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Riding the bus home from school, Amanda looked out the rain-streaked window. “It’s not raining too hard,” she thought to herself, “maybe Mike won’t cancel out on me.”

Mike was Amanda’s older brother and the person who would be giving her driving lessons. He was volunteered for the position by their parents and although he was soon to be 19 and getting ready to graduate, he didn’t really protest much. Mike and Amanda had learned early to help each other out as their parents had high-pressure jobs, their mother was a lawyer with a well-known firm and their father was a pediatrician. They both worked long hours and rarely came home without briefcases full of files, cases or the latest information to review so they could keep current with their careers. Their busy careers was probably the reason why they had the children so close together – there was only 10 months separating Mike and Amanda’s birthdays.

Both kids had inherited their mother’s dark brown hair and warm brown eyes. Amanda took after the women on their father’s side of the family with rich luscious curves that had the boys drooling after her since the 6th grade, which is when her parents enrolled her in a private all girls’ school. Mike on the other hand was more like their mother’s side of the family. He had the long, lean graceful body of a runner with large hands perfect for catching a football. His talent on the football field had earned him the title as captain of the team and a scholarship to the State University. There were only a few months left before he moved out of the house and into a dorm room on campus.

“I’m gonna miss the big lug,” Amanda thought as she jumped off the bus and ran toward the house, her book bag bouncing against her lower back and bottom as she ran.

The wind pushed the door back as Amanda opened it, causing it to slam into the wall with a loud band. Wincing, Amanda pulled the door shut and inspected the wall for any damage from the doorknob. Sighing with relief that there was none, she wandered toward the living room expecting to find Mike in there. Tossing her book bag on the couch, Amanda headed into the kitchen calling his name.

“That’s strange,” she thought. “His car is parked out front, I wonder where he can be.” Amanda quickly searched the lower rooms before bounding up the stairs to the family’s bedrooms, her pleated short skirt flouncing around her upper thighs so that anyone walking behind her would have had a clear glimpse of her panties. The white cotton making a startling contrast to her lightly tanned, firm legs.

As she reached the landing, she called out “Hey, Mike? Are you up here?” Although she had just turned 18 herself, she had to admit that she was becoming frightened at not being able to find her brother. Her voice was almost timid as she continued to quietly call his name. Slowly she edged down the hall towards Mike’s bedroom door, careful to keep her back against the wall as if to protect herself from someone else in the house.

When Amanda reached the closed door to Mike’s bedroom, she raised her hand to knock and noticed her hand was trembling. “I’m such a sissy! What am I going to do when Mike’s at college and I’m coming home alone everyday?” she thought. Her little pep talk seemed to work, at least her hand didn’t appear to be shaking anymore as she curled it into a fist and knocked on the door. Trying to make her voice sound teasing, Amanda called out, “You so afraid to see me behind the wheel of your car that you are hiding from me, huh?” as she knocked.

“Shit!” Mike groaned when he finally heard his sister’s voice. He glanced down at his hard-on that was rapidly shrinking in his hand. Ever since Lisa dumped him last month because he wouldn’t give her a promise ring before going off to college, Mike had been doing without sexually. He wasn’t ready to settle down with just one girl, thinking they were both too young to be making that step. Still it wasn’t fair that she cut him off like this! Mike had thought that he would be making the most of his few remaining weeks with Lisa but instead she was hanging up whenever he called her. Today, he had finally had enough and settled in his room with the latest erotic magazine only to be interrupted by his kid sister. Damn, he couldn’t wait to get into a dorm where he would have more privacy!

“Just a second,” he called out, knowing it would do no good to try to return to the pictorial he had been looking at. Closing the magazine, Mike sat up on the bed and was reaching for a towel to wipe off the lotion he had smeared liberally on his cock and hand when his door flew open.

Amanda gasped when she caught a glimpse of Mike sitting naked on his bed. She hadn’t ever seen him without at least boxers on and that had been years ago. She stared at his lean body, lightly sprinkled with hair before her gaze traveled down his stomach to the glistening cock between his legs. Of course, having never seen one before, Amanda had no idea it looked that way because balıkesir escort of the lotion Mike had been using.

“Jeeze, Mandy,” Mike yelled as he quickly grabbed the towel and dropped it in his lap. “Get out of here! I didn’t say you could come in!”

Stuttering an apology, Amanda reached into the room to grasp the doorknob and pulled it shut. Amanda stood staring at the door for a few seconds but that was not what she was actually seeing, she was picturing the way her brother looked when the door first opened. She started getting a strange feeling in her stomach and she leaned her forehead against Mike’s door for a minute. She felt hot and shaky, like her legs might not hold her up if she tried to walk away so she just continued to rest against the door.

In his room, Mike quickly wiped the lotion off his hand with the towel but when he tried to wipe it off his dick, he started remembering the way Amanda looked at him. Instead of remaining soft, Mike’s dick was getting harder as he thought about his little sister seeing him naked. “Oh God, not now,” Mike told himself as he pulled the zipper of his pants up over the bulge of his growing cock.

Pulling a shirt over his head, Mike walked rapidly toward his bedroom door, anxious to get this driving lesson over so he could return to his room. When Mike pulled open the door, Amanda stumbled and fell against him because she had still been leaning against his door. Lost in her own world, she had not heard him moving toward to the door and was taken by surprise when it opened so quickly. Instinctively, Mike wrapped his arms around his sister as she fell against his chest and he could feel her body trembling. His hands began rubbing a circular pattern on her back to soothe her and he whispered, “Are you, OK?” into her hair.

“Y-y-yes,” Amanda stuttered as she tried to will away the trembling in her body. Pushing her hands against his stomach, she gently broke free from his embrace and backed up. Trying to smile reassuringly at him, Amanda said, “What about our lesson?”

Mike stared at her for a moment longer, then turned back to his dresser. Picking up his wallet and keys, he smiled back at her. “Let’s go.”

Lightly holding onto the banister, Amanda bounced down the steps with Mike closely behind her. He was fascinated with the way the skirt danced around her legs and had to restrain himself from lifting the hem to be able to see what she was wearing underneath it. “Oh man,” he silently chastised himself, “this is so sick! She’s my sister for crying out loud!” His cock was past the point of listening to his mind however and continued to throb painfully against the zipper of his jeans.

When they reached the door, Mike opened it and saw that it was still raining. Planning on seizing that as an excuse to cancel the lesson, Mike turned to Mandy but the hopeful and excited look on her face caused the words to die in his throat. Resigning himself to his promise and at least another hour or two before he could escape to his room, Mike wrapped his hand around Mandy’s and they raced for his car. Amanda barely had time to pull the door shut behind her before Mike was dragging her down the steps and into the driveway.

Once they were both inside the car, Mike leaned over the ignition to put the key in and joked, “I’m sure you know how to do this much.” He glanced over at Amanda with a teasing smile on his face but felt it freeze when he looked into her face. Although it was not raining hard, her shirt was wet enough from both of her trips into the rain that her bra was visible and raindrops had collected on her eyelashes. She was grinning like a little kid on Christmas morning at the excitement she felt because she was finally going to be able to handle a car on her own. “My God,” Mike thought, “she’s beautiful!” Somehow he had never looked at Amanda as a woman or even as a girl. She had always been Mandy, his cute little sister when she was brought home from the hospital and then the annoying tagalong he was forced to take with him everywhere.

The windows were fogging over because of their wet, warm bodies and Mike reached over to turn on the defroster. As the warm air began circulating through the car, it carried the lightly musky and floral scent of Amanda’s perfume. Mike’s cock began twitching and he bit the inside of his cheek in hopes that the pain would override the pleasure.

“It’s too hot in here, Mike,” Amanda complained as she reached for the heat controls. She switched the heater off and rolled her window down some but the rain kept coming in on her so she was forced to close it again. Instead, Mandy turned on the air conditioner to combat the stuffiness of the car.

Mike had the steering wheel in a death grip rather than in the usual relaxed and easy manner he normally had. Amanda noticed his knuckles were actually white on the wheel and he was driving much faster than normal as he took them out into the country where there bartın escort would be less traffic for her to have to deal with.

With the cool air from the vents blowing around the car, Amanda’s nipples became hard and pressed against the fabric of her bra and shirt. Out of the corner of his eye, Mike watched, as they grew clearly visible even through the layers. He had bitten his cheek hard enough to actually draw blood but even that wasn’t enough to deter his raging hard-on. The cool air combined with the damp clothes raised goose bumps on his flesh but Amanda seemed indifferent to the cold.

Finally, Mike reached a spot where he could pull the car off the side of the road to let Amanda drive. He pulled over but realized how uncomfortable it would be to walk around the car. He silently cursed himself for not having slipped on a pair of boxers under his blue jeans as he turned off the car. Mike unbuckled and raised the armrest that divided the front seat before sliding in the middle spot. “Your turn to drive, sis,” he told her.

The rain was falling lighter now but still coming down. “My clothes just started drying,” Amanda pouted. “I don’t want them to get all wet again.” With that, Amanda lifted herself up and slid across Mike’s lap. The feeling of her firm, round ass pressing against his cock made him groan out loud before she grabbed hold of the steering wheel and plopped into the driver’s seat.

Turning, she pulled the seatbelt over her and reached down to fasten it in place. She was surprised to find Mike still sitting in the middle, his head leaned back and his eyes closed. “Are you OK, Mike? You look like you might be getting sick.”

“Um, no. I’m OK,” Mike managed to say. “I’m just going to stay here so I can take the wheel if you need me to.”

“OK, but you have to buckle up,” Amanda said as she turned over the engine with a grin.

The car was quiet for a few minutes as Amanda adjusted the seat and mirrors to fit her. Turning on her blinker, she glanced over her shoulder before pulling the car back onto the road. Unfortunately, she was a little too eager and the car jerked when she stomped on the gas pedal.

“Careful,” Mike yelled as his head was snapped forward.

“Sorry,” Mandy sheepishly told him with a small smile.

‘She’s not a bad driver,’ Mike thought to himself as she easily brought the car up to speed and held it in her lane. He was pretty impressed at how easily she handled the car for her first time after that first SNAFU.

The road they were traveling was in the country, paved but with little traffic and fairly straight so Mike decided to teach his sister about the cruise control. It might not be something she used often because most of her driving would most likely be back and forth to school but he wanted to make sure she understood it for when she was doing freeway driving. Of course, with the cruise set, she wouldn’t need her legs for driving either.

“Do you see a little switch on your turn signal lever?” Mike asked her.

Amanda glanced down quickly down at the lever before returning her eyes to the road. “Yes.”

“Good. Hold the car at 55 and reach down to switch the button to the ‘on’ position.”

“How can I do that when I’m driving?” Amanda asked him. She might look relaxed and in control but she was terrified to take her hands off the wheel. She was holding them in the proper 10 and 2 positions.

“Slide your right hand over to the noon spot. Then let your left hand slip down the wheel and flip the switch,” Mike instructed her.

Cautiously, Amanda moved her right hand up to the top of the steering wheel. Once she had it in place, she loosened the grip of her left hand and let it slide down the wheel until she reached the lever. Quickly, she glanced at the lever again before pushing the switch over to turn on the cruise control.

“OK,” she said, “Now what?”

Mike’s attention had wandered as he watched Amanda’s trembling fingers slip down the steering wheel to the turn signal lever, almost as if she were caressing it. He wanted to feel her fingers trail over his body just like that.

Clearing his throat, Mike replied, “At the end of the lever is a button you need to push in. Then the cruise is all set and you won’t need to press on the gas pedal anymore. The only time you will need your feet is to work the brakes but you can also slow down the car by flipping the cruise switch back to off.”

Amanda set the cruise and pulled her right leg up away from the pedals. It was strange to think the car could operate without her.

“This is weird. I don’t know what to do with my legs now.”

“The cruise is mostly used during long trips on the expressway. You keep up with traffic but it gives you the chance to stretch out your legs, move them around a little to keep you from getting tired. As long as you are careful, you can even move around in your seat a little to try to get more comfortable,” batman escort Mike explained. “Just don’t jerk on the steering wheel when you are moving around.”

Amanda laughed. “Well, I would stretch out my legs but someone’s big feet are in my way!”

“I’m not moving over. Just put your leg over mine to stretch it,” Mike answered her.

Soon Amanda’s leg was up onto of Mike’s and his hands were resting on her thigh. Her skirt had lifted to the point he could almost see her panties and the thought was driving him wild. Without even realizing it, his hands had begun to knead the muscles in his sister’s thigh. Starting at the knee his fingers lightly probed and massaged her before sliding higher up her leg.

Amanda was very much aware of his hands on her leg though. She could feel her body getting hot just like when she found him naked in his bedroom. The heat seemed to radiate from her stomach out, then pool in her breasts and between her legs. Her breasts felt like they were swelling, getting heavier and she could feel her nipples tightening. She could feel her panties getting wet as her pussy started getting hotter too, just like when she would lay in bed and touch herself until she had to turn over to bite her pillow to keep from crying out.

“Uh, Mike” Amanda stammered. “It’s kinda hard to concentrate on the road when you are doing that.”

“Oh, sorry, Sis,” Mike apologized. “I wasn’t even paying attention to what I was doing.”

Mike’s hands stopped moving up Amanda’s leg and just rested on it. He had to curl his fingers to keep from touching her warm, soft skin. Slowly Amanda pulled her leg out of underneath his hands and returned it under the dashboard where it belonged. Her leg felt cold now though without the heat from his large hands warming it.

“At the bottom of this hill is a stop sign,” Mike warned her. “You should turn the cruise off now so you can stop the car.”

