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Emily

So, I did it… I told her I love her.

I’m not even sure how to explain my relationship with McKayla. At first, she symbolized all the insecurities I had about myself. Then I felt like her little toy for a while after she turned me into her submissive partner. A couple of twists and turns later and… I’m admitting I love her in the middle of having sex…

How we got to this point… I’m not even sure. It had almost become a normal thing for us to say it to each other… when we were getting intimate. However, even though I’m too nervous to say it outside of the bedroom… I really feel it when I say it…

I don’t know about her… I’m still not sure if she just says it to add fuel to our fiery sessions. The only thing I do know is my heart burns for her whenever she says she loves me…

The idea of a woman like that, who is capable of accomplishing anything in the world, saying she loves me… it’s indescribable. My heart flutters just thinking about the way it sounds coming from her lips.

It kind of feels like a dream. This whole scenario seems so implausible, but everything about it makes me happy. I guess I’m just too insecure to consider it a reality. But the weird thing about that is… I don’t even feel insecure anymore… not since I started hanging out with her…

Heck, I even feel good about myself when we hang around her friends. I was never even comfortable going out with my own group, but there I am, making friends with all the cool girls I never thought would like me.

It’s just so nice feeling accepted by others. Oddly enough, I even feel accepted by Brian, of all people. He texts me quite a bit, seeing if I’ll show up whenever McKayla hangs out with the group. But as sweet of him as that is… it’s also kind of strange…

Sometimes he texts me just to see how I’m doing… I guess not every time he talks to me has to have an agenda. But what’s odd about it is we used to date a long time ago and… he never texted me as much as he does now… Well, maybe except for when we first started seeing each other.

Anyway… I guess everything has gotten better since McKayla and I became close. I’m always happy, I’m confident, everyone seems to like me, and even my grades are getting better somehow. I guess McKayla just has that effect on my entire life.

Oh, and I forgot one more thing…

I’m in love… That’s right; I said it! I’m in love and I’m not afraid to admit it outside of sex.

***

McKayla

I love Emily… and I’m not afraid to admit it outside of sex… but only to myself…

I say it exclusively during sex because I’m too scared to say it to her face. That’s right; Me, McKayla, is now the insecure one.

How have I become so insecure? I don’t know. But what I do know is that it makes her really happy to hear me say it. I can tell by the way she lights up when I whisper those three words into her cute little ears.

She says it back. Fuck yeah, she says it back. But I don’t know for sure if she really means it. I kind of put her in a tough spot, yelling it out while she was in the middle of making me cum. Now that she knows how much she likes hearing it, she probably feels inclined to say it back.

How did things get like this, anyway? At first, I was just having a little fun, teasing the angelic blonde for having a girl crush on me. Then, I thought she was so cute, I wanted to help her with some of her insecurities. Now, I’m the insecure one, scared to even imagine my life without her…

I don’t even have fun without Emily anymore. If she doesn’t show up when I hang out with my friends, I just spend the entire time missing her and wondering what she’s doing. That’s exactly what happened when I went out with my friends Saturday night.

I went with my normal group to the bar… Yes, the same bar where I first approached her… I had probably been there a hundred times before, but the only time that really mattered was the one time I talked to Emily.

Purposely, I sat in the same exact spot I did on that fateful night. As my friends laughed and cheered, talking about things that didn’t even matter to me, I just stared quietly over to the spot where Emily sat that night.

I swear, I could replay that entire night in my head if you asked me to. I remember what she was wearing, all her cute little mannerisms, and most importantly, the way she kept staring at me from across the room.

Yeah, I was pretty drunk that night. I guess that’s what gave me the courage to finally approach her. I thought I would be the type of woman to feed off the nervousness she displayed, but when I saw those precious blue eyes, I just wanted to coddle her for some reason. I can admit that now, but I couldn’t before. Maybe that’s why I insisted on leaving with her.

Suddenly, my nostalgic daze was interrupted when Tom tapped me on the shoulder. As I looked over, he was staring at me with a confused look on his face. “Yes?” I asked, after shaking myself out of my daydream.

“Is anyone rus escort home?” he responded, laughing at my expense like he had any idea what I was thinking about.

“Oh, sorry. What’s up?”

“Do you mind if I borrow your phone?” he asked, staring at me with his frantic eyes. “I think I left my phone in my car. Can I use yours to call it while I check?”

Thinking nothing of it, I handed over my phone. Honestly, I just wanted to get rid of him so I could get back to daydreaming about my sweet angel.

As he walked away, my friend Jill grabbed my attention. “Are you okay, McKayla?”

Despite her interrupting my attempt to reminisce, I was actually much happier to converse with her than I was with Tom. Jill was my same girlfriend who took the cute photo of Emily and me. Ever since that day, I felt pretty comfortable talking to her about my relationship with my little cutie.

“I’m okay,” I finally answered, smiling as I thought about the photo. “I just have a lot on my mind.”

“Do you happen to be thinking about a certain cute little blonde?”

“Yeah…” I answered, giggling with my friend. Looking across the room again, I pointed out, “That’s where she was sitting the first time I approached her… the first time I slept with her.”

“I remember that night. I had no idea you talked to her after we left. But speaking of Emily, what did you do with that picture I sent you? Did you delete it like you said you would?”

My face suddenly felt warm as I looked back at Jill. “Of course I didn’t.”

After sharing a laugh, I realized I didn’t know where my phone was. I searched the table frantically, before asking, “Have you seen my phone?”

She gave me a blank stare as I hopped out of my seat and searched under the table. “You handed it to Tom a couple of minutes ago, remember?”

I got back into my seat, trying to play off my silly mistake. “Oh, right… I can’t believe I forgot, already…”

Nudging me on the shoulder, Jill replied, “Too much Emily on the mind, huh?”

We laughed together before noticing Tom reenter the bar. When he got back to the table, he handed back my phone. “Thanks,” he said as he showed me his own. “Found it.”

I grabbed it quickly, hoping he didn’t go through my pictures and see that photo of Emily and me. There were plenty of other naughty photos I didn’t want him to see either, but I especially didn’t want him to see my angel because… she’s all mine…

Only a few seconds later, Brian also showed up and took a seat at the table. With him and Tom there, the conversation changed into one of their pointless arguments about how much they could drink. As stupid as it was, it at least gave me a chance to ignore them and daydream about Emily again.

With the photo fresh on my mind, I had to hide my face as my thoughts became dirtier. I started wishing Emily was there with me so we could go home and have hot, drunken sex. With a few shots in me, I could really go fucking crazy all over that cutie.

Surprisingly, my mind quickly shifted from naughty to nice, as I thought about my sweet little angel getting drunk. Emily wasn’t much of a drinker, so I’d probably be more concerned about taking care of her.

To be honest, I think I’d be just as happy rubbing her back while she fell asleep as I would be eating her pussy. I guess that’s just shows the growth in our relationship. I cared about taking care of her emotional needs even more than my physical needs.

As a matter of fact… the more I thought about it, the more I realized my favorite part of having sex with her was… telling her…

I love her.

***

Emily

I was on cloud-nine as I walked from class to class. No matter what was happening around me, I was always daydreaming about hanging out with McKayla. I guess that’s just how I passed time as I patiently waited for the next change I got to see her.

Once I got to my final class of the day, I felt butterflies in my tummy as an exciting thought popped into my head. Maybe I should tell her I love her… like for real…

Sure, I was brave enough to admit it to myself. I was even brave enough to shout it during sex. Why couldn’t I just say it to her face, like during lunch, or when we are watching TV? That was how I really felt, so why not share that with her? I shared everything else with her.

After class, I started to wonder how McKayla would even react. Then I got all giggly, thinking, She’d probably react the same way she reacts to everything… Perfectly. I guess even if that beautiful woman didn’t actually love me back, I had the comfort of knowing she would still leave me feeling good about myself somehow. That’s just how great she was.

I was too busy daydreaming that I didn’t even notice Brian walking towards me until he yelled my name. As I was snapped out of my cloudy state, I realized he was standing right in front of me, smiling.

“Oh, Brian!” I reacted, hoping he wouldn’t realize how silly I was being, fantasizing about McKayla. “How are you?”

“Hey, Emily! I’m doing okay, but I wanted to know if you’d like to hang out.”

“Hang out?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “Without McKayla?”

“Yeah, without her,” he responded with a smirk. “She can’t be around for this one.”

“Umm… why not?”

“Because it’s a surprise. I wanted to get her a gift for her birthday. I figured you could help, since you two hang out so much.”

My face immediately lit up like the Fourth of July before squealing, “I would love to shop for her!” I had been dying to shop for McKayla ever since she bought me all that stuff at the mall. What better opportunity than getting something for her birthday?

Despite our history, Brian and I went to the mall together in the next day. He was my ex and all, but it was all water under the bridge as long as I could help find a present for McKayla.

Oddly enough, it never really felt like we were there to shop for McKayla. It almost seemed like Brian just wanted to hang out with… me.

He kept doing stuff like trying to buy me pretzels or coffee, and window shopping at what he thought might be my favorite stores. I thought he was being nice at first, but when we went over an hour without even mentioning McKayla, I had to stop him and ask, “Are we still getting her a present?”

With a nonchalant look, he almost blew my question off like it wasn’t important. “Oh, sure. I’ll get her something small.”

“Something small?” I asked with a bit of frustration in my voice. “Why would you invite me if you were only going to get her something small in the first place?”

“I do need your help,” he explained, pointing out, once again, how much I hang out with the brunette. But then he changed his tone and shocked me by saying, “I just don’t want to get something sentimental because she’s not that type of girl.”

“Not that type of girl?!” I reacted, thinking back to all the emotional moments I shared with her. “Of course she’s the sentimental type of girl! Where would you get an idea like that?!”

There was a look in his eyes, like he knew something that I didn’t. With a little smirk, he asked, “Did you really fall for her charade?”

“Charade? What charade?”

“She pretends to care about people, but she really doesn’t. It’s just a way for her to get what she wants.”

“That is not true!” I exclaimed, stomping my feet as I furrowed my eyebrows at him. “McKayla is a super sweet girl! She’s one of the most caring people I’ve ever met!”

“Ha, that’s what I thought too… When we dated, I thought she really cared about me. She had me so convinced, I thought there was no way it could possibly be an act. She was fun to hang out with, but she has never been a genuine person. That’s what everyone has accepted about her, and I’m kind of surprised you haven’t figured that out.”

“No, you’re wrong… You don’t know the real McKayla…”

“I’m sorry, but I’m afraid you’re the one who is mistaken,” he responded with a light chuckle. “She just likes the attention she gets from pretending she cares about other people. I’m sorry you didn’t realize she was manipulating you, but that’s all this is.”

When I was dating Brian, he was kind of a jerk, but he wasn’t really a liar. I didn’t understand why he would make something like that up, but… it just couldn’t be true… could it?

With a bit of a blush, he looked away and smiled. “They say you never know what you have until it’s gone… I never understood that phrase until we broke up and I started dating her… Only then did I realize how amazing you really were, and how much of a psychopath she really was.”

“Psychopath?!” I screamed, trying my best not to make a scene. However, I was so offended for my sweet brunette, I completely brushed off that statement he made regarding our breakup. “Don’t you dare call her a psychopath!”

“I’m sorry for using such harsh language, but that’s what she is. She manipulates people into thinking she’s genuine just so she can get what she wants. Like… I bet you didn’t know she texted me the other day, trying to have sex with me.”

Suddenly, I was frozen as the world went quiet around me. It felt like I had been stabbed or something… Looking up at him, trembling like the broken woman I was, I asked, “She… tried to… have sex with you?”

“Oh, you thought you were the only one she was sleeping with?”

“I… uh… yeah, I guess so…”

Brian pulled out his phone and went to a conversation between him and McKayla. As he allowed me to look at his screen, my body went completely stiff, reading her messages to him, flirting in a way I thought she only flirted with me.

As he scrolled down, I saw the most painful thing of all. She texted him, “When can we fuck again? I’m so despirate for you.” It insinuated not only had she been trying to sleep with Brian, she had already done it. And knowing her sexual appetite, it was probably more than once.

“I’m so sorry you had to find out this way,” Brian said in a calming tone. ukraynalı escort He then placed his hand on my back before offering me a little hug.

“This can’t be true,” I said, staring at the ground as tears started to fill my eyes. “Everything we went through together… how could it all be a lie?”

“I’m here for you, Emily. I never wanted to see you hurt, but I’m glad you know the truth now. At least we have that in common. We can rely on each other for comfort.”

He continued talking, but if I’m being honest, I really didn’t hear anything else he had to say. All I could think about was McKayla… and the relationship I thought I had with her…

***

McKayla

It was a school night and I had a test to study for, so I didn’t expect to hang out with Emily. After all, that would have been the responsible choice to make, wouldn’t it? However, when I got a text from my angel asking what I was doing, I was so quick to drop everything just to spend a single second with her.

She asked me if I was busy, but when I told her I wasn’t, she never messaged me back. I started to wonder if she would show up at all… until I heard a knock on the door.

As I opened it up, I could feel adrenaline rushing through my body, like it always did whenever I saw the beautiful blonde. But unfortunately, as my eyes met hers, I could tell something was wrong.

Emily looked upset, like something was really bothering her. I felt an immediate need to embrace her and make sure she knew everything would be okay. However, when I tried to put my arm around her, she sort of just brushed right past me. Shaking her head, she quietly explained, “I really need to talk to you…”

“Sure,” I responded, inviting her inside. But with every second that passed, it became more evident by the frown on her face that something was really wrong. I stood there patiently, breaking the silence by asking, “What’s going on?”

Throwing her hands down in a fit, she turned away from me and explained, “I just heard about some troubling stuff and I need to see if it’s true.”

“What do you mean?”

She finally looked at me, staring into my soul with her tearful eyes, and expressed, “I knew we were just having fun and all… but I didn’t know you were sleeping with other people.”

After doing a double-take, my body went stiff from the shock. Looking at her in confusion, I asked, “What are you talking about?!”

“I know you’re sleeping with Brian…”

“I am not sleeping with Brian!” I shouted, feeling confused and offended. “Where in the world did you get that idea?!”

For the first time ever, I could see anger in the angelic woman as she glared at me and shouted, “I saw the texts! You even tried to sleep with him the other day!”

“What texts?! What could you possibly be talking about?! This has to be some type of misunderstanding!”

“I need to see your phone,” Emily demanded, folding one arm around her stomach as she held the other one out. “Right now.”

Still completely overwhelmed by the normally sweet woman’s attitude, I handed her the phone. I couldn’t even remember the last time I texted Brian. I figured it had to be some kind of mix-up or practical joke.

After scrolling through my messages, Emily suddenly came to a stop and her body started shaking. With a tear rolling down her cheek, she shoved the screen in my face and demanded, “Explain this!”

I was left with my mouth wide open as I started to read over a conversation I never even remembered having. With so much anxiety running through my bones, I could hardly think of a scenario where that conversation would show up on my phone.

“This is exactly what I saw on his phone!”

“Emily… that wasn’t… me… You have to believe me!”

“Maybe you were just so drunk you don’t remember sexting him!”

“No… There is no amount of alcohol that would make me do that! Brian and I have been over for like three years… I swear this must have been some type of catfish situation…”

“Just stop with your lies!” Emily shouted, staring at me as the tears flowed down her cheeks. “I get it if I never really meant anything to you, but you don’t have to lie to my face! You don’t have to… manipulate me anymore!”

Although I strongly disagreed with the words that were coming out of her mouth, I just couldn’t stand there and watch her break down like that. Out of pure instinct, I attempted to put my arms around her, but she quickly pushed me off and turned her back again.

“You don’t need to comfort me,” she said in a cold and defeated voice. “None of this is real, anyway. At least it isn’t to you…”

“How could you say that? All the times we had together… nobody could fake that, Emily… What you felt was real… and what I felt was real too… You have to believe me…”

“I don’t know what to believe anymore…”

“Look… I’ll admit I never expected things to go this far when I first approached you that night,” I started explaining, pouring my heart out to the broken woman. “But I continued to pursue you because I learned how amazing you are… You’re the only one I’ve had sex with in years, but that doesn’t even matter… Even if we never have sex again, I’d still be addicted to you because I really, really care about you…”

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Friday night found me back at Dottie’s Body Shop trolling for business. Dottie’s was a bit rougher dyke bar than I usually frequented, but it had been a tough week trying to close a deal on a new building and I was looking for some particularly hardcore fun to work out my stress.

Jane is working the door and she knows what sort of business I am there to do and she is going to charge me her own personal little tax. Jane is not unattractive, but she isn’t pretty either. She has a harsh angular face which is only made harsher by the buzz cut she favors. She is dressed in black leather, as most of Dottie’s customers prefer, including leather pants, a leather vest that gapes open in the front, and some chunky knee high boots. At about 5’9″ she is shorter than me by about an inch, but the boots make up the difference.

“Well look what we have here.” She says in a half sneer, and she looks at the other woman working the door, who I don’t recognize and tells her “You keep checking IDs. This bitch needs to be frisked before she gets in.”

I know her attitude is mostly for show, as is what comes next. If I hadn’t come along, she would have found somebody else she knew to put up against the wall and have a little fun….. entertaining, and providing a slight air of danger, for those still waiting to get in. But, if I am being honest, I didn’t mind. Think if it as a little foreplay. An appetizer, if you will, for what I hoped to find later.

She takes me by the arm and makes a show of dragging me about ten feet down the sidewalk, but still in full view of those waiting to get in. When we are a bit further down the sidewalk she whispers in a much more congenial tone, “You are looking particularly good tonight.” And she wasn’t wrong. I had on a bustier dress in white linen. The skirt was long, but had a slit in the side that came up high enough for even a casual observer to be pretty sure I wasn’t wearing any panties underneath. The top of the dress had laces up the back and fit tightly, providing some lift to my moderately sized breasts. Giving them the appearance of being a bit larger than they actually were.

I also had a small white purse on a gold chain to hold what little bit of accessories I might need this evening. It included my alter-ego ID, a cash card, also in the alter-egos name, with a couple hundred dollars on it, lip gloss, car key, and a small bottle of lube.

