Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

There are good days and then there are those rare great ones. Here is the tale about one of those days…

I was running late to work that morning, luckily, I missed a huge blowout between my boss and his soon to be ex-wife

! It happened right out in the middle of the shop floor in front of God and everybody! His wife suspected him of having an affair with his secretary. So, she had followed him to work that morning, caught them in his office “red handed”, “polishing the ole morning wood”! I was told the confrontation was epic!

There was so much drama going on around office, no one even noticed I was 30 minutes late! I couldn’t believe my luck! Then my day got even better! I go back to the dock and into the shipping office to drop off some shipping orders and I catch our lovely shipping clerk Darleen, with her dress hiked up to her waste, taking selfies of her gorgeous naked ass! Giving me one hell of a show! She saw me, turned a bit red as she quickly smoothed her dress back down. She just giggled, then gave me a wink. Knowing full well I’d keep my mouth shut. I knew those hot little pics where soon to be on their way to her boyfriend deployed overseas.

Let’s just say I’m one of those type of guys that “loves the ladies”, but also the type of guy who knows how to act respectfully and only kid around at work. Never having any affairs or entanglements in the work place. I have plenty of female friends at work don’t get me wrong, but no lovers! I’ve seen too many relationships go down in flames at work to ever risk a workplace romance. They’re nothing but a train wreck waiting to happen! Even a casual hook up is something I would avoid, no matter how tempting it might be. There was something my grandpa once told me. “Boy! Don’t You Ever Shit where You Make Your Bread!” Sadly, it stuck! I find my rule to be a real hassle when I see a girl like Darleen, horny as hell, knowing full well she would be an easy romp. Warm, fun and oh so sexy. Knowing she would be very discreet. Only needing a boy toy from time to time, till her man got home. Yea, I know, some would frown on a woman for that! But hey, guys do it! Not my place to judge!

But as days go, it only got better. I could do no wrong. The day went like clockwork and I got to leave early. I left in a good mood with a spring in my step and made it to the train station in plenty of time to catch the evening train. Even though the ride was over an hour long, I never seemed to mind. Plenty of time to decompress and plenty of beautiful women to admire! As I stepped up on the elevated platform, I realized the evening ride was looking to be a crowded one. We were coming up on a three-day week end and it being a Friday, there were twice as many commuters. A lot of folks would stay in the city during the week and go home on the week ends or stay late to miss the rush. This being a long weekend, it looked like everyone was trying to get an early start on their respective activities.

As I jockeyed to get in line to board the approaching train, a stunning woman in a beautiful blue dress stepped up to get in line. She was struggling and losing ground in the pressing crowd. She looked up and gave me a weary smile, almost pleading for assistance with her expression. I gave her a warm smile and reached out and touched her elbow to get her attention. Reading my intentions, she quickly escaped the pressing crowd by slipping in front of me while I held back the crowd. Giving her just enough time to get in line. Turning her head quickly to smile warmly and whisper a sweet thankyou over her shoulder.

As the Travesti train rolled to a stop, the crown started push, making it virtually imposable for me to keep them from jamming me bodily into the lovely woman with a grunt. Oh! I’m so sorry, I can’t hold them back! No worries, she said with a smile, as we were smashed together in the press. Thanking my good fortune that I had showered before leaving work. The only downside to this was my outfit. I was now wearing a pull over Polo with a very lightweight pair of slacks and no boxers! So, we were now crushed together with just my thin slacks and her shear blue dress between us and our flesh! She was warm and firm and very lovely. I could feel her firm thighs against my legs and the crack of her lovely heart shaped ass was now pressing firmly into my, soon to be, very stiff cock! If I wasn’t able to quickly remedy this predicament, this was going to become a very embarrassing situation!

When the doors on the car finally did slide open, the sea of people on the platform waiting to board, quickly surged forward. I soon realized I had no choice but to grab the woman by waste and lift her into the car before we both got knocked off our feet by the pressing crowd! I sat her down quickly and steered her to the rear of the car! Hoping we might find an empty seat or be able make our way to the back. That way we could at least have the bulkhead to lean on. We sure as hell didn’t want to get caught in the middle and be at the mercy of the press that would be caught in the center of the car. Jammed together like cattle! There weren’t enough handles in the center for everyone to hold on too! So, they would all end up jostling into each other for several stops until the crown thinned out.

We finally wrestled our way to the back, but unfortunately, there were no seats left! So, I let her get next to the bulkhead. I grabbed a handle and tried desperately to keep my growing cock out of the crack of her ass and maintain some level of decorum! But as more people crammed into the already crowded car. The poor woman was soon pressed closer and closer, until her lithe body was totally crushed up against me! There was nowhere for either of us to go or even move! I could feel her tense up as we first made contact. But soon I figure, she just gave up and realized the situation was hopeless. I soon felt her relax, as she leaned her head back on my chest and whispered “SORRY”. “Not your fault”, I replied, as I inhaled the scent of jasmine and the hint of lavender in her hair. Her body now crushed into mine, our body’s in total contact with one another to the point I was very aware this lovely lady had only her shear silky dress between us and what God had given her!

The crowd around us was a mixture of suits going home and a few couriers, who were probably just trying to get up town for their last delivery of the day. They all had their noses buried in their phones or papers, oblivious to the world around them. The woman leaning her head back once more, looked me in the eyes and simply said “Sandra”. I’m Joshua, terrible way to meet I’m afraid. So sorry about this. I know you have to be uncomfortable with this invasion of your personal space. Not really, she smiled. I could have gotten stuck with someone far less pleasant or not near as good looking, she said smiling at me again, leaving her head back, just resting on my chest. I inhaled the scent of her hair once more, as the train lurched forward and began to move.

I had to grab her by the hips to steady her. She had been leaning back on me, losing her balance Ankara Travesti when the train lurched forward. As she squirmed to regain her balance, her ass kept rubbing my cock and I felt a deep stirring in my groin, and I began to stiffen almost instantly. With her crushed up against me, I slid my hands to her waist to try and hold her off, to keep her from noticing my quickly growing manhood. But I quickly realized it was useless, as the crowd pressed and soon, she was once again crushed into me. Her lovely ass rubbing my growing cock. There was no way she couldn’t notice! I’m a well put together man, and I have been told that I am a bit larger than normal. Not porn star material but bigger than most.

So, the odds this woman was aware of my growing arousal was almost certain! With nowhere to put my hands, I just left them there on her waist, trying to keep as much space between us as possible. As the train jerked and rocked, her ass kept rubbing me. My cock quickly grew to its full potential and was tenting my thin slacks. The woman was once again pressed by the crowd and instantly my fully erect cock was rubbing up and down the crack of her ass in rhythm with the train! She didn’t try to move away! Then she did something I didn’t expect! She gently covered my hands with hers and slowly pushed my hands from her waist down to her hips, then reached up and grabbed the handle up in front of her! She leaned back with a whisper, don’t fight it. I’m ok Joshua, I know you can’t help it, so lets just enjoy this rare opportunity. With that said, she smiled as she arched her back and pressed her ass harder into my cock, using the handle above her to gain extra leverage!

She moved with such a fluid purpose after that, rising up on her toes then pressing her ass into my cock harder, before lowering her ass back down. Very successfully placing the base of her hot pussy on the head of my cock for a brief moment before losing contact. Her movements became more urgent as time passed. She reached back with a soft hand and quietly unzipped my fly! Freeing my now engorged manhood! She quickly looked around and saw no one looking and whispered for me to lift the back of her dress. As I held her dress, she reached back and grabbed my cock and guided me slowly in. Trying desperately to mute a deep groan of satisfaction, as my cock penetrated deep inside her! Filling her pussy, as she smiled and bit her lower lip. Trying desperately not to cry out with pleasure.

We both looked around and then at each other, smiling at the idea that we were having sex in a crowded train car and for now, no one was the wiser! As the crowd pressed and rocked, we made love! Driving into her with deep slow strokes, as her hot wet pussy griped and caressed my swollen cock over and over. Man, she felt so good! Then I felt her shudder, then push into me harder! Now up on her toes, trying to drive me in deeper as her excitement grew. She was close, I could tell. She started to lose a bit of control and her breath started to come in short gasps. I’m going to cum Babe! She whispered, as she shivered, then all of a sudden, she froze! She raised a finger pointing to my left. There she was, a young woman smiling at us! Her face all sweaty, with her hand up her dress, furiously fingering her pussy! Mouthing to us, PLEASE!! DON’T STOP NOW!!

Sandra giggled softly and pressed back on me once more, her pussy so tight and wet, as she once again stroked my cock. Never taking her eyes off the cute girl, as she fingered herself like a mad woman! Sandra began to shudder. Babe I’m close! Harder İstanbul Travesti babe! I don’t care if we get caught, she whispered! As she pushed back on me, meeting my thrusts harder and harder! The girl now moving through the crowd to be with us! Helping us by blocking the crowd from seeing us, as I drove my cock deep into Sandra’s lovely sweet pussy. The young girl overcome with lust, fondling Sandra’s tits as they swung in rhythm to our thrusts! Sandra turning to her and deeply kissing the girl as she still fingered herself. Then I heard a soft groan, then an OH Fuck! As Sandra reached up under the girl’s dress, driving her finger deep into the young woman’s ass, as she started to cum!

Getting to see this with my own eyes, or I would never have believed it! I felt Sandra’s body taken over by all of this! Then she was caught up in her own deep, earth-shattering orgasm! I drove faster and harder, trying to carry her through. Feeling her legs buckle as she broke our coupling, almost falling to the floor as I steadied her, then turning her to face me. Her hands instantly on my cock, pulling my balls out to fondle them. she leaned up kissing my neck. Stroking my cock whispering to me, begging me to cum. Cum for me babe, I want you to give it to me lover, she purred, as the young woman drew closer. Kissing Sandra as she too, began to fondle my balls while Sandra stroked my Cock. I was soon very close. My breath was short and fast as I drew closer. Sandra felt my cock swelling and started to pull harder and faster as the young woman slid a finger down below my balls and taking our juices on her finger and lubing my ass, firmly pressing her finger on my ass hole to loosen it up, as Sandra brought me closer and closer!

I shot my eyes around the car and quickly realized no one was the wiser to our sexy act and smiled at the show they would regret missing if they ever knew. I could feel my balls tighten. Sandra really knew what she was doing as she stroked me, bringing me even closer still. The young woman now slightly bent over, her finger now wiggling in my ass as I felt myself ready! The girl looked at Sandra with a pleading look. Sandra giving the young woman the nod, as I began to cum, she went to her knees and engulfed my cock to the root! I shot one of the biggest loads of my life! Deep down the woman’s throat! I shot rope after rope into the women’s eager mouth, as she ate my cum. Swallowing deeply as she moaned with pleasure at the load, I was giving her. She waited till I was completely done then licked me clean before gently putting my cock away and zipping my fly.

She stood up, smiled, then kissed us both deeply before disappearing into the crowd. Sandra smiled at me as she held me close, placing her business card in my shirt pocket. I sure hope you call? Oh, you can count on that I said! You think we could do this again sometime Joshua? Well we can try! I said, as the train stopped. She took my arm as we walked off the train. I walked Sandra to her car and took her in my arms and kissed her deeply. She smiled with a funny face, What? I asked. Was it ok the girl saw us? Well she was willing and it seemed like you enjoyed it as much as she did. I did, she said with a smile. Next time, can we pretend that we were strangers again, like we did today? Sure, we can do anything you want honey. Can I invite another friend? Of course, I don’t see why not! Well I need to pick up the kids she said with a grin. Jakob you still need to pick up something for dinner, you promised, she said with a giggle. No problem honey I got it covered. See you at home in an hour? Yep, that sounds good, I love you babe! I love you too honey. See you when I get home…

Sure, hope you liked my story. I have more to come so please vote, comments are welcome. I have thick skin so be truthful and be honest. Thank you for reading.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It has been an exhausting day for you today. Eight hours in a boring executive meeting listening to your boss ramble on and on about pointless things you already know. It was enough to drive you insane.

But now you’re finally free, all you want to do is get back to your hotel room, and relax with a bottle of wine before your long flight home tomorrow evening.

As you get to the hotel lobby, you decide to take a quick detour to the hotel bar for a quick drink before you head upstairs to bed, after a long and boring meeting you wouldn’t mind socializing for a little while.

As you get to the bar you notice it’s empty, you feel a little sad that no-one is there at the moment, but it doesn’t stop you, someone will come along soon, you’re almost certain of it.

The bar has been set up like a lounge, with a long row of stools at the bar on your left, and on your right there are rows of coffee tables and black leather sofa’s. Even though this hotel was a budget deal at the last-minute, you can’t help but feel as though you are in a five star hotel and would definitely come back again for a weekend getaway.

There is relaxing music playing in the background, along with the dim lighting of the room it is a perfect way to relax after a long day.

You sit on one of the stools in front of the bar and a barman quickly notices you have sat down and walks over to you with a friendly smile on his face.

“Welcome miss, what can I get for you today?” He is professional and polite.

“I think I’ll have a gin and tonic if that is ok?”

“Certainly, if you’d like to sit down on one of the sofa’s over there I’ll gladly bring it over to you”. He responds very quickly and you welcome the idea of the chance to relax in those inviting chairs.

“Thank you” You reply as you walk over and sit down feeling the soft elegant leather hugging the shape of your body. It’s so comfortable you could almost fall asleep right there.

Quickly the barman walks over to you with your gin and tonic in a tall glass. As he places it down on the table, you find yourself reaching for your purse. As you do, you feel his hands on your wrist.

“The first drink is always free miss, there is no need to worry.” He smiles at you as he says this.

You look up at him smiling as if to say thank you, he responds with a pleasant nod and walks back to the bar.

You can’t believe the hospitality of this hotel and can’t understand why you have never been here before. All the other hotel’s you have stayed in have been much more expensive and the barmen and waiters have been rude and ignorant. This is almost a dream come true, and a money saver.

As you sip on your gin and tonic leaning backwards feeling completely relaxed, a tall handsome man enters the bar, he catches your eye immediately and you find yourself not able to look away.