More confident now on how to use the cruise control, Amanda’s hand released the wheel and reached down to turn off the cruise. As they crested the hill, Amanda’s foot slid over to press on the brakes, slowing the car. After coming to a perfect stop, she turned to Mike and said, “Now where? Mom and Dad aren’t going to be home yet and I want to keep driving”

Not too far from where they were was the place Mike would take Lisa to park when they couldn’t use either of their houses. Looking at his sister’s beautiful face, her eyes bright and shiny with excitement, Mike wanted nothing more than to take her there.

“You want to see where Lisa and I used to hang out?” he asked her. “It’s just a turn off into the woods but it’s pretty and quiet.”

“Sure,” Amanda said with a grin. “I always wondered where you two disappeared to. You can show me what’s so interesting back there.”

She had no idea how badly he wanted to show her exactly what he and Lisa found so interesting! “Turn left,” Mike instructed her while his mind raced to come with ideas on how to show her without scaring her.

“Right after this bridge, turn left again,” Mike told her. “It’s nothing but a dirt path but it widens out in a little bit. Just be sure to hold the wheel steady so you don’t scratch up my car.”

Soon, they were in a small clearing with a small creek running in front of the car. Amanda put the car in Park and turned off the engine as she looked around. The trees surrounding the clearing gave a feeling of being cut off from the rest of the world and the sounds of the creek gently playing over the stones made a soothing noise.

“So, what do you do back here anyway?” Amanda asked as she turned to face Mike again.

“Well, sometimes we would walk in the woods. Or skip stones in the creek. Other times we would just sit in the car and talk or make out,” Mike answered her.

“It’s raining today so I don’t want to get out. I guess we are stuck talking then,” Amanda told him as she took off her seatbelt so she could turn in her seat to face him. “What did you two talk about?”

“School, parents, us. Just typical teenage stuff, I guess,” Mike said.

“Why aren’t you two together anymore?” Amanda questioned him.

“It’s stupid, really. Lisa won’t graduate for another year and is afraid that I will find a college girl. She wanted a promise ring from me, to show that we would get married after I finish college. That’s 4 years away! I can’t see myself staying with her or any girl for that long,” Mike explained.

“Oh, that is pretty dumb,” Amanda agreed. She tried to pull her legs up and turn so that her back was against her door but with her short skirt on that was impossible unless she was flashing her panties at her brother. Instead she leaned her back against the door and put her legs across Mike’s lap. Mike dropped his hands down on Amanda’s legs and began massaging the muscles in her calves.

“What else did you guys do?” Amanda questioned him.

“Sometimes we would go sit by the creek and dangle our feet in it so the cool water washed over them,” Mike said. “Then I would massage Lisa’s feet to warm them back up.”

Amanda laughed. “Massage her feet?” she giggled incredulously. “I can’t believe she liked that.”

“She always said it helped her relax, that it felt good,” Mike said defensively.

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Mona Conrad glanced around as she stepped out of her car in the driveway. She had memories of this place, her Aunt and Uncles farm in upstate New York. She remembered coming here as a little girl, running through the huge yard, chasing the animals. It had been almost ten years since the nineteen year old had been here. Between school, activities and her parents’ busy schedules as lawyers in New York City, there just never seemed to be the time.

The scholarship Mona had gotten to Cornell had granted a free ride for tuition and books, but nothing for boarding. The idea of trying to drive form New York City back and forth quickly was ruled out. It was the offer from Uncle Stan that was the godsend. They lived near Enfield, only a little over twenty minutes from the campus, and offered to let her stay with them during the school year.

Now, Mona glanced around again, trying to see if anyone was home. She had tried calling on her cell phone, but there had been no answer. She walked across the yard towards the barn, listening to the sounds of birds and wind, something she rarely heard in the city.

As she approached the barn, she heard a male voice inside cursing at something. Stepping through the open door plunged her from the afternoon sun into the darkness inside. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the light change, but when they did, she couldn’t help the small gasp.

The man was pushing the heavy stall door shut and latching it as she watched. His shirtless chest rippled with muscles that were from hard labor, not fake workouts in some gym. His powerful arms almost bulged as he pushed harder.

“Fucking thing” the man muttered; as he finally shoved it into place.

Mona shuddered, fuck was right she thought, that was one man who could bend her over any damn day. Then, he turned to face her, and she felt like she would pass out.

“Uncle Stan” she choked out.

“Mona?” he asked.

“Yeah…it’s me” was all the young girl could mutter.

She struggled to get her hormones under control as her uncle walked closer. The scent of his sweat filling her nostrils, causing a rush of wetness in her jean shorts. God damn, she thought, this is your uncle for Christs sake.

“Damn girl, you’ve grown up” Stan Conrad exclaimed. He couldn’t help his eyes travel down the young girls frame.

Dressed in tight jean shorts that hugged every curve of her ass, and a tank top that did very little to hide her 36D breasts, Stan could only stare for a moment.

Mona could feel her uncle almost devour her with his eyes. God damn this was getting hotter by the second.

“Uncle Stan” she whispered. “My eyes are up here.”

“Yeah they are” he replied, not shifting his gaze. “But the best parts are down here.”

Mona swallowed hard. She could feel her nipples stiffening under his steady gaze. Jesus, she thought, he doesn’t hide anything does he. OK, I can play that game; she realized.

“If you want to see them that bad” she said softly. “Just ask.”

Stan raised his eyes and stared into his niece’s. “If I ask, would you show them?”

Mona curled her fingers in the edge of her tank top. She looked back steadily.

“Why don’t you ask and find out>” she challenged back.

Her uncle chuckled. “Honey” he told Mona. “You take that top off, and you won’t be leaving this barn for the next hour.”

“What about Aunt Claire?” Mona asked.

“She can suck that pretty little pussy when I am good and done” Stan told her.

Mona shuddered as she saw his eyes. He wasn’t kidding. Something was going on here that she had never seen as a child.

“Now get in the house young lady” her uncle told her. “Before I bend you over and mount you like a filly in heat.”

Mona turned without a word and headed for the farmhouse. Her uncle’s words ringing in her ears. Would he? God, she almost thought he would. The idea of that powerful body, pressed to hers, sent shudders through her.

Aunt Claire hugged and squeezed her when she entered the kitchen, her Uncle right behind her with her two suitcases. He lugged them upstairs to the spare room, and then came back down as Mona sat at the dinner table. As her Aunt talked about having her there for the school year, Mona watched her Uncle as he got a cold glass of water. He still hadn’t put a shirt on, and her eyes were drawn to his strong pecs as his arms moved.

Finally, Stan said he had to get the animals done, and headed out of the kitchen. For the rest of the afternoon Mona settled into her new room. Setting up a study desk, and putting her clothes in the closet.

Later, supper passed without incident, and then darkness crept across the farm. Mona could hear the animals in the barn, and the crickets, sounds that sent a soothing sensation through her. After her drive, she headed for bed early, leaving her Uncle and Aunt watching television in the living room.

Mona slipped into her pajamas and gathered her toiletries, heading down the hall to the only bathroom in the old house. She passed the stairs and could hear Uncle ardahan escort Stan and Aunt Claire talking.

“I tell you Stan” Claire’s voice drifted up the stairs. “That girl all but devoured you sitting at the table this afternoon.”

She heard a soft laugh from her Uncle. “She threatened to show me her tits in the barn.”

“Did she?” Aunt Claire asked. “Did you call her bluff?”

“Nah” Uncle Stan growled back. “It didn’t seem the right time, besides she just got here Claire.”

“To bad” Aunt Claire’s voice filled Mona’s ears. “Bet that girls got a hell of a rack.”

Mona stuffed the small washcloth into her mouth to stifle the gasp. She couldn’t believe the conversation going on down below. What the hell was going on, she wondered.

“From what I saw, she’s got nice firm tits” Uncle Stan muttered. “Damn good thing she didn’t, would have fucked her little cunt right there.”

Mona felt like her knees were going to buckle as she continued to listen. Could this really be her Aunt and Uncle talking like this? Then she stood stunned as her Aunt spoke again.

“You would have liked that, you bull” she heard Aunt Claire say. “You’d love to shove that nine inch fuck stick right up her tight nineteen year old twat, wouldn’t you.”

“You’d love it too, bitch” Uncle Stan retorted. “Suck her cum off my cock like the slut you are.”

Mona shook like a leaf as she turned and almost ran for the bathroom. She paid no heed to the creaking floorboards, as she hurried down the hall. Closing the bathroom door behind her, she leaned against the cool porcelain sink. She could feel her juices drip down her thighs as the words of her Aunt and Uncle continued to echo in her ears.

She tried to get ready for bed, but the effort was useless. She could feel the tight knot in her belly as she remembered the conversation. Finally, after only a few moments, she gave up. Gathering her things, she turned and opened the bathroom door. Standing right in the door was Uncle Stan, his bare chest filling her vision as she froze.

Mona opened her mouth to speak, but her Uncles’ words cut her off.

“You heard, didn’t you? You were listening”. It was a statement more than a question.

Mona tried to tear her eyes away from his powerful biceps. “I…I…” she stuttered.

“Just answer the question” he half growled. “Yes or no, you heard.”

“Yes” Mona gasped.

“Are you wet?” her Uncle stared into her eyes.

“God yes” Mona groaned.

“Go to your room” her Uncle told her.

“But…” Mona tried to reply.

“I said” her Uncle stopped her. “Go to your room.”

Without a word, Mona slipped passed his towering form and started down the hall towards her room. Then, a strong grip wrapped around her am, stopping her with ease.

“Take off the pajamas girl” he told her.

“Yes sir” was all Mona could mutter.

Back in her room, Mona dumped her toiletries onto the dresser, and then quickly stripped off her clothing. Nude, she stretched out on her new bed. Her first night here and already she was following her Uncles’ commands without question.

Her eyes watched the door in the light cast from the hallway. She saw his tall shadow blocking the light as he entered her room. She wasn’t surprised when he made no attempt to close her door. In two long strides he was beside her bed, his weight shifting the mattress down as he sat. Oh my god; Mona realized, he’s NUDE.

Her eyes immediately went to his groin, where her gaze fastened on the thick pole standing tall there. “Fuck” she moaned. His cock was hard as steel, the swollen head angry red. The mat of hair at his groin did little to hide the length as it jutted straight up.

“You like that cock?” Uncle Stan asked her.

“Yessss” Mona hissed back.

“Such a little slut” her Uncle whispered.

Mona’s eyed grew wide at his words. No one had ever called her that, no one.

“No” she gasped back at her Uncles vulgar words.

“Bullshit” he Uncle growled. “Fucking dripping wet, and you want to suck my dick. Admit it.”

Mona couldn’t tear her gaze away as she watched his cock literally throb before her eyes. She knew, no matter what she might think, what she might have been before. Her Uncle was right; she was a slut right now.

“Bastard” she grunted. “I’m a slut” she admitted. “I want your fucking cock.”

Her Uncle rose and swiftly straddled her body, his long shaft lying across her firm tits, the swollen head inches from her face as she lay back. His hands gripped the sides of her head, and with a pull, brought her face up.

“Then suck it bitch.” He grunted down at her.

As the head of his thick cock banged against her lips, Mona opened and took him into her hungry mouth. She had never been handled like this before. Every other boy had been like wimps compared to her Uncle. His weight pinned her body to the mattress, his legs trapping her arms. His strong hands gripped her head as he shoved his hard cock into her throat.

Mona gagged as his artvin escort length hit the back of her throat. She thought about protesting, but then stopped. Her Uncle was taking her, using her; like a man should. She felt a gush of warm fluids between her thighs as her uncle began to fuck her hot mouth.

“Bet that cunt’s so tight” her Uncle grunted down at her, as his hips powered in and out. “Going to fuck that tight little teen pussy of yours”

“Mmmppfff” Mona could only give as a reply. Her throat stretched as his pulsing cock pushed in and out. She relaxed, and found that she could take more of his length into her throat. The taste of him coated her tongue, sending shivers through her body.

Stan stared down at his young niece as he pumped in and out. The sight of her lips stretched around his cock pushing him closer.

“Make you fucking DRINK me” he rasped.

Mona tried to nod her head as her Uncle all but raped her willing mouth. The idea that her Uncle was going to force her to swallow his hot seed drove her own body to the edge.

Her eyes watered as her Uncle continued to pound into her mouth. Then, she could feel him start to lose his rhythm, while his cock began to swell in her tight throat. Please God yes, she thought.

“Fuck yeaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh” Stan bellowed, as his balls spasmed.

Mona almost choked when the first burst of his hot cream pumped straight down her throat and into her belly. She pulled her head back slightly, as a second thick rope filled her mouth. A mix of her spit and his cum was slowly drizzling from the corner of her mouth and down her chin.

Mona’s mind exploded as the hot seed filled her stomach and mouth. A sudden wet gush erupted between her thighs as she orgasmed without even being touched. When he pulled his still spurting cock from her mouth, she felt his hot cum drip onto her quivering tits. Her mouth hung open as she swirled the thick cum still inside with her tongue. Then, she swallowed as she tasted her first hot load of cum.

Mona had given blowjobs before. Mostly it had been to get the guy ready for the final act. This was different, being mauled and manhandled; until hot cream filled her mouth. It was as if she had become her Uncles’ sex toy.

Staring at the ceiling with unseeing eyes, she felt her legs lifted effortlessly. As her thighs were spread wide open, the young girl tried to focus on what was happening, but it was already too late.

“Unnnccc…fuuckkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk” she screamed as her Uncle drove every inch of his hard cock up her still spasming hole.

