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Ashley woke up on a normal Saturday afternoon, feeling refreshed and ready to take on the world. Looked to her side and saw the stud she had chosen to pleasure her the night before, snoring blissfully. He had had quite the night, as Ashley got off on being submissive to her bulls. Sure, she was all of their boss, but it was fun to let her lovers take control when she was in the mood, and she was almost always in the mood.

Then she looked down her body and saw her massive, gravidly pregnant belly sticking up under the sheet. This would be her 8th calf. She was not in contact with any of the first 7, having given them to anonymous couples seeking healthy, happy little babies and being unable to produce them themselves. Hucows were, of course, excellent breeding stock, and Ashley was happy to get to experience pregnancy while knowing the baby would be cared for without her needing to put her life on hold!

It had been an exciting few years since her 18th birthday and subsequent takeover of the hucow farm, and Ashley considered her life to be essentially perfect. She was constantly bred, and at every stage of her pregnancies she had unlimited access to the finest, thickest, juiciest bull cocks in the entire world. Her lovers could cook for her, play music for her, massage her sore feet and her glorious rump, and help her milk. And then, of course, she would have them fuck her brains out while she was positioned at the machine, having her beautiful teats sucked on and emptying her magnificent udders of their milk.

Today was particularly exciting for Ashley. It was the first Saturday of the month and that meant only 1 thing: It was new arrivals day! The farm held recruiting events throughout the month, but the first Saturday is when the new hucow class were instructed to arrive, receive their shots, and become a part of the dairy. Ashley loved new arrivals day; she could still remember her slutty, eager self getting the injections and experimenting with her new body as it developed. Seeing the new girls go through the same process was like getting to relive it all over again!

This happy thought made her loose, slutty hucow pussy tingle, and fortunately for her she knew exactly what the solution to that issue was. “Wake up, stud! I need some big, strong bull cock in my pregnant cunt. Can you do that for me?” Ashley asked sweetly, nudging the sleeping bull and causing him to wake up with a huge smile.

All of the bulls loved their time with Ashley. It was official policy that no man got to become a bull on the farm without first fucking her, to see if they passed muster. Her amazing, undeniably enthusiastic sexuality was an incredible thing to experience. She sucked them, took them into her amazingly juicy pussy, and played all sorts of incredibly fun games with them. This particular bull still thought of his initiation almost every time he masturbated, which was often.

Sure, he had a virtually endless supply of eager pussy, but the shots they had given him forced him to seek release more than a dozen times a day, and that just wasn’t practical to find with a partner, given how thorough the hucows needed to be ravished. An unsatisfying, quick unloading to relieve his tension would mean that he risked being disciplined, afyon escort and he certainly wasn’t going to risk being denied any slutty pussy for a week, so jerking off to the thought of Ashley’s particularly showy fucking was a daily activity.

Needless to say, when Ashley climbed on top of the young man and straddled him, she was pleased to find his massive cock already rock-hard and throbbing. She was the stuff of his masturbatory fantasies, and she had chosen him to be her designated lover! Her pussy was literally dripping as she ground herself back and forth along his shaft, pressing it into his sculpted abdomen.

“Ohhh yes!” she exclaimed. “I want to make myself cum like this, and then I’m going to really ride you, and then… And then… OH FUCK!” She began convulsing, trembling forcefully as the bull lowered himself while her pussy was near the head of his cock, aligned himself with her quivering entrance, and thrust in. He filled her completely, or as completely as such a loose hucow slut could possibly be filled, and she fucking loved it! She had had a plan, but when one of her lovers took initiative…

“YES! Oh yes, pound into me!” she screamed, waiting for him to start thrusting up into her and making her cum again and again. Instead, he grinned at her, held totally still, and grabbed her udders. She let out a needy, desperate moan and started to rock her hips on top of him, trying to create some of the delicious friction she needed to push herself over the edge, but he used his firm grip on her enormous breasts to hold her more or less steady.

“Why are you doing this?!” she wailed, needing to cum so badly it overrode everything else. “What do you want?! I’ll suck you! I’ll let you fuck my udders! I’ll do anything! Just let me cum, please!” In her lustful fog, she had forgotten that she was this man’s employer, his landlord, and his greatest fantasy. All she knew was, she needed his cock and she wasn’t getting it right then, at least not in the way she needed it.

The bull, clever fucktoy he was, had no secret agenda other than to drive her absolutely crazy. If he did that, maybe she’d remember him, and would invite him to come and fuck her mroe often! That was his dearest wish, and seeing that she was about at the edge of her sanity, he decided enough was enough. Why drive her crazy beyond what was necessary to make this the most enjoyable fucking either of them had ever experienced?

“You want to get fucked like a good, pregnant hucow slut?” he asked confidently, faking bravado where he really only felt intense desire. Ashley just whimpered and nodded, her eyes begging him for mercy, for cock. “Get off and get on your milking machine.”

Ashley rushed to do so, willing to do anything necessary to get that thick cock to really fuck her. She climbed onto the machine and jammed her udders into the waiting suction cups, feeling her erect teats slip into the gripping, sucking tubes. Her pregnant belly hung low, almost to the level of her knees resting on the padding at the back of the machine.

The bull got up and walked slowly, calmly over to the machine. He still couldn’t believe it: The most powerful woman in the entire county, bent over aydın escort naked with her gigantic tits strapped into this machine, begging him frantically to fuck her. It made him feel unstoppable, though he harbored no illusions that this feeling was accurate; if he ever really refused her or tried to take advantage of the situation for anything other than mind-bogglingly good sex, she would replace him faster than the blink of an eye. There were hundreds of men equipped to satisfy her just like he was, and only one hucow who had anywhere near her level of cunning, influence, and raw sexuality. She owned him, just like she owned so much of everything that surrounded them. But for now, in their little fantasy world, he was in charge, and he was going to enjoy the hell out of that!

“You’ve been a good little slut for me, Ashley,” he encouraged her, and saw her try to rub her thighs together over her enormously swollen clit to relieve some of the tension building in her.

“I’ve been so good! Please, fuck me! Make me cum!” she raved, her eyes watering and her back arching uncontrollably with want.

“First I want to milk you some,” he told her, reaching forward and flicking the machine on. The pumping began, intermittent squeezes of the suction cups that began to pull the milk from her sensitive, throbbing teats. He watched in awe as squirts of milk began trickling down the tubes into the waiting container, filling with the milk she so eagerly produced.

“Oh fuck! Yes! Milk me like the cow slut I am!” she screamed, her legs shaking as the pleasure of having her milky udders sucked on began to overwhelm her. “Oh please, please, make me cum! This is too intense, I’m going to – I’m – OH! YES!” Ashley began writhing erratically, large spurts of milk shooting down the machine’s tubes as the pleasure of her orgasm triggered letdown.

“Oh you little slut!” teased the bull, grinning at her as he moved in front of the machine. “I didn’t tell you that you could come, did I?”

“N – N – No you didn’t! I’m sorry! It was just – just tooooo intense,” she sobbed, still wracked by aftershocks.

“Do you want to make it up to me so that I’ll fuck you? And I mean really fuck you.”

“YES! What do you want? I’ll do anything! I’m yours, use me like the hucow whore I am!” She looked up at him with big, watering eyes and big her lip, wondering what he would choose. She excelled at deepthroating bull cock, and knew she had sucked this particular stud off recently, so the memory was still fresh for both of them…

He moved closer, lifting his hard cock to rub against her face, and cupped her chin in his hand. “I want you to suck me, and I want you to cum as hard as you can while you do,” he told her, hardly able to stop himself from cumming when he pictured what he described.

Ashley, eager to get the show on the road, didn’t bother answering but instead just opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. “Eeee ooo iii” she begged, starting to drool as she suddenly craved the taste of cock.

He lined himself up with her sloppy mouth and started to inch forward, feeling her tongue coat him with spit. “Oh Ashley, yes! Your mouth is so good,” he told her, knees buckling slightly at the sudden ağrı escort pleasure as she lurched forward and took his bulbous head into her throat, not gagging at all. She was well-practiced, after all!

“This feels so good, I may just cum in your throat and leave you un-fucked!” he teased, and saw her face suddenly transform into one of genuine, rabid fear.

“Oooooo eeee uuuu eeee” she begged, gurgling on his cock and frantically trying to spit him out.

“Fiiiine,” he relented, but then grabbed the sides of her face and held her head still. “But first, you still need to squirt while I fuck your slut face, okay my dear?”

She started to nod as much as she could with his cock between her lips, but was forced to stop when his entire length was thrust into her mouth and throat. Instead, she just gurgled her pleasure at being used and lathed him as fast as she could with her tongue.

After another minute of this, he took pity on the poor, cock-hungry hucow before him and decided to help. Reaching forward with his long arms, he hooked his fingers and began to play with her entrance, rubbing in and out and making her thrash wildly, still hooked into the machine. Soon she let out a scream – as well as she could, with her mouth still full of cock – and began to cum uncontrollably. Her juices shot out, soaking the invading digits and splashing all over the floor. When she came down from the orgasmic high and he withdrew his fingers, she was still ecstatic. That meant she could get fucked now! She looked excitedly up at the bull whose cock she was sucking on and tried to question him with her eyes.

“Soon, my little hucow slut, soon. I just want to take some more pleasure from your beautiful mouth first, now be a good girl and take it,” he told her compassionately, and she nodded as much as she was able. She wanted to be fucked, but as a true slut of course her first duty was to allow the bulls to find pleasure from her body!

The bull kept up his thrusting for another few minutes until he felt his large balls begin to tighten, and slowed. He didn’t actually want to disappoint her, he just knew that torturing her a bit with the thought of being unsatisfied would make her orgasms that much more powerful when he finally did fill her sloppy cunt.

As his cock slipped out of her lips, Ashley looked up at him with drool spilling past her chin and tears streaming down her face. “Fuck me! Fill me! I want it! I need it!” she begged crazily. Her pussy felt like it was on fire, rhythmically pulsing and contracting, desperate to be filled with hot, potent cum. Sure, she was already pregnant, but the hucow body just needed to be bred constantly!

He moved back around behind her and stood for a second inspecting her glorious rump. SMACK! The sound of his open palm colliding with her tensing ass rang out, and Ashley howled her pain and pleasure to the ceiling. “Owww! That hurt so GOOD!” she screamed, bucking her ass back towards him, wanting him to hit her again almost as badly as she wanted to be filled.

Instead, he used one powerful hand to grip her hip firmly, holding her steady as the other lined his head up with her dripping entrance. “Pleeeeaaase, just fuck me!” Ashley shrieked when the teasing had become altogether too much. She could feel his fuck-stick in position and reaady; she was ready; she needed him!

“YESSSSSS!” she screamed at the top of her lungs as she felt the massive tool sliding into place, all the way to the base, stretching and filling her already-worn pussy.

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Alan cracked his eyes open expecting to see rays of light penetrating the darkness of his room. Instead he was met with nothing more than the red glow from the numbers on his alarm clock. He had never been much of a morning person so it was a little unsettling that he felt surprisingly alert at 4-whatever in the morning. He thought it might be his body adapting to the morning exercise and waking him up earlier in anticipation. Alan tried to close his eyes and drift back to sleep but someone slipped an idea into his brain. He couldn’t take his genies to work again–that was almost a complete disaster even without the magi showing up–but he could take them away from his apartment for the day. He could take them to a place where no one would find them. Some place fun.

Alan’s idea excited him. He bounced out of bed and after he quickly flung some clothes on he went across the hall to rouse his genies. If they got on the road soon they could make it before 10.

“Hey sleepyheads! Wake up! Today,” he announced far too jovially for being up before the sun, “we are being spontaneous.”

He called to leave a message with his boss at work that he wouldn’t be coming in today. He needed a vacation and was going to use some of his accrued paid time off.

– – –

Alan went to get a snack out of the cooler that he had brought along. He knew how much his genies enjoyed eating with him and decided not to deny them the simple pleasure of a picnic. He had made up several sandwiches and cut up some melons before they left the apartment.

He smiled to himself as passersby continued to slow down and gaze at his genies on their way along the beach. Both openly gawking chiseled men and jealous bikini-clad women seemed unnaturally drawn to Misty, Lucky, Magik, and Carmella. Alan followed the gaze of the most recent rubbernecker, turning to see what his djinni were up to. The four of them splashed in the surf like giddy little kids either unaware of all the attention directed their way or simply accustomed to it. Whatever the reason, their carefree attitudes only served to make them more beautiful.

Alan had bought them all bikinis before taking the trip. They’d had no idea where he was taking them so early in the morning or why they would need swimwear for a car ride, and Alan purposefully left them in the dark to keep it a surprise for later. He had helped them pick out the ones that he thought looked the most fetching and told them to model for him before he went to buy them all. Unfortunately the department clerk only gave him a scathing look when he asked if he could go with them to the dressing rooms to help see how well they fit.

When they had first arrived at the beach he had set out beach towels for them on the sand and brought the cooler over to stake out a spot for them to relax for the afternoon. Alan had wanted to get away and just enjoy himself for the day. None of the stress of worrying about training his mind to be sharp enough to throw together some magic at a moment’s notice. None of the worry of making a mistake at work–double checking all of his numbers to be sure he wouldn’t get fired. He had merely sat with them on the towels for a few moments explaining to the djinni how much he loved the outdoors but never really took the time to go anywhere anymore. Now that he had someone to share it with there was more meaning to taking a vacation. For a few minutes the five of them just took it in: The sparkling sand between their toes, the crash of the surf, the seagulls screeching in the distance, the cool smell of the ocean spray.

After they got settled Alan finally noticed how much attention he was getting shortly after he began putting sunscreen on them. Initially his reaction had been another brief bout of paranoia. He wondered if the magi had somehow followed him even here, but when he recognized the familiar stare of desire he felt more at ease. After that he had relaxed again and smiled to himself the entire time he smeared the lotion on each lovely woman one-by-one. Much to the enjoyment of his audience he made extra sure to cover every nook and cranny that was exposed. None of the genies had minded either, passively turning him on by pressing themselves against him as his slippery fingers glided across their skin.

Alan enjoyed himself and entertained the idea of quitting his job and moving to the beach. With what he knew now he could certainly find a way to make money. He pondered about opening a massage parlor in a little hut with the harem right here along the coast as his fingers slid across Lucky’s tight greasy stomach. Although the sunscreen had been thoroughly rubbed in, his hands continued to move in slow, sensuous circles across her body for a long time after. There may have even been a dirty joke that involved Alan holding the bottle of sunscreen down by his crotch while he squeezed more onto her frontside.

Needless to say, it had been a great day so far.

“There’s more food if you four are adana escort interested,” he hollered over the pounding of the waves against the rock. He shook his sandwich in the air to punctuate his point in case they hadn’t heard him clearly from out in the ocean.

Mesmerized by Lucky’s large breasts bouncing to and fro as she chased after the receding waves, Alan barely noticed the sparkling sunlight reflecting off of the larger waves in the distance letting him know that the sun would be setting soon and their day at the beach was likely coming to an end.

‘Is it that late already?’ He thought to himself. The continuous roar of the waves on the shore accompanied by the salty smelling mist filling the air was so relaxing. He had forgotten how easy it was to just lose track of time.

