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-This story is copyrighted 2000 by Mark Anthony. It may not be reproduced or posted anywhere else in any way, shape or form without express permission.

-This is a work of erotic fiction, involving explicit sexual acts between female adults. If it ain’t your cup of tea, read something else. If you are under 18 years of age, ditto.

-Send comments and feedback to [email protected]. All of it is welcome. Author’s note: Though I have done some research for this story, Castle Streinhenburg & Brachendauch are not actual real-life locations. Any omissions/errors in the story are mine.

Synopsis: Strange incidents are occurring at Streinhen castle, a German Castle turned Inn on the banks of the Rhine; Emily is plagued by dreams where she is ravished by a ghost who bears a striking resemblance to her friend Liana…

9. Awakening

Curled up in a ball beneath the covers of the bed, Emily Bryden was afraid to get up.

She hugged one of the three pillows resting on the canopy bed, clutching it against her body like an anxious child would a teddy bear. In her mind, disturbing imagery flashed on and on incessantly. Closing her eyes as hard as she could, she tried thinking of something else. But the thoughts continued to taunt her, and the heat radiating from her sensitive box served as a cruel reminder of the very real hold they had on her. She felt tears of desperation rise up, but she somehow could not bring herself to let it all out.

She eventually roused from the bed, walking about aimlessly on the carpeted floor, her solitary sulking darkening her mood further. She spared a glance at Liana’s undisturbed bed, and felt sudden pangs of worry and confusion squeeze her heart. Emily had the strangest feeling, like something had happened to her.

As much as she didn’t want to confront the strange dreams that had haunted her throughout the night, she still very much wanted to make sure that the central figure in all of them was safe and sound. Surely there were no sexual implications in that, were there?

Emily left for the bathroom and showered very briefly, as if the mere fact of her nakedness might spur more of the strange urges and feelings she was attempting ignore. She made sure the water was cold, and fought to stay under the icy stream as if it could wash away all of her dark, sensuous thoughts. Much to her chagrin, she felt a brief rush of arousal as she caught a glimpse of herself in the bathroom mirror, water dripping from her curvaceous body, nipples stiff from the frigid temperature of the shower.

She instantly chastised herself, wresting with that elusive part of her subconscious which had signaled her body to react with pleasure at the sight of her nudity.

I must be losing my mind, she thought.

Minutes later, Emily strode into the suite, and sat on her bed, wrapped in a silk, navy-blue kimono. She stared blankly at the window and the green hills beyond it. It was ten, perhaps eleven in the morning, and sounds from the busy medieval town in the valley below reached the top of the cliff where Streinhen castle rested. Emily carefully stepped into that dangerous part of her mind which contained her memories of last night, thinking hard of that last moment when she was fully aware and conscious.

Her eyes wandered to the desk beside the window where she remembered reading the diary. And there did the old book, with its brownish, musty cover, sit.

She shivered involuntarily, and fought the urge to panic. ‘It’s only a book’, she repeated in her mind over and over. Yet the memory of how it had drawn her into the dreamtime was surfacing, and with it fear and incomprehension.

The white candle which had burned next to it had melted down to a fraction of an inch, a hardened puddle creamy wax now resting on the varnished surface. Emily’s eyes shifted between it and the diary with mixture of dread and frustration. She felt thorn between getting to the bottom of the mystery which had so disrupted her life, and retreating to the safety of the castle lobby, filled with plenty of modern-day, real-life tourists who had nothing to do with ghosts and outrageously libidinous dreams.

Emily sighed heavily, trying to exorcise her fear in a single long breath, assembled her courage, stood up and walked over the desk. She reached for the diary hesitantly, opened it and began quickly flipping the pages. She punctuated her glimpses through the worn yellowing pages with long glances outside the window, hoping to shake any influence the book might have on her frail psyche by concentrating on something else every couple of seconds. But it quickly became evident that daylight chased away any such power the diary might have, and Emily found she could easily look away from the ancient scribbling whenever she wished. Furthermore, no strange apathy came over her. Moments later, she began flipping frantically though the personal journal, desperately searching for answers.

10. Kristin’s Diary entries

Anna, oh sweet beautiful Anna, how I long for thee! bursa escort Those few precious moments during the Barons’ feast, where we managed to elude our respective sentries to share a blissful embrace! I kissed thee, kissed every part of thy lovely body, and still thirsted for more! How can I live without knowing such pleasure everyday and every night? I have no choice but to crave thee, crave thy soft touch in every waking moment of my loveless, unhappy existence! Why does Father pursue his vendetta against thy family? Why did my heart find such love, and deny me the right to live it freely, under the sky, the sun, the moon and the stars? Why must I suffer thus?

Father was wounded yesterday by vile retainers of Count Schtaffen who had cornered him while he hunted for sport with his usual entourage. He has professed vengeful oaths anew, to destroy the Count’s whole family line, words which have only drowned my heart with further sorrow. Dear Father, how I love thee, but please do not pierce my heart with the sword that would fall upon my pretty Anna!

I feat Brother Hilmund has begun to suspect strange goings on between our house and Schtaffen’s, and I fear that he might be onto the secret I share with Anna. Precautions must I now take that this record of my most secret thoughts be not discovered by prying eyes. I have kept this diary in a safe place, but prudence counsels that I remove it to another safe place as the seasons change. God forbid he summons my Father to voice concerns real or imagined!

Sweetest, most consuming of passions! A kiss from thine lips, Sweet Anna, is enough to rouse me from death’s embrace and fill my heart with incandescent joy like the phoenix which rises from the ashes at the moment of rebirth! Though the master of the guards appointed by Father sought my person for a day, he will not speak of my momentary vanishing after I have instructed him so. Surely the threat of my Father’s wrath at having lost his precious daughter in a street full of commoners is enough incentive to keep that secret to the grave. If only he knew what pleasures I partook in his absence, if only he suspected the joy his dereliction has bought for me, thought furtive and ephemeral it felt to my restless, loving heart! Anna, I would risk the entire world for an hour at thy beside!

I have tasted and kissed thee, Anna, but wish above all to hold thee in my arms, hold thee as man holds wife, with love and contentment! Rumors of an impending visit by questing knights in search of brides to marry fill my soul with dread, but a look in thine eyes chases all away, replacing it with hope for a future hat must be shared, if need be, in secret. I pray that none will come to my Father’s door, claiming hospitality and the hand of maidens to carry off to their lands. I pray for a continuation of our love, eternal as the flow of the Styx, the rising of the sun, and the shining light of quixotic moon in the cloudless night sky.

Cruel Fate! Cruel Destiny, Chance and Circumstance! A fortnight ago, a man clad in armor and bearing the sword and standard of the Heimdall line shouted for servants to accommodate him after a night’s ride from Boerhen. Seeking an audience with my Father, he forthwith demanded the right for my hand, in accordance to the Germanic tradition, providing proof of his line’s ascendancy over numerous baronies and villages stretching from the banks of the Rhine to the Frankish lands. Father has agreed, on conditions that remain unknown to me, and I have since exiled myself in my chambers, refusing admittance to all but lowly servants.

Father is upset, and I can sense an ominous nervousness in those few servants who bring me food, and beg for me to acquiesce to his demands. I fear that my days may grow short indeed, but I cannot will my heart to cease loving Anna anymore than I can agree to marry this beastly man who seems to thrive of murder and blood, suffer his invasions upon my person or spawn his sons into this world.

Emily reached the last page of writing, all of the rest unadorned by the Germanic writing. She pondered the meaning of the few entries she had just read with apprehension, the unmistakable ominous tone of the final entries arousing worry. There was a fleeting impression as she gazed upon the pages once more, as if she were remembering elements of an old fairy tale she had heard as a child. Somehow, part of her mind told her she knew the details of this strange tale, though she could not readily summon a specific memory of it.

She blinked in a heartbeat, perplexed as she focused on the last line of writing in the diary. Suddenly, the awareness came that every word on the page was transcribed in medieval German.

In a quick motion, Emily snapped the old book shut. The heavy thump echoed in the large suite, and a dusty smell filled her nostrils. She threw it back violently upon her bed, and took deep breaths, trying not to hyperventilate. Strange dreams, weird tales of Gothic lesbian affairs, seemingly ancient diaries written in arcane tongues-yet easily readable by 21st century escort bursa contemporaries… it was all too much.

She looked about, cursing inwardly for the hundredth time and wondering where Liana had gone!

She reached for her suitcase, pulling out fresh clothes with sudden and furious energy. Though shy of nature, Emily Bryden prided herself on being able to exert a surprising force of character when the situation called for it.

One way or another, she was going to get to the bottom of all of this.

11. Ghost Tales

Emily caught sight of the tour guide standing nonchalantly the Inn lobby, and signaled him at once with a gesture of the hand. He waited patiently while she joined him, next to a stone support column which rose and vanished up into the high stone ceiling above.

“What can I do for you miss…?” the guide asked, with a hint of recognition that Emily knew went back to their own visit of the battlements two days earlier. He paid attention to the fact that the woman wore a dark green wrap skirt and a snow-white shirt with supple cuffs, chastely buttoned up to the collar. He could not help but paused briefly to admire her beauty, her blond hair tied back in a simple but stylish knot, her shapely figure graceful and poised. But her delicate features were marred by a disarming look of worry that found its purest manifestation in the deep blue of her pretty eyes.

“Bryden” she stated simply, in guise of introduction. She stared at him resolutely, but her embarrassment was clear when she resorted to a hushed tone. “I was wondering if there’s ever been reports of… strange events occurring in the castle?”

He looked at her mutely for a moment, scrutinizing her. “Uhh… define ‘strange'” he whispered, his voice uncertain.

Emily sighed, and resigned herself to a more direct approach. “I… heard rumors that this was a haunted castle. Two tourists were talking about this incident that transpired here in 1967 or something…”

“I’m afraid I haven’t heard anything of the sort in all my years here Miss Bryden.”

Emily mustered up all the disappointment she could and let it rise up in her eyes as she pouted. The man’s discomfort at disappointing the young woman was immediately, painfully evident.

“Ah,” he quickly added, “Well… although I don’t *personally* know of any strange happenings here, I know of a local legend which finds its origin in a tragedy which took place at the beginning of the fourteenth century.”

Emily’s eyes betrayed her sudden, grave interest. Her hands clasped the man’s arms urgently. “What tragedy?!”

Passing tourists turned their heads towards them while the echo of her exited voice traveled down the corridor.

“Uhm, you understand” the guide began, his voice still hushed, “that the details are sketchy at best, since reliable accounts have been either destroyed, damaged or lost through the centuries. The gist of it, however, is that the daughter of Markwald Streinhen, the most powerful robber baron of the region, died in unfortunate circumstances, sometime in 1305.”

Emily swallowed hard. Her mind worked furiously, one part assessing the truth of the story the diary had partially revealed, the other thinking back to her thoughts and impressions in the dreams that haunted her nights.

“What kind of unfortunate circumstances?” she said, pressing the guide.

The man’s eyebrows shot up, conveying his bewilderment at her apparent agitation. “Some surviving records imply that a knight who had sworn allegiance to an enemy of the Streinhen family may have killed her purposefully, but that seems doubtful since Marlwald was the most established and powerful local authority of the region at that time. Moreso even than the old Count Schtaffen, who was his chief rival. In fact, historians believe that this story refers to the murder of the Count’s daughter, not Markwald’s. The former was old and frail, and evidence suggests the murder of his daughter may have been carried out at Streinhen’s behest.”

Emily’s whisper was like the cold breeze on an icy lake. “Anna…”

The guide nodded curtly, his eyes gazing to the firm grip she held on his arm. “Yes, Anna Schtaffen… you have studied the local history then?”

Emily fired back with a question of her own. “Kristin… Kristin Streinhen was the daughter of Markwald, wasn’t she?”

“Yes, that is correct.”

“How did she die?”

The man frowned as Emily’s hands squeezed his arm desperately.

“It is believed that she threw herself from the East Tower and into the precipice below. Since then, popular myths have propagated stories of her ghostly presence within the castle walls.”

Emily Bryden nodded curtly and finally relinquished her hold on his arm, obviously shaken by his response. He began mouthing some kind of an apology as he rubbed the sore limb, but she merely gave him a stunned look and silently strolled off, her hands dangling loosely to her sides.

12. Searching

Liana had pulled a perfect disappearing act.

Emily would bursa escort bayan have been fuming had she not been so concerned for her friend’s life. The guide’s words were an forbidding omen, a tale that rang true in her mind and soul. On a very basic, almost unconscious level, she hardly even questioned the possibility of having fallen, along with her friend, under the spell of a ghost intent on toying or using them. The rational part of her mind, which began at once to attempt to figure out where Liana might have gone, concluded that it was best to operate on the assumption that she *wasn’t* going mad, just in case there was, in fact, a ghost haunting the castle.

In her heart, a more serious battle raged. Buried beneath the fear and worries stirred a strange, fascinatingly new perspective; a key had turned in a locked door, and it had opened ever so slightly. Emily Bryden has banished the thoughts from her mind consistently, but they just seemed to crop up in her mind again and again. she could not deny the reality of her multiple climaxes in the last two nights, no more than she could ignore the acute sensitivity of her breasts, thighs, pussy – practically her whole body. But the truth of her sudden, hidden yearnings seemed too shameful a concept to sustain prolonged scrutiny in her own mind.

As she attempted to draw information from the castle gatekeeper who had seen Liana drive off in the rented car that very morning, as she quizzed the morning busboys and waiters in the dinner hall for clues as to her friend’s destination, Emily fought not to think about those enthralling nights past, of their unreal yet exciting quality… when she had experienced the soft, intimate touch of another person

She had been certain of her instinctive distaste of male companionship, but the absolute bliss she had experienced in dreamtime now pointed to a new path. If the focus of her search for Liana was aimed at warning her of the dangers of staying in Streinhen, and of initiating immediate departure from the premises for another place to reside in for the night, then why was her heart pounding faster every time she visualized her friend’s face? Why was a subtle current running up her legs, converging in her womb, sending delicious, forbidden thrills through her body, making her sigh despite herself?

All avenues save the involvement of the Hotel and police personnel were exhausted by mid-afternoon, the staff wondering if she wasn’t loosing her mind after she had questioned a sizable lot of them on anything from her friend’s whereabouts to the possibility of the castle grounds being haunted. Emily retreated into a lobby, defeated, and slumped in a cozy leather chair, feeling the tears of frustration welling up in her eyes.

She felt isolated, alone, and powerless… turbulent emotions raging inside her… struggling to breach the surface of her quiet, reserved facade.

“No!” Emily hissed to herself, alone in the richly decorated salon. She breathed deeply, focused on the moment, and felt strength and determination flooding back within her. Her arms clasped around her shoulders as she hugged herself for comfort. This situation called for firm resolve, and she was bent on to living up to her untapped potential.

She made for the main Hotel lobby, next to the administrative offices. Once there, she called a clerk and requested that reservations for two be made for a nightly stay at the Hotel Richtoffen, roughly twenty seven miles downstream from the castle.

“Certainly madam,” the clerk responded, in perfect English. “May I ask for what day?”

“Miss, actually” Emily snapped, sharper than she intended. “Reserve for tonight. I’ll be leaving as soon as my friend arrives, hopefully before nightfall.”

The dark-haired man’s expression grew troubled. “But surely Miss has heard the reports?”

Emily gave him a blank look.

He frowned, his bushy eyebrows coming together. “A bad storm will be hitting the whole region before sundown-a regional warning has been issued. With muddy, unlit country roads between here and Richtoffen, it would be extremely dangerous to drive.”

Emily fought for control of herself and succeeded, her facade remaining untroubled. She slowly turned, in a rigid sort of way which the clerk found a bit upsetting, and walked away without saying another word.

13. Stormy horizons

The whole sky was ablaze with blue lightning by 5 PM. All shutters in halls and suites were closed, except in the newly renovated sitting room of the West wing, which had a thick panoramic window that could easily withstand the high winds and torrential downpours, offering a spectacular sight. Emily had crawled into a heavy black leather chair not unlike the one in the lobby, facing the large pane of glass and the gloomy rage of the elements beyond. She still nursed the same drink, one hour after a waiter had brought it to her.

Outside, under a dark sky, wind blew fiercely and rain poured down violently upon the forested valley below. For the thousandth time, she glanced towards the large outside corridor — the main hallway that lead to the luxury suites Liana would have to pass through in order to get back to their shared accommodations. For the thousandth time she sighed in desperation.

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“Danny, I need you now, I want to feel you inside me.” Hayley’s voice was urgent and pleading.

He looked her, her arms outstretched, her naked body with those tanned breasts, her legs apart and ready for him.

“At last,” he thought as he lowered himself and guided his erection towards her pussy.

Danny woke in a mixture of anger and frustration. This dream had haunted him and taunted him for almost two years, always ending just before he could consumate his fantasy, at least in a dream. He looked at the three photos of her on his bedside table. His hand moved to the only reality of his dream, his erection.

TWO YEARS BEFORE

It had started a week after he graduated and joined Supreme Corp as a junior trainee manager. His first days were stressful and nervous as he met new people, tried to work out who was important and tried to understand what he was supposed to do.

He had parked in the company carpark, at the back, as was appropriate for a junior trainee manager and was walking to the office building, his mind focused on the tasks of the day ahead. His revery was interrupted by the loud blast of a car horn. He stepped back as a red Porsche Boxter sped through at three times the carpark speed limit. He watched as the Porsche was parked next to the office entrance. The parks reserved for important people.

His first sight of Hayley was a long, elegant leg extending from the Porsche. She stood up and looked around, her gaze resting on him briefly. Her hair was blond, cut in a high fashion bob coming to half way down her neck, her blue eyes were penetrating, her broad cheekbones and slim nose were aristocratic and her expression was haughty. Out of character, but really enhancing it, were her full red lips.

She was wearing a white, full sleeved blouse which was close fitting, showing off a tiny waist and prominent uplifted breasts. Her black business skirt clung tightly to her rounded backside. She bent over to pick something from the car giving Danny an even better opportunity to study the effects of her skirt.

Now holding her laptop computer, she glanced at him again. Danny was still staring, transfixed in awe.

“Why don’t you watch where you are going. You’ll cause an accident.” Her voice was strong and her gaze was domineering.

“I think you might have been going over the speed limit,” said Danny, his voice croaking as he pointed at a sign.

She looked at him steadily for 10 seconds. “What did you say?”

Danny knew she had heard and didn’t feel inclined to repeat it. With a swirl of her skirt Hayley marched through the entrance foyer. Danny looked at the wording on the sign of her carpark: “Executive Assistant to the CEO.” He didn’t feel good as he walked to his office.

It took him an hour to regain his focus and start working. The legs, the body and the breasts. And her face. Her arrogant expression seemed to enhance her beauty.

“I guess she’s 10 years older than me, but I’ve never seen anything like her.”

Then he remembered her reaction to his comment and worried that there might be repercussions.

Two days later he noticed her going into his manager Jack’s office.

“What does she do here?” he asked his supervisor.

“That’s Hayley Stewart and she’s the untrained pit-bull terrier. Tony Jacobs is the CEO and she’s his assistant. More than that, his right hand. She makes sure people get things done. Whatever you do, don’t get on the wrong side of her.”

Danny felt something heavy in his stomach.

Five minutes later Jack and Hayley came out of his office. She stared around the room. Then she pointed at Danny and and spoke agitatedly to Jack. Whatever it was in Danny’s stomach, it now felt heavier.

Later that day Jack called him into his office for a “friendly chat”.

“So you’ve met Hayley Stewart already Danny?”

He nodded.

“She says you almost caused an accident.”

“She was driving at 60 in a 20 zone.”

“She usually does.”

Jack smiled. “Danny, Hayley’s title may only be “Assistant”, but she’s a powerful woman. She has the ear of Tony Jacobs who trusts her completely. She likes her power and she likes new staff to know it.