Dottie’s had something of a dress code. I don’t mean you had to be dressed well to get in, but rather most regulars wore specific colors to signal their interests or status. I wore white, which told everyone that I was submissive. Jane’s black generally indicated a domme into S&M, where as red tended toward domme into bondage.

When we got about ten feet from the doors, Jane resumes her act, pushing me up against the wall and announcing loud enough for everyone to hear “Lets see if this slut is packing! Spread, Bitch!” and I played my part, leaned against the wall, and spread for her. With the slit in the skirt it only took a simple flick of her hand to push it aside and my ass was bare for all to see. I knew they would all be looking but I didn’t care in the slightest.

Jane stepped toward my side to give everyone a better view and I felt her hand on my ass. Then her hand started sliding slowly down my ass, her fingers between my cheeks, until she found the rosebud she was seeking. I had anticipated this eventuality and before getting out of my car had added a bit of the lube from my purse to my ass. That, and the generally practiced, accommodating nature of my ass meant her middle finger slide smoothly into me all the way to the hilt. When she realized I had come prepared she immediately added a second finger into my ass and gave a few long deliberate thrusts that would be visible to the crowd. I played my part and hung my head like the embarrassed cunt I was supposed to be.

In reality, I was enjoying the fondling and exhibitionism and was a bit disappointed when she withdrew her fingers and gave me a firm slap on my exposed ass. She loudly announced, presumably to the other bouncer, “She’s clean, you can let her in” and led whatsapp escort me back to the door with a hand gripping my arm and escorted me into the building. When we were through the doors and out of sight of the crowd outside, she gave me a quick kiss and said “Good Hunting” before returning to her duties.

Dottie’s was already filling up and I didn’t think it was going to be any problem finding some evening entertainment. I made my way to the bar, caught the eye of one of the bartenders I knew and when she came over, ordered a Sprite with a twist of lime. I paid for the drink, with a very generous tip, and asked if anybody had been looking for me. She shook her head, then leaned in close to be head over the music and said no one had asked for me specifically, but one woman had asked if there was anyone whose company she might be able to rent for the evening. She said at the time the answer was no, but now that I was here I might want to check her out. She pointed across the bar toward a table on the left side of the room and said “The blonde sitting by herself. Short hair, black jacked.”

I saw the indicated table, said “Thanks.” and headed that way. Her back was to me so it was hard to make much of an assessment as I approached, and about all I could discern from her back was that she was about average height. I walked wide around the table so I could get a look before I approached. As I came around, I realized she appeared to be mid to late 20’s and would be considered attractive on just about any scale. She had a fairly lean, angular face, but the jacket hid most other details. Under the jacket she had on a gray or green t-shirt, and a long skirt that covered the tops of what appeared to be combat boots.

I decided to approach and walked up into her line of sight. When she looked up, I leaned in and asked “May I sit. Molly, at the bar, said you might be interested in me.”

She made a motion inviting me to sit and I took a seat in the chair next to her rather than across the table. I placed my hand on her thigh and said, “My name is Samantha, or Sam if you prefer”. She didn’t flinch or pull away at my touch, which told me she probably had some experience and wasn’t just a tourist. She replied her name was Cat and suggested we go to one of the back rooms where it was a little quieter so we could talk.

She stood and I followed. We wove our way through the crowd and found a booth in a back corner. As I followed her I noted she walked a little awkwardly, like she was being very careful not to stumble. She must have been here a while waiting on someone to meet her needs and had a drink or two too many.

She found an empty table in the back and we sat down across from each other to have a little chat about a few specifics. I gave her the standard spiel, “$500 for the night, no bondage till we got to know each other, no permanent marks and no scat. Most everything else was negotiable. “

She looked at me a long moment, thinking it over, then nodded her head and made a move to reach into a pocket. I grabbed her wrist and shook my head, “Not now, after.” She nodded and I felt her relax a little. So this was likely her first time with a pro, which I found interesting, but I was also pretty sure she had experience with women, so now I am even more intrigued. Next best guess is she wants something she isn’t getting at home. If she just wanted somebody to fuck, she was attractive enough to take home any of a dozen women in the bar. So she is either worried about romantic entanglements, which isn’t actually much of a concern in a place like Dottie’s, or she wants something she isn’t getting from her partner for whatever reason, or she wants something fairly specific that she doesn’t think she can get from a random hook-up.

To get the conversation started, I asked her, “So what exactly can I do for you?”, almost like I was asking her if I could help her with some mundane chore, rather than my intent of ‘how do you want to fuck me.’

“Are all these questions really necessary?” she asked. And went on, “It has been a while since I have been with anyone and I istanbul escort bayan am coming to you to avoid questions and entanglements.”

“Fine.” I replied. “As long as you agree to my terms, we have a deal. But if you want to get your moneys worth out of me, you will eventually have to give me a clue.”

“Like I said, its been a while since anybody but me took care of that business, and a lack of questions is more than worth the cost.”

“As you wish. Your place or do you want to pay for a hotel?”

“My place will be fine, and its not far”, she answered and pushed herself to her feet.

I followed her through the bar and out the front door where she led me to dark colored mid-sized SUV. I was a bit concerned about the unsteadiness I had notice earlier and whether she should be driving, but she seemed fine now.

She got in the driver’s side while I went around to the passenger. As I got in I let the slit in the skirt show my leg up to my hip and was gratified when Cat snuck a quick glance. I reached a hand toward her thigh, but she caught my hand and said, “When we get to my place”.

She had the radio on low, tuned to a classic rock station, but otherwise we rode in silence. We left the business district and headed west, across the river to a newer residential neighborhood. As we wound our way through the winding streets the houses grew in size until she pulled into the circular drive of a rather large house. Large, that is, by ordinary standards. It was probably only a quarter the size of my own, but it was still more than I had expected.

We got out and she led the way to the ornately carved wooden front door. But rather than a key, she entered a code on a keypad beside the door. It was a curious mixture of antique style and modern technology. We entered into a tiled foyer and though an archway I could see what appeared to be a living room appointed in dark leather furniture.

She led the way into the living room and motioning toward one of the couches, asking me to please sit. I did as she wished, but she remained standing. There was a thick rug on the floor between the two couches and she paced back and forth a couple times before she appeared to come to a decision and stopped in front of me. She said, “I guess there is no putting it off any longer. If you decide not to stay I will pay you for your time and take you back to Dottie’s.”

Now I was quite confused, and as I stared at her trying to work it out, she removed the leather jacket and for the first time I got a bit of a look at the body that she had kept hidden. You need to understand, I am fit, I hit the gym several times a week, and I work hard at it, but she was something else entirely. I am into fitness, but she looked like a professional bodybuilder. Her arms were twice the size of mine! She pulled the t-shirt over her head, first revealing defined abs and then small, nearly flat breasts with small pale nipples. As she lifted the shirt over her head I could literally see the muscles in her arms swell and bulge.

Now I was even more confused about her hesitancy. Her body was incredible and I couldn’t wait to touch it. Feel the muscles ripple under my hands.

I continued to stare at her exposed body as she reached behind her and I heard a zipper. She let the skirt fall and it was a natural reaction for my eyes to follow it down. Down passed the ripped abs to a pair of black panties, then on down her tanned, thickly muscled thighs, until I paused. It was only for an instant and even as it happened, I regretted it.

Starting just above her left knee and just below the right she had prosthetic legs. They were primarily of what appeared to be some sort of black composite material and ended in her black boots. My eyes went back up to hers and she was watching me intently. I stared into her eyes for several long moments. She probably thought I was going to look away and ask to be taken back to Dottie’s. But in reality I was just trying to decide how to proceed. The logistics of things. But then I realized I didn’t have to figure it out. She would show me the way.

Maintaining eye contact özbek escort I slid off the couch, onto my knees and crawled over to her. My hands went to her thighs and at my touch she tilted her had back and let out the tiniest of moans. I slid my hands up her thighs and around her firm ass till I found the top of the panties. I carefully slid them over her hips, not sure of her balance, until I could let them drop to the floor. Then I moved my face up toward her shaved pussy and slid my tongue between the labia to find her small, hard clit. Apparently this was all the reassurance she needed and she put her hands on the back of my head and pushed my face harder into her pussy.

Her pussy was surprisingly wet considering I had barely touched her yet. Likely due to the anticipation she had surely been feeling throughout the drive here. I did my best to slide my tongue into her, but its actually kind of hard to get the right angle when you’re kneeling in front of someone. I contented myself (and her) with lapping at her firm little clit and sucking her pussy.

I felt he wobble unsteadily and I held onto her legs tighter to help her stay upright, but she pulled away and took a step back. I stayed kneeling in front of her, looking up into her face, waiting for her to make the next move and show me what she wanted me to do.

She held both hands out to me. I reached up to take them in mine, and she pulled me up to face her. She took me into her arms. One of her hands high on the middle of my back, and the other on my ass. She pulled me into her and I felt the strength in her arms. The kiss wasn’t long but there was heat in it.

She broke the embrace and turned me around. I felt her untie the lacing on my dress and loosen it to let it fall to the floor. Then her arms were back around me, her hands on my breasts, squeezing them firmly, her fingers on my nipples. Her mouth was kissing and biting my shoulder. She made a move to turn me back around and we faced each other once again. Then she took my hand in hers and led me through the house to a bedroom. No more words had been necessary.

It did not look like the master bedroom. It was large enough, but it didn’t look lived in. Maybe the master bedroom was a little too personal for her. Some women I went home with were like that. She led me to the bed and I sat on the edge. She said, “Wait here” and walked out of the room. I watched her go.

I was amazed as I watched her walk out of the room. It was easy to imagine she had two normal legs. There was barely any noticeable effect. But what my eyes lingered on as she left the room was not her artificial legs, but her incredible ass.

While she was gone I took off my shoes and leaned back against the headboard. My mind wondering where things were going from here. But then she returned with literally an arm load of sex toys and such. She dropped the toys on the bed and sat on the edge. I watched her as she removed the prosthetic legs, dropping them to the floor. Then she rolled over onto the bed, grabbed my legs and pulled me toward her. She pushed my legs apart and lowered her face to my bare pussy. At first her tongue was tentative, but then more forceful and she pushed my legs wider apart.

Her tongue found my clit and she lapped at it with increasing pressure. She was a good pussy licker, further confirming my earlier assessment that this wasn’t her first time. Her left hand went to my breast and she squeezed firmly, kneading it as her tongue moved faster and harder on my hard little clit. My pussy was wet and gave no resistance when her left hand left my other leg and she thrust two fingers into my pussy. She found my g-spot and that, combined with her tongue, wasn’t going to take long to make me cum.

The hand on my breast let go and then there was a tentative slap on my tit. “Harder”, I said and the next slap came with a bit more force. “Harder! And then she gave me a real slap. A practiced slap. The pain was almost electric, straight to my cunt. The next slap was squarely on my nipple and it was what I needed to push me over the edge. My pussy gripped her fingers and I arched my hips up into her face. She kept her tongue on my clit, sending little jolts of lightening through me until she pulled her head away and stared up at me. Obvious pleasure and relief on her face.

She crawled up next to me. Her arm across my chest, and she whispered in my ear “My turn”.

To Be Continued…

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The club is packed tight with dancing women, grinding on men, showing skin in very revealing places. Strobe lights streak across the crowd, trying their very best to blind me, heavy metal music pulses all around, mimicking my heartbeat. I’ve lost my friends somewhere, I cant find my way back to the bar where I last saw them, and besides they’re probably in a bathroom stall, getting high anyway. I don’t really care either way. It’s cool to explore this place on my own, I’ve always wanted to come here, just never had the opportunity. I was worried I wouldn’t look the part in my pale pink dress dotted with skulls, a corset clasp across my cleavage, fishnet tights and converses, cute ears perched in my blonde hair. But looking around I see there are other pastel goths here and I don’t feel as out of place as I thought I would.

I push my way through the tangle of bodies, eyes drawn to another bar at the back of the room. There are stools placed in intervals along the bar, girls perched upon them, flirting with barmen as they order drinks. I make it to the bar and order a beer. Then I stand and watch the dancers all around me, their bodies sweating, skirts lifted up and flashing asses and boobs. I’m getting hot watching one couple practically fucking on the dance floor, the guys hand very obviously in her underwear, her hips grinding against him. I look away, a little embarrassed at my aroused reaction to the public erotica.

Turning away from them I spot another girl. She’s by herself, dancing to the music, slow and sensually, stroking her neck, winding her hips. Her hair is long and black, interspersed with pale blue and lilac streaks. Her gothic style make up is neatly done, long lashes, black cat eye liner, dark red lips, parted slightly. Simple yet attractive. I find myself drawn to her and she catches my eye and winks. I scan down her body, the black latex dress with straps across her bosomy chest, the suspenders, that dangle teasingly over her thighs, the stockings that stop just above the knee, the biker boots with chains and buckles adorning them. I cant take my eyes off of her. I have a sudden urge to join her. She catches me watching her and I look away, not understanding why I cant stop staring. I feel a hot flush creep over my cheeks. I take another sip of beer, just for something to do. Then, out of the corner of my eye, as i stoically try and avoid looking at this stranger, I spot her walking towards me.

She mimes having a cigarette and motions for me to follow her. I take a deep breath and down my beer and then follow eve gelen escort her out of the door to our left and into the smoking area. It’s busy out here too but we squeeze through to the wall at the back and I stand nervously beside her. She sparks up a cigarette, and inhales deeply, holding her head back and breathes out the smoke. I feel a sudden chill as I see her watching me intently. Her eyes rove over my body, in much the same manner as I did inside.

“I like your dress” she says. Her voice is sultry and she reaches out a hand and hooks a finger under my dress strap, tugging it slightly. I shiver at her contact.

“Thanks. I like yours too” I manage to say, without stuttering for once. My eyes are looking at her chest, pale skin, her bust almost spilling out the top. I feel the flush again and quickly look away. I can feel her eyes on me, appraising me. She chuckles throatily.

“You can look if you want, I kinda like it” she winks at me and I blush fiercely. I try and focus of the other people around me but somehow they’re all blurred compared to the girl next to me. “My name is Breanna by the way. I figured if you’re gonna stare at me we might as well be on a first name basis” she says, taking another drag of her cigarette.

“I’m Evalee” I smile at her and rub the tops of my bare arms against the chill. I wish I’d brought my jacket with me. Rookie mistake I guess.

“Oh God, you’re cold! Hey, come here” Breanna wraps her arm around my waist. My heart rate speeds up and I gasp, almost inaudibly. She’s the same height as me I notice. Her fingers trace a pattern on my hip and I find myself staring into her hazel eyes, flecked with green. Then she says, in a half whisper “your eyes are so pretty, I love blue eyes, and I feel like I could get lost in yours.” It’s like she can read my mind. She makes me nervous. but I cant help it, I want her. My head drifts towards her, I’m looking at her lips and thinking of how badly I’d love to kiss them. I don’t know whats come over me but I find myself liking this feeling.

“Do you wanna go somewhere with me? My place is just round the corner” she mutters huskily. I nod as she nuzzles my neck. She grins and takes my hand, pulling me towards the rope separating the club from the street. I momentarily think about my friends, how they’re gonna kill me but then I forget all about them as Breanna looks back over her shoulder, eyes twinkling, a seductive smile playing on those lips.

We walk briskly for about ten minutes, until istanbul eskort bayan we come to an old Victorian style house, set into four apartments. Breanna walks up the path to the door and unhooks a key from a bracelet that I didn’t notice before. She unlocks the door and pulls me inside. It’s a little bit dark and before my eyes have adjusted to the gloom Breanna spins me round and pins me to the wall next to a flight of stairs. She starts kissing my neck, pinning my arms above my head. I feel her teeth nip my shoulder, I’m gasping, goosebumps rising all over my skin and they’re not from the cold I’m sure. Her hands snake down my arms and over my chest, cupping my boobs, travelling down further, lifting the thin material of my dress until its up around my waist. Then she shoves my fishnets down, revealing my black thongs. Her hands grasp my ass, tracing the line of the thong in between my ass cheeks. I cant breathe I’m so turned on! Breanna stops and I kick my converses off, yanking the rest of my tights off too.

She pulls me up the stairs to a door, painted black. She unlocks this door and we tumble through, kissing savagely, as though we were trying to absorb each other. I see a room with dark purple walls, soft furry rugs, candles everywhere. As rooms go, it’s pretty sexy. Breanna leads me to the rugs and sets me down on the chaise that I didn’t spot before.

I watch as she removes her boots, one by one, kicking them away. Then she rolls her stockings down, her leg up on the chaise next to me. I see all the way between her legs, she’s not wearing any underwear and she is VERY wet. I have an urge to taste her and I move my head closer to her pussy. She smells so sweet. I flick my tongue across her clitoris and I hear her sharp intake of breath. I do it again, twirling my tongue and licking up and down through her labia. Her hands intertwine in my hair as she bucks and moans in response to my tongue. I test her pussy with two fingers and slip in easily. I finger her as I lick and she groans again in pleasure. I speed up my fingers and I taste her come. I feel so wet in my thongs and I cant wait to take them off. I place little licks all over her pussy, clearing her come. Then I move back and lick my lips. Her eyes are closed in pleasure and I feel good that I did that to her. I’m also astonished at my bravery and brazenness, I’ve never been with a girl before. I don’t know where this has all come from.

“Okay your turn Evalee.” Breanna makes me lay back on the chaise and lifts my hips. She pulls my rezidans escort thongs down and pushes my dress up. She breathes in deep the scent of my pussy and gently rubs my clit with her thumbs. Small circular motions, barely touching me. It feels so nice. I’m getting wetter all the time. She then slips two fingers inside me and bends down and licks my clit, her tongue continuing what her thumb had started. She licks and fingers me until I moan and buck against her hand. I come into her mouth and she kisses my inner thigh. I make to stand up but she holds me down.

