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It had been a long night, and I was beat. We had just finished a set at the Whisky Club, and I sang so hard, my vocal chords were almost torn. I just wanted a hot shower and a warm bed at this point. But, sleep was the last thing I would be doing this night. As I turned to watch the crowd file out, she caught my eye. She was the most beautiful thing I ever saw. Long blonde hair down to the middle of her back, stunning green eyes, and a body most women would kill for. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, as I watched her talking to her friends. “Jake” I called out, motioning for one of our roadies to come over to me. Jake approached me, and I pointed her out and told him that I wanted to see her. Jake winked at me, and headed off the stage towards her, as I headed backstage for a shower.

“Miss?” Jake asked. She turned around nervously.

“Hi.” she said, flashing him a small smile.

“Hey, did you and your friends want to come back to meet the band? They’re having a meet and greet thing back there with some contest winners and one of the band mates saw you guys and asked that I come get you.”

“Oh my GOD!’ she exclaimed. ‘You CAN’T be serious!’

Jake nodded and she rushed over to grab her three friends.

Twenty minutes later, they were backstage with the other fans. Amidst all the hoopla, I spotted her in the crowd, and smiled in her direction. She smiled back, and I motioned for her to come join me. “Hey darlin’” I said “glad to see my guys caught you before you left.” She smiled as she realized that it was me who had been the one to send the roadie over to bring her backstage. We stood talking for several minutes as fans came up one by one. She smelled so good and we were getting along so wonderfully that I bravely found myself inching closer and closer to her. I couldn’t believe that I was standing backstage flirting with this gorgeous woman.

“You know,” she said playfully “I always wanted to learn to play the guitar.”

“Oh really? Well babe, why don’t you stick around when all the fans leave” I said with mischief in my eyes. “We could go up to the hotel and I’ll — teach you.”

“I‘d love to” she said, smiling brightly.

I smiled affectionately and leaned close to whisper something in her ear. She trembled as I pushed away her hair and my hot breath touched her neck.

“Meet me at the Hyatt hotel down the street in a half hour – Floor 37, Suite 4. I’ll tell the front desk clerk to have someone escort you up. Tell them you’re there to see Thor.”

She backed away and started to laugh hysterically. I joined her laughter and swore that that was my “code name” for the night. I gave her a quick squeeze and walked over to the rest of the band, preparing to leave.

Forty-five minutes later, she was stepping off the elevator and onto the 37th floor. The desk clerk had laughed when she said she was there to see Thor, but she knew exactly who she was and where she was to be taken. She scanned the hallway and found Suite 4 to her left. Nervously, she tapped on the door.

“Yes?” I questioned from canlı bahis within.

“It – It’s me” she stuttered.

“Me who?”

“Thor” she said with a laugh. I burst out laughing as I unlocked the door to let her in.

We walked into the huge living room and my eyes widened in awe. She was even more beautiful then I thought. I sat down on the big overstuffed couch and patted the spot next to me.

“Come on baby, there’s room for you right here.”

She settled down next to me and I reached around to grab an acoustic guitar that was resting next to the couch. She took it from me and held it in her lap.

“No, no” I laughed “Hold it like this.”

Gently turning her back to me, I put my arms around her waist and placed the guitar in her arms. I inhaled deeply as I buried my nose in her long hair.

“Mmmm, you smell sooo good.” I murmured. I drew my left hand up, pushed her hair back away from her neck and moved closer. My lips brushed against her neck as I begain to caress her cheek. She turned slightly, and I smiled, looking deep into her eyes.

“You are so beautiful, you know that?” I whispered passionately as my lips grew closer to her’s. Teasingly, I backed away from her and took the guitar from her arms. I took her by the hands and pulled her up while saying “Dance with me.”

I lead her over to the stereo, and popped in a CD and soft music filled the room. I spun around and pulled her to me – our bodies pressing together tightly. My hands caressed her back as she rested her arms around my neck, allowing her fingers to run through my hair. I looked intensely into her eyes – and she into mine – as we slowly swayed with the music. She ran her hands down my muscular arms, then my chest, and finally wrapped them around my waist. I pulled her closer, and she bashfully looked away.

“No baby, look right here” I said seductively as I guided her chin back to me. I leaned down slowly and I felt our lips touch. Her lips were so soft – her kiss so gentle. I held the back of her head gently as I slid my tongue along the outline of her lips. She shuddered as I nibbled down her neck. She grew more aggressive and lifted my lips back to her’s, allowing her tongue to dance with mine. I moaned in delight.

“Mmm, you are an amazing kisser” I slurred between kisses.

“So are you, baby.” she whispered.

Pulling away from her slowly, I took her hands and guided her into the bedroom. Holding her close, I kissed her again – longer this time – and let my hands wander beneath her shirt, stroking her bare back softly. She pushed me back and proceeded to lift my shirt over my head and off my body. She stood back and rubbed her palms across my pecs, tracing every inch with her fingertips. I reached down and calmly stripped her of her shirt – staring lustfully at the mounds beneath it. With a snap of my wrist, I unhooked her bra and slid the straps down her arms – all the while staring lovingly into her eyes. Her body tingled from my touch as her hands made their way back up my arms and I allowed my eyes to drop down to bahis siteleri what I had just unveiled. With a seductive smile, I pulled her to me…

As our now naked chests touched, my body tingled with a passion I had never felt before. Her kisses grew more vigorous and soon we tumbled down onto the bed. My hands crept up her skirt as I tickled her thighs delicately with the tips of my fingers. Her legs trembled as my hands worked their way to her inner thigh. I began kissing down her neck and down to her breasts. She moaned with pleasure as I flicked my tongue across her now erect nipples, stopping briefly to suck on each one. I reached beneath her, unzipped her skirt, and gently tugged it down, tossing it across the room. I leaned in again, working my way down her chest and leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach. My hands reached up to caress her breasts and she moaned with enjoyment. Down they slid, reaching around her as she arched her back. Slowly, erotically, I began to strip her of her thong, kissing my way down the front of her leg all the way to her toes.

“Mmmm..” I teased as I began to massage and lick my way back up her legs. I parted her legs slightly and ran my tongue up and down her now quivering thighs. She was writhing in anticipation as I playfully ran my fingers near her pussy, just enough to drive her crazy. I blew my hot breath on her pussy and it was all she could do not to grab my face and pull me to her.

Finally, I trailed my tongue up to her clit and began to slowly lap at the throbbing muscle. I wrapped my lips around the area and sucked gently while inserting a finger into her now dripping vagina.

“You taste so good” I moaned as my tongue dove into her. Her whole body was shaking as I massaged her thighs and continued to lick and suck, my tongue darting to and fro.

“Ohhh my god…” she moaned, grabbing my head and pushing it to her while raising her hips for me to eat at her. I looked up and smiled as I backed away and began to tease her pussy with my fingers.

Her body was steaming and she was ready to explode but held back. She sat forward briskly, and pressed her lips to mine. Our tongues fought furiously as she reached for my belt buckle and clumsily loosened it and undid my pants. She could feel me beneath the cloth – hard and ready. She grabbed for my hands and pushed me down, pinning me to the bed. It was her turn to tease me. She sucked at my neck and licked her way down my chest. Her hands began to rub along along my stomach and she allowed them to travel dangerously close to my cock. She teased her tongue along my bellybutton and began to tug at my pants, pulling them down with ease. She reached back up and quickly removed my boxer briefs, feasting her eyes on me.

She cupped her hand around the girth of my penis and slid it up and down, measuring the eight inches of length. She worked her other hand on my inner thigh, and slowly leaned her face to me; allowing me to feel her breath on my throbbing penis. My legs tensed as she teased the head with her tongue and began to run her tongue bahis firmaları along the shaft.

“Holy fuck” I cried as I felt the sensation of her tongue ring sliding along my erect member. She wrapped her lips around me and swirled her tongue as she sucked and licked round and round. I thrust my hips up to meet her mouth before finally sitting up quickly and pushing her back.

With my body glistening with sweat and lust clouding my eyes, I took over and forced her to the bed, kissing her vigorously. I wanted her so bad. She was hot, open and ready.

I looked down at her, pure passion in my eyes, and said “Do you want me, baby?”

“Mmmmmm, I want you.” she moaned and I moved back towards her, my hands wandering along her breasts, squeezing them gently. She felt my cock push against her thigh and she adjusted herself, raising to meet me….

I groaned as I gently entered her. She gasped in slight pain from the size of my penis tearing at her tight vagina. I reached my hand down to caress her quivering thigh as I rocked up and down, sliding myself in and out of her throbbing, wet pussy. Her fingers gripped my back as I inched my way deeper inside.

“You feel so good…” I said softly, staring intensely into her eyes while stroking her cheek.

I leaned to her and our hot tongues began to tango once more. The heat of our bodies filled the room. The aroma of sex was in the air. Her body grew hotter and beads of sweat began to form across her brow.

My breath grew more rapid as I plunged deep inside her, slowly pumping in and out. She moaned in pleasure as I allowed myself to enjoy the delicious friction of our bodies entwining.

“Ohh god…” she whispered. “Don’t stop.” Her breath began to catch in her throat as I began to go faster. Our bodies rocked together and she lifted her hips towards me, yearning for more. Her fingers tore at my back and she wrapped her legs around me, groaning in ecstasy.

“That’s it, baby” I murmured, reaching my hands to her ass and firmly pulling her to me.

“You like my dick inside you, don’t you” I groaned.

She moaned in agreement as our firm, tight bodies smacked together, filling the room with sounds of passion.

“Mmmm, baby, I do too. You feel so fuckin‘ good.” I growled, thrusting towards her.

I pulled out suddenly and began to suck at her nipples as I slid over onto my back. My soft hands firmly guided her on top of me. She lowered herself onto me, allowing my erect cock to slide back inside her. Her breasts jumped against my chest as she grinded herself into me. My hands strolled along her moist back and down to her hips. As I wrapped them around her waist, she sat up and began to ride me more vigorously. Her hands tore at my chest and her body writhed in pleasure. I cupped her ass as our bodies rocked together in rhythm. Sounds of pleasure erupted from her lips as she began to cum.

Pushing her off, I forced her to her back and began to fuck her once more. Faster this time… Harder… The room filled with groans and screams as she felt herself explode. It seemed to last forever. She opened her eyes as I came, my body bucking wildly as grunts of ecstasy escaped from my lips. I filled her with my cum, and collapsed on top of her as we drifted off to sleep.

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As I walked through the parking lot, to my girlfriend’s dorm, the sound of the cars from the street could be heard. The thick fog made it impossible to see for than a hundred feet or so. Slowly the opaque silhouette of the large Dorm Building rose like a menacing giant before as I neared. The wind rustled through the trees as I grew nearer, making the air chill. Through the light from the glass doors of the Dorm I could see the silhouette of a figure approaching. As I drew neared, I recognized the curly black hair of my girlfriend’s roommate Monika. I hurried over to say ‘hello’ when rain started to pour heavily down upon us, and I rushed towards the doors, and she to her car.

Shaking off my coat, I basked in the warm glow of the entrance hall of the dorms. I looked over towards the elevators to find them being used. So I hurried over to, and up, the stairs to her room. Slightly winded, I got to her floor. I slowed the pace of my walking, to get my breath back, as I walked down the beige carpeted hall to her room. Making the floor damp, I knocked on her door, and waited.

When she opened the door, she greeted me with a hug, planting her soft lips on mine, her large soft breasts pressing into my chest, the smell of her perfume wafting to my nose, teasing my senses. I ran my hands up and down her back. “Ohhh, you’re damp,” she squealed.

“Yeah, well it’s been raining.”

“Come on in, Monika’s out with some friends tonight, she said she she’d be late getting back,” she grinned taking my hand and leading me into her room.

“Yeah, I saw her as I came in,” I said, grabbing her around the waist, feeling her soft tummy, my hands aching to go lower.

“Hmmm,” she purred, holding my hands where they were, “wanna make some cookies? I mean…I haven’t made any for a while, Monika’s been begging me to make some anyway…”

“Sure, what kind are we making?” I said, ‘why not? Might be fun.

“Chocolate Chip,” she said with a decisive nod, “it’s my grandmother’s recipe. Well…it’s like all the other chocolate chip cookies out there, but she puts more eggs in the recipe to make them bigger and softer. I changed it a little for Monika too; she really likes M&Ms®, so it’s got them instead of chocolate chips.”

As she padded off to the kitchen, my eyes followed the gentle curve of her waist and torso, encased a tight white t-shirt, and the area around her hips left uncovered by her shirt and her short tan shirts riding low on her hips, from my caresses.

She got out a binder from the cupboard, rummaged through it, and pulled out a little sheet of paper, “Alright, let’s see…first we need margarine and sugar. Could you get the margarine, sweetie? I’ll get the sugar.”

“No problem.” I went and got the margarine from the fridge. When I turned back Natasha was still looking for the sugar, but she had found the flour and had that out on the counter. Her shirt was raised up above her belly button, showing off her smooth back. Her skin looked so soft; it puffed out a little like she had put on a little weight. She was a little embarrassed by it, but I thought it looked good on her. I went up behind her, and gently pinched her middle. “Eeeek!” She squealed, leaning back into me, and putting her hands over mine to stop me.

“You eating all the sugar over there?”

“No!” she giggled. “I got it, let’s get started.”

After she turned on the oven, we dumped the margarine and poured the sugar into the large mixing bowl that Natasha had procured from another cabinet.

“So, how did your Biology Midterm go?” I asked, stirring the sugar and margarine together.

“Ughhh! It was awful! I totally couldn’t think! It must have taken me a good ten minutes to get my brain to think right!” she bemoaned, batting her eyes at me, as she got started measuring baking soda and baking powder next. “But, after that, I think it was OK!”

When she was finished measuring the vanilla extract she came over and dumped it into my bowl, letting the tips of her breasts graze across my arm. I tried to covertly sneak a peak down her front to look at her breasts as she cracked the eggs in as well. She was wearing a bra today, so they were pushed up and together nicely. Combined with her button up shirt, it made for a nice view. She had left three buttons on the top open, so I could see quite a bit of her breasts and bra.

The soft fabric of her shirt fell up and away from her chest, coming back to her chest at the tops of her bra cups. I could see her black bra through the light pink shirt, I had never seen that combination on her before, the straps over her shoulders were bared by her shirt collar, and the shirt clung to her breasts making the cups stand out,. Her breasts were soft and squishy looking, her bra pushed them up, so they were higher on her chest than normal. I ran the tips of my fingers lightly up and down her arm, to just under the arms of her short sleeves, with her arm lifted up and slowly ran to the inside of her arm caressing the sensitive skin, coming just under her arm pit than back canlı bahis down, every caress of her arm sent vibrations running though them.

I managed to get away with it a couple times, watching those globes jiggle as she flexed her muscles, taking her turn at stirring. But finally, she caught me, just as I had poured the baking soda and salt together, and was starting to work on the flour. She put her hands on her hips and put as stern an expression on her face as she could, but the corners of her lips were twitching in a smile. “Well, I appreciate that you like my boobs, but are you staring at me so much that you don’t know what you’re doing?”

Her eyes lowered down to my shirt, mine followed and my black shirt was covered with little puffs of flour that I had been trying to measure. “I’d better cover up so you don’t get distracted anymore,” she declared, with a grin, and buttoned one button.

