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I was heading out to Wal Mart for some groceries one day at the end of March last year, when I saw my neighbor Sherri from across the road walking down her driveway to check her mailbox. She waved as I pulled to the end of my driveway.

“Hi, Sherri,” I called out through my open window. We were friendly, but not especially close. I’d often see her getting the mail, or when I’d be out in the yard and she’d be coming or going. She was in her mid 40’s with a son who was a senior in the local high school, and a daughter who was a sophomore there. Sometimes we’d meet when I was doing a lap around the neighborhood-about a mile-and she was walking her dog. It always seemed she was going the opposite direction. We chatted occasionally, but nothing serious. She gave a lot of attention to her son, who was a standout player on the baseball team. As with most athletics, it required a lot of parental involvement, though I rarely saw Doug, her husband, with their son. He had some kind of sales job, and travelled a lot, since he didn’t seem to be around much that I could see.

Sherri is attractive in a girl next door MILF kind of way, blonde curls cascading over her shoulders, nice tits, I guess about C cup, and shapely, full ass. I had occasionally thought of what a night with her would be like, but hadn’t figured out a way to approach her without it looking like what it was. Since she lived so close, it was a delicate situation, and I didn’t want to create any bad blood in the neighborhood.

“Hey!!” Sherri called out as I turned onto the street. I stopped as she walked toward me. “You’re not going to Wal Mart by any chance, are you??”

“I am, actually. Can I pick you up something??”

Sherri looked at me a moment. “Can I ride with you??”

Hmmm…this might be my opening. “Sure. Hop in.”

Sherri got in, explaining that her daughter needed some supplies for a project she was working on. “Everything’s an emergency,” she said apologetically. “She just called me from her friend’s house. They’re working together, but don’t have a way to the store. I’d go myself, but my car’s in the shop til Monday, and my son has his car.”

“Do we need to drop the stuff off there??”

“No, she can get it at home later. She has the things she needs, just doesn’t have the display board to paste it on. He can do that tonight at home.” Sherri looked at me a moment. “Crap, I don’t have my purse!! Is it too much trouble to go back??”

“Don’t worry about it. I can spot you the board. Just pay me back when you see me.”

Sherri looked relieved. “Thanks,” she said. “I’ll make it up to you.”

I reached over to the console, putting my hand on hers. “Not a problem. It’s only a display board. If you skip town tonight and I never see you again, I’m only out, what, $5??”

Sherri smiled. I thought I felt her fingers entwining with mine.

“So, how have you been?? For all the times I run into you, we rarely talk.”

“Good. The kids are all doing well, though I wish I could get my baseball star son to think ahead a little more. The college scouts are coming around, and if he could get a scholarship somewhere, it would be a real help. But he has baseball on the mind, and the season is getting into high gear.”

“Yeah, sports will take a lot of your attention. At least he’s doing something constructive.”

“True,” said Sherri, distantly.

“How’s Doug these days. I don’t see him much.” I had noticed that his pick up, which was in the driveway most nights, had not been there the last several weeks.

“Well, um,” Sherri looked out the window. “We’re not together.”

I pulled up to the stop sign at the end of our road where it goes into the state highway. I looked over at her. She tightened her grip on my fingers. “I’m sorry,” I said. “That’s never easy.”

Sherri looked at me and smiled. “I’m not!!” She got more serious. “Things hadn’t been going well for a few years. That’s why you saw me out walking the dog a lot.” I thought a moment. I had run into her a lot more in the past year or so.

I laughed at her reaction. “I get that. But still, you have a lot of time invested in each other, over 20 years.”

“Twenty three, married 19. It is a long time.” We rolled on toward Wal Mart, about 15 minutes away. Sherri leaned over, putting her head on my shoulder. I wasn’t quite sure what to make of this unusual move, but I let go of her hand, reached over and pulled her to me, kissing the top of her blonde head.

“Thanks for taking me. This is a big help.”

“We can drop this off to your daughter if you want. It might make her project move along a little quicker.”

“You don’t mind??”

“Nah. Can’t be that far, can it??”

“She’s just over the other side of town, but with traffic and all, it may take 20 minutes, and then still we have to get home.”

“It’s not a big deal. I wasn’t doing anything that important anyway. And I’m enjoying the unexpected company.”

Sherri smiled and looked up at me. “Thanks. You’re sweet.”

“I don’t know about that. I try to help people out.” Sherri let go of my hand, wrapping both arms around my right arm, hugging it. escort sınırsız She stayed there for a few moments before sitting up. For someone who was not really close to me til, well, ever, she was getting awfully cozy awfully fast. I didn’t mind it, really, but it was unexpected.

We ran off the fifteen or so minutes to Wal Mart, which gave Sherri and I a chance to get to know each other better, sharing the basics of our lives. I gave her the five minute version of my life story, and she gave me hers. She related how she and Doug had started out with a lot of hopes and dreams, and somehow had gone astray in the last five or six years. It was a common tale, told the world over. I pulled into a spot in the Wal Mart lot as we finished up her story, sitting a few minutes as we talked about life lessons and such.

Sherri was going a mile a minute, so I just sat and listened, taking in the expressions on her face, but mostly looking at how her blonde hair framed her face, and the brightness in her blue eyes. Finally she stopped, looking at me looking at her. “What?? I’m sorry, I’m rambling on way too long,” she said apologetically.

“No, not at all. I’m guessing you have not had too many places to let this out, and I’m happy to listen.”

Sherri smiled. “You’re sweet. Still sweet.”

“Maybe,” I said smiling at her, still taken by how pretty she was. I reached over, pushing a strand of hair away from her face. “But you are too. And beautiful.” Our eyes met, and we leaned toward each other, meeting in a short, sweet kiss. We pulled away, our eyes still fixed on each other. I took Sherri’s hands in mine. “Look, um, I’m retired and have quite a bit of free time. If you want to come over and vent, or just talk about anything, if my garage door is open, which it is most of the time in the warm weather, feel free to drop in.”

Sherri smiled at me, then leaned over to kiss me again, a quick kiss on the lips. “Thanks. I may do that.”

“I’ll look forward to it. Don’t be shy. I really mean it. Come over if you need, or just want some company.” I squeezed her hands and we got out, heading into the store. I didn’t need many items, and would have a quick pass through the grocery section. Sherri headed for stationery and art supplies, and thought she might pick up a few things she needed for the house, if I didn’t mind spotting her for them. I told her not to worry, and I’d meet her farther back in the store.

I worked through my list quickly, and was back in the dairy aisle when I saw Sherri coming toward me from office supplies. She was wearing sweat pants and a t-shirt; as she walked toward me, it was quite obvious she was braless under it, as her tits were bouncing enthusiastically as she approached. She dropped her things in my cart. “All set,” she said, catching her breath. After watching her quick approach, so was I.

“Good deal. I have two more things, and we’ll get out of here.” I picked up my last items, though I was now paying more attention to Sherri than the rest of my grocery list, watching her bounce as we walked the length of the store to get to the checkouts. I paid for our things, Sherri unintentionally making quite a show of herself as she moved around while bagging at the self checkout, and headed to the car. I loaded the bags in the back, Sherri taking the cart back, and trotting back from the cart corral. My heart leapt as I watched her tits shake under her shirt. She got in, caught her breath, and kissed me on the cheek.

“Thanks for doing this. It’s a real help. I’ll pay you back when we get home.”

“No hurry. It’s only about $12. I’ll never notice it. Any time that’s convenient is fine.”

Sherri smiled. “That’s sweet of you. Maybe I’ll stop by later.”

I smiled at her. “I’d like that. Now-how do we get to your daughter’s friend’s house??”

Sherri gave me directions, and we were off. We got to the friend’s house about 15 minutes later. She came out and got the supplies with a perfunctory ‘hi’ to me, and a short chat with her mom. That done, we headed back to our neighborhood. As I reached the stop sign at the end of the street, Sherri turned to me and said, “Thank you. I really appreciate the effort you’ve gone to for me today.”

“No problem at all,” I said. “Bringing this to her will make her get the project done quicker, and she’ll be able to do it with her friends, which adds to the teamwork aspect of it. She may even get a better grade, which is a plus. Besides, I get to spend a little more time with you.” I smiled at Sherri. I was discovering that I really enjoyed her company, now that I had a chance for more of it.

Sherri leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. As she did, she went to put her hand on the console to steady herself, but it slid off and landed squarely on the crotch of my pants. Ever since seeing her in the store, I had been replaying the sight of her bouncing tits as she walked toward me, which had left me with a steady hard on. The exchange with her daughter just then had relaxed it a bit, but I was still closer to full mast than furled.

Sherri’s hand lingered escorts a moment, then she realized what it was she felt. “Oh!!” she said, sounding surprised. “Have you been like that the whole time??”

I smiled back at her. She still hadn’t moved her hand. “Just since I saw you walking toward me at Wal Mart, and it became obvious that you’re not wearing anything under that t-shirt.” I reached over to give her right breast a squeeze, figuring if she had her hand on my cock, turnabout allowed me a feel, too. She felt soft, and I felt her nipple stiffen to my touch.

Sherri smiled again and looked at me. “That feels good. It’s been a while since someone touched me like that. I miss it.” She rubbed my cock through my jeans. “Why don’t we help each other out??” she said, going for my zipper. I turned the corner, thinking we should get off the block in case her daughter decided she needed something and maybe saw us still sitting at the stop sign. Sherri had me out in no time, and was starting to give me what was promising to be a masterful hand job.

A hand job is a fairly straightforward process: expose erect penis, stroke til it shoots streams of white goo. Yet, some women barely manage to do the basics, while others really have a touch for it. Sherri was one of the latter. Her hands were soft, and she was able to stroke me with just the right pressure-not too hard, enough to cause the tension needed to really stimulate, and she knew when to ease up to keep me from overheating too quickly. We took a slightly longer route back, one that would keep us out of the main part of town, allowing Sherri to work on me without fear of being observed by other drivers or random pedestrians.

Sherri spent most of the 15 minute trip home bent over the console, stroking me gently, getting me close to eruption, then backing off. A few times she had to sit up-those damn consoles aren’t too pleasant on a girl’s ‘girls’-which took the pressure off me while giving her some relief. The first time she sat up, I pulled up her t-shirt, revealing the loveliness I had suspected she was hiding all along, a pair of roughly 36C tits that were full and round, with pink nipples that stood out appealingly, surrounded by slightly lighter areolae. I enjoyed the way they swayed with the motion of the car. I reached over to play with the left one as we drove, making Sherri giggle.

“I don’t think I’ve had someone do that in a car since high school,” she admitted.

“Hubby not much for playing in the car??”

“No, not really. Said it was too distracting.”

“I can see his point. I mean, if I had those out in the open while I was driving, it might take my attention from the road, too. On the other hand, I don’t have a problem staying in lane, even with those out,” I said, giving her a look, and reaching past the left tit to give the right one some attention. Sherri aided my quest by pulling her t-shirt over her head and setting it in her lap. We were in a rural area, and didn’t need to worry about someone seeing us. I played with both tits, tweaking the nipples, which made Sherri squirm.

Sherri resumed her attention to my cock, which was standing tall through my zipper. “Why don’t we let that out a little more?? After all, I have my tits completely out.”

“Fair enough,” I said, lifting my ass off the seat. Sherri pulled them down so the waist was about mid thigh, giving her complete access to my cock and balls. She reached over, now cupping my balls in her right hand, her left slowly stroking me. I noticed the faint white band where her wedding rings had been. She held my balls as we drove, adding to the wonderful tension that was building as she continued to stroke. Every so often, she’d get me to the brink, then pull back as my cock throbbed in her hand, come oozing from the head. She’d hold still as it rolled off the crown of my dick and down her fingers. Once I relaxed, she’d resume her stroking, using the edged come as lube. Once, after edging me, she sat up. I took the come sliding down my shaft and rubbed it into her nipples, making her giggle and squirm.

It didn’t take long before we were close to home. We slowed long enough for Sherri to get her shirt back on, and me to get my jeans pulled up, though I did not zip or button them. We pulled into my driveway, behind the RV outside the two car garage, preventing a view from the side street. Sherri pulled up her shirt, revealing her tits, and went back to stroking me. I gave her tits a good feel, making sure to pay attention to the nipples so they stood out and stiffened. Sherri moaned softly as the electricity ran through them.

Sherri didn’t slow down from my attention, and I was soon on the brink. She sensed it too, her eyes were fixed on my swelling cockhead. “Come for me, baby. Let me see your fat cockhead shoot hot, sticky come all over my fingers.” She slowed her manipulation, ending with a long, slow, upward stroke. A short burst of come erupted from my dick, dropping onto her fingers, which were holding the underside of my shaft. The first big spurt went up in the air, landing on her wrist. She started to stroke, using the escort gecelik come from the short spurt to lube my shaft. Another long spurt shot up, also landing on her wrist. She stroked up so her index and middle fingers were over the head. Another pulse, then a thick spurt shot into her hand, forcing its way between her two fingers and down over her ring finger and pinky. She stroked down, her thumb covering the head of my dick, another shot of semen hitting it and spreading over the head and down the shaft, then one more big but less forceful wad that spread over the head and down onto Sherri’s hand. She stroked my now come covered cock as another three or four smaller shots of sperm spilled out, Sherri smearing them around the head with her thumb. As she stroked, noisily now that my come was smacking every time she ran her hand up and down my shaft, I felt her body shake, and she let out a whimper.

She looked up at me, her face having a look of a woman who has just come. I kissed her as she slowed her stroking, then stopped. She looked down at my cock. “Wow!!” I said softly. “That was the most awesome hand job I’ve ever had.”

Sherri smiled. “I think that’s the most awesome hand job I’ve ever given.” She pulled her hand off my cock, licking the sperm from her fingers. “I’ve always loved giving a good hand job, but doing that for you really got me off, and you playing with my tits really started me off pretty good. I don’t think I ever made a guy come that much. Watching and feeling you come, well,” she blushed and pushed her hair back, “made me come, too. That hasn’t happened in a long time.”

I kissed her. “I’m glad my reaction gave you such a thrill,” I said as she licked in between her fingers. “Your touch is magical. We’ll have to do this again.”

Sherri looked at me and smiled. “Yes, we will.” She looked around, pulling her shirt back down. She kissed me again. “I should get back to the house. My son will be back from baseball practice any time. “Thanks for everything today.”

I chuckled. “No, thank you!! Going to Wally World was never so much fun.” We kissed as she got out and went across the street. She picked up the mail, then walked up to her door. I watched her walk away from me, admiring her form, which looked good even in sweat pants, which almost no one looks good in. She blew me a kiss as she stood in the door. I blew one back, and she was gone.

Now that we were better acquainted, Sherri come over several days most weeks, mostly just to talk, though more often than not, there was some hand job time. It seemed Sherri liked to play with a hard cock, and got off watching me come. Sometimes we’d sit together on the sofa while she stroked me to orgasm, sometimes she’d sit while I stood in front of her, she jerking me til I came on her tits. I’d play with them while she played my cock, and often I could get her worked up enough that she’d have a powerful orgasm when I came on them, then rubbed my sperm into the soft skin and nipples.

One day not long after we started, I went to reach into her sweats while she was jerking me, but she held me off. “Not yet,” she said, kissing me. “I’m still a little unsettled by the divorce, I’m just not ready to let anyone have my pussy yet.” She kissed me again. “So sorry,” she said, apologetically.

“Don’t be,” I said, kissing her. “Take all the time you need. I know there are a lot of things going through your mind right now.” I wasn’t about to upset the apple cart when I had a good thing going.

“Thanks,” said Sherri, returning my kiss. “I was afraid you wouldn’t understand. Besides, this is still a lot of fun. I’ve always liked giving a hand job.”

“I can tell. You’re really good at it!!”

Sherri laughed. “When I was in high school, I’d go out on a date and jerk the guy off while we were driving to the movies or someplace. That was always the hottest, driving along with his cock out, knowing people could see us if they only looked over. Watching my date come while we were sitting at a light was intense. I got where I could hold him back til I wanted him to come. I became known as the hand job queen.”

“I can imagine!! Maybe we should go on more shopping trips,” I suggested. “I can tell you from the guy’s perspective, there’s nothing hotter than riding along while your girlfriend is giving you a hand job, or sucking you off.”

Sherri looked at me with an expression of lust. “Yeah,” she said, her eyes getting a distant look. “We should do that.” We started coordinating out shopping trips, which often turned into long drives in the farmland in our area. Sherri would wear jeans or sweats and a t-shirt or tank top with no bra most of the time; when we were away from town, she’d pull it off and ride topless, which I enjoyed. As the summer wore on and her tan deepened, the freckles on her tits became more obvious, which only increased her appeal. One cooler day she came over in a zip front sweatshirt. We got in the car and headed out. Once we were out of our development, she unzipped it down to her navel, revealing her braless tits. We had a good time in the store as she leaned down for items on lower shelves, giving me a glimpse of her full, swaying tits. It was a real tease, but Sherri paid off on the way home, edging me til I came in buckets just before we turned into our neighborhood. When I pulled into my driveway, she licked all the come she had just extracted from my pulsing cock off my belly.