“Oh no I’m not done with you yet.” She throws back a blanket next to me on the chaise, revealing a variety of dildos and vibrators. My breath catches in my throat and I’m horny all over again. “Choose one” Breanna insists. I look at each one and then choose a large glass dildo. Breanna picks it up and places the tip in to my mouth. I suck on it briefly and then she strokes it up and down my pussy. She pushes it in finally and fucks me slowly, hitting my G-spot and twisting it slightly as she pulls it back out. She repeats the action over and over again. I play with my clit and she watches, occasionally licking the places where the dildo enters me.

I watch her take a second dildo, a long, pink, fleshy one and she sits next to me, still dildo fucking me. She pushes her dildo inside herself and I hold onto it, fucking her at the same time. We are both moaning, wet and sweaty, watching ourselves fucking the other. We come again, together this time. She pulls the dildos out of us at the same moment, kisses me quickly and pulls me to a standing position. She drags my dress off me and it tumbles to the floor. Then she motions for me to lay down on the rugs. I oblige and wait to see what happens next. Breanna stands over me and nudges my legs apart. She crouches down, her pussy hovering over mine. Then she makes contact, swiping her clit across mine. She lays half on top of me, rubbing our pussies together, our breathing hard and ragged, concentrating on the sensation of our kissing clits. We reach climax at the same time, coming hard and Breanna collapses on top of me, and shoves her fingers inside me. I push own inside her too, feeling her throbbing pussy on my hand. We lay like this for a while, feeling our breathing slow and our hearts match on beat.

“That was good” I say quietly. “I’ve never been with a girl before tonight, I don’t know where it came from”.

“I would never have guessed you were a sapphic virgin Evalee, the way you went straight in to lick me out like that, it was new to me, I’m used to giving it up to others first. Thank you” Breanna replies, kissing my shoulder. I can smell our sex in the air, still feel our fingers inside each others pussies. I feel happily tired, and I know she is too. Sleep comes, finding us still wrapped in each other.

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WANNA PAINT – PT: 01

Prologue

This is my 18th erotic story and Literotica submission. I am always indebted to Candy_Kane54 (CK) for her continuing commitment to helping me improve my writing style. CK has provided 100 percent of the editing and style advice for all 18 stories. I am so grateful since I would have never written these stories without CK’s enthusiastic and continuing support.

My Lesbian Romance stories focus on the trials and lives of strong and powerful women. Romance, not sex, is the driving factor in these stories, which are 100 percent Fiction; however, many are based on real-life experiences of friends or acquaintances.

Most stories are lesbian love and romance heavy with children all about. As a general rule, no overt sexual activity occurs while children are present in the home. Maintaining this rule requires that relatives and friends share active roles in the stories, allowing the little ones a fun place to visit when the sex heats up at home.

All explicit sexual activities in this story are lesbian, with young ladies aged 21 or older. Like my other stories, WANNA PAINT builds slowly with lots of personal and business details before any sexual activity occurs. Most explicit sex scenes feature a dominant but absolutely loving woman as the definite TOP controlling the action.

If this is your type of Lesbian Romance-Love-Sex Story… ENJOY!

Diane (Di) Jodie Ames, age 24, had just arrived in Beaufort, NC, where she will live for the next three years. Di’s daughter Clarisse (Risse) Monica Ames, age 5, traveled with her mom Di to Beaufort, NC. They would settle there for the next three years, the longest time Risse had lived anywhere since birth.

Autumn June (June) Mason, age 11, was also traveling with Di, who will primarily be responsible for June’s care for the next three years. June was a gifted young girl testing as a genius. Her parents were University Professors and Archeologists who had focused mainly on June’s superior intellect. So she tended to be somewhat awkward when socially interacting with the outside world.

On the other hand, Risse had basically been a gypsy during her five years on planet earth. She was born in Memphis, TN, and nearly two years later, Di moved to Nashville, TN. After two years in Nashville, Di had a two-month stay in Durham, NC, for Duke University School of Business pre-program studies, before just now arriving in Beaufort, North Carolina.

Risse’s communication skills and vocabulary were remarkable for age 5 because she often joined her mom Di at special hotel functions. Risse was supposed to remain undercover in a low-traffic area while her mom worked a special small-sized Nashville hotel executive event. However, Risse often slipped into the meeting room and talked with everyone she met, so Di usually kept a close eye on her.

Beaufort was the fourth oldest town in NC, with a population of nearly 5,000. The city was established in 1713 and is located in Carteret County, serving as the county seat. Beaufort was on the Crystal Coast in North Carolina’s Southern Outer Banks, part of the vast Atlantic Ocean coastal region along with Emerald Isle, Atlantic Beach, and Morehead City. Beaufort was known for deep sea fishing and various species/types of seafood.

The Duke University Marine Biology Campus was strategically located in Beaufort. This year-round oceanfront campus was open to any Duke student, regardless of their major. So this was partially the reason for Di, Risse, and June arriving in Beaufort today.

***

2012

Di was a High school senior in Germantown, TN, a suburb of Memphis, TN, graduating from Germantown Television HS this year. She had a strong interest in Fine Arts and business administration, maintaining a solid 3.95 GPA throughout high school. Her family’s background was solidly middle class, and she basically lived a quiet but happy life as an only child.

Di’s boyfriend of three years, a senior named Wesley, was also from Germantown, carrying a respectable 3.02 GPA. After constant pressure and the ‘if you really loved me’ line from her boyfriend, Di began having sex with Wesley during their senior year, always using protection.

Di had been awarded a full-ride five-year scholarship to study for a combined BA/MBA degree at the Duke University Fuqua School of Business. She eagerly anticipated enrolling at Duke University in Durham, NC, this fall.

Unfortunately, Di’s boyfriend’s prophylactic contraception failed, so she got pregnant midway through the second semester of her senior year in high school. Di graduated HS on schedule but was forced to turn down the Duke Scholarship. She wrote a detailed letter to the Fuqua Admissions Director explaining her accidental maternity situation. The Duke Blue Devils had always been her favorite college sports team, so Di was terribly disappointed in having to decline the scholarship. If at all possible, she would like to study for her Duke MBA degree sometime kazak escort in the future.

Di and Wesley were married in the summer of 2012, giving their baby a family name; otherwise, she would carry a lifetime scourge of illegitimacy. Their two years of marriage were simply a disaster. Di’s boyfriend/husband was a nice guy but was not emotionally nor mentally prepared for fatherhood. He continued acting as though he was still in Germantown HS, including hanging out with his sports buddies. In fact, Wesley was out of state when Di delivered their little girl, playing in a community summer league softball championship series. Hence, he was not present for Clarisse’s birth.

Di always had a comfortable relationship with her parents. So she frequently discussed Wesley’s lack of maturity issues with them, especially his not being ready for the responsibility of marriage or children. Di worked as a waitress on the dinner shift at one of the nicer Memphis preferred business hotels. She mostly cared for Risse and their rental apartment; while also taking online business classes each study semester. But her young husband just wanted to relive his HS glory days, not understanding that a child has real needs.

Di quietly packed up and moved across the state to Nashville, TN, where she had a few distant relatives. She then worked as a waitress at a FIVE STAR local luxury hotel. Di paid her elderly great-aunt, Edwina Louise Johnson, $300.00 monthly in cash to watch Risse while she worked the dinner shift. Di’s mom had assured her that Risse would be well cared for by her aunt Edwina, so Di was pleased when she said yes. After a one-year separation, with her parent’s support and promise of financial help, if needed, Di filed for divorce.

Edwina was quite pleased with the evening babysitting arrangement for Risse since her monthly SS retirement check was only $850.00. So babysitting Risse provided her elderly aunt some much-needed and welcomed extra cash every month.

Risse was now nearly five years old, and Di became increasingly frustrated with spinning her wheels and going nowhere. She desperately wanted more out of life for her and Risse. Di badly needed to chart a career life path, realizing this was just not feasible without a ‘College Degree.’ Di continually asked herself if she should follow up with the Fuqua School of Business Admissions Director on the possibility of reviving her scholarship. But she was too scared the answer would be ‘No Way,’ so she did nothing!

Out of the clear blue sky, a solid potential opportunity presented itself, so Di decided it was now or never. Nashville would host a major business services convention in the spring, with many delegates staying at Di’s hotel. She quickly searched the internet and learned there were also several University Business School Exhibit Booths at the convention center. So Di pondered on how to best use this information to her advantage.

RISSE SAVED THE DAY

Today was payday and Di’s normal evening off. Her regular pay was a direct deposit to Di’s checking account. Still, the shared tips for that pay period were paid in a cash record envelope. So Di usually stopped by collecting her tip money, bringing Risse with her. The hotel offered free ice cream and cake to all employees’ children on Tip Day, as it was called.

As she and Risse strolled through the dining room to the free ice cream stand, Risse stopped and squealed, “Mommy, look, there are some Duke Blue Devils here!”

They had happened upon a group of convention delegates who proudly wore their Duke Blue Devil logoed sport shirts. Risse pulled Di over to their table, saying, “See, Mommy, I told you the Blue Devils are here!”

Di congratulated the table on their beautiful Duke garments, mentioning that she had almost studied business at Fuqua. Unfortunately, it hadn’t worked out.

One of the attendees asked, “Are you okay with explaining the specific reasons for not attending Duke?”

Di, “May I please sit and order an ice cream sandwich for my daughter Risse while I give you the short version?”

Another person at the table offered to buy Risse’s ice cream, but Di answered, “My name is Diane Monica Ames, and most people call me Di. This is my four-year-old daughter, Clarisse, whom we call Risse. I am an executive dining room waitress here on the evening shift, but today is my day off. I stopped by to collect my shared tip money. Today is nicknamed ‘Tip Day,’ so the hotel provides free ice cream and cake for all employees’ kids.”

Risse proudly jumped in, “Mommy says that the Duke Business School is the best in the world, and I like the Blue Devil clothes. So I will attend Duke University when I am sixteen years old!”

The whole table of Duke guys laughed at Risse’s declaration, with one saying, “Wow, she is really smart for a four-year-old.”

One of the attendees looked intently at Di, asking her to fully explain her earlier comment istanbul bayan escort on why she did not attend Duke.

Di started, “I was a 3.95GPA student throughout HS and awarded a Full Ride Duke MBA Scholarship in 2012. Unfortunately, my boyfriend of several years had constantly pestered me for sex. My pregnancy happened at the most inopportune time, but this is my beautiful daughter Risse whom I love dearly.

“We tried marriage, but Wesley was just not prepared for the responsibility of marriage or parenting. He was a nice guy but just not ready for life away from HS. I worked as a waitress, mostly caring for Risse, and took business courses online as much as possible.

“After many conversations with my mom and dad, we all decided it was best for me to move on. They offered me financial support, but I said no unless there was a real emergency. I applied at this hotel, gave them my Memphis letters of REC, and started working in the executive dining room the next day.

“I actually think I am slowly working my way toward Durham. I want to ask the Fuqua School of Business for a second chance but am terrified of Shari Hubert saying no way.”

Risse again, “I want my mommy to take me to see the Duke Blue Devils, and then I will be real happy!”

“I have my resume here on my tablet and can email it to you. Maybe, one of you could offer me your thoughts regarding reapplying for my scholarship to Fuqua via Dean Shari Hubert?”

One younger man introduced himself as Andrew (Andy) Travis, an Associate Professor of Economics at Duke. He gave Di his Duke University business card, asking her to email him her resume right away and he would take a quick look. He also asked her to send him a complete admission document request package with grades, curriculum details, GPA confirmation, extracurricular activities, etc.

Andy viewed Di’s Resume with raised eyebrows, asking when he could see her full information package.

Di was comfortable talking with Andy since he proudly wore his wedding band. She would be happy to leave a package for him at the front desk mid-morning tomorrow.

2017

Three months later, Di quit her waitress job and temporarily moved to Durham, NC. She had been officially invited to participate in an eight-week experimental summer program, which Duke was beta testing. If Di qualified after the eight-week pre-program, her five-year full-ride BA/MBA scholarship would be reinstated.

Di had many online and Zoom conversations with the Duke Fuqua Admissions office, which finally morphed into the eight-week summer study offer. Her parents were in total agreement with Di, saying this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. They also reminded Di that financial help was available from them if and when she needed it. So Di decided she was definitely going for it.

Di still had a few major issues, one of which was she now had a nearly five-year-old little girl to take care of. So she needed to work somewhere at least part-time while attending Duke on a five-year scholarship. Additionally, Durham, NC, had a very high cost of living, so she needed to live away from the main Duke campus.

Di was quite frugal, so she had sufficient funds on hand for the eight-week Business School pre-admission beta test program. She and Risse would live in the married student housing quarters. Free onsite daycare was provided in the building where most of their regular classes were held. Many of these minor pre-program adjustments were actually recommended by Di during her several conversations with the Dean of Admissions office. So Di was under intense scrutiny from day one.

Four other female students were in the 8-week Fuqua Business School pilot advanced study program being beta-tested. They were all single moms whose unexpected pregnancies as HS seniors had derailed their plans for going to college.

The first week of the study’s minimum required performance test results for this special program was hot and heavy. It immediately became clear that most pre-program students viewed this project as an eight-week joyride or paid vacation. So by the three-week mark, Di was the only student still standing in the program. Di and the Program were fondly labeled as The Exception.

Di’s problem-solving and study performance had been outstanding since the first day of class. Risse was also genuinely living it up as a real Duke Blue Devil, even though she was just in daycare. Di had splurged and purchased Risse a Duke Blue Devil child’s backpack. Then she fully stocked the backpack with Blue Devil logoed pens, notepads, pencils, and an introductory Blue Devil Fine Arts study pack.

With the exceptionally high pre-program attrition rate of 80%, Di was somewhat worried about whether the daycare service would be discontinued. Risse was now the lone child participating in the daycare program. Associate Professor Andy told Di not to worry. She should just bring Risse to class with her until further azeri escort notice.

Risse was now in Blue Devil Heaven because she was going to big person Duke Blue Devil classes with her mom. Di planned Risse’s daily lessons each week, telling her she needed to study like mom since she had just graduated from daycare.

Risse mimicked her mom as she shouldered her Duke backpack and strolled confidentially into the classroom as if she owned it. Di sat Risse at a small workbench, taking out her favorite art study project booklet. Di then told Risse to work on the first five pages for an hour.

While Di was sifting through her study notes, a cute little girl, maybe ten or eleven years old, peeked around the door before entering the classroom. Trailing behind her were two ladies in their mid to late thirties, who were probably Duke Professors. These two ladies must have known the young girl since they had guided her into this special classroom.

The cute girl introduced herself to Di, “I am Autumn June Mason, and the word’s out that you need some babysitting help.”

Di just couldn’t help herself as she snickered, “Pleased to meet you, Autumn June. So when did June become a part of Autumn?”

Then Risse decided to be silly like her mom, “I thought it was June-July-August, so I guess they changed August to Autumn on the calendar.”

Autumn June stood there a bit perplexed by Di and Risse’s joking comments. So Di, thinking she had hurt the little girl’s feelings, hastily ran over and gave Autumn June a sweet, warm hug. Of course, Risse was right on mom’s heels, giving Autumn June a bear hug.

Di then looked Autumn June in the eye and said, “I apologize because I shouldn’t have made fun of your name!” hugging the cute little girl again. “My name is Diane (Di) Ames, and the little one is my daughter Clarisse (Risse) Ames, who will soon be five years old. You can call us Di and Risse if you like. Okay?”

Risse had really big ears, so she asked. “Hey June-July-Autumn, are you my new babysitter?” as she gleefully grinned at her wisecrack.

Autumn June growled, “Yes, I am the new babysitter and am coming to get you right now,” as she also acted silly!

Risse took off running from Autumn June with their going around and around the room before tiring out. Then Risse suddenly stopped, flinging herself into Autumn June’s arms, “You’re a really crazy girl, and I do like you. Are you coming here to play with me every day?” asked Risse while holding on tight to Autumn June.

Di walked over to the gasping pair and said, “That’s it. We will all start running every morning because you two definitely need some daily exercise.”

A few moments later, the two nicely dressed ladies walked over and introduced themselves to Di and Risse. Autumn June was their niece, spending a month of her summer school vacation on campus. So they were looking for possible non-academic special activities to keep her entertained.

Di turned to Autumn June, smiling, “First, tell us what name we should use and how old you are. Do you want to hang out with Risse and me for the next month?”

“Please call me June. I am almost 12, and yes… yes, I really want to hang out with you and Risse for a month,” as Autumn June smiled brightly.

“Okay, Done Deal,” replied Di. “‘Babysitter’ is the wrong word for your big job during the next month. I want you to be Risse’s friend, like an elder sister. I can see that you are really smart and hope you will teach Risse many different things while we are all together.

“This special classroom, as well as other neat places, such as Museums, Libraries, and Art Galleries, are all great places for learning.”

Di followed up by asking. “June, are there any special projects you want to work on for the month?”

June answered, “I am very interested in Astronomy and plan to visit Mars by my twenty-fifth birthday. I especially like stargazing on clear nights and will teach Risse about all the stars in our galaxy. I also love reading about engineering, so I will teach Risse the basic theories of jet propulsion, which is important for my Mars trip.”

“Okaaay… what do you like to do for fun, June, like singing, drawing, coloring, or other types of artsy stuff?” asked Di, also looking at Risse.

Risse took a small box from her Blue Devil backpack and asked June, “Wanna paint?”

June replied, “Firstly, Di, I am so happy taking care of Risse and helping with her favorite stuff like art. I have never babysat before and do not have any brothers or sisters. So I have been very lonely most of my whole life while growing up.

“I am stuck in some old boarding school for GIFTED children most of the time, which I do not like. All they have there are rules for the things I cannot do. I am so happy that Aunt Maryland let me visit for a month, so I can have some real fun this summer.”

June continued, “I will love spending a lot of time with Risse, doing whatever makes her happy because I already like her! Risse is smart and funny, so I do not want her to be sad a lot like me.”

Then June asked, “Risse, let’s go sit at the work table, and you show me all of what’s in your book bag? Maybe we can work on something special today while your mom, Di, studies.”

