Alex and the Great Outdoors

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Pent up. Pent up and bored was all Alex felt. His prediction of a dull time spent visiting his grandmother had been accurate. Nothing to do around the small, rickety house, and the blisteringly hot Virginia summer was in full swing, leaving Alex bereft of anything to fill his time. The somewhat reclusive nature of Alex’s grandmother meant that, in addition to the already crushing malaise, Alex was unable to… relieve, certain pressures. As a young man of 18, Alex wasn’t used to such a lapse in his ‘me time’, and as such he was rapidly becoming uncomfortable with his burgeoning desire for a little release.

Some little respite came in the form of his, now undeniably treasured, cell phone. While Alex was cut off from contact in a physical sense, his social life continued in absentia, his phone the only lifeline to the real world back home in Chicago, well away from this loathsome shack situated miles from anywhere and anyone. Despite the heat, Alex had made a few brief trips away from the his grandmother’s house, only to find yet more dull, uninhabited fields, kept company only by the birds and buzzing flies. However, Alex’s malaise was about to take an interesting turn.

It was mid-evening, the sun not yet set, when Alex, mindful of a brief remission from the overbearing heat outside, decided out of sheer listlessness to go out for a walk. He dressed himself in a fitted white T-shirt and a pair of kight shorts, then reverentially sliding his cell into a pocket he set off along the track away from the house.

Alex had walked some considerable distance before a vibration from his phone took him up short. A text, just another reminder of his situation thought Alex, but upon opening up his phone and reading the short message, his heart near skipped a beat. Christina! Not any mere mortal but the beautiful Christina! It took barely a moment for her name to conjure up lustful thoughts, and the content of the text, a nonchalant, yet playful, gizli porno “Wanna hang out sometime ;)” set Alex’s pulse racing. Christina wasn’t any normal 18 year old girl, she was special. She had a certain way about her that reminded Alex of a movie star, and she certainly had the looks for it. Tallish, blonde and well endowed, Christina was a point of adoration for many a guy back home, and for her to be interested in Alex of all people! The sad fact of Alex’s isolation tasted only more bitter in the wake of this revelation, and as tantalising as the offer was, there was no way to escape his dixie trappings and return to his own, real home.

Christina’s message had done more than stir Alex’s heart however, and even in the warmth of the evening Alex could feel a certain heat about his groin and a little knot in his stomach. The past days of somewhat supervised existence had left Alex painfully horny, he felt his libido rising with each passing day and night. When Alex had set out from the house he had, in light of the dry heat, chosen to leave any underclothes off, and now as he walked down the road Alex became aware of the gentle rubbing of his shorts against his soft cock. A flurry of excitement swept through his body, and Alex looked behind, then all about himself, checking that he was truly alone on this dusty path. Satisfied, Alex reached beneath his shirt and touched his left nipple, making smooth circles around it with his deft fingers, making it hard enough that it could be seen poking through his shirt. He licked his fingers and touched the other, enjoying the cool sensation on his body, feeling his wanton ache intensify as he toyed with himself.

Alex adjusted his shorts, pulling them a little tighter against his body, and feeling the soft material glide across his sensitive foreskin. In light of the heat, Alex removed his shirt, displaying his lithe teenage body to the sweltering sun, his hard nipples feeling götten porno the warm kiss of the evening light. Alex had never been any form of exhibitionist, but this openness stoked a fire deep within his sexuality that enticed him to do just a little more.

Alex looked around again, and upon seeing nothing suspicious, eased the zip down on his shorts, letting the fly hang open, his shorts held aloft only by the button above. Alex was tingling with excitement as he slowly, reverentially, slipped a finger through the zip and brushed his cock head. Alex’s penis stirred, stiffening up a little as he gradually slipped his shorts further down his body and pulled his balls and cock through his fly. As he walked along, Alex admired his large, heavy balls, filled to the brim with thick, creamy cum, and watched as his semi-erect cock perched atop them, bouncing this way and that with each step he took. The fading sunlight felt good as it illuminated his proudly displayed genitals, and Alex instinctively reached down and cupped his heavy balls, feeling their weight and caressing the soft skin. He moved his hand and slid up onto the underside of his sunlit cock, massaging it’s length, easing his palm up and down the smooth skin of his shaft. Alex reached for the button of his shorts and allowed gravity to drop them to his ankles, exposing his pert buttocks and dark,trimmed pubic hair.

Alex removed his shoes and became fully naked, glowing in the evening sun. As he ran his long fingers down his chest, lightly pinching each nipple on his way down, Alex knew that he could no longer contain himself. Scanning around, Alex noticed a small copse of trees not far from him, and gathering up his discarded clothing, watched as his cock bounced wildly as he jogged over to the grove. Throwing his clothing down in a heap, Alex sought a suitable tree to lean against while he indulged, selecting an arched sapling and wandering towards it. grup porno Alex felt the warm bark in his hands and the dryness of the earth beneath his bare feet, and leaning his back against the sapling he lowered himself down onto the ground, his firm buttocks alighting on the earth as he sat. Leaning against the young tree, Alex was finally ready to take himself in hand. He started slowly, running his hands over his chest and belly, flicking at his nipples, then finally descending upon his stiffening cock and full balls.

Gently, Alex drew back his foreskin, exposing the large purple head beneath. His cock was by now beyond a mere semi, hardening as he touched his shaft and toyed with his foreskin. Leaning harder upon the tree, Alex drew his knees up and parted his legs, making his hard cock stand up prominently, the tight skin quivering with anticipation as Alex began to masturbate. Long strokes, up and down the length of his cock, pausing now and then upon his glistening head, angling it backwards as a translucent droplet of pre-cum appeared as the tip, then lazily streamed down his head and onto his shaft.

Alex was lost in pleasure. As his arousal peaked, more pre-cum began to flow from his dick, and soon he was well lubricated and jerking faster, his hand running along his length, his finger tickling the underside of his swollen, quivering penis. Alex could feel the orgasm building deep inside of him, as well as the explosion of thick, white cum that would herald it’s arrival. Bombarded with new feelings, Alex moaned and shuddered as the moment came close, sensing his load waiting to be released. With a long, final moan, Alex came harder than he ever had before, his hips thrusting as his thick, gooey cum spurted in long, thick blobs from his rock hard cock, landing all over his belly and mingling amongst his pubic hair.

Alex was stunned. He sat there on the warm earth for minutes before he could think clearly again, enjoying his prolonged orgasm for all it was worth. His cum-covered cock maintained a semi-erect posture before eventually flopping down onto his outstretched leg, dripping yet more seed onto his thigh.

Perhaps, Alex thought, this vacation might not be quite so boring after all.

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A Proposal Pt. 04

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What next? Well, it’s always good to be prepared as well as to be able to adjust on the fly, so to speak. So when my phone rang later while we were out exploring the city, I was pleased to hear the familiar voice of our recent flight attendant, Monique. She apparently was intrigued with us enough to actually call. With fortuitous timing, you were in a conversation with a vendor about a stuffed bear when the phone rang, so you had no idea with whom I spoke nor any of the conversation. My pre-arranged plans had now shifted somewhat, and I was actually even more excited for the new treat in store for you.

As we finished a fantastic day of sight-seeing, visiting memorable historical landmarks, conversing with locals and listening to wonderful stories, we returned to the hotel tired but spiritually invigorated. I suggested you strip down and lie on the freshly made bed. Predictably, you cautiously voiced some smidgen of ambivalence about more physical exertion so soon, but your fears were soon assuaged as I lit incense and took out massage oil to begin an hour long adulation of your body, working every knot, every square inch of your luxurious being. Slowly and expertly I called your body to relax with my hands, to bring your mind to an alpine meadow of light and colour, no present or past or future to ponder, only sensations of deep contentment.

We both awoke after what seemed like hours, but was really only a cat nap, refreshing and unfettered by dream. Darkness had come upon the city, though, and it was time to prepare for the evening. As I expected, you weren’t particularly interested in hitting the town again just yet. So my suggestion of dinner at the hotel was welcome. So much the better, for I had already made a reservation and our guests would be meeting us downstairs soon. Again, we made slow love in the shower, exquisitely slow undulations of my cock sliding doktor porno into your body as I held you from behind, the jets of hot water accompanying our oneness, time standing still again as we savored our gift.

I was so pleased to surprise you again with a deep blue shimmering dinner gown, blue nylon fishnet stockings, blue garter belt, blue silk gloves, blue strapless bustier, and this time radiant sapphires to wrap around your neck. Again, I had you wear the jewels first so I could savor the art of your nude presence and drink in the beauty. As you finished dressing, I had to kiss you and feel your lips again. Our kisses were like windows to a painting, where the patrons saw our beauty and symmetry and gazed with appreciation, desire, and envy.

We arrived downstairs and, as we walked to our table, you recognized both Paul and then Monique. Monique had followed my instructions and wore a black leather collar, short black dress with black stockings and heels. Paul was impeccable in a classic black tux. When they saw us, they both stood and gave a slight nod of subservience, no words spoken as we sat down together. There was, in fact, no conversation at dinner other than a few words between you and me. Monique and Paul were told not to speak until spoken to and they admirably adhered to those directions. We ordered their meals and, after the main course, excused them to accompany each of us to the bathroom. You gave me a slightly puzzled look as we walked away from the table and I told you, simply, to let Monique do as I told her. You raised a single eyebrow at the same time you gave me a soft, sweet, smile.

There were large, individual bathroom areas available in this hotel (a fabulous idea!) and Monique led you to one. Upon entrance, she slowly approached you and delicately brought her lips to your neck and ear, gently ensest porno letting her fingernail trace a line down your breasts and belly. You had so embraced this fantasy already that you didn’t hesitate to pull her head back by her long black hair with one hand, drive your tongue into her mouth, and reach around with your other hand to ram two fingers into her naked, wet cunt. After a gasp, she let out a deep moan of perfect acceptance and willing subservience to your desire.

After fucking her mouth with your tongue and nearly leading her to cum with your fingers, you release Monique and order her to disrobe, save for her collar. She does so quickly, panting and shaking with her carnal lust. You order her on all fours and resume fucking her with three fingers while you bury your tongue in her perfectly clean, bleached, and perfumed dark star. You pinch her nipples hard and realize how much she longs for your forceful touch. “Don’t cum until I tell you, little whore of mine!” comes out of your mouth from somewhere and your pussy twitches from the assumption of command as well as from Monique’s obviously delighted reaction of total psychological submission. You clamp down hard on one nipple then lift your head up so you can slap her ass hard while your other hand continues to drive into her dripping cunt. You hear her whisper “Please” and you stop everything… “Please?” you respond. Practically hyperventilating at the cessation of sensation, she immediately screams, “Please, Mistress, may I cum?” You hesitate, smack her ass again with full force, then insert your fingers into her snatch again as you respond, “You may cum now, Monique”. You plunge your tongue in her asshole again while ferociously driving your fingers in her pussy. She bucks and scream and her whole body shakes uncontrollably with wave after wave of orgasm.

Meanwhile, erotik porno in the bathroom next door, Paul expertly lets his tongue and mouth fuck my hard dick as only another man knows. I order him to lick my asshole while I enjoy the view in the mirror of my engorged cock and this amazing specimen of manhood burying his face in my ass. When I sensed the time was right, I had Paul undress completely and began to stroke his smooth penis. I couldn’t resist tasting his manhood for a spell, so I removed my hand to take him into my mouth and feel his throbbing member long for release. Finally, it was time and I gave a soft knock on the door adjoining our two restrooms…

As the door opens, I am so pleased to see Monique on all fours panting in heat, with you holding her leash and clearly savoring the moment. You are equally pleased, I see, with Paul’s heaving chest and bulging cock; he is not too steady on his feet trying to compose himself while desperately craving release. Without a word, we both quickly undress, ordering Monique and Paul to remain in place to watch us.

Our deep embrace and intertwining tongues preclude positioning the wide padded bench in direct view of Paul and Monique. As I lay on my back you position yourself on top of me to indulge our favorite position. How I savor your perfect, moist lips and mouth on the tip of my cock as I hold your sweet ass and taste the succulent nectar of your delicious pussy. As we build the tempo of our titillation and feel each other’s bodies uncontrollably thrust and buck, you lift your head and shout, “Fuck her now, Paul!”

In a flash, Paul drives his engorged dick from behind Monique in one motion. She screams while you more forcefully suck me off and drive your cunt on my face. As Paul slams his pole into Monique’s dripping hole, you start to shake as we all near climax. The simultaneous explosion of my cock in your mouth and your pussy in mine mirrors Paul and Monique’s complete loss of control and massive orgasms. As we awake from the blinding intensity of pure pleasure, you climb off me and order Monique to clean my body with her tongue while Paul does the same with yours…

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A Promise to Her

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She walked into the hotel room in the black dress he had bought for her as a gift, her legs a little weak from anticipation and nervousness, she had worked with him for a couple months and she was still trying to figure out why this man had a mysterious power over her. She loved his blue eyes and strong but soft hands. He had the best qualities of any man she had ever dated and she was wondering if that continued into the bedroom. In a few moments she would find out. She was usually the one in control and she was taking a huge chance by submitting to him. She had joked about dominating him, and he had told her no way, he was the dominant one. In his mind he had thoughts about letting her control him but not tonight. As per their agreement and for the fantasy she had in her mind he was to be her pleaser and she was his playtoy to do as he wished. She knocked on the door and was told to enter. Her pleaser was standing in the room lit only by candles. He was a big man over six foot tall and 230 lbs, he stood over her and when they hugged he seemed to swallow her into his frame. He was large, but very comfortable like a teddy bear or grizzly depending on his mood. She walked towards him and they kissed long and passionate. He slid his hands down her sides and looked deeply into her eyes almost as if he was büyük meme porno trying to read her mind. “Stand still plaything” he said in his deep voice and started to walk around her taking in her body in her black dress. She stared straight ahead and as he disappeared from her sight he watched her lower her head and submit to her lustful feelings. He slowly walked around her taking in her beauty and the lustful glow that had taken over her. She was slightly shaking as the effects of her last orgasm faded.

He slowly walked up behind her and touched her shoulder, sliding his hand down from her shoulder to the small of her back and to her sweet, soft ass, his left hand holding her from being able to move as his right hand slid between her slightly tanned ass cheeks. She wanted to push her ass back to him but knew he held her in the position he wanted her in. His finger probed her dripping wet pussy and still lubed asshole, she sighed and moaned softly. With a slight push, he bent her over the edge of the bed and slid a finger into both of her hot holes. She cried out with a soft moan and the wetness started leaking out from her pussy. He stepped forward to whisper in her ear, his hard cock brushing against her thigh and sending chills through out her spine.

çinli porno Are you enjoying yourself my toy?”

“Yes my pleaser”

“Good” he growled into her ear. She again felt chills to her soul. This man had her wetter and hotter than anyone ever had.

He slid his fingers in and out of her wetness at an incredibly slow pace she wanted to

come again and it seemed like it took forever for her orgasm to build up and come crashing over her body. How did he know how to touch her like this?

While she was bent over the bed he wanted to take her. He stepped between her legs and pushed her legs open farther. With his right hand he guided his cock into her wet pussy, his left hand still held her slightly bent over the bed.

“Hmmm, oh yes” she moaned as his stiffness filled her wet hot pussy. He slid his finger into her mouth and she started acting like she was sucking another cock as her pleaser was fucking her. With long slow strokes he filled her again and again, sliding in and out he looked down and watched as his thick cock stretched her lips and filled her.

