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It didn’t feel like adultery. Yes, we both cheated on our spouses. Yes, we hurt not only each other but also put in jeopardy those who loved us and trusted us. It caused us great anguish and torment. It was reckless. And yet I believe we would both do it all over again even knowing the pain that we were going to face.

It all began when I received an invitation to attend my high school reunion. Up until then I thought I was a happily married man with a bright future. I had no idea that this weekend was about to change my life. It was like a trap door was opened below me on the stage and I was falling out of control waiting to be shattered to pieces.

I hadn’t thought about Becky since high school. She had been a good friend. We flirted regularly but were both dating other people. I was pleasantly surprised when I ran into her at the opening reception. She was still attractive with a nice body that she kept in peak condition by teaching aerobics. Her red hair and sparkling green eyes made it hard not to be attracted to her.

We hit it off like old times and were soon engaged in long conversations about life and time past and lost innocence. She was married with three kids. I was married with two. Our spouses had stayed home. I was surprised when Becky told me that she had a crush on me in high school and wished all our flirting and teasing had led to something more. We talked until everyone had left. I finally walked her back to her hotel room.

“You can come in if you’d like,” she said in a matter-of fact manner like it was no big deal. “There is a bottle of wine in the mini-bar, and I’m not tired.”

We finished the bottle. A slow song from our high school days came on the oldies station playing in the background. I took her hand and pulled her from the chair. She threw her arms around my neck. Our bodies melded together and swayed to the music. We barely shuffled our feet. She looked up at me. Our lips brushed together and parted. Our tongues mingled. The song ended but we didn’t move. Our lower bodies pressed together in a slow grind. She finally pulled away.

“Wow. I can’t remember the last time I was kissed like that,” Becky said finally pulling away. “What’s happening?”

Rather than answer I pulled her back into my arms. The kiss resumed, this time with more passion. I slipped my hands down her back and pulled her tighter against me. It was like two teenagers discovering each other for the first time. Our bodies were on fire. She rubbed her pussy against my hard cock. My hand slipped down and squeezed her ass cheek. Becky finally pushed me away.

“We’d better stop before it gets out of control. We have others to think about. I’m sorry but I’m just not ready. Okay?”

I nodded as though I understood, but my head was spinning with lust. Reluctantly I headed for the door. When I opened it to leave she tilted her head for a goodnight kiss. That was all it took. I backed her against the wall and kissed her hard. We humped like two teenagers, shamelessly grinding our sex organs together. My hand went under her top and inside her bra. I tugged on her hard nipple.

Becky gasped and spun away from me. I pressed behind her sliding my hands around her waist and up under her top. I ground my cock into her ass cheeks and nibbled on her neck. My fingers squeezed the soft flesh of her breasts and tweaked her nipples.

“Oh god, what are you doing to me,” she gasped. “We have to stop.”

Becky made no effort to pull away. I slid a hand across her stomach pushing it under the waistband of her white pants and into her panties. My fingers slid through the curly hair covering her mound until they reached the searing folds of her hot pussy. I curled two fingers into her body. She put her hand on my arm but made no effort to pull me away.

My fingers continued to dig inside her steamy passage. I found her clit with my thumb. Her juices were flowing onto my hand. I curled my fingers against her pelvic bone looking for that spot that drives most women crazy. Becky arched her back. Squeals and gasps exploded from her throat. Her body trembled. Juices gushed over my hand. Suddenly she pulled away from me.

“You have to go,” she ordered practically crying. “I’m sorry… I… I can’t…”

I went back to my room with a huge case of the blue balls. I should have done something to relieve the pressure but it somehow didn’t seem right. I fell asleep thinking about Becky. I was concerned that she might be mad at me for pushing her too far. When I saw her the next morning I went to apologize. She was not at all angry.

“You scared me, that’s all,” she explained apologetically. “I hardly ever have orgasms anymore, yet as soon as you touched me down there I exploded. I lost control. I wanted you inside me. I would have let you too. That’s why I pushed you away. I can’t cheat on my husband. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. You’re a good person. There’s nothing to be sorry about.”

We spent the day together at the class picnic. escort bayan bakırköy It was hard for us to keep our hands off each other but we didn’t want to raise any eyebrows. That night was the dinner-dance. Once again we closed the place down. This time I invited her to my room for a nightcap. I had a balcony that looked out over the ocean.

“Okay, but you have to be good,” she said teasingly.

“I promise to be as good as you want me to be.”

“Why does it always have to be the girl?’ Becky protested. “It’s just not fair.”

We stood on the balcony. I opened a bottle of wine which we drank while listening to the waves crashing ashore. We talked about our lives. We came to realize that despite being married we were both lonely and desperate to share feelings of intimacy. Becky had never been able to get over the time her husband cheated on her with her best friend. She stayed for the kids but they had grown apart.

The alcohol gradually did its work and loosened our inhibitions. I put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. She tilted her face towards mine. Our lips met. I pulled her closer and shoved my tongue into her mouth. Our bodies melded together in a shameless rhythm of grinding and humping.

I took Becky’s hand and led her inside. We fell onto the bed. The kissing became more intense. I unzipped her dress down the back and loosened her bra. I pulled the straps from her shoulders exposing her naked breasts. My hand squeezed the soft flesh. I lowered my mouth and sucked a swollen nipple between my lips. She ran her fingers through my hair and moaned.

My hand slipped under her dress. I pressed my fingers against her mound through the silk panties she was wearing. Moisture seeped through the thin material. I found the outline of her clit and rubbed it in circles with my fingertip. She gasped and grabbed my arm. Her body shuddered.

“I have to go pee,” she declared swinging her legs over the side of the bed. “Do you have something more comfortable I can slip into? I don’t want to wrinkle my dress.”

I handed her an oversized t-shirt. I decided to get more comfortable as well. I pulled on a t-shirt and a pair of loose gym shorts. When Becky returned I could see her nipples poking out and knew that she had removed her bra. She climbed onto the bed with her back to me and pulled my arm around her waist.

I snuggled close kissing her on the neck and ear while pressing my cock into her firm ass cheeks. My hand slid under the t-shirt she was wearing. I gently rolled a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I slipped my other hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy through her panties. My lips moved from her neck to her ear which I tongued.

“Do me with your fingers,” Becky moaned pressing her pussy against me in a fucking motion.

I slipped my hand into her panties and curled two fingers up and into her steamy hole. Becky spread her thighs and dug her fingernails into my forearm. I fucked her with my fingers and kissed her neck. Her breathing became an erratic mixture of gasps and moans. I pinched down hard on her nipple and dug my fingers against her pelvic bone looking for her sweet spot. I must have hit it.

“Oh god… nnnngggghhhhh… gggggggaaaaaaaaa…”

A gush of juice oozed from her pussy and coated my fingers and hand. Her body jerked and shuddered. Her fingernails dug deeper into my arm. Squeals and moans were interspersed with gasps. I pulled my dripping fingers out of her pussy and rubbed them across her clit sending her to new heights of pleasure until she finally pulled my hand away to catch her breath.

“Oh god… wow. I usually have such a hard time getting one of those,” Becky gasped as she rolled to face me. “What are you doing to me?”

“I think we’re doing it to each other,” I replied sitting back on the bed with a big lump pushing up from the front of my gym shorts, “Except you’re the only one getting any relief.”

“You poor thing,” Becky teased. She snuggled up to me, pushed up my shirt and tweaked my nipples. “We’ll have to do something about that.”

I didn’t know what she had in mind, but my cock was about to explode. Becky leaned down and sucked my nipple into her mouth using her teeth and tongue to stimulate me.

“Do you like that?” Becky asked.

“It’s interesting. I don’t think they are connected like a woman’s, but it feels good.”

She moved her mouth to my other nipple. I pulled off my shirt while she was doing this. Her hand slid down my stomach and over the bulge in my shorts. She rubbed her fingers along my length. It was driving me crazy. She reached into my shorts and wrapped her fingers around my hard flesh.

“My goodness,” Becky teased and smiled up at me, “What do we have here?”

Our lips met in another hot kiss. Her hand stroked me firmly and quickly. I pushed my shorts down exposing my cock. Her hand went faster. I could feel my head pounding and knew escort halkalı I was close. Becky put her head on my chest to watch. I think she was going to take me in her mouth but I didn’t give her a chance. My balls boiled over. My cock swelled. I lifted off the bed and grunted.

The force of the explosion surprised both of us. Becky didn’t move quickly enough. Cum sprayed in a steady stream that shot straight up from the tip of my cock. It splashed off her cheek and up her nose landing in her hair. She aimed my cock away from her face and continued to pump. More cum splattered across my chest and stomach. The last few drops oozed over her hand and fingers. I fell back on the bed completely drained.

“Wow. That was a lot of stuff.” Becky said looking up at me. Her fingers were still wrapped around my wilting cock.

“I always try to make a good impression on a first date,” I joked.

“That you did,” she replied wiping cum from her cheek. “Now I know what a porn star feels like. I just got my first facial.”

“I aim to please, ma’am,” I teased. “Wait here, I’ll be right back. I have to get a load off my chest.”

“That you do,” Becky laughed. “Bring me a towel so I can clean as well.”

I returned from the bathroom wearing a clean pair of boxers. I sat down on the bed and handed Becky a wet towel. She wiped cum from her face and fingers. Then she snuggled next to me rubbing her hand across my chest and tweaking my nipples. She seemed to like doing that. I think it turned her on more than it did me.

“I better get back to my room,” she said with her head resting in the crook of my arm. “It’s getting late and I don’t want to tempt fate more than we already have.”

“You’re probably right. I just don’t want to let you go. It’s like magic being with you. Can’t we stretch it out a little longer?”

Becky tilted her head and looked up at me. We kissed. She swung a leg over my thigh. I pulled the t-shirt she was wearing over her head and threw it onto the floor. I could feel her hard nipples press into my naked chest. Our kiss resumed. I slid a hand down her back and slipped it under the waist band of her panties. My fingers kneaded the creamy skin of her cheeks and traced down the cleft between them. She humped my thigh.

“Oh god, I want you so badly,” she whispered while nibbling on my neck.

Becky kissed her way down my neck. Her hand slipped into the slit of my boxers and found my swollen meat. She wrapped her fingers around my hard flesh and gently stroked it. She sucked one of my nipples into her mouth and then kissed her way down my stomach. She hesitated with her mouth poised inches from my cock. The next thing I felt was her tongue shoot out and lick the head. She swirled it around my knob bathing it in saliva before sliding it between her lips.

Becky surprised me by her aggressiveness. She sucked my cock like a possessed woman. She teased my knob by raking her teeth across it before plunging her mouth down my length. She bobbed her head up and down my shaft and fucked it into the side of her cheek. Her tongue swirled across my hard flesh exploring every ridge and contour. Loud sucking and slurping sounds came from her mouth.

I grabbed her head pulling it from my cock. She looked at me with wild eyes. Spit was drooling from her lips. I kissed her hard shoving my tongue into her mouth. Her hand continued to stroke me in rapid jerks. She rolled onto her knees and bent over me to suck my cock back into her mouth. I reached between her legs, slipped my fingers under the crotch of her panties and rubbed her clit.

Becky attacked my cock with renewed passion. I was trying to match the bobbing movements of her head with my own thrusts. My pubic hair was completely soaked with saliva. Becky pulled me from her mouth to get some air. She moved forward and rubbed the head across her swollen nipple. Her breathing was erratic. She gasped for air. I jammed my fingers up into her hot pussy.

“Oh god… fuck me with your fingers… oh god… oh god…”

She slammed her mouth down on my cock and held it against her throat. Her tongue massaged the underside of my shaft. I pushed and felt it go even deeper. She opened her throat to let me inside. Becky pulled up gasping for air and drooling spit. Then she slammed her mouth down driving it even deeper into her throat until her lips were pressed against my pubes.

Once again I pulled her head up and looked into her lust filled eyes. Her lips were drooling strands of spit. I kissed her hard shoving my tongue deep into her mouth. Becky swung her leg over me and rubbed her pussy against the knob of my cock through her panties. I could feel them pushing into her opening. It would have been so easy to pull her panties to the side and shove my cock up her cunt, but a voice told me not to do it. She had made it clear she didn’t want that.

I broke away and rolled Becky off me and onto her back. I sucked on her nipples and continued escort bayan ataköy down her body until I was staring at the crotch of her panties. I pulled them to the side and gazed at the dripping folds of her pink pussy. Then I buried my face in her juicy peach. I flicked my tongue along her gash and pushed it into her steamy passage. Becky’s hands grabbed my head and pulled it tight against her.

I clamped my lips around her swollen mound and continued to fuck her with my tongue. She bucked up into my face squirming and twisting her body. I kept my mouth clamped tightly around her pussy making loud sucking and slurping sounds as I fucked her with my tongue. She was seeping with desire. Juices dribbled down my chin.

“Oh fuck… oh god… yes… yes…. right there… ooohhh…”

I shoved two fingers up her cunt and flicked my tongue back and forth across her clit. Becky lifted her ass off the bed and screamed. I clamped my mouth over her pussy and was rewarded with a sweet sticky gush that poured out of her body. Becky twisted and jerked on the bed while I kept my mouth clamped to her pussy. She finally collapsed with exhaustion.

“Ohmygod,” she said breathlessly, “No one has ever licked me like that.”

“Does that mean I’m being compared to one guy or a thousand?”

“I’ll keep you guessing on that one,” she laughed still trying to catch her breath. “Let’s just say I had some wild college years.”

“Didn’t we all? So tell me, what am I supposed to do with this?” I asked kneeling on the bed and showing her my throbbing cock which poked out shamelessly from my boxers.

“Take those things off and get up here,” she ordered. Becky sat back against the headboard of the bed.

I pulled off my boxers and walked forward on my knees straddling her legs until my cock was inches from her face. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and took me into her mouth. I grabbed her head and fucked her face like it was a pussy. Her mouth matched my thrusts making loud sucking and slurping sounds. Spit drooled from her lips in strands and fell onto her tits.

I was so close. Cum was churning in my balls and ready to explode at any second. I looked down at the pretty face with red hair and green eyes staring back at me. She slipped a hand into her panties and rubbed her clit as she continued to aggressively suck me. Her lips and tongue were working wonders on my cock.

“”I’m going to cum,” I warned.

Becky nodded her head. Her fingers were furiously digging into her pussy and rubbing her clit. Muffled moans escaped from her throat. My balls sent a surge of semen up my shaft. I clenched my teeth and grunted. Hot cum erupted into her mouth flooding it with spurt after spurt of creamy seed. I continued to fuck my cock between her lips until I was spent. Cum drooled from her mouth and dripped from her chin onto her tits.

Becky kept her lips around me. Her fingers were going faster and faster. Her body stiffened. My cock fell from her mouth. More cum flooded down her lips and chin. She slipped down on the bed and threw her head back. Her body contorted. Squeals reverberated off the walls until at last she collapsed breathing in gasps. I climbed off her and lay next to her on the bed.

“Ohmygod,” she said trying to catch her breath. “That’s number three in the same night. I think that’s a record.”

“Your fingers get all the credit for that one,” I teased.

“No. You get an assist,” Becky laughed. “Feeling you shoot in my mouth pushed me over the top. It felt so dirty and nasty. You are going to turn me into a shameless whore.”

“It’s my pleasure, ma’am,” I joked.

“And mine,” she laughed. “Oh, and before I forget, thank you.”

“For the mouthful?” I asked.

“No. Well yes, that too, but for not… for not going inside me when I was on top of you. I would have let you. I was so ready. I wanted you in me. I never would have forgiven myself.”

I was having a hard time understanding this woman’s principles. Apparently getting finger fucked, getting her pussy eaten and giving me a blowjob did not constitute cheating. Vaginal penetration by the penis seemed to be all that mattered. I briefly wondered where anal sex fell into her hierarchy of cheating but quickly dismissed the thought.

“I really do have to go,” Becky said as she cleaned my stuff from her lips, chin and tits. She climbed out of bed and picked up her dress. “I’ll never forget this weekend. Call me if you ever get out west.”

And that was it. I went home feeling guilty. It wasn’t so much that I had been physically intimate with another woman, but that I had feelings for her… strong feelings. I couldn’t get her out of my mind. She had cast a spell over me. I knew it was crazy. I was married with two kids. She was married and had three kids. We lived on opposite coasts. This wasn’t going anywhere.

I tried to hide my guilt by having sex with my wife. We fucked like rabbits. Jane had always been a passionate woman and the sex wasn’t only good, it was fantastic. In fact, sex with Jane was so good that I should have been able to put Becky out of my mind. For some reason I couldn’t. I finally found an excuse to make a business trip out west and called Becky. I was nervous when she answered. Her first words were encouraging.

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We left it at that for the night, but, as you can imagine, the subject arose frequently during the next week, and it certainly contributed to some interesting fantasies in which Marianne played a major role. Actually, our regular lives were a bit humdrum – teaching history to a bunch of teenagers isn’t exactly scintillating, and kids in fourth and fifth grade can be mind-numbing. Thoughts of illicit sex are a bit more energizing! Consequently, when Jan invited Marianne over for dinner Saturday night, our thoughts were not completely on hospitality!

Dinner was good and the company pleasant, but there was an air of expectancy throughout the evening. We talked about school problems, they exchanged some tidbits of gossip, and we watched a couple of sit-coms until we had postponed the main event long enough. Jan casually raised the question of going into the Jacuzzi which, of course was answered with a unanimous “yes!” At that point, Jan raised the issue of clothing, addressing Marianne when I, not coincidently, was out of the room.

“You know that we don’t wear suits when we’re in the water alone. You certainly have seen me naked quite a few times now and you saw Jeff for a short time last Saturday night. Could you, or do you want to, go in nude tonight? Unless you are uncomfortable with me starting out naked, I’d like to not wear a suit. Jeff feels the same way. It’s up to you, but it’s very nice not to be covered when you’re in the water.”

“Jan, I just don’t know. I’m afraid I’d be too embarrassed! It seems natural for you to be nude and you know I like you that way and I wouldn’t mind at all about Jeff.” Blushing, “I certainly didn’t mind last week. I’d just feel too exposed. I know it’s silly after all we’ve done…but…but I’d feel funny with Jeff seeing me.”

“Ok, I’ll tell you what we can do. Jeff can go down first and get in. We’ll come down in our robes and I’ll have him look away until we get under the water. He can then dim the lights and you’ll be hidden and still get the feeling of having no suit on under the water. We could get out the same way if you want. Would that work?”

“Damn, I feel so silly! The truth is, no man, other than Bryan, has ever seen me completely naked, but I don’t think it should matter – but somehow it does! I even see a woman doctor. I admire how open you are and I feel so prudish. Oh, all right, we’ll try the way you said. Another thing, Jan. I feel …well, I feel awkward when the three of us in the Jacuzzi – like I’m in the way. Last time I just got carried away and joined in just the way I did when Bryan was here, but, afterwards I was embarrassed for having butted in on the two of you. Also, should you and I do anything when Jeff is with us? You said that he approves of us being together, but I’m afraid that he might be uncomfortable seeing us…oh, I don’t know…well, doing things…”

Jan said that at that point she had all she could do to keep from laughing – which might have humiliated Marianne who was honestly afraid that she might be causing a problem. “Marianne, honey, you are being absurd! Evidently you think that it is ok for you to join in while your husband feels and fucks me, but you’ll be in the way if my own husband has me. Did we act as if you were butting in last time? Forget it! We both thought that you made the whole thing more exciting. Also, Jeff has absolutely no problem with seeing us together – making out I guess it would be called. In fact, I’m sure that he would enjoy watching us in bed! Look, here’s the situation. You are more than welcome to join in – do anything or nothing – it’s completely up to you. Whatever you’re comfortable with!”

