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I sat in the shadows at the bar. I wanted to watch you come in, to stare, without being seen. As soon as I saw you walk into the airport lounge, I recognized you from your picture. You were dressed causal in jeans and a t-shirt, perfect for traveling, perfect for taking off. I dressed up for this occasion, one that I had been waiting for over three years. I wore a baby doll black t-shirt, paired with a funky short skirt. My breath caught and I smirked as you finally noticed me in the corner. Coming over to me with a smile on your face, I uncrossed my legs slowly and stood to greet you, a stranger yet someone I regularly fantasize about.

Your eyes caress my face, my neck, my breasts, and further down to see my long legs and dainty ankles. Your smile showed me you approve of my body and the twinkle in your eye told me you wanted to see more. I introduced myself to confirm my name; you gave me yours as you took my hand. With a toss of a $5 bill, we exited the airport to find a cab that would take us both to your hotel room.

My skirt barely covered my bare ass as I got into the cab beside you. Your hand kuşadası escort immediately started at my knee and slowly inched upwards towards the ticklish spot of where my leg meets my hip. I playfully slapped your hand away, making a tsk tsk sound. “Be nice. Be patient.” I whispered to you and you giggled. Behaving like the good boy you were, you sat back and enjoyed the view of the city rolling by. I, nervous, looked out at the familiar skyscrapers and felt my pussy getting hotter and hotter as I fantasized what we were going to do to each other as soon as we got up to your room. I peeped over out of the corner of my eye and saw your hard cock straining to get out of your pants. I forbade myself to touch it then, even though I was desperate to have it in my hand, my mouth. I would have to be patient as well.

We arrive and you pay the cab driver. We hurry up the check in procedure, heading up to your room. Once inside, we both stare at each other, circling the room, circling each other like wild animals. Sexual tension overrides any nerves that may have prevented this visit. We clung to each other, finally tasting each other’s mouths, tongues, ears, and necks. You thrust your cock towards me as your hand grabbed my ass, bringing me closer to you. I hugged you close, feeling my hard nipples grazing your chest as I sucked on your neck, claiming you as mine.

Coming up for air, I pushed you towards the bed, unbuttoning your shirt as we got closer. “You’re mine.” I growled and pushed you onto the bed. Taking off the reminder of your clothes, I paused to admire your beautiful body. Grinning evilly, I kept all my clothes on, only telling you that you could watch but do not touch. Your hard cock stood at attention, begging me for my attention. I licked your taunt nipples, biting them and covering them with my mouth. Your whimpers of lust urged me on. My hands roamed your body, close to your dick but never touching it – not yet at least.

My tongue trailed down your stomach, dipped into your belly button, and continued further down. I traced a path around your hips, the hollow where your legs meet your hips. Your pleas made me giggle but I continued on a maddening quest. Without warning, my mouth found your balls. I sucked on them gently, savoring the taste. I felt your cock twitch for attention and your balls contract as I continued to suck. I couldn’t delay what I wanted. My tongue traced your cock’s underside up until its big purple head. I started slowly by sucking only on the head.

My hand stroked the length while I drove you crazy. Taking my hand off, I leaned over further, taking the cock fully in my mouth. My hands started pinching my own nipples as I felt my pussy getting wet and hot. I wanted you in this moment, more than I’ve wanted anyone else. You didn’t want to cum in my mouth, this time, but wanted to feel my hot pussy, taste my wetness.

I ignored your desires and continued to suck on you, alternating fast and slow. I moaned feeling your cock getting thicker and pulsating. Your hand found my breast and massaged it, grabbing it, pinching my nipple. You called my name as your cock spewed its seed. I swallowed the thick warm cum, licking you clean, savoring the taste of you in my mouth. I took your hand and kissed your palm. Laughing I sat back and watched you in a post orgasm daze. You grabbed me, kissed me, and said my turn would be soon enough.

…to be continued.

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As I spoke with Jessika about her final essay, I attempted to avoid staring at her always impressive cleavage, a challenge that I had faced all semester. And as always, I knew I was failing to properly ignore the allure of her tan flesh.

“You can revise the essay, Jessika, but grades are due next Monday. You will need to turn in your revised essay by Friday,” I explained to her after reviewing her paper and discussing how she could improve it to be worthy of an ‘A’ grade.

Jessika frowned but nodded her head in reluctant agreement. She bit the corner of her lip and looked down – I had learned over the course of the semester that this expression indicated Jessika was thinking something through.

While she thought, my eyes dropped again to her cleavage. Jessika was wearing a tight, cobalt blue sweater with a ‘V neck. It was not the most cleavage she had shown over the course of the semester, but the color of the sweater contrasted nicely with her light tan skin and emphasized how much of that skin was exposed.

I tore my eyes away from her chest and looked up just in time as she raised her own previously downcast eyes. As our gazes met, I realized another effect of the color of her sweater – her normally gray eyes had taken on an alluring shade of blue.

“I don’t know if I will have time to fix it before this weekend,” she admitted, with a slight shake of her head. Her soft chocolate colored hair, which fell a few inches below her shoulders, moved just enough that a few strands strayed from their intended place. I repressed the impulse to brush them back off her cheek. Jessika took a deep breath, which I might have found odd had her rising chest not distracted me.

The pretty brunette averted her eyes again and, in a rush, blurted out, “If I made it worth your while, could I email it to you on Monday morning?”

Immediately, a hyperawareness of the situation hit me. Jessika had waited until after I had spoken with all her classmates, so we were alone. And while she had worn tops that showed cleavage to every class during the semester, making her display of skin not at all unusual, I realized that her clothing that day looked more appropriate for an evening out rather than the last meeting of a college freshman writing class. In addition to the form-fitting cobalt blue sweater, she wore tight, sky blue designer jeans and gray high heeled pumps. A dark gray coat was still slung over the back of her chair.

As the silence stretched out, I also noticed a couple of aspects of her makeup that had not registered before. The lipstick on her luscious, full lips was perhaps a more vibrant shade of red than usual, and she was wearing metallic blue eye-shadow that likely contributed to the increased blue cast to her eyes. The overall effect of her makeup was fairly subtle, but in my hyperaware state, it was obvious to me that she had tried to emphasize her lips and eyes a bit more than normal.

As I tried to respond to Jessika’s suggestion, I found I could not articulate even the simplest words. I have been teaching college writing for nearly twenty-years, and it is not at all often that I have become so tongue-tied with a student.

“Umm, well, I, umm, I mean, uhh, that maybe, umm…”

Jessika looked into my eyes, seemingly more confident than she had been just moments earlier, smiled, and touched my arm briefly. My lovely student then handed me a note. It was folded over, but I could see that the note was written on lavender paper adorned with floral patterns.

I did not open the note, nor did I speak. I just stood there, unable to verbalize, and watched her gather up her belongings. I did not even attempt to look away when she turned her back to me and leaned over far more than necessary to pick up her purse, which was sitting beside her seat. I just stared and her well rounded derriere. Once she had all her belonging together and her coat on, she turned to face me again.

Taking a deep breath, I found my voice: “Jessika, I am not sure exactly what you are suggesting, but it would be inappropriate…”

“Oh, I think you know what I am suggesting, Mark,” she interrupted, smirking.

Stepping forward, she put her free hand around my neck and drew me in for a hug, whispering in my ear, “I’m free for the rest of the evening.”

Then, without looking back, she strolled out of the class room.

***

I sat in my car thinking. The lavender note with Jessika’s address lay on the passenger seat of my car. According to my GPS, she lived about fifteen minutes from the campus.

In all my years teaching college classes, I had only once had a sexual relationship with a student, and that had been after grades were final. I had been only twenty-seven then, and the student, a perky blonde with green eyes, had been twenty. We had dated four months before deciding that we were not compatible. After that former student, I had met my wife, and for most of the last seventeen years I had been married.

Sure, kuşadası escort there was almost always one or two female students each semester who caught my eye, and even a few who, in different circumstances, might have reciprocated my interest. But, I had never explored any of such possibilities while I was married, including a couple of students who I thought might have been suggesting a quid pro quo arrangement, like Jessika just had.

After my marriage had dissolved a little more than eighteen months ago, I had wondered what I would do if the opportunity presented itself again. However, when my thoughts strayed down such paths, I always concluded that opportunities with attractive students had likely passed me by. I found it difficult to believe that any of my students would find a man in his mid-forties, who was sixty pounds overweight with noticeably graying hair, of any interest outside the classroom. But as the months passed, and I shed weight and regained confidence, I began to ponder whether my initial conclusion might have been hasty.

When the current semester had started in August, I was feeling relatively confident. Yes, I was still in my mid-forties (forty-four to be exact) and graying, but I was down to only a few pounds overweight. Furthermore, I had just come out of a several month relationship with a thirty-six year old woman, and while that relationship had fallen apart, I felt more confident that I had something to offer to a younger woman. Yes, I knew twenty-something (I was not even considering anyone under twenty) was different from thirty-something, but I did not think the differences would constitute an impossible barrier, and I was looking forward to seeing how many lovely females might be in my classes.

As a core writing instructor at a community college, I usually teach five writing classes per semester. My students range from traditional age freshmen (eighteen+) to returning students as old as seventy. And while it is more likely that the students in my day classes will be traditional age or close to traditional age freshmen, exceptions always abound – except for this semester.

I was disappointed when, after the initial meetings of four of my five classes, not a single female student in her twenties (or even in her thirties) had evoked any interest from me. My Monday morning class roster did include a quite pretty blonde (who had worn short shorts and a thin, tight tank top to the first class), but a quick check of her records indicated she was only eighteen, and I had given myself a firm lower age limit of twenty-one.

When I walked into the first meeting of my fifth class, a Tuesday/Thursday evening class, my disappointment evaporated. Sitting in the front row of tables, just to the right of the podium and directly in front of the instructor’s computer desk, was an attractive brunette who looked to be in her late twenties. She had chocolate brown hair that fell in wavy strands to just below her shoulders, enticing gray eyes, and inviting, full lips. However, I am ashamed to admit I barely noticed her hair or her face when I first saw her. What I first noticed was that her shirt was cut low enough to show much more than just a hint of the cleavage of her large breasts.

When I went through the class roster, I discovered her name was Jessika L. After I called her name, she smiled, raised her hand and said, “Here” with a big smile. It was then that I noticed the allure of her eyes and lips. I put a plus next to her name rather than my usual checkmark – a reminder for me that I should check her record.

When I was almost done taking attendance, I came upon student with a first name homophonous with my new muse, but spelled differently.

“Jessica S.” I called, looking up to find the named student. To my left, also in the front row, sat a thin blonde woman who looked to be no older than nineteen or twenty, at the most. She was wearing red-framed glasses that did nothing to hide the intensity with which she looked at me as she put her hand up and responded to her name with a somewhat breathy, “right here.”

