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Marie sat staring blankly at the monitor. It had been a life long dream of hers to visit Egypt. The ancient histories, the mysteries surrounding the legends of Pharos and Queens and of course the magnificent Pyramids have always been an enticement for her. Then her thoughts traveled over the many months of chat she had with her dear friend Adel. An Egyptian doctor, they met in a depression chat room, she had been feeling down that day and more then a little overwhelmed by her lack of sleep. She remembered smiling wondering if he truly was a doctor as his screen name suggested and approached him with caution. He assured her he was and in time she secretly quizzed his knowledge of all things medical until she felt secure that he was who he said he was. Pulling her mind out of the reverie she glanced back at the monitor and saw Adel’s soul piercing brown eyes staring right back at her, she felt a twinge of guilt. ‘I can always find a wi-fi connection when I land and email him,’ she thought to herself. With any luck his excitement at her proximity will over shadow any hurt he might feel at her not telling him of her plans.

She never thought it would be possible for her to visit Egypt let alone meet her Arabian Knight so she always securely tucked him away in the back of her mind as a hot fantasy. When she won the all expense paid trip her first thought was to make dream a reality. She cared less about her childhood dream and more about fulfilling the dream that nights of hot erotic talk had created, but fear seized her and she boarded the plane with out telling him she was coming.

The fasten seatbelt sign dinged indicating final approach. Marie put her laptop safely under the seat in front of her and prepared for landing. She sat back in her seat and closed her eyes trying to calm the mixture of uncertainty excitement and dread that rolled through her nerves. Her eyes popped open with terror when she heard the explosion. Screams of horror filled her ears as she strained to figure out what had happen. The stewards were running up and down the aisle trying to calm the passengers but the fear reflected on their own faces. The nose of the plane dove down as the pilot lost altitude, looking out the window she could see the smoke and flames from the wing. Rather then fearing death Marie felt a great sadness. She would never have the opportunity to hold Adel in her arms. The last thing she saw in her mind was his magnificent eyes so deeply chocolate and heart melting, she whimpered his name as darkness over took her; the plane crashed into the runway.

Adel was just getting ready to leave the hospital when the call came in. A plane had crashed there were several casualties and even more injuries. They needed all available personnel to stay. Trauma was not Adel’s field of expertise but orthopedic surgery was. Considering the magnitude of the crash there was bound to be more then a few broken bones to mend.

As he expected, 30hrs had brought him many fractured and shattered limbs, a couple of broken vertebra and a crushed pelvis. This was just the bone injuries. The crash had been devastating and the final total still unknown. Adel went to the lounge to crash when his pager went off yet again. Grabbing a quick cup of coffee to fight the fatigue that was setting in, he went to the ICU to respond to the latest page.

Adel entered the room indicated on his page to see a beautiful woman that looked remarkably similar to his Marie. Fatigue must be playing tricks on my mind; he thought to himself, Marie is safe in America. He looked at the chart for his Jane Doe but none of her injuries required his services. It was obvious she had deep wounds in her thigh and abdomen that would require daily care and several first degree burns on her back, she otherwise seemed to be in good health. “One of the lucky ones,” he surmised, however the dread in his gut would not go away. He stared at her chestnut hair frazzled and singed from the fire but still as beautiful as the woman he came to care for so deeply. Her white skin look even paler after her heroin ordeal but it was still the same porcelain shade he had spent many nights staring at on his monitor. The lips split open with a small blister to the side appeared to be the same small thin mouth that his Marie teased him with frequently. His body was screaming in response to this helpless creature. The soft curves of her full body splayed nearly naked in front of him caused his cock to take notice.

Shaking his head, he left the room. “It is just not possible,” he muttered to himself, “she just looks like her that is all. I will go home and find my princess waiting for me with her favorite toys to drive me to a heated frenzy.” He walked over to the nurses’ station to inquire about the page he received “This patient does not require an orthopedic consult. Why have you paged me?”

“She was calling out a name in her sleep. At first, we could not make it out but then it sounded like Adel. We were searching for identification in her pockets hoping urfa escort by chance she had held onto her passport, but no such luck. We found a photo of a young man.” The nurse looked at him unsure, “it’s you,” she said handing him the photo.

Adel stood their speechless. He held onto a picture of him sitting among satin pillows. The backdrop was of Egyptian pyramids. His skin oiled he only wore sandals and a white towel. His pose among the pillows was very erotic. The picture had been a birthday present for Marie meant only for her eyes. Adel’s eyes got wide in horror; this could only mean one thing his Marie was laying helpless in that bed.

“Doctor who is she? Whom should we notify for treatment? Doctor? Doctor? You ok?” The nurse called after him as he absently walked back into the room. He sat down next to her bed and wept. How had this happen? How had he not known she was coming? Why was she on that plane? A million questions flew through his brain and not a single answer.

Anger and fear over took Adel’s rational mind. He got up and flew back out to the nurses’ station. “I want a full work up, blood, body scan, x-rays, any and all tests we are capable of in this hospital and I want them all done NOW,” he demanded as he began to pace back and forth like a caged animal. His body tensed up, he clenched his fist, gritted his teeth and let out a low growl that escalated into a feral cry of anguish. He stormed off to his office in search of solitude.

Sitting behind his desk, Adel turned on the computer. Apart of him hoped that Marie would be waiting for him on messenger. He wanted this all to be some cosmic joke and that his Marie was safe and sitting behind her computer patiently waiting for him to get off work. His heart sunk into his chest when not only did he not find her online but also there was no message from her in his inbox. His fatigue-ridden body gave out and he fell asleep at his desk.

A knock at his door startled him awake, “Come in,” he mumbled.

Dr. Siddiqui came in worry lines creasing his aging face, “You have the ICU nurses all in a tizzy. What has come over you? Since when do we run useless tests?” Sighing he continued, “This Jane Doe has already had all the tests done that she needs. If you had bothered to read her chart, you would have known that. She was distraught and calling out in her sleep. I gave her medication so she could sleep peacefully and heal. Again you would have known that had you just read her chart.”

“I did read her chart before… before I knew who she was,” Adel replied looking away. “You are right I behaved foolishly and with out cause. Please all I ask is that you keep me well informed of her condition. I want you to notify me the moment she wakes up. I realize this is not my case but please this is personal.”

“You know this young lady?” Dr. Siddiqui raised his eyebrow in surprise.

“She was once but a dream to me and some how Allah has seen fit to drop her from the sky and leave her battered and torn at my feet. Her name is Marie. Marie Van-Heusen. Please just let me know of any changes. I promise to stay out of the way and not interfere in her care.”

Dr Siddiqui looked at his young colleague. He couldn’t help but see the deep sorrow in his eyes. This young woman obviously meant a great deal to him. “Allah has spared her my friend. She is a bit broken up but nothing that will not mend in time. She will need a lot of strength to endure the pain. Some how I think she will find this from you. Support her, stay by her side and remember she is a gift from the heavens.” With that, Dr. Siddiqui left Adel’s office.

Twenty minutes later Adel was sitting by Marie’s side watching her sleep peacefully. Despite her injuries, he thought Marie was more beautiful in person. To him she was a breath taking vision of beauty. Her large mass only increased his desire for her. Who ever said thin was beautiful had never met this woman.

“Dr. Adel,” a nurse interrupted his thoughts, “the airline has sent over the flight manifest with the names assigned to each seat. It also includes emergency contact information for each passenger. The airline would like us to indicate which passengers we have in our care and their condition. They also encourage us to call the families if we need more medical information to aide in treatment. They did say they would call each family personally as soon as we got them the information they needed to tell the families. You need to go through and find your patients names and add them to their charts. Dr. Siddiqui also asked that you contact Marie’s family since you know the patient.”

“Adding a name to charts is not my job or responsibility, I will be more then happy to give the airline limited information on each passenger, however it breaks confidentiality to list for them all the injuries. The families will have to contact us to find out the condition of their loved ones. Please give me the number for Marie’s family. I will make this call priority. sivas escort Her beautiful daughter needs to know her mother will be fine. That poor child has had enough misfortune in her young life.” Adel took the number from the nurse and returned to his office. He has had to make many difficult calls as a doctor but none more heart wrenching than the call he was about to make.

His hand shook as he dialed the over seas number. Taking a few deep breaths, he tried to calm himself while the phone rang.

“Hello,” said the sleepy female voice on the other end. It must be the middle of the night over their Adel thought to himself. He had lost all track of day and time since the plane crash.

“Hello, my name is Dr. Adel. I am a doctor at Cairo Hospital. Please do not get upset, Bethany will need you to remain strong. There was a plane crash and Marie was injured. She will be fine her injuries are not life threatening.” Adel tumbled all the information out before he could let the poor woman speak. He feared that if he did not get it all out quickly his own emotions would take over. How could he expect her to remain calm if he was upset himself?

“W what are you talking about? Wait, how did you know my granddaughter’s name? Is this some sort of joke?” The confusion and disbelief in her voice was slowly turning to anger.

“Mrs. Van-Heusen, I assure you this is no joke. I would never joke about something as serious as Marie’s health. I know Bethany’s name because Marie has told me about her. She adores that little girl and I don’t want her unduly upset her when her mother is going to be fine. Please, I understand how upsetting this all must be. If you need to come to her then I can arrange for you and your family to stay at my place while Marie recovers. She will not be fit for travel for some time yet.” Adel sighed and tried to rub the tension out of his neck while he tried to calm Marie’s mother. He himself was not feeling very calm now.

“You just said she was fine, that she told you about Bethany, how could she not be fit for travel? I want to speak to my daughter right now.”

This was not going as well as he hoped it would, and now it was about to get worse. “I am sorry you cannot speak with her at the moment. She is in a drug-induced coma to help her remain calm and heal. She was very distraught when they brought her in. Even in her unconscious state, she was mumbling and combative. Her injuries are not life threatening as I mentioned before. A few first-degree burns and some rather deep gashes in her leg and abdomen, they will be packed and clean daily so the wound heals from the inside out to minimize infection,” taking a deep breath Adel decides to come clean with Marie’s mother. “I know Bethany’s name, not because she told me here in the hospital, but because she speaks of her frequently when we chat online. I know you knew nothing of me nor does Bethany, Marie just needed an escape and she found it in chatting with me. For the life of me, I cannot figure out how I didn’t know she was going to be on that plane. I don’t suppose you know why she was coming to Egypt.”

“She won an all expense paid trip. She was going to be in Egypt for two weeks. It was a life long dream of hers; she was so excited but a bit confused and almost sad. I assumed it was because she had never left Bethany for that long of a period before. I had no idea it was over a man. I want to come to my daughter but I do not have a passport for Bethany nor can I get one with out Marie. There is nobody that can care for Bethany in my absence, so I am afraid I cannot come sit with my daughter. Will you please keep me updated daily on her condition?”

“I will personally call you when ever there is any change. Based on her injuries Marie will be released from the hospital before she is clear for travel. I will arrange for her to stay with me and I will tend to her injuries personally. I promise she will be taken care of well. Please do not let Bethany know there is trouble. She needs to believe her mother is here on vacation. I will have souvenirs bought so that Marie may still bring them home for her. If there is anything you need please do not hesitate to contact me and ask.” Adel could not help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of Marie staying at his place while she recovers.

“Thank you Dr. Adel, goodbye”

There is a knock at the door as Adel hung up the phone. “Doctor Marie is awake, Dr. Siddiqui sent me to get you.”

Adel leaped up and ran through the halls to Marie’s room. He stood in the doorway watching her for a moment. She looked lost, confused and sad.

“Please nurse, I need a computer, I need to send an email. He doesn’t know I am here. I have nobody my family is in the U.S. Please you don’t understand he won’t know to look for me if I don’t tell him.” Tears started to spill down her cherub face.

“I am sorry miss we do not have computers that the patients can access. It will just have to wait. If you give tekirdağ escort me this gentleman’s phone number I will be happy to call him for you.” The nurse was firm but polite.

“I… I don’t have his number, I never had need for it before now,” Marie began to sob.

Adel knew it was him she wanted to contact and he couldn’t let her suffer any longer. Walking into the room, he looked at Marie but spoke to the nurse. “Nurse, go to my office and get my laptop, let this woman contact her friend. She needs to have peace of mind if she is to heal,” Adel said with a huge grin on his face as Marie stared at him in disbelief.

“Adel, how… how did you know I was here? Oh, my God I am so sorry, I should have told you I was coming. I should have emailed you or something. You must hate me for finding out this way. I am so sorry.” Marie began to sob into her hands

Adel sat on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms. “Sshh, Marie there will be none of that. You have no reason to be upset. You are here and you are safe, for me nothing else matters.” Adel held her until her sobs subsided.

“I do not understand, how did you find out I was here?” Marie looked into Adel’s chocolate pools with her own sky blue orbs.

“You were calling a name in your sleep and when they searched for identification they found the picture you had of me in your pocket. They realized I was the one you were calling, so they paged me to your room. I have been monitoring you ever since.” Adel leaned forward and kissed Marie on the forehead. “You were lucky many did not survive the crash and of those that did they had extensive injuries. Allah spared you, my angel.”

“The airline will notify my family, my mother must be worried sick. I have got to call her.” Panic creased her bruised face again. The pain caused Marie to whence.

“Now I see why you are so stressed all the time. You need to rest. I have already called and spoken with your mother. She only wishes her daughter to get well and return home safely and in one piece. This I have promised her I will make my personal goal. I will brief her on any and all changes in your condition as needed the only thing you must do is get better. I have even promised souvenirs for Bethany upon your return. Now are there any other troubling thoughts in your pretty little head?” Adel began to examine his love while he spoke to her. Hoping to keep her distracted while, he looked at her wound.

“Yeah, out of all the hospitals in Cairo how did I end up in yours? If my trip to Egypt is to be spent in a hospital then how am I going to get pictures and souvenirs for Bethany? OUCH! What in the hell are you doing that fucken hurts.” Marie looked down to see Adel pulling something out of her leg.

“I am sorry darling but the packing needs to be changed regularly to prevent infection. Sometimes it sticks to the tissue and causes pain during removal. I am trying to be as gentle as I can. Please do not look; I fear the sight is not very pretty.” Adel said very apologetically as he continued to clean the gash in her leg. Sadness crossed his face,” I have another on to tend to on your abdomen when I am through with your thigh. I am sorry if any of these causes you discomfort.”

“If it must be done, then it must be done. It does not mean I have to enjoy it. The only thing remotely enjoyable about it is the fact that you are the one here doing it. I get to stare at your handsome face and get lost in those eyes I have adored for the last year.” Marie sighed and then continued, “Adel, I didn’t tell you I was coming because I was scared. I was scared that if I saw you that I would never want to leave. I wasn’t sure I could handle such a disappointment. I also feared that as much as you seem to enjoy me on the internet that you wouldn’t enjoy me in person. That for you this was nothing more then a fantasy you wished not to make reality. I decided not to risk the magic we have online by clouding it with tangibility.”

Adel growled and he leaned close to her ear. “You have no idea how beautiful you are to me. If it were not for the fact that you were injured I would make love to you right here and now. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to devour your body. Your body is weak and needs all of its strength to heal, but I promise you the moment it is safe I will make you mine. Forget about what may or may not come of this. If this crash has taught either of us anything, it is, live for the now.”

Marie gasped as she felt him caress her breasts and nibble at her ear as he muttered these sweet things to her. She whimpered in disappointment when he stopped to tend to the wound on her abdomen. “That was cruel. How can you torture a helpless woman like that and return to your task leaving me hot and aching.” She squirmed in the bed parting her thighs feeling the familiar throbbing from arousal.

“I can smell your arousal; you are driving me into a heated frenzy. I fear my trousers shall be too tight to leave your room.” Taking his ungloved hand, he runs it up and down the length of her pussy lips, being careful not to insert his fingers. He brings his hand up to his nose and sniffs. “You truly are very wet my dear. You smell divine. Good enough to eat.” He punctuates his comment by licking her juices from his fingers.

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Chapter One

“Once you get inside me, don’t pull away.” Sheila commanded to her friend. She wasn’t a virgin, and knew it very well. She wasn’t too young either, twenty nine going on thirty, too damn soon. But she had wanted to have a child of her own since she was old enough to have one. Then a tragic death stole her boyfriend’s life away and she had gotten stuck on what could have been.

The last thing she remembered him saying was his reinforced believe on how he didn’t want to have kids. I’m too young to have kids, Chris had said. Let’s enjoy the sex for what it is, that’s the most fulfilling freedom we can always have, Chris always used the same excuse.

Had she waited too long to please him, thinking she might’ve convinced him otherwise?

One thing was certain, now she was free to think for herself, sexual liberties weren’t in her to do list. Now that she’d decided to act on her desire, her friend would have to do. After a year of mourning and of abstinence, she’d managed to get closer to Mike. They’d been sleeping together for a few months now.

Lying naked on her bed now, sweet Mickey was more confused than the nights he tried to cheer her up while she was still mourning for her lost love. Those nights when she would burst out crying after they’d had sex.

“Not everything is lost, Sheila,” he’d said.

Not if I lose you too, she’d thought.

They’d just made love and somehow it didn’t seem enough.

“Sheila, I’m not sure if I can keep doing this,” he said, keeping her at arm’s length. “You’ve always brought me in as the third wheel in all your previous relationships, and I’m sorry Chris died, but nothing will bring him back.”

Third wheel? She’d never thought of him like that. Despite her games of giving him high hopes for a future together, she’d wanted him there. And he’d been there through her pains and joys.

“I know he’s not coming back, but you’re still here.”

She knew Chris couldn’t come back. She missed him terribly everyday. Honoring her love for him regardless if another guy would fill his place, was all she could do, but only if the new person in her life wasn’t a stranger. Even adana escort though her mind was made up, she didn’t want to sleep with a stranger, she wanted to be with someone who knew her.

“Correction, you had always felt like a third wheel.” She jumped on the bed. “But you don’t have to fight for my attention anymore. Besides, I already helped you undress and you didn’t protest.”

Sheila kissed his chest and he smiled at her.

“So, you want to have sex with me again to prove me something?”

“There’s nothing to prove.” Sheila slapped him softly.

“But you have a reason for it.”

“You used a condom. No more condoms!” she commanded.

She traced her wet, slick tongue down his chest and wondered how much he wanted her. They were already friends, so what was the big deal?

Then, after all was said and done, she still wanted a baby. “If I masturbate in front of you, will it change your mind?”

His eyes sparkled as a sexy smirk appeared on his face. She didn’t want to be questioned about her decisions, daring or not. She rolled over onto her back and traced a path down her body to her womanhood. There she struck the fleshy, sensitive nub, driving her senseless as her thoughts started melting into accepting the wave of pleasure coming to her body in a splash of wetness.

Mike moved her hand and replaced it with his. It seemed he had no more questions for her.

