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I was only mid way through my first semester at college when I met Cassie. I had seen her once or twice before down at the front desk of my dorm hall but we had never met. It was a friend of mine who introduced us over drinks in his dorm.

I was over having a few drinks as normal when she knocked on the door. I got a little panicked at first, not knowing who was knocking on the door. Brad let her in and I was put at ease as she entered the cramped dorm room. She stood maybe only 5’1 and had a curvy frame. Her hips were wide and her ass was almost perfectly round and as my eyes moved up over her, her body narrowed and then formed back out to her C-cup chest. Her hair was a natural blonde but you could tell she had it lightened. Her eyes seemed a grayish shade of blue and her skin was tanned from the salon, complete with the heart on her hip that peaked out from between her pants and shirt. She was wearing heels and carried a designer bag. I’m sure her outfit was expensive. She seemed to take great pride in her appearance, highlighting her assets, and you could tell she liked any attention that was paid to her.

She came in and I stood for introductions. “This is Cassie” Brad said and I extended my hand. It was a pleasure meeting her already. I returned to my seat on the couch, Brad did the same on the other end and Cassie didn’t hesitate taking her place right between us. Brad reached over into the mini fridge that sat on the end of the couch and pulled out another round of beers. I wasn’t a huge beer fan but it’s college and free drinks are good drinks. Cassie was the first to crack her beer and take a drink. This girl continued to impress.

We sat drinking beer and watched TV as some Hottest Something bikini pageant came on. Cassie said she was excited to see this and that she loved pageants. As we watched, we picked out our favorites and what we liked about each of them. Cassie seemed to be equally an ass and tits kind of girl. She was critical of their ability to walk properly in heels. I demanded that since she was wearing heels, she needed to get up and strut her stuff better. She was quick to jump up and prove herself better than the bikini clad models and started to do her best runway walk.

The dorm was narrow and small but she worked the open area putting leg over leg walking up and down. I’m not sure if it was the heels, the walk, or if it was just her nicely formed ass that did it, but I was getting turned on by her.

“First of all, you’re doing it wrong.” I said after she had done 2 passes by the couch.

“How? I can walk so much better in heels than these girls.”

“Well, to be fair, they already have you beat since they’re almost naked and you’re not. So they walk better in heels.”

“Fine” Cassie said almost forcefully. She grabbed the bottom corners of her shirt and lifted it over her head. Her breasts looked firm and quite perky. After she tossed it to the side, she quickly undid the button on her pants and those too came quickly off her perfectly tanned body. Brad started laughing in disbelief and I couldn’t help but grin as she stood before us. Her bright red bra matched her red thong, both complete with little black bows on them as if they were a bahis firmaları present. I should send a thank you card.

“Ok, now you win” I said, doing my best to keep my cool over the situation. I had never met this girl before and now here she was, standing in heels wearing only her bra and thong. I was getting turned on. She did two more laps in front of the couch, driving home the point. As she strutted back and forth, leg over leg, her hips and ass swayed from side to side.

“I wish I had brought some dollar bills over” I said jokingly.

“I’ve always wanted to be a stripper. If I have to start stripping to pay for school, you guys should come see me work.” And with that, she grabbed the bed pole and started to show off her hottest stripper moves. Her hips and body curved and moved. Her ass rolled out towards us as she presented it to us, her thong coming down and barely coving her pussy as she moved.

“Fuck dude, if only we had money with us” Brad said as we watched the show.

“To bad” Cassie said as she turned back to us and went to put her pants back on. “You boys could have had a show.”

In the following weeks, I saw more and more of Cassie and we were becoming really close. We didn’t talk about her strip show but there was a definite sexual undertone to our conversations and we quickly became close friends. We talked about everything under the sun. Any guys she was into, girls I was into, stuff we were into, sexual things we liked, things we wanted to do but haven’t yet, sex we’ve tried but didn’t care for. She loved sex and loved to share everything with me and loved hearing a guy’s take. She told me all about her collection of toys and how often she uses them and what porn she watches when she does.

Despite her attractive figure and her outgoing personality, she admitted that she hasn’t been with anyone in a long time. I hadn’t been with anyone either and we shared our frustrations over it.

“It just stresses me out that I can’t seem to really get a guy. I mean, sure I can go out to a party or wherever and find a guy to fuck but I want someone to actually date who’s decent. I don’t know, I get all worked up over it and I’m all tense.”

We were sitting on the couch, watching TV, having a few drinks and I had her move to the floor in front of me.

“Let me rub your back and work some of this shit out”

She took her spot on the floor and I went to work on her neck and back. She had a lot of knots and I could tell she was grateful for my hands working them out. As I went to work on her stress, I told her about the girl I was pursuing and how it wasn’t going as well as I had hoped. We had gone on a few dates and had made out, but nothing was really happening and despite a few attempts, I wasn’t getting any real action.

“Oh, sweetie, you need someone who will actually take care of you. Here, switch spots and let me.”

I took her spot on the floor and she took mine behind me. She now started to rub my back as we talked.

“When was the last time you got your back rubbed?” Cassie asked as she ran into knot after knot. “You’re so tense. You need to relax and release some of this tension.”

“Yeah, I need to release but this thing with kaçak iddaa Jamie isn’t getting anywhere and releasing myself isn’t exactly as satisfying.”

“I know what you mean. Toys feel good and all and I get off just fine but I haven’t gotten laid in months so I know how you feel.”

We sat in silence for a few minutes as Cassie continued to rub my back. She continued, but she was no longer trying to work out my knots. Her touch got lighter as her hands went up and down my back.

“Let me take care of you”

“What do you mean?” I asked, curious as to how she planned to accomplish the feat.

“We’re friends. What are friends for if they don’t take care of each other? You’re stressed, so let me take care of you.”

I looked at her, wondering what our next move would be. She had a good point and I needed a release. I stood up off the floor and she could see that her work on my back had gotten me a little turned on. She undid my belt and pulled my pants down to my ankles. My dick was getting harder and she could see it starting to fill out my boxers. I kicked my pants to the side and she licked her lips before reaching in placing a hand on my member. Cassie started to massage my dick as I stood before her. Once she felt that she had gotten me fully hard, she worked my cock out the front of my boxers. A serious smile came across her face and she looked up at me.

“Sit down and relax”

I did away with my boxers all together and sat down. My hard cock was sitting straight up and Cassie stood in front of me. She pulled her shirt up over her head and revealed the same red bra I had seen before on the night we met. She unclasped the bright red bra and slid it off her, letting it drop to the floor next to her.

Her tits were exactly as I had imagined them the first night I saw them. They were a C cup and were as perky as can be. Her soft, pink nipples were hard and she gave them a squeeze, enjoying the feeling of being exposed. Her grip on my cock return and she lowered her mouth to greet my head. Her lips were soft and her tongue was warm and wet. She licked the tip of my cock and took the drop of pre-cum that was beginning to ooze out, onto her tongue.

She wasted little time teasing me and her lips wrapped around my shaft. Her tongue brushed up and down the vein of my cock as her head bobbed on my shaft. It had been a while since I had gotten head and it felt amazing.

Cassie was paying me the attention that I had longed for and it was just what I needed. Her mouth worked me cock up and down and her hands had moved to massage my balls as she worked. After a few minutes of sucking, she took me out of her mouth and her body moved in closer to mine. I felt her erect nipple brush my glistening cock. She wrapped her tits around my dick and started working them up and down. Her wet mouth had lubed my cock and I was sliding between her tits with ease. I could faintly feel her heart racing in her chest as she fucked my cock with her tits. I was starting to throb with every thrust into her warm tits. Cassie let go of herself and returned her hands’ attention to me. Grabbing the base of my shaft, she returned my throbbing cock to her mouth. She knew I was at the edge and her kaçak bahis massaging tongue sent me over.

“Oh! Oh I’m gonna cum. Fuck yeah, you’re gonna make me cum”

Cassie didn’t stop at the warning, she only sped up as my muscles began to tense. She brought her head down on me as I started to release. All the tension and frustration I had built up over the past few weeks and months was now shooting into Cassie’s waiting mouth. She started swallowing, trying to keep up with the stream of hot cum that was spurting out of my cock and filling her mouth. Despite her best efforts, some started dripping down her chin. That didn’t faze her as she kept going until she had sucked every last drop out of me.

She sat back and let my satisfied cock slide off her tongue. She brought a finger up to her chin and collected the dribble of cum that escaped her and licked it up.

“Feeling better sweetie? I told you I would take care of you”

“That was exactly what I needed. You need to let me return the favor.”

I got off the couch and moved her to where I had been sitting. She was wearing a skirt and I tugged it down her legs. She wasn’t wearing her matching red thong, and as I removed her skirt, I saw that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I was turned on at the thought of her bare pussy being hidden under her skirt the whole time.

It hit me right then. She had planned this. Maybe from the moment we met, she had planned for this. The sexy bra, the strip tease, all the sexually charged conversation, all of it was preparing me for this and I was ready for it. Her pussy was cleanly shaved and wet. She spread her legs, inviting me in. She knew I wanted what I saw and I took it. I leaned in and didn’t bother teasing her. My mouth opened and I wrapped my lips over her pussy. I stuck my tongue out and down between her wet lips, tasting her sweet juice.

I brought my tongue up to meet her waiting clit and she trust her hips into me as I flicked and toyed it. I raised a hand to her wet opening and her pussy gladly greeted me as I slid a finger into her. I pressed and licked her clit as I slid my finger in and out of her. Her moans started to get louder and what began as an almost inaudible gasp when my mouth first touched her, had now become a loud scream as her hips bucked into my mouth and finger.

“Oh fuck yeah sweetie. Oh Fuck!” she screamed

I picked up the pace and was now working her clit with my tongue. My finger pressed up in her pussy, rubbing her g-spot with every thrust. I could feel her pussy clamp down on my finger and her legs squeeze around my head. I had gotten her to the edge and shoved her over.

With one last thrust up into my mouth, her legs began shaking. My finger was drenched inside her and her juice was dripping out of her as she came. I prolonged the intense orgasm for as long as I could, pressing my tongue down on her clit and rubbing her g-spot with my finger. When it was over, her hips relaxed and she collapsed back onto the couch. Her legs unwrapped from around my head and her head came back down from the clouds as I slid my finger back out of her soaked pussy.

“That’s what friends are for. Holy shit I needed that.” She said as she took a minute to rest. “If you ever need me to help you out sweetie, let me know and I’ll be your girlfriend for the night. I’ll take care of you.”

I knew we would be doing this again. And that’s how our friendship was born.

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I was simply returning from the local shop when it happened. Just up ahead, a chubby blonde girl around 18 or 19 had just opened the side door of a Renault Traffic minibus and climbed in. I was not quite level with her but I could see her peachy backside in the tightest pair of white shorts you could imagine. Underneath, and quite visible through the thin material was a skimpy pair of black briefs.

My normal walking speed is quite brisk but I slowed down to try and take in as much of this unexpected turn of events. She was leaning over a seat and looking for something on the floor. She reached further into the bus and lifted one of her legs up as she dove further in to try and retrieve whatever it was she was looking for. I stopped. I could clearly see the distinctive bulge of her pussy lips and this I just had to see.

Reaching further she gave out a cry of alarm and her other leg flicked up and she fell headlong into the van. I assumed that she would recover her composure and get up but she seemed wedged. Being the gentleman I am I ran over to help.

“Hey, need some help?” I asked and grabbed a leg that was in danger of connecting with my bollocks.

Her leg felt soft and warm and I suddenly found myself getting an erection. Her round arse was inches away, the bottom of her buttocks now peeped out from under her shorts. I looked into the van and indeed she was quite wedged under the opposite seat. Her skimpy top had ridden up and I could clearly see a tantalising glimpse of one of her large, unfettered tits.

“Erm, yeah.”

I grabbed her waist and tried to pull. She kicked out her legs again to try and topple her back the way she had come but all this achieved was the full exposure of her tits. I could not make out any detail however but I could see that she had been blessed with a sizable pair.

“I’m stuck.” She moaned.

“What if I get between your legs and pull from that direction?”

“Anything, just help me out.”

She had stopped kicking her legs about and so I got between them. I wondered if she was always this accommodating. I grabbed her thighs and pulled. She moved a little and then she squeeled.

“My hair is caught on something.” She yelled.

I peered over but could see nothing from that angle. I tried looking from a couple of angles and could see that her hair had caught up on something under the seat.

“I cannot güvenilir bahis reach from here. I will have to climb over you.” I explained.

“Oh do whatever you have to.”

Slip your shorts and panties down and fuck you I thought, my cock now rock hard. If I lay on her she will definitely feel it. There was nothing much else I could do though.

Trying to hold as much of my weight off of her I climbed on top of her and reached down. I could not reach from above so I wriggled down further and reached under her arm. With my forearm pressing against her right breast and my throbbing cock against her arse I managed to find the lock of hair that was caught on a small spring under the seat.

“Fucking hell!” She exclaimed, “Have you got a hard on?”

“Yeah, sorry.”

“For fuck sake, men.”

From my position, I was now a little wedged. I wriggled about on top of her which had the unfortunate side effect of me further grinding my cock into her buttocks.

“I think you are enjoying this a little too much.” She said from the depths of the van.

“So are you it seems.” I replied as I noticed a damp patch on her shorts between her legs.

With all of the squirming about her briefs had ridden up between her pussy lips and her tight shorts were pulled even tighter. This gave a beautiful camel toe that just begged further investigation. My cock felt like it was trying to burst out of my jeans.

I regained my composure and with my feet firmly planted on the ground again I found myself between her legs again and gripping her chubby thighs. My cock must have been inches away from her bulging pussy and I imagined pulling it out and letting it find it’s way into her.

“Stop gawping at my cunt and get me the fuck out of here.” She yelled.

I pulled her towards me and my cock was pressed firmly into her. Slowly she started to slide out. I realised that I could see an awful lot of bare skin on her back. Her top was pulled tightly under her arms. Soon her legs bent down and her feet rested against the ground. My cock was still pressed against her as I dragged her free of the van. It was disappointing that there was four layers of clothing between my cock and her wet pussy.

I stepped back a little to allow her to stand up straight. She fumbled with her top but not before affording me the briefest of glimpses of one of her nipples. She turned to face türkçe bahis me still fiddling with her top.

“Thank you.” She said with a grin, “That was an experience.”

“You can say that again.”

She laughed and started to adjust her shorts to make them a little less indecent.

“My knickers are right up my snatch.” She said and thrust a hand down her shorts to try and adjust them.

“Need a hand?”

“Oh, you’d love that wouldn’t you.”

“No harm in asking.”

She shook her head but still smiled. After her ordeal she could see the funny side of it.

“You know.” She said, “That was the closest I’ve ever got to being fucked with my clothes still on.”

“I know what you mean.”

