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So the proverbial ball was in my court.

Jake was waiting for me to make the first move in our little game of whatever it was we were doing and, if you can excuse the tennis analogy I felt like a novice stepping out onto Centre Court at Wimbledon.

The idea of seducing him made me terrified and euphoric in equal measure, finally I had an opportunity to become the seductress I’d always fantasised I could be yet I was essentially clueless on how to actually do it. I knew that Jake would come up with amazing ways to turn me on but the reality was almost paralyzing. I had no idea how turn a man on, my ex-fiancé was a wham bam kind of guy so other than taking my bra off I hadn’t really needed to do anything.

Flopping onto my bed, I thought of all the erotica I had read, mostly after my ex had fallen asleep and was snoring away beside me. Believe me, I read a lot! I ran through the stories in my head and systematically checked them off my list as being either unsuitable for my purposes or just not my cup of tea.

I wanted to make Jake feel amazing but had no clue where to start. Normally I’d talk to Rosie, but asking for sex tips to seduce her brother seemed like a bad idea, even considering how desperate I was, literally and figuratively. Glancing at my watch and realising I was going to be late for work, I reluctantly got up and grabbed my Kindle for a little research.

Turns out reading erotica on a packed Piccadilly line train when you are already horny is a bad idea. Never had I felt this level of intense need. Sure, I’d read about it and listened as my friends waxed lyrical about their amazing sex lives but I honestly thought it was either fiction or bragging.

Now I understood what honest to god sexual desire felt like. All I wanted to do was get Jake naked and feel his cock deep inside of me, relieving the tension coiling through my body. Hell, right now I’d settle for 5 minutes in a toilet stall, with my hands in my knickers. Neither option was viable however, at least not at 8.45 on a Tuesday morning so I tried to clear the fog of lust from my brain and went to work.

Thankfully, my day was busy enough that I didn’t have time to dwell on my lack of seduction. Working in a department store, Handbags and Accessories if you must know, means that there is always something to do. As Assistant Department Manager I have to manage my time between paperwork and being the happy face of customer service. My team is mostly made up of older ladies so whilst we chat about mundane subjects like the weather and their grandchildren, hot tips to spice up your sex life are off the menu.

As the clock struck 11, I dashed to the Ladies and phoned my university roommate friend Sophia. She managed an extremely high end lingerie store in Soho and knew exactly how to get a man’s attention.

Dialling her number, I said a silent prayer, took a deep breath and asked her how things were going.

“I do love new stock day Sammie! Absolutely the best part of my working week! You have to see it, it’s all so gorgeous. Silks, satins. Lots of corsetry, all with proper boning. Makes a woman feel like a vixen even if it hurts! This is underwear made for seduction. Takes about an hour to put on and longer to take off with all of the hooks and eyes but man, he’ll be as hard as a rock when he sees you in it!”

I felt myself blush as Sophia described the pieces, each one seemingly more sumptuous than the last. It probably cost a fortune but I was going to go and have a look anyway, imagining Jake as hard as granite as I showed him.

Oh boy, I’d make him sit on the bed as I dropped my robe, unveiling my body wrapped in a raspberry satin corset with lace edging and the matching thong. His eyes would widen and he’d groan and even in the dim light from the bedside lamp I’d be able to see his cock harden through his trousers. As his breathing deepened I’d run my fingers up the bodice and peel back the lace edged cups to bare my hard nipples to his gaze. He’d reach for me but I’d tease him as I teased myself, sliding my hand down to my satin covered pussy, now slick with my arousal as I stroked my nipple. Then I’d…

“Of course, as sexy as really good lingerie is, all a man really wants is for a woman to get naked for him. He doesn’t care how much it costs or how good we look in it, he just wants to see it on the floor. It’s sad really but men are idiots. Women buy lingerie for themselves, it makes them feel sexy but honestly does nothing for him at all!”

Right there, my erotic fantasy dashed. I couldn’t help myself I had to ask. Other than Rosie, Sophia was the closest friend I had and having seen her in action, I knew she’d be able to give me a pointer or three.

“Nothing!? Men get nothing out of the sexy lingerie look at all?”

“Oh they escort başakşehir get a stiffy just from looking but all they really want to do is get the damn stuff off you and see you naked. It’s all just one big tease to him!”

Taking a deep breath I threw myself into unchartered waters,

“What if I wanted to tease a man? Draw it out? What would you suggest I do to get a guy really excited? Hypothetically of course!”

Radio silence greeted me and I held my breath.

“Hypothetically? Shit girl, you’re getting back on the horse! About fucking time! Here I am bleating on about crotchless panties and you want to know how to get a man to strip you of yours! Hell, Sammie, you are too cute for your own good! Any man would walk over hot coals to get a shot with you and you don’t see it. I could fucking kill that dick you were engaged to!”

I laughed, this wasn’t the first time she’d said this and I suspected one word from me and Richard would be in the Emergency Room but right now my focus was on Jake and what I could do to blow his mind.

“There is a guy Soph, but you know me, I get scared and shy and… I don’t want to ruin this. I need you to teach me how to be more like you!”

“Honey! You are perfect as you are! You be you and I’ll be me. That’s the first rule. If you try to be someone you’re not, it’ll just end up getting super weird. Maybe down the line you can try being me but that’ll involve spanking and butt plugs and love eggs!”

I snorted and she laughed at me,

“Okay girlie, you came to the right place. Later you and I are going to check out super sexy lingerie but first I’m going to give you a master class in seduction! Use what you want to, but it’s all satisfaction guaranteed. I hope you’re paying attention…”

The tube ride home was torture. Sophia’s advice was worthy of an AVN award but she’d given me confidence. Maybe too much but if I didn’t try I would never know.

Entering the flat I was grateful to find myself alone. Rosie always came back at about 8 and we ate dinner before doing our own thing. As usual, she and I chatted about our days and I had to bite my cheek to avoid blurting out anything about Jake. She casually mentioned he was going out for drinks after work and I nodded, aiming for nonchalance but secretly praying he’d come home alone. Pleading a headache, I avoided a TOWIE marathon and was safely in bed when I heard the front door close and the sounds of Jake settling in for the night.

I checked the clock and watched as the hands clicked by, straining my ears to hear his movements. Rosie was fast asleep, her soft snores audible over the pounding of my heartbeat and I heard the creak of Jake’s bed as he settled in for the night. Had he wanted to check in on me? Would he want me to do what I was about to attempt?

Before I could lose my nerve, I leapt into action and picked up my little bag of tricks before I exhaled deeply and snuck into his room.

“Sammie?”

Grinning I moved closer to the bed,

“Who else were you expecting Jake?”

“No-one! I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t dreaming this.”

“Definitely not a dream Jake, more like a fantasy.”

I saw the gleam of his teeth as he reached for the lamp,

“No lights Jake. Not this time.”

“But I want to see you Sammie, I want to see all of you.”

“This is my fantasy Jake and you don’t get to see anything.”

“Oh really!”

I smiled into the darkness as I opened the small bag and pulled the sleep mask over his eyes, running my fingers over his face. He moaned as I traced the fullness of his lips and I bent to give him the briefest whisper of a kiss. He surged forward, his tongue ready to dance with mine but I pushed him back down into the pillows.

“Really! If we are going to do this Jake, and I really hope we do, you have to let me do it my way.”

He grinned, his teeth a stark contrast in the darkness and I exhaled, grateful that this gorgeous man was willing to let me take control.

“Whatever you want to do Sammie, I’m just elated you want to do it with me.”

I bent and licked his bottom lip,

“With you. To you. For you.”

He huffed and I could already see the sheet stirring over his cock. Maybe I could do this after all. Sophia’s words flooded my brain but as I looked down at Jake, I suddenly felt the fear leave me, my nerves gone I felt nothing but heat.

“You can’t try to touch me Jake.”

He groaned and I saw his head move from side to side,

“You have to promise me! If you touch me I’ll leave and you’ll have to wait for me to make my move again! It’s still my turn.”

Leaning down, I pressed my breasts against his chest and delighted in the gasp he released. Galvanised I licked the shell of his ear and carried on,

“Tonight I want to share something very personal with you. I’ve never done this before and I’m a little nervous but I think you might enjoy it. I need you to hold on to your head board and istanbul escort bayanları promise not to let go. Can you give me that?”

He mumbled and coughed,

“Sammie, I would move the world to give you whatever you wanted!”

Smiling I kissed his neck and placed two tea lights on his bedside table. Lighting them, I watched as they lit the room in a gentle glow, casting Jake’s torso in an amber light. Not enough to see him as well as I really wanted but just enough to stop me tripping over and embarrassing myself before I even began.

Jake’s arms were extended over his head, his hands gripping the slats on the headboard, the muscles defined and tantalising. His hair was already mussed and my freebie airline sleep mask should have looked incongruous, but coupled with the deep rise and fall of his chest and the tempting way he clasped his bottom lip between his teeth I had never seen anything so desirable.

Slowly I climbed onto the bed, settling myself in the small space on the pillow just behind his head. Bracketed between his arms and the headboard, my overheated pussy practically straddling his face I was glad Jake couldn’t see me.

Naked bar a vest top, I reached down to pull the sheet from his body and was overwhelmed to see he slept naked. Already his cock was hard and pointing towards me, the sheen of his pre cum glistening in the semi dark. He hissed as the air danced over his skin,

“How is it fair that I can’t see you but you get to see me?”

“Turnaround is fair play Jake and next time you get to call the shots.”