He felt his balls tighten and pull close to his body. He pulled his cock out and stepped from her leaving her empty, she again moaned this time in disappointment. What was her değişik porno pleaser doing now her mind thought but she didn’t ask the question. He wanted the pleasure to continue and he also wanted to establish his control over her. He stepped up to her again, and this time he guided his cock into her wet tight ass, she groaned and arched her back to meet his intrusion, she loved to be filled in her ass and his thick cock was making her crazy with lust. He was tired of being nice and started to roughly fuck her ass, making her moan and scream louder, her pussy was dripping juices freely now and she could feel the wetness running down her thighs. With both hands on her hips he slammed into her again and again. She moans were screams of pleasure now and she was lost in the orgasms that washed over her. His balls were tight again and he knew it was time to release his cum for his beautiful playtoy.

He slid his cock into her again and held it deep into her. He moaned her name and filled her ass with long spurts of his thick cum.

She fell forward onto the bed and lay there unable to move. Her pleaser went to the bathroom and grabbed a hand towel, wetting it with warm water, he went back to his playtoy and washed her carefully. She moaned as he slid the slightly coarse towel across her sensitive ass and swollen pussy lips. He washed her with the care of a parent washing a new child. She looked at her pleaser again and his blue eyes had softened into a beautiful color of blue and he had a glow across his face. He had pleased her and he knew this wasn’t going to be the last time…….TBC

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QuadDating

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The only thing that Sophie Creighton related to her husband’s disappearance when she called me in to try to track him down was his recent obsession with an online dating service. She didn’t suspect foul play or anything. He had packed a suitcase and, she said, had been withdrawn and acting strangely for some time. She said she primarily wanted to know where he was so that she could have divorce papers served on him.

He hadn’t taken his desktop computer and she’d spent time breaking into his private areas before she’d called me in. She’d found that he’d been playing around on a local dating site called QuadDating, which had a stiff six-month membership fee that gave you access to the member profiles, and where, for an additional fee, you could make four appointments for hookups on a single day at the service’s facility with those whose profiles attracted you. The appointments were for four-hours at QuadDating’s facility, an old downtown hotel converted for the purpose. The four hours was broken into four separate appointments for forty-five minutes each in a hotel room, to do whatever the two (or more) of you wanted to do. The sessions were separated by fifteen minutes. You could sign up for fewer sessions, but you paid for all four. And the hookups were all by mutual consent.

Sophie had found not only Don Creighton’s personal profile on the dating site Internet page but also evidence of his last session signup. For the first sessions, he’d made an appointment for a young woman named Cindy—for two consecutive sessions. But, though the record indicated he’s made two other appointments, he’d managed to blank out the names of who they’d been set with.

Sophie said she wanted me to track this Cindy down and find out if Don was with her. She flattered me by saying she’d picked me, on recommendation, because she didn’t think I’d have any trouble making an appointment with this Cindy. Sophie gave me a check to cover not only my expenses for three days work but also the relatively high cost to sign up with QuadDating and to pay for information. Saying yes to her proposal wasn’t difficult as I had no other work pressing, and I wouldn’t mind trying out one or two of those sessions she was paying for. I wasn’t exactly celibate.

* * * *

I was gratified to find that Sophie had assessed my chances in the QuadDating profiles correctly. It wasn’t long after I put in my profile that the interested private messages started pinging, and within several hours I not only had appointments for the next day with Cindy but also with three other prime candidates of my choice. What was surprising to me was that good research on the QuadDating Web site revealed that several of the profiles were for listed staff members of the site. As these were some of the more attractive profiles, it struck me that QuadDating wasn’t just running a referral and enabling dating-cum-sex service, but it also was running some form of a brothel—and one where amateurs could play on the same level as the professionals. Only the member setting up the appointments was charged for the service, so my guess was that some of the honeys with the best profiles on the site had just discovered a clever way to avoid walking the streets.

The pros undoubtedly got a cut of the fees, but everything a session with an amateur brought in most likely went directly to the house. This was a new concept for a brothel to me, and one that seemed to be clever. Undoubtedly connections with the amateurs could be made outside the service, but I was willing to bet the pros made their hookups keep contact within the confines of QuadDating’s expense structure.

It didn’t matter to me whether I signed up for pros or amateurs as long as they were arousing and helped lead to where I wanted to go. Beyond Cindy, who was quite a looker, if you liked that type, I signed up for the best I could find. It actually worked bedava porno to the benefit of what I was tasked to do to have hookups with service staff members, so that maybe I could learn something about the operation that would permit me to track down the wandering Don Creighton. And whoever I hooked up with would earn their way.

Cindy was a bit surprised when all I wanted to do in my first QuadDating hookup, beyond some light kissing and groping, was talk. She seemed a bit disappointed and said so, saying she’d been looking forward to the hookup, but when I started flashing the wad of money Sophie Creighton had given me to loosen lips, she was willing not only to talk but also to go out to the reception area and pump her friend in reception for information on Don Creighton. Before she went she said he’d fucked her but almost seemed reluctant to do so.

“He was a hunk—like you,” she said. “But he didn’t really want to do any more than you have. He was nervous the whole time he was with me—like he couldn’t wait to get on to the next session. I felt like I had to seduce him. And I’d had such hopes for him.”

“Hopes for him?” I asked.

“I checked up on him. The man’s loaded and is a real good looker. A beautiful body—just like you, hon. I had visions of more than just a hookup.”

“More than a hookup? The man’s married you know.” But when she gave me that “so what?” look, I realized that Cindy was using the service to land a sugar daddy. Beyond that, of course, Don hadn’t put anything about is marriage in his profile. It was sort of a tossup on whether to do that or not. To some, cheating on a spouse would be part of the arousal.

One thing was clear about Don, though. It was increasingly looking like whoever he ran off with was as a result of hookups with this dating service, using QuadDating as a stepping stone much as Cindy was.

When Cindy came back from reception, she had the most peculiar look on her face.

“Well, no wonder,” she muttered. “But why did he even bother to book me?”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“I asked the receptionist to check the records three times. The two appointments he had after me the other day were with men.”

“Men?” I asked.

“Yes. And one of them is Rick—a really great-looking guy. He works here. I knew there was nothing going with him, though. He’s gay. And, being staff here, he obviously isn’t what I’m looking for anyway. He’s here today, though, if you want to ask him about that guy.”

And again she wondered why he’d even bothered with her. I didn’t really wonder, though. I figured that it was insurance, so that, if Sophie Creighton managed to break into his computer and find the QuadDating service material, she might be ticked at him, but she wouldn’t find the worst. He had left a hookup with a woman, but he’d erased references to sex appointments with men. He had been covering many levels of his tracks.

I’d normally go back and just tell the client she was better off without the guy, but in this case, Sophie Creighton didn’t seem to need to be convinced of that. She just wanted to track him down to serve him with divorce papers. That he was into men rather than women would just be so much more frost on the ice cube she was forming around her husband.

I knew a lot more now about the circumstances than I had before arriving at QuadDating, but it didn’t get me any further with locating where Don Creighton was now. It wasn’t with this Rick guy. I knew that because my next appointment in the QuadDating cycle was with Rick. He hadn’t run off with anyone. And he was a real honey—one I’d picked out for my own enjoyment.

* * * *

A forty-five minute session didn’t permit much opportunity the first time to shake off the awkwardness and the nerves of what touted itself as a dating service and to get much beyond zenci porno petting, groping, and getting each other off with hands and mouths. And it was a bit taxing to do this with a new “date” four times within four hours. But that likely was part of the design of the service. They were encouraging follow-up visits. I supposed, with practice and experience with the system, one would make appointments with new people one wanted to meet at the beginning and would, by the fourth session, be fucking ones where the comfort level had been reached in previous sessions.

None of that came into play with my session with Rick. I hit the jackpot in the second session. We both came into the room aroused and hard; got past the kissing, groping, and undressing stages quickly, and had plenty of time for a hot, completed fuck and a bit of postcoital conversation afterward.

There had been a bit of a struggle on who was going to be the top between Rick and me, but I’d read his profile. He’d listed himself as versatile—and I hadn’t. He was a cute trick. Younger and smaller than I was. Auburn hair with blond highlights, long eyelashes and a shy, sensual smile. Rings in one ear, both nipples, and his navel. I was sure he had no trouble booking up from the Web site profiles.

But we both knew that time was of the essence, so after just a bit of wrestling, he allowed me to turn him over on his back and run my hand down his back and into the curve of his buttocks while we were kissing and my fingers to move inside him. I felt him relax and legs fall apart and spread for me. He already was moaning and moving his hips when I moved inside him and started to pump him deep. He struggled with me again then, as I went in deep, writhing under me and panting. But then he just relaxed under me and went with the ride.

He was making all the right noises and moving his hips with me, and we both came in time, nearly fifteen minutes, for me to do a bit of a different kind of pumping.

“God, that was too quick,” he said with a good semblance of a whine when we were done. “We need to meet again.”

“That’s possible,” I answered. “But I know you work here, and I need a bit of information on one of your recent hookups.” I also figured that chances were good that his “gotta have it again” response was a function of his job here. I’d been with rent-boys before. Not too many, though, as I didn’t need to go that route to get it off—at least not yet in my life.

“One of my recent hookups?” Rick asked. “I don’t know if I can—”

“Not even for a Benjamin Franklin?” I asked, pulling my wallet out of my trousers that were neatly folded on a nearby chair and extracting a hundred-dollar bill. But that’s when I learned that Rick really had enjoyed the fuck and wanted to do it again.

“Maybe you could apply that to another QuadDating session with me,” he said. “And longer. You can sign up with a guy for two sessions in a row, you know. So, who’s the guy you want to know about?”

“His name is Don Creighton. But his profile on the Web site has him as Jeter Creed. Any chance you remember him?”

“Businessman type, high strung, but hunky. Good muscles. Big dick? Not as big as yours, of course. A bit older than you. Cocky and an edge of cruelty to him? That the guy? Just last Tuesday for our last session?”

“Yep, that would be him. I just want to find him and talk to him. Nothing illegal or violent. One of his relatives has lost contact.” That was true, of course, but no reason Rick had to know that the relative looking for Creighton was his wife.

“He’s a top too, you know. And aggressively so, like you. You won’t really want—”

“No, I don’t want to fuck him. As I said, I’m just trying to locate him for a relative.”

“A rich one, apparently, if you’re willing to pay a Franklin for the information.”

“The guys brazzers porno rich, yes. He’s needed to sign some papers so the relative can stay rich too.” That also was absolutely true.

“You could try Craig. I understand that this Creed guy liked Craig so much that Craig has left us and run away with him.”

“Are you saying that this Craig that my guy likes a lot is on the staff here too?” I remembered Craig from the profiles. He’d been one I’d tried to make an appointment with but couldn’t. A really good-looking tanned guy with a good amount of body hair who looked like a high-paid personal training type who was willing to offer other personal services as well. He’d given “personal trainer” as his occupation in his profile—and his bio photo, showing him shirtless upheld that possibility, but rent-boys habitually give themselves a false occupation, so one never knows. He’d also listed himself as bi. I’d sent him a callout for an appointment, but he hadn’t answered. Apparently he hadn’t answered because he’d already run off with Don Creighton.

“He was, yes. When he didn’t show for appointments, he was given the boot. In his absence.”

“If I sign us up for a serious session, you can pull his card or something and give me an idea of his address or cell phone number?”

“I could do that, yes,” Rick answered. “But our session is done now. You got two more to go through. Who’s your fourth?”

I told him. A dark-skinned Brazilian who’d had an exotic look to him.

“Julio. He’s good. He’ll give you a good ride. Just don’t let him spin you out with foreplay; that’s his way of squeezing out a second session. Take him hard out of the gate, like you did me. He’ll be good for you.”

“You’re plenty good enough for me. Deliver me an address on Craig and I’ll be back with you next week.” And I would too—written up on Sophia Creighton’s services bill. Rick was a real honey.

“OK. I’ll check where you’ll be and I’ll deliver the information you want before your session with Julio.”

Rick was right about Julio. He tried to spin the introductions and “getting comfortable and aroused” up-front parts out, but I swiftly let him know that I wasn’t fooled one bit about the dating service fig leaf, that I’d bought his ass for three-quarters of an hour, and that I intended to make full use of the time—and of his ass. Once I’d gotten my dick inside him, he gave me one wild, satisfying ride. And he seemed happy afterward when I told him that the preliminaries didn’t matter—that I intended to give him a spin again during my six months of membership.

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Rick made good on his promise, and he stood there at reception with me at the end of my QuadDating day while I signed up for two consecutive sessions with him, topped off with a fourth of Julio for the same day the next week—all thanks to Mrs. Creighton’s open purse and burning desire to be rid of her husband the lucrative way.

I took another day to check out Craig’s residence to assure myself that Don Creighton was there—which he was, and then I presented myself and my bill to Sophia Creighton.

Who surprised the shit out of me.

“You sure that the man named Craig was there?” she asked.

“Yes,” I answered. Sure I was curious why she would ask about him.

“That little shit’s name really is Tim Frazer,” she said. “I don’t really give a fuck where Don is or what he’s doing. To tell the truth, I’d already served him with the divorce papers. But Tim was my personal trainer and gave me special service. I want him back. Just for spite, Don found out who was giving me that special inner glow and he’s taken Tim away from me. It’s all part of the divorce negotiations.”

“But how did you—?”

“How did I know that was who Don ran off with?” she asked. Then she laughed. “Those other appointments had been erased in Don’s computer when I saw them—but I knew how to unerase them. When I saw he’d been with Tim, I knew that’s who Don had run off with. It’s Tim I was paying you to track down. And I chose you for more than your muscles and your good looks. I knew you could play the same switch-hitting game Don and Tim were playing.”

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I grabbed my coat and hustled out of the hotel room I had called my home for the last five months. I was running late and new that my trainer Dave hated tardiness. We were meeting to discuss the last week of my training before I finally got placed in my permanent position as a mid level manager. Dave wanted to meet at a bar and grill on the south side of town that had great food and a quiet comfortable ambiance. The problem was that this restaurant was on the other side of the city and there was no way I was going to make it before seven.

I glanced at my watch and groaned loudly, it was a quarter till seven, Dave was going to be a total prick about me being late. Dave was generally a total prick anyways, but he always took it to a new level whenever I made a simple mistake. The most infuriating part about it was that I couldn’t do a damn thing to call him on his attitude. He held my career in his massive hands, and could squash my hopes and dreams with a simple phone call. On top of that, Dave was a god damn monster. He was easily 6’7″, and well over three hundred pounds. The man was built like a statue of Zeus, only larger and more imposing.

Now I’m a big guy, six foot tall and well over two hundred thirty pounds. Thanks to my days of football I was no slouch physically and had intimidated my fair share of men in the past. However, Dave knew he was the alpha male in our relationship, hell in almost every relationship, and he used his authority like a club.

I started my car and slammed out onto the streets driving with an abandon that was neither safe nor very intelligent. I thought of excuses in my head as to why I was late but abandoned them in my head almost immediately. Dave didn’t respond well to excuses, not that he responded very well to anything I had done in the past five months.

With my watch blinking five minutes till seven, I pulled into the restaurant parking lot slipping into a great spot near the front of the building. I rushed inside and quickly spotted Dave sitting at a bar table towards the back of the room. He motioned for me to come over and I did so, frustrated by my own meek acceptance of whatever he asked of me. This job better be worth this shit, I thought angrily as I fell into the seat across from Dave.

Dave watched me quietly as he sipped on what I could only guess was his usual Rum and Coke. His face was stoic, his dark brown eyes held a kind of mocking excitement. Part of me wanted to step up and pop him in the face but I instead stared right back at him. Our stare down was broken a moment later by a gorgeous waitress who asked me what I’d like to drink.

“I’ll have a Long Island Iced Tea please,” I said smiling widely as my eyes soaked up the beauty before me. She was curvaceous with long blonde hair, and a pair of lips that made my cock stir in my pants. She eyed me as she wrote down my drink order on a little pad, and then turned and walked towards the bar. I watched her go, admiring the way her ass swayed in the tight black skirt she wore. She glanced back as I watched and smiled mischievously at me, knowing exactly what I was doing and showing that she didn’t mind.