She let him, putting her hand on his hair and brushing it from his face. They held each other’s glance for a few moments before she admitted, a bit teary, “I always wanted a baby, but maybe it’s too late for that now-”

“Shhh…” He hushed her with a kiss. “I always wanted to be a father. Is it too late for me?”

“No,” she said, wondering if he wanted it as much as her. Mike’s relationships had never lasted long enough to be “baby” serious. He seemed to be the guy who ran away from commitment rather than embrace it. Yet he was always there for her, and it’d always been a serious friendship between them. Their relationship hadn’t come down to sex until they’d both agreed they wanted the same thing from each other.

Mike held her close as he moved on top of her, kissing her cheek with tender care.

“It’s not too late for you then.” He spoke softly. ankara escort “You just don’t want the father to be a stranger.”

She nodded, finally relieved to see there was one man alive who knew her, sometimes more than herself; Mike. His support meant more to her that anything in this world. What she didn’t voice, he could sense.

“I’ll be the father of your firstborn, soon” he said. “I promise.”

She let out a gasp when he brushed a kiss on her bare womanhood. She held him in place and watched as he sucked her with delight.

She quivered beneath him knowing that despite her wanting the baby now, it was something they both needed to be ready for financially.

“So…sweetheart. How soon do you want this baby in your lovely arms?”

“Soon,” she whispered. “I’ll let you know.”

* * * *

When Mike left for work, with promises of coming back for her and her things, while blurting out between kisses how much he loved her, she couldn’t help smile. Kissing him back had been the sweetest thing she’d ever experienced. Why had it taken her this long to be with him?

Sheila didn’t want to let him go.

“Is it all right if I join you at your apartment instead?”

“Sure babe, anytime.” He wriggled his nose against hers and handed his spare key to her.

“Mike.” She laughed.

“I’ve never seen you this happy, Sheila.” He hugged her for a long time and she couldn’t help embracing him further in her arms.

Her hands immediately went to his black short hair and played with it. She loved the softness of his cheek against hers and his cologne drove her senses wild.

Kissing him on the cheek, she released him from her grasp. “You’re going to be late for work Mr. Chance.”

“You’re right! I should get to work; for our upcoming baby, for us.”

Sweet Mickey left her surrounded in laughter as he let himself out the door. His promise for their future baby excited her the most. He gave her hope.

Getting up from the bed, Sheila walked to the bathroom, feeling as if she were floating on air. She leaned in and started the shower and after checking the temperature, stepped under the steamy spray. As the water cascaded down her body, she closed her eyes and imagined herself dancing in the rain with Mike. adıyaman escort A happy tune escaped her lips which were curved into a broad smile. As she continued humming, she marveled at the joy a baby would bring both her and Mike.

“Just a minute!” she called out when she heard the doorbell ring.

“Sheila!” a female voice called her from the door. Good, Mrs. Downy. Just in time to let her know I’m moving out of the apartment.

Once dressed in her khaki shorts and green blouse, she combed her black hair into a ponytail and Sheila made her way to the door.

“Mrs. Downy come on in.”

The elder woman smiled warmly at Sheila. Mrs. Downy was a widow and the best landlord she’d ever come across. Despite disagreeing with Sheila’s lifestyle choices, she always had been a dear. Mrs. Downy was the best candidate for a friend. Sheila appreciated the fact the elder gave her advice only when asked for. Age didn’t matter; they both knew it, and their landlord/tenant relationship never suffered.

“I see you’re doing well, Sheila.” She looked at her again. “I knew you’d be smiling again sooner than later.”

“Thank you, Mrs. Downy. I really owe it to Sweet Mickey. Please sit down.”

Mrs. Downy took a seat on the sofa after Sheila had asked if she wanted some tea or coffee. When Mrs. Downy politely declined, Shelia joined her on the sofa.

“I saw Mike when he was leaving and he’s such a nice guy.” Mrs. Downy played with her skirt. “He really does take care of you.”

“Yes, he’ll be a great father someday.” She beamed while imagining a baby coming up to her and climbing onto her lap.

“You too my dear, now we just have to find you a nice young man to settle down with.”

She couldn’t believe her landlord hadn’t noticed. Maybe she still thought about Mickey as only friend material. She shook her head, wasn’t it obvious they were together?

“Mrs. Downy, I’m afraid I have to tell you I’ll be leaving this apartment to go live with Mike.”

“Sweetheart, he is a great friend. I wish I had a friend like that, well more of a female friend, when my Harvey died.”

What was it with moving to his apartment that didn’t make it any clearer to her landlord? Weren’t they compatible? Maybe she hadn’t made it clear enough.

“Lisa.” Sheila addressed her landlord by her first name. “Mike and I are more than friends now. I’m going to live at his apartment for good.”

“Oh!” The old lady said. “You’ll make a great couple.”

Sheila thought she heard her landlord say the right words, but somehow her words didn’t sound believable.

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This story took place four years ago, right after I graduated from high school. It was Memorial Day weekend and my family was staying at our beach house in the Florida panhandle. We had brought along my best friend and next door neighbor from Atlanta, Joel. My name is Alison, but everyone calls me Ally.

At the time of this story, I was eighteen years old. I was not what you would call a beautiful girl, never one to fit in with the “in” crowd. Don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t ugly. It’s just that I never went in for all the make-up and latest fashions and such. As today, I was 5′ 5″ tall and 115 pounds. I still have long curly brown hair and brown eyes. Oh, and one more thing, I was a virgin then. That’s right, an eighteen year old female virgin, how scandalous. But, then again, I never had time for all the mind games that went on in high school, preferring to spend my time studying. As such, I had a superior grade point average and a scholarship to a very good college.

As I said earlier, Joel was and still is, my best friend from childhood. Ever since we met as five year olds, we had been inseparable. Therefore, it was not uncommon for him to join us when we went on vacation. He had grown to an impressive six feet tall and 180 pounds of male hunk, although I never really noticed that aspect until this vacation. But I get ahead of myself.

We had arrived at the beach house around five o’clock. After unloading the car, Joel and I headed down to the beach. A storm was brewing and the beach was deserted, at least so we thought. We walked along the beach talking about nothing at all, the waves lapping at our ankles.

We were rounding a large sand dune when a noise caused us to stop in our tracks. A low moan was coming from just the other side of the dune. Joel and I looked at each other with quizzical looks and peered around the dune. Just on the other side, a couple was lying down on a large beach towel. Or rather, the young man was lying down. The young woman was kneeling between his knees.

I stood mesmerized. She was putting his penis in her mouth! I didn’t know what to do. Should I turn and run away, should I yell at them to stop? I barely breathed as I watched the spectacle. Her head slowly bobbed up and down as moans continued to emanate from the young man’s mouth.

I chanced a quick glance at Joel and saw that he was transfixed also. My eyes were drawn back to the couple. His breathing was becoming irregular, he was gasping for breath. I thought he was going to have a heart attack!. Her head bobbed faster and her hand pumped his penis more vigorously.

Suddenly, his whole body went rigid, his hips rising off the ground. A loud “Arrggh!!” broke from his mouth. I saw her cheeks swell as her hand continued to pump. A thin string of milky white liquid escaped from the corner of her mouth and rand down the side of his penis and over her knuckles.

It seemed like forever before his hips settled back to earth and he began to breathe again. She continued to bob her head and pump his penis with her hand until it shrank down to it’s softened state. She gave it one more light kiss at the tip before sitting back on her heals. She raised her knuckles to her lips and licked off the white goo that had covered them. Then she smiled at her boyfriend and leaned down to kiss him.

While they were kissing, we backed away from the dune and made our way back to the house, not saying a word. I did notice that Joel had quite a large bulge in the front of his shorts. I had a strange tingling between my legs too.

We got back to the house and Mom and Dad were in the kitchen making dinner. I hollered at them that we were back and would be in the TV room. The said dinner would be about an hour and to have fun.

We sat down on the couch, each in their own corner, facing each other. I looked at him questioningly. He just sheepishly looked ant his feet. Finally, I could stand it no longer, “What were they doing?”

He looked up at me, his face as red as a beet. He kind of stammered a bit, but managed to blurt out, “I believe that we just witnessed a blow job.”

“A blow job? Wow, that sure was something!”

About that time, he finally looked at my face. I must have been flushed, I know my breathing was erratic. “It excited you, didn’t it, Ally?”

“Well, you sure seemed to like it, too” I exclaimed.

He blushed further, “Yeah, I guess I did.”

“Have you ever….” My voice trailed off.

“Have I ever gotten one before?”

I nodded.

“No. Never been that lucky. How about you? Have you ever, uhm, given one?”

I glanced down at his shorts and noticed the bulge was back, big time! He saw where my glance was directed. Our eyes met and I could scarcely breathe. We sat like that for what seemed like forever. The spell was broken by my Mom hollering from the kitchen, “Kids! Dinners ready.”

I blinked my eyes and jumped up from the couch. “Coming Mom.” Joel got up too and stood over me. Our eyes were still locked together. I felt the distance between us shrinking. Suddenly, his lips van escort were on mine and out tongues began to duel in my mouth. I felt his hands gripping my ass and pulling me into his hardness. I involuntarily ground my mound into him. A low moan escaped my lips.

Finally, he pulled away. “We had better get in there.”

I nodded and went into the kitchen. Joel followed behind me and we had an uneventful, if somewhat more quiet than usual, dinner. At one point, Mom looked quizzically at me and asked, “Is there anything wrong, sweety?”

“No Mom, I guess I’m just tired from the trip and all.”

Mom nodded knowingly, “Ok, hon, don’t worry about the dishes tonight. I’ll get them. You go on up to bed after dinner if you like.”

“Ok, Mom, I think I will. Thanks.”

We finished our meal in silence. After dinner, I did help with the dishes. But, as soon as they were done, I begged off to bed. Mom kissed me on the forehead and Dad patted me on the back as I went upstairs.

Joel remained downstairs with my parents while I changed into my night clothes. Basically, I just put on a light flannel shirt over my panties and crawled into bed.

For most of the night I tossed and turned trying to get to sleep. When I did drift off, I had fitful dreams of large cocks, dripping white goo. When I awoke the next morning, the sun was just coming up. It wasn’t even six o’clock yet! I felt as if I hadn’t even slept a wink.

Cursing, I threw the covers back and crawled from my bed. I grabbed my bathroom kit and headed for the bathroom. Maybe a hot shower would relax me. I turned on the shower and slipped the shirt and panties off. For a brief moment, I studied my reflection in the mirror. Not bad, I concluded. Nice firm tits, a little small at 34 B, but firm nonetheless. Slim waist. Turning around I admired my firm ass. Why won’t guys come on to me? Sighing. Their loss.

I climbed into the shower. The water hit me hard in the chest. Damn, my nipples hadn’t subsided all night. They were hard buds, protruding from my chest. They were almost painful. The throbbing between my legs hadn’t subsided either.

I ducked my head under the spray and commenced to lather my hair up. Twenty minutes later, I was toweling off. I wrapped the towel around my wet hair and slipped back into the flannel shirt. I picked up my panties and opened the door.

Joel was standing outside leaning against the doorjam. I almost ran into him. Stammering an apology, I jumped back. He was staring at my panties in my hand. Blushing, I ducked under his arm and ran to my room. I also realized that my shirt was flapping up, exposing my naked ass to his view.

I put on a bikini and a beach coverup, intending to spend some time on the beach that day. I bounded down the stairs, hearing the shower in the bathroom as I went by. Knowing Joel was in there, probable naked by now. I struggled to erase the image from my mind.

Mom and Dad were in the kitchen, getting ready to go to Panama City to shop. It was about an hour drive and they would be gone most of the day. A few minutes later, they were gone and I was standing at the kitchen sink, staring out the window at the beach. It was going to be a beautiful day.

Hearing a noise behind me, I whirled about to see Joel standing in the doorway. He had on a pair of cutoffs and was bare chested. I never noticed how muscular his chest was before. “Good morning.” he offered.

“Mornin’.” I mumbled.

“Ally, we need to talk.” He sounded like a hurt puppy.

“What about, Joel?”

“About last night. You know, everything.”

“What about last night?” I wasn’t letting him off easy, was I?

“You know, what we saw, what we did.”

“All we did was kiss. We’ve kissed before. No big deal.”

“Yes, big deal. Sure, we’ve kissed, but only pecks. Last night was a real kiss, with real emotion and passion.”

I realized my breathing had become erratic once again. The throbbing between my legs more pronounced. “Joel, I think we just got carried away from what we…..saw.”

“Yes, and you still haven’t answered my question from last night.”

“Which question was that?”

“You know, have you ever…uh…given one?”

“You mean a blow job? Noooo!”

“Would you like to?” He was almost pleading, I realized.

“What do you mean?” “Would you like to give a blow job? Yes or no? I saw how excited you had become. Hell, I’ll bet you’re excited as hell right now!”

Before I could answer, he strode across the room and swept me into his arms. His lips crushed to mine hard as his tongue began to explore my mouth. I couldn’t help myself as my body responded to his assault. I ground my mound hard against his leg and moaned softly.

He broke the kiss and his lips whispered hotly into my ear. “Ally, I’ve wanted you for so long! Last night just made me realize that you might have feelings for me too.”

I pushed myself from his arms and stood back. The look on his face told me he was crestfallen. It changed when he watched me slip the coverup yalova escort from my shoulders and reach behind to untie my top. His eyes grew large as saucers as my tits came into his view for the first time. I hooked my thumbs into the bottoms and dropped them to the floor.

I stood there before him, naked, with my hands on my hips. Finally, I said, “Well, what about you?”

Frantically, he popped the snap on his shorts and dropped them to the floor. His sizable penis sprang up to almost slap his belly. It was so hard it looked like it hurt. He was panting as he reached for me. I danced away playfully. I had the sudden realization that I held all the power here. I got a heady rush.

“No, no, no. I believe you said something about a blow job.”

His eyes got even bigger in disbelief. “You mean…?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“Uhm, upstairs?”

I scooped up my bikini and coverup and bounded up the stairs. He was not far behind. We headed for my bedroom. Once inside, I had him lie down on my bed. He propped himself up with pillows and got comfortable.

I went to the end of the bed and crawled up between his legs. His cock stood up proud and tall before me. I took my time, examining it closely. It was a huge pole protruding from a bouquet of hair. Thick veins ran up the sides. A purplish head capped in off. The head had a slit in the end that seemed to ooze a clear fluid. A large sack snuggled up tightly to the base.

I lay down on my stomach and reached out my hand. I wrapped my hand around it, my fingertips barely able to touch. It felt warm and smooth in my hand. It also seemed to throb uncontrollably. I stuck out my tongue and tasted the fluid that ran from the slit. It was warm and salty. I liked the taste! I lapped at it like a kitten with milk. These small ministrations had Joel moaning and groaning. His hips kept bouncing up off the bed.

Remembering what the girl had done last night, I sealed my lips over the head and sucked gently, while slowly pumping my hand up and down. With each upstroke, his cock would go a little deeper and with each downstroke, it would pull back to my teeth, liberally coating my tongue with fluid. I found I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted to taste everything.

I looked up into his eyes and began to stroke his cock with my hand, keeping the head just in my mouth and swirling my tongue all around it. His eyes locked onto mine and his hips bounced farther. I thought I was getting the hang of this and smiled to myself.

“Ohhh, Ally, I’m gonna shoot.”

I popped him from my mouth. “In my mouth? You wanna shoot in my mouth?”

He gritted his teeth, “Yessss, I need it. Please Ally, put it back in!” He was pleading with me. A surge of power swept through me. I slipped my mouth back over his cock and began to really suck in earnest. Yes, he would remember this and compare all his future experiences to it.

My tongue danced about, trying to penetrate the slit. My hand pumped him up and down. His cock swelled even further, stretching my mouth to capacity.

“Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh………..” He groaned as his eyes rolled back into his head.

A tremendous spurt of hot thick liquid squirted out of his cock into my mouth, filling it to overflow. Before I could swallow it was followed by another, and then another. I started swallowing but there was too much. It exploded from the corners of my mouth and covered my lips and hand. Still, I swallowed as much as I could.

More spurts followed, but the quantity was diminished. I could keep up with swallowing them. Finally, after probably fifteen or sixteen good spurts, his hips collapsed back onto the bed. I continued to pump him with my hand and was rewarded with a few more rivulets of liquid which I happily lapped up.

Eventually, his cock shrank back to, what I assumed was his normal sized. I continued to lick at him and my hand until there was no liquid left. I looked up at him and smiled. He managed a weak smile. I felt a stickiness on my lips so I stuck my tongue out and licked the cum from my lips. He shuddered at the sight.

His breathing slowly returned to normal. “Oh, Ally. That was fantastic!”

I smiled up at him and with an evil gleam in my eye, said, “I want some more!”

He groaned as I popped his cock back into my mouth and started to suck him again. “Noooo, Ally, I can’t, I just came quarts.”

Popping him from my mouth, I smiled, “I know. And it was soooo gooood, I have to have more.” Before he could protest, I began to suck him again.

This time, I was not so delicate. I began to suck him in earnest and my hands were both busy; my right hand pumping him hard as my left one squeezed his balls none too gently. My tongue was a whirling dervish inside my mouth. Soon, my ministrations had the desired effect. Slowly, his cock began to swell. Soon, it was fully hard again.

I sucked and pumped, sucked and pumped. He let out a gasp and I felt the first of four short blasts into my mouth. The cum was quite a bit thinner this çorlu escort time. Still, it tasted like manna.

Joel was gasping for breath when I released his shriveling cock this time. It splatted wetly to his belly and lay there like a dead snake. I looked up coyly at him and smiled, “Got any more?”

He covered himself with his hands and groaned, “Noooo, my balls are aching now. You have to give me time to recuperate.”

I bounced from the bed joyously. “Ok, then let’s go to the beach.” I felt totally energized. Powerful. I looked back and Joel was struggling to get out of bed. I laughed as I skipped down the hall,

That summer, Joel and I were inseparable. In the ten weeks until I had to leave for college, I sucked him off almost four hundred times, five to six times a day. I figure I swallowed a gallon or two of his cum that summer. We would do it any time we could, anywhere we could. On more than on occasion, we were caught by other people. A group of his buddies saw us once. Some girls from school another time. I guess, I had to expect a reputation. And so, my nickname became, Easy. I strive to earn it every day.

I went away to college that fall. Joel was both happy and sad to see me go. I think that if he had had to produce much more cum for me, his balls would have imploded. My reputation as a world class cocksucker followed me. Almost from my first day there, I was a very popular girl. Guys would call me up and ask me out. They would take me to concerts, plays, dinners, movies. I got gifts. Silly men, they didn’t have to do all that. I would have sucked them off for nothing! I loved it, and still do. I didn’t care who they were, what they looked like, where they were from, all I wanted was their cum, and I got it. Plenty of it.