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Author’s Note: Some of you may have already read this piece under NapalmHeat. However, due to some technical issues that I was unable to resolve, I have been unable to access that account to upload subsequent stories, so I am reposting Part 1 under this new handle and will add the sequel in a day or two. Thanks for the positive feedback for this story; I hope the rest of the series meets with your approval as well. Enjoy!

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I work in the career center at a small, private college. I spend my days teaching resume and cover letter writing, and helping students figure out what they want to do for the rest of their lives. It is a very rewarding job, which is good, as the pay is not. There are some great benefits, though. The big one, after great health insurance, is that I am assailed daily with the sights and smells of gorgeous co-eds.

Smart, 18-22 year old women are a delight. They are fun to talk with, they flirt even when they don’t mean to, and they need no particular reason to wear tight clothes, other than the fact that they have firm, young bodies. Even if it is 20 degrees outside, that just gives them the excuse to wear yoga pants instead of short shorts.

Being professional is obviously part of my job, as I’m supposed to be teaching students how to act in a professional manner so they can get a job. But sometimes these women make it so hard.

There’s one woman in particular, her name is Ainsley. She is stunning – 5’6″, brown hair cut just above the shoulders so you can see plenty of her luscious neck, with icy grey-green eyes. She’s got great legs and a round, firm ass, sculpted from years of horseback riding. She’s also got great tits; large, firm, and screaming to be grasped. I’ve always enjoyed working with her, not just looking at her. We hit it off immediately, both recognizing that sarcasm is the best way to communicate. Her sassy attitude, coupled with her southern drawl, makes her incredibly sexy. Of course, her constant, playful flirting with me doesn’t hurt either. I do my best to not encourage it, but I certainly take pleasure in it.

While I may always enjoy looking at her and the many other gorgeous women on campus, I never realistically imagine being with any of them. Fantasties? Oh yes, I’ve had many, but really being with them, nah…

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Today, like many others, I walk into our campus grill, for lunch, and I see Ainsley sitting by herself in a corner booth. As I would normally do for any student I work with regularly, I walk over to say hi. As I do, it is immediately apparent something is wrong; Ainsley has been crying, looks exhausted, and is staring blankly at her food.

“Ainsley?! What happened?! I ask, concerned.

“My boyfriend dumped me last night.”

Her normally mischievous and sexy eyes look hollow as she stares up at me.

I am honestly shocked; Ainsley had been seeing some guy from home as long as I’ve known her – I assumed they would marry someday. (Of course I was jealous as hell of him for fucking Ainsley).

“Oh my God Ainsley, I’m so sorry! What…why?” I really feel bad for her; lusting over a woman is one thing, but I’m not a heartless dick and don’t want to see her hurting like this.

“…I really don’t know why; he said something about it being about him and not me, but…that’s such a crock of shit. His own mother called later and said she had no idea what the hell was going on.”

I sit down across from her in the booth and just shake my head at her sympathetically. I reach out and lay my hand on top of hers saying, “I’m really sorry Ainsley and I can see how much you are hurting. If you need anything at all, even a chair to sit and cry in, my office is open.”

After looking me in the eyes for a few moments, I begin to see a spark of life return. Her eyes are like books, they are captivating and tell you everything in her mind and soul at once.

“Thanks, that helps a lot.” Ainsley whispers and actually manages a small smile, which must be incredibly hard at the moment. It makes me light up, and I think she knows it. I smile back, squeeze her hand for a second, and then head back to my office, leaving her with her thoughts.

I don’t see Ainsley at the grill at her usual time the next two days and I begin to worry, so once I return home after work, I send her a text:

Me: Been thinking about you and I am missin some sass! Seriously though, I hope you are doing better. My office is open anytime for you.

I receive an almost immediate response:

Ainsley: Thx, I’m missin giving you some sass! Can I stop by at 11 tomorrow?

I checked my calendar and was glad to see I was open then:

Me: Definitely; come on by!

Ainsley: c u then 🙂

As I turn in for bed, I lay here, struggling to sleep. I am feeling guilty as I keep seeing images of Ainsley in my mind and keep fantasizing about her. After a while, finally, sleep overtakes me.

Ainsley is sitting in my office escort bahçelievler and while she is talking in halting phrases about the break-up, I am failing hopelessly to not stare at her legs, covered only in short, tight gym shorts. She has a tank top on that is stretched around her ample globes.

Finally she is done talking, waiting for me to respond. I somehow, in my daze, manage to say something that must have come across as empathetic and reassuring, because suddenly I find that we are both standing and that she is hugging me tightly; thanking me for helping her. Her breasts press into me and they feel incredible. I hug her back tightly and then give her a chaste kiss on the cheek, to show that I care. In the next moment, she looks me in the eye and then her lips are pressed against mine.

I gasp for a moment, lock eyes with her, and then hungrily kiss her back. My hands slide up her back and I press into her as our tongues seek each other out.

Ainsley shifts her legs apart to steady herself and I move my right leg into the space between them. She moans as my knee pushes into her and sucks in her breath as my hands slide down behind the elastic band of her shorts, grabbing on to her ass; a soft shell with a firmness underneath…paradise.

Ainsley begins moving her body against my leg; humping my thigh, as our mouths fight each other. I can feel the heat from her pussy as she slides her silky shorts against me. I can hear gasps and urgent grunts as she tries to find release. I suddenly feel her vibrate; her body spasms as a small orgasm takes her. I’m shocked that it happened so quickly.

She pauses for a second and backs away a step as my hands reluctantly let go of her glorious ass cheeks. I suddenly get very concerned that she is going “wake up” and realize what we just did.

Instead, Ainsley looks at me, smirks with her typical sarcastic expression, and then drops to her knees, while grasping at the belt to my pants. I shudder in anticipation as she quickly loosens the buckle, undoes the button and pulls my pants and boxer briefs down all at once.

My achingly stiff rod springs out immediately to her obvious pleasure. Without using her hands, she leans in and uses her tongue to lick around the hole, swiping at the ample precum leaking out. I groan as she moves her head around to slide her tongue along my shaft, teasing me by only using a little pressure, her eyes telling me that she is doing this on purpose. I try to shift my body to put more pressure against her mouth and she meets each movement with one of her own, moving around each side of my dick, continuing her teasing licks.

Finally, when she knows I can’t stand it any longer, she moves in front of me, takes my dick in her hand and slides me into her mouth. It takes all I can to not cum immediately, I’m so pent up at the suddenness of it all. I gain control of myself as she commences a slow and ecstasy filled sucking, her tongue and lips clenching around my shaft.

I lay my hands on her head, guiding her a bit, trying not to force myself down her hot throat. She responds by reaching her hands around me to grasp my ass and begins to pick up the pace, fucking her own mouth with my member…

Almost without warning I come to, as my hand is furiously pulling on my dick and I begin to sit up from my prone position and yell as cum launches from the purple head, spewing over my sheets and my shirt. I continue stroking as a sizable load continues to release and then, out of sheer exhaustion, I fall back onto the bed, my head landing on my pillow as I gasp for air.

“Shit!” I say to myself, almost laughing at what had to be one of the most realistic and powerful masturbation experiences I’ve ever had. Almost as quickly I say “Fuck!! How am I supposed to look her in the eyes tomorrow after that?!” I get out of bed, go to the bathroom to clean myself off, and return to bed to fall into a fitful sleep.

The next morning I awake and begin to get ready as usual, momentarily forgetting about my considerably wet dream, until I look at my phone to check my calendar and remember I am seeing Ainsley in a few hours. I can feel butterflies in my stomach and I begin to hope that I can be my usual self; I don’t want to lose my job for saying or doing something stupid.

I arrive to the office and get into my normal swing; I see two students, helping them both with resumes for internship applications and return a bunch of emails, when my intercom buzzes to inform me that Ainsley is here. I let my secretary know I’ll be out in a minute and then I grab a pocket mirror I keep in my drawer, check my hair, push a few strands into place and then go out to greet her.

Walking down the hallway, I can immediately see that Ainsley looks 100% better than she did a couple of days before. Really, she looks fantastic; she’s wearing a magenta blouse that fits snugly around her breasts istanbul bayan escort and a flirty navy skirt that sits four inches above her knees, showing plenty of thigh. I blink hard for a moment as she catches my eye; I see her look down and smile to herself, and I know in that instant she caught me checking her out.

I quickly compose myself and greet her. “Hey Ainsley; it’s great to see you!”

“You too, thanks for fitting me in on short notice.”

“My pleasure as always, c’mon back.”

I lead the way down the hall and then stop to let her by me so she can enter my office first; I quickly scan down her backside, admiring her ass and her shapely legs. I shake my head for a moment, trying to pull myself out of the gutter so I can focus on helping a student in need. We both sit down and I look at her for a moment.

“It’s good to see you, how are you doing?” I ask her.

“I’m much better, thanks for checking in on me last night. I went home later on the day you saw me down the hall at the grill, and didn’t come back until yesterday evening. I spent most of the first day crying my eyes out and then talked it all out with my Mom and sister. I came to the realization that things had not been going well between him and I; he was drifting away for awhile and I never saw it. It still hurts a lot and it will take some time before I’m whole again, but it is probably for the best.”

I nod thoughtfully at what she’s said and respond, “I’m really glad you are handling this so well. I must say you look a thousand percent better today.”

“Thanks. I wanted to dress nicely after pretty much living in my gym clothes for three straight days.”

Before I realize what I am doing, I look her up and down and say, “I don’t know what he’s thinking giving you up.”

She immediately blushes, smiles and looks down.

“I mean, not that I’m checking you out or anything…” I stammer immediately after. “Shit. I mean, damn, I mean…ah heck. I’m sorry. I don’t know what I was thinking saying that to you; you’re my student and are going through a breakup. I’m really not hitting on you or anything!” I am completely mortified at what I’ve said and I can feel the shock and fear on my face as I hope to God she isn’t going to slap me, run out of the office, and immediately file a harassment claim.

Instead, after a moment, she looks up with those mischievous icy eyes and says in her patented southern sass, “So you think he’s giving up something good, huh?!” She looks down at herself, leans forward a bit toward me, and a husky voice that sends heat to my nether regions, says, “You have no idea how good.”

I obviously can’t see my own expression, but I can easily hear the thunk as my jaw drops to the floor. After a stunned moment, I lean back in my chair and try to stammer out something I hope sounds composed and at least portends to professional. “uh…Ainsley, I think…I uh…uh…” I fail miserably at composed and professional.

Ainsley bails me out by smiling, standing up, smoothing out her skirt and reaching to the floor to grab her bag. I horrify myself by staring down her blouse and seeing the tops of her perfect breasts, sheathed in a lacy white bra. I’m pretty sure she intended for me to have a show, but I quickly look away and stand up, belatedly realizing I’m hard.

“Ainsley?!” I manage to say clearly.

She turns to me, places her hand on my chest and leans in to give me a soft but long kiss on my cheek. After doing so she turns on her southern charm to high setting, looks me in the eyes, hers are sparkling, and in a completely composed way says, “Thank you Matthew. You really are sweet and I know you didn’t mean any harm. I appreciate you looking out for me and I look forward to seeing you again.” With that, Ainsley walks toward the door, then she looks back toward me and down to my erection, gives me a quick wink, and then walks off.

I’m not sure how long I remain standing there, but I cannot form a complete thought, especially as I continue to breath in her fragrance, which I know is going to linger the rest of the day. I eventually find my way back into my chair and stare at the screen of my computer, pretending to be able to comprehend the backlog of emails before me.

“What the fuck was that?!” I ask myself. I have no explanation for the stupidity I showed nor for her response, which, each time I hear it in my mind, causes my penis to pulse. “You have no idea how good.” I hear it over and over again.

My phone rings and it causes me to lurch and snap me out of whatever mental state Ainsley has put me in. I take the call, and manage to sound composed and competent while answering a question about a student’s grad school application. After the call I am ready to return to work, though Ainsley’s scent is always keeping the experience in the background.

After and hour of relatively focused work, my stomach starts to grumble and I think about escort halkalı getting lunch. I ran late in the morning, par for the course, and so didn’t make lunch. My usual substitute is to go down the hall to the grill; it’s a great way to chat up students and remind them to get back to me on their resume or application or to congratulate them on getting that great internship or job offer.

Today, though, I know I can’t go there. I can just see Ainsley sitting there with her friends, looking up and giving me her normal sarcastic grin, pretending that nothing had ever happened. Her self-assuredness is an attractive quality, but today it would give me a heart attack. Instead, I leave campus, grab a sub, and return to my office to eat, but of course, I get back only to inhale Ainsley’s perfume again…

When I walk through the door of my apartment, after somehow managing to be productive the remainder of the day, I rush to the bathroom, yank off my pants and jerk off in what feels like seconds. I don’t need anything else but the seared into my brain image of Ainsley’s breasts and her fine ass, and the smell of her perfume to cum copiously…

I am able to be my normal self on Friday, though I feel brief disappointment when I can no longer smell Ainsley in my office as I walk in. I consciously avoid the grill for lunch, resigning myself to a ham sandwich at my desk. I’m just not ready to look her in the eyes yet.

My Friday and the weekend passes quickly, filled with my normal Saturday indoor soccer game and watching football at the tap house on Sunday. I do not mention my experience with Ainsley to the guys, knowing the shitstorm it will raise. They already heckle me mercilessly about being single and for not scoring with a hot, firm co-Ed.

I guess, at this point, you don’t know very much about me. I’m 32, divorced after a failed marriage of four years. Fortunately we did not have kids, which made our parting easier. I’m a pretty normal guy, 5’10, brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m pretty fit, soccer helps with that as does working out semi-regularly at the campus fitness center. Having the opportunity to look at 18-22 year old asses tucked into tight shorts or yoga pants is good motivation to go to the gym often.

I guess I’m handsome; at least that’s what my female friends say. They’ve set me up with a few women, and while those led to a couple of months of steady dating and pretty good sex, nothing really came of them. At this point I’m not really feeling the need to be in a relationship and am enjoying the solitude for now. I’ve actually used some of this time to explore doctoral programs and will use some of my employment benefits to start classes at the research university across town next semester. Really, I’m a pretty content guy and I’m not looking for any complications.

Ainsley is starting to make this difficult.

Monday starts off like any other Monday; I’m running late for work so I don’t get my lunch made. I’m dragging for no particular reason other than it being a Monday. When I finally get to work, I’m able to settle in quickly. The morning is busy with requests to look at graduate school personal statements; a very enjoyable part of my work as it allows me to get to know students at a deeper level. I’m in the groove and the events of the previous week have disappeared from my consciousness.

Just like Pavlov’s Dog, once 1pm hits, a bell in my mind rings and my stomach starts screaming for nourishment. I head down to the grill and scan the room for familiar faces. I smile at couple of colleagues and then wander over to a couple of students who I will be meeting with later in the week. I remind them to send me their drafts a day or two early and they both thank me for the reminder. I realize that while I was doing my casual look over, I was also seeking for a glimpse of Ainsley, but I don’t see her or her close friends anywhere. “Oh well.” I say to myself. Even though I don’t know how I’d react to seeing her, not seeing her seems worse.

I make my way back to the office with my lunch and stop at the front desk to chat with our secretary, June. I mention a couple of things I will need and ask her to set up a meeting with a couple of other offices. She takes down my requests and just as I turn away to head to my office, I am hip-checked on my blind side and stumble a few steps, almost spilling my chicken fingers and fries all over the place. “What the…!”

June joins Ainsley in rip roaring laughter as I turn back; my face beet red from embarrassment. Laughing in spite of myself, I say, “Ok Ainsley. You got me.”

Ainsley, still laughing and with a twinkle in her eye, responds, “Of course I got you; I’m really good, you know.”

Shock rips through me because I know exactly what she is doing to me with those words. I somehow manage to not spill my lunch again and with no conscious preparation manage to glance up and down at her tight jeans and tank top and respond, “I’m beginning to get a clear picture in my mind.”

That response stops her; she wasn’t expecting the comeback. Fortunately June was oblivious to the double entendre in my words, but they weren’t lost on Ainsley. I wink at her and begin to make my way back to my office. I pause for a moment and turn back to ask her what she had come in for.

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Chapter 1 – Patty

Note: I’m posting some of the journal entries from my college years. In case you were wondering the stories are mostly true. Cheers!

*

I had taken a few years off from college after my freshman year to bum around Europe and South America. By the time I returned to school most of my friends were nearly ready to graduate or had already moved on with their lives. I moved in with two friends from high school, Steve and Pete who were in their last year of school. Both had steady girlfriends so they weren’t much interested in going uptown and picking up babes. Steve’s girlfriend, Pat, lived with three other girls and she offered to set me up. I would have much rather gotten into her panties as she was hot. She was about five feet, six inches with medium length blond hair a nice round ass and medium sized tits. If Steve hadn’t have found her first I would have been all over her.