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It was a Sunday morning. I woke up to the smell of bacon. No one had a spare key for my dorm room except her so I knew exactly who it was. I forced myself to get up from my cozy, warm bed and went straight to the kitchen. I saw Ilya flippantly cooking bacon–the one I bought just yesterday–on my non-stick pan. She looked out of focus so I snapped my fingers to get her attention. She stared at me, startled by my sudden presence. I spoke, “That’s enough already. I don’t like them crunchy.”

Ilya looked at me incredulously. “Who said they were for you?” she retorted.

“Your conscience. You should listen to her for once,” I replied before yawning. I got a cup of coffee and leaned on the ledge of the kitchen and stared at her. Ilya was wearing my apron over her casual clothes.

She chuckled and said, “Okay. I lost that one.”

“You always do,” I stated.

“Excuse me?” Ilya rhetorically asked with an offended look.

“You are excused.”

Ilya clicked her tongue out of mock-irritation, “Damn it. I fell right into that one, huh?”

I smiled. Silence ensued into the room. Only the the sound of sizzling meat remained.

“I broke up with Ethan,” she declared casually as she flipped the bacon one by one.

I took a sip of my coffee calmly before saying a simple, “I see.” It tasted bittersweet.

This has always been our dynamic. We’ve been friends since we were children. My family moved in the neighborhood and she was there, playing with the sand every single day on a very grand scale. I approached her first and since then, we’ve been best friends.

She grabbed a plate and took the bacon out from the pan. Ilya laid it on the table and I took a seat.

“These are all toasted. I told you I didn’t like them that way,” I said begrudgingly.

“We can’t have everything we want, Peter.” She grinned.

You mean like I can’t have you?

I forcefully suppressed the thoughts and just grabbed some bread.

Ilya smirked before placing another plate on the table. It was bacon cooked exactly the way I liked it. Where it came from and when exactly did she cook them, I didn’t know.

I blankly stared at her as she casually ate her portion before grabbing some of mine. I took a bite. They were still warm, but not too hot. It indicated the fact that she prepared them first. I wasn’t really all that hungry.

In the end, I finished it all.

“What happened anyway?” I asked after we were both finished and cleaning up.

She replied, “I don’t know. I mean, like. Hmm. Yeah. I’m not sure, really. I guess he just wasn’t right for me.”

After a pause, I said, “So, do you wanna drink and talk about it?”

She asked, tilting her head, “What kind?”

“I have tequila.” I shrugged.

“Sounds pretty good,” she replied.

“I’ll get it.” I went to my room and opened the drawers under my bed. I had plenty of alcohol, actually. I usually drink tequila for the more casual sessions though. They don’t typically come with hangovers, though I’m careful never to get one anyway. If I wanted to get fucked up, I’d just snort coke or something. I rarely want that, so weed was mostly my recreational drug. More mild. And legal.

I took the bottle of alcohol in my hands and closed the door. Not before Ilya followed me in the room and comfortably allowed herself to fall on my bed.

I asked, “You wanna drink here?” It was mostly for formalities. Knowing her, she’d love to drink here.

“Yes, please,” Ilya replied as she made herself comfortable wrapped around my blanket.

I turned on air-conditioning before going into the kitchen and grabbing two shot glasses along with salt and sliced lemons. When I returned, Ilya was sound asleep. I chuckled. I’ve always been amazed by how quickly she could sleep anywhere, as long as she trusted whoever was with her.

I hated that audacity, but I loved it when she did it with me.

I crouched and leaned in close to her face. I twirled the few strands of her brown hair resting itself on her forehead before brushing it lightly behind her ears. She looked a lot more bright when she was sleeping. My heart twinged.

Before I continue, you probably need a little background on us.

I’m in love with this girl. I want to say I’m only kind of into her or something to downplay my feelings, but that seems a bit pathetic–even from me. Plus, I’d like to say I’m pretty open about it. Except to the person involved. You see, I never liked lying, but I am pretty darn good at it when necessary. This is one of many instances where it was. I made sure I hid my romantic feelings well from her.

So, yeah. I’m very much in love with my best friend. I can’t quite get enough of her.

Beautifully unhinged in a neutral, mysterious kind of way, Ilya was a gorgeous Latina woman with a brilliant mind and the most incredible sense of humor I’ve ever come across in my life. She was witty, nice, charming. Not in the perky way either–which I personally find tiring to deal with. I could engage in a conversation with her for the longest time without getting bored Hd Porno for a minute. Meanwhile, one of her smiles can power a solar panel for days.

She isn’t without flaws; Ilya can act pretty childish sometimes, but she gives great advice when it’s necessary. She considers pretty much every side so she’s mostly neutral. But she’s also pragmatic in that she’s aware there are correct choices, although not necessarily right by today’s standards. She hates dancing, raisins, and warm pillows. On the other hand, she loves drinking, singing, and watching the trashiest movies in creation.

All these tiny details made up Ilya, the individual whom I love very much. I’m way past that embarrassment in admitting it to myself.

I knew almost everything about her after all these years. I’m also painfully familiar with her dating habits–in that she basically dated different guys every month. Every time she breaks up with a dude, she barges into my house the next morning and proceeds to eat my food for the next week. Whenever it happened, I always uncontrollably wondered why she never touched or considered me. Especially when we get along so well.

Now mind you, I’m an attractive man with nice eyes and a well-built stature. God, it sounds narcissistic when I say that, but it’s true. I’ve been told I take after my mother–who was popular for being really pretty back then. So I think I’m pretty blessed in that respect.

Many girls (and boys) constantly express their interest in me. When they do, they always either mention my green eyes, my curly dark-brown hair, or my tall, lean physique. In fact, for the better part of my college life, I was known for being that “smoking freshman.” It actually got pretty annoying. Sure, the compliments were new and exciting. After all, no one’s actually been forward enough to tell me I’m attractive before except my family.

But weird stuff kept happening around me constantly, and it became harder to do casual stuff. Plus, college girls were terrifying to me then, with all the confessions and the giggling and the flirting. Until now, the quality I love and fear the most about them is their unabashed, transparent honesty. They’re among the most straightforward people I have ever met in my life, hands down. I’ve been told I look like I don’t have a personality by a pretty girl (ouch), and that I should watch my back lest my clothes be ripped off the moment I let my guard down by another on the same fucking afternoon. They’d just greet me, saying the damndest, most unfiltered things. This continued on for the whole semester during my first year. They insistently flirted and stared at me from afar until an upperclassman, Imani, asked me out and I agreed.

Imani was a beautiful black woman who was well-known around campus as the ace of our varsity team in tennis. Honestly, despite my popularity, she felt way out of my league. I wasn’t socially inept, but I was introverted so I didn’t really make new social circles–which, by college standards, was pretty lame. Imani, on the other hand, was pretty friendly. Coupled with her skills in tennis, she was famous even around other neighboring universities. She basically had a shiny halo above her head. Those type of women don’t usually go for men like me, no matter how handsome they were.

But I didn’t question it much. I was plenty attracted to her; Imani was pretty damn mature and composed. She was polite to the people around her too, no matter who they were.

She had a bit of meat (especially on her thighs), which I really liked. Her arms were pretty toned from varsity training. Tennis was no fucking joke. Her body was really maintained down to every fiber of fat and muscle. I remember blankly staring at her once when she was training. Back then, I was a bit ashamed to admit I had a thing for women in sportswear. It’s just so fucking typical of me as a man to find that attractive, you know?

I couldn’t help it though. That shit is hot to me even now. The only difference is I hid it then.

Every day during training, Imani wore a white racerback top and tight shorts that showcased her cheeks to the brim. God, she looked so fucking hot. I couldn’t take my eyes off her–more specifically, her fucking ass. Watching it bounce for ten minutes straight makes your mind numb, I tell you. It’s literally a fucking work of art. Jesus. It was so round and big, but not in the unnatural, plastic surgery kind of way–which I don’t really hate or mind at all. It’s just not my thing.

Her buttocks laid perfectly well onto her meaty thighs–simultaneously looking practical and beautiful. You could easily tell it was a result of hard work, training and sadly, genetics. It wasn’t something anyone could achieve–at least not in the same, shapely way. It really was one of a kind. The type of ass that could turn heads in a mall.

The type of ass that could figuratively make an atheist look up and give God a fucking thumbs up. Man, just remembering the first time I ever saw it naked still got my mouth watering even now.

Surprisingly, Türkçe Altyazılı Porno if I had to choose my favorite part of Imani, however, it would probably be her light-brown eyes. They just really fucking glowed when paired with her beautiful, black skin. It was effortlessly surreal.

We went out on a date on this high-end restaurant. I had tons of fun–spending the better half of our little meet-up just looking at the way her eyes popped with the warm lighting. Imani was pretty nice the whole time. She even paid in the end. I told her it wasn’t necessary, but she said she asked me out so it’s her responsibility to pay. I felt pretty bad, so I ended up buying her the pair of shoes she obviously had her eyes on to make it even.

We ended up making out on her couch then. She lived in a two-bedroom apartment on the second floor of an all- girls dormitory with a roommate. Judging from that, I’m sure you can tell how hard I worked just to sneak in across the gate. Because they sure as hell wouldn’t have allowed a guy in there, no matter how nicely you ask. Thankfully, my sneaking didn’t end up as a waste; her roommate was at her parents’ house at the time and the place was all ours. I still remember the conversation we had back then.

“Wanna fuck me in the ass?” Imani asked suddenly.

I spat out the glass of water I was drinking after our intense make-out session.

“Shit. I’m sorry. Uh, wow. That was not–I didn’t see that coming. Fuck. I’m sort of speechless. Really sorry for this. Do you have a tissue?” I asked, almost incoherent.

She laughed at my pathetic, bumbling reaction. I blushed furiously.

The gorgeous black girl complimented as she gave me a tissue, “You’re really cute. I almost feel sorry for teasing you.”

“Thanks for sugarcoating it,” I replied sheepishly.

“No problem,” she replied back with a grin.

She continued slowly after a silent pause, “I wasn’t joking with the offer though. I’m clean. I did a little prep before our date just in case.”

I gulped.

“So…you wanna?” she asked, twirling her hair around her finger. My dick twitched at the sight. You have to understand that back then, that gesture was basically a universal “fuck me.”

I nodded to agree, realizing I was kind of sweating.

She smiled brightly at my positive response and gently led me to her room by hand. I blankly followed her, her genuine happiness over being butt-fucked by a guy on the first date was turning me on so damn much. It actually became pretty hard to walk with the raging boner. I also couldn’t believe I was fucking ass for my first time. Wasn’t it too much for a virgin? It felt a lot like having to fight the final boss on an opening intro or something.

I honestly still don’t know whether that was a lucky break or not until now. Back then, however, I was definitely leaning more towards the former. Anal wasn’t exactly an experience most people would go through. Sure, it was less frowned upon now compared to before, but not everyone wanted to try it.

I wasn’t everyone.

Imani let go and ran ahead towards her room and I followed. Her room was pretty cozy. It was pretty small, air-conditioned, and it smelled great–probably because of the purifier I saw in the corner. I saw Imani sitting on her bed as she slowly, seductively took off her shirt and threw it at my face.

I took the fabric on my hands and inhaled the scent like a fucking pervert. She laughed again. This time though, I wasn’t blushing. I was unabashedly looking at her body like it was my favorite candy bar.

And eating your favorite candy bar was something to be serious about.

Imani seemed startled that the cute boy was suddenly gone, replaced by a man who knew what he wanted. She grinned as she jiggled her tits with her hands. My breath hitched.

I quickly took off my shirt in return and I could tell from her occasional glances that she liked what she saw.

I enjoyed working out for no specific reason so I was pretty fit. I emulated her seduction–using my hands to knead and play with my own pecs. She seemed to get the joke because she heartily laughed before biting her lip sexily. I slowly slid the belt off of my toned waist (definitely something that would be put to use very soon), never taking my eyes off hers as I stripped myself completely of any clothing.

I stood there, completely on her judgement. She seemed quite shocked with my size. I was actually slightly nervous. Plenty girls have been intimidated by my size.

But I saw the way she kept glancing at it despite trying not to. That was when I realized I didn’t have anything to worry about. Imani was a competitive woman; maybe she took it as a challenge.

Next thing I know, the beautiful woman was laying flat on her stomach with her ass up towards me. She shook it sideways and said, innocently sultry, “You get to unpack this, big boy. It’s only fair after you gave me a view of that pussy-drenching cock.”

Since then, I have had an obsession with women calling me “big Brazzers boy.” I don’t exactly know why it was such a big turn-on for me. It felt…..emasculating yet validating at the same time, I guess.

Despite my erratic thoughts, I didn’t actually waste any more time lightly pulling on her shorts, completely focused on the sexy arch of her back and waist and further down her perfect, round buttocks. What I saw the next second shocked me to my core.

Imani wasn’t wearing any underwear. What she was wearing, instead, was a butt-plug. It was pink in color–the flat, circular handle resting neatly on top of her asshole. Written on the front were black letters spelling, “Exclusively For Cock.”

Fuck.

Since when has she been wearing…..? She grinned at my reaction and spoke, “Heard the boys talking. They said you had a horse-cock, and they were right.”

I was speechless.

Imani exclaimed, “I just had to, baby. I couldn’t help it! God, it’s bigger than I thought it would be though. How thick and long is this monster?” She bit her lips before reaching out and slowly stroking it. I hissed at the first skin contact my dick has ever felt with another person’s hands. I couldn’t focus. Even if I did though, I couldn’t have answered.

I never actually measured. It never really seemed to matter–most girls said no at the sight of it, and I had no experience to actually talk them through it.

I said with gritted teeth, “I never–shit..! I don’t really know because I’ve never m-measured, and I don’t want other people to know either.”

She replied, “Don’t worry. No one else knows about this. I only found out because some of the boys saw it in the shower…and they only tell me because I let them fuck my ass.”

I chuckled in relief. I decided then that I was going to completely avoid showing my junk off in any way after that. Why?

Because “smoking freshman” honestly seemed way more appealing as a nickname than “horse-cock” back then.

That said, I suddenly grew curious on the number of men Imani’s offered her ass to. What about her pussy? My eyes were then drawn to her lips. It looked positively wet and delicious.

“Has anyone ever fucked this?” I asked as I gently slid my finger over her labia.

She moaned, “No. I love taking it in the ass. Plus, I’m saving my pussy for someone special.”

“Wow. Never expected you were that type,” I remarked with wonder, focusing back on her ass as I kneaded her sweet cheeks like dough.

“I have always been a romantic. My first time is only for future hubby,” Imani said with a wink.

I didn’t question it any further. I pulled on the plug and watched her gaping asshole squeeze tightly as if it didn’t want to let go. I bit my lips. The sides of her puckered entrance were a couple of shades darker than her ebony skin, which I found really hot.

Fuck physics, this is the black hole I wanted to learn about.

I saw her gaping asshole slowly close…open…close back…before opening again. Repeatedly doing so in varying speed. It looked as if it was breathing–taking in deep breaths–as it prepared for what truly belonged inside.

A big, fat cock.

My dick twitched at the erotic sight. Imani was grinning; obviously, she was doing it on purpose.

“Fuck this slutty ass, baby. Punish me for taking cock up my chute? God, I’ve always wanted to try big cock,” she moaned.

Of course I obliged.

An hour later, I found myself furiously driving myself into her as she screamed in ecstasy. At that point, I already came twice–once in her back, once in her breasts.

But goddamn, I didn’t want to stop. She didn’t either, thankfully. Orgasms seemed to be rippling through her body as she drove herself deeper against my cock. I grunted out loud as I looked at her bouncing ass with my hands on her waist. The contrast of my skin against hers was strangely erotic.

My pale hands on her waist.

My white dick on her black ass.

It’s probably got something to do with the actual color because the obscene sight of my white cum on her beautiful, black breasts awhile ago? Now, that was a sight I wouldn’t forget anytime soon. The sight of her dark skin completely highlighting the globules of white cum I spurted on her tits appeared in my mind like a replay. I felt like I was marking her; marking my territory. The thought made me fuck her ass harder. She grunted periodically at my every thrust.

Aside from her constant moaning, there were occasional moments where her squeals turned very high as her insides shook with intense vibrations. Whenever that happened, toe-curling tremors massaged my whole damn length. It’s happened about five times over the course of the hour. I almost had a heart attack when it first happened too; I was pretty big after all. I may have accidentally hit something that shouldn’t be prodded at. When I asked if she was okay though, she screamed at me to keep going. I realized then that I was hitting sweet spots from the other side, and that those contractions were what people meant when they referred to anal orgasms. It felt great knowing Imani was having fun. I gained a bit more confidence knowing I was nailing her good. Subsequently, I remembered a discussion board I read the other day on the internet. Women in there said that funny faces were how you knew you were giving it good to a girl.

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Please note, this is a true story. However, I’ve changed the names, ages, places and occupations to protect the other person’s privacy. I have no shame so enjoy, LOL.

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Friend Asked to Watch Ch. 05

Her taboo fantasy was surreal.

I woke up the next morning again needing to get up for work. Penny still asleep in my arms and Madison not in the room. I walked outside to grab some water and to call room service for breakfast. I opened the door and saw Madison asleep on the couch wearing one of my white button up shirts and still the black fishnet stockings from last night. She was on the chaise in front of the tv. I was quite tempted to wake her up with sex. To be honest extremely tempted.

I decided against it, as tempted to fuck her again I also knew with Penny asleep I’d be playing with fire. I didn’t plan on having my cock, mouth and body spend so much time with/on/in Maddy. I picked up the phone and quietly ordered room service to be delivered 90 minutes from now. I figured all of us would be up. I was working a shorter day and the ladies were supposed to drive back home while I had an evening flight to catch.

I stepped into the bathroom and as I was about to close the door when “fire” came in behind me. Madison looked so hot with my white button up on. She dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants. Then pull my underwear to the floor. Her mouth immediately surrounded my shaft with its warmth. She was getting my cock hard and wet.

I began to fully undress. I know this was playing with fire but there was something about how audacious she was. I also knew what she wanted but wasn’t sure if and how devious she would be this time. Hd Porno Yesterday morning was quite an eye opener already. And to my wonder it didn’t take long to find out.