I sucked off my English professor once. He thought I wanted a better grade. I turned in an ‘A’ paper anyway. Was he ever surprised.

I worked as a volunteer in a retirement home for the summer between my junior and senior year. One night, I was checking in on an elderly man. I would usually sit with him for awhile, watch TV, talk, whatever. He had always been very nice to me. This particular night, I dropped by and he seemed depressed. I asked him what was wrong. He said that that day was to be his fiftieth wedding anniversary. His wife had died the previous year and he was feeling lonely.

Tears filled my eyes as he recalled his life with his wife and the wonderful things they had done together. He was sitting in a lounge chair and I was kneeling on the floor at his side. My hands were resting on his lap as he gently stroked my hair. I looked up at him and he had a far away look in his eyes. I took his hand in mine and kissed the palm of it. I gently kissed all his fingers. I looked up into his eyes and he was smiling at me.

“What can I do for you, Mr. B?”

His smile broadened, “You have listened to an old man boor you with his lifes story. I can ask for no more.”

“I could come visit you later, if you like?”

“That would be nice, dear. You better get back now.”

I left and went about my duties. At about eleven o’clock that night, I returned to his room. I slowly opened the door and crept in. A small nightlight dimly illuminated the room so I could make out that he was in bed asleep.

I removed my uniform and set it on the chair. I then crawled into bed with Mr. B. He did not stir. I reached my hand into his pajama bottoms and felt his soft cock, nestled in his pubic hair. It stirred slightly under my touch.

I slid beneath the covers and turned around in the bed. I untied the string tie at the waist of his pajamas and slid them down, exposing his cock. It looked so small and helpless. I took it into my mouth and gently began to suck. Mr. B began to moan and I felt his hand on my ass. He slipped a finger in me and felt my wetness. This caused him to grow fully erect.

It took me a good fifteen minutes of hard sucking, but I was finally rewarded with half a dozen strong spurts of the sweetest tasting cum I had ever had. Just before he drifted back to full sleep, he said, “Thank you Doreen. That was the best yet.” Doreen was the name of his late wife.

The next day I dropped in on him at dinner time and he was the most happy, cheerful fellow imaginable. We talked for awhile and then I had to go. All through the conversation, though, he would occasionally lift his right hand to his nose and dreamily take a whiff. All the nurses remarked that night how happy Mr. B was and whatever it was that made him that way, they hoped he got more of it. I realized that I had a special gift and to keep it to myself would be a crime. I continued to visit Mr. B throughout the rest of the summer. Neither of us mentioned the events of that night.

I graduated this past May with honors. Honors that I earned. I also realized a milestone, one thousand men sucked off in four years. Freshmen, sophomores, juniors, seniors, grad students, professors. I had some of all of them. Jocks, nerds, and everyone in between. And every single one of them left me with gratitude in their hearts. I swallowed literally gallons of cum in this time. It seems that I have derived some additional benefits from all that cum, I have a remarkably clear complexion, my hair is shinier, even my tits have gone from a B cup to overflowing a C cup!

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Reuben Roth still had trouble believing his wife’s reaction to his announcement that he wanted a divorce. She wanted to KEEP FUCKING him, at least once a month! Well, she would probably stop as soon as she started dating another man. Most men would probably balk at the knowledge that her ex was getting it, but they were not. He wondered if she would really be chaste otherwise, prior to marriage.

He strongly doubted that. The very fact that she was suggesting this arrangement indicated a difficulty with depriving herself of sex, now that she had gotten it a lot of it on a frequent basis(strangely enough, theirs was one marriage whose other issues had never led to a lag in sex or any infidelity- Reuben had not once broken his marriage vows, and he seriously doubted that Jan had, either). She wasn’t a virgin anymore, after all. There was no cherry to “save” for anyone else. They were both in their 40s and had kids, so any new mates would have to accept their so-called baggage.

Most likely, Jan would put out once she was in a relationship, if not somewhat earlier. She would also almost certainly terminate her deal with Reuben, since she was (or had been, at least) the monogamous sort of woman. Despite her love of sex, she was the farthest thing from a slut or even a swinger. Hell, she still only did it in the missionary position (though at least she was no longer insisting that the lights go off or they stay clothed).

What Reuben didn’t know was that Jan had absolutely no interest in dating again. She had plenty of patience and a serious plan to regain her husband’s love. As far as she was concerned, once a month was the bare MINIMUM, and she intended to get a lot more than that over time. Nor did she intend to start using protection. If Reuben knocked her up again, that would be splendid from her perspective. She knew that he would probably use condoms with any other sex partners, but she wasn’t worried anyway. If things went according to her plan, Reuben and she would be renewing their vows, whether before or after any temporary divorce.

Whatever the case, Jan would NEVER give up making love to Reuben! Whether they got back together or not, she would always get him in the sack. She was confident of that much in her soul. Oh, no, sir, he was not getting released from this agreement! That was a prerequisite to an amicable divorce, as far as she was concerned. She was not a dominant or assertive person, but she was stubborn by nature. She would not yield or back down as far as her terms for divorce were concerned. She would fight, tooth and nail, for her wifely rights, whether married to him or not. In her mind, a husband and wife had a right to sex with his or her spouse, and that was one part of her marriage that she refused to give up.

When Reuben got home the night after he announced his intention to leave her, he found Jan in a rather shocking new look: she was totally naked. She never walked around the house completely nude! That was not an “appropriate” thing for a Christian lady to do, in afyon escort her view. Yet, there his soon-to-be ex-wife sat, wearing only her lovely red hair.

“What are you doing like THAT, Jan?” he demanded to know, overwhelmed by curiosity.

“Collecting my first payment, dear. I already talked with a lawyer, who has agreed to draw up a settlement, but I told him that I would only sign on one condition: the same one that you agreed to last night. He blushed a little, strangely enough, and said that I couldn’t hold you to that in court, but he would remind you of it when you signed it. Now, if you don’t mind, I’d like to enjoy your body,” she explained flirtatiously.

“Very well, but I would like to do it a little differently this time. After all, this is a fling now. You have loosened up enough to be nude around the house and sleep with a man who will soon not be your husband anymore. Surely, you can try a new position, at least once,” Reuben urged his wife.

“Very well. I have researched a couple of different positions. Which would you like to try? Doggie? Cowgirl?” Jan probed.

“Doggie, for starters. I don’t mind doing much of the work. I would like to get a good glimpse of your ass, too, while I am fucking you,” he answered.

“Hmmm….profanity….strangely enough, that actually turns me on! Fuck me, honey! And keep cussing!” she reacted.

“Fuck you? Wow, you ARE loosening up a bit! Maybe I should swat you, too, for being such a naughty girl,” he taunted her.

“Why not? I AM being naughty, cussing and doing it in such a wild position, just like a bitch! Swat my ass and fuck me like a slut!” she now smelled and looked very aroused. Evidently, his estranged wife had just realized that she found this kind of talk exciting.

Why the fuck didn’t you open up to this BEFORE I decided to leave you? I would be much less likely to divorce you, if you were more open-minded! I guess that you like the idea of being a naughty girl, huh? Maybe you will go all the way and take it up the ass.

Reuben took off every bit of his clothes in just a couple of minutes, after which he grabbed Jan and pulled her down to her knees. She was stunned by his actions, but she didn’t fight him. Instead, she made it apparent, by her behavior, that she was going to yield to whatever kind of sex he wanted with her. When he shoved his cock into her mouth, she was a bit hesitant, but she quickly decided to do as he wished and suck his dick.

Naturally, her initial reaction was to nearly gag from having such a large and unfamiliar object shoved into her mouth. However, she continued to accept it, and each thrust of his cock was easier to take than the one before it. She reminded herself that this was worth it, in order to get her man back. So, he liked it a little rougher! She could meet him halfway. The main issues were that he would have sex with her and would have one less reason to divorce her for good.

By the time that she was used to giving him a aydın escort blowjob, he was already about to cum. He made no attempt to warn her. From his perspective, if she wanted him to fuck her as a condition of divorce, so be it, but he was going to take control of the sex for a change. It would be his way of regaining power in this situation, to take what he wanted, not just what she eagerly gave to him. He would not make it easy on her. They would not return to their old, vanilla, conventional life, the one with which he was dissatisfied.

What really stunned him was just how willing she was to cooperate with his desires. She was even showing some enthusiasm for his ideas for once. When he sat her back down on her chair and started eating her cunt, she didn’t close her legs as she had in the past to prevent him. She actually spread them further apart, welcoming his mouth and tongue to pleasure her. It was as if she had abruptly decided to simply accept and submit to his lust.

Reuben’s mouth sucked on Jan’s clit repeatedly, causing his wife to soak her pussy with juices after several times. She began gripping the chair, in order to avoid falling out of it onto her ass. Her large, but still gorgeous legs and thighs were now on his shoulders and leaning over his back, as he teased her and stimulated her to a major climax. It was the first that she ever had without a cock inside her (Jan was a rare woman who actually experienced vaginal orgasms).

“Oh, fuck me! Thank you, Reuben, honey! Ohhhhhh!” she groaned as she came on his face, gushing with even more juices. He didn’t mind the taste or smell, and neither did she so much when he kissed her mouth immediately afterward. It was not so much affection, this time, as it was habit and sexual passion which prompted that kiss, but it was a very powerful one nonetheless.

She was so drenched that she didn’t require much lube (thankfully, she had thought enough ahead to have some near the chair, just in case). What little he required, Mr. Roth applied to his cock and Mrs. Roth’s slippery cunt.

He then turned his BBW wife over, entering her in a way that he had never done in their entire marriage. His forceful penetration of her womanhood also surprised her with its resulting arousal. She really enjoyed this fucking far more than she had ever expected.

As she felt his hands grab and swat her large ass-cheeks, she was completely enthralled by the latent, dominant side of this man who had been her mate for the past 23 years. Evidently, there was much potential sexual prowess inside her husband that she had helped cause them to waste. Despite her delight in the rough sex, this thought, the idea that she had harmed their marriage in such a way, was rather saddening to her.

Reuben now fulfilled another of his unsatisfied fantasies, to see his gorgeous wife’s butt as he rammed her. He had wanted to do it “doggie-style” in the past, only to be rebuffed on the basis of Jan’s Victorian ideas about sex. At this moment, however, ağrı escort he really felt bad that it seemed that she was actually trying for once, now that it was already too late. It felt awful to dash her dreams of reconciliation, but the truth was that it was too little, too late.

He thoroughly enjoyed slamming his cock into her cunt, however, along with calling her all kinds of “nasty” names that really did seem to excite her. This, and swatting her cute butt, were things that he had always longed to do, but she had denied him the chance repeatedly, throughout their marriage. That was, truly, a major reason why he had wanted a divorce. Her extra weight had nothing to do with it. In fact, he found it a turn-on, even now, that she was truly a BBW, in every sense of the phrase: a BIG, BEAUTIFUL WOMAN.

Reuben was not the sort of guy who left a woman simply to get a “trophy wife”. He wanted an actual relationship with a woman. However, that kind of relationship had to be compatible, in terms of sex as well as other issues. Theirs was truly a case of “irreconcilable differences”. He like sex to be wilder and kinkier than she did, or so he thought.

Now, of course, she was opening up, when so much frustration had already damaged and helped to destroy their marriage. Between that and the constant attempts to convert him, plus the whole “Super Mom” thing that kept him worried about her health, his marriage was still basically doomed. A lot more would need to change for that to be reversed.

In any case, he didn’t focus too much on that, because his constant thrusts in and out of her pussy were sending him deeper than he had been inside her in his life. Evidently, the “doggie-style” position actually did what some people claimed about it: it allowed a man and woman to feel more contact than the other positions often permitted. The additional excitement of fucking her over a chair, calling her names, and swatting her bottom were enough to get both for them ready for another release.

“Damn, I’m going to cum again!” he grunted, as she moaned her own warning of an orgasm.

Reuben shot an even larger load into his wife’s pussy than he had sent down her throat earlier. Jan, meanwhile, expressed herself rather clearly with a climax so loud that it seemed animalistic, especially compared to most. Given the position that they chose, it was quite fitting.

Odd, that a relationship that started with her using sex as a way to get me to the altar is ending with me using sex as a way to secure a divorce, Mr. Roth thought. How the power shifts indeed, he laughed ironically, though not out loud.

“Well, babe, I have to start packing. What day do you want to do the next session? I can clear out Friday, the 13th, if that doesn’t bother you. Bear in mind that I will want anal next time,” he announced, as he started to get dressed again.

“You can have it sooner, if you delay your packing long enough for a third act. I’m kind of curious as to what the fuss is about, anyway. Deal? Tell you what, any time that you fuck me beyond what we have agreed to, I will surrender my ass to your cock. How does that sound? My ass for a bonus?” she offered him, in an unusually risqué and suggestive tone.

“Deal,” Reuben agreed, dropping his pants before he could even zip them up.

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It was a glorious summer day, white iris’ everywhere, ribbons and balloons. The golden ball of light in the sky was sparkling in the pool reflecting over everyone’s faces. The birds were chirping, and there was a slight breeze dancing in the trees, playing with everyone’s hair. Today was a day of love and romance for it was the wedding of our good friends Leah and Troy.

Rick had invited Stacy, his old high school flame years ago, to enjoy this wonderful event. Rick and Stacy had reunited last year and became good friends over the Internet and phone with the occasional flirting, but nothing too serious, at least not that they let on. Secretly, Stacy was extremely attracted to Rick, and wanted to pursue a more than platonic relationship. However, she has a fear that whoever she gets too serious with, she will loose. Her attraction to him was too magnetic, her stomach flitted with butterflies every time she would sneak a peak at Rick, or brush her skin against his nice body.

The day was turning into evening, the sun resting in the hills, setting a nice toasted sky. Rick and Stacy had been dancing all day, listening to their own music playing in their head. She would look up to Rick’s hazel eyes, and become intoxicated by his beauty. His lips begged to be kissed, but she had not done that in years, and she was afraid if she did, she would be unable to stop there. For the rest of the evening, she had her arms wrapped around his waste, head leaning on his chest, with her eyes closed. There could have been air raid sirens going off and she would not have known.

The reception was dying off and they were the last ones left, oblivious to their surroundings, when Leah comes up and taps them on the shoulder “Hey guys, uh, the club is closing and we kind of need to leave.”

Startled, Rick replies, “Oh sure, I’m sorry, I did not realize how late it was.”

Leah just smiled at the two, and whispered into Stacy’s ear, “You know that he really likes you, and you guys make a cute couple, why don’t you come to the hotel with us, and then you could have the limo for the night.”

Stacy’s face just lit up and agreed. Rick thought this was a great idea and followed along, excited at the chance to be alone for once with Stacy.

The four of them enjoyed the luxury of the limo, drinking champagne and seeing the city, but the newlyweds were all over each other, making Rick and Stacy a little uncomfortable and full of sexual tension. The happy couple said their good byes, and now they were left alone, just them, the champagne, and a limo.

“It is nice to see them so happy, I hope they make it work out, love can be so wonderful, wouldn’t you agree Rick?”

“Yes, they do look happy, I miss that feeling, remember how we were back when we were young and in love, oooh the good old days.”

Stacy smiled in reflection of their past memories, hours of kissing and holding each other, sitting out at night, just staring at the stars in each others arms while time swept by. “I Wanna Know”, by Joe started playing on the radio, and Rick and Stacy just glared at adana escort each other, in their memories of this song. Rick poured another glass of champagne for Stacy and she decided to be bold and scoot over and sit in Rick’s strong arms. This was nice and comfortable. But her body was starting to tingle all over again at being so close to his body again. She could smell his alluring cologne, Pleasures. She was starting to get turned on. Her legs curled up under her feet, making her black dress ride up to mid thigh. Rick was a little shocked to when he noticed that she was wearing black stockings with a garter belt. This turned him on.

He jokingly told her, “I see London, I see France, I see Stacy’s underpants.”

This embarrassed her a little bit, but she came back with a wicked smile “What, you afraid of a little leg, I thought you had control, remember?”

“I do, I have control, there’s nothing you can do that would make me loose it either.” He raspily replied in a joking voice.

“Oh reallllyyy,” she says in a seductive voice, “well I bet you five bucks that I can make you loose yourself tonight.”

“Just make sure you have the money honey!” he laughs.

Stacy snuggles in a little closer and places her hand on his left thigh. The smooth material of his tux makes it easy to glide along. Stacy is bit bubbly from the champagne, but that doesn’t ruin her determination. She starts softly kissing the back of his neck, tracing her tongue over his ear, with some playful biting.

She moans into his ear, “I know we have always talked about doing this on the computer, but now it’s all coming true, and I am more excited at the thought of sucking your cock.”

This immediately sent shivers down his body, awakening his cock. Her hand starts to roam and explore more of his masculine body; she brings one leg over his, and gently starts to grind back and forth. By now his hands are taking over, and he slips his hands up her dress, realizing that she is wearing no panties. She lets out another moan as his hands find their way up her thigh. Now they are rocking back and forth to the rhythm of the slow music in the background. Without his realizing it, Stacy had unzipped his pants to free his pulsing cock; there was a little bit of pre-cum glistening it. Her thumb gently rubs over the cum and spreads it over his head making it all moist and sticky.

In a hungry voice, she begs him to touch her breast. His hand slips down her dress and starts massaging her milky white breast. They are not that big, but not too small, about a C cup he is guessing. He tilts his head down and flicks his tongue over her little pink nubs until they get hard. Her hands are starting to massage his cock. He glazes into her beautiful face studying the whisper of freckles covering her skin, the lights of the stars sparkling in her hazel eyes. They know there is no use trying to hold back. Their lips come together in a romantic embrace. The memories start flooding back; she has not been kissed like that since they last kissed, nine years ago. What ankara escort was starting out to be a simple sexual bet, was turning into more passion. They decide by now to roll up the window so the driver will not see them.

Stacy starts unbuttoning his shirt to view his chest. Her fingers ran through his chest hair, circling around his nipples, tasting them with her wet mouth. He pulls his neck back in pleasure, looking down to see her auburn hair next to his chest.

Oh man does he want her, but he must resist, not because of the five bucks, but because he doesn’t want to make her feel bad when she can’t make him cum. No woman has ever been able to satisfy his thick 8 ½ cock without fucking it. He knew it wouldn’t happen. But it was so tempting to let her try. He decided to enjoy this just a little bit longer before he stopped her.

Stacy kisses her way down to his stomach, kissing his belly and plays with the hairs that lead beneath his silk boxers. She can smell his aroma of manhood and she is hungry for it. But she will hold out for a little bit longer; she climbs out of his arms and sits on her knees on the floor of the limo. She gazes up to his eyes from between his legs, grabs his pants with her teeth, and pulls them down.