He gripped the slats on the headboard and I saw the rise and fall of his beautiful chest as he sniffed the air, pulling the aroma of my lust into his lungs,

“Then I’m going to insist on seeing everything Sammie. Up close and personal!”

I grinned as I slid my fingers over my pussy, already weeping in anticipation,

“Sounds amazing Jake, but for now you get to hear and smell me… Up close and personal and just for you!”

He shook slightly and I felt his biceps brush my thighs. In unison we both gasped, me at the brief flash of warmth on my skin and I hoped Jake’s gasp was in realisation of my position above him.

“God Sammie! What are you trying to do to me?! Are you naked? Please tell me you’re naked and that I can take this damn mask off!”

“How am I supposed to seduce you if I tell you what I’m going to do to you? Honestly Jake, have you never just relaxed and let someone else take the reins?”

He snorted, the action causing his cock to jump and my nipples to harden yet again,

“Honestly Sammie, I’m always in control and I happen to like it that way. But I must admit, this is turning out to be one hell of a diversion. I’m trying not to let go and just take over, which is pretty fucking hard. You could at least reward me with a little treat!”

“You don’t know what I have planned! I’m fairly certain you’ll enjoy it Jake!”

“Oh Sammie, I love it already. But men are visceral creatures, take away our sight and we’re useless. If I can’t see you, at least tell me what I’m missing out on! Please?”

Laughing, Jake was the least useless man I knew, I dipped slightly and brushed my pussy against his open mouth. Immediately I felt his tongue against my skin and rose, keeping some distance between us. At least for now.

“For trying so hard and for being so hard, I’ll give you a little detail Jake. I’m almost naked and if I move an inch, you would be able to taste me.”

He groaned and lifted the aforementioned inch. Gasping, I lifted my thighs and avoided his cunning mouth.

“What did I say about it being my turn?! Honestly Jake, you have no control at all!”

He laughed and I felt my arousal trickle down my thighs.

“I have a white vest on and no panties. Right now, I am straddling your head and staring at your beautiful naked body. I want you to touch me Jake, I want you to taste me. And you will… soon I’m sure. But right now, I want you to have to suffer what I did last night.”

“Suffer? I hurt you?”

“No Jake, not hurt me. But I had to listen to you with that woman last night, listen as you made her cum over and over again and I could only imagine what was going on. So…”

He chuckled as the penny dropped,

“So tonight, you get to hear me cum over and over again and have to use your imagination just like I did!”

“God Sammie! I think I like the way your mind works. Do with me what you will!”

“Jake, I totally plan on it!”

I focused on his cock as I sucked my fingers into my mouth and felt the bed tremble beneath me. As my damp fingers caressed my clit I let out a sob and through the flickering candlelight, watched as a single bead of fluid slid down his considerable length. Rubbing circles over my clitoris, I pushed two fingers into my pussy and slowly began fucking myself in my favourite rhythm. Lost in the semi darkness, the only sounds were his harsh intakes of breath and the wet friction escort eyüp as I thrust my fingers deep inside myself, alternating between short and long strokes.

Inches from his face I felt the tension in his body as he tried to remain still and having this beautiful man acquiescing to me made my body hotter than ever. My inner muscles squeezed my fingers as I stroked myself and if I felt half as good wrapped around Jake’s cock it would still be the best sex of my life. My clit pulsed and I knew I was close to coming, much more contact and I’d edge into pain.

Jake’s hips were gently pumping upwards as more and more pre cum spilled from the tip and I tensed my thighs and reached forward to lightly stroke my wet fingers up the length of his cock. He hissed at the contact, and remembering my pep talk, I pulled the band from my ponytail and shook my head, my hair lightly whipping his taut erection. Jake bucked towards me and almost howled so I did it again, and again.

Bracing my weight on one arm, I shyly licked his slit, swallowing his fluid as I pinched my clit between two fingers and scissored my fingers as deep as I could. My thighs trembled as I held myself suspended above Jake’s head, mere inches from the heaven I knew his mouth could bring me.

It would be so easy to push my pussy against his lips and succumb to his obvious skill but this was about me giving him something of me. His cock pressed against my lips as the muscles in his arms pulsed and knowing the strength that he willingly held back just because I’d asked him to, I curled my fingertips deep inside, feeling my entire body shatter.

Waves of pleasure coursed through me, my body bucking as I slowly withdrew my fingers, painting my skin with cum. I heard my hiss of pleasure meld with his and almost screamed in satisfaction. I’d never been noisy in bed, but then I’d never taken the initiative before. Staring at Jake’s burnished erection, I realised I’d never wanted to, not with someone who wasn’t him.

I stroked my trembling fingers over his lips and almost came again as he sucked the wetness away, his tongue laving every available inch of skin. I heard and felt his enjoyment as he tasted me and wanted to feel his tongue explore all of me.

Shocked at my behaviour I grinned into the night and leant down to lick his cock again, one long lush stroke from base to tip. He howled and bucked against my tongue, the salty fluid spilling faster now. I took the head between my lips and sucked him gently, my tongue flicking against the tip, urging more of his delicious seed into my mouth before taking him deep. Poised above him, I licked his head, swirling my tongue lushly over him to catch every trace of his excitement before sinking down to run my tongue of the sensitive ridge. He thrust up into my mouth and groaned, straining to hold himself still as I fluttered against the hot salty flesh.

“So good! God Sammie, you feel so fucking great on my cock!”

With a third of his cock in my mouth, I hollowed my cheeks and hummed as I took him deeper, revelling in the trembling of his body. Pulling back completely, I exhaled on the sensitive skin, damp from my mouth and gently stroked him with the ends of my hair. He bucked again, seemingly desperate to find my eager lips again and I almost came again in delight. Pushing back I felt the warmth of his breath against my open pussy and cried out as I felt the tip of his tongue against my clit. He licked me twice before I felt his lips close over me and I shifted, wanting to let him taste me almost as much as I wanted to taste him.

“Naughty Jake! Naughty but so very good. I think you deserve an extra treat for that manoeuvre!”

He laughed, a husky rumble as I licked my lips and wrapped them around his cock once again. Each time I took him a little deeper, loving the feel of his hot cock in my mouth and my strokes grew faster as I sucked him harder, feeding inch after inch of his beautiful erection into my throat.

Involuntarily I felt my gag reflex kick in and slowly pulled back, my body still shivering from my orgasm yet desperate for more. Jake held himself as I took him deep again, breathing through my nose as I sank further down, my tongue caressing the hot salty flesh I so badly wanted inside of me.

“Fuck Sammie, I’m so close… If you don’t want me to come in your mouth… you should stop!”

I sucked him harder, feeling his length deep in my throat and the bristle of his pubic hair brush my lips. Exhaling, I withdrew, licking his crown before taking him deep again. Once, twice, on the third time he shattered, his cock pulsing ribbons of cum across my tongue as I felt his chest heave beneath me. I swallowed a little, the hot fluid tempting my senses as Jake entered my body for the first time but forgot to breathe in my excitement.

I felt him burst against my chin and watched entranced as the thick fluid slid down his twitching cock. I had never wanted to swallow a man before but watching Jake’s cum drip from my face down onto his semi hard cock I realised that I wanted to taste him fully. I wanted to feel his hands on my head as he erupted in my mouth and I wanted to feel him flood me with his salty orgasm. I was lost to everything but the taste of him, the sound of his orgasm and his laboured praise as I licked each precious drop from his overheated skin.

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She watched him from the couch, with her headphones on, with some concern. His head was turned, but she could see his form under the sheets straining. Was it the sleep apnea, that kept her up at night, or some other thing?

All of the sudden his back arched up off the bed and he inhaled explosively; she pulled her headphones off and started to come off the couch as he settled back down.

“Baby?”

His eyes still closed and his chest still heaving, he managed to grunt out.

“Come back to bed.”

She was uncertain, but he didn’t seem distressed-

“Naked.” He said it definitively and her eyebrows raised.

“What is-” she started.

“Need you. Naked. Now.”

“But,” she trailed off.

He struggled with the sheets, pulling them off his body. She thought she was getting the picture when the sheets revealed his cock, exposed through the hole in the briefs. It pulsed with his heartbeat, and each vein distended, the head red and tight, the briefs tightly constricting the base of his length. Looked painful, she thought, her eyes slowly moving back to his.

“Please.”

She could hear the escort arnavutköy need in his voice; she drew her shirt over her head. She watched him drink her in, the way her nipples tightened in the cool air blowing from the fan, eliciting a groan from him. His hardness flexed, and she drew down her underwear and slid onto his side of the bed, between his legs. The puppy grumbled, hopping off the bed to assume her warm spot on the couch.

“That looks painful,” she said.

“You have no idea,” he bit off.

She moved up further between his legs, and reached out to touch him. It was burning hot in her hand and harder than she had ever felt it. He shivered the way she loved, and to elicit another, she brought her mouth down on the head of his cock without warning. Every muscle in his body tightened and he shivered again. She felt the tingle begin between her thighs as he shivered under her ministrations.

“Oh, fuck.” he breathed.

Her lips parted around his member, her tongue danced under the head. He gasped, breathing shallowly, trying desperately istanbul escort kızları to keep from thrusting his hips. She worked her hand up and down his length, his heat warming her palms, as she coated him. Pulling her mouth from him, she slowly jacked him, watching his body shake with each pass.

“I’m not sure I’m helping.. ” she teased, watching him dance.

He almost whimpered. As soon as he started to reply, she sucked him back into her mouth, her hand trailing down to his balls, trapped in the briefs.