Mona felt her body flop on the bed as another orgasm swiftly rocketed through her. Just the sheer presence of him inside her pussy was setting her off. It was like she was watching herself being fucked for the first time as she felt her Uncle’s powerful body drive into her small body. Sex had never been like this before, primal and hungry. Mona felt every inch of her Uncles cock stretching her tight walls as he fucked into her.

“Oh Fuck…Oh God yes…” Mona cried. Her small fists clutching at the bed sheets as her Uncle ravaged her tight pussy again and again.

“Don’t be so gentle Stan” a voice came from the doorway. “Use the little cunt.”

Mona turned her head and stared at her Aunt Claire standing in her doorway. The woman had her hand thrust between her thighs, and a wet squelching could be heard as she fucked herself with her own fingers.

“Aaaaagggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhh” Moan screamed, as her Uncle built open more steam. His hips like pistons pounding into her. Her juices leaked out around his shaft as Mona felt him pounding down into her. Every thrust making her firm tits shake with the power.

Her hands shot up and gripped at his strong arms as he held her legs tight to his chest. Her nails began digging into his flesh as he fucked into her without mercy. No longer making love…not even sex…this was fucking her numb mind realized. Her Uncle was taking every inch of her, and with every thrust she felt her body melting into a haze of lust.

Wet slapping filled the small bedroom as Mona felt him drive in. She could feel a river flowing out around his huge cock and run down her ass to soak the sheets under her. Her body convulsing as wave after wave rolled through her. One orgasm rolled into another, and then another as her body was ravaged by the animal above her she knew as her Uncle.

“Cummingggg” she moaned. “Cumminnngggggggggg”

“That’s it you little slut” her Uncle hissed in her face. “Cum all over your Uncles’ cock.” He told her.

It was like her body couldn’t stop cumming. She felt stronger and stronger waves rolling through her belly, even as the burning sensation of his thick cock ravaging her mounted. Mona felt as if her mind were coming apart at the seams as her Uncle used her body for his own pleasure.

“Oh God Uncle Stan” Mona cried out. “Use me, fuck me; just don’t STOP” she screamed.

“Going to fill that tight little cunt of yours you slut” Stan growled down at her. He could bodrum escort feel his balls tightening, and he knew it wouldn’t be long.

“Your slut… a slut…” Mona babbled. “Please God fill meeeeeee” she wailed.

“Is the tight little teen pussy protected?” her Uncle leaned down and whispered at her.

Mona’s eyes flew open wide. “No” she gasped. With a sense of horror she realized her Uncle’s bare cock was pounding into her unprotected body. Then, she felt the veins of his cock drag along her clit, and she knew it didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was his cock inside her.

“I don’t care” she spat back. “Fuck me…fill me with your spunk…please” she begged.

“Good” her Uncle stared into her eyes. “Because I don’t pull out…bitch.” He said.

Then, with a grunt, Mona felt his cock jerk deep in her belly. Her Uncle drove his hips down hard, ramming himself as deep as he could go inside her. His eyes blazed as he felt his hot seed racing the length of his cock, to burst inside his young niece.

Mona opened her mouth to scream, but could only gurgle as two new sensations ripped through her young body at the same time. While she was no virgin, she had even had a guy blow inside her. But this was different; she could actually feel her Uncles seed emptying into her. Blast after blast of his thick cream filling her belly.

At the same time, his thick cock banged up against the spongy surface of her cervix, hidden deep inside her quivering belly. A sensation she had never experienced before. No boy she had ever been with had been this deep before, and her body loved it. It sent a bolt through her entire body as she convulsed, her eyes rolled back as an animal whimper came from her throat.

Mona’s ass rose from the bed as she drove her pelvis against her Uncles’ invading cock, craving that sensation once again. Just as the engorged head came in contact with her cervix, her entire body froze, impaled on him.

“Uncle…Stannnnnnnn” Mona screamed into the room. She felt the tremendous orgasm like a bomb going off in her hot belly, her juices spraying out of her to splash across his washboard abdomen.

Mona quivered and shook as her body erupted, feeling her juices squirt out, like she was helpless to stop it. Oh my God, her fogged brain tried to come to grips with the intensity of her orgasm that could make her squirt for the first time in your young life.

Even as her own juices were spraying Uncle Stan’s chest and belly, she felt her body being filled back up by his hot cream. Rope after rope was pumping deep inside her walls squeezing his cock tight, trying to milk every drop out of him.

Mona collapsed into a quivering heap onto the bed, feeling her Uncles’ thick cock sliding out of her as she fell. She dimly heard the obscene slurping sound as his softening member slid free, and then the ooze of his cum as it ran out her still gaping hole. Lying in a puddle of their mixed cum, spread out on her bed; she felt the mattress shift as her Uncle rose.

“She’s all yours bitch; you’re the woman of the house…clean up the mess.” Mona faintly heard her Uncle say.

Her eyes fluttered open, even as a series of ripples continued to roll across her belly like aftershocks. She watched as her Aunt Clair slid her nightgown off, her heavy breasts coming into view, then the dark thatch of hair between her glistening thighs.

“OH God” Mona moaned softly; watching her Aunt slowly walk towards the bed.

The young girl could only lay limp and exhausted as her aunt slid between her thighs on the bed. She could see a burning hunger in her aunt’s eyes as the older woman spread her thighs further open, exposing her cum soaked pussy to the faint light in the room.

“Aunt Claire?” Mona tried to speak. “OH shittttttttttt” she moaned as her pussy was enveloped by a hot mouth.

As exhausted and abused as she was, Mona felt her body instantly respond as her aunt’s tongue drove between her inflamed lips; her hands shot down and fingers wrapped into her Aunt Claire’s hair.

“Oh fuck yesssssss” Mona cried out. “Eat me” she gasped.

First, the ravaging of her body by her Uncle, and now this, the sensation of a tongue dragging through her swamp like, cum soaked cunt. It was more than her young mind could take.

“Eat my pussy Aunt Claire” she moaned, pushing her hips up to meet the invading tongue. “Eat my slut cunt.”

“Mmmmmmmm” he aunt hummed, sending a vibration through her clit that sent electric shocks through her belly.

Mona could hear as her aunt sucked the dripping sauce from her hole, and then swallow the thick liquid down. God, she was eating her own husbands cum right from his nieces dripping pussy Mona’s mind screamed.

“Oh shit…oh God” Mona panted. “I’m going to fucking cum.”

She didn’t expect a response from the older woman, her face jammed between her quivering thighs, but she got it. Two fingers slammed hard up into her soaked cunt as she felt her clit wrapped in two lips and violently sucked on.

“Aunt Claaaaaiirreeeeeeeeee” Mona screamed as her body violently exploded once again.

Claire watched as her niece shook and vibrated through her orgasm. She could feel the hot juices flowing out to cover her face as she sucked the hard nub between her lips. Oh this was going to be a wonderful year, she thought.

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Michael rolled over in the bed, looking at the bright blue numbers of the clock across the room. 5:30.

If I hurry, I could get in another round he thought, smiling to himself in the dark as he rolled back over toward the woman in the bed beside him. Sure she was older and a little fuller than when she was younger, but as her wedding band glistened in the light of the street lamp outside Michael couldn’t help but be excited all over again. Down below the covers his dick swelled to life again, growing thick and long as he scooted in behind the woman’s ass. His hands slid down her body, past the curves of her waist before coming to a rest on her perfect bottom. Well, perfect to him. In reality, gravity and age had taken a toll here too, but it didn’t matter to Michael. He was as in love now as he was the first day he saw her. As he caressed her ass Tanya let out a quiet purr of delight – little more than a sigh of content.

Was she still sleeping? Michael grew lightheaded as his hands slid past the stretch marks on her hips and into her own secret garden. Parting the bush of the suburban housewife, he slid his fingers inside of her, and found that she was still wet from the earlier romp they had enjoyed last night. Tanya rolled over, spreading her legs slightly as she went, but seemed to remain asleep. A mischievous grin played across Michael’s face in the dark as he lowered his head quietly beneath the covers. Sliding all the way to the foot of the bed, Michael returned up the middle, parting Tanya’s legs as his goatee began to scratch against her inner thighs. She parted her legs even more, and he wasted no time. As he lowered his eyes to his target his nose pushed against her bush, rubbing it upwards toward her stomach. He caught the scent of sex, still heavy in her, as his tongue slid from between his lips and into her pussy.

If she had been asleep before she wasn’t any more. Tanya’s hands snaked down from up above as she aksaray escort spread her legs to their furthest. Her smooth skin slid across his shoulders as she lifted her legs and wrapped her calves around his head to draw him in. Michael couldn’t resist now if he wanted to. His tongue darted in and out, making swirling motions as he alternated between sucking on the folds of her pussy and stabbing at it with his tongue. His nose continued to push her muff around as her hips began to rock back and forth in the dim light of the room. Eager to help his lover Michael slid his arms and hands beneath her, raising her ass higher as she arched her back. She grabbed at his hair, short as it was, and pulled his head even harder against her pussy. As he sucked and poked at it with his face she ground her hips against him until he could barely breathe. Arching her back more and more she whimpered as his attentions began to take their toll. Her thighs glistened with sweat now from the heat of the covers, and letting go of his hair she reached up and threw them off, revealing the two lovers in the dim light.

Free of the confines of their bedding, she pressed her head against the headboard and arched even more, biting her lip now to keep from calling out too loud. In the next room, their 7 year old daughter still slept, and neither wanted to wake her. Michael continued to suck her pussy as he ground his face against it, and his arms slowly raised her up even higher, making it easier to eat the succulent pussy but harder to breathe. Above him, his elbows dug into the bed as his outstretched palms cupped Tanya’s ass, giving her something to rest against as she fought to breathe. Her efforts to keep her tits from falling to the outside by pinning them between her arms finally failed, and the 38D breasts slid to the outside under their own weight. Neither seemed to notice. The large globes of milky white flesh joined her hips amasya escort as they rocked feverously in the act. Pushed to the point of another orgasm, Tanya released Michael’s head and raised her long nails to her nipples, pinching and pulling on them as her chest heaved up and down in ecstasy. Almost breathlessly she called out.

“Fuck me, fuck me with that beautiful hard dick of yours.” she commanded.

Below, Michael stopped for a moment, looking up to regard the slut now in heat at the other end of the bed. “You know the rules. Not until you cum.” he responded, dropping his head. Tanya growled in frustration, pulling on her tits again and moaning as her body began to quiver. Michael slid his hands together, still supporting her, until his fingers tapped along her ass. She arched her back, surprised by the move, but relaxed moments later as Michael once against cupped his hands against her ass. Each time she rocked her body against his face though his fingers drew closer to her ass. Finally, he pulled his elbows out, allowing only his arms to support her. Almost immediately Tanya dropped, not expecting the sudden lack of support, and as one finger slid into her ass Tanya could hold it back no more. Grinding her teeth she moaned through her mouth anyway, her body locked in a frenzied orgasm as her pussy released wave after wave of juices on to Michael’s face. Michael, pulling away with his face covered in her cum, rubbed it on her thighs and belly as he slid up her body.

“Now I can fuck you, you nasty cum craving school teacher.” Tanya loved when he said stuff like that. It made her so horny. Made her feel so dirty. Michael’s dick, despite being almost three of her fingers thick and probably eight inches long, slid effortlessly into her drenched pussy. He rocked back and forth, her legs spread wide to either side. Grasping one of them, he pushed it back toward her, leaning in to suck at her antalya escort lusciously full breasts.

Her nipples were already hard, but they grew even harder under Michael’s attention. The longer he sucked the more painful it got for Tanya, who was busy concentrating her energy on the action down below. She reached up long enough to push her other tit toward his mouth, and Michael greedily switched.

“Fuck my naughty pussy.” she snarled. “Fuck it hard.”

Michael let out a throaty growl as he released his mouth from her swollen nipples, and reached back to grab Tanya’s other leg. His cock slurped from her pussy as he shifted, but once he had her legs in front of him again he pushed them together and tightly toward her chest, her milky white thighs framing her now vulnerable pussy. Almost immediately he stuffed his cock back inside her, this time driving it deeper than ever before. Tanya cried out, but Michael quickly silenced her with a nearby pillow. Her body shaking, Michael pistoned her pussy with his dick, ramming it in harder and faster each stroke.

“That how you like it slut? That how you like it when you get your nasty pussy fucked? You horny slut.”

Michael pressed his weight against her legs, freeing his hands for other things. As his dick rocked in and out, Tanya lay there, wiggling and writhing as she milked his cock. Michael reached up, grabbing at her tits once again. Pulling on her nipples, Tanya let out fresh new moans, and began to pant as her body quivered. Michael, sensing the time was right, didn’t hold back. His cum erupted inside her, squirting deep inside and in every direction. Her greedy body took it all, milking and squeezing, ushering it even deeper inside her body. Michael briefly rested on Tanya’s legs, letting the last of his cum squirt inside her before rolling to the side. The two lay together for a few minutes, each breathing hard from their efforts before. Tanya was the first to speak.

“You have to go now, my husband will be home soon.”

With a wordless nod Michael crawled from the bed and dressed in the dark. A few minutes later he was driving, alone in the early morning dawn as his sister in law made the bed with fresh sheets and awaited her husband’s return.

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Her name was Beth.

She was a mature lady of about 45 years. She stood about 5’6″ with shoulder length chestnut hair, green eyes with a full figure, in just the right places. She was full breasted, with a 30″ waist and 38″ hips, just enough meat on her to enable a man to hold on to that delightful body. She was fashionably dressed in a black cocktail dress with a deep cleavage, both front and back, which showed off her full breasts.

