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Reverie has overtaken her. Not really even reverie, just blankness in her mind that calms her soul. The feeling is nothing bad, nothing good. Contentment maybe? Contentment is a good descriptive word for what she is feeling.

She is standing on the third floor balcony of their hotel room overlooking the Gulf. The waves peak and crash near the shoreline. The sea gulls are gliding against the constant wind with their wings outstretched, not having to exert any effort in the amazing gift of flight. The bright sun is overhead beaming down its warmth and curing rays. Yes, she is content.

She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath and releases it feeling any leftover tension leaving her body. The margarita over ice in her hand relaxes her even further and she takes a drink. It is cool going down her throat and she doesn’t think she could be any happier at the moment.

A gust of wind changes directions and blows straight into her face, making her long brown hair float behind her and then land again, the tips settling on the small of her back. This makes her feel sexy and she poises her face parallel to the sky so the end of her hair falls just on her ass. She remains in this position for several minutes, enjoying the nothingness.

Suddenly, moist lips touch the side of her neck and she cocks her head further to the left allowing easier access. She stands perfectly still with instant chill bumps racing up her spine. A small sigh escapes her lips while her eyes remain closed. His tongue makes a small circle on her neck and she unknowingly shivers. He slowly begins kissing her, moving towards the back of her neck. He moves so slowly, barely touching her skin.

She feels one hand caressing her hair then a second hand. He lifts her hair completely from her back and continues kissing her. Down, down, directly in the center of her back, making her skin twitch and move against his lips, him milas escort having full control over her. She breathes more heavily now, wanting this to last forever, until the kissing stops, and her hair falls back into position.

Two strong arms encircle her waist and slightly squeeze as he buries his face into her hair and he breathes in the cleanliness deeply. His hands move slowly and deliberately up and down her hips, down her outer thighs, and back up to her waist. Her knees become weak and her head is leaning back against his chest and shoulder. She doesn’t realize her drink is being removed from her hand and placed aside. Nothing is hurried and the slowness and gentle spot caresses are really turning her on. She feels like she is floating with the sea gulls. No energy needed and just floating.

Two tender hands enclose her breasts and she can feel his hot breath on her neck. He shudders and closes the distance between his front and her back. They are now one. His hardness is against her ass, his shuddering becoming stronger. She places her now free hands over his and arches her back against him, enjoying his strong feel yet gentle embraces. Her nipples are fully erect and he uses the pads of his fingers to stroke them, around and around. As his hands move in circles, she starts moving her hips in circles mimicking his rhythm against his firm manliness.

She can only slightly moan in response, knowing that words are not needed at the moment, just his human touch.

His right hand moves away from her breast and slowly traces a path downward, sometimes circling back up and then moving further down each time until it reaches her throbbing pussy. He is teasing her. His index finger slightly strokes her clit through her swimsuit and then moves back up. Again and again just barely making contact and then moving away. She is fully leaning against him now, mudanya escort her body making movements with each flick of his finger. His left hand is continually caressing and gently pinching her nipple, while his right hand is playing a tune on her clit, on and off again.

She is so turned on and about ready to place her hand over his so he couldn’t move away, so she could enjoy his hand to orgasm, when he stops all touching. Both of his hands are removed from her tingling body. She is about to turn around in protest when she feels both hands slip under the front of her swimsuit, one finger strokes her button and then plunges into her wetness, then back out. She moans deeply and she can tell he is extremely turned on by all this. His breathing becoming even more rapid against her shoulder, both of them naturally turned on. She raises her arms and wraps them around his neck, providing stability in her weak position.

He knows she is nearing orgasm so he thrusts two fingers inside of her dripping pussy and pinches her nipple between two fingers at the same time. The pitch of their moving hips seems to match the crashing of the waves, a slow mesmerizing pulse.

“Oh baby, please don’t stop,” she whispers while shifting her head from side to side, her entire body beginning to tense up.

“Come for me,” he whispers back, his voice shaky with a fever that only can be caused from being turned on. A hoarseness recognizable only to her.

And with those words her body releases. Her juices envelope his fingers and the contractions of her insides wrap around him. Her entire body becomes hot and then soft against him.

Before the orgasm is completely finished he leads her into the hotel room and to the large bed. With one swipe her black swimsuit is removed and her tanned, naked body is before him. She finally faces him and while turning around he is at mustafakemalpaşa escort the same time gently laying her down on her back. She takes his face into her hands and kisses him deeply. He is hot and ready to make love to her. The lust in his eyes shoots through to her aching soul.

Lowering his body onto hers, she feels so feminine at that moment. He is hers, all hers, and she will make him spill his seed into her. His previously gentle motions are becoming more frantic and his neediness is evident. He kisses her lips hard and continues to spill kisses to her neck, her eyes, her chest, and her breasts.

His cock is poised above her pussy and he guides it into her, feeling that warm space filled with him. He plunges all the way inside and lingers there for a moment. Her core has been touched and her hips rise to meet his.

A broken moan rushes from his mouth and he looks directly into her eyes. Her legs spread further allowing every inch of him to enter her. His throbbing cock pulls out, never fully leaving her womanhood and he pushes into her yet again, and again, over and over and over.

Both are openly moaning now, and whispering loving comments to each other.

“You feel so good baby,” she moans into his chest. “Fuck me, oh please fuck me.”

“I’m going to fill you up. Oh, you are going to make me come,” he murmurs as his thrusts become more fevered.

He is practically ramming it in now and she meets his every thrust. Harder and faster each time. Her pussy is wrapping around him as his cock pushes against her very essence. He is uncontrollably shuddering as her back arches. His face shows his pleasure. Practically screaming with passion now she is also nearing her second orgasm.

“Oh baby. Yes, I’m coming,” she says with her face twisted into sexual emotion.

He rams three more times and collapses on top of her, their orgasms occurring together, his cock twitching with each spent seed, their hearts pounding in their chests, her back arching and his hips forward.

She strokes the back of his head while it rests on her shoulder, now both content from their exertions and the love between them. He rolls off of her and they both sleep.

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Chapter 1: Population Explosion. The New Authority vowed that Earth 2.0 would not repeat the same mistakes made by planet earth. The comparatively small human population that survived the nuclear apocalypse would be more cautious, more conservative, and more traditional.

It is now the year 2095. The population of the new earth is approaching 18 million people. A far cry from the 72 billion that it reached at its peak, just before the apocalypse. More than 99.9% of the population perished during that horrible period.

The government is now referred to as the New Authority, and as part of its public education mandate, it outlines for all citizens how and why over-population occurred. This intelligence is intended to help society understand why decisions are made the way they are. Government officials provided the following chronological summary of milestones that led up to the apocalypse.

In the year 2035, all sexually transmitted diseases were eradicated. It was heralded as wonderful news at the time, and it was. Historical diseases like AIDS, herpes, chlamydia were completely gone. Sexual freedom blossomed in the wake of this.

By the year 2040, people were finally rid of sexual and racial prejudices. Whether you were gay, straight, or bisexual, it didn’t matter. Fetishes were no longer frowned upon. Declaring that you were dominant, submissive, or any fetish was as harmless as declaring an interest in golf, art or music. The first openly transgender American President easily won two terms.

One by one, the cancers were all cured. Breast, colon, pancreatic, prostate, and lung cancers were cured much earlier – while brain and skin cancers took a little longer, before they too were done away with, once and for all. Other common diseases, such as Alzheimer’s, Diabetes, and kidney disease were also cured, along with major advances in heart disease. This changed the average life expectancy, which rose to over 100 years old.

With this new health, women remained fertile longer. Menopause routinely started between ages 55 and 70. It was no surprise then that the population of the earth soared. Ten billion was reached before 2025, fifty billion by 2070.

The New Authority also outlined a parallel phenomenon that contributed to the earth’s near demise. It was the proliferation of advanced automation and robotics. Initially, automation revolutionized the automobile industry, and other manufacturing. By the year 2030, society was intimately familiar with big factories where robotics handled almost everything, completely replacing human workers. By 2050, these machines began to be used on the farms. Robotic arms were stored under the soil until the oranges, or grapes or any fruit or vegetable were ready to harvest. With visual sensors, these robotic arms plucked the ripe fruit flawlessly, placing it gently on conveyor belts. Farm workers became a thing of the past. As did taxi and truck drivers, which were replaced by sophisticated self-driving vehicles. The food service industry also experienced complete upheaval. Big Macs and Whoppers were made by delicate robotic machines, and payment handled by face recognition software, eliminating the need for cashiers. Earth celebrated this new efficiency. Over a fifty year period, the work week went from forty hours per week to twenty-five, then down to fifteen, and finally down to four.

These changes combined, resulted in a completely new world. Ten times the population, with no sexual diseases, and in fact, total sexual freedom. Moreover, with a four hour work week, people had all the idle time they wanted. Every night was Friday night. Planet earth turned into a massive fuck fest. Then the population really exploded.

Chapter 2: The Apocalypse. The New Authority often references the tipping point as the point where everything reversed and came crashing down. It is believed to have started in China where a major shortage of clean water occurred, followed by a severe food shortage. As the wealthiest country on the planet, China had no choice but to invade Australia. The United States and Great Britain came to Australia’s defense, which triggered conflict. Russia, then facing its own food and water shortage, invaded all of the previous Soviet Union countries. A global war ensued.

The first nuclear weapon was discharged in early 2090. Then it was a domino effect. Great fires swept the earth, triggering further nuclear explosions. It is estimated that on some days 100 million people were dying every minute. By the end of the devastation, a mere 18 million people remained.

The only areas of Earth 2.0 that are inhabitable now are along the west coast of what were formerly Canada and the United States. The New Authority decided to keep the historical city names of what are now the five largest and most populous cities: Vancouver, Seattle, San Francisco, Los Angeles, and San Diego. Not a soul lives more than 50 miles from the Pacific Ocean.

For the most part, people seem happy. Whereas for decades people talked about whether there Üvey porno was life on other planets, they now talk about whether there is human life on other parts of Earth 2.0. The rumors never cease. The most common myth is that there are one hundred thousand people living below ground in Manhattan. The radiation levels underground are low enough for survival. Severe radiation will cause instant death, however mild radiation will simply cause cancer. With cancer now curable, mild radiation is quite tolerable. In the pre-apocalyptic world, cancer-curing booths were all over a city as densely populated as Manhattan. Those same booths would now come in handy – assuming the rumors are even true, of course.

As far as media, the New Authority decided to regulate the internet for all the right reasons. Total freedom put too much control in the hands of the people. Without strict protocol, rebellious or ambitious citizens might communicate to form protests, or potentially spread anti-Authority messages. Therefore, all social media activity is very carefully monitored.

Television is very popular in this new world, with the Authority controlling every program produced and broadcast. Luckily many of the pre-Apocalyptic movies were stored digitally in Los Angeles, and those materials were not affected by the radiation. The five cities each share the same broadcast feeds.

The most popular program is called Live-Eye, which showcases real-time broadcasts of newsworthy events, sporting competitions, or important court proceedings. On occasion, a human interest story will capture the attention of the viewing public and become a ratings blockbuster.

Robotics is frowned upon in this new world. People need to stay busy. The New Authority mandated a forty hour work week back into law. Farms are once again harvested by people, not machines. Radiation from the apocalypse is kept at acceptable levels by a complex air and soil filtration system that rotates the various farms. Whereas it would have taken more than a decade for this to happen naturally, the system continually cleanses the air, water, and topsoil.

Sexual openness is now frowned upon. While not illegal, promiscuous people are viewed with scorn. After all, excessive sexual activity was one of the factors that lead to over-population. Women especially seem to be scrutinized more closely and judged more harshly. The old double standards returned. A whore is a shameless creature indeed. Public floggings and public punishments also returned. On occasion, these were broadcast on Live-Eye for everyone to see.

Chapter 3: Life. One bright summer morning Live-Eye was doing a segment called ‘A Day in the Life’ where they profile typical careers. Of course, the entire series was approved by the broadcast division of the New Authority. This particular episode was showing residents of Seattle going out to some nearby farms to help plant new apple tree seedlings. The filming itself was going to take place on the train, where a reporter named Timmy-John Carson and the cameraman were setting up, and would interview random workers as they boarded the train.

The third person to board the train was an exceptionally pretty blonde, with long curly hair, a pretty smile and modest clothes. Like many of the passengers, she wore shorts and a T-shirt, but only because of the weather. It was a hot and sunny day, and planting in the fields was going to be hard work, especially on a day such as this.

“Excuse me, TJ Carson from Live Eye here, what’s your name and how are you today?”

“I’m Lekia,” the pretty girl responded, “and I’m fine thanks.”

“Give us a sense of what a typical day is like for you, and what you might like or dislike as it relates to working in the farming fields,” the reporter continued.

The girl started to answer, and it was in point of fact, a good and articulate answer. However, the slight nervousness and excitement of the moment had another effect on her. As she started to speak with the bright light of the camera illuminating her, her nipples began to harden. The thin T-shirt didn’t help, and soon her nipples were practically poking through the material.

TJ kept the interview going. His instincts as a reporter were good. He knew she would create quite a stir when the segment aired. First, her answers were interesting and well considered. Secondly, she was stunningly beautiful. And third, her nipples alone were a beacon for attention. TJ’s comment ended with a rather inadvertent comment:

“Thanks Lekia. You made a couple of good points there.”

The segment aired live during the day, and then again as a re-run in the evenings. Soon, social media channels lit up with discussion. The segment was creating quite the stir. Lekia’s nipples and TJ’s quip caused a viral video sensation. By midnight a million people had seen it. By the end of the weekend, more than ten million people had viewed it – over half of the population of Earth 2.0.

The New Authority wasn’t pleased. porno izle In a society that was attempting to repress sexual freedom and sexual promiscuity, this kind of grassroots civil naughtiness wasn’t welcome. At the same time, the girl had done nothing to warrant arrest. She was not nude, nor had she broken any laws. If anything, she was well-spoken and very respectful with her answers. She was simply on her way to work, minding her own business. It was unfair to blame her or hold her accountable.

Chapter 4: A Media Storm. Immediate secret meetings were held at the government offices in each of the five cities, and then conference calls among them to discuss what, if anything should be done.

Lekia Biggs was completely unprepared for the onslaught of attention. Her smart phone was flooded with calls, as was her email. She was temporarily suspended from work with a paid leave of absence, at least until the scrutiny died down. Her beauty had always garnered attention from men, but Lekia was suddenly thrust into the media spotlight, becoming an immediate sensation. No girl could have been prepared for this.

The New Authority’s initial reaction was to let the story run its course, assuming it would fade away. On Earth 2.0, just as was the case with earth, the ’15 minutes of fame’ theory was alive and well. However, things did not exactly go according to plan. Rather than fade away, the story gained more traction as it sparked debate: was this girl a promiscuous tease with her protruding nipples that seemed to scream for attention, or was she completely innocent and being unfairly judged? The debate became polarizing, with the end of the story suddenly seeming nowhere in sight.

The New Authority, acting on advice from executives at the television network, decided to try a new tactic. They decided to put Lekia on television for a prime-time interview. Surely, everyone would see that she is normal and boring. In fact, they would ensure it. They would dress her in conservative clothing, put very little make up on her, hair in a ponytail, and a thick padded bra to ensure those hyperactive nipples stayed well in check. It was the ‘dispel the myth’ theory. She’d come across as a big yawn, and things would return to normal in the five cities.

Lekia was picked up by a police escort at her hotel in Seattle. She had been moved there when the media hype became too much. From there she boarded a heliplane, and with the agility of a helicopter and the speed of an airplane, the heliplane taxied her to the studio in Los Angeles in less than two hours. In the green room, the professionals took over. They needed to make her look as ‘plain Jane’ as possible, dressing her in an off-white blouse, with beige pants. The bra she was made to wear was thick indeed. They rehearsed her to come across as humble and respectful. They told her to answer all questions honestly, but not respond with anything too provocative. Mock interview questions were asked, to help set her at ease. It was also decided in advance that they would not ask her anything about her past relationships, or anything overtly sexual.

The interviewer was none other than TJ Simpson, one of the most senior and respected journalists on the network. On the verge of retirement, he was the perfect choice: no one had more experience.

“Welcome Lekia. As you know, you’ve been quite the media sensation. Why don’t we start by having you tell us more about who you are? Tell us, who is the real Lekia Biggs?”

Lekia had practiced this question in the mock interview. She talked briefly about growing up just outside Seattle, attending local schools, and happy to be a law-abiding and productive member of society. It was boring as hell. Which is exactly what the New Authority hoped it would be. The first part of the interview was going according to plan. TJ however had an agenda. After years of being considered a predictable host, he decided to go out with a bang. He wanted to ask the big money question:

“So tell me Lekia, your body seemed to respond during that now infamous media clip. Why did you react in that way?”

The poor girl was appalled by the question. She blushed deeply. This question had not been asked in the mock interviews. She was very much aware that she was being viewed live on network TV when she delivered her answer:

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s just something that happens. I can’t control it, really. It happens at times.”

“At what times, Lekia?”

She paused. The bright lights of the studio cameras shone brightly onto her face. She was nervous and apprehensive, but she had to say something. In retrospect, she should have answered ‘no comment,’ but the poor girl did not have enough media training to know such a thing.

“I guess when I’m excited. When I feel a thrill, it happens to me. I’ve always been like that.”

To make matters worse, regardless of the thickness of the bra that had been provided to her, there they were again. Those misbehaving nipples had stiffened to Asyalı porno the point where they were visible. It was as if someone had placed two darts under her bra.

Chapter 5. Caught on Film. Any hope that the media frenzy would end anytime soon was gone. The social media channels exploded again, with this new revelation causing an even bigger stir. The executive council at the New Authority was livid. Their ploy had backfired. They immediately gave instructions to the police to arrest both TJ and Lekia for civil disobedience. The pair was taken into custody. For now, each of them were taken to separate locations. Lekia was taken to a special holding unit, not at the official area jail, but instead at the police station itself. They asked her a few questions in an attempt to uncover whether the interview was sabotaged intentionally, or a genuine mistake. She swore none of it was premeditated. Nevertheless, she was remanded in custody until an appropriate interrogation could take place with officials of the New Authority.