Madison looked up at me and said, “Your slut needs to be fuck right here, right now.” She used a tone that was not only demanding but so lustful. I was turned on even more. I had to have her. I pulled her to her feet ripped off my shirt she was wearing.

My hands gripped and squeezed her very firm breasts. My eyes lit with desire as I stared into hers. I reached up and clasped her face. Pulling her into a passionate embrace. The way she kissed me back was even more feverish then yesterday. The shower wasn’t even on but our bodies and desire had the room steaming.

I was torn on what to do next. I wanted to go on with our lips connected like this for the rest of the day. The heat between us was like all the events of the past few days placed into one kiss, one moment, one climax. I knew our bodies wanted much more then kissing though. Do I turn her around, press her up against the wall and enter her? Do I pick up her and have her bounce on my cock? What actually happened next I still can’t figure what got into me.

I think my primal lust got the best of me. I bent her over the bathroom and started to brutally spank her. I asked her to tell me her most taboo fantasy. While she would tell me I would fuck her during her sinful confession. What she replied with sent chills of excitement and concern through my body the whole time.

Her fantasy began with, “I would be the hot stripper at a bachelor party for a soon to be groom. I would dance around in such a slutty and proactive way Türkçe Altyazılı Porno that would make everyone including even the minister forsake his vows. After I finish my dance, I then pretend to leave but I would be hiding outside. Waiting for all the guests to leave. Waiting for the right moment to come back and seduce the would-be groom.”

There was something so naughty about the way she said it. I had stopped spanking and entered her with a strong thrust. While I started fucking this naughty slut, she continued her story. “Once I find my opening I would push him down and tie him up.” she said. Whoa, where is this going I thought. All while still fucking her over the counter.

She went on, “I would tie his arms against the bed poles, tear off his clothes and tease his throbbing tool. I would rub my wet swollen lady parts over his tool. I would make him so hard to the point of bursting. Then at the stage where he would climax. I would make him say he’d leave his bride for me.”

Damn, just damn. This woman was so depraved so wicked so sinister but yet so hot. I was enjoying her story and pounding her pussy. I had a conflicting quandary. The harder I fucked her the more she would moan and scream in pleasure but struggled to tell her story. The slower my thrusts got the more she could say but I wasn’t as satisfied.

Greedily, I tried to find a balance of both physical and mental stimulation. So I tried to tempo my thrust with her story. The hotter it got, the harder I thrust and the more we both enjoyed it. Madison was also feeling her body tingle and quiver in pleasure. She was also captured in the moment much like the Brazzers whole weekend.

I’m sure she wanted to close the weekend with a helluva bang. Her next words were, “He would say yes and swear his desire for mine. I would then mount him. Mount him I did. Mounted him like he was a mechanical bull and I was a wild cowgirl. Once he was ready to cum, I would make him reaffirm he was leaving his bride for me. Once he said yes, he would be allowed to climax inside me. He would thank me for the climax and I would lay on his chest. With his arms around me I would tell him one thing.”

Madison held off on saying what that one thing was. At the time I didn’t know if she was being fucked so senseless by me as her story amped me so much. Or if she was saving it for the right time to tell me. Her words went silent but her screams continued to grow in volume. She was no longer making coherent words just sounds with her mouth. My hips and ability to thrust had always been a strength of mine.

I knew her explosion was close and I wanted it to be extra hot. Just as it was approaching I said, “Your such a naughty fucking SLUT”. And there it was, her body tensing and shaking more. Her juices splattering all over both of us. My cock still pumping her hard. Madison’s breathing so rapid and her mind basking in the ecstasy. My eruption was also near.

I was about to blow when I said, “Do you want me to cum inside you or on your breasts so I can clean them off with my tongue again.”

She replies, “The thing I would tell the groom was your mine now, Taylor!”

Oh my fucking G…..I came inside her like a hose just went off. I was screaming in ecstasy and unloading wave after wave of cum into her. Did this woman just tell me her taboo fantasy was to seduce and steal a man that’s about to be married. Then say she wanted it to be me. Or was she just good a dirty talk and said it to add extra heat to an already flaming hot sexcapade. Whatever the case my orgasm had me shook.

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Carissa awoke both wet and excited. She could not remember the details of what she imagined in her sleep but the obvious wetness left her certain that it had to have been very erotic whatever it was. Her first inclination was to reach for the trusty friend stashed in the bedside table and that is likely how she would have spent the next fifteen minutes or more had she not stopped to check the time.

Not only was Carissa already late, this wasn’t just any regular work day. She’d purposely gone to bed early knowing that she needed an early start to make it to Toronto on time. And this wasn’t supposed to be a social trip. Carissa had been elected as the union rep and could not be late for a scheduled debate and vote that had to be in person. If she fucked this up, it had consequences for her and all of her coworkers.

The plan had been to race down to Toronto, influence the debate for the best outcome, see that the vote went as she intended and then celebrate her success with a night in the big city. The drive would be all of three hours on a good day and that was assuming she didn’t encounter any serious traffic or construction. Fortunately, she was well prepared on the issues so the only concern was arriving on time.

As the miles passed and the GPS indicated she would arrive with twenty minutes to spare, Carissa’s anxiety lessened. A familiar tingle brought back thoughts of the morning and the missed opportunity for some much desired relief. It would not have been the first time she had treated herself to a casual rub while driving but the traffic was fairly thick so she thought better of it. Her mind however, was on full on hormone alert which was like a form of unintended self-torture that she could not turn off.

Carissa’s mind went to past experiences. Not all of the details or any of the emotions. Just short vignettes like a slide show of partners moving in quick sequence. Her mind refreshed the images of a naked body hovering over her – the anticipation in that moment just before contact. The myriad of senses as the firm rigidity of a penis parted her lips and pleasantly stretched the walls of her vagina.

Just as Carissa’s exit appeared she received a group message from union leadership announcing that the debate and vote had been delayed one hour. All of the rush had been for not but at least she would have time to check into her hotel and get a fresh change of clothes. She had decided to stay overnight to break up the driving and treat herself to a much deserved night in the big city without any worries of family and work.

Her room was utterly luxurious with ten foot ceilings and an entire wall of glass overlooking her balcony and the incredible Toronto skyline. The queen sized bed was tempting but Carissa still just had enough time for a freshen up and a subway ride to the conference centre. Before leaving, Carissa placed her ribbed glass dildo on her pillow and plugged in a very realistic looking rubber vibrator into the charger. She had some hope of a casual hookup but just in case, she’d brought along a few toys to ensure that some much needed relief would be available if no better opportunities materialized.

The morning part of the conference consisted mostly of opposite parties talking over each other and hurling insults across the room. The debate remained heated from start to finish but in the end, the vote went as expected and the results favored Carissa’s expectations. While focused on the issues at hand, Carissa had still been unable to ignore the longing ache between her thighs. She remembered the feel of holding her toys in hand and wished she’d taken the time for at least a solo quickie before coming to the debate.

Throughout the day and during coffee breaks, Carissa scanned the room to see if there might be a good candidate for a one-night stand. There were lots of men to chit chat with but not a single one that either was single or held out the bare minimum of what Carissa expected even for the type of anonymous sex that she rarely engaged in. Alas, perhaps it would be just her and another night with the toys which wasn’t the worst way to experience pleasure given the lack of suitable partners.

The return subway ride was very much busier than her earlier trip in mid-morning. The cars were absolutely jam packed and with each stop, more riders seemed to get on than those who left. With one hand on the ceiling rail, Carissa had to stand on the tips of her toes to see over the sea of heads in order to keep track of when her stop was coming. All around her Carissa felt the touch and the heat of strange bodies. An unseen pair of breasts were pressed against her back and bounced against her with every jolt of the subway car.

Again, Carissa’s mind began to wander into the darker regions of her imagination. She began to imagine that the lights suddenly turned off and strange hands beginning to freely explore her body. The vulnerability of being pressed in place while unable to see the faces of those who took liberties Hd Porno with her trapped body, heightened the fantasy to the degree that Carissa noticed her heart rate had begun to race.

Next she imagined the scenario playing out but now she was dressed in only a short skirt. Hands of unknown origin had reached in to pull her panties to the floor. Strangers began to fondle her from in front and behind. Another pair or pairs cupped and squeezed her excited breasts. Fingers made their way across her sex and dipping between her slickened lips. Fingers from two different persons jockeyed to get inside her with both eventually being successful at the same time.

The subway fantasy was well in play and so vivid in Carissa’s mind that she thought about skipping her stop and allowing the imagined scene to play out to completion. It was tempting indeed but the need for physical touch had become overwhelming. Carissa knew she had to get back to the hotel as soon as possible or she’d find herself in some dirty public washroom trying to quietly finger herself to orgasm. The challenge of doing so without women in the other stalls hearing her was unlikely at best.

Carissa returned straight to the hotel and up to her room without stopping. The minute the door was locked behind her she was naked and lying on the luxurious queen-sized mattress with toys in hand. Before either could begin to bring pleasure Carissa was distracted by a text from an unknown number. It turned out to be Jay whom she knew from her hometown but certainly hadn’t expected to hear from.

Jay worked in the same building as she but was self-employed. Turns out, he had an unrelated conference and was staying at the hotel directly opposite Carissa’s. He had seen her parking her car when she first arrived at the hotel and wondered if the two of them might get together for a cocktail. Begrudgingly accepting that her self-pleasure fest would have to wait just a bit longer, Carissa consider Grabbing her phone and made her way out to the balcony. Perhaps without conscious thought, she took her toys with her.

Carissa mostly knew Jay from their common workplace but they had other friends in common and she was aware of some of the people he had dated over the years. She suspected by the invitation for a drink that Jay might just be angling to fill her empty dance card for the night. Her weekend plans had definitely included some slutty behavior on her part but she wasn’t sure whether she was comfortable with any of that having a hometown connection.

As the back and forth texting continued Carissa began to fondle her toys. She was stretched out in a reclining deck chair with her legs spread and feet on the glass walls of the balcony. She and Jay had already spotted one another from their respective balconies and Jay was two floors below so she knew that he would not be able to observe her wanton display of exhibitionism.

Unbeknownst to her texting partner, Carissa had begun to slide the bulbous end of the glass dildo several inches deep. While maintaining just enough concentration to reply, Carissa’s focus had once again returned to her burning need for a good cum. Looking out at the thousands of balcony windows staring back at her Carissa thrilled at the wonderment of just how many people could see her brazen display. To anyone with binoculars or even good eye sight, her’s was a very public display of activities that had always been reserved for her most private moments.

Carissa brought the texting to an end with the suggestion that they should check in with each other later in the evening to see if their schedules would match up for a drink. She let him know that barring any new plan, she would likely dine in at the hotel restaurant. With all distractions finally out of the way, Carissa focused in earnest on the long overdue need for orgasm.

The glass dildo was truly a remarkable development in the world of toys for women. The smooth texture and twisting ribbed edges stimulated her insides like no other toy she had tried. The significant weight added to the experience and seemed to always keep the ridges of her opening with a constant feeling to stretch. Of course, her clitoris was never left for long without equal attention. The lifelike rubber vibrator was just the perfect mix of sensations and often rivalled the skill of her own fingers.

With eyes wide and searching the horizon of would be window voyeurs, Carissa went to town with her toys. Pumping and rubbing and flexing every muscle of her body, Carissa let a most powerful orgasm wash across her body from the insides out. The sexual display of self-pleasure was full on display for any that happened to look over in the direction of her balcony. The new sensation of performing for an unknown crowd made the experience all the more deliciously wiked.

A long luxurious bath followed orgasm number one and led to numbers two and three while lying in the bubbles. With long needed relief finally at hand, it was time for Türkçe Altyazılı Porno a freshen up and a great meal at the in house steak joint. Carissa jumped into a pair of faded jeans which she complimented with a greyish body top with lace trim at the bottom. Her shiny black leather jacket finished the ensemble nicely and presented a look that might have said casual and relaxed as easy as giving off the impression of horny and on the make.

Over dinner which ended up being a solo affair, Carissa monitored her phone with the faint hope that Jay might reach out. It wasn’t the company so much that she desired but the deep need for a no strings attached hard fucking had been on her mind ever since she booked the Toronto date. Her waiter was both handsome and charming but alas, seemed happily married. Three after-dinner cocktails had Carissa buzzing and horny as ever but resigned to the reality that any pleasure she would experience that night would likely come from her own efforts.

As Carissa entered the elevator she only made it to the second floor before the doors opened for a new passenger. Even without a few too many cocktails and a day of raging hormones, the sight before her would have had her breath caught in her throat. Tall, dark and handsome was a description that seemed specifically suited to the man standing silently before her.

If that wasn’t enough to make her weak in the knees, the fact that he had obviously just returned from the pool made the visual all the more appealing. He was bare chested with just a towel wrapped around his waist. His skin glistened from the strong muscular shoulders all of the way down to his birkenstocks. When she saw his bathing suit in his right hand there was the sudden realization that all that separated her from this attractive being’s manhood was the thin fabric of a hotel towel.

It was unfortunate that this realization came to Carissa so vividly and within seconds she realized that she had been caught staring at what was growing to become a truly impressive bulging outline just below the waist of his towel. As she looked up, their eyes locked and they both know that she had been busted taking a pervy look at his package.

Without speaking, the almost naked Adonis stepped forward and seemed unconcerned about keeping a polite space between them. Carissa’s eyes remained locked on his confident gaze as he moved in close and handed her his bathing suit. There was an interminable pause as though he was feeling out the boundaries or just teasing about what the next step might be.

One hand popped the button and dragged open the zipper. No fumbling or slow exploration was needed. Two hands grabbed at the material and pulled down the tight denim to mid-thigh. A strong hand cupped her panty-covered mound as Carissa realized her back was pressed against the elevator wall. Looking at the opposite mirrored surface reflected the image of Mr. Handsome’s firm glutes and muscular legs.

With their lips locked together and their bodies entwined in a powerful embrace, Carissa thrilled at the eroticism of being fingered by a complete stranger with whom she’d never even bothered to say hello. His fingers were skilled and insistent, hitting all the right nerve endings. Bells began to ding and Carissa momentarily thought this to be a new level of pre-orgasmic release until suddenly she realized that it was the sound of the elevator doors opening.

Mr. Handsome removed his now slick fingers and motioned for her to follow him though she noted that the elevator had stopped two floors below her unit. Still finding words an unnecessarily element of communication, Carissa followed with the stranger’s bathing suit and towel in hand.

Once in his room any remaining clothes were shed like two teenagers after prom. Again, Carissa felt her back pressed against a wall and this time the stranger had moved in close and tight. Her right leg was bent and held in the stranger’s firm grasp as the head of his cock began to slide forward and back across her sensitive clitoris. She tried to reach down and guide him in but he was having nothing of it.

It was like a form of dry humping without clothing but there was nothing dry about the moment and of greatest frustration, nothing in the way of penetration that Carissa so badly needed. A never before feeling of desperation had Carissa willing to do anything in the world to get what she needed. Her heartrate raced as her breathing almost bordered on hyperventilation.

Carissa felt two strong hands lifting her by her armpits and suddenly her feet were no longer touching the plush carpet. With her back pressed against the wall and her muscular partner pressed against her, she realized that her groin was hovering just above the bulbous head of his cock. With excruciating slowness, Carissa was lowered one milimetre at a time until their pubic bones met and the burning flesh of her vagina stretched to encapsulate his thick member like a sock Brazzers that just barely fit.

His hands no longer held Carissa’s arms and she realized that she was essentially pinned to the wall and held off the floor by noting more that the firmness of his erection. Her grip around his neck was an instinct born of knowing that she would need a few moments to get used to the significant girth of the member that now threatened to push past the ring of her cervix and yet she felt no pain whatsoever.

This was no moment of youthful impatience. This guy definitely had skills and Carissa knew she was about to experience on of the best fuckings of her life. She could feel every inch of her sex tingling and stretching around the rigid flesh and was certain it was his heartbeat being broadcast from the tip of his cock. Two strong hands squeezed and pulled apart the cheeks of her ass making her feel even more open than she thought possible.

The thrusting began but so very slowly at first. Out a few inches and then back in with punctuation at the end. Out a few more and then another firm thrust that mashed their bodies together almost violently. Eventually, the dominant lover began to move himself in and out in a more rhythmic pattern and Carissa was eager to take on as much force as he could muster.

Just when it felt like things were really about to take off, Carissa felt her body moving away from the wall. With her arms clasped firmly around his neck and her mouth locked with his in animalistic passion, her partner began walking around the room and bouncing her up and down his shaft with each step. He was incredibly strong and the idea of falling didn’t even cross Carissa’s mind. As gravity pushed her downward while strong hands lifted her by the armpits Carissa felt literally impaled on the stranger’s rigid penis.

Time had begun to disappear and Carissa lost any sense of just how long she had been bounced up and down like a sex toy that had been designed for the express purpose of male pleasure. But the pleasure was oh so mutual and beyond any experience Carissa could ever imagine. Still no words had been spoken but Carissa was eager to be taken more completely. She was just about to suggest heading to the bed when suddenly she was lifted from his cock and placed back on her feet. The sense of emptiness was palpable but would not be longlasting.

Carissa was spun around suddenly and found herself now looking out over the night sky of Toronto and the many lights of the rooms in the opposite hotels. The curtains were wide open and her breasts were pancaked against the cool glass wall overlooking the city. Her hands were placed against the glass and no instructions were needed to announce what was coming. Those firm hands pulled at her hips, moving them back toward his eager groin. Her feet spread shoulder-width for balance and Carissa arched her back unashamedly begging to be fucked.

The skillful lover teased the wet head of his cock against the tight enterance of Carissa’s ass causing her a moment’s panic that she was about to experience a form of aggression she hadn’t bargained for. It wasn’t that she hadn’t experienced the pleasure of anal play but this guy was an unknown commodity and past history had taught her that anal sex could be very painful if not done carefully and definitely only with a considerate partner.

Again, it was almost time to break with their unwritten non-verbal agreement even while a small part of Carissa’s brain considered just letting him go and seeing where it would lead. There was a constant pressure of the spongy flesh pressing between her asscheeks and their combined wetness meant that with only a minor insistence from the man behind her ass would soon be stretched around his cock.

