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A couple of weeks went by and Harry and I got to know the more mundane and ordinary things about each other. Who cooked when, what we each didn’t like to eat. Which chores around the house we didn’t mind doing or hated. I mean, who likes housework, right?

Harry said I could quit my job because his investment income, pension and social security were more than enough. I refused right off. I was already conceding something when I moved into his house. I wanted the independence of having my own money to do whatever. That was the first day after I took up residence. At the end of the week Harry told me he was pleased I wanted to keep working. Even if it meant we had less time together. “I like independent women of independent means, who know their own minds,” he smiled.

We had sex. Of course we did. Several times that first two weeks. Some of Harry’s friends probably though we were screwing like rabbits all the time. Wasn’t the case. Some people apparently assumed we weren’t screwing at all, except the rare occasion I’d presumably give “old Harry” a mercy fuck.

One of my co-workers at the bookstore cornered me on the second Wednesday and said, “So what’s it like, screwing an old guy like that?” “What makes you think we’re screwing?” I grinned at her. Georgia and I had had some high times when we were seniors together in high school. Now she was married to Al, a nice guy, except he always flirted with me. A couple of times at parties at their house, Al came on to me a little strong, I thought. I’d asked Georgia about him. Was he just fooling around? Yes and no she told me with a strange look in her eyes. “I mean he flirts with all the girls. But sometimes he’s serious too.” Did that mean he was a serious flirt? Later I thought I’d found out what she was referring to.

Georgia raised one eyebrow. “Are you kidding? You’ve got to be screwing him. I know you, that’s why I think so. Of course you’re screwing him. I just wanna know how often and what it’s like. Details, girl, details. C’mon give. Tell me details.”

“Georgia, are you telling me about your orgies and gangbangs? What I hear about you doing on the weekends? Of course not. And I’m not kissing and telling either. We have a pretty ordinary life together. So far.” I winked and went back to shelving another box of romance paperbacks. I’d heard the rumors about Georgia and Al and what went escort fındıkzade on at some of their weekend parties. They’d been married a year or so by then. She never admitted anything.. But they didn’t deny the rumors either. Georgia would just smile whenever the subject came up.

That evening Harry and I were just hanging out, having a beer, reading, one eye on the TV. “Do you know Al Martin?” Harry asked.

“Sure. His wife works with me at the bookstore.” I waited but Harry didn’t say anything else. I forgot about it. Later in bed, just snuggling under the sheet, Harry raised another question. “Have you ever watched any porn?”

“Yes,” I admitted. “I don’t make a habit of it. A lot of it is crap. Poorly done and fakey.” Do you? Watch porn?”

“Sometimes. More after my wife died. You’re right, a lot of it crap as you so elegantly put it. But within the crap are sometimes nuggets of useful information.”

“I guess I never thought of it that way,” I muttered. As I said we were in bed at the time and also naked. It hadn’t taken but a little persuasion to convince Harry that he could go to bed in the nude. He recognized the good side effects right off. Harry was no dummy. Just unlearned in some areas of life. Aren’t we all?

“Sure. For example, I was pretty far along in life before I discovered what’s called anal intercourse.”

“No kidding,” I said. “How was it?” I’d had a couple of experiences with it. It’d been okay, but it was mostly just uncomfortable. I suspected that was because my partner at the time didn’t know much either.

“I don’t know. I’ve never done it. Or had it for that matter.” Harry chuckled and tweaked my nipple with his fingers. He knew I liked that as long as it wasn’t done too violently. I raised up until my nips just brushed across his chest. It was something that really could turn me on. I squirmed and did the chest/breast thing again. Harry grinned.

“You starting something?” I felt him slide one hand up along my flank and over my butt and up my back. I shivered. This guy gave the best body caresses, the best massage strokes. He just somehow knew exactly how much pressure to apply. Harry tipped up his head and kissed my nose. “Here’s the thing,” he went on. “I have a whole lot of theoretical knowledge about any number of things.”

“You escort istanbul mean like sex,” I said

“Sex. Yes, and other things, but lets talk about sex. Before I die I would like to explore a lot of the different ways we as humans can interact and connect.”

I smirked at him. “You mean you want to have a lot of out-of-normal, unusual and even kinky sex? Boinking, fucking, sucking and like that. Right? Stripping, public antics, maybe? Shall we make a list? You want to do some wienie wagging? Frottage? Cunnilingus? Fellatio? Or analingus?” I stopped blabbing and giggled at the expression on his face. Harry knew all the right words, of course. He probably knew more slang expressions than I did. But sometimes he didn’t like to hear them from me, except in certain circumstances. Like when we about to explode in a mutual come. Maybe you notice in this memoir I don’t use the popular cum for the big O.

I never liked spelling it that way for some reason. Just one of my personal quirks, I guess. Like liking the smell of sex. I have a sensitive nose, I’m told. I can sometimes tell you what kind of whiskey you’ve just been drinking from your breath. I love the smell of people’s sexual parts. I learned that from a guy I once dated. Very early in our relationship he caught me in the bathroom after a shower. I was using some fragrance on my pussy. I don’t even remember what it was. I’d always put a little perfume on me, even before I started shaving.

The guy got really upset. We were just about to go to bed, but he hauled me into the tub and ran water over me. He scrubbed my crotch with soap and water, all the while muttering that he didn’t ever want to smell some manufactured odor when he ate me, he wanted to smell me, the sexual part of me. Even if I hadn’t washed all day, or if I was sweaty in the summer. When he ate me out he wanted me in his nose, not eau d’ whatever.

Well, how could I object? Besides, by that time he had a raging boner and I was almost over the top. We screwed each other right there in the tub. It was great. My name is Alice and I don’t use perfumes. Anyway, back to this conversation with Harry. He allowed as how that if I was willing, we’d explore some of the things he’d read about and learned by watching porn films and videos. But only, he said, if I was not only willing but interested. He escort aksaray got real serious then and made sure I understood that this was going to be a joint journey. If I copped his joint in some public place, for example, not that he was suggesting it. (yeah, right) But if I was to do that, it had to be a cooperative venture.

“Harry, my boy,” I smirked. “There will be no half-way measures in this relationship. Whatever we do, we do together.”

“Shall I make a list?” he asked.

Now, I’m sure some of you reading this memoir are starting to drool over the possibility of a list which would inevitably lead to succeeding adventures, right? Where’s the fun in that? You’ll just have to do what Harry and I did. Make up a list as we all go along. Let’s see what kind of fun consenting adults can dream up! Some limits. No deliberate pain. Yes, I know some people who are very much into BDSM. That’s okay for them. I’m not gonna judge people who willingly do certain things. But I don’t have to do it ifen I doan wanna.

So anyway, after Harry and I agreed to some basic ground rules, he said, “I have these friends. Well, acquaintances, really. George and Carole Anderson. They’re both on the college faculty and that’s the main reason we have to be discreet.”

“Uh huh. Discreet is my middle name.” Harry was lightly pinching my nipples now so I returned the favor, only I was playing with his balls.

“They’ve invited us to a party tomorrow night at their place.” His lips and tongue traced circles on my chest, just below my boobs.

I slid a finger down below his nut sack and reached the puckered opening to his anus. He grunted when I pushed on it. Ass play wasn’t in his bag of tricks, yet, remember?. “So is this a sex orgy, or what?”

He grunted again and his butt cheeks flexed. I realized he was closer to coming than I’d thought. “Up!” I commanded and pushed up on one hip. He sort of rolled away from me which gave me access to his woody. I leaned over and just as I opened my mouth to descend on the tip of his prick, he came with a jerk of his hips. He shot his semen into my mouth and I clamped down, wrapping fingers on his penis and grabbing a butt cheek with the other hand. He groaned and gave me another smaller blast, and began to subside. I inhaled the sweet smell of his sex. Grand!

“Sorry, sweetie,” he said. “I usually last longer than that.”

“Harry, look at me,” I said. “Do you see a frown? Am I pouting?. Believe me, this look is happiness, bliss.”

“Damn, woman,” he whispered. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” We kissed, open-mouthed, tongues playing, breath intermingling, murmuring passionately to each other. Then we fell asleep.

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1

Amy stared at the square black envelope, placed conspicuously on the driver’s seat of her sport utility vehicle. After a quick scan of the faculty parking lot, the twenty-five year old plucked the envelope from its resting place and climbed into the truck, her tailored skirt sliding up her bare legs as she did so. Her heart beating insistently, Amy pulled the slip of paper from the black enclosure.

“Oh, Franklin,” she sighed, reading the familiar script. “What shall I do with you?” Amy glanced at the clock on the dashboard, flicked open her cellular phone, and dialed her husband.

“Daniel, sweetheart?” Amy ran glistening, dark red lipstick across her pursed lips.

“Oh, hi, darling,” Daniel replied, distracted. “I actually meant to call you — I’ll be late tonight.”

She felt a puff of relief. “Oh no, not again, sweetie. It doesn’t seem fair.”

“Well, unless you want your new Range Rover repossessed, I’ve got to stay.”

Amy heard the clicking of keys from his computer. Only the flimsiest of alibis would be required, and so that was what she offered.

“Well, as it turns out, I won’t be home until nine anyway. Holly and I are going to hit the stores to pick up materials for next week’s lesson.”

“O.k., I shouldn’t be much later than that,” he answered, and Amy again heard the chattering of his keyboard. “I’ll call otherwise.”

Liberated, Amy brought her vehicle’s large engine to life, and roared out of the Murray P. Sloan High School parking lot.

2

Unlike many of the abandoned buildings surrounding it, the Lehigh Hotel had at least received something in return for the honor it surrendered long ago. It may not have been prosperity, but it was enough to allow the hotel’s continued operation, which was more than could be said of the fire-blackened movie theatre joined to its north wall, or the gutted department store attached to the south. Compared to these failed structures, the Lehigh’s shabby maroon awnings, faded sign, and intact windows appeared welcoming.

Amy glided past the leering hotel manager, and self-consciously tugged the collar of her blouse together, which although modestly cut, was pulled tight over her full breasts. She hated this ritual inspection by the manager, a fat, balding man whose name she remembered as Lewis. Furthermore, no matter when she was summoned to the hotel, he was there, either reclining on the ripped leather chair behind the desk, or flipping through a magazine, occasionally pornographic.

Feeling the slight blush imposed by escort çapa the manager fading from her cheeks, Amy tapped on the battered door of room 17.

“This afternoon’s entertainment is here,” she announced to Franklin as he swung open the creaking door. Falling into his arms, she detected a trace of the cologne she had recently purchased for him as a birthday gift.

“Mmm, you smell nice, baby,” Amy said softly, craning her neck to look up at him. “And you look nice, too,” she added, stepping back from him and appreciating the way his broad, muscled chest stretched taut his black t-shirt.

“Nice-looking for an old man, right?”

“Forty-seven is not old,” she corrected him, watching him grimace. “You certainly don’t act it.”

“Oh, thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better,” he laughed, and Amy lightly pulled him by the hand into the dim room. It was illuminated only by the glow of candles, and a sliver of sunlight peeking through a crack in the drawn curtains.

“Four weeks is too long, honey,” he murmured, sliding his hand along the gentle curve of her bottom, still encased in her tight white skirt.

Jokingly, Amy slapped his hand away. “Aren’t you at least going to buy me a drink, sailor?” She reached for the two glasses of champagne already waiting on the end table. Handing him one of the flutes as he sat down on the edge of the bed, Amy took a sip of the lightly bubbling wine. Its chill was delightful, contrasting with the sticky heat of this late-summer day, for which the room’s small, rattling air conditioner was no match.

“Oh my god, this is so good.” She took another, more generous, mouthful. “Tell me this wasn’t expensive, Franklin.”

“Well, I’ve saved up – as you know, we haven’t spent much on hotel bills,” he answered, waving at the cramped, spare room.

She smiled, wondering just how much they had spent on the Lehigh’s consistently miserable rooms during the last seven years. Despite Franklin’s regular pleas to frequent plusher hotels, Amy insisted on their meetings always taking place here. The Lehigh Hotel’s unfortunate location in a desolate corner of the city, a highway and a world away from Amy’s suburban home, was among the reasons. Although she always felt nervous threading her way through the hostile neighborhood ringing the hotel, it was that neighborhood which protected her secret, at least by anyone she knew.

