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Richard’s mother was waiting in the kitchen when he arrived home. “Its eight thirty, where have you been all night?” she asked a frown on her face.

He grabbed her and waltzed her around the room. “You know where I’ve been and who I’ve been with,” he smiled, “you asked me last night and Mum, I’ve had a night I’ll never forget.”

She laughed and tried to escape from his arms.” you’re a silly young bugger.” she cried, “let me get breakfast.”

He kissed her on the lips. “You had better wash up, you reek of sex,” she said as she pushed him away.

Richard was still horny after along night with Chandelle. He found his mothers opposition exciting. He looked at his mum, “I think you’re jealous,” he cried.

He moved over and kissed her on the neck. “Stop it” she cried as she felt a tremble in her thighs. He ran his hands up over her tight bum. “Wouldn’t it be great if I could spend the night with you one day,” he said as he kissed her hard.

“Oh no never,” she cried as another tremor of excitement sweep over her body. “I’m your mother, that’s incest, it’s against the law, so don’t be so stupid” she cried as she ran from the room.

Richard stood in the shower his hand holding his throbbing cock. He could not forget Chandelle. He had only left her an hour ago, but his cock was rock hard and his balls bursting.

She was tremendous, she let me do anything, she seemed so happy; she just let me do anything, he thought as he remembered their night together.

He fooled around for a while making up his mind, before he rang Chandelle’s mobile.

A sleepy voice answered after it had rang for some time. “Is that you?” he asked. “Richard? Oh Richard, what’s wrong love?”

“Can I come over?” he whispered “What, so soon? It’s only an hour since you left,” she cried her voice gradually becoming clearer and more excited.

“I don’t care, I want you,” he whispered. “I m as hard as rock and I want you.” “I want to kiss your pussy:” he whispered “I want to suck on your magnificent breasts.” “I want to stroke you and touch you.” “I want to fuck you.”

. How long will it take you to get here?” Chandelle moaned. “Fifteen minutes, be ready,” he cried as he rang off.

Chandelle stretched her long brown body and thought of Richard. Last night had been the most exciting sexual experience of her whole life.

It wasn’t just the physical sex that had turned her to butter in his hands. It was the way he treated her, the respect he paid her body. The love that filled her ears when he spoke.

Richard was an inventive and enthusiastic lover. Lover was the word. He loved her in every position, in every way. At no time did she feel used. Like she had felt in the past.

He had immediately taken her in his arms and cuddled her close when they slipped into the back seat of the car. There was no sense of rushing, no hurry. He kissed and stroked her before and after they made love.

He talked to her, whispering what he would like to do and how much he had enjoyed what they had already done. She was overwhelmed, he was so loving so considerate of her feelings, she had felt as though she could just cry.

Never once did she feel neglected never once did she feel he had had enough and wanted to go home. He kept returning to take her in his arms time after time.

She smiled as she remembered how he had been nervous when he asked her to do it dog fashion the first time.

She hadn’t like doing it that way; it was an animal’s position where the man was in control. Last night she had felt so good that she agreed readily, when he asked.

She recalled how he stood behind her in the car park as he positioned her so she stood with her feet on the road. She had let her head fall down on the back seat and waited.

Richard bent over her back and reached around to massage her clit for so long that in the end she was willing him to fuck her dog fashion or not.

His hand had never stopped running around in little circles on her clit even when she started to buck and push back when they both came.

His fingers were like feathers. They stroked her pussy and her clit, so light, so soft, that she was a bundle of nerves always tingling, always expecting.

Finally when her body had reached a peak unknown to her in the past, he had leant over her back and bit her on the shoulder.

“You’re wonderful,” he had whispered. “I love the sight of your body from this angle. You have the shape of a classic artist’s model. it’s perfect. Your brown skin excites me, especially your tiny waist and those lovely cheeks.”

She trembled as she remembered how he had stroked her bottom with one hand and sighed,” Your perfect,” as his cock entered the mouth of her pussy.

Chandelle shook her head and struggled to her feet, reliving ordu escort the night’s experiences had made her heart beat faster and her juices flow; she would have to shower before Richard arrived.

Richard rushed out of the elevator and hurried to her room. When he knocked the door was not locked and swung open allowing him to slip in quietly.

Chandelle had showered. She was lying naked on the bed, her legs open allowing him full view of her black pussy.

Richard could not recall later how he got out of his clothes, or what he had said or done. He knew he had the most mind blowing orgasm that he could ever remember.

He knew that Chandelle had kept him alive time and again, until he was so completely drained that he didn’t believe he would ever get hard again.

He remembered how he lay on his back holding Chandelles beautiful tits in his hands as her body bounced on his, until they both collapsed in a sweaty cum soaked heap.

Down stairs he steered her to a table in the coffee shop. The cold leather seat reminded her that Richard had kept her underclothes the night before. “Where’s my thong?” she whispered after the waitress left with their order.

His hand ran up between her legs and touched her pussy. “You don’t need it.” “Maybe not,” she grinned, “but where is it.”

“Oh hell, don’t you remember, I hung it on the limb of that tree in the car park. You know the one with that big low branch that you laid over for me.”

She blushed, making him laugh. He kissed her ear and whispered quietly, “Yes that’s the one, remember, not dog fashion, gorilla fashion. It wasn’t very successful but it was fun. Remember?” he asked licking his fingers from her pussy.

Remember, how I could forget,”” she cried I have never had so much fun in my life.”

“Me too, what a night.” Richard’s fingers returned to play with the lips of her pussy under the coffee shop table. “I’ll have to go back up there and rescue it, if someone hasn’t already taken it.

“Would you like to come with me?”

“What now?” she asked her face showing her surprise.

“No! Its daylight, people would see what I want to do with you, let’s go up to your room first,” he whispered as his hand flicked her clit making her body jump.

“Behave the waitress is watching,” she said as she squeezed her legs together trapping his hand.

It was two o’clock in the afternoon when Richard kissed Chandelle and headed home. He had the afternoon cookie run to look forward to as he strode out of the elevator into the lobby.

He heard a voice call, “Richard,” and turned to see coach Jorgensen’s wife Bettina waving across the lobby.

Shit what’s she doing here, he thought as he made his way over to her corner booth. “Hi,” she whispered. “I’m waiting for a friend, she’s very late. Will you sit and have a drink with me I don’t like sitting on my own.” she whispered as she waved for a waiter.

Richard ordered a drink and sat back studying Bettina Jorgensen. She ran a fitness centre with her husband as a sideline to his coaching position at school.

Her body reflected the hours she put into the fitness business. Her body didn’t carry an ounce of fat. Her legs and arms were hard and muscular, she was one fit lady.

“My god you look great, he said “I don’t think I have seen any one who looks so fit. How do you do it?” “Thank you, I work at it,” she said smiling at his compliment.

“I’m not into gyms or exercise centres, coach Jorgensen keeps us pretty fit at school.”

“You look pretty good.” she said, “a few days with me and you’d be much fitter. You would loose that little flab on your hips.”

Richard looked around, “have you got x-ray eyes,” he whispered “I though my shirt hid that. Don’t tell coach he hasn’t noticed yet.”

“Sit beside me,” she ordered and I’ll check you out while we are waiting.” Richard had been sitting opposite her in the booth. He stood up and slid on to the seat beside her.

“You’re quite tall,” she said, you can carry a bit of weight. She ran her hands over his arms, “lift up your shirt.” “Hey,” he growled “this is a lobby bar.”

“Stop being a wimp,” she cried, “no one is sitting nearby so there is no one who can see over here.”

She pulled his shirt out of his trousers and grabbed a handful of skin, “this is flab you haven’t been training.”

Richard sat looking down at her hand and the handful of fat she was holding. “I can’t leave you alone for long,” a woman`s voice said with a laugh.

Both Bettina and Richard jumped and turned around to find a small tanned blonde woman standing a few feet away.

“Oh Harriett,” Bettina cried, “You startled me.” “So I should, when I find you undressing a young man in a bar.” Harriet replied.

Bettina wasn’t osmaniye escort embarrassed, “this is Richard he’s one of my husband’s footballers, we were looking at his extra flab around his waist.”

Harriet gave a little laugh, “Is that what you were doing?” She pushed Richard over and slid in so the three of them were occupying the bench seat.

Her hand joined Bettina’s on his stomach, “yep he’ll have to work that off,” she agreed.

Richard was keen to get out of the booth, but they ran their hands all over him, laughing as they checked him out. “Harriett is going to work in the fitness centre,” Bettina said as they moved to let him escape.

“Drop down after school and we’ll get you fit”. “Thanks I’ll think about it,” he called as he left.

Harriet and Bettina huddled together in the booth. “He could be the one we want,” Bettina said as they raised their glasses.

Harriet and Bettina had planned to meet to talk about sex. Both were fed up with their non performing husbands and the big chested ego trippers at the fitness centre.

They were looking for a bit of excitement, something different.

They had met over coffee on two other occasions to talk of new sex partners and where to find them, but accomplished nothing;

Today Bettina had stumbled on Richard. He was young clean cut, and well built. He was what locals would call a decent young man. Harriet, who had run her hands over him thoroughly, swore he was well hung.

How to catch his eye and his interest was the question. How to have him satisfy their needs. How to let him know they were interested in a threesome.

Richard was late on his cookie run. The mums looked forward to his visits to collect cookies for the markets. Most of them arranged for him to visit at times when they would be alone.

He would look for their signal before proceeding inside where they waited. He would always kiss them thoroughly and run his hands over their bodies before a word was said. Richard had become the highlight of many bored mums day.

He was still recovering from his long sessions with Chandelle. He was going to see her again tonight. His plan for the cookie drive was to kiss and cuddle, lick a little pussy and do his best not to end up fucking.

Thirty eight year old, long legged Jennifer had been a virgin when she married. She had been shy and timid when she met Richard.

Three months later her pussy tingled when she thought of him. He had made her so proud of her body especially her long sexy legs that she now was in full control of her life.

She had a new confidence in herself and it showed in the way she walked and appeared in public.

She waited for Richard inside her front door. He grabbed her and kissed her running his hands down her body to hold her by the cheeks of her backside.

“Behave” she whispered, “didn’t you see my signal, cooks out in the kitchen she’s used a different recipe for her cookies today; She has waited to let you taste them before you deliver them to the market.”

“I want to taste you,” Richard whispered. He dropped to his knees and lifter her skirt. “Good girl he whispered no panties.”

His hands held her buttocks as his tongue and lips kissed and licked around the edge of her clean shaven pussy.

“That’s nice, you’ve shaved,” he whispered as his hands eased her legs apart.

Jennifer didn’t know what to do. She loved the way Richard licked her pussy. At night she lay beside her snoring husband and played with her clit.

She would recall, as her hands worked her pussy, how Richards tongue felt as it urged her body to respond with shuddering gasping orgasms.

“Cook,” she gasped, “stop it, cook’s out in the kitchen she’ll hear.” Richard had slipped his finger into her pussy and moved it with his tongue as it licked her clit.

Jennifer shuddered, “Oh hell,” she groaned. “That’s nice but please stop we can’t get caught.” Richard knew she was right. “Where’s the maid and your sons,” he whispered. “They’re out, it’s only the cook,” she moaned.

“Ok, go up to your bedroom. I’ll come up shortly. Remember our first time, strip off and wear those tall stilettos, put on your black stockings and a garter belt.

Nothing else just you, put your hair up and use some of that sultry red lipstick I bough you.” “Hurry I’ll go and see cook, try her cookies and send her home.”

Richard snuck up behind Jennifer’s cook, she was singing low as she washed dishes in the sink. He slipped his arms around her and held her large soft tits. “Guess who?” he whispered.

“It could only be you master Richard,” she giggled, “You’re the only one cheeky enough.”

Jennifer had employed a Pilipino maid and cook. Richard had befriended the cook when they started. sinop escort She was the best cookie maker in the group.

She loved cooking; the trouble was she loved food. She had started to put on a lot of weigh from eating her own cooking.

Richard liked her large soft body. He turned her around and kissed her. His hands squashed between them, still pinched her nipples and rolled her tits “Be careful” she whispered “the Mistress is home.”

They packed the cookies, stopping to kiss when his hand ran up under her skirt and fingered her pussy. She rode his finger. Her body moving back and forth, “you always tease me,” she cried “when are you going to fuck me?”

“Soon, soon,” Richard said as he thought of Jennifer upstairs,

They kissed while he helped her gather her things “I’ll have to call on your mistress,” he said as he kissed her and watched her walk to the gate.

Upstairs Jennifer stood in front of the mirror. She ran her hands up under her breasts and pulled her nipples, she was wet. She had one or two minor orgasms as she undressed and remembered her first time with Richard.

Richard loved her long legs and her mouth. She loved the way he would kiss her and whisper to her for hours, telling her how horny her legs made him.

When they had both become so horny they could scream, he would suck on her lips and whisper, “Your legs are beautiful but now I want those luscious lips wrapped around my cock.”

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard him coming up the stairs. She checked herself in the mirror and turned as he came in the door.

Richard stopped “my god you’re beautiful,” he moaned “you’re just fucking magnificent.” He licked his lips; her tall slim body was taller still in a pair of very high heels.

The black stockings and garter belt stood out in stark contrast to her smooth white skin. Her hairless pussy gleamed in the shallow shadow between her legs.

But it was those lips, wearing a lipstick he had bought, that made his cock rear. Those lips that had sucked his cock so often in the past beckoned him, making him moan. “I want those lips wrapped around me.”

She moved over and knelt in front of him. “I knew you would want me, I can’t wait to taste you,” she whispered as she looked up into his eyes,’

She watched him as his trousers dropped around his knees .Her hands pushed his boxers down until his cock sprung free. She took it in her hands and stroked it, all the time looking up into his eyes.

“I love your cock,” she groaned. “I love sucking it and kissing it it’s beautiful.”

She seemed to wet her mouth before she moved forward until her lips encircled the head. Her tongue flitted out and in, her mouth lightly touching his slit then backing off.

Her lips left a trail of lipstick that he would marvel over later in the shower, when it would remind him of the hours they spent together while she sucked his cock.

She rolled her head from side to side, a lump formed in her cheek letting him see where his cock pushed hard against her cheeks.

She would take him all in until she would gag and then slowly ease back until she was once again licking its head.

“Like that?” she whispered as she looked up at him once more.

“Oh yes,” Richard moaned, “oh yes that’s lovely.”

Her lips and tongue concentrated on the head and nothing else for a few minutes, until still looking him straight in the eye she slipped her lips down his length to his balls.

He grunted when she took one then the other into her mouth and sucked gently.

“Oh my god,” he cried “your wonderful.”

Richard felt weak in the knees. In three short months shy timid Jennifer had become an expert at sucking his cock. At first she had been tentative, or maybe the word was indifferent.

In those early days she worked his cock so vigorously with her hands and mouth that it was obvious she wanted to get it over and done with as soon as possible. It would take a couple of minutes before he would come.

