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“Em, I mean, I know they’re your friends and all, but I really don’t want to go. I’ll stick out like a sore thumb. I’m not part of their social strata. They must be considering excommunicating you from their Backdoor Betty club because of me.”

She’d told Chris about the New Year’s Eve party her friends were throwing, and even though he’d agreed to it earlier on without voicing protestations, now that it was the day of was trying to beg off, hoping he could persuade her otherwise.

“What do you mean? They’re not like that… well, not all of them, You know a few of them anyway, Jill, Sarah, Sadie. It’s not like they don’t know we’ve been seeing each other. They want us to come. It’ll be fun. Besides, I want to show you off.” She arched up on her tippy toes, kissing him as she mussed his shaggy brown hair with her hand.

“Yeah, I know who they are but I wouldn’t exactly say I actually know them. You think I haven’t seen them giving me looks when we’re together at school? They think you could do a lot better than me and you know it. I don’t much care for the idea of them sizing me up and cutting me down, talking behind my back the whole time we’re there. Doesn’t sound like much fun. Let’s just skip it and have Melissa and Matt come by earlier.”

It hadn’t occurred to her that he’d picked up on how conceited some of her friends could be. Whenever she and Chris went out it had always just been the two of them. Her world among the other Backdoor Betty’s at school had never overlapped into hers and his, and she was fine with that. It hadn’t been deliberate, and certainly not out of any sense of embarrassment over dating Chris. It’s just how it was.

She hated to admit it, but Chris was correct in his assumptions about one of them, Jill, who actually did tell her that she could do better. Although she’d never heard any of the others make a disparaging remark about him. In fact she knew a couple of them thought Chris was cute and that they made a good couple.

Out of her Backdoor Betty clique, she was closest with Sadie. She’d told her about what had happened between her and Adam, but had told her shortly after it had happened, that is, before she’d started feeling guilty for going behind Chris’ back, and had only done so to brag. That’s just how it went when you were part of their clique, and she knew word would get around among the others how she’d had been with a college guy, and a very hung black college guy at that.

Later, she’d also told Sadie about the threesome she’d had with Chris and Matt. By then she was already aware that the other Backdoor Betty’s were envious, and would be looking to outdo her somehow and raise the stakes. But her feelings of guilt coupled with her feelings for Chris ended up overshadowing her newfound sense of butt slut status among them.

“Okay, look. There is something more to it,” Chris said, leveling with her. “I’m guessing they all know about you and Adam, right. And so now I’d feel like a fool in front of them. Like, I’m the one you stepped out on for the bigger, better deal, and I’m what you’re stuck with after. And yes, I know it’s not really like that, and that there’s more to it, but being judged by your friends isn’t going to make it seem that way, you know? When I first asked you out I was sure you’d turn me down because I know I’m not cool, or one of the jocks… you have to admit, that’s who usually scores with the Backdoor Betty’s. And I know you’re not like them and everything, but Em, it’s just not my scene. Come on, Matt’s gonna bring some killer reefer, we can go bowling or just watch movies, and maybe, like you suggested, it could all lead to something else,” he said trying to convince her, giving her little rump a squeeze.

“Either way, I’ve made up my mind and I’m not going. But I know they’re your friends and appearances are important, so you go, then text me when you’re leaving, then Matt, Melissa and I will meet you back at your mom’s.”

“I guess I understand,” she conceded. I hadn’t thought about it from your perspective. You won’t be mad if I go?”

Matt shook his head no. She kissed him again, saying that he, Melissa, Matt could just hang out at her mom’s while she was gone, promising him she’d only stay a short while. She’d find some excuse to tell them why you hadn’t come along.

And so that’s how things went. Her mom would be out all night, she was attending a party with her business partner, William. So when she left around five in the evening, she texted Chris, who then texted Matt who then picked up he and Melissa, and the three of them arrived not long after. She’d told them she’d be back soon as Chris was accessing the video file of the threesome they’d had. Melissa wanted to see it.

“If you guys are gonna smoke go out in the garage and blow it out the back door.” She then turned to Melissa. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” she playfully remarked, then left.

Jill’s parents house was packed when she got there. Upon entering the big house the club dance music was thumping loudly throughout. Lots of older college guy, she immediately noticed, figuring that by later on in the evening she knew of at least ten senior girls here who, being part of her clique, would be applying butt lube for one or more of them. She schmoozed with her friends and talked to a few people she hadn’t in a long time even though the music was so loud she could barely hear herself speak.

It was fun, yet she found herself keeping an eye on the time. Maybe Chris had more of a point than she’d been willing to admit. Not only wasn’t this scene for him, she realized it really wasn’t for her anymore, either. The overall tone and mood of the environment was geared towards hooking up and she was glad Chris hadn’t come along. Not that she had any intention of cheating, but that he’d been correct when he said he wouldn’t fit in among her crowd. Nevertheless, it was sort of fun watching everyone either hooking up with someone or hoping to. But she didn’t want that anymore, she had Chris. She was about to take her leave when she bumped into Sadie.

“Hey girl, you know those three hot college guys from U of M we were flirting with a little bit ago? Jill said after you left they told her they really wanted you to go into one of the bedrooms and do ATM shots with them. You should go for it! They’re cute.”

“What? ATM shots? I don’t drink. Shots of what?” Emily asked, her voice barely registering through the din of the loud club music.

Sadie put on a sexy expression. “Cum, baby! Ass to mouth cum shots. Jizz, splooge, sperm, baby batter! What else do you think they meant. I’m pretty sure Jill let them in on your not so secret secret that you really have a thing for it.”

“I wasn’t flirting with them,” she told her, silently thanking Jill for attempting to sabotage her relationship with Chris, yet realizing she herself was ultimately to blame for bragging to Sadie.

“Honey, this is a Backdoor Betty party, you’re currently numero uno on the hottie list after your recent sexcapades, and you were talking with them and laughing at their jokes, were you not?. Even if you say you weren’t flirting, they certainly thought you were. They’re around here somewhere, looking for you, I think.”

“Well, they’ll have to find another taker. I need to get going. Chris, Matt and my friend, Melissa, are waiting for me. Do you know where Jill’s at? I want to talk to her quick before I go.” She was somewhat annoyed that, unbeknownst to her, Jill had basically tried to set her up with those guys, and wanted to tell her that she was serious about Chris, and that going forward she’d rather she didn’t make it sound as though she were available.

Sadie’s eyes lit up. “Oh, no need to partake here since you’ve got your own private stock, eh? And they laughed as Sadie told her she was pretty sure she’d seen Jill go downstairs.

As she carefully maneuvered between all of the people standing in small clusters talking and dancing in the spacious, dimly lit living room, she felt her ass groped twice. She’d finally reached the stairs leading to the basement and made her way down among those scattered about sitting and talking. Still no sign of Jill.

The house was big, so she ventured around a corner at the bottom, then another, and then down a long hallway. Being familiar with the layout she remembered there were three rooms and a bathroom at the end. The door on the right had been left ajar and inside was her friend, Sarah, who was busy getting ready to start a round of cum shots with the three college guys, plus one, that Sadie had mentioned earlier.

She was kneeling with the back of her jeans slid down, bare-assed, as they stood around her. She had one cock in her mouth and one in each hand. The fourth was lubricating his large erection, preparing to be the first to sodomize her prior to serving her his cum shot. As Emily stood and watched them a moment before moving along there was no denying she felt a twinge of jealousy. Those are my ATM cum shots! …a greedy voice from her libido shouted at her. She suppressed a giggle as she shook it off and continued searching for Jill.

Out of the remaining two rooms, one was closed with the obvious sounds of sex emanating from within. Were Jill inside, she’d have to wait to talk to her some other time. The third room was empty.

She then tried the other direction of the hallway, and as she was getting close to passing a closed door, it suddenly opened, and another member of her clique, Wendy, started out as she was bringing her jeans back up, then paused, turning her attention back to some guy’s voice from inside the room saying something to her. Wendy was skinny and had a pert, well toned ass.

The overhead light in the hall caught and reflected off of the shiny, telltale smears of lubricant along the lower part of her butt crack. Inside Emily could see two older college guys wiping their equipment with towels and pulling their jeans back up.

When Wendy turned back around she gave Emily an embarrassed grin. A long streak of clumpy semen that had missed her mouth when one of them had fed her his cum shot clung to the side of her face from the corner of her mouth back to her ear. Emily had to resist the urge to scoop it off and suck it from her finger. She knew she had to get out of here and get back home. The mood of the party had made her horny, and she wanted to do something tonight she’d been fantasizing about ever since setting Melissa up with Matt.

She pulled into the garage and brought the overhead door down. When she stepped inside the basement her pulse quickened as she saw Melissa standing aside the couch arm with sweatpants pulled down, moaning in pleasure, her soft bare butt taking Matt’s huge cock as Chris held the camera overhead, capturing a top-down POV of the action. Again, now you see it, now you don’t. It were as though the scenario were heaven sent as it coincided perfectly with what she’d been eager to do.

She approached them, giving a little wave, then removed her glasses, and slowly knelt down on the carpet next to Matt and Melissa’s legs so that her face was parallel with and only inches away from Melissa’s well fucked ass, allowing her inadmissible lust for the disgustingly verboten thing she was about to do override any sensible reluctance.

She placed her left hand on Melissa’s right ass cheek and wrapped her right arm under Melissa’s bent waist, bringing her hand up so that it cupped her left ass cheek. Her small yet plump ass felt wonderful to hold. Chris immediately knew what Emily was going to do and quickly re-positioned the camera to capture it up close.

He must’ve been buttfucking her a good long time already, Emily surmised. Matt’s ridiculously big penis was completely covered in thick, glossy smears of Melissa’s yellow’ish white buttgasm slime. Not surprising, as she knew from her experience with him that it was impossible for a girl to not buttgasm from having such a large penis jammed up her backside by a guy who really knew how to use it. Emily brought her face in even closer so that she was face cheek to butt cheek with Melissa, with Matt’s big cock plunging deeply in and out directly in front of her eyes.

“Do you like that, Emily?” Matt asked her. She turned her eyes up to meet his gaze, nodding. “Yeah, it makes me horny, and hungry,” she added. From behind the camera Chris asked her if she’d like to taste Melissa’s butthole on Matt’s cock. Yes, please, she answered submissively, moving her mouth in, licking and sucking at the greasy thick shaft as it plunged in and out of Melissa’s butthole.

Matt stopped thrusting, leaving his greasy dong stuffed halfway into Melissa’s butt crack. He motioned down to Emily. “Go ahead, you can take it,” and Emily wrapped her little hand around the base, pulled it from Melissa’s pink gaping hole and brought the filthy head to her mouth, wrapping her lips around it, sucking the goobery froth from it and swallowing it before forcing as much of the glans into her small mouth as would fit, sucking deeply and making yummy sounds before returning the head to her butt crack for Matt to resume sodomizing her.

Melissa buttgasmed a second time. After, he then alternated between Melissa’s anus and Emily’s mouth, burying it fully into one before probing the throat of the other. Emily took his hand and placed it around the back of her head so he could better force more of it into her mouth, her small cheeks expanding out comically as he did.

Matt told Emily he had an extra surprise for her, and she looked up to him in anticipation. He’d saved up a week’s worth of semen for their get together tonight. He hadn’t come in a week. Her eyes lit up as she beamed, clapping her hands together in a perversely childlike manner.

She spread Melissa’s butt cheeks as he rammed in and out, building to his climax before pulling out and spurting what seemed like a full pint of hot, thick sperm into her mouth. She gulped the heaping mouthful down as Chris zoomed the aim of the camera to her neck as she did, capturing her throat muscles swallowing the large mass of semen, sending it down into her tummy. Emily rested her face on Melissa’s ass cheek, eyes closed, smiling.

They cleaned up, then ordered pizza. Melissa, Matt and Chris had the munchies, and ended up ordering more than they’d be capable of putting away. They watched movies as they ate, talking and joking around, all the while knowing the night still promised more backdoor naughtiness.

Melissa then shyly told them she wanted to perform the esoteric act with Emily and Chris that Emily had done with her and Matt. She had a suggestion, though. Instead of Chris pulling out and ejaculating directly into her mouth, why not fill Emily’s ass with it, and then she could fart it out into her mouth?

And so they did. After pumping his cream into her cavity, Melissa, who was already kneeling, positioned herself directly behind Emily’s ass, crouching down a bit further so her waiting mouth was flush with her gaping anus. Emily told her that there would be plenty as Chris always delivered a good, thick load, then farted out large, oozing ropes and globs of his semen into Melissa’s mouth, filling it entirely before she gave it a home in her belly. The clock struck midnight shortly after.

Later in her bed, Chris went down on Emily, proper, for the first time, and she climaxed. Chris had started growing a beard that winter, and when he finished it looked like a glazed donut from her vaginal juices.

While she was still on her back recovering from her orgasm, he mounted her in the traditional missionary way. She guided him to her anus then spread her little cheeks and he slowly sank into her, his arms under her upper back and shoulder, cradling the sides of her blonde head with his hands as they looked into one another’s eyes the entire time.

“I love you, Emily,” he whispered to her for the first time. Her heart melted, and she told him she loved him too, then kissed him. They climaxed together, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as he thrust in and out of her bottom. They fell asleep cuddled up together.

The holidays were over, and as the whirlwind lust of their events were now fond memories, life settled back into its usual pacing and routine over the following month. Not long after, Matt suffered an accident. He’d started a new warehouse job, had tripped over a forklift and broken his ankle. Nothing major, but would be in a cast boot for a month.

He was very disappointed that he wouldn’t be flying out to Oregon with his parents to visit his older sister. The two were close, and he hadn’t seen her in almost a year. When Melissa, who had returned to her college dorm life, heard of his accident, she planned to drive the sixty odd miles back home that coming weekend to be with him, tending to his needs since his folks would be away. Emily told her to text her when she arrived that Friday night. She wanted her and Chris to come along to help cheer him up.

However, when Friday came, the annoying cold that Chris had suffered through the week now appeared to be the flu, and he didn’t feel well enough to do anything but sleep around the clock. Besides, he said, he didn’t want any of them to catch it. Bad enough that Matt was laid up with a bum wheel, he didn’t need an illness on top of it. Melissa had texted Emily, saying she’d be there to pick her up shortly. Emily called Chris one last time just to see if maybe there’d been any improvement.

“No, Em. I’m not going anywhere. The fever broke, so I feel better than I did yesterday, but still not the greatest. I’ll go visit the clumsy lunkhead next week after I’m over this and aren’t contagious anymore.”

He knew she was disappointed. Earlier she’d told him she was hoping the four of them could play together again. They hadn’t made it since last weekend and she was more than ready for action, hoping for another group session.

“You know, Em… I’m alright with you and Melissa, you know, being with Matt since I can’t be there. He’ll love it. Record some of it for me with your phone and send it to me. Then I’ll be there in spirit anyway,” and the two shared a laugh.

She wasn’t sure what to say. God knows her rump was so ready for it that “horny” didn’t even begin to cover it.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me having another play-date with my well endowed butt buddy?” she teasingly asked, although there was a thoughtful sincerity in it he picked up on. He knew the butt slut side of herself would love being sodomized by Matt again. Even being under the weather and groggy from sleep, coupled with over the counter flu aids, he could detect it registering in her voice.

It was the emotional side of her that was firmly connected with him alone that felt disinclination. Her heart wanted one thing, her butt, another. And he didn’t really mind since it was Matt. Her heart was true blue and he knew he’d marry her someday.

The poor girl was caught in a tug-of-war between wanting to be faithful to him, and wanting to give in to her powerful desire to be buttfucked by Matt’s big dick. And since he’d been the one to steer her to Matt to begin with, and since even if he weren’t sick with the flu and would be going along with them tonight she’d likely take him in her ass again anyway…

“You tell him to give it to that sweet little ass of yours with everything he’s got, Em. Your butt really wants it, needs his big dick, doesn’t it?”

There was a long pause before she confessed in an earnest, hushed tone. “Yes.” She fell silent again, feeling ashamed for admitting it to him before continuing.

“I just feel like… I don’t know, as much as I want that, we’re about at the time when it needs to come to an end, and it’ll just be us. I mean, I know there are plenty of couples who have open relationships, and if it turns out we’re better off because of it… I don’t know. I guess part of me doesn’t want that anymore.”

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Chapter One

The ocean waves danced in a slow, soothing rhythm. There were no less than fifteen people scattered on the private beach of Grayson’s holiday resort. Gusts of warm wind rushed through Robin’s shoulder length, honey brown curls and caressed his golden tan skin. The afternoon sun grew intense, releasing light perspiration. The sound of rustling palm tree leaves and crashing waves added to the spirit of relaxation. His thoughts strayed, tossed out there somewhere in the sparkling waters. Two people surfed in the distance. He used his old camera to capture colorful frames of the coast.

A glimpse of a brilliant rainbow fading behind a lighthouse piqued his interest. He kicked a heap of sand in a rush to stand at a better angle. About twenty clicks were enough photographs to grace a piling collection. Being a photographer for more than twelve years, he knew taking hundreds of frames a day was all it took to find the one. There were several places on the coast of Mena Lagoon, a private beach overlooking the Mena islands.

“Rob! Get back here. It’s time to go,” his friend Kevin called. He had long, mopey black hair. He liked to wear rock band tshirt, skinny jeans, and converse sneakers. Standing at the edge of the walkway, he signaled Robin to come over.

Robin had lost track of time ambling and taking clicks—he had forgotten about the others. He stashed the camera in the maroon carrier bag draped over his shoulder.

Amy, Kevin’s girlfriend, waited behind the red Jeep, her long, pink floral dress dancing in the wind around her slim hips down to her ankles. The blonde beauty had fine facial features. Gary was already in the driver’s seat. Robin took his place next to him while the couple occupied the back seat. Even as they drove along the coast, Robin watched the white capped waves move toward the shore, dissolved by the sand in the distance.

The sweltering heat dropped in the early evening as the sunset painted the clear blue sky into a light color. Out of habit, Robin saw an opportunity to take more shots. A line of cafes and restaurants were on the opposite side of the road in between several hotels.

“I don’t get why you guys want us to go to the beach when it’s almost empty. No girls to meet,” Gary complained, his booming voice in full effect. The muscular stud had thick brown skin and a buzz cut. He thought any girl would easily fall for his charm.

“You were surfing it up without a care. Didn’t you have a great time?” Amy asked.

“Well I did, but I like it when there’s a bunch of people around.”

“We closed school early. The place is yet to be crowded. I’d rather enjoy the vacant space now,” Kevin said, struggling to keep his blowing strands off his face.

“I’m craving chocolate ice cream,” Amy mused.

“You’re always craving something,” Kevin said.