“You are a trainee, she’s a senior executive. It’s not your job to tell her about her driving.

“But don’t worry too much. She’ll find someone else to bully before the week is finished. She doesn’t usually bear a grudge, she just likes to throw her position around. Just don’t disagree with her.

“And she is no go territory. She’s married to a millionaire stockbroker. You’ll be in trouble if you even think about trying anything.”

It was Friday night. On both the previous nights Danny had masturbated with images of Hayley’s backside, her breasts and her lips in his mind. As he made love to his girlfriend Sophie, he imagined he was between the legs which had emerged from the Porsche.

He found Hayley on the corporate staff site, copied her photo onto his computer and managed to superimpose her head onto the body of a porn star who was altyazılı porno in particularly wanton and inviting pose.

Supreme Corp was a big company and often he would not see her weeks. Occasionally they would pass in a corridor. She didn’t even acknowledge his existence. Once he had to take Jack’s report to her in her office. She kept him waiting for half an hour as she spoke on the telephone.

“Why is this late?”

As he was the messenger, not the author, he didn’t reply.

She stared at him for a few seconds then turned to her computer. He was dismissed.

At the Supreme Corp Christmas function Hayley wore a low cut evening dress and looked even more stunning and sensuous. Geoff, her wealthy husband was there. He had movie star good looks, expensive clothes and a large gold Rolex watch. Hayley was always holding his hand. When they danced she rested her cheek on his shoulder and seemed to push her body into him.

“She’s rubbing herself right up on his cock!” Danny thought and imagined that happening to him.

They danced close to his table, Hayley’s eyes were closed in apparent bliss. She happened to open them to see Danny’s gaze. Her face froze for a moment, then she made a big show of pushing herself even closer to Geoff and nuzzling his cheek.

Geoff and Danny happened to meet in the queue at the bar. Geoff was the opposite of his wife, friendly, unpretentious and a relaxed conversationalist. Danny’s confidence was bolstered by a drink too many and they spoke easily.

“I suppose you know my wife Hayley Stewart?”

Danny feigned bewilderment. “Hayley Stewart?”

“She’s Tony’s exec assistant. Works on the fifth floor.”

“Supreme Corp is a big company. No, I’ve never heard of her.”

Unfortunately Hayley chose that time to join her husband. She didn’t acknowledge Danny.

“Darling, I’ll introduce you to a colleague of yours, we’ve been having a good chat and somehow he hasn’t heard of you. Danny, this is my wife Hayley.”

Danny extended his hand and was rewarded with a brief touch as they shook hands.

“Danny is it? Yes. I can’t say I’ve ever noticed you.”

Geoff looked at Hayley in surprise at her rudeness, but she took his arm and led him away.

Danny was worried. He went over to Jack and told him what had happened.

“You idiot. I’ve told you not to be smart. She regards it as her job to put junior staff in their place. And the more men ogle her, the more she acts like that. Don’t get me wrong, she’s been turning heads since she was a teenager and loves it. She thinks that gives her power over men. So stop ogling her. Everytime I see you anywhere near her, your eyes are sticking out.”

“What will she do?”

“Nothing now, probably, but she’ll remember.”

Sophie had also noticed.

“You spent all night staring at her,” she pouted.

She insisted on being dropped off at her home. Danny didn’t mind as later that night the hand that had touched Hayley did its job.

The company magazine had many photos of the Christmas function. Danny found two more shots of Hayley and again superimposed her head on the bodies of uninhibited porn stars to help him with his solo sex.

Danny was bright and hard working and he was promoted to supervisor after a year. His contacts with Hayley had continued to be just passing in the corridor where each made obvious efforts not to notice each other.

As a supervisor he was required to attend a meeting where Jack presented the departmental budget to Tony Jacobs.

“I want you here to dig out any supporting figures they ask me for. Don’t say anything except to answer questions. Hayley will be there and she’ll ask the tough questions. And don’t stare at her”

There were four people at the meeting: Danny, Jack, Tony and Hayley. It was the first time Danny had met Tony except for saying “Good morning” if they met in the corridors. However Tony made an effort to make him feel at home and congratulated him on his promotion.

During the pleasantries Hayley studied files, except for one moment when she raised her head and briefly looked at Danny. Unfortunately Danny had been glancing at her tanned cleavage at exactly that moment. Hayley’s expression wasn’t pleasant.

Tony conducted the review which went amicably and Jack answered all the questions easily.

“You’ve forecast Texas sales to go down. That can’t be right, that’s been a big growth state for us.” Her voice cut through the room.

Jack looked at Danny.

“Ah um, our biggest customer has sold out to his competitor who doesn’t buy from us.”

“Show me.” She extended her arm. She was wearing a sleeveless blouse and in that position Danny could see her armpit and a hint of breast.

He fumbled through his supporting notes and produced his detailed workings. Tony and Hayley looked at them briefly.

“Major variations in budgets should have supporting notes referenced.”

There was a silence. All eyes were on Danny.

“Didn’t you read the email I sent out on this? mobil porno Do you think I send these out for fun?” Her voice was slow and measured.

Danny realized his mistake and started to apologise. His manager kicked him under the table.

Tony amicably changed to another topic, but he did ask Danny some questions directly. Danny was well prepared and answered easily although he was aware of Hayley’s steely gaze.

Tony and Hayley reviewed the meeting.

“That Danny is bright. And he knew his stuff.”

“He should have referenced Texas.”

“Jack should have picked that up. No, I like him, I think he’ll go places.”

“He’s immature and a Smart Alec.”

“Hayley, I know how you treat trainees. I don’t mind, they need to learn their place. But you were pretty tough on him there. Lay off him a bit. I don’t want him to leave.”

THREE MONTHS LATER

“Where is it?”

Danny had sensed her presence before she spoke. He swiveled around in his seat. Hayley’s blouse covered breasts were at eye level. He looked up to be confronted by her withering gaze.

“Fuck she is so beautiful,” was all he could think.

“Where is it?” her voice was penetrating. Other staff in the office turned to watch.

The “it” was a report Jack was preparing for the Board of Directors. But he had become ill with a serious bout of influenza. Hayley had emailed Danny telling him he had to write it.

It had been a struggle. The report covered subjects Danny had no knowledge of and which he had to research. He had been working to midnight for the last three nights.

“I’ll have it finished for tomorrow morning.”

Hayley’s tone was measured. “Tony Jacobs, who is the CEO you might know, set a deadline for this afternoon.”

“I’ve had to do a lot of research on new subjects for me.”

“I can see that might be a problem. There’ll be a lot of things you don’t know much about. This report is for the Board of Directors. They don’t expect reports to arrive late.”

She paused. “This won’t look good for you, young man. Your first big project and you stuff up.” Her eyes seemed to pierce right though him. Danny thought she was even more beautiful.

“I’ll have it finished by nine tomorrow morning.”

“I’ll tell Tony. If it’s later, I suggest you look for another job.”

By working through the night Danny finished his report. He took it to Hayley at nine.

“A lot is riding on this for you young man. I wonder if you’ll cut the mustard.”

Tony read the report then discussed it with Hayley who had read a copy, looking for errors.

“Jack didn’t write this. He’s not up to this level.”

“Jack’s been sick. Danny wrote it.”

“Danny! I thought he was good, but not this good.”

Hayley had already come to that conclusion. She also knew the hours he had put in.

“He worked all through last night and to midnight for the three nights before.”

“Hayley if I’d known about Jack being ill, I could have waited until he came back.”

“I wanted to see if he could cut the mustard.”

Tony looked at her. She was so smart and he was glad she was on his side.

“Well, you work in devious ways Hayley, but it has worked this time as it usually does. Young Danny has shown he has what it takes, don’t you agree?”

Hayley had to agree.

Tony came to Danny’s desk four hours later.

“Hayley told me the hours you put in on the report. Thanks. But more than that, it was really top class work. Go home and have a sleep.”

Danny felt a glow of pride.

“And Hayley had put in a good word for me? Perhaps . . . No, don’t be stupid thinking that. She was just doing her job.”

Three weeks later he again sensed Hayley beside him before she spoke.

“Danny, Tony has said that you will be able to give me the information for this.”

Danny swivelled in his seat. Her breasts were again at eye level but he didn’t let his eyes stay there.

She showed him a printout of an email.

“OK. You’ll find this in these files here.” His hands skimmed over his keyboard.

“Wait a minute.” She was writing furiously.

She pulled up a chair to sit beside him and grabbed the mouse to work back up through the files.

Danny was fighting an internal battle. She was sitting only a few inches away. She was wearing a short skirt and he could see a lot of tanned thigh when he glanced down.

“Is there anything else I need?”

“Well, I have done some research and wrote a file note for myself.”

She rose and thanked him.

“She called me ‘Danny for the first time, she was polite, she even said thank you.” He tried to think what that meant. At first he dreamed that she might, just might be feeling something for him. Then he realized that she was just been professional with a fellow employee.

He was exactly right with the latter. Hayley had been married for 12 years and had no intention of changing that. She had been completely faithful for 12 years and had no intention of changing that. Danny sex izle had passed her test of professionalism and she was treating him as an equal. She did not feel the slightest attraction for him. She had sensed his infatuation with her, but she was used to that. She had noticed his glance at her thighs.

“Well, young Danny you’ll grow out of it sometime. Look, but don’t dare touch,” she said to herself.

Hayley looked at his file notes on her project. They were good and she phoned Tony.

“Tony, I think you should read Danny’s notes.”

SIX MONTHS LATER

Tony promoted Danny to work on special projects for him. Danny moved to the fifth floor to an office three along from Hayley’s.

Her professional attitude towards him had changed completely. He had passed her tests of competence and she respected him for that. He found that she had an encyclopedia like knowledge of Supreme Corp and just about all its staff and was happy to help him.

He also came to appreciate that although her title was “Assistant” that she was far more than that. The other senior executives all respected her. If she asked for something it didn’t have to be as a mouthpiece for Tony. She had authority in her own right.

She also learned to appreciate his analytical skills and sometimes asked for help on her work. Sometimes they both worked late and would have a chat together over a coffee. Professional and innocent chats.

Because he was seeing her so often he became accustomed to her appearance and his ogling stopped. But his infatuation with her didn’t. His appreciation of her as a person increased. He found she had a delightful sense of humour and was usually charming and considerate. Except to junior trainee managers.

He threw away those constructed photos of her with pornstars’ bodies as that was insulting to her. He had no new girlfriend since Sophie, he just wasn’t interested.

He worried whether he would get callouses on his right palm, so often was it used.

Geoff used to come in once a week to take her to lunch. He usually dropped into Danny’s office to have a chat. He was friendly, congratulated Danny on his promotion. In all ways the perfect gentleman. Of course Danny hated his guts. Even more so as he saw them holding hands and Hayley kissing him in welcome. They were obviously a devoted couple.

In just about every way their marriage was perfect. They were a devoted couple who adored each other. Hayley had a strong sex drive and was an unihibited and passionate and faithful lover. With Geoff’s huge income their lifestyle was one of luxury houses, luxury cars and luxury holidays. Hayley never looked at the price of anything. If she liked something, she bought it.

Six months previously, a grey cloud had come to the perfect marriage.

It was caused by by a big sharebroking deal which Geoff had won for his firm. In true sharebroking traditon he took his department to a lunch at an expensive restaurant. There were 10 in his team, three brokers, two support staff and his five research staff. They were all young, in their twenties, except for Sophie Brown. She had just graduated from high school and was on a six month contract until her college course started.

Sophie was very bright, very confident and very attractive. She wasn’t overawed being the youngest and she easily joined in the celebrations. Geoff was highly regarded by his staff, because he was a good people manager and, because he was successful, they had very big bonuses. Most women found him very attractive: successful, a company director,rich and extremely handsome and Sophie was no exception.

Geoff realized that if he wanted to, he could have pretty much his choice from any of the single women in the company, and a good number of the married ones as well. But he had no interest. He was devoted to Hayley and their sex life was exciting and all he needed.

“Why go out and buy a hamburger when you’ve got steak at home?” he asked his friends and those who knew Hayley agreed.

He went to the restroom and when he returned took the only available seat at the table. His research manager was on one side and Sophie on the other. He chatted to both, but then the research manager got into a detailed discussion with his neighbour on the other side, so Geoff spent a lot of time talking to Sophie. She was good company, bubbly and enthusiastic. Geoff learned that she was a gymnast which explained her slim figure.

She listened carefully as he spoke, looking him in the eyes. Her expresssion was one of fascination with her eyes opened wide. At first Geoff found this a little disconcerting, but relaxed and felt flattered. And Sophie was very attractive.

Sophie was also flattered by Geoff’s attention. He was a director and she was the most junior employee, but he was treating her as an equal. He was rich and successful and very good looking.

There was a rule in Geoff’s company. If you have more than two drinks at lunch, don’t come back to the office. They didn’t want anyone contacting a client or making a decsion under the influence. By three p.m. that two drink limit had been well and truly passed. Geoff saw that one or two staff were starting to get drunk and called the lunch off.

“Let’s go home folks, see you at work tomorrow.”

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A bit of history to start. I was introduced to the world of cocksucking at a very young age by my foster father. Let me say that the experiences were a mixture of terrifying, deeply unsettling, and educational. The education included both the passive and active role, neither by invitation or choice. The experiences were so shocking that I do not ever recall a feeling of pleasure. But I suppose to a significant extent the experiences established the framework for my lifelong attitude toward sex, sexuality, and sexual orientation. I adore women and have been happily married for the vast majority of my adult life. I am happily married now. But for all of my adult life, I have enjoyed the fantasy and reality of cock sucking. I have a passionate interest in porn, principally female and heterosexual porn. The female nude is an endless source of interest, wonder and fantasy. While there is the occasional memorable gay porn, I do not find the male body particularly attractive or sexual. I find myself revolted by body hair, large men, and muscled bodies. I do not find men sexually attractive in any way. Except for the cock.

In some cultures, young men have older male mentors. In some, the younger male orally services the mentor. The cultural idea is for the young man to absorb the wisdom of the old through the oral sex act as a rite of passage into adulthood. I recall when reading of this how sound the idea appeared. The removal of all of the taboos, stereotyping, and guilt. Just a part of growing up. How much easier life would be for all of us. But alas it is not so in our western Christian culture.

My career as a cocksucker by choice began through porn. I remember the day as though it were yesterday. I was married, living in Columbus, and attending College. I discovered a porn theater and began spending the odd afternoon once or twice a month enjoying graphic porn. It was a revelation to me that beautiful women who would not give you the time of day will, for a pittance admission fee, appear nude and get hammered in every orifice, often more than one at a time. My greatest porn pleasure was and is to this day, to strip and jackoff while watching. In the dark theaters, I would surreptitiously remove my slacks and sit nude from the waist down, wanking away on my cock. I would often climax five or six times, timing my climax to the performer on the screen. Of course I became an expert at wanking my cock, keeping the pleasure at a high level for long periods of time, without letting it flow over the edge.

On one occasion I was very pleasantly watching a porn film in the theater. The theater was unusually crowded that afternoon and I had not dared strip but rather pulled free my shirt and opened my slacks. That allowed me to expose my cock under my shirt and play with it. Of course I regularly looked around to make sure no one was observing what I was doing. Eventually someone sat in the seat next to me. I froze and looked straight ahead. But after some time a surreptitious look told me that my neighbor was a guy perhaps a bit older than myself and another glance revealed that he was caressing a clearly hard cock through his jeans. Somewhat reassured that exposure was not likely; I resumed wanking under the cover of my shirt. I noticed that my neighbor was doing the same. The thought of the two of us sitting side by side, wanking our cocks was arousing. Eventually I deliberately became careless with my shirt, exposing my hard cock so that my companion could see it. I had no intentions beyond this bit of thrilling exhibitionism. Surreptitious glances confirmed that my theater companion was indeed watching, and at the same time caressing his cock through his jeans. Encouraged, porno 64 I withdrew more of my shirt to give my companion a clear view and to enjoy the exhibitionism experience more fully. I should confirm at this point that I have long had fantasies of exhibitionism and wanking in public

I should say at this point that I am slim and reasonably good looking. Like most attractive young men, I received the occasional propositions from gay men. These were never an interest to me. And yet here in the dark theater with no male face to associate with the offer, some kernel of interest took hold and grew. Eventually my neighbor pushed his leg toward mine in what was a clear invitation of interest. I began to consider that receiving a blowjob might be preferable to wanking off into my supply of Kleenex. I did not retract my knee. My neighbor clearly took this as encouragement and eventually touched my leg with his hand. A brief caress and squeeze followed, enough to confirm what I took to be a clear offer. Confirmed in my interest, my neighbor got up, gently, but clearly, giving my leg a modest pull to indicate that I was to join. It took me a moment to zip up. More than a moment as my hands were shaking in anticipation of this unknown that I was about to participate in by choice. A crossing of the boundary.

A short time later we are alone in an apartment. We are in the bedroom of the apartment, to which we both adjourned immediately entering and without a spoken word. He immediately began to undress. I did the same, still in a state of high anxiety. The room was silent but for the sound of the clothes being removed and his body reclining on the bed. No shame or hesitation. Here was a male body in front of me. He was nude and aroused. I recall the utter amazement I felt at the sight. He was hard with anticipation of sex with me. He wanted to kiss which I did but did not find arousing because of the bristle on his face. Still, the fascination of it all was there in full force and his cock was a magnet. I touched the shaft with my fingers which he clearly enjoyed. I looked down at his rigid cock as my fingers and hand touched and caressed it. I recall thinking that his cock was absolutely beautiful. I teased the shaft with my fingertips, gently squeezing the head in my fingers and rolling the head back and forth using the ooze from the tip as lubricant. I could smell the arousal. He lay on his back and urged my head down with his hand.

This experience all started back in the theater. The thrilling and safe opportunity for a long hoped for bit of exhibitionism. When the offer came, I thought we might go into the men’s room where he might quickly suck me off. Instead he headed straight for the exit, telling me to follow his car. Now we were nude in bed and I was being urged to do something that I had done before as a child, on those occasions without choice. Here there was choice. I should say at this point that the bedroom was not the residence of a single gay man. It was clear from the surroundings that a married couple lived here; I assumed the companion I was with and his wife. I was fascinated by all of this. The nude male body next to me. His hard cock was mesmerizing. I had thoughts and imagery of the people who lived here. The sex acts that occurred on the bed I now occupied. I slid down the bed and knelt between his legs. Nude myself, my cock was hard, throbbing between my legs. His cock was standing straight up and slowly throbbing. I looked up at him as I moved my mouth toward the head of his cock. He was breathing softly with his eyes closed. I recall a feeling of separation from reality, almost out of body.

I touched my lips to the head of his cock, and slowly porno izle slid my lips over the head, taking it in my mouth. I could taste the skin and the male essence. I teased the head of his cock using soft caresses of my lips. Slowly up and down on the head. I could feel him strain under me and arch his back up, clearly wanting more depth. My hands were on the bed on either side of his hips. I slid my lips down the shaft of his hard cock and felt him shudder under me. The room was in absolute silence but for the sounds of his breathing and my mouth on his cock. And yet the silent sounds of the act were deafening. The walls of prejudice, fear, and denial were collapsing around me.

I hardly knew whether my clumsy efforts were actively giving him pleasure or merely serving as a receptacle for his organ and eventually, if I persisted, for his ejaculate. I just knew that I was completely overwhelmed by everything about the act. And I knew that there was no way that I was going to stop. The hard cock in my mouth seemed to me to be exactly right, an exactly right thing to do. The sensation of the rigid shaft sliding against my lips was captivating. I could taste the maleness of him. The cock was leaking fluid and I could taste it. The smell of his skin was uniquely sexual male. I recall thinking how unique the taste of cock and male fluid were. My experiences as a child were so obscured in terror and taboos that I do not recall anything other than being forced to participate in the physical act. Of course I had tasted my own juice and ejaculate during my frequent wanking sessions, but it was nothing like this. The clear evidence of pleasure on the part of my hip thrusting companion was electrifying.