She didn’t swallow, making it obvious that it was distasteful or maybe dirty. She would quickly take it out of her mouth and let it blow on her hands or his clothes. She treated it like a chore.

Now after many afternoons of loving she couldn’t get enough of his cock. To be truthful he thought I can’t get enough of her mouth, she’s fantastic.

While he day dreamed, Jennifer stroked his now near pulsing cock, running her finger nails lightly up and down its length and around the head.

Her tongue kept returning to lick around its head; she had found a little patch under the head where it joined the shaft that drove him crazy when she kissed it.

He held her hair back to watch as she let her tongue flick that patch lightly. He felt his balls tighten, He started to breath heavily. His toes tingled.

“I’m going to come,” he whispered. She looked up at him, her eyes saying yes do it.

Her hands came round to hold his arse, pulling him in tight as he felt his juices spew into her mouth. She looked up at him with love in her eyes as she swallowed.

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I love to masturbate in the shower. I have multiple shower heads, with one that is connected to a hose so it’s able to be used as needed. There are different settings on this shower head that includes a pulsating massage. The shower is set back into a corner; the outside walls creating a three angled glass front, with the door in the middle slate of glass. There are multiple buttons that can be used to select which spouts of water are on. My favorite setting is the rain, tiny holes in the ceiling that let the warm water fall softly over the whole shower. Along with the shower head on the hose set to a pulsating massage.

There are three seats, one in each corner. The shower was obviously built for other uses besides daily hygiene. Other than the little crevices in the walls for soap and shampoo there is also a closed cubby. This has a corner click release that opens the door. In there is where I keep my favorite toys.

Tonight I have a friend coming over. He’s a man I met online and we’ve been having great fun explaining to each other our wildest sex fantasies. Finally it has gotten to the point to where the fantasies are no longer enough and I asked him to visit me. He’s from out of town, but he gladly agreed to get a plane ticket to come be with me for the night. His name is Brock, and he is very handsome, I know from the fabulous webcam that we’ve used.

From what I can tell, he’s tall… he has short dark hair, and almost black eyes. He has a slightly furry chest and the hair runs down the middle of his stomach and matching pubic hair. His member is quite pleasing, at least from the view of the camera. My best guess is that he is about eight or nine inches long and has plenty of girth to satisfy.

I just finished my shower, as he is due to be at the door within the hour. In the shower I used my pulsating massage shower head and held it against my clit. While my other hand was working my slim waterproof vibrator inside my pussy. I didn’t want to seem too eager for him tonight. I had an orgasm quickly then continued on with my shower. My makeup is now finished and I have the widescreen wall mount TV on. Something about the origin of peanut butter was on, but later we’ll be watching the movie that I have already set up in the DVD player.

My place is smaller, a loft on the twelfth floor of a downtown building. The door is a massive steel door, with an ice box handle. When opened it swings wide. The walls of my place are of a very dark brunette brick with recessed lighting and the ceilings are high. Just inside the door there is the only room in the place to the right, a normal bathroom with the toilet, sink and a regular bath. The walls of the bathroom running all the way to the ceiling, decorated as the other walls in my apartment are, with various paintings I’ve fallen in love with over the years.

Following the wall to the right, in the corner that the bathroom wall creates, is the standing shower that I love so much. Next is the bed, a California King, beside it on either side are end tables, each with reading lights and a box of tissues. Then there is my armoire, thick and long to hold my many outfits. After that is where the kitchen starts, on that same wall are the cabinets and the pantry. Then turning the corner there are more cabinets and the range. These are broken from the rest of the kitchen by a massive window that runs from the floor to the ceiling. Turning the corner, there are more cabinets and the fridge. To wrap it all up there is an island in the middle, which includes more cabinets, the sink and the dishwasher.

Moving along the last wall, where the kitchen ends is the living room. Since I am in the corner loft, the entire north wall of the living room is glass. Again they are from the floor to the ceiling. This intimated me when I first moved in, but the super assured me that the glass is at least six inches thick. Which over the years I began to believe, when the window washers are there on Sundays, I can barely hear them squeaking against the glass. There are massive curtains that I have stuffed into the corner that run along a track on the ceiling. These are only closed on the days that the washers are there. Otherwise they are wide open, inviting the view of the city into my life on a daily… and nightly basis. The curtain in the kitchen is closed in the mornings and while I’m at work, to keep out the beating sun rising in the east.

The living room is complete with a massive entertainment center. The wall mounted TV, a Boss stereo and the staggering shelves of movies are on the wall with the door. The living room set consists of a three cushioned couch and two matching recliners. They’re upholstered with a dark mahogany leather. The three pieces of furniture wrap around a massive glass coffee table, perfectly centered on a rug. The entire place is run through with hardwood floors that are stained dark to match the walls.

I fell in love with the place the first time I saw it, and I’ve been living tokat escort here… alone… for the last five years. I get the view of the city without the hustle and bustle of the streets below. On the first floor of the building is everything I need. There are restaurants and clothing stores, bars and clubs. Just across the street is a market. I barely ever have to leave the block, unless I’m off to take the subway to work. The subway is only –

He’s here! I’m up on my feet in no time in response to the knock on the door, but I pause to take a deep breath. I can’t show him how enthused I am that he’s come to visit. I take a few steps from the couch that I was sitting on and reach for the door. I take another deep breath and pull the latch. The door swings open slowly and I step back to allow it room to swing. There standing in the door way is the man I have been waiting for, in more sense than one.

“Hi,” he said, throwing me that brilliant smile, creating the dimple in his left cheek that I love so much.

“Hi,” was my reply and I step back to let him in. He takes a few steps into the room and looks around in awe as I close the door behind him, locking it when it shut.

“Would you like a drink?” I usher him to put his bag by the end of my bed and invite him to follow me to the kitchen.

“Uh, sure.” He’s still gazing around the place. “You’ve got a really nice place here.” It didn’t sound like he was saying it just to be nice.

“Yes, I absolutely love it here.” I popped open the top of his favorite beer, I made sure it was on hand, and I gave it to him. He takes it and I open my own.

“Well, here’s to finally meeting.” He said and holds his bottle up to cheers. I clink my bottle with his and smile as we both take a drink.

“Shall we watch some TV?” I started walking back into the living room and he follows, I can feel his eyes on my back side. I put on the sexiest short dress I have, and it’s paid off. I sit on the couch and he sits right next to me, setting his beer down on the table.

“Anything in particular you’d like to watch?” I pick up the remote and look at the TV, and I start flipping through the many channels.

“Nope,” he shook his head as he said it, “I’m good just watching you.” Oh – my face is getting hot… he continues, “You’re even more beautiful than you looked on my computer.” My head hung slightly at his compliment.

“Thank you,” I say, “you’re much shorter than I thought you’d be.” I flashed my innocent playful smile at him.

“Ouch, I’m here for five minutes and you’re already taking stabs at me… jeez… ” His face turns to mock displeasure and he scoots just a tiny bit closer. I left the TV on a recently added to cable romantic comedy and I settle back against the couch. He does the same, and leans towards me. It seems as if he scoots just a bit closer as he did. I’m not really watching the movie, but I laugh at the parts that I’m supposed to. I adjust in my seat and move closer to him and he does the same. A few minutes later, I repeat and he does too. Now I am leaning against his shoulder and our legs and arms are touching.

“Is there anything else you may want to watch?” I ask. He thinks for a minute, looking at me. Our faces are inches apart.

“What do you have in mind?” He asks. I just smile and hit the input button on the remote. The TV flashes dark for a moment and then shows the FBI warning.

“How about this?” Did I intend to add that coy tone to my voice. I shake it off and look into his eyes as he is intently looking into mine. I can feel his breath on my chin. Already my spot in between my legs is starting to ache. I turn back to look at the TV and pick my favorite scene.

On the TV there is a girl, her tits obviously fake and she is starting to strip for two guys who are already naked sitting in separate arm chairs. She dances to the phony porn music, off beat. Brock and I sit watching her strip, and he moves his hand to my thigh… sending a wave of sexual tension through my body.

The girl on TV starts with the expected blow jobs, switching back and forth between the two men. While she’s on one of them, the other starts to play with her exposed pussy. Before long she is sitting on one of the chairs and one of the men start licking her clit, while the other is caressing her chest and sticking his fingers in her mouth. I spread my legs a little, and Brock’s hand moves farther down in between my thighs… another shriek of tension running through my body and I squirm a bit, the hot juices soaking my panties.

I turn to Brock, who turns to me. Our breath coming out heavy so close to each other. He kisses me, deep and long, wrapping the side of my neck with his free hand. I slide slightly and start moving down to lay on the couch, all the while his hand in between my thighs moves slightly higher and deeper. He continues kissing me and moves his hand from my neck down to my shirt. I purposely wore my button down shirt yozgat escort for this reason. He begins with the buttons, starting at the top and moving slowly down, revealing my lush breasts nicely wrapped in a matching black lace bra. He moves his lips from mine, and kept them moving down my neck to my chest.

Brock kisses at my nipples through my bra, then his hand moved the cup of my bra to expose my left breast. He began flicking my nipple with his tongue. While he sucks and nibbles on my nipple his hand in between my thighs moves up to my pussy, rubbing the outside of my panties lightly. I moan in response. Feeling him touching me and hearing the moans and slaps of skin coming from the TV made my heart beat race. My breath now heavy and filled with little moans and groans.

I take my top off and he leans back to take of my short black skirt, taking my panties as well. He stands and takes off his tight white crop neck shirt, revealing his muscular man chest. I undo the back of my bra as he fumbles with his belt. I toss the bra aside and lay back, watching him slip off his boxers with his jeans. His cock standing to attention. He wastes no time, his left arm scoops under my back and his right hand back to my neck. He kisses me again, hungrily. His dick head is against my pussy lips and slowly rocking up and down against them, parting them more and more with each stroke. He moans as he feels my wetness and his lips move back to my neck, shoulders and chest. I arch my back, pushing my hips upward, and he resists pulling back as I push forward. I looked toward the TV, the porn star was now straddling one of the men backwards, his cock deep in her ass. The other is positioning himself in front of her, ready to enter her pussy.

“You like that?” Brock asks me in between his kisses. I only answer with a moan. Brock’s lips move their way back to mine. When our lips make contact he slips himself into me effortlessly. I scream out with pleasure as he rocks back and forth. I wrap my legs around him, willing him to move deeper into me. I can feel his large dick moving deeper and deeper inside of me with each thrust. His breathing matches his thrusts and his groans exit his mouth each time he plummets into me.

His hands roam my body, clamping my breasts and moving down again, back to my ass. The sexual feeling no longer tension, but absolute pleasure. I moan and watch as the girl on the screen accepts her final facial cum shots.

Brock grips his arms around me and picks me up, still stuck onto his cock. He walks me, fucking me as he is, over to the bed. He lays me down gently, never missing a thrust. This movement making the feelings running through my body more intense.

Once on the bed he stays upright. He takes my ankles into his hands and holds my legs up and open. He starts moving faster and harder. Our bodies bouncing off each other as he fucks me intently. He groans loudly and collapses on top of me, rocking hard still. I leave my legs up and open as he kisses me passionately. I accept him wholly.

What? What’s he doing? He stops, standing at the end of the bed looking down at me. His cock glistening with my juices and pulses uncontrollably. His eyes light on fire as he looks over my body. Then he kneels down and grabs my hips roughly, positioning me so my ass is hanging off the end of the bed. His lips dip down and his tongue fishes it’s way to my clit. I scream in pleasure as my legs start to shake. His tongue moving fast, but he keeps it soft. I squirm beneath his sex, and sigh as I listen to his muffled groans.

His fingers find his way to my hole. Slowly he uses the tip of his finger and rubs around the edges, massaging the aching horniness there. Then he sticks it in fiercely, making me scream again. He pumps his finger into me as his tongue moves faster. I put a hand on the top of his head and arch my back. The feeling he is thrusting into me rages through my body. Oh, thicker the feeling is now… he moves two fingers in without stopping for a second. I’m almost there, I shriek at him. Then there is a third finger and it pushes me over the edge. My body convulses as my orgasm rumbles. I gasp and twist, but Brock held tight into his thrusts not letting up. Before my first orgasm subsides I am flung into a second. I started to thrash almost violently and finally he stops, easing his fingers from my pussy with a soft pop.

I lay there unable to move as my body still shutters. I look up at him his cock still bouncing with excitement. His eyes still fiercely gazing at my body, such lust in his eyes. He gives me a moment, but no longer. He picks me up easily and sets me down on my knees. As soon as I am situated he pounds into me, not needing to search for the entrance. I shriek again as my now super sensitive sex is invaded.

He thrusts wildly bouncing himself off of me as he does. His thumb on my rose bud as his dick is pushing deep into me. His cock seems to reach the small of my back zonguldak escort as he pushes farther and farther. It almost hurts as he stretches my insides. His thumb pops into the inside of my ass, moving gently with his thrusts. This added sensation, sparking my horniness once again. Slowly my energy returns and I join his thrusts and push back instead of bouncing.

I turn my head back, he is standing there, one hand on my ass and the other to his side. His eyes are closed and his face up. The expression he has is of sheer pleasure. He looks down, into my eyes and then collapses over me. He wraps his free hand into my hair, pulling it slightly. He kisses my mouth passionately. Then moves back to a standing position, keeping his hand tangled in my hair, making my back arch even more. His thumb now fully in my ass, his other hand pulling my hair harder. I scream as he pounds into me and I hear his groan turn rough. He’s cumming, spilling himself into me, his thrusts slow but hold the same intensity until he’s empty.

He releases my hair and collapses on top of me. His dick now softer but still very prominent inside of me, as well as his thumb. He lays on top of me and after a moment he starts to move his dick and his thumb lightly. He pushes to the right places, my pussy now thick and sticky with his cum swirling within it. He is patient as I moan softly, slowly gaining my orgasm again. The quick change in intensity serves a good reaction. I groan loudly as my body shutters yet again with my third orgasm. Once he notices my orgasm finishing he gently removes himself from my pussy. His thumb slides out of my ass as he rolls over.

“How about another beer?” He asks… his face exhausted. I nod and he gets up. He goes and retrieves our half emptied beers from the living room and brings them to the kitchen. All the while I watch him walk naked through my apartment. He dumps the remains of the stale beers and sets the empty bottles on the counter. I watch as he washes his hands and then grabs some fresh ones.

He walks back to me slowly, as if his body hurts. I sit up as he hands me my beer.

“Here’s to the ultimate best sex I’ve ever had.” I smile and clink bottles with him in agreement. I still couldn’t feel my legs. I watch his face as he looks around. His eyes settle on the shower.

“Well, that looks interesting.” He comments. I smile again.

“Oh and it is. It’s my favorite part of my place.” I look at the shower gratefully.

“So, that’s where… um… you please yourself?” He asks, remembering our conversations online.