That night, well after midnight, a worried and anxious Lekia tried to fall asleep in the strange room. The windows were secured shut. It was hot and humid. The pillow was stiff and smelled musty. Do they change the sheets each night? She longed for her bed. How could this be happening? Had Earth 2.0 gone insane? How did she go from the comfort of her home near Seattle to this? Less than a week ago, none of this nightmare had even started. She wished she could turn back the clock, but it was too late for that. In the morning, she would explain to the New Authority that her answers were simply naïve stupidity, and with a profound apology, they’d surely forgive her. Then, eventually the media attention would die down, and things could return to normal.

She tossed and turned on the hard mattress. They had given her access to her suitcase only to retrieve a nightie and supplied her with a knee-length cotton robe. To her chagrin, the only sleepwear she packed was a sexy baby doll number, hot pink and low cut. Once she had changed into it, they took away the remainder of her clothing and all of her personal belongings. The only blanket they had provided was thick itchy wool, and it was much too hot for that. She curled it up instead and hugged it, trying in vain to fall asleep. It was pitch black in the room. Scary black. She turned the small lamp on. It felt weird to sleep in a lit room, but at least it wasn’t as creepy.

More than an hour later, sleep still eluded the poor girl. She tossed and turned. Unbeknown to innocent Lekia, she was being watched via security cameras by two on-guard duty officers. They were in another room, doing what they did any time a pretty female prisoner was in there: making an illegal digital recording of it. More than one security camera was installed for optimum viewing. Lekia was completely inexperienced with jails or police stations and assumed she had complete privacy.

What could Lekia do, but what she did on other sleepless nights? Her hands started to wander. She needed what she used to jokingly refer to as a ‘sleeping pill.’ There were countless nights when Lekia had given herself a quick little orgasm in the privacy of her own bed. The aftermath would relax her. ‘No one is watching me’ she thought. She untied the bow on the front of her baby doll nightie, and her breasts were now fully exposed. Her left hand began to pull and tug on her nipples, as her right hand travelled down her torso until she found the soft folds of her pussy. She ran her fingertip along the slit. There was a tiny bit of moisture there, as always. She dipped her middle finger inside, gathered some of the wetness and then brought her finger up to the nub, drawing small circles all around it. Her mind wandered as it always did when her fingers were busy. Soon with one hand she was pulling and twisting her own nipples, only stopping to squeeze her own breasts. It was as if she was punishing them for being such troublemakers.

With her other hand, her practiced fingers were now rubbing an increasingly wet cunt. She lifted her knees, spreading her legs, and giving the hidden ceiling camera an unobstructed view of her honey pot. Two fingers were now rubbing directly on the clit, and soon, she was trembling and shaking as an orgasm rocked through her body. She caught her breath momentarily, smelling and then licking her fingers clean. Lekia was no stranger to the sweet scent and taste of herself after such a moment.

One orgasm wasn’t enough for her, so she wondered if another might do the trick. Turning over onto her front, she pulled her knees up under herself, and spread her legs. Lifting her tits up off of the scratchy blanket, she swayed them back and forth. Her nipples were teased over and over again by the rough, prickly wool. She maneuvered her ass up into the air as her fingers travelled down to penetrate her needy pussy a second time; all the while stimulating her nipples with the blanket. Inserting two fingers into her hole, she circled her vagina while the palm of her hand pressed on her clit. She squeezed her whole cunt and moved her fingers to circle her clit, around and around. Faster and faster. It was dripping pussy juice as she brought herself off a second time. Familiar thoughts running through her mind: Mmmm, yes…feels so good, yes!

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I woke.

Slowly I begin to start coming to realise where I am. It is a bedroom I’m yet to be totally familiar with. The bed is new and feels different. The mattress is new along with the sheets which still have the out of the shop freshness. So I’m warm and comfortable and also not alone.

I feel her moved in her sleep rolling onto her side into get comfortable, the covers which rose up from her motion then settled. I can make out a trace of her perfume. I can’t see her face, her hair drifts across the pillow and falls to one side of her neck. The perfume has faded overnight, to become the essence of her. We are warm and dosing in that lovely comfortable snug place which two people experience after they have made love and gone to sleep together. What had I done?

She moved again, her soft naked bum nestles into me. What is about female flesh, when its close and intimate to you? If she was awake I’d say she knew what she was doing to me, but she isn’t just a woman in her sleep.

My arousal grows. I had thoughts of yesterday, what we had done to each other; how it had felt to me, what it was like to watch her at the height of passion climaxing so hard, giving herself to me. My lust grows and it my cock starts to become twitch and tingle. I was enjoyed playing back the visions from my memory from such a short time ago. This makes my cock become fully erect and it nestles between us. This must have just been enough to bring her to a conscious state, but not fully awake. She moves again oh such bliss. Then I felt it, a movement deliberate or not? A minute gentle glide of moist soft heaven across the tip of my hardness. Oh more please. I’m leaking a little from my arousal. She does it again, very slowly, I resisted the urge to thrust upwards and take control. Oh she really means to tease me and is doing it so well. Every time she takes a little longer and my cock a deeper each time. She is very wet, this makes the sliding very smooth and enjoyable. This is subtitle seduction I love it. I fought the urge to move or change the pace of it. Our enjoyment would be better if she controlled it. It finally happens she could hold back no more and slowly the head of my cock push between her lips and onward into her, she envelopes my hard cock. The warm liquid softness of her vagina flowed over me and I was firmly held in place, by a young tight pussy. Neither of us moved or changed the pace we just settled into the feeling of being one together. She sighed in pleasure. This was going to to be a slow gentle start to our love making. The covers moved and more of the essence of woman came to me.

My lips only just moist, found her shoulder, I kissed her rose tattoo, she sighed. Her faint perfume drew me along her neck and with gentle butterfly kisses. Her pussy squeezed me and her hips moved, she squeezed me again and with a firmer purpose now started a slow and deep rotating grind. I slide my tongue under her ear lobe and massaged it with my lips. She groaned. Moving my hand from behind I found her hip and moving slowly I caressed it with little tickles. Then moving up her body I fell down into her waist and up to her breast, firm with turgid erect nipples. Ah the beauty of youth. My hand formed a cup to hold her gently without squeezing. After enjoying the feel in my hand, I slid my palm which had been down allowing the nipple to rest between thumb and finger. I began squeezing and then slowly pulling with a gentle action in time to our thrusting.

She controlled our movement beautifully, her pussy holding and gliding over my cock. Her legs parted and I was held around the base of my cock, she squeezed me with her hand. My cock was taken from inside and directed to pass through her lips over and around her clitoris. My tip wet with our arousal was rubbed cross the little nub which was now enjoying the attention. I groaned, she giggled. Her fingers tickled down my shaft, using her nails she gently played with my balls. I groaned louder, she giggled again. She rolled over onto her back and raises a leg over my hip. She let the softness of her skin massage the side of my leg. I thrust up and slipped back into warmth of her pussy. Using slow long strokes almost coming away from her and parting the lips caressing my tip at every thrust in. I now had access to her breasts. Kissing from the underside caused a pause in our motions. I worked my way up to take her nipple in my lips and sucked. We start moving again, together rolling and grinding, it was a slow natural rhythm which work for us. I reached over her hip with my hand and drifted my fingers through her pubic hair, taking each side of her clitoris between my thumb and finger holding it from either side and massaged it to match our thrusting.

I push forward and upward with hard long strokes, keeping an steady pace, with each inward thrust I squeezed together and pulled downward with my hand. When I felt the urge to go faster I slowed almost to a stop. My turn at teasing. A sudden urgency made her hips lift slightly off the bed and push harder against me. I entered firmly into her and used my pubic area to grind into her mound of Venus. She moaned and bit her hand and pushed into me, I tried to keep up Her hands grabbed the merzifon escort sheet tugging at it. Her head moved up and her breasts pushed upward. I sucked hard on her nipple then using my teeth to make tiny bites. Our hips pushed, ground and rotated together, ‘Oh god yes, yes, yes she moaned.

I felt my climax build from deep inside me, it forces me to thrust hard burying me deep as I can get inside her, it rises and gushes forth; my eyes close, my body shakes, my cock expands and thrust after thrust of pleasure explodes from me. We are together in passion, lust, our bodies have joined together. We sink back onto the bed, hot and glowing, the covers follow, gently settling around us. I’m exhausted. Slowly slip back to reality and she roles into to cuddle me.

What have I done, why did I do it. I have just committed adultery, with a girl almost half my age.

“Good morning” she says “Coffee please.”

“You smell wonderful” I reply.

She pushes my side and giggles”Pleeese?”

“OK I’m going” I manage to get up, pad to the door grab a robe and head down to the kitchen. Everything is still new to me, I’ve only lived in this flat 3 days. The need to make coffee and it takes all my effort with a mind spinning from the last 18 hours. Does she like toast? Yes I’ve seen her eat some late at night. but spread or butter marmalade or honey? I know all this answers with my wife but lady isn’t, is she. What have I done.

The cafetia is filled, toast and honey prepared on a plate and I head to the bedroom with the breakfast tray. She’s sitting up with that just fresh happy look you get after good lovemaking. Was it that? Love making, lust, sex or fucking. What do I say? What do I do now?

We drink coffee and eat the toast. No words said, just a warmth between us. She had a smile and I hoped I looked happy too. The covers flew up in a sudden jerk, followed by

“We need a shower” she said.

It had been my first change I’d made to the flat. The bathroom had been completely changed, out went the old suite replaced by a wet room and overhead shower with body jets in the right places.

“Come on” she said.

I followed that bum across to the door and into the wet room. It had taken time and careful planing to get a good system, with a strong pressure and lots of hot water. The gel dispenser was full and handfuls produced a lovely foamy lather over both of us. Her hand glided around my cock and the blood started to flow, lengthening and expanding it again. I’m 55 for heavens sake once a week is suppose to be my limit. Her breasts felt so smooth and voluptuous with all the soap. I turned her around so she had her back to me. Pushed the body jets on and positioned her so that the lowest jet was spraying on and round her pussy. Then sliding my hand down her body I opened her lips and moved her so that the water was playing over her clitoris. She pushed her hands onto the wall to steady her self. Her orgasm came quickly with a ‘yeeess oh yes.’

She pushed back into me and then went limp, so that had to hold her up.

“Oh I didn’t realise, that’s what they are for” She in a croaky voice.

“Well I just used what was available” was my reply.

She turned took a fresh handful of gel covered her breasts and knelt down. Her breast were the perfect height to place my bobbing cock between. Slowly she massaged me, pushing them together to make smooth slippery a tunnel for my cock. She splurged more gel on, gripped me a gliding heaven and made me come. I ejaculated with four spurts into the valley her boobs made. I staggered back against the wall. “That was beautiful” I gasped.

We washed each other again and with the soap washed away, I rapped her in a big bath sheet, bought for its high quality cotton content and feel. She sighed kissed me and headed back to the bedroom. I stayed to shave when I arrived, she had fresh underwear on and was adjusting her breasts in a lacy black bra. The matching boy shorts looked good as well. I held her in my arms kissed the top of her head

She ran her hand up from my now flaccid penis and through my public hair

“I going to trim you tonight” she announced. Oh so that answered one question, there was to be more and tonight?

“Yes. I’m not a one night stand you know”

“Good I’ll make dinner for 8?

“Yes but we’ll do an hour at the gym first OK?

” Oh goody something to look forward to” I replied.

“I’m finishing at 3 today so I’ll bring a change of clothes with me”

“OK sounds good to me, do you have any stockings?”

“Oh that’s what you like is it. Now let me go, I have to get ready for work”

I departed down stairs for the kitchen. In what seamed like no time at all I was left with a toothpaste flavoured kiss, the haze of fresh perfume and the image of a black ‘Super Dry’ jacket leaving through the front door. What had I done.

I took a new job in a new location not to have affair. It never entered my thoughts I need to make changes, but not at the cost of my marriage. My life had always been stressful working long hours six sometimes seven days with very little time off. The money was mezitli escort good but my quality of life was pretty poor. Then I hit the brick wall and everything stopped. A friend from work rescued me took me home and then the doctor prescribed the pills which make the world a pink and fluffy place. Those lasted a month till I ditched them, I needed to get my mojo back, be me again. Physical exercise was the start of my comeback, walking, running and when the weather was bad using a gym. I recovered and then I moved to this current job away from home but a more relaxed style.

I found a small hotel run by a local couple who welcomed me into their family. They had two daughters who have become friends. One now slightly more. The eldest girl then in her early thirties was pleasant company, pretty and slightly plump, but nothing a bit more exercise wouldn’t shift. She had a smell, her perfume captivated me. I’d had thoughts about her but that’s all they were, a fantasy. Never in a thousand years would I of thought that anything would happen. I had accepted an infrequent sex life with my wife, the mother two my children.

I know this girl quite well; she’s and fun and we enjoy each others company. I still can’t answer the question, Why?. We have known each other nearly five years and never a had an inappropriate remark or gesture.

The job was going well, and I had opportunity to buy a flat. It needed a bit of work, but nothing I couldn’t do. It would keep me occupied in the evenings and at weekends when I didn’t go home. Within a month it was mine and although still at the hotel I started making the changes I planed. I reasoned the bathroom was the best place to start. A good shower in the morning is the best way to start the day. When that was completed, I moved in leaving the hotel and my friends not to far away.

Two days later I got a text ‘Gym tomorrow?’ ‘Yes’ I replied ‘I’ll pick you up.’ ‘No I will’ came back. A bit odd as the gym is in the opposite direction. Then yesterday evening arrived and just after 6 she burst through the door with her usual energy, “Hello” and bags of who knows what

young girls carry. Hand bag, laptop bag, gym bag and that perfume. It wasn’t fresh, she had put it on sometime ago it had matured. It was subtitle and captivating.

She offered a kiss to my cheek. Then announced that she wanted to look around. The flat is on two levels the sitting room and kitchen down and above a fair sized bathroom and one large double bedroom. I’d done nothing to the kitchen except make things work again. The sitting room had a been spruced up with a new thick rug and and an old leather sofa I’d had for years and a trunk as a low table. So not much to see and take in really. We headed upstairs, in the bedroom I’d bought a new solid chunky pine bed with a good firm mattress and a matching chest. The bathroom was finished and I was proud of the work and the effect I had achieved. She walk in and said ‘wow this is really something else’ I smiled and explained all the boring details of what I had done and how.

Then she said something which rocked me back a bit, “That shower looks really sexy, can I try it?”

“What now, I thought we where off to the gym”

“No when we come back”

“Er yes of course you can” I replied. Why, what, how, I was surprised at her forwardness.

I went into the bedroom picked up my gym kit and headed down stairs. Off we went to the gym. We’ve been gym buddies for a few years now. We do warm up and stretch exercises together, then do our own thing for an hour or so .I finished my routine first and after a shower headed down to the reception area for a cool drink of water to wait. It had been a good session I’d pushed hard and this had left me feeling on a high. I planned a pasta supper followed by a DVD on my own, but looks events had changed that. What films did I order, six new ones had arrived yesterday and I hadn’t even unwrapped them, what did I order again, my thoughts drifted. She arrived gliding down the corridor, her skin glowing from the excursion.

“Whoo that was good, come on I need that shower”

“Oh yes right” I said as coming back from who knows where my mind had drifted off to. Outside walking to the car was pleasant. The early evening was still warm and the wind was light not to cooling. The sun which was still just above the horizon, and leaving everywhere lit in a warm orange glow.

The journey back took us just long enough to discuss that pasta for supper would be welcome and what I thought my next project in the flat would be. When we arrived through the door I said I’d make supper and she could use the shower.

‘The Towels and robes are in the cupboard help yourself’ I said to a light blue clad pair of buttocks as they bounced up the stairs. I opened my post, most of it went in the bin. The package with the DVDs contained what I’d ordered. Two of them well they are of an adult nature, so I pushed them back in the package. In the back of an cupboard, yet have a doors fitted was my stock of wine I found a good bottle of Merlot opened it and let it breath. Above I could hear the shower pump was spinning away. I waited until it midyat escort stopped before I started cooking. It’s not gourmet food anyone with half a brain can make a good bowl of pasta.

Her footstep behind made me turn around I hadn’t heard her come down from above so it was quite a sight that I saw. A beautiful young girl fresh from a shower in just a white towelling robe; no make up, no jewellery and no clothes underneath, but just a small application of perfume. Her hair was down just to her shoulders, dark, wet and shining. I don’t think I seen it down very often, it softened her face just curling around the collar of the robe.

“My you look lovely” I said or something similarly corny I reached back to the counter and poured two glass of wine and turned back with them. She leaned forward and kissed me! I don’t mean a peck or a missed placed accidental kiss. This was a soft, warm, tender kiss on my lips. She move closer and hugged me. Nestling into my neck she said “your lovely to”. The wine glasses only just made it back onto the counter in one piece. I folded her into my arms, drawing her in close and we kissed again. Slowly her lips opened and the passion grew. Oh she was so soft, she smelt so feminine. It was gentle and sexy, I didn’t want it to stop, but I’m almost the same age as her father. I calmed it down a little and I just held her in my arms. My mind was spinning what to do? I decided patience was the best course to follow.

“Wine.” I said giving her a glass and moving back to the hob to attend the pan and pasta. She watched me and sipped the wine.

Then “Suppers ready” I announced when I was happy with the texture of the pasta. We moved to the sofa, sat down and started to eat, just grinning at each other.

“What’s happened” I asked.

“Oh you are just make me feel special and I like that”. “You care if I’m aright, always ask how my day was, you ask what I think, you’ve make me feel secure when we go anywhere, holding doors and the like, Your polite to me and don’t swear, and and well that makes me feel special.”

“Thank you I don’t know what to say, Hmm, well you are very lovely girl and deserve to be made to feel special” I took the plates back to the kitchen and served some strawberry sorbet it might cool us down, I thought. When I retuned she was looking through the DVDs which I hadn’t repacked very well.

“Ooh this looks interesting.” She picked up ‘Erotic Short Stories’. It was soft porn I don’t like the hard core stuff.