Beth was a divorcee who had 3 children, who had all grown up and left home, either married or moved away. She had come out of the divorce very well financially and could lead her life as she chose.

His name was Mark.

He was a younger man of about 27 years, 6’2″ tall, gray eyes, dark brown hair and a fit, muscular body.

Mark had been overseas for a few years and was now back to take up his life in his home state.

He had booked the table at one of the top restaurants and arranged to meet Beth there. They greeted each other warmly and were shown to a table by a window. The city glowed beneath them, all bright lights and electric beauty. The night air was crisp although the restaurant was pleasantly warm.

Beth ran her fingers across the thick linen tablecloth, then touched the heavy silverware and delicate glasses.

“I love this place,” she said. “I would love to live in this area and dine here all the time.”

“Wait until you try the food. It’s even better than you think.”

Mark had been recommended to this restaurant by one of the Senior Executives of the Company he had previously worked for.

A waiter approached and handed them both the food and wine menus. He left with their drink orders and an order for Champagne to be served later with their meal.

Mark muttered something under his breath.

“What was that?” asked Beth.

“I want a different waiter.”

She glanced after the departing man. There didn’t seem to be anything wrong with him.

“What did he do wrong?”

“He looked down the front of your dress.”

She looked at the cleavage curving out of the deep neckline and laughed.

“You’re the one who wanted me to get all dressed up. So it’s your own fault.”

She didn’t really think the waiter had been inspecting her, but it was rather nice that Mark thought so. She wanted to look special for him. Maybe make him a little jealous.

When the waiter returned with their drinks, they ordered their meal, then sat back and carried on discussing their plans for the future and what they could see in the time they were in this beautiful city.

“I would like to see the Art Gallery and the Marine Museum,” Mark said. “I’ve always loved anything to do with the sea.”

“Me too.”

“Maybe we could do more shopping.” She glanced at him over the top of her glass.

“Maybe.”

“So it wasn’t all terrible?”

Beth shook her head. “Monique was great. I wouldn’t mind going back to her store again. They had some more casual wear that I liked. As much as I love this dress, I can’t wear it all the time.”

“Too bad,” replied Mark. “I think you look beautiful.”

“Thank you, kind sir.”

Their salads and main meals arrived and they carried on eating and drinking. The bottle of Champagne was opened and they toasted their reunion.

Later, Mark pushed back his chair and rose.

“Come on,” he said. “You owe me a dance.”

“I couldn’t.” she tucked adana escort her hands behind her back. “I’ve already told you that I don’t know how.”

“It’s a slow song. All we have to do is sway to the music. I promise I won’t let you mess up, or fall down.”

Beth wasn’t sure if she believed him, but he didn’t look as if he was going to take no for an answer. A couple of people had turned to look at them. Sighing, she got to her feet and let him lead her to the dance floor.

Three other couples were already there. As promised, Mark held her and didn’t try anything fancy. He simply pulled her close and started swaying. His hands held her back firmly so that she didn’t feel like she would do something foolish, and guided her around the floor. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her check against his broad chest.

“This is nice,” she said, absorbing the heat and hard strength of his body.

“Hmmm.”

She raised her head. “What’s wrong?”

“Look around the room.”

There was a bar against the far wall. Several men were there without partners. A few of them caught her eye and smiled.

“What on earth!!” She then realized what was happening.

“They’re looking at me,” she said, half pleased, half stunned. “At my legs.”

“Not to mention other things. I want to rip all their hearts out.”

She glanced up at him. Passion flared in his eyes. Passion and possessiveness.

“That’s the nicest thing you have said to me,” she murmured. “Thank you.”

“I mean it Beth, I wouldn’t mind a little bloodshed right now.

She giggled and then leaned against his shoulder again. He pulled her closer. They touched from shoulder to thigh. Something hard pressed against her hip. She moved her body slowly back and forth, then pressed her lips to his.

“You’re killing me,” he whispered in her ear.

“And here I was trying to turn you on.”

“That too.”

Someone tapped her on the arm. Beth turned and saw an older couple dancing next to them. They were both short – the man about 5’6″ and the woman barely came to his chin. They had gray hair and matching sets of laughter lines around their eyes, as if they had spent a lifetime sharing love and laughter.

“My wife and I were noticing the two of you,” the elderly man said. “We think that you’re a happy couple and obviously, very much in love. We are celebrating 50 years together tonight.”

The woman smiled. “How long have you two been together?”

Beth didn’t know how to reply to that.

“We met many years ago but have just met up again,” said Mark.

“So you are just beginning. I remember that.” She patted Beth’s arm. “Don’t let this one get away, dear. The old saying is true. A good man is hard to find.”

“I know. Thank you.” Beth said quietly.

The older couple waved and then danced to the other side of the floor. Beth felt a whisper of envy. What would it be like to be like them 50 years from now? They had lived a full life, laughing and loving and crying when necessary. They may have never spent a night apart.

“What are you thinking?” asked Mark.

“Just that they are so lucky.”

“I’m lucky too. After all, you’re here.”

He tightened his arms around her.

“When did you get to be such a charmer?”

“I have a lot of secrets.”

She laughed. “I just bet you do. Want to hear one of mine?”

“Sure.”

She ankara escort leaned closer and whispered in his ear, “I wouldn’t mind if we skipped desert and went straight back to the hotel.”

His hands tightened on her back. “I thought you would never ask.”

Mark unlocked the door to their suite and they stepped into the darkness. Before he had a chance to find the light switch, Beth threw herself into his arms, put her arms around his neck and her lips searched for his. Their mouths opened together, their tongues searching, finding points of pleasure.

Mark swept her off her feet and walked towards the bedroom. The curtains were open with only the sheers pulled against the darkness of the night. Light filtered in from the street, allowing him to make out large pieces of furniture in the room. Between kisses and moans of pleasure and hands caressing, they made it to the side of the bed.

Beth broke away momentarily and drew the drapes, so that the room was completely dark. Mark felt along the wall to find the switch for the 2 bedside lamps, which sprang to life.

He took her hand in his and led her to the bed again. Instead of pushing her onto the mattress, he left her standing there. He took her fingers to his mouth and kissed each sensitive pad. She tasted so sweet, just a hint of something forbidden.

Mark desired her. It was pulsing through him with every heartbeat. The pressure built between his thighs until he was ready to explode. He knew though, that he could not rush this. It had to be the most precious moment for both of them. This joining was inevitable – like the cycle of the moon.

He turned her away from him and unzipped her dress. He let it slide over her arms and hips and pool at her feet. She stood there in just her bra, garter belt, stockings and shoes. He pulled her close. When she rested her head against him, he murmured, “You looked so beautiful tonight.”

“Thank you, my love.”

“All those other men wanted you.”

She laughed quietly. “I think all is a slight exaggeration.”

“Almost all then.”

“I may even believe that. I think I have the dress to thank for that.”

“It wasn’t the dress, it was you.”

“If so, why hasn’t someone found me before this?”

“Your attitude. It wasn’t what you wore, but the way you wore it.”

“It was the dress.”

“Really, they all must have known that it was in the stars, that you and I would someday meet again.”

“I can see I am going to have to find a way to convince you of the truth.”

“I may prove a stubborn subject, but don’t be discouraged.”

“I can be as stubborn as you.”

“No one’s that stubborn.”

“Enough talk now.”

He nibbled her neck, then drew her earlobe into his mouth. Her finger tunneled deeper into his hair. Using just the index fingers, he stroked the undersides of her breasts. After pushing down the straps of her bra, she dropped her arm and it fell to her waist. The creamy curves invited him to explore more fully and he covered her pale, plump breasts with his hands, squeezing gently.

“I think it is time you joined me, my love,” whispered Beth. “It is time for me to help you get those constricting clothes off so that I can worship you body.”

He quickly removed all his clothing and just left his boxers on. “What about those?” she queried.

“Later my darling, later.”

As adıyaman escort he turned her towards him, he sank to his knees, raising his hands as he continued to stroke her breasts. As he followed her body down with his lips, he nipped at her belly, her hipbone and the top of her thighs. He moved closed and gently bit the apex of her thighs, causing her to sag slightly and brace her hands on his shoulders. His blood heated as his need grew more insistent.

She arched against him. He bit her again, frustrated that he couldn’t see or taste her most private parts.

When he released her, she sank to the edge of the bed. He drew off her panties and garter belt but left the stockings. She was then nude before him. She gave him a smile that make his heart race and want to take her right then.

Instead, he settled between her thighs and used his fingers to part the delicate folds of skin that concealed her most sensitive place. She was already swollen and so ready. At the very first touch of his lips on her labia, she nearly lifted off the bed. He drew her knees apart, making her more exposed to him. At the same time, cupping her hips and encouraging her to move with his tongue strokes.

She tasted so sweet. He circled the tiny bud, then brushed it with the flat of his tongue. Despite his own raging need, he focused on what would make her writhe under the movements of his tongue on her hot, wet slit.

He concentrated on that part of her body, lashing it with attention, circling the clit and forcing her to the edge of surrender. He continued to flick faster, eventually sending her into paradise, continuing to please her until her gasps became whimpers and she was still at last.

It took them a couple of moments to relish what had just happened and to get their breath back.

Beth then leaned over and took his erect member slowly into her mouth. His erection throbbed so hard that he had to be careful not to cum too soon, he want to enjoy this moment. She slid her tongue up the glans of his shaft, all the while sucking the head into her mouth. He thrust his hips upwards. She held him down gently, and started moving her mouth up and down, designing to drive him mad.

The feeling between his thighs became so intense, he knew it would not be too long before he was ready to erupt.

He lifted her until she was straddling him. She rocked against him, reminding him of the parts of his body which were growing impatient for fulfillment. He arched towards her and cursed loudly. She smiled.

She rode him like a rodeo queen. Head back, breast bouncing, body yielding and pushing him to completion as she slipped up and down his engorged member.

She reached forward and locked her hands with his, their fingers squeezing tight. He could feel her collecting herself again. He held back, want to watch the flush of pleasure rise from her breasts to her face in the final seconds of their joining.

With the first ripple of her climax, he felt himself forced to follow her into eternity. He thrust up and exploded, ripped apart by the pleasure of it, caught up in a moment of supreme intimacy, so perfect, he knew it would never be the same again.

They curled in each other’s arms and fell asleep until late the next morning.

Mark woke to find Beth lying there and watching him with so much love in her eyes.

“How is my wonderful son this morning? ” Beth asked.

“So complete,” replied Mark. “I have waited for so long to feel this way, knowing that you would be the only one to complete my life. I hope that this is the start of a new life together when we can send each other to paradise each night and wake together each day.”

“I love you so much Mother.”

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Thank you all for the comments. This has been a fun one to write and I have plans to take this a ways.

Big thanks goes out to WA001 for editing this story.

Enjoy

Side note: due to all the feedback regarding the name change and the confusion, I have decided to re-submit this story without the name change. My intentions was to make new names for some of the characters (along with others coming soon), especially since some are related and calling that person by their name in public could be an issue, but it came out confusing to all of you, my readers, and I decided to remove the change.

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I woke up the next morning to a familiar feeling. Familiar but extremely awesome as I felt warm wet lips around my cock. As I reached up to wipe the sleepiness from my eyes, I was able to focus and see who it was. Surprisingly, it was my mother, Joslyn, whom I had taken as my slave the night before. However, this woman was not giving me a blowjob or just sucking a dick. She was making love to and worshiping her Master. It still amazed me at how different a blowjob was when it pleased the woman just as it did the man.

Mom moaned around my cock as she took me as deep in her throat, wrapping her tongue around as much of me as she could. When she would come back up, she would lick the head and then run her tongue up and down each and every inch before bobbing up and down a few times.

I moaned involuntarily as this felt that freaking good. Then I noticed movement to Mom’s left as I looked directly at Myra who was smiling like a fool as she was biting her lip. She was most likely waiting her turn or even taking pointers from Mom as Mom clearly was the best at what she was doing currently.

“Good morning Master,” Myra said as she finally spoke up.

“Good morning slaves. You two really know how to wake up a guy,” I responded as I put my hands behind my head enjoying the pleasure my mother’s mouth was giving me.

I then felt her pull back and whispering along with some giggling before I felt something different entirely. It was still warm and wet but was not like a standard blowjob. Then I sat up and saw that both women had their lips locked onto my cock from either side as their tongues played with each other around my hard member. They moved up and down and their dual pleasure felt phenomenal.

As I looked over at the clock and noticed I had about ten minutes left before I had to get up, shower and go get breakfast before I had to leave. “That is enough slaves,” I stated as I sat up.

They both pouted and whimpered wanting to continue, but I had other plans. “As you have not learned my rules just yet, you are not permitted to join in. I will allow you the same courtesy that I did to Myra yesterday. Please take your place next to me and you may cum as much as you like while I fuck my slave,” I said to Mom who looked sad but forced a smile on her face. If she was good in her training, I would be including her in my fun a whole lot more.

“Myra,” I said looking to my sister as I got off the bed, “Lay down on your back and let me get a good look at my pussy.”

“Yes Master,” Myra replied. I then realized that Mom didn’t reply the same way and would need to bring it up to Myra later when we were alone to make sure she understood.

Myra laid down on the bed and slowly opened her legs up letting me get a clear view of her cunt. “Are you wet slave?” I asked, though I should have known the answer already.