“Well that makes me feel better. Now, all I have to deal with is being naked in the water with Jeff there!”

As arranged, I went down to the Jacuzzi first, sans bathing suit, turned everything on and waited for the women. They appeared, wearing robes, and I assumed, correctly, nothing else. I promptly turned away although I’ll admit that I cheated a bit and caught a glimpse of Marianne’s naked body as she climbed over the rim. I was pleasantly aware from that quick glance that Jan’s favorable appraisal had been accurate and Marianne had been hiding a very nice figure under her less than flattering clothes. As soon as they were seated and respectably covered by the water, I dimmed the lights and turned directly toward them.

As the last two times, they were seated side by side, Marianne in Bryan’s seat. I had moved over to Doug’s usual seat so I was beside Jan but at right angles to her. It was very pleasant sitting there quietly in the relaxing water, having an interesting, but inconsequential, conversation All of us, I’m sure, were enjoying the tranquil and peaceful period while knowing that it was merely the prelude to a far more intense and heated event.

Actually, that new event began considerably before I was even aware of it. As Jan described it later, action between the two of them began almost as soon as the lights went down. Just as she had with Bryan, she put her right leg up over Marianne’s knees, opening the way to bakırköy escort her cunt, a path which Marianne’s hand soon followed. This was done quietly and unperceptively, and, as with Bryan, nothing was visible on the surface. At the same time, Jan slid her hand down beside her own leg, found Marianne’s crotch and worked her fingers against her clit. The two of them sat there, playing with each other while the desultory conversation went on.

As the two of them continued their clandestine activity, the talking died away completely and I became aware that something was going on. That became obvious when Jan straightened up, turned to Marianne and they began kissing intensely while each felt and squeezed the other’s tits. The kissing became more passionate and their fingers seemed to be moving more frantically as their excitement grew. I couldn’t really see too clearly in the dim lights, but both women were sitting up straight, putting their tits at the water line, so I could make out the clutching and squeezing going on. This went on for some time and, I’ll admit, that I was eager to get in on the action. When Jan turned toward Marianne, she had left room in her seat and I just slid over and lifted her onto my lap, rotating her until she was straddling my legs.

I pulled her back against me, my cock up tight against her hips, my hands clasping her tits. Her legs were open over my knees and I felt Marianne’s hand trying to worm its way to her cunt, so I parted my legs, giving her room to get in. Obviously it worked for, later, Jan told me that she was being actively finger-fucked as she moved against me. For me, there was something else – as Marianne moved her hand over into Jan’s cunt, the back of that hand occasionally ran over my balls, a totally unexpected development. I lifted Jan a bit higher and pulled her tighter to me, increasing that contact, and making my cock more rigid than ever.

I quickly swung Jan around so that she was facing me, her legs outside of mine, her tits against me and my cock rubbing on her stomach. Marianne did as she had the last time, playing with Jan’s cunt with one hand while reaching around and gripping a tit with the other. In that position, contact with my balls was even more frequent and, a few times, it actually felt that it might have been deliberate. Needless to say, I was quite aroused and I was on the verge of raising Jan up to put my cock into her when she facetiously said, “There’s something very hard poking at my stomach! I wonder what it can be?” Then, to my complete surprise, she pulled away and stood up, dislodging Marianne’s hands from between her legs and off of her tit.

Then, even more startling, she pulled Marianne up, pushed her onto my legs, straddling them, urging her forward, saying, “See if you can figure out what it is, honey!” Suddenly, my cock was against a different stomach and different tits were against my chest. I honestly don’t know what was going through my mind at that moment – I think it was numb which didn’t prevent a surge of adrenalin going through me. I was all ready to fuck Jan and now I had the wild experience of having another woman replacing her. In addition, Jan immediately began massaging Marianne’s cunt and paying particular attention to my balls!

I heard a gasp from Marianne when Jan moved her, undoubtedly even more shocked than I at the unbelievable change in position. Before she even had a chance to react she was firmly against me. Normally, she might have attempted to pull back, but she was already highly aroused by her sexual activity with Jan. Suddenly, she was against me, my cock was rubbing against her stomach and Jan’s hand was working between her legs. She was genuinely stunned, incapable of any rational thought. Later, she would be astounded by the train of events, but right then she was just dazed and went with the flow – with Jan as mistress of ceremonies.

We stayed in that position for a brief period – I have no idea how long – when our activities director pushed her hands between us and, grasping her breasts, began lifting Marianne upward. I had already started doing the same thing and, quite quickly, she was high enough that my cock was free and pointed upward toward her now open cunt. By that time, my mind had cleared enough that I was – actually we were – aware of what was going to happen. Marianne probably was still a bit dazed by the sudden development, but she admitted later, reluctantly at first, that she knew that she was going to be fucked. When thinking about her relationship with Jan in the last month, she had pretty much accepted that it might happen, but it was just a “sometime” possibility – but sometime was here.

I would have liked to have had that experience happen in slow motion so that I could have relished the feeling as my cock penetrated Marianne. As I lowered her down, Jan actually held my cock upright and directed it into her, and kept her fingers around it as she sank down. There was no hesitancy, for she was very well lubricated and, shortly, she was sitting on me with the cock completely embedded in escort bahçelievler her vagina! The only thing that Marianne said throughout was a drawn out “Ohooo” as it went in and a continual “Unh…unh…unh.” as she went up and down. It was a mutual – actually three-way – fucking as I surged upward into her and she matched my efforts with her own wild excitement. Jan was an active participant used Marianne’s tits as handles to help with the march toward orgasm.

Marianne was moving frenetically, writhing around, grinding against me, gasping for breath as she finally climaxed. I followed soon after, holding her down by the hips as I welded myself up against her cunt, ejaculating deep inside her. Jan admitted afterwards that as the climax approached, she had the fingers of one hand pulling against her own clit, her hips flexing back and forth, as she matched Marianne’s orgasm. It was a moment to remember – and then we just flopped against each other – sated, breathless and out of energy!

It took a while to recover, not only to get our breaths back and lower our heartbeats, but also to encompass the reality of what we had just done. It was a major step for all of us, but particularly for Marianne. Jan and I had speculated as to whether I would be able to get into her and, with Jan’s help, I had done so. For Marianne, though it was all shockingly new. No man had ever even seen her naked, and now she not only had been naked, she had been fucked. Again, adultery. Surprisingly, the idea of “sin” didn’t really bother her and, as I said before, she had thought, theoretically, of having intercourse with me, but, that was imagination – this was real!

Of course, we did recover, but we had a lot to think about and to absorb. As we sat up, I think the new reality hit us and there was silence as we wondered what to say. Marianne was still sitting on me with my shrunken cock still in her, my hands still on her hips. We looked at each other, both very aware of a totally new relationship between us. After thirty seconds or so of looking at each other silently, I brought my hand up around her, drew her to me and kissed her very hard. She responded immediately, and when we finally broke away, most of the strangeness between us was gone and we accepted the new reality and were pleased with it. Jan was right there and kissed us both, confirming, I guess, that we were now a threesome.

It was fascinating as we prepared to get out. As I turned the lights up, Marianne’s was in the act of climbing over the rim, legs wide open. Her instinctive reaction was to try to cover herself, something that she couldn’t do, of course. Even when she was out, she quickly reached for her towel and held it in front of her. Then embarrassed – at both her exposure and her reaction – she blushed profusely, saying, “I guess there’s not much point in that, is there? Now, I know how Jan felt!” With that, she just let the towel fall away, revealing the surprisingly pretty, well-shaped breasts that Jan had described and the very feminine triangle of pubic hair at the base of her stomach.

I couldn’t help but think about how another person’s clothes and outlook can give one a completely incorrect impression of that person. Marianne’s conservative manner of dress and her apparent lack of interest in sex had led us to pigeon-hole her as a nice, very pleasant woman with no sex-appeal. Our recent activities and required a complete revaluation. The body was there and, with her interest in sex revived, I could feel a tremor in my cock, even after the very recent explosion. I had a feeling that this was going to be a very exciting relationship!

We three stood there naked, drying off, and, after Marianne’s initial hesitation, completely at ease with each other. They left, talking quietly, while I closed the Jacuzzi and they were in the guest room for some time, almost forty-five minutes, before they came up together, Jan still in her robe, of course, but Marianne wearing her nightgown. Jan changed into her nightgown immediately and the three of us sat at the table, having a snack after our vigorous exercise. I don’t have a recollection of what we talked about, but it didn’t matter anyway. It was more of a bonding session, a time of cementing that sense of togetherness, of companionship, that we had felt after the Jacuzzi. We were very relaxed and comfortable with each other with absolutely no sexual tension. When we decided to turn in, I held Marianne and kissed her goodnight while fondling and squeezing her breast as I did so. Jan did the same thing.

Of course, as soon as Jan and I were alone in the bedroom, we began to discuss and dissect the amazing events of the evening. Much of what happened was totally unexpected by me and Jan was largely responsible. I had expected things to progress as they had last time with me fucking her. The most that we had talked about was that I might well get to see Marianne nude, but nothing more. So, my first question was, “What on earth caused you to push Marianne into going all the way? Understand, I’m not complaining, but ataköy escort that certainly was not the plan!”

“I know, but something, and I don’t know what, told me that the time was right. We had talked about you getting into her and, when we were playing with each other, I could tell that she was really hot. Her pussy was very wet – and not from the water – and, when I was on your legs, she was really almost in a frenzy as she was working on me. She had been that way before, but she just seemed more eager, somehow. It was just instinct – or maybe I just wanted it – I don’t know. Anyway, it worked out perfectly. You fucked her and she loved it. That’s a main reason that I went in with her. I wanted to be certain that when she calmed down she would still be happy, and she most certainly is.

“She was really shocked when I put her on your knees but she knew exactly what was happening once she was there. She hugged me and said, ‘Oh, Jan, Jeff fucked me! Now we’ve each been fucked by the other’s husband and we’ve had each other! I never dreamed of such a thing, but I love it!’ She went on like that, but, it seems silly, the only thing that seemed to cause her to hesitate, and blush, was when she said, ‘And Jeff saw me naked – I wonder what he thought? I’m…I’m…I’m not sexy like you!’ She said that I’m little and cute and she was afraid that you wouldn’t think that she was attractive. Of course, I assured her that she is quite sexy when she’s nude and that I’m absolutely certain that you are really excited about having seen her. Somehow, I think that that is as important to her as you having fucked her! We have to improve her self-image.”

“Well, I will have no problem in doing that! She’s right, you are little and cute, but I really liked seeing her body as we dried off. I have every intention of letting her know that I admire it, both in words and action. Now, how do you feel about all of this? Any qualms about me fucking her or continuing with her?”

“Gods, no! I really enjoyed helping you get into her – in fact, I held your cock and actually felt it going into her hole. I could feel her pussy lips as you went in! That was exciting! This whole …what is it…a group affair? In any case, I love everything about it. I love having sex with her myself! I love you fucking me and fucking her! And I love the relationship and I’m looking forward to the three of us being in bed together!

That occurred one week later, and without prior planning. Marianne was over that Saturday night, as had become the usual situation. Jan and I hadn’t talked about it specifically, but there just was a basic assumption that we would end up in the Jacuzzi and have sex. We both looked forward to that and we assumed that Marianne expected that also. Marianne and Jan saw each other every day in school and ate lunch together. However, they deliberately avoided discussing their new relationship or to show any increased affection toward each other. Perhaps they were a bit paranoid in that, but people notice things, and small towns, where everyone knows each other, are awash with suspicion, rumors, gossip, etc.

In any case, later in the evening, I simply asked, “Is everyone ready to go into the Jacuzzi,” I anticipated an immediate ok. Marianne threw us a curve, “I’m really sorry, but I can’t go into the water tonight.” Looking at Jan, she continued, “Remember, I had that ingrown toenail on my big toe fixed on Thursday, and I have to keep it dry over the weekend.”

“Oh, damn, I completely forgot that! And there’s no way that we could cover that enough to protect it in the Jacuzzi. Damn!”

There was instant deflation. While Jan and I liked Marianne for herself, there is no denying that having sex with her had been our dominant goal of the evening. Marianne, of course, had known of the problem and had assumed that Jan recognized it too. We just sat there, glum expressions all around. Finally, the deadly silence was broken by Jan simply saying, “Well, if we can’t go into the water, why don’t we just go in on the bed?”

Now, that might sound like the obvious solution – and, of course, it was. However, there is a major psychological difference between going into the Jacuzzi and just having things develop – presumably without overt planning – and just getting into bed together for the purpose of having sex! When Marianne had asked Jan, “Do you want to go up to the bedroom,” there was no mistaking what the question meant. It was a momentous decision and, obviously, she said yes. Now, Marianne, faced with the same choice made that same decision and any pretense of just being an innocent woman who had been carried away in the Jacuzzi was banished.

With no real hesitancy, just a bit of embarrassment shown by a significant blush, she simply said “Ok.” Then after a moment, “I’ll…I’ll have to go downstairs for a minute. I’ll be right back.” She was gone downstairs for considerably longer than a minute, but, of course she did come back, coming into the bedroom wearing her nightgown. Jan had made the same preparations and she, too, was wearing a nightgown, wanting to make the things less stressful for Marianne. There is always a period of awkwardness the first time you are in a situation like this. As Marianne admitted later, coming up the stairs and walking down the hall to the bedroom to have sex with us was very hard. She wanted to it, was going to do it…but it was hard!

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Reading the first chapter first will fill you in on who the characters are and what happened earlier. Strong sexual activity.

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Jess awakened and found that he had slept the whole night. He remembered the earlier evening he had spent with Lynn and Peg and could not believe what had happened. He reached under the cover and found his hard on knowing most of it was from needing to pee but remembering last night sure added to it. He wondered if he would even be able to pee as hard as he was or would he have to cath himself. Being a paraplegic from above his hips down sometimes caused trouble. Jess had about 80 percent of the feeling in his penis and some feeling in his thighs but nothing anywhere else below. He had been that way since birth as something had not gone right when his spinal cord formed. His legs were just skin and bone and the left one was about 2 inches shorter than the right.

He had run into, almost literally, the two women at the mall and both of them also had birth defects it turned out. Lynn, after some amputations, had only a very short right leg stump and a short left below the knee stump. Peg had no arms at all and even all her shoulder was gone on the right side. They were non identical twin sisters, lovers and devotees of men in wheelchairs. Josh wore his long leg braces all the time and the women were awed by him in his wheelchair. That led to the evening of sex with both of them and the first time for all of them.

Jess moved over onto his wheelchair and into the bathroom. No he could not pee even after he got into the shower so he used the cath kit he brought with him and got his bladder empty. It was very full and he was glad he had not had an accident in bed. He got cleaned up and had some toast and tea for breakfast. It being Sunday he got his chores done and decided the grocery store was next. Later when he got to his computer and checked his email he found one from a strange address unknown to him. He opened it and started reading and realized it was from Peg! She told him how grateful she was for last night and that he had not rejected her for her deformities but instead had treated her so well as her first sex partner. She did not realize how much enjoyment there was fucking. Yes, as he knew, she and her sister were lovers but it was nothing like what they did. Lynn told me about her time with you and how well you treated her also. Thank you again and we are both looking forward to having you here next weekend. By the way, I use my toes to type on the keyboard of my computer, let me know if you would like to talk more this way later.

Jess immediately sent a reply and said yes I am glad we can talk this way and they did several times during the next week. Time flew by and Friday evening finally got there. Jess showered, shaved all his pubic hair and finished in the bathroom. He had decided to wear his older set of braces, HKAFO’s. He had thought about it and was going to try and stand with the hip belt on and see if he could fuck the girls that way instead of having them do all the work. Maybe the kitchen table or something else that was the right height for them to get on their backs and him stand at their cunts and get his cock in them. He would use his arms to pull himself in and out. They also had the old fashioned boots attached to the braces and the left boot was built up to account for the shorter leg. He thought the girls would love them. It was hard to get them on with no help but he managed and then added a “D” ring around his balls and the base of his cock and a couple of 1 inch cock rings around the base of his cock. He also took a 20 mg Cialis. With no underwear on he was obvious with his legs spread.

Jess wheeled up to the door and rang the bell. The door opened with both girls there. Lynn said hi and Peg had a huge grin on her face as usual. They moved out of the way so he could come in and he noticed they were dressed the same. Lynn had her prosthetic legs on and using her crutches and they both had short skirts on. The tops they had on were spectacular; it was some kind of fine fabric that as it draped over their upper bodies printed everything. It seemed to hug their breasts and formed around their areolas, nipples and breasts. On Peg it showed her empty shoulder and chest wall on the right side and shoulder socket on the left. It hugged Lynn’s slightly larger breasts. On both it came to just above the waist band on their skirts leaving and inch or so of skin showing.

Lynn invited him into the family room and they sat in front of him. She looked a little nervous and she told him that things had changed in the last 30 minutes. She had a call from a close friend that would be coming into town shortly. She worked in a VA hospital and was a quad amputee. The person that usually traveled with her was sick and she was wondering if Lynn could stay with her for the two days she was in town as she needed help with having no limbs. Lynn shyly told him they were also lovers and she wanted to do so. Would he mind staying with Peg and helping her for that time? Before he could answer Lynn said there would escort bakırköy be a bonus also. She was bleeding and Horney as hell. Peg gave her silent laugh nodding her head. Jess said he would enjoy the bonus but it was not necessary, he would be glad to stay with Peg. Lynn looking relieved leaned over and kissed him and Peg looking delighted kissed him also with lots of tongue.

Lynn told him about the dinner reservation she had made, and for the two of them to go on and enjoy it. She added she would miss out on the fun but it would be good for the two of them to have some alone time and besides, she would have her own “company”. They talked a little more then Lynn removed her prosthetic legs, got on to her wheelchair, and left. Peg went to the kitchen counter and moved what looked like a calculator in front of her. She got a 6 inch stick in her mouth and punched some keys. When she was done she pushed one last key and the devise said you look very sexy today, I like the boots and fixed braces on them. Jess was surprised at the devise and Peg looked proud as punch that now she could talk with him. He rolled up beside her to look at it and then they kissed passionately. He then looked her over good then into her eyes and she licked her lips. Peg typed am I dressed ok for you, want to put a different top on me? Jess said you are beautiful and I am proud to be seen with you just like you are. Peg typed you look like your penis is hard, are you ok? Anything you want me to do before we go? Jess looked down and said no, you can fix me when we get back. It is what happens when I am around you.

She said she was going to leave the pad at home and he could learn to read her lips more and Jess said fine with him. They went out to his van and he helped her into her seat. He pulled the seat belt over her and then got on the lift and into the van. When they got to the restaurant the valet showed him where to park since there was no seat for him to be able to drive. Jess got out and undid the seat belt for Peg and helped her out. They were both sure every eye was on them and loved it. Both were very proud to be as crippled as they were and did not mind showing it off.

When they got inside the hostess showed them to their table and gave Jess the menu and told him who their server was. She and Peg exchanged a knowing smile and then left them alone. Jess had seen the exchange and asked Peg if she was a close friend and Peg shook her head no. Jess said she looked like she wanted you and Peg smiled and slowly nodded her head. Peg slowly mouthed the same look you have. They both laughed and Jess asked what she wanted to eat. Peg got another huge grin and Jess said we can eat each other for desert later. She licked her lips slowly and said ok. They decided and the server took the order from Jess. While they were waiting Peg asked if he was going to mind or be grossed out taking care of her. He said absolutely not. I am glad we are going to have some time alone like this. He reached out and put his hand on her knee. She closed her other knee on it and he slid it up her thigh. They were sitting side by side but the table cloth hid everything. As his hand slowly moved upward, Peg opened her legs wide inviting him further. He reached her panties and his finger felt the sanitary pad. He withdrew his hand and she looked disappointed. He said I will give you all you want later.