It was a short drive back to one of Grayson’s holiday homes. The white mansion was a majestic double story surrounded by green leaf tree canopies. Different kinds of tropical flowers popped out of the bushes on a well-maintained lawn. The house had an interior of astonishing beauty. Cream sofas with gold framing graced the center of the living room, facing a massive television, and vintage antiques.

Robin rushed into his assigned bedroom on the upper floor. He was always in awe of its meticulous arrangements. A huge flat screen was placed before a king-sized bed adorned with a black and gray cover. In the far corner was a tiny mini bar with a coffee set and wine goblets placed on a glass shelf at the top. Long silver drapes flowed back and forth in the light breeze coming through the open window at the end of the room. Beyond the railing of the wide balcony, the vast ocean twinkling under the fiery sunset on the horizon gave a spectacular view.

Robin walked to the most cherished side of the room that displayed his personal gallery. Multiple silver frames, placed in a grid on the wall, held old and new photographs. His pictures hung everywhere he went, and it was a chance he’d taken to ask Gary’s father to install the frame for the duration of his stay. For inspiration. He dropped on the chair near a small desk and scrolled through the film he had been working on all day. He printed the best and resisted the urge to run his fingers over the lovely images of the sunny coast.

The door opened. Amy peeped inside with a look of anticipation. “Remember, we’re going back tonight for the bonfire. Be ready in the next hour.”

“And why is it that you never bother to knock?”

“Oh, damn, sorry about that. I’ll keep in mind to do so next time.”

“You better,” he mumbled when she closed the door.

Taking one final, lingering moment gazing at the exquisite shots, he then got up and stripped naked. After a quick, warm shower, he trudged to the closet with wet feet and put on blue jeans, a white vest, and a purple pullover. Without paying attention to his grumbling stomach, he proceeded to upload the remainder of his stills to his laptop. As the escort bursa grating feeling in his tummy got worse, he was forced to close the application and rush downstairs. The others were already gathering around the rectangular table in the dining hall.

Suzanne, the chef, brought in the main dishes. They were each served with fried potatoes, green salad, and prawns. Other foods were added to the table, but Robin was busy scrolling through his phone, trying to get a feel for the endless pictures and whether he should post them up on his blog.

“Oh, my God. Robin, are you even paying attention to what we’re talking about?” Amy said.

“He’s always on that thing,” Kevin said, then dropped a prawn in his mouth.

“What is it?” Robin asked.

“We were just saying that we’ve invited more people,” Gary said.

“Oh, cool, and they agreed?”

“Of course they agreed, dude. I’m a freakin’ celebrity, why wouldn’t they?” Gary bragged. The rising football star always spoke about his rise to fame playing quarterback for their college team.

“I guess you really got ticked from the lack of an audience this afternoon,” Robin said.

“I just want to enjoy my holidays to the fullest, guy, it’s that simple.”

Robin shrugged. “Sure, dude, we all deserve to enjoy ourselves. I’m definitely having a good time working on my portfolio.”

“That’s all sweet, but you can’t do that at the bonfire, people don’t like being ignored,” Amy said.

“I get it.” Robin put his phone away and finished his meal.

When they were done, Kevin gathered beer from the fridge. Gary was the first one to pack all the necessities. They all trooped outside. A warm breeze lingered after a hot day. The full moon had a delicate, shimmering glow against the black sky.

Once they’d traveled to the beach, Gary drove the Jeep onto the sand. A group of people sat around a fire, a few feet from the dying waves. Their laughter and chatter reached Robin a few feet from where they were standing.

“It’s already started.” Robin looked over at Gary.

“Yes, well I got some guys to do that for me.”

All the camping chairs were occupied, and Robin had to sit on the sand next to a brown-skinned girl with long braids. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. Kevin took his guitar from out of the trunk and joined them on the chairs. He strummed a slow, lulling melody. Soon it was drowned by more conversing people, the numbers growing every minute around the roaring fire.

“You know I recognize you from campus,” Robin said to the girl next to him.

“Oh, well I haven’t seen you around. My name is Tracy.”

“I’m Robin. Do you live here?”

“Yeah, I live uphill, farther away from the resort.”

“I’m here visiting some friends—a few weeks of new people and new scenes for my photography.”

“That sounds exciting. Maybe I can be a model one of these days.” She flashed him an adorable smile.

“Sure, I wouldn’t mind, you have the loveliest skin tone.”

“Thank you.” She gave him a bright smile. Her skin almost blended in with the sand but only a shade darker.

Tracy brushed aside her long, dark braids, the light from the flames playing on her bold features. Robin was delighted to see the beauty of her gentle, innocent face up close.

“What are you studying?” she asked.

“Visual arts, although I ventured into photography after my first year. Once I’m done, I’ll take photography full time. What do you do?”

“Drama, my first love. I have to start another theater gig next week so I won’t be here for long.”

“Cool, I’d like to see you perform.”

“Unless you want to drive all the way back to campus, I think you’ll have to wait for the next semester.”

“That’s okay, we’ll make a plan,” Robin assured her.

After drinking half his beer, he rose and excused himself, heading for the edge of the dry sand. A forceful wave brought splashing water against his ankles. He looked up at the moon and took his phone out of his pocket. Can’t let this one slide. He captured the photo and returned the phone back in his pocket. A short pause of the guitar melody was replaced by Gary’s loud radio, hip-hop music blasting out of the Jeep speakers. This upbeat turn seemed to draw more people in—some strangers strayed over from around the area. Robin hadn’t expected it to be a full-on party, but judging from Gary’s reactions, he didn’t mind at all. When Robin rejoined them, the football star was chatting up a tall brunette nearly his height.

Robin searched the crowd, disappointed to see that Tracy had left. He walked over to Amy, who was tucked under Kevin’s left arm.

“Have you seen the girl I was talking to a while ago?”

“Oh, Tracy? She said she had to go. But not before asking for your number.” Amy gave him a sly smile.

“Where does she live?”

“She lives nearby. Relax, dude, she promised to drive up to chill with us. If you do the right thing and answer her calls that would bursa escort be great.”

“I’ll probably talk to her again, she’s nice.”

It was past midnight when the crowd dispersed. Gary stumbled sideways toward the car. Robin had to support him by lifting his heavy arm, guiding him into the passenger’s seat. Not quite the tough guy when you’re wasted. Robin sucked in a long breath and climbed into the driver’s seat.

Nothing he had ever seen in photographs or film compared to the raw beauty of the moonlight.

Two men appeared out of nowhere, standing near the fading fire. He couldn’t make out their facial features, shaded beneath black hoodies. For a moment, he felt one of them gazing at him, the other kept looking around. They give me the chills. He swerved the Jeep off the sand, back to the main street.

Chapter Two

The next day, Robin spent the afternoon in the backyard looking over the work of other photographers on his phone. Birds chirped all around the sheltered green. The flower garden was swarming with bees and butterflies, some escaping toward the porch where he relaxed on a recliner. He was glad to discover such a comforting environment. Voices came from behind the bushes beyond the yard. Kevin appeared with Amy trying to keep up behind him.

“Hey, dude, we’re off to the music store. You want to tag along?”

“Sure, why not?”

Kevin took them to the corner of a street lined with colorful window displays, the last remaining relics of a gentrified neighborhood. The arts and crafts store stood right next to the bookshop. Definitely coming back here. The music store was filled with classic records and contemporary discs. There was a section dedicated to gaming, and it wasn’t long before Kevin and Amy were pulled in.

Something across the street caught Robin’s attention, a flash of black that came into clear view after a van passed by. Just when Robin thought he was seeing things, a young man stood still at the end of the blur, puffing on a cigarette. The pale man in a navy tshirt and black jeans crossed the road without checking for oncoming vehicles. He stood out even more as he neared Robin with a bothered expression on his face. The breeze stirred his short, wavy black hair. He took one final pull of the stub and dropped it on the ground to stomp on it. It seemed he followed Robin’s every move until he disappeared into the shop next door. Robin tried to wrap his head around the enigma he had just seen.

“Hey, guys,” Robin called. “I’ll be in the arts and craft shop.”

Robin hovered on the sidewalk, looking up at the sign. Mike’s Arts and Crafts Store. When he entered, the bell over the door rang and startled him. He sauntered to the far end of the store to peruse a spectrum of oil colors. Whilst pretending to be absorbed by the selection, he sneaked a glance behind the counter at the glum fellow reading a magazine.

“See anything you like?” a soft voice came from behind him.

Robin nearly jumped out of his skin. A short, redheaded woman raised her eyebrows at him. She had a pierced nose and colorful tattoos adorning both arms. Robin read her nametag. Jessie.

“Not yet, I would like to get some pencils and watercolors.”

Jessie smiled. “This way.”

He followed her to the other side of the aisle where countless pencil sets were laid in order. After picking a random brand, he trailed behind Jessie until they reached the section with watercolors.

“These are awesome, thank you.” Robin picked another brand he had never seen before. With him having enough art material from school, he figured he’d give them to his niece as a gift.

The time came to face the mystery behind the counter. The man didn’t look up from the magazine until Robin cleared his throat. His nametag read Jared. Calmly, Jared peered up from between the pages. Overwhelming black eyes gazed at Robin with eyelids that had a slight droop. His full bottom lip had a reddish color. Robin found himself engrossed by the striking features of his angular face. Behind him hung a large golden frame holding a captivating painting of the beach. A man and a woman stood at the edge looking out into a sunny horizon. Jared rose from his high chair and obscured Robin’s view of the masterpiece.

“Good afternoon.” Jared had a low, deep voice. He dropped the items in a packet and handed them over to Robin. “Wait, I think I’ve seen you before.”

“Really? Where?” Robin asked.

“The local Art and Design College, or maybe I’m mistaken.”

“Oh yeah, I go there. Doing my final my year.”

“We were there to get some candidates for Turner’s art convention.”

“I’ve heard something about it.” He looked at Jared’s dark eyes and tried to clear the rasping note in his voice. “I just didn’t participate because I was busy with photography.”

Jared nodded—his drawn expression was a surprise. His tense posture relaxed, then he sat down and leaned back in the chair.

“Who did that?” bursa merkez escort bayan Robin pointed at the painting.

“Oh that. I did it long ago, I was still a teenager.”

Robin’s mouth fell open. The details of every color were immaculate finishes over drawing. He couldn’t believe the dark figure seated in front of him created such beauty. He returned his attention to Jared’s face. Something indescribable blossomed inside Robin, tangled with wonder and curiosity. He was eager to enter Jared’s mind and explore his vibrant imagination.

“It’s a sensational painting,” Robin admitted.

Jared shrugged dismissively, and yet his eyes lost some of the wariness, but he clearly wasn’t about to engage in a conversation about his remarkable talent. He picked up his magazine and proceeded to ignore everything around him.

It was Robin’s cue to leave.

He walked outside, straight into the baking heat of the sun, wondering why his mind played tricks on him. He could’ve sworn that earlier Jared had moved at a speed that was humanly impossible. Staring at too many photos is messing with my head.

Robin brushed locks of tawny hair blowing over his face as he went back into the music store to find Kevin and Amy struggling to pick which records were worthy of being bought. They finally made a decision on a dozen that were mostly alternative rock.

Amy eyed the packet in his hand with keen interest. “What did you get?”

“I bought some pencils and watercolors for my niece, that’s all.”

“Oh, so cute,” Amy gushed, leading them out of the cool store and into the sun slowly losing its blistering force.

His heartbeat skidded when he saw Jared standing on the sidewalk, lighting up a cigarette. Jared turned his head. Some of the smoke blew in their direction, and Jared’s penetrating gaze got under Robin’s skin.

“Hey, you, come over here.” He called Robin over as if he was a little boy.

Robin moved toward him, blinking when the smoke hit his face. He hated the smell of tobacco and wondered why he was tolerating it for a second from a guy who clearly had no respect for him.

“My name is Robin.”

“All right, sorry about that. I applied to your school a while ago. They want a portfolio. I need your help on how to put it together.”

“Okay,” Robin replied. “You’re invited to come and see what I’ve done where I stay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I don’t mind at all. We can start anytime.”

“Give me your phone.”

Robin obeyed, wondering why he was so quick to trust a stranger. Jared gave it back, and Robin saw that he’d saved his number. Jared stared at him for a long moment, his cigarette abandoned between his fingers. Then he looked ahead, ignoring him again.

Robin turned and joined Kevin and Amy in the car.

“Who’s that?” Amy asked.

“Jared, he works in the art store, wants help putting together a portfolio.”

“Cool, you invited him to the dinner party tonight?”

Robin thought about it. “I doubt he’ll agree to that. I just met the guy, and he seems closed up. And I’m not sure if Gary will allow it.”

“Oh, you know him, he doesn’t care who we invite as long as the place is packed.”

Robin took the road that led back to the mansion. He moved to his bedroom the moment they entered the living room. Gary was nowhere to be seen. Robin spent the evening organizing a courier to deliver his old portfolios. Too nervous to call Jared, Robin sent him a text as an invite.

The guests arrived around eight, and everything was set in the dining hall. Gary finally appeared with a girl on his arm. After a few hours, clusters of people were filling up the living room, some having discussions outside. Beyond the open glass doors, Robin spent most of his time chatting with a cute brunette girl named Heather. She held most of the conversation, and all he had to do was smile and agree with everything she said.

A dark-haired figure appeared near the bushes, jerking Robin’s attention. Jared froze in place, watching them with a weary expression as if regretting being there. Robin asked Heather to excuse him and made his way toward Jared.

“Nice party,” Jared acknowledged him.

When Robin stood before him, they were almost the same height, not more than five-feet-eight-inches. Jared wore a crisp gray shirt and black pants.

“I didn’t think you were coming.”

“Well, I’m here now. What’s the occasion?”

“Gary’s birthday party. I’ll introduce you to him and the others.”

Jared nodded dully. As Robin stared into the black depths of his eyes, he wondered why Jared made him edgy. With a sigh, Jared turned and walked to a nearby sitting area. Taking his place next to him, Robin felt the dark weight of his presence causing his restlessness. Jared pulled out a small carton from his pocket, sliding a cigarette out of it. He sighed again, the cigarette hanging loosely between his thick lips, and glanced in Robin’s direction.

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

“Yes I do actually, I hate the smell.”

Fearing that his visitor would stand and leave, he was rather surprised when Jared raised his eyebrows. He toyed with the cigarette balanced on his bottom lip, then he finally took it off and returned it to the carton.

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Introduction

It was a Tuesday afternoon during winter break. Some friends and I were sitting around chatting and playing Nintendo. That’s when Richard came up with the idea of playing truth or dare. I was both excited and scared by the proposition of such a game.

Let me set the scene for you. We were hanging out at my parents’ house, down in the basement. Both of my parents worked, so I was home alone and had a few friends over. Two of my best friends, Katie and Ally were there. Katie is a tall skinny blond with short hair and not much of a figure. Ally was a shorter, dark hair, glasses and a few more curves. There were three guys over as well. There was Bruce, the short, skinny small kid in the class, wore thick framed glasses, and was relatively considered a nerd. There was Dave, who was tall, blond and athletic. He had broad chest and firm legs. And there was Richard. He was also athletic, but not a big as Dave. He also had short, dark hair. And then there was me. I’m the girl that didn’t wow the guys, but I did develop early. As a result I got a lot of attention, but mainly for my larger chest than my good looks. My name is Jessica.

I looked over to Katie and Ally, wondering what their reaction would be. I thought I sensed the same kind of fear and excitement that I was also feeling. I decided that instead of saying anything, I would just see what happens. Dave quickly piped in saying he thought it was a great idea, but the girls would chicken out. Thinking back, I’m sure it was a setup, because Dave and I had been friends a long time and he knew I was very competitive.

“We’d do it, but we know you guys would chicken out before things get interesting,” I replied.

“Let’s make a deal,” Dave responded. “Once the game starts, nobody leaves until the game is done.”

“How will we know the game is done?” Katie asked.

“How about we set a time limit?” Richard suggested. “We’ll play for one hour. Then at the end of each hour we decide if we play for another hour. If we agree to play, we have to keep playing the full hour. I’ve got a timer on my watch that we can use.”

“What other rules will there be?” I asked. I knew that none of us girls had ever been with a guy. I was also pretty sure that Bruce hadn’t, nor had Dave. But Richard was always such a smooth talker. He led many to believe he had slept with girls, but most of his girlfriends were from out of town. They seemed to be easy going when he brought them around, but we never knew for sure.

Maybe he was sensing the fear in my voice, so Dave offered “No sexual touching.”

Everyone seemed to agree with this. Bruce had remained silent during much of this, so we weren’t sure what his thoughts were. So Richard asked him, and he agreed to play. Dave suggested that we each assign a number, and role a die. If your number was rolled on the die, you got to choose who you asked the question or offered the dare to. We all agreed that it seemed fair.

We all sat in a circle in boy/girl fashion with me as 1, Katie as 3, and Ally as 5. Richard was 2, Dave was 4, and Bruce was 6. The timer was set, and the first set of questions began. They started out with questions about whether or not we have seen the other sex naked, or slept with someone of the other sex.

When Richard was asked, he admitted that he had slept with two different girls. This brought a smile to both Bruce and Dave’s face. As the timer went off, we realized we had spent an hour and hadn’t really gotten all that far. So Dave offered up a suggestion.

“Maybe we should change the name of the game to dare. You have to do a dare on your turn, since nobody has been brave enough to take one yet.”

I was a bit nervous by the prospect, as I sensed the others were. But we all agreed to it.

The next roll was a 4, Dave. He looked at me. “Since it is your house, it only seems fair that you get to do the first dare.” My heart jumped, but I smiled a fake smile of confidence and gave him a nod, unable to speak. “I dare Jessica to strip off her jeans and sweatshirt.” My face reddened. But I knew I was in for the hour, so I agreed and stood up. I first began by reaching down and unzipping and unbuttoning my jeans. I carefully pulled them open and slide them down; making sure my sweatshirt had fallen down low enough to cover my white cotton panties. Next I reached down and grabbed the bottom of my sweatshirt, making sure I didn’t grab my t-shirt that was underneath. I carefully began to slide it up and off, leaving me in my t-shirt, bra, panties and socks. I smiled at Dave and then sat down.

Richard protested, “she needs to take off her t-shirt too. You said to strip to her underwear, didn’t you?”

Dave looked at Richard, then me. “Well that was my intent, but I did only say to remove her jeans and sweatshirt.”

Richard gave in reluctantly, and I reached down to roll the dice. It came up a 2. Richard looked over at me. “I dare Jessica to remove her t-shirt,” he said with a smile.

“No fair picking kuşadası escort on me,” I said in my best non-whiny voice. It didn’t come across as such.

“That wasn’t in the rules,” Richard was quick to point out. “But if you want to offer rule changes, you can do so in 53 minutes, when this round is over.”

