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The airport passenger lounge was beautifully decked out for the season. Garland glittered where it was tacked to the pony walls, Christmas trees stood regally in the corners, and Bing Crosby crooned out ‘White Christmas’ over the speakers. Outside, snowflakes the size of quarters gently fell in a steady drift, giving the view through the huge picture windows a postcard appearance.

Its intended effect, however, was lost on Sherrie. Christmas was not something she was looking forward to, in fact, she was dreading it. Sitting as far away as she could from the rest of the waiting passengers, Sherrie’s thoughts kept going back to the painful events of late.

*

Why did he do this to me? What the hell did I ever do wrong? Last Thursday, she’d come home early from work, to surprise Jim. Sherrie was the one surprised though, when she walked in and found him in a compromising position on the couch with her best friend, Anna. They hadn’t heard her come in, and she had stood there for a while in disbelief, watching and listening. Sherrie had watched while her friend writhed and squealed, her big tits bouncing merrily, as Jim fucked her hard, ramming his swollen dick into her. She’d listened to her husband tell Anna she was the best fuck he’d ever had, bar none. Just as he was about to cum, Jim had looked up and seen her standing there. Sherrie had almost laughed at the way he’d jumped up in shock, his stiff cock deflating and shrinking as though in retreat.

“Well, Merry Fucking Christmas to you too!” Sherrie spat at them. “How could you? My husband, my best friend? I can’t believe this!” Jim and Anna scrambled to get their clothes back on, red with embarrassment, unable to offer any kind of suitable explanation. “How long has this been going on? How long have you two been fucking each other behind my back?” Neither one said a word. “Well, now you fucking scumbags can have each other all the time. Jim, you’ll be hearing from my lawyer!” And with that, Sherrie spun around on her heels and left. There was no way she was going to give them the satisfaction of seeing her cry, of bearing witness to just how devastated she was.

*

That had only been a week ago, and now, here she sat in this goddamned airport, waiting for her flight. As much as Sherrie wanted to leave town for a few days, she wasn’t looking forward to telling her family what had happened. Her parents never had warmed up to Jim; they’d always thought he was a loser. She’d have to endure countless I-told-you-so’s, hours of well meant but unwelcome advice from the family. Still though, Sherrie couldn’t stand the thought of Christmas alone, she needed to be with someone.

Sherrie glanced up at the clock. Fuck! Another half hour before boarding, she thought, as she idly picked a few ding balls from her sweater. Sherrie had to smile a little at what she was wearing. Even though ‘finding another man’ was the last thing on her mind, her sub conscience had taken over while she was getting dressed this morning. She looked like someone who was trolling for a dick, and maybe in a way, she was. Her self-esteem was so low it had to look up to see bottom, a good fuck might cure that.

*

Greg sat in the corner, juggling his laptop and cell phone, making last minute arrangements for his business meeting. One more trip to Toronto, and he’d be done till after the holidays. He looked up to take a mental break from his keyboard, and found his eyes locked onto bursa escort the young woman sitting across from him. She seemed wounded, withdrawn, yet he couldn’t help but stare at her. His eyes roved over her, starting with her black leather knee high boots, moving up to her short leather skirt, and stopping at her neckline. Her red cashmere sweater plunged dangerously low, giving Greg a delicious view of her cleavage, framed by tendrils of her long blonde hair. He sat there, fixated on her breasts, fantasizing about touching them, running his fingers over them. Greg was grateful for the computer on his lap. His growing discomfort was becoming painfully obvious. The woman shifted in her seat, and Greg quickly looked back at his monitor to avoid being detected.

“This is a boarding announcement for Flight 147,” a syrupy voice said over the loud speakers.

Gathering up their bags, both Greg and the young woman made their way to the boarding gate. Greg watched as she strolled just ahead of him, using the opportunity to check out her ass and further feed his fantasy. God, what he would give to hold those leather-clad cheeks in his hands, to reach up under that skirt and …

“Can I have your boarding pass Sir?” The perky little attendant at the wicket broke Greg’s thoughts.

While he fumbled for his ticket, Greg lost track of his visual prey. Shit, the flight was going to be boring now. Any semblance of mental stimulation had just disappeared.

*

Greg found his seat, and stowing his laptop and carry-on bag into the overhead compartment, sat down next to the window. Looking out, he realized he was right over the wing. The night was just getting better by the minute, he thought sarcastically. First, he’d lost sight of the girl, and now, nothing to see out the window. Greg settled back, and closed his eyes. Might as well catch up on some sleep, damn little else to do.

A stray elbow bumped him as another passenger sat next to him. Greg whipped around, all set to give this clutz shit for being so clumsy, but stopped before he had a chance to open his mouth. There, right beside him, was the woman from the lounge, the one he’d been admiring. He couldn’t believe his luck nor, at this moment, could he remember how to speak.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to bump you. I was sitting further down, but there’s a woman with a baby there, and I’m not in the mood. Hope you don’t mind,” she explained.

“Umm, no, it’s okay,” said Greg, as he regained his ability to talk. “My name’s Greg, and yours?”

“Sherrie, nice to meet you,” she answered, smiling as she noticed that he’d actually introduced himself to her tits, never having taken his eyes off them the entire time. Oh well, that was the idea behind the sweater. Couldn’t exactly blame a guy for having a normal reaction. She casually checked him out while they exchanged small talk. Greg looked to be in his late twenties, with a well-kept medium build. He was a pleasant enough looking man, but his eyes were what caught her attention. Large, dark, like melted chocolate, they seemed to search right through to her core. They were riveting, drawing her in, and Sherrie found herself more than just a little interested in him.

Soon enough, the flight attendants went into their safety drill routine, as the plane lumbered down the runway. It picked up speed, and launched into the air, bucking and kicking as it hit a patch of turbulence. Sherrie shut her eyes tight, as she held bursa escort bayan the armrests with a death grip. She knew nothing would happen, but still, it made her nervous. A large hand slipped over hers, and she looked up to see Greg gazing at her concernedly.

“A little scared?” he asked.

Sherrie could only nod in reply, and closed her eyes again. She wasn’t sure why she trusted this man who so obviously had ulterior motives for being nice to her, but right now, she’d take whatever comfort she could get.

“You’ll be fine, it’ll smooth out soon,” he said, and sure enough, he was right. As the plane gained altitude, it stopped shuddering and leveled out.

Greg didn’t waste the chance to check out Sherrie again while her eyes were closed. With his hand over hers on the armrest, her thigh was tantalizingly close. Her skirt had hiked up a bit, and he imagined how it would feel to slip his fingers between her legs, and probe what he was certain would be a succulent wet pussy. He looked out the window before she had a chance to see him staring, hoping she wouldn’t notice the growing bulge in his pants.

Sherrie finally opened her eyes, and saw that the overhead lights had been turned off. She tried to get another look at Greg while he stared out the window, but it was too dark for her to see him clearly. He seemed a little fidgety though, and she wondered who or what he was thinking about.

SLAM! The plane bounced about 10 feet as it ran into another black cloud. The jarring made Greg’s hand jump and land on Sherrie’s thigh. He sat there, not moving, barely breathing, afraid of her reaction, but not wanting to remove his hand from her silky leg.

Sherrie felt his hand on her leg, and for a split second, thought about saying something. Truth was though, it felt good to be touched, even if it was an accident. She decided not to say anything, and see just where this was going to go, if anywhere.

“Excuse me? Can I get you something to drink?” asked the flight attendant standing in the aisle beside their row.

Greg looked over, “Sure, I’ll have a rye and coke.”

As he reached past Sherrie to get his drink, she moved a bit, just enough that his arm would brush against her. Greg noticed, or at least, hoped he was right, and as he brought his drink back, allowed his bottom two fingers to slide off the glass and trail over her chest. He felt a slight shiver go through her as he touched her, and smiled wickedly to himself. Maybe, just maybe, he had a chance.

Greg held his drink for a while, letting his fingers absorb the chill. Setting his glass down on the tray, he leaned over and very slowly slipped his icy hand over Sherrie’s cleavage. Her quick gasp told him everything he needed to know. Greg slid his fingers under her bra, cupping her breast in his hand, feeling her hard nipple against his palm.

Sherrie’s breathing quickened as Greg put the armrest back and moved a little closer to her. Taking her by the wrist with his other hand, he used her to rub his aching crotch. Even through his jeans, Sherrie could feel how wonderfully hard he was, how desperately he needed relief. The slickness building up between her thighs told her she could use a bit of relief herself. Maneuvering as best she could in the cramped space, she undid his pants, releasing his swollen cock from its confines.

Sherrie ran her fingers over the length of his shaft, exploring, teasing, feeling him pulse escort bursa in response to her touch. She couldn’t believe she was actually doing this. Only a short time ago, she’d been sitting in that lounge, feeling sorry for herself, and now, here she was, toying with a man she barely knew. She didn’t care though, she needed to be desired, her psyche cried out for it, if only for a brief interlude.

Greg reached under Sherrie’s sweater and pushed her bra up off her breasts. Carefully, he lifted one side of her top and searched out her nipple with his mouth. His tongue meandered over the swells until he felt a hard nub under it, and he suckled at it greedily. Sherrie strained not to make any noise as she felt the heat of Greg’s tongue on her. She had to stifle her moans and whimpers so they wouldn’t attract any unnecessary attention.

The hand on her thigh moved a bit, and was soon joined by another as Greg slid them both over her legs, forcing them apart just a bit. Sherrie wished right now that she hadn’t elected to wear pantyhose, but that didn’t seem to be much of a deterrent. Using his fingernails, Greg managed to start a small hole towards the top of her hose, and gradually worked his fingers into it, spreading it until he could get his hand underneath. His index finger probed her, feeling Sherrie’s soaked thong wedged tight against her, swollen lips protruding on either side of it.

Sherrie stiffened at the sensation, biting her lip to stop from gasping out loud. Greg suddenly pulled his hand away, and Sherrie almost let out a squeal of frustration. His fingers wound tightly through her hair, and pulling her close, whispered, “I think you know what you need to do if you want me to continue.”

No more prompting was needed, Sherrie was desperate to feel his fingers on her again. Bending over, she guided his stiff cock to her mouth, sliding her lips over him, bathing him with her tongue. Greg let out a quiet satisfied sigh, and reaching over, continued his exploration of her under her skirt.

Finding the hole in her pantyhose again, Greg returned his hand to the inviting warmth between Sherrie’s thighs. Deftly, his fingers hooked over her thong and pulled it away, holding it to one side with his thumb. He stroked over the length of her dripping slit, and slowly worked a finger into her, exploring and invading her.

Little warning spasms shot through Sherrie’s body, as she sucked and licked Greg with a renewed fervor. His throbbing quickened as he rapidly approached climax. She could already taste him on her tongue, as a few impatient drops escaped him. Sherrie could barely keep him in the sanctuary of her mouth as Greg continued to swell. All the while, he kept playing with her under her skirt, rubbing her swollen wet pussy, taking her to the edge of ecstasy.

Greg froze as his orgasm rushed over him; his hot seed gushing down the back of Sherrie’s throat. His fingers penetrated her, finger-fucking her while he pumped everything he had into her mouth. The warning spasms she’d had turned into an all out eruption, as Sherrie began to shake violently with her own climax, slipping a bit in the juices that had accumulated under her.

Greg and Sherrie quickly sat up, straightening themselves out just in time. The lights overhead flickered and then assaulted their eyes with a harsh radiance.

“Welcome to Toronto. Thank you for traveling with us, and we hope your flight was a pleasant one,” the pilot said over the speakers.

Sherrie and Greg looked at each other, grinning. Yeah, it had been a pleasant one, and now, Christmas holidays as a single woman weren’t looking quite so bad.

(c) Arlie MacGregor, 2003

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I’m not out to make a distinction here. I enjoyed what I did and that’s enough.

Of course, titillating circumstances contributed much to my sexual development. It punctuated my life with honest pride, in which later, I found myself absorbed. Yet, five fabulous years of reckless wallowing in the mud can make even a pig like me feel bloated, full.

What else can a number of men offer but his cock? Whether rigid, stout, massive or long, it remains their first instrument of choice for instant pleasures. But when it becomes limp, everything else vanishes with it. So that eventually, I sought once more what I cherished before—the warmth, sincerity, and comfort of my father’s love—true, honest, and real no matter how we endured.

You see, I had an intimate relationship with my dad, which turned complicated. I was not expecting others to understand it, corrupting our situation with their malicious minds, waggling their dirty fingers at our brief, wonderful love affair. I guess I was either too naïve or just dumb, or simply stupid at the time…

“Honey, will you drive Tia to school? I’m late for my appointment!” shrieked Rona, my mother, already on her way to the garage, adding kindling to the tempest in my flesh. It was only 5:30 in the morning when I heard her called my dad. I had a restless sleep, rolling anxious in bed, aroused and dreamy, half-naked in a sheer chemise. My hands kept sliding between the inner smoothness of my thighs, my fingers inserted deep in my pussy hoping to calm the wet excitement oozing so hot and sticky inside.

