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The dinner became very pleasant. It was a three course meal with nothing but the best. Drinks and snacks had been served since late afternoon so the spirit was high already when the guests got seated. And it was kept that way by plenty of wine served throughout the meal. Mother, who sat next to me, made sure though that I didn´t had too much to drink by preventing the maids from filling up my glass. She also told me to just sip when responding to all the toasts that were proposed to my honor. But I noticed that she didn´t follow her own advice.

Father gave a speech which he isn´t very good at. But his words came from the heart and compensated his lack of oratory skill. He praised me and showed that he was very proud of my successful exam. His speech was well received with a warm applause.

After dinner there was dancing. When the music started I immediately asked mother to dance which made her very happy. She came into my arms and danced close as she had done at the last dancing lesson. We had danced only for a short while when she crept even tighter against me wanting to be hold more firmly. Her body pressed against mine and especially her pelvis. Her legs got in between mine now and then. My cock started to rise and get hard, I couldn’t avoid it although I tried by telling myself that it was my mother. Again it was like the dancing lesson. She didn’t seem to mind though, just kept on dancing tight. It was a slow tune which made it even worse. When I was rock hard she made a screwing motion with her pelvis as if to find out what was going on.

She leaned back pressing her pelvis hard against me and looked at me smilingly. Then she moved back in and put her head close to mine.

“What’s that,” she whispered in my ear. “I feel something that shouldn’t be there. I thought that Miss Marianne taught you that? It isn’t proper and especially so together with your mother. She wasn´t very successful in teaching you that, was she? I felt it already in the last lesson. But she tried hard I have to admit. You liked it very much, didn´t you? Two rounds each time she was here, first in the evening and then again in the morning she let you fuck her. But I think that you liked Miss Gunilla even better.” She giggled heavily.

“Do you mind? I can’t help it when a gorgeous woman dances so naughtily with me. My cock doesn’t know that it is my mother’s pussy which grinds him so hard. He thinks it belongs to a lovely woman and wants to stand at attention for her. And yes, I liked very much that Miss Marianne tried to prevent me from getting hard when dancing with her. And Miss Gunilla, yes she was so fun to be with. She really showed that she liked to fuck. Well, Miss Marianne did too in the end.” I was high and felt no hinder this night.

“No my darling. I don’t mind, on the contrary. It feels lovely naughty, although improper. But it astonishes me slightly. Wasn’t Matilda satisfactory enough this afternoon? I thought she should be able to calm you down. And then there was Lena last night. Two lovely women in short order. Isn’t that enough for you, young man?” She giggled heavily in my ear.

“Oh yes, Matilda was marvelous. I fired my cannon twice in her pussy. And I think she cum five or six times. Yes, we had a most enjoyable fuck. I should thank you for it I understand. And Lena was marvelous too but she made it her task to get me to fall asleep. I fired into her only once. I can’t help that I get horny again. It must be you that makes it.” I had realized that mother was a little tipsy. I thought that I could talk to her in a way I never would have dared otherwise. And she too was more open and direct than she used to be.

“Oh my darling. Thank you. I am so happy that it worked out with Matilda. I knew it would. She is very experienced and I know what she is capable of. A somewhat unorthodox thing to set up though but useful and common in the old times. Your grandmother told me about such things and how useful maids can be. And Lena, yes, so lovely and clever. It was her suggestion, she thought a sleeping pill wouldn´t be good for you. Her way was of course much better and worked out so well. But haven’t you forgotten something? . . . Lena and the girls were in your room for quite some time this morning. I don’t think the noises I heard came from the four of you making small talk. No, I think that you fired your cannon again and I just hope that it was Lena´s pussy you shot into and not the pussy of one of the girls.” She giggled and crept real close to me.

“Oh no, I didn´t fire in one of the girls. Their pussies are forbidden fruit, aren´t they? Well, to put the cock into anyway. But other things are permitted, aren´t they? But Lena always tells me to be careful with my fingers too. No, it was the girls who sucked me until I cum in their mouths. Lena supervised it though just like she did last summer. Well, I licked her simultaneously when she was sitting on my face supervising the girls. She cum too. But then we licked the girls into illegal bahis great orgasms. It must have been what you overheard.”

“Oh my goodness had I only known. But yes I knew that I could trust you and Lena to be careful with the girls pussies not to pop their cherries. And the result was excellent and that is what counts, isn´t it? You were totally relaxed when you left for school just as it should be.” She backed off me to be able to see my face for a while. A big lustful smile spread over face.

“I am so proud of you. Proud of your brilliant exam today. Proud of that you are horny again after having fired two rounds in Matilda just a couple of hours ago not to mention the rounds you fired in Lena last night and in the girls´ mouths this morning. I am so proud of having such a virile son. Now let’s dance and enjoy it.”

She got quiet and crept very close to me planning every step carefully to be able to grind her pussy hard against my erection. She had to be much more intoxicated than I had thought.

She was kind to me though. She backed off well in advance before the second dance ended giving my cock time to soften. Not completely though, far from it, but enough for me to be able to go straight.

I then danced with my sisters and both of them quite shamelessly did just as mother right from the beginning of the dance. I danced first with Eva, she was the eldest and it was her right. She wasn´t at all as considerate as mother had been. She stayed close to me grinding her pussy against my hard-on to the very final of the tune. But she handed me over to Ylva already on the dance floor winking at her. She immediately crept very close to me and laughed happily in my ear when she felt my hardness. “It feels very nice, little brother. Just as we thought when planning it,” she whispered in my ear. “Funny that mother had the same idea. We watched you. Oh yes, so very hard, lovely.” She had grinded her pussy hard against me and giggled in my ear.

The dancing lessons we had had all through the winter really paid off now. It was noticed and admired how well we danced together both mother and my sisters. Now when I didn´t had to try to hide my erection I could be totally unabashed. The female members of my family really showed how lithe they were and how easily they followed me in the dance. And the happy smiles of their faces added to the admiration from the others. Maybe it would have been different had they known that the happiness shown on the faces rather came from the pleasure they got from grinding their pussies against my hard cock.

I danced with several other women. I was flying high and hardly left the dance floor. All the women seemed to want to dance with me and I was grabbed as soon one dance ended. Some of them did as my mother and sisters and were very happy to feel my erection that never seemed to subside. But a few frowned when they first felt it and kept the distance from then on. I didn’t mind. I was above everything.

When I was dancing with one of my cousins she moved in close. There was a guttural laugh in my ear when she felt my hardness. She did just as mother had done, leaned back to get a better leverage and grinded her pussy hard against me. She put in a few screwing motions with her lower body before getting close to me again.

“Lovely, is that because of me?” she whispered in my ear. Her hand suddenly got in between us and caressed my cock. “So very big and hard. Lovely, just lovely.” She too had a big happy smile on her face when we danced on. She very carefully made sure to grind her pussy against me all the time.

The party was a dress-up affair. The women wore their best long dresses most of them with deep plunging necklines. I took long looks down the cleavages totally unabashedly. Most of them got flattered, some blushed of pride, quite a few leaned forward to make the dress fall open, a couple put a hand around the back of my head and pushed my head forward and down to get my nose deep into their cleavage letting the upper slopes of their soft breasts caress my cheeks. A few frowned but made no complaint. It was my night.

I stayed on the dance floor almost all the time. Quite often women lined up to dance with me but if there was no one waiting I just grabbed one passing by.

The woman I just had grabbed was of the prudish type. She refused to dance close and help me maintain my hardness. And when we bumped together a few times accidentally she struggled to keep the distance when I tried to take the opportunity to hold her tight. Suddenly it dawned upon me that I knew who this woman was and that I had seen her in the nude. It was at the craw fish party last august when in late evening the party winded down with skinny dipping. She had then struggled to prevent her husband from watching Emma and her mulatto friend Monique who showed off their lovely bodies long after the rest had put towels on. But in doing so my woman had dropped her towel and I was in a good position to see her illegal bahis siteleri naked body.

The image of her nude body now flashed through my mind and showing her good figure. But most impressing was her luxurious black bush that had grown wild and had been allowed to spread widely. That memory made me hard in an instant.

We bumped together again and there was an astonished expression on the woman´s face and she took her time to back off. Moments later we were forced together again and my pole poked her belly hard. I had to hold her tight to prevent us from tripping and to my surprise her body suddenly softened and she didn´t try to get away. Instead she got even closer to me.

“Well, this is your big night. So what the heck, it´s fine with me. This is a onetime occasion so hold me as tight as you want,” she whispered in my ear ending up with a lick. She crept close to me and after a while put a hand on the back of my neck making us dance cheek-to-cheek.

We suddenly danced excellently together. Her soft body easily followed my movements when she didn´t had to struggle to keep the distance. She even moaned of pleasure when my hard cock poked her belly. Suddenly she put one leg in between mine making our lower bodies to come even closer. My cock now was in constant contact with her protruding mound.

When the first dance had ended and we stood waiting for the next tune to start she kept her position with our lower bodies pressed together but she leaned her upper body a little backwards to be able to see me.

“Why did you suddenly get so hard?” She asked with a smile on her face. “It can´t be because I teased you or that you felt my body against yours. I carefully kept the distance, didn´t I? But let me guess. You suddenly remembered when we last met, at the craw fish party, down at the lake in late night. You saw me in the nude, didn´t you? Yes I know you did and I noticed that you liked what you saw. You got hard then too. So tell me what it was you liked so much.”

“Oh yes. I saw a good looking woman accidently drop her towel giving me the chance to see a very nice body with great boobs and probably matching ass. But what really enticed me was the gorgeous bush that covered most of her lower belly with a mass of black silky hair. That was what turned me on then and still obviously does,” I said. “And I saw that the woman was horny and ready to fuck,” I added. I got bold and lowered my hand from her waist to her ass. When there was no reaction I pressed us harder together squeezing her ass.

“Oh my goodness, did you see all that in the short time I was in the nude?” She exclaimed. “Well I am happy that you liked my growth. You see, my husband asked me a couple of years ago to let my bush grow on its own. He asked me not to trim it at all. He said he wanted a rich harvest sometimes in the future. We inspect it now and then together but so far he has always said that it isn´t ripe and ready to harvest. That I am happy for because I have come to like what I see in the mirror. I don´t trim it but comb and brush it every day.” She got quiet for a little while grinding her lower body against my erection. “And . . . well . . . I think my ass matches my boobs which you might have discovered by now,” she added giggling.

When the second dance was over there was no sign that she wanted to end. “Another dance,” I asked. “Yes, please,” she answered immediately so we stayed together on the dance floor.

“Tell me . . . I want to know . . . why did you say that I was turned on?” She asked hesitantly.

“Oh, but that was obvious. I saw your engorged pussy lips and the pink folds further inside. And the entire pussy and the hair surrounding it glistened in the flickering light of the fire. A sure sign of an excited woman,” I said matter-of-factly.

“Well, you are right I have to admit. I get like that when aroused. And my juices flow easily. Yes, I was very wet but I didn´t know that it shoved so clearly in the light from the fire. But of course it didn´t matter at the time,” she said with a shy laugh.

We danced in silence for a little while enjoying the intimacy that suddenly was between us.

“The rumor says that you was turned into a man last summer and very thoroughly too. And that you have become a big man I can feel myself,” she suddenly said with a throaty laugh pressing her lower body hard against me with a screwing motion. “But it amazes me that you have learnt so much that you can recognize a horny cunt just by a short glimpse. Well, the rumor says that your mother has been very careful to select not only the best teachers for you but also plentyful and it has obviously paid off.” The shy laugh ended her little speech.

“I want to tell you something,” my woman said, again breaking the silence. “My towel didn´t drop accidently. I let it go deliberately. You see, I was very envious of Emma and Monique who showed off so shamelessly. I wanted to do the same and have all the men staring at my canlı bahis siteleri naked body. That´s why I was so aroused. But I couldn´t pick up the courage to do it. But just then I saw that you were standing close by and being the only one that could see me. So I let it drop and your reaction was very rewarding. Your big cock got erect immediately telling me that I still was attractive. But I also got shy and wanted to shield my body again but first I felt an urge to give you a full view of my female parts. So that´s why I squatted down with my knees well spread in front of you. But I wasn´t sure if you had seen it all but now I know and I am so very happy for that.”

“Thank you for the dance,” she said happily when the tune ended. She was gone and another woman caught me before I had time to thank her back.

When the party started to wind down and the guests withdrew I was busy hugging the women and shaking hands with the men. Suddenly someone hugged me from behind.

“You are most welcome to the yellow room in fifteen minutes,” a woman whispered in my ear. “Don´t knock, come right in, the door will be open and I will be ready for you.” She put her tongue in my ear and snapped me earlobe and then she was gone. I turned around but there were many people around and I couldn´t determine which one had given me the invitation.

In the exuberant state I was in I didn´t give much thoughts to that I didn´t know who the woman was that had invited me. Today things just happened in a very pleasant way and I assumed that it would continue. The thought crossed my mind though that it might be another of mother´s tacit arrangements.

It took time to say good night to all the guests and my parents and I guess that it was much more than fifteen minutes later that I entered the yellow room. Without knocking as she had said. It was totally dark inside especially since I had no night vision coming directly from the lit up corridor. I stood for a moment not knowing what to do. Then I heard the rustle of bed clothes.

“Over here Anders. I am here. I had nearly given up hope that you dared to come,” a woman whispered softly. I knew that there were two separate beds in the room and the call had come from the left one so I went there without tripping over on something.

When I leaned over the bed I was met by two arms hugging me and pulling me down for a deep kiss. But she soon broke the kiss and started to tug at my clothes. I took that as a signal and quickly helped her to undress me letting the garment just fall to the floor. She swiftly pushed my briefs down and pulled me close with her hands on my buttocks. Her mouth searched for my cock and took it all in as soon as it was found. She didn´t have to suck for long though until I got hard. She acknowledged that with a grunt of satisfaction.

She pulled me down on the bed and I found that she indeed had been waiting for me. She was already naked and I dug in kissing and caressing all over her body. I found ample boobs with nipples that quickly swelled when I sucked them. She panted when I nibbled them hard. I got the feeling that she liked it and used also my teeth which made them hard and standing out as plugs.

I moved south over the belly to find that a mass of long hair covered her mound. I tugged at it and sifted through it and there was a path that led further down. My mouth followed the path and found the clit that grew quickly when I licked it. The rich bush made me wonder if it might be the woman from the dance floor. There was heavy panting by now and her ass started to bounce when I gave the clit my best treatment. Her hands grabbed my head and held it firmly making sure that my mouth and tongue wouldn´t leave the clit. It didn´t take long until she cum. Her ass stopped bouncing and there were plenty of very pleased sounds.

She pulled me up for a hug and a long deep kiss. After a while she started to wriggle her body and I got the feeling that she wanted to have me on top of her so I rose slightly to give her room. She quickly repositioned herself to lie on her back and pulled me down over her. Her legs were spread wide and as soon as I was in place her legs closed around my thighs pulling me close. She raised her pelvis and grinded her pussy hard against me but then she relaxed and let her legs fall back on the bed.

“Come to me. Take me. Push it into me. I have been longing all evening to be taken by you. It felt so promising when we danced. Show me that I wasn´t mistaken. Take me now. I am ready for you. Take me,” she whispered breathlessly. Her knees were drawn up with the legs spread wide and bent at the knees. She wriggled under me to get my cock in position and I wasn´t slow to help her. When she felt my cockhead poke her entrance her feet hammered my ass to make push inside.

I needed no encouragement though. I wanted it as much as she did. I had been kept hard all evening by all the women grinding their pussies against my hardness. So I pushed hard and slid very easily into her. She really was ready to receive me and my cock got accommodated very nicely. But I didn´t keep still to savor her pussy for long. She craved to be fucked and I wanted it too. So I got going giving her my best.

