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The unique way a unique woman celebrates her promotion to MD of Global Mergers and Acquisitions for a major investment bank, by getting royally fucked in a variety of ways.

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Chapter 1

As Charley boarded the SAS flight to Copenhagen at Heathrow, she knew she was starting the real celebration of her promotion.

She had made it to the top job in Mergers and Acquisitions in the bank. Her dream had come true, her ambition had been achieved. She was the global head of M & A for Goddards, big G as it was known everywhere.

She had firstly celebrated in New York the day she had received the expected news

“Congratulations Charley, the job is yours,” the Chairman of the bank had said shaking her hand.

Her celebration that night was, to say the least, a little unusual. It was having a male and female hooker come to her suite at the Pierre Hotel and for her to fuck both of them. That the agency she bought her sex from in New York had seen fit to send a free sample later in the evening, was simply an additional bonus. And that they had the thoughtfulness to send Carl, the male hooker who had been her first black, paid for fuck, was just more icing on the cake. Nice icing though, for he fucked her brains out with his huge dick that Charley had so fallen for.

That had been unplanned, well Carl that is, not the other two, for she had booked them from the first class lounge at Heathrow just as she was about to fly to New York. She usually did that when she was going to be away for a few days, as she was so often.

Some time age she had discounted a traditional lifestyle. Her work and ambition precluded that. Seventy and eighty hour, always six and often seven day weeks didn’t leave much time for dating. Her enormous drive and clear ambition to get to the top in the male bastion of mergers and acquisitions put her apart from most men. She scared the shit out of all but the few that were as driven and determined as she, and most she met like that, worked in the business as lawyers, bankers or accountants. Charley had made a vow when she took the first step up the banking ladder after leaving London University with a good degree, never to mix business with pleasure. So far she had kept that vow, so she owed nobody any favours and had no dependence on anyone in the industry. Alright, it meant some called her aloof, many thought of her as the ice maiden and not a small number were convinced she was lesbian. Typical men, she often thought, just because I don’t let them get in my knickers I must be gay.

Charley was far from being a lesbian. True, she was bisexual and could get as much pleasure from sex with a lovely woman as she could from a hunky man, but she didn’t categorise her sexuality. She enjoyed it so she bought it when and where she wanted with men and women and both. To organise that safely and conveniently, she had built up a network of highly reliable, totally discrete agencies in the major cities she visited as part of her job, Frankfurt, Dubai, New York, Paris and recently Mumbai and Beijing. And as she had on her last trip to New York for the final interview for the Global MD job, she set up her “dates” just as she was about to board her flight. Why? Just a tradition really she thought.

She didn’t have time to develop relationships, shit she didn’t really have time to meet anyone apart from people she did business with. She never went anywhere to meet people like that; she didn’t know any, other than a few school and uni friends and family. Her entire life revolved around her job. Its demands consumed every minute she had; her work load was punishing and the traveling schedule enormously daunting. But she found all of that a turn on. Business in general, banking in particular and doing M & A especially was, to Charley, just like sex. To her, winning a negotiating, making a deal or securing a takeover was like having an orgasm. She had often sat in meetings talking her way to a successful outcome, her victory making her wet herself, and not through a weak bladder either!

Now she had done it, she had got the job she had set her heart on ten years ago when she had joined the bank. So now it was time to celebrate. That meant a number of things. The hookers in New York, a visit to a spa in the Cotswolds and now, a trip to Denmark. A trip that was pure indulgence. Not only was she taking three days off work, such a rarity her colleagues had asked if she was ill, but she was going to stay at a spa. A very special spa. It had been recommended to her by Brad, the Australian masseur who had been one of her earliest sorties into paid sex in London.

Brad was a chartered physiotherapist. He had moved to London after qualifying in Melbourne and was just about making ends meet working for a small practice a few miles outside London, in Essex. By chance, he had stumbled on what turned out to be a goldmine, giving mainly middle aged ladies orgasms on his massage table. Often nothing was said, nothing acknowledged, nothing diyarbakır escort passed between him and his patients, nothing that is other than an orgasm and one, two or three fifty pound notes.

That was how he started. Ladies with sports or other injuries visiting the practice and succumbing to his tantalisingly suggestive and wickedly inviting hands and fingers. A banking friend of Charley’s told her about him. “It’s only twenty minutes by car and he works most evenings,” her friend had advised, adding. “And by God does he make you cum.”

The prospect of that immediately interested Charley. The more she thought about it the more excited she became. As she realised she wouldn’t have to take the risk of letting an agency, and even more importantly, an escort, know her address, so the idea became even more appealing. And as she imagined herself on a massage table with some hunky Aussie shoving his fingers up her pussy, she became positively aroused, several times. As she thought about the prospect of what might happen, so she suddenly realised that her lower back was sore!

Brad had made that and the more acute ache in the pit of her stomach go away, very quickly. The former by using the mouse of the ultra sound machine on her back, the latter by shoving three fingers up her cunt and hand fucking her until she had a lovely orgasm. He was every bit as good as her colleague had suggested.

He moved on. He left the physiotherapist practice and set up his own visiting massage service. It was a phenomenal success. He recruited others to help him, all Aussies and all part or fully qualified physios. Charley continued using Brad’s and his colleagues’ services as he expanded to offering two person massages, the two persons being of same or different sexes. Charley had become somewhat of an addict for that. It was quick, easy, not messy and hugely arousing, to have a tasty girl licking her pussy as she sucked a young Australian cock. From the outset, Brad’s services had been different, there was no penetrative sex.

Brad’s business grew and grew until he had over twenty permanent staff and he had associations with the top three or four escort agencies in London. Within a couple of years his business was servicing, one way or another, most of the “lonely married women” or “tired business women” passing through London and staying at the top hotels.

Charley had helped him with finance when he was getting going and her payback was a massage by him now and then. Nothing organised or planned, just two old friends meeting when the fancy took them to indulge themselves in the other’s body. And still, after almost two years now, Charley had never been fucked by Brad. Odd!

“The Danes have this amazing attitude towards sex,” he was telling her as his strong hands ran up and down her slender back.

“Yes I have heard, everyone knows that.”

“Well everyone knows that they have loads of porn mags and websites, strip clubs and live sex shows, but their entire approach and attitude is so different to any other nation.”

“How?” Charley almost groaned as Brad’s fingers dug deep into the muscles that run alongside her spine. “Oooo that hurts.”

“No pain Charley, no gain,” he responded, letting his fingers slither further downwards, lowering the pressure until they slid into the crease of her bum, which he gently stroked

“Mmmm ok, if that’s the gain, I can take the pain,” she retorted wiggling her bum appreciatively.

“They have this knack of being able to encompass sex and the erotic into their everyday lives, without it appearing sordid or lewd.” Brad was saying as he idly, almost caressed the pert cheeks of Charley’s ass. “I mean you go to a live sex show and there are mostly couples in the audience.”

“Yes I know, I went to one once.”

“Like it?” He asked, his fingers sliding up Charley’s oiled thigh and stopping just before they reached he lips.

She found the teasing so arousing as, of course, Brad was only too aware.

“Yes I did actually and I see what you mean, it wasn’t tacky or grubby at all.”

“It’s the same with places like their public saunas. Men and women go to them, they’re naked and often they’ll have some form of sex in front of the others and nobody hardly bats an eyelid.” He went on his fingers now not stopping on their upwards sweeps, but instead going all the way and running along and around the heavily lubricated lips of her pussy.

“Oooooo, mmmmm,” she murmured as her climax started to build up.

Brad stopped talking then and concentrated on providing her with the pleasure and relief she so clearly needed. Despite having been fingered to orgasm, almost, countless times by Brad, each time was somehow special.

Charley had thought, just before they had made this arrangement, that she was probably closer to Brad than to any other man, certainly sexually. That had made her think a bit. Her closest “lover” a male masseur and a gigolo, edirne escort you had to laugh and think was fame, well in the banking world, and fortune worth it?

But as she lie naked on his massage table, her face pressed hard against the paper that he rolled over the long cushioned top, her nails digging into that with his hand between her thighs his fingers fucking her hard, fame, fortune and gigolos were far from her mind.

He made her cum quickly and, as usual, very heavily.

“There’s this fantastic spa on one of the islands between Copenhagen and Malmo in Sweden,” Brad was saying as they shared a bottle of wine a little later.

“What in the Baltic Sea?”

“Yes I suppose it is.”

“Bloody cold then?”

“In winter certainly, but this time of year they have a very settled climate, or so I’m told, and of course, very little darkness.”

“So what’s so special about it?” Charley asked slipping her thong back on and sliding into her Versace jeans.

Brad had explained that it was the height of luxury, fantastic five star hotel rooms, incredible saunas, steam rooms, massages and treatments, amazing showers, jacuzzis, baths and pools and every conceivable spa extra you could think of.

“So why the fuck would I fly to bloody Denmark to go to a bloody spa, I can do that in London.”

“Yes but not a spa that is also dedicated to sex and the erotic. One that only accepts single guests and one that makes sure there are equal numbers of both sexes at all times.”

“How?”

“In the way that only the Danes, or possibly the Swedes, could do it. Open, blatant sex, available any and every way you can imagine 24/7, but done with the style and understanding that only a truly sexually liberated race could do it.”

When Charley asked him more about it, he explained that he had seconded some of his top masseurs to the Helsborg Spa and had visited it himself.

“Believe me, Charley it really is amazing.”

Charley was used to spending big money. On meals, air fares, clothes and of course in her job. But even she, a woman in her early thirties earning, now, well in excess of two million, sterling, a year baulked when she heard the price of Helsborg. The Friday to Sunday package, including, of course, helicopter transfers from Copenhagen Kastrup airport on the island of Amager to the spa, was fifteen thousand pounds.

“Jesus Christ Brad,” she hollered down the phone when he told the price, “that’s outrageous.”

“It sure is Charley, but they can afford to be. They have the pick of European mega rich clammering for bookings and remember that includes as much sex as you want of practically any description and that applies for all their customers.”

After she had booked it, partly as a birthday present to herself, but more as a celebration of getting the promotion she was so sure would be hers, she rationalized the price. She might be wealthy beyond her and, certainly her parents dreams, but she still had a regard for money. Just because she could splash almost three thousand flying to New York when it could be done for a tenth of that and just because she was used to negotiating in sums in the many billions, Charley had not lost touch with financial reality. She always wanted her money’s worth, although in the world she now inhabited, that was sometimes difficult to determine. A decent room in a top hotel for two nights could, she estimated run to around a grand, meals easily about half that and full treatments at a top spa for two three days probably another thousand, so, with drinks and bits and bobs, three had gone already. Then there was the first class fare to Copenhagen and back and the helicopter transfers. Up to at least five or six she worked out, smiling as she thought.

“And I haven’t even got fucked yet!”

Ok, nine or ten thousand on sex in a weekend is stretching it a bit, but then the two hookers in New York had cost two thousand dollars each, and that was just for the night.

“Bollocks, Brad, just book it for me, it sounds amazing.”

Chapter 2

If the flight to Denmark was any indication of what was before her, then Charley was in for a great time. Not only was the traffic to Heathrow surprisingly light, the check in quick and efficient and the service in the first class lounge perfect, she had some nice surprises on the flight. First there was the gorgeously blonde, very Scandinavian looking male cabin attendant “accidentally” squashing his cutely pert bum against her shoulder as he passed by with the drinks trolley. Then secondly, just after that, the very attractive, in a Teutonic way, female cabin attendant leaned forward to pour her some coffee. Charley couldn’t avoid seeing the crisp, white blouse gape between two of the buttons. She couldn’t and certainly did not wish to avoid noticing a naked boob with what her keen eye deduced was a hard nipple.

Sipping the strong continental coffee and the freshly squeezed orange juice, she edirne escort bayan refused any food; she could not prevent herself from smiling. “Two chances to join the mile high club, or is it just that my imagination is running away with me.”

Immediately she passed through customs she saw yet another Scandinavian, blonde God of a young man holding a notice with Ms Williams neatly inscribed on it. Smiling and acknowledging to him that she was indeed Ms Williams, she was delighted when he came and took the trolley from her introducing himself as Gerid, an assistant concierge from Helsborg.

“Welcome to Copenhagen, Ms Williams,” he said shaking her hand. “The helicopter is this way.”

It was only a ten minute or so flight across the sea and other islands from Copenhagen to Helsborg, so Charley was remarkably quickly at the spa. Gerid showed her to her room on the first floor of the manor house type building that was the hotel part of the complex. That contained all the bedrooms, the formal restaurants and other lounges. It was linked to the spa by a glass walled corridor.

“When you are ready Ms Williams, please just call me and I will take you on a tour of the spa. You will probably feel most comfortable in a swimsuit with one of the leisure suits that you will find in the wardrobe.”

Dressed in a one piece, white swimsuit cut high at the thighs Charley opened the wardrobe. Hanging up was six track suit type outfits in white, pink, beige, blue, green and yellow. Running her fingers over them she saw they were made from a very smooth, thin, light material. They really were beautiful and took track suits to a level she never associated them with, but then she only wore one to go down to the gym in her apartment complex, and that was purely functional.

As good as they looked and felt hanging up, they were even better on. The material clung to her, accentuating her slim, but curvy body, making her feel very feminine and also extremely cosseted; that was nice too. The trousers were very fitted around her bottom and tummy and were fashionably hipster with an elasticized waistband. The top was also fitted with a zip running all the way from her waist to her neck. It looked good.