My breasts shook proud, engorged with the heat of my lust this early in the morning as I rubbed myself vigorously. My nipples popped out, indecent and puffy while my fingers traced and squeezed the pointed succulence of my tits—ooh, so silky and warm!—yearning for a lover’s greedy mouth. Cradling the roundness of both, I crushed the velvety softness hard against my arms, gasping at the tingling pleasures at the hardened tips.

I stood up, feverish, catching my breath. I inhaled deep. I can’t wait any longer—my wetness raged, smouldering in my pussy. My luscious tits bobbed, felt wicked and vulgar in my flimsy dress, waiting for someone’s lips to slurp and gobble up each mouthful, to suck and nibble its ample globes. In a rush, as I made sure I heard Mom starting her car—and without bothering to change my clothes or check how I looked—I went downstairs.

I found my dad sitting at breakfast in the kitchen nook and yelled also, “I’m late, too, Dad!” surprising him. I mimicked Mom, shouting for her benefit so she will not suspect. I kissed my father, unmindful of my nakedness bared in the sheer night dress falling off one shoulder, and allowed him to see my sexual cravings already bursting in the yielding warmth of my flesh.

My father laughed, and kissed me also on the cheeks. But without hesitation, pulled me closer and embraced me tight as our lips met—our tongues ravenous—entwining, licking the heat of our lusts within. I sat astride on his lap at once and felt little prodding eruptions tickling my whole body, his hands groping free all over me—pulling, squeezing, stroking further under my chemise the fire already ablaze within me before I went downstairs. Our warm breaths merged in every excited exhalation, eager and wanting as always for the touch of each other’s skin.

Oh, how I love my father! His natural scent mixed with the aroma of fresh ground coffee, blended with the earthy scent of raw clay and glaze paints he used in his studio—his muscles, strong, firm, and tireless after long hours of moulding, shaping earthenware—excited me anytime I’m with him. Long-haired in casual dreads and often in baggy clothes—a loose rock t-shirt and faded shorts with his bright orange crocks, his favourites—he’s an artist so open and candid with me, treating me more like a bestfriend without any pretentions, excuses, or show of parental authority—especially, when we’re together alone.

“Hey, baby, what’s up…,” he muttered in my ears, while I pushed myself down on his lap in a circular rhythm, testing his arousal, teasing his cock, glancing in a hurry where Rona could be. I felt Dad’s cock hardened. Elongated more, as I moaned delighted, kissing his neck. “You’re so hot and wet like your pussy, Tia,” he whispered, and fingered me slow and deliberate. His strong large fingers wriggled gently between the lips, seeking deeper the slippery warmth raging inside, opening my thighs wide as I quivered involuntarily in ecstatic pleasures.

A tremor so sweet and exciting jolted and seized me, permitting my father to fondle and feel with abandon the simmering lust in my wet pussy. His fingers stroked the fat lips, while his large thumb pressed and tickled lightly the uncontrollable excitement wrapping my moist clit. His mouth, like a suction cup, gripped my breasts one at a time—alternating, swallowing, igniting the purest pleasures provoking my indecent moans.

“Oohmm, Dad—Daad, bursa escort oohh!” He sucked my tits, my nipples; his lips and tongue tasting, tickling, teasing the luscious plumpness of each. I gasped, giggled loud, and squirmed. My hips trembled and I let go, gyrating, mashing my naked pussy on his cock, digging it free from his shorts as soon as we heard Mom’s car zoomed out of the driveway.

I was no longer a virgin, to my dad’s consternations, shock, and regret when we first fucked. I was eighteen when it happened and became his captured and obedient beloved pet, although he did not expect it to be so, even if he wanted me that much. I guess I was in love with him all this time, and our feelings were mutual.

We kept a discreet agreement between us, unspoken and erotic, yet clear and certain as my alluring sexuality betrayed its raging peak. Often, I would find him staring at me, eyeing my body where I sat in my skimpiest shorts and shredded tank top. My choice of clothes around him whenever we’re left alone in the house, allowing him a peek at the lips of my pussy, the bountiful swells of my breasts, the luscious bounce of my butt. He knew I don’t wear any undies, especially when Mom was out.

It’s my costume of seduction, enjoying the torrid temptation no matter what small opportunity found us alone anywhere in the house. Blossoming at eighteen, I was a sexually active woman-child, a nymph cavorting with my dirty desires glimpsed in my passionate, innocent eyes—my full lips wild and pouting, begging for his attention and love.

I was confident Rona will not catch or notice us, either with Dad stroking my pussy in the car or sucking and mashing my tits behind the door. Or me, giving him a blowjob under the table or when we both hide, fucking, bent in the laundry room, wherever and whenever a chance came up.

“Am I beautiful, Dad?” I asked him often, flirting with him, fingers caressing his face, loving every moment we shared, demanding his devotion reserved only to me—wanting him, watching him, wooing him—often jealous of my Mom.

I tore off my night dress and shoved the softness of my aching tits in his face again, the delectable mounds brushing, melting against his greedy lapping lips. His cock enlarged some more, elongated further, then glided its full length and rigid mass inside my hot slippery pussy. I felt his massive cock tore open my hole, entered and pounded my pussy without hesitation or regard for my youth or delicate beauty, sending torrents of prickly shivers in my flesh—a thrilling sensation I only felt with him, always.

“I want you, Dad…,” I whispered, bucking on his lap, licking his ears; my pussy pushed down in slow pumping motion on his cock with all my weight. “You’re on my mind all night, Dad—you know, caressing me, loving me—oohh, oohh!!” I said, moaning with the electrifying heat of pleasures coursing through my flesh, nibbling his face as his initial hesitation with Mom catching us doused off quickly.

Dad was aware I was already immersed in my wanton eagerness even before he ate me for breakfast. To secretly fuck during breakfast before he drives me off to school was a shared habit— knocking me out of my mind with wicked ecstasy—if Mom was out, like today. We did it right beside the breakfast table, amidst the clutter of plates, glasses, cups, fruits and food. Dad devoured me, eating me in a lazy deliberate way, pouring honey on the jutting cones of my breasts—laughing and smirking as my body shuddered, tickled—massaging and stroking my fiery desires with his mouth and lips.

We kissed, long and languorous while he quickly lifted and fondled my breasts, squeezing both. He milked the pointed nipples with his large strong hands, moulding and kneading hard the globes in circular motions along its tips—my pussy wobbled, folded and dripped in uninhibited wetness, rubbing in anxious rhythm against his hairy crotch—his cock thumping inside me up to the hilt in a deliberate, naughty tickle.

He grabbed my hands with a sudden forceful jerk, steadying my body. My arms stretched on my sides, my shoulders straight—bobbing out my breasts, bared obscenely in his face. He burrowed greedily again, his face squashing my tits, harsh and wild with savage abandon. Like an obedient servant, I obliged my master—a strict, demanding teacher to an adoring pupil—his rigid cock pumping upwards, relentless, ravaging my youth, fucking my innocence to shreds with brutal pleasures of carnal madness.

I felt his cock sliding in and out inside me, hard and massive in length and girt, pushing deeper in each eager stroke, separating wide my quivering hole…The tickling sensation growing stronger and powerful, the mounting pleasures trembling in my flesh—my body quivered from the top of my head to my toes. I can no longer delay the swelling delirious thrills.

My legs kicked out. I wriggled—a captive, simmering animal unable to escape the excitement of lascivious delights. My head bounced bursa escort bayan back, my body tipped away from him, my whole being shuddering in shameless spasms. His massive erection pumped continuous and jabbed upwards deep inside the soft, warm hole of my pussy—the smacking, sloshing, slushy rhythm of our union our lusty music in the kitchen nook—as I squeezed his cock, too, his face contorting in a smirk of pleasures surging within him.

It was a trick I probably inherited from Mom. Thrilled to hone it later in school—cutting bananas and breaking raw eggs with my sorority pals—then practiced it alone with my sex toys and wanton experiences with strangers, boyfriends, and a handful of lucky profs. But I still have to try opening a beer bottle, though I think, it would be much later.

Dad treated me as his whore whenever we fucked, his forbidden bitch in the house, his lovable toy and pet, excited to rape me each time. The cruel, almost violent manner with which he fucked me chilled my flesh, terrified my senses, humiliated my being, tore my values and discarded my morality, reducing me to an unspeakable creature of carnal delights—and yet, I glowed with it—I loved it!

I enjoyed fucking my father too much. After all, I am a dirty slut as I rode his cock while he bucked like a horse, counter pounding his heavy upward thrusts each time. I started to slobber, whimpering—a moaning, quivering slave of his pleasures on the verge of losing my sanity. The bursts of delicious ripples gushed out spreading wild in my trembling body, coming one after the other in successive, explosive force.

“Dad…Oh, Daddy—oohh, oohmm!!” I cooed, and showered his face and neck with lewd wet kisses. My fingers gripped him tight, clawing his arms as I wilted at the onset of my squirting series of eruptions. I felt my body convulsed, arching wild backwards while he held my arms—the heat of youthful, reckless arousals overwhelmed me early—spraying his body with my juice.

My orgasms came in copious sprays—splashing his belly and thighs with cum, if not his face. I screamed, bounced hard, trembled and exploded again, and again—a playful sprinkler showering both of us with the warmth of our love.

“You’re so gorgeous, baby…Oh, you’re so beautiful!” my dad whispered. “Lucky is the man who’ll pluck your heart away from me, Tia,” he continued, trying to hush the tremor in my still quivering flesh, my pussy gripping hard his cock, forcing ejaculation. He exploded outside my body as we both laughed and giggled hard like kids under the stairs. His cock jerked on its own, shooting his hot fluids on my breasts, belly, and thighs.

I know I cannot control my seductive provocations any more than I can hide my love for my father. It wasn’t animal lust or immoral desires but more of an innocent passion, an admiration where I find my dad not only attractive but also possessing the physical good looks and sensuous, tender behaviours I wanted and adored in a man. Add to this his sexual expertise, his sincerity and honesty—caring, loving attitudes expressed before, during, and after violent sex—which I enjoyed very much with intense pleasures, that I extended and hid from everyone our secret unions.

My mother, unfortunately, was deeply inhibited, if not conservative. The fact that I was the only child attested to her cold, weary interest in sex. Although ironic and truth of the matter is, my father met her when she worked as massage attendant in one of the prostitution dens posing as spas. For whatever reason unknown to me and not privy to, Rona lost her appetite for sex, and made life open and exciting for me and my father, allowing us to enjoy our forbidden relationship.

Suffice it to say my dad and I communicated on an emotional and physical level, understanding one another by mere hints and glances—where no words or explanations were necessary or required. We plunged into the depths of our desires without fear, hesitation or inhibitions or doubtful disgust. We enjoyed ourselves and did what we most liked—proud, open, naked and childlike—without guilt and thrilled beyond ourselves no matter how trivial or brutal our wishes and demands. Dad made me feel always young and fragile, even innocent at my naughty age, yet at par with him—tireless, energetic, and full of enthusiasm, loving every moment we shared.

Still, I knew he approached and avoided our delicate familial relationship with extreme care and a father’s cautious control. Later, both through safe sex and moral accounting of my selfish behaviour, he kept me responsible and obedient at arm’s distance.

I kept bugging him though, not contented with just his fingers, lips, and tongue, which did the enviable duties of satisfying my wants from boobs to cunt in some small portions. He’s there for me, always at my command, services, and lascivious pleas—seducing him for long vigorous fucks at the most suitable time.

Thus, he went about his obligations and chores as father escort bursa and house husband, and managed to pursue his craft. He creates arty ceramic wares, and sells them online. This kept him indoors most of the time—and since I was a precious only child—gave me more intimate hours with him than with Mom.

Now don’t think I encouraged this, as any illicit affair in erotic stories and porn flicks tend to happen and unfold. No, though my secret indulgences with my father were stoked by circumstances brought by some free time we enjoyed together, in and outside the house…

“Oh, Dad…We should do this often,” I whispered hot in his ear once, breathing hard, still crumpled in the seat of the car, half-naked with my school uniform strewn on the seats and floor. We were parked in the shades a few meters from my school—a strict coeducation Christian college where I was enrolled in Mass Communication.

I gave him a long wonderful blowjob as we drove from house to school, passing through deserted side streets and vacant back lots, and then I fucked him, as we parked. I got dressed as best as I could, and with a wet kiss, winked at him and mooned, my twin cheeks naked under the long skirt of my school uniform, both of us laughing and lolling our tongues out with malicious promises of doing it again.

This arrangement between us felt too good to last, as I was always anxious to find any free time we can have together anywhere. I had no qualm at all doing it in public. In fact, it seems the presence of people and the danger it posed for us to be discovered excited me more. There was not an instance we did it in a public place that I wasn’t dripping wet or ablaze with the heat of my arousals, teasing and prodding my father to fuck me hard.

“My god, baby—take it easy…There are—ooh, people—uuhh!” he whispered one time, nervous as he tried to warn me, terrified we might get caught. I pulled his pants down as soon as we got inside the old service lift at the back of the school museum on our way to a ceramics exhibit, pushed the buttons for the top floor and flicked the express switch on. I masturbated him, prepared him for a blowjob inside the slow-moving elevator while it climbed to the gallery on the top floor.