I looked her up and down properly. Her long blonde hair was tied up but some of the strands had either fallen or been pulled out when she got caught. Her face was best described as being ordinary. She was no oil painting but there again, she was no gargoyle either. Her tits bulged under her t-shirt and her nipples still stood proud and erect. A plump belly poked out and then there was the shorts. Tight white shorts that showed off her rounded buttocks, hips and pussy. Would I fuck her given the chance? Of course I would.

“Well, you’ve seen my tits and the outline of my pussy.” She said with a gleam in her eye, “Only right that I get to see something.”

She looked directly down at my groin. We were stood in the middle of the street. It was daytime, and while it was a fairly quiet street, cars did come up here from time to time. I looked furtively up and down the street and then quickly unzipped my jeans. I fished around and pulled out my cock which was still throbbing.

“So that’s what was poking me in the arse.” She said with a grin.

I wanted her to touch it, to suck it, to guide it into her pussy, but she just stood there looking at it. It twitched a couple of times and I was scared that I was about to cum but I did not.

“You’re married aren’t you?” She asked.

“Yeah.”

“Shame. That’s a nice cock and I wouldn’t mind having some fun with that.”

“I’d like that too.”

It was her turn to look around. She then grabbed my hand and led me around to the other side of the van.

“Why don’t you have a wank for me?” She said looking at my cock, “You can cum on my pussy if you like.”

I took my cock in my hand and started güvenilir bahis siteleri to rub myself off. The girl lifted her top and exposed her tits. Clamping her arms to her sides to keep it from rolling down she then grabbed the waistband of her shorts and pulled them down at the front along with her briefs. Her pussy was shaven and very rounded like the rest of her.

“Now, no touching.” She said, “Step forward so that when you spunk up it will go all over my cunt.”

I started to masturbate furiously. It was a mix of being scared that we would be caught and that she would change her mind.

“That’s it.” She said, “Make that cock spunk.”

My balls ached and my cock felt raw in my hand. I could see her plump tits and belly and her puffy shaven pussy. Then it happened. My cock twitched a couple of times and I guided the end of my cock towards her slit and emptied my load all over her cunt.

“Oh wow.” She said as my cum jetted all over her pussy.

“Fuck.” I said as my orgasm subsided and my cock stopped squirting cum all over her.

She ran a finger over the tip of my cock and then started to rub my cum all over her pussy. She adjusted her legs and pushed a finger inside.

“That was amazing.” I said as she pulled her panties over her cum splattered cunt and adjusted her shorts over them.

“I’m going indoors to play with myself.” She said and leaned forward to plant a quick kiss on my lips.

“I might do the same.” I replied.

“Maybe one day I might let you cum inside me.” She said with a wink.

“Can’t wait.”

“Put your cock away.” She said and allowed her t-shirt to drop and cover her tits.

I pushed my still hard cock into my jeans and zipped them up. She checked her clothes and then with a smile, turned and started to walk away.

“Oh yeah.” She said and looking back over her shoulder, pulled her shorts and panties down enough to expose her buttocks, “I want to try anal one day. Maybe you’ll be lucky.”

She adjusted her shorts and with another suggestive look over her shoulder, walked away.

“Maria.” She said, “That’s my name, just in case you was interested.”

“Thanks Maria.” I replied, “I’m Jamie.”

I watched her reach the corner and she turned back again.

“Might let you fuck me next time Jamie.”

With that, she was gone. I stood there for another minute and then went home myself. I do not think I will moan about going to shop again and I will definitely be looking out for Maria. A chubby little cum slut. My cock twitched again as I imagined her laying on her bed and frantically playing with herself.

THE END

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NOTE: Happy holidays to adults. Anyone else shouldn’t be reading this.

“Oh, Henry?”

“Yes, Maggie?”

“It’s a cold day. Come and her and let me give you something to keep you warm all day at work.”

The two newlyweds kissed hungrily at the door to their modest apartment. They paused to gasp for breath. Then they kissed some more. Henry stepped back, wiped his brow, checked the front of his pants, and went to work.

Maggie stepped back into the apartment and shut the door behind Henry. How she missed him when he had to go to work! God, she thought, if only he could be home banging me within an inch of my life every day!

Trouble is, there’s no living in that. Maggie chuckled a little at her bitter joke. But there was nothing funny about the way they were living paycheck to paycheck. Christmas was coming. Where would either of them get the money to buy presents?

She would find a way! Maggie was so in love with Henry that she was determined to get him just what he wanted for Christmas. Even if it took some sacrifice to pay for it. And … even if it made Maggie hurt just a little bit inside.

She pulled her bathrobe closed and walked into their bedroom. Maggie opened Henry’s junk drawer … the place he must have thought she would never look! She took the pile of owner’s manuals to all their various appliances out of the way — and lifted out her husband’s secret stash of girlie magazines.

Maggie smiled at the titles. TOP-HEAVY, STACKED TO THE MAX, and WHAT KNOCKERS! There was no secret about what Henry liked. His wife paged through and found the two models that were his favorites. Tessie Titts and Helen Himalayas. There was a girl/girl layout featuring the two of them that Henry had looked at so often, the magazine automatically opened to that page. Look at those women, marveled Maggie. Their busts were enormous. Bigger than anything she’d ever seen. Tessie was a blonde and Helen a brunette, but beyond that, their frames were so dominated by their surgically-enhanced torsos, that any other distinguishing characteristics were simply dwarfed.

Maggie sighed. She guessed that her 36F bra just didn’t hold enough to catch her husband’s interest. Well, not compared to these goddesses of the gigantic breast here in the magazines. Maggie always wanted to dress to show off her substantial bosom … with tight-fitting, low-cut blouses, and strong lacy bras underneath. She longed to bounce a little whenever she walked just to watch the men salivate … as every man in the room would look at her husband with envy. She would just beam, knowing that all she had to offer was his and his alone.

But Maggie had worn bulky sweaters and baggy jeans when they met and fell in love. Since Henry had never bahis firmaları said anything to the contrary, Maggie assumed that was the way he preferred her to dress. She figured that his fantasies were filled with the overblown boobies he saw in his magazines, and her flesh-and-blood big ones just didn’t measure up.

All right, she thought, she’d get him what he wanted! A little investigating on the Internet, and she had found just how much it would cost to hire his two favorite big-bust models for a private orgy. Maggie would deliver Tessie Titts and Helen Himalayas to her beloved Henry … just as soon as she figured out how she would pay for it. Hmmmm…

An ad in the back pages of her local alternative weekly newspaper caught her eye. “Women wanted for experimental breast reduction surgery. New technique. Must be D cups or larger. Substantial remuneration…”

Maggie carefully dialed the number.

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Henry walked into the lingerie shop. A thin, bright-eyed young girl stepped up to help him. “What can I get for you today? Something for the little woman?”

“Well, she’s not a little woman,” said Henry, with a smile. “In fact, she’s …” He held his hands in front of his chest to show the girl what she meant.

“I see!” said the salesgirl. “Do you know her size?”

“Yes, I peeked last night,” he whispered. “Her bra is 36F.”

The girl whispered back. “You know you’re a lucky man, don’t you?”

“I sure do!” said Henry. “And she’s never dressed to show off her voluptuous beauty. I want to get her everything! Lacy bras, fur-lined babydoll jammies, high heels, crotchless panties … the works!”

“Yes, sir!” said the girl, eager to make a big sale.

“Uh — how much will that cost me?” asked Henry, timidly. The salesgirl discreetly wrote a figure on the back of her business card and handed it to him. Henry glanced at it and turned white. “I … I … I’ll be right back,” he said finally, and headed for the door.

Henry wandered the downtown streets. How would he afford the gift he wanted for his wife? He walked past a blood plasma facility. Henry remembered donating blood plasma for beer money in college. Half a block later, another sign caught his eye.

SPERM BANK

Henry wondered. Do they pay…?

He walked through the front door.

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Are you sure about this?” asked the surgeon at the clinic. “It’s not reversible. If I make your bosom smaller … it stays that way.”

“Of course I’m sure,” insisted Maggie. “I … I need the money.”

“I know you’re interested in the money, Maggie, but …” the doctor sputtered. “Well, this procedure is designed for … women who’ve had back problems, and the like! kaçak iddaa Maggie, you look … just fine!”

“No, I want to have it done,” said Maggie, on the verge of tears. “I want the money, and … my husband just doesn’t find me attractive. He’ll never know the difference.”

The doctor eyed Maggie’s large and shapely breasts one more time. “I find that hard to believe.”

“Please! Can it be done before Christmas?” asked Maggie.

“I want you to think about this,” said the doctor, leading Maggie to the door. “I’ll pencil you in for December 24th. If you decide to go through with it, you’ll have the money for Christmas. But…” he helped himself to one more peek down Maggie’s blouse. “…I hope you come to your senses, and I never see you again! Enjoy the holidays.” He shut the door to the clinic and left Maggie standing in the corridor.

She began thinking it over as she walked back to her car. She knew her mind was made up. She’d just have to plan to have the money on Christmas Eve.

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Yeah, we pay,” said the young girl behind the counter at the sperm bank.

“How much?” Henry asked.

The girl smiled. “What do you need?” Henry handed her the business card from the lingerie shop where the price was scribbled. “Well, for that much money? We … we … we need to take all you have! How shall I put this? I warn you, to make the kind of money you want in that short a time … you’re going to be spent. Fresh out. It’ll take you weeks to ‘save up’ again, if you know what I mean.”

“That’s all right,” Henry insisted.

“In fact, you’ll need a few days to build up your supply!” laughed the young girl. “Look at magazines, go to strip shows, fantasize … but don’t come. You understand? Come here the morning of the twenty-fourth. You’ll be ready.”

“Okay!” said Henry, relieved that he’d be able to treat his wife to those beautiful and sexy outfits.

“And let me know if there’s anything I can do to help!” said the attractive counter girl, as Henry hurried home.

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It was December twenty-third. Christmas Eve Eve, Henry liked to call it. Both spouses were nervous about their plans for holiday gifts. They ate their supper in silence.

Afterwards, Maggie could no longer contain herself. “Oh, Henry? I can’t wait until Christmas! I’ve never been able to! Even as a kid, I had to know what I was getting!”

Henry sighed and began to giggle. “Me neither, baby. I guess that’s just one other reason why we got married.”

“So tell me what you’re getting me!” said Maggie in feverish excitement.

Henry smiled. “All right,” he said, and went to get his briefcase. He pulled out a lingerie catalog and handed it to Maggie. “Open it,” kaçak bahis he urged. Maggie saw beautiful and sexy outfits circled. “For me?” she asked.

“Yes, and won’t you look yummy?” said Henry. “Your lovely curves, your creamy thighs, and…”

“And what?” said Maggie.

“Well…” Henry was blushing. “Your big, bouncy breasts! I’ve always adored them. I would so love you to dress to show them off!”

“And I would love to!” shouted Maggie. “Henry, I had no idea,” beamed Maggie, smiling at her beloved. “How will you pay for them?”

“Just never you mind that!” admonished Henry. “Now it’s your turn.”

Maggie smiled devilishly and scampered off to open Henry’s bedroom drawer. She plopped down his well-worn copy of WHAT KNOCKERS!, open to the girl/girl layout featuring Tessie Titts and Helen Himalayas. “What’s this?” said Henry, a little shaken.

“I’m having them come here to treat you to your own little orgy, my sweet!” cooed Maggie.

“But … but … Maggie! These girls aren’t flesh and blood! They’re fantasies. you’re my baby,” said Henry, reaching out for her.

“Oh, come on,” said Maggie. “I’m supposed to believe that? I know how you lust after those girls and their big bazoombas.”

Henry whispered into Maggie’s ear. “Honey, look down. You’ve got some pretty spectacular bazooms yourself.”

“But they’re not like…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Henry in a soothing voice. “Those girls probably have more plastic in ’em than a landfill. If they’re not images completely fabricated using computer-generated graphics. But these…” His hands began reaching into her sweater, wedging their way into her tight bra. “These are the stuff dreams are made of. And you’re my dream girl.” His hands hurried to cover as much of her considerable surface area as they could, as he kissed her hungrily. Abruptly, Maggie broke the kiss.

“How were you going to pay for the sexy outfits?” she asked.

“Donating sperm,” he said. “I probably wouldn’t be able to screw for a month.”

“Oh, no!” Maggie yelped. “And I was going to pay for the orgy by having my bust reduced.”

“You were what?” shouted Henry. There was a silence. Henry began to laugh. Maggie laughed, too, as they melted into each other’s arms.

“Here’s what we do,” said Henry. “You make your two phone calls. Cancel the surgery and call off the hookers. I’ll turn up the heat in the apartment.

“Okay,” agreed Maggie.

“Then I’ll make my calls,” said Henry, adjusting the thermostat.

When the calls were made, Maggie and Henry attacked each other on the living room floor. “Why turn up the heat?” asked Maggie.

“So we don’t have to wear any of those pesky clothes!” answered Henry. Maggie laughed as she peeled off her 34F bra. Her breasts spilled over her two hands as she held them up as an offering.

“Now what?” she giggled.

“Now we fuck from now ’til the New Year!” growled Henry.

And they did.

THE END

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I am tired of people giving me shit. It started in junior high school and got worse in high school. My brother Todd was the worse. In high school he was the typical sports jock, dating the cheerleaders and popular with all the cool kids. When I was studying math or on the chess club Todd would rib me pretty good and tell all the girls I was gay. His friends would join in too. Sometime they would play practical jokes, moon us and mess with my homework.

After I went to college, my brother married his high school sweetheart Mary. They bought a nice house on one side of town and I have an apartment on the other.

The overall distance is not that far, but I rarely visit. Todd works as a sales guy and Mary works as a sports therapist. Every now and then I am forced to go visit for birthdays and family gatherings. When I do, they act like we are still in high school. they ridicule my clothes, my lack of social skills and lack of dating options.

Mary could be as bad as Todd, sometimes worse. If she is drinking, her personality changes completely. Everything from telling her friends how I was a virgin to grabbing my crotch and asking me if I was a male. Todd would laugh and encourage her to pull my pants down and check.

But enough about me, this story is about how I got back at the both of them and now life is so much better.

It started right around when Mary and Todd’s house was burglarized. They were away for the weekend and some electronics were stolen. Todd called me over to

ask for my help in setting up surveillance.

“How long is this going to take?” Todd asked.

“About another 10 minutes. It would go faster if you helped.” I responded.

“Yeah, well I got money to make. I have a customer appointment and you cant be here.”

Todd seemed nervous and kept checking his cell. About 15 minutes later, I was wrapping up and he comes back in.

“Well does it work geek-boy?”

“Yes, just need to load the app on your phone and Mary’s”

“No, just mine. She don’t know how to use that shit. Show me where to change the password.”

“Why? I just set it up?”

