I don’t know whether she did that on purpose or when she was coming.

Anyway, we came more or less at the same time. After, I kept the movement going, pushing all the way in then out, going more slowly as we both squeezed as much sensation out of our fucking as we could until I started to go soft and eventually pulled out.

She laid across her desk for a couple of minutes then turned around and we kissed for a bit. My hands were under her skirt holding her soft arse cheeks and my trousers were round my ankles. She broke off when she laughed and said my cum was running down her leg and needed to clean up.

She had a small washroom just off her office and we both went in there and cleaned up. We eventually got dressed and left the building, both of us probably a bit red faced.

That happened two more times, after school finished, until my job came to an end. Both times it was more her fucking me than the other way around. She told me what she wanted and I went along with it. She said she had always had a fantasy about having a much younger guy and also about doing it in her office. I fulfilled her fantasy and she fulfilled mine.

After that I never saw her again; she wouldn’t let me. She said it was great but she had a husband and two kids and needed to focus on her relationship at home. And that was that. I was gutted but I knew I wouldn’t have changed her mind so gave up on it. We left on good terms though. I wonder even now where she is and what she is doing. She will be retired and probably around her eighties.

I really enjoyed that experience. Ever since then, I have had a big thing for older women. And as I get older my interest for them has moved with it and now, I can fancy women into their eighties. I have found that age is not an issue with sex, it’s about the person and their approach to it. Turn the lights out and age disappears.

Three things from that experience are etched into my memory. One is the sight of her knickers laying the floor as she was bouncing up and down the length of my cock. Another is the sight of her full bush as she lowered herself onto me for the first time with my cock disappearing into her and the last was the look on her face as she looked up at me when she took my load when giving me a blow job.

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I was shopping for an antique cabinet on Saturday; I’d already been to three different Antique stores but found nothing. Fortunately, I had put a bit of thought into the process and had driven to the furthest store first and progressively made my way back home visiting the other stores. So far I’d found nothing that was vaguely suitable. As I wandered into the final antique shop, I saw a cabinet that was perfect for what I wanted. So much for all that planning I thought, if only I’d come here in the first place I could have saved half a day.

I pulled out my tap-measure and noted down all the dimensions, length, width and height. It was going to be a tight fit, but with a bit of luck it should fit perfectly. I looked at the price $2,000, not a bargain, but if it fitted it would be perfect. Before I decided to haggle I thought I’d to go home a check the measurements against the space in the bedroom I had planned for it.

Having checked the measurements I got back to the antique shop and did a final measure – sure enough it would fit, as I was going through my final deliberations a female voice came from behind me.

“Hello, can I help you?

“Yes” I responded as I turned around to face the sales assistant, “I’m very interested in this cabinet, but it’s probably a little outside my price range.”

“It’s in fantastic condition for its age, I don’t think you’ll find a better example. When were you thinking of buying?” she asked.

“Right now, if we can come to some agreement on the price.” I countered.

We both stepped back from the cabinet and began the ancient art of haggling. I studied my opponent; she was obviously not some dizzy sales assistant, more likely the owner of the antique store. She was in her late fifties or early sixties, with fine features and a long elegant neck. Her hair was straight, brunette in colour and it hung a couple of inches past her shoulders, she wore a short string of pearls around her neck and matching pearl earrings. It all accentuated the elegance of her features. She wore a loose fitting V-neck red top and matching red skirt that was pulled tight across her womanly hips and thighs.

“When would you be able to deliver it?” I asked.

“How far are you from the shop?” she responded.

“Probably ten minutes, is it possible to have it delivered today?”

“Well the shop closes in an hour, I can call my delivery man to see if he can fit it in at this late hour – let me give him a call.”

As she walked away I took the opportunity to study my bartering adversary more, her skirt came to just below the knee, she was slim waisted, but it was difficult to tell more as her loose fitting top gave nothing away as to what lay beneath. Her hips moved deliciously as she headed towards the counter, I focused more intently on her solid thighs and started thinking thoughts that had nothing to do with the price of the cabinet or her age, which was at least twenty years more than mine. As I looked back up to her flowing hair I realised that with all the antique mirrors on display, she had actually been watching me watching her. I blushed.

I turned my attention back to the cabinet, looking for any obvious imperfections that would give me a negotiating edge. I then looked up again to the sales women who was in an animated conversation on the phone, again she caught me looking and smiled at me as she continued her conversation with the delivery driver, her left hand flicking her hair off her shoulders. Finishing the conversation, she walked back towards me. I looked at her as she walked towards me with an enticing smile on her face. Even though the V-neck top was loose fitting I couldn’t help but notice a telltale movement of her chest as she took each step.

“We have five minutes to come to an agreement if you want it delivered today.” She said abruptly.

“Well, if we can deliver it today, I’m prepared to pay $1,500 cash.” I offered.

She looked at me, her left arm crossing her waist and her right hand reaching for her pearl necklace that lay at the very base of her neck, as she considered my offer.

After a few moments consideration she responded. “$1,750 is the best I can do, plus $50 for delivery.”

Immediately, I shot back “$1,750 including delivery.”

“You have a deal young man.” Her right hand reached out to seal the deal with a handshake.

I took her hand to complete the agreement and felt an instant connection. Her hand was slim, cool and soft to the touch. I probably held her hand a moment too long as she pulled away from me saying she had to call the delivery driver.

I followed behind her to the sales counter and waited for her to make the call to the driver. He was obviously pissed about having to make a delivery this late in the day, but she just smiled at me through his obvious ranting.

“You are not far from here at all are you?” She said after she gave the driver the address. “Is there anything else I can interest you in?”

I’m sure I blushed, as I responded, “No, you’ve Ataşehir Escort been very accommodating, thank you.”

“I’m sure your wife is going to love it.” She offered.

“No, it’s just me.”

“Oh really.” She said as she flashed a warm smile.

I looked back towards the antique cabinet, saying, “I much prefer things aged, they have so much more character than the new.” I then looked her straight in the eye. “I had better get home and prepare the space, thank you so much for your help and I hope to see you again soon.” I said as I left the antique shop.

Driving home my cock started to tingle thinking about the sales woman, her hair, her soft skin, that tiny waist, those solid thighs, her elegant fine features and the hint of something very interesting under her top.

The delivery driver arrived with his off-sider about 45 minutes later. I directed them to where the cabinet was to go. The guys made light work of the heavy antique and as I was guiding them through the house, trying to ensure that neither the walls nor the cabinet got damaged I heard a female voice call out.