Suddenly Alan noticed another sparkle. It was closer this time but near some rocks, not out on the water. He became acutely aware of a magical presence and realized that the shimmer he was seeing wasn’t from the sun. It was strong now that he was looking for it. The amount of magic emanating from the area almost caused the beach to fade away as a blue mist engulfed him. Was there enough time to fight whatever spell he had been caught in? It was certainly strong. He had never noticed a presence like this before. He would find out now if his time spent training had been a waste or not. He turned around instinctively throwing an invisibility enchantment around himself, fully expecting to find one of the magi hunting him, yet when Alan spun around to face his attacker he saw something he knew in his heart that the average person was not meant to see. He forgot all about his magic and let the enchantment dissolve.

Before him stood an eight foot tall being which was not entirely human. It was human in nature alright–four limbs, a torso, a head, ears, and nose–but its skin was soft around the edges in a way that was difficult to describe. It was as though the blue mist surrounding them was an extension of its body. It was impossible to definitively tell where one ended and the other began. There were three strange orbs that were slowly rotating around its head and Alan couldn’t tell what they were. Each seemed to travel on an axis of its own. When they appeared about to collide they instead passed through each other in a way that reminded him of the wax inside a lava lamp. Then there were the eyes–or rather, weren’t. Instead of a couple round orbs with irises and pupils, Alan saw only voids of pulsing white energy which seemed to flow inward like perpetual waterfalls.

When it finally opened its mouth to speak he still couldn’t decide if this being had a gender. Its voice seemed to consist of several different tones melding together. Not in a chaotic way like several people talking to you at once, but more like a choir of people who are all singing the same song.

[Alan, you are unique,] it said. [I have come to visit you with the hope that you may help me and my kind, as you have shown a desire to do so already.]

“How… how could… you possibly need my help?” Alan managed to push past the mental block of his stupefying incredulity. “How do you know my name? And who are you? Are you what a genie looks like before they take form?” He asked, recognizing the strange colored mist still flowing around them at last. He still found it unnerving not being able to see anyone or anything around him through the thick mist.

[I am not. This is my only form. I am a Master Genie, the most pure of all djinni in existence.] It paused for a moment and Alan could sense that it was looking at him–or into him maybe? He wasn’t entirely sure what he could equate a master genie’s senses to. [I am the one who melded the djinni with whom you reside.]

“You what?” The hair on the backs of his arms and neck stood up slightly at what he thought this being was implying.

[I melded the djinni you have formed a bond with,] it repeated. [I will not trouble you with the intricacies of creating a djinn. Suffice it to say that the process of melding a soul with the leylines of magic requires immense knowledge and extreme precision. It has taken me several human lifetimes to gather the understanding necessary to interact with such forces and maintain a balance. This is why I require your aid. As I am certain you must know, very few humans are aware of the existence of magic and fewer still resonate with it properly.]

“And in order for me to create a genie, I have to ‘resonate’ properly?” he asked, not fully understanding what it is the master genie was asking of him. It continued to gaze upon him briefly before the white pools of its eyes suddenly turned crimson and it let loose a series of loud guffaws. Reflexively he brought his arms up and took a half-step back into a defensive stance until he realized that it wasn’t going to hurt him.

[Your enthusiasm is certainly not lacking,] it finally replied when it quit laughing. Its ankara escort eyes settling back down into a creamy orange before going white once more. [No, I would not ask one of the flesh to learn the art of melding. I was referring to your current state of resonance. You are unlike most humans in your interaction with magic.]

Alan wasn’t sure if he should feel offended to be laughed at by a master genie, but he decided now was probably not the best time to reflect upon that. He was finally starting to get a vague idea of what it was talking about. The master genie certainly seemed genuine in its appeal for help. Alan forced himself to relax a little, curiosity winning over feelings of self-preservation. “You mean like Brock? And the magi? Does this resonance you keep talking about relate to them and the shimmer that always seems to accompany magic? I’m still fairly new to all of this.”

[Yes, the group of individuals who call themselves the magi are particularly greedy. I do not know of the one named Brock. In order to understand this in the context of all things, you must understand first where magic comes from. Your power has been growing lately, correct?]

“Yeah, I have been practicing in case they try to attack me again.”

[This is not the reason. Perhaps your familiarity with magic and what you are capable of has grown, but that would not affect your ability to call upon more power. Know that behind all magic, much like all choices made in life, there are intentions. The leylines of magic demand a certain respect. If your intentions for using magic are corrupt and self-serving, your access to power will be limited. Conversely, selfless magic will increase your power by creating new magic. This new magic will follow the link you have retrospectively. This is how I was able to find you so easily. You have been frequently using magic to benefit others. Many of your spells generate new magic which flows along your link. First, back into yourself. Then into the djinn that granted you knowledge of magic, and continuing on into the djinn–myself in this case–who melded her, before finally seeping into the leylines of the Earth.]

Alan’s mind briefly flashed back to a conversation he had with Magik about altruism and the strength of magic. He had no idea that things were this complicated. An odd thought came to him: If genies are slaves and are required to grant wishes then they just do it because it is their job. He could choose. True selflessness can only come from choice, not from obligation. His human magic could theoretically become stronger than genie magic if he continued to help people. He wondered if there was any truth to that idea. It was both frightening and exciting.

[All magic comes from the Earth, so it is there that your new magic is invariably drawn. Because you resonate so closely with the nature of the leylines you may also draw upon the magic of the Earth, but until your body becomes accustomed to channeling power it will affect you adversely, likely causing a lapse in neurological connections with your brain.]

“I can channel the Earth’s magic?”

[Yes. You have likely been doing this all along before you had much magic of your own. Otherwise it might have taken you decades to reach the level of power and proficiency you have now.]

“I wasn’t even aware. They had told me that my body had to be in sync with my mind, nothing about leylines and resonance. Although, now that you mention it, I have been rendered unconscious once from pushing my abilities too far.” Alan remembered quite vividly the chimera that he had summoned in that alley several weeks ago. “No, I take that back. Twice. Last night I created a real flame somehow and it forced me unconscious as well… So, in order to channel magic from the Earth I need good resonance. What is the deal with the magi then? They seem to have a pretty good handle on their magic as well, yet they almost killed me trying to find the genies living with me. I see no good intentions there.”

[The magi circumvent the need for proper resonance via selfless magic by shattering the links of genies and taking them for themselves. Their power grows with each genie they drain, but the husks they leave behind are something less than dead, yet at the same time their fate is much worse than death. They are beings without souls, left to decay in a short life that can be nothing but agony.]

The master genie paused for a moment; its eyes had turned an iron gray which Alan now deduced was somehow linked to its emotion. It still gave him the creeps.

[It is impossible even for me to know what it feels like to be without a soul for none have survived it, but the feeling of slowly decomposing from the inside cannot be a pleasant one. The amount of magic these magi get through their ruthless methods hardly compares to being able to tap into a great reservoir such as the Earth’s magic. This is why they have to drain so many genies, adıyaman escort it is incredibly inefficient. Unfortunately, when that happens there is a break in the flow of magic back to me, and that will inevitably result in my being too weak to create any new genies and will finally accelerate my own death.]

“But you’re so strong,” Alan argued, gesturing around him. “Your shimmer is unlike anything I have seen so far. It doesn’t seem confined to you or your spells. It’s more like an aura. You must have a significant amount of your own magic. How would you ever become weak enough for that to happen?”

[You use illusory magic primarily, such as that invisibility enchantment you just willed when I arrived. Have you noticed that the longer you will an enchantment to exist, the more difficult it becomes?]

“Yeah, my genies said there is no such thing as permanence when it comes to my enchantments.”

[That is an oversimplification. It is true that magic does have limits, but the threshold for those limits is likely difficult for you to comprehend. I have used temporal magic to slow the passage of time while we speak to keep anyone else from taking note of our interaction. This is within my ability, certainly easier than reversing the flow of time, and I have willed this enchantment to exist for several minutes now. I could continue for hours if it were warranted. This is something beyond the ability of any human currently living.]

[The amount of magic that I possess is far superior to yours, yet as a race of magical beings all djinni consume magic every day as a part of our existence. We are magical beings. This trait is what gives us such potent control over magic, but it comes with a price. Much like you would die after ten minutes without oxygen in your blood, I too would die after a short time of being without magic. The genies that I have melded must also consume magic, but on a much lesser scale, especially while they remain in their gaseous form. As they grant the desires of others and use magic of their own I am given enough magic to sustain myself. This is the reason for the mantra instilled in every djinn we meld. They are not only slaves to us, but us to them as well. Without coexistence there would be no existence.]

“I still don’t agree with it, but I can see the functional use of such a society,” Alan grumbled, still not exactly ready to argue with this intimidating plume of personified magic. “So the magi are causing breaks in your flow of magic and you want to stop them. Do you have a plan?”

[There are enough genie hunters in the world already. If I were to risk openly revealing myself to those such as the magi, their numbers would increase a hundred fold. They would not only begin hunting me for my vast power–a nightmare in itself, imagine the type of Magi that would be spawned if one of them managed to drain my power–but my actions would also endanger the few thousand lesser djinni that I am responsible for. I have been a master genie for close to seven thousand years and in that time I have only encountered two others, just one of whom still lives. I cannot risk doing this task myself with our numbers so few.]

[The magi are dangerous, but they are also foolish. They know next to nothing of the leylines of magic and how their actions are affecting the world. They are nothing more than babes playing with explosives–as much a danger to themselves as those around them.]

Alan felt his face go numb when he realized what this being was indirectly asking of him. He didn’t want to anger this immensely powerful djinn by refusing to help. What choice was there?

“So… you want me to help you to… to what? Take down a ring of murderous magic thieves all by myself?” Alan spoke quietly, almost afraid to put voice to his thoughts.

[You are afraid. I cannot blame you. I-]

“You’re damn right I’m afraid!” Alan interrupted, his anger at having his fears confirmed overpowering his caution. “You show up here expecting me to think you’re some kind of saint while you enslave your whole race. And I’m supposed to help you. I… am supposed to help YOU. I don’t care about you or the magic of the Earth. What does it have to do with me? What you’re asking is suicide! Maybe I didn’t have the biggest plans for my future, but I’d still like to HAVE a future!”

Alan pressed his fingers against his brow, closed his eyes, and took a shaky breath, exhaling slowly. He wasn’t the type of person to yell, but this situation felt completely out of his control. He hated being forced to do things.

“Jus-just hold on for a second,” he said, waiting for the flowing adrenaline in his veins to ebb.

[I never expressed that you would be alone. I had hope when I came to find you that you would be sympathetic to our cause,] the genie said, remaining impassive.

“I’m sorry. I-” Alan took a moment to gather his thoughts. “Do you know how ridiculous this sounds? You are the most powerful genie I have ever met–and I have seen the others do some amazing things before you showed up–and you’re going to tell me that you can’t go take care of the magi. Instead I have to go do it? Me. Alan Castillo. I mean obviously I have some access to magic, but a month ago I had no clue about any of this!”

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Drew and Katie had been dating since the summer before her junior year in college. Both had a tendency toward over achievement in school, and this was the first long term relationship for either. Katie had long red hair and a short, curvy frame. Drew was very thin, and slightly taller than average. He was always a fan of a simple t-shirt with the name of an obscure band paired with some grotesquely over sized headphones, and she of the ankle-length skirt and sweaters or sweatshirts. He had graduated by now, and her own college career would be over in another month. They were together for a long time. There were fireworks at first, and the relationship was quickly approaching its 3rd anniversary. However, their interest in each other was waning, and frankly they only stayed together because each was too scared of being lonely and the childish hope that an anniversary would suddenly revitalize their interest.

While Katie continued with college, Drew had entered the working world and had an entry-level position punching numbers into a computer for a Fortune 500. He was living at home again and although the drive wasn’t long, they didn’t see each other as much. He did end up seeing a lot of his new coworkers though, including Tori. Tori was a secretary, and seeing as the only way he could see their boss in person was to talk to her first, the two became friends. She had a similar build to Katie, though a bit thinner and her hair was dark and worn short with highlights, put up in an artsy random arrangement. She was more outgoing than Katie, and although she was ambitious, it didn’t keep her from having fun. They had very little in common: a shared attraction to Drew’s shaggy hair and thin frame; an intangible “cuteness”; and a place in Drew’s fantasies.

Of course, Drew didn’t believe that Tori was interested in him, and since he had a girlfriend, he didn’t consider dating her to be an option, although it must have been somewhere in his subconscious because he never mentioned Katie. In the meantime, two of them became good friends and as they moved from awkward small talk to deep conversation and real trust, the awkward geek in him was slowly killed and replaced by a functional human being. *** Needless to say, Drew’s heart skipped a beat when Tori asked him during the lunch break chit-chat, “So are you doing anything tonight?” Drew was just thinking that because of Katie he had no choice to turn down a dinner with his secret crush when she continued, “I mean, I was asking because a bunch of us are going out for some drinks. It’s just a group thing.”

“Oh..uh, in that case I can go. I mean, I’d love to go. Not that…it’s just I was thinking…”

“Don’t worry babe, I’ll have you back in one piece. But as long as you don’t have plans, we’d all love it if you could come.”

Drew responded, “Oh, it would be nice to finally get out a little. Lately, things have gotten kind of boring.” Without speaking aloud, he continued unfairly, “it can get boring when you’re always fighting with your bitchy girlfriend”. Certainly, the relationship wasn’t working, but they deserved equal blame.

“Awww, what’s wrong?”she asked sincerely. She didn’t get an answer. *** The coworkers sauntered into Jimmy’s Pub, and Steve, a slightly overweight man with a little bit of muscle definition and dirty blond short hair, ordered a beer for everyone. All told, the group consisted of Rosa, a cute twenty-six year old of Hispanic descent with very large breasts and Jake, a barely older dark-haired, buzz-cut, male complete with six pack who was dating Rosa. They had been dating for some time and were hanging on each other when they walked in. Once Steve returned with the beer, they started things off with some casual office gossip. Eventually, Drew found out that the group first started adana escort coming here as a double date destination when Steve and Tina were going out. As their inhibitions faded, the group fell to story telling. Apparently, Steve had once walked in to the storage closet to find Rosa on top of Jake with her skirt hiked up. Rosa’s rebuttal story was about the time that they saw a movie together and Tina, while returning to her seat tried to sneak up and lick the back of Steve’s neck—only to find out that he had switched seats with Jake. “Don’t you smile,” Rosa said, and slapped Jake. Jake kissed her.

As fun as it was to listen, Drew definitely felt out of place in the group; he couldn’t really contribute. Tina must have heard him, because she inquired, “so what about you babe? Let’s hear your deepest, darkest secrets.”

“Yeah, we haven’t heard anything from the new boyfriend yet,” Rosa teased. Caught off guard, all Drew did was blush.

Tina defended his honor saying, “don’t be mean to our new friend, you’ll scare him away and he won’t come back.”

“I don’t really have any good stories,” he began, but after receiving disapproving glances he tried again, “I guess there is one. A few years ago, my girlfriend and I were in class, sitting apart from each other and we each sneaked out to mess around together.”

“And…,” Rosa said. She was only being playful, but clearly his audience was unimpressed.

“And….we met up and started making out, and then we find a quiet hallway and start going at it a little more. That’s when the professor from the class walks out the back door of the lecture hall just a yard away from us.”

Tina was shocked, Drew almost apologized, but then she said, “Wow…that is a lot more strange than I expected. You’ll fit in just fine with us.”

Rosa and Jake were still holding hands, but at some point their hands had slipped stealthily off the table and into his lap. Quite suddenly, Jake interrupted, “Sorry guys, but we better take off we’re both feeling a little tired.” The abruptness wasn’t lost on their companions who saw the young couple leave each with a hand in the other’s pocket.