“I want to be the only one to login. Mainly because I don’t want you or your perv friends to be checking my wife out by the pool.”

I showed him and then the doorbell rang. He told me to get out, his customer was here. When he left the room, I setup my own login and alerts. I thought it would be a good idea to check out that bitch Mary since summer was coming. As much as I hated her, I had to admit she was a very good looking girl and years after high school still had that cheerleader body. So what if I see her in a bikini, that bitch “owed” me.

I was done and started walking out when I noticed his customer was a very beautiful blonde. Todd glared at me and I walked out and left. A few days later, I was

at work in my office when my boss advised me that I was heading to a two week conference in Las Vegas. Normally I detest conferences, but Las Vegas is fun, even

for us geeks.

Travel day came and I got there early. I had some lunch and headed over to my favorite strip club. After dropping some money there, I head back to the hotel. I

cruise through the lobby and by the bars and there are lots of pretty girls. Of course, they all ignore me. The next day, I am in a middle of a lecture on internet

security when I get a text from Todd. I dont answer it, figure I will call him back at lunch. I finish my lunch and call.

“What’s up Todd?”

“Danny, where are you?”

“Im at a business conference, what do you need?”

“I need you to setup another security system at my office. Can you come over?”

I relish these moments when I can tell him no.

“Nope.”

“What? What do you mean no?”

“I am in Las Vegas, I am here for two weeks.” I tell him confidently.

“Vegas? what are a bunch of propeller heads gonna do in Vegas? I thought you guys congregated in the Silicon Valley?”

I roll my eyes and cant wait for this call to end.

“Hey, Mary is going out there for a week with her friend Vicky for some girlie girl vacation nonsense. Will, you do me a favor?”

“Sure, what?”

“Stay away from them, I want them to have a good time loser.”

Always a charm.

I forget about Todd and focus on my conference. I meet some pretty smart folks and spend the next few days learning new tricks and sharing some homegrown software. Before

I know it, the weekend is here and I decide to spend my Saturday by the pool. I doze off for awhile, but that is cut short when my cell rings. It is Todd.

“Hello?”

“Danny, quit playing with your joystick and give Mary a call.”

“For what?”

“She is bitching about her camera or something and needs it looked at.”

I dont like being told what to do.

“Can’t right now, maybe later.”

“Danny, I dont need her bitching at me and complaining. Call her now.”

“I am with a customer so wait.”

Hey, he was getting on my nerves.

“Geek boy is lucky he is in Vegas, or I might get you güvenilir bahis in a head lock. Just call her today”

I hang up. Screw him and his wife.

I Leave the pool, get lunch and go back to the room. I watch a movie and my cell rings. It is Todd. I let it go to VM. After the movie, i am taking a crap and the cell rings again. I finish and check my cell, it was Mary. I give it another 45 minutes and call her.

“Danny, where the heck have you been?”

“What do you need Mary?”

“My camera is not working and I cant get the chip out. Come over and take a look.”

I think about being a dick.

“Cant you go buy one? I am getting ready for dinner.”

Mary starts laughing.

“Danny, is it dinner for one?”

Shes laughing, shares her comedic skills with her friend. Her friend laughs too.

“I gotta go.”

I hang up, I don’t have time for this.

I got out to the strip, check out a show and head back to my room. I am asleep when the cell goes off. Mary is calling again. I look at the time, 2am. fuck, I answer.

“What the hell Mary it is 2am.”

“Shut up, I need your help.”

“What is it?”

“Just come over, quick”

I get her location and head over. I am amazed at the number of folks walking around at that hour. I knock on her bedroom door. She lets me in. She still is dressed to party wearing a nice short black skirt and white blouse. She looks great, but drunk.

“What is it?”

“Shhh, Vicky is sleeping.”

I look around the suite. There are two beds, Vicky her friend is passed out on one of them. I knew her from high school too, she was part of Todd and Mary’s little clique. She lives on the same block as Mary. She is married, hubby’s name is Derrick and is a buddy of my brother.

“What do you need?” I whisper.

“We partied tonight and I spent a little too much. Do you have some money?”

“Are you fucking kidding me? You woke me up at 2am to ask for money?”

“Shhh, keep it down. Look, Vicky and I got carried away at the craps table. We fucked up. I get paid in two days, just need some cash until then.”

“I don’t think so, why should I loan you cash?”

“Don’t be a dick, we are family. We fuck with you because, your, uh, come on, don’t be a pussy.”

She is slurring her speech. Almost dozes off while standing. I grab her before she falls down.

“Are you OK?”

“Please Danny, hook me up?”

I figure it is less pain to just give in.

“Fine, I got to go down to an ATM.”

“Take the room key, I am gonna lay down, just place the money in my purse. You are my favorite geek.” she whispers.

I head down to the lobby, interact with the ATM and head back. I let myself in and go wake her. Mary is passed out. Looks like she was going to change, there are some PJ’s next to her. She is practically nude. She has no bra, but panties are on. I start to get an erection just looking at her body and her boobs. Always wondered how they looked and even thought they may be fake, but they are not. I cant help myself and take out my cell and take a pic or two. A little more payback.

I was about to leave, but couldn’t resist. I reach out and touch one of her breasts and feel my heart r as it is so soft and I cant hold it all in one hand. She seems to feel it and begins to move. I let go. I head over and put the money in her

purse. I notice the camera and take it as I might as well fix it. As I pull it out, I notice something a married woman alone on vacation should not have. It is a pack of condoms, and it looks like at least one has been used. I start to wonder what kind of partying they did and what they spent their money on.

I head back to my room and check out the camera. Seems to be ok, maybe it was user error. I connect it to my laptop. I start browsing the camera and see if there is anything on the chip. I find some images and video on there. I check the photos first and see the girls drinking and eating dinner, then pics on the Strip. Then things get a bit raunchier. They are in a male strip club and the girls are real hands on with the guys. In one photo Vicky has her hands down the pants of a male stripper. In another shot, Mary is getting her nipples pinched

by a male stripper. In another Vicky is french kissing some other female.

The photos end there, but there is video. I run the first video and it is the beginning of the night, they are toasting and laughing. They get to dinner and the video ends.

The next one is at an adult video store. they are laughing and playing with the dildos on display. Mary gets hold of one that is freakishly large.

“This is what I have been missing.” She says into the camera. She then faces the dildo. “Where have you been all my life?”

The girls are laughing hysterically. Some of the male patrons cover their faces. The girls find the blow up dolls and crack jokes.

“We should get this for your brother-in-law. What’s his name?” Vicky says to the camera.

“Danny would not know what to do with a doll, let alone a woman.”

“Then türkçe bahis maybe we get him that dildo?”

They keep giggling. Mary follows Vicky around the store when suddenly Vicky waves excitedly to follow her to the booths in the back. They come up to a peep show booth and Vicky is peeking through a curtain at someone in a booth. She looks at the camera and motions to the camera that some dude is jerking his meat in there.

Mary tells Vicky to go in. Vicky does. Mary gets to the curtain and pulls it to the side to poke the camera through.

The guy in there looks about 45 and looks to be a construction worker. His dirty shirt, jeans and cement covered boots point to that profession.

He realizes he is not alone.

“What the fuck is this?”

“Hey, sorry, I didn’t know the booth was being used.” Vicky says.

The guy looks a bit startled, but stays cool and takes a second to start jerking his meat again.

“Can we watch you do that?” Mary asks.

“Sure darling. You can touch it if you want.”

Mary puts the camera on Vicky and then back at the guy. The guy is scooting down to the edge of the seat and pulls his pants down more.

“It is nice and thick” Vicky says.

She reaches out and feels his shaft. She jerks it a few times and then moves her hand down to his balls. Construction guy closes his eyes and smiles.

Mary zooms in on his penis. All we see is Vicky’s hand stroking him when the camera zooms out and we see Vicky getting down on her knees.

“Can I suck it?” Vicky asks as she already has the tip in her mouth.

Mary says “OMG” and the man just grunts and grabs Vicky’s head and pushes her down completely making sure she swallows each inch.

Mary is starting to breath harder and is also enjoying the show. I am too as I have inadvertently started rubbing myself.

Back on the video, the guy stops Vicky, pushes her off. He gets up and pulls Vicky towards him. He starts to kiss her, pulls up her blouse and feels her breasts. His exposed penis is pressing against her belly. He breaks the kiss and swings her down on the stool. He lifts her skirt and spreads her legs. He reaches in and pulls off her panties. Vicky looks at Mary and closes her eyes when construction guy starts to eat her out. Vicky is thrashing about and grabs his head and shoves his face and tongue deeper into her vagina. He suddenly stops.

As he stands back, he tells her “Open your legs up and hold your skirt up. Let’s fuck.”

Vicky says nothing, and looks at Mary.

“Hold on girl.” Mary heads back to the front of the store and the video is all over the place. I can hear Mary asking the sales guy for some condoms. She pays and doesn’t wait for the change. She gets back to the booth and goes all the way in. She is too late. Vicky is humping him already and she is moaning. Mary tries to get her attention. When she does Mary shows her the protection. Vicky does not care as she is completely focused on her Vegas lover.

“Yeah baby, you are hot.” construction guy tells Vicky as he starts pumping her harder. She is moaning and totally enjoying her little fling. Construction guy reaches for her breasts and starts to play with her nipples. He has a breast in each hand. Vicky grabs one hand and sucks his middle finger. He pumps harder and she keeps pace.

Mary is moaning too and she inadvertently points the camera down to her crotch area and we see she also has her skirt up as she has been fingering herself. She points the camera back to the hot couple. Construction guy looks over at her and tells Mary to get closer. When she does he takes his hand and reaches under her skirt. He is fingering her pussy as he fucks Vicky. I cant hold it any longer and make a mess in my pants.

Construction guy isn’t done and he pulls out his sticky fingers from Mary’s pussy and makes Vicky lick them. He looks back at Mary.

“Are you two married? Seems you are with those fancy rings?”

Mary and Vicky are silent, he starts to finger Mary more. He also makes a request to our camerawoman. “Make sure you record when I cum inside your friend.”

Mary backs up and the construction guys removes his fingers from her. She keeps filming. Construction guy grunts and fills Vicky with his seed. When he finishes, Vicky does too. They slow down and eventually stop as they are spent. Vicky eventually gets off construction guy. Mary is filming still and we see some cum drip out of Vicky. Mary helps Vicky gather herself and they try to leave. Construction guy stops them.

“You’re next gorgeous” he tells Mary and starts to kiss her. she tells him to meet them out back by the dumpster. he buttons up his pants and takes off.

Video ends. There is one more. I play it.

It is back in the room. I seee the floor, the wall, the table. Someone is talking while holding the camera. I hear Mary and Vicky.

“Do you want me to stay?” Vicky asks.

“No, go gamble or something. Make sure you turn off that camera, Todd would kill me”

“How come you filmed me?” Vicky protests.

“It was güvenilir bahis siteleri all of a sudden, a mistake. We will erase it.”

There is a knock at the door. Vicky has the camera and places it on the table. But it is still recording.

“Go” Mary says. She sits on the bed, waiting for her gentleman caller.

“Hey, come in.” I hear Vicky say.

No response from their guest.

“I’ll be down in the casino Mary” Vicky says off camera and the door closes.

Finally a male dressed a little nicer walks in. I assumed construction guy changed, but it is the male stripper who was pinching Mary’s nipples in the photo. He is an African-American built like a football player. He walks over to Mary and starts kissing her, but not before she stops him.

“Do you want a drink Roy?” she asks, her voice trembling a bit. She gets up from the bed.

“It’s Ray, and Im good. Come over here and sit with me.” he motions her back to the bed. Mary pours herself a drink and downs it. She heads over and sits o his lap.

“Girl, you be looking fine tonight. What are you and your girl celebrating?”

“Nothing really, just had to get out of the house.”

“Oh shit, you’re married.” he says as he grabs her hand and checks out her wedding ring.

Mary is silent and it seems she did not like to be reminded of that. He leans in and kisses her on the neck and with one hand reaches up and squeezes her tits.

Mary closes her eyes and reaches down and starts rubbing Ray’s manhood. And so it begins. The next 2 hours are incredible. Ray and my slut sister-in-law put on quite a show. I cant watch more than 10 minutes without making a mess.

I made a copy of everything and then went to sleep. I slept like a baby knowing I had Mary where I wanted her.

It’s Sunday so I get up late and eventually make my way to the buffet. After that, I head back to the room and do some studying and get ready for another week of conferences. It is about 1pm, when my cell rings. It’s Mary, the slut.

“Morning precious, how are you feeling?” I inquire.

“Do you have my camera?” she sounds worried

“Why yes, I do. I was gonna take a look at it later. But I can start now.”

“NO! don’t worry about it, where are you? we will pick it up.”

I tell her what she wants to know and hang up. About 30 minutes later the gals show up. I let them in. Vicky and Mary look like they just got up.

“Where is it?” Mary demands

“Where is what?” I ask with a smirk on my face

“Don’t fuck around, the camera.”

“Oh that, it is over here.” I show them over to where it is hooked up to the TV and playing the videos. Vicky starts to cry and Mary’s covers her face.

“Turn that off right now fucker!! I told you not to mess with it. You stupid fucker, I hate you!” Mary screams

Vicky is sobbing and wont look at me.

“My marriage is ruined. I just wanted to have some fun. Derrick is always gone. Why did I do that?” she screams into a pillow on my bed.

Mary is a bit stronger. She is fuming and wants to smash my face in.

“Give me the camera. you better not say shit to anyone or I will fucking strangle you!”

I disconnect everything but let her know some things.

“I wont tell anyone, but on a few conditions.”

Mary gets the camera and sits down with Vicky. I walk over to them.

“Lets get one thing clear. Shit is gonna change between you two and me.” I get right up in their pretty little faces.

“You are not going to talk shit to me. In fact, don’t talk to me ever. I don’t care about either of you.”

“I do not want to hear fucking comments, jokes or shit.”

“I expect your husbands to do the same. And finally…”

I get up next to them and drop my pants.

“You will suck me, fuck me and do whatever I ask whenever I ask until I am tired of your asses. Start sucking.”

Mary glares at me, but Vicky is already inching forward and reaching out to grab my dick. Mary stops her.

“You little fuck, you want to extort us? You want to stick that pathetic cock inside us? Fuck You!”

“OK, I guess Todd and Derrick will be getting some video to watch.”

“Fuck you. First of all, Vicky fucked that guy. All I did was watch. So fuck you. You can bang Vicky.”

Vicky is surprised by how quickly Mary turned on her.

“Fuck you Mary. I knew you filmed me on purpose. Danny, I will do what you want, I beg you not to show Derrick!”

I take the camera back from Mary and connect it again.

“What the fuck are you doing?” Mary asks.

“Just want to show you some other video.”