“Hello, It’s Patricia from the Antique store, how are you guys going?”

Somewhat surprised I went to meet her as she was walking in the open front door. “Patricia, lovely to see you again, the guys are just placing it now, come in.”

As we walked through the house Patricia commented how lovely the house was. She then strode into the bedroom and spoke to the delivery driver, suggesting he move the cabinet a couple of inches this way and then a couple of inches that way. She looked to me for approval.

“Thank you, that looks perfect.” I said. I could tell the driver had just about had it with her micro directions. I offered them a cool drink, but the driver, the older of the two, politely declined saying he needed to get the truck back.

I then turned to Patricia and before I could say anything she said “I forgot to give you the certificate of authenticity, I’ll go and get it out of the car.”

She followed the two delivery men outside and said her farewells; she then came back to the house knocking at the open front door.

“Come in.” I shouted from the bedroom. I heard the front door close as I stood admiring my purchase. As Patricia entered the bedroom I smiled saying how good it looked.

“It really does suit the house, I’m so glad this piece has gone to a nice home – here’s your certificate of authenticity.” She said as she handed me the certificate.

“Thanks, would you care for a drink? I feel a little post purchase celebration is in order.” I offered.

“That would be lovely, thank you.” She said as we walked towards the kitchen. “Champagne?” I offered. “Absolutely.” She smiled.

Taking our drinks I gave her a quick tour of the house, as we chatted I took the opportunity to study her shape; she had an incredibly slim waist and wide hips with solid thighs and backside. Her shoulders were not particularly broad, I guess in proportion to her fine features. Her face and hands showed her age, but she was not unattractive by any means. In fact I was really enjoying having her in my home and I wasn’t making any moves for her to leave soon.

We moved back into the lounge room and I refilled our glasses. While Patricia sat on the lounge I noticed her legs were very shapely and there was definitely something happening beneath her top. As she sat with a slight twist at her waist the fabric of her top pulled tighter across her chest, highlighting a solid curve that peaked at the hint of a nipple pushing against the confines of a bra and the red top. Blame it on the champagne, but I’d obviously been studying her far to intently. Patricia brought me out of my gaze.

“So, you live here alone?” she asked.

“Yes.” I smiled.

“You really have a good eye for antiques, your house is lovely, and it’s a surprise that a young man like you has such tastes.”

“Why do you say that?” I asked as we both continued to sip the champagne.

“Well you’re much younger than my usual buyer and your house has much more character than most I’ve been into – I usually try to sneak a peak at the houses to whom I’ve sold large pieces such as yours. You really do have lovely taste.” She said as she started playing with a lock of her hair.

“Thank you.” I said. “Coming from someone who has as much knowledge as you that’s a real compliment. I guess I’ve always been drawn to the sophistication and style of older things. I mean I love my iphone and LCD TV, but they just don’t have the warmth of something that has aged, something that can tell it’s own story, if you know what I mean?”

Patricia smiled at me as she continued to play with her hair. I noticed her second glass of champagne was almost finished.

“Another glass?” I offered.

As I rose to get the bottle from the kitchen, Patricia called out. “Do you mind if I have one final look at the cabinet? “No, no, go right ahead” I called back, “I’ll bring your glass to you.”

I Kadıköy Escort walked into the bedroom and looked at Patricia, she was running her hands along the wood grain of the cabinet. She turned as I walked in.

“I’m sure this could tell a few stories, imagine all the things it has seen over the years.” She said as she continued to caress the carcass of the cabinet.

I smiled back at her; the atmosphere in the room was getting hotter by the second. “Well, in that case I hope I will add a story or two while I remain its current owner.” I said handing her the champagne.

“Cheers.” I offered as we clinked our glasses. “Thank you for being such a pleasure to deal with.” Patricia turned to face the cabinet, as she did I took in her shapely backside. “It really does look good in this room.” She said. I replied without taking my eyes off her “It’s fabulous.”

She turned to me and asked a simple question “The cabinet?”

“No.” was all I said as I moved towards Patricia. I ran my free hand around her tiny waist and pulled her closer to me. We remained only inches apart, my eyes never leaving hers and I waited. It felt like an eternity, I wondered had I totally misread the situation and then her lips reached for mine and we became locked in a deep French kiss, our tongues eagerly searching each others mouth. I started to feel her solid backside, squeezing the flesh and pushing my hard cock against her hips. With a light bite of my bottom lip Patricia pulled away.

“Ooh, I think we’ve both had too much champagne.”

I took her hand, feeling its aged elegance and led her back to the lounge room. “Well we can’t let the last of the champagne go to waste, now can we?” I said as I offered to top up her glass.

“Anymore and anything could happen.” She said, as I started to refill her glass. As I put the empty bottle down I offered a toast to unexpected pleasures. Patricia looked over the top of the glass as she went to take another sip and countered the toast saying almost in a whisper “may they continue.”

Patricia sat back on the edge of the lounge, her legs tucked under and again her torso slightly twisted at the waist. At this level her head was at the same height of my hard cock, which was clearly obvious through my jeans. I put my glass on the coffee table and then held Patricia’s head in my hands. Leaning forward I kissed the very top of her head, feeling the silky softness of her hair against my lips and running my hands through her hair and then down her long elegant neck. I ran my fingers under her chin; I could feel both the softness and the age of her skin. I’d never been with someone this old before and the unique feeling excited me more. I tilted her head to face me and again we began kissing intensely. Her lips lacked the fullness of a thirty year old yet she kissed with as much passion. The age lines that radiating from her eyes and across her face told of experience.

I dropped my hand to cup her breast through her soft top; I was amazed at the sponginess of her breast flesh. As I squeezed harder she moaned and pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth. Her hand began massaging my cock through my jeans, neither one of us wanting to break the kiss. I pushed, pulled and tweaked her breasts amazed at how compliant the flesh beneath my fingers was, as I did so Patricia moaned and pushed her tongue deeper into my mouth and began squeezing my cock. I pushed my hips against her hand as I broke the kiss.

“Oh my god, Patricia, you are amazing.”

She just looked at me and smiled as she reached for my belt and undid my jeans, she pulled my boxer shorts down and my cock pulsed as she wrapped her soft cool hand around the shaft.

“It’s been too long since I had a cock this nice.” She said as her lips wrapped around the head, and her tongue swirled along the underside. I ran my hands back through her hair and pulled her face closer, without hesitating Patricia totally engulfed my cock with her mouth and swallowed to the very base. I had never had any woman deep throat me before and the feeling was sensational. As she pulled her mouth away from my cock to take a breath, her right hand began to wank my cock into her mouth. She then began a coordinated movement between her mouth and her hand. The rhythmic motion of her mouth and hand had me close to orgasm in minutes.

