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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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“Don’t you want to fuck me too?”

The 18-year-old babysitter’s words echoed in my mind in the next few days at my soulless office, which was lit in a permanent florescent noonday glow. The night after she gave me the blowjob, I paid Kristine for her time babysitting, and told her to go home. As much as I wanted to take her up to my bedroom and have my way with her, I simply couldn’t risk the fact that my son might hear us.

After his mother’s passing Luke had had trouble at school. Not acting out, really, more like the opposite. He withdrew and stayed alone on the playground. A teacher found him sitting in the sandbox where the younger children play, quietly sifting the sand through his hands, staring into the dust it stirred up when it hit the ground.

“It’s like he’s having an existential crisis, and he’s only ten,” Mrs. Lehmann, the school counselor, told me. She didn’t know if this was normal behavior for children who had lost parents. She didn’t have any recommendations, except that I keep an eye on him and try to get him to talk about his feelings, which I did anyway. Her eyes were visibly moist, and when she talked about the teacher finding Luke alone with the sand she even seemed to suppress a sob.

I didn’t know if it was normal for counselors to be unable to control their emotions, and I decided it didn’t matter. I had a hard time myself sometimes.

For this reason and many others, I decided I could not see Kristine again. The moments of lust that we had shared for time that she was stretched across my lap and while she sucked my cock had been a welcome change from the constant drudgery of my life after my wife’s death, which consisted of the gym, office and home. I loved my son and I loved every moment that I was able to spend with him, but I sorely missed my wife’s touch. For the first few months after her passing, I couldn’t be aroused by anything.

I even tried sleeping with a friend of my wife’s who had more or less thrown herself at me during the funeral. She was a quite attractive 40-year-old mother of two who was in great shape from her job teaching bikram yoga. We fucked for almost an hour in a variety of positions until I had to admit to her that I couldn’t feel anything and was never going to cum. She never called me back afterwards, even though she assured me that she understood. I went months without even thinking about sex. Kristine had been the first to change this.

After my decision not to see Kristine anymore, I had to hire a new babysitter. I really disliked the process. Mike, my poker buddy, vipsevgilim.com had recommended Kristine to me because his oldest daughter was a classmate of hers. I couldn’t ask him for another recommendation without telling him about our encounter. I went through the process of placing ads. I knew that I was going to have to explain to Luke at some point why Kristine wasn’t coming back, so I stayed around the house for the next several weeks and did without seeing my friends or any kind of adult contact outside of work.

In the meantime, several calls came from local girls who wanted to babysit. I interviewed three of them, but they all seemed immature. I considered hiring a 19-year-old college student named Katie who seemed responsible enough, but when she mentioned her boyfriend I couldn’t help but flash back to the night I saw Kristine giving head to her friend from school, and so I told her I’d think it over, but I never called her back. I couldn’t risk hiring a slutty sitter for a second time.

Finally, I ran into an older woman from the church we used to go to who offered to sit for Luke anytime that I wanted to go out. She told me that her daughter, recently divorced, was ready to date again. Thinking I should take my mind off of Kristine, I decided to take the woman up on her offer, and to give her daughter a call as well.

Her daughter’s name was Mara, she was 28 years old, and she worked in human resources for a local company but was passionate about writing. I had no idea what this particular combination of qualities would add up to in person.

She was obviously expecting my call, so we moved past the formalities quickly and arranged to meet at a local TGI Fridays. I was afraid my choice of restaurant would insult her writerly pretensions but we both lived nearby and the closest non-chain restaurant was an hour in every direction.

As Friday approached, I was nervous about the date, but not for the normal reasons. I was afraid of disappointing Mara because of my general apathy; I was afraid she would feel like I was using her as a foothold on my way out of my pit of despair.

She was already at the bar when I arrived. I recognized her from the pictures we had exchanged via e-mail. She had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes, and a sympathetic face. Thankfully she was slim, which was by no means something that goes without saying the in Midwestern united states. I was relieved to see her drinking beer, and a Samuel Adams at that, which spoke volumes for our potential future compatibility. biristanbulmasali.com

We sat at a booth and ordered an appetizer, an assortment of small bits of food, each of which had lost its individual particularities of appearance and flavor during its trip through the deep fryer. I was relieved to discover that Mara was not a vegan.

After the appetizer, our beers were almost empty. Now was the time to decide whether or not we would have a second drink. Mara had proven herself to be an engaging conversationalist. She had worked for newspapers, had lived abroad, and had taken the job in the HR firm as a way to save money before launching a career as a freelancer. I was pleasantly surprised.

As we asked the waitress for another round, my cell phone vibrated in my pocket. Thinking it might be from Mara’s mom who was sitting for Luke, I excused myself quickly and took it out to read it. I was completely unprepared for what it said:

“Hi Mr Richards. So you decided to come see me at my new job? I’ll meet you in the men’s room in 5 min. – Kristine.”

“Everything ok?” asked Mara as I stared at the screen.

“Yeah. Yeah everything’s fine. It’s the phone company telling me they’re going to deduct my bill for this month,” I said.

I tried to smile as if nothing had happened. On the one had I was angry that Kristine was trying to ruin my date with Mara, but on the other hand, I couldn’t forget the image of my spunk coating her beautiful teen face and her licking it up with gusto. In the end, my cock made the decision for me.

“Could you excuse me for a second?” I asked, “I have to go to the restroom.”

The men’s room was handicapped-accessible, that is, it was a large room with no stalls and a lock on the door. A few seconds after I went in, I heard a faint knock. My heart pounded as I turned the knob and Kristine bounded in, her perky breasts poking out from under her unflattering TGI Friday’s uniform. She turned quickly to lock the door behind her then jumped up to give me a peck on the cheek.

“Happy to see me Mr Richards?” she asked.

“Surprised is more like it.”

“But you’re a little happy?”

“Part of me is happy.”

“What part is that Mr Richards?”

“Why don’t you find out?”

She dropped to her knees and slowly unbuttoned her shirt to expose her ample cleavage. This time, her bra was black. She looked up at me playfully as she unzipped my pants.

“Are you sure your girlfriend won’t mind?”

“Are you sure your boyfriend manitam.net won’t mind?”

“We broke up.”

I gasped as she took my cock in her mouth.

“What happened?”

She bobbed up and down for a moment before coming up for air.

“He caught me sucking his friend’s cock in the school parking lot.”

“Imagine that,” I said, watching my cock disappear between her thick, full lips.

“I guess my secret’s out,” she said, taking my rock hard cock out of her mouth, standing up and pulling down her uniform pants.

“Oh?” I asked, stroking my cock as she pulled down her black thong panties and leaned forward to support herself against the wall.

“I’m a total slut,” she said, taking my cock in one hand and guiding it into her moist pussy.

“Mmm,” I said, savoring the first thrust inside her, “you certainly are, aren’t you?”

I began to fuck her like I hadn’t fucked anyone before but my wife. I started out slow, then sped up, then slowed down again. I twisted my hips and Kristine moaned as my cock stroked unknown pleasure points inside her pussy. I reached around and teased her clit with my fingers. I slapped her ass so hard I left a big red handprint on it. I was so lost in the moment I almost forgot I was on a date and that Mara was waiting for me at the table.

“Cum for me you little slut,” I said as I sped up.

“Oh yes,” she cried, “Your cock feels so good.”

“Tell me you want it.”

“Oh yes Mr Richards. I want your cock.”

“Yell it. Scream it so they can hear you outside.”

“GIVE ME YOUR COCK MR RICHARDS,” she screamed.

“Yes, take it you little whore,” I said, fucking her harder and slapping her ass.

“OH PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEASE.”

She came hard on my cock, her inner muscles trembling in pleasure.

“I’m going to cum inside you,” I announced, speeding up.

“Oh yes,” she moaned, coming down from her orgasm, “fill up my pussy with your cum.”

I came in a hard burst, shooting stream after stream of hot cum into her tight 18-year-old pussy. After I had loosed the last volley, I pulled out and caught my breath. To my surprise, Kristine turned around, got on her knees, and sucked the last few drops of cum from my cock. Then she smiled up at me and said “You can go back to your girlfriend now. I hope she doesn’t smell my pussy on you when you fuck her later tonight.”

“She’s not my girlfriend,” I said, zipping up my pants and inspecting my clothing for traces of our encounter.

“Whatever,” said Kristine, “you’ve got my number. We should do this again sometime.”

She gave me a peck on the cheek, zipped up her pants and disappeared out the door. As I washed my hands I got another text message on my phone:

“I can feel your cum dripping down my leg ;-).” It said.

God, I thought, how am I going to deal with this woman?

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A plan formed in my mind that night, which I put into action the next morning. I made a few calls, setup a few appointments, and then called my girls to let them know I would be at a conference for the weekend. Each of them handled it differently. They all wanted to go, but when I told them that I wouldn’t go with anyone who continued to treat me indifferently, their personalities came out.

Geo informed me that she would start treating me properly when I agreed to her terms, but to have fun. Dixie commented that she probably shouldn’t go anyway, as she had a lot of homework to get done. Amber was the one who seemed to be having the hardest time. She went back and forth, wanting to be with me, but unwilling to break her word to Geo. In the end, I went alone, which was just as well. I didn’t want any of them knowing what I was really doing.