Whatever he was going to say came out as an incoherent gasp…

Enjoying the way he jerked about like he was attached to a live wire, she fluttered her tongue against the underside of his cock.

“Aahhhhhh.”

He was long past coherence. Hot and hard in her mouth, she decided to free him from the briefs. Not only were they constricted around the base of him, they’d twisted and tightened every part of him. Pulling her mouth from him she tried to slide them down, but they were tangled, so she just yanked them off over his length. His member slapped against his stomach, escort bahçeşehir wet and shiny in the midmorning sun. The tingle between her thighs had graduated into wet, watching him fall apart under her ministrations. She made as if to slide up his legs to push his cock inside her, when his hands caught her shoulders.

“You know the rules. You come first, and often, always,” he whispered.

She decided the rules didn’t apply today and firmly wrapped her hand around his dick, followed by her lips. She pumped him mercilessly, long wet strokes, palms fluttering across his impossible firmness, tongue dancing across his head, lips wrapped tight around his length.

“Rules be damned, you’re coming first this time. I want you–“

She stroked him in earnest now, faster, slickly, watching him jerk around under her hand.

“– to come in my mouth.” She plunged him back in deeply.

Almost immediately he cried out, and exploded in her mouth, four fast spurts that overwhelmed her lips, his come leaking down his shaft and running down his balls. She could feel his heartbeat on her tongue, hammering fast, as he was gasping for air.

“Ahhhhhhh.”

Now he was at his most sensitive, her favorite time, and she made the most of it, letting the rest of his come coat her palm to stroke him, and watched him writhe and twist and cry out. She tickled his thighs with her hair, snaking her tongue out periodically to lick him and make him twitch.

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Abhi took his bag off of his back and took the stairs to get to his office. It was already 10 a.m. on the clock.

“She might get angry,” he whispered to himself.

This was the third time this week that he had got late to the office.

“Abhishek this is not done. Try to be in office by at least quarter to ten.” She had said the other day, “It doesn’t look good when you login while customers are standing in the queue, does it?”

“No mam, I’ll be on time from now.”

And here he is, late again.

He exhaled and pushed the branch door and walked in. His gaze inadvertently went to BM Mam’s cabin. Her seat was empty. He gulped and almost dashed to his seat.

“Where is mam?” He enquired with the staff sitting next his cubicle and pressed the CPU button.

“I don’t know. Maybe inside server room.”

He wiped the sweat off of is forehead, pulling his chair forward and pressing some keys on the keyboard.

He took the pending loan files and opened the one on top when he heard the bell BM mam presses to call the messenger.

“Sir, Mam is calling you.”

“Ohh okay I’m coming.”

Abhi pushed the door of her plush cabin and wished her. She was wrapped in a beautiful violet saree with polka dots. Her thick, curly hair were pulled in a gentle ponytail. His eyes lingered around her supple lips.

“Good morning Abhishek. Sit.” She ordered turning the pages of a file.

His felt a bit nervous, taking the seat. Abhi had joined two weeks back as a PO for his advances training. He had heard a lot about his current branch manager regarding her professionalism and work ethics. The information had made him a bit nervous but she had come across as a very reasonable and intelligent lady.

“See this application from the government teacher for loan is pending for sometime,” she looked up at him, “There is an issue with the CIBIL. Draft a deviation approval. We will hand it over to our Head Office in the evening.”

“Sure mam. I’ll do it right away.”

Moments later he was walking out of her cabin with the file. His gait was relaxed as she didn’t bring up his late arrival issue. He took his seat and looked at her from the corner of his eyes. She was in her early thirties. He had found her beautiful and attractive, with her body curvaceous at the required places.

Day passed by as the loan customers came to his counter in twos and threes. He had gained a decent knowledge under her and was able to treat the customer at his counter itself. At times if some new thing comes up, he would walk to her cabin and wait till she calls in and enquire about his doubts. She had always been very helpful and supportive.

He yawned and stretched his arms looking at the watch. It read 5:30 p.m. The day passes without your realisation in banks. He scratched his beard when his thoughts were disturbed BM Mam’s bell.

“Mam is calling you.”

He stood up and rushed in.

“Yes ma’am?”

“Abhishek did you prepare that deviation approval?”.

“Yes mam it’s ready.”

“What are you doing now?”

“Nothing much mam.”

“Take that proposal then. I’ll drop you to the Rbo. Then you can proceed to your home.”

“Sure mam.”

Abhi switched off his computer and pushed the proposal in his bag and came out. She was already picking her handbag and walked out of her cabin.

“Do you know how to drive?”

“No mam,” he replied sheepishly.

She smiled back.

He took the seat next to her as she pulled back the car from the parking area and turned it to exit gate. He shifted in his seat holding on to his bag. She seemed a good driver, smoothly taking the curves.

“How did you like the bank?”

“It’s good Mam.”

“Mhmm,” she nods.

The dark clouds were taking a cover and were hovering around.

“It might rain mam.”

“Yeah. You do one thing. Give the proposal in the Rbo and come back. I’ll drop you home.”

Abhi gave the affirmation and almost ran inside rbo as it had already started raining. By the time he came back, it was pouring heavily. He covered his head with his bag and rushed towards the car.

“Where do you live Abhishek?” She enquired as he pulled the door shut.

“Mam it’s some 4km from here. If you go straight and take left at the next crossroads.”

She switched on the windscreen wipers and started moving slowly. The wipers were almost of no use. Rain was heavy and visibility had reduced too much.

She stopped the car along the side of the road, “We will wait for sometime. I can’t see anything.”

“Sure mam.”

Rain was accompanied by heavy wind now. Abhi was looking in the opposite direction, trying to appear to be busy noticing the rain and not knowing what else to do. He felt some movement and turned to see her reaching out for her handbag kept on the back seat. She had turned and had stretched her arm fully and her big, womanly breast was visible from the side of her blouse. Her hand was not reaching to the bag.

“Mam let me.”

“Yeah please.”

And she pulled back. Abhi stretched escort türbanlı and grabbed her handbag.

“Thanks Abhishek.” She took out her phone and checked the signals.

“Mam there are no signals in my phone as well.”

“Yeah mine too.”

Another thunder rang through the noise of the rain.

“Are you hungry?”

“No it’s fine mam.”

“It’s already past 8 Abhishek. We will see if there is some place where we can eat.”

She movee the car slowly, anticipating traffic through the headlights. Wipers were running up and down to no vain. The sides of the road were mostly dark with shops having half of there shutters down. The chances of an eatery were bleak in the heavy rain.

“You don’t carry any eatables in your bag?” She asked jokingly.

“Haha no mam nothing is there at the moment.” She took a gentle left turn.

A red, neon board reading Hamlet’s lounge appeaed through the raindrops.

“Arre how come I have never seen this?” She quipped excitedly and turned the car around the corner and slowed it down. Both of us ran hurriedly towards the lounge. She was giggling happily and ran through the pool of water.

Abhi cleaned the water from his face and looked up. She was dripping with water. Her saree was clinging to her hourly shaped body. She pulled her damp hair back and his eyes lingered around her visible waist and cute naval button.

“Ooh I didn’t realise it was so far or I would have parked the car closer.” She wiped her face and shook her saree, forcing the droplets to fall down.

“Yeah haha,” I opened the gate for her. We walked in. It was almost empty. We took a table in the corner, away from the direct AC. She was a bit cold.

“We will have hot soup,” she quipped.

I founded her to be an extremely jolly person. She was chit chatting with me as if we had been friends for sometime. I also felt a bit more relaxed and frank and discussed about my college life and ex-girlfriends and future plans. Many a times, my eyes went haywire looking at her moist, smooth skin.

Her lips were luscious as they moved. My mind was extrapolating the same lusciousness to her more intimate parts and imagining them in my mind’s eyes. I felt guilty of thinking that way but somehow my boyhood was overtaking my guilty conscience. She noticed my eyes lingering around her damp neck and immediately pulled her saree up. I was taken aback for a moment and could not meet her eyes.

She asked for the bill. My mouth went dry. I didn’t know what to say. I was cursing myself. How can I be so stupid, I wondered.

“We will go Abhishek. It’s getting late.” She pushed the chair back and stood up.

“Yes ma’am.” I almost mumbled and followed her like an obedient boy.

Rain had slowed down. We rushed to her car and within minutes we were standing outside my house.

“Mam…umm thank you.”

“No problem Abhishek.”

“And I’m sorry. It’s not what you think it is.” I couldn’t look into her eyes as I apologized.

“Good night Abhishek. Try to be on time tomorrow.”

“Yes mam.”

I walked out and she drove past.

Next one month in the branch was horrible. I had become punctual and did not leave any stone unturned to get BM Mam’s attention but she was behaving as if I don’t work in her branch. Her conversation with me had turned totally professional with frequent yeses and nos.

She would hardly look at me and not a word from her would be about something other than work. I have had dreams of kissing her. I would dream of her wearing a skimpy saree with deep cleavage and I would ravish her juicy mouth till I quench my thirst. But in morning I would call myself bad words for seeing such a dream. With days passing like this I grew too impatient and decided to talk to her.

“Umm…mam…”

She didn’t say anything.

“Mam… actually…can I have a word with you?”

“Tell me Abhishek.” She didn’t even look up from her file.

“Are… are you angry with me?”

Her pen stopped writing but her gaze stayed down.

“No Abhishek.”

“Then why are you not talking to me?” I felt more confident.

“I am talking to you Abhishek.” She looked up for the first time.