When she came over with the liquid ingredients, she leaned in towards me as much as she could; teasing me with flashes of her cleavage. The bowl was pretty large and contents sloshed a bit, and some of batter tumbled out of the bowl and landed with a plop right at the bra line of her breasts, as she sat the bowl down. She looked down at the tops of her breasts, then looked up at me with a wicked grin. “Ooops, I made a mess.”

With a crooked finger, she slowly scooped the batter up, pushing into her bra as she did so, then bringing it to her mouth and licking it up. “Mmm…that tastes good,” she moaned. She giggled at my hungry expression, teasing me with her eyes. “You’ll just have to wait ’till we’re done, then you can have some.” She turned around and went back for the bowl of flour I had measured.

I moved up behind her and started tickling her sides that were exposed by her ridden up shirt. “You’re evil, you know that.” I whispered into her ear, as she leaned into me.

Then patting her on her butt I moved back to mixing everything together. All this time, my cock was growing, and getting harder. I was having a very hard time concentrating on what I was doing. Then, as she was pouring in the flour and I stirred it into the batter, she kept bumping her hips into my crotch and letting a breast or thigh graze my arm.

“How did your Archeology midterm go?” she asked, turning around the read the directions again, pressing her firm butt against me.

“Wasn’t as good as I had hoped for, I got a C. But I do like the way the on-line testing works; it’s all multiple choice, and you get your grade immediately.” It was hard to concentrate on both talking and stirring at the same time, on top of trying to check Natasha’s rack, which she was so brazenly flashing me. As she finished pouring the last of the flour in, she gave the bowl it was in one last hard shake, making her little puppies jiggle like they were in an earthquake.

“Man, it’s really hot in here isn’t it? I’ll just open this up a bit more,” she declared after a while and again had three unbuttoned.

As she was putting the flour and sugar back in the cupboard she looked down her backside to see flour dust sugaring her delectable backside. “Aaron, can you come and brush the rest of this off for me? I can’t reach it from here,” she pouted. The rest of the flour left was on her butt. She turned around and bent forward, sticking her ass out for me. I lightly brushed the flour off her soft cheeks. She jumped and gave a little squeal as I gave her gentle spank when I was done.

“Thanks,” she purred, hugging me, grinding her soft chest into me, her nipples hardened against me. My hips lurched and electricity shot through my body to my hard as I ground my cock against her mound.

“OK, let’s get done, and then we can have some before Monika gets home,” she chirped and bounced away to get the M&Ms ®. My knees felt weak as I gasped when she left, leaving me needing. My face was flushed and I could barely stand as she made me mix the M&Ms into the dough. She took the dough into her soft hands and molded it into little balls, then flattened them against her palm as she laid them on the cookie sheets, and into the oven they went.

After we cleared the counter of the many spills and containers, Natasha plunked herself down on top of the counter and laid back, her knees dangling over the edge.

“Can you rub my feet, please? Standing for so long’s made them tired,” she cooed, raising her cute little feet up. I took a foot on my hand and swung her legs around to one side so I could massage her as I sat. I gently rubbed her feet, feeling her toes wiggle under my hands, kissing her them every so often. Her toenails were painted a nice pink color, and were soft to the touch. When the oven timer went off after ten minutes, she took her feet back and stood up, swaying her hips seductively as she took the cookies out and then sat back down.

“Could you do the rest of me please? You felt so good on my toes.” She asked as she took my hand and led me back to the couch.

“Alright, lay on your tummy.”

“Eeeek!” she squealed, as bahis siteleri I put my hand on her butt, moving her onto the couch as she pulled a pillow under her head. I gently ran my hands over her bare legs and thighs, gently squeezing and kneading her skin. She shifted her body to get more comfortable. I raised her left leg up, and set it on my thigh to get a better hold. I decided to torture her a bit by gliding my hand over the bottom of her pussy through her shorts. Occasionally, as I did her thighs, I could hear her sighing and rubbing her hips against me. I moved up to her lower back, to the sounds of her disappointed sighs. As I moved tops of her pants down, I saw the top of a tattoo right at the top of her butt; the start of a poem, framed by delicate ivy, and bits of a stone wall.

“What’s the tattoo?”

“Hmm?”

“The tattoo on your butt.”

“Oh…it’s a poem by Goethe, my favorite actually. I my best friend at the time was great artist, and she drew this picture of it for me when I was 16.”

“Really, can I see it?”

“Well…I suppose…” she said, as if not sure if I was worthy of this great privilege or not, raising up and pulling the back of her shirt up. With the bottoms of her pants down, I could see, written in old German script, a poem written in small letters, surrounded by a frame of ivy with a woman waving a handkerchief and looking down from the top right hand corner and a man looking up at her from the lower left corner, blowing a kiss to her.

“Very pretty,” I commented, tracing its outline with my fingertip. “What’s the poem about?”

“Oh, a guy comes galloping through the dark scary forest on his horse, to visit his beloved, and they ‘spend the night.'” She smiled coyly, “when they leave they’re so sad. It gets me every time I read it.’

“I can’t read the letters; could you read me the poem in German?” I asked, moving a little closer.

Giggling, she pulled her clothes back into place and lay back down. “Maybe later.”

“It must have taken a long time to do.”

“Yeah, I think it took one session where she just did the ivy, and another where she did the letters.”

“I bet that hurt.”

“Hmmm…nothing I couldn’t live with.”

“Do you have any others?”

“Not yet, why, do you have some you’d like to draw on me?” she smiled at me.

“Maybe,” I said, as I pushed her gently back down to continue her massage. When I was done with her back, I told to turn over so I could do her front. She did as she was told, looking up at me with half closed lids. I continued to work my way up the fronts of her thighs. I could feel her muscles loosening under her firm skin. As I got nearer to the delta between her legs, I could feel the heat from her body and her excitement through her pants. Every so often a soft moan would escape her lips as she’d shift her body on the couch.

“I’m going to take your shirt off, OK?” I said as I reached her hips.

“Mmmm…still trying to ogle at my boobies? Alright.” She said sleepily as she raised her arms above her head. I tickled her belly button, making her squirm and giggle, before I slowly unbuttoned the rest of her shirt and slid it off her arms, throwing it on the floor beside us, leaving only her bra over her breasts.

I slowly slid my arms up and down the smooth skin of her belly, stopping just below the rise of her breasts. After I massaged her shoulders and arms, I lowered myself onto her warm body, letting my face fall into the crook of her neck, smelling the soaps on her body mixed with the smell of cooking as I gently kissed her neck. I moved down her body till my face rested in the valley between her breasts. I kissed each one in turn, then, slowly, I pulled the shoulder straps of her bra down, and lowered the cups off of her breasts.

They were a soft shade of pink. Thick but though not very large, and her areolas were the size of half dollars, they were the most beautiful things I had ever seen. I took one nipple in my mouth and began to suckle, pushing my mouth against her soft flesh. Her nipple doubled in size in my mouth; it was hard to move my tongue around it. A moan escaped her mouth, as I rose up and went to the over nipple. The nipple that I had just been on was now half an inch long, and glistened with my spit. I softly blew on it before starting on the next one. She groaned softly and pressed my head down into her breasts.

Having nursed myself content at her breasts, I kissed my way down her belly, nibbling her belly button and the skin just above her shorts, before I slowly undid the button on the top, then unzipped her shorts and slowly pulled them over and of her firm succulent thighs and feet. To my delight she wasn’t wearing panties either.

“Surprise!” she grinned wide, seeing my own eyes growing large.

“Mmmm, you animal you,” I growled, again as I kissed her hard, then trailed down her soft chest kissing her breasts, down her tummy, and resting at the very top of her shaven mound.

My eyes feasted on her glistening lips, already canlı bahis siteleri wet with her tangy juices. I let my tongue make a long slow lick from as far down her pussy as I could go, to stopping just short of her clitoris. I could feel her shudder all around me as I licked, her thighs clamped down around my head, I neared the top.

This was the second time I had eaten her out, and if anything her taste had improved. I continued to lick all around her, starting a second long, slow lick, up her lips, her thighs clamped harder around my head, and I could feel a hand on the back of me as well.

I started to nibbled on her outer lips, her hips started swaying up and down as I stuck my tongue in between her lips for a second, then brought them back out again, making her moan in want. My right hand traveled up to her breasts, to find one of her own already there, squeezing her nipples, she moved my hand to her other breasts, and went back to its own; her breasts now free of her shirt, her nipples were fully erect, almost an inch long, her breast felt very full, and she gave a little squeal each time I pulled her nipple hard.

Moving from her outer lips, I licked my way up to her clit, gently prodding it out of its hood, making her jerk every time I touched it, I gave a gentle kiss with my lips, her thighs clamped down even harder, and she gave a great spasm, as a huge groan escaped her lips.

Another groan of disappointment came to me, as I moved back down, this time to nibble on her inner lips. I brought my hand back down from her breast, to bring it between her lips, and push it gently inside. I felt my way inside the wet velvety blanket that was the inside of her pussy, till I found her g-spot.

I just tickled it gently, until she said she was ready to cum, then I brought my lips back up to her clit, sucking it into my mouth, toggling it with my tongue. Then, with last one last mighty groan, and a lurch up which brought her hips off the ground, I moved my face back down to her pussy lips as a wave of her juices splashed against my face, flooding my mouth. I kept rubbing against her g-spot, and was rewarded with another squirt of her love juices.

With the second squirt, she gently pushed my head away from her, and bending over, to lick her juices off my face, her soft warm tongue felt wonderful against my face, its slightly rough surface pulling ever so gently against my cheeks.

When her tongue reached my lips, she gently parted them, and slipped inside, searching for the left over juices in that I hadn’t swallowed yet. She pushed me onto my back, as she explored my mouth; her tongue trailing my teeth, fencing with my tongue, till she was satisfied she had gotten everything.

“Mmmm, good to the last drop, if I do say so myself,” she purred as she came up off me.

“I agree, a five star meal,” I said, my hands on her hips, pushing her bare mound into the crotch of my pants, sending waves of electricity and pleasure surging through my groin.

“So, what are we doing tomorrow?” she asked, grinding harder.

“Mmm, how does Swing Dancing sound to you? The Swing Club is meeting at the Grove tomorrow at eight, you want to go?” I said, grinding back.

“Sounds like fun, I haven’t “Swung” for a while,” she said biting her bottom lip, as she pushed her breasts together, and pinched her nipples, still exposed to the night air.

“I’ve been meaning to work on my lifts anyway,” I grunted, as I pushed up hard against her.

“Ffffhuh! You just wanna practice flashing my panties to the others,” she gasped out; I could feel the lips of her pussy parting slightly over my mound.

“You’ve never complained before,” I replied. My hips arched strongly up, almost unseating Natasha, the feeling of supreme ecstasy frozen for that split second, then I came then release as my cum shot out of my and into my pants., my hips falling back onto the ground my whole body limp, exhausted.

“Hmmm, I never complain of the taste of this either,” she grinned as I lay her body on top of me, letting me lick her nipples, as she stuck her hand in my pants and brought a finger full of my cum, up to her mouth to taste, making a show of sticking it in her mouth, and working it around inside.

“Mmmm, I give it a four, nice creamy texture, sweet, but lacking in form.’ She grinned as she rolled off me, pulling her shorts back on. She squealed in delight as I gave her a light spank, as she got her shorts up.

Just then, I heard a key at the door. Her roommate was back! I rose up off her; she was wide awake in an instant, her eyes locked on the door. “Oh shit! She’s early!” she exclaimed, “I thought she’d be staying out later,” she moaned in disappointment, as she sank deeper into the coach.

Giving each breast one last squeeze, before she cover them up, we shared one last hot passionate kiss good bye. I looked into her disappointed eyes, “I’ll see ya tomorrow,” before standing up and got to the door just as Monika entered the room.

On wobbly knees, I said hello to Monika as I passed, watching her long black hair and bright blue eyes, stare back at me in amusement, knowing what was going on in here before she came in, she nodded hello back, and went over to Natasha, as I left the room, and went to the elevators.

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The house hadn’t been lived in for years and was one step away from derelict. It wasn’t boarded up, as there was no need this far to the edge of town.

The chances were minuscule that both of them should return to the house on the same day at the same time. It shortened the odds a little that it was ten years to the day from when they moved in, but it was still a pretty freaky coincidence.

Ryan came from the freeway, so he parked across the road. He got out of his car and looked over at the curling shingles, peeling siding and time-frosted glass that used to be his home. He walked gingerly up the rickety wooden steps thinking, “A broken stairway to a broken home.”

All the windows were thick with grime and it was impossible to see inside until he wiped away a few layers with the edge of his hand. He lowered his eye to the patch he’d cleared. Inside, there were a few old pieces of furniture that he didn’t recognize. He walked across the porch, rubbed some grime off the dining room window, and peered in. The wallpaper, that was just about still hanging on, was familiar. He looked for the dent in the wall, and was almost sure he could see it.

More memories than he expected came flying at him, each bringing its own emotion. There was the hope and happiness of the day they moved in, the exuberance of the time she was sitting naked on that very porch, waiting for him to come home from work. The closeness of the night they watched the fire bugs from the porch and talked about children. And, sadly, there was the shattering heartbreak of the day she walked down those steps and never came back.

Ryan shook free of the aching discomfort of this last memory, and walked back to the front door. One of the small glass panes was broken and he stooped to look through the opening. The hallway led straight down the center of the house from the front door, clear across the kitchen to the back door. The door at the rear had less of its glass intact and, just for a moment, he visualized Lauren looking straight back at him.

It took a few seconds to sink in, and then reality knocked him sideways—it was Lauren. Her features were unmistakable, and the look of shock that formed when their eyes locked sent a chill though him.

He was in no rush to walk around the house but, as he moved, his body was being infused with adrenaline pumped by an overworking heart. She was still standing at the door when he got there. He stopped a few feet away from her, but it was close enough to see that the years had been kind to his first love.

Her hair was still the blackest he’d ever seen. It was the same shoulder-length it always was, but the fringe had been replaced by bangs that wandered down the edges of her face to rest against her cheeks. Her startling indigo-blue eyes appeared a little dazed and showed several tiny age marks at their edges, but they still shone and enticed. She was obviously slightly bemused, and tried to smile—her naturally dark lips parted to reveal several white teeth.

It was a smile he never expected to see again, let alone here, today.

On her slim, five-feet-six, frame she wore an oversized Air Force-style leather jacket, tight blue jeans, and a plain white crew-necked top that curved with her small, well-defined chest. Her slimline sneakers had a few miles on them and he instantly noticed that, as always, she wasn’t wearing socks. Just like the cute lines of her nose, some things never changed.

“I…” It was impossible for Ryan to know whether he should smile, step closer, or run. “I… just… Wow—imagine seeing you here.”

“Imagine.” She looked calmer now, but Ryan knew her voice well enough to hear the undertone that matched his shock and uncertainty.

“I was just passing. Thought I’d take a look and…” Ryan swallowed and steadied himself. “I guess you know what today is?”

She raised a hand and brushed away a few stray strands of her shining hair. It was a motion that was so familiar, and made him want to reach forward and touch her. “Of course.” She nodded; no point in avoiding the obvious. “I’m surprised you remembered though.”

“There’s a lot of memories in this house.” He moved towards the door, and tried the handle. When it showed signs of giving, leant his shoulder against it. “Wanna check it out?” He grinned—the door was open.