I was caught up in the intensity of her gaze. Her eyes sparkled bright blue in her delicate face. Her pouty lips, adorned with red lipstick to match her glasses, were slightly parted. I am not sure how long we would have stared at each other had I not made myself look down as I put a plus next to her name.

“It looks like we have two ‘Jessicas'” I told the class, “and while you two spell your names differently, that will not help us in class. Do either of you have a nickname we could use in class?”

Jessica S. raised her hand and replied, “A lot of people call me Jessi.”

“Jessi and Jessika it is then,” I proclaimed, smiling in turn at Jessi and then Jessika. And while Jessika returned my smile, Jessi just nodded and stared.

As I introduced myself and went over the syllabus during that first class, no matter how much I tried to look at every student in the room, my eyes kept finding either Jessika’s cleavage or Jessi’s penetrating eyes. When class was over, Jessika smiled at me and walked out with the young woman who had been sitting next to her. Jessi, on the other hand, waited at her seat while a few students talked to me and asked me questions after class.

When everyone else had left the classroom, the young blonde stood up and walked to where I was putting all my books and papers into my satchel. As she did so, I noticed for the first time that while she was thin almost to the point of being skinny, she had a nicely feminine curve to both her bosom and her hips, and her shape was overall proportionate to her 5’3″ or 5’4″ height.

“I’m looking forward to your class, Mr. Warner,” she told me without preamble, her vivid blue eyes locked on mine.

“Very good,” I replied, internally wincing at how trite and lame my response was.

“This is my second try at English 101,” she continued. “My last instructor wanted us to always agree with him and graded my papers down because I wouldn’t. So I dropped him.”

“Well, I think you will find this class a better experience. I grade students on their writing and how well they support their thesis, not on whether what they write matches my own opinion,” I explained to her.

She nodded in response and then proclaimed, “Oh, I already know I will have a much better experience this semester, Mr. Warner.”

“Like I said during the introduction, Jessi, you can call me ‘Mark’.”

“No, I think I prefer Mr. Warner,” the slight blonde advised me, her blue eyes locked on mine. Then, without further comment, she walked out the door.

As she left, I took the opportunity to study her small but very nicely shaped rear end.

As the semester unfolded, so did some patterns regarding the subjects of my interest. While I do not think anyone would have ever said that Jessika dressed inappropriately, she always had some amount of cleavage visible. It was clear to me that the voluptuous brunette was aware of how to best use her assets. However, Jessika was much more than large breasts and curvy hips and buttocks on a 5’6″ frame. She did well on each writing assignment and always contributed in class.

From her essays, comments in class and student file, I learned that Jessika was thirty-one years old, recently divorced, and a licensed masseuse. While most of her family was of German or English heritage, which accounted for those sexy gray eyes, her grandmother on her mother’s side was Latina, which accounted for her tan complexion. I also learned, from watching her in class, that she snorted a bit when she laughed too hard.

With Jessi, although she wore her clothing on the tighter side, it was usually fairly conservative. Only on two occasions during the semester did she wear anything that revealed any cleavage at all. The first instance was Halloween. Our class fell on the thirty-first, and many of the younger students came to class in costume, intending to attend parties afterwards, I presumed.

And while many of the costumed female students were dressed more risqué than normal, I suspect most of the class was surprised along with me when Jessi came in wearing a black cat costume that included a very short miniskirt and a low cut corset. The black of the costume contrasted drastically with her cream colored skin, further emphasizing how much of it was on display.

During that class, I had a difficult time keeping my eyes anywhere but on Jessi, a fact I do not think was lost on Jessika, who usually received a fair number of glances from me during the course of class. After class, Jessika made it a point to talk to me until Jessi, her cat costume tail swaying tantalizingly behind her, had left the room.

The other occasion on which Jessi showed some cleavage was the second to last class of the semester, and I did not believe at the time it was intentional. For that class, she wore black yoga pants, black furry boots, and an oversized gray sweater. At one point when she was getting her materials ready for class, she leaned forward and I could see right down the neck of her big sweater. Underneath, she wore a pink bra that seemed to push her milky white breasts up and together. It was a fantastic view, and I was fairly distracted thinking about it for the first several minutes of class. Unfortunately, she did not bend forward like that again.

As a student, Jessi did well enough but was less than spectacular. She would often speak up during class, but her comments were often superficial and sometimes a bit off base. It was not that she was unintelligent – in many ways she was quite capable – but she did not seem to be a deep thinker. Her essays reflected this. There were usually well organized and competently written yet superficial. I sometimes wondered if her safe and superficial writing style was a defense mechanism due to her prior instructor grading her essays based on what he thought she should have written, not what she wrote.

What was exceptional about Jessi was her stare and the intensity with which she followed everything that happened in class. After a few class meetings, I became fairly accustomed to her vivid blue eyes following my every movement during class, but sometimes it would still disconcert me when my eyes met hers and she held my gaze a with a stare that was a bit too long and a bit too intense.

According to her records, Jessi was twenty years old and a solid ‘B’ student. I learned almost nothing of interest about her from her essays, however. Even her personal narrative had been a superficial account of a part she had missed out on in a high school play. I tried to subtly find out more about her when she would stay to talk to me after class, which was frequently, but those conversations focused on her classwork and turned a bit awkward when I tried to draw any personal information out of her.

Despite her quirks, or perhaps because of them, I found myself thinking about Jessi quite often. Not in the same way I thought about Jessika – my thoughts about my sexy brunette student revolved mainly around what she might look like naked and whether her impressive bosom might be augmented — but rather I found myself pondering who Jessi was and what she liked and/or wanted from life. Put more bluntly, I wanted to have sex with Jessika, but I was fascinated by Jessi. Had Jessi not been in the class, I suspect I would have been much more obsessed with the curvy woman with the sexy gray eyes. Had Jessika not been in the class, I know I would have been hopeless taken in by the quirky personality, delicate features, and compelling blue eyes of the blonde waif.

On the last day of class, I had expected Jessi to hang around for me to grade her paper. I thought, given past experiences, that she might even stay until everyone else had left. All afternoon I had contemplated what I might be able to say to her that would make my last chance to learn more about her at least somewhat successful (or, in a perfect world, what I might be able to say to her that would give me more chances in the future to find out more about her). However, my elfin ingénue, without a word, dropped her final paper on the desk while I was speaking with another student and then hurried from the room. It was all I could do to keep from calling her back.

“It is likely for the best,” I tried to convince myself as I met with students who wanted my feedback on their essays that night. “She is only twenty.”

With about fifteen minutes to go before the normal end-time of class, Jessika came in the room and sat in her usual spot. The effect her tight, low-cut sweater had on me was almost instantaneous – I barely thought about Jessi again until later in the evening, when I had time to reflect. Form the time Jessika had walked into class until I was sitting in my car, pondering whether to go to the address on her note, my mind had been occupied, first by thoughts of the curvy brunette’s body and then by her offer of an inappropriate but exciting quid pro quo.

Making up my mind about Jessika’s illicit offer, I started my car, set my GPS to give me directions, and started out for the address on the lavender paper. I had decided to take the chance on the older, curvier, sexier, and more available option rather than devoting my evening to trying to figure out how to contact Jessi without it seeming desperate or creepy.

***

Other than being barefoot, when Jessika answered her apartment door, she looked exactly the same as she had in class. A smile played across her red lips as she hugged me and then pulled me inside, shutting the door behind me. Her apartment smelled of vanilla and spice, likely from several candles that were burning, and the front room was dominated by a full size massage table.

As I looked around her neat apartment, a new idea dawned on me. Jessika had not asked me over for sex – she was going to give me a massage as ‘payment’ for giving her more time on her essay. I felt like a middle-aged fool.

“Here is a towel, Mark. Take off your clothes and lie on your stomach on the table,” Jessika directed. “I will be back in a few minutes.”

I watched her walk into her bedroom and shut the door behind her without even a glance back at me. I undressed quickly, folding my clothes and stacking them on a chair. Soon, I was clad in only the towel around my waist. I climbed up on to the table and lay face down. Yes, I was disheartened that the evening no longer seemed likely to include any sex, but a massage from the lovely Jessika was not a complete loss.

“You look ready,” Jessika said from behind me. I had not heard her come out of her bedroom.

When I felt Jessika’s hands on my shoulders, my body tensed a bit. Before long, however, her talented fingers had me sighing and groaning in contentment as all the tension fled from my body. I closed my eyes and let myself relax.

After about fifteen minutes or so, Jessika instructed me to roll on to my back. Suddenly, I was quite aware that one part of me was not as relaxed as the rest.

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“Shall we go for a picnic?” you ask me.

“Sure. Where?” I ask, not really caring, just to be anywhere with you is a treat.

“How about this place I know by the lake? I’m already to go, my backpack’s in the truck.”

“OK”, I reply, gathering up my keys and sunglasses. It’s a beautiful day outside with temperatures in the low 80’s and not a cloud in the sky. I note the aforementioned backpack lying in the back of the cab, though I do not see a blanket for sitting on. My shirt is hanging loosely about me, mostly buttoned, and my shorts are perfect for the weather. You’re clothing is similarly apt, though your shirt seems a bit loose on you.

“All right, how do we get there?” I ask. “Go up to the lake, take the first right and follow it around for perhaps five minutes. There’s a little parking spot that leads to a secluded area.”

“OK,” I figure that’s good enough, particularly since you snuggle close to me once we’re on the road to the lake. I glance down and notice you are not wearing much of a bra, and much of your lovely cleavage is viewable.

“Here’s the turn,” you tell me after a bit. ‘Just follow the road for a few more minutes and we’ll be there.”

“Is this it?,” I wonder, noting a small, shaded area off to the right.

“Not quite, just there on the left side,” you point out. I can just make out the spot and wonder how you ever found it. This of course is not relevant, as I’m more concerned with turning into the narrow pathway. It is big enough, barely for the vehicle. “Just ahead it widens out in a nice grassy area overlooking the lake. Plenty of room to turn around.”

“OK,” I reply as the glen widens before me. “Let me get turned around, then we’ll eat.”

“Let’s not eat, just yet. How about we go for a little stroll, first?” you ask as I shut the engine off. “I’m not really hungry, anyway.”

“Sure, I’d like that.” I get out of the truck, putting my keys in the backpack, then putting it over my shoulder

“Come on,” you urge. I hurry and catch up to you, grabbing you around the waist and turning you to face me. I hold you for a short moment, then kiss you lightly on the mouth, the feel of you against me wonderfully refreshing after the time on the road.

” All right,” I say as I release you, “let’s walk.” I shift the backpack a bit, trying to find the least uncomfortable position. It doesn’t seem very heavy, just bulky and I realize the blanket is in it. “Which way?”