As the couple left, Tina commented, “that wasn’t too obvious. Pretty soon they’ll just start fucking each other on the table right in front of us.”

“I thought Steve pretty much proved that they were already past the point of fucking in front of you guys,” Drew interjected.

“Nah, Steve was probably just trying to catch a glimpse of Rosa’s tits. He would never go into the storage room himself just because he needed something.

“Hey, if you guys are just going to make fun of me all night, I’m leaving. Besides I have to get some sleep tonight. Oh and by the way, I was NOT trying to sneak a peek at her tits—but they were certainly worth it.” With that, he walked out and Drew and Tina were alone together at the table. The rest of the bar was still somewhat crowded, but not in their corner.

Drew was the first to break the long silence, saying “Well considering all the teasing I received my story was more embarrassing then yours. I think that’s kind of unfair, maybe you should tell another.”

She mockingly imitated his stammering and mumbling, “…well…I…uh don’t really have any.”

Regardless of rather it was because of the last argument he had with Katie, or because Tina was so hot when her hair fell across her face, or because of all the alcohol they had that night, Drew said, “well do you care to make some new stories tonight?” Neither one of them was sure if he was joking or not.

“Sure.” She reached down in between his legs, feeling around for his penis. She found it, and was pleased that it was already pretty firm. She squeezed the head with her finger tips ankara escort through his pants, and then used her nails to scratch underneath it. She then scratched down the length of his cock, and in the trimmed hair at its base. Drew was already shuddering with enjoyment. “So what do you think?”

Drew glanced around at the other customers in the bar. He was about to say no, but he couldn’t find the strength, he only moaned approvingly. With that, Tina unzipped his pants and reached in to grab the hard cock. She moaned, “wow, it’s big.” Although Drew wasn’t huge he was above average, and he definitely enjoyed hearing that. Drew squirmed in his seat as she started rubbing his cock with a couple of finger tips. She licked her hand to moisten it and then reached down and grabbed the swollen head of his member and slowly began to stroke. With her other hand she scratched and teased his inner thighs. As she sped up her work on his cock, his breathing turn ragged.

Suddenly, Drew became aware that he had been lost in the pleasure. He was sure that someone would notice if they kept this up much longer. Everywhere he felt eyes on him. “Someone…might notice…better…stop,” he whispered.

“Oh I will eventually, when I’m done.” She put her leg in between his, over his lap and again increased the rate of her pleasureful assault. Drew made a half-hearted effort to pull away, only to think better of it. He slowly thrust in and out of Tori’s hand. Clearly, much of the bar knew what was happening as he saw more and more eyes turned his way. His inhibitions faded away and he started to enjoy the attention. After all, he was quite proud of Tori’s enthusiasm.

As Drew felt the orgasm build, he stopped his thrusting and whispered, “Fuck…I’m close…we better stop.” Again Tori somehow tightened her grip and sped her stroking. She moved closer to him, rubbing against his lap. “Oh, fuck…” Drew exclaimed, and then a wave of fear passed through him before he throw his head back in ecstasy and parted with his load.

Tori smiled and whispered in artificially throaty voice, “all finished.” Then she discretely removed her hand and licked it clean. Her smile grow exponentially as she saw a moist spot appear on Drew’s pants. Drew was dumbfounded, and would have sat there staring into space had Tori not said, “so since it’s so late, maybe you should walk me home.”

“Afraid someone will take advantage of you sexually?”

“Actually, I’m hoping for it,” she responded. With that, they walked out. Tori once again flashed that evil grin that had been so prevalent that night when she said, “well, I guess we out PDA’ed Rosa and Jake today. You know, you’re a bad influence on me.”

As Drew sobered up a little and calmed down sexually, he started to notice just how easy it is to talk to Tori, and that she brought out his adventurous side. Still caught up in the moment, he was able to ignore that there would be consequences for cheating and just appreciate the great repartee between the two of them, and how they were seemingly perfect for each other. “Yeah, I’m the bad influence, huh? If that’s the case, then why is my underwear soaked?”

She laughed hysterically. “First, if that’s the criteria, then my underwear is surely as wet as yours by now. Besides, I suggest that you stop trying to imply that I’m slutty for getting you off, otherwise it might not happen again.”

“Ah, but there’s nothing wrong with being slutty, as long as you’re my slut. I intend to make my slut very happy.” Tori hit him, but her eyes twinkled with a genuine smile. He pushed her lightly against the wall and tickled under her arms. She slipped by and ran around the corner while he chased her, both giggling hysterically.

He knew he could catch her but adıyaman escort as he rounded the corner and took a few steps, but stopped when he didn’t see her anyway. As he staggered forward confused, he felt two hands go over his eyes. He heard Tori whisper, “your slut’s apartment is back here.” With that, she pulled him into a doorway. She unlocked the door, and the two lovers raced to the elevator and then into her tiny, studio apartment.

Drew immediately threw her on to her bed, and pulled down the long skirt and tiny panties. He examined the thong underwear to find that it indeed was very wet. He smiled as he tossed the underwear away, and then began teasing the very edges of her slit with his finger. With that he kissed her slightly toned abs, and then her side, then right on her belly button. “Stop,” she ordered and he did, “take your shirt off first.” As he pulled it over his head, he revealed tone abs and surprising large muscles. She moaned approvingly, and started playing with his upper body with her finger nails. After that he became still more aggressive as he started to kiss the inside of her thighs.

As he worked, he glanced over at his objective. Her pussy was wet and glistening. He noticed that the surrounding flesh was smooth and so creamy that he could barely look away. The hair was neatly trimmed and shaved into a little feminine strip above her pubic bone further drawing attention to the irresistible, humid orifice. His cock bulged in his pants, and she noticed, but he ignored it. He grabbed her by each of her appealing hips. Raw desire rushed through their veins. Drew eased his head in between her legs and began licking all around her sex. From there, he began probing the outer portion of her pussy, inserting his tongue. Tori moaned hungrily. Drew turned his attention to her already engorged clitoris. As he licked, Tori twisted and squirmed below him with pleasure. He tightened his grip on her thighs only making her even more turned on with the sensation of being overpowered. He continued his relentless attack on her, moving his tongue over the organ rapidly.

His clit-licking had no predictability, each flick of his tongue was a pleasant surprise to Tori. She thought to herself that she never expected Drew to be so good at this. “Oooh, Drew…oh..god yes,” Tori murmured. Drew flattened out his tongue to lick the entire clit a couple of times and then returned to his surgical stimulation using the tip of his tongue to address her microscopic nerves almost one at a time, rapidly yet precisely. As he continued, he inserted his middle finger into her warm pussy. Imagining his cock in that warm niche, drove him wild with desire.

As Tori felt the pleasure building up inside of her, she pulled Drew down on to the bed and then held her pussy over his face so he could continue. While he went to town on her, she unzipped his khaki pants and eventually managed to pull out his rock hard, very large cock. As she knelt with her wet cooch resting on his mouth, she took him in her mouth. She licked around his cock, and then inserted it almost completely through her mouth and into her throat. She went back and forth between this and holding the tip in her mouth and ravaging it with her tongue. She swirled and pulled it.

Drew, still with his mouth all over her clit began sucking on it now and reinserted his finger. Dragging the fingertip across the warm wet wall of her pussy, he made her shudder with pleasure with a lengthy come-hither motion.

She responded by dragging his cock lightly across her teeth, feeling him moan with approval as the vibrations washed over her own clit. As the lovers continued their passionate display, each felt a wave of pleasure washing over their heart, through their limbs and finally crashing down on their respective genitalia. Tori was compelled to scream out as the climax came. The moment she opened her mouth, orgasm came to Drew as well, spraying his cum on to her face and his crotch. She collapsed onto Drew, and he gave her wet slit one light kiss.

The two would fall asleep spooning.

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Okay, this is my first story, so please be gentle! Constructive criticism will be much appreciated 🙂

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Scott slowly opened his eyes and glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand. 8 a.m. ‘Ugh,’ he thought, ‘why didn’t it go off? I’m gonna be late. Oh well.’

Stretching slowly, the memory suddenly hit him: soft skin brushing against his, warmth enveloping him. He looked at the sleeping figure beside him. He was on his honeymoon.

He chuckled a bit at his lapse of memory and watched her sleep. People had said they were crazy to get married. She was barely 19 and he was 22, and the whole of their tiny town had agreed that they were much too young and that they’d had their entire lives ahead of them to get married. He smiled as he remembered her dark eyes staring up at him when he pulled the small, black velvet box out of his pocket; the way she’d looked walking down the aisle…and the way she’d cried out, her soft lips trembling as she’d experienced her first orgasm ever.

The thought made him instantly hard.

He reached out and slowly tugged the sheet van escort down from her body. She was stretched out on her back and her skin looked unbelievably smooth in the morning light. He reached out and slid a finger down her spine. When he reached her round ass, he rested his hand there and squeezed softly. She stirred a little and let out a soft moan. He grinned and leaned down and kissed her shoulder, moving slowly down her back. By the time he reached her waist, she was wide awake. He wrapped his arm round her and pulled her so her ass was high in the air. She giggled and waved it at him a little. He reached out and smacked it gently before leaning down and licking her shaved pussy.

He’d only been with one other girl. He’d met Mara when he was 17 and she was 14 and they’d been together ever since, but before her, he had a short fling with a college girl and she’d taught him all about eating pussy. He was glad now, as he slid his tongue into Mara’s rapidly moistening cut and wiggled it around, causing her to let out a loud moan. He slid his tongue down yalova escort to her clit and sucked on it for a few moments, flicking it with his tongue. Her breathing got deeper and she gripped the sheets in her hands.

He pulled away and she rolled over on her back to look up at him. He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to him roughly before leaning down and kissing her hard. She moaned into his mouth, her arms wrapping around his neck and her body pressing against him. He leaned down and kissed and sucked her left nipple, squeezing and pinching the right one before switching.

“Scott,” she moaned, “please…I can’t take it anymore.” She grabbed his hips and tugged them close. He moaned and reached down, gripping his pulsing 8 inches and slowly slid the tip in. She whimpered and wrapped her legs around him, urging him to stop being careful.

He let out a guttural sound as her pussy gripped him tightly. He tried to start out slowly, but it her urging was too much, and before long he was pumping in and out of her at a steady rhythm. His mouth covered çorlu escort her nipple and nibbled it softly, causing her to moan and cry out. He kissed her neck and licked her earlobe, and before long, she wrapped her arms around him, clinging to him as hard as she could as her orgasm ripped through her. He slowed a little, trying to hold on as long as possible.

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with lust and pushed at his shoulders. It took him a second, but when he realized what she wanted, he rolled over, holding onto her so she was on top of him.

She put her small hands on his chest to balance herself and slowly started to move her hips. He closed his eyes and moaned, feeling her tight pussy grip him as she moved. He reached up and squeezed her breasts, causing her to throw her head back.

The image she presented him—one of pure sexual bliss and wanton abandon, was too much. She felt him cum deep inside her pussy, gripping her hips so hard she knew she’d have bruises the next day. The feeling of his hot cum filling her brought her to another orgasm and she cried out his name as she came.

His hands on her waist pulled her off of him and he held her close. He kissed her tenderly before murmuring “Thank you,” against her lips. She smiled and snuggled closer. They fell asleep in each other arm’s, dreaming of their lives together.

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Imagine dreaming about a co-worker. It doesn’t seem like that odd of an idea. But because of this co-worker my life has taken on a completely different characteristic. I’m to the point where I don’t even know who I am anymore.

It started a year ago; I had just been hired to the IT Sales department. I was a young kid just out of college, looking for my way in life. My first day on the job I met a woman. She was wearing a pretty bland work-office uniform. Longer skirt, a white button up shirt, and suit jacket. I wouldn’t have normally noticed her, but when I first saw her she was bent over grabbing a paper that had fallen from the office printer. As she bent over, I saw a light blue thong that suggested everything BUT being a regular office lady.

I went home that night, and could think of nothing but this woman. I didn’t even know her name, but in my dreams she came to me. I would be lying in bed, half asleep and I’d hear a knock on the door. She’d push it open, wearing that business suit. Upon coming into my bedroom she would slowly strip; taking off her suit jacket, and then unbuttoning the shirt one button at a time while licking her lips. She would pull up her skirt teasingly to just below her panties, feeling her pussy through her skirt.

Until the buttons were all undone, then she would play with her bra under her shirt. Finally she would completely take off the shirt, stepping closer to my bed, unzip her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Left in just her underwear, she would slowly unfasten her bra, teasing me as she uncovered just a small bit of her areola. Finally, she would drop her bra to the floor and begin playing with her pussy through her panties.

Turning around I could see her cute ass, she would bend over showing me her asshole around her thong, asking to be fucked. Playing with her clit she would watch me through her open legs, her long blond hair hanging under her. She would turn around, place her knee on my bed; call my name as she stuck her hand into her underwear. I could hear her breathing deeply as she played with herself.

Finally, she would cum at the foot of my bed, her light blue thong dripping with her wetness. Then I would wake up and it would be morning. It was very frustrating; as I just wanted to touch her, make her cum with my hands.

One morning, as I walked into work I spotted her in the break room. I ran in determined to find out her name. I walked straight up to her; her back was turned to me as she was getting a cup of coffee from the machine. “Umm,” I called, trying to come up with the words to say to her.

“Hi,” she turned around, smiling at my shyness. As she moved to walk around me, behind her shirt peered an uncovered nipple. I saw through the open space between buttons on her shirt. The perfect pink nipple stared up at me for an instant, asking to be licked. I couldn’t believe what I had seen. As I sat there in contemplation she left the room, when I looked up to make conversation she was long gone.

My dreams continued for weeks, barely changing. Every night would be the same thing, she would inch closer to me, removing piece after piece of clothing. Until she would get to my bed, get off, and then I would wake up. The longer this happened, I began waking up with such a hard on I would have to masturbate in the shower. Eyes closed I imagining her reaching out to my cock on her knees in the shower with me. Pulling it into her warm mouth as she wrapped her tongue around my head. Stroking back and forth she would bring me closer and closer to orgasm. Finally, I would explode cum spurting into her face, into her mouth, and onto her perfectly perky breasts. Then, when I’d open my eyes, I would be alone in the shower with cum on my feet.

Going to work started to cause me physical pain, as I would see her in the hall my penis would leap through my pants at her. I had to relieve myself several times a day on average, just to keep my mind on the work at hand. As I began to make friends at work I would ask them who she was. No one really knew, she was quiet and reserved.

Sitting in a meeting one Thursday, I was surprised as she pulled up the seat across from me. Throughout the whole meeting, my eyes kept flickering to her. Suddenly, I felt someone’s bare feet rubbing up my leg under my pants. They had warm soft feet, in my mind I imagined her unzipping my pants under the table, pulling out my hard cock and sucking it into her mouth. Playing with my balls as she sucked and licked at me.

“Mr. John,” the director called my name. I returned to reality, her foot still massaging my leg, climbing higher and higher.

“Yes sir, sorry,” I said looking up to the Director.

“It was a complement. Keep up the good work,” he smiled at me. The room applauded. Blushing I felt her foot reach my hard penis under the table, my eyes darted straight to her face as she felt my hard cock with her foot. If it was her, she didn’t give any hint. She sat in her chair calmly listening to the meeting. Looking urfa escort across the table I tried to investigate who else could be feeling me, coming up with no one.

As we left the meeting, she followed me out. Walking to the bathroom to deal with my erection I heard her footsteps behind me. I turned to look, and she was gone. “Damn,” I said to myself as I walked into the bathroom stall. I pulled out my huge hard penis and started stroking. Suddenly, the door opened. I stopped instantly, listening.