“Well yes its adult” You know, it has sex scenes in it.” I started to get a bit embarrassed.

“Oh sex, yes I remember that.” “It might give me some ideas” She smiled.

“I don’t think you need ideas young lady” I replied trying to sound like a school master and failing miserably.

I started the film and we settled down to watched it with more wine. The sofa is not large, but comfortable for two. During the first story we slurped the sorbet and she moved closer. The three stories where about the a couples discovering sexual pleasure with each other. It was well shot with good settings, fabulous locations, the actors were beautiful, so really erotic, without being crude. The sex was not graphic close ups, but long shot, staking in the action in a total sexual atmospheric way. I thought it was good and I was starting to get aroused, which I didn’t think she noticed until? She slide her hand cross me onto my thigh and she kissed my neck, obviously getting turned on by what was showing on the film.

As second story closed her hand reached up to my face guiding it towards her to kiss. It was a long soft embrace our stimulation of each other was increasing again. As we parted to draw breath the robe fell open a little more than it had been. I could see her stunningly beautiful young firm breasts high on her chest, no sag or droop. Another kiss and my hand held her breast through the robe. By

gentle squeezing I could feel her nipple was erect and pointed up and out waiting to be caressed. Using the material of the robe I rolled the cloth backwards and forwards and around the hard little nub. Then using my thumb I began rolling across it. I lent down and kissed her neck and she let out a little sigh. So I let my hand wander inside the robe and gently with my hand I held her breast, we continued kissing.

I was lost in this girl. I had no willpower left, she was just washing over me pulling me closer. I couldn’t stop and if I was truthful didn’t want to. She tasted so good. Her skin was like white alabaster smooth and warm. My hand holding her breast felt no weight just silky warm woman. Buy my actions the robe had parted and the most beautiful view of her chest was there for me to see. I was drawn from her neck down the valley to her breast, When I placed a kiss on her nipple she sighed again. I used my tongue to flick across and around the tip then did the same to the other. I reached for the wine took a mouthful and went back to a nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and swirled it around, she giggled and held my head to her. I had to swallow eventually, but another mouthful of wine and over to the other object of my desire. She pushed into my mouth for a similar thrill. I came up to her neck again she looked radiant. The robe was wide open nearly off her shoulders and both breast uncovered. Her checks had the flush brought on by desire, Her eyes appeared so deep and dark.. The wine was finished I got up to find another bottle. but before I could step away she said

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It had been a month since I went to the Club Blue and had my fun, work had gotten the better of my and I saw less and less of Roxxana. Everything seemed to have gotten back to normal. I dreamt of dark rooms, stranger pussies and mouths tormenting me, using me.

I would be fast asleep, and suddenly feel a hand stroking my cock lightly. Feel warm breath on my stomach and hair lightly dragging down to my crotch. My cock welcomed the warmth as it slid in a warm wet mouth, teeth gently raking my skin. I would feel warm soft hands on my balls, massaging as my cock was swished around and around by a warm wet tongue.

The smell of sex, passion, and pussy would waft to me in the darkness. My hands, taken and bound; I would feel the warmth on my palms as a wet pussy would sit just before my hand, forcing my fingers inside. Suddenly, I felt the pressure of someone placing their knees and either side of my head as they maneuvered their pussy just above my mouth. My tongue would reach out, daring to feel for their throbbing clit in the darkness. Tasting her wetness, I would lap at her labia, feeling her shudder against my mouth.

My cock would explode, sending white cream off into the darkness. Orgasmic bliss surrounded me, engulfing me in its warmth, again…the smell of vanilla. I loved being used, just like that; being the toy for some woman’s personal pleasure.

In the morning, I would wake with a smile on my face. Penis hard and begging for action, but smiling. Masturbation in the shower became a regular practice; sometimes I wouldn’t even make it to the shower. Standing in my bedroom at the foot of my bed, cock in hand imagining Roxxana…

Bent over my bed, begging to be fucked, a blue blindfold tied neatly around her head. Bare-naked, I could see her hard nipples, see her glistening pussy, and hear her shallow breaths as she waited to be taken from behind. I enjoyed teasing her, running my finger lightly along her shoulder blade, digging my nail in as I scratched down her spine ending at her perfect little ass crack. She would shiver as I blew warm air on the nape of her neck, letting my cock throb against her side.

Her hips bucked, begging to be penetrated her pussy would drip. My warm tongue would gently tease her as I bent over tasting her moisture. Suddenly, racing up along her slit and running one circle around hr tight asshole. She would moan, pushing back on my face, horniness turning into animalistic craving.

Finally, I would get along behind her, cock in hand and forcefully shove it deep into her dripping snatch. Her juices would explode as I buried my cock deep inside her, running down both of our legs. Her moans, her screams of passion would resonate throughout the apartment as my hand came down loudly clapping her ass cheek. With each spank she would get even louder. My hand grabbed at her hair, yanking her head back, her torso colliding with mine as my other hand reached around to grasp her perfectly perky breast. I would twist and pinch her nipple, some strange dominance coming from me I new existed.

Eventually, my hand would migrate down to her clit, teasing her as I thrusted my hard cock deeper and deeper inside Roxxana. Pushing her forward, I repositioned my cock, sinking it into her wet, tight asshole, pulling her body back up. As my balls slapped her thighs, she flexed her muscles loving ever moment of it. I buried my fingers deep in her pussy as I pulled her wide open with my other hand.

As she came closer and closer to orgasm, I would suddenly push her down on the bed, stroking my cock over her I would shoot my load all over her legs and ass. She would lie silently, still, as I stood up from the bed and walked out of the room. After my shower, I would return to my room, finding it empty just as it was when I left.

I returned home for holidays, it was my first Christmas since moving out of the states. Minnesota was cold, with a -30º wind-chill. I visited family and old friends, many of them commenting how different I seemed. I couldn’t explain it; I hadn’t changed that much in my own mind.

One day while at a bar with friends, I happened upon an old crush from high school. She hadn’t changed much, still looked hot as ever. She was clearly drunk, and acting like a slut all over the bar, dancing on tabled, grinding against anyone and everyone. As I sat there watching, sitting at the table with two of my best friends, she made her way over to us. She pulled my chair out from under the table and began giving me a lap dance.

“Kaitlin, what are you doing?” I asked politely.

“What, are you gay?’ She asked, standing up for a moment. “You don’t feel gay, I’d say ten inches?” She smiled, grinding down on me.

“Well why don’t you let me show you,” I demanded evilly. She didn’t need very long to think about it, flying out of my lap she ran to grab her purse and returned seconds later.

I left my friends at the bar, driving Kaitlin to her apartment. As we entered the front door she unzipped her pants, leaving her silver stilettos on as she clicked across the hardwood floor.

“Are you going Sikiş to show me or what?” She asked drunkenly from the door to her bedroom. I followed quickly, throwing off my shoes on the way. “Mmm John, I have to tell you…back in high school you were always more of a mousy nerd, I wish you were more like this. I probably would have fucked you then,” she smiled sultrily.

She bent over her bed, tugging at her black thong as she exposed her pussy from between her legs.

“Take your shirt off,” I demanded walking to her. I ripped the shirt from her shoulders as she struggled to get it off, exposing her huge tits. They bounced as I threw her down against the bed. She looked up at me, surprised by my newfound dominance.

“Mmm, baby, I love it when you talk so dirty to me,” she smiled, lying on her back. She started to tease her pussy, pulling her thong tight, it slid between her labia pronouncing her hard clit.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” I grinned, “but you are going to have to get my interested first.” I demanded looking down at my stiff penis. She sat up on the bed, scooting to the edge of the bed. She unzipped my pants, and pushed them down to my ankles as she pulled my throbbing penis from my boxers.

“Shaved?” She asked surprised. I had decided to shave ever since the fun with Roxxana. “You’re so fucking huge,” she drooled, contemplating how she was going to fit me in her mouth, finally just deciding to do it. I leaned back as she slid my head into her warm mouth, her fingers gently massaging my balls. The veins in my cock throbbed and thickened with every stroke she took, taking even more and more until half my cock was in her mouth, my hands reaching down to play with her breasts as she sucked.

I pushed her back, tits bouncing as her back hit the bed. Her legs fell perfectly open as she looked up at me innocently. I reached down, ripping her thong from her body, smiling as I heard it tear. The smell of her pussy was intoxicating. This was something I had always wanted, but never dared to go for. She moved up on the bed as I got into position. Lying before her, my tongue slowly began to probe along her thigh, in search of this invigorating scent, like a snake searching for a mouse in the desert.

She shuddered and gasped with each lick, with each caress I moved closer and closer. As I reached her pussy, my left hand reached up between her legs extending my index finger as I licked along her slit. Just as I reached her clit, sucking it into my mouth my finger plunged into her asshole. She moaned and quivered as I licked and sucked. Her pussy exploding and dripping from my lashing, her hands grabbed at my back pulling me in harder.

I sat up, throbbing cock hungry for the taste of her juices. Picking her up and throwing her down on her stomach like she was a rag doll I positioned her ass perfectly. Sliding in behind her, my cock licked at her pussy, rubbing in her juices as they drizzled down her inner thigh as she stood on her knees. I pushed her down onto all fours as I pulled my cock up in my hand, thrusting it just high enough to rub her clit. She screamed and shivered as I thrusted softly, grabbing my thigh with her cold hand.

I pulled back and bore down burying my cock in her waiting pussy, as it lay open for me. The sound of it was enough to make me smile, as my cock sunk into her wet pussy she cried out my name, falling onto her breasts. I held onto her waist keeping her in position. As I thrusted harder and harder she screamed louder and louder, grabbing at the bed sheets and squeezing me from within, her tight pussy was creating a vacuum as I thrusted deeper and deeper.

Flipping her onto her back, I pulled her up putting her thighs against my chest as I thrusted my thick cock into her. Feeling her g-spot rub against my shaft as I slowly shoved my cock deeper and deeper inside her tight snatch. She moaned and screamed, and fought against me as I forced her closer and closer to cumming. Finally, she flung back against the bed, convulsing in strong orgasmic pleasure. Her pussy squirted and spurted as she bounced on the bed, her breasts giggling with every movement.

Sitting up, she took my cock in her mouth, sucking and licking it. She smiled tasting her juices as she massaged my shaft. I pulled my cock out as I shot my load on her face. Watching as her surprised face as my cum ran down her chin, dripping onto her bare breasts. She smiled as she laid back in the bed, happy we had done it. She drifted off to sleep, I looked back…in disbelief I had finally done it. Then walked out the door, leaving her naked and alone.

I returned to Amsterdam after the holidays, nothing much had changed there. Work was still work. Roxxana seemed happy and chipper as always. Walking around with her office suit, hiding how much of a sexual freak she truly was with her innocent façade.

“How was your holiday?” She smiled, pulling her head out of the fridge, a blue Tupperware container in hand.

“Pretty uneventful,” I lied. If only she knew the truth. “How about you?” Tecavüz porno I smiled, wondering how freaky she really got.

“Oh, I went to a fun little retreat with some friends. Have you ever been?”

“To a retreat? No, not in Europe anyway,” I smiled, curious as to what kind of activity she was actually talking about…

Walking around the bar, Roxxana looked around seeing masked man after masked man, wondering…hoping one of them was her friend from before. She couldn’t keep her gaze from all of their swollen peckers, as she walked around noticing all the beautiful men and women, just wanting to be fucked once!

Walking into the bathroom, Roxxana stood in the mirror, primping herself. Checking out her breasts, rubbing her wet clit for just a second. All the sexual tension was driving her wild. Suddenly, something caught her eye in the mirror. Behind her on the wall was a small hole. Walking over to it, Roxxana got down on her knees peering through it she found a room full of gyrating bodies; men and women all participating in sweaty, sexy, orgasmic bliss. Suddenly, someone stood on the other side of the hole. Roxxana watched as a man shoved his hard throbbing cock through the hole.

She looked down, strangely turned on by his penis. She licked it gently, teasing him. Watching as it throbbed, Roxxana wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking it slowly. She dripped some spit into his shaft, lubricating his massage. She bent over, sucking his head into her mouth as her fingers migrated to her pussy, feeling her wet and hard clit. Deep throating his cock, Roxxana felt as he struggled against the wall, quickly coming closer and closer to orgasm.

With a few more tugs, she pulled back watching with excitement as the strange man exploded; his cock shooting its load all over her as she leaned back fingering herself wildly. Roxxana stood up, taking a few moments to compose herself. She looked in the mirror, smiling at her horny naked reflection, then walked out of the bathroom.

***

During the day, I had been fixing a bunch of computers. Apparently, somebody decided to get a virus before we all left for vacation and during the break all the computers were infected. So I sent out a server-wide message asking everyone to schedule a time for me to check their computer out. I was excited when I got Roxxana’s response.

As I walked into her office, she eyed me from behind her desk, smiling widely.

“I’m leaving early today, so I figured you could have a look at my computer. It’s been acting kinda funny,” she smiled sheepishly. “I wonder if someone was searching porn or something.”

“You know, having looked through so many of the computers in the building, I wonder HOW people get this much porn on their computers. There are some definite freaks in the building,” I smiled comfortingly. She blushed and looked down at her feet, silently. “Don’t worry, I’m sure it’s just a small bug. Probably something from an email or something like that. I’ll have you fixed up by tomorrow morning. Ok?”

She smiled, leaning in she kissed my cheek. “I don’t know what the company would do without you,” she smiled again, leaning back. The scent of vanilla caught my nose, dragging me after her. “I’m off now, I have an appointment to get my hair done. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she smiled, and ran off.

I sat down to her computer, remembering that night that now seemed so long ago. Right here was where she masturbated so many times. I wondered how many times she had done it since then. As I dug through her files I found something very interesting. A posting she had made to craigslist…

Looking for a great time, I am a young blond woman who is up for anything, the freakier the better. Anal, oral, BDSM, I like it all. Email me with a picture and we’ll set something up. But email quick, my schedule is filling up.

My cock raced to life as I read this. Thoughts and plans, I could really have fun with her. But how? After leaving work that night I stopped at a sex shop on the way, picking up a whip, lube, and some handcuffs. As I was sitting and the counter, the lady behind the counter smiling at me, a mask caught my eye. It was simple, but perfect; a simple black mask, wings reaching down to the chin it would cover most of my face but still allow me clearance to eat her sweet pussy. I bought it without hesitation.

As soon as I got home, I quickly took a few nude shots of myself in the mask. Checking them for perfection as I uploaded them to my computer. I did a simple focus trick and faded the background; it looked like a very nice professional nude, but of ME! I couldn’t believe it as my fingers flew to life, finding the listing and responding quickly. As I sat there at the computer, it took what seemed like hours for her to respond. It was quick and certain.

Come to my place, the front door will be open. I will be blind folded and naked. Tell the doorman you’re here to see Roxxana, he’ll take care of the rest. I’m waiting, don’t make me wait too long, please…I need you inside me.

I Travesti porno grabbed my bag of goodies and ran out the door. As my car flew down the road plans jumped into my mind. I was nervous, but so excited. I wanted to see that slutty side of her yet again. I yearned for it, to make her mine once more.

I pulled up to her apartment, surprised by how nice it really was. Though I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised, the company paid really well. As I walked up to the doorman, he smiled at me. Realizing I had my mask on, I went to take it off.

“Don’t worry, I know you’re here for Roxxana,” he smiled.

“You get this a lot, I suppose.” I laughed, nervously.

“Actually, you’re the first. She was just very clear what she was hoping for. Go right on up,” he held the door open for me.

As I walked through the lobby to the elevator, many people turned to eye me. I couldn’t blame them; if I had seen a strange man with a masquerade mask on I might be a little curious too. Standing in the elevator, I thought about what I would say to her, trying not to talk to much…by now I was sure she would recognize my voice.

The door was unlocked, as I pushed open her door the smell of vanilla wafted to my nose. My cock immediately rushed to life, throbbing against my leg. Checking my mask in the mirror, I put down my bag.

“Hello?” I called innocently.

“I’m in here,” I very different voice called to me. I turned quickly, surprised by the sultriness. Pulling my bag alongside me, I walked down her stone hallway. Finding her bedroom door wide open. “I hope you shut and locked the door after you, I wouldn’t want this to become a threesome.” She giggled.

“Yes you would,” I demanded, knowing how much of a slut she truly was.

“You’re right, but not tonight.” Lying bare in bed, she called up to me. Blindfolded she could not see what she was in for.

“Are you ready for a fun night?” I asked, grinning.

“I hope so,” her hand reached down to her bare pussy, teasing herself.

“You are such a dirty girl,” I watched with enjoyment as she rubbed at her clit. “But that won’t be allowed tonight,” I cracked the whip.

“Oh?” she grinned, pulling her pussy apart exposing her clit to the warm vanilla air that filled the room. I cracked the whip, this time on the bed next to her. She jumped in surprise. “I’m sorry!” She shouted. “I just got so horny waiting for you, blindfolded, and alone…naked.” She started to caress her body; my cock began pounding against my thigh.

CRACK! I snapped the whip on her thigh, leaving a bright pink mark.

“OUCH! What the fuck?!” She screamed.

“Now, are you ready. You will call me master. Take off your silly blind fold, see your master, know your master.” I demanded. She sheepishly pulled the blindfold from her eyes, afraid of what she might see. I stood before her, black tux, black masquerade mask, and whip.

“Yes master, I will obey,” she got up on her knees, shaking with fear.

“You are right to fear me,” I grinned. “But you will also know my pleasurable side. Prepare to know the most pleasure you have ever felt in your life.” I stepped closer to the bed. “You have a balcony, yes?” I demanded.

“Yes,” she looked down at my crotch; the bulge was clearly visible.

“Take me there,” I demanded, walking along behind her.

Her ass was perfect, gliding from side to side as she walked, her bare feet pattering on the floor. She left the lights off as we walked out into the cold dark night.

“I want you to fuck yourself,” I told her in the darkness. “I want to see you squirm as you start to cum. I want to HEAR you scream as you do cum,” I handed her a vibrator I had purchased, just for this occasion.

“Right here?” She asked, bashfully.