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A few days after mother had told me all about the agreement she and her friends had made to teach their boys to become good lovers she told us that a very dear old friend of hers would come and visit in a couple of days. She was excited about it since she hadn’t seen her for a long time. Emma, her friend, lived abroad since long, in Paris. Emma had asked if she could bring a friend of hers. Mother had of course invited her as well. Mother was even more excited when she said that the woman was a mulatto but was a little hesitant about that she only spoke French.

My sisters and I didn’t know what a mulatto was and mother didn’t explain it to us. May be she didn’t knew. We assumed that it meant that she was from another region or country. We were more concerned about the language problem. We hadn’t learnt French in school. Mother immediately started to teach us a few simple words like ‘bonjour’, ‘oui’, ‘non’, ‘merci’.

Mother’s excitement made us tense the day Emma and her friend should arrive. But I was away in late afternoon when they came and met them first at dinner.

Emma came first. She swept into the dining room. She was tall with brown joyful eyes. She was very elegant in a low cut dress. Her breasts looked big, pushed up as they were and nicely displayed with a deep cleavage. Her legs were long and slender at least what could be seen.

Emma hugged me, a real bear hug. She kissed me the French way on both cheeks and then a third time. But I misunderstood and when she pulled my head forward for the third kiss my nose landed in her cleavage. Her perfume smelled good and her upper breasts were soft and nice. She held me close for what seemed to be a long time before she let me loose.

“Oh Anders, it’s been such a long time since I last saw you. Let’s see, it must be five or six years ago. You really have grown and become a handsome young man I must say.”

Just then her friend came into the room. I just stared at her. All I could apprehend was that her skin was dark. Not sunburned but dark like dark chocolate. I was mesmerized and kept on staring.

“Anders, Anders, wake up and say hallo to Monique,” I finally heard my mother say and she pushed me forward.

Monique greeted me as Emma had done with French kissing on both cheeks. She smelled good from a light perfume.

Slowly I recovered and could take the whole of her in. She was of normal height with a curvy body and really good-looking. And of course she looked very exotic to me. She also wore an elegant evening dress that emphasized her body. And her skin was dark

I had never before seen a colored person. In school we had read about the African people but had never really understood what it meant or thought much about it. It was too exotic and far away for young people in rural Sweden in the thirties. But here was a colored person in my own home and she looked marvelous.

I noticed that my sisters were as quiet as I was.

During dinner I had time to watch her. Mother spoke only a little French and Emma had to translate to Monique. But they seemed to be used to it and the tension eased. Now and then Monique picked up my staring at her and smiled back. Even my father was charmed by her.

After dinner mother and Emma were talking. I sat silent in a corner and after a while they forgot about my presence. Father did his best to talk with Monique.

“Monique is really good-looking and has such a stunning body. Tell me her story,” mother asked Emma.

“Well, she is the daughter of an African woman and a French colonial officer who was honest and took Monique and her mother with him to France when he returned home. She is partly raised in Paris where I met her some years ago. We are very good friends although she is a bit younger,” Emma answered.

Then Emma said something that really caught my interest.

“When I see you with your son I suddenly remember something we girls talked about a long time ago. We decided that we should teach our sons-to-be to become good lovers. I have completely forgotten about that until just now. I haven’t heard any of our friends talk about it either so it was just a good idea I guess. But we certainly had some good ideas then. A good sex life is essential. That was the main reason for my divorce.” Emma said to mother.

“Oh, I am sorry about that. But you are right, it’s important. I remember that you really liked sex. Was he really that bad?”

“Well, I wouldn’t say that was the only reason for the divorce but I think that if the sex had been good the rest could have been sorted out. What about yours?”

“Oh, it’s great,” mother said and lowered her voice. “My husband wants me every day and more often than not he takes me twice. And he is good at it. I got more than I need and I love it.”

“Oh, you are lucky then. So your husband doesn’t need any encouragement? Otherwise I would have volunteered like in the old times,” Emma said giggling

“Oh, that wouldn’t do any harm, would it?” Mother said güvenilir bahis and laughed deeply.

“Well, we were pretty wild back then, weren’t we? What about Anders, is he as good as his father?” Emma asked with a smile.

“How would I know? I am his mother. I don’t sleep with my son,” mother said in a pretended stern voice.

“Oh, come on. A mother always knows, doesn’t she?” Emma giggled.

“Well, if you must know, I think he is pretty good. At least that was what our friends told me. You know, some of us kept that old idea alive and turned it into action. In fact Anders has been introduced and trained this very summer. And there have been a number of other boys. The reason that you haven’t been involved I guess is that you don’t have a son. We thought that it had to be a mutual thing.”

“Oh, well, I guess I would have volunteered if somebody had asked. But now there aren’t many boys left from our group, is it?” Emma said with some sadness in her voice.

The conversation ended because Monique and father joined them.

I sat in my corner for a while before I sneaked out. I went to find Lena, our lovely maid. She was helping the cook with the dishes. As casual as I could I asked her in what room Emma and Monique were accommodated.

“Oh, so you have got ideas, haven’t you,” she giggled. “Sorry to disappoint you. Mrs Emma has got the main guestroom and Mrs Monique the adjoining room. So these ladies are not meant for you I am afraid.”

I went to bed and dreamt about Monique.

The weather was fine the next day but Lena didn’t show up to bathe. I was waiting as usual and also my sisters had come early to bathe. Eventually mother and her friends came.

My sisters and I were chatting and rose when they came. We were of course already naked. Mother swiftly undressed as usual. I suddenly got aware of that I was going to see Monique naked. The thought made my cock to swell of anticipation.

Emma and Monique took their time. They looked us over accurately, both me and my sisters and it felt like they both looked me over a second time. I saw a big smile spread over Monique’s face.

“Oh la la. Mais il n’est pas un garcon. Il est un jeune homme. Un bel homme,” she exclaimed.

My sisters and I didn’t understand why Emma grinned broadly.

Emma and Monique undressed without hesitation. They did it slow and carefully and revealed their bodies bit by bit. It looked like they were coordinating their undressing with Emma in the lead. She started taking off her skirt showing her long slender legs. Monique followed and her thighs looked nice and muscled. The shirts came next, showing exquisite bras that lifted and supported to give their breasts a very nice look. The upper breasts welled out over the low cut bras.

They rested for a short while to let us admire. And at least I did. I stared at Monique and her dark skin. But now I also began to take in her beautiful curvy body with broad hips, swelling thighs and narrow waist. Emma’s body was very good-looking as well but I hardly saw it.

The spell was broken when Monique unfastened Emma’s bra. Her hefty breasts came free and looked stunning with long nipples and big areolas. She took a few steps and her breasts bounced heavily.

Emma got behind Monique and unfastened her bra. It seemed like a very natural thing. Monique’s breasts were round and firm and stood out. She kneaded them a few times as if the bra had been too tight.

Carefully they folded and put their clothes on the bench. They stood erect and then Emma pushed her panties down, first by wriggling her hips and then bending over to get the panties free from her feet. She had placed herself with her back at us and when she wriggled and bended over her ass bounced. Then her puffy pussy lips showed in between her thighs.

Emma rose and it was time for Monique. She took her panties off as graciously and her ass was really something. Full round cheeks on top of her strong thighs and above that her broad hips and narrow waist. She was really a sight bending over. I heard my sisters gasp beside me.

They stood erect for a little while giving a full frontal view. Emma had a luxurious bush of golden hair. Monique dark pussy hair didn’t show clearly against her skin but when she turned slightly the sun beams filtered through it and showed that she also had a rich bush. I was spellbound.

I got aware of laughs. I woke up and saw Emma and Monique looking directly at me, laughing. I realized that my cock was nearly erect. But their laughs were friendly and I thought that they deepened.

“Il est très magnifique” Monique said to Emma and they both giggled.

“Want to swim,” Emma shouted and with determination took my hand and pulled me with her into the water. Monique grabbed my sisters in the same way.

We had fun in the water playing around. I touched their bodies now and then but very lightly.

Afterwards mother chatted with Emma and Monique. It was nice in the sun. I was sitting türkçe bahis a bit away and was watching Monique all the time. Her body and dark skin fascinated me. My thoughts drifted and I got fantasies about Monique. I thought about some remarks the stable lads had made. The rumor had spread fast that we had visitors from France. They had a lot of opinions about French women and black women. Some rather crude. But I knew that no one knew what they were talking about. But they had been right in one respect. French women certainly were sexy.

Suddenly my mouth fell open. Monique had opened her thighs and her pussy slit was on full display. Her labia was puffy and her pussy slightly open. Her inner folds showed and they were pink. It puzzled me. The color looked lovely against her dark skin but I had thought that they would be dark as well.

Just then Monique looked up and saw me staring. She looked down at herself and then back at me and smiled broadly. She adjusted her sitting and closed her thighs but first she opened up even more.

I thought for myself that the lads had been completely wrong about another thing. They had said that French girls and especially black French girls had the pussy slit the other way around. But now I had seen firsthand that it was wrong. The pussy slit was lovely but turned the ordinary way.

Eventually it was time to get dressed. Emma and Monique did also that graciously. I was slow, wanting to watch as much as possible.

All the females finished dressing and went towards the house. I was last and a little behind. I saw that Monique slowed her walking and dragged behind the others. I caught up with her just before a bend on the path. Monique stopped close to me.

“Anders, mon chéri. Tu est très bel. Voules-vous me faire l’amour?” She asked.

I didn’t understand. What should I do?

“Uh, uh. . . Je ne comprend pas,” I remembered that mother had told me to say when I didn’t understand.

“Chéri, faire l’amour? Regardez.” Monique formed a circle with her thumb and forefinger and put her other forefinger through it back and forth several times. She looked at me while she did and laughed deeply.

“Comprenez? Me baiser?” She moved her hips in rhythm and looked inquiringly at me.

I thought that I understood but wasn’t sure. Could it be true? Well, what could I lose? I remembered what Inga had said; ‘grab the chances you get’ had been her advice.

“Uh, well, yes, very much. Thank you,” I stammered and nodded.

“Très bien mon chéri, dans ma chambre, a ce soir,” she said, kissed my cheek and left.

I stood dumbfounded and just looked after her.

Emma and Monique had really dressed up for dinner. They wore exquisite long dresses that put their charms on display. Emma was the boldest. Her breasts were lifted up and welled out in the open. They quivered when she moved. Her pink areolas showed and were outlined with darker pink color. When she leaned a little forward her nipples came on display. They were painted dark red.

Compared to Emma’s dress the one Monique wore seemed quite modest at first glance. It was a halter neck type, cut very deep in the back and leaving her shoulders bare. At the front the dress was cut very deep nearly down to her navel. Her breasts were totally covered but the silk fabric was loose-fitting and when she moved her full breasts could be seen. Also through the sides of the dress the breasts showed. Her firm breasts pushed out the fabric and her nipples were clearly outlined.

Father was suddenly very interested to talk to Emma and Monique. At dinner he sat between them. I sat on the other side of the table at mother’s side. I saw that father looked at the breasts on display but tried to hide it. But now and then he forgot himself and got quiet and just stared.

I looked at mother to see how she reacted. I thought that may be she would be sour. But she smiled and chatted on. And suddenly I saw her exchange looks with Emma and they both smiled when father lost his eyes in Monique’s cleavage. I remembered the conversation the night before and understood that it was agreed between Emma and mother. I guessed that mother expected a tremendous fuck that night. And so did I.

Well, I had difficulties as well not to stare myself. Even if I had seen these ladies totally naked in the afternoon the teasing worked. They were very sexy, even more than when they were totally nude. And both Emma and Monique gave me a lot of opportunities to see. They leaned forward over the table quite often. Monique sat opposite me and she showed me her breasts quite frequently. She smiled every time she caught me staring.

At bedtime I waited half an hour after mother and father had gone upstairs before I sneaked upstairs myself. I was a bit afraid getting caught because there was absolutely no reason for me to be in that part of the house at that time. And I had to pass the master bedroom. But when I did I calmed down. The sounds from inside told me that mother had güvenilir bahis siteleri got her wishes fulfilled or rather that the fulfillment was going on. From her moans and cries I knew that she was fucked to her liking. I was astonished. I had never believed that she would sound like that. She always seemed to be so cool and with her emotions under control. Also my father seemed to enjoy himself. He was grunting hard. Suddenly I felt very happy on their behalf.

Confident I hurried down the corridor to Monique’s room and tapped lightly at the door. My parents might be occupied but there was also Emma who stayed close by.

Monique met me at the door.

“Anders, mon chéri, entrent,” she whispered and let me in. She closed the door behind me and took a few steps into the room.

She was wearing a flimsy night dress that went from above her breasts to mid-thigh. Her firm breasts pushed the fabric out and her nipples showed clearly. She had put bright red lipstick on and a lovely perfume. And she was wearing high heels, real high.

She came close to me and hugged me. I felt her breasts against my chest. She kissed me and pushed her tongue into my mouth the French way, twisting my tongue.

Monique tugged at my clothes. She got my shirt off and knelt before me tugging my pants down. She caressed my cock through my briefs before she pulled them down.

Monique was on her knees and looked up at me smiling broadly. She kissed my semi-erect cock and quickly sucked it to stand at full attention.

She rose and backed away a few paces. She tugged at the straps that kept her night dress up and it fell to the floor. She graciously stepped out of it and pirouetted slowly a few times. She was absolutely gorgeous and her high heels made her look even better.

She ended up snuggling into my arms her back at me. My hard cock poked her in the small of her back and she lifted it to lay flat up her back. Instead my balls were pressed into her ass. She pulled my arms around her and I started to fondle her body. I had been waiting all day for this, to learn the feel of her dark skin. It was smooth and so was her pussy hair. I felt the heat between her legs when I explored her body. I cupped her breasts and they were soft with a heavy core. Her nipples were long and taut.

Monique moaned of pleasure. She moved us forward to the bed and she lay down with her legs slightly apart. She was still wearing her shoes. She beckoned to me to come to her.

I did as I was taught. I caressed her body with my hands, mouth and tongue which she obviously liked. She moaned constantly and whined when I sucked on her nipples.

Eventually I was down in her pussy slit and felt her moistness and heat. I licked the top of her pussy and she parted her legs to give me better access. I licked along her slit to her butt hole and back and felt her protruding clit. The little knob was hard and fully out of the protective hood. She shivered when I flicked my tongue over it and cried out. I went on licking with long strokes all along her slit and she cried out every time I flicked her clit. I also probed her pussy and she liked that as well.

Suddenly she grasped my head and kept it with my tongue over her clit. I licked and sucked on her and her moans switched to whining.

I put a finger in her pussy and searched for her soft spot. It was no doubt when I found it. Her body shuddered and she cried in a high pitch tune similar to what I just had heard my mother do in her ecstasy.

Monique held my mouth steady over her clit when she started to buck and writhe and she let out a long cry when she came. She clasped her muscled thighs around my head and held me close until she had calmed down slightly.

“Anders, mon chéri, merci. Encore s’il vous plait,” she whispered, still panting hard, but of course I didn’t understand. But I did understand when she again took my head and put it over her pussy. She wanted more of my caressing.

So I went to it and licked and sucked her pussy. This time she came repeatedly in small orgasms tensing and crying out each time. She also kept me hard by caressing my cock and cupping my balls from behind.

My tongue got tired and I thought I had to do something else to give her a mighty orgasm again. So after another small orgasm I moved and kissed the rest of her body again. I remembered her whining before when I sucked her nipples and thought that she probably had very sensitive breasts. So I caressed and massaged her breasts and even got a little rough on them. She didn’t protest but moaned and whined again. So I went on and licked and sucked on one breast while kneading the other. Her nipples had become very hard and I sucked them into my mouth and bit them gently. She whined higher and I got some lubrication from her pussy where her juices flowed and massaged her clit. She bucked hard when I did and I put my finger inside her. She bounced up and down now when I sucked and bit her nipples, massaged her breast and searched in her pussy for the soft spot. Her whines reached the high pitch tune again mixed with cries. She bucked and writhed under my treatment. Suddenly she arched her back and came violently, crying out and her body shuddered.