He is tall dark and handsome, his face is almost sculpted like a work of art. You can’t take your eyes off him.

He glances over at you noticing that you have been staring, you blush and look down almost embarrassed that he has caught you staring at him. As you look back up to see if he is still looking you find he has his back to you. You relax a little knowing that he is looking the other way.

You notice that you can see the muscles in his back through his shirt and you begin to feel a tingling sensation in your chest. You quickly look away trying to turn your mind towards something else that will distract you, but you find yourself quickly Travesti staring at him again.

You begin to daydream, thinking to yourself how much it would turn you on for him to be laying on top of you in your bed, undressing your blouse whilst you hold on to his back feeling every muscle with your fingers.

You imagine him kissing your neck slowly and softly whilst caressing you with an element of force, but still being gentle.

As you daydream about what you could be doing with him, you have failed to notice him walking over to you and sitting down in front of you.

CLAP! You snap out of your daydream as someone claps there hands in front of your eyes. You jump and almost spill your drink.

As you look in front of you, your heart begins to pound as this handsome man is sat in front of you giggling at your daydreaming. Your face goes red and you want to just get up and walk away to save yourself the embarrassment. You are certain he knows that you were thinking about him.

But instead of getting up and leaving you wait for him to talk, after all, if he wasn’t interested in you he wouldn’t have come over to talk to you, at least hear him out.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help but notice you staring into space and sat on your own, you look like you could use some company?” He asks smiling at you but still waiting for reassurance.

“Yes certainly, please do I was beginning to get bored sitting here all on my own.” You know that was a lie, but you can’t tell him what you were actually thinking, he’d think you’re strange and weird, guys don’t like being approached like that and you don’t want to scare him off.

He smiles looking pleased that you have allowed him to sit and talk with him.

“I know I’m going to sound very forward.” He says in a very confident but polite way. “But I can’t help noticing that you are a very beautiful woman”.

As those words come out of his mouth you can feel your heart racing, you can’t help but think you just want to mount him right then and there, but you control yourself keeping those thoughts to yourself.

As you smile and look down blushing you see a cheeky grin appear on his face, he knows you like him.

“What room are you staying in?” He asks

“I’m staying in room 31 b, why do you ask?” You can’t believe he’s asking you. You think to yourself is this going to be my lucky night?

“Would it be ok to meet with you tomorrow and maybe have dinner together?”

You feel a bit downhearted that you wont see him tonight, but happy that you will see him tomorrow.

“Yes definitely, I would like that.”

“Great. I’ll meet you outside your room at 1pm tomorrow and we’ll have lunch. I have to go now as I have already made plans for tonight. I’ll see you then.” He smiles at you, finishes his drink and walks out of the bar.

You feel a smile coming across your face at the thought of meeting this handsome man for dinner tomorrow.

As you finish your drink, you stand up and begin walking out of the bar towards the elevator in the entrance. As you get there you press the button to open the doors and they open instantly to your surprise.

You press the button which will take you to the floor your room is on, and you quickly arrive there with the doors pinging open. You walk down the hall to your room, put the key in the lock and go into your dimly lit room, slowly closing the door behind you.

You decide to go and take a shower, it’s been a long day and you just want to Konya Travesti refresh yourself before climbing into bed for a good nights rest.

You walk into the bathroom and switch on the shower, as the water begins to heat up you start getting undressed. It is surprisingly warm in the bathroom, you almost feel as warm as you were when wearing your clothes.

You open the door to the shower and slowly get in closing the door behind you. The warm water running down your body, it almost feels as if it is a warm blanket surrounding you. You could almost fall asleep right there.

After washing yourself thoroughly you switch the shower off and get out of the shower, quickly grabbing a towel and drying yourself off. Once you are dry you wrap the towel around you and open the door to the bedroom where you can’t wait to climb into bed.

As soon as the door is open you walk in the bedroom and look to your left, you almost jump out of your skin as the handsome man you were talking to earlier is leaning against the wall with a big smile on his face.

“How did you…?” You stutter, more out of surprise than fear, you find yourself being quickly turned on by the man standing there.

“I own the hotel, I can get access to any room I want, whenever I want.” He talks so calmly and peacefully you can’t help but relax, you know you should be running to the phone and contacting the police, but something about him tells that you don’t need to be scared.

As you go to open your mouth again, he walks towards you, quickly putting his finger over your mouth. He puts his hands on your waist and pulls you towards him, he is so strong that you find yourself eagerly pressing your body against his.

He leans forward and firmly presses his lips against yours, you wrap your arms around his neck completely immersed in this passionate embrace.

As you continue to kiss each other, his right hand quickly loosens the fold in your towel causing it to slowly glide down your skin to the floor. The cold are in the room quickly wraps around you causing goosebumps to appear everywhere.

He suddenly picks you up, you wrap your legs around his waist as he carries you to the bed, slowly laying you down and begins softly kissing your neck. You find yourself gripping the covers of the bed as the pleasure increases.

He slowly begins to work his way down, kissing everywhere so softly and tenderly, sending waves of pleasure through your body, carefully kissing each nipple, you feel his warm tongue gently massaging them. You moan softly as he does, moving from the left, to the right taking extra care to be as gentle as possible.

As he begins to go down even further, he firmly grabs your wrists, you grab hold of the covers even tighter, it’s turning you on so much that you can’t escape this powerful man who is taking advantage of you,

Suddenly you feel this amazing sensation on your clit, his warm tongue slowly massaging it, wave after wave of pleasure shoots up your body, your nipples are getting hard, you try to move away but his firm grip on your wrists keeps you in place. The pleasure increases, you can feel it building, moaning with delight as you feel yourself about to cum, he starts licking faster and more firmly and this only increases the pleasure.

You begin to moan louder, your whole body tensing up before finally releasing wave after wave of pleasure, you feel yourself cumming, it feels amazing. You write on the covers whilst still being held firmly İzmir Travesti in place by this strong man. As the pleasure lessens, he stands up slowly undoing the belt on his trousers.

You watch as you lay there catching your breath still feeling turned on. As his trousers drop to the floor your eyes widen as you look at the largest penis you have ever seen. He tells you to sit up and you find yourself doing what he wants without question.

As you sit up you feel his hands on the back of your head. One hand gripping your hair the other supporting the back of your neck, you open your mouth wide, as he slowly enters your mouth. You quickly feel it filling your mouth and reaching the back of your throat, he holds it there for a few seconds before pulling it back to the front of your mouth.

He continues fucking your mouth, you’re getting more and more turned on as you begin massaging your clit feeling the pleasure building again, it’s turning you on so much to be dominated like this, you’ve never had a man turn you on like this before, you find yourself cumming again before you even realize it, your moans softened by the Huge throbbing penis in your mouth. Your body spasms as your eyes close and you feel the most intense orgasm you have ever felt in your life.

It continues for the next thirty seconds wave after wave of pleasure running through your entire body.

As your body calms he slowly pushes you back down on the bed and spreads your legs. You can feel your heart racing even more looking at him, you don’t know if you’re going to be able to take it, it’s so big.

He presses it up against you, and slowly as the head of his penis begins to slide its self in, you feeling it stretching you. You let out a loud moan as it goes in deeper, his hands holding onto your shoulders pulling him into you.

As he pushes himself all the way in you bite his shoulder trying to soften the loudness of your voice. He begins thrusting, it feels like nothing you’ve ever felt before, your legs seem to have a mind of their own, shuddering every time he thrusts into you.

He grips you tighter, thrusting harder and faster every time, and you can feel the pleasure building again, you feel like you’re going to lose control as he thrusts faster and harder, it’s almost unbearable as you begin to moan at the top of your lungs, he sucks on your neck and you find yourself Cumming uncontrollably, screaming and trying to squirm as he holds you tighter. You can feel the size of him more than ever as you become more and more sensitive, the orgasm just keeps on going it’s the most amazing feeling you’ve ever had.

He quickly stands up pulling your head up at the same time and begins fucking your mouth again, he is harder than ever and you know what’s going to happen. You sit there while he fucks your mouth, waiting eagerly for him to cum.

He lets out a moan and you feel the warm sensation in your mouth. He slows down breathing deeply, you swallow, feeling it go down your throat.

As he pulls out of your mouth and pulls his trousers back up, you lay on the bed with a huge smile on your face. You look at him and he smiles back.

He reaches in his trouser pocket and pulls out a business card, he puts it on your side table.

“If you’re ever in town again, feel free to give me a ring.” He slowly begins walking away, and before you know it he has left the room.

You lay there breathing deeply, thinking to yourself that it was the most amazing experience you’d ever had.

You begin to sit up, feeling light-headed. Still smiling to yourself you slowly begin to stand up. As you walk towards the bathroom again for another shower, you can’t help but think to yourself that this is the night you will never forget.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Andrea twirled the pasta in a quick spiral around her fork as she listened to Mark expound on the day’s events at his office. An estate attorney, his days were filled with tax shelter strategies in an ongoing cat and mouse game with the taxman. She wanted to create a disturbance; to shout; to somehow convey to Mark that she had no interest in the latest rich bastard he was diligently working to please. She was generally proud of him and his work but was tired of his days consuming their dinner conversations. She looked around the cozy restaurant and longed for an escape. Her eyes were caught by a handsome blond gentleman sitting at the table behind that of her and her husband. He was dining with a women; her back was to Mark and her face hidden from Andrea’s view.

After a few moments of contemplating the attractive stranger Andrea realized with minor embarrassment that she had been staring directly at him for quite a few minutes. She smiled as if to offer an apology. His smile in return assured her that her attention had not gone unnoticed and his subtle wink (an invitation?) stirred the beginnings of excitement within her. Handsome and flirtatious. Mark was smiling at Andrea now, unaware that her smile was not a gift for him.

Andrea and the gentleman continued their visual game; she could not break away from his gaze. She lifted her champagne glass and let the last few drops slide down the back of her throat. It was cold and wet and tickled as it danced down her throat. The stranger’s smile widened into a grin. She was now fully engaged with this new development and her pulse quickened as she waited for their situation to unfold. What harm was a bit of flirting with an seductive stranger? And God she could not remember the last time Mark had looked at her with such hunger. Once their sex play had been playful and spontaneous- a quick romp to interrupt a secluded picnic lunch, a gentle exploration of each others’ bodies in the shower. But now…

Andrea sighed and forced her mind back to the stranger. He stood abruptly, leaning in toward his dinner companion and spoke softly. As his head rose he reestablished eye Travesti contact with Andrea. It was then that she knew that he was going to lead her down a path she wasn’t prepared for. There was no question about it. What only remained now was the logistics.

He did not break eye contact with Andrea as she reassured Mark’s monologue with an occasional “mhmm”, She interrupted Mark mid-sentence to excuse herself to the restroom. Mark paused and nodded. She stood, pushing her chair back from the table and felt dizzy. What the hell was she doing? Uncertain of herself she turned her back to Mark and now followed the stranger toward the restrooms. They were located at the far end of the restaurant on the other side of the bar.

Her heart beat rapidly as she approached and found her stranger patiently waiting before the door to the ladies room. She moved toward the door and as she passed him, two things happened at once: she caught the scent of his cologne as it drifted through the small space between them and then he said to her, without hesitation,

“I am going to fuck you like you’ve been needing to be fucked for a long time. Do you understand me?”

Andrea wimpered as she felt her knees weaken.

“Do you understand me?”, he repeated, his stare unwavering.

She nodded.

Her hand trembled as she pushed open the door. She quickly ascertained there was no one else inside and that it was a single occupant restroom. He needed no invitation; he followed her in immediately. He turned and locked the door behind them.

What the hell was she doing? She had no answer to quiet her frenzied self-questioning. Perhaps she had enjoyed too much champagne. Perhaps she had not enjoyed enough: she wasn’t sure she could do this.

Before she could collect her thoughts and form a reasonable decision on how to proceed, the stranger moved against her body, erasing the space between them. It was so sudden that it startled her and she backed against the wall. He brought his body up against hers firmer, pressing her against the wall now with the full length of his body.

She moaned.

He pressed harder. Antalya Travesti His hands found their way expertly to her dress and pushed it up higher on her thighs. He caressed her thighs with his warm hands, rubbing his thumb along the band of her thigh high stockings. He had not anticipated this detail and found it increased his excitement tremendously.

He moved his hands from her thighs up and over her hips under the fabric of her dress. She trembled again. His breath was shallow and quick as his hands roamed over her body.

He slipped his hands out from under her dress and brought them to her breasts. Massaging them through the fabric he spoke to her again. His eyes stared straight into hers still.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

She blinked. It was so direct; so aggressive. She said nothing. She wanted him so badly she could hardly stand it. But she didn’t want to be easy; she wanted him to work for it.

He quickly moved his left hand up to the nape of her neck and gave a quick tug on the back of her hairline.

“You don’t get to play indifferent. If you want me to fuck you, you have to say so. “

To increase her arousal he leaned in and brought his lips to her collarbone as he continued to tug lightly on her hair.

Andrea was already deep in pleasure at his hands. She’d never been pressed; demanded with an ultimatum when it came to sex. It turned her on.

“Do you want me to fuck you?”

There was an edge to his voice that turned her on.

“Yes.” Her voice was clear and direct. “Please”, she added as an afterthought.

He returned his hands to her thighs, this time sliding them up the parting of her legs. They came to rest briefly against the fabric of her black lace panties before he slipped a finger under the edge of her panty line and into her warm wetness. She had to work hard to keep from buckling beneath his grasp. She was dripping wet.

She moaned again. He leaned in and quieted her with a kiss as his fingers continued to toy with her.

His dick was tenting his pants and she wanted him inside of her immediately. She reached for Bursa Travesti his belt buckle and began their undoing. And possibly hers in the process. For God’s sake her husband was still at the table waiting for her!

Her fingers fumbled with the clasp on his dress pants and she wondered if she’d spend an eternity just getting them off. Finally she had freed him from his fabric prison, slipping not only his pants down over his toned ass but also his trunk underwear. His dick was hard and curved slightly to the left. Warm to the touch. The palm of her hand faced outward as she grasped her fingers around the base of it and pulled the tight skin upward and over the tip toward her stomach.