Whilst the hotel was elegantly appointed with antique furniture, thick Turkish carpets, heavy framed pictures on the walls and brocade curtains at the windows, the spa was ultra modern. Everything was slim and minimalist and coloured in greys, browns, blacks, golds and silvers. It was a superb contrast yet, somehow they went together so well.

Gerid showed Charley around pointing out the plunge pools, the Turkish baths, the three swimming pools, the Jacuzzis, steam rooms with a range of heats and aromas, three saunas and simply loads of showers of all different types, temperatures, intensities and water volumes, from full water to almost steam. He showed her the treatment rooms, for mud, for hot rocks, for various balms and vegetables, the stainless steel, the terracotta, the marble and the traditional massage tables. He showed her rooms where one wall could be raised so a couple could share a massage and others where the massage tables were double sized, presumably to accommodate a couple.

As Charley had been shown round the spa she had seen a number of the guests. The age range seemed to be about mid-thirties and upwards, mostly upwards she smiled to herself, not really minding for she was quite happy with the prospect of having sex with middle aged men or woman, make a nice change.

She saw that a few of the men and a couple of the women in and around the pool were naked and several other women sunbathing outside by the infinity pool were topless. She didn’t see any sign of sexual activity though and that rather surprised and quite disappointed her. Brad had said she would be able to simply watch others if she wanted. That had appealed to her for she had recently discovered a strong exhibitionist and voyeuristic streak in her. She discovered that when she was in Berlin and had hired a male and female hooker for the evening. The high spot for her had been lying back in a chair masturbating herself as she watched the other two having sex.

“So please, Ms Williams, avail yourself of anything you wish. Most services are available pretty much on demand, but occasionally there may be a short waiting list, so please forgive us and of course everything is twenty four seven.”

She realised that Gerid was speaking to her and thought brought out of the almost daze she had gone into thinking about exhibitionist sex.

“Of course and thanks very much Gerid.” Charley blurted out, recovering her wits quickly.

“You are most welcome,” he replied looking at his watch. “Actually it is time for your meeting with our Programme Manager, Helsa Gerdsterd.”

“What’s the purpose of that?” Charley asked following the direction Gerid was pointing.

“Well as you know there are many other services available here at Helsborg and Helsa is responsible for them. She likes to explain them herself to newcomers.”

The short, slim, rather stern looking but, quite friendly woman, probably in her late forties, spoke perfect English, as do practically all Danes. She chatted to Charley for a while developing rapport and then, almost out of the blue said.

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It was so damn slow at work that day!! And there she was stuck on help desk, preventing her from leaving.

She had been on her favorite web site, reading erotic stories for the past hour. She knew she wasn’t supposed to be reading them at work, but she had to do something to pass the time!!

The problem was, she was horny as hell now. God, she had to get some relief!!

“Can you grab the phone while I go to the bathroom?” she asked her cube mate. “Sure.” said the girl that sat across from her.

Cindy hurried into the bathroom and shut the stall door. She was going to have to masturbate to get some relief.

She lifted her skirt, pulled down her panties and sat down on the toilet. She ran her hand down to her pussy. Her lips were already swollen and her clit was standing at full attention. She slipped two fingers inside her steaming pussy. “Oh God,” she moaned.

She started pushing her fingers in & out of her pussy, moaning loudly. God, it wasn’t going to take long as horny as she was.

Suddenly, she heard someone clearing their throat. çorum escort Damn, she had been in such a hurry to get some relief that she had forgot to lock the outer door on the unisex bathroom.

She sat perfectly still, hoping the man would leave. But just then, the stall door was pushed open.

It was Jesse. He worked two cubes down from her. She had always been attracted to him, but she knew she didn’t have a chance with him. He was young & gorgeous. And he thought of her as an old married woman.

He smiled wickedly at the sight of her sitting on the toilet, legs spread open, her fingers in her cunt. “Damn,” he said, his cock hardening in his pants.

“I, ummmmm,” she stammered, blushing from head to toe.

“Need any help?” he asked, rubbing the front of his trousers.

Was he serious, wondered Cindy. Did she dare? Oh God, a cock would feel so damn good right now!

“Hell yes,” she said, reaching up and unzipping his pants. She reached in and pulled out his cock.

“Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned denizli escort at the sight of his long hard cock. She extended her tongue out and licked the head, swirling her tongue over & under it. He groaned loudly.

She sucked his swollen member into her mouth, bobbing up & down on it. God he tasted good.

She started out slow and then increased the speed. Up & down. Faster & faster. Then she moved her mouth down sucking his entire cock into her mouth until her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She reached down and gently squeezed his balls. “Jesus,” he groaned.

“Stop,” he said. He reached down and removed her mouth from his cock. Cindy groaned in disappointment. She was just getting into the rhythm of things.

“I’ve got to fuck you Baby,” he said huskily. He stood her up and turned her around facing the wall. He spread her legs apart with his knee.

Jesse reached down and ran his fingers across her cunt lips, moaning at the wetness he found there. He stepped up behind her and lined his cock up with her pussy düzce escort lips.

“You want this Baby?” he asked her. “You want me to fuck you?” he asked, sliding his cock up & down her pussy lips.

“Oh God, yesssssssssssssssss, fuck me,” she groaned loudly.

He slammed his cock into her hot pussy in one hard push. “Arruuugghghhghg, ” she moaned.

Jesse started fucking her hard & fast, just the way Cindy liked it. “Oh Jesus,” she moaned, this was just what she needed.

She arched her back, grinding her ass back at him. He grabbed her hips and started slamming into her faster & faster. “Oh God, cuuuummmmiinnnnnngggg,” moaned Cindy.

Jesse felt his cock flooded with cum. “Oh fuck,” he groaned. He slammed his cock into her pussy one last time, grunting loudly. Cindy moaned as she felt him spurting inside of her. She squeezed her pussy muscles tightly around his cock, milking him.

“Arruugghghhh,” he moaned.

Suddenly they heard the outer door opening again. “Oh shit,” said Jesse, pulling out of her. They both hurriedly dressed, hoping the person would leave.

They stood quietly for a few minutes before opening the stall door. No one was there. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“Hell of a bathroom break,” said Jesse. “Oh shit, help desk,” exclaimed Cindy, running out of the bathroom.

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Out of the three of us, I ended up being the only one who could take off early from work that Thursday, as well as take off the whole next day, to pick up the keys to our shore rental. It meant I’d be down there for a full day without Rob and Jim but that ended up being extremely fortuitous. We’d rented the place for a couple of weeks and, for whatever reason, were able to get in on a Thursday rather than a Saturday or Sunday. Fortunately, my job was flexible enough that I could take off early that Thursday to pick up the keys so I went ahead and took Friday off, too, so I could start my vacation early. I figured it didn’t make sense to drive down to pick up the keys then go back to work for one last day then drive back down again. My momma didn’t raise no dummies.

The way that it ended up being fortuitous was that, on Friday morning, after a good, peaceful night of sleep, when I was considering how to spend my first full day of vacation, I happened to take a look at Facebook. What caught my eye was a photo on my News Feed taken on a beach that made me think, “I could’ve taken that” with a smile on my face. Looking closer, it turned out that I literally could have taken it because it was tagged with the location which turned out to be the exact town I was in. The next thing I noted was who had taken and posted the photo: Carmen.

I’d known Carmen as far back as elementary school though I wouldn’t say we were ever really close friends. She had been a year ahead of me and I don’t know that I could recall ever seeing her again once she’d left for college. It really wasn’t a surprise that we ended up in the same seaside resort community and, though I have many issues with Facebook, this was one of the times that I actually could appreciate it. Before I thought too much about it, I shot Carmen a message letting her know that I was nearby and asking if she’d be interested in meeting somewhere to catch up. The next thing I did was go to her photo albums and confirm my initial recollection about her, which was that she was cute and had a nice figure. I also saw that she had a young son which, while it didn’t change my desire to catch up, did make me reconsider any potential to explore that body.

Before I’d made it very far through her photos, I received a response to my message asking where I was and if I was on the beach. Not wanting to appear to anxious, though I absolutely did still want to see her in a swimsuit, I looked through a few more photos then sent a reply that I was getting ready to head there and asking if she minded if I came to find her. I set my phone down and did a quick sunscreen application before jumping into my swim trunks and grabbing my towel. Other than that, I figured a bottle of water would be good along with my phone, keys and sunglasses. Her reply was waiting when I picked up my phone again with the cross street where she was on the beach. I took a quick look at a local map, determined that it was only a few blocks away, then told her I’d see her soon and headed out the door.

One of the things that really struck me about Carmen, not just that morning but as far back as when I’d first accepted her friend request on Facebook, was that she really appeared to have blossomed since high school. What I remembered of her from back then was that she was dark skinned and dark haired, not unattractive but not somebody who probably turned a lot of heads. She was in the band and had a lot of friends but we didn’t really run with the same crowd back then. In fact, I didn’t know her well enough to even know what her ethnicity was, although her parents were very white, so I assumed she’d been adopted.

Now, though, she had long, blonde hair and while I was well aware that it was not her natural hair color, it really worked for her. I couldn’t have said what her figure was like back in high school but I could tell in the photos that she had posted, though they weren’t revealing, that she looked very fit and her tits looked nice. I was trying not to think as I walked along the beach that dark skin would mean dark nipples and dyed blonde hair might mean a hairless pussy. Not only did I need to avoid these thoughts because I assumed she was married but also because walking along the beach while pitching a tent in my swimsuit was probably not a good idea.

Of course bursa escort as I was walking along the beach thinking about Carmen, I was also noticing all of the other hotties that were out and about. The funny thing is that, when I spotted Carmen, I didn’t realize it was even her at first; I was just thinking that there was another hottie. When I got a better look and realized that it was her, I actually stopped momentarily in my tracks and just stared for a moment. I collected myself before she noticed and headed toward her, wondering momentarily if she’d checked my photos on Facebook so she’d recognize me. I didn’t wear my hair long like I had back in high school but I also no longer had the scrawny physique of a cross-country runner. I was in good enough shape that I was comfortable approaching her without having my shirt on. She was wearing a fairly modest two-piece swimsuit that showed her figure quite well but didn’t reveal too much.

“Carmen,” I said, since she hadn’t seen me approach. She turned and broke into a big smile, which was another thing I’d noticed in her photos — she really had a great smile. She didn’t hug me but I did notice, since she wasn’t wearing sunglasses, that she gave my physique the once over.

“Hey, look at you,” she said, “I don’t know that I would have recognized you. No more long hair.”

“Yeah, well they seem to frown upon it in the corporate world,” I replied, “but it looks like somebody now has my blonde locks.”

“Ha, yeah I do, don’t I?” she replied, “Well, sometimes a drastic change is in order.”

“I like it,” I told her, “I think it really suits you.”

“Do you remember my mom?” she asked after contemplating what I’d just said for a moment.

“Actually, no I don’t,” I confessed, as I reached out to shake her hand, “although I assume we met at some point during all of the years that Carmen and I were in school together.”

“Maybe,” her mom replied, “but parents always seem to know more about who their kids are going to school with than the kids know about the parents. It’s nice to see you.”

“And this is JT,” Carmen said as her son approached.

“Nice to meet you, JT,” I said, shaking his hand. He looked to be about 10 or 11 and was very well-mannered.

“If you two want to take a walk along the beach and get caught up,” Carmen’s mom said, “I can keep JT out of trouble.”

I don’t know if she saw something that we didn’t at the moment or if she was trying to initiate something but Carmen and I took her up on her offer and headed off along the beach.

“So your husband isn’t going to mind that you’re wandering off with me?” I asked, having noted that he obviously wasn’t with them on the beach.

“Ex-husband, actually,” she corrected, “What about you? You must have a special girl in your life.”

This led to a discussion of my poor luck with women and how, although I’d been in a few long relationships, they ultimately didn’t work out. She then filled me in on how she’d gotten married soon after graduating college to a guy who had really treated her well until they were husband and wife. Having JT hadn’t helped their marriage but she felt like he was really a blessing in her life. Unfortunately, there were a lot of guys who weren’t interested in a single mom, so she didn’t have much of a dating life.

“So where did you say you were staying?” Carmen asked during a lull in the conversation. I stopped and looked at the buildings lining the beach until I saw the one that contained our rental, which we’d already walked past.

“Right there,” I said, pointing back behind us just a bit.

“So if there is no girlfriend in the picture,” she asked, “who are you staying with?”

I explained the situation with Jim and Rob and how I’d been able to come down early but they hadn’t.

“It’s a really nice place with a great view,” I concluded, “You want to see it?”

I actually wasn’t thinking about taking her up there to try to seduce her; I was just being polite.

“Sure,” she replied, “I’d love to see it.”

We turned around and headed back the way we’d just come then cut across the sand toward the building our rental was in. We were still just chatting and catching up so I still wasn’t thinking about the fact that I was leading an attractive, available woman back to a private location where I’d left my bed unmade. Once we were inside, I showed her around, including the view. We stood out on the balcony enjoying the scenery from a higher vantage point.

“My mom has a great house,” Carmen said, “but she doesn’t have a view like this.”

“That’s one of the reasons we selected it,” I explained, “When you’re not on the beach, you still want to see the ocean, right?”

After enjoying the view for a few minutes, it seemed like we both turned toward each other nearly simultaneously. I hadn’t even been thinking about whether I should try to kiss her or not, it just turned out to be one of those moments where we were both in sync çanakkale escort when it came to that. Her arms went around my neck as my hands went to her waist and our lips were soon pressed together. It didn’t take long before our tongues had slipped into each other’s mouths and my hands moved down to her ass. Given that I was wearing only swim trunks, there was no way she couldn’t have felt my cock growing against her abdomen. Her ass felt like it was perfect and I couldn’t help pull her against my growing cock as I was massaging and squeezing it.