“You act like such a slut, yet you are truly such a prude. Tonight, I will bring out your true nature,” I cracked the whip one more time.

She took a seat on her patio chair, spreading her legs. Caressing her soft, warm body, she started to breathe shallowly eyes closed clearly imagining something.

“I want you to stand up,” I demanded. She did as I said very quickly. As she leaned against the railing, exposing her bottom to the world, I watched grinning evilly. Her feet started to quiver as she got more and more turned on. “Turn around,” I rushed to her, forcing her around pressing my hard cock to her ass.

She gasped, feeling the cold of the metal railing against her stomach. I pressed in harder; sure she could feel my penis as it throbbed against her butt cheek. I grabbed the vibrator from her hand, pulling it along behind her. I turned it on, feeling the vibration in my hand as I pushed it nearer and nearer to her body. Bending her over the railing, I reached down, running the vibrator between her legs. She quivered as it touched her clit, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Digging in my pocket, I pulled out a small bottle of warming lube. I opened it with my teeth, and then drizzled it down her ass crack watching as it ran down reaching her asshole and continuing to her pussy. She continued rubbing, rubbing faster and faster. I heard her moan, the pleasure of her hand and now the warming lube was enough to take her over the edge. When suddenly, I sunk the vibrator in her waiting asshole her body shot straight up, pressing back against me she pushed the vibrator deeper inside herself.

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I’d known I wanted to have sex since I was 12. However, with me the gap between wanting and doing was about as wide as any adolescent could make it. Even through college my sole sexual experience was with my left hand. There were no girls at the men’s college I went to, and at the mixers I never got much more than a sweet kiss. After graduation I got a job in New York City and was really on my own, with an apartment and some money, I decided that I had to start living.

I took an evening assertiveness training class and learned one major truth: it is easy to get where you want if you ask.

Harriet and I worked in the same ad agency, me in graphics, she in creative. While we weren’t on the same end of the floor, we met occasionally in the lunch room. A couple of times we stood in line at the microwave and exchanged small talk.

At the weekly accounts meeting, my boss said he was shifting me to a message campaign.

“The account needs quick response, and that’s your strength,” he said. “It’s going to be an evolving campaign, so you and the creative team will have to work quickly when the time comes. There’s already a creative team in place. I want you to make this campaign sing!” He always talked that way but he was serious.

Harriet was the head of the creative team. She outlined the problem.

“The client wants subway ads, but what she needs is a print campaign. The budget is the same but media buying gets us more eyeballs for a lot less money in the free weeklies than in the subways, because they deliver the target more efficiently. So we can spend some of the budget on a rough-and-tumble PR person.”

It took her almost two weeks to convince the client, but she came around. The PR guy got the client the free press that set up the print ads, and we had a winner.

The night we finished the last ad, everybody crashed and went home, except Harriet and me.

“Man, that was rough,” she said. “Let’s relax tonight. I’ll buy dinner and you can do the movie.” She knew that I was new to the city while she was a native. Since she had worked at the agency for three years to my eight months, she also knew I made less money. I was grateful, both for the attention and for the split.

The conversation at dinner wandered from business to my newness in New York. By the end of the meal she had volunteered to show me around the “real” New York, the neighborhoods, the jazz clubs, and the little theaters.

The next two Saturdays she wore me out going from museums to galleries to theatres. I learned the difference between the East Village and the West Village, the East Side and the West Side. She always made a point of ending the day with my buying us dinner at a small, inexpensive ethnic restaurant.

On the third Saturday we ended up in a Greek restaurant in her neighborhood. As we got up to leave, I asked her if I could go to her apartment. A soft expression came over her face and she said, “You’re a nice guy and if I weren’t gay I’d like to have a relationship with you.”

I was stunned, both by her directness and by the concept of a woman homosexual, which was not something I’d even ever thought about.

“But we’ll go there and talk.”

She had a nice two-bedroom place in an expensive building. Plied by drambuie and kind but persistent probing, I unburdened myself about my life, a conversation I’d never had outside the walls of my head. Before long I was telling her everything about my not-so-interesting past and my yearning to start living, including having a relationship, love, melikgazi escort and sex.

I finished up in a flourish.

“Since you like women,” I said, “will you to teach me about how to attract and please a woman?”

“That’s so sweet, but how I attract a woman and how a man attracts a woman are two very different things.

“But I like the idea of being your cicerone. It would be a real challenge. So many men are pigs about how they approach and treat women, gay or straight.

“How can I help?” she mused, out loud but to herself. She straightened herself on the couch and leaned back.

“My personal history may get in the way. When I was in college, I struggled about whether I was gay or not, I had sex with two guys. There was the thrill of the chase and the giving in, but ultimately I didn’t find it fulfilling. Only with another woman have I really begin to know my body and find enjoyment in pleasuring and being pleasured.”

“Look,” I said, “consider me an act of charity if you want to, but I’ve got nowhere else to turn. I’ve gone to bars, attended college alumni mixers, wandered through the big museums looking like I cared. I appear needy, and I am, but I don’t know what to do.” This was the boldest I’d ever been.

“Let me think about it. Pencil me in for your place on Saturday after lunch. I’ll let you know by Wednesday if I think I can do it.”

She arrived around 2, armed with a shopping bag. She explained that she had thought a lot about what I needed to know and how she was going to teach me.

“Let’s get started. Take off your clothes.”

While this was the opening scene of one of my fantasies, it quickly dissolved as she made it clear that I was the only one getting naked. I stripped and she looked intently at me, walking in a circle around me.

“You don’t take very good care of your presentation,” she said. “You have a nice enough body but your pubic hair is overgrown, your pits are raggedy, and you need to keep your beard and head trimmed better. Also, change your underarm deodorant.”

She took a bedsheet out of her bag, spread it on my bed, and brought out a pair of barber scissors and a comb.

“Lay down,” she commanded. Harriet then proceeded to correct all the hair imperfections she had noticed. I got an erection, which she completely ignored, and it went away.

As she barbered me, she kept up a running commentary, telling me that a woman makes decisions about her companion from the beginning.

“No one’s perfect, except in our ads, right? And we know how much trouble we go to airbrush out any imperfection. Your responsibility is to take advantage of what you have and package it in the most appealing way you can.

“Okay, now get dressed.”

She checked out my closet and dismissed most everything in it except for my jeans.

“I’ve made a list of important characteristics and rated you honestly. Your conversational skills are good. Your posture is excellent. Your manners are excellent. Your work habits are good, though you keep a messy desk. But your self-confidence is weak.

“You can’t have self-confidence if you don’t have experience. From what you told me the other night, you have little experience with women and what you have had was pretty lame.

“Soooooo,” she strung it out, “I’m going to assume that you need to start all over again, as though you are in junior high school.

“Which means learning how to kiss.”

I had assumed that we would not be getting physical, but menemen escort that turned out to be wrong. She sat down next to me on the bed and told me to kiss her the best way I knew how. I started out with a lip lock, sucking in. She said that was fine. Then she kissed me on the neck, flicked my ear lobe with her tongue, and returned to my lips and stuck her tongue in my mouth! I responded with my tongue and we tongue-wrestled.

“You’re an okay kisser,” she said. “Now I want you to undress me.”

As my hands rushed to unbutton her work shirt and yank it out of her pants, she smacked me on the side of my head.

“No!” she said sharply. “You have to do everything slowly, lovingly. This isn’t a race. By the time you’re taking a woman’s clothes off, you can be sure she’s willing to have you. Here, I’ll show you” and she reached over and started unbuttoning my shirt.

She started slowly, opening the top two buttons, then brushed her lips across my chest.

“Take every chance to make light, soft contact.”

When she had all the buttons undone, she gently lowered my pants. She didn’t stop there and took her time to finish undressing me, down to my briefs. Of course by then my erection was in full flower and I was shaking like a leaf in the wind.

“Finish me,” she said. I bent down and removed her shoes and socks and started to stand up.

“Touch me slowly as you move around my body,” she said, and pushed me back down. I put my hands lightly on her left leg and slowly moved up to her waist. Then I undid her jeans and let them drop to the floor.

“Lower my pants by yourself and kiss my legs as they go down,” she said. “Take your time, a girl wants to be touched constantly. Do it again.”

I pulled her jeans up, buttoned the top and rezipped them. Then I started again, taking the time to caress her ass, her belly, and her legs as I slid them down to the floor. I kissed her inner thighs as I stood up, slowly this time. I repeated the process with her panties. Then she slowly removed my briefs, absently touching my thighs.

After a glance to review the results of her barbering, she turned to her bag and brought out a pastel-colored cylinder.

“I like to have my lover use this. I’ll show you how.”

For the next two hours I learned how to move the dildo all over her, around her pussy, even into her. She brought out some oils and had me rub them all over her as I moved the dildo. I was erect for the first half hour but then lost it, since she offered no attention to me, just told me where to put the dildo and rub the oil, so that SHE felt good. I learned how to kiss and touch everything she had, front and back. She told me both times that she had an orgasm.

It was after six when she made her announcement.

“You’re as far along as I can take you. You’re going to be a great lover of women.” I was exhausted.

I had gotten everything I had asked for and had no claim to anything more. But here I was naked with a woman to whom I had delivered a great deal of pleasure and she seemed indifferent to anything I might want.

I lay down next to her, hips to hips. She started to pull away but I grabbed her around the waist.

“I want you to teach me the only thing I don’t know! I want to have a complete education.”

“I never said I’d do that,” she said flatly. “I told you, I tried it with guys five years ago and it didn’t do anything for me.”

“Well, how about something short of fucking? We can do oral sex.” She inhaled meram escort deeply, then exhaled.

“All right.”

Since we were both naked, and she had all that oil on, we started out with my tongue and finger replacing the dildo. After what seemed like an eternity of my tonguing her, with her telling me where to suck and play, she grabbed my head with her thighs, moaned loudly, bucked like she had when she had her first two orgasms, then gradually relaxed.

“My turn now,” I said. She got up slowly and reached for the oils. She rolled me over and oiled my back, then my butt, even into my asshole.

Suddenly I felt the dildo.

She was ass-fucking me! I tried to pull away but she sat on me, twisting one arm behind my back to secure me. She worked the dildo around and around, in and out, keeping me pinned despite my best efforts to get away.

Finally she pulled it out and deftly lept off my back. I started to roll over but I was so sore I had to lay on my side. She smiled very wickedly.

“I’m not done yet, buster,” she said. Well, I was, but she darted out of range, grabbed for the shopping bag, and produced a small box of condoms and a tube of KY jelly.

“Since you know how it feels to get it from behind, now you’re going to give it from behind.” I stopped being angry for the assault and started getting hard.

She grabbed my erecting cock and stroked it a couple of times until it was solid, then rolled a condom into it and lubed it up pretty good.

“Lube my ass inside, not just on the outside,” she instructed, as she lay face down on the bed. I probably used half the tube and put my middle finger inside her all the way, and she said that was enough.

“I’m going to kneel and you’re going to get between my legs and kneel too.” As I moved into position she reached around her hips and grabbed my cock. She pulled me into position and shoved herself onto me.

I was amazed how smoothly it went in. “Slide in and out,” she said, and I did, slowly at first, and when I started to go faster she stopped me. Four times she had me speed up a little bit, then slow down a little bit. After about 30 strokes of this I couldn’t contain myself.

“Look out, look out, I’m going to cum, I’m cumming, I’m cummming!” and I did.

I collapsed onto her and we fell onto the bed. She easily slid me off to the side and shifted to face me. I tried to kiss her but she wouldn’t let me.

We lay there, breathing hard, and I dozed. I woke to her removing the condom from my limp cock. When she saw I was awake, she made an exaggerated show of tying the open end in a knot and putting it in the small brown bag that the box of condoms had come in. Then she brought out another condom.

“It’s BLOWJOB time,” she said, like she was announcing a prize fight. She stimulated me and I soon got hard. She rolled the condom on in an exaggerated way and sat next to me.

Alternately stroking me and bending to put her mouth on me, Harriet went on for what must have been 15 minutes, knowing somehow when I was getting really excited, until she said “are you ready?”

I sure was, so she really got on me and went up and down. I thrust my hips in reciprocal motion, just like when I was in her ass.

“Oh man, oh man, this is it, I’m cumming, I’m cummming, oh, here it is,” and I did it again.

By then it was close to 10. Harriet packed her shopping bag and allowed me to take her to dinner.

“How can I thank you enough for this? I won’t leer at you at work, but I won’t be able to forget what happened.”

“Oh, by Monday you’ll be able to walk straight,” she said, and laughed, since I had been somewhat shaky in the apartment.

When we finished the meal she gave me a sweet peck on the cheek.

“Don’t worry. You know what to do. There are a lot of your kind of fish in the sea.”

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You arrive by taxi at the address that I gave you. The house is large and almost dark – there is one small light visible over the front door. The taxi leaves and you head up to the door.

As instructed, you open the door and find yourself in a small entry way. You close the door behind you and hear the lock click. There is a small screen in front of you with a speaker. A voice, altered so you can’t identify it, says simply

‘Yes?’

‘I am here as instructed’ you reply.

‘Move closer to the camera with your identification.’

You move towards the small camera mounted in the wall and hold your drivers license next to your face as you had been told.

‘Why are you here?’

‘To serve.’

‘And you know what it means to serve here?”

‘Yes’ you reply.

The voice says ‘tell me.’

You do not respond immediately.

‘If you do not respond immediately, we will believe that you are not here of your free will and you will not be permitted inside.’

You respond quickly.

‘I am here to serve in anyway that I may. I understand that I will be used in a sexual manner but both men and women. I will be displayed and bound, and will have no control. I may be beaten.’

‘And is this something you do freely?’

‘Yes’

‘And do you understand that this is being recorded as proof of your consent?’

‘Yes, I understand.’

‘Remove your clothes and place them on the shelf to your left. Once you have done so, you may enter.’

You quickly remove your clothes and place them neatly on the shelf along with your identification. You enter through the small door. As it closes behind you, you hear the lock click loudly. The sound has the intended effect.

The room is dark except for one light on the ceiling creating a small circle of light on Porno 64 a pillow.

‘Kneel’

You comply.

You are blindfolded.

You feel the collar, thick leather, around your neck. It is tight, forcing your head up high and making it just a little bit hard to breath. Your hair is pulled back into a tight pony tail high on your head so only the very tip of your hair caresses your back.

You are pulled up to your feet, not roughly but clearly with a purpose.

A leash is clipped to your collar and you are led forward. Blindfolded, you follow haltingly. You are stopped in front of a door, it opens and you enter.

Your arms are pulled over your head, wrapped in leather, clipped together and attached to a rope from the ceiling. You feel yourself being stretched as your feet leave the floor and you dangle by your wrists.

You do not know how long you have hung by your wrists but the burning in your shoulders has faded into the background. You remain blindfolded but hear someone approach and feel yourself being lowered.

Your legs are spread and you feel something being inserted into both your pussy and your ass. Your legs are pulled back together as you continue to be lowered. Your feet are held together and, as you are lowered, you feel your body being slid into something that is tight to your skin. As you are lowered you feel this sleeve slide up over you ankles and calves, tight to your thighs and up over your hips. Your feet touch the floor and you are laid out flat on the floor, your legs already encased in the sleeve.

Your arms are unbound and pulled down to your sides. The body sleeve is pulled up over your arms and chest to your shoulders. You feel a mouth piece – something like a scuba mouth piece – being inserted into Porno 92 your mouth as the body sleeve is pulled up over your head.

You are rolled over on to your stomach as the sleeve is fastened in the back.

You are now completely encased from head to toe, your arms bound at your side. You are blindfolded and the hood of the body sleeve covers your ears so you can hear almost nothing. Your nose is covered as well. You can breath through the mouth piece which is your only interaction with the world.

You feel yourself start to sweat and feel your sweat pooling inside the slick body sleeve which you now realize is rubber. The suit is tight enough that you can be lifted using rings attached to the side of the suit. When this is done you are suspended, almost flying, and do not feel where the ropes are attached there are no pressure points, the force is evenly spread across your body.

You feel yourself suspended, head up, to something that rolls as you are transported out of the room to where, you do not know.

Encased in the full body rubber sleeve you are rolled into an elevator and feel yourself going down. The door opens and you are rolled out. You feel yourself being moved and hear voices around you but cannot understand what is being said.

You are lowered and feel your toes, pointed inside of the sleeve, enter water. It is warm, not hot, as you are lowered deeper and deeper into the water. You feel it rise across your thighs and hips, belly and chest and over your heard. You are now completely submerged. You draw your breath through the mouthpiece which has obviously been attached to a hose outside of the water. The sensation of isolation is complete – you are suspended in water well over your head, floating without the ability to hear or Pornolar porno see, and can feel nothing except for the rubber body sleeve against your skin. Soon, you do not even feel this, you feel nothing except your skin.

You remain submerged for you do not know how long. You feel the vibrator in your pussy start to move, slowly at first. It is not vibrating as a normal vibrator would, but is slowly rotating inside your pussy, exploring the insides of your pussy. It twists as it rotates, changes shapes expanding and contracting, reaching deeper inside of you. You feel the movements inside of you and transmitted to your clit by the rubber sleeve and the surrounding water. Shortly, the vibrator in your ass also starts to move, expanding stretching your ass, moving deeper inside of you as it opens you wider and wider.

You are floating in the warm water, completely encased in rubber, suspended, filled, reveling in the sensations when your air is cut off. You feel your lungs strain for air and try to struggle. You cannot move, completely encased in the rubber sleeve, you are helpless. As you start to feel light headed, the air is restored and you breath deeply your chest straining against the rubber that encases you.

The vibrators inside of you change – you feel something, but at first you can’t tell what it is. There are small shocks, almost like static electricity, coming from the vibrators in both your pussy and your ass. The shocks increase in intensity until you draw a deep, sharp breath from the pain. In the middle of this breath, the air is cut off again and the shocks inside your pussy and ass increase in intensity.

You quiver, suspended in the water, feeling yourself getting more and more lightheaded, almost fainting from the combination of the sensation inside your pussy and the lack of air, when the air is restored.

This goes on for how long you do not know. You feel your sweat rolling off of you and coursing through the rubber suit, feel your body tense and release from the shocks and twitching of the vibrators and lose all track of time and fall asleep, suspended in the water.

