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Wednesday morning in the desert Southwest, late Springtime and a beautiful day. I am in the car, headed to an appointment on the other side of town. Casually I turn on my cellphone, pulling it from the leather carrying case and as I flick it on, the indicator chimes to let me know I have messages. I carefully navigate a lane change entering the expressway and lift the phone to my ear to hear the messages.

A deep sexy male voice comes on and I am at once mesmerized by his sound and timbre. For several days I have had a secret email companion and although we have not spoken, we have exchanged what could only be called the most intimate of information and desires…and now here he is, purring that sugar in my ear, my hand grips the steering wheel as the car accelerates to 65 mph and I move into the left lane.

He tells me I am heading in his direction, that after my appointment he would love an impromptu drive-by meeting so we might enjoy a glimpse of one another before the larger adventures we are planning…I feel the tingle begin to build in my nipples and clit while imagining more than a drive-by. But I quickly stifle the thought, there is a red light ahead and I slow down and save his message in the cellphone. I get to my appointment on time and an hour later I’m back in the car, heading south and in his general direction.

I flip open the phone and call him and leave a message, disappointed to get a machine and not the man…figuring it’s not meant to be, I continue on, headed to my second errand of the day. There are many cars out today and a lot of construction traffic in this neighborhood, I pay rapt attention to my driving.

Suddenly the cellphone rings loudly and I struggle to pull off onto a side street, turn off Barbra Streisand and answer. I once again hear that deep sweet voice and now we are chatting, he’s urging me to turn that car around, to head back in his direction, to have that drive-by ‘ice breaker’, as he calls it. So even though I’m not dressed for the occasion and wasn’t really prepared for this so soon, I succumb to temptation and turn the escort etiler car around.

Stoplight! Good, time for a mirror check. Hair, ok. Makeup, perfect. Outfit, good, could’ve worn higher shoes than these flat sandals, but at least my pedicure is lovely. The long black skirt and sheer camisole look great with the big black linen open shirt. My nipples are visible through the sheer black camisole and I didn’t wear panties today. And several pieces of my large turquoise jewelry collection are adorning my hot body. “It could be worse”, I think to myself as I continue towards his place. At least he knows we were not planning this, he is getting the real girl in impromptu condition…

Two more streets and I’m there. I pull up into the driveway and he is walking out of the open garage towards me, smiling broadly and his eyes are twinkling with delight. I stop the car, fling open the door, get out and am immediately in his arms. He smells of sweat from his morning run, paint thinner, sunshine, and man. I am captivated with his size, he is tall and sinewy, lovely and tan and we kiss, our lips meeting for the first time. His hot and eager tongue invades my mouth and all shyness we felt is gone…I am all woman and he is all man and this is what we both want and need, and we know it…

The hot incredible emails we’ve exchanged have fueled the fire of our lust and as he reaches down my back towards my ass, I entwine my arms about his neck and back and press my groin up full against his cock. I feel my pussy getting wet and hot, throbbing with excitement. But we need to slow down, his elderly Mother is staying with him now and she is not feeling well and could walk out at any moment. I don’t want to make a poor first impression, so we struggle with ourselves to break the embrace and to cool down some.

We separate briefly and move towards the interior of the house. The inside is a shambles, kitchen is all torn apart, lots of clutter everywhere and I know he’s a junk collector like me! Several cabinet doors are in the garage istanbul bayan escort area, stripped of paint and ready for varnish. He proudly shows me the work he’s done so far and describes the plans he has to overhaul the entire house, where he’s been now for 24 years. “He has his work cut out for him”, I think to myself…realizing that my own home of 8 years is ready for an overhaul as well! My heart is still beating wildly in my chest and I am having trouble breathing…his nearness is overwhelming to me and all I want is to turn and to bury my face in his chest, to inhale him again, to pull up my camisole and to rub my hardened nipples and ripe breasts against the naked flesh of his strong torso hiding underneath that blue t-shirt.

The largest dog I’ve ever seen emerges from the back of the house and pads slowly towards me. He lets me pet him and lies down lazily at my feet. Big, mellow friendly soul…a perfect partner to this man of the desert. Intuitively I know this man is good, his dog is well-loved and content. And this relaxes me a little…

We walk back out into the open garage area and by now the lust is raging, we have both been fighting it back and can’t keep it in check. We laugh and chat and flirt shamelessly and both of us know what we want and need. If Mom comes out here now, she’s going to get a shock but we are not going to stop this time. His hands reach to find my tender breasts and he pulls them up and out of the sheer camisole and alternately sucks each hard nipple into that hot erotic mouth. I swoon with desire and as he kisses me repeatedly and deeply, he reaches between my legs, still only through my skirt and begins to stroke my pussy, clit and cuntlips.

I am getting hotter and wetter and really need him now, I need to cum and want to feel his fingers inside me, and when his hand reaches for the hem of my long skirt I don’t protest but allow him to pull it up around my waist in front and to find my wet charms with his delicate touch. It’s electrifying, feeling his warm hand on my most private places and I arch escort ortaköy towards him as his fingers find my clit, stimulating me with deft talent until I can no longer keep from cumming. I climax over his fingers and leaning hard into his body, I reach out and hang onto him for support. His hot talented hand is in me more deeply now, he’s talking to me, telling me how hot I am and wet and how much he wants me to cum for him, to let him have me, and as he continues to stimulate me faster now and then deeper, I cum and feel like I am dripping over his fingers and wrist.

Meanwhile I am aware that the neighbors next door with their moving van have seen this entire display and I have been further aroused by the thought that we were being watched. His cock is still hidden in the confines of his jeans and although I long for a taste, I am aware that Mom could appear at any moment, so as I struggle to regain some composure I reach out to rub him through the denim and he takes my hand and pushes it down inside past the waistband and I feel the hot erotic throbbing of his male member, thick and alive and warm in my hand as I grip him softly and push against him in desire. We continue our crazed kissing but only momentarily, I tell him, “If you take that cock out, I’ll be on my knees right here on this concrete floor to suck you off”…and he realizes it’s not the time and not the place so we stop for the moment, with considerable difficulty.

As we stand in the sunlight we gaze at one another with a mixture of delight, shyness, tenderness, greediness and lust. We both are grinning and our hearts are still beating wildly, our breathing is shallow and rapid and we are both still mesmerized with the newness of it all. I turn my back to him and press my clothed asscheeks up against his groin as he reaches around me to fondle my tits. I tell him this is my favorite position, from behind, and that I always cum this way and together we have the same mental image and we swoon as I rub against him. When we break the embrace, I turn and lift up his t-shirt and bury my face in his beautiful chest, inhaling the awesome maleness and savoring the moment…I am weak in the knees with my desire.

We kiss again and knowing that this is only our ‘ice breaker’, nothing more, I get into the car and drive away…he waves at me as I turn and we are both still grinning with delightful anticipation of the days to come…

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My story begins a while ago, By then we had flew to Scotland to meet my relatives for my family reunion. I had no problem with that. I hadn’t seen Uncle Lachlan in months it would be fun to see the old fart. I leaned my head against the rest and tried to snuggle in deeper in the seat. My girlfriend was on the side of my mother. They had over booked the plane and as a result my family had been pushed down to coach. It was cramped and loud and noisy, plus last night I had watched Final Destination and my mind had begun playing scenes over and over again. All that combined with September eleventh and my head began spinning. I tried to stretch my legs out but even for a guy of average height like my self couldn’t find leg room. I gave up and looked over to my mom.

“Are you alright? Hungry or something, I can call the stewardess.”

She patted my hand “No dear I’m alright. What about Carla? She may be hungry.”

I wanted to say that she could get it her self but that would be mean of me wouldn’t it? I kissed her cheek and said sure.

I figure I might as well tell it to you like this. I hate my girlfriend. She’s smart, beautiful and healthy those are her only good qualities. Normally she’s colder then a block of ice in Antarctica in a blizzard. I thought it was funny how she could work up a sweat exercising but couldn’t even warm up in… in … in anything. She was just so fucking frosty.

She said it was the sex. She could be right; even I admit that my dick at its hardest was five fucking inches. Maybe I ought to get the surgery but I just couldn’t imagine doing anything that embarrassing. So I just kept my old man like he was. She was the only one complained, or maybe she was the only one who had enough nerve to tell me I don’t know. As it is I’m doubting my dick.

Jesus. In all my ramblings I forgot to introduce my self. I’m Jay Mathews, I own a couple of burger joints in Minnesota and I am fourth generation Scot. Like I said I am average height at five ten. I work out and I can honestly say that I look one of those white guys that play in those cologne or razor commercials. Yeah, I know a lot of things spring up in you mind. One, is he sounds like he is trying to sell him self on a dating service but what can I say? I’m not really a story telling kind a of guy, I sort of give people the facts and not details so kinda of like, bear with me here.

Somehow on the plane I managed to fall asleep on the plane. I blocked out Carla’s complaints about the seating, the food and life and general and fell asleep. Six hours later I woke and we were landing.

I stretched and hoped that she was done. Carla could gripe for hours if given the proper incentive. “So mom, where are we going first?”

“To your great Uncle Lincoln’s; he’s been asking about you for years you know.” “Really,” I said reaching the overhead to grab the carry on, “I never knew that I had an Uncle Linc.”

“Lincoln, dear. Yes, you have one on your father’s side.”

“Fine whatever, were a local Hertz dealer? God, do they even have one in this country?” The stewardess/ flight attendant, which ever one was PC, walked by and said that there was one in the airport. I smiled at her and she went on her merry way.

By the time I rented the car and gathered the luggage every one had been suffering from jet lag and all piled in the manliest vehicle of them all; the mini-van.

My Aunt Leda picked up the cell phone and called Uncle Linc. “Okay Jay, he says his house is only forty-five minutes from the airport. Drive down this street for twenty minutes make a left and one right then go straight and bam, you are there,”

As I drove down the last unpaved street in civilization, I looked out the window and saw the most incredible looking woman in the world walking up it. She sort of looked like a cross between Halle Berry and another beautiful black woman. The first thing that crossed my mind was; I liked to fuck her. The second thing that crossed my mind is that I really want to fuck her. Then lastly, why the hell is she walking? It’s been my experience that beautiful women can get a ride by just breathing. So why chance it? This is Scotland and even in the twentieth century everything is pretty much spaced out. I looked at her hard and long. I was really looking so hard that my eyes where off the road, we could have ran into a house or in Scotland’s case a cow or something. I turned away from her but not before she smiled suggestively at a guy in a minivan full of people. Hmm, no woman I knew, in the good old US of A that is, would smile at a guy in a minivan. Must be the climate.

We had finally made it to Uncle Lincoln’s uhm, home? Lincoln’s modest abode as my mother called, it was actually a castle; turns out that it had been in the family for years. We were all momentarily stunned at the grandeur of the old thing. During the thirties one member of my family had married a very rich lady and had the castle renovated. The outside looked formidable. It made us all feel as if we were going taksim bayan escort to our death; or to be more precise Mel Gibson’s death. The real working drawbridge and moat sometimes does that.

Still we entered and Uncle Lincoln met us half way. He was a big guy and looked as if at one point in time he was a boxer or the old guy in Brave Heart. He smiled and showed us all a rather worn pair of dentures. Mom smiled back and asked where our rooms were. There were twenty bedrooms and he simply commissioned us to pick the one we fancied. “Are you serious?” Carla asked

“Aye that I am. However, I mun tell ye that the privy is no’ workin’ in many. So be wise in your choice. I ha’ some people comin’ on the morrow to check aboot it.” My relatives all scrambled up the stairs to pick a room. I lagged behind in the foyer. “So what’s got you so glum? Is it that bonny lass that took off upstairs?” “No.” The urge to admit that I had Brave Heart on DVD back home was overpowering with this man.

“Well lad since ye don’ feel compelled ta tell me ye story, I suggest ye take a walk. Behind the castle is a glade. Its verra rejuvenating.”

I nodded. Maybe I did need to clear my mind and the land here was beautiful. I took my time in doing every thing from getting my luggage upstairs, to taking a shower and changing clothes. I’d say about forty-five minutes later I was walking down a winding path.

I had walked for quite a while before I came upon a lake with a small waterfall. Linc most have loved this place, there was a very sturdy metal table and chair. I sat down and let my mind wander.

Maybe that’s why I didn’t see the naked woman bathing, that or the bush that barely shrouded her. I looked at her. I don’t care what anyone says watching a woman bath is a very erotic thing, especially in an erotic setting. I ran my hand over my face to see if I was hallucinating but she was still there. I leaned forward to get a better look.

Geez, this looks like the girl that I saw walking. Impossible. We were fifty miles away from town. There was no way she could walk fifty miles in two hours. Yet, here she was bathing and I was pretty much awe struck. She was standing in about knee deep water. Her black hair was pinned to the top of her head but it was coming down. One fat curl was on her shoulder and a couple were falling down her back. I watched her long hands rub soap over her body. God made this body for ever position imaginable, I thought. Her breasts stood up and were pointed because of the coldness of the lack. Her stomach was flat and lightly toned, and her hips were round as was her ass and her legs were the longest I had ever seen on a woman.

I watched as she rubbed soap all over that body, as she swam under to rinse the soap. I was growing so hard that it hurt. I looked down I hadn’t had this experience since I was fourteen. I looked at her as she repeated the process. I couldn’t help it, I took my Johnson out of my shorts and stroked it, and it was pulsing, ready to be pile-driven into any thing at the moment. I wanted to nail her more then I wanted to breathe.

I looked up and saw her coming in my direction. I didn’t want to be caught fondling myself in front of her so I tried to stuff myself back in my shorts. As I fumbled with my old man I noticed a giant bright green towel on the table. How had I managed to miss that when I sat down?

I had constrained my self some what, when she finally walked up to me nude. I didn’t think it was possible but more blood rushed to my dick. I watched her hands reach out and take the towel and snap the cloth. It billowed to the ground and landed in a perfect rectangle on the ground.

She walked closer to me, actually stepped between my outstretched legs and smiled. I smiled back. She was in perfect understanding with me. I shifted closer and smelled her body. It smelled great, like the most expensive perfume on earth. I encircled her hips with my hand and looked up at her as if to say: Is this okay? She nodded and I kissed her stomach, licked the center of it. I crave a woman’s moanings, and hers empowered me. I ran my hands down her hips pausing to lap at the water in the hollow of her navel.

She stopped me and pulled me up. I shed my shirt and cargo pants and boxers pretty quickly, all of me standing up right and ready for her. I went into her outstretched hand and sighed at the contact of her cold wet body on my hot one.

I kissed her full lips, surprised that they could be so soft. Carla’s was usually drawn in a thin little line that looked hard and almost cruel. Hers were soft and her breath was sweet. I angled her head and glided my tongue in her mouth. She sucked the tender morsel deep into her recesses and I guided it for better penetration. My hand curled around her breast, squeezing and massaging the plump globe for my mouth.

My tongue slithered around hers, trying to devour her mouth. I pulled her tongue out to play in my mouth. Hers found its’ own expedition topkapı bayan escort in tasting me, exploring everything from roof to basin. She nipped at my bottom lip and pulled it in to be sucked at. She groaned as we fornicated.

I pulled back and looked at her half lidded eyes. Yeah, this was right. I took my mouth to her neck lavishing the column of her throat and the curve of her shoulder. I caressed her breast, making the nipple so hard where it burned for my mouth.

I teased her, lightly biting the under side and licking where she bruised. I took her nipple in my mouth, sucked on the demanding little bud.

Her hands went to my back, creating little half moons with her nails. I liked the way she was acting in complete abandonment. I relished the same attention to the other peak, taxing a different response from her. She arched her back and pushed her body forward into mine, making it impossible for me to think straight. I sucked the nipple hard, letting the bud roll over my tongue. I ground myself against her, treated her far more roughly then I intended to but it felt good, so damn good.