I wasn’t happy about being put out on display like this. I know both Katie and Ally were glad I was first, but I was hoping that they would have been in this mix with me.

“Fine,” I muttered as I reached down to pull my shirt off.

“Stand up,” Richard said.

“No, there is nothing in the rules that says I have to stand, and since you didn’t specify it, I’m not going to.” I pulled my t-shirt up slowly, revealing first my tummy, then slowly up to my chest, where I pulled it up, showing my white lace bra, which felt like it was straining to contain my nipples. I lingered with my head covered, concealing my embarrassment. Then I finally pulled my head out and dropped the shirt on the floor beside me.

Everyone’s eyes were on my 36c chest. I could feel my face burning red. Everyone was quiet for about a minute, so I reached down and picked up the die to roll. This time it came up a 3, which was Katie. The smile on her face had me worried. Then she spoke “I dare Dave to switch underwear with Jessica.” Everyone seemed to think this was a good idea, aside from me and Dave.

He gave me his best I’m sorry smile and stood up. I thought he was going to drop his pants right then and there, when he said, “how about we do this in the bathroom?” I heard rumbled protests, but we both left the room, and I covered my white cotton briefs as I exited.

Once in the other room, Dave smiled at me. “Are you having fun?”

“Well, considering I’m the only one in just my underwear, not especially.”

“It’ll get better, I promise. Besides, I think you are having fun, at least the damp spot on your panties would indicate such.”

I looked down. Oh my god. I couldn’t believe I was actually getting excited by all of this. He just smiled.

“I’ll give you a choice, if you don’t want me to see you, and you can turn around and remove your panties. I’ll do the same with my underwear, then we can switch and get redressed.”

“Sounds like a plan.” I replied. I turned around and waited a moment before sliding my panties down and off, seeing the wet spot in them. I heard Dave struggle with his pants and then his underwear. I looked over my shoulder and saw his behind, and he did the same to me. I handed him my panties, and he handed me his gray boxer briefs. I quickly pulled them up and turned around to see him struggle to pull up my panties, which were tight on him. He then pulled up his pants and refastened them. He gave me a smile and said, “Shall we return?”

We went back out, me in his gray boxer briefs, and he in my panties and an obvious bulge in his pants. Once we were reseated he took the die and gave it a roll. This time it came up a 5 for Ally. She looked at me and smiled. I got a feeling it was pick on Jessica hour.

She looked at me and smiled. “I dare you to remove your bra.”

I gave her an evil stare back. “This seems unfair to me” I whined again. But I got no sympathy from anyone around.

All eyes on me, so I reached back and unhooked my bra. I stared at Ally the whole time I slipped off first one strap, then the other, keeping my arms crossed across my chest at all times. I finally slipped it off and dropped it on the floor, but keep my arms close to my chest, my rock hard nipples pressing against my forearms. Both Richard and Bruce tried to sneak a peek, but to no avail. Then Richard suggested it was my turn to roll again. I leaned forward, one hand over my boobs as I rolled the die. I was hoping for a 1 so badly. But it was not meant to be. Instead, it was a 6.

Bruce seemed shocked, unsure what he should do. Richard was suggesting he have me get naked, everyone else remained quiet. I wasn’t sure what he would do. Bruce then said he would like to see someone get a spanking. Richard told him to pick me, but he said he would like to use random chance to decide. He would roll the die and that would determine who would do the spanking. Then that person rolled the die to determine the “victim”. I personally didn’t want to be involved in either end of it. The dice was rolled and it was a two for Richard. He smiled. “Do I get to give the spanking bare bottomed?”

“No, it will be dressed as the person is, on all fours,” was Bruce’s reply.

Richard rolled and it came up 4. He asked for a re-roll, but everyone said no way. He mumbled and had Dave get on all fours. He gave him about four swats and stopped and sat back down, clearly unhappy with the outcome. I for one was relieved.

Dave sat back down and grabbed the die. He rolled it, and this time it came up a 1. Finally! But who do I get even with? Dave for starting this, Richard for continually picking on me, or Ally for making go braless? I decided that it had to be a guy, or else it would become a cat fight and I would be outnumbered.

I decided to pick on Richard. “I dare you to strip down to your underwear, Richard.”

He gave me a look of half defiance, and half I’ll be glad to. He slipped off his t-shirt, under which was a well formed chest. Next he slipped off his socks before standing up and undoing his jeans. He made a dramatic presentation of pulling them down and off. He then spun in a circle and sat down in his tighty whities.

He leaned for to grab the die and whispered “Wait for your turn.”

He took the die and rolled a 5. Ally again. Now that a guy was in a similar situation as me, I hoped she would opt for his nudity, or someone else to get down to their underwear.

She looked around and said, “I’m getting a bit thirsty. I dare Jessica to go upstairs and get us a tray of sodas. She has to bring it back down on a tray and serve the drink to each one of us.” I knew what she was doing. She was setting me up to display my boobs.

“Fine,” I said standing up, keeping my chest covered in the process. As I began to walk out of the room, I realized that the boxer briefs slipped a little bit. I grabbed them with one hand and hurried out of the room. I went upstairs, slowly, to get the drinks. My heart was pounding. I know it is my house and nobody is home, but that doesn’t mean I don’t get nervous walking topless through it.

I gathered up a tray of drinks and began to go back downstairs. I could feel the boxers slipping, but not falling past my hips. At the bottom of the steps, prior to going back into the room, I pulled them back up. I walked into the room with the tray in my hands. Everyone was still sitting in the circle. I first went to Ally, she asked me to lean down so she could take her soda. I gave her an annoyed look and bent over, my tits swaying freely. She smiled as she grabbed a diet coke. I remained leaned over as I went around the room. I felt the boxers slide a bit, but stop at the top of my hips. When I handed Richard his soda, he “accidentally” lifted it up into my rock hard nipples. It was cold and sent a shiver down my spine. I gave him an even more annoyed looked and sat back down after pulling up the boxers again.

I looked around the room and could tell that Richard was now hard, and it looked like Dave was still too. Bruce sat with his legs crossed and made it hard to tell. I picked up the die and gave it a roll. It came up a 1 again. I smiled.

Looking over at Ally, “I dare you to strip down to your underwear.” She gave me a dirty look. I know that by doing that I probably missed the opportunity to strip one of the guys, but she seemed so intent on displaying me that I had to pay her back.

She stood up and unbuttoned her shirt. She slipped it off her arms, revealing her 34b breasts encased in a powder blue bra. Her large nipples were very erect. She kept her gaze on the floor as she slowly undid her jeans and carefully slid them down off her hips, revealing her matching powder blue panties. She sat down finishing slipping them off. I do believe I saw a bit of a wet spot before she crossed her legs. Finally the attention was on someone other than me.

After a few moments she leaned forward and grabbed the die. She rolled it and this time it came up a 3. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Then she looked around and said. “I dare Jessica to stand in the middle of the circle with her hands on her head, while Bruce pulls her boxers down and off. She must then turn around slowly, giving everyone a good view of her, hands remaining on her head.”

My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. I could have expected this from Ally, but not from Katie. I took a few deep breaths and stood up. I shook my hands a few times to shake the tension off. I went to the middle of the circle and stood facing Bruce. He almost had a scared look on his face. I raised my hands and interlocked my fingers behind my head, closing my eyes and preparing to have my only piece of clothing removed. Just as I could feel Bruce’s hands on my hips I heard the beeping of the watch. The hour was up and I had a chance to save my dignity.

Part 2

“No fair,” was the first thing out of Richard’s mouth. “She accepted the dare before the hour was up, she has to go through with it.”

“No, we said that we would commit hour by hour,” I said with a somewhat stammering voice, my arms over my chest.

“Well, if we decide to continue playing, then you have to do the dare,” Richard declared.

“Well, we’ll have to see if everyone wants to continue.” I looked around the room. “All those in favor of still playing, raise your hand.” I saw Richard’s hand go up quickly. I saw Dave slowly raise his hand. Bruce decided not to be the guy chickening out and raised his hand. Katie raised her hand up, so now it was down to Ally in her underwear, and me, the one who would have to be naked. Ally lifted her hand, keeping her other arm over her hard nipples.

“I guess it is up to you, Jessica,” Richard proclaimed. “Are you brave enough to show us everything or will you be the one to ruin the fun?”

I looked at everyone, knowing they wanted to continue. “Can we make the rule that nobody has to participate in back-to-back dares? It doesn’t seem fair that everyone is picking on me.”

“We’ll put it to a vote if you decide to keep playing. It would be majority rules,” Dave suggested.

I didn’t like my odds, but what choice did I have. “Alright, I’m in for one more hour,” I reluctantly said. “Now, about the vote. All those in favor of not making someone do back-to-back dares, raise your hand.” Mine went up, still covering my breasts. Bruce also raised his hand, but nobody else did. I was doomed, I could tell.

“Let’s reset the clock and seem some action,” Richard replied all too eagerly.

Everyone resumed their seated position. I remained standing, again closing my eyes and hooking my fingers behind my head. I again felt Bruce’s hands on my hips. His touch was delicate as he slowly grabbed the waistband and began to slide them down. The decent seemed to take forever. I could feel my butt come out into view, and then slowly my dark bush was coming into view. He continued the decent of the boxers, pulling them down my thighs, then down my calves and pooling them around my ankles. He lifted my right foot slightly to pull them out from under me, then my left foot. I remained completely still. I could almost feel Bruce’s breath on my legs.

“Now turn around for everyone to see,” Katie almost commanded. I did a very slow turn, eyes still shut. I felt like I might fall over, but I knew I couldn’t look anyone in the eyes. I heard Ally give a little whistle of approval. My face turned even redder. I finally completed the circle and heard Richard, “Now that was worth playing another hour for.”

“Can I sit down now?” I asked impatiently.

“I never said you could. The dare was to remain in the middle with your hands on your head. I suppose you’ll have to stay that way until your next dare,” Katie responded.

“Then how am I supposed to roll the die?” I asked.

“Use your feet,” Richard suggested helpfully, or so he though.

“Fine,” I huffed. I picked up the die and dropped it, but it didn’t really roll, it just landed back on 3.

“Looks like it is my turn again,” Katie said sounding very giddy. “I think it is time for Jessica to get the spanking that Richard was hoping for earlier. I dare Jessica to get on all fours while everyone gives her ten spankings.”

My mouth dropped open. I hadn’t expected that. It seems Katie had it in for me more than Ally. “Will I be able to get up afterwards?” I asked sarcastically.

“No, you can remain on all fours in the middle until your next dare,” was her reply.

I undid my fingers and lowered them to my side. I couldn’t believe how sore they were. I suppose from all my shaking. I got down on all fours, facing Katie, which gave Bruce and Richard a good view of my back side.

Richard jumped up, “I’ll go first” he was on his knees behind me. He smacked my bottom with an open hand and it stung. He proceeded to offer five to each cheek, which I am sure were red when he was done. I was biting my lip during the whole process.

“My turn,” Dave said.

“No, Ally’s next,” said Katie.

Ally lined up behind me, still in her bra and panties. Her nipples were poking out, and the damp spot in her panties was a little more noticeable. I thought about pointing it out to everyone, but I think others noticed, and I didn’t need to bring any more wraths down on myself.

Ally proceeded to give me ten quick swats, successfully getting both cheeks at once, and not hitting the same spot that Richard did.

Dave got up and went over. As he stood up I could see he was still hard in his jeans. He got behind me but seemed to be a bit nicer. He gave me ten playful swats on the behind. They hurt on the other stinging spots, but were not as bad as I expected.

Katie next got behind me. She rubbed her hand over my hind end a couple of times before swatting me once. She then again rubbed the spot, almost soothing it before taking another swat. She continued in this fashion for all ten, then before getting up she commented “you guys gotta check this out. She likes this so much her pussy is wide open.” My face burned as red as my behind, but I couldn’t say anything. Everyone got behind me and checked me out, which only made me more embarrassed.

“Th-th-this wasssn’t part of the d-d-dare,” I stammered.

Bruce then leaned in and gave me ten quick pats and said I was done. I was very done, very embarrassed by being excited by all this attention, and I was embarrassed that everyone found out. And I was embarrassed that this would continue for a bit more.

I sat there, trying to compose myself, my tits swaying back and forth. I took the die and gave it a roll. It was a 6. Finally, my only friend and defendant in the group, or so it seemed.

“I dare Ally to stand up in the middle of the room and let Jessica remove her bra for her.”

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Even if everything had gone perfectly, it was still going to be a shitty trip.

After three years of criss-crossing the country, camping out in one drab conference room after another, eating the same awful room service in different awful hotel rooms, I was done.

On any given week, my body might be in Toledo or Topeka or Tempe or wherever, but my mind was anywhere else.

So it was with escalating dread that I found myself refreshing the Weather Channel app in the backseat of a cab on the way to some southwestern airport. A light snowfall had been in the forecast, but the snow out the cab’s window looked a lot heavier than the “1-2 inches” that had been forecast. Based on buzz going around the dismal corporate offices I had been working at that week, snow was not a common occurrence here.

So how did I end up in a job that I hate?

A few years earlier, as a college senior, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. My roommates were going to a career fair, and since my alternative that day was sleeping until noon, I decided to tag along and be productive.

One of the very first company booths in the auditorium advertised a “Management Training Program”. The friendly folks manning the booth had just graduated the year earlier from our school. They raved about the “learnings” they had developed and the “on the ground training” they had received. I decided to sign up for an interview.

Two days later I was sitting across from a recruiter answering questions about how my experiences as a club basketball player were relevant to corporate America. Five months later, I was on my first flight, eager to get that on the ground training that would set me up for my future career. Three years later, I was wishing I had just gone back to bed instead of going to that recruiting fair.

The cab driver must have noticed my hateful glances out the window. “They say the front is stalling out. Going to be at least 6 inches. Biggest storm in seven years”

Shit. Shit. Shit.

It was only 2 o’clock, but it wasn’t a big airport and there weren’t many flights to North Carolina, which was home for me. A cancelled flight meant another night in another hotel room. Given how rarely this part of the state saw snow, I’d imagine most of the city would shut down. Even a trip to a mediocre pizza place would be off the table. More reheated room service. Shit.

The snow must have kept most travelers from heading to the airport, because when I got to the check-in area, the lines were short. There was no one in the Diamond line (literally the only perk of flying every week was that I had some crazy airline status, but that novelty wore off quickly).

“Hi. I’m checking in for the flight to Raleigh.” I didn’t even know why I was going through the charade, but I handed over my ID to the tired looking airport worker.

I glanced over to the person next to me, hoping to see a happy flyer getting their ticket and gleefully heading to the gate.

There definitely wasn’t any glee. However badly things were about to go for me, I don’t think they could be worse than they were going for her.

She had a cellphone to one ear, what looked like most of the contents of her purse spread out over the counter, a pen in the other hand, and seemed to be alternating between scribbling notes on a scrap of paper, pulling her hair, and jabbing the pen down on the counter in intermittent fits of frustration. Her eyes were sealed closed. Her hair was pulled out of place. But good lord, was she was gorgeous.

Have you ever had those moments when the circumstances dictate that you probably shouldn’t notice how good looking someone is, but you just can’t help it?

Like maybe you just got pulled over for a ticket, you’re grabbing your registration out of the glovebox and see a gorgeous woman in the car next to you. Instead of handing your registration to the cop, you do an involuntary double take of the woman in the car.

This was one of those moments. I was certainly about to turn around and head back to my god awful hotel, eat a dinner that was probably originally cooked 7 months ago, wear dirty clothes since I only packed for two days and this was going to be Day 3, but holy shit, that’s an attractive woman. So I double-taked.

She was probably about my age (25), but did not show any of the early signs of aging that were creeping up on me. She had straight brown hair that she had pulled back into a now disheveled pony tail. She was wearing a long loose cashmere sweater (the kind that you begin to notice when you travel a lot because it’s practically required carry on for women on long, cold flights) and black spandex yoga pants.

Her sweater covered up most of her yoga pants, but you could still see the outline of a surprisingly big (and undoubtedly fit) ass for her size. She was about average height. I’m 6’1″ and she was about seven or eight inches shorter than me. She had an athletic build, slim, but not skinny.

At that moment, she threw up her hands in frustration, bursa escort obviously annoyed by whatever she had just been told by the counter worker. As she spun away, her long sweater lifted over her yoga pants giving me a clear view of her ass. It was like two perfect teardrops.

“Sir? Excuse me, sir?”

“Huh? Oh, yes.”

“Sir, as I was saying, your flight’s been cancelled.”

Shit.

“Are there any other flights to Raleigh today?” I asked even though I already knew the answer.

“No, there are not, and unfortunately, we’ve been advised not to rebook any passengers on tomorrow’s flight. Our weather center says this storm is here to stay at least for another 24 hours.”

Two more days. Two more days in this town. Nope. Can’t do it. Nope. Nope. Nope. This isn’t happening.

I pondered what to do next and couldn’t but help but overhear a similar desperation befalling in with my countermate.

“But there has to be something you can do! I have to get there by tomorrow. No that’ll be too late. My sister will kill me!”

As bad as I felt for myself, the only thing I was missing was clean clothes and edible food. It sounded like she was going to miss something really important.

Turning back to the desk attendant, I took a shot: “Well are there any flights leaving the airport at all?” Just getting closer to home seemed like a win at this point.

“We do have one flight that hasn’t been cancelled yet. Going to Jacksonville. They need the plane for another flight in the morning, so our operations team is seeing if they can sneak it out before the airport closes.”

“I’ll take any seat you have!” I felt a surge of optimism. It would still be a 5-6 hour drive home, but that was way better than the alternative. The attendant typed away at her console.

“Good news. You’ve got the last seat.”

Woohoo! Never had I been so happy to be flying to a random airport not really that close to my home.

I reflexively turned to the woman next to me, hoping to steal one more glance before heading to my gate. I was a bit startled to find her off her phone and now staring at me. She had stunning green eyes.

I’m not the kind of guy that really freaks out when talking to attractive women. It’s not that I do really well with the ladies by any means. It’s more that I just realize that I have a better shot with girls in my range, so if I’m talking to someone really attractive, it’s probably not to hit on them. But given this situation, I was at a loss.

Before I could say anything, the beautiful stranger turned from me and looked to the woman printing out my ticket.

“Excuse me? I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but overhear there was still a flight leaving the airport. I really need to get on that flight.”

“Hold on mam, I’m just finishing up with this customer. I’m sure the team member you’re speaking with can help you.”

“Actually his computer keeps freezing and I really need to get to Charlottesville.” She looked miserable.

Shit. I knew what was about to come. The airlines employee handed me the ticket.

“I’m sorry mam, but that was the last available seat.”