“Through there,” you motion ahead, then hold my hand as we walk together through a forested patch. I can see glimpses of the lake through the trees, but nothing else. We continue down the path for a while, speaking of nothing in particular, happy to be in each other’s company.

The path opens onto a grassy plateau overlooking the water, a small clearing really, with a marvelous view of the lake. “Here we are,” you say.

“It’s beautiful,” I breathe. I can see miles of shoreline and a great expanse of sapphire blue water. I let go of your hand and walk toward the water, stopping a few feet short of a drop. Glancing down I can see a gentle slope leading to the water. There did not appear to be footprints along the shore line, though this seemed a pristine fishing spot. Secluded from foot traffic and near deep water, just reachable with a good cast. I almost wish I had though to bring my gear.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” I hadn’t heard you approach. “So quiet and peaceful. Nobody for miles around.”

“Really,” I wonder. “Where’s our blanket? If we’re going to picnic, we need one.”

You give me a smile that lights up your face, “Don’t be silly, it’s in the bag. Along with a couple of glasses, so be careful getting them out.”

“OK,” I lower the bag gently to the ground and unzip[ it. I remove a large folded blanket and set it on the ground.

“Come here,” you tell me, “help me with this.” You are slowly, and carefully unfolding the blanket and I soon see why. Two champagne flutes and a pony bottle are carefully wrapped within its protective folds. The champagne has been chilled, the condensation on the bottle stands out clearly.

“Open this,” you say, handing me the bottle. I get it open with minimal effort, the cork already having been loosened. My success is announced with a gentle pop, and I hear you giggle. Placing the glasses near the mouth of the bottle, I fill them. Then take them from you as you finish spreading the blanket.

We sit together a moment kuşadası escort in quiet appreciation of the surroundings. ” A toast?” I ask.

“Only to us,” you reply.

“To us,” I salute you with the glass, and then take a small sip. You wrap our arms together after your first sip, and then we drink together. I set my glass down and take your face in my hands, gently kissing you, tasting the champagne on your tongue.

“Hmm,” you murmur.

“Hmm, indeed. You lovely thing, you planned this all out, didn’t you?”

“Only as far as having a drink. Anything else that happens is up to you”

“Anything,” I ask raising my eyebrows lecherously.

“Anything,” you respond quietly, yet firmly, before kissing me and holding me as tightly to you as possible. I can feel your nipples poking through the material of your shirt, and wonder how far I dare go. I know sex outdoors carries it’s own thrill and wonder if you’ll be cooperative.

I gently caress you through your shirt, feeling your nipples stiffen to my touch. “Hmmm” I mutter, gently kissing your neck. I continue to caress you, stopping only to unbutton your blouse and move it aside, allowing my hands direct access to your naked breasts, your nipples hard in my palm. A gentle squeeze and roll, followed by a caress is the motion of my hand, while my lips continue their gentle explorations of your mouth, throat, and ears.

Sounds of pleasure issue forth from your lovely lips as your run a hand under the hem of my shorts, searching for my penis. Your hand gently caresses me, causing me to moan. I feel my cock hardening under your hand, its gentle caresses exciting me. “Hmmm,” I murmur against your sweet neck. The gentle stroking continues, causing my cock to stiffen still further.

My lips work their way down to your lovely chest, tasting the salty tang of your sweat, feeling your soft skin, taking each nipple slowly into my mouth. I suckle upon them, bringing them more firmly erect than previously. You moan pleasantly in response, removing your hand, working on the button of my shorts. As you do so, I gently stroke your pussy through the thin cotton of your shorts.

“Stop,” you tell me. “Lie back, let me do you first.” I lie back on the blanket, opening my shirt in the process, feeling the sun warm upon my chest. You wriggle my shorts off, exposing my hard cock to the warm air.

“Hmm, that’s nice,” I tell you as you snuggle into a comfortable position, lying between my legs. You gently resume stroking my cock, arousing me some more. Placing a hand around the base of my cock, you gently lick the underside, causing me to gasp. “Hmm, hmmm. That’s very nice,” I tell you. You smile up at me, while continuing to lick me.

You lick the underside from base to tip, kissing the top, then licking gently down one side and up the underside again. Again you kiss the tip gently before licking you way down the opposite side. Your left hand gently squeezes me when you place your kisses upon me, keeping my member still while you lick and kiss me. You move your right arm between my legs, gently cupping my balls, caressing the sensitive skin. Another smile with your tongue upon the head of my cock before you slowly close your lips around the head.

“Ah, yes. That feels so fucking good,” I tell you. You pause, teasing me with what may come as your left hand gently caresses the length of my erection. A gentle flick of your tongue on the tip of my cock elicits another gasp. You firmly place your hand just beneath the crown, in contact with your luscious lips. You slowly move them both down, enveloping me with your mouth as your hand caresses me. “Hmm, hmm,” I murmur. The feeling of your wonderful mouth and gentle hand working together upon my erection fill me with pleasure. I gently stroke your hair, wishing your pussy was before me so that I could repay you in kind, trading pleasure for pleasure. I know I will soon enough, so I simply sigh contentedly.

You raise your lovely lips to the tip of my cock again, give me a gentle kiss and wriggle forward. I lean toward you and our lips meet. Your left hand stops its gentle caressing long enough to guide my erection between your tits, while your right holds the right breast against me while your left moves to trap my cock between them.

I lean back as you gently move your tits up and down, stroking my cock with your tender flesh. I gently brush your hair out of your face, revealing the most beautiful smile I have seen in a long time. “Enjoying yourself,” you quietly ask.

“That seems apparent,” I answer, gently clenching my buttocks causing my cock to twitch. “I want to lick you, ” I tell you.

“I know,” you tell me. “Not yet. Your first today.” Your smile continues as you continue to slide my cock between your lovely tits, bringing me closer to orgasm. You gently and slowly work your way back down, keeping your tits in contact with my cock until the last possible minute, your lips kissing me before you release them. One remains against the side of my cock, while the left slips back between my legs, brushing my balls.

You use your fingertips along my cock as you continue to run your beautiful lips up and down the length of my shaft. Your tongue along the underside of my cock is a warm, wet tunnel, guiding me in and out of your lovely lips. You slowly pull off, running your tongue around my head.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” I tell you. “I’m gonna cum, soon.”

You simply smile, gently wrapping your hand around my shaft, returning your lips to my cock. You resume the combination of hand and mouth, adding slight pressure from your teeth. “Aahh,” I hiss. “That’s wonderful.” You slowly continue, drawing out the experience, bringing me ever closer. You place both hands along side of my cock at the base, using only your mouth. This slows me down somewhat, but is just as pleasurable.

“Hmm, hmm, hmm,” you hum as you continue bobbing your head up and down. You add tongue and resume gently stroking me with your right hand. This is almost too much.

“I’m really close,” I tell you, again. “I’m gonna cum.”

You increase the pace of your hand, shifting your weight a bit. “Oh yeah, I’m cumming!” I tell you. The first burst lands within your mouth as you continue stroking me. The next lands upon your cheek and neck as you slide forward some more, causing the rest of my cum to splatter over your beautiful tits.

“Uh, huh, uh huh,” I grunt, unable to say anything coherent, so intense is the pleasure you have given me. You slowly rub my cock over your cheek, using it to wipe my cum off your face, smiling as you lick it clean. I groan again as you return my cock to your loving mouth, trying to get every last drop.

I grab your shoulders, pulling you up to me, holding you close as I kiss you. I roll over atop you, pushing your shorts off you in one smooth motion, leaning up to admire your beautiful pussy. Your freshly trimmed pubic hair is forming an arrow to my target. I position myself between your legs, admiring your smooth lips, silently thanking you for trimming your hair this closely.

I gently lick your swollen lips, causing you to moan softly. “Hmm, ,” I hear,” that’s nice.” I continue slowly licking your lips, working around the edges, between your lip and thigh, over the top of your clit, down the other side. Holding your pussy closed. I glance up to see you rubbing your tits, pinching your nipples, keeping your arousal high. Another lick of your lips and the circuit begins again, though this time I pinch your vulva as I slide over the top of your clit. “Ung,” I hear you moan, as I slide my tongue down the inside of you thigh.

I reach the bottom of your pussy and can taste your juices as they seep through your pinched lips. I release them and slowly run my tongue up the length of your slightly parting lips, enjoying the taste of the journey. My tongue flits lightly over your clit, before I slide it back down the side of your lips. On reaching the bottom, I enjoy the taste of your arousal from the small pool that has gathered. I return to holding your lips closed, parting only the bottom portion enough to drink of you. Your moans of pleasure are becoming louder and more frequent.

“Close?” I ask you.

“Uh, huh,” you reply. “Very”

“Good,” I reply remaining above you. I pinch you lightly to keep you aroused, but I am trying to keep from climax for the moment. My right hand gently rubs your inner thighs then works north toward your lovely tits. As I reach them, I gently pull each nipple, feeling them grow hard beneath my fingers. Gentle “hmmm’s” are your responses to them.

“Still aroused?”

“Yes,” you reply.

“Good.” I slowly release my grip on your lips, allowing them to spread on their own, revealing your lovely, wet pussy. A small pool of your juices has gathered along the bottom of your cunt and your inner lips glisten with their own moisture. I gently squeeze your clit as I lower my mouth to your beautiful pussy once again. I run my tongue from top to bottom, circling your clit before licking the pooled cum on the bottom.

“Nngg,” you murmur. “That’s so nice.” I do not reply, instead gently nipping your clit between my teeth, causing you to gasp. I slowly work a finger into your dripping box, coating it with your juice before sliding it down and against your ass. You respond to the pressure by lifting your hips, encouraging me to bring you off.

“Easy,” I tell you. “It’s not time yet.” You groan slightly in frustration, but relax your thighs, lowering your luscious pussy down. I resume licking you, my finger gently stroking the inner surface of your vulva. Up and around my tongue goes, tracing paths of delight. Your moans are again drawing closer together and I again pause, smacking your exposed clit as I do so. You gasp in response, more in surprise than pain, as it was not hard.

“What was that for?” you wonder.

“Trying to climax before I want you to,” I tell you with another pussy slap. You moan again, then subside, trying to be patient. “Let me know when you’ve calmed down a bit,” I say,” I want to try something before I finish you off.”

“OK, as long as it’s not too kinky,” you tell me. I just smile in return. My cock is rock hard, though not visible to you, aching to enter you and fill you. “OK,” you say after a couple of minutes,” I’m calmed down.”

“All right. Close your eyes,” I tell you. No point in telling you to spread your legs since they’ve been that way for a time. After your eyes have closed, I slowly rise to my knees and gently place the head of my dick against your soaking pussy. I place your arm across your eyes as I see them fluttering, wanting to open, and hold it there as I thrust into you, filling your cunt with my hard cock.