“If you’re done eye fucking our waitress maybe we can get down to business. It’s bad enough you were late.” Dave said his gruff voice breaking me from my sexual hazed mind.

“I wasn’t late, I got in right at seven,” I protested.

“In the business world Tyler, you try and show up early. If someone say’s seven then you need to be there at 6:45, not right at seven you moron. Have you not paid attention to any of the shit I’ve been trying to teach you over the last five months?” He asked it in the most condescending tone possible.

“I’m sorry Dave I am trying to learn everything you teach me.” I said through gritted teeth.

“I’m sure you are.” he waved me off dismissively as the waitress returned with my drink. I could feel her full breasts on my arm as she leaned over to place the drink in front of me. She winked as she stood back up and then walked back towards the bar. I could feel my dick become fully stiff and I fought the desire to reach down and give my cock a firm grab.

We drank in silence for the next few moments, and even ordered our meals without saying more than two words to each other. We had very little in common and it had showed over the last five months. Dave was into survival shows and hunting, and I was into sports and easy women. He was a business man based on years of service and I was a hot shot bullshit artist that was going to eventually run him out of a job.

“So the reason I called you down here was to tell you that I finalized your contract and you’ll start next week in Atlanta.” He said it quietly in between bites of the appetizers that had just been delivered by the flirty young waitress.

I sat stunned, not even comprehending what he had just said to me. I grabbed my drink and tossed it back in one fell swoop and then shook my head to clear my suddenly fuzzy mind.

“You did what? I mean Thank you, but I thought we still had another week of training?” I stammered.

“You altyazılı porno don’t need another week, you’ll stay here while they set up your office in Atlanta, but your done with anymore training. I know I haven’t made this an easy couple of months but I had to make sure you could handle the job. You did well, and I wanted to bring you out here and have a few drinks to celebrate. I think we’ve both earned it.” he said his tone relaxing more than I had ever heard it in the past.

“Well thank you Dave, I really appreciate that. All this time I thought you hated me and weren’t going to pass me on the training.” I said.

“No you did well, I’m hard on everyone like that. It’s just how I do it and it seems to work pretty damn well for the company and my reputation.” he smiled as he said the last.

The conversation went on for a few hours as we ate our meal and had our first ever genuine conversation. The booze flowed freely and we began to laugh and joke about each other as we finished our meals and sat back finishing another round of drinks.

The waitresses shift had ended but she had given me her number and told me to call her after we were done with our meals. I tucked it away in my wallet and let my mind wander to what I would do to her later this evening. We finished another round and Dave decided it might be in our best interest to go back to the hotel.

He called a cab for us and in a matter of no time we were stumbling into our room drunk and laughing. Dave grabbed two cigars out of the night stand by his bed and we walked out on the patio to smoke them in celebration. It was cold as hell outside but the alcohol had me feeling just right as I took a couple of exaggerated pulls off of my stogie.

“I need to piss in the worst way,” Dave said setting his cigar down and walking back to the bathroom. I heard him lift the lid and then heard the familiar sound of urine hitting toilet. It made me giggle like an idiot and I turned to say something to Dave about it.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I saw Dave standing in the bathroom, door wide open, with his cock in his hand. It wasn’t the first cock I’d ever seen in person but it had to have been the biggest. It was thick and tan with a massive purple head on it that made me gasp in amazement. Dave looked over at me and saw my expression and laughed uproariously. I started to turn away but he just laughed harder. He finished up and flushed the toilet and walked over to the window with that monster cock still hanging out of his jeans. I turned away from him now in embarrassment, hoping he’d put his cock away.

“What’s a matter Tyler you didn’t seem to mind looking at it a few seconds ago?” he said teasingly.

“I wasn’t looking at it, I just didn’t expect for the door to be open and it caught me off guard.” I said coolly.

“I’m sure that was it, it had nothing to do with the enormous cock I have hanging out of my jeans then?” He asked.

“No it had nothing to do with any cock Dave, I’m not into that gay shit.” I said starting to get angry.

“Calm down I know, I’m just fucking with you Tyler. I saw you with our waitress.”

I took another puff off of my cigar and then smothered it on the floor of the patio. The Long Island’s were starting to catch up with me and I didn’t want this conversation to continue on any longer. I turned towards Dave looking him straight in the face. My eyes flickered to his crotch once and I was happy to see his cock was no longer hanging out.

“I’m going to bed Dave, my heads starting to swim a bit and I haven’t been sleeping that well for the last few weeks.” I said.

He nodded and then walked back out on the patio to finish his cigar. I stripped out of everything but my boxers and then climbed into bed. I lay there for what seemed like hours falling in and out of the place right next to sleep. My brain was racing and I kept seeing Dave’s giant member in my head. I was by no means gay, but I couldn’t shake the impressive sight from my head. His dick had dwarfed my own and I was sure it could make a few porn stars envious.

I finally blacked it out of my head and fell into a deep comfortable sleep. My dreams were odd and uncomfortable as I kept seeing a giant dick bouncing in front of my face. My eyes popped open as I felt something on my butt and thigh. I didn’t move at first not sure what it was. I was still half asleep and thought maybe I had tossed a pillow onto my back in my sleep. I reached back with my hand in a daze and gripped the heavy…

My eyes opened fully and suddenly all my sleep addled wits came crashing down on me. My hand had closed on Dave’s cock, which was mysteriously laying on my butt and thigh. I could feel the heat of it in my hand and was amazed at how soft it felt there. Finally realizing what I was doing I snatched my hand away and turned over staring up at Dave who was completely naked in front of me.

“What the fuck are you doing Dave. This shit isn’t funny I told you I’m not into any Gay…” He cut me off as he stepped forward and amatör porno dropped his cock right on my mouth. I sputtered immediately and tried to reel back but he grabbed me by my hair and forced me to sit there with his cock on my lips.

“Now listen Tyler, you can either do what I want and make this easy, or I can beat the fuck out of you and then make it much harder. Either way you’re getting fucked tonight. The question is do you want to enjoy it or hate it?” he asked his voice deathly calm.

A thousand different responses bubbled into my head but I could not say any of them. Dave really could murder me here and there was no way I could stop him. I could either give in and get raped or I could fight it and get beaten nearly to death and still get raped. I hated myself for doing it but I nodded weakly, the motion making the head of his cock rub up and down on my lips.

“Good, I’d hate to hurt you right before your big promotion. Now open your mouth and start sucking my dick bitch.” He commanded me.

It was disgusting, and humiliating but I opened my moth and slowly started to suck the head of his cock. I was hoping that I could do a good job and make him finish before he got any other ideas. It felt weird having a dick in my mouth, but it wasn’t nearly as revolting as I assumed it would be. Dave was very clean and well groomed and had almost no scent. It tasted a bit salty but no worse than anything else I had tried in my life.

I sucked slowly taking no more than the head in my mouth for fear that he would drown me with the rest of his cock. I ran my tongue up the slit a few times and heard Dave groan a bit at that. Maybe I would get out of this alive if I kept up just like this.

Dave however had other plans, he reached over and grabbed my head and pulled me down farther on his cock. I felt the head hit the back of my throat and I chocked and coughed on his dick.

“That’s a good slut right there, choke on my dick baby.” he moaned as he started thoroughly face fucking me. I felt warm tears leak out of my eyes at the ridiculousness of this entire affair, and new that some of the tears were from the choking, but even more were from the sudden hardness in my pants.

He was face fucking me and I was getting hard because of it. I felt dirty in a way I had never felt before and it made me forget about what was going on in my mouth. Was I enjoying this? Or was my body just responding to the sexual nature of this whole encounter?

I could feel his dick getting farther and farther down my throat and I wanted it to stop, I tried to cry out but all that came out was a muffled whine.

“What are you getting tired baby? Daddy knows what you want.” He pulled out of my mouth and motioned for me to flip over onto my stomach. I complied shamefully not knowing what else to do. He pulled my hips up so that I was on all fours and then deftly ripped my boxers clean off. I shuddered not knowing what to think, was he going to just impale me with that cock?

“Please don’t hurt me Dave.” I said meekly.

“That’s daddy to you bitch, but I won’t hurt you. I’m going to show you how much of a little slut you really are.” No sooner were the words out of his mouth than I felt his mouth close on my exposed ass hole. I tried to buck away in surprise but he held on and buried his wet slithering tongue inside of me.

I’d like to lie and say it was terrible and disgusting. I’d like to say it had no affect on me and that I handled it stoically, but that would be bullshit. The feel of his tongue on my asshole made me go crazy. My dick became as hard as a rock, and I found myself backing into his gyrating tongue. He was eating my ass like a savant and I was loving it. The mix of booze, and his whirlwind tongue had me out of my mind. I stopped thinking like a regular person and started just reacting to the pleasure that was pouring over me.

I reached back for his cock and grasped onto it with my right hand. I began jerking it fast and hard wanting to return the favor of pleasure he was giving me. He immediately pulled away and flipped me onto my back. He rolled me up like a little ball so that my mouth was right next to his cock while he ate my ass. I dove onto his heavy member and started to suck it with abandon. I was trying to take it all into my throat, but kept coughing and sputtering with each extra inch I took.

He continued to work my ass like a pro with his tongue for what seemed like forever. He would flick his tongue along the outside of my anal ring and then every so often plunge his tongue inside of me. The sheer ecstasy of it had me shaking with exhaustion and my mouth was starting to hurt from the size and girth of his cock. He pulled away and I nearly cried out as his cock left my throat. I didn’t want him to stop so soon, I could feel the tension in my balls growing and I wanted us to both cum.

He stepped over to his bed for just a moment and then was back in seconds with a big tube of lube in his hands. I watched him spread the lube onto his fingers with an intensity I had never felt anal porno before. I could feel myself growing nervous at the idea of him putting anything in my ass. In seconds I was back on my hands and knees and I could feel him slipping a single finger into my tight virgin ass.

He was moving fast now the finger slid in and was quickly joined by a second. I could tell he knew what he was doing cause both bingers slipped in with little to no resistance. The tongue lashing he had given me had already loosened me up pretty damn well, and now he was finger fucking me with steady thrusts. I could feel him stretching his fingers inside of me and it made my cock bounce with each insertion. This felt nice, not as good as his tongue had felt, but nice. The third finger went in with a little more work but it still didn’t hurt me at all. Then all three fingers were gone and I heard Dave slathering his cock with lube.

I wanted to protest, he couldn’t possibly fit that thing inside of me. I wanted to scream and fight and say that this was wrong, but instead I just whimpered as I felt the heavy head make first contact with my hole.

“Just relax and push, I promise that my little slut will love this.” he said it so assuredly that I just closed my eyes and nodded. Was I really his little slut?

He pushed slow and steady, and I screamed into the pillow as the mushroom head began stretching me out in ways I had never felt before. The pain was intense and I couldn’t help but shake and scream as he continued to push his cock inside of me. I heard and felt a pop as the head of his cock finally crested my ring. He sat motionless allowing me to get used to the huge invader in my ass. It hurt like a son of a bitch, but something about it made me feel…slutty.

He pulled out just a bit and then pushed forward burying even more of his dick in my ass. Then he would back out a few inches and push a little farther forward than the time before. This went on for some time until I finally felt his balls resting against my things. He was fully inside of me and I couldn’t place the feeling yet in my ass. The pain was still intense and pulsating but it was not as bad as it had been initially.

We sat there for a few moments and I was surprised to feel him kneading my ass cheeks with his huge hands. He pulled his hips back so that just the head of his cock was inside of me and then he pushed all the way into me. The thrust nearly made me pass out, it had hurt but that wasn’t what had caught me. It was the feel of his entire cock thrusting into me that sent off endorphins in my head like the fourth of July.

I moaned uncontrollably and he took that as a sign to start fucking me, which he did with slow full thrusts that filled me up to my teeth. Each stroke made my body shutter with pleasure and I knew I was exactly what he said I was. I was his slut.

He began to speed up his and I could feel his balls bounce off my own with each thrust. He was fucking me hard and I found myself slamming back to meet each thrust of his perfect cock. He leaned down on me and I could feel his mouth on my ear as he continued to impale me.

“Do you like this Tyler, do you like when your daddy fucks your slutty ass?” his voice in my ear sent me into the deep end, I couldn’t control myself any longer with the assault he was putting on my senses.

“Yes daddy fuck me, I’m your nasty slut.. I love your cock inside me daddy. Fuck me and cum in my dirty whore mouth.” I screamed back at him as I drove my hips backs to meet his own. We fucked hard like this, his hands caressing my ass and chest as he fucked me like a dirty slut on all fours.

He pulled out of me and I almost screamed at him not to stop, but he quickly flipped me over and rolled me onto my back. His cock was back inside me in moments and moaned and sighed in the same breath. He continued to pound my ass with fast hard strokes and I suddenly had an uncontrollable urge to kiss him. I reached up grabbed his head and pulled him into a kiss. The feel of his cock inside of me and his tongue darting in and out of my mouth was the perfect combination. I felt my cock jerk and I was blowing my load between us, as he continued to slam into me. I felt my asshole contract and he moaned loud biting down on my lip in sudden surprise.

“O, baby that ass is so good. I need to come where do you want it slut?” he asked his voice heavy with need.

“On my face daddy, cum on my face.” I said it, and was surprised to find that I meant it. Sluts took cum on their faces and I was his slut through and through.

He slammed into me two more times and then pulled his cock out of my ass with a loud slurping pop. I fell down off of the bed on all fours and much to my surprise grabbed his dick and shoved it in my mouth. This shocked him just as much and he moaned loudly his hands falling on my head. I took about half of his cock down my throat this time and was really getting into it when I felt him push me off of his dick. He pulled it out of my mouth and began to beat it furiously right in front of my face. I saw it start to spasm and on a whim decided to open my mouth as the first hot spurt of cum exploded from his cock. It shot into my mouth and was quickly followed by four more thick shots of cum. Most of it went in my mouth but a few globs hung off my lips and I knew I must look like a total cock whore.

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I was lead into a room where I saw him – on all fours, panting, collared, chastised, and a dumb smile across his face.

I bent over, and ruffled my hand through his hair as he pressed against my hand, eyes closed, panting increasing.

“What’s his breed?” I asked, examining his body.

“He was a horribly stupid soccer jock I was tutoring,” the breeder began, showing me his past belongings. “It didn’t take much to dumb him down to what he is now, I’d say just 2 month. He’s only been trained to sit as well, so there’s still more to do for whoever buys him.”

“I don’t mind a project, is he really that small?” I take a look and play with his chastity, a mere 2″ cock in the plastic.

“Take a look at this.” The breeder unlocks anime porno the cage and scratches his belly, immediately his cock gets erected to 3.2″ “I’m not sure how he was so popular with nothing packing down there.”

“Looks good. 5’6″, 135lbs, nice calves, cute nose, full head of hair, and a great body. Not too muscular, so there’s still some fat to pinch.” I pinch is belly, and he yelps.

“He’s discounted since he isn’t trained, a mutt, and not too bright.” I listen as I examine him more, and he drips precum onto the floor.

“I’ll take him.” I say, taking out my checkbook, filling it out and handing a check to the breeder.

“Here’s some forms.” I take a look at them, and see ‘NAME OF PET’

“Hmm, Danny, how about, Spike?” I suggest, and he wags his ass. “Spike it is.” I say, anne porno writing it down and finishing the forms.

I walk out, with a kennel, a palette of dog food, various accessories, and a binder on Spike’s background information. I load it it all into my car, and drive off to my home.

In the house, Spike is reluctant at first to leave the kennel. I lead him out with bacon, which he happily chomps down.

“Who’s a good boy!” I praise as his cock strains against his cage. As I present him with another treat, and he comes up to take it, I get behind him and lube up his hairy hole. “We’re going to have to do some shaving.” I say as I slip a finger into his ass, and grin at his yelp. As I spread his cheeks, I push a tail in, and am greeted with cries of pain before it slips in. As I test out the various arap porno vibrations, I enjoy his many facial expressions and struggle.