“What are you doing this weekend?” I heard a woman’s voice in the hallway.

“Well, I’ll be at Club Blue, maybe I’ll see you there…Yeah… ok great.” I was left in silence, my hard on begging to be released. I closed my eyes, imagining.

She pulled the stall door open, coming in behind me. Her hand felt down my chest, my stomach, and my thighs. She reached her hand up my shirt, rubbing my muscled stomach. I could smell her perfume on the air, beautiful. I kept stroking, until her hand pushed mine aside. Her hand covered my cock, stroking me fast and hard. My head fell back, gasping as quietly as I could.

My knees started to twitch as she drew me closer to orgasm. Suddenly she turned me around, taking my hand she plunged it deep into her skirt. I felt her wet hot pussy between my fingers. My thumb found her clit as she pushed my index finger into herself. She humped my hand as she stroked my cock. I was going to cum, quickly, so was she. As I rubbed harder and harder with my thumb I fingered her harder and harder. Finding her G-Spot I put pressure on it knowing she was going to cum soon, I stuck my pinky in her asshole as I fingered her hard. She moaned, filled in all ways.

Her body pressed against mine, feeling her hard nipples through her shirt. My penis exploded in her hand all over her fingers, suddenly her pussy squirted all over. The sound of her cumming and squirting on the floor was enough to make me cum again.

I opened my eyes, alone in the stall, alone in the bathroom. Suddenly, I heard high heels walking in the bathroom! To the door, and out. I shut my pants as quick as I could; running out after whom ever was in the bathroom, finding an empty hall. I finished the week strong, making good numbers. I didn’t see her again until Friday night as we both left the building.

Standing in the elevator together in silence. I couldn’t help but stare at her breasts, wondering if they were uncovered in there again today. I heard a buzzing, as she reached for her cell phone in her purse I watched her beautiful face as she smiled at the message, wishing she could smile at me like that.

As the door opened she walked to it, suddenly her cell phone slipped from her grasp. I jumped down to catch it, making it just in time. I looked down at the screen, “10PM in the Blue Lady room, I’ll be there waiting for you.”

I handed the phone back to her, acting like I hadn’t read the message.

“Thank you so much!” She exclaimed. “I’m such a klutz. You’re new right? I’m Roxxana.”

“Oh, hi,” I stuttered. “I’m John but you can call me Val.”

“Val? Isn’t that a girls name?” She giggled.

“No, it’s my last name. Valentine, I’ve always gone by Val.”

“Oh, ok. Have a good weekend John Valentine,” she walked down the hall and out the front door.

My mouth hanging open in disbelief, I finally knew her name. “Roxxana,” I repeated to myself, smiling.

That night, I fought with myself. Considering whether or not I should try to find Roxxana. I was still unsure about where this ‘Blue Lady Room’ was. I decided to just go to bed early. Maybe she would visit me in my sleep…hopefully. Suddenly, I woke straight up out of a deep sleep; looking at the clock it was 9:30. I couldn’t help it; I rushed to my dresser and threw on the most hip thing I could find. Then ran to my computer to look up the Blue Lady Room, only to find absolutely nothing.

I had almost forgotten about the nightclub conversation I overheard, I looked up the address of Club Blue; if I left right then, I could make it just in time. I ran down to my cheap busted up car. Hoping it would start and get me to Club Blue without any problems. Luckily it started, and I flew.

Pulling into the parking lot at Club Blue I looked down at the clock, 9:58. “Perfect,” I smiled, getting out of the car. I was so nervous, my eyes darting around the crisp night, cold air biting at my face. There was a lit blue door on the building, no sign. But I could hear loud music coming from the building. I walked to the door hesitantly, ready to run to my car and leave quickly.

Opening the door, there were no bouncers, no sign of people at all. As I walked down the dark blue-lit hallway leading away from the door I came to a large party hall. Booming loud music poured out the doorway at me. Just inside were two very well built bouncers. They turned to me as I walked in, nodding at me then allowing me to pass.

I walked to the bar that was just sivas escort to the left of the room. A blue light stretched around the bottom of the bar, lighting up the patrons feet. I asked for the strongest drink they had, hoping I could do away with my nerves. Out of the corner of my eye I saw someone with blond hair, my eyes darted to the person searching every inch of her. Amazing bottom, perfect silhouette, but she was turned away from me so I couldn’t see her face.

I downed the rest of my drink, paying the bartender. I followed this beautiful person, hoping it was Roxxana; she walked through a doorway, just inside was a curtain. I pulled the curtain aside, walking in after her. The hallway was pitch black, I couldn’t hear anything and I couldn’t see anything. I continued to walk straight, hands stretched out in front of me.

My hands found a cold stone wall, listening intently for any sound; I heard talking and soft music from my left. Keeping my hands on the wall I inched toward the sound. I found another doorway. A hand reached out to me from inside, speaking softly.

“Come in, don’t be afraid. You don’t need to see while you’re in here. Are you interested in acting or observing?” The soft woman’s voice whispered in the darkness.

“Umm… I don’t know, I’ve never been here before. What’s going on?” I asked nervously.

“Well then this will be a very special night for you,” she called turning around. “Everyone, we have a first timer.” I heard a lot of shuffling, and suddenly I felt someone’s hand in mine pulling me forward. “Don’t worry, everything will be just fine. Enjoy yourself,” the woman called from the door as I was led deeper into the room.

I was led to a soft couch, where my hand was led to the soft surface.

“You can sit back here,” a woman’s voice called to me. I felt someone pulling at my shoes; I fought it for a minute, and then decided I was sick of being afraid. I let it happen, as I was slowly undressed. I found myself naked in the darkness soon after. A woman pressed me down on the couch, kissing my neck. I loved her warm breath on my collarbone as she licked and nibbled. I felt her breasts against my chest as she lay down against me.

She inched her way down me, finding my penis with her warm hand. She pulled it to her mouth and started kissing it softly. Another woman began kissing me, tongue gently twisting in my mouth. She tasted like strawberry; I loved every minute of it, my hard penis in some stranger’s mouth.

Suddenly, who ever was sucking me off was gone. I felt someone hovering over me, the suddenly sat down in my lap. I moaned softly as my cock slid into someone’s pussy. Feeling the warmth hug me, she began to rock and moan as my huge cock pressed deeper inside her. I reached my hand around, playing with her breasts I found her erect nipple and massaged it gently. My hand was ripped away, pressed to someone else’s pussy, her hard clit pulsing against my palm as I rubbed hard and fast.

The woman sitting on me cried out in pleasure as she reached orgasm, her cum dripped down my hard cock as she pulled me out of her. She bent over slipping my cock in her mouth. Pushing me down on the couch, she pulled her pussy to my mouth lying against me as she sucked.

My tongue tasted her cum, lapping at her clit, following her slit back to her asshole, I licked her so hard, my penis exploded in her face as she rocked back and forth on my mouth. “Oh GOD!” She exclaimed shuttering with pleasure. She squirted in my face as she rocked and jumped on top of me.

She left me, alone in darkness again. Suddenly, there was another woman sucking on my penis, her breasts against my knees as she stroked my shaft. Her tongue licking my cum off my head. A light began to grow in the middle of the room, a spotlight. Very gentle blue light illuminated a woman lying in the middle of a bed.

As I stared in disbelief I saw Roxxana lying completely naked as she had been in my imagination. Her wet pussy glistening in the soft blue light, she was blindfolded and couldn’t see anything. Roxxana’s snatch was waiting to be penetrated. As I stood watching, suddenly I was being led forward towards her. I fought against it; looking back I was being led by a naked woman. She smiled at me, knowingly.

“Thank you,” she smiled as she walked away from me, leaving me at the edge of Roxxana’s bed.

“So you’re new here, huh?” She called to me from the middle of the bed.

“Uh huh,” I said quietly, hoping she wouldn’t recognize my voice.

“Well tonight’s your lucky night,” she felt down to her wet pussy, rubbing her clit with her index finger. Suddenly, her knees bent, she spread her lips “Will you fuck me?”

I was shoved, hard to the bed. Falling on top of her, my penis aimed itself perfectly and slit deeply inside her as she held herself open. “Oh GOD!” She screamed as I buried my cock in her. Her hands reached around me burying her nails in my back. “How are you so fucking tekirdağ escort big?!” She exclaimed, pulling her knees up higher. I fucked her hard for all my life was worth. She screamed, cried, moaned, and came. As I buried my cock in her time and time again I watched her writhe in pleasure under me. Smiling widely, I leaned down and sucked her nipple.

“Oh shit!” She cried as I played with her nipple, my warm tongue lapping at it furiously. My mouth found its way up to her neck, kissing, licking and sucking. Her breath became shallow, pussy tightening around my cock. I quickly gave her a hickey, wanting to mark her, hoping it would still be there next week.

“Turn over,” I demanded. As she did, three women walked up to the bed, one wearing a strap-on. I pulled her ass cheeks down and open, exposing her cute, tight, pink asshole. The woman with the strap-on got down under Roxxana, positioning the double-sided dildo strap-on perfectly so they would both enjoy the ride.

The two other women sat down facing us on the bed; Roxxana’s hands were pulled to their waiting pussies, fists buried inside. Roxxana started to buck as soon as the double-dildo was inside her, I spanked her hard, grabbing her ass and shoving my giant cock deep inside. She screamed loudly as my balls slapped her drenched pussy.

As we all writhed in pleasure, me leading the fuck, another man walked up to us. Taking Roxxana’s mouth, he stuck his penis in her. She deep throated him as he bucked forward, taking her head into his hands and forcing her down on him harder and faster.

While I reamed her asshole, her hands were busy in two women, feeling around fucking them with her fists. Roxxana was screaming in pleasure, cumming and cumming again. Her pussy squirted on the other girl, then the other girl would squirt up and get both Roxxana and I wet. It was perfect, the cum lubricating my fuck as I bore down on her asshole, spanking her till her cheeks turned bright red.

Finally, I pushed my penis deep inside her and spurted again and again. She moaned feeling me cumming inside her. She collapsed onto the bed, pulling the double-dildo out of her, and her hands out of the other two women. One of those women went with the man Roxxana was blowing and the two other women started fucking each other.

For minutes, I laid there with blindfolded, sleeping Roxxana. Licking her nipples, feeling her breasts. Wishing I could have her for myself. Sleep too overcame me. When I woke, the sun coming through the windows lighted the room; Roxxana still blindfolded, deep in sleep, calling my name.

As I gathered my clothes and left wondering if she knew it was I she was fucking. Or if she felt the same way about me as I did about her. The morning was beautiful, sun sprinkling the sky a bright pink.

The rest of the weekend was quiet, just working on work. Monday morning, I walked into the office hoping to find Roxxana, though she never showed up. I asked the boss, worried about her.

“She’s sick, had probably stayed out too late partying over the weekend,” he said to me. Smiling, “You like her, huh?” Entertained by my worry for her.

“I think she’s cute, but we work together so that’s all it will be,” I lied.

“Sure sure,” the boss laughed. “You know that’s how I met my wife.”

The next day, I was sitting in my office when I heard her walking. I looked up just in time to see Roxxana walking through my doorway. “Hey, how was your weekend?” She asked innocently.

“Good, quiet. What did you do?”

“Oh the same, just me alone in my apartment. Amsterdam is nice and all but I wish I could get out of the area some weekend.”

“I was thinking about going home some weekend, my parents have been bugging me to visit,” I said in response.

“Where’s home?” She sat down at the chair opposite mine.

“Minnesota.”

“Minnesota? Where is THAT?” She exclaimed.

“The States.”

“You’re an American?”

“I know, now I have to quit cuz everyone hates Americans,” I joked.

“No no no, I have just never worked with an American, I wouldn’t have guessed,” she stood up to leave.

“So what did you really do this weekend?” I asked prying.

“Nothing, why?”

“The hickey,” I said nervously, unsure if it was visible with what she was wearing.

“Damn, you saw that? That’s why I was gone yesterday, hoping it would go away. My boyfriend can sometimes be a little rough.” She lied quickly.

“I’ll keep your secret,” I defended her.

“Thanks, how did you see it?”

“When you sat down.”

“Oh, ok. Bye Val,” she left my office, the smell of Vanilla in the air following her.

I couldn’t help but think about her cumming all day. My hard cock pushing on my pants as I labored over sales reports all day. But finally, night came around. As I closed up all my work, turned off my computer and walked into the hallway. I saw one office with the light still on. I tiptoed down to it, knowing exactly whose office it was. Listening in I could hear her on the phone.

“Oh Nathan, it was amazing. I have no clue who it was, they were new to the club…yeah…he fucked me life I’ve never been fucked before…yeah…I had to fucking whack off FOUR times today because I can’t get this guy outta my head.”

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Chloe downed the remainder of her Red Stripe in one long pull and slipped away from the eclectic group gathered around the bon fire. The bass thrum of a boom box followed her up the beach, but the soporific sounds of the surf swallowed the reggae beat. The cloying aroma of hash was a bit more tenacious, though, and it carried on the humid sea scented air—a peaceful infusion that blended the edges of her being with the coming night like smudged charcoal under an artist’s thumb.

She didn’t think anyone noticed her departure, and Chloe preferred it that way. Ideally, the osmotic sensuality of a Jamaican sunset should be experienced with a lover, but airline snafus delayed Jack’s arrival. She had other options, of course, and he certainly wouldn’t begrudge her an opportunity to play. Their relationship was beautiful in that way: love without limits, without the grasp and clutch of possessiveness, without smothering fear.

However, it had been several months since they’d been together, and Chloe wanted Jack to enjoy the full force of her appetite. Determined not to mute that hunger, she distanced herself from the temptations—from the resonant vibration of the music and the enticing scent of salty, sun-kissed skin.

She dug her toes into the cool, wet sand as day surrendered to night. Deep orange tendrils spread across the horizon, fading to red and then purples until the line between sea and sky vanished. Tiny waves lapped at Chloe’s ankles, and only by standing still in the crystal clear water could she feel the pull of the tide—sinking her heels ever so slightly. Warmth and a peaceful passion engulfed her, smoothing her desire across her entire body such that it didn’t throb in just her sex, but formed an aura of allure that matched the silvery glow of the crescent moon on the placid surface of the sea.

Glancing over her shoulder, Chloe studied the distant cluster of bodies before unknotting her sarong. She could see them, silhouetted by the fire, but doubted they could see her. She held the soft wrap by its corners—above her head—and allowed the breeze to catch it, laughing at her whimsical impulse before letting go to watch it float softly inland and come to rest trabzon escort on the dry sand. Peeling off her swimsuit, she balled it up and flung it so that it landed alongside the other garment.

With arms wide, Chloe walked into the sea, submersing herself when its warm waters reached her waist. It embraced her, not dousing her fire but instead stoking it through a symphony of sensation. It penetrated her body and her mind, and she floated on waves of want—buoyed by the desire for Jack’s touch. She felt its fingers caressing, probing, drawing forth her own fluids.

When the enveloping touch of the liquid touch began to coalesce into a pulse between her legs, she worked her way toward the shore: prolonging the need until it became integral to her existence—one with her spirit. Whole. Raw. Pure.

Although it wasn’t chilly by anyone’s standards, the air was cooler than the water, and Chloe’s skin reacted to the change in temperature as she emerged from the water. She ran both hands through her hair, wringing as much moisture from it as possible, and then shook her head in an attempt to dry it further.