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Chase was a fairly normal guy. He’d been married to his wife Veronica for just over three years. They had a great sex life, but he was starting to get bored. In fact, he was starting to grow increasingly restless every day. Chase had been with more than his fair share of women before he’d married Veronica. So at 36 when he’d gotten married, he thought he’d gotten all of that out of his system. Right now, he was yearning for novelty though. He was an attractive man, tall at 6’3″, with a slim, yet toned muscular body, blue eyes and sandy brown hair with distinct chiseled features. So he could still command attention everywhere he went.

He noticed lately, however, that while a number of gorgeous women shamelessly threw themselves at him, even though they knew he was married, he simply wasn’t interested. However, after more than four years with the same sex partner, he was in dire need of having sex with someone other than Veronica. Though not one of those other women really caught his eye or stirred his sexual desires much, if at all. So how was he going to remedy his sudden case of sexual boredom?

Chase sighed as he browsed through yet another porn site mostly uninterestedly. All the fake tits and phony moaning were getting really tired. As he was about to click the page closed and just go to bed, he accidentally clicked on a link that navigated his browser window to another site. What popped up next half appalled and half thrilled Chase. There was a guy giving another guy with a huge cock a blow job. One part of Chase immediately wanted to look away and close the site in disgust. Yet the part of him that was intrigued won out almost immediately as he clicked on various clips watching men kiss, give each other head, jerk each other off and engage in anal sex.

Almost before he knew what had come over him, Chase had a full hard on. He was getting a rush from watching all the forbidden acts happening on the computer screen in front of him. He found himself massaging his balls with one hand and stroking his dick using his other hand inside of his navy blue cotton sweat pants as he watched a guy getting deep throat oral from another guy. Just as the guy getting sucked off on screen came, splattering copious amounts of jism all over the other guy’s face, Chase shot his own load all on the inside of his sweats.

Chase sat there panting, simultaneously feeling excited, nervous and a little repulsed. He was also feeling something he hadn’t felt in quite a while – fully sexually satisfied. So as the weeks went by, Chase found himself watching more and more gay porn and over time, the sick guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach slowly dissipated.

One evening, Chase and Veronica were at a local discount store shopping for household goods. While Veronica got cleaning supplies, Chase wandered over to the Electronics department. He bought himself a small digital camera that also functioned as a video recorder and web cam. Chase made the purchase in electronics, hid the camera in a back corner of the trunk of his SUV and met Veronica with a kiss on her forehead in a front checkout lane.

Later that night, as Veronica lay asleep upstairs, Chase slipped out of their bedroom and went to his downstairs office. He hooked up his new cam and started experimenting, learning how to use it via hands on experience. Eventually, he filmed canlı bahis şirketleri himself jacking off. As he stroked, he fantasized about his wife watching and getting turned on as another man sucked his cock. As he stroked, he elaborated on his fantasy to include him licking and sucking on Veronica’s clit while he gave it to his male lover in the ass. This new fantasy involving a threesome that included his wife really got him off and he shot his load all over his chest and stomach.

Watching the playback of the video he’d just made, he had to admit it was pretty hot. So hot in fact, he decided he wanted to share it. Chase had signed up for a gay amateur video sharing community a few days earlier. He posted his new video, the first and only clip on his page under his screen name so far –HotCock4U.

The next morning as Veronica was showering and getting ready for work, Chase had to go and sneak a peek at his computer. It turned out he already had ten comments on his vid clip. Guys from all around the country and even two from Europe (one from London and the other from Paris) had left rave reviews about his glorious exploding cock. Chase loved the ego boosting feedback he was receiving, all positive so far, as well as the anonymity which allowed him the freedom to post whatever he wanted to the site. As he looked at the last comment on his page left by BiBigDickBoi84, he suddenly felt a little shaken in his previous confidence.

“Dude, great dick. I’d love to suck it and let you ram my ass with it… But if your wife doesn’t know you’re on here getting off with other sexy guys, next time you might wanna remove your wedding ring before filming yourself. Just a thought…”

Chase felt a little sick. He watched his video again. Sure enough, there it was. His wedding band on his left hand, the one he had used to stroke up and down his cock while he’d filmed with his right hand. He thought he’d been so careful too, not to reveal too many personal details about himself. He hadn’t shown his face or anything. He was starting to feel a little panic stricken when he remembered how hard he came just a few hours ago thinking about his wife discovering him getting it on with another man. In fact, he was hard again now just thinking about it. He could hear the shower turning off and he rushed back upstairs and burst through the master bathroom door.

He scooped Veronica up in his arms, ignoring the quizzical look she was giving him. Her long brown hair was still dripping wet, her large brown eyes opened wide and her towel dropped to the floor revealing her sexy curves. “Hey, what’s gotten into you this morning?” she asked with a bit of a squeal as he lowered her quickly to the bed and kicked off his boxers. He dropped quickly to her and started nibbling her earlobe and trailing kisses down her neck and then over her breasts as he fisted his hard cock. Chase licked and sucked her hard nipples before licking a trail down her stomach and then over her clit, making her shiver a little. She moaned quietly as he noisily slurped with his lips closed around her clit then he licked over her pussy lips.

Next Chase licked and sucked on her clit while he fingered her and kept stroking himself before he came back up and kissed the lips on her face fiercely as he positioned his member at her entrance. He slid into Veronica firmly and she gasped canlı kaçak iddaa at the penetration as he pulled back to look deep into her eyes. Her face flushed in passion as he began thrusting into her at a faster pace than he normally started off with.

He kept picking up speed knowing that neither of them would last long at this rate. He started whispering sexy, dirty, naughty things in her ear. Just as he knew she was about to orgasm, he said to her “I’d love for you to watch another man get me off the way you do.” He worried for a second that he’d turned her off as she seemed to go very stiff and still underneath him. However, just another few seconds later and her pussy was clenching and spasming intensely on his dick in a way he couldn’t remember ever happening before.

“Oh fuck!” she screamed out as she came. He realized then that his suggestion had really pushed her over the edge and he pumped into her even faster and harder. He really let go and pumped into her as deep as he could go. He felt another wave of her pussy tightly clenching around his cock, as he sprayed her walls, she gripped him, pumping her hips rapidly and milking all of his seed out, as he completely emptied his cum into her.

When he was finished, he rolled off of her, dropping onto his back on the bed, feeling spent and breathing heavily. “Wow. That was an amazing morning fuck,” Veronica commented, panting. He kissed his wife on her forehead in response then got up and headed to the bathroom to clean himself up again before going to work.

All day all he could think about was if Veronica would really be into having a threesome with him and another guy. Even if she would be open to doing something like that, how would he approach asking her? Who would the other guy be? Would doing something like that make things weird between him and his wife? Feeling distracted and relatively unproductive, Chase left the office early for the day.

Knowing that he had arrived home before Veronica, he immediately went and got back on his computer. He had another ten comments on his video, all of which were overwhelmingly positive. Scrolling up, he decided to click on the screen name for BiBigDickBoi84. Seeing a number of video clips on Bi’s page, he clicked on the most recent one entitled “self facial.” Chase watched mesmerized as a very attractive, athletically built, young, tan skinned black man with clear green eyes jerked himself off on the screen. Chase was drawn into the man’s eyes as he stared directly into the camera while he stroked himself and played with his own balls. Just as he was nearing orgasm, the man closed his eyes and pointed his huge, thick cock at his face and then proceeded to shoot a super load of creamy cum all over his own face.

Chase was so entranced by the scene that he hadn’t noticed Veronica come in. He looked up to see her giving him a strange, yet curious look. “I was just coming to pick up my lunch I’d forgotten this morning and heard you in here. By the way, what are you looking at?” she asked, eyeing his hard on straining against the inside of his slacks clearly visible underneath the chrome and glass topped desk holding his computer.

‘Shit! I’m so busted,’ Chase thought to himself. However, instead of panicking and hiding his latest obsession, he stood and took Veronica by the hand. He pulled her over to him, retook canlı kaçak bahis his seat and pulled her into his lap – all without saying a word. Then he re-started the four minute video clip so they could both watch it together. As BiBigDickBoi84’s clip played, Chase nibbled on Veronica’s ear, trailed his fingers over her breasts and reached underneath her skirt. When he reached into her panties, he found her pussy sopping wet so he played with her clit, rolling it between his thumb and index finger. Then he switched to rubbing her clit in an up and down motion using his index and middle fingers. Very quickly she was moaning and soon she had an orgasm just as the guy on-screen splattered cum all over his own face.

Chase slowed his hand movements and began to whisper in his wife’s ear while he nibbled on her earlobe again. “Did you like that?” he asked quietly, slipping his middle finger inside her pussy. Silently, she bobbed her head up and down. He added another finger and thrust them in and out of her faster now. “Would you like to watch me with another man? Or maybe join us for a threesome?”

“Oh yes!” Veronica was moaning out as she neared another orgasm.

“So you’d really get off watching another guy suck my dick baby?” he asked her, still keeping his voice in a low, seductive tone while continuing to finger bang her.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes!” Veronica shouted out as she clenched her pussy around his fingers, her inner walls squeezing and contracting on his digits as he finger fucked her even faster.

“Good,” he said removing his fingers from inside her panties when she was finished cumming. He lifted her up and turned her to face him as he sat her on the desk in front of him. Her face was flushed with a wild lust he hadn’t seen from her in quite a while. He pulled her skirt up over her hips and without warning, ripped her panties off. The unexpected action jolted her slightly, but above all else, seemed to thrill her. She bit down on her bottom lip sexily as he unzipped his pants and pulled his dick through the opening of his boxers and unzipped trousers. He was completely erect and in one swift move he thrust almost completely into her.

She gasped at the swift penetration and he relished the feeling of her warm, wet walls encompassing his cock. Chase closed his eyes and pumped in and out of her in long even strokes as he replayed in his mind BiBigDickBoi84 giving himself a facial. Veronica pulled his head down to her face and started whispering naughty things into his ear this time. “I wanna take your cock and his in my mouth and suck on them at the same time. I want to deep throat the two of you until you both cum, spraying jizz on each other and all inside my mouth and throat.” Chase could easily visualize his wife’s fantasy with him and the guy they’d both watched on screen and as she spoke the words, it was really turning him on.

Chase was close to cumming now and Veronica knew it, so she continued. “I wanna watch the two of you sixty-nine each other, sucking and licking on each other’s hard, huge, thick cocks. Then I’ll lick your ass crack while that guy sucks your dick until you shoot your load all down his throat.” As she spoke her last few words, Chase pounded Veronica’s pussy as fast and furious as he could, groaning in ecstasy as he released his orgasm, unleashing his seed deep within her. As he was finishing his orgasm, Veronica came on his dick and Chase knew that they were both feeling very satisfied. Well, as satisfied as they could be for the time being until they could find a way to invite BiBigDickBoi84 to their private party…

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Enjoy the first installment of this string: The Cougar Meets Her Sommelier

At Last The Delicious Begins, Angel’s Self Pleasure Ritual

“Are there any other questions?” I surveyed the room secretly hoping the answer would be NO! Dang, three new hands waved at me insistently from the crowd. Smiling distractedly and painfully aware of the pinched toes in my expensive stilettos, I pointed to the blonde cruise director in the third row.

“Hi Angel, I am Birgit with Duchess Cruise Line, I am curious about how you tied your Turn On Game to Cruise Travel in the first place.” I glanced at my watch to see I still had a lot of time left in the scheduled session, so I re-focused and turned my mind back to work.

“It all started at the Pet Cemetery,” I laughed watching the faces of the people in front of me. I always got the same reaction…”Say, what?” I told my favorite story once again to the laughter and delight of my audience. “I call myself an Accidental Cougar, I never expected that young guy repairing the decaying old buildings in at the pet cemetery would change my life forever…”

Once again I was flooded with people at the end of the session signing up to get details on The Turn On Game. I had another sign up list for Cruise Directors who wanted to play the game on board with the Singles Groups on their ships.

When the stragglers finally drifted out of the room. I pulled together all of the important meeting notes and resources and stuffed them into my bag along with my stilettos and hurried back to my room in bare feet. I knew what I needed and I knew what to do to make it happen.

I texted my assistant and asked for the usual to be delivered to my room. A bottle of bubbly, pineapple juice, a cheese and meat platter and strawberries would be waiting for me. Starving, in more ways than one, I made a beeline for my private party, ignoring people reaching for my attention.

“I will be available at 9 am tomorrow in the Mariposa Lounge for questions.” I said again and again as I passed people in the convention center. When I closed the hotel door behind me, I rested against it, letting my full weight lean into the closed door.

“Yes.” I breathed to myself as relief washed over me. How I loved the feeling of a closed door behind me. How I rejoiced in me time… an escape from my professional self. Sigh.

Finally downshifting, I poured a mimosa and went out start my bath. The outdoor tub was secluded in a corner of the deck, surrounded by pots of flowers. The thought that I might be seen soaking sent a shiver of delight down my spine and into my lady bits. I poured in my private blend of erotic essential oils and the aroma hitting my nose sent electric tingles up my spine. Mmmmmm. Me and me celebrating Turn On.

Unbuttoning my suit jacket, it felt like it weighed hundreds of pounds as I slipped it off my shoulders and let it hit the floor, I felt elevated…freed of all of it. Absentmindedly, I unbuttoned my silk blouse. Standing in front of the mirror I smiled. Seeing a peek of the sky blue lingerie I felt hot. Very hot.

I loved the feeling of “shedding” my work self at the end of the day. I loved how concrete it was to “take off” my work self these days. Even better, I loved how my pleasure was mine. Cubs are great. Don’t get me wrong. That’s why I teach Turn On, but Cubs are not the only way to have fun. Not even close.

I laid out the red lingerie and illegal bahis pearls for after my bath…

It wasn’t easy to manage my Turn On at first. Especially after being turned off for so many years. Meeting the hot pet cemetery guy started it all those years ago. Reawakened, at first I thought it was HIM. I thought my body needed him to turn me on. I was confused.

When he came on to me, I was in the middle of an ugly divorce and my soon-to-be-ex had no attraction for me for years. I got used to living without sex. I mean I enjoyed romance novels and sappy Hallmark movies, but I had no access to good sex of any kind, for years. I actually thought I was fine without it. I doubted the pet cemetery at first. I sincerely did not see how a younger would be attracted to me.

That makes me roar with laughter now but another part of me knows this is not so funny. One out of seven women will never have an orgasm. Imagine that. Research reports that possibly up to 25% of women have painful intercourse, and many of them never ask for help. How lucky was I to have a man take so much time to please and pleasure me into a puddle of delight…again and again?

Not only is pleasure completely unknown to countless of my sisters over 50, think of how many are in pain pretending they are enjoying the efforts of their eager lovers? I faked it for years just to get sex over with. I never put “sex” and “fun” into the same sentence until I was over 60.

My first younger partner had mad skills and he was determined to please me. He pushed my pleasure limits beyond anything I ever knew possible. It took time to wear down years of religious and cultural programming that held my Turn On in an inner prison, out of my reach. Little did I know the challenges ahead for me.

The problem? After we made out in the backseat of his car that first time for an hour of delicious, he disappeared. For six weeks. WTF? It was my first friend with benefits and for all I knew, this is how it worked. Once sex was woken up in me, it felt like a geyser of energy inside of me. I didn’t know if or when I would see him again, so I had to figure out what to do with all that sex energy.

Writing erotic fantasies about him and his job. I wrote the distance between us into the story line and lo and behold, we had a great friends with benefits relationship for three years. It was just sex. We were compatible, we enjoyed each other physically and that is where it ended. No texting. No sexting. No phone calls. Just sex. And it worked for me. I was shocked. As an ex catholic, former long time bible study teacher, I had a fulfilling long term casual sex arrangement. WTF?

That hot young guy woke me up for sure and I felt a surge of hunger for sexual energy that needed attention. It wasn’t like raging horniness, no, when the energy opened up for me, it was showing up as agitation and anxiety. I didn’t know how to handle the intensity flowing through me. I definitely wanted more sex, but finding it safely was the problem.