I picked her up and laid her on the towel. I settled between her legs and rested my head on her chest. “What is your name?” I knew I should have asked that earlier, that along with a truck load of other stuff but that one seemed the most important.

“Gali.” She said a bit distractedly as my hand sought out her most secret hiding place.

“That’s pretty.” I responded. I prepared her with my fingers, rubbing her clit. Pressing the swollen flower until she was ready to bloom for me. Her body gave an involuntary spasm, if I didn’t know any better I would say that her pussy was trying to reach for my finger for completion. I pushed one finger into her engorged vagina lips. She was so tight. Only one finger and she was still so tight around that digit. She whimpered.

“Are you okay?” “Mmm-hmm,” she hummed. I took her word for it. She was about to come and I wanted to feel her convulse around me. I moved so my cock was pressed against her intimately. I was harder then titanium. I pressed into her. My head barely got in.

I looked at her, sweat and water had mixed together. Her lips were parted and full; her long black mane had come undone, thanks to my hands and hung sensuously around her. She had a beard burn on her chin. I had forgotten to shave and my five o’clock had done this. She looked at me, her unusual green eyes asking me to go deeper. I pulled my head out looked at her, open and vulnerable. “I don’t think I got you ready enough Gali.” My voice was husky. She was so beautiful and touching her made me feel so good. I kissed her softly she hummed her compliance and I smiled at her. I scooted down and touched her clit. She jerked. She was unnaturally sensitive here. I leaned down and ran my tongue over it just to be sure. Her scream was all the assurance I needed. I hoisted her legs over my head and bent to feast on her. My tongue delved and rejoiced in the cool clean taste of her. I lapped at her like a dog laps water. My tongue going at her until I felt her legs tighten and felt her body jerk as I buried my tongue deeper into her body. I heard her chant, “Oh God, oh God!” Over and over again and I gentled my ministrations taking her to the peak again and letting her fall as she wanted.

I removed her legs from my shoulders and once again settled between her legs. I moved a little into her but I still went no where. I pushed harder and broke into a haven of the tightest most exquisite piece of human flesh ever created.

Her legs tangled around my waist. Trying to make my movements hurried and clumsy. It almost worked. She was almost virgin in her tightness and I was almost tempted to come after my first thrust. I knew that she was like a fine wine, to be enjoyed and tasted not guzzled down and forgotten. I moved in and out of her slowly at first. I dove deep and pulled almost all the way out and sank back in to the recesses.

Her hands ran through my hair, her hips bucked under mine, making me breaking my teasing thrusts and I slammed into her again and again. Her hips moved in conjuncture to mine. I moved faster and faster. Sweat dripped off of my face and body to land on her. Our bodies meshed together as the last thrust sent us both over the edge. I shot load after load into her body. My dick jerking as her body drained it. That was the hardest I had ever come with a woman. As soon as it was over, I pulled her closer and fell into a light doze. I would bathe later in the lake with her.

Ten minutes later I sat up bolt straight. You fucking idiot, I thought. How come I didn’t think to use protection? I’m thirty four, a reasonably smart man. I at least should know better. All types of questions raced through my mind. What if I caught an STD? What if tomorrow I catch gangrene and my dick falls off? Worst yet what if she’s pregnant? The scenarios that where hitting me were driving me crazy.

I looked down escort bayan şirinevler at the sleeping woman next to me how could she fall asleep so easily? She turned in my arms, her hands resting lightly on my abs. “I can’t get pregnant, nor is it possible for me to give or receive an STD; I am the safest being on earth for you to be unprotected with.” That scared the living crap out of me. Can she read minds? “Yes.”

I guess she could. I was really nervous now. I looked at her closely. “What are you?”

“I am a leprechaun.”

I scoffed at that. Maybe I shouldn’t have. “Okay so why are you so tall, where is your pot of gold? Better yet where is your accent?” I didn’t ask her about the green because that was the only part that was right. She looked at me and gave me a get real look. I guess even magically creatures have their on stereotypes. “I can emulate any accent in the world. There are only a few short leprechauns, just like there are very few little people in your world. They are not the norm. They reside with us and we treat them as we would treat any other.”

I couldn’t buy that so I asked instead.” What about the pot of gold?”

“Bah, that was just a game that we played as children, the humans took that way to far.” “What about the wishes?”

“Now that I do. I don’t do certain ones dealing with more wishes and being the most or the best. That is simply not in my power.”

“Jesus, man none of this stuff is remotely believable.”

“Well believe it bub.”

“How many wishes do I get?”

“Two.”

“I thought it was three.”

“Yours is not the only world affected by a stock market and dirty dealings as a result we had to down size some things to. Wishes were one of them.”

I smiled and thought of Enron only on a leprechaun- like scale. “I still don’t believe you. Could you do something to prove you are magical? She lifted an eyebrow and stood. I placed my hands on my knees and waited. To say that I couldn’t describe it would be an understatement. It was like her clothes sprouted from her body and conformed to her body. The gauzy green material flowed from her body. She looked like something drawn from Japanese Anime. Her clothes where see-through only it was barely see through in certain places like her chest and snatch. I was disappointed but I didn’t say anything.

“Okay, Jay, what’s your first wish?”

“How did you know my name? Oh right that mind reading thing.”

She smiled. “No. when you were sleep and a lot cuter I might add. I went through your wallet.”

“My wallet’s at Lincoln’s house.”

“I know.” She clasped her hands together and continued on “So Jay, what’s your first wish.”

“I wish for a trillion dollars.”

She tsked at me as if I were a disobedient child. “I told you, I can’t make that wish. It simply is not feasible.” She was a lot sexier to when she didn’t talk. I narrowed my eyes and stood. I saw her look at me and smile, for some reason that infuriated me. It was like she was laughing at me. My dick to be more acute and suddenly she had became every woman who wanted me because I was semi rich but as soon as I got them in bed they could give a fuck about me. Hell I wasn’t even an average six inches. I spoke my wish through gritted teeth. “I want another five inches added to my cock.” She looked at me. “Are you sure? I kinda like your small cock.”

I nodded stiffly. Then suddenly all went black. When I woke up I was in my room with Carla. I looked at her. “When did I get here?”

She looked at me and scowled. She always seemed to be scowling when she was addressing me. “About six hours ago. Once you hit your Uncle Linc’s house you hit the bed.”

I dropped back down on the bed. So it was a wet dream. I’m not surprised. “Geez, do you always have to be so bitchy?”

“Do you always have to wonder why?”

That made me so mad that that me teeth itched. I grabbed her and forced her under me. I kissed her brutally and ripped her night gown down the center. I ran my hands under her panties. I tore those too before I realized two things. I wasn’t a rapist and I wasn’t in the mood wasn’t even semi-hard. I looked down at Carla, ready to apologize. I saw that she liked this, that she wanted a good rough fuckin’. I could do that but I didn’t want to. I rolled off her and went to the bathroom. “Why did you stop?” She called out. I ignored that. “Does this restroom work?” I said instead of responding.”

“Yeah, I checked it out.” I flipped the switch and lifted the toilet seat. I pulled out my John and pissed. I wasn’t looking at it just draining it, however Carla had followed me to the restroom. “Jesus Jay!”

“What?” I said “A man can’t piss in private any more?”

“Jesus Jay!,” she expelled again “Your dick. Can I touch it?”

“What?”

I looked at her as if she had lost a major chunk of her mind, but she licked her lips and looked at my dick. She rushed over to me and grabbed my dick. I yelled. I wasn’t finish pissing and her mouth was on it sipping the piss taking it all in. I looked at her, my eyes wide in shock. I didn’t know people did this. She sucked my cock before but she never ever mentioned anything like this. She pulled it deeper into her mouth. I felt the suction, knew the piss was hitting the back of her throat and then I ran out of the golden stuff.

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Friday morning began as every other weekday, with Vanya waiting for the elevator in her office building’s lobby. She flipped her long dark hair back as she shifted her large handbag from one hand to another, shrugging out of her linen jacket. She absentmindedly brushed at the front of her low-slung skirt, trying to rid the silky fabric of the light creases caused from sitting during her train ride to work.

She was softly tugging at her tunic top, straightening its side slits when she heard the soft ding announcing the elevator’s arrival as it came up from one of the sub-basements, already filled with a number of people who parked their cars in the building’s underground parking lot.

As she stepped into the elevator, her breath caught slightly in her throat as she spotted Eric towards the back of elevator in one of the corners. He was the IT manager for Vanya’s firm – handling all sorts of computer and tech issues.

He was also a very handsome man that Vanya often found herself daydreaming about. Short dark brown wavy hair and even darker eyes. Tall, on the lean side. Masculine build. Something as simple as faded jeans, desert boots and an espresso brown collar-less button-down shirt looked absolutely sinful on him. The top buttons of his shirt today were undone and Vanya noticed a touch of chest hair peeking from the fabric, which made her stomach do a quick flip-flop.

To make matters worse… or better, they had flirted with one another recently at the firm’s annual picnic and softball game. They’d gotten paired off at the batting cages on the sign-up sheets for practice for four weeks before the picnic and so were pretty comfortable in close proximity of each other, the chemistry between them apparent.

Smiling, she joined him near the back, excusing herself past a few people.

Before she turned her back to him, she greeted him with a “Hey Eric. Happy Friday.”

She was rewarded with a flash of his smile at her and only for her — a smile which made his boyish dimples deepen and only made him better-looking, somehow manly and boyish at once.

“Likewise, Vanya, thank God it’s Friday.”

It made her sigh quietly to herself as her insides fluttered, his voice saying her name in a way that she would definitely replay in her mind later when she was alone.

As more people stepped into the elevator, Vanya was forced back, closer to Eric. Standing nearly in front of him, she stepped back to make more room, but caught the heel of her sandal in the tile grooves of the elevator floor, nearly falling into Eric.

Eric quickly reached out and placed his hands on her hips to steady her. After a series of exchanged apologies and chuckles, a tongue-tied silence settled between them.

And Eric kept his hands firmly on her hips.

Instead of pushing them away or pulling away from them, Vanya luxuriated in the heated sensation they caused her to feel through the material of her short summer outfit, as well as the effect his hands were having on her quickening heartbeat and the warmth hastily spreading through her lower body. She knew she had developed a bit of a crush on him, but the way her heart was beating, you’d think she was the class wallflower being asked to prom by the varsity quarterback!

Eric’s own heartbeat had shot up at the mere sight of Vanya’s lush figure stepping into the elevator. And the feeling of her silk-clad skin beneath his hands caused a slow blood surge below his belt. He was close enough to smell escort bayan sultangazi her perfume, musky and sweetly nutty, like almonds. Before he could stop the thought of “she smells good enough to eat” from manifesting itself in his brain, the bulge in his jeans heartily agreed with Eric as it pressed more and more against his zipper, as if it wanted to reach out for a taste.

At first, he felt embarrassed and meant to let go of her immediately. But his hands lingered, his thumbs brushing her hip bones, with minds of their own. Seconds ticked by and the thought of letting her go seemed an impossible thing to do as he slowly became conscious of the fact that Vanya had not moved away or tried to free herself from his grasp. Eric’s heartbeat increased further as his groin tightened more. He mentally debated with himself. This small taste of her body against his hands made him strangely brave in this public space as he craved more of her.

Slowly, he slid his hand along her thigh, down to the end of her skirt. When his fingers touched her skin, they both gasped slightly — his hand and her thigh both emanating waves of heat. He trailed his fingers across the hem, running them slowly against her sun-kissed skin. Hesitantly, he slowly went up her thigh, this time beneath her skirt, giving her ample time to object and move away from his efforts.

Vanya could feel goose bumps forming over her entire body. It was so clandestine, so pleasant, so naughty, so delicious and honestly sooo fucking hot – she knew she should stop him, but it felt amazingly crazy and even empowering to be touched in such an erotic way during such a normally mundane activity as riding an elevator. Add to that, not being able to see his face drove her thoughts in many directions at once, as she nibbled on her lower lip, curious to see how far Eric would take this little escapade in a public place.

Eric reveled in how soft her skin actually was — he had pleasured himself more than a few times imagining her bare body lying next to him, above him, below him. Her satiny skin against his own muscled body.

The temptation was too strong. He slid his fingers over her skirt, downward again along the length of her thigh, then up towards her inner thigh even more slowly, taunting her extra-sensitive skin with his long digits through the thin material.

Vanya went from nibbling to biting her bottom lip in earnest from the pleasure she was deriving from Eric’s touch. And when his fingers almost brushed against her hidden center, she did all she could to not cry out.

As the elevator stopped yet again and the doors slid open, Eric brought his hand upwards and slipped it under her tunic top, letting his hand rest low on her slightly rounded stomach, just above the waistband of her skirt and slipped a finger under, to feel the elastic of her lace panties — he growled deep in his throat, almost to himself, remembering how sexy she’d looked at the picnic in low-riding denim cutoffs and an old rock concert t-shirt that showed off a glimpse of her tummy every time she was at bat and swung at a pitch.

Once the doors closed again, he tentatively slipped his hand beneath the elastic. Vanya’s heart skipped a beat when she felt his fingers traveling down past her pubic bone until they nestled themselves into the dark curls between her thighs. Reaching her tiny cloaked pearl, he caressed her softly, longingly before slipping a finger between her lips, along the escort bayan fatih slit, taunting her hidden nub each time he stroked the length of her.

Vanya closed her eyes, silently thanking the goddesses above for all the people getting on and off the elevator at so many floors. *Oh my, getting off!* She also thanked those ladies of old for the fact that her firm’s offices were on the 75th floor.

It had been a long time since a man had touched her and this felt so good, particularly coming from such a handsome, smart, funny, sweet and now-apparently deliciously naughty-minded guy like Eric. She kept recalling how much fun they’d had chatting and how much she enjoyed watching him play softball, watching his body like a hawk as he played shortstop.

Involuntarily, her hips began to follow the rhythm of his fingers. But his other hand, still on her hip, deftly steadied her swaying hips. He could not, would not risk the other occupants of the elevator catching onto their little game. Thankfully, Vanya’s large handbag and jacket hid everything he was doing to her.

The elevator suddenly stopped, sending Vanya’s body against Eric’s. Pressed against each other, Eric could not prevent his erection from growing a bit bigger. Vanya felt it between her ass cheeks and it excited her even more, knowing how aroused he was getting from simply touching her.

Feeling her nipples hardening and jutting against the lace of her bra, she wished she could feel Eric’s hands on her breasts as well. But that was impossible in the elevator. So she did the only thing her lust-infected mind could think of in this situation – she stayed pressed against Eric’s front and slightly parted her legs, giving Eric silent permission to continue, if he dared, with his brazen though veiled assault on her body.

Keeping her eyes closed, Vanya flexed her hand around her jacket as her other hand held her handbag in a death-grip as she felt Eric unhurriedly slide his middle finger inside her. It took everything she had not to murmur “More” but Eric heard her body’s encouragement nonetheless.

This was insanity, she was so turned on, so moist, that Eric had no trouble slipping his longest finger deep within her. She had never experience getting so wet so quickly, she swallowed hard as her body convulsed around Eric’s finger.

At first, he kept his finger inside without moving, letting her adjust to the sensual invasion. Slowly, he began to thrust it in and out. With long and deep strokes, her wetness eased him further and further into her body. Eric’s cock felt incredibly neglected but that didn’t stop it from hardening additionally, the man’s eyes closing momentarily as he took in the sensation of the warm heat of the woman before him.

Trying to move nonchalantly and not bring attention to herself, Vanya lazily draped her jacket over her arm holding her bag. She let her other arm fall slowly to her side, brushing it against Eric’s arm and grabbed his muscular thigh in silent ecstasy.