The act—coupled with the effects of the beer and the pervasive arousal—made her dizzy, and she stood knee-deep in the surf with her eyes closed until the vertigo passed. Upon opening her eyes, she discovered Jack standing on the shore, grinning at her. At first, she thought him a figment of her imagination—an apparition of desire—but then he spoke.

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“How…? I thought….” Although elated, Chloe seemed anchored where she stood, stunned and unable to move toward her lover.

“A seat opened on an earlier flight,” he explained as he took off his sneakers and socks. “I got here an hour ago and have been searching rather frantically for you ever since. I suppose I should’ve looked first for a naked nymph in the surf.” His t-shirt came off in one smooth move and fell atop his shoes. Chloe drank the sight of his bare chest. Shorts and boxers followed, providing an even more enticing visual buffet. A primal growl formed in the back of her throat, and she stepped forward to meet Jack as he entered tunceli escort the water.

He took her face in both his hands and kissed her quite tenderly—not at all what Chloe expected after such a long separation—and she resisted when he first tried to break away. Being bigger and much stronger, he easily broke her grip and held her at arm’s length. For several moments, Jack looked intently into her eyes. She felt their souls reconnecting and understood then why he slowed their collision.

“Yes,” he whispered, again pulling her into his arms. “There you are, my love.”

Chloe felt his cock grow against her tummy, and she ached to take him into her mouth. Her eyes asked—begged, really—and Jack simply nodded. He knew her well and knew exactly what she wanted. Wasting no time, she dropped to her knees. The water lapped at her bare mound, and Chloe swung one leg to the side to plant her foot in the sand—opening herself to the dance of warm, wet tongues across her clit. They fueled her arousal, but weren’t strong enough to be a serious distraction.

She licked the silky head of Jack’s cock and it leapt to meet her lips in that way she so adored—like a sexual divining rod. Slipping it all the way into her mouth, Chloe buried her nose in the bristly thatch of hair at its base and inhaled deeply, murmuring her enjoyment of his taste and his scent.

The palms of her hands traveled up the backs of his legs, from ankles to ass, and her nails scraped the length of them on their round trip. Jack groaned and wove the fingers of both hands through her hair, holding her head as he pushed himself even deeper into her throat. She could take everything he had to give—and take it as roughly as he wanted to give it—but Chloe wanted a different demonstration of his desire.

She savored him for a few moments before drawing back. “Huh uh,” Chloe smiled up at Jack. Taking one of his hands from her hair and directing it to the base of his cock, she continued, “My mouth. Your hand.”

With that simple directive, she returned her hands to his legs and her mouth to its home—not giving him an opportunity to object. Jack stood still, and Chloe uşak escort waited patiently for him to adjust to the rules of this new game. Her tongue continued to play around his head, teasing, but she didn’t move in earnest until he stroked himself—feeding her his cock.

“Mmm,” Chloe purred in sincere appreciation. “Yes!” Something as simple as a willingness to step outside one’s own comfort zone could be an incredible turn on, and she made sure Jack knew just how erotic she found it. Although it was too dark for him to see the ecstasy in her expression, he could certainly hear it in the melodic sounds she made each time his hand bumped her lips.

Anyone eavesdropping would believe Chloe enjoyed the most succulent dessert and, by her own estimation, she did exactly that. With only the head of Jack’s cock in her mouth, she had plenty of room to maneuver her tongue—and she kept it in constant motion. She sucked in conjunction with each of his down strokes, milking tiny droplets of salty sweetness from his body. Appetizers, she’d called them very early in their relationship, and he had laughed.

Her hands cupped Jack’s ass, feeling the muscles repeatedly tense and relax as the hand gripping his cock varied in speed. If he stopped, she stopped. If he slowed, she slowed. Chloe followed his lead, knowing he’d soon lose the ability to delay his orgasm. She was in no hurry to reach the end of this particular journey and, by letting Jack set their pace, she leveraged her own greed.

Their movements stirred the waters around them, making more of a disturbance than the gentle tides. Chloe’s nipples brushed against Jack’s thighs, sending pulses of pleasure to her clit. The guttural sounds coming from his throat told her that he’d passed that point of no return, and she moved one of her hands from his ass to her clit—hoping to join him when he came and knowing it wouldn’t take much of an effort to push herself over the edge.

“Babe, that’s so… so sexy,” Jack growled. “Touch yourself for me. Touch yourself while I… I…” His words were lost to the night as his come pulsed into her throat. Chloe pinched her clit—hard—and shuddered as her own orgasm blossomed. Together they sang a syncopated song of gasps and exclamations and endearments.

Jack pulled Chloe to her feet. Her knee—the one on which she’d been balancing—buckled in protest and he steadied her. Again looking intently into her eyes, he smiled.

“There you are, my love.”

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I slept till noon on Monday and fully expected I would again be reminded that my report to Daddy about my appointment with Ken Sacks was late. To my surprise he hadn’t emailed me so I composed a new email to him completing my report and ending the email with an apology for the tartness of my report. I checked my email again Monday evening and found nothing from Daddy, which came as somewhat of a surprise since I was counting on hearing from him about his visit to Kim’s nail salon. I was cleaning up the kitchen when I noticed the letter from Laura; I’d forgotten to call her today and placed the letter next to my coffee maker as a reminder to get in touch Tuesday. I showered and turned in early Monday night.

Tuesday dawned bright and crystal clear a mid-autumn chill in the air. Unlike Sunday when I dressed in a tank top and shorts today I slipped on a pair of sweat pants and a baggy old sweat shirt. I didn’t have my coffee on the patio knowing that my neighbor Chuck would most likely be stalking about looking to have his fat cock sucked to start his day. Carrying my laptop to the kitchen I sat down with my coffee and opened my email server.

My inbox contained three new messages from Daddy. I opened the oldest and read the contents. “Angel, thank you for the report on your Sunday appointment I’ve heard from the client who wanted me to express his utmost gratitude to you for portraying his spouse at the picnic. You made quite an impression on the client as he’s already booked another appointment for this coming weekend. More details to follow later in the week. Daddy”

This email brought a smile to my lips; I’d expected Ken to request another appointment but not this soon. I would anxiously wait the full details from Daddy.

His second email was sent a few minutes after the first. It read, “Angel I’ve taken the time to do a drive by of Kim’s place of business. While I would prefer a one on one meeting to assess her qualifications to join our team, my initial impression from her appearance is that she could be a perfect fit for EE. Would it be possible for you to arrange a private meeting between Kim and me? I would rather not meet in such a public setting as her salon. I’m available Wednesday evening if that works for you and Kim. Thanks, Daddy.”

I didn’t reply since I wanted to check with Kim to make sure she wasn’t having second thoughts. I was certain that a private meeting at my home would be perfect. If Daddy wanted to assess her qualifications alone I could introduce them and then excuse myself and retreat to my bed room while he conducted the quote unquote interview.

Opening the third email I began reading. “Angel, I’ve received a request from a gentleman who is asking for a special person to meet with his twenty year old son Thursday evening. You instantly came to mind as he wants someone who can train his son how a classy lady should be treated. I understand completely if you decline this appointment but once again I believe you’re special talents are exactly what are called for in this circumstance. Please let me know if you are willing to handle this special request from a long time client. Thanks Daddy.”

I left this email open on my laptop and sat back in my chair. Daddy was offering me an appointment with a twenty year old, for lack of a better term, boy. I’m old enough to be his mother I thought and without any more details I had to assume this young man has some issues with treatment of women he encounters. I would certainly qualify as a MILF to him. I chuckled to myself thinking that Daddy felt I was best qualitied to be a mother he’d like to fuck. At twenty I was sure he is used to girls who dress in jeans and tee shirts and since Daddy had mentioned the term classy lady I already started thinking about how I’d dress for the appointment. A tight pencil skirt split seductively along one thigh, seamed silk stockings held in place with a black lace garter belt with a matching lace bra and thong; a white silk blouse and black jacket all accentuated by the highest pair of stilettos I own.

Before I clicked on reply I made a quick call to Kim.

As usual Kim answered with a cheerful, “Hello Kim’s Salon.”

“Kim its Angel.” I replied.

“Hey Angel what’s up?” Kim said.

I wanted to question her interest in joining the EE team so I asked. “Are you still interested in what we talked about the other day?”

Kim instantly replied. “I sure am, in fact I was wondering when I’d have a chance to meet with him.”

“I heard back from Daddy today; he would prefer meeting you in a more private setting than you place of business.” I explained.

“Tell me when and where.” Kim answered quickly

“Can you make a meeting Wednesday evening here at my place?” I asked.

Kim paused a moment before asking. “He wants to meet me at your home?”

“Actually he only said a more private setting; I’m going to suggest you and he meet here, that way I can introduce you to each other and there are more than enough rooms here that you two can have privacy.” rize escort I replied.

“Sounds okay to me.” Kim answered.

“Great, can I tell him you’ll be here at eight o’clock?” I suggested.

“Yep.” Kim said.

I gave her my address and told her it would be okay for her to park in the driveway.

“See you tomorrow evening.” I said before disconnecting our call.

Back to my email, I clicked reply to the one I’d left open. I typed. “Daddy; Thank you for your emails I would be happy to handle both appointments you asked me about. I’ve spoken to Kim and she would be able to meet you tomorrow evening at eight o’clock. I’d suggest having that meeting here at my place so that I can introduce you to her then leave you alone to conduct the employment interview in private. If you are agreed I will leave the second garage door open so you can park unseen. Please let me know if this is agreeable to you. Angel.” I clicked on send and left my laptop on just in case Daddy sent a reply later in the day.

I freshened up my coffee and headed back upstairs. I took a quick shower all the while wondering exactly what Ken was planning for this weekend. Regardless of his plans I welcomed the opportunity to spend more time with him. His hard body and even harder cock excited me and if my assumption that weekend meant a couple days I’d have a chance to show Ken more of my sexual skills. I patted my body dry and wrapped a second towel around my wet hair. I slipped on my favorite fluffy white robe and headed downstairs. My laptop was still open on the kitchen table I pressed enter to wake it from sleep mode and then clicked on my email server. I had a new email from Daddy. It read, “Angel thank you for the great idea of having me meet Kim at your place. I’d like to get there about seven so I can fill you in on the details of your appointment Thursday evening and also the appointment for this coming weekend. I’ll need a couple hours alone with Kim to conduct my pre-employment interview. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow night. Daddy.”

I shut down my computer and sat back in the chair. I recalled when without my knowledge Daddy had conducted my pre-employment interview in the front seat of his car. Remembering what it felt like as I slowly lowered my loins over his massive rock hard cock, what it felt like being completely filled with throbbing black cock. I recalled how his cock tasted when I took him in my mouth. I wondered if Kim a much more petite woman, would be able to handle Daddy’s huge thirteen inch cock. She had told me that her specialty was anal sex but I wasn’t sure she’d be able to deal with his huge cock head spearing her tight little sphincter. I’d find out tomorrow night.

I was glad Daddy was planning on giving me the details of my Thursday night appointment with his long time client’s twenty year old son. The fact that he felt I was perfect for the appointment told me that this young man either had some issues with women in general or had some kind of fetish for older women. I certainly fit the image of a MILF, and I was anxious to either train him about treating women the way they deserve or satisfy his fetish for a woman old enough to actually be his mother.

I decided to go shopping for some new and exciting lingerie Wednesday afternoon. I recalled last Sunday when Ken had passed me off as his wife, and thought it would be fun to continue that role with a sexy bridal lingerie set. As I entered my favorite boutique the young sales girl greeted me. “Hello is there something special you’re interested in today.

I replied. “I’m looking for a bridal set.”

She smiled and asked. “Are you getting married?”

“Not exactly.” I answered.

She led me to a section where everything displayed was pure white. “Here’s what we have.” She said sliding her hand along the top of the hangers designed to hold skimpy garments.

I slowly slid the hangers apart surveying each offering and came to one that peaked my interest. Lifting it from the rack I held it up to look more closely at the three piece set. It had a lovely lace bra and matching cheeky panties with the cutest tiny blue bow at the top in front.

“Look at the back.” The sales girl said.

I turned the hanger and found the words “I Do.” spelled with blue rhinestones.

“I love it.” I instantly said.

Along with the very sexy lace bra and panties the sent included a matching garter.

“I’ll take it.” I said with a smile knowing with the right accessories this outfit would send Ken’s mind racing.

“Do you have white silk stockings?” I asked

She smiled and offered. “Actually we have silk with the same lace as the set you’re buying, and to add just a hint of naughty they have black seams.”

“Oh my!” I exclaimed. “Please show them to me.”

As we walked toward the stocking display I noticed a mannequin displaying an incredible wet look outfit. I’d have to check that out after I completed my bridal set.

The stockings were sakarya escort perfect featuring a wide lace top that matched my bra panties and garter. I’ll take two pair of these.” I said.

I’m not sure if this young sales girl was just trying to be helpful or just wanted to make a larger sale but she suggested. “We do have a few veils, if you interested.”

A veil would be just the right thing to set off this virginal bridal set I thought. “Let’s take a look at what you have.”

Their selection wasn’t very extensive but I did find a waist length veil that was trimmed with lace. It didn’t match the lace of the other pieces but I was fairly certain that Ken wouldn’t notice. It was the perfect length to cover everything except the lacy tops of my stockings. I thought the price was a little high but knew I’d recover the cost when Ken gave me my tip for the weekend.

“Do you need shoes?” She asked.

“Actually I have a pair of white stilettoes that will do just fine.” I replied.

She smiled and said. “You’re good to go then. I hope your bridal gown is a pretty as all these undergarments.

I just smiled and said. “It is.” Not wanting her to know that a gown wasn’t necessary for my purposes.

She started toward the counter assuming we were finished.

“I’d like to take a look at that red wet look number you’ve got displayed on that mannequin over there.” I said.

“Oh my, that is one sexy number.” She replied as she placed my purchases on the counter.

When I first noticed the outfit I could only see from the waist up, but now that I could see the entire mannequin I wanted it even more. It included a full nylon body suit, long sleeves and legs that covered your feet. What set it off was the outer garment in bright fire engine red wet look latex. The latex had a tight turtle neck top that fastened together at the back with Velcro. In the front it narrowed across the upper chest and had about a two inch wide strip that ran between your tits, below the chest it widened and fit snuggly around the lower back and under the crotch where another Velcro attachment held it together. I imagined how I would look in this very sexy outfit. Obviously my tits would be exposed although covered with the dark nylon body suit. My long shapely legs would be accentuated by the high cut of the latex at the hips. Unfortunately the nylon body suit did not have an open crotch which meant that it was most likely a wear once and discard garment. I stood there contemplating how to accessorize this sexy outfit should I decide to buy it.

“So what do you think?” The friendly sales girl asked.

“I think it’s fabulous.” I replied.

She smiled and said. “You do know we’re having a buy one and get a second outfit for fifty percent off sale this week?”

I turned to her and said. “Really I didn’t know that. I’ll take it, but I still need to pick out accessories.

“What did you have in mind?” She asked.

“I’m going to want a pair of matching nylon gloves, and a pair of shoes.” I answered.

Again she smiled and said. “Wait right here.”

As she scurried off I turned and admired my half off outfit. I touched the nylon along one of the mannequin’s arms. It had a very sexy feel to it and I couldn’t wait to wear it for Ken. I ran one finger under the latex teddy where it narrowed at the chest. The mannequin had smaller tits than me and I wondered if this material might curl over when it dipped into my cleavage.