Before Carissa could think to offer an opinion or even a few words loosely tied together in a sentence – let alone a more formal indication of consent, the pressure disappeared and was immediately replaced by a deep and violent thrust to the depths of her vagina. Gone was the slow, teasing trial run of moments before. A decision had been made and Carissa’s body welcomed the urgent assault with complete enthusiasm. It was very little like two people fucking at that moment. Carissa was being taken and she was willing to be taken and used physically in whatever fashion her incredible lover needed and desire.

With every thrust into her vagina Carissa’s upper torso was pressed firmly against the glass, her sensitive nipples almost burning against the coolness of the smooth surface. The experience seemed like a never-ending hurricane of wet flesh slapping together and primal grunts that sounded more animalistic than human.

This was not to be a minute-man special and Carissa was beginning to wonder how she had never before experienced such intensely raw sex. At the same time, Carissa wasn’t sure she could take this type of fucking on a regular basis and not have it seriously affect her ability to walk without difficulty. On top of the physical pleasure of the act and the excitement of experiencing it with a complete stranger, was the exciting realization that the entire act was being displayed for any who happened to notice. The bright lights of the room silhouetted her naked body being fucked against the glass wall.

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12:17 PM

“What are you doing?”

E whined. My lips nuzzled her neck, tracing the curve of her jaw up to her earlobe. My hands had been wrapped around her waist but now they roamed. My fingers trailed lower, down to where the top fold of her wrap dress lay and slipped underneath.

“Jay, stop”

The cinch around her midriff kept my hand from traveling up her body. But as my fingers found the bow-tied knot holding the belt together, my other hand slipped down between her legs. I pulled on the knot, while resting my hand on her mound. My earlier explorations had figured that she was wearing a thong underneath the dress. I wanted to know if it was the same one we had held up the trial room at Sephora for, two weeks ago.

“Jay!”

E’s face was flushing. She tried to push my hands away, but not before I pulled the knot loose. I grabbed a hold of the cinches and began pulling. E held on to the two ends with one hand, trying to push my wrist away with the other. She tried to step out but I pulled her back into me, my palm resting on her belly right below her navel. Her hips twisted this way and that, but my hand held her in place. Just as I felt her losing her grip on the cinches, the front door opened.

“Mama!” E cried out.

“Baby!”

I let go of her and E rushed into her mum’s arms. The two women held each other in a long, warm embrace. I stood back a couple of paces, watching as the two straps holding up E’s dress slowly slithered away from each other over her waist. I stepped in and caught the ends just as they were about to unravel their final length. And my timing was perfect, because a moment later the two separated. If I hadn’t been holding the straps together behind E’s back, her mum would’ve found out the colour of her thong before I did.

“Mama, this is Jay. We’re dating.”

Discretely passing the straps to E behind her back, I stepped out in front of her and held my hand out to her mum.

“How do you, Miz Dominguez?”

“Oh sweetheart, we’re a hugging family”, she said as she held her arms out and pulled me into an embrace as intimate as the one she had shared with her daughter. She was about a foot shorter than me, and had to stand up on her tip-toes for her chin to rest on my shoulder. I hugged her back, unable to help but laugh.

“I grew up in a hugging family myself.” I told her.

“I can tell”, she replied, before extricating herself from me. She stepped back to take me in.

“Although I don’t know why Esa hasn’t told you that by now.”

E mumbled something behind my back. Her mum and I didn’t break eye contact for the next few seconds, smiling at each other.

“Well, can’t stand out here the whole day. You better come in.” Mrs. Dominguez said.

I picked up the two suitcases which had been resting on the front porch next to us all this while. I carried them into the house, with E leading the way to her upstairs bedroom. The college semester was over, and I was giving her a lift home, on the way to mine. Setting off early in the morning, we had driven all of yesterday and a good part of today, to get to her hometown up in the Western hills. I was going to crash at hers for the night, before leaving for my home, another twelve hours of driving away.

Yesterday’s drive had been fun. Both of us took turns driving, stopping at nature parks and other places of interest along the way. We had gone on a hike in some woods before lunch, and swum in a water hole in the late afternoon. We had stayed at a highway-side motel for the night, both of us too exhausted for anything apart from dinner and a shower. This morning, ten minutes before we hit the road again, E had stepped out of the bathroom wearing that stunning wrap dress, and the whole day from that point had turned into a tease-fest, right until the moment her mum had opened the front door.

E had a great body, one that I had become very familiar with over the past semester — pale skin, slender frame, pert tits, a juicy bubble butt and thick legs. Legs which had been hiked up on the dash for the better part of the drive today, with the hem of her dress bunched up underneath. E made only half-hearted attempts to pull the flimsy material back up, and whenever my hands made their way over her side of the car, she swatted them away. At the rest stops and gas stations, she’d practically run out of the car, making an excuse to snap some photos or use the loo. Back in the car, it would begin all over again. Parting her legs slightly, shifting her weight, bending over to pick something up from the floor. At one point she had her legs tucked underneath her on the seat while she leaned against the passenger side door, and it was a small miracle that she didn’t flash her panties at me.

Not that she needed to do that in order to get a reaction out of me. My nature had been rising since the moment I saw her step out in that dress, and had been building up throughout the morning to where as soon Hd Porno as we crossed the threshold of her bedroom, I threw the suitcases on her bed, whipped around and slammed her up against the wall. My hands gripped her hips, preventing her escape.

“Gotchu now” I growled in her ear. E groaned, before meeting my lips in a fiery kiss. Her hands cupped the sides of my face as she pulled me into her. Our tongues played with each other in wild hunger. My hands slipped behind her waist and cupped a luscious asscheek in each palm. I squeezed and kneaded them, panting in her mouth. When we separated, she gripped my forearms and looked at me with smoky eyes.

“Show me what you got” she whispered. She let go of my arms and turned around. Her hands reached back and pulled open the knot in her belt that she had hastily tied on her mum’s doorstep five minutes ago. The two ends fell away, and an instant later her dress, now unencumbered, slid off her shoulders and fell in a heap at her legs. I had to choke back a gasp.

“You’re not… wearing panties”

She turned and punched me in the arm.

“That’s why I didn’t want you screwing around with me dress, asshole”

But I could only think of how incredibly hot it would’ve been to see her naked, right on the front porch of the house she’d grown up in. The tightness in my pants worsened immediately. I regarded her tight, bare college-girl body. Her nipples already stood in attention on her chest, and as my eyes wandered down I saw that she had trimmed her bush just the way she knew I liked it. E let me ogle her for a bit before she cupped my face in her hand again and pulled my head up to look her in the eyes.

“Hey, focus.”

“You’re making it very hard.”

She grinned, the sly little fox. She glanced down at my crotch.

“I can see that.”

Her hands slid down to my shoulders and she gently but firmly pushed me to the floor.

“Now, like I said, show me what you got”

Now kneeling, her mound was right in my face. I grabbed hold of her thighs and kissed her just below the belly button. She moaned and shivered as I kissed my way down to her trimmed pubes. I could smell her excitement. She had obviously been looking forward to this for as long as I had been. I traced my mouth over her puffy outer lips. When I kissed her delicate folds, E hissed and gripped my scalp.

“Oh fuck”

I placed my mouth right over her entrance and flicked the tip of my tongue up her slit. I felt her hips jerk, but I kept my lips planted over hers as I tasted her for the first time in the fortnight since the exams began. I ran the flat of my tongue against her sex this time, deliberately slower. I knew I was driving her wild. I did this a couple more times until her fingers dug into the skin of my scalp and the side of my face, desperate. Then I dove into her with my tongue.

“Hhhaaahhh!” she hissed through her teeth. I heard her mom ambling about in the house below. E needed to be quiet, but I wasn’t going to make it easy on her. I licked, lapped and laboured away at her sex with my tongue — and I had grown quite good at it over the past five months that we’d been dating — while she cupped her mouth with her hand, whining and whimpering her encouragement. I stroked her thighs as I ate her out. I came up for air for a moment, and she whined as my tongue slipped out of her. I saw the raw hunger in her eyes as she protested with her expression. Her hand pulled my head back to her. I grinned and licked my lips, resisting her hand.

“Please” she mouthed. “please please please”

One of my hands left her thigh and cupped her pussy, thumb rubbing the hood over her sensitive nub, while the index and ring fingers stroked her engorged mound. Her legs tensed and trapped my hand between her crotch and thighs, but I didn’t stop with the digital stimulation. E’s face turned up towards the ceiling, her hand still firmly cupped over her mouth. I kept rubbing her clit with my thumb, edging her for what must’ve felt like hours to her. Her sex was now positively drooling all over my fingers, making delicious wet sounds as my fingers massaged her labia.

Shlick shlick shlick

I decided I hadn’t had enough of her juices yet and dove right back in with my mouth, my lips and tongue replacing my tongue. I kissed and sucked on her button, lapping up her honey from the folds all around it. My fingers finally slipped inside her-

-just as there was a loud knock on the door right behind her.

“Esa!”

E’s eyes flew open and she looked at me, stark fear on her face. My hand paused and I pulled my head back. The door wasn’t locked, and the doorknob began to turn. E was too quick and her hand gripped the knob, stopping the door from opening.

“Esa?” her mum called out again.

“Mama I’m unpacking!” she bleated out.

“What’s taking you so long? I called you down for lunch three times already.”

“We didn’t hear you, sorry.”

E’s voice Türkçe Altyazılı Porno was hoarse. Again, the devilish streak in me reared its head, and I resumed my ministrations on her pussy. E looked down at me, horrified. Her thighs clenched again and she tried to push my wrist away with her free hand. I gripped her hand in my own, pushing it against the wall, trapping it. Meanwhile, E’s mum was listing everything she’d made for the homecoming of her dear daughter.

“… and for dessert we have flan with heaps of syrup, just like you like it.”

Speaking of syrup, I dived back onto E’s clit. My tongue began lapping away at her nub like it was the tastiest, ripest, juiciest fruit, and I was starving.

“I REALLY DO love it mama!” E’s voice hitched in her throat as she tried to fight her impulse to raise her voice. In the past when I had been this voracious with oral, she had screamed the whole residence hall down. “I can’t wait to FUCKING EAT MY GOD”

“Esabella!” Her mother growled. “You’re back home now and you’ll watch your language under my roof!”

“Sorry… sorry sorry I’m so ffffffhhhhhhhh sorry”

I knew E was close. She was trembling, and her eyes were unfocused. Her mouth hung open and she panted. I pumped two fingers inside her as I kept up my oral assault on her body.

“Is Jay with you?”

“He’s in… bathroom… shower…” E was just about staring out over the edge, looking at the near-vertical cliff face under her feet, and the rocks submerged underwater, hundreds of feet below.

“Well you better take a shower yourself before coming down. I could see the sheen of grime on your face from your drive this morning.”

With that, her mum’s steps receded down the corridor to the staircase.

“I will… I swear… shower…”

Famous last words. As soon as E’s mum stepped down the first stair, E began trembling all over. Her pussy clamped around my fingers tight as a vice, and a low mewling erupted from her throat. E hunched over, her torso bent over my head as I pushed her to the ocean below, strapped with a jetpack. E’s naked ass thrashed against the wooden door behind her, until her legs went limp. I felt her weight beginning to press down on me and pulled my mouth off her. She slowly sank to her knees. Her head lolled and I pulled her into an embrace, with my fingers still inside her.

She panted against me, her arms hanging by her sides. Eventually her sex pushed my fingers out. I stroked her back.

“Nina!” her mother called out again.

“Five minutes Miz Dominguez!” I yelled back.

“We need to get you in the shower”, I told my girlfriend.

***

7:23 PM

I sat over the edge of the swimming pool, feet submerged underwater. The sky was a purple-orange, characteristic of a spring dusk. Faint stars dotted the sky, waiting for the sun to exit the stage so they could commence their act. Birdcalls and cicada-songs had begun to die down, as if in anticipation of the change in set-pieces. The pool’s underwater lights had come on five minutes ago. I saw the speckled-blue tiled bottom reflected a hundred different ways in the ripples my legs made in the water.

I heard foot-steps behind me and I turned my head. It was E’s mom.

“Hey Miz Dominguez”

“Uh uh,” she replied, a touch sternly. “What did we discuss at the lunch table?”

I grinned and scratched the back of my neck.

“That I was to call you Rina and not Miz Dominguez.”

“I thought you’d remember things better, given that you just sat four exams back to back.” She said, hands on her hips.”

I shrugged and laughed awkwardly.

“I’m sorry.”

“No, don’t be. I could tell you were distracted at lunch.”

My eyebrows shot up and I searched for a reply. Rina beat me to it.

“Young men like you think they’re being discreet when they make eyes at young girls like Esa.” She smirked. “They’re all so smug. But the girls can tell.”

Rina bent a little and rubbed my back.

“And so can their mothers.”

“Uhhhhh…” I let out another awkward laugh, dropping my gaze to the bottom of the swimming pool. Rina was really putting me in a spot there. But she put me at ease with her following words.

“It’s okay. You two are dating. You are allowed to ogle at her.”

I turned to Rina and saw that she was grinning.

“Really?” I blurted out before she burst out laughing. She seemed quite tickled by my discomfort, and it was only a minute later that her outburst ended.

“Oh my god…” she said, wiping tears from her eyes. “I’m going to remember the look on your face for a very long time. It was almost like I caught you with your pants down.”

She rubbed my shoulder again.

“By the way, dinner is in the oven, cooking away. I have an hour before we can start setting the dining table.” Rina stood up. “Which means I have time to finally take a dip in the pool”.

With Brazzers that, she pulled the string tie on the front of her crochet cover up. The knot briskly undone, the two halves of the dress fell away and she shrugged the cover up off her shoulders. Throwing the garment on top of a nearby deck chair, she gathered her shoulder-length hair and tied it up in a bun. She was wearing a white one-piece swimsuit which had a scooped low back. She walked over to the other side of the pool and used the steps there to descend into the water. She waded the water with her arms outstretched, and once she was up to her shoulders in water she relaxed and leaned back. Her legs left the pool floor and she floated on her back.

I got up and went inside the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge. Over lunch, Rina had declared the contents of the fridge freely available for me to take from as I wished. I had already taken and finished three beers. Now, just as I was about to shut the fridge door I noticed a half-finished bottle of white wine on one of the shelves. I pulled it out popped the cork off before setting it on the table. I fished for a wine glass from the overhead cabinets and poured out a measure of the blanco. I carried both the beer and the wine glass out onto the deck, where I set the glass down on a low table next to the deck chairs. I settled on a deck chair myself and sat watching Rina, taking occasional swigs of the beer.

I had arrived at the lunch table before E did, helping Rina set up the table. We chatted idly, and my immediate impression of E’s mum was that she had a bright, vivid personality like her daughter. Only, she had a lot more to offer in terms of the cynical sense of humor that comes with age. She made dry, piercingly funny jokes and observations right off the bat, and I felt like I had known her company for years already. In fact, E caught me in the middle of a belly laugh as she came down the stairs.

I and Rina ended up seated on one end of the table, not because I planned to sit next to her, but because we were already in our chairs by the time E rolled around. After her shower, E had changed into a grey tank top and a short denim skirt, and throughout lunch all I could think about was whether she had, like earlier in the day, even bothered with panties. From the glances I kept stealing at her tank top, I knew she hadn’t with a bra. I thought I was being discreet, but apparently not. Rina led and kept the conversation in high spirits throughout the meal, even if she — and supposedly her daughter — had caught me ogling.

After lunch, we had lounged in the living room for a while. Rina gave me a quick tour of the house while E finished her plate of flan. It was almost half past three when E and I had gone back up the stairs to her room. As she closed the bedroom door, I slid up behind E and ran my hands up her sides, from her hips up to her tits. I ground my cock against her denim-clad ass.

“Time for my dessert.” I whispered in her ear as my hands roamed her body. I wasn’t prepared for her reaction. E mumbled something and I didn’t catch it.

“Say that again?”

“I said, you left her downstairs.” She replied, louder. She turned around in my arms and there was a rare venom in her eyes. “Your dessert is currently loading the fucking dishwasher.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Oh stop pretending you don’t know what I’m talking about, Jay.” E pushed my arms away and walked out of my embrace. She walked over to the window and stared outside, arms crossed, her back turned towards me.

“E…” I began.

“I saw you checking her out, Jay. When she opened the door. When she brought over the dishes from the kitchen. Throughout lunch. And I was right. fucking. there.” She spat.

“Come off it, E.” I replied. I still thought that she was kidding. Like this was the beginning to one of her elaborate role-plays which we had enjoyed ever so often in the past semester. But then she turned around, and I saw the beginnings of tears in her eyes as she looked straight at me.

“You couldn’t get enough of her fat tits, could you? You had to keep staring down her blouse every time she bent over to heap food on the plates. When she got up to bring us dessert and you offered to help, only to stand above her and perv out over her cleavage as she knelt to pull the ramekins from the oven.”

“E, that’s enough.”

“Hey, it’s fine, I get it.” E replied, her voice shaky. “I know she’s hot. And she let everyone know, too, when I was growing up. Wearing flimsy shirts at PTA meetings, high cut bikinis at backyard barbecues, short skirts at bowling alleys, braless tank tops at the sports meets. I grew up with all the neighbourhood dads and teenage boys drooling over my mum, and a lot of the teenage girls, too.”

E took a couple of steps towards me.

“But you know what really hurt? That you laughed at her lame-ass jokes, that you didn’t defend me when she casually made fun of me over lunch, didn’t even say a word when she all but called me a slut.”

“I don’t know wha-“

“-because she knew, Jay, she knew that you had your fingers buried deep inside my pussy when she came up to my door. And if she had come five minutes later, it would’ve been your cock down my throat.”

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I couldn’t stop looking at her.

My roommate’s best friend’s fiancé. Sitting at the end of the table in a tight red dress, knowing how hot she looked. And every opportunity I got, I had to take a peek. A perfect pair of tits, just wanting to come out, just one part of her excellent body. When she’d got up to go to the bathroom earlier, I couldn’t stop looking at her ass either, wondering if she had any panties on at all. I wanted her. Badly.