Lauren led the way into the deathly silent house. She paused to look around the kitchen while Ryan picked up a broken picture that had fallen from the living room wall. He thought he recognized the frame, but doubted his instinct. “Remember the first pancakes you made there.” He pointed to the battered and long-dormant range.

“Black Frisbees.” For the first time he heard a lighter tone in her voice. “You still ate them.” She looked up to find his eyes. “That was a nice thing.”

In the dining room, Ryan immediately started checking the wall. He found the depression easily. “This is where you threw the pot at me.”

“And missed.” Lauren giggled. “I was jealous. You and Janie Heatherton. What was I thinking?”

“We were young.” Ryan started the obvious. “We güvenilir bahis siteleri had no chance. Hard to believe we lasted as long as we did sometimes.”

He stopped, looked at her and realized she was remembering as well.

“Maybe.” she considered. “But I didn’t come here because it was all bad. We sure were young though. Thinking of this place, I always think of the children’s story, Babes in the Wood.”

“We weren’t abandoned.” He vaguely recalled the story.

“No. Not by anyone but ourselves anyway.” Lauren turned and started upstairs. “I guess you can tell me now. Did you and Janie ever…”

Ryan sniffed at the notion. “No.”

“Good to know.” She paused and looked down at him, before smirking, turning away and allowing her incredible ass to keep him stationary as he watched it. A decade had done no damage there.

Climbing slowly, one step at a time, he replayed the time they didn’t even make it all the way upstairs, ripping each others’ clothes and frantically making love like time itself was running out. He counted, figuring it was the fifth stair her ass rested on while he thrust into her, sweat running from them both as their hands tried to be everywhere at once. Afterwards they laughed. Not a giggle, or playful laugh, but deep, passionate heaves. Ten years on and he’d never recaptured anything like those moments.

At the top of the stairs he paused on the landing, scanned the bare floorboards and ran a weary hand around his neck. He stepped into the bathroom and saw the sink, now stained from years of neglect. Looking into the cracked mirror with his soft brown eyes, he thoughtfully felt the six-hour growth on his chin.

He stood there for almost two minutes, staring at his reflection and wondering at how little it had changed in ten years, no matter how much he’d grown up. His faded Levis, give or take an inch, could easily be the same ones from back in the day but the plain white shirt was well-pressed and gave him a clean look that had probably improved over the years. His athletic frame was still evident and his face showed a gentle poise that he had grown into. For once he didn’t check the hairline that had receded a little and finished his reverie with an empty smile to the mirror.

After a jarring glance into what was going to be the nursery, he joined Lauren in the bedroom. She was staring out the window.

The room had changed color, and the only things left were an old mattress and a nightstand with a broken leg. Nothing in the room belonged to them except the memories. Ryan figured the memories were the most valuable thing anyway.

They were young back then, and learning to love was a tough assignment. It was easy to wish you knew what you did now, but he realized he only learned some of those things because of Lauren. He remembered signing simple contracts with each other, setting out childish rules about commitment and love. The paper was pink. They wrote the same words to each other, and exchanged them. Neither of them broke any rules, but they still broke each others’ hearts. He still had his copy, in a box somewhere.

It was all of the usual things that caught them out—money, immaturity, jealousy, stupidity.

They had a full set of those cards. It seemed like every night they were either making love or picking a new fight, each one cutting deeper. But, every morning, they woke up in each other’s arms. Sometimes they even woke up together.

“I wish we hadn’t fought so much.” Lauren didn’t turn around.

“Me too.” Ryan laughed. “The rest of the time was fun.” His gaze fixed on the snapped leg of the nightstand. “Remember the time we spilled rice and noodles in the bed? God! And the time we were in the shower so long the water went cold.”

He looked over and saw that she hadn’t moved. Her hand fumbled in her leather jacket and he understood.

“You okay?” He moved to her. When he saw her face, she was dabbing her eyes with a tissue.

“You made me cry.” She tried to laugh, and failed. “Again.”

“I’m sorry.” His words fell heavily to the dusty floor. There was no echo, but he heard them over and over again, reminding him this was the first time he ever said them to her.

“It’s funny—this house brought us so close together. And, at the same time, it ripped us apart.” He started to pace the room, trying to lighten his tone. “It was such a great feeling—moving in, building a home, being with you…” He stopped, conscious he was thinking about their lovemaking. “But paying for everything, not knowing how to compromise, or even when to compromise… Man, that just sucked. I… I just had no idea.”

Lauren finally turned away from the window, revealing her reddened eyes as she looked over to him.

“Neither of us had any idea,” she consoled. “We knew how to hold hands and make love. We didn’t know shit about paying bills and grocery shopping.”

Ryan laughed and their eyes fixed. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too.” Lauren walked into a familiar hug.

She stayed in his arms longer than he expected and his senses began firing the way canlı bahis siteleri only Lauren had ever woken them. He felt the lightest touch of her forehead against his cheek, and smelled the freshness of her silky hair. She sighed beneath the bulky leather jacket—a comfortable sigh, but a forlorn one.

“You still think about us?”

“Not too often.” He tried to sound offhand. “Maybe once very hour or so. More on a bad day.”

Lauren pulled out of his arms and looked up at him with a beaming smile.

“Fool.” She playfully punched his chest. “Only you have ever made me laugh and cry in the same minute.”

Ryan didn’t follow her out of the bedroom, but paced around the floor and remembered long gone moments of passion and youthful innocence. He sighed and sat on the windowsill with his back to the glass. He could hear her footfalls in the other rooms. Things started to hurt. Maybe he shouldn’t have come after all?

“Tell me this,” Lauren marched purposefully back into the bedroom. “What moment do you remember most? What’s the one image you’ll never forget from this house? From us?” There was a new light in her eyes. He recognized the passionate demand, but this was a little more muted than when he last saw it.

He answered without hesitation. “The night we crept downstairs with no clothes on. You got a soda from the refrigerator and threw it to me.”

Lauren sniffed. “I know, and it exploded.”

“Yes,” he nodded, “but you insisted on licking the soda off me.” She blushed and looked away, seemingly caught again by an open wound. “I remember how beautiful you were in the light of the open refrigerator.” He slapped his hands on his thighs and stood up. “Most beautiful thing I saw in all my life I think.”

“I should go.” She didn’t move.

“Me too.” Ryan stopped walking towards her.

“Just one thing though.” Lauren tried to look up at him, but failed at first. When her eyes did finally meet his, they were red, and showed just a hint of fear. Ryan said nothing, and waited. “Would you hug me again?”

He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her, this time reaching under the jacket to feel her body and pull her to him. After a few seconds, he felt her exhale the tension.

“I’ve missed that.” She maneuvered herself closer, her thigh resting against his, warm and inviting. This hug was longer, and she hugged back. They had been too young to handle the heat the house generated, but the flame hadn’t died.

As soon as she looked up, he knew to kiss her. Their lips were timid for just a moment, then pressed harder and allowed their tongues to remember their dance steps. He felt her hands make slight circular movements on his lower back and immediately his cock started twitching its appreciation for the affection.

Her jacket slipped off easily when he eased it off her shoulders from the inside.

“I’m married.” She kissed him again. “I shouldn’t do this.”

“So am I.” He tugged at her waistband. “Take your pants off.”

While she undid her belt and pulled her top over her head, Ryan quickly slipped out of his shirt, threw it onto the old mattress, and started to slide his jeans down his legs. His heart was racing the way it hadn’t for years. This was how it was supposed to be. This was how it always was with Lauren, no matter how slowly they made love.

They hurriedly stripped, covering the mattress with their clothes as best they could. When her jeans had joined his, and she was down to just her bra and panties, she stood before him and looked intently into his eyes as though making one final check that they should do this. Ryan kissed her and she reached behind to undo her bra.

He was cupping her breast and rubbing the nipple with his thumb and forefinger before she pulled the bra away. He looked down and saw those familiar smallish boobs with their uncommonly dark nipples that were already hard. They weren’t the only things that were hard. Ryan felt her hand find the front of his briefs. She squeezed tightly, but her fingers felt soft compared to his excitement. His free hand slipped down and paused at her hip, his fingers feeling the line of her thin panties, itching to get inside.

She was inside his first, her hand eagerly wriggling like a snake down his shaft and wrapping her fingers around him. Her fingers stretched down to his balls and pushed playfully at them. He gasped, already breathless with the building heat.

Still kissing her in a passionate rush, Ryan felt the front of her panties, pushing hard at the heat source with his whole hand and delighting that he felt her push back. He wanted to keep rubbing right where he was, but her pulling on his cock and the acceleration of the moment took over. His hand was inside her panties before her realized, his fingers along and between her folds, gliding in the liquid silk. “Oh God,” he vaguely heard himself breathe.

His hand slipped out as easily as it slipped in as Lauren pulled away and eased to her knees in front of him. Without hesitation, she deftly pulled his briefs over the top of his erection and down his legs. bahis firmaları Her eyes didn’t flicker as she gazed at him, very erect and beautifully shaped. “Hello.” She licked her lips involuntarily.

She continued to survey his cock without touching it, watching it twitch with anticipation less than six inches from her face. She placed a single finger on the underside and ran it down his length, then around his balls. Ryan looked down as she quietly worshipped him. He saw a huge smile on her face just before she leaned towards him and kissed the tip of his cock.

She took the weight of his balls in one hand and used the other to grip his cock firmly at its base. Then she took the head into her mouth, clamping her lips around the rim and teasing the underside of the head with her tongue, rubbing it back and forward just under the tip. Ryan closed his eyes and the years peeled away.

Lauren obviously remembered things too. Just as his balls started to retract, she stopped the rubbing with her tongue, pulled her mouth off him, and licked at the underside of his shaft.

Her hand closed a little tighter around his balls now, squeezing them gently and sending sparks up his shaft. Then she closed her mouth over the head again, clamping him tight and rubbing her tongue back along the underside of the tip. Again, the wave of pleasure built as fast as he’d ever known, and again, she knew exactly when to lift her mouth away from him.

She stood up slowly, running her hands up the outside of his legs, until their lips met again.

When they broke the kiss Ryan whispered, “Lie down.” It wasn’t an order. Nothing to do with domination—just facilitating the moment.

Lauren pulled off her panties and lay back on their discarded clothes. Ryan looked down and saw a look on her face he recognized. It was the look that said, “Nothing else in this world matters but you, me, and our sex.” It was something between them that they could never be free of.

She settled with her legs apart, inviting. Her swollen sex was showing glistening pink. Her chest heaved with the anticipation. Ryan eased down to his knees, never taking his eyes from her pussy. His tongue ran around his lips as he savored the coming taste.

As he closed on her, Ryan twisted his head sideways a little and brought the tip of his tongue to softly touch her pussy lips. His eyes closed as he lapped his way up the outer folds of her pussy. She tasted just the same and ten years of his life disappeared in a lick. Lauren was so wet that she seemed to wash over his tongue with every slow run it made up her slit. With another long stroke of his tongue he arrived at her clit and began probing it gently. Each touch from him triggered her hips’ writhing.

He was just about to push a finger into her when he felt her hands on the sides of his head, easing his face up from her sex. Her face burned with wanton desire and he knew it was time.

He let his fingers continue to rub her as he crawled two knee-steps up the mattress towards her. “I need you,” she said. She reached for him, grasped his hard-on, and guided it straight to her pussy. Her legs were even wider apart now, and ready for him. He felt harder than normal, bursting.

He held himself above her while she guided the head of his cock to her pussy lips. He pushed and slid home. His eyes were closed as all other senses closed down so he could feel the moment at its finest. When he reached the end of the tunnel, he opened his eyes. Lauren was looking intently at him. “I’ve missed you.”

“Nothing ever felt like this.” He brushed a stray hair away from her face and withdrew his cock a ways so he could feel himself moving inside her. Even on that first stroke, she was pushing her pelvis up to meet him and grinding herself against him.

He felt her hands come along his sides and gently rest against his hips, starting to guide and encourage his thrusts. Lauren’s face took on that look of giddy passion and need he would never forget, and had never found anywhere else. She pulled a little harder on his hips and he plunged deeper into her warm ocean. His balls were tingling already.

“Switch.” Lauren whispered urgently.

It was a request he knew only too well. Immediately he rolled over and allowed Lauren to straddle him, all without them becoming uncoupled. Lauren shook her hair away from her face, let her fingertips draw slowly down his chest, and worked her pussy all around him.

Her technique for moving up and down on him was simply to pinch her thighs together, move up a few inches, and let herself fall slowly back down. The first time she settled back onto his cock, a broad smile spread across her features. “Think we can still do it?” She spoke slowly, never breaking contact with his widening eyes. Ryan nodded. Some things you just knew would always work.

He reached up and took hold of her nipple, pinching it hard, the way she always insisted he did. His other hand eased along to explore the open contours of her pussy, pausing as he found the unmistakable button that was her clit. She was swollen, and beginning to ride him harder, so he allowed his fingertips to move with her, stroking her, and teasing her. When she reached behind and found his balls, he knew she hadn’t forgotten their timing, and how to make this all work the way no one else ever could.

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Sandy was in her early forties. She wasn’t ashamed of her age, and had no reason to be. She had a very attractive face and a sexy shoulder-length style to her light auburn hair. The first time I saw her when I transferred to that office I knew I would enjoy my stay there. She was only an inch or two over five feet, was very slender and well put together and had a sweet ass. I remember thinking to myself on several occasions of how much I would love to bend her over my knee and spank it. She used to sit on the edge of her chair and lean forward onto her desk making it stick out for me to appreciate it. A couple of times, by the way she looked at me, I was almost convinced that she was doing it on purpose to get me to notice.

She flirted with me a lot as we got to know each other better, but it always seemed like harmless innocent fun. Even when on one particular occasion she made it a point to sit next to me at the restaurant the office crew went frequented from time to time, sitting so close to me that I brushed arms with her every time I used my utensils, she had put her napkin over my leg as well as hers and jokingly, or so I thought, and wiped her hand off on the part of it that was on my thigh; even then I though next to nothing of it, passing it off as flirtation. Hell, I’m a guy, and every woman knows that guys just can’t read their minds.

It was Thursday, and I had been off all week. It was my “going away” party and the guys had laid out a spread on the lawn behind our building. I had been offered a much better position elsewhere and would have been stupid to refuse it. I was using up my remaining vacation time staying at home and finishing up things I had not had time to do earlier. Sandy had told me that we would just go back to the restaurant for lunch, but she apparently had wanted to do something nice for me. The food was good, but it wasn’t the food that mattered, it was the fact that Sandy had thought enough of me to put it all together even though I had only been working there for a few short months. I filled up and enjoyed their company. They really were a good group of people to work with. I stayed until everyone had to go back to work and went back home.

The next morning I sent her a quick email, partly to thank her again, and partly to see if she would keep in touch with me after I was gone. I couldn’t help but notice that the day she knew I was coming back to the office was the first day in a long time anyone had ever seen her wear anything the least bit revealing. She had actually worn shorts, sandals, and a sleeveless low cut blouse. I used to not pick up on those things, I am a guy after all, like I said, but even I have learned how to spot some of the signs over the years.