She returned with a lovely pair of nylon gloves, wrist length with a slightly darker band at the top and the pièce de résistance a pair of red ankle high boots that featured small gold pad locks at the side. I held them up to closely examine the quality. The heels were at least six inches high and walking any distance in them would be a challenge but I figured I’d only have to walk across a room so I wasn’t worried about the height. “These are perfect.” I said, than added. “I hope you have my size.”

“We have every size; they’re not a real big seller.” She replied.

I looked at the boots again the pad locks gave me an idea. “I don’t suppose you have a red leather choker collar?” I asked.

“We do and it has a large gold ring at the front.” She answered.

“Great add that to my sale.” I said.

As she bagged my purchases I thought I’d have to stop at a pet store and buy a red leash.

“Ok your total is two hundred thirty five dollars and sixty seven cents.” She said.

I pulled three crisp hundred dollar bills from my wallet and handed them to her.

After handing me the change she smiled and sheepishly said. “Your groom is in for a real treat.”

“He sure is. Thanks for all your help.” I said as I picked up my shopping bags and turned to leave.

There is a pet store between the lingerie shop and the exit from the mall so I stopped there and purchased a short red leather leash. I knew the nylon and latex attire screamed submissiveness and I hoped Ken would at least samsun escort get into making me his sex slave at some point during our time together.

I pulled into my garage at five of six. Closing the garage door behind my Benz and opening the other for Daddy to park inside. I placed my shopping bags at the bottom of the stairway and returned to the kitchen. I should have stopped at the grocery store and picked up some light snacks for my guests but made do with a plate of cubed cheese and crackers and added some fresh vegetables with ranch dressing. Not much but after all they weren’t coming by to eat. There were a couple bottles of beer in the frig and half a bottle of red wine so I had at least one round of drinks covered.

Daddy is almost always prompt a characteristic I appreciate and as expected I heard his car pull into the garage exactly at seven o’clock. I walked over to the door to the garage and opened it just as Daddy stood up from his driver seat, reached around and pressed the door button closing the garage door behind his black Chrysler.

“Angel it’s great to see you.” He said as he walked round the front of my Benz.

I waited until he was close enough than gave him a huge hug as I said. “I always look forward to seeing you Daddy.”

We walked into the kitchen and I offered him a beer. “I’ll hold off on that for now.” He replied.

“Let’s go in the den.” I said as I took his huge hand in mine and led him to my cozy den.

“Will Kim be prompt?” He asked.

One of the most important things Daddy stresses when meeting a client is promptness and I was sure he’d be rating Kim on that initially.

“I’m sure she will be, she’s very anxious to meet you.” I answered.

“Make yourself comfortable.” I said motioning to the big overstuffed chair that Barry always sat in to watch his games.

Daddy sat down and I noticed he used more of the chair then my soon to be ex-husband. I sat down on one end of the couch and crossed my legs.

I was anxious to find out the details of my up-coming appointments and figured I’d prompt Daddy to give me the low down. “So tell me about this young man I’m seeing tomorrow evening.” I said.

Daddy began to explain. “His father has been a client for a very long time unbeknownst to the boy’s mother. He has had several girlfriends all of which dumped him because of his abusive treatment.”

I was somewhat taken back by the idea of meeting a young man who has a history of abusing women.

“His father knows why his previous girlfriends have dumped him and discussed it with him. Apparently he didn’t see it as abusive but through long conversations with is dad he came to the realization that he has no idea how to properly treat a woman.” Daddy went on to explain.

“I see, so I’m going to show him how a woman wants to be treated?” I asked.

Daddy grinned and replied. “Exactly, but I want you to know that I questioned his father at length about the kind of abuse we’re talking about and he assured me that the boy has no history of physical, but rather verbal abuse.”

I was relieved to hear that, but I knew going in that Daddy would never put one of his girls into a situation where there was any possibility of physical harm.

Daddy reached into his breast pocket and pulled out an envelope. “Your tip has been paid in advance.” He said leaning forward and handing me the envelope. I opened it and thumbed through a stack of one hundred dollar bills. “I like that.” I said as I put the envelope on the end table beside me.

“You will be meeting the client in the lobby of the Grand Hilton. His father has reserved a suite for you and his son. He wants to have a short conversation with you before you go up to the suite.” Daddy went on to explain.

I smiled. “I’ll want to impress him since he’s such a good client.” I said.

“How will I know who he is?” I asked.

“You won’t, I’ve sent him a photo of you so he will approach you when you arrive.” Daddy said.

I just smiled at him.

“I guess you’re wondering about this weekend.” Daddy asked.

I continued smiling as I said. “I am; it sounds like Ken Sacks really enjoyed his class reunion picnic last weekend.”

Now it was Daddy who broke into a wide smile. “Trust me Angel he gave you very high marks. You impressed him with your ability to jump into the role play of being his spouse.”

I laughed and remarked. “What he didn’t have anything to say about the time we spent together at his home after the picnic.”

“You shouldn’t have to ask; after all he requested a second appointment in less than a week.” Daddy said.

“And from the sound of it this appointment will be for more than one evening.” I remarked.

“That’s correct; he would like you to meet him at his home later Friday afternoon. From there you will travel with him to his vacation home upstate. I believe you will return sometime Sunday night.” Daddy explained.

I instantly became even more excited for the weekend.

“He has requested two things. First he wants you bring a swim suit and second he’d like you to pack a classy cocktail dress.”

“I wouldn’t schedule the appointment until he told me where he was taking you, but he’s asked that I not tell you as he’d like it to a surprise.” Daddy explained.

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Up until I was 18 I was a pretty shy kid. Shy not naive that is, I knew about sex and had amassed quite a collection of porn. Even then I was attracted to the more voluptuous girls, not fat girls but I was always turned on by women with large breasts and if they were a bit curvy elsewhere even better.

I couldn’t really get turned on by the super skinny look. I think sub-consciously I knew that if I tried to fuck one of these with my rather big cock that there would be some serious damage done or at the very least I would get terribly frustrated by not having them be able to take me all in.

I was a jerk off king. I would find moments to get to my hidden collection of porn and imagine myself in the arms of these hot babes and it wouldn’t be long before I had my cock in my two hands stroking it furiously. I knew that my cock was big or dare I say even massive but it was only after I got my hands on some decent hardcore porn where these so called studs were fucking these porn queens that it finally dawned upon me that I was quite unique. This had two effects firstly it made me feel special and secondly it made me feel like a freak as these guys didn’t even come close to me in size or the amount of cum they could plaster the girls with. When I finally let myself go I came like a fire hose. Shit the stuff went everywhere.

So here I was a teenage guy beating myself to death on a frequent basis which I must admit was OK, fuck the feeling I had as my cock throbbed looking at pictures and videos of big titted girls getting seriously shafted by these guys was great but I knew that the real thing would be that much better. I knew that the dialogue in the videos was scripted and very fake, I mean seriously would a girl who was getting fucked by a 7 inch cock really be screaming “Oh your so big, OH fuck your splitting me in two you big stud, I can’t take any more… Give me a break!!”

This situation continued on for a while until something dramatic happened which put in motion a series of events that would ultimately see me putting this big cock to far better use.

A new girl called Kristy Cable and her family moved in next door and Kristy started at my uni. Kristy was a babe, blond, fit and tanned but as gorgeous as she was it was her mother who really attracted my attention. Mrs Cable was an out and out stunner. Like Kristy she was blond and very attractive but that wasn’t what caught my attention it was her immaculate set of tits. They were big but not obscenely out of proportion. I had not had a lot of experience in working out Bra sizes but I just knew that she would be on the right side of 40inches. She would walk around in cut off shorts and these little tops showing a lot of cleavage.

The first night that I saw her I damn near almost jerked my cock right off. I started to fantasise about the day we would get it on. I imagined her lying there asking me how big my massive cock was as she played with her huge tits. Damn I thought that I had better have a good answer for her so I pulled out a tape measure and after stroking my cock thinking of Beth I measured my now rampant throbbing cock. 13 inches, 13 fucking rock hard inches surely that would impress her I thought as I finished myself off for my second orgasm of the night.

After a few days I had been able to introduce myself to Kristy and that weekend she invited me over to her place on the weekend. This was great not only was I getting on well with Kristy but hopefully I would get to meet Beth. I had only seen her husband fleetingly as he left for work early and returned late. Obviously he was a workaholic where as the only thing I was addicted to was sex.

When I got to Kristy’s house I found Kristy in her swimsuit ready to jump in the pool. We went out the back and there she was, Mrs Cable in a bikini. Fuck I damn well nearly came in my shorts. Kristy introduced us and we made some small talk. I noticed that Mrs Cable was drinking champagne and was very relaxed about things. I called her Mrs Cable but she insisted that I call her Beth. We made a bit of small talk about how things were going at school etc.

Eventually Kristy returned and jumped in the pool. I must say that Kristy was already showing signs of taking after her mother in the looks department and had a very impressive set of tits as well, not as big but showing plenty of potential.

I stripped down to my shorts and jumped in. Kristy and I swam and chatted although I noticed that Beth was stealing a few glances our way. Fuck she was hot and when she sat up and started rubbing suntan lotion on mersin escort her abs and around her huge tits I couldn’t help but start to get an erection. Oh shit I thought this is going to be embarrassing. I just tried not think about her and focussed on Kristy but that did little to help as she was a stunner as well.

Just as I was getting really worried Kristy got out and asked if I wanted to join her for a bite to eat. Now the moment of truth was upon me. I knew that the shorts I was wearing would cling to my semi hard cock and show the ladies its full size.

As I got out I trued to hide my immense cock from view but when Kristy turned around with a towel for me it was too late. She stopped shocked at what she saw. I must admit my attempts to hide my huge cock and been rather unsuccessful and its size was clearly visible through my shorts. Kristy just stood there in silence her mouth ajar her eyes focussed on my shorts. As I reached for the towel she dropped it and it was then that Beth noticed her daughter standing there in front of me with the towel on the pool deck.

Beth jumped to her feet and moved to where we were standing. It was like it was happening in slow motion. As Beth arrived at Kristy’s side she saw what had shocked her daughter. Beth likewise just stared at my shorts for what seemed like ages before slowly bending down to pick up my towel. She offered to help wrap it around me and I couldn’t resist as she reached around me and wrapped the towel around my hips. Wow that was awkward but not a word was said.

We went inside for a bite to eat and I noticed the ladies whispering to each other and at one stage I surprised them in the kitchen and Beth was standing there her hands spread apart about a foot suggesting she was guessing just how big I was to Kristy.

The rest of the day went well without any more embarrassing moments but as I left Beth gave me a kiss on the cheek and said that she was glad to meet me and looked forward to seeing more of me in the future. Was I reading too much into this or was she meaning that she was desperate to see my cock.

When I got home I was alone and went to my bedroom which overlooked Kristy’s house. I found that if I stood near the end of my bed and looked carefully I could see their pool and there was Beth back on the sunlounge. I removed my shorts and found my hand drawn to my cock and slowly but surely I started stroking it to its full size. There I was naked standing near the window bracing myself with my left hand as I wanked myself with my right. This was too much for me even though I wanted it to last forever but alas that was impossible. Now normally I jerk off while lying on my bed and when I come I spray it all over myself before jumping in the shower but this time I remained standing and when I could hold back no longer I blew a massive steam of cum all over my desk, chair and bed, fuck the stuff was everywhere as I imagined plastering Beth and her massive tits.

I didn’t see much of either Kristy or Beth that week but boy did I give my cock a severe thrashing each morning and night thinking about them.

Then on the Thursday I bumped into Beth outside as I was coming home from uni. She asked me if I wanted to come over the next day after uni. Of course I accepted her kind offer but as I went inside I remembered that Kristy was away on a camp so I wondered what Beth had in mind.

I couldn’t wait for the next afternoon to come. I was torn between beating myself stupid and not touching my cock so that my huge balls were fully primed in case I got to fuck Mrs Cable. Shit what a dilemma to find myself in. I resisted the huge and kept my hands from my massive shaft hoping all would work out the next day.

When I arrived at 5pm Mrs Cable met me at the door in a sexy red dress which showed off her two best features, her massive firm tits and her long tanned toned legs.

We went inside and Mrs Cable, or should I say Beth as she made me call her offered me a beer which I was glad to take and we started chatting. Beth had obviously had a couple of wines before I arrived as was in a pretty relaxed mood. Me I was beside myself with the idea of getting to finally fucking the ass of Mrs Cable.

I asked where Mr Cable was and Beth replied that he was at work, as usual and wouldn’t be home for some time. It wasn’t long before Mrs Cable started playing with my hair and running her hands over my chest. I had down a lot of swimming and rowing at school and was in pretty good shape physically and she obviously liked what muğla escort she felt.

Finally she got down to business.

“Now Brad I want to talk about what happened last weekend in the pool with Kristy,” said Beth.

Oh shit here we go I thought is she going to lecture me about keeping my hands to myself and not to fuck around with her daughter.

“What Mrs Cable, what do you want to talk about?” I asked sheepishly.

“Your um, well you know your um rather large you know, your big cock,” Beth finally got out.

“Oh that, I was afraid you were going to say that. Can I just say that you don’t have to worry I promise not force myself upon Kristy and I can understand why you would be concerned as it is rather large,” I said.

“What the fuck are you talking about, it’s not about Kristy, its about me boy. I’m desperate to see it when its not constrained by your shorts, can I see it, can I??” Beth pleaded.

“Sure but do you think this is right I mean your my friends mother and twice my age and your ..” but I was cut off mid sentence by Beth who had had enough.

“Enough already of course its OK now let me see what it is your packing in those pants young man,” said Beth.

I stood up and undid my belt and as I went to undo my jeans Beth couldn’t wait any longer and grabbed by jeans and pulled them down around my ankles. I was wearing some CK boxers which are nice and tight giving great definition to my hardening cock.

“Oh my god, its huge, no its massive. What the fuck are you??” asked Beth.

“Well I guess I’m just lucky to be little bit better endowed than Most,” I said proudly.

“That my boy is not a little better endowed let me asure you and I have seen plenty of cocks in my day and that is fucking outrageously big. I can’t wait to see it in its full glory.” said Beth.

My cock stretched around my waist to the side of my hip like a large thick sausage bulging and throbbing in my boxers. Beth was beside herself, she was frantic she was breathing hard touching her breasts as she felt my cock through the material. I could imagine that you would be like this yourself confronted with a guy hung like this.

Beth put her thumbs in my boxers and with some difficulty I must say pulled them over my cock unleashing its hugeness.

“Oh fuck Brad that’s not a cock that’s a mega cock, your hung like a rogue elephant!!” screamed Beth.

“I don’t know about an elephant but fuck it feels big tonight,” I replied.

“How fucking big is it? My husband’s is 7 inches which I thought was big but it pales into insignificance compared to this monster,” demanded Beth.

“Well last time I measured it was 13 inches, how does that sound?” I responded.

“Big! fucking big is how that sounds Brad, can I, may I touch it?” begged Beth.

“Oh go on if you must,” I teased.

The next few minutes was given over to Beth as she licked and sucked every inch of my cock. One minute she was massaging its head the next she was rubbing her nipples over it the next she was wanking it furiously with both hands.

I was in heaven here I was a 18 year old teasing this women who was obsessed by my cock. She wasn’t playing with it she was worshipping it.

I may have been a little inexperienced at this but I knew what a women wants and as she continued to play with my cock I manouvered my mouth into a position where I could suck her big tits and erect nipples. Beth had by now positioned herself so that she was sitting in front of me as I lay back on the sofa. She placed one hand under my balls which were are so huge that theye completely covered her hand and flopped each side of her hand. With the other hand she stroked my cock while telling me that I was amazing and how she would teach me about sex.