The first roommate they set me up with was Karen. She was tall and skinny with short dark hair. She was a nice enough girl but was apparently saving her virginity for her 2nd or 3rd year of marriage. In short we weren’t looking for the same things.

Kathleen was next. She was short and fat but very pleasant. If she’d been interested in spreading her legs on the first date we might have had some laughs. I wasn’t interested in investing the time to see if she fucked; I was looking for a babe who would put out on the first date.

The third roommate they set me up with was Patty. She was an inch or two shorter than Karen and a bit more svelt than Kathleen. She wasn’t in the least bit pretty but she had what looked to be a great set of tits, which met my number one criteria. I didn’t much care what a girl looked like as long as she had big tits and was easy. Steve told me she had a boyfriend back home but had told Pat she really wanted to go out with me. I took that as an encouraging sign.

We had a date on Friday. Pete was gone for the weekend to visit his girlfriend, Kathy, and Steve was staying at Pat’s apartment so I invited Patty over to our place for drinks. I rode over to the girl’s apartment with Steve. We hung out there and drank a bottle of wine. Patty was a great girl. I’d rather have been going home with Pat but, at that point, I was happy to get a chance to score with just about any chick. When we finished the wine Patty said she was ready to go.

She grabbed a small overnight bag and we were out of there. “I hope you don’t mind,” she explained on the walk back to my place, “but Pat and I share a room. When Steve stays over I end up on the couch and I’d much rather sleep in a bed.”

“No problem, ” I told her, “I think we have a spare bed.”

“Perhaps if you get me drunk enough,” she said, holding on to my arm, “you might be able to talk me into your bed. Who knows, this might work out well for everyone.”

This date certainly was getting off to a great start. We made it to my place and I asked her what she wanted to drink. “Are you trying to get me drunk?” she asked.

“You bet your ass I am,” I laughed.

“Then I’ll have a vodka on the rocks,” she said with a wink.

I grabbed two large glasses, added a few ice cubes and started pouring the vodka. “Say when,” I said. She waited until the glass was full before she looked at me and said, “When.”

Between the two glasses I had poured nearly half a fifth of vodka. “Cheers,” she said, raising her glass and drank most of it. She sat the glass on the counter, reached down and pulled off her shirt. She grinned and said, “I think I’m drunk enough. Why escort esenler don’t we find your room and we can play show and tell.”

I led her on back and stood with my mouth agape as she reached behind her back, unsnapped her bra, and let it slide to the floor. I could barely believe this was happening. Patty had the biggest set of tits I had ever seen up close and personal. Well, to confess, you could count on one hand the number of naked girl’s tits I had seen in person. They jutted out from her chest and gently sagged from their sheer weight. “Those, madam,” I told her, “are the most beautiful set of tits I have ever seen.”

“Thanks but it’s your turn,” she slurred, “I better sit down.”

She fell into the bed and sat watching eagerly as I fumbled with my pants. I was pretty drunk myself so it took me awhile to lose my drawers. When I did finally drop them to the floor I heard Patty catch her breath. “Oh my,” she whispered, “you’re fucking huge.” I hadn’t been naked in front of too many girls so I had to take her word for it. I knew my cock was big but I hadn’t spent a lot of time thinking about it. She reached out and gently stroked me as if worried it might be a mirage. “How big are you?” she asked.

“I’ve never thought about it,” I replied.

She got up and started rummaging through my desk. “Do you have a ruler in here?” she asked. She actually found one and came over and held it up to my dick. “Holy shit!” she exclaimed, “ten inches. That’s at least 3″ longer than I’ve ever had. What are you doing for the rest of your life?”

“Fucking you if I’m lucky,” I smiled.

“Oh we’re both going to be lucky,” she grinned. She pushed me over on the bed and crawled on top of me. She stopped at my cock and started licking my shaft like a giant lollipop. I hadn’t been laid in over a year and I knew it would only take about 30 seconds of her doing that and I’d be cuming all over. I didn’t want her to know what a geek I was; I was hoping to be able to fuck her again sometime. I did the only thing I could think of. I grabbed her and rolled her chubby ass over saying, “Ladies first.”

“Ooh,” she purred as she spread her legs, “a gentleman.”

Not really. I didn’t want to cum the instant her lips touched my cock and show her what a rookie I was. I wanted her to think I knew how to use my 10″ cock so perhaps she’d want to fuck again sometime. So I found myself licking her huge, flabby tits for a few moments before running my tongue down towards the main attraction. She had a brown bushy pussy which already was moist with anticipation. This was the first pussy I had ever licked so I took my time. I licked down one inner thigh and back up the other. I found the pungent odor tantalizing.

“You’re making me so fucking hot,” Patty moaned, “I love a man who knows his way around a pussy.”

I decided to run with it, saying, “I like to take my time and make sure I do a thorough job.”

“I like,” she purred, grabbing the back of my head and pulling me into her pussy. I found her luscious lips and licked off the droplets of cum that had formed. Patty was the first girl I had ever tasted and I found her delicious. I drove my tongue deep inside her and flicked it back and forth. Patty thrust her pussy against my face and whimpered as she came. It was something between a moan and a cry and it was cute the way each spasm forced a cry from her lips.

I lay between her legs and lazily licked the drops of cum from her slit as she lay on the bed panting. “That was wonderful,” she moaned, running bayan escort istanbul her hands through my hair.

“I can keep going if you like,” I replied.

“Oh my,” she sighed, “that would be like a dream come true. Most guys don’t like to spend much time down there.”

“Most guys are dweebs then,” I grinned, “I love making you come. And, quite frankly, you taste delicious.”

She moaned her appreciation as my lips discovered her clit. I squeezed it and pulled at it with my lips. As I stroked it with the tip of my tongue Patty went nuts. I thought she had had herself a good orgasm the first time but this time her screams were louder, her body shivered more violently, and it seemed to go on for ever. Not only that but she started trying to scoot away from me on the bed. I grabbed her around the hips and pulled her back to my lips. I sucked her clit and pussy until she finally stopped squirming around on the bed.

I finished licking all the cum I could as she caught her breath. “No more!” she finally moaned, “fill me with cock, baby.”

I slowly worked my way up her body, stopping to sample her ample tits while the tip of my cock played tag with her clit. She reached down, grabbed my cock, and gently rubbed it against her clit, nearly giving herself another orgasm before she slipped the tip between her pussy lips.

“Take it nice and slow, hon,” she sighed, “we’re going to fuck many, many times but we only get to fuck for the first time once.”

I was thrilled that she thought I was worthy of fucking again but she did have a very good point. I slowed to a snail’s pace and savored the feeling of every millimeter of my cock slipping into her slippery wet pussy. The two or three times I had fucked before it had been over almost before it started. I was looking forward to learning from more from Patty but right then my cock was nearly half way into Patty’s pussy and it was feeling darn good.

“Oh fuck baby that’s good,” Patty sighed.

“You took the words right out of my mouth,” I replied.

We both looked down and saw just over half my cock was buried inside her hot pussy. “That’s just about as much cock as I’ve ever had inside me,” she grinned. We stopped and listened to our hearts pounding for several moments before she added, “OK, baby, slip me another inch.” I leaned forward and slid my tongue into her mouth while sliding another inch of cock into her throbbing pussy. I still had another 2 or 3 inches to go but I started slowly fucking her with the 7 or 8 inches she already had.

She started breathing heavier and moaning a little bit around my tongue that was still in her mouth. I removed my tongue and she started to cum again, muttering, “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” over and over. Just as it seemed as if her orgasm was peaking and her body tensed all up I rammed my cock all the way home and ground my hips into hers. The fucking bitch screamed so loud she nearly broke my eardrum. I did the only thing I could think of doing; I started ramming my cock in and out of her pussy with every inch of my fiber. The porky slut dug her fingernails into my back deep enough to draw blood as her body went wild. Her hips were thrusting up to meet my cock while the rest of her body shook like Jell-O. I latched my teeth onto a nipple and hung on for the ride. After 10 or 15 minutes of earth shattering fucking I started shooting load after load of cum deep into her red hot pussy.

After what seemed like an eternity we both stopped cuming. I rolled off of her chubby body and lay beside her panting as cum escort merter dripped from her pussy. “How was that for you?” I asked.

“I don’t know for sure,” she smiled, “I zoned out there for awhile. I think we may have to try that a few hundred more times until we get it right.” I laughed. “How about right now?” she added, crawling down to where my cum covered cock was slowly shrinking. After licking off the cum she took me into her mouth and started sucking me back to life. I was still horny as fuck so it didn’t take her long to suck my cock back to full strength. She removed my cock from her mouth and rolled over on her hands and knees. “Fuck me doggie, baby,” she sighed.

I had never fucked a girl doggie before but it wasn’t hard to figure out what she had in mind. I crawled up behind her and slipped my cock between her legs. Patty reached back and guided my cock back into her sloppy, wet pussy. Her cunt was wet and warm and my cock easily slid back in. I grabbed her by the hips and started slapping my cock in and out of her pussy. Patty responded instantly by shoving her ass back to meet my every thrust. This was a good way to fuck. The slapping sound my hips made crashing into her chubby ass was intoxicating and I loved the way her ponderous tits flew back and forth in sync with our bodies crashing together.

I reached around and held out my hands so that her rock hard nipples grazed my palms each time her tits swung to or fro. Patty was grunting like a perverted tennis player shouting, “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck,” each time my cock slammed into her pussy. As my hands slowly tightened around her luscious tits her shouts grew louder and higher pitched. It was only after 15 or 20 minutes of good, ass-pounding fucking that her entire body began to shake in yet another orgasm. I hung onto her tits, pinching her nipples between my fingers and continued slamming my cock deep into her pussy until her body slowed to a slow quiver and her screams trailed off. I discovered I rather enjoyed making a girl have an orgasm. It was fun to watch Patty’s body contort, listed to her screams, and feel her pussy tighten around the shaft of my cock. I resolved then and there that I would dedicate my college years to giving as many girls orgasms as I possibly could. We were slowly fucking back and forth with long, slow, deep strokes as I gave Patty a chance to regain her composure. I discovered that if I leaned down around her back and pulled a tit over I could get a nipple between my teeth to lick, suck, and bite. Patty seemed to appreciate the attention as I went from side to side giving each tit equal attention. It wasn’t long before she was thrusting her ass back against my dick again and moaning louder and louder.

I dropped her tit from my mouth, grabber her hips and started slamming my cock into her pussy with great force. Patty was ready to go again, shouting, “That’s right, baby, fuck my ass off. Fuck yes. Fuck. Fuck…” We got back into a hard, fast rhythm as we fucked with even greater fervor than before. I had never experienced a fuck as good as Patty and I knew she was going to be able to show me a lot in the weeks, months, and years ahead but right then I was getting ready to show her hot, fucking pussy another load of hot, sticky cum. At the height of her orgasm I slammed my cock as deep as it would go and held on to her hips as I squirted shot after shot of cum against the back of her pussy. About half way through my ejaculation, I started ramming my cock in and out, stuffing my cum yet deeper insider her. This time when we finished cuming we lay side by side on the bed panting.

“That was simply amazing,” I managed to gasp between breaths.

Patty reached down and gently stroked my shrinking cock and replied, “I think we’re going to be great friends. If I drop off to sleep be sure and wake me later with your cock in my pussy.” With that she drifted off to sleep.

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“Come over if you want to have a talk… I’ll be home,” she said over the phone.

“OK, I’ll drop by tonight after dinner.”

“Great, I’ll be alone. I’ll be waiting for you.”

The afternoon went by without major news. I stayed at home processing surveys and dinned with my parents. After dinner I told them I had to see someone and that I would be taking the car with me.

“Wrap up yourself my love,” Mum said. I guess she’ll repeat that till I’m 50…

“Yes Mum, don’t worry,” I answered. “I’ll be inside a house so I won’t be cold at all.”

I went to the garage and took out the car heading north. I had always had good vibes with Pierina. She had dated a friend of mine for 12 years and we had double dated several times and got along nicely. She used to study with two other friends of mine, one of which I was dating at the time. I frequently saw her at one of their houses when they were studying.

Pierina had the sweetest way of looking at you. Under her blonde shoulder length hair and her light blue eyes there was a woman who claimed for protection radiating an extreme sensuality at the same time. Her lips were fleshy and she had an exuberant body. She tried to disguise her big tits during the week but she let them stand out on evening outings. The buttons of her shirts always looked like they were going to be violently expelled due to the pressure they were submitted to. Good hips and although she wasn´t tall, nicely shaped legs completed the panorama. The only thing I didn’t like was her toes. I used to tease her on that. Her toes were big.

“We could never date, us two,” I used to tell her. She knew of how observant I was of feet. “I could never date a girl with such big toes!”

“You bastard!” she used to answer. And we would laugh on it.

Sometimes we had talked about our respective love relationships. Mainly of hers. Her boyfriend was very harsh when transmitting sentiments. Totally justified for someone who had been abandoned by his father at an early age. He left one day and never communicated with my friend again. A life without a father I guess is less harsh than a life with one that doesn’t love you. When she saw that her boyfriend was depressed she used to ask me to be by his side. She knew that our humor was very much alike. We used to laugh at the same things. We liked the same movies the same music. And she knew I could distend him. Their relationship had ended a few years ago and she was on her own nowadays.

I arrived at Pierina’s house after dinner. She lived with her sister on a first floor flat. She came down the stairs and opened the front door. Gosh! She was as beautiful as ever. She wore a tight white shirt and a pair of jeans that clearly highlighted the curves of her body.

She put her hands on my chest and gave a sweet kiss on my cheek. We went up the stairs and I sat on the living room couch while Pierina got me a drink.

“How are you feeling?” she asked. She came nearer and sat at the other end of the couch.

“More or less, there are moments when I’m OK and there are others when I have no idea of what has happened. All this caught me totally unprepared. I didn’t see it coming. I thought my relation with Cristina was on good grounds again. It is obvious that I was wrong. I don’t know what the hell I was watching. Anything except reality, for sure. Cristina never recovered of the problem we had. I don´t know what she was told cause I never slept with anybody else whilst I was with her. It was just a very light interchange. Cristina was not paying much attention to me at all those days. She was very concentrated in her studies and we seldom went out at all. It took a lot of convincing just escort bahçelievler to take her out for a drink. I guess it was that.” Suddenly I realized I was talking non-stop so I kept silence.

“Could be,” she answered but didn’t add anything else. Pierina was never going to reveal what Cristina thought. Even if there was another reason for our separation, a third party for example. If she had ever talked with Cristina about our relation it was within the trust they had in each other, so she wasn’t going to disclose anything at all. “But what matters today and now is how you are feeling. Let me get you a refill.”

She got up and walked towards the kitchen. What a sensual woman, I thought. She came back and sat again. But this time she didn’t sit at the end of the couch but besides me. She took my hand and looked into my eyes. “I like it when we talk. We’ve always had a good vibe, you and me, don’t we?”

“Yes, its true and you don’t know how good it is to be able to relax and let myself go for a moment. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so stupid. I always did what I wanted, and always felt assured but this Cristina stuff has made me a little unstable and today it’s like if I needed someone to tell me what to do every minute. I’m totally defenseless. This is not who I am.”

“Look, we are alone here so there’s no image at all you have to project. You just need to calm down.”

“You are the one study for doctor so I’m in your hands.” And that? Where did that come out from? I asked myself. Had it been my subconscious always attracted to Pierina? I was already projecting events…

“OK, then you’ll do exactly what I say, cause what you need is not precisely a doctor prescription but something else.” She let my hand loose, got up and went round the back of the couch and stood just behind me. “Just lean back and close your eyes. Loosen up.”

I did what I was told, closed my eyes and tried to relax. If there was someone I could trust, that was Pierina, I was sure she was only thinking of what was good for me. She then started to softly massage my neck. “That’s it, just like that, loosen up,” she said in a very sweet whisper. The silence of the night helped to create a peaceful atmosphere. “Tonight you are here and everything is fine.”

What a fantastic friend was. She was doing her best so that I would forget my sorrow. A good old friend. She applied light pressure with her fingers on my neck, starting to unleash the accumulated tension there. “You are still a great guy and there are a thousand of girls out there who’ll want to be with you. You are very handsome and super likeable. It has always been women talk.”

“Does women talk include you?”

“Certainly, I’ve also talked about you. We’ve been part of the same group of friends for how many years? Ten? We women talk about our boyfriends. I guess it’s different with you guys…”

“Certainly, we don´t share our romances and private lives. Maybe when there’s a crisis, but not on daily basis.” I kept my eyes closed while I enjoyed the massage. Why things had to be complicated when they could be so simple, like this moment with Pierina for example?

“But we do. We share experiences and likings”

“Likings?”

“Yes, likings. Who we like and why.”

“And who do you like?” Would she answer that?

“Not many. Actually, it’s only you. I’ve always liked you…”

And I had doubts whether she was going to answer… “Well, I can tell you’ve always deceived me. I never realized that.”

She stopped massaging for a second. “Well, I was dating at the time… But several times I saw you looking at istanbul bayan escort me in a weird way.” Then she started again.