The feel of his cock thrusting into my mouth was overwhelming. I wanted the experience to go on. I wanted to enjoy the sensation of the rigid cock thrusting in my mouth for as long as I could. So I used the most delicate pressure of my lips on the thrusting shaft that I could. For me, time seemed to stand still. There was only myself, kneeling between his legs, leaning forward, hands on either side of his hips. My mouth on his rigid cock. As slowly as I could sliding my lips up and down on the rigid shaft. Enjoying the sensations, the smells, the sounds, of cock sucking. Occasionally I would caress the bottom of the shaft with my tongue. And for variety, caress the head of the cock with my lips, as teasingly as I could manage to prolong the experience while enjoying his immediate pleasurable reaction. A heartfelt gasp of pleasure, a plea to not stop, the occasional pressure of his hand on my head to encourage. And in each case, the eventual return to the slow and infinitely pleasurable experience of my softly caressing lips on the thrusting shaft. All of these and more were thrilling parts of the cock sucking experience that day.

He began moaning and his hip thrusts became more urgent. He thrust his hips higher into the air; I assumed an effort to drive the cock into my throat. That was not something that I could do and so we danced, my companion and I. He thrust with increasing energy, moaning, and I moving my head up and down to avoid the shaft going in too far but keeping my lips sliding up and down delicately on the cock shaft. Eventually I reached between his legs with one hand and cupped his sack. I caressed and squeezed very gently, all the while maintaining the gentle pressure of my lips on the shaft of his cock. With the caressing of his balls, he dug his heels into the bed and began short, rapid hip thrusts. It was clear to me that he intended soon to ejaculate his semen into my mouth. Oddly, I had thought not at all about this outcome, so taken was I in the sex izle physical act of his hard cock sliding between my lips. Existence was centered on the hard shaft, my lips, and the in and out motion of his cock in my mouth. But now we, my companion and I, were coming to a new experience. For him I suppose his objective all along. But for me something entirely new and inevitably bringing with it an end to my desired objective which was to have his hard cock in my mouth. But of course, such is life. My companion went rigid and emitted several loud gasps. His hip thrusting ceased entirely and I tasted the flood of his ejaculate. I looked up and watched his face as he ejaculated his semen into my mouth. His eyes closed, the muscles of his face and neck working as the pleasure flowed through him. His body jerked again and again as the climax spasms racked him. And all the while I held him there, his cock in my mouth, spewing his semen.

It is the most remarkable thing that it is the rare woman who is skillful at blowjobs, in my experience. All of my long term female companions have been willing to engage, with more or less enthusiasm, in sucking me off. I believe in the vast majority of cases, my female companions genuinely wanted to give me pleasure. And of course it was pleasurable. But none fully appreciated the male anatomy or physical reaction of the male to climax. Men of course know exactly how it feels, both in the immediate and conclusion phases. In the case of my companion, I kept him in my mouth as long as possible, both during and after his climax. My mouth was full of his ejaculate and I kept my lips softly caressing the shaft of his cock. I avoided touching the head of his cock which in my own case, I find intolerable after I have climaxed. So I applied pressure with my lips on the shaft of his cock, squeezing firmly on the base of the shaft and drawing my lips slowly, halfway up the shaft of his cock. Then releasing the pressure and moving my lips back down to the base to squeeze hard again, and again and again.

Eventually his cock began to soften in my mouth and after a lengthy, and in my case entirely enjoyable period of cock sucking, he withdrew from my mouth. For my part, I could have gone on for much longer. I sat upright and considered the semen in my mouth. Some of my female companions would, at the conclusion of bestowing a blowjob on my cock, swallow while others would spit out, with more or less delicacy. In my case, I swallowed, both then and at the many times since that glorious day of introduction to the exquisite pleasures of cock sucking. My companion’s cock had shrunk as had his ardor. I laid down next to him, as anxious for reciprocal experience as I can ever recall in my life. But such is the reality of life, that my post climax companion was transformed into a fully committed married heterosexual. He quickly extricated himself from the bed, quickly dressed, and by example, clearly invited me to do the same. Which of course I did, with haste. And without a single word we parted, never to exchange another word or glance.

And so what to think of this. In retrospect and after some considerable reflection, I very thoroughly enjoyed the cock sucking experience. I enjoyed every single aspect of the cock, the experience of the cock, the feel of the cock in my mouth, thrusting of the cock between my lips, the climax in my mouth, the taste of his juice, the post climax resolution. All of these things I found exquisitely pleasurable. I resolved that I would explore cock sucking more thoroughly. I decided that in the circumstance, it was rude to not at least offer a reciprocal. But future experience would prove that that is a common outcome, and in any case my principal focus was cock sucking, not reciprocal gay sex. In short, I did not care that he did not make an effort to get me off. The cock sucking experience was a revelation. A come full circle life experience.

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Luke had continued to correspond with Randy. About six months after their first meeting, Luke and a couple friends were going back to Randy’s city for a concert. Luke told randy he would text when they arrived and if possible would try and get away for a few hours. After arriving and checking into their hotel, Luke texted randy and they agreed to meet in the parking lot next to the hotel.

Luke told his friends he was meeting a family friend and would be back before the concert. He walked outside and across to the parking lot where he saw randy standing. He walked to him and randy asked if he wanted to take a quick ride. Leo said sure and they walked toward a blue van. As they got close, Luke noticed there was someone in the drivers seat and realized it was Randy’s friend Bill. Luke opened the side door to enter and Randy got in friend. Luke shook Bill’s hand and quickly realized there were no seats in the back as it was a work van. He knelt on the floor between Randy and Bill as they drove a few miles to a mall parking lot. Randy told Luke to go to the back and lie down on the blanket and pillow on the floor. Randy and Bill were closing the curtains on the windows as they made their way to the back.

Luke was lying on his back in a polo shirt, khaki shorts, boxers and boat porno izle shoes with no socks. Randy straddled Luke just above his waist facing him. Bill slipped off Luke’s shoes, ran his hands up his inner thighs inside his shorts and boxers. One hand rubbed his cock and the other caressed his hairless balls. Randy pulled up Luke’s shirt and began to tweak his nipples.

Bill unbuttoned Luke’s shorts, unzipped them, slid his thumbs in each side and pulled them to his ankles and then off. Luke said he was nervous they might get caught but Randy told him not to worry. Luke, naked from the waist down with Randy straddling his chest, Bill pushed Luke’s legs apart in a spread eagle position. He then swallowed Luke’s cock to the base as he tugged at his balls. Then, Bill began to run his tongue around the ball sack, underneath it and slowly made his way to the hole. He then took Luke’s legs and placed them over his shoulders and began to tongue his hole.

Luke looked up at Randy and told him to just relax and enjoy it. Bill was just exploring a little. Luke had never had anything like that done before but it did feel good. Bill stiffened his tongue and began to slide it in the hole. Luke was so relaxed and enjoying it, he didn’t realize that Bill had began to unbutton and unzip porno his own pants. Bill slid his pants and underwear down to his knees. He leaned up and asked Randy a question that Luke couldn’t hear. Randy responded it’s in the bottom of the toolbox. Bill leaned over, opened the toolbox and retrieved a small bottle of lube.

Opening the lid, he put some on his finger and began to rub Luke’s hole and then slid a finger inside. Luke tensed up and asked what he was doing. Bill never said a word or pulled out. Randy told Luke to just relax that this was the next step after hand jobs and blowjobs so just close your eyes, relax, don’t tense your hole and try it.

Bill worked his finger in deeper soon he added a second finger which caused Luke to whine. Randy told him that Bill was just stretching him some. Luke felt pain at first but then began to relax. Bill withdrew his fingers, took each of Luke’s ankles, got on his knees between his legs. Luke suddenly could feel Bills hard cock head at his hole. Randy leaned forward laying on Luke and kissed his neck then whispered in his ear that Bill was going to start entering inside him. Bill began to push his hard throbbing purple cock head foreskin retracted dick in to Luke’s hole. Luke immediately tensed and winced. Randy continued to try rokettube and coach him whispering in his ear to relax don’t tighten up. It would hurt at first but he would soon get used to it and enjoy it. With his cock head inside the hole, Bill whispered to Randy he was ready to go in. Knowing that Luke would most likely yelp or holler, he leaned over to give Luke a full mouth kiss with tongue, at the same time Bill went all the way in until his silver hairy pubes were brushing Luke’s smooth hole. Luke tried to let out a yelp but Randy’s mouth was fully covering Luke’s mouth. Bill pulled out and Luke relaxed until Bill put a freshly lubed cock in him balls deep again. Randy rolled over to the side and told Luke he wanted to watch Bill do him. Luke looked up to see Bill on his knees slowly beginning to thrust in and out while he jerked Luke’s cock.

After about 10 minutes the thrusting became more vigorous and rough. Bill jerked Luke’s cock hard and fast. Almost in unison Bill told Luke he was about to fill him up and Luke said I’m cumming. Bill stroked and pumped until they both were emptied out. Bill pulled his cock out, wiped it off, pulled his pants up and got in the driver seat. Randy threw Luke his shorts and climbed back in the passenger seat. Luke put his shorts and underwear on and slipped his shoes on as they pulled into his hotel. Randy got out and gave him a hug then drove off.

Luke feeling sore and satisfied, went to his room and showered still feeling a load deep inside his ass.

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After our run in the park, I didn’t hear from Ryan for almost two weeks.

We had walked out of the park together with Dick’s arm around my waist. He had tucked his hand into the back pocket of my opposite cheek. The pocket wasn’t meant to be functional, of course, the pants being as tight as they were. So Dick’s large hand was clearly outline as he pinched and fondled my ass while I giggled and leaned into him. I knew because he told me about it, asking me how I felt that others could see him doing this to me. I had blushed and said “Okay, I guess.” Secretly I was very pleased, proud that this teen stud was claiming me as his for the world to see.

He dropped me at my car and leaned up and into him on my tip toes to thank him for the run. We had kissed and when it broke I had asked whether I would see him at the gym in a couple days. He said that, respectful to my wishes, he would give me some space. He’d be in touch though. He gave my ass a slap and went off.

I was dumbfounded. In the whirlwind of that day I’d all but forgotten about my resolution to bring our relationship under control. I drove home and snuck in the house as the reality of the situation washed over me. I had hooked up with a teenage kid. A MALE teenage kid. And I had practically been dressed as a girl the whole time. All the while my beautiful and loving wife slept at home. Shit. What the fuck was I doing?

I knew I should be thankful that Ryan had taken my request seriously and was giving me space to short out our relationship. I knew I should take advantage of that time to connect with Carlie. Initially, as the days of radio silence from Ryan went by my mind was incredibly preoccupied with him. I kept flashing back to being between his legs, staring up at his hard body and glorious cock. In the showers I groped my ass with my own hands, imagining they were Ryan’s. However as the days progressed beyond a week, my obsession waned. I continued to go to the gym and being disappointed each time I didn’t see him there, but my raw feelings towards him dulled a little. I still thought about Ryan constantly – his strong body, handsome boyish face, deep blue eyes, long hard cock – but, trying as I was to accept the situation, it began to develop into more of a fond memory, rather than regret.

I felt I was making progress, so when I finally received a text from Ryan, I was relieved about what he was asking. He had a school dance coming up – the halloween dance. He said that, even though it was against school policies, he was going to drink. Aware of this reality, the school encouraged the students to arrange for parent or adult escorts to the dance, so that the surpervising adult could generally keep an eye on things and drive home, if necessary.

Ryan’s parents were out of town and so he wondered whether I would escort him and one or two of his friends. This seemed like a step in the right direction, even if I felt a tang of disappointment that this was the reason for his reaching out to me.

Ryan gave me his address, and told me to come over at 6 the following evening – a Friday. As usual, Carlie would be at work so I agreed.

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The next night came around and I drove through the expensive neighborhood and arrived at a large gate, as if the entrance to a museum. I saw a buzzer and tried it. “Hello?” a familiar voice asked. “Ryan it’s me! Jerry.”

“Hey babe, come on in. I’m just about to hop in the shower but someone will let you in.”

With that the doors swung open slowly and I slowly drove in. I drove down a winding road through trees and coming to a clearing where finally I spotted Ryan’s house, or should I say mansion. This place was huge! I had suspected Ryan was wealthy but this was another level.

As I pulled up to the house I spotted a young woman with brown hair who appeared to be waiting at the front door. I parked the call and walked over. “You waiting for me?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes slightly and, impatiently, said “follow me.” She turned on her heel and began walking into the house. I picked up my pace to keep up with her, staring at the large house all around me. You could fit dozens of my small apartment into this place, I thought.

I looked ahead again and realized I was falling behind. I focused again on the girl and tried to catch up. I noticed she had a really great body. Thin and lithe, she stepped in long graceful strides. I felt clumsy trying to keep up. I wore a suit for the occasion, which seemed to further limit my mobility, as it was getting tight around my ass.

We finally arrived at a door to a room. I collected myself, thinking I would be seeing Ryan again after around a week and a half. Even though I knew I was there only to provide a simple favor, I was nevertheless excited to see him.

But when the girl opened the door, we stepped into what was clearly a girl’s bedroom. The walls were light purple and the four poster bed had curtains and lace hanging down from the top.

I stepped in after the girl, confused. xnxx “Ryan says you need to get dressed into your costume.” she said, her voice had a slight edge to it.

“My…costume?” I asked. “I didn’t bring a costume.”

“There’s a costume here for you.” She responded, simply. She pointed to the bed. I walked over and saw on the bed a rather small thin dress with wide horizontal stripes alternating in color between yellow and black. Next to the dress was a pair of long stockings and white wings with gold trim that appeared to loop around your arms.

“You’re kidding, I assume.” I said.

“Ryan said you need to wear this, given that you’re taking him to a halloween dance.” She replied.

“I’m going as a supervising adult, I don’t need a costume.” I replied.

“Listen.” She said, impatient. “I’m sure Ryan is aware of all these things, so lets get going there’s a bunch of work to do here.” Her gaze traveled up and down my body as she said these last words.

Now that I got a good look at her I gauged her age at low-mid twenties. She had piercing green eyes and her body was as impressive from the front as it had been from the back.

“Um…okay, I guess.” I said. Unsure of what I was agreeing to.

The girl sat me down and brought over what looked like a foot stool. Shockingly, she proceeded to take off my socks and began to work at my toes with clippers and a nail file.

“What are you doing!?” I asked.

“Do you really need to ask? Obviously I’m giving you a pedicure. The manicure is next.”

I stared, confused about what was happening. The girl was efficient though and had finished up my feet, including a layer of light pink nail polish, and moved onto my hands in only 10 minutes. She made fast progress there too and this time applied a soft yellow, very subtle. I had to admit my hands and feet looked and felt great after this.

Next she brought over a make up kit and pulled set a seat in front of me so that she face me.

“Whoa. The makeup’s not really necessary, right? It’s just a costume.” I said.

“You already got the mani/pedi and now you’re saying the makeup is a step too far?” She asked. It was a fair point. “Besides, costume will look dumb without it.”

She began applying makeup, concentrating hard on my face as I stared back at her. It was a weird feeling. I had never worn makeup before. I became increasingly squeamish when she applied eyeliner, but managed to make it through without twitching so that she stabbed me in the eye.

Finally, she fastened hair extensions to my head. They integrated with my medium-length hair well and fell to my shoulders. I didn’t object, it seemed like less of an issue than the makeup.

But then she told me to strip. I began taking off my clothes but left my boxers on. “Down to your birthday suit.” She said.

“What? No fucking way.”

“How do you think this dress will look over your boxers? They’ll just be poking out the bottom. It’ll look ridiculous. Do you want to embarrass Ryan?”

She was right of course. “Put these on” she said, holding out a small piece of black fabric. “These are control briefs. They’re small enough that they won’t poke out anywhere but big enough to be…supportive.” She said this last piece with a half grin and I blushed, taking them from her.

I turned away and pulled down my boxers, embarrassed. As I pulled on the panties though I had to admit, they felt wonderful. Soft and smooth against my skin, they cupped my ass comfortably and gently.

“And here’s the bra” I hear the girl say. I spun around and saw she held a bra that appeared to have the tits built in. I was going to have to put on fake boobs? I thought.

“Is that really necessary?” I asked.

“The costume won’t even fit you without it.” She answered.

With trepidation, I reached out and took the bra from her. It was heavy. I pulled it around myself but wasn’t sure how to tighten it. Only two thin clear strip ran across the back, linking the sides of the bra together. The girl helped, pulling it tight from behind somehow and fastening it. As she did so the boobs contoured to my body and all the sudden I was looking down at my very own tits.

I couldn’t help but grinning. It was just so ridiculous. I guessed that was the point of the outfit, great for providing a good laugh.

“Alright,” the girl said, “put it all on.” At this point the girl had been working on me for over an hour so it was a relief to finally be past it. I pulled on the dress and it immediately contoured to my body, squeezing against my fake boobs, tight in at my waist, and wide again at the hips.

The girl glanced at me up and down. “Oh, lipstick.” She went to her purse and grabbed a tube of lipstick, applying it to my lips. “Press your lips together.” I did so.

“Okay, come look.” She beckoned me over to a mirror leaning against a wall and I walked over, extremely curious.

My mouth fell open. I stood in front of the mirror, amazed. I barely recognized brazzers myself. I stared at the wonders this grumpy girl had preformed. My lips were full and pouty. Somehow they even looked moist, though they weren’t overloaded with lipstick or anything. My eyes were dark and…brooding Somehow, my eyelashes long. Even my cheekbones and chin seemed accentuated. My hair was lengthened with auburn extensions and fell wavy down to the top of my chest.

My chest – it stuck out gloriously. I felt the weight pulling me down in front and stood up taller, resisting. The yellow and black striped dress stuck to every curve and seemed to support and press together my voluptuous breasts, pushing out even more now with my upright posture. The dress was high-necked (as it had to be given that the cleavage would be fake) but low-backed. Apparently, I had a distinct hourglass figure now.

As I turned around to look from the back I sucked in a breath. I had always hated my shoulders, which were thin and bony. I now realized this was a perfect trait for a girl, making me look dainty and sexy. Tracing downwards I also realized I had developed a thin, toned, feminine back. To thin lines of muscle ran up either side of my spine, which itself was just slightly visible. The hair-removal cream I’d been using (once a week) also provided nutrients that had my skin looking the best it had ever had.

My pale, thin back sloped into the lovely round curves of my ass. Damn. My ass had continued to grow and develop under Ryan’s close tutelage. The dress hugged it hard, outlining each cheek in a sumptuous fashion. The hem ended just below my butt and unless I repeatedly pulled the dress down, the folds where my ass cheeks met my legs would keep peeking out. As the girl had predicted, the panties weren’t visible.

My legs too looks surprisingly good. It was another trait of my body I had never liked – no one wanted long legs on a guy. But in this costume they were long and shapely. The thin pale stockings reached high and ended just below the dress. Though sheer and pale most of the way up, the top of the stockings were lacy and sexy.

“Now put these on.” The girl held out a pair of dainty but high wedges. I sat down obediently and as I slipped them on I appreciated the necessity of the pedicure. My feet looked soft and dainty, encased now in these beautiful and sexy shoes.

I stood up, unsure of myself. But the shoes felt surprisingly comfortable. And they weren’t as high as I’d first thought, only 2-3 inches off the ground. As I walked around experimentally, I realized they felt quite natural. I looked at myself in the mirror again and saw that the shoes accentuated my legs and pushed up my butt further. I raised my eyebrows, appreciatively.

“Okay, lets go.” The girl said.