I felt timid as she looked at me with her black, beautiful eyes.

“No. I mean yes. You are.” I cleared my throat,” but not the way you used to.”

She remained silent for a moment.

“Because I don’t want you to get any fancy ideas.”

“There are no fancy ideas ma’am.”

“Do you think I’m blind? Tens of men ogle at me throughout the day. You think I don’t understand what goes in your mind?”

My mouth went dry. I could feel goosebumps on the back of my neck.

“No mam…umm…it’s nothing like that mam…you…I,”

“Carry on with your work Abhishek.”

I felt even worse after the conversation. Now even the regular day to day work in her cabin felt awkward. I tried not to make any eye-contact with her, though I would watch her walk and do her work without making escorts istanbul her aware of it. I made a habit of going to the lunch once she had finished hers. The possibility of any awkward situations were nullified. I started counting the days remaining for my next posting. My general banking training was about to end in another week. Then one fateful day we received the information about the incoming Audit in the branch. BM mam called for a meeting in the evening and briefed the staff about the Audit. She was a bit apprehensive because she wasn’t expecting the Audit so soon and a lot of work was pending on many fronts. Roles were divided for the staff. Target was set and the whole branch started preparing and finish the pending works.

“Sir? BM madam is calling you to her cabin.”

This was a first in months that she had called me to her cabin. I immediately jumped out of my seat, straightening my shirt and strode toward her cabin.

“May I come in mam?”

“Yes Abhishek.” She closed the file she was looking into, “You are already aware that the Audit is due for our branch.”

I responded with a nod.

“You have to take care of the advances section. Is this your first audit?”

“Yes mam.”

“Stop new sanctions for some time. And make sure that all the existing loan documents are complete in all respects. Signatures, stamps, forms are properly filled etc.”

“Sure mam I’ll take care.”

She briefed me about the registers to be maintained and other documents auditor might ask. It was a longest conversation with her for months. I felt better as she even smiled recalling her Audit experience when she had joined the bank. I immediately swept aside the new applications and started arranging the old applications. I started putting the stamps on the documents. Her smiling face flashed across my mind and it made me smile unknowingly. I leaned on my chair and tried to look in her cabin. She was comfortably sitting in her chair, looking at some paper, her curly hair were pulled back but few stray hair were hanging by the side of her face. I looked at her pinkish brown lips and felt my heartbeat getting audible.

“And did you tally the stamp register?”

“It’s done mam. It’s tallying. Only these are the files where you have to put your signature,” I placed the bundle on her table,” Other applications are already complete. Tomorrow I’ll get the registers ready.”

“Good,” she smiled picking up the first application and stroked her signature, “Ill sign these. You can proceed.”

“Thank you mam. When will you leave? It’s already late. I’ll wait till you finish.”

“No. Please proceed. I can take care of myself.” Her voice turned stern and I turned to walk away.

“What are you doing this Sunday?”

“Nothing much ma’am.”

“Will it be possible for you to come to branch?”

“Yes, sure mam.”

“We still have some work pending in the operations area. I could use some help.”

“No problem at all ma’am. I’ll be here. Good night ma’am.”

“Good night Abhishek.”

I stepped out of the branch. It was drizzling. I walked to the nearest auto.

“No sir not possible. There are no passengers on return from there.”

I took shelter under a tree and waited for the next bus or auto. Clouds were dark and hinting towards a heavy downpour. I was almost praying for something to come so I can atleast get inside a vehicle. I looked at my watch. It was already reading five past eight. I yawned and couldn’t see a single vehicle down the road. Rain was already pouring now and the tree was unable to hold the heavy drops of water. I lifted my bag above the head but it was raining heavily. I looked around for some shelter but couldn’t find any. The pitter patter of raindrops filled the evening silence and I looked at the water drops bombarding the concrete road.

I heard a car horn blaring and turned to see BM ma’am’s car parked near the branch gate. She was waving at me to come in. I rushed to her.

“Idiot, you should have come back to branch na!”

My shirt was all wet and pants smudged and damp.

“I’m sorry mam,” I shifted uneasily, realising the mess I was making in her car. The raindrops on the roof were making a huge ruckus now.

“We will go to my place. I’m not taking my car towards your house. The road is not good,” she turned the wheel and took a left turn.

“Once the rain stops, we will hire an auto for you and you can go to your house.”

“Sure mam. I’m sorry that I’m troubling you.”

“It’s alright.”

I could feel my teeth clicking with cold.

“You can take off your shirt. It’s all wet. You will fall sick.”

“No it’s okay ma’am.”

She turned her face towards me with flaring nostrils and I immediately started unbuttoning.

“Ahem. Mam?”

“What?” She was concentrating on the road.

“I’m not wearing any vest.”

She inhaled irritatingly.

“It’s alright. It’s more of a reason that you shouldn’t wear a wet shirt. You’ll get fever.”

I unbuttoned and parted my shirt, escort olgun pulling it back and removing it off. The warm air of the car made a soothing contact with my skin. I took the shirt to wipe the water from my forearm and chest.

“We are almost there,” Her voice was monotonous and low pitched. She was also feeling the presence of a semi-naked male sitting next to her. I could sense her deliberate efforts of not looking at me. She looked at the wing mirror while making a left turn towards the main gate of her house and got a glimpse of my naked chest. She pulled the gear and looked at my strong, forearms and wished immediately that she wouldn’t have.

She parked the car inside the main gate. I got down with my wet shirt held infront of my chest. She walked back to close the main gate and turned and took out the keys to open the wooden door.

“I’ll give you something to wear. I don’t have any shirts and all.”

“Okay mam.”

I held the pink towel in front. It had a picture of a fairy holding her wand. I looked at it and smiled, bringing it close to my face and smelled. I was disappointed as I could not find any special aroma.

“Abhishek?”

“Yes mam, ” the towel tumbled in my hands as she knocked the door.

“Umm see if you can wear this. I don’t have anything bigger than this.”

“Yes mam I’ll try it.”

I held it in front of me. It was a lose maroon top. I lifted it over my head and pulled down. It was skin fit and short. Fortunately, I did not take my damp pants off. Neither mam said anything about removing them.

The sound of rain outside the window was still substantial. I pushed the door open and walked out.

“Ma’am?” I looked around.

“Ma’am?” I walked into the main hall looking for her. She was nowhere to be seen or heard. I saw a cup of coffee kept on the table.

“Abhishek?”

“Yes ma’am?” I looked in the direction of her voice.

“Have some coffee. Take some biscuits from the kitchen.”

“Yes ma’am. Thank you.” I took the cup and walked towards the kitchen when I got a glimpse of the light from her room adjacent to the kitchen. I stood outside the kitchen, looking at the biscuits plate and the little gap in the window.

Why did she left the biscuits in the kitchen? I took a step towards the window and my mouth fell open at the sight. A pink towel was wrapped around her body, covering her breasts and hanging till her upper thighs. She was busy drying her hair with another towel. She was facing a tall mirror and her shapely back and bottom were facing my lusty eyes. I glared at her heavy breasts in the mirror and wondered if they would fit in my hands if I try to grope them. I could make the outline of her hard, big nipples protruding. The towel ended just below the junction of her smooth thighs and I stooped low to see if I can get a glimpse inside her towel. My heart almost came to my mouth when she bent forward, throwing her hair infront and drying them off. The towel rose a bit from behind. She was not wearing any panties but her thighs were squeezed together from behind, not giving any peeking sight of her womanhood, although her bulging hips inside the towel gave a good idea of her fleshy butts. For a few moments I forgot that she was my ma’am. My hand went down infront of my pants as I adjusted my hardening wood, poking uncomfortably against my briefs. I imagined myself standing behind her and pushing her in front forcefully and pulling her towel off, holding her back by her hair and ravishing her naked flesh with my strong, bare manhood. I licked my lips.

“Abhishek!”

I was distracted from my daydream and almost dropped the cup from my hand. “Ye…Yess mam!”

I reluctantly but hurriedly walked inside the kitchen.

Did she see me?? My heart was pumping harder. The strong hardness in my pants was making a tent and my mind was overtaken by guilt and shame.

“She’s my ma’am, for God’s sake,” I almost spilled the coffee and mumbled.

“Had biscuits?”

“Ye…Yes mam. Taken.”

I quietly walked in to the main hall. My heart was beating fast and the hardness fizzled out. I took deep breaths calming my nerves and took a seat.

She busrt out laughing looking at me.

“Oh my God, I’m sorry but I didn’t have anything bigger than this,” she was suppressing her laugh and giggle.

“Haha it’s alright ma’am.” She was in a lose white top and PJs. I looked at my skin tight top and tried to pull back the bared stomach.

“Where is your coffee ma’am,”

“I have taken my tea.”

“Okay,” I took a sip and looked around. I could feel her eyes sneaking glances at me. I felt a bit nervous.

“You go to gym?”

“Yes mam.”

“I have been trying to lose some belly fat. I have treadmill, dumbells but it’s all biting dust.”

“Ma’am these are not needed at all. You just do 15 crunches a day. More than enough.”

“I need a mat for that?”

“Yeah, do you want me show you how to?”

“Umm…yeah sure why not.”

I placed the cup aside and went down on floor, “You have to lie on your back, and place your legs like this, bending at the knees. Put your hands behind your head,” my top rose even further as I raised my arms, “And lift your body. One.”

She was looking at me with an inquisitive look as I demonstrated the crunches.

“Nice,” she mumbled quietly.

“Try it ma’am.”