“Weird way? Only me? You must have seen hundreds of guys looking at you in the same way. And I wasn´t looking weirdly, I was ad-mi-ring you. You have a very sensual body and you are extremely sexy. How could I avoid looking at you? I can’t understand why you are alone nowadays.”

“I was too many years dating the same guy. I was never alone. Only now I am learning to enjoy it. There’s no hurry, someone will appear in due time.”

“Yeah, that’s it, and when you want to, you’ll have whoever you want.” Who could resist Pierina, I thought.

“Thanks, you are divine, if there is someone that knows how to make a woman feel good, that’s you. You always make me feel wonderful.” She suddenly inclined herself towards me and gave me a kiss on my cheek. As she did so, her tits pressed my back for a second. I couldn’t think of anything else than recline myself backwards and put my head on the couch’s back. She was still standing there behind me and she began caressing my shoulders. I knew that if I opened my eyes I was going to face her breasts just on top of me. Although there was some sexual tension I didn’t dare to open them. I preferred to keep dreaming. The negative thoughts I had arrived with had been replaced by images of Pierina, although I had her right there and could see her by opening my eyes. Shit, the machinery down there had awakened and I had started an erection. There was no way Pierina couldn’t notice. “And you are very sexy as well,” she added.

All of a sudden she let go of me. That’s it, I thought, that’s the end of all this, everything got heated too much and she has to escape. Most surely she’s noticed my erection and decided we had exceeded our mutual flattery. But as I opened my eyes I saw that Pierina was rounding the couch and was coming towards me. I still had my head leaning on the couch whilst I stared at her in ecstasy. During her massages, the first button of her shirt could not resist any longer and had loosened itself revealing her cleavage. My eyes could not look elsewhere. I was behaving like a child that sees tits for the first time. And it wasn’t the first time I had seen Pierina’s tits either. We had shared some days on a beach resort some years ago and we had all enjoyed the view of her fantastic body. But tonight I wasn’t going to take my eyes away from there.

“You like what you see?” she asked while she straightened her back making her tits stand out even more.

“A lot”, I answered briefly whilst I sighed.

“Do you remember the played we acted in some years ago? Since that play there is something I have always wanted to do and today is the day”, she muttered. She slowly got closer, leaned on the couch besides me, took my face between her hands and gave me the sweetest and prolonged kiss I had had in a long time. I didn’t dare to open my mouth. I just closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her lips over mine.

I couldn’t believe what was going on. I couldn’t have ever imagined this was going to happen tonight. It’s true that we had exchanged glances sometimes. And I perfectly remembered the play she mentioned. I was playing a couple of twins and Pierina was playing the part of the girlfriend of one of them. At some moment of the play, one of the twins, pretending to be the other, kisses his brothers girlfriend. It was a tense kiss, acted, with a lot of make-up and perspiration under the strong stage lights. I never took it as anything important although I knew I had become an idol for many of my friends at the time.

She moved her head aside and escort halkalı looked into my eyes. “Wow, I was dying to kiss you… Without lights or audience…,” she laughed. She was still kneeling beside me and that inefficient button was driving me crazy. We couldn’t stop here. I was too excited already and it was totally obvious.

I sat up and it was me this time who took her head in my hands. I stared at her for a few seconds without knowing for sure whether to go on or not. “Let’s try this”, I said and I slowly got closer stopping only a couple of centimeters short of her mouth. That was the last chance for regret and I had to hand her that opportunity. “From here on there’s no step back…” I said trying to leave the phrase hanging in the air. But she never took her eyes of my lips. I slowly covered the last breach and I gently kissed her with my mouth semi-open. She immediately responded opening hers and putting her arms round my neck. It was a very heartfelt, sensual kiss, like if we were thanking each other for having always been near.

“I can´t believe you are in my arms…,” I said with a sultry voice. She kissed me again but passionately this time. She now opened her mouth without fear and our tongs met for the first time. She then stood up and she sat on my lap, putting her legs an each side of my body. We kissed again and I could feel her breasts pressing against my chest. When we stopped I told her “Let me place myself in a better position. You are killing me down there.” She was crushing my dick so I straightened it upwards so it wouldn’t hurt, but knowing that she could still feel my erection in full. I kissed her firmly sliding my arms under her armpits so I could caress her back.

Our kisses were now more intense and prolonged. Friendship had let go and lust had come in. Every now and again she let go soft moans that drove me crazy. Our excitement was reaching a dangerous peak. We were both very excited and the next steps were going to be inevitable if we kept kissing in this manner.

She realized we were near the precipice as well. “Wait, wait, let’s stop here,” she said. “Let’s stop here tonight. My sister can come in at any moment now and I’ll die if she catches us in this state… Let’s stop now. Besides it’s Wednesday and I have to get up very early tomorrow and if I have a late night I´ll be in a dreadful state the whole day”.

“Yes, yes, you are right. If I keep kissing you like this another minute I’m going to fall out of control. I wouldn’t be able to hold back any longer,” I answered trying to bring the revs down. We both laughed. I needed some time to think what had happened here. “I’d better leave now… Listen, I’m looking after a house nearby for the weekend so I’ll be sleeping there as of Friday. Could you come there on Friday?”

She looked into my eyes for a few seconds. An eternity for me… Then said “Ok. If I don’t call you before, I’ll see you there Friday evening.”

Great, I thought. I stood up. I couldn’t believe the erection I had. It was so obvious that I felt a bit embarrassed. Pierina didn’t trouble herself at all. I took a piece of paper and jotted the address down for her. She took my arm and accompanied me downstairs, gave me another of those sweet and unforgettable kisses and I walked to my car trying to process what had happened during the last hour.

I couldn’t believe that one of my ex- girlfriends’ best friends was upsetting me like this. She had stopped dating a couple of years ago but I had only stopped seeing Cristina only a few months ago. But what had happened with Pierina tonight was something neither of us could dominate nor restrain from happening. It was clear as water that we had always felt attracted to each other and that it had remained in a dormant state. At least, the intensity of our kisses and her insinuations expressed so. And that button… I started to dream with unbuttoning her shirt one by one and to have those beautiful breasts to my entire and absolute willingness… But it was still only Wednesday…

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This story is part fact, and part fiction. I won’t tell you what is what, you’ll have to guess on your own…Sorry, I guess it’s a little long, but I hope you enjoy it.

*****

I was a highly under-sexed, but extremely horny high school student starting my senior year. This was back in the big-hair days of the ’80s. I still think some of the best porn came from those days. Beating the cum out of my cock watching a young Ginger Lynn, Nina Hartley, Taija Rae, Barbara Dare (a secret crush of mine back on the day) Christy Canyon, Tori Welles, Racquel Darrian, Hyapatia Lee, Raven…sorry, my mind’s running wild now thinking back to my bevy of fantasy babes.

Many a long (or sometimes short) masturbation session came from them. Who knows how much cum got balled up in tissue or toilet paper and then thrown in the trash back then (even now)! I probably could’ve filled one of those large oil tanks you see in docks or port terminals (ha ha!).

Also, many a masturbatory fantasy came from some of the teachers in my school. Not a lot of the teachers, but some; because even then, there was something sexually intoxicating about an older woman. Hell, all the teachers were older than me, but even the prettier middle-aged ones got me going. I had a science teacher in who made me cum at night while I fantasized picturing her going down on me, or fucking my brains out. Not a fantastic face or body, but she could still cause that stirring in my balls, aching to release another torrent of sperm. Puberty is a bitch!

I had just turned 18, so I could probably jack off 15 times a day without breaking too much of a sweat. Like I said, I was a horny walking erection just about all the time, and my favorite release buddy was my right hand (preferably lubed with some Vaseline).

I took French my senior year in high school. Even though many kids took Spanish or Italian, those female teachers were frumpy-looking, in my opinion, and caused virtually no stirring in my loins. Ms. Wint, the French teacher – now that was a goddess in my book. She literally had an angelic face. Wide, beautiful, bright, blue eyes, a petite cute nose, and full, luscious lips that looked like they only had one purpose in this life, and it wasn’t to talk – if you get my drift. I thought her body was perfect, although she was somewhat of a “carpenter’s dream”. She was about 5’5″ with a slender build, and small perky fits (at least what I could tell through her outfits – which were always tastefully done, many times including high leather boots with stockings – wow!). I know she was only about 25, and this was her first teaching gig. I forgot how I found that out, perhaps it was through the rumor mill – but since one of my classmates was the child of the school superintendent, it was probably the case. Being only 25, the thing that really put the cherry-on-top for me, was the fact that her hair was naturally salt and pepper. Dark, with some gray streaks. Almost as if, she was older but still very much young in age. You could tell this by her youthful enthusiasm in class, especially having to deal with young dicks like me. One of my favorite things to try to tell her in French was “donnez-moi bien tete” getting a good laugh from the other boys in the class. After all, telling your French teacher “give me good head” probably didn’t endear me in her heart. She actually was pretty good about it, telling me that wasn’t exactly the proper way to say it in French. I wasn’t fluent, otherwise I would’ve figured out a way to tell her to get down on her knees, wrap those sultry, big lips around my fat cock, and give me a wet, sloppy blowjob until shoot my spunk down her throat. But it was the best I could do with my limited knowledge of the language.

But, oh, how I wanted her. I wanted to lick every inch of her, and put my dick in every one of her holes. I would even cum in her ear if she wanted me to. But, alas, class would end, I was still an immature man-boy with fantasies gone wild in my head, and away I would go to my next class.

While other kids had cars and stock-clerk jobs at the local stores, I still didn’t have a car; but I still had a rather large paper route that I inherited after my brother went to college. I would do it after school, and it was pretty good money. I would be done early enough to still have time before dinner, then have the rest of the evening for homework or friends. As I said earlier, I was under-sexed, because I didn’t have a regular girlfriend…and I was still a virgin. I guess I still had a natural geekness to me. But man, did my hormones rage!

So when I received a new customer notice with my daily papers, I didn’t think anything of it. I just added it to my route and made my deliveries for the week. Friday arrived, which was the day I collected the weekly subscription fee.

Guess who answered the door at my new customer’s apartment? Yes – it was Ms. Wint, and I think my dick got instantly hard along with a lump in my throat. She acted and treated me, as usual, too nice, as escort beykent she always is. She paid her dollar, and off I went. I was so involved with my lustful thoughts I almost walked right out in front of an oncoming car.

Holy shit! That knocked me back to reality.

Then I heard the object of my lustful fantasies call out to me:

“JJ…JJ! Are you OK?”

I thought she went back into her apartment and was extremely embarrassed that she saw my clumsy stunt.

“Yeah, I think so. Thanks!” I replied.

“Can you come back here, please?” she called out.

“Sure”

I felt lightheaded as I approached her. It was late fall, so it was getting cold up here in the northeast. I saw her shivering slightly as she waited on her porch, and I wanted to wrap my arms around her body forever to keep her warm.

“Yes, ma’am?” I asked.

“We’re not in school, so you can call me Deanna. You know I’m new here, and I just moved into this apartment last week. Can I have you help me with some things inside? I can’t reach too high, so I could really use your height…” (I was about 6’4″ at this point in school).

“It shouldn’t take too long, and I’ll gladly pay you for anything you can help me with.” she said.

“Yes, Ms… Deanna. If you don’t mind, can I finish delivering these papers? I should be done in an hour or so.”

“That would be great! Thank you so much, JJ – and please be careful out there in the street, now that I have you to help me, I don’t want you getting hurt!” and with a wicked (I think) smile, and a wink she was back inside to the warmth of her apartment.

I swear I thought I came in my jeans right there!! I actually looked down to check, and things seemed okay. Whew…

Away I went to finish my route in record time.

I finished around 5 o’clock, ran in the house quick to drop off my route bag. My parents were still working and wouldn’t be home until later. This was the regular routine on weekdays, so dinners were at my discretion and usually consisted of something frozen going into the microwave or oven.

I decided to forego dinner until after I finished helping my wet dream girl. She needed my help and I wasn’t going to let her down. Man, I was a hopeless love-nerd for her.

She answered the door in the same outfit she was in earlier – used (but still tight) Sassoon jeans and a sweatshirt.

Oh well, so much for my thoughts of her meeting me in a lacy bra, panties, garter with fishnet stockings, and 5- inch “fuck me” heels…

She had obviously been working around her new apartment, and quickly let me in.

“Thanks so much for coming over, JJ! I feel like I’m really over my head with some things I need to do. I guess you could say that “literally” because I’m not tall enough!!” and she started laughing as if I were one of her old friends. I really felt better as she laughed and made me feel more at ease, even though I kept thinking – this is one of my high school teachers!?!? And I’ve been a pretty-good asshole to her at times…With that I felt shitty…

The work she needed me for wasn’t anything difficult. Placing things up on shelves for storage, some bulbs for light fixtures, etc. But, as you can guess, I did my scout’s-honor-best to help her and show her what I could do. Within an hour we were done, and she was so glad when we were done that she gave me a big “thank you” and hug. Her head only came up to my chest, but she wrapped her arms tightly around me below my arms.

Do I need to say what that did to me? I instantly started to grow, and not in overall height. My cock started to strain against my jeans, and although I wanted to hug her forever, I told her “no problem” while trying to get away before she noticed my growing problem. She looked up at me as I drew away and told me thanks, again.

She threw herself down on her couch and told me to relax and have a seat. I eased into a easy chair/recliner across from her.

“JJ, thanks for your help, because I really needed it… Look, I know I’m new at your school and all, but what is up with some of those teachers there. They’re definitely a pretty close-knit group, and they pretty much treated me like an a-hole outsider. I couldn’t get anyone to give me a hand. So you were like my knight in shining armor showing up! And I can’t keep telling you how much I appreciate that!

With that, she kind of furrowed her brow, narrowed her eyes, pursed and her lips and said: “You seem really nice…” She continued pursing her lips and said “So why do you do some of the things you do at school? Is it the school?”

Before I could answer, she was starting, then stopping, then starting again…I know she had something to say, and I think she was trying to find the right way to say it…

“I know growing up is hard, but you don’t need to act like someone you aren’t to think you’re impressing your friends. I think I’ve seen the real you in class, and I definitely istanbul escorts have here tonight. You’ll have your real friends, and others who’ll want you to use you to do stupid things so they don’t have to. They’re users, and I know you’re smarter than that…”

She had moved from the couch over to my chair, and was sitting on the armrest. She had an arm laid out across the top of the chair, and had begun softly stroking my cheek with her other hand. I almost couldn’t believe how much I just wanted to hold her sitting there, as cozy sweet and comforting as she was.

She paused…”And, there are other teachers who probably wouldn’t be as lenient as me. I think I know you’re not really that other person I sometimes see in class.”

“I don’t know, Ms. W…Deanna…I don’t really act that way in other classes, so I guess you’re right…I just sometimes only do it in your class, and I’m almost afraid to admit why…” I stammered, and trailed off.

“JJ…what then? What is it? It’s okay, I won’t be upset… I hope…” and she nervously giggled, breaking up the moment allowing me to regain some composure. “Because… I know I’m new, and don’t want to be thought of as a joke…by anyone…”

She softly continued, then she seemed to frown and retreat. She pulled her arms together clasping her hands between her legs. I thought I heard a slight whimper and knew, even though she was a lot older than me (at 25!!), she was still vulnerable. She may be strong and confident in class, but, perhaps like me, she sheds the facade – her mask of invincibility while in school – when she gets home; replacing it instead with a simple cloak of apprehension and insecurity at home.

Now, I think I knew. We were both going into unknown territories, and it excited me me to be going there with her…

I was really falling for her, hard! I felt my heart tug down in my chest – I needed to do something now to help her.

“No, no, NO!! NO, it’s not that at all…everyone’s cool with you, it’s just me…” I blurted out.

“I act funny around you because of how you make me feel when I’m near you…like now!” I hesitated, searching for the words; “I just get a funny feeling when you’re close to me, like when you’re walking around handing our papers back to us and you get to my seat…I’m sorry, that’s pretty corny – but, I guess I am corny at heart!”

“I…I…” I couldn’t even speak now! I was really nervous and anxious…”I should probably go now.” and I began to stand to leave.

“No, stay, please…just so I can say what I think needs to be said… please…” she pleaded, putting her right hand on my chest, softly coaxing me back into the chair’s embrace. Then she softly said “It’s okay…really!! Just a while longer, if you can…I think we’re both kinda letting some things out that will be good for us!”

She trailed off, clasping her hands together again and pushing them between her legs. She stared down at them, apparently deep in thought – occasionally closing her eyes. I waited as she gathered her thoughts. I didn’t want to say anything. I didn’t know what I should say. I’d never felt such and awkwardly intense, emotional moment in my young life.

She slowly raised her head…

“You’re not corny. I may not be the wisest, most-experienced woman in the world…but I trust you…and I think you’re actually sweet – and I haven’t seen that in a man in as long as I can remember” she said.

(Wait!! What!?!? Did she just call me a MAN??? I still felt like a lanky kid!!)