After a few moments, he slipped his fingers out of her and with her wetness still dripping from them, covered her hand with his and moved it away from his throbbing dick. He took her other hand in his as well and guided them above her head, pressing her against the wall once more.

With a steady movement of his hips, he angled his dick up against her waiting slit. She was shorter than him and he realized his mistake at once; he would not be able to enter her as she stood. He brought his strong arms down around her hips and lifted her body up a few inches, using the wall behind her as leverage. Now, *now* the angle was perfect and he effortlessly slide the tip of his dick inside of her.

She gasped. He slid further into her and maintained a controlled withdrawal and re-entry several times before he could hold back no longer and began to fuck her aggressively. Each time he slammed into her, her ass slipped back in his hands and hit the wall with a slap.

Their erotic hunger had been so perfectly fed that it took just a few minutes to take each one of them over the edge. Her first, and then him – her frenzied panting was what pulled him into his own orgasm. He slipped out of her, their mingled juices dripping off his dick and onto the bathroom floor. He met her gaze one more time and told her to return to her table.

Still wet, she washed her hands as he pulled his trunks and pants back in place and buckled his belt. He did not speak to her again, nor look at her.

She quietly unlocked the door and walked to her table. She gave herself credit for not looking back at him. Not once.

When she arrived at her table, Mark was on the phone, presumably with a client.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

~Faceless pall bearers carry a maple casket to an already dug grave.~

Bethany showed idle on her instant messenger. I knew she was there that day, but she could have been in a meeting. All morning I waited for a chance to invite her to the storage room, thinking about Judy’s orders to force Bethany to give me head. I knew Bethany would do it, since she had hinted more than enough times that she would be an eager party.

But with her messenger idle, there was no guarantee that she and not somebody else would see my message. I leaned back in my chair and my hard dick hit my desk underneath, when a window popped up on my screen. It was from Bethany.

“Hey handsome, miss me?”

“Hell yea. Hey, meet me in storage.”

“LOL, waiting for you.”

It took me a minute or too to calm down enough to get up and not have a tent in my pants. I strolled down the hall to storage. Our storage room was rather large, with rows of metal scaffolding and shelves that held anything from books to computers. Only one door lead into the room, so we only had to worry about people entering that one door. Bethany was already inside.

“What can I do for you, sir?” Bethany’s smile was brilliant. She wore a black mini skirt, which she had already pulled up to reveal a white lace thong, and a white semi-sheer blouse already unbuttoned to show a matching white lace bra.

“I have some briefs that I need you to look at.” She smiled at me and dropped to her knees, her hands already pulling my zipper down. She reached inside and pulled my boxer briefs down.

“I think the briefs are unimportant, but this…” She pulled my dick out, it already getting hard from seeing her lacey lingerie. The six inches stood right out at her and she shoved all of it in without warming up at all. No gag either. She kept my dick down her throat for about 30 seconds, and then pulled it out, her lips wrapped around my shaft, squeegieing the saliva off. Then she plunged it in again and held it. It was great. I could feel her vocal chords wrapped around me, and didn’t have to pull out quickly.

After a few more of those, Bethany pulled me out and began to stroke me hard, trying to get my juices into her. I had to lean back against the wall, her hand working fast up and down my hard prick. A few pumps with just her hand were followed with a few pumps all the way down her throat. Nothing could stop her, she was hungry for a geyser.

I tried to Travesti keep quiet, but a few moans escaped me. I had thought that it was going to be more forcing on my part, but Bethany was all gung ho.

Bethany started pumping with her hands in double time, her mouth in an “o”, ready to catch my seed on her face. I couldn’t resist, and I pumped my jiz. It flew through the three inches of air and landed on her face, running down her brow and cheek. She wiped the head of my dick on her chin. Then she let go of me and, as I put myself back in my pants and zipped up my zipper, Bethany licked her face. Where her tongue couldn’t reach, her fingers wiped my cum off and then she licked her fingers clean. Soon her face was clear, her clothes arranged, and I was staring at her swaying ass as she walked back to her desk.

I grinned, feeling exhilarated, striding to my car after work. I had to see Judy to tell her about my weekend with the sisters, although she probably already knew, and about completing my mission with Bethany. I drove to The Pit, replaying each encounter and, of course my hard on came along.

I walked in and the place was empty, as everyone getting ready for tonight.

“Knock, knock…”

“In here.” I heard Judy yell from the back. I walked passed the bar and into the double doors that lead to the kitchen. Judy was moving boxes of produce in her cut off jean shorts, a white tank, and a layer of sweat. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail and her lacy black bra showed through the tank top, and I couldn’t take my eyes away, nor did I want to. Judy put the last box on top of the stack and stood up straight to smile at me, her arm wiping her brow, her chest heaving from exertion.

“Hey sexy,” I said, leaning against a prep table.

“I’m so glad you are here. I need a break. How was your weekend?” She talked fast when she was in a fluster. She took me by the hand and led me to the back of the kitchen, and around a couple of corners. I never really went back here at all, even on nights that I helped out here. I glanced this way and that, looking for people or new areas.

“You mean you haven’t heard from the sisters?”

“Haha, no, but it sounds good, tell me.” She let go of my hand and moved a couple more boxes. We were near the back dock and I was surprised this place was big enough to have a back dock.

I told her about my weekend with Melanie and Stephanie, and then about Ankara Travesti Bethany and the storage room. All the while helping Judy with her boxes. She had to stop at certain points to stare at me and lick her lips. The stories and the box moving ended at about the same time.

“Wow, sounds like you’ve been busy.” Judy took my hand again and continued on through the maze of her establishment, finally reaching a locked door.

“Mindy working tonight?” I asked, as Judy unlocked the door. I had remembered her comment about popping Mindy on Friday, and wanted to let Judy know I was interested.

Judy smiled, “Yea, she’s here. Why? Finally figured out that you would love to bone her?” She laughed and opened the door. It was a very short hallway, 5 feet long, maybe, with another locked door at the end.

“I suppose. Hey, where are you taking me anyway?” Double doors were strange for an internal room like this.

“I have a surprise for you, in fact, here, you open the door.” Having unlocked it, she moved out of the way and locked the door behind us. I opened the door before us and saw stairs leading down to a cellar with the light on.

“This place has a basement?” I started down the stairs and heard Judy lock the second door. Once I reached the bottom I looked around to see a large room with a cement floor, its drain off to the left, and heavy black curtain hiding three of the walls. In the middle of the floor, right underneath the hanging light, was a large 5X10 ft. table covered with a white tablecloth, its metal legs showing underneath.

Judy came up behind me and undid my belt and pants before I could investigate the room further. My pants dropped to the floor as she spun me around like a top, and pushed me back against the table. I caught myself while she yanked my boxer-briefs to my ankles and kneeled down to take my dick into her mouth, still fully clothed. I instantly got hard, her hands and lips groping and massaging my shaft and balls with a ferocity. I gasped as she clearly showed more ability and creativity than Bethany earlier, and Judy knew it. She worked up and down my fully erect 6 inches, making me pant and heave, still in shock at the suddenness of her attack. Her tongue paid attention to the crevice on the underside of my dick head. That sensitive spot couldn’t take much before I was squirting into her mouth.

I leaned back on to the table, which felt like it had a İstanbul Travesti smooth surface under the cloth. Judy wouldn’t stop. Her continual sucking after my orgasm wasn’t letting me recover, and my legs almost buckled. Her hands worked up and down, never slowing down. Her hot mouth still slathering over my rod. She was hungry for more seed, and I was eager to give it to her, but this soon after an orgasm I knew this was going to drive me crazy.

I tried to move up onto the table, with Judy still sucking on my dick. I finally got my ass up over the edge, and just laid back, my legs dangling over, not reaching the ground. She continued to pump me, now making groans and moans from her throat. My harsh breathing was the only thing coming from me, and I closed my eyes to try and concentrate on cumming again, knowing that she wouldn’t stop until I did.

Judy started to push me up the table, and she crawled up as well, my dick still in her mouth. Once up she would push me further between pumps on my shaft. I tried crawling up, but the table cloth slid in the opposite direction. After much fumbling and many pumps from Judy still trying to milk me, my head reached the head of the table, the edge of the table cloth somewhere down by my waist. I noticed that the table was made of plexiglass, and that it was actually a box on legs. Just above my head was a mechanism that seemed to lift the lid off the box.

This was intriguing, but Judy’s blowjob was starting to get my juices flowing again, and I dropped the desire to figure out what I was laying on. The blowjob was reaching a rawness that was new to me, and I so wanted to cum again, to end this journey of pleasure and pain that Judy was committed to. My balls got tight, and I started to moan audibly. My orgasm was building again, and longed for it. I got louder, and Judy moaned louder with me, her mouth vibrating lightly on my prick as she continued to pump with her hands and tongue and throat. I shifted my pelvis upward, wanting more and more, my dick hitting the back of her throat. Finally, Judy gave out this loud moan that I was sure would alert every employee in the bar getting ready for tonight. I moaned louder with her, because my body felt electrified as it was preparing to shoot another load.

At that moment another noise joined ours, coming from underneath me, muffled and female. It sounded more like a muffled scream than a muffled moan, but the surprise made me cum hard in Judy’s mouth as I twisted to see who was under me.

Judy managed to hit me over the head with something hard, but before I blacked out I saw a scared and naked Mindy, bound and gagged, trapped in the plexiglass box that I slumped down on.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

New Orleans, Louisiana

Tuesday, August 23, 2005

Morning

I was chilling on a lounger in Sherry’s back yard. It was warm out, but it was early and the sun hadn’t kicked in full force. By the time it did we’d be back inside, probably sexing each other some more. That was cool, but this was my first time in New Orleans and I’d hoped to see more of the city. But as soon as Sherry picked me up at the airport on Friday she’d only been about one thing: Sex. So the only part of New Orleans I’d seen was from the inside of her Bentley as we rode from the airport to her estate.

Sherry has a nice place, courtesy of having had a better lawyer than her ex-husband in their bitter divorce war. From what she’d told me, this house had been in his family for three generations. She took it from him out of spite. She got the Bentley, a Maybach and a ton of cash, too. If you want to applaud her you can say that she didn’t do too badly for a woman whose last job was as a waitress at Denny’s when she was twenty years old. That was twenty years ago. I know all this because she told me. She brags incessantly about how she took her ex to the cleaners. Not that I cared or wanted to hear about her marriage. I was getting paid to fuck her. But listening to a woman’s issues often comes with the job. Some women want to do more talking than fucking. I don’t care; the pay is the same.

I was sipping cranberry juice and watching Sherry swim laps in her in-ground pool. She was stroking like she was training for The Olympics. Her naked brown body cut the glimmering blue water like a shark. Not bad for a forty year-old sister.

When she reached the near end of the pool she stopped and smiled at me and blew me a kiss. I gave her a “thumbs up” sign. She called out, “I bet that white bitch of his can’t swim like this,” and pushed off for more laps.

I shook my head. Sherry’s ex-husband’s new wife was white, and that pissed her off to no end. My gut told me that during her divorce settlement she went after her ex-husband’s family home because she wanted to have a hold on him, something that would lure him back to her. That’s why three years after her divorce she was still talking about him non-stop.

His remarrying must have killed her hope of reconciliation. And to marry a white chick? Sherry probably wanted to take him to court again so she could go after his liver and kidneys. And it’s probably not a coincidence that the dude remarried two weeks ago, and last week Sherry hired me to come down and spend a week fucking her. I guess she wanted to show him, at least in her own heart.

Sherry reached the far end of the pool and climbed out. Even from a distance her heart-shaped ass looked nice. I was lying there naked with my dick half hard. Seeing her booty pushed my desire up a notch, to about three-quarter strength.

I watched her as she climbed up the diving platform ladder. Based on her swimming over the past few days, this meant she was about finished with her morning swim. She’d usually take a dive and do one more lap before calling it quits.

She stood at the edge of the platform with her arms outstretched, looking like some kind of naked Nubian goddess under the morning sun. I took a look around. This mansion sat on five acres bordered by thick stands of trees. The odds were slim that anyone would see her out here naked, even though she was up high right now. I got the feeling that Sherry wouldn’t give a damn if all of Louisiana could see her.

She gathered herself and leaped high into the air with her arms outstretched like a graceful bird. As she descended she brought her arms down and her hands together like the tip of a spear. She hit the water perfectly, barely making a splash.

I heard footsteps behind me and looked around. Sherry’s housekeeper and cook had come out to the patio and was heading our way. She was a cute Creole sister in her twenties named Marcel. I took a quick moment to check out her nice legs and the shapely body that she kept hidden under a maid’s uniform and apron, and then turned back to the pool. Sherry resurfaced in the middle of the pool and was swimming our way.

As Marcel passed me she said, “Good morning sir.” She spoke with a slight Cajun accent. As I looked at her she cut her eyes away quickly, apparently embarrassed at seeing me out here with nothing on.

I said, “Good morning, Marcel,” and checked out her body from the rear as she stepped to the pool. Three-quarters went to fully loaded.

I noticed that Marcel held a cordless phone in her hand. As Sherry climbed out of the pool she said, “You have a call,” and handed her the phone.

Sherry walked away to have some privacy as she talked on the phone. I watched her as she walked naked toward the grass. The morning sun made the water droplets on her body glisten like she’d been sprinkled with a thousand tiny diamonds. Her skin looked like jewel-encrusted chocolate. Sexy.

Marcel waited for Sherry to finish her call, making Travesti sure that she kept her back to me. I was tempted to say something to mess with her, but Sherry seemed like the very jealous type. She’d paid Asad for my services in advance. In thirty-two years in the game no woman had ever asked for her money back after receiving my services. I wasn’t about to blow my record by playing games with the help, no matter how fine the help happened to be.

Sherry finished her call and came back to us. I gaped at her bouncing titties as she walked, and at the swell of her hips and the way the droplets of pool water glistened in the trimmed patch of black hair over her pussy. She didn’t seem to care in the least that Marcel was seeing us naked.