“Yup, that’s the place.” He gets up, beer in hand and walks toward the shower. He opens the door and goes inside, looking around. He looks so good standing naked in my shower. He touches the buttons lightly, then touches the walls, admiring the marble tile. His fingers come to the cubby, which I had explained to him before. He has no trouble opening it.

“Holy shit! You weren’t kidding!” His reaction to my toy collection is amusing.

“You know, the pipes are heated, so the water is warm when it first turns on.” He looks at me sideways, unbelieving. He comes out of the shower and puts his bottle on the end table, almost empty. Then heads back into it. He pushes a button and water shot out of a shower head on the wall behind him. I laugh as he jumps back surprised. He carefully starts to push all the buttons and watches as each shower head comes on. He chuckles knowingly when the hosed shower head turns on and is already set to the pulsating massage. Finally he reaches the last button and the rain fell from the ceiling.

“Oh, this is nice.” He says as he tilts his face toward the rain, and I watch as he becomes soaked in the water. My pussy muscles begin to twitch again. I scoot to the side of the bed and finish the last of my beer. I get up and walk into the rain with him. He takes me into his arms and kisses me passionately.

We stand in the shower together, holding each other. I begin to feel his cock get stiffer in between us and I look up at him again. He kisses me, such passion he has. His hands move from around my back to my breasts, and he slides them up and down my wet body effortlessly.

I pull away from him and kneel down, taking his dick into my hand and I smile upward.

“Oh, now you’re gonna do it. Oh yea…” he looks down at me as I slide the head of his dick in between my lips. I can taste the salt his cum left behind on the tip and I hungrily suck it off. He groans and stands like he had behind me before. His right hand tangles into my hair and his left limp at his side.

I begin to move his dick in and out of my mouth, deeper with each insert. I am very good and I am able to open my throat to make room for his entire member. Once I start to push it down my throat his other hand wraps into my hair. He looks down at me as I look up. The makeup on my face is surely running, but I don’t care. He begins to thrust his hips as he pushes his dick deep inside of my throat. His moans come out in haggard bursts. I love to hear him groan. He stops shoving so deep when his knees become weaker. I can feel him faltering against me. He sputters and his warm cum fills my mouth and my throat. I swallow it welcoming his spunk inside me from both ends now.

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Thanks for reading and please drop me a note telling me how you enjoyed it. Feel free to try some of my other stories as well. I wrote this on my birthday last Wed.

It wasn’t a bad day at all as birthday’s go. I was just returning to work after lunch in my car. The sun was shining brightly and the temperatures had finally warmed up to the point where the ladies had shed their winter coats as they strolled into Starbucks.

I often grabbed a burger and parked here to watch the endless stream of middle American women walk in and out dressed in their business attire.

Today had been excellent as many of the coats had been left at home.

I pulled into a parking space and shut off the engine still imagining the little blond hottie I saw just before I had left, long shapely legs wrapped in black stockings shaped by a moderately high heel. A knee length business skirt hugged her gracefully curved hips and a light silk blouse let her c cup breasts sway seductively as she walked.

Once I got back to work a sat a moment thinking what it would be like to play with her.

I got out of the truck and began my journey inside to my office when I spotted her again out of the corner of my eye.

She was striding down the sidewalk toward the same door I was and I hastened to make sure I arrived at the same time. She beat me by a step and I reached for the door as she grabbed the id hanging on a lanyard around her neck, bent down to the waist level scanner and slid the card through the slot.

Those lovely breasts hung invitingly as I looked directly down her shirt. My mouth went dry and I was just about to lick my lips when she tossed her hair over to one side and looked directly into my eyes.

Busted!

She smiled crookedly as I tried in vain to appear disinterested.

“What, do you think it’s your birthday?” She asked in a semi serious but playful voice.

Trying to recoup all measure of respect I met her gaze and actually responded “Well, Uh kilis escort actually it is now that you mention it.”

She smiled again as she breezed past me and through the door I held open. Her perfume was captivating, light and airy but with the spicy hint of pleasures to come.

She walked purposefully across the lobby and I sensed our discussion was over as I followed her deeper inside the building. I stayed a step or three behind and admired the way her hips rolled as she walked. A slit in the back of the skirt offered me a tease of thigh ever so often. Looking up I noticed she was heading once again for the same door I was, the door to the stairwell.

I took a couple of quick steps and reached around her to grasp the handle and pull the door open as she stepped inside. Again she flashed her smile and my erection painfully strained at my pants as I focused on the deep red lipstick she wore.

Through the door she began to ascend the stairs, each step her skirt rode higher up on her thigh and I could just make out the stocking top through the slit. I started up after her when suddenly I realized that she was no longer moving. I stopped just one step below and as she quickly turned I found myself staring directly eye level with her delectable chest.

“Well my friend.” She started sexily “Since it Is your birthday and all, perhaps we should unwrap your present.”

Looking down into my eyes she reached up and started to unbutton her blouse. This time I did lick my lips and she smiled again.

“So tell me, don’t you want to play with your present?” she teased as she pulled her blouse slowly open. I reached up and cupped her lace bra in my hands, my fingers laying across her smooth honey skin on top. They hung fairly free despite the bra, firm enough to need little support, which allowed them their mesmerizing sway.

She reached forward and pulled me by the tie until my face was buried in her breasts. I marveled at the softness.

She kırklareli escort stepped past me and led me by the tie to the bottom of the stairwell, turning to the left away from the door she pulled me into a small empty alcove made by the rise of the stairs and partially shielded from the door.

She pushed me into the corner and reached to unclasp her bra. “Be good, and you’ll have fun birthday boy, but there is a limit to what we can do.” With that she pulled me down and I took her nipple into my lips. I suckled gently then released and swirled my tongue around the tip, sucked again and flipped my tongue back and forth across it. She moaned and reached to undo my belt.

I couldn’t believe what was happening as her tiny hand reached in and pulled me out through my boxers. She stroked me gently as I continued to knead her tits, rolling the nipples through my fingers till she pulled away.

She stepped back and smiled again as she reached down and worked her skirt up and above her thighs. I could make out the small golden strip of her pussy through the sheer black material. She reached down again for my cock and I noticed a line of pre cum as it slid across the palm of her hand.

Dropping to her knees she looked up into my eyes. Those deep pools of green held me riveted as she licked the juice I had already leaked from the tip. Slowly she slid her rich red lips down my shaft. The contrast of the red upon my light cock was almost enough to bring me off alone. Once she reached as far down as she could go she dropped her hands and placed them behind her back, moving her whole body to work up and down my cock. She looked deeply into my eyes and I was startled to see her do what I most loved in a blow job, look completely submissive with no hand to control the depth of my thrusts.

I groaned and closed my eyes laying my head back trying not to explode to quickly. She slowed allowing me to catch myself and then the door opened.

We karabük escort froze as we heard the conversation of coworkers returning from lunch. I tried not to breathe as the little bitch began once again to service me, almost daring me to make a sound. I watched as the legs moved up the stairs and actually saw right up a dress as it quickly passed overhead.

I looked down and almost saw a smile as my stranger closed her eyes and gasped. I looked down and saw why; she had slid a finger along the edge of her panties and was working it deep within her silky pussy. The other hand cupped her breast and tugged and pinched at the nipple. Her eyes opened and it seemed each time she opened her mouth to groan she would shove more of my hardness down her throat.

She worked faster and faster, her hand making small circles when suddenly she tipped her head back and came hard. I couldn’t take it anymore, the sight of this luscious blond business woman , her ruby lips surrounding my cock as a slight squealing gasp escaped her in her orgasm, was too much. I erupted with her, my cum blasting forth and muffling her gasps as it filled her mouth too quickly for her to swallow. A small trickle escaped dripping from the corner of her mouth. Slumping slightly I struggled to stay on my feet, my wet cock slipping from the warmth of her lips.

She smiled again pulling her hand out of her panties and used them to blot at her wet pussy. She hooked a thumb on either side and slid the wispy material to her knees then rose to her feet letting them slither down the rest of the way. She stepped out with one foot and used the other to lift her panties up behind her and reached back grabbing them.

She leaned close pressing her tits to my chest, looked up into my eyes with a please fuck me stare. She kissed me deeply, my own cum smeared between our chins “By the way, your wife say’s Happy Birthday and dinner is at 6.” She paused to wipe my drippings with her panties before stuffing them into my shirt pocket, “I am to arrive at 7:30 and your wife and I will give you a show soon after. Now go back to work Jason.”

With that she turned and walked up the stairs buttoning her blouse as she went. I pulled her panties free and inhaled deeply of her scent imagining what the night held in store.

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I am writing this because ALI ( READ ALIS FIRST MODELING EXPERIENCE!) has constantly been nagging me to and I have read the beautiful comments from her story.

Ali is one of my best friends. She is 19 and single. I am 25 and married with 2 kids. I am like a big sister to her. She always comes to me with her problems and likes to talk about various happenings in her life. Girls, you know how great it is to have another girl to confide in. We all have our down days and sometimes just need someone to talk to. This is how we are.

Not long ago Ali came to me saying she picked up this flyer, from a collectible show, saying this guy wanted some models for his portfolio. I told her to be careful, but it could be worth a call. Well she called and left messages, but did not get a immediate response. I said it was probably just as well. After we gave up, she got a calling setting a time for an interview. She said that she was having the interview in a fancy restaurant and he was paying the bill! My response was GO FOR IT! Worse thing would be a free meal.

I was anxious to learn how this interview came out. She went in nervous and suspicious. She came out EXCITED! I do not mean excited from getting a job. I mean excited, aroused, turned on, well, girls you probably know what I mean. Take your most exciting personal experience and increase it by 10!!. She talked about this interview as if she was was on a date, but that she was more turned on then she was on most dates! I found this extremely bizarre, but this was nothing compared to her later experiences!!!

A few weeks later, she called and said she was going to the photo session. I said be careful and of course she knew what I meant. Yet, she was again nervous. I mean really nervous like when you go on a date for the first time with a guy you always wanted to date, but were afraid to ask. BUT SHE WAS MORE NERVOUS THAN THAT! Girls, you have all experience FIRST DATE JITTERS. Ali was a wreck and I had to calm her down. I said this is only a photo session.

SHE SAID NO, THIS IS NOT JUST A PHOTO SESSION!

Ali was right. This was not just a photo session! She came back absolutely BEAMING!

She never really got into detail as to what really happened! I could talk to her about her problems. I could talk to her about her boyfriend and get a smile. Yet when I talked to her about her photo session she absolutely LIT – UP! I have never seen anything like it. What exactly could happen to make her LIGHT-UP? I mean mention this photo session and she became excited and bubbly. I have never seen any girls react this way to a non-event. I know for a fact I HAVE NEVER FELT THIS WAY! OH I have had many happy events – my first dates, my wedding, my kids. Yes, I have had a great many happy experiences, but I have never had a BEAMING- BUBBLY happiness I have seen on ALIS face. What exactly happened on a mere photo session?

Then Ali asked me to come with her on a outside photo session! She wanted me to join her. She said she needed me for support. She said I would never forget the the experience! SHE SAID THIS WITH A SMILE THAT I KNEW WAS MORE THAN JUST A REQUEST!!!

I was 25. I was married. I had kids. Oh I still had a good figure, but a more mature figure. I knew if I went it could change things forever. I could see from Alis beaming, that this was more than just a photo session. I knew I had to be careful!!

I was perplexed. Inside I wanted to go for the excitement. I also knew there could be pitfalls that could change my marriage. Few people knew this, but reality was, I did not have much of a marriage. I had been married 5 years and had two kids. The excitement was gone. There was no passion. Life was just routine. My husband had not been with me in months. He had his work and was constantly on the job. Whether he was at work or home – HE WAS CONSTANTLY ON THE JOB! Girls, if you are married with kids, I am sure you know what I mean. We seldom went out and when we did, there was no excitement. We were comfortable and had what we needed and the kids had what they needed, but is that what life is about? WHAT I NEEDED WAS SOME PASSION! I NEEDED COMFORT! I REALLY NEEDED SOMETHING TO CHANGE!

Now I had a chance to do something exciting, but I knew in this stage of life – I COULD EASILY DO SOMETHING I MIGHT REGRET FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE!?!

Ali kept begging me to go with her. I kept trying to convince myself of the dangers. For weeks I kept putting her off, but still was intrigued with the excitement. Yet, with each passing day, my life had no signs of improving and I could see the definite signs of a dying marriage. In todays society, a marriage can not last without passion. There has to be something and my marriage was quickly loosing it. If things did not change soon, I knew what was coming! When your marriage is down to a flicker of light, something has to be done! I finally convinced myself to go with Ali and see WHAT CAUSED HER BEAMING? I knew deep down my marriage would never be the same after I went, but it was headed south anyway, so WHY NOT!

I kırşehir escort WAS RIGHT! MY MARRIAGE WAS NEVER THE SAME AFTER I CAME BACK!

I returned BEAMING!! I went with a flicker of passion. I CAME BACK WITH ROARING PASSION! MY HUSBAND NEVER KNEW WHAT HIT HIM, BUT HE NOW GOES TO WORK WITH A SMILE!!! HE has even come home early. No longer is life hum drum. There is a roaring passion, even deeper than when we first got married. I had my flame of passion rekindled from this one photo session that has brought new life and meaning into a dying marriage! MY HUSBAND HAS EVEN BROUGHT FLOWERS AND CANDY HOME! He has never done that before. I, of course, had never acted as I do now with as much passion and conviction as I have learned to demonstrate.

YES, my husband has often wondered what happened that day, BUT HE WAS ALSO SMART ENOUGH NOT TO QUESTION THAT WHICH PUT EXTREME EXCITEMENT BACK INTO HIS LIFE!!!

I will now tell you what happened that day THAT CHANGED MY MARRIAGE!

Ali said we had to meet him in a town several hours away. I took my car in case things got out of hand. With Alis bubbling tone, I was sure things were definitely going to be exciting, but never dreamed to what extent! We finally met this guy and he said we still had another half hour drive.

We went on a major highway, then to a secondary road, then a dirt road, then a less than dirt road.

I was beginning to get concerned. People could get killed out here and no one would ever know!

We drove by this small stream, took a right to some trees and he said We will walk from here so only bring a few outfits. I did not have the slightest idea where we were, But it was definitely wilderness!!

After we passed the trees, there was a meadow of tall grass several feet high. After we passed the grass, I could not believe what I saw! There was a large water wheel. This must have been 25 feet tall. A hundred years ago this must have been a major commercial business, but through time and neglect, this beautiful water wheel was buried in this forest. He showed us other breathtaking streams and small waterfalls. Here was natural beauty I had only imagined ever seeing. I could now begin to understand Alis feelings of being with this strange person. There was such peacefulness and tranquility in this place. Ali said Whatever happens is just between the two of us. As the peace and tranquility were quickly replacing my fears and apprehensions, I knew there was a lot more to come. IT WAS ONLY 8 AM!!!