“Huh?, where?” I asked

“To show Ryan.” She answered shortly.

“Umm…do You think he’ll like it?” I asked nervously. Why did I ask that? Who cares? It was a costume. I should really change into something else more appropriate. “Actually, are there any other costumes I could wear?”

“Just follow me.” The girl answered impatiently. Ignoring my questions.

I hesitated only a moment more, then followed. I couldn’t shake the growing thought: God I hope he likes it.

—

Ryan was sitting in his desk chair facing his computer when I stepped into his room. He swiveled around to face me. His hair was wet and a towel hung around his neck, covering most of his body. He wore loose fitting grey sweatpants. His arms were on full display to his shoulders though, bulging with muscle and glistening with water from his shower. My eyes focused in on him intently and my heart hammered against my chest. After almost two weeks the rush of excitement at seeing him hit me all at once. “Hi Ryan.” I said softly, and in a higher pitch than normal. It just seemed to make more sense to use that voice when dressed up like this, for the sake of the costume of course.

He saw me and looked me up and down slowly. I waited, embarrassed.

He gave a small smirk. “God damn, babe. Looking fucking good. Come here let me see you.”

I tried to keep my composure (though I had a difficult time suppressing the incredible pleasure that came with Ryan’s words).

“Ryan,” I said, a small shake in my voice, “I don’t know. Why do you want me to dress like this?”

I glanced over at the girl who had worked so hard, if unhappily, on my outfit and makeup. She had one eyebrow cocked, curious to see where this went.

“It’s a halloween dance, babe. You have to dress up!”

“But I’m just the supervising adult escort for you and a friend, right? Why do I need a costume?”

“A lot of the adults wear costumes too.”

Though I wanted to accept this, my discomfort with this costume forced me to persist. “But why a costume like this?”

“My slutty older sister here didn’t have anything else you could wear. Plus I thought you’d look good in it.”

Under other circumstances I may have asked sikiş izle why he only considered his sister’s costumes, but I was immediately distracted. His sister? I glanced over at the brunette and saw she was staring daggers back at Ryan.

“Fuck you” she said.

“Not right now, I don’t think. But soon enough, slut.” I was surprised by the aggressiveness of Ryan’s response. I’d never seen him like this.

Still looking at Ryan’s sister, I saw she colored and lost her composure a bit, but she continued to look at Ryan, disgruntled. Something else, though, as well. Hopeful?

“I don’t know why I agreed to do this for you, ass hole.”

“Oh I we both know why, Kasi, don’t we?”

So her name was Kasi. I thought I should extricate myself from this fight between family members. “Ryan, I’m gonna…”

Ryan interrupted. “Jesus girls, calm down won’t you?” Ryan stood up and took off his towel. My eyes immediately scanned him up and down, taking in his rock hard body, impossibly large and defined for a teenager. My mouth went dry and any further words died in my mouth. Somehow in the time I hadn’t seen him I’d forgotten just how impressive his body was. I noticed his sister, Kasi apparently, had also clammed up. I glanced over and saw that her gaze too was locked onto her younger brother’s body. Her face had gone slack, all traces of anger gone.`

He walked over to me so that he stood right in front of me. I looked up his chest, paused at his lips, then into his intense blue eyes. “Now, lets see you.” his hand reached past my face as he felt the luscious brown hair that his sister had secured. His fingers rand through the hair on top of my head then ran down to the side, sliding through the soft waves. “Very nice, Jerry.” I blushed. Though I thought-Jerry? He never called me that.

As if thinking the same thing, he said, still stroking my hair “Jerry isn’t really right when you’re like this, right? What should we call you? Hmmm…Janelle. That’s sexy right?”

I instantly liked the name, if only because Ryan had said it was sexy. Instead, though, I said “I don’t know, Ryan. This is just a costume. My name is…”

“Shhhh” he brought an index finger to my lips, silencing me. “You’ll get used to it, Janelle.” Ryan ran his finger along my lips slowly. I closed my eyes and was just opening my mouth when he removed his hand. Was I about to suck his finger? I asked myself.

His hands came to rest on my hips. He ran his hands up my sides, feeling with his firm hands my new, hard-earned curves and sending shivers through my body. As his hands reached the sides of the fake tits, he brought them forward and rested them on top. He smirked, his eyes again glancing at mine as he gave them a firm squeeze. I let out a slight sound, my breath catching as I suppressed a moan.

The bra was designed in such a way that the pressure applied apparently traveled through the fake boobs almost unimpeded so that I felt it directly on my own chest. Seeing him squeeze the breasts and feeling his touch at the same time was an effective mind trick. Even knowing what I knew, the sensation was that these large tits were really my own.

“These are fucking perfect.” Ryan said, kneading and pinching. I stared down at Ryan’s large hands squeezing my large perky breasts, then looked up again at Ryan’s handsome face. I was illogically pleased with his reaction to my large tits. My eyes fluttered closed and open again.

One of his hands left my chest and I he turned me by the arm so that I faced his sister. She was staring at us intently, her eyebrows arched almost pleadingly – high on the inside low on the outside. She was biting her bottom lip with her chin slightly raised.

I felt Ryan’s strong hand trace down my bare back and I automatically arched my back in surprise. I didn’t move, though. Ryan’s other hand was still on my left breast.

His hand continued its path down my back and came to the top of my ass, now pressed out with my back arched. He slowly ran it over my ass, cupping from the bottom and squeezing.

My eyes closed and I couldn’t help but moan audibly now. “UUuuuhhhh”

Mine wasn’t the only moan though. I opened my eyes and realized that Kasi had moaned at that moment as well. She was clasping her hands tightly to one another, her knees pressed together, like she was trying to fight something.

I felt Ryan’s hands pause. Then I hear a low chuckle.

“Kasi? What’s wrong?” I could hear the smirk in his voice.

Apparently Kasi did too and she momentarily stood up taller, bringing her hands down to her side, looking over my shoulder at Ryan defiantly.

“Ass hole.” She said.

Ryan ignored her. “What I’d like you to do, big sister, is to look at how I touch Janelle’s sexy body here, and imagine I’m touching you this way. Just like you wished I would.”

Her eyes arched, surprised. Then they lowered again. “Go fuck yourself.”

Again Ryan ignored her. Gently, he repositioned me so that he stood directly behind me. I felt his huge hard body press up against me. I faced Kasi directly now, about 10 feet away now. I felt Ryan’s giant cock pressing into me, starting at the top of my ass and hang down past the bottom.

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Chapter 02 – Mini Skirt Girl

It started pretty much by accident. Walt was sitting on the bench with his wife, Rhonda. They were enjoying the quiet evening, the weather was still warm, and the grounds of the hotel complex were so wonderful, you could just sit outside and enjoy it. It was around seven in the evening, and they were talking and sharing each other’s company. Rhonda had to leave soon; she had packed, and they were spending their last hour or so relaxing before she headed for the airport. Walt would drive her there in the rental car, drop it off (he’s have no need for it for the next few days) and grab a hotel shuttle back. Her flight was at nine-thirty.

They had been at the hotel two nights already. They’d arrived early Thursday, creating a mini-vacation around Walt’s business meetings that would start the next day. They’d spent their time just being together, relaxing, and having great vacation sex. When they were away from home Rhonda just seemed more relaxed, more open, and her desires tended to rise, to be more compatible with Walt’s. She’d even teased him about having sex with another man, a fantasy that had fueled their passion, talking about it while fucking, and when she sucked his cock. At the pool, and at the bar, she’d starting pointing out women to him, asking him he’d like to fuck any of them, describing their attributes, teasing him to horniness that made their sex hotter, more frantic, more urgent. But tomorrow was work for him, and home for her, and they were just enjoying the last of their time together.

Being a Saturday night, there were plenty of affairs scheduled at the hotel, and Walt knew that there were others, like him, who had used the business trip to take a few days before or after as personal time. Many people, from other companies as well as the vendors they worked with and the organization that arranged the meetings, took advantage of the opportunity to spend an extra night or two away.

What Walt didn’t expect was to see someone he knew from prior meeting. So they were sitting on the bench, talking, watching the comings and goings of hotel guests, commenting on the notable ones. It was no surprise to see a young woman in a miniskirt emerge from the wing of the hotel, headed for the main building where the bars and clubs were. What he saw approaching was one girl in a miniskirt and two others in slightly longer dresses, club clothes, likely on their way to a night of fun, and he tried to divert his eyes, trying not to let Rhonda see him looking at them. He tried to talk to Rhonda, distracting her and himself from the view of the three hotties as they approached, chatting with each other animatedly, as young women do.

“What time do you land,” he asked her.

“After midnight,” she answered, “I’ll text you when I land, and then when I’m back at the house.”

“Hi, Walt,” he heard before he could answer. He turned to the voice, and it was the miniskirt girl. She’d stopped in front of them. He looked at her, tried to place her face, but felt like he was seeing it for the first time, and struggled not to look at her long, slim legs stretching out beneath her skirt. The face was familiar. He struggled for a name, then found it.

“Vanessa?”

“Good, you remember!”

The sight of her made him uncomfortable to be talking to her in front of Rhonda. She worked for the organization that had arranged the convention, and he knew her slightly from past events. But he’d never seen her like this before. He only knew her in jeans and a loose company polo shirt, with her hair pulled back in a ponytail. His imagination went into overdrive as he drank in her appearance and tried to form words.

“Yes, of course, but I almost didn’t recognize you, you know, dressed. Dressed up.” He swallowed. “You look nice.” She was wearing a white spaghetti strap top that allowed some cleavage to peek out between her firm young breasts, with a black miniskirt that, while sitting, was almost at eye level, raised by strappy sandals with a four-inch heel. Her hair was done up, and she wore makeup that changed her pretty face to strikingly beautiful.

“Well, thanks,” she said. “My friends and I are going to a Company event, a party before the real work starts tomorrow.” She motioned with her hands. “This is Rachel, and that’s Brenda.”

“Oh, hi,” he managed. “Nice to meet you.” He heard a sound next to him, felt a squeeze on his arm. “Oh, sorry, Vanessa, this is my wife, Rhonda.”

“Oh, hi,” she chirped.

“Hi,” Rhonda said, with a friendly tone, “I thought for a second there that he might forget I was here.”

Vanessa laughed. “Are you staying? The weather’s been great.”

“Actually, no, I’m flying home tonight,” Rhonda told her, “on a late flight, but we’ve been here for a few days already.” Walt’s eyes wandered over Vanessa slyly as she and Rhonda conversed. He was very conscious of Rhonda at his side, as she pulled his arm closer while she talked. “It was great, it was the first time we did this, coming down early and taking a few days together.”

“It’s too travesti porno bad you’re leaving, you could come to the party.”

“I thought it was a company thing,” Walt asked, trying not to sound like he was ogling. “For employees.”

“Yeah, but everyone brings friends, it’s okay.”

“Sorry, but I have to bring Rhonda to the airport soon.”

“Maybe you could come at the end.”

“I’ll be back around ten, I think,” he told her, and felt a squeeze on his arm. Was he in trouble?

“Oh, it ends at ten,” she said, frowning. “They don’t want everyone up too late and tired and hung over when the work starts!” Her face brightened. “But if you get back early, stop by. At least you can get a free drink!” She turned to Rhonda. “It was nice meeting you.”

“Same here, have fun,” Rhonda answered, and the girls turned and left.

Walt sat in the silence, trying not to look as they walked away.

“Look at that tight little ass on her,” Rhonda said. Shocked, he turned to face her, and she pointed at the girls. Turning the other way he saw Vanessa walking, tight little ass indeed, and wondered why Rhonda was pointing it out to him. He turned back to her when the girls were out of sight.

“Do you think she’s hot?” she asked.

He sputtered. “Ahh, well, yeah, I guess,” he managed.

“Oh don’t be an ass,” she grinned, “Of course she is, and I know you noticed.” She grasped his arm with both hands, leaned into his shoulder, face up close to his. “I bet you’d like to fuck her,” she grinned teasingly. “Does she make you hot? Does she make your dick hard?” One hand slipped from his arm and brushed across his crotch. He glanced around quickly to see if anyone had noticed, but they were alone. She looked too, saw no one, and grabbed at his dick through his pants. “I think she wants this,” she told him, her voice lowered. “She wants you, she wants you to give her this.” She squeezed him and he felt himself getting hard. She noticed. “Oh, so you do want to give it to her!” She squeezed again, grinned and fondled his growing bulge. “I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Like what?”

“You can say it, go on. Tell me you’d like to fuck her.” He hesitated. “Go ahead, say it. You’d like to get this dick into that young, tight pussy, you’d like to fuck her brains out like you fucked mine out yesterday. Admit it.”

“Yeah, I’d like to fuck her.”

“You want her to suck your dick too?”

“You better believe it!”

“Would you eat her pussy? I bet you would.” Her hand left his crotch, and moved to his face, touching his lips. “I bet you’d like to get these sweet little lips on her cute little pussy and lick her till she cums,” she whispered.

Walt gasped, and turned to her. “What — what’s got into you?”

She laughed then, a fun, jovial bright sound that tingled his ears and settled in his heart, and he fell in love with her all over again. “Oh, Walt, you are so transparent, I love that about you.” She kissed him. “I was just teasing, you know, to get you excited. I’m sure she’s a nice girl.” She changed her voice to the mock-seduction tone. “But she probably can’t control herself around a handsome older man like you, so you stay away from her.” She stood up. “Come on, let’s go get my stuff.”

“It’s still early,” he told her, rising, trying to hide his erection.

“I know, but I want to suck your cock before I go, so I can remember the taste while I go home.”

“Oh, you say the nicest things,”

“Besides, that way you won’t need it as bad,” she snaked her arm into his as they walked. “Or, if you do fuck her, you’ll last longer!” They both laughed.

“Maybe I won’t be able to resist her,” he chuckled. “She be so overwhelmed by the animal nature of a man who’s twice her age, that she’ll throw herself at me, and I won’t have any choice,” he chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s what’ll happen,” Rhonda joked.

Back in the room, Rhonda went in first, and as Walt closed the door she dropped to her knees, facing him. He turned and saw her there, sitting back on her feet, and she looked up at his face, and reached for his belt, pulling him to her.

“Come on, get it out.”

“Really? I thought you were kidding.”

She began unbuckling him. “I am not kidding, I want to suck you off before I go,” she said, her voice coarse and thick. She unbuttoned his pants, pulled down the zipper. “I want your dick in my mouth, and I want to suck it until you cum,” she said, pulling his pants to his ankles. “And I want you,” she said, looking up at him, her hands poised at the waistband of his briefs, “to cum in my mouth. I want to taste it, and swallow it, so I can think about it all the way home.” She pulled his briefs down over his hard cock, and it sprang up into her face. She grasped it in her hand and said to him, “You think about me doing this after I go home,” and opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around his dick, taking the head into her mouth. She licked around it, wetting it, and then began bobbing her head up and down the shaft a few times, before alt yazılı porno she pushed her head down as far as she could take it, her lips reaching about two-thirds down his shaft. Then she sucked hard as she pulled back up.

She popped off long enough to say, “As much as I want to deep-throat you, I just can’t, sorry,” and then opened her mouth wide, tongue out flat, and looked at him as she rubbed his cockhead on her tongue. He groaned, and clenched his hips. Then she vigorously licked the sensitive underside, just below the crown, felt him squirm, and then took him back into her mouth.

When his shaft was slick with saliva and his pre-cum, she circled his shaft with her hand and moved it closer to her mouth, creating a long wet sheath that enveloped his cock, ending in her mouth. She began bobbing slowly, stroking him with her mouth-hand combo, checking the depth to make sure she wouldn’t suddenly gag. She started picking up speed then, bouncing her head up and down, sucking as she pumped his cock into her mouth. He was grunting almost constantly now, she felt his hips jerk, and felt his cock suddenly swell, harden. She continued pumping, and when she heard him growl she felt him twitch, and the first hot jet of cum splashed into the back of her mouth. She pulled back till his cockhead was at her lips and opened her mouth wide, tongue flat, and allowed him to see his cum shooting into her mouth, a second blast, a third, and then the remaining spurts coating her tongue. He mouth was filled with the hot salty batter of his cum, it pooled in her mouth, coating her gums, her teeth. When he was done, she smiled, allowed a little to drool out, and licked her lips at him, before swallowing nasty mess. It took two swallows to get it all down.

Walt looked at his wife, smiling up at him, her lips slick with saliva and semen, and little drip at each side of her mouth, running down to her chin. God damn, she was wonderful! Beautiful, sexy, and fun, and still surprising after all these years. His legs were still weak when she stood up, and kissed him on the lips, lightly.

“You remember that,” she said. “Think about me, on the plane, still tasting your cum. When they offer me a snack on the plane, I’ll tell them, ‘no thanks, I had something before I left’.”

He pulled his pants up, and they loaded her bags into the car, and headed for the airport.

Two hours later he was back. The hotel shuttle dropped him at the main building, and as he turned to head back to the outer buildings, where his room was, he glanced at his watch. Only nine, he saw. He had assumed he’d be back much later, but they’d left a little early, and returning the car had taken no time at all. He had planned to get back to his room after ten, watch some TV, and go to sleep. Maybe read a little. He always brought books when he went away, but he and Rhonda hadn’t done much reading the past few days.

And so he stood in the lobby, suddenly with a choice. He could go back to his room early, read more, watch more TV, and go to sleep. Or he could try and find the room where the party was, the one Vanessa had invited him and Rhonda to. Will I be hanging out with children, he thought? Not likely, as it was a party for the entire organization, the people running it were all mature, even if the staffers were just out of college. Going to his room made sense, it was the sensible, mature decision. He turned to walk, and thought, it’s the old decision. It’s the stuffy, I-forgot-how-to-have-fun decision. It’s only an hour. I’ll have a couple of drinks, say hello, and go home when I originally planned. He turned back and headed up the hall, looking for the sign outside one of the ballrooms. As he hunted, he wondered if he’d be allowed in. Vanessa had said people brought guests. But alone? Well, he’d size it up when he found it, he thought, searching. If he found it.

Passing a side hallway, a sign at the end caught his eye, and he stopped and headed down. As he approached he heard club music thumping, and he started to think he’d made a bad decision. It was the last hour, and likely only the younger folks were left, and the music had changed to suit the remaining crowd. It didn’t seem anyone was at the door; he wondered if it was okay to just walk in. Maybe he’d just peek inside, and take a look. Maybe he’d go to his room after all.

As luck would have, as he approached the door swung in, and he was greeted by a loud blast of thumping bass, way too loud, as an older couple, though slightly younger than him, exited. He heard the woman say something about the ‘kid’s music’ as they passed. He stood in the open doorway, looking inside. The room was mostly dark, and as his eyes became accustomed he saw groups of people, one mixed, clustered near the bar, another, the older folks, clustered away from the center, and the third, the younger ones, on the dance floor, dancing in groups and twos and threes. He felt suddenly uncomfortable, like he was crashing a party. Well, technically, he was, he thought. He didn’t back out, üvey baba porno but he didn’t go in, just stood there, indecisive, until he thought he heard his name called. He turned to the bar crowd, and there was Vanessa and her two friends, what were their names? Rachel, he remembered, and Bonnie? No, Brenda. They were headed for the door. One of the girls, Rachel, he thought, looked a little over-indulged.

“Hey, Walt, you made it back. Is it ten already?” Vanessa asked as they approached him. He could barely hear over the music. He found himself almost shouting his response.

“No, a little after nine, I got back earlier than expected,” he told her.

“I’m glad you came, I didn’t want to leave, but I didn’t want to stay alone. We have to take Brenda back to her room,” she said, leaning in to him to be heard over the music. So the other one was Rachel, he thought. He said hi to them. Vanessa turned to Rachel and asked if she could handle getting Brenda to her room. Rachel laughed and said yeah, again, and they all chuckled, and Vanessa kissed her friends and they left, and she pulled Walt by the arm towards the bar. “Come on, have a drink,” she said, leaning into his ear. “Brenda is a lightweight who thinks she’s a heavyweight,” she laughed. “It’s not the first time we had to take her home early.”