So on Thursday afternoon I found myself flying out west to Las Vegas. There was a conference going on where all the major strip club owners were getting together, and discussing various ideas and ways to improve business. My club was doing great, but why not get help from the big guys? At least, that was the premise for this trip.

I was lucky enough to get a window seat, and the plane was mostly empty. Thankfully the flight was plenty short, and I stepped into the dry hot air of Nevada. Catching a Taxi to my hotel was easy enough, and I sank onto the bed as soon as I entered my room.

I decided to be somewhat magnanimous, and called the girls to let them know I was alright. Once again, Amber was the most emotional, telling me how much she missed me, while the other two just gave me their love, and told me not to gamble too much.

My main appointment wasn’t until tomorrow, but tonight was when the conference started. I thought it would be a good idea to come back with something to show I had actually attended the conference, and walked down to the conference rooms where the event was taking place.

Checking in with the registrar, I pinned my name piece to my jacket, and walked into a room full of noise. I checked the schedule, and saw that there were events for both strippers and owners. I decided to go to one for owners first.

It was a boring affair, consisting mainly of good business practices, and ways to stay within the local laws, without staying within the laws.

I debated on going into one for the strippers, until I noticed other men going into it as well. It wasn’t until I was seated that I realized that the other men must be male strippers. Vegas was very different from back home, and there were just some things that I seemed to struggle wrapping my head around.

“You must be an owner,” a soft voice said beside me. I turned to look at the speaker, and had to swallow. The dry Nevada air had already made my throat dry, but the brunette sitting next to me in very skimpy clothes was beautiful.

“What makes you say that?” I asked.

“Well, you are muscled enough to be a bouncer, but they rarely ever get to come to these, but not chiseled enough to be a chip’n’dale, though you do have the face for it. Also, your suit knocks that last out. Male strippers prefer to show off their wares more. I’m Angel, by the way,” she offered me her hand, and I shook it.

“Yeah, I own a club back east, and thought I’d see how things are done out here.”

“Well, if you’d like, I’d be happy to show you around…” I had heard of scam artists here in Vegas, but figured she was safe enough. A woman this hot couldn’t be bad, could she?

I agreed, but thought to keep one hand on my wallet. Throughout the afternoon, Angel showed me around, introduced me to a few of the really big club owners, and made me feel pretty important. I made some great contacts, but I noticed that people constantly stared at us everywhere we went. I was even certain a few took pictures.

“What’s the deal with people out here?” I finally asked as the day started to draw to a close. “I mean, you’re beautiful and all, but people stare at us like we’re famous or something.”

Angel looked at me with her cool brown eyes, and I felt like my soul was being measured. “You really don’t recognize me, do you?”

Oh shit! Did I go to school with her or something? I started to wrack my brain for anything that might remind me of who she was, but kept coming up blank. I hated to do it, but I had to tell her the truth. Hopefully she wouldn’t hate me for not remembering her. “I’m afraid I don’t. I’m really sorry!”

Angel laughed, and I knew all was forgiven. “You really are too much, John!” She placed her hand against my chest, as she continued to laugh. I was starting to feel foolish. “At first I’d thought you’d sat next to me, knowing who I was. But when you didn’t start hitting on my like every other man here, I assumed you were gay.” I immediately opened my mouth to protest. I didn’t have any problems with the gay community, I just knew I wasn’t. “Oh, I know you aren’t. You have been a perfect gentleman, but I have still caught escort acıbadem you looking at the other women here, and I have seen how you try your best to look me in the eyes, but sometimes fail.” Her bluntness was really starting to turn my cheeks red. I had thought I was being discreet, but apparently she had been watching me closer than I’d thought. “When you continued to treat me like a person, Instead of a– Well, I started to wonder if you truly didn’t know who I was. I kept waiting for you to make your move, but you haven’t.” She looked at me, and I felt that weighing sensation again. “It has been a long time since anyone has treated me like that.”

“I’ve only tried to repay the kindness you’ve shown me today,” I said lamely, regretting the words as soon as they were out of my mouth. She obviously expected something else, and my curiosity was now completely peaked. “Umm… So who are you?”

She laughed again, and this time I found it infectious. “I guess I still haven’t said, have I? Come with me, I’ll show you.” She grabbed my hand, and led me to a different part of the conference that we hadn’t made it to yet. The different scenery was the first thing I’d noticed. Instead of strip club advertisements, I now started seeing advertisements for porn videos. Having the very strict religious upbringing my parents had given me, I’d never actually watched one before. Even owning the club, and considering some of the things I’d done with the girls, I was shocked to see some of the lewd things that were on the covers of the DVDs. Call me dense, but I couldn’t figure out why Angel was bringing me back here, until she stopped, and shoved one in my hands.

“I don’t…” I said, confused.

“Look!” She pointed, and I looked where her finger ended. There Angel stood, completely nude, except for tiny stars covering her crotch and nipples, on the cover of the DVD case. The title read ‘Angel’s Day off,’ and on the back were a number of smaller pictures, most of them with her in them, in various sex acts. Oddly, I felt embarrassed to be looking at this friendly woman in so personal a situation, even though she was barely clothed in front of me now.

“So you’re a…”

“A porn star, yes.” There was a question in her eyes, as she looked up at me. Then everything she had said only a few moments ago made sense.

“That’s why you thought… But then I… And then I didn’t…” I couldn’t seem to form complete sentences in my head as she continued to look at me.

“I shouldn’t have told you.” I could tell she wasn’t happy now. “You were treating me so well, not like I’m a complete slut or a whore, and now you see me differently, don’t you?”

How did I see her? Was she the nice woman that had helped me around the conference all afternoon, or was she the girl on the cover of the DVD I still held in my hand? I put the DVD back, and placed my hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes.

“I have strippers that work for me that have Master’s degrees, and I have some that dropped out of high school.” She arched one delicate eyebrow, not understanding what I was getting at. Well, it was payback for a bit ago, I thought. “Just because they are strippers, doesn’t mean they are dirty sluts that would do anything to get a buck. Oh, I know some of them are, but they don’t work long for me.” She still looked confused. “Okay, look. You have been great today, showing me around, and helping me make those contacts. That is how I think of you. So you have a job doing porn. So what? If it pays the bills, and you enjoy it, I’m the last person to judge.”

I knew she finally understood when she flung her arms around my neck, and her lips were mashed against mine. My arms reflexively wrapped around her waist as I returned the kiss.

When we finally parted, I noticed a noise that had been drowned out by the pounding of blood in my ears.

Clapping.

Looking around, I saw a lot of people staring and clapping, and a few were even giving me a thumbs up.

“Let’s get outta here,” Angel said, and I was all too eager to agree. We wound our way back to the stripper side of the conference, and a thought occurred to me.

“If you do that for a living, why were you over here today?”

“I started out as a stripper, and a producer saw me dancing. Sometimes when the fans get a bit overwhelming, I like to remember my roots, you might say.”

“Why haven’t any of your fans approached you while I was with you?” I asked, wondering.

“I know a few wanted to, but the way I hung on your arm, might have kept them back. I truly enjoyed spending the day with you, John.”

“And I, you!” I replied with an honest smile, and then noticed we were at the elevators. “Umm… Would you like to come on up?” After what she’d just revealed to me, I realized how my question might sound, and started trying to backtrack. “I didn’t mean for… I mean… I would if… But that wasn’t why…”

Her finger pressed against escort dudullu my lips shut me up. “I would love to.” I pressed the button on the wall for my floor, and we rode the elevator up, in near silence, except of the occasional smacking noise or moan as we made out. We had to stop on the fourth floor, however as a stuffy old couple stepped in with us.

When we finally reached my door, it took me a couple tries to get the keycard in the lock, and I almost broke it, in my hurry to open the door. It slammed against the wall as Angel forced me inside. I felt the bed hit the back of my legs, and I toppled over backwards, only to have the air pressed out of me as Angel landed on top. Our tongues met and writhed, matching the rhythms of our bodies, as my hands traveled along her back, thighs, ass, head, and basically anything else I could reach.

Her hips lifted, and I felt her hands at my waist, trying to undo my pants. Seconds later they were on the floor. Angel sat up, and I slid my hands up her sides, lifting her shirt up over her head, to join my pants. She was beautiful, as she sat on me, in only a black miniskirt and pink lacy bra. My hands darted to her back, and it only took me a second to undo the fastener. Since my mouth was already nearly at her chest, I bit between her cups, and growled as I yanked back, revealing her handful sized breasts. I was shocked at how pink her nipples were. I had never seen any so pink before, and my mouth watered at the sight of them.

I brought my lips to her left nipple, kissing it tenderly, until she grabbed the back of my head, pulling me in tighter to it. I began to suck like a man starved, as my hands dove into the waistband of her skirt, cupping her tiny ass in my hands. I used my hands to grind her against my boxer covered crotch, eliciting a moan from both of us. Her hand on the back of my head pulled me away from her pretty pink nipple with a sloppy pop, and I looked up to meet her gaze. Hungrily she brought her lips to mine in a kiss that was both tender, and passionate. The way her tongue and lips moved against mine increased my lust for this woman tenfold.