Ali had brought only a few outfits. First was a simple white shirt and jeans outfit. I asked Ali where she planned on changing. She pointed to a thicket by the stream. It was not the most private place, but really who was out here anyway? Ali quickly pulled off her clothes and started changing. I noticed she left her bra off. She said

rule is no bra! I thought that was strange, but soon learned why. Ali was posing with her shirt half opened. These were teasing poses. I saw nothing trashy, just very very teasing. I began to wonder if my husband would like to see me in a outfit like that. I always wore a bra, but Ali looked so verry sexy in this simple outfit. Alis poses on this water wheel were absolutely breathtaking. The sun was just coming over the trees and reflected off Alis hair. Ali posed for another half hour in this outfit. I could easily imaging these photos being used in a magazine. They were so simple, yet so extremely sexy. I do not know if it was the outdoors or the extreme tranquility, but I was beginning to feel extremely relaxed.

Finally it was time for Ali to change into another outfit. This was a long jeans dress. As Ali started changing I could see her breasts were getting excited. I have never looked at another girl this way, but Ali was beginning to get to me. She looked at me and smiled as she slowly put on this dress. What was happening? I was not sure. I just knew I was starting to feel something I had never felt before. Again, she wore no bra. Again with the sexy, yet not trashy poses. She had on a ankle length dress with slits down the sides. I could not believe that the more she wore, the sexier she was becoming. I could now understand her beaming. She was so very sexy in her poses. Her legs were only partially exposed, but the epitome of teasing.

It had been only an hour, and I was becoming aroused at looking at my best friend! He said it was break time and time to go back to the car for more outfits. On the way back Ali said I should try posing. Even though deep down I wanted to try, I told her I was to old. Ali said OK, but smiled in a way I knew I could not resist.

We grabbed a couple more outfits and went back to the thicket. This time Ali put on a white satin shirt with a blue jeans mini skirt. Again she wore no bra and again slowly changed with a sexy smile. She knew she was getting to me and I knew it was getting harder to resist. Ali was again showing her excitement as her nipples were definitely showing the tell tale signs ( Girls you definitely know what I mean! malatya escort ) and in this satin shirt there was no doubt! She was getting to me and we both knew it. As I watched her posing and receiving compliment after compliment, I was starting to get jealous.

Yes, she was turning me on in ways I have never felt. With each change of outfits, she was teasing me more. I was not sure what to do, but I definitely knew something was going to happen!

BREAK TIME woke me out of my erotic trance. He said it was time for a snack . He brought soda and munches. I was hoping this would cool me down. WAS I EVER WRONG!!

After break he saidÒAli, time for the swim suits. Ali had brought 2 Bikinis. Ali picked out the pastel yellow one first. She stripped totally down and stood in front of me. Bobbi, How do I look? as she slowly brought her hands up and down her hips! Ali, my best friend, was turning me on AND KNEW IT!!! She was teasing me with her teenage figure and knew I would succumb to her teasing in time. She could see I was devouring her figure with my eyes. Her long blond hair was softly over her shoulders contrasting her deep tan. Her breasts were standing straight out with her nipples begging for attention. I was sure I could see moisture glistening from between her legs, but her clean cut bush and her legs together made it hard to tell. As she watched my eyes devour her body and eventually make eye contact, she said I told you I was a true blond. It was becoming really evident that I wanted my best friend in ways I never before thought of, but how in front of this total stranger?

Another bathing suit became another round of teasing. I was in turmoil. Never had I been so turned on and afraid as to what to do.

The swim suits did not take long. Then he said Ali go get the lingerie!

Lingerie, I did not know anything about lingerie. I never asked Ali what she was bringing. I am now in a state of extreme excitement ( Girls if you have ever been in a state of extreme excitement and can not do anything, I am sure you know what I mean!)

Ali brought over 6 lingerie outfits. These were all very conservative to the knee silk outfits. Yes, some were revealing, but in a sexy sort of way. Ali put on a red one, but again changed slowly in front of me and knew she was absolutely driving me crazy. She only put on the top. I asked her why? She said they were only one piece outfits and left flashing her tail at me teasing me more. I must admit that I had never seen lingerie posing in the meadows, but was getting even more turned on. Here I was becoming extremely excited in every way and getting really uncomfortable. ( Girls, what would you do in my predicament? ) I could see how sexy these poses were to guys as well as girls since I was becoming as turned on as any guy would. I was on the brink, when Ali said

COME JOIN ME. YOU WILL LOVE IT!

At this point, I would have done anything. I was going crazy with pent up passion. Now Ali was telling me to get into a sexy lingerie outfit and pose with her in front of a total stranger! I have not worn sexy lingerie in a long time. I picked out a blue, not to revealing outfit. I decided if I was going to become part of the posing, I would start teasing Ali for a change. I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and unsnapped my bra giving Ali a strip tease show like I had given my husband years ago. I could see her hold her breath as I showed her my breasts and held them between my hands. Yes, I was turned on to the point of no return and was half expecting Ali to come and devour them. She just stood and watched so I continued with my show. I slowly unbuckleed my belt and pants. Then ever so slowly started to slide them past my hips until I was standing in just my panties. I could see Ali was becoming very turned on by her fidgeting, so I continued with removing my panties. I stood in front of Ali and gave her a show like she gave me. I also brought my hands up and down my hips and said How do you like my body? Her eyes were becoming glazed with passion, but we were not sure what to do. I started to put one the blue lingerie when I noticed there were no panties. Ali said teasingly These are really one piece outfits!

I followed Ali to the clearing when he asked what took us so long? Ali just looked at him and smiled. They were up to something. He had us posing on the water wheel, on fallen trees and in the tall grass. I was getting turned on even more. The posing, the compliments and this increasing desire between my legs was driving me absolutely crazy. I am sure they both knew this as it could not have become more obvious what was happening.

He said, go get some other outfits. We went back to the thicket. Ali gave me a very revealing transparent white outfit. I said You have to be kidding? Ali just smiled. She also had a very revealing white outfit. I mean these things are revealing as a set, but one piece seemed why bother. At this point, I really did not care. I was so turned on with pent up passion, I believe I would have done anything niğde escort to anyone!

We did a few more poses, but he had Ali and me sitting or standing beside each other. We were touching our arms, legs and whatever with our body heat turning us both on even more. Something was going to happen real soon as neither of us could hold off much longer!

He then told me to lay on a fallen tree. He said stretch out on the tree. My breasts were so taught that it was a little difficult. However my clit was starting to really get turned on as I started rubbing the tree! He told Ali to put her hands on my butt and give me a butt message. She seemed excited about the idea. I was a little concerned, but definitely way beyond caring. As Ali started squeezing my cheeks, I was building up more passion. He said she was on her own and slowly had her fingers between my butt down to my cunt. I was soaking wet and she knew it. She brought her fingers out and could see they were totally wet from top to bottom and I was going crazy for release! She quietly said turn over. I quickly obliged.

Ali started running her hands up and down my cunt. I knew she had never done what she was about to do. We both knew where this was going and neither of us cared. She started putting her fingers inside my cunt absolutely driving me crazy with passion. Then, without warning, she started licking my cunt. Once she started nibbling my clit, it was all over. I came with such a multitude of orgasms I had never known existed. Ali just kept licking and sucking until I almost passed out. I now knew where her beaming came from. This kind of satisfaction was definitely mind blowing.

I definitely had to rest awhile to come back to my senses. Ali just licked her lips with the remainder of my satisfaction and smiled. She knew she just gave me satisfaction I had never before received! She also knew the day was far from over!

Ali then lay back on the tree and started giving herself satisfaction like it was a normal everyday thing. I admit, this is a normal everyday thing, but not usually in front of a total stranger. Yet the fact this total stranger was watching was starting to turn me on. Here was my best friend with her hands between her legs and I was watching with growing passion. She just looked at me with passion in her eyes and continued rubbing her clit and putting her fingers ever so slowly in and out of her cunt. I could hold off no longer and went to her aid. After all she had just given me satisfaction beyond my wildest dreams, I could at least do the same for her. I have never touched a girl like this before, but would quickly learn how. After all, I had done this to myself countless times. As I started rubbing her clit and slowly put one finger after another in her cunt, I was getting turned on again and knew what I had to do. I went down and started liking her cunt. The taste was uncommonly good and turned me on more. I started liking with more passion and soon went after her clit as she had done with me. As with me, she started bucking with passion and had a great orgasm . I liked and liked as she did to me. I could not believe the pleasure I was both getting and receiving from my best girl friend. How could society call this passion wrong??

Then I realized we had just put on a show for this total stranger. Strongly enough, it turned me on again knowing he was watching. Ali said Tell him FUCK ME! I said I was married and could not do anything like that.

She said YOU WILL BEG FOR IT BEFORE THE DAY IS OVER!

I have never begged for anything. Definitely not this.

Ali then told him COME FUCK ME! Ali never talked trashy. Yet was this really trashy?

He walked over to her and she unzipped his pants and started to give him a blow job. She was very slow and deliberate as if she was putting on a show for me. Trouble was, it was working! She was slow and easily teasing all the way, but still giving me a show like I had never before seen. This is how you please a guy, slow and easy and with passion. I could see the passion was building and the tempo was increasing. I knew he was about to cum. He came , but she wanted me to see everything

so pulled him out letting him cum on her face and lips. Before this seemed trashy, but here it was done in complete passion and as a show for me. She liked the cum from her face and came to me. Before I could react, she kissed me leaving some of his cum in my mouth. Probably because I was beyond caring, I merely tasted his cum and got turned on by what I previously considered disgusting behavior. She then went to him and said FUCK ME!

He did not need much revival. She was on her back with her legs spread . She was ready, willing and very able. She continued saying COME FUCK ME! Over and over. She had her hands in her cunt and spread her lips. I have never seen so much desire. He came over and started teasing her like I have never before seen. He slowly nibbled her breasts one then the other. He then went between her legs and started liking her cunt, then started nibbling her clit. I could tell she was getting on the verge. She continued saying Ò FUCK ME!Ó and grabbed him to give him the right idea. He finally did start fucking her, but not fast and quick as most guys. He was slow and deliberate. He was in, he was out, he was giving me a show! He was definitely making me jealous!

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Linda enjoyed a lazy Saturday morning sitting in her kitchen and daydreaming about the beautiful day. She wore only her summer robe, thin and short. The warmth of the day had her in a state of total relaxation.

The doorbell rang pulling her back to the reality of the moment. Wasn’t it too early for visitors or door-to-door sales-people? Looking up at her kitchen clock she noted it was 8:30 in the morning—not really all that early, but still. She made her way out to the living room and looked out the window. Her neighbor Corky, from across the street stood at her door holding a plastic container. She had never told him, but he did, on several occasions, visit her late night fantasies. She had only ever said hi to him as they passed each other on their day-to-day activities, but he did look good to Linda’s trained eye. He was a bit older than her, but in really great shape. She knew he spent time at the gym as she often saw him heading out with a gym bag or wearing workout clothes.

She opened the door and greeted him, “Hi,” she said with a smile.

“Sorry to bother you so early in the morning,” he said as his eyes drifted a bit lower than hers. He was taller than she, so he did tend to look down to see her, but his eyes seemed to be focused too low.

She looked down and noticed that her robe was opened a little more than was proper showing a good deal of cleavage. “Oh excuse me.” She said as she adjusted her robe not as quickly as some others might. Her robe was old and the tie didn’t hold it very securely. Her chest warmed and she felt a slight tingle around her nipples knowing her neighbor had just checked her out.

Corky tried to hide his grin, but his face showed a bit of a blush, “Sorry to bother you, but I ran out of sugar for my coffee this morning. Could you please spare a cup of sugar? I can’t function properly without my morning coffee.”

Linda noticed his discomfort and enjoyed it; her face also took on a rosy glow as she invited him in. “Sure come on in. Would you like a cup? I have a fresh pot.”

He followed her into the kitchen, “I don’t want to cause you any trouble.”

“No trouble at all,” she responded. “Have a seat.” She poured him a cup of coffee and set it in front of him, then got the sugar and cream along with a spoon to karaman escort place in front of him as well. She knew her tie had loosened but wasn’t sure how much exposure she presented, she hoped more than before and pretended not to notice.

It wasn’t until after he had prepared his coffee to his liking and took his first sip did he comment on her state. He had watched her display for almost a full minute. “I think your robe is coming loose.” He said.

She looked down and noticed that one of her breasts was totally uncovered and her robe was opened all the way down to her navel.

She hesitated for just a few seconds enjoying his viewing of her body. He made no attempt to look away, but she knew she couldn’t be too blatant. “Sorry,” she said as she finished untying the tie and totally opening her robe as she repositioned it on her body, and giving him an unobstructed view of her naked self from the top of her head to her fluffy slippers. She was only exposed for a few seconds, but he noticed and she noticed that he noticed.

Once covered, she filled his container with sugar and set it on the table before asking, “are you in a rush today, or would you like another cup of coffee?”

“I normally just relax for an hour in the morning with my coffee before I get moving. I’m enjoying your company and would love another cup of coffee.” He said as he finished off the cup in his hand.

Linda got up to get the carafe toying with the idea of opening her robe again, but rejecting it since the reason for this was to make it appear accidental. She returned to the table and filled his cup. Returning the carafe she did loosen the tie just a bit.

She returned to the kitchen table and leaned her arms on the table allowing the top of her robe to part a bit giving him a nice view of her breasts without actually displaying them. “I sometimes see you with a gym bag and in workout clothes. Do you go to the gym often?” she asked.

“I try to stay in shape and hit the gym three times a week.” He said, his attention stayed focused on her breasts, and not her face for longer than a mere glance. He did not mention her exposure this time either.

“I would like to work out a bit, but I have no idea what to do and I don’t belong to any kars escort gym.” She said. “I’m afraid I’m getting a bit flabby.”

“You look good to me.” He countered. “I think you are in great shape, but if you want I can help you to tone your body so that you don’t get flabby.”

Linda took the opportunity of talking about her body to show off. “I do have love handles and my arms and legs are not as firm as they once were. She raised her leg to show her lower thigh and raised the robe a bit, but not enough to show anything intimate. She then stood up and turned around pulling the robe tight against her butt. “My butt is getting flabby too.”

Corky watched her with interest and when she presented her ass to him, he could not resist the temptation, plus he had the excuse of trying to verify the claimed flabbiness. He cupped each cheek of her ass and gave it a squeeze. “Your butt does not feel flabby to me and as a matter of fact you have a very nice butt.” He then released her and attempted to maintain a professional air about him as he was just evaluating the muscle groups on her body. “I think if we get you into a walking routine your body will tone up in no time.”

Linda turned around and retook her seat. She could not control the grin she wore. This was moving along much better that her nighttime fantasies. This man of her dreams had just felt up her butt and she loved it. “Do you think that will be enough to firm up my butt?” she asked.

“Your butt is firm. You really don’t want it to be rock hard like the body builders, and yes, we can start you on a walking routine. How far do you think you can walk comfortably?”