“That was my daughter,” Sherry explained. “She lives in Miami, which makes no sense because she’s terrified of storms. There’s some little tropical storm named Katrina or something in the Bahamas that might reach Florida, so she’s flying up here tomorrow to wait it out. So while she’s here I’ll put you up in a hotel, Lucas. It shouldn’t be for more than a day or so. I’m sure this will end up being nothing but a little rain in Florida for a day. Then she’ll go back and I’ll send for you.”

That was cool with me. A couple of days break from Sherry would give me a chance to check out New Orleans. I specifically wanted to see Bourbon Street. That place was supposed to be a non-stop party. And for some reason that name intrigued me even back when I was a little kid and used to watch a cop show called Bourbon Street Beat. I’d been all over the world in my life, for business and for pleasure. I could have come down at any time over the past decades to visit New Orleans, but just never got around to it. You know how the saying goes: Life is what happens while you’re making other plans. Like five minutes earlier I thought I’d be spending the week in Sherry’s house, and more specifically in her pussy. Now I had time to see the city.

Life is always full of surprises.

As Sherry handed the phone back to Marcel, Marcel said, “Breakfast will be ready in a half an hour, Miss Nichols.” She was looking at Sherry and making sure that she kept her back to me. Maybe seeing her employer naked wasn’t a new thing for her. That thought made some ideas pop into my head — things I wouldn’t mind seeing that had nothing to do with touring New Orleans.

Sherry said, “Hold breakfast for an hour, please.” Then she grinned over at me and said, “I need an appetizer before the main course.”

Sherry walked around Marcel to me. She grabbed a condom packet off the patio table next to the lounger and used her teeth to rip it open. Then she leaned over me and rolled the latex skin onto my dick. I looked around Sherry and caught Marcel sneaking a peek. Busted, she looked away in a hurry.

Sherry was still dripping wet from the pool as she straddled me and sank down onto my hardness. Her pussy was wet, too. I gripped her hips and pushed up into her heat. She gripped the top of the lounger backrest and grunted, “Uh, damn!”

Yeah, I know.

Her titties were hanging right in front of my eyes, swaying as she slid up and down on me. Their heft caressed my face. Her nipples were still stiff from her swim in the cool water, and were inviting me to have a taste. As I started to lick and suck them I heard Marcel’s crepe-soled footsteps fading back toward the house as she made herself scarce.

I looked up at Sherry. “I think she was embarrassed,” I said.

“Marcel?”

“Yes.”

“So what? I pay her very well to do her job and stay out of my business,” Sherry repositioned herself over me, moving from her knees to squatting over me on her feet to get better leverage. Then she started riding me for real.

Not bad for forty.

“I bet that white bitch can’t do him like this,” she said. “I bet she can’t — hey!”

Fuck this. I was tired of hearing about her ex and his white wife. I lifted Sherry up off me, spun her around and pushed her to her hands and knees. Then I got up and hit it from the back. I hit it hard enough so that the only things coming out of her mouth were moans and groans and “Yes daddy’s.”

When I was done with Sherry I helped her stagger to the pool house where we showered and put on robes and went in to have breakfast. I made up my mind that the next time she opened her mouth about her ex and his new woman I was going to stick my dick in it.

———-

New Orleans, Louisiana

The French Quarter

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Afternoon

I got back to my hotel suite in mid-afternoon, feeling good after my walk down Canal Street to Bourbon Street. It was hot and humid out and I was sweaty as hell, but I enjoyed the exercise. Too bad Bourbon Street was a disappointment. It wasn’t at all what I’d envisioned. It was little more than a wide alley with a bunch of eateries and shops designed to relieve tourists of their money. Not much else was going Antalya Travesti on down there. Maybe things only jumped off during Mardi Gras.

I checked out the local television news as I dried off after my shower, hoping to catch up on what the Yankees were doing. But the newscast started off with the meteorologist talking about that storm named Katrina, saying that it had passed over southern Florida as a Category 1 Hurricane. They’d originally projected that it was going to travel west into the Gulf of Mexico, but now it looked like it was hanging around the coast to kick Florida’s ass some more. It looked like Sherry’s daughter was right to get the hell out of Dodge.

I’d checked into the hotel yesterday. I’d talked to Sherry once on the phone since then. But she understandably was busy spending time with her daughter. As long as I got paid I didn’t care.

As I was rubbing on lotion someone knocked on the door to my suite. I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to the door and checked the peephole. It was Marcel, Sherry’s housekeeper. I wouldn’t ordinarily open the door to someone when I was wearing just a towel, but it wasn’t like Marcel hadn’t already seen everything I had to offer. So I opened the door.

I didn’t know who looked more surprised, me or her. Marcel’s eyes got wide as she scanned me up and down. I guess my eyes were just as big. This afternoon she had her hair down and was wearing lip gloss, and instead of her housekeeping gear, wore a pretty sundress and sandals. The upper part of her dress was a form-fitting knit tube that showed that she was nicely endowed up top. The bottom wasn’t short enough to be a mini, but it showed off a hell of a lot more of her legs than when she was dressed for work. She looked as hot as the temperature outside.

“Hey Marcel, what’s up?” I asked.

Marcel said, “Miss Nichols wanted me to let you know that due to the storm, her daughter will be staying longer than she’d thought. She sends her apologies and wants you to know that you will be paid in full.”

“Thanks,” I said, “but she could’ve called. You didn’t need to make a trip into the city.”

“She wanted to make sure that you were…taken care of during the rest of your stay.”

“Oh, is that right?” I smiled.

“That’s what she instructed,” Marcel said. She looked a little nervous.

We were still standing in my suite’s open doorway. I studied Marcel closely. I know women, but I couldn’t read yes or no in her eyes. So I had to ask. “Do you want to be here?”

She swallowed her nervousness and said, “You should go back to New Jersey.”

“Oh.” I took that as a definite no.

“The storm, Lucas. It’s going to be very dangerous. You should go home before it’s too late to leave.”

I shook my head. “They just said that the storm is hanging around Florida.” I tilted my chin into the suite in the direction of the sounds from the television like the weather man was in the bedroom waiting to back me up.

“I spoke to my sister,” Marcel said. “She’s in college. She said that Katrina is coming here, and that we should leave.”

I looked back at Marcel. “Is your sister majoring in Meteorology?”

“No. But she…sometimes she knows things.”

Okay, I didn’t even want to go there. This was Louisiana. There was supposed to be all kinds of strange voodoo stuff going on down here. “Are you leaving?” I asked.

“Yes. She and I are leaving tomorrow night to stay with family in North Carolina. You really need to go, Lucas.”

“Okay, I might. Thanks for the heads up, Marcel.”

“You’re welcome.” After a moment’s hesitation she added, “And yes, I want to be here.”

Before I could say anything she stepped past me into the room.

I turned to keep her in view, letting the door swing shut behind me. As she moved toward the bedroom she said, “May I use the shower?” She’d already sat down her purse and stepped out of her sandals. Now she was pushing the tube top part of her dress down around her hips. For a moment the vision of Marcel’s flawlessly smooth back tapering down to her trim waist took away my ability to speak. I followed her into the suite’s bedroom.

In the bedroom she stopped and turned around as her dress dropped down around her ankles. Damn. Full, firm titties that for some reason made me think of peaches and cream. Round hips decorated with the string of her thong. And yep, just like I thought… perfect legs.

“Be my guest,” I managed to say.

Marcel turned away again and peeled her thong down off her round bottom. Now naked, she vanished into the bathroom, leaving me standing there with the front of my towel sticking straight out.

I got rid of the towel and lay on the king-sized bed, watching the news as I waited for Marcel to come out of the shower. Some weather expert said that the hurricane had spawned tornadoes near the Florida cities of Kendall and Sunset, but that nobody had been killed.

Marcel came out of Bursa Travesti the shower drying herself off. She left the bedroom and came back with her purse, from which she removed a bottle of something. I was too busy looking at her gorgeous nakedness to pay much attention.

She sat the bottle on the nightstand and headed back for the bathroom. My eyes locked on her ass as she moved. My heart pounded and my dick throbbed. I can usually take it or leave it when it comes to getting a woman’s booty. But Marcel’s ass was calling to me. I could almost feel myself getting her back there. That wasn’t supposed to happen. I’m always in control of my desire for women. But there was something about Marcel that was messing with me, making me feel a bit out of control. No woman had had that effect on me since I was a kid.

It was bad for business not to be in control of myself. I took a deep breath to calm down, just as Marcel returned from the bathroom carrying a couple of hotel glasses.

Marcel sat next to me on the bed. Her hip brushed my thigh. My dick jumped. Something inside of me stirred. I felt like I wanted to grab her and ravage her like an animal. Strange.

She picked up the bottle. It was about the size of a salad dressing bottle and had a cork stopper. The liquid contents were dark red. She pulled out the cork, poured some and turned to me.

“I think you’ll like this,” she smiled. She held the glass out to me.

I looked at the bottle on the nightstand. It didn’t have a label. Uh-uh.

As if she’d read my mind Marcel said, “It’s wine, homemade by my uncle. It’s very good.”

I looked at her with a cocked eyebrow. Here I was in a strange city with a fine as hell young woman that I didn’t know. She’d gotten naked in front of me as if it was no bigger a deal than scratching her nose, and now she was asking me to drink who knows what from an unlabeled bottle.

Marcel shook her head at me as if I was being completely ridiculous. She raised the glass to her sexy lips. She drank half of the contents, and then handed the glass back to me. “You really should have some now,” she said, “or you’re going to be in trouble.”

“How so?” I asked, still not completely trusting.

She leaned to me and gave me a slow, sweet kiss. My heart punched my lungs. If my dick had had a mouth you would have heard the growling in the next room.

Marcel broke our kiss and said, “Trust me now and thank me later.”

Okay, she did drink it first. I took the glass from her and tried a sip. It wasn’t bad — kind of a fruity taste, maybe like plums, but not quite.

When I’d finished it Marcel took the glass and poured more. Once again she downed half of it and gave me the rest.

She watched me as I drank it down. Then she took the glass from me and put it on the nightstand. As she pushed me onto my back on the bed she said, “Sherry Nichols doesn’t know anything about pleasing a man. That’s why he left her. Je vais vous donner cette plaisir.”

I’d spent some time in Paris. I understood a little French. But my brain was a little fuzzy all of a sudden, and it took me a moment to understand what Marcel said.

I will give you such pleasure.

She did not lie.

———-

Marcel used her body on me — all of her body to get me off. Her lips, and mouth and tongue. The heels of her hands, her palms, her fingers. Her feet and toes. In the end I came so hard that my ejaculation was like a shuttle launch. It sailed from the bed halfway across the room to splatter on the carpet.

When I could breathe again I gasped, “Damn.”

Marcel giggled at my reaction. Then she looked at my manhood, which was acting like I hadn’t just come. I was as hard as titanium, still. She gazed into my eyes as she lowered her face slowly to mine. She teased my lips with the tip of her tongue and cooed, “Come on, Mr. Professional. Show me. Professionalize me.”

I took Marcel into my arms. Our bodies came together and joined naturally, like two rivers converging to become one. We didn’t fuck. We didn’t make love. We just merged. Merging was sweet.

That wine had my thoughts unfocused. I couldn’t think about doing to Marcel the things I’d learned over the years. I couldn’t demonstrate the skills I’d acquired. All I could do was be. I didn’t know if it was the woman or the wine or both, but just being with her was as good as any I’d ever experienced.

———-

New Orleans, Louisiana

The French Quarter

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Evening

We lay holding each other in the late evening gloom, kissing and talking about the city.

“You have to go to Bourbon Street at night,” Marcel said. “That’s when it’s fun. We can go tonight if you want. I’ll call my sister and see if she wants to hang with us.”

All I wanted to do was stay in bed and sex Marcel some more. It was the strangest feeling; I was satisfied but I still wanted more of her. I didn’t know how many times I’d come but I should have been done. But my dick was like a boxer who’d had his ass kicked and was on the canvas but struggling to get up to beat the count. It wanted to fight some more when the fight should have been over.

“Was there something in that wine?” I asked.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

He had not expected her standing there when he answered the knock on the door. He had already stripped himself of the formal regalia he had worn at the banquet. All that was left was a white shirt, unbuttoned roughly halfway down his torso and he black trousers that were part of his rented tuxedo. He was momentarily frozen there, standing at the door that leads into the red room. She looked at him the same way she had done back at the banquet. Blue eyes boring into dark ones, flicking her hair back onto her bare shoulders and mouthing something which he could not comprehend due to the distance between them. It had been a mystery, one that had ruined his night out, along with her walking away from him and disappearing amid the throng of guests. Now she stood their right in front of him, her blonde hair still as unruffled and barely touching her shoulders as before. Her modest black dress clung to her like a second skin. She did not wait for him to say anything, but grazed past him and into the red room, leaving an aura of her sweet perfume tantalizing his nostrils.

The moon shone dully outside the huge window of the red room, a stark contrast to the smooth light of the bedside lamps. Her footsteps were muffled by the carpet in front of it, and he merely stared at her reflection staring back at him. He went to the drink cabinet and poured himself a gin, poured her one as well, but when he looked up she had already vanished into the bathroom. The last thing he saw of her was one of her slender, well-formed calves disappearing from sight. She did not close the door. He downed his drink too quickly, creating an unexpected buzz in his head. He walked to the window, pressed his hand on the cold surface of the glass, trying to compose his thoughts, trying to ignore his heart beating in his throat. He opened the window and looked down at the urban sprawl beneath him, so many people out there, experiencing different things all at the same time, yet he somehow felt as if the entire world had just paused to look at how he was going to cope with this situation. How he was going to cope with this silent woman, the definition of beauty and seduction, now in the bathroom of his red room. The red room was his territory, his sanctum, at least for the night. What would the rest of the night bring? How would it all pan out?