I had no problem meeting younger men, I just couldn’t find a way to connect. “You can’t start a Bugatti in fifth gear.” I teased again and again but to no avail. The pet cemetery guy took a lot of time to tease me at first, he never sent a dick pic. He never asked for sex. Ever. He teased.

Unwilling to ask for directions, the beautiful younger guys who were so hot for me were unable to melt me. Where does a guy learn illegal bahis siteleri basic seduction skills? How does a sexually evolving, single 60 something, nice girl grown up, find sexual pleasure safely? How did the pet cemetery guy get so good at turn on?

Fast forward to today, between writing erotica and training players in the Turn On Game, my solo sex rituals were keeping my tanks filled regularly and deliciously. I am singular and have no desire to be anyone’s girl. I know how to take care of myself and solo sex is always safest.

That was until Nando stepped in and interrupted my neatly organized work and sex life. I was spinning. Just like the guy at the pet cemetery all those years ago, I wanted him. I knew absolutely nothing about him and I didn’t care. The attraction was trying to overpower my normal guardedness. “I want him and I want him now.” One part of me said. “No. Not now. Not him.” Another side of me pressed.

“Fuck the warning.” I pouted to myself inside. “I want him.”

“And perhaps you shall have him.” Came the next thought.

“Yes, perhaps I shall.” The next thought followed quickly. “I could if I wanted.”

Meanwhile, I knew exactly what I needed. That is why it is critical to make my own sex happen. I needed sex and I needed it without Nando. The pet cemetery guy had taught me that. “YOU own your Turn On. Any man could be touching you this way.” He would whisper to me as he gently stroked and probed my delighted body.

I argued at first but after receiving professional erotic massage from several professionals (hey, a girl has to do her research), I knew he was right. Especially when I am smitten with a new man, especially when my chest tightens feeling desire insisting on quenching, yes especially then… it is critical to make my own sex happen. Grazie, mi amor.

Pleasure is always at MY hand. MY body, MY experience. MY Turn on to share or not to share as I desire and with whom I desire to share myself with.

I poured my Pineapple Mimosa and made myself nibble some meat and cheese while I hung my work self up in the closet. Leaning my now naked self against the door, once again I affirmed to myself that my work self was contained properly and naughty Angel was free at last.

Smiling and sighing a huge sigh of relief, I made my way to the steamy bathroom to immerse myself in the heavenly scented water. The sounds of the music and the bubbling of the water in the tub saturated my senses. I put on my headset and Gaelforce, my ASMR companion, began to croon to me (This is indeed my secret weapon) …whispering his delight in our time together.

“It seems like I need The Sommelier to touch me.” The unbidden thought interrupted the fun.

“It seems like he can bring something to me I can’t experience on my own.” The next thought came.

I laughed. This Solo Sex Ritual was getting a little old but it worked so well. I knew what to do. I began to repeat outloud:

“My Turn On is mine.

My body turned on is my experience.

I can choose to have pleasure on my schedule.

My body houses sensory ability I can’t put words on.

Pleasure is ultimately the deepest self absorption.

Getting lost in pleasure for myself erases the illusion that another person is causing the pleasure that is clearly in my own body.”

Again and again over the years, sex energy flowed through me as I aligned myself with those words. canlı bahis siteleri I controlled the flow of Turn On energy as I allowed my hips to relax, unlock and swing open. Every time I affirmed to myself the truth of my sexual identity in these words, waves of relaxation and eager anticipation surrounded me.

Up until now, that is. Even though my sexual thoughts run away into delicious directions a lot of the time, my ritual has never failed me, until now.

When Nando appeared out of thin air. I already knew honoring the Ritual was going to be brutal but, being a go-for-the-jugular kind of girl, all I could think was…Bring it. Even though this time I knew managing my simmering Turn On was going to stretch me to the limits of my practice, I also knew it would take every bit of my skill to accomplish it.

Did I want him, fuck yes.

Did I want to send for him, fuck yes.

Was the fact that he was in the same building as me, unavailable to me, fucking with my mind, fuckety fuck yes.

I snuggled down into the foam surrounding me in the tub and hit play on my ASMR clip. (Be sure to check out ASMR to see if it is a Turn On for you too!) Grinning from ear to ear I celebrated my adorable sexy self, my Turn On skills and my pleasure machine of a body.

Soaking in the foamy water and listening to the audio I relaxed into fantasy. Waves of shivers welcomed me. I love knowing how to Turn On for myself. Yes, of course I still desire this fascinating new man. He promised we would see each other again. Perhaps we will, however I don’t have to wait for pleasure.

Biting my lip, I imagined my hand was his hand slowly and softly sweeping over my skin down my belly, taking my time. Contented sighs and squeals escape from my mouth as I allow the voice on the recording to make me feel cherished and cared for. Game on.

Laying with my whole body submerged, tingles starting at the top of my head rushed through me. I reached for the natural sea sponge and dabbed the essential oil into the surface. Starting at the top of my chest, I swept the sponge down between my breasts imagining it was Nando bathing me.

Instantly I sensed a body behind me in the tub. My mind so readily shifting from fantasy to reality to fantasy. In the right mind space, it is like someone else is really there. Now I felt arms wrap around me, one holding that sponge and gently holding me, bathing me.

Eyes rolling back into my head, I panted my response. “Yes, yes” I whispered to my invisible partner. I could feel the sponge, just rough enough to zzzzzzzzt my skin under the stroke. Moans and whimpers finally free in the privacy of my tub, I pretended I was being teased as I stroked my belly closer to my mound. Not yet. Not yet.

Once again, I brought the sea sponge up toward my tops of my breasts just peeking out from the bubbly foam. Simmering with Turn On and aching for touch, I squeezed a flow of warm watery suds on my chest and then slowly, ever so slowly slipped that sponge down the length of my torso.

This time, I couldn’t resist. My legs swung open and I pressed myself against my invisible lover behind me. An imaginary bulge against my back and the whispered delicious echoing in my ears took me. I pressed the sponge in between my legs as spasms shook me.

Me and me. My Turn On. Grinning from ear to ear, I relaxed and spent another hour in my self pleasure practice. Thank you, you adorable Sommelier. I am going to sleep very well tonight.

I always wonder if guys can feel when I have a fantasy scene featuring their adorable selves…what do you think? Is the Sommelier a real man disguised as an erotic fantasy?

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The Wednesday evening winter rush-hour drive was smooth with the exception of my butterflies and nervous knots in my stomach. I continued to ask myself if I was really ready to go through with the meeting and interview process. As I pulled into the subdivision and parked in the dedicated parking spot for the address, I reminded myself that this was an excellent way to break the ice.

Let me backtrack. Actually, my butterflies started the week prior in an e-mail exchange and several phone calls with the moderator of a local bisexual swinger’s group on a well-known adult themed website in 2003. I had stumbled across the group’s posting while looking for like-minded singles or couples. There it was, a well-written description of the bi swinger’s group, complete with several photos depicting the group’s erotic composition. I decided then to send them a note to introduce myself. Why not give it a try.

At that time, my bio noted that I was forty years old, five foot nine, one hundred and eighty pounds and in good shape, seven inches cut, safe, clean, shaved smooth, divorced, bi-curious, and looking to enjoy both him and her or a group to explore my bi fantasies. Yes, I was still a bi virgin.

A few days passed before I received a response from the group’s main contact, Robert. Our e-mail exchanges were quite pleasant and started off explaining the rules of the group, the telephone interview, and the personal interview process. We also exchanged some photos, both of the group that was not on the site and of myself, for the approval process. I was quite pleased with the photos I saw and was extremely relieved that they responded expressing their interest in me. After several e-mail exchanges, Robert asked if I was ready for the telephonic interview and if so, we would need to set up a time to chat. Now I was crossing my first hurdle, giving out my phone number. That was part of the test. Was I actually interested? If not, I wouldn’t let them call me. I was interested.

The phone interview with Robert had lasted about thirty minutes and was quite professional and not absurd. More than anything else, it allowed us to chat covering most of the same items already laid out in the e-mails as well as the fact that they limited the amount of single men in the group and wanted to ensure a proper fit. At the end of the call, we agreed to meet the following Wednesday evening for a tour of the property where the group met and to make sure we were all truly comfortable with each other. I would find out whether or not I would make the cut.

Fast forward to my arrival. I sat in my car for a few moments to make sure I had gathered my composure and to remind myself that it was just an interview of sorts. However, I had still showered and shaved. And to answer the question up front, yes, I am clean-shaven there too. I dressed in black slacks and a white Polo shirt, even wearing sheer bright blue mesh briefs that would accentuate my throbbing hard cock if I were asked to disrobe as part of the interview and approval process. My black cashmere overcoat provided the warmth needed that cold winter evening.

I finally opened the car door and began the short walk up the sidewalk to the all-brick end unit townhouse where the front porch lights blazed in the chilled air. I climbed the porch steps to the landing and took a deep breath before pressing the doorbell and waited for someone to respond. The door opened just a few moments later and I had my first opportunity to meet Robert face-to-face. He was dressed casually in dark slacks, loafers, and a button down blue business shirt opened at the collar and red power tie hanging loosely. He welcomed me in with a smile, shaking hands and introduced himself as I entered the foyer.

He was at least five years my junior, black hair, warm smile, strong handshake, and immediately put me at ease as he asked if he could take my coat and if I would like a drink. I removed my coat and handed it over as I looked around the beautiful townhome. I asked him what he was drinking and when he told me scotch, I smiled and said I would love to have the same.

Robert was the consummate host and gentlemen. We chit chatted about traffic and directions to the home and what a busy day he had at work as I followed him to the kitchen to pour my drink. I took notice of the photos and pictures on the walls of the living room and hallway. I commented on the marvelous way the house was decorated. He mentioned that he and his wife had purchased the property as a second home for when they were in town. They spent most of their time in Florida. He noted that his wife would be back in town for the group party the following weekend.

We chatted as we sipped our scotch and he asked if I would like a tour of the house. Nodding my approval, he beckoned me to follow him through the main level first, showing a den, the formal dining room, and back to the foyer and formal living room area before heading up stairs. Walking up the stairs to the second floor, güvenilir bahis he let me walk in front of him. At the top of the stairs, he commented on my nice ass in the slacks and smiled. This was a test to see if I was actually interested. We looked each other in the eyes and I could see the smile developing and his eyebrows moved and a quizzical way letting me know that the interview was going well. I smiled back.

He pointed toward the master bedroom at the end of the open hallway. I walked ahead to the doorway and paused. It was then that he moved behind me, slightly to my right side, and slid a hand softly on my ass and leaned in to smell my cologne. My butterflies were gone, whether it was the scotch or I was just that comfortable with him at that point, I wasn’t sure. I melted when he whispered in my ear, “Love your cologne and your ass,” as he firmly clasped my ass.

I sighed and let my right hand rub against his thigh as he leaned into me, slightly brushing his hardening cock held hostage in his slacks and underwear, against my palm. “Very nice master bedroom. Love the four poster king sized bed,” I said as I turned to him.

He responded with a smile and pressed himself against my hand and noted, “There are three bedrooms up here and the full finished basement with another bedroom, entertainment center, bar, fireplace, and access to the hot tub in the privacy fenced back yard downstairs.”

My cock was now throbbing and needed to be rearranged in my own pants and briefs. Yes, there was definitely sexual tension in the air. I moved forward and surveyed the bedroom as he leaned in the doorway now taking another sip of his scotch. I tried to casually adjust my equipment easing the discomfort I was having and he nodded with approval and noted, “I know. I’m having the same problem.”

I peeked into the master bath and saw the huge tile and glass shower, complete with bench and room for six and a huge Jacuzzi tub. There was a huge walk in closet only half filled with business attire, both for him and her. Walking back to the doorway, I smiled and continued to peek into the other rooms before heading down stairs. Robert asked me to follow him down stairs to see the finished basement.

Now it was my turn to watch him walk down the two sets of stairs. I also enjoyed the view. At the bottom of the steps, I saw that the gas fireplace was lit, displaying a warm glow to the room, and the television was still on. He must have come down stairs when he came home. He walked to the glass patio doors, pulled open the drapes and turned on the outside lights to show off the large covered outdoor hot tub.

“Now that you’ve had the tour, is there anything else you would like to see or know about our group? ” After a slight pause, he continued. “You look like you need to refresh that drink, would you like another?”

I smiled and held out my glass as if to relinquish it for him to refill. He pulled the curtains closed, turned off the lights to the back yard and walked over to take my glass. “I’ll be right back,” He noted. “Make yourself comfortable down here. I’ll only be a few minutes.”

I watched him walk back up the stairs. I sat down on the sofa and waited for his return. I was surprised to notice that the television was actually showing a porn movie and had the volume on mute. The scene on before me had a woman and two men engaged in a three-way oral endeavor where one well hung stud was between the woman’s spread legs on the sofa and the second was getting a blow job from the woman at the other end of the sofa. The woman released the hard cock she was sucking and moved into position on all fours as the other guy rolled on his back and slid under her spread legs to work on her gaping pussy. I searched for the remote and turned up the volume to hear the moaning and slurping sounds of oral sex and pleasure.

It was quite an erotic and extremely hot scene but the scene got even hotter when the second stud crawled between the open legs of the stud eating out the woman and slowly grasped his massive cock and began to lick and tease the massive tool before trying to devour it. I was lost in the scene. When he slid a finger in his ass, I squirmed and my own cock wanted to burst from my pants.

I hadn’t noticed how much time had passed but I looked up to see Robert coming back down the stairs with two glasses of scotch. He had also changed, and more importantly, he had taken a shower and now padded down the stairs in a thick black terrycloth robe. “I see you found the remote.”

“I did,” I responded and reached for my glass that he presented me.

He smelled fresh of body wash and a gold chain caught my attention falling down his chest and disappearing in his robe. His hair was slicked back, allowing it to dry naturally and after he handed me the drink, sat down next to me with his legs curled up to his side.

He smiled over his glass and commented, “Sorry, but I really did want to take a shower. It’s been a long day.”

“I türkçe bahis understand. I did the same before coming here as well.”

I looked back at the movie to see the woman move to straddle her lover’s mouth while the stud who had been working the massive cock moved to lather some lube onto the massive cock he had been sucking with such determination. When he climbed up onto the sofa and straddled the massive cock, I must have sighed with anticipation of what was about to occur, because Robert leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Oh, this part is so hot, he takes it all.”

It was then that the stud grasped the massive cock, lined himself atop the head and slowly slid down onto the throbbing tool. The close up of the pulsing cock disappearing into that ass was so hot. Robert slowly nibbled on my ear and then began to kiss my neck. I could feel myself melt under his touch. I was relaxed and also highly aroused with my own cock throbbing in my pants and a hot hunk wanting to test my bisexual curiosity. Robert’s hands roam across my chest, unbuttoning my shirt and then pulling it over my head. I slid off my loafers and then turned slightly toward Robert to allow him access to my belt and pants. I felt like I was being stripped and about to be made love to by my own stud.

As the actor moaned in pleasure as he was slowly fucking the throbbing cock, Robert moved me slightly to have access to unbuckle my belt. He then unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid the zipper down as he gave me my first male-to-male kiss. The first kiss was soft and lips closed. The second was lips slightly parted and to see if I would respond, and did I. I allowed his tongue to enter my mouth in a hot deep French kiss that could match any I’ve had with any woman I’ve been with up to that moment. Taking a lyric from Katy Perry and modifying it would be an accurate testament of that kiss. I kissed a boy and I liked it.

I now knew I was his as he began to slide my slacks off and I lifted to allow them to slide down my legs without breaking the hot kiss. I remember doing the same with women and now it was happening to me. He broke the kiss to slide down and remove my socks leaving me there in my mesh briefs and throbbing cock straining the material. He slid back onto the sofa and moved me back again positioning himself to kiss me deeply again. I heard the moaning from sexual pleasure on the movie and could feel my own tension continue to build. I could feel his hardness press on me as he leaned against me, taking my hands and moving my arms above my head giving him access to me.