“I haven’t done any walking for exercise in a long time, but I do the normal amount of walking, maybe a couple of miles.”

“That is a good place to start. Well try a two-mile walk just around the neighborhood and see how you feel. Want to start this afternoon?” Corky stated with the authority of a professional trainer.

Linda noticed that her tie was completely untied and if she hadn’t been seated she would be completely exposed again. “Will walking help with my love handles?”

“Yeah,” he said, “but nothing happens overnight. It may take a month before you notice any difference.”

Linda noticed kıbrıs escort that Corky’s line of sight had shifted and that he knew her robe was open. “Okay let’s do this. How do we start?” She said.

Corky stood up and reached for her hands. She stood and her robe opened fully exposing both breasts and that sweet spot between her legs. Corky stood there eyeing her up and down with apparent approval if the lump in his pants was any indication. After what seemed to be a long time, he said, “Oh, I’m sorry. It looks as if your robe doesn’t want to stay on you, but since I’ve already seen you in all your glory, it might be a good time to see what these love handles of yours look like.

Linda smiled and pulled her robe wide and looked down at her side. Corky placed his hands on her waist and squeezed much as he had with her butt. He wrapped his hands around her and gripped her bare butt under her robe.

As he moved in closer to her she felt the bulge she noticed earlier. He leaned into her and pressed his lips to hers. He raised one of his hands to her breast and with his other he continued to massage her butt. He probed her mouth with his tongue and then stepped back. He pulled his shirt over his head and kicked off his shoes then opened his pants and dropped them. Linda removed her robe and they both grabbed each other’s naked body. He lifted her as if she weighted nothing.

Linda wrapped her legs around his waist and her wetness allowed his member to slide in to the hilt. Her hands supported her balance by gripping his shoulders and he took her weight with his hands on her ass. He gripped and squeezed each cheek as he bounced her up and down on his shaft.

She had a passing thought about how strong he was, but that was quickly squelched, as there was only one muscle of his that interested her at the moment. Linda screamed her orgasm and he lifted her off his cock and had her stand facing the table. He bent her over allowing her to support herself with the kitchen table.

He entered her from behind and started to thrust and spanked her butt in time with his thrust. His tempo increased, as did the intensity of his swats. Her ass was bright red and hot by the time he emptied inside of her at the same time she screamed her orgasm.

He withdrew and then helped her into a chair and sat down opposite of her so he could admire her breasts.

Several moments later they could speak and Linda asked, “Is this the sugar you were looking for when you came over?”

Corky laughed, “I came over looking for sugar and you gave me sweet honey.”

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“Shhhh,” I whispered. “Every deer in this patch of woods will hear us if you keep tripping over branches like that.”

“I can’t help it, I can hardly see anything out here.”

It wasn’t exactly the perfect start to a bowhunting trip, but there we were, my wife and I, in Alberta’s Rocky Mountain foothills, searching for whitetails. I’d been a bowhunter for quite a few years, but last year my wife, Delia, decided it was better to join me than stay home.

And that was fine by me. We get along great and hunting was just another way we could do things together. Delia picked out her own compound bow, arrows, quiver – the works – then spent long hours at a range, practicing her technique.

And now that it was the fall hunting season, we took a few days off from work, to head out into the bush and see if we could get lucky; hunting, that is. So, a Wednesday morning found us gearing up at the truck at dawn. We pulled on our camo gear, smeared grease paint over our faces, then headed for a little watering hole I had staked out earlier in the fall.

And this is where we hit a snag. We’d hiked together plenty, but stalking silently through the woods is different than blasting along a trail in broad daylight. We had to cover a few hundred yards to get to the hunting blind I had built near the water hole, and it was kind of tough going for Delia in the dark. Still, once her eyes adjusted to the dim dawn daylight, she did all right. I was proud of her.

Quiet as possible, we snuck into the blind I had constructed on a little slope above the watering hole. Once we placed ourselves and our equipment, so we could move as quietly as possible, it was time to nock an arrow and wait.

It was kind of cool and, as usual, once we had settled in, it was amazing the sounds a person could hear. Few people ever make the effort to be quiet, but a hunter has to. And that’s when you hear mice rustling in the undergrowth, air whistling through a raven’s wings as it flies overhead, even flies buzzing around.

As we sat silently in the blind, we heard all these things. Then we heard a light rustling sound from the direction of the waterhole. As we peered through the camouflage netting of the blind, a doe walked out of the trees and made her way to the water’s edge. She was perfectly safe, gebze escort we both held tags for bucks. She daintily picked her way to the water, stopping to look and listen as she moved, being careful.

I looked at Delia, and saw her eyes light up as she watched the graceful doe. Suddenly, the doe looked behind her, toward the woods where she had emerged. Both of us looked in the same direction and, sure enough, a buck stood there looking at her.

Delia leaned toward me. “Is that one big enough to shoot?”

The young buck was just a little forkhorn, definitely not worth using up a tag to bag. “No,” I whispered back. “Way too small.”

So we settled back again, not wanting to make any more noise that might scare other bucks away. As we watched, the buck approached the doe, sniffing her. They circled each other, sniffing and at times licking each other’s muzzle.

It was rutting season and the buck’s cock was well ready, stiff and hanging beneath him. After some long moments of sniffing and circling, the doe stood still, her hoofs in the mud near the water. The young guy moved behind her and, with a little grunt, mounted her, a leg on each side of her skinny ribcage.

With the need to get busy with mating, the young buck didn’t take long, plunging into the little doe over and over, in a hurry to find others, I guess. I looked over at Delia once again and her eyes now seemed to be really shining as she watched Mother Nature’s porn show.

Unconsciously, I think, her hand moved to my leg and she leaned to me again. “Wow, look at that. I’ve never seen anything like it. It’s beautiful.”

I didn’t know what to say, so I just watched too. After a few more moments, the buck was done and he pulled out. The doe looked back over her shoulder at him, but he just wandered back into the bush.

“Typical man,” Delia whispered to me. “Has his way, then leaves her.”

I’m not sure where that came from, but there didn’t seem to be an answer. “That’s nature?” I lamely replied.

Delia turned and looked at me. “I guess that’s true. Still though, at least they had some fun. More than I’m having sitting in this blind.”

“Sorry, but that’s how this type of hunting works.”

“I guess,” she sighed. “But you know…” And with that, she moved gümüşhane escort close and kissed me – deeply. Wow. I kissed her back and we locked lips and explored with our tongues. Delia pushed into me and I toppled back, knocking over some gear with a clatter.

“Shhh,” I whispered loudly. “Everything will hear us.”

“I don’t give a shit,” she said loudly back. “The deer can leave.” She pushed me back onto the ground, then stretched out on top of me. Again, she plunged her tongue into my mouth and explored. I quickly forgot about hunting myself, and grabbed her ass through the camo gear. As I did, she moaned into my mouth and I could tell she was really turned on.

This was turning into a great hunt. I was about to say so, when she pulled away from me and starting furiously undoing the buttons on my jacket. With it open, she worked on my shirt, until it, too, was open. The cool morning air made me goosebumpy, but I didn’t notice for long as Delia began licking and kissing my chest. As she did so, she put a hand on my crotch and began rubbing. Straddling me, she began using both hands to caress me through my pants. Damn.

I was hard now and moved to sit up. Delia still straddled my legs and I took my turn with her buttons. I quickly undid them, pulled her jacket open, and pushed her camo T-shirt up over her full, firm, breasts. Reaching behind her, I unclasped her bra and pulled it away. Like me, the cool air brought out the goosebumps, but what had my attention were her nipples, firm and perky. As I began sucking, them, Delia moaned and pushed against my mouth.

As I squeezed and sucked, she moaned loudly into the forest. “Jesus Christ, that’s good,” she yelled, pulling my head tight to her chest. As I sucked, she ground against my crotch and I could tell she was more than ready for me – you learn these signs after a few years of marriage. And I was sure as hell ready. This fun in the bush was fuckin’ GREAT.

Taking a last, long suck of a nipple, I grabbed Delia and moved her to the ground. Leaves and pine needles rustled under her, but she didn’t care. She looked at me and pushed her ass in the air. I undid her pants and pulled them down her legs, then grabbed her panties and slid them down as well.

I was all set to izmir escort fuck her right there, but, with her ass still in the air and her black patch moist and ready, she said, “I don’t want this shit in my ass.” And with that, she rolled over and pulled her knees under her. She looked over her shoulder at me, kind of like the doe did. “Fuck me, buck, fuck me.”

I needed no further encouragement. With her waiting doggy for me, I moved behind her, undid my pants and pulled them and my boxers down to my knees. Fully hard now, I was ready.

“Give it to me, babe.”

Delia looked back as I pushed into her pussy. She was wet as hell and I slid in real nice. She moaned as I put my hands on her hips and started fucking her. I couldn’t fucking believe it; here we were, fucking in the forest. I looked around as I drove into her, over and over. Shoving in full length, then backing out to rub her with my head.

As I fucked her, she began bucking against me and we made that great squishy sound we do when we’re both really into it. Hands on the ground and knees under her, Delia pushed back hard as I plunged into her, shoving, driving, pushing my cock as deep as I could into her body. Her bare ass had goosebumps all over it, and it had never looked better.

I swatted her ass a couple of times, the sound loud in the quiet forest, and she laughed. About the time I could feel that familiar ache in my balls, Delia squealed that she was ready, and encouraged me to, “give it to me. Give it to me. Shiiiitttttt.”

A few more lunges and plunges and we came together. I emptied my load into her and she gushed around my cock. I could feel the ripples in her as she came and she squeezed me tight with her pussy. I slowed as I my shot load inside her, then slowed more to an easy, post-craziness fuck. We were both puffing as I slowly moved in and out of her soaked pussy.

Finally, I just stopped, deep inside her, and looked around the forest. The sun was fully up now and a ray of light fell across Delia’s bare ass, highlighting the goosebumps and lighting the curves of her skin. We stayed that way for a while, not wanting to disengage, just enjoying the feeling of our spent bodies.

Finally, I pulled out of her body and sat back on my haunches, my cock now limp and light by the same ray of sunlight. Delia pivoted around and, pulling a hankie out of a pocket of her coat, wiped the cum from my cock. Up on her knees, she then reached between her legs to clean her pussy.

Looking me in the eye, she asked, “So, just how many woman have you brought to this hunting spot?”

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“Bitch!” Brian murmured under his breath, referring to his supervisor at MegaElectronics as he left work. He ran into Eric, a co-worker and former high school classmate in the parking lot.

“What’s the matter with you?” Eric asked.

“It’s Candice. She’s such a fucking cunt,” Brian replied.

“Well, I have to say I’m glad I don’t work in her department. She can be very blunt to say the least. Still, I’d do her,” Eric said with a grin.

“You’d do anything with tits and a pussy,” Brian retorted. Still, he knew Eric wasn’t completely wrong about Candice. With a more pleasant personality Brian probably would have found her attractive.

“I have my standards, but Candice has a bitching body. I love those half-Asian girls like her. She’s skinny, but actually has an ass and a nice rack, unlike most Asian chicks.”

“You sound like a horny teenager when you talk about women that way,” Brian responded.

“All I’m saying is you’d have to be gay to not want to hit that. Come on dude, you know you’d love to fuck her hard. Take out some of that frustration? Probably would mellow her out too,” Eric joked. When Brian didn’t laugh or even smile he changed his tactics. “So what did she do now?”

“Nothing specific. She just gives me all this shit, she’s really hard on me.”

“Well, it makes sense that she’d expect more out of you than the high school kids,” Eric answered.

“I suppose. But it’s like she has to prove her superiority all the time. It’s not my fault I’m doing something with my life by going to college while she’s a full-timer stuck in this hell hole.”

“Careful there buddy, some of us full-timers do plan on going to college eventually,” Eric said.

“I know. I just wish she’d be less caustic,” Brian said.

“Not sure she knows how. Well, she used to be nice to Paul, this guy who worked in the back room before he dumped her ass,” Eric said.

“Probably for being such a bitch,” Brian added.

“Hey, so you coming to my party Friday? There will be lots of girls and beer,” Eric said enticingly.

“Yeah, I’ll be there once I get off work.” Brian said goodbye and walked to his car, glad to be away from Candice.

Brian had a relaxing Thursday off, and was happy when he arrived at work Friday to find Candice had the day off and Ted was working. Ted was Brian’s other supervisor and the polar opposite of Candice; bright, quiet, nice, but not terribly attractive. He was married to a sweet woman Brian had met twice, and seemed generally happy with his simple life.

Work passed quickly. Brian had forgotten about Eric’s invitation, but as he left work he found a voicemail on his cell phone reminding him to come and “bring any hotties you can think of.”

Brian couldn’t think of any hotties to bring with him. He stopped by his house to change before driving to Eric’s place by himself. The party was already in full swing, with a good ratio of girls to guys and decent music playing on the stereo.

Brian didn’t see Eric anywhere, so he headed out back to the keg to get a beer. He passed a number of nice looking young women on his way, but most appeared involved in conversation with other guys. With a full cup in hand Brian headed back inside to scope the scene more completely and see if he recognized anyone.

Eventually he spied a taller girl who appeared to be standing by herself. She was facing away from him, but had a great rear view, with a tight little ass accented by snug low-rise jeans showing off an Asian character tattoo on her lower back. Her dark hair cascaded down her back past her shoulder blades. Her crimson top was backless, showing off her smooth olive-colored skin. Brian hoped her face was as good as her rearview. A moment later he got his chance to find out, as the brunette turned around. Brian’s jaw dropped realizing he’d been checking out Candice!

They had made eye-contact for a split second, but Brian hoped his bitchy supervisor hadn’t recognized him. Instantly his mood went from upbeat to sour. He strode quickly to the kitchen to put distance between himself and Candice. In the kitchen he bumped into Eric, who was making out with Tonya, an 18-year-old cashier who was still in high school.

“Excuse me,” Brian apologized, turning around once again.

“Hey buddy!” Eric exclaimed upon recognizing Brian. “Glad you could make it! You liking the party?” Tonya just smiled silently, pressing her body against Eric.

“It’s alright. Did you see who else is here?” Brian asked.

“You mean Candy?” Tonya piped up. “She gave me a ride. Isn’t that awesome? She’s the best!”

Brian looked at the nubile teen as if she had two heads. “Um, Sure.” He turned to Eric and said, “Hey man, I think I’m going to head out when I finish this beer. Thanks for the invite.”

Eric started to protest, but Tonya pulled his face towards her for another kiss, so Eric simply waved to Brian and stuck his tongue back down the high school girl’s throat.

Brian finished his drink and headed for the door, hoping to avoid an awkward van escort run in with Candice. Unfortunately, she intercepted him on his way to the door.

“Hey,” she said, surprising Brian with the neutrality of her tone.

“What’s up?” he asked cautiously.

“Not a lot. You just get here?” Candice asked.