As my orgasm built I ran one hand across her cheeks and the other through her hair. “I’m going to cum.” I told her as my cock spewed into her wet mouth. Instead of pulling away, Patricia pushed her mouth further along my cock and began milking my cock with her hand. Totally drained, I dropped next to her on the lounge. She leaned towards me and kissed me deeply, the after taste of my own cum still fresh in her mouth.

As we kissed my hands went instinctively to her spongy breasts, I started pulling her top up but immediately Patricia tried to stop me by saying “you don’t want to see this old body.” I quickly responded, “oh yes I do, I want to see every inch of you, I Bostancı Escort want to feel every inch of you.” I held Patricia’s hand and placed it on my still hard cock. “Feel how much I want you.”

I stood, with my pants at my feet and led Patricia to the bedroom; I took my shirt off and stood in front of her totally naked. “Now your turn.” I said lustfully.

Almost reluctantly Patricia slipped her skirt off, at last I could take in her white, thick, firm thighs that were highlighted by black lace underwear. I peeled her panties off revealing a neatly trimmed pussy that was the same colour as her hair. Her waist was so slim compared to her solid thighs and backside; the stark contrast just accentuated her womanly form.

Slowly, Patricia pulled the v-neck top over her head. I looked in amazement, the black matching lace bra sat low on her torso, the underwire supporting the bulk of her breasts. I couldn’t wait any longer so I pulled the bra over the top of her breasts; her long pendulous breasts fell heavily against her torso. I had never seen anything like it before, her breasts hung down at least five inches, they looked like they had been extruded from high on her chest. But the most striking feature was her nipples and areola. It was as if she had dropped her pendulous breast an inch into dipping chocolate. Her nipple and areola on each breasts had to be the size of a CD.

I sat mesmerised by the sight. Patricia started to pull her bra back over her long breasts saying, “I’m sorry, I’m not what you are used to.” I reached out, stopping her; I cupped the long spongy breast and felt the considerable weight in my hand. My lips locked on to the huge areola and between kissing and licking her pendulous breast I said, “I’ve never seen anything so amazing.”

I fell back onto the bed pulling Patricia on top of me, my mouth still suckling on the dark ends of her breasts. I was so taken by her breasts I’d almost forgotten about her pussy, until I felt her hips moving back and forth locating my cock at the entrance to her cunt. With one movement Patricia pushed down on my cock and I felt her pussy suck my cock deep within her.

Reaching behind I held her large arse as she bounced up and down on my cock, her fleshy backside felt delicious to touch, I squeezed and groped the soft flesh. My eyes were locked on the amazing sight of her long pendulous breasts, with their huge chocolate coloured areola swinging every which way. With her head thrust back she grabbed both tits and twisted them in her hands, she then dropped her head and sucked the enormous ends dark ends as she continued to bounce up and down on my cock.

I pulled out and turned Patricia over and stood at the end of the bed, I almost pleaded with her to let me fuck her from behind. With that she pulled both pillows from the head of the bed and placed them under her waist – lifting her glorious arse into the air. She then lent forward and took her weight on her elbows and forearms. The sight before me was spectacular. The two large globes of her arse sitting on top of pillar like thighs and a very pink and very wet pussy looking back at me. I gently slapped her arse and watched the ripples radiate across her arse and down her thighs.

I pushed my cock into her pussy and within seconds our rhythm was locked in sync. With each push of my cock Patricia rocked her arse back against my forward thrust, the wobble of her large arse cheeks adding to the excitement. I leant forward and held her tiny waist, which defied the size of her arse, and pushed deeper into her soaking pussy. In response, Patricia began swivelling her hips countering my deep thrusts; I lent forward and held her long hanging breast in my hand.

The whole time Patricia kept uttering “Push it deep in me. Oh, yes fuck me. I need this so bad; I want you to fuck me. Yes, yes. Keep going lover, fuck me.”

Hearing the oldest lover I had ever had talking so erotically as I fucked her was pushing me to the edge. I grabbed her tiny waist with both hands and increased the power and speed of my fucking.

I surprised myself with my own words. “Yeah, you wanted a good hard fuck all day, can you feel how hard I’m fucking you? You wanted me to fuck you the moment you saw me didn’t you?”

“Yes baby fuck me hard, yes I wanted it, harder baby harder.” She shouted.

I was getting close to blowing my cum in her, so I pulled out.

“No, keep fucking me.” She pleaded.

“Turn over I want to see those big tits of yours and I want to suck those enormous nipples.”

“Oh, yeah, fuck me deep and squeeze my big tits.” She said as she rolled onto her back.

Patricia pulled her legs wide apart as I pushed my cock into her pussy again. She the lifted her ankles onto my shoulders saying, “Now fuck me nice and deep.” I lifted my weight onto my arms and started pounding my cock into her pussy like a pile driver. Patricia then grabbed both of her spongy breasts and held them together, the huge dark nipples swelling as she began to orgasm. Her voice almost trembling “Oh, fuck yes don’t stop I’m cumming.” As she continued to massage and maul her own breasts my cock started shooting cum deep into her pussy. I lent forward and locked my mouth onto one of her huge areolas as my orgasm continued and finally subsided.

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Her name was Dani. I hadn’t noticed her too much before because in my lofty office high above my company, I rarely interacted with staff other than my leadership team. Dani was the personal assistant to my Vice President Jayne Osgood and was coming along on a business trip with us to help take care of details. And as we entered the corporate jet, I suddenly noticed Dani – in a very big way.

This was the trip of my professional career, we were about to purchase one of our largest rivals and many of the leaders of the two companies were attending a trade conference in Florida where we would go deep into hammering out the details of the deal. The deal would make me the

man in a Fortune 500 company, the

man being Christopher Fielding, the company founder, who now rarely came by the office other than to show me pictures from his latest world travels. I was about to break into a new level of big time and become a very rich man.

That should have made me one of the happiest guys in the world, but like many men in my position, the success in the professional world had its impact on my home life. My wife was my high school sweetheart and was what every man would love – a great homemaker, cook, hostess for the best parties and had recently gotten deep into yoga and was hot as hell. But we had not been able to have children and we seemed to be growing apart. Heck, she doesn’t even bother to drive me to the airport for business trips anymore. And sex? Well, let’s just say it had been quite a while since our last, monotonous, get-it-out-of-the-way interaction.