Vanya’s grip on his thigh both excited and encouraged Eric and the way she was reacting to his touch made him feel like his heart and his groin would both burst. He really wanted to please her, he was enjoying her body’s reactions and imagined what sort of reaction he’d be able to coax out of her somewhere more private. Once deep inside her again, he caressed her interior walls, trying to reach and massage her G-spot, knowing full well that he’d found it when her escort bayan etiler fingernails drove into the muscled flesh of his thigh. Eric resumed his thrusts, sliding in and out of her heat deeper and faster.

But then he suddenly slid out of her hot contours to caress her hidden nub with his wet finger. Vanya could feel a deep moan of frustration wanting to erupt from her throat. She flexed her neck from right to left and sighed loudly as though she were just trying to release some commuting-to-work tension.

And did she need to release some tension! She felt as well as heard Eric chuckle softly in her ear at her play-acting — that husky laugh of his did unnatural things to her, it made her shudder in frustration that just his voice and hand could undo her this way, this quickly. His nose softly brushed up the length of her neck. She could heard his amusement, realizing how badly he wanted to push free Vanya’s vocal reaction from her lips, knowing that he was responsible for driving her towards the edge.

In a decidedly sensual, but cruel manner, Vanya discreetly swayed her ass against Eric’s crotch to share her frustrations with him. She felt a small bit of satisfaction when she felt the sinewy muscles of his arm flex against her and then felt the sharp intake of breath near her ear. What she did not expect were the two fingers he thrust into her in one deliberate move — she barely managed to hide her surprised gasp behind a quick cough.

Immediately, Eric felt her inner muscles contract around his fingers and he waited before continuing. He knew she was reaching her climax and there weren’t that many floors left before arriving at their office. He put his thumb on her quickly swelling pearl and again began to slide in and out of her, trying to brush her G-spot with his knuckles.

When she began trembling, Vanya lowered her head as she raised her jacket to her face, brushing her fingers against her eyes, as though massaging away a slight headache, huffing out a stuttered breathe. Eric increased his speed until he could feel her shake.

Eric felt her hand tighten on his thigh almost painfully, her nails trying to gain purchase in his flesh as her knees weakened slightly. She managed to climax in silence, head down with every muscle fighting against the tortuously heady sensations plucking at every nerve ending in her body that wanted to make her scream out her bliss.

Slowly sliding his fingers out, he let his hand rest on the curls below her stomach for a few seconds before removing his fingers from her panties. While they both recovered and regrouped, he rested his warm palm on her stomach, caressing her skin, lazily drawing circles around her belly button.

Vanya sensually dragged her fingernails along his forearm, in silent thanks and in sympathy for his own very apparent, to her, condition. Her face was flushed after Eric’s attentions and she could still feel his erection against her as she thought about how he’d satisfied her, but hadn’t gotten himself off.

The elevator dinged once more as its doors opened onto their office floor. Vanya straightened her outfit and pushed her damp bangs off her forehead as she stepped off. Turning slightly, she watched as Eric stepped out and reach for his cell phone from its case on his belt and strategically placed in front of a rather protruding part of his anatomy. He winked at Vanya as he raised his free hand to his lips and quickly licked and kissed the tip of his middle finger before turning his attention back to his phone as he headed towards his office.

Vanya strolled away in the opposite direction, swaying slowly as she took some deep breathes to compose herself, her mind on Eric.

She was really going to have to figure out a way to thank him properly…

… to be continued…

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Episode 3: Oh Wendy!

Once J was awake, he showered, ate breakfast and headed out the door to grab a cup of cappuccino. He decided to stop at the same coffee shop that he was in just two days prior.

Two days before, J had met a beautiful, older, blond at that same coffee shop. She had approached J and introduced herself as Jane and the two were locked into a small conversation that was quick to grow into a sexually tensed moment where the two decided to go back to J’s penthouse suite where they made love throughout the night. The next morning J awoke alone on the hard floor with a back ache.

The back ache was harsh and so J decided to walk to the doctor’s office, only a few blocks away from his home, where he met a woman by the name of Sandy. She had been temporarily blinded from an accident and had to wear a black blindfold. J, being the kind man he was, offered to take her to his place to take care of her until the next day, when she could take her blindfold off. She accepted and the two made it back to his home, where they eventually were locked into passionate sex.

Now the next morning was upon J and he desired caffeine to aid him for the day ahead. Setting at a table next to the large windows at the front of the store, he sipped away at his large cup of mocha capachino. Without a care in the world, he smiled as his mind raced through the passed two days.

“”I’ve made the right decision in coming here,” he whispered to himself as he glanced out the window and across the street, where a similarly large front window sat and a mystically beautiful woman stood within the building.

With short blond and a stacked, muscular body, the woman seemed as if she could sprout wings and fly through the air as an angel. She was locked into a conversation with another woman. She exploded into laughter that made her look all the more beautiful to J.

“”Sir,” came a call from within the room.

From appearance, the woman across the street was around J’s age.

“”Sire,” came the same voice from within the room.

J turned his head to acknowledge the waitress as she was standing over him seemingly frustrated at him for ignoring her.

“”Yes,” he asked.

“”Is there anything else,” she asked as she laid the check down on the table in front of J.

“”No thank you,” he answered as his stare once again met the figure of the gorgeous woman across the street. Only this time the woman was matching the stare.

A smile came across her face as she noticed J staring back at her.

It seemed like days to J, as they stared into each other’s eyes as though they were having there own telepathic conversation with a street and two large windows separating them.

After a few moments a large truck driving by broke the couple’s stare. When the truck had passed the woman wasn’t there. Shocked by the sudden disappearance, J turned his attention back to his coffee and sipped.

A bell rang out, as someone opened the door to the coffee shop and entered. J didn”t pay any attention.

That was porno until he heard her voice.

“”May I sit down,” came a raspy, but feminine voice from behind him. The woman was wearing a light perfume that smelled of a flowers. Usually J would hate the smell of a perfume, but the way she wore it was making him crazy.

J turned to see the woman from across the street standing directly behind him with a smile. Her short skirt showed her beautiful long legs off perfectly. Then he noticed that he had been so mesmerized by the woman that he had not answered her.

“”Yes,” he stuttered, “I’m sorry, please sit down.””

The woman walked around the small window table and sat down across the table from him.

“”My name is Wendy,” she introduced by extending her hand.

“”I’m J,” he offered as he reached out and shook her hand.

A conversation erupted between the two and J learned many things about the beautiful woman named Wendy. He learned that she had grown up in the city and after she graduated college early she got lucky and was hired at an excellent law firm.

The conversation went on and on and J explained to Wendy that his father was very wealthy and owned an island, where J had grown up on until only a few days before when he decided he would move to the city and meet real people.

Wendy explained that she had recently came out of a bad relationship where the guy she was with would yell at her and make her feel like garbage. She talked about her parents moving to the country, leaving her alone in the city.

The conversation continued until the waitress interrupted them.

“”I’m sorry, but we’re closing,” she said with a very tired voice.

“”Oh,” was the only thing J could think to say. If the waitress hadn”t came to them, then he could’ve stayed there in his seat talking with Wendy forever. But now they had to leave.

“”What now,” Wendy asked before J could say anything.

J didn’t want the night to end, but what could they possibly do? What reason could J have to invite the very sexy Wendy to his penthouse?

“”Well, why don’t you show me that penthouse suite of yours,” Wendy offered as if she were reading J’s mind.

The two exited the doors of the coffee shop and heard the sounds of the locks fastening as they left. The sun was completely gone and the night was upon them.

A bicycler came rushing through, as if from nowhere and J reached out, grabbed Wendy by her hips and pulled her in just in time.

“”Thank you,” Wendy said as she continued walking with her body directly pressed against J’s, with his hand still placed on her hip.

“”I can cook us some dinner,” J offered as they made their way to the front doors of the large building.

“”Why don’t we skip dinner,” Wendy lightly whispered into J”s ear as the door man let them in.

The elevator ride to J’s floor was strangely quiet, contrasting the entire day, which was filled with conversation and laughter. The tension was building. The couple’s hands were building Aile İçi Porno moisture as the two began to sweat harshly. J”s heart felt as if it were going to explode from his chest. He couldn’t stand it anymore.

The light ding of the elevator as the doors open broke the tension slightly and the two stepped off and onto the halls. J unlocked his door, swung it open and the two stepped in.

“”This is my home,” J said as he stopped and allowed Wendy to examine the large living room with a large couch that sat in front of a fireplace.

Wendy didn’t seem interested in the room though, for as soon as the door was closed she had her body pressed tightly against J’s and her lips were pressed hard against his. Moans escaped her mouth as she was lifted up by J”s arms and carried to the couch.

Wendy could feel a large growth coming from the crotch of J’s pants as he sat her down on her feet in front of the couch. She stepped back a bit and pulled her skirt up above her hips to show J that she was wearing no panties and that she was completely shaved.

Placing his hand gently on the side of Wendy’s face, J leaned forward and softly placed his lips to hers. They softly kissed for a moment, but the gentle attitude of there sexual appetite quickly morphed into there faces roughly kissing each other.

J”s hand slid up Wendy’s stomach and grabbed her breast, sending her to arch her back, sticking her breasts out more. He pulled her yellow blouse down on one side until one of her breasts were completely in view. He twirled his fingers around her nipple until it was rock hard and her panting was increasing.

With his free hand, J grabbed Wendy’s tightly muscular ass and squeezed. She leaned her head forward hard and bit J’s lip as he lifted her up once more and carried her over to the wall, beside the fireplace which was roaring, since J pushed the button to cause the flames to erupt. The heat of the fire was causing their bodies to be soaked with sweat as J pushed his groin roughly against Wendy, pushing her ass against the wall.

Wendy slid her tongue into J’s mouth causing him to push his into hers as she reached her hand down and unbuttoned his pants. With one of her hands she wrapped her nimble fingers around his throbbing semi hard dick and began massaging it.

J”s pants fell down to the floor, where he then kicked them out of the way. Wendy slid down the wall until her face was aimed with his, now rock hard meat. She wrapped her lips around the head and tasted a drop of the pre-cum.

Wendy grabbed J’s hips and pulled them forward as she slid her head back against the wall. She then began pulling his hips forward until most of his shaft was in her mouth, in which she pushed his hips back until her lips were only wrapped around the head again. She continued this motion until J took over and began to fuck her face.

Moans soared out of Wendy’s filled mouth as she fingered herself as she felt the power of J’s thrusts inter her mouth and then exit.

After amatör sikiş a few moments, Wendy waited until J’s shaft entered her mouth again and this time she grabbed his hips, pushed her head forward and swallowed his entire dick.

J threw his head back and screamed out in ecstasy.

Wendy then pulled her head back, with J’s dick completely out of her mouth and hanging in the air again. She leaned back against the corner of the wall and the side of the fireplace and stood on her feet with her knees bent so that she looked as if she were sitting in an invisible chair.

“”Now you do me,” she pleaded with her raspy voice.

Getting on his knees, J pressed his head forward and began tasting Wendy’s cunt with his tongue. He teased her clit with his tongue and penetrated her with his fingers, bringing long, loud moans from her lungs and out her mouth. She then grabbed his head and pulled it away.

“”I don’t want to cum yet,” she explained.

Wendy pushed J down onto his back and climbed over top of him. He thought she was going to place him inside of her, but he was wrong. With a mischievous smile, she hovered her hot slit over his throbbing shaft. She let the tip of his dick touch her wetness slightly, but she then rose her hips back up.

Wendy couldn’t stand the teasing anymore and she got off of J, lied straight on her back, stuck her legs out straight and pulled her blouse down around her hips to show her perky breasts.

J got onto all fours and began kissing her nipples, causing them to stand erect. Wendy’s moans climbed higher, as she pulled her skirt completely off and threw it out of the way.

J slid his hand down Wendy’s stomach and tried to slide his fingers into Wendy again, but her legs were too tightly together. She finally gave up the resistance and spread her legs wide, allowing J’s hand to find her wetness once again with his fingers.

“”Put it in me,” Wendy begged with a whispering voice.

J wasted no time.

Pushing his shaft into Wendy’s tight, wet warmth, J moaned out from the pleasure. Slowly he slid his dick into her as her cunt slowly accepted his girth. Once J was all the in her he pulled back and began pounding her with his dick. Their moans quickly erupted into loud screams as J slammed his dick into Wendy over and over again.

Blood ran from J’s back and it wasn’t until he felt the warmth running down his sides that he noticed Wendy’s nails dug fairly deep in his back as her body exploded into a series of jerks and spasms.

“”I’m cumming,” she screamed out as loud as she could, causing her voice to break at the peak of her scream, turning it to more of a squeal. J couldn’t stand it anymore and shot his streams of hot semen into her vibrating cunt.

Afterward they lied beside the fireplace with J’s meat still inside of her, feeling their hearts pounding from their chests.

Once J was finally able to move he fixed dinner for the both of them and watched a movie while under covers on the couch, where they both slowly slipped to the unconscious state of sleep.

Had he met somebody that he could stay with and be happy? Had he found a person that he might even be able to call a “girlfriend”. Could she even be his potential wife? Many questions ran through J’s mind before he fell fast asleep.

Next episode: Making a deposit.

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This story would not be what it was without the contribution of Tahrima Begum. She wrote some of the best parts.

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Khadijah Suleiman was struggling with her faith ever since her divorce 2 years ago. She had stopped going to the mosque as she felt god had abandoned her when she needed him most. She was always a dutiful wife and put her husband’s needs above her own.

Khadijah always dressed modestly and she would wear the hijab to keep her modesty. But at the age of 43 after devoting most of her adult life to her husband he left her for his teenage secretary. It sickened Khadijah that her husband was able to behave in such a vile way but still act so piously at the mosque. It disgusted her more that the congregation despite knowing his sins accepted him. There was a ‘boys will be boys’ attitude towards her husband’s affair and it made her so angry. For years she had put up with the lame sex, she had been cursed with a high sex drive but her husband could not keep up and she would use her hands or toys she had acquired over the years to bring her relief when her husband was at work.

She was always loyal to her husband and despite her curse she maintained a devotion to her religion and her husband. It was only in moments that her mind and body left her with no option but to release that tension. She was active in the mosque and would often organise the local charity drives. But her relationship with the mosque changed when her husband’s infidelity came to light. She felt like she had been betrayed not only by her husband but also the mosque. Which wasn’t surprising as it was mainly run by Pakistani men, who had always been uncomfortable with her having a leadership position within the community.

Her husband married his young secretary within 3 months of their divorce and she soon gave birth. This hurt Khadijah even more as she was childless but her husband was having an affair with another woman and got her pregnant.

She would hear the worst things at the mosque that he left her because she was barren. She never fulfilled her wifely duties meaning that she never wanted sex. This made Khadijah angrier than anything and only if these old women and men knew how much she wanted sex. She was shunned as effectively damaged goods by the community. It was when her ex-husband and new wife began attending the mosque that was the last straw for her. She decided to stop attending the mosque as she could not deal with the hypocrisy of the people.

Since that day she found herself becoming more and more reclusive. Her friends from the mosque stopped coming after a while and she found herself extremely lonely. As she grew distant from her religion and society she found herself sinking deeper in to fulfilling her carnal desires. She was fond of dildos and vibrators, as she had acquired a few secretly over the years. She loved fucking herself with a dildo whilst using a vibrator on her nipples. She found herself indulging these acts more and more.

She would spend hours reading erotica and slowly teasing her clit. She would keep herself on the brink of orgasm as she read story after story. She would often start on a romantic story but as her arousal built she would read more depraved stories including interracial, non-consent and BDSM stories. She would always come to the idea of being tied and used. She loved the powerlessness of being a fuck toy for a man. It stemmed from an incident in her past, when she was young and before her marriage.