The server brought their food and Jess started feeding Peg first, then took some bites of his food. He told her he wished she could feed herself but understood with the short skirt on why she was not. He added that he loved to feed her, thought it was very sensuous. Peg was sitting up very straight which thrust her breasts out and he could see her nipples and areolas were very hard. The empty, long sleeves pulling the top down tighter against her empty shoulders just added to his stimulation. His Cialis and the cock rings were working to make and keep him hard as a rock and Peg had noticed it again. Peg mouthed slowly in my bloody cunt later? Jess asked if that is what she wanted and Peg mouthed oh yes, please fuck me with it. Absolutely he said. They enjoyed their dinner and an after dinner drink then headed back to her place. After they were back in the van Peg gave her silent laugh. At a light she mouthed I bet I got more offers on the way out from women than you did and Jess laughing said no bet.

They got home and back into the house and Jess asked when did you start your period? Peg said last night. He asked if it was a heavy flow and Peg said oh yes, always the first two or three days. Do we need to check your pad he asked and Peg nodded yes and mouthed ok with you? He said no problem and they headed to the bathroom. Peg had him undo her skirt and she stepped out of it. He put it on the back of his wheelchair and then pulled her panties down and added them to the skirt. Next was her blouse. She had a Kotex and belt on and he pulled it down her legs. It had quite a bit of blood on it. After she stepped out of it he figured how to remove the tails from the belt and then şirinevler escort wrapped it in TP and put it in the waste basket. He looked into Pegs eyes and she looked embarrassed. He pulled her face down to his and kissed her then said don’t worry about it; it’s what two people do for each other. Besides remember, this is my first time also. Peg smiled and said ok, shall we get in the shower and fuck, easier to clean up after. Jess said great idea. Do you have a tampon in also and Peg nodded her head.

Jess said let me get rid of my clothing and braces and then we will get rid of it. Can I watch you she asked and he said of course. They moved back to the bedroom and Jess got his shirt off then transferred to the bed to remove his pants and braces. It was then that Peg saw the cock rings he had on and how hard he was. She immediately moved to him and got him down her throat. He was very slippery with pre cum and slipped down her throat to his balls. She tongue lapped at him and he pushed her head away before he came telling her about it. She mouthed she did not care where he came in her she just wanted his cum in her someplace. They kissed and she moved her breasts up to his mouth. As he sucked hard on her nipples his hands moved to her empty shoulders and he started massaging them. Peg finally got off him and noticed blood on her thigh. Shower she mouthed and moved into the bathroom while Jess finished getting his braces off. It took some doing since he had his HKAFO’s and boots on but he finally joined her in the roll in shower. When she stood there was blood on the bench.

Peg moved up close to him and he knew it was time to pull the tampon out. They were looking into each other’s eyes as she spread her legs and he ran his hand up one of her thighs. He felt the string hanging down and then asked her if he just pulled on it. She nodded her head yes and he started to pull. He could feel how sticky her pussy lips were and knew his hand was bloody. There was some resistance but he could tell it was coming out. It dropped into his hand and he moved it from in between her legs. It was very saturated with blood as he finally looked down from her eyes. Peg looked at it too then their eyes met again. He was smiling big time not wanting her to be upset and she grinned back at him. He dropped it on the floor out of the way and when their eyes met again she was mouthing please fuck me now.

Jess put the chest belt Lynn used around his chest then put a folded towel alongside each of his thighs so she could kneel there. Peg understood how it was going to happen and knelt on the bench over him. He kissed his way up and she knelt down getting one of her nipples in his mouth. They then kissed passionately and then Peg looked down. As she had spread her legs blood had run out of her and all over his hard on as it stuck up at her. She did not seem to mind now and scooted closer to him. She lifted a little and he guided his already blood covered cock into her dripping cunt. She sat on him and right away they both could tell the difference. Jess on his blood soaked penis and Peg’s pussy, and how it felt now from the last time they had fucked with only the natural sex lub present. It seemed to be warmer and not as slick but slightly sticky. It felt fantastic to both of them as his big long cock slid up her cunt and banged into her bloody cervix. Jess had both arms around her holding her on and she bucked up and down. Again their eyes locked on each other and then Peg mouthed pull nipples hard. Jess moved one hand to a breast and did just that. He noticed it was dark purple and grabbed it pulling outward and upward. Peg’s head went back and it looked like she let out a long howl. She slammed down on his cock and legs and he could feel her orgasm as it gripped her and his cock. It sent him over and he poured cum at her cervix.

He held her tightly as she worked through her cum making small fucking movements on his cock. He could feel every one of them and sort of wished he could return the motion. But he also knew she loved him being totally paralyzed. As they came down they both felt the mixed juices flow out of her cunt on to Jess. He relaxed his grip some so she could look down between her legs. He was still hard and asked if she needed to go again and Peg said no, later. She put one foot on the tile floor and lifted up with even more running out of her and down her leg. Jess said fantastic! Peg just shrugged her shoulder like what the hell. Jess turned the water on and started rinsing her off then himself. When he had most of it off Peg got his attention and mouthed would you please shave my pussy hairless. Jess said glad too and had her sit on the bench.

There was shaving stuff in the shower and he managed to get down off the bench and between her legs. She was already too wet to use the trimmer so he just went ahead and started in putting shaving cream all over and using a razor. He had her scoot forward and started at the bottom by her ass and worked his way up. He used his other hand to hold her pussy lips in various positions to get escort ataköy the stubble off as she was already shaved there. She oozed a bloody cream as he was working and it distracted him sometimes. She was watching closely and had a grin on her face watching him react. It took three razors but he finally had all the hair removed from the whole area and then did her legs all the way from her foot to her shaved pussy. When he was done he asked how she liked it and she said don’t like it, love it, thanks.

Jess had noticed douche bottles and picked one up and inserted it moving it back and forth with the end pointed at her “G” spot. He then squeezed all the liquid in to her like a cum and she did. He held her lips open and let it all run out noticing it had started to clear some. He then inserted a tampon and washed her good. Peg leaned over and they started kissing and he was fondling her breasts. He worked his mouth down her abdomen and between her legs. She tried to resist him but he kept them open and he was able to start licking her slit and up to her clit. She felt fantastic with no hair and soon came again big time. After she looked at him in amazement not believing he had just eaten her while on her period. He told her she was probably as clean as she would ever get after the shave, douche and wash he had given her.

Peg watched him struggle getting back on the bench with his paralyzed, atrophied legs just flopping around. She almost came again. He dried them off and pulled his wheelchair back in and transferred to it. It was late and they headed to bed snuggling up to each other. Jess was behind Peg and had his arms around her with his hands cupping her large breasts.

Lynn was on her way to meet Anita as they had not seen each other for a while. Anita had been in the first Iraq war and a roadside IED got her. It blew her legs and left arm off and injured her right arm so much it was taken just below the elbow. It was so badly injured it is not much use even with a prosthetic hook. Her above elbow amputation on the left arm was much better functioning and that was the side she wears her hook prosthetic on. Her legs and hips are gone, a bilateral hemipelvectomy, and she sits in a fiberglass bucket so she could sit upright. She works at a VA hospital in another city and was in town for a meeting.

Lynn got to the hotel, unloaded from her van in her wheelchair and headed up to Anita’s room. She knocked on her door and it was opened a few seconds later by a beautiful, small woman in an electric wheelchair. They got close to each other and hugged tightly. They moved into the larger living room and jabbered away. Anita told Lynn how much she appreciated her coming to help care for her since her usual aid was sick. They had become lovers several years ago so Lynn said it was no problem. Anita asked if Peg would be ok and Lynn laughed saying she has a new boyfriend staying with her. There had been a three way visit between them all last weekend. Anita said that was great, nothing wrong with a hard cock now and then. They both laughed and Lynn told her the same guy was finally her first fuck last weekend. Looking at Anita she told her she had missed her very much and wanted her badly right now. Anita said she agreed and they headed to the bedroom. On the way Anita said she loved the outfit Lynn had on, that her one stump showed nicely and how the top was so sexy printing her braless breasts. Lynn said thanks I wore it just for you.

Lynn helped Anita get her prosthetic arm off then removed her top; she had the arm on the outside of the top, and immediately noticed that Anita’s breasts were fuller. Anita saw her expression and said yes, they needed some help so I had some plastic surgery done a few months back. Do you like? Lynn said they looked fantastic and latched on to a large nipple with her mouth for a few seconds. The top Anita had on was long and covered her bottom so she had nothing else on. Lynn removed her top and Anita asked her to rub it on her face, she wanted to feel what it was like. Lynn did and Anita said that feels and looks fantastic. Lynn next got her skirt off and also had nothing else on as usual. She got Anita’s chair alongside the bed and guided Anita over to it. Next she transferred to the bed and helped her get out of the fiberglass shell. Lynn said she should have asked her this first and said do you have to pee? Anita grinned and said now that you mention it, I do.

Lynn got back in her chair and found a cath kit in the luggage and got a wet wash rag and towel out of the bathroom. She got back on the bed and went through the procedure to cath Anita, something she had done many times before. With her legs and hips gone, her lower body just tapered down to a V with only her pubic area left. Her aid kept her shaved and it was simple to do the cath job. When she was done she washed and dried Anita. Lynn crawled up alongside her and pulled her into her arms. They were soon kissing and Lynn moved up offering her breast to Anita’s mouth. She sucked the nipple in and applied very strong suction to the nipple and areola. Anita was able to use her longer BE stump to push on Lynn’s breast as she nursed. They had both talked about getting each other to lactate but never had the time, and then Lynn and Peg moved. Lynn was playing with Anita’s breasts as she sucked. She noticed the different, firmer feeling right away and liked it.

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Chapter VII: The Princess Escapes

Horror clamped around Lisa like a vice. It took every iota of her strength to keep quiet, not to show any reaction to the news. She hadn’t even known his real name. Paul Twilley. She’d only called him fag, wimp, Lisa. He was dead, split from his mutilated cock to his false tits. There were pictures.

Her horror had two parts. First came the irrevocability and senselessness of the violent death of someone she knew. He’d fucked her. She’d fucked him. She probably still carried minuscule traces of his life deep in her cunt. The thought made her nauseous.

The second aspect was that her double life could well be exposed. The recorded time of death put her in the alley with him less than four hours before some deranged animal had ripped him open. The investigation could turn her up. If it did, there went the ball game. Fuck. She could produce an alibi, if the other whores on her street would speak up, but that would still totally destroy her life.

She excused herself, too abruptly, and locked herself in a bathroom stall. She didn’t puke, like she thought she would. Her smoke tasted like dried cabbage. Slowly, over the time it took to finish the cigarette, she saw that, regardless of whether she was implicated or not, life would never be the same.

Whores like Paul/Lisa died all the time. They were beaten to death. They were stabbed or shot. Sometimes their bodies were found. Sometimes they simply vanished, like the girl she’d gotten her corner from. Every time she put herself out there, the man she ended up with could be some psycho. There was no way to know, beforehand.

She’d heard the stories the girl’s told. She’d been aware of the risk factor. But this drove it home. This made it personal. It could happen to her.

No, she corrected. It would happen, not could. If not by knife or gun, by disease or drug. It had to. What she was doing to herself wouldn’t make sense otherwise. If it didn’t happen on its own, she’d do something to make it so.

Peculiar place to find one of those crossroads in life, she smiled thinly. The middle stall in the ladies’ shitter on the seventh floor. Guess it’s appropriate, in a way.

She heard the door open, recognized the faint squeak of Ann’s beige pumps. She dried her eyes.

“Having trouble with the plumbing, Lisa?”

“Nothing serious. Who drew the . . . Twilley thing?”

“Homicide took it away from us, as usual. Why?”

“I can’t talk about it now. Not here. Want to go for a ride?”

“Where?”

“To the morgue.”

Trotter didn’t answer. Lisa flushed the toilet, drew a deep breath, and faced her. This was going to be a class A mother-fucker. But the sergeant didn’t do anything more than meet her eyes and follow her from the room. The elevator ride was also silent. Only in the car, with Lisa staring out the passenger’s window, did her partner speak up.

“You knew this guy.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yeah. Biblically.”

“It wasn’t any accident he was going by your name. Hair like yours.”

“No. No accident.” She spilled all of it, never once looking inside the car.

Autumn was encroaching on summer. In the park, the trees were still green, but they knew. By the angle of the sun and the length of the days, by the first fluttering northerly breezes, they knew. Change was coming. They didn’t resist in any way.

In a week or two, they’d begin to release their leaves. They’d served their purpose. It was time to go. Sometimes, she guessed, you’d find them blocks, maybe miles away. These very leaves, skittering through the concrete canyons, blown up against alley walls in little drifts.

“So what are you going to do?”

Lisa found a cigarette. “Better cover your ass, Ann. This is going to get messy. I’ve got to tell Homicide what I know. No way I’m coming out with my badge. I’ll be damned lucky to stay out of jail. If you stand too close, they might want to sniff your cunt, too.”

Trotter drove a half block in silence. “I can’t let you do it, Lisa. I want you to keep that beautiful mouth shut. There’s no fucking reason to do it. None at all. He’s gone. Dead. You can’t bring him back. All you can do is take yourself down.”

Lisa shook her head. “I wish I could just forget about it, Ann. But it’s more than feeling responsible for what happened to her. Him. Twilley. Paul Twilley. I can’t let that happen to me. And it will, if I don’t stop it.” And it’ll happen to you, too, someday, she thought. We both know it will.

“Okay. If you won’t do it for yourself, then do it for me. You’re right, you know. They’re bound to investigate everybody who ever had anything to do with you. You’re going to be responsible for taking others down, too. Like Wilson, maybe.”

She knew it was true. Her heart felt like lead. It’d be so easy. So easy to just listen to Ann. She’d heard those sweet lips murmur words of love to her mere hours before. Now she was on her way to destroying yet another life.

Maybe, she reminded herself. Maybe not. I’ve got to follow my convictions. It’s the right thing izmit escort to do. Fuck, is it better to let her end up with a knife in her guts, or a reprimand? Surely that’s all she’d get. Too many people owe her favors.

Trotter read her re-formed determination. Her anger showed through. “How about Wilson, then? You expose yourself as a whore who he just gave a juicy transfer to, and what’s going to happen to him?”

Lisa stared out the window. “I’m sorry, Ann. I’m really sorry. But it’s the only choice I have left. I’ve tried everything else, don’t you see?”

“No. I don’t see. And lots of other folks won’t, either. And believe me, babe, you haven’t really tried everything yet.”

She spent the span of a red light staring coldly at Lisa’s graceful body. The curve of her slim, round hips. The ripe swell of her full little tit. What she could see of her face, the rich red corner of her pouty mouth, the artfully traced and tinted corner of her eye.

“That’s too bad, hon. What a hell of a waste of talent.” She pulled away when the light went green, speculatively raked her companion’s body one last time.

“What are you going to do after the dust clears? And it will, you know. You won’t do any time. The papers’ll give you your thirty seconds of fame, and things’ll settle down after a while. But what about you? Where will you go? What will you do?”

Lisa shrugged. “Doesn’t matter. That’s not the point anymore.”

“What is the point?”

“I don’t know. I just know it’s not what I thought it was. It’s never been what I thought it was.” She’d tried to do what They told her. She’d failed. She’d tried to set up her own system. It’d turned out to be just as full of lies as Theirs.

Trotter stopped the car in front of the building housing what was left of Paul Twilley. “Why the morgue, Cole? Why the fuck do you want to do this to yourself? It’s not necessary.”

“Maybe not. But unless I do it, I’m afraid I’ll change my mind someday. It won’t be real anymore. I’ll forget. I’ll only remember the good parts. What it felt like to clutch a hundred bucks in my fist while some stranger’s cock split my cunt. And that’s not what it’s really about. That’s only part of the truth.”

She nodded toward the doors. “There’s another part in the basement, in a cooler, wearing a toe-tag. And there are other parts I don’t even know about yet.”

Trotter’s smile was icy. “At least there’s something we agree on.”

She did puke, later. She’d known she might. Fuck, maybe she wanted to vomit as much out of herself as she could. Maybe she wanted to feel drained, bleached as clean as she could get.

Then, it was off to an appointment with the homicide boys. Trotter had run away to make ass-covering phone calls, no doubt. That was just as well. She needed to do this on her own. They’d kissed goodbye in the elevator.

“Will you come by tonight?” Trotter had asked, still slightly cool, despite the knee pressed firmly between Lisa’s thighs.

“You’re sure that’s smart? Risking being seen with me?” Lisa moaned.

“You’ll be discreet. Come in the back way.”

“Yes. I’m not going to want to be alone after this. Have some decent wine chilled? And be ready to fuck my brains out.”

It went better than she’d expected. The two dicks on the case, Rogers and Brandt, stayed polite throughout, kept their questions and comments civil and to the point. She saw their anger and outrage, though. Not because she’d been a whore, but because she was hurting the Force. She’d tarnished her badge, the same one they wore.

They didn’t take it from her, of course. Neither did Captain Sloan. She marched straight into his office and laid it out for him, too. It was pretty mechanical by the third telling. He was shocked, then grim. He didn’t actually can her. He couldn’t, until she actually signed the statement tomorrow. But he did suspend her without pay pending a review board. They both knew how the board would find.

That night, at Ann’s place, she let her hurt and fear come out in the only way she felt strong enough to act it out. She got drunk and decadent.

Trotter laughed and broke the kiss Lisa had initiated. “Jesus. You are one horny bitch, Cole. Don’t you ever get enough?”

“That’s what I’m trying to find out. Why? Don’t you want me?”

Ann cradled a hard little tit. “There. Does that feel good?”

Lisa arched her back, pressed into the caress. “Umm. It’s a great start.”

With her other hand, Trotter tickled a darkly stockinged thigh. “You look so soft tonight. So feminine. It makes me want to take charge, Lisa. It makes me want to dominate you.”

Lisa’s legs slowly parted. She cried out softly as the slender, wise hand stroked her upper thigh, insinuated itself upward. “Yes,” she whispered. “Please. Do whatever you want to me. Tell me what to do, Ann.”

Submission was exactly what she’d been craving. She wanted to relax, to not have any responsibilities at all other than to follow very explicit orders. Lick pussy, suck tit, lay still, bodrum escort roll over. It would make life so simple, make all the day’s horrors and uncertainties vanish.

That was exactly the sort of release she craved after ruining both her careers. To have no worries for a while. No fears. To escape. To not have to be strong, just for the night.

“Fuck me,” she begged, her cunt suddenly sodden, even though no fingers had petted it. “Hurry. Please.”

Trotter shook her head soberly. “No good, babe.”

“Ann, please. I need -“

“I know what you need. I know even better than you do, slut. Don’t I, you cheap whore? You’re going to do whatever I tell you, right?”

Lisa began to protest, began to let her hole chase the hand that was so maddeningly close. She bit her lips, made tight fists. More than she wanted immediate gratification, she wanted the other more. The helplessness. The infantile dependency. “Yes. Whatever you say.”

“That’s the idea. I’ve had all afternoon to think about it. I made some phone calls. We’re going to have a little going away party.”

She groaned. “Ann, I don’t think I’m up for -“

“I’m talking a real party, whore. I’m going to see to it you get so thoroughly fucked tonight that you’ll never want to turn another trick as long as you live. Put down that glass, wipe that insipid grin off your face, and go take a fucking bath.”

She did as she was told, trying to imagine exactly what was up. All her regular johns? A train of tricks some of the street girls put together?

By the time the bath was draining, her nipples had been tweaked to full extension and her pussy lips were red from rubbing. She scraped the rough towel over herself more thoroughly than necessary.