But, she’s my roommate’s fiancé. It just had the recipe for disaster. As the lunch went on I kept talking to others. Then she moved seats and we got talking. I got the sense she wanted the same as me. That, of course, being naked with my cock sliding in and out of her perfect, wet pussy.

I snapped out of it as we had the usual, mundane conversation when at a lunch with 10 other people around,not wanting to truly let on what we wanted.

And so on it went like that for a few hours, all the way back to the city when we decided to go to another bar. And that was when I had to at least show her what I really wanted. I had to be bold.

Some of us sat at a table to take a load off. Victoria sat next to me. I didn’t take much time to make my intentions clear. Slowly, while making sure everyone was completely oblivious, I rubbed my hand up and down her thigh. Her bare thigh. Was that a moan I heard? She smiled, she knew she’d been caught. Not by anyone else fortunately, but she knew I knew I was turning her on. And she was loving it.

Victoria got up to go to the bathroom. Part of me wondered if it was because she was already so wet. Who knows. I waited. I just had to make a move. I gave her a couple of minutes then got up and made my way towards the bathrooms. The timing couldn’t have been better.

“I want you out of that red dress.”

She smirked. “Is that right?”

I slowly grabbed her perfect ass to show her it was indeed right.

Victoria moaned. I kept rubbing her ass and gently squeezing it, realising she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“No panties is it? You’re a very naughty girl aren’t you?” I said teasingly. “I love it though, it gives me easier access to have my tongue in your pussy. Oh, and your ass.” I said those last words while I had one hand on her ass and the other lightly rubbing up and down the outside of her panties.

We made our way back to our table. Everyone, including her fiancé, none the wiser.

I can’t explain how hard I was. I needed her so badly. But it wouldn’t be that night. She had to leave. Her soon-to-be husband wanted to go, so we all gathered around and said our goodbyes. I just needed one more chance to feel her perfect body. I reached up again and massaged her ass. Victoria smirked. And looked straight in my eyes. She wanted this. We would just have to wait.

——————————————

Wait I did. She was always at our flat. And there were always Hd Porno others hanging around. All I wanted was to kiss her. Taste her sweet, wet, I’m assuming bare, pussy. Oh and her tight little ass. Fuck I wanted my tongue in there.

We had the odd quick feel. But nothing more. Until one night.

Victoria had been out with my roommate and some of her friends. She couldn’t be bothered paying the fairly large taxi fare back to her place half an hour north of the city, so she slept on our couch.

I knew this was my chance. In the morning, when my girlfriend had left home (I know, I’m just as bad), I decided I’d go downstairs and surprise her. I thought about going completely naked. Fuck that would be hot. But the fear of being caught with nowhere to go and with no clothes to cover up with was too high. So, I went down in just my undies. My tight, undies. And I was as hard as I’ve ever been at the prospect of knowing she was there. I went down and, to my delight, she was awake. Playing on her phone. But it didn’t take her long to take her eyes off that and look in my direction instead. First in my eyes, then quickly to the large bulge indicating how hard I was. I started walking towards her. And as soon as I got there, we kissed. There I am, in just my undies, my cock throbbing hard and kissing Victoria. So forbidden for both of us, but so incredibly hot. Then, she did something I had wanted since I saw her in that red dress. She slowly pulled down my undies. My cock sprung out and she straight away took it in her mouth.

“Oh fuck, Victoria,” I whispered while closing my eyes and tilting my head back. The feeling was incredible. Nobody had ever sucked my cock like it. I stood completely naked, the fear of being caught was gone, nothing mattered other than the feeling of her mouth wrapped around me. I could not believe how hot she looked doing it. That glint in her eyes while she savoured all the precum dripping out of my hard eight inches.

I wasn’t going to last. She was just so good.

“Oh baby, I’m going to cum. Oh fuck, keep sucking my cock. Where do you want my cum?”

She didn’t answer. Instead, she just kept taking me deep in her mouth. All the way down my length

And then I erupted.

“Oh fuuuuuck. Victoria, fuuuuuck.”

I have never cum like it in my life. And she took every, single drop with a big smile on her face. She swallowed it and we kissed. I could taste me in her still and it was electrifying.

But I wanted to taste something else. Her pussy. But, just as I started to push her back on the couch so I could start to take her cute little white g-string off, we heard a noise. I was so close. But it just wasn’t going to happen. I quickly picked up my undies and quietly rushed back upstairs with my still semi-hard cock standing out in front of me.

We had just avoided being caught. But it made everything even Türkçe Altyazılı Porno hotter. I had to have her to myself. Fully. This was not enough.

Then my phone pinged. It was Victoria. I’m not sure how she got my number, but that didn’t matter in the slightest.

“You might just have the most perfect cock I’ve ever seen Max. Definitely the best I’ve ever had in my mouth. I can still taste you and I want more of it. I also think you owe me.”

“Oh don’t worry, I know I owe you. You are going to have the best orgasm of your life after I’ve licked from your dripping wet pussy all the way down to your tight, waiting ass. And it won’t just be my tongue either. I want my cock buried in your pussy, then I want to use your soaking dripping cum as lube for when I fuck your ass.”

I didn’t know if she liked or was even open to anal. But I was about to find out.

“Oh fuck Max. I’m quietly playing with myself on the couch at the thought of your cock buried deep in my ass. I need this.”

If this was what happened after waiting since our first little rendezvous, I think I could manage a little longer for the real treat.

A couple of months later, we got a call from our landlord that we’d have to move out of our flat as they wanted to sell our place..

Long story short, we were given two months to find somewhere new. We all decided to stay together. Fortunately, it only took a month before we had somewhere to go and a week after that we were on the move. Staying together meant I’d still see Victoria. And, to my delight, my roommate asked if we would like her best friend and Victoria to help us move. This couldn’t play into our hands better.

So, moving day comes along and we’re all packing everything up and taking trips to our new flat, when it’s announced someone will have to wait at the new place for a few hours while the power is installed and the internet people come. I am volunteered to do that as I’ve been the one contacting them. Victoria, very smartly, says she can stay and help put utensils and plates away for us to make the settling-in period easier. I know exactly what she’s doing though, and my cock twitches at the cunning plan and what’s about to happen. She’s dressed in the most sexy, tight exercise pants that accentuate her perfect, sculpted, strong ass and also show off her thigh gap that just makes me imagine what her pussy will be like.

After what feels like hours, the other roommates start going back to our old flat to clean up, while we stay. It’s my chance. And I do not waste any time.

While Victoria’s putting cutlery in one of the drawers, I stand right behind her and grab her ass while saying in her ear, “I have been wanting this all day and I can’t wait any longer.”

I squeeze her ass and she moans the sexiest, most horny moan I’ve heard. “Oh fuck Max.”

I have to have her. Brazzers Right now. I pull down those tight exercise pants and see, for the first time, that ass that I’ve been stroking my hard cock over. I bend her over straight away and slide my tongue right into her little nub. The taste is indescribably incredible. Her moan is loud and unmistakable. So I keep my tongue going, this time all the way to her pussy. Just as I hoped, Victoria is freshly bare and absolutely dripping wet. I move her into the bathroom where she has to hold onto the sink for balance because she’s enjoying it so much. I bury my tongue as deep in her pussy as I can while I play with her ass cheeks. She begs me for more and she begs me for my cock.

“I can’t do this any longer, get your cock in me right now. We don’t need a condom, I want to feel what you are truly like inside me.”

I keep her bent over and give her one last lick from her clit right up to my favourite little ass. I don’t want to stop. But I also want to feel what she’s like.

I line my cock up at her pussy and start to ask her if she’s sure.

“Max, stop it. Fuck me. I want nothing more than your cock inside me. Please.”

She’s so hot when she begs. I can’t wait any longer though. I push my cock into her, although it doesn’t take much effort. She is so wet I just slide right in. We both moan. I kiss her neck before I say, “This feels as good as I imagined it would.”

“Please just fuck me hard. I want you to slam your cock in me as hard as you can.”

I do not need a second invitation. Her warm, tight pussy feels perfect as it pulses around my cock. She is an expert and she knows how to turn me on. “This time I want all your cum deep inside me, I don’t want any of it anywhere else. Please cum inside me Max. Please.”

The words encourage me to pick up my pace. I thrust in her hard and fast and her moans are so loud. They echo around the house as I don’t hold back.

“Oh fuck Max, I’ve never had a cock like yours. This is the best I’ve ever felt. You’re going to make me cum and I want you to cum in me. Oh Max, fuuuuuuuck.”

I am right on the edge now.

“Oh Victoria I’m going to cum. The feel of your pussy is incredible. Fuck Victoria, fuuuuuuuuuck.”

My cock pulses and I can feel stream after stream of cum flying into her pussy. It’s the most incredible feeling. And just as I cum she screams as well. She doesn’t squirt, but I can definitely feel her pussy leaking around my cock. I can’t get enough.

Just when I think it’s all over and I pull out of her, she turns around and kisses me. I kiss back. But it doesn’t last long as she does something that I know will be in my memory forever.

She kneels down, looks up at me and takes my still hard cock in her mouth. She licks every bit of her off me. I didn’t think I could take anymore, but this proves I definitely can. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before.

Then she stands up again and kisses me. This time I taste our cum together and it’s just perfect. I need more of it.

But before I go back for another taste of her, the gate opens. Everyone’s returning.

The second taste and the feel of that little ass will have to wait.

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As she left the bar she checked her phone when her message tone sounded. At this point she was a little annoyed cause she had been receiving various ones all day wishing her a Happy Birthday. When her phone lit up she couldn’t help but smile. She couldn’t believe who it was.

“Hey there sexy. Happy Birthday! I have your present when ever you want to stop by and get it.” He messaged.

“Is it what I think it is?” She replied.

“Why yes as a matter of fact it is” he replied.

“May I come by tonight?” She asked.

She held her breath waiting for the response. She has known him for a few years now. Last year, a few days before her birthday, she told him what one of her fantasies was. He smiled and said that he would love to help make that fantasy come true. At the time she was a little hesitant cause it was a fantasy where she would have to give up a lot of control. Something she wasn’t sure she could do.

So as the year went on and they got to know each other she began to feel more comfortable around him. Relaxed. Calm. Porno And a month or so ago she had told him she was ready for him to help fulfill her fantasy.

“As you wish my dear.” He responded.

“When’s a good time?” She asked.

“Anytime. I’m yours for the rest of the night if you so wish?” He answered.

“I’m on my way then.” She stated climbing into her car.

“Then your fantasy begins now. The door will be unlocked. Please come in and take off all your clothes. Don’t hesitate or think twice. Just do as I ask. I will be there waiting.” He replied.

“Yes sir.” She replied. Her heart skipped a beat. She couldn’t believe how easy that was to be told what to do.

When she pulled up to his place she walked to the front door and opened it. There he stood. Naked. Leaning against the couch. She closed the door and did exactly what he asked. Once she was fully naked he walked toward her, reached out and touched her as he made his way behind her. She felt his body press against hers as his hands came Altyazılı Porno over her shoulders and tied a blindfold over her.

Grabbing her hand he lead her to the bedroom. Laid her down onto her back. Moved each hand over her head and tied them together and then to the bed. He laid down next to her, she could feel his warm body against hers. His cock already hard and throbbing against her leg.

The back of his hand brushed her cheek and down her neck. His fingertips caressed down her shoulder to her breast. He took the palm of his hand and gently glided it over her nipples before caressing across to the other breast. Repeating the same movement he came back to the middle of her chest and caressed down her chest bone to her stomach. Past her navel he put his hands between her legs and began pleasing her with his fingers. Moving in circular motions around the clit and then sliding a finger down and teasing the entrance to her pussy.

He kept this motion going as she slowly arched her back and moaned. Brazzers He leaned down and began sucking on her nipple. His tongue going in circular motions around before fully inserting it into his mouth. His hands moved faster as her moans got louder. He slowly inserted his finger into her as his mouth traveled down her rib cage to her hip. Moving his body and positioning it between her legs he kissed his way to her pussy where he slowly teased her clit with his tongue while his finger moved around inside her.

Licking all around her pussy she began to struggle with the fact that she couldn’t see nor touch him. The sensation was frustrating her and exciting her all at once.

He put the clit into his mouth and sucked on it softly like he did her nipple. His finger pressed deep inside her as he sucked a little harder. Using the tip of his tongue to lick her clit back and forth as fast as he could. His finger penetrating her over and over.

Her body arched her moans turned to screams as an orgasm surfaced from her lips.

He kissed his way slowly and softly back up her body to her lips. Passionately and deeply he kissed her. Be reached up and untied her hands. Slowly removed the blindfold and laid on his back so that she could lay her head on his chest.

“Happy Birthday.” He whispered.

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Dear Reader

Jason Matthews, my trusty fuck buddy… He’s a story and a half, again all names have been changed to protect those involved, but I’ve attempted to keep all the detail — as much as my memory will allow.

I remember quite clearly when I met Jason, an older gentleman, small eyes, like he spent too much time squinting into the sun, lined with his years. But handsome.

Thin lips and taller than your average man, dark hair, speckled here and there giving away his years. Strong arms and built physique, tanned from his days in sunny Durban, you see we grew up in the same city.

“Stacey, this is Jason Matthews. Jason, this is Stacey, Mr. Penguin’s new PA” Jeffrey Baker introduces me.

“Oh lord, Goodluck!” Jason seems genuine. Jeffrey stifles a chuckle.

“Why thank you, with the amount of people who have wished me luck today, I feel I’ll need it.”

“It’s no joke, his secretaries never last.” Jason’s blue eyes show his concern, but he turns his eyes back to his lunch.

“Why do you eat all the way over here?” I’ve just noticed he’s seated quite far from the other table where the rest of the salesmen were gathered.

“I prefer to have my lunch minus the passive smoking,” He’s smiling, though he’s completely serious.

“That’s strange, it’s how I get my daily dose of nicotine,” I smile at Jason, and I’m granted another handsome smile with his crinkled eyes.

He always smelled like freshly laundered clothes and mostly had a friendly line or two to spare, followed by a small chuckle.

Jason had a small tick, he would blink and nod his head, eventually that became his most endearing trait.

***

We only got to know one another in a particularly dark time of my life, after Robert and I had, had our fun. When we started working together.

I transferred departments and started as his manager’s PA, moving into office assistant position in the months thereafter.

I then learned of our shared history, but the extent was only revealed to me on a night I had all but given up.

I walk into my cottage, it’s small and I hate it but it’s home for now.

My floors are COVERED in water.

“Urgh! For fucks sake not AGAIN!”

I check the only window I have in this small place. Yup, I must have left it open again and it’s been pouring cats and dogs this whole day.

Well, no use crying over flooded houses… I grab the mop and start my thing.

– Jason

Hey, how’s your evening?

I look at my cell, Jason never messages me for anything other than work… This is odd.

– Stacey

House flooded, AGAIN.

– Jason

Ah fuck! Want to come round for a drink?

He and his wife would probably Porno be having some drinks at the pub.

– Stacey

Would love to, can’t get there though.

– Jason

I’ll come get you.

Have a shower, do what you need to do, and I’ll come get you in an hour.

– Stacey

Oh, great thanks! See you then.

This is odd, but I need to get out of this wet place.

I take his advice and have a warm shower; I don’t want to feel gross all night. Weirdo though, telling me to shower.

– Stacey

Pin Drop

Here’s my location let me know when you get here.

He picks me up in good time. He smells good.

He looks good, his white shirt unbuttoned to an appropriate height, tight jeans and I can smell the shower off him.

By now I know just how put together he is, it makes me smirk. I often joke about the stick up his butt, but now he looks downright gorgeous.

“Thanks for coming to get me, where are we headed?”

“To my place, you need to catch up.” He smirks at me and heads back to where he just drove from.

The street lights are a blur and we make it to his place in good time.

He leads me inside, shows me through the marble kitchen and into the lounge. He excuses himself and checks on his daughters asleep in their beds.

I’m seated in the living room with its domed ceilings, his enormous TV, fluffy carpets, and his lavish couches. I wonder for a second if I’ve set foot inside a celebrity’s house. I look around, looking for signs of the wife I’ve heard of.

He walks back out into the open plan kitchen, and I drink him in.

“So, what will it be?” he asks.

“Excuse me?”

“To drink madam, what will you have?” He has a glint in his eyes.

“Ah! Um… what are my options?” I’m suddenly very nervous, where is his wife?

“I’ve got Southern Comfort, saw you drinking that last at the pub?”

“Perfect, with Coke please?”

“And I think you need a shot, you need to catch up, like I said.” He pours me an Olmeca Gold shot.

Oh god, my stomach turns, I last had tequila with Robert on our failed date.

“Here we go.” He hands me a shot that I’m sure is a double, but I’m never one to refuse a drink when it’s handed.

“Thank you.” I down it in one gulp, it makes my hair stand on end and I shudder from the alcohol.

“Another?” He offers with a smile.

“Trying to get me drunk Jay?”

“Succeeding,” he grins like a Cheshire cat, “another shot Stace?”

“Why not? In for a penny, in for a pound.”

I take another shot of tequila, that one went straight to the colour in my cheeks. I’m slightly Altyazılı Porno dizzy and my inhibitions seem to have flown away on a dream.

We’re sitting in his luxurious lounge, it’s beautiful.

He tells me of his childhood, the abuse, and the subsequent drug abuse — the cause of his tick.

He doesn’t regret his fun in his younger days, and I learn of his age, this makes me laugh.

“Why are you laughing?” He’s smiling but feigns offence.

“You’re double my age!” I keep laughing.

“It’s wisdom Stace,” he’s laughing now too.

“I mean what’s a 20-year age gap between drinking buddies and colleagues.” I’m laughing like it’s the funniest thing I’ve heard.

Jason feigns disappointment and gets up to refill our drinks. I’m less nervous and as always, I’m really enjoying Jason’s company. He’s always had a way of setting me at ease.

I tell him about the similarities between our childhoods and of my indescribable anger towards many people and things in my life. He explains how he dealt with his anger and offers support if I might need it.

When we’ve run out of things to talk about, we sit in comfortable silence drinking and flicking through the channels.