They got to the bar, and Walt ordered a Vodka Collins; Vanessa ordered a white wine. They moved to the side, and sipped, chatting.

“I’m glad you decided to come,” she said in his ear, so close he could feel her breath. She had to raise herself up on her toes to talk to him, and steadied herself by holding his arm. He was aware of her closeness, and felt just slightly uncomfortable. He thought of Rhonda’s assessment that she would want an older man, and dismissed it as ridiculous. They were just talking.

“Well, I almost didn’t,” he told her, “I didn’t want to be the oldest guy in the room,” he joked, “but I didn’t want to admit I was so old that I couldn’t have a drink.” She laughed, and slapped his arm lightly.

“You’re not old, you’re just mature,” she told him, and then he laughed.

“Yeah, mature,” he said. “I’m so mature I haven’t recognized a song yet.”

“I hear that,” she told him, “I’m not a fan myself, but it’s just for the dancing, not listening,”

They chatted about work, about what he does, about what she does for her organization at this show, about what they liked and disliked of their jobs. They got another drink, and he wondered how many she’d had before he arrived. She didn’t seem too sloshed, so he guessed not too many. He hadn’t had much to eat and was starting to feel it, loosening up.

Eventually a song came on that he’d heard before, something by Outkast, he thought. “Hey,” he told her, “I actually know this one. Rhonda likes it, she always turns it up when it comes on the radio.”

“Oh, so she’s cooler than you?”

“I guess, at least on this,” he admitted.

“She seems really nice. Too bad she had to leave.” She ginned at him. “She’d probably make you dance!”

“Yeah,” he agreed, “She probably would!”

“Come on, dance with me,” she said, putting her drink on a nearby table, and pulling his arm. He held back, but she resisted, and he finally put his drink down and let her drag him out to the dance floor.

He danced casually, befitting his age but she would have none of that, and danced the way the rest of the younger folks danced, circling around him, touching him, touching herself, and occasionally rubbing up against him. His cock began to stiffen against his will as he watched her. Her young, nubile body moving, flowing so easily, her slim figure broadcasting sexuality. She couldn’t really be coming on to me, he thought, a little embarrassed to be dancing with such a young, pretty woman, but his ego told him different, and his libido followed, leaving his reason behind. He began following her lead, dancing like he was fifteen years younger, and not caring what others thought. He let himself go, moving his hips, his shoulders, and she let out a whoop for him, and picked up her pace. Soon she was pressing into him, then pulling away; when her body pressed against him he felt the heat from her through his clothes. His dick was betraying him, and he wondered if she would notice, glancing around to see if he had a clear moment to adjust himself and hide the bulge that was beginning to form.

Before he had the chance the song ended, and slipped into a slower song, and the DJ let them know this was the last one. He froze, thinking that she might press herself against him, and want to dance slow with him, and he nearly panicked when she took his arm, but she led him off the floor. She held his arm and they returned to their drinks, and she was laughing lightly, thanking him for a great dance. He blushed, to be complimented by such a young, pretty girl, and she noticed, and told him how cute it was. He blushed more, and felt his face heat up.

“I gotta get some air,” she told him, and guided him to the door, “come on with me.” She headed for a side door that opened into the night air. He felt the cool evening greet him as they exited, and was thankful for her idea. As the door closed behind them the quiet was immediate, and he hadn’t realized how warm he’d become while dancing. He felt his body cooling as his ears welcomed the lack of volume.

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“Ouch!”

He flinched as the match he was holding burned down to his fingers. The faint scent of burned flesh mixed with the aroma of the vanilla-scented candle. At least he’d gotten the damn thing lit.

The points of dim light in their small bedroom made his shadow dance on each wall, and the wine already flowing through his system only added to the surreal environment. Rose petals littered the bed and floor, mixing with the vanilla wax in a scent that oozed sex.

The sun wasn’t down, but would be by the time she got home, and he didn’t want to be caught, so to speak, with his pants down. This was a night he’d had been planning for weeks. Nothing was going to ruin it.

He knew his wife would be home by eight, and also knew he was running the risk of her being tired, or worse, upset. Her weekly get-togethers with her friends rarely amounted to anything constructive, but it was her way to release and vent. They were good friends, but significantly older, and often begrudged her her youth and good looks. And her husband.

He looked at himself in the mirror. 5’9″, sandy blond hair. Not much in the way of muscles but a lanky toughness that resembled the athlete he had once been. He had actually lost weight since graduating from college, but was far from a health nut. His “lucky” boxers hugged his waist snugly. If Nichole thought he was hot, that was enough.

He checked his shave one more time and went to the freezer. The bucket of ice belched vapor when he opened the door, the opened (and sampled) bottle of wine at the ready. He checked his watch.

7:50. She had probably found the note on the seat of her car by now.

He rearranged the sampling of lingerie on the back of the couch for the umpteenth time. Surely there was something there she would be comfortable in. He personally hoped she’d choose the black one, but any would do. Hell, her flannel pajamas would do, but they weren’t an option.

He scooped up his bottle of wine from the coffee table and sipped. Riesling wasn’t his favorite, but it was hers. That’s what mattered. She’d had a tough week … they were all tough. Since he’d taken his new job, things hadn’t been as passionate between them as they had both hoped, but he had never had a day job before, and was learning to appreciate her early mornings and 10:30 bedtimes. With any luck, they’d be in bed much earlier this Friday night.

The ring of his cell phone startled him. For a moment he considered ignoring it, and would have if her name hadn’t popped up on the caller ID.

“Hello?”

“What’s this all about?”

“Just follow the directions.”

“What are you doing.”

“Just do it, I’ll see you in a few minutes.”

“You’re crazy. All right, bye.”

“Bye.”

He knew the tone in that voice. Tired, but curious and in a good mood. He thought of her breezing down the road with the top down on her convertible, her sassy “car hat” pulled down tight over her ears. He smiled.

He went back to the fridge one more time and pulled the tray of chocolate-covered strawberries from the top shelf. They weren’t part of her diet, strictly speaking, but he didn’t care. Frankly, he could have cared less if she ate a single one. He considered them more visual foreplay than anything.

He dimmed the lights and carried the wine and strawberries to the bedroom, where he shut the door. He flopped down on the bed and tried to relax. So much preparing for something that a couple married a year and a half usually did without thinking. And that was the problem.

Involuntarily, his penis twitched in his boxers. Lord, he was getting hard just thinking about it. He closed his eyes and reached into his pants, gripping his member. Damn, his hand was cold. He knew she hated that. Well, no better place to warm them up.

The relaxation was sarışın porno shattered by the rumble of the garage door and the grinding of tires on the gravel driveway. Shit, she must have flown. He wondered if she was feeling excited at that moment, too. Had she been feeling her own wetness as she drove home? Probably not, but the thought made him even harder.

He heard the front door open, and a soft “Huh?” as she obviously spied the buffet of unmentionables spread out on the back of the couch. Then he heard a full-out laugh.

“Where are you?!”

“Just get dressed!”

“I am dressed!”

“Undressed then!”

The thump of shoes and the rustle of clothes told him she was playing along. Good girl.

The rustling stilled. He knew she was looking at the lingerie, some of which had been wedding shower gifts, worrying about what would fit. It was a battle she waged with herself constantly, one that he knew he couldn’t fight for her. The truth was, though she might have gained a few pounds in the past 18 months, she was still beautiful and knew exactly how to use what she had. Firm, smooth legs. Perky breasts of the perfect size. And the sweetest honeypot any man could ever hope to lay eyes – or tongue – on.

The rustling resumed, followed by footsteps. He rearranged on the bed to hide his erection, but the footsteps continued past the bedroom to the bathroom. He heard water run and the soft “psst” of perfume. A good sign.

The water stopped and he heard the doorknob begin to turn. She peeked around the door, a single eye glistening in the candlelight. A spill of shoulder-length red hair showed itself, and then a bare foot, leg and knee. She opened the door wider, and his breath caught.

She was most definitely playing along.

It was the black number, all right. It seemed whenever that one came out, it was a night to remember. She turned around and shut the door, the bottom of her smooth ass visible just under the sheer silk. A spaghetti strap slipped off one shoulder. Not as tight as she thought, apparently.

She turned back around and flashed a coy smile that made him beam. She stood there, toeing at the carpet as if she didn’t know what to do next.

“Come here, beautiful,” he said.

She walked over to him as he sat up on the edge of the bed. He grabbed the empty wineglass and filled it from the bottle. The he topped off his own glass.

“Surprise.”

The beginnings a smirk appeared at the corner of her mouth.

“You must want something,” she said in a soft voice, taking a long drink of the wine.

“You got that right. I’ve been thinking about you all week.”

“At least he last five minutes,” she said, looking down at his stretched boxers. The look on her face wasn’t coy any more.

With that, she leaned over him and pulled him into a deep, passionate kiss. He could see her breasts sway in the loose fabric, two perfect globes of flesh in the candlelight. God, he wanted to run his hands over them. But first things first.

He wrapped his arms around her waist as their tongues explored one another, caressing her back and letting them slip down over her ass. He pulled her closer, needing to feel her body against his.

But she pulled away, taking another swig of the Riesling.

“You think it’s that easy?” she said. Coyness had been replaced by a wickedness that only he got to see. She paced a few feet away from him, tapping the wineglass with a fingernail. “You think you can sweep me off my feet with candles and wine and … woah, strawberries.”

The forgotten tray was on the bed, he picked one up and bit into it, letting the sweet chocolate and tang of berry roll on his tongue.

“They’re pretty good, want one?”

“I want that one.”

“Sorry, it’s mine.”

Swiftly sex hikayeleri she was on him, straddling his knees and locking her mouth to his. She sucked the half-eaten berry straight out of his mouth and chewed it up.

“I SAID I want that one.”

He picked up another one, but instead of eating it he brushed it along the slope of one of her breasts. The chocolate left a brown streak on her skin, and he leaned forward and slowly licked it off.

“And I want that one.”

Their battle of wills was stirring his erection again, but with her on top of him there was only one place for it to go. He stiffened against the thin material of the thong panties, and she shut her eyes and moaned.

“And I want that one,” she said through parted lips.

From that moment on, the strawberries were forgotten. She pushed him over backward on the bed and slid up until she was on her knees, straddling him. His cock was still rubbing firmly against her still-covered mound, and he rocked to accentuate the feeling. She took one last sip of wine and put the glass on the bedside table.

In a flash the boxers were off and she was kneeling to the side of him, caressing his stomach and licking small circle around his left nipple. He closed his eyes and stretched his legs out, letting his hard on laze freely on his stomach.

Suddenly a warm, firm grip enveloped his penis and second later the silky warmth of her mouth engulfed it. He knew she liked going down on him, even if she didn’t do it very often, but he had no idea she liked it this much.

Her head bobbed up and down as her hand gripped the base of his shaft tightly. The other hand massaged his boys, a move she’d been late trying but swift at perfecting. A moan escaped his mouth as she took him in particularly deep. God, she gave great head.

After the first wave of sensation passed, his hands began to move toward her, first caressing her leg, then moving up to the hem of the short nightie. He massaged her ass, and gently pulled her toward him by hooking his finger under the waistband. Why not double the pleasure?

She shifted her weight until she was parallel with him, never wavering from his penis. She raised up to her knees and allowed him to pull the thong down to her knees, then balanced on one knee and then the other as he pulled them off her legs, all the while never breaking contact with his penis. The girl should have been a fucking ballerina.

In her position, the nightie did nothing to cover her lower body, and he could clearly see her glistening vagina in the candlelight. It seemed to beg for attention, so he pulled her over to him, and she carefully lifted her left leg up and over his head, so her wetness was right over his face. He cupped her ass cheeks and pulled her down to his waiting mouth.

“God, baby!” It was the first time she’d stopped sucking on him, and he was thankful for the break. Much more of that and he’d be through before he began. Before she could regain her composure, he dove between her legs, running his tongue up and down the outer lips, loving the taste of her. Her scent washed over him as he parted her lips and began to lick her deeper inside. She gripped his thighs and arched her back.

“Holy shit, baby.”

He still said nothing, only caressing her ass with his hands and devouring her with his tongue. He teased her hot spot with the tip of his tongue, knowing the reaction.

“Aaaaaaah!”

He liked the sound of that.

She returned to his penis, if only half-heartedly. She was using her hand more and was obviously preoccupied with what he was doing to her. He focused in more on her clit, swirling his tongue around it, and gently slid his hands up and down the crack of her ass, pausing nowhere but providing extra sensation nevertheless.

Her şişman porno handling of his penis had become erratic now, and he paused for just a moment.

“It’s OK, this is for you.”

“Thank youuuuu..” she moaned, and placed her hands out wide to the sides. She was moaning now, and he was giving all his attention to her swollen bud.

“Oh shit, this is a big one!”

He could feel her pussy tighten over his mouth and nose as she began to rock back and forth, groaning inaudibly and clenching the bedspread.

“Ohhhhh, God baby, I’m cumming!”

With that she spasmed and ground herself down on his face, hot juices washing over his mouth and down his cheeks. He gripped her ass firmly, steadying her as she swayed over him. Finally she came off her high and rolled to he side, a panting mass of orgasmic bliss.

He rolled over and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. She tasted so good.

She rolled over on her back and looked up at him with a look of amazement.

“Your turn,” she said.

“Don’t you need a minute?”

“I just need you.”

She stood up and pulled the nightie off her body, finally exposing her rock-hard nipples. He stood up as well and walked behind her, running his hands up and down her body. His penis restiffened, thumping merrily on her lower back. He loved the feel of her skin, especially her breasts.

“How do you want to do it?” she asked, knowing the answer.

He wasn’t in a state to mince words. He kissed her neck and pressed himself more firmly against her.

“Like this.”

She leaned over and placed both hands on the bed, then she put her knees on the edge of the mattress. He stayed behind her, fondling her breasts. Expertly, she reached between her legs and grabbed his erection, guiding it towards her soaking vagina.

He had to control himself as he entered, and they both nearly screamed in ecstasy. He took it slow at first, feeling the contours of her, but then quickened his pace when the angle became just right. He continued to massage her breasts with one hand and moved the other down to her clit, stimulating all of her zones at once.

“Jesus baby, you’re amazing,” he said. She only whimpered in response.

When her breathing quickened to the point of no return, he knew he should stop. He pulled out and she looked desperately over her shoulder.

“What’s the matter?”

“I want to see you.”

She rolled over and scooted up on the bed. He crawled up to her and in one smooth motion was back inside, gliding in and out like her vagina was a glove.

There was no waiting now as the pace quickened to a frenzy of flesh, their tongues, arms and legs intertwined as their breathing became ragged and the soft light intensified to a blinding brilliance.

“Ooooohhhhhhh, I love you!”

“I… love … you…,” he said between thrusts.

Suddenly the warm, slightly numb feeling in his groin began to spread to his lower belly. With one final thrust he came, his body rigid as his erupted into his wife, fucking her deeper than he had ever thought possible. She, in turn, was sent over the edge, locking her ankles behind his head and digging her nails into his back.

“Unnnnnnngghhhhhhh!”

“AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHGOOOOOODDDDD!”

He lay on top of her, both temporarily blacked out. The strawberries were in a pile at the foot of the bed, the overturned tray was on the floor. Their sweat and fluids collected between them and on the bed, but neither seemed to mind.

Eventually they both sat up and shared the rest of the bottle of wine. They fed each other strawberries and talked, often taking time to make out and fondle one another, though after a long week and a fantastic fuck, neither of them had the energy for another go.

When the playfulness turned to cuddling, he stood up and walked around the room, blowing out the candles one by one. He turned in the light of the final small tea-light and looked at his naked wife, dozing on the bed.

“We still got it, sweetie,” he whispered to himself.

Then he blew out the candle and climbed in bed.

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After dating the accountant for about 6 weeks she began to talk about moving in together, marriage and kids. Having just come out of an 18 year marriage I was not keen on this enthusiasm and so the relationship petered out.

It wasn’t too long however before I got bored being on my own and decided to start dating again.

My next girl friend was a school teacher who had been married but was now separated and had been for some five years during which time she had hardly dated at all but concentrated on brining up her son who was now 8 years old.

Cathy was 35, a little younger than me, but stood at just about 5 feet 1 inch tall, some 7 inches shorter than my 5 foot 8 inches. She had long dark hair that tumbled down to her shoulders in natural curls that made it look almost permed. Though English her facial features looked almost Spanish, helped of course by her hair, though her skin was not tanned like someone from the Mediterranean.

She was not slim but carried no extra weight and despite her shortness she was well proportioned with small breasts, nice hips and rounded, pert bottom.

Our first date was in a pub and I nearly blew things when I was so shy that I could barely look Cathy in the eye and it was a struggle to kiss her good bye when the date ended.

I was surprised to get a second date a week later and we met in the same pub where she told me her son was stopping out for the night at his grandparents so I could go back to her house if I liked for a coffee.

I agreed and she drove us to a detached house on a quiet housing development.

The idea of coffee went out the window and we shared a bottle of wine instead. As time ticked on Cathy said I could stay the night if I liked and have the guest bedroom.

I thought this was a good idea as it saved me a trip home on the late night train. I was note prepared in that I didn’t have an over-night bag but thought I could manage for one night.

I stripped down to my shorts and was soon in bed with the light out, listening to here if Cathy was also going to bed in the room next door. The wine had gone to my head a little more than I expected and I was struggling to stay awake. I was laid with my back to the door and started to drift in to sleep when I felt the duvet lift and Cathy climbing in to bed next to me.

I turned and we immediately began kissing. Her warm body was naked and I could feel her breasts on my chest as I pulled her close. As we continued to kiss I let my hands slip down Cathy’s sides until they rested üvey kız kardeş porno on her firm arse which I stroked.

Suddenly Cathy put her palms on my chest I could feel her wriggling down my body as she push me on to my back. Her hands took hold of the top of my shorts and slid them down, freeing my erect penis which she immediately grabbed and slowly but firmly she forced back my foreskin to expose the throbbing head.

She took me in to her mouth and began to work her tongue slowly all over my knob. The sensation was fantastic and I had to pinch myself to remember this was only my second date with this woman.

As she licked around the top of my shaft she began to slowly move her hand up and down my cock, wanking me gently in to her mouth.

I felt almost guilty as my pleasure built as I could not reach any part of Cathy’s body to reciprocate and just paid back and enjoyed waves of pleasure flowing from my groin.

My excitement was growing and Cathy must have noticed the small twitches my dick was now making and instead of stopping she began wanking me faster and harder, sucking me deeper in to her mouth as she did this.

I closed my eyes and grasped the bed sheet, trying to fight off the inevitable, but it was impossible and my body suddenly went rigid as my dick twitched one last time and hot spunk came out in spurts in to Cathy’s mouth.

Cathy left the bed and I could do no more than lay there and soon fell in to a light sleep, sensing Cathy returning to the bed and snuggling up to me shortly after.

It was difficult for me to say how long I dosed for, but I awoke with a semi-erection as I need the toilet. I gently left the bed trying not to disturb Cathy. When I returned I got back under the duvet she started kissing my neck and I instinctively reached out and felt her breast, squeezing each before gently working her nipples in to stiff little pointers.

I was erect again by this time and rolled on to my back, easing Cathy on top of me so our groins me. She could feel my cock pressing her bell as I began to suck each breast in turn, flicking my tongue quickly across each nipple before closing my teeth and tugging gently.

Starting to emit little moans, Cathy felt down and guided my erection in to her vagina. I moved my own hand down to help her and could feel that she had no pubic hair, a fact I had not appreciated as we had both been under the duvet in the dark and I had not had the opportunity to nuzzle her cunt yet.