The door opened and we heard voices along the corridors. Dad’s reaction was quick as he jammed his hands on the elevator buttons sending us back down. His cock slipped in the ‘O’ of my wet lips, sliding in and out as I savoured and felt all the curls and knots of the veins livid in the long, massive stem. His eyes rolled in nervous anticipation.

I teased his cock, licked the edges of the crown. My lips played along its smooth bald head, and tongued the slit with rapid flicks, squeezing it open at the tip. “What if the elevator—oohh, opened suddenly—ahh, shit!” he said, grabbing my head, unable to stop me as his legs folded and jerked. I was already on my knees and his cock inside my slurping, sucking mouth—the obscene familiar sounds soaking the emptiness of the descending lift.

I giggled, wiping his cum off my face and mouth. His explosions sprayed my face and hair with hot thick semen as he held my shoulders trying to free his cock from the tight grip of my mouth. “Relax, Daddy…,” I said, “We can always go up if we ran out of floors.” I climbed on top of him standing up, edging his cock inside me without any assistance from my hands. I sensed the elevator moving up again.

My pussy opened and gobbled the head of his cock still swollen and rigid after his furious ejaculations, and slid the length all the way through with my weight pressing down on him. We fucked fast, humped with eagerness as if it was our first time.

Dad braced me against the wall of the moving elevator, and crushed my pussy and tits like a rapist so overjoyed at the opportunity of finding a lovely teen like me alone in the lift. His cock banged hard inside me, pounding, squashing the wetness in my hole with every jerk and jab as he pulled and squeezed my tits. And true to my estimates, my delirious screams died down before we reached the basement parking lot. We missed the exhibit, attempting for the fourth time.

In these delicious short spurts of sexual amusements, my mother, Rona, never once suspected why I would sometimes insist on staying home rather than go with her shopping, even if the promise was a new dress or a pair of shoes. Maybe it was because my dad tried to indulge my mom also, doing his duties when she required or whenever time allowed.

Rona’s business schedules as salesperson in a kitchenware company sometimes kept her busy, coming home late, spent and tired, which did not allow Dad to perform his obligations for her in bed—or maybe, consummate his own sexual needs, too, each night. But my mother was a beautiful woman, conscious of her body and sexual appeal, though she abruptly stopped thinking of having another child as soon as I was born.

Still I believe even to this day there were other unforeseen factors—call it coincidences or divine providence or preordainments that contributed, if not facilitated, my clandestine affair with my father—and therefore, felt it was really meant to happen anyway.

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Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen)

Previous chapters in order of publication:

Revelation: 1 – Thursday

Revelation: 2 – Friday

Revelation: 3 – Saturday

Revelation: 4 – Sunday

Revelation: 5 – Monday

Revelation: 6 – Tuesday

Revelation: 7 – Wednesday

Revelation: 8 – Thursday

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Preface: There was so much activity this day that it was necessary to use 4 chapters to describe all that happened. Please read the chapter entitled Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen) FIRST!

The remaining 3 chapters; Revelation: 9a – Friday (Karen), Revelation: 9b – Friday (Ken), and Revelation: 9c – Friday (Jill) may be read in any order you choose.

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Revelation: 9 – Friday (Ken & Karen)

6:15 a.m.! Here I stand with coffee in hand watching Karen swim laps in the pool thinking that I have to find a way to make that woman learn the joys of sleeping in! I stood there drinking my coffee watching her and thinking how good her form was as she stroked up and down the pool.

I finished my coffee, put my coffee mug down, walked over to the pool and, taking a deep breath, dove in. What the hell, I needed the exercise and I also needed to earn some points with Karen because I knew that shortly we were going to have a ‘talk’ and while I wasn’t too worried about it I wasn’t looking forward to it either.

When I hit the water Karen stopped swimming and looked over in surprise. When I surfaced I grinned at her, winked and started to swim some laps. For the next 20 minutes or so we swam laps, she swimming up the pool while I swam down. My lack of exercise over the past week or two was having its effect and I found myself beginning to tire. I decided that I had had enough.

When Karen realized that I had quit she swam up next to me and said, “Okay, Pudgy, let’s go, three laps. Loser has to buy breakfast,” and without waiting she took off.

Three laps! My wife is devious! She knows that I can take her in one lap and two laps gives her a 50-50 chance of winning but three laps throws the race to her.

We sat quietly drying off and sipping coffee. Surprisingly Karen was not ragging on me about her three-body length win.

“Ken, I love you.”

Oh, oh, start of ‘the talk’!”

“I love you too, Babe.”

A long pause.

“I got jealous yesterday.”

“You? Jealous? Of what? Of me?”

Where was this going?

“I don’t know. For some reason I just felt jealous when you went back to the house and never called me like you were supposed to. I figured that you were playing games with Ann and maybe even Sarah and Kali and for some reason I got jealous.”

Not at all what I was expecting but never one to look a gift horse in the mouth I could be magnanimous.

“Babe, I’m sorry I didn’t call. I never meant to hurt you or make you feel jealous. As to playing games, yeah, Ann and I had a little fun. After everything that has happened over the past week or two it never entered my mind that you would have a problem with that.”

“That’s what’s bothering me. Up until yesterday I wouldn’t have minded. I don’t know why I felt like that. I mean I’ve been okay with you fucking other women until yesterday. Why did I feel like that?”

“I’m not sure. Do you feel that way now?”

“No, not really. Oh I mean I would have liked to be there with you but right now am I jealous of you having sex with Ann? No. Not really!”

“Good. I don’t want you to be jealous or to feel hurt or left out.” I sat and thought for a few minutes. “You know, maybe we are both kinda taking each other a bit too much for granted. I think we probably need to be a bit more considerate of each other and to have some time to ourselves. You know that I love you more than I ever have. I will never do anything that makes you doubt how much I love you. What do you want me to do?”

Karen didn’t answer me but slid over and put her arms around me and hugged me. I put my arms around her and hugged her back. We just sat there like that for a long time. Karen had her head nestled up against my chest and after a bit very softly said, “Would you be mad with me if I told you I wanted to have sex with another man?”

That question stopped me for a minute. I didn’t immediately respond because I didn’t know how to respond. Guys, there are questions and then there are questions! For some questions there are no right answers. Period! Give it up, say what your thinking and take the heat.

For other questions, usually the ones that seem to have a very obvious answer, you have to be very, very careful of your answer. While not a confirmed law these questions can usually be answered successfully be choosing the apparently WRONG answer.

However, the most insidious questions are those that require that you get inside of the mind of the woman asking them to figure out what answer she wants. In almost every case you will answer wrong! pendik escort This just could be one of the later.

While I was trying to figure out the answer Karen pulled her head off my shoulder and looked up at me. “Did you hear what I asked?”

No time to figure this one out, I was just going to have to go with my gut on this one! I looked down at her and smiled. “I heard. No, I won’t be mad with you. Is there some specific guy you want to have sex with?”

“No.”

“You just want some strange cock?”

“I guess I just want to know if other men find me sexy.”

“Oh!” I paused. “Well then, I guess we are just going to set your mind at ease and get you fucked.

Karen looked at me in surprise. “We are?”

“Yup!”

“When?”

“How about today.”

She smiled broadly. “Wow, that was easy. You really don’t mind?”

“If you had some specific guy in mind, I might be a little jealous. But, since you just need to be reassured that you are a very beautiful, very sexy lady who just happens to be the best lover a guy could have, I have no problem with you wanting some strange cock.”

“Oh, wow. I’m getting wet just thinking about it.” She stood up and took my hand and tugged at me. I looked up and she nodded toward a lounger and said, “Wanna fuck?”

“Right here, right now?”

“Why not?”

“What about Julie?”

“So what, we’re married! Besides, I don’t get the impression that she is an early riser and she might just like watching.”

“That old exhibitionist gene is kicking in again, huh?”

She laughed, stood up and began taking off her suit. When she was naked she walked over and knelt down on a lounger. She looked back over her shoulder and said, “Come on Studley, I want your cock in me.”

I laughed, got up, dropped my suit and taking my cock in my hand walked over and stepped up to the lounger and slowly inserted my cock into Karen’s pussy.

“Oh, shit, that feels so good. Take it real slow and easy I want to be teased.”

I concentrated on doing just what she wanted. As slowly as I could I would pull back until my cock was completely out of her and then slowly reinsert it feeling how her pussy lips became more swollen as her passion built. She was definitely hot. Her pussy felt like a furnace and as she became more excited her pussy lips swelled up even more. Each time I pulled out she would sigh and when I reinserted my cock she would take a deep breath.

We fucked like that for a few minutes then she started to push her ass back to meet my thrusts. “Don’t take it out anymore, fuck me harder. I wanna cum.”

“Where do you want me to cum?”

“In me. I want to know that your cum is in me when I fuck this other guy.”

I started to move faster and harder. I was concentrating on Karen when suddenly; out of the corner of my eye, I sensed a movement by the patio doors. Without turning my head I tried to see who it was but the angle was just enough that I could not make it out clearly with my peripheral vision.

At that moment I didn’t much care, I could feel my climax approaching and I gave that all my attention. I slammed into Karen and began to unload into her. I was almost finished cummin when I felt her climax start and, as is always the case with her, her pussy contracted on me and squeezed as it pulsed with her orgasm.

Karen dropped her head down onto the lounger. With my cock still in her I slumped down over her back and kissed her neck. I remained in her as I felt the final contractions from her pussy. I casually turned my head toward the patio doors but now didn’t see anyone. I wondered if it was Julie watching us and she just stepped back where I could not see her. I hoped so!

As I began to shrink I pulled out and looked around for something to clean myself with. Karen raised her head and said, “Come here. I want to clean you off.”

Smiling I walked up and stood next to her. She moved off her knees and sat down with her legs folded under her and reached up and took hold of my soft cock and pulled me toward her while leaning down and taking me in her mouth.

I love the way she softly and lovingly cleans me. I closed my eyes and stood there thinking that I might just be able to get hard again and would she like to have some cum in her tummy and her pussy when I heard a sound at me side.

Startled I jumped and turned my head to find my mother standing there with her hands on her hips and a look on her face that I can only describe as irritated, if not angry.

“This is your definition of ‘discretion’? What in the hell are you two doing? Didn’t I tell you to be discrete? Here you two are standing out in the open fucking and sucking like two horny teenagers.”

“Mom, I…”

“Shut up! Get the hell in the house right now. And, in case you haven’t noticed I’m pissed.”

I noticed, I noticed and so did Karen. “Yes, ma’am. Sorry but…”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it. I’ll talk to you later. Now, go get dressed and out of here and do what you have been told to do. I escort pendik don’t want to see you two until much later tonight and then we WILL talk.” With that she turned and went back into the house.

Deciding that it would be in our best interests to follow her instructions we went back to the pool house, showered and dressed.

“I’ve never seen your mother when she was pissed and I don’t want to ever again.”

“Not something I want to deal with either. Why don’t we just get the hell out of here and let her cool down?”

We slipped out the side door of the pool house and down the path to the gate and then to the carriage house. We slipped into the ‘vette and headed out.

Since 7:30 a.m. was still too early to make our stops and since we were both hungry from the swim and the sex we decided to get some breakfast.

Over breakfast we went over our itinerary for the day. First, since it was still too early to expect the attorney’s office or architect’s office to be open we decided to stop by Karen’s office and then mine and submit our resignations. By that time Claire’s office should be open and we could see what our attorney says about our business plans. Next we would go to the architects to get the plans for the new additions. Last and by no means least, we were going to see that my wife finds some nice young man who will fuck her.

Karen was in complete agreement with everything on the agenda, especially the last point. I could not get over the fact that Karen was acting almost like a tennie bopper thinking about going out on a date – she was almost giddy!

We stopped by our offices and gave our notices. Karen was fortunate in that since she had no long term projects ongoing and her vacation replacement was already at work and looking for full-time, she could terminate her employment effective COB today.

Because of some existing projects I could only terminate my employment at the end of next week unless I could get my projects turned over earlier. At each of our offices we said our goodbyes, exchanged email addresses and phone numbers and made arrangements to get together with those people we truly liked and wanted to keep in contact with.

It was now about 10:30 so we headed over to the law offices of Pace and Pace Attorneys At Law.

What Kate didn’t tell us was that Pace and Pace Attorneys at Law consisted of only two attorneys, Claire and her mother Martha. When we arrived and were greeted by the receptionist we learned that while Claire was expecting us she had been delayed and would not be in until later in the day and that her mother was currently out of town.

The receptionist told us that if we agreed both Claire and Martha would come by Kate’s house on Saturday and sit down and discuss everything then. We had the receptionist call Kate and explained the situation directly to her. Kate was happy with the change in plans and suggested that we meet at 1:00 P.M.

Very conveniently the architects office was in the same building. We picked up a package that evidently contained all of the drawings and blueprints for Kate.

“Kenny, it’s coming up on lunch time. What say we get some lunch or maybe even takeout and head over to our house and eat lunch there? If Sarah hasn’t done so we can open it up and let it air out a bit. And we can begin making a list of what we want to move to Mom’s, what we want to put in storage and what we will leave in the house for the renter.”