After emailing her I crashed out on the couch in front of the TV. When I woke up a few hours later I checked my email, and sure enough, she had responded. She started out with the expected, “No problem honey,” and went on to tell me that she had heard from Sharon, our other coworker who had been out of work for a while with a serious illness, and told me that she was doing better and would be back to work soon. What followed caught my attention. “Everyone keeps asking me where my boyfriend is.” I had to read on. “I tell them I had to dump you ’cause you never put out. Some boyfriend you are!” She concluded by telling me that they were probably going to cook out again next week and that I should come so that she would have someone to pick on again.

I replied right away, deciding to play along with her as we had so often in the office. I wrote, “Some girlfriend you are! If they ask me, I’ll tell them I dumped you ’cause you’re just a tease! So there!”

A couple minutes later came my reply, “You know you like it!”

I wrote back, “As a matter of fact, I do!”

I waited a while. She must have been busy there in the office with Sharon out sick and our other coworker being as slow and lazy as he was, or maybe she had just climbed out of the window and onto the lawn out back behind the office to take a smoke break. I almost got up from my computer desk and went to do other things when a new email came in from her.

“I just got back in from smoking,” I guess I knew her pretty well, “and you weren’t here to help me in the window. I had to pull my skirt halfway up to my ass to climb in here and I’m not wearing any underwear today. See what you miss out on for leaving me here all alone?”

Well damn then! She did love to tease. I was always too embarrassed or scared to keep it up for too when I was there in the office, but she had opened this can of worms and I decided to try to one-up her. I wrote back, “What a coincidence, neither am I! Great minds think alike don’t they?”

She replied minutes later, “Are you looking at that picture you took of me and playing with yourself? ‘Cause if you are that’s not fair. I don’t have a picture of you to look at while I touch myself!”

I guess deep down she knew me pretty well too. I replied, “Damn, caught in the act! It is a very good picture you know!” kaçak iddaa I took a quick web cam picture of myself and attached it.

She replied immediately. “That’s better, but you should have aimed the camera a bit lower for me. You know I like to watch you jack off.”

I was losing the “one-up” battle very quickly, if that’s what it really was. I couldn’t tell anymore. She could have been playing around with me, or she could have been quite serious. I decided to not give a shit and figured, “What the heck,” and played along some more.

“I’ll give you a better picture once I get a better one from you. Deal?” I sent the message and waited. As the minutes passed by I imagined her freaking out and calling a lawyer to have me sued for sexual harassment. I guess I’m somewhat of a pessimist.

Finally she replied, “Fine, but I don’t have a camera, you’re going to have to come here and take the picture yourself if you want it!”

Check.

I sent back a weak attempt to parry her move, “But then I’d have to put some clothes on if I’m going to leave the house!”

She wrote back almost instantly, “Don’t worry, you can take them off again when you get here.”

Check mate.

It was closing time at the office anyway and I was only 15 minutes from there. My mind was racing. Was she still playing with my mind or was she serious? I just sat there for a minute like a dumb ass, not really knowing what to do.

She wrote again, “I’ll be playing with myself till you get here.”

I barely managed to type back, “I’m on my way!”

I threw on some pants and ran out the door. It took me at least 5 minutes less than normal to drive the distance and when I got there the door was locked. I knocked and heard shuffling footsteps toward the door.

She unlocked the door and let me in, quickly locking it again behind us and leaving the keys in the lock. She was wearing that cute green khaki skirt I liked to see her in and a tight fitting white button-up blouse. She leaned against the door with her hands behind her back, looking up at me with a look of invitation. I put my hands on the door on either side of her and leaned in close to her face. Her lips parted and her eyes began to close as she tilted her head back in anticipation. I drew close. My lips grazed hers and she made a sound like she was gasping for air. I traced her lips with mine, and then her cheek, and then down to her neck. She tilted her head all the way back. I kissed her neck and her hands pooped out from behind her. She put them on my chest and gently squeezed me.

I whispered in her ear, “I forgot my camera.”

She giggled softly and I drew back to face her. We looked each other in the eyes. She whispered, “Maybe next time.”

We kissed, passionately at first, and then ravenously as we began tearing off each other’s clothes. She had already undone my shirt completely before I had even had the chance to undo the top button of her blouse. She ran her fingers through my chest hair as I finished unbuttoning it. I pulled it over her shoulders and she let her arms down long enough for it to drop to the floor. She was wearing a lacy black bra with a front release. I was not about to wait to undo it. With my thumb and two fingers I snapped it loose and it nearly flew off of her. She had often criticized her chest saying it was small, but I guess compared to Sharon’s just about everyone we knew had small breasts. Her breasts were young looking and pert, and her nipples were small but very perky. She was very tan but had no annoying tan lines.

I squeezed her close to me so her chest was pressed against mine. She felt damn good there, and I could have kept her there for hours, but she had more pressing needs. She slid down to her knees and unbuttoned my jeans, quickly reaching in to find my ever-increasing erection. Without a second of hesitation she stuck it into her mouth and began sucking on it vigorously. She put both of her hands on my belt and pulled my jeans down to my ankles, then grabbed my ass with all her might and thrust my cock deep into her throat. She began undulating her tongue and contracting her throat so that it felt like I was being jacked off in side her mouth. If I had been a teenager I would have drowned her in cum right then and there.

She was experienced enough to know when to stop and pulled back well before I lost it completely. She stood up and turned around so that her back was facing me. I immediately unzipped her skirt and dropped it to the floor, revealing that awesome ass I had sneaked so many glances at during work hours. She had a thin waist and slightly wide hips, giving it a beautiful heart shape. I grabbed her hands and put them on the door, leaning her forward, and cupped her breasts in my hands. I squeezed them, loving the feeling of her erect nipples in my palms, but I was impatient for more. I dropped my hands to her hips and knelt to the floor behind her, pressing my face up against her ass.

She responded by bending down lower and spreading out her stance, thrusting her ass wide illegal bahis open for me to devour. I buried my face in it, dispensing with any pleasantries, and began vigorously licking her anus. She showed her appreciation by wagging her tail in time with the rhythm of my tongue. I grabbed her ass with both hands and squeezed it tightly, pulling it open for me to be able to reach her pussy. I licked her pussy as if my life depended on it. She tasted so good, that I just had to stick my tongue as far up inside her as I could. She began stroking her clitoris like an experienced masturbator as I licked all around her vagina, exploring every nook and cranny of her sweet, juicy hole. In minutes she was quivering like a formerly neglected woman, moaning and swearing. I could have eaten her out all day if she would have let me, but she wanted something else right then.

“Fuck me, goddamn it!” she shouted.

I complied, standing up behind her and holding my cock in position. I thrust it into her with a vengeance and grabbed her hips again using them as handles to pull myself into her as far as I possibly could. My balls beat against her masturbating hand as I thrust in and out of her warm, wet, and surprisingly tight pussy. She began to shake violently as a massive orgasm approached. She was practically screaming. Her playing hand all of a sudden came to a stop and her shaking turned into a violent convulsion. She thrust out her ass one last time to bury me deeply inside her and let out a loud gasp as she erupted into an extremely moving orgasm. Her pussy tightened itself around me and pulsated as waves of pleasure rocked her body.

I pulled out and whipped her around to face me, picked her up by her ass, and wrapped her legs around me, thrusting my cock back into her still shaking body. I squeezed her close to me and pressed her down onto my cock as hard as I could without hurting her. She was so light I could barely feel her weight as I stood there. She threw her head back and grabbed her chest with both hands and I began lifting her up and down on me, fucking her standing. It felt damn good, but I wanted more, so I walked us over to her desk and gently laid her down on it and began to thrust in and out of her again as she lay there prostrate before me.

With one hand she squeezed one of her breasts and with the other she began playing with her clitoris again. As I pummeled her, her breasts bounced up and down. It was such a turn-on to watch her body move. I had to close my eyes just to lower my sensitivity level so I could keep fucking her as long as I wanted to. As she neared orgasm again she grabbed the edge of the desk with both hands, pulling herself into the motion as hard as she could, and lifted her legs into the air. I grabbed them and pressed them against my chest, and holding her by the thighs fucked the living shit out of her.

“Oh God!” she shouted and closed her eyes tightly, biting her lower lip as she braced herself for another massive orgasm. Her back arched and came off of the table leaving only her head and her ass touching it. She grabbed her breasts with both hands and burst into a more violent orgasm than the one before. She rocked back and forth as hard as she could, trying her best to get the most out of it.

I grabbed her wrists and pulled her to a standing position in front of me and quickly slipped out of her pussy. Without allowing her to say or do anything I turned her around and bent her forwards over the desk and thrust my cock back into her, pulling her toward me so that I was deeper in her than even before. She moaned in approval and began clawing at the desk as I fucked her from behind. She was still coming so she began to shake even more. I felt like I could stay inside her sweet pussy all night, but she had other things in mind. She reached one arm back as far as she could and began to toy with her anus, drawing fluids from her pussy as she did. I continued to fuck her, but more slowly as I watched her in intense anticipation. Her entire ass seemed to beg to be fucked.

She was beyond wet, dripping with her own juices, running down her legs and mine. She made sure that she was lubricated enough an inserted her middle finger all the way into her little asshole, and fingered it in counterpoint to the rhythm of my thrusts. With her index and ring fingers she touched my cock as I fucked her and watched her finger herself. She was gushing with sweet juices all over me. After several excruciatingly pleasurable minutes he pulled her finger out and drew up as much vaginal fluid off of my dick as she could and covered her anus with it.

“Fuck my asshole!” she exclaimed, slightly muffled as her face was pressed against the desk.

I pulled out of her and she grabbed my cock and began teasing herself with the head of it on her rim. I slowly and gently pushed myself into her tight but well lubricated asshole, inch by inch, until I could feel my balls against her pussy. I felt like I could cum right then and there. She lifted herself off the desk in an almost pushup-like motion and pushed bahis siteleri back against me, backing me away from the desk ever so slightly. That freed up her masturbating hand to reach under her belly and begin playing with herself again. She put two fingers inside herself and began thrusting them in and out. I followed suit and slowly began fucking her asshole, eyes closed tightly, holding onto her hips for dear life, trying my very best not to cum just yet. After all, I had wanted to fuck her up the ass ever since I first saw her bend over to put something in the filing cabinet in the office.

I set my jaw knowing it would help me focus, giving myself time to admire her incredibly delicious figure. I thought to myself, “I wish I had brought the camera after all…!” She had never really come down off of her orgasm, so she was still quivering with pleasure. I picked up the pace and gave her a bit more of me with every thrust. Her ass cheeks felt divine as they pressed against my pelvis and my thighs. I could only wish that I could somehow eat her out at the same time.

She moaned as her sensitivity intensified. I began to pound her ass harder and harder, and as she came again her ass seemed to tighten up around me. I felt like I could explode. She reached further back and grabbed my balls as I began to lose control. I began to moan out loud as I neared what felt like was going to be my biggest orgasm ever. Just as I was about to fill her asshole with cum she shoved me back and jumped off the desk, turned around and knelt on the floor in front of me. She pinched down on the head of my cock and held it tightly, momentarily warding off my orgasm.

She looked up at me and spoke in a soft but raspy voice, “Not yet.”

As my sensitivity level dropped just below the danger zone she released her grip and with my balls in one hand and her pussy in the other, she swallowed me whole like she had done at the door.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Her tongue was dancing all around my dick and as she deep throated me she hummed loudly, making me feel as sensitive as a first timer. I leaned over to watch her finger herself. I love watching a woman masturbate, but she looked as though she really enjoyed it. Little did I know what she had planned for me. She lubricated her middle finger as much as she could and brought it up to my asshole. She toyed with my rim for a moment making sure I was able to take it and then slid it inside me and began thrusting it in and out of me as she squeezed my balls. I had always heard about the male g-spot, but had never had the desire to try to find it on my own.

I couldn’t take it anymore and she knew it. She wrapped her hand around my shaft, and squeezed tightly as she continued to dig inside my asshole, thrusting her finger in deeper and deeper. Then she found it, and with one motion pushed her finger in as far as she could, pinched down on my shaft just below the head of my cock, and opened her mouth wide. I exploded in her mouth and onto her face. She began stroking me again as I spewed jets of cum onto her tongue. Her mouth was full of my sperm and yet she acted as though she were in total bliss. She stroked me and squeezed every last drop of cum out of me never taking her finger out of my ass. She released my cock for a moment and raised her hand to her mouth letting the cum flow out into it. It ran down her arm, her face, her neck, her chest, and onto the floor, but she still managed to keep a big handful of it with which she promptly covered my dick and began stroking me again. With her finger up my ass I could not go limp if I had wanted to. My cum was all over her. It turned me on even more.

She stroked me for several minutes as my sensitivity levels intensified exponentially, and just when I thought that my cum was no longer lubricating me enough for her to keep stroking me that way she swallowed me again, this time all the way down her throat, and locked on to me not letting me resist. She fingered my anus and squeezed me tightly as the feeling grew stronger and stronger. I began to quite literally fuck her face, and she just moaned in appreciation. Just as I was teetering on the edge of orgasm again, she pulled her finger out of my ass and grabbed my butt cheeks with both hands and pulled me deep in to her throat. I exploded again, and nearly passed out as the cum left my balls. She gripped me tightly, not letting me pull away, swallowing every last drop. She finally loosened her grip and pulled me out of her throat and kissed the head of my penis and looked up at me and smiled. She spread my cum all over her face and chest with her free hand, refusing to let go of my dick with her other one.

She stood up and I leaned over and embraced her and kissed her cum covered mouth. Our tongues intertwined and we pressed against each other passionately embracing. I took her hand and walked over to a chair. I sat down and she climbed onto my lap sideways and put her arms around my shoulders. I put my arms around her tight little waist and gently squeezed her. She was still glistening all over from our sweat and sex juices, and at that point I was really regretting having left my camera at home. I could have fucked her again right there, but again, she had other plans.

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Are you ready?

He was a smug bastard, she knew that. Months of flirting had come down to this. Did she really want to do it? Of course. Did he turn her on? Very much. Was she ready? Fuck yes. He sat across from her in her living room, watching her, drink in one hand. She liked being watched, by him especially. She could see the desire in his eyes as he took in her beauty. She casually crossed her long legs, her short skirt riding up, exposing a generous portion of her tanned thigh. The move had the effect that she was hoping for as he shifted in his seat. The edge of her mouth curled into a knowing smile. He was smug alright, and she was about to cure him of that. She undid the last button of her business jacket, letting it fall open. The top two buttons of her silk blouse soon followed; her cleavage putting considerable strain on the remaining buttons. Something to whet his appetite.

“May I join you on the couch?” He had broken quickly. He must want me bad, she thought. Let’s see how badly.

“Please do.” She patted the cushion next to her. He rose and sauntered towards her. Oh he’s making a good show of it alright. She licked her lips slowly, an obvious ploy. When he was halfway across the room she raised her hand: “Stop there.” A flash of confusion crossed his face. “Let me see it.” He frowned, not following. “Your cock… let me see your cock.” The word left a deliciously vulgar taste in her mouth. It wasn’t one that she used often, but she was doing a lot of things differently bahis siteleri tonight. He smiled, then dropped his hand down to his crotch. He made a show of opening his zipper, going very slowly, as if teasing her. He reached in and fished it out. It stuck out straight, hard and unsupported. She had to admit that it was very nice, very nice indeed. “Stroke it.”

“What?”