He now realized that she had not yet returned. As he turned around, her could hear water running, and steam coming from the bathroom. Warmth radiated from inside of there, clouding all his thoughts and doubts, inviting him. A warm place where he would be able to find succor. Yet doubt pushed the warmth aside when he hesitated at the threshold, but then he saw her black dress lying on the bathroom floor, a seemingly mythical isle enshrouded by the steaming fog. There lay something under her dress, but he could not make it out for what it was. Was there a hint of lace? He was not sure. His gaze soon fell upon the frosted glass that separated them from each other. Her silhouette coiled around the steady spray of hot water, creating a cascading concerto upon her body. It was hard to make out the details, but she was lathering herself up thoroughly, he was certain of that. The lavender smell of the soap that was common to the red room had saturated the damp air, and he could make out her hands running up and over every part of her body. She lingered at her breasts, sighing as she added more lather to them, dousing them in its smell. Then she turned around, her arms caressing her back, as if someone had intruded upon their moment without him even realizing it. He had unbuttoned his shirt completely and saw beads of sweat pearling on his chest. The racing of his heart was drowned out by the hissing of the shower, and he thought he would not be able to cope with it all for very much longer. He wanted to take his things and leave the red room, just to go outside and walk away. That was until her hand opened the glass screen just wide enough for her arm to pass through.

“Could you hand me a towel?” Her voice was soft. Carefree and full of miracles, sounding in a night of wonder.

He had poured himself another drink and sat on the edge of the bed. His tie and jacket lay sprawled on the white sheets; a cell phone flashed a bright light from the heap of pillows at the top end. It had been ten minutes since he had left the bathroom; the cool air that greeted him in the red room did nothing to soothe the turmoil in his head, and the telltale sign of excitement coming from his loins. Could he remember being in a situation like this before? He had had amorous nights that had ended with goodbyes in the morning before, and they had had their purpose. It had not given him anything beyond quick satisfaction, but then again it seemed as if nobody was willing to go beyond that nowadays. Yet this was altogether different. It was not supposed to be this easy, or so natural. It is a game, always has been a game, a hunt, Travesti with a very tender prey in the end. The table had not been turned exactly, since normally both hunter and hunted are in the know. He felt like he was left in the dark, despite the soft light in the red room. This new sensation that seemed to fray his nerve ends made his drink taste stale. It was a new kind of fever to the brain he was feeling, and he was afraid of the consequences of letting it wash over him.

She wore a purple corset with black satin worked in at the sides and at the hem when her feet touched the floor of the red room again. Her legs seemed endless, the light making the pale skin radiant with each step that she took closer to the bed. The flesh of her breasts pressed hard against the fabric of the corset, nearing perfection when his gaze went down to the exquisite curves of her hips. She stood over him, her legs touching his. She placed her hands on his knees, the very edges of her hair touching his forehead and partially obscuring the vista of her cleavage before she turned and sat next to him on the bed. She sat straight, staring at him while he noted her black lace thong further emphasizing the beauty of her buttocks. What little space there was between them was perfumed with lavender. Shame colored his cheeks when he brought his gaze back up to meet hers and a smile appeared on her face. She took his right hand and placed it on her chest, his fingertips nestled in her hair. His breathing immediately followed suit with the beating of her heart. Her composure belied the excitement and tension inside of her. Her free hand pulled the shirt off his shoulders, breaking up their physical contact. The shirt vanished amid the pale landscape of the sheets. She leant in and kissed his shoulder and he closed his eyes for fear of what he might do next. He did not want to spoil this moment, did not want to mar it with his masculine urges, and wanted to retain the sanctity and mystery of it all. It was her tongue seeking passage past his lips that set him at ease, letting him give in to what may come and sank back in the comfort of the bed.

Their kiss was heated, yet both of them held back as she lay on top of him, her legs rubbing up against his. He stroked her hair, let it run through his fingers as the caresses of her lips blessed his neck, his cheeks, his wanting mouth. He held her slim waist in his hands, kneaded the warm flesh beneath it, and then let them slide down to the bare skin of her buttocks. Her kiss flared up brighter instantly, moaning while her tongue searched out his, pressing her body closer against his and lifting her rear end up to be further fondled by his hands. Locking his mouth in her black widow kiss, he moved one of his hands to the contraption that made her corset stay in place. Being as left in the dark as he was, he pulled at the straps, noticing her surprise as he tore them loose quickly. She broke off the kiss, staring at his bewildered face, her breathing heavier yet still composed, and snaked a little bit further down his body, her lips landing on his chest. She cooed approvingly as she discovered the salt left there by his perspiration, and gave him a questioning look when her tongue left a moist, glistening trail from below his pectoral muscle up to his nipple, eliciting a moan on his behalf. It hardened from the damp cold and sheer arousal immediately, followed by his most intimate parts when her warm hand when it slid down his chest, past his belly and stayed between his legs, fingertips rubbing his swiftly stiffening penis.

She left some errant kisses on his chest, then straightened herself and looked down at him, sitting on her knees beside him. Her hand never wavered, still kneading and goading his erection, but she was nigh statuesque. He merely tried to stay alert of what she did; struggling against her caress, but his smile betrayed all that he felt raging inside of him.

“I want this to happen”. He had not expected her to speak. “I want to feel you, know you intimately; to please you….to have you please me.” Her face was still blank, perhaps even a bit sad. She had pursed her lips. He swallowed hard and nodded.

“I know. I want this to happen…as well.” It seemed as if she had been waiting to hear him actually say it, not just make it clear with his bodily responses. She leant down, undoing his belt buckle and stripping down his trousers. Her breasts fell free from the confines of her ruined corset, pale and wholly unlike the walls of the red room, save perhaps for the fresh pink of her areolas. Her face was close to the bulge in his boxers, but then cast all doubt about her intentions to the wind as she freed his manhood from its last barrier, greeting it with a warm kiss on the tip. He could do nothing else and fell back amid the pillows, feeling her tongue warming him up, her lips smacking on the tip as she paid homage to his manhood. Her left hand Konya Travesti went up and down his chest, until he seized her hand and kissed her fingertips; let his tongue play on the red-lacquered nails, emulating whatever she did to him. They goaded each other on, her stroking him with her free hand while her mouth worked miracles, gasping for breath every now and then as she let his hardness rest between her breasts, running her index finger along his lips, his tongue daring it to return to his mouth.

Her hand pulled back from his greedy mouth, letting it join the other one as she went down on him as if in a trance. The feeling of her tongue on his member, her mouth engulfing its heated skin and her hard nubs rubbing up against his inner thigh set loose all inhibitions and restraint, well past the point of no return. When he came in her mouth, filling her mouth with his seed it startled her, looking up at him while another jet splashed against her face and spilled from the corner of her mouth, but her hands further encouraged his orgasm, groaning as his hands gripped the sheets until his knuckles matched their color. She broke into laughter, bereft of mockery but full of joy. She lay down next to him, made sure that he saw her relishing in cleaning herself up, every drop spilled being consumed. She took off what was left of her corset, arching her back as she did and then sighed contently. He stared at the ceiling, panting from the strain of orgasm, hearing his blood surging through his veins, drowning out whatever sound may rear its head in the red room.

“I must repay you. It’s what I want to do.” He spoke plainly, finally realizing how she had been able to say the things she had said so matter-of-factly. He turned his head and found her face right on front of his, her golden hair partially covering her face. Her smile was plain to see. His large hand ran over her breasts, circling her puffy nipples, she stifled a moan by biting on her lip. It was only now that he saw she was completely naked, with her hand playing the same minuetto between her thighs as she had done to him.

“Treat me as I have treated you. Then our desires will be clear to one another, and none shall know of what has occurred between these red walls.” The sadness dripped on her angelic features once more. He places his hand on hers, pushed her fingers aside. Though the night had seized the world outside, the sun shone brightly upon them in the red room.

She was propped up against the headrest of the bed, and closed her eyes every time he kissed the most intimate part of her body. His conduct was reverent, no greed or force marring the touch of his lips when they landed on her folds. He kissed and licked the very limits of her thighs, only briefly venturing beyond them to send a shiver down her spine before retreating to whence he had come. He let his finger rest on her clitoris and let it press down slightly as it moved down, the folds giving way eagerly, yet never going too far. She could not stop herself from crying out, it was too little for too long. It was aggravated further by his lips following suit wherever the finger left, which in turn got the better of him, finally focusing his attention on her inner sanctum completely. Her taste cut him free from planned actions, his instinct, his hidden passions set loose upon her. Her sensitive spot warmed up to his tongue, the very tip of it being doused in her arousal. He sucked on it lightly, relishing the soft feel and full taste of it before letting his tongue slid past her past her folds to pay homage to the source. He let his hands cup her breasts, his fingers trembling around them as she climaxed up against his mouth, her hips boring down on his face with the full force of orgasm. She moaned, her mouth and jaws clenched shut, wrapping her legs around his neck to let every shudder pass into his body. He slackened his caresses, yet never relented from kissing and lapping at her tender flesh, his mouth wet with her fluids.

Her mind swam with lust as she let the sweetest torment of all wash over her further, covering his hands with hers making him paw at her breasts, audibly declaring her passion louder. He gingerly slid a finger inside of her, burying it deep as he let his tongue grind harder against the swollen pearl of her vagina, thus letting her body go rigid with new and harder torrents of orgasm. He saw her hair matted and sticking to her sweat-sodden forehead as he pulled back to see what he had caused. Her eyes were wide in sheer disbelief of what he had just wrought upon her, a gaze that did not waver when she tried to catch her breath. He actually got off the bed, as if he was scared of what he had done, but her legs were quicker than his hesitation. He buckled to his knees, then on top of her, their faces close enough for the both of them to feel their breath in their eyes. She reached for his member and pushed it against her wet folds. İzmir Travesti This urged more than a surprised moan from him, as his half-erect organ slid easily inside of her and swelled up back to its peak size. She clenched her muscle in her body and choked him with a passionate kiss as she felt him enter her, and did not let him go until he cried out his approval and let his mouth stray down to her breasts, where he baptized his first thrusts with licking her swollen nipples. Her fingers dug into his hair, arching her back with every thrust he attempted, stifling the charge of his hardness with her scintillated muscles. His tip sunk into her moist walls, fighting back with circling around in her as he thrust, sucking hard on each nipple alternately. Had he won? He did not know, yet she did give way and parted her legs further, penetrating her deeper as a result. He broke free from her female form and straightened himself enough to see himself vanish inside of her temple, hearing the passion he wrought down there and ignoring her beseeching moans. He gave her all he could give, until she succumbed further and pulled him out of her.

Her back curled and curved with each breath as she went on her hands and knees, parting her folds to receive his benediction. He pressed his hardness against them, his chest pressed against her back, equally sodden with sweat, pushing her golden locks aside to kiss her neck. He entered her softly, nestling deep inside of her and not moving the slightest, waiting for her rabid instinct to push back against the entry, and push back she did. Despite his hands clutching at the firm skin and flesh of her breasts, which sent further tingles down his spine and loins, which soon left those mounds and when down to aggravate the placed he had kissed earlier and was entrenched in now, she determined the pace, she let her searing wetness bore down on him, him being the all too eager victim. The cadence transferred from time to him, with him responding with sharp, quick thrusts, only to have her take over the reins with torturing, slow, exaggerated movement, letting him delve deep inside of her on her own terms. She came up during one of his brief reigns, their bodies pressed against each other as the combination of his wild thrusts and lithe fingers made her plunge into hitherto unknown pleasures, effectively forcing him out of her as she fell facedown in the downy delight of the pillows to succumbing fully to her lust.

He had attuned fully to her rhythm and slid off her, falling between the sheets beside her. Still groaning from the spasms of orgasm besieging her, she straddled him and let out an inaudible gasp as she rocked her body on his hardness, finding support on his chest. Her nails dug into it as she milked him and goaded him toward a huge climax, her breasts rising and falling every time she let herself be impaled on top of him. He clenched his eyes shut, only paying heed to what pleasures were being delivered to him, and those were still on the increase. She allowed one of her hands to work on her clitoris, which brought the telltale shudders of orgasm to race through his hardness and soul once again. She knew it would prove to be too much. She knew they had both reached that elusive limit of human passion, angelic in the baseness of the act they were engaged in. He was already surrendering to its power when his member, coated in her juices and pulsating from her heat, slid between her breasts and let out its thick, pearly reward when her tongue ran wetly up along its shaft and tickled the rim of the tip, her hands wrapping her breasts around it as he splashed his own chest with his seed. She immediately lapped it up after all but the last drop had been milked from him, grinding her breasts against the convulsing shaft and not ready to end it there. Her mouth was still filled with the bounty when it wrapped around his glans again, showing great patience to make it stiff yet again, kissing and licking it sloppily with its own discharge coating it down to the very stem. Dawn colored the sky with tints not quite unlike those of the red room itself when he reached his climax one last time, the feeling surging through his body as intense as it has done the second time.

Few words were exchanged when they caressed each other in the shower. They continued their quest for passion in there, but the night had taken their toll on the both of them. Their lovemaking was more carnal than it had been before, almost unclean despite the heat of the shower crashing on the both of them. They both got dressed with each other’s taste still on their lips and tongues. No goodbyes or phone numbers were exchanged. They did exchange glances, there in the red room. It had served its purpose. A purpose it would serve many times more, but not for these two. The outside world was grim and cold as it had always been, cars and people shouting already defiling the tranquility of the morning.

Later that night, a woman with features only the Mediterranean could bestow upon someone knocked on the door. Long-lashed green eyes answered it, followed by the slim body of a freckled ginger woman smiling at her unforeseen guest here, in the red room.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Chapter 3 : Nancy and Emelia

As I woke the next day I wondered whether my recent good fortune would lead me to new adventures.

I was not disappointed. Around two in the afternoon the shop bell rang as a young woman pushed a pram into the shop.

I guessed her to be mid-twenties, with auburn hair and blue eyes, an extremely rare combination, but ever so alluring. Nice mature figure with serious boobs, probably because of the baby, but for the rest, really well toned. She had clearly been working out since the birth.

She also had a lovely pair of trim legs, lightly tanned, exposed well by her rather short flowery summer dress. The neckline was plunging nicely, the reason why I could immediately judge her rack when she walked in.

“Good morning madam,” I said, “how can I be of assistance to you?”

“I would like to have some pictures of my baby, do you take that kind of pictures?”