I fast forward to Mary’s encounter with Ray. She turns white, She is caught.

“So, like I was saying. I don’t show the videos to your husbands, you do what I say. Deal?”

“Yes.” they both say in unison.

“Great, start sucking.” I declare triumphantly.

“Not yet, please. I know we just promised. Its just that we are hung over, need a shower and are hungry.”

I think it over. I didn’t think about that, but no problem.

“Fine, be back here at 3pm.”

“Can we suggest something Danny?” Mary asks.

“What is it?”

“Can you help us with a fantasy?”

I am surprised by Mary’s quick change in attitude, but then she is a slut.

“What are we talking about?”

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He came in to peruse the latest installment of new releases, hoping something would pique his interest. He strolled up and down the aisles, carefully examining each cover that caught his eye. As he was turning the corner from the science fiction racks to the shelves of horror stories, he noticed her sitting at the little table in the back of the store. She was nursing a large latte from the coffee shop next door, and pouring herself into one of those trashy romance novels. She looked up when he chuckled, and he quickly diverted his eyes back to the Stephen King book in his hands, not wanting to seem like a creep. He read a few pages, knowing he wasn’t going to buy a second copy of Four Past Midnight, but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave the store.

He looked up after a few minutes, and she was still studying her soft core porn. Her dark auburn hair cascading down over her shoulders. Her silk blouse showing the shape of the pert, firm breasts that it was draped over, her hard nipples poking gently against the fabric. Her black flowing knee length skirt was gathered in her lap, pulled taught against her thighs, which were crossed one over the other, showing off her shapely calves. She had abandoned her high heels under the table, giving her feet a break from their workday constraints. She took another sip of coffee as she turned the page, looking around to see if anyone was watching her. She didn’t notice him standing by the periodicals rack, watching her every move.

At 2:15 pm on a Tuesday, there weren’t many people in Margie’s New & Used Book Emporium. There was the college coed at the cash register, who couldn’t care less about what was going on in the store, instead concentrating on her calculus homework and whatever new age band was pumping through the headphones from her iPod. There was the old man at the front table, happily flipping through today’s edition of the Washington Post, though everyone knew he came in here daily to watch the cashier, not read the paper. And there were the two of them, in the back of the store, each trying not to let the other notice that each was checking the other out.

He picked up a copy of E&R magazine and sat at the other table in the back of the store, facing her from across the room. He appeared engrossed in an article about the new Oakland Bay Bridge, and went ten solid minutes without glancing across the room. When he looked up again, she was bent forward, hovering over the book as though she were the one studying calculus. She was holding the book on the table and open with her left hand, and her right was nestled in the folds of her skirt. He thought nothing of this until he realized her hand was moving, slowly and deliberately. He could just barely see this movement in the shadows under the table, and thought his imagination might be playing tricks on him. But, he noticed, her legs were no longer crossed at the thighs, but canlı bahis were slightly parted instead, with both bare feet on the floor. She looked up at him, and, before he could hide his amusement, she smiled. He grinned like the cat that ate the canary, knowing now that what he thought he saw was real. She leaned back in her chair and slid forward a bit, causing her erect nipples to strain against the silk of her blouse. She spread her legs wider, letting him get a good view of her fingers stroking her pantiless crotch. She flipped the book over, and gently rubbed and pinched her nipples with her newly freed hand. She was smiling and biting the corner of her lower lip.

She quickly sat upright, flipped her skirt back to a proper position, and grabbed her book. The mischievous look on her face was instantly replaced by one of studious interest as she began reading again. As he wondered why her games had ended, he saw the cashier turn the corner, heading for the restroom. She giggled, hiding her face behind her book, as the cashier disappeared down the hallway. When the cashier passed back by, returning to her studies and iPod, he walked over and sat across the table from her.

“You know, real life never happens the way those books do.” He said, smiling at the fact that he had mustered the confidence to talk to such a beautiful woman.

“What a shame,” she replied, “this one’s about a man and woman who meet at a book store.”

“Really? What happens?” he inquired.

“They fuck like rabbits in the bathroom.” She said, biting her lip again, trying to hide an evil smile.

“Oh, I didn’t know it was a documentary” he quipped as she stood up, straightened her clothes, and headed toward restroom sign. As she entered the hallway, she looked over her shoulder at him. He was staring at her, watching her beautiful shape sashay away. She smiled as she pulled her skirt up, showing him the full gorgeous form of her bare peach of an ass. He tripped over the leg of his chair as he tried to get up and follow her, and, though he caught his balance after a couple of steps, he couldn’t hide his embarrassment as his face turned red. She giggled again as she disappeared through the bathroom door, her fingers seductively toying with the top button of her blouse.

When he reached the threshold, he stopped and looked around, making sure no one was watching. When he was sure no one knew, he slipped through the door and locked it behind him. She was standing with one foot on the floor, and the other on the sink, leaning back against the partition that separated the commode from the rest of the room. Her full thigh was exposed to him, and her right hand was dancing under the loose hanging fabric of her skirt. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned, hanging loosely over the hard nipple of her left breast, with her left hand inside massaging her right breast. Her head was thrown back against bahis siteleri the green plastic divider, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, with a series of barely audible Ohs and Ahs escaping with every breath.

He walked over and cupped the back of her neck with his right hand, pulling her to him and kissing her deeply. Their tongues did the dance of desire as he fumble with his zipper with his left hand. She stopped playing with herself, reached in, and pulled his thick limp manhood out. She put both hands on his massive tool and began stroking it, slowly, massaging its full length. He pulled his mouth away from hers, and they both looked down at her soft gentle hands bringing his member to life. She pushed him back away from her and, without taking her foot off of the counter, bent forward, holding the counter with one hand and his belt with the other, took half of his cock in her mouth, sucking gently. She bobbed up and down a few times, inhaling more of him with each stroke, until she had his full length in her mouth. She held him there for a few seconds moaning and moving her head side to side. She pulled her mouth off of him, admiring the saliva slickened surface of his veiny muscle. She inhaled him to the root again, applying more of her oral lubrication. She did this over and over, leaving more of her saliva on him each time, until it was dripping from the underside of his pole. He looked down and saw she had taken her hand off of the counter and had put it back between her legs. He stepped sideways, with her mouth on his pecker, turning her so that he could watch her handy work in the mirror. With her ass turned toward the wall, he pulled her skirt up to see that she was repeatedly plunging her middle and ring fingers deep into her soaking wet gash.

He stood her up, pulling her eager mouth away from his throbbing hard cock, and dropped to his knees. He pulled her hand away from her juicy pussy, and buried his tongue inside it instead. She let out a little squeal as he wiggled his tongue inside her. With her skirt lying across his face, he was flying blind, so he felt his way around. He worked his hands up and down her torso, along her firm abs, up to those perky, firm tits. He massaged them, with her hands on the backs of his, and he could hear her moaning as he gently pulled on her clit with his teeth, flicking it with his tongue like a boxer on a speed bag. Her knee buckled as she climaxed, grinding hard against his mouth, and leaving her juices all over his chin.

She reached and grabbed his shoulders, pulling him up to eye level. She licked his chin and let go a little “Mmmmm” as her hand guided his cock to her honey hole. He filled her with his man meat, and awkwardly pumped in and out, trying not to knock them both over. It was impossible, with her foot on the counter, to get his full length inside of her, but he worked with as much as he could.

Finally, he bahis şirketleri pulled her foot off of the counter and pushed her back ward to the counter, still deep inside her. He grabbed the backs of her thighs and lifted her to a seated position on the counter, and she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper. Her eyes rolled back and her mouth hung open in disbelief when he shoved his full length inside her, stretching and filling her in a way she had never felt before. She contracted around him in orgasm almost instantly, relishing the full feeling. She had never even had a dildo that could fill her up the way he was.

He began working his manhood in and out again, filling and stretching her with every stroke, her wet pussy tight around his massive cock. He secretly pulled his cell phone out of his pocket and fumbled it open. He manipulated the keys to get it into video mode, and hit the record button. He held it up to get a close up of the union of their flesh, of his dick working in and out of the most beautiful cunt he had ever seen. When she opened her eyes and noticed that he was videotaping, she just smiled and said “No faces, okay?” He grinned and began thrusting faster, capturing every plunge in high resolution.

She threw her head back in anticipation of the coming orgasm. Her back arched, and the silk of her blouse fell away from her tits, fully exposing her body to him. She bucked and rocked and ground against him as another wave of ecstasy took over her body. She couldn’t have stopped the screams of passion, even if she wanted to, as every nerve in her body became electrified with pleasure.

As she came back to Earth, he pulled his cock out and stroked it feverishly, spewing squirt after ample squirt of his love juice all over her taught abdomen, heaving tits, thin neck, and a drop or five on her beautiful face. She looked like she had been attacked with a Super Soaker of cum, but she didn’t care. She had had her cake, so she didn’t mind a little mess with the icing.

He slipped his throbbing cock back inside her, letting it continue to twitch and pulse until his orgasm was over. Just the throbbing of his massive manhood was enough to get her off again, and she constricted hard around his throbbing love muscle, thrashing and crying out one more time.

When she finished and relaxed, he stepped back and panned up her body with his camera phone, taking in every square inch of her cum covered body while she tried to regain her composure. He even got a close up of her gaping and swollen pussy, but she just laid there and let him.

After a few minutes, and after he was done playing with the camera, she glanced at her watch.

“Oh shit! Let me borrow your phone!”

“Why?” he asked.

“Mine’s out there on the table” she said, as she grabbed it away from him. She dialed a number and waited. When the voice on the other end answered she said “Janice! Hi, it’s Sherry. Let him know I’m running a little late getting back from lunch… yeah… something came over me.” As she wiped the semen from her tits, and licked it off of her finger with a grin.

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It was only 10am and we were already on the prowl, our eyes scanning each passing male that walked down the promenade of the local mall. This early, the only carriers of the XY genes were either old men or young boys, neither of which appealed to our somewhat open tastes in the opposite sex.

‘On the prowl,’ Jesus Christ that sounds bad, like the two of us are a couple of nympho sluts that love nothing more than getting gangbanged at the drop of a pin. I’ve always considered the term ‘slut’ to involve promiscuous sex on an obsessive scale, yet Tash and I could count on a single hand how many dicks have entered our pussies. Not that we’re averse to riding the odd cock, we just save that particular sexual experience for either a special guy or a special occasion.

We have, however, racked up the total number of blowjobs into the hundreds, if not thousands, since leaving school and entering the world of adulthood. At the tenacious age of twenty apiece, Tash and I have carved a perfect little niche for ourselves in the town of Green Hills, finding our finely turned talents for performing fellatio to be a form of currency unto itself.

“Meg, tell me again why we got out of bed so fucking early – it’s Monday and there’s no one here!” Tash whined.

“Like we were gonna get anything important done just sitting around in bed all day.”

“Maybe I wanted a nice morning fuck from you,” she replied casually, coolly. An elderly couple just happened to walk past at this most inopportune moment, their eyes bulging at the obscenity flowing from such a pretty young girl’s mouth.

I grinned at Tash, but then apologized to the elderly couple with a shrug. When they were out of earshot I said, “I’m really craving dick this morning.”

“You’re always craving dick!”

“I know, but this morning I’m really hankering for it. Must be all that chocolate we ate last night, don’t they reckon it’s a powerful aphrodisiac?”

“I dunno,” Tash said, surveying the exposed food court with a three hundred and sixty degree scan. “You’re the bookworm, not me. Hey, didn’t you want that new bikini from Surfer’s Paradise? I think Rob is opening the store today, and we both know he’s got a pretty suckable cock.”

“Tempting, but I’m after some fresh meat this morning.”

Back when tangible currency had revolutionized the world, trade and bartering had been its predecessor. For two years Tash and I have reverted to this dated existence, trading our expert talents giving head for food, shelter and material possessions – lots of material possessions. Our landlord, a rather scrawny fellow who goes by the name of Dave Willis, has, for the previous two years, received two blowjobs per week, and in return he gives us free lodging in the gorgeous apartment building he manages.

We live like queens – albeit cocksucking queens – wanting for nothing we can’t purchase with a quick smile, a husky admission of our intentions, and then a quick drop to our knees once the male in question comes to a mutual understanding of how the transaction works.

You see, men can’t say no to a blowjob. It’s so easy to persuade your way into a man’s pants even if he’s married with three kids, because all they need to hear is ‘a blowjob isn’t cheating, sex is’ and they’ll unzip their flies and flop it out in haste. Most don’t even require that.

When it comes to their cocks, men have all the restraint of a heroin addict with a needle in one hand and a piece of rubber tube in the other.

Tash clicked her manicured nails on the wooden tabletop and stared at me with her big brown eyes. Her lips, slick due to the constant application of her apricot lip gloss, curled into a playful smirk that made me tingle downstairs.

Many people, both of the male and female variety, have noted that we look like sisters, and have in fact been mistaken for it on quite a few occasions. This only serves to flatter me on a monumental scale, because Tash is the embodiment of all things sexual and sensual. With long, sleek legs; a tiny waistline; generously sized breasts that beg to be fondled; and a face that can make grown men slobber like little babies, it’s no wonder I take it as a huge compliment to be lumped in her league.

“I wish we’d stayed in bed,” she pouted. “I’m totally bored.”

Each candidate that walked past was either too old, too young or just plain too ugly for me to get down on my knees for. And I was really starting to itch for some action. My right hand yearned to be filled with a nice, stiff penis, and my mouth watered at the thought of swallowing as much as I could take, which was quite a lot with two years of full-time practice up my sleeve.

Waiting for the right guy to walk along could take hours, so I took some initiative and said, “How about we make things interesting.” This was our typical opening line for when we wanted to play a game, and upon hearing it Tash transformed from being slouched and disinterested to upright and curious.

“What do you have in mind?”

“Well,” I replied coyly, flicking my shoulder length bahis firmaları hair out of my eyes, “seeing as you won’t shut up about not fucking me this morning, how about we use that as the stakes; if I win you have to be my sex slave for the rest of the day, if you win I’ll be yours.”

Tash licked her shiny lips. It had been a couple of weeks since we’d used that card as collateral in a bet, and judging by the smoldering look in her eyes she desperately wanted me to lose. “And the terms?”

“How about you give me ten minutes to find a guy and suck him off, then get back here with a mouthful of his cum.” Just imagining a guy spurting sperm into my mouth made me want to stroke my meowing pussycat.

“Ten? I think you’re being a little too generous. Five sounds a bit fairer to me.”

“Okay, five minutes.”

Since we play games of this caliber on a frequent basis, Tash reached into her handbag and withdrew an electronic stopwatch. It was a small black unit that was attached to a thin nylon cord, which Tash looped around her neck.

“Let the sucking begin,” she grinned, and then initiated the countdown on the stopwatch with a click of a button.