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We were announced that the anniversary party of our company was due in 2 months. The announcement was made about the 2nd week after our vacation. All the employees were excited about it as everyone knew that the party would be held in grand scale. Usually, everyone attended the party with their partners, so I didn’t attend the previous year’s party as I couldn’t find a date for it. But this time the story was different. I was looking forward to go to the party with Melinda.

She looked concerned when I revealed the news about the party. She sent Sara to her room as she had finished the dinner and turned to me, “Honey, I’m so glad that you want to take me to your party. But don’t you remember what I told you before we started everything? What if there is someone who knows me as Maria? You’ll be humiliated in front of everyone and I won’t be able to bear it. So, I think it’s better for you to go alone for it rather than getting humiliated.”

I pulled my chair close to her and held her hands. “Sweetie, I know about you and I don’t care what the others say. Let them go to hell with it. So, either we go to the party together or I won’t be attending the party at all. Are we clear?”

“Oh Shaun please understand me baby. I’m not telling you to go alone because I don’t love you. I love you and care about you so much. I know it is so important to you to attend this event. So please go to it alone,” Said Melinda.

I wasn’t going to give up that easily. I had to think about a better way to persuade her to go to the party. So we ended the conversation for the day.

I thought about it for the next few days. But nothing came up to my mind. About a week later, Clair, one of my co-workers came to the office. But she looked different and I couldn’t identify her at first. She had dyed her black hair to blonde. Then it dawned to me that if I can get Melinda’s hair dyed and use a different colored contact lens, she would look different too. I went home that evening and told Melinda about it. “You don’t give up easily. Do you?” She laughed.

“Never. Especially when it is about you,” I said and kissed her. We discussed about it and after much consideration she agreed to dye her hair in blonde and use blue color contact lenses.

Days turned into weeks and the party day arrived. Melinda was passing the 7th month of the pregnancy. So we were careful when choosing a dye for her. She looked completely different after dying and using the contact lenses. Even Sara couldn’t identify her mom.

I had another plan in my mind. I wanted to propose her to marry me. I wanted to make it special and there won’t be many better places than the office party with most of my work colleagues. So I bought a gold ring with a small diamond and kept it in the pocket of my jacket.

Melinda looked really classy and stunning on when she got dressed for the party. I wore a tuxedo and she was wearing a red color long V-neck dress. We called a baby sitter to look after Sara while we were at the party.

I was so excited to go to the party as I had never attended it. Also it’d be the first time my co-workers were going to meet Melinda. She too was excited to meet my co-workers and also quite nervous.

Even at the hotel, she was holding my hand tightly when we were entering the hall. “I’ve never attended to a party like this,” She whispered.

“Don’t worry. You’re going to turn so many heads in your first party,” I replied.

“I’m pregnant and fat. No one will look at me,” She said.

“See that for yourself,” I said and entered the hall.

Most of my co-workers had attended before us and they were chatting with each other. My best friend Nathan was the first one to notice us. He came to us with his girlfriend. “I thought you might not be attending the party this time too,” He said and turned to Melinda. “You must be Melinda, Shaun’s girlfriend whom he can’t stop talking about.” She blushed after hearing that.

We talked with several of my friends and then I met my boss. Melinda looked shocked as she saw my boss. “Jason please, I can’t meet him.” She pleaded.

I knew the reason why she refused to meet him. But I reassured her, “C’mon babe, don’t be nervous. I’m sure no one will recognize you. How can anyone recognize you when even I can’t recognize you.”

Finally, she had to come with me to meet the boss. Luckily, he couldn’t recognize her as she had changed her hair color and contact lenses.

Then the band started to perform. Some couples joined the dance floor. Melinda refused to dance as she was feeling tired even after doing a very little work. So she started to chat with some of my female co-workers while I went to the bar to have a beer. I saw Matt, one of my junior staff members sitting with the ladies and he was paying some attention towards Melinda. She too was talking with him in a friendly manner. It looked like she was rejecting an mut escort offer from him.

I quickly went to the band and asked them to play a slow romantic song next and then have a little pause before starting the one after that.

I went to Melinda and kissed her head. “Hey babe, what’s going on?” I asked not caring about Matt being there.

“Matt asked me to dance with him. But I refused,” She said.

“But you have to dance with me this time. I promise you, it won’t be long and you won’t feel any discomfort,” I asked as I wanted to propose her at the end of a song, in front of everybody.

Melinda slowly got up as the band started the slow romantic number I asked. We joined the dance floor and swayed to the music as she couldn’t do anything more with her belly. We were looking into each other’s eyes with so much love as the song was being played.

I went down on one knee as the song was finished and took the box out of my pocket. “What are you doing?” She was confused.

“I’ve wanted to ask this from you for a long time. But I was waiting for the right time and now I know the time is always right with the right person.” I was looking straight at her eyes and she looked absolutely shocked. “Melinda Jones, will you make me the happiest man on earth?” I asked and opened the box letting her see the Diamond ring inside. She was covering her mouth with both of her hands and tears of joy were running down her pretty cheeks.

She shook her head in affirmation and “Yes, yes, yes,” was all she could tell. Then I took her left hand and carefully put the ring around her ring finger. I heard a loud round of applause and I could see everyone looking at us and applauding. Both of us blushed after seeing the reaction of my co-workers. I got up from my position and kissed my fiancée for a long time.

Then my friends gathered around us and wished us good luck. We thanked them all and I escorted Melinda to a seat. She sat on the chair and she looked happier than ever. It looked like she was glowing from happiness. I sat next to her and held her hand. She looked at me. “I… I.. I never thought a moment like this would happen to me.” She was speechless.

“Shh… Babe, just enjoy the moment,” I said and kissed her again. This time it was more passionate and sensual than before. My tongue roamed in her mouth for a very short time and I felt my cock getting harder by each passing second.

“Fuck, Melinda I need you. Let’s go home,” I suggested. I would’ve fucked her at a wash room or the car park if she wasn’t pregnant. But, I wasn’t going to make my pregnant fiancée tired by taking her in such an uncomfortable place.

“What about the party? Don’t you want to stay till the end?” She asked.

“Fuck the party. I want you more than anything now,” I said and got up.

I just said “good night” to some of my colleagues and to my boss and told them that Melinda was feeling uncomfortable when they asked about us leaving early.

Melinda was rubbing my hard on gently all the way to our home. I thought I was going to cum in my pants. But she knew exactly how to keep me on the edge without taking me to the climax. It was very hard to focus on the road while my sexy fiancée was rubbing my cock over my clothes. Somehow I managed to drive the car home without facing any accident.

I swept her feet off the ground in the elevator and carried her to our apartment without listening to her protests. Melinda had to open the door with her key as I couldn’t open it. Sara had gone to sleep as it was quite late. We paid the baby sitter and I carried Melinda to our bedroom as soon as the babysitter left.

“Baby wait, I want to check on Sara before anything,” Melinda said.

Both of us went to her room. Sara was sleeping peacefully under the covers. Melinda kissed her forehead and whispered, “Good night baby girl. Mommy loves you so much.”

I also rubbed her head, “Good night little angel.”

I carried Melinda to the bedroom and laid her at the center of our queen sized bed very carefully. I removed my jacket and she said, “Don’t. Please let me do it.”

I removed my shoes with the pair of socks and knelt on the bed as she too knelt on it with my support. First she removed the bow tie. Then she unbuttoned my shirt one by one teasingly. I was looking at her. She saw it, but only smiled at me. “Fuck, this woman was going to tease me until I lose control,” I thought.

I bent my head down and kissed the side of her neck making her moan. “Aaahhh…” I kept kissing her neck and shoulders. She tried to pull away, but I held her in position and continued my loving assault on her.

She finished unbuttoning me and I got rid of my shirt. Then she unbuckled my belt and in no time my pants came off leaving me only in my boxers. “You look more handsome than ever,” She whispered.

I slipped her dress from her shoulders. With a single swift motion, the dress was on the bed reveling her ripe breasts. I was so turned on at that moment. I quickly got rid nazilli escort of my boxers too and pulled down her panties. “I want to fuck you right now,” I whispered.

She smiled naughtily and got on her hands and knees showing her wonderful ass to me. I placed some pillows under her belly to ease the discomfort to her belly. I positioned myself behind her and aimed my cock at her pussy. I rubbed the cock head along her slit making her hornier and beg for my cock. “Shaun please, give me your cock baby. I can’t take your torture anymore,” Melinda was begging.

I pushed my cock as it was at the hole and it went in with ease because of all the lubrication her pussy was secreting. Also it wasn’t tight as it was before the pregnancy. But I enjoyed the warmth of her love channel like before. Pregnant sex is something you won’t get often and also unique. Some people don’t get to experience it at least once in their life and some don’t like it. But for me, it’s a heavenly experience with her belly getting swelled as our baby grew inside her and her tits getting larger getting ready to feed our baby.

“Aaahh…” Both of us moaned in unison as I bottomed out in one swift motion. I bent down and hugged her body cupping her large tits with my palms. “Fuck me hard my love. Fuck your pregnant fiancée really hard,” She said.

The words ‘pregnant’ and ‘fiancée’ really turned me on. I quickly kidded her shoulder and pulled out my hard member readying to give her the hard fuck she needed. I grabbed her hips with my hands and thrust my cock in quite hard, but not as hard as we had done before the pregnancy as I wanted to make sure that I didn’t cause any harm to our baby.

I started to pound her hard with that stroke. Melinda too started to moan with my trusts. It was so erotic to see the pregnant lady moaning while I pounded her from behind. Her tits were swaying to the rhythm of my strokes. “Yes yes yes baby, fuck me hard and make me cum. I want to every last inch of that hard cock of yours,” She moaned.

“You know you will sweetie. My cock is always hard for my girl.”

I kept fucking Melinda hard as she wanted it. She always knew that I couldn’t resist her and I’d somehow give her what she wanted.

I squeezed her fleshy buttocks and man, didn’t it feel good. It was like her soft flesh melted in my hands. “Fuck babe, your body is divine,” I said loud.

“My man is more than divine to me. Now shut up and make me cum,” It was like she was badly in need for a powerful orgasm.

An orgasm was building up inside me as I fucked her hard. “You better cum babe. I don’t think I’ll be able to hold on for much longer,” I warned Melinda.

“Don’t you dare cum before me, stud,” She said and began to rub her clit furiously in an attempt to cum before me. “Oh my god, oh my god,” She was moaning like in a frenzy.

I knew she was going to cum soon as her pussy was contracting around my cock. Her moans were also getting louder and louder as both of us approached our orgasms.

“Oh fuck, I’m going to cum all over your big cock. Make me cum, make me cum.”

I was trying so hard not to cum before her. Her body stiffened and let out a loud shriek. “I’m cummmiiiinnnggggggggggg…” She gripped the blanket and buried her face in the pillow. Her pussy gripped my cock like a vise pulling me closer to my orgasm.

She was flying in her orgasm for a long time and I kept driving my cock into her all the while. I felt cum rising from my balls. “I’m going to cum babe. Where do you want it?”

She had recovered from her mammoth orgasm. “Cum in my mouth,” She said.

I quickly pulled out and positioned myself in front of her. She quickly put my cock in her mouth. She slowly bobbed her head along my shaft while occasionally swirling her tongue around the top. “Cum for me my darling. I want every last drop of it,” She said while jerking off my cock.

“Yes baby yes. I’m cumming in your mouth. Oh shit… Aaahhhh…” My cock began to spurt ropes of thick semen inside her warm mouth. Melinda sealed her lips around it making sure nothing escaped from her mouth. I was in heaven. I lost the track of time while I was enjoying my orgasm. Melinda vacuumed my cock until she got the last drop.

Finally she planted a kiss on cock head. “Your cum is so tasty as ever,” She licked her lips.

I ran my fingers through her blonde hair. “You’re the best in everything as always,” I said making her cheeks blush.

I pulled the pillows from under her belly and arranged again for her to lay her head. She laid there and I laid by her side propped on my elbows. My eyes were transfixed on her sexy body. Her cute face, her large breasts topped with dark areolas and nipple, belly swelled with our baby inside, hairy pussy, chubby thighs and arms, fleshy buttocks, delicate fingers, in short she was everything I looked for in a woman.

“Please don’t look at me like that. I feel so shy,” She covered her face with her hands.

I came out of my trance and moved her hands nilüfer escort away from her face. “You’re so beautiful, my love. I’m addicted to you.”

I kissed her forehead and then showered kisses all over her face while holding her close to me. I kissed her lips and we were exchanging soft kisses for a long time, gently whispering our love to each other.

“Will you love me like this forever?” She asked looking at my face.

“Yes babe. I’m going to love you like this until I die. I can’t imagine a life without you,” I said and hugged her. We stayed like that until she drifted to sleep. Then I pulled the covers over us and shortly, I too fell asleep.

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Next few weeks were quite busy for me with my job and she was more than happy to do most of her work by herself. But I found time to arrange the extra room in my apartment for the baby. It looked so beautiful after all the hard work by me and specially Melinda. We decided not to have sex during her last month. She was the one who suggested and I was happy to comply.

But we only refrained from vaginal sex. She gave me hand jobs and wonderful blowjobs. During that time her oral skills were improved by a considerable amount. Then we did tit fucking, tit sucking and another naughty idea came to my mind. I started to lick her armpits and I fucked her fleshy armpits. That was a novel experience for both of us and we were loving it. Sometimes I came on her armpit and I licked them for her. Then I show her my tongue for her to suck off the remaining cum.

Melinda gave birth to a beautiful girl in the following month. Sara was so happy that she has a little sister to look after. We named the baby as ‘Emma’.

The following weeks were quite busy for me, not with my office work, but with paternal works. I had to take some leaves from work to do the household stuff as Melinda wasn’t able to do them by herself as soon as the baby was delivered. We even refrained from having sex until 6 weeks from delivery according to the doctor’s advice.

We decided to visit my parents’ home since I hadn’t visited them since I started the relationship with Melinda. She was little scared to meet them, but I assured that they’d love to meet her. So, I called them over the telephone and checked whether they were at home on the following day. They knew about Melinda and they weren’t initially happy about me dating a single mother. I had told them that she was a waitress at a local hotel. But I didn’t know how they’d react when they meet her. Also I had planned to have our first post-delivery sex at my parents’ home.

It was about 300km to my parents’ home from my apartment. So we started the journey on a Thursday morning as it was holidays for Sara. She was really happy as she really liked to travel and she was excited to see her grandparents.

We reached there in the afternoon. I held Sara’s hand as we entered the house and Melinda followed us with little Emma in her hand. Mom was in the living room and she came forward with a bright smile on her face. My dad too emerged from a room and came to us. Mom hugged me first and then she went to Melinda. Her reaction was something I never expected. She hugged Melinda and she took the baby to her hand. She showed the baby to my dad and both of them looked so happy to see their grandchild. Mom gave the baby back to Melinda and knelt in front of Sara. Sara smiled, “Hello grandma,” she said in a shy voice. Mom touched her face and said, “Hello Sara, how are you doing?”

She smiled shyly. Then we got freshened up and had a little chat with my parents. We were careful not to mention anything about Melinda’s old life. But she said everything about her ex-husband and made up a story about how we met at the hotel she worked.

The day went on with little chit chats. Both Melinda Sara became friendly with my mom and dad. We were going to call it an early night as Sara looked tired from the long journey. Emma was also asleep as we went to our room saying good night to my parents. My parents decided to keep Sara with them as there wasn’t enough space for 3 in our room. Sara also agreed to that. Melinda placed Emma in the crib and I decided that it was the time for our first love making in more than 2 months.

I went behind her and wrapped my arms around her belly. I kissed the nape of her neck. “It’s been six weeks,” I whispered.

“Since what?” She asked.

“Since the delivery,” I said. “So?” She asked.

“So, it’s time for us to make love again and to add to that, I need you so badly,” I said.

Melinda turned to me, “Baby, I need you to make love to me too. But we are in your parents’ home.”

“It’s okay sweetie. They’ll be okay with that. Besides what does a couple supposed to do at night?”

“Okay then,” She said shyly.

I kissed her soft lips and she took no time in returning it. Melinda wrapped her legs around mine as I grabbed her ass and picked her up. She had gotten some pounds after the pregnancy, but somehow I managed to carry her to the bed. We didn’t break the kiss until she was on the bed. I got rid of my t shirt as soon as I placed her on our bed. She too removed her top exposing her breast covered with just a feeding bra. She was a bit fatter than she was before the pregnancy. “I’m fatter now, aren’t I?” She asked me.

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After an evening out and much playful teasing. We head up for bed, each taking a turn, we strip away the others clothes one slow piece at a time. Savoring the feel of your skin against mine as you hold me close, I reach up and kiss you. The passion in our kiss becoming intense when suddenly you throw me against the bed and me pin me to it with the sheer size and strength of your body. Your hands are holding my hands down, one on each side of me, your legs between mine pressing them open. Except for the outer side of your legs and hands you have yet to touch me.

After all the teasing and flirting during the course of the night you know this is driving me nuts!

I want to feel you. I want you to touch me. My skin is craving your touch and attention. I look into your eyes, I can see the look in your eyes is of determination, lust and an animalistic hunger. I can’t bear to look at you, otherwise I’ll lose complete control. Knowing this you whisper to me, demanding that I look and listen to you. You tell me that unless I beg you, you will not give me what I desire most…

And yet, as your body is poised above me, your cock is teasing me. Just gliding over my skin, barely touching me. Your cockhead leaving a trail of precum across my body as you continue to tease me. Caressing my inner thighs and then rounding up my hips to my stomach. It’s almost Rokettube porno all I can do as I try to twist and turn, trying to press your cock where I want it. (I thinking to myself, I don’t want to give in and beg you.)

Your grip becomes stronger preventing me to move any further. Again you demand I look you in the eyes to see your desire and evil intentions! Your breath, as each word passes through your lips is like fire on my skin… sending waves of shock all the way to my pussy. Slowly I licking my lips, watching you as you see me doing this, trying not to lose your own self control.
Still teasing me, each movement of your cock is eliciting a moan from me, I’m unable to stop them. My body is not my own. At the moment, you seem to be taking away all my self-control.