A totally desperate look spread across the stranger’s face. She didn’t strike me as a crier, but you got the sense that she was reaching that point.

“It’s my sister’s wedding. I was already cutting it close and she was already so mad at me for not being there this week and now I’m going to miss it altogether! She told me to come yesterday but it was my last day of class and I’m just about to get my masters and if I missed the class I wouldn’t have gotten credit but I should have listened to her and now I’m going to miss everything.”

The words tumbled out without a breath. I was still packing up my briefcase and very much in the middle of things, but trying to make it seem like I wasn’t listening.

I glanced up at the pretty stranger and my heart dropped. She seemed to be refusing to let herself cry but a single tear escaped down her cheek.

I put down my briefcase. Beautiful or not, no one should have to miss such an important day just because an airport goes into crisis mode for a few inches of snow.

“She can have my ticket.”

The stranger looked up at me. I could tell right away that she hadn’t realized I was listening and certainly wasn’t expecting me to join into the conversation.

“What? No… No… that’s crazy. I’m sure you have to get home too. That’s really nice but no I can’t take your ticket.”

The honest truth was that I didn’t need to get home. Helping this woman get to her sister’s wedding would probably be the only truly productive thing I did all week. Plus, I’d hope someone would do the same thing for me.

“No. It’s alright. It sounds like you need that ticket a lot more than I do.”

“Mam, this is against our policies. Sir, this is your ticket. This is an unfortunate situation, but it doesn’t have anything to do with you. Enjoy your flight”

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“Listen, I’ve flown 170,000 miles on your airlines this year. If I want to give away the ticket, I’m going to give away the ticket. So, in this case, it does actually have to do with me. Please assign the ticket to…”

I realized I didn’t know the pretty stranger’s name. I turned to her.

“Brooke” she said timidly.

I smiled back.

“… to Brooke. I’ll take my chances on standby.”

The airlines employee made no attempt to conceal her annoyance at the stranger’s, er Brooke’s, interruption into my travel plans. But she did take my ticket back and with a loud sigh and exaggerated eyeroll she began changing the information in her system.

“I literally cannot thank you enough. I didn’t know what I was going to do. I was on the phone with a rental car agency but couldn’t get anyone to rent me a car because I’m 24 and you need to be 25 or have other insurance. I was going to try to drive for 30 hours and still probably miss it. Are you sure it’s okay? I feel terrible about doing this. What are you going to do?”

She was still talking quickly. I smiled at her in hopes of settling her down a bit. Even in a huff, she was still quite striking.

“Really. It’s okay. I’ve spent more time in airports than I care to admit. Usually I get stuck and have nothing to show for it. At least this time, I can help somebody out. I was probably going to be headed back here next week anyways.”

“Here’s your ticket mam. Sir, here’s your standby ticket.”

I grabbed the ticket and started packing up my things for a second time.

“Well thank you…” She paused. “I’m sorry I can’t believe I don’t even know your name!”

“It’s Jake. And I promise it’s okay. I wouldn’t have offered if I didn’t mean it.”

“Well Jake, you are a really decent guy. The world would be a better place if there were more people like you in it.”

Brooke reached out and wrapped herself around me in a hug. Not a grandmother hug or saying goodbye to an old friend kind of hug. She pulled herself tight against my body and I felt every inch of her pretty frame against me.

God, it felt so good. Just when I thought she was going to let go, she whispered into my chest, “I can’t thank you enough for this” and I swear I felt her push her lower body just a little bit tighter. She was now fully pressed up against my cock. I was wearing thin suit pants and I’m sure she could feel what she was doing to me. I didn’t want it to end, but I also didn’t want the airport to see me trying to tuck an erection into my waist belt, so I moved off to let her go.

“Just promise to have an extra glass of champagne at the wedding for me.”

“That I can definitely promise!”

I smiled, tried to adjust my pants discreetly to account for the semi that was stirring below, and started towards the gate. As I got a little bit further away, I heard Brooke again.

“Lindsay, you aren’t going to believe what happened. I’m going to make it! It’s going to be a late night, but I’m going to get there! You wouldn’t believe what this amazing guy did for me.”

As I got to security, a little bit of the euphoria wore off, and I realized that I was going to need a bit of a miracle to get on that flight.

The gate was a zoo. It seemed like everyone in the airport had the same idea of catching the last flight out. I jockeyed my way in towards a seat by the gate, hoping that it would make some difference in getting a ticket.

Unlike the old days where standby was first come, first serve, now it was based on frequent flyer status. Normally, that was a good thing for me, but this standby list was epic, and I was starting to get nervous. For the first 20 or so new names, I had been squarely on the top of the list. But as the list kept growing, I started to move down.

Apparently, I wasn’t the only one feeling a bit of pressure.

The snow was still coming down and more flights had been cancelled. I scanned the waiting area for Brooke and saw her pacing back and forth on the phone. She had her carry-on slung over her shoulder and looked anxious again. I’m sure wasn’t going to feel any better until she was in the sky and heading east.

“Attention passengers on Flight 271 non-stop to Jacksonville. We have received an update from the Captain. The plane is being de-iced and unless conditions worsen, the flight will be leaving on time.”

An actual cheer went up in the boarding area. Well, at least some people were heading home.

By 10 minutes before boarding time, the standby list was 60 people and both POT/E and WAL/K had moved ahead of me. With the deck getting stacked against me, it was looking like it was going to be another night at the hotel after all.

“Attention passengers Potter, Walsh, and Hackett. Please pick up your standby tickets at the counter.”

I was shocked. Three cancellations? I practically sprinted to the desk.

“Hackett görükle escort please” I handed over my standby ticket.

“You got lucky. An inbound flight was re-routed to another airport because of the snow. Three of our passengers are on that flight.”

I felt a twinge of guilt about their wrecked travel plans, but it didn’t last long. I took the ticket and turned back to the waiting area. I saw about 57 people who clearly weren’t as enthusiastic about the standby situation. You fly for 170,000 miles and then decide if you’d rather have that ticket or those hundreds of hours of your life back.

As I was putting the ticket into my inside jacket pocket, I felt a hand on my back. I turned around to see Brooke beaming up at me. All of the worry and stress that I had seen at the check-in counter seemed to have melted away. With her easy smile and eyes cleared from her previous tears, she looked absolutely radiant.

“Nice guys don’t finish last after all I guess?”

I laughed.

“Just the way I drew it up.”

“Ummhmm” she said playfully, biting her lip a little bit for effect. “So where are you headed after Jacksonville? Where is home for ‘Passenger Hackett’?” she said in a voice that was a surprisingly good imitation of the PA system gate agent.

“Home is Raleigh, NC, but to be honest, up until a minute ago I thought I was going to be here for a few more nights, so I don’t really know how I’m going to get home. I guess maybe I’ll spend the night there and try to catch a flight the rest of the way in the morning?”

Brooke pursed her lips and seemed to think for a minute. “Hmmmm” she said. “Hold that thought. I’ll be right back.”

She pulled out her cell phone and walked away. As I watched her walk away, I noticed that several of the male passengers in the waiting area and even a few of the female passengers seemed to follow her path as well. As Brooke turned a corner, most of their eyes turned to me. I knew what they were thinking and I was thinking the same thing. What was that woman doing talking to me.

Five minutes later, Brooke was back. She was smiling, almost giggling, but didn’t make direct eye contact.

She looked up at me almost nervously. “I hope you don’t mind, but I really wanted to return the favor. We’re getting in too late to take a flight out, and as I said before, I can’t rent a car…but I can take the bus… and it just so happens that we’re both heading up I-95, so I hope you don’t mind that I booked you a ticket on my bus. I know it’s not exactly glamorous, but it’ll get you really close to home and I really wanted to do something to pay you back.”

She was talking a little bit fast again. If I didn’t know any better, I would think she was nervous talking to me.

“So is that okay? I can cancel it if you don’t want to go and you’d rather fly in the morning. I’d totally understand. I just wanted to make your travel a little bit easier”

Now, I was the happy one.

“You absolutely did not need to do that… but that sounds like a perfect way to end this little adventure. Thank you, Brooke.”

I would have been happy to linger a bit longer on the eye contact we were now making, but unfortunately, we were interrupted by the PA system.

“We will begin boarding with our Diamond priority members. If you have a diamond on your ticket, you may board now.”

“Well, I guess that’s you,” Brooke said with a hint of playful pompousness in her voice. “Make way for a Diamond member” she laughed and mockingly signaled with her arms for the nearby passengers to move out of the way.

I immediately blushed and tried to avoid eye contact with the people who were actually now clearing out of the way. “Very funny. What group are you?”

“G” she said.

“G! Is that even real? Who did you piss off to get that assignment? Do you have to share a seat with someone?” This time, it was my turn to laugh.

“Ha ha” she said dryly.

“Well you know… technically we are travelling together now and parties are allowed to board together. I bet I can pull a string or two and let you see how us Diamond members live.”

“Oh would you now??” She was definitely still mocking me, but I could tell that she wouldn’t mind boarding a bit earlier, especially on such a full flight.

“I wouldn’t do this for everyone, but you seem like a pretty decent person… so… yeah. I’ll do it this one time. Follow me.”

As I walked up to the premier line at the gate agent, I felt Brooke’s hand on the small of my back. I also felt the eyes of every guy at the gate looking at her and then looking at me.

We approached the gate agent and Brooke pulled up next to me and wrapped her arm around my waist.

“Hi. Err. We’re traveling together.” I kind of mumbled to the gate agent, still wrapping my head around the fact that a drop-dead gorgeous woman was now quite literally hanging off of me.

The gate agent smiled and scanned our tickets.

“Enjoy your flights Mr. Hackett and Ms. Davis.”

As we passed onto the sky bridge, Brooke whispered up to me, “I think we really fooled them” and then she winked at me.

What had my life become in the last hour? Was this some crazy dream. I just smiled and kept on walking. Brooke didn’t remove her arm as we made our way down to the plane.

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All day Monday I was next to useless. I failed miserably distracting myself at work and had such an unproductive day I was lucky no one noticed. I was ready and waiting about twenty minutes before Jake was due to arrive. I hate myself for it, but I made an effort. If this was our last moment, I wanted to make sure he regretted it. I wanted him to hurt too. My mind had wandered earlier to which of his friends I could try and revenge fuck that would hurt him the most. I’d daydreamed over meeting a really fit guy online and parading him on our nights out making sure I tell the girls loudly how huge his cock is. Then I’d feel gut-wrenchingly sad because, despite it all, I didn’t want any of those scenarios coming true, the one scenario I wanted I wasn’t going to get. I wanted Tom to be wrong.

My heart was racing once it got closer to the time Jake had said he’d be here. He was extremely punctual and sure enough, my doorbell chimed bang on 7 p.m. I opened the door feeling sick to my stomach and tried my best to hide it. Jake came in all smiles and kisses. He’d bought me flowers and wine. Not petrol station ones either looked like he’d been to Waitrose, that’s proper guilt there. Once I’d taken the guilt gifts off him and made the necessary nods of appreciation, he hugged me and then kissed me passionately. For a brief moment, my nerves untangled, and I felt ever so slightly better. It was fleeting and all my emotions bubbled up at once when we stopped kissing. Jake was waffling on about the weekend I think, I’m not sure I wasn’t listening.

‘What’s been going on between you and Heather?’ I blurted out at one hundred miles an hour interrupting him. There was no point in pleasantries, I had already waited too long for answers.

He looked confused and a bit worried.

His mouth opened but no words came out.

He sat down.

I sat down by him.

‘Are you trying to work out what story to tell me? I don’t want a story I just want the truth, Jake.’ I tried to keep my voice calm, it wasn’t working.

‘Why are you asking?’ he said, I noted he couldn’t look at me.

‘Tom saw you.’

‘Shit.’

He looked mortified and I felt a stronger wave of sickness. My last hope gone. Tom wasn’t mistaken.

‘Look at me,’ I asked. My voice caught on the tears that had been threatening since Saturday. I choked them back, I didn’t want Jake to see me cry over him.

Jake turned where he sat so we were facing each other.

‘What did Tom see?’ he calmly asked.

‘Does that matter?’

‘I guess not, no. Fuck, Vix, I’m sorry, it means nothing, she means nothing, I promise. I’m a dick a proper dick, I don’t want to hurt you I’m sorry. I’ve never wanted to hurt you. She came on to me Friday night and I was pissed, I was flattered. I’m sorry. I really am sorry.’

‘I was in the room, Jake. I was sat next to you,’ a tear leaked out of the corner of my eye. I cursed it for giving any of my hurt away.

‘I know,’ he said solemnly.

‘You had us both under the table.’

He bowed his head, with shame I hoped before he started to babble.

‘It was all you though, I didn’t ignore you, it felt better with you, under the table, your touch feels better than hers. There’s nothing between us it was just ego. Two women at the same time. I’m a stupid bloke, Vix, it felt good having my ego massaged it – ‘

‘And your cock?’ I interrupted.

‘Only you’ve touched my cock.’

‘Oh, I am privileged.’

‘Don’t be like that.’

‘I don’t know how to be yet, I’m still waiting for the whole story.’

‘There isn’t much to say, she means nothing I promise it was a stupid mistake.’

‘How many times has it been a mistake?’

‘Before Friday, just the once I promise.’

He looked straight at me as he said this, I saw no sign he was lying. I started to relax a little.

‘It was Christmas.’

And I was instantly tense again. How many waves of sickness could rush through me before I actually vomited?

‘While I was away?’ I asked.

He nodded.

We were getting on so well then, we had got closer. Why then? Why ever? I had been gutted to miss that night out. One of the downfalls of moving away and coming from a large family, I have to do my duty once a year and miss out on that period between Christmas and New Year where the pubs are full and everyone’s off work together, relaxed and happy.

‘You knew I wanted to be there, you knew I was upset I couldn’t come home early.’

‘I know. I was pissed off you weren’t there. I missed you. You had that family do. I should have been there with you. I felt a dick for not being with you. I was pissed off with myself and pissed off at you and I know that’s wrong, it wasn’t your fault but…’

‘So much so you came on to my friend?’

‘She’s my friend too and it wasn’t like that.’

‘What was it like, Jake?’

‘Honestly, I was in a dark place Christmas, I’ve been such a prick, I’m lucky you put up with me, I kind of feel you should have kicked me to the eskort görükle curb by now. I’m lucky you haven’t. I could have gone with you to your parents I was just being stubborn. I wanted us to spend Christmas here, just us. I was pissed off, at myself more than you and Heather was just there, flirting with me. The guys were egging me on, but I didn’t need persuading, it felt good. No one else in our group has anything going on and I had two of you…’

‘Ego much?’

‘I know, I know. Look nothing happened, it could have done but I stopped it, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t do that to you, I woke up. I realised. I told her no.’

‘At what point did you tell her no?’

Jake sighed.

This was hard for him I could tell, opening up. talking, owning his actions, taking responsibility for being the complete and utter jerk that he is. Why was my heart melting and breaking at the same time? I wanted to hold him as he spoke and I wanted to slap him while I was there. I didn’t move, I let him talk.

‘We’d all gone back to Ellis’s, she was all over me. I thought it would stay just flirting, I was enjoying the attention, but I didn’t plan on pushing it. She cornered me upstairs, dragged me in one of the bedrooms…’

There was so much bile in my throat right now I don’t know how my body was holding it back. My chest felt like it had been hammered in.

‘Oh shit, I’m sorry. I feel shit, I shouldn’t be hurting you like this. Fucking hell. I’m such a dick. You deserve better than me, Vix.’

‘I know I do,’ I smiled and as I did a couple of tears escaped my eyes again. Jake moved toward me. ‘No!’ I said sternly and instinctively put my hands up in front of me. Jake sat back down. ‘Tell me everything. What did you do, you and Heather?’

‘We just kissed, Vix, I promise. Nothing else.’

He had kissed her. It had taken months of flirting before he kissed me. One night and she’d got more than I got in months. Was it just the one night? Was he telling me the truth?

‘Just the one kiss?’ I asked.

‘I promise we kissed for a bit, she thought it was leading somewhere but I couldn’t do it. I woke up. I realised what I was doing and I stopped it.’

‘What did you say? You obviously didn’t tell her about me.’

‘I told her not here if we were going to take it further, I’d want to do it properly.’

He looked shamefaced as he said this. It hurt to hear.

‘And when were you planning on doing it properly, while we were away is that why you wouldn’t share a room with me?’

Jake was already defending himself before I’d finished speaking. ‘No, Vix, I didn’t plan on ever sleeping with her it was just words, I didn’t want to hurt her. I made up something quick on the spot because no one knows about you and they should, everyone should know then I wouldn’t be in this situation. I’ve led Heather on now and that’s not fair either. I’m a cunt, I’m not a nice guy. You both deserve better. I should be on my own, I don’t know how to do this. I’m shit at emotions and stuff.’ He put his head between his hands that were clenched tight into fists and mumbled something else into his chest that I couldn’t make out.

I think I believed him. Jake was many things, an actor he was not. He seemed genuine, he seemed hurt, he seemed remorseful and he’d talked, openly. That had to come from the heart.

We sat silent for a moment. I realised I now had huge silent tears falling down my cheeks. I looked at the man I loved in front of me. All I wanted at that moment was to hold each other.

I edged closer to him until I could touch his hands. I wrapped my hands over his fists and lowered my head to touch his.

‘Do I know everything? Three months, Jake, it’s a long time for nothing else to have happened. No texts? What about this weekend? Did you sneak off with Heather like you did me? Were you playing us off against each other all weekend?’ My voice squeaked as I spoke, my tears not so silent anymore. They fell into his hair.

‘She has text me a couple of times, but I’ve not let them lead anywhere, I’ve kept it friendly and I’ve kept my distance. I thought she’d got the message I wasn’t interested. I promise, Vix, you know everything. I tried to stop it at the weekend but she was relentless, I gave in, I shouldn’t have I know but I’m a bloke and I had the two of you and I’m not gonna lie it turned me on, the idea of having you both. But then I felt so shit. It was you I kissed goodnight, Vix. It was you I wanted to go to bed with.’

‘Tom saw you at the toilets in the pub.’

‘We were flirting in the pub, but nothing happened. I didn’t kiss Heather, I swear. She pecked me on the cheek as I came out of the toilets and we touched each other a bit but it was nothing more. I felt guilty next day, I didn’t sleep well knowing I’d led Heather on again and it’s you I wanted, you should have been with me. If I wasn’t such a cock you would have been. On Saturday. I kept my distance, I was a coward again. Ignoring her rather than telling her the truth. But kestel escort I just wanted you. I only want you. It’s all you. I promise. I’ll tell her. We’ll tell her.’