^ ^ ^ ^ ^

I wasn’t going to win the bet.

This conclusion hadn’t been reached via a heretofore untapped reservoir of psychic abilities but more or less because I wasn’t in the frame of mind to race against the clock. I wanted to savor the unknown cock I was going to suck, tease it and be as downright naughty and dirty as a girl can get while kneeling on her knees.

Also, I was in a submissive mood and nothing appealed to me more than playing the role of Tash’s bitch for the remainder of the day.

So I ambled along main strip slowly and took my sweet time. I dawdled. A few cute guys did cross paths with me – staring first at my unrestricted breasts as they bounced around inside my tight tank top, then at my face, and afterwards I can only assume at my firm round ass as it swished back and forth. Although guys constantly ogle everything from my toes on up, my ass always receives special attention, particularly when it’s revealed to the world, as it is today, in my favorite pair of cut-off jeans. The taut material hugs my curvaceous ass cheeks as if it’s been painted on, leaving very little to the imagination.

But none of these handsome fellows made my mouth water. That adrenalin-fuelled urge to lunge at them and tear their shorts off never came.

Three, possibly four minutes had ticked by and I was still empty of both hand and mouth. Total frustration hadn’t set in yet, but I was getting antsy.

It may appear to most people that Tash and I use our female charms solely for the benefit of maintaining a carefree and jobless lifestyle, only this couldn’t be further from the truth. Our hunger for sucking men off drives us, so much so that half the time we obtain nothing more than an anguished moan and a mouthful of sperm for our services. We throw business into the mix with pleasure – not the other way around.

And right now I was scouting for pleasure. Or, more to the point, on a mission to give pleasure to one lucky guy.

My sandal clad feet carried me towards the mall’s newest addition, a Classic Movies video store, which had only recently relocated here due to the fire which had destroyed their previous occupancy. As of yet, neither of us had journeyed inside, therefore a question mark hovered over the store’s adequacy regarding its male staff members.

It was empty. Customers and employees alike must have fled the moment I stepped foot in the shop, possibly because it was written all over my face that I was going to go down on a guy in public.

“This has gotta be some kind of conspiracy,” I muttered.

Rows and rows of DVDs and video tapes were separated by empty space, revealing to me that, after a brief walk from one end to the other, neither male nor female resided within. Where the hell was the clerk? Had a portal opened up Sliders style and sucked him into a parallel universe, albeit one in which there wouldn’t be a horny twenty-year-old cocksucker sizing him up for a round of head? Would Fox Mulder walk in with Scully in his wake, flash his FBI credentials, and then hypothesize that aliens, the government or some unknown factor had given him due course to open an X-File down at the local Classic Movies in the Green Hills Mall?

“Can I help you?” asked a soft, quietly spoken voice. It belonged to a man.

I held my breath and turned to locate the owner. Standing behind the service counter, looking a wee bit shy and self-conscious, was a handsome guy in his early twenties, not eyeing me crudely but in a way a man does when he holds a healthy appreciation towards the opposite sex. His face was friendly and slightly tanned, framed by a shock of tousled black hair that fell across his vision whenever he moved his head. His plastic nametag identified him as Ricky.

My sandals slapped loosely against my heels when I walked over to the counter. “I think you can help me,” I replied, lacing my words with a hint kaçak iddaa of a sexual undertone. I strode to the end of the counter and unlatched the waist high door dividing us – the customers – from those who are authorized to stand guard behind the counter. My chocolate-brown eyes never left Ricky’s, which widened hysterically as I walked up to him and slipped my arms around his waist.

“Wh-what are you doing?” he stammered, glancing around nervously in case we were being observed. “You’re not allowed back here.

I tightened my grip and my body collided firmly with his. With nothing separating us but his Classic Movies polo shirt and my fluorescent pink tank top, my breasts squished invitingly against his chest and my nipples hardened.

After I lowered my chin into the crook of his shoulder, I said, “I needed a hug.”

“But you don’t even know me.”

“Does that matter? Imagine how much nicer the world would be if we just gave a stranger a hug now and then.”

Seconds later his palms were caressing my back, sliding over every contour, and this clearly illustrated his was more than a friendly embrace. Just knowing that he wanted me was cause enough for me to salivate profusely from both ends. I was eager as hell to worship him with my mouth, to suck it until the evidence of his satisfaction would arrive in the form of my mouth being filled with his semen.

But as excited as I was, like all men, he had to be teased into submission first.

“Have you ever kissed a girl whose name you haven’t known?”

We lifted our heads, gazed into each other’s eyes, and he shook his head. “N-no, I can’t say I have.”

“Would you like to?”

“Oh, yes,” he murmured.

Our lips touched. At first his were trembling, as if by some small miracle he was cold on what could amount to be one of the hottest days of the year. As the duration of the kiss increased so did his confidence, prompting me to take it to the next level. Moaning with devilish delight, I wormed my tongue in between his lips and sought out his, and for a few minutes we made out with the passion of a pair of lovers on their honeymoon.

Left breathless, intensely horny and itching to lay my lips on another part of his body, I ceased kissing him and slipped my arms around his neck. “You had orange juice at breakfast, didn’t you?” I queried, licking my lips.

“And Cocoa Puffs. But yeah, I had the orange juice before I left for work.”

The closeness of our bodies and the heat generated from the scorching kiss was too much for Ricky to handle. The nature of human biology had immediately set in, giving him rigor mortis of the cock. His face flushed the color of an overripe tomato and he attempted to hide his newly erect state by shifting the lower half of his body away from me; but I parried this defensive strategy by moving in for the kill – I shoved him against the counter and thrust my hips against his, enjoying the pained expression on his face as he squirmed against me.

I stroked the side of his face and ran my other hand through his shaggy hair. “Stop being such an ass,” I demanded affectionately.

“But–”

“No. No buts. Do you have any idea what a compliment this is?” I rotated my hips against his hard-on for emphasis. “I managed to turn you on with a hug and a kiss, and I’ve hardly even touched you! Don’t you dare try to hide the affect I’m having on you, because I want to feel it. I like feeling it. A girl takes pride in being able to give a guy a nice, big stiffy.”

Ricky let fly a nervous laugh. “You’ve definitely managed to give me one of those. Hell, and I still don’t know your name.”

“Who cares what my name is.”

“I just thought that…”

I brushed his fringe out of his eyes and offered him a warm smile. “What? You just thought what?”

“I just thought that you’d wanna tell me your name, that’s all.”

“It’s Megan Carrey,” I conceded. “But pretty much everyone calls me Meg.”

“Nice to meet you, Megan”

“Meg,” I amended.

“Okay, Meg it is.”

After wrapping my arms around his neck again, I leaned in and nuzzled the tender hollow of his throat. I nipped at the soft skin, teased it with little bites and licks, and then showered his neck with tiny kisses all the way up to his ear. “Good boy,” I whispered sexily. “You’re already starting to obey me.”

“Got any other orders for me?” he joked.

“Actually, yes, I do. I want you to stick your hand inside my cut-offs.”

When he didn’t answer I tore my lips away from his ear and gazed into his soulful brown eyes. The look on his face was absolutely priceless – a mixture of giddy rapture, incredulity and embarrassment were but a handful of expressions taking up residence.

“Where?!”

“My cut-offs.” I stepped away from him and pointed at my crotch. “Right here. You’ll have to unzip them first ’cause they’re really tight.”

Rarely am I this playful with the guys I go down on. There was something about Ricky that struck a unique note, something illusory that I couldn’t quite pinpoint. Tash and I never have kaçak bahis sex with a man unless the other is present, so I would have to run it by her that I’ve found a prospective ‘special someone’ that I may want to bring home.

“Is this some kind of prank?”

I pinched the zipper between my thumb and forefinger and eased it down slowly, making sure that the metallic teeth were given the opportunity to make their unmistakable sound. “Nope. Just push your hand inside and cop a big ol’ feel of my pussy.”

“This is insane,” he muttered, reaching towards the strip of exposed skin with a shaky hand. The tips of his fingers grazed my flesh, and when they ventured inside my cut-offs a thousand butterflies tore through my stomach and left me weak at the knees.

While exploring my pussy with a gentle caress, Ricky surveyed the shop with a quick, paranoid glance. No one else had entered the store.

“Is it usually this quiet in here?”

“It, um, doesn’t usually, um, pick up until midday.”

God he was cute. His eyes were constantly flickering between my face and crotch, although occasionally this arduous journey would require him to stop at my breasts to take a short break. My nipples were stiff and poking through the thin cotton material of my tank top.

“Is she juicy?”

“Oh, yes,” he sighed, and then added, “I can’t believe you’re not wearing any underwear.”

“I never wear panties. The same goes for a bra, unless of course I have some kinky lingerie. You see, I like to remain accessible at all times, ’cause a girl never knows when she’ll meet a guy and ask him to shove his hand between her legs.”

“You’re incredible,” he said with a smile. “A little peculiar, but incredible nonetheless.”

I thanked his flattery with a protracted kiss, savoring the sensation of his slick tongue and low moans as he kissed me back. Ricky was a decent kisser, tender where many men were rough.

Although not saturated with moisture, there was definitely a level of sticky precipitation accumulating downstairs, and after letting him play with me for what felt like hours – but was probably mere minutes – it suddenly occurred to me that instead of focusing my teasing talents on Ricky, they had in fact backfired onto me.

Still sucking eagerly on Ricky’s delicious, orange juice flavored tongue, I quickly undid the zipper on his black work trousers and forced my hand inside, annoyed to discover that I had to navigate my way into his briefs as well. Once inside, my fingers curled around his engorged length of flesh. He groaned audibly into my mouth, sending a pleasant vibration along my tongue and down my throat.

I tore my lips away from his. “Honey,” I panted, “since I made you this hard, I think it’s only fair that I make it soft again. What if I suck on it for a while, do you think that will work?” It was my intention to sound spontaneous, as if the notion of sucking him off hadn’t even occurred to me until I slipped my hand inside his pants.

“Meg…”

“Yes, Ricky?”

“How did you…” He paused and then glanced at his nametag. “Oh, the name badge.”

“Yup. So what were you going to say?”

Ignoring my question, Ricky extracted his hand from between my legs and zipped up my cut-offs. His next course of action was to grab my wrist and drag my hand out of his trousers, but I would have none of that – I gripped his penis like it was a safety tether and didn’t let go.

“Meg, we can’t do this.”

“Jesus, what would your friends say if they knew you were trying to turn down a blowjob? Huh? They would kick your ass, and rightly so.”

“But–”

“Nuh uh, I told you before, no buts. Now, you’re going to stand here like a good boy while I take care of your not-so-little problem down there, and if you even think about stopping me I’m gonna get angry. You don’t want to see me when I’m angry. It’s not pretty. So…to keep me in a happy mood you’re going to have to let me suck your cock, okay?”

Not even hesitating for an answer, I dropped to my knees like a falling Acme safe from a Looney Tunes cartoon, and as I made contact with the plush, freshly laid carpet I yanked his trousers and briefs inside out down his semi-tanned legs.

It was a beautiful cock, thick and straight and as hard as a block of frozen ice. Even with one hand still wrapped around the base of his shaft there was still enough available exposed flesh for me to apply my other hand, which meant he was definitely bigger than average.

I’ve looked at a lot of men’s faces from this position – on my knees, dick in hand, my mouth watering with the anticipation of being filled with a delectable length of man meat – and this fine specimen’s was as adorable as any I’ve gazed up at.

Ricky’s eyes were transfixed on mine, unwavering. He caressed the side of my face, stroking my skin with his soft, clean palm. At this point, most men wouldn’t be able to restrain themselves from either grabbing the back of my head or wrapping their hands in my hair, both being methods to force my mouth roughly onto their cocks to relieve some of the tension. But not Ricky. He seemed like a genuinely sweet guy, and although this typically made no difference to me, I felt it to be my duty to reward his kindness with a pretty special blowjob.

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For Lili

At first, there was only the slight rocking movement of the cot she lay on; that, and the dim sounds of the open sea, seeping through the cracks in the oiled boards. As Lili came slowly to her senses, the events of the past few hours came flooding back to her: the excited days of packing for her family’s return to London, servants filling chest after chest with fine dresses and jewelry; the first few uneventful days at sea, spending most of her time in her cabin with her books and her dark thoughts of the tall midshipman with the piercing eyes; and then the sudden, savage attack on her father’s boat, from the black-sailed sloop they had never seen coming in the watches of the night.

As Lili’s eyes adjusted to the gloom, she began to piece together what must have happened. She remembered the cries of the crew, the sounds of clashing steel, and her maidservant coming to her with a hushed exhortation to stay indoors, with the door firmly bolted (At barely 18, her maidenhead was a treasure even more firmly protected by her lord father than all of his gold). But it was all for naught; as she shivered on her bed, soon after the door was split in two by a powerful kick from a boot, and rough hands seized her, bundling her into someone’s strong arms. She swooned, and remembered no more — and now here she was, in a strange room, on a strange ship.

And yet it did not seem like a cell; the door was of course firmly locked, but as she looked around, she saw paintings on the wooden walls, and looking back she saw that she had been laid, fully dressed, on a large bed, topped with a fine down comforter and what looked like silk sheets, even softer than those she had known at the family home in Jamaica. Perhaps they had indeed been rescued from their plight, and were on another of Her Majesty’s vessels, on their way to their destination.

Her question was soon to be answered, it seemed; powerful footsteps were making their purposeful way to her door, and she sat back down on the luxurious bed, trying for a pose of graceful calm. She heard what sounded like a dozen locks and chains being pulled aside, and the door swung wide, revealing the silhouette of a towering man, a shadow cast from the lantern on the wall behind him.

“Good,” he said in a low rumble of a voice, accented with a dialect close to her birthplace — Scotland, perhaps, or Ireland. “You’re awake. I trust you enjoyed your beauty rest, my lady”

The way he said the word seemed to drip with irony, and it was at that point Lili was sure she had fallen into the hands of the only remaining enemy of the British Empire — a lowly pirate.

As her captor swung the door closed behind him (she heard other hands fastening the locks once more — they were taking no chances that she would be sly and try an escape), he came into sharper focus in the cabin’s gaslight. He stood more than 6 feet tall, and was broad and well-muscled — a fact that was apparent despite his long coat. A trim beard decorated his chiseled features, and his eyes were like intelligent flecks of flint as he looked her over, making her feel as if she were naked before his gaze. It

seemed as if she saw him smile as her cheeks reddened, and he nodded almost imperceptibly. “Yes,” he rumbled again, his voice dark and deep. “You’ll do, well enough.”

Lili found her bravery and her voice at this. “Well enough for what, sir?”