It was by far the most civil exchange of words Brian had ever had with her. “Yeah. I’m thinking of heading out though.”

“Oh yeah?” Candice’s face actually showed disappointment. “I guess it’s an ok party. But it seems like everyone knows people here, and Tonya started swapping spit with Eric almost right when we got here.”

“Are you her ride home?” Brian asked, trying to figure out a way to end the conversation.

“Yeah, but I think she might be spending the night. You going to head to another party or something?”

“Maybe just home,” Brian said, confused at Candice’s interest. “I worked today, kinda tired you know.”

“Oh. Hey… so I wanted to talk to you about something.” When Brian cringed she quickly added, “It’s NOT work related! Personal stuff. Can we go someplace quieter?”

“I suppose.” Brian figured saying no would piss her off and only make working with her worse.

He followed her down a hall to the house’s bedrooms. Candice found an empty one and turned on the light, sitting down on the edge of the bed.

“So… what’s on your mind?” Brian asked, standing halfway between the bed and the door. Suddenly the door opened and a couple stumbled in, in the midst of groping each other.

“Excuse me! Occupied?” Candice spat, her bitchy side showing clearly once more. The guy mumbled an apology and the couple quickly exited. Candice got up and locked the door before sitting back down on the bed.

“You don’t have to stand twenty feet away. I’m not going to bite,” she said with a mix of hostility and a hint of rejection in her voice. Brian reluctantly sat on the bed, a couple feet from Candice.

“You don’t have a girlfriend right?” Candice asked him.

“Er… no. Why?” Brian wondered who she was trying to set him up with.

“That’s what Tonya thought. So you’re a guy. Tell me, am I unattractive?”

At first Brian thought she was kidding. Yet looking at her, he saw genuine vulnerability in her face. He didn’t see his unpleasant supervisor sitting next to him, rather a young woman asking for honest input.

“Why are you asking me?” Brian asked.

“I don’t know. You’re here, you’re usually pretty upfront and honest, you’re a smart guy who doesn’t drool over plastic bimbos,” Candice rambled.

“Well, physically I’d say you’re very nice looking. A lot of guys might call you ‘hot’,” Brian answered honestly.

“So why is it so hard for me to find a nice guy? Ever since Paul dumped me it’s been awful!” Candice exclaimed. Brian realized she probably wasn’t completely sober.

“It can be hard to find someone.”

“No, it’s something about me,” Candice stated. “I intimidate guys I think.”

“That’s possible. You can be very… direct,” Brian answered.

Candice paused. “I overcompensate okay? I don’t want people to see me as what I really am. I’m twenty one years old, I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, and I manage mostly children at a fucking electronics store. You’re the only one of my employees I can count on!”

“I thought you hated me.”

“Please. You’re the college boy. Isn’t this practically a textbook psychology case? You intimidate me. And…”

“And what?” Brian asked, curious.

“And … God I shouldn’t say this… I’m attracted to you.”

Brian was really shocked now. “I’m not sure what to say.”

“I know, I know, you don’t think of me that way, blah blah blah. Damn it, why did I even bring this up?” Candice lamented.

“No, it’s just a lot to handle all at once. You’re bitchy to me because you’re attracted and threatened by me?”

Tears swelled in Candice’s eyes. “Bitchy? I’m bitchy?”

Brian didn’t have the heart to say yes, but was too honest to change his statement.

“Fuck!” Candice exclaimed, throwing her face into her hands.

“Hey, it’s ok. I’m probably the only one that thinks that. Tonya really likes you. And I’m probably just being sensitive or something,” Brian said, trying to be comforting.

“No. I’m a bitch. I hurt people before they can hurt me.”

Despite his best inclinations, Brian found himself consoling Candice by rubbing his hand against her bare back soothingly.

Suddenly, Candice was kissing him. It was passionate, hard, and demanding. Brian couldn’t ignore the tears from her cheeks rubbing against his face.

“Whoa, slow down. This is all really fast for me,” Brian said, breaking her kiss.

“Great, now I’m a bitch and a slut!” Candice bemoaned.

“No, not at all. I’m just… so you really like me?” Brian asked.

“Yeah. You’re smart, you’re cute. You put up with my shit at work, but you get in a few barbs of your own now and then too,” Candice replied.

Brian had always yalova escort felt he was on the receiving end, but when he considered her statement he realized that he often did have a smartass reply for Candice’s unreasonable behavior. “So what, you want to make out?” Brian asked.

“God that’s romantic,” Candice replied sarcastically. “But yes. For starters. If you want to?”

Brian’s hormones overrode his brain. “Ok. But I don’t want this to affect work. I don’t want special treatment. Everything that happens tonight is totally separate.” Internally Brian began seeing her not so much as his bitchy supervisor Candice, but as ‘Candy’ the hot girl he met at a party, as Tonya referred to her.

“That sounds smart,” Candy replied.

“Ok, so what now?” Brian asked.

“I’m not your supervisor here,” Candy reminded him. “You be the man and take charge.”

Brian took her suggestion to heart, taking her face in his hands and placing his lips against her mouth in a tender kiss.

“Mmmm that’s nice. Now we’re getting somewhere,” Candy remarked. Brian and Candy laid on the bed side by side, their mouths and bodies pressed together and hands exploring each other.

“You’re really curvy for an Asian girl,” Brian teased, running his hand across Candy’s hip.

“Well I’m half Korean and half Scottish. My dad’s like 6’4″ and huge, and the women in his family tend to be tall and curvy. My mom is a short little thing, but for being so tiny she’s got rather big boobs herself.”

“I’m sure they make quite a couple.”

“Yeah, there’s a huge contrast between them,” Candy agreed.

“He must crush her when they have sex!” Brian joked.

Candy made a face. “Just between you and me… the walls in our house are pretty thin. Unfortunately I know my mom is pretty loud in bed. Obviously she likes something my Dad does to her.”

Brian laughed. “Ok, let’s not worry about your mom and dad and focus on us.” He resumed kissing her. Brian’s hand slid up and cupped her breast through her thin blouse, causing her to gasp. He brushed his finger against the nipple, trailing kisses down her neck.

“Ok, either I’m really horny, you’re really good, or both!” Candy exclaimed.

“Let’s say both,” Brian smirked and resumed his gentle nibbling on Candy’s bare skin. Her hands ran across his back, feeling his muscles through his shirt.

Brian ground his cock hard against her pussy through their jeans. Candy groaned once more, her hands grabbing Brian’s ass and pulling him down tightly against her.

“Can you take this off?” Candy asked about Brian’s shirt, in a tone far more submissive than he’d ever heard her use at work.

“I’ll trade it for your top,” Brian said.

“That’s hardly fair. For one I’m sure mine was more expensive. And secondly you don’t have boobs.”

“Well, you can have yours back later,” Brian said, continuing the little game. “And it’s not my fault you women choose to cover your lovely mammaries all the time.”

“Next time I’m wearing a bra,” Candy mumbled, squirming and peeling her thin top from her lithe body. Brian quickly shed his own shirt, and the two co-workers took a moment to soak in the sight of each other topless.

“Nice,” Candy mumbled.

“I was thinking the same thing,” Brian said, lowering his mouth to take one of her light brown nipples between his lips. He sucked on it gently, batting it with his tongue. As Candy squirmed, he kissed across her breast and sternum to give the other nipple the same attention.

“God, you’re driving me crazy!” Candy cooed. “It’s been too fucking long since I’ve made out with someone!”

“That’s also not my fault,” Brian joked, and the couple resumed kissing each other.

Brian broke their kisses once more. “You know, I just realized something,” he said.

“What’s that?” Candy asked.

“That no one looks good in a MegaElectronics uniform. I mean, I had no idea you had such a sexy body hiding under there,” Brian stated.

Candy giggled. “Yeah, well girls don’t really look good in khakis and a polo shirt. I’m glad you prefer my current state of dress.”

“Oh, I definitely do,” Brian agreed lustfully. He used his mouth to show her just how much he liked her breasts.

Once again taking charge, Brian rolled onto his back, taking Candy with him so she ended up straddling him. He squeezed her ass through her jeans as she continued their dry humping, running her tongue across his upper chest and roaming her hands all over his body. She then slid down his legs a foot and her hand drifted down to the bulge between his legs.

“Holy shit!” Candy exclaimed as she felt Brian’s erection through his pants. She quickly unzipped his jeans and fished his cock out of his boxers. “You’re fucking huge!” she exclaimed, looking up at him. “Damn, boy, if I’d known you were carrying two pounds of cock around in your pants I probably would have sucked you off in the bathroom at work long ago.”

“You like big dicks?” Brian asked, amused.

“Let’s put it çorlu escort this way; Paul was the biggest I’d had, and he could do things to me that no guy had even come close to. And you’ve got him beat by a fair amount, especially in thickness,” Candy stated, wrapping her hand around his shaft to gauge its girth.

“What about ‘size doesn’t matter’ or ‘it’s how you use it’?” Paul teased.

“Fuck that. I’m a bigger girl; I need a nice sized cock. I say it’s like creating a masterpiece; you might be able to pull something off with crayons and cardboard paper, but you really need the right brushes and paint to really create something special. It’s the right tool in the right hands that creates the best work”

“That’s a very scholarly analogy for a non-college girl,” he mused.

“I have plenty of tricks up my sleeve.” Candy opened her mouth and swallowed half of Brian’s cock.

It was Brian’s turn to exclaim “Holy shit!” as his supervisor took his cock into her pretty mouth. With full cheeks she looked up at him, eager for his approval. It was a nice change of pace for Brian.

“God that feels good,” he moaned to encourage her, and was rewarded with faster, firmer sucking. He kept his eyes wide open, marveling as his dick disappeared in the mouth of the woman who up until an hour ago he hated as much as any person on the planet.

Candy released his cock from her mouth and took a deep breath. She placed her lips back around his hard thick shaft. Without warning nor hesitation, she pushed her mouth forward fast and hard. Brian felt his cockhead push past her mouth into her throat. Brian looked down in amazement to see Candy was deep throating his long cock.

“Oh god!” he exclaimed. “I’ve never had a girl do that before to me.”

“Seems like I could show college girls a thing or two,” Candy remarked with a confident smile after releasing his cock. “When I was thirteen I discovered I didn’t have a gag reflex. At sixteen I discovered why this can be very useful. Still, I was worried I couldn’t take all of you, but I guess we found out I can.” Candy didn’t waste any time putting her mouth back on Brian and swallowing his entire shaft back down her throat.

The entire situation was a bit surreal to Brian. He almost felt he had to be dreaming. “Candice” would never actually be on all fours in front of him, her nose buried in his trimmed pubic hair. He grabbed her hair and held it tightly to reaffirm that the situation was real and corporeal.

“Hey, you gonna fuck me with this monster or what?” Candy asked a moment later, still grasping his saliva-slick cock fondly.

“First I want to see this body of yours naked,” Brian said.

“I can live with that,” Candy giggled. She stood up and unzipped her low slung jeans, sliding them down her hips. Her panties were tiny and pink, extremely feminine.

“Cute,” Brian observed. He hooked his fingers in the waistband and yanked down her underwear, exposing his supervisor totally bare to his gaze for the first time.

Candy’s dark pubic hair was sparse and somewhat trimmed. As she freed her legs from her clothing, Brian grabbed her hips possessively. Candy’s hand latched back onto his cock almost instinctively.

The couple’s mouths found each other once more, their bodies rubbing against each other hungrily. Brian’s fingers found their way between Candy’s thighs and brushed against her pussy lips. He maneuvered her onto her back and began stimulating her pussy in earnest, his mouth reattaching to her nipple.

“God… I should have asked this earlier… you’ve got a condom right?” Candy gasped.

“It’s your lucky day. I never come to a party unprepared,” Brian said with a smile before resuming bathing her nipple with his tongue. Brian’s fingers expertly coaxed her wetness out from deep within her, coating his fingers and gradually spreading it across her pussy entrance, preparing her for him.

“Go get the rubber now!” Candy demanded. Brian sprung up and dug into his jeans pocket. Candy’s eyes were glued on his bobbing erection, although she did notice his cute ass too.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Brian asked seriously when he had unrolled the contents of the foil packet. “I mean, do you think things could get weird?”

“I’m definitely getting fucked by SOMEONE tonight, hopefully you,” was all Candy replied.

Brian wasn’t about to say no. Candy looked amazing, lying on the bed, her legs slightly spread, hair cascading across the pillow. It was easy to forget about how they’d deal with the night’s activities at work.

He took her gently at first, slowly sliding his thickness into her and giving her time to adjust properly. She moaned softly, closing her eyes tightly, lost in the sensation of being penetrated.

“More?” he asked, and she nodded enthusiastically without opening her eyes. He pushed deeper into her, feeling his cock spread open her tight pussy. This time he moaned, it had been a few weeks since he’d been inside something so nice.

Candy opened her eyes and looked between her legs, as if to see if he was all the way inside her yet. With a smug chuckle Brian pushed the last inch into her, pressing his pubic bone against her clit and hearing a gasp.

“It’s an awful lot to handle. Go slow, ok?” Candy requested submissively.

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Light was streaming through my windows, illuminating most of my room with early morning sunlight. I glanced over at the clock on my nightstand, seeing that it was 6:45 A.M. on the Sunday morning following James and Alex’s date night. I assumed it was too early for them to be up just yet. Especially after the late night they had had. I knew for sure that Alex would likely be hungover for much of the morning, meaning I would have plenty of time to joke and flirt with James.

Just thinking about James sent a thrill down my body, making my nipples stand out beneath my thin black tank and my pussy began to warm. I threw the covers back with my leg, pushed my panties off quickly, and spread my thighs as I tickled my fingers down my belly, anticipating their touch between my wet pussy lips. As I reached them, I used my middle finger to stroke lightly down the seam of my lips, feeling my wetness already weeping out of me. Too bad it wasn’t the married man upstairs, teasing me with the head of cock, spreading my wetness around and occasionally pressing just the tip into my eager cunt.

My fantasy was just getting started when there was a soft knock at my door, pausing my fingers as they spread my lips open.

“Yes?” I asked, trying to keep my panting from being too noticeable. I left my legs spread wide though, hoping that it was James on the other side of the door. Hedging my bets that Alex was too hung over to be disturbing my morning and Charlie rarely made her way to this part of the house without someone with her. When my door started to open and James popped his head in, a thrill of relief and adrenaline rushed through my chest. He raised his eyebrows in mild surprise to find me so exposed.

“Charlie is waiting for us in the kitchen whenever you’re finished.” He opened my door a little wider, slipping inside. “Before I go out there though, you better get over here and give me a taste of that pussy.”

I tried to keep my eagerness from showing, sliding my legs over the edge of the bed, walking to him meekly, tucking my hands behind my back and peeking at him from under my lashes. I stopped about a foot away from him, lifting my gaze to his, chewing on my bottom lip. I felt his strong hand land on my shoulder, pulling me closer before sliding down my arm and pulling one of my hands from behind my back.