We were looking at each other now holding hands tight. My eyes were still leaking, I felt bruised but lighter. I believed him. I felt closer to him. This was what we did, this is what brought us closer every time, getting close to breaking up and him winning me back. I’ll be back here again, I know I will. I should walk. I shouldn’t forgive him. I have the perfect excuse to get rid, to move on to free myself to step off the roller coaster.

‘I’ll understand if you can’t forgive me. I’ll go if you want me to go. This isn’t how I wanted this night to go.’

‘How did you want it to go?’

‘I’ve missed you so much even being with you at the weekend. I know I’m a fool. I meant every word. If you still want me, I’ll tell everyone. I wanted to romance you, open the wine, talk, kiss, cuddle. I wanted to take you to bed and make love to you properly, loudly not secretly. I thought we could plan what we’ll say and to who and when over a glass of wine or two. I bought your favourite…’

‘I noticed.’ I let a small smile creep across my lips. ‘I’d have preferred that night.’

‘We can still get some of it back. If you want to.’

‘I want to.’

He smiled and exhaled, ‘Are you OK? Are we OK?’

‘I’m bruised, my heart’s taken a bit of a beating, I’m not sure I fully trust you anymore and I don’t know how that will affect us but I’m willing to see, to try if you are. But no more secrets, we tell people…’

‘I’m so sorry I hurt you, I’ll make it up to you I promise, we’ll tell everyone, anyone that will listen. It’s only you, Vix, I can’t bear the thought of losing you.’

We edged closer until our lips grazed. We kissed cautiously at first, slowly then fell into a breathless, hungry, fast kiss. We couldn’t kiss each other hard enough. Couldn’t get our tongues enough in each other’s mouths. We kissed and pawed at each other adjusting our positions to get closer. He fondled my breasts, I hadn’t put a bra on, my nipples were like bullets pushing against the fabric of my dress. He ran his thumbs over them and rubbed. His touch felt so good if I was trying to pretend to be mad at him my nipples would have given me away. I wasn’t pretending, my body at least had forgiven him, my heart and mind might need a minute to catch up. I tugged at his t-shirt and pulled it over his head, then undid his jeans. He tore himself away from my nipples for a moment to stand out of his jeans, shorts and finally socks. Naked Jake and fully clothed me. Once he sat back down, I straddled his lap, my figure-hugging dress hitched up around my hips. His hard cock slid up between my dress and stroked over the satin of my knickers. I moved my hips, so my pussy stroked along his length a few times then pushed down firm against his body, pinning his cock between us as we kissed again.

‘Did you put this on to add to my torture?’ Jake asked as his hands slid my dress up over my bum.

‘Maybe,’ I teased. I knew what effect this dress had on him.

‘You look fucking hot and you know it. I need you out of it though.’

I knelt up and put my arms in the air. He slid the dress off me. He stroked and squeezed my bum as he kissed my stomach. I ran my fingers through his hair. His fingers wrapped around the rim of my knickers, he moved his kisses down over my mound as he pulled my knickers down. I lifted my knees one at a time for Jake to remove them. He pulled me firmly by my bum and pulled me into his face. I was wet and eager for his tongue. He held me firm as he licked and kissed my lips first, then my clit. I held his head firm as he licked and sucked. Fuck he felt too good. He always felt too good.

I enjoyed the attention of his tongue for a while before pulling away. I needed to get closer to him, I need connection, I needed him inside me. His hands found my tits instantly as I lowered my body, his lips followed them. I straddled his lap and sat down over his cock, I savoured every moment as I lowered my hips slowly, letting his cock push inch by inch gradually filling me. He felt good inside me, his tongue was working magic on my nipples. I resisted the temptation to ride him hard and fast and instead relish in our connection. Take our time. I lifted Jake’s face, guiding it with a finger under his chin. We kissed briefly before locking eyes as we wrapped our arms around each other and held each other tight. I rode his cock, slowly, deliberately. We focussed just on each other, eyes staring intently our breath heavy and in time.

My mind threw me an image that I had been trying to ignore since Saturday. In this moment, it felt right to focus on it.

‘It turns me on thinking about you having us both.’ I confessed. Because ashamedly it did. On more than one occasion this last couple of days my mind had strayed to the table, his hands running up both of our thighs and the thought made me as wet as bursa sınırsız escort it had made me feel sick.

‘Seriously?’

‘Yes. I like the idea of sitting at a table, your hands on both of our thighs, sliding higher and higher under our skirts.’

‘I wish you’d have had a skirt on Friday, I wanted to feel you wet through your knickers.’

‘You feel both of us. You rub your fingers over both of our pussy’s till we’re both dripping for you.’

We often did the dirty talk in bed. Or had phone sex, we’d had quite a lot of phone sex when we couldn’t get time to ourselves.

‘I’ll slide my fingers inside both of your knickers and push my fingers inside you both, feel how wet you both are for me.’

‘Your fingers simultaneously part each of our lips. You make us both moan in unison as you start to play with our clits.’

‘Fuck, Vix, I want to make you both come at the same time.’

‘You do, you keep fingering both of our clits, you have us both moaning at the table, gripping it till we both come together, screaming your name.’

‘Then what?’

‘Then you move your chair back a bit. We slide our hands over your rock hard cock as we take turns kissing you.’

Jake moaned and gripped my bum firmer. I ground my hips harder rubbing my clit against his body.

‘Then we kiss each other as you undo your jeans and take out your cock. We drop to our knees and start to kiss pushing your cock between our mouths. We both take turns sucking your cock and caressing your balls…Jake make me come, I need you to make me come.’ My clit ached, I ached. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d needed to come with such urgency.

‘Lie back,’ he instructed.

I did as he asked. He knelt forward and spread my legs, both hands on my thighs. The first lick of his tongue quelled the ache that had built in my pussy. I groaned with relief.

‘Keep talking,’ he said between a long lick and a sharp suck of my clit.

‘Ah, we stop sucking your cock and you guide me to my feet. Heather stays on her knees. You bend me over the table. She starts to kiss my pussy as you push your cock inside me. You fuck me hard and fast as she sucks my clit. Oh shit, Jake, fuck…you’re fucking me hard, I’m going to come, Heather’s going to make me come, I try and hold off so we can come together…Shit, oh, ah…oh…she makes me come just before you start to come inside me, you fill me a bit then pull out and slide across my sensitive clit. The rest of your load spurts on Heather’s face…’ I rushed out those last few words, mostly as breathless pants as I came hard bucking my hips up into Jake’s face. He quickly replaced his tongue with his cock and started to fuck me.

‘Oh, shit babe I can feel that. That turns me on so much, I fucking just want to come so bad. I’m sorry, this isn’t going to…and Jake came what felt like buckets inside me. He held me tight as he unloaded spurt after spurt. I felt him trembling on top of me. I held him in my arms.

‘Jesus,’ he said after a long moment.

We both giggled and gasped.

‘I wish we’d done that Friday.’

‘With an audience? That’s one way of coming out.’

We laughed.

‘I can’t believe how much that turned me on. I’ve gone from hating her and you together to coming really hard over the thought of you both.’ I said.

‘I love how hard you just came, I love making you come like that. I want to watch Heather make you come. Have you always wanted to be with another woman, why have we not talked about this before?’

‘Because I haven’t caught you trying to shag another one before.’

Jake hung his head. I carried on talking.

‘No, I haven’t really. I’ve had more fantasies about two men.’

He raised an eyebrow, ‘Tell me more about that.’

‘I imagine standing between two guys, feeling that energy between us all, being sandwiched in the middle of it. Them both taking turns to kiss me, undress me. Then taking turns to kiss me, finger me, suck my tits. Sharing my pussy, two tongues, one inside and one on my clit. One eating my pussy and one sucking my nipples. I want to suck both of their cocks, wank them both at the same time, feel two cocks inside me. As much as I want their attention on me, I want to play with two cocks, have two lots of spunk covering me, filling me, being licked out of me.’

I could feel Jake’s cock growing inside of me. He was slowly rocking his hips back and forth as he listened to me.

‘You like the idea too I see.’

‘You know I love you talking dirty to me.’

‘Have you thought about it much?’

‘A little I guess, more two women, I’ll watch two women porn more than two guys and a girl, but I have watched stuff. I’ve liked the idea of sharing a girl with a mate like. Guess I’ve often thought about that, thinking about it.’

We were slowly screwing now, Jake was fully erect again.

‘And would you kiss a guy.’

‘I’ve never thought that far. My initial reaction is no way, but I guess, if you kiss a girl it’s fair and it’s part of it isn’t it. Sex isn’t right without kissing. Would you want me to kiss another guy?’

‘I love the idea of watching two guys kissing, touching each other in front of me. Hard cocks pushing together so I can wank them both while they kiss. Would you be OK with that?’

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TRUST ME

Those are the words written on the third and final note that you’re holding in your hand. You shoot a look at me filled with a million unasked questions and more than a hint of anxiety. Holding your gaze and smiling gently, I whisper, “I’d never hurt you.”

You smile gently in response. “I’m not afraid of you.” Curling the note back and forth in your hands, you sit down on the bottom of our bed expelling a breath. I sit next to you and put my hand on your knee.

“Talk to me,” I urge.

You look down at the note, now folding the corners down sighing, “I’m afraid of….” your voice trails off.

“Of what, honey?”

“I don’t know how I’d react to….what you want to do.”

I can’t help but smile. “You make it sound so dirty,” I say with a wink and a leer. “I just want to tie you up a little.”

“How exactly is one tied up ‘a little’?” you ask, bumping my shoulder with yours.

I lean over and kiss your shoulder, “How about we start with baby steps so that you can get comfortable with the idea of being restrained? We’ll use one scarf this time, very loosely, hmm, how about not even tied. How does that sound?”

“Safe word?” you ask.

“Good idea. What are you thinking?”

“Hmmm,” you say, “artichoke.”

“Where did that come from?”

You shrug. “I dunno. It’s a food I don’t like. There’s no natural, or unnatural, reason for me to utter the word artichoke while we’re making love.”

I raise my eyebrow and glance sideways at you, “Ok, weirdo.”

“Hey, you’re the one who wants to tie me up. I think you’re the weirdo.”

“Seriously? This is pretty low on the ‘weird things I want to do to you’ meter. Now, shush and kiss me.” I grin rakishly at you.

Tossing the now crumpled note to the floor, you pull me towards you and kiss me. Even though we’ve been making love for hours, it’s like we just started.

I’m giddy. Excited. Turned on.

Your touch does something to me I’ve never experienced with another lover. The brush of your skin against mine gives me goose bumps and makes my nipples erect. You know exactly how to build up my response. Starting slowly you kiss me softly, running your tongue over my lower lip. In an unconscious reaction, my lips start to open and you slowly slide your tongue inside exerting a slight pressure. Using my lips, I suck your tongue and hold it inside my mouth teasing it with my own. I love that we both love kissing. It’s not just a means to an end, for us kissing is not foreplay, it’s a way to slow down and maintain a connection.

Every time we kiss it’s like the first time. There’s that tingle in my stomach, the shiver down my spine, the breathless anticipation waiting for your lips to touch mine, or kiss my neck, or nibble on my ear. Yes, making love is incredible, amazing, complete, but this…when we’re kissing, this is when I feel closest to you.

I pull myself away from you, stand up and hold out my hand to you. You take it and I tug you up off the edge of our bed. I walk over to the headboard and start untying the scarves. “Remember this one?” I ask holding up a piece of navy blue sheer fabric. You waggle your eyebrows at me laciviously, “Hah. Perv.” I throw it at you.

I untie a multicolored scarf and drape it across my neck. Kneeling with one leg on the bed, I stretch to reach the white gauzy scarf hanging in the middle of the headboard. Suddenly, I feel you leaning into me, pressing your body against mine. Wrapping your arms around my waist, your hands slid up to capture my breasts, circling your palms over my nipples. “Ahhhh,” I sigh as I push back into you. I wiggle my ass against you as your erection grows quickly. I pull my other knee up on the bed and start crawling to the middle. You have to either let go or follow me. Wisely, you follow me. As I’m reaching to untie another scarf, you rub your face back and forth across my back. I love that feeling. Your raspy stubble drives me wild. I know you can feel my nipples getting harder because you start to pinch and tug on them lightly.

When we’re both in the center of the bed, I kneel up and back against your body. Tipping my neck eskort bursa to give you better access, I feel your breath heating my skin. Your tongue is so close I can feel its heated moisture. You lick my neck, barely touching. Lips follow so softly and then your teeth are biting, nipping really. Not hard, just enough to feel it. “Harder.” I whisper. I feel you smile against my neck and then you suck instead of bite. Your tongue laves my skin. It’s almost hypnotic the effect you have on me. I’m lost in a myriad of sensations, your fingers teasing my nipples, your mouth savoring my neck, your body providing me with support, warmth, safety and more than a hint of promise.

Sliding my hand behind my back I grasp your cock and caress it stroking up and down firmly. You push lightly on my shoulders and I lean forward and put my hands on the bed. You rub against me and I moan with pleasure. Slowly you slide inside me and I stretch like a cat, arching my back and releasing, pushing back into you as you pump in and out of me. I slide my upper body down on the bed and stretch my arms out in front of me gripping the sheet tightly. Your hands move down to rest on my hips and you increase your speed. Propping myself up on my elbows I look back at you and mouth, “Fuck me, baby,” because I know that drives you wild. You wink, blow a kiss and starting fucking me, hard. I love you the way you feel.

I need to feel more of you touching me, so I start pushing up off the bed and back up against you until I’m kneeling with my body pressed against you. We move slowly so you can stay inside me the whole time. I pull your hands around me, so you are holding my breasts. My arms lift up and back and wrap around your head, holding you closer to me. You slide in and out of me in a controlled motion that is very quickly driving me mad. I reach one hand out in front of me to grab onto the headboard for support and my other hand caresses down your side and around to my clit rubbing slowly matching your pumping rhythm

It takes me a while to realize you are trying to distract me from my evil plan, crafty man that you are. I let you fuck me for a while longer so that you think you are winning, wonderful woman that I am, plus it feels so damn good, that I don’t want to stop you. But I really want to tie you up, so I reluctantly pull myself away from you and put some distance between us. “Nice try, devil,” I laugh, “now, get your sexy body over here.” I point in the direction of the headboard.

Want,” you say.

“Need.”

“Where do you want me to be?”

I motion for you to move around me and sit against the headboard. Propping a few pillows behind you for comfort, I take one of your arms and place it at the top of a slat in the headboard, I curl your fingers around the slat and squeeze. “Honey, hold on here, if you promise to hold on, I won’t even tie the scarf. I’ll just wrap it around your wrist. You’ll be able to remove your hand at any time. So technically, you’re not tied up at all, just held in place with the scarves.” While I’m talking, I wrap one of the scarves around the slat securing your wrist to the bed. “Test it out, give it a tug and see how quickly you can get out of it.”

You easily pull your arm out of the scarf and wrap it around my neck pulling me closer to you. “I love you,” you say.

I rest my forehead against yours. “I love you.” Making quick work of securing your hands to the bed with two filmy, soft scarves, I sit back and ogle you. “You are so incredibly handsome. Your body makes me weak in my knees every time I see you.” Crawling to your feet, I move your legs apart so I can lie between them. Resting my arms over your thighs and I lean over letting the tip of my tongue dance along your cock, we make eye contact and I whisper, “Artichoke, baby, that’s your word, ok? We’ll stop as soon as you’re uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable now,” you waggle your eyebrows at me lasciviously.

Licking you, feeling you in my mouth, knowing that I’m turning you on, making you squirm with pleasure exhilarates me. I love having your hard, wet cock in my mouth. I love knowing that I merely have to touch bursa yabancı escort my tongue to just the right spot and you moan. I lean over you so that I can slide you deeper into my mouth. My lips lock onto your cock and I use the pressure of my tongue and my lips to massage it up and down. I like it messy. I like it loud, making sure you fully understand how much I enjoy this. When you’re in the sitting position, it’s easy to make eye contact with you and that connection just makes me feel sexier. You’re working hard to keep your hands on the headboard even though I know you are dying to touch me. Your fingers wiggle with restraint as I wink at you, while slowly pulling my mouth off of you. My lips are still tightly locked and when I get to the tip of your cock, I run my tongue around and around sucking hard.

As much as I love sucking your cock, and believe me, I do, I really want to fuck you, especially since you’re tied so delightfully to our bed so I reluctantly pull myself away from you and lean down to kiss the part of your body where your leg meets your hip, the electric spot that makes your whole body shudder like you’ve been buzzed.. A long, hot slow lick is followed by nibbling bites and pretty soon you’re struggling hard to keep your grip on the headboard.

“You. Are. Wicked” you growl. I smile while kissing my way to your other leg. Then I crawl up your body with my legs straddling you the entire way, rubbing myself against you. I’m so wet that I’m leaving trails of moisture on your body. My upper body is pressed against yours, and I’m resting lightly on top of your cock, squirming just enough to create warm, moist friction. Leaning forward to kiss you, my tongue slides inside your mouth. We trade licks, slow ones, fast ones, light ones, not so light ones. My hands caress your chest, tweaking your nipples with my fingernails. Pulling away from you, I rub my face against yours like a cat and my mouth finds its way to your ear. My teeth slip into the hypnotic rhythm of nibbling and sucking your earlobes.

I whisper, “In about twenty seconds, I’m going to slide down on your cock until you are as deep inside me as you can be and then I’m going to fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked before.” I feel your body jump underneath me as I say these words and my tongue flicks the spot behind your ear. You lift up your body and rub against me and it’s my turn to shudder. Your mouth captures mine as your body caresses mine. I curl my upper body up and away pressing into you with my lower body, my head lifts up and you bite my neck in that way that completely drives me mad.

“Ten,” you breathe with a sharp, pleasurable bite to the left side of my neck.

I say, “Nine.” arching my neck to give you better access.

“Eight. Kiss me,”

“Seven. Are you ready? Do you want to feel how wet and hot I am from the inside?” I ask between kisses.

“Six,” you hiss with a slight whimper to your voice.

“Five. Tell me, lover. Tell me what you want.”

“Four.” You latch on to the front of my neck, sucking hard enough to leave your mark. “Fuck me, baby.”

“Three. Love you…”

“…always. Two” Eyes locked, our lips barely touching. My hips lift up and I feel you pushing down into the bed, ready to be inside me.

“One,” we whisper together as I slowly slide down on you. I can’t control the strangled moan I breathe out. My hands reach out to hold on to the headboard and I start sliding up and down setting our rhythm. I know you can’t do much for leverage since your hands are still firmly attached to the headboard so I take care of that. The only sounds in the room are our expressed breaths and the moist sounds of making love. I experiment with tightening my muscles as I pull and and push down, squeezing my legs tightly against yours.

“I want to fuck you from behind. Move.” You thrust your hips up for emphasis, which feels amazing and may not have the effect you desired because I certainly don’t want to move.