With a firm grip on each of her cheeks, I lifted her up, and then quickly pulled down her skirt and panties, bringing them to her knees. She broke the kiss to finish removing them, and I got the opportunity to really admire her naked beauty. Her breasts were slightly pointed, topped by the aforementioned pink nipples. Her waist was thin, but not so thin she looked anorexic. Her legs seemed to start at her ankles and just keep going, finally terminating in a small triangle of fuzz at her pussy. Her inner labia were large, and very swollen, protruding from her outer labia by a small bit.

That was all I was able to note, as she gripped my boxers, and nearly tore them from my body. I unbuttoned my shirt, I don’t remember taking off my jacket but that didn’t surprise me, and soon sat just as naked as she was.

“Holy shit! You should work in porn with a cock that big!” She exclaimed, admiring my package. “It is pretty rare to see one so–” Her words were cut off as she bent over and lustily swallowed the head between her lips. I have had some good blowjobs before, but the way Angel used her tongue, lips, and even teeth had me blowing down her throat in only a couple of minutes. Since my lack of sex lately, it was a pretty intense orgasm, leaving me panting by the time it had finished washing over me.

“Holy shit, yourself! I’ve never had a BJ that… That… WOW!”

She smiled up at me, licking up a bit of cum that had leaked out, and swallowing it. “I hope you’re not done yet.”

I knew it would probably be a few minutes for me to fully recover. “Come here, I want to taste you, now!” I demanded, and then braced myself as she nearly tackled me with her pussy. I have never tasted one with such big lips, but I used what the girls had taught me to great effect. Sucking hard on her labia, I ran my tongue between them, occasionally darting up to her clit, then back down to her hole, where I would shove my whole tongue in as deep as I could.

I felt her lips wrap back around my cock, and moaned into her pussy as she began to revive it with her excellent technique. One of her hands cupped and fondled my balls, while the other slid up and down my shaft, and her tongue worked the head.

Suddenly her whole body froze, and I could feel my cock vibrating between her tongue and the roof of her mouth as she mewled loudly in her own orgasm. My mouth was soaked, as her juices escaped my lips, and started trickling down my neck and cheeks.

She rolled off me, and turned up to grab my wet cheeks. “I haven’t cum like that from having my pussy eaten in years! Where did you learn to do that so well?” She said, staring deep into my eyes. Before I had a chance to answer, her lips were pressed to mine again, as she licked her wetness from my face. She rolled on top of me, and I positioned my cock for her escort kavacık entrance. “Oh, Gawd, I’ve got to feel that monster in me!” She nearly screamed when it bumped her cunt.

I grabbed her hips, and gradually pressed her down, as I lifted my hips. I felt her lips spread over my cock, and gently swallow me in. She had told me she was a porn star, but she was tight! I had to slowly work in and out of her, despite how wet she was. She would loosen up as I moved in, but when I started to pull out, she would clamp down so hard, it hurt and felt wonderful at the same time. I had heard of women with strong kegel muscles, but she must really work hers for them to be this powerful.

Finally I felt our pelvises touch as Angel threw her head back to let out a throaty moan. I leaned up, and started nibbling on her neck, while she started up a rhythm with her hips.

“Oh, fuck… I feel you in every inch of me. Oooh, I am getting close.” I latched onto her pink right nipple, and with my hands still on her hips, picked up her pace. Lifting my hips slightly, I was able to go just a bit deeper into her. “Oh, Gawd, that’s it! Fuck me, I’m cuuuummmmiiinnnnggggggggg!”

I had to stop moving her altogether, as her strong cunny muscles gripped my cock with enough force, I was almost afraid she was going to rip my manhood off. I just lay there, and as she started to relax, her inner folds started massaging more than gripping, and I moaned into her tit.

I rolled us over, and lifted her hips slightly as I got up on my knees. I put my arms under her legs, drawing them up to my shoulders, while I groped her tiny rear. Turning my head, I gently nibbled on her ankle, and then kissed my way along her slender foot. I was using my grip on her to slide her up and down my slick cock, as I started to suck her toes between my lips.

“Wow, what are you doing to me?” She asked dreamily, and I picked up my pace a little. “Damn, but that feels goooood.” She drawled out the last part, then bit her lower lip, and started pinching her pink nipples. I kept this up, switching to her other foot, and knew she was starting to get close again from her breathing. I was glad, because the way she was milking me on every thrust had me about ready to spew my second load for the night.

I reached around with my right hand, and started rubbing her clit with my thumb, sending her crashing into another powerful orgasm. I kept pushing in and out of her, despite (or maybe because of) the way she gripped my cock. Just as she started to come down, I let loose with stream after stream of my seed. She screamed as another orgasm took her, and it felt like her vagina was trying to milk every ounce of jism out of me, that it could.

I collapsed onto my side; next to this aptly name Angel, trying to catch my breath.

“Mmm, that was phenomenal. How often do you come to Vegas?”

I had to laugh. “This was my first visit, but now that I now there are Angels here, I may have to come out more often!”

“Well… We’d best make the most of this trip then. What are your plans for tomorrow?”

Shit! Tomorrow I had my appointment, and I knew I wouldn’t be up for any extracurricular activities afterwards. Not for a couple days at least… That’s why I had made this trip; to be away from the girls, so that I could recover before I came back. Now that I thought more on it though, my conscience started to fight me. Was I prepared to deceive the women I loved? I felt like I was sinking to the level they had been treating me at. I resolved then and there to call the doctor and cancel my vasectomy. I didn’t know what would happen, but I was determined to remain honest with the girls. The hand sliding gently up and down my arm, as the beautiful Angel still looked at me, waiting for my answer brought me back to the here and now. Well, honest about some things at least…

“Well, I’m not due back home till Monday, and the conference was the only thing I had planned…” I trailed off as I felt Angel’s lips on my neck. I was nowhere near recovered, but I had more than my penis at hand to try and please this insatiable woman.

The only time over the next few days that we left the room was to eat (when we didn’t just order room service).

* * *

I was a bit disappointed when I stepped out to the baggage claim area, that Amber was the only one to greet me.

“Dixie wanted to be here, but she had some big tests to take that her professors wouldn’t let her out of,” the sexy pregnant redhead told me. “Geo is another matter. Did you really have a vasectomy while you were away?” Amber planted herself in front of me, and glared as she blocked my path.

“How… How did you hear about that?” I stammered in disbelief.

“They called to confirm your appointment shortly after you left. You gave them the landline.” Her voice was dry, and I could see the fire burning in her eyes.

“What did Geo say?” Was all I could think to ask.

“‘What did Geo say?’ Is that all you can think to ask? Is she the only one whose feelings you’re concerned about?”

I knew I was in serious trouble now. Amber’s tone left no doubt in my mind. “No, of course not! I just didn’t think–“

“Of course you didn’t think!” She cut me off, and stormed back to her car. Even pregnant, she could move with speed and grace when she wanted to.

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The beep of the security alarm surprises me as I finish brushing my teeth. It’s Halloween and I am about to turn in from hours of handing out candy to the neighborhood broods. House sitting for my ex girlfriend. She is not supposed to be home for a couple days yet.

I grab a robe, a bat and head downstairs to check the house. Going down, I spy the shadow of a figure walking through the kitchen. Creeping around the corner, I see the back of a young woman I immediately recognize.

“What the fuck are you doing home?” I ask in a half irritated and half joking tone.

The abruptness of my speech makes Julie jump. She pivots around, hits me in the chest, and yells -” Jesus, don’t do that to me. You scared the shit out of me.”

“Scared the shit out of you? I was about to go to sleep when I heard someone sneaking into the house on Halloween night.”

“Sneak? It’s my fucking house, asshole.”

“Yes, I know. It’s the one I have been house sitting for you as a favor if you remember.”

“Yes, sorry for yelling. You just scared me. How’s it been?”

“Fine, nothing of note. I cleaned up a little since you left a mess.”

“Yeah, was running late for my flight and didn’t have time to clean up before I left. If you remember, I am a bit challenged with time management.”

I laugh and grin at her – “yes, I do recall something about that. What are you doing back early? I thought you were back on Wednesday?”

“Eh, I wasn’t having the best time so I took an early flight.”

“You could have texted and given me a heads up.”

“Why would I do that? I wanted to see what you how you were taking care of the place and besides I thought I might catch you fucking someone in my bed.”

“You wanted to catch me fucking someone? What you wanted to watch?”

“No, just wanted to see what you were up to while I was away. There’s not anyone in my bed right now, is there?”

“No, I appreciate the vote of confidence but all you might have caught be doing is jacking off alone.”

“Uh, no ladies in your life?”

“Nothing steady since you which is why it was pretty uncomplicated for me to housesit for you.”

“Oh come on jack, you gotta get out there.”

“Who says I’m not out there? Just haven’t found anything steady.”

“But you have found some tail then?”

“Occasionally.”

“Well, escort beykoz good,” she said leaning on my arm and looking up at me. “Can you help me with something else?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“I got a late invite to this Halloween bash and need to pull together a costume really quick. Need your creative mind.”

“Tonight?”

“Yeah, party starts right now and goes till late. You wanna come too? I think I can bring someone.”

“No, I was about to go sleep when you came in; I have to work in the morning.”

“Ok, well come up with me.”

We both start toward the stairs. I flick the kitchen lights off and go up behind her.