“Does someone want to hump daddy’s leg?” I ask, as he looks at me, cocking his head to the side. I come over and remove the chastity, and almost instantly, his little cock springs to life as his face looks at me with stupid pleasure. I keep the cock ring on him, and sit down, patting my knee for him to come over. As if it were instinct, he mounts my leg and begins humping, his tongue lolling out, panting increasing, and eyes rolling back into his head. He’d probably of came in seconds if it weren’t for the cock ring. I take my finger and scoop up the precum, and bring it to his lips as he laps it up happily. I notice a strong odor and realize it’s how much he’s sweating, and how his body is shining just from the past few minutes of excitement. I decide it’s well deserved as I’m not sure what he had to endure when being broken to this mindset. I turn on the television, and for a brief moment, he turns his attention to the bright screen, before returning to my leg.

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“Good night Mom.” I say as I watch my mom close her bedroom door. It’s a Thursday night and luckily since I’m a senior I have first period off tomorrow. As her door completely closes I start getting ready for the night. I’m young and so is the night. Time to get my freak on!

It had only been three months since I permanently checked out of the V-Squad and my hormones were raging. My high school sweetheart, Roman, had the pleasure of getting all my goodies. As we embarked on our sexuality we embraced each moment we got to do it. Because both of our parents were either strict or overprotective so had it not been for our past nightly escapes I’d probably still be a pure young lady. He lived right down the street so it made our arrangements much easier. We had already made prior plans to sneak out tonight and he was just waiting for my signal. All I had to do was text the magic words ‘adventure time’ and in 15 minutes I could make my way outside to meet him.

Sneaking out was easy because my mom was a hard sleeper so once she was out she was OUT! It could be a hurricane and an earthquake going on at the same time and she would never wake. I waited 30 minutes after my mom said her good nights before I texted Roman the signal. In next to no time he responded ‘Okay bae’. I eagerly waited for the proper time to make my move. In the meantime I made sure I was well prepared, I had just taken a bath so I’m smell fresh like Petunia Flowers and Lavender. I stepped into my silk red pajama shorts and white wife beater. Just in case he forgot or thought he was slick I hid a couple of condoms in my bra that I had managed to collect these past few months.

I slid into my Betty Boop slippers and set my bed up. I made sure to cover every base when my freedom was at risk. Momma don’t play that! So every time I snuck out I would put pillows under my comforter in the silhouette of me. I tip toed to the front door like a little mouse, quietly unlocking the door and peeked it open just enough to get my slim body through it. As I closed the door behind me I made sure to take my time locking the door because the tiniest noise in a home that is silent can seem the loudest. Just in case she wasn’t fully sleep or decided to get up I wanted my escape to be flawless. When I turned to retreat to my babe I saw that he was already waiting for me at the bottom of the stairs leading 18 yaş porno to my apartment. He was looking oh so sexy in his black and Carolina blue Jordan basketball shorts and white tee. Even his matching Jordan slippers turned his night outfit into an anytime outfit. We greeted each other with our tongues and left the scene to find where our next sexual adventure would take place. We had already christened the laundry room in his apartments last time, so we figured this time we would find somewhere around mines. We walked around the apartment and made small talk because we each knew what was more prevalent on our minds.

By now it was past 1 AM and everywhere we walked we saw people. “Ugh why is no one sleep?” I complain to him in frustration.

“Don’t worry bae, they won’t be awake the whole night.”

When it came to us fucking we didn’t care if we got no sleep the whole night. Just as long as we got some, it gave us all the energy we needed. In a matter of minutes it began to sprinkle. And at that very moment panic entered my body because we were yet to find a place to get our groove on. “Oh this is perfect.” Roman looked at me and said. With a confused look on my face he answered my silent question. “Rain is the best time to have sex but to actually do it in the rain would be the shit.” I let the thought wander around in my mind and just picturing it started getting me hot. We leaned up against the stairs to come up with a quick plan and as I rested in his arms facing him I took the liberty to get my babe ready. I dove my hand into his basketball shorts and said hello. My warm hand felt the entire of his semi hard dick up and after a couple of strokes he was fully ready to go.

It’s hard to hide an erection in basketball shorts. “We need to do it somewhere near by.” I suggest. The closest thing happened to be the parking lot. We positioned ourselves in between two cars as the rain went from sprinkling to a robust pitter patter against our bodies. There was only room for one person to fit in between the two cars but we made it work. With our bodies so close and the rain coming down the beaded rain drops mustered together into a big ball of wetness. Roman pulled out his dick and I dropped my silk shorts to my knees. He leaned back just a bit to strap up and to let the rain water him down. Now with us both fully 3d porno wet I bent over about an inch within the room I had. He effortlessly pushed in my honey pot from the back. The awkward position we were in and the rain made each stroke feel like he was hitting gold.

In a minutes time the rain came pouring down and now it was working against us instead of with us. We were both too wet to keep a good landed grip on the ground. The pavement was becoming immersed in nature’s life source. Our stance became hard to maintain in this limited amount of space while avoiding setting off anyone’s car alarm. He slowly pulled out a bit. “This isn’t gonna work we need to find somewhere else.”

So I quickly re-clothed and checked the scene. “Follow me.”

I sprinted towards the only indoor place I knew was available besides our domiciles… the fitness room. As we approached it nestled by the pool, it was now lifeless outside and the lights on the inside appeared to be turned off. I had never been on the inside of it in my three years living in this apartment complex but I was surely about to find out what it was working with. Normally you needed a key to enter but the door was already slightly ajar. We crept in cautiously. Roman was intrigued by the equipment like he had never been in a fitness center before. He tried out every apparatus that was there.

The back wall of the room was encased in beveled mirrors while the large glass walls onlooked the sparking blue pool. Once he got done trying everything out he graced me with his presence by the bicycle. I was standing on the side of it facing the pool and he took his left hand and bent me all the way over the bike seat. With my ass fully poking out he swiped his dick in between my moist cheeks a few times to get the blood pumping. Each swipe made me more anxious. He guided his dick towards my entrance not knowing it was the wrong entrance. When I felt the pressure of him trying to enter my backdoor I turned back and looked at him and said, “Umm you do know that’s the wrong hole right?”

“Yeah I know I just wanted to see what you were going to say, I wasn’t going to go all the way in.”

“Mmkay.” He slapped his dick on my ass like a drum stick to a snare drum. “Whoa there where is your raincoat?” I asked in disbelief.

“We used the last one I had.”

“Well lucky Porno 64 video for you I came prepared.”

“Hey where did you get these? You got another dude?”

“No sweetie you don’t remember that I took a couple from you on one of our previous adventures?”

“Mmhhmm better be.” Roman relayed sternly as he quickly opened the gold wrapper and one handedly put it on in 17 seconds flat. I got back in my position to fully receive him. He spread my ass cheeks apart and then rammed me into him. Something I wasn’t ready for at all. Being bent over the bicycle seat was not comfortable at all but the feeling I felt on the inside of my body took over my external discomforts. I stood on my tippy toes in a pigeoned stance to give him more leverage. And the vigorous pumping of him had me and the bike feeling like an earthquake was taking place.

[Moans] “UH UH AAUUUUGGGHHH!” Was the last thing I heard two minutes into it before he withered and the earthquake ceased. He looked at me with puppy eyes. “Sorry baby it’s the first nut of the day.” I couldn’t get mad or truly disappointed by his cuteness so I just smiled.

“It’s okay.”

After our adventure that night I retreated back home and slipped into a blissful sleep. I awoke a few hours later to my mom tapping my shoulder. “Trina get up sweetie you are going to be late for school.” She rashly informed me. I rolled around to look at the clock and noticed I had overslept 30 minutes. With the realization that I couldn’t be late to school anymore or I would have detention I jumped out of bed and threw on some clothes.

I barely arrived to school before the bell rang. I looked at my phone to turn it on vibrate and saw a text message from my babe that read: “Good Mornin bae, last night was fun! U know I luv da feel of ur wet pussy on my dick.” Wooh! He must be trying to get something started early. I replied: “Good morning sexy! U already got her wet nd I’m still trying to fully wake up.” What started as a good morning text carried on to a full blown sexting session all morning at school. He had my nerves jittering because I was so horny.

Right before lunch he text me: “U wanna meet me behind da bleachers later?” Just as I brought my fingers to reply a black screen encompassed my phone. Nooooo I forgot to fully charge my phone last night. Oh no how am I going to have adventure time now? With the thought of my hormones not being able to release themselves I went crazy thinking of ways to talk to him so we could set up our sex adventure plans. My mind was off of school before it even started. I needed my adventure time or nothing else could get my time!

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A Practicum in Sensual Awareness Ch. 10

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Angela’s distaste for John’s action was obvious in a number of ways. Her demeanor changed dramatically. Whereas seconds ago she was enraptured, she now seemed distracted. Even Diana noticed the difference. In order to please her lover, she increased her efforts. It worked: at least for a while. She could feel the sweat forming on Angela’s breasts making them slick and cool to the touch. She smiled as she increased her activities. She tried to ignore what John was doing behind her – mostly successfully.

In a way keying her actions to their response was very freeing. Another contradiction – there were so many now that she had lost track of them. It was as if by exceeding the demands that were place upon her, she managed to surpass her own predicament. Suddenly, even though she was one bound and obedient, she still had power. She used it to further Angela’s – and her own – pleasure.

But, in a way, no matter what she did she could not bring Angela back to where she had been moments ago. Even in the semi-conscious state of sexual arousal she was now getting used to, she could hear Angela scolding John. “Not so hard. Why are you doing this? You know it is against the rules.”

John did not respond. He only continued with the activities. Finally in desperation, Angela commanded, “Stop. I want it gentle for a while. Take a break.”

John looked at her quizzically. “I suppose. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

With the blows on her backside gone, the room took on a incredible silence. The only sound was the warm moist suckling noise that Diana was making – and the moans coming from Angela’s lips. Dropping her hands to Diana’s breasts, Angela caressed them softly. She barely touched the breasts as she traced the lines made by the restrictive cord. Moving to the nipples, she lightly touched them in front of where the clamps held them tightly. Touching just the tips, she traced them with her fingertips. Pushing gently occasionally, but mostly just caressing as delicately as she could. It was as if she wanted her own gentleness to serve as counterpoint to the mechanical hatefulness of the shiny silver clamps.

She moved closer to Diana and Diana responded by intensifying her actions on Angela’s breast. In response, Angela moved from the tips and began caressing with more vigor. When she reached the very tips of the nipples, she pinched them tightly eliciting a loud moan.

Taking one hand, she moved it behind Diana’s head where the leather blindfold held her tightly and ran her fingers through her hair while pulling her even closer. With her other hand she pulled the chain between the clamps toward the floor.

Tiring of this activity – though Diana’s moans were most gratifying – she moved her hand to the point where the belt contacting Diana’s clitoris was attached astalavista porno and casually loosed it. She then repeated the tender caresses of moments ago on Diana’s vagina. Taking her fingers she slipped them between her nether lips and stroked the engorged clitoris with extreme tenderness.

Noticing the change in Diana’s actions – they were suddenly even more demanding – she increased her motion. Stroking and pinching and bringing Diana closer and closer to orgasm. When Angela noted her breath catching in Diana’s throat, she backed off. She wanted to keep her on the edge as long as possible. She knew from experience that the longer satiation is delayed, the more intense it will be. She smiled softly as she caressed her to the point of distraction.

Diana, the weight pulling her nipples to the floor and Angela’s fingers driving her to madness, was completely oblivious to anything other than pleasing her lover. The motions of Angela’s slender fingers were increasing and she longed to achieve orgasm – but each time she got close – the motions were greatly reduced.

At times the caresses were vigorous and almost painful. Other times they were so soft and loving that Diana was not even certain that it was Angela’s fingers and not an errant breeze caressing her to madness. She tried moving her hips to increase the effect but the bondage was very effective. Though she could manage a small motion, mostly she succeeded in increasing her own frustration. She stopped and waited for what would happen next.

Angela noted this and decided to let her orgasm – once. Taking her first two fingers she slipped them over her clitoris and casually stroked faster and faster until Diana lost all inhibition and moaned loudly as the orgasm swept over her.

John returned to the room and seeing that Angela had let her climax, he said, “Okay, it is my turn.”

“Of course.” Angela replied haughtily.

Reaching to the simple hoist lifting Diana’s arms behind her, he began to turn it slowly. Diana could hear the metallic click of the machine as her arms were raised behind her. She had no choice but to bend down further. Almost as soon as the activity began, she lost Angela’s breast and she merely sighed as she her arms were stretched toward the ceiling.

Angela retreated to the workbench and moved behind Diana armed with a vibrator in one hand and the slapper in the other. As John took Diana’s head in his hands and directed her lips to his penis, Angela placed her hand through the thong on the end of the slapper and let her fingertips softly caress the marks on Diana’s firm buttocks. It was as if she were trying to alleviate the discomfort by touching her buttocks so softly that the pain would come into her even though the instrument that asyalı porno placed them there in the first place dangled from Angela’s wrist and occasionally bumped into Diana’s thighs. Diana moaned loudly.

“Take the tip.”

Diana did as she was asked opening her mouth slightly and allowing the tip of John’s penis to pierce her lips. Using her tongue she softly probed the tip. John removed his hands from her hair and gracefully caressed Diana’s cheeks. “More.” As he moved one of his hands to his penis and pulled the foreskin back making the tip taut.

Diana complied by opening her mouth further and allowing John’s penis to be inserted further. Her jaws were beginning to ache and she almost gagged until the penis moved past the point where this reflex was triggered. Slowly – agonizingly slowly – he began pump his penis in and out of her mouth. She tried to keep pressure on the member with her lips while her tongue continued probing and caressing.

Angela switched the vibrator on and moved it to the point on the inside of Diana’s thighs just above where the knee cuffs were keeping her knees from buckling. As Diana sucked greedily, Angela continued caressing the inside of her thigh moving closer and closer to Diana’s vagina. When she neared the area, she slowed the caresses and made them even lighter. Diana responded by increasing her efforts to please John and strained in her bondage.

Casually running the tip of the vibrator over her nether lips she studiously avoided the clitoris and continued down the inside of the other thigh. John, nearing climax, reached out and pulled the chain holding the clamps on Diana’s breast sharply downward. Diana moaned loudly.

Angela, taking the opening, slid the vibrator quickly to Diana’s anus and probed softly. Diana started bucking wildly – within the limits of the very restrictive bondage. Angela took the slapper and began to rhythmically slap the outside of Diana’s thighs and buttocks as she moved the vibrator closer and closer to her clitoris.

Angela watched John’s expression and when she felt he was nearing the point where he would climax, she pushed the vibrator onto Diana’s clit and vigorously moved it back and forth all the while continuing her strengthening punishment of her thighs.

Simultaneously, John reached orgasm as Angela’s actions achieved the same for Diana. Sucking greedily on John’s penis, she was nearly disappointed when he removed it from her mouth. As soon as he was gone, Angela stopped her activity as well.

Diana felt abandoned. Moments before she had been a resident of a world of incredible sensuality and now she was merely tied tightly in the dark with a terrible pain in her nipples.

John left the room without a word and Angela moved a stool duş porno close to Diana as she hung in her bondage. “This is going to hurt, but it will be better in a minute.”

“I understand.” She replied huskily steeling herself for the pain in her breasts when the clamps would be removed. The first time it had happened, she could not believe how much it hurt. But, it although a very intense pain, it was very short-lived. She bit her lower lip.