“Of course, Master. I almost always am when I’m around you.” she replied with a sinful smirk, “But sucking Master’s cock makes this slave’s cunt soaking wet,” she finished saying as she smacked her tight little cunt.

I crawled up the bed and dove into Myra’s cunt, giving her hole a few good licks so I could get her taste on my lips before I sucked on her clit. “Oh God Master! That feels soooo good!”

“Tastes good too my slave,” I replied before I sucked on her again.

This had the desired effect as she was quickly begging for her orgasm, “Please Master! Can I cum?”

“Yes you may slave. Give me your sweet nectar,” I replied. Her legs clamped shut around my head as her body jerked back and forth as she screamed in orgasm.

My eyes darted over to Mom as she was starting to cum herself. However, I knew I didn’t have much time and needed to get my own before I headed to the shower or I would be stuck here all day and I needed to go to class today.

Once Myra’s legs released my head, I forced her legs opened and crawled up her body, kissing along the way and feeling her muscles tremble with each kiss. It truly was amazing at how even my touch could send shivers up and down her body like this.

By the time I made it all the way up her body, her hips were moving on their own as her body could somehow sense what was coming next, either that or I gave away way too much and she knew she was going to get a good fucking.

My lips met hers and our tongues afyon escort began to dance as I ran my cock through her wet slit. Since I knew she was already soaked down there, I didn’t need to take it as easy and instead thrust hard into her hearing her whimper and then moan.

As my cock pounded into her, feeling how wet, warm and squishy her welcoming hole was, she started moaning much more loudly before she broke the kiss, “Yes Master! Fuck your slave and use me for your pleasure.”

“You belong to me don’t you slave?” I asked as I started to speed up the intensity of my thrusting.

“Mind, body and soul Master. Now and forever,” she replied. The look in her eyes was not one of pleasure, but more one of satisfaction. Somehow, I realized that by being inside of my slave and satisfying my own needs, it brought her great satisfaction and made her feel whole. That is the only way I could think she would feel satisfaction and not pleasure in that moment as I pounded away at her tight cunt.

“We don’t have much time slave. But I expect you to cum with me. Are you close?” I asked her.

She nodded her head, “Yes Master. I was holding it back so you could pleasure yourself and not have to worry about this slave,” she responded.

I kissed her hard, not bothering to push my tongue into her mouth before I pulled back, “God I love you Myra.”

“And I you Master, now and forever.”

I then sat up, grabbed onto her inner thighs and pounded into her in fast, short thrusts. At this speed and intensity, I knew I wouldn’t last long, one way or the other. After about five minutes, I spoke up knowing my orgasm was about to burst, “Cum for me slave. Cum as soon as you feel my seed hit your walls,” I grunted through ragged breaths.

Within ten seconds of me telling her to cum, my cum rushed up from my tightening balls down my shaft and exploded into my sister slave as I moaned and grunted. The second I felt my first shot leave my cock, Myra’s body jerked and flailed on the bed as her own orgasm, which she had been holding back, erupted. Her legs wrapped around me in an instant and squeezed the life out of me as her knuckles turned white from gripping the bed sheets.

She must have had a big one as her orgasm lasted longer than it usually did. Once it subsided, her grip on me loosened and I looked over at Mom who seemed to be enjoying watching her kids have sex even more than I thought she would as she had just orgasmed as well. Her thighs were trembling as she had clamped her legs shut and turned over towards us so that her head was right near Myra’s.

“Mommy-slut. I left a treat inside of your slave sister. Clean her up and don’t let a single drop spill. Once you two have recovered, I want you two to make me breakfast. Two eggs over medium, one whole slice of toast cut diagonally and buttered, four sausage links and a glass of orange juice.”

“Y-yes Master,” she was only able to reply as she started to come to.

“Oh and make sure you make something for yourselves as well. As Myra and I told you last night, I don’t expect to eat alone,” I finished before pulling my dick out of Myra’s pussy and started to head for the bathroom. I watched for a second as Mom was still trying to get her body to work but was amazed when no cum came leaking out of Myra. I knew my morning loads were the biggest, as with most guys, but didn’t know that Myra was coherent enough to hold it in. Maybe it was just instinct her body had learned, though that would have been a feat of human evolution to learn something like that in just a couple days. Either way, I smiled and turned around and headed to take a shower.

I made my shower quicker than usual as I had used up too much time being with Myra and Mom, but I wouldn’t regret any of this as it brought all three of us happiness. When my shower was finished, I dried off quickly and got dressed before heading downstairs.

The smell of a freshly cooked breakfast hit my nostrils as I descended the stairs. As I turned into the kitchen, I was greeted by Myra who was still fully nude, which was to be expected. “Master, please have a seat. Your breakfast will be ready momentarily,” she stated as she pulled out the seat at the head of the eat-in-kitchen table. The table was not as large as our dining room table but had just enough space for the four of us to sit and enjoy breakfast, lunch or light snacks.

As I sat down, my OJ was already waiting for me along with my silverware and napkin. When I was seated and brought up my phone to check my emails and messenger app to see if there was any updates for practice, Myra quickly moved away from the table and returned a few seconds later with a small plate with my toast. About a minute later, Mom came over with my plate of eggs and sausage.

“I hope breakfast is to Master’s liking?” Mom asked as she stood in the nude as well with her head bowed and her left hand on top of her right in front of her as Myra stood to her left and was aydın escort in the same fashion.

I looked at my plate and saw there were four sausage links along with two eggs. I cut into the eggs and tasted them and they were cooked perfectly, “Most excellent slaves. I usually prefer multi-grain bread but this is quite good.”

“Thank you Master,” they both replied in unison.

“We will get some multi-grain bread for you Master when we go shopping today,” Myra stated. “Is there anything else we could get while at the store?” she asked.

I gave Myra a small list of things I would need that I normally got myself. I then handed her the key to my footlocker where I kept my bread and other dried goods as well as other things. “Feel free to bring them down here now since I don’t have to hide them from anyone anymore.”

Mom looked up and directly at me confused, “Yes Mom. I have been buying my own food since you and Myra acted like you didn’t give a damn about me before this weekend. Did you really think that I would just eat air each night?” I stated, referring to the countless times dinner would not be there for me and I would state I would just eat air.

Her head dropped down and I could hear her sobs. “Don’t worry about all that. It is in the past and I don’t hold grudges. But from here on out, we will try to be better a family together, whether this Master slave thing works or not, understand.”

She looked back up at me as tears ran down her face and only nodded as this had hit her hard. I knew it would have since she hadn’t come to the realization that she was pushing her own son away or was too naive to know that she wasn’t. It was possible that she was too caught up in being Myra’s slave that she lost track that she was a mother to her son, but her hesitation when she would apologize for not having dinner told me otherwise.

Myra hugged Mom knowing that they may have taken this too far previously. They both moved back over to the kitchen counters and finished making their own breakfasts before joining me, with Myra on my left and Mom on my right.

When I was done with my meal, I stood up and both women stood immediately but since they hadn’t finished eating, I told them to sit back down, to which they did though part of them wanted to reject my order and not make me clean up after myself.

I grabbed my bag and gave Mom a loving kiss and whispered in her ear, “If you are a good slave today and you learn my rules, I will have a treat in store for you tonight. I have wondered just how my own mother’s pussy would taste on my tongue,” I whispered right into her ear as I licked her earlobe causing her to shudder and moan as she bit her bottom lip. That look in her eye made me regret not fucking her this morning too, but I knew she needed to know my ways before she got what she wanted.

I then moved over to Myra and kissed her lovingly just like I did Mom. I then whispered in her ear, “Your job is to teach Mom my rules. Remember that you are no longer her Mistress but you are allowed to punish her if she doesn’t learn, just not too hard without my permission. Oh and no orgasms for her or you, but you can play around with each other while you wait for me.” I then nibbled on her ear for a second before pulling back.

“Master? What time should we be expecting you?” Myra asked.

I then noticed that she was wearing her “SLUT” collar that symbolized that she belonged to me. It was going to be so much better when she no longer had that word on her neck but had my collar on her instead, “Around 5:30 or 6pm. I have practice after school through Wednesday this week.”

Myra looked as though she was thinking something for a minute, “Here, please take my car Master. You should not be seen in that old beater that you have,” she stated holding out her car keys to me.

“You want me to take your car?” I asked her confused.

She shook her head, “No Master. I want you to take your car. When you took me as your slave, you took possession of all that I have. Mind, body and soul also means all my worldly possessions like my car, clothes and anything else of mine you want.”

I realized that she was right about this. I could take what I wanted since I technically owned these three women. “Fine then. But we will need to get you a car, unless of course you want to be seen driving the ‘beater’ as you call it.” I could see her shudder at the fact of driving my older Honda and it made me chuckle. “Fear not slave. We will sell that car and get you something more worthy of your beauty.”

“Thank you oh gracious Master,” she replied with a smile. I gave her a quick kiss and headed out.

I hopped into the BMW and put my bag down. Though the car was really nice, I came to the realization that she had wanted this car for her and it wasn’t me. I didn’t mind BMWs or other luxury cars, but I was more the type of person that could be filthy rich and drive around in a Toyota Camry wearing old, worn jeans and a t-shirt ağrı escort rather than a fancy-pants suit and a 100K car just to show off.

School went by normally with the normal drama that my friends had. I also noticed that more and more of the girls in my classes were looking at me more than usual. Now I am not the ugliest guy in my class but I’m not the most handsome either so I never expected to be the object of desire for most of these high school girls and truthfully, that was how I liked it. Handsome enough to get the girl I was interested in, but not overly attractive to where all the girls were falling head over heels for me. Something must have changed as I wondered if the smell of sex had not washed off me.

During lunch, as I was playing on my phone looking up different kinds of cars, trucks and SUVs to decide what I wanted to get, I had a couple of the hotter girls come sit at my table and chat me up. I was courteous enough but didn’t return much of their flirting.

Right before the bell rang, the hotter of the two asked the question that they both were thinking, “We have been flirting with you nonstop since we sat down and you haven’t responded to our flirting at all. We know you broke up with your girlfriend as she has been talking about how she dumped you all day, but we can easily tell, as can most of the school, that you must have dumped that bitch.”

“Actually we haven’t spoken since she cheated on me Friday night. But I have found someone since,” I replied with a newly found confidence I had. I pulled up a picture that Allie and I took while we sat on her couch, though luckily it only showed the tops of our chests to our heads otherwise it would have been a topless pick of her as we were both completely nude at the time. I showed the girls the picture and both of them told me how cute we looked together and that she was hot. I thanked them both and complimented them as they were just as hot.

Just as the bell rang and I got up to discard my plate and head to class, I turned back to them, “We have an open relationship and she lets me take other women as well. Maybe in the future one or both of you could join us. The threesomes are getting boring since I’ve already had a couple but would be fun to have a foursome or more.” They both gasped as their eyes went wide. I smiled mischievously at them before turning to head to class. I only had two more classes for the day and they were not in them. This would give them some time to stir, though I hadn’t let them know that I was my girl’s Master or that I had two other slaves that were my own sister and mother.

Once school was over, I headed to the locker rooms to get changed and ran out to my sister’s car to throw my things in before heading to the track to get my runs in.

As I was warming up, my friend, Allen, started chatting me up, “So have you decided where you are going to college yet? I got a bunch of offers but picked UNC as they are one of the top track and field schools that I found.”

That was a good choice as he was the fastest runner in our group and even though I was the second fastest, I didn’t want to make my decision based on track and field as I wasn’t going to be a runner my whole life. “Yeah. I think I will take LSU up on their offer. It was between them and UCLA, though I did have other offers as well.”

Allen laughed, “I hear that bro. I had a ton of them but was focused on either UCLA or UNC but moving out to the west coast just isn’t for me at this point in my life due to UNC being closer to my family.”

I then realized that I had made my decision and would need to take my slaves. I knew Myra would come with me, or thought she would without reservations, but what about Allie and Mom. Mom had just joined my slave harem last night and I was quickly falling in love with Allie. Allie was a sweetheart and put everyone before her, just like I did. She was also the kindest and gentlest person I had met. I began to think that if she couldn’t come with me, I would be heartbroken and didn’t know if I could continue doing this without her. Then again, I couldn’t change my mind and switch schools just to accommodate one of my slaves as that would make me look weak and indecisive in their eyes and they would not want to be under me anymore. Now being more frustrated than I thought I was, I finished up practice and came to the decision I would tell them my decision soon and would have to live with the consequences, even if that meant losing one or all of my slaves.

I hopped into Myra’s BMW and headed home just after 5:30pm. All through the drive, I came to the realization that if my harem of slaves grew any larger than the three women, I would need a large vehicle and would need to get something that could transport that many people. That left only a van or a large SUV. Now I’m not one who is opposed to vans or too manly to have one, but having an SUV would be so much better. Though I didn’t need anything specifically flashy or anything like that. I knew that once I got home I would need to decide on which one I wanted to get and then where to buy it. Then again, I did need the money to purchase it as well. Myra had stated that her money was now mine, but at least in our current situation, I didn’t want to take all of it away from her.

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Dear Mr. Nadeau,

I have a confession to make : ever since you walked into class on that warm august day, I’ve lusted after you. I only had to set my lovely brown eyes on your amazingly athletic body, and already you had me under your spell. Imagine my disappointment when, instead of sitting next to me like all the guys usually want to, you marched right up to the front of the class and introduced yourself as our teacher.

I couldn’t believe it! You’re so young and handsome, you can’t be our professor! Everyone knows you’re not supposed to have sexual thoughts about your teacher, but I can’t help it! I’m in my second year of college, and I’ve never been attracted to a teacher before. It is unbelievable the feelings you give me, it’s like my insides are boiling! You’re so smart, funny, confident and sexy when you speak French!