He broke the kiss and began to nibble down my neck and then to my chest taking the time to slowly suck my sensitive nipples causing my cock to throb even more, which I didn’t think was possible. He moved down slowly across my stomach and then came to the mesh briefs encasing my own throbbing cock. He slowly and lightly ran his tongue down my shaft, still covered by the mesh, teasing my cock with each lick. He did this for several minutes, teasing me and causing me to moan louder from the erotic pleasure he was giving me just before moving down to the insides of my legs and slowly nibbling all the way down to my ankles. In no time, he started back up the inside of the other leg. I thought I would explode.

By the time he reached my cock on his upward trek, I was leaking precum. Apparently this was evident to him because he took the time to lick and suck the tip of my cock through the material in an effort to get a taste before he actually devoured my cock. He finally pulled the mesh briefs slowly down, letting my cock pop up from its entrapment of the briefs and leaving me now totally exposed for his and my pleasure. He stood up to survey me lying before him before crawling back between my legs to begin to give me an exquisite blowjob. His oral skills were magnificent. His tongue was magic across my cock, under the head, down the shaft, slowly licking and tonguing my slick shaved balls, and then making circles around my asshole before penetrating with such skill.

When he moved back up to engulf my throbbing cock again, I ran my hands through his hair and down his neck. He was so focused on pleasuring me that he knew when I was about to cum. Sensing my pending climax, he squeezed the base of my shaft letting the sensation ebb before bringing me back again to the brink of climax. Again, I had no sense of time. My lover was skilled, that was for sure.

When Robert finally wanted me to cum, he told me to cum in his mouth and let him drink my load. I moaned and shook my head yes, my hips now pumping my cock into his greedy mouth and throat. I felt his hand beneath my ass and a finger slide into my hot hole. He found my P-Spot almost immediately and began massaging it with first one and then two fingers. He pushed me over the edge and I moaned loudly and yelled out several times, “Oh my!”

I thought I wouldn’t stop cumming as wave after wave of hot semen erupted from depth of my balls up through my güvenilir bahis siteleri cock and shooting into the greedy and wanting mouth of my new lover. I shook, more like convulsed, as I came. I was in total ecstasy.

I felt his fingers slide out of my ass, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness. He then released my cock from his mouth and looked at me with a smile and he asked, “How do you feel?”

“Oh my,” I responded. “Or better yet, oh wow! That was amazing!”

“Why thank you,” he replied. Then he looked at me and asked, “Would you like to try your first cock? I know one that would love your attention.”

I smiled back and noted, ‘I would love to pleasure you. I hope I do well enough for your pleasure. I want to learn to do everything you did to me and more.”

“Well, yes there is some experience to it but, remember. You know what you like when someone sucks on your cock. Not every woman knows how to make you truly squirm. But you know what you like. Just think of it that way. I’ll coach you along the way.”

I sat up as he stood before me. As I rose to my feet my own cock now hung down, not quite soft and not quite hard and my heart raced. I leaned in to untie his robe letting the robe’s belt drop to the floor. I slid my arms around him pulling him close and kissed him as he kissed me. He shared the saltiness of my own cum as our tongues swirled in the erotic French kiss dance. I let my hands drop to his ass and felt a silk thong at his waist with the thin strip of material running down the crack of his ass. I let my right hand wander to the front and felt his cock throbbing in the sheer material, the head peaking over the top of the thong.

I let my left hand slowly slide the robe off his right shoulder and then slowly fall from his left. Now, it was my turn to finally experience a throbbing and massive cock in my mouth and to try to tease him in the same manner that he teased me causing my tremendous orgasm. He was slightly thicker and longer than my seven inches. I inspected his throbbing cock head peaking out from the thong. He already had precum spilling forth waiting for me to taste. I dropped to my knees and let my tongue swirl at the tip of his cock, my first taste of his cum. Oh what a wonderful taste. I could hear moaning on the television again as I maneuvered Robert back onto the couch with my back to the entertainment center.

I let him get comfortable and left his thong on him at first. I wanted to tease him, the thong providing an erotic feeling as my tongue glided up the length of the shaft from the base to the exposed tip. His moans included, “Oh fuck yes, do it, just like that.” Again, time seemed to disappear as I slowly began to study and make oral love to my lover’s hard monster cock.

When I pulled the thong down exposing his throbbing well-manicured manhood, I went to work on each and every square inch of it. When I finally took the head into my mouth, I swirled my tongue around the head and then down the underside as I let his cock fill my mouth. I knew not only was I comfortable with him making love to me, I was extremely comfortable making love to him. I slowly began to fuck his cock with my mouth and tongue, making sure to pay extra attention to that sensitive spot under the head before engulfing him, each time trying to see if I could get him into my throat. He reminded me that it may take time but I was doing quite well. Of course, I kept hoping my gag reflexes would give in for me.

As he did to me, I let one finger enter his ass as I worked his cock. Then I added two. He moaned with pleasure but coached me again by adding; “I love three fingers in me, give me three and fuck my ass while you suck me.” What a coach.

I could feel his balls tighten and I backed off, letting his cock slip from my mouth with a plop. His cock pulsed in front of me as I squeezed the base of his cock to try to stop him from cumming. I did get more precum and I was able to thwart his orgasm several times, even keeping my fingers in his ass as he pushed against them burying them deep in his hot box.

When he finally told me he was ready to cum, I tried to apply each trick he did to me in order to make his climax an awesome orgasm. I slid a fourth finger into his ass, opening him up and applying pressure to his prostate. I didn’t think his cock could get any harder but it jumped and throbbed even more. Then he told me he was going to cum. He grabbed the back of my head and fucked my mouth like he was pile driving a hot pussy. I was determined to make sure I sucked the juices out of his cock and not letting his eruption go to waste on his stomach or elsewhere.

When he came, it was in waves as I had done, but in such a massive quantity. I struggled to keep up with the load. He erupted into the back of my throat and I greedily continued to suck the seed from his pulsing cock. “Hey,” he said. “Remember to save some for me.”

I did. I let his cock plop from my mouth and I moved up to kiss him with unbridled passion. The passion that comes from someone consumed with the heat of sex and erotic acts of two passionate lovers. I truly enjoyed kissing him. He gave back passion and I knew we were not finished for the night.

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Once upon a time, in a far away land… I’ve always wanted to start a story like that. When I was 19 I moved out my parents home to live in a small country town a couple of hundred kilometres away. I did it for work and stayed with an old football friend of my fathers. He was a bit younger than my Dad and lived in a 3-bedroom house with his wife. I guessed there must be a medical reason that two fit people in their early forties had no children but I never asked. I’m sure he would have tried to knock his wife up because she was one sexy lady. Although she went to the gym a few days a week and ate well she still had a curvy figure that a man (or a boy in my case!) wanted to take a bite out of. And when she started talking to me I would hang on her every word as her pretty green eyes shone and she played with bits of her log brown hair.

I had only been there a few weeks when I came home one Thursday after noon to find Lisa drinking with one of her friends. It was mid afternoon and they were three sheets. I was very keen for a shower after a hard days rigging.

“How did you get your toy boy to move in? Doesn’t Scott care? Or does he swing like that too?” The friend cackled. At a young age I was a bit confronted. Lisa threw her head back and laughed.

“I am sure he’s going to find some local slut to blow his load in tomorrow night! He’s been here for two weeks and hasn’t gone out yet. That’s what guys his age want, some tart to throw their legs open for ’em!” Lisa cackled with laughter as I stood there in disbelief that they were talking about me while I was still in the room.

“Guys his age?! That’s what they all want, darlin’. No matter the age!” the friend rebutted.

“I might be waiting for the right one you know. Maybe I am different.” I decided to defend myself. The girls cackled like drunken house wives again.

“So if some pretty little blonde thing got naked, jumped on your bed and said fuck me! You would ask her for dinner?!?! No way, you would jump on and pump her full come. Wouldn’t you big boy?” Lisa asked me.

I grinned back at her. “Okay, I would still wait for the right one, but I might throw one into right miss right now if she was there.”

The women cracked up and I swaggered to the bathroom to take a shower. As I turned on the shower I heard some one call out “Go easy on your self in there, you need some for tomorrow night!”

By the time I was clean and dressed the friend had left and it was just Lisa and I again. The conversation was instantly sexual and centred around me picking up on a Friday or Saturday canlı bahis night. Lisa was a lot more excited about the idea than I was it seemed. I like the thought but she was flushed. She told me it was fine to bring a girl home, in fact I got the impression it was encouraged. Lisa constantly sipped more wine as we talked.

“What are you going to do if you don’t pick up?” She asked me. I told her I would take matters into my own hands. At that she pouted and told me it was such a waste.

“What else am I going to do if I don’t?” I asked her. I really didn’t see where this could go.

“Ok, I will cut you a deal. I’ve been thinking about this since you moved in. If I cheated on my husband, well that’s a bad thing. But if I fucked my husband, and he didn’t want any more, then I could give you some. You know? I’ve done my marital duties and then if some one was to get left overs that’s totally different.” Lisa looked up from cooking tea and locked on to my eyes. My cock hardened at what she just said.

“I think you are totally right. If he has had enough why can’t you share a little?” I didn’t think any thing would come of this so I played along. I thought it was a nice idea but wouldn’t go anywhere.

“Alright, Scott is working Saturday morning, so I will try and give him some before he leaves for work. And if you have struck out Friday night you will have a fall back slut to empty your nuts in!” She laughed again as she said this. “So we are agreed? You can have some, but only after my hubby has had enough?”

“You’re on!”

Friday night was a drunken blur for me. I went to a pub that had a club in it and danced with a few girls. As I was leaving I ran into one at the taxi line and had a brief pash. Then suffered rejection when I asked her home with me. I stumbled home about 5am. As I walked up the drive I realized Scott’s car was gone. Through my drunken haze I realized that he left for work about ten minutes to five. Then my thoughts turned to Lisa.

I opened the door and crept in quietly. Maybe she had been talking shit. Maybe she wanted a sleep in. Maybe she meant it but hadn’t caught Scott before he left. My cock got harder as I tip toed through the house. Their bedroom door was ajar. I peeked through. There was a night light on. I could see Lisa lying on her back, with a sheet over her. My heart was racing, my palm sweated. Even with a nights drunken courage I was only just bold enough to whisper “Are you awake?”

Lisa stirred from her nap. “How did you go with the sluts?” she asked.

Emboldened I pushed the door open bahis siteleri and stood at the foot of the bed. “I had one pash but no real chances” I slurred in response. Looking down at her sexy body my cock was now as hard as my pants were going to let it be. The sheet draped across her thighs and torso, covering her breasts, belly and map of Tasmania. But her sexy toned legs shone even in the tiny illumination form the night-light. The sheet hugged her wide hips and then swooped along to her little waist and back out around her breasts. They sat off to the side a little and really gave her body some curves. Far beyond a coke bottle, Lisa was almost an S.

Her legs slowly parted and the sheet dropped down between them, still teasing me. When she spoke I realised how long I had stared. “Are you going to get naked? I want to have a shower, so hurry up and have your fun.” She smiled at me like she was teasing and the realization hit me that she really was going to let me fuck her and leave. I was already euphoric as my clothes came off.

Once I was naked she instructed “Stroke you cock for me, get it really ready.” I was already very ready. I was 19! I stroked my erection long and slow, so I wouldn’t come. Meanwhile Lisa pulled the sheet up and began playing with her pussy. That nearly made me come then. As we both watched each other masturbate she began to play with her nipples. As soon as I could see them I felt my balls tighten again. I knew I had to get to her before it spontaneously ejaculated.

As I crawled up the bed she pushed me back with a foot. “Are you ready to come? I’m not going to make love to you.” I could only nod as I crawled between her legs. I sat back on my heals once I was close enough to penetrate and looked down at her open pussy. The realisation hit of what I was about to do hit me. Her pubic hair was matted around the sides of her gaping lips and a wet patch stretched out under her bum. As I thought about what I was going to do her hand encircled by rock hard cock and stroked it a couple of times before guiding it between her wet, shiny lips. The feel of her hand was fantastic but the touch of her hot hole enveloping my head made me involuntarily thrust.

I slid straight in and I knew why. She was well lubricated. And I knew why. She was half way to an orgasm. And I knew why. The fact that this housewife was so kinky turned me on so much. Only the alcohol made me last, taking the edge off the sensation and the sensuous nature of the situation.

Lisa tilted her hips back and placed her pedicured little feet on my hips. bahis şirketleri Her hands went to her clit, one holding her lips apart and one stroking furiously on her clit. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened, her head slowly tilted to one side and then her whole body tensed. I just kept thrusting at the same pace, watching her, enjoying the show. As she came down her hands moved to form a ring around my cock while her other hand cupped my balls. As soon as she squeezed I ejaculated. My cock was pulsing and shooting my come into her, but I didn’t feel like I had an orgasm. She moaned as I came, feeling my cock harden and my balls tighten.

I slowed my thrusting down but never stopped. I felt like I could still reach an orgasm. Lisa just lay back and watched my face. This time I knew it was me putting on the show. As I built momentum she put her legs over my shoulders and I leant forward onto my hands. This gave me very deep penetration, which combined with the come I’d just shot into her mad her pussy feel so different. The only way I could explain the sensation is that we had a perfect seal between her sexy little pussy and the base of my cock. No come could leave. When I went deep I could feel nothing but liquid.

This time I came hard. It was like I hadn’t come at all yet. I erupted and smashed poor Lisa into the bed as I chased every last gram of feeling. Just as I thought I was done she yelled “Dump that come into your slut!” and promptly came gain. That kept my orgasm going until my balls started to hurt from shooting nothing but air. Gradually I slowed down, and stopped my thrusting, leaving my cock pointing straight down inside her well fucked little hole.

“Do you want to see how much you shot into me?” She asked. “Go straight back and take me with you.” I did just that, grabbing her body and rolling onto my back. She got up onto her haunches and held her pussy open above my pubic hair and let the come roll out of her. Then she slid her fingers in to scoop out more, I loved to watch even though I was sexually sated, my cock now super sensitive. Lots of come slid out of her pooling on my lower belly.

“There is more in there, deeper…” she whispered then grabbed my still hard cock and slid down on it. The feeling was so intense I cried out. As I slid all the way in I could feel more come deep inside her. Lisa slid off me and fingered herself again until more come slid out and onto my belly. Grabbing my cock she slid down on it again and this time did two strokes before sliding off. I gasped from the sensation and was amazed when what looked like another full load literally poured out of her gaping pussy.

“You are a bad boy fucking dirty sluts like that!” Lisa stated as she jumped off and went to the shower, leaving me covered in come. I didn’t mind in the least.

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This chapter has a bit of world building, I hope you all enjoy my first try at this. The next chapter is going to be… probing… deeper into this company…

*****

Heather walked into the slick white office, all glass desks, black trim, and spotless. Sasha saw her looking around at the surroundings in awe, “Our cleaners come in every night, and trust me we need it!” She giggled at the end but it wasn’t just the surroundings that had Heather interested. It was that the office was composed of almost entirely gorgeous women. She had been told that she would be working with 2 other women on a marketing team, something she had thought of as part of the progressive entrepreneurial company that she had been told she would be working for. But here in the office she had run into at least 10 women, all with long legs, thin waists and breasts (or at least bras) that defied gravity. Heather wasn’t a slough herself with a perky 34DD and 40 inch ass. It was odd though that this start up was attracting so many workers like herself. She had heard that getting in on the bottom floor of one of these would pay huge dividends in the future once it went public. They were vague on exactly what they would be making, but it involved “online interactive entertainment and it will be commonplace in every home in 5 years”. Sounded good enough for her and they liked her college marketing portfolio work. She was hired and told to report in 3 weeks.