I stare at her body the whole way. She was always gorgeous; petite, lovely, and the best curvy ass you could hope for. Her leggings are skin tight and leave little for the imagination. But then again, I don’t have to imagine. I just remember. It was 8 months ago that we broke it off but I can still remember every curve and contour of her body.

She leads me back the way I came and we go into her bedroom.

“Wow, you really did clean up in here. I hope I can find everything.”

She looks in her walk-in closet and starts talking about the party-

“So, this is some Halloween private party. I don’t know the hosts but Jenny sent me the invite. She said they want last year and stayed till 4am. She recommended something Halloween sexy.”

“Ah, Halloween sexy. The official uniform of young women for October 31st.”

“Shut up and help me figure something out.”

Julie has a lot of clothes so there were plenty of options.

“What about this” she said as she grabs a red jacket off the hanger, “I could go as red riding hood.”

“But it has to be sexy red riding hood” – I note as I looked through her dresses.

“I need a red dress with it but I don’t think I have something that will work.”

“You could try this”. I said pulling a hung up red shirt from a hanger. “I always liked this one on you.”

“Ohh, nice. That could work. Ok, go in the other room while I change in here.”

I go back in the bedroom and take a drink of water on the nightstand. The room is dim with the only light filtering in from the bathroom. I had left iTunes playing and a percussive beat teased in the background.

I escort sancaktepe wait on the edge of the bed and heard heels against the hardwoods.

Looking up, there was the fantasy that had held my attention these last 8 months and beyond.

Julie had belted the red shirt to convert it to a dress and looks down at me with a flirtatious question – “So what do you think?”

“What do I think?” – I stand up to get a better look. “I like the leather belt. It’s a nice touch.” I put my hands on the sides of the belt as if to admire how it was made. I move my hands slowly down from the belt to just touch the red shirt’s fabric as she turns – poking her ass towards me, asking – “Is it too short in the back? It is a shirt, you know.”

“Let me see,” I say as I pull my hand back and slap her covered ass.

She laughs – “What are you doing? You always did like my ass best.”

“Excuse me, but I liked the whole package. The ass is just too hard to keep my hands off.”

“Is that so?” She leans back into me, pushing her ass toward my cock. My hands are at her hips as she wriggles her body into me. I slide them down as she moves, getting to the skin of her thighs. With my hands on her skin, she intentionally dips and forces my hands to push up her dress, exposing her black lace thong.

I am dizzy with excitement. I grab her ass hard and squeeze as she pushes back into me, pulsing with the beats of the music. My cock leaps to attention in my boxers – my robe coming apart in the middle.

She grins and moves away from me. She puts both hands on the wall and bends over – moving from side to side in the most seductive dance I have ever seen. She looks back over her shoulder and whispers above the music – “What are you doing over there?”

I take two steps toward her undulating body – my cock fighting to get out. “That’s better…” she says brushing the front of my shorts, teasing me with her movements.

I grab her hips again from behind and begin moving with the music as well – “That’s it,” she whispers. From behind her, I move my hands so they slide down the front of her thighs. She dips again, forcing the dress up once more and exposing the front of her thong.

She reaches back with her arm and wraps it around my neck. With the music as my guide, escort bağdat caddesi I glide my hand between her legs and feel the warmth of her aroused sex. She is fire and water in one. I slide two fingers over the top of her and she gasps. Up and down with the music, my fingers twitching with anticipation. I slide them deep and grab all of her at once – she smiles, moaning loudly over the beats.

The softness, the heat of her overwhelms me. I turn her around, lead her to the bed and bend her over. I pull aside her thong and trace my fingers around her pussy – wanton and wet. She lays her head down, grabs her breasts, and pushes her ass further in the air. I know the request and oblige, plunging two fingers into her. Hard, quick movements – my hand now pulsing to the music – filling her, fucking her.

She is excitement and desire. She melts further into the bed; I move with her, making sure not to stop my movements. She pulls aside the shirt and pinches her hard nipple. She licks her fingers and circles it around – tracing her fingers over and over.

I suddenly feel her other hand near mine. Face still down, she rubs her clit as I continue to pump her with my fingers from behind. Her breath accelerates and then stops as I feel her body tighten with the first wave of climax. I know her body and what she is capable of – I speed up my movements – hard, fast force.

She screams as I do this and cries out, melting further into the bed. I keep moving with her and don’t stop fingering her – prolonging her climax as much as she wants. She shudders again and again. In the midnight hour, she cries “More, more, more.”

I cannot stop – her body is an addiction to me and I have been without it for too long.

As she finishes a second climax, I rotate her around and kneel on the bed, turning her ass sideways toward me. I undo the belt and free her from the red jacket and shirt. I grab her other breast as she continues to tease the first. My cock is swollen, red, and begging for relief. I enter her slowly and she cries out again as she pulses her other hand on her clit. I want to take it slow. I want to take it so slow. I want to savor every minute with her, every drop of sweat, every texture; I want the minutes to turn to hours. But in the midnight hour, she cries “More, more, more.” My movements quicken to satisfy her requests as I fuck her harder and harder. She raises her leg suddenly and screams, the hand from her breast gripping the sheets. She contorts as the pleasure washes over her again and again. I push harder and deeper into her; my own climax growing until it explodes into her writhing body. I collapse onto her and cover her in an embrace as she finishes her last orgasm.

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The following is a true story that just happened to me some time ago…

I sometimes get bored and tired when my woman turns me down for some basic loving. ESPECIALLY when it comes down to getting’ some head. Sometimes, I prefer that over getting in the pussy…ANYWAYS, here is my story.

So this one Saturday was a VERY lazy day; me and woman went out on Friday night and I had a few drinks (no lovin’ though) and I didn’t get out of bed until about 11AM. Oh well, I’m thinkin’- my woman’s at work until 5PM and I don’t have anything (or anyone) to do.

So around, 3PM, I finally motivate and get my ass out of the house. I go to the chicken shack, order some wings and fries for dinner and call mama bear to be ready to eat when I get there. She says to get something to drink with the food. Now, this is where the WOW begins…

So I get to the liquor store, open the door and notice this lady scooping down picking up some shit that fell out of her purse, I mean her ass was all in my path toward my Remy; any REDBLOODED dick slayer would have noticed her. At the same time, I also notice that she’s on her cell and has about 6 grocery bags full of various shit; apparently talking to someone to come and take her home.

Being the gentleman that I am, I help her pick up her shit and off handedly say to her “By the way, shawty, if he can’t come for you, I’ll gladly offer to take you home.” She smiles at me and continues talking on the phone, so I went to do my liquor shopping. I end up buying a fifth of Remy VSOP, a quart of Bacardi Limon and some OJ, Pineapple and cranberry juice (I planned on getting mama twisted and then see what positions I could get her into).

As I’m walking out, I noticed shawty is STILL waiting for a ride. She looks at me and says “were you serious about giving me a ride? I live about 5 minutes away from here but I don’t feel like walking-it’s too damn cold out there.” Again, I’m a gentleman, so I say to her, “I don’t know, you look a little suspect to me. Imma have to keep my eye on you shawty. You might try somethin’ and then imma have to retaliate.” All the while, smiling escort çekmeköy at her with my devilish grin. She says back “I bet you will. I bet you will” and we commence to walking to my ride.

As we’re walking, we make small talk, and find out she’s single, has a kid who is not home until TOMORROW night, and that she has some GofG-Gift of Gab. She’s real cool and like she said, she was only about 7 minutes from where the liquor store was. Now, I’m the kind of guy that let’s game come to me-I spell out what I want, talk my shit and then let a chick decide the next move. Like I said earlier-I have mama bear at home waiting to get twisted and possibly perform some tricks for me!

So, we get to her apartment building, she says without hesitation-“hey, can you help me with my bags? I live on the first floor, apartment 105. I would like to reward your kindness somehow.” So, of course, I said “okay, but to be honest,your conversation has been payment enough.” Now mind you, from the first peep of shawty up to this point, I’m taking note that she’s a little shorter and thicker than I like (about 5’1″ and over 200 pounds) but her face, lips and her demeanor were giving me a MAD hard-on!

I was glad I had on jeans and not my normal slacks and shirt. So I figured, if she’s half as game as I think she is, I might just get my dick sucked-and I could REALLY use a sloppy blowjob. So she grins her own devilish grin and says, “Come on. It will be well worth your time.” And we commence to going to her apartment building. Like she said, she’s in apt 105, so it’s a short walk. Once we get to her spot, I say to myself ‘what the fuck, the worse she could say is NO, so why not go for it.’

So I say to her-“when did you say your daughter would be returning home”

“Tomorrow sometime. Until then, imma be all by myself.” And she pouts and licks her luscious lips.

“Well, I’m sorry to hear that. What about your man?”

“What man? I haven’t been with anyone for quite some time. I told you I was lonely.”

At that statement, I say to myself ‘OKAY, escort içerenköy here it comes’

And she says, “When will your woman be looking for you to come home? I would REALLY like to thank you for giving me a ride home. But I don’t have any money but I can think of other ways to say ‘thank you'”

“Oh, yeah? How would you do that?” and then I pull her to me, and help her take off her coat and gloves. And I coax her hand to my crouch.

She smiles, looks up at me, still rubbing my dick and says “You really are very direct, aren’t you? Now what should I do with this ‘thing’?”