Tell me, do you like all the little things I do to get your attention in class? I love to wear my short skirts to your class, and I know that, since I’ve been sitting in the first row, you can see my panties when I cross and uncross my legs. Did you notice how my crotch is always wet before class is over? That’s because I’m imagining what it would be like to be making love to you, right there in front of all the other students. bagcilaronline.com Do you find that I go to see you too often during your office hours? I always pretend that I have questions about the material, but really I just like to go sit next to you, because I can smell your delicious musky scent.

You managed to stay in my mind long after class is over, and I’ve found myself thinking of you when my boyfriend fucks me, and when I masturbate. My roommate must be wondering what has gotten into me, as she can hear me when I masturbate : my soft moans as I touch myself in the places I wish you were touching me and when I turn on my vibrator to console myself that you’re not here. I’ve been masturbating very often lately, since as soon as I think of you I get so horny I have to relieve myself without wasting a minute. I’ve even masturbated on the bus the other day, I couldn’t even wait to get home!

One of the fantasies I have that involves you takes place at your office, and I give you my notebook from which you usually read my homework before I ask you questions. But today, what you are reading is this letter, and I see you blush when you make sense of the words you are reading. You turn to face me, and you bury your atakoymarka.com face in my soft, beautiful neck. Your hands are slowly stroking my long, fragrant hair, and we stay like this, simply holding each other for a few minutes. It’s as if all you were waiting for was my confession, and now, I can tell from your heavy breathing, you’ve decided to let your passion for me surface. We still haven’t said a word when you lift your head from my neck and move in to kiss me. Softly at first, but when our tongues touch for the first time it’s like there is nothing holding us back anymore. You unbutton my blouse and slide it off my shoulders. Only then do your lips leave mine, so they can kiss my stomach. You look into my eyes while you unhook my bra, and you kiss me again as your hands move over my heavy breasts.

You are cupping my tits and rubbing my nipples with your thumbs. I moan, and you can feel the vibrations of my vocal chords. As a response, I feel your dick growing inside your pants. I reach down to take it out ot it’s denim prison, but you ask me to wait. You move your hands to my waist and you pull down my skirt and underwear. Slowly, as if to tease me, you remove each item from your desk one by one and sit me on the cold wooden bakirkoymarka.com surface. You sit on your chair and position my legs over your shoulders. Gently, you massage the inside of my thighs, always stopping short of the place I want you most to touch. When you have me begging you to make me cum, you finally bury your face in my cunt. The contact of your lips with my clit sends shivers up and down my spine. I can now feel you (I say feel, because I’m not watching what you’re doing anymore, I’ve thrown back my head when I started moaning) insert your fingers in my warm hole as your tongue licks my clit faster. I cover your fingers with my juice when I cum, and you show them to me. You bring them to your mouth to suck on them, but I want to taste my juices too so I sit up on your desk and help you lick it off.

From this position, I can see your second hand was busy! You’ve taken out your cock and you’re stroking it. Without waiting one more second, I lower myself onto your dick and I fuck you. Each time I push myself down, I let out a little moan. Soon, we are both out of breath. I can feel your cock twitch inside me and, finally, I feel your hot cum inside me and the knowledge that you, the sexiest man alive, has just unloaded in my cunt gives me the best orgasm ever. My cunt muscles squeeze all your juice out, and I just stay there, happy to have fucked you after all this time of dreaming about you.

This is just one of the fantasies I have about you. After you read this letter, you can decide for yourself if we will be making them become reality!

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Brett and Valerie had talked about a great many things during night-long IM sessions on-line, and a few long phone calls. They’d met in person, briefly, once — she an actress in a play he’d attended. Her performance had so moved him he felt compelled to praise her after the show.

He knew she had a boyfriend, but that same night, Brett sent her a friend request on FaceSpace, and she accepted. Their virtual relationship began on the topic of sex toys — Fleshlights and sex dolls to be precise — and blossomed from there.

She was remarkably open-minded, and they spoke for hours on-line — and traded e-mails — soon telling each other their darkest secrets and desires. She told him about her “back massager,” her difficulty in reaching orgasm while with another person, her bi-curiosity, and her preference for anal sex. She claimed that, being Filipino, genetics had cursed her with a small, very tight, vagina, and she found it more comfortable to take a man anally.

Brett opined that her 5’1″ stature and petite build — while still attributable to genetics — also contributed to her difficulty accepting a man vaginally — he had, of course, offered to help her work on this.

Val also told him she loved to dance, and directed him to on-line videos of routines she had choreographed herself. One, especially, commanded his attention — a poorly lit scene featuring Val wearing only a black top and boyshorts. Though in most of the video he could see nothing more than her legs and hands, it fired his imagination.

For months, Brett hounded her to dance for him — just for him. Of course, she didn’t really consider what he desired exactly dancing. She’d deflected each of his requests, saying they could do no more than speak on the phone and on-line, and trade the occasional picture. She would not even consent to meeting for dinner, or a drink.

He — realizing that at 44-years old, he was twice her age — tried to remain patient; not forcing the issue, and being content with what he could get. Fate, however, finally gave Brett an opportunity to change this.

One evening, on her way home from school, Valerie had been involved in a motor vehicle accident. She was unhurt, but her car had to be towed away, and needed repairs before it could be driven again. Late that night, as she and Brett talked, Valerie lamented the loss of her car. She revealed that she’d just paid the tuition for her last semester of school, and now lacked money to pay for repairs. Until her next paycheck, she confessed, she had less than $100 in the bank.

“I could loan you the money,” he offered, on the phone.

“What do I have to do for it?” she asked.

“Did I say there were conditions?” he returned.

“No,” she allowed. “But, I can’t just take your money.”

“It’s a loan, interest free,” he said. “Pay me back when you can.”

“I can’t accept it,” she insisted.

“Look, I have it, you need it,” he said. “It’s OK.”

“I feel guilty,” she said.

“Why?” he asked.

“I didn’t earn it,” she said.

He didn’t respond for several moments.

“You could,” he said, finally.

“I could?” she asked, cautiously. “How?”

“You know what I want, Val,” he said.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” she said.

She could almost hear disappointment in his silence.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “You know I have a boyfriend.”

“What about the phone sex?” he asked. “And the pictures?”

“I…” she began. “That’s different.”

“How?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” she admitted. “It’s not physical.”

“What if we got a little physical?” he asked.

“A little physical?” she repeated. “What do you mean?”

“We have discussed a lap dance,” he said.

She let out a long sigh.

“Hey, you said you wanted to earn it,” he said.

“That’s not exactly what I said,” she retorted.

“It could be in return for not charging interest on the loan,” he suggested.

He waited, sensing she was considering it.

“What would I have to do?” she asked.

“You know what a lap dance is,” he said.

“Of course,” she said. “But, is that it?”

“Well, I want something a little more specific,” he said.

“I’m listening,” she said.

He explained his requirements. Again, she thought.

“OK,” she said, quietly. “I’ll do it.”

“The outfit isn’t a problem?” he asked.

“No, I have all that stuff,” she assured him.

“Good,” he said.

“When do you want to do it?” she asked.

“Right now,” he said, laughing.

“Surprise, surprise,” she said, joining in.

“How ’bout tomorrow night, at my place?” he suggested.

“I have to work until nine,” she told him. “But, I can come over after I run home and take a shower.”

“You can shower at my place, if you want,” he offered. “I won’t peek.”

“I bet,” she said, mocking.

“I won’t peek…much,” he said.

“It will be safer for me to shower at my house,” she said, with a laugh. “I’ll text you right before I leave.”

The next day dragged on and on. Brett had escortkagithane.org a difficult time focusing on work as his mind continually turned to Valerie. When 5:00pm finally arrived, he drove home, did some light cleaning, then ate dinner. He watched Jeopardy! — part of his nightly routine — but his lust-addled brain couldn’t come up with a single correct answer.

As 9:00pm approached, he could barely contain his excitement. He showered, dressed — pulling on a t-shirt, socks, boxer-briefs, and sweat pants — then returned to the TV, and tried to avoid looking at the clock as he awaited Val’s arrival. Her text reached his cell phone at 9:53.

“Leaving my house now.”

The message included a picture of her ass, covered in the black cotton boy shorts he’d asked her to wear. His cock began to stiffen. While he waited, he re-checked his preparations. 10 minutes later, he saw her headlights as she pulled in his driveway. Opening the back door, he watched her slip from the car and walk toward him.

“I thought your car was in the shop,” he said, when she reached him.

“It is,” she said. “That’s my roommate’s.”

At 6’3″, he towered over her, and leaned to kiss her cheek.

“I’m glad you came,” he said.

Brett led her into the kitchen and turned to admire her. Her brown eyes sparkled as he took in her brunette pixie cut hair, and dark olive skin. She wore a black leather jacket, an over-sized gray sweatshirt bearing the name of her college, baggy blue jeans, and combat boots — untied. She carried a gym bag.

“Would you like a drink?” he asked, motioning her to take a seat.

“Do you have any Malbec?” she asked.

“I do,” he said. “I remembered you saying you like it, so I picked up a bottle.”

As she sipped her wine, he sat across the table from her, drinking a Coke. They relaxed, getting to know each other in person. During a lull in the conversation, Brett handed her an envelope. Taking it, Valerie smiled. Then her expression changed.

“Would it be rude to open it right now?” she asked.

“Well, it can’t be any more awkward than what I’m asking in return,” he said, soberly.

“I’m not offended, Brett,” she said.

“I’d understand if you were,” he assured her. “I feel like a dirty old man for suggesting it.”

“I’m not doing this for the money,” she said.

“What do you mean?” he questioned.

“I need the money, don’t get me wrong,” she said. “But, the more I’ve thought about this, the more turned on I got.”

“You did?” he asked, trying to keep his voice even.

She nodded, as she avoided meeting his eyes.

“Go ahead, Val,” he said, pointing at the envelope.

He hadn’t sealed it. Slipping her fingers in the top, she looked at the check, made out to her, in the amount she needed. Shaking her head, she let out a low whistle.

“Thank you,” she said. “I will pay you back.”

“I know,” he said.

Valerie drained the last of her wine.

“Where would you like me to dance for you?” she asked.

“I have everything set up in the bedroom,” he said.

Brett held out his hand and she took it. Feeling the warmth of her skin made him a bit dizzy. Walking slowly, he guided her up the stairs. Entering the master bedroom, he flipped on the lights, and she looked around for several moments.

“Can I change in the bathroom?” she asked.

“Of course,” he said, motioning to a doorway in the far wall. “I’ll set up some appropriate lighting.”

“I brought music,” she told him.

“OK,” he said.

“It’s stuff I like, and that I’ve danced to before,” she said.

“That’s fine with me,” he said.

Opening her bag, she removed an iPod, and a docking station with two speakers. She placed the items on his dresser, then made her way to the bathroom. Before dousing the lights, Brett lit several candles. The flickering provided a spectral atmosphere to the room. His laptop computer rested on a bookshelf. He adjusted the angle of the built-in camera, and clicked “record” on the movie maker program.

During his earlier preparations, he’d placed a high-backed, wooden chair at the foot of his bed. Before he sat down, he pulled off his sweatpants and socks, tossing them to the floor beside his bed. Several minutes passed, then Valerie returned still wearing her sweatshirt, but without pants. Her legs were now covered by rainbow leg warmers which stretched from her ankles to high up on her thighs.

She sauntered to the dresser, placed a small bottle on top, then raised both hands to her head, and raked her fingers through her hair. Doing so lifted the sweatshirt, and Brett could see her perfect ass — barely concealed by the skin-tight, black cotton boyshorts — peeking out. Turning her head, she caught him admiring her butt, and let out a giggle.

“You look like you’re ready,” she said, looking at him in his t-shirt and boxer-briefs.

Brett nodded. She tapped a button on her iPod, and music flowed from the speakers. He recognized the song as the same one playing in his escortortakoy.com favorite of her on-line videos.

Valerie remained at the dresser, facing away from Brett. Her hips began swaying left and right, like the pendulum of a clock, moving with the beat of the music. He watched as Valerie’s hands slipped to her ass. Sliding them upward, she lifted her sweatshirt, again exposing her panties. Bending her knees, she squatted. His eyes followed every move. Standing up straight, she spun, her body undulating as her hands drifted to her chest.

Her dancing brought Valerie close to him, and he could hear her singing along with the song. Standing in front of him, she smiled, and reached out to caress the side of his face for a moment. Her fingers fell away as she whirled, leaving him staring at her butt. Slowly, she backed up until her legs touched his. They both felt an electricity pass between them.

“Oh, my God,” Val whispered.

Before Brett could respond, she sat down in his lap, her ass resting on his stiffening cock. He wrapped his arms around her — wanting to hold her — but she pushed away his hands. Turning her head, she shook a finger in the air.

“No, no, no,” she purred.

Grinding her hips a few times, she pushed against his lap, then stood and moved away again. As the music began to pulsate, Val twisted and knelt. She walked her hands up the inside of her thighs. A moment later — the look on her face told Brett — her fingers trailed across her clit.

She slid her knees in and out — raising and lowering her body as if she were riding him. He licked his lips as he watched her. Placing her hands on the floor, she slowly crawled toward Brett. Reaching him, she put her hands on his legs.

As they gazed into each other’s eyes, her hands glided upward until they found his cock. He groaned when her fingers touched his hardness. Her eyes went wide as she squeezed the thickness for a few moments. His mouth fell open, and she stood to flit away once more.