She was going home from university and was abroad a crowded and cramped train, there was barely any space. She felt a large hand on her abaya covered ass, at first she just brushed it off as an accident, but the hand started to grope her ass firmly. She felt the man’s other hand travel up the front of her body and grope her tits through the material. She remembered being shocked; she couldn’t speak or do anything. She remembered enjoying that feeling. Moaning softly as the man played with her body whilst she was powerless to do something. She remembered the man telling her that he would get off in two stops and for her to follow him. He then turned her face towards him, he was an older white man, and he brought his lips to hers and kissed her. And then he got off after two stops, except she didn’t follow, fear and the way she was raised prevented her.

Now she often imagined what would have happened if she had followed the man. As she found herself more cut off from the real world she found herself indulging these depraved fantasies even more. Her choice of toys has become even naughtier and she even bought handcuffs as she played with the idea of being restrained. She also began to wear slutty string thongs and small lacy bras that barely held up her 36EE’s. She liked feeling sexy at all times underneath her conservative Islamic clothes and hijab.

If she ever had a visitor she would make sure that everything was hidden away in a room where she kept all her perverted items escort bayan kağıthane but visitors were more infrequent now as she had spent most of her life in the mosque but they now saw her as a damaged woman. The few women she stayed in touch with rarely visited and when they did speak to her they did with such condescending pity that she hated being in their company.

She found herself being more and more cut off that her only real interaction now came at the supermarket and the building maintenance manager that visited once a month.

George Jones at the age of 67, found himself taking a job as the maintenance manager despite having enough money to retire he simply hated the idea of staying alone in his apartment with nothing to do. The job kept him busy and he enjoyed meeting the other residents.

George would meet Khadijah once a month to survey the apartment and fix any repairs or problems. Khadijah kept the apartment clean and it had a homely feel but George could not help but notice a smell that lingered in the air. George had been widowed for 5 years now and it had been even longer since he smelt a woman but he was certain that this was the smell of a woman. He knew Khadijah was a single woman and seemed to be a religious type so he always thought he was mistaken.

One day curiosity got the better of him. On his monthly visit Khadijah had complained that her conditioning did not seem to be working. George had promised to perform a service to get it working at full capacity. It was a hot summer and he did not want the apartment turning into a sweat box.

The smell would not escape George’s senses and as he serviced the air conditioning in each room he slid a small undetectable camera in the air conditioning. Khadijah thanked him for fixing the air conditioning and promised to show her appreciation.

George eagerly got back to his apartment as he watched Khadijah through the various cameras. Khadijah went through her normal day as she resolved herself that she would not succumb to her sinful desires today. George simply continued to watch as Khadijah called her mother and spoke in her native tongue. There was something about hearing her speak in a foreign tongue that really turned on George. He began to feel a growing obsession over this hijabi. Later in the evening Khadijah began to relax into some loungewear and removed her hijab.

George had spent hours watching her do the smallest things almost forgetting his own life. He was eating his dinner which was canned soup as he watched Khadijah remove her hijab and shake her hair out. He felt a growing obsession come over him as he continued to watch. Khadijah enjoyed a beautiful cooked meal and brought out her laptop.

She removed her pyjamas to reveal the sluttiest underwear set George had ever seen. She looked practically obscene. Her humongous tits were spilling out of the tiny bra and her thong did nothing to cover her cunt. George was stroking his big cock as he watched Khadijah get into bed.

Khadijah was feeling so horny, which was a common feeling for her these days, especially at night. She had tried to keep her resolve and even called her mother to try and distract her but it was no use. She was too horny.

She had always fantasized about taking a white man as a lover, stemming from her past experience and every time George visited that fantasy seemed to be at the forefront of her mind. She did not know why. He was fat and old; he had a harmless charm that she found cute. Or maybe it was because he was the only man she had seen in so long.

She went straight to the interracial section for erotica. She was only interested in stories of brown women getting used by white men. She pulled her breasts out of her bra as she began to slowly tease her nipples as she enjoyed story after story of a brown woman getting fucked by a big white cock. She would never do something like this in real life but she liked the fantasy.

She was 45 and her best years were behind her. She had put on some weight since her divorce and she was content with losing herself to this online world of fantasy. She brought out a small vibrator which she placed against her clit under her thong.

She had it on a low setting as she enjoyed the sensations while continuing to read more depraved stories. She enjoyed stories of Muslim women committing blasphemy while being fucked by an infidel lover. There was just something about the blasphemy that really turned her on. She tried to find non-consent stories of white men and brown Muslim women but very few writers would attempt this.

George could not believe what a horny slut Khadijah was. She had been on her laptop for more than 4 hours as she kept herself on the brink of orgasm. He had been edging himself as he tried to hold off until she was ready to cum. He so desperately wanted to fuck her.

She put her laptop to the side and he saw that she had been reading erotic stories. She slid escort bayan beyoğlu her thong down to her knees and began to pull out a dildo from her drawer. George had a giggle at the size as it was only a 7 inch dildo. He thought she would enjoy his large 10 inch cock if he ever got the chance but how would he ever get the chance. He could not reconcile the slut he saw on screen with the pious lady he encountered every month.

Khadijah impaled herself with the large dildo. It was bigger than her husband’s and she loved the feeling of a big cock inside of her. She fucked herself furiously with the dildo as she had worked herself into such a horny state from reading all the erotica. She finally climaxed as she clutched the bed sheets and threw her head back.

“Oh fuck me George.” She muttered to herself.

George thought he had heard his name but it had been a long night and he was so worked up he thought it must because of his horny state. George watched Khadijah every day and night as his obsession grew. On his next visit George stayed a little longer than usual doing odd jobs around the apartment for Khadijah. Khadijah wanted George to look at the water pressure in the shower. As he was in the bathroom he noticed that the laundry hamper was within reach. Khadijah went to make him a coffee as George wasted no time in pocketing a dirty pink thong from the basket.

He fixed the water pressure for Khadijah and he liked how grateful she was.

“You are such a kind and helpful man, Mr. George.” She said as he gathered his things.

“It is just George and I am happy to help the most beautiful tenant in the building.” George said as he began to see Khadijah in a different light. He wanted to now work an angle to see the slut within her.

“Oh. George. You liar.” She said as she tried to brush his comment away.

“I don’t need to lie. You are the most beautiful girl I have ever seen and it just makes me wonder what is under…well I think I better not say.” He said letting her mind wonder what he was going to say.

Khadijah could not get his words out of her mind. She could not remember the last time she had heard someone give her a compliment like that. That night she could not stop thinking about George and what he what he meant by “it just makes me wonder what is under…” what did he mean? He could only mean under her hijab or did he mean under her clothes? Would he appreciate the slutty underwear she was wearing?

That night Khadijah brought out her 6 inch vibrating dildo. She was rubbing it along her slit as she read interracial stories about white men and Muslim sluts. She slid the vibrating dildo inside her as she felt an urgent desire, one that had to be quenched. When she initially entered the dildo inside of her it was in the lowest setting but that was not enough to get her off. So she switched up through the gears until it was at full power as she fucked herself with the dildo. The laptop fell to the side as she was lost to the sexual feelings.

“Fuck me. Fuck this beautiful girl. Beautiful girl. Oh look at me. Look under my hijab. Oh fuck me, George!!” Khadijah moaned as she felt the most powerful orgasm. Little did she know that George was watching her and licking her dirty thong as fisted his cock to her.

George waited another month to see her. He hated having to wait this long but he wanted to plan his move carefully. The next time he was over she did not have much work but George just enjoyed a coffee with her. They were just discussing books and Khadijah said she loved romance novels. George knew her real interest was in erotica but he played along with her.

“I have recently bought a new book but I am a terrible reader. It is a romance novel and you may enjoy it. If I brought it around next week, would you want to read it together?” George asked innocently.

Khadijah had to admit she liked his company and she had even begun to consider him a friend. Khadijah went to clean her cup as George finished his. She was at the sink when George approached her from behind and handed her the cup.

As his arm came around her she felt him pressed against her from behind. She could feel his erection against her ass and without thinking she pushed her ass back against his cock. He pressed his arm against her heavy tits before she took the cup. And he moved away. She leaned a little against the sink for support as she found herself breathing heavy. Her mind flashing back to all those years ago. She did not know what had come over her as her fantasy world spilled over into the real world for a moment.

George gathered his things and made his way to the door. Khadijah somehow managed to calm herself a little and went to the door to see him out.

“I will see you tomorrow for our little reading club,” she said as George left.

“Yes. I am excited. I am lucky to have such a beautiful reading partner.” George commented.

“Oh George. Please stop.” Khadijah escort bayan esenler said.

“I mean it. You are so beautiful and dare I say it, so sexy. I mean look at that body. What I would do…I am sorry. I will see you next week.” George finished before leaving, he knew that his compliments were having an effect on her after all he had seen the proof.

As soon as George left Khadijah closed the door and turned around leaning back against it. She tore off her abaya revealing her bra and thong underneath. She slid her thong to the side and inserted two fingers inside as she began to finger herself furiously. She was moaning so loudly.

“Fuck this sexy girl. Fuck her. Oh George, what would you do? Oh fuck me you big dick infidel.” She moaned as she felt herself cum in a shuddering orgasm.

As she came to her senses she panicked thinking her neighbors heard but when she checked her peephole no one was outside to her relief. George had hurried back to his apartment but the camera angle did not cover the door and he cursed himself. But he had heard what she said and he liked that she had just cum to the thought of him.

That week George visited an adult bookstore. He picked out a very explicit porn novel. On the surface it seemed like a 50 Shades type of story but it promised some extremely explicit sex scenes. George took the book to their reading club and Khadijah welcomed him.

“You have such a beautiful smile. I like seeing you happy,” commented George as soon as he entered.

“I am excited about our club,” Khadijah said enjoying his compliment. Trying her best to hide the fact that she was blushing.

“Me too. I am hoping it helps with my reading as I have not always been the brightest.” George said.

“I will help you. We will read together.” Khadijah said as George brought out the book. The book started off innocent enough. George read the first few pages and the Khadijah read a few pages.

Mid way through the reading George said he needed to use the bathroom. He had planned this as he wanted to steal another of Khadijah’s thongs. He made his way to the bathroom where he pocketed a purple thong when a thought occurred to him. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock.

He was almost fully erect as being around Khadijah always made him hard. He entered the room acting as though he had forgotten to put it away. Khadijah’s eyes were immediately drawn to it and she could not take her eyes off it. Her eyes were wide like never before and her breathing became heavy. She could not believe that she was staring at his huge cock and that it was out in the open. George sat down as though there was nothing out of the ordinary.

“Sorry about that. Shall we continue reading?” Asked George.

“Uhm. George. You have…Your…coc…your thing..it’s..” Khadijah said as she pointed to George’s cock. George looked down and acted embarrassed and shocked as he began to tuck his large cock away.

“I am sorry, old age can make you forget the most basic of things.” He replied playing up the whole old helpless man act. Khadijah felt a little bad for him, he was clearly starting to forget things. But Khadijah was so lost in her mind and what she had seen that she didn’t question whether it was really an innocent mistake or not as George took over the reading. Her eyes kept glancing at his large crotch as she visualized the big cock she had seen moments ago. The image was burned in to her mind, and she wanted to see it again. Part of her was cursing at her, telling her to get a grip, but she ignored that part of her.

George began reading about the lead character being fucked in a graphic manner as Khadijah struggled to contain her feelings. She continued to nod along as her body burned up and she could feel her sensitive nipples rub against the inside of the lace bra. She began to squeeze her legs together as she became even hornier. She was biting her lips as the story only became hotter and more detailed. She sneaked her hand between her legs as she kept the pressure on her clit. She bit her lip harder as she struggled to contain her moans. George finished the chapter and closed the book.

“I don’t know about you but I am feeling pretty hot after that. I hope you are not wearing much under there. Same time next week?” George asked as he began to take more risks with his comments.

Khadijah was unable to speak as she simply nodded. She walked George to the door but as he passed her to leave she brushed her hand against his crotch. She did not know what was coming over but the sight of his cock was making her lose control. As he left she leaned against the door as she tried to gather her thoughts. She needed to take care of her needs and in an almost zombie like trance she walked to her bedroom as she began to strip of her clothes.

She found her biggest dildo which was around 7 inches but it was nowhere near what she saw on George. She was naked as she got on the bed and furiously fucked her wanton cunt. She was hungry for a real cock but this would have to do to satisfy her needs for now.

She stuck the dildo against the headboard as it had a suction cup at the bottom. She began to position herself in the doggy position as she rode the dildo like a bitch in heat. She could not deny what she really was.

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As summer approached both Lisa and I would be graduating from high school. I would truly love to fuck her but her fear of her parents finding her on birth control and my fear of a broken condom prevent us from going that far.

One weekend we were scheduled for a date so I went to her house to pick her up. Her parents lived in a bi-level house where when you walked in the front door you had to either go up steps or down. As I approached the door it swung open but there was no person. Entering onto the small landing the door swung closed and there was Lisa bare ass naked from head to toe. I asked her, “What would have happened if someone was with me?”

Lisa replied, “I guess they would have gotten a real good show.”

We start to kiss and embrace and she pushes me backwards to where I have to sit down on the steps leading upstairs. Once I sit down she straddles me and sits on my lap with her pussy spread. I continue to kiss her but one hand found its way to one of her tits and the other to her pussy. She must have been plying with herself before hand because her pussy was totally soaked.

I broke of a kiss and asked, “What about your parents?”

Lisa smiled and replied, “They went away for the weekend with my little sister. We have the whole house to ourselves.”

I said to her, “If that’s the case and we don’t have to post a look out of the upstairs bay window how about we gone downstairs to the family room?”

“That’s fine with me,” she said and down stairs we went.

A lot of the downstairs was below grade so there were no windows. There was however a sliding glass door with a curtain over it. The glass door led out to the back yard. In the backyard there was a swing set and behind that a 6′ tall basket weave fence. On the other side of the fence was a neighbor whose house faced Lisa’s.

She insisted that I go into the downstairs powder room to get undressed while she took up a seat on the couch. I went to close the door to the powder room and she yelled out, “Hey! I want to watch.”

“If that is the case then you had better give me a sexier view than what I can see,” I replied.

With that I left the door open while she drew her feet back toward her body and spread her knees as far apart as she could. Her pussy hair was wet and parted to either side of her slit. Her pussy lips were pink and swollen and her clit more erect than I had ever seen it. Since we had already played around on the steps I was pretty hard but as I removed the last of my clothing I went rock hard.

I emerged from the powder room with my cock swinging back and forth. Lisa dropped her legs down and laid flat on her back the length of the couch.

Climbing on top of her I made sure my cock was in direct contact with her pussy but not in her pussy. As we laid there kissing and groping each others bodies I asked Lisa if we could drag this out all day? She said that there was no reason not to.

I suggested that if either one of us felt close to an orgasm, we take a break for maybe 15 or 20 minutes and then start up again knowing that eventually one of us would explode. Lisa agreed knowing her parents were far away and we had all day to experience the pleasure.

We lasted for about 20 minutes and I started to feel like I was getting close to an orgasm. Before we took our break I asked Lisa to rub the head of my cock back and forth over her clit. She did this for a couple of minutes then declared, “Break time!!” I guess we were both overheating.

Lisa went upstairs and got us a couple of sodas. I turned on the television and when she returned we both sat there naked watching television.

When things had cooled down I suggested that we open the drape to the sliding glass door. Suggesting that we could both go outside completely naked and fondle each other, I was hoping Lisa had reached that “I don’t care who sees me” point of arousal. Unfortunately she had not and it took some convincing to get her to allow me to open the drape half way and she was emphatic that neither one of us go outside.

