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It was late in the afternoon when the phone rang and my girlfriend Julia went to answer it. After talking for a few minutes, she put the phone down.

“It’s Susie,” she said. “She wants to come over.”

“You told her it was okay I hope,” I replied.

“Yeah. I knew you wouldn’t mind.”

“No, not at all.”

Susie was a beautiful brunette and a long time friend of Julia’s. They’d been friends since high school and we had enjoyed many nights out together with her and her then boyfriend Mark who she had broken up with a few months ago.

“She’s feeling really down,” Julia told me. “She can’t seem to get a date.”

“I find that hard to believe,” I said. Susie was one of the hottest women, besides my Julia, on the planet, or so I thought. She also had one of the hottest asses I had ever seen and her tits weren’t big but were real nice to look at. She often dressed without a bra and you could see her nipples pressed up against the fabric of the t-shirt or silk blouse she was wearing.

“What’s the problem?” I asked. “I mean, c’mon, she’s a real hottie.”

“Calm down,” Julia said smiling.

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t know. Anyway, I thought if we invited her over maybe we could cheer her up a little. Maybe relax in the hot tub, have a few drinks.”

The thought of getting in the hot tub with these two got my blood running. I started having fantasies of a three-way orgy but put it out of my mind. If nothing else, at least I would get a chance to see her friend naked. That in itself was a treat.

“When’s she coming over?” I asked.

“She’ll be here around dinner time. I asked her to eat supper with us. Then we can see what happens.”

There was a mischievous look in Julia’s eyes that got me wondering. What did she have in mind? I guess I would find out later that night.

Julia was dressed up in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Her brown hair hung down to her shoulders and her plump breasts and firm nipples showed through her t-shirt since she wasn’t wearing a bra. I imagined she probably wasn’t wearing panties either since she often walked around the house naked or practically naked all the time. She had a real nice camel toe pussy, which she kept shaved. My girl had a gorgeous ass herself and the cut-off Levis shorts she was wearing just barely covered her. She had them pulled down low on her waist and her t-shirt was a midriff, which came down just below her tits.

“Wow!” I said. “You’re looking sexy tonight.”

“Nice of you to notice,” she said.

I was wearing some bush shorts and a tank top, Julia told Susie to dress casual and so I did the same.

The doorbell rang around 5:30 and Julia opened the door to let Susie in. She was dressed in a pair of hip hugger jeans and a button down cotton blouse that was unbuttoned just low enough to be dangerous. I could tell she was bra-less and wondered if she was panty-less as well.

“Well c’mon in!” Julia said. “Don’t you look nice?”

“Thanks so much for having me over,” Susie said.

“No problem,” Julia replied. “It’s nice to have company.

After dinner, we all sat down in the living room to enjoy some rich red wine that Julia had picked up earlier in the week. Julia sat next to Susie on the couch while I sat across from them in an easy chair.

We talked about work and movies for a while and then the topic turned to Susie’s love life.

“I just can’t believe you aren’t dating anyone right now,” Julia remarked.

“Oh, it’s not that I can’t, it’s just that I haven’t met anyone that really turns me on that much.”

“That’s too bad,” Julia said.

“I wish I was as lucky to have someone like Justin here,” Susie said, looking at me.

“Yeah, I’m pretty lucky, I have to admit,” was Julia’s answer. “He’s got a nice big cock too,” she said with a smile.

“Yeah, I know,” said Susie. “So you’ve told me.”

“Wanna see it?” joked Julia?

“You can’t be serious!” Susie gasped.

“C’mon, I don’t mind,” said Julia. “We were going to see if you wanted to join us in the hot tub later anyway.”

“Wow! That does sound nice. I think I’ll take you up on that.”

Julia jumped up and pulled off her top and pulled down başakşehir escort her shorts. She wasn’t wearing panties after all. Susie took off her top to and I got to see her hot little titties. Then she took off her jeans. She had on a pair of white, silk panties that she pulled down exposing her beautiful, shaved snatch that had just enough of a camel toe to make a guy get an erection which I did have by the time I had gotten my shorts and tank top off.

“Wow! You weren’t joking,” said Susie, looking at my hard dick, which I didn’t even try to hide. “It is big!”

“You can touch it if you want to,” said Julia.

“You don’t mind?”

“No, not at all I’m sure Justin doesn’t mind either, do you Justin?”

“If it’s okay with you dear, it’s okay with me,” was my response.

“Susie walked over to me and started fondling my balls. Then she moved her hand up to start feeling my very hard, nine inch cock which got harder when she started caressing it and sliding her hand up and down over it.

“Ooh! It is nice,” Susie said. “I wonder what if feels like?”

“Incredible. I can tell you from personal experience,” said Julia. “You can find out for yourself if you want, I mean, I know it’s been awhile for you. Maybe a good fucking is all you need.”

“Are you sure?” Susie asked.

“Hey, you’re my friend and what are friends for if not for sharing?” said Julia. “Let’s head towards the bedroom.”

“What about the hot tub?” Susie asked.

“We can do that after,” Julia told her.

So we headed for the bedroom. Julia led Susie by the hand, me following. My erection bobbed as I walked behind these two hot assed women walking in front of me holding hands.

“Before we get started, you need to do something for me,” said Julia.

“What’s that?” Susie asked.

“I need a kiss.”

“Sure, I can do that.”

With that, Julia pulled Susie towards her, they wrapped their arms around each other and started to make out, right in front of me. I couldn’t believe my eyes. They had their mouths open and were tongue kissing for about a minute or so and then they stopped and pecked each other on the lips.

“Thanks,” said Susie. “I needed that.”

“Justin,” said Julia. “You want some of this?” she said indicating Susie.

I didn’t need any further prompting. I walked forward and pulled Susie towards me. Her body was pressed up to mine and my very hard pecker and balls were pressed against her shaved vulva. I slid my hand down to her ass as we kissed. Her firm ass felt good in my hand. She opened her mouth and gave me everything she had while Julia stood there and watched. After awhile, Julia came up and joined us and the three of us stood there taking turns kissing each other while our hands explored each other’s bodies. I can’t tell you how intense the feeling is to have two women kissing you and feeling your cock at the same time or how wonderful it is to be able to feel two incredible asses at the same time while these two women made out with each other.

After awhile Julia pushed me to the bed and sat me down. “He’s all yours,” she said to Susie.

Susie kissed me on the mouth and then started kissing my neck and chest, slowly working her way down to my stomach. She moved my hard pecker out of the way while she kissed my stomach, then down to my pubic area. She pushed my legs apart and moved my balls so that she could kiss next to them before licking them and sucking them, all the while with her hand holding my cock. After that she moved her lips up and kissed and licked my dick all over. Kissing the shaft. Kissing the head and even sticking her tongue down inside the hole at the top of my cock before plunging it into her mouth. She sucked on the head at first before sliding the entire nine inches down inside her mouth. I couldn’t believe it. She had my entire cock in her mouth and held it there for a while, while resting her hands on my balls. I looked down and watched her and marveled that she could get the entire thing in her mouth. She slowly raised her head to the tip and then slowly slid her mouth down again. She did this several times, slowly raising her head and slowly escort istanbul lowering it while her tongue touched the area just under the head, licking that area to give me a tremendous rush. She started fondling my balls more and speeding up her head thrusts as the intensity grew. I looked next to me to see Julia sitting there on the bed with her legs spread and masturbating while watching her friend give me head. She turned to me and kissed me and then went back to masturbating. I could tell she was enjoying this and was surprised to see how turned on she could get, watching me with another woman and not getting jealous. Finally I could take no more. I felt the pressure building till I exploded in Susie’s mouth. She kept her mouth on me and I could see her throat move as she swallowed my cum down.

“Wow!” was all I could say.

“You enjoy that honey?” Julia asked.

“Immensely,” I replied.

“Good, now it’s my turn,” she said and grabbed Susie up and laid her down on the bed. She lay on top of Susie kissing her and sucking her tits while Susie ran her hands over Julia’s ass. I laid next to them watching as they worked each other over. Julia slid down Susie’s body till she got to her vulva, which she kissed over and over again while I kissed Susie and sucked on her tits.

“Goddamn this feels good!” Susie said with passion. “I’m loving this. This is fantastic.”

Julia moved her head between Susie’s legs and started licking. I have to admit that I had never seen my woman licking another woman’s pussy before and I really enjoyed watching. She seemed to know what she was doing. Susie’s legs were parted as far as they could go. Julia had her hand on Susie’s left thigh and was holding it up so that she could get better access to Susie’s gorgeous cunt. By the way Susie was moaning and sighing I could tell that Julia was hitting all the right places. Susie had her eyes closed and seemed to be enjoying every minute of the experience. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop sucking my tits!” she exclaimed. I sucked her tits, kissed her mouth and kissed her stomach as Julia worked on her pussy. Soon I could tell that Susie was reaching a climax. Her body tensed and she started moaning as she arched her back and let out a gasp and flooded Julia’s mouth with her orgasm.

“God! That was unbelievable. Thank-you!” she said and leaned forward to kiss Julia on the mouth before turning to kiss me. “That was the best damned sex I’ve ever had.”

“Well, we’re not done yet,” said Julia. “I haven’t cum yet.”

“Just give me a minute to catch my breath,” said Susie.

“Oh that’s okay,” Julia replied. “You can just watch for awhile.

With that, Julia and I started making out while Susie watched.

“Let’s do a 69,” said Julia and with that, she laid me down on the bed and sat backwards on my face before leaning forward to put my new erection in her mouth. Susie watched as we performed oral sex on each other in front of her. It lasted for a good while with Julia pumping her mouth up and down on my cock while I stuck my tongue inside her pussy and licked her clit. We were both moaning with pleasure when Julia stopped and said. “I wanna get fucked now. Let’s do it this way,” she said, positioning herself on her knees in front of me with her back to me. “This way Susie can get a better view.”

She grabbed my dick and put it inside of her. Susie had a perfect view of my cock inside of Julia’s pussy. I was in deep, all the way to the balls. Julia held me there for a while, turning back to give me a long, deep kiss while I squeezed her tits and played with her nipples. When she stopped, I could see that Susie was on her knees in front of us, sucking Julia’s tits. She stopped for a minute and started making out with Julia and feeling her tits while the two of us started fucking. We moved slowly at first with Susie alternating between making out with Julia and then me while Julia occasionally turned to kiss me and let Susie suck her tits. Soon Susie was next to the two of us. I was grabbing her ass and kissing her while Julia moved her pussy up and down on my cock. We fucked quite awhile in that position before Julia moved forward, put her hands on the bed and let me fuck beykent escort her from behind. This is when things got really intense. We were fucking pretty hard while Susie continued to make out with me, her hand on my ass, pushing me deeper into Julia’s cunt. She started whispering in my ear as well. “You like that pussy? That pussy feel good?” and “I love to watch you two fucking. You gonna fuck me like that later.” I turned to kiss her. “Yeah baby. I will.” I said.

Finally I could see that Julia was on the brink of an orgasm so I let go and came inside her as she let go herself with a tremendous moan and let her orgasm overtake her.

“Wow! You two were really goin’ at it,” Susie said.

“Don’t worry, you’ll get your chance,” Julia replied. “I think it’s time to relax in the hot tub. Why don’t we go out there and have another glass of wine?”

We all headed into the hot tub. The water felt relaxing. I sat in between two of the most beautiful women I knew. Our legs were entwined and both Julia and Susie rested their heads on my shoulders.

“That was some of the best fucking I’ve ever experienced my dear,” Julia said, stopping to kiss me on the lips.

“You two looked really good together,” said Susie. Julia leaned forward across my chest and tongue kissed Susie, resting one hand behind her head and the other on my thigh.

After awhile, Susie started to get out of the tub.

“I guess I’d better get going,” she said.

“Oh no you don’t,” Julia retorted. “You’re spending the night. We’re not even close to finished with you yet.” And with that, we all got up and headed back to the bedroom after toweling off.

“I haven’t watched Justin fuck you yet and that’s something I’m really looking forward to,” said Julia. “In fact, one of my fantasies has been to watch him fuck another woman while she ate my pussy. Do you think you can handle that?”

“I can sure give it a try,” Susie replied.

With that, Susie and Julia sat down on the bed and started making out again. After awhile, Julia laid Susie out on the bed and positioned herself with her ass on Susie’s face so that they were in a 69 position. I watched as they went at it. They clearly seemed to be enjoying themselves judging by the sounds coming out of them. They were going at for a good little while when Julia raised her head up and beckoned me to come forward. She pulled me to her and kissed me while fondling my already hardened pecker.

“You want some of that pussy?” she asked. I nodded. “Tell me. Tell me you want to fuck that hot little cunt.”

“Yeah baby. I want to fuck that hot little cunt.”

“That’s a good boy,” she said and with that, she grabbed my cock and placed it inside of Susie’s pussy.

I could hear Susie let out a moan as I slid all nine inches inside of her. Julia was watching me and moaning herself. “We’re going to have one big fucking orgasm together,” she said. “Now, fuck that little pussy!”

I started moving inside of Susie’s cunt while Julia held onto my shoulders for support. She had her eyes closed and was definitely enjoying herself. She opened her eyes and looked at me. “I’ve always wanted to watch you fuck another women,” she told me and then we had one of the most passionate kisses I’ve ever experienced. She leaned back and watched me thrust my cock inside of Susie’s hot little cunt. Susie had her legs wrapped around my waist and was pulling me inside of her harder and harder with her legs. We fucked as hard as we could while Julia watched, occasionally leaning forward to kiss me. When I couldn’t hold it anymore I let go with an awesome orgasm, shooting my jism inside of Susie’s pussy. I could tell by the way she reacted that that was all she needed to let go herself and cum. By the look on Julia’s face I could tell that she had come too.

I pulled away from Susie and pulled my cock out of her as Julia got off her face. We both lay next to Susie and took turns kissing her and each other.

“Did you cum?” Susie asked Julia.

“I sure as fuck did,” said Julia. “Did you?”

“I came several times,” said Susie. “And I could tell by the way that Justin came inside me that he did too.”

We all lay down on the bed and Julia threw a comforter over us. I lay down on the bed with Susie on one side of me and Julia on the other, both of them resting their heads on my shoulders with their legs lying on top of mine. I couldn’t believe how good I felt.

“By the way,” said Julia. “We’re doing this again in the morning.” And with that, we all fell asleep.

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She couldn’t help it. She wanted her best friend’s boyfriend.

She and Melissa had been friends all their lives, ever since they’d met in grade five. Now they were twenty two and living together as roommates. Melissa was tall and willowly, with long red hair and wide green eyes. She smiled and laughed a lot, but didn’t do that well in college. Jess, on the other hand, was the straight A student, very voluptuous (double D breasts, even though she was only five three) and the one who dated lots.

But Melissa had met Jon at a mutual friend’s party last month, and they’d been together ever since. Every time Jess thought about how she’d turned down going to that party to study, she was so disappointed.

Jon was gorgeous. Over six feet tall, he was on the swim team and had a lean, hard body and broad shoulders. More importantly, he had the biggest dick Jess had ever seen.

She had come to see it one day when she’d walked into her bathroom and found him jerking off on their gaziosmanpaşa escort toilet. Even though she’d known she should go, Jess couldn’t help but linger in the doorway, staring at the huge piece of meat rising stiff from those strong, practiced hands. She watched as he stroked up and down the shaft, pausing to play with his balls and circle a thumb around the edge of the head. The massive cock shuddered and throbbed under Jess’s fascinated eyes.

She left before he came, but she could hear him moan through the wall. When she got to her bedroom, she could feel that her panties were already soaking through their thin fabric. She took it off as quickly as she could and lay under her covers. Her finger slid right into her hole and she started moving it in and out, in and out, faster and faster under the bed underneath her was soaking with her own juices. She thought of being speared from behind with that massive cock and she escort istanbul was suddenly so horny her finger wasn’t enough. Frantically, she reached out and yanked a candle from its holder on her night table. She fucked herself furiously, biting her lips to keep from crying out in pain or pleasure.

Now, Jess knew better than anyone why he’d been wacking off that night – Melissa was a virgin, and intended to stay that way until marriage. She would kiss, she would allow a little touching, but she definitely wouldn’t have any kind of sex. It must be so frustrating for someone with a cock like that, Jess thought. And so their life went on, until late one Tuesday evening after her last class, Jess tiredly came home. She saw that Melissa’s bedroom door was closed, so she figured it would be another night with her candle and the thin wall. Just as she was about to close her own door – her pussy already wet in anticipation – she heard a strange sound coming from esenler escort Melissa’s room. It sounded like a muffled scream.

Slowly, she walked across the hall and opened the door. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

Melissa’s hand and feet were tied together with black rope so her cute round ass stuck out in the air and her firm breasts hung under her. She had a gag and a blindfold on, her frightened face turned to Jess as she opened the door. Jon sat on the bed, stroking his massive cock into life and staring at Melissa.