“Oh, I love this song!” Amy gave a quick twist to the volume control of the radio Franklin had brought escort bayan istanbul along, and the suggestive rhythm of a dance track poured out of its speakers. After taking another gulp of champagne, Amy set her glass down, lifted her arms above her head, and began swaying her hips to the music. Franklin leaned back on his elbows, watching Amy’s golden hair cascade down her shoulders as she freed it from its ponytail.

Moving to the pulsing beat of the song, Amy fixed her clear, blue eyes on Franklin, and slowly undid each button on her blouse. As she moved toward him, Amy allowed the open shirt to fall from her, and then lazily slid the thin straps of her white lace brassiere from her shoulders. Franklin reached for her, but Amy twirled away from him, leaving him staring at her back.

“Now, there’s not a bit of patience in you, Mr. Franklin Wainwright, is there?” she scolded him playfully, peering at him over her bare shoulder.

“It is not impatience, my dear,” he replied, amused, “but a profound weakness for you, and I’d like to think of that as a virtue, not a vice.”

“Oh, my mistake,” she laughed, taking a few more steps away from him, and letting the brassiere drop to the carpet. Her large breasts swaying freely, she felt a bit of relief from the room’s warmth as she continued to rhythmically weave through the maze of cheap furniture. As she encountered the wall across from the bed, she stopped and reached behind her, her fingers locating the zipper of her skirt. Her hips undulating to the beat of the music, Amy forced the metal tab of the zipper down. Looking back at Franklin, she gradually wriggled out of the garment’s clinging fabric, leaving her body adorned only by the delicate strip of a white thong, and her heeled sandals.

“You are magnificent, Amy. You don’t know how I’ve missed you.”

“Why, thank you.” Spurred by his compliment, Amy turned and sauntered toward him, permitting him ample time to take in the gentle curves of her body in the flickering, amber candlelight. “Please tell me, darling,” she inquired, climbing on the bed to straddle him where he sat, “what is it that you missed so much?”

His dark, brown eyes twinkled. “Everything, my dear. Although,” he continued, inhaling deeply as he brushed his lips across her neck, “there are some things that I missed more than others.”

“Oh, is that so?” Amy ran her fingers through his thick, flowing hair, gently guiding him to her breasts.

Franklin brought his mouth to her nipple, and lightly escort etiler flicked it with the tip of his tongue. “Exquisite,” he whispered, looking up at her as he began to suck insistently on the hardening nub. His hand reached up to cradle her other breast, his thumb and index finger occasionally pinching its engorged nipple.

Amy let her head fall back, enchanted by the sensations washing over her. There was the calming fog of the champagne, peeling each of the day’s concerns from her. The scent of jasmine being released from the candles sprinkled across the room. And the soothing repetition of the music’s beat. Even the heat of the room, it seemed, had opened the pores of her skin, magnifying the intensity of each of her lover’s kisses, nibbles, and caresses.

Dreamily, Amy slid her hand down to tug at the zipper of his pants.

“Mmm, how’s my big boy?” she asked softly, reaching in and wrapping her fingers around the familiar width of his penis. Pleased that he was already hard, she gingerly extracted the thick shaft, and sank to her knees.

“He’s desperately hungry for you, dear Amy,” Franklin rasped, slowly leaning back on the bed.

“No,” she replied, pausing to moisten her lips, “I’m the one who’s hungry, darling.”

Amy grasped his erection by the base to steady it, and swiftly pushed all she could into her mouth. She delighted in Franklin’s gasp as she began to roughly pump the oversized member in and out of her soft lips. Although Amy tried to slow down — she had meant to tease him, torture him — she couldn’t stop herself. Franklin seemed to sense it, and with his hand, gathered up her flailing hair into a makeshift ponytail and used it to force her head up and down his length.

After only a few moments, Amy heard his breathing change to a jagged series of quick huffs, and felt his large body shift. Pulling him from her mouth with a noisy slurp, Amy looked up at him.

“Let me have it, darling. Do it in my mouth.”

Amy glanced down at the swollen penis aggressively pulsing in her hand, admiring it. Impatiently, Franklin grabbed the back of her head, and plowed the wedge deep into her mouth. After only a few, short strokes, the muscles in his 225-pound frame tensed, and soon Amy felt spurt after spurt of his warm, syrupy liquid sprinkling her tongue. She began sucking, her lips hugging his skin, while her hand vigorously milked the twitching shaft. Amy held on tightly, not wanting the slippery, thrusting cock to escape her mouth until she had subdued it.

After a moment, when Amy was convinced that she had coaxed the last of his ejaculate from him, she stood up, and slowly ran her tongue across her glistening lips.

“There’s more where that came from, isn’t there, baby?” she asked sweetly, sliding her panties down her tanned legs and onto the floor.

-Continued in Part Two-

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Katherine took her time, re-reading through the initial interactions between the lawyer and her supposedly guilty client. The author had taken great pains to detail the interactions between the two main characters. Their meetings bristled with sexual tension, and the heat of the story flowed from the pages. Through her fingers and up Katherine’s arms, her body began to hum rhythms of lust. Katherine began to shift her legs and squirm slightly as she re-read the first sexual encounter between the lawyer and client. The detailed description of the lawyer and client’s tongues dancing together in her office. It always made her a little self conscious that she became so turned on by reading such lascivious material, but never so self conscious that she would stop. Her breathing quickened as her eyes feasted on the details of the sexy young lawyer having her business suit peeled off in her office. As the lawyer was hoisted up on the desk, Katherine slipped her hand beneath the waistband of her sport shorts. She could feel the warmth radiating between her lips as she gently stroked the small, soft mound of hair just above her pussy. As she gently scratched her and rubbed the soft, short locks of hair, she slowly extended her middle finger. Phrases such as nipples sucked and pinched, deep thrusts and moans, and stroking the shaft flashed before her eyes as she inched her finger between her swollen lips, feeling them moist and ready. She rubbed them for a moment and purred, taking a second to picture the scene.

The smell of a heavy oak desk and of a man in the late summer evening, the feel of hard wood against human flesh, the taste of another’s tongue….she began to move her hips and squirm. She parted her legs lightly and probed her longest digit in, just a bit at first, then deeper. She whimpered softly and brought her wet finger out to give her clit some attention…..it felt so good. God it felt soooo good. Katherine’s heart was racing as she read how the young lawyer assumed control and mounted her client in the high-backed leather chair. Katherine plunged two fingers into her now sopping pussy, and whimpered quietly with pleasure.

Then, BAM! An aggressive, intrusive sound burst into her consciousness and broke the aroused spell she was under. The clamor of a heavy car barreling up the slight slope of their driveway rudely shook Katherine back to reality.

What the FUCK is that? Katherine thought angrily as she jerked her hand from her now swollen pussy. But of course, she already knew. The rumbling of the oversized American made engine. The erratic squeak of the tires as the obviously impaired driver slammed the car to a halt and accidentally elbowed the horn as he…. of course it was a he, stumbled out of the vehicle. Katherine had heard this routine about a dozen times before, listening as Tony climbed out of the car three stories below. Tony was home, and he was ready to crawl into bed with Stephanie. He probably had a) been turned down by too many random women at the bar and was sufficiently horny to resort to plain old familiar sex with his loving girlfriend and, or b) had sated his fill of booze and fraternizing with his buddies and was ready for a nightcap, Or c) was just drunk and needed to pass out and their place was closer than his apartment to whatever bar he had his last drink.

FUCK THIS. Katherine fumed as she swung out of bed and of the bedroom door, then down the hall to Stephanie’s room. She was not going to let this happen. Not tonight. She opened her friend’s bedroom door abruptly without knocking. Katherine had clearly heard the TV on as she approached Stephanie’s bedroom door and assumed she was still awake. But Stephanie was out cold. The wine and emotion had overtaken her. Katherine also saw the foil wrapper of a sleeping pill on the nightstand, which no doubt finished her off. Stephanie lay there curled up on her side, snoring gently as re-runs of a 90’s sitcom played out quietly a few feet away. There was no point now trying to rally her friend to stand up for herself. Stephanie would offer little to no resistance in her present state and would further be too tired or hungover the next day to summon any strength to argue. Tony would offer a few cursory apologies, start in with the smooth talk, and then they’d make up in a whirlwind of passionate sex.

Not tonight. Katherine thought determinedly. She’d been interrupted TWICE now- and her boyfriend wasn’t even home! All she wanted was a little fucking peace so she could enjoy her trashy novel and rub out a nice “O” or two. But instead she had to be the shoulder to cry on and relationship mediator, and a metaphorical cold shower was her only reward. FUCK THIS SHIT, she muttered.

Katherine narrowed her eyes and bounded determinedly out of the room and down the stairs towards the living room. She knew exactly what she was going to do. She was going to tell that lying, cheating, inconsiderate bastard to get the fuck out of her house and hit the road. Stephanie sure as hell wasn’t going to do it. Katherine was just coming down the last flight of stairs when she heard him approach the outside door and slide his key escort sınırsız in the lock. She started walking towards the front door when the deadbolt turned, and the door swing open. There, looking drunk, weary and stupid with a grin on his face, stood Tony. He immediately started in on the charm.

“Oh, heyyyy Kat- you’re up late..” but she cut him off. In a hushed shout, Katherine unloaded.

“NO. NO. NO! You are NOT doing this again Tony. Not tonight!” Katherine walked boldly up to him with her pointer finger extended sharply at him and her other hand secured at her hip.

“What? What the hell do you mean?” Tony answered, incredulous. Of course he knew what she meant. This may have been the first time she had confronted him, but he knew Katherine wasn’t his biggest fan. She often addressed him condescendingly, which Tony took for her being stuck up.

“You know exactly what I mean. Treating Stephanie like shit….like a disposable plaything! Then coming over here drunk at an ungodly hour trying to make up and get laid. Well, not tonight Tony. Just turn your ass around and go home!” Katherine was doing her best to contain her anger and not shout. She felt the blood rush to her face, then the adrenaline course through her veins as Tony closed the front door and squared to face her.

“Look Kat,” Tony began evenly with his palms out defensively, “I don’t know what your problem is tonight, but I came to see Stephanie because she asked me to come over later.” Again, Katherine wasn’t falling for it.

“Bullshit, Tony! I have been up with her for the last 2 hours watching her cry and complain about you and your drinking, cheating and being an asshole! I heard her from my room fighting with you, so I know she didn’t want you over!” She jabbed her finger at him and stood her ground. Tony, undeterred, shrugged her off and went to walk by her, but Katherine slid sideways to cut him off and stopped him. She held her right palm out and held it against his shoulder as she began in again. This time, even more firmly.

“Uh, uh. No. Not tonight Tony, I mean it. I have seen you jerk my friend around for the last time. If you really want to apologize, go home and sober up and come back when you are ready to treat her right. She’s not some fuck toy at your disposal.” It was hard for her not to scream at him, but she did not want to wake Stephanie and get her involved.

“Katherine, I don’t have time for this bullshit right now.” Tony again waived her off. This time he was visibility irritated. He rolled his eyes impatiently, and this time stepped back to his left to get around her. But again Katherine stopped him.

“TONY. I said no! Get out of my house.” she said insistently, again putting her palm on the front of his shoulder. “Go home. NOW!” she added forcefully, but as quietly as possible. Tony glared at Katherine, shook his head and took a half step back. He looked to the side for a moment, contemplating his next move. Breaking the momentary silence, Katherine continued.

“I’m sick and tired of Steph putting up with you. You think you are a player, huh? So hot with your stupid ass car, your money and your own place you never let Stephanie see? She may not have the guts to say it, but you are a fucking asshole, and I told her tonight she needs to drop your dumbass!” Tony knew Katherine didn’t like him, but this was the first time she had come out and said it so bluntly. He blurted out,

“Kat, I don’t know who in the hell shoved a stick up your stuck up ass tonight, but I came here to apologize to Stephanie. I don’t know what you heard, but it’s nothing like you are making out.”