Her soft pink tongue kisses the inside of his thighs, sucking on the sensitive skin while her hands are playing with his nipples. His rod is getting harder and his head is getting bigger. Her hands again start to massage around his cock, making special attention not to touch it. She goes in deeper and licks his balls getting them nice and wet, and gently blows her hot breath on them. Lifting them up, she starts to lick the skin below. Rick’s body tenses up as waves of pleasure take over his body.

“Relax” she tells him, “I won’t hurt you.” I only want to make you feel good, you deserve to feel this pleasure for once.”

He submits himself to her now, not wanting to hold back anymore. Her tongue licks up from under his balls, over them and all the way up his shaft to his head. It was as if she was sucking on one big lollipop. Her hot mouth felt so good on it. It had been over a year since a woman has sucked his cock. He had forgotten how good it could feel. She grabbed the base of his rod, her fingers not even touching over his thickness. Her mouth stretches over his large head and her tongue starts roaming under the lips of his head while her head turns in circles.

Rick frees her red hair from its clip and it cascades over his legs. Her hair is so soft and smells of cherry almond. He takes a nice whiff of it, and he can also smell how wet her pussy is. He plays with her head as she is sucking and groping his cock, occasionally forcing her down a little deeper. She switches back and forth between sucking and pumping his cock, to kissing him and playing with his body.

Her hand slides down between her legs and finds their way to her clit. Rick can hear how wet she is and wants to feel for himself, but is unable to move, her mouth has him paralyzed in ecstasy. Knowing that he wants adıyaman escort in on the action, she sticks her fingers in her pussy and brings them to his lips. Slowly he devours her fingers, tasting the sweet nectar, he wanted more…..needed more….and was going to get more.

Things are going so fast and her head is spinning with lovely intoxication, she decides to stop for a while, to compose herself and stands up in the limo, sticking her head and arms out of the sunroof. This is his grand opportunity to return the torture she was doing to him.

His hands caress their way up her black stockings, over the garters finding her pussy covered in short red curly hair. His thumb rubs over her pussy, getting her juices and running it over her clit. Her pussy lips are swollen with desire, begging to be teased. His fingers massage her clit and his other hand massages her round plump ass.

Stacy is in utter desire, her legs are wobbly and she can not stand, but damn it feels so good. She has had a few guys eat her pussy, but never like this, not with such delicacy, love and skill. He sucks on her clit still it gets hard and sticks his long fingers into her pussy trying to find that nice little g-spot. Still standing, she opens her legs little bit more to grant him more access. Her body is starting to slip out of control and starts grinding into his tongue. His large tongue was like silk over her clit, taking her into another world. He can feel her spasiming inside and feels the gush of her juices all over his hand, she is starting to shake and moan very loudly.

She drops to the floor, pushes him into the seat, and greedily devours his cock. Her mouth is sucking him off something fierce, pumping him wildly. Her hand cupping his balls, gently squeezing them. She feels them getting fuller and his head getting larger, knowing he is bout to shoot his load. Her hand tightens the grip at the base of his cock to prolong his orgasm; she is not done with him yet.

Her free hand grabs the bucket of champagne and pours it over his throbbing cock…. “OOOh that’s cold!” he cries, as his body tenses up.

Her pouty mouth licks it all of, warming it up again. She again grabs the bucket, knowing what is to come, he closes his eyes awaiting the champagne. But to his amazement, she has placed an ice cube in her mouth and started to suck his cock again. The combination of cold and hot drives him nuts, his body is starting to jerk, sounds of pleasure and agony are escaping his mouth, and finally, yes finally, he feels the pressure again in his balls. He starts fucking her face, his hips grinding as fast as he can. Oh Stacey is enjoying this. She knows he is about to cum and this time she lets him, so she pumps him faster and faster, and tightens her mouth on him. The first squirt of cum hits the back of her throat causing her to gag a little, there is so much that she opens her mouth and some of it spills out onto her naked breast. His body is quivering from orgasm and needs to stop. She milks his balls for the last bit of his delicious cum and eats it.

After she is done, he cleans her off with his shirt, and hands her a glass of champagne. She cuddles up to him and he they kiss slowly and passionately. Yet he is still so horny and wants to pleasure her. He favors her and they end up making love until they pass out in each other’s arms in the back of limo.

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What a week! Who would have thought your whole life could turn upside down in such a short space of time. At the beginning of the week everything was going smoothly as Rachel and I prepared for our luxury dream cruise together. I would never have imagined what would happen on that cruise liner!

It all began on only the second day of our cruise around the West Indies. I couldn’t believe how many people were aboard but soon began to relax in the baking heat enjoying just lazing about by the pool, taking in the sights. And what sights there were… beautiful women in tiny bikinis were everywhere, it was too much to resist the odd peek as they strolled past. It was my eyes roaming that started my troubles as Rachel caught my gaze following a buxom redhead who was walking along past the pool.

“What are you looking at?” she scolded.

“Uhm nothing babe!” I replied, knowing already that I was in for trouble.

You see there is one thing about Rachel is that she gets jealous very fast.

“I saw you looking!” she responded, “I suppose you prefer her to looking at me now huh?”

“Eeeer….no” I said.

“You hesitated, I knew it! well I’ll make it easy for you” and with that she stormed off leaving me sitting there bemused and amazed at how quickly she had become upset.

I sat there by the pool just wondering what the hell had happened when I saw an absolute vision! I mean she looked amazing. She had long blonde hair and was wearing the tiniest little white bikini as she stepped from the pool. Even better was to come as she walked past and I realised that the bikini was almost see-through when wet and I couldn’t resist staring at her perfect little brown nipples poking through the material. My gaze travelled south over the flattest stomach imaginable to rest on her nether regions where I could see a tiny tattoo peeking from the side of her bikini bottoms. As well as the tattoo you could make out a thin shadow of pubic hair, neatly trimmed angled towards her pussy lips which were also just about visible. Her lips seemed to be trying to eat the material of her swimsuit as they showed of every detail and shape of her delectable pussy that was clearly shaved smooth. The lips reminded me of the rounded petals of a flower, I couldn’t help but stare until I felt her eyes on me. I averted my gaze but to no avail, I was busted big time!

The vision walked straight up to me and asked me if I was enjoying the view! I couldn’t believe it as I spluttered,

“Erm sorry…Yes… errr I was just wondering what tattoo you had in such a daring place!”

How lame was that?!

“Oh my tattoo, its my lucky charm, it’s a little Gecko, its keeping an eye on my modesty!” she said, and with that pulled her bikini bottoms to the side a little and thrust her hips closer to me so that I could see the tattoo better. I couldn’t help but take in the stunning sight barely inches from my eyes. The feet of the gecko tattoo were nestling in the edge of her golden pubic hair. I spotted that the material had also been pulled forward slightly so I altered the angle of my gaze in an effort to see those wonderful looking petal like pussy lips. But she was too quick for me. She let the bikini bottoms snap back into place but she did treat me one more time when she pulled up the sides of her wet bottoms. The material became even tighter, it seamed to separate her lips and I was sure that I could make out the tiny bulge of her clit at the top of her groove. I couldn’t believe what was happening and in my flustered state kicked a drink that was on the deck all over the place.

“Oops! I suppose I had better let you clear that up,” She quipped, and with that she was gone, leaving me stunned at what had just occurred. I was definitely feeling hot under the collar and had to have a swim to cool off before going to get dressed for dinner. Was Rachel going to join me? I didn’t care right now as I still had a vivid picture of “her” in my head.

However, after a shower I had cooled down a bit and began to wonder where Rachel had gotten to so I headed to the restaurant we had chosen before our argument. I asked for a table for two hoping that Rachel would turn up soon. She didn’t! I sat there for over an hour slowly getting madder with every J.D and coke that I drank.

Just as I was about to leave I couldn’t believe my eyes as my vision sat down at a table not fifteen feet away…and she was alone! I could feel my face beginning to flush as a ripple of excitement flowed through me. I ordered another drink and sat trying to discreetly glance at her when she wasn’t looking. I felt like a naughty school boy but couldn’t help myself. It was during one of my adolescent glances that I saw the most erotic sight ever. My vision slowly uncrossed her legs revealing a tiny pair of white lace panties before crossing her legs again. It was almost too much to bear and as I looked up I saw a glimmer of a smile cross her lips. Had she done it on purpose? I fervently hoped so! Like a fool I quickly looked away, embarrassed at being caught again looking at her with aksaray escort pure lust in my eyes. “Time to leave,” I thought as my composure deserted me completely.

After almost running out of the restaurant, I walked the decks for a while and my thoughts returned to Rachel who had it seemed vanished into thin air. I returned to our cabin and waited for her to return.

It was later that evening when she still hadn’t returned when I started to feel really annoyed as I felt I hadn’t really done anything wrong, just admiring the female form, and Rachel had really lost it.

“Sod it, I’m going for a drink.” I said to no-one in particular.

I trawled through three or four of the bars with no joy and as I reached one of the many bars aboard I saw Rachel, and she was enjoying the company of two of the cabin crew, with the three of them having a great time. I left for another bar steaming mad and quickly downed three shots of J.D before my mood mellowed and I began to take in the surroundings.

It was then that I saw her again, the beautiful woman from the pool dressed in a glittering gold dress seated on a stool at the other end of the bar. She had long hair that seemed to glitter and match her dress, and a figure to die for barely covered by the flimsy material. It was not an exaggeration to say that every guy in the bar was casting furtive glances her way. It also seemed that she was well aware of the fact and loved every minute of it.

I moved chairs so that I had her in my direct eye line and as I moved closer I could see that the gold dress she was wearing was as see through as any dress that I had ever seen, It was like something off a catwalk. I thought at first that she was wearing some tiny flesh coloured underwear until the light hit her at just the right angle. The shape and darkness of her nipples was clear for me to see, standing out proudly on her pert breasts. Was she wearing panties? I wasn’t sure and kept trying to discreetly look to see. It was whilst looking that she caught me staring at her and with a smile uncrossed her legs repeating her earlier performance but this time there was a magical difference.

It was like being hit with a thunderbolt as her little dress rode up the most wonderful pair of tanned thighs to reveal…no panties, just the most erotic sight ever, the pussy petals that I had earlier been prevented from seeing were there for my viewing pleasure. It seemed not long enough before she slowly re-crossed her legs, still smiling and I could feel the effects of the view that I had just had in my loins. I had to readjust where I sat to accommodate the erection this woman had just caused.

Now the question kept replaying in my head, “Did she do that just for me?” I fervently hoped so. In my semi-drunken state all I could think about was having this woman, I wanted to be the Bee who slid his tongue beyond her petals to taste her pollen. But then there was probably a similar thought running through every mans head in the bar. As I looked around it was obvious that I wasn’t the only one to see her little show as waiters were sent over with glasses of champagne for the lady.

I sat there now openly looking at her, the drinks numbing my thoughts to anything else other than to see her pantie-less pussy again. It was then she got up from her stool to go to the ladies room. As she did so she bent over to fiddle with the buckle on her shoe. I nearly exploded! Her perfectly shape arse was being revealed in all its glory, as well as just a glimpse of those sweet little pussy petals. What a beautiful little peach of an arse she had and every eye in the bar watched it wiggle into the ladies room.

Perhaps it was the drink that numbed my normal reserve but I decided to at least try and get to know this amazing lady a little better. I waited for her to return before approaching her, fully aware of all eyes watching, waiting to see my failure.

“Uh hi, I was just… uhm… wondering… would you… uh… like to dance?” I stammered.

How dumb could I sound? I was stuttering like a smitten child and in front of a bar full of people too!

“Sure, why not?” she replied, “we can’t have you being laughed at by everyone now, can we?”

I thought I had misheard but couldn’t believe my luck as this beautiful woman led me to the small dance floor where Bon Jovi was playing. “Living on a prayer,” how apt I thought!

As we danced I couldn’t help but look at her wonderful pert tits as they bounced gently to the rhythm of the music, beneath her golden dress. Her nipples hardening as I looked upon her. I looked down and saw that the illuminated dance floor gave me a wonderful view of her legs and their junction. I was sure that I could see the glistening like dew on a petal between her pussy lips. I realised that others would be watching and seeing what I could but she was dancing with me.

As the song finished she leaned in and said,

“Are you going to buy a girl a drink now?”

“Of course, whatever you want, lets go.”

“Champagne amasya escort would be nice,” she said.

“Only the best then,” I replied.

“Obviously!” she laughed, and led the way to the bar.

I could see her nakedness underneath her little gold dress, her spine took my eyes down to her two wonderful orbs and the small gap between her legs where I could see the half moon of her pussy lips in silhouette. I could feel myself getting hard in my trousers and just praying that no-one else could see my growing erection. As we sat at the bar all I could think about was what was underneath her dress, barely covered and openly on view for all to see. But it was me sitting with her sexy body..

“Well are you going to say something?” she asked.

“Uhm yeah sure…uh ….uhm…”

“Cat got your tongue has it?”

She was teasing me just like she was teasing all of us in the bar.

“You’re beautiful” I blurted out, to which she gave a small grin.

“Sorry, I just haven’t met someone as openly sexy as you before and feel a little, well a lot overawed by you showing off your body like that. sorry.” I apologised.

“Don’t be,” she replied, ” I enjoy the attention otherwise I wouldn’t do it, so how about we have another dance or two and just maybe when I leave you can join me in my cabin…just maybe.”

Well I was on the dance floor in a flash, my eagerness making her laugh again, which in turn made her tits shake seductively. After half a dozen rock songs a slow song came on and she moved closer and held herself against me as we swayed in time with the tune. She had her arms around my neck raising her dress so high that when I put my hands on her butt all I could feel was her soft skin. I was grateful that the dance floor was so busy. I wanted to bring my hand round to the front and slide my fingers between her legs, but I felt bound to protect her butt from prying eyes. The thought had a natural effect on my manhood. I couldn’t help it, She couldn’t fail to feel my erection pressing into her midriff.

“Mmmmm,” she purred, “That feels good!” and with that she moved her right hand between us and began stroking my length through my trousers. I was seriously horny now as this amazing woman softly toyed with my cock. I could hardly stop myself as I felt the fire growing in my loins. She must have sensed how close I was to really embarrassing myself as she then led me back to the bar to buy her another glass of champagne.

It must have been obvious to everyone in the bar how much I wanted her, but by now I didn’t care! I was totally in her power and was willing to do anything to make it happen.

“Ok sit next to me for a while whilst I have a little fun.”

“Fun?” I asked, a little confused.

“Yes fun! I want to do a little dance for you. You stay here and watch me.”

What could I do but oblige and sat down to enjoy the show. She walked to the edge of the dance floor and facing me at the bar, began to dance to the music. The yellow light from the side illuminated her breasts and the light from below showed the world her long legs and pussy. She may have well been naked. As she swivelled her hips and bent her knees there was no material obstructing my view of her perfect pussy.

As I sat there, I could hear voices saying what they would like to do with her. I could hear another couple of other guys laughing at me. It must have looked like I had blown it with her and I was the brunt of their jokes. I mean what guy would sit there and put up with this?

This went on for what felt like an hour, with the sexual electricity racing around the bar before she got up and went to leave. I held my breath as she walked straight past me without even looking at me. “NO” my brain yelled as I thought I had blown it somehow. What had I done wrong? It wasn’t until she reached the bars exit that she turned round and without a word beckoned to me with her finger.

“YES!” I was up out of my seat in a flash, smiling as I followed, at the guys who earlier has laughed at me, “see you around lads,” I quipped.

As we left she said, “Thought I was going without you did you?” and laughed. Even her laugh was sexy and caused a certain amount of discomfort in my trousers.

“Well I wasn’t sure…” I replied.

“My name is Crystal by the way,” she informed.

“Oh sorry mines Stuart… Crystal, a beautiful name for a beautiful woman.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” she laughed, as she continued to lead me around the ship to her cabin.

“So why are you all alone on a cruise then Stuart?”

I told her about my jealous girlfriend who had decided to repay my looking at other girls by going off with the cabin crew and she just smiled and said,

“Well don’t worry I am sure I can make you forget all about her for a while, and it sounds like she is too uptight for you anyway, after all just looking at beautiful women does no harm now does it!”

We reached her cabin and she led me inside taking off her shoes as I closed the door. The antalya escort view was even more amazing close up as her arse strained to be released from her dress. I let out a gasp of desire and she looked at me and asked,

“Like the view?”

“Love it! You have a truly sexy body and a figure to die for.”

“Well don’t die just yet,” she quipped, “Pour us a drink will you whilst I slip into something else.”

I poured two drinks as she went in to the bedroom and waited for her. She reappeared wearing the sexiest lingerie set I had ever seen. Her lacy white bra barely covered her wonderful brown nipples but was transparent enough that they showed proudly through the sheer material and the lacy little white panties just covered her golden tuft of hair. Again this made little difference as her beautiful thatch was easily visible through the whiteness with the outline of her petal-like pussy lips captivating to the eye.

“Well, you like?”

“Like? Adore is more like it! I feel like this is just a dream!”

“Well in a dream would I do this?” she asked as she walked over and unbuttoned my shirt. I took off my trousers as well to leave me in just… my Homer Simpson boxer shorts!! Again her laugh sent a warm glow through my body as she teased me about Homer.

“I think Homer should be left out here while we go into the bedroom don’t you?”

“Yes,” I agreed whilst taking them off, realising for the first time that I would be naked for her. How would Crystal like what she saw, would she be disappointed? God I hoped not.

Crystal seemed to pick up on my fears and just eroded away all my doubts with a simple “mmmm.”

With that Crystal led me into the room holding my erect cock like a lead, she made me lay down on the bed and declared,

“Tonight I will drive you wild with pleasure and show you the time of your life… if you can keep up!!”

With that Crystal began slowly dancing in front of me, a vision in her virginal white bra and panties. Crystal began gyrating to some music in her head, running her hands over her body, stroking her wonderful tits and teasing her own nipples. She continued running her hands down over her taught belly and between her legs, stroking herself through her panties running a finger along her pussy lips before sliding her hand inside the material and continued her stroking. Her other hand returned to her breasts and released one of her tits from its constraint.

Crystal’s nipple was as hard as a rock as she toyed with it and a little gasp escaped her lips as she continued slowly dancing in front of me whilst pleasuring herself.

The sight of Crystal’s performance had me hot with desire and I couldn’t stand it any more. I asked her,

“May my hands take the place of yours?”

“Oh yes please be my guest.”

With that I got up and moved behind Crystal and wrapped my arms around her. My hands were everywhere, cupping her breasts, caressing her nipples, sliding down her belly, over her hips, between her legs feeling the heat of her sex.

“Oh yes Stuart, your hands feel amazing…and your cock pressed against me feels so hot. That’s it gently stroke my pussy… that’s it…just there…oh god yes…”

My hands felt alight with passion as I then led her to the bed and asked her,

“Kneel down for me please Crystal?”