As I walked to the glass door she yelled, “I said no!” Stopping right in front of the door I turned sideways so she could see the profile of my body. I then proceeded to jerk off. Lisa almost immediately started to play with her tits and fondle her pussy. Her public hair was pushed to either side of her pussy lips and even from across the room I could see all of vaginal parts. I jerked off until I knew I had to stop and returned to the couch.

I asked Lisa if she would be willing to get down on the floor on all fours. With out porno izle asking why she quickly moved into position. Getting down on the floor with her, I sat up while sliding my legs between her hands and legs. This gave me access to her dangling tits and pussy by reaching over her beautiful ass. My left hand grabbed and played with her tits but my right hand couldn’t find the mark. I asked her to spread her knees some more and she complied. I found her love tunnel with my fingers and proceeded to push 3 fingers into her cunt. Her first reaction was to pull away from my fingers but then started to push back at them. At the same time I could feel my cock was able to come in contact with her tits. She reached under her chest with one hand while the other supported her weight. Grabbing my cock she continued rubbing her tits across the head of my dick while rocking back and forth on my fingers that were shoved up her cunt. After a few minutes Lisa said that she needed a break as I could tell the sexual tension was building in her body.

As I pulled my legs out from under her I assumed the doggy position. My cock was pointing almost straight down and I asked her to milk my cock like she was milking a cow. She straightened my cock so it was perpendicular to the floor and started to pull. Her movements changed from an up and down to a twisting motion on the head of my cock. The sensation was phenomenal. This lasted for a bit and then she moved directly behind me and pulled my cock backwards through my legs as far as it would go. Alternating between a jerking motion and twisting and sometimes in combination I almost hit the point of no return and I told her she had to stop.

She laughed and said, “That’s good because I have to pee and I could use something to drink.” She stood up and walked to the powder room and I watched her ass checks jiggle until she reached for the door in order to close it. When she started to close the door I yelled, “Hey! I want to watch.”

Lisa turned and said, “You don’t want to watch me pee.”

I said, “If you remember I already watched you pee that day in the woods.”

“I guess your right” she replied as she left the door alone and began to squat on the toilet.

“I have an idea Lisa. How about if I pee between your legs while you are peeing? Maybe that way it will be less embarrassing although after today I don’t know how you or I could be embarrassed much by each other.”

Lisa thought for a second and said, “Let’s give it a try.”

She spread her legs as far as she could while sitting on the seat. Because my cock was just starting to soften but had not gone flaccid yet, I had to lean across her body using the vanity to prop myself up on an angle that allowed my pee to flow and my dick to come close to her pussy. It became obvious that if this was going to happen Lisa had to be the one to aim my cock which didn’t help me soften. “Once you start then I will start” she said. Par for the course, the first stream started and hit her on the inside of her thigh and I shut it down as quickly as possible. Lisa exclaimed, “Aiming this thing is not as easy as it looks.” I replied, “Tell me about it. Let me know when you are ready”

She repositioned my cock and told me to start. I looked between my arms to see where I was shooting. This time her aim was right on and my stream was going right between her legs and into the toilet water. She adjusted my pee stream to hit her right in her vagina. I had finished but continued to hear her pee into the bowl. Once she stopped, Lisa grabbed a wash cloth and proceeded to wash up between her legs and also my dick. Having full run of the house we both went upstairs to get the drinks and a snack and then returned to the basement to watch more TV and cool off.

Once we were ready to start again I asked her if we could do a 69 position. She agreed and I laid flat on my back the full length of the couch. With one foot on the floor Lisa proceeded to straddle my head. The sight and fragrance of her open pussy as it hovered over my face brought me to an immediate erection. She started to bring her second leg up onto the couch and I maneuvered her hips so I would be able to run my tongue from her clit to her hole without either on of us having to change position. Lisa lowered her pussy onto my face and I could feel her tits against my stomach, she laid her head on my upper thigh close to my cock. I ran my tongue from her clit to her hole and she moaned with pleasure. I could feel my cock being gobbled up with her mouth followed by some up and down motion.

Having porno türk spent the whole afternoon playing, enjoying, exploring, exciting and stimulating each other we both knew it would not be long before someone erupted like a volcano. With that in mind I asked her to sit up for just a second. I wriggled out from between her legs, stood up and walked to the sliding glass door. I opened the drape completely so that if anyone walked through the back yard or looked through the fence they were going to get a great show. Lisa did not say a word as I walked back to the couch and scooted back between her legs. She lay back on top of me and we picked up where we had left off but now in full view of anyone that wanted to watch. Lisa’s “I don’t care who watches” switch was now turned fully own.

We tried to extend our sex time but the breaks got longer and our oral contact with each others genitals got shorter. Lisa would ask me to stop and I would put my tongue away and just gaze at the awesome view I had of her sex while savoring her juices and taking in the aroma of her pussy. If I asked for a break, she would remove my cock from her mouth and just caress my swollen balls until I told her it was okay to start again. Suddenly, while we were both fully engaged orally, Lisa yells, “Don’t stop!” I increased the speed of my tongue movements over every part of her vagina and up into her hole. My cock was out of her mouth as her body tensed and she exclaimed, “Oh my god!” Her body shuddered and released a small amount of pussy juice into my mouth. As she started to recover from her orgasm she quickly grabbed my cock and returned it to her mouth. I told her to take it out and just lay there and rest. I wanted her to enjoy the after glow of her orgasm.

A few minutes later she started to move. Telling me how great her orgasm was she asked what she could do for me. I told her that what I wanted was for her to rub the head of my cock through the folds of her vagina and back and forth across her clit. I explained that I was very close to an orgasm but I would give her enough warning to move my cock away from her hole but that I wanted to dump my load on her pubic hair.

With that we both got up so she could lie on her back on the couch. I crawled between her legs as I looked at her beautiful pussy. Propping myself up on my arms she took hold of my cock and started rubbing the head of my dick through the folds of her vagina. Watching the head disappear and then reappear in her lips and then passing back and for over her clit was almost more than I could stand but at the same time I didn’t want this to end. Finally as she was rubbing me close to her hole I told her it was time. She started moving my cock up her slit but as it was passing her clit my first stream of sperm left my body. As soon as she felt that warm wetness on her clit she immediately started to jerk me off onto her public hair. The pent up sex of the whole day was now spewing all over her hairy mound. As I finished cumming I looked at her pussy and there was hardly a pussy hair area not covered with my sperm. Both of us now being fully satisfied, we started to get up.

Lisa stood up and gravity started to take over and my cum started to run back towards her clit. She hurried to the powder room to retrieve the wash cloth and proceeded to “mop up.” Lisa then said, “I’m hungry. Going upstairs to get dressed.” I made my way to the powder room where I cleaned up my cock with the wash rag and put my clothes back on. Once we were both dressed we decided to go to a local diner to get some dinner. After over four hours of sexual it play it left us both very hungry but it also left me with a hunger to put my cock in her pussy.

Over the next few months our sex was confined to very limited opportunities. We either had to take turns or only get partially naked. It was still great sex but not as good as our marathon had been. Needless to say over the next few months I mentioned to Lisa, on more than one occasion, about trying full intercourse. Her response was always the same, NO! I finally wore her down one night and she said, “OK we will do it but I have some rules. First, you have to wear a condom. Next only the head of your dick goes into my pussy and not the whole thing. You have to pull out if you feel like you are going to cum. Last, if you do cum with your dick in me, even though you are in a condom you have to pull out right away. Understood?”

For the chance to even sink only part of my dick into her beautiful pussy I would agree to anything and said “Yes”. The next Türkçe altyazılı porno questions were where and when? She conceded that the best place would be at her house while her parents took a day trip. Unfortunately nothing was planned so we waited.

One Wednesday evening I got a call from Lisa. She said, “This Saturday at my house by 12 noon and bring a condom.” I was going to get my wish. The time just dragged on until Saturday finally arrived. I showered, shaved and drove to her house. Once again as I approached the front door it opened. As I entered and the door closed Lisa stood there in all her naked glory. She looked nervous. Her nipples were erect and her clit had found its way past her pussy lips and public hair and gave away that she was also excited. I moved her back to the stairs and had her lay down. We embraced and kissed as I reached to fondle the erect nipples on her tits.

Lisa broke off the embrace and started to stand up. She turned around and started up the stairs while I grabbed at her ass as it jiggled while she walked. When we reached the top of the stairs she turned right and down the hallway to her bedroom. I sat on the bed in order to get undressed and sternly she said, “Not on the bed.” Lisa went to the closet and pulled out a blanket and spread it out on the floor next to her bed. Getting down on the blanket she laid on her back, pulling her knees up and putting all her goodies on display. Standing there I started to take off my clothes as she laid there and took pleasure in watching me undress. Once naked I got down on the blanket, laid on my left side facing her. Lisa dropped her knees and turned toward me so we were face to face. I made sure that my now firm cock got placed in the nest of her pubic hairs and I slipped my left arm under her body. This allowed me to use each hand to massage the globes of her ass. Occasionally I would run one of my fingers down the crack of her ass so it could find its way into her vagina.

I asked Lisa if she would just sit on my face and allow me to eat her pussy for a while. Without saying a word she got to her knees and straddled one leg over my head as she faced my feet. The view was incredible as she lowered her groin onto my face. Pubic hair, ass hole, clitoris and vaginal lips were all headed in the direction of my mouth. The aroma of her cunt added to the hardness of my cock. I reached up a played with her tits as I sucked her clit into my mouth. It did not take long for her pussy juices to leak all over my face and into my mouth. She became more and more excited but I did not want her to orgasm. When I felt she was at the very edged I asked her if she was ready for my cock.

I didn’t have to ask twice. She dismounted me and went flat on her back. Since I was limited to just the head of my dick in her pussy there was no reason to get creative in positions. She spread her legs and admonished, “Remember, just the head.” I tore open the wrapper and put the condom on my cock. My penis was in her slit as I moved it around to find her hole. When I found my target I started to press inward when she stopped me and said, “That is far enough.” It felt like every nerve in my body was now in the tip of my cock and I could not tell how far in I was. I looked down to find that the head was only buried in the folds of her lips but still on the outside of her tunnel. I replied, “I’m not even in yet.”

Lisa said, “OK then a little farther.”

I pushed again and saw the head of my cock disappear into her cunt completely and she moaned.

“That is far enough,” she said.

I responded, “Just a little more so I can move in an out without falling out of your pussy.”

When I received no response I pushed in just a little more and stopped. It felt so good!!

I laid there with my dick in her cunt for several minutes just enjoying this new sensation. I asked her how it felt and she said it was wonderful. Once I adjusted to the feeling I started to move in an out of her tunnel and that provided more new sensations. My senses were in overdrive with touch, sight, smell and even sound. I could hear the slurping of pussy juice coming from her cunt as I moved in an out. Then without any warning, sperm started flowing out the end of my cock and into the condom. It did not come in the typical spurts but a flow like someone turned a faucet on inside my cock. The flood of sperm filled the condom so quickly and completely, when I pulled out it felt like someone tied a water balloon to the end of my dick.

Although I kept my promise of pulling out immediately Lisa was concerned why I gave no warning. When she saw the amount of white seed in the condom she became concerned it had broken but that was not the case. I knew that was going to be the only time we would fuck…for now.

I asked her to climb back on my face so I could once again give her oral sex and help her to the climax she deserved.

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As I opened my eyes and inhaled deeply the first thing I realised was that I was completely naked. My hands were bound by some soft velvety material to the bedposts. I smiled. Even as he made it impossible for me to move he made sure I was comfortable. Under me were black sheets made of silky satin. Just the feel of them made me moist between my legs. I tried to rub my thighs together, but couldn’t. He’d bound my feet to the end bed posts. I let out a small chuckle and I leaned my head back and moaned his name, “Oh Anthony…What are you up to?”

“You know perfectly well what I’m up to, doll.” I raised my head up and looked around for him. The room was in semidarkness lit only by one candle on the night stand.

“Where are you babe?” I called out to him.

“Now, come on Rose, we talked about this…” His voice seemed to come from the alcove close to the window where I liked to sit on rainy days to read.

“Right. Right..I forgot, Anthony. Come out let me see you.” I said.

“No. I’m not ready for you just yet” I heard the flick of a lighter and saw his face illuminated briefly while he lit a mecidiyeköy escort bayan cigarette.

I smiled as I understood what he meant. I tried to hoist myself up to a half sitting position, leaning on my elbow as I smiled in the most mischievous way I know, “What did I do, Anthony? Why are you punishing me?”

A cloud of smoke poured out of the alcove, “You’ve been a bad girl, Rose. And bad girls always have to be punished. That’s the only way you’ll learn. You burnt my chicken. I asked you to do one thing and you botched it. What do you have to say for yourself?”

I pretended to hang my head in shame, “That’s only because I couldn’t stop thinking about what you were going to do to me. I’m sorry Anthony, I couldn’t help it. I pictured you stripping me naked on the kitchen table and fucking me senseless. I got wet so quickly that I had to stop and attend to myself. I sat down at the kitchen table and put my legs up leaving my pussy spread hot and ready. I was so wet, babe. My clit was aching. I put a finger on either side of my clit and rubbed until I could barely bayrampaşa escort bayan take it. But it wasn’t the same. I closed my eyes and slipped two fingers inside and tried to picture you there beneath the table, fingering me.”

I heard the soft fap fap noises that he makes when he’s stroking that amazing cock and I continued, “I tried, Anthony, but my small fingers only went in so far. I rubbed and rubbed but I couldn’t cum…so you know what I did next?”

“What?” The question came to me in a half lethargic way, as if his mouth was hanging open at my words.

“I grabbed that big cucumber on the counter and fucked myself with complete abandon.” I paused to insert an appropriate shudder of pleasure,” I have been a bad girl, Anthony but not in the way you think. You won’t believe the mess I made. By the time I finished cleaning it up I realised the chicken was beyond saving.”

He stood up and walked towards me. As he came into the beam of light I saw that he did indeed have his mouth hanging open. He was stark naked too and that cock that I couldn’t stop escort bayan bahçelievler thinking about was completely hard and stood at attention. He shook his himself out of the reverie and walked over to the night stand lighting two more candles. Then two more on the dresser.

“You fucked yourself with a cucumber. While thinking about me.” He said it as though in disbelief. “You fucked yourself with a cucumber, Rose? At the kitchen table? God…what am I going to do with you?”

I giggled as he crept up on the bed and moved on top of me. He planted his knees on either side of me and leaned in to kiss me. He took hold of my head and buried his tongue down my throat. I was very conscious of his cock pressing into my stomach and it made me so wet, I knew there was going to be a puddle beneath me before long.

Then he let go of me. I rose up trying to meet his lips but he pulled away, teasing me and chuckling.”Patience, Rose.” He moved down and grabbed hold of my breast swirling his tongue around my nipple as he caressed and pinched the other one until it was hard enough to his satisfaction. Then he switched. He dragged his tongue back up, slightly nipping my neck on the way, to my mouth, filling it once again. He pulled me up close to him as far as the cords would let him.

Then he released me as suddenly as before. He moved up further on top of me and settled himself with his magnificent member centimetres from my face, “Say ‘ah’, doll.”

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Lori pressed the down button for the elevator. It had been a horrible day. She was so glad to be going home. Being a summer intern wasn’t all it was cracked up to be. For hours, she ran around the office fetching coffee, making copies, and doing any other menial task.

The elevator doors slipped open and she walked into the empty car. She pressed the button for the parking deck and the doors started to slide shut.

“Wait! Hold the elevator!” a male voice shouted. He pushed his way through the double doors right before they closed. Lori groaned internally. Why him? she thought as she realized it was Justin. He had been at the offices all day working out a contract for one of the movies the company was making. He had been the most overbearing person Lori ever had the chance to work with. She was constantly running from the conference room to the vending machines to the corner deli to even making an appointment for him at a nearby hair salon for eight hours. She didn’t know if she could stand to be with him even for the short time it would take for the elevator to get to the lobby.