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Ruby was easily the most beautiful girl in his class. Shiny, black waves and black eyes to match; voluptuous curves and a flat stomach in contrast to the deep curve of her ass.

Everyday, Jack couldn’t help but stare down at Ruby, in the first row, third seat from the right. It was difficult, as she was short already (5’2″), and he stood at 6 feet 6 inches. He often had to pretend there was something in his eye or that he dropped something in order to get a quick look at her perfect tits, round and perky but very real.

Everyday, he thought, “God, perfect. Absolutely perfect.” She knew just how to show herself off – unbearably sexy but at the opposite end of the spectrum as slutty.

Monday she wore a sassy pink sweater and a ribbed brown cordouroy miniskirt with matching sandals. Jack blinked several times in her direction as she walked through the door, one sexy leg in front of the other. She couldn’t help but notice the slight drop of his jaw as she straightened her skirt under her ass and sat down, the hem riding up well above her mid-thigh.

He handed back their tests from the previoius week and Ruby stared at hers in disbelief. “WHAT??”

“Miss Johnson?”

“Why the, I mean why did I get an F??”

“Well, if you’d like to stay after school today we can discuss it.”

“I will.”

At 3:30 the bell rang and Ruby made her way back to Mr. Allen’s classroom. He straightened his collar and tried to adjust the ever-growing bulge in his pants. Last period was his conference period and all he could think about was Ruby’s sweet little pussy and her tiny pink nipples. Or, at least he imagined it that way.

He heard a knock on his door.

“SHIT,” he thought. The door was locked and he would have to let her inside with this raging hard-on straining inside his pants. He pulled his cock down, which didn’t particularly conceal it, but it helped – marginally.

He turned the doorknob apprehensively and opened the door, being careful to tilt his body so as to draw attention away from the tent in his pants. Ruby stepped inside and as she did, her arm brushed against his body. She raised her eyebrows at him, and looked slowly downwards.

Jack flushed redder than he ever had and couldn’t say a word. She gave him a sly half-smile and said, “This isn’t really about the test, is it?”

He stuttered out a, “Uhm, uh, y-yes of c-c-course it is.”

Ruby dropped her bad and leaned her back against the door and told him, “I don’t care about the test, Mr. Allen.” She grabbed his arm and pulled his hard body violently towards hers. She stood on her toes, licked her lips, and planted a wet kiss onto her teacher’s lips. Jack’s eyes widened in surprise but he wanted her too much to resist. Ruby’s arms fell around his waist and she stood even higher on her toes.

“Here, baby,” Jack said. With that, he put both his hands underneath her perfect round ass escort tesettürlü and hoisted her into the air. He slid her up the door and she wrapped her legs around his body. In this position, her pussy was opened and pressed against his lower abs. He groaned when he saw that she wore no underwear.

As they continued to kiss each other passionately, she began to push her pelvis out and rub it a little on his shirt. The friction on her clit made her moan in his mouth.

“Let me down,” she whispered in his ear when he was sucking on her neck. He did so and she pushed him to the ground. He was too aroused for it to hurt, and what little pain he did feel dissipated as soon as she whipped his shirt over his head and licked the wet spot on his stomach clean of her juices. She put her body on top of his and kissed him so he could taste her.

“God, that’s good,” he thought to himself.

She leaned forward and for a second worried whether she was hurting him with her weight. She quickly came to her senses, however, and realized that her 130 pounds was nothing on top of his cut, but not overly muscular, 260.

She whispered breathily into her new lover’s ear, “I’ve wanted you all year, Mr. Allen.” His cock twitched when she addressed him formally. “When I finger myself at night, I think about your big cock pressing into my tiny pussy, and my tongue licking it clean of all our juices when you’ve finished with me.”

The ‘when you’ve finished with me’ sounded deliciously erotic to Jack, who liked nothing more than to control a woman in bed. HIs hips gave an involuntary buck against her thick thighs.

She began kissing his earlobe and moved slowly down the side of his neck to his collarbone. She bit and sucked until there was a sizeable red mark beside his shoulder. She continued her descent downwards and paused to lick a circle around his belly button. She kissed it and then left a wet trail down the soft line of dark hair that led to his cock. She kissed and rubbed it through his pants until he couldn’t take any more of her blatant teasing.

“Take. Them. OFF,” he commanded her in a deep voice, a little hoarse from excitement. She gave his bulging cock one more rub and then proceeded to unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.

“Lift up.”

He did and she pulled his pants and blue silk boxers to his ankles. She removed his shoes and slid his pants off. She smiled as her teacher’s cock stoof proudly in front of her. A drop of precum started to drip down the side of his shaft, but she cleaned it up with one slow lick. She took his cock in one hand and knelt with one knee on either side of his hips. She rubbed her pussy back and forth over the head of his cock, paying special attention to her clit.

She then scooted downwards and encircled his head with her tongue. She licked it clean and moaned istanbul escort girls as she savored her own taste. She bent and flicked the tip of him back and forth slowly, and then with increasing speed and pressure. One hand was at his balls, cupping and rubbing them in rhythm with her other hand, which was busy rubbing her pussy.

She ran one finger up and down her lips and then parted them. She slowly slid one finger inside of her soaking wet, tight pussy. She moaned onto his cock which caused him to shove his hips forward in an attept to slide himself into her mouth.

“Oh, do you want it that bad, Mr. Allen?” Twitch. “Well, I should probably make you wait for it, but I like the taste of your big, hard cock too much to refuse.”

She slide her wet mouth down his shaft until her nose touched his skin. She moved her tongue around inside her mouth and rolled it all over the base of his clock. She slide upwards and took his head between her lips. She licked slow, wet circles around his head and continued finger-fucking herself.

She licked on clean, straight line from his balls to the tip of his head and she saw him arch his back. HIs cock grew even thicker as she took it all into her mouth. That was it for him and he exploded down her throat.

When he was finished she let him out of her mouth with a wet “pop” and said, “My turn.” She crawled forward until her pussy was level with Jack’s face. He loved licking a woman and was more than ecstatic to be able to bury his face in the tight, pink slit of his favorite student.

He began by licking around her outer lips only. He tickled the hollows where her thighs met her pussy and the little stretch of skin before her ass. He slowly parted her pussy lips with his tongue and licked a line from her hole to right below her clit. He was going to tease her until she went crazy.

He tickled her opening with tiny circles of his tongue and every so often dipped his tongue inside her. Her taste made him grow hard all over again and he began rubbing his cock as he sucked on her pussy lips. He drew circles around her clit with his tongue, but never once touched it. He noticed that this made Ruby moan especially loud so he continued to do it as he used his other hand to slide one finger in and our of her dripping pussy.

She threw her head back and moaned loudly as he added another finger. He fucked her with his hand until she began to scream so loudly he knew someone would hear.

Finally, he slid his expert tongue over her swollen clit and felt her shudder. He took it into his mouth and pulsed it in and out. He kissed it like he would her tongue until she was swept into an earthshattering orgasm. He drank her delicious juices until her dripping subsided.

Ruby’s body fell slightly limp and she almost toppled over. He slid his body out from under hers and sat beside her. He escort özbek pulled her onto his naked lap and noticed how sweaty she had become. He slid her sweater over her head and unclasped her bra and let it fall to the floor. He unzipped her skirt and pulled it over her head as well. Jack turned Ruby’s body so that she was straddling him and his insatiable cock was pressed between their stomachs. She leaned her head on his chest and pressed her breasts to his stomach.

“Are you okay, baby?” he asked her as her heavy breathing gradually began to abate.

“I’m fine, that was just…that was fantastic.”

He slowly leaned her back so her shoulder blades touched the floor. He bent and kissed her breasts and took the other one in his hand. He licked circles around one areola and pinched the other with increasing pressure until she moaned that she could take no more. He switched sides and pinched her other nipple.

Ruby’s hips flew up and her pussy juices smeared his lower abs and cock. He closed his eyes and tried to control himself. He took his legs out from under her and laid his hard, tall body onto her tiny, soft, short one. He slid his cock between her thighs and rubbed it all over her soaking pussy.

“Are you ready?”

She nodded slowly, scared of such a big cock, but she wanted him too badly to say no. He plunged his cock deep inside her and left it there for a minute while she got used to its size. She winced as a flush of pain and pleasure surged through her. It felt so good and it hurt like hell at the same time. When her pussy began to accomodate his hard cock he began to slowly rock back and forth, sliding in and our of her tight pussy.

His hand snaked down her side and found its way to her clit. He rubbed her little button in circles and coated it with her own wetness. He began to fuck her harder and faster as both of their orgasms drew near.

“Fuck me harder, Mr. Allen. I want it harder!” she screamed.

Her orgasm began as a massive ripple of contractions throughout her entire body. Her pussy tightened even more and gripped his cock every few seconds. It was too much for Jack to stand – his student’s tight little pussy contracting around his harder-than-ever cock. He exploded into her and groaned loudly as his last bit of cum shot inside her pussy.

They lay still, panting for several minutes and then Jack rolled sideways so his body faced Ruby’s. Their legs remained entwined and his softening cock was still inside her still-dripping hole.

After about 30 minutes of just laying with each other, Jack said, “Hey, baby…I don’t want this to be the last time we do this.”

“Me either, Mr. Allen.”

“As hot as it is when you call me that, please call me Jack. I mean, we’ve pretty much completely overstepped the boundaries of formality.”

“Okay, Mr. Allen,” Ruby replied with a wink.

“I think you’re going to need some tutoring, baby. How about every Thursday night I come to your house and…help…you?