That’s why it’s not surprising that, as Dani sat in the chair straight across from me, facing my way in the lavish corporate Airstream, my eyes strayed up from my Wall Street Journal to catch a better look at what my eyes had glimpsed in the airport terminal. Dani was a big girl, a kind I had fancied in college and fantasized about now. Not fat at all, just a big girl who carried her body well and knew how to dress to accentuate the best of her attributes. The best word to describe her would be ‘curvy’, and for me she was perfectly curved.

As I glanced around my paper I first noticed her black leather boots that hugged her calves tightly and lead up to a muscular, hose-covered thigh that was crossing over her other leg as she sat. She smoothed out a short, pleated blue plaid skirt that gave ample view of those legs and tucked into that skirt was a a white silk blouse with a blue blazer over it fully encasing her large, perfectly proportioned chest. I couldn’t help but stare at the mounds in front of me. They Ataşehir Escort were held fast by a lace bra that was slightly visible through the silk blouse and pressed her chest upward to form an amazing chasm of cleavage. My mind wondered as to what my eyes would see with that blouse and blazer removed, but I quickly caught myself in my lecherous behavior and raised my eyes to meet hers – eyes that were staring directly at me with a coy grin.

“Good Morning, Mr. St. Pierre,” She said, breaking the awkward moment, “my name is Danielle, everyone calls me ‘Dani’ and I’m here to help you in any way you need on this trip.” She reached forward with her right hand in greeting to shake mine. Her self-confidence was sexy, too, as well as the new view that was given to me as she leaned forward to grasp my hand. This created an even better angle for me to see down that blouse into those luscious breasts and my eyes could not avoid taking a chance look.

“Dani’s the best, Ron,” said Jayne, my VP sitting to my left. Her statement broke me out of my breast-induced trance and I quickly took Dani’s hand to shake it and returned my eyes to their proper position.

“Yes, Dani, I heard you were coming and am sure you’ll be a valuable asset on this trip,” I responded. Her eyes looked at me with a knowing look as if she could read my mind – knowing I was processing my response to her appearance. Those eyes were amazing, a bright green encased by a beautiful round face and over a cute turned up nose. Add in the professional quaffed blonde hair, brushed to the side but still lightly resting just over her right eye and I truly had a vision of loveliness before me.

“Please do not hesitate to let me know of ANYTHING you need,” she responded, “I’m here to serve in any way that I can.”

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That brief opening encounter and our small talk about the trip upon takeoff soon faded as we got farther into our 5 hour flight. Dani and Jayne both grabbed blankets and pillows to take naps in ready for a long few days while I perused some of the files of information for our business dealings. The information was detailed and soon had my eyes fading, as well.

“I’m sorry!” I awakened with a start as Jayne bumped into my leg. “Sorry Ron, I just need to go to the bathroom,” said my VP as she passed by me into the aisle. I collected my bearings then realized now was a short of window of time to view this new assistant and collect mental images for any fantasy I might undertake in my hotel room.

She was fast asleep and leaning Kadıköy Escort towards the left side of her seat. The blanket had slid down a bit at the top and was slightly bunched up around her waist, giving me a good view of the best parts. Her feet were on the floor with her left leg slightly leaning in the same direction of her head. This allowed my eyes to trail far up her plump but muscular thighs. The mesh of the black hose was stretched tightly around those legs, giving them a sheen that pleased my eyes all the way up until they disappeared in the darkness of her most private parts which were barely covered by that short skirt.

Dani’s blouse had fallen slightly open, as well (she had removed the jacket) and I could look directly upon the bra covering the curve of her left breast. I could scarcely breath as I slid forward in my chair for a better look. The flesh of her breast just above that bra was milky white and it was all I could to keep from sliding a knuckle across it and caressing those large breasts into my hand.

My mind (and other body parts) were way ahead of me and formulating a plan. Almost before I knew it I had pulled a blanket out of the overhead compartment and covered myself as I leaned back in my seat. I grabbed the $120 silk handkerchief out of my jacket pocket and surreptitiously slid it under the blanket as well. Staring straight at Dani, I reached under the covers and unzipped my slacks, I reached in and found my raging hard cock and slipped it through the hole in my boxers and the open zipper. I would have to be careful to not get semen on my slacks or let me VP catch me in the act. I had but a few moments before she would return.

As my left hand secured itself around my still-hardening mast, i stared at those beautiful leather boots. It is my one, true, can’t-resist fetish – not to lick like some crazed submissive, but I just could never look away from leather boots. Boots like these accentuate a woman’s calves in an amazing way making them look taught and sexy. I imagined myself taking a boot in my hands and sliding my hands up the boot onto Dani’s hose and up under her skirt. My fist started it’s work under my blanket and I sighed lightly. I closed my eyes for a moment and pictured those eyes beckoning me to move my hands onward and upwards.

My masturbatory pace quickened as my eyes opened to stare at her chest. I could picture her hands cupping those beautiful breasts for me in erotic fashion, her eyes pleading with excitement, her breath quickening with her arousal. What if she were sitting next to me, what if Ümraniye Escort it was her hand on my cock right now? So forbidden – I am her boss’s boss. She is so much younger than me. It all made me amazingly thrilled and soon I knew I would not be able to contain myself much longer.

I slid the silk handkerchief over the top of my cock and my faithful left hand and held it in place with my right, a heavy breath escaping my lips as my arousal peeked. I slightly opened my eyes to make sure Dani was still asleep as my climax occurred.

I felt my balls release my first deposit of cum up the shaft and into my handkerchief as my eyes focused in on the young girl across from me. Her beauty filled me with pleasure as my body experienced ecstasy in unloading a second and third time. My hand continued to work furiously to enjoy every last moment of this forbidden pleasure.

I heard the bathroom open back down the aisle and prepared to very quickly wipe myself down and repair myself to a normal condition, but I didn’t count on the door click awakening Dani. As I stared at her, her eyes open groggily and then looked directly into mine. I wondered if there was any way she could know I was holding my softening cock in my hand covered in a cum-stained, silk scarf. Even more so, I wondered if she noticed I was staring at her as she opened her eyes.

I quickly closed my eyes to act as if I, too had been asleep before the opening of the bathroom door. I was trapped – In my fear my cock had returned to a completely flaccid state. I dared not move to zip up my pants, even as Jayne was now scooting around me again to return to her seat.

“Do you need to use the bathroom, sir?” it was Dani’s voice.

“What?” I answered, looking back at her.

“I was asking if you need to use the restroom,” she said with a soft smile, “I need to go, but I didn’t want to jump ahead of you.”