You take pity on me and descend your mouth to one of my breasts. At first just blowing air onto it. Seeing it harden, you decide to tease it further by licking it, gingerly gripping my nipple between your teeth and lips, your nibble is like sweet torture! As if that’s not enough you run your tongue flatly against it making it wet only to blow on it again! The sensations pulsing through my body are too much for me!

I begin to crack…

Ok, that’s IT! I can’t take anymore! With my eyes, I look straight into yours and plead Rus porno with you… You shake your head and say, ‘Sandra, I want to hear you beg me… Tell me that you want me to fuck you hard’.

Amidst the escape of another moan, I say to you, ‘Chris, please take me now. I need you inside me. Take my body and make it yours. Brand me with your cum.’

Still… you hold back, you haven’t heard what you want to hear.

Pleading with you, I ask you to lower yourself to me so that I may whisper in your ear. At first you hesitate, knowing I’m up to something, but you do it anyway. Sneaky thing that I am, I snake out my tongue and drag it along your ear and neck. Knowing this to be your weakness, I Kissing your neck softly, alternately licking and sucking gently, hoping this will undo you a bit, enough to make you relinquish some of your control.

I hear a ragged moan come from your lips but you still stick to your guns as you continue with mission at hand.

Unable to hold back anymore, I do it and whisper in your ear the words you’ve been dying to hear…

‘Chris, I want you to fuck me harder than you’ve ever fucked before. I want you to pour yourself into me… deeply.’

With these words finally uttered, you ever so slowly take me. Filling me up with your thick cock. Each movement is causing Seks filmi me to moan a little deeper… a little longer.

Catching my breath, you finally begin sliding yourself inside of me. Feeling my wetness, reveling in it. Releasing my hands, I am finally able to touch your body. Letting them roam around of their own accord. I need to kiss you, taste you. Laying soft kisses on your lips, down your neck and onto your shoulders. I let my hands feel your muscled back, then around the front to your chest and then running lower still to your buttocks. Allowing them to remain there I press my fingers into your buttocks moving you deeper into me, holding you there.

Baby, with your mouth you’re kissing me finally, blazing a fiery trail all over me. Your lips burning themselves onto mine. There’s a hunger to your kiss, it’s driving me mad with desire. Your tongue seeking entrance, mmm, our tongues dancing, seeking, tasting.

At this point you’re almost out of your mind with the need to release yourself. Your pace becoming faster and faster as you feeling me squeeze your cock inside me with each stroke, you know I’m just about there myself…

Your eyes looking deeply into mine, you slowly slide yourself out almost completely one last time as suddenly you dive yourself back in with one swift move! Holding me tightly to you, we both cum. Each of us feels the different sensations running through our bodies. Our worlds colliding together.

Tenderly we hold each other, you still inside me, until we can both breath normally.

We kiss a bit… looking deeply into each others eyes. Nothing to say, nothing to hide as we drift off to sleep in each others arms.

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This was written about a month after, when we shared with each other our thoughts about the experience.

Finding MY G-Spot and Thumb Rides – Her Perspective

The first time I was intimate with him, I was spending the night at his house. We had watched a video and engaged in some stimulating foreplay on the sofa. Mainly, he fondled my tits/nipples and also sucked them a bit. I was highly aroused by this from the physical sensations and also because I knew he really liked my tits/nipples.

We moved into the bedroom and continued with the breast play. He then asked if he could touch my pussy, but not in those words. I nodded. I was lying on my side and he started to play with me. His fingers entered me and right away found my g-spot. I had previously told him how much I had enjoyed this — the one time it had happened to me. I know I let out a scream/loud moan when he found my g-spot. It was an intense feeling — one that came about quickly and unexpectedly. I knew he could tell from my reactions how much I enjoyed that. He kept rubbing that area and I felt like I was spiraling out of control — almost like I was climbing the walls. I don’t remember too much about how I reacted, I was in a fog of intense pleasure. I know I came hard and was on a high, almost like I was in another world. I had just let myself go and was overcome by the pleasurable feelings. At one point I felt like I had to kiss him, to connect with him, and got a little assertive in that area. I just grabbed him and kissed him passionately. Afterward, he cuddled me and we spooned. He asked me if I was OK. I nodded, but don’t believe I spoke right away. It was like I was coming down from a high.

Later, he told me that I taught him to do that. I disagreed and told him he found that spot all on his own, I just let him know what he had discovered. He told me he had used his thumb. That was kind of surprising to me. Then, cumra escort he asked me to get up on my hands and knees, and he did it again. Well, this orgasm was even more intense…it must be the position. I know I kept lifting/arching my ass higher as if to tell him that I liked it. Or maybe it was my body’s way of saying I wanted to be fucked. My body just reacted that way…like it knew it needed more. My head was buried in the pillows and I just moaned and screamed like a wild banshee. It was an amazing thing….even more intense than the first one. I also remember thinking afterward that he was a giver. He was concerned with my pleasure. I felt that he cared about my pleasure and wanted me to have that.

We snuggled some more. I don’t remember how many times he made me cum that night/morning, but I know I was one happy/satisfied girl. I know I wanted more but was embarrassed to ask. I didn’t want to seem demanding or greedy. I remember thinking that I hadn’t had an intense sexual experience like this in a long time. I felt safe and was able to let go without worrying about my reactions or what he would think. Later he told me that he liked my reaction/response and that it was arousing for him. I think that kind of experience makes two people closer…at least if the two people are like us, where we don’t take intimacy lightly.

I know at later dates he gave me thumb rides, and they still make me a wild woman and trigger an immediate, pleasurable reaction in me. I sometimes like it when he rubs that spot slowly/softly and it builds up. One time I asked him to slow down, and I just worked my body into his thumb, and that was really pleasurable. I know he wants me to tell him what I like, but I don’t want it to seem like I am giving him orders. A few times I asked him for more and he said he likes when I ask. I also remember that sometimes he holds me tightly when he gives dalaman escort me thumb rides, and I like that. It’s almost like I can’t escape the pleasurable feeling and that he wants to share that with me, and I wonder if he can feel the trembling/spasms of my body as he holds me.

When I think back on it, I have never gotten this intimate with someone so quickly. We had only known each other about three weeks when this happened…in fact, I believe it was our third meeting…the first time I stayed at his house. It’s weird, but even though we don’t see each other a lot, I feel more sexually satisfied than I have in years, and up to this point we haven’t even fucked!

Finding Her G-Spot & Our First Thumb-Ride on March 25, 2005 — His Perspective

She came to my place to stay overnight. We had previously set up guidelines — we would cuddle and hug and kiss, maybe fondle each other, and maybe even watch each other masturbate, but we would not do any oral or fucking. We watched a video on the couch in the living room. We cuddled and kissed. I was amazed how soft her hair was! We took off her bra which gave me complete access so that I could freely play with her big 38DD tits and exquisite nipples while we watched the video. I loved how her hips would undulate as I played with her huge soft globes and excited, large, firm nipples!

After the video, we went to bed. I wore boxers and a tee shirt and she wore a t-shirt and lounge pants. I asked her if she would lay on top of me. She did as I held her in my arms and kissed. I didn’t try to hide my excitement, and I’m sure she felt my hardon through my boxers as she lay on top of me. Then we lay side by side, and I played with her wonderful tits and sucked them. Again she began humping her hips as I relished playing with and sucking her big melons and delicious, responsive nipples! I reached down and felt the soaked crotch datça escort of her pants! She was REALLY horny, and I LOVED it! I told her to play with herself, and she immediately obeyed. She didn’t object when I moved my left hand inside her pants to join hers as we played with her wet pussy! I eventually took off my t-shirt and had all of her clothes off. I eased my fingers into her slippery cunt. She was extremely turned on! I joyously finger fucked her while sucking on her nipple and, from her reaction, I could tell that I might be stimulating her g-spot! I told her to get up on her hands and knees. Without hesitation, she complied.

She laid her head on the pillow with her ass up in the mounting position. I inserted my left thumb, palm down, into her excited vagina and began thumb-fucking my sweet lady as my four fingers pressured her pubic mound underneath. With the pad of my thumb, I began rubbing the small area inside her pussy right behind her clitoris that felt like tiny goose bumps. I was AMAZED at her reaction as she started moaning and then screamed as I almost immediately brought her to orgasm! I paused briefly allowing her to enjoy her climax and then I resumed my attack which caused her to immediately explode again! I kept doing it over and over, each time causing her scream and quickly orgasm! At one time during this unbelievable exhibition, she turned her head toward me and desperately begged me to kiss her. I eagerly met her mouth with mine and we wickedly tongue kissed, her ass still up in the air, her juicy pussy impaled with my thumb. As she gasped for air between her orgasmic explosions, I kept asking if she was alright. She kept assuring me she was, at which time I would begin another attack causing her to scream out in anguished orgasmic pleasure. I felt that I was in COMPLETE control of her pleasure as I held her tightly with my thumb up her cunt pressed against her g-spot!

Finally, totally exhausted, she collapsed on her stomach next to me, my thumb buried in her satiated pussy. I held her close, both of us TOTALLY content from her multiple intense orgasms. We were absolutely amazed at what we had just experienced together!

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Hello, welcome and thanks for reading. My fantasy series is an attempt to bring a reader more into the story so as to make him/her feel like they are a part of it. The story is told from your prospective as if you were one of two main characters. The two protagonists are brother and sister who like sex but haven’t had a whole lot of partners until now.

The brother is named Wesley, Wes for short. He is a twenty three year old six foot Caucasian male with medium length light brown hair. He keeps his body in fit very fit shape. Not too muscle bound and not to skinny either. He is currently a junior in collage majoring in Writing/Literature. He’s not too shabby with the ladies and has many girls that are friends. Most of the ones that like him the most are surprisingly mostly his sister’s friends. And on that if you would like a description of her please read Fantasies Ladies A.

With all this out of the way here is the story. Remember this is fiction told from your prospective as if you were Wes. Have fun, vote and give me feedback if you’d like. And remember, it’s only fantasy!

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“Cheers!” Everyone around the center island counter cries as you all raise up your glasses.

You clink your shot glasses with all of the friends gathered around making sure the last glass you click is your sisters. You give her a little nod which she smiles and returns to you before you both put the glasses to your lips and drink the shots down in one gulp. You let out a manly grunt as the vodka burns down your throat and almost laugh when you see your sister making a face and waving her hand in front of it.

“C’mon Christie that’s good stuff!” You say to her before you actually do start laughing.

“Oh shut the fuck up Wes and pour me another!” She says with a smile making the other people around start to laugh.

“Yes, ma’am birthday girl!” You grab the huge bottle of Grey Goose and fill up everyone’s glasses again. “To my little, itsy, bitsy sister who is finally twenty-one!”

Everyone say’s cheers again and then drinks their respective glasses. Your little sister flips you off when she catches you smiling at her expression again.

“Alright, I need a beer!” You say making your way over to the fridge to fish one out.

It is your sister’s birthday. The big twenty-one. She convinced you to put on something nice for her. A black dress shirt with a white t-shirt under it with a pair of gray slacks. It could be my present she told you. Like paying for her birthday party wasn’t enough. But she was your little sis and it was the first time you would get to legally drink with her.

A couple of hours later your sister’s birthday party is in full effect as most everyone has shown up. The people that were there in the beginning were only their closest friends. But now you have to claim house rank, being that it’s your house, to grab your favorite seat in the recliner.

You take a look around seeing familiar faces hearing the music playing loud hip-hop. People were dancing, either in couples or by themselves, drinking and talking. Everyone was having a great time. It was just the way you liked it. A lot of the people keep asking the birthday girl to take shots with them. A lot of guys and even one of the girls get her out onto the dance floor. Your get a little shocked as they really go at it and put on a show for everyone. At one point she even drags you out there for a few songs before you stalk back to you chair.

After a few hours of partying you suddenly see you sister’s friend Jenny walk into the living room. She is a Caucasian lady that has long dark hair that reaches to her lovely tight ass and gorgeous green eyes. She’s about five nine with a great looking body and medium c-cup breasts. She’s wearing a black short sleeve button up shirt that she has un-tucked with a blue jean skirt that falls to about her knees which accentuates her tight ass really well. She was one of Christie’s friends that had been here since the party started.

“Would you consider giving up a seat for tired young lady?” Jenny asks giving you a puppy dog face.

“That depends on what I’m going to get in return,” you smile at her.

“How about the smiles of that thankful young lady?” She gives you a huge smile.

“Sorry can’t do that,” you reply. “You could always sit in my lap.”

“Men,” she rolls her eyes at you and then gets a devilish grin on her face. “Actually I think I will.”

You think she’s obviously joking… until a split second later when she plants her round ass cheeks right on your lap. For a moment you’re a little shocked and can’t move… except for one certain part which starts to grow. She turns a little and looks at you with a raised eyebrow and a half face grin. You know right then that she can feel to slowly growing bulge in your pants.

“Getting a little excited are we?” She says quietly so that no one else can hear. You try to control yourself but it won’t stop. “Oh wow, make that very excited!”

You stifle a gasp as she lightly grounds her ass into you lap rubbing çerkez escort your dick through the jeans as she does. She smiles at you sexily as continues to tease and torture you. You look around and notice that no one has noticed what was going on. You only really care about your sister seeing her friend getting you off with her ass but she wasn’t even in the room at the moment.

“So what are you going to do the next time a tired young woman needs a seat?” Jenny asked.

“If this is the end result, refuse it yet again,” you gasp.

“Wrong answer,” Jenny says before quickly standing up leaving your sitting there with a huge erection. “I’ll come back in a few to give you some time to think it over.”

And with that you watch as Jenny walks back into the crowd without letting on that anything was different. You sit there for several moments before remembering that you were in the middle of a crowded room with a raging hard on that was obvious for anyone who looked to see. You quickly stand and head through you hall towards the bathroom. As you try the door you noticed that it’s locked and give it a knock.

“Whoever’s in there are you almost done?” You yell through the door.

“Uh… nah,” one of your friends voices cuts through door. “I… ahh… might be here… ohh yes… a while.”

“Mark?” You notice the sounds of his voice sound a little weird. “Don’t tell me you’re fucking in my bathroom? For fucks sake! Do that at your own fucking house!”

You don’t even wait to hear his reply as you continue down the hall to the master bedroom with its own bathroom. You take a quick piss not needing to take a moment to calm down. You start to think of what had gotten into Jenna to make her want to do that. You both have flirted before but nothing like that.

“Maybe she might want more,” you say quietly out loud. “Nah.”

You hear a noise coming from out in you bedroom and take a peek out to see who it is. Another one of your sister’s friends named Maria is sitting at your desk on the computer tapping away at the keyboard.

Maria is about five and a half feet tall with curly red hair that stretches to her mid back. She is wearing a blue tube top that fits snuggly over her small but really full breasts and covers to just above her bellybutton. She also has on a black cloth mini-skirt that barely reaches to mid thigh.

You also know that she is into tats having several of her own. There is a tribal design right below her belly button and a butterfly in between her shoulder blades. One day when she swimming in the pool with you sister you noticed that she had a heart with an arrow through it on her right ass cheek. Her bellybutton, tongue and ears are all pierced as well.

The desk sat against the far wall so she had her back turned to you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You make here jump as you ask the question.

“Jesus, Wes!” She gives you a playful angry look with her pure blue eyes. “Give a girl a heart attack why don’t you?”

“You didn’t answer my question,” you walk up to stand next to her.

“Your sister told me that I could use your computer to check my Myspace,” Maria says as she turns back to the computer.

“Why didn’t you use hers?” You ask knowing your sis has one too.

“Because someone else is using hers,” she says with a smile. “Besides I wanted to see what porn sites you go to. YouPorn and RedTube are… interesting.”

“Funny…,” you joke but make a mental note to clear your browsing history.

“I’m all done,” she says getting up from the chair next to you computer. You step back as she does noticing an obvious sign of her being braless, that is her perky nipples poking through the tight tube top.

“You better be careful, you could put an eye out with those things,” you joke indicating to her top.

“Men,” she says then gives you a devilish smile.

‘Here we go again,’ you think knowing something is coming.

You find that you’re right a second later as she pulls her top up giving you a flash of her tits. Your dick starts to harden a little again as she wiggles them back and forth right in front of you face. You notice the nipples as they shake are both pierced by a small barbell. You look at her and smile as she pulls her top back down.

“You women are mean and cruel,” you say shaking your head.

“Think about that next you want to scare a girl half to death,” she says as she turned and walked out of your room.

“Mean and cruel,” you repeat as you lay down on the bed to wait for your erection to die down. “What is with these women today?”

You make your way back out to the living room after you’ve once again calmed down. You knew that you were going to have to have some serious relief time after the party. Either that or you would have to get laid. But that was kind of hard when you’re single.

“Wes!” Someone yells as you enter the living room. You look up to see yet another one of Christine’s friends walking towards you.

This one is named Gloria, a gorgeous ceyhan escort mocha skin Latina with short brow hair and light brown eyes. Her awesome borderline c-cup breast lightly jiggle and bounce in her black turtle neck tank top as she walks quickly up to you. Her slim hips sway in her red dress skirt that falls to her feet but has a slit running on the right side to her lower thigh showing a good amount of her sexy leg.

“What’s up?” You ask when she steps up to you.

“Come dance with me,” Gloria says. “There’s one my songs coming up and you’re one of the only people who knows how to dance to it.”

What she means is there is one of her songs coming up and she wanted to show off to her friends. She helped you learn to Salsa a long time ago when you were trying to impress a girl. It didn’t quite work out but at least now you know how to dance to these kinds of songs with the woman. You look at her, smile and then nod yes.

Gloria smiles really big and tells one of the guys next to the stereo to play the song. She pulls you into the middle of the dance floor as you and her start to tell people to back up so you two have room. She steps up to you and takes your right hand in her left, you place your left hand on her waist as she places her right on your left shoulder. She smiles at you again as you two wait for the music to start.