“Oh, yes,” you groan, “that feels so good.” I continue to thrust in and out for a couple of minutes, allowing the excitement to build in both of us. When I sense you are about ready to explode, I pull out. Your moan is one of unendurable frustration, so close did I come to bringing you off.

“I’m now going to finish licking you off,” I tell you. Changing position to bring my cock within reach of your wonderful hands and (hopefully) mouth, I lower my face to you and resume feasting. As I slip a finger into your dripping pussy, I feel your hand lightly run along my shaft, keeping me hard. I gently nip your clit and you respond by drawing my dripping cock into your lovely mouth, eagerly licking your juices off of me as I slide my wet finger up your ass.

“Ah, yes,” I moan against your pussy. “That’s feels so good.”

You engulf my hard cock within your mouth, sucking me faster and faster, keeping time with my own circling tongue and thrusting fingers, coming ever closer to a powerful orgasm. You release your oral grip on me, your hand stroking me as you scream out your pleasure. “Oh, yes, oh yes, oh yes,” You moan loudly as the waves of your orgasm rush through you.

I pause in my ministrations, withdraw my fingers and tell you to turn over. As you settle into position, I move behind you and briefly place the head of my cock against your wet ass. You shift your weight back toward me, invitingly, but instead I shove my hard dick deep into your pussy, fucking you hard and fast, keeping the waves of orgasm running through you.

A constant stream of “Uh, huh, uh, huh,” is all you can say as I thrust in and out of your dripping snatch. I rub my hands over your ass cheeks and suddenly pause, just the tip of my cock in you, waiting.

“Hmmm,” you murmur,” don’t stop.”

Waiting.

I slap your ass hard as I resume pushing into you, causing you to gasp louder than ever. “Uh, huh. Cum baby, fill me with your hot cum” I continue thrusting, in, out, in out, pause.” Please cum!” Slap and resume, faster and harder, building ever closer. Faster, faster, faster until I can’t take it any more.

“I’m cumming,” I tell you, gasping as you feel the spurts of my cum shooting from my spasming cock. “Hnnn, ” I mutter as I slowly come to a stop. Holding you steady as I rub your ass where I spanked you, soothing your abused muscle, gently rubbing up along your back, calming us both.

You collapse forward as my dick limply slides out, spent and tired. I lay beside you, gently stroking your lovely long hair as we gather our breath, enjoying the peaceful stillness that has returned to our little piece of heaven.

To be continued…

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The flight left the mainland in the midst of storm, the takeoff and following ascent to cruising altitude was bumpy. The man did not ordinarily enjoy such travel but he found that being clutched at by the petite brunette in the seat beside him did alleviate any overt distress.

For her part, the petite brunette woman wasn’t as nervous as she let on but did enjoy his arms around her. She’d also enjoyed the kissing they’d engaged in during the wait for the flight. It had left the man breathless.

Leveling out at cruising altitude the airliner encountered smooth air as it raced towards the sun sinking in the west. Hawaii bound the passengers on the plane were happy to the leave the rain and cold of the mainland behind and had high hopes for the following week in Maui.

After the stewardess’s had passed through the cabin distributing the first round of drinks the cabin lights were dimmed and a movie was started.

The petite brunette mentioned the cabin temperature and drew a blanket over the two of them as they alternately snoozed and watched the movie. He awoke from one of the snoozes with start. A hand was exploring his lap rather intently, touching here, rubbing there. She didn’t seem to notice, her eyes remained fixed on the screen so her hand must have been moving of its own accord. He took a deep breath, conscientiously trying to still his now fully risen excitement. Continued deep breathing exercises and tightly closed eyes had no alleviating effects.

“Are you OK,” she whispered mischievously, her breath warm in his ear. “You’re a little flushed and breathing hard,” she continued as he felt his fly being lowered. “Oh my,” she continued in a low voice as her hand wrapped around his rigidness, “there appears to be a bit of swelling, too!” She stroked him, her hand slowly rubbing up and down, stopping near the head to trace the tip and spread some of the wetness around. “Is this as funny as when I told you I was wet?” her warm breath teased his neck and ear and she enjoyed the shiver that shook his body when her fingers started tracing lazy circles just below the head. “Sensitive there, are you?” and she kissed him when he turned his head to look at her. Mid-kiss the cabin lights came on and the stewardess announced they would be landing in about 45 minutes and offered a free MaiTai to all adults to welcome them to Hawaii. She withdrew her hand and zipped him back up but had the decency to keep their laps covered. “I hope you’re feeling better now,” she said after they had their drinks. After the server had passed she leaned back into him and whispered “I was getting ready to kiss it and make it all better,” she said, squeezing him through his shorts again. She sat back grinning as he closed his eyes and groaned. She leaned back in and whispered, “I think swelling like that is like from a snakebite, I was planning on sucking the poison out to get the swelling down but it seems to have cured itself.” She tentatively explored his lap again kuşadası escort then laughed quietly, her bright blue eyes looking innocently into his. “Its swelling again, I think. Too bad its too late to do anything about it, though”

She was still chuckling (and keeping her hands to herself) as the plane descended and landed.

The light from the full moon sparkled on the ocean’s surface and the twinkling lights from the towns looked like diamonds on black velvet as the plane descended. Other than a few shakes and shudders caused by errant wind gusts the final approach and landing were smooth. He turned to her, his eyebrows arching high, “We’re here!” and kissed her, a brief touching of lips and a hint of tongue offering more in the future. As the plane taxied she gave him her most innocent look when he said, “I’d forgotten what a brutal tease you can be.”

The hustle and bustle of gathering luggage, deplaning, and finding the hotel’s transportation took another half-hour before they were again ensconced on a seat again, kisses interspersed with taking in the nightscape as they drove through the town and sugarcane plantations. The van deposited them and their belongings on a garden pathway which they followed to the front desk.

“Where’s the ocean?” she asked as they waited for the couple in front of them to check in. “I can smell it but after that last turn I think we went away from it.”

“It’ll be fine, if we’re not close enough for you we can change hotels tomorrow,” he said, kissing her forehead. They checked in and after being assured it was the room he had requested they rode the elevator up. Surprisingly there was no making out in the elevator, even though they were alone for the ride up. Simple hand holding sufficed, the unspoken of but highly charged anticipation made them slightly afraid of what would happen if they freed themselves from social restraint too soon.

He led her into the dark room, the faint glow from the digital clock giving just enough light to avoid the furniture. Reaching around a corner he flipped on a light in the bathroom. “Let’s take a shower before we go any further, and you can mull over this being a good idea or not,” he said as he kicked off his sandals, and removed his clothes, disappearing behind the shower curtain. She stood with a stunned expression as she heard the water start. He poked his head out, “Are you coming in?”

She undressed slowly, taken by surprise at his sudden change in attitude. She stepped in and found him rinsing off. He drew her to him and kissed her, their naked bodies touching for the first time in much too long. He broke the kiss and whispered in her ear, “I do, you know.” Her jaw dropped in mute surprise when he stepped out of the shower and she heard him drying off.

“You do … what?”

“Adore you.” And she heard him leave the bathroom. The quick and simple revelation surprised her again. Not the fact of it, she’d known that he, at the very least, adored her, for at least ten years now. She soaped and rinsed and found him dressed in a robe waiting for her. He conscientiously dryed her then led her, confused and naked into the still dark room. Her vision took a few moments to adjust to the darkness but she could tell the blinds had been pulled back from the window and the fragrance of Hawaii told her the sliding glass door had been opened.
He moved behind her and put his hands around her waist and pulled her to him. “Is this close enough?” the warm breath asked in her ear as his lips began exploring her neck. As her eyes adjusted she found herself just inside the door leading to a balcony. Beyond the balcony was ocean, illuminated by the full moon. She could make out the dark mass of Molekini in the distance.

His hands had moved up, cupping her breasts. “Close enough?” he ask again, his tongue lightly tracing the ridge of her ear.

“I think so,” she said, finding herself thwarted as she tried to turn to him. His fingers continued to stroke her breasts, circling lightly, barely touching, then moving in for an unexpected pinch on a rapidly rising nipple. Her breath caught at realization she couldn’t move towards, or away, or anywhere he didn’t want her to. “That’s not fair,” her voice squeaked, “You know what that does to me.”

“Oh, yes, I know. And I think some counterteasing is fair game,” he said. One of his hands had dropped to her belly and was slowly sliding down, gently pushing her thighs apart. As she moved her feet apart, granting him access to her sex, her hands moved behind her and she grasped his cock.

“Nope,” he said, backing away and removing the robes belt. “These little hands need to take a rest, they’re probably tired after playing on the plane all the way over here.” A few quick loops of the terrycloth belt and her hands were safely behind her back. A few more loops and both hands were ensconced mittenlike. When he moved his mouth back to her neck he found her breathing had quickened. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered and she answered by tilting her head to one side, offering him her neck.

He sucked, and nipped, and kissed her neck has his hands moved back to her breasts. Her nipples had hardened fully now, the areola wrinkled and swollen around them. He pinched them a little rougher now, seeming to know just how much pressure to pinch them with. “Do you want me to use my mouth on your nipples,” he asked. She nodded eager acquiescence but was teased, “I would have liked you to use your mouth on the plane, but it just wasn’t to be.”

His hands slid down her belly again, finger tips gently parting her pubic hair. When they finally reached her lower lips his hands parted to stroke her inner thighs. Gently, and oh so close to her wetness, his fingertips moved in lines and circles, gently pinching her and there. “Your right, just touching can be frustrating, can’t it?” She vigorously nodded yes, her mittened hands could feel his hardness as she rubbed futilely at him, she could feel his erection pressed against her back.

“This is so not fair,” she repeated, and felt her knees flex spaghetti like when the middle finger of his right hand parted her lower lips and slid between them, gathering the moisture within and moving it to her clitoris. Once at its destination the fingertip circled softly and she all but collapsed into his encircling arms. “Not fair,” she whimpered as the finger darted away and slid into her. It gathered more moisture and moved back to her nub, rubbing faster now. The variations in her breathing led the fingertip to the bottom of her erect clit. Continued rubbing at that point led to moans, then to gasps and moans, then finally a shudder as the pleasure overwhelmed her and legs totally jellied she allowed herself to be completely supported by him.

As she regained her balance he undid the tie and she turned and wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes tightly closed and face to his chest as she took deep breaths. A few moments later she pulled his head down for a kiss and murmured, “I know you do…”

He turned her towards the bed, he’d pulled it down she noted, and steered her towards it following close behind. He gently pushed her forward onto it and she crawled up on on her hands and knees. His hands tightened on her waist and stopped her, pulling back slightly until knees we at the edge of the mattress. As her head turned she felt his hardness press into the back of her thigh. A slight readjustment and her sex opened for him as he slid into her, his hands looking huge on her tiny waist. Matching moans erupted from them as he entered her fully until her butt was tight against his hips.