Jess knew she should be disgusted, and she was really. Her best friend was about to be raped in her own home! But the sight of that glorious cock again, and of her own friend’s gorgeous body sent shivers through her body.

Jon looked up at her, saw her staring not at her friend, but at his dick and smiled at her. He put a finger to his lips and smiled deeper when she closed the door.

He stood up and walked beside Melissa, slapping her tight ass. “You teasing little bitch,” he hissed, not smiling anymore. “You’ll get what’s coming to you.”

He reached over and pulled her ass cheeks apart, then smiled at Jess and motioned her over. “Eat her out,” he whispered in her ear, sliding one beautifully sculptured arm around her. “You know you want to.”

To Be Continued…

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The average Black woman living on the continent of North America or the United Kingdom is deathly allergic to bisexual Black men. While the White community is slowly becoming more tolerant of gays, lesbians and bisexuals, the Black community is actually regressing on its stance on sexual orientation. It’s not just homophobic Black males who make life hell for gay Black men and bisexual Black men, it’s also insecure Black females who are threatened by male sexual experimentation and fear losing their men to the queer side of the force.

If one really pays attention, one would notice that it’s insecure Black women who call a Black man’s masculinity into question if he doesn’t do what she tells him, or behaves the way she thinks a Black man ought to behave. Most Black men stopped caring what other men, of all races, do with their private lives a long time ago. The brothers are too busy dealing with bigots in uniforms, trying to eke out a living and take care of their families to worry about bullshit. Still, social pressure is definitely a powerful force…

Fear of what is considered alien or other, especially in a sexual sense, is a major problem in the Black community. That’s why so many young Black men act thuggish because they don’t want their masculinity questioned, and also want to get at those Black females who like thuggish behavior. To be different is to be targeted. That’s why most Black males who feel attracted to both sexes keep it to themselves. The only “out” Black men are those who are one hundred percent gay and have never had any sexual desire for females.

Meet Noor Hamideh, a six-foot-tall, deliciously big-bottomed and downright bodacious young Black Muslim woman living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. She’s originally from the nation of Mauritania, one of the most homophobic places on the planet Earth. You can get killed for being queer over there. This freaky Black arnavutköy escort female and avowed sensualist broke out of that restrictive and conservative background and embraced her passion for sexual experimentation.

Noor left her hometown of Nouadhibou, in the heart of Mauritania, at the age of twenty and moved to the Capital region of Canada for university studies. While earning her MBA from Carleton University, Noor has slept with both women and men in her time, but she definitely prefers men. No bones about it, ladies and gentlemen. Oh, and the lady craves not just any kind of men, either. Noor has a serious craving for bisexual Black Muslim men…

From the moment that Noor Hamideh met Bashir Osman and Karim Ali, she knew that these two Muslim brothers, originally from the proud African nation of Somalia, were switch-hitters. She was walking around the University Center Building at Carleton University when she spotted the two of them. Just a couple of brothers hanging around the big display put on by the Black student groups in honor of Black History Month on the Carleton University campus. Noor simply had to have these two, and what the feisty Mauritanian gal wants, she usually gets…

“Go on, Bashir, don’t be shy, suck his dick,” Noor Hamideh said, watching as Bashir Osman grabbed Karim Ali’s dick and began sucking on it greedily. The three of them were getting their freak on in the master bedroom of Noor’s Kanata townhouse. The tall, curvy, dark-skinned young Black woman pinched her nipples with one hand and masturbated with the other, thrusting her fingers deep inside her already wet pussy. There was absolutely nothing Noor loved seeing more than hot Black man to Black man action…

“Doing the best I can,” Bashir said, and he nodded and sucked Karim’s dick with gusto, causing the slender, tattooed, escort istanbul chocolate-skinned and Afro-sporting young man to groan. The three of them had known each other for a while. At a time when a lot of Black women were getting their swirl on with white guys, Noor still loved the Black man…he just couldn’t be straight because she found straight Black males boring. To Noor, a bisexual Black Muslim man like Bashir was the icing on the cake because he would at least be open to her kind of kink…

“Man this is hot,” Karim said, and the slim young Black dude smiled at Bashir, who was sucking his dick, then winked at Noor. The young Black woman drew closer, and kissed Karim while Bashir sucked his dick and polished his balls. When Karim finally came, Bashir drank some of it but was almost pushed aside by Noor, who greedily sucked Karim’s cum alongside him. Bashir marveled at Noor’s dick sucking technique. This freaky Mauritanian Muslim female was most definitely something else…

“I love me a man who sucks a mean dick but brothers beware, this sister can suck dick better than any man,” Noor said, winking at Bashir, before kissing him. Just like that, they continued with their fun. Noor grabbed Bashir’s dick and began sucking on it, and the young bisexual Somali Muslim man sighed in pleasure, loving what the Mauritanian temptress was doing to him. Meanwhile, Karim stroked his dick, watching intently as Noor fellated his good buddy Bashir like only she could. Dammit this woman is freaky, Karim thought admiringly.

“Got room for one more?” Karim asked, and Noor paused from sucking Bashir’s dick and winked at him. When Noor shook her big dark booty at him, Karim grinned and rubbed his dick against it. Without further ado, Karim rolled a condom on his dick and pushed his way into Noor’s sweet pussy. Noor sighed happily as Karim began fucking her and continued sefaköy escort to suck Bashir’s dick. When Bashir finally came, Noor thrust a finger up his ass and then drank his seed. Pleasure mixed with pain, that’s Noor’s motto in the bedroom…

“Fuck me, both of you,” Noor demanded, even as Karim smacked her big Mauritanian ass and slammed his dick into her pussy. Bashir stroked himself as he watched his buddy Karim fuck their lovely lady friend, and then once sufficiently hard he rejoined the action. Noor grinned as Bashir rubbed his dick against her lips, and she sucked him long enough to get him real good and hard, for she wanted his dick in another hole of hers…

“Man, I’m down with that,” Bashir said, as, per Noor’s wishes, he and Karim switched positions. Karim lay on the bed while Bashir came up behind Noor, who got sandwiched between them. Impaled on Karim’s dick, Noor licked her lips, loving the way the Somali stud’s dick filled her up. Meanwhile, Bashir grabbed some condoms and lube, and made excellent use of them. He smeared some lube on Noor’s butt hole, then pushed his dick into her. A sharp squeal escaped Noor’s full, succulent lips as Bashir’s dick filled her asshole…

Noor rode Karim hard, and Bashir rammed his dick into her asshole, fucking her like there was no tomorrow. In their private sessions, Bashir loved fucking the hell out of his good buddy Karim’s asshole. Face down and ass up, that’s the way that Karim liked to get fucked, and Bashir didn’t mind servicing the hell out of his fellow Somali’s cute ass. Noor’s ass was different, much bigger and meatier, since she was female, but also quite fun to fuck. Bashir loved the way Noor’s asshole gripped his dick, and he fucked her with gusto.

“Have mercy on me,” Noor squealed as Karim and Bashir took her to the edge, slamming their dicks into her holes without mercy. Thusly the two bisexual Somali Muslim studs worked their curvaceous Mauritanian Muslim goddess over, until she tapped out. They pulled their dicks out of her used up holes, and took a breather. Moments later, the three of them collapsed on the cum-soaked, sweat-fused bed, and happier than they’d been in ages. A good time was definitely had by all…

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In the first episode, there was a party of young friends at Kimmie’s house. She asked her ex-boyfriend, a sports jock, to go upstairs and talk with her divorced mother, Ann about her possibly dating Matt’s, divorced dad. Ann had taken a medical marijuana pill that made her horny and one thing led to another and Matt experienced great MILF sex and she, great young stud sex. Do read the first episode. It’s a good erotic tale.

In this episode, Matt goes back down to the party and hooks up with his ex-girlfriend.

Matt

Ann says, “You better get back downstairs. They must be wondering what happened to you.”

I get dressed and head back down in a bit of a daze. When I get down to the rec room, I see Kimmie coming towards me. Most of the lights are off and folks are dancing, and some are making out on the sofas in the semi-darkness, your normal party.

She says over the music, “You were quite a while. Does my mom want to meet your dad for a date?”

“Yes, she liked the idea. She sounded like she wants to get out and hook up with a man.”

Kimmie

Matt is such a hunk. He took my virginity last year and we went out for a few months. I had to break up with him when he fucked my BFF, Mandy. It was an insult. I’ve had sex with two other guys since then but they were nothing compared to the mind-blowing sex we used to have. Matt was always so in control, so much a real man. The other boys were shy like me. The sex was never the same.

Tonight, I’ve been smoking grass and have had a couple of beers. It’s been a real turn-on watching these couples making out. My period is due next week, and I always get so horny around this time of my cycle. Matt looks so sexy. I’m sure I’m blushing for thinking all these lusty thoughts. Thank goodness the lights are low or he’d see it.

Matt

Isn’t Kimmie acting all sweet and nice standing there with her hands joined behind her back and thrusting her chest with those sweet, little titties at me. When we were going out, she used to act all submissive and cute like this when she wanted to fuck. I’m thirsty after fucking her mom.

“Kimmie, can you get me a beer?”

“Sure, Matt. Whatever you want.”

Hmmm. I wonder what that means? I love the way her tight little ass grinds in those short-shorts as she walks away to get the brew. I love it when you see some bare ass below the denim of a girl’s shorts. Kimmie is a great gal and a super fuck. I really blew it when I fucked around on her. I just can’t stop trying new pussy.

I see most of the folks have left but the ones still here are coupled up and making out like crazy. Those two dancing slow over there are groping each other like nobody else is here. They should get a room. I’ll have a beer and leave. Sex with Kimmie’s mom was great and I have a rugby game tomorrow.

Here comes Kimmie. What a sweetie. She looks a lot like her mom but is more petite, slimmer hips and smaller boobs. She has that shine of innocence where her mother has an air of experience. Her hair is short like the girls wear it nowadays. She’s really put together very nice. Those denim shorts are so tight that you can see a distinct camel-toe notch in her crotch. Women like to see a big package at a guy’s crotch. It turns me on to see a deep, denim hugging crotch.

“Here’s your beer. Do you want to do a joint?”

“No thanks. I’ve got to drive. Where’s your boyfriend? I thought you had one.”

“No, that ended a month ago. How about you?”

“I’m not dating anyone seriously. University starts in a couple of months and it’s not good to start anything serious.”

“I hear you.”

“I’m just going to finish this beer and leave. Thanks for inviting me. I really feel badly about what happened between us. I was stupid.”

“Forget it. Shit happens. No stay and keep me company. These other guys are busy making out.”

Kimmie

Matt is so tall. His body was strong when we went out, but he looks like he’s put on a lot more muscle in the last year. I can’t help looking down at his package. His penis is magnificent. I didn’t realize it until I’d been with two other boys who were just normal. Live and learn.

I give him a big hug. His body is so hard and manly. Wow, sexy memories are flashing back.

“Please stay. Pretty please.”

“Sure Kimmie. I just thought you might be pissed at me.”

“No way. That’s ancient history. Come over here and sit with me.”

The sofa is a long one with a couple kissing and groping at one end. Matt sits at the other end so the horny couple is behind me. I’m shy around couples getting it on. I can hear their grunts and moaning as they make out as if we’re not here. They’re both high.

Matt

I must have been upstairs a long time. The party has really slowed down. There’s a couple dancing to slow sexy music and the horny couple at the other end of the sofa. Looks like I’m the only sober person here. Kimmie is kind of blasted and the others are in their own worlds.

Kimmie is so pretty. She is maslak escort always bright and cheery. What a sweet girl. I love that silky blouse she’s wearing. She’s unbuttoned it quite a bit, the little tart. Her push-up bra makes her titties look like they’re overflowing. She has such great tits, just a handful each. Fuck Matt, you always have sex on the brain. You should ease up on the steroids. They make you horny all the time.

The couple behind Kimmie are really getting into it. He has his hand inside her shorts and she’s stroking the crotch of his jeans.

Hell, even in the semi-darkness I see it’s Jason. He’s built strong, broad-shouldered and tall. He’s my rugby team’s center, the big, strong base of the scrum. His hair is cut very short in a military cut, but it’s blazing blonde colour gives away his Nordic ancestry. He’s handsome in very masculine way that the girls love. He was the only guy in our school that was hornier and fucked more girls than me. We had a few four-way group sessions that were memorable.

Angie is the typical girl Jason loves to date, gorgeous, athletic, muscular and often tall. I recognize her as a star center on the girl’s basketball team, over six feet tall. She has dark hair with a short boyish cut. His preference for big, strong girls is why we never dated the same ones. I like petite, feminine girls like Kimmie. His type seems too masculine. Well, each to their own.

Kimmie says, “You and my mom must have had a good chat.” She’s sitting cross-legged facing me on the sofa. The material in the crotch of her shorts are stretched tight revealing the outline of her pussy lips. Fuck, I remember how sweet her pussy tasted. Her question rolls around in my sex fogged brain as I my eyes eat up her sexy body. My mind flashes a picture of her mother shouting ‘Do me” as I drilled her hot pussy.

I smile and say, “Yes, you can say that. She’s amazing.”

Jason looks over and recognizes me. His date has her back to me. He gives me a big evil wink and grabs her ass.

He says loud enough for us to hear, “Oh Angie, I love the feel of your ass.” He breaks out into a bog shit-ass grin.

Kimmie

Holy shit, what are those guys doing behind me? That Angie is such a slut, beautiful, but a slut. All this heavy groping in the room is a turn on. The grass and beer are revving my engine. I haven’t had sex in a month. I’m so glad Matt’s here. I’ve felt so alone all night. The way his eyes are drilled into my crotch, is so erotic. I hope he sees how I’m checking out his package. I broke up with my boyfriend three weeks ago. I’ve run the batteries down on my vibrator. It makes me jealous to see all these couples being together.

Matt’s eyes are now looking over me at the couple behind with a horny look on his face. I remember that look before we made love. God, it he so handsome and the sex was mind-blowing. He was my first and by far the best. What harm would it do if we hooked up tonight? Can we be friends with benefits? That would be so good.

I slide over to him and say, “Matt, I’m freezing. Snuggle me and warm me up.”

“Of course, babe. Come on in.”

I press my chest to his and he wraps his strong arms around me. It makes me feel so feminine and safe being held by this strong guy.

Matt

Holy shit, that’s a surprise. She’s holding me tight with her luscious tits pressed up against my chest. My face is in her hair and it smells so girlish. She is tiny but so well built. My hands instinctively cup her butt-cheeks like when we were dating. She has such a tiny, sweet butt. My mind flashes to the feel of her mother’s womanly ass and my cock splitting her hairy beaver. The thought gives me an instant woody.

I look over at Jason and his babe. She’s on his lap facing me and he’s unbuttoning her blouse. His hand is cupping her braless, full breast and she’s looking me straight in the eye with a proud horny look on her face with not an ounce of shame. Fuck, exhibitionist Jason has found his match. What a horny sight.

I cup Kimmie’s sweet butt. It’s just a normal reflex like what we used to do when we were going out. She hugs my chest tighter as a signal this is all okay. Not to be undone by Jason, I whisper just loud enough for the others to hear, “Your ass feels as good as I remember it.” I massage it deep with both hands in the naked fleshy part below her shorts. Kimmie gives a little whimpering sigh and hugs me even closer. Holy fuck, she’s into this.

She whispers, “I remember your hands on my bum. It was so good.”

That seals it. She’s into this.

I look over and see the couple that was dancing leave. It’s just the four of us on the sofa now.

Kimmie

Jeez, I’ve never been in a room where another couple is getting it on. It’s embarrassing but very erotic. Matts hands on my bum feel so good. It might be fun to make out for a while. Then Matt and I can go up to my room and make love. Mom lets me have boys over since I turned eighteen.

I escort istanbul kiss Matt’s rock-hard chest through his t-shirt. Not to be outdone by the girl on the other end of the sofa, I unbutton my blouse and pull his hand to my bra-covered breast. My back is to the others. They can’t see me acting slutty. I kiss his neck in complete submission as he kneads my breasts through my bra. That’s so yummy. Wow, my pussy is on fire. He rolls my blouse down off my shoulders and off. I blush when I realize the boy behind me will see more of my body. Oh, sweet Mary, being with Matt is so incredible. I feel safe and desired. I just want to do what pleases him.

His hands go to the clasp of my bra on the back. He hesitates, “This okay, Kimmie?”

“Why don’t we go up to my room Matt? I’ve missed you so much.”

“Sure, but let’s play here for a bit and then go up.”

I say breathlessly, “Whatever you want, Matt.”

I feel the bra loosen and drop away. It’s my turn to push his t-shirt over his head and off. I need to be skin-on-skin and press my naked chest to his.

Matt

Jason gave me a good look at his naked woman. I’ll do the same. I lift Kimmie onto my lap facing him. He breaks into a big grin when her tits come into view. Kimmie covers herself shyly with her arm when she sees him ogling her. I pull her arm down.

“Don’t be shy sexy girl. Be proud of your beautiful breasts.” She looks down timidly but bravely drops her arm and lifts her chest to better display her assets. That’s good. I cup her firm, perky breast.