“Let’s go inside,” she said, breathlessly, pulling her mouth from mine. I released her and let her go through the door ahead of me so I could admire her ass. Visually it definitely didn’t disappoint. I didn’t think it was appropriate to lead her to my bedroom and not just because I hadn’t bothered to make the bed.

“It’s been a long time for me,” she confessed, facing me again.

“Let me take care of you then,” I suggested. I really wanted to get her naked and check out her body, not just jump on her and fuck her. I figured if I took care of her first, it would give me that opportunity and, if I could get her to cum a few times, I might end up being set for getting laid for my entire vacation. I kissed my way down along her neck while caressing her tits through her bikini top, feeling her hard nipples pressing outward. As I lowered my head further, I slid the straps off her shoulders and lowered her top to reveal her tits and was not disappointed to find that her hard nipples and moderately-sized areolas were as dark as I’d expected. As I started to alternately lick and suck each one, she held my head and moaned.

Moving my hands down from her tits as my lips and tongue continued to work on her nipples, I unfastened her bikini top, now around her waist, and let it drop to the floor. After running my hands over her ass again, I moved one around to caress her pussy through her bikini bottom. It sure didn’t feel like there were any pubes there but I was very curious to find out for sure. I dropped to my knees before her and, after a quick glance up at her face, focused on the front of her bikini bottom, then started to slide it down. I ran my hands over her bare ass as I exposed it and, as her pussy was revealed, my suspicion that it was smooth was confirmed. My attention remained on the hairless, light-brown skin as her bikini bottom hit her ankles and she stepped out of it. I wanted to eat her pussy but I needed her to sit down and be comfortable first. Looking up along her body before making eye contact with her again, I couldn’t believe that she was standing there naked before me, her tanlines highlighting the best parts.

“Your body is just amazing,” I said, looking into her eyes from below, “but please sit down and get comfortable.”

She’d blushed but didn’t hesitate, sitting on the couch with her legs spread as I positioned myself on my knees between them. I kissed up her smooth, light-brown thighs until I was directly in front of her smooth pussy, which I admired briefly from that vantage point before running my tongue up her slit. She let out a moan that made it abundantly clear that she appreciated having her pussy licked and grabbed my head while starting to hump toward my face. I slurped up her pungent juices before slipping a finger into her and putting my tongue to work on her clit, making her moan even louder. Her pussy was saturated with her nectar and I knew it was going to feel incredible to slip into. I had no doubt at that point that I’d be fucking her before we departed even though I hadn’t considered it a remotely realistic possibility earlier that day. Her pussy was so slick that I managed to slip a second finger into her along with the first and she started to sound like she was going out of her mind with lust.

I wasn’t sure if it would take very long to get her to a satisfying orgasm when I’d first started but I was perfectly okay with eating her pussy for as long as it took and maybe even longer. I didn’t know if she’d given any consideration to us ending up in this position after I’d first contacted her or if it had been entirely spontaneous, so I didn’t know whether she’d gotten herself worked up beforehand or if that had all happened once we’d started kissing. Whatever the case, she seemed pretty fired up already when I’d started eating her and her pussy just continued to feel even wetter and more engorged the longer I was licking and sucking her clit while pumping my fingers in and out. At the same time, she seemed to be tensing up a little bit then trying to relax again, which I hoped was a good sign that she was experiencing a significant amount of pleasure. Her moans had turned into gasps and almost like panting and I was pretty confident that it wasn’t due to pain or discomfort.

When she finally let out a cry and all the tension left her body as it started to shake, I did feel a sense of relief that I’d been able to make her cum. I continued to finger çankırı escort her pussy while licking and sucking her clit as her orgasm seemed to go on, though I’m not sure whether that prolonged it or not. I only quit when she went completely still, released my head and let out a content-sounding sigh. I sat back on my heels, sucking her juices off of my fingers while continuing to admire her hot body as she caught her breath.

“That was fantastic,” she said when she could finally speak again, “Do you have a condom?”

I did but they were in my bedroom so I got up, my swimsuit tented out in front of me, and quickly grabbed one. I tossed it to her when I returned so that she could open it as I untied the drawstring on my swimsuit. She was watching as I pushed them down and my rigid cock sprung out, her eyes going wide. She handed me the condom, which I rolled down my tool, then I sat beside her on the couch and she swung her leg over me. Reaching down, she guided my cock to her pussy and lowered herself onto it. Even through the condom, her pussy felt amazingly hot and slippery as it engulfed my cock. She sat on it for a moment, her eyes closed, as I started to caress her hard nipples. She leaned in to kiss me again then started slowly to move up and down as we were making out. I ran my hands from her tits down over her smooth waist and around to her ass, caressing it as she rode me.

Since she started out slowly, I was able to really savor the feeling of her hot, slippery pussy sliding up and down my cock while also appreciating the feel of her ass against my palms. Even though she was riding me slowly, however, she was kissing me quite passionately which I took as a really good indication of how fired up she was. I wasn’t sure whether the fact that she’d already had one orgasm would make having any additional ones even easier or not but, since she’d had that one, I was feeling less pressure and consequently was more relaxed. I could feel my own orgasm beginning to build as a result of how awesome her pussy felt but I didn’t think she’d hold it against me if I couldn’t hold out until she came again.

The longer we were going at it, the harder and faster she was riding me, and the quicker my orgasm was building. I was pushing up into her, as well, just wanting to experience the pleasure of her pussy on the full length of my cock. She ended up pulling her mouth away from mine and straightening up with her eyes closed while moaning even longer and louder. I was getting close to cumming but it seemed as though she might actually get there again before I did, not only based on the noises she was making but also on the fact that her pussy continued to feel even better the longer she rode my cock. I brought my hands up to caress her hard nipples and I don’t know if that helped her along but it didn’t take much longer before she dropped into my lap and just sat there. She let out a little cry of pleasure as I felt her body trembling.

While I continued to fondle her breasts and caress her nipples, I was watching the ecstatic expression on her face, feeling sublimely pleased that I had some involvement in putting it there. Her pussy still felt incredible wrapped around my cock but, since she was temporarily not moving, I could feel my orgasm back off just a bit. Despite sitting still on my cock, her orgasm seemed to go on pretty long, her body gradually going from continuous trembling to random twitching before she opened her eyes again. She smiled her incredible smile at me then gave me a quick kiss before starting to climb off of me.

“That was not only long overdue,” she said, breathlessly, “but the perfect way to end a long drought.”

“Glad to be of service,” I replied, eyeballing her body before she knelt on the floor before me. She slipped the condom off of my still throbbing cock then pumped it in her petite fist as she lowered her head to lick my balls. My cock grew even harder and pulsed in her hand as I watched her tongue coursing over my scrotum. She looked up at me and smiled again with a twinkle in her eye, then wrapped her lips around my tool and slowly slid them down, engulfing me in her hot mouth. I moaned and ran my fingers through her blonde hair as she enthusiastically sucked my cock while pumping the base. I could feel my orgasm immediately beginning to build up again and was relishing the level of pleasure provided by her talented mouth.

We’d left the sliding door to the balcony open so I could hear the crashing of the waves and the calls of the seagulls as I sat on the couch and Carmen’s blonde head bobbed up and down in my lap. I don’t know that I could have conceived of a better start to a two-week vacation and was getting a pretty good sense that this wouldn’t be the only experience I’d be having with her during my stay. My attention was on my cock disappearing into her mouth and the pleasure I was feeling as a result while my orgasm continued to build. As my cock became even thicker the closer I got to cumming, Carmen never even hesitated, continuing to skillfully suck me off. Even when I exploded into her mouth with a grunt, she didn’t pause and just swallowed my load as her mouth slid up and down. It wasn’t until I was completely spent and starting to soften that she let my cock fall from her mouth and looked up at me.

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It all started very innocently. Patty and I just installed a pool with this huge deck around it and invited about 40 friends over to christen it. One of the couples invited was Joe and Angie. They were the parents of one of Patty’s kid’s friends. Joe was a Jack and Coke drinker and Angie a beer drinker. I had never meet Angie before but she was a looker. Not very tall but a very pretty face and a body to match.

Our parties are always very casual with everyone helping themselves to food and drinks. I spent most of my time around the bar and the grill doing burgers and brats so I didn’t get much time to talk to Joe and Angie until later in the night when they wanted to start doing shots of tequila. There were about a dozen people left when Joe started pouring the shots. Most people were feeling no pain by this time so the shots went down pretty easy.

After the second shot Joe said he had to go take their baby sitter home. He said he’d be back to pick up Angie later. It wasn’t long after he left that the party moved into the pool. I turned the pool light on and jumped in. Several people, including Angie, didn’t have swimsuits but that didn’t stop them from getting in. Angie and bitlis escort another girl took their shorts and bra off to swim in just their thongs and tank top. Everyone was in the pool having one hell of a time drinking and just being stupid.

With the pool being new we didn’t have all the kinks worked out yet. The pool light would turn off every couple minute and would kick back on after a few minutes. I wasn’t in a state of mind to worry about it so we lived with it. Since we live out of town every time the light went out it was pitch black. When the light went out for the fourth or fifth time I felt someone grab my ass. I figured it was Patty so of course I return the favor. Instantly I knew the ass I was squeezing wasn’t Patty’s. I’ve squeezed hers enough to know this ass was slightly larger but yet very firm. When the light came back on I realized it was Angie’s. She gave me this sexy look out of the corner of her eye. Instant hard-on! I knew the next time the light would go off I was going back to Angie.

I made my way towards Angie and held up my beer to toast the fun night. She tapped her beer can to mine and gave me that sexy sneaky look bolu escort again. I set my beer on the side of the pool just as the light went out. Angie back was right in front of me. I put my arms around her waste and reached up under her tank top. She instinctively lifted her arms so I could have easy access to her tits. Her nipples were hard and long. I pinched and squeezed them s I brought my lips to her neck. I could tell she enjoyed being felt up. I knew I didn’t have a lot of time before the light came back on so I released her tits and squeezed her ass as I put a little distance between us. The light came on and I headed for my beer. Angie and I continued to play our little groping game a little while longer. I’d squeeze her tits and then she’d play with my prick and balls every time the light went out.

Slowly people started getting out of the pool and headed for the house. Soon a coworker of mine, Kim, her boyfriend, Brian, Angie and I were the only one’s left in the pool. Brian was all over Kim and paid no attention to Angie and me. Angie and I talked and drank when the light was on but as soon as it went off my hands were all over her body. I finally burdur escort got the nerve to reach into her thong and discovered she was totally shaven. Taking two fingers I slowly began to rub circles over her clit; gently at first but increasingly harder. With all this foreplay she came in a matter of seconds. She started shivering and let out a few moans as she tried to control her orgasm. When the lights came back on she didn’t want me to quit. I looked over at Brian and Kim and I could tell they didn’t give a shit who else was in the pool, so I kept my arms around Angie. I whispered in ear how much fun that was and that I didn’t want to quit. I began kissing her neck and continued to run a circular motion over her clit even with the light on.

When the light when off she turned to face me, pulled out my cock from my shorts. She then pulled her thong to the side, wrapped her legs around me and guided my member to her awaiting hole. We started humping which caused waves in the pool. No one seemed to care. As with Angie, it didn’t take long for me to cum. As I shot my wad into her warm moist pussy Angie came again. Just as the waves of pleasure subsided the light came back on. Kim and Brian didn’t pay any attention to the waves we had made in the water.

Neither one of us said a word. We just held each other until the light went off again. We kissed a final time and got out of the pool to head to the house. What happened in the house is another story….

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Author’s Note: This is a five part story and, although each part might be read without reading the others, reading all parts gives a little better understanding of the whole story. I wish to express my profound thanks to Literotica’s most gracious (and lovely) Copperbutterfly for her time and effort in editing these stories to make them more enjoyable reading.

I had spent the entire winter in the Caribbean operating principally out of Port-au-Prince but taking charters wherever I thought there was good money. I missed out a few days but stayed reasonably busy and made enough to keep up the payments on the boat, pay for my living expenses, and put a little aside in the bank for my future.

With the tourist trade easing in the islands in early May, I reprovisioned my boat, purchased and stepped a new mast to replace one that had developed a hairline crack in the base, and paid my last mooring fees. At the beginning of the third week of the month, I set sail through the islands, up to the Atlantic coast of Florida and thus along the coast to the cape.

When I arrived about 3 o’clock Sunday afternoon, my slip was waiting for me and the harbor master greeted me like the friend that he was. I bought him a beer and we caught up on happenings from the winter. Then I walked the short distance to my little house and started the process of opening and airing it to make it livable again.

It wasn’t until Monday morning that I went down to the Post Office to collect my mail. Most of it was junk mail – ads for this thing or another – with a couple of small bills thrown in and a letter in a little blue envelope with the soft scent of some sort or flowers. There was no return address.

As soon as I got back home, I opened the blue envelope. It was a little note from Ellie Dupont asking me to give her a call as soon as I was back and settled in. She wanted to take a cruise as soon as possible and she would be bringing a guest. That made me wonder if she had found a serious male companion over the winter.

I decided it might be a little early for her so I puttered around the house for a while. Then when I took a break for lunch, I pulled out my cell phone and called her.

“Hello, Ellie. It’s Tom Cook.”

“Oh, hello, Captain. It’s so good to hear from you.”

“You, too. I got your note.”

“Oh, yes! I had almost forgotten. I was wondering when you would be available for a first cruise this season.”