Angela removed the clamps at the same moment. Diana screamed softly as the blood rushed back into her nipples. Taking a bandage scissors, Diana cut the thin cords around Diana’s breasts. Taking both hands she kneaded the breasts softly to help the circulation return. At this point they were slightly discolored from their bondage. Almost immediately the blood rushed in and they returned to their normal color. The marks from the clamps were still clearly visible and after kneeling in front of her, Angela suckled first one and the other with great tenderness.

“Have you ever performed cunnilingus?”

Diana gulped and thought about protesting but thinking better of it – as her position was still extremely vulnerable – merely said, “No.”

“It won’t be that bad. Trust me. I think it is time for a little tenderness anyway.”

Rising to her feet she sat on the high stool and edged her vagina closer to Diana’s lips. “Since you have never done this, just do as I ask.” Diana nodded.

“First of all, take your tongue and trace the groove softly.” Diana complied. The feeling of doing something disgusting was welling up in her, but she appreciated Angela so much that she put these feelings down and tried her best to please.

“Again.”

Angela directed her to perform this probing and teasing so many times that she lost count. Angela was becoming more and more aroused. Finally the need overtook her and she took her fingers and opened her vagina so that her clitoris was easily available. “Take the clit now.” Diana had no choice.

“Nip it softly. Just a little to get he feeling of it. As she did so, she felt the tiny bud swelling as the blood rushed into in. “Swirl it softly.”

The effects on Angela were immediate. Her face, so tanned and healthy suddenly paled slightly as Diana’s tongue caressed her. Gathering her senses again she said, “Take in your lips.”

“John, you know better. Did you think we would not notice what you were doing? You know as well as I do that there is always a monitor on these sessions. The program we follow – as you well know – has been perfected through years of research.”

“But, I only wanted to intensify her feelings.”

“So. What you want is not all that important. I will discuss this with the committee this afternoon. Your punishment for breaking the rules will be discussed. We will be in contact. For now, leave the two alone.”

John sheepishly left the office of the director. His thoughts were not pleasant. But, being in the Institute was the most important thing in his life. So, whatever they decided, he would comply with. He had no choice.

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At Granite State Community College, all types of students come and I get them. I set my sights on a divine African beauty with the most incongruous German accent.

Christianne’s mother was from Sierra Leone and her father was from Germany. She was a frighteningly beautiful “mix,” as she called herself, with amber skin, elegant long legs, hourglass hips, tulip shaped lips, and high arched brows over almond eyes. She spoke in cultured, measured tones with British inflection in her Deutsch tongue. I dreamed of tasting her silky cunt.

The body language signals we exchanged in class were like a lighthouse beacon illuminating one tall sailing ship in a sea of thirty lesser boats. Christianne’s eyes and perfect smile lighted the classroom and homed on my gaze throughout each week’s two and a half hour class. Apart from her uncommon beauty, Christianne was brilliant.

Her comments in class were in-depth and worldly. She worried about her writing, however, since English was actually her fourth language—after German, French, and Swahili. With a term paper due after the mid-term, she asked if I would read her first draft. I asked if she had time after class, which ended at 9:30.

She said, “That would be wonderful.” I invited her back to my office. The only other people in the faculty office building were the cleaning crew. I called my wifey and told her I was staying overnight on campus. It wasn’t the first time.

I sat down Christianne in my office and excused myself to use the bathroom, where I wee-weed, brushed my teeth, washed my face and hands, and wrapped my rod in a condom in case I spouted in my drawers just from being close to her.

We sat side by side in chairs at my desk. I asked Christianne if she wanted me to edit her paper on the computer or on the hard copy and she said she wanted me to use pencil and paper so she could see what I was doing.

As I corrected her grammar and usage, I read her words aloud and she responded with musical tones: “Hmm … Um … Ah!” I breathed in her scent of flowers and fruit from the body wash on her skin and the shampoo in her hair, pulled back and twisted in a bun atop her head.

As I worked, she discreetly touched my arm or my hand and edged her legs closer to mine till we pressed against each other. Every time I looked up from the paper I viewed a different ray of beauty—her sparkling cocoa eyes, her fire-red lipstick and rouged cheeks, and her perfectly sculpted nose, mouth, and chin.

“The content of your paper is really excellent,” I told her.

Christianne smiled, paused, and pursed her lips to kiss me gently on the lips.

“Your class is so stimulating. You’re a wonderful teacher.”

I smiled and thanked her. Then she kissed me again. She tasted like mint jelly.

“We need to finish our work here,” I told her softly.

“Yes,” she whispered. “After that, I want you to make love to me.” She rested her head on my shoulder while I marked up the last page of her paper.

Christianne stood before me, her smile radiating an angelic aura as she unbuttoned her white silk blouse, wiggled out of her tight black skirt, and used both hands to push down her frilly white string-thong panties.

Her long dark slit glistened and I knelt down to kiss her clean-shaven pubis with her undies still around ankara2010.com her thighs. My African goddess moaned with delight as my tongue explored the folds of her flower. Her buttery cunt flowed warm and heavy as I nibbled and sucked her succulent pink flesh.

She caressed the back of my head when I slid two fingers between her labia and dithered her clitoris with the tip of my tongue. I felt her vagina throbbing against my index and forefinger and her wide hips swayed as she sang a sweet melody through her first orgasm.

Christianne methodically undressed me, kissing and licking each newly exposed section of my body—my shoulders, chest, stomach, arms, and thighs—as she got rid of my shirt, pants, undershirt, and boxers.

Her black-cherry titties jiggled with laughter as she watched my cock and balls tumble free between my legs. She cupped my nuts with both hands and kissed the crown of my cock after pulling off the condom with her teeth.

“What a lovely rooster you are,” she declared as she brought my penis inside her warm, moist, velvety mouth. She sucked hard, her cheeks blowing like bellows, and deftly dabbed her tongue at the tip of my cock’s head while rapidly pumping the base of my shaft. I shot a few spurts of semen down her throat before she spat out my dick and squeezed her palm around the cap so I would stop coming.

We stood in the darkened office and kissed, her warm and delectable mouth drawing the breath from my body into hers.

I knelt before my goddess again, this time to suckle at her demitasse breasts, and as I did she inserted the finger of her left hand into my asshole and a finger from her right hand in hers. We danced that way as her nipples hardened like tiny pebbles and slowly I smelled the odor of her sweat and the honey from her cunt.

After she enjoyed a knee-jerking orgasm, she giggled when I licked her sweaty armpits, which tasted as sweet as her eucalyptus scented deodorant. The texture of her flesh was warm and smooth.

I coaxed Christianne down to the floor and lifted her long legs upward so that she hooked her arms behind her knees. I gave her mons a quick licking before applying my tongue to her glistening crease. I slurped up and down her crack and cupped my lips over the delta at the base of her spine. Then I kissed her perfect twin bubbles again and again before driving my tongue into her little anus. I tasted her ass while the essence from her pussy poured over my face.

My African angel panted, “I want you to cock me, Professor!”

I rose from her netherworld and found the discarded condom. I hovered over her as I rolled the latex onto my manhood.

“I’m a cow in heat!” she said hoarsely. “Fuck me, my sweet bull!”

I slid my staff into her vessel and she squeezed me with her supple vaginal muscles. I felt my girth and length expand in her sex grip. I rode the crest of her tidal wave for five minutes, feeling her teeth sink into my chest, drawing blood.

She screamed, babbling jibberish, and my dick stimulated her throbbing Venus to multiple climaxes.

Finally, I felt an eruption of lava from the pit of my loins and we swam in coitus until we collapsed. We lay with arms entwined while I took the latex sheath off my cock, which Christianne placed in her hand as if to inspect it. Then she winked at me before putting the condom in her mouth and devouring the contents.

“You taste nice,” she said matter-of-factly.

The way she clung her arms around my waist as we lay on the floor told me she was not going to leave anytime soon. Every time I looked at her, I felt excitation in my chest at her sheer beauty. The sensation made me smile at her, and whenever I did she kissed me in response. It was visceral and sensual.

“I need to use the bathroom,” I told her. “Do you?”

She shook her head, no, and I stepped into my pants and went through the office door, down the hallway, to the faculty lavatory. The cleaning woman was just coming out. She was a short, tubby, older Latina and she eyed me, shirtless, with disdain.

I peed quickly, rubbed my hands with hand sanitizer, and headed back to my waiting lover.

Christainne was talking softly on the phone. It was probably German, I thought, but she ended with, “Ciao.”

“Talking to your friend?” I asked pleasantly.

She smiled, averted her eyes, and blushed. “Yes, my friend … He’s from Sierra Leone, but we met here in the States. We share so much.”

I said that was good as I laid next to her and touched a fingertip to her nipple, which immediately popped up, hardening. Then I wrapped my lips around it, squeezed, and bit her ever so gently. My African angel moaned her approval. I repeated the touch, squeeze, and bite on her other breast’s nipple.

Then positioning myself above her on my knees and elbows, I began to kiss and lick her soft, moist skin, starting at her forehead, her face, her neck, the dent beneath her throat, her shoulders—one, then the other—her upper arms, elbows, forearms, and wrists. I savored the texture of skin, moaning from my throat, prompting a similar guttural response form her, as I kissed and licked the back of her hand, the crevice of her palm, and each individual finger.

She giggled like a child when I dragged my tongue across her belly and grazed her flesh with my teeth. She twirled both of her nipples with her long fingers while I painted her breasts with my tongue. Then I bit her nippies again upon her command.

She yelped with delight. My next stop was at the gates of heaven. I sniffed, kissed, licked, and dabbed my tongue on her sleek, luxuriant cunt. She began rolling her hips as I sucked her fleshy labia between my teeth and her butternut juices flowed like a meadow brook.

I took my index and forefinger and opened her pussy to jab my tongue into her gateway. She bounced with a sensual rhythm in response as I pinched and rubbed her erect clit. I kept at it till she gasped and sang out in the throes of her orgasm.

When she said, “You must fuck me, Professor,” she pushed me on my back and straddled me. She kissed me roughly, biting my lower lip, and rubbed her dampened cunt against my groin. She covered my mouth with hers as she clamped down on my dick, wrapping me in her Venus.

“Shouldn’t I get a condom?” I asked her as she began to fuck me like a horny bunny.

“I use the pill,” she replied.

“I’ve had a vasectomy,” I told her.

The most beautiful woman I’ve ever fucked said, “Good! I want to take your seed inside me.”

I popped my cork and she humped, grinded, and sweated on top of me for an endless dance. All I could smell, taste, or feel was Christianne, my Angelic goddess, as she fucked me out of my mind.

Lying on top of me in the aftermath, I licked her dewy sweat from her chin and cheeks. Then she sat upright, still covering my manhood with her womanhood, and she smiled down at me.

“You said ‘I love you’ to me in the midst of your passion,” she told me.

“I did?” I said, startled. “I don’t remember saying anything.”

She nodded her head. “You said it over and over to me.”

“I’m sorry,” was all I could think to say.

“It’s all right.” She paused before adding, “I thought you only want to have sex with me as a spiritual and physical connection … not romance.”

“That’s exactly it,” I told her, admiring her lean brown beauty before me. “I only have sex with a select few students to consummate the intellectual stimulus we already established.”

“Do you tell all your students you love them?”

“No, just you, it seems.”

“Aah,” she pronounced. “Okay, then, I love you as well.”

With that she wiggled down to my pelvic area, took my cock in her cupped hands and said, “I need to swallow some more of your seed.”

She rolled her ruby red tongue over my crown and shaft and suckled the tip with her soft lips. When my white hot semen began to bubble up, she pulled every inch of my dick into her lovely mouth and bobbed her head until I had sent every drop down her throat.

“This was quite beautiful,” she informed me as we got dressed. “Though I really must go.”

“Is your friend waiting for you?” I asked sincerely.

She nodded and smiled.

“Do you love him?”

“Yes, and he loves me. We will make a life together.”

“That’s good,” I told her and we affectionately kissed goodnight.

After Cristianne departed, I went to the bathroom, walking down the darkened hallway naked, since no one was in the building. I noticed that the cleaning crew had left a brush and sponge on the sink.

It was a unisex facility, so there was only a john in which to pee, not a urinal. I peed long and foamy after my multiple ejaculations with my angelic beauty, closing my eyes at one point. Suddenly the door opened, and the tubby cleaning woman entered.

“Ah, hah!” she exclaimed. To my shock, rather than averting her eyes, she zeroed right in on my pecker. “That’s your thing, huh?”

I stopped peeing, but, being stark naked, there was no way for me to cover up.

“You’re the one who screws all the pretty young girls.” The short, stocky lady talked as if she had been watching me for a long time.

I said, “Excuse me,” and moved toward the door to get out of there, but the uniformed cleaning crew member blocked my way.

A moment later, Alba—that was her name—grabbed hold of my cock and gently stroked its length. She laughed heartily and kissed my chest, which was about eye level to her stubby stature. She coaxed me to sit down on the toilet seat and knelt between my legs.

She had a pretty, round, mature face. She said, “Yum!” and pulled my cock into her mouth. She gave me a long, slow blow job. She swallowed every drop of my comeuppance and licked me clean from cock, balls, and inner thighs to my ass crack.

Then she offered me her furry honeycomb to eat out as a prelude to squeezing my dick inside her blubbery twat for a happy bounce on the bathroom floor. It was a very good way to end a very good night.

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Becoming Angela Ch. 02

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This was supposed to be the last chapter in my Becoming Angela series. I had planned to write my other chapters before this one, but, things have happened this past year that I couldn’t wait to share. I realized I am finally where I want to be in my life. I will finish the stories between as my new responsibilities permit.

The Final Chapter

The Office Party – December 2016

“I am so looking forward to this year’s Christmas party!” I declared.

This would be the first year Walt would be hosting the company party. This would also be the first year he would be the senior partner of his company. He only had one partner, now….Me!

Walt had worked hard at opening the Monterey branch office, then bought out his former associates. It was a major setback when he had to sell it back to his former partners when I was in the hospital for several months. He couldn’t run his company’s affairs and still be by my side, but, to him, it was a no brainer!

When I finally returned home, and back to the university, Walt poured himself back into his work, and the company began growing again. Even though he no longer owned it, he worked as if it was still his baby. Earlier this year, I asked my trust fund manager to liquidate what was left of my holdings, but even after all my medical expenses had been paid, it wouldn’t be enough. Walt didn’t want me to do it, but I asked my Uncle Nikolai and “Uncle” Sergei for a loan: instead, they gifted me the remainder, and then gave me enough to replace a portion of my holdings.

Sergei reminded me he hadn’t been there for me when I was younger. He hoped this would make up for his ‘neglect’. (Another story, coming later.)

Fortunately, Walt’s associates were open to the sale. More than one said they were pleased he could buy them out: they’d helped him because of his dedication to the company’s growth and his deep love for me.

We were now doing very well and were able to hire a few extra staff and add more office space. If things continue to improve, we will build our own offices next year.

For the first time in his career, Walt was able to go all out decorating the office. He always loved Christmas, and, now he had a chance to do it right! He put up a huge tree in the lobby and encouraged people to decorate their spaces as they saw fit. He even found a beautiful Menorah for his receptionist! (He even bought reindeer antlers and a red nose for my VW!)

We rented a ballroom at a nearby hotel, and I rented a suite for the night. This year, we had a very good reason to avoid driving home drunk – a daughter!

Earlier in the year, Walt and I adopted a little girl – Sophie-Marie, a precious blue-eyed, blonde-haired treasure! Now the holiday season meant even more to us as we now had a little one to share in the fun!

My uncle Nikolai helped us with the adoption. Sophie-Marie was the daughter of one of Mom’s distant relatives. Her father left before she was born, and her mother died of pneumonia a few weeks after she came into this world. There wasn’t any family over there that wanted her. She would probably have ended up in an orphanage, or worse!

Rather than place her in an orphanage, Uncle Nikolai claimed familial rights, then contacted us. He knew Walt and I badly wanted a child and expedited matters (with a lot of hard currency) with Russian adoption agencies. An American contact of his helped on our end.