Justin turned to her, “Aren’t you that intern?”

“Yes,” she mumbled, trying to make it obvious she didn’t want to talk.

“How did you get a job here? I thought they hired more competent people,” he said.

Lori gritted her teeth and kept herself from telling him to fuck off and die, instead, she said, “I guess I’m not used to such demanding clientele.”

Justin smirked and turned back to face forward. What a jerk, Lori thought. If all of those fans could know what he’s really like, his popularity would go rock bottom in a second. Lori glanced at her watch to check the time when she heard the elevator groan.

“What the hell?” she said as the elevator came to an abrupt stop. She pushed Justin out of the way and started to press different buttons to get the elevator going again. It was useless. The elevator was stuck.

“Shit,” she said as she opened the door for the emergency phone.

“What did you do?” Justin said.

Lori turned to give him an annoyed look, “Yeah, blame it on me. I guess you’ve gotten used to that today.”

“Whatever,” Justin said and shrugged.

Lori slammed the phone back down. There was no answer. “Great! How do we get out of this?” she said, leaning back against the wall.

“Damn! And I’ve got this hot date tonight,” Justin mumbled.

Lori rolled her eyes, “Yeah, I’m sure Britney will pitch a fit if you’re late.”

“Shut up. I’m sick of people thinking we’re dating,” Justin porno konulu said.

“God, it sucks to be a celebrity. Beautiful women, limos, penthouse suites. Yeah, Justin, you’ve got it real hard,” Lori said sarcastically.

“Why are you such a bitch?” Justin said.

“I don’t know, maybe because you changed your lunch order three times after I had already gone to get it every time. Maybe because you called me ‘Hey, go-fer girl’ all day. Gee, Justin, I have no idea why I would be in a bad mood,” Lori said sliding down the wall to take a seat. Justin did the same and sat facing her.

“What is your name by the way?” he asked.

“Why should I bother telling you?” Lori said. “It’s Lori,” she said after a brief pause.

Justin stared up at the ceiling with a bored look. Figuring they wouldn’t be rescued anytime soon, Lori rummaged through her backpack, pulled out a book, and started to read.

“What are you reading?” he asked.

“A book. You know it has pages with words on it. It usually tells a story,” Lori said not looking up from the page she was reading. Justin snatched the book out of her hands and looked at the cover.

“A Man In Full,” he read aloud. He flipped through the pages. Lori didn’t fail to notice he lost her place.

“This book is like two thousand pages long,” Justin said handing it back to her.

“And no pictures. You’d have a tough time,” Lori said.

Lori found the page she had been on and resumed reading. Justin fidgeted the whole time. Finally, he grabbed her backpack.

“What else you got in here?” he said and started looking through it.

“None of your damn business! Give that back!” she said.

“Make me!” Justin said standing up and holding it over his head. Only being five feet five inches tall, Lori couldn’t reach the bag.

“You’re a dick, you know that? You wouldn’t want anyone to think you were mature for your age,” Lori said.

Justin dropped the bag to his side, “You’re quick with the insults. Too bad you weren’t quicker with my coffee.”

“Fuck you!” Lori shouted and grabbed for her bag. Justin kept playing keep away with it until Lori finally pushed him in frustration. Justin stumbled backwards, dropped the bag, and grabbed onto Lori for support. He fell back onto his butt, pulling Lori down with him. Lori soon found herself in a compromising situation as she lay on top of Justin.

“Dick,” she said and went to get up.

“No, I kinda like you there. Why don’t you wiggle around a little more?” Justin porno seyret said and grabbed her ass.

“You’re disgusting,” Lori said but didn’t get up.

“Well, you’re a bitch,” Justin said.

“We’ve established that. And you’re an asshole,” she said.

“Argh! You’re so damn mean! I just want to lay you across my knee and spank you!” Justin said.

“Yeah, I’d like to see you try,” Lori said and struggled to get up. Justin wrestled with her and she ended up losing. He had her face down on the floor and was lying on top of her.

“Now I got you where I want you,” Justin said.

“Oh you’re so tough beating up on a girl,” Lori said turning her head to look up at him.

“Who said anything about beating?” Justin said. Lori cringed as he brushed the hair off of the back of her neck. She felt Justin’s warm mouth start to suck softly on the skin below her hairline. Lori cursed her hormones as shivers ran up her spine.

“What are you doing?” she said.

“Just shut up for once and enjoy it,” he murmured. He moved forward to the back of her ear and licked at her earlobe. Lori let out a groan. Justin shifted and flipped her over on her back.

“What makes you think I want to do this?” Lori said.

“Because you would have stopped me by now,” he said. Justin covered her mouth with his and forced his tongue into her mouth. Lori couldn’t believe herself as she felt his tongue swirl around hers. He propped himself up to unbutton her suit coat and push it off of her.

“Too many damn clothes,” he murmured and started to unbutton her blouse.

“I’m not going to be the only one naked,” Lori said and pulled his soccer jersey off over his head. She ran her hands down the hard muscles of his back.

Lori let out a yelp when Justin roughly pushed one of the cups of her bra down and took her nipple between his teeth. He sucked on it hard and scraped his tongue along it. She let out a moan as she felt the heat rising between their bodies.

Unbuttoning his jeans, Lori slipped her hand into his boxers. She grabbed a hold of his penis and squeezed. He let out a gasp.

“Change your order now, why don’t you?” Lori said.

“Bite me,” Justin said with a grunt as she tugged on his stiff cock.

“Eat me,” she said.

“Glad to,” Justin said and pushed her skirt up. He nipped at the skin above her thigh high nylons before ripping down her panties and spreading her legs apart. He thrust his tongue into Lori, making her scream. She buried her fingers in his hair as he flicked his tongue Üvey Anne Porno against her. Her hips thrust forward despite herself. Justin took that as a sign and pushed his pants down to his knees.

Lori glared at him as he mounted her. “This better be good,” she said.

“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you want,” Justin said as he rammed his cock into her. Lori winced at his intensity but she matched him with every stroke. She could tell he was close so she pushed him off of her and put him on his back.

“You can get your own damn coffee next time,” Lori said. She straddled Justin and lowered herself onto him. His size filled her to where she was afraid she might not be able to take all of him. She rode him slow and deep. Justin’s face was screwed up with the intense pleasure he was feeling.

Justin shook his head like he was saying no and sat up. “Get up,” he said.

“Why?” Lori asked.

“I’ll show you why,” Justin said as he stood up and picked her up off the floor. He grabbed Lori around the waist, lifted her up, and pinned her to the wall. She responded by wrapping her legs around his body and he pushed into her again. Lori moaned in pleasure as she felt her orgasm coming on. Justin’s whole body was pressed against her and she could scarcely breath. His thrusting became harder and harder until he came. She could feel his cock twitch and spasm inside her.

“That’s it?” she said, not satisfied yet, “I thought you were going to give me what I wanted. What a stud you are.”

“If that’s how you want it,” Justin said and laid her back down on the floor. He pushed her bra up to attack her fully exposed breasts. As he suckled on one nipple, he plunged his fingers inside her. He meticulously massaged her center as he moved up to rape her mouth with his tongue. He pushed his fingers as far as he could inside of her until she came screaming into his mouth. She felt drained, as she lay panting on the floor.

Justin sat up and put his jersey back on, “Well now we know you’re good at something.”

“Well let’s just say you fuck better than you sing,” Lori said readjusting her bra.

Justin pulled his pants back up and they both sat there not saying anything. Lori raised her head to look up at him. He looked back at her with a glare.

“Jerk,” she said.

“Bitch,” he replied and tackled her again. Their arousal was so intensely re-ignited for the second time that neither noticed the elevator start to move. Justin had pushed her skirt back up to lick again at her center. Lori let her head fall back against the elevator door as she felt his tongue slide into her.

A bell chimed and the elevator doors slid open. Someone outside in the lobby gasped. Justin looked up.

“Hey Britney, sorry I’m late, I’ll be back down in a minute,” Justin said as he reached up, pushed the “Close Door” button, and returned to his business.

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I stopped at the grocery store to pick up some ice cream. I ran in, thinking that it would only be a minute. Paying no attention to the fellow shoppers, I started over to the frozen section. I noticed a guy looking at me. I smiled at the thought of someone eyeing me, but thought nothing of it. When the guy in front of me turned around to sniff me; I felt that something was off. Discreetly trying to see if my deodorant had stopped working, I walked around him.

Moving through the frozen foods section, another guy winked at me. That had me checking my reflection in the freezer glass. Everything was fine. My hair was in place, and my makeup was doing its magic

Puzzled, I walked over to the ice cream section. I was reaching for the pint of double chocolate chip that was hiding from me when I felt a touch on my arm. I looked into a set of the most wonderful dark blue eyes and dark hair. His tight, faded jeans and sports jersey covered a lean build. He was a lot taller than me and naughty thoughts about size differences flew through my head. Stifling a giggle, I moved over a half step.

Leaning slightly toward me, he said in a low voice, “Hello, I am going to fuck you.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, thinking I must have heard him wrong. Surely he didn’t say THAT, did he?

“You’ve got it.”

His finger moved to touch my bottom lip. I could feel my nipples instantly harden and moisture begin just from that touch. It had been so long since I had made love, being single and working long hours didn’t help either. I wanted him right then so bad that I could taste it. A stranger, crazy, or weirdo he may be, but I wanted him.

“Got what?” Thoughts of flinging him to the floor of the store float through my head.

“It’s the scent. A man can tell when a woman needs to be fucked. I have never smelled any stronger than yours. I know I can help you. Are you willing to let me?”

His finger, finished with my lip, slipped into my mouth. I sucked lightly on it, surprising myself.

I nodded my head in answer. This man could have asked me to lie down right there and I would have. A scent? My scent? I never knew there was such a thing. Not sure that this wasn’t just a pick up line, I dismissed that thought. Who cared really?

He took my hand and led me from the store.

Heads turned, as we passed other guys. I could see that they were staring at me. Could what he said be true? Leading me to the car, my thoughts raced through my head. Could I really fuck a stranger?

“Wait,” şişli escort bayan I said, as he opened the door, “maybe this isn’t a great idea…”

Without a word he pushed me in and shut the door. He moved rapidly around to the driver’s side and got in. Putting in the keys and starting the engine, he turned to me, “You are mine to fuck. Know it and accept it.”

Just those words and my legs trembled. Was I going to be his Fuck? I certainly hoped so. He reached over and raised my shirt just enough to reach my breast. My stomach clenched with the bolt of heat that came from his touch. I could feel my panties become wet instantly. Squeezing my legs together, I tried not to let what was happening show. He turned to look at me. He knew what was happening to me.

He pinched my nipple and smiled. I couldn’t hold back a moan.

“We are close to my house.” His fingers kept up their pressure. “I ‘m going to fuck you jelly legged, babe.”

I wanted that to be true. I lifted his hand and placed his finger to my mouth. Using my tongue, I licked the end and sucked it slowly into my mouth. He jumped slightly, and we swerved on the road. Thinking of nothing but the feelings flowing through me, I could have cared not if we had wrecked. I was beyond reason. My teeth nipped his finger as I slowly removed it from my mouth.

I leaned over toward the driver’s side. The console was pressing into my stomach as I ran my hands up his arm and down his chest. His muscles were hard under my hand. I could feel his breathing quicken. Placing my lips near his ear, I used my tongue to flick the bottom of his lobe and whispered softly, “You sure you can handle it?”

“Damn straight,” he said as he turned quickly into a driveway. Slamming the car into park and leaping out, he had my door open before I had even made it back to my seat.

He grabbed my hand, saying not a word as we headed for the door. He shoved me inside and slammed the door. His hands cupped the back of my neck as he kissed me, his tongue seeking mine. My hands moved up his back, lifted his shirt and lightly scraped his back with my nails.

Jerking his mouth away, he grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off. My lacy bra strained against swollen breasts. He pulled me to him to kiss and lick my neck. The heat of his tongue had me tilting my head so he could do more. Kissing his way to my breasts, he took one of my nipples into his mouth.

My nipples were rock hard with excitement, bağcılar escort bayan poking through my bra. His lips sucked one little pebble into his mouth, nipping it with his teeth. Soft kisses eased the sting. He flicked the clasp open with his fingers. Without moving his mouth from my nipple, he slid the bra off. He molded my tits in his hands as he alternated between nipples with his mouth.

Moaning loudly, I cupped his head in my hands and held him where he was. I could feel myself getting wetter, soaking my panties. Stepping back, he pushed my pants down, then hooked his thumbs into the sides of my panties. He pushed them both off and helped me step out of them as I kicked off my shoes.

Grabbing his shirt to remove it, his hands covered mine. Together we ripped it over his head and threw it to the floor. Kissing my way down his chest, I stopped to suck gently on his nipples. I could feel him jump as I moved down to cup the bulge that was straining there. I unbuttoned his fly, freeing him. His cock moved in the air as I did.. He had worn nothing under those tight jeans.

He kicked off his shoes and jeans in one swoop. I dropped to my knees to lick the pre cum that was slowly coming out. My tongue swirled over the head. My hands stroked him, moving to cup his sac as I took him in my mouth. Grabbing the back of my head, he started to move, fucking my face, not crudely, but slowly, making growling sounds as he moved.

He left my mouth, pulling me up until I leaned against the wall. Making his way down my body, licking and kissing my stomach and thighs as he did. He moved his hands everywhere, stroking and spreading my ass, opening me wide. His mouth moved to my clit, his tongue stroking and attacking me. My legs lost all strength as he held me up in his warm hands. I was unable to control myself. I pushed against his mouth. The sensations bombarded me as raw nerves reacted to every touch. I couldn’t help the protest that erupted from my mouth when he stopped and stood up, leaving me hanging.

Grabbing my hand, he led me into his bedroom. I only had time to see a huge bed before he picked me up as if I weighed nothing. He laid me on the bed and covered me with his hard body. His lips met mine, and I could taste myself as his tongue once again dueled mine. As we kissed, I rubbed my hands over his back and down to clutch his ass, trying to pull him inside me. I needed him NOW!

Thank whomever you like. His dick acted like it escort bayan zeytinburnu had a mind of its own. It slipped inside me, stretching me. Grabbing my hips he started to move. I dug my feet into the bed. I needed the support and balance to move in tandem with him. Those glorious feelings were returning. With every stroke he made, it pushed me closer to my edge. With a loud grunt he pulled out of me and stood up. I couldn’t believe that he stopped. I lay there for a moment, my whole body throbbing with want.

He pulled me off the bed and turned me around. Getting the message, I climbed back on the bed and onto my knees, offering myself to him. Rubbing the head of his dick on my clit for a moment, he then pushed deep into me, making me wince. There was a touch of pain. This was deeper than he had been in before. He stopped for a moment, letting me get used to it. Rubbing my ass, kneading it, he finally stroked slowly. Soft thrusts as his hands held my hips.

Unable to stop myself, I pushed back, wanting the movements. He started thrusting harder, making my breasts swing from the force. Leaning down on one arm, I let my breasts rub again the fabric of the bed, the friction adding to my pleasure. I used one hand to play with my clit as his thrusting became even harder. I rubbed furiously in time with him as he started to groan.

Seeing me touch myself, he whispered, “Oh yea, play with it baby.”

Like I needed any encouragement. I was close…so close. He suddenly gripped me hard enough to bruise and moved so fast he was almost a blur. Knowing the end was near, I rubbed even harder wanting to cum, needing to, and exploded. Unable to stop myself, and uncaring if anyone heard, I screamed; “Oh God…Oh God…”

Leaning down, he nipped the back of my neck. “No, not him, its all me,” he growled.