“Well, I just got back yesterday, but I’m ready any time you’d like.”

“Good. How about tomorrow?”

“That will be good. I’ll plan to see you and your guest at the marina at … noonish?”

“That sounds good. We’ll see you then, Captain.”

That was good. Even if I had lost a lover, I hoped to maintain my income with the regular cruises for the ladies. That certainly would make my life easier.

Early the next morning, I went down to the local market to stock up my galley with fresh steaks, potatoes, salad ingredients and a number of other foods. I even had to hire one of their bagboys to help me carry my purchases to the boat.

After stowing everything in the galley, I went topside and got out the high pressure hose and washed down the entire boat, knocking off the accumulated salt from the previous week’s trip up the coast. Then putting the hose away, I got out the brass polish and polished up all of the metal fixtures. By the time I finished, the boat was looking brand new.

I had just stowed my cleaning supplies when I heard Ellie hail me from the dock.

“Hello, Captain.”

“Hello, Mrs. DuPont. It is good to see you,” I said, coming around the side of the cabin. I stopped, not a little surprised. Instead of being accompanied by a man, her companion was another woman – a younger woman.

“May we come aboard, Captain?”

“Oh! Pardon me. Yes, please. Let me help you.” I scurried to the gangplank to offer a steadying hand. As soon as Ellie was on the deck, I turned to her beautiful companion and offered my bayburt escort hand.

“Welcome aboard.”

“Thank you, Captain. I’ve heard a lot of good things about your cruises.”

She was a beauty! I guessed she was in her late twenties, maybe early thirties. She had long blonde hair, the kind that might or might not be real, a fabulous face, breasts large enough to push out the darts in her white blouse, a wonderful round ass that seemed alive when she walked, and long tanned legs that seemed to go up to her throat. She was obviously physically active, with enough muscle tone in those legs to give me an image of a very mobile tennis player.

“Only good things, I hope.”

She laughed, the sound of music, “Yes, Captain. My mother has told me only good things about you.”

“Oh? Then you’re one up on me because she didn’t tell me about you.”

She laughed again. “I’m Mom’s only daughter, Sammie – Samantha – van Roth.”

“Oh? Married, I guess.”

“No, Captain. Divorced. We didn’t exactly get along. It was stormy while it lasted and then we decided to go different directions.”

“I’m sorry about that, Mrs. van Roth.”

“Please … call me Sammie. I hate that Mrs. thing, especially now.”

“Okay, I’ll try to remember, Sammie. Let me show you around.”

Ellie had been waiting quietly but with a smile. She gave an approving nod and followed us around the boat. We ended up in the cabin, where I showed Sammie where she could stow her bag and make herself comfortable while I went back on deck to get us underway.

I had cast off, backed out of the slip and motored about halfway to the breakwater when the ladies came back on deck. Both of them were wearing string bikinis that showed their assets nicely. I couldn’t keep from getting a hard-on almost immediately.

Sammie came over to the cockpit and watched, checking all the gauges and instruments, asking a few questions. She said she was familiar with smaller sailing vessels but not one with so many “bells and whistles.” The automatic winches for the various sails intrigued her as did the autopilot. I gave her a quick rundown on how the autopilot worked, based on the course set into the computer, taking into consideration the conditions of the sea.

As we neared the mouth of the harbor, she took a towel and went up on the cabin deck to lay out in the sun. With Ellie on the other side, Sammie picked the side just in front of the pilot’s station and lay on her stomach watching our progress, a position that suited me just fine. It left me looking right up between those luscious long legs of hers into the small green patch of material that covered her most secret place.

A quarter-mile out into open seas, I flipped switches that began setting canvas and the big cat heeled over a bit as the wind bit into the sails. I noticed Sammie drop her head to rest on her crossed arms and assumed she was dozing off. Ellie was in a similar position but I noticed her eyes watching me, a lazy smile on her face. I wondered what she was thinking.

A little bit later as the autopilot jibed to keep running into the wind, I noticed Sammie pull the strings that tied her bikini. Then she rolled over onto her back, leaving her naked body exposed to the sun. I stared for a few seconds and then had to turn away in an effort to take the pressure off the crotch of my shorts.

When I looked back up, ostensibly to verify that we were still running clear, Sammie had spread her legs in a scissors shape, opening her baby’s butt bare pussy to my gaze. I lifted my line of sight and saw her looking at me.

“Captain, when my mother told me about you, she told me ALL about you.”

“Oh?”

“Yes, I know the kinds of services you provided to my mother and her friends.”

“You do?”

“Of course I do. Would you be interested in giving me the same kind of services?”

“If … if you would like,” I stuttered.

“What would you like, Captain?”

“I bilecik escort would like to taste that,” I said, nodding toward her pussy.

“Why not?” she asked, scooting down on the deck toward the pilot’s station. She stopped with her pussy just inches from the lip of the cabin deck.

By bending just a little, I put my forearms under her legs, lifting her body toward my salivating mouth and let the tip of my tongue taste her wet folds. She tasted sweet/tart and smelled even sweeter, like the beginnings of a season’s magnolia blossoms – good enough to eat.

I sank my tongue into her depths and thought she was going to smother me immediately. Her strong thighs clamped around my head, effectively shutting off my air supply. Fortunately it only lasted a few seconds, not enough to disrupt my tongue’s exploration of her inner delights.

When she released her thighs, she had a handful of each of my ears and she began to “scrub” her pussy with my face, as if she were washing clothes on an old-fashioned rub board. I relaxed and let her move me however she wanted, contributing my extended tongue in whatever direction she moved. Several times I was aware of my tongue lapping at her clitoris while at others my tongue was buried inside her while my nose nudged all around her clit. Within the span of just a few minutes, she shuddered several times, either in orgasm or just from the pleasure of the moment. It didn’t really matter because it seemed to be what she wanted – and needed.

Sammie began tugging harder on my ears. I thought she wanted me to delve deeper into her pussy so I pressed my face harder into her but she kept pulling until I realized that she wanted me to change positions. She was pulling me up over her.

I climbed onto the cabin roof and hooked my arms under her shoulders, pulling her back onto her towel. Then I settled between her legs as she pulled her knees high and wide. I pointed the big purple head of my throbbing cock at her wet little opening and eased forward, working it into her velvety glove-like treasure slowly but surely. She was tight but the little ring of muscle gave way not too grudgingly and let me enter. I loved the way she lay with her head propped up by both elbows behind her as she licked her lips, watching my cock disappear slowly into her core.

When we were pressed bone to bone, I stopped moving – except for my cock, which flexed uncontrollably in her pussy. Sammie lay back on the deck and her cunt responded in kind to my intruder, gripping and releasing every few seconds.

I had forgotten about Ellie, after seeing her nodding approvingly as I first started to penetrate her daughter. But now, with my eyes closed as I concentrated on the luxurious feelings of our coupling, I felt Ellie’s hand began kneading my testicles. I opened my eyes to find her laying beside us, her head nestled on her daughter’s right arm while her little pink tongue darted around Sammie’s hard brown nipple. To say that I loved her hand on my balls would be a gross understatement.

I bent forward, encompassing both women in the arc of my arms as I lowered myself to suckle Sammie’s other udder. Slowly, every so slow, I began to move my hips, extracting just a fraction of my probe from her sheath and then pushing it home again, over and over. I had barely started to lengthen my strokes when Sammie clenched her muscles around me, bucked up to meet my latest thrust and began to pulse with an orgasm. For a moment, I shifted my mouth to Ellie, taking her away from Sammie’s tit. Then breaking away, I moved to Sammie’s mouth and tried to swab her tonsils through her wide-open mouth. Her tongue was the only part of her that responded – I think, the only part that could respond.

For a few more minutes, I pumped Sammie’s velvety pussy, savoring every feeling but especially loving it when we met bone-to-bone. That sent little shocks throughout my system. Nor could I withstand their impact for long. I felt my testicles bingöl escort contract and seconds later I was spurting sticky white cum into her pussy. Just as I despaired of getting Sammie off again, she sort of contracted into a tight little ball, screamed, and began to shake. I felt a flood of her juices pour over my balls and drip down out thighs.

Carefully I eased over to the side away from Ellie and lay beside Sammie, staring at the soft cotton clouds scudding by in the bright blue of the sky. Just then the servos kicked in and sail started to furl as others unfurled and caught up the wind. The boat changed directions but it was all so smooth. It was the first time I had watched the autopilot handle a change in direction from this angle.

After a few minutes, Sammie scrambled up, saying, “I’ve got to go tinkle.”

Ellie scooted over next to me and her hand found my balls. In a few minutes my cock began to respond to the warmth of her hand and the stimulation of her fingers. I pulled her mouth to mine and we kissed long and deeply and passionately. In a few more minutes, I was rock hard and throbbing again.

I started to get up but Ellie gently pushed me back down and then mounted me cowgirl fashion. For a few minutes she rode me slowly with her eyes closed, seemingly savoring each second. I know I was.

When Ellie stood up, I was disappointed to feel the cool air on my warm cock. However I needn’t have been concerned. She turned around and sat back down, again engulfing my cock in her pussy. After spending a few minutes wiggling back and forth and side to side, she very carefully lay backwards onto my chest and I remembered that towards the end of last summer, this had become one of her favorite positions.

I began to slide her up and down my body, just a very little at a time. She didn’t want large movement, but just enough to feel. She liked having me hold her tits, using them for leverage to move her. And occasionally I’d move a hand down to use my fingers to tease her clit. It took me a long time to work up to another climax but not Ellie – she had four or five of them while I was collecting enough to make one more.

For a long time, we lay there together, Ellie still stretched out on my chest, until my slowly deflating cock plopped out of her dripping twat. Even then I held Ellie with my arms crossed over her chest, a big breast cupped in each hand.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a sultry haze of sex and sun and soft breezes. By the time we watched the sun set while my cock plowed Sammie’s pussy one more time, we were on the last leg heading toward the marina again. In the dark, I kicked off the autopilot, turned on the servos to lower all canvas and brought the diesel inboard to life to ease us into the harbor.

While I held the wheel and steered us by the channel buoys, Sammie clung to my side, her arms around my neck.

“That was the nicest day I’ve had in a long time, Captain.”

“Me too, Samantha. Please call me Tom.”

“Okay, Tom. When can we do it again?”

When would you like to do it again?”

“Well … how about … Thursday night … at Mom’s house?”

“Mm, sounds very nice.”

“Say … six o’clock or if you have a cruise, as soon as you get back in?”

“That would be great.”

“I can’t wait.”

Sammie dropped down the steps to get dressed and pick up her bag. Ellie took her place.

“I’m so glad you like my daughter, Tom.”

“What’s not to like? She’s like her mother … fantastic.”

She kissed my cheek. “And you, sir, are the consummate gentleman. I’ve never met a man quite like you. How can you make love to so many women and have them all completely satisfied to share you? I don’t know but I know I want to keep my place in the rotation.”

“Ellie, you are a delightfully wonderful woman. I am so glad to have met you. And your daughter.”

“I think you’ve done her a world of good today. She had been so depressed since her divorce and today I’ve seen her happy for the first time in months. Did I hear that she invited you to spend the night with her Thursday?”

“Yes.”

“Good. We’ll look forward to seeing you then.”

I kissed both sweet ladies as I helped them up the gangplank and watched them head to their car.

End of Ch 06

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Goth Zandra

“Shit!” I slammed on the brakes and swerved around the girl. Some stupid Goth chic casually limped down the middle of the road. As she limped her nice ass jiggled up and down…

Then I recognized that jiggling ass. It was Zandra’s. I also knew her nice ass had a not-so-nice boyfriend, Draco the Skull-Crusher. But I rolled down the window anyway.

“Hey Zandy are you okay? Do you need a ride?”

“Yeah,” she said in her throaty voice. “I mean no… Draco and I got in a fight and he dumped me on the street.”

“He dumped you on my street?”

Goth Girl glanced at her long black nails. “Yeah that’s the story. The frickin’ jerk dumped me right on your frickin’ street.” Zandra crawled in the car, slithering up to my side.

The college girl struck a match on my zipper, lit a cigarette and and blew smoke in my face. “Cal take me someplace dark and dreadful.”

“My parents’ place?”

Zandra rolled her dark eyes. “No— take me to Dead Lake.” She snapped her fingers and pointed down the road with a long black fingernail. I obeyed.

We drove off to Dead Lake, a popular place with Goths. Zandra sucked her cigarette and hung her tattooed feet out the window. The wind made her skirt fly up and I saw a flash of dark pussy fuzz. No panties, SWEET.

I recalled our last date, back when she was Sandra the blonde college cheerleader instead of Zandra the black haired Goth-ess. But blonde or black I knew she had a sweet-sweet nookie tucked between her long legs.

We arrived at the swampy lake just as a red moon crested the horizon. In the reddish light we watched bats fluttering over the dark water through an eerie mist. Perfect. I tried to kiss Zandra’s black lips— she slapped me.

“Dammit Cal why were you so rude that night! How could you let Suzie punch my tits?”

“What…? Really Goth-Zandra? You titty punched her first.” I laughed. “Besides Suzie was just jealous. Hell all the college girls are jealous of you, with your dark eyes, deathly white skin and steel spiked collar.”

Goth-girl bit my ear and hissed. “Tell me more knave.”

“Um… you’re so dark… mysterious and awesomely beautiful… er I mean demented. That’s it you’re so awesomely demented.” Zandra’s sunken eyes studied my face as her long nails pierced my thigh flesh. I held my breath hoping she’d believe my vat of lies.