Sasha walked her into a room labeled “Public Meetings” to find another clear glass table and clear chairs seated on either side of it. Heather took a seat as Sasha handed her small stack of papers. “This is our non-disclosure agreement, before we can show you what you will be working on, I need you to sign this. As you were told in your interview, this is a product that will see limitless growth potential. You will be well vested with stock options should you decide to stay past 6 months, with more for each additional year you are hear. That isn’t to say that this will be an easy job. We expect each employee to not only help in their assigned role, but also work on testing and design, and you’ll see why later. It is a bit of an unconventional workplace, but it is a very… satisfying workplace for those that will choose to fit in.” Sasha giggled at this last part before breaking her authoritative mode and reached across the table to touch Heather, “Don’t worry, if you don’t like it here, which I doubt, you can leave, no harm, no foul, as long as you don’t talk about our workplace and products.” Sasha smiled at this last part, letting Heather relax a bit, before hurriedly glancing through the documents, initialing on a few pages and then signing the last page. It was done, she was now an employee at Divine Devices Interactive!

Heather looked up after signing and asked, “So where will I be working?”

Sasha grinned and walked to the door, “Well lets meet the other girls you’ll be working with first and get those introductions out of the way before we go over dress code, time keeping, and expectations.” Sasha opened the door and called out in suddenly low and seductive voice, “Amy, Mary, why don’t you come on in and meet your new team member. Yes, I know, but this way you get to meet her properly.”

Sasha turned around with a suddenly large wolfish grin on her face and a glint in her green eyes that seemed to betray that Amy and Mary would be quite the handful for Heather.

Amy strode through the door first, all 5 feet of her, though she appeared much taller to Heather as her mouth dropped open. Amy güvenilir bahis had her fiery red hair done up in a fancy bundle like you might see in the 60’s, though the dress she was wearing was defiantly not 60s. Grey latex hugged every curve she had, from her breasts squished tightly against her chest, while black lines on the dress seductively traced down from her shoulders, around her breasts, down to her waist where the split into further black lines that traced her slim hips and ended at the hem, few inches below her ass. This only accented her long legs which ended in a pair of red stiletto heels. Amy’s deep red lip stick pursed and her eyes narrowed through her glasses as she surveyed Heather right back.

“Hmmmm, what did you hire this time Sasha?” Amy said in a low and deep southern accept. Amy took a few more paces inside before leaning up against the spotless wall and looking at Sasha above her glasses, “Am I to play nice this time?” she said slowly as she enunciated every word while a shocked Heather

Sasha appeared ready to answer her when Mary glided into the room. Heather noticed that she was the exact opposite of Amy immediately. Mary was taller than Heather, around 5 foot 8, and her brown hair was held loose and fell down her back, which only accented her billowy white blouse and flowing white skirt. Mary smiled warmly and took a seat gingerly across from Heather.

“Welcome to Divine Devices Interactive! It’s a pleasure to work her, you’ll find out soon enough. Now has Sasha told you yet what we are working on?” Mary warmly asked.

“No… Just that it will be everywhere in 5 years and that secrecy is the utmost importance… ” Heather said meekly, thinking that she has just made her first mistake in her post college career by not knowing the product that she would creating marketing for.

Mary looked back over at Sasha with a wide smile, “Are we ready to tell her?” Sasha gave her a nod to go ahead.”

“We are working on electroconductive plastics. Which is a fancy term for using electricity to be able to re-shape and re-form plastics, including density, shape, and appearance. What we have could be used in any number of common day appliances and will be able to transmit information back across, making them perfect for sensors, consumer electronic devices, even military use if we can get the application down right. So we are serious when we say it could be everywhere in 5 years. But right now, we haven’t produced a final product yet, we are not going to license out the technology, and are going to work on a niche area first so we aren’t recognized right away. Which brings me to our first line of products, our niche areas… apparel and intimate devices.” Mary ended with a grin on her face as she leaned back and let Heather adsorb the information.

Heather looked over at Amy and it started to click.

“So Amy is wearing the product right now, and if she wanted too, she could change the length of it, the color, even the cutouts right?” Heather asked as she began to see the possibilities for the clothing world alone.

“Intimate devices? … You mean sex toys?” Heather asked in a gasp as she began to realize the other half of the market that she was now supposed to create marketing for.

Amy pushed herself off the wall and walked out of the room, looking over her shoulder as she left “I call them fuck sticks Sugar, and you’ll see soon enough!” She laughed as she passed through the doorway.

Mary gave Heather a pained smile as she told her, “Well… Amy is technically correct, but we türkçe bahis call them everything they are traditionally called, vibrators and dildos, and whatever. But that is where you come in as well, you’ll be working with myself and Amy to market these to various groups. I’ve been hired to find what appeals to your middle class soccer mom, Amy,… well she knows really well how the BDSM, deviants, and porn stars are going to enjoy this. You will be helping us target the college girls. You are going to have complete control over that portion of the marketing campaign while helping us in our areas. Will that work for you?”

Heather thought about it for a few moments. She didn’t really want BDSM clothes and sex toys to appear at the top of her resume, but if they were right about the material and the possibilities, the stock options alone she could probably retire on in a few years.

“Why don’t you show me my desk?” Heather grinned, holding back her hesitation so it didn’t endanger her first real job.

As they walked Heather back to her desk, she couldn’t help but admire the smooth lines and clear look of everything in the office. The desks were open, the office had no walls between people except for a few that the executives worked in and everyone had a smile on their face. All the girls dressed very professionally in various of nice dresses and blouses paired with skirts. Amy appeared to be the only one actually wearing the product, and Heather breathed a sigh of relief, the thought of wearing a latex dress caused her hear to flutter a bit in uneasiness at showing off in such a tight dress.

“Here is your desk Heather.” Sasha waved her hand in the direction of a clear desk and chair conjoined with three other desks in a spiral.

“We find the desk layout promotes collaboration and productivity, something that you all will defiantly need. The fourth desk in your group belongs to a designer. We spread the designers out among the various groups so they can work with a variety of inspirations and tailor their creations. The engineers are in another building, but those science boys just work on improving the plastics and their capabilities, they don’t care much for designing the actual products.” Sasha gleaned over a few more details of the job before handing her over to Mary.

“When you sign in every day, you just need to lay your hand on the desk, the sensors we have built into the desk will read not only your unique hand print, but also pulse, blood type and general health. It’s one of the capabilities of this product, all without any visible pad or device!”

Heather tried it out, laying her hand on the pad itself, the desk light up along the edges, though there was no known bulbs, and displayed information on the desk. Pulse, 75, Blood Type, AB, BP, 120/85. It read her name and the time right afterward, with a spinning head shot of her as she had entered the building, Heather C. Hadilon, 9:21am.

“There you are checked in for work now Heather!” Mary patted her on the back and walked around the desk, pressing her own hand to the surface of her own desk, causing the same lights to appear, but Heather was unable to read any text that came up.

Amy strutted over as Mary sat down, sneering at Heather as she stood at her own desk right in front of Heather. “What fun is this job if you don’t use this product in interesting ways? This isn’t some sanitized sci-fi show bullshit here, reading palm crap. I like to check in a different way. With this, Amy pressed some buttons on her phone and turned her back to Heather güvenilir bahis siteleri as a slightly flowing liquid sound could be heard as Amy’s dress shrank.

Heather couldn’t help but watch as the tight latex dress moved, sticking to Amy’s legs, but moving up away from ass, revealing the same porcelain skin that you could see everywhere else on Amy. The dress now created an arching bridge from one hip to another, leaving Amy’s ass exposed for Heather to see. Amy turned back around with a wiry grin on her face, doing nothing to hide the red bit of hair above her smooth pussy shaped into a lighting bold.

Amy looked down at her phone, chuckling in that southern accent as she pressed a few more buttons. Now the chair began to reform, from a simple rounded chair, into something that leaned back slightly and elongated.

Heather gasped and covered her mouth as the chair molded into its final form. It was a leaned back chair with stirrups! It wasn’t like her gyno’s chair, this one would still allow the person to sit up and work at their desk, but the stirrups were formed to hold the persons legs slightly apart, and it was what was in between the stirrups that caused her to gasp. A huge glass cock sat ready for Amy to sit on.

“You know, you can try it if you like.” Amy said mockingly to Heather as she swung her leg over on the chair and sat down the seat, positioning the chairs cock at the entrance to her lightning bolt, porcelain smooth pussy. Amy then closed her eyes and let herself descend the rest of the way into the chair, letter her weight impale herself on the chairs cock.

Heather gasped as it slid into Amy, what she could only estimate as large as any other man she had been with.

Amy kept her eyes closed and began narrating, “His cock is now sliding between my lips,… OhhhHHHH… the head just pushed past… hmmmm thats tight… the smoothness of it sliding… it’s almost indescribably… you reaaaaalllly need to try this.” she crooned.

“Amy, you can knock it off with the slow demonstration, we don’t want you to scare off another employee with your exhibitionism.” Mary curtly shot across their pod of desks.

Amy opened her eyes and with a smile of pure enjoyment, eyed her desk as it lit up, displaying her name, vitals, and a few bits of further information that Amy had customized into her own desk.

“You know Heather, I just don’t figure why I shouldn’t enjoy this job to the fullest. I work at a place that can make customizable and moldable dresses and dicks, my two favorite things in the world. And if i’m to sell these to other people, I need to know how they work. And I enjoy how they work. I keep the designer in our group busy each day.”

Amy tapped a few more buttons on her phone, causing the chair to slowly sit forward and into a position where she could talk to Heather easily and still keeping herself impaled on the chairs cock. Amy grinned again as she leaned forward.

“Let me tell you something, I actually use this chair like this for health purposes. Due to my small stature, my pussy is quite small as well. Have you ever had a guy dump you because he couldn’t fit his cock in your box? I have, a few times in fact, but this chair is stretching me out, letting me become a bit more like everyone else. The cock you saw isn’t big, probably average human size, but it is the biggest i’ve been able to ever fit in, and I just got there last week, after 4 months of training in this chair.” Amy turned her chair around and began to type on her computer. A low hum began in her chair as she turned around to Heather again with a wicked grin, “but the vibrating function certainly helps me concentrate anyways.” She laughed loudly which brought a bit of a glare from Mary.

Heather’s first day to Divine to be continued…

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Livy lay under the sheet on a massage table. She was face down with a small pillow under her head. The room was moderately dark and quite warm. This would be her first time getting a massage from Rich and she was a little nervous. After all, getting a massage from a male therapist always had a little bit of sexual tension that was less likely with a female therapist. But he had been recommended as a good, affordable and well-behaved therapist by two of her friends and she trusted their opinions.

When she met Rich at his studio she had been concerned that the two of them were completely alone. There was no receptionist and the female therapist Rich shared the studio with was nowhere in sight. Rich was a nice looking young man – perhaps a little too nice looking but very polite and not threatening at all. He was clean. He had a short, conservative haircut. His hands were neither large nor small. Medium. She noticed that his nails were short, but professionally cared for. He was wearing sneakers and scrubs. The bottoms were black and the top was white and there was a black web belt around his waist with something hanging from it in a kind of holster. It looked like a pump bottle and Livy guessed that it was massage cream. Rich had an easy way about him, very matter of fact as he spoke softly about things like the benefits of massage for relaxation as well as for physical health. Livy had no health issues, but her job did make her tense, especially across the shoulders and she hoped Rich would be able to help with her somewhat sore shoulder muscles. She told him that.

They had discussed what she should wear for the massage. He pointed out that a bra would make working with her back and shoulders a bit awkward, but he went on to say that he would accommodate her if she was nervous about taking it off. He could work around the straps. He explained that panties too were optional. If not wearing panties made her nervous, that would not be a problem but, again, if she wanted her glutes massaged it would be easier to work them without having to move the seat material around. He also assured her that he had been trained to handle the draping so that she would never be exposed.

Now she lay on the table under a sheet without bra or panties waiting for Rich. There was a soft knock on the door of the massage room.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

The door opened slowly, leaving just enough room for Rich to slip around it into the room. He entered and closed the door behind him. He picked up a small bolster from the table in the corner.

“I’m going to put a bolster under your feet. It will be more comfortable.” Rich folded the under sheet back, so that it would be between Livy’s skin and the bolster. He raised her feet a few inches and slipped it under her ankles, adjusting the sheets afterwards.

Saying “I’ll start with your back,” he folded the top sheet back over her buttocks, exposing Livy’s back. She could hear a squishy sound as Rich pumped a fair amount of massage cream onto his left hand. He rubbed some onto his right hand as well and placed his hands slowly and gently onto Livy’s upper back. Livy could feel the warmth of his hands and was a little surprised that he managed to initiate contact without jarring her. It just felt natural, his warm hands settling into her back slowly without moving. She relaxed into the table and let go of her breath, which she had been holding without being aware of the fact.

Rich slowly moved his hands to the shoulders, covering each shoulder with one hand and then moved down to the small of the back, never losing contact with Livy’s skin. From there he slowly moved up the center of the back on either side of the spine, flared to the sides at shoulder level and moved down the sides to the small of the back, where he had started. He performed this maneuver several times, always slowly.

“I am going to massage you with about this much pressure. If you would like a lighter or a heavier massage you need to tell me that. You can ask for more or less pressure at any time and, of course, you must tell me immediately if you feel discomfort or pain. Do you understand?” He added the last question because he knew that Livy, like all massage clients, had already begun to relax and lose that sharp focus we have when we are having a conversation. That’s why he never held conversations with clients unless they forced him to by talking. He would respond politely, but he did not encourage further talk. A massage is a physical event, not a verbal one, or that’s what Rich believed anyway.

Rich continued the long circular strokes a little longer. Then he began to work his way around Livy’s back with a stroke pattern that kneaded the superficial skin and muscle of the back. The purpose was to increase blood flow and, as a result, to strip excess fluid from the skin, fat and muscle cells. Muscular tension almost always involved an accumulation of some amount of excess fluid.

Rich moved to the left shoulder area, tracing the margins of the complex skeletal structures of the upper back and the shoulder canlı bahis şirketleri joint. He carefully worked all the muscles of the area, ending with the four muscles that tie together the shoulder capsule. As he worked, he found occasional areas of tension and little knots in the muscles and he carefully worked each one until it disappeared. After the shoulder he massaged the shoulder cap – the deltoid – and then worked down the arm. He moved the complicated bones of the wrist around gently to free any restrictions and addressed the left hand.

Rich loved to massage hands. He was fascinated by the complex design of the joints in the hand and he was very aware of the extreme sensitivity of the hand. He used his thumbs to work the padded area of the palm as well as the suggestive structures where the fingers joined the hand at their roots. To him they were each a small replica of the crotch area and, as he rubbed that fleshy web he could not help wondering whether there was any reaction to his attentions in “other” areas of the body. After all, he thought to himself, they say “as above, so below.”

When he had completed both hands Rich moved to the area of the left leg.

“Do you want me to massage the gluteal area?”, he asked.

Livy, floating off in a relaxed sea of sensual stimulation and warmth, made a supreme effort and was able to murmur “Ok.”

Rich pinned the sheet to the table with his left hand and raised the lower part of the sheet slightly. He moved it to the area between Livy’s legs so that the edge of sheet followed the line of her butt crack. Pulling down toward the table slightly, he managed to slide the sheet into the crack.

Rich now began the massage of the left leg. Making use of the expanse of leg from the ankle to the hip he began with one of his long strokes. The left hand traveled up the leg to the hip, flared out and came down the outside of the leg. At the same time the right hand ran up the leg to the inner side of the left buttock, flared out and came down, avoiding the butt crack by a good inch or so until it dropped onto the inner thigh in parallel with the left hand. The hands came down to the ankle, turned and went back for the next stroke. After the long strokes, Rich began kneading, first the calf, then moving to the back of the thigh and finally to the buttock itself. The gluteal area was easy. Rich could feel that Livy was appreciatively absorbing his massage. She did not tense up when he kneaded the butt cheek and Rich thought that her legs were spread wider than they had been when he started the butt area. Rich knew that, even though Livy was enjoying the butt massage, when it came to the lower portion of the butt – the ischium – he had to be careful. Any movement toward the anus or the crotch area would be felt as very invasive and he wanted to avoid that at all costs.