“With pleasure” she groaned.

What a sight I had before me with Crystal bending over on all fours for me to continue stroking her wonderful body. I stroked her back and tickled her sides before moving down to her stunning sexy arse and I couldn’t resist kissing both cheeks as I gently teased here with my fingertips. To my delight Crystal responded by pushing herself backwards encouraging me further with little moans of excitement.

I could stand it no longer, I had to remove her little panties and have Crystal in all her naked glory. I slowly removed them to reveal the absolute perfect pussy peeking out at me from beneath her peachy little bottom. I ran my hand between her legs to feel the softness of her flesh at the core of her desire. Her pussy felt as though it were alight, the wetness letting me know that she was enjoying my touch. Her panting turning me on further and further making my penis more swollen than ever before.

“Oh god Stuart that feels so good, your hands are amazing. Come here and let me pleasure you now.”

I reluctantly stopped what I was doing, laid down on my back and looked up at her beautiful face now flushed red.

“I’m yours to do whatever you like Crystal,” I said.

With that she straddled me and began stroking my chest, teasing my nipples to hardness, running her fingernails down my chest and stomach until Crystal reached my loins. Crystal began gently rubbing my erection and with her other hand fondled my balls before wrapping her hand around my shaft began slowly pumping my cock up and down its length revealing the large head of my cock every time. I couldn’t help but moan and groan with pleasure as her soft little hands drove me wild with desire. Then to my delight I felt her long golden hair begin to tickle my belly as Crystal lowered her head to my penis and began running her tongue along my length. Crystal took the head of my cock in her warm mouth and began gently sucking the head whilst still massaging my balls and pumping my cock up and down.

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Daniel sat on the plane, unable to concentrate on his book or the in-flight magazine the airline supplied. He was just far too excited – or was it nervous – to think about anything but the fact that he was finally going to meet Melissa in person.

He and Melissa had met through the internet, and had been e-mail buddies for three years. They had exchanged hundreds of mails and pics over that time, and knew each other as well as any of them knew their best friends at home who they saw daily. They also knew things about each other that not even the closest of their respective close friends at home knew about them.

Daniel had always liked writing, and one day while searching the internet for new websites related to writing, he had found a site dedicated to erotic fiction. Through that website, by submitting stories to its archives and chatting to other authors and readers, he had made a few friends and contacts. None of them had had as significant an impact on his life as Melissa.

He and Melissa had just clicked when they started communicating; they had an understanding of each other that neither of them could find with anyone else, they had much in common, and they both shared their innermost thoughts, worries and fantasies with the other. In Melissa, Daniel had a friend he could turn to whenever he wanted to talk about something, anything, and be safe in the knowledge that he would get understanding and intelligent feedback. He felt that he provided the same sort of friend to Melissa.

Because erotic fiction was the theme of the website they had met through, sex, desire and fantasy took up a lot of their conversation. They shared their most secret and basic fantasies of sexual pleasure with each other, and they discussed what they liked and disliked about sexual matters. Daniel understood more about Melissa’s sexual preferences and wishes, and she about his, than any of them had ever done with a real, physical, partner. None of them had ever been able to commit to a long term relationship, because none of them could find the security or satisfaction that they desired sexually. And when one of them needed to talk about a problem or worry sexually, or just share a fantasy or describe a desire or new experience that they had enjoyed, the other was always there.

Daniel and Melissa had a special bond, unlike any other two people.

Eventually, the question that they had both wanted to ask, but were afraid to, had come up in conversation. Why didn’t one of them fly across the Atlantic and meet the other in person? They both saw it as a risk; each of them had trouble bonding with another person in a relationship, and both of them had someone they could talk to about anything, but by meeting and taking their friendship to a more personal level, they might risk loosing what they had through their internet relationship.

They had finally decided it was worth the risk, and Daniel had booked his flight over to America.

The whole flight had been one of nerve wracking anticipation and anxiety. Finally, he was going to meet the one girl on the planet who he had managed to get close to, trusted and felt comfortable talking to about anything.

The plane descended towards the runway, and Daniel looked down at the airport terminal building, knowing that somewhere in there, Melissa was waiting for him.

***

Melissa paced up and down in the arrivals lounge. Daniel’s flight had been delayed by an hour, and in that time she had sat here getting more and more worked up about meeting him.

She was a natural worrier, and she was nervous about the potential hazards of actually meeting Daniel. What if they completely destroyed the relationship they had? But she had decided the risk was worth it, and in the deepest caverns of her imagination she wanted him to be her perfect man. She had tried to stop herself from getting too hopeful or expecting too much, but she knew herself that she had already fallen into the fantasy that Daniel was going to arrive and solve all the problems in her life, as far as finding a partner was concerned.

An hour of worry and apprehension finally ended when the doors opened and the stream of arrivals started pouring through. In the crowd she picked him out without difficulty; he had sent enough pictures of himself through the internet that she recognised him easily, and he was so tall – 6’4″ – that he stood above most of the crowd anyway. He was dressed in black jeans and a grey t-shirt, and had a large bag in each hand. She knew he had saw and recognised her also; his grey eyes were fixed on her as he strode towards her, a look of mixed happiness and nervousness on his face; exactly how she was feeling inside herself. She noted happily that he was as handsome in person as he looked in digital picture.

She stood waiting for him, her arms hanging loosely at her sides. She fought down an urge to run forward and throw herself at him, greet him like a husband or boyfriend returning home, but she resisted the urge. She wasn’t sure yet how things balıkesir escort were going to go, or even how she wanted them to go.

He stopped in front of her, looked down into her eyes as they made their first close physical contact.

“Hi Melissa.”

She had often tried to imagine how his voice would sound, usually as she was living through a sexual fantasy in her mind in which he featured, but it was softer, more gentle and even than she had imagined. His voice was out of balance with his appearance; he looked like a huge, powerfully built monster of a man, but he spoke with the voice of an intelligent and thoughtful man.

She restrained herself for only a heartbeat before she moved forward, closing the final two feet of distance between them, stepped close, raised her arms around his neck, and pulled herself to him. She felt his hands on her back as his arms closed round her.

“Hi Daniel,” she said. “It’s nice to see you at last.”

“Not half as nice as it is to see you,” he whispered into her ear as they stood holding each other in their first physical embrace.

His body felt as strong and solid as she had imagined it to be. Not too bulky, just tough and manly. She didn’t ever want to let him go; in these arms felt like the safest and warmest place in the world.

***

Daniel stood and breathed in the smell of Melissa. He had often wondered what kind of perfume she wore, and he now knew it was soft and sweet, a beautiful fragrance that he found quite arousing.

Her long curls tickled his chin as they stood in their embrace, her arms round his neck and his hands on the small of her back, holding her close. In all the pictures he had of her, and in all the times he had imagined her beside him, he never truly appreciated her full beauty. She had a natural quality that digital reproduction could never convey, and the softness, yet firmness, of her body against his was warmer and more arousing than he had thought it possibly could be.

In order to save any of them embarrassment or awkwardness as his loins started to react to her closeness, he pushed her out to arms distance, held her there to look at her face.

Her deep intelligent eyes regarded him in return, her hair framed a pale skinned face, and her white toothed smile was the most dazzling thing he had ever seen. So many times he had dreamt of kissing those lips, so strongly he wanted to, that he held back no longer. He bent forward and guided his lips to hers. They kissed for the first time, long, soft and delicately, their tongues darting in and out just very slightly, enough to touch and make it more than the lips-only kiss of lesser friends.

He ran his hands up her flanks, tracing the curves over her hips, into her slim waist and up her ribs, back down again, felt her hands run over his shoulders, biceps and chest.

When they eventually parted, he looked up and saw that everyone else had left the lounge. They stood alone in the large room, none of them having been aware of anything except each other.

“Guess we better get going,” he said to her. “Where are we going to anyway?”

Her already huge smile got even bigger and more beautiful, as she replied, “Straight to my flat I think. I was going to show you some of the city tonight, on the way there, but I think that can wait until tomorrow.”

His heart leapt and his breath caught at the implication he hoped was carried in that comment. Melissa didn’t want to waste any time in public; she wanted to be alone and in private as soon as possible.

With a tremendous amount of willpower, he removed his hands from her sides.

“Lead the way,” he said as he bent to pick up his bags.

She slipped her arm through his, and stood as close as the baggage would allow, as she guided him through the airport. Outside they got a cab, and Melissa gave the driver the directions to her flat.

They sat close, their legs pressed together, and their hands found each other to clasp. They sat, her pointing out landmarks and significant buildings as they passed through the city.

All Daniel could do was sit and admire this girl. She was the most beautiful and desirable woman he had ever seen. But she was also very intelligent, shared more common interests with him than anyone else he knew, and he wanted to make love to her more than he wanted, or ever had wanted, anything in his life. He knew what her sexual desires and preferences were, and he wanted to provide her with everything she wanted and needed. His breath was getting short and his pulse racing as he sat there gazing adoringly at Melissa.

Eventually, the cab reached the flats where Melissa lived.

***

Melissa talked for the entire cab ride. It was the only way she could stop herself from touching and kissing Daniel. Desire was overcoming her, the urge to just grab this man and do everything to him that she had ever wanted to do to a man. Often in the height of passion she had been too afraid to ask bartın escort her boyfriends of old about certain things, too unsure to suggest some new exciting sexual activity, but she knew Daniel understood and agreed with all of her passions and desires.

In him, she could have the ideal sexual partner she had wanted for so long. She had intended keeping him at bay at first, taking things slowly and waiting until she was sure that sex was the right way to go on his visit. But that initial embrace and kiss in the airport had settled her mind; she wanted him and she wanted him badly. Tonight, she would have her perfect lover.

When they reached the building in which she lived, she paid the driver as Daniel retrieved his bags from the trunk. She led him into the building’s foyer, up the elevator to her floor, and to her door. Her hand shook as she unlocked the door, opened it and led Daniel into her hallway.

She stepped aside and let him in, then closed and locked the door behind him.

“Just dump your bags there Daniel,” she told him, “we can unpack your things later.” She waved at the corner of the hallway.

As he lowered the heavy bags to the floor, she stepped closer to him, and was standing right beside him when he turned back to face her. She wasn’t sure who moved first, who reached out first, but suddenly they had their arms around each other again, their bodies close once more, their lips and tongues finding each other with unhindered enthusiasm. Gone was the delicacy and gentleness of the airport and their first meeting, gone were the worries of whether it was right or safe to go this far this fast. There was only her, him, and the passion and security they gave and shared with each other.

He was so strong, so powerful, yet also gentle and precise. His lips kissed her with careful control, and his tongue probed and rolled around her own mouth tenderly and softly.

She felt the enlarging of his dick through his jeans, felt the hard bulge press against her own loins, arousing her even more, starting the engorging and lubricating of her own sexual organs.

She ran her hands up and down his chest, appreciating the size and strength of his body, felt his hands do the same to her, his huge hands with their contradictory gentleness, massaging her buttocks, pressing their lower regions together harder, running up her sides, under her top and onto her skin.

She started to rub herself against his swell, moving up and down on her toes, feeling the sensation of his swollen dick push into her through their clothing as she ran herself along its solid bulge time and again.

“Let me show you around,” she said to him, pulling away and taking him by the hand. She led him straight up the hallway, past all the doors to the last one. Melissa opened that door and led Daniel into her bedroom.

“The four poster bed,” Daniel said with a smile as he looked around the room. That bed had been one of the things they talked about in their erotic e-mails, and the fun possibilities of its four posts.

***

Once he was in Melissa’s bedroom, and saw the four poster bed, the bed that had featured in so many of his private fantasies, Daniel gave up all desire to see any of the city on his one week stay. He wanted to stay in this room for the entire time.

Melissa propelled him towards that bed, shoved him down to sit on the mattress, the mattress that was a little softer than he had imagined it would be, but was still quite firm. She stood over him, looking down at him, a contemplative look on her face. He knew some of the options that would be running through her head right now, knew what she liked to do to a man once she allowed him into her bedroom. But rather than wait for her to decide what she wanted to do to him, he grabbed her by the waist, pulled her down towards him. Her legs fell to either side of his, and she knelt on the edge of the bed straddling him, her chest at his head height; perfect.

He pushed her top up, and she grabbed it with her own hands to lift it over her head. As it fell to the floor she reached behind herself and unclasped her bra. Daniel looked on in amazement and awe as this woman before him uncovered the most perfect pair of tits he had ever seen. They were just the right size; big enough to have some substance and cushion, but small enough to be manageable and fondled by a single hand. Her nipples were hard and erect, large and pointing straight out. He ran his hands up her body to cup those breasts, felt the delicious shape and weight of each in his hands, tweaked her nipples between fingers and thumbs, drawing a small moan of pleasure from her lips, heard her breathing grow in rapidity, then he pulled one of those nipples to his mouth. He massaged the hard point of her breast with his lips, rubbed the tip of it with his tongue, and nibbled gently with his teeth.

After a moment he switched to the other side, giving that nipple equal attention. As his mouth worked on one, his fingers worked batman escort on the other. Melissa was obviously enjoying it, as her breathing was getting louder and faster, and she had lowered her hips to rub herself against the bulge of his hard dick again.

Without warning he stopped, released her tits and fell back to lie on her bed. Her face came up in surprise, her eyes wild and questioning. Then as quickly as she had been deprived of pleasure, she sought a new source. She slid off of his legs and dropped to her knees on the floor beside the bed, between Daniel’s legs. He could only see her head and shoulders from his current position, then her hands came into view working on the button and zipper of his jeans. With one move she removed his denims and boxers, pulled them down his legs to allow his hard dick to stand straight up into the air, where it throbbed in anticipation.

He closed his eyes and laid his head back, giving Melissa the freedom to do whatever she wanted to his exposed cock.

He felt her hand wrap around his shaft, gripping him tightly, them start slowly and powerfully to pump up and down. Her breath came in ragged gasps as she stroked at him, her pace gradually increasing and her grip staying steady and strong. It felt wonderful, lying there having a beautiful girl whom he had only met in person for the first time less than two hours ago stroke at his dick with such carefully measured movement. The fantastic tingling tickle that ran up and down his dick with Melissa’s hand sent waves of pleasure pulsing out through his entire body, and the tension began to build in his balls as she drew him ever closer to coming. He started to move his hips up and down in time with Melissa’s strokes.

Then she stopped. Just when he was on the verge of firing his load all over her hand, Melissa released his dick, leant back away from him.

His dick throbbed, pulsed in a vain attempt to finish the job itself, but achieved nothing more than to send a dribble of pre-cum out of its head and running down the shaft. The major load of cum that Melissa had built up in him stayed locked away inside.

***

Melissa sat back on her heels, gazing at Daniel’s dick, waiting patiently. She had nearly lost control and drove him all the way, but she wanted to draw this out as long as possible before letting him come.

It was something that she really liked about sex, the one aspect of lovemaking that could make the difference between a good or a great night of passion. She liked to play as much as possible, to really extend the foreplay as long as she and her man could stand it. She liked to slowly torture her man by teasing him and bringing him to the brink of ejaculation, then slowing down or stopping altogether, and letting him calm down a bit before starting again.

She looked at the pulsating shaft of his cock, standing upright in all its glory, saw the little stream of pre-cum sliding down its length. She leant forward again, extended her tongue to its full length so that she could touch him with only the very tip. She started at his base and ran the point of her tongue up his shaft, as slowly as she could go, heard the satisfying groan of pleasure from up where Daniel’s head lay. She ran her tongue back down again, leaning in closer and pressing more of her tongue against him, feeling the throb of his muscles and the pulse of his blood vessels as she slid down him. She licked back up again, listening carefully to the speed of his breath and the urgency of his moans, decided that she could do some more before he came to the verge of climax again. She reached the head of Daniel’s dick, opened her mouth farther and closed her lips over him. She massaged the sides of his dick with her lips as her tongue worked in circles round the head, then she lowered her head, allowing him to slide into her mouth, ran her lips down then back up him, felt his hips push up in response as she went downward again. Several times she slowly ran her lips and tongue down and up him, then she sensed he was getting close again. She slid her mouth off of his dick, sat back again, watched in pleasure as his cock throbbed and his balls churned, listened in glee to the tormented moans coming from his lips.

“Stay there,” she said. “Don’t move.”

Daniel’s head came up to look at her questioningly as she stood. She simply pointed at him and repeated her order as she walked out of the room.

In the kitchen she opened the cupboard, rummaged to the back to find what she knew was hidden there, what she knew would bring both her and Daniel a new height of pleasure. It was something they had communicated a mutual desire to use sexually in their internet conversations, and she had made sure she had a tub of it here waiting for his visit.

She found the tub of Hard Shell Body Chocolate that she had purchased from the joke shop yesterday. It was one of those things that was meant to be bought and given as a funny or embarrassing present to somebody, but Melissa had long fantasised about the fun she could have with it.

She returned to the bedroom, where Daniel still lay where she had left him. His dick had lost some of its size and hardness in the wait. That was good; it meant his climax had subsided a bit so she could now have more fun again without risking going to far.

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Diana in the Woods, an Unclassical Tale of Metamorphosis

Part I (Diana’s Voice)

This is not my first time hiking the Appalachian Trail, but it is my first hike to Bridal Veil Falls. Until now, I’ve only driven through Roaring Fork. It’s hard to believe that this piece of untouched pristine forest exists so close to Gatlinburg. The rains have been heavy this year and the falls should be spectacular. I’m sitting in a booth at Waldo Pepper’s enjoying my coffee, when I hear someone say “Hello, I was wondering what happened to you.”

I turn, and see that it’s Neil. I saw him a couple of times on the trail, it’s his first time here. “Hi Neil” I say with a smile, “would you like to join me?” And with that he does, he orders coffee and we do the normal “trail” talk.

It seems he loves mountains, and there’s plenty of them along the trail. I ask him if he’s going to finish the trail and he say’s he’s not sure, and inquires as to what I’m doing. I tell him of my love for waterfalls and how I have always fantasized about showering under one, and I’m going to. He stretches his long frame, brushing his legs against mine under the table and says that he would like to see that.

I inquire as to whether or not he is alone and he says, “Are you interested?” I say no, not wanting to let on that I find him arousing. I tell him that I only wanted to show him around, seeing as I have spent lots of time here and this is his first visit.

Neil agrees and I ask him to accompany me to the Dixie Stampede in Pigeon Forge. I tell him what’s it about, it’s a dinner theater, with horses and trick riders, and an audience participation reenactment of the civil war. There are no utensils for eating the food, you have to use your hands, and it’s not too messy, just a lot of fun. Seeing as how I am a true southern belle, I ask for us to be seated in that section.