“Bullshit, Tony. Like always, just more bullshit. You act like I don’t know Stephanie at all, like we aren’t roommates and haven’t known each other since fucking college, you manipulative shit! I know your story, Tony. You’ll go up there, knowing that Stephanie is drunk, you’ll sweet talk her and promise her a bunch of shit, and in the morning she’ll forget all about it. Well not tonight! Get OUT!” Tony shook his head again, getting even more frustrated. His face reddened as he was really starting to steam. In his semi drunk state, all he wanted to do was get in bed with his girlfriend, have sex, and pass out. And now her snobby, bitchy roommate all of the sudden decides that 3am on a Sunday morning was the perfect time to hash out why she hated him. Finally, he took a deep breath and steam rolled ahead. He stuck out his left arm and pushed her aside as he went to dart past her and said, exasperated,

“Look Kat, not now…” In his present inebriated condition, he underestimated his strength. Tony pushed her aside with a little more force than was needed. Katherine was caught by surprise; she knew he was strong but was taken aback by how hard he had pushed her. She had to scoot her legs back quickly to maintain her balance. Tony paused and shot a glance at her when he heard Katherine gasp, stopping for a brief second. She didn’t know it, but he was relived she had not fallen. He hadn’t meant to injure her. But it was all Katherine needed.

“Don’t escorts push me you FUCKING ASSHOLE!” Katherine yelled as she wound up her right hand and delivered a fierce, crossing strike with an open hand across Tony’s cheek. The sound of her hand striking him echoed sharply off the kitchen cabinets nearby. Tony turned, stunned at the force of the blow, and Katherine herself grew wide eyed, stunned at what she had done. They both paused, taking in what had just happened. Tony broke the silence first.

“Ouch, Kat! Fuck, that hurt! Why are you being such a fucking bitch?!” he blurted. Katherine gasped and fire shot behind her eyes. Satisfied that Stephanie had not woken up, she gathered herself and in more hushed tones continued. “Don’t you ever-EVER- touch me, you prick! Now get the fuck out of my house.” Tony turned to look at her. His cheek burned. He had never seen Kat like this before, and he strangely respected her for what she had done despite it hurting like hell. She had some fight in her, for sure. Katherine was guarding the staircase from him, determined to turn him away. Her chest was heaving as she breathed, and her face was flush crimson with rage. Tony quickly assessed that she was very strong for her size. He knew he had pushed her too hard, so he decided to let that one strike go. Not wanting Katherine to start screaming again, he went to diffuse the situation.

“Katherine, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to push you so hard I just…” but before he could finish Katherine delivered another blow, this time with her left hand, to Tony’s other cheek.

“FUCK…. YOU!” she said in a hushed yell, with such fervor that spittle left her lips as the words whipped out between her clenched teeth. “That’s for calling me a bitch!” That blow really stung, Tony had not expected a repeat blow. It hurt even worse than the first. He shot back.

“Get out of my way you stuck up lunatic!” He pushed past her forcefully and stormed his way towards the stairwell by the kitchen. He could hear her unloading a fusillade of curses at him and he winced as she repeatedly slapped him on the back while he walked towards the stairs. Fuck, this girl is strong! he thought, wincing at the strikes. He just wanted to get to the stairs, but as he passed the kitchen he saw an opportunity to even the score with Katherine. He had never struck a woman in anger, but he wanted revenge for hitting him so savagely. As Katherine continued to beat on him on his back furiously, she didn’t notice him pick up the plastic tumbler full of water she had left in the kitchen earlier. He snatched it up, pivoted on his heel in an instant, and tossed the full glass of water right in Katherine’s face.

She gasped. The cold water shocked her to a halt as it soaked her sandy blond hair and skin. It saturated her top and ran down her body and got in and under her shorts. She wiped her eyes slowly, and looked at Tony, astonished. What the fuck just happened? She thought. Tony looked at her and appraised what he had done. It was almost funny, really. Almost. She had been assaulting him relentlessly while he just wanted to get to bed, so she fucking deserved it. Tony looked at her just standing there, watching her fume with rage. She was soaked- the tumbler had been nearly full. He took in Katherine’s deep, furious glare, her semi- wet dirty blond hair, the droplets of water running down her cheeks to her neck and shoulders, some falling to her collarbone. Parts of her cotton tank clung tightly to her body. In the brief second they stood silently he took her all in. He stood rapt at the sight of her skin- still slightly tanned from the summer. The muscles in her arms and legs were impressively taught and ready to continue the fight. And through the soaked cotton fabric of her top, he could clearly make out her breasts. They were smaller than Stephanie’s, but firmer. They stood pert with her nipples straining against the fabric at full attention. This furious woman looked like she wanted to kill him, but he could only be aroused by the sight of her standing there. She was gorgeous. His anger began to subside, but Katherine was furious.

Tony was too slow, and Katherine easily slapped him again with a THWACK. The sting though, woke up his reflexes. When she went for another shot with her left hand, he blocked it and grabbed hold of her wrist. She re-loaded her right and flung her open hand wildly at his face, but this too he blocked. In an instant he took both of her wrists and drove them behind her back, pinning them against her ass. He then jerked her towards him, still pinning her hands behind her and holding her tightly against him. His face was on fire, but he starting to enjoy their spat.

“Pleasssssse. Stooooop. Hitting. Meeeee.” Tony purred at her. Katherine gritted her teeth as she struggled to get free. God he is strong she thought of as she glared at him. This ape is almost grinning at me, does he think this is funny? Her hands stung from hitting him. She wanted to kill him, but he had calmed down. Tony was looking at her almost admiringly. She could feel the large muscles in his arms as she struggled escort gecelik against him, and then his legs as he worked one behind her to keep her from kicking him. He kept cooing, “Kat, stop. Please. Kat, stop.” She wriggled the best she could, and being so close to his chest she picked up large wafts of his scent- his deep, woody cologne that he used too much of, mixed with his skin and sweat. It smelled……fantastic. She struggled to get free, but found herself resisting less and less. Katherine had only been in his grip a few seconds, but it felt like an eternity. It was becoming pointless as strong as he was. She could feel his hard body grinding against hers as she struggled…she became acutely aware of her nipples rubbing against him….she was shocked to find them taut and tingling….it felt good. God it felt really good. She was trying to bend her hips and pull back, when one of her thighs first brushed it. She couldn’t be sure, but on the next attempted escape she made sure she brushed it again. Her eyes opened wide in shock. Katherine could clearly feel Tony’s hard penis bulging against the wool fabric of his designer slacks. Oh fuck, Katherine thought and in a fit of guilt gave one violent convulsion and managed to struggle free.

Tony knew she had felt his cock and now gazed at her with primal lust. No. No way. Katherine thought, and unloaded yet another hard right hand to his face. Tony took it, but without pausing stepped towards her. Katherine cocked another blow but Tony blocked it, threw her arm down and pushed her back against the refrigerator. Her back knocked the stainless steel façade of the fridge with a THUD and she gasped at the impact. What the fuck….does he…God he is hot…..is this happening?? She thought as he pinned her against the appliance and thrust his hips forward, so she could clearly feel his thickness through her soft, cotton shorts. Stephanie had not woken up, so her brain was screaming at her to yell at the top of her lungs and wriggle away in protest. WAKE STEPHAINE UP passed through her mind. She could still turn back. Her mouth opened, but no words came out. Her brain was telling her lips to make noise, but a fire inside her was telling her to wait a little longer. It just felt so damn good. She had teased herself earlier, and sensing that relief was near her thighs and pussy became hot. Her teeth, still gritted together, only elicited shallow breaths and grunts as she squirmed slightly. Her arms were pinned in to her sides and her palms against his barrel chest. He had her wrapped in with one arm around her upper back and the other on her hip as he leaned in on her. She could clearly feel his cock now. It was so…hard, and so….big. And he had it expertly pressed against her….just right. Sliding up her inner thigh, and probing under the fabric of her shorts. It was forceful, but not aggressive. He sensed her needs beneath the token resistance Katherine was offering. It felt very good. As he cooed softly for her to be quiet and started to grind in to her more, still locking her gaze, Katherine realized- to her horror….that she was soaking wet.

“No!” she shouted and with a burst of adrenaline pushed Tony back and swung at his chest. But Katherine had shown her cards, and now Tony was determined to finish casting his spell on her. He simply took the blow, took a short step back to Katherine, and grabbing her forcefully, pulled her back to him, then again leaned in on her, his arms and her back hitting the fridge yet again. This time he pulled up her right leg violently to his hip, and pressed his throbbing cock up against her bare inner thigh. This time, Katherine moaned out loud. Not in pain. A deep, low, guttural moan of pleasure and submission. The rational side of her brain pleaded in vain for her to stop. But her body was tired of fighting, and now yearning to be taken. She made one last hearted effort, striking her palms against his chest lightly. Tony paused at this strike, but didn’t let go. Katherine’s eyes moved up and locked in on his. Her gaze changed from anger to hunger. She slowly ran her hands up and down the muscles of his chest, then this neck. As she looked at him, she knew she had one last chance to turn back.

In an instant Katherine shot her hands up behind his head and pulled his mouth towards hers. She hungrily shot her tongue inside his, and as they began to devour each other she let her hands slip down his chest and begin to unbuckle his designer belt. Tony let her leg drop but again thrust his pelvis up and into her. Katherine let loose her lips and gasped, her damp pussy now pleading to be filled. Tony tugged and tore and her tank top, pulling out one of her breasts over the fabric. He bent over to suck it. He was too tall, so he simply grabbed her by the ass and hoisted her into the air. She instinctively grabbed hold tightly around his neck and let him have his way. He held her high against him until her breasts were nearly level with his mouth. She wrapped her legs around him tightly, arched her neck and exhaled loudly. He was using his thumbs to pull down the back of her shorts. His massaged the cleft of her ass while his tongue found and traced her nipple, before taking it all in his mouth. She gasped. Oh fuck…that feels amazing. There was no turning back now. She was his. She knew she would hate herself in the morning, but at that moment she didn’t care. She wanted Tony. She wanted him to fuck her.

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Maggie and I met in one of those adult chat rooms. We exchanged pictures, and I immediately fell in love. She wasn’t a knockout, but she had a “girl-next-door” cuteness about her. Most importantly, I could tell from the shirt that she was wearing in her picture that she had really nice, big tits. I’m a breast guy, so after looking at the picture I was more than ready to cyber with the girl. After about an hour of online fun, we exchanged email addresses, IM screen names and phone numbers.

Maggie lives in Delaware and I live in Texas, but the long distance didn’t come between us and our internet and phone sex sessions. Not only was Maggie cute, but she had a voice that drove me crazy. By June 10, Maggie and I had been talking to each other for about 3 months. That was the day that she said that she wanted to meet me in person. She was out of school for the summer, and wanted to fly to Dallas to meet me. I couldn’t believe my luck. I offered to pay for her plane ticket, but she refused to let me. We made plans to meet that weekend.

I could hardly wait for Friday to roll around. I booked us into one of the best hotels in Dallas (a hotel way over my budget, by the way), and made reservations at one of the city’s trendiest restaurants. That Friday, I was at Gate 36 of DFW Airport with a half dozen roses. When I saw Maggie my heart skipped a beat. She was even prettier than she was in her picture. Her shoulder length black hair bounced as she walked. Her brown eyes seemed to sparkle with life and mischief, and her body…..Let’s just say that her picture did not do her justice. Her lithe, 19 year old body fit her perfectly, even though her C cup breasts look a little too large for her 5’2 frame. When she recognized me, she gave me a fierce hug. Being a foot taller than her, I had to bend down to kiss her on the lips. She was three years younger than me, but she seemed to have a maturity well beyond my years. Maggie was all woman.

“I was wondering what it would be like when we finally met,” she said as she took the offered flowers.

“Maggie, you’re even more beautiful than you are in your picture,” I managed to say while looking into her big, brown eyes.

“You are always so sweet to me,” she replied.

She took my hand, and we walked to my car. She threw her carry-on bag (Which was her only piece of luggage. Apparently, she didn’t plan on wearing much on our weekend together) into the backseat, and we drove off into the humid Southern twilight. As I told Maggie about escort çapa the restaurant that we were going to be having dinner at, I could see disappointment spread across her face.