“Yes, of course, I do any kind of portrait, from babies to elderly people and everything in between, even of pretty young mothers like yourself.”

That comment resulted in a short giggle and a slight reddeningof her cheeks.

“No, no it’s photos of my baby I’d like.”

“No problem, I was only joking. When would you like me to take these photos of…?”

“Little boy… girl?”

“Oh girl,” she said, “Emilia.”

“Ah and how old is Emelia if I may ask?”

“She is close to 6 months,” she said.

“Good, good and if you don’t mind me asking, how do I address the mother of Emelia?”

“Oh , I’m Nancy,” she responded, cheeks reddening again.

“Excellent Nancy, I’m Lew. So when would you like me to do this for you?”

“You can make an appointment, or if you wish we can do it right now. I have nothing else urgently planned.”

“Oh, now is OK for me,” Nancy said, “it’s sort of what I was hoping for, to be honest.”

“Excellent, then let’s get started!”

“Would you care to follow me into the photo studio and we will set everything up to make some fabulous photos of the lovely Emelia for posterity.”

I put up the closed sign on the shop door and we proceeded into the studio.

“So Nancy, let me get you a chair while I get everything set up for our little photo model.”

I rolled a big cube covered in soft material to the side of the studio I normally used for kids and adolescents and lowered one of the special backgrounds, this one with a representation of some sort of flowery garden.

On the side I added some plants to create the illusion of a real garden, together with some toys for Emelia to play with, so she would look like a happy baby.

I also kept a sheepskin as it’s one of the classics to photograph babies on.

I still remember I had been photographed that way when I was a baby, I had the proof hanging in one of the dressing rooms. I was sure no one would recognize me on the photo anyway and it was there as an example of what I could do for young mothers and their babies.

I was smiling like crazy in that picture and my mother told me later that it was because I was actually peeing on the sheepskin when they took the picture.

“OK Nancy, let’s have Emilia over here.”

Emelia seemed a nice, well behaved and foremost curious baby, which was usually a very good sign as then they tended not to start to cry immediately in a strange environment.

No, Emelia was handling it like a trooper, smiling and playing with the toys I’d provided.

After about fifteen to twenty minutes we were done.

“OK Nancy,” I said, “I think we have enough material to make a nice photo book of Emelia.”

“Oh a photobook,” Nancy said, “that’s not exactly what I had in mind.

“I was thinking of just having one or two framed photos, which would be about all I could afford.”

“I see…”

“Let me think how we can solve this.”

“Well Nancy I am always interested in taking “special” photos of a mother with her child for my private collection and potentially to submit when I participate in international photo contests.”

“If you would be willing to participate, not only would you get your two framed photos of Emelia but I would throw in a full photobook. All that for the price of the two framed photographs.”

“If ever I submit one of the photos to a competition, and it won a prize, I’d share that prize with the model and if there were a request for publication, the model would of course be compensated.”

“Sometimes there is a demand for this type of photos for an advertisement for one or other baby product.” “No guarantees of course.”

“So in short would you care to pose together with your baby?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t mind doing that,” Nancy replied.

“Good, but now comes the million dollar question: would you do that without any clothes on?”

“”

“Wow, I don’t think so,” she replied quickly, her face reddening once again.

“Well Nancy, I don’t know if you’ve seen mother and baby competition photos, but they’re always naked. They want representations of the beauty of the baby’s Travesti body held against the mother’s body.

You should also know that when I take pictures of naked mothers with their naked babies they are absolutely not sexually oriented.”

“Most of the time the naughty bits are not really visible. Babies are held so that breasts are covered and the nether regions are usually camouflaged by the mother’s legs or feet.”

“I will of course see them when you are posing, but rest assured I have seen it all a million times.

“I guess I have seen more naked women than your local GP.”

“When I do this, I always draw up a contract with the model to protect us both, for example, against unwanted publication of the photos. The photos will always remain the property of the model and if I want to send them in for a competition or I get a request for publication, I always get the explicit agreement from the model before I do.”

“We don’t have to do it today if you feel uncomfortable or if you want to discuss it first with your partner or even if you want him or her to be present during the photoshoot.”

“Please think about it, you are a very lovely young mother and you have the most adorable baby who is almost a professional at posing. She definitely proved that today.”

“Mmmmhhh, OK, I’ll give it some thought but I can’t promise anything.”

“And by the way, I don’t need approval from any partner as I am alone with my daughter.”

“I will get back to you, but for the time being, please would you mount my two photos with Emilia.”

“OK let’s just do that,” I said.

“All I need is your full name, address and phone number or e-mail si I can contact you when they are ready.”

“The price would be EUR 50 without the frames.”

“If you want frames I do have a stock at various prices from which you can choose, or you can use your own. If you choose the latter let me know the exact measurements and I’ll make sure the photos fit in nicely so that you won’t have to crop them at home.”

After thanking me, Nancy put baby Emelia back in her carriage and wheeled her out of the shop.

Half an hour later she was back.

“Did you forget something Nancy?” I asked.

“No,” she said, “I’ve decided, I’ll do it…I will pose for you, provided I also get a few prints of these special photos you want to take of me and Emelia.”

“OK, that sounds good” I said, “let’s draw up a contract.”

After completing the standard contract and explaining in some detail what was in it, I asked her, “When do you want to do this?”

“If it’s OK for you, right now,” she said “before I change my mind.”

“OK come through again, you know the way by now, so let’s get started.”

“Is it still OK for Emelia too? She’s not too tired? Does she need a nap or, even better, does she need feeding?”

“I’m sorry to be personal, but I couldn’t help but notice the size of your boobs, so I presume you breast feed her?”

“Yeah,” Nancy said, “I can’t afford to buy these expensive cans of formula to feed my baby.”

“Besides, it’s so much better for the baby to get natural mother’s milk.”

“How right you are Nancy, so does Emelia need a feed?”

“You feeding her would be a nice start to the photo sessions, giving you the opportunity to slowly come into showing a bit more skin that usual.”

“Yeah she needs feeding, in fact, she can always feed, she really likes it when I nurse her and has never refused, even if the time in between is sometimes short.”

“Good let me get you a comfortable chair and adjust the lighting.”

I pulled up a nice soft wide chair that would allow Nancy to settle comfortably with Emelia in her arms.

That done, Nancy lowered once side of her dress and popped out a gorgeous big milky white boob with a very large nipple surrounded by a rather big darker looking areola.

The breast seemed really filled to the brim with wholesome mother milk.

Emelia didn’t take too long to latch on and started sucking contentedly.

I grabbed my camera and started clicking away at the tender scene in front of me.

When boob number one was empty I asked “Nancy would you be willing to completely drop the part of the dress and remove your bra, so that the top half of your body will be naked?”

“Ok,” she said, “You have already seen one why not its twin, but first Emelia needs to burp so I am going to put her over my shoulder, OK?”

“Sure,” I said, “I can take pictures of her and your naked back.”

After a few big burps, Emelia looked contented, but rather sleepy.

“Yeah,” Nancy said, “usually she has a little nap after feeding.”

“OK” I said, “Maybe we can then take some pictures with the baby on top of you asleep. However, I then need you to get completely naked if that’s all right?”

“Shall I take Emelia so you can get undressed?”

“That would be wise; it would be a bit awkward balancing Emelia while getting my gear off,” Nancy replied.

So I took Emelia who looked up at me rather curiously Konya Travesti – she had never been this close to me.

Nancy got up and removed her summer dress and bra completely, followed by her panties.

She had a nice trimmed pubic area with her inner labia peeking slightly from between her pussy lips.

“OK Nancy, can you please lie on the floor, and put Emelia on your chest, so that your pubic area is covered by her legs and her head rests in between, or on, one of your breasts please?”

I took a number of shots from different angles playing with the lighting, going from full light to strike light, which leaves part of the body in the dark creating a dramatic contrast.

I then reposed the shot with Nancy sitting up and holding the baby cradled in her arms or up against her chest.

Clearly Emelia had enough of it all and had dozed off, but not before I had seen her grab her mother’s still full breast resulting in a painful face from Nancy.

“I’m going to have to put her in her pram now,” Nancy said, “so that she can have her nap. That will take somewhere between half and an hour.”

Nancy got up completely naked, clearly no longer bothered by it, and walked over to the pram where she laid Emelia down for her sleep.

“What was going on there?” I said, “when you had that pained look on your face?”

“Oh,” Nancy said, “when my boobs are full of milk and Emelia grabs and pinches them, it hurts, and as you noticed she only emptied one, so the other one is still very full and a bit painful at the moment.”

“Can you do anything about it,” I asked, “I’m a complete ignoramus when it comes to handling boobs filled with milk.”

“When I’mat home I have this device I can use to pump the milk into a bottle for later, like a hucow, but I don’t have that with me.”

“Excuse me, a hucow?”

“You don’t know the term hucow? ‘human cow’,” she said.

“No, never heard of it,though I did read something similar in an erotic novel. It was about a bunch of people that got stuck on an island after their plane had crashed and one of the women was a wet nurse who sold her services all over the world, for babies and for adults, and she had a similar problem to yours right now, lots of milk and no babies and no pumping device. The solution they figured out was finding volunteers to replace the pumping device.”

“Perhaps… you would allow me to help you with your little problem? It’s something I have always wondered about: how mother’s milk tastes. I don’t remember from when I was a baby of course.”

“That’s an idea,” Nancy said with enthusiasm, “I get relief, and you get to taste mother’s milk! OK bring it on, be my pumping device for a little while.”

“Are you sure?…You don’t think I’m taking advantage?”

“No silly, I’ll be honest, I always wanted to do this but never found anybody that was willing to help me. All my friends, male or female found it gross and were afraid of the taste.”

“So how do we go about it?”

“Well,” Nancy said, “Have you never sucked boobs when you were having sex?”

“Yeah of course I love to do it, but this will be the first time something will come out and this is, as far I see, non-sexual.”

“Don’t worry,” Nancy said, “Go right ahead and start sucking and take the pain away.”

Nancy was sitting again in the easy chair she had used to nurse Emelia, so I got on my knees next to her, bowed my head toward her left boob, and carefully gave the nipple a lick with my tongue. A small drop of the milk fell on to my tongue and I tasted mother’s milk for the first time.

The taste was nice, a bit sweet. I would compare it to mare’s milk which I have tasted many times.

Licking her extended nipple, I drew it between my lips and really started sucking, drawing the milk from her swollen breast.

Unconsciously my left hand moved to her right boob and started to caress it, playing gently with the nipple.

That resulted in a slight moan from Nancy, alerting me that I was doing something a little unexpected. I’d got a bit carried away.

“I am so sorry Nancy, it was never my intention to grope you.”

“That’s OK,” Nancy said, “it feels rather good to have a man’s hand on my boobs again.”

“I haven’t had any sort of sexual encounter for almost a year and a half, well basically since the baby was conceived, so it does feel good to know I can still enjoy the feeling of a man’s hands on my body.”

That said Nancy’s hands started to caress me as well, first the back of my neck pulling me slightly to increase my sucking on her boob and then with her other hand bringing mine back to the one I was not sucking.

Despite her encouragement, I took it slow, tightening my hand a little more while taking the nipple between my thumb and index finger and slowly rolling it between them.

After massaging her boob that way for a while I let my hand venture down across her belly. As she was still completely naked from the last photoshoot I had a free passage towards her nether regions. Tickling İzmir Travesti her belly button got another sigh of contentment.

Moving further down, her hand still on top of mine, I arrived at the little forest protecting her love grotto. Playing around in it resulted in more moans and a light whimper.

From the increased pressure on my hand I knew that she liked what I was doing to her.

I also felt her push my head into the direction of her other boob. I leapt at the chance, slurping the fat, pink point into my mouth happily and gently biting it, bringing a gasp to her lips.

After a little while I slowly started to move my greedy mouth downwards, following the trail my hand had discovered before.

Covering the underside of her boob with little kisses I continuing over her stomach and midriff, spending some time licking and kissing her belly button, before finally arriving at the border of the little trimmed forest my hand had been playing in till now.

Sliding through her soft bush, my tongue slid into the moist cleft, before reaching the hood covering her erect pleasure nub. I explored it a little, pushing it back with my tongue until her clitty finally showed it’s enticing head, allowing me to fully enjoy it.

Nancy lifted one leg over the armrest of the chair she was sitting on, allowing me full access to her pleasure garden.

After taking ample time to lick and suck on her clitty, doubling it in size, I started moving down her slit licking and sucking the outer and inner labia before I finally arrived at the grotto itself.

Sticking my tongue inside as deep as I could really got her motor running; she started to purr like a cat.

I lifted her other leg over the other armrest of the chair, opening her up completely to my oral assault on her moist pussy.

Nancy started to buck, lifting her pelvis to meet my slurping tongue.

“Oh please fuck me, fuck me Lew, fuck me,” she cried out grabbing the belt of my jeans and trying to undo them.

“You really want me to do this,” I asked.

“Oh yes,” she said, “I haven’t had a dick inside me for ages and I want one, and I want it now, and I want it to be yours.”

I quickly stood up and undid my belt, buttons and zipper and pulled my jeans and boxer shorts down.

My dick sprung out as you can imagine after fondling and caressing her hot body, and my flesh sword was hard and ready to assault her fortress.

Nancy grabbed my cock moved it toward her mouth.

“Oh it feels so good to feel a dick again;it’s so adorable. Can I give it a welcome kiss?”

“Be my guest Nancy.”

She started to French kiss my dick, moving her tongue around the purple, blood-engorged head and slowly sucking the whole head into her warm mouth. Her lips closed just below it and then she started to suck.

I saw her cheeks go in and I felt as if I was caught up in a hot wet vacuum cleaner.

“Hell Nancy if you want me to pleasure your play garden, you will have to stop doing that and allow me to move the pleasure stick further South.”

Luckily I had come the day before with Linda so I felt confident I could last a bit longer than usual before injecting her pussy with my cum.

“Do I need to get a condom?”

“If you don’t want me to conceive, yes you do!”

“That won’t be a problem. I had a little operation about twenty years ago when I decided that fatherhood was not really my thing. How about a potential for STDs?”