“How about Correa’s? We could swing over and see what Joao has on the grill. It’s been a couple of weeks since we had had some good Portuguese home cooking and I think you might like to say hello to Maria Helena, eh?”

Both Karen and I have developed a love of good Portuguese food. We both have a passion for black bean soup and feijoada – especially since Joao makes his own linguica. Correa’s is one of those quiet little places that you almost never notice on your own until somebody tells you about it and then you wonder how you ever got along without it.

It was only a little over a year ago that we stumbled on Correa’s. Until that time neither of us had ever had Portuguese cooking. After that time Correa’s became our favorite restaurant and there were times when we either ate in or got takeout 3 or 4 times in a week!

“Olá Ken, Ola Karen, como são você?”

“Somos bem. Você é belo, como sempre Maria!

I looked at Karen, when did she learn to speak Portuguese?

Maria Helena grinned at us and smiling broadly at Karen, walked over and gave her a peck on each cheek and did they girly hug thingy but maybe with a bit more contact than is “normal.” Karen and Maria Helena had begun flirting with each other almost from the very first time we came in and each time we’ve come in since they continue subtly flirting with each other. I know that the two of them would love to get together sometime but the timing just never seemed quire right.

Maria Helena is the oldest daughter of Joao Correa. With the death of her mother several years ago, Maria Helena pendik escort bayan took her mother’s place in the restaurant. Joao is the heart of Correa’s Restaurante, Maria Helena is the soul.

An absolutely stunning lady, maybe in her mid 30’s, Maria Helena has the blackest hair and darkest eyes of any woman I know. Slim, with a body that even under a dirty apron will cause a man to catch his breath and dream about seeing naked. I guess the only way to accurately describe her is to say she is delicious looking. I knew that given the chance Karen would love to spend time finding out just how delicious Maria Helena is. Hell, I’d love to find out too!

She looked at me and winked. I winked back. We did the cheek kissy thing but without the close contact that she and Karen had shared and as I turned to walk down the counter to say hello to Joao I heard Karen say, “Maria, we are having a girls only pool party at my mother’s on Sunday to welcome home Ken’s aunt. I’d love for you to come. I think you would have a good time.”

Maria looked at Karen and smiled. The look that passed between the two told me that this was the opening gambit in a game that the two of them would soon be playing.

“I think that I can be free on Sunday. I’d love to come….to your pool party.”

While Karen gave Maria Kate’s address and some very sexy soft looks, I grinned and shook my head and walked down the aisle, picked up the wine and chatted with Joao while he cooked our food.

When our order was ready and we were leaving, the kissy hug they shared was a bit more intimate and the smiles of the two of them were a bit bigger.

When we had our food and were on our way home I looked at Karen and laughed. “Well, looks like you’ll have a good time on Sunday.”

“You know how much I love to eat Portuguese. I think I will have a very good time on Sunday.”

She will, I know she will!

We opened the house and took the food and wine out and ate on the patio. After we stuffed ourselves and were sipping the last of our Marquês de Marialva wine Karen looked over at me and said, “I have the solution to our problem.”

“What problem?”

“I know who we can rent the house to.”

“Who?”

“Sarah!”

Now why in the hell didn’t I think of that? Perfect! We would have somebody we knew and trusted and Sarah could begin to have a little freedom and since we didn’t need to worry about the money, we could make it easy on her and she could put some money in the bank. Perfect!

“You want to tell her, or shall I?

“You plan on seeing her on Sunday right?”

“Yeah, if your okay with that.”

“Sarah would hunt me down and cut off my tits if I objected. That girl is looking forward to getting fucked with you being the fucker and her being the fuckee. I have no problem with you being her first but, if you can get her to agree, I want you to tape it.”

“Okay, I’ll ask her. I think she might agree. But, look; before we offer the house to Sarah it might be a good idea if we clear it with Helen and Frank first. I know that she is 18 but if Frank and Helen object than we could be causing problems for all of us.

Karen started to stand up, “I’ll call Helen and tell her we’re coming down to talk to her.”

“No, it can wait until we come back.”

“Come back? From where?”

“Carter’s!”

“Carter’s. We are going to Carter’s? What a great idea! It’ll be like a smorgasbord of cocks! Wow! I’m ready, let’s go!”

Laughing at her exuberance we cleaned up our mess, closed and locked the house and were shortly on the road to Carter’s nude beach. Carter’s is normally a 2-hour trip from Kate’s and a 1½-hour trip from our house but if I push it a little I can shave 30 minutes off that.

I called ahead and let Georgia know we were on our way and also to see what trailers and cabins were open for rental. Since all the trailers were occupied I reserved a cabin.

Carter’s is a discreet nudist camp with a private beach. The camp is divided into two separate areas, one for families and one for adults only. They have a regular clientele that spends anywhere from one day to the whole summer at the camp. Even during the week the adults’ only side is usually pretty well occupied. Karen should have no problem finding what she is looking for.

Their accommodations include areas of pads for campers and motor homes and on-site rental trailers and cabins some of which are held open for the last-minute one-day, two-day and long weekend campers who show up without reservations. These cabins are known as the ‘love cabins’ for people who show up and make a connection and need a place to have a little fun away from the wife or hubby or kids.

The cabins run the gamut from some that are quite spacious having up to 4 bedrooms all the way to others that are nicely furnished single rooms with a sleeper sofa and a separate bathroom. These are the ones that are kept in reserve for last minute rentals.

“Why’d you rent a cabin?”

“When you find the guy or guys you want to have sex with I thought you might like to have some privacy and comfort. I mean you could fuck him right there on the beach or take him up on the hill and maybe find some privacy but I wanted you to have the option.”

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This story contains realistic incest, not the fantasy incest of most stories. There’s bondage, smoking fetish, and torments. If you don’t like stories where the women are dominant and the men submissive, go find another story.

Fred found Pebbles’ ad on Craigslist. She looked like a nice enough escort, and had several good reviews on The Erotic Review website. His concern was that he wasn’t interested in fucking or a blow job. What he wanted was a woman to dominate him, like Marie did. He wanted a woman that would enjoy watching him suffer, like Marie did.

“Hello Pebbles.”

“Hello Fred.” Interesting. Pebbles let Fred know she had his name on caller id.

“Um, I saw your ad on Craigslist and I’d like to have a two hour session with you.”

“Have we ever had a session together?”

“Um, no.”

“Well, how do you know you want to be with me for two hours, Fred?”

Fred didn’t know. He knew he didn’t like to be rushed, and he hoped that Pebbles would enjoy domination. The first session with an escort was always a crap shoot.

“I liked the reviews you received on The Erotic Review.”

“Ok. I like a man that does his research. What are you interested in doing?”

Fred was confused. Pebble’s ad specifically said, no discussion. He knew that protected her somewhat from arrest.

“Um, I see that you smoke. I like to watch a woman smoke, and I want you to dominate me.”

“Mmm, that sounds like it could be fun. Is there anything you specifically want me to wear?”

“No, naked will be good. I have all my own toys. I’d prefer discussing what I want after I meet you.”

“I understand. Since you’re a new client, we’ll have a fifteen minute discussion before we start the session.”

“Wow, that sounds great. When can I see you?”

“I have a two hour block Tuesday at 8pm.”

“Sounds great. See you then.”

“Call me when you get to Glen Burnie. I’ll give you my address at that time, Fred.”

“Ok.”

“Bye.”

Later that afternoon, Pebbles, whose real name is Melissa, and her girlfriend, Michelle, were sitting at the dining room table.

“How was your day, Melissa?”

“Pretty good. Three clients called today. One of them, a new client, wants a two-hour session with me. He wants me to dominate him.”

“Ooh, does he know that you’re an experienced dominatrix?”

Melissa snickered. “No, I guess I forgot to mention that.”

Michelle giggled. “Boy, won’t he be surprised.”

“Yes, he’s in for a huge surprise. Oh, his name is Fred. Fred Johnson.”

Michelle’s face reddened. “You don’t suppose…”

“His phone number is 410 555-8674.

“Oh my God!” Michelle squealed. “My dad is coming here to see you!”

Melissa smiled. “Yes, Tuesday night.”

“I’m so glad you told me. I’m going clubbing Tuesday night. I’m not going to be here when he sees you.”

“No.” Melissa’s voice had a serious tone. “You will be here. You are going to help me dominate him.”

“What?” Michelle looked shocked. “You can’t possibly expect me to perform sexually for my dad?”

“Yes, I can.” Melissa held Michelle’s hands on the table. Her words were measured. “I’ve been listening to you talk about him and what he did to you for almost two years. You have three days to prepare yourself, but you will do what I command you to do for your dad. That’s an order.”

Michelle felt her resistance melt away with those words. “Yes Mistress.”

Melissa picked up her dishes and put them in the sink.

Michelle sat at the table, shocked, wondering what Melissa planned for her to do. It wasn’t until Melissa came back and gave her shoulder a smack with the back of her hand that Michelle got up, cleared the table and did the dishes.

Tuesday evening, Fred arrived in Glen Burnie fifteen minutes before the scheduled appointment. He pulled out his cell phone and called Pebbles.

“Hi Pebbles.”

“Hi Fred. Are you in Glen Burnie?”

“Yes.”

Pebbles smiled. “Ok, I’m at 1216 Valley Leaf Court. Park in front of the house, not the driveway. See you in a few minutes.”

Fred was surprised. He’d met all the other escorts at hotel rooms. He looked on the map, and saw that Valley Leaf Court was about two miles away. He drove down the highway, and turned into an ordinary subdivision. The houses were 30 to 40 years old, mostly simple four-squares.

The houses on Valley Leaf Court were newer and larger. 1216 was at the end of a cul-de-sac. He parked in front of the house, got his bag of toys, and rang the doorbell.

Pebbles opened the door. She looked a lot nicer than her picture. A few inches shorter than Fred, wearing a top and jeans, she let him in. Fred put the envelope with the $450 on the table by the door, and Pebbles smiled. She picked up the envelope and showed him to a bedroom, where she had him sit in a chair while she sat on the bed. Fred felt comfortable and intimidated at the same time. Comfortable, because the bedroom was a lot more homey than a hotel room. Intimidated, because Pebbles was looking pendik escort down at him in the chair, waiting.

Pebbles broke the silence. “Well?”

Fred felt confused. “Well, what?”

“Are you going to tell me what you want?”

“Oh.” Fred cleared his throat. “I’d like to watch you smoke naked. After that, I’d like you to lie in bed with me and cuddle with me.”

Pebbles looked down at Fred disdainfully. “Why the shyness? What happened to me dominating you?”

Fred looked at the floor. “I wasn’t sure that you wanted to dominate me.”

Pebbles smiled. “Oh yes Fred, I want to dominate you. I’ve been thinking about this session since the day you called. Do you trust me?”

Fred looked up at Pebbles. “Yes.”

“Good. I have a surprise planned for you. First, I want you to get undressed.”

Fred stood up and undressed.

Pebbles pulled out a leather blindfold, and put it on Fred. She handed him his toy bag, and commanded, “Follow me.”

With one hand on Pebbles shoulder, and the other carrying his toy bag, Fred followed Pebbles down two flights of stairs. He felt a chill as he passed through a room, and then an almost uncomfortable warmth. He felt her stop and wondered where he was.

“Put your bag down” Pebbles commanded.

Fred bent his knees and put the toy bag on the floor. He felt Pebbles push him into a chair, and tie his wrists tightly to the armrests. He felt her tie his ankles to the legs of the chair, and he wondered what she had in store for him.

When Pebbles took off Fred’s blindfold, he was surprised all right. It looked like an audio-visual room. There were four monitors on one wall, and several VCR machines on a couple of shelves. The monitors were off, but two of the machines were running.

Pebbles was still wearing her top and jeans. Shrugging her shoulders, she smiled and said, “I guess I can do one thing you asked for.” She peeled off her top and jeans, and lit a cigarette. Standing in front of Fred with her legs spread slightly, she took a puff of her cigarette, bent over, and blew the smoke in Fred’s face.

“Happy?”

Fred was impressed with her perky breasts and her shaved pussy. He had a strong feeling that she wasn’t going to let him touch any of her assets this evening.

“Yes, very.”

“So tell me, why do you like to watch a naked woman smoke?”

Fred squirmed in the chair. “My wife Marie would tie me up and put clothespins on my nipples or cock and balls. She would sit on the bed, watching me suffer, and pass the time by smoking. Over the years, I’ve learned to associate a naked smoking woman with the dominant bitch role that my wife played so well for me.”

“What happened to your wife? Did you divorce?”

“No. She died five years ago.”

“Ouch. I’m sorry for your loss. Did you have any children?”

“We had a daughter. She was 15 when Marie died, and she took it pretty hard. She ran away from home three years ago, when she was 17. She stayed at a friend’s house for a while, but she quit school and moved somewhere else. I haven’t seen her or heard from her since.”

Pebbles took a puff of her cigarette. “Wow. Why do you think your daughter ran away?”

Fred squirmed in the chair. “She was mad at the world after her mother died. She got mad at me after she caught me coming home one night from a strip club. I tried to explain myself, but she was gone a couple of days later.”

“I see. It sounds like you broke your daughter’s heart by going to a strip club. That wasn’t a smart thing to do.”