Her jailer smiled wider. “Sir? Why, I like that — that’s a good start. A respectful start, young Lili Hughes. To answer your very good question, you’re good enough to be my new — consort, let’s say. You’ll stay here, and do as I say, and you’ll keep your lovely things,” he said, casting around the room with a gesture. “And if you disobey me, you’ll be overboard sharing your fine dresses with Davy Jones.” At this, he turned to go, after one long look up and down her body, from the fiery curls of her hair, over her slim neck, the full swell of her bosom straining at her corset, the shapely hips in a fine green satin dress, and her ankles and dainty feet on the wooden boards. “Think on that awhile.”

“My household,” she said, stepping forward a little, bolder still now. “If I’m to be held hostage in some way… why, my father –“

“Your father’s dead,” the man growled. “I’m your father now, missy.”

The thick oaken door slammed resolutely shut behind him, and Lili’s senses finally reported to her what she had seen; a pin on the man’s jacket, an unmistakable silver lion with an eagle’s wings. She was in the clutches of Captain Roark — the Black Griffin. She sank onto the bed and wept, for her family and what she had lost, and for what she might yet lose.

It was difficult to tell how much time had passed — her cabin had no porthole — when Lili heard her door being opened from without once more. She had located a chest of her belongings which had been deposited with her, and changed into a fresh slip and a deep blue velvet dress which had always been her favorite. Perhaps if she could plead to the Black Griffin’s better qualities he may still release her. Pirates did always play at gentleman, with güvenilir bahis their own codes and rules. Mayhap there was something she could offer him to sway his hand.

Lili stood by her dresser, caught in the act of brushing her long curls as Roark strode into the room, his eyes seeming to once again claim her, own her. It was not hard to see how he had risen to his infamous position — he exuded a dark confidence. She knew at once she must not risk his anger.

“You’ve changed,” Roark said, as he stood with his hands on his hips, watching her.

“Do — do you not like it, sir? I can put the green dress on again –“

“No,” he said, eyes drinking her in. “No, I like this one. But from now on, I decide what you wear, and when. Is that clear?”

“Y-yes, captain Roark.”

Another sly smile. “An intelligent girl, this one. I’m glad I chose you. There was another — a ripe little serving wench who would have made fine sport — but I knew you would be a sweeter fruit to pluck.”

“Thank you, Captain,” Lili said softly, her face flushing down to her cleavage. The things he inferred were monstrous and frightening but the kindness and admiration in his words affected her. She was used to growing up in a home where her brothers got far more than the lion’s share of her father’s affection, and here was a man pinning her in place with his eyes and praising her beauty and brains. “I have always been a good student.”

“Well, that remains to be seen now, doesn’t it?” Roark growled. “I fancy you’ve never attended the types of lessons I have in mind for you — but yes, I think you’ll do just fine. I know the type.”

Lili murmured her thanks again, her thoughts a jumble as she wondered just what he meant, and then he was stepping forward, taking her hand — not unkindly, she thought.

“Turn around,” Roark said, his eyes burning into hers deeply. Lili obeyed, slowly turning in a circle as he held her delicate hand, as if they were dancing at a Christmas ball. Even with her back to him, Lili could feel the Griffin’s eyes boring into her, and she had the queerest sensation that, without a word or a touch, he would be able to unlace her bodice and strip the clothes from her firm young body with only a glance, leaving her exposed before him. What was even more uncanny was that part of her — a secret part of her that buzzed in the back of her head — would not mind if he did. Would stand before him, pink and ripe, and wait for his judgment.

Once Lili was facing the captain once more, he released her hand — reluctantly, it seemed. “It is very well,” he said, nodding, with a ghost of a smile on his cruel but handsome face. “Let’s begin.”

Lili did not know quite what to expect as Roark stepped slowly closer to her, his dark visage above her, face unsmiling — a beating? Would he take her virginity there and then, to claim ownership of her as a chattel, a commodity? Instead, he slowly moved around her, staying close, examining her from every angle, it seemed. He stopped behind her back, and she could feel his warm breath on the back of her head. Lili waited, trying to be still and show no fear. If she could placate this legendarily cruel man, perhaps her ordeal would be over the sooner for it.

She started slightly as she felt Roark’s hands on the lacing of her bodice (it had been hard to put on without handmaidens, but by lacing it at the small of her back she had managed to retain her ladylike demeanor); his hands were nimble and swift for being so large, and no sooner were the lacings between his big fingers than the corset was loosened and he removed it, setting it on her dresser chair.

The Griffin moved back around in front of Lili, looking down at her once more. She was tempted to cover her bounteous breasts with her arms — without the bodice, they seemed to push even more fully at her

velvet trappings — but she was determined to show boldness without disrespect. Somehow she knew that was what he wanted from her.

“You don’t need that” — he said softly, pointing to the bonework corsetry — “to show your blessings, as a lot of women do. I like that. Most of them need to cheat a man into thinking they have a good deal more than the lord gave them. You’re a ripe one,” he completed, one hand — so softly! — cupping, caressing her full, ripe breast through silk and velvet. Despite herself, Lili felt her flesh responding, goosebumps down her arms and her nipple stiffening under the captain’s ministrations. “Th-thank you, captain,” Lili said, trying not to show the catch in her voice.

“Do you like when I praise you, little girl?” Roark said, both hands on her now, kneading more firmly, squeezing lightly, thumbs rubbing at the points where her nipples strained at the material. “Do you like when I touch you?”

Lili knew this was the tipping point; make him happy and perhaps her stay on this ship would be shorter-lived. And yet, in the candlelight, with this man standing over her, his touch claiming and caressing her at once, she answered not out of a need to be done with this, but out of the simple and pleasant truth that was even now coursing türkçe bahis through her, warming her stomach and heating her loins.

“Yes, Captain Roark. I like it… oh, very much.” Lili even found herself smiling slightly, and sighing as his hands grew a little rougher on the globes of her breasts.

“I have many names, but Captain Roark is what my men call me,” he continued, hands exploring her ripeness, eager and insistent, and Lili found herself wishing they would move elsewhere on her body, move everywhere, touch her in all of her secret places. She bit her full lower lip, keeping her eyes on him. “I would not have that name come from your … sweet, sweet lips. Since I am to be your keeper, for as long as it pleases me, perhaps you shall call me Master?” His hands gripped roughly now, seeming to be eager to tear the velvet from her body and brand her with his heat. “Or… perhaps…”

Roark broke off his touch, and Lili moaned in her throat, unable to control herself, missing his gruff hands. He moved around behind her again, pressed against her, and she felt his heat pressing into her from behind, warming the globes of her ripe bottom. His hands immediately found their home again, squeezing, and he lowered his head, his lips so close to her ear that she jumped in his arms.

“Perhaps…. Since I am to be your protector, and Lord, and Master, and all the things your lord father was to you… I’ll have you call me.. Daddy.”

The word had never conjured up such dark images as it did now; of the captain making Lili his consort, his plaything, of slick skin in the dark and whispered forbidden words and all the things that sometimes ran through her mind late at night between the sheets with a hand between her long legs. It seemed perfect for this man, who would claim and keep her, and do with her as he would.

“Daddy…” Lili murmured, her head spinning. Her body was moving of its own volition now, reacting to the captain’s roaming hands and deep, dark words. She felt her arms raise, her hands moving to Roark’s short dark hair as his lips sought out her neck, kissing, tasting, his tongue licking warmly as he groaned

and growled in his throat. She felt the sea change within her; she feared this man as no other, yet she wanted him to lay with her, to do all the things that a husband, a lover should do, and more, so much more. He had surely learned such things from his battles and travels and she wanted to be his student. Was this why he chose me? she wondered. Did he see something within me? A desire, a willingness to surrender to him?

Roark pressed more urgently against her, his hands grasping now. His lips never left her slim, elegant neck, and she turned, slightly, so that she could watch this wanton tableau in the mirror over her dresser. She looked to be a different person that she could ever have imagined; eyes dark and wide, lips open and wanting, and hair loose and wild, her hips undulating and swaying as this man, this pirate, took what he wanted from her body. She watched entranced as his hands pulled her dress down, tearing it, the sound sharply filling the room, and then her breasts were in his hands, nipples aching and pink and hard.

“Do you like my breasts…. Daddy?” Lili said in a low deep voice thick with wanting, surprising herself. Roark smiled and shook his head, and Lili’s heart fell, but he continued.

“Very, very much, baby girl… but if you’re to be mine, we’ll use the correct names for things. Breasts are what fine highborn ladies possess, tucked behind their bodices day and night, never to be seen by man. These…” he hefted them, kneading and squeezing, ” … are tits. Beautiful, beautiful tits. And this…” he moved his hands, cupping her buttocks cruelly, squeezing and kneading, “is your ass. And what a glorious one it is.”

Well pleased with his words, Lili laughed low in her throat, and wriggled slowly out of her dress and slip, letting it puddle around her feet, watching in the mirror all the while. She set one heel on her dresser chair — who are you, bold strumpet? she thought — and slid her hands up her inner thighs, exposing her mound to him. She had it shaven in the summer to reduce hear and keep cleaner, and now kept it that way, finding it pleasant to the touch, although her own fingers were the only ones which had ever explored that honeyed hole. “And this, Daddy? What is this, pray tell?”

Roark’s hand slid around over her smooth stomach, nudging hers out of the way and gently playing near the little nub just above her lips, not touching — yet. “Why don’t know you know, miss?” he said, a smile in his voice. “This here’s a delicious little pussy. Or if you have a rougher tongue — and I often do — then it’s a cunt. A hot … sweet … cunt.”

These words were filling Lili with warmth through her body, from her hair to her toes and back, and she wanted more – so much more. Reaching behind her, Lili grazed her fingers over the bulge in the pirate’s trousers, gripping what felt like a solid bar of heat, and rubbing, feeling every inch the wanton tavern wench, knowing that her life was changing on güvenilir bahis siteleri this day. “Ohhh my lord… and what is this?”

“Turn around, sweet girl. I would have you see when I name it.”

Trying to rein in her eagerness, for in truth Lili wanted nothing more at this moment than to be flung onto her new feather bed with this man plowing between her legs, taking her maidenhead with a frenzy she could scarcely imagine, she turned, naked, stepping from her dress and pushing it aside with one foot. Her captain, her owner, her Daddy stood before her, tall and broad, pushing his black but resplendent greatcoat from his shoulders and letting it join her dress on the floor. In his white shirt, dark pantaloons and high boots, he looked every inch the dashing gentleman she was used to fantasizing and dreaming about, but with a dark twinkle in his eye that she would not have featured in her daydreams — but which she now felt was the crucial element. Her gaze dropped to the crotch of his trousers, at the large bulge pressing there against the black material, and her breath caught in her throat, her nipples seeming to stiffen even further, points of pleasant pain tipping her breasts (Your tits, she corrected herself. If you’re to be his strumpet, and God you know you want to be, then those are now his sweet big tits).

Captain Roark started his hands to unlace his trousers, but Lili boldly caught his wrist. “Please, Daddy… let Lili do this for you.”

Roark’s eyes were inscrutable, at once burning with lust but tinged with kindness. “As you will, my little baby.”

Lili once more pressed her palm against the throbbing heat of his groin, amazed at the warm pulsating feeling vibrating up her arm. It seemed to grow with every second, with every touch, and she longed to see it… to touch it.. lord, even to taste it, to indulge in all of the carnal acts she had overhead the scullery-maids and housekeepers whisper about in the halls of their manor house. And yes, oh yes, to have it inside her, making her a woman, finally, a woman who belonged to a real man.

The Griffin remained stoic and silent, his eyes marking her, and she felt as if this were a test, as if she were back in Jamaica, with her fencing master eyeing her form for a mistake, a poor stance or a weak lunge. Unlike her stuffy home lessons, however, this was a test she was bound and determined to pass. She stepped closer, still gripping Roark through his trousers, and kissed him boldly, pressing her lips to his and feeling his breath slip between them. At once his hands were in the curls of her hair, and he was pressing his mouth to hers, tasting her, his tongue invading, darting wet and hot into her. Lili rubbed at his growing manhood, pressing her tits into the captain’s chest and melting into the kiss, feeling him urgently claiming her with his hungry mouth, his fingers digging into her curls as he held Lili fast to him.

Reluctantly Lili broke free of the deep kiss (only her second, but the weak peck she had received from Henry, the stable boy, mattered not a whit compared to this man’s kisses) and licked her lips slowly, smiling up at Roark as she touched his lower lip playfully. “You taste of wine and meat, captain,” she purred. “As a man should.”

Lili returned her full attention to the task that she was determined to do next; her slim quick fingers, trained from years of needlework, made quick work of her captain’s lacings, and she dipped her hand into his waistband, immediately finding it filled with the thick, long, hard organ of his lusts. She felt lightheaded as she worked it free, Roark’s trousers pooling at his ankles as she firmly grasped the stiff tool in her little hands. Lili lovingly stroked it up and down, and it responded, pulsing and twitching, the

skin pulling back as the bulbous head emerged (like an angry snake slipping from its cave to strike, was the first thought in her head). Lili gazed up at the Griffin, biting at her lip sensuously.

“And this, my captain, my strong Daddy?” she softly voiced. “This is…?” Lili knew very well the words for this beast, she had heard the staff whispering mostly about this, and had learned the most ribald terms by heart, but she played along, ever the innocent girl.

Captain Roark, the Black Griffin, scourge of the West Indies, smiled indulgently down at her as his weapon hummed in her little hand. “My little darling,” he said, “My strumpet, my slave, my slut… this is your Daddy’s cock.”

“Cock,” Lili said, letting it roll from her lips slowly, smiling languorously. “A big… fat … hard cock all for little me?”

“Oh yes, babygirl,” Roark said, sighing deep. “Enjoy your treat.”

Lili needed no further invitation, and she sank to her knees, making sure to never take her eyes from her Daddy’s. She ran her hands over his muscled thighs, dancing them around to his buttocks and back again, and all the while his cock bobbed in her pretty face, hard and inviting. Roark unlaced his shirt and pulled it over his head, standing over her, his torso tight and firm, and Lili lost herself further, biting her lip and letting out a groan. A day ago she had been a governor’s daughter, bound for her family’s country estate, and now here she was, a pirate’s doxy, his to command and control, and yet she felt that this was how she was meant to be from now on.

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It was 8 PM, Monday evening, and Chris Knight had just arrived home. He was eagerly awaiting his date the next day with a woman he had just met on a flight two days earlier, Ms. Olga Petrovsky. They had texted one another a number of times during the day, as though they were a couple that had been together for years.

Just after having eaten dinner, Chris’ phone rang while watching Monday Night Football. From the caller-id which appeared on his television screen, he could see that it was Olga.

“Hi Olga, how are you this fine evening?”

“Very well sir, and you?” said Olga.

“I’m doing just fine, now. Work was a real bear today. Just got in about an hour ago,” Chris said with a bit of laughter in his voice.

“What was the problem?”