“Stroke your cock for me. Do you know how to do that?” He looked down and smiled. Then again he gave in quickly. His fingers began trailing over the tight skin. He put his hand around the shaft and began pumping up and down. While she watched she realized that she had never seen a man do this before. Yet another boundary demolished. His pace was slow at first, then began to quicken. Her legs parted slightly. Her right hand disappeared under her skirt and she began to slowly rub herself through her panties. Watching her play with herself increased his enthusiasm. She had to stop because she didn’t want him cumming yet. “Now take off your clothes.” He didn’t hesitate. She had never seen anyone get undressed as fast as he did right then. His shoes and socks went first. Shirt and tie next, practically flying off his body. Lastly his pants and underwear. He stood before her completely nude, his dick bobbing up and down, the hole in the tip now moist. “Lie down on the rug.” Again he complied.

His dick, still hard as stone, lay across his trim stomach. She slowly stood up and walked over to him. Her excitement was rising. She canlı bahis siteleri had never been this forceful, this in command with a man before. She stood over his face. “Pull my panties down.” He reached under her skirt, grabbed the waist band and pulled them down past her thighs and down to her calves. She lifted one leg so he could slip the panty over her foot. She kicked away the garment with the other foot. She lowered herself over his mouth. “Now eat my pussy.” When his tongue came in contact with her already damp lips she let out a moan. She went down to her knees and began sliding her pussy up and down his face, stopping to grind it onto his tongue, wriggling her hips to increase the contact. She reached back behind her and took his cock in her hand. He immediately grabbed her ass and started working on her harder, his tongue working it’s own magic. It stuck in between her lips and brushed up against her clit. She arched her back. “Right there! Keep going right there. Don’t stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.” She rubbed his cock harder, squeezing the head in her hand and smearing it with its own pre-cum. She wanted it now. She would take it.

She rose again, but only to move back over his waist, and the object she wanted to use for her release. She pulled her skirt up over her ass and guided his cock in. If it looked good it felt even better. It filled her perfectly. “Fuck me. Fuck me, mutherfucker!” But she was the one doing the fucking. He was just holding on for the ride. She lifted canlı bahis herself up, then plunged back down again. Lifted up, plunged down, taking every inch. He grunted every time she came down onto him. She was so wet that is was running down his dick. Squishing noises filled the apartment. “Goddamn that’s a good cock.” She fucked him hard.

The intensity in her eyes was a side of her that he had never seen at work. This woman was a complete stranger to him. He was literally getting his brains fucked out.

She could feel it starting. An intense wave just growing and growing. If she had been an ocean she would of had a tsunami forming inside her pussy. Her grunts joined his. “I’m going to cum. Fuck, I’m going to cum hard!” The hoarseness of the sounds coming from her throat surprised and almost frightened her… almost. She didn’t care about anything. That she might be hurting him with her efforts never entered her mind. She needed to get off. She could feel him stiffening up. Oh no you don’t. Not before me, she thought to herself. She fucked him harder than she had fucked anyone in her life. It was a desperate race to orgasm. And she won. She dropped down on him one last time and exploded. “Ohhhhhh gooooooooooooood!!! Fuuuuuuuuuck Meeeeeee!!!” She wrapped her arms around herself and she rode the tsunami. Wave after wave drove through her. Her actions set him off, filling her up. She felt it, but was still basking in the glow of her own immeasurable orgasm to care. She collapsed on his chest as she sucked in air. Her lips kept a hold of his softening cock, enjoying the feeling and not wanting to let go. She looked up at him.

“I wasn’t ready for that!” He laughed out loud.

She laughed with him. She was.

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Well, I am glad to see the Assassin Prelude was good enough for you to come back. Chapters 1 & 2 will be coming out very close together. The first chapter is a little different, but I think you will enjoy it.

Since we didn’t make my appointment last night, I have to get it done tonight. It’s my anniversary & I really want her to be able to come home to nice pretty pierced nipples. Last night about did me in. I was still so nervous. If I didn’t need you to be able to do this, I don’t know if I would be able to look you in the eyes ever again.

J (my wife) helps me clean Saturday. The house desperately needed it. It looks fantastic. She leaves for work at 5pm. I don’t think she suspects a thing.

I jump into the shower and enjoy the cool water. It’s really hot today. I grab the showerhead, turn it on high and massage my clit with it. One foot is up on the edge of the tub and I am leaning on the wall. It doesn’t take long and I shriek your name. All I can think of is you. I am not going to make it through tonight.

I quickly throw a shirt and pants on, and wait. 6 pm then 6:30pm, no call or text, I have convinced myself that you ditched me. I’m sad. I had really wanted to do this. I was hurt because you promised. You knew I couldn’t do this without you.

At 7:06 I couldn’t stand it anymore.

I send you a text: Ok, what’s the good excuse (she better be cute) so I can find something else to get into tonight?

That’s breezy, right? It’s fine. I am not letting him know he hurt me. I am fine, got it?

At 7:07 a text beeps right back.

He sends: I’ve been waiting on you. Told you after 3 I’d be free lol

At 7:08

I send back: No, you said you would let me know because you wanted to sleep, I’ve been ready.

At 7:09

He sends back: I went to the show and slept. I thought you were going to text me.

Ok, screw this. I need to be there by 7:30 at the latest. I call you, and ask where you are. You say you’re at home, but can meet me there. The tattoo shop is roughly halfway between the two of us. It takes 15 minutes to get there. I say ok. It’s a really good thing that for the first time in my life I am actually ready to walk out the door.

I jump into my blazer a little sad that I don’t get to ride in The Assassin, but it’s more important to get this done. I make the 15 minute trip in about 7 minutes. I sit for a couple of minutes. I’m trying to stop shaking and breathe. I have been so nervous I didn’t eat today. I’m hoping I don’t fall out when they do this. I definitely think you don’t want to have to call my wife & explain you’re taking me to the emergency room.

Ok, I sit for 2 more minutes, its 7:30 I have to go in. I know I have paperwork to fill out. I walk in. The artist is talking to a guy about covering up a nasty blue home tattoo with some tribal. I smile thinking of your truck & the tribal details down the side. The other artist finally wanders out and asks what I want. I tell him I want to get my nipples pierced. He has to tell me to speak up. I tell him I want both of my nipples pierced. I keep looking out the window for you. I know you will be there, I just need to breathe.

I took as long as possible filling out the paperwork. As he takes my debit card to pay, I hear you pull in. I don’t even need to look up. I would know that truck anywhere.

” Holy shit, that’s a sweet ride.” Says someone behind me.

You have everyone’s attention. The guy handling my paperwork wonders aloud, why you might be here.

I tell him. “That’s my moral support.”

He looks up surprised because my voice is calm & clear. There’s no whispering now. I keep my head down while you walk in the door, because I don’t want you to see me smiling.

You’re texting, as usual. You ask me if I’m ok. I tell you, no not really. I’ve been shaking since noon. You tell me you’re sorry for being late, that you had a county sheriff & state cop behind you. I tell you, you still made good time. I loved your entrance, but I leave that part güvenilir bahis out.

The piercer comes up & asks if I’m ready. I, of course say no. You laugh & say come on. We follow him to a room in the back. He tells us to come in & sit. He has to get the stuff together. He asks if I’m familiar with what he was going to do. I told him I had, had my breasts done 10 years ago, but one got ripped out. You sit in the corner on a stool. Al, the piercer, tells me to hop up on the table. You actually put you cell away. Wow. You slide the stool up next to me. Al asked if I was ready.

I said, “If I have to be.”

Both of you laugh. It gets quiet. You are both just staring at me. I wonder what’s wrong. Oh crap I have to take my shirt & bra off. I hesitate for just a second. Then I whip my shirt off with no problem. The bra is a pain in the ass. I ask you to help, and you look less than thrilled, because this is the same kind as last night. Yes, you have the same problem getting it off that you did last night. I had to bite my tongue not to laugh. You finally get it off. Somehow both the bra & shirt are behind my back.

You reach for them & ask me if I want you to hold them, so I might be more comfortable. I nod yes, but think that nothing is going to make me feel better. Al had offered to pierce both at the same time, but I didn’t want you to rush off. Al has me hold them up a bit, so he can mark them. He tells me to get up & go look. I really just want to ask you if it’s ok. I’m afraid to try to walk. I get up, look for maybe a second & sit back down.

Al cleans the left nipple off. He says the scar tissue doesn’t matter, it healed well. He puts the clamp on & I tensed up. I want to try to bolt. My hand is beside me on the table. I want your hand, leg, something I don’t care. You reach out for my hand, palm up. Your long fingers wrap around mine. They are so incredibly soft. I have got to remember to ask you what you use.

On three I take a deep breath. The needle goes ¾ of the way in & Al must hit scar tissue. I squeeze your hand. I hope I didn’t hurt you. I force myself to open & relax my hand, but you hold it for a minute until he is ready to do my right nipple. My eyes are shut, I am only aware of your hand. Not you, Al, or the hard metal bar through my poor little nipple.

Your voice startles me & makes me jump.

“Hey brother, you want me to switch sides with you?”

Is that your voice? Is it really that deep? I am swimming in endorphins, I have to concentrate on your voice. Al asks if I’m ready, I nod. I reach out for your right hand. The same thing happens again, your long fingers & soft hands encompass mine. There is nothing else except that connection. I have never had something like that happen with any of my tattoo’s or piercing’s before. I have no idea of what to make of it.

I wait for Al to count down for me, the clamp is on. Oh wow, it feels really good. My eyes are closed & my head is against the back of the table. Al doesn’t give me any warning whatsoever. He just puts the needle through. Slower than the other side. I take in a deep breath. I make a whimper noise. Oh my god. My pussy is tingling. I think I had a mini nipple orgasm. You don’t let go until I do.

I know you felt that energy surge. I know you’re not sure what to make of it. I don’t know what to either. Al tells me to go ahead & get dressed. I can’t believe it’s over. You’re going to walk out and that will be that. Actually Al is buying me a few minutes by looking at all the tattoos on my back. I don’t want him to, but you’re looking too, so I’m happy. I ask Al if I should put my bra back on, he says sure. I have to get you to help me.

You are starting to hate this thing. We wander out of the back talking. The Assassin comes up & I am now soaked. You couldn’t have trained me any better, if you had tried. I am not going to let on to it either.

We are walking out & there’s 5 or 6 guys wandering around the truck. You know how the seagulls stalk the Mc Donald’s parking lot? It’s canlı bahis a lot like that.

I lean over to your ear & ask, “Is it always like this?”

I can actually see a little smile. I love it. Then the barrage of questions come. They all want to know how much you’ve spent on it.

You say, “No, idea, don’t care.”

It’s so strange, when you talk to me about the truck, you are proud & happy. Standing here talking to these guys, you are quiet, reserved, almost depreciating. You try to ask me what I have planned for the night, but we keep getting interrupted by the seagull people. They of course all know everything about trucks, all trucks. We try to walk to your driver’s door.

I ask what you’re up to tonight, and you say heading to a local bar, a friend is bartending. I nod, and say I guess I’m heading home. I kind of hope you ask me to take along, but at the same time, I really need to go home & handle something. I have to run my hand down the tribal on the door, very gently I don’t want to take a chance of scratching the clear coat.

I feel the energy surge through me. I ask you about the flame tattoo that you got some more work done on. You say you’re leaving it black, no color. You have a spider web tattoo on your elbow. I am about to ask about the stars when you tell me you just got the stars. I ask you about color. You said red, of course. I really like the stars. I pull up your right sleeve. I couldn’t remember for the life of me, what you had on your right arm. The only pictures you had up, didn’t have it, yet. It’s a 1950’s era pin up. I love it. I pull your sleeve back down because I’m afraid I’m going to bite it.

You open your arms and say you will give me a gentle hug so not to hurt the nipples. I reach up & put my arms around your neck & squeeze. I take a deep breath in. It does hurt, but it is a slow ache. I am so hot right now. I know you can feel my energy surge again, but you don’t say anything. If I can’t get any relief from you, I have to go home. NOW!

You lean in and whisper,” Come on, let me take you for a little ride. I have a few minutes.”

I am a bit dumbfounded. I didn’t expect this. You laugh at me, because for once I am speechless. Thank God you are a gentleman, and walk me to the passenger side door. You have this habit of making me unsteady on my feet. You grab my ass as I climb up in to the truck. There’s no mistaking what is on your mind.

When you pull out of the parking lot, you lay rubber. I love this very fine piece of machinery. I close my eyes a minute and let the vibration of the tires on the road make me even wetter.

“I don’t have a lot of time.”

Your voice brings me back to the present. I waste no time on subtleties. I stretch out across the suede bench seat, like a cat. I use both hands to find your stiffening cock. At least I don’t have to fight you this time. With a little help from you, I am able to quickly divest you of your shorts.

“Um, should I pull over?” There is the slightest quiver to your voice.

“Keep driving, while I suck every last drop of cum out of you.” Who said that?

That doesn’t even sound like me anymore. I make sure you get to enjoy my tongue stud. I run the tip of my tongue in your slit collecting the droplets of pre cum. I take just the head into my mouth to tickle & torture you. I lap it like a kitten laps up cream. I wrap one hand tight around you like a cock ring. The other hand is firmly fondling your balls.

It’s a good thing I trust you with my life. I know you only know how to drive one speed. Fast. The fast I suck and stroke your cock, the faster you drive. My shirt has worked its way up and my nipples are rubbing the suede seat through my black lace bra.

The gentle friction is killing me. I openly moan when they catch your thigh. I am going to pay for this tomorrow.

You reach down and I pause for a moment. The last thing the piercer said was not to play with them for 4-6 months. You flick the hooks to the back of my bra, and you are finally bahis siteleri able to get it off with little effort. I would have laughed if my mouth wasn’t very full.

I lean up so you have better access to my breasts. Your long fingers wrap my breast and your fingers gently squeeze my nipple. I can’t help it this time and am openly moaning. I don’t know who is pleasuring whom now.

You pick my head up and tell me that I need to cum first. I must have looking really confused, because you chuckle at the look on my face. It takes me a minute to catch up with your thought.

“I want to watch you while we drive”

I have to take a deep breath. I would love to put a show on for you. I would do anything you asked. I am however very grateful the truck has a lift and big tires, otherwise everyone on the road would be getting a show today.

I flip my shirt over my head so you can see my very pretty pierced nipples. They are so sensitive. I don’t want to fight with my skirt, so I just slide it up so you can see everything. I love the look of surprise on your face when you realize I didn’t wear any panties. I lean back against the door and spread my legs so that you can see hot, dripping pussy.

I feel so naughty knowing any big truck that pass us, can see everything I am doing. I am afraid I will drip on the suede. I take 2 fingers on my right hand and dip into my honey pot. My left hand caresses my large breast. My eyes are closed as my fingers slide in and out of my pussy. I add a third because two are not enough when I am this far gone. I am openly moaning in pleasure and lust. I need more. So wet, I want to cum for you. I open my eyes to beg and plead with you to let me cum. You shake your head no. I pull my fingers out and taste my sweetness. You do a double take and a very knowing lustful smile caresses your lips.

You reach over take a hold of my long blonde hair and pull me into a deep passionate kiss. You bite my lower lip. Deeper, it’s amazing I have never been kissed like this. It takes all of my being to pull away from you enough to run juice soaked fingers over your lips. I sink my fingers deep into your mouth. You suck them clean. I can’t let this get personal. I am addicted to you.