I say, “Whatever you want, but those lips look awfully soft.”

“Oh, yeah, they do, hunh” and she pulls down my zipper and pulls out my dick and starts jacking him. At this point, I’m in hog heaven ’cause I KNOW that the only thing between me and a blow job from this chick is only her saying STOP-STOP means STOP in my book and if she said it, I woulda zipped up, apologized for being so forward and left. BUT-she kept jacking and says to me, “uh, hunh. Yeah. We have to do something about this right here. He looks like he needs some attention.”

She lets him go and says, “You wanna see what my bedroom looks like?” and starts walking to the back of her apartment. I, of course follow her shucking off my cap and leather coat leaving it in a chair in the hallway.

So we get to her bedroom, she shucks her sweater and bra and is now topless showing off the HUGEST titties I’ve ever seen. They have to be 48DD’s! Now, at this point, she says “Do you have any condoms? I REALLY wanna suck this dick but I need a condom,” and she commences to pulling on him again.

“Look here, I didn’t expect this to happen so; I don’t have any Trojans on me so she looks in her drawer-NO CONDOM! DAMN, I’m thinking, oh well. Maybe next time. But she says “Look, man. I have a kid and I kiss her all the time. Are you clean? I mean, really. It’s been SO long since I saw a dick, I REALLY want to suck yours.”

“Yeah, I’m clean. I don’t do this on the regular and I haven’t been escort çakmak doing anything” so with this said, she looks at me quizzically, and says for me to follow her into the bathroom where she hands me a clean towel and some soap. I get the picture and scrub his head and shaft real clean and then rinse off-I don’t want her to taste nothing but prime A-Class D-I-C-K.

After I wash and rinse, she indicates for me to sit on the side of her bed. Now it’s time for me to talk some shit-“So just how good is your head game, shawty? I like someone who knows how to work a dick. Is that you?”

In response, she straddles my thighs, pulls my pants all the way down to my ankles and then says “You might wanna take these all the way off. Once I get started, I REALLY get kinda lost in my work” so I take them all the way off (there would be NO explaining why the front of my jeans are so fuckin’ wet) and then get back on her bed. She straddles my thighs again and then repositions herself right in between my legs-I could tell this chick knew her way around a dick-and I was right.

She sucked my dick every way from Sunday to Saturday. I got a hum job, a ball licking, and for about a minute there, she was licking my ass-I had to stop her or else I was gonna start whimpering. Anyway, she was doing a FINE job, and after about 10 minutes of looking at her look up at me and then dive back down to sucking my dick, I told her I was about to bust a nut.

She just looked at me with her big ol eyes, smiled and kept sucking and humming-she was DEFINITELY a Master Degree earning Dick Sucker and I could tell she wanted to taste this nut. I grabbed her hair in my hand, started using her mouth like it was a pussy and pumped away and then “UNNNGGHHH!!” I drained my nuts in her mouth, on her cheek, in her hair and in her eyes. AND SHE KEPT SUCKING! MAN, what a fuckin’ find she was! My thighs and stomach were coated with my nut and her slobber and I was in HEAVEN! WHEW!

After about 3 minutes, in which time she was cleaning up the mess she made and licked my balls, thighs and stomach clean, I decided she was through. All I wanted to do was take a nap but I knew I had to get my ass outta there or mama bear would start blowing up my cell phone asking me where in the hell I was.

So eventually, I got her number and bounced with the promise that we would finish part two (fuckin’) later on that week. That, my friends is another story!!

What a Weekend!!

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Chapter one: Missed the train

His heart sank as he rounded the corner to the sight and sounds of the last train leaving the station. He already knew that the next train home was at 6:28 the next morning.

“Fuck!”

He turned several times unsure of his next move. As he watched the train pull away into the distance, the black of night cut by its trailing red lights, he felt an on-creep of panic slowly move in on him. A cold sweat started to form on his brow as the weight of the situation grasped his shoulders, pressing him onto a bench.

Reaching into his jacket he retrieved his phone. His face lit up revealing the dark shadows of despair in his eyes. He felt clueless, selfish, irresponsible. But surely this was an easy mistake to make. Thousands. Millions perhaps, make the same mistake all the time. So why did he feel so at odds with the situation he was in. His phone engaged in a call to his wife. He was working on auto-pilot as he began to come to terms with the what had happened.

“George? Are you ok?” Samantha and George had been married for several years. They had two small children. Phoebe, who was 6 was a keen dancer and sang at every opportunity. It was her happy sound. Dillon was 4 and climbed everything. He was bright and bubbly, and completely obsessed with making things. The material choice was irrelevant, he could construct anything out of anything. A real-life characterisation of the A-Team.

There was a period of intense silence on his end of the phone until he crashed it declaring “Yeah. I’m fine. Missed my train.” It was delivered as if very little but irritation was at stake. George allowed the silence to stretch as he refused to elaborate. It was up to Samantha to fill in the pieces.

“George, was that the last train? What are you going to do?”

George didn’t answer.

“Look, is it too late to go back to the party and see if you can crash somewhere?” George realised how good his wife was. She knew his thoughts and could overcome problems before he even realised they were problems.

“I think Brad might have a room if I can catch him. If not I could crash on someone’s floor at the holiday Inn. Or pay for a room.”

“Right. Sort it out and don’t be such a dick in future.” She might have been pragmatic and resourceful, but she was also ruthless. Samantha suffered no shit from people.

George made his way back to the pub where he had left his colleagues only 45 minutes earlier. It didn’t seem like a long time ago, but he hoped they were still there. As he opened the double doors to the pub one of his colleagues came running passed him clutching his face. He doubled over the curb to vomit. George watch him in silent judgement before leaving him to sort himself out and headed into the pub. The pub was practically empty despite an enthusiastic DJ trying to encourage those that remained onto the dance floor. He saw the few stragglers that remained from the staff party on the dance floor.

Bee-lining for them he started to ask the whereabouts of some potential friends who could put him up. “They left ages ago.” Was the response from the group of female science teachers swaying to Take That.

One of the older ones turned to George mid-knee drop, “I’d offer you our hotel room sofa, but it’s already taken.” George was surprised how quickly his hopes were built and then dashed in such a short sentence.

“Rachel has a spare bed in her room,” she added.

Rachel had her hands above her head and was completely lost in the music. George watched her for what seemed like ages building the courage to ask to stay in her room. Before he had the opportunity the older science teacher intervened.

“HEY. RACH. You have a spare bed in you room don’t you?”

In her soft and sweet Geordie accent Rachel affirmed that she had a spare bed and that George could sleep there.

George continued to enjoy the night with his Science teacher colleagues. He paused only to update his wife with the information that he had secured a bed for the night. He felt it better to leave out the bit about sharing the room with an incredibly attractive Geordie girl.

Rachel was also married with two small children. She had short dark hair, a womanly body and fantastic bottom. As she danced she moved seductively to the music, lost amongst the emotions and atmosphere of the musical story telling.

As time was called in the pub everyone moved towards the hotel. All the science teachers hugged and kissed their goodbyes in the hotel lobby and made their ways to their rooms. Rachel and George continued up to another floor to their room. On entering the room George noticed how lacking in furniture it was.

“Where’s the spare bed?”

Rachel seemed taken a back. “Oh, I meant that there was a spare side to my bed. That’s ok, isn’t it?”

With that she walked into the bathroom and locked the door.

George heard the shower turn on and the beautiful sound of Rachel singing as she showered. A little time later she exited the bathroom wrapped in a towel. She was behaving so naturally, as if the two of them escort soğanlık had been married themselves for years. Rachel didn’t seemed to recognise the awkwardness of the situation. George, on the other hand was staring at her lasciviously.

“Are you ok?” Rachel asked.

“er, yeah. Can I borrow some toothpaste?” George snapped himself out of his trance.

“Of course. I don’t have a spare toothbrush, but you can borrow mine. There’s also a spare towel, if you wanted a shower.”

George entered the bathroom confused over these experiences. He loved his wife deeply, but he was lusting after his beautiful midnight saviour. Did she feel the same, or was her behaviour simply trust and kindness? All he needed to do was put his feelings deep down out of harms way and survive the night.

After his business in the bathroom George emerged again dressed for bed. As he didn’t have any PJs he popped his Underwear back on again. George stood open mouthed as Rachel moved about the room in her bedclothes. She wore a black satin nighty, with laced edging around her chest line and hem of her skirt. Her skirt was short and really only just covered her bottom.

“Sorry for my nighty, I wasn’t really expecting to share my bed with anyone tonight. A bit revealing isn’t it.” She laughed as she stood at the end of the bed.

Rachel commented on George’s physique and was impressed by how toned he was.

“Are you sure you are ok? You are acting really strange. You’ve gone really quiet.” George reaffirmed that he was fine and that perhaps he was just tired.

“Maybe we should get to sleep.” She said.

Without a word George shuffled into his side if the bed and lay down to face the window, away from Rachel.

“George, can you do me a favour? Can you run some moisturizer into my back?”

The polite response should be to verbally agree and follow out the request as asked. George, however, didn’t say anything but sat up behind Rachel squirting moisturizer into his hands. Rachel let each strap fall from her shoulders so that her nighty fell around her waist. She covered her breasts with her arms, but that did nothing to stop George’s mind wondering. As he rubbed in the moisturizer he began to massage her shoulders and back. Rachel moaned in appreciation.