With xnxx porno cock in now Cathy began to slowly ride up and down on my shaft, her pussy feeling quite tight. She transferred her weight a little further back as her rhythm began to increase and was soon bouncing up and down quite happily, the duvet having been discarded from the bed.

At first I lay as still as possible and left the work to Cathy, but as her rhythm increased I couldn’t help but start to push myself upwards from the bed to meet her downwards thrusts. Up and down she went and in the darkness I could just make out the outline of her tits moving up and down in harmony with the rest of her body, though only slightly as a result of their modest size.

I focussed hard to stop myself coming and this paid off as before long I felt Cathy thrusting down harder, her breath coming in ragged gasps before she suddenly pushed herself on to my cock really hard but didn’t ride back up it this time as her legs gripped tightly around my thighs and her orgasm came.

After a few seconds I could feel her relax and she suggested we change positions. She slowly raised herself up and lifted herself off my cock.

I began to move but let out a gasp of pain as something in my lower back pulled.

Cathy asked me what was wrong and I explained it was just old age. She immediately suggested I might benefit from a little massage and reached over to her bedside dresser. She opened the top drawer and rummaged in the dark for a little while then closed the drawer again.

She then told me to lay on my front and she poured some oil on to my lower back from a small bottle she had taken from the dresser.

Carefully and gently she began to rub my back and the sensation quickly eased my discomfort and relaxed me. I sank in to the mattress and she worked away, a little firmer now, making me feel so damn good.

Not wanting to hog all the pleasure I told Cathy I would give her back a rub, wanting to show off a skill I had acquired with the accountant who really liked a massage as a pre-curser to sex.

Cathy agreed and rolled on to her stomach, handing me the small bottle.

I put a little oil on my hands and dribbled a little down the length of her spine then went to work gently kneading and massaging, working my way from Cathy’s shoulders to her arse and back up again.

As I worked my way down again Cathy lifted her midriff from the bed and was stroking herself between the legs as I worked.

Early morning zenci porno light was growing outside and though it was still quite dark in the bedroom I could start to make out a little more detail, the colour of flesh now more apparent than it was in the pitch blackness of the night.

I stopped the massage and watched as Cathy continued to stroke herself. As the light increased a little more I could just about make out her fingers penetrating her pussy.

She now lifted up a little higher, resting on one arm she rubbed herself harder and pushed her arse in the air. I had the perfect view of her masturbating.

As she continued rubbing she ask me for the oil. She stopped pleasuring herself for a second, kneeled upright, poured some oil on to her right hand then bent forward again leaning on her left arm with her face almost in the pillow and her arse again stuck high in the air.

Again her fingers came between her legs but this time didn’t stop at her pussy but move on to her anus. She rubbed gently across the opening, allowing the oil on her fingers to moisten the little tight hole.

My erection was growing harder at this show and soon her ring and forefingers were disappearing up to the middle joints as they pushed in to her now lubricated arse hole.

Sticking her bottom higher in the air Cathy suddenly told me to stick my cock in her arse. I was shocked, having only ever tried anal sex once and not expecting this on a second date.

She removed her fingers which went to work on her pussy as I eased towards her so that the head of my penis just touched her anal passage opening.

I pulled back my foreskin and pushed, feeling some resistance as my knob began to disappear in to Cathy’s arse. Just a little way in I paused, worried this might be uncomfortable for her. In answer she pushed herself backwards so her hole swallowed up three quarters of my shaft.

I then very gently pulled back and then gently thrust forward again, my movements measured and careful.

Cathy began to rub her bare pussy lips more frantically and as I pushed in to her she moved back harder on to my cock with each thrust.

I closed my eyes and stopped thrusting as I felt very close to shooting my load. I told Cathy I was about to come and she responded by speeding up her own movements so that she slid up and down on my hard cock which was gripped in her tight little arse.

It was impossible to resist the urge and as I she pushed back on to my prick harder than ever I couldn’t stop myself exploding in to her. When the twitching stopped Cathy pulled forwards until my cock came out of her arse and she then laid on her back, legs open and rubbed herself hard until she reached orgasm a few minutes later.

We both slept soundly after that and I dreamt of what might happen on our third date.

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It was one of those weeks, nothing but problems at work and with the kids. The heat and humidity in the Iowa Summer was so unbearable. Nothing went right and the week seemed to dwell on forever for her. It seemed that everything was thrown at her with nothing but chaos topped off with a heavy coating of frustration. To top everything else, it’s the weekend where her lover is not to be around. So camping with him was out of the question. Which is probably okay, being that the weather was so damn hot and sticky anyway.

She arrives home from work on Friday late afternoon. The house is a pit because of her two kids, who are mid to late teens, didn’t pitch in to help around the house. Well no surprise there. Oh, how she needed a Black Velvet and Coke!

She starts picking up the house while avoiding starting an argument with the girls. She had had enough frustration already and the last thing she wanted was to raise her blood pressure and anger by fighting with the girls. After that she cleaned the kitchen so she could perhaps make a decent meal for once.

By the time she was done it was close to six thirty. Both daughters never peeked in on her while she worked. One was in the basement and the other was in her room.

Just as she was starting dinner she heard her daughters approaching toward the kitchen.

“Hey mom, we’re going to go out to see a movie, see ya later.” The oldest one said as they walked past her and out the back door.

How lovely it must be to just do what you want to do without regard to others was what she was thinking. Again she didn’t want to say anything for she had reached her limit.

She did make herself a BV and Coke and ended up making a toasted peanut butter sandwich. Such a healthy dinner she thought as she sat down on the couch and watched TV.

An hour later she was feeling the alcohol and decided that she had better get her shower in and wash off the day’s sticky feeling. She went to her room, shut and locked the door feeling content that by doing so will keep all the chaos and frustration at bay just to the other side of the door. She turned on the ceiling fan above her bed.

She shed her clothes and walked into her bathroom. She started the cool shower and gave a sigh of relief as the water cascaded down her soft skin. She relished the feeling. It felt wonderful and invigorating. The only time that she felt cool the entire week was when she was under the shower.

She took her time and enjoyed cleansing her body. Fifteen minutes later she shut off the water and stepped out of the tub. She grabbed a towel from the towel rack and wrapped her long blonde hair. She stepped up to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked incredible for a woman of forty. Her breasts were just the right size and didn’t sag. Her nipples were hardening as the water began to slowly dry off of them. Her tummy was fairly flat and taught. Below that where her mons would be was bare. She had been unable to grow hair there for many years now. Her legs were long and the skin looked so smooth. She turned herself and gave herself a compliment on her tight ass.

As she started to dry off she changed her mind and let the dripping water remain on her body. She dried her hair as best she could and dropped the towel on the floor of the bathroom. She left the bathroom light on and walked back in to her bedroom. The room was starting to darken as the sun was setting. She went over to the window and shut the blinds. Then she crawled onto her bed without pulling down the comforter. She lay in the center of the bed on her back and propped her head up with two pillows while the light from the bathroom lightly painted her wet, naked body

The ceiling fan was blowing right on top of her. With her body still being wet, she felt the coolness of the water drying from her skin. It felt wonderful and relaxing.

She brought her hands up to her breasts and felt how hard her nipples were. She gently pinched them between her fingers sending a feeling between her legs. Finding water droplets with her fingertips, she rubbed the wetness onto her nipples and immediately felt the cooling result.

Finding that pleasurable, she lightly traced her fingertips down to her tummy spreading out the droplets onto her skin. She felt the coolness spread over her tummy. Again she felt a tingle travel down to her sex.

Her fingers continued down to her thighs with the slightest touch with the answer of coolness and arousal. She brought her legs up and spread her knees apart and repeated the motions to her upper legs, her knees, and calves. She even pulled her feet together and pushed her knees all the way to hd porno the bed, wide apart, and cooled her feet. She looked down and saw how erotically open and wide she was. The tingling was very strong and she knew she was getting wet.

Her hands on her feet were but an inch away from her sex. She brought them up to between her legs just to each side of her pussy. Her thumbs grazed her outer lips and she was amazed at how swollen they felt. Her heart was beating harder under her breasts and hard nipples. She knew she needed relief and now.

Using her index fingers of each hand she moved them to her opening and spread her lips apart. She immediately felt herself dripping. Her wetness invited her probing fingers as she pushed them inside herself. She suddenly felt coolness so she looked down and from the shadow casting light of the bathroom she noticed that her clit was exposed and the air from the fan was blowing directly on it. She moved one of her fingers from inside herself to touch her clit and the contrast from the warmth of her finger and the coolness from the drying water made her moan.

All that mattered now was giving herself the climax that her body ached for. She rubbed her finger around her clit while her other hand began moving a finger in and out of herself. Before long she felt the familiar tightening and pulsing grow deep within. As soon as she felt the walls from her depth clasp around her probing fingers she vigorously rubbed directly on her clit while bringing up wetness from her opening. Soon she was raising her hips off of the bed, matching the rhythm that her fingers were playing.

It felt like her insides exploded as the wave hit her writhing body. She stopped breathing as her climax took her to a higher level. It had been so long since she had such a strong orgasm. She stopped rubbing her clit but her pussy was still pulsating around her fingers. She knew that she was capable of having two types of orgasms. One from the outside just from rubbing her clit and one from deep inside. She wanted the deep inside orgasm. As her body returned from the first climax her fingers continued to slide in and out. She was so close…………..

Her body was taking control now and what happened next was something that she couldn’t control nor did she expect. She suddenly felt a strong wave of contentment and relaxation wash over her. Before she knew what had even happened, her body shut down and put her in a deep sleep.

In her sleep she began to dream and in her dream she was still on the bed, wet, and naked and still feeling the fan blowing on her wet body. Only in her dream she saw him standing in the bathroom doorway silhouetted from the bathroom light.

As he slowly began to enter into the bedroom the backlight from the bathroom continuously changed the shadows on him and it allowed her finally see that he was naked. As he moved closer the to the foot of the bed the lighting revealed that he was hard and he was shaved smooth and there was a glint of wetness on the tip of the bulging head of his shaft.

He finally reached the bed and she felt his hands grasp her ankles as he slowly spread her legs.

From her ankles she felt him gently kiss and lick the water from her body. He slowly moved up her calves to her knees, always alternating legs. He moved from her knees to her thighs and upper thighs. It felt like it was taking forever for him to travel.

Soon he was kissing and licking between her thighs and laying himself down on the bed between her spread legs.

She looked down upon his shadowed face as he softly said, “Just relax and let yourself go and enjoy what I’m giving you.”

After saying that he leaned in and began placing light kisses all around her smooth lips. He had placed his hands on either side of her sex and his fingers were very close to touching her intimate parts but instead gently massaged and needed her soft skin. Knowing and feeling that she had no hair here drove his lust to a higher place. There is nothing more pleasurable to him than going down on a woman that is bare. He could feel his hardness press against the comforter of the bed. He was so hard that it hurt and ached.

She felt his warm lips travel all around her opening and up and over her clit. Her own hands wandered up to her breasts where she cupped them and lightly pinched her nipples.

He was taking is time and enjoying exploring her secrets for the first time. He learned of her smell and how it fueled his desire to pleasure her. He learned of her wetness and how it tasted on his lips, making him wanting more. He learned of her passion and witnessed what made her move japon porno and moan and what did not.

She couldn’t help but wonder why he was teasing her so badly when in fact he wasn’t. He was savoring her for himself. He was getting pleasure from giving her pleasure. His head was spinning from lust from what he was doing to her and he didn’t want it to end, not now, not yet.

Her hips were beginning to rotate in front of him so he moves his hands and cradles her ass. His fingers began to gently squeeze the soft flesh. He feels her raise her knees higher causing her to be even more open for his taking. He just wanted to eat her alive and make her melt into a puddle.

Taking his tongue he moves it to just below her opening and very slowly brings it upwards. He immediately feels the slickness of her wetness as it had started dripping down earlier. He glides the flatness of his tongue over her opening up to her clit and lightly brushes over the top of it. From there he starts to trace a circle with the tip of his tongue down the right side on the outside of her lip to below where he was and back up the other side. When he reached the top he would lightly lick her clit and then blow on it a little.

She began to moan and her hands were very busy with her breasts. She felt small pulses growing deep within her and he could also feel them with his tongue and knew that she was close to letting go.

He eased off by taking his tongue away from her sex and began planting light kisses all around her inner thighs. She let out a long breath and her body went a little limp after his oral caresses ceased to excite her.

When she had calmed down he started again but this time he surround his lips softly around her hardened clit and so very, very gently began to tease the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue. This caused her legs to quiver slightly.

With his right hand he moved two of his fingers to the opening of her pussy. The subtle penetration of his digits were greeted with much wetness and warmth and he didn’t stop pushing until his fingers were in as far as they could go.

Her breathing stopped as his fingers traveled to her depths. Her head was back and her mouth was wide open. When he began to withdraw his fingers from her he felt the walls within her clasp around him tightening to keep him inside of her.

After the first stroke of his fingers she began breathing in short breaths and again her hips began to move and raise to try and regain the penetration she so desired.

When he had moved with in her a few times he felt the slight contractions begin again as before indicating that she was approaching orgasm. So he slowed and withdrew his fingers all together and stopped moving his tongue over the top of her clit.

She looked down upon him and gave a disappointing sigh.

He slightly moved his lips from off her clit and quickly sucked air into his lungs causing the rushing air to quickly cool her swollen clit. She jumped at the sensation and let out a slight cry.

She dropped her head on the pillow in frustration and awaited for his next attempt to drive her into a sexual frenzy.

And he did. Over and over again for more than thirty minutes.

By now her hands were at her sides pulling and squeezing the comforter with her taught fingers. She was breathing heavily almost panting. She couldn’t take it anymore so she reached down and grabbed her knees and pulled them back towards her chest as far as she could and kept them apart. She looked at him and begged, “Please! I need to cum now!”

This is what he was waiting for and he knew what he wanted to do to her.

He covered her pussy with his mouth and flattened his tongue out and began licking her lips and clit all over with no kind of pattern. All he was doing was spreading her never ending juices all over with his tongue and he was savoring her taste. Teasing her this long was driving him just as crazy and he felt the wetness that his throbbing cock had made that remained pressed from his weight against the comforter. He hurt so bad he needed release just as much as she did. But he was focused on her pleasure and he will fulfill her desires.

As his tongue traveled all around her and with her being so wide open and exposed it didn’t take long for her to feel the heat being generated from deep within. It came so suddenly that she locked her entire body and held her breath as the massive wave swept through her.

He felt her contractions. They were quick together and strong. After about 15 seconds into her orgasm she screamed as the pent up air escaped her lungs and she panted through the lezbiyen porno rest until the climax had all subsided.

He wasn’t through. Not yet. He knew what she was capable of and he wanted to give it to her.

He sat up and knelt between her spread legs. She looked down upon him and saw his throbbing organ pointing towards the ceiling. She wanted nothing but to feel his hardness spear through her folds. But that is not what he had in his mind and she was surprised as he pushed two fingers into her depths as deep as he could go and curled his fingers up inside of her. The sudden invasion caused her to gasp and utter another moan.

Instead of thrusting his fingers in and out of her he wiggled his finger tips until he found the hard spot deep inside about three inches inside her pussy. He took his other hand and gently placed it over her smooth pubic region and slightly pressed down.

She again grabbed her knees and pulled them back. This only granted him deeper access but instead he wiggled his fingers firmer against the hard spot deep inside.

She suddenly knew what he was doing and it felt wonderful.

This time the heat inside of her grew from all over her lower region and it grow slowly, not fast as the first orgasm. She knew it was growing in strength and all she had to do was wait and ride out the huge tidal wave she knew was coming.

It took longer than the first one but it was so different. Her muscles in her tummy, her back, her legs, and especially the walls of her pussy tightened untl he thought she was going to squeeze his fingers out. He pushed against her and continued probing that spot. Suddenly the tightness stopped and turned into a strong pulsation that was farther apart and so strong that she lifted her shoulders from the bed and screamed. She clamped her legs together locking his hand between them. He had no choice but to continue massaging that g-spot.

This orgasm was stronger and deeper than anything she had experience and it lasted a good thirty seconds until the pulsating subsided slowly for another thirty seconds

She plopped backed down on the bed totally spent as he withdrew his soaked fingers and hand from between her legs. She was still breathing heavily as if she ran a mile.

He knew there was nothing she could give him to aid in relieving him and his pent up lust so he crawled on top of her and straddled her hips. She watched as he grasped his shaft with his wet fingers from her climax and began stroking his smooth throbbing shaft. She could see the glistening wetness coat the skin and she noted how purple and swollen the head had looked. She raised her hands as she wanted to feel his hardness. Instead he guided her hand to his tightening balls. She was amazed at how smooth he felt as she had never felt a man shaven before.

She continued watching as he gave the solo performance for her. She noticed how he continuously getting wetter and wetter and soon felt the slickness reach her roaming fingers on his balls. She rubbed the wetness in.

His stroking was getting faster and his breathing was deep and hard. With her fingertips she felt him tighten up and suddenly saw the first thick spurt erupt from the purple head of his cock. It went as high as his shoulders and came down and landed on his stroking fingers then dripping onto her hands. He gave himself three or four more strokes and let go of his pulsating cock so she could witness his orgasm.

His warm seed shot up and landed randomly all over his hands, her hands, her tummy, and her heaving breasts with each shot. She witness his shaft pump towards him as it spit each pulse of warm cum. She had never witness anything so erotic as a cock spewing its load.

After five or six spurts the amount of cum had subsided but there was more than plenty. Soon his cock had stopped pumping and was still and no longer leaking any more cum.

She moved her hands and grabbed his shaft and rubbed in all the wetness into it and his balls. Then she moved them down and spread his warmth all over her breasts.

As she went to look up at his face she heard a loud slam.

She shot up from her pillow and looked around the empty room. There was no one there with her. Just her naked on her comforter with the ceiling fan blowing on her body with the light form the bathroom casting shadows on her.

She felt that her heart was beating fast and that she was slightly panting. She also felt how wet she still was between her legs.

She got up and walked to her bathroom and heard that her daughters had returned from the movie. That was the slam that she had heard. She remembered her dream and how intense it was and how real it had felt. She decided that she must have had an orgasm in her sleep.

When she reached her bathroom she looked into the mirror at herself and was shocked at what she saw.

There were thick white droplets splattered on her tummy and breasts.

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3 – The Test Drive

“That looks good Sabrina. Very, very good.”

“Thank you, and good morning,” Sabrina replied softly. She smirked at the way Monica was staring. It was all very familiar for her – things had been much the same during her early days at lab. Those who held power over her took pleasure in dressing her up and walking her around.

The costume she’d been given this morning was especially revealing, and in some ways actually quite clever. With well practiced strides she balanced atop transparent acrylic high heels which were quite steep, adding at least five inches. In Monica the retired bikini model’s house swimwear was king, so she wore a hot pink bikini top. Though the straps were well prepared for the stretch of her breasts, the cups certainly were not, as they provided cover for only slightly more than just her nipples. She was constantly, to Monica’s amusement, adjusting to keep them centered over her expansive tits as with her every movement atop those heels the springy straps bounced them about.

The clever part of Sabrina’s outfit was the matching pink hot pants, which had a custom pocket in the front where she could stuff her ponderous genitals. Though it displayed them blatantly with a mighty bulge that dangled and swung between her upper thighs it offered plenty of needed control, keeping them mostly out of the way while she did her errands.

Errands. That was the other thing striking her so familiar about her living situation with the wealthy Monica Swanson. Much like the goddesses she’d seeked to please in that Arizonian lab, she’d found herself fulfilling tasks, like a servant to her master.