“Cal you’re like a sharp dagger, stabbing through my fucking heart… and that makes me hot. Let’s suck face.” Zandra leapt onto my lap. Biting at my lips she coiled her serpentine tongue into my mouth.

Her long tongue tasted like an ashtray and balıkesir escort black lipstick smeared around my face.

As we kissed I gently unbolted her bra. Skull tattoos and bruises covered her small titties, and each dark red nipple had a silver stud. “Careful Cal my titties are still sore.” Gently sucking her hard nipples I moved my hand between her open thighs.

On our last date Zandra kept her legs crossed, but praise the dark lord they weren’t crossed now. Moving my hand under her fake leather skirt I found her wet slit, and slipped a finger in. Zandra jumped up and kissed me hard, wiggling her juicy twat against my hand.

My finger pushed deeper into the damp darkness of her crack. Goth Girl plunged her studded tongue into my mouth again, whipping it around like a serpent’s tongue. Cautiously I fingered her hairy hole and bit her ear. She liked that.

Staring at me with her evil eyes Zandra lifted her skirt, leaned back and spread her deathly white legs. Her dark pink slit glistened in the moonlight. “Awesome.” I pulled out my cell phone. She covered her twat.

“C’mon Zandy, don’t be shy. Aren’t you a real Goth?”

Zandy scowled. “Okay nerd, take a pic of my dark gash.” She moved her hand, but blushed when I snapped a pic.

“Now Zandra, let’s get in back where there’s more room.” Goth Girl stripped off everything except her spiked collar. When she lifted her leg over the seat in saw her pussy lips split open right in front of my face. Wow! I snapped another pic of that sweet slice of pink.

We coiled together in the backseat. Zandra licked my neck and slithered her naked body against mine, rubbing her damp crack along my crotch. I thought she was ready.

But when I yanked out my boner Zandy looked frightened. “Wait Cal… y-your thing’s like REALLY-REALLY BIG!” Her voice became scratchy. “You’re… you’re going to stab that big thing in me aren’t you?”

“Zandra you know I um… really care about you and—”

“— do you just fuck a girl and forget her?”

WTF…? I wanted to tell Miss Dark and Dim that she was the one forgetting— about her damn boyfriend Draco… But she just might cross those sweet legs. I kissed Zandra’s black lips. She relaxed and I gently nudged her thighs apart, noticing blonde roots on her jet-black pubes.

“Your black pit looks so dangerous.”

“It is.” Zandra hissed and lifted her twat. Moving over the girl I gently rubbed my prick along her dark crack… and shoved in hard. She screamed. “OUCH! You’re ripping me! You’re ripping me!”

“Yes!” I gripped Zandra’s studded tits and pushed harder. bartın escort My boner plunged into her tight pit. Goth Girl clenched my arm as I screwed her wickedly tight pussy. Her clasping pussy folds tore at my prick with each fuck stroke.

Wow, Draco must have a prick the size of a pencil. I forced my prick further into her gash. My mouth came down, sucking on her studded tits as my prick pummeled her fuck hole.

“Ungh… ungh Cal… do you like my gash?” I nodded and felt Zandra relax. So I fucked faster. Her tight pussy moistened and she began to pant. Straddling my hips with her legs Zandra pulled into each fuck stroke. “Oh stab me Cal! Stab me with your long dagger!”

I thrust into her fuck-hole and felt her long teeth dig into my neck. We screwed like demons, her feral pussy attacking my invading cock. Zandra’s long nails clawed into my back, so I bit her pierced nipple… Goth Girl cackled and heaved up her other nipple.

When I bit into her tit Zandra lurched in a wild orgasm and shrieked. “AHHHH— I’M CUMMING!” Her body jolted so hard my prick hit the bottom of her love pit, and spewed.

But I kept pounding Zandra’s frothy fuck-hole… screwing her hard until she climaxed again. “AIYEEE!!” And threw her legs up like gothic goal posts.

Afterwards, sweaty Zandra grabbed my face with her claws. “Cal that was totally savage… like being gored by a demonic bull… and you left bite marks on my boobs… you nasty, nasty boy.” She flashed an evil smile and sunk her teeth into my neck again.

Goth Girl pulled away and lit a cigarette. I looked in the mirror and saw a hickey the size of a hockey puck. Shit.

Zandra stared down at her enflamed pussy lips and cried real-fake tears. “Cal you took advantage of me. Why did you ravage my virtue? If I tell Draco he’s gonna beat the tar outta you.”

“What virtue…?” I looked around. Was this a set-up? Was Skull Crusher waiting to pound my brains out?

Laughing hysterically Zandra ran into the woods. I chased her jiggling naked ass. Even if she was bat-shit crazy she still had a nice butt. Soon I caught up with the nymph and pushed her against a tree. Zandra clicked her tongue. “So how does it feel Cal? Payback’s a bitch ain’t it?”

“No— you’re the bitch. And I’m gonna beat you with my cock.”

Zandra giggled. “Beat me—beat me.” So I turned the bitch around and spread her butt cheeks. “No Cal, not that way!”

But I stabbed my prick straight up her tight asshole. “OUCH!!” Goth Girl gripped the tree, squirming as I screwed her jiggling butt. My hand moved to her pussy, finger banging her twat at batman escort the same time.

“Unh Cal…unh… your pole… unh… it’s spearing… my fuckin’ ass.” Zandy turned her head. “Spear me Cal! Spear me HARDER!!” I pounded my prick up her tight rump, pummeling deep and reaming out her asshole as Goth Girl writhed in pain. It was a magical moment.

Soon my fingers found the throbbing bead of her clitty— and pinched it. Zandra howled. “AAARRH!” My prick plunged deeper into her ass. Zandy moaned and bit the tree as her body quivered in wave after wave of wild orgasm.

I climaxed at the same time, filling Zandra’s tight ass with hot jism.

The sweaty girl collapsed to the ground and stared up at me, panting. “Jezuz Christ Cal, you totally ass-impaled me with your pole. I should frickin’ call you Vlad the Impaler.”

“Glad you liked it ma’am. ” I held up my phone. Zandy flipped me off, but bent over for a naughty pic of her freshly fucked anus. “Now how about a pic of your wicked-wicked twat.” Goth girl smirked and slowly spread her legs.

I snapped a close-up pussy pic just as two flies landed in her open cunt.

“Dammit Cal— that’s your fault!” She slapped her twat twice, killing them both. “I hate flies in my pussy! Get them out of me!” I carefully picked the dead flies out of her pink hole .

“Dammit now I have to wash my cunty.”

Zandy ran naked to the lake. I chased her jiggling butt again. When she jumped in, I jumped in too watching her titty tattoos dissolve in the water while she scrubbed her twat.

A dozen bats swooped low over Zandra as she swam in the moonlight. Goth Girl slithered like a snake through the dark water, letting it swirl around her deathly white ass. Her naked slithering gave me another stiffy.

I pulled on her studded nipples and bumped her with my boner. “No Vlad don’t impale me again! I’m still sore from the last stabbing.” She giggled as her evil eyes twinkled. “But Vlad I’ll suck you to death if you vant?”

“Hell yes I vant! I vant to spew a vat of cum down your vile throat.”

Zandra swooped to her knees and pulled down my zipper with her teeth. Opening her mouth she wiggled her tongue stud like a cock lure. Black lips encircled my prick as Goth Girl sucked it in deep. Her raven head bobbed furiously up and down on my prick.

I braced myself against a tree and gripped her bobbing head. “Oh suck it Zandra! Suck it!” Goth Girl sucked harder, twirling her tongue stud around my cockhead and tugging on my balls with her sharp claws.

Soon I felt my cock swell and swell and— erupt, spurting wads of molten cum down her wanton throat. Zandra gagged and choked and slurped, but sucked out every drop of cum from my prick. She even licked off my hairy balls.

I looked down at the wicked dick-licker. “Zandy you’re not really gonna tell Draco are you?”

“Why would I?” She laughed. “I dumped pencil-prick two weeks ago.”

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As you may know by now, I love having my big tits played with by horny men. If a man shows my boobs attentions, especially my sensitive nipples, I become extremely horny and show him my gratitude in very slutty ways.

Men love staring at my body. I am 5’6, light brown complexion, with nice natural 38 C boobs. My tits and ass get a lot of attention, especially when I decide to wear tight, sexy clothes on purpose.

This story is about my lovely experience at a doctor’s clinic when I was 24. I had seen a board of the private clinic of a male gynecologist when travelling in Mumbai. I wondered why a man would decide to get into that specialization. I also noticed that there never seemed to be much rush for his clinic. Being the adventurous woman that I am, I decided to find out what I could about the doctor on the internet, and if he looked good, I planned to get an appointment for a boob examination. I found online that he was in his mid to late thirties, not too bad looking, pretty decent figure. I touched myself a little, wondering what it would feel like to have his hands on my body.

The next day I made an appointment and he answered the office phone himself and took down the appointment details. His voice was deep and nice, and I couldn’t help but touch one of my nipples as I spoke to him.

When he asked the purpose for the appointment, I said “Just a routine breast examination”.

I felt a slight pause on the other end before he said “okay, sure” a little quickly.

That evening I got ready. I was fully waxed and shaved. I wore a nice sheer lace bra which the fabric felt amazing against my hardened nipples. I wore a matching lace panty and on top of that, a tight T-shirt and jeans.

When I arrived at the clinic, there were no other patients, just as I had hoped. My heart was beating very fast. I hadn’t had any action for a couple of months and I was feeling pretty adventurous. Hearing the door open, he came out of his office and I noticed that he couldn’t help but look at my body before quickly meeting my eyes again.

He looked just like in the pictures I found of him online. He was about 5’9, average brown complexion, but in fit shape, and had a nice stubble growing. His hair was combed in a side parting. He told me to please come into his office. It had fogged glass windows facing the waiting room, but across the middle of the room was a curtain behind which the examination bed was, for privacy while examining a patient.

I sat down across from him at his desk and he smiled and asked me what seemed to be the problem.

I said it was nothing particular, just that I had hoped to get a breast examination, which I lied and said I do routinely, but since I moved and was new to the city, I had just decided to get it done at the nearest doctor’s office.

He said alright, he’ll have a look. He asked me to go sit on the examination bed. I did so and he followed me and pulled the curtain closed for privacy. I smiled at him and he smiled back saying first he would just do a general check of the heartbeat.

He took his stethoscope and placed it on my chest above my left boob and asked me to take deep breaths. Then he did it on the other side of my chest above my right boob. Then he placed the stethoscope lower on my chest, just above my left nipple. I kept taking deep breaths but I’m sure my heartbeat had gotten faster. He could also hear the rising heart rate definitely. He slowly moved the stethoscope just above my right nipple and did the same. I was starting to get excited now.

He slowly moved his stethoscope again, this time dragging it slightly on my chest as he did, and placed it directly on my left nipple.

My breath hitched in my throat when I felt the hard plastic against my nipple, especially because of the fabric of the lace grazing against my nipple. I noticed him looking into my eyes for a moment ardahan escort and our eyes met.

He slowly and deliberately moved the stethoscope across my chest and placed it on my right nipple. By now, my nipples had started to become hard because of the direct contact.

He was looking down at my chest now. He moved the stethoscope away and said “Your breathing seems to be fine. It rose a little. Are you nervous?”

I shook my head and blinked innocently. I said “no doctor, I trust your examination.”

He smiled and nodded and then told me that for the actual breast examination, he would need me to take my top off.

I said okay, and got off the bed and took off my top without waiting for him to turn or anything. I saw his eyes widen as he took in the shape of my magnificent boobs in the sheer lacy bra. It was see through and my hard nipple were poking through.

He managed to regain his composure just enough to tell me that in order to examine me thoroughly, I needed to take my bra off as well. I smiled and nodded and put my hands behind my back and let the bra pop off my boobs.

I could see him trying very hard to maintain his composure, but a slight bulge in his pants was starting to give him away.

He asked if I would like a vagina examination as well since I was here and I said sure, and pulled my pants off and panty as well.

He couldn’t seem to keep his eyes off my body and told me to sit back on the examination bed so he could start. His hands moved from one boob to the other, rotating the palm of his hands at various parts of my upper breasts, and then doing the same with the pads of his fingers.

Then he moved down lower, around my nipples and did the same. I was watching his face while he was doing it but his attention seemed completely directing at my breasts. I even saw him nervously lick his lips once or twice.

Then he almost hesitated, and placed his thumb on my left nipple and gave it a little swipe. I couldn’t help but close my eyes and open my mouth at the feeling. He noticed no objection and took his other thumb up to my right nipple and swiped it as well. I let out a tiny moan before I could control myself.

Not taking his thumbs off my nipples, he looked up at me and asked “how does this feel?”

I answered, stammering a little because he was now running his thumbs in circles over the hard nubs, making it hard to concentrate on anything other than my building lust, and said “it feels nice.”

He smirked and looked back down at my now hard nipples that he had been teasing with his thumbs, and suddenly lightly held both nubs between his index fingers and thumbs and started rolling them between his fingers. I gasped and let out another moan.

“Your nipples are very sensitive, this is good for the examination” he said, adding “you have very nice breasts. Perfect shape. Beautiful nipples…”

With that, he went back to teasing my breasts and nipples, looking up at my face from time to time to see how his touches were making me react. I was moaning and biting my lip and closing my eyes with every new touch. I looked up into his eyes and gasped as he took the tips of his index fingers and flicked them across my nipples. He was looking back into my eyes as he did this.

“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes doctor, this is the best examination I’ve had so far,” I replied, looking into his eyes.

While this was going on, he had started rubbing his hard on against my knees that were in front of him. He was clearly enjoying himself.