I lean back against the cool glass so you can finish watching what I started. My nipples are like diamonds and sore from rubbing on the suede. I spread my pussy lips. My fingers tease my aching clitoris. It sends shivers down my neck and back. I look over and see your amazing eyes staring through me.

“I don’t care about the seats, just don’t rush.” Your voice a low growl.

I am convinced you are a mind reader. I am a bit surprised, but more than happy to oblige. I plunge three fingers deep into my aching slit. Over and over, but I don’t want to cum too fast. I reach up to play with both of my nipples. I tease and twist them until I am making gutteral nonsense for words. I gasp as my pussy is suddenly filled. I open my eyes to see you just a few inches from me.

“Just hold on.”

I am not sure if this is a threat or for my own safety. I am your wanton slut. I wrap my arms around you tightly and hope I survive. Emotions wash over me and I give myself over to you completely. Your long fingers violate my hot, throbbing pussy. I can’t handle anymore. Tears run down my cheeks.

“Don’t deny me. Relax.”

All I can do is cling to you and beg. You bite my neck and I cry out for more. You pull me onto your lap. I am completely overwhelmed. My fingernails are sunk deep into your back. Suddenly I am empty. I feel devastated.

It’s only a moment, and I am filled even more completely with your cock. You pound my aching pussy, over and over. I wrap my legs around you to slide you into me as deeply as possible.

“Cum for me” I barely recognize you.

You bite my neck again. Your final stroke is deep and hard. Every orgasmic pulse of your cock makes me cum harder. It’s pleasure it’s pain. Our energy meshes and explodes. You have to hold me to keep me from collapsing. Slowly, you lean me back against the door again. You check me over slowly and gently to make sure I am okay.

I whisper, “When did you pull over?”

The Assassin Chapter 2 will be posted shortly…

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THE FAREWELL

“Don’t worry so much, okay?” Janelle said, rubbing Avery’s shoulder. He sat on the bed, looking at her beautiful face. She wore very deep red lipstick on her lips. Painted on her face was a soft and loving smile from ear to ear.

“Well, I just…I don’t even really know you, Janelle. I mean…You know?” he said, putting his hand onto her knee. Janelle sighed and lowered her head, shaking it lightly.

“Look, Avery, you’re starting to make things more complicated than they need to be. All I want to do is to fuck and leave. Now, you can either choose to fuck me or not,” Janelle said, crossing her legs on the bed. Avery looked her body up and down. She had bright, blonde hair, resembling sunlight. She had blue, piercing eyes and a gorgeous curvature of hips and waist that connected to her flat, soft stomach. Even more perfect were her breasts: round, supple, perky, and very large. Janelle wore a silver nightgown that had white fur of some kind tracing the outline of the gown. Avery looked downward to see her moving her foot back and forth in agitation. On her fingernails and toenails was a fresh coat of polish, a red color that matched her lipstick. Avery soon came to the realization that she was so well put together because she wanted to impress him. She brushed her hair back and peered into his eyes. She had a look of both longing and desperation. There had not been any girls in Avery’s bed since the break-up with Jenna, and though he tried, there was not much else he could to resist Janelle short of killing himself. Slowly, Avery’s head started to drop off, and he began to file through his old memories, the beginning of his semi-friendship with Janelle.

Avery thanked Matthew for introducing Janelle to him. Avery was impressed by her ability to speak French. Though he would never admit it, she spoke much better than he did, but on the short occasion that he did speak to her, he was able to hold his own. Since then, he had been obsessed with this gorgeous blonde beauty. He spoke to her sparingly, and eventually he went to visit her by surprise at her apartment. She and Avery sat on the couch, watching a movie together. They got to asking questions, and eventually, they became somewhat of friends. Luck, as it seems, was the game of Texas Hold’em that Janelle held at her house with her roommates. She invited Avery via AIM. It was a tough game, but luckily, he came out on top. The roommates left the game, leaving only Avery and Janelle in the living room. Feeling a bit frisky, Janelle came up with quite the little idea. They played one game of high draw. If Avery won, Janelle would strip for him. If Janelle won, Avery would strip for her. The first game they played was that evening. Avery lost that first game. Janelle was entertained by Avery’s nakedness. Though Avery was never too confident in his shape, Janelle found it to be quite sexy. The next day before work, Avery returned to Janelle’s apartment and played a second game of high draw, which, again, he lost. He was beginning to think his luck had run out in life. The day just prior to Janelle showing up at his apartment dressed to kill, Avery raised the stakes. If Janelle won, she wanted Avery to give a strip dance to every girl in her apartment. But if Avery won, he would be allowed to fuck Janelle. She happily and arrogantly accepted. Avery and Janelle had played nine games of high draw, and she always won. There was no reason to suspect that Avery’s luck would change any time soon.

Avery came home from his last night at work. Tomorrow he would be pulling an all-nighter with Matthew for philosophy, so he thought he better climb into bed and get all the sleep he could. He opened the door to find Janelle sitting in the living room. She had her hair bound by a black band. She was waiting for Avery and was entertaining herself with the television in the living room. She was wearing a blue jean skirt and a red shirt that left very little to the imagination. Janelle said nothing. She held her hand up and showed Avery the pack of cards she had with her. He sat down next to her and shuffled the deck. Then he spread the cards out on the table. Janelle drew the first card from the deck. She looked at it once, and then gave a devilishly sexy smile to him.

“It must be something really good,” Avery said, smiling back at her. “I guess I should get my tights ready for you and your friends, huh?”

“Just draw your card, babe,” she said, concealing hers. Avery did as he was told. He took up a single card. He held his breath, knowing what was on the line: either a strip show for her or a fuck session for him. He looked at the card, a 3 of spades. He sighed, and then lowered his eyes in disappointment.

“You show first,” she said, looking at him. He put the card on the table, revealing to her that for the tenth consecutive time, he lost. She smiled and started laughing.

“Well, it’s not all that bad, babe,” she said, scooting closer to him. She pressed her lips against his without warning, dropping the card onto the ground. Her lips were soft and warm. It was the first kiss he had received in nearly two years. Avery kissed her back after the initial shock of her bahis siteleri sudden advance had worn off, tasting the flavor and savoring the amazing feeling of her lip gloss. He broke the kiss and picked up the card, which had landed face down. He turned it over… 2 of diamonds. Avery had won. Now he understood why Janelle had smiled when she looked at the card.

Janelle cuddled her head onto his shoulder and smiled.

“I was hoping you would win, babe.”

Avery shook those used memories from his mind to hear Janelle calling his name.

“Avery? Avery? Earth to Avery?” she said, trying to stare him in the eyes.

“Huh? Oh, I’m sorry,” Avery responded, staring at her. Janelle was getting anxious. She had a terrible itch that was only getting worse.

“Look, I’m sorry. I’ll just leave you alone, Avery.” She stood up and headed toward the door. Avery, out of desperation, quickly headed for her, closing the door as she moved to open it.

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hang on just a second. Look, I’m sorry, I’m just having a weird day, you know?” he said to her, putting his free arm around her waist. Janelle gave a soft smile. She loved it when guys chased after her. Avery did the one thing that turned her on the most. Her itch had grown even more, and she needed him to scratch it for her.

“Well, you need to get your head in the right place, babe. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think that you didn’t want to fuck me,” she said. Playfully she slowly bent over a bit to let her small, silver nightgown hike up a bit, revealing a small amount of her orange and pink g-string. Avery looked down to see the bare flesh. He smiled a bit and started rubbing her bare ass, cupping it in his hands, and then giving it a small slap. Though it was only a light slap, it made Janelle’s ass sting a bit. But the pain only intensified her state of mind.

“Ooh, babe, be careful. You wouldn’t want to hurt me, would you?” she said, leaning down a little more and putting her hands on the door in front of her. Avery liked as Janelle teased him like this. Her tight, curvy ass stuck out perfectly and lined up exactly with his crotch.

“Of course not honey. I most certainly wouldn’t want to hurt you honey,” he said, his fingers fighting each other over the buckle to his belt. Finally, it was able to get it free, pulling it from his waist.

“Oh, I’m sure you don’t want any of this, now do you babe?” She shook her ass at Avery’s crotch, letting him feel her soft flesh against her hardening erection. Avery, in return, quickly pulled down her panties, making sure to touch plenty of the flesh on her legs. He took his middle finger and rubbed her pussy lips. When he pulled his finger back, Janelle’s pussy opened up, sending her juices dripping onto the wine-colored carpet. Janelle shivered as Avery did this, and she leaned down a little more to give him better access to her dripping vagina. Avery, in response, quickly unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, letting them fall to the ground. Janelle turned around and pulled Avery to her, shoving her tongue right into his mouth. Avery responded by putting his tongue in hers, moving quickly in circles. She pressed her body against his, rubbing her erect nipples against Avery’s hard chest. Avery pushed back in return, pressing her into the door, making a loud thud that echoed down the halls. Janelle felt herself get wetter when he pushed her back against the door. She grabbed his face in her hands, breathing heavily as she looked into his eyes.

“You better fuck the shit out of me, Avery,” she said, pulling him back to her, kissing him so hard that his jaw began to hurt. Avery kissed her hard in return, turning her around and lifting up her nightgown, pulling his dick from his boxers. Janelle shuttered when she felt the head of Avery’s dick rubbing against her pussy. She turned around again to stop him. She fell to her knees and took his dick in her hands, stroking it quickly. After only a few strokes, she dove for it, sucking on it hard and fast. She swallowed about half of his dick as quickly as she could, moving her hand back and forth with blinding speed. Avery’s head fell back in pleasure. Janelle had found that one extremely sensitive place on Avery’s dick, and she was now exploiting it.

“Mmm, yes, suck that dick,” Avery moaned, looking down to see Janelle’s mouth spreading her precious saliva all over Avery’s dick. Her mouth and hands were moving in unison. Avery could barely stand as Janelle worked her magic on his dick. She moaned and moaned, enjoying both the taste and the feel of his dick in her mouth. Then she started slowly down, sucking harder but at a slower, agonizing pace. Her other hand moved up Avery’s powerful leg to cup his balls. She ran her thumb and forefinger against them, massaging them lovingly. Then, she pulled Avery’s dick from her mouth, a long string of saliva and pre-cum connecting her pink tongue to his raging dick.

“Mmm, your dick tastes so good, babe,” she cooed, stroking it slowly. She slowly ran her tongue at the base of his dick down the vein of his dick. He smiled and watched her tongue move up and down the vein of his dick, teasing it. Then, she opened canlı bahis her mouth and took him in again, sucking down slowly. Avery’s mouth dropped open, a moan escaped from it. At last, he could not take it anymore.

“Ohh, come here,” he said, pulling her away from his dick and bringing her up to his feet. He kissed her hard, tasting himself in her mouth. He turned her around and grabbed her by her hips. Janelle’s hands went straight for the door to support her weight. She clenched her teeth together as she felt Avery’s head slipped into her tight, wet hole. She moaned out loud as it began to suck up the rest of his dick, until his entire dick was buried to the base.

“Ohh yeah… Ohh hell yeah,” Janelle moaned out loud, pushing back against Avery. He began slowly, moving his dick back and forth. His thrusts were long and hard, filling Janelle up each time with his entire dick. She lowered her head and used her hips to push back against him each time he thrust forward.

“Ohh God! Fuck me! Fuck me!” she exclaimed, moaning louder with each thrust of Avery’s dick. He gripped her waist hard, moving faster and faster. He moved his hands up and down her back, savoring the soft flesh of her body. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the powerful rod invading her depths. Avery’s thrusts were growing harder and stronger than before. He reached upward to squeeze her breasts. He pinched her nipples with his fingers, flicking them back and forth. Janelle’s moans filled Avery’s ears, driving him crazy and causing him to fuck her even harder.

“Ohh yes, ohh yes, ohh yes, ohh yes! Oh God, AHHHHHHHH!” screamed Janelle as she began to pour cum on Avery’s dick, her pussy clamping down onto it, keeping it from slipping out of her. He could feel how wet she had become and it drove Avery to fuck her even harder. Within seconds, he felt the tingle in his balls, and he knew what was next.

“Ohh, Janelle! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” he moaned out loud, leaning backward as he thrust to his own release. Finally, he felt as though he were ready to explode. He quickly pulled his dick out of her and gave it a few strokes. Within moments, he was cumming. He let out a long sigh as his cum splattered against Janelle’s ass and back. A long shot reached as far as her hair. When it was all over, Avery had emptied his balls all over Janelle’s ass. It glistened with his thick, white cream. It slowly started running down the curves of her ass. Avery smiled and rubbed her waist.

“Oh my God, Avery… That felt amazing. Mmm, I can feel your cum all over me,” Janelle said, letting her sweat-drenched hair move against the door.

“Mmm, that did feel great. You look so sexy covered in my cum,” he said, rubbing her dick up and down the crack of her ass.

“Ooh, no more for now. I’m a little sore, babe,” she confessed, starting to lift upward, letting the nightgown fall downward and soak up the cum.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he replied, putting his arms around her to comfort her. She sighed happily and put her hands over his, locking her fingers between his.

“It’s alright. It’s the good kind of pain, I assure you,” Janelle said, closing her eyes and leaning back against him, feeling the heat from his body resonating into her own. She felt her body give way, and she was totally relaxed, thanks to Avery’s amazing fucking.

RETURNING TO THE BEACH

The drive back home from college was a quick one. Avery, for the most part, thought of nothing except how good it was to fuck a girl again, especially someone as sexy as Janelle. A sly smile crept across his face. It seemed as though his luck had finally returned. That orgasm was truly all he needed. Since college began, Avery had not had sex with any girl. It had been nearly two years since his last time with Jenna. She heard from a mutual friend of theirs that Avery had fucked Tiffany. The day she found out, she called Avery and confronted him about the infidelity. At first, Avery tried to deny it. But apparently Tiffany had opened her mouth and told certain parties about their sex. Those certain parties were meant to keep it confidential. However, like most confidential things, those certain parties told other certain parties in confidence. The secret disseminated from trusted person to trusted person until it reached the ears of someone who was not so trustworthy. Jenna eventually heard it, and that was enough to convince her to break up with him. Avery was ashamed of it. He strongly hoped that the mistakes of his past would not come back to haunt him. Since then, he had hung relatively low, avoiding conversation with people he knew. College was good for that. There was very little chance he would be noticed by someone he knew. Though on occasion, he would bump into someone from high school. He exchanged polite conversation and left. Avery stayed clear of all the places that he and Jenna visited together, especially the beach.

Avery collapsed onto the couch. His room was filled with all the things he brought home from college. There was no room for him to set up his bed until he unpacked. He had stayed up the night before to study philosophy for his final exam, and he was too exhausted güvenilir bahis to start it tonight. He slowly began to close his eyes and drift off to sleep.

*RING, RING*

His cell phone sat an arm’s length away from him, resting on the floor charging. He flipped it open and saw an unfamiliar number. He pressed the answer key.

“Hello?” he said weakly.

“Hey Avery!” It’s Janelle. I got your number from Matthew. I hope that’s alright,” she said with a bit of excitement. Avery rubbed his eyes awake.

“No, no, it’s fine. How are you?”

“I’m fine, just thinking about how good you were today. I hope I’ll have another chance to be with you,” she exclaimed. Avery knew he was an above-average lover, but he did not think he was really THAT good. His luck finally was beginning to turn around, he thought.

“Well, you never know,” he said, snickering a bit.