“You are very good at that. Do you mind giving me a full body massage?” And without waiting for a response she had returned the nighties shoulder straps to their rightful place and lay down on her front in anticipation.

George continued to massage her shoulders, neck and back. After some time and appreciative noises Rachel requested that George helped her aching hamstring muscles. Sensing that George was apprehensive about the intimate situation she suggested that she would position her skirt where he had to stop. He was not allowed beyond the hem of her skirt.

Rachel held the hem of her nighty tight against her skin. George began to smooth more lotion over the back of her thighs. His pressure increased as her found the areas of her muscles that were tight, in an effort to ease the tension she had in her legs.

Rachel “mmm’d” regularly encouraging George in his endeavours. Slowly her legs parted and Rachel’s fingers pointed to her abductor muscles. “That feels so amazing. Can you work on this one, it’s really sore. You’ve worked wonders on the rest of my legs.”

George hesitated. From his kneeling position next to her, he had a clear view of her smooth pussy. Rachel sensed the reason for his hesitation and reached for the hem of her skirt, pulling it down over her bottom to hide her nether regions. “If I hold my skirt here, you’ll know where to stop.” Rachel giggled and looked over her shoulder at George. “Would that be okay?

George agreed, and tentatively resumed his task, massaging the inside of Rachel’s thigh, high up towards her groin.

Feeling more confident, following Rachel’s encouragement and direction, George began using his thumbs to ease the tension in Rachel’s Abductor muscles right up against the hem of her nightdress. Rachel was moaning in satisfaction with an occasional word “yeah” thrown in the mix. As George pressed and stretched the muscles, pushing deeper into the corners between Rachel’s thigh and groin, Rachel simultaneously pulled her dress up over her firm round bottom and pressed George’s hand against her cooch.

George could feel the effects of his work on her. Her outer lips were wet and she instantly sighed. “I think I need some attention her.” Her breath deep and sensual. “I just need an orgasm so badly. Can you do that for me?” It was clear as day, Rachel had laid a challenge and had been building him up to this all evening. What could he do. Since missing the train earlier he had become homeless. His good Samaritan was in need. It was only an orgasm. He could do that. He’d just have to make sure that was as far as it went.

He surprised himself in how quickly he settled into his mission. He was working with a deft of touch. An artist’s focus in his efforts towards her climax. escort esenyalı He teased her, Rachel’s quim tingling from the attention she was receiving. George expertly crafted the deepening sensations she developed. Only when he thought she was on the edge did her touch around her clitoral hood. The effect was immediate. George did not deliver Rachel to one orgasm, but two. Her groin pushing back against his hand and legs twitching with the effects of this strong, physical crescendo.

George slowly removed his hand, stroking her skin and replacing her nighty and bed sheets over her bottom. He lay next to her, his head on his pillow looking at the ceiling. He was turned on now. He knew that if he looked at her he would want to take her. The strength of his erotic feelings toward her right now were hard to subdue, but he knew he had to.

Rachel lay on her front. The orgasms she had just experienced were the most amazing she had ever had. Her breath, deep and strong. Her muscles shaking still with surges of sexual adrenaline coursing through her veins. She thought an orgasm would be enough, but after what he had just done to her, she needed more. The most amazing orgasms she had ever experienced were not enough.

She rolled onto her side still debating whether to attempt to initiate more intimacy. She approached him and put her hand on his chest. His body was so pert and firm. She fantasised about being wrapped up in his arms. It was at that moment Rachel knew how far she was willing, no desperate to go. She wanted him inside her.

“That was incredible. You are so skilled at using your fingers.” She turned his face towards her and moved her lips to his. Completely oblivious to his turmoil, or perhaps indignant of it, she kissed him. In what seemed like ages, but to Rachel seemed almost instant, George returned her kiss and they embraced in a hot and passionate intimacy. His hands gripped her arms, stroked her neck and face, and entangled in her hair. Rachel’s fingers fluttered over his torso and slowly over his belly to his underwear. She found his erect penis and began to stroke it through the material. George groaned in pleasure as his member danced in her hands.

“Time for your satisfaction.” Rachel whispered in his ear. She pushed the bed sheets back and knelt beside him. Watching his face for his reaction she lifted her nighty up over her head and discarded it to the floor. His eyes lit up as he ogled this beautiful lady in complete nakedness. Her hands easing his manhood out from their restrictions for better access. She watched him as she wrapped him in her fingers, gently tugging him. George want to close his eyes, to enjoy the sensations, but he desired the view of her angelic, very naughty face, her naked body and her fingers, with a feather light touch, masturbating his tool.

Rachel enjoyed this feeling of domination, kneeling above her man as he helplessly lay there with his most prized possession in her hands. Without taking her eyes off his, until the last second, she slowly bent over his tummy to kiss his prick. It jumped with excitement. She licked the length of his shaft gently cupping his balls in her fingers. His dick twitched and bobbed like a group of head bangers in a mosh-pit. She looked up at him. His eyes closed and mouth parted. He looked pretty red in the face and she wondered whether he had the stamina to handle this, and still fuck her. She also considered whether his climax would be the best end result to these proceedings given then that they wouldn’t have had penetrative sex, which to Rachel seemed like such a big difference, and much more disloyal than what they had so far done.

With wetted and slightly parted lips Rachel kiss the tip of his member and gradually moved her lips over his manhood to take him into her mouth. He groaned and lifted his hips to encourage her to take more of him into her warm and wet mouth. Over some time she teased him with a variety of sensations, pressures, and pace. She had him on the brink of climax several times before she tugged his balls to released their tension and prolong his treatment.

Rachel wanted to deliver pleasure to him in a way similar to the experience she had received. She couldn’t remember the last time she had taken on an act like this with her husband, and certainly not with the level of enthusiasm, experimentation and sensitivity she was demonstrating now. Eventually the pressure built so much that his panting, tense body, and desperate movements of his hips informed her that there was no more holding out. He was going to cum. She took him deeply in her mouth followed by shallow and quick sucks that developed a tension that was just too great. With a great relief he lifted his hips high and ejaculated into her mouth with multiple grunts of satisfaction. Rachel seemingly took it all in her stride, but was taken aback by the force and streams of fluid bursting into her mouth. She was filled with the engorged end of his penis that seemed to enlarge beyond unbelievable proportion and his endless amounts of semen.

George escort güzelyalı lay back exhausted. Rachel wiped her mouth clean before running the tips of her fingers over his hot, firm, glistening body on her way back up the bed to join him with their heads next to each other. Still panting he turned to face her, his underwear still around his thighs. “O-o-Oh my god.” He stammered. “That was beyond amazing. So intense. I have never.” His breath was short as he panted between each statement. Rachel grinned.

“I’m glad I could give you a little of the experience you have me.” She kissed him. A full and passionate kiss. All pretence of their efforts to experience this night as anything other than two friends doing each other a ‘favour’ had well and truly disappeared. They both knew what they desired, and how the rest of the night was going to go.

Chapter Two: A complete submission

George kissed Rachel passionately, stroking her face and hair. Her hand was holding the back of his head as their bodies pressed against each other. He kissed her face, her eyes and cheek. His kisses moved towards her neck as she tilted her head to allow him better access. His kissed were soft and sensual. His fingers drew an outline of her collar bone and upper chest.

George rolled her over onto her back as his caresses continued towards her breasts. He took each one in his hands rolling her nipples between his fingers and thumb. Kissing her breasts and flicking her nipples with his tongue she moved her chest up towards him offering more encouragement.

Rachel ran her fingers through George’s hair occasionally pressing his mouth against her breasts as he nibbled and sucked her nipples with varying intensity and strength. She could feel the effects of his work as a wave of sexual energy began to move through her. As George continued, with enthusiasm to pleasure Rachel’s breasts with his mouth, he reached down to her groin, feeling her legs part, to touch around her already hot and wet pussy. Rachel’s breath became audible interspersed with gentle groans. She felt her feet and lower body getting hotter. The sensation grew and subsided deep within her muscles and skin.

With increasing regularity this feeling covered more of her body each time and began to prickle with more intensity. With each wave Rachel pressed her body more firmly against George’s attentions. Her breasts were being teased by his mouth like a butterfly was fluttering over them. A gentle, cooling breeze as he blew on her nipples. His fingers were pressed firmly against her clitoris moving a little but mostly with changing amounts of pressure like he was quite literally pushing her buttons.

The hot prickly sensations running now in near constant waves throughout her whole body had her writhing Under his touch. She could feel the tension building to such great heights as her body arched against his fingers as stiff as a board. She stopped breathing, body ridged, and eyes closed tight. Her mouth opened and then open further as if she was trying to scream, but the sound was strangled in her throat. Then, with her body shuddering with the release of her orgasm she finally breathed and slowly lowered her shaking hips.

George lifted his head to kiss her lips finding an exhausted woman with a hot breath waiting for him. Once Rachel had recovered she returned his kissed with more passion than ever before. She was entirely and completely grateful for one of the greats orgasms of her life, and she had already had two of those earlier. This man, a colleague she had pretty much ignored at work was making her feel like she had never before. Her whole body was tingling with excitement and complete satisfaction. Rachel knew however, that she desperately needed more.