“What’s wrong,” I asked. The last thing I wanted was for her to be disappointed by any aspect of our weekend.

“Nothing’s wrong.” Then she smiled wickedly as she looked at me. “I just thought we could skip dinner. What I’m really hungry for is you, Brad.”

I could feel my cock start to stir as I tried to keep myself from looking too overjoyed. I stared at Maggie. The smile stiff frozen on her face, she arched her eyebrows in a silent plea. She waited for me to say the words she wanted to hear.

“Shall we go straight to the hotel then?” I said with a grin.

She touched my right thigh, and her hand wandered near my growing cock.

“Mmmm,” she cooed, “that sounds like a better plan.”

We pulled into the hotel’s parking garage, and checked in at the front desk. After, we stepped into the elevator for our ride up to the fourth floor. Maggie wrapped her arms around me as she kissed me hard on the lips.

“Oh, my God, Brad, I’ve wanted to do this for so long now,” she whispered through shallow breaths. I started to kiss her neck as I ran my hands down the curves of her body. I could feel her bare ass through the material of her short, black skirt. She wasn’t wearing any panties.

Just before I could run my hands up and underneath her skirt, the elevator reached the fourth floor. I led her to our room. We were like high school kids about to experience their first time. Maggie giggled excitedly as I fumbled with the room’s key card.

The door had barely closed when Maggie shoved me against the wall and kissed me again. This time, she unbuckled my belt while she kissed. I went back to where I left off in the elevator. My hands followed the inside curve of her thighs until I reached her smoothly shaved pussy. Maggie was already very wet, and she moaned as I started to tease her down there with my fingers. She had my rock hard cock in her hand by then and was slowly stroking it.

She flashed that same wicked smile that I had seen in my car. She slowly traced a finger along the hair at the center of my chest and stomach as she sank down to her knees. She took the head of my cock into her mouth. Her warm tongue swirled over it as she started to slowly stroke the shaft. I leaned back against the wall and moaned for escort bayan istanbul more as Maggie expertly sucked me off. Her lips enveloped me inch by inch as she took my entire cock into her mouth. Her nose brushed against my pubic hair as she deep throated me like a pro. She moved back up to the tip, and then swallowed me again and again. Every time, more and more saliva ran down my shaft. My balls ached. Maggie stroked and sucked harder and faster. I was ready to shoot my load, and I warned her.

She let my throbbing dick slide from her mouth as she unbuttoned her white, silk blouse. Her beautiful C cups were held in place by a lacey, black bra.

“Cum on my tits, baby,” she said. “I know you like to pretend to do it when we talk online.”

I smiled and nodded. She enveloped my shaft with her mouth again and finished the job for me. When I couldn’t hold it any longer, I pulled myself from Maggie’s mouth and aimed my cock for her bra clad mammories. She squeezed them together and cooed in anticipation. I held my cock in my fist and stroked once…twice.

My hot, wet sticky load landed with a splat between Maggie’s magnificent cleavage. I shot two more loads, coating Maggie’s tits, bra and chest. She took my cock into her mouth again and greedily sucked out the last, lingering drops of my seed.

“Mmmm,” she said while she smiled up at me. “Now, that was much better than any dinner would have been.”

I startled Maggie by picking her up in my arms. I walked over to the bed, and she squealed with delight as I threw her down onto it. She started to wriggle out of her skirt as I pulled the remainder of my clothes off as fast as I could. She dropped her skirt onto the floor, and I got my first glimpse of her perfectly shaved snatch. She reached behind herself to unhook her bra. The lacey, cum soaked material slid away from her chest to reveal her very ample breasts. Her nipples were already stiff, and she moaned softly as her hands lightly brushed against them.

As I surveyed the curves of Maggie’s body, my cock began to grow again. By the time my face was between her legs, I was completely erect. My tongue licked her cunt from top to bottom. She was already wet, and I savored the taste of her sweet juices.

“Yeauuuuhhhh,” she tried to speak, but her words came out as a moan as I started to flick my tongue across her swollen clit.

“Oh…… God….uhhhh. Oh YES,” she stammered. “Eat my pussy, Brad. Just like that, baby.” escort etiler I sucked her clit into my mouth sucking for all I was worth. I wanted to do for her what she had done for me. Maggie had her legs draped over my shoulders, and she began to grind her cunt against my face as I brought her closer and closer to where she wanted to be. Her hips pushed forward as an explosion of her juices hit me in the face. She sighed heavily as her orgasm subsided. My tongue lapped up the cum that did not coat my face. She sighed dreamily as I licked her clean.

My cock was still hard as a rock. I climbed up onto the bed with Maggie and straddled her; my cock dangling inches from her hot pussy.

“Maggie,” I said, “you always make me so hard. I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”

“What are you going to do to me, baby?” she asked with a smile. “Tell me what you’re going to do, bad boy.”

My cock ached to be inside of her. I probably wouldn’t last for more than a few seconds before cumming. I prayed that I wouldn’t disappoint her.

“I’m going to shove my hard cock inside of you, and pound your pussy until I fill you up with my seed.”

Maggie’s eyes gleamed in anticipation and a wide grim spread across her face. “Fuck me baby. Give it to me hard.”

Never being one to break a promise to a woman, I shoved my cock inside of her, spreading her pussy lips wide. Maggie wrapped her legs around my waist, and I held her soft, tight ass as I pumped my cock in and out of her. I started slowly, then faster and harder. With each thrust, all 8 rock solid inches of my dick entered her. Her pussy was surprisingly tight, and it held onto my manhood like a vice. Maggie moaned as her sharp fingernails dug into the flesh on my back. She screamed as I plunged into her again and again.

“You like this, don’t you,” I asked. “You love having a hot hard cock pound the hell out of your pussy, don’t you?”

“Oh…uhhh..Oh God, yes! Fuck me, Brad. I’m going to cum…any seco..uhhhh! Any second.”

Maggie bucked underneath me, and I felt her juices flood her cunt. Her nails dug into me as she came. Her pussy still held onto me tight, and my balls ached to release their load. I had lasted much longer than I thought I would. With a groan, my hot, wet load filled Maggie’s pussy and mixed with her own juices. I groaned as my seed shot from my cock like bullets.

I collapsed on top of her, and she wrapped her arms around me. Her pussy continued to hold on tightly to my now wilting cock. I stared into Maggie’s big, brown eyes. She smiled up at me as she grabbed my face and pulled down to hers. She hungrily kissed me. We both moaned as our tongues teased each other. I looked into her eyes again and smiled at her.

“You were right,” I said. “That WAS better than any dinner would have been.”

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I can’t call this a dream anymore…it finally did happen…not exactly as written, but close enough…

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I dreamt about you…about your body, about how I touched you…aroused you…made love to you…about how you responded to me…about how you gave your body to our mutual pleasures…

Would you like me to share my dream with you? Would you like me to share how you looked to me? How I felt as I gazed on you beauty? How I felt as I touched you and seduced you?

My dream started with me walking up to your door. I saw myself knocking on the door in the middle of a bright spring morning. The sun warmed my back as I waited impatiently for you to come to the door. But once you opened it for me, the wait proved to be worth it!

The first thing I saw was your smile. It lit up your face touching each of your eyes as you looked at me. Your makeup was exquisitely done, not too much, but enough to enhance the innate beauty that is there. Your eyes shone as you looked at me from under their dark lashes. My heart leapt in my breast as I caught the look of absolute lust there.

Your full lips were coated in bright red lipstick. My first coherent thought was what would your lipstick look like on various parts of my body!

I didn’t have time to say do or say anything before you stepped back and told me to come in.

I turned to look at you as you closed and locked the door. You stood back against it giving me my first completely unobstructed look at you. You were dressed all in black. A black vest with a zipper down the middle that is open to the middle of your breasts. A tight black skirt with black nylons that encased your long legs and black high-heeled shoes completed the outfit.

I raised my head to look once again at your face. Your lips were slightly parted with just the hint of a shy smile. God it felt so wonderful to have such a beautiful woman as you want me, to have you ask me to come and share your day with you.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against yours. Our first kiss of the day was tender, but heartfelt. I was surprised by the taste of strawberries on your lips. The taste gave me a bump in my groin and I felt myself begin to stir down there.

I pressed my hands against the door behind you and my body against yours. You pushed back against me, feeling my beginning arousal. Our kiss became more passionate and intense.

I moved my mouth to tickle your ear. I slid my tongue around your jaw line and moved down over the exposed portion of your chest. My mouth found the zipper on your vest and I pulled it down… to discover that you aren’t wearing a bra…

I pulled the zipper down to the middle of your stomach, leaving only a couple of inches in its track still closed. I ran my tongue up your stomach, through the cleft of your breasts and back to your mouth. This time, when I pressed myself to you, you hold me tightly within your arms, pulling me hard against you.

I slide my knee between your legs and press it hard into your crotch. You moan into my mouth. Hearing your pleasure makes my heart sore and causes my cock to twitch. You feel the movement against you leg and giggle lightly into my mouth.

I kneel down in front of you and pull open the last of the zipper. My head slips inside your vest and I kiss my way up to your breast. I lick your warm skin, making circles around you nipple that get smaller and smaller as I go…soon I trap the nipple in my mouth and suckle on it softly. Your hands play with my head as I work the nipple in my mouth. You sigh contentedly as my mouth plays with you. I move to your other nipple and pull it quickly into my mouth, sucking a little too hard making escort sefaköy you gasp as I do so. You pull my head from your breast in mock anger, but soon allow me to latch onto it once again. I move back and forth between your breasts, taking my time to enjoy them for several minutes.

My hands are not idle. They move down, and then up your legs and delightfully discover that you are not wearing pantyhose, but rather nylons as my they find the warm, soft flesh at the tops of the welts…my hands continue moving upwards, carrying your skirt with them.

I can smell the incredible aroma of your sex. It is strong and intoxicating. My hands move upwards to clutch the cheeks of your ass and suddenly I discover why your scent is so strong…as you are not wearing panties either!

I slip to my knees and move my head down to kiss you legs above your stockings. You shiver at the touch of my lips so close to your sex. My hands pull you towards my mouth. I snake my tongue out to touch you just above your sex. I feel your body shudder once again. I push my head into your crotch and lick and suck at your seam for several minutes as you whimper and moan above me. Your hands caress my head as I play with you. Eventually you push me away and ask what you can do for me.

I stand up and ask you to take of my shoes and socks. I watch as you kneel before me and take them off. I then tell you to take of my pants. You smile up at me as you hands move to my belt. You still haven’t figured out how to open my belt. I laugh gently and open it for you. You smile as you unbutton and unzip my pants and move them down and off my legs. I ask you to keep going and your hands move up to remove my underwear.

My cock is standing up proud and strong when your hands move back up my legs. You caress my cock and balls giggling softly as you feel it pulse. You tell me how eager my cock feels for the touch of your hands. I tell you it’s not your hands that it is eager to touch!

You laugh and ask me what is it looking for? I tell you it is looking for something warm and wet. Again you laugh and this time give the head of my prick a nice gentle kiss.

You ask me is that what is looking for? I tell you, that while it is warm, it isn’t very wet. You smile and open you mouth to take me inside it. I growl and let you know that my prick is somewhat happy now that it has found a part of you that is warm and wet…

You say “only somewhat” as you move to take me back into your mouth. I tell you that my prick is dreaming of other warm, wet parts of you. Your giggle is muffled by my being in your mouth. My prick is discovering just how warm and wet your mouth can be…very…very…wet…and very…very…warm…

I love the way you work your tongue around my manhood. I love the feel of your mouth as I push myself in and out of you. The hungrier he gets, the deeper you take him in…and the wetter he becomes.

While you are sucking me, your hands travel up to my shirt and begin to unbutton it. Soon you are pulling it off me. I stand naked before you now, my hard cock in your mouth. For the first time, I can see all of my cock as it slides in and out of your mouth…it is coated with the bright red of your lipstick. The sight causes my cock to lurch in your mouth. I growl deep in my gut.

Grabbing you shoulders, I pull you up and spin you around, bending you over. You place your hands against the door. I unclip and unzip your skirt sliding it down to the floor. You kick it away as I move between your legs and easily slip my cock into your body. You gasp and I groan as I enter you.