After several grueling months, we brought Sophie-Marie home. It was in February. She was fifteen months old at the time, and very frightened. She quickly warmed to my wolfhound, Boris (another long ago gift from my uncles and aunt). Boris became her protector and best friend.

Soon the lap that used to be exclusively mine, held a sweet little girl who loved for her Papa to read to her!

I took a leave of absence from my teaching position to care for this little wonder. Sophie-Marie understood Russian, and could say a handful of words in Russian. I still spoke the language, thanks to my uncles: they would lapse into Russian when they wanted to talk about me. I was determined our daughter would learn both languages.

It was funny watching Walt’s expression whenever Sophie-Marie said “Papa” then spoke in rapid fire Russian. He would melt when she would smile knowingly.

Sophie-Marie had recently turned two. This would be her first real Christmas, the first where she would be aware of what was going on around her and interested in everything.

She was already touching ornaments then looking at us and saying, “Nyet! Nyet!”

And we were looking forward to it: we would be having company, this year! My Mom’s family would be flying in from Moscow, and Walt’s mother and sister would be there, too!

Then, another wonderful thing happened – Walt’s mother finally accepted me!

Walt and I had been married almost three months before I finally met his parents. I met his sister soon after I moved in with Walt. She and I became instant friends! ankara2010.com

From the start, Marguerite hated me. It didn’t help that she and her husband arrived for their first visit a day early and found me sunbathing topless by the pool. I couldn’t do anything right: she wouldn’t even sleep in the same house as I!

“Why did you have to marry this…….this…..thing?” Marguerite angrily asked. “Why couldn’t you marry a real woman?”

Marguerite loved Walt’s first wife, Victoria, and blamed Walt for their failed marriage. Victoria repeatedly cheated on Walt, but Marguerite felt that she wouldn’t have strayed, if he had been a better husband.

It didn’t help that Henry, her ex-husband kept hitting on me. He was under the impression that I was receptive to a man of his charms, and willing to fuck any man that smiled at me. He’d also decided I was a slut. (He based that on me being topless by the pool, and how I dressed for Walt.) He didn’t realize I was interested in no one but Walt. My promiscuous period had ended years ago, but even back then, I wouldn’t have slept with him!

Patti and Walt were my support against their mother’s vicious attacks.

When Marguerite asked why I thought I was as good as a “Real Woman”, I bitchily replied, “I don’t have periods and I love anal sex!”

Marguerite sputtered angrily and stomped out of the house. She and her husband left the next morning.

Things started improving while I was in the hospital. Marguerite couldn’t help but notice her son’s devotion to me. She may not have liked me, but she was devoted to her son. She began sitting with me so Walt could have a break. She frequently stayed with me until I came out of my coma. From what the nurses told me, she never said much, just held my hand.

Last year, we remodeled the pool house and converted it into a small apartment. Marguerite’s health had deteriorated and we wanted her near us to be able to help her as needed. Her daughter, Patti, lived close by.

Marguerite used to have a sharp tongue which she frequently honed on all three of use. We were the whetstones for her discontent.

That all changed with the arrival of Sophie-Marie. She held up her little arms and called Marguerite ‘Nana’. Marguerite quickly warmed to her first grandchild. Gone was the shrew: instead, a very loving person emerged. And as she watched my with my daughter, Marguerite thawed for me, too! As her bitterness faded, her health improved!

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Early in our relationship, I insisted Walt buy a tux and a couple of nice suits for formal occasions: his idea of dressing up was an old corduroy sports coat, a flannel shirt, and jeans. Although I love that look on him, I knew there would be times when he needed to show how sophisticated he really is! And if I was going to dress the best I could for him, he could damn well dress nicely for me, from time to time!

“Mrs. Schumann, you will be the loveliest woman at the party!”

Mrs. Schumann. That was the best thing he could ever say to me, a transgendered woman. And, being told I’m lovely……well….what woman wouldn’t want to hear that!

And….Mr. Schumann, you are the handsomest man a woman could ever want!

As I’ve grown older, I have become more conservative in my dress. I no longer dressed like a sex toy, or a slut. (Well, maybe, once in a while, at home, for him!) And, now, we have a little girl who will want to be like me: I was determined to be the best role model I could possibly be for her.

Tonight, I will wear a sleeveless black dress that will go past my knees. It, along with my 4 inch heels, will accentuate my shapely calves. It will also show the tops of my small breasts. I usually wear the pearls Walt gave me when I graduated college, but this year, he gave me my Christmas present early – a diamond necklace and matching earrings and ankle chain.

I also put my hair up in a French braid. Walt loves my long neck: tonight, he will have a hard time keeping his eyes off it. And off me!

Walt smiled, and whistled approvingly when I came out of the bedroom. I, too, liked what I saw: my 6ft-2, ruggedly handsome husband in a black suit, light blue shirt, and blue striped tie. He was wearing my early gift to him; a new Cartier.

I wasn’t concerned with what people would think of me when we entered the reception room: most of Walt’s co-workers and staff know I’m transgendered. Most were okay with that: the few who weren’t either avoided me, or found other jobs. Some couldn’t believe what they saw. I have had eighteen years to practice being who I am; half my life! All my mannerisms are now instinctual, habitual.

Walt and I made sure to be at the party early: I wanted everything to be just right! I made sure to offer praise where deserved, and subtle encouraging hints when I found something not quite right. Mama Rosa had spent lots of time teaching me the best way to deal with staff. Caterers commented that I was a fair and courteous client.

Past company parties were for the adults only, and tended to get a little out of hand. We didn’t want to be responsible for anyone getting hurt, or killed, on their way home because they were drunk! We offered to pay half the cost of a room for those who chose to stay the night. We also made this a family party: our employees were encouraged to bring their children. Hopefully, this will keep things calmer. Next year, we plan to bring Sophie-Marie.

The party was a success! The food was excellent, the mood light and cheery, and our guests pleasant! Many of the parents thanked us for finally including the children. A couple of my detractors were surprised to learn I was the one who had suggested this!

Walt was very generous tipping the serving staff: their holiday became better thanks to him. I held his arm as we watched the last of the dishes cleared, then led him to our room.

Walt had called home to check up on our daughter: this was the first night we’d left her overnight with someone. He was laughing as he got off the phone.

“Mother said Sophie crawled into Boris’s bed and went to sleep! Good thing you washed it, and bathed him, today!” he laughed.

I was wearing Walt’s shirt as I prepared for bed. I was staring off into space as I brushed out my hair, I had a slight smile on my face. Walt leaned over and kissed my neck.

“A penny for your thoughts, Dear,” he whispered.

“Just thinking about that Christmas in the mountains,” I replied.

Christmas 2007

Walt and I had been together almost three years when we decided to invite the Garzas, Rosa and Felipe, to spend the Christmas holidays with us. Since Miguel and Silve had retired to Spain, they no longer needed the Garza’s services. Felipe and Rosa retired and moved to Fresno. They, along with Nina and Mia, were all the family I had in the States.

Through his business relationship with Miguel, Walt had known the Garzas for several years. The girls called him Uncle Walt.

Walt found a very nice rental lodge outside Lake Tahoe. This place was bigger than our apartment! There would be plenty of room, and plenty of privacy. He booked it for a week and a half.

In the past, we’d kept our holiday celebrations to just the two of us. Although he loved his parents, Walt was sure his mother wouldn’t approve of him living with a transgendered woman. My real parents had died before I met Walt: Dad had no living family, and Mom’s family lived in St. Petersburg, Russia.

We’d kept our previous Christmas celebrations simple and low key. Walt usually gave me jewellery or a new dress: I bought him nice shirts. We ordered our meals in advance from a local restaurant. We would set up a small tree together and I would bake cookies or gingerbread. I loved cooking, by this point, but our tiny kitchen made it difficult to prepare elaborate meals like Christmas dinner.

The Garzas were my adoptive parents: Mama Rosa declared I was one of her daughters when she’d discovered my parents had passed away. Although she and Felipe worked for Miguel and Silve, Mama Rosa was very protective of me and would shout them down if she thought they were mistreating me.

I may have been Miguel’s mistress, and they just servants, but Rosa didn’t accept bad behaviour from anyone. And that included Miguel and Silve!

The Garzas were never bothered that I was transgendered. (I often wondered if Miguel had other transsexual lovers, in the past.) In fact, my “sisters”, Mia and Nina, were fascinated and wanted to know everything they could about me. They even tried to get me to explore certain sexual avenues with them. I wasn’t comfortable, since they were supposedly family, and I was a few years older than they were. I had kissed Mia’s bottom a couple of years ago and let her suck my cock. She claimed she needed practice for when she found a boyfriend. (The manipulative little minx had already sucked and fucked several boyfriends by the time I came on the scene!)

Nina and her husband were coming and Mia was bringing her current boyfriend.

I drove up early with Rosa, Felipe, and Nina to get the place ready. Walt had to finish a last minute job, but would be up in a couple of days. I haven’t slept apart from him in months, and then never more than one night, and was not happy with the idea of spending part of the holidays without him. I intended to hang mistletoe all over our room!

Mama Rosa supervised decorating and put me and Nina to work. It was fun spending time with Nina again. I hadn’t seen her as often since she married. Rosa had to go back into town and Felipe would drive her. They would also get Mia and the guys at the airport. Nina and I would finish tidying the place.

Not long after they left, Felipe called and said the snows had closed the road and they would have to stay in town overnight. They would be able to return the next day after the roads were cleared. We had plenty of food and firewood: we’d be okay for several days.

I built a fire and we ate a light supper. We made cocoa and toasted marshmallows, things sisters would do. We caught up with each other’s life. We talked about Walt and Barry, her husband. Soon we were ready for bed.

I said I wanted to sleep by the fire and she asked if she could join me. We snuggled together under the quilt, on the fake bearskin rug. (I would dearly love for Walt to fuck me on this rug!) We were soon fast asleep.

Later, I felt Nina’s hand on my breast. She caressed me through my thin sleep tee, slowly moving down to stroke my cock. I felt her warm breath on my neck. I turned to look at her. She was naked! She got up and put more wood on the fire. She was beautiful, her tall, slender form lit by the fire.

“I hated to see such a romantic setting go to waste. And I couldn’t think of someone better to share this with!” She exclaimed.

I hadn’t been with Stephanie, my transsexual lover and best friend, for a few weeks. I was ready for a bed-mate, right now. Nina had offered herself to me many times in the past, but I declined, her being like a sister to me. She and Mia had both suggested being ‘sisters’ with benefits, but, I couldn’t see how that would work.

Tonight, however, I was missing Walt badly and ready to share my bed with someone I love. Walt knew of, and tolerated, my affair with Stephanie. And, while I was free to have women lovers, I hadn’t had one since I met Walt. So, it was with a little trepidation that I drew Nina to me and kissed her long and deep.

Nina is a couple of inches taller than I. She has fuller breasts and narrower hips! I’ve been attracted to her for a very long time, even though I tried not to let her know. Somehow, I think she knew all along!

We kissed for an eternity before I moved down to kiss and nibble her breasts. I slowly worked down to lick her navel. I kissed the hollows of her hips and dived into her wet pussy. I licked, sucked, and nibbled her clit. I ran my tongue inside her. I fucked her with my fingers while I sucked her clit. When she came, she bucked and thrashed, holding my head to her dripping pussy. She arched her back then finally collapsed. I slowly kissed my way up to her mouth.

I lay on my back allowing Nina to ride me. I like women to ride me the same way I ride Walt. I love playing with breasts, and Nina has nice breasts. She reached down and played with mine, slowly rocking on me. She asked me to warn her if I was near coming. She would stop long enough to let the sensation to fade. Then she would start again. She repeated this cycle several times over the next hour before I reached the point where I could no longer hold back. My orgasm was very intense. I felt as if I was pumping gallons of cream into her!

Nina rolled around and placed her dripping pussy inches away from my mouth. I grabbed her hips and pulled her close, savouring her aroma. I opened my mouth wide to accept my cream into my hungry mouth! She ground her pussy on my face as I eagerly lapped my cream from her. I don’t know how long she rode my face before she came. Afterwards, she sucked me clean while I continued to eat her. All I needed was for Walt to be hammering my ass with his huge cock!

“Mia and I flipped a coin to see who would have you first,” Nina told me. “She’s not going to be happy: she won, but I got here first!”

I was surprised by this revelation! I had no idea my ‘sisters’ were still fixated on having sex with me. While I secretly desired them, I had no desire to ruin two good friendships: however, it seemed they weren’t troubled at all!

Secretly, I wished it had been Mia. I’d already spent a few afternoon’s kissing her bottom. She’d sucked me off several times before I met Walt. Mia is short and voluptuous, with a nice round bottom and full breasts. She tried very hard to get me to go further. I wasn’t comfortable with the idea of sleeping with my “sisters”. Evidently, they felt no such qualms!

While we snuggled, Nina told me they had fantasized about sex with me, talking about the things we might do. Mia finally confessed about our activities. Nina was hurt at first: I had rebuffed her advances, but not Mia’s. Mia is more persistent and usually gets what she wants. Nina was curious about how it felt to have her bottom kissed and Mia demonstrated. It wasn’t long before they were exploring each other’s bodies. They began finding opportunities to play together, even going so far as to sneaking off to my old apartment!

As she fondled my cock, she asked, “Why haven’t you had this surgery done? I thought you were planning on having it done last year.”

I’d thought long and hard about the procedure, but the negatives greatly outweighed the benefits. The doctors told me they couldn’t construct a vagina that would easily accommodate Walt’s huge penis. I might need frequent reconstructive surgeries if I tried to take him. Reversal surgery for the procedure was nearly impossible (or so I was told, at the time)! Walt didn’t mind that I had a penis and I didn’t feel any less a woman because of this difference.

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Studying. Just one of those facts of college life. Me and Becky, friends since freshman year, roommates for several months.

“Who was that girl who said ‘Hi’ to you when we were walking through the union?” I asked.

“Oh that was Trish. She was in my poli-sci class last semester.”

“Hmm. She really lit up when she saw you,” I observed.

“What do you mean?” Becky asked, looking up from her book, smiling slightly, one hand playing with the dark, wavy hair that fell over her shoulder.

“I mean her face was one big smile when she spotted you, and she practically ran up to us. She was really anxious to get you in that discussion group she’s organizing.”

“Yeah she’s real jazzed about that,” Becky said, looking back down at her book.

Silence fell and I tried to study. But my mind wandered. There was something odd about the breathless pleasure Becky’s friend had showed on seeing her. Then I remembered something.

“Hey wasn’t it Trish you helped with all that cramming last month?”

“Yeah, she got way behind and I helped her out.”

“And you spent the night at her place once?”

“Uh-huh, just before mid-terms.”

Silence fell again, and I turned a page. A few minutes passed, but I couldn’t concentrate. Then Trish’s face reappeared in my mind’s eye … smiling, excited, flushed a bright pink … all the signs of … “HEY!”

“She’s into you!” I blurted, and Becky looked up.

“What?”

“She’s into you! Not just study buddies. She’s got the hots for you!”

“Don’t be silly,” Becky said, but her eyes slid away from mine.

Ah-HAH!

“You KNOW she’s into you! God is she gay?”

“Not as far as I know,” Becky said, but her gaze still evaded mine.

“Has she come on to you? Did she make a move when you stayed at her place?” I asked. I waited expectantly.

“Nothing like that,” she said, her eyes fixed on her open book.

“You’re lying,” I declared, sure of it. Classwork forgotten, I wanted details, and I knew Becky was holding out.

“It’s not what you think,” Becky said, but she looked me in the eyes and I knew I was going to get the truth.

“Actually … I made a move on her.”

My mouth dropped open.

“Ohmygod!” I said, stunned. I had no idea Becky was lesbian. In fact, until that moment I was sure she was straight. I’d heard the evidence twice when she did guys in her room, separated from mine by a very thin wall.