Jason gives a big thumbs up and shouts over, “What a great set of tits, Kimmie. Very nice.” His girl giggles brazenly.

Kimmie looks up at me with a look that begs me to indicate if all is good.

“He’s right, you have great tits. That’s Jason. He’s a buddy that’s on my rugby team. He’s a good guy.”

Kimmie

Guys are all so juvenile. Holy shit, that bitch is unzipping Jason’s jeans. He’s got a big shit-ass grin on his face as she pulls his semi-hard penis into plain view. Holy shit.

I lean into Matt’s ear and whisper in a panicky voice, “Please Matt, let’s go up to my room.” I want sex but in private.

He says firmly, “I’ll say when we go upstairs.”

Like always, he is in control. I want to please him. It’s would be so great if we could be friends with benefits. He’s so amazing.

“Sure, Matt. Whatever you say.” I know where this is going. Matt tried to get me to have sex in groups with his teammates and their girlfriends, but I wouldn’t do it. That was a long time ago and I’ve had a lot more experience since then. Not that I’ve done any group things but then again, I know Matt and I will never be a couple again. What the hell. I’m feeling horny and adventuresome. My future boyfriends or husband won’t know about this.

Matt

So, the little tart says, ‘Whatever I want.’ Wow, that tells me the menu is open. Holy fuck, Kimmie is a new kind of girl.

I say firmly, “Hey baby, why don’t you stand up and take off those sexy shorts.”

She hesitates, then gives me a kiss on the cheek, stands and wiggles out of her tight shorts. As I suspected, she has no panties on. What a sweet tight body she has with a girlie little bum. And there is that clean shaven pussy.

I look over at Jason and he’s staring at Kimmie’s pussy and his dick is getting hard. Can’t blame him.

I need a beer. “Kimmie, get me another beer and ask Jason and his girlfriend if they want one.”

Ha, big blush crosses her face as she steps over and looks down at Jason and his hard dick.

“Do you guys want a beer?”

Jason says, “Great idea and get one for Angie too.”

Kimmie’s ass looks even better nude this time as she walks away. It’s incredible that I’ll be doing a mother-daughter fuck-fest tonight. It’s great to be me.

Jason says, “Didn’t you and her go out for a while?”

“Yes, we were a unit. But that was a while ago.”

“She’s really cute. I’d love to get some of that. Would you mind? Angie loves variety too and is very sexy. Aren’t you sweet-cheeks?” She breaks into a big smile and nods yes.

“Sure, if Kimmie’s okay with it, no problem.”

I stand up and take off my jeans, underwear and socks, then sit back down. Jason moves over close to me with Angie on his lap. Angie has a nice Double D set of tits. They are big and very perky. There is just enough room for Kimmie to sit between us when she gets back.

She says with a sly grin, “Do you like my tits?” I smile and nod yes. She continues, “You can play with them if you want.”

Kimmie coming back with the beers interrupts Angie’s offer. The beers are handed out and Kimmie sits in the tight space between me and the other couple.

Kimmie

Goodness, there isn’t much room to sit here. Jason’s knees are against my bare thighs and Angie is so close on his lap that I can smell her cheap perfume. Matt has his arm over my shoulder and is drinking his beer with his other cihangir escort hand. My body is turned towards the other couple with Matt behind me. Jason is brazenly staring at my breasts with a horny look in his eyes. I keep both hands shielding my crotch. He’s a good-looking athletic dude that I’ve seen around the school, one of the in crowd. These folks seem so at ease with sitting totally nude and drinking beer. I feel like such a prude getting all up tight.

Jason starts the conversation. “I remember when you and Matt were going out. We never got to meet but I thought he was a lucky guy to hook up with a sexy girl like you.” He cups Angie’s breast and kisses her shoulder tenderly.

I blush at his compliment and his sexual action. “Thanks Jason.”

He says to her, “Angie, you’re a bit heavy on my lap. Do you mind sitting down there on the floor beside the sofa?”

She says, “No sweetie, it’s all good.” She moves to the floor and rests her head on his knee. He strokes her hair. His semi-erect penis is now in full view. It is long and thick laying on his thigh. His ball-sack is clean shaven like Matt’s.

Matt’s arm is over my shoulder and now he reaches that hand down and cups my breast. It strikes me as so naughty to be doing that with Jason and Angie so close. But I can’t help that my body reacts as my nipples harden and sensuous animal pleasures swirl in my chest. The grass and beers are making my sense of pleasure so strong. I close my eyes and drink in the exquisite feeling.

My reverie is broken when Jason moans, “Yes, just like that.”

I open my eyes and see Josie slowly stroking her man’s semi-hard manhood. It’s not as imposing as Matt’s but larger than any of the boys I’ve been with. Not to be outdone, Matt takes my hand and pulls it behind me to his penis. I grip the staff and pull the loose skin slowly up and down like I know Matt loves it. Matt is behind me and I know his eyes are drilled into Angie’s sexy body. She is looking up and into his eyes with a horny look on her face.

Jason blurts out brazenly to me as I stroke Matt’s manhood, “Kimmie it looks like you know your way around a dick, you naughty girl.”

Matt speaks up, “She sure knows my cock. Don’t you sweetheart?” I nod squeamishly.

Jason shoots back, “Angie is just learning about mine.”

She looks up at Jason, smiles and rises on her knees to kiss the head of his penis. She says, “Yes, and I’ve loved every lesson.” She gobbles the head of his cock into her mouth and it instantly becomes stiffly erect. Everyone’s eyes are locked onto the erotic sight.

I feel Jason’s hand on my thigh and a shot of adrenaline hits me. Matt must see this and he’s doing nothing. I don’t want to be a prude. Sweet Mary, is this really happening. I’ll just go with the flow. I really, really want to be Matt’s friend with benefits.

Jason say over my shoulder to Matt, “Angie gives such great head. Do you want her to suck your dick?

Matt says, “Holy shit, of course.”

Oh my god. My mind is in a frenzy. I’m still holding the staff of Matt’s manhood as she walks over on her knees. I withdraw my hand as she smiles up before licking his penis from the base to the tip with a sexy, lusty look in her eyes. I must turn away when she engulfs the head into her mouth and Matt groans in pleasure.

As I turn away and towards Jason, he takes the opportunity to cup my breast and cover my lips with his in a kiss of pure animal lust. At first, I resist but then my primal instincts take over and our tongues twirl in a deep French kiss. His hand goes from my breast to grope my butt-cheek. I must admit that feels good. Our lips part.

He says, “Matt, your girlfriend has a sweet ass.”

I cringe at the thought of Matt seeing another man fondle my private parts.

Jason is very attractive and a great kisser, but I want to be with Matt. I’ll turn and go down on Matt. He’ll be surprised I’ve learned a lot about oral sex since we broke up. If my plan works, the other girl will go back to her boyfriend. It’s okay for them to watch Matt and I make love. Truthfully, I think it’s very erotic to let others watch. Matt and I are just friends now. So, what the hell?

Let me suck his incredible cock.

Matt

Wow, two hot mouths pleasuring my dick. Fuck, I’m in fucking heaven. I’ll put a hand on the top of each head. I’m a king. All right!

Jason is fondling Kimmie’s naked ass and reaching under with his other hand to cup her bare breast. What a horny fucker.

He says, “I just love Kimmie’s sweet, tight ass.” His hand squeezes one naked, small, firm ass-cheek, then the other. “Yes, very sweet. Let me check under for pussy.”

I can see Jimmie has her legs tight together blocking his hand. Not very friendly.

I say firmly, “Spread your legs sweetheart and let my friend feel your pussy. It’s all good.”

Kimmie

How can I say no. Jason’s girlfriend is so willing to give Matt pleasure. I don’t want to piss off Matt. Plus, I can’t deny, Jason’s’s hand stroking my bum is very sensuous. I’ll spread my knees. What the hell?

He crows in glee, “There’s that fine pussy.”

I feel his hand dip down and over my hypersensitive crotch. He says loudly, “What do we have here, a very wet, very turned on pussy. I think this horny girl’s in heat, Matt.”

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This is a work of fiction in which all characters are of the age of consent or older.

*****

To know the taste of a woman is to know desire—pure. Her face is the architecture of beauty, her skin—the satin that envelops the world into darkness. Disarray, discontent, and chaos shadow her every move. I have known such a woman. Only once, in the night, in the heat of youth, we merged and became.

I ran my fingers through her tresses. They curled serpentine and smooth, the color of burnt wheat with the honey-suckle scent of spring. A new beginning is what she had promised with her eyes more so than her words. She took my hand and led me to the promise of something not quite stable but erratic and erotic in nature. And I wanted this more than anything in my life before.

Sometimes when flesh intersects it is soft and gentle. Barely a kiss, I was addicted to her taste. She sat down next to me and began to unbutton my shirt, each exposure of flesh bringing with it a touch, a nibble, a caress. The air was cool yet warming in a wondrous way and seemed to fog around me, lifting me from the normality of the moment into a magical realm. She knelt between my open thighs, outlining my womanhood as if şirinevler escort she had never imagined such joy. And then she really kissed me. At first closed lips against closed lips. Then she opened me to the feel of her tongue gliding deep within me. She took my clit between her lips and began to suck while stroking it tenderly up and down, then from side to side.

As I approached my silent orgasm, she climbed onto my lap wrapping her legs around my waist. I embraced her and we looked at each other. I wanted to die in her arms. As if she had read my every secret wish, her eyes, a deep disturbing blue, illuminated like the first rays of summer sun ascending in the morning sky. Her hands held my face, cradled like a child, and she kissed my forehead. She continued with butterfly kisses down the side of my face and along the tender of my neck. Lifting her head, she asked for my final permission. I closed my eyes in surrender.

The first time a man enters a woman, no matter how loving and with how much care, there is a pain that is followed by a strange new pleasure. He invades something that up until the moment of penetration has never been escort istanbul breached. He stretches and redefines the meaning of woman. Some believe this is the natural order of things. Some believe that the great plan is for man to create sexual passion for woman. But what if this is not the way of things. What if another woman can redefine the meaning of the universe, life, love, blue, green?

She pierced me in a way that no man thus had. And it was pain followed by a slow ebbing pleasure that spread throughout not only my body, but also my mind, my soul, recreating my being. For the first time, I knew that my life would never be trapped with the sameness that binds all humans. I had moved beyond that with her. And whatever she would offer would be scary and sensual.

How long we stayed locked in our embrace I could not say. But time passed as time does. And then there was another, tall, graceful, but fully male. His scent was novel yet known. At this point I could not see with the clarity of vision. It was seeing with that sixth sense rarely used. She moved behind me now, and he stood over me. I felt her hands guiding me to lie back onto her lap. She kissed me as he ataköy escort filled me. His hands kneading my breast as his pace increased. Her tongue slipped along mine down to my throat and I wept. I closed my eyes against the intenseness. I could feel his tongue lavishing one nipple then the other, the roughness only making them harder and more sensitive. Then he too tasted me. Only his bite was amplified by the triple penetration.

Heaven is clouds and wisps of white, with angelic voices singing with exuberance. But for me heaven has a different meaning. It is the heat that encases all of one’s senses, shrouds the body in carnal lust, and the soul is freed. Pleasure, joy, happiness exist in my heaven as servants of sexual bliss; pain, its only equal. In this pain, I found that heaven that until now I only thought existed in myths and legends. And when the usually elusive orgasm found me, I welcomed it with out-stretched arms and naked vision.

The night twisted and bent, lead to so many wild experiences. He had become my lover as surely as she always was meant to be my love. With the two of them, we created unknown cravings and gave birth to the exotic. But it all began with her. She was the one to lead me into the garden of delights, leaving all that was known behind like the closing of a favorite book. To know the taste of a woman is pure desire. To know the taste of an immortal woman is a shattering addictive lust that consumes like a raging fire. And I have become the phoenix rising anew from her eternal flames.

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Dr. Mboku’s office is located in a luxury highrise across from the old stadium. The dust of the diehard fans that blew across town to the shiny new stadium was replaced by the regality of today’s overpriced clubs and self-important digital tycoons. The maze of cobblestone streets are littered with the indulgence of electric powered radiance that would dwarf any futuristic movie set. Those that choose to walk the neighborhood do so in $400 sneakers. The money here is excessive and repressive.

That somewhat describes my wife, Gwynn, and myself.

From Dr. Mboku’s 7th Floor window you forget the sea of delinquency and beauty for an hour. The ocean is to the left. The other recently developed highrises to the right. This oasis within the debauchery was our healing place. The African vibe that resonated on the 32nd floor could be felt by the modern rhythm of everyone that got off the elevator. Our troubles had been resolved years ago, but we remained clients for the occasional tune-up.

The early days of our marriage were filled with angst and fear because we hadn’t really explored the world as individuals before we became a couple. Money and fame had brought us together but we were young. Our families were so happy to see us together that our friends thought that the marriage was arranged.

We were happy together but something was missing. We weren’t looking for anything outside of what we had. We just had little clue as to what to expect from one another as husband and wife. From the dishes to the dildos, we weren’t sure where responsibility and reality made sense.

My boss at the time recommended Dr. Mboku after Gwynn ran away for three months – home to Brazil. Her mother promised me that she was on the beach everyday but I feared the worst. When she returned, we opened up on Dr. Mboku’s white leather couch for an hour every week for three years. I found out that she was faithful to me on that beach, just as I was faithful to her at our house. But Gwynn had desires she was afraid to share.

I did, too.

Dr. Mboku got us to work together as a team. She was our coach, our referee and our biggest fan.

Along the way she prescribed an offbeat concoction of meditations, exercises, foods and tantric play that taught us how to trust and enjoy each other in ways that we would have never tried otherwise. Our backgrounds of repression and religion had closed us from experiences we desperately needed to help us evolve.

In that first year with Dr. Mboku we ventured wildly. We visited 12 religious ceremonies of joy in one month. We ate every meal naked for a week. We read each other’s email for a day. We watched homemade videos of each other climaxing.

We learned new things about each other, our selves and the world around us.

Dr. Mboku taught us that the experiential component of our relationship was the part that embodied trust and captured happiness. We did anything her office recommended for us to try because we always knew we were better for it in the end.

While I call her advice ‘recommendations’, Gwynn refers to these whimsical approaches to life as ‘prescriptions’ – as though the medicinal value is lessened if the title is not respected.

These ‘prescriptions’ are loosely thrown about during our formal sessions as well as around the office by her staff of trusted researchers and assistants. The vibe from Ghana was disconcerting in the beginning because my family is Nigerian – direct, but I soon learned to accept the subtle ways in which they gave us direction. As Gayle, the receptionist, would schedule our next appointment she’d enquire what our next ‘adventure’ would be. If we were unsure, she would just happen to recommend a place that synched with Dr. Mboku’s ‘prescription’. Everyone was always on the same page, the same rhythm, the same note.

The rest of the staff was equally knowledgeable and curious with all aspects of our life. You assumed that they were all listening in on our sessions and getting a commission on each client they bagged, because they were never wrong. Carl was great for his bookstore recommendations. Liam knew the best restaurants in the city. Angela specialized in clubs and parties. Tonya knew where to get a workout and a massage. Gayle was into religions of every kind. In seven years our relationship went from hungry caterpillar to brilliant butterfly in every way. From renewing our vows at a Thai monastery to sex in a helicopter over the city, we found life through their network.

When we’d return for another appointment we’d offer an acceptable amount of embarrassment for each adventure, before discussing where we were in the moment. Dr. Mboku knew we weren’t really shy about talking about the anal plug Gwynn wore to the ballet that her fundraiser had supported, but looking uncomfortable before sharing every moment was our foreplay.

So we eased into our last session with trepidation as we explained the fear we had about exploring our fantasy of a threesome.

During previous sessions we had dropped crumbs along the trail of our mutual bahçelievler escort interest in Gwynn fucking me and another guy at same time. Though the internal fantasy was an easy

on our list of adventures to experience, our lives had too much to risk by sharing that much with an outsider. We agreed that having one unresolved fantasy was something we would keep as dirty-sweet talk. Dr. Mboku trusted our judgment and didn’t push or pull in any way.

Her staff, however, all seemed to have points-of-view on the matter. Liam did not condone any act of more than two people, while Gayle surprised us with an unsolicited ‘spitroast’ comment and wink when we innocently asked her about her upcoming weekend.

While thoughts on the topic were abundant, the usual ‘recommendation’ on how to fall into such a scenario never materialized in the two years that it was discussed in our home and in our sessions.

But after our previous session, the front desk was being manned by Dr. Mboku’s nephew visiting from London. Gwynn was busy booking our appointment while Angela was giving me a scoop on a dinner party that we might enjoy in a couple of weeks. As I began to place the information in my phone, Gwynn grabbed me by the arm and pulled me out of the office as though she had just stolen the company safe.

Given our history of embarrassing antics, I knew the signals and moved quickly into the elevator. I sensed that she was about to burst.