Rich had been doing massage for years. He knew very well that occasionally a client would ask him to “make sure to massage the ischium”. He knew what that meant. It was a license to massage in a way that would be sexually stimulating without the client saying so. A client who asked for the ischium wanted to be stimulated without anyone knowing and without the dalliance going any further. He was afraid that Livy would not appreciate such overt stimulation, so he worked the lower butt very circumspectly.

All this “being good” didn’t keep him from his favorite game, to see how much he could get going without tipping his hand. After he had finished the right leg he recovered the buttock, but uncovered the back again, this time to a couple of inches below the waist, revealing the sacrum, the end of the spine. He massaged the lower back and the very upper butt for a while. This is an area that addresses low back pain and nearly everyone appreciates any attention here. Then he began massaging the sacrum itself. It is an inverted triangle of bone that has a parallel series of depressions that cover the holes for the spinal nerves to pass through to the pelvic area. Everything in the pelvic area was fed by these nerves and returned sensation along them. The incoming nerves could be stimulated to excite the various pelvic areas. Carefully, he massaged the uppermost depression, S1, on both sides. He did not expect any reaction from S1 massage. He moved down one depression to S2, again not expecting any serious response. Ah, but S3, the next depression down, fed directly into the deep dorsal nerve of the clitoris and, when he touched it he heard Livy make a sharp intake of breath. He immediately moved away from the area and abandoned any more messing with the sacral nerves.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked innocently.

“Huh!? Oh, no. I’m all right. You touched something that felt like hitting my funny bone. Is it time to turn over yet?”

“Almost. I want to do some long strokes to balance and smooth out everything.”

Rich covered Livy’s back and, on top of the sheet, he did a few long strokes from the feet to the neck.

“Ok. Now we are ready to turn over. Let me tell you how we are going to do it. I canlı kaçak iddaa will reach across you and raise the opposite side of the sheet just a couple of inches. Meanwhile I will pin the sheet to the table next to me. You will be able to turn on your back by rolling your left shoulder and hip toward me. That way you will be completely covered at all times. Got it?”

“I think so. My left shoulder and hip roll toward you.”

“Right.”

Rich reached under the bottom sheet by Livy’s ankles and removed the bolster. He pinned the sheet with his thighs and reached across to raise the sheet a little.

“Ok, roll.”

At which Livy rolled her right shoulder and hip away from Rich. In the process she tangled the sheet up in such a way that her breasts and her genital area were completely exposed.

“Oh dear, I did it backwards!”

Rich turned toward the wall. “It’s ok. My fault. I am facing the wall and you can do whatever you need to do to get yourself on your back and completely covered by the sheet. I’m so sorry.”

“No, no. It was really my fault. Sometimes I get my right and my left mixed up. There. I’m covered now. You can turn around.”

Rich was genuinely surprised. Livy’s explanation was very thin. He didn’t believe it. As improbable is it might sound, he strongly suspected that Livy had just flashed him intentionally. He wondered what her game was. He had some regular clients who had eventually revealed a desire to receive extra services from him, but never a first time client. He was carefully building toward that kind of relationship in the future by his cautious “accidental” stimulation. After all, those extra services were worth very large tips and he had no compunction about providing those services. But this was unthinkable for a first time client. He began to worry that Livy was a policewoman trying to bust him for prostitution. He resolved to be very careful and very straight for the rest of the massage.

He lifted the bottom sheet from the side and said, “Raise your knees a little and I will slip the bolster in under them. It will take any stress off your back that might be caused by lying on it.” Livy complied and Rich placed the bolster under the bottom sheet.

Rich uncovered Livy’s left leg, stopping about four inches below the crotch and began long strokes up the front of the leg. After the second stroke Livy said, “You know, you have already seen as much of me as there is to see. If you got the sheet out of the way you could extend that stroke much higher. I wouldn’t mind. In fact, I wish you would.”

“Livy, I don’t provide sexual services to my clients.”

“Of course not. I didn’t think you did. I just thought it would be easier for you and the massage would be more complete.” And, with that, she threw the sheet on the floor and lay on the table face up and totally nude.

Wondering about Livy’s use of the word “complete”, Rich went to the foot of the table and, with one hand on each leg, he did a long stroke to within an inch of her crotch, flared his hands out and came back down the sides of the legs. He repeated the stroke.

“See, isn’t that easier?”, Livy asked innocently.

“Yes, Livy”, he said, “and it’s not hard on the eyes either. You have a beautiful body.”

“Thank you, Rich. I’m sure you have a lot of experience with bodies. I’m flattered.”

“Livy, you need to be very explicit if you want extra services. I won’t risk my license on the chance that you are from the police. I will not offer you any specific extra services and I will not tell you how much to tip.”

“The police? You think I could be from the police?”

“I have no way of knowing, to be honest.”

“Well, try this. Slide a finger into my pussy and see how wet this policeman is!”

“I don’t need to do that, Livy. I believe you.”

“Well, why don’t you do it anyway?”

Rich’s head was swimming. Up to this point he was playing the same game he had played for years. Suddenly, he had lost control. He was completely turned on by this unexpected behavior. He hesitated, not knowing quite what to do.

“Are you rejecting me?”

“If you think so, put a hand on my crotch. I am totally turned on.”

“Well, then, why don’t you pick up the massage where you left off? I’ll settle for a nice professional hand job.”

Rich doesn’t say anything. He places one hand on each of Livy’s thighs and begins making circles on the tissue, right hand clockwise and left hand counter-clockwise. Slowly, the size of the circles increases until, after a while, Livy’s outer lips begin to open and close as he makes his circles. Soon he can see into the space between the lips and he can see that the tissue lining the lips as well as the deeper tissues of Livy’s pussy were red, bright red.

Rich put some massage cream on his right index finger. He placed his left hand crosswise on Livy’s hairy bush as he touched the area just forward of her anus gently. Pressing down rhythmically with his left hand he began to make small circles on her taint with his right index finger. canlı kaçak bahis Livy had begun to moan softly.

“You need to be careful about sounds, Livy. Sometimes my partner has a massage scheduled in the other room and I never really know when she might be here.”

“I’ll try, Rich. What you are doing feels so good. I’ve had to take care of myself for the past three weeks, since my husband and I broke up. My touch is really boring compared to yours.”

“That’s nice of you to say, Livy. Let’s see if I can’t make this trip worth the three week wait.”

His index finger was completely covered with Livy’s pussy juices, leaking from between her lips down onto his hand and her anus. He gathered up as much of it as he could, rolling his finger around her taint and finally let it slide past the fourchette into the area between the small lips. If he had thought the area of the taint was wet, he now found something a whole lot wetter. He could see the white, creamy globs of lubrication running down onto his hand. Now he and Livy were both breathing hard and he pressed his throbbing erection against the side of the table. He knew that he had to maintain control of himself in order to keep control of the situation. He was not going to fuck this woman. She had asked for a hand job and that was what she was going to get. From the look of things, she was going to be damn glad to have gotten it.

Finally, Rich put his index and middle fingers together and let them slide into the hot pool of lubrication in Livy’s vagina.

“Oh, God!”

“Are you ok?”

“Oh, yes. Yes, yes, yes, yes yes. More. Finger fuck me more!”

“Shhh. Try to keep the sound down. I’ll finger fuck you silly. Just keep the sound down.”

Rich knew his pussy anatomy. He slowly slid his two fingers in and out of Livy’s vagina, all the while kneading her hairy mound. The kneading had gotten somewhat less gentle, but he heard no complaints. He felt the front wall of the vagina as he rubbed it and he could feel the erect tissue over the G spot, just inside her pussy sphincter, which gripped his fingers tightly. His thumb slid down between the small lips and began to alternately massage the erect tissue on either side of the lips. Livy began rocking her pelvis and Rich allowed his thumb to ride up and down the soaked slit. She was fucking his hand and he picked up on her body rhythms and moved his hands in time. It was a dance. The ultimate dance of life. And it was thrilling to him to dance it with Livy. It was thrilling to be a part of her ecstasy, thrilling to feel her wild pursuit of an orgasm.

Slowly, he allowed his thumb to ride up to her pee hole, which she now crushed into Rich’s thumb. She bucked and thrusted. Rich knew she was trying to get his thumb up to her clitoris but he was not done teasing her. The thumb slid outside of the inner lips and along the right side of the shaft of the clitoris, up and over the crus at the top and down the left side of the shaft. A dozen times, he circled her clitoris but did not allow his thumb to settle on the head. He could see that the clitoral hood was completely retracted and he could see the swollen clitoris standing proud, as proud as the biggest erection Rich had every had, and he decided to give Livy what she wanted. He put his thumb up where her bucking and thrusting clitoris would be able to ride on the pad of his thumb. It was a bit of a stretch because he still had two fingers fucking her vagina but he managed.

Livy was very close to coming. She was breathing very fast and she was no longer able to keep from moaning. Her clitoris went up and down the pad of his thumb faster. Faster and faster. Her thrusting was spasmodic, completely out of control and then…

Livy came. He knew she had come because her pussy grabbed the two fingers he had been fucking her with so tight that he couldn’t move them. He couldn’t move them in and out. He couldn’t wiggle them where they were, deep in her vagina. Livy let go a giant exhale and Rich could feel her pussy spasming on his fingers.

Rich had one last trick up his sleeve. While Livy was coming he let his left thumb slide down and press on her clitoris and he put his right index finger as far up her ass as he could reach. Livy had no idea she was going to come again. It took her totally by surprise. It took her so much by surprise that she was completely unaware that his finger was up her ass. But come again she did. She had totally lost control of the sounds she was making and Rich mentally crossed himself, hoping they were alone in the office. Rich was a pro. He mirrored her movements precisely in this ultimate dance. When her pelvis thrusted forward he slid his right thumb into her vagina. Now he was holding and kneading the wall between his thumb and the index finger in her ass. He kept firm, steady pressure on her clitoris with his other thumb.

Livy collapsed on the massage table as if she were in a coma and Rich gently took his hands away from her body. She reached up to him and he bent over the table and enfolded her in his arms. She had a sudden need to feel safe. The orgasms had been much stronger than she expected and she also became aware that she had been invaded rectally. She was now in serious need of reassurance. Fortunately, Rich understood all this and cradled her protectively.

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“Priapism is a potentially painful medical condition, in which the erect penis or clitoris does not return to its flaccid state, despite the absence of both physical and psychological stimulation, within four hours.”

Setting the rules: Sean

A few months into the marriage I went to visit my daughter Samantha and her new husband, Sean. All was going very well in their marriage but a mother-in-law always needs to stop by and get a first-hand impression. They loved each other, both were quite successful, and of course, they spent a great deal of time together enjoying common interests.

One evening after dinner — and here it’s my fault — a little too much red wine Sean approached me as we were doing the dishes in the kitchen. With that silly smile of a male who’s had a bit too much to drink and not enough sex that day, he asked, “So, Diane. Any chance of another massage anytime soon?”

I spun around, looked at my son-in-law square in the eyes, and slapped his face as hard as I could. Standing a good two inches taller than his six feet, I glared into his eyes and told him in no uncertain terms, “You are a married man now. If I ever want to do it, I will order you. Otherwise, keep your thoughts to yourself and your prick for my daughter. Is that clear?”

Reproached males have a dejected look, but Sean’s was that of sheer terror. He rushed out of the kitchen and ran into their bedroom. Samantha looked quizzical and then apologized for her husband, “Sean’s had a bit too much wine and he needs to get up early tomorrow to fly on a business trip.”

All night I felt terrible about the whole scene. Yes, maybe I had been to harsh on Sean, but then again a mother-in-law must set the rules of sexuality in the house. On the other hand, milking Sean’s prostate had been a first for me, and having a man lose his anal virginity in my hands had been a momentous experience for me. It was almost dawn when I made up my mind: I was going to “make nice” with my son-in-law. Tiptoeing out of my room I went downstairs where Sean had left his suitcase by the door. Like a thief in the night, I opened it and right on top I placed the panties I had been wearing. Just like that: smack on top, still smelly from me. And with that, I went to sleep feeling a lot happier.

Sean came back two nights later. Apparently his trip had been excellent and the deal he closed was enormous. Samantha and I were happy and we shared a nice meal together. After dinner I went for a walk with their huge dog. When I came back and went to my room to change for the night, I saw that Sean had already been there. Under my nightgown he had placed the panties I had given him. Only now they had been hand-washed in a scented soap. There was a little piece of paper with a simple line, “Thank you.”

I knew one of the reasons for his success was his secret cross-dressing in my panties

I knew we had made peace.

I knew he wanted me.

I knew I wanted him.

And I knew I had set the rule: it would be on my terms only.

I flew back home the following afternoon. There was a lot to plan and it had to be done so carefully now!

Setting the rules: Lisa

Lisa had been dating my son while they were in college. Things cooled off a bit when he went on some super secret armed forces special unit who knows where. She remained loyal to him and now that he was back, they got married a few weeks after Samantha and Sean.

The thing with Lisa is that she is ultra-shy and incredibly insecure. If my husband is to have a happy marriage and a successful life, I really need to get Lisa to wake up. Lisa is petite, standing at 5ft 2in, weighing a mere 110lb. She has small 32B breasts, and long blond highlighted hair. She is very fit, having been a gymnast for many years while in college here in Tennessee, and still keeping physically very active.

A few weeks after my visit to Samantha and Sean, I flew off to spend a week with Johnny and Lisa. All seemed very harmonious with them. But there was something I saw in Lisa, something I had not detected before. It was a change in her expression. She looked different. She acted different. There was no other way I could describe it when I called my husband to report. Lisa was a cute little nymph!

She avoided all talk about sex with me, blushing and running off to do something or other around the house. With Johnny it was next to impossible to get any information of any kind. But I knew like only a mother-in-law can know that Lisa’s sex life was a bit different than I would have guessed when they first met. And I was determined to find out.

It happened by sheer accident. One morning while they were both at work and my laptop battery died I ventured into the study and picked up her laptop. The history bar showed that the cute little nymph Lisa had been spending hours, days, and weeks reading erotica!

That was all I needed. That afternoon when Lisa came home, I confronted her. She started to cry and said Johnny seemed to have illegal bahis lost sexual interest in her. And just now her own desires were starting to awaken. Sob, sob, sob.

My arousal was getting more intense with every sob of hers. I held her close to me, a lot closer than a mother-in-law normally would, and told her that I was going to let her into the secrets women in our family passed on from generation to generation to keep our husbands interested, in line, and at home.

But she would have to do what I said.

She balked. All I had to do was to look down twelve inches, stare into her eyes, and whisper, “I set the rules in this family.”

She understood exactly what I meant.

Good. Now I had both Sean and Lisa all to myself!

Sean and Lisa look at each other

The entire family came over to our house for a three-day weekend. My husband offered to take the two siblings, Johnny and Samantha, to visit his aging mother. Asking if we all wanted to go, I nicely pointed out that Sean and Lisa really had nothing to do with Nanna, and besides, too many people would confuse the old lady. My husband agreed. Saturday morning the three of them drove off for the day to see her.

No sooner had they closed the door behind them and driven off, that I turned to Sean and Lisa, standing next to me in the foyer. “Take off your clothes. Now.” I told Sean in a calm, cool voice.

“Here, Mommy Diane?” he asked.

My icy stare was enough for him to understand that yes, it was here. And now.

He obeyed. His tall, slim body was a beauty to behold! The three, deep scars on his back gave him an added look of strength. I motioned him to turn around this way and that and he complied. His seven-inch uncut cock throbbing nicely in thin air made him look even more handsome than I remembered.

Lisa too was staring. I turned to her very sweetly, “Sean is quite nice, don’t you think?”