“Well, the reason I’m calling is because myself and a few friends are going to the beach tomorrow. I thought it would be nice if you came along with me.” Avery was blown away. Did Janelle think they were dating or something? He certainly hoped she thought otherwise; on the other hand, if the opportunity presented itself that he and her get alone, he would definitely have a chance at fucking her a second time.

“Sure, why not. That sounds like a lot of fun,” he said, lying back down onto the couch, keeping the phone at his ear.

“Great! Then I’ll see you at 11 o’clock at 17th Street?” she said in an inquisitive manner.

“Sure, I’ll see you then babe.”

“Mmm, good. Goodnight handsome,” she said sexily.

“Goodnight beautiful,” Avery returned, ending the call and putting the phone down onto the floor again, shaking his head. It was already midnight. It looked like he was going to get very little sleep this evening. Avery rested for a moment, counting the endless number of reasons why Janelle had called to invite him to the beach. Avery recalled that the beach was the last place he and Jenna went as a couple. That night, they could not make love. Though they both wanted to, they could not find a moment of privacy anywhere. It was a shame; the next day they would no longer be a couple. He exhaled and closed his eyes again.

“It could be fun,” he said, right before he started to drift off to sleep.

The sun stung Avery’s delicate eyes as he opened the door to leave his house for the beach. He wore a matching blue and white outfit and scandals. He climbed onto his new motorcycle, a Ninja. He placed the helmet onto his head and made sure it was a snug fit, fastening his bag around his back. Inside of it was a beach towel, his wallet, and a couple of spare quarters for the meters. He put the key in the ignition and started it up. Just as it kicked over, his cell phone rang. He again noticed that was an unfamiliar number on the phone; however, he recognized the area code. It could only be one person.

“Hello?”

“Why, hello there little brother who doesn’t return my calls or emails,” Alicia said playfully, her voice bellowing over a myriad of others.

“Hey you! Where are you? I can barely hear you,” he said, closing his other ear with his finger to attempt to hear her better.

“I’m at the airport, sweetie. Do you think you could pick me up in three hours?” She shouted into her phone, trying to block out the chaos.

“No problem. You didn’t tell me you were coming down. I would have done something nice to mark the occasion,” he said, turning the engine off.

“Well, if you would read my emails, you’d know that I was planning to come visit you, little brother.”

“I know, I know. I’ve just been a little busy lately. I’ve had a lot on my mind, you know?”

“You mean like that little redhead you broke up with almost two years ago? Avery, that was then and this is now. You’ve got to let that go. Now, I’m coming to see you for a few weeks and we’re going to have a great time, alright?”

“Okay, okay. I look forward to it,” he said, leaning back onto his bike.

“Alright then little brother. Just make sure you’re at the airport to pick me up. You know I hate it when I have to wait for a ride.” Alicia replied to him.

“Alright sis, I’ll talk to you later. Love you!”

“Love you too!”

Avery hung up the phone, placed it back into his bag and revved up his engine a second time. He put his helmet on, and then took off to meet Janelle at 17th street.

Avery parked his bike on the side of the road on 18th street. He hopped up and walked down to the ice cream shop on 17th. He had a feeling that Janelle and her friends would be there. With any luck, he would be able to get a look at who Janelle brought with her. He passed by the several shops and local food and watering holes before he saw the shop. Sure enough, Janelle sat at one of the tables with what appeared to be a root beer float. She was wearing a small red top that held her wonderfully shaped breasts that appeared to be aching to be freed, a pair of blue jean shorts that showed off her nicely-shaven legs, and some beach sandals. Her hair was let down, and a coat of pink lip gloss covered her lips. She, again, looked as though she were trying to impress someone. She did not see any other guys sitting with them, seemingly assuring Avery that he might be the only one. He quickly raced over to join the three young ladies who were there.

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I come home to find you on the couch working on one of your various projects. You say hello but I can tell you are deeply engaged with the contents of your laptop screen as you only glance up at me. That just won’t do, I think to myself. I head to the bedroom to slip out of my work clothes. My fingers graze over the different fabrics, textures – silk, lace, cotton, netting, in my favorite “at home” drawer. Settling on a pink silk cami and my favorite pair of high cut black lace panties, I check myself out in the mirror. My pale freckled skin is still slightly flushed from the cold outside. I pull my long red hair back into a ponytail and check my teeth. I take a few deep breaths to expel the day and focus on my new primary mission – pleasing you.

When I reach the entry way to the living room, I drop to the floor and crawl the rest of the way toward you. You notice me as I lower myself to the floor and watch me on all fours, my ass swaying as I make my bahis siteleri way. You shut the lid of your laptop as I get closer and push the ottoman away to allow me straight access to kneel before you. My hands rest on my lap as I look up at you smiling.

You run the back of your big hand along my cheek, stroking my skin. My eyes close as I feel your touch, nuzzling into your hand. You place a finger under my chin and lift my face up.

“Open.” I answer to your command by parting my lips and opening my eyes. “Good girl,” is the praise I receive as I feel you wrap my ponytail around your thick wrist, tugging slightly to keep my head back. I can feel myself getting wet already, my mouth salivating even.

“Is this what you wanted?” You ask quietly, gently guiding my head farther back exposing my neck to you. I can feel your breath on my skin as you lean forward, almost kissing my flesh. “My undivided attention?” Your lips trace against my throat.

“Yes canlı bahis sir,” I answer instantly, instinctively.

Your teeth nibble on my exposed skin, from my neck up to my earlobes. “Good girl,” you growl in my ear sending tingles down my spine. Your warm breath making my breast heave with desire. Your hand still tight in my hair, you stand. Making swift work of your buttons and zippers, I’m slapped in the face as your hard cock flings free. I reach to grab the base – “hands downs” you command and I do so, placing them in my lap again. You turn my head using my ponytail as a guide, leading my mouth onto your engorged cock. You easily push past my parted lips, my tongue sliding along the underside of your shaft. Our eyes locked as you fill my mouth, pressing into my throat slowly letting me feel every inch I’m taking.

Big brown eyes staring up at you, turning red and starting to water, but you hear no sounds of complaint as you fuck my eager little güvenilir bahis mouth. Your balls hitting my chin as you pump your hips. Spit dribbles from my chin as you use my hole, my warm tongue licking you. Your head falls back in pleasure and you start thrusting faster, my hair tight on my scalp as you pull. I can feel you grow even harder in my mouth, stretching the sides of my lips. My tongue reaching the base of you, feeling the pubic hair tickling my nose as I focus on my breathing.

My mouth making wet noises, little moans escaping me, so turned on to be pleasing you. I feel the warmth hit my tongue milliseconds before you groan and I suck gently all the cum out of your pulsating cock. You slump down to the couch, unhanding me as I clean you. I sit back on my feet and open my mouth to show you my prize. You smile at me, tongue glistening with your cum, face wet and messy. You tuck a strand of hair behind my ear that has escaped my elastic then your thick hand around my neck.

“Swallow,” you command and I happily close my lips. You feel your cum slide down my throat as the lump passes your hand. I lick my lips as you hold my air hostage, smiling up at you.

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He sat down on a barstool and looked around the club. It was still early, so the club wasn’t crowded. Right now, there were more men then women. He was looking for a particular woman who hadn’t come in yet.

He got up and went into the restroom. It was empty and surprisingly very clean. He stood in front of the sink and stared into the mirror. He smoothed out his dress shirt and adjusted his khaki pants. He washed his hands and went back to the bar. When he sat down, a leggy red head perched on the stool beside him. She fidgeted with her top, pulling it down so he had a view of the swell of her breasts. She leaned towards him.

“Hi! I’m Cami.” He smiled, bored with her already.

“Hello” She cocked her head and just looked at him, confusion showing plainly on her face. It was obviously not a response she was used to getting.

“Care to buy a girl a drink?” She leaned closer and her breast brushed his arm.

“I’m waiting for someone.” She frowned and stood up.

“Asshole.” He laughed softly and watched the sway of her hips as she walked off. Pretty, but dull. He turned back to the bar. He had chosen this seat because it had a view of the door.

It wasn’t long before he spotted her, coming in surrounded by a group of people. He had guessed them to be her friends, but not anyone she was dating. The group found a few tables and sat down. He had a clear view of her.

Her long brown hair was pulled back in a simple braid. Her large breasts seemed ready to burst out of the shirt she was wearing. It was black, with splashes of red and white here and there. It was cut low in front and when she leaned forward it was easy to see a hint of her bra. He guessed it was red. She had on black pants that hugged her hips and ass. Her black heels gave some added height to her. He knew her eyes held a gaze that could almost look into a person’s soul.

He closed his eyes for a moment. Imagining his hands running over the curves of her body, feeling her skin under his fingertips. He wanted to feel her lips wrapped around his cock, to feel his body pressing against hers as he fucked her. He opened his eyes and took a deep breath. He didn’t know why he was infatuated with her, but he was. It had been nearly three weeks since he first saw her, dancing and lost in the music. He thought about her constantly and still had not gotten the nerve to speak to her. She always came in with friends and danced with a lot of me but he never recalled her leaving with one.

He continued to watch her, but not noticeably. She went out to the dance floor and danced for several songs. He watched her breasts bounce as she moved, wishing his hands could hold them. Occasionally, she would dance with a man who approached her, smiling and flirting just enough to make the guy feel good.

He turned back to the bar and ordered a rum and coke. He felt a body behind him and when he turned he nearly spilled his drink down the front of them both. She grabbed his hand and steadied it. The heat of her skin was intense.

“I didn’t mean to startle you. There was really no place to get near the bar.” He glanced around and slid off the stool. The club was crowded now.

“Please sit.” He motioned to the stool. She slid onto it and his gaze traveled over her ass. She ordered a drink and then turned to him. He had stayed standing next to her, not wanting to leave. She was beautiful and he had to concentrate to keep his face from flushing as he imagined the things he wanted to do with her body.

“Thanks.” She smiled and licked her lips. “How long were you going to watch me before asking me to dance or if you could buy me a drink?” She had caught him staring at her. “I’ve been coming in here for weeks now, hoping you would at least say hello. I got tired of waiting.” She took a sip of her drink and gazed up at him.

“Next time, I’ll have to be a bit more secretive about watching you.” He smiled.

“No need too. I’m right here.” She laughed and his eyes wandered to her lips. His cock started to ache. It had gotten hard when he first saw her and now it throbbed. He was thankful for the loose fit of his pants. He finished his drink, as did she.

“Dance with me.” He held out his hand to her. She stood and took it, leading him out to the dance floor and he pulled her against him. She smiled up at him and put her hands on his arms. It was a slower song and they danced pressed up against each other. He knew she could feel his cock against her stomach.

They danced, grinding and pressing against each other, for several songs. She looked up and pulled his head to hers. She kissed him, nibbling on his bottom lip. He slid his tongue into her mouth and they started to kiss passionately. She pulled back first.

“Wow.” Her voice was very breathy. “If you do everything the way you kiss, I am going to be in trouble.” He laughed softly in her ear. She stood on her toes and rubbed her pussy mound bahis siteleri against his cock. He moaned into her hair and she giggled with her face against his neck. He put his fingers under her chin and held it. She gazed at him.

“Would you like to leave with me?” She smiled and nodded. He gestured to her friends. She went to the group and said her good night. And like any good friends they protested and when she ignored that, they warned her to be careful and to call when she got home. She promised she would and then joined him at the bar.

Outside the club, she pulled him into the alley and pushed him against the wall. She attacked his mouth with her own; kissing him with a hunger that surprised and excited him. He slid his hands around her waist and rested them on her ass. She continued to kiss him with a fierce intensity. She rubbed her body against him and his cock hardened further. She ran a hand across it and he moaned into her mouth. He pushed her back.

“Not here. We’ll go to my place.” He put an arm around her waist and led her to his car.

A short time later he led her into his apartment. It was clean and nicely decorated thanks to the efforts of past girlfriends. She strolled in and looked around.

“Very nice.” She stepped close to him and pressed a hand against his cock. It throbbed against her palm. She gently squeezed it. He pulled her to him and slid his tongue along her lips. She nipped at it. He responded by wrapping his hand around her braid and kissing her harder. He undid the braid and ran his fingers through her hair. He tangled his fingers in it and pulled her head back. She stared up at him and her felt her body tighten in fear as his arm tightened around her waist.

“You will do anything I ask. I will not hurt you or endanger you.” The fear in her eyes was quickly replaced with a look of smoldering desire as her body relaxed. He released her hair and held her with one arm as he undid his shirt. She watched his fingers deftly undo the buttons. He let her go. He undid his pants, kicked of his shoes and slid off the rest of his clothes. He stood before her, naked. She let her eyes roam over his body and he could tell from he gaze, she appreciated what she was looking at.

“Undress.” She hesitated. He reached over and in a swift movement he pulled her shirt off. Just as fast her pants were around her ankles. She stepped out of them after kicking off the heeled shoes. She stood before him in her bright red satin bra and panties. “Red is a good color on you.” He ran his hand along her side, caressing the curves of her body. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed downwards gently. “On your knees.” She resisted for a second and he smiled. “You agreed to this when you didn’t leave. I won’t hurt you.” He pushed and she put her hands on his hips, sinking slowly to her knees. “Suck my cock. Wrap those lips around it.” Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked along the shaft. He shuddered.

The heat of her mouth was more intense then that of her skin. She wrapped her fingers around the base of the shaft. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. He wrapped his fingers in her hair and held her head. “I said suck.” He pressed the head of his cock against her lips and she slowly sucked him into her mouth. He fucked her mouth gently, enjoying the hot wetness. He tightened his hold on her hair and started to fuck her face with deep strokes, not deep enough to choke her but deep enough to have most of his cock in her mouth.

He felt the first stirrings of his orgasm deep in his groin. He knew he should slow down and enjoy her mouth, but the fun was just beginning for them both. She felt him hold tighter and she sucked harder, pulling back enough so she was sucking on the head of his cock. Her hand cupped his balls and played with them gently. His body tensed and he shivered. She felt the first jet spurt in her mouth and he pulled out slowly, spraying his cum all over her face and tits. He held his cock and milked the last few drops unto her tongue.

He stepped back and sat down in a recliner, his legs feeling week. He watched as she collected cum with her fingers and then licked them clean. She stood and stretched, arching her back enough so her breasts stood out. She sauntered over to him and he patted his lap.

“Have a seat.” She straddled his legs and sat down carefully, her back against his chest. They cuddled for a few minutes as his breathing slowed. She wiggled in his lap and he chuckled in her ear. “What do you want?” He asked, as he kissed her neck.

“I want to cum on your face.” She turned her head and kissed him. He slid his hands behind her and undid her bra as they kissed. He reached down and pulled a lever on the side of the chair and the footrest rose. He leaned back and settled her against him. He kissed her ear. “Take off your panties and play with yourself.” He ordered. She wiggled out of her panties canlı bahis and he felt her ass press against his cock. His arms slid around her and he pulled off her bra. He covered her breasts with his hands. She moaned and took a deep breath, pushing her nipples against his palms. He kneaded gently until he realized she wasn’t touching herself. He pinched her nipples roughly and she gasped. “Play with your clit.” He spread his legs apart causing hers to open. He took her hands and placed them over her pussy. He rested his chin on her shoulder and watched her fingers play with her pussy hair. He liked the fact that she kept her pussy hair trimmed short. He spread his legs apart further so hers opened more and looked at the mirror that was sitting less then two feet away.