“No fair; teasing like that,” he croaked.

“I’m sorry,” she sang out, in a tone that let him know she wasn’t.

“No, you’re not,” he retorted.

She laughed at him, twirled a few times, and grabbed the bottom of the sweatshirt. In one swift motion, she pulled the garment up over her head, and let it fall to the floor. Underneath, she wore a black, spandex sports bra. In the dim light, he could see the hard nipples of her A-cup breasts poking against the material.

He wiggled in the chair, adjusting himself as his eyes traveled over her body. She inched closer, letting her fingers drift along the curves of her sides; down to her waist; her hips, and then around to her inner thighs. Puckering her lips, she blew him a kiss as her fingers once more brushed her clit. As she danced, Brett noticed her eyes drop to the erection barely contained by his underwear.

“Do you need to sit down?” he asked, patting his lap. “You can rest here.”

She didn’t reply, instead pirouetting away. Her hands leapt to the bottom of her bra, she hooked her fingers under the spandex, then pulled it upward languidly, holding it above her head for a few moments. She peeked back at him over her right shoulder. Bringing the bra down to cover her breasts, she turned around to face him for a moment, then spun away once more.

Glancing over her shoulder, she winked at him, then tossed the bra backward. He caught it, and as she turned to face him — arms crossed in front of her chest — he brought it to his nose and breathed in the scent of her. She smiled and whirled away yet again. Crossing the floor, she placed her hands on the dresser, and bent over, sticking out her ass, and rocking it from side to side.

“Does it taste as good as it looks?” he asked.

“Maybe you’ll find out,” she said, straightening her body, “if you’re a good boy.”

Grabbing the bottle of baby oil she’d put on his dresser, she flipped open the top, held it slightly above eye level, and poured some of the contents onto her chest. Brett watched her free hand move up and down her torso — rubbing it into her skin. He rocked his hips and pushed his boxer-briefs down to his ankles. Still holding the bottle of oil, Val rotated, covering her breasts with her arms. She could see his erect cock waiting for her.

“You’re a bad boy,” she said.

He didn’t answer, only kicked away the underwear, then pulled off his t-shirt, and dropped it to the floor beside Val’s bra. She lowered her arms and walked toward him.

“What am I supposed to do with that?” she asked, pointing at his cock.

This time he didn’t hesitate to answer.

“Come here and rub your pretty, little ass against it,” he said.

“Mmmm,” she said, as she neared him. “I didn’t know it was so big.”

“I sent you a couple pictures,” he reminded her.

“I know, but…” she began, “they didn’t do it justice.”

She stood between his legs, watching his eyes trace over her breasts. Brett leaned toward her and stuck out his tongue to lick her left nipple, beyogluweb.com but she twisted away. He continued, however, and kissed her back, while his hands caressed her legs. As his hands reached her hips, she began pouring oil over her shoulders. It ran down her back in thin, slippery rivulets.

“Rub it in, baby,” she whispered.

He placed his hands on her lower back and slid them upward. His fingers met the oil and he continued until he arrived at her shoulders. He massaged her flesh as she continued shaking her body to the music.

Another minute passed, and he took the oil from her. Squeezing the bottle, he let the viscous liquid drip onto her spine near the middle of her back. It slowly oozed downward, flowing into the crack of her ass, which was just visible above the top of her boyshorts. Closing the bottle, he let it fall to the floor.

“Sit down,” he said.

She stopped wiggling and looked back at him.

“What’s the magic word?” she asked.

“Please,” he said, trying to avoid sounding as if he were begging.

Val lowered herself into his lap, and the shaft of his cock pressed between the cheeks of her ass — through the cotton. Brett couldn’t suppress a sigh as he felt her heat. He put his hands on her hips, his fingers inspecting the waistband of the panties, as she began to gyrate against him.

“That feels so good,” she whispered.

His hands traveled upward, sliding around to her stomach, teasing her skin. Her body fell back against his, her shoulder blades on his chest. He couldn’t help himself, his hands found her breasts, cupping them; feeling her hard nipples in his palms. She moaned as he fondled her.

“You shouldn’t be doing that,” she mumbled.

His fingers tightened, pinching. Her body jerked.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

Val let out long breath, and tilted her head to gaze into his eyes, though it seemed as if she were looking through him, not at him.

“Do you want me to stop, Val?” he repeated.

“No,” she whispered, shaking her head no more than an inch.

“What do you want?” he asked as his right hand drifted downward.

“I want to cum,” she said.

Once more finding the top of her underwear, he let his fingertips trace along the material, even as he anticipated she would object at any moment.

“Are you sure?” he asked, quietly.

“Yessss,” she hissed. “Pleeeease.”

Brett kissed her shoulder as his fingers glided over the cotton, lightly brushing her clit. He couldn’t help but smile as her body stiffened. Still holding her breasts, he supported her with his left arm. He found the crotch of her panties wet. He couldn’t tell if the slickness was from her excitement, or the oil, but he didn’t care.

He groped her lips, gently, feeling her body against his. As Val’s hips rolled, her ass shifted up and down, back and forth, on his cock, and a short groan escaped his throat. Her hands moved to his. For a moment he was afraid she might stop him, but she squeezed, trying to steady herself as she writhed.

Brett rubbed her harder, and her moans echoed off the walls. Her ragged breathing announced an approaching orgasm, and her knees rose as her body involuntarily tried to double up on his lap.

“I’m gunna cum,” she whispered, hoarsely.

He didn’t slow his efforts, manipulating her clit with his fingers, driving her toward the temporary bliss of climax. Tremors ran through Val’s body. Her nails dug into his skin and the breath caught in her throat. She repeated her warning, then convulsed violently.

“That’s it,” Brett roared, “cum for me.”

“I’m cumming,” Val cried, “I’m cummm…”

Her words dissolved into a loud euphoric sob as she shook. Brett continued pleasuring her, not allowing her to relax. Slipping his hand inside her panties, he touched her bare pussy for the first time. His cock throbbed, trapped between their bodies, and he fought to control himself.

“Don’t stop,” she managed to say. “Please, don’t stop.”

Brett had no intention to do so. He massaged her wetness, then dipped inside her.

“Yes, like that,” she muttered. “Do it.”

Without hesitation, his middle finger slid into her, sinking to the last knuckle.

“Fuck, yessss,” she howled.

Her cunt contracted as she came again. She wiggled wildly, and he struggled to keep her safely atop him, pulling his hand from her underwear to hold her securely. Valerie quivered for several minutes as he hugged her to him. Brett was so close to his own orgasm he thought he might go mad.

“Val, I need to cum,” he grunted.

She sat up quickly.

“Don’t you dare,” she ordered. “Not yet.”

“You’re killin’ me,” he protested.

Valerie stood up carefully, making sure her legs would hold her. Taking two steps away from him, she pushed her boyshorts downward, bending at the waist as she did, giving him a clear view of her ass and pussy as they reached her ankles.

“Holy shit,” Brett moaned.

Balancing delicately, Val took off the panties and tossed them aside. She straightened herself, then spun to face him. Spreading her legs slightly, she let her right hand brush her clit, then parted her wet lips with her fingers.

“You like that?” she asked, staring into his eyes.

He nodded.

“Wanna feel it on that big cock?” she continued.

“Yes,” he nearly yelled.

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To get the context, you need to read Chapter 1 first.

*

Laura and I never really “dated” much. I didn’t want to spend money on the bitch. If I wanted to spend money to get laid, I’d hire a whore or pay the back alimony to my ex-wife. We did go out a few times for drinks, dinner, and dancing but usually I just stopped by her apartment after she got off work and let her get ME off.

The nonstop sex continued for several weeks. At first I liked groping and sucking her tits but it got boring after awhile. There isn’t much there to play with. The blowjobs became predictable. Always good, but predictable. And we had fucked in every position we knew. She liked doggy best, but my favorite was fucking her face while she hung her head backwards over the edge of the mattress. It was like fucking a cunt. I rolled her head back, held both sides of her face and inserted my dick. That girl could suck cock.

After about a month, things were starting to get routine for me and she acted like she was afraid I’d dump her for some other hottie I met at a bar while she was working. Actually I did bed a couple of other chicks for some one-night-stands during that first month, but mostly I hung out with the guys and went over to fuck Laura when she got off work. I practically lived in her apartment, but I never brought a toothbrush. I used hers.

I liked that she was worried I might leave her for other girls. Several times we agreed there were no commitments between us, but I knew she was not fucking anyone else and always acted jealous of any girl I talked about or eyeballed when we went out. It kept her doing things for me a lot of girls wouldn’t.

Doing more nisantasiescort.com and more daring and perverted things kept things interesting for me. I mean, why spend time and effort picking up some new babe in a bar who might give me a quick BJ or a boring fuck when I had a girl like Laura who was so willing to please me? Over the next few weeks I had Laura do all kinds of sexual things for me. I made her dress up in costumes, let me spank her, let me push a dildo up her ass while I fucked her cunt, stuff like that. Sometimes she objected, but usually she eventually went along with it. She often gave in when I got quiet and cold, or when I acted like I was getting bored with straight sex.

One night I brought over some of my old silk ties and a blindfold. Her bed didn’t have bedposts, so I had to rig some leather belts to make loops from the corners of the metal mattress frame to the top of the mattress. Then I used the silk ties to bind her hands and feet to the belts. It worked quite well. I kept the bindings rather loose but made sure she couldn’t move her limbs more than 6 inches. The blindfold and a set of stereo headphones added the final degree of vulnerability. Unlike some other sexual games we played, Laura agreed right away to be tied up, thinking it would be fun for both of us. And it was. I ate her out a couple times, tormenting her by pausing just short of orgasm until she begged me to finish her off. I enjoyed teasing her and exerting so much control over her mind and body. I climbed on top of her a few times and made her suck my dick. I also fucked her hard while she lay spreadeagle. It was fun but it was actually less escortcapa.com satisfying because she couldn’t use her fist to pump my shaft during oral sex or her fingernails in my back during missionary sex. But it did have a kinky kind of fun about it that kept things interesting between us for awhile longer.

The following weekend, I left town for a business trip and didn’t see her for a week. It was the longest period of time we didn’t fuck since we had met six weeks earlier and I was pleased how desperate for me she sounded when she called me on my phone a few times. I told her she could only call me twice that week and only between 7pm and 8 pm. She broke the rule, though, and called me four times. I took three of the calls but ignored the fourth one because it was almost midnight and I was in the middle of fucking a chubby thirty’s-ish young woman I had met at the hotel bar. She was at least 25 lbs overweight for someone her height, but she had bigger tits than Laura and I found burying my face in her soft grapefruits was a nice change from sucking Laura’s pair of peaches.

By the time I got back in town that Friday night, I was horny for her again but tired, so even though I told her I would come by, I skipped it and went to my place instead. The next morning she called me and acted hurt I didn’t come over. I played hard to get and she fell for it. I acted almost annoyed with her, even though I could hardly wait to see her.

“Oh, all right,” I feigned. “You I’ll come over at 11, and you can make me some lunch..”

“Good, I missed you,” she gushed like a schoolgirl with a crush, “I can’t wait to see you.”

“Yeah, well, escortfindikzade.com when I get there I want you to greet me at the front door totally nude. Not a stitch of clothing. Not even an earring, you got that?”

“Uh, yeah, ok.”

She did as I told her. I brought my digital camera and made her pose for me. I filled up three SD cards with a couple hundred naked high res pics of her, then took another card-full of pornographic close-ups of her cunt and of her sucking my dick, etc. etc.. I actually think she liked posing for me. So the next day I brought over my digital camcorder to make some movies.

Naturally, she made me swear no one would ever see them except me. I had to agree to get her to cooperate fully. I had her spread eagle herself and masturbate. I took close-ups of her entire body, and had her put her legs over her head and got great shots of my fingers opening her cunt lips and finger fucking her. Then I set up the tripod and the wall charger and we made home porn movies all day. I filled up 6 hours of digital media with porn that was every bit as hot as anything I’ve seen on the net. The only time I stopped fucking one of her holes was to move the camera, change disks, or take a piss. I wouldn’t let her wipe off any of my cum, so by mid-afternoon she looked like a bukkake whore. I took video of her showering it all off, then more movies of her sucking my dick. That time I put the camera was on a tripod and made her lay backwards with her head off the bed the way I like. I got some great footage of me fucking her face and dumping a load on her face and tits.

The camcorder became a constant companion the whole rest of that week. I fucked her every night and took video of almost every bit of it. I downloaded it to my hard drive then went back the next night to film some more. Even with a light on, some of the first films came out dark so I played with the camera settings to capture details better in the low light. Those films were really good.

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We walk into the empty lot. It used to be a playground. The parking lot is filled with mounds of dirt and gravel so cars can’t use it. It’s dark and quiet as it approaches 11:30 pm. Just another night in town as Amber and I walk side by side.

We walk through the lot and follow a trail in the grass. Once we’re hidden behind the tree line I stop and turn to face her. I grab her by the waist and pull her closer to me, kissing her soft full lips. Only standing 5’2″ Amber stands in her tip toes as she slips her tongue between my lips. My hands slide down her body to her perfect ass. I squeeze a cheek in each hand, pulling her even closer. Her hands on my chest trying to balance herself.

As we continue to make out I slide my hands down her ass past the bottom if her shorts. Once my thumbs hit the hem I slide my hands back up her ass cheeks under her shorts. The feel of her smooth skin against my hands drives me nuts. I starts playing with her full, firm ass. Pulling her cheeks apart, smacking her ass lightly, and squeezing her mecidiyekoymarka.com ass as hard as I can.