“That sounds fantastic, Jack.” She untangled herself from him and grabbed her clothes. She got dressed and waited for him to do the same.

As they walked out the classroom together, Ruby couldn’t help but smile. Today was Thursday.

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Author’s note: Hi Everyone! This is my first ever story on the site so I hope you like it. This is just some good ole simple smut, unlike the fantasy stories I’ll be primarily posting. I figure this is a good base line for you to get to know my writing style. Please be honest in your feed back and remember that I’m dysgraphic and there might be spelling/grammar errors that I might have missed. Please enjoy!

A night with you.

By He of the Void.

I come home tired and stressed from a long day, and there you are waiting for me. You’re wearing nothing but lacy red lingerie that hugs every single inch of your curves, leaving little to my imagination. “Long day?” You ask and I nod. You motion for me to come over to you and I do so. “I know what you need. Get undressed, lay on the couch and rest your head in my lap.” You instruct. I begin to take off my clothes, feeling my cock start to stiffen as I do so and by the time my boxers come off I’m fully erect. I lay on the couch and put my head in your lap as instructed. You begin to run your hand down my body until it finds my hard cock. You put your thumb and fore finger together, form a ring and slowly begin to work up and down the shaft of my cock. I feel myself becoming more and more aroused with each stroke of your fingers, however it’s not enough pressure to truly edge me or make me cum. You do this just to make me horny and to make me need your touch even more than I already did. I then see you take your other arm, and undo the clasp escort sınırsız holding your top together.

Your tits fall out of it and land right in front of my face. I then begin to suck on your full, plump tits and hear you moan in appreciation. You then stop with the ring movements and fully wrap your hand around my cock. Your hand is very warm and I can feel myself somehow stiffen even more. You make slow warm strokes and I groan in pleasure. “Tell me what speed and pressure you need to feel good, but you are not to cum yet.” You instruct as I continue to suck on your tits. Together we find just what I need to give me the most pleasure and I groan again in appreciation of your work. “Remember, you are not to cum. You are to tell me if you feel you’re getting close.” You remind me sternly. Normally I like to be in control of what’s going on, but after a long day it actually felt nice to let you take control of my body for a little bit.

You have assumed control of me, my cock, and my pleasure. I’m no longer in charge of my own body, you’ve taken command and I dare not disobey you. “I’m getting close.” I say breathlessly after a short while of you stroking my cock. You stop, but don’t take your hand off of my cock. You hand rests around the base of my shaft, not moving but just the feeling of your touch still drives me wild. “Count backwards aloud from twenty and I’ll start stroking you again.” You command. It’s the longest twenty escorts seconds of my life, but eventually I complete the countdown and you resume pleasuring me. You continue this routine for who knows how long, as every thought has been cleared out of my head, my sense of time leaves me, and the pleasure you’re giving me consumes every part of my mind and body.

Each time you stop stroking me as I reach the edge, you add five seconds to the countdown. The need for release keeps building up inside me and each countdown is more agonizing than the last. I need your hand, I need this pleasure, and most importantly I truly need to cum. I can feel my cock throbbing more and more each time you deny me and I begin to plead with you to let me cum. “No, not yet, patience my love.” You say each time I beg you for release. Your denial is driving me to the edge of insanity but I don’t complain. This game we’re playing feels too good for me to complain. “You’re being so good for me, hang in there because your reward is coming soon.” You tell me seductively.

After what feels like an eternity playing our game, I feel you lift my head, stand up, place a pillow beneath my head and you lay my head back down. My cock aches once you remove your hand, but what you do to me next makes up for it. “Time for your reward my love.” You say as you straddle me. Then I feel your warm, wet pussy slide onto my cock. How I didn’t cum instantly after feeling your pussy grip my aching cock is beyond escort gecelik me, but I’m glad I didn’t. You begin to bounce up and down on my cock and I lose myself to the sex. After a few moments, I see you reach between the couch cushions and pull out your vibrator. You place it against your clit, turn it on and then return to bouncing on my cock.

We then work together to give each other what we needed. I want you to cum first, so I try to restrain myself from becoming too excited. I breathe heavily and groan loudly from pleasure. You’ve closed your eyes and are moaning from the intense pleasure rocking your body. Just seeing you like this makes me even more aroused, and I drink in your beauty as you continue to ride me. After a short while, I hear your moans get louder and feel your pussy bare down on my cock. Your entire body shutters as I feel you cum, and you yell out in pleasure. After you come down from your orgasm, you then fuck me even harder and I rocket towards the edge. “I’m close.” I cry out after a moment. You get off, lean down, point my cock at your tits and finish me with your hand. My cock practically explodes all over your tits and I groan as I cum harder than I have in quite some time and I’m so thankful to you for doing this for me.

After we’ve both come down from our adrenaline high, you grab a towel and clean us both off. You then collapse on top of me and we hold each other. “Thank you, I needed this more than you could imagine.” I say to you breathlessly. You say nothing, opting to just kiss me instead. As you do so, I realize you needed this as badly if not more than I did. After you finish kissing me, we both settle down onto the couch. Our needs had been fulfilled, our bond strengthened, we fall asleep right there in each other’s arms.

The End.

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This is the third part to this story, the second part didn’t do as well as the first and if this one doesn’t do so well either, there probably won’t be a 4th. Please comment and let me know what you guys think.

This is pretty much a continuation of part 2.

*****

I stumbled out of the bedroom following the smell of bacon and the sound of Pantera’s cemetery gates playing softly. I buttoned the remaining last two top buttons of Tyler’s dress shirt that I was now wearing. He was wearing it the night before, left it on the floor of the bedroom and it was the first thing I could find. I walked out into the kitchen to the sight of a shirtless Tyler over the stove, he had on nothing but his boxer briefs.

“Hey sleepyhead!” He smiled as he turned around to see me, still rubbing my eyes.

“What a great way to wake up, shirtless you, smell of bacon and sound of pantera!” I yawned, sitting at the breakfast counter, “I’m exhausted!”

“I bet you are!” He laughed and poured me a glass of orange juice. He sat a plate of eggs, bacon and toast in front of me.

“Just like old times, huh?” I took a bite. The first-time Tyler ever had bacon was at our house. My mom made us toast, eggs and bacon for breakfast the first-time Tyler slept over and he was blown away by the magical meat stick, as he called it. Every time he would sleepover my mom would make it for us for breakfast, which was ALOT!

He sat next to me with his plate and we talked a bit while eating. We finished up breakfast and I started cleaning up the kitchen. I started reaching for his plate when he grabbed my wrist, “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, why are you asking?”

He moved around the counter to where I was standing, “You never give me one word responses like you did throughout breakfast and you have a gloomy look about you.”

He looked at me and wrapped his arms around my waist, “Was the sex that bad?” He asked with a smirk and pulled me into him.

My arms wrapped around his neck, I kissed him deeply, “It was so terrible that I’m craving more!” I kissed him again more passionately this time. He picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist as he sat me down on the counter top.

“You’re deflecting!” He said as he pulled away from our kiss.

“What’s wrong?” He looked at me concerned, “Was it something I did?”

I sighed deeply, “No, it wasn’t you at all.”

My hands now caressed his back, looking down to avoiding eye contact, “My brother is getting married today and I was completely excluded from all of it!” I sighed, “I always pictured that his wife would be like my best friend! I always wanted a sister!” I paused, “I don’t know, it’s just silly!”

“Oh Hun,” he lifted my chin with his hand, “It’s not silly at all, I noticed that you were being excluded when you weren’t invited to anything she was doing and I talked to your brother about it.”

I looked confused at him, “You talked to him about it?”

“He feels pretty bad about it, he asked Stephanie to make you a bridesmaid but she claimed she already had too many to choose from. Brad’s so whipped that he’d block us all out of his escort esenler life if that’s what she wished.”

“I don’t care to be a bridesmaid or anything like that, I would have just like to be treated as the groom’s sister at least, not a distant cousin that just gets an invite and shows up.” I sighed again, “I wasn’t even invited to the bridal shower or bachelorette party!”

“I’m sorry, sweetie!” He rubbed my check with his thumb.

“Forget I said anything, I’m just being selfish, I should be happy for him.”

“Brad hasn’t been himself since they got engaged. I’m just going along with it, it’s not my place to say otherwise.”

“Whatever I guess,” I shrugged my shoulders.

“I have two hours before I need to be at the country club, why don’t you let me cheer you up huh?” He kissed my neck.

“Yes please!” I wrapped my legs around him. I was still sitting on the counter where he stood in front of me, his hand held the back of my neck as he leaned in, kissing me, sliding his tongue in my mouth. We kissed for a few minutes before I felt myself being lifted off the counter and carried to the sofa.

He sat with me on top of him, straddling him. We continued to kiss, I felt his cock under me hardening. I started slowly grinding my hips against him in his boxers. He reached down between us to my pussy and to his surprise, I was not wearing any panties.

I grabbed his hand along with the other and pinned them to the backrest of the couch on either side of his head by his wrists. I then continued to grind against his boxers, making him grow harder. Releasing his hands, I reached one of my hands down to pull his cock out through the little opening at the front of his boxers.

Now that his cock was out I could tease him better. I continued grinding, now my bare pussy against the underside of his shaft. He let a soft moan out into our kiss. Taking my time with him, teasing him. His hands moved to both ass cheeks, grabbing them, squeezing them, helping me grind on him.

“You love when I tease you, don’t you?” I leaned in, kissing his neck and down his chest then back to his lips.