“Want me to untie the scarves?”

“Hell no, I just want to move. Will you adjust them for me?”

We maneuver clumsily bursa merkez escort with excessive rubbing and caressing and body grinding plus laughing and giggling until you are on your knees with your arms crossed and I’m in front of you bumping my ass against your erection. While having you at this disadvantage is enticing, I know your arms are not in the most comfortable position so I untie your scarves and let you reposition your arms a little higher on the headboard. I retie the scarves and realize that you have an even smaller range of motion. Of course this means that you just have to get really close to me and stay that way.

Rubbing your cock against my ass, you whisper, “Lean forward, lover.”

I obey, placing both of my hands on the headboard close to yours as you roll your hips until your cock is just at the entrance of my pussy. You tease me a little by sliding just the tip of your cock inside me and then pulling out. Each time you slide in a little deeper and continue to pull out. I tighten my hands on the headboard and growl in frustration. I start moving my hips back into you forcing you to penetrate me deeper. You chuckle, “Impatient?”

“Uh, huh. Baby, please….deeper.”

We move together seamlessly, thrusting, pulling back, thrusting again. I know you’re pretty close but I’m ready for one more switch up. Reaching my hands back, I still your hips. “Are your knees ok, honey? Want to put a pillow under them?”

You nod and I disentangle from you. I have to slide under your arms to lift each of your knees to set the pillows in place. While I’m grabbing the pillows, I take a bottle of almond oil out of the “Pleasure Drawer” next to our bed. Scooting closer, I kneel up so that I can wrap my breasts around your cock and I pour the oil all over us. The feel of you covered in oil sliding between my breasts is incredible. You pump longer strokes and I tip my head down and lick the crown of your cock each time you thrust. I’m teasing you now, moving my head back so you can’t slide too far into my mouth.

Now you’re the one growling in frustration because if your hands were free you’d be able to control my head. My favorite thing is to watch your face when I’m sucking your cock. It’s a powerful thing, to see that kind of passion on you love’s face and know that you are responsible for it. Stroking you with my hands now, I use pressure and rhythm to build your reaction. I know you’re close because you start blowing out air in short, staccato breaths and your ass tightens.

“Wanna come?” I draw out teasingly..

“NO! Stop, slow…slow….slow down. I want to be inside you when I come. Untie me.”

“You didn’t say artichoke.”

“Because I’m not uncomfortable.. We just don’t have time to tie me back up, so I’ll hold on, I promise, but I want you to ride me until I come inside you.”

I untie your arms and you settle back in place grabbing onto the headboard with the pillows behind your back. I climb back on you with much less fanfare this time and ease myself down onto your cock. Gyrating my hips, I grind myself against you. My clit buzzes from indirect pressure and I move faster relishing the build up. “Touch me,” you hiss and I run my hands up and down caressing your chest. Words are lost between us as we make love in the dark.

“Honey, I’m so close,” I breathe. “I love you so much. Let go and touch me. I need to feel your hands on my body. Want you to feel what you do to me. Please.”

Reaching up, you pull my face down toward yours and kiss me deeply, lips moving, tongues tangling frantically. Sensing my orgasm building, I grab your hands and lean over you, pushing your arms into the bed. “More. Harder. Deeper,” I pant, begging you to push me over the edge.

“Lover,” you groan with each thrust. “Ahhhh. Damn you feel so fucking good.” Your movements increase in speed until I feel you climax inside me. Wrestling a hand free from my grip you slide it between our bodies to rub my clit. “Come for me baby, let go,” you urge as I come. I collapse on top of you, both of us breathing hard. You roll me over so we are on our sides facing each other. Foreheads together, lips touching.

“See. Tying you up wasn’t so bad, was it?” I tease you.

“Nope. I might even let you do it again.”

“Might?”

“Ok, more than might,” you grudgingly admit.

“I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Always.”

“Forever.”

The End

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I have always been an exhibitionist. My mother loves to regale the story of how at two years old at my weekly ballet lessons, I would literally fight to be at the front. At secondary school after P.E I was never one of those who cowered beneath their towel dreading the communal shower. I would strip right down and run straight in. I wasn’t ashamed of my body and I couldn’t see why anyone should be ashamed of their but each to their own I suppose. But as I got older, my exhibitionism started to infiltrate into my sexual encounters.

I loved fucking outside and when the craze of dogging erupted I was beside myself with excitement. However, Daryl by boyfriend wasn’t quite as enamoured by the whole thing. He thought I was weird so unfortunately I had to let him go, who wants to be with someone who a) only likes missionary position and making love and b) couldn’t talk dirty if Willy Wonka’s Chocolate Factory depended on it.

So when I met Andrew on a night out and after I had tied him up and fucked him all night, when he told me he was a shop assistant at River Island and divulged to me his biggest fantasy I was determined to make it all come true.

Its Andrews fantasy that gave me one of the biggest orgasms I’d had in a while. I’d also had a dream that involved me, Andrew and a double ended dildo so you can imagine what kind of sexually frustrated state I was in. I decided that today would be the day when we reenact Andrews’s fantasy for real.

I rummaged through my bedside drawer and pulled out a pair of stockings. I check they have no ladders or holes searching around for my suspender belt. I decided to wear a pair of red crotch less knickers with a black ribbon on the front. I negotiated my breasts into place to create a nice cleavage now all I had to do was decide on an outfit to wear. In the end I plumped for my black, pencil skirt and red blouse. I left a few buttons undone so my cleavage was visible. I carefully applied my make up before slapping on my obligatory red lipstick that I wear especially for eskort bayan bursa sucking cock. I sprayed on my Chanel, gave myself the one over in the mirror before setting off on my mission.

I entered the shopping centre with its twinkling lights that reflected upon the shiny tiled floor which looked like an accident waiting to happen. Especially as I am tottering over them in three inch red stilettos. I’m unsteady on my feet at the best of times and the shopping centre is teeming with people even though it’s only just past nine o clock. Why the fuck do people feel the need to do their Christmas shopping early? I’d rather pour hot candle was on my clitoris to be honest. In fact that is quite an appealing thought. I have only ever had hot wax poured on my nipples and the guy kept the mould of my nipples on his mantelpiece like a weird trophy.

I walked across the centre until I arrived at River Island. I walked in and spotted Andrew folding up a pile of Fair Isle jumpers. He looked up and smiled when he saw me and I found this encouraging and it made me feel even more daring. I walked over to him and smiled.

“Hey, how’s you?” I ask, my eyes running over his body. His broad shoulders caused my lips to involuntarily pout my approval. Andrew had sleek back hair and intense blue eyes which he lowered taking in my outfit.

“I’m cool thanks, you look gorgeous by the way, are you looking for a Christmas outfit? We have had some new stock arrive this morning.”

“Well, not exactly.” I raised my eyebrows suggestively. “I’ve been thinking about your fantasy and thought that today was as good as any to carry it out.” I gave him one of my slowest sexy smiles and adjusted my blouse.

“You’re joking right?” The shock on Andrews face really was a picture to behold.

“No, I’m deadly serious.” I replied. I looked around the shop. “Its quiet at the moment, we may as well strike while the iron is hot so to speak.”

I looked down at the bulge in Andrews’s pants that told me that despite his altıparmak escort reservations, his cock was ready for action.

“You’re too horny for words.” Andrew murmured.

“Who said anything about words, I don’t think there is any more need for talking do you?” I grinned at him and suppressed the urge to kiss his full lips there and then. Turning on my heel; I walked away, picking up a mini skirt and a blouse off a clothing rails as I made my way to the changing rooms.

The changing rooms were unmanned as I slipped behind the curtain and hung my garments on a peg. I looked in the mirror, puffed up my hair, pouted at my reflection and waited.

With a minute the curtain was pulled back and Andrew stepped inside. It was a cramped affair due to my height and Andrews’s large frame but it felt deliciously naughty and within seconds Andrew was kissing me and I was almost breathless at the anticipation of him fucking me. His hands moved down to my hips and thighs, his fingers stroked the top of my suspenders before he roughly pulled up my skirt. His fingers slipped between the gap in my knickers that exposed my pussy to him. I groaned with pleasure as Andrews tongue probed my mouth while his fingers slipped inside me.

I realised that time was of the essence. What id dint want mid fuck was a tannoy announcement interrupting the action as the asked where their missing member of staff was from the men’s department. On top of that I was in the mood for a rapid hard fuck, the aim to make Andrew cum as quickly as possible.

I turned round which was no mean feat in such a confined space and bent over. I felt Andrews’s hard cock through his trousers as he rubbed himself against me before unzipping his pants as I played with my clit, my pussy almost dripping in expectation.

Andrew pushed his cock inside me and it took all of my self control not to make a noise as I could fell him fill me with his length. Gripping my arse Andrew pulled me into him. Faster and faster he bursa türbanlı escort guided my hips into the rhythm that he wanted and grabbed my hair which was a nice surprise and caused me to gush all over his cock, my juices dripping onto the changing room floor. Andrew must have felt my juices splash against his legs and he leaned forward and whispered in my ear.

“I can’t make a mess in here and I don’t want to shoot my cum all over your skirt.”

“Stick to the fantasy.” I gasped as Andrew groaned. My words had been enough to tip him over the edge. The pace of his fucking upped several gears until it feels almost like a violent assault. His balls banged against my pussy as Andrews cock pushed my insides to the absolute limit. I heard his quietly groan as his hot spunk shot inside me and I felt my pussy filling with Andrews’s cream.

Andrew gathered his composure quickly and slowly pulled himself out of me. Kneeling down he pushed his face in between my legs. His mouth cupped my pussy and he started to suck his cum and my juices from inside me, licking both inside and around the edge of my lips, the tip of his tongue lightly slipping beneath the hood that housed the nub of my pussy as he ensured that not a scrap of sexual mess was left.

The situation was so erotic and horny that I felt myself shudder as an orgasm reached a crescendo before the waves of pleasure pulsated through my body. Once Andrew was sure that he’s cleaned me up thoroughly, he stood up and pulled up his trousers before zipping himself up. He grinned at me and kissed me as I pulled down my skirt.

“That was fucking ace.” He whispered in my ear. “I will get a hard on now every time I look at this changing room.”

“I bet you will.” I gave Andrew a self satisfied smirk; the look of achievement must have been evident on my face.

“I have to go.” Andrew popped his head out of the curtain. Once he had made sure the coast was clear he slipped out leaving me to button up my blouse and retouch my lipstick before I grabbed the two hangars of clothing off the peg. I pulled the curtain back and stepped outside to be greeted by a sales assistant.

“Didn’t you find what you wanted?” she asked as she took the hangars from me.

“Oh, I wouldn’t say that.” I replied winking at her before walking out of the store.

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The call came in at almost midnight. Brooke hopped out of her relaxing bath to respond to the emergency. She threw on a light sundress and some flip-flops, grabbed her keys and phone, and was on her way.

She hurried through the hospital doors at just after 1 a.m. Rosa met her in the waiting room, nearly hysterical.

“I need a favor,” she sobbed. “A huge, huge, huge favor. You can say No. I won’t get mad, I promise. But then I’ll have to do it myself. That would probably be a mortal sin and I’d have to go to Hell. But I’ll do it if I have to.”

“Calm down,” Brooke urged. “Take a breath. Start from the beginning.” Rosa took several deep breaths, but then the tears started to flow, and the hiccups came.

“Relax!” Brooke demanded, pulling Rosa into a tight hug. “Calm down! I’ll do it. Whatever it is, I’ll do it. Just tell me what you need.”

Slowly, between hiccups and sobs, the story came out. Rosa’s brother Matteo had been in a motorcycle accident. He would survive, but he’d suffered multiple fractures in both arms. This was not actually news to Brooke. She hadn’t seen Matteo in years and had never much liked him even then. But Rosa paid close attention to every little thing he did, and she insisted on keeping Brooke in the loop.

Matteo had been in traction for four weeks. He was expected to continue like that for another four. The shattered bits of bone would knit together only if they didn’t shift around. And afterward, the muscles would be so weak, it would take a year of therapy to regain anything close to full function.

“But Matteo’s fucking, worthless, piece of shit girlfriend decided to break up with him,” Rosa spat, “She can’t handle her responsibilities to my brother.”

“What responsibilities?” Brooke asked. “The doctors and nurses are helping him get better. Insurance is covering all the bills, you told me. Beth is a flight attendant. She flies all over the country. She can’t exactly sit by his bed 24/7.”

“She was in town for almost two days. She left at one p.m. yesterday. But when I visited my brother at 1:30, he was popping a boner under the blanket. Beth should have taken care of him before shipping out. Instead, the bitch broke up with him.”

“This is the favor you want?” Brooke asked incredulously. “To get your brother’s rocks off?”

“Well, he can’t do it for himself, not with his arms in traction. And guys aren’t like girls. Guys need to pop on a regular basis. That stuff builds up in their balls and turns sour. They get depressed and moody. They lose confidence. Deprival can even lead to cancers and ulcers and strokes and worse. But you can say No.”

“I already said Yes,” Brooke grumbled. “I won’t go back on my word. But you are going to owe me big time. So, what are we talking about? A handjob in his hospital bed?”

“If that’s all you can do, that’s all you can do,” Rosa said, which meant, of course, that she expected and hoped for a whole lot more.

Brooke glared at her friend and stood up from the table. “What room is he in?”

“318,” Rosa said. “I wrote it down for you.”

Brooke took her time. And she took the stairs. She’d made a commitment, and she’d honour it, but she was in no hurry to make a slut of herself. Time waits for nobody, however. And all too soon, she was standing in front of Matteo’s door, checking the nurse log.

According to the logs, someone was checking in on him every hour. She had about 45 minutes until the next round, 40 to be safe. She had no desire to be caught by a nurse.

Brooke quietly entered the darkened room. She chose to leave the lights off. It was way past visiting hours. She didn’t think anyone was enforcing it, but she didn’t want to tempt fate with a glowing window shining out into the corridor.

Carefully, she approached the bed. Matteo was propped up in a reclining position, as if he were dozing in an easy chair. Brooke studied his shadowed face and listened to him snore. She hadn’t seen him in years, and she was curious what kind of man he’d become.

The mustache suited him, she decided. She didn’t ordinarily like facial hair but it worked for Matteo. He’d been an ugly child and had grown into a much uglier adult. The mustache hid some of his face and was therefore a good thing. A beard, a hat, some sunglasses, and maybe a ski mask would do well for him.

Under normal circumstances, Brooke would not touch him with a ten-foot pole. But she’d made a promise. Very slowly and quietly, so as to avoid waking him, she pulled back the blanket covering his midsection, revealing his blue pajama bottoms.

Gently, she gripped the edges of his fly and pulled it open, until Matteo’s flaccid penis emerged from the opening like a sleepy groundhog, not yet ready to end his hibernation. Brooke did not want to touch him directly yet. Soon, they would be very intimate. But the flesh-on-flesh contact would surely wake him up, and she did not want that to happen until she was fully engaged. No awkward questions, thank you.

She grinned down at the floppy little penis. bursa eskort It was so tiny and cute. An erect cock was impressive. Imposing, commanding, even intimidating. A stiff dick had a specific purpose and the target was the nearest vagina. Even a welcome invader was a shock to the system and the sight of a ready boner could be alarming to a vulnerable female. But flaccid, it was a weird-looking worm.

But time was ticking. The nurse would be here in 38 minutes. Brooke took a deep breath, knelt on the bed, and brought her face down to Matteo’s crotch. She stared at the strange creature for a long moment, then opened her lips and scooped the floppy worm into her mouth.

Matteo gave a little sigh and started waking up. Brooke sucked on his soft little member and it immediately started swelling in her mouth. A spurt of really salty pre-cum oozed onto her tongue. He wasn’t very hard yet, but he was already making noises of distress, moaning and panting, writhing on the bed. It was dark, and she could barely see his face, but he actually looked panicked as he neared orgasm.

The first blast popped hot and bitter on Brooke’s tongue. She’d given only a few blowjobs in her life, but the cum had never tasted like that. And it was usually thick, like egg yolk, not watery like Matteo’s. Rosa had told her that semen went sour if a guy didn’t cum regularly. Brooke hadn’t really believed her. It sounded like a guy’s pathetic attempt to persuade a reluctant date. But maybe there was something to it after all.

She swallowed the first spurt, which was followed quickly by the second and third. She kept gulping it down, as it was now just free-flowing from his dick. She’d never known a guy to cum like that. Matteo gave a long, sighing moan of relief as he poured himself into Brooke’s mouth. She was chugging it dutifully when she suddenly realized that Matteo wasn’t coming. He was pissing. Matteo was pissing right down Brooke’s fucking throat.

She was furious at the sick bastard’s arrogant presumption. Brooke hadn’t consented to this. And she had little choice but to continue drinking his pee. If she released him, he’d piss all over her face and hair when his fountaining dick pulled free of her lips. If she let it dribble out, it would get all over her clothes. The hospital was forty miles from her house. She was NOT driving that distance drenched in piss, stinking up her car. She was NOT letting the bastard ruin the sweater her grandmother had knitted her for Christmas.

So she kept swallowing. Gulp after gulp of the acrid yellow stuff. In college, during the Dorm Olympics, Brooke had won the Beer Chugging event two years in a row. That experience served her well now. Matteo pissed for what seemed like three eternities, Brooke drinking down every drop.

When he was finished, Brooke waited a moment to be sure, then carefully eased back. “Why the fuck did you do that?” she demanded.

“Why did I do that? Are you kidding? Why did you do that?” he asked, completely astonished.

“I was trying to give you a blowjob,” Brooke snarled. “Why the fuck did you piss in my mouth?”

“Why were you giving me a blowjob? I don’t even know you. Do I?”

“Answer the fucking question! Why did you piss in my mouth?”

“Okay! Okay! I had to pee. Really fucking bad. I’m supposed to let the nurse know when she checks on me. She gets a bedpan, points my dick into it, then cleans me up after. I tried to hold back, but I’d been holding it for two hours. The tongue massaging my dick was loosening everything up. I couldn’t stop it. I’m sorry.”

Brooke wanted to be mad. She wanted to hate him. But she’d been there. She’d spent two nights in the hospital after a spider bite. She’d wet the bed twice waiting for nurses. She found herself sympathizing with Matteo’s plight.

“All right,” she said. “I won’t kill you. But I just drank about a gallon of your piss, so I’m not happy with you either.”

“Why were you giving me a blowjob?” he asked. “I don’t even know you.”

“You knew me when we were kids. I’m a friend of your sister. She asked me to do this since you can’t do for yourself.”

“My sister hates me,” Matteo said.

“No,” Brooke disagreed. “She disapproves of your lifestyle, but she doesn’t hate you. The fact that I’m still going to give you a blowjob, even after you peed down my throat, should prove that. I owe your sister big time and this is how she’s calling in the favor.”