“I have something for us to try,” Gwynn blurted as soon as the elevator door shut. “A threesome!”

I was caught off-guard as I tried to remember the nephew at the front desk. I didn’t get a good look at him going into the office or leaving, but my mind was trying to assemble what little information I had to imagine him fucking Gwynn.

“Not her fucking nephew, you idiot!” she yelled as she gave me a not so subtle punch in the arm, realizing that my brain took an understandable leap.

“Then what are you talking about?” I asked as I reached for my bruised arm.

“I don’t know yet,” Gwynn answered, realizing she wasn’t certain how to explain what she had just learned. “He said that he’d just had some weed that that gave him and his girlfriend an out-of-body experience that felt like threesome.”

“What in the fuck are you talking about?” I asked in the calmest way possible as the elevator reached the garage.

As an Asian couple replaced us in the elevator we rushed to our car as I sensed our getaway wasn’t quite over.

If I was the calm and collected type, Gwynn was a bundle of nerves. While I lived by ‘what’s the worst that could happen?’, she thrived in only imagining ‘the worst that could happen’.

When Gwynn was 7 years old her parents were kidnapped by a gang in Rio after they had finished a family brunch. The episode occurred without incident as the young kidnappers were quickly paid before nightfall, but the fact that her Afro-Brazilian family treated it as an expected hazard of daily life kept her on her toes. The guns, the swearing, the force, the hostility – all scarred her for life. She won’t watch action movies. She hates all forms of violence.

The bruise on my arm begged to differ.

But the adrenaline rush of any act that might get her swept up is like foreplay to Gwynn . Every public act of indecency was followed by loud and violent orgasms that ranged from exhilarating to exorcism.

For example…

After the anal plug ballet three years ago, she unconsciously reached under her dress and pulled off her panties in the parking lot. By the time my tires hit the street she was rubbing her clit and grabbing my arm to hold onto. I raced to a backroad and turned the music up to cover up the song she was about to sing. As her writhing became too aggressive, I pulled over so she wouldn’t accidentally kill us both.

I’d watched her masturbate before, but the speed and veracity at which she worked her clit that night made me question if I had been too delicate with her over the years. As she arched her back and rubbed herself she moaned so loud that the occasional car that passed by had to hear us.

As I waited patiently for her to explode, I checked the rear view mirrors to make certain we’d be able to safely get back on the road. I was planning to get her home after she finished.

That’s not what Gwynn was thinking.

While I looked over my shoulder, I felt her hand unzip my tuxedo pants. Within seconds my dick went from quietly asleep in my boxers to hard and dripping in Gwynn’s mouth. She was rubbing and sucking so aggressively that I gave up caring about the lights that passed us by.

Getting head on the side of the road was not a turn-on for me.

But the intensity and sloppiness with which Gwynn was orchestrating both of our orgasms put me over the edge. She greedily sucked on me as though she owned me. The repression she had in our early years was replaced by an animalistic urge to make me come. She held me by my tie as closed my eyes and istanbul escort tried come quickly. The sooner I came, the sooner she’d come.

This was not a loving blowjob. There was nothing sensual about the way her head rose and sank in concert with the music like a porn star. The vibe was not hypnotic like the yoga sex we had been practicing. Her movements were like the boxing class we took on Wednesday nights in the hot, sweaty gym. All jabs and thrusts. I couldn’t take it.

I exploded.

As I came in her mouth, she began to tremble from the waist down, as though my dick were the pacifier that settled her from the waist up. Her now gentle sucking was countered by the quiver that caused her to put a size 10 high heel into our glove compartment door.

We were a mess.

Once we realized where we were, we noticed the two flashlights outside of each door.

A police car had pulled up behind us. I moved slowly. Even though I was in a $200,000 car, I was still black.

I turned off the music from the steering wheel and rolled the window down while Gwynn’s curly head stayed buried on my crotch.

I kept looking forward and prayed that my wallet was somewhere I could reach for it without displacing Gwynn beautiful head.

“You okay, ma’am,” the officer asked politely.

With her panties on the dashboard, one hand on my tie and her other hand on the steering wheel, Gwynn gave the most audible gulp you could imagine before giving the officer two thumbs up.

I kept staring forward and hoped I would blink normally so as not to be seen as a threat.

“You two have a safe drive home,” the officer said as he and his partner lowered their flashlights and headed back to their squadcar.

We headed home in shock.

She still quivers when I whisper the word ‘ballet’ in her ear in public.

And here we were again.

I pulled out of Dr. Mboku’s garage and Gwynn pulled out a bottle.

“What’s that?” I asked as I contemplated taking the back road home again.

“It’s honey with cannabis,” she said as she inspected the bottle. Gwynn stared intently at the small amber container that looked as though it came from the Saturday market.

“Mirror?” I read as I waited for the light to change.

“I guess that’s what it’s called,” Gwynn said before I pulled into the heavy traffic.

The ride home was quiet as a heavy rain cloud engulfed the city.

I waited for a sense of nervousness to fill our car on the ride home but it never emerged. Drugs were far from our thing. We had two bottles of wine in our house – a wedding gift and a house warming gift. We didn’t drink or smoke, yet here she carried a small bottle of cannabis infused honey. I was a little nervous because she wasn’t nervous at all.

We pulled into our garage and Gwynn smoothly escaped into the house. I watched her hips and waist move. She always had a sexy sway to her. But sometimes that sway was more of a dance, like a stripper on a pole. I licked my lips unconsciously.

We settled into our house as the storm outside grew stronger. We’d planned to have an early dinner and go for a long run in the morning, but I couldn’t take my mind off of the bottle that was inside my wife’s purse. I set the alarm to the house, threw on some sweats and t-shirt before helping Gwynn in the kitchen.

Halfway through chopping asparagus she asked if I was okay trying the bottle that night. I could see from in her eyes that she was beyond ready, but I wasn’t certain what she was ready for.

The cannabis was a big leap for us, but the seriousness of her question was grounded in the idea that we would be having a threesome in her mind. I struggled with question because it was just the two of us.

But I simply answered with a smile and a kiss.

After a light meal we made some tea and added our new honey. We slowly sipped from our cups and stared at each other as though something magical would happen.

Nothing happened.

We finished our cups, threw the amber bottle in the trash and headed upstairs to watch a movie.

As we sat quietly on the couch in our entertainment room, I played in her hair before feeling overwhelmed with a tired feeling. I reached over to see if she was awake and realized she was fast asleep. I thought about waking her up but I fell asleep thinking about how I would keep myself awake.

Somewhere in my sleep I was awakened by Gwynn’s hands on my naked thighs. Then I heard a subtle slapping sound. The hands were on my balls when I realized that the slapping sound I was hearing was my wife being fucked from behind. While my dick hardened my senses slowly caught up.

Gwynn moaned as she rocked back and forth from the fucking she was getting from behind. Her breasts hung over my dick as they bounced with every thrust. As I came to my senses I had an awkward expectation of seeing Dr. Mboku’s nephew behind my wife, but the tattoo on his arm covered a lighter shade of skin that all looked too familiar. The hips smacking against her ass bahçeşehir escort cheeks got louder as the fog began to lift in my head.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

As my wife tried to focus on sucking my dick, she couldn’t sustain a rhythm because she was thoroughly enjoying the pounding.

I kept trying to look up at the gentleman that was fucking my beautiful bride.

But I kept looking at her beautiful mane of curly hair and her powerful shoulders and the curve from her back to her ass.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

His hand crept up her waist and I noticed the tattoo from earlier. It was connected to a wedding ring. I started to realize a familiarity about the man who was by now thoroughly fucking the joy into my wife.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

I was about to look up when I was distracted by my wife’s uncontrollable orgasm that put all three of into a chaotic thrust. My dick was deep into her mouth as she clawed my chest with her white French tip nails.

As her climax descended I expected her to collapse on top of me, but she surprised me spinning herself around positioning herself into reverse cowgirl on top of me. While I was thoroughly enjoying my dick in her dripping wet pussy, I couldn’t help but notice her holding this man’s dick while sucked her own juices from his balls.

And then I saw the wedding ring and tattoo holding my wife’s head and had a mind clearing realization. The other man my wife was licking clean was me.

The wedding ring and the tattoo were mine. The dick that was now in her mouth was mine. The man standing above my wife while she straddled my dick was somehow me.

As I began to try to make sense of what my eyes were telling me, Gwynn’s gyrations gained speed and depth. The pounding she was receiving from behind was now happening to me.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

Her ass cheeks against my thighs was a mesmerizing sound that was matched by the bobbing her head was doing to the dick that was in her mouth – the dick that somehow belonged to me.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

I wanted to focus on the other me, but I was too distracted by how thoroughly my wife was fucking me and sucking him … or me … with such a rhythm that I couldn’t imagine this being her first rodeo. Her pussy was dripping all over me with every clap of her ass onto me.

Thwap. Thwap. Thwap.

I was starting to feel the pressure within me. Her pussy was pounding me hard and another orgasm was close. As I held her waist she began to quiver uncontrollably.

That’s when I heard me say, “Oh, fuck!”

Gwynn’s toes curled as she dug her nails into his thighs. She was being filled from both ends as her pussy and mouth overflowed with the come that she wanted. The tattoo and ring were buried in her curly hair as he held her head to make sure she swallowed every ounce.

Gwynn continued to quiver though she was practically limp.

I closed my eyes. Tightly at first, but then I couldn’t open them as I felt my entire collapse with a long exhale.

The next thing I remember was the sun hitting my face.

The morning sun was peering through the window as we lay naked. Gwynn was nuzzled into me. Her soft breasts and warm thighs were no longer sexy. They were comforting. She was glowing.

I began to remember the details of the evening’s activities but I assumed it was the cannabis that had caused some wild hallucinations. I was still in a daze as I rolled out from under Gwynn and our crusty mess.

As I stood in front the bedroom mirror I smirked at the scratches that were on my chest. But my grin dissolved when I felt the subtle sting on my thighs, too.

As I started to recapture moments from the night before in my head, I remembered fucking Gwynn from behind and then coming in her mouth while she rode another man.

The confusion started to kick in when Gwynn grabbed me from behind. She grabbed my limp dick and whispered, “I had the wildest dream or we had the wildest sex. You’re come is still fucking dripping down my leg!”

“A threesome?” I said aloud.

“That was the dream,” Gwynn said before she realized she hadn’t told me what her dream was about yet. I could feel her holding me tighter.

We stood there in silence as we tried to individually piece together what had really happened.

“No more drugs,” we said allowed before jumping into the shower.

Two months later in Dr, Mboku’s office, Gwynn and I replay that evening with every detail we can think of. We offer our theories on what might have happened.

Dr. Mboku sat patiently as we explained away the absurdity of Gwynn fucking two of me. We waited for the typical words of clarity that would put us at after sixty days of angst.

“You do realize that there is one part of your story that I cannot understand,” Dr. Mboku says from across the room standing next to a large, framed black and white photograph of a young man. Gwynn squeezed my arm as she saw something she recognized.

“This is my only nephew, Spieél,” Dr. Mboku quietly explained. “He could not have given you any such drugs two months ago. He was killed by a witch doctor because he got caught sleeping with three of his daughters. That was over 20 years ago. My staff must have put you up to such an elaborate story. Now get out of my office and I will see you in two months to hear about how you made love on the moon!”

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Tricia and I were very pleasantly surprised one Friday evening to receive a telephone call from a voice which we instantly recognised — that of Michelle, whom we had met for two years running at the naturist campsite.

I say “we” because our telephone is usually left on a “hands free” mode, so that we can both talk at the same time to whoever is calling via a microphone and speaker rather than holding a hand-set.

As soon as her voice came through, therefore, Tricia and I looked at one another with some pleasure, as memories of our last meetings sprung to mind.

“Where are you?” we both asked, as Michelle’s voice was coming through with a background hum.

“I am on a train,” she said in her accented English. “I am on my way to meet you!”

Tricia and I looked at one another as we both smiled with some expectation. She was on her way to meet us!

“Yes,” Michelle continued. “I have been sent by my University to an English University for one term as part of my course, as I am studying English Language for a degree. I told you when we last met that I was studying English, did I not?”

“You certainly did,” we assured her. “But what a pleasant surprise this is,” said Tricia. Whereabouts are you, and how far are you away from here?”

Michelle told us that she was actually about fifteen minutes away from our town, and that she could get a taxi, she hoped, when she reached the station.

“No way,” we both told her. “We will come to meet you in our car,” I said. “So look out for us.”

Quickly I got the car out from the garage, and both Tricia and I drove to meet Michelle.

We were actually waiting on the platform as her train drew in, and were overjoyed to see her as she stepped off onto the platform, and then were actually amused when we noticed the length, or should say brevity, of her skirt. It could not have been more than ten or eleven inches deep from her waist, as more of her thigh was revealed than was hidden! In fact, an inch or so lower would have certainly revealed her choice of underwear!

She immediately saw us, and waved, then we saw her turn to a young man to speak to him, as he handed her something which she slipped into her skirt pocket.

Then, giving him a quick kiss she said something again and came running towards us, where after the usual continental peck on both cheeks she gave us both a fuller hug and kiss.

“Who was that?” I asked her, more out of curiosity than anything else, whereupon she laughed in her cheeky way which we both well remembered, as she told us that it was someone who had been sitting across the aisle in the train, and whom she had persistently noticed trying to peer up the hem of her skirt! “He must have thought that I had not noticed,” she laughed again, “so I kept making moves which appeared accidental but ever so briefly, until we were almost here and I could feel the train slowing down. So I then leaned over towards him and mischievously said so that only he could overhear that if he gave me his telephone number I would open my legs briefly for him!”

“And that is why you saw him giving me his telephone number!” she laughed again.

“I hope you are decent under that skirt, then,” chuckled Tricia.

“Oh, yes,” said Michelle. “I am wearing ‘la petite culotte’ whatever that might be called in England.”

“We call them briefs, or knickers, or sometime panties,” explained Tricia, “unless they are very small in which case a thong or a g-string, perhaps.”

During this time we had been walking towards the car, and had paused outside it whilst I was putting her small overnight case onto the back seat.

“But these are very small, n’est-ce-pas?” asked Michelle, as she brazenly raised the front of her diminutive skirt to show what amounted to little more than a triangular scrap of lace held in place by a fine string of elastic. It was so small, in fact, that her smoothly kept slit was partly on view above the wisp of lace, and was also so see-through that the rest of it was fairly visible.

Michelle seemed quite blasé as she displayed herself, although Tricia and I had seen what she had there (and had touched it and even more) on numerous occasions. But what now struck us was the fact that it was more than likely that her recent companion had seen more than just the material. Not that Michelle seemed to care. Neither had she ever seemed to care in the past!

Luckily the front seat was a bench seat, and so we all three sat on it as I climbed behind the wheel, and Michelle sat between me and Tricia.

Michelle, though, was very much the same Michelle whom I met for the first time some two or three years ago, when she had not only teased me into causing me to having an erection but had then succeeding in seducing me completely! And by this I mean that her hand immediately fell onto my lap where she began to tease my cock through my shorts!

“Stop it, Michelle!” I had to say. “Please, I’m trying to drive. There’ll be plenty of time for that later on when we are home!”

Tricia saw the funny side of this, topkapı escort but in order to help me she grasped both of Michelle’s hands and pulled them onto her lap as she leaned towards her for another kiss.

Michelle also saw the funny side, giggling as she and Tricia met lips in a far more intimate kiss than they had exchanged on the station platform.

I concentrated on driving, though, but I could not help keep looking in their direction as their hands began to seek and caress each other’s more intimate regions.

Because of the disruption to our evening, though, we did not have a meal ready which could have also accommodated Michelle, so we called at a small restaurant where we had a short meal — enough to put us on until next day, at least.

We then arrived home without any incident, and as Tricia showed Michelle the outlay of the house I put the car away, and then went into the lounge to pour out a welcome drink for her.

When they entered the room, though, Michelle, true to form, immediately dropped onto the chaise-longue, legs splayed apart, oblivious to the fact that the brevity of her skirt meant that her lacy g-string was on full view.

Tricia, drink in hand, looked deliberately at her with a huge grin on her face as she said, “Michelle, I think Mel is able to see your knickers!”

Michelle, in mock consternation, replied, “Oh, dear, do you think I should take them off, then? ” Then she laughed again as she continued, “Of course he can see them, and so can you. Why do you think I am sitting like this? Anyway, you have both seen what is inside them many times. But I am actually showing you what the man on the train could see, too. I think he liked the view, too, oui?”

“Well I am certainly enjoying the view!” I told her. “You can sit like that for ever as far as I am concerned!”

“Not for ever,” she laughed again. “But as long as you wish — until we go to bed, perhaps?” she suggested.

And so we sat opposite her for some time, asking after her parents, Pierre and Lili, and her cousins whom we had met last year at the naturist site. Pierre and Lili had obviously sent their regards and had made her promise to look us up, although she would have done so in any case, she told us.