Moaning, and uttering words that were incoherent, he pushed deeply into me, holding me close as his own orgasm began. I could feel his dick jump as he shot into me. As soon as his hold relaxed and he pulled back, I collapsed face down on the bed.

The bed shifted as he crawled up beside me. Turning my head, I saw he looked as worn out as I felt. I gave him a sly grin, “That was the best pick up line I ever heard.”

“I had hoped it would work. It seemed the right thing to say.”

“You caught me in the right mood. But now, you have to take me back. I still have shopping to do.”

When I return to the store, no one noticed me and all seemed normal again. Wanting to make sure that I wasn’t too mussed, I looked into the reflection in the freezer door again. Looking closer, I could see that my shirt had writing on it.

“If you can smell my scent, I’m ready.”

Laughing to myself, I finally got what had happened. Scent indeed, I thought as I grabbed my ice cream and left.

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I’m laying in bed feeling your soft legs next to mine as you run them up and down me, the laptop resting between us as we find something naughty to watch. As the film plays I feel your breath quicken and become more shallow as the sounds of lovemaking fill the room.

A short time ago we were in the bath together. Feeling the hot water around us and looking at the candlelight dance across your naked body. We sat close together washing and caressing each other, playfully brushing against our sensitive spots almost teasing each other.

You whispered that you wanted to go to the bedroom and started to get out of the bath. As i stood up you grabbed my hips and pulled me towards you brushing your lips the tongue across my cock. It stood to attention and i moaned as you took me in your mouth and looked me in the eye.

‘Let’s go to the bedroom and watch something’ you whispered.

And now I’m here with you.

I can see your hand porno brushing over your breasts naked under the sheet and then slowly move down between your legs. You let out soft moans as the pace quickens and I feel your warm breath on my chest as you kiss me. Slowly your other hand traces its way down my chest, over my stomach and rests between my legs.

You trace your fingers around the base of me feeling the hair before gripping my cock eagerly and gasping. You feel my hardness in your hands and run your fingers up and down and use my precum to wet the head. Your playful, smiling and feeling bold.

As the pace of the film quickens again you quicken your pace and I cup your breast in my hand. I run it over your soft skin and feel your hard nipple between my fingers as I tease. You moan and raise yourself off the bed moving to your hand as I make my way over your soft stomach and feel the warmness between your legs. Aile İçi Porno

You take you hand that you have been using to tease yourself with and run it in front of my face letting me breath in your scent as I feel the heat coming off your pussy. I cup your mound and rub it then slowly run by fingers between your soft lips and feel the slickness and heat of your inviting pussy.

As the woman moans on the screen you moan in delight as I use your wet pussy to slick by finger and trace my way to your clit. I tease it and play with it as you arch your back quickening your pace on my hard cock. Faster and faster as you grind against my hand then suddenly climax as I hold your pussy.

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“I want you to fuck me hard” you moan at me.

I pull close into you and bury my hard, aching cock into your warm wet pussy as you groan and thrust deep, hard and fast. You place your legs up as I brace myself wanting to feel you wrapped around me as i run my cock in and out of you.

Your legs are soft and embrace me, pulling me in closer and closer wanting more of me. More of you never feels enough as I pin your arms down and hold myself deep inside of you and kiss you deeply before we turn over and you climb on top of me. I see your full breasts move with each thrust as your nipples harden from pleasure and the cold air.

I kiss you deeply and eagerly as I firmly grab your behind and thrust you on me wanting to be even deeper inside of you as I climax. I grab your hips and thrust as I cry out in ecstasy feeling my cock throb loads of cum deep inside your wet pussy and lay spent on the bed.

I roll over and bury my face deep in your breasts and breath in the scent of our lovemaking. I kiss you deeply and we whisper how much we love each other.

Thank you for last night.

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Debbie had spent the whole day pampering herself. After waking up late, she lazily shopped the stiles at the mall, choosing a tight top that showed off her ample cleavage and a new skirt that slid over her shapely ass. Expensive new 4 inch peep-toe heels completed the look. A 3 o’clock appointment at Clipz, her favorite salon, would make sure her hair and nails were perfect. She felt good, about as good as she knew she looked.

She hurried home to get dinner on the table for Tom. Tom would be home by 6, and he didn’t like to wait long to eat. She made sure not to splatter any of the spaghetti sauce, and was just plating the parmagian when she heard his truck pull into the drive. With one last quick look in the mirror, she went to the door to greet him.

Debbie opened the door for him, and took his coat. She pecked him lightly on the cheek. “Hi honey! How was your day?”

“Don’t even ask. What’s for dinner?” He grumbled, without really noticing her, heading for the table.

She flipped her hair over her shoulder. She followed behind him, the click click click of her heels beating a staccato in the hall.

Tom sat in his seat, eyes down, thumbing through the mail. Debbie made small talk at him, while she busied herself with the meal. Setting the steaming plate in front of him, careful to avoid the bills, Tom finally moved his eyes up. His gaze traveled the path from the nails, to her perfumed wrist, jumping to her small waist, to the swing of her large breasts. He looked at her red lips, and bold make-up, well styled hair- and his eyes were hard. She met his icy stare and swallowed.

“Going out?” He snarled.

Trying to keep her voice light, Debbie replied, “No, I just had a bit of a me-day. I thought you’d like it? I had my hair done at Clipz, you know how much I like the stylist there, and the top I found at…”

“I don’t care where you fucking found it, how the hell did you pay for it bitch!” he snapped, cutting her nervous ramble off.

Debbie blinked a few times and hung her head. After a tense minute, Tom slapped his palm on the table, making the plates and Debbie jump. “Answer me!” he shouted.

Quietly, more at the table than Tom, Debbie whispered, “I used the credit card.”

“Oh that’s just fucking great Deb. Fucking GREAT! You see these?” He yelled, shaking the bills at her. “Do you see these, you stupid bitch?! These are called bills. I work all fucking day, busting my ass, so I can come home to a wife who can’t even fucking cook- all dolled up like a fucking whore. If you spent half the time on my dinner as you did your fat ass, I might have a decent meal for a change!” At this Tom swept his arm across the table, and food and plates crashed to the floor.

“Tom, I, I, I’m sorry, I can take them back, let me go take them off, I’ll take them back, they weren’t that much, I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking.” Debbie stammered, as Tom pushed out of his seat and advanced on her.

“Damn right you weren’t fucking thinking- you couldn’t, you only got half a brain.” He grabbed her chin and forced her to look up at him. Tears glistened in her eyes. His hand swiftly moved into her hair and yanked at the back of her head. “How you gonna take this back huh? You paid the damn salon for this bullshit.”

Debbie swallowed and blinked, not sure what to say. She escort çapa tried to shake her head but Tom’s grip was too tight. He brought his mouth close to hers, and she felt the spit angrily fly from his mouth.

“You can’t can you, stupid bitch? Didn’t think of that, did you? Fucking whore. My wife is a fucking WHORE! Well you know what? I gotta pay for this goddamn shit, I’m gonna get my money’s worth. You wanna dress like a fucking whore? I’ll treat you like a whore then.” Tom grabbed Debbie by the arm and yanked her towards him. His fingers bit painfully into the soft flesh. She started to cry real tears then, protesting, trying to pull from his tight grasp. He pushed her ahead of him down the hall, into the bathroom, and flung her towards the shower. The high heels made her slip, and she twisted to her knees. He slammed the door behind him, and turned towards her.

“Oh that’s right, see? You are a whore, you know what you gotta do.” Tom towered over her, and Debbie cowered at the sight of him. He grabbed her by the hair again and directed her face towards his zipper. “Suck it.” was all he ordered. Fingers trembling, she undid the zipper and his raging cock jutted out. He was hard as stone and more than ready. A few drops of pre-cum had left a wet circle on his boxers. Gingerly she wet the large head. He had such a fat cock. Decent length, but very thick. She hated sucking it because it stretched the corners of her mouth and hurt. He knew this, but obviously did not care tonight. She tongued slowly the length, trying to buy some time. But she had none.

“C’mon, bitch! I want that fucking cock deep in your throat.” Debbie took the head into her mouth. It was so large she almost gagged with it just resting on her tongue. Suddenly, Tom grabbed her hair with two clenching fists and forced his cock as far as he could. It hit the back of her throat and she gagged. He pumped into her again, and again, shouting at her to open up. She gagged violently and couldn’t catch her breath, her eyes streamed tears, and she choked repeatedly. She began to see stars, but just then Tom pulled his cock from her throat. He gripped her by her arms and pulled her to her feet.

“Not so nice to be a whore, is it?” Tom demanded. “You just wait, I’m just getting started with you.” Debbie moaned at the thought, and pleaded with Tom. She had only done this all to look nice for him!

Tom moved his hands to her tits and twisted. She cast her eyes down, so as not to look in his face as he began to slap each breast. He wasn’t hurting her enough though, he wanted more. He pulled the shirt roughly over her head, smearing her mascara as he did. She gasped when he looked down at the dark streak.

“Shouldn’t of fucking done that.” He growled. “You are so fucking stupid. Guess there’s no returning that now huh?” Debbie could only whimper in reply. He dropped the top and grabbed her bra-straps. In one quick yank, he had flipped the bra down onto her belly and the straps down her arms, pinning them to her sides. He grabbed at her D’s, thumb and forefinger plucking at the nipples. His mouth found one, and his teeth cruelly bit down. Debbie couldn’t help but yelp. Tom pulled off and slapped her tit instead. Hard stinging slaps, one after another onto each breast. When Debbie tried istanbul eskort to pull away from him, he used the bra to pull her close to him. Mouth at her ear, he stuffed one hand into her skirt and found her panty-less.

“FUCKING WHORE!” he bellowed, his anger renewed, as he stuffed two thick fingers deep into her pussy. “You couldn’t even put any panties on, you wanted every man to smell you. You just couldn’t wait to get fucked. Dirty whore. You like this don’t you? Don’t you!? See, you’re so wet already.” His fingers worked inside of her, slick with her wetness. But he was hard and fast and his palm crushing her clit hurt. A third finger was too tight, but he forced it in, and she cried out against his shoulder.

“I paid for my whore, I’m gonna get what’s coming to me.” His voice full of contempt. He pulled his fingers from her pussy suddenly and brought them up to her face. He wiped them under her nose and across her lips, as she tried to wriggle free. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and turned her towards the wall this time, over the toilet. He kicked her legs apart and drove his cock to the hilt in one thrust. She screamed in surprise and pain, the fat head of his cock distending her pussy too fast. She was wet, but not ready for all of him, all at once. He gripped her hips and slid all the way out slowly, only to ram his cock balls deep inside her again. He pushed against her, grabbing her tits, his cock thumping inside her, too big, too deep, too much. Debbie sobbed and hung her head, her palms flat against the wall.

“That’s right, take it all. You know you want this fat cock. Dirty whore, couldn’t wait for me to fill you up.” He began to pump into her fast now, using her hips to pull her back onto him, driving the length of his shaft as far as he could go, as deep as he could go with every thrust. He paused to smack her ass. He liked the way her tits swung when he did, so he smacked her again, and again. She yelled with each whack, trying to catch her breath, choking on her sobs. He spread her ass cheeks wide and watched as his cock slammed in and out of her.

“Oh that’s right, you little whore, you can take all of that fat fucking cock, no problem, can’t you? You like it. You want it. Bad. Tell me how bad you need it. I can tell, you’re getting wetter. Feel that sloppy girl-cum? See how easy it is for this thick dick to just slide right in? Fucking cunt.”

Debbie was wet now. She was also sore. His cock drilled a tattoo into the very center of her frame, her tits were pulled and twisted by his rough fingers. “Please” she whispered hoarsely.

“Please? Please! I’ll fucking please you alright. You know what would have pleased me? To not have a wife who would put me in the fucking poor-house! Please.” He thrust into her one last time, and pulled out, with a wet squelching noise. His cock bobbed before him, but he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to upright. Her legs were weak from the bent position, but he only shuffled her sideways to the sink.

“Look at yourself! Don’t think you look so fucking hot now do you?” her eyes were rimmed with smudged mascara, and black streaks ran down to her chin. She was puffy from all the crying and her lips were bruising from the face fucking. A thin whitish crust had formed to one side of her nose, escort fatih the cum he had wiped there drying.

“I want you to watch this,” he snarled at their reflection. He reached up to the shelf and pulled down a small jar. He took out a large gob and smeared it on the tip of his cock. “If I have to pay for a fucking whore, I’m gonna get the one thing I’m always denied.” realizing what he was about to do, Debbie struggled in earnest. He wrapped one arm tight around her, and used the other to guide his cock between her ass crack.

“Please, no, please, no, Tom, please” she pleaded. Debbie knew his cock was too thick, they had tried anal before, but it was way too painful. She just couldn’t get past that big head! She was scared he would break her.

Tom grinned an evil grin and moved the tip of his cock against her puckered asshole. With a shove, half the head pressed into her backdoor. Debbie screamed again, and tried to pull out of Tom’s grasp. He held her tighter and thrust up again, this time forcing his head into her bowels. Debbie’s mouth opened in a silent “o” it hurt too much even to scream. Her eyes popped wide and a few sharp intakes of breath were the only sound to be heard. Then Tom began to move his cock again. Short little pumps inched his cock into her, wrenching her ass wide, too wide, as Debbie’s open mouthed barks echoed in the small room. Every move tore her apart. Everything hurt. Tom grabbed her hips once he had the full length of his member inside her, ordering her to hold onto the sink. She tried to hold herself up, but the pain was so intense and he was so deep. He slid in and out of her, grunting as he did. Tom forced her eyes back up to the mirror.

“See, you can take my cock in your ass. Dirty whore, you love it. Feels so fucking good. What a lovely tight little virgin ass. All. Fucking. Mine.” Debbie just wished him to cum. She was wet with her juices, her ass sticky from the lube Tom had used. A trickle of blood seeped down her thigh. She panted and moaned, hoping he must be close. Every tiny in or out of his cock achingly stretched her ass wider still, and her clit throbbed in time with his thrusts. He seemed to guess how wet she must be, and reached under clumsily to her soaked pussy, fumbling the tips of three fat fingers inside of her. Incredibly tight with his cock filling her ass and his fingers wriggling into her pussy- Debbie knew she must be a gaping mess.

Finally, after what seemed forever, Tom’s fingers bit into her hips and jerked her ass against him. His cock buried in her ass he came, great throbbing spurts. He pulsed inside her ass and fell against her, mashing her against the sink. His cock shrank and slipped out of her aching ass, plopping a slop of cum onto the tile. He stepped away from her and used the hand towel to wipe his face and dry off his cock. Debbie sank to her knees at the sink, covering her face with her hands, too drained to cry any longer. Tom finished with the towel and chucked it at her head, sniggering, “Clean yourself up- you’re a mess.” Before he opened the door and walked out of the bathroom.

The next morning, Debbie examined her body in the mirror before her shower. Her lips were still puffy, and a shadow ran near the corner of her mouth. Finger shaped bruises marked her arms, and light purple welts splotched her breasts and ass. Her pussy was tender to the touch, and her ass was painful with each step. She couldn’t make a single move without a reminder of last night. Debbie grabbed her cell and dialed a number she knew by heart. But as soon as she heard “Good Morning, this is Clipz, how can I help you?” Debbie smiled.

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She had been looking forward all week to Friday evening. Like a child waiting for Christmas Day, it never seemed to arrive. They had all originally planned to go on the trip to the Coast to visit Grandma and Granddad. They went at this time every year; it was what they did. It was part of the family tradition.