“No – um, No, I’m fine. You go ahead,” I stammered. I watched as she gracefully arose from the seat. As she walked past me I heard a faint swish of her hose brushing as her thighs gently touched as she walked. I also received a large dose of her enchanting perfume. This made my cock immediately jump back to attention.

“Would you like to go over some of the numbers now, Ron?” Jayne asked.

“No – I think I need to nap just a little longer.” It took a while but I was finally able to gently and carefully pack my manhood back inside my slacks and boxers to return to normal. I felt I had been able to do so without Jayne or Dani noticing, but I did occasionally catch a glance of Dani eyeing me in a way that seemed she knew something was up. At very least she caught me staring more than I hoped she would.

But as the plane continued to fly at 50,000 feet, I wondered what further interactions I might get with this dazzling girl on our trip.

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Kimmerz had finally finished getting ready for work and reached to open the apartment door, picking up her keys, when there was a knock at the door. She wasn’t expecting anyone and wondered who it could be. Maybe it was her roomie who’d been locked out again. No, couldn’t be. She opened the door, and there he was, grinning as usual, clutching a bunch of flowers.

“Hey there Kimmerz…” he said, standing in the doorway, holding the flowers out to her. She stood there, wide-eyed in shock for a moment, then grinned and leapt forward, grabbing him and squeezing him tight. “Ringo!! Baby!”

With Kimmerz still clutching him, he pushed inside, dropping the flowers on a table and pinning her against the wall, looking into her eyes seductively with his cobalt, blue gaze.

“I’ve had a long flight babe… I’m tired, I’m weary, no time to talk right now…” he said. But before the ‘oh’ left her lips, he grinned again, sliding his hands up inside her skirt quickly, and grasping the waist band of her panties, tugging them down her thighs.

“But I’m Pendik Escort going to fuck you anyway… right here.”

“Ohhh Ringo…” she moaned, her eyes fixed on him as she leaned back against the wall. With a quick pull, he ripped her panties from her thighs, leaving them hanging in pieces about her legs, and pushed his pants down, taking out his hard cock, and holding the thick shaft in his hand as he looked into her eyes.

“See this… I’m gonna fuck you with it until you scream and scream and can scream no more…” he said with a smirk, placing two fingers on either side of her cunt lips and spreading them, opening her further as she squirmed with lust, moaning his name.

With a loud bang against the wall, he thrust his cock up into her hard, moaning loudly with the entrance into her, and grinning as he listened to her scream, which echoed through the apartment and down the hall through the still open door. He stood with her beside the door, holding her hips firmly as he swung his hips in fast, upward arcs, battering her Kurtköy Escort cunt like she had never known.

Even with the contracting muscles within her fully relaxed, his cock still spread her wider, like some kind of almighty battering ram pounding into her body, sending shockwaves of pain through her, making her scream in agony as he fucked her mercilessly.

“Oh gods, Ringo! Your cock….it’s hurting me!”

“Want me to stop?” he asked, still pounding her just as hard, but more slowly.

“N…noooo…. ” she whimpered. “Fuck me, Ringo… hurt me… make me screeeeam….”

He rewarded her as he kept slamming his cock into her tight cunt, battering against her g-spot and fucking her raw. But as she was pinned against the wall, holding onto his shoulders as he banged into her painfully hard, she was screaming with lust; the pain only pleasure to her as she screamed his name louder and louder; not caring any more about the open door next to them.

As the biggest orgasm she had ever known hit her, her juices Maltepe Escort spurted all around his throbbing cock that had speared her deeply. She writhed and screamed as she cummed again and again, his own cum gushing into her cunt like a steaming hot flame. He held her there as she screamed with lust, stars appearing before her eyes as she drifted in and out of unconsciousness, his own ecstasy flooding his body like the cum that flooded her raw fucked cunt.

Kicking the door shut, he carried her into the apartment and shoved her down on her bed, spreading her legs and burying his face in her soaking, quivering cunt, and licking her hungrily as she orgasmed all over his face again and again; her body shaking as the bed sheets became soaked in the stream of cum.

She was still screaming a full five minutes later, as he licked and sucked the cum out of her, before she collapsed back into her bed, soaked with sweat, cum, and tears of joy. She felt like she had just been fucked ten times in a row as her young lover lay upon her.

Looking down at her and kissing her passionately, he whispered, “You’re late for work… but you know what? Now that I’m here…you’re not going back…”

He grinned down at her as she began to recover, thinking of what else this night would have in store for them both…

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I am one of the newly-appointed guidance counselors at a small private day school. It is my responsibility to set up appointments with the students to let them voice concerns about the school as well listen to their non-school problems. I am 30 with black, longish hair and a great build. I’ve heard from the teachers that the girls think I am a heavenly hunk.

Caitlin came to my office unannounced an hour after school was over. I stayed over late to catch up on paperwork. Almost everyone else had gone for the day. Ordinarily, I would have been annoyed at the late intrusion, but she and I had locked eyes on several occasions. She instinctively knew that I would fuck her, in another setting, if I had the chance. Caitlin is a dish and a half with her long blond hair, blue eyes and lush body.

When I rose to close the door, she moved quickly and clicked the lock. She grabbed my balls. “Do you want to fuck me today? I ditched cheerleader practice when I saw you car still on the lot. I waited across the street until the other teachers left. I’ve seen how you look at me,” she said seductively. “I should be rewarded for my ingenuity.”

“Now Caitlin,” I stammered, “take it easy. I’m your counselor.” I had to get some control.

“Well you can counsel me on how you like your dick sucked, although I’m pretty good at it already,” she said boldly, fondling me.

I should tell her to release me, but I can’t. “How did you get so good at it, Caitlin? Were you forced to learn? Is there something you need to talk about?” I asked as I watched her take down my zipper. It was my undoing

“My dad’s best friend taught me. I always had a secret crush on him. At my 18th birthday party, he was a little drunk came on to me when we were alone in the kitchen. He taught me how to suck his dick the first day we were alone. He was afraid to do any more than finger me inside my panties and suck at my breasts. It was ok because I had orgasms when he touched me there. I loved his big calloused fingers on my pussy.”

“You’ve been sucking a grown man’s cock and letting him feel you up?’ I asked incredulously. “You may be 18, but you’re still too young for an older man.”

“I can deep throat like an expert,” she boasted. “An adult is an adult no matter what the age. If I can vote, I can fuck whomever I want. Right, Mr. Laporte?