We are both laughing, enjoying the show and each others company, he loved the pig race. The drive back to our rooms in Gatlinburg only takes a few minutes, Neil and I are both staying at the Leconte, he walks me to my door. “I really enjoyed your company.” he says.

He kisses me on the cheek and turns to go. Neil looks back and asks if I’m sure I don’t want him to accompany me to the falls, laughing he says he would gladly pay for the privilege of watching me shower. I smile and say “Good night, Neil.”

It’s 5am, time to go. By the time I get to the falls it will be almost noon. It’s supposed to be 90 degrees today, perfect for skinny dipping. As I pull my car into the parking lot, I see I am the only one here. In a way I’m disappointed, I was hoping for some sort of audience, the thought of being watched during such an intimate moment arouses me. Maybe I should have brought Neil.

The trail is well worn from continuous use. It’s not a hard trail, just long. Eight miles, from the parking lot. I love the sounds of the forest. The singing of the birds, deer scurrying away, the air so clean and clear. The unmistakable fragrance of men’s cologne hangs in the air, so, I’m not alone. Once again the thought of being watched warms my loins. My heart quickens as I imagine the scene.

Almost there now, I can smell the water. Breaking through the trees, I see it, Bridal Veil Falls. It does look like a veil, coming down in a single stream, then hitting the rocks and spreading, falling over the outcropping. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful. I walk closer, bending down I dip my fingers in the water, cool, but not enough to keep me from taking a dip.

I am aware that I am being watched, the cologne drifting in on the breeze. Taking my time, desiring to put on a good show for my audience, I begin to undress. Boots first, then socks, I unzip my shorts and wiggle out of them, bending over slowly to pick them up as I step out of them. I take both hands and place them on my butt, caressing my cheeks, I slide my thong panties down to my knees and repeat the process, bending over slowly, and rising again, I turn my back to the falls, so my watcher can get a good look at me unbuttoning my blouse.

Still moving slowly, intending to cause bayburt escort great arousal to the person watching, I let my shirt fall to the ground and place my hands on my flat abdomen, sliding them slowly up my body and over my breasts. Reaching behind me, I unhook my bra and let it fall. I cup my breasts in my hands and turning I step into the cool water. It is chilly, I catch my breath and wade further, heading for the falls.

The water isn’t deep, and soon my body adjusts to the temperature. I look down at two very erect nipples, is it because of the cool water or because I’m being watched? Now, finally I am under the falls, the water feels so good streaming down my body. I am alone in thinking that this is the most erotic experience in the world. I lift my hands to catch the water, touching my face, letting one hand fondle my breast as the other slides down, down to my mound, seeking my sweetness, teasing my petals, lost in the feel of the water. I open my eyes to see Neil standing beside my pile of clothes, without speaking he undresses and steps into the water, walking toward me, his arousal evident, his manhood standing hard and erect against his body, I reach my hand out to him inviting him to join me…….

Part II (Neil’s Voice)

I accept the invitation, approaching you boldly, assuredly, with manifest desire. You retreat a bit, and playfully splash some water down low, dousing my desire, and then you scoop up a handful and sprinkle it over my face, in my hair. Taken aback, I stop. The birds scatter in the trees above. You scoop up another handful, again sprinkling my face, wetting my hair, my neck.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Just trying to remove the scent,” you reply. “I smelled your cologne from a distance. I like my men natural, very natural.”

Taking my cue, I dunk my head in the pool, covering it, washing out all the smell in the cool water, then surfacing and shaking myself off like a dog, spraying you with the drops. We laugh, and I resume my approach, my hunt.

Again, you retreat, this time all the way back into the plume of the falls: the water cascades against your neck, over your shoulders, sending up spray and hiding from sight the taut nipples that had stood out like a beacon guiding me into your arms. It almost seems now as if you are blushing. Coyly, you cover your bosoms with an arm and your little patch of venus fur with a hand, holding me off, making me all the more desirous. I’m not a man to be teased.

“Where are your hounds, Neil? Did you leave them behind?”

“Yes, of course, I only take them out when I am hunting. Why do you ask?”

“Just curious.”

The coolness of the water, your reserve, your questions, have had its effect, and my ardor begins to subside. I must look forlorn. I’ve been sprouting horns for you forever it seems. I have always loved tomboys, the Annie Oakleys, and you, Diane, I thought to myself, were always the best: you knew the woods better than the guys, you were faster on the track than any woman and most of the men, and you knew how to shoot better than sew.

For years, I had been consumed with desire, sparked by your athletic body and ignited by your intelligence, your creativity. You had given the best paper and oral report on Faulkner’s “As I Lay Dying” in high school dazzling not just the students but Mr. Hicks and Mr. Morgan with your passion, your poise, your poetry. Even your teachers had crushes on you.

Now, as if reliving a nighttime teenage fantasy, you are before me, nude, au naturel in body as well as spirit. You notice my look of dismay, and your face breaks into a grin, your eyes lighten up and then they smolder with fire, drawing a bead, the huntress Diana. Your arms unfold, and you beckon me forward.

As I approach, your hands dip into the water, deep, not to come up splashing this time, but to find the quarry. You grasp and cradle my balls, tightly, with meaning. I harden again instantly. You draw me towards you, as if seizing a javelin, a spear to hunt some wild boar you’ve spotted crashing through the woods. I look back, over my bilecik escort shoulder, checking to make sure no one has spotted us, that we are alone, in peace. “Now tell me,” you ask, blushing slightly, “exactly what were you thinking as I stripped off my clothes?”

“Oh, my God,” I replied, “What wasn’t I thinking? When you wiggled out of your shorts, I was thinking about all the times in literature class when I dreamed that you would use your muse of fire to write me love poetry, an erotic story. When you unhooked your bra, I remembered all the times I stripped you naked in my mind as you ran around in your warm up suit and track outfit. When I saw the thong and when it came off, I remembered all the times I had lain awake in bed, torn apart by the hounds of lust, fantasizing about making love to you by streams, in caves, on cliffs, in meadows, amidst wild flowers. I’ve wanted you for so long. I swear I’ve been hard ever since our legs brushed together at the restaurant.”

“You know how much I love the mountains, this trail. You love it too. You know it as well as I do, maybe better. I wanted you to come with me so bad. I’m a little shy, sometimes. But not out here. Come now and know me. Come explore me. Come hunt for whatever you want, whatever you desire. Take me, mountain man, take me.”

Quickly, wordlessly, we lock together in a tight embrace, a mix of affection and lust, and you make it more intense, the strength of your arms crushing us together. I reply with the passion of my lips, the desire of my tongue, skipping the soft stuff, going straight up into overdrive, pressing you back against the outcropping, prodding your inner thighs with my cock, informing you of my strength, my desire, my passion, trapping your bosoms in my grasp, then manhandling your nipples, your loins, your butt, everything. Maybe I’m too rough at first. You free yourself from my grasp and lean back on the rocks, catching your breath, giving me a little time out signal with your hands. You make me want to tear my hair off, tear my skin off and unleash the Satyr of sex within me, pouncing on you from behind, a hound in heat, fucking you doggie style, hard and deep, driving you wild, unleashing you from the lace of Southern bellehood, turning you into a black leather dress woman, a leopard-skin pantied woman, a tigress of sex. In my lust, however, I am metamorphosed: the surging passion of my cock spreads its heat, like a backfire forming inside me, and its flames lick up to my heart, and I become, in the instant, it seems, a changed man, no longer a beast, a satyr, but your lover.

You can smell my true scent now, and you can see it in my eyes. I whisper, “I love you.” Your legs part open for me, and I feel again like an animal in heat, a stag ready to rut, but now I am also half-god, a man possessed with a “Song of Solomon” love. For a moment, you appear to me like a queen, a goddess, on some ancient throne, expecting me to kneel down, to worship your diadem. But you have made me strong, cockstrong, and I want you to feel my power. You want my tender tongue, and I want to be thrusting deep inside you. I stride up to you, my cock in my hand, wiggling it for you up and down, strutting my stuff, displaying my self-evident size, air fucking. But you turn away, jumping off the rock and into the water, back to the falls, the stream.

I follow you, my quarry. I plunge after you, catching you by your legs. I pull you towards me, as if you are caught in a net, and I lift you up and turn you upside down, like some cheerleader routine, flopping your legs over my shoulders, cunt now in my face, your head falling down me behind me, backwards, almost touching the water. I tongue you hard, fast, relentlessly, until you tense for a moment and then relent. Your body becomes limp, soft, and I take you up in my arms, cradling your body, a groom taking his bride over the transom, a man taking his captured prey into Bridal Veil Falls. In our rutting we have become too hot and sweaty, and we sink down into the water, still embracing, and then we arise in its flow, its cascade: the water hitting our heads, our bingöl escort chests, our shoulders, soothing us and invigorating us, nature’s own jacuzzi, and then I, stand behind you, doubling the pleasure: the power of the falls is matched by the power of my hands, an X-rated Swedish massage.

I enwrap you in my arms and feel you up all over: hands rubbing up and down your sides…hands circling you flat, hard stomach…hands caressing your boobs, enjoying every contour and curve…hands and fingers strumming your nipples, keeping them taut, making them sing and dance….a hand going down and grasping your pussy tighter than any thong, a finger sliding up and down its length, pressing just inside, entering furtively. I then lift you off the ground, arms under your legs, holding you open, calling upon the forces of nature to take you, to pleasure you, as if you are sneaking in a bath in the middle of the dog days of August, letting the spigot of water do all the work as you cool yourself down, giving yourself the little hidden pleasure you deserve and need, the chance to romance yourself, escaping in your fantasies to waterfalls all around the world, escaping into the arms of a hidden admirer, a stranger on an elevator, or a man who knows the woods, a man who knows how to pleasure a woman as if he were a woman, a man with rough, calloused hand but soft enough and slow enough to enter you after the flute finishes on “Bolero” and not come until the end, with you, in full orchestral accompaniment.

The eroticism of the waterfall arouses us fully, readying us for our own plunging fury. I turn you around, and as I lift, you hop a bit into my arms, your legs wrapping around me, tight, your hands clasping behind my neck, your pussy brushing up against my cock, and then you wiggle yourself onto me, provoking from both of us a little gasp, and then you suck me in and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze, making me groan in pure joy, loud and louder and loudest. You have the tightest love muscles I have ever felt, the love muscles of a goddess, of a huntress who can catch her quarry and never let go. I want to hold you there forever, almost still and almost silent, the wetness of Bridal Veil Falls circling around us, covering us in its mist and spray, and the wetness of your pussy circling around my cock, surrounding me in its moistness, in its honey-thick nectar, the inner ambrosia of the goddess Diana, each squeeze another arrow from her quiver sent into my heart. Instinctively, the ancient rhythm begins, the rhythm of lovemaking: rocking slightly together, then steadily together, and then our cock and cunt become one: pumping together faster and faster, as my hands grasp your butt, pulling you tight against me, and then playing with your butt like a helium balloon, keeping it bouncing in the air, letting it fall a bit and then striking it back up, generating a rhythm of play and passion, and as you climb near the top, ready to fall, I swing us both back towards the plunging water. plunge inside you, again and again, harder than the falls, with quick, fast strokes, until you rise high, and stop, arching back in ecstasy, as you spasm and shudder, and I keep shaking you up until every little shiver is over, until your are wrung out of pleasure, like a beautiful natural sponge squeezed dry, like bread dough kneaded and stretched and left to rise. We collapse, sinking back into the water, ready, to drown out the world and every sound but our own beating hearts and the rushing water of Bridal Veil Falls. But then the huntress discovers that the hunt is not over: you reach for my manhood, and find it, still hard. You raise me up and encircle me from behind, grasping my cock, pumping it hard, as your bosoms push into my back, impelling me forward, back into the stream of the falls, its spumes of water falling on my cock as you pump it and pump it, its length straining like a salmon fighting its way up stream, until you make it a fountain, a falls, in its own right.

We linger together, in the water, only our heads showing above the surface so we can focus on our eyes. We trade kisses and then thoughts. We talk about our favorite places on the trail, wondering if there is any special place, a secret spot, the other does not know about, a hidden erogenous zone, like a male nipple that has never been played with before by a woman who knows the favorite trails, the spots, the secrets of a man’s body. We each make a suggestion.

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Note: This is story is an extension of Shiprat’s story Indian Social Worker and The Bully. Shiprat left his story open ended. The part which disturbed me most was plight of Shikha. I think Shikha indeed behaved like a wayward person but she was manipulated to do so and I firmly believe she deserves a second chance for redemption.

I request everybody initially to go through Shiprat’s story for better understanding. Finally I would like to thank Shiprat, without his contribution this story would have never been written. I tried to contact Shiprat about same but as no reply came from him so I decided to move forward with my idea. So here is my small contribution.

***

Sunaina the receptionist ushered the last patient of the day into the office. Dr. Kiran was pleasantly surprised to see his patient; she looked something around 30 years of age, dressed in loose white shirt and long green skirt and was very attractive indeed. But along with the charm and attractiveness there was a shadow of apprehension and melancholy on her face.

“Hello Shikha!” Kiran said, with a warm smile. “I prefer to use first names, it makes people more relaxed, so please call me Kiran. It’s nice to meet you, please take a seat.”

“Oh thank you doctor, I mean Kiran.” Shikha said nervously.

“I have been appointed to examine and follow up of your case from our mutual friend Dr. Nita.” Kiran paused for a moment to check Shikha’s reaction. But none came from her.

He continued, ” She had to attend a conference about mental health at London and will stay there atleast for two months. So she has transferred your case to me. I think she has already corresponded about it to you too.”

Shikha nodded silently in affirmation.

Kiran smiled and continued, “Good. First of all don’t worry at all. See I am a qualified GP and also a qualified psychologist. My field of expertise is helping people of both sexes with sexual problems, whether they be physical or emotional or both.”

“Nita has informed me everything about your unfortunate incident with Lallan and his rogues and the subsequent separation from your husband.”

Shikha’s eyes started flowing involuntary and her body flinched as she heard her tormentor’s name. For a moment the room filled will heavy and uneasy silence.

“I am extremely sorry about the trials and tribulations you had to go through. But you are in an absolute safe place now.” He said softly holding her hand.

“Trust me what happened between you and Lallan was not your fault at all. You always hated that sick bastard. He just simply took advantage of your loneliness and your vulnerability. He manipulated you and got you into an extremely unhealthy abusive episode of perverted sex and violence just to satisfy bursa escort his own sick needs. You have done absolutely correct and courageous act by sending him to jail.”

Shikha gave a half hearted smile after hearing this.

“After studying your case thoroughly, I can definitely say that you are neither a sex addict nor an abuse addict. You are perfect normal girl who deserves love, happiness and a perfect normal relationship. And believe me there is absolutely nothing in the world which can’t be fixed.” Kiran asserted by softly squeezing her hand.

Shikha was now on verge of emotional breakdown. She had almost forgotten that how it is felt to be loved. Lallan had really messed up with her body and mind which needed heavy repair but with soft, kind and careful touch and approach.

She started sobbing and breathing heavily. Kiran tried to calm her down with glass of water. But her emotions were too overwhelming. After emptying the glass she continued her soft sobs. She curled in her chair and started crying uncontrollably.

“Don’t be ashamed, feel free cry as much as you can!” Kiran said consoling her and brushing her scalp with his firm hand.

After the huge outburst of tears and emotions Shikha tried to compose herself. She apologised for her outburst and said, “Please Kiran, I really want you to save me from this web of torment. I don’t want to fall in that abyss again. I want to go back and live my life as a normal person. Help me out. PLEASE!”

“Definitely, that is why I am appointed.” Kiran assured her by patting on her shoulder.

He further continued, “It’s my prime duty to save you from this dark path of violence, hate and abuse. And guide you to path of love and normalcy. But for that I would need your 100% trust and co-operation! Are you willing to do that?” Kiran asked.

Shikha nodded affirmatively. Taking her hands into his he guided her to the sofa. “Do you trust me?” Kiran asked Shikha again nodded affirmatively.

“Now you have to listen carefully follow my instructions. In case you are not comfortable we will end this session then and there.”

Kiran looked in Shikha’s eyes they were filled with guilt, shame, despair, sorrow, humiliation and defeat. She tried to look away but Kiran firmly held her cheeks and brought his face so near that she could feel his warm breaths on her cheeks.

Shikha looked at his cabin door anxiously. Kiran understood her concern and replied, “Don’t worry at all you are my last patient for the day, the door is locked and my receptionist has left for home already.”

Kiran touched her face and cheeks again with sympathy and compassion. He softly but firmly kissed on her forehead, her eyes. He tasted her moist çanakkale escort and salty cheeks. Shikha closed her eyes waiting for Kiran to make his next move. He asked her to open her eyes. Then he hugged her and softly kissed her lips.

That was the touch which Shikha longed for. She felt an unfamiliar but assuring warmth in Kiran’s arms. After Lallan’s absence and few sittings with Nita she regained her senses and she started feeling disgust towards abusive sex which she longed everytime when Lallan brutally raped and abused her. Shika felt Kiran’s touch soothing and healing both to her mind and her body.

He softly kissed her ears and whispered, “You are very beautiful and very strong woman Shikha. Not just physically but mentally and emotionally too. You are born to be loved, adored and respected.”

Saying this Kiran started undressing her slowly. Shikha felt warmth and moisture building in her loins and was too much surprised about her positive responses to the sensual romantic advances of a unknown person whom she just met. The one which she never felt even with her husband Anup.

Kiran slowly unbuttoned her shirt and kissed her cleavage. He laid his palms on her both soft mounds and gently squeezed them. Shikha sighed. He started peeling her layer by layer, both physically, emotionally and mentally.

Kiran was extremely shocked and saddened to see the healing scars and bruises of Lallan’s brutal acts on her body. “Oh Shikha!” He sighed and hugged her with an honest compassion. He was disturbed to the core, by marks and scars that were left by Lallan and his associates on Shikha’s body. He softly touched her wounds and bruises with his fingers .

“Please love me Kiran, tonight I want to put behind all these dark memories and scars behind. Love me and free me from this pain.”

Shikha cried from bottom of her heart! Kiran felt Shikha’s tears dampening his shirt and his hands started gently caressing contours of her buttocks. He searched and found zip and buckle of her skirt. Soon it fell and lied crumpled on floor.

Now Shikha had her modesty covered only in her lingerie, a very conservative white bra and panties. She had stopped wearing skimpy clothes even internally after the last horrific episode with Lallan and his brute associates. Kiran took his time to undress himself till he was left only in his brief containing a very powerful and straining erection. Shikha was eagerly and anxiously watching the movements happening inside Kiran’s brief.

Kiran looked at Shikha and smiled. Shikha responded back a bear hug. Kiran felt her heart thumping very loud near his bare chest. After caressing her back he putting his fingers behind her back smoothly unhooked her bra and çankırı escort let it fall.