I begin to move slowly, but you want none of that as you push back harder and faster against me. Our speed and strength increases as we fuck in the Fourier. My hands move along your delicious ass, feeling your cheeks and rubbing your thighs gently as we move together. I love the feel of your ass as it pushes escort bayan back into my hips. The soft cushions of flesh press against me again and again as we move together, heightening our responses.

I slide my hands along the sides of your body slipping under your open vest to cup and feel the weight of your breasts. I heft your tits and pull on the nipples causing you to shudder as my cock moves within you. Suddenly, I feel your cunt gripping me in waves and you ask excitedly if I can feel it. I know you are cumming and I let you have your orgasm.

After you finish, I pull myself from inside you. My crotch is soaked with your juices. I slip my hand down to touch you there to see if you are still wet enough to play and find that you are still more than ready.

I pull you into the living room and sit you on the arm of the sofa, slipping your vest from your body. I push you backwards until your shoulders are on the sofa and your ass is still on the arm. I pull your hips to me and sink my hard cock back into your body.

Your nylon-clad legs wrap themselves around me. I feel the hard leather of your high heels against my ass as I push in and out of you, moving faster and faster, harder and harder, until you have another strong orgasm.

I pull you up into a sitting position on the arm of the sofa. Your legs are still wrapped around me as I kiss you gently, my hard cock still within your body. I can feel your heart racing as we kiss.

You push me away and stand up, pulling me around to sit on the arm of the sofa. You kneel between my legs and take my cock into your mouth. You lick and suck me for several long minutes, your hands touching and tickling my balls at the same time. I ask you if you want me to cum. You ask me if I am ready to? I tell you I could be, but that I know you don’t like the taste. I ask if you are ready to go upstairs then for some more play.

We smile at each other and you stand up and grabbing my cock, pull me behind you as you move to the stairs. I have no choice but to follow, it hurts if I resist too much…lol.

We move up the stairs and, as we come to the first landing, I push you down onto your hands and knees. Standing on a stair below you, I am at the perfect position to just move forward and…

I enter you slowly and we spend several minutes just enjoying each other as we fuck. Soon you tell me your knees are hurting and I pull you up and into my arms. We kiss. Then you take me by my cock once more and start up the stairs to your room.

We hug and kiss our way to your bed, where you push me down onto my back. Once more you move between my legs and begin to lick and suck at me. I ask you if you want to do it by the numbers? You do not understand, so I explain that the numbers I am thinking or are 6 and 9. You laugh and turn around so that we can each use are mouths on the other.

You sling your leg over my head and I bring my lips to the welt of your nylon-covered leg. My hot breath baths the skin of your thigh above the welt as I bring my lips higher to touch the softness there. I kiss, nibble and nip my way up the back of your leg to your delectable ass. Now my tongue comes into play as I swipe it broadly along the crease of your cheek and your leg, moving inward slowly. I brush my breath over your sex but do not touch it with my mouth.

I love to look on your sex. To see it when it is swollen with excitement, to see it red with lust, to see the wetness running from it when you are horny.

You twitch as you feel the heat of my breath between your legs and try to press backwards toward me, but I move over to the other cheek and kiss my way down the inside of your thigh to the welt of the other stocking. You sigh and giggle around my cock as I tease you. I move back up to the juncture of your legs and this time bring my lips to kiss the lips I find there…you moan softly as I touch your heated centre.

I suck your escort atakent nether lips one by one into my mouth. I know how much you like the feel of this when I do it…I know how it makes your growl and shiver in lust. I take you lips back into my mouth but his time I use my teeth on your lips, pulling them and scrapping them. I know you are close because your hips are moving faster and faster as I tease you.

Finally, I take you clit into my mouth and suck on it. I feel you shudder and shake and know that you are very close to cumming. I flick my tongue over your clit and feel your ass begin to rise and I know you are ready. I take you clit back into my mouth and suck on it hard are you explode into my mouth. I love the feel of you when you are cumming, how you shake and shiver, how you move to keep yourself touching me intimately on your sex, yet try to pull away from me because it is so sensitive.

I feel myself beginning to come close. Once again I warn you and ask if you want me there or elsewhere? You groan but move yourself off of me and swing to sit over me placing your hot sex against my cock. It is wet from your mouth, but soon it is wet and much more slippery from your sex.

I enjoy the feel of you rubbing yourself against me as you move back and forth on top of me. You reach down to kiss me and as you do so the angle to your sex changes and the head of my penis slips inside. I groan into your mouth and push with my hips sending my manhood deeper into you until I hear a whimper coming from you as it reaches as far as it can.

Since you are on top of me, you set the pace for the both of us. You move to suit yourself as roll and bounce gently on top of me. My body is getting more and more excited as you move towards another orgasm. My body is racing to catch up to yours but all to soon you cum again and collapse on top of me. It is too late for me to catch up to you but I don’t mind.

I sit up with you pulling you into my embrace and giving you tender kisses as your body comes down from it’s high. Your legs are cramped beneath you in this position so you move them behind me. We are sitting together with my hardness still inside you as we kiss gently. Your body is still moving and soon begins to build toward another release of pleasure.

I hug you tightly to me as you move against me, urging yourself toward your newest release. You kiss me hungrily as your body moves faster and faster. Soon enough you clench tightly against me and moan into my mouth as you cum hard. I hug you throughout your orgasm as your sex squeezes my cock strongly. I am so close to cumming but once again your orgasm subsides before I achieve my needed release.

I lay you down on your back and move between your legs. I tell you I have to cum now and am going to fuck you for me…you tell me you are ready for me…

I move into you easily as you are still open from your last orgasm. I lean down and kiss your nipples, taking first one then the other into my mouth. I move up to kiss you gently as my movements become stronger and harder.

I move my arms under your knees and push them back, giving me more access to you. Soon my thrusts begin to achieve their desired affect as I feel my balls tighten. My hips are slapping forcefully against you as I pump myself in and out of you with stronger and stronger thrusts. The loud sound of our flesh slapping together reverberates off the walls of the bedroom.

I feel the tension mounting in my nuts as I move closer and closer to my release. I ask you if you are ready and you tell me you are and I tell you that I will come soon. I thrust for a couple of more minutes until I feel myself tipping over the edge. With a deep groan I tell you I’m cumming and let go inside of you.

My orgasm is strong. I feel myself shoot several loads of cum into you. My orgasm leaves me weak but I keep myself up on my hands and knees to kiss you once more. I roll over on my side and take you with me, my hand rubbing you back gently as we quietly kiss.

You reach down to feel me and discover that I am already starting to get hard again. You laugh and tell me that you are not quite ready for round two but your kisses are getting hotter every time you touch my lips…round two is not too far away…

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I never expected it to happen. I had visited the in-law’s home to drop off some wood for my father in law, but he wasn’t in. However, my mother-in-law was.

I took the wood around the back, and when I had finished, she invited me in for a drink.

While the kettle was boiling, I noticed that she was still in her T-shirt that she wears in bed. She had a bathrobe on, and this T-shirt but that was all. As I sat down, she sat opposite me, and started asking how my day was going. As it turned out, my day had finished earlier than I had planned by the fact that the offices had suffered floods, and we had all been given the day off. My mother in law had invited the wife and I over for a meal that evening, but said that we could turn up anytime, as she would be in all day. My wife was still at work, and would escort tesettürlü be for another 5-6 hours. It was while I was thinking about this, that my mother in law noticed that I had gotten my shirt dirty.

“Do you want a fresh one?” she asked. I replied that I preferred not to borrow shirts, as I tended to forget to return them. “In that case”, she said, “let me wash it for you,” and she started to undo the buttons on the front of my shirt. As she did so, I looked into her eyes, and noticed that she was looking back into mine.. a deeper emotion was there, and I couldn’t work it out. Finally she removed the shirt, and took it from me and put it into the washing machine. Now I was topless. She turned around and smiled in a way that I must admit started istanbul escort girls to turn me on. She then commented on how hot it was, and started to remove her bathrobe.

It was then that I noticed her figure for the first time. 36D and a figure to long for. As it was a night dress, she wore not bra, but her breasts seemed firm enough to hold their own. Her nipples, I noticed were starting to protrude through the top, and something stirred in the depths of my lap. She looked at me, while I tried to adjust my sitting position, and as I struggled to hide the evident growth, and smiled again. She then took me by complete surprise.

As she sat there, she slowly, and methodically opened her legs. This made matters worse for me, because it was then that I noticed escort özbek that she wore nothing underneath her night attire. My cock was now at full alert, but I was still stuck as to how to approach this. Here was my mother-in-law trying to seduce me, and here I was getting caught in the seduction.

She looked at me, smiled again, and asked if I liked the view from where I was sitting. I just squeaked a reply, and kept looking at her shaven pussy. Next she got up and walked over. Kneeling in front of me, she started to undo my trousers. As she did this, she slowly licked her lips, and caressed her nipples.

When she removed my underwear, she released my hard cock into the open. She took one look, stood up, and sat down on it, slamming her body onto it’s length.

As I caressed her breasts through her T-shirt, she gyrated and continually slammed her body on my cock. I could feel the wave of emotion building up inside of me. Before I knew it, I was ready to explode.

She smiled at me, once more, and made a huge effort to make me cum. Without appreciating what we were doing, I planted the seed that made my sister- in – law.

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It’s a really nice day outside, I thought, as I gazed out of the third floor window, and here I am stuck at school. As if that wasn’t bad enough, I was in English.

“Sam!”

“Yeah, Miss?” I turned back around to find my English teacher, Miss Evans, staring at me from her desk. She was 23, and had only been working at the school since the start of the year. I was 18 years old.

She wasn’t too tall, probably just over 5 foot, but she was so hot. She had a cute roundish face, wore glasses, and always had her long blonde hair in a ponytail. I guess it made her look even younger than she was.

“Have you finished reading chapter one already?”

“No, I..”

“Every lesson it’s the same thing,” She was getting up from her desk now and striding over towards me. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the odd person daring to turn their head in my direction. Miss Evans was beginning to go red in the face “And every lesson we end up having the same argument. I’ve had enough of it, Sam. I want you in here after school!”

“You’re giving me detention!?” She didn’t reply. She just escort güngören span round and walked back to her desk. Anger was bubbling up inside me. She was just picking on me, it was always the same. But as much as I hated her right then, I couldn’t help but stare at her arse as she walked away.

This usually ended up happening. No matter how pissed off I was at her, I seemed to end staring at her amazing body. My favourite were her breasts. They weren’t too big, probably B-cup. But somehow they made her seem perfect.

After another 3 hours of school, I made my way up to the third floor English room, and slowly entered. Miss Evans was sitting at her desk. It took a couple of seconds to register who it was, her hair wasn’t in it’s usual ponytail, but hanging freely. She got up and approached me.

“Glad you could finally make it,” she said, pointing at her watch.

“Sorry, Miss, I got held up by…”

“I don’t want to hear you’re excuse. If you’re not going to take this detention seriously then you can have one tomorrow bayan escort too”

“What!?” My anger bubbled over this time. “Are you crazy? You know fucking full well I’ve done nothing wrong! This whole thing’s bullshit, I’m leaving.” As I turned around to get out of the room, she grabbed my arm and pulled me back around.

“How dare you talk to me like that!” Her eyes were wide and her breathing heavy. The next thing I knew her other hand slapped me across the face. I just stood there staring at her. What the hell was she playing at? She moved closer, our faces inches apart.

“I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget.” She threw her lips onto mine. They were so soft. Her tongue thrust itself into my mouth, and all the anger I had felt seconds ago was gone, replaced by lust.

She broke away, and stepped back. I was expecting her to tell me how big a mistake the kiss was, to tell me to leave; but she simply gave me a sexy grin, then removed her top and her bra.

I was now able to see the true beauty of her boobs. Her nipples were standing up. I escort güneşli reached out and pulled her back towards me, kissing her for a second time. This time, she began taking my clothes off, then the rest of hers.

“Fuck me, Sam.” The tone of her voice was no longer commanding, but longing. I pushed her backwards, onto her desk. She grabbed my already hard cock and pulled it towards her pussy. The head of my dick was just touching her. She was so wet!