My fingers being inches from her pussy allows me feel the warmth coming from her. I tease her pussy through the thin material of her thong, rubbing my finger against the material, pushing it between her pussy lips into her wet hole. I’ve fucked her pussy more times than I can count. Tonight I want something different.

I pull my hands from under her shorts and grab the bottom of her shirt. She never stops kissing me causing her shirt to be around her neck. I move to her bra and unclip it. The night air against her 36 C tits causes her to shiver. The coolness of the air makes her nipples even harder than they are from excitement. I push her down off her tip toes, forcing her to stop kissing me. She slips her arms out if her bra as I remove the shirt from around her neck.

We drop both her shirt and bra in front of her. She kneels on her shirt and grabs my shorts, pulling then down plusescort.com to my knees and allowing my cock to spring free. She slowly takes my cock into her mouth. As Amber starts sucking inch after inch of my hard dick into her mouth she looks up at me. Her eyes deadlocked on mine as she continues to work my cock in and out if her mouth. She starts pumping her head up and down the length of my shaft, faster and faster.

I spread my legs a little wider lowering myself so I can reach her perky tits. I love playing with her tits as she sucks my cock. Pinching and rolling her nipples causing her to moan around my cock. Each time she moans she holds my dick against the back of her throat. It’s like she is teasing me for teasing her. As her head bobs up and down on my cock her lips bump against her hand at the base of my shaft. Her free hand is in her shorts rubbing her clit.

Amber increases the speed at which she fucks my dick with her mouth as she closes in on her own orgasm. She truly gets off on topkapiescortbul.com pleasing me. Rubbing her clit just speeds up her getting off. My saliva covered cock shines in the moon light as Amber continues. The head of my dick repeatedly bumping against the back of her throat.

I let her know I’m going to cum. She continues bobbing on my cock and begins to stroke my shaft in rhythm to her mouth. Just as I begin to shoot my load she pulls my cock from her mouth-blast after blast hitting her in the face. The cool night air feels great around the warm wetness on my cock. Her hand stroking my cock as fast as possible. All that you can hear is our heavy breathing and the sounds of her spit being used as lube as she strokes the rest of the cum from my cock. My load is 5-6 spots onto her face. One right in the middle of her forehead. Two on her right check. One on her nose. The last bit runs off her chin and drips onto her tit.

She rubs the cum into her skin in her tits before grabbing her shirt and using it to wipe her face. She takes the finger that was working her clit and sucks it into her mouth. As she removes the finger from her mouth I hand her her bra. She gets redressed gives me a kiss and we finish our walk.

Amber and I have fucked for years. Hope you enjoy hearing about it sex life. There will be more Amber stories.

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It was Jordan’s last day at our office. He was moving to another office and yet, here he was still coming to my office to help me out with our new e-mail software. Jordan had come to our office about a year ago for a maternity leave replacement and had lately helped with the transition from our old system to the new one. There had been a few months of cleaning up old files and ensuring no important information was lost. And now, we were live with the new system and often needed help with it.

Jordan walked in and sat on the second chair in my office. I had a cd playing on my computer. As I went to lower the volume, Jordan asked “Is that Burton Cummings?”

“Yes, it is. I’m surprised that you’d recognize him.”

“I’ve been a fan forever. My older sister was the one to force feed him to me but I didn’t mind.”

“Yeah, I had the whole household listening to him too.”

“So which album is this? Sounds like one of his lesser known songs. I didn’t know it was on CD”

“This one is from the Woman Love album and no, it’s not on CD. I have it at home and made it into and MP3 file and put it on here with all his other songs.”

“All his songs?”

“Yeah, I have all of his solo albums, most in the LP format. I simply hooked up my computer to the sound system and recorded them and once they were in MP3 format, I was able to fit them all onto one CD. Then, I just put it on shuffle and I can listen to him for hours!”

“That is so cool!”

“Would you like to have it? I can always burn myself a new one at home.”

“Do you have ‘Break it to them Gently’ on there? That is the one and only song of his I can’t stand.”

“Yes, it’s on there. It’s my least favorite too but I usually just skip it.”

“Is there any way you could burn a cd for me without that song and send it to me?”

“When are you leaving town?”

“Tomorrow, why?”

“Why don’t you follow me home this afternoon and I can burn you the disc right then and there. That way, you can have it right away. I can even burn you a second one for your sister.”

“You’d do that?”

“Sure! Let’s fix this and then, at 4:30, wait for me in the parking lot and we’ll go over to my place, burn you the two discs and then you can go.”

Jordan agreed and we went on with the task at hand. At the end of the day, I found Jordan waiting in the parking lot, as I had suggested. He followed me to my condo in town.

I’d only had the condo about 3 months. Before that, I had lived with my boyfriend in a house. But then, he’d gotten into a fight with a co-worker and had fallen during this fight, hit his head just so and had never gotten back up. We’d been having lots of issues at home and I had told him in no uncertain terms that if he got into a fight, I’d leave him. As fate would have it, he’d unwillingly left me. It had taken me over 3 months just to get the right to sell our house but once on the market, it had sold within days and I’d found this superb condo that was available immediately.

The condo had two bedrooms, two baths, kitchen, dining area and living room. While the average condo size in our area was less than 800 square feet, this one was a tad over a thousand. It was still quite the downsizing compared to our 2400 square feet house but I was very happy with it and with having less to maintain clean. However, sislident.com with only two bedrooms, I’d had to put my computer desk and all office stuff in my bedroom, the bigger of the two. The other bedroom was just big enough for the bed, night tables and one dresser and was used for guests. My bedroom, on the other hand, was big and even though I’d had to trade in my huge office desk for a smaller computer desk, it was very functional.

When we got to the condo, Jordan and I took the elevator up to the fourth floor where I lived and I gave him the dime tour of my place, ending with my room. There, I told him to sit on the bed while I powered up my computer. We made small talk about the condo as the computer booted up. Within a few minutes, I had showed him the software I had used and gotten the two discs burnt and ready to go. I also made up the jewel case covers and the cd labels to make it all look professional.

While this was all going on, I couldn’t help but notice Jordan’s gaze often go to my breasts. I had on a golf shirt with buttons that go relatively low and while I usually had the two bottom buttons done up, recently, these two buttons just wouldn’t stay put and often opened up on their own. I had wanted to fix up the button holes but had just let it slide. Now, sitting there in my room, there was only once button left done up and I was showing quite a lot of cleavage. With a devilish little streak in me, I decided to play a bit. I knew that if I moved a certain way, the last button would come undone so I did. It took Jordan about a minute to notice but notice he did. I saw him shift on the bed and thought to myself that I was not the only one with things misbehaving.

Jordan couldn’t help himself. Here I was, sitting within inches of him, with my DD breasts enticingly exposed. He kept stealing glances at my cleavage and tried hard to look up into my eyes when I spoke.

When the two CDs were done, I stood up and Jordan followed suit. Jordan was a fast thinker and offered a thank you hug. I felt his arms go around me, warm and strong. He held me just a bit longer than a hug would be and when we pulled back, he didn’t totally free me. Then, he bent down and kissed me. The kiss was tentative at first but as soon as I kissed back, it became more passionate and demanding. His arms tightened around me once more and we spent a few minutes kissing.

Then, I felt his hands move on me and soon, he had them on my sides, just below my bra. He moved them up just slightly and had his thumbs resting slightly on my breasts. It was obvious that he was testing whether I’d let him do more than kiss me. Without breaking the kiss, I arched my back ever so slightly and he took the hint that it was okay to caress me. After seven months of being by myself and a month before that when there had been nothing happening at home because of all the tension, I was just simply horny! I wanted Jordan and I wanted him now.

Jordan was 5’10” and athletic. He had beautiful black eyes and red lips. Oh my god, those lips had caught my attention a while ago. Such a beautiful smile they would make! And here he was, using them to kiss me. He was a good kisser too. I was just melting with desire in his arms.

I decided it was time to show him my desire by lowering my own hands down his back and towards escorttaksim.com his rear end. Once there, I pulled him against me and ground my pelvis against his ever so slightly. It was enough to make him groan softly. Through our clothes, I could feel his hardness and the anticipation made me hotter for him. However, I had two rules before I’d have sex with him and I needed to know he’d adhere to them.

So I pulled back slightly and broke the kiss. He said my name and said “I want you”. I told him “I want you too but you have to promise me two things”. He kissed me and said “anything.” I pulled away a bit more and said “This is serious! You have to promise me that what happens here stays here. You are never to say anything about this to anyone from our company or anyone who might say something to someone from our company. My privacy is important to me. So you have to promise.” Jordan was kissing my cheek and my neck and mumbled “I promise to keep this a secret.” Again, I pulled back and held his head away this time. “Condition number two is ‘no glove, no love’. And I’ll even put it on you myself but you have to agree to it.” Then, he sighed and lowered his head, saying “I don’t have any with me.” I smiled and told him “I have some, don’t worry.” His face lit up and he said “deal!” And he started kissing me again. Soon, I felt him tugging at my shirt, lifting it out of my jeans. I did the same with his shirt. Feeling his hands on my skin was wonderful. So warm and soft!

Soon, our shirts were off and Jordan was kissing the parts of my breasts that weren’t in the bra. Then, he noticed that it was a front closure bra and undid it and let it fall to the floor behind me. He was caressing my nipples, making them hard. He was kissing them, tugging on them with his lips. I was in heaven. He said “I can’t wait to wrap these around my cock.” I couldn’t wait either!

We tugged at each other’s jeans and soon, we were naked on the bed. His hands were all over my body and mine all over his. I then told him to straddle me and pushed up my breasts around his cock. Oh, what a beautiful cock it was! A full 6 inches long and thick and perfectly cut. I couldn’t resist, as soon as he pushed forward between my breasts, I kissed his tip and licked it. He moaned. He moved back and forth between my breasts for a few minutes and then stayed in the forward position so I could better suck this wonderful beast.

Then, he said he wanted to taste me too and he turned around so we could 69. And then I felt his lips on my trimmed pussy. Oh, what a sensation! His fingers opened up my pussy lips and he started licking my slit. Each lick sent millions of tingles though my whole body. Then, he stopped over my clit and sucked on it gently. I thought I would come right then and there. But he stopped and said “not yet baby”. And he continued to play with me, bringing me to the edge several times but not letting me go over. He was an expert! Then, he let it happen and I came harder than I’d had in years. I let go of his cock and cried out my pleasure. He turned around and straddled me again, saying “where are those gloves now?”

I reached over to my night table and grabbed a condom and fitted it over his pulsating cock. I took my time doing so, playing with him. As soon as it was fully on, he pulled away and positioned escortbesiktas.com himself between my legs. “I’ve got to get inside you”. Soon, the tip of his cock was at my pussy and I moaned from pleasure. I was dripping wet from my own orgasm so he had no problem sliding in. As he did so, he let out a moan of his own, saying “oh, you are so tight and warm!” Having not had children, my pussy was still quite tight and I loved it as it made men happy and provided me with nice friction too.

He leaned on me and kissed me, moving his cock slowly in and out of me. I wrapped my legs around his body and held him as tight as I could. With my own pelvis moving in rhythm with his, we accelerated the pace. “Oh yeah, fuck me Jordan.” I said to him. Then, he said “I’d love to take you in ten different positions but it’s been so long, I really can’t hold back for much longer.” I was so close to my second orgasm that I didn’t care for a change of position at that time either so I said “Go ahead baby, I’m right there with you”. He pounded into me even faster and I started coming again. The contractions of my pussy around his cock pushed him over the edge too and he came.

Jordan withdrew and lay down beside me, still kissing me softly. We both got up to use the washroom and lay back down on the bed, cuddling for a while. We had laid there for a few minutes when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it with a start and said “it’s Dean, I was supposed to go for drinks with him and George”. Two other IT guys from work. I told him to answer it. From the conversation, I understood that Jordan had told Dean he was coming over to my place after work. He told Dean that we’d lost track of time and he’d be right there. Dean must have asked him to invite me because Jordan looked up and asked me “you want to join us?” I shook my head and said “No, I have to get ready for a date too.” Jordan repeated this to Dean and hung up. Then, he grabbed his clothes and just growled at me: “you have a date tonight? What kind of girl sleeps with one guy and then goes on a date with another?” He was angry. He was jealous!

I had to laugh. I walked over to him and said “I don’t have a date tonight, other than with my TV. But you’re right, what kind of girl would do that? Not me! So you go have drinks with these guys and tell them I wouldn’t tell you who the date was with. They will then not think that anything else might have gone on here.” I kissed him and said “remember that this has to be our little secret! And what a good secret it was!” Jordan relaxed and smiled. “You’re wicked!” he said as he finished getting dressed.

I put on a robe and walked Jordan to the door. Before opening the door, we had one last long kiss. Jordan said “if we keep going like this, we’ll have to head back to your bedroom and the guys will really wonder just how much we could have to say about Burton Cummings.” He gave me one last peck and left.

I never thought Burton Cummings could still have that effect!

Jordan kept his word and never told a soul at our company about our time together. Dean and George tried to get me to say who I’d had a date with and blabbed to a bunch of people at work. At first, I would just tell people that it was none of their business. But the curiosity of people was just too strong and finally, I had to say that my date had been a blind date and that the guy had stood me up. I told them that it was embarrassing and to please drop it! Of course, there were still a lot of gossip but at least they left me alone for a while.

About two months later, a new neighbour moved in next door and he was single. But that’s for another story.

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