“I’m sure that’s that guy from that show!” I am convinced I’ve seen Peter Dinklage.

“It’s not Stace, I know who you mean.” He’s amused at my insistence.

“I’m sure it is, let’s Google it!” I give him my best determined look.

“Stace, you’re going to be proven wrong.” He’s outwardly laughing at me.

I am convinced it’s him (It’s not), “Okay Stacey, we’ll Google it, but if I’m right, you have to flash me.” He’s got a spark in his eyes and looks extremely amused.

“Fine, because I know I’m right!”

I wasn’t right.

Just red in the face from being proven wrong. So, I kept to my deal and I flashed him, bra on of course, silently I thanked whoever made me wear my sexy, blue and white, push up bra.

“Maybe we should get you home?”

The air around us suddenly changed, I can hear the crackle in the tension.

I look down at his left hand, his wedding ring glints up at me.

It dawns on me, I suddenly understand why the air has changed.

It’s because he’s married, Stace you idiot… Should never have agreed to that wager.

We get to the end of the driveway in his small hatchback.

Jason places his well-manicured hand on my leg, “Do you want more?”

I’m convinced I must be so drunk I’ve misheard him, “What?”

My heart skips a beat and I feel the anticipation start to build in my center.

“Do you want more, Stace? Do you want to go back?”

I’m still convinced his wife is in the house, just asleep, that’s how we could have had this fun night of surprises, she’s there just tired.

“What about your wife?” Brazzers I give him a look to show him I’m horrified.

Understanding dawns on his face “She’s not there, Stace. She’s on some sort of work conference.” The way he says it makes me believe he doesn’t believe his own words.

I feel myself getting wetter, Jason licks his lips, and my decision is instant.

“Sure.” My mind made up, I’m not married, and I’ve always found him attractive, even tonight when he picked me up.

Jason reverses back to his house, and we just make it to the couch.

He’s kissing me with a desperate need, both of us intoxicated on one another. Tongues dancing, while I get wetter still.

“Jesus get that shirt off, I want to see your tits again.”

“Yes, sir.” I give him my best come hither look and slowly peel off my shirt.

Jason reaches forward and grabs hold of my tits. Biting, licking, cupping, pulling.

I yank at his shirt buttons, my turn to see his goods. His chest is scattered with freckles but he’s beautiful.

He takes off my bra and seats me on top of him on the couch, running his hands over every inch of me and devouring my mouth. I can feel his erection pressing into me and its erotic as fuck.

I’m clawing at his hair and kissing him with a fervor that expresses my need, it’s been months since Robert and I have not seen any need for sex, until now.

Jason flips me onto my back and makes quick work of my jeans, his expression shows that of worship, he’s as excited as I am, practically drooling as he pulls off my jeans.

He moves himself between my legs, takes off his sexy jeans and readies himself at my entrance.

“Are you sure you want this Stace?” He needs to be sure I want this as much as he does. He seems to crave me; I can feel his hardness pushing into me already.

“Yes, Jay, I want you.”

He enters me, allows my body to adjust and then wholeheartedly takes me. Over and over again.

In, out, in, out, in, out.

He’s all I see in this moment, my nails scratch at his back and he drags me closer to release.

“Oh God, Stacey, this one will be quick, it’s been a while.” He manages to breath out.

He pushes me over the edge and we both come crashing down, “Ah Jason! Fuck me!”

He stops thrusting and we both lie there, unable to find the words.

Quick and intense, we’re both spent.

What the fuck was that?

He takes me home; I go to sleep with his smell lingering on my skin. I was not expecting to fuck Jason…

Why did I fuck Jason?

***

Jason became my fuck buddy as I previously mentioned, so this strange night was not the end of us, we ended up having an affair for many years. He was what I needed to ground me at that point in my life, without the hassle of a full-time relationship.

He and his wife lived happily ever after though, and they remain together, whether he ever told her about us is a mystery to me, but I appreciated what we had in a time when I needed it.

Another Jason snippet to follow-

Stacey Lowell

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Alex and Kari’s Road Trip

This story takes place a few years back when it was easier to get around. You never worried about the freaks roaming or psychos off their meds. It was a time when a young person could hitchhike across country, meet new people, see places that they never knew existed and yet they were always part of the fabric that made America great. When you start off on hitchhiking you bring just what you need and nothing of really true value. If you lose it, it wasn’t a great loss.

Alex loved seeing new places, and had a case of wanderlust most of his life. He could never be satisfied in one town or another. So Alex decided today was the day to see the country. He had enough money in the bank to pretty much walk to one end and back. He loaded the belongings that he wanted in a big duffle bag. You know the ones you find at the surplus stores, canvas and beaten up, but still not one hole in it. Well he packs everything he needs to start his trek across the whole of the USA. He is leaving San Diego and headed to Maine, he’s gonna stop where he wants and stay for however long he feels, until the need to move on grips his soul. Alex swings his duffle over a shoulder and heads out for the great adventure ahead of him.

Alex is a fairly big guy, played football in high school, got recruited by UCLA and got a knee injury his first year there. He decided to stay and get his degree even though he won’t be able to play ball collegiately or professionally ever again. His injury was nothing to stop him being on it, just could risk another injury. Alex is a 23 year old man, with strong wide shoulders, he has brown hair, hazel eyes, and big strong hands. He stands a tall 6’5″.

Alex’s been walking for a couple of hours, it was nice to start seeing the big city start to disappear behind him. It was a very warm day about 83 and getting warmer as he heads away from the Pacific ocean. The cooling breezes are choked off now by the city and outlying hills. He decides it time to start hitching for a ride. He goes to the nearest on-ramp for highway 10, which runs along the southern border states.

Well it not long before he is picked up by a woman heading back from vacationing in southern California. Introductions take place, the woman’s name is Kari, she is about in her mid forties, a very good looking, very well proportioned, and is about 5’6″ tall, he guessed because she is sitting behind the wheel of the sports car. Alex notices the side arm she carries, which takes away curiosity of how a nice looking lady would stop and pick up a man by herself.

Kari asks Alex where he’s headed. He simply says, wherever life may take me. She invites him in and they shake hands.

He gets in the car and the adventure awaits. He tells his story of wanting to travel and experience the world. He has no significant other in his life right now and thinks it’s time to find out what the world can offer.

Kari is heading back after the vacation and decided that having the young stud around could be comforting and at the same time be pretty nice for any physical needs. Such as a flat tire or something like that, not that she needs him but that way you don’t have to do it. Having a travel companion through most of her trip home isn’t a bad idea. She asks “Alex so where is your first stop, do you have a particular destination in mind?”

He says “Forward and to new places, that’s all I’m looking for.”

Kari’s POV.

So while driving Alex says for a thank you for the ride he will pick up the tab for the food if you’re willing let him. You think just for a moment and realize it has been hours since you stopped and ate. “Sure,” you say, “why not.” You see a truck stop ahead and head off the highway towards it.

You pull in the truck stop. It’s about 1 p.m. and it’s hot, damn hot. The heat hits you like a bag of bricks, within a few minutes a little shine appears on his forehead and yours also. Once inside, the A.C. is cranked up and it feels like about a 30 degree drop in the mercury. In seconds your nipples perk right up and are just screaming to be warm again. You look at Alex and all he is doing is staring at your tits. At first you want to direct his eyes upward but a split second later you notice you really like his admiration. So you just let him stare away without making a sound.

Your host comes up to seat you and she asks how many? You have to break Alex out of his trance, you lightly elbow him and say to the hostess, “Two please”. The hostess cracks a knowing Porno smile and turns to seat you. Alex is all red, he knows he just was busted staring at the big nipples, you glance down and see he is semi erect, and bigger than you were expecting. You have a hard time not staring, you look up and see Alex looking at you and he is even redder now. The tension was just kicked up a notch, you are both red now. The hostess picks a booth up against the far wall. The place isn’t packed but it’s fairly busy. Where you are seated the nearest table occupied is about 12 feet away and they are almost done and ready to leave. Your server comes up and introduces herself and asks you both if you want anything to drink. Alex defers to you and you order a Sprite and he orders an Arnold Palmer. She leaves the menus and tells you she’ll be right back. You start the conversation.

“So Alex where do you want to end up tonight?”

He gets a big grin on his face and starts getting red again, and it dawns on you that what you said and what you meant were two different meanings. He stutters a second and says.

“Well, I didn’t have any real spot picked out, just kinda let fate take me where she wants to lead me. Today she led me to you, she was kind to me today.” He gets even a little shy and looks away. You are finding his shyness sweet but even a bigger turn on.

The server brings your drinks, and asks if you are ready to order. You both order a club sandwich with chips. She takes the menus and says about 15 minutes or so. She smiles and leaves. You kinda slide a little closer to Alex and ask what’s the matter.

He says, “I’ve always been shy around women, I can talk to them but if the tension starts to build up, I clam right up.”

“Really” you reply, “you’re what, in your early 20’s you’re a big stout guy, and you’re handsome to boot, why would you have anything to be shy about.”

“I…I can’t, I just don’t want to talk about it.” He says.

Ok you leave it alone and wait for the waitress to bring your sandwiches. He speaks up and tells you in a hushed whisper, “I’m a virgin. I read books and seen movies and all but just can’t get enough nerve to do anything.” By this time he is bright red.

You smile a little and put your hand by his knee and tell him, that it’s fine to be nervous, it just means you want her to like you and you want to do right by her.

He smiles and you can see him relax a bit. You lean back against the seat back and your hand slides up his thigh just enough to touch the bottom of his shorts. It’s not the shorts you are hitting though, it’s the end of his penis extending past the seam of his shorts. You both jerk a little, he is bright red still but a big smile on his face, and you’re getting a little excited also. Your thinking, if you want to go down this road of teaching this young stud the ins and outs of some, what you figure, some great sex. Oh, what the hell, you have never had a virgin in your life and you owe it to women in his future to teach him right. So you slowly pull back your hand until it lays directly on top of his cock and leave it there. You tell him that he flatters you with this nice piece of man meat, and if he pays his cards right, he might get to use it pretty soon.

Well as you wait you decided you torture Alex just a little bit. As the two of you carry on with an “as normal as possible” conversation, you ever so slowly move your hand up and down his shaft. He looks at you and wonders if you truly understand how horny he is. If you keep up on these manipulations he might blow his load all over his leg right here under the table. You seem to sense just how close he is to cumming all over himself, you stop moving.

Just as you want to start over again you see the waitress walking towards you with your meal. She is smiling and just keeps staring at Alex. You know she wants him just about as much as you do, but you know that this one is all sewn up and he is yours and yours alone. Jenny, the server, puts the plates down and says that she was at the end of the jar of pickles so you each get the extra ones. The whole time she is just trying to lock eyes with Alex. As you notice this you take your hand off his shorts and reach up and turn his head and plant a very sensuous kiss on him. With that you turn to look at Jenny and just smile at her and thank her for the pickles. She straightens her apron and continues to smile, just not as wide. She backs away, turns and heads back to the kitchen.

As you Altyazılı Porno and Alex eat the sandwiches the sexual tension is thick enough to cut. You both are getting close to being finished with lunch. Alex figures he is going to try to pay you back for the teasing you have put him through. With his right hand he drops it under the table and puts his hand on your summer dress and slides his hand up and finds your honey pot. And it was just bubbling over with the sweet nectar of the gods. His little finger is getting all slick with your juices that are coming through your panties. You are fidgeting in your seat and just want to throw him to the floor here in front of everyone, and ride him for all he’s got.

He pulls his hand away before you start moaning loud enough for the other people to hear you. Your starting to sweat and the A.C. hasn’t stopped. He brings it up to his mouth and licks every bit of that sweet nectar from that little finger, not wanting to miss one single drop. He looks you deep in your eyes and simply says, “I can’t wait.” Then hurriedly turns his head away and you see his neck turn bright red. It was all he could do not to turn red while looking at you. It was the most ambitious move he has ever made towards a woman.

With that you tell him lunch is over, and grab his hand and pull him from the booth. He hurriedly throws $30 on the table. As you walk out the door with him close on your heels. When he catches up to you again you don’t even notice it, but the end of his pecker is just about sticking out of the leg of his shorts. You only have one thing on your mind, You have to know what the hell this kid has been reading. You’re so horny right now you can feel your pussy literally dripping with anticipation.

You jump in the car and head down the road. Once you get back on the highway the controlling part of you takes over. You tell him if he wants some of this, as you lift the summer dress up and show him your soaking wet panties, “you will do as I say when I say it”. He simply stares down at your panties as you pull them to the side and show him what he desires. He sees you outer lips wet with your clit hood just all swelling with excitement. He looks up a little embarrassed and nods his head.

You drop your dress and tell him to pull down his shorts and underwear and put them in the back seat. He does as instructed. He sits back down and you see the largest, most excited cock you have ever seen in a very long time, if ever. It looks like it is long enough to choke a young giraffe, this thing is angry. It’s leaking precum from the head like a faucet. He is circumcised, with blue veins ready to pop any second.

At this point you decide to find the first exit you come to, there is no way you are going to make it to a hotel room. You want him here and NOW. But you are the one driving so you are doing your best to find someplace to get seriously pounded by that blue veined monster. You think to yourself, I sure hope that kid knows what he has between his legs. That thing could cause some serious damage.

You come to the next exit and turn down the road. You look over at Alex and tell him to start stroking the cock now, but don’t you dare even think of cumming without me at the other end of it. You have no idea where this road is taking you, other than sheer paradise and sexual release. It’s a couple miles down the road you see a side street that looks like the only thing that goes down there is farm equipment. You make a hard right and follow it till you find a patch of trees on both sides of the road. You look at him to make sure he is doing as told, he sure doesn’t want to disappoint you, he is stroking from base to the tip. He gives his hand a slight twist when he gets to the head. Up, twist and down, up, twist and down. He is just staring at you and stroking away. You step out of the car, and tell him to get out now.

You go around to the back of the car and lift your dress up cover your tits and drop you panties and throw them up on the trunk. You tell him “Alex get over here and lick me till I cum all over your face. Don’t you dare come up from there till you look like a glazed donut. Alex walks to the back of the car and lifts you like you are a feather in the wind. He puts you down on the trunk and BURIES his tongue in your slit. He starts to lick around and up and down, in and out. At first it seems like no purpose, no plan, but as he keeps going you realize he is doing the alphabet on your clit. You start Brazzers paying attention and figure out he is only on the letter L and you are about to lose your mind and cum all over his face.

As he progresses through the alphabet, M,N,O,P.., you find yourself building up to the first of many orgasms, all you can do is try to hold out. You want to make it to Z, It is becoming almost impossible. This time is going to be big, you feel the biggest orgasm in your life approaching and you are trying to hold out. He slides two fingers in you and starts sawing in and out as he curls his fingers upwards towards your clit. He is rubbing your G spot most effectively. You start moaning louder and louder, this high pitch squeal comes from you and you scream OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD, he hits the letter Z and you scream ZEEEEEE and cum all over him, his shirt, the trunk, and down your legs. You are squirting for the first time in your life. You are a quivering blob of flesh under him. Your eyesight begins to see the nighttime stars, you are lightheaded but can’t stop cumming.

He stands up and grabs that monster cock of his and aims it right for your hole. He grabs your hips and slowly inserts this God forsaken cock into your pussy. The sheer size alone is enough to have its own zip code, and he is putting this thing in you. As the God cock starts down your love tunnel, this boy, no man, can use this piece of meat. He isn’t pushing too fast; he is giving just enough time to get used to the invasion before going deeper. It is about two thirds of the way and you feel it hit places no one has ever come close to. But this is sooo much better. He pulls back about half way and starts pulling back out until just his cock head is buried. He does this about 4 or 5 times and he is really coated from your pussy, it slides in as if it was always supposed to be in you. After the 5th time he pounds it in till he can feel nuts slap your ass. He continues the pounding at a nice and steady speed. You are bouncing and trying to shove more of that fucking beautiful cock of his up inside you. You are sliding from your juices on the trunk and starting to slide down onto his shaft as he is coming into you. The pleasure is incredible, never have you been so totally full of cock, didn’t think that it was possible to take this much fuck stick without being torn in half.

You hear him start to moan and increase his tempo. A little faster, a little more rough, he is really railing you now. He was where you wanted him, you look at his face and know it won’t be very long before he shoots his load, and from the size of those nuts it’s going to be huge.

Alex is pounding away like a bull during rutting season. He is claiming you as his prize, you have taken his virginity, something he can never give to anyone else. This moment can only be lived once and you and him are sharing it forever. He continues the onslaught on burying this mighty love rod, this gift from the gods. You are getting close and you need him to put his seed deep in you. You tell him so, CUM INSIDE ME, I NEED YOU TO CUM INSIDE ME, come on damn it, fucking cum. Alex is driven by the desire to put his own seed inside this beautiful woman beneath him. His pace doubles in no time at all, his hips are just a blur, flying back and forth pounding your pussy till you start screaming his name over and over. Alex FUCK ME, FUCK ME YOU SON OF A BITCH, GIVE ME YOUR CUMM NOOOOWWWW! And with that he drives his cock to the hilt and now you know he has never given you the whole thing until this very moment. It has pushed up in you so far you didn’t think it could ever be this good. He starts shooting his cum and he is pumping so much in you that it squeezes past you lips and down into your ass, he continues to shoot rope after rope of his baby juice in you. And you let go with another massive orgasm, so much so you have a hard time holding on to the trunk, you don’t care if you fall off, just don’t let this feeling stop.

As you two finish he is sweating and breathing like he ran all the way here from the truck stop. As Alex gets off from you, you slowly start stretching. You have been in that position quite a long time. You push your legs down and feel the circulation move through your legs and arms. Your pussy is sore, not so sore you are worried, but sore enough to know it will be a while before that kind of fucking will be a little time before happening again. He picks you up and sets you down and you can’t keep your balance. He doesn’t let go until you can stand on your own. You tell him to put his clothes on and get in the car. You use your panties to wipe yourself clean and throw them to him and say here, these are yours, you fucking earned them. Thinking to yourself this is going to be a good trip home.

END OF PART 1

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