I couldn’t wait any longer, I needed to see how she felt. I pushed my cock inside her pussy. She was so tight.

“Oooh, Sam!” I began pumping in and out. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until her moans echoed around the room.

“I’m going to cum, Sam!” I had only just registered what she’d said, when I felt her pussy clamp down hard on my cock. Her body was shaking uncontrollably.

“I want you’re hot cum inside of me, Sam.” Her voice was shaky, her body still quivering. I couldn’t hold out any longer, and I pumped my cock in her for the last time, the feeling in my balls exploded. I could feel the cum shooting into her wet pussy over and over.

I pulled out and sat on the desk beside her.

“Fucking hell, Miss, that was amazing”

“Yes,” she replied, “but look at the mess you’ve made on my desk.” She pointed to the cum dripping out of her pussy. “I’m afraid I’m going to have to give you a weeks worth of detentions…”

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This story has a bit of truth to it, but it did not quite happen the way I tell it below, but I can always wish, right? None of the names are true and this is totally fiction. Thanks Sunny for your suggestions!

*****

Retirement wasn’t all it was cracked up to be! I really began to miss the day-to-day events of going to the office and inter-acting with my colleagues. A friend needed some help at the school where she taught English. The money wasn’t great, but it was better than sitting on my ass at home. I began teaching a group of students that were preparing to enter universities in the states. They need to pass an English exam and needed to improve their language skills before enrolling. Additionally, wives of some of the foreign executives would enroll so it was an interesting mix of students.

After the first couple of weeks of teaching a class of teens more interested in learning about American teen-age culture, I was surprised when the director brought a lady to sit in on my class. Asrar was a beautiful Arab MILF, the wife of a diplomat. After sitting in for a day she signed up for my class.

Asrar, I learned later that her name meant secret in Arabic, always dressed very stylish. Always, in western style clothes, always the top of the rack from the best ladies stores in town. She only wore the hajib scarf over her hair and wrapped it stylishly around her neck. Only her beautiful face was exposed to the outside world. When she joined my class it was winter and she normally wore a loose sweater and wool slacks, expensive suede slip-on flats with expensive jewelry around her neck and wrists.

As a student she was the best; always on time, homework ready, and attentive in class. I learned her husband was assigned to the consul and traveled a lot for his position. She had five children the oldest, a son was a freshman in college… already the typical American.

As time went on, other opportunities popped up and I decided to take another position. I announced that I was leaving to the class, giving the students a little time to get use to the idea of a new teacher and for me to finish the term. On my last day, as the other students left the room, I noticed Asrar, was lagging escort mahmutbey back, putting her books away and fumbling with her bag. I walked out of the room and came back thinking the room would be empty. Shutting the door behind me so I could make a phone call, I realized I was not alone.

Asrar was still sitting at her desk, but she had removed the hajib, a most unusual move for an Arab lady of her age. Her hair was flowing free over her shoulders.

“How did she keep all that hair wrapped up,” I thought not knowing what to say. Her hair was thick and black with a slight curl as it cascaded over her shoulder. I sat the phone down and walked to the back of the room. Asrar stood, she appeared taller than normal, but then I noticed she was wearing western pumps and a flowing skirt. As she stepped from the desk her skirt swished as she moved towards me with her hands outstretched, I took them as we embraced. The Arab mix of spices and perfume spread as I held her closer and tighter, not knowing what was going to happen next.

“I am going to miss you as my professor! It was the highlight of my day.”

My god, I never saw this coming! I could feel her breast pressing against my chest while she looked up at me with her wide almond eyes. She looked down and in a low voice, said “I know this is wrong, I have exposed myself to you. But I had to let you know that I considered you to be in my family and I could wear clothes like I would around my family.

“Asrar, I don’t know what to say…”

She pushed her face towards mine and with her lips open she pressed her lips to mine. It was only a few kisses when I felt her tongue probing, pushing deep into my mouth, and finally we were kissing like two teen-agers behind the football stadium. I didn’t know what was next but at this point I really didn’t care! Her arms wrapped around me and mine around her. I felt her hands on me like I would have never imagined and I let my right hand drop to her perfectly shaped bottom and felt her firm ass thru the silk of her skirt.

I think westerners often fantasize what is under the full burka that is worn by some Muslim women but, today eskort I was wondering what was under her stylish skirt, because my hands instinctively noticed the line of a garter belt and French cut panties under the light material.

She stepped back and looked at me then down at the toe of her shoes, “I would hope you could join me for lunch, would you follow me over to the Hilton?” Of course but, Asrar, you don’t have to do this.” Turning her head to the side, “But if I want to?” I smiled back at her. She put her hair back into a bun, rewrapped the hajib and we left the room for the last time. No one knew we had just kissed and felt each other like teenagers.

The school was in a somewhat exclusive high end business district, so I followed closely behind her black Mercedes and slid into a parking place across the row from her car. Walking into the hotel as friends, no one would have thought we had just been making out in my classroom.

Inside the lobby, I started towards the dining room when she whispered, “I can’t be seen eating in public with you, and I have a suite where we will eat.”

Stepping onto the elevator I felt her hand take mine and her body inch closer to me, looking down into her eyes I thought I saw heaven.

Once the door closed behind us, the hajib came off again, her hair was free and she became the sex kitten that kissed me in the classroom.

“Professor, please be mine today…” With that I noticed there wasn’t any food on the table and she began tugging me towards the bed room door.

Walking into the bedroom our arms wrapped around each other, Asrar fell back onto the bed and I fell with her. My hands went to the hem of her skirt and I pulled it up as he worked the side zipper exposing the olive skin of her bare thighs, between the high cut panties and the top of her tan stockings. Asrar, took the blouse off while I removed my trousers and shirt and in mere minutes we were laying on the bed, nude except for her erotic lingerie.

Kissing her cheeks I went down the softness of her face and neck and used my tongue between the cleavages of her breast again being overcome by the erotic scent of her perfume. Releasing her breast escort sultangazi with the front clasp of her matching bra, Asrar’s breast with their aroused nipples were free for my lips. Sucking one and then the other before I felt her push me back on to the bed.

Not struggling, my new lover went down my body until she was holding my cock in her hands, running her tongue up and down its length… stopping to kiss its girth every few inches until the precum started forming on the end of my cock and then she licked it away.

Asrar, took my cock into her hands and massaged it while her lips smeared her red lipstick over the head of my cock. With each passing minute, Asrar took more and more of my cock into her mouth until she had swallowed it all and was massaging my balls in her soft hands.

It didn’t take long before the cum began building in my cock and Asrar swung her legs over me and took my cock deep into her pussy. Settling down with all of my cock in her she began to sway back and forth until our hips began moving in together and her breast swung in the air in front of my face.

My god what are you doing to me, she screamed!

My hands had been on her ass and with her scream I reared back and swatted her tender ass with my open palm, getting her to scream again but loader!

“Kiss me baby!” I yelled, wanting her to bend forward so I could suck her luscious breasts. Biting at her nipples as they swayed in front of me. I wanted to cum in her pussy and it was beginning to build in my balls and move thru my cock. Asrar, started talking to me telling me she wanted me to cum in her now, how she wanted my seed in her pussy, and I couldn’t hold back! My cum shot into her pussy at the top of a stroke, she dropped back down, engulfing my cock as she dropped to catch her breath and rested squatting over my cock.

Asrar stretched out next to me after she slowly moved off my cock and for a minute she took my cock in her mouth and cleaned both of our cum from my throbbing rod.

Looking at her, kissing her face, I moved to do the same to her and licked the lips of her pussy as I cleaned the last drop of cum from her love canal.

She snuggled up again and kissed my face making me want to fuck her again … but a knock on the door interrupted us making love again. Asrar had preordered food and champagne it had arrived. It looked like she had come to play for more than an afternoon quickie. I would have to wait and find out.

What do you think happened after lunch?

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After a decadent weekend of mostly eating chocolate and making love, my friend had to return to Perth last night and I have to go to work today.

It’s been one of those days…I just knew I should of ducked down under that doona and totally forgotten about coming to work today.

I think I’m suffering from Mondayitis and to make things worse, there’s hardly anyone at the office today.

You see tomorrow’s a public holiday so most people took a four day weekend. It’s pretty much just me on reception taking messages.

I sit here day dreaming about the lovemaking we shared over the weekend, and that jar of chocolate paint she bought me for Easter.

Gosh, you know, I simply lost count of how many times we came over the weekend. Mmmm, smiling to myself, I do know that she made me cum in every room my apartment. On the floor, the sofa, the kitchen bench top, in the bath. Everywhere. Even on the washing machine.

The phone rings and my mind comes back to work. But work isn’t where I want to be today.

I take a message. I click onto Literotica and read a couple of stories. As I’m reading I answer a couple of calls.

Reading and thinking about the things we did on the weekend makes my pussie tingle. I pull up my skirt and pull my panties aside. My fingers go to work with the sweet juices already forming on my lips.

But, I’m not thinking of her anymore. I’m thinking of my boyfriend who’s been away for a month.

He’ll be returning escort türbanlı to my apartment today while I’m at work.

As my fingers play with my clit, I’m imagining how his tongue will feel on this very spot tonight. I moan softly thinking that tonight, I’ll be able to make the fantasy that’s been in my head for weeks come to life.

I moan again thinking how he’ll make me cum with his tongue. Mmmm, for sure, better than I’m about to cum now.

Just then, the phone rings again. It’s my boss. I’m panting a little. He asks if I’m ok. Says I sound funny. I tell him everything is fine and no, we are not busy at all. He thanks me for coming in and tells me to turn on the answering machine and take the rest of the day off.

I hang up, turn on the answering machine, flick the switch so the lift won’t open on this floor and totally make myself cum. Just as I’m pulling myself together and catching my breath, the other two people that were in come out and say the boss called them and said they could go home.

I go to the bathroom, remove my panties and put them in my bag.

My pussie, shaved by my girlfriend, feels so smooth and alive today and I want to be able to touch and taste her as I drive home.

I call my apartment and he answers. Oh goody, he’s home already.

I hear the jets of the spa in the background as he drawls about it being a long flight and needing to relax and unwind. Hmmm….the escorts istanbul spa. Perfect. That’s exactly where my fantasy begins.

Please, let me share my fantasy with you as I drive home to fulfil it.

I’ve fantasized about this moment for so long…..of stripping off slowly as you watch me, raising my leg and stepping into the tub, giving you a stunning view of my totally bare pussie.

Of sitting on your lap and kissing you deeply, hungrily, passionately as you fondle my breasts and tug at my nipples.

Of fondling your hard cock. Of getting him to rock hard.

Of you sitting on the edge of the tub with me on my knees in that hot, bubbly water.

Of my hand being wrapped around your hard cock, while the other fondles your balls, as I lean forward and take my first lick.

Of licking you up and down, just like a lollipop.

Licking around your smooth head, down along the full, thick length of your cock right down to your balls. Hot, heavy with fullness of that tasty creamy stuff I can’t wait to taste and back up along that sexy shaft.

Right now this dream feels so real.I’m so excited. Feeling my pussie, and let me tell you, she’s tingling at the thought of taking your cock into my mouth.

My tongue swirls around the head and I suck you in.

I hear you moan and I suck a little harder.

I hear you moaning again, whispering my name.

I feel your hands on my head, your escort olgun fingers in my hair. Your hips buck up pushing your cock further into my mouth as I suckle on him. I look down at my body, my nipples hard with excitement.

My hand slides from your balls, moving towards my smooth mound down to my tingling clit.

Mmmmm, I slide a finger inside my pussie as my tongue swirls around your cock, all while I’m looking up into your eyes.

How does it feel now that you’ve got me, a sexy naked woman tucked in between your thighs, your fingers tucked into my hair, your cock buried in my mouth as I look up into your eyes and grin before we both let loose and lose control?

Me making love to that cock I adore with my mouth and tongue, just waiting to feel you spurt your creamy passion into my mouth.

You bucking your hips, caressing my head as you fuck my sexy, wild mouth. Moaning, calling my name as I fondle your balls and continually suck all of you in, loving every moment of it.