She turned her head to give him a little smile and he said, “I dreamed of this since I saw you reaching into your car that one day.” He eased all the way out of her then pressed back in. He repeated, acquiring a rhythm as he thrust into her, then alternated with pushing and pulling her onto his rigidness. He loved the way her breasts swung as she began moving with him. Her arms collapsed when he reached around her leg with his arm and fingered her little nub in time with his strokes. She lay with the side of her face flat on the bed and her arms outstretched, eyes closed. Faster and faster he went as both of their breathes came quicker and quicker.

“I’m getting close again!” she said excitedly as he increased his speed yet again, the tingle of his own impending climax spurring him on. He had both hands on her hips now and watched as she moved one arm underneath herself. A moment later he felt her fingers alternate between fondling his swing balls and rubbing her own clit. A sudden gasp and shiver announced her climax, which in turn triggered his. This time it was his legs struggling to keep him upright as waves of intense pleasure moved through him.

It took a concerted effort for the two to move forward without breaking their joining but at last they lay spooned as their breathing slowed to normal and they drifted off, he was holding her in his arms.

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Before I start, just a few words.

This is my first erotic story, so please excuse me for any grammatical errors (English is not my native language).

So I welcome any criticism, or advice, to the text so that I can correct myself in the future for any new story.

This is just a little fantasy of mine that I had for quite some time and I never tried to write it down, so it’s the time.

Hope you will enjoy it.

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I imagine myself in a large bright room. Sitting in a heavy leather chair. In front of me a white curtain. Suddenly a nice girl enters the room. I’ve known this girl and we’ve known each other for years, since school. Well, this girl is the one I’ve always dreamed of fucking intensely, unfortunately she has always enjoyed just teasing me, sometimes with photos and rarely just telling me about her sexual adventures about her, so ruthless. Oh how many times I have come like an animal thinking of her naked body.

Let’s call her K.

So, K. starts talking and walks around me, slowly, in a painfully sensual way. She teases me for endless minutes. At that point my erection is destroying my pants. With a smiling face She tells me to take off all my clothes and get comfortable for the show … In a few seconds I am completely naked, in front of that beautiful girl with my perfectly erect penis, hard as marble and already dripping with precum, my excitement is over the roof.

I’m dying.

K. begins to walk slowly towards the white curtain and with kuşadası escort a last smile and a wink she disappears telling me: “Enjoy the show, let’s see how long you last”.

One click. A light comes on showing me the beautiful dark shape of her skinny body. She begins to slowly undress and throw her clothes over the curtain in my direction. In the meantime, I am teasing my rock hard member, swollen and purple as I try to resist the strong urge to cum. Luckily I love having long edging sessions so I can handle the situation. The point is, the show has yet to begin.

After about half an hour of her sensually dancing with lots of dirty talk as I slowly masturbate and try to imagine what her naked body is like behind that damn curtain, suddenly someone walks into the room, behind me.

A boy, an old friend of mine. He is her current boyfriend. Let’s call him A.

He walks in front of me, I notice that he is holding ropes in his hands. He says to me, “I see you’re enjoying the show … So, you don’t mind if I tie you to the chair? You know, just to make sure you have your full attention for the second part of the show.” I agree.

After tying his hands and feet to the chair, he goes behind the curtain. I see their silhouettes approaching and starting to kiss passionately as he begins to undress and from there my torture begins …

For over an hour I enjoy the spectacle of their silhouettes fucking passionately a few steps away from me, behind that thick and white curtain, hiding to me all their fun. The sounds of their sex. His grunts. Her moans. Sometimes they both talk dirty and describe their actions just to tease me ruthlessly. The sound of their sweaty bodies when they meet. The tantalizing image of her head, with her hairs tied in a pony tail, going back and forth on his cock. Or his hands and his tongue taking care of her wet pussy. What a fantastic scene, what a tension and what beautiful sounds.

All this, for more than an hour, with me there, tied up with my big cock ready to explode, sore, at the limit, unable to do anything.

At some point, after quite some time fucking with a lot of good positions, she decides to go back to focusing on her boyfriend’s cock. The silhouettes show me their naked bodies facing each other. A. is standing, with his member perfectly erect and clearly dripping precum and her vaginal fluid. She kneeled in front of him, with her gorgeous slim naked body.

At that point K. tells me: “I can only imagine how much you are enjoying this particular show. How much you are suffering from the urge to explode. How much you want to feel my little, light and velvety hand on your hard cock, all while teasing slowly your most sensitive spots for endless minutes. Am I right? I know that you love this, isn’t you? Oh well, so sad that you will just have to watch me doing this to your friend, incapacitated to touch your pulsing cock, so powerless.”

So she starts a nice edging session, all for him. I can see she taking care of his cock, slowly caressing his shaft only with her hands. From time to time she use the tip of her tongue just to teasing his frenulum.

I can tell just from his nice and quiet guttural grunts that he must feel himself in paradise. This take quite some time before the final act.

After all this, when he is nearing the climax, I see her silhouette stand up, spread her arms and tell me: “Get ready now to listen carefully to the grand finale.” Suddenly he turns off the light. In front of me only a wall of white fabric, too thick to see through. Their silhouettes completely disappeared. My heart is in my throat. So I can only yell a “NO!” that was quite a bad denial. So I decide to beg them to show me what happens behind, I want to see so bad.

In seconds, just from the sound, I hear him beating his pussy harder, faster and faster.

Again i really beg to let me see her naked bodies, her pussy destroyed… No response, again.

His orgasm comes closer, blow by blow. From their loud voice sounds I can tell that he is close to explode. And suddenly, obviously near to the orgasm, she just yell: “Oh my I’m so close to erupt like a geyser!”

And so she orgasmed in a cathartic moist sound, like a little fountain, by the sound all against the curtain. Their loud orgasms fill the whole room and my mind.

My cock explodes in a slow but huge cumshot eruption.

Under the curtain, a clear stain of liquid begins to approach my feet, her orgasm continue as he keep to make her squirt non-stop, this time with his hands, I think. What I would not give to see further.

So sadly the show is over and all that’s left is the sound of our three breathless bodies…

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“Two more minutes? Pleease?”

I knew that the arching pose Amy had got herself into was beginning to hurt, but my drawing was going well and I just needed to firm up some of its key details. Amy grunted at me through her clenched teeth, but nodded and held the pose. The window light was wintry and gentle as it shaped her smooth white body into soft highlights and smoky shadows, contrasting with the stretched tension of her torso leading up to her head which was flung back as far as it would go. I tried to draw quickly, but I didn’t want to spoil a good start.

So where are we going, Amy? For our holiday.”

“I’m not telling. You left the arrangements to me, so it’s going to be a surprise. Does it matter to you? It’s not like there’s anywhere in the world we can’t afford to go.”

“I’ll go wherever you want to go, I already said that. I was just curious.”

Amy was being very secretive about the destination for our vacation. All she had told me was that we would have plenty of time to join the mile-high-club on our way there, so I was pretty sure we weren’t going on a cruise. Which was just as well, because I am not a very good sailor, and just the thought of being locked in a floating motel for several weeks while it’s rocking backwards and forwards and up and down was enough to make me feel like throwing up.

“Done.” I said.

Amy slowly unwound herself, then collapsed onto the cushions and changed the subject as she loosened herself up and stretched like a cat..

“Has Greta got a court date for her hearing, yet?”

“Not when I spoke to her this morning, but you and I won’t have to be there, it’s only a preliminary hearing. The charges might get thrown out, anyway.”

“She’ll be disappointed if that happens.”

“You’re not kidding, she’s been görükle escort milking this for all its worth. She told me this morning she’s been approached by some German art book publisher about putting out a big coffee table book on my work.”

“Do you mean a real art publisher, or an ART publisher?” said Amy, giving me a ‘nudge-nudge, wink-wink’ sort of look.

“No, I think they are a real art house. I think the Germans like that sort of thing.”

“They like lots of things, Sam. Not all of them very wholesome.”

“Well, they like my stuff, anyway. And Greta’s just about finished checking the contracts on the poster deal she put together, too. They agreed to that huge advance on royalties, by the way.”

“You can definitely afford this holiday, then”, said Amy.

“WE can afford it. Half those royalties are yours, too.”

“No, Sam. Not this time. I’m happy to split some of the cash with you, when it comes in, and I’m really grateful for it, but I can’t be part of any royalty agreements. No contracts.”

“Why not?”

“Because one day I might not want to be here, and if I can’t leave until we have sorted the finances out, then it will be worse than getting divorced.”

She was right, of course, and although I knew that one day Amy would be just a warm memory, that day could be tomorrow. Or it could be a long way off.

“And before you ask, I’m not planning on leaving here – you – just yet, but I can’t say I won’t ever. And when it’s over, it’s over. OK?”

Facing away from me, Amy flopped backwards on the dais so that her face was closest to me, but upside down. She raised her legs up and over her shoulders, head between her knees, so that her ass was pointing at me, and her face was framed by her upper thighs and her pussy.

“I bursa sınırsız escort bayan think I can hold this for about twenty minutes, if you want it.”

“It’s novel, I’ll give you that, but I definitely want it.”

I had been this close to dozens of naked women in this room before, but with Amy the experience was always fresh and different, because no other model had ever been this uninhibited or creative. But even when you know someone’s body so well, it’s a particularly disconcerting thing to be staring into a woman’s eyes when they are only inches away from her bare pussy. To have her watch your eyes while they look over every inch of her most intimate places. Watching her, drawing her, watching me.

Twenty minutes later I let Amy uncurl and she came behind the easel to look at what I’d done with her very unusual pose. What I had ended up with was a very unusual drawing. I had drawn it as a big close up, to try to focus the viewer’s attention, but there wasn’t one main focal point, there was two. The first thing you noticed was Amy’s gorgeous pussy, top dead centre on the paper, but almost immediately you then catch the eye of the pussy’s owner who is directly below the pussy upside down but looking at you with an almost quizzical expression, as if to say “what are you staring at, then?”. The challenging look on the face completely captures your attention, so that when you look away from her eyes and back again to her pussy, you almost feel guilty, like you should be pretending you hadn’t noticed it. Like to look at anything but her face was disrespectful, and an intrusion on her privacy. It was quite confronting, and even made me feel a little uncomfortable.

“This is a winner.” Said Amy. “This one should go for at least double bursa otele gelen escort bayan your normally inflated rate.”

“Don’t be so greedy.” I said. “I’ll see what Greta thinks.”