Now I was really at a loss…Mentally, my head was spinning…I wasn’t exactly a man of the world at this point (nowhere close!!), but I really felt that I had to do or say something…

“Ms. W…Deanna – I…”

She pulled her hand up and put her index finger to my lips with a “shush…”

“JJ, I’m not done…saying what I think needs to be said.”

“Thank you for saying those sweet things. I guess I never thought I could do that, or I should say – have that effect – on someone…” she said slowly. I just listened to her quiet, quivering voice as she lowered her finger while looking into my eyes, periodically averting her gaze abruptly – as if she was doing something wrong…

“…and…that’s why I think I may have to leave.”

“What?” I said incredulously… “Whoa! What happened here??? Wasn’t expecting that? I…I never thought you would say that.” My mind was racing – I was losing her – right before my eyes!!

“My God, Deanna! The way you were talking earlier, I was going to, you know, I thought we were going to talk. I started feeling really good, like I was going to open up my heart to you tonight, because I thought you were going to open yours to me!?!? I have so much I want and need to tell you!” I said in voice that (I thought) quivered with emotion…

She was looking at me intently, and she gingerly grabbed my head with both her hands.

She held me for a few seconds, then slightly strengthened escort rus her hold while sternly saying:

“Do you know what you want? Do you? Don’t you want to be with a girl closer to your age? I’m seven years older than you. I’m your teacher!! Your teacher!! People won’t understand!”

She paused a few seconds before continuing…

“I’ve…felt the same way about you in class, I know it is wrong!! It has to be!! I’m your teacher, and you’re my student! It cannot, and should never be, anything more than that!”

Her eyes welled with tears and were darting about as she looked at my face and into my eyes. I gently cupped her delicate face in my hands and stared back. A single tear streamed down from each of her beautiful eyes…

Emotionally, I was done. I didn’t know what I should do, I just wanted her to know me, my feelings, and I wasn’t holding back…

“I’ve been going to school with basically the same girls for almost 12 years in some cases. I haven’t been on dates with any of them, although I’m friends with a lot of them…but that’s it! You…you make me feel like a little kid. Giddy, I guess you could call it…But I really get strange feelings, like a fire in my belly.” I was stammering a bit, because I’ve never talked to someone like this before. I was so close to her, and almost whispering to her face (I hope my breath didn’t stink). She looked so beautifully breathtaking to me.

“Please…don’t leave…” I breathed out…

Our faces were only inches apart, and the only sounds now were our panting breaths on each other. There was definitely a tension of some type going on…

I felt something I’ve never felt before. I felt weird, maybe sick, but in a funny way…I suddenly wanted to yank her to me and shove my tongue down into her stomach. I wanted to do all kinds of things to her…But, mainly, I yearned for her, I needed her!

The sexual tension, or intensity, or whatever it may be called, kept building and was probably boundless and inexhaustible. I know she felt it, too, because her tear-filled eyes closed, her mouth was open but panting more steady and heavy…and we kept drawing nearer.

Then our lips touched, ever so slightly, almost as if we were gauging what might happen when they come together. Ever closer, then they came together, and it was electric!! It was as if some monumental albatross was released from her shoulders. Her body relaxed, and she let herself go. Suddenly our tongues danced inside each other’s mouths like two crazed Mambo dancers! Both our hands seemed to move on their own caressing each other’s head and neck.

Old cliché, but our first kiss seemed to last forever, although it was probably only a few minutes. Then we finally let go of each other’s heads and let our hands travel elsewhere…

Deanna broke free rubbing her cheek against mine as she whispered into my ear:

“Oh my God! What are we doing?!?!? I feel soooo bad, soooo naughty!! I shouldn’t do this – but it feels so…crazy, so hot!! I’ve never felt like this before! I feel so damn horny – ohhhh, I want you…” as she climbed onto me while still in the easy chair.

We slobbered our tongues all over our faces again as Deanna began gyrating her hips on my lap and crotch. Holy shit – that was too fucking much, I thought in my sexually-crazed mind!

My hands grew a mind of their own as they pawed and groped at her sweatshirt, ripping it off over her head, then working their way to her jeans.

She had already started unbuckling my jeans, and started pulling them away.

I had her down to her panties and bra in no time, and helped her yank up my hoodie and undershirt in one fell swoop.

My cock was looked like the Washington Monument tenting in my underwear. She yanked them down along with her own, and triumphantly perched herself just above my raging dick. She stared at me for a moment, as my hands ran up and down her torso pushing her bra up. Then she grasped the swollen head of my cock and guided me into a tight, warm, moist pocket of the most indescribable decadent flesh no man has ever known! This pocket of wetness and warmth enveloped the length of my rod until she settled down at its base with a soft moaning :Oooohhh – ooohhh my aaagghh…” collapsing forward onto my chest.

I grabbed her head, looked into her eyes, and they appeared glazed over – or out of it. I kissed her, hard – due to the feeling she just caused on my dick. Her eyes widened and refocused on me, pushing her tongue deep into my mouth. I wrapped my arms around her back and started humping – like an animal.

That’s what this was, human lust! She forced herself up into the cowgirl position and began riding her bucking bronco, as my hips pistoned my raging hard-on in and almost out of her warm, wet pussy. Slurping wet sloshing sounds were the only other things you could hear apart from my grunts, and her moans and squeals.

I knew this first round wouldn’t last long for me! I wanted her to get off, but I also wanted to make sure I enjoyed it, because she sure looked to be getting off. She was squeaking and squealing between her grunts, and they were getting louder. I grabbed her hips in my hands for leverage and to guide her pumping snatch up and down. I then felt something, and knew it wouldn’t be long.

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This is a true story, and it was fun!

I was in my early 40s, working as a Regional Safety Manager for a large trucking company. We leased on owner operators, and it was my job to qualify, or disqualify, the Recruits that our lovely, but shady, ladies in our recruiting department would bring in. Which, caused a lot of conflict between the Safety Department and the Recruiting Department.

These sweet talking women would practically have phone sex with some of the guys to convince them to lease their trucks on with us. I was brought in as part of a new team to improve the company’s terrible safety rating, and the biggest problem I found was that the recruiting department bringing in drivers that did not meet our qualification requirements. They would have the drivers lie about things, especially criminal records and drug use. There seemed to be one recruiter, in particular, that was bringing in most of the bad seed.

Stacy looked like a hot 30 something soccer Mom, long reddish hair, curly and wild looking, usually pulled back in a ponytail. She was fun to look at, bright white smile, flirty eyes, always wore glasses. She rocked the librarian look, and she was as sharp as a tack. She always wore sun dresses in the summer, and had beautiful tan legs. Her body looked very athletic, she had a shapely ass. Her tits looked perfect, especially when she was leaning over my desk going over paperwork with me. I loved looking down the front of her dress, and looking at her lacy bra encased boobs. They had some sexy little freckles and her nipples were usually hard. She caught me checking her out many times, and would wink and smile. She enjoyed teasing all the men.

Stacy and I hated each other. In her defense, we were destined to be enemies because of the way the company was structured, it made the recruiting and safety departments into adversaries. Our private offices were across the main outer office from each other, and there were many closed door meetings in both of our offices that resulted in heated arguments. cussing, door slamming, name calling. We had some very heated battles that ended with slamming doors and long periods of her not talking to me. Which I didn’t mind one bit. Then she would do things like wear a new dress that showed a lot of leg, and come into my office and show me, saying “I wore this for you!” She would spin around and strike some poses, laughing. I would just say something like “Nice.” and act as disinterested as I could. She was a little vixen for sure.

I got along great with most of the other recruiters, and Stacy and I could socialize together also. I met her husband and kids on several occasions, and she met my wife and kids as well. and Stacy seemed to be a sweet midwestern housewife with a career. At work she was a shady, lying bitch that was not to be trusted. She was the top recruiter in our office, and the other recruiters did not like her at all. She would stab anyone in the back to sink her claws into a new recruit for the commission.

One Saturday morning I went into the office to try and catch up on some paperwork. I did that occasionally, because no one was in the office on Saturday, and I could get a lot done without being constantly interrupted by drivers, recruiters, the operations escort esenler staff. I was surprised to see Stacy’s car when I pulled in, I was sure she was trying to get some work done without interruptions also. I stuck my head in her office and said hi, we chatted for a minute, she looked stunning, a short little strappy sun dress, her tan legs were crossed, and she had a stack of papers on her lap that she was going through. The freckles on her shoulders, the pulled back, wild hair, her glasses riding down her nose. And that big bright smile. She looked like something I would love to eat for breakfast.

I walked across the big outer office to my own office and sat down. I opened my email and started replying to the dozens of emails I had been ignoring all week. Stacy came over to my office to ask me a question about one of the recruits that we were working on. She was standing in the doorway to my office, her arm was up and she was leaning against the doorframe talking to me. I tried not being obvious, but she must have seen my eyes scanning up and down her sexy body. She gave me those flirty eyes and a big smile and said, “What would you say if I told you that I wore this dress because I knew you would be coming in this morning?” She grabbed the hem of her skirt and pulled it a little further up her thigh, sticking her knee out towards me.

I laughed, and looked her right in the eye and said “I could make you cum with one finger!” It didn’t even phase her, she replied with, “Well here I am, how come I am not cumming then?” She pulled her skirt up a little further , I even saw a flash of the crotch of her peach colored panties.

I stood up and walked over to where she was standing by the door, we were the only people in the building and it was very unlikely anyone else would show up. I was standing in front of her now looking at her and she was backed up against the door, her eyes were wide with anticipation. She thought that since I was always so laid back and professional, that I wouldn’t call her bluff. My cock was rock hard and throbbing now. I could smell her, her freshly shampooed hair and her Victoria’s Secret perfume, all of it was fueling my sexual rage for this smoking hot little bitch of a woman.

I gently grabbed her face with my hand, holding her by her chin and cheeks, and softly, yet very deliberately, I slid my hand down until it was around her throat and I pinned her against the door. I put my other hand under her skirt and shoved it in her panties. She gasped as my finger found her wet slit. Her legs parted involuntarily as she clutched my wrist below the hand holding her by the throat. I was running my finger up and down her slit, dipping the tip into her wet cunt and then rubbing it all over her hard clit. Her pussy was freshly shaven, and the sweet smell of her wetness permeated the air.

I pushed my finger into her tight wet hole very slowly. She was trembling now, as I curled my finger and scraped the tip over her g-spot. She spread her legs, lowering her cunt onto my finger. I was moving my hand up and down, picking up speed. She was gasping as I continued my assault on her most sensitive spot. I could tell she wouldn’t last long, My finger bayan escort istanbul fucking her pussy sounded brutal, the wet sloppy sound of it splashing in her juices drowned out her little gasps and moans, as I fucked her cunt hard. She cried out and it appeared she could hardly stand it as he pussy gripped my finger, and her cum came gushing out. She squirted all over her panties, and it was running down her thighs. “You were saying?” I said with a devilish grin.

I released my grip on her throat, and she slid down the door Like a limp wrap, trying to recover from her orgasm. She looked up at me as I made a show out of taking off my thick, bull hide belt. I slid my pants down and the bulge in my underwear was soaked with pre-cum. She was eye level with me and looking at my throbbing bulge. I slipped my underwear down and my hard cock popped out in her face, smacking her in the nose. I grabbed my cock and started stroking it in front of her face, she looked hypnotized by it as she watched. I smacked her face with it a couple of times before I started rubbing it on her bright red lips.

Her tongue came out of her mouth and started licking the pre-cum off of the swollen head. I released my grip on my cock as she sucked the head into her soft mouth. I let her get accustomed to having me in her mouth for a minute before I grabbed a handful of her long curly hair, and held her head still as I slowly fucked her mouth. “Are you gonna be a good girl and swallow my dick?” I asked. She looked me right in the eye and gave me a little nod, as I pushed the head against the opening to her throat. I tightened my grip on her hair, twisting it in my hand, and slowly pushed the head down her throat. She gagged a little the first couple of times as I pumped it in and out of her mouth.

I started fucking her face a little harder and pushing my cock in deeper with each thrust. Her nose was buried in my pubic hair with each thrust now. I was pushing it all the way in, fucking her throat. She was gagging, and spit was bubbling out of her mouth and dripping off of my cock and balls. I grabbed her head with both hands and started fucking her face hard. Her eyes were watering, and she pushed back against my thighs as I felt the cum rising from my balls. I held her head tight, with my cock all the way in her mouth, as I shot my load down her throat. Her legs were flailing and she was gagging so much, I thought she was going to puke.

I pulled my still twitching cock out of her mouth, she was still gagging and coughing, she looked so hot with spit and cum dripping down her chin. I pulled her up by the hair and pushed her face down on my desk. I pulled her skirt up and I yanked her panties halfway down her tan thighs. I grabbed my thick belt and doubled it. She definitely had fear in her eyes as she watched me. Still holding her by the hair, she cried out with the first crack of the belt on her tender ass. “So you like being a bitch to me?” I asked as I whipped her ass repeatedly.

“Oh god, I am sorry!” She whimpered .

I whipped her ass hard, it was covered now with raised welts from my belt. “That’s okay!” I said, “Because I know how to handle bitches like you!” The crack from the belt on her ass was escort merter so loud it startled me. She winced as she cried out, over and over as I whipped her ass. She looked so hot bent over my desk, her dress pulled up over her hips, and her pretty little panties still halfway down her thighs. My cock was fully recovered now and sticking straight out, twitching and dripping.

I stepped up behind her and grabbed my hard cock and started rubbing the head up and down her swollen, dripping slit. She moaned as I rubbed her clit with it. I positioned the head right between her lips. I grabbed her hips with both hands and shoved my throbbing cock into her. She moaned loudly as I buried my throbbing meat into her juicy little cunt. I held it there, letting her feel it throb inside of her, as I grabbed my belt off of the desk.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as I pulled the belt around her throat, making a sling out of it. Holding both ends of the belt with one hand, I pulled her head back with the belt around her throat. I grabbed her ass with the other hand and started pumping my cock into her. “This is what I do to nasty bitches that like to play games!” I hissed through my teeth as I pounded her tight little cunt.

I slapped her ass as I pulled her head back and slammed my cock into her harder. “Come on Bitch! Show me how hard you can fuck me.” She started moving her hips to meet my thrusts, trying to fuck me as hard as I am fucking her. It was almost like a competition. We were pounding the fuck out of each other, I could feel her juice dripping down my balls and my thigh.

My sweat was dripping onto her ass, the sight of her bent over my desk, all sweaty with her skirt hiked up and her panties now around her ankles was too much for me. I felt the stirring in my balls, and I pulled back on the belt, her head was bobbing back and forth in the sling as I started shooting my cum into her hot little cunt. She moaned out loud as she gripped my cock with her pussy, cumming hard on my dick. Her cum mixed with mine was pouring out of her cunt and running down my balls and her thighs. I released the belt and she collapsed on the desk. I was caressing her ass and moving my twitching cock slowly in and out, squeezing every last drop of my cum into her.

I pulled out my cock and dressed, she was still laying on my desk, her skirt hiked up over her waist, her panties down around her ankles, cum all over her pretty thighs and her beautiful round ass covered with raised red welts from my belt. I wondered how she was going to explain that to her husband. The last thing I did was grab my belt off of the desk and put it back on. I gave her a smack on the ass and left her like that, not a word was spoken.

She came into my office on Monday to have me look over some paperwork, and she acted like the same old fucking bitch to me. I noticed she was wearing a wide choker around her neck and I made a smart assed comment about it. She pulled the front of it down and her throat was covered in bruises I smiled and said “oops!” She just adjusted her choker and gave me a wink as she walked back across the outer office, swinging her ass under her sundress.

We never did anything again, not a word about it was ever mentioned. We continued our relationship as adversaries, complete with the heated arguments and name calling. Every now and then when we were in larger meetings together, she would run her toe up my calf if we were sitting together. She also would give me the occasional wink from across the table, and lick her lips. What a bitch she was!

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This is a story I wrote ages ago, when you could still smoke in pubs… Enjoy.

*****

It was surprising how tempting the smell of stale beer, smoke and cooking fat could be. She’d walked past the outside of the pub three times already, listening to the music, taking deep breaths, savouring the aroma, that pub smell.

Taking one last gulp of the contaminated summer air, she opened the door and plunged into the dark, smoky atmosphere. First stop, the bar, large vodka and tonic, Dutch courage. The ice cold vodka slipped down her throat, chilling her. Clutching the drink to her chest, she turned and gave the pub the once over. The band were playing music with a loud thumping base she could feel in her chest, it made her heart beat faster. There, in the thronging mass of people, she saw him; her stomach plunged to her knees, her ribs tingled and she felt a familiar heaviness in her cunt. God, he was beautiful.

Standing at the very back of the pub, laidback, relaxed, sucking on a bottle of Becks. His hips swayed in time to the music, a small smile on his perfect face. He’d seen her come in, been watching for her to come in. As if she wasn’t going to turn up after last time… He knew how good he was.