“I am as healthy as a horse,” Nancy replied, “And from the look of your dick you are too, so get on with it; please put your flesh sword in my pussy and fuck me. I want it; I need it.”

I didn’t wait for an engraved invitation and moved the head immediately in the direction of her love grotto and started to push, gently, to make sure I didn’t hurt her.

I needn’t have bothered: she was already so wet that my dick slipped in effortlessly.

I sheathed my love sword in her scabbard all the way to the hilt in one go.

It felt fantastic how tight she was despite the fact that she had given birth not that long ago.

Her pussy muscles grabbed my cock and started to massage it like she had done with her hot mouth.

I was a bit taken by surprise and had to quickly start controlling my body to avoid the developing orgasm.

I definitely wanted her to come – well before I had my pleasure.

Moving out it felt like she was sucking on my dick to keep it right there and when I moved in again the wonderful pussy muscle massage recommenced as I felt her every ridge and wrinkle.

Was it because she hadn’t had sex in a long while or was she just so gifted in controlling and using her pussy muscles? I had no idea but it sure felt amazing.

“Oh Lew,” she cried out, “I feel an orgasm coming. Please keep doing exactly what you’re doing right now.”

Her warm, wet cunt flesh enveloped me in its succulent embrace as I slid back and forth into that sweet hole. Each thrust I pounded into her was met with a spongy resistance as those lovely lips squished against the root of my manhood.

I closed my eyes, concentrating on working all angles of her pussy, trying to find what she liked best, while at the same time feeling all the folds and ridges inside of her giving me also the most wonderful feelings.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

It had been a particularly long event. Well, it seemed like that to Lord Aaron Darmouth. He had been having fun with the war scenarios, despite not doing very well, and now it was Sunday night and time for the bonfire. Everyone would be packing up tomorrow, the end of the Labor Day weekend, and it was time for some more fun.

Aaron grabbed up his towel and body wash and wandered over to the stone privys where the showers were located. Sure enough, as usual, there was a line. He patiently waited his turn, alternately making small talk with a merchant that sold fantasy swords and another heavy weapons fighter that had been given a sprained wrist in the events of the day.

Eventually he managed to make it to one of the showers, and he made sure to wash the sweat and dirt off. His lean, muscular body was something to see. He worked out regularly, and managed to turn himself into something he could be proud of. He realized that he had an average face, but the ladies quickly forgot about that as soon as they saw his pecs.

Finishing up his shower, he wandered back to camp. His tent was a modern one, since saving up for a period tent would take a while. At well over a grand for the one he wanted, it might take quite a while. Ah, well.

He dressed in a red tunic which was emblazoned with his device, and a pair of black pants. He pulled his boots on and strapped on his swordbelt. Donning his cap and a large, billowy cloak, he was ready. Grabbing a bottle of rum, he waived at several of his household members and he made his way toward the battlefield.

All Travesti of the hay bales that had been used to simulate a castle were stacked in a semi-circle, with rows of seats one above another to a height of about 8 feet. This kept the noise down, and you had to get within 200 yards to realize there was anything going on at all.

He nodded to the guard at the entrance, a heavy that he had had the pleasure of crossing rattan with earlier in the day. He had gone down quickly, thanks to a quick overhead strike. The smile on his face as he saw Aaron told him he had no hard feelings. The drummers were already at their craft, pounding out a beat that several women dressed in Gypsy garb were whirling and dancing to around a large bonfire. The seats were about half full, but Aaron knew that they would be completely full within an hour. It was going to be a good night.

A young woman wearing a large Kinsale cloak approached him. In the firelight he could see nicely braided blonde hair and a glowing smile. Quite beautiful, he thought.

“M’Lord, is the seat next to you taken?”

“No, M’Lady,” he yelled over the beat of the drummers, “Please, feel free.”

She sat down next to him, and smiled a gracious smile. Over the next half hour he discovered that she was Lady Victoria Jessop, visiting Calafia from the kingdom of An Tir. She had a late-period persona, and had been in the SCA for only a year. She was single, but had a boyfriend back in An Tir. She was camping with friends, but they were at another party and she was alone.

Offering Antalya Travesti her his bottle, she took a long pull from the contents. She smiled at him with a wicked smile.

“M’Lord, there is something I wish to show you. Would you care to join me for a look?”

“To be sure, M’Lady, I would be most happy to.”

She stood, took his hand, and led him out of the bonfire theater. They circled around to the back of the hay bales, and he noticed that several of them had fallen, forming impromptu seats. On one of these she motioned for him to sit.

“I have something to show you, M’Lord…” she said, opening her cloak. Her completely nude body shone in the moonlight, her small but firm breasts riding high on her chest. Her stomach still had a slight amount of baby flesh to it, not enough to make her look fat, but enough to give her a nice curve. Her pussy had been neatly trimmed to little more than a vertical strip. In all, she was a thing of beauty.

She looked him in the eye and bent down to kiss him. Her mouth opened, and their tongues touched and began to dance around one another. She broke from the kiss and pulled his head to her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth and gently sucked, using his tongue to roll it over his teeth.

She reached down and discovered that Aaron was quite hard. Rubbing his cock in his pants, she realized that he was of goodly length. This, she thought, was going to be quite nice. Opening the button on his pants, she brought his cock out into the open. Seven inches of hard but soft Bursa Travesti flesh was quickly engulfed by her hungry mouth. Her tongue swirled around the head of his cock as she pulled up. Pulling him out of her mouth, she lightly nibbled down the bottom of his cock, then licked her way back up and engulfed him again.

Pulling his cock from her mouth, she climbed on top of him with her legs spread wide. Reaching down, she took hold of his cock and guided it into her hungry pussy. Pressing down, she stabbed his cock deep within her and she began to ride. Her cloak wrapped around their joined forms, hiding the primal act from a couple that walked past and smiled knowingly, engaged in conversation. She pounded onto him in time with the drums, their rhythmic beat setting a wonderful tempo to fuck to.

Over and over she thrust herself onto him, every time bringing herself closer and closer to orgasm. Aaron could feel it building within his loins as well, the familiar feeling swelling up. She locked his lips to his as she began to tremble, as the first of the floods of pleasure ripped her control away. This surge of energy from her body grabbed hold of Aaron as well, and he began to come long and hard within her. She wreathed in a pounding orgasm, her vagina clenching him hard, milking every last drop from his cock.

For several minutes they just sat there, holding one another, enjoying the post-sex rush. She smiled at him as she climbed to her feet. She was a bit unsteady for a minute, but was able to regain her composure.

“Thank you, M’Lord. It’s been quite some time.”

“Not a problem, M’Lady. Not a problem at all.”

She turned and disappeared into the night. He composed himself and wandered back to the party, a smile on his features as he thought about the night at the Potrero bonfire.

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

(This is an excerpt from The Erotic Soul.)

“It is very dark now. The moon has not yet risen, and I can feel the heat of the day beginning to wane somewhat. But it is still warm enough for me to sit naked at the computer. I can feel the gentle breeze coming through the open window. It feels so wonderful as it moves across my breasts. I can feel my nipples getting harder, and this makes me think back to this afternoon.”

“I was lying in the tub when you came in today. You looked at my as if you had expected me to be there, and nowhere else. I felt vulnerable, exposed as your eyes traveled over my naked flesh, only partially concealed by the bubbles. You strip your own clothes off as you come closer, but you shake your head no when I ask you to join me. Instead, you kneel down next to me. I close my eyes as your hand lightly caressed the side of my face, and down my neck. You trail your fingers back and forth across the tops of my breasts, just barely exposed above the bath bubbles.

I watch your fingers, feeling the sensual ripples along my nerves. When you slip your hand into the bubbles, I hold my breath for a moment. I exhale sharply when I feel your strong hand cupping my breast. You turn your head, and I see the small smile curving your lips. You don’t stop though, continuing to massage my breast. As my nipple tightens in your palm, you move your fingers to stroke back and forth across Travesti its turgid tip. I groan in response, shifting in the water. I can feel my pussy gushing forth its liquids in anticipation of your touch there. I spread my legs; bending them at the knees to show you how open I am for your touch. Still though, you don’t move away from my breast.

Suddenly, you squeeze my nipple, hard. I open my eyes, looking up at you. You speak to me then, your voice deep, melodic and sensual. I hear your words as if through a fog, one that is thick with heavy, sensual mists. “Tell me how you like your tits rubbed.” Surprisingly aroused by your course words, I shift in the water. “Such nice titties you have, baby. Big, round and eager tits.”

I can’t stop my body moving sensually in response to your words. I never thought such language could turn me on. You know though what I need, what I want, even when I don’t. You read my mind. You enter my soul and see my deepest needs. You perceive what no one else ever has. You understand that what I need is different from what I need.

I hear your voice again, speaking to me softly, gently. Your hands caress me as gently, seductively as your words. I feel myself melting in the warm water. “You are eager tonight, my sweet, aren’t you?”

I try to speak, but the words catch in my dry throat. Instead, I can only nod my head. I squirm in the water, my hips Ankara Travesti seeking your touch to ignite my passion once again. I lift one hand towards my belly. You stop me with one word, “No!” Your hand still massages my breast. “Not just yet.”

I can tell you want to control me, to make me your sensual slave. Is my enslavement so important to you? Your voice comes to me again. “Now, I want you to speak the words. You must tell me what to touch. You must instruct me to pleasure you. I want you to be coarse. I want you to be graphic, no sweet, polite words will do.”

I look up into your face, your eyes. I can see you will allow no latitude. My voice is cracked, as I start though, halting and slow, resistant to reveal myself so totally to you. It is much easier when you pleasure me, and I don’t have to be responsible for my pleasure.

“Touch me,” I plead. But he doesn’t. I realize that he wants me to use his words. “Squeeze my tit…” I whisper nervously, unsure at uttering the words that have the power to make me feel like a slut, and release me from the bounds of conventionality.

I groan as you reward me by massaging my breast firmly. I wriggle and try to get closer to you. “Go on, ” I hear you say.

“Suck my tits, please.” I raise one hand to the back of your head as you lower your mouth. But you stop, just shy of my hard, distended nipples. I squirm, but still İstanbul Travesti you won’t take me. I realize that I must ask you again. “Suck my titties,” I beg you in the silence of the room. This time I feel your hot breath a moment before you enclose my taut nipple in the hot, sweet suction of your mouth. “Yes!” I cry out as your tongue teases my nipple.

I finally ask you for my true wish. “Touch my pussy.”

You lift your head, looking down out me. I can tell you want me to say it another way. I lick my lips, and try again. “Touch my clit, mon amant.”

You reward my by sliding your hand down over my belly, through my curls and directly to my clit. You waste no time with preliminaries. You go straight to the heat of my desire. I cry out with each teasing touch of your fingertip. I want you so much. I want what you make me feel. “Stick your finger in my cunt!” I shout out, surprising us both.

You need no further encouragement though and move your fingers to pleasure me completely. Your mouth sucks my tit, while your fingers play in my cunt, using my juices to lubricate your movements. You are flicking my clit to delicious submission. And then, when I almost can’t take another second, you bend your fingers inside of me and find… that special place. My scream echoes through the bathroom as my hips writhe madly, splashing water everywhere. Over and over, I cum around your fingers and hand. I can feel my tits shaking and jiggling. My nipples are so hard and taut they ache. And still, over and over, I keep cumming madly, out of control.

I drift in sensual languor. I am completely done in. I lift my eyes finally, and you are gone.”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32

Ch. 3: The Lure Of The Butterfly

If you’ve read the previous two stories about my extra-marital affair with lovely Allison, the sweet and very oral 22-year-old bank teller, I’ll bet you’re hopelessly in love with her by now.

Don’t feel foolish. Truth is, for three delirious, sex-saturated months of my life, so was I.

It made no difference that I was a happily married, otherwise sensible, mature, intelligent businessman—a reformed ex- rock n roller who had never before, and has never since….cheated on his wife. It didn’t matter that I was 20 years her senior; or that she was, in essence, a shameless cockslut capable of unspeakable acts of sexual degradation. No. When Allison called, I didn’t think twice.

The things that were truly important in my life mattered little during my brief time with her: my business, my marriage… the kids, the comfortable life. I risked them all for a fleeting paradise of stolen moments with an unfaithful, cum-addicted bank teller half my age. Was I nuts? Did I recklessly, callously indulge my wildest fantasies, my darkest impulses, without regard for the consequences… just for the warm, seductive pleasure of a young, hot mouth?

Did I literally risk my whole life, and the lives of my loved ones…just for Sex? Could it really have been that simple?

Well, not exactly…..

It wasn’t her unusual beauty. Our little heroine wasn’t drop-dead gorgeous…no, not at all. Beneath that tangle of unruly, shoulder-length red curly hair she had harsh, angular facial features, softened by wide-set, round blue eyes and long, wispy-light auburn lashes—a somewhat confusing, yet slightly exotic look. Her long slender neck appeared gangly above a cotton v-neck blouse; but arched in swan-like gracefulness when she tilted her head back in anticipation of a mouthful of cum. Her face always seemed a bit pale, but it was pretty enough. She dressed in out-of-style polyester pant- suits, long, drab-colored, ankle-length skirts and penny loafers. But the lame clothes couldn’t hide a nicely proportioned, 5″2″ body with perky, peach-sized tits and a firm, perfectly placed ass.

The focal point of Allison’s’ beauty was her small but perfectly shaped, inviting mouth. She had lush, pouty, pink-pillow lips that, I swear, would form a cupid’s heart when she puckered up to kiss the head of my cock. Perhaps I fell in love with that mouth. As crazy as that sounds, I wouldn’t have been the first. Allison didn’t turn many heads, but she intrigued every man she ever met.

She certainly intrigued me. As much of a rogue as I was, I grew very fond of her during the months of our symbiotic arrangement. And what an arrangement it was! Allison got to suck cock whenever she felt the need—and the need arose in her often— and I got to bypass my middle age crisis with an adoring 22 year old kneeling at my feet, swallowing my cum on a regular basis. She needed a man like me to stroke her young, fragile ego and in return I got a willing and accomplished fellatrix to play with for 3 months. It was a sweetheart deal!