Trotter had an absolutely scandalous outfit laid out for her. A black lace bustier, webbed down the gaping front, would cradle her tits, not hide them. Its garters would support her hose. The crotchless g-string panties left everything important exposed. The fingerless lace opera gloves were something new. No skirt. No blouse. Just stiletto heeled sandals.

She didn’t ask, didn’t protest, just dressed. Trotter examined her, adjusted the garters and tits to suit herself, then ordered her to the vanity to be made up.

Lisa did nothing but watch and wonder. Watch the consummate whore’s face her lover was creating, plastering her face with too much of everything. And wonder at the anger, the barely contained rage she did it with. Even through Lisa’ building lust, it didn’t feel right. It was more than part of the game. It hadn’t been like this before. She wasn’t at all sure she liked it, but did nothing to break the spell the vast space inside her cunt was weaving over her judgment.

She stared raptly into the mirror, watched her face bloom with wicked color. Her sultry lids turned deep grey and silver all the way to her penciled brows and temples. Her lashes became black, long and thick and brittle. Their roots were traced with a black tinged with blue, making her azure eyes glow darkly.

The pores of her face vanished under foundation and powder. Her high cheekbones were unnaturally flushed above the artificially pallid perfection of her skin. The contours of her nose and chin had been visibly shaded. Her lips burned with her most treasured deep scarlet lipstick. Her mouth had been reshaped by a false outline, the color so thickly applied and so heavily glossed that no texture showed through. Her lips looked as slick as molten glass, and that hot.

“And you’ll keep them that way, you fucking worthless cunt. Every time you smoke a cigarette or take a drink, or swallow a cock, you be damned sure your mouth is fucking perfect. Understand?”

“Yes, mam.”

“Every time you fuck up and forget, you get three lashes with this.” She slapped her leg with a short whip. It was soft, but hurt like hell. Lisa should know. It was hers. She’d both used and felt it before. She hated it, and Ann read it by her visible cringe. Why the threat of real punishment? Was she really still that mad?

“I won’t forget. I promise.”

“We’ll see. Now, to make sure you stay in here without peeking until I’m ready for you to come out, I’m going to tie you to the bed. Lay down.”

Lisa’s fears were again lost in a hollow rush of need. She spread herself, her haunted eyes locked on the overhead mirror as the padded restraints were fastened around her wrists and ankles. They were hers, too. Had Ann broken into her car and lifted them? It didn’t matter. They felt perfect, gripping her, stretching her, displaying her. She was a doll, a grotesque Barbie. Her nipples bulged, strained toward the ceiling. Her cunt steadily oozed fluids. Her parted, panting, gleaming lips said she was on the brink of orgasm. And they didn’t lie. But there was no blindfold. And Ann, instead of fucking her with the huge dildo laying on the floor, left and closed the door.

It was all different, all new. She’d never been bound and left alone. She’d never looked like this, not even at her most alanya escort wild. Never felt like this, so fucking turned on it was insane, and unable to do a damned thing about it. It was torturous. It was cruel and heartless.

And she loved it. Everything about it was perfect. The way her crimson mandarin nails hooked over the palms of her gloves, and her matching toes peeked through the impossibly tall shoes. The way the seams of the hose twisted gracefully as she turned her legs, admiring their beautiful shape. It was all absolutely ideal. She recognized, after a time, that this was what she’d always had in mind, how she always dreamed she should look. It wasn’t who she was. It was who she craved to become with all her heart and soul. In a way, it truly was her soul made visible.

Ann must be trying to show her this about herself. That was why she was mad. Because Lisa had been blind to something she should know about. Something vital. Seeing herself this way changed everything. How could she ever stop being this, now that she’d finally seen it?

She was still enraptured, her vision so powerful that it kept her right on the edge of a stupendous orgasm, when she faintly heard the doorbell the first time. A few minutes later, there was a distant knock. The guests were arriving. She could hear the confused murmur of deliberately lowered voices.

Soon They would come for her. Come to look at her. Come to fuck her in every hole, all at once. It wasn’t important who They were, as long as there were enough. It had to go on and on. She didn’t care about anything beyond the realm of cocks and holes. Until she recognized, through the deafening din of her fantasies, a particular laugh.

Captain Wilson’s laugh.

Then, other voices became clear enough to recognize. Ann’s, of course. But, wasn’t that Chandler, from the old precinct? And Riley and Donovan, the inseparable duo in Vice?

Her panic and denial rose sluggishly through the clinging fog of her transcendent lust. No. It couldn’t be. Ann wouldn’t do that to her.

The shrill cackle of that asshole Deputy Chief Walters’ distinctive giggle shattered her refusal to face the facts.

That’s exactly what Ann had done. Her peers. Her superiors. They were all out there. Soon, Ann was going to lead them through the door, show them who Lisa Cole really was.

She fought lethargically. She had to escape, snap or stretch the thick, soft ropes enough to wriggle free. It was hopeless. She knew from experience they were stronger than they looked, not mere props. All she succeeded in doing was wrinkling the bedspread.

Before the totality of the humiliation to come really registered, brought with it a desperate anguish and hysterical tears, the door swung open. Ann stepped through, smiling harshly, raking her with cold eyes.

“Well, well. The little slut’s figured out what’s going on. She’s not as brainless as she looks, guys. Come on in. Say hi to the guest of honor.”

Men began filing through the door. She knew them all. She’d worked beside them, heard their briefings or seen them pass through on their way to Wilson or Sloan’s office. And they were staring hungrily and mockingly and pityingly and hatefully at her totally exposed self, painted and garbed like the Princess of Whores. They were all going to fuck her. She knew it by the look in their eyes as much as the bulges in their pants. They were going to gang rape her. And there was nothing in heaven or hell she could do to stop it.

“The sloppy cunt’s chewed her lipstick guys. Can you believe it? She’s in love with her mouth, you know. Know how many different red lipstick’s she’s collected. Forty-four. Right, Lisa?”

It was really forty-nine. Five more had come in the mail the day before. But she couldn’t speak.

“I told her what’d happen if she did that without fixing it. Told her I’d use the whip on her. God she hates that. Loves to dish it out, but can’t take it.”

That drew a low chuckle from some of the audience. Most, though, seemed not to have heard Trotter. Their unwavering stares hurt. She’d never been looked at this way. The eyes bruised her tits with their collective weight, sank into her cunt like an invisible cock. But the pain was subtle, just as subtle as the discomfort of chains after wearing them for a while.

And, like that, it easily became pleasure. The lash fell across her thighs. Lisa felt a hard squeeze somewhere within her cervix. A second blow fell, across her stomach. The knot opened, bloomed like a night flower. They might hate her and pity her, but they’d fuck her anyway. The third blast of searing pain came from her tits. The black blossom became all there was. She plunged into its core with a shrill scream. She was nothing like any of them had ever seen before.

“Here, whore. Let Annie fix your lipstick for you. Hold still. I know the brush tickles. That’s a good girl. You want to be sexy for the boys, don’t you? I thought so.” Aside. “Look at this, fellas. The slut’s having an orgasm. I told you she’d be glad you all came.”

They started fucking her soon after shooting a couple of rolls of film of her. Nobody’d ever done that before. Ann held up mirrors so she could always see exactly what the lens was seeing. They were capturing her there. They were trapping her, freezing her as she was at this moment. They were making her real. For all time, that’s the way she’d be.

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The Gulfstream G150 jet swiftly made its way across the twilight skies. Its cabin was business-like with high backed leather chairs, flat screen monitors, desks and tables of varying sizes. Everything a titan of industry could require in his travels.

But on this flight, the interior lights were largely dimmed and only a solitary passenger was aboard. She sat in the black leather chair and looked out the window as the last rays of sunlight began to disappear. She sipped ginger ale from glasses imprinted with the company logo and then looked down at a copy of Business Week magazine that had been left aboard. Amidst the cover’s headlines was one that caught her eye.

“America’s Ghost Towns: The Next Land Boom?”

She idly began to flip through the issue until she saw the story. It was definitely about towns that had largely been abandoned by industry, were slowly dying, but ripe for new business opportunities.

One photo and its caption made her stop.

“I know this town.” She said quietly to herself.

Rocky Hill, Texas was an oddity in so many ways. No one could recall how a town could be called Rocky Hill when there were no hills and few rocks. It was largely flat and dusty. At the end of one street was the Super Chief Café, named for the famous transcontinental train that used to stop in town on its way to or from the west coast and open 24 hours. Billy Bob Hutchinson, its owner, had wisely added a Texaco gas station next to the café, cashing in on a fuel they sold called Super Chief. When the Super Chief train made its last run, he kept the station/café open even with the diminishing business. It made for a yearly write off on his income taxes, nothing more. The locals had taken to calling it “the Super Cheap Café”.

A solitary girl walked the empty streets to her waitress shift at the café. She was short with thick black hair that she’d tie back when on duty. She wore a light blue uniform that felt tight on her body at times. It had belonged to a previous employee who wasn’t as “blessed” in certain areas as the current owner was.

Her name was Laura.

Though she usually worked a variety of shifts at the café, more often than not she got the overnight shift where the clientele consisted of the occasional long haul trucker on their way to Dallas or further west looking for an extra bit of coffee to keep them going for 100 more miles, or line workers for the phone company. But for the most part, she was on her own listening to the radio and wondering what was down the road that led out of town, to the Interstate highway, to parts unknown.

By 11 PM, the café had seen the last of its regulars and she’d be on her own until the early morning breakfast crowd arrived. To say things were quiet was putting it mildly. She leaned against the counter trying to decide how to spend the next few hours. All the dishes had been washed by the previous shift, the coffee was brewed.

But this uniform was just too damn tight and wearing a bra underneath probably didn’t help matters either. She took a look around the empty café and then outside the front door, nobody in sight, good. She immediately unbuttoned the front of her uniform and unlatched her bra, the rush of “being free” as it were felt great. She doubted anybody would care if she kept it off. Hell, she could probably do her shift totally naked and it wouldn’t make any difference, it was so slow tonight. And a gentle night time breeze felt wonderful on her breasts.

Good sense prevailed and she quickly re-buttoned her uniform.

She got a coffee for herself and sat outside and took in the quiet night air. In the distance she saw headlights far off down the main road. But they seemed to be taking a long time to get closer.

The headlights she’d seen belonged to a sputtering VW van that pulled into the parking lot. It was smoking out of the back end. Its driver quickly got out and opened up the back, quickly being engulfed in smoke and steam.

“Are you OK?” she called to him

He waved off the smoke

“Yes, I think it’s an oil leak. You don’t have a mechanic round here, do you?”

“Not until the morning.” Laura said as she walked over.

“Well, guess I’m stuck here. Is there someplace I could park until the morning?”

“Sure, over there by the sign.” she said pointing to the weathered Texaco sign.

“Good enough.” He said “Oh, I’m John.”

“Laura.” She said as they shook hands “Park your van and I can get you some coffee, maybe a burger?”

“That’ll be perfect. I’ve been on the road for a long time.”

John eagerly dug into a cheeseburger and fries.

“Where are you heading?” Laura asked

“California, a friend of mine has a house there he’s restoring and he needs all the help he can get.”

“Wow, I’d love to go out there. It must be nice.”

“Uh-huh, the house is a big one too.” He said as he took another sip of coffee “How long have you lived here?”

“Too long.”

“So…what keeps you here?” he asked inquisitively “You never wondered what’s out there?”

Laura thought long and hard kocaeli escort for an answer

“I don’t know, not much, I guess. Not much opportunities here so I guess I’m stuck.”

“Could you leave if you wanted to?”

“You mean, like, move out of state?”

John nodded

“No, I-I couldn’t” she said hesitantly “My Aunt still lives here and she’d be lonely.”

Laura knew that was a dumb answer. Her Aunt Rosie was something of a character in town and anything but lonely. She and Billy Bob had had a fling years ago and she believed he’d leave the café’ to her if he died, then she could cash in on the property and sell it. The gossip in town had been that oil speculators had been in the area a few times so she figured it was only a matter of time before he went to that “goldmine in the sky” as it were, and whatever riches lay under the cafe` would be hers.

“You’re right, it’s tough leaving family behind.” John said as he finished the last bit of the burger “Well, I’m gonna get some sleep.”

“Where?”

“Oh, in my van, it’s kind cool. You wanna see it?”

Laura thought for a minute

“Um…OK.”

The side door of the VW slid open revealing a mattress that seemed custom-fitted to the dimensions of the van. He had some thick pillows and blankets scattered around. A makeshift curtain stretched around the windows and effectively dimmed the inside. Multicolored Christmas lights were around the top and small speakers were mounted in the corners.

“Hey, this is kinda neat!” Laura said as she looked in

“Yeah, I got a friend back home who’s a whiz at engineering stuff like this. I wish he’d worked his magic on the engine.”

“Can you fix it?”

“Probably, it’s gotten me this far, I don’t see why it won’t go all the way.”

Go all the way.

It had been awhile since she’d heard those words, even when innocently used like now. Laura knew she had a killer body, though it embarrassed her sometimes. Auntie Rose said otherwise and she should know. In her younger days she’d worked the burlesque circuit around Texas. It was how she’d met Billy Bob and several other men whose status was known by the size of their hats and the age of their Cadillac’s. Not to mention the size of their wallets. Other than some unmemorable encounters in the back of Junior Murphy’s pickup, Laura’s love life wasn’t much to speak of. But she had ways of relieving whatever romantic longings she might have. Auntie Rose had a shower massager installed some time back, supposedly for “medical reasons”. While Rose slept off whatever excesses she’d had from the night before, Laura secretly enjoyed some long showers, the massager between her legs.

John climbed inside and pulled out a small metal box.

“Feel like a smoke?” he asked

“Is that, um…” she asked hesitantly

“Uh-huh, it’s grass.”

“You better not, the sheriff sometimes stops by to check in on me.”

“Oh, got it.” He quickly hid the box under some clothing “I’ve got some regular cigarettes.”

“That’s OK, I don’t smoke.”

“Then…what do you do?” he asked as he leaned against the door frame, one leg on the ground the other propped up on the van’s floor boards. And a look of temptation on his face

Laura wasn’t sure how to respond.

“Um…I don’t…I don’t really know.” she said with a bashful smile. She knew he was smiling back at her.

She also knew she was attracted to him, how different he was from anyone else she saw, what he seemed to represent.

It was only a matter of how to deal with the attraction she had to this stranger in town.

Just then, she saw the headlights of a patrol car as it pulled up to the cafe`. Out of it climbed Sheriff Taylor. He’d been Sheriff for as long as anyone could remember. According to him, he’d once survived a gunfight with Bonnie & Clyde and followed Steve McQueen across 2 counties until the legendary speed loving actor, the “king of cool” finally gave up, amazed that anyone would try to chase him on the wide open Texas roads for just a broken tail light.

“Evenin’ Miss Laura, how’s business tonight?” he asked as he approached the pair.

“Same as always” she replied before quickly adding “Oh! This is John, his van broke down and he’s gonna camp out here, just for the night.”

“Is that a fact?” he said as he looked him over “Where you headed, son?”

“California, I need to fix a couple of things on the van, I’ll be leaving in the morning, sir.”

“Uh-huh…you do that.” he said with just enough authority to be sure his message was heard clearly by the young traveler “Laura, how ’bout some coffee and a bit of pie?” he said to her while still sizing up the young traveler.

“Yes sir!” she replied as the two went into the cafe`.

His coffee and pie fix satiated, Sheriff Taylor loosened his belt a little as he stood up.

“You be sure to let me know if there’s any trouble…you know where the alarm button is, right?” he said as he looked back at John’s van, its lights off and curtains kuşadası escort drawn.

“I’ll be fine, Sheriff, you know that.” she said confidently

“Uh-huh…just remember what I said.”

As Sheriff Taylor’s police car pulled away, she looked out the main window at the van parked under the lighted sign and hoped that John might feel the need to come in for one more cup of coffee. But it seemed like the road had caught up to him and she was pretty much alone for another hour or two.

Like clockwork, the morning breakfast rush began. But to her dismay, Charlie the morning cook hadn’t arrived, and she was forced into panic mode trying to get things done. She was quickly overwhelmed and worried.

“Where the fuck is Charlie?” she yelled as she tried to be short order cook and waitress at the same time.

The cups of coffee were quickly piling up and the blue collar guys were getting impatient when to her surprise she heard a bell ding behind her.

“Scrambled eggs and bacon, ready to go!” she heard

It didn’t sound like Charlie’s voice.

Then another ding

“Pancakes and sausage, ready!”

She tried not to look curious as she made her way to the small window where orders were picked up. She grabbed both plates, then looked inside.

John was manning the stove and balancing multiple orders, looking like he’d been doing it for years, utensils skillfully flying in all the right directions. He even wore the greasy apron Charlie usually wore.

But he certainly looked a lot better in it than Charlie ever did.

“Hey, Laura!” a voice yelled “Where’s my breakfast?”

“Right! Comin’ up!” she yelled happily

The bell dinged every few minutes and John’s voice could be heard calling out multiple orders that were ready. And Laura suddenly became Ms. Efficiency as she grabbed plate after plate and order after order.

Pretty soon, the breakfast crowd was on its way and a few generous tips had found their way into her pocket. It was at that moment that Charlie the cook stumbled inside.

“Am I early?” he asked through bleary eyes.

Laura looked at him with an exhausted smile

“No, not really.” she said as she punched out.

As she passed the garage, she could see John’s van up on the service bay’s hydraulic lift. He saw her walk by then ran out after her.

“Hey! Pretty busy in there, huh?” he said as he caught up to her.

“Yes, it was…so where’d you learn to cook anyway?”

“Oh, here and there.” he said as they walked together “I might be stuck here awhile, your mechanic has to go to some parts depot for what I need on the van.”

“So…where will you stay?”

“Wherever the van’s parked, I guess.”

“And what about money?”

“That’s what I wanted to ask you, um, do you need an extra cook? Just for the morning’s and all? I figure it’s only right since you let me park there and I’ll need the cash for the road. I figure I should do something to repay you.”

“Um, let me ask the owner.”

“Cool!” he said happily “I’ll see you later.”

Laura watched him closely as he ran back to the garage. She found herself staring as he removed his t-shirt and guzzled water from a hose before dumping some over his head and shaking his brown hair like a playful dog would.

She made her way back to the large house she shared with Auntie Rose, all the time thinking about John, how good he looked and the connection they seemed to make. There was no doubt in her mind what she wanted to do, it was just a question of how and when.

The Texas heat was already starting to rear its ugly head. But Auntie Rose wasn’t home yet, good, she thought. She trotted up the stairs of the old house to her room and immediately stripped naked. She felt much cooler and freer with her clothes off. In the large antique mirror she caught a glimpse of her naked body. Her tits were large, alright, and she struck a model’s pose, then a stripper’s pose. It had been a long time since she’d looked at herself this way, but then John wasn’t around last time was he?

She could be in Playboy with a body like hers, nice breasts, dark pussy hair and a cute ass. What would John think? She touched her tits a little, then teased the nipples. A nice tingly feeling went throughout her body. She smiled to herself now. Hand went between her legs and she felt her pussy, it was getting wetter with every touch of her finger. She lay back on her bed and continued to softly touch herself.

How good it felt.

Just then she heard a knock on the door downstairs.

“Who could that be?” she wondered to herself

She quickly grabbed a robe and went downstairs.

Peering inside the screen door was John.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” she said with surprise “How did you know where I live?”

“Oh, a great bit of luck.” he replied

“Come on in.” she said, trying to keep the robe closed as she quickly looked outside.

“I hope I’m not interrupting something.” he said as he noticed the robe

“Uh, marmaris escort no…I was just, uh, gonna take a bath and relax.”

“Oh, I can leave if-“

“No!” she said excitedly, then in a calmer tone said “No, it can, um, wait. What was this bit of luck you got?”