But eventually it was bedtime, and there was no thought other than we all three shared the same bed. It seemed quite natural, after the intimacy we had all enjoyed in each other’s caravans in the past. Michelle unsurprisingly lay between Tricia and me, none of us even thinking of any night attire. In fact, the only items of clothing Michelle had brought with her in her overnight bag was another g-string similar to the one she had been wearing, a handkerchief, and a spare pair of shoes.

How any of us slept that night was a miracle, for first one and then another of us would take the lead fondling, fucking, kissing, and so on. Sometimes it was Michelle and me, then Tricia and Michelle, and then Tricia and me, but usually it was all three tying ourselves in contortions to try to achieve maximum enjoyment.

Next morning I can honestly say that we were still tired, but happy.

After breakfast though it was obvious what our programme would be. We showed Michelle around the town, the shopping centre, the sights, and all that there was to be seen of interest.

And so, as we were sitting around in one of the parks after a light lunch, I turned to Michelle and jocularly reminded her that she still had the telephone number of the man on the train. Immediately she delved into her skirt pocket to find the scrap of paper her had given to her.

“Ben,” she said. “We did not exchange names! He does not know Michelle. But I think I can remind him,” she grinned mischievously.

Taking out her mobile telephone she dialled the number he had written on the paper.

Three rings later and she had an answer.

“Hello,” came the reply. Now from what she had told us he had only heard her whisper to him previously, and so when she answered to say that it was Michelle calling he seemed a little unsure about whom she was.

“A reminder,” she impishly said, then putting the phone into picture mode she wickedly parted her thighs completely and held the phone close to her revealing g-string, then provocatively slipped one finger inside and hooked it round the gusset.

“Shall I?” she said loudly so as to be heard on the phone.

It was obvious what she was intending to do, and she did not wait for his answer as she pulled the gusset aside to reveal her well-used pussy in all its glory. But to complete her complete depravity she then slowly pushed the small phone right inside her moistening cunt!

Luckily we seemed to be on our own where we were sitting so that she was able to perform this way without any unwanted spectators.

Eventually, though, she removed it, as we heard a voice trying to speak on the other end, although it was impossible to hear what he was saying without putting it to an ear.

“Invite him round to our istanbul escort house,” Tricia whispered to Michelle, who did just that, and also indulging in a little talk with him, although he seemed to be doing most of the talking.

Eventually she arranged that he should come to our house later that afternoon, Michelle promising him that he would not regret his visit. And we knew that he would not, even if he was still a little apprehensive as he seemed to be from our interpretation of Michelle’s remarks as she replied to some of his queries. By now, though, we had been joined by others in the park, and Michelle reluctantly agreed to make herself appear more decent by closing her knees together even though the brevity of her skirt made it almost possible to see her underwear.

Shortly afterwards, then, we made our way home, making plans for Ben’s visit. Tricia suggested we tease him at first, and Michelle happily agreed. After all, she had already teased him both on the train and whilst on her mobile phone!

It was agreed that Tricia should answer the door, therefore, and we decided that she would give the impression of being Michelle’s aunt, and also a little strait-laced at first.

We also agreed to play the whole thing by ear, with only a skeleton plan of the whole tease, but which we expected to end by both Tricia and Michelle being totally outrageous.

So Tricia was to dress far more formally than she usually did, and as we knew that there was a charity shop close by she had ample time to go there, find what she wanted, and still have sufficient time to change afterwards.

Therefore, when the doorbell rang, a prim and proper lady answered, with high-necked blouse, a fairly long tweed skirt almost down to her calves and below which could be seen woollen tights or stockings. (Actually they were black self-supporting woollen stockings.) Her hair was gathered into a bun, instead of her hair loose and flowing as she usually did, and she appeared to be a throw-back to one of the old severe “school-marms”.

“Yes?” she enquired as she saw him standing at the door.

“Excuse me,” he said, “but does Michelle live here?”

“My niece Michelle does. Why?” she asked, although she was trying so hard not to laugh.

“She invited me to call and see her, but if I have got the wrong impression I am sorry,” he answered.

“No,” Tricia told him. “You are all right. You must come in if she has invited you, but you really must excuse her. I am afraid she is quite shy usually, and has had little contact with boys until now, although my husband Mel and I have tried to encourage her to be less self-conscious.”

“So come in, and I will call her,” she added.

Ben followed her inside, and Michelle and I, who were both peeping to see what his reaction was going to be, had to stifle our giggles.

One inside Tricia ushered Ben to an arm-chair, where he sat down quite formally, knowing that he was in the presence of someone who might disapprove of too casual behaviour.

Tricia went to the bottom of the stairs and called up, “Michelle. You have a visitor. Make yourself decent, please, and come down.”

She then went back to Ben and sat opposite him with her back to the door, and began asking him the kind of questions a caring aunt might ask of a suitor.

“Do you live locally? How did you and Michelle meet? Did she mention us when she invited you here?”

Ben answered, “Yes, I live nearby, but I am at present at University. We actually met on the train, although the meeting was casual, and I gave her my telephone number in case she was lonely and also in the hope that she could find me as attractive as she was to me. And no, she did not mention that she was staying with her aunt.”

Just then Michelle appeared in the doorway, but put her finger to her lips and shook her head as if to tell him that he must not acknowledge that she was there yet.

Quickly his eyes shot back to Tricia, who was fully aware of the situation but was pretending to be completely oblivious to it, and when he saw that Tricia was now looking away from him completely as if her mind was elsewhere he quickly reverted his gaze towards Michelle.

It was now that the tease really took place.

Michelle took hold of her miniskirt and raised it to show that she was now completely naked below it, her soft smooth pussy lips completely uncovered.

Then, as he stared almost open-mouthed, he glanced quickly at Tricia who was still pretending to be unaware and who was still looking elsewhere, then back to watch as Michelle unfastened the skirt completely, dropping it onto the floor, and following this by doing the same with her light sweater to stand barefacedly naked, her firm breasts reacting as she tweaked at her nipples.

Ben was flabbergasted, and seemed almost scared as he looked again at Tricia, as if he would be accused of some heinous crime if she happened to turn and see how Michelle was flaunting herself for him.

Tricia, though, was reading the signs from the sarıyer escort corner of her eye, and was fully aware that Ben was getting extremely nervous. And so, in order to reassure him, she dropped her pretence of formality, looked him fully in the eye, and said to him, “Ben, I must apologise. We have been playing games with you. If you want to raise my skirt you will see that I am knickerless, like Michelle. Come here, Michelle, and show him!”

Grinning all over her face Michelle now ran towards them, and with no more ado grasped Tricia’s skirt to reveal the white thigh above the black stockings and then her shaven cunt, as Tricia, too, began to part her legs.

Ben really was flabbergasted now! He scarcely knew what to do and seemed to be wondering if this was a dream!

As he started to compose himself, though, he was even more astonished to hear Tricia ask him, “So whose cunt do you wish to fuck first? Mine or Michelle’s?”

As she was speaking she started to strip off until she was as naked as Michelle, who was now actually undressing an enthusiastic Ben, as he now realised that this was about to become the best day of his life!

All this time I was watching from my hiding place in the hallway, so far unobserved by Ben, but Michelle knew where I was, as it was where she, too, had been until now.

As Michelle, helped eagerly by Ben now, almost tore off his trousers his cock reared proudly erect, and Michelle immediately proffered it to Tricia, who by now was as naked as she was.

Tricia, though, just took it into her mouth, gave a few strokes until we could all see it visibly grow, then presented it to Michelle’s waiting pussy, already glistening with anticipation. A few thrusts then Tricia reached out and took him out again, and once more put it to her mouth. This was repeated until finally Ben gave a huge heave, obviously climaxing, and this time it was Michelle who took his engorged cock out of her now dripping pussy for her own mouth, whilst Tricia now leaned forward to put her own mouth to Michelle’s flooding and palpitating cunt, eagerly relishing the combined juices exuding from it.

“I enjoyed that!” exclaimed Tricia. “And you are so big! Dare I make a pun and call you “Big Ben”?”

Ben laughed and said, “I am often called that, especially by girls, but I don’t mind as long as they help me keep it big by exercising it!”

I was wondering how to interrupt this, as I was not sure how Ben would take it if I suddenly appeared, but then had an idea. I crept outside, opening and closing the door ever so softly, and then had a short walk round the block, giving them time to recover before I disturbed them.

But instead of ringing the doorbell I used my key, making quite a bit of noise as I did so, and calling out, “I’m back, Tricia, but I’m going straight to the study — I have some figures to enter into the computer!” Again I made sufficient noise to indicate that I really was going into the study, and then audibly closed the door behind me.

Peering through the key-hole however, I watched as Tricia ran upstairs, carrying her dowdy clothing in her arms, silently laughing at my ploy and reading my mind as to how to continue the tease.

A minute or so later she re-appeared, knocking on the study door for me to open it, whereupon I saw that she had now changed into her more usual type of clothing — a fairly short skirt, a button-down top, and her hair once more loose and wavy.

Together we sauntered into the lounge where Michelle, once more dressed in her micro-miniskirt and light sweater was sitting next to Ben on the chaise-longue, looking the picture of innocence. She introduced me to Ben as being an acquaintance whom she had recently met, and whom she had just discovered was attending the same university as she was. He stood up and formally stretched out his hand to shake mine, but at the same time I sensed that he was looking warily towards Tricia in case she was having second thoughts about what had recently occurred.

But Tricia, continuing the pretence, told me that she had just met Ben, too, and that he seemed a very nice boy for our niece to know, and then proposed we had a light salad together and then go out for a drink so as perhaps to get to know him a little better.

Just then I spotted Michelle’s brief g-string lying on the floor where she had previously dropped it, but luckily Ben was sitting with his back towards where it was.

I indicated with my eyes to Tricia who calmly walked back and unseen by Ben picked it up and passed it to me for me to pocket temporarily. It would not have helped our fun had Ben seen my attitude to seeing them lying on the floor. We were still keeping up the pretence that I was completely unaware of all that had gone on.

So, after a very pleasant meal with nothing untoward and no insinuations even to disturb the pretence of absolute innocence, we walked out towards the nearest hostelry for a social drink together.

The pub was not too crowded, and we were able to find a small table in one corner where we sat and chatted, mainly about University and explaining (to continue the pretence) how my sister was married to a Frenchman and so Michelle was half-French and lived in Paris. She was over here for a short time to perfect her English (which was already very good) as she wished to become a teacher of English in France.

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Heaving a disappointed sigh, Brad looked across his desk at his pretty assistant. “So, you’re saying you want a change, and you really want to leave?”

Heather nodded and sat forward in her chair. “It’s not that I don’t like working with you Brad, I really do. You’ve got to be the best boss ever. But…” Biting into her lip, she stared down at her hands in her lap. She just couldn’t look him in the eye, too uncomfortable to finish what she had to say, it was just too embarrassing to share.

Looking at her nervously sitting across the desk from him, struggling to decide what to say, Brad always thought she was a stunner. Such a pretty, blonde, petite and with the perfect nice round ass, and the most stellar pair of tits he’d ever seen. Nice and big and perky, he knew they’d be a perfect mouthful. And if it weren’t for company policy about no hooking up of any kind in the work place, Brad knew he would have hit on her by now. Every time she bent over, his cock would twitch hard in his pants, just itching to get at her. Under different circumstances, he’d have loved to have gotten it on with her.

But then again, now that she was determined to leave…

Finally he cleared his throat. “Whatever it is, Heather, just go ahead and say it. I won’t be offended, I promise.”

Swallowing hard, already feeling her cheeks beginning to burn with embarrassment, heaving a sigh, she finally just spit it out. “It’s just that we work so many hours on these projects, sometimes it feels like we work non-stop day and night; which barely leaves me any time for a love life. To be honest, I’m starting to feel so deprived that I’m desperate enough to actually consider going online and hooking up with the first willing able-bodied man I can find, I’ve just been feeling so hard up without a man in life.”

Handsome Brad ran a hand through his thick dark hair, not even sure he’d heard her right. But just to be sure, he leaned closer and murmured, “Are you trying to tell me that you need to get laid?”

She nodded, letting out a relieved sigh. “Oh, yes. So badly, it’s unreal. But I just don’t have time for any kind of sex life with this job. And now I’m frustrated enough to start climbing the walls. So, I don’t see how I have any choice but to leave, as much as I like working for you.”

He blinked, shocked to discover that someone as hot as she was, wasn’t getting any. His shirt suddenly feeling too tight for his body, Brad reached under his tie and undid the top button, and loosened his tie while he was at it. He knew one thing for sure, the way every guy in the place was lusting after her if she wanted to get fucked, it wouldn’t be hard to do. It would be like trying to find ice in the Arctic. The possibilities for hookups were endless. He could probably name thirty or forty guys off the top of his head who would be thrilled to get a piece of her.

Of course Phil in IT, sprang to mind, since he made no secret of the fact he’d been desperate to get at her since the day she started working for the company, over two years ago. And even Mickey, the VP of finance, had told him after a few drinks at the Christmas party, when she’d looked particularly alluring in a short red, shiny low cut dress, that really she’d showed off her cleavage, how much he’d love to bend her over and sink his cock into her. And then there was Danny, head of maintenance, who’d whispered to him one day in the coffee shop that if she worked for him, that he’d have fucked her senseless by now.

And there were just so many others, he could barely remember them all. And of course there was him, who’d only ever dreamed of getting into her pants. Though he’d love nothing more than to get her up on his desk, eat out her pussy and fuck her till she screamed — he still had to be sure.

Just in case this was some kind of trick, he asked, “So… you’re saying if you were able to meet these uh… needs of yours here in the office, you’d be willing to stay?” Truth was, she was an amazing assistant, best he’d ever had. And somehow had the ability to know just what he needed without him even having to ask, and she could almost finish his sentences for him, they were so in sync. They just worked together so well that he hated the thought of losing her.

Heather quickly nodded her head, glad that he was beginning to understand just how frustrated she’d been. “Not many people know that I have a really high sex drive, insanely high actually. And now I just can’t take it anymore and need to get my itch scratched before I lose my ever lovin’ mind.”

Brad slowly began to smile. He knew just what to scratch it with, too, and right now it was twitching hard in his pants at the thought of finally getting at her. “So… you ever think that I might be able to help scratch that itch for you?”

Heather’s chest heaved with relief when she realized she’d finally gotten through to him. “Of course, Brad. I’ve imagined the two of us getting it on together so many times, it’s unreal.” She leaned close taksim escort and confided, “And my pussy’s getting wet just thinking about what it would be like with you.” He was a really good looking guy, with a great body, that she knew would look even better out of his clothes.

And as she confided about her little problem, his cock was almost busting past his fly to get at her. Already imagining how good it would feel to finally get her up on his desk, spread those shapely legs and sink his cock into her wet little hole and give her the fuck of her life, like she was begging for.

Aroused beyond belief, deciding they’d talked long enough about what she needed — Brad got up and locked his office door. Then he stood looking down at her, and probably uttered the biggest understatement of his life when he told her, “Well, I’m game if you are.” Since she’d gotten him so fucking hard, all he could think of was getting her naked and burying his cock inside her so deep, she’d be begging for mercy by the time he was done.

Heather clapped her hands together and smiled up at him. “Oh, I was really hoping I could stay in this job. I love working for you, Brad, but a girl’s got needs that just have to be filled sometimes, you know?”

He knew only too well about needs, especially with the way his cock was aching in his pants with the need to get at her, and fills those needs of hers, too, till he had her screaming his name.

And then he looked down, surprised to see that she was reaching for his belt and unzipping his fly, before he’d even fully wrapped his mind around the fact that it was actually going to happen. And without uttering a word, his faithful assistant had her hand wrapped tight around his cock, giving it a good hard squeeze. Jerking him up and down in her soft little fist, smiling up into his eyes as she hungrily lapped up the bead of pre-come weeping from his slit, softly whimpering at the taste of him — holy shit, he could hardly believe his eyes.

Beautiful delicate little Heather was actually sucking him off.

Finally, after all this time together, getting to hold all of his long hard man meat in her hot little hand had Heather licking her lips, desperate for a good long taste, her mouth already watering like crazy just at the sight of him, never mind how good he’d feel filling her mouth. She grinned at the feel of his heavy cock filling her hand. “Oh, gosh, you’re a big one aren’t you? For some reason, I just knew you would be. And this is just what I need.” Maybe even more than what she needed, but she’d just take as much as she could, happy to have something to finally satisfy the unrelenting craving simmering inside her, like a slow burning flame, threatening to explode, she’d just been so desperate to finally get it on.

Dropping to her knees on the carpet, she moaned and licked at him, like the most delectable treat she’d ever tasted, savoring every silky smooth inch of him from root to tip. Impatient to really get at him, she pushed his pants down his legs, grabbed hold of him at the base and began to suck his long, hard length deep into her mouth, smiling up at him as he threw back his head and let out a groan.