Tall, broad, olive complexion with black hair and deep brown eyes, good strong face, pecs and a 6 pack to die for, all carefully wrapped in faded blue jeans and the tightest grey T-shirt she had ever seen, every line of muscle on him was visible.

She could feel that first slug of vodka as it travelled into her bloodstream, thinning it as it went. As it reached her brain, all the tension seeped from her and she smiled, walking slowly, pushing her way through the heaving crowd towards him. Her breathing got shallower as she closed in on him, her eyes blurring with lust. Suddenly she was standing in front of him, smiling, blinking, desperate for his hands to be on her, in her.

He smiled back and they touched their drinks together. God, she was beautiful, he could feel his cock twitch in his jeans, pulsing, waiting, no, demanding to be released. Neither of them spoke as she turned away, rested her drink on the tall table in front of her and leaned back against him. The contact made them both shiver. He lay a hand on her shoulder, touched the back of her neck with escort bahçelievler one finger and she could feel her knees buckle. She reached behind her and held his hip, more to steady herself than anything else, but as she pulled his body closer, she could feel his cock grow bigger against her back.

He loved the outfit she had chosen, access all areas, talk about dressing for the occasion. The black skirt hugged her arse, firm and ripe, her legs beneath it long and toned. He knew she wasn’t wearing any underwear, he could smell her, how aroused she was. She wore a black silk camisole and a loose fitting red blouse, buttoned to just below her breasts. Fine breasts they were too, he noticed that the last night. High on her chest, not too big, not too small. He wondered what her nipples looked like, God, he’d love to get one in his mouth and suck it until she begged him to stop. Her auburn hair was cut into her neck, maybe even shaved, but the fringe was long, falling into her green eyes. Her skin was creamy pale. He just knew she’d have freckles over her nose but had never seen her in light that allowed him to check. He placed his beer on the table and leaned forward, licking her ear with a hot tongue. The metal of the several piercings there felt cold and he shivered.

Reaching around the front of her, he put his hand over her pubic bone; he heard her breath rush from her body as she became weak for his touch. Every part of her screamed for some part of him to be inside her. Slowly, too slowly, he pulled her skirt higher at the front and then at last he could feel her hot and wet cunt. He circled her hard clit softly with his index finger and she gasped, pushing back against him. No more encouragement was needed really and he thrust his fingers into her roughly, smiling as he felt her legs go again.

Her hand that had been gripping his hip moved towards his cock that was straining even more against the material of his jeans. Her hand shook slightly as she eventually managed to pull down the zip. Like her, he wore no underwear, his thick cock thrust upwards into her waiting hand. She gripped it and felt his breath rush in her ear, a low gasp as she stroked him. He moved his hand slowly now, his fingers soaked with istanbul bayan escort her juice. She caressed his balls and the band played on.

The music was ear-splitting, the beat pumping out in their lungs, the audience was rapt, no-one noticed the couple as they ground their bodies together. Slowly, deliberately he slipped his fingers from her dripping cunt and raised them to her lips, forcing them into her mouth. She sucked and licked them eagerly, tasting herself.

With his other hand he reached beneath her blouse and caught her right nipple through to soft silk between his thumb and forefinger, rolling it, making her groan. Her grip on his cock grew firmer. She wanted to taste him now. Twisting quickly she faced him, smiling a lazy smile. He knew.

Placing a hand on the back of her head he guided her mouth down his body. Delicately she licked the pearl of fluid from the end of his twitching cock, swirled her tongue round, over and under his foreskin and then took him deep into her mouth. Her hand gently cupped his balls, one finger playing softly with his arsehole as he started to thrust. He could come in her mouth, he would if he lost his focus, the feeling of her throat tightening around the end of his cock almost tipped him over the edge.

He pulled away quickly. He wanted to be in her, feel how hot her cunt was as it enveloped his cock. Dragging her from her knees, they were suddenly face-to-face and their eyes locked for a second. Strangers; intimate, passionate strangers. They’d never spoken to each other, never mind knew names, jobs or birthdays. But every second Friday of the month, for the last 4 months, they met here, on the music night and they fucked. He thought about kissing her, tasting himself on her tongue, but she was the one who broke the eye contact as she turned around, leaned forward on the table and thrust her arse out for him.

With a hand, he parted her swollen and puffy lips and pushed his aching cock inside, slowly, savouring the sensation of her flesh moving for him alone. That one movement, so sensual, a feeling of warmth spread through her whole body as he stretched her cunt. She moved back against him roughly, forcing him deeper and then pulled away just as abruptly. He took this as his cue and began escort halkalı to fuck her, slow then hard and fast, slow then hard and fast, almost withdrawing completely before pushing back in quickly. Her hands gripped the edge of the table, his hands on her hips, pushing and pulling her to control her movement. She began to groan, how he heard her over the band, he wasn’t sure, maybe it was him that was groaning. He could feel the fire spreading in his thighs, he wanted to come, but he wanted to taste her more than that.

Withdrawing from her quickly, she felt empty and alone, but then suddenly aware of him dropping to his knees behind her. With his hands he spread her arse cheeks and stuck out his tongue, pushing slightly at her arse before moving forwards to lick her soaking cunt – sweet. He licked and sucked at her, pulling flesh into his mouth, pushing his tongue into the delicious folds of her flesh. She writhed above him, pushing down, forcing his tongue deeper inside her.

That was enough, more than enough; he stood up and quickly thrust his cock inside her. She gasped. He gasped. No letting up this time.

He gripped the table and pounded into her. The fire started again and he could feel her pussy twitching too as the warmth spread through her. It was quick, over too soon, but good, so fucking good. A wave of fog enveloped them both, lost in their own pleasure and oblivious to everything else. They came together.

He slid from her, exhausted, satisfied, a buzz of excitement flowed through his veins. Refocusing on his surroundings, his smile grew. There was a different band playing, when had that happened? Plucking his beer from the table, he poured what was left of it down his throat, it was warm but still felt good. He tucked himself in, zipped up his jeans then rested one hand on her still bare arse.

She took a little longer to recover, her breath slowed eventually and she became aware of where she was again, the same band thumped out more tunes remorselessly. Still loud, the crowd still rocked.

Rubbing her hands over her face, she stood up straight and quickly pulled down her skirt. She lifted her drink and turned towards him. He was distant, watching the small blonde bass guitar player with a glint in his eye. She smiled and finished her drink. Passing him her empty glass, she caressed the back of his hand. He’d be here the next music night.

And then she left, back out into the hot summer night. As she walked away, a trickle of his cum tickled down the inside of her leg. She reached down and wiped it away with her hand, brought it to her smiling lips and tasted him again.

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After my brief encounter with Alex, I had been feeling even more horny than usual. I had taken to going for long jogs every morning to try and burn off some of my sexual energy, but it had really only been making things worse.

Every morning as I left for my run, I would see all the girls who worked at the bars and hotels beginning their working day. One bar-girl especially caught my eye. She was short, probably about 5’2″, but with large breasts for her frame, and an athletic body with firm legs. She would almost always be wearing small pink hotpants, along with the official bar t-shirt, which was pulled tight by her generous breasts. By now I knew her name was Alice, because last night at her bar she had introduced herself to the whole bar before her and two other girls danced on the bar in front of everyone. It was kind of like ‘Coyote Ugly’ only hot. Today I smiled at her and kept running, maybe I would stop and chat some other time!

I would also see all the girls and guys (but mostly the girls) off for their morning sunbathe, before it got too hot in the afternoon. This was probably most of the reason that my jogs had increased my libido, rather than decreased it. A large number of the girls would be wearing very small bikinis, or large t-shirts with thong bottoms. The girls with t-shirts would usually remove them at the beach and sunbathe topless, as is the custom in Europe. There were also some much younger girls, probably around 18. These girls would sometimes wear bikinis or thongs like the 20-somethings, but more usually they would have more normal bikini bottoms or little swim shorts with t-shirts.

I could see a group of these girls right now, a little way ahead of me. There were four girls. Three were carrying their towels rolled up in their hands, while the other one had her towel around her neck. This one had long wavy black hair that fell most of the way down her back. She had a Mediterranean complexion and was probably about average height, although I really couldn’t tell from this far back. She was wearing a small bikini top, which was white with a thin pink edge, and pink spaghetti straps. Her bottoms matched the top, and were small with pink string sides. She looked gorgeous, and I could see the curves of her ass through the swimsuit as I got closer. She was standing on the right of the group.

One of the other girls was wearing a big t-shirt and small red swim shorts, which were surprisingly showing off quite a bit of her ass. She was blonde, but not so tanned. Maybe these girls hadn’t been here that long. The girl next to her was probably her sister, as much as I could tell from behind. She was a little shorter, again with blonde hair, and about the same complexion. She was wearing a lightish pink top, which it seemed didn’t show off too much, and Pink underwear which weren’t very high, but still seemed to reveal a lot of her ass, even more than the red shorts girl. The underwear had a tiny pink frill on them. It didn’t seem like either of them had a tan line. Maybe they hadn’t been here long enough. Or maybe they sunbathed nude, I thought, smiling to myself. I would have to find out where.

The last girl was the smallest of the group, possibly the youngest, or someone’s little sister or something. She was wearing a short white t-shirt which showed off a little of her tanned back, and a pair escort cengelköy of white lacy swimsuit bottoms. They couldn’t really be for going in the water though, they seemed like they would be much too see-through. As I approached the girls the Mediterranean girl turned around and smiled at me. I couldn’t help smiling back.

As I passed them a couple of them whistled at me, and the Mediterranean girl yelled

‘You English?’

‘Yeah,’ I turned around and shouted back ‘Why you wanna know?’ I was jogging on the spot a little ahead of them now.

‘We thought you might want to stop and talk to us,’ said the lacy girl. I stopped jogging and flashed them my best smile. Maybe my jog wouldn’t be as much of a letdown as it usually was.

‘Of course, it would be my pleasure. My name’s Jeremy, what’s yours?’ I was addressing my question to the Mediterranean girl, who I had decided was the one I really wanted to get to know better.

‘I’m Rachel,’ she said grinning. ‘But I have to go now, err things to do, you know.’ She moved past me, and grabbed the young-looking girl. ‘Come on Jazz, time to go.’ I wondered if they had some sort of plan to leave me with one of the other girls. I wasn’t complaining, but I would rather have had either of the two that were leaving!

‘So what about you girls, are you ‘leaving’ as well?’ I asked sarcastically.

‘No silly, we’re staying to chat,’ giggled the girl in the red shorts. I was trying hard to keep my eyes of the other girl’s pink underwear and slender legs. ‘Come with us,’ she said. She led me over to a bar, which was already open, and soon we were at a table and my running effort had turned into a drinking one.

The girls talked with me, mostly about themselves, for a couple of hours. I learned that they were indeed sisters, and that their names were Jenny and Victoria (or Vicky). Jenny was the one in the red shorts, and the pink frilly one was Victoria. They were indeed sisters, Jenny was 20 and Vicky 18. I was leaning towards going for Vicky if anything was going to happen, but it seemed like it was strictly chatty chat, at least so far. Vicky did seem to keep leaning on her elbow and looking at me, which was giving me a pretty good view of what there was to her cleavage.

By now it was getting towards lunchtime, and the girls decided they had to be back at their apartment. I got their number and let them go, but inwardly I was cursing. They both seemed pretty drunk after about five or six drinks. It seemed like Vicky had virtually zero tolerance for alcohol, she had got drunk after about two drinks and moved onto soda water for the remainder. I was getting rather frustrated. My jog had been spoiled, I was feeling slightly bloated from lunchtime beer consumption, and my libido had been stirred by meeting such beautiful ladies and getting nothing out of it. Well, I had got their number, and maybe ‘Jazz’ or Rachel would be more interested in what I had to offer than the sisters.

After sitting around moping in the bar for another twenty minutes or so, I decided maybe someone back at the apartment might be worried, and that I should accordingly go home. I trudged out of the bar and made my way back along the now baking hot street towards the apartment. I was almost back when I heard a cry of ‘hey eskort bayan you’ or words to that effect, coming from the side of the street. I looked over to see Alice, the little pink hotpants bar-girl, waving at me. I broke out in a huge smile and wandered casually over to her. She was cleaning tables outside her bar.

‘Hi there. Weren’t you here last night?’ she began. I was barely listening, her breasts were making it very hard to hear.

‘Yeah, I think so. Alice, right? Kind of hard to remember, I was pretty wasted.’

‘Well, I see a lot of that. Don’t see many guys as hot as you though,’ she winked at me.

‘Thanks, you seem to be quite blessed in that department as well,’ I said, nodding at her large breasts.

‘Would you like a drink? On the house from us to you,’ she said, winking again and gesturing at me with her breasts.

‘No thanks, one too many lunch beers,’ I patted my stomach.

‘Oh I know how that goes. I have the perfect thing for that. This way,’ she turned and walked into the bar. I followed, with absolutely no idea what was going on. Was she going to give me some sort of advance hangover cure?

I thought we were going to the bar for a crazy cocktail or something, but she took a left turn somewhere, and before I knew it we were in some sort of back room. It was pretty well lit, but covered in cardboard boxes and smelling slightly of ouzo. My cock started to get excited, but I told it not to jump to any conclusions. Alice closed the door softly behind me.

‘Here we are,’ Alice said, spreading her arms out to show me the place. ‘What do you think?’

‘It’s lovely,’ I replied. ‘All it needs is some furniture, some windows and a carpet and you’ve got yourself a room.’

‘Are you ready for my special medicine?’ Alice said seductively. By now my cock was at full attention, waiting for the surprise.

‘Oh yes, most certainly. What’s in this medicine?’

‘Let me show you,’ Alice said. It seemed to me that she was getting turned on. Her face was flushed and I could see her nipples through her bar t-shirt.

Alice kicked off her deck shoes, and then slowly pulled her bar t-shirt over her head. Her breasts were certainly very large, and they had only the slightest bit of sag in them. Her nipples were also pretty large, and were standing out from her body at least half an inch. She had a hard looking stomach, I guessed she must be a workout girl. She pulled her pink hotpants smoothly down her legs. Underneath she was wearing pink and white bikini bottoms, all ready for a trip to the beach. They were small, but not ultra-small, and with some kind of pattern. I didn’t have much time to look at them though, as she pulled them quickly down her legs and tossed them away.

Alice was now completely naked in front of me, and my cock was straining at its leash. Her pussy hair was neatly trimmed into a small triangle, but I could clearly see her pussy lips, which were swollen and red. However, it wasn’t my turn to play yet. Alice moved her hand all over her body, softly touching her neck, then her sides, and finally her breasts. She teased the nipples in small circles, grazing them very gently. After only a few seconds it seemed like she tired of this, and n=moved her hand down from her breasts, over her stomach to her pussy, moaning softly escort hadımköy all the time. It seemed like this was really turning her on. She spread her lips and began teasing her clit. Her pussy juice was covering her fingers as she worked, and her face was turning the same colour as her hotpants. I got the strong feeling that this was what she got off on, masturbating in front of guys. Well whatever turns you on I guess, I certainly wasn’t complaining. However my cock was, and I decided it was time to take the initiative. I pulled my shoes off, and then my running shorts and underwear. Alice was far too busy by this time to notice. I moved over to her, picked her up, and in one motion pushed the whole of my erection into her. It slid in pretty easily because of all the juice she had been producing, but she was still quite tight. Alice gasped and opened her eyes. A fraction of a second later however, she closed them and let out a scream that was loud enough to be heard across Europe. I felt her pussy contract around my cock, and she released more pussy juice onto my dick. She kept coming for almost two minutes, her pussy contracting again and again, and more and more juice oozing out onto me. I kept supporting her weight this whole time, and pushing hard into her pussy.

When she started to come down from her orgasm, I began fucking her hard, picking her up in the air a little and then dropping her back all the way onto my dick. She loved it, and soon she slipped her hand back in between our bodies to start masturbating again. Within a few strokes she had started to come again, contracting and screaming and making her legs wet with her juices. This went on for about half an hour, and Alice must have come about six or seven times. She was covered in pussy juice, and we were both glistening with sweat. We had somehow made our way onto the floor, where she was on top of me, bucking her hips onto me like a wild animal. I kept pushing into her hard, and finally I could feel the cum beginning to build up inside me. I grabbed her ass hard and pushed as far as I could into her, as I began to shoot my load. As I did it I could feel Alice contracting her muscles around me, squeezing all the cum out of me. I could feel it going right into her, three or four good loads worth. I pulled out of her wet pussy, and my cum rapidly started to ooze out of her pussy.

‘Oh fuck that was just what I needed’ I said, stretching and pulling my still semi-hard cock back into my running shorts. Alice was still on the floor, red and panting with my cum oozing out of her still wide-open hole. After a minute or two, when I was already dressed, she began to pull her clothes on.

‘Mmm, that was definitely one of my better ones,’ she said a little shakily. ‘If I need some more of that I’ll be sure to come find you.’

‘Happy to oblige,’ I grinned. ‘I’m here all week.’