Then he said “there is one more technique I have to use in order to give a thorough examination… You must sit still and let me do this, okay?” he asked assertively.

I nodded, biting my lip. He smiled and lowered his face till his nose was almost touching my left nipple. He artvin escort rubbed the tip of his nose against it, and then stuck out his tongue and took a slow and deliberate lick across my nub.

I gasped. I was in heaven. His eyes looked up at me as he started flicking his tongue across my nipple, then placing his lips on the hard nub and pulling gently on it, sucking on my nipple.

I moaned with lust. Before I could help myself, I pressed his bent head closer to my breast, as if to help feed it to him. He closed his eyes and began suckling like a child, while his other hand went up to my other breast, flicking my other nipple with his thumb.

I squealed. I couldn’t help myself. He was doing such a good job, my pussy was probably leaking with wetness at this point.

He shifted his mouth to suck on my other nipple and flicked the newly wet nub. He alternated between my breasts, sucking loudly and wetly.

Then he brought his face up to mine and we began to kiss furiously, our tongues dancing into each other’s mouths. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed deeply, licking his tongue, sucking his lips. He had made me extremely horny and I was ready to let him do whatever he wanted to me. My legs were spread apart on either side of his waste, and as he kissed me, his hands were still playing with my nipples, stimulating me.

After a few minutes of tongue fucking, he pulled away and bending and giving each of my nipples one last suck each, he told me it was time for him to examine my pussy.

I nodded and he wasted no time spreading my legs wide and kneeling down and licking my juices clean. I moaned and moaned and pushed his head against my throbbing pussy. He opened his mouth wide and gave long licks, then sucking on the lips of my pussy. Suddenly we heard his main waiting room entrance door open and a man’s voice say “doctor? Courier delivery. I need a signature.”

He stopped and stood up, wiping his face and saying “just a minute. I’m with a patient.”

He made me get up and stand in front of the examination bed, still behind the curtain, so the delivery person could not see even my foggy outline through the fogged glass. The doctor whispered in my ear to be a good girl till he got back, and with a quick tweak of my nipple, he pulled the curtain slightly aside and went to the other room to sign for the package.

I stood there, completely naked, completely turned on, realizing how kinky it was that there was another complete stranger standing just a few feet away, only a little bit of the curtain and a glass partition stopping me from being exposed.

I heard them speaking in low voices in Hindi and then a little bit of laughter and then heard the main door close and then heard a click, as if the doctor had locked his front door. This must have been the case because when he came back, he pulled the curtain completely aside and smiled down at my naked body, licking his lips. He sat at his chair next to his desk and asked me to come forward. I did so obediently.

He unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pant from where he was sitting and pulled out his hard cock. I stared at it excitedly. It was a decent size, about seven inches and nice and veiny. He began stroking it, watching me watch him. With his other hand he took mine and pulled me forward so I was standing between his legs. He bent forward and sucked on one of my nipples. I moaned again.

He then said “you’re a naughty girl, aren’t you?” while sucking on my breast.

I replied “…yes”.

He continued sucking and licking my hard nubs while stroking himself and then asked “you want to make daddy happy?”

I gasped as he pulled her nipple with his lips and answered “yes.”

He sucked again and asked “yes what?”

I replied “yes…d-daddy!” gasping as he licked my sensitive bud.

“Good girl… bodrum escort You’re daddy’s good slut, aren’t you?” he asked, suckling on my nipple.

“Yes daddy. I’m your slut, I want daddy to use me, please fuck me daddy, give me your cock. I’ll do anything” I moaned.

He pulled his face back and rested back in his chair and smiled, “that’s a good whore. Now suck daddy’s cock like a good girl.”

I obediently knelt down and began stroking his cock and bent my head over it and began sucking on his rod.

I am quite good at sucking cocks, and I do it very sensually and in a very slutty manner. I sucked it nice and hard in my mouth, licked it all over, going down to his balls and sucking them before licking all the way back to the tip and then sucking wetly again. He moaned and grunted as I sucked him off for a few minutes and then he pulled me up by the arms suddenly.

“Fuck, baby. I had to try so hard not to cum on your pretty face. But I wanted to save that for your sexy pussy. Now sit on me.

And with that, I straddled him on his chair and sat my pussy on his cock and I felt his hands on my hips, lowering me onto his pole. I gasped as I felt him inside me. He bounced me on his cock like I was a sex toy. I moaned and moaned.

He told me to not hold back and scream out whatever I wanted. I couldn’t have held back if I wanted.

He asked “you like the way Daddy feels inside your cunt baby?”

I moaned “yes daddy! Yeah daddy fuck me hard, oh my goddd!” as I bounced up and down.

We fucked like this for a few minutes till he pulled me off his cock, stood up and carried me to his examination table, kissing me roughly all the way. Once we reached, he lay me on it facing him and flipped me over so I was bending over for him.

“Daddy’s going to fuck you like the slut you are, you like that baby?” he asked, rubbing his wet cock against my ass cheek.

“Yes daddy” I answered, and he slipped his cock into my waiting pussy, pulling and pushing my body against his cock. While I was bent over, my tits were rubbing against the examination bed, with my nipples grazing the rexene covering of the bed, sending stimulation straight to my pussy. I came at least twice and finally felt him jerk and suddenly felt warm liquid shooting into my cunt and leaking out, trickling down the side of my leg. He pulled his cock out, chuckling.

“Fuck” he said, “that was the best fuck I have ever had! You’re a good slut, aren’t you?”

I blushed, turning around and kneeling down, sucking his cock clean for him, and then standing back up to reply “yes daddy, I’m a good slut.”

We rested on the examination bed for some time and then I told him I have to leave. He gave me his card and took my number, saying “You will need to come back for another consultation” and winking. I giggled and began putting my clothes back on.

As I finished putting my bra and panty on, he came from behind and tweaked my nipples through the lace, moaning how nice my breasts were, and how many more inspections they needed from him. I loved the feeling of him playing with my nipples but I knew if I let him continue, I would end up fucking him again, so I giggled and said I really have to go now.

He told me he wanted some pictures of my body to keep him happy till my next visit, so I obliged, posing in various poses, pushing my tits together, pulling them out of the lace bra so he could take some of him playing with my nipples, rubbing my pussy. Once he was satisfied, I put all my clothes on, kissed him one last time at the door and turned to leave.

He opened the door but stopped me in the corridor, which was now deserted as it was quite late, we had fucked for quite a while. He pushed me against the wall, lifted my top up, pulled one of my tits out and began sucking on my nipple, right there in the open corridor facing the main road!

He pulled my other boob out and moved to suck on the other nipple while fondling the breast he just left. He sucked for a good minute till I laughed and pushed him off, readjusted my clothes, kissed him, stroked his bulge and turned and left. I was very satisfied with how my doctor’s appointment went.

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A giant thanks to my second pair of eyes from Across the Pond, Irfon.

*** All characters are portrayed above the age of eighteen. ***

***

Aaron opened one eye when he heard the chair slide across the tiled floor and slam into a potted plant. He saw the curvy shape of a girl hovering over him as he lay on the day bed.

“Shit.” Her whisper was filled with exasperation. “Is every place taken?”

“There’s room.” Aaron offered.

“Who is that?”

“Aaron. Paige’s brother.”

“Oh. You don’t mind?” There was relief in her voice. He immediately recognized her voice. Miss Prom Queen from a few years back when he was a freshman. He was pretty sure her legs had gotten most of the votes. Though, the top half of her was just as enthralling.

“Hey, Branna. I even have a blanket. Slide under.”

He heard her shoes land on the floor of the atrium, then a zip of her jeans. With the outside lights shining through the glass, he was able to see a rather cute and round ass shaking in front of his eyes as she shimmied out of her pants. Aaron couldn’t stop the chuckle from being heard.

“What?” She stared at him from her side as she lowered her head to the small pillow.

“I liked the view of your ass wiggling in front of me. Well worth coming to this crappy party.”

“Keep you eyes off my ass, buddy.” Her voice didn’t sound too upset. There was a relaxed softness to it. Maybe she was still feeling the effects of whatever shots she’d been downing earlier. “It was a crappy party, wasn’t it?

“Oh, no. It was awesome. Hot thuggy guys groping the girls, giggly obnoxious fake blondes pretending to be sexy, and all the flat keg beer a juvenile delinquent could handle.”

“Funny. You just described every party I’ve ever been to.”

“You could always grow up and pretend to be sophisticated. I don’t know. Stretch a little character wise.”

“Hey.” Her hand shot out to smack him in the chest under the blanket. “You’re at the same party I’m at.”

“Yea, but I’m a thuggy guy trying to get a little tail. You can’t blame me. My pecker led me here. Besides, I live upstairs.”

“Hey, you do. Why are you down here?”

“I rented out my room for the night. I might have to burn the mattress to get rid of the stains, but it was worth the fifty bucks.”

“What happened tonight? No luck with the boys?”

“Boys?” His dark eyes opened and looked at her in confusion.

“You’re into boys, aren’t you?”

“Ah, no. I like boobies and cute Prom Queen asses.”

Her head came up to look at him intently. “But Paige always said you were gay. You aren’t? You sure?”

Aaron groaned and shook his head. “I really love my sister. There’s nothing like having a spiteful bitch for a sibling. No, I’m not gay. I’ve been in way too many locker rooms to be gay. There’s absolutely nothing sexy about a hairy ass crack. I petitioned to be allowed to shower with the girls this year, but I was turned down.”

He felt the small day bed shake under him and then her laugh found his ears. It had a soft lyrical quality to it. “Funny. I can’t believe you’re not gay. Everyone thinks you are.”

“Everyone? That explains my success rate with the girls. I’m gonna have to think of a really cool gift to pay her back.”

“That is so horrible. I’d kill her if I were you.”

“Nah, I’m patient. I’ll wait till she gets knocked up and has to drop out of college. Mom and Dad will love wasting their money on that. Maybe I should drop a positive pregnancy stick in the bathroom and watch the fireworks. You still dating Mr. Bicep?”

“His name is Damien. Yes, I’m still dating him. Why do you call him that?”

“Look at him. It looks like all he’s ever done is curls. I imagine it’s the only developed muscle he has. Probably from all the masturbating he’s done over the years. I’m surprised he even has time for you. That’s probably what he’s doing right now.”

“Oh, shut up. He doesn’t do that. He’s on the road with the team. They come back into town in a few hours.”

“He’s jerking off the football team, now? Wow, he must be really good. No wonder his right bicep is twice the size of his left?”

Branna punched him again, but laughed louder. “When did you get funny? You were always the quiet dorky little brother that followed Paige around.”

“That was years ago. Some of us do grow up. You really should try it. I’m still quiet, though.”

“Not at the moment, you aren’t.”

“Sure I am. I’m okay one on one. But in a crowd, I’m the quiet one trying to find the exit. Now, shut up so I can get back to sleep.”

“Fine.” She rolled over and tried to pull more of the blanket over her, but found resistance. “Hey, gimme.”

“Hey, bite me. It’s a tiny blanket. I think midgets live here. If you want to stay warm, you’re gonna have to cuddle.”

Branna scooted back until she was pressed against his chest. She tenses a bit when his hand found her rounded hip. “You’re really not gay?”

“Nope.”

“Are you going to behave?”

“Just aksaray escort for tonight and only because you’re you.”

“I thought you were gay when I got undressed. I wouldn’t have if I’d known.”

“Thanks. That’s a confidence booster. What exactly are you wearing?” His hand found nothing but warm soft skin as he moved up her side.

“My bikini. It’s uncomfortable as hell with these buckles.”

“Want my shirt?”

She quickly grabbed the shirt he offered and threw it on. Her hands dug underneath it and came back out with the top. Aaron watched the exercise in fascination. He’d seen his sister do it a thousand times and still couldn’t figure out the magic trick. She settled back down and was soon snuggling closer to his warm body. His hand rested on her hip for a second and then moved around to her abdomen.

“What did you mean? Because it was me.”

“I don’t know. Just something I said.”

“It was odd.” She turned her head to look over her shoulder at him inquisitively. “Do you have a crush on me?”

“No. I lusted after your body like everyone else, but no, no crush. We were never around each other enough for me to think of you like that.”

“Like what?”

“Caring about you. You were kind of in the movie actress category.”

“Movie actress?”

“I’ve noticed a few of your boyfriends over the years. I have to assume your fake orgasms are Oscar quality.”

She rolled quickly to punch at him, but Aaron anticipated her reaction. He was snickering loudly when she found herself wrapped up in a bear hug with her arms trapped between them. His lips were pressed against her cheek, blasting her with warm air.

“How? How did I walk into that one?” She groaned. “You are such a little ass.”

“Hey, my ass is proportional to the rest of me. It’s not up to your level of perfection, but your ass would just look creepy on me.”

He relaxed his hold a bit so she could push back a little. She was smiling and shaking her head at him. “Wow. Paige’s little brother is a comedian. Who knew?”

“Roll back over. You stay like this for too much longer and I’ll start getting ideas.”

Her tongue came out to wet her lips as she stared at him with an odd expression on her face. Letting a deep breath out, she rolled over and nestled against his chest. When his hand went to her hip, she reached down and pulled it up her body. With it in her hands, she pressed it lightly to her chest and kept it there.

“To answer your question honestly, I meant you’ve never been the easy type. Not that I’ve ever heard about, anyway. I’d never disrespect you by trying anything when you were drunk.”

“I’m not that drunk. And if I was sober?”

“Oh, you’d already be naked and faking your third orgasm.”

“That’s fair.” She giggled and squeezed his hand. “I think I might actually like you. Thanks.”