“Sam, it’s time you started taking some control of this opportunity you have. Greta is lovely and I really like her, but she doesn’t think big enough. Your talent should be managed by someone who really knows how to exploit it without compromising your integrity.”

“And that someone just happens to be right here, I suppose?”

Amy looked at me, puzzled for a moment.

“You mean me? You think I’m volunteering for that job? Hell, no, Sam. I meant a REAL manager. I have done enough marketing course units to know that you have a unique product, that just happens to be fully tapped into the zeitgeist, and we have no idea yet how much the market could be willing to pay for it. You could be HUGE, Sam, I mean MASSIVE. And if you’re massive in the art world, we’re talking serious dough.”

“I didn’t know you were so mercenary.”

“I’m not, or I would already have talked you into signing a professional services contract with me that would fleece you rotten. And I could get you to do it, you know. If I wanted to.”

“Do I have to be massive?” I asked, hoping that she wouldn’t answer straight away so I had a chance to get back to my favourite subject, which I did. “I’d settle for big right now rather than huge. And as I get older, I think I’d settle for just getting hard every once in a while.”

“It always comes back to your dick, with you men, doesn’t it? You’re so predictable.”

“Yeah, right. If I’m so predictable, what am I thinking about right now?”

Amy sighed and rolled her eyes towards the heavens.

“You’re thinking you want to fuck me, of course.”

I pretended to be amazed. “Wow, how did you know that?

“I’m psychic. But I’m horny, too.”

She flopped back onto the dais cushions, legs wide apart, and her arms stretched out to her sides.

“OK, paint boy, show me MASSIVE.”

“On one condition.”

“Which is?”

“Please don’t call me ‘paint boy’.”

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I quickly backed away from the window and Sandy’s smiling stare. Humility and dread replaced lust and heat in a matter of a second. I pulled my boxers and pants up quickly fearing Sandy would come bounding up the stairs to confront my spying of her. I sat down on the bed and settled down and realized my fear was not to be. My thoughts were mixed as I wondered how I would act and what I or she would say. A splash from the pool caused me to stand and peek out from the side of the window. Sandy was in the pool probably to wash the young boy’s sticky sperm from her crotch and hair. Her bikini lay on the lounge chair. Three times she had stared up at the window as I watched her swim.

I sat back on the bed and wondered not only how she knew I was home, but why she did what she did knowing I was. I ejected the tape from the camera and loaded it into the VCR. I wanted to see if I could find out when she knew I was watching her. The tape showed me panning her tanned body with the camera. The back of her head was facing the window. My dick stirred as the camera zoomed in on the crotch of her bikini revealing small black pubic hairs. There was no way she could have known at this point I was filming her. The tape then showed her turning over and her top falling exposing her white tit and fat nipple as she lay on her stomach. Her face was turned away from me. Soon afterwards Billy had arrived and Sandy fumbled around trying to tie her top back. She had gone into the house to make drinks as I filmed Billy fixing his hair and remembered smiling to myself. Sandy came out and the tape showed her looking directly at me watching her. There! I said in a whisper to myself. That’s where she had seen me and I had missed it filming Billy!

I now watched the tape of her seduction of young Billy looking for anymore signs of her seeing me. Later as she lowered Billy’s bathing suit revealing his oversized cock, her eyes turned up towards my view point and she winked!

“Fuck!” I said allowed. I had missed this because I was stunned at the sight of the boy’s dick. I continued to watch the tape with the volume down as she stroked his thick shaft with two hands while stretching her mouth over the plum sized cock head. I sat mesmerized again as within a minute she began licking his shaft and balls causing the overexcited youth to unleash the first huge spurt of cum spraying her forehead and hair. Quickly she had engulfed his spewing cock as his second blast filled her mouth. This time instead of watching his fat prick, I watched her eyes widen and look up at me as he continued to dump his cum laden balls down her throat. My cock was again rock hard as his knees buckled causing him to sit down.

My cock oozed precum as she nursed his prick back to its full hardness. I removed my pants again and began to stroke myself as Billy positioned his dick to fuck his first piece of ass. This time I watched her. Her pussy was lined with a thin strip of trimmed black hair that contrasted her wet, dark pink lips. Her cunt lips were soon stretched to either side of her crotch as Billy began forcing the fat spit slick head of his dick into her. Her finger nails were digging into his ass as his fat cock sank deeper into her cunt pressing hard onto her extended clit. Within minutes his balls heaved as young cum filled her depths. She continued hunching his impaled cock as her orgasm rocked her body. I lost my second load onto the carpet from my lesser dick as the camera zoomed in on her gaping cum filled hole and then went black.

All I could think was ‘she knew’. The bitch knew the whole time that I was there. Jesus H. Christ. What the fuck was she doing and thinking. I heard the door downstairs open and close and sounds coming from the kitchen. I stood and showered not yet wanting to face Sandy. All I could think was she had watched me through the open window jacking off to her escapades. I finished and put on my swimming trunks thinking she was done at the pool and I could avoid her there. I went down the stairs and got almost to the kitchen when Sandy spoke causing my heart to stop.

“Do you always spy on your wife’s girlfriends?” she asked

I turned around to answer and froze. Sandy was standing in the doorway of her bedroom. She had a towel around her waist and was drying her hair with another smiling at me while her naked breasts swung slightly as she rubbed her hair.

“I got off earlier than expected,” I stammered trying not to stare at her breasts.

“I know. Seems like everyone did,” she said wrapping the towel around her tits. “That Benny is quite a young man, isn’t he?”

“It’s Billy,” I said.

“Oh yeah, I mean Billy,” she giggled. “I can certainly see why your wife hired him to clean her pool,” she said smiling at me. “Kelley will have to call tonight to make sure he comes back to finish the job tomorrow. Yep, I can certainly see why,” she said again lowering her eyes to my crotch as she retreated back into her bedroom.

I filled a small cooler with beer https://bursali.org and headed out to the pool. I continued to chug beer through out the afternoon. Kel arrived home around six and joined me out by the pool along with Sandy. The girls plowed into the vodka and I sat and listened to their small talk relieved that I didn’t have to talk with Sandy one on one. The alcohol flowed and soon a pizza was ordered that would not get eaten that night. Sandy continuously dropped sexual innuendos whenever she could causing her and Kelley to giggle like school girls. Some reference was made to the large pizza I ordered causing Sandy to ask Kelley about Billy.

“Speaking of large, was Billy supposed to do the pool today?” she asked Kelley.

“Yeah, normally he does it on Wednesdays but since it rained yesterday he should have cleaned it today. What’s that have to do with large?” Kelley asked grinning at Sandy.

Any other time, I would relish this type of conversation between two women. I didn’t trust Sandy and had no idea where she was going with this.

“Well, I think he kind of got distracted seeing a half naked woman laying out by the pool today. I guess you’ll have to call and tell him to finish the job tomorrow,” Sandy said.

“You are so bad teasing the young boys,” Kelley said slapping her girlfriend on the knee.

“Me? You’re off on Wednesdays and you haven’t noticed what’s in his shorts?” Sandy asked causing both girls to laugh.

“As much as I would like to listen to you ‘old’ women fantasize about your pool boy, I’m half tight and going to bed,” I announced.

“Awww, jealous? Remember what we always tell you men, size doesn’t matter,” the bitch Sandy said as I sat up to leave.

I literally ran upstairs, turned off the light and sat down by the still opened window. I knew I couldn’t be seen and leaned my right ear as close as possible to the opening. I was sure Kelley had no idea the window from the bedroom was open. I was also sure Sandy knew it was.

“Of course I’ve seen his bulge, but I’ve known him since he was ten and he’s only eighteen now,” Kelley said to Sandy.

“I don’t care how old he is. That’s the biggest dick I’ve ever had,” Sandy said to an opened mouth Kelley.

“Had? You did not. Oh shit, tell me you didn’t,” Kelley said covering her mouth with her hands.

“I couldn’t help myself. I’m pretty sure I was his first piece,” Sandy said as both girls laughed hysterically.

“Girlfriend, he’s inexperienced and cums quick, but that’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. If I lived here, I’d double his pay and get my brains fucked out every Wednesday,” Sandy said.

“You are such a slut,” Kelley said giggling at Sandy.

“For a dick like that you’re damned right I am. Call him before we forget and make sure he comes tomorrow. You should take tomorrow off. We could relive our old days and get kinky,” Sandy said.

“You’re killing me, I can’t do that” Kelley said as she picked up the phone and made her call.

“Come on Kel, take the day off. We could have so much fun. God, remember those three guys we screwed and the one with the big dick? Well, Billy’s got him beat and cums like a hose” Sandy mused.

My heart raced as I listened to the girl’s talk obviously buoyed by the alcohol. What the fuck was Sandy talking about? Three men? When, how, where? We’re a pretty liberal couple but I couldn’t imagine Kelley taking on three guys with Sandy. Hundreds of scenarios played through my mind.

“Oh god. I remember we both couldn’t walk the next day. I can’t believe I called to get the neighbor boy laid,” Kelley said.

“Come on girl. If nothing else we’ll just get drunk and tease the shit out of him,” Sandy coaxed.

“Hmmm, well maybe I get off at lunch. I’ll have to see how the day goes. Right now I need to take my butt to bed,” Kelley said as she sat up to leave.

I quickly got into bed and pretended to sleep. My heart felt like it was beating at 10 times the normal rate. Kelley undressed and slipped into bed reaching for me. She was obviously horny and but I continued to act like I was sleeping. Moments later I listened to her rapid breathing as she masturbated to a quick orgasm. What she was thinking I could only guess.

I awoke the next morning to the sound of Kelley’s shower. I watched as she readied herself for work. I took my place in the shower and finished in time for her to tell me she was going in early due to a lot of work she needed to take care of. I thought different and kissed her goodbye. I then called my car pool and told Roy I was under the weather and didn’t need to be picked up today. I knew Sandy was a late sleeper so I dressed and went out for breakfast to pass the time. I arrived home after 10AM and quietly let myself in. Her downstairs bedroom door was still shut as I slipped upstairs. Around eleven I could hear the water running through the pipes and knew she was showering. My bedroom door was cracked giving me a view bursa escort kız to watch her in the great room and kitchen as she made her breakfast. She had on jean shorts and a light blue bikini top as I watched her morning routine wondering what the fuck was going to happen today.

The phone rang almost causing me to stroke. I looked at the bedroom phone and almost picked it up and thought better of it. I listened to Sandy’s side of the conversation downstairs. It was obviously my wife.

“Oh goody! I’ll make us up some ta ta’s. I’ll see you in just a bit then,” she said as she hung up.

I watched Sandy in the kitchen as she began making daiquiris. She made two pitchers that were at least half rum and fruit juices. Thirty long minutes later, Kelley arrived home. I listened to their conversation. I could tell Kelley was very hesitant about Sandy’s scheme.