I left the bar sweaty but very satisfied. I suddenly noticed that it was almost 3. I had been out on my run for almost five hours. Someone was sure to be worried back at the apartment. I ran the rest of the way home, although really I was sweaty enough after the fuck-session I had just had to explain a fifty mile run.

I walked in the door of my apartment to see Claire standing there. She had obviously seen me run by the window and was set to tell me off in a big way. I cut her off before she could begin.

‘Sorry Claire, can’t talk. Long run, have to have a shower.’ I picked up a towel from the nearby bed and hopped into the tiny bathroom, locking the door behind you.

‘I’ll talk to you later then,’ muttered Claire, slamming the door on her way out.

To Be Continued…

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Hello my name is Tom. I am from Germany and I have to say I am just 20 years old and so my English is not so good. Unfortunately I’m still a virgin, but I’m so horny that I can’t keep I have to talk about it.So this story is just an imagination how I would like too loose my virginity (including some fetish).

I have got a very sexy girl in my class and she is 20 years old too. She just looks perfect. I have never seen such a beautiful girl before. I love till the first day at school when I saw her. She has got a perfect ass everybody in school looks at it. She is very slim but not too slim either athletic.She has got a little scar at her stomach. Her breast are rather small but if they would be bigger it wouldn’t look better. Her nipples are wonderful totally round and they have got a very nice colour: dark brown.(I just saw her nipples thruogh her top when haven’worn a bra) She is 165cm tall has wonderful long blond hair, deep blue eyes and her smile charms everybody. She has got a very nice shaved bald pussy, I saw when she sit down and wore a skirt then I saw her very sexy panty->red and you could see through it! That was a year ago and today she wears even a string! 🙂 So I hope that you can understand me why I wanna fuck, especially her! I masturbate even 14 times a day but it is no more enough. I would fuck every body even older woman thats why I like incest storys with mom and son because they subscribe very well how the young sons lose their virginity.

A week ago we went on a 3 day trip with the class to the mountains. The hold way up the mountain to our cottage i walked behind her to see her escort yenibosna perfect as moving from left to the right and back again. On our trip she fell on her knee, of course I helped her up. She said thanks and blow a kiss.That was the fist time I thought she is noticing me too But wasn’t allowed to go walking the next days. My chance! The second day our class went on a 6 hour trip up the mountain and I pretended to be ill ;-)! I was allowed to aty there just me AND Patti. The class left and I went up to her room immediatly. I knocked at the door and she said: The door is open! I sit next to her and she lay in her bed. I asked what we should do the next hours untill the class will arrive. She raised and said we can do what u want. She putt her blanket away and I could see that she is only wearing a T-Shirt and unerwear. Of course I just wanted to fuck her in her tight pussy but as a gentleman I just said that we do what u want. We can play poker or something else. I said Ok. I will fetch the cards. She said just a moment I have to go on the toilet. This was my cue because I’m a pee fetish. I couldn’t hold it back and i said just do it here in your pantys, right here right now! I couldn’t believe what I said I get up and wanted to leave because I knowed she would be angry with me. But wait! WOW! I couldn’t believe my ears she said ok why not.

She stood in front of me and started to pee. Very slowly the golden shower started to trickle down at the ground.I was shocked and I didn’t know what to do. I asked her if I may touch her her panty. She said bayan escort just if I am allowed to put down my T-Shirt. I said of course but just when I’m allowed to put down my clothes. In just 30s I stod there only with my boxer and she in her underwear. My cock was rock hard, harder then ever before, the perfect girl I ever dreamed about is standing in front of me just covered in underwear which she is going to put down next time I hope. I think she was very errected too. She looked at my dick which got bigger and bigger. Her nipples stood hardly errected, I even could it see through her bra. So touched her wet panty and it was warm. I rubbed up and down her panty and she liked it I even could feel her hard clit. I didn’t what was wet her juice or the pee.

Then she said Ok sorry I think it is enough now I think it’s wrong. I said please but she just turned away. I get off my boxer and put my hand on my dick and jerked off. She looked at me and said that I should stop it. I didn’t listen I just went on. She got down on her knees put my hand away and did me a handjob. It was great her hands are so soft and she did it really good even better than I thought and I thought that that would be the best feeling I ever will have. I asked her if she would do me a blowjob. She said no even that was too much. I shouted softly at her please suck it! She did! she moved her beautiful mouth to my dick opened it and sucked fist just the head and down to the rest. It felt great, the best feeling I ever had. I think she liked it too she did it quite long. Then I couldn’t hold it back I grabbed at escort kayaşehir her tits. Oh they felt so good: soft, firm and her nipples were so hard, nearly hard as my cock. I opened her bra and throw it away. Her breasts looked as I ever could imagine. Then suddenly without asking I shot all my cum in her mouth. It doesn’t stop gallons after gallons and she sucked she sucked and sucked until my dick was nearly dry.She aked my if it was good. I just could answer that it was perfect.

Now I will do the same for you I said I leaned her back and pulled down her panty. Her pussy was tighter than I thouht! It was shaved and her clit was rock hard. I put my tongue as deep as I could, she moanded very loud. She shouted more more deeper deeper and i put my finger in her pussy. First one, then the second and she didn’t notice that my hold hand was in her vagina. It was very wet in her cunt. I could feel her juice trickle down my hand. Now she also had her orgasm.But I wasn’t satisfied. I wanted more I wanted Fuck her.

My cock was rock hard and asked her to fuck me now. She said absolutly no it’s not right! I said please just a little bit. After a minute she said Ok But just a little bit so I put my prick in her cunt just the head of my cock but it was great! I said please just a little bit more. She said OH JEAHH PLEASE! Then I fucked her very hard, as deep as I could. It felt great! She was also very satisfied! More more she wanted more and deeper. She and I fucked godlike. We got 4 or 5 orgasm one after other.

She said that I was great and I could only reply that she was GODLIKE! It was the best day ever. Then I looked out of the window and it was dark I know that the class will soon be here so we got on our clothes and couldn’t fuck again this day. But the third day we did it again again and again!

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This story has a bit of truth to it, but it did not quite happen the way I tell it below, but I can always wish, right? None of the names are true and this is totally fiction. Thanks Sunny for your suggestions!

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Retirement wasn’t all it was cracked up to be! I really began to miss the day-to-day events of going to the office and inter-acting with my colleagues. A friend needed some help at the school where she taught English. The money wasn’t great, but it was better than sitting on my ass at home. I began teaching a group of students that were preparing to enter universities in the states. They need to pass an English exam and needed to improve their language skills before enrolling. Additionally, wives of some of the foreign executives would enroll so it was an interesting mix of students.

After the first couple of weeks of teaching a class of teens more interested in learning about American teen-age culture, I was surprised when the director brought a lady to sit in on my class. Asrar was a beautiful Arab MILF, the wife of a diplomat. After sitting in for a day she signed up for my class.

Asrar, I learned later that her name meant secret in Arabic, always dressed very stylish. Always, in western style clothes, always the top of the rack from the best ladies stores in town. She only wore the hajib scarf over her hair and wrapped it stylishly around her neck. Only her beautiful face was exposed to the outside world. When she joined my class it was winter and she normally wore a loose sweater and wool slacks, expensive suede slip-on flats with expensive jewelry around her neck and wrists.

As a student she was the best; always on time, homework ready, and attentive in class. I learned her husband was assigned to the consul and traveled a lot for his position. She had five children the oldest, a son was a freshman in college… already the typical American.

As time went on, other opportunities popped up and I decided to take another position. I announced that I was leaving to the class, giving the students a little time to get use to the idea of a new teacher and for me to finish the term. On my last day, as the other students left the room, I noticed Asrar, was lagging escort mahmutbey back, putting her books away and fumbling with her bag. I walked out of the room and came back thinking the room would be empty. Shutting the door behind me so I could make a phone call, I realized I was not alone.

Asrar was still sitting at her desk, but she had removed the hajib, a most unusual move for an Arab lady of her age. Her hair was flowing free over her shoulders.

“How did she keep all that hair wrapped up,” I thought not knowing what to say. Her hair was thick and black with a slight curl as it cascaded over her shoulder. I sat the phone down and walked to the back of the room. Asrar stood, she appeared taller than normal, but then I noticed she was wearing western pumps and a flowing skirt. As she stepped from the desk her skirt swished as she moved towards me with her hands outstretched, I took them as we embraced. The Arab mix of spices and perfume spread as I held her closer and tighter, not knowing what was going to happen next.

“I am going to miss you as my professor! It was the highlight of my day.”

My god, I never saw this coming! I could feel her breast pressing against my chest while she looked up at me with her wide almond eyes. She looked down and in a low voice, said “I know this is wrong, I have exposed myself to you. But I had to let you know that I considered you to be in my family and I could wear clothes like I would around my family.

“Asrar, I don’t know what to say…”

She pushed her face towards mine and with her lips open she pressed her lips to mine. It was only a few kisses when I felt her tongue probing, pushing deep into my mouth, and finally we were kissing like two teen-agers behind the football stadium. I didn’t know what was next but at this point I really didn’t care! Her arms wrapped around me and mine around her. I felt her hands on me like I would have never imagined and I let my right hand drop to her perfectly shaped bottom and felt her firm ass thru the silk of her skirt.

I think westerners often fantasize what is under the full burka that is worn by some Muslim women but, today eskort I was wondering what was under her stylish skirt, because my hands instinctively noticed the line of a garter belt and French cut panties under the light material.

She stepped back and looked at me then down at the toe of her shoes, “I would hope you could join me for lunch, would you follow me over to the Hilton?” Of course but, Asrar, you don’t have to do this.” Turning her head to the side, “But if I want to?” I smiled back at her. She put her hair back into a bun, rewrapped the hajib and we left the room for the last time. No one knew we had just kissed and felt each other like teenagers.

The school was in a somewhat exclusive high end business district, so I followed closely behind her black Mercedes and slid into a parking place across the row from her car. Walking into the hotel as friends, no one would have thought we had just been making out in my classroom.

Inside the lobby, I started towards the dining room when she whispered, “I can’t be seen eating in public with you, and I have a suite where we will eat.”

Stepping onto the elevator I felt her hand take mine and her body inch closer to me, looking down into her eyes I thought I saw heaven.

Once the door closed behind us, the hajib came off again, her hair was free and she became the sex kitten that kissed me in the classroom.

“Professor, please be mine today…” With that I noticed there wasn’t any food on the table and she began tugging me towards the bed room door.

Walking into the bedroom our arms wrapped around each other, Asrar fell back onto the bed and I fell with her. My hands went to the hem of her skirt and I pulled it up as he worked the side zipper exposing the olive skin of her bare thighs, between the high cut panties and the top of her tan stockings. Asrar, took the blouse off while I removed my trousers and shirt and in mere minutes we were laying on the bed, nude except for her erotic lingerie.

Kissing her cheeks I went down the softness of her face and neck and used my tongue between the cleavages of her breast again being overcome by the erotic scent of her perfume. Releasing her breast escort sultangazi with the front clasp of her matching bra, Asrar’s breast with their aroused nipples were free for my lips. Sucking one and then the other before I felt her push me back on to the bed.

Not struggling, my new lover went down my body until she was holding my cock in her hands, running her tongue up and down its length… stopping to kiss its girth every few inches until the precum started forming on the end of my cock and then she licked it away.

Asrar, took my cock into her hands and massaged it while her lips smeared her red lipstick over the head of my cock. With each passing minute, Asrar took more and more of my cock into her mouth until she had swallowed it all and was massaging my balls in her soft hands.

It didn’t take long before the cum began building in my cock and Asrar swung her legs over me and took my cock deep into her pussy. Settling down with all of my cock in her she began to sway back and forth until our hips began moving in together and her breast swung in the air in front of my face.

My god what are you doing to me, she screamed!

My hands had been on her ass and with her scream I reared back and swatted her tender ass with my open palm, getting her to scream again but loader!

“Kiss me baby!” I yelled, wanting her to bend forward so I could suck her luscious breasts. Biting at her nipples as they swayed in front of me. I wanted to cum in her pussy and it was beginning to build in my balls and move thru my cock. Asrar, started talking to me telling me she wanted me to cum in her now, how she wanted my seed in her pussy, and I couldn’t hold back! My cum shot into her pussy at the top of a stroke, she dropped back down, engulfing my cock as she dropped to catch her breath and rested squatting over my cock.

Asrar stretched out next to me after she slowly moved off my cock and for a minute she took my cock in her mouth and cleaned both of our cum from my throbbing rod.

Looking at her, kissing her face, I moved to do the same to her and licked the lips of her pussy as I cleaned the last drop of cum from her love canal.

She snuggled up again and kissed my face making me want to fuck her again … but a knock on the door interrupted us making love again. Asrar had preordered food and champagne it had arrived. It looked like she had come to play for more than an afternoon quickie. I would have to wait and find out.

What do you think happened after lunch?

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I can’t call this a dream anymore…it finally did happen…not exactly as written, but close enough…

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I dreamt about you…about your body, about how I touched you…aroused you…made love to you…about how you responded to me…about how you gave your body to our mutual pleasures…

Would you like me to share my dream with you? Would you like me to share how you looked to me? How I felt as I gazed on you beauty? How I felt as I touched you and seduced you?

My dream started with me walking up to your door. I saw myself knocking on the door in the middle of a bright spring morning. The sun warmed my back as I waited impatiently for you to come to the door. But once you opened it for me, the wait proved to be worth it!

The first thing I saw was your smile. It lit up your face touching each of your eyes as you looked at me. Your makeup was exquisitely done, not too much, but enough to enhance the innate beauty that is there. Your eyes shone as you looked at me from under their dark lashes. My heart leapt in my breast as I caught the look of absolute lust there.

Your full lips were coated in bright red lipstick. My first coherent thought was what would your lipstick look like on various parts of my body!

I didn’t have time to say do or say anything before you stepped back and told me to come in.

I turned to look at you as you closed and locked the door. You stood back against it giving me my first completely unobstructed look at you. You were dressed all in black. A black vest with a zipper down the middle that is open to the middle of your breasts. A tight black skirt with black nylons that encased your long legs and black high-heeled shoes completed the outfit.

I raised my head to look once again at your face. Your lips were slightly parted with just the hint of a shy smile. God it felt so wonderful to have such a beautiful woman as you want me, to have you ask me to come and share your day with you.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against yours. Our first kiss of the day was tender, but heartfelt. I was surprised by the taste of strawberries on your lips. The taste gave me a bump in my groin and I felt myself begin to stir down there.

I pressed my hands against the door behind you and my body against yours. You pushed back against me, feeling my beginning arousal. Our kiss became more passionate and intense.

I moved my mouth to tickle your ear. I slid my tongue around your jaw line and moved down over the exposed portion of your chest. My mouth found the zipper on your vest and I pulled it down… to discover that you aren’t wearing a bra…

I pulled the zipper down to the middle of your stomach, leaving only a couple of inches in its track still closed. I ran my tongue up your stomach, through the cleft of your breasts and back to your mouth. This time, when I pressed myself to you, you hold me tightly within your arms, pulling me hard against you.

I slide my knee between your legs and press it hard into your crotch. You moan into my mouth. Hearing your pleasure makes my heart sore and causes my cock to twitch. You feel the movement against you leg and giggle lightly into my mouth.

I kneel down in front of you and pull open the last of the zipper. My head slips inside your vest and I kiss my way up to your breast. I lick your warm skin, making circles around you nipple that get smaller and smaller as I go…soon I trap the nipple in my mouth and suckle on it softly. Your hands play with my head as I work the nipple in my mouth. You sigh contentedly as my mouth plays with you. I move to your other nipple and pull it quickly into my mouth, sucking a little too hard making escort sefaköy you gasp as I do so. You pull my head from your breast in mock anger, but soon allow me to latch onto it once again. I move back and forth between your breasts, taking my time to enjoy them for several minutes.

My hands are not idle. They move down, and then up your legs and delightfully discover that you are not wearing pantyhose, but rather nylons as my they find the warm, soft flesh at the tops of the welts…my hands continue moving upwards, carrying your skirt with them.

I can smell the incredible aroma of your sex. It is strong and intoxicating. My hands move upwards to clutch the cheeks of your ass and suddenly I discover why your scent is so strong…as you are not wearing panties either!

I slip to my knees and move my head down to kiss you legs above your stockings. You shiver at the touch of my lips so close to your sex. My hands pull you towards my mouth. I snake my tongue out to touch you just above your sex. I feel your body shudder once again. I push my head into your crotch and lick and suck at your seam for several minutes as you whimper and moan above me. Your hands caress my head as I play with you. Eventually you push me away and ask what you can do for me.

I stand up and ask you to take of my shoes and socks. I watch as you kneel before me and take them off. I then tell you to take of my pants. You smile up at me as you hands move to my belt. You still haven’t figured out how to open my belt. I laugh gently and open it for you. You smile as you unbutton and unzip my pants and move them down and off my legs. I ask you to keep going and your hands move up to remove my underwear.