“No problem. But remember, me not trying anything is for tonight only. You crawl into my bed again and I’ll expect a bit of fun. Now shut up and go to sleep.”

Aaron’s eyes opened to the sun reflecting off the surface of the pool through the window. He was on his back with a mass of light brown hair spread out across his face and chest. Branna’s warm breath was tickling him as she used him as a pillow. Her leg had slid between his and rested comfortable against a very erect penis. He was confident it was mostly morning wood. Reaching down, he pulled it away from her slightly and left his hand on it.

“Thanks. I was wondering when you’d adjust that thing. It’s been poking me all night.” Branna said with humor filling her voice.

“All night? I didn’t know I could last that long. Did you cum?”

“Shut up.” Her head came off his chest to smile at him. “You know, you’re kind of cool. You’re barely dorky at all anymore.”

“Thanks. And you have the nicest ass and the worst breath ever.”

For the next few minutes he fought with a tornado as Branna tried to beat him to death. She was successful at first, but soon Aaron got control of her and flipped her to her back. The blanket tangled between them as her legs wrapped around him. He was tickling her side as she shrieked and tried to wiggle loose. His erection was no longer pretending to be morning wood as their bodies slid against each other.

When realization hit them that they were basically dry humping, they both froze. Her shirt had ridden up to expose the under side of her tits. They were perfectly shaped and plump in Aaron’s opinion. With one hand resting just to the outside of her breast, the other was tucked under her body as he tried to carry all his weight on his forearm. Branna was glaring up at him, but trying to suppress more laughter.

“What the hell?”

Both their heads turned at the sound of his sister’s voice. In the doorway to the atrium stood four wide-eyed and shocked girls. Two of them were holding up their phone to capture the event before them. Aaron looked down his body and realized from their view, it looked like they were having amasya escort sex. He had the blanket wrapped around his waist with nothing but skin showing. Her bare legs were still gripping his sides and his hand had to look like it was on her breast.

He couldn’t resist. “Do you mind? She was about to orgasm.”

Branna’s hand smacked his arm. “I was not. You were way closer than I was.”

“Please, You were about to claw the living crap out of my back.” He slapped her thigh hard enough to bring a startled yelp from her. “Now put you hips into it or unwrapped you legs. I can’t stay like this forever. My pecker needs oxygen.”

It took another few minutes to fight off the she-devil underneath him. By the time he did, he was actually bleeding from several places. To escape, he had to roll off the day bed and land in a heap on the floor. His underwear had been pulled down in the struggle, leaving his cock fully exposed to everyone. His sister gasped and the others giggled as their eyes and phones caught everything. Adjusting, he grabbed his pants and walked by the group at the door.

He was under the spray of the shower when a loud thumping started on the door and then it was opened wide. His sister flew in with Branna close behind her.

“What?” He asked as he peeked over the glass door at them.

“Tell her we weren’t having sex.” Branna ordered as she stood with her arms folded in front of her.

“We weren’t having sex.” Aaron looked from one to the other and then dipped his head back under the spray.

“I mean it. Tell her.” The glass door opened. Branna stood with one hand on the door and the other on her hip. She was staring at him. Her anger was obvious. It dulled a bit when her eyes dropped to examine his body. A body he didn’t hide from her as he stood facing her. “You’re still hard.”

“Sorry. Mr. Bicep isn’t here to give me a hand. Would you mind helping me out?”

“Seriously.” His sister’s voice interrupted Branna’s response. “You expect me to believe the two of you didn’t have sex. We saw you. He’d be embarrassed as hell right now if you two hadn’t.”

“I thought I was gay. Why would I care if she saw me naked if I were gay? Thanks, by the way. I appreciate you being such a lovely bitch all the time.”

“Kiss my ass. How dare you have sex with one of my friends.”

“I didn’t dare. All we did was sleep together. Now, unless you’re gonna scrub my balls, get out.”

Aaron went back to his shower. He heard the door slam shut, but the glass door was still open. Looking around, he saw Branna still staring at him.

“What?”

“You have to convince them we didn’t do anything. I’m dating Damien. He’s gonna be pissed. He might even come after you.”

“Great. I’m gonna get my ass kicked for not getting some ass. Just my luck.” Aaron motioned to the counter behind him. “There’s some new toothbrushes in the top drawer. Knock yourself out.”

“Asshole.” She said only half meaning it when she saw his sly smile appear.

When he exited the shower, she was sitting on the toilet with her pants around her ankles. Her hands covered herself quickly as he wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Excuse me.” She snapped and glared up at him.

“Sorry.” He turned away from her. “Wait. You watched me take a shower. Why am I sorry? And why are you still in here?”

“Shut up. I needed to pee and I want to take a shower.”

“Ah. I got you worked up, didn’t I? You need to rub one out. I can’t blame you for that. I am the whole piece of cake.”

“I don’t even know what that means. And you’re the one needing to rub one out. Why are you still hard?”

“And the Prom Queen’s I.Q. struggles to keep up. Shocking.” He teased. “I’m not hard at the moment. It does that. Not a big deal.”

“Damien always whines about needing to take the pressure off. How come you aren’t?”

“Because there’s no pressure. You’re just dumb enough to fall for his shit. My pecker is hard a good third of the day. It goes up and it goes down. There’s no aching or blue balls unless I get really close and don’t finish. Sorry to break this to you, but you weren’t getting me anywhere near close.”

The hard smack to his back caught him by surprise. “Watch it.”

“What was that for?” He turned to see her glaring up at him.

“The Prom Queen remark. I’ve got a three eight at the moment.”

Aaron’s eyes went to the jeans on the floor and then to her long shapely legs. She caught his smile, but didn’t anticipate his head dropping to kiss her. His hand found the back of her head to deny her escape. She gasped in surprise as she tried to push him away. When his other hand slid down to find the small of her back, she tensed and then relaxed. Her eyes were wide when he opened his and broke the kiss.

“Why’d you do that?” She asked. Her hands weren’t pushing anymore. She was just staring up at him.

“If I’m gonna get my ass kicked, I might as well deserve it. Would you mind kissing me back this time?”

He saw antalya escort the start of a smile when his words registered a split second before he covered her mouth with his. This time she didn’t fight or struggle at all. His hand relaxed at the back of her neck as his thumb teased under her ear. He could feel her nails digging into his shoulders. Reaching down, he picked her up and spun to place her on the counter. Her tongue reached out to find his as his crossed her lips. Confident she was actually into the kiss, his hand moved down her back and then both of them went under her shirt to find soft warm skin.

Aaron felt her legs hook around his and pull herself closer to him as her hands gripped his dark hair. She was the aggressor now. Her tongue moving with his. When she realized her shirt was almost off, she broke the kiss. Her hands stopped him as she tried to control her breathing.

“You’re hard again.”

He looked down his body to see she was right. Their movements had caused his towel to drop. He saw her smile and he shrugged. “You’ve got a talented tongue. But you really need to listen to people when they speak.”

“What do you mean?”

“Your morning breath is killing me, woman. Who’s ass did you lick last night?”

He was prepared for her this time. She didn’t land a blow before she found her arms pinned behind her back and his lips on her neck. He heard her sigh and wiggle a bit when his tongue ran down to the start of her shoulder and over her collarbone.

“You need to stop doing that.”

“I think you like it.”

“That’s the problem. I’m really liking it. I have a boyfriend and you’re supposed to be gay.”

“I’m feeling bi today.”

“Seriously.” She pulled away from him. “Please stop.”

Aaron let go of her but only moved back enough to look at her. He saw her large blue eyes staring at him. His hand came up and brushed a strand of hair from her face and tucked it neatly behind her ear. She patiently waited as he traced her eyebrow with his fingertip. A small smile curling her lips.

“I take it you don’t want company in the shower.”

“No thanks.”

“All right. Can you at least scream out my name when you cum?”

“Sure. It’s the least I can do for you. Now, get out of here.” A blush accompanied the smile as she watched him retrieve his towel and sneak a peek at her legs before shutting the door.

Aaron had just sat down on the couch to flip through channels when his sister found him. He turned his head from hovering over his cereal bowl when she flopped down next to him and ran a finger over his shirtless back.

“Holy shit. She did scratch you up. Why the hell would she have sex with you?”

“Maybe she likes decent guys. You could learn from her. But then again, bitches don’t attract decent guys. Why the hell did you tell everyone I’m gay?”

“Cause you are. Always have been.” She said with a smug smile.

“Why?” He looked at her as he took another bite.

She shrugged “It’s what sister’s do. You’re an ass. You were always narcing on me. So I got even.”

“No. I always refused to take the blame for you. If you would have been smart enough to not leave evidence of all the stupid shit you did, I wouldn’t have had to. Your boyfriends would break shit and you’d try to blame me.”

“You could have covered for me.”

“When you find a guy that treats you decent, I will. And Branna and I didn’t have sex. She cuddled up next to me to sleep and that’s it.”

“I know what sex looks like. And you were naked.”

“Obviously you don’t. I had underwear on and so did she. Now, why don’t you clean shit up for a change. I’m going for a run.”

Aaron took off at an easy pace. He was tired and still a bit sore from the unusual bed. The late autumn morning in Arizona was cooler than it should have been. He ran his normal route through the Phoenix suburb. It took thirty minutes to warm up enough to stretch out his long legs and find his normal pace. Two hours later, he was jogging back down his block and up his driveway. He opened the door and heard a loud male voice and some quieter female denials.

He made his way through the house and towards the kitchen. Mr. Bicep was there with two large friends. Branna was crying and shaking her head, while his sister was standing between them with her hands up. Two other female friends of Paige’s were standing against the wall recording the scene on their phones.

“I hope you’re not about to hit my sister.” Aaron said as he opened the double doors that lead out to the backyard. His eyes were locked on Damien. He clenched and unclenched his fists at the sight of an aggressive guy so close to his sister. Trying to control the anger starting to build. “She might be a bitch, but don’t even think about it.”

“Who the fuck are you?” Damien turned, as did the large black guy and the even larger one.

“Whoa.” Aaron looked up at the large pillar of muscles and studied his face for a bit. “You’re West, aren’t you? The linebacker that smoked Oregon’s quarterback two weeks ago. Did he ever wake up?”

“Yea.” Deacon West smiled. Pride in the hit showing through. “Eventually.”

“That was an awesome hit. How’d you play yesterday? I didn’t catch the game.”

“Who gives a fuck?” Damien said. “Hey, wait. You’re him, aren’t you?”

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Katie Andrews was driving down the main highway coming home from a long stressful day at the office. She was horny as hell and was heading home to get ready to go out to a club. She was brought out of her thoughts as a police car was behind her flashing its lights at her, signaling her to pull over.

‘Shit, this day keeps getting better and better,’ she thought as she realized that she was speeding. She pulled over to the side of the road, the police officer got out his car and walked towards her. ‘And it would be my luck that this car smells faintly like pot and the cop is incredibly sexy.’

She wound down the window as the policeman approached the car. “Ma’am did you know how fast you were going there?” asked the policeman.

“No Officer, it was an accident. I wasn’t paying attention,.” said Katie trapped in his deep brown eyes, she felt as though they were boring into her.

“You were 10 miles over the speed limit, license and registration and could you also please step out of the car,” said the policeman.

Katie grabbed her details out of her car and stepped out, she handed him the details and went back to the car.

“Officer Greg Parks, requesting information on a possible suspect, Katie Andrews. I want to know if she has any previous criminal convictions,” said Greg into the police radio

“Hold on a moment there, I’ll just check that out for you,” said a voice from the radio.

“Thank you,” said Greg.

A little while later the voice came back over the radio. “One small charge a few years ago, possession of illegal substances. Marijuana,”

“Thanks for the information,” said Greg as he walked back to the car. He looked closely at her examining her ample bust and her shimmering blond hair. “Ma’am please put your hands on the roof of the car, I will be conducting a drug search,” said Greg.

As Katie placed her hands on the car she thought ‘Oh great, this just keeps getting better and better,’ She noticed that the officer was taking special care with her breasts and decided that if he was going to cop a feel, she’d repay him and brushed herself against his waist. When he bent over her to search her legs, she grinded herself into his crotch. Her horny side rejoiced when she came in contact with his hardness bulging in his pants.

“I need to search your car now for any illegal substances,” said Greg.

‘Thank god he wont find anything in there, if he does I’m so going to throttle Jeff,’ thought Katie, she watched him bend over the seats in the back of her car admiring his well toned arse that was pressing against his pants. She had to resist the evil temptation to grope him. While he was searching the boot of her car, she got out a pen and wrote her address on the piece of paper.

‘This is one sexy cop,’ she thought as she waited for him to finish searching.

After Greg had finished searching her car, he walked back over to her and handed back to her car registration. “As you were 10 miles over the speed limit, you have been suspended from driving for a month. Your car will be towed to your residence,” said Greg.

‘Dammit, that sucks. I’ll have to teach this cop a lesson. Maybe I can turn this into a good thing,’ thought Katie as her hormones took full control again.

“Looks like I will need a ride home then,” said Katie. As she followed Greg to the squad car.

“I have to go back to the station and drop the car keys to the squad car back,” said Greg as he got into the car, discreetly adjusting his hardness in his pants.

After they had gotten to the station and Katie was left waiting outside for Greg to return, she was thinking of ways to seduce him. Then an evil little plan popped into her head, she decided to open her blouse slightly and remove her bra stuffing it in her dress pocket.

As Greg came out he got immediately hard again as he saw her in a sexy pose against the lamppost and noticing that she had no bra either. His pants become rather restrictive as he led Katie to his car. When they got into the car, Katie handed him the scrap of paper she was intending to give to him.