He could see the lips of her pussy, engorged and wet, incredibly wet. He watched her fingers slide into the slit of her pussy. She used her index finger to circle around her clit and her other hand slid lower to dance around her hole. Her eyes were closed, her head leaning back against his shoulder. He moved his fingers back up to her nipples and pinched and pulled on them. He bit her neck and she jumped. His cock was hard and sliding along her ass as she writhed in his arms.

“Open your eyes.” She did and that’s when she noticed the mirror. He smiled. “Open your pussy. Let me see your clit.” She spread her lips apart with her fingers and her nibbled her neck, watching her fingers playing with her clit. He slid a hand down to explore her pussy. It was wet and the smell of her was intoxicating. The room smelled of her arousal. He felt her clit throb against his probing fingers. He pinched it and rolled it between his ringers, loving the feel of her body writhing thing on top his. His other hand continued playing with her nipples. He slid his finger into her and she moaned. He groaned when he felt how tight she was, her pussy pressing against his hand.

In the mirror he watched her skin flush and glisten with sweat. He pushed one finger deep into her and he used his thumb to roll her clit roughly. He brushed against her g-spot and she jumped. Before she could think, she was laying on her stomach across his lap. She started to rise and his right arm across her waist held her down. She gripped the armrest of the chair.

“I don’t….” Feeling his fingers on her clit cut off her protest. He released her and slid his arm under her. His right hand played with her clit. He covered his hand with her juices and slid his thumb across her clit, into her pussy and then up to her ass. He pressed the tip of his thumb against her ass hole. When she moaned, he smiled and popped the tip into her ass. She arched her back and more of his thumb slid in. He flicked her clit with his fingers and she shivered. His left hand rubbed her ass, loving the fleshy globes in his hand.

SMACK! His thumbed popped from her ass just before his left came down across both cheeks. She jumped and his right arm encircled her waist again. He looked in the mirror. Her eyes were wide and full of fear. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! His left hand slapped down on her ass again and again.

“You are a cock teasing slut. You need to be taught a lesson about how to treat a man.” He continued to spank her. “I am going to use your body how ever I want to tonight. I am going to fuck your pussy and your mouth again. I am going to slide my tongue over every inch of your pussy, so I can feel your juices run into my mouth.” SMACK! “And I am going to stick my cock in this delicious ass of yours.” He watched her face in the mirror. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. He stopped and slowly rubbed his hand over her ass. The cheeks were red and with hand shaped welts. He was afraid she was going to start fighting him and leave, so he quickly shifted her so she was cradled on her back in his arms. Her eyes were squeezed tight. He had scared her, but he had not hurt her.

He slid his right hand into her pussy and rolled her clit gently. Her body started to relax in his arms. He kissed the top of her head and then down along her face to her lips. He kissed her softly for a few moments before she responded. Her arms slid around his neck and she pulled herself up so she was facing him and straddling his lap. She continued to kiss him and he gently rubbed her ass cheeks. He bent his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth, nibbling and sucking gently. She pressed her pussy against his cock, soaking him with her juices. She slid her hand between their bodies and slowly rubbed the head of his cock across her clit. She lifted herself and slowly slid down onto his cock. He let her enjoy it for a few minutes as he played with her breasts. Enjoying he large nipples and how sensitive they were.

He pushed in the footrest and held her so she wouldn’t fall. He lifter her off of his cock and stood, turning around with her in his arms, and set her down in the chair gently. She looked up güvenilir bahis at him and smiled. He reached down and separated her legs and positioned her so her legs were bent and spread open. He knelt before her and took several long laps along her slit. He began to flick his tongue quickly across her clit, feeling the nub harden and throb under the assault from his tongue. She grabbed a hold of his head, pressing his face into her pussy. She moaned and thrust her hips against his head. He pulled her hips up for a better angle and continued feasting on her delicious cunt. She screamed and pumped her hips wildly as she came against his tongue, flooding his face with her juices. He lapped at her pussy a few more times and then sat back, taking a deep breath and licking his lips.

She looked exhausted and seemed almost on the verge of sleeping. His cock throbbed as he considered shoving it into her to wake her again, but he didn’t want to hurt her. He wanted to fuck her with an almost animalistic intensity but he wasn’t sure just how much her incredibly tight cunt could handle. He kissed her thigh and stood. She opened her eyes and smiled up at him. “Asking me to leave all ready?” He laughed quietly and helped her up.

“No. Merely a change of scenery.” He led her into his bedroom and began kissing her and feeling her skin. It was hot and flushed. “Are you all right?” He whispered in her ear. She nodded and kissed his neck. Without warning she bit it fiercely. He growled and shoved her face first onto the bed. She scrambled to get back up and he held her down. SMACK! His hand landed on her ass cheek again and she shrieked. He kicked her legs apart and ran his hand a long her pussy. She was wetter then she had been right after she had an orgasm. He smiled to himself, realizing she enjoyed playing rough. He slid two fingers into her pussy. He gathered up some juices and slid his fingers around her ass, sliding one inside gently. Her body tensed up.

“Relax, baby. I promised I won’t hurt you, and I haven’t.” He pulled her into a standing position and then had her lean with her hands on the bed. He took a hold of his cock and slid it into her pussy. She gasped in surprised and pushed back against him. “That’s right, fuck yourself on my cock.” He held himself still, as she bounced off his hips. He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out a tube of lubricant. He could tell her ass had never been fucked before and he nearly came as he started preparing for it.

He squirted a great deal of lube onto his fingers and then slid them around her ass, sliding one in and pressing it against his cock. He moaned and her felt her tense up again. He leaned over her, pressing deeper into her and kissed her ear. He straightened and began fucking her faster and deeper. Her orgasm caused her back to bow and she grabbed the blankets and held onto them. She screamed quietly and he watched her body shudder. He pussy clenched and sucked at his cock and he nearly came from the milking her velvety softness was giving his cock. He pulled his cock out of her pussy and slowly pushed the head against her ass. She attempted to pull away and he grabbed her hips with his hands.

“If it hurts to much, you have my word, I will stop.” He could see the tears glistening in her eyes, and he thought about just shoving himself in her pussy, but he wanted to feel her ass on his cock. He had been thinking about it for so long. He pushed into her ass, and the head popped in. She moaned, in pain he figured, but she wasn’t pulling away. He held himself still, to let her get used to his size in her ass. When he felt her push against him, he slid in a little more, barely a half inch. It was agonizing, knowing he had to go slow, but he did not want to hurt her.

This continued for ten minutes. Barely sliding into her ass. Around three inches, she begged him not to push further. He pulled out and slowly pumped in and out of her ass. He couldn’t believe that she actually let him fuck her ass. He reached under to play with her clit and felt how turned on she was. Her juices were practically running down her legs. He shuddered as he pulled out of her ass. He laid her down on the bed.

“Don’t move.” She watched him walk into the bathroom. He carefully cleaned himself off and then went back into the bedroom. She hadn’t moved. He crawled between her legs and slid his cock into her. She was so wet and so tight that he knew a couple of thrusts were all it was going to take for him to burst. He thrust in and out of her a couple of times. Her body exploded in orgasm and she thrust her hips up to his. Her pussy was more then he could bear and pulled out. He slid across he middle and jerked himself all over her tits. He was certain he had never cum so much in his life. Her breasts were covered in with his cum. He slid his cock over her breasts and then over her lips. She licked it gently and he collapsed next to her. He watched as she lazily covered her fingers with cum and then licked them off. He pulled her into his arms and cuddled with her.

She drifted off to sleep in his arms. He played with her hair, and thought about ways of waking her up…..

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She couldn’t really understand what was surging through her. The only emotion that came close to describing it would be brutal passion, if there was such a thing. She felt his hand on her thigh and shuddered at the very touch of his fingers. Finally enduring his touch was almost as torture some as having to live and breathe without it. She craved him, lusted for him, needed his touch and caress, wanted his every fiber to belong to her and be with her forever. Having to hold back from screaming was the only thing she could control of her bodily functions; she never remembered being this aroused in her entire life. She did not ever know what he could do to her, or would.

Only a few hours earlier she had finally met him in person for the first time. They’d known each other for several years, actually meeting through Literotica, but were never able to make the proper arrangements for visits. One thing that she could never understand was what exactly it was that drew her to him. Without knowing it, he had her hypnotized every time they spoke, every time they played on the phone, every time she heard him tell her that he wanted her. She never had one doubt that when they finally met, he would release the fire building within her, causing it to erupt and explode into wanton desire.

Then still, after all this time, he had not disappointed. His hand traveled slowly up her thigh until his fingers reached in, and made her spread her legs slightly. When he looked down at her laying on the bed, he saw her eyes clasped shut and her teeth biting down on her bottom lip, stifling what he must have taken as an embarrassed moan. He hadn’t realized how much she was sweating, and how much she trembled up until this point.

Leaning down, he whispered into her ear, “Are you alright?”

Her only response was to nod.

He smiled slightly and went back to touching her. Curling his fingers inside, he felt her spread her legs further for him. Finally, her musky scent reached his nostrils and he moaned slightly, imagining how aroused she was because of what he was doing to her. She anxiously awaited for his fingers to rise up and touch her in the most intimate and up until now most forbidden place. What she didn’t know was that he was holding back with his entire being not to ravish her, thrust his fingers into her pussy and shove his tongue deep into her mouth. A quick flash of these happenings buzzed through his mind, then he was focused again. He rose his other hand up to wipe some sweat off bahis siteleri of his forehead, then leaned down to kiss her stomach just as he let the very tip of his finger touch her slightly open pussy lips.

Her breath caught within her chest and she lay frozen, completely overwhelmed with the feeling of his touch on the part of her body that craved him the most. Waiting momentarily to allow her to relax, he licked her stomach slightly before sitting back up. He had no idea what he was doing to her, what sort of internal desire he was creating within her being. He felt that he had given her enough time to relax, and reached forward with two of his fingers and brushed against her clitoris.

It was as if he had ignited some sort of explosive; her hips bucked upwards, her hands clasped shut, some sort of noise between a moan and a growl came out of her mouth, and her entire body shook. She hadn’t realized that she had frightened him, but even though he wasn’t sure what was happening, he knew it was a good thing. He continued to stroke her and caress her, each touch, although still producing a strong reaction, becoming easier and easier. She seemed to become more calm and relaxed instead of more wild and uncontrolled, perhaps because she had waited so long for his first touch that after she received it, everything became real and after that there was nothing but love and passion.

For a bit it seemed as if he might be putting her to sleep, until he felt her react again. Gradually as he kept his constant motion and rhythm, he felt something within her building. She began to moan again, very quietly, and started to move her hips slightly. He bent down to kiss her and when his lips touched hers, she returned the kiss and then whispered for him to keep going. His lips lowered to hers, making contact again. She felt him open his mouth slightly, and she reacted in doing the same. The urge to moan loudly and beg for him to put his fingers inside of her was becoming an irresistible sin she was soon to give in to. She allowed him to kiss her, feeling his tongue slip into her mouth as she wrapped her hand around his neck to hold him there, kissing him back. Their tongues swirled around, creating a rhythmic tango that was syncopated with the movement of his fingers. His fingers would push up, and his tongue would follow. It seemed, to her, as if he was making love to her with his fingers and tongue. She was completely lost in the clouds, the need becoming overwhelming.

Slowly and gently canlı bahis she broke the kiss, allowing him to pull away. Her lips shuddered and her voice trembled within her throat, her words failing to come out. She lowered her hand and clasped it on top of his, telling him to stop.

Again, she heard him ask, “Are you alright?”

Her answer was more than a nod this time. “Yes, quite. But I need more.”

Instantly he knew what she was speaking about, and knew that he was ready to give it to her. He allowed her to raise her hand up and get comfortable, momentarily taking his hand away from her. She took in a deep breath and closed her eyes slowly as she sensed his hand nearing her.

He was surprised at how aroused and wet her pussy was, and how hot it felt underneath his touch. Leaning down to kiss her on her forehead, he lowered his fingers down to her opening. As his lips made contact with her forehead, his fingertips touched her pussy, just above her opening. She moaned as she felt him push downward slightly, lowering his fingers and putting pressure against her. Never having felt such a craving, such a painful need to have him inside of her, any part of him, she didn’t know what to think during this brief moment before his fingertips made their way inside of her. He lifted his head up to look down at her as he pushed gently inside.

Grasping his fingertips with the contracting muscles in her pussy, she lifted her hips up and accidentally pushed more of his fingers inside of her. She let out a soft moan that felt more like it was coming from her arousal than her lungs and throat. He allowed the other half of his fingers to slide gently inside of her and pressed more once they were inside, wanting her to feel every inch of him. Her moan came out once more, this time deeper and longer.

He began a slow, drawn out rhythm that he wasn’t sure was torture or pleasure for her. Teasing her, every now and again he would brush his fingers up, gently rubbing against her G-spot, causing her to shudder. She was in complete ecstasy, knowing that it was his fingers inside of her and would soon be more. Her hips began to rise up and down with his fingers, moving with him and allowing him to lead. The rhythm picked up speed, as did her breathing as he began to push harder into her. She sensed that he was having a hard time holding back any arousal he had developed during this time, and wanted to soon please him as well.

Feeling the heat rise more and more within herself and within güvenilir bahis the room it seemed, she began to buck herself upwards, starting to make his fingers thrust inside of her. Her hands reached out and grabbed for him, clasping onto his shirt. He leaned down to kiss her, hard this time, and finally let some of his passion emerge to the surface. The kiss felt different than the other ones had; more intense and more lustful. The scene was now becoming somewhat like it was the first few moments when he had first touched her.

Unable to resist, she finally allowed the lust and desire course through her and held back no longer. As he fucked her harder with his fingers, she rose her hips up harder, and harder still. His fingers were entering into her and coming out just as quickly; she was now barely able to focus on them being his fingers because it felt more like a cock to her that was pounding her hard and fast.

Their rough kiss lingered for a few more moments until she had almost completely lost her breath. He thrust his fingers into her as deep and as hard as he felt she could handle as he watched her writhe beneath him in pleasure. Her muscles began to contract slightly, and he knew he was bringing her close to her climax. That thought was enough to make him want her and need her body even more. He added a third finger and sent her soaring through the clouds as her thoughts became jumbled and her sight became blurry. Fiercely fucking three of his fingers now, she closed her eyes and tried to focus on breathing, although all her mind could think of was the building she was experiencing and could not ignore. He felt the same need for her orgasm as she did, giving her everything he knew he could. Her breath became intensely short, her eyes clasped even tighter shut, her body began to quake and her grasp on his shirt became a death grip. Within the next second, time seemed to stop and everything was focused on her arousal as she felt the electricity surge through her and felt her climax erupt. He allowed the last bit of his fingers to push inside of her as he felt her pussy grasp him, wanting her to feel everything she could.

The next few minutes were a blur for both of them. They had both just endured her first orgasm of many yet to come, and both needed to rest. He had pulled his fingers out of her, cleaned them off, and laid down beside her to stroke her face and allow her to calm down. He watched as peace began to envelop her and bring her back to earth. When she was finally calm and finally relaxed, she found enough strength to turn to him and kiss him deeply, thanking him for what he had just experienced with her. They remained laying there in the bed, thinking of the things to come.

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