Fred looked at the floor. “I know.”

Pebbles finished her cigarette. She turned on a couple of the monitors. One showed the bedroom that Pebbles brought Fred to. He could see his clothes on the chair by the bed. The other monitor showed a different bedroom. The monitors cycled through four different views of the bedrooms. An overhead view, a view from the headboard, a view from the wall opposite the bed, and a side view from across the bedroom.

Both of the bedrooms were empty now.

A few minutes passed before Fred saw a woman enter the other bedroom. He watched her sit down and brush her shoulder length hair for a few minutes.

Pebbles smiled. “Do you like her?”

Fred smiled. “It’s hard to see her clearly in the monitor, but yes, she’s pretty.”

Pebbles grinned. “Good. In a few minutes, one of her clients will be here to see her. You get to watch them fuck, while I play with your cock. Does that sound like fun?”

Fred grinned. “Yes.”

Fred watched the woman brush her hair for a few more minutes, and then she left the room. About ten minutes later, she came back with a man. She undressed him, and he undressed her.

Pebbles coyly asked, “How does she look naked?”

Fred smiled. “She has a nice pair of breasts. Very pert for their size.”

Pebbles smiled. “Yes, they’re torpedo Double D cups. She had them enhanced for me and for her customers.” She squeezed her breasts. “Makes these C cups feel small.”

“Oh. Are you lovers?”

“Yes. escort pendik She’s my lover and somewhat willing servant.”

As the woman and her client got into the bed, Pebbles sat down on the floor in front of the chair, and lightly stroked Fred’s cock with her fingernail. His cock sprang to attention, and an occasional light stroke was all Pebbles needed to keep Fred hard.

The woman got on the bed on her hands and knees. The man got on the bed behind her, and pounded away. Usually, Fred didn’t like to watch fuck porn, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the monitor. This was different. They weren’t performing for a camera; they were having fun with each other. He felt like a voyeur, since they were upstairs in the same house. Pebbles’ teasing of his cock heightened the experience for him.

After about twenty minutes, the man lay down on the bed. The woman lay down beside him, and they kissed and cuddled for the remainder of the time. Fred enjoyed watching the kissing more than the fucking, and Pebbles didn’t touch Fred’s cock for minutes at a time.

After the hour was up, the man got out of the bed, and got dressed. The woman waited until he was dressed to get out of the bed. The man hugged her, fondled her breasts one last time, and watched her get dressed. They both left the bedroom.

Fred heard Pebbles ask, “Did you like the show?”

Fred nodded, and realized Pebbles couldn’t see his face. “Yes, I liked it very much.”

“Good.” Pebbles stood up and put on her top and jeans. “I have a client coming in about fifteen minutes. She’ll be down here to talk to you while I’m busy. You can watch my client and I fuck while she teases you, if you want.”

Fred felt confused. “Isn’t my time going to be up before you come back?”

Pebbles laughed. “That’s part of the surprise, Fred. I have no plans to untie you anytime soon. You’re spending the rest of the night tied to the chair. I think you’ll get your two hours worth of teasing, at least, while I fuck other clients. Sounds like a win-win to me.”

After a few minutes, Fred saw Pebbles on the monitor. He watched her put his clothes away in a dresser, and then leave. He was waiting for her to return with her client, when the other woman entered the room and stood in front of him.

Fred looked from the monitor to the other woman. She was naked, with her hands on her hips, looking stern. He could smell her scent from the sex she had. He thought about how passionate she was fucking and kissing her client, which aroused him. The lights in the room were behind him, and he could see her features very clearly. It took a moment for the thought to register in his mind. He was pretty sure that he was leering at his daughter.

“Hello daddy.” She spit the words out like the bad taste they must have had.

“Um, hi Michelle. I didn’t expect to see you here.” The understatement of the decade.

“I’m sure you didn’t.” Michelle got a cigarette, and lit it. She looked over at her father, bound to the chair. “I see you still enjoy sex with women my age.”

Fred’s face reddened. All the things Michelle said to him that night about embarrassing her and making her feel like she had to compete with strippers came flooding back into his mind. His cock wasn’t stiff anymore, even though his daughter was standing there, naked, smoking. She looked a lot like Marie when they were first married, except her breasts were a lot larger.

Fred watched his daughter stand in front of him and smoke. He wondered what she would do to him. He felt helpless, tied to the chair, and was concerned that Michelle might hurt him.

Michelle felt queasy. The only reason she hadn’t bolted from the room was that Melissa had ordered her to smoke naked for her father. She knew that he enjoyed watching pretty young naked women smoke, but she could see that his cock was flaccid. Good. If she was feeling miserable, he should feel miserable too. She smoked and posed for her father until it was time for her to see a client.

Pebbles came into the room a few minutes later. “So, did you and Michelle have a nice chat?”

Fred glared at Pebbles. “Why didn’t you tell me my daughter was your lover?”

Pebbles laughed as she lit a cigarette. “What, and ruin the surprise. Now why would I do that?” She crouched down in front of Fred and tickled his cock until it stiffened. “Don’t you want to watch your daughter fuck again?” She teasingly asked.

Fred didn’t want to, but he couldn’t help himself. He watched the monitor while Pebbles tickled his cock. This time, he noticed just how much Michelle acted like a young Marie in bed. He tried to think about Marie and all of the fun they had together, but the image of Michelle fucking and kissing was too much for Fred. He felt embarrassed that Pebbles kept him hard while he watched his daughter sexually service a client.

Pebbles got up, and lit another cigarette. “I have to meet a client in a few minutes.” She stood in front of Fred, smoking. He remained hard, watching her. After she finished her cigarette, she left.

Fred pendik escort bayan could hear Michelle screaming through the wall.

“What! You have to be kidding. No way.”

After a moment of silence, Fred barely heard Michelle say, “Yes Mistress.”

Fred wondered what that was all about, when Michelle came into the room. She was naked. She lit a cigarette and took a quick puff before she stood in front of him.

Fred felt himself harden. He reminded himself that he was leering at his daughter, but his stiff cock didn’t care any more. She reminded him too much of Marie, of all of the good times they had together.

Michelle took a puff of her cigarette. The sight of her father’s stiff cock made her nauseous. “Do you remember the diary you gave me?”

Fred felt stunned. “Diary? What diary? Oh, you mean your mother’s diary?”

“Yes. Do you know what she wrote?”

Fred thought for a moment. “I suppose she wrote about what happened to her. I never read it. I gave it to you so you would have her memories.”

Michelle smiled. “That explains it.”

Fred was happy to see Michelle smile. “Explains what?”

“Mom wrote about what happened to her, alright. She wrote about how you forced her to tie you up and torture you.”

Fred looked puzzled. “Forced? I never forced her to do anything.”

Michelle took a puff of her cigarette. “I’m not talking about physical force. According to mom, you would ask her and ask her until she finally gave in. As mad as she should have been about you pressuring her, she never enjoyed torturing you. That’s why she smoked. It made her feel better about what you made her do to you.”

Fred felt like he’d been punched in the stomach. “I had no idea. Why didn’t she say anything to me?”

“For being so old, you’re not very mature, are you?”

Fred looked up at Michelle. “What do you mean?”

Michelle blew cigarette smoke in Fred’s face. “Mom tortured you because she knew it made you happy. She didn’t enjoy the torture; she enjoyed pleasing you. She loved you.”

Fred looked at the floor. “Oh.”

Michelle looked through Fred’s toy bag. He felt her pick up his head. She blew more smoke in his face. “On the other hand, I’m enjoying torturing you.”

Michelle clipped a clothespin on each of Fred’s nipples. He yelped as the clothespins pressed against his nipples. “There. I know you get enjoyment from the pain.”

Fred couldn’t help himself. The combination of the pain in his nipples and seeing his naked daughter smoke was too much for his will power. His cock stiffened as he watched her stand before him, smoking.

Michelle smiled. At least I’m making him suffer for his pleasure, she thought. She tried to relax and enjoy her cigarette.

After Michelle left to meet a client, Pebbles came back into the room. She lit a cigarette, took the clothespins off his nipples, and crouched in front of Fred to tease his cock.

Fred yelped as the blood rushed into his nipples. After the pain subsided, he watched the monitor. He accepted that Michelle was an experienced escort, and allowed himself to enjoy watching her sexually satisfy another man. Her third of the night. He wondered if she enjoyed all the fucking, or just did it for the money. It looked like she enjoyed it.

Fred felt sorry when the hour was up. He felt strangely proud of Michelle, and what she was doing to support herself. He wondered what she was going to do to him this time.

Fred smiled when Michelle came into the room. This time, Pebbles didn’t leave.

Michelle lit a cigarette and looked down at her father. She could see his cock throbbing.

Fred wondered what Pebbles and Michelle were going to do now.

Michelle moved in front of him. “You’ve been ogling me all night.” Disgustedly, she took a puff of her cigarette and continued. “I’ll give you one chance to redeem yourself. If you can watch me caress myself for five minutes without cumming, I’ll consider you my father again.”

Fred watched his daughter finish her cigarette. She stood in front of him, throwing her head back, fondling her breasts, moaning with pleasure. He didn’t notice Pebbles kneel in front of him and lick his cock. Not teasing licks, either. No, Pebbles was doing her best to make him cum.

After a couple of minutes, Fred couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted his daughter back, but after being cock teased all night, Pebbles mouth felt so good. He closed his eyes and pictured her as a little girl, when her mother was still alive. He calmed down a bit and felt he could last the five minutes. All of a sudden he heard Michelle scream, “No fair!”

Fred opened his eyes to see his daughter with her hands on her hips. “No closing your eyes. You have to watch me! Just for that, now you have to last ten minutes. If you close your eyes one more time, you’ll never see me again. Melissa, let’s start over.”

Michelle closed her eyes, rubbing her hands all over her body, making mewing sounds. Pebbles went back to licking and sucking on Fred’s cock. Michelle looked so much like Marie, and sounded a lot like her. As much as he wanted his daughter back, the sight of her naked, caressing herself, along with the determined Pebbles, was too much for him. He came after a few minutes.

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After a full day of running around after our kids, you walk in with a “Honey, I’m home” to find me cooking dinner for the two of us. From the hair escaping from my up-do and the dejected posture, you can immediately tell that my day was hectic. Quietly, you place the items you are carrying in an out of the way spot then come up behind me to wrap me in your arms. Burying your head in my neck and kissing me there gently.

As I sink into your embrace, moaning softly, I say “Dinner will be about 10 minutes. I need to finish up the rice and take the enchiladas out of the oven.”

“Perfect!” you say, “I’m going to hop in the shower and wash up quickly.” You kiss me again and head to the bathroom where I hear the water come on. I want to come with you but know the food will burn as we’ll get distracted. When you come back to the kitchen you are clean and bare chested – just a pair of shorts on. The sight makes me smile and lick my lips.

Carrying our now loaded plates to the table, I set yours in front of you as you join me. We both dig tuzla escort into our meal and discuss menial things. Just nice to have someone listen for a change.

Going to take the plates you shake your head. “Leave those for now, I’ll do them”.

We get to the bedroom and you push open the door. You instead reach for me and begin to gently remove my clothing. Kissing me as you work blind. You running your hands along my body. I sink in to you. Pulling back I retie my bun making sure no strands have escaped.

Walking up behind me until I can feel the heat of your body just before you kiss my shoulder and when I try to sneak a kiss at the same time, you grin, knowing I am ready for more. Pulling me into your arms you softly kiss my lips, onto the bedroom. Laying me on the bed lowering yourself between my legs, you softly blow air across my pelvis then slide your hands up to frame my pussy between them. Sliding your thumbs up and down, you stroke me, making me very aware of where you are as I also feel your breath move across me.

As tuzla escort bayan you stroke, you start pulling my pussy lips apart, the evidence of my arousal is right there for you to see. Seeing the wetness, you move your thumbs to the inside of my lips and hold me open before bending your head to drag your tongue from the entrance to my depths to the top of my clit. More juices flow from this stimulation and you dip your tongue down to catch it. Repeating the movement over and over, swirling your tongue and dragging it through my folds, I begin to moan and gasp. As you start to move your tongue faster over me and pausing to suck and nibble at my clit, more fluid flows and I begin to squirm. Holding me down, you begin to lash at my clit firmly, sucking it into your mouth hard causing it to swell and become more sensitive. Releasing it you flick it with your tongue again then set your teeth on it and nibble gently. I scream softly and fluids spill from my body as my back arches off the bed and I orgasm hard.

Quickly getting to your knees, escort tuzla you slide your cock into me, gliding deep while feeling my pussy walls clenching at you. Bringing your face to mine, you kiss me, letting me taste myself on your tongue. Thrusting in and out slowly but firmly, you extend my orgasm letting it squeeze you as you move, as if trying to keep you inside me. One hand comes up to cup my face as you kiss me, my arms around your neck with one hand running through your hair. You continue your thrusts, speeding up as you feel my contractions slowing down. Kissing me with more passion, you move faster, my hips rising to meet yours, my fingers clenching in your hair as I try to pull you further into me. Our movements become more rapid and almost desperate as we both tumble towards orgasm. You swallow my scream seconds before giving me yours as we climax together.