Monica was smiling as she approached, her eyes running up and down, taking in the absurd sexuality of her incredibly endowed dual-sexed blonde’s swaying, jiggling gait. She reached out to accept the tumbler Sabrina offered, and brought the thick drink to her lips.

“Hmm. Can you blend this smoothie longer? I can still feel the alfalfa sprouts. It’s gritty.” She handed the glass back to Sabrina. “Go on… back to the kitchen, now…”

Sabrina took the glass and turned, then resumed her walk. She could feel her eyes on her back. She gave a flip of her blonde hair, then smiled softly when she heard a little sigh of admiration from her master.

“So I’ve got my appointment at the spa today,” Monica said as she rolled out her yoga mat. “The thing is though, I double scheduled. My car is scheduled for service this afternoon.”

Sabrina plunked the tumbler into Monica’s magic bullet, and the blades began to whir. She gave it a good minute.

“You know how to drive, don’t you?”

“Mm? Drive?” Sabrina started on her way back.

“Yeah. To get the car to the garage today.”

“Oh, right,” Sabrina said. She handed the glass back to Monica. “Uhm… I don’t do that much…”

“But you do, right? Good.” Monica put the glass aside and got down onto her yoga mat. “Bring the car to the garage for two pm today.”

“Oh, are you sure? Maybe you should just reschedule.”

“No, I’d rather not. They have a waiting list, it could be weeks. All you have to do is drive it down there and they’ll take over.”

Sabrina was nervously wringing her hands together beneath her chest, looking extremely hesitant. “Er… oh…kay…”

***

She stood outside now in the sunlight, dressed far more decently in a ‘good girl’ outfit of black tights and a short skirt with a red knitted sweater. A black baseball cap sat on her head, tilted low to hide her face. While pulling repeatedly on the doorhandle she clicked buttons on the keyfob. Surely one of them had to unlock it. Eventually she had access, so she ducked inside the expensive vehicle.

Sabrina wasn’t licensed, and her driving experience amounted to a few laps around the block in Paul’s car, about a year before. She basically had zero idea what she was doing. It was going to be a major ordeal getting there.

“Hm…” She hovered the key fob around at the base of the steering wheel, looking for a spot to insert. Paul’s Toyota took the key there, why didn’t Monica’s Mercedes? It took a while of playing around, but eventually she found that sitting on the brake while pushing a button would start up the car.

After remembering how to put the car into reverse she stepped on the gas, and the car launched suddenly down the driveway. In doing so the trunk, which apparently unlatched while she was playing with the keyfob, flew open. “Oh shit!”

She’d forgotten to buckle her safety belt as well, and she was draped over the steering wheel. “Ughh, unreal! I just hope I make it there!”

***

Never in her life had Sabrina been so terrified. At the dealership she eventually stumbled out of the car, wide eyed and trembling, with it resting diagonally between two parking spots. There hadn’t been any incidents, but there were more close calls than she cared to count. She got out, key in hand, and stumbled inside to the show room.

“Mrs Swanson?” A tall middle aged pornhub man in a suit approached her. “Oh. Uh, you’re here for Monica Swanson’s service appointment?” He was slightly stunned by the sight of her, having expected a familiar face and instead seeing a bold new one. He quickly took her in, head to toe, stopping for the briefest indulgence on all the sweatermeat stretching her red top.

“Yes.” She held the keyfob out to him, “please… take this away from me!”

“Sure thing,” he crooned, suddenly turning suave. “I’m Keith DeMarco, the manager of this fine dealership. ” He held out his hand, “and we’re glad to be of service, miss…?”

“Sabrina,” she said, shaking his larger hand.

“Great! Great. I see Mrs Swanson has found help. Such a busy woman. You just make yourself comfortable, grab a coffee or a tea. I’ll have them get started immediately.” He put a hand over her upper arm and hugged her to his side while he began to walk, guiding her towards the lounge. “It should only be two hours tops.”

“Okay,” she said. It took him a moment to release her, but when he did she continued walking a few steps in that direction. As soon as he left she stopped there and just looked around. It was a big, spacious place, with gleaming sports cars and SUVs parked for display. It was also very busy.

“Alright hun, you just march those papers over here. Yeah, yeah… that’s a good girl.”

Sabrina turned to watch a man in mechanic’s coveralls slouching in a chair behind the service desk. He dropped an oily rag onto his lap and held out his hand for his papers, guiding Sabrina’s to look upon the subject of his drawling request. A young woman was scowling to herself as she clicked on her high heels toward him. “There, Tim.”

“Thanks.” He looked at the sheet for a quick instant, then, “oooh, sorry sugartits, I wanted the other one. Could you go over there and get me the other one?”

Her scowl tightened, and she turned and left. He chuckled to himself and leaned back in his chair, watching her go… and Sabrina found herself doing much the same.

While the mechanic’s behaviour was unwelcome Sabrina couldn’t blame him for holding such interest over her. She was probably the youngest employee of the dealership, though that wasn’t the only thing about her that stood out. She was a little tall and looked to be of mixed asian and western origin. White and black checkerprint pants clung tight to her legs, the pattern thinning and widening to accent the curve of her upper thighs and wonderfully plump bottom. She wore a long sleaved black top with a plunging neckline, showing ample cleavage and just a hint of bra. As she went those features jiggled softly, along with the sway of her long, straight black hair. She clearly dressed and made herself up to show herself off.

After a moment she must have felt another set of eyes on her, because she turned toward Sabrina, who quickly tilted her head so her baseball cap would hide her eyes. That didn’t stop her, and soon the young woman approached.

“Hello, is there anything I can do for you?”

“Uh, well,” Sabrina said, feeling slow on the response as she inspected her more closely. She hadn’t been stingy on the mascara, and her perfume smelled warm and strong. She was quite intoxicating to encounter, in the most deliberate way. Sabrina had hoped to be in and out of the dealership without incident, but it seem that wouldn’t have to be so. “Perhaps?”

The young woman smirked smartly, “okay.” She held out a sassily manicured hand, “my name is Danielle.”

Sabrina shook it, then glanced down at the golden nametag pinned over one of her breasts: DANIELLE – JUNIOR SALES ASSOCIATE.

“Hi Danielle. I’m Sabrina.”

“Nice to meet you Sabrina. So what can I do for you today? Are you interested in one of this year’s models?”

“Hm…? I might be. Not sure… which one…”

“Okay, well why don’t we take a look at what’s available.” Danielle turned and started to walk, and Sabrina’s gaze instantly dropped down to that fat, dirty booty of hers. It was just a little loose, a little wild, in the best way, especially with her slim waist above. With each click of her heels her lush cheeks rose and fell, left, right, left right… with sympathetic secondary quivers of surface softness moving in the opposite. Snapping out of her hypnosis, Sabrina summoned her self control to not visibly react in the busy showroom.

“Here is one of this year’s best sellers, our offering in the small SUV category.” Danielle opened the drivers side door, “as you can see this one is fully optioned out with Italian leather upholstery, a premium upgraded twelve speaker stereo system…”

As Danielle named off all the car’s features Sabrina crawled inside. It was a good deal more spacious than Monica’s little roadster, which seemed an improvement, and she began to wonder if maybe one aspect of her anxiety during her ride there had been claustrophobic.

She wasn’t processing much of Danielle’s porno 92 increasingly obscure car jargon, and instead just watched her pretty mouth move. She then twitched alert, realizing her mind was drifting again into dangerous territory. Seeing that reaction, the young saleslady changed gears: “So… basically, it’s really nice, isn’t it?”

Sabrina noddled, smiling dumbly as she squeezed her legs together, willing her blood not to flow downwards.

Danielle smiled to herself and walked around the front of the car, then opened the passenger side door and got in beside Sabrina. They both shut the doors, and the atmosphere around them became quieter and rather intimate.

“Yeah… this is pretty nice. I like it better.” The still air within was soon coloured by the warm smell of Danielle’s perfume.

“Better than Monica’s?”

“Mm? Yes, I really do. So, everyone here knows her by name, don’t they?”

Danielle shrugged, “practically everyone in the world knows her by name. She used to be a huge celebrity… dating rock stars… I remember her always showing up in the tabloids when I was a little girl.”

“Is she the most famous client here?”

“There’s a lot of famous people in this town, Sabrina. But she is one of our star clients, for sure. Are… are you new around here?”

Sabrina nodded, “yes. I came in about a week ago. Did my best to make friends when I did.”

“That must have been easy,” Danielle said more softly, “uh, being the way you are.”

“Mm?” Sabrina looked at her and saw her biting her lip as they held eye contact. They both broke it at once, and Danielle tightened up, going back into sales-mode.

“So, would you be interested in looking at any other models?”

“No. I like it in here.”

“Oh, okay,” Danielle said. Their eyes met again, and this time they didn’t break gaze. Danielle’s facial expression softened as she let herself simply admire the amazing specimen that had walked into her showroom. There was a connection, they both felt it. “Maybe… we can go out on the lot, and look at one of the ones we have in stock…?”

“Are there people out there?”

“No, not usually.”

“Okay. Let’s go.”

***

All the way there, with interested eyes following the two attractive young women as they went, Sabrina was again trying to control herself. There was simply no denying that she was very much into Danielle, that she felt some sort of animal, chemical magnetism about her. She was thirsting for her, dreaming of grabbing her and grinding her monster into her lush behind.

They opened up and hopped inside an SUV identical to the one they’d looked at in the showroom. It was a good deal hotter in there, so as soon as Sabrina was behind the steering wheel she took off her baseball cap, then peeled out of her red sweater, revealing the tiny black tank top she’d worn underneath. Danielle simply watched, fascinated and awed by the radiant young blonde as so much more skin was revealed. With the way the sun was shining off her skin and fair hair, she looked as angelic as she did sexy.

“This is much better,” Sabrina said. “I like it here.” She smiled awkwardly, still playing their car sales game. She set a hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shifter.

Over that hand on the shifter Danielle softly placed her own. They turned to each other as their fingers began to weave together. For just a moment, staring into each others eyes, they hesitated, before slowly leaning in for a cautious little kiss.

With the barrier between them broken Danielle chuckled against her lips, then again they let their lips join, this time much deeper, much less restained than before as tongue was introduced and hands began to wander.

“Damn Sabrina. You’re… so hot.”

Sabrina smiled softly, “you don’t even know the half of it.”

Michelle seemed to squint at that. As her gaze wandered she began to catch on to what Sabrina meant: “what… what is that…?” There was a large lump in Sabrina’s lap, hidden under her skirt and pantyhose, that she was sure wasn’t there before.

“U-uhm… mm…” Sabrina squeezed her legs together awkwardly, no longer able to control her body’s impulses after such a tender embrace. If she were calm that sort of movement would have hid it, but instead it just pushed itself up into a higher mass, now with room to grow.

Danielle was soon staring wide eyed as an elongated tube emerged under Sabrina’s tights. She leaned in to examine the shape of it, and realized what she was looking at once the material was taut enough to thinly present the form of her member.

“You know what it is.”

She scoffed, “what? No. Are you kidding? No way. That’s not real!” But by the way it was slowly straightening and creeping along Sabrina’s thigh, she soon was convinced otherwise. “Oh shit.” she said, her voice going quiet.

Unsure how to proceed, Sabrina was perfectly still, save for the throbbing of her growing admiration for her saleslady. Would she qiqitv porno be able to stop herself, or were they about to make a scene? Was Danielle even okay with it?

“Can…” Danielle quickly turned to glance out her window for onlookers, then whispered, “can I see it?”

Sabrina shook her head. “No… I won’t be able to control it. It’ll never go down. We’ll get in trouble.”

Danielle just blinked at her, then looked back down to Sabrina’s semi-aroused monster. She slowly reached for it.

“No!” Sabrina pulled her legs to her chest and hugged them against herself giggling: “I’m serious!”

“I need to see it.”

“I’m serious,” Sabrina repeated. “I can’t let this happen in public.”

Danielle nodded slowly. She sat back and, now with a different perspective, inspected Monica Swanson’s young helper. How on Earth could such a creature even exist? Looking at it again as Sabrina lowered her legs, the head of her cock was pressed against the inside of her knee, and it still didn’t look stiff. She swallowed her spit, feeling in a daze. “Can… can I at least see it some other time?”

Sabrina smirked.

“Can I have your number?”

“Danielle, you can have my anything.”

***

Inspiration must have struck Monica while she was at the spa, because as soon as they were both home a kinky plan was set into motion.

Sabrina was blindfolded and gagged. She was in that morning’s same costume of bikini top, stilleto heels and hot pants, only this time the top was pulled down and the zipper on her pants was open, accomodating the bloom of her enormous flower. Her forearms were tied together behind her back, and she was tied at the waist and legs to the rails of the stairway.

Monica was leaning against her right hip, standing slightly aside due to the impassible boundary of Sabrina’s nineteen inch hardon. She was slowly stroking it, and had been for almost an hour. Sabrina had been on the edge of orgasm for almost as long. Her dick was so hard she was starting to feel faint, and her endless precum was pooling on the tiled floor.

“We’ve been going a while now… and I wonder, does that make you cum bigger?”

“Mmf,” Sabrina replied in darkness.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t understand that. But that’s okay, I can find out for myself.” Monica ramped up those strokes, and Sabrina crumpled forward and groaned as an hour’s worth of pent up orgasm threatened to blow. A misstep had her slipping in her own pre, and she hung by her ties off of the rail behind her.

Monica stopped, leaving her gasping and violently throbbing. Her hands, also slick with pre, she set upon Sabrina’s bountiful overlarge breasts, then digging her fingers in roughly and lifting upward. Whimpering, her sub regained her footing.

Monica started to twist her nipples, and she chuckled at Sabrina’s hot cry of agony. Then she tossed her breasts around a bit, laughing harder. She turned back to look at her cock, which was looking more desperate than ever to release as it throbbed and bucked.

She roughly let go of Sabrina’s breasts and dropped to her knees. She started to kiss and lick the base of her cock, right where it joined her sac. Her balls felt massively engorged with so much pent up energy. Tenderly stroking her bare leg with one hand, she reached way out with the other to grasp and resume strokes to her monster length.

“Mmmmh…”

In the darkness of her bondage, with no visual information to process, Sabrina’s every sensation was a surprise. At that moment her attention was on the feeling of Monica’s hand travelling to and away from her crotch, along the incredible length of her raging erection. That was the one that threatened to make her blow.

Monica’s lips started to take a slow trip inch by inch along searing, throbbing dick. On her knees she shuffled sideways, making it all the way to the other end.

It took a moment but eventually she was kneeling in front of Sabrina, with the head firmly anchored between her lips. A second hand joined the first – was she about to administer her finishing strokes, Sabrina wondered? Would she finally be allowed to cum?

Monica ramped it up, long and fast. She wasn’t stopping, and Sabrina found herself flinching and clenching as ecstasy opened to her. Mighty throbs began at the base of her shaft, and soon she erupted.

Her cries were muffled by her gag. Her cock was bucking hard, and she could hear the thick splatter-patter of her cum hitting the tiles. Monica was gasping and gulping, and Sabrina could tell she was swallowing all she could while intentionally letting the excess cover her.

The long buildup had granted her a climax to match, and Sabrina was physically spent and on cloud nine. She felt the soft thump of her master getting to her feet, and heard the sound of cum slicking thick off of her body from the movement. Her blindfold was roughly pulled off, and she was temporarily blinded by the late afternoon light.

Through squinting eyes visual information slowly returned as Monica removed the gag from her mouth and untied her limbs. Her perfect, mature body was covered head to toe with cum.

“Nicely done, sweetie. I hope you enjoyed this. It was super hot.”

Still gasping for breath, Sabrina nodded.

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We had met at work and had hit it off pretty much right away, we had similar tastes and could talk about anything. It started with finding out that there were several iconic TV shows and movies that she had never seen. I made the suggestion that she should come over and I’d introduce her to a couple and see if they were something she would be interested in. She graciously accepted my offer, and that’s how we found ourselves snuggled up on my bed watching TV. Oh, I forgot to mention, she’s married. Not that I minded, and while I had grown affectionate towards her, I was trying to be good. That didn’t work out too well, but again, I don’t mind one bit.

Laying there with her and admiring her beauty I couldn’t help but lean in for a kiss. As my lips gently caressed hers I could feel her mouth opening and her tongue reaching out to return the kiss. We fell into each other passionately, our tongues intertwining and exploring. It was one of the most passionate kisses I have ever experienced, and this only fueled my desire for her. I began running my hands along her tummy down to the hem of her shirt. I slowly snaked my and up and cupped one of her breasts in my hand, gently kneading it through her bra as we kissed. We moved closer and she rolled on her side to face me and my hand slipped to her back and deftly removed her bra with one hand.

“Very impressive” she said between kisses.

“I’ve had some practice.” I winked back.

“Well lets see what else you’re good at then.” She said as she leaned in to kiss me.

I moved my hand back to her breasts, now somewhat freed of their confines, and began kneading them again, though this time I had full access and was able to start pinching her nipples. She moaned deeply as I first pinched and twisted gently on a nipple and she kissed me even more passionately. I began working her shirt up and she helped to remove it and her bra. I sat back and admired her, god she was gorgeous.

We went back to kissing as I continued to play with her magnificent breasts, eventually I moved my hand down her tummy again, this time aiming further south. Initially I just played my hand around the top of her pants, sliding my hand just under them before pulling back, I was going for the tease and the buildup and it was having the desired effect. I eventually slid my hand further down, though I kept altyazı porno it outside her pants, as I did her legs spread to welcome me and encourage my touch. I pressed in between her legs and massaged gently, she broke our kiss and threw her head back in pleasure. I took the opportunity to kiss her neck and nibble her ear, driving her mad. I moved my hand up and slid it down her pants and panties, I could feel the heat of her core just begging me to go lower. As I slid my middle finger between her lips and began massaging her and sliding a finger inside her. I began putting pressure on the top of her mound as I moved my finger between her lips and, occasionally, bring it up to her clit to give it a little rub. The effect of this playful teasing was as I expected, she was getting more and more worked up, to the point of placing a hand on mine and pressing it into her in an attempt to get more. I slowly started to move her pants down bit by bit as I continued my teasing, eventually getting them down just past her hips, making it much easier to slide a finger inside her.

“Oh god… My pants need to stay on, okay?” she whispered as I slid a finger in and out of her.

“Yeah, that’s probably and good idea.” I said as I changed position and started to slide her pants down.

She didn’t resist me removing them, even lifting her hips to help me get them off. After I got them off I removed my shirt and sat back to admire the goddess in my bed before I leaned in and began kissing her again. she began running her hands across my chest and back, gently scraping her nails as we kissed. I broke the kiss and began gently kissing down her body, pausing at her breasts to suck her nipples into my mouth and gently biting them. As I did this she let out a satisfied moan of pleasure and started running her fingers through my hair. I took my time on each nipple, making sure each got the same level of attention and focus, this only increasing her desire and moans. I reluctantly pulled away from her breasts and began kissing my way down her body, to my prize.

As I made my way lower her body started to respond more to my descent, her hips rocking up to meet me as I began kissing the top of her mound. I kissed along the side of her swollen lips and began kissing the inside of her legs to build the anticipation and desire. amatör porno I slowly made my way to her center, kissing her lips and flicking my tongue out to taste her sweet nectar, and oh my did she taste divine. As I used my tongue more and more she began to moan and thrash in pleasure, running her fingers through my hair as I licked away. I took my time, being sure to build the pleasure up, holding off on attacking her clit, just giving it a few flicks of my tongue. Eventually her need grew too strong and she began pressing my head into her and wrapping her legs around my head to get me to focus on her button. As she did so she exposed herself to allow me to slide a finger insider her, as I did she arched her back and let out a primal moan of pure lust an desire. I gently found the spot I was looking for inside her, and knew instantly when I did, as she clamped her legs down and began to gyrate her hips into my face. I sucked her clit into my mouth and began sucking on it while flicking it with my tongue, all the while massaging her spot. She came harder than any woman I’ve been with, it was amazing to watch as she buried her face into a pillow and let out a scream of pure lust and pleasure.