James laced his fingers with mine, holding his hand on top as he jointly cupped my pussy. He took our fingers and slid them back far enough that he could press our middle fingers inside my pussy together, curling them just enough to make them graze my g-spot, making me tremble. All the while he kept constant eye contact, monitoring my every reaction.

“You’re such a good girl. Doing exactly as you’re told.” He took one more step forward, pressing our bodies flush together and touched my g-spot lightly again while grinding my palm into my clit. “You owe me something sweet baby girl. And I don’t mean just this pussy.”

James slowly thrust his finger deep and then lifted his hand up to my lips, leaving my finger still buried in my pussy by itself. I whimpered, getting greedy and thrust another of my own fingers inside to fill the void. He wiped his glistening finger across my bottom lip as I rode my own fingers lewdly in front of him. I let my tongue swipe out, catching his finger, pulling it into my mouth. I let my tongue cradle it while I sucked intensely, wanting to get every last drop of my pussy juice off. If there was none left, he’d have to slide his finger back inside my wanton body and get more.

He slid his finger out of my mouth with a pop, gripped my wrist and pulled my hand away from my body. It was almost in slow motion as he pulled my fingers up to his mouth to lick and suck on them.

Plan thwarted. Of course, he would use my soaked fingers to get a taste. I tried to sneakily bring my other hand around so I could get my first feel of his gorgeous cock through his grey sweatpants, but James caught my wrist before I could get there, giving my fingers one last lick before pulling away, still holding both wrists.

“I’m going to start breakfast for Charlie. You have ten minutes to get your sexy ass out to the trabzon escort kitchen. Wear those tiny black shorts.” He leaned down swiping his tongue across my still moist full bottom lip. “And no panties.”

After he dropped my hands, leaving the room, I got dressed quickly. I made sure to follow instructions not putting on panties but slipping into my sleep shorts and throwing on a sports bra under my tank. I had to make sure that if Alex came down, I wouldn’t have my breasts jiggling freely in front of James. I’m sure hard nipples swinging around the kitchen would be considered inappropriate.

As I walked into the kitchen, it was hard not stare at James’ ass at the stove. Charlie loved oatmeal and it looked like that was what was on the menu this morning. I leaned forward across the large counter and sink taking up the center of the kitchen, popping my hip nonchalantly in James’ direction. I reached across the counter to nudge Charlie on the cheek. “How’s your morning going sweet pea?”

“Mommy sick,” Charlie said matter-of-factly.

“Is that so?” I asked her. I glanced over my shoulder at James. He was looking directly at my ass peeking out of the bottom of my shorts. I waved it subtly back and forth at him.

“Oatmeal daddy!” Charlie shouted. Clearly, I wasn’t important, or she wasn’t that worried about her mom being sick.

“I know, pumpkin. It’s on the way.” James turned around, leaning against the counter, cupping a large cup of coffee in his hands. “Betsy will you grab the brown sugar and cinnamon for me?”

The brown sugar and cinnamon were in the cabinet next to the stove. James was much closer to it than I was, which meant that he was manipulating the situation for something he wanted.

“Sure thing, James.” I pushed back off the counter, walking slowly toward him. As I reached for the cabinet, my body pressed into his. I popped the door open and of course someone had moved the sugar and cinnamon to the top shelf. I had to reach upward onto my tip toes, dragging my breasts across his chest and resting my thigh between his. He lifted his knee a little, pressing the thigh I was straddling right into my pussy.

I laughed, enjoying the moment, sliding down his leg as I pulled the items out of the cabinet. I set the items on the counter, running my hand between us, lightly down his chest, feeling every solid groove on his torso.

“Thanks, Betsy. You’re such a good helper.” James winked at me as he said it. He had set his cup of coffee on the counter and was standing with his arms braced on the countertop, giving me almost full access to him. I didn’t have the courage to stay there and openly touch him in front of Charlie, so I pulled back. I moved to a cabinet further away from James to grab a bowl for Charlie’s oatmeal.

Moments later, James handed Charlie’s breakfast prep off to me while he dug in the refrigerator for eggs and bacon. Looked like we were going to have a good breakfast that morning. More subtle teasing, touching and flirting continued through breakfast. When Alex finally came downstairs when we were almost done eating, she looked miserable and would only eat toast.

“Betsy and I can clean all of this up, if you want to take Charlie for a snuggle on the couch.” James volunteered when he noticed that Alex was about to start cleaning.

“Thank you, baby,” Alex said as she planted a kiss on James’ mouth before convincing Charlie that she should come into the living room for cartoons. She took Charlie’s hand and toddled her through the archway into the family room just outside the kitchen.

The TV clicked on, filling the room with the sound of some show with cartoon puppies, the sound drifting into the kitchen. James stood up from the table, raising his eyebrows at me, silently commanding me to stand with him. I could see where this was headed. Flirting in front of his daughter along with what had happened the previous evening were clear indicators that James had a thing for risky sexual activity. The thrill of that thought shot through me making my nipples harden.

I leaned over the table as he passed behind me. I reached for Charlie’s almost empty tunceli escort oatmeal bowl across the table, piling it on top of our plates. I made sure to take my time, knowing that my ass cheeks were hanging out of the bottom of my shorts. I glanced up as I straightened, catching Alex’s eye as I did so. Fuck.

Panic made me smile and wave at both her and Charlie. I was seriously hoping she hadn’t caught on to the display I was giving her husband. She wouldn’t be able to see anything inappropriate from the angle she was at, but I wasn’t sure if she had seen the way I had been looking at James.

Thankfully, Alex smiled back, lifting Charlie’s hand to wave back at me. I let a relieved sigh slip from me, taking the dishes to the sink behind the counter. James was filling the sink with hot water, giving me a heated look as I approached.

“You don’t want to throw these in the dish washer?” I asked, holding the dishes out to him. He grabbed them from my hands, placing them on the counter next to the sink while it filled.

“Nah. There isn’t enough to start a load. I’d rather just get them out of the way.”

“Fair enough.” I said with a smile. “Wash or dry?”

“I’ll dry. You wash.” He grabbed my hips shifting me in front of the sink and reaching for a towel. He paused behind me, his breath ruffling my hair as he whispered in my ear. “I’ve got to make sure I can dry you off when you get all wet.”

I elbowed him playfully in the ribs, making him laugh and back off.

“Are you two making trouble in there?” Alex said loudly from the living room. We were just out of her line of sight, but she could hear everything in the kitchen that we were saying unless we whispered.

“James is being mean, Alex,” I said with a grin. “He said if I didn’t wash instead of dry, he’d splash me with water, and get me all wet.”

“I said no such thing!” James threw back defensively, making me smile.

“He is such a nuisance sometimes, Betsy. Just make sure you put him in his place.” Alex said, ignoring James completely.

“He is that! Don’t worry, I’ll make sure we get everything taken care of in here.” I glanced over my right shoulder at James, finding him staring down at my ass. His hand slid down my waist and over my left ass cheek.

“My own wife doesn’t even trust me!” he said incredulously, grabbing a rough handful of my ass.

“You can bet my ass she shouldn’t,” I muttered with a grin.

“Watch it little girl,” he whispered to me, giving me a light slap. From the other room we could hear Alex softly murmuring to Charlie as they continued to snuggle. Alex clearly now distracted.

And it was in that moment of Alex’s distraction that James moved my short shorts to the side, lightly sliding his finger between my wet lips to flick across my clit. I gasped softly, rolling my hips back to give him better access.

“Better wash those dishes, Bets, or Alex will get suspicious.” James whispered. As I reached for the plates beside the sink, he rolled his finger over my clit again. “Good girl.”

My hands shook as I ran the sponge over the plate, hands warm in the hot water. I swear I cleaned the plate five times more than needed, pausing to breathe through the pleasure, dropping my head forward. I pulled my right hand out of the water, sliding it across the front of the sink, reaching toward James. He grabbed my hand with his free one, putting it back in the water to continue washing the dishes, shaking his head at me. My lust filled brain just wanted his hard cock in my hand and then somewhere inside me after. I realized though that if I did that, I would end up getting James’ pants wet, giving Alex a clear indication of what we were doing if she came in the kitchen and caught us. It would be a dead giveaway for her to see a massive wet handprint on his crotch.

The thought that she could walk in at any moment only made my pussy more wet. He could easily stand behind me and fuck me without Alex ever knowing. It was like a slip and slide between my thighs at that moment and there was nothing I would like more.

He shifted behind me, becoming more rough. James gripped my hair, uşak escort pulling my face toward his over my shoulder while he stood behind me thrusting his fingers into my sloppy wet pussy. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He whispered. I nodded my head as much as I could with his fingers entwined in my hair. “Too bad. But I do have something you can take care of for me.”

Fingers still gripped in my hair, James pushed me to my knees in front of him, pulling his sweats down just enough for his beautiful cock to spring out. It popped out to hit me gently on the lips before bouncing back, making me giggle. Then whimper softly, opening my mouth to lick the tip gently. He tossed the dish towel down to me, allowing me to dry my hands quickly, before gripping his shaft.

I couldn’t stop the words that left my lips as I looked hungrily up into his eyes. “Thank you, daddy.”

His breath left him in a rush as I let his cock rest on the side my face as I ran my tongue from base to tip. I was so excited; I couldn’t stop from taking him down my throat all in one shot. James didn’t hesitate to hold my head down, giving the smallest of thrusts, making me gag quietly around his cock. As my eyes started to water, he released me, letting me come up for air. It was hard to remain quiet as I gasped for oxygen. James had a devilish glint in his eye, pulling me back onto him.

“Jesus, what are you guys doing in there? Is everything okay?” Alex said from the couch. I allowed myself to gag one more time on James’ dick, coating him in my saliva, making him shine in the bright lights of the kitchen. I pulled my head back, stroking his slippery cock in circular motions, my hand easily moving around his head.

I gave him a quick lick between strokes then said, “Sorry, Alex! I stubbed my toe. It hurt a bit. We’re all good in here.”

“Make it quick, little girl,” James murmured as his hand still rested on the back of my head. I didn’t need any more encouragement, sucking on the head of his cock in up and down motions, while stroking my hand in the opposite direction. I wanted him to feel like he had a hot wet hurricane of suction around his dick.

I heard movement in the living room, and hurried my motions, swirling my tongue around him, continuing the stroke of my fingers on his shaft. James tapped my shoulder, slowly turning his body toward the counter. I followed him, putting my back to the cabinets as I heard softly padding footsteps coming toward us.

“Where’d Betsy go?” Alex asked. It sounded like she was standing in the doorway between the rooms.

“She had to run to the restroom really quick. No big deal.” James said, spreading his hands wide on the counter, subtly thrusting his hips forward. I took my hand off him and took all of him in my mouth, slowly pulling back so I could stroke my tongue in small circles from base to tip. I was going to get in some trouble for teasing him, but it only caused a tingle in my pussy as he dropped his hand back to my hair, shoving me down on him until I couldn’t breathe.

“Is her toe okay? These solid wood cabinets are killer on toes if you’re not paying attention.”

“I think it is. She may be a little sore for the day, but it shouldn’t cause any problems for her.” He pulled his cock back just enough to let me breathe through my nose. With him distracted I went back to stroking him with my hand and mouth simultaneously, feeling him tense when my free hand cupped his balls.

“Alright, well I’m going to take Charlie upstairs with me to take a bath. Don’t let her injure herself anymore! She’s a god send with Charlie and we need her.” I could hear the smile in Alex’s voice as I sucked even harder on her husband’s cock.

“You got it, babe,” he said gruffly. After a couple seconds of silence, I assumed that Alex had walked away. James groaned, grabbing my hands, pulling them away from his cock, holding them roughly against the counter as he fucked my throat. I couldn’t help but moan when his thrusts became jerky. “Fuck. Take my cum, you dirty little slut.”

And then his cum was filling my mouth as he moaned softly, his head hanging forward as he watched me suck every last drop from him. I continued sucking softly even when he was done, watching his muscles jump in his lower abdomen as his hips jerked, knowing that even if I didn’t get in trouble for overstimulating his sensitive cock now, it would eventually come back to bite me in the ass. And I was looking forward to it.

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Last summer my lover came up with the wildest idea to play out one of his fantasies…

He was working nights as a janitor in the local school building, to make some extra dough. One night, we were cuddling and making out and we started discussing fantasies. After some hesitation, he told me about one about a high school teacher and an 18-year-old student. As he started relating his fantasy I finally told him how hot and wet it was making me… Needless to say we stopped talking and finished making out.

Later that week he suggested I come to work with him at the school the next evening. I grinned and agreed. I went to the bedroom and dressed up in a white blouse and tight short navy skirt. Underneath I put on deceptively virginal white lace bra and panties. On my legs I slid white lace top thigh highs and then navy pumps. As a finishing touch I slid his old class ring on a chain around my neck.

His jaw dropped and his pants bulged when I came out to tell him I was ready. He could tell I was as into this as he was. He stepped towards me but I stopped him by asking, “Shall we go to school?”

At the school, he took me to one of the class rooms. It had rows of desks and a teachers desk in the front center of the room, behind which was a blackboard. I went up to the front center student desk and he went to the teachers desk. I crossed my legs, my skirt sliding up my thigh. My boyfriend eyed the lace on my thigh and smiled. Then he frowned.

“Miss Smith, I have asked you to stay after class today to discuss your grades.”

I grimaced and rolled my eyes.

“Why Mr. Jones?”

“Well, Miss Smith, your grades are very poor. Right now it is near the end of the year and you can expect a D at best for this class.”

“I can’t get a “D”, my parents will kill me!!!”

“Miss Smith, you should have thought of that when you did not turn in your assignments…” He sighed.

“Mr. Jones, I had better things to do than that stuff. Geeeez.”

He lifted an eyebrow and shifted in his seat as I uncrossed and recrossed my legs under the desk. “What kind of things, Miss Smith?”

I smiled secretly… and twirled my hair. “Oh… you know… Mr. Jones…”

He sat back and placed his hands on his desk. “No, Miss Smith, maybe you can tell me…” He paused. “Or show me…”

I was quiet for a moment and then gave him a calculating stare.

“Maybe, um, şanlıurfa escort Mr. Jones, we can reconsider my final grade?” I asked as I uncrossed my legs and lifted one foot to brace on the nearby chair. This left my white lace covered crotch open to his view.

He swallowed and looked me straight in the eye. “That may certainly be possible, Miss Smith.”

I stood up and walked up to the desk. “Mr. Jones, I really can’t afford to fail this class,” I began as I reached up to unbutton the top button of my white blouse. “I really would do anything for a better grade.” I continued unbuttoning the next few buttons.

Mr. Jones, (I was now into the fantasy), watched my hands.

“I’m glad to hear that.” Then he looked me hard in the eyes again… his eyes were hot and hungry. I shivered. “Anything, Miss Smith?”