Briefly letting me go, you reach down for the blankets and pull them up over us, then reach to turn out the bedside light. Taking me back into your arms, you roll to your side, keeping your cock in me and entwining our legs and arms around each other. You kiss me softly, whispering of your love and lay your head against mine. We drift to sleep still in that position, satisfied and exhausted.

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I had just gotten off my plane from Iraq. I served over a year there for my country. My sister Lilly was at the airport and greeted me with hugs and kisses.

“Glad to have you home again Ben,” my sister told me.

“Good to be home sis. I’ve missed America,” I told her.

“Hey Ben. Remember my best friend Pam?” Lilly asked me.

“Yeah. She moved away some years ago right?” I answered.

“Yeah…will, she’s back in town and she’s staying the weekend at my house with us. You don’t mind do you?”

“Why should I? It’s your home sis,” I replied with a smile.

The last time my sister and I saw her best friend Pam, she was very skinny, had pale skin, wore glasses, had long dirty-blond hair, and had no figure. I wondered if she had changed at all, but my sister neglected to tell me anything about her.

Once we got to my sister’s house, a very voluptuous woman stood outside. My eyes and jaw dropped to the car front. She wore a very tiny and thin blue shirt, with the words “Peek-a-Boo” stretched across her enormous mountain like breasts. You could see the bottom of her overly stretched sports bra peeking from underneath the shirt. Her tummy was flat. Her blue jean shorts were tight around her thick thighs and her legs looked long and smooth. Even her feet, encased in a pair of open-toe sandals, looked really hot.

The woman had a huge grin on her golden tan face.

“There she is big bro. Pam,” my sister told me.

“That’s Pam!” I said in shock.

“Yeah. She has grown a lot since the last time we saw her,” Lilly said.

“She sure has,” I agreed.

“Remember when she used to be flat chested and didn’t have a butt. Well now she’s stacked with some large E cups and a fat juicy bubble butt. I’ve asked her if a lot of guys have been hitting that. She told me that she’s still a virgin. That’s she waiting for the right one,” Lilly explained to me. Though, I stopped listening after she mentioned Pam’s enormous E cups and juicy round ass.

I had gotten out of the car and Pam came bouncing her massive twin peaks at me. The sports bra did little to stop her tits from bouncing. Pam wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. Her enormous breasts spread out across my chest and bulged from her sides.

“It’s great to see you again,” Pam whispered to me.

“It’s really great to see the new you too,” I told her.

“I knew you would like it,” Pam whispered to me. “I’ve been saving all of this for you.”

My cock began filling up the front of my jeans after Pam said that. I was at a lost for words and didn’t know what to think.

Pam released me and the three of us walked into the house. We all sat in Lilly’s living room and talked for what seemed like hours about our lives and the old days growing up.

“Man! I’m hungry. Are you guys hungry?” Lilly asked us.

“Yeah. I haven’t eaten anything for hours,” I said.

“I could use something to eat,” Pam said.

“All right. I’m going to go grocery bursa escort shopping and pick up some food. I’m going to make my favorite Pasta meal for you guys,” Lilly said. “I’ll be back in about an hour. I’ll have to go up town to get the things I need for my Pasta.”

“All right Lilly,” I said.

Lilly left the house and as soon as her car pulled off from the driveway, Pam took a seat next to me and moved her hand over my enlarged crotch.

“Ohhhh! I bet you haven’t had any in over a year,” Pam mentioned to me.

I was nervous and didn’t know what to say or think.

“I guess not,” I said slyly.

Suddenly, I heard my zipper became unzipped.

“Pam…I don’t know if we should,” I said, being a total faggot obviously.

“Shhhh. Relax Ben. I’m going to give you what you’ve been missing since leaving America,” Pam said in a sexual voice.

I’ve never pictured the day Pam and I would be having sex until now. With her newly naturally grown E cups and round ass, Pam had came at the right time. And I was ready to cum when the time was right.

Pam massaged my harden cock through my boxers. She then moved one of her hands inside the slit opening of my boxers.

“Oh God!” Pam said gasping. “What an incredible piece of meat!”

Pam pulled out my 10-inch beast and stroked it from the base to the swollen cockhead. I moaned as Pam played with my cock. It’s been a long time since a woman had touched or even seen my cock.

“Your sister thinks I’m a virgin… I am somewhat. I’ve never had intercourse, but I’ve given head before,” Pam said, as her head lowered to my crotch and her warm wet mouth engulfed my dick. Her massive shirt-encased jugs squished and rested against my thigh.

“Hmmmm!” I moaned, as I held Pam’s head at my crotch.

Her head started bobbing up and down in a normal pace. Her lips were getting closer to the base of my cock. Pam cupped my hairy balls with one hand and held the base of my huge cock in the other.

“I’ve never had a dick this big and yummy before,” Pam moaned.

Pam slurped and sucked my cock for 10 minutes straight. My cock shinned in her saliva. She turned her attention to my balls and worked both of them with her long tongue. I stood up and released her mouth grip on my balls. I pulled my jeans and boxers off my feet and stood in front of her in just my socks and shirt. Pam went back to sucking my cock and balls. She was a pro at sucking dick. She had both my cock and sack, drenched in her saliva as she lifted her head from between my glistening thighs.

“I hope you like these. I grew them myself. Took a while though,” Pam laughed, as she lifted her thin blue shirt over her head.

Her sports bra was stretched to the limits by her gigantic rack. The tops of her fluffy orbs were spilling over her bra. I reached out and squeezed her giant breasts through her sports bra. I grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and stretched outwards from her breasts and lifted it up over bursa escort bayan them. Her large E cups were bare in front of my eyes. They hung low at her chest and sloped out into huge bowling balls round ends, which rested above her navel. Her red areolas were huge and puffy and her cherry nipples were like the size of a mini-m&m.

I was mind boggled at the sight of her tits. Pam started unzipping her tight shorts. She bended down to pull her shorts off. Her enormous melons hung like cow udders and swayed back and forth like pendulous. Her round juicy ass stuck out from underneath her cotton panties.

Pam stood up and we hugged. Her big tits bulged across our chests, as we kissed. We suckled on each other’s tongues and massaged each other’s asses. My sister Lilly was right; Pam’s ass was huge and juicy, as I gripped handfuls of her plump panty-clad ass. My big wet cock rubbed up against Pam’s crotch and stomach.

The both of us sat back down on the couch and I buried my face between her luscious tits. I kissed, licked, and sucked the cleavage between her breasts. I lapped my tongue against the sides of her breasts that formed the cleavage. I cupped handfuls of her monstrous knockers and weighted them. I had big hands and her big tits dwarfed them. I still couldn’t believe the sheer size of her breasts.

I opened my mouth wide and stuck half of the front of her juicy left tit between my lips. I sucked and slurped on her left tit, while I squeezed and bounced her right tit in my hand. My tongue lashed against her large puffy areola and small nipple. I let her left tit pop out of my mouth, drenched in my saliva. The tit swayed and bounces against her chest, as I took her right tit between my lips and did the same to that one.

I squeezed both of her huge tits together and savagely sucked at both tits. I alternated from nipple to nipple and then pressed both of her nipples together and sucked on both of them at the same time. I stretched her chewy nipples between my lips as I sucked on them. My hands gripped as best as they could around her meaty flesh, making them form cone shapes, as I sucked long and hard on her nipples.

Pam’s body trembled under my sucking. She moaned non-stop and I could smell her pussy juices leaking down her thighs and legs. I licked and sucked her breasts all over for a finale time. Pam had her first orgasm and creamed her panties.

I released her saliva-soaked breasts from my hands and grabbed the top of her wet panties. I pulled them down over her bare feet and saw her hairy bush, soaked in her creamy juices. I kissed her thick, soak thighs and then planted my mouth upon her cunt. I began to suck and slurp at her cunt. Pam moaned and howled, as I ate her pussy viciously. Her wet pubes brushed and tickled my face, as I drilled my tongue deep into her pussy’s core.

Pam trashed her body on the couch, as my pussy eating got more intense. I sucked and nibbled on her large clitoris. Pam’s whole body was in an orgasmic escort bursa state. She arched her back and fed me more of her delicious pussy. I felt Pam’s feet enclose around my extremely hard cock and she began jerking my cock between the arches of her feet. The heels of her feet constantly rubbed up and down against my balls. Pam started cumming, as I continued to eat her pussy.

“Ohhhhh FUCK! BEN! EAT ME! OH GOD! FUCKING EAT ME!” yelled Pam, as she cupped her huge tits and squeezed them.

I followed Pam’s cum leaking to the crack of her juicy ass. I lifted her ass up off the couch and spread her ass cheeks apart. I began to suck on her asshole and drill my tongue deep inside her anus. I’ve never eaten out a woman’s ass before but Pam’s huge ass deserved to be tasted.

Pam’s legs were high in the air now and her toes curled, as my mouth and tongue continued to assault her anus. I buried my face between her large cheeks and felt Pam’s pussy gushing out from cum from her orgasm she had just gotten.

“Fuck me now Ben! Please fuck me!” begged Pam.

I tasted her asshole one last time and removed my head from between her sweet cheeks. I started slapping her large cheeks and watched them ripple and jiggle. I left my handprints on her round bottom.

I stood between Pam’s legs and thrusted my hard cock inside her wet snatch. I hovered my body over Pam’s and her legs wrapped around my waist. The heels of her feet bounced off my ass cheeks, as I thrusted and pounded her pussy hard.

Pam had her eyes closed and started breathing hard and heavy underneath me. I couldn’t keep my eyes off her huge knockers, as they started flopping up and down on her chest as I pounded her pussy. I cupped her tits and started sucking on them. I scooped one huge tit up in my mouth and released it. I watched as it bounced up and down against her chest. I did the same to her other tit and just watched my saliva fly across her chest, as it splashed off her wobbling jugs.

I pulled my cock from Pam’s swollen cunt and turned her on all fours. I thrusted my cock back inside her pussy and fucked her hard and long from behind. Her huge ass bounced off my crotch, as my cock pounded her pussy. I leaned my sweaty chest into her equally sweaty back and listened to the sounds of her moaning and my dick plunging in and out of her sweet cunt. Her mammoth sweaty tits swung up and down beneath her violently and started clashing into each other. They made the hottest slapping sounds I’ve never heard tits do. That was just too much for me to handle.

As soon as Pam started cumming, my cock unloaded a year’s worth of built up cum between her pussy walls. Our cum mixed and trailed down both our thighs and legs. I continued to thrust my cum-spurting cock into her creamy cunt until her cunt milked my cock and balls dry.

We lied on the couch, still sweaty and hot from the sex.

“That was good. Real good,” I told Pam.

“Thanks. I wanted my first time to be with someone special and you are special to me Ben,” Pam replied.

Pam and I started kissing and we heard a bag of items drop in the living room. We looked up and saw my sister staring at us. Pam and I looked at each other and knew we were busted…

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This is the story of a meeting between brother and sister after 6 years. It is a fantasy but one that could be very true for some people. I have just started writing stories for Literotica and hope that my efforts will produce some votes and comments. Please feel free to contact me and let me know if there is any way I can improve my writing. I dont think anyone will be able to comment on my grammar or spelling though LOL,

There is a lead up to this story to explain it and make it more interesting – not just a fuck story. So I hope that you will keep reading after the first few paragraphs. There is not a lot of sexy talk in it, just feelings coming to the surface,

RENEE AND HER BROTHER

My name is Renee. I am a 42yr old woman who has been divorced for a number of years and have 3 children. I am the eldest of 4 children and I am about to meet my younger brother whom I haven’t see for about 6 years. I am about 5’2″ and I have platinum blonde hair, green eyes and a 38D bustline. I have booked into a Resort in the South West, so that we can not only get to know all the family gossip, but to see some of the beautiful scenery down here. I have just arrived at the Resort, but my brother, Ryan hasn’t as yet.

My brother Ryan is the youngest of the family and is 31years old. When I last saw him, he was about 6’1″ with sun-bleached hair, as he loves surfing. He usually worked on computers during the week but spent most weekends at the beach, chasing the waves. He had an average body, a few muscles in his legs from surfing, but nothing over the top.

When I arrived at the Resort I signed in and left a message for Ryan that I would be at the Chalet. It comprised of 2 bedrooms, a bathroom, a lounge room, a small kitchen where we could cook if we didn’t feel like going out, and outside the building, a pathway led to a Spa and Sauna – There was also a heated swimming pool.

I got to the chalet and unpacked in my room, and decided to have a shower as it had been a long drive this morning. I had just finished my shower and the phone rang, it was the reception desk informing me that Ryan had arrived and was on his way down.

I quickly put on a pair of shorts and a top and met him at the door. Wow!! what a shock I got. He was still the blonde headed boy – (or man) but he must have been working out regularly, as his body had changed completely. I wouldn’t have known him if I had met him on the street. He was tanned and looked so fine that I started to have unusual feelings just looking at him. I knew that wasn’t right though, this was my brother.

I kissed him and showed him his room, where he unpacked and also decided to have a shower and came out in a bathrobe. “Do you want to go out to Dinner, Sis,” he asked.

I replied, “I would love to, I will just go and get into something more suitable for a restaurant though; and you better do the same”.