My cock is standing up proud and strong when your hands move back up my legs. You caress my cock and balls giggling softly as you feel it pulse. You tell me how eager my cock feels for the touch of your hands. I tell you it’s not your hands that it is eager to touch!

You laugh and ask me what is it looking for? I tell you it is looking for something warm and wet. Again you laugh and this time give the head of my prick a nice gentle kiss.

You ask me is that what is looking for? I tell you, that while it is warm, it isn’t very wet. You smile and open you mouth to take me inside it. I growl and let you know that my prick is somewhat happy now that it has found a part of you that is warm and wet…

You say “only somewhat” as you move to take me back into your mouth. I tell you that my prick is dreaming of other warm, wet parts of you. Your giggle is muffled by my being in your mouth. My prick is discovering just how warm and wet your mouth can be…very…very…wet…and very…very…warm…

I love the way you work your tongue around my manhood. I love the feel of your mouth as I push myself in and out of you. The hungrier he gets, the deeper you take him in…and the wetter he becomes.

While you are sucking me, your hands travel up to my shirt and begin to unbutton it. Soon you are pulling it off me. I stand naked before you now, my hard cock in your mouth. For the first time, I can see all of my cock as it slides in and out of your mouth…it is coated with the bright red of your lipstick. The sight causes my cock to lurch in your mouth. I growl deep in my gut.

Grabbing you shoulders, I pull you up and spin you around, bending you over. You place your hands against the door. I unclip and unzip your skirt sliding it down to the floor. You kick it away as I move between your legs and easily slip my cock into your body. You gasp and I groan as I enter you.

I begin to move slowly, but you want none of that as you push back harder and faster against me. Our speed and strength increases as we fuck in the Fourier. My hands move along your delicious ass, feeling your cheeks and rubbing your thighs gently as we move together. I love the feel of your ass as it pushes escort bayan back into my hips. The soft cushions of flesh press against me again and again as we move together, heightening our responses.

I slide my hands along the sides of your body slipping under your open vest to cup and feel the weight of your breasts. I heft your tits and pull on the nipples causing you to shudder as my cock moves within you. Suddenly, I feel your cunt gripping me in waves and you ask excitedly if I can feel it. I know you are cumming and I let you have your orgasm.

After you finish, I pull myself from inside you. My crotch is soaked with your juices. I slip my hand down to touch you there to see if you are still wet enough to play and find that you are still more than ready.

I pull you into the living room and sit you on the arm of the sofa, slipping your vest from your body. I push you backwards until your shoulders are on the sofa and your ass is still on the arm. I pull your hips to me and sink my hard cock back into your body.

Your nylon-clad legs wrap themselves around me. I feel the hard leather of your high heels against my ass as I push in and out of you, moving faster and faster, harder and harder, until you have another strong orgasm.

I pull you up into a sitting position on the arm of the sofa. Your legs are still wrapped around me as I kiss you gently, my hard cock still within your body. I can feel your heart racing as we kiss.

You push me away and stand up, pulling me around to sit on the arm of the sofa. You kneel between my legs and take my cock into your mouth. You lick and suck me for several long minutes, your hands touching and tickling my balls at the same time. I ask you if you want me to cum. You ask me if I am ready to? I tell you I could be, but that I know you don’t like the taste. I ask if you are ready to go upstairs then for some more play.

We smile at each other and you stand up and grabbing my cock, pull me behind you as you move to the stairs. I have no choice but to follow, it hurts if I resist too much…lol.

We move up the stairs and, as we come to the first landing, I push you down onto your hands and knees. Standing on a stair below you, I am at the perfect position to just move forward and…

I enter you slowly and we spend several minutes just enjoying each other as we fuck. Soon you tell me your knees are hurting and I pull you up and into my arms. We kiss. Then you take me by my cock once more and start up the stairs to your room.

We hug and kiss our way to your bed, where you push me down onto my back. Once more you move between my legs and begin to lick and suck at me. I ask you if you want to do it by the numbers? You do not understand, so I explain that the numbers I am thinking or are 6 and 9. You laugh and turn around so that we can each use are mouths on the other.

You sling your leg over my head and I bring my lips to the welt of your nylon-covered leg. My hot breath baths the skin of your thigh above the welt as I bring my lips higher to touch the softness there. I kiss, nibble and nip my way up the back of your leg to your delectable ass. Now my tongue comes into play as I swipe it broadly along the crease of your cheek and your leg, moving inward slowly. I brush my breath over your sex but do not touch it with my mouth.

I love to look on your sex. To see it when it is swollen with excitement, to see it red with lust, to see the wetness running from it when you are horny.

You twitch as you feel the heat of my breath between your legs and try to press backwards toward me, but I move over to the other cheek and kiss my way down the inside of your thigh to the welt of the other stocking. You sigh and giggle around my cock as I tease you. I move back up to the juncture of your legs and this time bring my lips to kiss the lips I find there…you moan softly as I touch your heated centre.

I suck your escort atakent nether lips one by one into my mouth. I know how much you like the feel of this when I do it…I know how it makes your growl and shiver in lust. I take you lips back into my mouth but his time I use my teeth on your lips, pulling them and scrapping them. I know you are close because your hips are moving faster and faster as I tease you.

Finally, I take you clit into my mouth and suck on it. I feel you shudder and shake and know that you are very close to cumming. I flick my tongue over your clit and feel your ass begin to rise and I know you are ready. I take you clit back into my mouth and suck on it hard are you explode into my mouth. I love the feel of you when you are cumming, how you shake and shiver, how you move to keep yourself touching me intimately on your sex, yet try to pull away from me because it is so sensitive.

I feel myself beginning to come close. Once again I warn you and ask if you want me there or elsewhere? You groan but move yourself off of me and swing to sit over me placing your hot sex against my cock. It is wet from your mouth, but soon it is wet and much more slippery from your sex.

I enjoy the feel of you rubbing yourself against me as you move back and forth on top of me. You reach down to kiss me and as you do so the angle to your sex changes and the head of my penis slips inside. I groan into your mouth and push with my hips sending my manhood deeper into you until I hear a whimper coming from you as it reaches as far as it can.

Since you are on top of me, you set the pace for the both of us. You move to suit yourself as roll and bounce gently on top of me. My body is getting more and more excited as you move towards another orgasm. My body is racing to catch up to yours but all to soon you cum again and collapse on top of me. It is too late for me to catch up to you but I don’t mind.

I sit up with you pulling you into my embrace and giving you tender kisses as your body comes down from it’s high. Your legs are cramped beneath you in this position so you move them behind me. We are sitting together with my hardness still inside you as we kiss gently. Your body is still moving and soon begins to build toward another release of pleasure.

I hug you tightly to me as you move against me, urging yourself toward your newest release. You kiss me hungrily as your body moves faster and faster. Soon enough you clench tightly against me and moan into my mouth as you cum hard. I hug you throughout your orgasm as your sex squeezes my cock strongly. I am so close to cumming but once again your orgasm subsides before I achieve my needed release.

I lay you down on your back and move between your legs. I tell you I have to cum now and am going to fuck you for me…you tell me you are ready for me…

I move into you easily as you are still open from your last orgasm. I lean down and kiss your nipples, taking first one then the other into my mouth. I move up to kiss you gently as my movements become stronger and harder.

I move my arms under your knees and push them back, giving me more access to you. Soon my thrusts begin to achieve their desired affect as I feel my balls tighten. My hips are slapping forcefully against you as I pump myself in and out of you with stronger and stronger thrusts. The loud sound of our flesh slapping together reverberates off the walls of the bedroom.

I feel the tension mounting in my nuts as I move closer and closer to my release. I ask you if you are ready and you tell me you are and I tell you that I will come soon. I thrust for a couple of more minutes until I feel myself tipping over the edge. With a deep groan I tell you I’m cumming and let go inside of you.

My orgasm is strong. I feel myself shoot several loads of cum into you. My orgasm leaves me weak but I keep myself up on my hands and knees to kiss you once more. I roll over on my side and take you with me, my hand rubbing you back gently as we quietly kiss.

You reach down to feel me and discover that I am already starting to get hard again. You laugh and tell me that you are not quite ready for round two but your kisses are getting hotter every time you touch my lips…round two is not too far away…

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1

Amy stared at the square black envelope, placed conspicuously on the driver’s seat of her sport utility vehicle. After a quick scan of the faculty parking lot, the twenty-five year old plucked the envelope from its resting place and climbed into the truck, her tailored skirt sliding up her bare legs as she did so. Her heart beating insistently, Amy pulled the slip of paper from the black enclosure.

“Oh, Franklin,” she sighed, reading the familiar script. “What shall I do with you?” Amy glanced at the clock on the dashboard, flicked open her cellular phone, and dialed her husband.

“Daniel, sweetheart?” Amy ran glistening, dark red lipstick across her pursed lips.

“Oh, hi, darling,” Daniel replied, distracted. “I actually meant to call you — I’ll be late tonight.”

She felt a puff of relief. “Oh no, not again, sweetie. It doesn’t seem fair.”

“Well, unless you want your new Range Rover repossessed, I’ve got to stay.”

Amy heard the clicking of keys from his computer. Only the flimsiest of alibis would be required, and so that was what she offered.

“Well, as it turns out, I won’t be home until nine anyway. Holly and I are going to hit the stores to pick up materials for next week’s lesson.”

“O.k., I shouldn’t be much later than that,” he answered, and Amy again heard the chattering of his keyboard. “I’ll call otherwise.”

Liberated, Amy brought her vehicle’s large engine to life, and roared out of the Murray P. Sloan High School parking lot.

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Unlike many of the abandoned buildings surrounding it, the Lehigh Hotel had at least received something in return for the honor it surrendered long ago. It may not have been prosperity, but it was enough to allow the hotel’s continued operation, which was more than could be said of the fire-blackened movie theatre joined to its north wall, or the gutted department store attached to the south. Compared to these failed structures, the Lehigh’s shabby maroon awnings, faded sign, and intact windows appeared welcoming.

Amy glided past the leering hotel manager, and self-consciously tugged the collar of her blouse together, which although modestly cut, was pulled tight over her full breasts. She hated this ritual inspection by the manager, a fat, balding man whose name she remembered as Lewis. Furthermore, no matter when she was summoned to the hotel, he was there, either reclining on the ripped leather chair behind the desk, or flipping through a magazine, occasionally pornographic.

Feeling the slight blush imposed by escort çapa the manager fading from her cheeks, Amy tapped on the battered door of room 17.

“This afternoon’s entertainment is here,” she announced to Franklin as he swung open the creaking door. Falling into his arms, she detected a trace of the cologne she had recently purchased for him as a birthday gift.

“Mmm, you smell nice, baby,” Amy said softly, craning her neck to look up at him. “And you look nice, too,” she added, stepping back from him and appreciating the way his broad, muscled chest stretched taut his black t-shirt.

“Nice-looking for an old man, right?”

“Forty-seven is not old,” she corrected him, watching him grimace. “You certainly don’t act it.”

“Oh, thanks, that makes me feel a whole lot better,” he laughed, and Amy lightly pulled him by the hand into the dim room. It was illuminated only by the glow of candles, and a sliver of sunlight peeking through a crack in the drawn curtains.

“Four weeks is too long, honey,” he murmured, sliding his hand along the gentle curve of her bottom, still encased in her tight white skirt.

Jokingly, Amy slapped his hand away. “Aren’t you at least going to buy me a drink, sailor?” She reached for the two glasses of champagne already waiting on the end table. Handing him one of the flutes as he sat down on the edge of the bed, Amy took a sip of the lightly bubbling wine. Its chill was delightful, contrasting with the sticky heat of this late-summer day, for which the room’s small, rattling air conditioner was no match.

“Oh my god, this is so good.” She took another, more generous, mouthful. “Tell me this wasn’t expensive, Franklin.”

“Well, I’ve saved up – as you know, we haven’t spent much on hotel bills,” he answered, waving at the cramped, spare room.

She smiled, wondering just how much they had spent on the Lehigh’s consistently miserable rooms during the last seven years. Despite Franklin’s regular pleas to frequent plusher hotels, Amy insisted on their meetings always taking place here. The Lehigh Hotel’s unfortunate location in a desolate corner of the city, a highway and a world away from Amy’s suburban home, was among the reasons. Although she always felt nervous threading her way through the hostile neighborhood ringing the hotel, it was that neighborhood which protected her secret, at least by anyone she knew.

“Oh, I love this song!” Amy gave a quick twist to the volume control of the radio Franklin had brought escort bayan istanbul along, and the suggestive rhythm of a dance track poured out of its speakers. After taking another gulp of champagne, Amy set her glass down, lifted her arms above her head, and began swaying her hips to the music. Franklin leaned back on his elbows, watching Amy’s golden hair cascade down her shoulders as she freed it from its ponytail.

Moving to the pulsing beat of the song, Amy fixed her clear, blue eyes on Franklin, and slowly undid each button on her blouse. As she moved toward him, Amy allowed the open shirt to fall from her, and then lazily slid the thin straps of her white lace brassiere from her shoulders. Franklin reached for her, but Amy twirled away from him, leaving him staring at her back.

“Now, there’s not a bit of patience in you, Mr. Franklin Wainwright, is there?” she scolded him playfully, peering at him over her bare shoulder.

“It is not impatience, my dear,” he replied, amused, “but a profound weakness for you, and I’d like to think of that as a virtue, not a vice.”

“Oh, my mistake,” she laughed, taking a few more steps away from him, and letting the brassiere drop to the carpet. Her large breasts swaying freely, she felt a bit of relief from the room’s warmth as she continued to rhythmically weave through the maze of cheap furniture. As she encountered the wall across from the bed, she stopped and reached behind her, her fingers locating the zipper of her skirt. Her hips undulating to the beat of the music, Amy forced the metal tab of the zipper down. Looking back at Franklin, she gradually wriggled out of the garment’s clinging fabric, leaving her body adorned only by the delicate strip of a white thong, and her heeled sandals.

“You are magnificent, Amy. You don’t know how I’ve missed you.”

“Why, thank you.” Spurred by his compliment, Amy turned and sauntered toward him, permitting him ample time to take in the gentle curves of her body in the flickering, amber candlelight. “Please tell me, darling,” she inquired, climbing on the bed to straddle him where he sat, “what is it that you missed so much?”

His dark, brown eyes twinkled. “Everything, my dear. Although,” he continued, inhaling deeply as he brushed his lips across her neck, “there are some things that I missed more than others.”

“Oh, is that so?” Amy ran her fingers through his thick, flowing hair, gently guiding him to her breasts.

Franklin brought his mouth to her nipple, and lightly escort etiler flicked it with the tip of his tongue. “Exquisite,” he whispered, looking up at her as he began to suck insistently on the hardening nub. His hand reached up to cradle her other breast, his thumb and index finger occasionally pinching its engorged nipple.

Amy let her head fall back, enchanted by the sensations washing over her. There was the calming fog of the champagne, peeling each of the day’s concerns from her. The scent of jasmine being released from the candles sprinkled across the room. And the soothing repetition of the music’s beat. Even the heat of the room, it seemed, had opened the pores of her skin, magnifying the intensity of each of her lover’s kisses, nibbles, and caresses.

Dreamily, Amy slid her hand down to tug at the zipper of his pants.

“Mmm, how’s my big boy?” she asked softly, reaching in and wrapping her fingers around the familiar width of his penis. Pleased that he was already hard, she gingerly extracted the thick shaft, and sank to her knees.

“He’s desperately hungry for you, dear Amy,” Franklin rasped, slowly leaning back on the bed.

“No,” she replied, pausing to moisten her lips, “I’m the one who’s hungry, darling.”

Amy grasped his erection by the base to steady it, and swiftly pushed all she could into her mouth. She delighted in Franklin’s gasp as she began to roughly pump the oversized member in and out of her soft lips. Although Amy tried to slow down — she had meant to tease him, torture him — she couldn’t stop herself. Franklin seemed to sense it, and with his hand, gathered up her flailing hair into a makeshift ponytail and used it to force her head up and down his length.

After only a few moments, Amy heard his breathing change to a jagged series of quick huffs, and felt his large body shift. Pulling him from her mouth with a noisy slurp, Amy looked up at him.

“Let me have it, darling. Do it in my mouth.”

Amy glanced down at the swollen penis aggressively pulsing in her hand, admiring it. Impatiently, Franklin grabbed the back of her head, and plowed the wedge deep into her mouth. After only a few, short strokes, the muscles in his 225-pound frame tensed, and soon Amy felt spurt after spurt of his warm, syrupy liquid sprinkling her tongue. She began sucking, her lips hugging his skin, while her hand vigorously milked the twitching shaft. Amy held on tightly, not wanting the slippery, thrusting cock to escape her mouth until she had subdued it.

After a moment, when Amy was convinced that she had coaxed the last of his ejaculate from him, she stood up, and slowly ran her tongue across her glistening lips.

“There’s more where that came from, isn’t there, baby?” she asked sweetly, sliding her panties down her tanned legs and onto the floor.

-Continued in Part Two-

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