“Yes, I guess so. You are nicely grown, Caitlin. You better hope no one ever finds out. So where did you do it? How did Maltepe Escort you get away from your parents?”

“He has a workshop out back of his house. It’s kind of secluded. I sneak over the back way to join him,” she said taking my dick out slowly. “I want to suck your dick now, Mr. LaPorte. I want it right now. Let me show you how good I am.” She dropped to her knees.

She was in charge as she gave my dick a royal sucking. Her mouth was hot and wet and her suction on my dick was superb. She has had plenty of experience, I thought as I came hard and deep in her throat. Not a drop of my sperm spilled past her lips. Man, that was good!

“Has the man fucked you yet?” I asked as she licked me clean. “Have you let him put his dick in your pussy, Caitlin? Did he claim your virginity?”

“Oh yes, many times, but he was not my first. He had made this special, cushioned table in his shop that I sit on. It is the right height so that he could fuck me sitting while he stands. There are two little sections to put my legs into so that my pussy is spread just right for him. I’ll never forget the first day he took me. He ate my pussy like it was his last meal. We both watched as he eased his massive cock slowly into my wet pussy.”

“Was he able to put his whole dick in your pussy? You said he was very big.”

“Yes, oh yes. He slid in smoothly, pushing himself to the hilt. Then he rested for a moment. He let me adjust to his fullness in me as he kissed me. Then he slowly started pumping in my pussy. Have you ever seen a grown man cry in pure pleasure? Well, this one did. Each time he pulled out and pushed in, the tears came. He said my pussy was so exquisitely tight and hot that he wished he never had to come out.”

“Did he ever, you know, get a little rough? Fuck you too hard while he had you spread out?”

“Rough? Rough, you mean like slamming the meat into me, hurting me with it? Damn straight he did. I like my dick hard and delivered harder.”

“Sounds like you really enjoyed his fucking,” I said reaching under her uniform skirt. “How long would he fuck you?” I said easing my hand inside her wet panties.

“It seemed like forever. A very good forever. He had the stamina of a teenage boy. I should know. I’ve fucked a few of them, too. It’s all about what their dicks can do.”

“Tell me what you did as he pounded into you.” I was rubbing her pussy lips.

“I sucked his dick within the walls of my Anadolu Yakası Escort pussy. He went crazy when I came with his dick locked deep inside me. He caught my screams in his mouth. He rammed me so hard my ass rose from the table.

By now I had my hand firmly on her pussy. I rubbed a finger up and down her slit as she closed her eyes to remember the fucking while feeling my finger. “Did his wife ever discover he was fucking you?” I asked as I inserted a finger into her. She was soaking wet.

“She came out to the shop one Sunday afternoon. His cell phone was dead and she had a message from his mom.”

“Was his dick in you when she came in?” She pushed further onto my finger and screwed it.

“Yes, he was deep inside me. He was screwing on me and sucking my tongue.”

“What did she say?” I put another finger in her sweet pussy. “Tell me, honey.”

“Bob,” she said, “Your mom called. I have a mess…….” She stopped dead in her tracks. He and I looked at her as she watched him pump my pussy.

Bob pleaded, “Please let me finish, honey. Please let me have her. I have to come inside her. She’s so good, baby. I’ll die if I don’t come in her.” She nodded for him to continue.

“What did she do as he fucked you?” I now had the three fingers deep inside her and brushed her lips with mine. “Tell me, honey.”

“She stepped behind me and kissed my neck and shoulders. She discovered the sensitive spot on my shoulder and sucked it. Her palms skimmed my breasts as we both watched Bob dick me. He was pumping like a maniac. He came hard as he cried hard. I could almost swear I felt his load of sperm shoot into my stomach.”

What happened when you came down? Was there a scene?” I was still fucking her with my fingers. “What did she do to you?”

“There was a scene all right. She pushed Bob away after he pulled out and handed him a tissue to wipe his eyes and nose. She dropped to her knees before me and sucked her husband’s sperm from my pussy. I came three times in her mouth.”

“When was the last time you fucked them?” I asked still pumping my fingers into her dripping cunt. I would need to put my dick in there soon.

“I had a crying Bob before dinner two days ago on the shop table. Mercy, the wife, stopped me on the way to school yesterday morning. What a day not to have my car. She called the school pretending to be my mother and said I would be late due to car trouble. I heard the Ümraniye Escort school bus that I would have taken driving by as she screwed my pussy on the chaise lounge in their bedroom. I never fucked with a woman before. I let her do me because I was afraid she might tell my parents about her husband and me.

“Were you naked when she took your pussy, Caitlin? Describe to me what she did to you.”

“At first, I only took off my panties and skirt. She ate my pussy roughly and quickly, but what she really wanted was the pussy to pussy contact. It started to feel really nice as her large clit poked at me. I rubbed her soft, smooth ass as she screwed me. Mercy began moaning obscenities as she fucked me. She called me a hot cunt thieving, husband stealing bitch as she ground her pussy into mine. There was no dick involved, but I came as hard as I did with one. Mercy was not done with me. She made me take off my blouse and bra and devoured my breasts. Then she got on top of me again. Honestly, I was two hours late for school.”

“Do you want to cum now, Caitlin? Do you want my dick in you? Beg for it.”

“Yes, please, Mr. LaPorte. Please fuck me.”

“That’s a good girl.” I pulled my fingers from her dripping cunt and licked them clean. Thrusting my tongue past her lips, I let her taste herself in my mouth. I propelled her to my desk, leaned her over face down and raised the little uniform skirt. I stripped her of the wet panties and spread her legs wide. I removed my pants and boxers and placed my dick at her heavy pussy lips. “How do you want your fucking? Hard or gentle, Caitlin?”

“You know what I want, Mr. LaPorte. Make me feel like I’ve been fucked well.”

My dick was hard and hot as a poker when I plunged it into her inferno. Everything in me went into that first big thrust. I was so deep in the girl. I pulled her pretty ass cheeks apart to watch my dick slide in her. She squeezed me tight inside. I now know what Bob felt. I fucked her intensely against the creaking old desk that bumped against the wall. We both came biting our knuckles to stifle the screams. I wiped tears from my eyes with the back of my hand before I eased out. Hers was the best pussy I’ve had in a while. My girlfriend fucked me last night and her pussy was good, but not as good as Caitlin’s.

“How was my dick, Caitlin? Was it as good as Bob’s?”

“You were superb, Mr. LaPorte. I just knew you would be.”

Caitlin still fucks Bob and Mercy, but she fucks me more since she now “works” for me after school. I live for the day (six weeks away) when she graduates and I can fuck her somewhere other than the office. I want my dick lodged in her cherry ass before one of them takes it. My dick throbs at the prospect.