“Righto, meet you back here in about 15 minutes,” he said.

“Just dress casually, it is only a country restaurant.”

We went to the local Italian restaurant which was about 5 miles from the Resort and settled in to have a great meal and a gossip about the family. It was about 10.30pm when we finished the meal and decided to have coffee and a nightcap back at the Resort.

When bursa escort we got back to the chalet, we both went to our respective rooms, not saying anything, and changed into our nightwear and robes. I had put the kettle on beforehand so I made the coffee and while I was doing that, Ryan poured a couple of Tia Maria’s. It was nice to know that he remembered that it was my favourite after dinner liquer and had bought along a couple of bottles as a surprise. We sat and talked for about an hour and thought it best to get to bed, as we had a day of exploring the next day.

I met Ryan in the kitchen the next morning and prepared breakfast for both of us. As we were going trekking, we thought it best to get going as soon as possible. We picked up a hamper that had been made up by the kitchen staff and got under way. We drove to the area where we wanted to start our trek through the tall forests.

The trees were so magnificent that we were overwhelmed with the beauty around us and couldn’t soak it all up. The trees were so tall – reaching up to the sky so that you couldn’t see the tops. After about 2 1/2 hours we decided to have a break and have some lunch. We took our backpacks off and spread the light blanket on the ground and set up the meal. It consisted of a variety of salads and seafood and other tasty morsels, and a bottle of red. When we finished, we just had to have a short nap before we continued our trek.

Ryan stretched out on the blanket and I lay with my head on his lap. I could feel his reaction to that and wondered about it. We woke about 3pm and realised that it was too late to continue our trek, so we returned to the car and went back to the Resort.

“I’m going for a shower” we both said at the same time, and laughed.

“You go first Ryan”, I said. “I will probably take longer than you anyway”.

When Ryan came back into the lounge he was only wearing a robe, saying that he felt a lot more relaxed.

I then went and had my shower and thought I may as well just put on a robe too.

Ryan said, “I think we will order in tonight, what do you think”.

“That sounds good to me,” I replied.

“What would you like?”

“What about some Chinese.”

While waiting for the meal to be delivered, we sat on the patio and watched the sunset together, it was so peaceful there.

After dinner, we again had coffee and Tia Maria’s, this time I let my hair down and had about 6 drinks. I was feeling a little woozy but not really drunk, I still knew what I was doing and saying.

I remarked to Ryan how he had changed body-wise. He said he had been advised by his Doctor that he had to get fitter if he still wanted to keep on surfing, so he was going to a gym daily now and working out with weights etc.

I said “I only have an average body, I haven’t really looked after myself since having the kids and them leaving home.”

Ryan then told me he thought my body was very sexy. “At least you have a bit of meat on your bones, not like so many of those matchsticks out there; and most men love to have something to hang on to.”

I laughed and said, “Thank you, kind sir.”

Ryan then moved to the lounge beside me and kissed me; not a brotherly kiss either, but a full on French Kiss which enveloped bursa escort bayan my lips and tongue. At the same time, his hand went to my breast and started to rub the nipple through my negligee. “We shouldn’t be doing this Ryan, it is wrong.”

“Why is it wrong Sis, when someone loves someone else the way I have loved you for so long, it can’t be wrong.

“What do you mean.”

“Well from the time that I realised what men and women do together, I have wanted to do the same thing to you.” “I have wanted to make love to my wonderful older sister and make her happy.”

As he said this to me, his fingers were slowly working their magic on my nipples and he bent his head, pulling the robe aside, and tenderly licked and suckled my nipples. They became so hard and the feelings flowed down to the most sensitive area of my body, my pussy. “Oh Ryan, you don’t know how much that pleases me to hear you say that. After all these years since the divorce I have been trying to fight the feelings I had for you last time we met. I feel the same way that you do.” Even after so many years of marriage, I knew there was something missing in my life; now I know what it was. It was YOU!!!!”

“Come and let us make love together and make up for all those missed years.”

We proceeded to my bedroom and slowly stripped each other of all our garments as we approached the bed.

“Just let me hold you Sis, I want to experience all the feelings that we would have if this was a normal date, and we were going to make love for the first time.”

“Oh Ryan”, I murmured.

“I want to gently make love to you, my sweet sister. I don’t want to ever forget or want you to forget what is going to happen here this week.”

As we are both single, and without any obligations I knew that everything would be wonderful and that this will go on for a long time after this week.

Ryan eased me down onto the bed and held me in his arms – as he kissed my forehead, my eyes, my nose and my neck, and then he started to kiss my breasts and down my stomach until he ended up at the hub of my desire, my hot, wet shaven pussy. He slid his tongue into the slit of my pussy and licked it on both sides making it feel soo good. He suddenly pulled away, but went down to my feet and began to kiss first the right and then the left leg all the way up to the inner thigh junction. By that time I was tingling all over, and hoping that he would continue what he had started earlier, and he did. He stayed down there and continued licking, lapping and suckling my labia lips and occasionally tickling my clit with his tongue for about 45 minutes, bringing me to about 3 orgasms by then.

“I can’t get enough of your sweet pussy Sis, you are so sweet and tasty, that I want to lie here forever sucking all your juices out of you.”

“Ryan, don’t you think I want to repay you for all those wonderful feelings that you have given me. Pull yourself up beside me so that I can have a feast on your cock.”

This was the first time that I had taken much notice of my brother’s appendage, I had been too taken with being eaten out. When I did see his cock, I was astounded. He was about 7 1/2 inches long and about 2 1/2 inches across. Nice and long and thick too.

Ryan raised himself up escort bursa beside me and I went down and started to lick the pre-cum from the head of his magnificent piece of manhood. I let my mouth slide slowly up and down, gradually taking more into my mouth and down my throat each time until I had the whole thing inside my mouth. My tongue was still licking the glans and I was enjoying deep-throating my brother.

“Oh Sis, that is sooooo good, I have never had such a beautiful experience ever. Please keep doing that.”

“Don’t worry Ryan, I intend to bring you off as many times as you did me; so lie back and enjoy for a while.”

I spent quite a bit of time on Ryan’s cock, until he said to me, “Sweet Sis, can I now make love to you fully, I want you so badly.”

“Yes Ryan, come to me my love and let us bring this to its finale – for now at least.”

Ryan entered me slowly and began to slide his cock into my pussy so tenderly. I really felt that my Lover was making sweet love to me, not my brother. “Oh Ryan, that’s it darling, give me that wonderful cock of yours, I belong to you now and I don’t want to ever lose you, my love.”

“Oh Sis, I don’t ever want to be in any other pussy than the one I am in right now, and you are not going to lose me ever.” “I want you to cum for me my love, show me how much you love me and cum on my cock.

“Ooooohhhhhhbaby, I am getting so close and I want you to cum with me. Fuck me babeeee, I want your big cock all the way in me, fuuuuuccccckk meeeeeeee, oh it is soo gooooood. What are you doing to me, I am cuuuuummmmmmmmgggggg”.

“So am I my darling, give me all you cum.”

We lay there in each other’s arms for a few minutes whilst coming down from an incredible high. Ryan kissed me gently and lovingly. We made love twice more that night, it seems like we couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Well Sis, this looks like the start of something BIG; what do you think.”

I replied, “I think that I could never let you go now, we match so perfectly. Stay with me my love and let us set up a home together. I don’t care where it is, as long as we can be together forever.”

“Well, neither of us has anybody to be accountable to or for, so there doesn’t seem to be any reason stopping us from doing just that”, said Ryan.

“Where do you want to settle, I am easy, I can work anywhere from the Computer.”

“I don’t mind Ryan, as I came out well from the divorce, I don’t really have to work and we can sell my old house and buy property wherever we want to.”

“Would you like the city or the country.”

“What if we buy something in this area or nearer the sea, it is very peaceful and no-one would know us, and you can keep on surfing.”

“That sounds great sweetheart.”

“I will get things rolling as soon as we leave the Resort and in the meantime we could go on a house hunting trip and see what is available while we are in the area.”

“Enough of that now my love, until we leave here, I want so much more of what we just shared to make up for all the years we have lost.”

Well as you can imagine, I didn’t put up any resistance to that idea. LOL.

We did eventually set up home in the south west near to the sea, and have lived here for about 4 years. Everyone accepts us a couple and we have make a lot of friends.

I don’t think there will be a sequel to this as we are too wrapped in our love for each other to do anything different, but you never know????????????????

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Like all my stories, this one is true. I welcome all comments and I hope you enjoy!

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The title of the post was “Single mom needing a FWB, not too sure about the benefits.” This made me think that she was most likely not a slut and that she would be somewhat of a challenge. I like challenges.

I sent her a nice greeting telling her a little about my situation being married forever and not being intimate with the wife for a very long time. I told her that I would be happy to be her friend without benefits and maybe even help guide her through the maze of creeps and weirdos out there. I told her that when she was done weeding through all the replies I would be waiting for her reply to me.

Her reply to me was, “You sound the most sane of all the responses I got, but you sound kind of cocky.” To which I replied, “You could also call it self confidence.”

I found out that she is a few years younger than I am, she just went through an ugly divorce and had not been with a man since.

It was obvious that she was out of her comfort zone and a little scared about meeting a complete stranger for sex. I was a little nervous too, and that’s a good thing.

We emailed back and forth for about a month. I learned that she was living with her mom while trying to buy a house.

She also had a new job that was full time plus, and she had full custody of her son. She made it very clear that she really didn’t have much time to play, she was hoping things would settle down once she got moved and was on her own.

Finally, we were able to set a time to meet. It was a Tuesday, she had taken the day off to sign papers for her new home and we were to meet for lunch afterward. By this time we had exchanged numbers and were used to texting each other about once a day. In my mind we were pretty comfortable with each other as I slowly learned she had a good sense of humor.

About an hour before we were supposed to meet I was at my bookkeepers signing checks when I got a text from Holly saying, “I just got home and my car is making an awful banging noise, I am afraid to drive it so we will have to postpone our meeting.” I reminded her that I know quite a bit about cars and asked her if I could come over and take a look at it. She was hesitant as she was staying with her mom at her condo and her mom was home that day. I finally convinced her that there was nothing wrong with a guy friend coming over to look at her car.

She texted me the address saying she would meet me in the parking lot and to look for a black Nissan with the hood up. Arriving exactly when I said I would I pulled up and parked next to her car. As she quickly got out and walked over to my truck it hit me that she looked strikingly familiar to the actress Glenn Close when she was younger. Medium blond hair with those bright blue eyes got my attention to say the least.

Taking all of her in, I smiled and got out of my truck. Standing next to her I noticed that she is on the tall side.

I glanced at her feet and took note that she was wearing flats. Instinctively she says to me, “I wanted to dress nicer for our first meeting but I wasn’t planning on my car having problems.” I reply, “You look great, let’s start this thing up so I can hear the noise you were talkng about.”

She starts the car and right away it is obvious that the problem is with the serpentine belt tension. Her car was fairly new and in short order we contacted the dealer where she purchased it. Turns out that this issue would be covered by warranty. At my suggestion we made a plan for me to follow her to the dealer so she could drop off the car and then we would go to lunch as planned. Being a true girl she says, “Before we go I need to go change my clothes, can you wait here for a few minutes?”

“I will wait for as long as it takes.”

She gives me a nod and heads toward her mom’s condo.

As she returns about 15 minutes later I am liking what I see and glad I waited. She is now wearing heels, tight fitting slacks that show off her plump ass, a sheer blouse and a buttoned down sweater. It’s a little nippy out and I am hoping to get a peek at hers if that sweater opens up a bit. Funny thing is that at this point I am not really turned bursa escort on by her as she is really playing it cool.

I follow her to the car dealer and enjoy the view as I watch her walk in and then back out to get in my truck. As she gets in my truck she smiles and thanks me for being there as she would have had no idea that her car repair would be covered by warranty. I took her to a nice place for a “business” lunch. We chatted about all kinds of things. She opened up a little bit and shared that her ex was verbally abusive to her and her son, that is why she divorced him and got full custody of her boy. I told her some of my story and she seemed to understand and be ok with the fact that I am married.

After lunch I drove her back to her mom’s condo. I was not expecting a kiss or anything at all and I didn’t get one.

I intentionally backed into a parking space so I would be able to watch her walk away as she left my truck. She thanked me for lunch and the help with her car. Her last words were, “I want to gather my thoughts and I will send you an email tomorrow.” Smiling I replied, “I will look forward to that.” Burned into my brain is the view of her backside as she walked away . . . . . . . I honestly thought I would never see her again.

I drove back to my office thinking about this beautiful blonde, she was not very flirty at all during our lunch. I decided it was good to meet her even if it was only to help her with her car problem. I wondered if I should have been more aggressive, but given her past I think not.

I sent her a text later that evening saying that I enjoyed lunch and the view during lunch was very nice too. I didn’t get a peek but I could tell she had ample breasts filling her sweater. She sent me back a text saying she also enjoyed our lunch.