Floored that his lovely assistant was actually giving him a blow job, Brad stared down at her mesmerized at the sight of her fisting his cock in her hot little hand with over half of him already packed in her mouth. And as his balls began to painfully tighten with how insanely hard she was working his cock, he knew he wouldn’t last long.

In all the time they’d worked together, he’d never dreamed of seeing her like this, down on her knees, with his cock buried deep in the heat of her mouth, with her little tongue lapping over every inch of him. Rolling his eyes skyward as the incredible sensation of having his dick sucked, and sucked hard, worked its way through his body, he clutched her head and shifted his hips and slowly began to fuck her pretty mouth. Shocked by how insanely hot it looked to actually see her lips stretched tight around his swollen cock as it slid in and out of her, already had him aching to shoot inside her and fill her up with probably enough cum to choke a horse.

Holy shit, who knew the girl wasn’t just good at keeping up in the office but was also a pro at giving head?

And the way she was gently grazing him with her teeth as she cupped his balls, rolling them between her fingers almost had him and losing it down her throat as she coaxed his balls into giving up their load. But as good as it felt to feel his dick buried in her mouth, what he wanted more than anything was to finally see her out of yet another of the conservative little dark suits she wore into the office every day. And now he was desperate to finally have a look at those nice big melons and that pussy she’d told him was almost dripping, his dick twitching hard in her mouth at the thought of finally seeing her naked.

So, before she’d gone so istanbul escort far that he wouldn’t be able to pull out without losing his load down her throat, Brad put his hands under her arms and with an audible pop she let go of him, yelping in protest as he helped her to her feet. Seeing her looking confused, he told her point-blank, “Now get your ass up on the desk.”

As shocked as she was thrilled at the change in him, since he was normally so polite, Heather didn’t hesitate, delighted to finally hear him ordering her around for the first time ever. And once she was seated just where he wanted her, his gaze trained on her big beautiful breasts, Brad was quick to unbutton her little silky white blouse. And the moment he pulled it open he shook his head groaned at what he found inside.

Her tits were fucking amazing. Big and round with good-sized rosy red nipples that he could see were already poking to be freed from her lacy white bra, apparently itching to get in his mouth. And once he’d unfastened her bra and slid it off her shoulders along with her blouse, he moaned even louder as he cupped those big beauties in his hands and then lowered his head and went in for a good long suck.

The moment he clamped his mouth around her, Heather squealed with delight as Brad opened up wide feverishly suckling at her tingling nipples, drawing them one after the other deep into the heat of his mouth, and really making her quiver. Teasing them with his teeth and tongue, he had her squirming and whimpering and clutching at his head, desperate for even more. In fact, he was getting her so hot, she was almost squirming right off his damn desk. She’d never been happier to have Brad for her boss than right now. Ooh, lordy did it ever feel incredible to have his mouth on her girls, especially with the way he was setting them on fire, getting them so hot and tingly, she wondered if they’d actually ignite.

Pleased as hell to finally be getting at her luscious pair, Brad toyed with her tits for what felt like an eternity. But as he laved all around her swollen nipples with is tongue, how could he help it, when they were just so perfectly big and round and soft. Having only ever dreamed of even getting a peek of them, he just couldn’t get enough of the feel and taste of them on his tongue. All he wanted to do was suck and nip and lick, and knead her big ripe melons till at last he stood back satisfied to see the erotic sight of them gleaming in a coat of his saliva, nipples swollen and the peaks pebbled hard as diamonds with her arousal.

After feasting on her tits, his cock aching to get at her, he wiped a hand across his mouth, and told her, “Now get the rest of your clothes off.”

Quickly nodding her head, Heather did as she was told, hopped of the desk and peeled off her skirt, her pussy so hot now it felt ready to combust. Then she tossed everything aside until she was standing in just her high heels and the tiniest fucking piece of lace he’d ever seen, barely covering the blonde patch of hair sitting over her sex, she looked so damn sexy practically naked that he couldn’t hold back a groan.

No surprise, his dick twitched hard at the incredible sight of her, so to keep it happy, he wrapped his hand around it and gave it a few good strokes. Then impatiently pushing everything aside on his desk, Brad picked her up and sat her down in the center, and as he tugged the scrap of lace away from her pussy, he let out an even louder groan. Staring between her legs, with a sense of wonder, he’d never seen a cunt as wet or as pink with arousal, just begging to be fucked. His cock throbbing like crazy now to get at her, he told her, “You know if I took a picture of your cunt looking as hot as it does right now, you’d have over half the guys in the office in here wanting to fuck you blue.”

Just the thought of it sent a shiver of anticipation running right through her, especially with how much she loved sex and how long she’d had to suffer without it. Looking up into his heavy lidded gaze, she asked, “Really?” She actually had no idea that anyone even noticed her around the office, much less found her attractive.

“Oh, yeah, you might not know it, but every man in here would do anything he could to get with you. And I’ve heard them say it, too. But if they ever got a look at how delectable your pussy looks right now, you’d have them lined up out the door with their cocks in their hands just begging to get at you.”

Pretty anxious by now to finally get at her himself, Brad tugged off the rest of his clothes until he was standing naked with his cock fisted in his hand. Balls aching with need, he gave himself a few more long hard strokes, then took hold of her thighs and spread her legs open nice and wide.

Then he sat down on his chair, and shook his head at just how gorgeous her cunt looked gaping open, so pink and slick just to begging to be filled and fucked hard.

But desperate for a taste, leaning in, he lashed şişli escort his tongue along the length of her from back to front, groaning as the amazing taste of her washed over his tongue, filling his senses with a feeling of desire that almost overwhelmed him. Licking over and over into her pussy, he murmured against the heat of her flesh, “Oh, fuck, Heather, you taste sweeter than I ever dreamed. And if you really want more, I know every guy in here would kill to get a piece of this.”

Holding his head tight in her hands, Heather began to moan and quiver from head to toe as he lapped deep into her pussy, then pushed a finger inside her, and began working it in and out of her deliriously happy little snatch.

The idea of finally relieving the aching need boiling up inside her for more months than she cared to remember, and the thought of finally being sated, not only by her hunky boss, but almost every other available guy working in the office, had her almost coming on his desk. Fuck, what a thought. And now she could hardly wait.

As he ate into her deep, she desperately clutched his tight hair in her fingers, Heather spread her thighs just as wide as they could go, squirming and squealing as he nearly devoured her, sending a wave of pure unadulterated pleasure radiating from her quivering cunt straight up her spine. “Oh, fuck, Brad,” she murmured on a shaky breath, closing her eyes and throwing back her head. “Does that ever feel good — just so fucking good to finally have your mouth on me. Oooh, I just love the feel of you fucking me with your mouth.”

“Tell me about it, you taste like heaven,” he told her as he added a second finger. Working them in and out of her hard and fast, he sucked on her clit, giving her a nice little finger fucking, getting her nice and primed to take his cock.

Heather swore she was seeing stars as he worked her pussy into the biggest orgasm she’d ever dreamed of. Shamelessly lifting her ass right off the desk, she literally fed him her pussy, desperate to get the relief that only he could deliver with his amazing mouth. “Oh, fuck, yeah,” she muttered. “Eat me, Brad, eat me good. Oooh, I just love your mouth.”

Brad smiled against her pussy. “No need to beg, honey. You’ve got to be the best thing I’ve ever tasted, and I could eat you all night. And I now can hardly wait to get my cock in you and really make you squeal.”

Her hands desperately twisting in his hair, as he cupped her ass and lifted her pussy tight against his mouth, making a meal of her, she thought she’d pass out as she felt herself beginning to come so fucking hard, she was sure she was actually seeing lights starting to see flash before her eyes. Oh, wow. She’d needed this, like she needed to breathe, and man, was he ever delivering. Lordy, not only was he the best boss she could ever ask for, he knew just what to do with a cunt, too.

Finally feeling her whole body begin to unravel, he pulled back and muttered, “Fuck me,” loving the sight of her falling to pieces as she began to climax. Her entire body breaking into a shiver, eyes closed, mouth open and panting, trembling from head to toe he’d never seen a woman come as wickedly hard. Brushing back he hair, he held her steady in his arms. And as she shivered and she cried out, “Oh, fuck, I’m coming so damn hard,” no one had to tell him. But desperate to get all he could, Brad got back between her legs and kept lapping till he’d licked up every last drop of the delectable juices oozing from her quivering pussy, as she slowly began to find the ability to breathe again.

After watching her come that hard his aching balls felt ready to burst with the need to fill her. Standing and clutching his cock in his hand, he nudged the head into her opening and then slammed into her good and hard, both of them letting out a shuddering moan as they both stilled for a moment to appreciate, after all this time working together, how good it felt to finally have his cock buried inside her.

And Heather just quivered that much harder as he clutched her ass and picked up his pace, fucking her till he swore his hair was beginning to sweat. As he filled her up over and over again with his deliriously happy cock, he murmured, “Jesus, Heather, if I had any idea you needed this, I’d have taken care of you a long time ago, especially since I’ve been dying to get at you for as long as I can remember.”

Wrapping her hands tightly around his forearms as he tunnelled in and out of her relentlessly hard jerking her body on the desk, all she could do was quiver and moan. Then smiling up at him she murmured, “And I’ve just needed this so badly for so long, that I can’t believe how good it feels, to finally get it on with you. Thank you so much for taking care of me like this, Brad. You have no idea what it means to me.”

He smiled right back. “No need to thank me. Believe me, I think I’ve needed this just as badly as you. We’ve all been working hard around here.” He chuckled at his double entendre, as he continued to work her pussy punishingly hard. “Especially us guys, all wondering what it would feel like to actually get a chance to get between your legs like I am now, and give you a good hard ride. If you had any idea how many other guys in the office are aching to fuck you, you’d probably faint.”

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We had a love that transcended a simple relationship. No matter how fucked up our time together was. The high highs. The low lows. You know?

And now we were on the way back to good. Back to perfect. Back to where we wanted to be.

Back to the beach.

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It was a few years ago. We were spending a long weekend at the beach. This was when everything was still innocent. Under a beaming sun, floating in the warm sea, I held her in my arms. Once, I watched her swim to my brother, as his girl swam to me. No one had talked about it. We just kissed. I kissed my girl and his. Later, the girls were sitting on my lap in a bar. They kissed me one at a time and then kissed each other. There was a heat between them and a glean in their eyes that signaled the night to come. A father and son cheered us on. It was a highlight. One of many. Even though we did not have a threesome. The girls wanted to. I REALLY wanted it. But my brother said no. Which in retrospect was nice of him…he broke up with his girl within a month. But year later my girl still has her claws in me. Even though our paths have diverged. For the time being.

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Now, she’s dating a guy named Foy. Which is fine by me. Because I did things that weren’t fair to her or us. Yes, I did her wrong. But only beyoğlu escort after she did me wrong. No one is perfect. Pedestals tip over easily.

Nonetheless, she wants me back. I want her back too. And we are planning how that will happen. Like the kisses in the sea, everything is unspoken. We will merely do what feels right. And pop culture provides the means. We will take the advice of Mr. Jerry Seinfeld. We will attempt The Roommate Swap. Except he and I aren’t roommates. We’re just guys who will be sharing her. At the same time. Obviously he won’t be in to it. I think I will be. I know she will be. It’s our fantasy. And now it’s time to turn fantasy into reality.

Years ago, I took her anal cherry. It was something special we shared. Now, he and she have had anal too. Unlike most girls, she truly likes it, and even without me she had to have it. She likes feeling full. Taking her ass will still be special. He and I are the only people to do her there. Her last boyfriend was too big. I’ve seen her take big dildos. Other large objects. We explored many possibilities. But apparently he was even bigger. Or so she says.

One day, she gets an email from Southwest. Two e-tickets. I bought the pair. For her and her Foy. To Vegas. She tells him she is taking istanbul escort him away for the weekend. He is surprised. But not as surprised as he will be. I will meet them in a bar. He does not know what I look like. She has kept the pictures of me locked away. I will buy them drinks. One for her. Many for him. We will get him drunk. At some point, I will slip a little powder in his red bull and vodka. Half a pill of X, crushed. He will feel great but will still be able to maintain an erection. We need him to be able to stay hard. He hasn’t tried X before. It will blow his mind. He will feel amazing and be happy. He won’t wonder why we are all going back to their room. He won’t notice me still sitting in a chair when she pushes him toward the bed. He will smile as she ties a silk scarf over his eyes. I will watch as she undresses him. As she undresses herself. She will sway her ass in the air as she sucks him to life. And I will lick the folds of her pretty pussy. My expert tongue will find the spot on her clit that drives her crazy. That no one else has found. She will moan around his cock. Then she will slowly kiss her way up his body. I will help guide him into her dripping wet vagina. She will take him inside her, moving almost imperceptibly slow. His groan will be guttural. After a few fatih escort minutes, she will feel a warm, wet finger on her asshole. I will slowly work it in her. Then I will replace my finger with my hard cock. She will bite her lip against the pain. Until the pleasure takes over. He will be in her. And so will I. Pushing against that wall between her pussy and her ass. Filling her like only the dildos and I have. Maybe the dildos and him too. I don’t know. She didn’t tell me, but I don’t begrudge her any of her actions. I’m sure I’ve told her I’ve done worse. Even if I haven’t. But I will live all my fantasies with her. And she will live hers with me. Soon.

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Now, Foy and I are in her. He is too out of it to know exactly what is happening. She’s calling out my name. Never his. Not tonight. Never again.

I know her and she knows me. Better than anyone ever could. Because we’ve been through everything together. Even, now, this. Double penetration. She cums hard. Harder than ever before. She’s looking back at me. Not at him. Then I feel his cock pulsate inside her. I feel his semen rushing through him into her. His throbbing dick makes her ass squeeze my cock even more tightly. What’s happening is unbelievably hot. It makes me cum. She turns toward me and we kiss. I slowly slide out of her. Then she pulls his limp dick out too. It’s the last time he will fuck her. Unless I say it’s OK. Ha. That certainly won’t happen until I get the threesome I want. And when it happens, which it will, I will cum on the other girl. In her face. While my girl looks on, smiling.

We will be happy forever.

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Late at night I sit pounding away at the keyboard. Writing isn’t Always as glamorous a life as I had once thought. Hours alone, Endless edits, unreasonable deadlines. At times It didn’t seem worth the effort. But for the moment, I typed away at the stories that rolled out of my head. Despite the lost sleep and isolation it brought, releasing these stories had become a very healthy addiction.

Quietly, from behind, you approach me. I’m oblivious to your entrance as I finish another chapter. You watch the screen, waiting for a break in the process to make yourself known. As I save the final sentence, you rest your naked breasts on my shoulders surrounding my head with warm lush flesh, your hands slide sensuously down my bare chest and tweak my nipples. you gently kiss the top of my head and rest your chin on me, Asking how its going.

I Rest my head in your soft cleavage and feel my cock begin to stir from your touch. I tell you I’m almost there. Just a few more hours. Your hands slide further down my torso and you slide your tongue along my right ear, nibbling softly, as you whisper that its time for a break. Your tongue slips deftly into my ear and I cant stop the gasp of breath it pulls from me. Your fingers glide over my loose pajama pants feeling my cock grow. Your fingers wrap around it and you begin jacking me firmly.

I know you, you have been sleeping, naked, and you stand behind me, wet and ready for me. Your tongue dances over my earlobe and down my jawline as you push back and spin my chair around to face you. Standing before me is my beautiful woman. Only 5 feet tall, but packed kütahya escort tight with sexiness and sensuality. Large round tits capped with rubbery stiff nipples, Long brown hair brushing the midpoint of her arms, Creamy pale porcelain skin wrapping the body of a lush full woman. Her shaved pussy glittering wet in the light of the monitor. As I turn toward her, I can smell her arousal, and it tunnels my focus to making her cum for me.

She has plans for me though. She holds her fingers out to me, I kiss the tips wetly and she slides the first two into my mouth. I can clearly taste her juices on them as I suck them deep into my mouth. She begins to whisper seductively that she woke alone, and already playing with her clit dreaming of me. As she grew wetter, she thought of working her favorite dildo into her wet hole, but decided I had made her so horny, It was up to ME to handle it. I smiled big around her fingers as she traced her hand across my chin, along my chest and grasped my rock hard dick. she knelt before me and slipped my pants off as her lips closed over my swollen head. after only a few strokes of her hot wet mouth, she pulled away, saliva and pre-cum strung between my cock and her tongue.

She smiled up at me as she rose and lifted her leg over my waist, she smoothly slid my stiff dick into her open pussy and dropped firmly onto my lap. sitting in this position, she began to feed me her hard nipples as she explained that this dildo was MUCH more satisfying. Her Pussy was strong and very talented. she clenched her hole around the base of my dick, manisa escort as she rippled along the rest of my shaft. She never moved, but it felt as though she was pumping me furiously. My cock fit her all the way to the mouth of her cervix and stretched her just enough to rub her walls thoroughly. Her clit was so prominent, I could feel it rubbing against me as she rocked smoothly against me.