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His Aunt Kim was present at his eighteenth birthday party. Sid was not the least bit embarrassed when she found a private moment in the hallway between the kitchen and the bathroom to pat him on the ass and make the remark that convinced him that this woman whom he had fantasized about since he was 15 really thought he was sexually attractive.

“You’re a cutie.” Was all she had said.

He did not agree with his moms opinion that she wore her clothes too tight for a 40 year old woman. Hell, she used to make a living as a dancer and now, as an aerobics teacher, she was looking everything like her students wish they did.

Aunt Kim was his stepfathers sister. When his mom had divorced Sid’s alcoholic dad sixteen years ago her best friend Kim fixed her up with her brother.

Now at eighteen, Sid was the man of the family. He remembered his step father as his only father. The tragic car crash that took his life two years ago would always loom over any family get-together. Everybody had loved him. His generosity and sense of humor was mentioned and talked about still. Happily, these remembrances of his step dad were always jovial and peppered with laughter.

The evening did not wear on. It slid gracefully from joking around to tender moments with Sid’s friends and gift giving. Relatives filtering in and cake eating.

Blowing out the candles was interesting. Sid made his wish with closed eyes.

At the moment he blew at the candles someone turned off the lights and he felt his second pat on the ass that night. One of his wishes had just come true.

A memory flashed back to him before the lights were switched on. He was fifteen and snooping in his mothers bottom dresser drawer. He could not remember why he was in there in the first place but can still recalled the pleasant feeling of silk on the fronts and backs of his hands at the same time. Way at the bottom of the drawer he discovered a magazine. It was an old men’s soft core porn mag from the mid 80’s. It was beyond Sid why his mother had this hidden in her bottom drawer until he saw the woman pictured three quarters of the way through. The title said it was Juicy Lucy but it was Aunt Kim. Twenty years younger and as fit as she is today. Her dark brown hair was longer and straight. It poured over her bare shoulders and breasts in poses from front and rear.

Blood was flowing in a rush through his body in waves of embarrassment and bliss. When he heard his mother coming in the front door downstairs he desperately wanted to steal the magazine and hide it in his room. Something inside told him he would surely be found out so he hurriedly stuffed it back below the silky underwear and stockings. As much as he tried to seem nonchalant when he ran into his mom coming up the stairs he knew she noticed that something was up.

The next chance he had to sneak a peek of his aunt in that magazine came a week later.

It was gone.

Now at eighteen the sexy woman in that mag was standing by his side grinning from ear to ear begging him to open the present that she had brought for him. He hesitated a little hoping that she had not planned some sort of gag gift. He looked at his mother for some hint about what to do. She was grinning too and said he should go ahead and open it.

As it turned out he was both embarrassed and delighted by the contents of the small package. All balled up and feeling as silky as the soft things in his mothers drawer was the tiniest males Speedo swimsuit. It was fluorescent blue. He unfurled it in front of the guests who let out a great hurrah. Sid was the fastest swimmer at his school. His plan was to try out for the swim team at the college he would attend next fall. Aunt Kim grabbed it from his hands and held it in front of her jeans as if she was sizing it up for herself. “I know I should have kept this for myself.” she joked.

Sid’s mom was gathering up wrapping paper and clearing the table when Kim suggested İstanbul Escort she spend time with the guests before it got too late. Soon she would have to go to work at the hospital where she was a nurse. She would not return home till after sun up the next day. Kim was slated to stay at the house and act as chaperone for Sid and two of his buddies. That was an inside joke because she actually was going to stay over due to the distance she would have to drive home. She stayed often.

After Sid’s mother left for work he and his friends settled by the TV to watch a recent DVD about a spy caper with considerable R-rated nudity. It was only 20 minuets into the movie when one of his two friends started complaining of nausea. Kim checked his forehead and announced that he was burning up with a fever and probably was coming down with flu. Sid’s other friend had ridden with him so the two of them left.

Sid sat at the far end of the couch while Kim lay with her head on the arm at the opposite end. She shifted her position occasionally as they watched the movie. Her toes came into contact with Sid’s outer thigh every time she moved. Eventually her toes were tucked under Sid’s leg. He desperately wanted to reach down and stroke her feet. The male and female leads of the movie had gotten into bed in one of the sexiest scenes he had ever witnessed. Kim mentioned that she had read in a gossip column that they were rumored to have actually had sex during the filming of this particular scene. At one point the actress reared up on top of her lover fully exposing her perfect breasts in the throws of orgasm. Her hero massaged her hips with firm grips thrusting her forward and back against his groin. Sid thought he heard Kim let out a moan. Kim did speak not long after this action sequence. She said she was going to the bathroom. Sid paused the movie and watched Kim rise from the couch and disappear into the hallway.

When she got back she sat on the couch but more in the middle. “Do you want to watch the rest of the movie?” she asked.

“Sure, if you do.” was Sid’s reply.

Kim reclined on the couch and put her arm up on the back. “Actually I had something else in mind.” “I would really like to see if the birthday present I gave you fits.” She had a slight smile on her face and Sid sensed that same heat building up inside.

He agreed to put it on but told her he was not coming out of his room if he thought it was too small or didn’t fit right. He padded off in his stocking feet with his heart beating a mile a minute.

Once in his room he stretched the suit over his feet and up across his thighs in front of his full length mirror. There was full contact with the expanding spandex as soon as it passed his knees. He knew it would be tight, but it was supposed to be. Standing there in front of the mirror he looked first at himself from the side and then turned to see the view from over his shoulder. It was defiantly very tight. He noted the muscles in his thighs and how he could still see them through the fabric and how they reappeared again above where they tied in with his stomach muscles. He reached down to note the silkiness of the cloth and how it bulged in front. Below, his balls were cupped snuggly. He put on his robe and took a deep breath before heading back to where Kim was waiting.

He entered the room and Kim laughed. He wondered if he looked silly. “You left your socks on.” she giggled, “that’s cute.” She stood up from the couch and faced him from about 3 feet away. Sid reached down and undid the tie of his robe and opened it up.

Kim looked straight down at the suit. “Is it comfortable?”

Sid nodded that it was. Kim did not take her eyes away. “I always liked the way spandex felt against my skin.” She reached across with her right hand to lightly place the back of her knuckles against his right hip. She moved the inch or two that was needed to travel from Sid’s hip to the beginning Anadolu Yakası Escort of his muscled buttock.