The next day I was really busy and was not really thinking about her much when her email came in. I opened it and was not surprised at what I read. She basically said that she was not sure if she should see me again and that she may have acted too hastily when she put the ad online. She apologized for misleading me if that was the case. She went on to say that she was just too busy with her new job and parenting obligations to have any time to play. She said she thought I was nice and sweet and hoped I would find what I needed.

What I needed was to get laid!

I sent her a “nice and sweet” reply saying that I understood and she did not have to be sorry for anything.

I told her I was glad she got her car fixed and wished her the best with her new life and new job. I am sure it was just what she expected from a nice guy.

For the next few days I thought about Holly a lot. I thought how it might feel to kiss her full lips, I wondered what she was hiding under that sweater, but mostly I wondered what it would feel like to squeeze her plump ass while I buried my cock in her pussy.

On the third day of being disappointed with the fact that I blew my chance with her it occurred to me that my approach might be all wrong. The sweet, nice guy that I really am came through to her loud and clear with seemingly no effect. In a moment of clarity I decided to try the exact opposite tact and go all in with my inner most naughty man I could be.

I was driving when this came into my mind so I pulled over to compose the following text.

Hey Sexy Lady, I have been thinking about you a lot and it hit me that you need to meet my inner perv. The really naughty and nasty guy that wants to have his way with you. This guy knows that deep down inside you have an inner slut that wants out too!

We can be secret lovers and each others fuck toy, we can let it all out and be as nasty as we want to be. You know we need it.

Right away I got back, “YES!!”

I was a little surprised at her response.

My reply, “Yes what?”

“Yes I want to be your slut, I want to be nasty and I want you to bang the shit out of me!”

“Good girl, Can you meet me after work today?”

“Yes!”

“Good, I would like you to get a room at a nice hotel by the airport and order a nice bottle of red wine for us to share. Once you have all the details let me know what time to be there.”

“Ok, I am going right after bursa escort bayan work. I can’t wait as I need it bad!”

“It will be worth the wait and I will cover the cost of everything.”

The rest of the day went by agonizingly slow for me. Finally, I got a text from her saying she was in the room and was going to take a shower. She gave me the details and I told her I would be there in about a half an hour.

I was a little bit nervous as I knocked on the door of the suite. She answered wearing one of those white robes supplied by the hotel.

“Hello Mr Naughty, welcome to my house of sin. Would you like a glass of wine?”

“That is exactly why I am here, to taste the wine.”

She smiled big and I followed her in thinking to myself how much this room must cost, it was very nicely appointed with a sitting area and a separate bedroom sporting a king bed. She motioned to a chair so I took her hint and had a seat. She had the wine poured and set a glass in front of me and as she did got on her knees and removed my shoes. Her robe was too tight to get a view of her tits but I could already tell I would not be disappointed.

She sat across from me as we sipped our wine. We were silent for what seemed like a long time. I broke the silence.

“You come here often?”

We both just starting laughing really hard! A good start.

“This place is really nice, thank you for setting this up.”

“You are very welcome, I feel like a call girl.”

“Is that bad?”

“Not at all, no, not at all.”

“How else do you feel?”

“I feel like a slut and I like it!”

She got up and walked slowly over to the window. I watched her every move as she set her glass down and untied her robe while facing away from me looking out the window.

“I am really liking the view from here, how is it out the window?”

“The view here is nice and yours is about to get better.”

She let the robe fall to the floor and just stood there facing away from me. She is completely nude, I just stared as my cock was now straining to be let free. Her back side is an ass man’s treasure.

She turns around and walks slowly towards me. My eyes were drawn to her nice sized tits but even more to her nipples.

Her nipples were very large, about as big around as my finger with hardly any areola at all. As she gets right in front of me I am staring at her clean shaven pussy.

“You have a rockin’ body Ms. Holly.”

“Well let’s start this rockin’ party you and me.”

I set my glass down and get to my feet, I put my hands on her well formed hips and go in for a kiss. Very slowly I kiss her and just when I realize I am rock hard she reaches down, grabs my cock and starts rubbing it from the outside of my jeans.

She stops to unbutton my shirt and while she is doing that I undo my belt and drop my pants. Instantly she reaches inside my underwear and continues to stroke my dick.

She coos, “I am so happy you have a big cock, my husband was small and he never made me happy.”

“My plan is to make you very happy.”

I take her hand and lead her to the bedroom, when we get there the sheets are pulled back so I turn her around and motion for her to lay down and scoot back on the bed. Standing there with her laying before me I gently push her knees apart and I see that her vulva is very swollen. So swollen that her pussy lips are not visible and all I can see is a deep slit. I laid down next to her and we kissed some more as my hands roamed her body. I got around to her pussy and rubbed my middle finger along her slit, as soon as I pushed in just a bit I found her hot and extremely wet.

“Somebody else is turned on I see.”

“It’s been a long time and I need your cock bad.”

“You will get it and get it good.”

I got on my knees between her legs and spread her wide while parting her lips with the bulging head of my cock. She was very wet and very slick. I pushed my member in very slowly and I could feel her clench down on me. Damn it felt good! She moaned as if to beg for more so I pushed all the way till my balls bottomed out on her plump ass. Starting slow we got into a very good rhythm, she wrapped her legs around me as if to try and push escort bursa me deeper into her soaking wet pussy. Her juices made it very slippery . . . . . .no lube needed here.

After a few minutes I stopped and slowly pulled out as I wanted to taste her. I love going down on a freshly fucked pussy, to see and suck on those swollen lips. As I pulled out she whimpered as if to complain.

“Don’t worry, there is plenty more for you, I just want to taste your nectar.”

“I hope you like what you find.”

I found her clit and was surprised how large it was compared to the size of her inner labia. I sucked on it for a few moments and she started bucking as her first orgasm came quick. The whole time she was whimpering, it almost sounded like she was crying.

Happy that she came for me I crawled back on top of her and buried my cock back into the wettest pussy I have ever experienced.

“Go slow naughty man, I am very sensitive right now!”

“I like the sound of that you little slut, I know you want more.”

“Yes I do, fuck me till I cum again!”

Hearing her say those words almost made me cum, but I was able to hold off as I fucked her very slowly.

I looked in her eyes and she had what looked like tears.

“Are you ok?”

“Oh yes, just keep banging me Baby.”

She again wrapped her legs around me and it was obvious she wanted me to drill her deep.

“That’s it right there!, don’t stop!, Keep hitting me right there!”

“You like that you naughty little slut?”

“Yes yes yes, fuck me harder please!”

Now I am pounding her and working up a quite a sweat. She starts crying out in pleasure and she is sounding like she is actually crying. I look and see tears on her face and not sure what to do so I stop moving for a second.

Just as I am about to say something she says, “Give it to me!, I want more!”

I get back to it wondering how long I can keep this up. I feel like I am almost there when all of a sudden she starts bucking wildly and panting as if trying to catch her breath.

I can only describe what happened next as a shocking surprise to both of us. I am pounding away as hard as I can and she stops panting.

“Oh my God, Oh my God!” She tilts her head up towards her tummy and drenches us both! Hot warm liquid flows all over my cock and balls, soaking us and the bed! We were both shocked and just lay there as she came down from her high.

She catches her breath. “What the hell just happened?”

“I think you gushed all over.”

“”I feel like I wet the bed.”

“I think you just squirted. You have never done that before?”

“Never, I am sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, that is really hot.”

“Did you cum too?”

“No, I was really close.”

“I am sorry, I don’t think I can take anymore of your cock in my pussy.”

We laid in silence and cuddled for awhile. I think we were absorbing what just happened. It was the first time for both of us.

She lifts up and rolls over getting on all fours.

“It’s your turn now, I want you to cum in my ass.”

“That will be my pleasure.”

I reach down and spread some of her juices around her ass and rub some on my cock till I am back at full attention.

Being very gentle at first, I push my dick gently into her ass and to my delight she is able to take it all like a champ.

Just seeing my cock disappear into her beautiful ass was almost enough to get me off instantly.

“Does that feel good to fuck your slut in the ass?”

“Yes it does you naughty little slut, I am going to fill you up.”

“I want it. Cum in my ass!”

In very short order I went over the edge, I filled her ass with my cum as I came really hard. It felt so good to shoot my wad in her ass. I just stood there in a daze as I realized what just took place.

We took our time getting up and kinda joked about the big mess on the bed.

We were both sweaty and tired so we took turns taking showers as our little rendezvous had lasted for over two hours.

After getting dressed we had one last kiss to say goodbye. She left ahead of me so I watched her big round ass as she made her way down the hallway to the elevator.

When I got to my car I sent her a text telling I liked what I saw walking down the hallway. I got back.

“It’s a little uncomfortable to walk right now.”

“You are very welcome you little slut.”

“Thank you Sir.”

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Sometimes we do things in life that surprise even us. Occasionally we take opportunities to fulfil long held dreams or fantasies — fantasies we have not spoken of but have thought of a lot.

This story is about an experience my wife and I had fairly recently which changed our lives completely, fulfilling so much by it’s surprise.

We had just purchased an apartment in Thailand and were taking a short break there. As is often the case in new developments half the site was still under construction. This construction was not an issue for us, as the nearest workers were about 50/60 metres away across the swimming pool. As is often the case in Asia though, these workers worked late into the night often until midnight. Not a noise problem – as no machines were in use after 6pm!

Our apartment faced the pool, and so looked out across the site, meaning we could see the workers who were over this side of the construction.

One night we had been out for a lovely Thai meal, had a few drinks at our favourite bar, and had returned home feeling rather sexy and turned on. We had both flirted a little with the girls in the bar and a couple of the western guys. We had danced and enjoyed the excitement of the warm balmy evenings, and the innuendo and induced temptation that goes with holiday destinations.

As we went into the bedroom I noticed that the blinds were open. I left it that way. My wife put on the bedside lamp and then she noticed the open blinds too.

” bursa escort Maybe we should close those?” she said questioningly.

“Lets leave them open.” I replied, smiling.

“What about those guys?” she said, looking across at the lights and the workers. Even though they were 50 or 60 metres away, they could still see clearly if they looked.

“What about them?” I asked

“You know full well!” she said, smiling. “They will see us making love.”

“Then they will get a treat!” I replied , adding

“…. and so will I, I have always secretly fantasised about being watched making love”

“Actually, so have I” she said demurely but confidently, “though I will feel better if we turn the light off — I am sure they will still be able to see, its just that I will feel better.”

I agreed and the light was turned off. The moon was bright and with the lights from the construction, I just knew that all would be visible if they chose to look.

We kissed and fondled and began to undress each other, not daring to look across the pool. We were so horny that soon we were both standing naked, hands stroking our bodies, lips engulfing each other, caressing everything making each begging for more, more, more.

I glanced across, not obviously I hoped, to see a couple of the guys standing watching intently. I whispered to my wife “they are watching.”

At this she stiffened, and hesitated, but slowly turned her head towards the pool. As she saw bursa escort bayan the guys she gasped — “oh my god, what shall we do?”

” Do you want to stop?” I said … “close the blinds?”

” No” she whispered, “this is turning me on big time”

At this I turned her to face the pool, her back to me, stroking her constantly all over her – breasts, pussy, stomach, up and down between her legs. She was in full view now, although we were a couple of metres away from the window. I could tell she was enjoying this even though there was still a sense of hesitation in both of us. She began to groan and directed my hand between her legs. I obliged, stroking and feeling the wetness which was becoming more and more intense.

By now three others had joined the viewing, another guy and a couple of women. They didn’t speak, they just watched. Both of us were getting so turned on it was becoming unbearable. I just knew she wanted more.

“Move to the window and spread your legs.” I said.

Without hesitation she did. She rested her hands on the window ledge halfway up the full length glass and spread her legs wide.

We all knew what was to come next. I entered her and gently slid myself well into her welcoming body. She gasped.

She was being fucked in full view and loving it — “God this is so erotic!”

She panted. She was gushing, I was rock hard. I could see the onlookers as I pumped her. She started to move her body with mine, gyrating her escort bursa hips in tandem with my thrusting — but not daring to look up. By now we were both so high on sexual adrenalin that nothing mattered, we were in the moment, and this moment was so enhanced by our audience.

We were getting closer and closer, she knew she was about to come, I could feel it too.

Suddenly she stood up, spread her arms out high onto the glass, pushing her body forward. Now she saw all of them, she saw their smiles, she saw the onlookers who were watching her make love – and they saw her eyes and her pleasure.

At this she pulsated with excitement, groaning and saying how erotic this all was … “Oh please,” she just kept on saying, “please, please, please.”

Suddenly her whole body stiffened, she screamed, her face was pressing against the window, and she gyrated with such intensity that it felt like the world would explode.

That brought me on big time — my semen rushed out like an exploding geyser and into her, mixing fluid with fluid. We both seized up, wanting to cement the pleasure, and just stood there salivating at what we had just done, not wanting to move, not wanting to spoil the moment. After what seemed like an eternity of erotic indulgence, we slid out of each other and lay on the bed, sated, totally indulged and perfectly at one with each other.

After a few minutes she turned to me and smiled

“That was wonderful.” she said.

I smiled at her and kissed her gently.

We fell into a deep sleep, and were awakened by the morning light streaming in through the open blinds, reminding us of our amazing night of fantasy and passion. Life can be wonderful.

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