The whole journey Katie was intent on keeping him hard and aroused by purposely teasing herself and accidentally brushing his leg, she noticed his handcuffs gleaming on his belt. She leaned over him when she pointed out her house, taking care to brush his leg. As he stopped the car in front of her house, she said to him “Are you coming in?”

As she walked to her front door unlocking it she almost whooped in success when she heard his car door opening as he walked up the drive following her. When she got inside she slid her jacket off, making her half unbuttoned blouse seem even more revealing. She turned and regarded him, her hormones loving that he was in uniform complete with cuffs and gun.

Greg stood in the doorway, stunned at her appearance. She made the transformation from prim, overworked office woman to a sultry, sexy temptress quite surprisingly. Katie walked over to him and pulled afyon escort him through the door way. She wanted to test her luck so she leaned forward and kissed his neck, making him shudder.

Taking this as a good sign, she placed her hands at the collar of his uniform shirt and began to slowly unbutton his shirt while she caught his gaze. “Sexy man in a uniform, thing I love the most,” she murmured to him as she pushed his uniform shirt off his shoulders. She pulled his white under-shirt out of his pants and ran her hands up his muscular chest. Greg groaned into her mouth when she thrust her tongue down his, her hands exploring his muscular chest and stomach.

“You know my name, but I don’t even know yours,” said Katie as she pulled her hands out of his shirt and slid her hands up his sides taking his shirt with them.

“Greg,” he murmured as she pulled his shirt over his head. Her eyes feasting on his chest, taking in his well toned body. Greg leaned into her as they kissed, he reached up to her shirt and unbuttoned it pulling it off exposing her breasts. He massaged the pert globes of flesh as Katie reached around him and unclipped his holster letting his gun fall to the ground. “Want to take this up to my bed, Greg?” asked Katie huskily.

“Yeah sure,” said Greg as he followed Katie towards to the bedroom. When in the bedroom, she grabbed him and pressed her body into his and kissed him passionately, she groped for his handcuffs. Finding them she pulled them off his belt. Greg assumed that she was just going to throw them away, not knowing that she had other devious plans for them. He turned to face the bed playing right into her trap, before Greg could respond she had his hand handcuffed to the bed post.

“Katie what are you doing?” asked Greg a little worried now.

“Don’t worry Greg, it will be fine, you’ll enjoy this I promise,” said Katie as she left the room. Greg pulled at the handcuffs and called out to her. She smirked evilly to herself as she retrieved her bag which had a scarf in it. She returned to the room with the scarf and took stock of the sexy shirtless man in front of her.

She grabbed his arm and tied his other hand to the other bedpost. “Greg, I promise you’ll love this,” she said to him. She licked her finger and then trailed it from his lips, down his chest to his beltline where she gave the sizeable bulge in his pants a massage, eliciting a moan from him, she lowered her mouth to his chest and licked his nipple while massaging his manhood through his pants. She traced her tongue over his well defined muscles, then swiping her tongue at the trail of hair running under his waistband.

Greg had his head resting against the bed moaning in pleasure as she teased his muscles with her tongue. She lifted her head and put her hand around Greg’s neck lifting him up and then passionately kissing him while her other hand unbuckled his belt then she unbuttoned his pants, sliding the zipper down, she grasped his pants and slid them off pulling off his shoes and socks with them.

She broke the kiss and trailed her tongue down from his lips under his throat and kissed and bit his skin as she moved down his chest, teasing his nipples as she went down. Greg began struggling against his bonds and groaned in pleasure and frustration his cock throbbed painfully in his stretched boxers. She licked over his hardness through his boxers.

Katie got off Greg and stood up, she unziped her dress and slid it off. Sliding her fingers into her panties she slid them her legs, she pressed two fingers into her folds and began to moan softly as she stimulated herself. Greg watched her intently as she tortured him slowly, slowly driving him crazy with need.

Katie pulled her fingers out of herself and said to Greg, “Do you want to taste me?”

Greg moaned in response unable to string together any coherent words. Katie put her fingers up to Greg’s lips and let his tongue clean off her fingers. Katie straddled him and began dry humping him, his boxers maddeningly obstructing him from gaining access. Greg moaned loudly as she continued to grind herself on him. “Do you want me Greg?” asked Katie.

Greg moaned loudly as she continued to grind into his boxer-covered hardness. “Oh, god! Katie!” shouted Greg.

“Yes? What do you want Greg?” asked Katie seductively

“Ahh! Fuck! I can’t take it anymore please fuck me!” shouted Greg as he continued to moan and squirm at her ministrations.

Katie got off him and slid his soaked boxers off his legs, revealing his very hard and very ready cock to her. She grasped his thickness and stroked him from base to tip rubbing her thumb over the glistening top, making him growl in pleasure. She quickly deep-throated him, a deep growl rumbled out of him as she licked him from base to tip whipping her tongue all over him, she then began swallowing around him. Greg yelled out in pleasure as he exploded into her mouth, her mouth working his hardness she swallowed all of his aydın escort saltiness.

“Oh, god. That was incredibly amazing Katie,” panted Greg as he recovered from his orgasm.

“I’m not done with you yet,” said Katie as she drew her fingers up his shaft, Greg threw his head back and growled in pleasure as she grasped his thick cock and began pumping him, building him back up to full hardness. When he was rock hard again, she straddled him and with one quick thrust, pulled him all the way in. Greg growled deeply as Katie moaned and ground herself on his renewed hardness.

They moaned in pleasure together as Katie began to slam herself down onto him, she pulled Greg into a fiery kiss as she brushed her breasts against his muscular chest. Greg couldn’t stand the pressure any longer and began thrusting up into her. Katie broke the kiss, she grasped his sweaty back as he met her thrust for thrust. Katie screamed her pleasure as she clenched around Greg, digging her nails into his back.

The dual pleasure/pain sent Greg over the edge. He roared out in pleasure, shouting her name as he exploded into her. After their breathing returned to normal Katie kissed behind his ear and said. “You were so awesome,” and untied his hand. She then got off him and unlocked the handcuffs, releasing him.

He stood up and picked up Katie, she shrieked in surprise as he dumped her on the bed. “I need to pay you back for that adventure Katie. I know you’ll love this,” said Greg as he pinned her into the mattress.

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Greg slid his body up hers dragging himself up her, he grinded his growing hardness into her crotch making her groan as he rested his head on her shoulder and softly growled in her ear as he lightly bit and licked her ear making her shudder. “I’m going to make you scream Katie,” growled Greg as he traced his teeth behind her ear.

Greg grasped his thick cock and pushed himself inside of her slick entrance, groaning as he pushed himself all the way in. Katie writhed under him as Greg began to build up a steady pace, thrusting into her while teasing her neck with his teeth and tongue. Katie moaned against his chest while he thrust into her, she wrapped her arms around his back and pulled him to her, as he increased his pace.

Katie began grinding her waist against his, causing more friction making them groan in pleasure. Greg caught her gaze, he grasped her face and pulled her into a searing kiss, as her moans began to turn into screams of pleasure. Katie thought to herself that she needed to keep control, she wanted to force Greg to come with her.

Katie wrapped her legs around his waist as he thrusted into her powerfully, both of them panting and groaning at the exertion. Katie began twisting her hips on his, grinding him as he thrust into her. She screamed as Greg began to lose control, he growled and began thrusting wildly into her. Just as Katie thought she couldn’t hold it any longer Greg tensed up. She let her orgasm follow freely over her, screaming her pleasure and breathlessly shouting his name as she clamped down on Greg hardness. He growled and then exploded as her clamped muscles milked him dry.

He extracted himself from her and collapsed beside her, he moaned and said “That was amazing, you’re so tight,”

Katie put her hand on his chest and then said “Your amazing too, I’m starving how about you?” asked Katie as she traced the muscular ridges of his abs.

“Yeah, I am but not just for food,” smirked Greg, he pushed her off him and trailed his fingers down her body. She elicited a small moan as Greg rubbed his fingers over her hardening nub, he lowered his head down and took one of her nipples into his mouth and slowly laved his tongue over it. When he thrust one of his fingers inside she squealed in pleasure. He switched breasts as he slipped another finger into her wetness, Katie moaned deeply as he thrust his fingers into her wet heat. She moaned in disappointment when he pulled his fingers out and got off her, Greg moved down her body, grasping her hips he thrusted his tongue deep inside her.

Katie let out a surprised squeak of pleasure as his tongue drove into her. Katie was a pleasure wracked mass as Greg’s hands reached up and massaged her breasts as he continued to suck and lick at the inside of her walls. She shrieked in pleasure as Greg blew heated air over her while thrusting his tongue inside of her. She writhed as her orgasm blasted through her. “Wow that was amazing Greg,” said Katie as she regained her breath.

“I really am hungry, what do you have to eat?” asked Greg.

“I don’t know really, I might not have anything edible. I was planning on going out tonight, I would have had food there,” said Katie.

“We can order something,” said Greg

“Great idea,” said Katie.

She walked down the hall naked and picked up the phone and called for takeout. Greg came out equally as naked and asked her “How long until the food gets here?”

“Not long he said 15 minutes,” ağrı escort said Katie.

“Well then I better put some clothes on then,” said Greg as he picked up his shirt and went back to the bedroom to retrieve his pants.

Katie reclined on the couch as she waited for Greg to return, as he walked into the dark room Katie thought ‘He is so incredibly sexy, this must be my reward for getting through such an unbelievably crappy day,’ She reached up and pulled Greg down on top of her, careful to brush his crotch as she pulled him down onto her. She dragged him into a steamy kiss, pushing her hands under and up his shirt massaging his chest. She wrapped her legs around his and grinding into him, feeling him growing hard. She decided to surprise him by breaking the kiss and bit him on the back of his neck, making him yelp in surprise at the sudden pain.

Greg’s hand snaked down and began to massage her folds, making her moan softly. Before they could proceed any further the doorbell rang. Katie cursed as Greg got off her and answered the door. After paying for the pizza he brought it inside and shut the door.

“Take your clothes off Greg, I want to see that sexy body of yours” said Katie as she grabbed some pizza out of the box. Greg pulled his shirt over his head and then undid his pants and pulled them off. As he reached over to grab some of the pizza, Katie was tempted to grasp his hardness but held back. They ate in relative silence, when they had finished eating Katie picked up the boxes and put them into the fridge. She walked back into the lounge room, she shrieked in shock as Greg grabbed her and tossed her onto the couch. She moaned as he thrust into her powerfully. They set a frenzied pace slamming each other hips together fast, it wasn’t long before Katie grasped his shoulders and screamed out in pleasure. She tightened around Greg and loved the feeling of him exploding deep inside of her.

Greg picked her up and carried her back to the bedroom where they changed the pace and made slow gentle and passionate love, they drifted off to sleep together in each others arms, completely spent and completely relaxed.

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When Katie woke up in the morning she noticed that there was nobody in the room, her first though was ‘Damnit I don’t I have his number,’ then she realized she knew where he worked but getting there would be a problem as she wasn’t allowed to drive. She then smelled cooking and went to investigate. She saw Greg standing over her kitchen sink with a pan of eggs, she decided to play a joke on him and crept up on him. She grabbed his hips and yanked down his boxers and slapped his toned ass then reached around and grasped his cock, she felt an immediate reaction as he started to grow hard. Greg nearly dropped the pan and cursed in surprise as Katie let go off his hardening member.

“Katie, why did you do that for?” scolded Greg.

“You made me think you left,” pouted Katie.

“Sorry for that, I got up to make you breakfast and you slap me on the ass,” complained Greg

“Sorry, I thought it would be funny to see your reaction,” giggled Katie as Greg stepped out of his boxers and put the pan down on the sink bench.

“Well, it will be interesting to see your reaction to this,” said Greg as he took in her naked form, he grabbed her waist and lifted her up. He pushed her into the bench and murmured “You’re already wet for me?”

“You turn me on,” purred Katie sexily as she leaned her head back and moaned as Greg pushed his hard thickness deep inside of her. He fucked her wildly into the kitchen bench, both of them groaning in pleasure as Greg trapped her body against the kitchen bench and drove himself into her as fast as he could manage. Greg leaned back as he thrust into her, he growled out in pleasure as Katie endured a breathless orgasm, clenching strongly over him. Greg couldn’t take the pressure he growled deeply as he came deep inside her.

“Now breakfast,” panted Greg. Katie breathlessly nodded at him.

“Do you need to work today Greg?” asked Katie after she had regained her breath enough to speak.

“No, I got today off. How about you?” asked Greg.

“Sorry, I do have to go to work. Can you please take me there, seeing as I can’t drive anymore,” said Katie.

“Well seeing as you were speeding, sure I’ll take you” said Greg.

“The one good thing about yesterday that turned the whole craptastic day into something good was when I seduced you. You certainly helped with the stress relief,” said Katie.

“Happy to help,” smirked Greg as he pulled his boxers back on.

After breakfast, Katie pulled Greg into the shower with her. Greg took her against the wall and needless to say Katie was going to be very late for work.

When she finally arrived at her workplace. Greg handed her a piece of paper with his phone number on it. “Call me, last night was amazing. I’m sure you’d like to repeat it sometime?” said Greg.

“I’d love to, now I have to go or I’m going to be really late,” said Katie.

“Ok, goodbye. Call me,” said Greg as he drove off.

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After a busy stressful day at work Katie pulled her phone out of her bag, she also pulled out the number that Greg had given her. After a few rings Greg answered the phone, “Hello,” said Greg.

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