Rachel placed her hands on George’s shoulders. As she raised herself to her knees she pushed him onto his back. She knelt above him. “I hope you have plenty of stamina, I want you to fuck me all night.” George grinned and raised his hips to assist in Rachel’s attempts to fully remove his underwear. Rachel placed her left knee alongside George’s hips as she swung her leg over his waist and pressed herself against his rock-hard cock. She bent down and kissed him passionately. Firmly, but slowly Rachel rubbed her hot and very wet flaming lips along his shaft. Her attentions brought groans of pleasure from both of them as she increased her pace. George raised his hips pressing himself against her. Once again Rachel could feel the creeping waves of pressure build inside her.

She raised herself to her knees and reached between her legs. Holding his phallus she moved her hand up and down over his shaft before guiding the tip to the entrance of her vagina. She engaged in the intensity of eye contact with George, watching his face as she slowly lowered herself onto his penis. She took him all with ease such was her arousal, but gasped as he filled her completely. She knew he was a well endowed man, but had not anticipated just how much she would feel stretched by him. With each of her movements on top of him she could feel the tension build more strongly within her and she knew another deep and powerful orgasm would soon consume her. Rachel threw her head back as her hips rose and rocked on his thick and powerful tool. It was not lost on her how much more intense each orgasm she experienced was getting and wondered how she would ever be able to give this up beyond tonight.

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It began with a scientific breakthrough in March 2022. Scientists discovered the exact genes in the body and locations in the brain that when expressed or activated made people into greedy assholes and selfish, bigoted cunts.

From there the next step was logical, and was secretly taken the following spring. One virologist developed a virus, airborne, 100% infectious, with a two-month delay before symptoms appeared in which it could spread, which eliminated ONLY the genes in the body and attacked ONLY the locations in the brain which turned people into greedy assholes and selfish, bigoted cunts. The virologist, who taught at a university featuring many international students, then released the virus into the air of the campus one week before spring break.

Nature took care of the rest. Every student, professor, and worker on the campus was infected with it. When spring break hit, the international students all went back to their home countries. The American students scattered throughout the US, most of them heading for the spring break hot spots and some of them heading for home to see their families.

Within three months, everyone on the planet except for a few Inuit and a couple of tribes in Darkest Africa had been infected. But no one knew what was happening. Sure, it was really weird that all the billionaires (except for a few who were known for their charitable impulses) and the 20 million non-billionaires who were the most selfish ordinary people on the planet had all suddenly passed away (autopsies showed massive brain death, making the body unable to function.) As to WHY that had happened, not a damn clue. And the virologist who started the whole thing, his job done, converted all his assets to cash, donated it all to Medecins Sans Frontieres, and quietly died of “natural causes” in his sleep.

People did notice the effects, though, even with the cause unknown. The world became a lot nicer of a place. Humans were working together to help each other, not acting like selfish jerks anymore. Laws were passed and policies and decisions made by governments and businesses to help people. With the absence of bigotry and greed – permanent, as the virus had actually destroyed the genes responsible, making it so they couldn’t be passed on by sexual reproduction – hatred vanished from the planet. Humans began collectively thinking long-term.

[30 years later]

I was part of a collective. We were working to build a new group of houses in what had formerly been known as the state of Utah. (With all humans now working together for the common good, the concept of individual countries and individual escort sultanbeyli states within a country had been discarded 20 years back. I was 5 at the time: it was one of my first memories.)

After a long morning of work, I sat down on a bench to eat lunch. Working next to the Bear River was nice, but the high altitudes were telling on all of us. The Uinta Mountains towered over our heads. Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. The countryside seemed to have been carved by primeval forces. There was a stark grandeur to it.

One of my co-workers joined me on the bench. Her name was Rose. She was six months older than me, having just celebrated her 26th birthday a week before. She had red hair, pretty blue eyes, an oval face with a charming smile, and a toned body with muscular legs. Her chest was firm and decently large, as near as I could tell.

“Hi, Ken.”

“Hi, Rose.”

“You’re a good-looking fella, you know.”

“Me?”

I was five-foot-eight, which made me two inches shorter than Rose. I was slightly stocky, but had no excess fat. My legs weren’t as muscled as hers: my strength was in my arms and upper body. My brown har and brown eyes made me an ordinary person. Nothing particularly stood out.

“Yes, you.”

“I’m glad you think so. You’re gorgeous and could have your pick of anyone. I’m just nondescript.”

“Let’s say I picked you, would you say yes to a date?”

“In a New York minute.”

“How does Saturday sound?”

“Terrific.”

What was even more terrific is that since there were a few thousand of us, we finished the houses we were working on by Friday evening. Now the next team would move in and install the electricity and piping and suchlike in the houses. They were for the Guardians, a group of 30-to-35-year-olds whose job it was to make sure the newly minted adults had their fun in a controlled environment. Want to get drunk? One of the Guardians would host and make sure you were all right. Same with trying marijuana. Nervous about getting involved in a relationship with a fellow newly minted adult? That makes sense, you’re both 18. A Guardian or two would help guide the two of you.

Anyway, Rose and I headed back to our own houses. We lived in what in the 1960’s would have been called a “commune”, but now was just the usual way for people to live. Her room was two buildings over from mine.

I met her the next day in the field. We chatted pleasantly and walked through the crop. It was already up past our waists: in a couple of months it would be ready to harvest. I escort şerifali felt very comfortable with her.

“Shall we watch the movie?”

“Sure.”

Today’s movie was one from the early 1990’s. It was about a homeless man being tricked into being the prey for a group of rich hunters. There was no such thing as homelessness, rich people, or hunting anymore.

“How did people live like that? That sort of society…”

I looked at her. “I don’t know.”

Rose gave me a smile. “Since sex is strictly for pleasure now…”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I’m attracted to you, like I said a few days ago. You’re attracted to me.”

“Why not? We have known each other for years.”

True. We’d been in the same group of newly minted adults and had then resided in the same area. We’d worked together for five years now, although not for money. There was no such thing as money anymore.

We went back to her room. We slid off our robes (everyone wore robes now: they were comfortable and easy to work in.) The chemistry between us was wonderful, and we climbed onto her bed and kissed. She was a good kisser: her tongue happily explored my mouth, and mine did the same to her mouth.

That bit about sex being strictly for pleasure? True, too. Every woman had her eggs harvested as soon as she hit puberty: if she desired a child, she indicated with who, and his sperm was collected and mated with her egg. The child was given to the couple once it had been incubated: that prevented all sorts of complications involving having to go through an actual pregnancy.

I kissed my way happily down towards her breasts. They were even larger than I had thought.

“Back in the days of bras, these would have been called a D cup.”

“They’re stunning, dear.”

I slowly ran my tongue through her cleavage. Her arms gently went around me.

“Mmmmmmm.”

I kissed my way slowly up from the base of Rose’s chest to her nipple, then took it in my mouth. I then repeated the process with her other breast. She made pleased sounds. I suckled gently on her nipple, and she shivered.

“I see you like this as much as I do, Ken.”

My six-and-a-half-inch cock was indeed standing at full mast. Rose rolled me onto my back and shifted her position.

“Let us pleasure each other.”

She swung her body around and lowered her pussy onto my face. Simultaneously, she leaned forward and her tongue licked my cockhead.

“I like how you think, Rose.”

She responded by wrapping her lips around escort söğütlüçeşme the tip of my pole. I licked along her slit, tasting her juices. They were divine. She pressed herself more firmly downward, and I slid my tongue between her folds.

Her tongue traced over my cockhead in a delicate pattern. My pole twitched as she teased the tip. Then she slid her mouth downwards, taking more of me in. I responded by licking her with greater intensity.

Her fingertips rubbed softly against my ball sac. I could feel my balls slowly filling as she stimulated me. I placed my hands on her perfect ass and gently groped her in response.

She moaned and slid her mouth all the way down, letting her tongue slide up and down along my shaft. I maneuvered a finger to her clit and began brushing it, using as delicate a touch as I could muster. She pressed her body downwards more firmly and tightened her legs instinctively.

Her fingers responded by stimulating me more intensely. I drove my tongue deeper inside her and lapped with great energy. Her thighs locked around my head as she approached climax.

I continued to lightly inch my fingertip against her clit. That set her off. She shuddered as she flooded my face with her nectar. I gulped down as much of it as I could. Her body thrashed and her legs locked in place.

When she regained control of herself, she climbed off me. “That was awesome, Ken. Want to make love to me now and finish inside me?”

“I would like that very much.”

“Go for it.” She lay on her back and spread her legs. I positioned myself between them, then eased my cock into her.

“Being inside you feels wonderful.”

“I know,” she grinned. “And you seem to like it too.”

I moved slowly at first, letting us both get adjusted, then established a smooth, steady rhythm. Rose’s body moved with mine. I leaned forward and kissed her.

She wrapped her arms lovingly around me and held the kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and continued making gentle love. Her legs wrapped around my hips.

“Keep going, Ken. That feels great.”

I continued steadily pumping my cock into her box. She began squeezing me with her internal muscles on every thrust, trying actively to drain my balls. I kissed her with more intensity, and her tongue responded by snaking around sexily inside my mouth.

I held her against me more tightly as I approached climax. She could sense my legs tense and she worked her pussy around my throbbing pole.