“Oh, yeah…the guy that owns the cafe` came to the garage just after you left and he said I could take over as the morning cook until my van’s fixed. He said some guy named Charlie needs to dry out or something.”

“Cool!” she said, then realized what that meant “How long would that be?”

“Might be ready tomorrow, the mechanic is going to a parts depot in the next town.”

Her heart sank, she realized it was now or never.

“Then…we don’t have a lot of time do we?” she said looking up at him with a bashful smile.

“No…we don’t.” he replied with the same kind of look

Laura hesitantly let the robe fall open and onto the hardwood floor, she was naked in front of this man she’d only met the night before. He began to smile, as did she. He bent down slightly and kissed her lips, she did the same.

“That f-felt good.” she said in a soft voice

John nodded

“Come on…” she said as she took his hand.

Their slow walk turned into a run up the stairs.

Once in her room she quickly stripped him naked and loved it when she saw his dick was already erect.

“You’re ready for action, I guess.”

“So are you.” he replied

“How can you tell?”

“Never seen a girl strip me so fast.”

“I’m horny, that’s why!” she laughed as she led him to her bed

Laura spread her legs wide and John knelt between them. She felt his tongue enter her wet pussy, it felt so good she gleefully let herself go and let out a series of gasps and moans the more he licked her to a stunning climax.

Thankfully, there was much more. John’s dick entered her and she wrapped her legs around him and felt his ass as he fucked her.

The room echoed with the sounds of their passion. Laura had never felt so good and she let him know with her moans and gasps until she could no longer resist the temptation;

“John….oh god oh god….FUCK ME! FUCK ME!” she yelled as her fingers dug into his muscular back.

It did the trick!

John groaned loudly and his dick exploded into her pussy making him collapse onto her. They were both breathing heavily, but holding each other close.

“Damn…th-th-that was fuckin’ wild!” He gasped

“I feel wonderful.” Laura replied adding in a kiss

No one had made her feel this good.

They dozed for awhile until Laura heard the door open downstairs.

“Laura, honey? You home?”

It was her Aunt Rose.

Laura tried not to disturb John as she quickly got out of bed and frantically looked for her robe, then remembered it was on the floor downstairs. She quickly found a t-shirt and some cutoff shorts and went back downstairs.

“Laura, what’s this doing here?” Rose asked as she held the robe Laura had been wearing earlier

“Oh, uh, it must’ve fallen when I was bringing laundry upstairs.” she quickly replied

Rose didn’t seem to believe her, but shook her head as she walked away. Laura breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly went back upstairs where John was starting to dress.

“Good, we need to get you out of here. I don’t think my Aunt would understand if she saw you here.” she said

“Uh, OK” he said “I can walk back to town.”

“No, no…um, let me see if I can borrow her car. Wait here.”

Laura crept back downstairs and spotted Rose’s car keys on a table by the door.

“I’m borrowing the car, Rose!” she yelled, then looked up at the top of the stairs where John stood waiting. She beckoned him with her hand and he dashed down the stairs and followed her out the door before Rose could reply.

She felt so naughty as they made their escape like outlaws, laughing amidst the dust kicked up as they headed down the main road in the old Cadillac convertible.

“You do this a lot?” John said laughingly

“Sometimes…” she replied, adding a naughty smile for effect.

Laura pulled off onto a side road that led to a wide open field. The Caddy thundered to a stop and they looked at each other. They immediately embraced and kissed deeply. She straddled his lap and pulled her shirt off, making his eyes widen as she pulled him in close and overwhelmed him with her tits. His hands were all over them again and she could feel a tingling in her crotch and hardness under his jeans. She threw her head back and let the wonderful feeling come over her.

John was loving it too, he reached for the door handle and they tumbled out of the Caddy. Still laughing, Laura saw John reach for the zipper of his jeans, she had an excited look on his face as his pants dropped and his hard dick was before her.

Dutifully she was on her knees, taking all of his manhood into her mouth. This was so much different than the times with Junior, this time she was ready and willing. She loved hearing John’s little groans and breaths as she sucked his dick, letting her tongue and lips go everywhere possible.

John pulled her to her feet and she promptly yanked off her pants as he kicked off his jeans. They embraced and his hands felt her ass. She loved the feel of his hands there, his hard dick poking at her pussy. Her moans and breaths were so erotic, so real.

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Chris Walker was nervous, his best college buddy, Kyle Lancaster had invited him to spend Spring Break with the Lancaster Family. His own parents were backpacking in Europe on their second honeymoon and Chris hated being alone in his house so he had taken the invite.

One look at the Lancaster homestead and he relaxed a little. It was wide, spacious, and had a meticulously manicured lawn. It was an inviting sort of place. Kyle had boasted about a pool and Jacuzzi, a fully stocked bar, a poor table, a big screen TV and hot neighbor girls. But even so he couldn’t shake the nervousness, he’d never lived with anyone, despite hating to be left alone; he didn’t even have a roommate at the University. A good part of him was excited and a little part was sad. This was his freshman year and he missed his parents, hometown and friends. He signed, oh well, Kyle was an awesome guy and he’d always have the summer to hang back home.

Kyle slapped him on the back and started up the front walk, “That drive was a bitch!” he exclaimed running a hand through his sandy hair and adjusting the duffle bag on his shoulder.

“You slept three fourths of the way.” Chris explained. Kyle sent him his most charming smile Chris just shook his head. “I hope we don’t wake anybody up.” Chris said looking at his watch it was almost 12:30.

“Nah! My sister is probably waiting up for me, my stepmom too. Dad is doubtlessly still at work, his hours are nuts.” They had reached the dark wood front door and Kyle slipped his key in the lock and swung open the massive thing. He called out and pair of sequels were lunched into the air.

“Kyle’s home, Kyle’s here!” The chandelier overhead flickered on and two figures came into view before Chris and Kyle.

The first woman was tall, a few inches shy of his 6’3″ frame; she had curly blonde hair that just touched the shoulders of her satiny blue robe. Which only came down to her knees, had wide sleeves and a dangerously low neckline. She wore it well for somebody he suspected in to be their early forties, stepmother for sure.

“You must be Christopher,” she said. “I’m Trisha, Kyle’s stepmom.” They shook hands and exchanged nice-to-meet-you’s .

“Thank you for having me here on such short notice, it was very kind of you.”

“Oh dear, its my pleasure really.” And to Chris’ surprise she gave him a hug. Her warm hair tickled his cheek and he could feel her hard nipples though the thin fabric. His chest constricted. He felt terrible for being turned on and stepped back, giving her a shy smile. She returned a seductive one.

“Chris! This is my sister Nadia, Nadia this is my buddy Chris.”

Chris turned his attention to the second figure, another woman. Woman? Chris had seen a picture of Kyle’s little sister Nadia, bouncing black curls and a sun burnt nose. The girl in the picture could not have been older then 7 or8. This Nadia could have been twenty! She was small, only about 5’5″ but she was luscious. Her straight dark hair, nearly black fell past her shoulders, right under a pair of full breasts, that were tantalizingly on display in a dark purple, spaghetti strap nightgown that had lace trim. It brushed mid-thigh and Chris gulped trying not to stare at her toned thighs and calves.

“Hi” she breathed, sooty lashes fluttering around the darkest blue eyes he’s ever seen. Darker then sapphire, a cobalt blue. His groin tightened.

“Hey.” He responded. She smiled, an angelic smile that made his heart lurch. He wanted to kill Kyle for not telling him, his sister wasn’t 8 she was 18 and the most incredibly sexy thing he’d ever seen!

By the time Chris was tucked into the guestroom bed he was totally hot. He had to strip to his boxer briefs and turn on the rooms small swivel fan. Tried as he might he could not get Nadia’s smile and body out of his head. Down the hall he heard Kyle snoring loudly. He knew Trisha had gone to bed right after introductions and he felt bad they’d kept her up. If only he could get to sleep. But he knew that was impossible. For not only was his room situated right across from Nadia’s she was still awake fethiye escort and toddling around in the bathroom. He could hear her every move. He heard the click of the light being shut off, the pad of her footsteps and the creak of the floorboards as she appeared in the crack of his door.

“Are you still up?” she asked softly.

He swallowed hard and forced out “Yeah.” It sounded like a squeak. She opened the door a little bit more and stood framed in moonlight at the entrance, hazy blue silhouetted every perfect curve.

Her hair had been pulled up and she threaded it though her fingers as she spoke, “We’re glad to have you.” She said, but Chris was transfixed at the sight of her bare shoulders and collarbone, OH! What he wouldn’t give to nibble and lick and-, “ummm sleep well.” she finished and was gone leaving the door slightly open.

Chris let out the breath he’s been holding. He watched as she entered her room, leaving the door cracked like his. The light was dimmer in her room, but as he watched she brushed the straps of her shoulders and let the gown flutter to the floor in a pile of silk. Air escaped his lungs painfully as she was clad only in a bare of lacy boy cut panties. He shut is eyes, horrified at his reaction to his friend’s sister’s slender back and delicious ass. He grabbed his throbbing erection and knew he wasn’t going to survive this Break.

The next day had gone by quickly. Trisha had made an excellent breakfast hustling around the kitchen like a domestic goddess even in her tight little shorts. He hadn’t seen her since though.

Kyle had invited two girls over, Samantha and Katie, for a swim during the afternoon. He was hitting on Samantha right now. Sam ignored him for the most part focusing more on her drink then Kyle. They were in the basement, and he was playing pool with Katie, who seemed unbelievably bored. She was there for his benefit since Sam and Kyle had a sort of history. But Chris couldn’t pay Katie any attention, and honestly she didn’t seem that interested either. Chris knew his reason was sitting in the den across from the pool table. He didn’t know what Katie’s was and didn’t really care.

He pocketed another ball closest to the den, Nadia looked up from her schoolwork at the impact. She’d been sitting there in her white summer dress for at least and hour and a half, sighing, writing, crossing her legs, tapping her pencil and driving him damn insane in the process. She smiled at him now and his half erect dick bobbed. From behind him Katie slammed her stick down.

“Fuck this dumb ass game.” She hissed, “I’m out.” And she left just like that.

Sam made an excuse and followed her out Kyle hot on her heels. Chris had watched the whole spectacle with amusement and relief. Nadia cleared her throat behind him. He hadn’t seen her leave the den. She was chalking Katie’s abandoned stick.

“Spoiled Sport” she commented. He nodded. She smiled leaning over, Chris sucked in a breath at the amount of cleavage she exposed, and knocked a ball into the pocket closest to him. It was a tough shot and he was impressed. He gestured to the table with an arched brow. “I play a mean game of pool.” She explained. “Are you up for it?”

“Yeah.” He said. Nadia killed him.

Chris was hot again; he’s spent the rest of the afternoon with Nadia, playing pool and cards and taking her to dinner since Trisha wasn’t home to make anything and Kyle was still chasing Sam. They’d had a nice evening, laughing and talking without awkward silences and or tension, and when they weren’t talking it was nice just being with her. He’d helped her with her homework and found out she wanted to be a photographer, and that she was dreading senior prom, since she didn’t have a boyfriend and thought the whole idea was ludicrous. He smiled, she was really fun to be around and so hard to resist, his smile dropped.

He could hear her in the bathroom like the night before, tinkering around; she ran the water briefly and something clinked with something else. When he heard the light being shut off, gebze escort his breathing quickened, say goodnight, say goodnight, say goodnight he chanted silently.

“Chris?” her voice was soft and his heart slammed into his chest she was right at his door peeping through the crack.

“Yeah.” He said.

“Can I come in?” she asked. He sat up abruptly. Letting the sheet fall from his bare chest. It pooled in his lap.

“Sure.” He said and the door opened, she slipped inside and left it cracked again. Moonlight came in though the window leaving abstract designs on her face. “I just wanted to thank you for hanging out with me today. It was really nice and I had a lot of fun.”

“It was my honor really.” He said. She smiled and came closer.

She opened her mouth to say something but licked her lips instead; “Are you naked?” the gruff in her voice made him shiver with lust. And the glistening trail of moisture her tongue had left on her bottom lip made his penis surge with blood. He NEEDED to kiss her, to feel her lips and to taste her.

“Uh.” He cleared his throat trying to force word, any words out. “No, I’m not.” He finally stammered.

Her eyes shut and she drifted, he jumped up, hoping the dark concealed his erection. “Are you okay?” He reached out to steady her, touched her forearm lightly, her skin was so soft and warm he almost groaned. She drifted a little off balance and put her hand on his chest for support. The small touch sent shivers down his spine and caused goose bumps to appear on his flesh. She sucked in her breath like it affected her too. “Nadia.” He nearly growled his voice was so rough with desire.

“Ummhmm?” She replied staring at his chest. “Can I kiss you?” Her face jerked up to his, lips parted in surprise and it was all he could take.

He found her lips, and he knew from the moment he touched them they were the sweetest he ever tasted. He kissed her gently at first then he sucked her plump bottom lip into his hungry mouth. She moaned in delight and fell into him making small noises as they kissed, he ate them. He ran his tongue along the seam of her lips and she opened without hesitation. He slipped his tongue inside, groaning as she kissed back. He ran his large hands along her arms, her sides and curves, then finally, her right breast. He cupped it and weighed it in his hand feeling the bump of her nipple in the center of his palm. He forced her against his chest were the other nipple abraded him through her nightgown, he wanted to devour her. Chris pinched the erect nipple in his hand lightly and Nadia cried out in his mouth shoving him away from her hard.

He lost his footing falling back into the still warm bed. She was on him quick as a cat. Shoving her tongue in his mouth touching him everywhere she had access. Across his chest, shoulders, neck and face, though his hair and even the sides of his thighs. Straddling him he took the opportunity to run his hands over her lush bottom that had tempted him only the night before and every second after that. He found it bare. He broke the kiss. Her silky mint green nightgown, the very same style as the one the night before, except even shorter with a small slit at the bottom was now bunched around her waist.

“Your not wearing panties.” He said huskily. Even in the dark her could see her blush.

“I-.” He kissed her hard, not caring for the reason only glad for it. He gripped her ass, running one hand along the plane of flat stomach and the other down until he found her swollen sex. Heat greeted his fingers and he cupped her hot mound. She made a noise somewhere between a moan and a purr.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet.” He ran a finger over her clit and teased her opening with his index finger. His fingers were soaked. Chris was amazed. This girl was sodden, for him, he couldn’t believe it. He shoved away the thought that this was Kyle’s sister, he didn’t give a shit anymore, he wanted her sooo badly. She took his ear lobe into his mouth, sucking gently.

“I need you.” she whispered breath caressing hotly. konyaaltı escort

He flipped her onto her back, smothering her with kisses as he pulled the hem of her gown over her head. She didn’t object. He tossed it aside and looked his fill. Her hair had not been pulled up and it lay disheveled around her shoulders. He brushed it behind her and licked a hot line up one breast, and over one hard puckered nipple. She threw her head back and let out a long sigh. He took it into his mouth and her legs wrapped around his hips. He ground himself into her automatically, her heat and juices soaking though his boxers beckoning him to enter her. He released her breast blowing on the tightened peak. She moaned, and whispered his name. He loved when she said his name. He ground into her again and she ground back whispering it again. He took her other breast into his mouth and gave it the same treatment. Letting one hand roam; letting his fingers slide in and out of her soft swollen lips. He circled her hard clit, thrust a finger deep until she cried out and he withdrew, giving her only teases. Not enough of what she craved.

She started to plead with him. Begging him and over.

“Please. Please. Please. I’m so close. So close.” He knew that yet he almost shot his load at her confession anyway. “Be in me pleassssse.” She said. He scooted loser dodging her hands that tried to get him back. He spread her legs wide, almost coming again at the sight of her open and willing and ready, sooooo ready.

He licked her molten core once and that was all it took. She cried out louder then ever before, shoving a pillow on her face to muffle herself as her body bucked wildly. If he didn’t get in her right now he was going to explode, he shoved of his boxers unleashing his rock hard cock, climbed up her body removed the pillow and looked down at her face, into her half-shut glazed over eyes.

And he was in love. There was nothing he could do, and nothing he wanted to do besides make love to her. His chest burned with it.

“I need you now.” He said, she licked her lips and nodded.

He kissed her sweetly letting her know with his mouth what he couldn’t say outright. The head of his dick pulsed at the opening of her dripping cunt and he was slowly getting covered in her juices. He slid just the head and it wasn’t enough, he impaled her slowly because she was incredibly tight, it couldn’t have been more then her second time. He took a deep breath and filled her completely, they yelled in unison as he hit her cervix. He started to pump her as soon as she got used to his size. Their breathing mingled as he fought for control. He could tell she was close again and he wanted her to cum. He shifted his hips and gave it to her slowly. She yelled his name. He thrust deep once and then slowed again not even giving her all of him. She cried out again, reached for his ass, but not quite making it because he was so much taller. Her nails bit into his lower back and he thrust deep again then went back to not giving. She called him a bastard and he laughed, her breath was coming so fast he knew she was dying; he nibbled on her collarbone, then on the side of her breast.

She came then racking his back with her nails and crying out, “Oh Goooood!”

He pushed him self all the way in feeling her muscles clench him tight. “I wont torture you anymore.” He said when she stop yelling and was breathing heavily.

“Don’t.” she said and he pounded into her, giving her everything as fast and as hard as he could, there was no stopping. Her hips met his on every thrust sending him deeper and deeper; he felt her come and he couldn’t hold back any longer. He came in a scolding rush, filling her like a cup as wave after wave of pleasure attacked their bodies. When he was drained, he collapsed on top of her, carefully as possible, their sweat made them stick together in all the right places, her boobs on his chest, her stomach on his, her thighs on his thighs.

The fan felt so good on his back, the breeze cooling his hot body. He withdrew from her, their juices drenching their thighs and groins and spooned behind her, the fan ruffled her hair. He wanted her again, in everyway he could think of, and he could think of many. He ran a possessive hand down the length of her body and she moaned for him. He pulled her close and she snuggled into the crook his body made for her and slept. This break was going to be memorable. He’d make sure.

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Lauren turned over in her sleep.

Soft, plush pillow, warm covers. And a warm body under her arm.

A warm body??

She jerked awake. It was dark and the room was cast in dark blues. Jack lay asleep next to her, breathing evenly. His long hair fell over his eyes. Lauren removed her hand from his chest and slowly brushed the lock of hair back.

His hand reached up and gripped hers tightly.

“Ah-“

“Oh.” Jack loosened his hold. He rubbed his other hand over his eyes. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know it was you.” Lauren blushed furiously at being caught. Silently she thanked the higher powers that were that he couldn’t see her properly in the dark. She pulled her hand away but he held on.

She could see a roguish smile on his face even in the shadows.

“Where’re you going, mm?” Jack tugged on her wrist lightly and she fell against him. Gasping, Lauren tried to right herself but her body came into contact with his. He looked deep into her eyes. His chest was bare against hers and she felt something stirring lower down.

“Um. I can’t stay.”

“Why not?”

“It was supposed to be a one-time thing, remember?” Lauren said almost-pleadingly.

“I guess. But why does it have to be?” Jack placed a hand on the small of her back, pressing her against him.

“Ah..What do you mean – It’s just not the sort of thing I do.”

“What sort of thing?” His hand caressed Lauren’s face gently and she stilled.

“Seeing..my kidnapper.” Jack leaned up and pressed his lips softly against hers.

“I can be just a man.” As he said so, he spread his thighs and bucked up slowly against Lauren. She leaned into him for a moment. Her mind caught up with her body soon after and she pulled away.

“I can’t. It’s just too. Difficult.” Lauren reached for her clothes on the floor and started pulling them on.

Jack watched her quietly. He sat up and turned the bed light on.