Then she suddenly lent forward and took one of lemon sized balls in her mouth and sucked hard. God I had never felt such a feeling in my life. next she slowly rang her tongue up the length of my cock pausing at the head to lick the copious amount of cum which was now oozing from it. Grabbing my cock she shook it from side to side impressed to see that she could rub it against my nipples. This seemed to make her day and mine for that matter.

I reached around and felt her tight ass and slowly caressed it with my hand teasing her by rubbing her pussy before returning my hand to her cheeks. Poor Beth was by now panting hard her big tits with nipples erect was heaving and she was grinding her ass against my hand. Finally I circumed and allowed myself to insert nevşehir escort my fingers into her moist pussy. First two then three and finally four of my fingers found there way inside her warm pussy. This was alomost too much for her as she threw her head back arching her back while thrusting her pelvis onto my hand.

“God that feels good Brad, you may be young but boy you sure know how to please a women,” she said still firmly grasping my rampant monster which was by now glistening in precum. Standing tall like a pillar of flesh, throbbing and pulsating in her tiny hands.

Beth suddely looked at her watch and told me that in a few minutes her husband was going to call and that she wanted me to do something for her. I agreed but wanted to know more.

“Listen, that fucker is never here for me. As you can probably tell I love sex, I adore sex, I need it hard and I need it often and he’s never here for me so tonight when he calls we’re going have some fun so just do as I say and I promise you that it wil be a ight you will never forget,” Beth said.

Just as she finished the phone rang and Beth grabbed me by the cock and led me over to the phone where she sat down positioning me in front of her. She picked up the phone while stroking me with the other hand.

“Hello, Beth here,” she said politely.

“Hi honey how’s things?” said her husband.

“Oh you know another quiet night here nothing much doing,” She lied.

“Hey listen I’m going to be a little later than I thought. Do you think you could get some dinner for me for when I get home?”

Beth then put the phone on speaker and grabbed my cock with both hands.

“Oh babe, I wish I could but I’m catching up with something I had been wanting to do for a while now and I really have my hands full with it so I don’t know if that will be possible,” she said looking at me smiling as she wanked me off with foot long strokes occasionally licking the precum from my cock head.

“Oh that sounds really boring I wish I could be there to brighten it up for you, can I bring something home for you instead?” he asked.

Now Beth turned around and propped herself up on her hands and knees and stuck her tight little ass in the air, I didn’t need any instructions on this I knew exactly what she wanted and slowly slid my huge cock into her dripping pussy.

Beth was biting on a pillow to stop herself from screaming as she took it in. I could tell that I was stretching her like she had never been stretched before. I took it easy and she eased herself back onto me.

“Oh no I’ve just eaten and to be honest I’ve really taken on more than I should have and I’m fuller than I’ve ever been so no honey don’t pick anything up for me,” Beth said barely managing to get the words out.

“OK honey, well have a good night and I see you later,” her husband replied.

Beth now turned around and started making wanking actions with her hands and I new what she wanted. She laid back massaging her big tits and playing with her pussy as I started to stroke my big cock. She suggested that I do it even faster and I responded.

“OK honey I’m just going to take a shower and then go to bed with a good boy I mean a good book.”

That was my que and I blasted a huge shower of cum all over Beth. The first few streams plastered her tits with next few her pretty face. I kept pumping my shaft which continued to erupt all over her. A shower she wanted and a shower she got!

This was now reaching the ridiculous here I was showering Beth with my cum while her husband was on the phone.

Beth hung up as I drained the last cum from my cock. Beth was a mess covered from her hair to her thighs with my cum. Cum dripped from her erect nipples and pooled on her belly.

“That my boy was sensational. You are fucking amazing, not only do you have the biggest, hardest most fuckable cock in the world you know how to please a women.

Even as Beth spoke my cock began to harden again and jerked uncontrollably until soon it was once again fully erect and ready for more action.

“Oh my god Brad look at it! Its still hard, what are you a machine?? Don’t tell me your ready to go again are you?” Beth questioned.

“Oh yeah Mrs Cable that’s the other thing you should know about me I can keep this up for hours. My record is four orgasms in a row so if your keen I suggest we get back to it,” I replied now slowly stroking my huge cock.

“I can see we are going to become great friends Brad,” replied Beth as she got to her feet embracing me and kissing me passionately on the lips.

As she pulled me closer my cock thrust up between her tits and we both looked down to see it pointing at us only inches from our faces. Beth laughed out loud and said that it felt like we were being watched.

Please feel free to give me any feedback on this story.

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Darleen…

It was 1968, I had just graduated from high school. To be exact, it was July 4th, 1968 and there was a block party taking place and I was dancing with the most exciting and beautiful girl I had ever gone to school with. Her name was Darleen. It was still light out and the band was playing a lot of slow songs at the request of several of the dancers, me being one of them. I was holding Darleen close, she was blowing in my ear. I was 18, she was only 17, besides she had just told me she was leaving the state in the morning. Her father had been transferred. I was crushed. I fell in love with her that night. I think she felt the same as we held each other as we moved to the music.

“I’ll miss you,” I whispered in her ear.

“I’ll miss you too.” Her warm breath made me shiver. I felt her shiver, too.

I think we were both afraid to tell each other we loved them. I was. I was afraid if I said it, she would leave. She was anyway, but I wanted to hold her in my arm for as long as I could.

“Don?” she started.

“Yes?”

“I…I…”

“What?” I asked.

“Never mind,” she said shyly.

I pulled my head back to look into her eyes. She smiled at me. I quickly pressed my lips to hers. She didn’t pull away, she started to kiss me back. We kissed for a long time. At least until one of her girlfriends tapped her on the shoulder.

“We shouldn’t,” she said, swatting at her friend.

“You’re right, at least not here.”

Her head snapped around so her eyes were gazing into mine.

“What does that mean?” she asked.

“It means I shouldn’t have kissed you here. Somewhere else, in private. Who was that who smacked you?”

“She’s just a friend who came with me to look after me.”

“Ah. It’s nice to have friends like that.” I rolled my eyes as I said it. Her friend was behind me so she couldn’t see my face.

“It is,” Darleen said trying not to laugh.

“Let’s go get a soda,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her away from the crowd of dancers. She willingly came with me.

We grabbed a soda out of one of the coolers that dotted the street and went and sat at one of the many picnic tables that also dotted the street. We could both see Darleen’s friends watching us from the edge of the crowd by the band. I laughed.

“What are you laughing at now?” she asked.

“They are watching over you like mother hens as if I would try anything on the first night we realized that we…” I stopped. I had almost said we loved each other.

“You wouldn’t?” she asked, surprised at my comment.

“No. I would like to kiss you some more, maybe feel your breasts,” I admitted, feeling a little embarrassed.

“I would like that too, but not tonight.”

“But you’re leaving tomorrow…never mind. I would never force myself on you.”

I leaned over and to kiss her cheek. She turned her head so our lips were pressed together. I moaned, she sighed. I pulled my lips away and just looked into her eyes.

“I think I’m falling in love with you. Thank you for just dancing with me.”

“Don…I have something to tell you…I love you too. I have since freshman year. I was hoping that you would ask me out, but we didn’t have any classes together and the only place we were at the same place at the same time was homeroom and then I was way up in the back and you were down front.” She stopped drawing in a breath that sounded like a sob.

“I wish I had known,” I said wanting to kiss her, but out of the corner of my eye, I saw her friend heading our way.

Darleen looked up at her friend and shook her head. Her friend backed away, her eyes still on us. Darleen looked back at me and squeezed her eyes shut. A single tear rolled out of the corner of her eye and down her cheek. I took her hand in mine and brought it to my lips. I pressed them gently to the soft skin on the back of her hand. Then I turned her hand over and kissed the palm. As I let her hand go, she grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine hard. I could see her friend with her hands on her hips. I guess if I didn’t start the kiss, it was okay for us to kiss.

We sat there kissing for a long time. I had my arms around Darleen, hers around me. I kept mine where her friend could see them. When we finally broke our kiss, it was getting dark. The sky was still lit, but the street lights had come on and we were in shadow. I took Darleen’s hand in mine and stood up.

“Come on, let’s dance my lady,” I said. Even to my ears, it sounded pretty lame.

Darleen giggled, but stood up and followed me back to the dance area. We danced together the rest of the night. A lot of guys tried to cut in, but Darleen would tell them no when I stepped back to let them in. She would say no, then rush into my arms. The band stopped playing at eleven o’clock. Darleen and I stood there just holding each other.

“Dar, we have to go,” her friend said.

“I know, now go away for a few minutes.”

Her friend retreated until we couldn’t see her. Then Darleen pressed her lips to mine. I kissed her back bitlis escort with all the passion I felt for her. After a few minutes, Darleen broke the kiss and hugged me fiercely.

“I love you, Don. There will always be a place in my heart for you.”

“I love you too, Darleen, so much it’s hard for me to speak anymore.”

“Oh god,” she whispered, then handed me an envelope. “Don’t read this until tomorrow night, please.”

“I promise.”

She pulled my lips to hers one more time. The kiss was short-lived, then she was gone. I stood there like an idiot. I watched as she slowly walked away until I couldn’t see her anymore. Then there was my next door neighbor standing in front of me. She just looked up at me with sad eyes.

“Darleen asked me to come over here and make sure you are okay. Are you okay?” she asked softly.

I looked at her, not really seeing her. “No, I’m not okay. The love of my life just left me. Of course, she probably feels the same way and that’s what’s killing me.”

Jane wrapped her arms around me and pulled my lips to hers. I just let her, but I didn’t kiss her back. She pulled away looking up at me with surprise on her face.

“You’re not okay, are you?”

“No.”

“Really, you fell in love with her?”

“Yes.”

“Come with me,” Jane said leading me to the picnic bench in front of my parent’s house.

We sat down on the same side. Jane moved me until I was facing her. Then she pulled my head down to her shoulder and just hugged me. My arms just hung at my sides. After about ten minutes, I raised my arms and clung to Jane as the sobs and tears starting rolling out of me. We sat there for a long time. When I was cried out, Jane let go of me, grabbed my face and shook my head. Then she kissed me. I finally kissed her back. It was a friendly kiss on my part. Hers had a little passion in it, but not much. We were friends. She lived next door. She had next door looks too. Blonde hair, blue eyes, slim waist, shapely legs and nice boobs. And before tonight if she had kissed me like this, I would have been all over her, but I knew she just wanted to be my friend.

“I’m okay now,” I said pushing her away.

“Good. Now kiss me one last time.”

“Thank you, but…”

“But what?”

“I will miss her so much,” I told her.

“But you hardly knew her,” Jane said.

“I know, I love her and always will.”

“What about me?” she asked smiling at me. I knew she was joking.

“You? You I will lust after for the rest of my life,” I told her with an evil grin.

“I can deal with that. Would you like to come in the house with me? My parents and brother and sister are gone for the weekend. They won’t be back until Tuesday.”

We were both 18, she was the oldest child in her family as was I. I hung my head for a minute thinking. We had both just graduated. Both our birthdays were in January.

“Sure, why not,” I told her.

I knew what she was going to do for me. She got up, took my hand and pulled me after her. As we entered the house, their dog came out of the living room. He was a purebred collie. His name, believe it or not, was Pal. We said hello to each other, then I was following Jane farther into the house. We wound up in her bedroom. I had only been here once before with her brother and then I only stood in the doorway. It was a typical girls room. Pink and lacy.

Once inside the room, Jane sat down on her bed and patted the space next to her. I didn’t know how I felt about what she wanted to do for me, but I knew I would be grateful to her for a long, long time. I sat next to her. She pulled my head to her and kissed me. She was full of passion. I know she didn’t love me, we were just friends. But I knew she had just recently broken up with her boyfriend. Her kiss was passionate. Then I felt her tongue brush my lips. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue into her mouth, searching for her tongue. When I found it, my breath exploded from my lungs and Jane sighed.

I decided to take liberties with her if she was willing to give them to me. I placed a hand on her breast. Her breath exploded from her lungs and I sighed. Our passion for each other soared. Her breasts were perfect, they fit my hand perfectly. I could feel her nipple hardening under my palm. She was very excited about what we were going to do. Jane pulled away from our kiss and looked me in the eye.

“Don,” she said. “I just want to tell you how much I adore you. You have always been kind to me. You have never even tried to make a pass at me. You are the perfect gentleman. But now I want you…not to be a gentleman. I need you to ravage me, to fuck my pussy and my mouth.” She finished.

I was shocked. I didn’t know what to say, except to nod my head and smile at her. We sat there looking into each other’s eyes for quite awhile. Then I gently kissed her lips. She sighed as she kissed me back. Our tongues were in a battle again. I had never let go of her breast, but now I wanted to see them both. I reach down to pull her sweater off, she bolu escort didn’t stop me. She had a skimpy bra on that almost showed her nipples. I was surprised her mom let her wear something like this, but she was old enough to make up her own mind about her underwear.

“Beautiful,” I croaked.

“Thank you,” Jane whisper, reaching around behind her to unhook the bra.

When she shrugged it off, I had my first look at her perfect breasts. They were beautiful. White where her bathing suit had covered then. Her nipples were a smidgen darker than her tan and they were hard as diamonds. Her areoles were all crinkled with her sexual excitement. I could hardly wait to suck on them and gently bite them.

“Help me get my jeans off,” Jane told me.

She had them unbuttoned and unzipped. I stood and grabbed both cuffs and pulled them off her body. She had beautiful legs that I had admired every time she was out sunbathing in her backyard. She had on a sexy little pair of sheer, lacy panties that matched her bra. She looked yummy. I pulled my t-shirt off as she worked on my belt and pants. Back then, I wore tighty-whities. They had a bulge in them now.

“Have I done that to you?” Jane asked.

“Yes. You have done this to me almost every day since you moved in here.”

“Every day? Really?”

“Yes, every day.”

“Good. She leaned forward and kissed my cock through my underwear, then reached for the waistband and pulled them down.

“Impressive,” she said, smiling and nodding her head.

I knew she was just trying to make me feel good. My cock was average, about six and a half inches long. It was a little thicker than most I had seen in the locker room. And don’t ever let a guy lie to you about never looking. We all look. He does, however, hope that we are discrete enough not to raise the ire of the guy we are checking out. Then her mouth was wrapped around my cock. Her left hand cradled my balls, her right was wrapped around my shaft. She ran her tongue around the head of my cock and it felt wonderful. Then she started to bob her head up and down my shaft, taking a little more of my cock each time until she finally had her nose pressed against my pelvic bone.

I was so close to coming, but I didn’t want to just yet. I had so much more to experience with Jane if she was willing to give herself to me. I pushed her back onto her bed. She yipped in surprise. Reaching down I pulled her panties off. She raised her hips to make it easier. I pushed the crotch against my face and felt the moisture there. I moved them to my nose and sniffed deeply. Her eyes opened in surprise.

“Do you do that with all the girl’s panties?” she asks.

I had never done anything like that before. I read about it in a penthouse.

“Of course. I love the scent of a woman,” I said lying through my teeth. “And you smell wonderful.” That wasn’t a lie, she did smell wonderful.