Instinctively Shikha covered her breasts which were marred by bites from Lallan’s teeth. “Don’t hide those scars let me see and heal them.”

He then kissed on her breast and latched himself on her jet black tits. He swirled his tongue around them making them rock hard and sucked them like a hungry child sucking raw mangoes. Unlike Lallan he took utmost care not to hurt them.

Shikha’s mind was now filled with surging emotions and lust. Both her mind and body were extremely aroused, feeling warm and happy again. Infact she was feeling sensations in her body which she never felt even during her brutal ravishment by Lallan. She held Kiran close and pushed whole mound of breast inside his warm mouth. She started moaning with every swirl of his tongue around her erect nipple. She covered her mouth with her palm to minimise her moans.

“Don’t!” Kiran said by taking her hand away from her mouth. “Moan as much as loud you can. Free yourself from every restraints.” And he touched her damp panties.

“Oh God!” Shikha gasped as she felt his fingers probing her pussy over the panties.

“I think it’s an absolute correct time to get rid of those. Can I?” Kiran asked.

Shikha was so overwhelmed that she couldn’t reply anything. She just made a soft noise from her throat as a consent.

Finally Shikha was in her most vulnerable state. But even after that she felt very protected and safe around her psychatrist who had opened treasures of true love, emotional and passionate sex to her.

Kiran then carefully parted her pussy lips and drove his swift tongue inside her nethers like a serpent swishing in a jungle.

Shika’s gasped and moaned. Kiran inserted his tongue deep insidek and started exploring her. He softly teased those pussy lips with his fingers and parted them slowly until her clit was visible. He gently but firmly licked it.

“Hmmmmphhh!” Shikha moaned and body shuddered from head to toe. Her body was simmering with passion and lust. She firmly held Kiran’s mouth against her pussy and spread her thighs more to give more access to her most intimate area of her body.

Kiran doubled her erotic pleasure on her pussy by introducing his shapely fingers inside her wet and warm cavern.

Finally Shikha exploded like a bomb and it’s impact was felt on the bed, Kiran’s face as well on her trembling body!

After he finished Kiran washed and wiped his face. While Shikha on bed was still trying to recover herself and making sense of events which just happened with her.

“Well I am really happy about your quick and positive response towards therapy Shikha, I think you will need two to three more sessions for complete recovery. So see you next week, same time.” Kiran said and kissed her lips.

Shikha now completely recovered, freshened up and dressed up herself. She kissed Kiran goodbye on his lips left the clinic with a heartfelt smile and exciting thoughts about her next appointment.

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The rich breeze flew into the open door of the hotel room, curtains wafting to and fro against the glass as an impeccable dressed man watched mesmerized. He sat in his recliner with a glass of cognac in his hand, looking out at the oceanfront, the setting sun creating an atmosphere for him that couldn’t possibly be replicated. He sighed softly, opening his eyes. After taking a sip of his drink, he set it down on the glass table next to him. He looked at his wrist, the watch marking the hour of eight. The casino should be open now, he thought, rising to his feet.

Arriving only that morning, he set out to enjoy what the night had to offer and perhaps if luck smiled on him, he’d walk away with more than just money in his pocket. Before all other things, he was a businessman and tomorrow would be the first of several meetings with some well-known executives in his business. If he was going to get any kind of diversion, it would have to be tonight.

He took a quick look in the mirror, pleased by the clean shaven look against his darkly rich skin. The suit he had on wasn’t of tuxedo formality, but it presented a professional image he’d worked hard to attain, its clean lines molding to every muscle from chest to thigh. He grinned, perfect white teeth gleaming. His ex would call the look ‘spank-me hot’. She was all tits and ass, from what he remembered, but she didn’t have anything that vaguely resembled a brain. Even the sex became mechanical after a while and soon he lost interest.

After grabbing his wallet and key card, he made for the elevator to the lobby of Hotel Andalusia Plaza. In the elevator were two women and a man. Two of them were obviously a couple, deep in conversation about something that happened on the beach. The other woman was alone, with a somewhat forlorn look on her face. She seemed preoccupied with something, her fingers fidgeting with the guardrail on the elevator. He entered, taking his place next to her. Immediately, his senses peaked when he caught the innocent scent of baby powder coming from her. He was no stranger to beautiful woman and she certainly qualified. Her figure was curvy in all the right places and from a profile view, she had just the right amount of breasts to show off in that scintillatingly tiny red dress of hers. Her hair was jet black, flowing down to the middle of her back. His eyes couldn’t help but notice the generous ass God had graced her with. In one word, she was hot.

Suddenly, her eyes turned to look at him, sensuous hazel eyes that had his dick stirring. He was surprised by the luminescent glow of her skin, her pale whiteness in spite of his dark skin definitely giving his dick a wake up call.

“Hi,” she said shyly, in what he thought was a French-sounding accent. It was only one word, so he couldn’t be sure.

“Hi, there,” he said with an easy smile. “Where’re you from?”

“Montreal,” she responded. Her accent was definitely confirmed as French. He always had a thing for French-Canadien girls, but was never presented with any opportunities with one. Until now, that is. “You?”

“Oh, I’m from New York,” he responded, then held out his hand. “My name’s Shawn, by the way.”

She took Shawn’s hand and gave it a firm shake. Damn, he thought. If her grasp is this good on my hand, imagine it on my — “Clarisse. Pleased to meet you, Shawn.”

The elevator was nearly at the lobby and Shawn realized if he didn’t make his move soon, the opportunity was going to fly out the door.

“Listen, Clarisse,” he started on a rushed breath, “as it turns out, I don’t have a companion for dinner. Would you care to join me?”

The elevator doors opened and the couple beside them exited. He watched Clarisse mull the dinner idea over, but she gave him a sad smile.

“I wish I could, Shawn. But I already have plans to meet with a friend of mine for dinner,” she admitted softly, her chin lowering slightly. Strands of her hair fell forward into her face, so she brushed it away with her French manicured fingertips. “Perhaps another time?”

With that, she walked away before Shawn could utter another word. Damn, he thought. What the hell was going on here? She left him hanging on a rhetorical question that no doubt meant no. He sighed, shaking his head in disbelief. Instead of following her into the sole restaurant in the hotel, he walked off toward the casino, hoping his luck would be better at the blackjack table.

An hour or so had passed and he’d amassed kuşadası escort a decent amount of money, working his way from 100 euros to 1500 in that span of time. Although his head was focused on the game, he couldn’t help but wonder about that beauty Clarisse. She was not a typical French-Canadien girl, having encountered his share of them when he was in his late teen years. No, he thought. There was a demure quality about her that made him want to know more. It made him want to just dip into that innocence and let it wash over him. Dip into so many things…

“Señor…” the dealer said, trying to bring Shawn’s attention back to the game. “Your turn.”

Shawn stared at the easy hand before him. He had a twenty and the dealer had a six showing. There was nothing for him to do. Signaling that he was going to stay with his hand, the dealer moved along to the next player. This would be his last hand for now, he thought. She should be gone from the restaurant by now.

The dealer’s losing three-card 26 was a fitting end to a clean session. Shawn gathered his winnings and cashed out, without pause making his way toward the restaurant. Strangely enough, Clarisse was still sitting at the bar, milking a glass of red wine. Whoever she was supposed to meet stood her up. Second chances are a rare thing to come by and Shawn made certain to make his count.

“Clarisse!” he signaled to her. Her head rose to see him standing there, still smiling. She returned the heartfelt grin and strode over to him. “What in the world are you doing here waiting? A beautiful woman should never be left waiting.”

At that compliment, she blushed profusely, pressing her hand against her cheek to soften the redness.

“My date never showed up. I don’t know what happened,” she responded. When he held out his hand, she immediately took it and allowed him to guide her to a secluded booth under sultry lights deep in the corner of the restaurant. As she sat, Shawn noticed how her skirt raised high on her thigh and wondered just how much of a French-Canadien girl she really was.

Their conversation started out simply enough, with the normal “What do you do” type questions. A meal and several drinks later, their banter turned somewhat more intimate. Shawn had to ask the question that was racking his brain.

“Clarisse,” he said in a whisper, turning to her. “I have to know. Are you wearing any underwear?”

Her eyebrows rose at the question, but she wasn’t shocked in the least. He was coming to learn that she was very open about her sexuality and perhaps this was the first of many questions to be answered that night.

“No, of course not,” she said matter-of-factly. “It would disturb the lines of this dress and I can’t have that, can I?” Her teasing tone gave Shawn a signal that she probably would accept something more forward on his part. She stole that opportunity from him by the sly movement of her hand across his thigh and onto the bulge that had continually ailed him for the last hour’s worth of conversation. “Ooh, does this mean you’re not wearing underwear either, Shawn?”

The question didn’t seem to make sense to him at the moment, but it didn’t matter. Her hand was pressed solidly against him and there was no way in hell he was removing it. When her fingers began to stroke his length through his pants, he held his breath to see if she would do more. Thankfully, there was a long tablecloth hiding their teasing motions from prying eyes. Clarisse leaned in close to him, that innocent scent haunting him again.

“I’m going to do something for you, Shawn. Tell me if someone is coming…”

Her hand knocked over her knife ‘accidentally’, then leaned over toward his lap in a mock attempt to retrieve it. Keeping his wits about him, Shawn continued to take a drink from his glass of wine, every now and then glancing down at her desire to release him. Cool air greeted his skin once she released him but it did not dim his erection any. Clarisse gripped him in one hand at the base, running her moist tongue across the engorged plum tip of his dick. Shawn shuddered at the sudden warmth on his cock, beads of his semen appearing as she rose up and took a breath. At that moment, the waiter came over to the table and in the corner of his eye, he watched Clarisse disappear fully under the tablecloth.

“Is everything alright, sir?” he asked politely, taking a look at his order book. “Would you like some more wine, kocaeli escort perhaps?”

Shawn struggled to get a few words out. “Everything’s… just fine. More wine… is good.”

“Certainly, sir. Would you like to take a look at the dessert menu?” the waiter continued, when Shawn thought he was going to get the wine.

Go the fuck away! “No dessert. Just the…wine. And the check,” he said, the last words coming out as muttered when Clarisse’s mouth completely encircled his cock, deep-throating him until he could feel her tonsils against his sensitive tip. Once the waiter disappeared, he muttered, “Dammit, woman. You’re gonna get us caught!”

“Mais oui,” she whispered after removing his dick from her mouth. Her eyes glanced up at his, hazel eyes and pouty mouth making his cock bob up and down in excitement. “Can we take this elsewhere?”

He nodded, watching her lick what remained of his pre-cum off. It was so exciting that he had to pull his cock away from her; she was so entranced with it. Reluctantly, she returned to her seat next to him, undeniably moist between her legs from her adventure beneath the table. While they waited for a quick glass of wine, Shawn took it upon himself to give a little payback. He slipped his hand beneath her dress, a lone finger stroking her wetness. God, she was so fucking wet already. Her face reddened when he started to circle around her clit, a rhythmic motion that had her on the road to orgasm. Without regard for where they were, she began to groan, bracing her hands on the seat and pressing her hips into his hand.

“Don’t you dare come at this table, Clarisse,” warned Shawn, stopping the intense pressure on her.

“No, don’t stop,” she begged, her eyes narrowing. “Please.”

Shawn shook his head at the lusty woman before him. He couldn’t wait to get himself buried deep inside her, to feel her warmth enveloping him. Ah!

“Upstairs,” he promised, removing his hand from under her dress.

The waiter took forever to retrieve the check, but after a few minutes, he returned and it was promptly paid by Shawn. They practically dragged each other across the lobby into the elevator. He pressed the top floor button and once the doors closed, his hands were on Clarisse’s hips, indenting her stomach with his erection. They kissed fiercely, tongues dueling and sucking in each other’s juices. Shawn picked up Clarisse and wrapped her legs around his hips.

“Oh fuck,” he muttered, lowering the edge of her dress to reveal her nipple. He went at it, taking it all into his mouth, flicking its hardness between his teeth. She moaned loudly, grinding into him until his pants were wet with her juices. The elevator door opened and thankfully there was no one wanting to get on. They would have been in for a show.

Strong legs held Clarisse up as they walked toward Shawn’s hotel room. His hands couldn’t release her to reach in his pocket for the key.

“You’re going to have to get my key, Clarisse,” he said, leaning his head toward his right pocket. She took an extraordinarily long time getting around to the pocket, taking a circuitous route over his cock in the process.

Eventually, she got the key and opened the door. Once inside, Shawn let Clarisse down to rid himself of his jacket; she did the honors of disrobing his lower half, immediately pushing down his pants and boxers in one felt swoop. Shawn kicked all of it away, shoes and all, then set about getting Clarisse naked. She needed to be naked. Right now.

Reading his mind, Clarisse pulled the little red dress over her head, leaving her completely nude since she wore no underwear. Her breasts were swollen, nipples large as dimes and as sensitive as her clit probably was in that moment. His eyes couldn’t take anymore and neither could his cock. He guided her over to the bed in a rush, lowering her to the rumpled sheets from his earlier rest and went to work. Her legs opened wide, revealing her smoothly shaved pussy.

“Oh, shit! I didn’t expect this…” he exclaimed, eager to get his head in and munch.

Clarisse’s hand grabbed his head, pressing his ready tongue between her legs. “Lèche-moi…” she said, repeating it until his tongue fulfilled her request, licking at her clit with his wet tongue. It took no time at all until he was completely engrossed in her pussy, using his teeth to hold her clit steady, pushing his tongue deep into her in a thrusting motion. A small sheet of sweat broke konya escort out on her skin, Shawn’s hands having a difficult time of keeping his hands steady on her skin. “Merde…”

She cursed Shawn’s errant mouth and the devilish things it was doing. While he was busy below, Clarisse played with her nipples which were already taut and sensitive to the point of madness. Her legs tightened around his head, fingers digging into the mattress as she arched into his mouth, her orgasm potent. Deep inside, his tongue felt the clenching of her muscles and knew she was coming. He was surprised when he felt a squirt of liquid splash onto his face and for a moment, he sat mystified at her squirting ability. He’d heard of women that could ejaculate like men, but never did he experience it.

Shawn didn’t wait for her to recover. Instead he propped up her hips under a pillow and with a brief pass of the head of his cock against her vaginal lips and the juice that was flowing from her, he thrust deep into her, to which they both groaned loudly.

“Oh yeah…” he groaned, basking in the powerful feeling of being fully buried in her. Clarisse wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. “Ah…”

Clarisse began muttering unintelligible words in French with each thrust Shawn made. Wanting to be in deeper, he raised her legs until her knees were pressed against her chest and with precision, angled in so deep that he touched her womb. She cried out in pleasure-pain at the deep penetration, reaching in to titillate her clit.

He felt his balls tighten and knew he was at his limit. “Where do you want it, Clarisse? Where do you want it?” His voice was deep, almost evil in its resonance.

“I want to suck it all down,” she begged, watching him pull out. She sat up quickly, opened her mouth and waited for the hot load to shoot into her. Shawn stroked himself up and down at the head, then brought her mouth to his cock so she could suck him as he came. The hot blast flew to the back of her throat, Clarisse struggling to keep all of it inside her mouth without gagging. Only a trickle of semen dripped from her lips, her eyes rising to look into his.

“Shit, that was something…” he said, taking a deep breath to recover. Her body lounged back on the bed for a second, then she turned over onto her stomach suddenly. “What is it?”

Clarisse started raising her ass to his view. She had an amazing ass, round and firm with just the amount of give so that he could smack it. Even after that amazing orgasm, he felt himself grow firm again just thinking about getting into her again, this time in her ass. Maybe that’s what she had in mind. Shawn watched her reached beneath her to start thrust her fingers in and out of her pussy, her thumb strumming her clit back into awareness. She was insatiable! Between the view of her pussy being stroked again and her moans of pleasure, Shawn was ready to go again for round two.

“Hold on a minute,” he chuckled, running his hand over her ass. Then, he gave it a resonant smack that left his handprint in red. She jerked against him with a yelp, but he could tell by the clench of her muscles when he dipped his finger in her pussy that she enjoyed it. Again and again, he smacked her ass until she was red and throbbing in pain. But the pain subsided and all that was left was pleasure and the feel of Shawn’s dick dipping into her pussy for lubricant. The knob of his cock pressed cautiously against her, easing slowly into her until she reached behind and took him into her hands.

“Fuck me, already!” she begged, thrusting his cock full force into her ass. “Ah!”

Overwhelmed by the move, Shawn held her hips steady and pumped into her tight hole as best he could, until he could take the tightness no longer and with a raw shout, came deep inside her. Clarisse shuddered with another orgasm, her juices landing on the bed. They both collapsed onto the bed, completely spent in their frenzy to satisfy each other. He pulled out of her and sat back on his haunches.

“That was very enjoyable,” she smiled, her voice sexy as she caressed his chest. Clarisse fell back on the bed, dozing off before Shawn’s eyes.

Amazing, his dick didn’t want to be quiet. As soon as his eyes devoured Clarisse’s entire body, he was hard all over again. His eyes turned to the clock on the wall. It was only midnight. There was a whole lot of night left. Shawn disappeared into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. He returned to the room and shook Clarisse awake. Her eyes blinked open, saliva dripping from her lips at his renewed erection. When her mouth surrounded him for the umpteenth time that night, he closed his eyes and relished the marvel of it… and let himself fall in to the pool of arousal all over again.

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This is a work in progress, but I’ve been slaving at it too long and am beginning to wonder if it’s getting away on me. All my old “fans” and anyone else who reads it, please rate, review, and give me your honest opinion.

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Part 1

The old Metro Theater was one of the few remaining buildings in Old Towne. A fire had claimed most of Morris in 1923, with the exception of this, since it was brick, not so flammable as the wooden storefronts that had surrounded it; and perhaps four square blocks of sprawling Victorian and plantation-style homes, already considered old at the time. The half dozen or so still standing were definitely seeing the ravages of time. They had all been converted into between four and seven apartments each, courtesy of the local slum-lord. Mostly they were populated by the seedier aspect of those who worked the various warehouses and trucking companies which made up the majority of the district.

Melissa had moved in from out of state, right after her world caved in on her. She had never left. Well, that was not exactly true. Her apartment was good for sleeping, cleaning up, avoiding life when she chose, and a few times, none recently, a night of sin and debauchery. No one who actually knew her knew where she lived. She didn’t care to say, and spent her time in the downtown area where she worked a hipster coffee bar/cabaret. Or as hip as you get in a city of under a hundred thousand, anyway.