Feeling her nipples in my mouth as her pussy massaged me was a delicious experience indeed. She was enjoying it too, breathing quickly in time with her rocking motions, and now sharing her nipples with me. I was reaching around kneading her ass and massaging her hole with a damp finger as she rolled her hips.

We maintained this motion for several minutes, both lost in our lust for each other. As I approached the point of filling her with my cream, she released her tits and extended her tongue to my mouth. as she kissed me deeply, she began to rock harder and faster against me. I knew she was close too and started to rock my hips up to meet her. her juices started to literally spray from her with my thrusting and she immediately went stiff and stopped breathing as she came in shuddering waves. I couldn’t hold back after that. spewing my long held juice into her gripping hole.

she continued to ride me until i softened enough to slip from her. She slumped against me, our sweat mixing between our chests. Her arms were wrapped tightly around my neck as I stood and lifted her to the bed behind me, laying her down gently and sliding my tongue along her neck. she wrapped her fingers mardin escort in my long wavy hair and began to wrap herself around me as i explored her moist body with my lips and tongue. I slid over her chest, suckled her nipples, may have left a few love marks along her chest and belly. but I was focused on something a bit wetter than her heated skin.

Sliding along her waist i could smell her, I could feel her soaking hot crotch against my chest. I slid smoothly across her shaved mount and into her sticky wet slit. The taste of our juices mixed in her was intoxicating and irresistible. Her pussy was red and swollen from our fucking, I couldn’t wait to bury my face in her. Her hands drew me directly to her hole, knowing that I would take care of her sore skin, and give her the added release she craved. I slid my tongue deep into her and lapped around the inside of her in slow circles. her legs were wrapped around me as i dug into her spasming juiciness. We had played this game for a long time, I knew she could cum again almost immediately, and she knew how much I loved to feel her cum for me. so there was no hint of hesitation or holding back. she let herself fall quickly and deeply into another shaking and spewing orgasm. I locked my mouth over her hole and flicked at her with my tongue as I drank down her sweet tangy juices.

She came hard and long, shaking around me for several minutes. as she slowed, I released her and began to gently lick and lap at her slit. letting her drift back to serenity and relaxed blissfulness. slowly she released her legs and pulled me to her. kissing me deeply, she gazed at me sleepily and told me she was spent. I kissed her on the forehead, and wrapped her in a blanket, she was breathing soft even breaths before I had her tucked in.

Taking the step back to my chair, I began to pound away again. Wide awake and rejuvenated to write again.

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With my first story, Late Back, I got some probably deserved flak about the first chapter being a bit short and lacking enough action. Chapters on LE, I now realise, need to be more self-contained – cliff-hanger endings are not that welcome. Somebody else said I published it too soon, and I think they also had a point. With this story I’ve tried to address both criticisms. Although it’s a slow build, I hope there’s enough action to keep people satisfied, but I also hope the ending leaves you wanting more. Chapter 2 in 7-10 days, I hope. Comments and votes welcome.

Chapter 1 – Maggie, Summer

My memory is that it started something like this: An early summer evening, not yet end of term. My daughter Charlie was studying in her room with two of her best friends, Maggie and Liz.

Well, that was the theory. From all the noise and giggling and music it sounded more like a party to me. I was in my small study at the other end of the hallway from her bedroom, trying to get my report done. The noise was beginning to irritate me and I wasn’t in the best of moods to start with.

“Charlie!” I yelled. “Turn it down!”

No answer. Of course not. Teenagers’ ears work differently.

I sighed, got up, paced down the hallway and rapped on the door.

Maggie opened it.

“Hey!” she said cheerfully.

“Hey,” I said, less cheerfully. “Any chance you could turn it down a bit?”

“Yeah, totally,” she said. “Sorry.”

She smiled at me and I couldn’t help smiling back. Maggie, at eighteen, was tall, dark-haired, busty, gorgeous and cute and funny and… well, a total heart-breaker. She’d also managed to stay, as far as I could tell, a pretty nice person. Maggie spent an awful lot of time in our house and, much like all teenagers, seemed to treat it as interchangeable with her own.

“You know,” I said, “I’m pretty sure that there is research that says studying goes better in an environment of quiet and calm.”

I peered past her into my daughter’s room and winced.

“And also, tidiness. Tidy room, tidy minds.”

“Dad! Stop moaning.” This was Charlie, from her habitual position on the floor. “It’s MY room.”

There were a million comebacks to this, but my years of Dad training taught me that none of them would be fruitful.

“Hi CD!” This with a friendly wave from Liz, who was lounging on Charlie’s bed with papers all around her. (They’d called me “CD” – Charlie’s Dad – for years now.) Secretly, Liz was probably my favourite of Charlie’s friends, though I liked them all. Liz was more petite, shyer, more studious. She was a slim blonde, very pretty though the other girls were always nagging her to make more of an effort with her looks, hair and clothes. She resisted them, and I admired her for that. Resisting my daughter’s demands had never been something I’d found easy.

“We’re going to be SUPER quiet,” said Maggie. “Like little mice. Creeping around.”

She beamed at me again. She knew I was a pushover. They all did.

“Fine,” I said. “Shall I fix some cheese – or some food at least – for you mice later?”

“Yes, but no carbs,” called Charlie. “It’s a no carbs week.”

Again, a million arguments – you’re perfect, you shouldn’t worry about what you eat, etc, etc – all flashed across my mind and were rejected.

“No carbs,” I said. “Got it.”

I turned to go.

“Actually,” said Maggie, “As you’re here – I need some help. With my chemistry project. It needs to be three thousand words and I just can’t seem to find enough to say. Would you mind? Please?”

“Ah,” I said doubtfully. “I’m actually rather busy myself.”

Maggie gave me a forlorn look and pouted sadly.

“Fine – I’ll have a quick skim of it.”

Since chemistry and biology are a large part of my day job, I found her project really quite basic. If she’d asked me for help with interpreting Hamlet or analysing the causes of the Second World War, I’d have been stuck. But chemistry – no problem. I read through what she’d done, made a few small corrections, and then suggested a revised, slightly expanded structure that should ensure she sailed past the requisite word count.

Maggie listened attentively and intelligently. When I was done – it only took about ten minutes – she gave me a sudden, quick hug.

“You rock!” she said.

“That’s what all the girls say,” I agreed.

“Ha!” This from Charlie, scornfully, not even looking up from her work. Even Liz sniggered a little.

“Seriously,” said Maggie. “You’re like a cross between Einstein and… that guy who invented the light bulb.”

“Edison,” I said.

“Yeah, a cross between Edison and Einstein and…” She stopped again. “I need another E… Eastwood!”

“Clint Eastwood?”

“Yeah! Totally. You’ve got that craggy, hard eye stare thing going on… very… er, cool.” Had she been going to say something else? Anyway, I hoped she was talking about prime, late thirties, early forties Clint. Not eighty-something Clint. But sometimes it’s best not to ask.

“Well,” I said. “Er, thank you.”

Maggie smiled again. eskişehir escort I went out, she shut the door behind me.

I noticed that at no point had the music been turned down and, if anything, it now seemed louder than ever. But I let it go, and I strode manfully down to the kitchen, giving the hallway mirror a steely, Eastwood-like stare as I went.

Pathetic? Vain? Guilty as charged.

**

“Dad!” This was the following night.

I sighed under my breath, saved my file, and pushed the door open so I could call back down the hallway.

“What?”

“Can you come and talk to Maggie?”

“Maggie? About what?”

“That dullsville project thing of hers.”

I resisted the temptation to sigh again, got up, and went down the hallway. Her door was open and Charlie was lying on the floor with her phone to her ear.

“Here he is,” she said to the phone. “Talk to you later.”

She handed the phone to me. I wondered briefly why I had to be the one to walk down the corridor to get the phone, as opposed to Charlie coming to give it to me, but I suppose teenagers’ legs, like their ears, only work when it suits them.

“Maggie,” I said to the phone. “How can I help?”

“Hi! I’m sorry to bother you again, but I’m still struggling a bit with some bits of the project. Do you think you could just run through it for me again? Just five minutes?”

“Sure,” I said. I settled myself down into Charlie’s desk chair. I don’t know why I’d got her a desk and a chair, all her work seemed to be done stretched out on the floor and the desk just used for dumping clothes on.

“Get out,” said Charlie, waving a dismissive hand. “I’m trying to read this snoozefest of a Lit Crit book for my English essay and I don’t want you jabbering away about molecules and photons and lasers and stuff.”

Resisting the temptation to explain that photons and lasers belonged primarily in the world of physics and not chemistry, I got up again, went out, and shut the door behind me.

“I’ve been banished,” I said. “Let me just go back to my own office.”

“Ooh,” said Maggie. “Just the two of us in your private lair.” Her tone was amused and conspiratorial.

Back in my office I went through my suggestions again, looking up a few documents online as I did so. She asked if I could email the links to her.

“You’ve got my email address, right?”

“Er, no, actually, I don’t think I have.”

She gave it to me, and I emailed off the links. Something about having her email address excited me in a small way. I’d always been very circumspect around Maggie, it would be easy, too easy, to ogle her and lust after her and generally be inappropriate. I’d known her a long time, I knew her parents, and, as the parent of a teenage daughter myself, I tried to behave as I’d like other men to behave around Charlie.

“When I’ve done these changes, would you mind having another look?”

“Sure,” I said. “Just email it back when it’s ready.”

“You’re just the best!”

“That’s me,” I said. “Einstein and Edison in one handy package.”

“And Eastwood,” she immediately corrected me. “That’s the bonus part!”

“You’ve made my day,” I said. I’m not sure she got the reference though.

**

Hi!

It’s me. Your FAVOURITE chemistry student! Not!

Attached is the new version. I think it’s much better, thank you SO MUCH.

But if you have two minutes, PLEASE read it for me. I’d really appreciate any suggestions and corrections!

Thank you!

M

Xx

**

Two kisses. I looked at them for a lot longer than I should have done.

Unfortunately, Maggie had completely misunderstood my suggestions and had made her project not only confusingly structured, but blatantly wrong in places. I was sure she’d get marks for effort, and probably pass, but the strict scientist in me couldn’t stand the idea of this being submitted without at least the most glaring errors being corrected.

So, after about half an hour of adding notes and comments to her document, I emailed it back.

**

Maggie,

I think you’ve gone wrong in a few places. Have tried to suggest some corrections – see my comments.

Happy to look at again when you’re ready.

I debated whether to sign off with “Clint”. Would that make her smile, or would it seem a bit icky? How about some kisses? Definitely not. So I just sent it off, unsigned. Sometimes simplest is best.

About ten minutes later I heard Charlie’s phone ring. There was a brief conversation, then I heard her say “It’s fine… Later” and she presumably hung up.

“Dad!”

“What?”

“Maggie’s going to call you in, like, twenty seconds.”

(To discuss: why teenagers, like, need to use the word “like” in such an unnecessary fashion.)

Before I had time to bellow back in turn, my phone rang. It wasn’t a number I knew, but I could guess.

“Hi! It’s Maggie. Hope you don’t mind me calling.”

“No… it’s fine. You saw my email?”

“Yes… and I wanted to say I’m so sorry. You must have gaziantep escort taken ages doing all those comments for me. I really didn’t want to take up so much of your time.”

“It’s fine. Do they make sense?”

“Yes. Well, most of them. That comment on page three, about the different isotopes… I’m sorry, I just don’t really get it.”

“That’s fine… it’s a tricky one.”

I went through it again, as slowly as I knew how. I tried to give her some different examples of the process and I could tell from her questions that she was listening attentively. I liked her voice. I liked being able to help her.

And, from the slight swelling in my groin, I had some other reactions going on as well. But I tried to ignore those.

“… so, try those changes, and I’ll read it again when you’re ready.”

“Oh, thank you, but I can’t bother you again. I’m really, really, sorry to have taken up so much of your time. You must think I’m such a moron.”

“Of course I don’t. It’s a complex subject – and I’m very happy to read it again, honestly. Any help I can give you, just ask.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

She sounded doubtful.

“You’re just being nice… I must be such a pest. Charlie says you hate being disturbed.”

That was true enough usually. But it does depend on who’s doing the interrupting. Nubile eighteen-year-old girls tend to be slightly more welcome.

“You’re not a pest,” I said. “I’m always happy to hear your voice… I mean, if I can… be of any help.” Oops. Bit clumsy, best to hurry on.

“I like your voice too,” she said.

Umm.

“Er, thank you, Maggie. Just email it over when it’s ready, ok? I should probably go and get Charlie some dinner.”

“She’s eaten already. Before you got home – baked potato with cottage cheese. And Diet Sprite.”

It wouldn’t have been the first time I’d have fixed dinner only for Charlie to announce she’d already eaten. Have I mentioned that teenagers have their own rules?

“Well, then, I guess… I should get something for myself.”

“Would you like me to come over and make you dinner? It’s the least I could do for you.”

“Thanks,” I said. “But… the last time you and Charlie made me dinner, we nearly had to call the Fire Brigade.”

“Yes, but that was, like, six years ago! We were babies! I’m much better at all sorts of things now.”

Should I read anything into that? Best not.

“It’s kind of you – perhaps some other time.”

“Absolutely. I’d love to look after you for an evening.”

Look after me? Not quite the same thing at all, I thought.

“OK, well, sure, perhaps… after the exams are out of the way.”

“But that’s AGES! I will definitely do something before then. Or maybe I’ll bake you some cookies.”

This conversation was definitely going on a lot longer than I’d intended, but it seemed impossible to shake her off.

“No need for that at all,” I said. “Just send me the project when it’s ready.”

“You don’t want my cookies?” Sad, flirty, little girly, teasing. I walked straight into it.

“I’m sure your cookies are delicious.” I winced a second after I said it. I could hear her giggling.

“They really are,” she said. “I think you should taste them.”

“Maggie, I’m going to go now. Call me if you need me.”

“OK,” she said softly. “And… You call me too. If you need me.”

I hung up. Jesus. I realised my cock had swollen hugely during the last part of that conversation. That girl was dangerous. Lovely, sweet, probably full of good intentions, but very dangerous. I would have to be on my guard from now on.

Honestly, that was my plan.

**

I saved her number. I shouldn’t have really, but I justified it by saying to myself it was silly not to have it. Charlie’s phone might be lost or stolen or out of charge, and if I needed to get hold of her Maggie was an obvious person to try. I should have had it years ago.

But, just as with her email address, I felt an illicit thrill as I saved it into my contacts.

**

The next night my phone rang. It was her. I hesitated before answering.

“Hello Maggie. Everything OK?”

“Yes… just wanted to let you know everything’s going really well with the revisions so far.”

“Great,” I said. “But no need to call me to tell me that.”

“Oh.” She sounded a bit deflated.

“Do you want to speak to Charlie? I think she might be out, actually. I’ll check her room.”

“She’s at Liz’s house,” said Maggie. “She’ll be back around ten.”

“Oh. Right… well, I’ll tell her you called.” I said, lamely.

She giggled. “If I wanted to speak to her, I would have called her! I wanted to speak to you.”

“Oh… ok. And the project is going fine?”

“I wanted to hear your voice.”

“Maggie, that’s really sweet, but we shouldn’t be having these kind of conversations.”

“What kind?” she asked, feigning innocence.

“I’m happy to help with homework, but perhaps it’s best if we just do it when you’re over and Charlie’s here too, OK?”

“If giresun escort that’s what you want,” she said.

“It’s what I think is best, yes.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

“Maggie, I’m more than twenty years older than you and the father of your best friend.” I rubbed my temples as I tried to think of the right words. “It’s… very important that I act appropriately and respectfully with you at all times. And you should do the same.”

I knew I should hang up at that point, but I couldn’t. Part of me just couldn’t handle the impoliteness of hanging up on somebody I knew. And, yes, part of me didn’t want to.

“I don’t want to.”

“You don’t want to?”

“I don’t want you to act appropriately and respectfully with me.”

I closed my eyes. This was half fantasy, half horror show.

“Well, sadly, we don’t always get to choose.”

“So if there was nobody else in the world, nobody to disapprove, just us, what would you do then? Would you still be… respectful and appropriate?”

“Maggie, I’m not going to accept that as a basis for our discussion. Those kind of thought experiments are… pointless and unhelpful.”

She laughed softly. “Sorry professor.” She paused. “But I bet you wouldn’t.”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“I bet if we were the last two people in the world, you would want to… you know.”

Fuck you? Yes, I thought, if we were the last two people in the world I would fuck you five times a day and ten times on Sundays.

“I’ll speak to you soon, Maggie.”

It was one of the most difficult things I ever did, but I ended the call. It was like being released from an electric current the moment I did.

Jesus, I was in big trouble.

I stared at my phone as it lay silently in my hand. Did I want it to ring or not? I dreaded each outcome in almost equal measure.

It stayed silent. That night, at least.

**

The next day she emailed me her final version of the project. There was no flirting in the cover note she sent with it. No kisses. I won’t say I wasn’t a little disappointed by their absence.

I read through it. It was hugely improved, and really quite impressive. For all her flirting, she’d paid attention to what I was trying to tell her.