It was hard for Sid to form words as he felt the firmness of his cock increasing.

“Thank you very much for the suit.” he breathed, barely audible.

Kim stepped towards him and reached around his bare waist below his robe. It was similar to the hug of a loving aunt except after Kim kissed him slightly on his cheek she moved her face down the side of his neck and took a tiny bite.

Sid was fighting against the urge to grab Kim and pull her to the floor. He leaned into her and let her lead him. She brought her arms to her sides and moved her hands up his sides to his armpits. Her mouth met his and she introduced her tongue to his with a single darting motion. He leaned more into her but she pulled back and looking him in the eyes told him that she wanted to go to the guest room.

They passed through the kitchen hand in hand and entered the long dark hall way. They both stopped and embraced again but this time Sid roamed his hands over Kim’s body in an attempt to cover every inch of her in as little time as possible. She did not stop him but instead proceeded to unbutton and unzip till Sid had full access to her lean toned body. As soon as her top was pulled up over her head he buried his face between her firm breasts licking and sucking them hungrily. She in turn was again experiencing the feeling of his new swim suit but concentrating on his full erection. Sid reached down to free it from its confines but Kim stopped him. “Not yet, that’s my present. I want to unwrap it.”

Leaving a heap of clothes and Sid’s robe in the hallway they entered the guest room where Kim had stowed her overnight bag. She instructed him to get on the bed but not lay down. He stood there on his knees as Kim joined him face to face. She reached for his suit and pealed it down below his scrotum. His cock pointed straight at her flat stomach with his balls lifted up and exposed. Next she reached around behind him and pulled the tight spandex together till it formed a single strand that she slid between his ass cheeks like a thong. Kim nudged him slightly to sit down on his heels as she stroked his cock and balls. She reached a taste of pre cum up to her face and closed her eyes tight while she licked it off by extending her tongue out instead of placing it in her mouth.

She again kissed his mouth but only in passing on her way down his form to put his helmet into her hot mouth. Sid’s cumming was held off by her expert technique and the restriction of the suit that almost cut into the tender skin below his sack. Kim teased and taunted Sid till his load could be held back no longer. She took his long shaft in her hand and pumped it sensually. She used long strokes and would pause often with her face close to his. She finally concentrated on just the head of his cock tickling then gripping in a rotating motion with one hand while her other hand clutched his balls that now felt like splitting. His juice shot up her arm coating patches of her bicep and hanging breasts. He fell back onto his elbow arching his spine. Kim lowered her mouth for the final spurts which were enough to coat the interior of her mouth and ooze from the corners and down her chin.

Sid leaned shaking onto his side trapping one arm below himself but with his other he reached for Kim’s left nipple which he gently tweaked and caressed into a firm mound. Kim looked down at his young angelic face with great satisfaction.

“Happy Birthday baby.”

They lay side by side. The night waited as they whispered and nuzzled. Sid stretched himself out as long as he could. He was aware of Kim’s fingers twisting and burrowing in her sparse pubic hair. Her breathing stayed at a fairly rapid pace. She placed her free hand on Sid’s cock which was laying nearly half erect on her stomach. She tipped her head to the side. “Sid, I want you Kartal Escort to sit on your heals like you were before.” Sid did as she asked but wondered why she wanted him to. Once he was in the position she again started her sensual touching of his body and returned his tight suit to the under balls and up his crack configuration. But her actions changed at that point as she laid down in front of him with her legs spread far apart, her knees raised up. She told him to touch himself. “I want to see how you do yourself, baby.”

As he took his shaft in hand she reached between her legs and separated her pussy lips. She rhythmically circled and dipped into herself at first shallowly then deeply. At times with one finger and then with four. As they both manipulated their sex she inched her hips so her ass approached his knees. Soon she lifted her hips up so she was on his lap with her wet pussy creeping closer and closer to Sid’s erection. She stopped touching herself completely. “Whack me with your dick, Sid.” She was looking at his face wildly, almost panting. “Smack my pussy with it.” Sid felt the sting of his cock landing on Kim’s wet pussy over and over again. It felt like nothing he had felt before. She let him start to enter her hole once but made him pull it out because she sensed his mounting orgasm.

She reached over the side of the bed to her overnight bag and removed some bottled water. She concealed something in her other hand. She inched her hips up so far that her ass was at the base of Sid’s stomach. Her pussy was aimed straight up at the ceiling.

“You want to put your cock in my pussy don’t you?”

Sid’s mouth was dry, he nodded that he did. Kim handed him the water which he drank from gratefully. When he handed it back she told him to take another drink but not swallow. He followed these instructions and all that followed.

Kim’s other hand concealed a foil packet. She opened it and removed two alka seltzer tablets. Kim’s cunt was pointing straight up at Sid’s face. He opened his lips ever so slightly to let a narrow stream of the water shower down on Kim’s slit. Kim groaned at the sensation. She reached down and inserted one of the tablets inside of herself and Sid once again let go a slight stream. Her hips started to fidget on Sid’s lap. Her face took on a look of anguish and tortured pleasure. Sid could hear the fizzing coming from between her legs. She lay quivering below his gaze. He reached for the other tablet and after letting another dose of water flow onto her he placed it directly on top of her clitoris which was swollen and pushing through the folds of Kim’s lips.

More water. It began to foam instantly. He needed to hold Kim’s hips so she would not buck off the side of the bed. He pulled his knees out from under her and quickly slid his cock into her foaming pussy. They each experienced the opposite sexes version of the same sensation. His first deep entry into the hole of his Aunt Kim was a burn of pure pleasure.

Kim’s cumming started the instant Sid entered her. Now they rocked on the bed, Sid on Kim, Kim on Sid till there was no strength remaining in either of their athletic bodies.

Their muscles rubbed while their faces contorted.

Kim’s body floated above Sid’s. The sunrise filtered into the window behind Sid and through her hair. She did not let her whole body weight rest on Sid even when she lifted her hands off the bed and straitened her back to grip and kneed her breasts. He looked between her legs and watched her talent of seductive movement that worked his erection and lowered slightly then rose almost letting his tip breath then trapping it again with a clutching of inner muscles. Sid confessed his viewing of her pictures as Kim fucked him in this almost casual way. She leaned forward while still expertly plunging him into herself ever so close to the edge of another orgasm for them both.

She kissed him on the mouth in the last moments of his ultimate birthday before they both came for the last time. She whispered while probing his ear with her tongue.

“I let them take those pictures because I needed the money real bad for school. It was actually a huge turn on for me. Did you know your mom was a photographer back then?”

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