Becky was staring me down, her gaze unwavering.

“Yeah. I made a move on her. I wore a t-shirt with no bra and watched to see if she would look at my tits. She did … and pretended she didn’t. Then she looked some more. So I brushed a tit against her while reaching for a book. It totally distracted her. She got flushed and tried not to look at my boobs, but her hands were shaking. Then I tried a peck on her cheek, and she right away started frenching me. I pulled up my shirt and shoved a tit in her mouth while I was yanking her top off. I got her naked and humped her ’til she came. Then I made her finger-fuck me until I came. And then I sat on her face and made her lick me until I came again.”

I was speechless.

“It turns out she really likes a couple of fingers in her while you’re licking her clit. That gets her hot! Plus, pinching her nipples when she starts to cum makes her blow up like a bomb.”

Did I mention I was speechless.

I’d had a lesbian friend in my drama class in high school. For a second I wondered what became of her. Now my best friend at college was coming out. Or so I thought.

“To answer your next question, I’m not gay,” Becky said.

“You’re not?” I blurted, confused.

“Nope. I like guys better, but girls are great, too. And with girls you don’t have to worry about getting pregnant.”

She told me how an older cousin taught her to finger-fuck when she was barely in her teens. Long before she had her first date with a guy, she and her cousin were fingering each other to bliss on a regular basis. At first she didn’t even realize it was out of the ordinary. She learned about eating pussy from reading Cosmo, then experimented with her cousin.

“You don’t have to be a lesbian to have sex with girls,” Becky explained. “You just have to like sex more than you like guys.”

I looked at her, half skeptical, half confused.

“Listen,” she said, leaning forward. “Haven’t you ever laid in bed alone, aching for a fuck, but fed up with every guy you know. You know what I mean … fed up with their lies, their demands and their endless bullshit games. Don’t you get sick of waiting for one of them to grow up and be worth a shit!”

“Sure, guys can be assholes,” I countered, “but there ARE such things as dildos.”

“Right!” she cried. “I couldn’t live without my vibrator. But sometimes it is,

… JUST! …

… NOT! …

… ENOUGH! …

Sometimes I want to touch somebody. I NEED SKIN! And I want somebody doing it to me instead of doing it to myself.”

I opened my mouth tekirdağ escort to say something, but she cut me off.

“Lots of girls are curious about other girls,” she explained. “Maybe one in 10 will kiss another girl sober, and that’s mostly if they can do it in private with somebody hot.

“But of girls who have had at least two drinks … I’d say three out of 10 will kiss another girl. Some will go farther — titty play, naked hugging, whatever.

“But if I can get my hand on a girl’s pussy I can make her cum. And if I can make a girl cum, nearly all will finger-fuck me.”

I couldn’t think of a thing to say.

“And there’s another thing,” she said, pausing for a few seconds. “There’s this thing you don’t understand until you do it.”

She stared intently into my face.

“I never suspected this … but … it’s a huge rush to make a girl cum.”

“Huh?” I said brilliantly.

Her eyes became distant. “It makes me feel so powerful when a girl starts to moan and gasp for air, and she starts to hump and then … then she explodes and she wails and … and each one is different. Some scream, some moan, some are so quiet you can barely tell, but you know they’re cumming and cumming hard because YOU made them cum!”

We were both silent for a moment.

“So if you’re diddling these straight girls,” I finally said. “What’s the point? They’re straight. They don’t know how to make you feel good.”

“Actually you’re wrong about that,” Becky said. “Any girl who has ever fingered herself, or gotten head knows what to do. And if she gets off track, I just tell her what I want. It’s easier to tell a girl what feels good. They don’t get all offended, like you’re saying they’re bad in bed.”

“But don’t straight girls get ‘icked when you want ’em to eat at the Y?”

“Most straight chicks won’t eat you the first time, but after you eat them once or twice they think, ‘Well, she likes it!’ Then I think they get curious,” Becky said.

“The girls I’ve done …… some wound up licking when it was their turn. And most of the ones who won’t eat pussy will finger-fuck you,” Becky said. “It’s pretty hot fingering a girl who’s fingering you at the same time, seeing who can make the other cum first.

“Most girls who’ll kiss you will let you feel their titties. And then maybe they’ll grab yours. Everybody likes tits, and everybody likes their tits played with by somebody who knows how. But a lot just won’t go any further. They won’t touch your cooz and won’t let you touch theirs. That’s okay. Kissing and titty play is still fun. I can get myself off later.”

“And I’ve gotten really good at reading the signals. Girls who aren’t interested will throw out a stop sign right away. But one girl who stopped me came back a couple of weeks later … and let me know she was curious.”

“Have you done it with any lesbians?” I asked curiously.

“A couple. They’re really good at the sex, but they hate it that I like guys. And there’s still nothing better than a guy who likes you and really knows his shit in bed.”

By this time my puss was feeling warm and moist, and I was very aware of my my boobs. I only have a C cup, but my upper body is slender so they look bigger. I was glad I was wearing a bra because my nipples felt hard. I was breathing deeper than usual and my face felt flushed. I wanted to go to my room and get off.

But then Becky would know I was getting hot. And what would happen then? My head was swimming, trying to adjust to the idea of my best friend seducing girls. I had to get away someplace where I could absorb the news in private.

“Well I’m off to the library,” I said, standing up and gathering my books. I got out of there in a hurry while Becky watched me go.

Confused thoughts whirled through my head as I walked across campus. Was I that clueless? Sure we had our own lives, but why hadn’t I noticed Becky was into girls?

Then I remembered returning to our place late one Sunday after a weekend at home. Becky had been lying nude among her twisted sheets looking all tired and satisfied. Hell, her room reeked of pussy. I didn’t ask, but I assumed she’d gotten lucky with a guy.

Maybe it had been a girl?

And why hadn’t she made a move on me? Maybe she didn’t want to get involved with somebody she lived with? Or maybe she wasn’t attracted to me? Surely I wasn’t THAT bad!

Shit! This was going to change things. People on campus had to know Becky was doing girls. News travels fast at our school, and gossip travels even faster. Did people assume Becky and I were shacking? Did any guys know? Should I think about getting my own place? Was I attracted to Becky? She was pretty, no doubt, with big firm tits and a tight ass, but my mind just wouldn’t picture the two of us in bed … kissing … licking.

And I didn’t believe what she said about all the girls who were supposedly curious about girls. Could there be that many? Yeah, I notice a great body when I see one. But had I ever really been forumagic.com attracted? Not really. I’d spent most of my life trying to catch the eye of one guy or another. Girls were … girls. Guys turned me on.

Arriving at the library, I found a couple of articles I needed and took them to a study carrel in a deserted part of the third floor stacks. I mused over Becky’s revelation for awhile, then began to read my articles.

Fifteen minutes later somebody took the next carrel, separated from mine by a thin partition. I heard pages turning and paper shuffling, nothing more.

I was starting to make progress on my paper when my pen started to leak ink … just small blots at first, then a flood as the ballpoint fell apart. There was ink everywhere! Disgusted, I mopped up, threw the pen away and looked for my spare.

CRAP! I had loaned my spare to somebody in class the day before. I cursed. A vending machine in the lobby sold ballpoints, but that was a long walk and I didn’t have any change. Could I get change at the desk? Maybe I could borrow a pen from the person in the next carrel? I stood up, walked around to the other side and got a surprise.

It was Trish.

She looked up from her books as I stopped beside her chair.

“Oh, hi,” I said, surprised. “Uh, my pen started leaking and I was wondering if you had one I could borrow?”

Trish gaped at me for a moment, then recovered a little.

“Yeah … uh, sure. I have an extra. Let me just find it.” She dug around in a backpack at her feet and I had time to notice she was blushing. Her left cheek showed a definite flush.

“Uh-oh,” I thought. “She knows I’m Becky’s roommate. She probably thinks I know all about them fucking.”

Then I blushed myself, remembering I DID know about it … as of an hour ago. Trish didn’t look anything like the “out” lesbians I know. In fact, she was pretty, petite and girly. Her shoulder-length hair was styled and she wore light makeup. She had on a blouse and a casual skirt. Who wears a skirt to the library?

A little over 5-feet, Trish had a gymnast’s build including strong-looking legs and a pair of small, round tits in a bra she really didn’t need. For a second I pictured her and Becky naked in bed, then I forced my mind back to the present. Trish was handing me a pen.

“Thanks, I’ll get this back to you,” I said, and beat a hasty retreat.

Back in my carrel I had a hard time concentrating on my work. My mind kept drifting back to Trish just a few feet away. I wondered if she was gay, but in the closet, or straight like Becky, but turned on by girls, too. I tried to remember any gossip about her, and came up blank.

Then I pictured Trish handing me the pen and realized … she wasn’t looking at my face when she held out the pen. She was looking straight ahead, eye-level with my tits. Hmm. Was she looking at my tits? Or was she just avoiding looking me in the eye?

I felt a wave of heat roll through my body, my face flushing again. I remembered Becky’s words … ” I pulled up my shirt and shoved a tit in her mouth …” Would that have worked if Trish wasn’t interested?

Doubtful.

Then an awful idea occurred to me. What would happen if I shoved a tit in Trish’s face? I love, love, love, having my nipples sucked, but would it feel the same with a girl? Would a girl really do it better than a guy? Some guys drive me crazy mouthing my nipples, but most are too rough, or don’t take the time.

It’s too bad I’d broken up with my boyfriend over the summer and hadn’t found a new one. Several months without sex were not helping me think straight.

I’m not as bold as Becky, and I hadn’t been playing with girls for years. I could never brush a tit against another girl to see if she reacted. But I already knew Trish was interested in girls … at least one girl … and she was sitting in the next carrel. The stacks were quiet and empty. Had she really been looking at my tits?

Could I do it? Show her something and see if she responded? What if she ignored me? Could I make it subtle? No. Too subtle, and nothing would happen. Trish was turned on by Becky, but Becky had bigger tits than me. And Trish had not made the first move.

Without consciously deciding, I carefully removed my sweater. I looked down at myself. I do have good tits, round and firm with very little sag. My big, puffy nipples had embarrassed me before, so I always wore a bra, this time under a man’s dress shirt. When I arched my back a little gap appeared between the buttons. Would that be enough to tempt Trish?

Slowly, glancing around, I opened my shirt, removed my bra, and put my shirt back on. I left the top two buttons undone and the shirttails loose. I stuffed the bra in the bottom of my backpack.

This was the point of no return. My pulse was pounding and my whole body was flushed and warm. The itchy feeling between my legs meant I was seriously horny. I pinched my nipples to get them erect. Then I stood up, feeling clumsy and hyper-aware of my arms and legs moving. I walked around to Trish’s carrel and stood beside her. My nipples made big bumps in my shirt.

She looked up, her deep brown eyes widened and she gave a little gasp. Her eyes went from my tits to my face and back to my tits. A deep pink flush rose in her pretty face.

“Sorry Trish, but the pen you gave me ran out of ink. Do you have another?”

She was speechless for a moment, then silently turned away to dig in her backpack. Still ready to flee, I took a step closer. When she turned back my tits were only inches from her face. Now she had no choice but to look at my breasts … and she wasn’t turning away! In fact she was staring with … what? … desire? fascination?

“Uh … mmm,” she whispered vaguely and then the tip of her pink tongue licked quickly across her upper lip. She probably didn’t even know she did it, but that decided me. I reached up and slowly unbuttoned my third button. My shirt hung open and I simply pulled one side wide, revealing my left tit. My nipple was hard, and dark compared with my pale breast.

Trish groaned and in an instant her mouth was on me, sucking hungrily at my nipple. Her hands came up and cupped my breast, Holding it firmly, pulling me to her.

At first she was too eager, too needy. She suckled too hard, but I didn’t care. I was conscious only of jets of pleasure bursting from my nipple to rocket throughout my body. My wet pussy ached to be filled and I had to stifle a low moan of arousal. I put my hands on Trish’s head and pulled her hungry mouth against my tit. God she was sucking me good!

I stood there for a good three minutes while another girl worshipped my tit, occasionally glancing around to make sure we were alone. Then I pulled my shirt wide and guided my neglected right breast to her mouth. If anything my right nipple was harder, her mouth more demanding, the pleasure more intense. I couldn’t stifle the moan that escaped me.

“AaaaaahhmmmmmMMMMM!”

Looking down at Trish’s face pressed eagerly against my tit, I suddenly wanted to do something to her. I tried getting my hand down the neck of her blouse, but there wasn’t room. So I just grabbed the collar and gave a hard tug. The top button popped out or flew off, I didn’t care which, and my hand was sliding across the smooth, warm skin of her chest. I cupped a tit through her bra and gave it a squeeze, but she didn’t react.

I wanted her to react, so I roughly pulled her bra up and off her tit and quickly found her nipple … a stiff little bump. I pinched it hard and her teeth bit into my nipple in response. I jerked helplessly and my pussy contracted. Soon I was pinching and stroking her nipple while she sucked and nipped at mine. I knew our sighs and moans were getting too loud, but I couldn’t stop myself.

My senses were swimming and my heart thumping with sex-hunger. I could feel wetness in the crotch of my panties. I knew I had to have more and it no longer mattered that Trish was a girl. My pussy needed attention and she was going to provide it!

I hastily opened my jeans and pushed them and my panties to my knees. The musky scent of warm pussy suddenly hung in the air. Then I took Trish’s hand and pressed it against my hairy ‘V.’ She never hesitated, but quickly parted my labia, found my hole and slid two fingers inside me. I sighed as I felt her enter me, willing her to go deeper. Meanwhile her thumb began rubbing the top of my slit where my clit was a hard little nub, eager for stimulation. Her mouth never left my nipple.

My knees buckled momentarily when she found my clit, but I caught myself. Now one of my hands was pulling her head against my breast while the other held onto the side of the carrel to keep from collapsing. I started thrusting my hips to encourage the invasion of her fingers, sliding slowly in and out. And Trish began finger-fucking me a little deeper and a little faster.

“Uh-uh-uh-uh!” I panted, trying to spread my legs wider. “Mmm-uh! Uh! Uh! Uh!”

Without warning she switched her mouth back to my left tit. Impossibly that nipple felt even harder and more sensitive than before and lightning bolts of sensation went shooting between my breast and my pussy. God I was getting close!

Now she was really attacking my pussy … two fingers sliding and squelching as she thrust them inside me at a faster and faster pace. Her thumb rubbed the top of my slit with every penetration, adding to the stimulation. Aroused beyond all control I wanted to attack Trish’s body, to feel and taste her, but I could barely hold myself upright against the rising waves of pleasure.

Three times I felt my climax approaching and three times my knees buckled, threatening to drop me to the floor … away from Trish’s fingers in my pussy and her mouth sucking my nipple. I gritted my teeth and forced myself to stay upright.

Then a final wave burst over me and I was cumming … cumming so hard that I had to cover my mouth with both hands so I wouldn’t be heard all over the library. And she kept fucking me with her hand, and sucking me with all her might.

“AAAAGH!” I thrust my pussy against her fingers.

“AAAAGH!” I pushed my tit against her eager mouth.

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Educating Mom: Andy’s Story Ch. 06

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“Does this look okay for going out tonight?” my mother asked as she walked into the living room. I’d been checking my e-mails as I waited for her to get ready, but as I looked up from the screen, I realized the wait had been worth it.

She was wearing some of the new things we’d picked up for her that day, and my eyes immediately went to the soft pearl-gray sweater tightly adhered to those spectacular breasts of hers. It had a small turtleneck collar and little cap sleeves, but the way the tautly-stretched light-gray material hugged those large round tits looked absolutely amazing. I could make out the lacy edges of one of her new bras through the material, the heavily-structured undergarment lifting and pushing those heavy round tits together and up. Her enormous rack caused the light-colored fabric to put every enticing swell and curve on brilliant display. Dark shadows were cast on her slender waist by the imposing rack while her thick nipples protruded invitingly from the center of each massive globe, casting their own teasing shadows beneath. I had definitely advised her wisely when we selected that saucy little garment.