Her release was powerful indeed, and she locked my head in place with her legs so that I couldn’t pull away, not that I would have anyway. I paused my assault on her as she came down from the high the engulfed her and gave her a moment of respite, but only a moment. I started again on her, lapping up the juices she had poured out, I was being careful to avoid her clit for the time being, just trying to keep her pleasure up, and keep it up I did. Soon after resuming my activities she began to build again, getting closer and closer to her peak, that’s when I returned to her clit and paid it special attention. Again I slid a finger inside her and massaged her spot, and again brought her to a wonderful climax, though not as powerful as the previous one, it still left her breathless. I stayed down on her for a little while, continuing my assault on her until I had gotten her off a couple more times, each time powerful and beautiful.

After her fourth release I began moving back up her body, reversing my actions from before, kissing lightly along her skin and making my way to her breasts. I paused briefly at each animasyon porno breast and made sure to give them some attention as I moved my hips up against hers. I could feel the heat and moisture of her pussy reaching out to my cock, begging for its attention. I moved up from her breasts and kissed her deeply, she returned the kiss passionately and started rocking her ups into mine, begging for me to enter her. I reached down and played the tip of my cock between her lips and across her clit, she moaned and pushed her hips into me, causing the head to enter her hole. I knew that’s what she wanted, as did I, and pressed into her warmth. Her pussy opened and accepted me into her as I slid all the way to the hilt. She moaned and arched her back as I entered her, and began caressing the back of my head and running her nails along my back. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

I began sliding in and out of her with long deep strokes that filled her entirely every time I pushed in. Very soon she was nearing another orgasm as I continued in and out. I picked up my pace, I was so turned on that I needed release too. Eventually I was pounding away at her pussy, slamming my cock into her hard and fast, my balls slapping her ass with each thrust. She began to moan and clamped on to my arm with her hand, digging her nails into me and she neared her release. I continued, getting closer and closer myself, as she stated to cum she rolled her head and bit down on my other arm as she unleashed a cry of ecstasy . This along with the feeling of her pussy clamping down on my cock pushed me over the edge. I thrust into her as deep as I could and unleashed my cum into her pussy, I have never cum so hard in my life. I came so much that my cum started to spill out of her and soak the sheets.

We both just held each other for a few moments, coming down from the high of pleasure we were on. I kissed her gently and passionately as I slid my softening cock out of her cum filled pussy.

“That was amazing, thank you.” I managed to say as I moved off her and lay down next to her.

“Oh god no, thank you. I need that, and it was unbelievable.” she responded sweetly.

We lay together talking and recovering for a little while before she had to go.

“Thanks for stopping by, we should get together and watch another show sometime.” I said as I walked her to her car.

“Oh yes, that one was excellent, going to have to watch another soon.” She replied with a wink.

She drove off and back home, will I see her again? Well she just messaged me:

“Show tomorrow, your place 😉 see you then!”

-End

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“Don’t you think it’s a little late for modesty, Kyle?” Mom asked as she glanced down at my feeble attempt to cover my obvious erection.

She took a few steps over to Kelly’s desk and pulled the chair out. Then, turning it around to face me, she sat down and pointed to the bed. “Sit down.” Mom said.

“Can I put some clothes on first?” I asked in return.

Mom shook her head and pointed to the bed again. “No.” She said. “Sit down and just keep quiet for now.”

As I reluctantly sat on the edge of the bed, I looked down at the towel and the silk ceremonial panties stained with my little sister’s virginal blood. Just a few feet away were the two pair of panties my sister wore for me before we made love. I could see the wet spots on both of them. The vivid memory of how Kelly spread her legs, displayed herself and touched her pussy wearing those panties came back to me when I saw them, and just the thought of it all caused my cock to throb.

When I finally got the courage to peer up at my mother, she was looking at our sex wish list again. I could see her eyes as she read, shifting from left to right, reading each line. Every now and then, she’d look up at me and then return to the list. When she was done reading, she looked up at me. I couldn’t bear to look her in the eye, so I looked away and then lowered my stare to the carpet.

“Take your hands away.” I heard her say after a few seconds.

When I pulled my head up to look at her, Mom was holding Kelly’s digital camera in her hands and browsing through the pictures. She stopped for a second and looked up at me.

“I said,” she paused, looking me straight in the eyes, “move your hands.”

Mom was serious. She had that ‘Don’t push me’ look on her face – a look both Kelly and I knew very well. And when we saw it, we knew she meant business. So, I did what she asked, I moved my hands to my side, uncovering my hard and throbbing penis.

I saw her eyes drop to my crotch, staring at my cock for a full minute before she went back to looking at the pictures on Kelly’s camera. I wasn’t sure how many pictures we’d taken, but, I would say at least fifty or sixty. She must have gone through them two or three times, looking up at me periodically as she did. The whole time, she never once showed any emotion. I waited for her to yell at me, or make a face, but she didn’t.

The fact that she wasn’t showing any reaction to the nasty wish list or the pictures was beginning to worry me. I started to watch for signs that she was going to explode – perhaps throw the camera at me and maybe even the chair she was sitting on, but she didn’t.

And, thankfully, while she was looking at the pictures my cock started to soften. I don’t know if it was my embarrassment or my nerves, but I figured being naked in front of your mother without an erection was better than being in front of her with an erection.

Having seen all the pictures, my mother lowered the camera to her lap. Then, she pointed to the two pairs of panties lying on the bed. “I assume those are supposed to be for you?” Mom asked.

Ashamed to admit the truth, I nodded my head up and down instead of answering ‘Yes’.

“I see. Like trophies or something?” Mom asked calmly.

Again, I nodded my head and lowered my eyes back to the carpet, preparing myself for the worst.

“Kyle,” Mom began, “I want you to start at the beginning and explain all of this to me. And you better not leave anything out or make anything up. I’m going to speak to your sister after we’re done, and if your two stories don’t match perfectly, I’m just going to turn all this over to your father and let him deal with it.”

“Fuck!” I thought to myself. “My father? Damn, if Mom was home from shopping, then Dad was home to!” I immediately started to panic, turning to the doorway and leaning as far as I could to see if I could see or hear him.

“Does he know?” I asked in horror.

“He’s not here.” Mom explained. “His work called while we were shopping. They have some kind of chemical leak at the plant. He won’t be home for hours.”

“So, what’s it going to be?” She asked, as she sat back in the chair holding our sex wish list and Kelly’s camera filled with our incriminating pictures. “Do you want to explain it to me, or take your chances with your father?”

There was no question about it. We all knew Dad was over protective about Kelly, his only daughter, and I can just image how he’d react after seeing the pictures, the towel, the wish list and the mountain of evidence against us. Without a doubt, I’d be disowned and probably thrown out of the family. So, as uncomfortable as it was, I was going to have to talk to Mom.

“I’d prefer you, Mom.” I answered, as respectfully and clearly as I could.

“Okay, then,” she replied, “I want the whole story. I don’t care it if takes you three hours. No lying and no omissions. And, mark my words, Son….. if your story doesn’t exactly match Kelly’s, you’ll be facing your father when he gets home. Understand?”

I took a deep breath and nodded my head. “Alright,” bursa otele gelen escort I replied, “I understand.”

I took a couple of deep breaths. “Well,” I began, “we made the wish list about a couple of hours ago.”

“Hold it.” Mother said, abruptly. “When I said to start at the beginning, that’s what I meant. I’ll give you one more chance, Kyle. Go back a couple of years when you started taking her panties.”

I sat there in shock, looking at her and wondering how she knew about the panties. Mom just sat there, crossing her arms over her chest waiting for me to say something. “Kyle,” she finally said, “my patience is growing thin. You either start explaining, from the beginning, or you can save it for your father. Now, which is it?”

Suddenly, I had a horrible fear that maybe Mom knew more than I thought. This revelation seriously complicated things and might force me to divulge all my peeping and panty thievery for the last couple of years, effectively making me confess all my perverted acts.

Damn, what was I going to do? She’d seen the nasty wish list and the pictures on the camera. She obviously figured out I’d taken my little sister’s virginity – hell, the evidence was lying on the bed next to me! I didn’t know exactly how much she knew from the past, but, I wasn’t willing to bet against her. Having no other option, I reluctantly resolved myself to tell her everything.

“Mom…..” I started again. “Okay, I’ll tell you absolutely everything from the very beginning. Will you promise you won’t hate me after you hear it?”

“You’re my son, Kyle.” Mom answered. “I could never hate you.”

And so, taking her at her word, I began. I started back years ago and explained how I used to peek at Kelly every chance I got. I told her all about peeking through the bathroom door and peeking into her bedroom. I told her I’d been taking Kelly’s panties for years. At first, I left it at that, but when her eyebrows raised and she leaned toward me, I assumed she was warning me about telling her everything. So, ashamed with myself, I confessed to her that I’d been using her panties while I masturbated.

When she showed no reaction, I told her the rest of the shameful things I’d done, like licking and sucking my little sister’s panties, even wrapped them around my cock and jerking myself off with them. Although I couldn’t look her in the eyes, I spilled my guts and told her the complete, sum total of my deprived acts. I didn’t leave anything out, not one thing. I even told her I’d jerked off standing in the hallway outside Kelly’s bedroom door as I peeking in on her, and believe it or not, there was still no reaction from her. She just sat there and listened while I told her every thing I’d done.

One would think my multi year, humiliating confession would leave me unable to do anything but tremble with fear in front of my mother. But, unfortunately, as I told my Mom about sniffing and licking my little sister’s panties and peeking at her teenage body, my cock betrayed me and grew back to full length, poking it’s angry head up out of my lap. She looked down at it from time to time as she listened to me, but still – she didn’t show any reaction.

I stopped part way through my confession to take a few breaths and compose myself. As I rested, mother leaned over and pulled a tissue from the box on Kelly’s desk and held it out to me. At first, I didn’t understand what she was doing, but, when she nodded down to my cock, and I looked at myself, I was mortified to see a large drop of precum had bubbled up to the tip of my cock.

I felt my heart sink in my chest as I reached out to take the tissue from her and wiped my cock head. Then, she reached her empty hand back out to me, palm up, beckoning me to give her the cum stained tissue back. Embarrassed as hell, I leaned forward and set the tissue in her palm and she closed her hand around it and rested it in her lap. “Go on.” Mom said. “Continue with what you were saying.”

I’d reached the point in my explanation where I was about to tell her about having breakfast with my sister this morning, and as I picked up the story from there, I told her how Kelly confronted me about stealing her panties and peeping at her. Knowing she was going to talk to Kelly, too, I swallowed my pride and gave her a minute by minute description of our activities and everything we did. She continued to sit there silently as I told her how I touched my little sister in intimate ways, sniffed and licked her panties and even had her sit on my face.

The only reaction she showed was when I told her how I’d ejaculated on Kelly’s face while she sat on top of me in the sixty-nine position and grinded her panty covered pussy on my nose. Mother seemed to tense up, and she leaned forward when I told her how Kelly jacked my cock, bringing me closer and closer until I exploded all over her face. My mom was noticeably flushed as I finished that part of the story, and I couldn’t tell if it was because she was angry, sickened, disgusted, or what.

Then, I began escort bayan to tell her the rest – about making the nasty wish list. Mom finally spoke, interrupting me and asking me to explain each of my wishes. So, as she read each one aloud, I explained why I put it down. She never made any other remarks until we got down to number 8, my wish to see her, my own mother, naked and lewdly displayed. “I’m curious why you’d want that.” Mother asked.

I told my mother how I’d seen her in her bedroom that night standing in front of her mirror touching her body. She blushed beet red as I explained how I watched her for a long time while she pleasured herself. There was a very uncomfortable silence between us when I finished speaking, and even though I knew what I’d done was a huge sin and an unforgivable invasion of my mother’s privacy, my cock was throbbing again as I told her about it. Throughout my explanation, Mom kept glancing down at my cock, and each time she looked at it, I felt myself get a little harder.

After a minute or two of silence, mother looked at me and softly asked, “Did you masturbate while you watched me?”

Ashamed of my actions, I nodded my head, answering “Yes.”

“So,” she asked, “does this mean you’d like to see me naked so you could examine my female parts up close?”

“I guess.” I replied softly.

“And when you put this wish down,” mother asked, “was it your intention that you’d masturbate while you looked at me so lewdly displayed?”

I couldn’t look at her. I swallowed hard and looked up into my mother’s eyes hoping she wouldn’t make me answer. We looked at each other for a few seconds before she simply said, “I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’.”

When we finished talking about the list, I told her all about how we started taking pictures and why we took them. Then I gave her the complete story of how we made love, and explained about the silk ceremonial panties, stained with Kelly’s blood, she saw on the bed. When I was finally done talking, I swore to my Mom I honestly tried to tell her everything and didn’t intentionally leave anything out.

“I believe you.” She said softly, as she fidgeted in her chair. Then holding the list up and scanning it quickly, she asked, “And these are the things the two of you intended to do for each other? Your nasty wish list?”

“Uh huh.” I replied.

“Is there anything else you want to add before I talk to your sister?” Mom asked.

I thought about it for a moment, and at first I was going to beg her not to tell Dad about what I’d done or what Kelly and I had done. But, in the end, I didn’t want to give her any ideas. However, there was one thing I figured I could say that might help.

“Just this,” I said, as I looked straight at her, “all this….. everything that happened, it’s all my fault, Mom. There’s no reason to get mad at Kelly – I’m responsible for everything. If you need to punish someone, punish me.”

“I want to speak to your sister now about all this.” She said.

I stood up to leave, but as I did, she reached out and took hold of my wrist and pulled me gently in front of her. Then, reaching over to the tissue box on Kelly’s desk, she pulled another tissue from it. I watched in slow motion as she reached out with her left hand and held my erect cock while she dabbed the tissue to my cock. She gently squeezed my pole, sending another bubble of cum to the top of my cock and then she dabbed that one, too.

As she finished wiping me off, she looked up and said, “I want you to step back and stand right next to your sister’s bed. I’m going to call your sister in, and don’t you dare say one word or make one facial expression. Then, when I tell you, I want you to go to your room and stay there – just like you are, and keep your hands away from your penis, Kyle.”

Then, without saying anything more, she motioned me back and I stood next to the bed, just like she told me. As she stood up, she turned to me and put her hands on her hips.

“Tell me,” my mother said, “and I’d appreciate the honest truth from you on this….. do you love her? I mean, do you think you’re in love with her?”

I nodded my head. “Yeah, I think so,” I said, “I made love to her, Mom. I wasn’t just screwing some girl. We want to be together.”

“Okay,” she said, “just stay where you are and keep those lips zipped.”

My mother walked across the hall and opened the door to her own bedroom. “Kelly,” she said softly, “come in here with me, please.”

After a few seconds, I saw my sister appear. She’d obviously been crying – her eyes were red and swollen. She was still naked, except for the panties she’d put on. I could see the bulge of her feminine pad inside her panties as she walked into the room, and she was shaking – obviously scared, not knowing what to expect at the hands of my mother. Kelly’s eyes went to my cock, and when she saw it was hard, I think it surprised her.

Mom looked at me as she led my little sister by the hand into the room. Then, sitting down and pulling my sister in front of her, she mudanya escort looked up at me. “Come here, Kyle.”

I stepped over next to my mother and looked at Kelly. Shyly, Kelly reached her hand out to mine, and despite my mother sitting right in front of us, Kelly grasped my hand in a show of unity. Kelly smiled at me and I smiled back and squeezed her hand in return. No matter what happened, now or in the future, I knew for sure Kelly loved me and I knew I loved her, too.

“Take some responsibility for your actions, Kyle.” Our mother said. “Check her to see if she’s still bleeding.”

Mother’s words took me by surprise and I wasn’t sure what she was asking me to do.

“I’m okay……” Kelly started to say, but my mother held up her hand, stopping my sister in mid-sentence.

“Kyle,” Mother said, as she looked at me, “a girl’s first time can be traumatic down there. We need to know if she’s still bleeding. Take responsibility and check her.”

I wasn’t sure what else to do besides look, so, shrugging my shoulders, I knelt down in front of my sister and looked at her crotch. When I looked back at my mother, she said, “Kyle, you can’t see anything like that unless you have x-ray vision. You’re going to have to pull her panties down and check the pad for blood.”

I couldn’t believe my mother just told me to pull my sister’s panties down and check to see if her pussy was still bleeding after I took her virginity. But, as I looked back at Mom to make sure, she nodded her head as if to encouraging me.

With that, I put my hands on the waistband of my little sister’s panties and with my mother watching, I started to pull Kelly’s panties down as she spread her feet apart. I almost cringed when the top of her panties slid below my sister’s pussy, giving my mother a perfect view of her hairless vagina. If mom didn’t know Kelly had a shaved pussy, she sure as hell knew now. As I lowered the panties further, the feminine pad pulled free from her crotch, and as I settled her panties half way down thighs, all three of us looked down inside my little sister’s panties for any signs of blood on her pad.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw the pad was perfectly white – there wasn’t even a trace of blood there. I guess this meant Kelly was fine and she hadn’t ripped open, or anything like that.

“It look’s like there’s no blood or discharge.” Mother observed, looking over at me. “Go ahead and take her pad out and you can go to your room while your sister and I talk.”

Now, this was a first for me. I’d never seen any of my girlfriends, or any other woman, do anything with a tampon or a feminine pad, so when Mom told me to take her pad out, I wasn’t sure what to do. I tentatively reached inside my sister’s panties, but pulled my hand back.

“It’s not going to bite you, Kyle.” Mom said, as she chuckled. “It’s just attached with an adhesive tape. All you have to do is reach in there and pull it out.”

Feeling stupid, I reached in and peeled the pad from the crotch of Kelly’s panties and then watched as Mom reached down and pulled my sister’s panties back up. “Okay,” she said to me, “the show’s over. Get to your room and stay there.”

I looked at Kelly as I stood up holding her pad in my hand. She gave me a brave smile and I gave her one back, and then I left the room. As soon as I turned the corner and walked down the hallway to my own room, I heard Kelly’s door close. I was tempted to go back and see if I could listen to their conversation through the door, but, I didn’t want to tempt fate. So far, mother was handling our incestuous love affair pretty well. I didn’t want to fuck things up for either of us, especially Kelly, so I went into my room, closed my door and waited.

Kelly was in with our mother for over an hour – an hour and forty one minutes, to be exact. Finally, there was a knock at my door, and then a second later, my mother peeked her head into my room and asked me to join them in Kelly’s room.

My hard-on had gone down, thankfully, and as I followed Mom down the hall and into Kelly’s room, I wasn’t sure what to expect. Kelly was sitting on the bed, her eyes were still red and she was sniffling – with a wad of tissues by her side. When my sister saw me, she stood up, and hesitantly, reached out for my hand. Somehow, her panties were now gone and my little sister was as naked as I was. Crossing over to her and taking her hand, we both looked at our mother who motioned to the bed and said, “Both of you sit down so we can talk.”

I was curious why my sister was naked, but, I could wait for that answer. I figured we were both going to get the ‘bitching out’ of our lives, so as I sat down next to my naked little sister, I held her hand and prepared for the worst.

“First of all,” Mother began, “I appreciate both of you telling me the truth about everything. Your stories match up, and since I know you didn’t have time to cook something up between you, I guess it’s the truth.”

Mother went on to say she wasn’t mad at us. Looking at me, she told me she’d known for a long time I’d been taking my sister’s panties, adding she was almost sure Kelly was letting me do it. She also told me she saw me in the hall masturbating while I peeked at Kelly through her almost closed door. She was remarkably calm while she talked to us, and after a few minutes, I began to settle down some.

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