But Kate couldn’t go this time. John and the kids would have to go without her. They couldn’t just not go; so Kate had to stay at home all alone. She hadn’t been alone for probably 13, 14 years, since her student days; she could hardly remember being on her own for more than an hour or so. She had to put a brave face on things for the children’s sake. It wasn’t her fault she had got behind with her studies. If Kate failed her tests, she could be thrown out of college. Everyone agreed she had no choice – stay home or give up the idea of teaching. Two whole days would be enough to catch up as long as she stayed at home and put in the hours.

She helped with the packing and made them a food pack for the journey; John kept fussing like a hen that they had forgotten this and had she checked that? He had never been in charge for so long and wanted to be the boss man. It was only three hours’ drive away but it seemed as if they were going to South America on an expedition. At last they were all in the car and driving away; kisses, waves and last good-byes.

“I’ll call as soon as I get there – be good.” said John.

Kate smiled and nodded; inside she laughed – she had no intention of being good!

* * * * *

They had left at about four. Kate gave it an hour before she made her calls.

First to Simon, “I am studying tonight and need some help with the English paper. Would it be ok if I popped around just for an hour at around six.”

“No problem, my girl-friend is coming around at seven. We could work until then and then go out for dinner together. Could your husband join us?”

“Sorry, he’ll have to look after the kids. Another night you must come over and meet him. He’s heard a lot about you!” she lied. “Thanks Simon, but I’ll need to be back by eight. Perhaps a drink instead of dinner. You’re a pal. I’ll see you at six.”

Second to the hotel to sort that side of things out. Good, she thought. Now what shall I wear?

* * * * *

Simon was only five minutes’ walk away, so she had time to get ready. First a glass of wine and then she undressed. It was a warm summer’s evening and she was alone. A few sips and she began to relax. She took off her trainers, socks, top, sweat-pants, bra and undid her hair. Naked apart from her very sensible white underwear, she went into the study and put her papers together. English was her second favourite subject; (her favourite was Englishmen, but more of that later).

It was good to feel the cool breeze on her body as she wandered bare-footed round the house. Usually so noisy without a minute to herself, Kate enjoyed the late afternoon light; she glimpsed a sight of herself in the long mirror. Curiously, she stood in front of it and saw herself full length; not bad at all she thought. Blonde hair, pretty face with that sensual hungry look that had always seemed to get her more than her share of admirers. Slim, shapely body (all that exercise wasn’t so bad a thing after all). And nice breasts; not a 16 year-old’s, all perky and in your face, but a real woman’s breasts, still firm and alluring, large but not too large. And the nipples standing to attention. Now she was getting in the mood. Pity about all that studying ahead.

The only thing out of joint was the underwear. She looked like a school-teacher! Slipping those down over her hips and thighs, Kate felt the freedom of being naked. She was pleased she had shaven, apart from a small triangle to show she was a real blonde. Without the bush of hair John liked, she felt so free and cool down there. And she liked the look of it! It felt so much more sensitive; without the hair, she could see herself so much better. A little touch proved it. Her clitoris tingled with anticipation.

This is no good, Kate thought. I must get moving. She took a shower, washing all over and particularly between her legs. She wanted to be fresh; she used her favourite body spray and some perfume on her neck, breasts and inner thighs. She put on her skimpy silk white bra and panties and put a spare pair in her bag, along with her condoms. She wandered how many she would need and settled for six; who knows what the night might bring! Then a simple white cotton dress, knee length and close fitting enough to show off the shape of her body; buttons down the front. It was warm enough not to bother with tights or stockings. She brushed her hair, put on a simple pair of slip-ons and was ready. Answerphone on, keys, papers, bag – one last look and out the door.

What Kate didn’t know was that she would return a very different woman.

* * * * *

She enjoyed the walk to Simon’s. The early evening sunshine reflected on her mane of fair hair. Walking through the sex park, some lads admired the sway of her hips. One wolf-whistled; Kate would never normally think a whistle was directed at her but now she knew it was. She smiled directly at the boy, about 17 and really quite cute. He reddened, embarrassed now. Perhaps she would come this way again, when the fancy took her. Pity she knew the boy’s parents so well. His father had once made a drunken pass at her at a party.

She arrived on the dot of six. Simon was his usual flustered self; he was about twenty, good-looking in a boyish way. They were in the same class at college and worked in the same study group. He had once rubbed his leg against her, but she had pretended not to notice and nothing more had happened. Since then, she had felt the chemistry between them. She often thought about him awake at night, and sometimes when John was giving her his occasional attention in the bedroom.

“Thanks for agreeing to help, Simon. I just wanted to go through these tests with you.”

They sat on the large settee in Simon’s apartment; she often wondered how he afforded such a large place and such a swanky sports car. Daddy must be loaded.

He was wearing jeans, tight enough to judge that he was quite loaded too. A black shirt with the top buttons undone. She could see the hairs on his chest under the shirt.

It only took about ten minutes. She had all the answers.

“It’s me that needs the help. Not you.” Said Simon. “You’ll pass with honours at this rate”.

“Well, I have been putting a lot of extra work recently, to be sure I am ready in plenty of time. I want to be able to relax a bit before the exams.”

He got them each a cool beer and they began to chat. Yes his father was a wealthy attorney in New York. He was supposed to follow in his footsteps, but wanted to do something different. Both his brother and sister were now in the family firm. Teaching would never make him rich but money wasn’t everything.

“What about love” asked Kate. “Are you in love with Susan?”

“Too early to say. We’ve only been going out together a month or so.”

“Does she stay over?” Kate usually went straight to the point. As she asked the question, she placed her hand lightly on his knee.

Simon went red “No we haven’t done any thing like that.”

“Are you still a virgin?” As Kate leant back in the settee, her skirt slid over her knees. She knew that Simon would be able to see her panties. She took another sip of beer; she knew he had a good look and pretended not to notice. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

Simon was even redder now. “I’ve never done it, no. Everyone assumes I do. I think Susan is wondering when I’ll move in on her. We do kiss and cuddle.”

“Have you felt her here? ” Kate took his hand and placed it on her knee. Slowly she guided him up her inner thigh. She could see from his pants the effect this was having. She slid her panties to one side and let him feel inside. She could tell he had never felt a woman before; he was surprised at how wet it was.

“Have a taste. Better than beer?”

He licked his fingers and looked quizzical. “Strange taste. I could learn to enjoy it though.”

“Like beer, an acquired taste. And, like beer, there are many varieties. Or so I’m told.”

She leant back further and opened her legs. “Try some more.”

He smiled and went between her legs. She felt his tongue clumsily exploring the rim of her pussy; she stroked his hair and pushed him forward. His tongue found her sensitive spot. “Yes, there, Simon love.” She exploded almost immediately. It was as if the whole of the last week’s frustration came out in one explosive climax. Her legs shook, her stomach and thigh muscles contracted and the sensation of pure pleasure, mingled with pain, rocked her body. She screamed so loud the windows must have shaken.

“Jesus, fucking Christ”, she yelled. Kate never swore. “What are you doing to me!”

Simon had jumped back as if he had been stung. He thought he had caused her a great injury; to him, the squeal had been one of pain and agony. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”

“It’s ok, honey. If you do that to all the girls, you will have a long and very active sex life, Simon. Try it on Susan and you will be pleasantly surprised. You have a sensitive and sexy tongue.”

Now she wanted to give back some of the pleasure she had enjoyed. First she kissed him gently on the lips, unbuttoned the rest of his shirt and helped him take it off. He was in real good shape; she had forgotten how smooth a young man’s body could be.

“Let go into the bedroom,” She took his hand and lead him into the next room, a typically untidy, man’s room with a large double bed. She unzipped his pants and lowered them over his thighs. He was bulging out of his underwear.

“Take them off, Simon.” As he did, she unbuttoned her dress and removed her underwear and shoes. He struggled with his shoes and socks, all fingers and thumbs in his türk sikiş excitement. So she was ahead of him, lying naked on the bed admiring his body with a contented look on her face. He was a very big boy!!

Hard as a rock, he lay next to her, nervous of making the first move. “You’re beautiful”, he said.

“And you’re a dish”, she said, kissing him lightly on the lips. She rubbed her breasts against his hairy chest and ran her hand down his flat stomach feeling the strength of his muscles and then the length and firmness of his penis poking up to his belly button. She ran her mouth down him pacing little kisses as she went; he lay back and enjoyed the softness of Kate’s touch. She kissed the tip of his shaft and ran her tongue along it slowly, noticing it expand and redden. Then little kisses down the length and on each ball in turn. She moved around until her legs were around his head and invited him to explore her as she placed her lips around him and took him into her mouth.

She could feel his tongue kissing the insides of her thighs and then going up and beginning to taste her wetness again. Shivers ran through her body as she too tasted and enjoyed taking him deeper and deeper until his tip was in her throat. Then quickly, he groaned in ecstasy, came and spurted. The warm intriguing taste of his fluid in her throat and mouth was pure delight as she swallowed some and rolled the rest around her tongue.

She released him and kissed his penis gently, knowing how sensitive it could be now. He had given up licking and sucking her as he concentrated on his orgasm and she was happy with this. She kissed his lips again, french-kissing so that they each tasted both themselves and each other. They hugged and stayed in each other’s arms, sharing the warmth and tenderness of the moment.

“Simon, we had better get decent before Susan arrives. Whatever we have just done, darling, you are still a virgin and must save that for her, maybe even tonight.”

“That was wonderful, Kate, I will never forget it or you. But you are right, I will see what response Susan gives tonight.”

“Don’t worry, Simon. She’s dying for you to make a move. Just take it slowly and she will go all the way tonight, lucky girl!”

They dressed quickly, returned to the living room and were on their second beer when Susan arrived. She had been to the gym and was still sweating from her run across the park. “Do you mind if I take a shower. My clothes are in the bag I left earlier.”

“I had better leave you two lovebirds”. Said Kate with a smile and secret wink at Simon. “Have a lovely evening!” From the smile on both their faces, she knew they would!

* * * * *

Kate was very nervous by the time the taxi arrived at the hotel. On the way, she reflected on what this weekend was all about. She had met Steve over the Internet through one of the chat lines that have become so popular. He was a man who had just turned fifty. They seemed to hit it off from the start. Kate had tried several men and none had worked out; either they stopped writing or they had little in common. Most were only interested in talking about sex. Although Kate enjoyed that side of her chatting, she wanted to really get to know someone properly and to develop a trusting, loving relationship.

Steve seemed perfect. He was a divorcee with two teenage children living with his ex-wife. He had a good business and seemed to make enough money to live well and travel as much as he wanted. He was intelligent and understood Kate’s jokes. She often laughed out loud when she read his responses. The only worry was that she had pretended that she was single; she had had lovers but none had lead to marriage. Her last relationship had ended just before she started chatting to Steve. But that didn’t matter as they would never meet. Kate could not afford the time to travel to the UK and anyway she could hardly go there on her own.

All was fine until Steve wrote to say that he was coming to the States on business and could he come down to [ ] for a week-end? He would stay in a hotel; they could meet up and see if they still got on. No commitments either way. Great, but I have a husband and three children! She would have to make an excuse or come clean about the family.

Then she thought, why not? If he could come the weekend when they always went to the coast, she could find an excuse to stay home. They could meet as if she was single (she would not let him come to the house) and have some fun together if they hit it off. She didn’t know what Steve looked like; she had sent him a photo. He hadn’t been able to work the scanner, or so he claimed. He had certainly got much more personal when he had seen Kate’s picture and their correspondence had become increasingly sexual in nature.

Anyway it was too late to back out now. He had booked into the best hotel in the town and she was to meet him there at 8pm on Friday. He flew out on Sunday evening so they had two days, and nights, porno Türkçe altyazılı together.

It was Room 421, she remembered. Kate thought she would surprise him. She walked straight past the reception area and took the elevator to the fourth floor. She did it very quickly so that she didn’t have the time to get nervous. That was the only way, she thought. She knocked on the door.

He was a good-looking guy. He must have just taken a shower because all he was wearing was a bathrobe. Without speaking he grabbed Kate, pulled her into the room and kissed her full on the lips. I thought Englishmen were supposed to be reserved, she thought with a smile. His robe was on the floor now and his dick was up pressing against her stomach. He walked her to the bed and threw her on to it. He removed her shoes and unbuttoned her dress. She had no panties on so all that was left was her bra. He pulled that off her beasts and fondled them roughly. Then, hastily he put on a condom.

Pulling her legs apart, he got on top of her and moved into her. No foreplay, just straight in sex, fucking her until his eight inches was all the way in. Hard and fast like a dog on his bitch. She felt his weight and the pummelling of his penis inside her. It didn’t hurt but there was little pleasure for her. He came, grunting like a pig, and rolled off her.

She lay there in a daze. He spoke for the first time.

“That was great, honey. You’re quite a lady!”

“You’re American! You’re not Steve!”

“Who gives a fuck what my name is. I paid for it. $100 for 30 minutes. You may get a tip, depending what else I get. Mind you, you’re a bit old for this game aren’t you?”

Another knock on the door. The man put on his gown to open it, then looked puzzled. In came a black girl in a short tight skirt and with breasts to die for.

“Well Hi you’all.” In a deep Southern accent. “Are we having a party?”

It had all happened so fast that Kate was still lying on the bed naked with her legs apart. She quickly got under the bedspread and covered herself.

“No need for modesty, darling. Once you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all!” she said undressing as if she was part of the family. Even Kate could see that she had a wonderful figure; superb firm breasts and a lithe athletic body.

The man at last began to realise what had happened. But it didn’t stop him continuing as if it was all planned. “Sorry, honey. We started without you. Come and join in.”

Linda had to admit she was tempted! She hadn’t been with a woman since college days when she had tried every thing that was on offer, but never with a black girl. But maybe it wasn’t such a good idea, until the other woman lay on her stomach naked, smiled and poked out her tongue. “Want some, honey?”

It was too much for a girl to stand! She had lost interest in the man as he mounted the black girl from behind. That tongue was so, so tempting. But she resisted, got off the bed and began to dress.

“Wallets over there, spoil sport”. He muttered between grunts. “Take $100 if you think you were worth it and fuck off you bitch.” After that he ignored her and got about his business. From what Kate could see and hear, the black girl was enjoying her work too!!

* * * * *

Gathering up her belongings and trying to maintain her dignity as best she could, Kate left the room. She was late now. Should she try to find Steve’s room or go home and call him from there? Best to calm down first, she thought. She went to the ground floor, found the bathroom and freshened up. She needed to! She was sweating and her face was flushed with all the excitement.

But my, did she feel good!! Her body was tingling and she knew she was still wet; her pussy seemed to be saying “Hey, I was getting in the mood! What’s next?”” It was still before 8.30 the night was young and the week-end had only just begun..

She cleaned up in the cubicle and put her fresh panties on. Then she touched up her make-up and checked she looked good. She did too, as if she was just setting out for a hot date, which is really what she was doing. And she fancied another drink.

The bar was quiet, except for a couple of small groups and one man on his own; could that be Steve? Kate didn’t want any further embarrassment, she went to the bar and ordered a glass of white wine. She paid for it with one of the bills from earlier, there was a lot of change, even after the tip. The barmaid became friendly.

After a few minutes, “This sounds a strange question, but is that man over there English by any chance?”

“I don’t know. He has some kind of foreign accent. Do you know him? He’s on his third drink already; looks as if he’s just had some bad news.”

Certainly he man didn’t look too happy; he had though been looking at Kate curiously but then attractive women didn’t usually drink alone in hotel bars and he may have thought she was a prostitute. The second man today; Kate had to get a grip on her life!

It must be Steve – he was the right age after all. Oh what the hell, someone had to make the first move. Kate finished her drink and walked over to him.

“Steve?”

“Kate?”

“I’m so sorry. I got held up at college. Then I couldn’t get the car to start; had to take a taxi. I did call but they gave me the wrong room number.”

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