And then I feel the first spurt as you call out my name, then another as you moan, another as your body begins to shudder, and another as I swallow it all.

Your hands loosen their grip on my hair.

Another spurt as your body continues to shudder in shock and pleasure from the power of this orgasm I have just bought out in you.

You caress my head, my shoulders as your cock slides from my mouth and you slide back down into the hot tub, taking me into your arms.

Once again, I am on your lap as you try to regain your breath.

Kissing my eyes, my nose, my lips.

Licking up that drop of your cream I missed a few seconds ago as I licked my lips and your hand slides in between my thighs.

Mmmmmmmmmmmmm. What do you think? Want to share in my fantasy?

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Sometimes I forget how lucky I am that you love me back. Do you know how long I wanted you before I got to have you?

I was nineteen. There was a night we went bowling. You were wearing black dickies and a gray top that was cut in a deep V. And you were just so beautiful. I remember thinking that you had just the most perfect proportions. I wanted to touch you where your waist flared out just barely to your hips. And I wanted to watch you move all night.

And then I think I fell in love with the way you smelled. I remember one day when we were living at Courtney’s, but before we started dating. You were sitting in my room for a while. When you left, the side of my bed where you had been smelled like you. You got up and left to go watch TV or take a shower or something. I masturbated, burying my face in the pillow that smelled like you. And I left the door open, half hoping you would come back in and join me, but too scared to ask because it wasn’t allowed yet. So sometimes, even now, I forget that you’re mine and that it’s ok to do those things.

My favorite part of having sex with you are the moaning sounds you make right before you come. You never make them any other time, so konya bosna escort it’s how I know you’re about to lose control. I love watching you just come undone for me.

I also like when I’m not licking fast enough for you, and you move your hips against my face. You have the most perfect hips. They’re narrow and kind of boyish, but at the same time your hipbones stick out in the most feminine way. It’s that kind of really sexy androgyny that just does it for me. It makes me want to tease you until you run your fingers through my hair and push on the back of my head until I can’t breathe in anything but the scent of your pussy.

hmmmm, are you masturbating yet?

I’ll lick up the side of your neck. Run my tongue around the shell of your ear and suck your earlobe into my mouth. Then I’ll sink my teeth into the back of your neck, right over the nerves at your hairline. You’ll scream a little, not a lot, and your whole body will go tense, vibrating under my weight until I release the pressure. I’ll lick over the spot, feel the marks my teeth made and how the flesh under the marks is swelling to bruise. I’ll feel you shiver a little, and I’ll run konya esc my hands over your waist, below your breasts, down to your hips.

I’ll close my palm over your pussy, pushing down on your clit, then letting go. Not enough to make you come, but enough to let you know I’m thinking about it. You’ll moan and move closer to me, turning over on your back to give me better access. But your clothes are still in the way. I pull off your pants but leave your underwear on. They’re red cotton, and they cover everything, but your ass looks so amazing in them.

I kiss down your abdomen. Wet, open-mouthed kisses. Then I lick a stripe just above the top of your panties, below your navel, between your hipbones. And I lick over your clit, through the cotton. I press my mouth to your pussy and breath hot, wet air onto your clit. You moan and shiver. And I bite down, just a little. I soak your panties with my tongue, then I take them off.

Then I lick over your lips, warm and wet and gentle. I suck them into my mouth, moving your clit around with my teeth. Finally, I lick between your lips and push back on your clit hood. I hear–and kind of feel–you sigh as I konya escort establish a rhythm directly on the head of your clit.

I played too long. You’re already close. I slow down a little, but you whine and buck your hips against me. Your eyes are dark and shining. You bite your lip and close your lids, squirming underneath me.

I push my fingers inside you, feel your g spot at the back. It’s wet, I can feel your heartbeat in it, a counterpoint to the rhythmic squeezing of your muscles around the base of my fingers. Come is dripping down my hand, over my wrist. I pull out and drip your juices over your clit, lick them off my fingers. You taste so good, and I can tell from your face that you’re desperate to come.

I squeeze my legs together. Watching you like this turns me on so much. You’re prone, on your back, so vulnerable and so wanton. But I don’t want to lose focus on you. I push in deeper, bury my nose in the hair above your slit, lick quickly across your clit, and breathe your scent in. God, you smell so good. I take my fingers out, lick from your asshole to your clit, over and over. I don’t want to stop.

But your clit is just begging for attention. And you start to make those moaning sounds when I go back to it. Those sounds that tell me you’re about to lose control. I feel it swell up in my mouth, the head becomes easy to move and swollen with blood. Your muscles clamp down on my fingers and your thighs hold my head in place as you shake with release.

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Pillow Princess Club Ch. 04

Summary: Pussy : a face sitting in a Swedish girl’s bedroom.

Note: This is dedicated Stephen who requested the series.

Note 2: Thanks for Tex Beethoven for editing yet another wicked series.

Note 3: This is chapter four of an ongoing series.

In Chapter One, Meredith is at home alone with her 8-month-old baby while her husband is constantly away working and neglecting her sexual needs. She spies through her bedroom window her 18-year-old female next door neighbour (a gorgeous girl from Italy) being sexually pleasured by another woman, and then another one, and then even more. This sparks a flame inside Meredith, awakening her curiosity to explore her own same sex desires. She discovers there’s a neighborhood secret Pillow Princess Service Club, where older women sign up to frequently be summoned by younger women to pleasure them sexually. She signs up out of lust and curiosity, and she’s immediately summoned by that same beautiful next door neighbour Bianca, whereupon she goes next door and eats her pussy. Which begins Meredith’s journey into submissive lesbianism.

In Chapter two, Meredith is hailed during her walk of shame home from Bianca’s back yard, and she’s convinced into going across the street to the wife of a congressman Miranda Bellencourt’s house to service her stocking-clad feet, eat her pussy, and get her own pussy fucked (with a strap-on), which was the first time Meredith had been fucked in a year and a half.

In Chapter Three, Meredith drives a few blocks away to her former high school bully’s house, where she’s surprised to be greeted by a naked Miranda (with a bright red butt) who’s being punished for using Meredith before the more important, younger, pillow princesses… this punishment includes Miranda being spanked (a lot), and being required to fuck herself in the ass with a large cucumber. Meredith services her third pussy, her high school bully’s daughter’s, whereupon said bully enters the house, and before long begins fucking her pussy… although sadly, not long enough to get her off… before Meredith rushes out to take care of pussy number four.

And now, continuing immediately after part 3….

Pillow Princess Club Ch. 04

Once inside my car, I checked my phone for the next girl. Her name was Astrid. I didn’t know any Astrids.

I checked the address; she was only a few minutes’ drive away.

I turned on google maps and drove there… hungry for more pussy… unable to get enough… enjoying a sexual adrenaline high I didn’t want to come down from… nor to consider the plethora of consequences (both delicious and horrible) that may lie ahead… my pussy on fire from the brief fucking… even if my former high school bully had done it… or perhaps because she’d been my high school bully.

It felt like I was drunk on pussy… and I felt compelled to continue drinking from that fountain.

I arrived… my pussy still tingling, the brief fuck from my former bully while I ate out her daughter keeping me revved up.

I looked around to make sure no one was around to see me in my slut outfit, and I didn’t see anyone… although I wasn’t sure I should even care anymore. I mean, I was pretty sure all the men who lived nearby were at work, and most of the women who might see me would know exactly what I was up to, since they too would belong to the Pillow Princess Service Club, so it just was what it was.

I walked up to the front door and knocked.

A moment later, a very pretty blonde girl opened the door and greeted in a friendly fashion with a strong Nordic accent, “Hallo, come on in.”

“Hi,” I said, walking in while admiring her.

“Cute outfit,” she said as she checked me out.

“Mrs. Bellencourt made me wear this outfit,” I said. “It’s not my usual clothing.”

“It is still sexy,” she said, then she turned around and said, “Follow me.”

“Okay,” I said loving the looks of her ass as she walked away. The things that turned me on had been evolving in the past few days in ways I couldn’t fathom. By today, legs, breasts, tits, ass, and of course pussy, consumed my lust and desires… and they now controlled all my actions. Prior to about a week ago, I’d only lusted after men.

For konya escort the first time in four pussies (this upcoming one being the fourth), I was led into a bedroom. She asked, as she pulled her jeans down and off, once we were inside her bedroom, “So is today your first day as a sex slave?”

“Yeah, I guess you could call it that,” I agreed, looking around the room.

As she also removed her panties, she asked, “What made you decide to join?”

“I was being totally ignored by my husband, both for several months before, and then after we had a child eight months ago. So I got frustrated and started exploring my sexuality online,” I began, thinking how casual this conversation was while she undressed right in front of me, not appearing to mind that I was staring hungrily at her. I continued, thinking this was likely the best way to describe how the events proceeded… serendipity. Serendipity that I’d seen Bianca getting pleasured. Serendipity to find two people (Bianca and Edna) to help me break free of my loneliness and insecurities. I said, “Long story short, then Fate came in and finished me off.”

As she got onto the bed, she asked, “So you are brand new to all of this?”

“You could say that. Less than two hours ago, I’d never licked a single pussy in my life. But now yours is about to be my fourth,” I answered, as she spread her legs wide and reached for a game controller.

I glanced around to see that she had a game loaded on her television on the wall. She said, “That is interesting.”

“Yeah, my brain is still struggling to catch up with all of it,” I admitted, as I approached her bed… and of course her… we both knew why I was here, so I didn’t need any coaching unless she wanted something specific… this routine beginning to feel so natural. I come to a teenage girl’s house, I service her, and then I leave… just as casual as going out for coffee with someone and we gossip about our friends.

“I can imagine,” she said, seeming to understand my recent series of overwhelming events.

I climbed onto the bed, and as I maneuvered between her legs I asked, as I admired her long, pale legs, “Where are you from? Your accent is really sexy.”

“Sweden.”

“Nice,” I said, as I directed my face towards her completely shaved pussy… it seemed that everyone but me had a shaved pussy… so where I could get that done was something I’d have to inquire about. I hadn’t even trimmed my pussy since I was a couple months pregnant, so I had a full bush… which I hadn’t cared about, but now I was suddenly very self-conscious about. I’d gotten a Brazilian for my honeymoon a couple decades ago, but since then I’d just trimmed it regularly, until the last time I got pregnant.

“This neighbourhood is a great place,” she said, fixing a headset to her head, “I’m here on a one-year exchange.”

“That’s cool,” I said, finding this conversation rather surreal, considering why I was there, and the hairless pussy a couple inches away from my face. “I’ve always wanted to visit the Scandinavian countries.”

“Then you should go,” she said, looking down at me.

“Its definitely on my list,” I said… Scandinavia a region I’d always wanted to explore… since I had some Norwegian ancestry in me.

“Well, if you come to Stockholm some day, I can definitely give you a tour, and you can give me some orgasms.”

“Both of those would be great.”

“America has been great so far, too.”

“It’s not too bad here,” I agreed, feeling it was odd to be having such a normal conversation while I was lying between her legs with her pussy a couple inches away from my face.

“Yeah, this Pillow Princess Club was a really nice surprise,” she said, as I stared directly into her moist, swollen pussy, impatient to taste her sweet-looking peach… her scent was drawing me in like a bear to honey.

“Tell me about it,” I chuckled awkwardly, no longer able to resist this oh-so-inviting glazed pussy within my reach, so I extended my tongue, and parted her pretty pink pussy lips.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned as the talking stopped, and she started playing a game.

So with our conversation obviously over for now, I did what I came here to do… I began licking this lovely girl’s pussy.

Lying on my belly, I leisurely licked her pussy while she konya escort bayan talked to herself, I suppose about the game, and more than likely in Swedish.

I explored her entire pussy… licking… probing… teasing… gradually stimulating her wetness.

She had a sweet taste.

She gave me soft moans.

All while she chatted in Swedish, while playing her game.

It was likely five minutes, maybe more, before she said, now in English, her accent still wonderfully sexy, “Will you please tell my friend what you are doing right now?

Huh? Oh, she was on the phone. The friend was likely a girl in Sweden. I responded, “First, my name is Meredith. Please tell me your name, honey.” I didn’t know whether this friend was male or female, but calling them ‘honey’ worked either way.