Then I bent down and kissed her furry vulva. She shivered and growled deep in her throat. I stuck out my tongue and gently licked her wet labia. She yipped again. Then I was sucking her petals of flesh into my mouth and attacking them with my tongue. She cried out. No specific words, more like a moan and a groan but loud. Then I was licking her clit.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted. That was the first cuss word I had ever heard her say. I just licked her clit harder. “Oh fuck!” she yelled again. I just kept sucking and licking her clit. until she pushed my head away. It seemed to be getting too sensitive. I move down to her vagina and stuck my tongue as far as I could inside her. “Oh my fucking god!” she shouted. We were lucky her parent were out of town. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!”

I pulled my mouth back from her pussy, with her labia inside. They stretched and stretched, then popped out of my mouth.

“Son of a bitch!” she cried out. Her hips started bucking of their own accord.

I moved up between her legs, stopping to suck on her nipples for a while. She shook and shivered as I did.

“God Don…if only I had known,” she said softly.

I pulled my mouth from her tit, her nipple still held in my mouth with suction, until it popped out. She grunted as it did. I looked up at her.

“If you had only known what?” I asked.

“How good you are at sucking pussy.” She smiled down at me. I nodded and crawled up until I was looking down at her.

“Are you still a virgin?” I asked.

“I don’t know. Jimmy fucked me a couple of time. It never really hurt and there wasn’t any blood.”

“Hmmm, well I guess we’ll find out,” I said, press my cock against her entrance. “Are you at least on birth control?”

“Yes. My mom made sure of that.” I nodded as I pressed into her farther. “Oh, you’re bigger than Jimmy, I can feel you stretching me.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Not yet. It kind of feels good. Keep going,” she ordered.

I pressed into her, then pulled back a little and pressed in a little farther. She moaned as I pressed in and sighed as I pulled out. After about five minutes of taking it slow, burdur escort I was in her all the way.

“Does that hurt?” I asked once more.

“No that feels delicious. Oh god, you stretched me out, a lot. It feels so good.”

“Okay, I’ll take it slow at first,” I whispered in her ear.

“Okay,” she whispered back.

Then I kissed her on the lips, hard. At the same time, I pulled out of her until just the head of my cock was inside her pussy. Then I pushed into her slowly. She moaned as I did.

“Fuck me, Don, fuck me hard until I scream!” she said.

I pulled out slowly, slammed into her as fast and as hard as I could.

“Oh fuck,” she screamed.

I did it again, fast and hard. She screamed. for the next twenty minutes, I slammed my cock into her sweet pussy. She was cussing and swearing up a storm. I found it very sexy to listen to her. I was also watching her tits bounce on her chest. It was also erotic that I couldn’t last much longer. Jane was having orgasm after orgasm, so close together to be one. I’m not saying I was an expert lover, but I was young and healthy and had a hard dick that I could move fast and hard. I could feel my orgasm coming. It almost hurt as my sperm shot out of my dick into Jane’s wonderful pussy. When she felt my cum hit the walls of her pussy, it triggered her orgasm.

“Oh fuck!” she shouted.

I kept pushing into her with each spurt of my cum.

“Oh my fucking god, oh god, I’m coming!” she shouted.

I just pushed into her more. I spurted one more time. Then I just sighed.

“God that was so…beautiful,” I whispered in her ear. I was still on top of her.

“Oh god Don, yes it was, beautiful. Of fuck,” she yelled the last and shook with another orgasm.

I rolled off her and lay next to her staring at the ceiling. Then I turned my head to look at her pretty face. She was still having an orgasm. I smiled, leaned in and kissed her cheek. She turned her head to look at me. She smiled, closed her eyes and came again.

“Holy shit, nobody has ever done this to me. Not Jimmy, not…well you don’t need to know my dating history, right now. But fuck, that was fantastic.”

I smiled at her. Her eyes got big and she jumped up and headed out of the room to the bathroom. I heard the water running and lay back and closed my eyes. Having sex with Jane had been good for me. I still pined for the loss of Darleen, but all the tension about her leaving tomorrow had been drained from my body. Then I felt a warm washcloth touch my cock. I opened my eyes and saw Jane carefully cleaning my cock. It felt good. Then she sucked me into her mouth to see if she had cleaned all the stuff off me. She threw the cloth into the corner and climbed into bed.

“Can you stay the night?” she asked. I was very surprised.

“Sure, if you want me to.”

“I do. And if you’re up to it, I would like you to fuck me all night. Or at least eat my pussy.”

Again I was very surprised by her request.

“Sure.” Then she was kissing me, hard and trying to force her tongue into my mouth, which I let her do.

We spent the rest of the night trying a whole bunch of new things for her and some that were new to me. We had fun and both of us had a lot of pleasure given by the other person. It was an amazing night. When morning finally came, Jane looked at me.

“Are you feeling better?” she asked.

“I am, I really am. I know I have to get on with my life. And I want to thank you for what you have done for me.”

“That’s the way it started. I was just going to let you fuck me, then say goodnight and hope for the best. But you surprised me. You turned me on so much, I just wanted to have you do it over and over again. Can I call on you to please me in the future?”

“If I can call on you to please me.”

“Of course, of course. Oh god, I told myself I wouldn’t…”

“Wouldn’t what?”

“Change the way I feel about you. I was just going to keep you as a friend, but now I want you as a lover, even if I’m going out with someone else.”

“Really? You would cheat on your boyfriend?”

“With you, yes. I would tell him about you and that it’s just sex. If he didn’t like it, I would break up with him until I found one that liked that was cheating on him. There have to be men out there like that. I want to keep you as a lover. Maybe even let my boyfriend fuck me at the same time. I would like to try that.”

“Uh…I don’t know about that. We might want to wait on that one for awhile. Quite awhile.”

“Sure. Are you going home now?”

“Yes, I need to get some sleep. Would you like to go out later?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, I’ll call you when I wake up.”

“Great. I’m going to sleep now.”

She closed her eyes and was out like a light. I got dressed, kissed her on the cheek and left, locking the door behind me. As I walked into my parent’s house, my mom was sitting at the kitchen table sipping a cup of coffee.

“Did you have fun last night?” she asked.

“I did, thank you for asking. Did you have fun?”

“I did. Did you go home with that nice looking girl you were dancing with all night?”

“No, I didn’t. Why do you ask?” I asked.

“Just wondering. You two looked good together and I watched when you were kissing and it looked serious.”

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Downing the last of a beer when seated at a sidewalk table outside a café, Marin Graham’s eyeballs zapped hard left as a woman with great chest bounce walked by. And then he noticed the pushchair and his vision just as quickly straightened to gaze at the fat back of fatso sitting in front of him and eyeing the passing women, the jerk.

Marin sighed. His hair-lady said his hair was thinning. He decided to never go back to her again but he often said that; she was such a hard-talking know-all. Whatever happened to soft women? These days women were half-starving themselves, working men’s hours, competing against men aggressively and then jettisoning anti-contraception just in time to slide in with a couple of kids in tow before turning forty. The other blatant social change that worried him was women seemed to prefer dating younger guys to challenge their pussy.

Well this wasn’t good enough. Some reforms were needed to get women to pull their horns in.

Oh, thinking about pussy, this one was top shelf. Marcia waved as she approached and slid into the seat to conveniently block out much of fatso.

“Coffee, juice of something to get your motor running,” Marin leered.

“Nothing thanks darling. Must rush. Sorry to drop this on you without notice and it will stuff plans for this evening but I have to end it with you. My manager wants to date me.”

“The rotten bastard.”

“You mean bitch darling. My manager is female. Well, that’s the end of the bad news. Chin up, smile and think of the oil price.”

“Oil price? What do you mean?”

Too late, she was already on the sidewalk. Marin yelled, “What about a kiss!”

Fatso turned and of course Marcia was nowhere to be seen. Fatso growled, “Listen you gay jerk, lay one finger on me and I’ll punch you into tomorrow.”

As soon as Fatso turned back to ogle at babes, Marin moved off on to the sidewalk and merged into the crowd. God, what a day! His boss had declared him redundant and earlier his mom told him she was about to remarry, so he’d have to find somewhere else to spend his boring weekends.

Distressed, finding it too much, Marin leaned against the granite of First Country Bank and wept. Then out of nowhere a woman wearing too much lipstick and with her hem just below her hips opened her shoulder bag and offered him five bucks to buy a coffee.

“No thanks ma’am. I’ve just lost my woman.”

“Ooooh, for one-fifty I could spend an hour substituting.”

Marin hurried off saying no thanks, and wished her a successful evening.

Well, nothing else could happen to him, Marin sighed, except he might get hit by a thunderbolt or a pigeon could dislodge a loose brick on to him from ten floors up. No it just wasn’t one of those days to remember.

Marin entered his apartment building hatay escort and saw Mrs Bryant from the penthouse above his premium apartment attempting to remove her key from the Bryant’s mailbox. He and Eva shared the same birthday and both were thirty-five. She wiped away tears and tried again.

God, women want the world and yet they still cry over any little thing.

“Eva, allow me.”

“Oh thank you Marin. I’ve extracted the mail but the key won’t come out.”

It almost fell into Marin’s hand. He passed it to Eva and he saw she was shaking like a leaf.

“Eva, what’s wrong,” He thought perhaps they had a mouse in the kitchen.

“Freddie has gone,” she wailed, throwing her arms around him and sobbing hugely.

Marin thought it was no use asking had he’d gone on vacation to the beach without her; that could set her off again, just when she appeared to be calming.

He looked down into her huge upturned green eyes and gulped.

“Kiss me Marin and if I knew you better I’d ask you for something of much more comfort to me.”

Marin kissed her.

“That was a peck Marin.”

He manfully tried to do a little better without overstepping the line of proprietary because she was another man’s wife, even if he was on vscation without her.

“That was about high school graduation level. Can’t you pretend you are kissing me just after fucking me?”

Marin let her go, shocked, but too late. Eva spun him around and slammed his against the row of mailboxes, pulled his hand on to her breasts and kissed him hugely – a real power kiss, mashing lips against their teeth.

“Ahem,” coughed a guy – or was it the woman?

“Our mailbox,” said the woman holding a key and pointing to the box under Marin’s butt.

“Oh, good evening. It’s just that we two haven’t seen one another for such a long time.”

“Like yesterday?” said the woman. “You two were riding the elevator I entered yesterday morning.”

They heard a pin drop. Actually the woman had dropped her key. As she bent to pick it up Marin acted decisively.

“Come,” Marin said, moving Eva off by pulling her arm almost out of its socket. “We need a drink.”

“This is very gallant of you Marin. Who were those people?”

“Oh, just strangers passing in the night. You know what it’s like living in an apartment building.”

“But we were all standing still.”

“Mere detail,” Marin said as they reached the bar in the premises at street level under their building. “Here, let me help off your coat. Your breasts appear more substantial now you coat is removed.”

“Thank you Marin. Talk yourself up a bit more like that and ply me with a couple of drinks and you may take off my panties when you deliver me to my apartment.”

“And?” ığdır escort Marin asked, automatically dropping into his accustomed role of seducer, now that talking and touching someone had restored his confidence.

“Then you shall fill me, of course.”

“Of course,” Marin said, picking up Eva’s limp right hand and kissing it, holding her coat over his other arm.

She looked at him as if ready to eat him alive. He had no idea she was simply doing the woman thing – looking to snare a substitute to do the dishes and set the mousetrap and clear the mailbox. But over the first drink she told him. Freddie had left her.

“What beach did her go to?” Marin asked picking up pretzels.

“Beach – did he say he was going to a beach?”

“Nope.”

Eva appeared bewildered. Then she snarled, “He’s run off with the woman with the big ass from the deli. I really don’t see what men see in a big ass.”

“Me neither. Perhaps you should consult a buttman?”

“Marin, I don’t think you are getting the point. Freddie and I are not married; that was only a dodge to maintain respectability for me. We’ve only been together for eighteen months and I was tiring of him anyway. But in my mind I was the one who should make the split but I needed to find someone to be with before kicking him out. But it was tragic. All the guys my age are trying to find younger women to wrap around their erections.”

“Oh Eva, darling. It is tragic. I lost my job this morning and an hour ago my latest girlfriend dropped me like a piece of hot toast. We are but waifs in the flow of immoral human unkindness.”

Eva began to cry. He hugged her and she said that was lovely. She unzipped him to make him feel better about himself. When she finished Marin handed her a tiny paper napkin but the vigilant barman handed her a damp cloth to clean out her cupped hand. With distaste the barman accepted back the cloth, holding it between the tips of thumb and forefinger as if dealing with a dead rat.

“You’ve got to do something to relieve my tension,” Eva said, dropping Marin’s hand into her lap. He said right and handed the bartender ten bucks and asked him to call a waitress to take them to a table.

Eva picked at her food, staring at Marin while he wolfed his.

When Marin had put away his steak Eva asked could they go now.

When Marin had scoffed the last of his strawberry jelly and cream he asked could they go but Eva wanted coffee.

Marin watched Eva finish her coffee and he yawned. She looked alarmed, threw a fifty on to the table and said passionately, “Let’s go.” On the way out Marin tossed a fifty to the barman who’d befriended them and the barman winked at him.

In the elevator Eva opened her coat and hung her scarf over the security video ısparta escort camera. She then pulled her panties down to her knees and pulled Marin’s hand to somewhere warm, damp and furry. It was the wrong hand but Marin struggled manfully and had three of his fingers disappear and achieved instant gratification by triggering a small flood.

Eva almost swooned, saying, “Oh Freddie.”

He hissed that it was Marin and Eva corrected herself hastily.

She walked into the penthouse a little awkwardly because her panties were still around her knees but as soon as she entered the hallway she commended Marin to remove them and to bite her butt. He did that, liked the taste and really wanted to sink in his teeth but she squealed and ran off to the bathroom telling him to shut the door and bolt it.

Eva lay spread-eagled on the pillows, sheet pulled up under her chin and shivering like a fearful virgin. Her eyes opened hugely as bare-assed Marin ripped back the sheet and moved on his knees towards her like an executioner, big sword in his hand that was dripping from the tip in approved manner as outlined in ‘Everywoman’s Little Red Book’. As his length disappeared down Eva’s throat and her entire hand disappeared between her legs Marin howled like a wolf as he grasped both her big, swollen breast and squeezed, making her sink her teeth involuntarily into the base of his cock. His howling then included real tears. But no real damage was done and they went at it for four hours, with some rests, producing more ejaculations for Marin that he’d had in the past month with Marcia, Alice and Trudi combined, er, at different times.

And so ended a tumultuously emotional day for Marin Graham. He slipped off to sleep wondering if the street whore really was worth one-fifty for an hour and then thought he’d had to resume gym membership and upgrade his diet if he were to stay on with Eva because she was all-woman with a sexual appetite that most men dream about but never come across. With Eva, the guy was expected to come repeatedly and timed to come with her. But the good news was she owned the penthouse and a beach house. Her mom owned Allied Industries and would be only too pleased to find him a position in top management when told just how well he was pleasing mommy’s little girl.

Marin turned over because his dick had re-energized and was attempting to slip up Eva’s butt. He went to sleep dreaming that he’d found that woman outside the bank and was walking off to her RV parked around the corner. She had accepted his offer of a hundred bucks for fifty minutes and she was not required to orgasm. She hugged him and clutching his erection praised him for being a mighty fine businessman. Marin looked around as her entered the RV and the only person he recognized on the sidewalk was Eva.

Alarmed he sat upright, heart-thumping. Marin shook Marin awake and asked her to marry him. She yawned, said yes of course, as soon as they got the license. Laying on her stomach she dug in the drawer beside the bed and handed her tired substitute a container of lube.

THE END

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