I faltered briefly and my fingers fumbled. I swallowed hard and noticed I was starting to sweat a bit. But then I answered as I undid the last button. I let my blouse fall over my shoulder and to the floor as I leaned over the desk and replied, “Yes Mister Jones, anything.”

Mr. Jones sat back and drawled, “I might reconsider your grade… if you were to show an interest in learning something.”

I smiled, “Why… Mr. Jones,” I sighed. “Would you teach me something… interesting? But not too hard.”

Mr. Jones smiled. “Oh, Miss Smith. I’m afraid it may be hard.”

I swallowed and returned, “Well then, you will have to go slow with me, and gently…”

Mr. Jones smiled and stood up to walk towards me. I could see the bulge in the front of his trousers… such a big bulge. As he came near I unconsciously stepped back. He was tall and big.

He continued to move forwards… until I felt my legs hit the desk behind me. And his body so close before me, radiating tremendous heat and excitement. He lifted a hand and traced my cheek and my chin.

“Such lovely lips, Miss Smith,” he breathed. Then he continued to draw his hand down my neck… slowly, sending shivers along my spine. I drew my eyes from his to watch his hand move lower. His hand slowly moved down along the lace edge of my bra and slid along it to the clasp in the middle of my breasts. I inhaled sharply as both his hands cupped my breasts over the soft lace cups pushing them upwards. When his thumbs rubbed lightly over my nipples, I closed my eyes and sivas escort moaned. His hands continued to caress my breasts as I heard him chuckle. My eyes flashed open to meet his hot gaze.

“Miss Smith, I want to see these beautiful breasts. Undo your bra for me.” His hands fell from me and he stood back slightly.

My hands shook as I raised them to unclasp the bra. I lifted my arms, sliding off the bra, and letting it fall to the floor. Before I could lower my arms, Mr. Jones grabbed them and held them up. Then he leaned down and kissed my neck and my shoulders. I couldn’t believe how strong and soft his lips felt on my skin. I felt his lips moving lower, my eyes closed. His arms slid down mine and wrapped behind my back as his lips moved over my breasts. I moaned out loud when his warm lips covered my nipple. He held me steady as he licked and sucked the tightening peak and it was all I could feel. I felt myself growing weak and didn’t resist when he lifted me and laid me down on the desk. I looked up and saw a smile tugging the edge of his lips.

I watched as his hands slid down my stomach to the edge of my skirt. He tugged the spandex down my legs and to the floor. I held my breath, watching him trace the edge of my panties with his fingers. Abruptly he began to peel them off and down my legs, until I was left in my stockings and pumps.

I was hot and excited now and I sat up to reach forward. He stood still as I undid his shirt and slid it off. I leaned forward placing soft kisses down his neck and across his chest. Curious… I stopped at his nipples… sucking lightly… I felt him sharply inhale and tried licking my tongue on them. He stiffened and I heard his first moans. I let my fingers slide down to his trousers and felt for the button at the front.

I stopped briefly, running my hands of the bulge through his pants. He ground his hips slightly as I rubbed his hardness. He rested his hands on my shoulders, molding them with his strong hands… rubbing them as he leaned down to kiss my hair. I finally undid the button to his trousers and slid the zipper down. I looked down and saw him bulging against his underwear…. a drop of wetness staining the front. I groaned.

Mr. Jones stepped back slightly and helped me remove his pants and then stepped forward so I could slide my fingers inside the waist band of his briefs and slide trakya escort them down over his hard cock. Once I got them to his thighs, he sprung out hard and long. I licked my lips and his cock jumped.

“Miss Smith,” he addressed me with a hot look. “Now a test of your oral skills…”

I smiled and slid off the desk to my knees on the floor. He watched as I reached for his cock and held its hardness in my hands. I lifted him to rub it across my lips. I stuck my tongue out to taste him. I licked a drop of precum off the tip of his cock and tasted its salty tang. Then I slid his cock into my mouth and started sucking it. I heard him groan and I rubbed his length with my hands… slowly increasing the pressure of my fingers. I felt him begin to throb against my tongue and slid my fingers down to stroke his balls…

After sucking on his wonderfully hard cock for a few minutes he pushed me back onto the desk so I was laying down. He leaned forward and started sucking my nipples again. I felt his hand slide up my legs. First caressing my calves, then rubbing the back of my knees. Finally I felt his fingers tease their way up the insides of my thighs… moving up higher and higher until he reached my wet pussy.

He slid his fingers inside to find me already moist and warm. I felt him sliding his fingers in and out slowly as he kissed my stomach. I gasped when his lips reach the top of my crotch and his tongue started to trace the wet lips of my pussy. I moaned loudly as his tongue slid lower and then pushed inside me. His hands grasped my ass cheeks and held me close as his mouth worked on me.

I felt waves start to crash over me and knew I was about to come and I couldn’t stop it, didn’t want to stop it. My legs tensed around his back and I poured my wetness over his face buried deep between my legs. When he felt the tremors slow down and I had finished shaking, and moaning, he rose up and slid his hard cock over my pussy as he stood before the desk.

I meet his eyes and groan deeply when he starts pushing his cock inside, stretching me wide. I can feel him filling every inch of my wet cunt. I beg him to pound inside me harder and faster…. rubbing my sensitive pussy with his hard penis. I reach up to rub my breasts… holding them up to his view as he rubs a thumb over my clit. I scream out “Oh my- Ohhhhhh!!!” as he pounds harder and I start to grow weak and as he shoots his load up my convulsing cunt I moan loudly as I come and come drenching his hard cock. For a moment I lose my senses and then I am back… his body lowering to mine, finally kissing my deeply, still connected at the hips… not ready to move, weak and sated, lying on the teacher’s desk.

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I smiled to myself, doing my best to savor the moment while it lasted. I was kneeling on Katie’s bed, holding her hips, gazing down at her gorgeous, round bubble butt as it bounced and jiggled, her back arched as she presented that booty to me on all fours. My cock was dripping wet and shiny, glistening with her juices as I drove it repeatedly into her perfect, smoothly shaved pink pussy in long, deep, consistent strokes, sliding back far enough to reveal a flash of my swollen, purple tip with each thrust before I slid back in, causing her juicy asscheeks to bounce delightfully. Her pussy was red-hot; as soft as velvet and soaking wet; slippery but still gripping me tight, squeezing my cock and smearing her thick white cum over my shaft with every firm thrust.

We fucked in silence, the room filled only with the sounds of our sex – the gentle knock of the headboard against the wall; the quiet creak of bedsprings; the slippery wet slap of my long, thick cock sliding repeatedly into her tight little pussy; my measured, heavy breaths and, most prominent, her urgent panting, punctuated by a series of excited squeals and moans, steadily increasing in volume and pitch as time went on. Her sweet moans and murmured expletives were driving me crazy – my rock-hard dick throbbed and my balls clenched each time she gasped with pleasure, and I pumped my cock into her with renewed intensity every time I saw her hands grip the bedsheets as she whined in uncontrollable bliss.

She let out an especially loud squeal and giggled playfully as I gave her luscious ass a firm, playful slap before returning my hand to her hip, making sure to hook my thumb back under the black lace of her skimpy little thong, keeping it firmly to the side as I maintained the steady rhythm. The fabric of her little red dress stopped just above the waistband of the thong – bunched up around her hips, frantically slid up out of the way in our haste to relieve the tension that had been building between us all night. We had crossed her messy, half-lit room from doorway to bed at high speed, collapsing onto the mattress and wasting little time in giving in to our mutual craving for deep, hard and animalistic fucking. As my eyes were drawn to the bright red of her dress, I couldn’t help but reminisce about the events of the evening…

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I’d stepped out of the bar to smoke, already considering heading back to my parents’ place and putting an end to the painfully slow evening I was enduring. It had been a couple of years since my last visit to my hometown and I guess I forgot just how mundane it was. Almost nothing had changed since high school. I’d moved away to the city and got on with my life, but coming home was like going back in time. I’d come out to drink with a few old school friends, but we had very little in common now and it was getting difficult to keep up rize escort the conversation. We weren’t nerds in school, but we were definitely quiet kids – we all focused on school work and didn’t do a lot of partying, and it would seem that these guys had stuck with that mentality, whereas I’d come out of my shell a little in the time I’d been away.

I was just finishing my cigarette, resigned to an early night, when I saw Katie arriving with a few of her friends. All the same girls from school, I might add. I couldn’t help but grin when I saw her. Katie had always been the hottest girl in school as far as I was concerned. She was gorgeous; a sweet, innocent face, deep brown eyes and big juicy lips, long, straight brunette hair, a tight 5’4 frame and curves to die for. The babe of my teenage fantasies – the last few years of high school I must have jerked off over her a hundred times. We moved in very different circles and I don’t think she was ever especially aware of me – it’s not that she was in any way mean, I just kept myself to myself and saw girls like her as being miles above me.

Well, I had changed a lot since then. At 24, I’d graduated and become successful, gotten in great shape, learned how to dress well and, most importantly, gained the confidence I lacked as a teenager. I now understood that I was entirely capable of attracting and satisfying beautiful women, and I did so regularly. From a physical point of view, Katie didn’t seem to have changed nearly as much; her 24 looked a lot like her 18. The most noticeable changes were in her figure: she, like me, had clearly discovered the gym. Her midriff and thighs were even tighter, but her ass was bigger and rounder, and it looked like she might have gone up a cup size (maybe a C, at a guess). Her skin-tight, dangerously short red dress clung to her curves, the juicy, round swell of each asscheek clearly discernible through the thin fabric.

I was impressed, and apparently so was she. Her bright smile when I introduced myself was a million miles from how she would have talked to me when we were at school, and her enthusiastic nod and excited giggle when I offered to buy her a drink would have had me struggling not to cum six years prior. Her friends left us together with knowing smirks, and from there on things progressed quickly. By the end of our first drink, my hand was on the small of her back. After two, she was finding any excuse to brush her hand over my chest and I was confident enough to slide my hand down and give the perfect ass I’d fantasized over for years a firm squeeze, eliciting an almost pornographic gasp from her in response. Three drinks in and both hands were shamelessly groping a cheek each as we made out in our quiet corner of the crowded room.

The fourth drinks sat half-finished and abandoned on the bar as I leaned sakarya escort back against the wall of the bathroom stall she’d dragged me away to, drawing deep, steady breaths and struggling to process the fact that I was looking down at Katie, the girl of my adolescent fantasies, gazing up into my eyes as she slid her plump, glossy lips along the length of my raging pole. She sucked dick exactly the way that I’d always imagined and hoped she would – loud, enthusiastic moans muffled by my engorged tip, saliva running down my shaft and dripping onto the floor below as she slurped away, bobbing up and down while one hand pumped my shaft in time with her mouth, a series of increasingly pleasurable flicks and swirls of her hot, wet tongue around my cockhead and a pleasantly surprising amount of lewd, whispered compliments about the size and taste of my dick. She made sure to drop down and give my full, heavy balls similar treatment, licking and sucking each in turn while she massaged my dripping wet cock with both hands. Before long she had me in her mouth again, her eyes closed as she focused on the steady rhythm of her exquisite sucking.

After around ten minutes of this treatment I was in heaven, leaning my head back against the wall as I enjoyed Katie’s skilful sloppy blowjob, moaning under my breath while she polished my tip with her lips and tongue, when she slid in for one final long and deliciously wet suck that ended with her pouty lips sliding off of my cock with a theatrical pop. She hopped up, smiling brightly before she spun around and posed for me – knees bent a little, leaning forward, back arched as she gripped the hem of her dress, pulling it up to reveal the bottom of her juicy ass, wiggling her hips enticingly, looking back over her shoulder and biting her lip, an agonizingly sexy expression of pure, pleading desire on her angelic face. The second I began to step toward her she erupted in a fit of giggles, grabbing my hand and leading me out of the bathroom just as fast as I could frantically zip up my jeans, dragging me back through the bar and out into the street. I laughed in disbelief, going along with the tease, intoxicated by this gorgeous girl’s sky-high sexual confidence.

The cab ride back to her place had passed in a blur – I spent most of it with my tongue trapped between her lips and my hand up her dress – and we had burst into her apartment, slamming the door behind us and rushing to the bedroom with little ceremony.

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Dragging my attention back to the present, I reached forward to gather her long, silky hair in my hand, forming a makeshift ponytail and wrapping it around my wrist, earning a lusty groan of approval from Katie. I tugged firmly on it, pulling her almost upright before leaning in to kiss her neck from behind while I continued to grind my samsun escort cock into her, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from the new angle as I worked my hips in time with hers, fucking in steady, thrusting circles as I hooked two fingers on my free hand into her mouth. She immediately began to suck enthusiastically on them, her continued moans muffled as she fucked back against me, slurping noisily as she soaked my fingers with her thick, warm saliva. Eventually I released her, allowing her to fall back onto her hands for support. I tugged sharply on her hair, pulling her head back and causing her to moan loudly, her back arched in an exaggerated feline pose as I began to fuck her harder and faster, helping myself to a handful of firm, juicy booty in my free hand, groping her shamelessly as I pounded my cock into her tight, wet pussy. Her desperate moans and exclamations drove me on and I fucked her with renewed passion, determined to satisfy her.

My spit-covered fingers edged inwards as I squeezed and pawed at her bubble butt, until eventually they came to rest directly on her cute little pink star. I continued to fuck her with the same intense rhythm and force as I worked my slippery fingertips in circles on her tight asshole, her moans growing louder and her pussy becoming steadily wetter as she enjoyed the new sensation. She worked her hips, bouncing her booty up and down, fucking back against me as she grew closer and closer to climax, supporting herself on one hand as the other moved below her to desperately work her clit while I played with her butt and relentlessly pounded her pussy. Her ceaseless moans grew ragged as she began to provide a breathless and explicit commentary, loudly announcing her impending orgasm.

I grinned to myself, choosing the moment to finally slip a finger into her tight ass, sliding down to the second knuckle and being treated to a delightful wail of pleasure in response. Katie’s climax was downright cinematic; she shuddered and thrashed, shamelessly moaning at the top of her voice as she gave in to the pleasure. I didn’t hold back, fucking her right through her orgasm, allowing myself to abandon all restraint. As she finally collapsed, sliding forward off my cock with a final, blissful groan, i quickly replaced her tight pussy with my hand, needing only a few urgent strokes to bring myself over the edge. I groaned as I began to cum, spraying long, thick ropes of hot cum all over the perfect round ass in front of me as she giggled and moaned quietly, still lazily rubbing her pussy as she kept her back arched, providing me a canvas to decorate with my load.

My vision blurred and I fell back on my hands, supporting myself in my kneeling position while I caught my breath. Finally I opened my eyes to look down at Katie, sprawled obscenely on her front before me. Her juicy bubble butt was soaked with cum; long spurts had streaked across her dress and even into her hair. She giggled playfully as she finally found the energy to push herself up to her knees. I leaned in to kiss her and she responded enthusiastically, swirling her tongue around mine.

Katie was definitely worth the wait.

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