Matteo’s dick had gotten huge just from the stimulation he’d already received. Brooke leaned over and took him back into her mouth. He still tasted of piss, but she was going to be burping that odd flavor for the next several hours. It was way too late to start fussing about that now.

At least he was properly hard this time. This was the manly sword that made a girl’s insides lube up in invitation. And she remembered how much fun it could be to blow a man. A puppeteer could pull a few strings and make a marionette dance. But Brooke had even more power over a living human male. She could lick bursa otele gelen escort his balls and make him moan. If she gently sucked the head, letting cool air flow over moist, sensitive flesh, his back would arch and he’d start panting. If she tongue-tickled the tip of him, he would probably yell.

Brooke chose to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock just to watch him writhe and hear him gasp. But that was just a bit of fun for herself.

She had never really liked Matteo. Rosa had assured her that he’d changed in the last fifteen years. He was no longer the arrogant buttwipe bully he’d been in high school. But even Rosa thought he was a drunk with a sleazy job. And even if he did have a reasonable explanation, Brooke hadn’t forgiven him for pissing in her mouth.

Brooke would do this thing, and she’d make him enjoy it. But it would be fast and basic, just to make him blow. No loving cock worship today. This was for duty, not intimacy.

The quickest way to finish a guy from a blowjob, in Brooke’s experience, was to use lips, tongue and fingers together. She took the head of his cock between her lips and licked the sensitive spot where the crown met the shaft. At the same time, she stroked him with one hand and massaged his balls with the other.

She licked tiny little circles on that sweet spot until Matteo was panting in desperation. Then she wet her lips and bobbed up and down on him with quick, shallow motions, passing her lips back and forth across that spongy ridge.

He was close. He was grunting in sweet anticipation of release. Brooke readied herself for the creamy elixir about to pour onto her tongue. It wasn’t the most pleasant-tasting treat, but it was one of the most satisfying. And it was a hell of a lot better than a mouthful of urine.

Suddenly, Rosa’s voice was whispering in her ear. “What the fuck are you doing? That isn’t Matteo!”

Brooke drew back in shock and horror, “Not Matteo? You’re lying. It has to be. I drank his fucking piss!”

“Matteo’s in the next room.”

Brooke stood quickly, and ran to the door, turning on the lights and glaring back at the bed. The man there had both arms in traction, but was at least fifteen years too old.

“You’re not Matteo,” she accused.

“I’m James,” he said.

“You should have told me I was in the wrong room,” she told him.

“I did tell you that my sister hated me,” James said. “Janice would cut my dick off and feed it to her dog. She’d never arrange to have someone suck it.”

Brooke opened the door and went into the hall. The doors to 316 and 318 were next to each other and the nameplate for 318 was right between them. It was a confusing placement. And it was one o’clock in the fucking morning. She was worn out. It was no wonder she’d gotten the wrong room.

As the door closed, Brooke made the mistake of looking back in the room. James was looking back at her, frustrated and forlorn, his dick still poking out, hard and throbbing from Brooke’s unfinished attentions. James hadn’t deserved her attentions, but neither did the real Matteo. And it was cruel to tease.

With a resigned sigh, she grabbed the door before it shut and went back inside. “I hope you appreciate this,” she growled, then came back to the bed and resumed her interrupted blowjob.

This time, she cheated. A blowjob is stimulation of the penis with lips and tongue. Brooke no longer had the patience for that. She put her mouth on his cockhead, licking the underside, and stroking his shaft to achieve the fastest results.

He had been so close before, right on the very edge. It took her less than a minute to bring him back to that state. His whole body went abruptly rigid. A tiny squeak escaped his lips. Then he was coming, spilling his seed onto Brooke’s waiting tongue.

Cum was not Brooke’s favourite flavor. But after all she’d been through to get this man to pop in her mouth, it was a better reward for all her hard work than chocolate or brandy. She let the semen collect on her tongue as James poured his weeks of frustration into her face.

James’ cock was a magnificent instrument. It had poured out a hell of a lot of piss earlier and now it was pumping an impressive amount of sperm into Brooke’s mouth. In more ways than one, his poor dick had been neglected and it had fallen to her to relieve his needs. Feeling sorry for the deprived man, Brooke took every last drop he had to give.

In her experience, guys loved to see their women behave like porn stars. So Brooke let him finish, then eased back and opened her mouth carefully to let James see the cum he’d deposited on her tongue. Then she swallowed it down and showed him it had disappeared down her throat.

James gave out a weak little whimper. There was a dazed and satisfied expression on his face. Brooke was proud of herself. She didn’t give many blowjobs, but she was damn good at it. She tucked his spent little soldier back into his pajama pants and said, “You’re welcome.”

She nilüfer escort walked back to the door, where Rosa had been waiting impatiently for her to finish. She shut off the lights and now led the way out into the hall. She checked her watch as she went next door and entered the correct room. She had 23 minutes until the nurse made her hourly check. She would try to finish in under 10.

Brooke approached the real Matteo, experienced now, with purpose and plan in mind. No more unpleasant surprises. She patted his cheeks until his eyes fluttered open. “Do you have to pee?” she asked.

When he answered yes, Brooke quickly located a bedpan and added a minute to her estimate. She eased his dick out through his fly, pointed it into the pan, and waited for him to answer Nature’s Call. A man’s urination was not something she’d ever paid much attention to before, but the events of the last ten minutes had given her a keen curiosity.

To Brooke’s surprise, the real Matteo started the same way as the fake one. A spurt, a dribble, and then the flow. The genuine Matteo took much less time to finish peeing than the imposter had. But Brooke was honest enough with herself to acknowledge that it might be an illusion. When a girl is drinking the stuff, it seems to go on forever.

When he was through, Brooke tapped him to shake off the last few drops and massaged him to be sure he was empty. Her attentions had the added benefit of giving him a hard-on.

When he was clean enough for her tastes, Brooke bent over the bed, pursed her lips and went down on him. She took her cock slowly into her mouth. Since this Matteo was awake, she thought he should have the visual and sensual benefit of slow, oral penetration.

“What kind of nurse are you?” he gasped, watching his dick disappear between her lips. Since the nurses usually took care of his pissing needs, it seemed an understandable error.

“She’s not a nurse,” Rosa said. “It’s Brooke, Matteo. Remember Brooke?” She had followed her friend into the room this time to make sure her brother got what he deserved. But she kept her eyes closed and her back turned. It was inappropriate for a girl to see her brother getting his dick sucked. But she was listening hard to make sure it happened.

“Brooke?” Matteo said in surprise, adding, “Oh, God!” when she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock. She took him deep in her mouth and licked the base of him. She used her thumbs to gently rub soft circles on his balls.

Brooke only had a few minutes. She had to make this fast. She licked and sucked and stroked him for all she was worth. Her whole world was reduced to the penis in her hands and mouth. But every time she got him close, he started going soft on her and she had to start over.

“I’m sorry,” he panted. “I’m sorry. It’s not going to work. I can’t come from blowjobs.”

“Why the fuck not?” Brooke broke off to ask. “What kind of guy can’t come from a blowjob? Most guys would do anything to blow in a girl’s mouth.”

“Teeth,” Matteo answered meekly. “I’m afraid of teeth. I got a nasty scrape once.”

“Dammit!” Brooke snapped. Her pride was at stake. She’d made a promise to Rosa and she was determined to keep it. But she’d promised herself she could finish Matteo in ten minutes, modified to eleven because of his need to pee first. A quick check of her watch told her she had just over four minutes left. Luckily, she’d just thrown on a light sundress when Rosa had called her on this mad mission. In her swift response to the “emergency,” Brooke had skipped bra and panties.

She quickly mounted the bed and straddled Matteo. She lifted her dress, took hold of the cock, and guided it into herself. She was plenty wet for him. Despite her grumbling, this adventure had turned her on. In less than one half-hour’s time, she’d let a complete stranger come in her mouth. She’d even let a complete stranger piss in her mouth. She hadn’t exactly enjoyed it, but it was the nastiest, dirtiest thing she’d ever done in her life. Now she was fucking her friend’s brother in a hospital room, where anyone might walk in and catch her. She felt like a whore. It was enough to wet any girl’s pussy.

And she suddenly became aware that she had an audience. The room was dark, and she hadn’t noticed before, but Matteo had a roommate. There was a rapt face peeking out from behind a privacy curtain. What the hell, she figured. Let him look. Let him ogle. She rode Matteo’s cock, feeling him filling up her deepest places. And she pulled off the sundress, letting it fall to the floor. She arched her back and thrust out her tits, inviting the roommate’s eyes to feast.

Forbidden sex, stolen sex, is always so much hotter than the regular Wednesday night. She was doing this for Matteo. She was doing this for Rosa. But the taste of James’ cum on her lips, the feel of Matteo’s cock in her cunt, and the sense of the roommate’s eyes on her tits was affecting her more than she realized. The orgasm hit Brooke completely by surprise.

The slow-motion explosion ignited in her clit, primed by the drilling dick, fueled by the liquid heat her pussy was producing, and sparked by the hot eyes of the roommate. Brooke grabbed Matteo’s shoulders for stability, then rapid-humped the cock inside her, stabbing her own cunt over and over and over.

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Amy Lynn Steele tried to choke back the tears as she watched the blue Chevy van make a large swing in the driveway and then head up the dirt road past her farmhouse. With the tires kicking up some rocks, and spewing dust in billowing clouds past the pansies that encircled the black mail box, Amy’s in-laws honked their horn twice as they gained speed and threaded their way between the hayfield on the right, and the lower pasture on the left. With no one to see her cry, Amy openly wept; her tears streaming down the smooth skin of her cheeks as she felt the anguish of letting her in-laws take her infant daughter for the day. It was the first time her two month old had been out of her sight, and while deep inside she knew Alyson would be just fine, Amy tasted the saltiness of a tear that had trickled over her lip and entered her small mouth. Wiping the tears away with her hand, Amy longed to give her daughter one last kiss on the forehead, but she knew had other obligations as well.

With new resolve, Amy tried to forget her daughter for the moment as she grabbed a wicker basket she had prepared earlier in the day and stepped across the threshold of their sliding glass door that lead to her back deck. Already her mood had improved as being outside on a warm and sun filled day always did. She started to descend the wooden steps to the back lawn, but before she did, she stopped to remove her shoes. Since they were white canvas sneakers, there was no real need to unlace them before she pried each one off from her feet in turn and nonchalantly tossed them onto the deck, not caring that one landed upside down.

Being a farmers wife, there was not a lot of opportunities to go barefoot on the farm, but whenever she could, Amy did, as much for her benefit as for her husband’s. Since it was not quite noon, the short grass of the lawn was still damp from evening dew and Amy knew her canvas sneakers would have been soaked only a few minutes into her hike across the upper hay field.

With a group of sheep nickering near the sheep barn, Amy ducked under a barb wire fence and entered the hay field. Here the grass was much taller, but also a deep dark color from the orchard grass and timothy that stood up tall and bent over in waves as the gentle breeze rolled across the hilly New England terrain. Because of this type of grass, not only was she glad she was barefoot, Amy was glad she had chosen to wear her favorite floral print, black and pink sun dress with a hemline that hovered between the midway point between her knees and waistline. At this height, the orchard grass and timothy, which was just starting to head out, kept her dress from getting wet from the dew. Closer to the ground was the thicker, but shorter, white clover that hung onto the dew with ferocity and sent up a wonderful sent of spring dampened grass that was as intoxicating in aroma as a bouquet of flowers.

Just over the rise Amy could hear her husband working the field with his tractor. Amy often teased that he loved and cared for his 8830 New Holland more then he loved her or the baby. While she knew that was not true, she knew he was content to be inside it, the door closed up tight to block out the engine sounds as the radio played and the plow behind him sunk deep into the soil and overturned the sod.

She could almost tell where he was in the field just by the tone of the two hundred horsepower engine. It labored slightly as he ran up the right side of the field, a portion of ground that was uphill, and eased off a bit as he started down the left side which was of course downhill. As Amy walked steadily upwards, she could see the plume of black smoke as one of the plow points hit a rock, but had to hike a few hundred feet more before she could actually see the blue and white tractor. At that distance she could smell the earthen fragrance of the overturned soil, the smell of diesel smoke in the air, and of course the ever present smell of the fresh green grass under her feet.

Once on top of the little knoll, Amy had a commanding view of the countryside. It was one of her most favorite parts of the farm, a location where she could see almost all of the four hundred acres they owned, their farmhouse and the sheep barns. Here though, she could also see the big blue and white tractor dragging behind it a red, seven bottom plow that cut savagely into the soil, flipping it over and exposing fresh green grass into crumbling dirt. Amy was hardly upset at what her husband was doing, because while the grass field was iconic, she also knew the beauty of the farm was the quality of the soil located here. A deep rich loamy gravel; crop rotation was not only the only viable way to raise sheep; it also broke up compaction, aerated the soil and allowed for a higher tonnage of winter feed for the sheep. Ducking under another barb wire fence, Amy made no hesitation about stepping onto the deeply furrowed field even though she had no shoes to protect her delicate feet from eskort bayan gorukle being cut by the many rocks and exposed ledge rock that made farming in Maine so difficult.

Despite the rocky soil she stepped on, Amy swooned at the sight of the tractor. She could remember the euphoria of actually buying the farm from her father-in-law a year before. With a new wedding band on her left ring finger, their excitement manifested itself by making love in all manner of places, including the old farmhouses slate countertops, inside the hay mound of the barn and of course inside the New Holland tractor. Of all the places Scott and her had made love over the last year, it was the tractor that Amy remembered vividly. Perhaps it was the importance of the machine to the farms profitability, or perhaps it was how wet her panties got as she watched her husband drive the thing with such skilful dexterity. Either way, as Amy walked closer to the tractor, anticipating where she could intercept it, she reminisced about having sex in such a powerful piece of equipment.

“Are you ever coming home”, Amy remembered asking Scott when she saw the tractor for the first time? Scott’s mom had given her a plate of food to take to Scott and specific directions on which roads to take to get to the isolated field Scott was disc harrowing. With the lights of her husband’s pickup truck piercing the darkness, Amy had been worried that she was in the wrong field and would get stuck until she saw the tractor working the field, its own powerful lights illuminating an acre or more of the ground as it pulverized sod with a plethora of steel discs that it towed behind it.

“It’s planting season Hon, I really don’t know when I am coming home except that when this field is done, and it is taking more passes then I expected.”

“Well maybe I should have stated that different; when are you coming to bed,” she asked as she struck a sexy little pose?

Amy was not wearing anything overtly sassy, but with her thumbs shoved into the front pockets of her denim blue jeans, the pant legs of which were stylishly rolled up to her calves and an outfit completed with a pair of white flip flops, and ankle bracelet festooned around her left ankle and maroon polo shirt, her young innocent look was sexy enough. Illuminated by a light in the rear fender of the tractor, Amy bent one knee, pointed the toe of her flip flop in the dirt, and tilted her head to the right to get her point across. As a grin spread across Scott’s face, Amy formed her own smile and looked Scott square in her eye with her own big blue eyes.

“We don’t need to go to bed to do what you want.”

“No, but it’s freezing out?”

“So we’ll do it in the tractor and turn the heat on.”

Amy paused for a moment thinking about her options. They were in a distant field in the middle of the night so getting caught was as remote as the field they were in, and even if they did get caught, having only been married for a month, the newly weds would have been excused. Amy cast a glance at the tractor that was less then clean as Scott’s boots had dropped mud onto the floor of the cab, and dust kicked up from disc harrow had coated ever surface of the interior of the cab. It was not the ideal place to have sex, but Amy and Scott had engaged in wonderful sex in the backseat of her car, and so having sex in the tractor had a powerful appeal.

“Would that make me a tractor slut?”

“No, just a kinky farm wife,” Scott said knowing Amy loved the fact that she was now married.

“I am your wife and if you want to take me in a tractor, I’ll let you,” Amy said as she bit her lower lip and smiled at her husband.

A second later Amy followed Scott into the tractor not really sure how they were going to pull it off, but knowing that Scott had some ideas. For Scott getting ready meant just tugging down his jeans and underwear as he sat in the comfortable seat of the tractor. For Amy, getting ready was a bit more difficult. She couldn’t exactly do the sexy little strip tease she wished she could do for him, but the fact that she was willing to have sex in such a machine was certainly appeal enough.

Amy started with her polo shirt, and while she did not need to be naked, she knew that was what Scott wanted. She awkwardly pulled the shirt off in the low ceiled cab and then removed her bra, letting her ample breasts spring loose as Scott killed the engine, shut off the operating lights, but switched on the interior dome light so that he could see his bride. Just as clumsily her jeans came next, and Amy could see Scott’s growing excitement as her tight jeans were pushed down and her panties slowly came into view. Nearly falling over as she tried to pull her tight fitting folded over pant legs off her feet, she was struggling because she tried to do so over her flip flops. When it became blazingly clear that she would not be able to keep her flip flops on despite the mud on the mudanya escort floor, Amy gave up all caution to wind and removed her flip flops, then the jeans, and ignored the mud under her bare soles of her feet. Scott had already put his hands on his wife’s slender hips and worked them down to her knees.

“Scott,” she said as if she objected, but Scott knew she had no objections to him helping her take his clothes off. In the past he had done it using only his teeth; he had done so on their wedding night, and had done it while she was hopelessly tied to all four corners of the bed posts. Now as she whisked her panties off her feet, she knew there was only one position they could take in the fairly confined space of the cab. Scott flipped up both arm rests of the tractor seat, adjusted the air ride seat with a bit more air as Amy faced him and sat in his lap.

Amy was not sure what touched her first, Scott’s lips upon hers, or the tip of his cock as she reached underneath it and gently steered I towards her sex. She was not overly wet as there had been little foreplay, but undressing in such a unique place, and seeing her husband’s erection pulsate in anticipation of being inside her was enough to dampen her insides. She also knew the unique position would help, as her own body weight would help to sink Scott’s shaft fully inside her.

Scott seemed to understand this too and helped prep Amy’s body by stealing light kisses at first, and then romantically invading her mouth with his tongue. Amy truly felt as she was being ravished by her husband as his tongue and his shaft entered her simultaneously. A deep feeling of passion overtook her as she felt the operator’s seat bottom out from both of their bodies compressing it, and then without being able to descend any more, Scott’s cock began sliding deep into her sex. In fact Amy was not sure if she had ever been taken so deeply when Scott finally came to rest. With her hips rotated backwards, and her legs splayed wide with her bare feet pressed tightly against the back window, it was the perfect position in which to be entered.