Lisa stammered, “It’s just that I’ve never seen another man except Johnny.”

I really was not expecting this at all! Lisa had only been with Johnny! No wonder she needed a lot of coaching and training and practice if she was going to have a happy marriage!

Just as sweetly I asked her, “You too take off your clothes, Lisa.”

She stammered again, “It’s that… it’s that… it’s that… Mommy Diane, it’s that…”

I was losing it with her, “Lisa, it’s that WHAT?”

“Mommy Diane, it’s that Johnny is the only person that’s even seen me without clothes.”

“Listen and listen carefully, Lisa. Either you take off ALL your clothes NOW, or else it’s going to be a lot more people other than Sean and I that are going to see you stark naked today. Like all the bikers at the bar downtown.”

Lisa turned away from us. Trembling and quivering, she took of her blouse. Ever so meticulous, she folded it nicely and placed it on the floor very neatly. She wiggled out of her jeans. Same neatness in folding and putting down. Cotton panties with Snoopy on them. Cute but let’s grow up, I was thinking to myself. Still with her back to us, her trembling hands were fumbling nervously with her bra snaps. And when she finally managed to get it un-snapped she seemed unsure what to do with it. I was losing my patience. Sean seemed frozen in time and space staring at her lily-white, petite body.

She looked over her shoulder to me. I nodded. She and I knew what the question was. Her entire body was shaking like a leaf. Her legs were wobbly. She acted as if she had never taken off her panties before, first one trembling leg, then the other, a bit too careful not to lean over, doing everything possible to delay the inevitable.

Finally!

“Turn around, Lisa.”

Her right arm covered her meager breasts. Her left hand covered her pube. She turned slowly, eyes wide open like a fawn’s at dawn.

Sean was staring at her like the idiot males always are at this moment in time. I walked over to Lisa, stood behind her, and slapped her ass with an open palm, slapped her as hard and as a fully as I could slap her derrière. “Hands at your side, Lisa.”

“Yes, Mommy Diane.” She had tears in her eyes. And now both Sean and Lisa knew that I meant what I said. And that any infraction of my wishes would be met with a vicious slap. Sean’s face and Lisa’s derrière had been the first for each. The first of many more to come and they both knew it.

I let them both stand face to face, both with their hands at their sides, each looking and staring at the other. Sean’s eyes raced up and down Lisa’s petite figure, taking in her soft skin, her slender neck, her small breasts, her nipples darkening and perking up, her flat tummy and beyond as far as he could see. Lisa too was admiring Sean, mostly watching his cock. I could almost feel her pretty face bobbing up and down with every throb. I was giving them time and space to learn each other really well!

The anal discovery

I let them stand there while I went upstairs, fetched the bottle of baby oil, illegal bahis siteleri and brought it back down to put under running hot water in the kitchen. I took my time, calling Joel to make sure they were well on their way, that the road was free of snow, that they were looking forward to seeing Nanna, blah blah blah just to make sure I had the entire day to myself.

When I came out of the kitchen and asked Sean and Lisa to the living room, I had the baby oil bottle with me, wrapped in a towel to keep it warm. Sean saw it and a smile came across his face. Lisa did not see the smile: her eyes were elsewhere. All she saw was a strong throb and a droplet of golden pre-cum ooze out.

“Lisa, sit down next to me. Sean, masturbate.”

“Mommy Diane, how do you want me to…”

“Sean, don’t start on me. Pull back your foreskin. All the way. More, A bit more. Good, now hold it back with that hand. Use the other hand to pour baby oil on your cock. And let Lisa and I see you stroke it. I want to see long, slow, complete strokes, up and down, slide over, up and down, slide back, up and down.”

“Yes, Mommy Diane.”

Lisa’s eyes were popping out. I had Sean step closer and turn this way and that to give Lisa a more complete view of Sean’s masturbation. I was staring at Lisa. But she was lost in her concentration. She was squirming on the seat, crossing and uncrossing her thighs, not quite knowing what to do with her posture.

I saw that Sean’s pee hole was dilating a bit too close to the brink of a premature ejaculation. I made him stop. Turning to Lisa, I asked her point-blank, “Lisa darling, now it’s your turn. Show and tell. Do you want to show or tell?”

She panicked, “Mommy Diane, may I please tell?”

I laughed, “Of course, darling, you will tell. Later you will have to show, too. Understood?”

She nodded. Bravely she stood up and walked in front of me. I asked Sean to l sit next to me. She inhaled, swallowed deeply, and got the courage to ask, “Mommy Diane, what shall I tell?”

“Lisa darling, what’s the kinkiest, strangest thing Johnny makes you do?”

Again, she panicked. Her body was shaking and trembling. She fidgeted and fought her self-control. She was desperately buying time. She wanted the world to come to an end. She wanted to leave to another universe. Finally, she blurted it out.

“Mommy Diane, Johnny makes me wear a plaid skirt and an embroidered blouse. He says I was a naughty schoolgirl and that I have to take of my knickers. He makes me bend over the table and he spanks me with the ruler. Then he…”

She was sobbing. “Then he what, Lisa?”

“Mommy Diane, then he takes me from there.”

Sean was practically drooling pre-cum all over the place. He looked at me and I smiled back.

I had to ask her, “Lisa, Johnny fucks you up your ass while you’re dressed like a schoolgirl in a plaid skirt and embroidered blouse?”

“Yes, Mommy Diane,” her eyes lowered.

“Lisa, look at me and say it loud and clear so Sean and I can hear you.”

“Mommy Diane and Sean, Johnny f-f-f-f-f-f-fucks me up my a-a-a-a-a-a-ass.”

“That’s better, Lisa. And do you like it?’

“Yes, Mommy Diane,” her eyes lowered.

Amazing discovery!

The cute little nymph was into anal sex!

And Sean was into prostate massages!

The day was taking a totally different turn than I had planned!

What a fortuitous discovery this had been!

Breaking in and training — both Sean and Lisa

My mind was racing: there were so many interesting opportunities. With both Sean and Lisa into anal sex, I could have countless hours of endless enjoyment. But I knew I had to calm down and proceed slowly and deliberately. I had to be strategic and plan things perfectly. If all went well, this could be the first of many, many more anal sessions. I decided to go for the cute little nymph first. Ordering her to lie down in the living room floor, I told Sean to bring over two chairs. Lisa put her legs up on the chairs and Sean spread the chairs so that Lisa ended up with her knees wide apart and her legs up high.

Motioning Sean to come closer, I told Lisa so spread her labia. Sean was staring intently as she opened herself up. At first Lisa was shaking and very insecure about it. This made it all the more exciting for me.

Once she had spread her labia very far apart, as far as they would go, I ordered Lisa to unhood her clit. She was very uncertain what I meant, so I repeated it, this time in a softer, icier voice. Gently she started to pull back the protective hood. It was very uncomfortable for her, I could already see how sensitive Lisa really is. After some time and quite a bit of whining and struggling, she finally managed to pull the hood back all the way.

Leaning over to get a closer look, I was surprised to see that for such a petite woman, how fully formed and well developed her clit was! I instructed Sean never to touch a woman’s clit until she is screaming to be canlı bahis siteleri relieved of her repressed orgasmic agony. Woman have infinite erogenous zones: use and abuse all of them before attacking our clits.

With Lisa thus spread apart on the floor, I told Sean to kneel next to her pretty face. While Lisa stared in amazement, I told Sean to pull back his foreskin all the way. This time I told Lisa to hold off touching the glans until the very end — if at all. Men will do anything in the world just to have that last inch touch. Leave it alone until you got what you wanted — anything you wanted!

It was time to get started. Lisa was wetting profusely; Sean was dripping incessantly. I took them upstairs to my bedroom. Again I started with Lisa. Ordering the cute little nymph to kneel by the bed and place her torso on the bed, head on a pillow, I made her spread her knees wide apart. Telling Sean to pour warm baby oil on her ass, I taught him how to tease and taunt a woman’s derrière. Warm baby oil dripping down her crack, Lisa moaned and purred. Granted, Johnny fucked her ass regularly so she was not the anal virgin I would have preferred — but today she would learn interesting variations.

Sean looked at me and I nodded. His finger pressed against her ass. Lisa was moaning. Quite simply, I told Sean to push it in. All the way in. No teasing, no foreplay, no preparation. Just go in.

And I taught him a lesson he will use the rest of his life. Just as he is about to thrust into her ass, slap her derrière. Just once. Really hard. Invariably, the woman will be caught so totally off-guard she will have no control over her sphincter and will open right up. Sean smiled and continued to caress and tease her lovely derrière. When neither Lisa nor I were expecting it, Sean slapped her derrière and his finger went all the way in!

The look of surprise on Lisa’s face was priceless!

I taught Sean how to slide his finger all the way into her ass and almost all the way out. Never go all the way out. Women have very sensitive nerve endings around our anal areas and can feel everything. Leaving even just the tip of his finger in her ass keeps those raw nerves stimulated.

Lisa was moaning and purring like a kitten. She was trying to move her hips to one side or to the other. Sean quickly learned to have his finger follow her hips as they swayed from side to side. Let Lisa feel that no matter where she goes, his finger remains up her ass! Lisa tried to move her ass back, seeking deeper penetration. Again, Sean learned from me to keep his finger as deep or shallow as it was and just follow her ass. He has to set the depth of penetration, not she!

More baby oil, lots of it actually, and Sean learned how to use TWO fingers up her ass. It’s not just a question of more-is-better but a question of TWO fingers moving independently up her ass, giving Lisa totally new and unexplained sensations. Open the finger wide apart inside, move them side to side, feel her anal muscles struggle and tense up and relax.

Sean asked me, “Mommy Diane, should I touch her clit?”

I laughed. That’s all men think of! Here was Lisa moaning and purring like a kitten, ready to go on for hours with such intense stimulation: make her ride the wave!

But as a woman I could sense that soon Lisa might lose interest. Gently and patiently I taught Sean how to use his other hand. Again, extremely careful to avoid her clit, I showed him how to slip two fingers into her pussy and touch those up her ass. Sean seemed to struggle with this. I tried it.

Lisa’s pussy was even tighter than her ass! I had never seen a woman like that before, with a pussy far tighter than her ass. Must be all the gymnastics she did.

I asked her if she did her Kegel exercises on a regular basis. In the midst of her anal purring her moaned, “Yes, Mommy Diane, every morning and every night.”

So there it was! The cute little nymph that so much enjoyed anal sex had a pussy so muscular and so tight she could actually control a man! More about this would come later!

I taught Sean how — still keeping TWO fingers highly active and deep up her ass — how to reach into her pussy… there were two things I wanted him to find: the tiny urethral duct and her G-spot… all men think that fingering a woman deep up my pussy feels good… well, Sean learned right then and there just how sensitive the first two or three inches are… after that, we really cannot feel much difference…

By keeping his pressure on her tiny duct, he could keep her from bursting… but it had to be done just perfectly… and Sean was learning just by learning from me how to “read” Lisa’s body language as she moaned and squirmed and gasped…

And Sean also learned right then how and where to find Lisa’s G-spot… after that, it was almost straight downhill! He learned from me how to use his two fingertips to gently press down on that spongy mass of tissue… press and release, press and release, press and release…

Lisa had lost complete control. She had lost her dignity. She was desperate. Amid the throes of her passion, I softly whispered in her ear, “Lisa, you are an anal whore. You are an anal slut. You are an anal bitch. Say it. Load”

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I had just received a new book of erotic stories, and could not wait to read them. I sat – well, sprawled – in a chair and leaned back, opening the book to the first story. I read each story carefully, not wanting to miss anything, and looking for ideas to use in the stories that I write, and yes, of course, I got aroused at the explicit descriptions of each sexual act. I, well, I can’t say that I was ignoring my own arousal, but I did put off doing anything about it as long as I could. When I finally felt that I must do something, I started by lightly caressing my nipples through my clothing, with only one hand so that I could continue reading. Once, I pinched myself, wincing at the pain, knowing that it would hurt both less and more if it were you pinching. I suppose that I could explain that, but… I won’t. I shifted a bit in my seat as I felt myself growing wet. It always happens when I read erotic stories; I imagine myself in them, I get wet, I masturbate…

Are you wondering what I was wearing? It was just a short-sleeved night shirt that fell to the middle of my thigh. The thin cotton wasn’t much of a barrier as I caressed my breasts. My breath grew short reading these stories and my hand wandered a bit, sliding across my stomach and over my thighs. I shifted again, sprawling across the chair, one leg up over the arm, and lightly touched my inner thigh. I was making myself shiver, carefully güvenilir bahis not touching the already wet flesh between my legs. I kept thinking about how much more I’d like it if you were touching me – not that I don’t like touching myself; I just prefer to be given pleasure, led to it. And you do it so well…

Sorry, i got distracted for a minute, thinking again about your touch…

Now, where was I…Oh yes, my fingers lightly brushing along my bare thighs, pushing my night shirt up toward my waist. My nipples were still hard, and tingling everytime I turned the page…Well, you try to turn a page with only one hand, see how it works….Of course the book was brushing against them. I finished another story and felt a tiny clench inside, and my fingers brushed against my outer lips. I had not noticed them sneaking up my thigh to slip through my moisture. Yes, I was just a bit absorbed in the story.

I brought my fingers to my mouth and tasted myself, humming softly as I moved on to the next story. I decided I had waited enough; my next touch was directly in my lower lips. I slipped inside to lubricate my fingers some and spread the moisture more. It is so much nicer when I am dripping wet; so much easier for me to cum when I can feel every fold through a slick coating of my juices. Not say it isn’t nice to do the same with your cum – but I must work with what I have, and türkçe bahis you are not here.

My fingers slid around easily to find my clit and brush across it. I lost track of the words I was reading as my eyes drifted closed and I pinched my lips together, pressing them against my clit. I set my book aside, no longer needing it, my mind now filled with the new ideas I’ve picked up that I’d love to try with you. I imagine you gently, but firmly, pushing me up against the wall, lifting me just enough so that you may enter me without needing to bend, your weight leaning against me and holding me up as you press your cock into me; and as I’m picturing this, I slide two fingers inside, slowly penetrating. I’m whimpering softly because I’d rather feel the thickness of you – my slim fingers just don’t compare. I’m teasing myself again; I know that without another’s touch, penetration will just add to me arousal and not sate it.

My fantasy continues with you then turning more forceful, pulling me around almost violently toward a chair in which you sit. You’d pull me down to sit on you lap, facing away from you, my legs spread across yours to allow for your ease of entry. I’d look up to see a mirror right before me, showing me the flush that has spread across my face and breasts, the dripping juices that leaked out around your cock.

In reality, I’m pressing harder on my clit, rubbing it frantically güvenilir bahis siteleri in my desire to cum. In my fantasy, I’d lean my head back to your shoulder and close my eyes, not wishing to watch as you demanded that I fall apart for you. And you’d force me reopen them, ordering me to watch as you thrust into me from behind and used your own fingers to tease and pinch my clit. I used my own as I would have wanted you to were you there, rubbing, pinching, twisting, lightly brushing across my wet flesh, whimpering. My hips began to jerk up to meet the strokes of my fingers. Because you were absent, I could close my eyes, not see the room I was in that almost anyone might walk into. The thought of being caught almost stopped me, almost brought me down, almost.

With my eyes closed, I was no longer in this semi-public room, no longer alone…My fingers moved across my clit faster, using more pressure as I imagined watching your hands moving upon me while your cock was so deeply inside me. I was whimpering and moaning softly as I sought my release…My hips moving so much more than you would allow in my fantasy as I began to cum…my soft cries as my orgasm filled me were barely audible, even to me. I slumped into a dazed lassitude as it faded, and brought my fingers up to taste myself yet again. I love the way I taste; not as much as the way you taste – but you weren’t there to taste. I licked my fingers clean, then pulled my nightshirt back down to decently cover me. I set aside the book I had been reading to finish later. Perhaps I’d read some more when I went to bed…

Should I have waited? Did you wish to watch?

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