The hyper beat of her Latin Music fills the room as you two wait for the intro to finish before you start moving. The song hits and your feet start moving right on cue stepping back and forth leading Gloria who is right in synch with your steps. She never stops smiling and you know that she is a little surprised that you remember what to do. The crowd lets out a bunch of howls as you start to twirl her, dip her and move her to the music.

As the song nears the end you suddenly dip her to you right side. As the last notes play you quickly pull her pick up from the dip and wrap your right arm around her to hold her tight to you. Gloria wraps her left arm around your back and places her right hand onto your chest as she raises her right leg against your hip. You slide your left hand down to grab and hold the leg at mid thigh against you. The entire practiced motion takes less then a second.

You both hold each other as the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. She smiles and stares at you with those beautiful brown eyes while beads of sweat form on her forehead. You remember now how tight you have her held against you. Her breasts are pressed against the right side of your chest. Her bare right leg pressed against your thigh and is held by your hand.

“That…was fun,” you stutter and quickly release her before the situation gets a reaction from you.

“Este muie bueno senior,” she says letting her Spanish accent come out.

“Gracias,” you reply with the little Spanish you know.

“I think I need a drink,” she smiles at you before turning towards the kitchen.

You shake your head and move to your recliner, kicking out the dude you find there. You sit and let out a take in a deep breath letting it out slow. You hear you name and look to your right seeing one of your friends named Tony walking up to you.

Tony is an African American man who stands a little more than six and a half feet tall. He is from a different state but had decided to come here for a Basketball scholarship he got at the college you attend. A very young chocolate skinned lady is walking just behind him. You figure it must a new girlfriend. You stand up as they get close.

The woman is shorter then Tony coming up to a little more than five and half feet tall and looks to be about eighteen maybe nineteen. Her long dark hair falls to her mid back and she looks at you with some of the most captivating dark brown eyes you have ever seen. She is a little thicker then most of the girls you know but she is in no way fat with large c-cup breast contained in a black t-shirt that covered her entire upper body. Her hips sway nicely in the blue jeans accentuating her narrow hips and nice round ass that you can tell she has even from the front. You know that it’s round not huge.

“Hey, Wes I want you to meet someone,” Tony said when he was standing in front of you. “This is my sister Krista. She’s visiting for the next two weeks.”

“Sister?” You almost cough at the realization. “Nice to meet you Krista.”

“Nice to meet you too,” Krista shakes your hand.

“So here for a visit huh?” You say. “I don’t see how you’re going to put up with this guy for two weeks.”

“Ha, ha!” Krista laughed out loud. “He knows you already Tony.”

“Man that’s just cold,” Tony said shaking his head.

“I’m also looking at colleges right now,” Krista said as soon as she was able to stop giggling. “Tony says a lot of good things about your guys school so I thought I’d come check it out.”

“Do you know what you would like to major in?” You ask.

“She wants to be a writer,” Tony says giving you a little nudge.

“Ah, my department,” you say in understanding.

“Hence ceylan escort why he wanted to introduce me to you,” she smiled.

“Ok cool, did you want to meet a few of my instructors?” You ask trying to be helpful. “I can also set you up with a meeting with my councilor.”

“Sure,” Krista. “Is Monday a good day?”

“Sure,” you nod in agreement.

Tony announces that they have to go. They both have to be up at a decent hour tomorrow. Krista smiles and waves at you before she turns and follows after her brother. You smile as her hips sway swinging her ass back and forth as she walks. You confirm what you thought about it. Nice and round.

You suck in a breath and let it out in a low whistle as forcing yourself to look away hoping no one saw you ogling her. You sit back down and rest your head against the back of the chair closing your eyes. Suddenly you feel a butt land sideways in your lap. You open your eyes and aren’t surprised to find Jenna sitting sideways on you lap with her legs dangled over the left arm of the chair.

“So have you thought about the answer?” Jenny asks giving you a sexy smile.

“Offer the lady to sit in my lap every time?” You answer.

“That’s a good enough answer,” she says wriggling her butt again. You’re prepared for it this time but still can’t control you reaction.

“Jenny, what the hell are doing in my brother’s lap?” You both look and find your sister standing at the other end of the room with a half smile and half annoyed look.

“Um… nothing,” you stammer trying to look innocent.

“Why don’t two make out and get it over with already?” Christie asks sarcastically and shaking her head in annoyance. You can tell that she’s a little tipsy.

Everyone’s eyes are on you two now causing you to get a little embarrassed. You turn to Jenny to ask her to get off but are shocked to find her giving you another sexy smile. You knew right then that your sister might be pissed at you for a while.

Jenny gives a little shrug before leaning forward and pressing her lips against yours. Your eyes open wide as the crowd erupts in howls and cheers as she kisses you. Ah fuck it, you think as you close your eyes and start kissing her back. Your right arm wraps around her back and your left grips her thigh. You use both holds on her to pull her tight against you.

Jenny sighs into your mouth and then you feel her mouth open and you let yours do the same allowing your tongues to push past the others lips. Her right hand cups the back of your next and her left hand grips your right bicep and squeezes as she continues to moan and sigh lightly. You feel her ass rubbing against your bulging dick again and realize that you can now have a small measure of revenge.

So slowly start to slide your have up her thigh until you are caressing her left hip. You don’t stay there but move your hand forward until you grip her ass cheek in your hand. She begins to whimper slightly as you caress and stroke the nice and firm butt.

You don’t stay there for long and slide your hand back to her hip. You start to slide it up and then underneath the un-tucked shirt of hers. Your hand had just barely touched the bare skin of her stomach when she breaks the kiss and pulled it out. You think for a second that maybe you had crossed the line with that but when you look at her she is still giving you that sexy smile.

“Oh my fucking god, I was just fucking kidding!” You hear your little sister bellow and cringe looking in her direction.

She didn’t look mad just a little shock. You are glad to see that she has a huge smile on her face. The other people around the room were cheering and clapping.

You look back at Jenny and see that she is smiling and blushing from the embarrassment. The cheers die down but she still lingers in your lap. She bends her head to your ear so that she can talk to you without people hearing.

“That was very nice,” she says to you. “What else can you do with that fantastic tongue of yours?”

The question catches you off guard a little and you stare at her speechless. She smiles that same little smile as she looks you in the eye with shining green ones. You shake you head and smile back at her and pull her close so she could hear you.

“I can do a lot more,” you say giving her your own version of her sexy smile. “Most are even better then what just happened.”

“Maybe if you’re lucky I’ll let you show me what some of those things are,” she says before giving you a quick peck on the cheek and then standing up.

You watch as Jenny walks through the living room into the hall heading you guess towards the kitchen with a confused smile on your face. What has gotten into her? You get up from you chair and start to head into the kitchen wanting a drink but you notice the time on the clock on the wall. It was twelve thirty. You wanted to start kicking people out in a little while. Time flies.

About around one in the morning is when you start kicking people out. Most of them were too drunk to drive so cabs had to be called but soon most of the people were gone. Only a few stragglers are left. Jenny, Maria and Gloria are among them. Mark was in the can again only this time he was throwing up instead of fucking. He actually told you that it was only a blowjob.

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You invited me over for dinner on a Thursday night. You don’t work on most Friday’s so if my visit ended late, you’d have time time to rest the next day. There was no special occasion, just two friends, sharing a meal, sharing laugh, and generally enjoying the company of the other.

The meal you cooked was delicious and we laughed throughout. Our topic of conversation ran the gamut, sometimes irrationally switching from the news of the day to why you decided which color to paint the area. We cleaned up our mess in the kitchen and moved into the living room.

You moved from your wheelchair to the couch. I smiled and looked at the time, I explained that I should be going. You pointed at the window and it just started raining heavily. I moved closer to the window and I could feel the cold damp air trying to get through the double pane glass.

Deciding to stay until the rain subsides, I take a seat beside you on the couch gladly. As I sat down, you caught me staring at your cleavage exposed by your low cut blouse. You jokingly asked me to stop staring and I remarked that I was looking at the very nice blouse you’re wearing. Blushing, I turn my eyes away and you place your hand softly under my chin to return my attention to you, whispering “it’s ok”.

I lean forward and kiss your lips, I feel the tip of your tongue run over my lips. My tongue meets yours and as we kiss our tongues playfully push against the other. I feel your hand rubbing against my inner thigh moving towards the sizable bulge in my pants. My right hand begins to rub against your breasts and I hear you moan. I pull back suddenly. I turn my eyes to yours and ask straightforward if you want me to be your first. You nod, your hand gripping my shirt pulling me back to your lips.

My hands sliding under your shirt, rub upwards against your bare skin, eventually lifting your blouse over your head. I pull down on the cups of your bra to expose your breast, your nipples fully erect. I lower my head down to kiss your breasts and suckle your nipples, while my arms reach around you to unclip your bra, finally able to slide the shoulder straps down your arms to get it out of the way. I go back to suckling on your nipples, your moans getting louder as your ran your fingers through my hair.

At this point I find myself kneeling on the floor in front of you as you sit on the couch. I undo the top button on your pants and begin to lower the zipper as I look up at you, as though looking for approval. You look anxious and nod, your breathing heavy. I slip all my fingers under your pants and panties at your sides and slowly pull them off your body. I pull you towards me so you sit on the front edge of the couch.

I spread your legs open and trail the tip of my index finger between the lips of your labia upwards to your clitoris. You’re already so wet but you get even more so as my fingers slowly run up and down the walls of your vagina. You arch back against the couch, your hands gripping the couch.

My head lowers enough so I can slowly lick at your clit, while my second and third digits penetrate deep inside you. You moan loudly at the penetration, demanding I not stop, my fingers begin to move in and out of you while the tip of my tongue traces around the base of your clit, flicking at it. You’re unable to hold back, your body begins to shake and your grip on the cushions of the couch get tighter. Your body wraps around my fingers tight as they continue to probe your vagina. You tilt your head upwards as you let out a loud yes, your whole body seemingly shivers.

Your juices spill into my mouth and down my chin. You continue to spasm while your sweet liquid continues to flow from your body and onto the front of the couch.

Your hands grip against the fabric of the couch as you writhe and your body spasms, my fingers inside you, held nearly still deep inside you. My tongue begins to lap against your clit again and in another sudden burst, you reach climax gürsu escort unexpectedly. Your muscles tighten and relax around my fingers while your arch back against the backrest. Your eyes rolled backwards, your mouth agape, and I watch happily as your tongue traces the inside of your upper lip.

I rise up licking my lips and slowly draw fingers out of you, your juices still dripping from my chin. You take quick shallow breaths and I ask if you want something bigger. You moan a loud “yesss”. I shift on the ground to position myself between your legs, my hips at the same height as yours and impatiently undo the buttons and zipper of my pants. Then you see it, my throbbing member, fully erect and the head pressed against the lips of your labia.

I ask you if you’re ready, and nodding you begin to inhale. I ask you to breathe normal and relax your muscles, otherwise, this may hurt. I watch and smile as you try to control your breathing while I use my hand to rub the tip between the walls of your wet vagina. You mumble something indiscernible and nod, shifting forward while I tease you.

I lean forward to suck on your right breast as my member penetrates you slowly. You turn your head to the side, grasping at the couch seat, moaning loudly. Your eyes turn upwards again as you begin to give a scream while my tongue swirls around the base of your erect nipple. The initial pain disappears and is replaced by pleasure.

My left hand cups your right breast as turn my mouth to your left breast, pushing deeper inside you. I tell you how you’re so tight. You mumble and moan, your back arched back as far as you can go against the backrest of the couch.

My hip moves forward and back, my hard rod disappearing in your body. Your breathing become more shallow but you manage to say sharply that you want more, wrapping your arms around my neck. I thrust deep into you and pull out at a faster pace. As wet as you are, your body still wraps tightly around me, like a tight glove.

I run my hands down the side of your body and wrap them under your thighs. I grin and slowly pull out of you just before I lift you up enough to turn you around, bending you over the couch seat.

I spread your legs apart and guide my member back inside your waiting vagina. You bite into the couch, trying to muffle your scream as I penetrate you. You push the palm of your hands against the back rest of the couch as I push deep inside you and then slowly pull out.

I lean forward to whisper in your ear that I’m going to cum deep inside you. You moan, don’t stop and that you want more. Unable to hold back, I arch back during a deep thrust and the feeling of you tightly wrapped around me is overwhelming. My entire body begins to tense and you feel my fingers grab onto your waist, my fingers dig into your skin, leaving imprints.

I pull out only to push back inside you and my seed fills deep inside you. I scream, gripping you harder, making you scream out. I continue to pulse inside you before slowly pulling out, our juices mixing inside you and some of it escapes down your leg as the tip of my member pulls out. I lift you up onto the couch once again, laying you on your side.

I look into your eyes and smile before giving you a kiss. I tell you that the night is still early if you want more lessons…

After laying you back on the couch, I slide onto the couch behind you, our bodies pressed close as be both lay on our sides. You rest your head on my left arm, wrapped around your body as my other hand brushes over your soft skin.

I ask if you’re having a good night so far and you grin explaining how you’re glad you invited me over for dinner. I begin to kiss your neck and your shoulder while my right hand trails down the side of your body resting between your legs. My fingers part your wet lips and you begin to breath heavy, almost purring at my touch.

Your right arm reaches back, your hand rubbing down the hendek escort side of my body. You reach for my member and begin to stroke it, your fingers gripping around it tight. I can’t help but become aroused by your touch as I keep kissing the back of your neck, my fingers probing you now, you begin to whimper.

I whisper in your ear that I want to make you cum with my fingers. You nod, your moans becoming louder while you continue to stroke me into full erection. I push forward, the tip of my hard member brushing against your naked back.

My second and third digits slip in and out of you at the same time they rub against your clit. Your breathing becomes erratic, sometimes heavy, sometimes held back, all the while you whimper, telling me don’t stop. I drag my tongue against your neck, watching you open your mouth wide, to let out a loud moan and then you scream out yessss!

Your whole body trembles, your fingers gripping tight around my shaft and you trap my fingers inside you as you cum. Your fluids drip over my fingers and down your body. I slowly pull my fingers out, dragging my hand against your skin. You continue to moan and whimper, shifting your body on the couch, inching closer to the edge. I keep my left arm wrapped around you and use my right arm to wrap around your waist to keep you from falling off the couch.

I softly kiss the back of your shoulder and sniffing your hair. As I hold you close, my thick rod rubs against your back. I whisper in your ear asking again if you’re having a good night. You smile, saying the night isn’t over but yes you’re having a good night.

Your body shivers at my touch while my body rubs against yours as you recover from your last orgasm. Your arm reaches back to me, feeling up and down my body. Your hand spends a great deal of time rubbing against my hip reveals your intent but my body is pressed so close against yours, there’s no room for you grasp my member, rock hard and resting against your back.

When I hear that you’ve caught your breath, I ask if you want to continue our evening together in your bedroom. You smile and shyly say yes. You reach for your chair but before you could, I pick you up in my arms. Surprised, you look at me and smile, wrapping your arms around my neck.

I walk into the hallway and into your bedroom. The room seems bright even with all the lights inside turned off. The moon is shining brightly through the windows with a break in the rain outside.

I brush the covers aside before laying you on your stomach on your bed, you rest the side of your head on one of the available pillows. I quickly crawl on top of you, my hard rod pressing on your back and resting between the cheeks of your buttocks. I kiss your neck as you reach both arms around, grabbing at me. I whisper in you’re ear if you’re ready. Impatiently, you say yes, you want more.

I sit up, my legs straddling yours. In one swift movement, I collect a nearby pillow and slide it under your stomach. This lifts your hip higher and I use my hands to gently spread your legs apart, rubbing your wet pussy. My fingers spread your lips apart as I guide my member into your waiting hole. You pull your arms up beside your head, gripping the sheets under you, trying to control your moans by biting into the pillow.

You begin to moan louder as my member slowly penetrates you deeper. You’re so wet but your body tightens around me and it feels amazing. I rest my hands against your hips as I begin to thrust in and out of you. Your moans turn into screams, demanding I don’t stop.

I push in and out of you. Faster. Harder. At times, so impatient to move faster, I accidentally pull out only to drive deep inside you again. In the middle of telling me not to stop, you suddenly pause, holding your breath, eyes closed, you grip the bed in your hands before letting out a loud scream saying you’re cumming.

Your body tightens around me and I’m unable to ilkadım escort hold back. I let out a scream, saying I’m cumming inside you. You tell me to fill you and I push in and out of you wildly as my seed fills you deep. I collapse on top of you before rolling onto my side, looking into your eyes. We rub our hands over each other as we try to catch our breath.

I ask if you’re tired. You say yes. I ask if you want me to sleep here with you. Without hesitation, you say yes, your fingers, wrapping in between mine. We both smile, my left arm inches under your head while you rest the side of your face against my chest. I reach down with my other arm to pull the covers over us. As you begin to close your eyes, I whisper, when are you going to invite me back for dinner. You smile and sigh, closing your eyes and rest your head against my chest as I wrap both arms around you.

It was nearly 4am when you woke up, our bodies still pressed against one another, my front against your back. You turned around to face me, running your hands over my bare skin while gently nipping at my chest.

My eyes open to see you entertaining yourself and I smile. I run my hand resting on your hip up to your chest to rub against your breast. Teasingly, I trap your hardening nipples between my fingers.

I whisper that I thought you wanted to rest. You whisper back, that you’re rested enough, while dragging your hand down the side of my body, before resting on my member. I smile, looking into your eyes, giving off a small moan as you begin to stroke me in your hand. I ask if you want to continue this in the shower. You nod your head in agreement.

I slide off the bed and pick you up in my arms then walk towards the bathroom. You stretch to switch the lights on. As we walk into the shower area, I pull the curtain closed behind us while I softly seat you down near the shower jets.

Water rushes out at us when I turn the water handles. As I adjust the warm and cold taps, you pull at my hard member, motioning for me to move closer. As I do, you lean forward, using my body to balance yourself as you open your mouth and take me in. I moan, saying this feels so good. You run your tongue over the tip and down the shaft. Your hand grips at the base as you bob your head to and fro taking me deep in your mouth, my tip, brushes against the back of your throat.