“I love having you more though!” He said, lifting me by the ass and positioning his cock under me, allowing me to slide down on him effortlessly.

“Oh god!” I moan as I felt him stretch me out.

He pulled my body close to his as I started working his shaft. His strong hands wrapped around me, he slowly kissed my neck repeated. “Mm I could let you ride me like this for hours!” He moaned out.

My hands on his shoulders now as he turned his attention to my tits. He started squeezing them, licking and sucking on them, just driving me wild as I slowly grind on his cock. I was so aroused in that moment that I wanted to just instantly cum on his cock.

I couldn’t understand what magical powers he had that made me feel so good. He could turn me on in seconds and within minutes of having him inside of me made me bursts into uncontrollably jolts of pleasure.

I wanted to cum right there on his cock but I tried my best to hold back. He slid bayan escort istanbul slightly down on the sofa to where he could thrust his hips up, sending his cock deep in me. One hand wrapped around my lower back again, the other moved the hair out of my face and then one finger crept into my mouth, I sucked on it.

My pussy started tightening up on him and he knew exactly what that meant for me. He slowly pumped in and out of me, building up his pace. “You’re going to cum for me?” He asks softly, moaning. His soft grunts is turning me on even more.

My body became stiff, my breathing got heavier. My back arched as I feel my body releasing all its pleasure on his cock. I leaned down towards him, biting into his shoulder to muffle my screams. My body convulsing, my pussy squeezing his cock, prolonging my intense orgasm.

He smiled, kissing my neck as he continued his movements, not allowing me to recover. This made my body buck on top of him. He picked me up and laid me on my back on the couch. He started pounding me, one leg on his shoulder the other hanging off the side of the couch, all I could do was take it.

“Baby, I’m going to cum!” He breathlessly said, leaning in, he kissed me, keeping his pace steady. “Fuck, I’m going to cum!” He pulled his cock out, grunting softly, slowly jerking his load on my lower abdomen before he fell back onto the sofa.

“You’re amazing Katie!” Panting while he laid there. I got up headed towards the shower.

I’m almost done with my shower when I heard footsteps walking into the bathroom and stopped at the sink, “Fuck, I guess there’s a first for everything!”

“Huh?” I responded confused.

“You bit the shit out of me!” The shower curtain moves and a head pokes in, “I’ve never had a girl bite me before that left an actually bite mark like this!” Showing me the deep red teeth marks on his shoulder. “You may have drawn blood!”

“You pussy, can’t take a bite to the shoulder?!?” I teased.

“Haven’t you learned you’re lesson about taunting me!” He said as he steps into the shower with me. He playfully slapped my ass then grabbed me and pulled me closer to him in a hug, my back to his chest. “Why don’t you hurry up so I can shower?”

“Hey! I was here first! Get the fuck out!” I joke with him before flicking water over my shoulder at him. His hand came down on my ass cheek making a wet slapping noise.

“You deserve a good spanking, you’re such a spoilt brat!” He spanks me again.

“You do realize that the longer you distract me; the longer my shower is going to be, right?” I smiled.

“Mhmm” was his response before I felt his hands slide around to the front of my body and landed on my breasts. He massaged them and rubbed my nipples just slightly.

I was instantly aroused. My eyes closed and my head tilted backwards to rest on him. “Mm!” A soft moan escaped my lips. I was surprised to feel his hard cock press against me. “How are you possibly horny again?”

“That’s what you do to me baby!” He grunts, “I can fuck you all day long!” He said as he leaned into me, kissing up and down my neck. escort merter I turn to face him, I look down at his member and smiled, I loved it how much I turn him on.

I turned us around so now that he was the one under the water and I got on my knees. I watched a grin creep on his face as I did. His hard cock sticking out at me. I wrap just my thumb and index finger around the base of his shaft and without hesitation, I started bobbing my head up and down half the length of his shaft while stroking the base, my fingers meeting my lips every time.

He absolutely loved it. I looked up, his head goes back, his hand grips my hair and his moans let me know exactly how much he loved what I was doing. “Ohh, fuck, Kay! Mmm yes!”

I continued doing this seeing that he loved it so much until he couldn’t take it anymore. I looked up, my eyes traveled up his now wet, perfectly defined abs and chest. His head was still flung back and I couldn’t see his facial expressions but his noises told me he was close.

I decided to change it up a bit, I removed my hand from his cock, both hands now on either side of his thighs. I open my mouth wide, getting my teeth out of the way and then taking him all in my mouth till I felt him hit the back of my throat. I repeatedly did this but I was stopped by Tyler. He pulled his hips back so that his cock was no longer in reach of my mouth.

I looked up at him, his breathing was heavy, he looked at me for a few seconds before saying, “I couldn’t let you continue that, you know that would make me cum way to soon!”

“But I want you to cum!”

“But I want to fuck you!” He gestured me to stand up while he turned the water off.

I stood up, wrapping my arms around his neck. I kissed him and slid my tongue into his mouth in a deep passionate kiss. He held my body close to his as his tongue wrestled with mine. He pulled my left leg up to wrap around him, his forearm under my knee and thigh to support me, his other arm wrapped around my waist. I was dripping wet, so wet that he slid right in with ease.

He drove his cock in and out of my soaked pussy. My arms wrapped around his neck, my head tilted back, my upper body leaned backwards causing my back to arch. He grabbed my hair in his fist and pulled, causing my head to go further back and my back arched more. He continued pumping me.

My pussy coated his cock with my juices. My body in pure ecstasy. My moans grew louder. He lifted my body slightly making my right leg lift off the floor. Instinctively, my leg moved to wrap around him. At this point he was supporting my entire weight. His hands now on my ass as he supported me with his strong arms. I leaned my shoulders back to touch the wall. He continued to pound me mercilessly.

Our breaths were heavy, his grunts more audible, every sound he made pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My hands moved to my breasts. My nipples rolled between my thumb and index fingers.

“Ah fuck, i’m going to cum on that cock baby.” I screamed.

“Me too, I’m going to cum deep inside of you!”

My back arched, my shoulders lifted off the wall. Tyler let me wrap my legs around his waist loosely now as he wrapped his strong arms around me, supporting me by my waist. He slowed his thrusts, as he feels my pussy tighten up around him, throbbing around him.

“I’m cuming!” I scream as he continued to thrust, his grunts turn into higher pitched moans as he pumped his warm load into me.

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Lying back on her bed, mind wandering to their meeting over a week ago. How impressed he seemed with her. Texting and sending her provocative pictures for his pleasure, it’s just made today all the more exciting. She’s headed over there again soon, but time seems to be passing so slowly.

Thoughts of his hands caressing her body, how his tongue worked her pussy with such finesse, and her bound for his pleasure run through her head. How she enjoys being his good girl. Leaning over to look at the clock, she panics. It’s already 2, she’s supposed to be there now! How did it get so late, she thinks to herself as she runs out the door.

The drive over took less time, thankfully, but she was still a half hour late when she walks up to the door. She thinks about him scolding her, pouting a little before knocking on the door.

Hearing his footsteps, she feels her heart leap into her throat. The excitement building as he opens the door. Standing there without a shirt on, she admires his figure before looking up to see him giving her a cocked smile.

“Naughty girl, you’re awfully late today.” He says raising an eyebrow. “I think you may need a good spanking.”

“I.. I’m sorry, sir.” She says pouting. “I was daydreaming about this and lost track of time. I promise to keep being your good girl.”

Looking at him with her sad puppy dog eyes, his face fills with a grin.

“Uh,” he sighs, “those eyes are killing me. Get in here gorgeous.” He says, giving her ass a light spanking as she walks inside.

Taking her left hand, he pulls her back to him and presses her against the door with his body. Collecting her free hand, he holds them both above her head with one arm. She gasps in surprise. Staring at his lips, she bites her’s in anticipation. Their lips meet passionately, like a lifetime had passed by since they’d shared their last kiss. Feeling herself getting wet, she shifts her hips and feels his cock against her leg. His free hand grasping her breast firmly before caressing down her side to her inner thigh.

Releasing her hands, she reaches down and runs her hand over his cock. “I like that greeting, sir.” She says giddily. “I don’t know if anyone’s kissed me like that before.”

“What can I say, I’ve had you on my mind quite often lately,” he says with a smile. “Are you ready for some new things today?”

“New things?” She says with excitement. “What do you have in store for me this time, sir? After the last time, I’m very excited.” She walks past him towards the bedroom, already ready for his touch.

Shaking her ass at him as she enters the doorway, she sets down her things. Following her in, he goes over to the radio. “I’ll turn some music on this time, any preference?” He asks her facing the other direction.

“Whatever you’d prefer sir,” she replies getting ready for him.

Turning on a Jason Derulo song, he turns around. There she sits, already down to her panties, kneeled down on her shins, hands folded across her bare legs. Breasts perked up by her arms, she watches his jaw drop as he takes her in.

“Good god,” his breath taken back, “you are such a good girl. Already down and ready for my pleasure.” Walking over to her, he leans down and grabs her hand. “Sit up a little for me, I’ve got a surprise for you.”

Lifting her hand, she sits up with a big smile. “We aim to please. What’s the surprise, sir?”

Watching intently she tries to see as, he reaches for something under the pillow. Pulling out a large vibrator and two cuffs, her hand tightens in his at the sight. “Does this excite you, beautiful?”

Nodding her head, “Yes, sir. What would you like me to do?”