“Oh my God,” Amy murmured through Scott’s lips as Amy realized she was in complete control. With her position on top of Scott, she could regulate the speed in which he sent his shaft in and out of her by manipulating her body up and down on his shaft. And the feeling was liberating. Because her hips were rotated backwards, Scott’s pelvis was rubbing on her clit, exciting her in ways that having sex on the bed never could.

Scott knew he could still do more then sit there with the euphoric feeling of his shaft deeply impaled in his wife’s body. Knowing his wife was a hopeless romantic, he continued to kiss her with zeal that could only come from the life time commitment of marriage. With head tilted, his mouth completely open and his tongue lashing her tongue with longing and love, Amy swooned with passion from it all. Part of her felt that Scott’s passion came from having spent years inside the cab of a tractor, his mind endless thinking as the sod behind him was pulverized and he inevitably wondered what it would be like to have sex in a tractor. But Amy knew that was only part of it, the real reason they were making love with such ferocity was that he truly loved her.

With that powerful thought, Amy began to increase her tempo, the seat rising and falling upon its cushion of air as Amy sent her husband thrusting inside her in a rather fast pace. Normally she liked to take it slow, letting her body build up to a credenza, but today with her clit being rubbed in unison, she was building to a very fast orgasm. Breaking the open mouthed kiss, she began to moan and pant in time with the thrusts. Already their built up heat was starting to steam the numerous windows up and she could no longer keep her eyes open.

Amy really did not need too; she could envision her husband’s young, stout form rippling from years of farm work. That was all she really needed to see, for the dirty floor, empty cans of soda and bolts laying on the tractor cab floor was more of a distraction than anything else. And certainly she did not need her eyes open to smell her husband’s unique scent that Amy was so familiar with. Hardly offensive, it was her’s and her’s alone and knew no other woman knew of it, much less appreciated it as much as her. Amy also knew she had her own sweet fragrance, especially with Scott slipping in and out of her sex with abandon, and even if it would linger in the cab for hours, it would not bother her husband any as he finished tilling the field.

Scott kept trying to reinsert his mouth onto hers, but as Amy bounced wildly up and down upon his shaft, the moving target was bobbing way to wildly for Scott to plant a kiss with any accuracy. Willing to let his wife take what she wanted, he began to close his eyes and tried to think about anything but the wondrous feeling he felt welling up in his balls. bursa evi olan escort It was all too familiar of a feeling, and while often times Scott could think of other things and delay his release, he knew in this circumstance there was no way he would be able too. Amy was riding him with rapidity and he found her inner walls snug, slick and descended upon his entire shaft with each thrust.

“Amy I’m close”, he said as he always did just before getting off. He had no idea why, because while it seemed like he was asking for permission, the reality was he could not stop it any more then he could change the commodity prices of lamb. Still there was no need to delay the inevitable because Amy was even closer. She had been building up to a powerful climax from the very moment Scott had entered her, and the inadvertent rubbing of her clit had spurned her on to an incredible orgasm. That burst forth with one final plunge and as her voice moaned out, it spurned her husband’s release as well.

As they climaxed together, each one in turn nearly passed out from the incredible pleasure of it all. Amy’s inner walls quivered with power, milking Scott’s balls of every drop of come it could produce. As powerful ejaculation after ejaculation pumped into her vagina, Scott and Amy could both feel their juices intermingling as never before, a product of their unique position that invaded all their senses and made the moment almost too much for each of them to handle.

“Oh my God”, Amy said as a moment of silence and inactively allowed the two of them to retreat from the cloud of pleasure that true marital sex allowed. She did not say it, but a mutual climax had only occurred twice before in their relationship and she knew the memory of this lovemaking session would live with her forever. “God Scott I love you so much.”

“I love you too”, Scott said in turn, finally opening his eyes from the near blackout he had due to the intensity of his orgasm.

Now as Amy watched Scott drive the tractor across the field, she had no way of knowing that Scott was thinking about that night as well. He longed for a repeat of that night, as he spent hours inside the cab and it was only natural to want to incorporate the farm, the tractor and his true love into one pleasurable moment.

Now though that Scott could see Amy stepping across each furrow; for a moment was concerned something was wrong as she did not have the baby with her. That fear subsided as he watched her movements and realized she was moving in too much of a care-free way to need him for any sort of emergency. He also knew as he drew closer that she was wearing his favorite sundress. Light and airy, a little short and a little tight, Scott had always loved how she looked in it, and while the recent baby had filled it out a little bit more then last year, Scott still found her attractive as all husband’s do who truly love their wives.

As he drew within twenty feet of her, he was merely going to stop and pick her up, keeping the plowing going as she rode around with him in the tractor, but when Scott saw that she was barefoot and carrying a picnic basket, he knew Amy wanted far more then lunch. Slipping the throttle back to an idle, Scott shifted the big tractor into neutral before turning the key and pulling the plunger that shut off the loud and powerful engine. With a flick of his wrist, he popped open the left side door and Amy watched with amazement as her strong husband decided the steps from the cab and walked the twenty feet over to her.

“Where is Amber”, Scott asked as Amy stood on her tippy-toes to greet her husband with a kiss, their lips connecting just as he finished his question? Scott broke the kiss after their lips touched in a loving, but less then romantic way, at which Amy was not about to let him off so easily. Letting her answer wait, Amy wrapped her arms around her husband and kissed him for a full ten seconds, letting her tongue connect and lash with his until there was no question that she loved him and only him, and what she had trekked all into the field for.

“She is with your parent’s”, Amy said, her seductive smile unable to hide her passion from the kiss they had just shared.

“So you brought me lunch then?”

“Yeah I brought lunch,” Amy said with a slight heft of the wicker basket as proof. “I hated to let her go, but I know it’s important for her grandparents to have some alone time with her, and between the farm work and the baby, we have not had much time alone either.”

“Well I was hoping to get this field plowed up before nightfall but…”, he said, his words trailing off as Amy shot him a dirty look, and standing in her little sundress and bare feet, Scott knew that grabbing some sandwiches and eating while plowing was not part of her plans. Taking a glance back at the tractor, Scott realized it would be just fine and started after Amy who was headed toward the top of the knoll.

As the two of them walked, Scott could not help but reach out with his hand and cup her right ass cheek and give it a little squeeze. He was not sure what he expected, either from Amy as a reaction, but he expected to feel something underneath, failing to feel anything, he could not help but quiz his wife.

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Valentina was a single mother that was born on February 14, 1976. She was always picked on due to her name and birthdate, but she loved it and tended to be into all the romantic things in life. It made her a better person as she took the time to look for the love in people and the good no matter what the situation was. She lived in Michigan and her children were grown and off on their own. She worked hard on raising them the right way and scrimped and saved for a long time. She was going to reward herself this year, and she was going to celebrate her birthday in style and not alone. Every year she was forced to spend her birthday alone, and this year she was determined not to spend it that way this year. She had been talking with her friend, Jason, over the six months and they had grown close. Jason lived in Florida ironically right around the area that she spent half her life when she was younger. Last night inspiration struck and she gave Jason a call.

“Hey Jason how are you? Do you have any plans for the fourteenth? No? Well that is great! Hey listen do you mind if I came down and visited you for a couple days? Great I will see you then.” Valentina spoke into the phone as she sat on the edge of the couch. Suddenly excited for the first time in a long time she hung up the phone and jumped up and screamed out “Hell yes finally a good time is in store!” She took her time to pack just the right clothing that she knew that Jason would like. She packed the thongs and bikini sets, and the silky sheer nighty. Then she added the three dresses that she owned, and then her favorite jean skirt that barely covered her ass soon joined the clothing in the suitcase and she was done packing. There she was done now all she had to do was get in the car get gas, and she was on her way.

Eighteen hours later she pulled into the local Holiday Inn, and got settled into her room. She promptly fell asleep as she had drove straight through, and she knew that being around Jason she would need her all her energy. She knew that he was into all the things that she ever dreamed of in a sexual sense. They met on an adult literature website, and they flirted with each other on and off for a few days before they exchanged messenger ID’s. They had spent the last 6 months at least becoming friends and chatting with each other over the messenger service. She was confident that she would have one heck of a good time. He was into the same things that she dreamed of doing, but never had the guts to come out and do.

The next morning she woke up and took a shower sneaking a play with her wet pussy while thinking of Jason. She finished her shower and got out and dried off. She put on a matching strapless bra and thong set that was pink and lacy. Then she pulled on her favorite blue jean skirt and pink button down shirt that she left the three top buttons open showing off her ample cleavage. She put her long blonde hair into a ponytail and slipped on some shoes. Looking at herself in the mirror she found that she looked halfway decent. She got into the car she got Jason’s address out of her pocket and put the information in her GPS. Fortunately for her she was familiar with the area a little having spent her half of her life down here. It only took about ten minutes to get to Jason’s house from the motel. Checking her reflection out in the rear view mirror, and wiping her sweaty hands off on her skirt she drew in a sharp breathe and exhaled slowly.

Jason must have been watching for me, because as I walked up he opened up the door by the time I got up to the porch. “Hey, Valentina, you are finally here it is so nice to meet you in real life. How was the trip? Come on in you must be exhausted. Do you want a beer?” Jason said as he looked at me from head to toe and back escort bayan up then smiled at me. He led the way into the house, and I followed him as I took in all the beauty of his house. I closed the door behind me and followed him into the kitchen.

“This is a nice place you have here. The trip was long but not too bad of a drive. Actually I left about an hour after I talked with you on the phone. Yes, I would like a beer.” I slightly blushed after admitting to Jason I had left immediately after talking with him. I took the beer from Jason’s offered hand opened it and took a gulp of it. I leaned against the table with my hip and studied him. He had brown hair in a buzz cut and brown eyes with a golden tan. He looked perfect in my eyes. “I am glad you said that I could come see you while I was in Florida anyways. I needed to get away and I most certainly did not want to be alone today of all days.” I stated wondering if he would remember that today is Valentine’s Day along with my birthday. Everyone always remembered the romantic day, but hardly anyone remembered my birthday. He did not disappoint me.

“That is right today is…” Jason paused and scratched his head, “your birthday today. Happy Birthday Valentina!” he teased me then walked over and took the beer and set it down on the table. Then he kissed me slow, passionate and full of determination. His tongue gently probed my lips open and explored my mouth, and soon our tongues danced together as my foot popped up off the ground. His hands moved around my thick waist and pulled me close to him, and my hands wrapped around his neck as we continued to kiss for a while. Almost reluctantly he broke the kiss and whispered, “I hope you will enjoy what I have planned for your birthday, Valentina. That is such a pretty name.”

What he said made my pulse race and made me feel special for once in my life. “Thank you.” I whispered back as I gazed into his eyes. After what seemed like forever I finally pulled myself out of Jason’s embrace. “I hate to break such a tender moment up, but I got to use your bathroom. Where is it?” I asked my face slightly pink in color.

Jason pulled himself together and showed me where the bathroom was. He waited until I was done and led me back into the kitchen. We laughed and joked around for a couple of hours while he was cooking dinner. He made the meal he always had bragged about in our chats that he would make me if I ever came to visit. We had catfish, cheese grits, hushpuppies and coleslaw. It was one of the best meals that I had in a long time. I helped you clear the table and together we did the dishes. “Okay Valentina, you are not alone today, and you did not have to spend your birthday being bored. You have had the romantic dinner for two, and I assume you enjoyed it. You did correct?” Jason asked me as he led the way into the living room.

“Yes, Jason, I did enjoy dinner. I am grateful for not being alone today with it being Valentine’s Day and my birthday.” I replied to you after I walked into the living room.

I only made it just inside the door when I was pushed back against the wall. Jason kissed me rough and thoroughly which made me weak at the knees. His hands took ahold of my breasts and squeezed them. He broke the kiss, took off my shirt and as I gasped he tasted my tits one at a time. Then he stopped and said, “Good I am glad you feel that way. Now show me just how grateful you are on your knees slut.”

I dropped to my knees topless with my tits exposed. I undid Jason jeans and slid his boxers down. I ran my tongue over his balls as licked them and kissed them which made them wet. I put them in my mouth one at a time and rolled them around with my tongue as I gently sucked on them as my fingers were lightly teasing bursa merkez escort his cock. My fingers ran up and down his cock and rubbed lightly over the piss hole. I licked lower down to his asshole at first I licked it then I pressed my tongue in for a few times. I licked and kissed my way up to his cock my tongue danced around the tip of it as it teased his piss hole before finally took his cock into my mouth and went all the way to the base of his cock. I started to suck him fast as I never took my eyes off of Jason. I wondered what his reaction would be.

Jason watched me as I went to work on his cock. “God damn yes mmmm,” he moaned as he put his hands on my head and he curled his fingers in my hair.

After sucked Jason for a few minutes while his cock was all the way in my throat I eased my mouth off of his cock, and said, “I am glad you like that. I love sucking your cock,” then I spat on Jason’s cock which made it wet. I started to bob my head on his cock slowly at first then I increased my speed as I did long deep strokes soft at first then got harder and deeper with each stroke of my mouth.

With both hands on my head as he watched my mouth he said, “mmmmm, Fuck you are a great cocksucker.”

“Mmmhmmm,” I moaned as I continued to suck Jason’s cock faster, and I grabbed his ass to make him go deeper into my mouth and throat as my tongue rubbed on his cock inside my mouth.

Jason kept hands in my hair as he moaned and watched me. “God, I love how you suck my fat cock. You got a fucking talented mouth.”

What Jason said inspired me to go more fast and deeper as my hands gripped his ass and for a minute, my nails dig into his ass. Instantly, I remembered my place and immediately loosened my grip as I sucked his cock even faster and more hard.

Jason gripped my head at that point and started to work his cock in and out of my mouth. As he fucked my face hard and fast he moaned. I moaned around his cock to let him know I enjoyed the way he was handling me. My tongue danced around Jason’s cock then I parted my lips a little at the base of his cock to let my tongue come out and lick on his balls a little. Jason moaned, “mmmmmm yes.” I sucked him faster and harder as I brought one hand around to play gentle like with his balls. “Gonna cum,” Jason moaned as he increased the speed he fucked my face. I sucked him faster and harder as I tried to milk out his cum, because I wanted to taste him. “CUMMING!!!!” He yelled out as he exploded into my mouth which I started to swallow right away. As he had not expected me to swallow Jason exclaimed, “Mmmmmmmm fuck!” Jason took his cock from my mouth and walked over to the couch and said, “Fuck, mmmmmm, you suck cock so fucking good!”

Blushing I stood up and walked over then sat next to him on the couch. “You really think so?” I asked him. In answer to my question, Jason pushed me down on the couch. He leaned down and pushed up my skirt revealing my pink thong. He glanced at me and grinned his fingers traced my thong. He moved the thong off to the side then he spat on my clit and started to suck on it. Almost as soon as he started I moaned, “Mmmm ohhhh fuck, Jason, I hoped it would feel this way.” He looked at me as he slid his tongue deep in my wet pussy. He rubbed his nose on my clit as he started to tongue fuck me. I breathed harder as I moaned louder, “Ohhh Jason!” He continued eating my pussy with his tongue worked in and out and made me squirm. “Mmm you have such a talent,” I said as I started to shake my hands gripped the couch next to me. In response to that Jason looked up raised his head and slapped my clit which caused me to rock my hips forward. He dove back into eating my pussy more intensified which in turn made me whimper, gürsu escort “Oh!! Jason fuck you are going to make me cum,” as I shook and trembled against your tongue. Jason increased his speed and tongue play, “Mmmmmm baby! Mmmm fuck!” I cried out as my hips went wild shaking as my juices flowed. He moaned as he drank in my juices.

Jason took his mouth off my pussy and said, “On your knees slut,” as he ripped my thong off of my ass. He positioned me on my knees on the couch with my tits pressed against the back of the couch, and then got behind me and pressed his rock hard cock into my pussy. He drove his cock into my pussy pounding it in and out fast and hard, “Damn your pussy is so damn tight,” he moaned. He smacked my ass with one hand and pulled on my hip with the other.

“Ohhh fuck! You fill me up so much!” I cry out as I started to tremble while I started to push my hips back to meet his cock. Jason pounded my pussy harder as he smacked my ass and then reached in front of me to grab my tit with one hand. The other hand grabbed my hair and pulled me back against him. He pinched my nipples as he slammed into my pussy then he grinded against my body with each thrust. I tightened my pussy around your cock as I met you thrust for thrust. “Oh yes, fuck me, Jason, fuck me hard!” I moaned as he fucked me with more force and speed. He made me cum hard, and I soaked his cock with my juices. He pulled out of my pussy and slammed into my ass. He fucked my ass hard and rough as he pulled my hair. He groaned as he shot his hot cum deep into my ass.

“Damn girl, you got a tight pussy and tighter ass,” he growled into my ear as he collapsed against me. Once Jason grew soft he pulled out of my ass and sat next to me. I turned on the couch and smiled at him. “Well, how do you like your birthday so far?” Jason asked me.

“Oh yes, Jason I have loved every second of it! Thank you so much for letting me come and visit you,” I told him. We sat there for the next few hours as we talked in between having more sex. Finally I went to get dressed and asked him if I could use his phone to call the hotel to rent it another night. Jason told me just to stay there tonight so I did. “Well in that case, let’s go in your bedroom and get more comfortable. I want to show you just how much I appreciate you,” I stood up and offered my hand to Jason. He took my hand and stood kissed me then led the way to his bedroom. He lay down on the middle of the bed, and I crawled in bed with him and kissed Jason, then kissed his neck, chest and stomach as I settled myself between his legs my hands ran along his body. Once I reached Jason’s cock I kissed it softly on the head and ran my tongue over the tip which made it dance in and around his piss hole. I kept eye contact I licked his cock lower on the side of it as I slid lower my tongue barely touched his cock as it moves down to his balls. I licked and sucked on each of his balls and rolled them in my mouth as my hand lightly stroked his cock. I spent ample time as I licked and sucked on Jason’s balls. I licked lower over his asshole to tease it which made it wet before I pushed in with my tongue as I stroked his cock. I slowly pushed my tongue in and out of his asshole.

“Fuck yes, mmmm so good. Eat my ass slut,” Jason moaned as he watched and enjoyed my actions. I slightly increased my speed with my hand as I started to tongue fuck his ass. “God yes, mmmm it feels so good,” Jason moaned more loudly. Then I stopped fucking his ass with my tongue as rose up and attacked his cock with my mouth after I spat on it. I plunged his cock into my mouth deep and hard as I deep throated it the first time as my hands gripped his ass I started to suck his cock with wild abandon. “Hell fuck yes, suck that cock,” Jason said as he thrust his cock deep into my throat. I sucked his cock fast and hard going deeper with each thrust until he came again. I swallowed it very quick and popped his cock out of my mouth, and I crawled up and lay in his arms. With his arms around me we both drifted off to sleep.

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