Mmmm it feels so good. I ask you to stop for a moment. I kneel down on the shower floor, using my arms to pull you down onto the floor with me. The water continues to soak us both but we seem to ignore it. I shift and twist under you until I’m laying back flat against the shower floor and your body rests above mine but our heads point in opposite directions. I ask if you’ve ever done 69 before. You answer no but I’ve always wanted to. I pull your legs apart and grab you by the hips to pull you towards me so I can eat you out. You continue to pleasure me with your mouth as my fingers penetrate both your holes.

My tongue begins to flick against your clit while my fingers probe you. I lift my head upwards running my tongue against your vaginal walls. I feel your body tremble and you give out a scream. Your sweet juices flood out of your body and onto my lips and chin. I lap you up like a thirsty pup, all the while you’re sucking on my member. I tell you that I’m ready to explode in your mouth. You say, yes fill my mouth. I tilt my head upward, giving off a loud moan, my load emptying into your mouth, you try drinking every drop and continue to lick the sensitive tip.

I slowly withdraw my fingers from inside you and you give off a sigh. We sit together on the floor while the water drops over us. I pick you up in my arms again and say that we should finish our shower and stop wasting water. You smile in agreement and we scrub each other clean. Paying extra attention to certain areas of each others anatomy. Seemingly finding each other clean enough to off of, we test that by nipping at each other.

You shut the water off while I grab towels for us and we dry each other off. I cradle you in my arms out of the bathroom and back to bed. We lay there in each others arms smiling and giggling until the sun rose, filling the room with light. Until finally, we both fell asleep again.

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Her blouse came off, followed quickly by her bra. Ann’s smile never left. I looked, savoring the look of her. I already knew her breasts looked slightly heavy, with oblong areola and nipples that pointed forward. The skin of her chest had no tan lines and no tan except for a slight darkening in a “V” where the conservative neckline of blouses may have let a little sunshine in on occasion. Blue veins were visible around her areola and the lower parts of her breasts and I determined to spend some time tracing those lines with my fingers and tongue.

“Most men are in a hurry when a woman starts undressing.” Ann said.

“Most men aren’t me. I’m savoring the look of you. I’m thinking, anticipating what is to come, while I enjoy what already is.”

“Please shut up and help us get naked.”

“Always willing to help.” I moved closer and while we kissed her arms wrapped around my shoulders and she pressed her chest against mine. My hands started at her waist, then cupped her butt, squeezing and slightly lifting her.

In the second kiss my hands moved between us and opened the button and drew down the zipper of her pants.

“Oh, kind sir, it seems I have a wardrobe malfunction!”

“Oh, may I help you with that?” I asked, then kissed her again. She nodded. I ended the kiss and dropped to my knees. My hands grasped the waistband of her pants and drew them slowly down, over her hips and then all the way to the floor while I also kissed lots of the freshly exposed skin. She was wearing a pair of white, boy-leg, lacy panties.

“You like?” She asked.

“I love how they look.”

I helped her out of the panties and stood up. My interest was pushing on the inside of my jeans like it wanted freedom. Ann noticed and liberated my interest, aiming it and me toward our bed.

She pushed me onto my back and climbed on top of me, straddling my hips and pinning my cock against, but not in, her pussy. “Do you need to always be the aggressor?” She asked.

“Not always, but often.” My hands held her breasts and squeezed hard enough that when I pulled she came to me rather than my hands slipping off. We kissed again.

“You like foreplay?” She asked between kisses.

“And fiveplay, sixplay and sevenplay.” I shifted her and kissed her breasts, from collarbones south, lifting them one at a time to kiss under them. Suddenly I flipped her onto her back and continued kissing and caressing her breasts.

“Ben, I’m not saying stop what you’re doing, but could you be inside me, please?” She added to her request by kissing me and having her tongue explore the inside of my mouth.

We joined slowly and tenderly. The intensity built slowly and until I was within a minute of exploding inside her we weren’t even breathing hard. Then I lifted her legs, holding near her ankles and increased the force and power of my thrusts into her.

Just as I felt my spunk pushing out of me and into Ann she grabbed my nipples and pinched hard! The sudden pain and surprise increased the power of my orgasm and I grunted like a bear in ecstasy. I was looking at her face and she smiled up at me, pleased with her self.

She rolled me onto my side and grabbed four or five tissues from the bedside table. She used them to catch the flow from her opening. She turned and took my cock in her mouth and licked, sucked and hummed as I tried to calm down.

When she released my cock from her mouth she said, “Diane doesn’t need to taste my juices on your cock when she gets home.”

“You tasted her juices last night. Are you saying I should do something so you don’t taste each other on me?”

“No. I’m sure we’ll both get used to tasting each other on you and directly. I just meant tonight. I wanted some one-on-one time and I’d bet she does too. Giving each other one-on-one time is something we’ll work out.”

“Do you want or need one-on-one time with Diane?” I asked. Hidden in the question was a question about them playing with each other.

She looked at me for a while without answering. Then she smiled and said, “Probably, but not for a couple of months. We’ve had months of time together, sharing dinners, coffee and girl’s night out talking about men in general and you in specific.”

At 7:45 we got off the bed, opened the windows and then showered quickly. We dressed and when Diane walked in she saw us sitting on the couch watching TV. She carried a metal pan from the café.

We sat at the table and ate. Chicken and dumplings with peas and a small salad. Diane told us about her day.

“The lunch crowd came in and were talking about the fire over in Smith County last night. A barn burnt down. No animals were hurt or killed. The barn was a total loss. On Saturday and Sunday there’s a barn raising. Everyone is to bring their tools and help.”

“We’ll be there, won’t we?” I asked.

Diane said, “It’s a tough call for me. What I do best doesn’t involve a hammer or a saw. I cook, but if I show up with a hundred sandwiches I lose money. I have to close up the café and supply a hundred sandwiches.” She paused. “I’ll kadirli escort be there.”

“Ann?” I asked.

“I’m not good with tools. I don’t own a hammer. I’ll be there as a gofer.”

“Do we go together?” I asked.

Ann said, “I want to go together. We’re already not a secret. If we hide we’re saying we’re doing something wrong.”

Diane said, “I had a lull today and spent time on the computer. I ordered t-shirts for us! If they get here in time we can wear them Saturday or Sunday.”

“T-shirts?” I asked.

“Yes! Printed in big letters on the front Ann’s t-shirt says, “I’m with HIM!” My shirt says, “I’m with HIM!” Your t-shirt says, “I’m with BOTH of them!” All three shirts are royal blue.”

“That puts it right out there and says we are not ashamed of what we’re doing.” I said. In my mind I wondered if we were opening up major problems for ourselves. I wondered just how socially conservative the town, the county, really were.

At that moment the phone rang. I answered, “This is Ben.”

“And this is Solomon. Is it true that two women slept in your home last night?” His tone and energy said judgment to me. I couldn’t just let it be.

“How many women slept in your house last night?” I asked. Both female faces I could see looked shocked when I asked.

“Two! My wife and my daughter.”

I said, “Two. Neither is my wife or daughter.”

“You admit it!” His voice was raised.

“Did I break a state or federal law?” I asked.

“Not that I know of. But, some people will not approve.”

“Some people think buying anything but a John Deere tractor is a sin, too. Others still eat fish on Fridays and think people are bad for having a steak. I can’t live my life living by someone else’s rules all the time.”

“I like John Deere tractors and I get your point. Anyway, what are your intentions?” Solomon asked.

“I intend to work nine and a half hours tomorrow, Thursday and Friday, go to the barn raising this weekend, wash and wax my truck and play a little too. How about you, Solomon?”

“I’m worried. If people don’t like what you’re doing it could mean they stop doing business with the Feed and Grain.”

“Let’s say it does effect the bottom line. How big a drop in the bottom line will get me fired?”

“I’m not saying I’m going to fire you! I like you. I’m just worried. I’ve had six phone calls telling me that two women spent the night with you last night. One of the calls said both women are there again tonight.”

“That says to me that both adult women decided to be here of their own free will. Solomon, I love my job. I love living in this town and I like having you as a boss. However, who I love, when I love, and why I love are really none of anyone’s business as long as everything we do is consensual. Am I right?”

“You are. Sorry I bothered you. See you at the store tomorrow!” The connection broke from his end.

Both Ann and Diane had moved closer to me as I talked to Solomon. After I hung up the phone I asked Diane, “Have you seen a decrease in your business?”

“Nope.” We both looked at Ann.

She said, “People talk to me at work for two reasons, to get something fixed or when they pay their bills. That hasn’t changed and won’t. If you don’t pay your bill we shut off your utilities. If you want the electricity fixed you must talk to me.”

“Has anyone said anything about us to you?” Diane asked.

“Yes. Mr. McDonald came in to pay his bill and he said I looked happier than he’s seen me look in a while. I smiled and thanked him for saying so. He asked if he should call Ben and thank him for the smile on my face. Then he blushed.”

I said, “He didn’t call. McDonald lives about four miles north of town. Gossip travels quickly.”

“His wife is part of the grange wives club.” Diane added.

Before ten the three of us were in bed playing and reinforcing our bonds of affection. We had talked about getting a bigger bed, about sleeping at Diane’s place and Ann’s place and about the barn raising on Saturday. Ann set the alarm next to the bed for five-thirty. Together we focused on Diane and helped her enjoy four screaming orgasms before we spooned against each other and went to sleep.

Wednesday night we slept at Ann’s and she made dinner. Thursday night we slept at Diane’s and she brought dinner home from the café. Each night we brought clothes and things to the houses, making life easier for us to live in all three houses. After we ate Friday night Diane brought up the subject of moving.

She said, “Next week your rent is due on the cottage. It seems nuts for you to pay me rent on a house we both live in. It also seems nuts that all three of us pay for housing and most of the time we aren’t in any one of the houses.”

Ann added, “What if we look for a bigger place where we could live together and save money?”

“You think we could do that? What about all the wagging tongues in town?” I asked. I noticed how difficult it was to speak clearly with my tongue in my cheek.

“They’ll kapaklı escort get over it by the time we’re seventy.” Diane said, smiling.

“Is there a place we can buy or rent in town?” I asked.

“I can call Marybeth, the realtor, tomorrow. There may be a big house that is available. If there is maybe we can talk to the owners and rent it.” Ann said.

On Saturday Diane went to the café and made breakfast, as usual. Ann and I gathered tools and wore grubby clothes with our new t-shirts. We arrived at the farm by nine. Two stake side trucks were being unloaded when we arrived. Lumber, siding, nails and cans of paint were being stacked and families were starting work on the new barn. The clean up of the burnt barn and ashes was already done.

I was put on a nailing detail, nailing siding on the barn when it was framed, until that started I was muscle helping lift and hold the posts and beams into place. Ann joined the ladies auxiliary inside the farm house making food and whatever else they did.

At about ten-thirty, six women came out of the house carrying glasses and pitchers of lemonade. Ann was one of the six. She looked for me and made a bee-line for me and the five men I was teamed with. When she stood by me it was obvious from our shirts we were together.

A man from Smith County that I hadn’t known before looked at the two of us, smiled and asked, “Where’s the other one?”

Ann smiled at him and asked, “Other one, what?”

“Aren’t you the folks who are the cause of a lot of gossip lately?” He asked, pointing at our shirts.

She kept smiling and said, “I don’t know. People don’t tell me much gossip. What are people saying?”

“That there are three people, a man and two women, living together like there’s nothing wrong with it.”

I asked, “And if three people want to live together, love together and support each other there’s something wrong with that?”

He shook his head, held his arms out wide and said, “I was married for twelve years to one woman. Hardest thing I ever did was live with her and try to make her happy. I don’t see how it would be possible to live with two women, much less keep them happy.”

Ann poured him some more lemonade and said, “Making me happy isn’t Ben’s job. My happiness is my job. We’re a partnership. My job is to do what I can to help his life work for him, to help Diane’s life work for her and they each do what they can to make sure my life works for me. Diane spends lots of her time cooking. I do what I can so she isn’t overwhelmed when she gets off work with the other things that need doing.”

We were out of lemonade. Ann took the glasses and the empty pitcher and went back inside… after I got a wonderful kiss and an “I love you.” We went back to work. For the next two hours the conversation around me was about loving two women. I did my best to answer their questions and still maintain some privacy for us.

One of the men did ask the question, just as I said someone would. “You doing both of them?” I answered just as I said I would, “If you could, wouldn’t you?” The men on the team with me nodded and we moved on.

Diane arrived just before lunch and unloaded her minivan of trays of sandwiches. As we all ate she told me the ladies of the grange paid her for the sandwiches. During lunch the sheriff announced that he believed the fire that burnt the barn was arson. That announcement took the focus off us and onto the questions “Why?” and “Who?” There were no answers.

We worked until it was starting to get dark then left all our tools right where they were and went home. Leaving the tools was, I was told, a promise to be back the next day. Ann had spent the afternoon outside the farm house being a gofer for whatever the men needed. At various times I saw her carrying siding planks, bags of nails, tools and doing clean up. As we drove home she was pretty quiet and when I glanced over, she was asleep. When I parked at Ann’s house I dialed Diane on my cell and asked her to meet us at Ann’s. I said I was taking the three of us to dinner in The City.

Ann and I went into Ann’s and cleaned up. An hour later Diane showed up in a dress and we drove to The City. The three of us were well fed and in bed before eleven. All three of us were at the barn raising by eight-thirty.

Our triad was not a topic of conversation at the barn. The men talked about the barn, the weather, crops, the upcoming election and if the schools should adopt uniforms. None of the topics reached a consensus except the weather. The agreement was, no rain until September.

By dark Sunday night the barn was up, painted and drying. We slept together at Diane’s that night.

Over the next three months the community around us got used to us living together. When we rented a house together, I didn’t hear anything from customers of the F&G. Diane didn’t hear negative comments from her customers and neither did Ann. The house we rented included a barn big enough that we used it as a place to park our three vehicles. I didn’t hear a single karacabey escort twig snap.

In our town mail was not delivered. On the north end of town a small building bore the sign, “U.S. Postal Service”. Inside, everyone had a mailbox. I went to the post office once a week to see what might be in my mail box. I never got letters from my parents, siblings or other relatives. As far as I knew I didn’t have any living relatives. I got ads from real estate agents in Florida, A Ford Dealer in The City, stores that were having sales and notices from local fundraisers like the Girl Scouts selling cookies. I always bought three boxes of cookies.

One day I opened the box and saw a letter postmarked Virginia. Only one person in Virginia knew where I was: SMgt Jose’ Garcia. I opened the envelope and read, “Ben, Things have reached the stage where getting out, retiring, is appropriate. My wife and I haven’t spent much time talking about where to retire or when. Now the decision time is here. Can the area where you are support one more classic pick-up with a family?” The letter was signed Jose’.

I called his office and the young man who answered said First Sergeant Franklin had gone home for the day. My friend had been replaced. I called Jose’ at home. We talked and I promised to see what work and housing was available in my area.

The very next day I got a visit from a man from the county. He wanted to know if he could interest me in moving twelve miles to the county seat and talking over the management of the county warehouse. I told him I had a friend who was looking for a job like that and I knew him well. He gave me contact information to pass along. It was passed along before he got back to his office.

A week later I checked my mail again and opened another letter from Jose’.

“Ben, Get ready. I will be officially retired as of the first of the month. Kasumi and I will be headed your way on the first. I accepted the job with the county and start on the eighth. Maybe you can help us find a place to rent for a few months? I know your woman knows your secret. I’d appreciate it if no one knows mine.” He signed it, “Jose'”.

Marybeth found a home for them to rent and think about buying. They arrived at our new home on the third. We had dinner at the café and Diane fed them fajitas. On the fifth the moving van showed up and we helped them move into their home. The three women became friends as we moved them in. Their home was twelve miles from ours.

Late that night after we were home and in bed Ann said, “Jose’ is more than just a friend.” It was a question and it was a statement.

I said, “I met him when we were both working in a warehouse. We’ve been friends ever since then.”

Diane asked, “Was he hurt, too?”

“No. He retired by choice, not medical necessity.”

The conversation was over. We went to sleep. Four hours later I heard a twig snap. Even with the help of Ann and Diane I didn’t go back to sleep. At the F&G the next day I took a call and Ann’s voice said, “Kasumi knows and knowing strengthened the bond between them. She didn’t tell us. We listen to what isn’t said as well as listening and watching. He doesn’t look like your brother, but we know he is. We love you.”

I stopped hearing twigs snap for almost a year. Jose’ and Kasumi became close friends and we enjoyed retirement. I remember my Dad saying, “Sometime the lull isn’t the lull before the storm, but don’t count on it.”

Both Jose’ and I were invited to go hunting. The first time was when Mr. McDonald invited me to go elk hunting with him. As it happened Diane was with us when I was invited. She knew the odds were really good that if I went I’d get an elk. She told me how much she would like to have the meat to use in the café. Reluctantly, I agreed to go. Jack McDonald lent me a rifle. I took it home and worked it over for four evenings before the weekend we went hunting.

When we arrived at the spot where we would leave Jack’s truck there were eight other trucks. Jose’ and two of his neighbors were there. One look and I knew he was as close to laughing as I was. None of the men we were with knew anything about sneaking up on prey. Our tags were for antlered elk, meaning males.

With ten men getting ready to spread out and begin a weekend hunt Jack asked, “Same rules as last year?”

Jose’ asked, “Rules?”

“Every guy puts in a hundred dollars. First elk over three hundred pounds gets five hundred. Biggest elk gets the rest.”

Our wallets came out and Jack collected a hundred per man for eleven men. He then announced, “The hunt ends at dark Sunday night. To count the animal must be weighed in the field and seen by three of us.”

Ten minutes later Jack and I were walking away from the parking lot. He acted as my mentor all day. I saw three bull elk. Jack wouldn’t let me shoot them. He said they were too far away. Using the .300 Winchester he was right. They were at the kill limit distance for such a small weapon.

Saturday we saw two bulls fighting. The larger of the two had a rack with four tines on each side. When the fight was over he gathered three cows to him and headed west. I told Jack I wanted to follow him and see if I could get close enough for a shot. He said he would follow the loser, who was injured and we agreed that if we got a kill we’d email the coordinates and meet at the kill.

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