“This is so wrong to tease that boy,” she said to Sandy.

“But don’t it make you feel so sexy that young boys still want us,” Sandy replied. “Go get your suit on girl. I made daiquiris. Let’s get some sun.”

We have two walk in closets. I quickly eased into mine and left a crack in the door. Kelley came into the bedroom and began undressing. I watched her as she slipped her bathing suit bottom over her firm ass and blonde crotch. My cock rose as she haltered her 34C breasts and spritzed her chest with body perfume. She pinned her blonde hair up and left the room. I listened from the closet until I knew she was downstairs. I slowly walked to the window and watched as she joined Sandy by the pool directly below my view. Kelley’s bathing suit was a high waisted two piece and Sandy had discarded her jeans revealing the matching blue thong to her top. She had the radio on as I cursed silently only able to catch bits of their conversation. The sun was already hot causing the girls to quickly finish Sandy’s potent drinks. I retrieved my camera and zoomed in on their bodies. With the exception of dark and blonde hair, both girls were very similar in build. Sandy’s tits were slightly larger and fuller than Kelley’s.

The girls were well into their second drink when I took the chance to sneak downstairs and grabbed a six pack of beer. I made my way through the great room and got the beer from the refrigerator and made it to the bottom of the stairs when the door leading out to the pool opened. I froze as Sandy appeared. She closed the door and walked towards the bathroom and caught her breath as she saw me.

“You scared the shit out of me,” she said. “Well, well, aren’t we quite the little voyeur,” she continued as a huge grin spread across her face.

There was nothing I could do or say. I felt like an idiot standing there.

“I also see you’re excited, well, a little excited,” she said staring at hard on in my shorts. “Don’t worry. You’re little secret is safe with me,” she said making her way to the bathroom.

I felt totally humiliated. I’d been caught and mocked at by Sandy’s comment. My humility was also coupled with this new excitement of watching and the appreciation of the power of women. I went back upstairs and looked down as Sandy made her way back to the pool. She looked up and winked at me as she put her sunglasses on and handed Kelley her fresh drink. After watching her make the pitchers earlier, I knew both girls had to be buzzing.

Billy came through the side gate about 15 minutes later. He slowly walked over to where the girls lay. I zoomed in on his face obviously disappointed that Sandy was not alone.

“Hey Billy,” Kelley said.

“Hi Mrs. Haynes,” Billy said sheepishly trying not to look at the girls.

“Billy, have you met Sandy? She’s one of my best friends and is staying with us for a week or so,” Kelley asked.

“We met yesterday. Billy came over to tell me he couldn’t do the pool,” Sandy said.

“Oh, that’s right. You told me last night,” Kelley replied.

Billy began his task of sweeping the pool all the while trying to catch glimpse of the girls. He removed his shirt after awhile and continued vacuuming the pool bottom. Kelley and Sandy were talking in low tones and it was extremely hard to pick up their voices. Kelley stood up and started towards the house. I quickly moved to the door ready to hide if she came upstairs. She went to the bathroom and made fresh drinks including a third one for Billy. She set the drinks on the table by the chairs and Sandy called out to Billy.

“You want to take a break from the heat Billy?” she asked.

“Sure,” Billy replied as he headed toward the women and Sandy’s offering of the frozen concoction.

The boy sat down in the chair facing Kelley and Sandy. He had a great view looking between their legs but was too shy to take the chance. I could make out some of the conversation as they drank their drinks. Sandy was asking him about college plans and such. Billy quickly finished his drink and Sandy got up to make him another. She came bursa anal yapan escort back and sat back in her chair.

“It’s so hot out here isn’t it,” Sandy said to Kelley. I’m starting to get tan lines and I hate tan lines,” she continued. “Billy, you wouldn’t mind if I removed my top would you?” she asked.

Billy just shook his head. My chest thumped wildly as Sandy untied her top freeing her breasts. Billy’s eye’s darted back and forth stealing glances of Sandy’s white tits. He had his arm on his crotch trying to hide his growing bulge.

“Now that’s much better,” Sandy said reaching for the suntan oil.

She began massaging the oil onto her breasts causing her nipples to harden. I watched Billy squirming in his chair as he watched her. Kelley had not spoken a word during this and smiled at Billy.

“Billy, you wouldn’t mind if Mrs. Haynes took her top off too would you?” Sandy asked.

Again Billy could only shake his head. There was a moment of hesitation and I seriously thought Kelley would not remove her top. I was wrong as she sat up and untied her strings. She removed her top revealing to the boy her mature breasts.

“Billy, hand Mrs. Haynes her oil over there,” Sandy said.

Billy stood up not able to conceal his outrageous hard on as he brought Kelley her suntan oil. Kelley looked at Sandy and mouth what look to be the words ‘oh fuck’ as Billy sat back down in his chair. Sandy said something I couldn’t make out causing her and Kelley to stand up. They removed the cushions from their lounge chairs and placed them side by side on the pool deck. They put their beach towels on the cushions and reclined back on their elbows. I stroked my aching cock through my shorts as I tried to steady the camera.

“Come join us and relax Billy,” Sandy said patting the cushion between her and Kelley.

Slowly Billy rose and went towards the girls. His young cock was now at full attention and stretching the front of his shorts. Billy sat back between the two vixens as Sandy reached for her oil.

“Let’s put some oil on you Billy before you burn,” she said

Billy lay back as Sandy squirted a generous amount of Hawaiian Tropic onto his chest. She began rubbing the oil into his chest and asked Kelley to help her. Both women now began massaging oil onto the lucky boy. She squirted oil on both legs as each worked their way up from his ankles to his thighs. Sandy was smiling wickedly at Kelley as her hand made its way up the inside of his shorts and onto his balls. Kelley’s hand followed on his opposite thigh.

“Let’s get an all over tan,” Sandy said as she removed her hands from Billy and began tugging down his swimming trunks.

Billy lifted his ass as she slid the trunks down. His thick cock filled the camera view finder as Sandy removed his suit.

“Can you believe that Billy said he doesn’t have a girlfriend?” Sandy said to an opened mouth Kelley. “I told him with what he’s got he could have any woman,” Sandy continued as she grabbed his dick with her oil slick hand.

“Oh my, that’s a nice dick Billy,” my wife finally spoke. “Real nice,” she said watching Sandy’s hand long stroking his cock.

“Billy, have you ever thought about fucking Mrs. Haynes?” Sandy said.

“Ye yes,” Billy stammered.

“Do you want her Billy?” Sandy asked.

“God yes,” Billy said.

“Have you ever gone down on a woman before Billy?” Sandy said as Kelley’s hand began helping Sandy’s.

Billy just shook his head no.

“Mrs. Haynes wants you to eat her Billy, don’t you?” she said.

Kelley lifted her ass and removed her bottoms exposing her blonde trimmed bush. She placed her knees on either side of Billy’s head and slowly lowered her sex to his face. She eased further down as her pussy spread out over the boy’s mouth and leaned down taking Billy’s massive cock head into her mouth. Sandy continued stroking his cock and rubbing his balls as Kelley ground her crotch onto his face. Billy’s muffled groans grew louder as the girls worked his young cock over.

“He’s about to cum,” Sandy said.

Kelley removed her stretched mouth from his cock and squeezed his cock hard just under the head. His balls heaved yet couldn’t release his spunk. After his spasms subsided, Kelley began working her crotch faster onto the boy’s face.

“That’s good Billy. Lick me. Now my ass. Lick me. Oh yes. Oh yes. I’m cumming Billy. I’m cumming,” Kelley moaned as she pushed her cunt deeper onto his face.

Her orgasm was loud and long. She finished and finally lifted one knee up and lifted herself from his face. Billy was completely soaked from her juices as Sandy removed her bottoms. She traded places with Kelley and lowered her dark haired cunt onto his face. Again the girls licked and stroked Billy’s fat cock as Sandy took her pleasure on his face. Billy held out longer this time and Sandy flooded his face with her juices as she ground out her orgasm. Sandy lifted her crotch from his face and joined Kelley at his crotch. Again Billy neared orgasm only to be stopped by the squeezing under his cock head.

“Billy, tell Mrs. Haynes how much you want her pussy. Tell her Billy and she’ll let you cum,” Sandy said as she stroked his cock.

“I want to fuck you,” Billy said gaining confidence.

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Last summer I was on a train. It was already late and there were no other passengers. I was reading a paper, when the train stopped and a young woman got in. She sat down in front of me.

She stared out of the window, which gave me the opportunity to peek at her from behind my paper. She had a beautiful face, with radiant eyes, a small nose and full sensual lips, made for kissing and for a lot more…

She was voluptuously built and wore a low-cut tight little top that showed a pair of magnificent breasts, with erect nipples standing out against the fabric. No bra for sure!

When I lowered my gaze I saw two shapely, slender legs under a very short miniskirt.

Still staring out of the window she pulled one leg up, put her foot on the seat and leaned with her forearm on her knee.

What she apparently did not notice was that her skirt had slid up, so that I had a free and full view of her crotch and, oh my, she wore no panties!

I saw a lovely shaved pussy with nice fleshy lips, made to be kissed and for a lot more…

I got a dry throat and my heart missed a beat. I was so perplexed that I put my paper down and could nothing do but stare bursa escort at her like mesmerized.

Then she looked back at me and smiled with dimples in her cheeks. The sweetest smile I ever saw. A little embarrassed I smiled back. After a while however her eyes got wide. She swallowed and licked her lips, staring at me with her mouth half open.

Then I realized that she was not looking at my face, but at a lower part of my body. She was still smiling, but differently, with secret amusement. I followed her eyes down my body and… oh, dear me!

In my haste to catch the train I had apparently forgotten to zip my fly up. My penis peeped outside my pants, growing bigger and bigger with little spasms, until it stand proudly upright, in full splendour, like a totem pole.

What should I do? Putting it back, zipping up and saying “sorry” would be ridiculous. The woman was visibly pleased with what she saw, which I could understand, as my organ is a beautiful specimen, if I may say so.

Big and smooth, tanned in summer, like the rest of me, because I always sunbathe in the nude. It would be cruel to disappoint her by hiding the object of my pride bursa üniversiteli escort and her admiration behind something like a zipper.

So I acted as if nothing was out of the ordinary and just smiled at her.

She, on her part, looked me in the eyes with a longing look.

Then she lowered her hand and touched her pussy with a finger. After that she showed me her finger. It was dripping wet. She looked at my penis again, reached over, touched my penis and stroke it with her wet finger softly along the shaft.

It was enough to set me completely on fire. I trembled with excitement and on the tip of my penis a clear little drop of pleasure fluid formed, like a dew drop on a flower bud, that slowly trickled down.