“Just the usual, too many projects and not enough time. My boss’ boss keeps saying they plan on hiring additional staff, but it never happens.”

“Poor baby,” Olga said mockingly. “Don’t worry, I’ll remove all of your stress when I see you tomorrow,” Olga said devilishly.

“Is that so, Ms. Petrovsky?”

“You can bet your life on it, Mr. Knight.”

“Well, after last night, I have no reason to doubt your abilities,” Chris said knowingly.

Olga let out a satisfied laugh and said, “I am certain you will be able to help me out as well.”

“I will definitely give you my best. In fact, I’m doing some stretching exercises so I’ll be nice and limber for you,” Chris said jokingly.

“Honey, please don’t pull a muscle, I don’t want anything to jeopardize our date,” stated Olga, before bursting into laughter.

“Don’t worry dear, wild horses couldn’t keep me from our date tomorrow,” Chris said happily.

“Good, let’s keep it that way.”

“Anyway, how was your day Olga?”

“Busy as usual. I was hoping after I was finished here, in New York City, I could return home and stay for a week or two. However, one of my clients has an urgent need for merchandise from Asia, Indonesia to be specific. Therefore, I’ll be on a flight from Moscow to Indonesia bright and early Saturday morning.

“You certainly get around. I see why you need to fly privately, air travel needs to fit your schedule.”

“You’ve got that right, but it wasn’t always like this. When I first started out, I had to plan my entire life around the schedules of the airlines. I had to sit in coach on crowded airplanes. At least now, I can travel in comfort and fly as my schedule dictates. But enough about our boring work lives, what do you have planned for me tomorrow?”

“That’s a surprise…but I know you will like it!”

“Now, I really can’t wait. Please, give me a hint?” pleaded Olga.

“Now now Olga, all good things come to those who wait,” said Chris in a playful fashion.

“Ok, you win. I’ll wait until tomorrow.”

“Thank you Ms. Petrovsky. I promise you that tomorrow will be special. “

“I already know that it will special – Do you know why?”

“No, why?” said Chris inquiringly.

“Because I will be with you,” Olga said sincerely.

Chris hesitated for a moment and then said, “Tomorrow will be special for me as well. These last few days have been like a dream for me. I wish you didn’t have to leave.”

“I feel the same say, but we’ll definitely stay in contact. With all of the electronic means of communication at our disposal, it shouldn’t be a problem for us to speak with one another, every day. Besides, with the way we both travel, our destinations are bound to overlap or we’ll just make them overlap. Beyond that, who knows what the future holds?

“That’s true Olga…who knows what the future holds? But for now, we’ll just live in the moment,” Chris proclaimed.

“Agreed,” said Olga before hesitating briefly. ” I think this is perfect place to end our conversation for tonight… because right now I’m really tempted to ask you if you would like to engage in bit of phone sex, like the previous evening. However, I don’t want to do that, because that will make tomorrow that much better.”

“Alright Olga, I agree. The same feelings were beginning to take hold of me as well. Good night and see you tomorrow, dear.”

“Good night dear Chris, tomorrow will be wonderful.”

“Yes, it will. Good night.”

Both Olga and Chris hung up their phones. Chris watched the remainder of the football game and then went to bed. Olga read a bit of a book and then fell asleep as well. Both fell asleep greatly anticipating the day to come.

It’s now 11AM, Tuesday, and Chris Knight is at work. He works as a programmer/analyst for U.S. Technologies.

U.S. Technologies specializes in creating customized business-related computing solutions for large companies, governments and militaries around the world. U.S. Technologies has offices located throughout the world. Chris’ office is located on East 24th Street in New York City.

As Chris sits at his desk writing computer code for one of his latest projects, he receives an e-mail notification. After switching over to his e-mail software, he sees that the e-mail is from his güvenilir bahis supervisor. Furthermore, from the title of the memo, he sees that he’s been invited to yet another “Special Workgroup” meeting. Chris knows that whenever these meetings are called, he should be prepared to travel, soon.

Today’s meeting is scheduled for noon in a special conference room known as a SCIF (Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility). SCIF is just a fancy set of words used to describe a room which has been designed to be eavesdrop-proof. The conference room is sound-proof and prevents electronic signals from both entering and escaping. It is also equipped with specialized communications equipment that utilizes the latest encryption technology available. Before a meeting is held there, it is swept for the presence of electronic bugs. Only individuals with U.S. government security clearances are permitted to enter. That rule is enforced by the Federal law enforcement officer who is always stationed at the entrance to the SCIF.

It’s now 3:30 P.M. and Chris is preparing to leave work early to meet Olga. Just as he turns off his computer, his cellphone vibrates on his desk. When he picks it up he sees that it is a text from Olga. It reads, “When you arrive at the hotel, please come up to my room. The number is 1050. I am running a bit late. Thanks, see you later, Olga.

Chris succinctly types back, “Ok, see you then, Chris.” Chris then grabs his jacket and heads out of the office to meet Olga. When he arrives downstairs he immediately heads to the florist across the street to pick up a bouquets of flowers for Olga. After purchasing the flowers, Chris checks his watch and sees that it is now 4:00 PM. Under normal circumstances, Chris would normally take the subway uptown. But, since today was special, he did not want to hassle with a crowded subway. Therefore, he opted to catch a good old New York City taxi.

Chris took about three steps into the street and held up his arm to wave down a taxi. About 40 feet ahead of Chris, on the same side of the street, a man of comparable age stepped out into the street to hail a taxi as well. Within two minutes a yellow cab appeared and picked up the man. Chris continued to hold up his arm up in an effort to wave down the next cab. Three minutes later, another cab sped past Chris and picked up another man about 60 feet beyond Chris’ location. Seven yellow cabs and fifteen minutes later, a cab finally stopped for Chris.

This sort of thing infuriated Chris whenever it happened, however, it came as no shock to him. Racism and prejudice were still alive in 21st century America and because he was black, he was no stranger to it. Every person that had been picked up by a taxi, while he waited, had been white. As the taxicab weaved its way uptown to the the Hilton Hotel Midtown, Chris calmed his fury with thoughts of spending time with Olga. He was determined not to let the thoughts and actions of backwards people affect his life.

Twenty minutes later, Chris arrived at the front door of the New York Hilton Hotel Midtown. Chris paid and tipped the driver, walked into the hotel lobby and headed for the elevators. The time was now 4:40 PM.

Somehow, despite all that had occurred, Chris was only ten minutes behind schedule. He had made dinner reservations at the famous Russian Tea Room, just three blocks away. Based upon the current time they would have no problem making their 6 PM reservation.

The elevator arrived. Chris entered the elevator and it quickly ascended the ten floors to Olga’ s floor. Based upon the signage across from the elevator doors, Olga’ s room was to the right and approximately three doors down. So Chris went right and ten seconds later arrived in front of room# 1050.

Chris knocked at the door. Seconds later he was greeted by Olga’ s voice, “Be right there.” Olga looked through the peephole door viewer in the door and a second later opened it.

“Hello love, I have been waiting for you,” Olga said cheerfully.

“Sorry darling, got caught up in a little traffic on the way.”

“Come in, Come in…I will be dressed in a few minutes. I just got out of the shower.”

“I see that,” said Chris.

Chris walked in from out of the hallway, closed the door behind him and then said, “Hi dear, these flowers are for you.” Olga wore the biggest smile as she accepted the flowers from Chris and then smelled them.

“Oh, I just love flowers, reminds me of the Spring and home. Whenever I’m at home during the Spring, I just spend hours tending to my garden.”

“I must see this garden of yours one day.”

“You certainly must. In fact, I’ll send you a picture of it when I get home.”

“Yes, that will do until I get to see it in person,” said Chris with a huge smile on his face.

“By the way sir, didn’t you forget something?”

“What’s that?”

“My kiss!”

“Yes, how could I have forgotten…please forgive me?”

“Give me the kiss and then I’ll let you know if, I forgive you,” said Olga impishly.

Chris moved in türkçe bahis quickly and embraced Olga in his arms. He looked deeply into those amazing grey eyes of hers and then kissed her deeply. As the seconds of the kiss passed their passion for one another ignited. Chris’ tongue circled wildly within Olga’s mouth while Olga’s tongue did the same within Chris’. Chris then began to kiss Olga’s neck and ears. She loved it! “Please don’t stop,” Olga said in a low, soft voice.

Chris stopped kissing her, picked her up, carried her to the bed and gently placed her down.

Olga’s only response was, “Oh Chris.”

Chris then removed her towel and hesitated for just a moment. He looked at her, and felt inside, the way a child feels when opening a much desired present on Christmas morning…sheer joy!

All of a sudden, an impulse hit Chris and he rolled Olga onto her stomach. Staring back at him was the pertest pair of buttocks he had ever seen…a truly spectacular ass. Next, Chris sat down on the bed, bent over her and kissed her on both of her buttocks. He then proceeded to gently bite her on the buttocks…once…twice…a third time and then finally, he plunged his tongue onto Olga’ s asshole. Olga let out a gasp and her body jumped spontaneously. Chris licked her hungrily. He was beyond rational thought, he was simply satisfying his most carnal desires. Each time his tongue touched her anus, Olga felt tiny shocks travel throughout out her body. Although, this had never been done to her before, she loved it just because it felt so damned naughty.

“God Chris, you’re making me so damn wet…fuck me , please?”

“Not yet baby, I want to have some more fun with you,” said Chris devilishly.

Chris could not believe what he had just done, he had just engaged in some serious ass licking, and he had really enjoyed it. Prior to today, he had never had an interest in doing such a thing. But because it was Olga, because her ass was so hot, he lost all of his inhibitions and just did it.

Next, Chris rolled Olga onto her back and immediately went down on her. Olga wasn’t lying, she was really wet. Chris greedily lapped up her juices…Olga tasted both salty and sweet at the same time. Olga moaned in sheer delight as Chris flicked his tongue back and forth over her clitoris. Chris then slipped two of his fingers into Olga’ s dripping, wet snatch and massaged her g-spot while he continued to lick her. Within forty-five seconds Olga’s hips began to bounce on the bed.

“You’re gonna make me cum baby!” Olga said breathlessly.

Chris replied, “Don’t fight it, let it happen. You’re gonna cum many times before this night is over.”

Moments later, Olga orgasmed powerfully. She tried her best to muffle her moans by covering her mouth with her hands, but she was overcome with ecstasy. To Olga, it felt as if all of her muscles were relaxing and contracting in unison. She had never cum like this before.

After regaining her composure Olga asked, “What did you do to me? I’ve never cum like that before. My legs are weak and I still feel light tremors in them.”

“I just massaged your g-spot.”

“I’ve massaged my g-spot before and that has NEVER happened.”

“Guess you need to have a friend massage it for you,” Chris said with a laugh.

“I think you are trying to convince me not leave New York, aren’t you?

“The thought has definitely crossed my mind,” Chris said sincerely.

“Get comfortable Chris, you haven’t even taken off your jacket yet.”

Since their initial kiss twenty minutes earlier Chris had not removed a single thread of clothing. He had been so engrossed in his lovemaking that he hadn’t even noticed. Chris now took the opportunity to remove his clothing.

As Chris removed his briefs, Olga spied a droplet of pre-cum hanging from his thick, eight inch, raging erection. Olga saw this as her opportunity to become the aggressor. She quickly got out of the bed and gently pulled Chris, by his penis, over to the bed. She then took a seat on the edge of the bed and looked up at him.

“Sit beside me Chris,” Olga said in an incredibly sexy voice.

Without protest, Chris sat down and Olga immediately leaned over and took the head of Chris’ cock into her warm mouth. Chris involuntarily let out a satisfied grunt as Olga’ s head bobbed up and down on his penis. Occasionally, Olga would stop sucking and tease Chris by licking up and down the shaft of his cock before taking it back into her mouth again. Olga was enjoying herself. Olga stopped for a moment, looked up at Chris and said, “Lie back darling, relax.” Again Chris complied and Olga continued giving Chris the blow job of his life. Within minutes Chris knew he could hold out no longer. He wanted to warn Olga so he choked out, “I’m gonna – cum.” However, to Chris’ utter surprise, instead of Olga removing her mouth from his cock, she increased the rate at which she sucked.” Seconds later, Chris shut his eyes and exploded in Olga’ s mouth. Each strong contraction of his loins caused him to shoot glob after glob of güvenilir bahis siteleri hot jizz into Olga’ s mouth. This however, in no way, discouraged Olga from swallowing every last drop of Chris’ load. When Chris opened his eyes he saw a smiling Olga lick an errant drop of cum from her lips.

“Are you relaxed now?” said Olga with a wicked smile on her face.

“What do you think? Of course. I’m on the verge of falling asleep,” Chris said with a laugh. “However, sleep can wait, we need to make the most of our remaining time together.”

“Stop being so dramatic Chris, I predict we will see lots more of one another in the future,” Olga said matter-of- factly.

“Great, now that we’ve settled that come on over here, so that I can kiss those lips that were making me feel so good.”

Olga let out a playful laugh then crawled next to Chris. She gave him a long, deep kiss and then put her head on his chest. Olga then said, “I know what you’re feeling Chris, these last few days have been so incredible, I don’t want it to end either. I never thought it was possible to be so in tune with another person until I met you. I just want you to know that I plan on seeing you again in the future, as long as that is something you want?”

“Of course that’s what I want,” said Chris enthusiastically.

“Great, so when I get home we’ll make plans for when and where we will meet next?”

“Sounds great to me darling, sounds great to me,” said Chris with a smile.

Chris and Olga lay together for a few moments, in silence, just listening to one another breathe. After ten minutes, they both fell asleep in one another’s arms. After about two hours of restful sleep, they both awakened, hornier than ever.

“Chris, wake up, it’s almost 8 PM., We fell asleep,” Olga said excitedly.

Chris awakened and said, “It’s ok darling, I know we missed our reservations for dinner, but I am sure room service, here, is quite good.”

“I am not concerned about food right now, we’re missing out on time to have sex!” said Olga emphatically.

Chris erupted into laughter and then said, “Whoever said men only think about sex obviously has never met you?”

“Well it’s hard not to think about it when you’re lying in bed and your guy has a hard eight and a half inch cock,” replied a quite serious looking Olga.

Chris had not noticed, but he did have a hard on and Olga’s alluring words made him want her now. Without a further word, he pulled Olga close and began kissing her passionately. Olga responded in kind. She rolled on top of Chris and kissed his neck and chest. Chris kissed Olga’s neck and let his hands wander to Olga’s buttocks. Oh, he loved the feel of her ass, the skin was so smooth. It was both firm and pleasingly soft at the same time…it was exquisite.

Olga paused the foreplay just long enough to pleasingly say, “Please fuck me now!”

Olga’s words aroused him further. Chris simply replied, “Alright, let’s do it.”