“My name is Vera, Meredith. So tell me, what are you doing?”

“I’m licking Astrid’s delicious young pussy.”

“No way,” Vera said.

“Ask Meredith anything you want,” Astrid said.

“How old are you?” Vera asked.

“Forty-four.”

“Shit!”

“I told you, I have a couple dozen women… MILFs, we call them here in America… who come to my house and eat my pussy anytime I want,” Astrid said. This is Meredith’s first day as an official slut… she’s actually really nice, but that’s what she likes being called, so as part of her initiation, mine is the fourth pussy she’s eaten in less than three hours. And mine won’t be the last. Meredith, how many more pussies do you think you’ll be licking today?”

“I don’t really know exactly, but at least two more,” I answered.

“That seems too crazy to believe,” Vera said.

“Yeah, I thought so too at first,” Astrid said. “But it is simply an app. I choose a woman from the list, and if she is available, she hurries over as fast as she can and eats me out until I come, and then she goes away again. No hassles, no lovey dovey, no sensitive feelings, she just arrives, gives me an orgasm and leaves.”

“Fucking wild,” Vera said.

“I know,” Astrid said, as I wiggled my tongue between her pussy lips.

“I need someone to come when I want and munch on my pussy,” Vera said.

“Then come to America for a visit,” Astrid said. “I’ll have someone come over, and she’ll pleasure us both.”

I chipped in as I licked, “How old are you, Vera?”

“Nineteen.”

Then since you’re old enough, if you come visit Astrid, I’ll be thrilled to eat your pussy.”

“Shit, that is so cool!” she said. “How old is old enough?”

“In America it’s eighteen,” I said.

“What? That’s ancient! In Sweden much younger.”

“I know, it’s crazy,” Astrid said as I flicked her clit. “But now that you’re old enough for America, you can have even more fun. In the past month, I have had twelve different women eat my pussy. Some of them more than once.”

“I sure could use someone just to stop by, service me and leave,” Vera said.

“That is exactly what the Club is,” Astrid told her.

“Then I really do need to visit you.”

“When I return home, I’m going to try and figure out a way of starting a Pillow Princess Service Club in Stockholm,” Astrid said.

“I’m in,” Vera said.

“I bet there are lots of older women just like me, who’d love to be your submissive pussy-munching pets,” I said, wanting to rejoin the conversation.

“Do you think your Mom would eat my pussy?” Astrid asked.

“Astrid!” Vera gasped.

“I bet she would be a great pussy muncher,” Astrid insisted.

“Okay, then what about your mom?” Vera tossed out. Do you think she would eat mine?”

“That is an intriguing idea. Do you want to sit on my Mom’s face?” Astrid asked. Then she surprised me by gently pushing my head away.

“You know I do,” Vera said.

“Meredith, roll onto your back,” Astrid ordered me.

“Okay,” I said, unsure of what she had in mind.

“Okay, we have a deal. Once I return home I’ll seduce your Mom, and you can seduce mine,” Astrid said, and then she stood up on the bed, straddled me, looked down at me and asked, “Have any of the girls sat on your pretty face yet?”

“I can’t say that any have,” I said, admiring her wet pussy from a fresh viewpoint.

“Well,” she said, as she slowly lowered herself onto me, her pussy soon resting on my face, and her legs on both sides of my escort konya head, “let’s change that sorry state.”

Her words were now muffled, since her legs were squeezed against my ears. So I just resumed licking… her scent even stronger now that I was confined to this small space beneath her body and thighs.

It wasn’t as easy to pleasure her this way. I could lift my head up to probe deeper between her pussy lips, but my head’s movements were restricted.

On the other hand, it was strangely relaxing.

I just laid there and licked.

Breathed in the fresh scent of a young woman.

Savoured the taste of this girl.

Was just a pussy licker.

I licked her for a few minutes before she began slowly to grind her hips back and forth, which caused her also to grind her wet pussy directly against my face.

I loved this experience!

She simply used my lips, tongue, and my entire face to pleasure herself.

I kept my tongue extended and available to her.

I enjoyed her wetness getting smeared all over my face… like I was being baptised into some weird sex cult.

After a couple minutes of this pussy-juice bath, I felt her pulling my face up so I was plastered against her pussy, and she began grinding faster, chanting. “Ah, suta inte.” (Swedish for ‘Yes, don’t stop.)

I’m pretty sure that was something in Swedish. I had no idea what it meant, but based on her fast, aggressive grinding on my face, it probably meant she was close.

I kept my tongue extended and I started wiggling it as best I could, as she kept repeating, “Suta inte.”

Finally her orgasm erupted through her, and I opened my mouth as wide as I could to provide her with the best possible receptacle, while she screamed out perhaps the only word I knew in Swedish as she repeated, each repetition getting more intense and louder, “Ja… ja… ja… ja… jaaaaaaaaa!”

From my position as she came, it was like she’d opened up a tap and was pouring a steady flow of her pussy cum into my mouth.

My mouth still wide open, I enjoyed the warmth of her cum, as it flowed into my mouth and down into my stomach.

She let go of my head as her juices continued pouring out of her pussy, and so I leaned back up to catch as much of her cum as I could.

A minute later she rolled off of me, and almost boneless, I lay there, soaked in her wetness.

“Thanks, Meredith,” she said.

“Thank you, Astrid,” I said, part of me wanting to roll over, crawl back between her legs and resume licking… but I didn’t. I slowly got to my feet, as she too got off the bed, and I stretched.

“I’ll invite you over again sometime soon,” she said. We both knew if she asked, I’d need to rush over ASAP, so it was sweet of her to phrase it that way.

“Please do,” I said, as I got off the bed and admired her ripe young body.

“I suspect you have more stops to make today,” she said.

“At least one more,” I confirmed.

“Well, have fun with the next girl,” she said. “You can let yourself out.”

“Will do,” I said, as I walked out of her bedroom and back to my car.

An older man walking his dog stopped to stare at me as I walked to my car. I don’t know why, but I decided to blow him a kiss.

Even from across the street, I could see his eyes go wide.

I grinned at my sudden brazenness as I got into my car. I pulled out my phone and clicked on my third assignment.

The next girl’s name was Lana Lacombe. Another stranger, although less than an hour ago Astrid had been one, and she no longer fit in that category.

The address was a few miles away… and outside of the suburb I lived in.

One more pussy to eat, and then back home to Barbara, who I was really looking forward to playing with. For one thing, I wanted to know all about the sexy adventures she and my daughter Catherine had gotten up to in the last couple of years. Of course at this point in my own misadventures I was in no position to criticize, nor did I want to. I just wanted to listen, and then say things like, “Wow, that’s so dirty! And then what did you do?”

Oddly, as I began driving, I felt an odd sadness, because I only had one more mystery pussy to look forward to today. My… could I call this a treasure hunt?… had been (and still was) scary sometimes, and yet overall, incredibly exciting. I’d never been one to look forward to surprises, but the surprises so far today had been thrilling.

I wondered what Lana Lacombe would be like.

The End of part 4.

Coming next:

Chapter 5, pussy , sex in a public place… a yoga establishment.

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Cheerleading practice that day was especially intense, given the importance of that week’s game. But Jackie London found that she didn’t have to do too much; the seniors mostly ran the show, and she could hang back and watch. She got a very warm feeling in her heart seeing what confident, capable young women Kelly, Kat, Olivia, and Ana had become; and a warm feeling in a different part of her body thinking what intimate knowledge she’d had of all of them.

Lexi was in a different category, of course; though nominally a senior, she was pretty new and so couldn’t be expected to take the same kind of leadership role. She still looked kind of lost out there sometimes, and the one time during practice that Jackie really stepped in was to scold a younger girl who gave Lexi a hard time for missing a step.

After practice, Jackie had some paperwork to do, and when she finally left her office everyone was gone except Lexi, who was slouched down near her locker reading a history book with a glum look on her face.

“Hey, Lex,” said the coach. “What are you doing still here?”

“Nothing,” answered the blonde. “My dad’s out of town so I’m in no hurry to get home. It’s kind of lonely in the house.”

“Oh,” said Jackie sympathetically. “That’s too bad. Well… do you want a ride home?”

“Sure!” Lexi responded, perking up a little. She put the book in her backpack and followed Jackie to the parking lot. By the time they got to her house Lexi seemed pretty rize escort well cheered up, but when they pulled up in front she just sat quietly for a minute. “I hate going in by myself,” she finally said. “Would you come in with me?”

“Um, OK,” said Jackie, turning off the ignition. She followed Lexi up the walk, reflexively looking around to see if anyone might be watching; but it was dark and quiet. When they got inside Lexi led Jackie to the kitchen and beckoned her to have a seat.

“How about a cup of tea?” asked Lexi.

“Well…” Jackie answered hesitantly. “OK. But after that I really need to go. I have papers to grade tonight.”

Once the tea was on the table, Lexi said, “Let me make you some pasta. You’re so busy, you need something to eat.”

Jackie assented, and even lingered a little after she finished eating, sensing that Lexi really wanted company. Finally she started making polite noises like it was time to go. Lexi responded by stripping off her shirt and bra and tossing them aside. Walking over next to Jackie, Lexi looked plaintively into the older woman’s eyes and begged, “Please don’t go.”

With Lexi’s firm, lovely young breasts bobbing in her face, it was hard for Jackie to say no. “I shouldn’t,” she protested. “I promised I’d have the papers back tomorrow.”

“Oh, just give everybody a B,” argued Lexi. “Most people will be happy with that, and the brains could stand to be taken down a sakarya escort notch.”

At that moment Jackie was inclined to agree. She leaned forward and took one nipple into her mouth, rolling it around between her teeth and tongue. Then she sucked the other one, and afterward Lexi took her by the hand and guided her upstairs. Once they were in Lexi’s bedroom the teenager pulled off the rest of her clothes. She climbed up onto the bed and got onto her hands and knees with her ass facing Jackie, who had stopped in the doorway. “Would you please give me a spanking, Ms. London?” pleaded Lexi. “I need one really bad.”

Jackie hesitated, glancing behind her. It felt very risky being in Lexi’s house like this. Up to this point, all of her sexual encounters with students had been either at Jessica’s or on her own turf — her house or her office. In these contexts she felt relatively safe, though she was never not aware of the enormous risk she was taking; in fact that was part of the thrill. But now she felt like she might be crossing a line.

Then Jackie turned back to face Lexi, who was looking over her shoulder with a complicated expression that pierced Jackie to her very soul — a strange combination of wide-eyed innocence and raw need. As if reading Jackie’s mind, Lexi told her, “Don’t worry, my dad won’t be back till tomorrow night. I promise.”

That was the end of Jackie’s indecision; she took two long strides samsun escort forward and brought her palm down hard on Lexi’s tender butt cheek. Lexi’s reaction was immediate and galvanic: Her whole body quivered; she lowered her head and let out a guttural, wordless cry. This in turn got Jackie’s adrenalin pumping, and she slapped Lexi’s other cheek even more forcefully, making the cheerleader yell a little louder. “Fuck yes,” barked Lexi. “Give me everything you have.”

The Lexi of two weeks ago would hardly have recognized her as she was now. She had really embraced her new identity as a kinky, promiscuous lesbian.

Jackie took a big windup and put all her strength into the next blow; Lexi took it with a grunt and asked for more. From that point on it was like a duel; each impact of hand on ass was harder than the last, each scream from Lexi increased in volume, driving Jackie to find a power in herself she didn’t know was there. Finally, after one mighty “thwack,” Lexi was silent, her head resting on the bed, her rear end still thrust defiantly in the air. Then, even so slowly, her knees buckled and she lay flat and still, her barely discernible breathing the only sign that she was still alive.

Shaking the sting out of her hand, Jackie stood looking down at the motionless form beneath her. She felt 10 feet tall. This feeling of power was intoxicating. With no particular sense of urgency Jackie removed each item of her clothing, folded it carefully, and stacked it on Lexi’s desk. When at last she was naked she rolled the helpless blonde over; Lexi opened her eyes and looked up with a crooked, debauched grin. Jackie climbed on top of her and felt completely deserving, completely justified, when she covered Lexi’s face with her pussy.

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