“What – don’t do that.” Lauren struggled with her dress.

“Do what? Turn on the light so I can watch you dress hurriedly?”

“Yes. That.” Lauren slid the straps in place. “Where in hell is my-“

“Looking for this?” Jack held up her black lace undies. She flushed furiously and made a snatch for it but he held vipsevgilim.com it out of her way. “You have to try harder, love.” Jack smiled. Lauren bit her lip and walked closer to him.

“Oh come on Jack don’t be childish.” She leaned in to grab her panties but Jack shifted it to his other hand and held it away. He laughed heartily at her desperate attempts. “Jack!”

He pulled her near with one arm and whispered in her ear.

“Say that once more.”

Lauren felt her breathing grow deeper.

“Say it like you did when I was inside you,” Jack moved his lips to the delicate shell of her ear. Lightly, he traced it with his lips and took her lobe into his mouth.

When Jack licked his tongue into her ear Lauren shivered and tried to pull back.

With one swift motion Jack turned her over and pressed his body onto hers.

Her arms held up against the bed, Lauren could feel Jack’s skin warm against her clothed body.

A wicked smile appeared on his face.

Raising himself off the bed he brought his hips closer to Lauren.

“I have something you seem to be lacking..” Jack held her down with one arm and used the other to draw her dress up between her legs. “Ah see here. You’re missing one piece of clothing.” He ran his hand up the skin of her inner thighs. “It simply won’t do for you to run around without underwear,” Jack said roughly, his face close to Lauren.

She breathed hard as he touched her deliberately.

He was naked above her and without meaning to she raked her eyes over his body. He was hard and primed to go.

“Oh you have naughty eyes for such a sweet lady,” Jack grinned. His fingers pressed into her moist lips and she gasped softly. “How sweet, I have to find out. Again.”

Lauren watched his dark-haired head move lower, between her legs. The muscles in her stomach trembled.

Jack kissed the soft dip in her belly, then looked up at her. His eyes were dark and a fire started in them. He rubbed his face slowly between her legs and Lauren moaned deep in her throat.

“I thought you had to leave,” Jack breathed. He brought his head down and drew his tongue over her musky wetness. Lauren arched against him. He smiled against her biristanbulmasali.com flesh and then curled his tongue over her clitoris.

Lauren fisted the blankets around her as she felt Jack’s tongue spear through her slick folds and sweep hard over her.

“Oh Jack,” her voice came out soft and husky, alien to her own ears.

“You taste so good,” he answered. When he looked up Lauren leaned down and pulled him up to her. The puzzled look in his eyes brought a smile to her face.

“What? You can’t be the only one having all the fun.” She turned him on his back and he let her, watching her movements all the while.

He was beautiful. His skin stretched taut over his lightly-ridged muscles, a fine smattering of hair on his chest and starting from his belly button.

Lauren looked at the evidence of Jack’s arousal.

He fidgeted.

“What..what are you looking at,” he muttered.

“Nothing. Just you.” Lauren smiled. “You made me stay so I have to return the favour of feeling uncomfortable. Although I doubt you’ll find this very uncomfortable.”

She leaned in and ran her tongue around the skin of his balls.

Jack shuddered and placed a hand in her hair. He looked down to see her eyes watching his, as she ran a moist tongue around the head of his rigid cock.

“You taste good, too,” she whispered, circling his hardness with her tongue before taking more of his length into her mouth.

Jack groaned and bucked up into the wet hold of her mouth. The pleasure that spread from her lips was exquisite. Lauren held his cock with one hand, slowly pumping him, while the other hand cupped his balls.

It was amazing. Her mouth wet and warm, gently sucking on his aching flesh while her hands rubbed over the sensitive skin between his thighs.

“Get up here.” Jack leaned down and pulled her up on her knees. With a single movement he got behind her and slid into her slick flesh.

Lauren gasped and arched back against him.

He slid one hand down between her legs and rubbed her clit as he sawed his cock in and out of her clutching pussy.

“Does that feel good,” he said against her ear.

“Yes,” she answered with choppy breaths, manitam.net “Yes, Jack,” her eyes fluttered as the sensations overwhelmed her.

Jack lifted himself higher on his knees and fucked her with short, hard strokes.

“Oh god,” Lauren moaned. He pumped in her, faster and faster. His hard cock sliding in and out of her sensitive flesh, his hand insistent on her knot of nerves.

“Come for me,” Jack whispered in Lauren’s ear. She trembled against him. As he said those words he fucked her faster and kept his fingers circling her clit. Then Lauren felt Jack insert his tongue into her ear and the sharp pleasure shot through her body. Crying out she came in shuddering convulsions. Jack leaned back and pounded hard into her. Faster, faster, once, twice, thrice.

He pulled out and came over her back.

Lauren blinked slowly as she came down from her sexual high. She heard Jack walk into the bathroom and re-emerge. He wiped a towel gently over her back and then pulled her close.

“Don’t leave me.”

Lauren looked at him.

“You know I have to. We can’t stay here together. I can’t stay with you, and we can’t do this again.” She sighed through her words.

“But why? I don’t understand – because your parents will object? We can run away, find another place all our own-“

“No it’s not just that, it’s the whole situation it’s just too fucked up don’t you see?” Lauren took the panties that had fallen and pulled them on. Jack stilled.

“The situation is fucked up,” he repeated. Lauren turned to look at him.

“Yes. It is. You kidnapped me and now you’re fucking me.” A strange look flickered over Jack’s face.

“Well. If you really are so against it I really can’t tell.” He searched for his clothes and started pulling them on as well. “As I recall you offered to return the favour at the warehouse,” a hardness came over his voice and features.

Lauren cringed at the memory. She reached out and gripped Jack’s arm. He looked at her emotionlessly. Before she could say anything he spoke first.

“I understand. You wouldn’t be with someone like me.”

He turned away and walked into the bathroom.

“Close the door on your way out.”

Lauren stood there, her hair dishevelled. She looked at Jack’s back as he shifted through clothes in the bathroom. An odd sadness came into her heart and filled her mouth.

“Goodbye Jack.” It came out as a whisper and she wasn’t sure if he heard it.

When she closed the door to his apartment Lauren felt something close inside her as well.

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The moment she got home, Indy took off her shirt. Going with just a bra was much more comfortable. She set her master playlist on shuffle and turned it up as loud as it could go. She texted Ethan before she set down her phone.

*I’m home, front door is unlocked ;)*

Seconds later, she got a response.

*On my way! cutie*

Grabbing a spoon, she spun around the kitchen and shouted and danced to the lyrics. She didn’t even hear the front door open.

She didn’t know he was there until he was behind her, hands bracketing her waist. Her voice broke off and she leaned back into his chest.

“Whatcha doing?” he murmured into her ear.

Indy smirked and said “enjoying myself. Messing around.”

Ethan’s hands tightened around her. The way her hips pushed back into his was not an accident.

“Mind if I mess around with you?” he asked.

She responded by pushing her ass back into him even more and tilting her head to expose more of her neck.

“Good girl,” Ethan whispered against her skin before grabbing a fistful of her hair. He pulled it so that she was turned the right way for him to kiss and suck and lick his way up her neck. He smiled when her breathing hitched.

When he met her lips she turned the rest of her body so that they were flush against each other. The kiss was needy and passionate. Indy swiped her tongue over his lips and put her arms around him. With one hand, he lightly dragged his nails across her back, making her shiver a little. He grabbed her ass with the other hand and pushed his growing erection against her.

The hand on her back drifted to her bra. Ethan skillfully undid the clasp like he had many times before and they stepped back from each other. She slid it off her arms and onto the floor. He smiled at the fading hickeys on her tits, thinking of last time they were alone. He had beautiful pictures of her chest covered in his cum and the fresh hickeys he’d given her.

They moved towards each other at the same time. Indy immediately reached for his cock while Ethan went for her tits. A small sound escaped her lips when he made contact with her nipples. He brushed his thumbs over them, and they quickly became hard from her arousal.

Indy was already having trouble focusing on stroking him through his shorts. She was getting impatient too. When he started to move to replace one of his hands with his mouth, she stopped him.

“Less clothing,” was all she said before she grabbed the bottom of Ethan’s shirt and discarded it. She went to remove his shorts but he was faster. He undid her button and zipper and pulled down her shorts. Indy was in nothing but a light blue thong.

“Perfect.” Ethan brought a hand down on her ass. She gasped at the unexpected flare of pain.

She didn’t meet his eyes when she whispered “harder.”

“What was that?” he asked, trailing a finger up her neck so she’d look at him.

“Harder,” she said louder.

He slapped her ass again, harder this time like how he knows she likes it. Indy moaned at the sting. She hoped there would be a handprint.

Ethan hooked his thumbs around the top of the flimsy thong and pulled them down around her ankles.

“Should we go somewhere more comfortable?” He gestured around the lara escort kitchen and family room.

“I don’t care,” she breathed. He shouldn’t have expected an actual answer.

Ethan placed a hand on her chest and guided her to the nearest wall. Once she was against it, he gathered her wrists in one hand and pinned them above her head. Indy pushed against his grip just so he would hold her tighter. He was very close to her, with one hand holding her wrists and the other lazily brushing her inner thigh. She squirmed at the teasing touches.

“You must be horny or something,” he muttered. He knew her body like the back of his hand. She was obviously horny.

“No. I’m not,” she said defEthantly.

“Don’t lie.” The hand on her thigh stopped moving and came to rest between them, but not quite touching her.

Her breathing was very deep and shaky. They stayed like that, neither willing to give up ground. Until Ethan couldn’t resist touching her.

Indy moaned at the contact.

“Seems like you’re horny to me.”

He ran a finger up and down her soaked pussy. He pushed one up inside her and she moaned louder. He pumped out in and out of her a few times before moving to her clit. She twitched. Ethan rubbed her until she was having trouble standing. He withdrew his hand.

“Nice and wet for me.” He held up his glistening finger for her to see. She blushed, but then nearly moaned at the sight of him sucking the wetness off of his finger.

All he gave her was a warning look before he picked her up. Ethan set her down on the edge of the table and gently pushed on her chest again. As she laid back, Ethan knelt on the floor and spread her legs. He held her thighs and gently ran his tongue all the way up her pussy. He did this a few times until he gave in and focused on her clit, making her moan loudly. He was incredibly skilled with his mouth, and Indy was close within minutes.

Ethan repositioned himself to finger her while continuing to go down on her. He was very satisfied with the way her thighs squeezed his head. He picked up the pace, and when her breathing stopped and her back arched he pushed his finger deep inside her. He didn’t stop licking her clit which made Indy twitch through her orgasm.

She sat up once he’d finished making her moan and twitch- for the time being anyway.

“Can I suck your cock?” She asked, already knowing his answer.

“Of course you can baby. You’re delicious by the way,” he winked and stood up.

Indy slid off the table and onto her knees. She pulled off his shorts and underwear in one motion, freeing his hard cock. She stroked him a few times and then licked the head of his cock, all without breaking eye contact. Ethan let out a low groan at the sight. She licked and sucked up and down his shaft and tasted precum on her tongue. When she had as much as his thick cock in her mouth as she could, she moved her tongue around, making him twitch and grab her shoulder for stability.

With his other hand, Ethan pulled her hair so she stopped and met his eyes.

“On all fours,” was his command.

She quickly moved over to the carpeted floor and waited for him to get behind her. He slapped her ass once before burying gebze escort his cock inside deep her with a slow thrust. Indy let out a moan at the familiar feeling of being full of his cock. He stayed still for a little, just enjoying the feeling of her tight pussy. But then she started wiggling her ass against him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He was amused. He slapped her ass again, smiling at the loud sound it made, as well as the small sound she made. Wrapping his hands around her tightly for emphasis, he told her “I’m the one who decides how we fuck.”

Ethan didn’t give her a chance to adjust to him moving inside her. He just fucked the shit out of her.

The moans and gasps coming from Indy were music to his ears. He glanced down at her hands, which were desperately trying to grab the carpet like she always did to his sheets.

He slowed down his pace just a little so he could grope and slap her gorgeous thighs. Her moans got louder.

He kept fucking her, and once he knew she was close he fucked her much harder. He knew she came by the way her breath shuddered and her body twitched.

Once she came down from her high, she pushed back into him in time with his slow thrusts. Her ass met him halfway. She couldn’t get enough of his cock.

Ethan couldn’t resist. He leaned over her body, pinching a nipple with one hand and rubbing her clit with the other. The sharp inhale and the way her body writhed under him were very telling. He kept moving his hips all the while, just enjoying the feeling of his cock inside of her tight pussy.

“Ethan-” was all she could get out before she was cut off by her own moans.

“What is it baby?”

“Can I ride you?”

Ethan sharply thrust his hips forward at that, making her whimper.

“Sure.”

He pulled back from her and she almost whined at the loss of him inside her.

He laid on his back and she was above him very quickly. Before she could lower herself onto his cock, he reached out a hand to her pussy. She was dripping wet. Her thighs were shaking on either side of him.

Withdrawing his hand, he let her slide down onto his cock. Fuck, she was wet. Indy put a hand on either side of his head and began to slowly move up and down on his cock. He had the perfect view of her tits, her blissed out face, and his cock sliding into her pussy.

He let her have her fun, then without warning he smacked her ass. She gasped.

“You’re so dirty for me Indy. I can hear how wet you are, just slowly fucking me.”

Just his voice made her pick up the pace.

“That’s it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Feel me deep inside you.”

His hands were on her waist now. Her tits were bouncing with how hard she was fucking herself on him.

“You feel so good baby. You’re so beautiful just riding my cock.”

She wouldn’t last much longer with him talking to get like this. Her moans were very high pitched.

“Cum for me.”

She squeezed the sides of his chest and quivered above him. He slammed her down on his cock, making her grind on him through her orgasm in those little circles. Her hips stopped moving, but then he pushed down on her shoulders, making them both groan with pleasure didim escort at the sensations.

Indy ground on him for a little longer, then they both knew they wanted a change. Ethan gestured back at the table.

He caught her in a kiss once she sat on the edge of the table. She pulled on his lower back, a silent demand for his cock. Instead, he slid his thick cock over her wet pussy. She moaned into his mouth. He moved his mouth to her neck and made her inhale sharply.

Indy wanted a turn, so she held his head in her hands. She licked her way up his neck and lightly pressed kisses to his jaw. She ran her tongue over his lower lip, but that’s when he became tired of playing games. His hips snapped forward and he was in her pussy with ease.

She moaned against his lips before laying back on the table. He moved slowly in and out of her. She was so tight and so wet for him. Being inside her was one of Ethan’s favorite places to be.

She mumbled something between moans.

“What was that?” Ethan asked.

“More,” was all she said.

He obliged. He fucked her and listened to her get louder. There was a ‘thank you’ in there somewhere.

“Do you like that baby?”

“Yes.”

“What am I doing that you like?”

The moment she started to answer he touched her clit, hard. She yelped and twitched.

He repeated the question.

Indy couldn’t answer. She was rendered speechless by the pleasure. He loved it when he could get her like this. As her moans kept rising in pitch he knew she was close. He slowed his hips and lightened the pressure on her clit, holding her just near the edge of her orgasm.

“You don’t get to cum until you answer the question.”

She whimpered.

She gathered herself and told him “Ethan I fucking love having you inside me. I love being full of your cock and having your hands and your body all over me. You feel so so good every time and I just want you to fuck me so I can cum all over your cock.”

He gave her what she wanted. She said his name as she came which only made him thrust harder.

She said after her orgasm, “I want to make you cum now.”

Her pussy was so tight after her four orgasms and felt incredible to him, but he knew how good her mouth would feel. They traded places, with Indy on her knees and Ethan leaning against the table for support.

She immediately sucked his cock into her mouth. She had one hand on the base and he let out a low moan when her other hand touched him elsewhere. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock and she looked up at him. It was incredibly hot: the eye contact, her mouth and hands on his cock, and her hickey covered tits.

He took the chance to gather a fistful of hair and pull her head down on his cock. He was so deep down her throat, and he accidentally twitched deeper when she started moving her tongue.

She pulled back to catch her breath and licked her lips, then smiled up at him. She continued to stroke his cock. When he asked, she gripped him tighter.

“Where are you gonna cum?” she asked Ethan innocently.

“Your face and your mouth.”

That answer made Indy pick up the pace. Her hands felt amazing on his cock. She did the whole length, then just the head. She knew he was close when his breathing changed and his eyes closed.

“I’m gonna cum,” he said before he grabbed his cock. She was still on her knees with her mouth open. He came into her mouth and on her cheeks and chin and face. Some even dribbled onto her tits. She swallowed what got into her mouth and wished it was more.

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The story evolves as does my husband. 1 more left in the series.

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Pulling into our driveway just past 2 a.m. I was feeling a little sheepish about stepping back into our home and seeing Mark. After meeting Ginger, Mark and I talked about this follow up night. It was a green light from him and I welcomed it, but we both really didn’t know how it would turn out with me going to visit her with the explicit intent of sex and without knowing what her situation was with her boyfriend. Still, in the weeks that had passed, I was locked into lust mode and Mark, it seemed, wanted nothing more than for me to explore it.

I walk into our home and found Mark on the couch with a sleepy look on his face. I was relieved for his smile and welcoming greeting. Our deal, as always, is that I share everything with him and so I asked if we could move into our bedroom where I could slip into something more comfortable. Even walking down the hall with him near me again I couldn’t tell if I was starting to get nervous or aroused over what I was about to tell him.

I looked in our mirror and was surprised how disheveled I looked. Drinks and sex for a few hours can do that to a girl I guess. My hair was matted and a mess, my makeup was streaked in places, and I’d long lost my panties and bra. From Mark though, his only comment was that I looked like I enjoyed myself. As I started to slowly undress and turn to him and said, “Oh I have had some fun. Do you want me to tell you about it all now?” Mark could only nod. With just my unbuttoned shirt open and my skirt still on I made my way to Mark and slid down his boxers to expose his stiffening cock.

“Ok,” I said, “but let’s remember, you gave me this freedom. This is something I went along with and sometimes you can’t control every turn of the wheel.” Slowly I began to stroke his dick. I felt so powerful at that moment like I had full control, which was the opposite of a night where I’d basically been used. I guess there’s a hierarchy I thought to myself. I was definitely becoming aroused again. With that I told him about the night. I told him how I went to Ginger’s house and we drank whiskey—which I never do. How my new friend is sweet, but also just plain trashy in every way. How I wanted to be with her from the first hello.

I told him that she took complete control over me. She decided when we were going to kiss, when and where we were going to get naked. She controlled everything and started calling me her slutty little cupcake. Her language became more and more vulgar and I was powerless to care about anything else except pleasing her. I told Mark about the way she commanded me to lick her pussy and then to even lick her anus. How she was giving me just the right amount encouragement kocaeli escort while degrading me as she was using me to get her off. I served her for the first hour at least.

Then she told me what a good learner I was and asked if I was ready to get fucked? Catching my breath, I told her to take me any way she wanted. With a hard smack on my ass she rolled off the bed and pulled a strap on harness with a life-like cock attached to it. Ginger started to assemble the harness on her and then told me she was ready to fuck me. She motioned me to approach her on the bed and when I crawled to her we kissed hard and passionately. I felt her lips and tongue, our breasts pressing against each other, and when she reached around me to pull my body into hers by firmly grabbing my ass checks I felt that large black phallic member lodge between my legs. Thrusting her hips I felt it slide over my pussy lips and I became so wanton. I was there begging for her to fuck me like a whore in heat.