With an eager expression she suddenly bent over and licked it up with her tongue. “Mmm,” she said, tasting it with visible delight. I exploded almost.

Looking up at me she smiled again and put her lips around the head of my penis, exploring it with her tongue.

I moaned and groaned and my heart was thumping against my breastbone. Meanwhile she got my balls out of my karacabey escort trousers and played with them, fondling them softly.

Slowly she lowered her head and took my penis deep in her mouth. And then she began to suck me off: up, down, up, down, with slurping and sucking sounds.

Her tongue fluttered around and around and made me almost crazy with desire.

Nervously my hand sought her pussy. It was all juice. My finger found her vagina and went inside, and out, and in, out and in.

She trembled and moaned, sucking faster and faster. Soon my finger got at her swollen clit and I tickled it. She let go of my penis, cried out and came immediately, time after time, in an almost endless tidal wave of orgasms.

Then she took my penis in her mouth again, as deep as possible. At that point I could not hold out any more and with an explosion of pleasure my pulsing penis squirted its cream deep into her throat.

When it was over she took my face between her hands and gave me a deep French kiss, sharing the semen with me, a wonderful act of intimacy.

All of a sudden the train stopped. She stood up, smoothed her skirt, blew me a kiss and got off the train, leaving me behind, bewildered and dazed, with only her body perfume as a lingering sign of her presence.

I never saw her again, except in some of my wet dreams.

Who was she and where is she?

I’m looking desperately for her ever since.

Could it have been YOU?

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The first thing I remember from Friday morning is noticing the smell of breakfast being cooked. Wait, that’s not right. I faintly remember feeling you rouse, pull the blankets away, fold my boxer briefs down so you could kiss the head of my cock, then gently place it back in my underwear and pat it lightly a couple times. Then you tucked me back in and silently slipped into the bathroom. Calling you a good girl is an understatement.

Breakfast is just being finished as I emerge from the bedroom. I have to rub my eyes at first to believe what I’m seeing: fresh squeezed OJ and a yogurt parfait already on the table, and an omelet just being finished up and slid onto the plate by my own personal chef. A chef who’s wearing an apron, backless lace panties that allow a brief peek of her black rose-petal-like stretching plug and a chefs hat, and that’s it. I’m greeted with a bubbly “Good morning!”

“This,” I say, drawing an imaginary circle in the air around both the table and you with my finger “is impressive.” Your smile grows wider.

“Thank you Daddy! You deserve it!” As you pull out my seat, you take a step back and remove the apron, standing silently and staring expectantly. “So how is it?” you ask, giving a little bouncy hop and a giggle.

I make you wait on purpose as I sample everything, slowly trying one and then a second spoonful of parfait. I make weird faces as if I’m mulling it over. I try a bite of omelette and nod my head. “It,” I say grabbing your ass and pulling you to me “is as good as you are. And that’s pretty fucking good.” I get a big smile from you as you lean down and kiss me, long and deep, tongues darting as I feel a wave of goosebumps ripple across your skin. “Now join me.”

“Yes Daddy,” you say, walking over to the other side of the table where your place is set. Pulling the chair away from the table, you pick up the nightie you’d laid there earlier. “May I put this on?”

“No, you may not,” I reply. “If it’s too cold you can turn the heat up. The view from this side of the table is far too good for you to ruin it with clothing.” Instead, you lay the nightie over the back of one of the unused chairs. As you take your place at the table, I notice how small your portion size is and it makes me realize just how committed you are to the fantasy we find ourselves in.

Months ago, we had an honest and open discussion about how to prepare for an extended period in which your ass would be used or filled nearly constantly. We talked about fasting, portion sizes, what to eat, when do to enemas, and anything else we knew or could learn about how you could keep you ass open, available, and healthy through multiple days of continuous use. You even figured out that taking osphena would help with skin elasticity. Intermittent fasting is a big part of your plan. It’s a detail that’s not lost on me.

There’s an obvious, pervasive sexual tension hanging in the air this morning. Each bite of your fruit is licked and flicked with the end of your tongue, making me wish it was one of my body parts you were lavishing your oral attention upon. At one point you quite deliberately spill a dollop of cherry yogurt onto your pert left breast, then let a second spoonful fall onto the right one creating a matching mess. “Oopsie!”, you interject innocently as you rise from the table and saunter towards me with slow, purposefully placed steps. Leaning in with your bare chest only inches from me you stand motionless with eyes pointed toward the ceiling, batting your eyelashes expectantly.

“I’m so clumsy. Would you help me clean up, Daddy?” I flash a side-eyed look as if to prove that I know what you’re up to and I blot my lips with my napkin. Those same lips then lunge for your tits, animalistic in their intensity, alternately suckling on your nipple and licking up and down your curves until your perfect left boob is fully clean. I then turn my attention to the right one, swirling circles around the areola, pausing briefly to playfully nibble at your erect nipples, finishing only when I’m satisfied with your heightened level of arousal. A cooing sigh follows my final move: blowing lightly on each of your immaculate, handful-sized breasts to make even more goosebumps raise across your chest. You walk back to your seat with the same deliberate bearing, exposed butt swaying to and fro. Neither of us speaks, but the tension in the air has at least doubled.

A few minutes later, I finish and you jump up obediently to clear my plate. Without asking, you reappear from the kitchen with a fresh glass of orange juice and ask me if there’s anything else I’d like. I push my chair away from the table and move close enough to kiss your neck, slowly tracing a path from your collar bone up to your ear. “There sure is,” I whisper.

I wrap my right arm around your side and move my fingers up your spine. A shiver rocks your shoulders as I trace a path up the back of your neck, scraping the tips of my fingernails along the base of your scalp, fingers interlaced in your hair. In one move escort bursa I grab you by the back of the head tightly, swivel you around, and bend you over table. “Grab the sides” I order. My boxers fall to the ground as you feel a hand grasp the plug and start removing it. This particular plug is an impressive two inches wide at its most voluminous point, with three petal-like protrusions you have to pinch together to insert. Once in, they strain to reopen themselves, constantly dilating your most private of places.

The petals of the stretching end begin to appear as your grip releases. I take my time, letting it slip back in and then pulling nearly all the way out in order to give myself just long enough to get rock hard. As I fuck you with the toy you repeat a mantra, emoting differently with each repetition: “Oooohh, Daddy! Oooooh, Daaaaah-deeee!” It doesn’t take long until you feel the ends of the petals spring fully open as the plug exits you. I set it on the table and plunge my manhood into your warm, familiar rear entrance, using only the lube that was already inside you.

“Oh, oh, ahhhh, Daddy! Go in my pussy first! Please lube up in my pussy!” you beg. In one hands-free motion, I pull all the way out and let the head of my cock dip down just a little, then dive into your pussy. You’re so drenched, a single stroke is all it takes. I pull directly back out and bury myself in your ass once again, never changing rhythm. The sounds you make are deep, guttural expressions of satisfaction and implore me to do it again. I continue to pull out, switch holes, stuff myself nearly balls-deep, and repeat without breaking my stride. Eventually after a dozen or so switches, I pause just above your now gaping elastic ring as I grab both shoulders and force my full weight forward, pushing until I feel the grip of your anus resting against the base of my cock, squeezing me in delight. “Gaaaahhh! So deep!” you exclaim, never telling me to stop but making it obvious how intensely I’m stretching you out.

I pull your body with me me as I take the two steps back to my chair and guide you down so you’re sitting on my lap with your back towards me, hands on the edge of the table. “Now fuck me until you cum,” I command.

You hold your legs together and place your hands on my knees, bouncing your ass up and down in my lap, working the depths of your backside with my cock. You look almost dainty and proper half-bent over with your legs held shut, but all I have to do is look down at that beautiful round bottom and see my swollen manhood framed between the two sides of your backless panties to be reminded of the slut you truly are.

“You feel so damn good. My perfect, petite little slut!” I whisper as you bounce higher and higher, egged on by my encouragement and praise, pushing even deeper as your cheeks rhythmically smack against my crotch. “It’s such a turn-on to know everyone sees you as a reserved, intelligent professional woman when you’re such a kinky whore behind closed doors. Nothing turns me on more than how you use that ass to serve and please me!!”

“God, Daddy, I could cum already! May I cum? Please? Please??” you beg.

I wanted to make you hold off until I was ready but you’ve been so, so good I throw caution to the wind. “Squeeze that cock with your shithole as you cum. Get those fingers in your pussy and cum! Hard!” I feel the packed fullness of three fingers diving into your frontside, instantly unleashing the clenches and spasms of a whole-body anal orgasm. Screams of passion bounce off the walls as you violently jump up and down, briefly letting your feet leave the ground at the highest point before your weight and your convulsing rectum slams back down on me. I suddenly feel an orgasm boiling up inside as you howl loud enough for your neighbors to hear “fill me up Daddy! Fill my ass up!”

Grabbing your hips as I begin to ejaculate I hold you firmly down against my lap, depositing my seed as deeply as I can. The feeling of your ass grinding on me as your fingers furiously penetrate your dripping pussy is as if you’re trying to jack me off from inside as I cum. The caress of your fingers through your most private of areas makes me explode even harder than last night. I bite your neck hard, growling as the final drips dribble from the tip of my cock deep into your insides, arms wrapped around you pressing your back against me. You stay in my lap as I finish, grinding a little more from side to side as the final waves of your own orgasm fade.

As you start to rise I feel you clench as tightly as you can. As soon as I pop out you scurry to the bedroom and return with a medium-sized black tapered plug and hand it to me without saying a word. I hold it out as you turn around and nestle your butt down on it letting it slide in easily. Then you turn back to face me and mount my leg, sitting down to assure me the toy is firmly in place as you kiss me deeply while you play with my spent cock.

Just as you did the night before you fall to your knees and meticulously bursa otele gelen escort clean me, slurping my shaft with long strokes of your tongue and then taking the whole half-hard implement of your sodomy in your mouth, enthusiastically milking every last drop of cum out and swallowing it. When you’re satisfied with your work, you finally lean back on your haunches and look up at me. “I really need to get ready for work.”

A few minutes later as you’re laying out your clothes in the bedroom, I slip behind you and surprise you with gift – a small, lightweight square box. Opening it reveals a very special bra and panties set. The panties are black and have “anal only” written across the ass in white block lettering. The bra is white, unpadded, and made of lace with “slut” embroidered in black on the right cup and “whore” on the left. You discard the underthings you were going to wear and try them on. A perfect fit! The only problem is that you were planning on wearing a white blouse to work today. I have you put it on anyway and take a picture as you hold the bottom tight so it stretches tight across your tits. The words “slut whore” are clearly visible through the shirt. “Guess I’m wearing a different shirt today.”