The sweater was tucked into a black cotton miniskirt; the jet-black fabric contrasting vividly with the soft pearl color of the top. The skirt ended midway to her knees and she’d left her toned legs bare beneath. Her full thighs and calves looking tanned and delicious as my eyes followed them downwards; her sexy legs naturally accented by her slender knees and tapered ankles. Her delicate feet were adorned in a simple pair of strappy black sandals, the tiny straps seeming to caress her feet in comforting bondage. A sensible 3″ heel made them perfect for a casual night out.

My eyes roamed all the way down and then slowly back up over her alluring form, my senses spinning with desire as I stared, virtually dumbstruck with lust as I zeroed in on those tremendous heavy mounds once more.

“Andy, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I replied, snapping myself back to reality. “Mom, you look fantastic. I love that outfit.”

“Do you really?” she asked as she spun around in a little circle, letting me see her from every angle. My eyes were drawn instinctively to her sumptuous backside as she turned, the fleshy round orbs being cupped nicely by the taut cotton of her little skirt. It had one of those little slits in the middle of the hem, and when she turned, the slit parted, revealing a glimpse of her white thighs beneath. A jolt went right to my dick, and I felt like grabbing her, throwing her onto the dining room table and fucking the shit out of her right there. I had to take a deep breath to control myself; but I called upon what little willpower I had and kept myself in check.

“You look incredible. I can’t get over how you could have gone all these years without clothes like this. Mom, you’ve got an amazing body that was made for things like that.” Little did she know I had a nasty little outfit I was going to give her to wear when we got back later. Although this outfit looked perfect for where we were going, the one I had for later would make this one look like a peasant’s rags.

“Oh Andy, you’re so sweet. I love you so much,” she said with a smile as she all but jumped into my arms and gave me a tender kiss. I felt my heart swell with joy, knowing my mother and I were becoming closer and closer, just as I’d hoped.

“I love you too. Now, are you hungry?” I’d planned for us to go a grab a bite at one of our favorite restaurants, and then take in an early movie. I wanted to make sure we were home in time so that I could make good use of that voluptuous sexy body of her before we went to bed; well, went to sleep actually. I planned on having her in bed for a few hours before actually catching some shuteye.

“I’m starving,” she replied as she stepped back and grabbed a new black purse we’d picked up for her as well. I took her arm as I led her to the car, opening the door for her like a gentleman, knowing this was something my dad had probably never done for her.

“Thank you so much, dear,” she said, a look of pure happiness twinkling in her warm blue eyes.

“My pleasure.” I was only too happy to let her slip into the passenger seat. I watched intently, her legs parting sexily as her sumptuous rump slid onto the seat, her skirt sliding slightly up as she drew in her tanned sexy legs one at a time, the soft skin of her inner thighs seeming to call out to me for attention. I felt myself beginning to sweat as I reluctantly closed the door and made my way around to my side of the car, audibly calling ‘Down boy’ to my stiffening dick.

It didn’t take long for us to get Rizzo’s, an old Italian family restaurant we’d been going to forever. The place wasn’t classy by any means, but it had its own old-world charm and the food was fantastic. The warm scent of roasting garlic and homemade tomato sauce wafted tantalizingly into our nostrils as a hostess led us to a vacant table. The place had a comforting ambiance, manisa escort with simple red tablecloths, empty bottles of chianti wrapped in wicker hanging from the ceiling, and paper placemats showing the original Rizzo’s hometown of Naples highlighted on a barebones map of the world’s most famous boot.

The place was pretty crowded; not surprising for a Saturday night. I watched many eyes, both male and female; follow our short journey to our booth, with all eyes focused on my mother. I knew if I was in their place, that’s what I’d be doing too. Jesus, she looked great; those new clothes sensually accentuated that fantastic body of hers, a body made for just one thing.

“Andy, are you sure I look okay?” my mother asked as we sat down, her nervous eyes scanning restlessly around the restaurant.

“You look great. What’s the matter?”

“It felt like everyone was looking at me when we walked to our seats.”

“I noticed it too,” I said seriously as I leaned across the table and took her hand as if something was drastically wrong. I waited until she leaned closer, eager to hear what I had to say. “But I thought they were looking at me.” A big smile spread across my face and then across hers as well. She knew I was pulling her leg; but it worked, I saw her visibly relax.

“But why were they looking at me? All those times before we’ve been in here, nobody’s looked at me like that.” She looked down at herself to see if her sweater was untucked or a stray napkin was clinging to her heel. “Is something wrong?”

“No, nothing’s wrong at all.” I paused for a second until she looked up at me, her eyes still restlessly confused. “Those people were looking at you because you look fantastic.”

“Really, that’s why they were looking?” she asked innocently, her eyes slowly glancing around the room. I didn’t need to look, I knew by her reaction of quickly looking back at me that some of those hungry eyes were still feasting on her. I had figured this might happen, so I’d asked for a booth rather than one of the tables sitting out in the open, the partially blocked off space providing us with a bit more privacy I knew she needed.

“Yes, Mom, that’s why they were looking. I told you, those clothes look incredible on you; but really, I think it’s you that make that make the clothes look so good, not the other way around.” She smiled tentatively when I said that, her momentary anxiety easing away as she settled into her seat.

I was happy to show her off, but I knew she was still tentative in her new-found skin. Like an exotic animal brought from far-off lands to a local zoo, the masses were happy and excited to view the new attraction; but this much attention was all new to my mother. She’d get used to it in time; I’d make sure of that. I’d continue to dress her up the way I liked; in stylish tight clothes that emphasized those substantial curves of hers but didn’t make her look slutty.

I glanced around the room and the gawkers instinctively averted their eyes as my searching gaze found them, even though there was not a glimmer of aggressiveness in my eyes. I noticed that there were almost as many women as men looking my mother’s way, and that made me smile. The looks on their faces told me I’d been right in the type of things we’d picked out for her to wear; the women looked envious of her, not critical or judgmental. That was good, that’s just the reaction I’d hoped for.

“Thanks for saying that, Andy. I love all these things you’ve gotten for me. I’ve never had clothes like this in my life; I feel so spoiled.”

“You’re worth spoiling, Mom. You mean everything to me.” The waitress interrupted us, offering us menus which we refused. “The usual?” I asked, my eyes meeting my mother’s.

“Of course,” she replied.

“A large Rizzo’s deluxe and I’ll have a Dr. Pepper.”

“And I’ll have a ginger ale, please,” my mother added before the waitress hustled away. My mother reached across the table and took my hands as she continued the conversation we’d started. “Andy, you mean everything to me too. I have to admit these last few days have been the happiest of my life. I….I never thought I could feel this way, both physically and emotionally. I can’t thank you enough. I do love you, son, more than anything.”

Her words were music to my ears; her sincerity ringing clear in her kind words. “I love you too, Mom,” I replied, giving her soft hands a gently squeeze. “Your happiness means everything to me, and I’ll do whatever I can to make sure you’re happy and no one ever hurts you or makes you feel bad again.” She smiled contently, her eyes brimming with tears of happiness. She was close to crying, and I knew she’d be embarrassed if it happened right here. I had to lighten the mood a bit or the waterworks would be flowing. “That’s why I’m taking you to see that new horror movie with all the headless zombies running around.”

That broke the mood as she drew back and laughed, wiping away a single tear. “You little kushinagar.net brat; you know I hate scary movies. Really, what are we going to see?”

“Well, okay then,” I replied with mock disappointment as she tenderly held my hand again. “How about that new movie with Chelsea Barker and Brock Miller?” I asked, suggesting the new romantic comedy with a pair of Hollywood’s hot young actors I knew she liked.

“Oh, I’d love that!” she gushed, a broad smile lighting up her pretty face. It was sad how the simple little things most of us take for granted could mean so much to her; evidence of the strict and controlling life she’d had with my prick of a father. They rarely went out, and if they did, it was pretty much straight back home as quickly as possible.

The waitress soon brought our drinks and then arrived shortly thereafter with the piping hot pizza, the Rizzo’s deluxe which was the house specialty. It never failed to impress and today was no exception. We savored the delicious flavors as we greedily ate, finishing the succulent pie between the two of us.

Pleasantly full and happily nourished, we drove the short distance to the cinema. I was happy that my mother naturally took my arm as we got tickets and made our way to our seats; like lovers, happy and out on the town. She chatted gleefully and watched the other moviegoers take their seats. I could see her checking out what other women were wearing, something she probably had never done until this new wardrobe had arrived on the scene. The lights dimmed and she shifted over towards me, once more slipping her arm through mine. It felt natural for me to slide my arm over her shoulder, allowing her to snuggle closer, which she instantly did. The trailers led into the movie and my mother watched intently, entranced by the whole experience. I found myself watching her as much as I watched the movie, feeling happy for her as I saw her smile and laugh at the funny parts, and become anxious and teary as the plotline shifted from one scene to the next.

It wasn’t long before my wandering eyes were drawn to those tremendous tits of hers, the soft pearl-gray of her sweater catching the flickering light enticingly. I loved the swell and curves of those massive guns, the shadows cast by their immense size becoming deep and dark as the changing light flickered across her lush body. I looked down at her bare thighs, her black skirt riding high on her legs as she shifted slightly in her seat. I wanted to slip my hand between those full creamy thighs and feel the intense softness that only a woman’s inner thigh can provide. I had to call on the reserves of my willpower to stop me, knowing this night out was for my mother; also knowing there’d be time for me to have free access to that spectacular body of hers just a little bit later.

The movie came to its predictable finale, the hero and heroine riding off into the blissful cinematic sunset. My mother held onto me as we made our way with the streaming masses to my car, a look of contented satisfaction on her face. The ride home was spirited, with my mother chattering about how much she had enjoyed the movie, and just being out with her son.

“Thanks so much for a wonderful night,” she said as we entered the house.

“Isn’t it customary for the girl to give her date a goodnight kiss?” I asked as I locked the door behind us.

“Of course, forgive me.” She moved into my arms and turned her face up to mine. The lingering scent of her perfume wafted into my nostrils, setting the sparking ember of my desire afire once more. I lowered my lips to hers and found them parted and waiting. I pulled her close as I pressed my lips to hers, my tongue sliding slowly into her mouth.

“Mmmmmmm,” she purred warmly as I held her against me, my tongue exploring the moist warm treasures inside her mouth. My hands slid down and cupped the soft round mounds of her plump behind, my fingers sinking into the warm flesh.

“Oh Andy, that kiss was beautiful,” she said breathlessly as our lips finally parted.

“I’ve got something else for you that’s beautiful,” I replied as I stepped away from her and grabbed a couple of unopened packages that I’d come back with after leaving her earlier in the day.

“What’s this?” she asked, her eyes wide open with interest.

“Something special for you to wear to bed tonight,” I said as I passed her the packages. “Now, why don’t we each take a shower and meet in your bedroom in say…….twenty minutes or so?”

“Okay,” she replied, blushing slightly as she turned to go.

“One other thing, Mom…..” She stopped and turned. “Put on some of that lipstick I got for you, and pull your hair back with one of the black elastics. I don’t want your hair getting in the way of that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Okay,” she said, blushing more intently.

She disappeared into her bedroom, be-ribboned packages in tow. I went into my old room and peeled off my clothes. I heard the shower running from her en-suite as I stepped into the bathroom near my room. Although I kept my pubic hair nicely trimmed, I grabbed some scissors and did some serious manscaping before I entered the shower, trimming away as much hair as I could. I soaped my abdomen and used a razor to trim away the final vestiges of stubble, leaving a nice clean surface around the base of my dick. I re-soaped my hands and lathered thoroughly, knowing I’d be having my mother’s pretty mouth on me soon enough. Rinsing clean, I toweled off and ran a comb through my hair. Naked as the day I was born, I made my way to my parent’s bedroom, the illicit thrill of knowing it was the bed she had shared with my father making it even more exciting for me.

She had turned one bedside lamp on, the warm amber glow giving an intimate and sensual ambiance to the room. I was just starting to turn down the sheets when I heard the door of the en-suite open and my mother stepped into the room.

“Holy fuck!” I thought to myself as I simply stared at her, my jaw dropping to the floor. She was wearing what I had chosen for her, and I gulped as looked at the incredibly gorgeous angel facing me. Angel was probably the wrong word, because in the outfit I had chosen for her, she looked more like one of the Devil’s wicked little playmates. She had on a black leather boned waist cincher, the powerfully supported foundation garment leaving her magnificent breasts spilling free over the top. The cincher pinched in tightly to her waist, then flared out alluring over her motherly hips, spectacularly emphasizing her alluring hourglass figure. My eyes looked downward, black garters framing her succulent pussy invitingly before biting smartly onto sheer black hose, the intricate lacy bands ending high on her full creamy thighs.

As if in a trance, my gaze slid lower, following her sexy legs, full at the thighs and calves and teasingly slender at the knees and ankles. The shimmering black hose made her legs look wickedly sexy, and the sky-high black stilettos made them look even more incredible. There was a pointed cap over the toes and then the shoes were open beyond that, until a tiny leather strap rose up the back of her foot before being anchored in a small band just above her slender ankle. The 4″ heels made her legs look toned, muscular and absolutely spectacular.

I felt my heart racing as I drew my eyes upward, smiling as I glimpsed briefly at her shaven pussy. Yes, I’d provided no panties with this outfit; they’d just be in the way. I loved the way the waist cincher disappeared beneath her heavy round tits, the voluptuous orbs filling the full breadth of her chest as she faced me, her big thick nipples looking ready for some serious sucking. This was just what I had in mind when I spotted this outfit. I loved those tremendous breasts of my mother’s, and tonight I didn’t want anything to get in the way of my desire for them.

She was wearing something new and different I’d gotten for her to go with this outfit; a pair of shoulder-length black leather kid gloves. I could see the way they caressed her arms like a second skin, the wickedly soft kid reaching to her shoulders, perfectly complimenting the leather waist cincher. I pictured the feel of those soft gloves on my cock, knowing I’d be having her use them on me often from now on. A tingling surge went straight to my swelling dick as I pictured her delicate kid-covered hands sliding up and down my rigid shaft.

I looked higher and was happy to see she had her hair pulled back as I requested. I was planning on making good use of that hot mouth of hers tonight, and I definitely didn’t want her hair getting in the way as I worked my prick nice and deep into that buttery smooth oral cavity of hers. So it was nice that she’d heeded my request and pulled her hair tautly back in a tight ponytail. It also gave me a clear view of her long sensuous neck, teasingly adorned in a black lace choker I’d gotten for her. Geez, that choker looked sexy. I looked up to her face and it nearly took my breath away. She had applied a little more eye shadow and mascara, making her soft blue orbs look wickedly exciting. But her mouth; I felt my dick start to swell and stiffen as I looked at her mouth, her full bee-stung lips a mesmerizing red gash on her face. The brilliant lipstick looked vividly inviting as it shone boldly against her soft white skin. Adorned in bright cherry-red, her soft pillowy lips looked even more seductively beguiling than normal. I shivered in blissful delight as I looked at a mouth just made for sucking cock, which was precisely what I had in mind for her.

She stood with her hands on her hips facing me straight on, letting me see the hypnotically sexy outfit in all its cock-hardening glory. I was breathing raggedly, my eyes feasting on the intoxicatingly wicked form as I looked her up and down repeatedly. I felt my surging member continue to stiffen and lengthen as I stared in awe at the dizzying display of feminine pulchritude standing before me.

“Do I look okay?” she asked timidly.

“Oh Mom, you look amazing,” I gasped out as I stood staring, my cock lifting rapidly towards full erection. “You look so incredibly sexy.”

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