By this time Mark’s cock was ready to explode. I had been rubbing his precum over his dick so it was slick and lubricated. He was silent this whole time with only slight moans to break up his nearly panting breath. For whatever reason I stopped touching him. Leaving him without relief. Backing away I stripped the rest of the way and laid on our bed. I began to rub my pussy and expose my hole to Mark. As he started to come to me for more involvement I stopped him cold. I told him I wasn’t finished and I would tell him when I was ready for him. Mark stopped as told and for a moment had a hurt look on his face but then simply asked me to tell him about what happened next. I promised to tell him the rest if he held off from his orgasm. He objected that that wasn’t fair and how he needed to cum just like I did. I told him I understood but I needed him to comply. What I didn’t tell him was that I knew what else happened and I wanted him as horny as possible when he heard about it. With a slight pout Mark complied.

I picked up by telling Mark that I had gone to all fours with Ginger and her strap on pounding me from behind. She kept telling me to take it or ride it or something about how she was loving what a good girl I was with her dick in me. I was dizzy from it all and then I heard someone come into the room. Naturally I jumped out of bed and searched for a way to cover my body when I saw a husky man standing there in the room.

Ginger jumped up as well and went to this stranger and kissed him with a welcoming “Hi hon, glad you’re back greeting.” She introduced me to him as Robbie her boyfriend. I was having a hard time processing it all, but she reminded me by saying “don’t you remember kuşadası escort when I told you my boyfriend would like me fucking you? Don’t worry, Robbie will behave and respect that this is our time, right Robbie?” He started to get undress and said “it’s nice to meet you and yes, I’ll sit in the corner here as you two finish with whatever was going on here. I’ll be as good of a boy as you want me to be, but the way I see it is if you’re fucking my girl then at least I get to watch.” With that he let his semi hard cock pop out as he sat down in a chair a few feet from the bed.

I was flushed with mixed feelings and confused by this startling set of exchanges. But I still hadn’t cum. I wanted more but didn’t know what to do. Ginger solved all of that for me when she came over to me, kissed me hard and told me she wasn’t done with me. She needed to see me cum and told me how beautiful I had been so far tonight. I felt so good with her. I felt so wanted. I felt like I wanted to please her just like she was asking me to do. She sat first back on the bed and then laid on her back. Holding my hand she pulled me onto her and asked me to ride her. I was more than happy to do just that. I pulled a knee up to give her access and then lined up her dick and slid onto it. I held it in me for a moment. It was hard and without a give that you get with a real cock, but as I started pumping up and down it felt perfect.

She returned to her verbal self in quick order. Telling me how good I was as both a pussy licker and now she could see how I liked to take cock too. Then she started to bring Robbie into the conversation. She’d ask “Robbie, do you see this? Do you see what a hot MILF we have to play with? You see how much she wants it, right?” She went on for not too much longer when Robbie stood up and moved to the edge of the bed.

Mark gasped at this moment in the recap. He looked like he might cum without touching himself and I was starting to see little beads of sweat on his brow. Continuing I told him about Robbie, because it was the first time I got a good look at him. There two feet from me I got a good look at this stripper’s boyfriend. I told Mark he was different than you. You’re fit and handsome and I love you as you are, but Robbie was built bigger. Muscular but with a bit of a belly. Mark asked me about his dick, which at that moment I thought was a funny question. But in the spirit of openness I told him that I saw Robbie’s large muscular hand wrapped around a really fat cock. Maybe another inch fatter than Mark’s but not much longer.

I told Mark that Robbie put his dick on Ginger’s head and told her to open her mouth. She leaned back her head and he ran that dick all marmaris escort the way to the hilt down her throat. Robbie started pumping his cock down her gullet while watching me ride her strap on. Since she was silenced Robbie took over the verbal duties, but in a different way. He started telling me that it looked like I was a good whore and that he knew I liked dick. He asked me if I liked his dick. I nodded my approval. He asked me if my husband knew he would be around. I nodded yes. He told me that he knew it all already. Just then he pulled out of Ginger’s gasping precum slathered mouth hole and started to pump his own cock. He went on to say he’s fucked good girls with cuck husbands before. He doesn’t make love, he fills their cunts with a hard fucking and his seed. Looking down at Ginger he asked ‘isn’t that right honey”, to which she couldn’t answer as she was licking his balls.

That thought hadn’t occurred to me. I was just playing some with a girl and my husband was ok with it as a fantasy. But here I was, after being a sub to a stripper, now being fucked by her strap on with her big cock boyfriend basically telling me he was going to fuck me and my husband was going to be accepting of it. I think I started to blackout then. The orgasm had me lose total control and after waves of pleasure so intense it almost hurt I collapsed on top of Ginger’s body.

“That’s right girl. That’s how they all finish up” Ginger said to me. Then I noticed how close I was to Robbie now that I’d collapsed on Ginger. It only took another moment and Robbie warned us to get ready. He started pumping cum on us. Gobs of juice landed on our faces and hair and tits. Just about everywhere and Ginger began to kiss me and lick his seed off of me. Recovering for a moment Robbie chuckled and said, “that’s right. This time you girls clean up, but next time I’ll plant some seed for you to take back to him with.”

I turned to Mark and said, “I didn’t touch him. I didn’t cross the line you and I agreed to, but by circumstance I’m sure I’ve got some sticky spots left on me and these matted hair spots are because of his cum. I never thought about it, but I want to know if there’s truth to what Robbie said. How do you feel about another man using your wife?” Mark didn’t say a word. Instead he came over to me and started to kiss me. Kissing my lips at first and then kissing and licking my neck and body. He was searching for those salty spots and enjoying it just as much as me. I told him to fuck me. I wanted to cum again. Mark slid his cock into my loose and wet hole and as he was pumping he buried his face in the cum soak parts of my hair and kept telling me how hot I was. It didn’t take long for him to unload in me. In fact, I hadn’t finished myself and told him such. Then, my devious mind clicked and I told him he had to make sure I came. I motioned his head down to my freshly fill pussy and somewhere between me rubbing my clit on his face and him cleaning out his creampie I came hard once again. I told him it was going to be good practice for him and with that I rolled over for some sleep.

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The sound of you flipping through all the snow filled channels is getting on my nerves.

For the last several hours, you have gone from watching fuzzy outlines of statewide maps to complete static on the screen. I can tell you are getting more and more worked up about our situation. While it so sweet you care about my safety, I really wish you would understand that we will be fine! I showed you the full pantry… and we have checked the backup generator several times to make sure it will function properly. We have enough LP gas to run the stupid thing from now until New Year’s Eave for crying out loud! All your planning last summer to insulate the pipes will keep the little buggers warm and toasty in the basement so you don’t need to worry about them freezing, and yet here you are: continuing to flip… flip… flip through each channel trying to get a brief glimpse of a weather map showing you what we both already know: It is snowing. It is snowing A LOT. Nope… we won’t be going anywhere anytime soon.

As you once again curse the TV and fiddle with connections in the back, I take a deep breath and rest my chin on the soft leather of our couch in our bay window overlooking Whitefish Lake. All of your years of hard work have paid off and we decided to purchase the land and build our dream cabin here.

How you ever got the land permits is beyond me. You toiled for months to make our dream a reality. This place has it all… a mountain railroad out back, an airport nearby, and complete isolation from the outside world – save for a few boating enthusiasts that glide by on the crystal clear water during the summer.

I smile and glance back over to you hunched over the TV, and I can tell your temper is flaring up. Years ago you swore that you would control your temper, but at times like this you are tested. That same laser like focus that enabled us to have a gorgeous place like this, is now going to ruin our alone time together. I know your main concern is about my safety, but this has to stop.

I glance once more out to the fat snowflakes falling down, and guess that we have at least 2 feet of snow so far. The opposite side of the lake has not been visible for quite some time now, and what little sunlight is present is fading fast. I dip my finger in my glass of wine and let the drop of tart liquid fall on my extended tongue. Had you been watching, I know it would have gotten your attention. But no… you are too worried.

I decide to get up and I walk barefoot across the hardwood floor that is heated from below. The warm organic feel beneath my feet is quite the contrast from the blizzard like view I just left. I turn right at the edge of the open kitchen and walk down the long hallway to our bedroom. Passing by the bathroom that I personally designed, I can smell the warm vanilla sugar candles that have been burning for the last several hours.

After several more soft steps I enter our Master Bedroom. The high ceilings and indirect lighting make it feel like a cathedral. I suppose it is a cathedral of sorts. You have always worshipped me and my body since we met so many years ago. This room is just another extension of your passion for me. I reach out and run my fingers along the thick Egyptian cotton comforter on our bed as I go over to my walk in closet. As the doors open to greet me, the scent of cherry wood and lavender fill my nostrils. The soft lighting in the closet display countless items of fine clothing you have purchased for me. Everything is here: from the most wholesome Easter dresses, all the way down to the most sultry corset ensembles that would make a stripper blush. I have worn them all for you, and I look damn good in them all. Tonight however, I have something you know nothing about. I take several steps back into the darkened corner and pull out a box that has a large bow made of thick cloth. I take the box back to our bed and place it carefully within easy reach.

I hear another string of profanities leave your mouth as your tension level rises with the intensity of the storm. I will have to teach that mouth of yours a lesson! I quietly snick the door shut and walk over to our bathroom and turn on the hot water. As steam begins to fill the room, I slowly disrobe and take note of myself in the full length mirror.

While I am no longer a girl by any means, I know you love each and every curve of my womanly figure. The difficult years of our marriage are behind us, and they have taken their toll. A few silver strands in my dark mane of hair attest to our struggles, but you always tell me they are what you love most about my hair. Sometimes when you are relaxed you spread my hair out over the bed and cross your eyes as you gaze upon it like it is some sort of lost treasure. It took me years to understand how you look at me like that, but now… through it all I have learned that deep inside my heart and soul lies your treasure… and it is me.

As hot steam envelopes me, I turn to the side so I can admire my long muscular legs. I have worked izmit escort tirelessly for years to get my ‘young bride’ figure back, and I must say I look damn good. My breasts are heavy and hang just right, my belly is flat with just the right amount of softness for you to lay your head on after we make love. I slowly run my fingers across my nipples and make them stand out for you. You have always been fascinated with them, and I love how you lose all modes of thought when I play with them.

I turn all the way around and look at my ass. It’s not as small as I would like, but you don’t seem to mind. In fact you keep begging me NOT to lose it. I playfully smack my own ass and watch it jiggle in the mirror. The things I do for love! I giggle and proceed to make myself squeaky clean for you.

After my shower I dry off and walk out naked into our expansive room.

The soft light outdoors is nearly gone and the white scenery has been replaced by a bluish cold hue that sends a tingle up my spine. I look down and open the box, smiling at its contents. I pull out each individual piece of clothing and begin to put it on. I know you are a fan of steampunk, and tonight I am going to be your ultimate steampunk fantasy. I string on the white garters and fasten them under my leather vest which lifts my ample cleavage up and out. Even I am impressed with my size, and I know you will soon forget all about this silly snowstorm.

I complete the outfit with a white skirt that hangs loosely on my hips and shows off my taught thighs beneath. As I regard myself in the mirror I almost have pity on you. You are not going to know what hit you when I walk out into the room and show you my goods. As I pack up the box something heavy falls to the floor. I smile as I bend over and look up at myself in the mirror. This riding crop might come in handy if you don’t behave!

I walk out of our bedroom and back up the long hallway to the living room where you are intently staring at the snow on the TV screen. The wind outside is howling, but our home is nice and warm thanks to the huge fireplace and boiler system you insisted on installing for dealing with the weather in the mountains.

I coyly lean against the door opening and lift my arms above my head in a fake stretch. Even with all the reflections in the dark windows you do not notice me. I clear my throat noisily – and you STILL don’t notice.

Anger builds inside me, and the flood of emotion stokes my passion for you. I reach across the thin material of my white bodice and start to stroke my nipples… making them hard so they stand out from my shirt. I once again clear my throat, and you ask me if I am ok without even looking over your shoulder.

The woman of your dreams is practically throwing herself at you and you don’t even bother to turn around and see! Another flame of passion washes over me and I take 3 long steps across the hardwood floor and whack your bottom hard with my riding crop. You jump in surprise and hit your head on the bottom of the banister that is above the TV. It must weigh hundreds of pounds, but even so it seems to jump with the impact of your head.

You spin around in anger asking me what the heck I did that for, and your words get caught in your mouth like a train wreck. They pile up and fall off the tracks as your mouth hangs open while you stare at me.

Now that I have your full attention I give you my best pouty lip and ask if your head is ok. You are rubbing it furiously but your anger at my outburst has completely disappeared as you stare at my hardening nipples. I take your head gently in both of my hands and tilt your head down so I can look at your boo boo. I arch my back so my breasts lift up to your eyes. I know you are staring at them, and I know you are mentally peeling off my clothes. The feeling of having my man of many years still in total awe of my body is like a drug… and I can’t get enough.

I feel your hands running up side from my hips to my chest and I know you so badly want to feel my breasts. My breath quickens under your touch. Your fingers catch on each of the leather buckles of my corset and you try to stammer out words of admiration for my new look. Just as your hands reach the bottom of my breasts I quickly turn away and look at you over my shoulder. My long hair hide half of my face, but you clearly see the ‘come hither’ look I am giving you.

I slowly walk over to the picture window taking in my reflection as I lead you like a puppy dog. I pretend to look out into the darkness at the raging snowstorm and ask you a few meaningless questions about how much snow we will get. I know that I totally have you wrapped around my finger when you don’t even manage to produce an answer. Instead you are slowly wrapping your strong arms around my waist and breathing in the scent of my hair.

You always have had a weakness for my long hair and over the years I have taken exquisite care of it. You always used to say ‘spare no bodrum escort expense’ and I took you at your word. Now you are like helpless bug caught in my web as you stand there pressing your hips against my bottom while burying your nose in my luscious mane.

I push my bottom out to meet your hips, and I slowly start to sway back and forth as I take your powerful hands in mine. I can feel you tense as I create the perfect amount of friction between us. I take another look outside to the fat snowflakes visible in the light of the window, and I ask once again how much snow you think we will get.

This time you actually murmur something into my neck but I can’t tell what you said. I do know exactly what you are thinking however, because I feel the familiar bulge in your pants that is growing larger by the second.

I break contact with you for just a second, and listen to your tepid whine. You poor baby! I reassure you I am not going anywhere as I plant my tight ass cheeks directly on either side of your manhood and grind myself into you.

The moan that leaves your lips goes straight into my neck and down my spine straight into my pussy. Your arms clamp down on me tightly as I continue to sway back and forth. I can feel your hand once again tracing up my ribs on the way to my breasts which are about to burst from not being touched yet. I tell you to be a good boy and guide your hand back down to my hips, and I turn to kiss you gently. You growl in frustration and I smile from ear to ear. I tell you an old proverb about good things happening to those who wait and you growl even more.

I break away entirely to take you in from head to toe. My my… you need some work. You are standing there with your classic superhero t-shirt I bought you last Christmas, and it is not centered on your body thanks to your constant fussing with the TV. I trace down your belly and then act surprised when I see your flannel pajama bottoms sticking out thanks to your impressive tent pole.

I ask what that’s all about, and you just give me that smile that drives me wild. As we play our little game, the sparkle in your eye is what I live for. I ask if you like what you see, as I cock my hips to the side and place my hands on them. I turn from side to side giving you a good view of everything and you react with each move I make as I present myself to you.

I tell you all about how it is steam punk and when I bought it this fall, but you are not truly listening. You are totally focused on my cleavage and my nipples that are desperately trying to poke through the cloth covering them. Naughty boy! Just as you are once again about to reach out and grab hold of your prizes, I bring my riding crop up under your chin until we make eye contact. I tell you to behave and listen to me… and you willingly obey. Once I am convinced you are worthy once again I lower my riding crop and tell you I would like a drink.

I giggle inside as I take my seat back on my favorite couch, and I watch your cute little butt run off to the kitchen. You are still sporting a massive erection that is leading your way as you leave the room. I am so flattered that after all these years of marriage you still are like a grade school boy seeing his first nudie magazine. I bet I could give you an orgasm just by whispering in your ear, and I resolve that sometime I will do just that.

My contemplative mood is broken as you are suddenly standing beside me with drinks in hand and sadly, my little soldier in your pants is starting to fade away. We can’t have that! I know you love the tease, so I slowly lean across the couch and create an enormous amount of tension in the fabric covering my breasts. I know that I am showing off almost everything just above my nipples by the fact that your eyes almost pop out of your skull. As you stare, I plant a long noisy kiss right onto the little solider who springs up from his nap. I look up at you and give my sexiest smile, and tell you not to spill the drinks on the floor. You obey me… barely.

I take my drink from your hand and sit back demurely on the couch and pat the seat next to me. You sit down abruptly and once again nearly spill my drink. You poor thing… you so desperately want to see my breasts don’t you? I tell you to listen carefully as I give you the instructions needed to have proper clearance for accessing my glorious mounds of flesh.

I tell you to go take a shower and get cleaned up. Then you need to put those boxers on that I am such a fan of. Then you need to sit in the easy chair directly across from me no matter how badly you want to do otherwise. I ask if you understand as I gracefully place my wineglass on the table next to me.

You nod your head and I give you a show to die for as I place my hands on either side of my breasts and squeeze them up and to the center for you. Just when I think you can’t take any more, I bring my long manicured nails up to my nipples and gently pull on each one. I instruct alanya escort you to go, and you obey once more.

As you stand to leave, you jerk slightly down as your erection is caught in your pant leg. I give you my best pout and motion you off to the bedroom to get cleaned up. I watch you leave the room and smile above my wine glass as I take a long sultry sip.

Once I am sure the shower is running and you cannot hear anything I flip the TV over from the antenna to the media server, and I pull up one of our favorite porn movies. The plot is thin, and the acting is horrible, but the imagery gets me going and I know it does for you too.

Tonight however you are going to get a double dose. I watch the screen as two women passionately kiss each other. Watching the women kiss and fondle their breasts begins to turn me on. The soft music and the moans of passion heat up the room as I watch. I spread my legs in a most slutty fashion and begin to gently rub myself from side to side.

When you come back into the room and see this you will probably cum in your plants right then and there. As the two women continue to caress each other I tilt my head back and feel the weight of my hair fall off the side of the couch armrest. The sensation between my legs is building and I need you inside me in the worst possible way. I re-position myself in a comfortable corner and look down once again at the screen where a young boy has joined the two women. He is much more slender than you, and not nearly as muscular. He does however have a long cock and the two girls are working furiously on it.

I watch as one tries to take the boy’s length into her mouth while the other girl licks his balls. Instinctively my mouth opens and I place my free hand’s index finger in my mouth as imagine it is your cock. I am totally turned on now, and want to cum, but I recompose myself when I hear the shower turn off.

I keep the volume on as I hear your bare feet pad up the hallway into the living room. I still have my legs spread wide, and I am still rubbing myself as I see you come into view. The look on your face is priceless. You are completely stunned. I can tell you are a mix of emotions ranging from wanting to laugh, and to wanting to fuck.

I raise my eyebrows at you and motion towards the seat across from me, and you obey without much hesitation. As you sit, I catch a glimpse of your cock through the opening at the front of your boxers. I can just imagine how it will feel sliding down the back of my throat. The veins on its side pulsing with each of your powerful heat beats… the quiver of your legs as I take your entire thick length down my throat…

I realize that my masturbation is about to make me cum as I fantasize about your cock and I once again make eye contact with you. You are staring at me, and don’t even care about the movie on the screen beside you. You are totally 100% enthralled with me, and I know I deserve it.

I take my long pointed tongue and trace the outline of my upper lip as I continue to rub my pussy. I close my eyes and can feel your eyes burning like lasers on my hand as I furiously work my clit to a near climax. When I regard you once again you are starting to stand up, and I scold you for being naughty. I tell you to watch the movie and you sheepishly turn your head to the screen.