Olga straddled Chris then lowered herself slowly onto Chris’ throbbing penis. Chris melted inside as he felt his manhood fill Olga’s delightfully warm, tight pussy. If he didn’t know any better, it felt as though it had been custom-made just for him. From Olga’ s perspective, Chris’ cock seemed to make all her nerve endings fire off at once as as she accepted Chris penis to the hilt. It felt wonderful. Slowly, Olga rocked back and forth on top of Chris causing his cock to slide in and out her with each motion. While Olga rocked, Chris fondled her breasts and played with her nipples. Her nipples grew erect as they responded to Chris’ touch.

“This feels so incredible Chris, I’m gonna ride you all night,” Olga said breathlessly.

“I can’t hold out that long girl, your pussy just feels too damn good,”

Chris moved his hands from Olga’ s breasts to her hips and assisted her with her rocking motion. His assistance intensified the sensation for both of them. Olga began to moan louder and breathed more heavily. Deep inside she could feel an orgasm building. This pleasurable feeling drove her to rock faster and faster. Olga’ reactions and facial expressions caused Chris to grab her hips more firmly and increase the speed at which she rocked. He could see she was nearing the peak of her excitement and he was driven to assist her. Also, the faster she rocked, the more stimulation he received…they were both experiencing the rare win-win situation.

“Chris, you don’t know what you’re doing to me, I’m about to cum!” said Olga with disbelief in a breathless voice.

Suddenly, Olga discontinued her rocking motion and her body became rigid. Her body then shook hard as an orgasm exploded deep inside of her. She could feel her vaginal walls constrict, then relax, constrict, then relax, around Chris’ rigid manhood. Chris could feel the squeezing as well and he tried his best to resist the squeezing action, but his resistance was futile. After the third squeeze, Chris exploded deep inside of Olga and he let out a loud grunt. Olga could feel the rhythmic pulsing of Chris’ cock as each pulse brought with it another shot of Chris’ warm semen. Both Olga and Chris were now in a state of complete euphoria. Olga collapsed on top of Chris and the two just hugged while they came down from their orgasmic highs.

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The good-looking blonde headed into the lady’s room while her boyfriend gassed up the gold Trans Am.

The rugged guy with a short brush cut hurriedly pumped ten dollars worth the high-test into the Pontiac and quickly went to the booth to pay.

Jumping into his car he zoomed out of the station.

The blonde was bewildered when she emerged from the washroom and didn’t see her boyfriend’s car.

“Where the fuck is that asshole?” she said to no one in particular.

I was close enough to overhear, filling the tank on my pickup.

“I think he took off?” I volunteered.

“Wanna get laid?” she asked.

I was taken back by her question.

“What do you mean?” I inquired.

“Do you want to fuck me?”

I gestured for her to get into the cab of my truck while I hurriedly paid for the gas.

As we left the station she explained that her and her boyfriend had been arguing about her flirting with one of his friends before he abandoned her.

She said if he wanted to be a jerk she would show him who would be the looser.

I noticed the hem of her red mini-skirt was well above her knees displaying a lot of her creamy white thighs. Her ample breasts spilled out of the low-cut peasant blouse she was wearing leaving little to the imagination.

“Let’s go to a motel.” She suggested.

By the time we arrived at the Red Rose Motel I had learned the blonde’s name was Joyce and she was the eighteen-year-old daughter of a Baptist minister. Joyce was far from virgin and the curse of her father’s life.

Joyce told me how she had fucked most of the young studs in her father’s congregation and a few of the older ones too, The board of Elders had repeatedly urged Reverend Eaton to control his daughter’s lewd conduct.

I gave the desk clerk fifty bucks and signed in before hurrying back to get Joyce from the truck.

“Room seven.” I said opening the passenger door for her.

I watched her ass wiggling under the tight skirt as I followed her to out room. My cock was already rock hard.

The room was the standard “No-Tell Motel” fare, the canlı bahis chenille bedspread and tabletop TV bolted to the countertop.

Joyce playfully jumped on the bed as we entered.

“This will do!” she grinned.

In started undressing not wanting to waste a minute before getting my cock into her. I was afraid this dream was about to end.

Joyce casually pulled her blouse out from the waistband of her skirt and hoisted it over her head revealing an overflowing pushup bra. Tossing the blouse aside she reached behind her back to unfasten her bra.

She brought the bra forward with her hands allowing her perfectly shaped perky tits to spill out into my view. Her nipples were the delicate pink of a prize tea rose.

She stood proudly topless before me as her hands went to unfasten her skirt. The skirt fell in a puddle around her ankles revealing she was only wearing a skimpy white thong beneath.

Swiftly she peeled the thong down over her broad hips exposing her smoothly shaven pussy lips.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, as she stood naked before me.

I had been captivated by her strip and stood in awe still wearing my shorts.

Quickly I pulled my shorts down allowing my cock to spring free.

“Not bad! Want me to suck it?” Joyce asked.

This must be a dream, this gorgeous blonde preacher’s daughter wanted to suck my cock?

“Bring it over here,” she said as she sat back down on the edge of the bed.

Cock in hand I approached her.

When she smiled I saw her perfectly aligned white teeth held in position by a set of upper and lower silver braces.

“God help me I’m going to hell!” I thought as she took my cock in her hand.

Her mouth was no stranger to a cock, she took just the right amount of my dick into her mouth before her lips sealed around it. Her tongue began painting my meat with her saliva as her thumb and index finger encircled the base of my cock just above my balls.

Gently she began milking me as she inhaled forming a warm, wet haven around my cock. I groaned my approval as her head began to bob bahis siteleri up and down on my shaft.

What was the proper etiquette, was I to cum in the young girl’s mouth? I felt the beginning of my ejaculation welling-up within me already and knew I had better soon decide.

Would it be more proper to shoot my sticky jism all over her face, messing up her makeup? I decided she would rather drink it.

It seemed like only two minutes had past before my cum was flowing out of my cock filling Joyce’s mouth. I pictured her teeth and braces awash in a sea of my salty brine.

Joyce swallowed it like a pro, he eyes gazing into mine as my sperm rolled down her throat.

“Aaargh!!! That was quite a load.” She smiled as she left my cock.

She opened her mouth wide and let me look to see all traces of my cum was gone into her belly.

“Do you want to eat my cookie while you get it back up again?” she grinned.

It was my turn to bury my face between her widespread legs.

As my face approached her open cunt I caught a whiff of her pungent musk, she smelt like pure sex. Cautiously I inserted the tip of my tongue into her soft pink tissue.

She tasted sharp, like aged cheddar, the unmistakable taste of femininity. My tongue sought her trigger.

Joyce’s clitoris was engorged, standing proudly awaiting the homage of my tongue. My tongue encircled its base and then passed over the tip like I was strumming the string of a banjo.

Joyce emitted a soft moan as I excited her sexuality.

“Oh fuck me, stick your cock in me!” she begged.

My cock had made a remarkable recovery and was ready to report back for duty. Without further delay I climbed on top of the horny young preacher’s daughter.

As I positioned the head of my cock between her smooth labia she pleaded with me to fuck her. One thrust and I entered her fully.

“Oh yes! Yes!” she whimpered as she wrapped her legs around me like an octopus gripping its prey.

I was draw completely into this Jezebel’s snare and well on my way down the road to eternal damnation.

She raised bahis şirketleri her head and kissed me, he tongue forcing its way into my mouth. I could still taste my sperm on her pushy tongue as it wrestled with mine.

Her fuck hole was still youthfully tight gripping my cock in spite of its excessive use. Her pelvic muscles grabbed my meat wrenching it from side to side as she gyrated under me.

I began pounding my cock deeper and deeper into her in a futile attempt to steady her beneath me. With each thrust she bucked like an injured animal, I was atop of a wildcat!

“Fuck me you pervert! Wait till I tell my daddy what you did!” Joyce squealed.

Her taunts made me more determined to exploit her youthful body.

“You want it bitch!” I said ramming all eight inches of my hard cock into her.

Her cunt betrayed her, as it was hungrily all the cock I could feed it.

“You going to come in me?” she asked. “You better not or my daddy will kill you!”

There was no way I could pull my cock out of her now before I come.

“Are you ready to get pregnant?” I asked as I felt the sperm gushing out of my cock.

Joyce’s orgasm took possession of her body as she writhed under me. She lies there quivering like a convulsing mass of sex as she received my sperm. Her eyes went glassy, she moaned and then they closed.

As the last of my seed drained into her I became fearful I had caused her an emotional overload? As I was looking for signs of life her eyes reopened and she smiled.

“That was great!” she cooed.

In all my days I had never had such a hot fuck as the adolescent preacher’s daughter. I was in love!

I snuggled her tenderly in my arms and whispered I loved her in her ear.

She quickly sat up in the bed, “What did you say that for?”

“I mean it!” I insisted.

“You probably have a girlfriend or wife who loves you, I am just a slut who loves cocks, any cocks!” Joyce implored.

My world crashed around me. This nubile damsel was just a nymphomaniac; it mattered not to her who she fucked!

The following Sunday as I sat with my wife and two-year-old daughter in a pew of St. James church listening to the rector preaching about the sins of the body m mind flashed back to Joyce and the wondrous moments we shared in that seedy motel room.

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This is a true story happened about 10 years back. It’s about me and my sister-in-law Sandhya. We were staying in Bangalore and had invited my co-brother Dr. Raj and Sandhya to Bangalore. We decided to go to Ooty for a short stay. We traveled in my car. Immediately after reaching Sandhya’s husband Dr. Raj got a call informing him that one of his patient is very serious and he needs to get back. He apologized to us and left immediately. However My sister in law Sandhya stayed back. That is the first time I had a close look at sexy Sandhya. She had a figure of 36C-26-36. Fair skin and medium height, sleek legs and perfect body contours for kneading. Every now and then whenever she use to pass by me, I used to get a hard on.

I was thinking overtime now about how to get her to bed with me. We were generally enjoying our stay at ooty. Next day morning we went for horse riding. My wife did not accompany us as she was scared. Sandhya wore a blue color tight jeans and boobs fitting top. She put on a sweater on top of that. She had tied her hair into ponytail and was wearing nike sports shoes. We started slowly. She was finding it difficult as she had never before sat on a horse. Both the horsemen were walking by the sides and we were slowly moving. At one point she was looking at me and I winked at her. She was taken by surprises and blushed. While the horse was walking in slow strides, the boobs were jumping up and down and I was watching the same and enjoying it which she has noticed. However she could not do anything to stop it. We reached a nice spot where I got down from the horse and asked her to get down. She said she can’t and I raised my hands to help her. She came in my arms and I fell down on the grass embracing her tightly. She again blushed and got up quickly. While she was getting up I squeezed her right boob slightly and tried to locate her tit and pinched from over her sweater. I think I caught it correctly as she sighed and moved away quickly. After some time while going back to hotel she did not talk to me. Her face had become red.

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I went near her and she embraced me hard and started kissing all over my face, neck and chest. I moved her towards the bed and made her sleep and lied down next to her. She had now attacked me by kissing me ferociously. I went for her gown string and pulled it. She was not wearing anything inside and the gown came off very easily. Her soft but firm boobs were inviting me. I took one nipple in my mouth and started sucking hard. The other nipple was being pinched by me. She removed my clothes and buried her face on my chest hair and moving her hands on my back and buttocks. By now I had a monstrous hard cock which she started playing with. I put my index finger in her cunt and started türkçe bahis rubbing it lightly. Honey has already started secreting. I pulled my finger and tasted it. It was delicious. I kissed her deep and started squeezing her boobs hard. Her nipples were erect now and I was twisting them in my thumb and forefinger. She had put her nails deep on my back and was not letting go my lips. I slapped on her bums hard and pulled her away from me, turned her and pulled her ass cheeks towards my hard cock. She happily bent and offered me her cunt lips which by now were oozing with honey. I put the head of my cock at the entrance of her cunt and holding her bums pushed it deep inside her in one go. She was not expecting it and was taken by surprise.

I fucked her for 10 minutes in this position. By now she was on all four in a doggy style and I was pumping her hard. I was slapping her ass cheeks hard and spitting on her anus and applying my saliva liberally. My intentions were to fuck her ass tonight. Suddenly I removed my cock and swiftly put at the entrance of her ass and held her tightly. She did not know what I was trying to do for a moment but she realized it and wanting to protest by moving away. I was holding her ass cheeks from backside so firmly that she instead of moving forward pushed her ass on my rock hard cock and it started entering her ass hole. She was experiencing the pain however my grip on her was such that she had to take the entire length of my cock inside her ass. I could feel my pulse beat now as her ass must have been fucked for the first time and it is very very tight. It was squeezing my cock like anything and it had gripped my cock like a vice. I slapped her buttocks hard and started moving in and out slowly. Sandhya started enjoying the pain and the pleasure simultaneously. She had never got fucked in the ass before. I fucked her in the ass for almost 10 minutes and filled her hole with hot semen. I was sweating profusely and her thighs were trembling now due to intense fucking in that position. She fell on the bed and I fell on güvenilir bahis siteleri her and embraced her.

I slept on the bed and took Sandhya on my body which was hot like lava. My cock was still stiff. I inserted my cock in her cunt and asked her to remain in that position and keep kissing me. Our tongues were playing on each other. I was also scratching her back by my nails and moving her waist in a circular fashion as if she was grinding my now hardening stiff cock. Our collective juices from her ass hole were now entering her cunt and acting as an excellent lubricant for fucking. My cock was buried inside her cunt very deep and hardening like a steel rod. I asked Sandhya to ride on my now hard cock by sitting 90 degrees on it. She was twitching my nipples in between. I was holding her boobs and pressing and kneading them as if I am not going to get another chance. Her nipples were erect and I was squeezing them brutally. I held her waist firmly now and started helping her fuck my cock. Her both boobs were jumping while she was riding my cock. He rode my cock for almost 20 minutes and hit climax 3 times while doing so. My cock was almost entering her womb. Suddenly streaks of hot lava busted out of my cock and entered her womb. I pressed her down on my cock and held her firmly till every single drop of my juices are sucked inside her cunt.

She was so tired by now that she was half asleep. She removed my cock from her cum dripping cunt and collapsed next to me and slept. I turned her to the other side and again inserted my cock inside her from behind.. I held her both boobs in my palms and started twitching her nipples and fucking her giving slow but steady strokes. My cock was entering her cunt from behind effortlessly and I was holding and squeezing her breasts from behind for support. I fucked her in this position for around 25 minutes. She hit climax twice and could not take any more of ecstasy. She was pleading me to stop. However I decided to unload one more shot of my hot semen inside her and with great difficulty dumped my load inside her. She was tired and sleeping now in that position only. I relaxed for about half an hour and then withdrew my cock out of her and dressed up. I moved out of her room quietly and came back to my room and slept the moment I hit the bed.

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