I sent back an email congratulating her, and got a simple one line back.

Thanks so much again. M xxxx

Short and sweet – but four kisses this time. It would be pathetic to spend any time agonising if that had any significance. So I didn’t. Of course I didn’t.

**

For the next week I was busy at work and stayed late most nights. Charlie was more than capable of looking after herself, though she was, it seemed, incapable of using the dishwasher or the washing machine. On the Friday evening I got a text from her saying she was going to stay with her Mum for the weekend. This wasn’t unusual, she only lived a short train journey away and Charlie went to see her every few months.

I did curse her, however, when I saw the state of the house on Friday evening. Dishes piled high, general chaos, overflowing laundry bags. I couldn’t face doing it that night, so I went to bed and resolved that Saturday would be my cleaning and house tidying day. I would get up early and launch into it.

Like so many plans we make, that’s not quite how it went. I must have been more tired than I thought as I slept until nine, very late for me. And when I woke up I found I was in no hurry to get up and tackle the chaos that awaited me elsewhere in the house. I also awoke with a raging hardon, and a vague memory of a very frustrating dream involving a dark-haired girl who kept offering me sex if I could catch up with her but who always seemed to stay a few steps ahead of me.

Masturbation, I thought. Masturbation first, cleaning second. Or maybe masturbation, coffee, a skim read of the news web sites, then cleaning.

I reached down and eased myself out of my boxers that I usually slept in. I kicked the covers off, took hold of my cock and began to stroke myself gently. Too often my masturbation was limited to hurried five-minute affairs in the bathroom. It was nice to have the house to myself and to be able to take my time.

“Knock knock!”

I nearly had a heart attack. It was Maggie’s voice from the hallway, just a few yards from my door.

“Jesus!”

“Sorry, it’s me… I hope I didn’t scare you.” She stayed the other side of the door, which was slightly ajar.

“Maggie, fucking hell, what the fuck do you think you’re doing!” I don’t normally swear, but this had scared the life out of me.

“I’m so sorry, I just came in to help tidy up and get you some breakfast… Can I come in?”

People always say that just before they come in anyway, and that’s exactly what Maggie did. She was holding a tray with a mug, bowl and plate on it. She looked genuinely upset to have scared me. Then her eyes widened.

“Oh goodness,” she said.

I yanked the covers back over myself.

“MAGGIE, GET THE FUCK OUT YOU STUPID LITTLE GIRL!”

I didn’t mean to be so loud and fierce but the humiliation of being seen like that combined with the scare made me speak more roughly than I intended. Her lips trembled and she put the tray down quickly on the floor and hurried out. Once the tray was on the floor I could see its contents. A mug of coffee, a bowl of cereal. And a plate of cookies.

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Work had been hectic over the course of a couple of weeks leaving me little time to think on things I would rather think on. Projects and paperwork consumed me. In all of this, I had not been able to pay much attention to Kitten a/k/a Stephanie.

Thankfully, she is very understanding and has always respected my work. For that I was grateful. Nevertheless, I was missing “quality” time with her, but, there was little I could do about it at the moment. The demands of my profession were eating me alive!

As often as I could during this busy time, I would send short messages to her about my workload being heavy, filled with meeting and business trips, but offering hope that someday soon, we would be together to catch up on what we had missed. Always graceful, understanding, and accommodating and being the lady she is, I know she could sense how tired, frazzled, and frustrated I was in my messages to her.

On this day however, things were going to change.

I did not know, but, Stephanie had taken it upon herself to pay a visit to my office. She came to the office building where I work making her way through the building until she found my office.

Piles of papers were stacked high on my desk and I was turned to my computer hammering out a proposal in Excel. My eyes were weary and tired, my hair disheveled and getting whiter than it should be, and my nerves were frazzled by C-level IDIOTS demanding reports while low level END-USERS were complaining about their FUCKING applications not WORKING because they CLICKED on something they shouldn’t HAVE! I heard a tap on my door expecting to see yet ANOTHER co-worker with yet ANOTHER petty problem and blurted out, “WHAT NOW!”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” a familiar voice responded.

“Stephanie, what are you doing here?” I started to stand up but she motioned with her hands for me to sit back down.

“I am so sorry I blurted out at you. I was expecting it would be a co-worker needing something, not you! Candidly darling, I’m very happy to see you but I have a ton of work to get through.”

Stephanie closed my office door, locked it, then turned to me and said, “Ten minutes is all I want from you.”

My mind shifted from grueling work demands to wonderment as to what she had in mind. “Okay darlin, let me close this spreadsheet out and then you have my full attention.” I turned to my computer, made a couple of clicks then turned back to her.

To my surprise, Stephanie had slipped her long winter coat over her shoulders and opened the front of it with her hands planted on her hips holding the open coat in place. With calculated movements, she slowly let the coat slide over her arms reveling that she was only clothed in a white teddy and white thigh highs and letting the coat fall to the floor.

“I think you need this.” she said.

My face lit up and a big smile came across my lips, not to mention the wonderful feeling of the stirring in my Dockers!

Smiling at me Stephanie said, “My goodness Doug, your tired eyes don’t look as tired now, and you seem to be much more at ease!”

“Indeed I am at ease gorgeous!” I replied.

Licking my lips, my eyes travel from her face, down her chest and towards her legs. Suddenly, the thought of working vanished. I smiled and gave her a come hither movement with my index finger, swiveling the desk chair away from the desk and towards Stephanie.

As only she can do, Stephanie saunters over to my desk and stands before me. Sliding her fingers under the straps of the teddy, she pushed them down over her shoulders. The nightie slips off and onto the floor. My eyes soaking up her offerings of only a white thong and stockings.

Taking my hands into hers, she moves them on her breasts, pushing them together. Our fingers merge and massage the alabaster flesh then pinch and pull the light pink rose buds until they are hardened protuberances.

Needing this so badly, my mouth replaced my hands on her skin while her hands continue cupping her breasts together as she fed my mouth. With abandon, ordu escort my tongue licks around the areola, switching from one breast to the other. My tongue flicking her nipples then my mouth forms a suction on one.

She moans out, “Oh Doug, you naughty man, you are going to leave a mark.”

Releasing the lock I had on her nipple, I smile devilishly, “Yes, baby, I know.”

I alternated using my tongue and teeth on her tit causing low sighs to escape from her mouth. Her fingers were running through my hair, stroking the scalp, watching me enjoying her sweet offerings.

I lowered my right hand and headed straight for her hot pussy when she said, “Okay baby. That is enough of that for the time being. Now, lean back in your chair. I have plans for you.”

Stephanie pulls back and lowers herself down on her knees between my legs. She slowly unbuckles my belt, unbutton and unzip my pants. The look in her eyes was filled with enjoyment and passion.

“Mmmmm, there is that bulge I love to worship. Does it feel good Doug to get hard for Kitten?” she asked.

“Oh darling. Oh sweet baby girl. You have no idea how good it feels to get hard from admiring your body and the anticipation you bring.” I replied.

She runs her hand along my boxer briefs, touching the hardened mass underneath them. I raise my hips as she pulls my pants down then my underwear. My erection springs out and a big smile came across Stephanie’s pretty face as she licked her lips and said, “Mmmm baby, what a gorgeous sight of solid, pulsating, man flesh!”

By now, clear pre-cum was flowing steadily out of the slit in the head. ” I can’t let this deliciousness go to waste baby.” Her tongue lapped up the clear liquid, swirling around the head, over and over again. Her eyes were focused on my face, and my eyes were fixated on her talented mouth and tongue.

“Sweet Stephanie, you have a luscious mouth and wicked tongue. Work your naughty magic on me darling.” My hand pats her face then moved to her hair, running my fingers through it.

Many times Kitten has done this to me, but this time, the risk of being caught or seen created an even more excited moment in time. I leaned back to enjoy what was to come!

She slowly lowered her mouth and her lips slid over the swollen head of my cock then further down the shaft. With saliva dribbling from her lips and down my cock as she toke more and more of it inside. Her small hand cradled my balls, softly squeezing them, causing me to moan loud.

With her other hand at the base of my shaft, she started rubbing the cock, up, down, up, down. Feeling the head touching far in the back of her mouth.

Sliding my cock out of her mouth, Stephanie looks at me with lust in her eyes and says in a guttural tone, “I want to deep throat your throbbing cock baby and feel your cum spurt down my throat.”

Wow. What man wouldn’t want to hear that and to accommodate a woman wanting to do that to him!

Relaxing her throat muscles she slid more of my cock deeper. I then felt her humming against my cock, causing vibrations against my skin. I groan out as she moves her mouth back up my cock then sliding back down, deep throating and gagging on it.

The gagging caused her saliva to become thick and sticky wet. Again, she dropped down on my cock and gobbled it deep. Holding it for a moment then pulling off of it gagging and breathing hard.

This made my primal desire to come forefront. “Come on Stephanie, suck this cock. Shove it in the back of your mouth and swallow the hard fucker!” She responded by cramming my cock meat in her mouth and deep to the back of her throat over and over.

I felt her hand wrap around the base of my cock and she starts moving it along with her mouth, rubbing the spit up and down its length while her other hand caressed my balls feeling them tightening, knowing a salty treat will be filling her mouth sooner than later.

My fingers, full of red hair are now pulling, controlling the movements of her mouth. My groans become louder as my thrusts into her mouth and deep in her throat.

“FUCK…STEPHANIE…OHHHHH!!” I cry out! Three quick jerks, and my hands clamp down on her head and salty osmaniye escort cum showered the back of her throat just like she asked for.

My hot discharge was dripping from the corners of her mouth, running down my cock and onto my balls. Looking down watching my cum ooze from her mouth down onto my cock was exhilarating and erotic.

Slowly she withdrew her moth off my pulsing cock and her tongue gingerly licked the sensitive head, cleaning it as her hands massaged the cum over my shaft and balls.

Her eyes looked up into my face as I looked down at her smiling. I run my fingers along her jawline up to her wonderful mouth. With my thumb, I trace along her bottom lip, wiping the last traces of my orgasm into her open mouth which she eagerly accepted and swallowed.

Patting my legs, I say, “Come here baby.”

Rising up off her knees she settles into my lap, wrapping her arms around my neck and shoulders. Resting her head on my shoulder as I run my fingertips up and down her stockings.

Turning my head towards her I kiss her softly on the lips. I look past Stephanie at the clock on the wall and say to her, “We still have five minutes left.”

A wicked smile came across Stephanie’s lips. “Just five minutes?” she asked.

“Yes sweet lover, five minutes will be all I need to make you feel good.”

I push papers off the desk and into the floor. Sitting in my chair, I command, “On the desk Stephanie.”

“With pleasure baby” she replied and crawled on the desk, leaned back on two hands and spread her legs wide open for me.

Looking at Stephanie on my desk, with her white thigh highs on, and legs spread I say, “Sweet Stephanie, you knew exactly what I needed and I know what you need baby.”

Stephanie reached down with her right hand, and spread her pink pussy lips wide for me giving me a visual thrill that she knows how to do. “Do you mean Doug is hungry for a juicy, wet, pussy?”

I looked at her sweet pussy, then with my eyes, I looked up her silky skin, past her stiff nipples to her pretty face and could only shake my head in agreement.

“The clock is ticking baby, and time is money.” she commented.

That is all it took to kick me into high gear. I pushed my chair back, knelt on the floor and buried my face in her awesome pussy. Immediately, moans and groans escaped Stephanie’s lips as my mouth assaulted her wetness.

Stephanie released her wet pussy lips and leaned back on the desk watching me eat her pussy. I did not look up, but knowing Stephanie, I am confident she had one hand on one of her nipples rolling and squeezing it.

I reached up and squeezed her pussy lips together and licked up and down her wetness. I slid my tongue between her pink lips and tongue fucked her slit. My tongue darting in and out of her juicy pussy making Stephanie moan and purr. Licking up and down, then darting my tongue in and out.

“Oh god baby, that is divine” Stephanie muttered. “I am close baby, do it more”

Hearing her words, I inserted two fingers into her hot pussy and started finger fucking it. My mouth found her nub and with my tongue I gave it a good lashing flicking it up and down.

“Oh baby, I am so close” she mumbled. “Eat my pussy Doug, eat it good baby, like you did in Pittsburgh…Oh fuck baby…almost!”

I locked my mouth on her clit and licked her stiff nub hard while my fingers furiously fucked in and out of her pussy.

“Baby…baby…I am cumming…ughhhhhh…yes…YES DOUG, I am CUMMMINGGGG!”

Stephanie’s body stiffened and she grabbed my head and held it tight between her wide open legs as her orgasm took her.

I lifted my head from between her legs. My face wet with her juices. Stephanie’s body was shaking as her orgasm subsided.

“Kiss me Doug.”

I stood up, and we kissed deeply. Like a sweet Kitten, she licked my face clean of her nectar. Her tongue tenderly licking the wetness from my face, lips and mouth.

I sat back in my chair, and Stephanie sat on the edge of my desk with her legs crossed. I said, ‘Sweet Stephanie, you were correct. I truly NEEDED this visit from you!”

My phone buzzed and someone asked if I could assist them with sinop escort a computer issue. I replied and told them I was in the middle of a project and could get to it in 15 or so minutes.

I smiled at Stephanie and said, “So darlin, any ideas for the next 15 minutes?”

Stephanie smiled, stood up, turned toward the desk, leaned over, putting her hands onto the desktop and presented me with her sweet ass. “I could think of something to help make the time more pleasurable.”

Looking over her shoulder at me, she shook her soft ass at me and said, “The clock is ticking.”

Taking in the sight of her naked body and china skin ass cheeks, I rise up from my chair, “Kitten do you know I often I sit in my office thinking about you?” My hand brushes her hair off her shoulder then I place a kiss on it.

Jokingly she said, “Is that why you are so behind in your work today?”

Playfully I swat her bottom causing her to shriek. I raise my index finger to my lips, signaling her to be quiet. My cock, now rigid and ready for action after that deep throat fucking, brushed against the back of her thighs while my mouth continues placing kisses across her back.

Reaching around her, my hands work at kneading her soft lobes causing her nipples to stiffen. Moaning Stephanie says, “Oh god baby! The way you touch my tits makes me weak but wanting more. Your touch makes my pussy drip with anticipation to take your hard shaft.”

She leaned her head back onto my shoulder and moaned as I peppered kisses under her ear, and down her neck. Raising her hands, she reached behind, touching the back of my head as I feel my cock slip between her legs, rubbing against her wetness.

The smell of our mixed scents lingering in the air. My passion grew and I replaced kisses with bites on her neck causing her to moan and push her ass back onto my pelvis indicating to me that Stephanie was ready to be taken.

Whispering into her ear. ” But one idea never came into my mind…” I pause my thought as my hands grips her shoulders, plunging my cock inside of her…”Fucking you on my desk.” Stephanie took in a sharp breath then slowly exhaled, savoring the fullness of my cock sliding deep into her pussy.

Sliding my hands from her shoulders to her waist, I pull her back onto my cock. In low tones I moan out, “Now Kitten, let’s fuck and cum together.”

Stephanie leans forward onto my desk her hands grasping the edge and says, “Yes baby. I am yours to take and to screw all you want. Now fuck me baby.”

Looking at the clock, we were down to five minutes before I had to return to work. With the clock ticking down, I began pumping her pussy furiously. Each thrust was met with her pushing back against me.

Looking down, I watch as my cock sawed in and out of her wet pussy coating it with her nectar and making smacking noises with each thrust. Deep guttural sounds escaped Stephanie’s mouth as I pounded her.

“Fuck it more baby, I am close.” She said.

Grabbing her hips, I was lifting her off the desk and with force driving my cock in and out of her. “I am going to cum Stephanie” I moaned.

With her hands now on the desk and pushing hard back against me, “Oh god baby, I AM ALREADY CUMMING!”

I shoved my cock meat in one last time and moaned, ‘Fuck baby! I am cumming.” And shot wads of cum deep in her pussy.

I reached under Stephanie and stood her up as my pulsing cock slipped from her dripping slit. She was breathing hard and I turned her around and kissed her deep. I looked at the clock and we had three minutes left.

“Thank you Kitten, you are exactly what I needed baby. And we have three minutes to spare!”

“My pleasure Doug. I enjoyed “coming” in your office.” She said with a big smile.

We pulled ourselves together.

“Before you go Kitten, I have something to show you.”

Turning to my computer, I made a couple of clicks and on my monitor was a video replaying everything we had done!

Kitten squealed and said, “You bad, bad, naughty man!”

Smiling at her, I said, “Perhaps I am baby, but you are a bad, bad, naughty woman. How about I bring a DVD of this over tonight and we can watch it together when time will not be against us?”

“I will leave the light on and the door unlocked Doug.” Then she turned and walked out of my office just as a male co-worker was coming in to my office.

“Doug, wow, who was that?” he asked.

“Oh, just someone I enjoy spending ‘time’ with.” I said. Now, what the FUCK do you want?”

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