The two girls are still kissing each other but the young stud is furiously pounding the girl closest to him. His cock disappears into her pussy and his ball slap her clit with impressive force. All 3 of them are screaming in passion now, and it creates a need for me to trace the outline of my erect nipple through my shirt. You are still looking at the screen as I clear my throat, and your head snaps to attention at my beckoning.

Your eyes go wide as I track around and around my nipples one at a time. I slowly pull my shirt lose from the leather corset below and show you the bottom of my bare breasts just below my nipples. You once again try to stand, and I lower my shirt back down completely covering my breasts. You poor thing! I am being so mean, but I know you love it!

Once you are fully seated like a good boy, I lift the shirt completely over my breasts exposing them to the room and any woodland creatures outside who may be trying to find shelter from the raging snowstorm outside. The feeling of the hard leather against my soft flesh makes me feel empowered. Tonight I am in control of you in every way possible.

I look back at the TV to see the young stud pull his glistening cock from the pussy of one of the girls, and then they both quickly kneel before him. He frantically works his long cock up and down in nearly a blur, until he freezes and begins to jet ropes of sperm across their willing faces. Their outstretched tongues are covered with the sticky goo, and it drips down to their breasts. I know you are a huge fan of cumshots, but you can’t stop staring at my breast and my pussy as I continue to keep myself on the cusp of an orgasm.

The site of the girls kissing with their faces covered in sperm pushes me over the edge and I motion for you to come forward. Before you can even stand, my body begins to shudder as my fingers work their magic on my pussy, and I cum for the first time of the night. I close my eyes as the wave of passion wash over me one after another.

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My unofficial job title is towel lady. Not very glamorous, but it pays the bills. I just started at LA Fitness this week. The best part of my job is stocking the towels in the men’s locker room.

I work with a lot of middle-aged Mexican women. They all dress in the same thing, loose fitting white pants and a white smock. Well this Colombian towel lady is changing things up. I’m wearing white denim shorts and a white, very fitted v-neck t-shirt. My 40C breasts are straining against my shirt. My bra has just enough padding to push them up and together to form some nice cleavage. I know the other ladies don’t like the way I dress but I don’t like the way they dress either so we’re even.

You just finished your workout and are in the shower when I get into the locker room. I’ve been distracted by a guy that’s trying to pick me up and won’t take no for an answer. I finally convince him that he has no chance and he walks away dejected.

I turn with my arms full of towels and walk to the rack to put them up. As I’m putting the towels away you walk up to me dripping wet, butt naked and take a towel from the stack in my arms. I have seen lots of wet, naked men since I started working here but there is something about you that just stops me in my tracks. It could be the muscular chest and arms, the rock hard legs. But what I think catches my eye is the huge cock swinging between your legs. I can’t help myself, I’m staring at the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. As I bite down on my lip you hear me moaning.

You see that I’m liking what I see. “Put the towels up and follow me.” you say. I put them fethiye escort on the rack and follow you into the back room. “What’s your name?”

“Esmeralda Villalobos.”

“Esmeralda? That’s a very exotic name. I like it. I’m Donald.” I just can’t stop looking at your cock. “Do you like this?” you ask as you stroke your shaft.

“Si.”

“Do you want it?”

“Si.”

You stand in front of me and put your hands on my breasts. You slip your hands in my bra and roll my nipples in your fingers. You can feel my heart beating fast. I reach out and take your cock in my hands. You kiss my cleavage and pull one of my breasts out of my bra to suck my nipple.

As you play with my breasts I stroke your cock and it starts getting hard. We both are breathing harder. You reach down and unzip my shorts. They are tight enough that you have to tug on them to get them over my hips. You take the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head. You step back and look at me. “Esmeralda, you have a very sexy body.” I feel my face get warm from the blush spreading over it.

Your cock is throbbing against your stomach. You pull me to you and kiss me hard. My tongue finds its way into your mouth. You drop one hand down to my crotch and you start rubbing my clit through my panties. They are already wet. I’m moaning loudly and the only thing that keeps anyone from hearing me are the washing machines in the room. I reach for your cock again. I want to suck your magnificent member but when I try to kneel in front of you you pull me up. “Not yet Esmeralda.”

You gebze escort pull my panties off, pick me up and set me on the edge of one of the washers. You spread my legs and look at my wet pussy. You slip 2 fingers inside me. I close my eyes and bite my lip. Your fingers slide in and out of my wet, tight pussy. The washer is in the spin cycle and I can feel the vibration in my pussy. I’m getting wetter.

As the fingers of one hand slide in and out of my pussy, you are rubbing my clit with the other. I throw my head back and cry out, “Ay Dios Mio! Donald I’m cuming!” Your fingers are moving in and out faster and harder and my clit is a hard button under your touch. I let out one last moan and you feel my pussy tighten on your fingers as I cum.

I slide off the washer and stand in front of you. I put my arms around you and pull you close to me. I can feel your enormous cock pressing against me. We kiss roughly and I press harder against your cock, rubbing it between your stomach and mine.

“Now Esmeralda, now you can suck it.” I kneel on a stack of towels in front of you. At first I just kneel there and look at your cock.

I look up at you and smile. “It is so big Don, I’m not sure I can take it all but I’ll do my best.”

“That’s all I can ask.”

I lean in and lick you from base to tip. “Mmmm.” My hand grips the base of your throbbing member as my lips part and slide over your cock. As my mouth moves down on your shaft, my hand moves up. I try to go slowly but I have never had such a big cock in my mouth and konyaaltı escort I am very excited. I have one hand on your cock and the other is caressing your ass.

You have your balls in one hand, gently massaging them as I suck you faster and faster. You thrust your cock deep into my mouth. As I’m sucking you I am moaning. I feel like I could cum again without any stimulation to my pussy or clit. You hold my head as you growl and moan. I glance up at you and your eyes are closed and you are playing with my hair. You grip my shoulder with one hand and let out a loud grunt as you shove your cock down my throat and cum.

Just as you pull your cock out of my mouth there is a noise from the doorway. We both look and see one of the other ladies turning around and walking out of the room. I look at you and wink.

Your cock is still hard and throbbing. You help me up then turn me around. You bend me over the counter and slam your cock into my pussy. “I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before Esmeralda. Does that sound good to you?”

“Oh yes, Donald, fuck me!” Your cock is almost too big for me, almost but not quite. With each slam of your cock into me I moan, louder and louder.

You fuck me harder and faster. You weave your hands into my hair and pull my head back and kiss my neck. “I’m going to cum in your sweet, tight pussy.” I can feel your body tense.

“I’m ready Donald. I’m ready to have you shoot your hot love juices into me.” You thrust deep into me one last time and your body quivers against mine as we cum together.

I turn around and put my arms around your neck. “I think I might like this towel lady job.” I kiss you passionately. You tell me you need to take another shower now and ask if I want to join you. So off we go to lather each other up in the shower. I have appointed myself your personal towel girl. Three times a week I have a new, clean towel waiting for you in the back room.

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“What do you see?” Tasmin asked. Always that question, their little game. The question that she and she alone would be allowed to ask.

In the darkness, she asked him. When the night had fallen and the curtains were closed. When no light seeped in, not even the faintest of difference between shadow and deeper shadow were visible in those late hours, when the brain readjust and the natural night vision takes over. This was complete and utter darkness. But not of the scary kind, that makes you wonder what horrors lies hidden. No, this was the chosen darkness in the safety and privacy of his home, where no dangers loomed and he, Joel, was in control. His home, his bed, her chosen darkness.

In that darkness, they were equal. No that was wrong. In darkness, he was miles ahead of her. That was their game, darkness, and what he could see.

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“Blind? What do you mean he is blind?”

Tina could be like that sometimes. They had been best friends since kindergarten, and they still, trough adolescence, teenage years and growing into full blooming women, shared all things that mattered with each other. Whenever there was a new crush in the hemisphere, trouble in their families, hopes, dreams or love on the agenda, they turned to each other. When it came to boys, and later, when the teenage years was left behind them, men, Tina had always been the wild one. She made out with guys before Tasmin, from her strict patriarchal family background, even knew quite what that meant. Tina went on with breaking far more young hearts than Tasmin, wearing the more revealing outfits, letting the boys go further, and finally winning the race towards the lost virginity with over a year.

Now however, Tina was the shocked one.

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe I mean that he’s blind?” Tasmin replied.

“You’re really serious? You mean, sunglasses, white cane, Stevie Wonder kind of blind?”

“Is there any other kind? Well, he doesn’t use any cane. He has Hillay.”

“Wife?”

“Dog. Named after Clinton. They are both real bitches sometimes, and have some experience in leading around helpless men.”

The coffeshop was almost empty, the place was large, and little secluded niches gave them pretty good privacy. This was where Tamin and Tina always went to discuss matters like this. Tina peered at her best friend over the foam of her grande latte with a suspicious glare.

“You know this film? With Val Kilmer, and whatshernamenowagain… Mira something…”

“Sovrino?” Tasmin replied. “Blind guy, career woman, mushy romance, miracle operation…”

“That’s the one!”

“Never saw it.” Tasmin said and took a sip. It was something called a moccachino this time. It tasted like cocoa with one drop of coffee in it for good measures. “I don’t like Val Kilmer. A refridgerator can act better than that guy.”

“Who cares if he can act? He can poke me with his cane any time. But why are we talking about that? We should talk about you now. Tasmin, are you sure about this? I mean the guy is handicapped! Do you know what you are getting yourself into?”

“Oh, come on! He is a perfectly normal guy! Blind people live quite regular lives these days you know.”

“All right, all right. So, tell me all about it. Who is this wonder boy?”

“His name,” Tasmin said, with a content little sigh. “is Joel.”

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She sat there, naked, on her knees, in the middle of the bed. Her hands resting on her thighs, her back straight, attentive, and her lips parted in apprehensive breathing. Her eyes were open, stared out into complete darkness. She could feel him shift around, moving beside and behind her. She repeated the question.

“Joel, what do you see?”

Then, a hand brushed past her shoulder, came to rest on her back, and instantly began to slide, ever so slow, lara escort with the sweet sensation on skin against skin, up towards her neck.

“I see you.” came the reply, and as the hand slided up to the fallen locks a feet below her shoulders, “I see your hair.” Fingers played with the edges of her long, wavy hair. “It’s different. More airy. Lighter. What have you done with it?”

“It’s a new shampoo. Makes it fluffier. Do you like it?”

“I love it. It…looks bigger.”

“Very good. What else do you see?”

Five fingers lingered on her back while five other reached her shoulder, and over to her neck, ticking fingertips down front to her slowly heaving chest.

“You’re tense, Min.” Joel said. “I see your shoulders crouch, and your neck, it’s strained.”

Of course she was tense. She was strung like a bow, not wanting to end the game, wanting this tender torture to go on in darkness forever. And still knowing what lay ahead, longing for it with every bone in her body.

“I’m sorry…” she started, but was interrupted by his amused voice.

“Don’t apologise. Don’t be sorry. I’ll take care of that, soon. Now, don’t move. I’m not done looking at you.”

She stayed still. It was hard not to move, not to extend her own arms in search of shape, skin, him. But somehow she managed, and his fingers moved on. One hand slided down into the valley between her breasts, and the other followed the same path down along her spine. It soon caught up with a trickling bead of sweat, and Joel stopped.

“I see you glitter.” he murmured. She felt his mouth on the back of her shoulder and his tongue taking a long lick off her skin. “You glitter of sweat all over.”

“So warm outside today…” Tasmin whispered. “Can’t help it.”

“I love it. It looks good on you.”

His hands continued down, slippery from that thin film of perspiration, down to the crack of her ass and to the softness of her crotch. He lingered there, knowing that there was nothing that Tasmin would want more than to have him continue down.

“Mmm…” she moaned, frustrated, but knowing fully what was expected of her. “What do you see now?”

“You’re closing your eyes, you have that sweet little frown in your face. You don’t know what to do with your hands. Maybe your jaw is trembling. Something is.”

All those things he sensed, or knew about her already. All Tasmin could do was to utter an affirmative moan to every observation, until Joel was satisfied with the answers, and his hands started moving, ever so slowly down to her pussy and ass crack. As his fingers came in contact with her pussy lips and slid in between her buttocks, Tasmin allowed herself to move her hands and placed them on his hips. She could feel his erect cock resting on her ass, and she reached up to caress it.

“Stop that.” Joel murmured, and abandoned his hand exploring her ass, and used it to place Tasmin’s hands on her breasts. “Take care of those instead.” Then, with a kiss on her neck and a nibble on her earlobe; “I’m just looking.”

But he did not just look, his hands began to slowly caress the outside of her pussy, the clit, the inside of her thighs and rubbing her sensitive skin from her ass, down and under to her pussy lips. She gave in to the soft massage and leaned her body back on his, kneaded her breasts and rolled her nipples between her fingertips. Joel inserted a finger into her pussy, then another, and eased them into her, rubbing against the upper wall of her cunt. His thumb rested on the knob of her clit, and he began to fuck in and out, slow at first, but then faster and faster. Tasmin grunted in pleasure and threw her head back. Joel kissed, licked and sucked her neck and shoulders, then up to her ear, and finally found her mouth as she stretched her head back even further. His gebze escort lips locked to hers, and in the same rhythm as his fingers, he probed her mouth with his tongue.

Tasmin felt it quite suddenly, that telltale surge of an impending climax, and then her body exploded in an intense, rapid rush of pleasure. Her back arched and her lungs exhaled in a primal moaning scream. Then, as fast as it had come, the orgasm subsided, her breath and back relaxed, and she leaned back on Joel.

“Thank you.” she murmured. “That was wonderful.”

Still, the game went on. “So…what do you see now?”

Joel laughed softly. “I see… now what do I see? I see that you are ready.”

“Yes. I’m ready. After that, I’ll do anything for you. How do you want me?”

“On all four, baby.” Joel said, and Tasmin gladly followed his instructions. His hands traced her full length, from her feet to her shoulders and back. “God, you look sexy. Especially standing like that.”

There was no further warning. A poking cockhead, a slight pressure, and her cunt was eagerly accommodating the invading meat. He pushed slowly, until the full length of his cock was inside.

There was nothing else, just his body above and behind hers, his hands on her thighs, her tits, everywhere and anywhere, him sliding in and out, in and out, fast, slow, fast, faster, slow again, forever it seemed. There was plenty of time, he didn’t reach for that peak, but just made the most out of the moment, prolonging it as much as he could. Tasmin rode that wave, conscious only on a certain level, her hearing obscured by the pounding of her own heart, everything but that cock sliding, filling, fucking forever faded away, further and further. She felt the ripples of pleasure running through her body with each thrust, each pinch on a nipple, each kiss on her neck, until she was carried, almost casually, over that threshold, and a softer, longer and warmer kind of orgasm than the one she had before washed over her. She gave up a long, wordless moan, her legs and arms gave up supporting her, and she sank down into the mattress, spent, exhausted, completely satisfied.

That was Joel’s cue, and he ground his himself against her still upturned ass, and thrust his cock as deep into her as possible, faster, harder into her welcoming, still from afterglow contracting cunt. The force of this new assault, combined with one hand now massaging her clit, once again ignited the heat between Tasmin’s legs, and although she was physically shaky, she managed to raise herself on her elbows, and began thrusting back. For a minute they drove their bodies against one another, not a word, not a grunt, just their rapid breathing, and the wet slapping sound of sweaty skin colliding. Until finally, Tasmin felt Joel freeze up and shoot his semen deep into her with with a few loud gasps and throbbing spasms that sent intense waves of pleasure up her body and down into her legs. Tasmin squeezed at the hard, hot cock, felt Joel’s fingers almost forcefully pinch and twist her clit, and her own fingers on her nipples. It was too much, and once again she trembled in orgasm. She collapsed headlong on the bed, and Joel pulled out of her. He laid down beside her and lovingly stroked her sticky hair and sweaty arms.

Tasmin was out of breath. She could barely speak, but here was one more thing. The game was not over, not quite yet.

“Wh… what do you see now.” she breathed.

Joel’s reply was equally muted and breathless, but in Tamin’s minds it rang like a siren.

“You, Tasmin. I see you. All of you. And you are beautiful. So beautiful…”

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Tina was just staring now, straight out into the air with a fascinated grin on her face.

“You lucky bitch. You fucking, lucky girl. That sounds just awesome.”

“Tina, didim escort you’re drooling. Pull up that jaw, or people will start to think I’m your nurse or something.” Tasmin replied dryly.

Inside she was swooning. Her whole adult life so far had been about her listening to Tina yapping on about her escapades. Finally she had her speechless. She had a very special man, a doorway to more intense delight than her friend could imagine. What she had told Tina just now was just the technicalities. What she and Joel really experienced together, she had no words for.

“So, you’re blind…he’s blind, and then he takes you. Fucks you in complete darkness?”

“I’m telling you, all I have left is what I can feel. All I have is his touch, and what he says. Sometimes…” she said, then hesitated, and Tina leaned forward, urging her on.

“Sometimes what?”

“Sometimes, it’s more than that too. I take this.” Tasmin said and pulled up a small MP3 player, one of those that you wear around your neck when working out, from under her sweater. She dangled it in front of Tina’s still kind of silly face. “He gave me this. Sometimes when we do it, I put it on and turn up the volume. Then I don’t hear anything either. That’s when it’s me that is missing a sense.”

“Wow! I just got to try that some day. I mean, the guy don’t have to be blind, right? He could be any guy, and it would still be the same when it’s dark, right?”

She didn’t understand. Not completely. Tasmin didn’t expect her to either.

“Yes.” she replied absently. “Right.”

But her mind was already gone, tracing days and weeks back to that steamy, warm summer afternoon that she would never forget.

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“Hey.” Joel had said that day, that first day, Hey. He always started conversations like that, as if it was just a passing thought. “Tasmin? I just thought of something.”

They were sprawled out on the sofa in his apartment, her head in his lap. She read a book, he listened to the news. Tasmin loved those quiet moments, where they both could just not give a damn, and relax.

“You said you wished I could see you…” Joel began, and Tasmin shot up from his lap.

“I know, that was dumb. I say dumb things all the time, you should know that by now.”

“Oh, I know all right, and that’s ok. But listen, I have an idea.”

“Huh?”

“Come. Just come with me.”

“What is this?”

Joel laughed. “Will you stop asking silly questions and just do what you’re told, woman?” he chided her. Tasmin tried in vain to stifle a laughter.

“Sir, yes sir!” she said, or tried to, through a giggling fit.

“You know, you’d make a terrible soldier.” He laughed while he lead her by the hand into his bedroom.

“Now,” he said, his voice suddenly serious. “Take off your clothes, please.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. “…and get on the bed.” She flung herself headlong over the sheets. “In the middle. Sit up straight. No, sit on your knees.” He walked over to the windows, closed the shaders, pulled shut drapes and curtains. “Are you there now?” he said over his shoulder.

“Yes. Joel what are you trying to…”

“Ssh. You’ll see.” He walked over to the door to the livingroom, closed it and flipped a switch on the wall. The only lightbulb still on flickered and died.

Darkness, complete and utter darkness. The drapes and curtains didn’t let any daylight in, and nothing seeped through form the rest of the apartment either. Tasmin could hear him undress behind her. The clink of a belt, the rustle of clothes. Then the light creaking of springs and the shifting of weight as he entered the bed to sit right behind her.

“Now, ask me.” His voice was close to her ear, calm, quiet, but not whispering.

“Ask you what?”

Fingertips on her back. Warm breath right behind her neck. Close, so close she could almost feel the warmth of his body. And that request. The first time. Those words.

“Ask me…what I see.”

Author’s notes: I hope you enjoyed this little story. Thanks to Janice for knowing alot, Petri for the darkness, and Lin for constant supply of coffee.

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