But in addition to the magnificent way she sucked cock—and she was far and away the blowjob of a lifetime—Allison was easily the gentlest, sweetest, most sincere girl I had ever met. She was honest and straightforward to a fault. There was not an ounce of artifice in her slim bones, not a devious vein in her petite, shapely body– except, of course, when it came to cheating on her abusive husband. That was a side of her that truly scared me. Sweet, gentle Allison practiced infidelity as though it were a black art.

To every other guy who ever had the pleasure of knowing her, however, Allison was a lovely, uncomplicated wench with a pleasing smile and a willing mouth, always eager to accommodate. She’d rub your back….or suck your cock— whatever you wished. It didn’t matter, as long as it made you happy. This petite, unassuming, plain-Jane, 22 year old bank teller lived to please her lover. She was every middle-aged man’s sexual fantasy.

And yet her attraction was something more than that.

For instance, she was smart and very competent. Whether handling business at the bank or sucking cock in her husbands’ car, she followed instructions to the letter and took great pride in accomplishing the task at hand. She accepted the role of cocksucker without question and with a measure of pride, and required only an occasional pat on the head for her enthusiastic efforts. No expectations, no manipulation, no demands. She was a perfectly submissive cockslut … who always swallowed and never spilled a drop.

I can honestly say that Allison was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen on her knees. She considered it the most important sexual position, and practiced hard to get it right. Her blowjobs were a maddening mix of submissive sex kitten and filthy, hungry alley cat. She could torture a cock with endless, dainty, little girl kisses or she could take 8 inches so deep in her mouth she would lap your balls while you came Beylikdüzü Escort in her throat. On her knees, she was the picture of graceful femininity: looking up into your eyes, tongue outstretched in calm anticipation. But she would get on all fours and lick cum off a bathroom floor if she had to. She truly loved sucking cock-her happiness was dependent on it –and she didn’t question her compulsion at all. In fact at the very core of Allison’s’ behavior was a naive but firm conviction that servicing a man with her mouth was a kind of badge of femininity, a sign of maturity, a passage into adulthood. She presented a stimulating clash of powerful sexual images—a classic angel/whore— yet she was more than that.

For instance, she had a mischievous sense of humor. On the one hand she was very professional and serious doing business in her tellers cage, but she would do wacky things at work that made you wonder about her sanity. An example: she liked to place a dab of fresh semen behind her ear after blowing me on her lunch break. She said that she liked to taste it or inhale the aroma later on at work, when she became wistful. She thought it was so cool to taste cum in public and get away with it. In truth, it was. I watched her do it many times while serving unsuspecting male customers. She’d catch my eye in the teller’s line, then pretend to scratch her ear, and bring her fingertip to her mouth to wet it for money counting. The taste of semen in the middle of the day always brought a devilish, tongue-tipped smile to her face. She considered it a statement of loyalty to secretly eat my cum in front of another man. I thought it was the most wickedly sexual thing I’d ever seen a woman do.

Allison was naive and young and had a lot to learn, but she wasn’t stupid. She knew the effect her mouth had on men. Although she wasn’t educated, she was certainly intelligent enough to have sucked her way up any corporate ladder. She could have married for money. But she sucked cock because she loved to, needed to, and never used her heavenly skills for advantage. Socio-economics being what they were, Allison was perfectly happy being a bank teller. It was a good way to meet men.

Unfortunately she was as much a victim of her obsessions as the beneficiary of their creamy rewards. Most guys she latched on to would have married her on the spot just to have her mouth to look forward to in retirement. Yet she dumped each lover as soon as she found the next good-looking man to obsess on. I knew my time with her would be short, but I didn’t care. I took what she had to give gladly, and look back on my time with her with no regrets.

As lovable as she was, Allison was also a mess of contradictions. A dutiful young wife working hard to supplement her abusive hubby’s income, she was, at the same time, a dedicated cockslut relishing in debasing acts of infidelity. Cheating, for her, evened up the marital score. She went about her infidelity with a self-satisfying vengeance that sometimes scared me. For instance, she liked to let a drop or two of cum dribble from her mouth onto the carpet after blowing me in her husband’s car. Later, she would spot one of these stains while she was driving around town with him and scrape a fingernail through the fabric, gathering up flakes of semen. Then she’d look at him and chew on the dried jism as they talked. What a Bitch! Worse yet, she enjoyed telling me about it. I was glad she was HIS wife and not mine.

That brings us to the husband. Tom was his name. I’d like to take a moment here to thank him for being such an asshole. Thank you, Tom, wherever you are. You were the reason she came into my life in the first place.

She hated him. First and foremost was because he treated her like a kid. He was only 5 years her senior but about as condescending as a man could be. Allison was used to pleasing men, but nothing she did ever satisfied him. His attitude towards her created an unfamiliar seed of self-doubt, which caused her to seek affirmation wherever and however she could get it.

He was overbearing and inconsiderate, didn’t make much money and, of course, was lousy in bed. He mistook her gentle, passive nature for a lack of intelligence and will. Big mistake! She was twice as smart as he was, and once she made up her mind to act, nothing could stand in her way-not even a wedding ring. She made it her business to be the best and most skilled teller in the bank. She received praise and got raises for her efforts. She worked just as hard to be the best cocksucker she could be, and always got her creamy reward for her excellence on her knees. Everyone appreciated Allison. Everyone, that is, except her stupid husband.

His good looks had been the attraction, but now the marriage was just a bad habit and hanging on by a thread. She knew it would never last the minute she realized he would never allow her to suck his cock. That was the second Big Problem in their marriage.

He thought oral sex was dirty Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan and sinful, something only fags and whores did. His idea of sex was to wake her up after coming home from a night out with the guys and drop his limp torso between her legs for a quick 30 seconds of artless fucking, after which he’d roll off and fall asleep. No words, no tenderness, no consideration of her needs. His were always more important and more deserving of deference. Mistake number two! She considered her need to suck cock the most important thing in her young life–much more important than an unsatisfying marriage.

He never understood that. He was older, not wiser. Not even close. She had the wisdom to cheat on the bastard because he truly deserved it. She really didn’t ask for much in their relationship…. just a man to please, a cock to suck and cum to swallow. She truly believed her oral skills would ensure a happy marriage…but he would have none of it. He wouldn’t give her what she needed, so she grew to hate him and learned to get her libido stroked elsewhere. He was a fool. A pompous asshole who drove a cool sports car full of cum stains left by a cheating wife with a wicked sense of humor. What justice! Thanks to Tom and Allison, I learned there really is a God.

And that’s about where I come in.

Allison once confessed to me that before she passed me that first erotic note at the bank, she had never cheated on her husband of two years. She had agonized over her dilemma for months and finally decided that she needed some well-deserved happiness in her life. For her that meant she needed to be on her knees sucking someone’s cock. He wasn’t going to allow that, so the decision was simple. She would find someone who would. I was simply the first of many men who were willing to help her out.

I later learned that our initial encounter in hubby’s car (see Part 1) was a catharsis of cocksucking for her. I didn’t know it at the time but it had been almost 3 years since she had sucked cock. After she reacquired her taste for cum, there was simply no turning back. That explained her visit to me the very next morning for another blowjob not 8 hours after the first (see Part 2). From that point on, for the next 3 months, she would call me at work or pass me notes at the bank. The message was always the same: She needed to suck cock and could I please meet her later. I never turned her down. Shed blow me in my car, or in her husband’s little white Fiero. She truly enjoyed cuckolding him that way. Often, she’d come by my store before work in the morning and suck me off at my desk while I worked the phone. She had a fondness for the lunch break. She’d slip me a note at the bank: “Lets do lunch!” it would say. She would come to the store and sit quietly in the bathroom while I interrupted her patient sucking to wait on customers up front, returning to her waiting mouth repeatedly until she got her lunch- cum and left for work. Sometimes she would apologize, as though she were imposing. Of course, I always had time for her. So much so that I probably came in her mouth 6-7 times a week for the 3 months that our affair lasted.

But as my fondness for Allison grew I found that I wanted to spend more than just an occasional half hour with her. Slut that she was, I knew that she dedicated herself to only one man at a time and I began to think of her as “my girl.” I wanted to explore her incredible sexuality more completely. I wanted to take the time to find more ways to use her mouth, for sure, but I also wanted to fuck her silly– a thought that called into question the very nature of my relationship to her. Up to that point I simply had used her mouth for my own pleasure and never reciprocated. I hadn’t fucked another woman in 12 years of marriage. Eventually, though, I felt this strange need to pleasure her in return…to be closer to her, to hold her tightly and feel her hot, young cunt spasm around my cock… to feel her nails dig into my back and watch her eyes roll up into her head as I slid into her. I wanted to hear from her lips the unmistakable moan of orgasm.

I thought about it for weeks and decided, what the hell, it wasn’t like I had a clean record anyway. I had accepted the sin of my infidelity already, so what did it matter: mouth, cunt. It was still cheating. I had planned to surprise her on this particular day with my ‘romantic’ intentions, but, alas, she beat me to it……….

“Hi-i,” the little girl sound of her voice on the phone chirped one Friday afternoon.

“Hi sweetie, what’s up?” As if I didn’t know.

“Oh, same old, you know, work, work, work!,” she sighed. Chitchat. I knew what was on her mind.

“Hey, c’mon, it’s Friday darlin’…you have the whole weekend ahead of you. I hear the weathers going to be nice. Why don’t you do something fun?” I suggested.

“Well, I know, but….I don’t want to waste it with asshole” she answered, referring to her favorite nickname for hubby.

I didn’t get Esenyurt Escort the hint. We always met during the workweek when it was easy to steal a half hour before or after work or on her lunch break. Never during our days off. She understood that my personal time was off-limits.

“Why don’t you go shopping with your girlfriends? I suggested.

“Wow, you know me so well, Michael. I was actually planning to go to the mall with Fran and Amy on Saturday. In fact I told Tom I would be gone all afternoon. But I…I…had another idea.” She replied.

“Really?” I inquired, ” what’s that?”

“Now don’t be mad at me, Ok? And it’s OK if you cant, you know….but…I…I…was wondering….if you…you’d like to get together. You know…like…like maybe go to a …a motel or something? You can say no. I would understand….I know how busy you are all the time, but I..I just want to spend a little more time with you for once, you know?” she spoke hesitantly, almost apologetically.

I had been thinking about this very scenario myself and I was more than ready for it. But I loved to hear her ask for sex. It always made my cock hard. I coaxed her on.

“That’s sweet, honey, but you don’t have to give up your day off for me. If you want I could meet you in the morning for a little while and you could still go shopping later. I could do that.” I offered.

“Oh Michael, your so considerate. Always thinking about me…but….I….don’t get me wrong …I definitely want to ..you know…suck you off….you know I always want to do that….but…but…I want something else…”

“What’s that Allison? She was drawing me in.

” I’ve been thinking a lot about this. You know how much I love sucking your cock…. and making you come in my mouth. God, I love it soooo much! It’s the best thing in my life right now. But lately I’ve been fantasizing about… about something else. Something…different. I think…I think I want you to ….to… fuck me, Michael… I want …to feel your cock in me. I just have this weird feeling lately. It’s strange…and I’m confused, but I know what I feel. I want you to fuck me, Michael. I know we’ve never done it…. and I understand if you don’t think we should, but…but please…. couldn’t we go somewhere tomorrow for a while? Somewhere we could be alone and comfortable? I’ll still suck you off all you want. You know I will. But I really….I really need to be…to be fucked, Michael.”

I didn’t reply right away. I was thinking.

“Michael? Michael? Are you there?” She seemed panicky.

“Yes, honey, I’m here”

She started to backpedal. “I’m sorry, I….shouldn’t have brought it up. I should just leave well enough alone. I don’t want to lose what we have. I am enjoying you so much, I’m sorry for asking you….”

“Allison?” I interrupted her.

“Yes?

“Where are you right now?” I inquired.

“I’m in the break room at the bank,” she answered.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes”

“Slip your finger into your pussy for me,” I ordered.

There was a moment of silence, but no hesitation as I heard her shifting in her chair. Then…

“Mmmm, yes. It feels good, Michael” she described.

“What feels good, Allison?” I played with her. She liked to talk dirty and she liked the danger of public sex.

“My finger… feels so good… in…in my …my pussy,” she whispered huskily. “It’s so wet, Michael.”

“Push your finger all the way in and finger-fuck yourself, Allison.,” I continued to guide her.

“Ohhh, yes, sooo good….mmm. I’m doing it, Michael. It feels sooo good.” She panted softly.

“Now put 2 fingers in,” I instructed the young cockslut. I pictured her finger-fucking herself in the lunch room at the bank, customers all over the place and co- workers busy as bees right outside the door. The danger was as enticing to her as my sexy voice.

“How does that feel? I asked again. I imagined her tight 22-year-old cunt, pink and wet, smooth and unstretched by childbirth. I could feel the hot velvet glove enveloping my 8-inch cock.

“Ohh…Oh god it feels even better…. Oh, yesss….Ohhh!…. I feel so full with 2 fingers inside, Michael. I’m going to make myself come. Do you want me to do that?” She asked innocently.

“No! Don’t come Allison. I don’t want you to come. I want you to feel your fingers. Do you like having 2 fingers filling you pussy”?

“Yes, I do” she whispered in a husky voice.

“Then imagine how good it will feel when I slide my cock into you tomorrow. That’s what you want isn’t it sweetie? A woman needs that. You want to be filled with a thick, hard cock and pounded into the mattress until you scream, don’t you, Allison?

“Yes, that’s what I want.”

“Tell me again, Allison, so I’m very clear on this. What is it that you want from me tomorrow?” My cock was hard and I wanted to hear more.

“I…I want to make…your cock ….hard… Michael… I want you to let me take it out of your pants…and…. and play with it…and kiss it…I want to put it in my mouth and taste it… suck it. …until it’s soooo hard. Then I want you to lay me down and …and fill my wet pussy with your…. your hard cock. I want to feel it… deep in me…I want you to …to fuck me hard, Michael…I want you to fuck me… really hard!”

Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
Telefon Numaram: 00237 8000 92 32