She hit climax first, locking her legs in place. Her body thrashed and her box spasmed. Her lustful cry way muffled by our intense kiss. That set me off and I gave her what she wanted, shooting jets of my cum into her.

We untangled and lay next to each other, recovering slowly. When we could speak again, Rose smiled at me. “That was exactly what I wanted. I think you should spend more nights with me here and we can do it again.”

I kissed her. “You have a deal.”

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I hope you will excuse my English, as it is not my native language. This is my first submission. I hope you’ll at least find it a bit intriguing. The story is, believe it or not, all true…

I was an ugly kid when I was young. Six feet tall at the age of 14, I just grew another inch the next five years. I had not started filling out my frame. A 14 year old guy does not have enough muscles to fill such a height, so I was totally out of proportions. In addition to that I had facial features fitting for a grown man, and that made me just look peculiar. Add a couple of cheap glasses, and you have your typical geek. My colours were not bad, though: curly blond hair, big, blue eyes and a complexion that allowed me to get nicely tan in the summer.

All this made me unsure when it came to girls, and I didn’t have a girlfriend until I was 22. I met her at a party at university, told her I couldn’t kiss, and she offered to show me how. I guess I was a natural, because the very next day I had had sex for the first time of my life. She became my girlfriend, and not very much later we moved in together. I was in heaven. All through my youth I was sure I would die a single man, but now I had someone who liked me. Beth was not a stunner, but as I was ugly as hell in my own eyes, I felt lucky I got her. In the beginning the sex was great, I thought. We did it at least a couple of times a week, something I regarded as much at the time. There was one problem though. I love nice tits and asses, and though she had a nice bosom, there was not much of an ass on her. In fact she was totally flat. Even I had a bigger ass the she did.

At 24 I had developed a body to fit my height. I had worked out much – as an alternative to fooling around with girls and partying. I had lost my glasses and cut my huge curly hair short. I didn’t quite understand why, but the prettier girls started talking to me. Beth was not very fond of parties or going out. She preferred the coach, TV, crackers and coke. I didn’t like any of it much, but endured dull nights at home just to get the two sessions of sex a week.

It all changed when we moved to another apartment. Our next door neighbour was a girlfriend of Beth’s, a single mom with a one year old boy. She was thrilled by our arrival. Beth and Jane would sit for hours talking, while I sat on the Internet surfing. Jane was not very much like Beth at all when it came to looks. She was 5″1, slim and blonde. My Beth was 5″5, not very slim anymore and a brunette. Still the main difference was Jane’s big ass. It was something totally new for me, and I often admired it when I for some reason walked behind her. When she would bend down to pick up escort sultanbeyli her son, I could help but thinking how it would be to put my hand on it. That winter the four of us went to France together. One of the nights she stated that she hadn’t had a real party since well before she got pregnant, and Beth asked me to take her out drinking. She could baby sit. And so we did. It was a nice evening, and we were really drunk when we headed home to the hotel. We had talked a lot about love, and she admitted that she felt really ugly after the birth.

“Why would a beautiful woman like yourself feel ugly,” I asked, trying to keep focused of walking straight.

“My tits are bigger than before, and my ass is huge and there haven’t been one guy looking twice at me,” she sighed.

I couldn’t help but laugh.

“What’s so funny?”

“Your tits seem nice behind your big sweater, and your ass is to die for. The reason you haven’t seen any man look at you twice, is that they stare at your ass after you’ve passed them,” I said laughingly.

Although she seemed flattered, she would accept my explanation, and when we reached the hotel we innocently bid each other a good night and went to sleep.

Some months later Beth asked me to do her a favour. Jane was feeling itchy sitting in her apartment all alone, and wanted a night out. Beth asked me to once again take Jane out. I had a great time in France, and agreed. So we went out in our home town, and once again had way too much to drink. This time we quickly started to talk about love and sex, and pretty soon Jane asked me if I remembered our talk in France. I admitted as much, and she asked me if I really meant it, or if it was the wine talking.

“You have the sexiest ass I have ever seen, and I would love to touch it and caress it. I dream of seeing it naked,” I confessed.

“Hah! Now it’s the beer talking,” she laughed. But I kept telling her how sexy she was. In the start I meant to boast her self confidence, but the alcohol and the talk made me hard. I started to garb glimpses of her chest, and noticed her nipples were visible through her blouse. Beer makes people need to pee, and when I rose, I just couldn’t help myself:

“See! All this talk has made me hard,” I said with a laugh and ran for the toilet.

When I came back she had a strange look on her face, but the conversation didn’t touch the subject again.

But even if that night ended just as innocent as the one in France, I had started to look at her in another way. I noticed her clothes were getting sexier. She came over to us more often, and was it escort şerifali just my imagination, or did she bend over to cuddle her kid with her ass towards me more often than before?

One evening, as Beth was working a night shift in the hospital, Jane came over to lend some flour. Her boy was asleep, and she was baking bread. I had just been sitting reading erotic stories in the net, and was horny as hell. But I dared not do anything inappropriate. She was, after all, Beth’s closest friend. I gave her the flour, but as I walked her to the door, she didn’t seem to want to go. So we talked for half an hour and the talk again turned to sex. She stated that I had to be wrong about men liking her ass, because she still hadn’t seen anyone check her out.

“You are a crazy woman! You have a wonderful ass! If you would only let me, I would touch it here and now!”

“You are just lying. You really don’t mean that. That’s just something you say to make me feel better,” she said and turned to grab the doorknob.

All the talking for all these months had made me bolder, and as she turned I put my hand on her ass and just squeezed a little.

“I really mean it Jane,” I said hoarsely and looked her straight in her shocked eyes.

“You shouldn’t be doing that,” she whispered back, but didn’t move to make me draw my hand back.

That made me bolder, and I started to slowly stroke her jeans clad ass.

“It is soft, and warm and sexy. I still would love to see it naked.”

She didn’t say anything, but kept looking at me with eyes deep as the deepest well. She seemed to consider what to do. I am not kidding, but we stayed like that for ten minutes: our eyes locked and me stroking her ass. Then my boldness grew, and with my other hand I slowly reached for her breast. She didn’t move, and let me squeeze it softly. A moan slipped out of both of us as we made contact. Then we stood there for another five minutes, eyes locked and me stroking and squeezing.

In the end I couldn’t handle it anymore. I gently took her by the arm and led her towards our kitchen. She walked in front of me, but before she got to turn around towards me, I gently pushed her forward towards one of the chairs, and started stroking her ass with both hands. She just stood there, breathing slowly and arching her back a little. Then I let my hands slide under her blouse, up over her back and forward towards her breasts. She let me. I cupped them, and as I did, my erect cock pressed against her ass.

That was her cue. She pressed back, turned her head towards me and our lips locked. Like crazy we grinded escort söğütlüçeşme towards each other while our tongues fought over control in the other’s mouth.

“I need to see your ass,” I panted. She just moaned, and I let her tits go to unzip her jeans. They were tight fitting, but in one fast pull they were down by her feet. As I marvelled over the sight of her smooth white ass, she stepped out of the jeans and pushed her ass further against me. My hands were all over that wonderful ass. I just couldn’t stop caressing it. But soon one of my hands found her ass crack, and it followed it down to her pussy. All the time she was mumbling “We shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t do this”. But her body told me something else. When my fingers found her slit, she sighed and arched her back even more. Then it snapped in my head. I don’t remember opening my pants, but suddenly I had my cock buried in her pussy, feeling it clinging to my cock like she never would let me go. That soft and big ass pressed against my stomach made me a crazed man. I couldn’t help myself. I couldn’t be gentle. I just took her hard and fast, grunting my lust. And she moaned and kept up her mantra “We shouldn’t do this. We shouldn’t do this”.

I could feel it build in my balls, but I guess she could as well. She pulled me out and turned to me.

“I want to be on top. The bed. Now!”

Then our lips locked again, and kissing and tearing at each others clothes we stumbled into the bedroom. When she pushed me back on the bed, she still had her bra on, but it took her no time to get rid of that as well. Then she jumped into the bed and straddled me.

“We shouldn’t do this, you know that,” she sneered at me as she grabbed my cock and guided it into her.

Then she started fucking me like a maniac. I kept my hands on her hips and ass, staring at her tits bouncing up and down from her frantic fucking.

“You shouldn’t have done this. I haven’t had sex for so long, and now you unleashed me,” she hoarsely panted as she dug her nails in my chest.

“I could get used to having this big cock of yours inside me,” she continued, and slammed down on me.

We kept on for ever it seemed. I watched drops of sweat running down between her breasts as she arched her back, threw her head back and screamed “I am cuuuumming!” Then she shook violently. I grabbed her hips and started bucking hard up against her. My cum was rising, and with one loud roar I let it spew into her.

Ten minutes later she still was on top of me, but now lying still just panting from her orgasm. “We shouldn’t have done this” she kept saying, playing with the hairs on my chest. I had a big lump in my stomach. Just now I remembered Beth. I felt awful. But I knew I wanted to feel a REAL ass against me again. After a while Jane stirred, got up and got her clothes.

“I should get going,” she said – not looking at me at all. I just nodded, and saw her leaving the room.

Later, when I went into the kitchen, the flour was still there on the table.

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