Not many crossed the river into Old Towne. Why would they? Really, the only attraction was the Metro. Even Melissa, who drove by it nearly every day, had never attended. Tonight she found herself there, haphazardly, after an hour of cruising with Mark. Usually they just drove around town or up into the hills, but tonight they were crammed into hard plastic chairs, watching Monte Python for the fortieth time. Dark and musty, ripe with scents of butter and salt, the spacious high ceilinged cavern-room echoed once and damped in its weird acoustics as the second show of the double feature ran opening credits. Obviously, the management had recently revamped the sound system. There had been talk around town of some kind of grant and a restoration. Stereo surround-sound harkened from all corners. Overpowering at times, at others, it only tickled auditory perceptions.

They sat in two narrow seats, mid-row. Two long-deprived people, splitting an armrest and cup holder, sharing air and space and skin, were experiencing a heightened awareness of each other. The others sprinkled around them, breathing, rustling, they paid no mind to.

It started accidentally, knee brushing knee, “Oops, sorry!”

“That’s okay.” However, a question had been posed in that simple gesture. As though she’d been shocked, such was the jolt. Melissa’s nerves tingled up her thigh and straight to her gut, where giddiness diffused slowly to far quadrants. Touch was needed and necessary. She parted her lips, and licked them nervously, holding back her want.

In the same shape himself, Mark understood why she did nothing further. The easy answer was because he was the man, and it was expected that he’d take the lead in such matters. It went beyond that, though. She respected his distance, albeit somewhat grudgingly. For as long as she’d known him up until a month ago, he’d always been involved. Plus, his major in college had been theology and he planned to go to seminary as soon as he scraped up the money. Since he’d graduated he’d been working two part time jobs and various odd jobs, swallowing his pride and living with his parents to save up faster. This was only a slight inconvenience for him. Nothing much stood between Mark and his goals once he got something in his head. He’d made this one in junior high, long before Melissa met him.

She knew this about him. Frankly, she hated it. Not the fact that he had goals, or that he’d sacrifice to achieve them. Not that at all. She thought that his choice of a profession was nothing but a waste of a good man, forever tied to religion in the service of ingrates. And then there was chastity, of course. She’d been burned in such an environment. They called it “ministry” but she called it “misery.” Once resigned to that life, one could be nothing short of perfect and ideal without bringing constant fire. Oh, how she knew that. Her moments of weakness had put an end to all of her young-woman’s dreams of service to the greater good. Now she scorned, quietly. Rebelliousness didn’t need to be loud to be ‘heard.’ On the other hand, she retained enough of her own strict upbringing to be wary of ‘making’ him sin. There was no way she was about to give up her self-control without an open and obvious invitation.

Fifteen minutes into the second movie, Melissa felt someone’s hand on her leg. This surprised her. She continued to stare straight ahead for some time, thinking that if she reacted she’d scare him off. He’d never touched her before in anything but a friendly or brotherly way.

This went on maybe 20 minutes. Mark fought with himself in his head the whole time. It was clear as day she considered him fair game, now more than ever. Why kahramanmaraş escort was she not making her move? Probably because he would shoot her down again. There was just no way he could give in to the vibes she was unconsciously throwing. No way. He’d watched her life go places he never wanted his to go. If he thought he could save her, he would, he’d tried, but she just laughed him off. No, she wanted him. Pure and simple. Well, he couldn’t exactly use the word ‘pure’ in that context. If not, then she’d settle for friendship but she was not going to be a P.W. (preacher’s wife). She’d told him so.

So why was he playing with her knee? All the little axioms about cows and milk, about wedding rings being the best form of birth control spun through his mind. He’d better start praying right now. “Oh, lord…” There was no answer, there was only her leg, and his, when she finally reached out and reciprocated. Settling into that for several more moments, Mark grit his teeth in an effort to not move. He did anyway. Turning slightly, he treated her to one of his always-special hugs; it was just his way, from day one when they’d barely known each other and were already saying goodbye it had been the same. Interesting how fate had found them in the same town only a few weeks later. Mark didn’t give the quick and perfunctionary hugs he’d been doled out as a child. His were lengthy, more than simply “holding” or squeezing. They involved slight changes in position and re-clasping. Melissa had seen him do this to practically all of their mutual acquaintances. He was just a “huggy” person. None-the-less, one always felt extra-loved when he was finished with them.

There was that word again. They’d always thrown it rather carelessly between themselves. Well, it was normal they’d “love” each other in some form. That was a godly thing. If either of them chose to twist it, that was on their own heads, or so the popular dogma had led them to believe.

Fast forward 18 months, 2 collective fiancé(e)s, and several abortive come-ons. Once in her embrace, he found strange comfort in her much smaller person. He scooped her into his arms, laid her head to his chest, and ran his hands up and down her back or as much as possible within their tight confines. She extended her arms and did the same, since this was allowed, poking her fingers slightly into his lats and ribs. Though tall and quite slender, he had powerful muscles from riding bike all the time, and a heavy bone structure like an Eastern European farmer.

Drawing his head back, he looked down into the swirling green eyes, seeing what he always did at these times–desire, knowledge of forbidden fruit, and her understanding that it was something they couldn’t share. He’d always had his terms, and she’d had hers; they’d never meet in the middle.

Enough! Why not? Why the hell not? He was in as bad of need as she. The amber eyes changed subtly, considering, while she stroked his unusually-colored auburn-red hair.

Melissa let out her breath in a hiss when he lowered his head to nuzzle her cheekbone, then under her hair to her ear. There were little ways he had to tempt her, testing the strength of her resistance, but it had never gotten this far. Her fingers clawed the material of his shirt, otherwise she remained motionless, waves of heat chasing all over her body. How much did he expect her to put up with, anyway, without feeling or saying anything? Early in their friendship, she’d learned perforce not to let on. She had done nothing more than announce she had more than friendly feelings for him, this after rolling around on his bed for half an hour, tickling each other and giggling. After that, he’d refused to see her for two months.

This, however, was different, and more. Sticking his tongue in her ear and biting on the lobe was not just teasing, or was it? Her spine arched. The rest of her body stiffened further in her effort to hold herself back.

He was not unaware of her struggles. And there were his own, too. She gave him a look that was pure (damn that word again) sex. He was trained to think it was evil, despite his body’s reaction, which was hardly unpleasant. In fact, he enjoyed it, that she exerted her force of will this way. That she’d respect him enough to leave him be. Was his regard for her more than that of the 23 years he could remember of conscious training? The scent of her wavy blond hair, and her small round breasts pressed against his chest, were driving him mad. Deliberately, his mouth left her ear and found her lips. They were smooth and supple, and, after the first startled instant when she actually jumped, pliant, then aggressive.

Her whole mind screamed “Oh God!” when he kissed her. Once past that barrier of resistance, her whole factor of restraint uncoiled like a spring and she loosed her amorous attack. She kissed back, not just his mouth but his whole face, sucking and softly biting on his lips when he thrust his tongue into her mouth. She sucked on it rhythmically, running her own tongue up and down the sides of it, fully aware of what that symbolized. kastamonu escort How she actually felt, Mark didn’t know, but her control extended to her mannerisms. She was as skillful at this as at other talents of hers that were more tangible, very collected and methodical, way beyond high-schoolish. Experienced women were something he knew nothing of.

Debating, he yanked his head back; he was out of his depth. Truth be told, and his own innate sensuality aside, he’d only had sex three times in his life; twice with virgins who’d promptly dumped him out of shame, and once with his former fiancee, who after having lead him on for over two years had turned out to be frigid. So, yes, certainly, he had a complex about sexual frustration and resistance. And a guilt complex. Fighting the oncoming tide of chemical reactions from both of them, he was keyed to that aspect. This girl was about to tear that all away, if he went on. It was not in her nature to be coy, and she’d been toyed with too long already. She was no virgin, a fact that had always disconcerted him. Now he wondered if that wasn’t a benefit.

Her body, in the hard, itchy seat, moved around in small wave-like undulations. She clung with both hands to his arms, giving the same kind of attention to his neck that she had his mouth. He closed his eyes, moaned silently, and gave in to it. While he’d been messing with her resolve, he’d been able to ignore his erection, which embarrassed him somewhat, being in public. Now he noted that shaft between his legs was angrily trying to get out of it’s encasement. His pants were suddenly way too tight.

He buried his hands under her clothes, finding her skin, which was like crushed velvet. In an embrace turned very heated, he caressed her arms, back, stomach, anything he would get at, while she shifted restlessly. Her fingers forged paths of their own. The skin she sought was not as fine-textured, but mostly smooth. She concentrated on the differences between them–his sharply defined torso, his long graceful neck, the hair under his arms. Until the more commonly known ones here found, and they were, for they called like homing devices, both their bodies in total were erogenous receptors.

Sensory overload set in quickly, only to be overridden and overridden with more and more. Their light, quick kissing alternated with longer, deeper, till they had to come up for breath. Mark’s little piece of reality gave way; he felt like he’d been drinking, or had been thrown out of a plane.

They drew in toward each other, magnetized. Giver alternated to receiver. Already he was fit to burst. Her small hands discovered his condition and called out reserves of fluids still dammed. Shaking, for it was so hard not to just throw her on the floor or over the seat and slam it home, he borrowed frantically further under straps and webbing and rubbed her hardened points. Her nipples were like knobs of glass. He squeezed them hard, then pulled, then swiped at the very tips with his thumbs. She arched into it again; a stifled choke in her throat made his penis lurch in response. She felt it, her eyes flew back up to his as she undid his button, and unzipped him. She spit into her palm and wrapped one shaking fist around his cock as far as possible, moving only barely, just squeezing. Their eyes locked, breath coming in small synchronized gasps as bodies hunched for leverage.

As if the thought were an arrow to his brain, suddenly and all-consumingly, he was obsessed with touching her pussy. If the path leading to his destruction ran between her thighs, then so be it. He moved his hand between her legs. The material there was moist, and so warm. No, no that was not enough. He tried again, under the tight waistband, lower, feeling a second waistband and the silk she swathed her privates in. Temporarily freeing one hand from his cock, she undid her fastenings to ease his access. He found soft crinkly pubic hair, then the top of her slit, and lower yet, shaved folds that are coated in her juices. Sliding in slickness he touched all the surfaces. The small hard node at the top part of her wet vulva ticked and throbbed under his fingers, like a tiny animal heart beating impossibly fast. Her head dropped back from their mouth-play, and her eyes closed. Still though, she kept up the steady stroking of his manhood, only pausing occasionally for more saliva. She’d been trembling all over since the beginning; his own hands were by now shaking in the effort not to let himself go and cum into her hand, and in his absolute testosterone-driven need to get into her pussy. Her opening was steaming hot and streaming with fluids. When his forefinger slid in, it was almost like getting sucked in. She raised her head back up and found he was watching all of her physical responses. Her breath hissed in once more through the sharp teeth she worried her lower lip with. “Please!” She whispered almost soundlessly, so no one but he could hear.

“What?” He knew what, but he wanted for once to hear a girl say something dirty.

“Oh, fuck, Mark, that’s soooo damn GOOD. You’re making my crazy…But kayseri escort you’re such a tease!” He loved the torment in her voice. This was not a contemplation of giving in or not. There was doubt at his willingness or ability to satisfy her, as well as her own need to get off. He thrust a 2nd long thick finger into her dripping snatch, then a third. She squeezed down hard on his digits which he reflexively pushed in so hard he lifted her three inches off her seat.

“I can’t stand it,” is what she meant; but what came out of her mouth was more like each word swallowed, surrounded by a small silent breathy moan each. The movie was in a quiet moment, and she was trying still to avoid attention. He was quite sure that everyone around them knew exactly what was going on, which only further aroused him.

“Jesus,” he breathed, surprised at himself for saying that, “Come! I want you to…”

She looked up at him with a glazed, agonized expression and said softly, “I can’t, not like this…”

“Get on my lap! Now!” He wanted to see this; the magnitude of it burst into his consciousness. Her cum became his meaning, became more important than anything for the time being. He was slightly angered at her lack of faith in his abilities, and at the refusal at any level. He totally forgot it was he who’d been holding her off for over a year and decided, simply, heatedly, to make her. Make her cum, make her let him do it to her, make her let him watch her response and her orgasm and what a woman looks like when she has one.

Disconnecting her very skilled hand from his member, he dragged her bodily into his lap, so both of them faced the screen. With his throbbing man-flesh tucked between her buttocks, he pressed his legs together around his balls, parted her legs around his, and began again. His fingers still wet from her juices, he reached up her shirt. With so much better access now, he kneaded her breasts, each hand weighing and covering. Leaning sideways a little, tilting her head up, she kissed the underside of his jaw. She could only reach so far, licking and biting a trail down his neck. The tickling combined with a hint of pain. He moved both hands downward, over her belly, finding her gushing again. ‘Like coming home,’ he thought, chiding himself for the double meaning.

This time when he sank his fingers she went limp and surrendered to the sensation. Her hands came to rest on his forearms, tracing the hard muscles and tendons as they stroked her center. Because he could, she was letting him, he rocked her whole pelvis with the thrusts of his hand. At first, her internal muscles clenched and unclenched in time to his muted pumping, but gradually she simply contracted, tighter and tighter. It was impossible not to think of what her tunnel could feel like against the fire of his cock-skin. Pre-cum trickled from his tiny hole onto her back. He wondered briefly about it; he’d never had more than a few drops before.

She was now beyond turning back but what he was giving her was not quite enough. “My clit…my clit…” she whispered urgently. Moving her hands off his arms, she spread out her folds for him, laid them back flat and guided his right fore- and middle fingers to just the right spot, one on each side of her tiny feminine phallus. He rubbed, using her natural lubrication all over it. Her whole lower half was doing some combination of quivering and twitching, her pelvis gyrating slowly and deliberately, but unconsciously.

“Harder,” she commanded in another whisper, as she pushed momentarily on his fingers. As soon as she returned to holding her labia back, he increased his pressure and speed.

All she wanted in the whole world was to cum. Mark’s fingers felt so damn good to her, first just touching her at all, then more-so as he gained skill. Her clitoris vibrated on its own and his touches were like frosting on it. Luckily, by this time a chase scene was on-screen, accompanied by loud metal/rap which blared throughout the theater. Like two fists knotting simultaneously, a dual avalanche of ecstasy rumbled then roared down her insides. She came on his hand, locked in place, holding her breath, clothes askew but still covering everything. Her pussy spasmed and let go another outflow of wetness. As his motions slowed she shuddered with aftersparks, and he removed his hands from under her clothes.

Languidly, she flopped back into her original seat. It only took seconds for her to catch her breath. Like quicksilver, she licked her palm and she soon had him ready to unload. Her stroking was relentless, fast and full of urgency just like that of a man in such dire need of release he jacks himself off in a bathroom stall. When the friction worked away her saliva, she bent down and actually spit on him. It was nearly as slick as her cunt slime. Just the though of that brought him to the brink of orgasm. He spread his thighs apart, slouched, tucked in his pelvis to push into her hand. His cock felt powerful like steel to him; and overly full, like it was congested. A second hand joined her first, and she double-fistedly pumped up and down his length. Faster than he would have liked, but it felt too good to help it, his cum jetted into her waiting hand. She caught it all, then straightened till his eyes were on a level with hers. The tongue that had been in his mouth not long ago shot out and slurped his cream out of her palm. Watching that, his penis tried to come to life again.

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My first go at erotic writing. I’d appreciate feedback as this hasn’t been reviewed by an editor… or well anyone for that matter. This was a response to a very sexy story that someone sent me on reddit. Forgive the point of view, I’m not a fan of first person, I was just keeping it the same as the story sent to me. All rights reserved, please don’t redistribute. Everyone in this story is 18+.

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As I came home from work and parked my car in front and walked to my door I was thinking *wow, she’s so amazing, too bad it has to stay in my fantasies*. So I smiled and walked into my place. You weren’t wearing anything too revealing, but damn that body looks good in anything you put on it.

I put the thought away to unwind for the day, and opened a couple of windows since the weather was so nice outside. Later as I was falling asleep, a thought about your popped into my head and I couldn’t help but think about how sexy you looked next door when you were outside watering your flower garden. I fell asleep with a smile in my mind, hoping for good dreams starring you.

I wasn’t disappointed. kütahya escort It wasn’t long until I was happily dreaming of your smooth skin and sweet smell. I imagined that you were with me, caressing my face. In my dream you were telling me to hold still or you would have to go get some rope and make me. I thought about disobeying but then you’d leave and wasn’t sure you’d come back. So I complied with a wicked smile. You got on top of me and kissed my face then whispered into my ear. I couldn’t understand what you were saying and the dream started to unravel.

I tried to stay in the dream but it was useless, I awoke with a shock to see you actually on top of me… wait was I still dreaming? I blinked a couple of times as you kissed all over my face, and let out a small groan as you sucked on my earlobe. *God* that felt great. I looked down at you as your tongue left a sweet trail down my chest. I felt your bare legs on mine and turned just enough to see that you were wearing only a top and panties. I thought *it’s a good thing she’s not wearing those pants from earlier… they’d manisa escort end up shredded as I tore them off of her*. Then I see you look up at me with a cocked smile as you begin to feel around my hardening member through my boxers. I’m starting to realize that I’m not still dreaming and just then a wave of pleasure clears my brain of all thought as I feel the tip of your tongue graze the tip of my cock. Oh my god I’m getting worked up so fast…

For a spit second, while you are pulling down my boxers, I think about how you must’ve come in through the window and how horny you must be and want your older neighbor so bad. What do I do with this bad girl who snuck in to force me into having sex with her… I’m at a loss. As you put your mouth over my cock and start a slow sensual sucking, my mouth opens involuntarily and I hear myself start to moan as your mouth takes my cock and slides over it. I feel it going deep into your mouth and reach down and put my hand on the side of your face watching you suck me in. That didn’t last long and I’m now eager to please your obviously hungry pussy. Remembering mardin escort your instructions in my dream and stay still so that you don’t need to tie me up. And I watch you strip off your top and panties then pull my boxers the rest of the way off me.

You drive me wild as you gyrate your hips and your dripping pussy starts pressing down on my rock hard erection. I’ve never been this hard… it feels like your muscles after a good workout the way they swell up and get hard. I feel your pussy so tight for the first time and I’m thinking your pussy must hurt, but your body language gives off no clue of pain. You start to ride me faster as you rub your clit and pull on your nipple. As you ride hard and fast I start to feel like I’m getting close to cumming and all of a sudden I feel your orgasm hit as waves pulse through your body and pussy and squeeze my cock. Oh god it’s so hard to keep from cumming right then. I let the first waves pass and then flip you around so that I can pound into you hard. I’m pumping my hard cock into you and I feel your orgasm start to pick up momentum again, so I pick up the pace and fuck your pussy faster than you’ve ever experienced it.

Finally I can’t hold it in anymore and I start to cum, blowing a massive load of cum into you as you start gushing around my cock and writhing uncontrollably, letting the orgasm take over completely. Oh my *god* that felt good.

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