Taking her hand, he puts a cuff on and puts her arm behind her back. She happily does the same with her free hand. Cuffing the other and connecting them, he puts the vibrator under her with the handle in her hand, he says “I want you to hold this on your pussy as you suck my cock. Don’t escort bahçelievler remove it, but you need to hold back from cumming till I say.” He turns the vibrator on, she adjusts herself on it till she lets out a gasp from it hitting just the right spot.

“Thank you, sir.” She pants. The stimulation already taking hold of her, she watches as he undoes his pants. Before he can even kick his pants aside, she works her lips down the shaft of his cock. “God, you’re so hard.” She says before working her mouth over the head of his cock.

Pleasurably he leans his head back, “With a stunning, good girl like you, how could I not be?” Looking into her eyes, he runs his hand down the side of her cheek, brushing her hair over her ear as she backs up for a breath. Closing her eyes, focusing on his touch, the vibrations drive her crazy. With a frenzy, her mouth works up and down his cock faster till she leans back and lets out a moan.

“Don’t cum yet.” He says with a cocked smile.

Biting her lip to hold back, he runs his hand through the back of her hair. Thrusting in and out of her mouth, she takes his cock deep. Back for a breath, before doing it again. “Good girl,” he praises her, as she holds his cock deep before backing up for another breath. “You’re doing so great, I want you to cum for me.”

A moan escapes her lips as she works his cock. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum.” He states quickly. “Cum for me now, my good girl.” He tells her again. Moaning loudly as she gyrates on the vibrator, she can’t stay away from his cock. Tugging at her restraints, wanting to grab his cock, she thrusts him back in and deepthroats him again. “I’m going to cum!” He says as his cock bursts in her mouth.

Gagging slightly before swallowing it all, she leans back and cries out, “Thank you Sir!” As her body rocks from wave after wave of euphoria.

“Good girl.” He says as she comes back down.

Reaching back, he unlatches the cuffs and pulls away the vibrator. Giving her his hand to help her up, he tells her, “Now it’s time for you to meet my favorite toy. ” Grabbing something else under the pillow on the bed, he pulls out a mid length, leather crop. The sight of it makes her heart leap and gets her wetter than she already was.

Putting her finger to her lips, the cuff hanging there, his jaw slightly drops again. His cock visibly hardening again from the sight of her actions. Aroused by his responses, she asks playfully, “Is it going to hurt sir?”

With a playfully wicked smile he replies, “I guess you’ll have to wait and see.” Winking at her, he moves over to the side of the bed. “I want you to bend over the bed, with your ass out for me.”

Bending over the bed, she looks back and shakes her ass at him. He shakes his head with a slight laugh and pulls her panties off. She feels the warmth of his hand on her inner thigh, moving up towards her wet pussy. Running two fingers down around the outside of her pussy, then on her other thigh. She bites her lips at the tease, as his hand moves up to her ass. She feels his hand disappear and then the feeling of the leather crop running over her bare cheeks. The crop disappears and she moves her ass in anticipation of it returning.

Returning it gently back to her bare skin, he tells her, “Be a good girl and keep this sexy ass still.” The crop disappears again only to crack right back in the spot it just left. She lets out a slight moan, as the crop circles her ass again. His hand runs up between her thighs and traces her pussy again. Another crack of the crop, followed quickly by another on the other side. She bites her lip, as his finger finally runs over her pussy.

“Good girl keeping still.” He says pleasurably. “Another crack on both cheeks. His finger circles her clit before he slides it in her tight, wet pussy. “You’re very wet for me today, you like the crop. It’s not that bad is it?” istanbul bayan escort Lifting the crop off her bare ass only to bring it back softly.

As she begins to reply, he adds pressure on her clit as he circles it. She lets out a moan as she almost cums right away. “Oh god! Sir, please may I cum!” She manages to yell out.

“Yes, you may.” He says continuing to circle her clit. As she begins to cum, the crop disappears off her ass only to come back in several places on her ass. The feeling of the cracking pushing her orgasm deeper than before as she yells out.

Coming back down, she feels him moving behind her. She looks back just as she feels his hard cock thrust deep into her. She yells out, “Oh god yes!” out of both pleasure and surprise.

Thrusting in and out of her, she feels the shaft of the crop lay across her back. The feeling of the braided cloth on the handle against her skin, the thought that he still had it and could strike her ass at any moment was an aphrodisiac. It sent her deeper into a feeling of bliss.

One of his hands reaches up and pulls her hair back with a tug. She lifts her head, moaning as his thick cock fuckers her harder.

Feeling herself about to cum, she begs him, “Please, sir, may I cum?!”

“Hold it,” for a minute he commands her.

Biting her lip and grasping at the sheets, she rides the edge. Fucking her a little faster, she cries out again, “Please may I cum sir?”

“Hold it a bit longer, my good girl.” He replies and thrusts deep.

Groaning, she holds back, the feeling is driving her mad. She has to… No, needs to cum. His commands only make it harder to hold. The dam she was holding is about to burst, when he tells her, “Cum for me my good girl.”

A flood of ecstasy over takes her as she cums hard. Her pussy tightening, milking his cock with every wave that hits her. It seems to last forever, every thrust he makes keeping her going, till he tells her, “You’re so tight, I’m about to cum. Do you want me to fill your pussy?”

Through the still continuing waves of pleasure, she cries out, “Please sir! I want you to cum in me!”

His thrusts become a bit sporadic, as she feels his cock quiver and explode deep inside her. A few more thrusts and she finally begins to come down from her orgasm. As he pulls out she falls on her side to relax and catch her breath.

“Did I wear you out?” He asks her, breathing hard himself.

Laughing softly, “Yes sir!” Lying on her back, she locks eyes with him. “You had me going forever at the end.” Taking a deep breath, she leaned back to look at the time. Looking back deeply into his eyes, she spreads her legs, her pussy exposed for his use. “I still have a little time, and energy left.” She looks down at his cock, watching it get hard again from her seductive words.

“That’s my good girl.” He praises as he pulls her to the edge of the bed. Running his hands down her legs to her ankles, he spreads and holds her there. His cock twitching from his racing heartbeat, he slides the head in and slowly starts to go deeper and deeper in. Pulling out he runs his cock between her pussy lips and over her clit, up and down, each brush past her clit getting her closer and closer to the edge.

Closing her eyes as she tilts her head back, she feels him slide just the head of his cock in her wet pussy. Back and forth, the ridge of his circumcised cock spreading her pussy and hitting her g-spot. A deep thrust and back to just the tease.

“Please may I cum?” She blurts out feeling him speed up and pushing her past the threshold.

“Yes, you may.” He replies as he leans down and gives her nipple a little nibble. Her body tingles and shakes as she cums. “Good girl.” He tells her as he slows, letting her come back down. “Turn vertically down the bed,” he commands her. Moving to the middle, she’s still coming down from her last orgasm as he turns her on her escort halkalı side. Lifting the top leg over his shoulder, he slides in between her legs. Taking his cock, he circles her clit with the head of his.

“Oh my god!” She cries out, his cock sliding in her deep, hitting the perfect angle. His hand runs around her thigh and up to her breasts. Firmly grasping one, he takes her nipple between his fingers, squeezing lightly. Shocks of pain and pleasure send her spiraling towards orgasm again. She bites her lip, knowing that waiting will make it better, but his thrusts keep hitting her g-spot and she can’t hold back.

“Please may I cum sir?” she begs him.

Between thrusts he replies, “I’m getting close again, hold it just a little longer.” She moans loudly in response, her body at its limit. She feels him shift closer to her to penetrate deeply, tilting his head back. He commands her quickly, “Good girl, cum for me now. I’m going to fill you up again.”

His words set off a fire in her. She doesn’t even think to let go, the orgasm just overtakes her, “FUCK!” She screams cumming hard, she hears him grunt and looks up to see his face as he gives her his load. Each thrust, he shoots more and more till he pulls out of her.

“Thank you, sir.” She says catching her breath again. “Oh my god, you having me hold it just makes me cum so much harder.”

Looking over at the clock, more time had passed than it had felt like. Again, she may be late, but this time, to get home. Panicking a little, she pops off the bed, only to realize her legs were like jello.

With a quick shift, he catches her as she about falls over. “Are you okay?” he asks her, concerned. “Would you like a drink?”

Sitting back down, she collects herself. “Wow, I think you broke me,” she laughs. “I could use a water if you don’t mind.” Looking back at the clock she remembers. “I didn’t realize what time it was. I need to get home before my husband does.” Pouting a little she gives him the sad puppy dog eyes again. “Please don’t be angry with me, sir, for having to take off so soon when I got here late.”

With a big grin, “Those eyes again, damn you are bewitching.” Sighing he chuckles a little. “Don’t worry about it, you’re still my good girl.” He bends down and grabs her clothes for her. “I’ll get you a water bottle while you get dressed.”

Her smile returns, “Thank you sir for being so understanding.” She takes the clothes from him and starts getting dressed as he walks out of the room. Standing up to put on her panties, she looks at the bed, the crop still lying there gives her goose bumps. She really liked the feeling, the crack of it,and the pleasure in his voice that she knew she brought him.

Grabbing her pants and starting to put them on, the cold metal lock on the cuffs brushes against her leg. She realizes neither of them even remembered they were still on. In just the two visits she’s grown to really like wearing them.

Walking back in the room, she pulls her pants up and holds her wrists out to him. “We forgot about these, I almost didn’t even notice.” She says, shaking her cuffed wrists at him.

“Oh, I knew,” he says, with his playfully wicked smile. “I just like seeing you in those, it’s ascetically pleasing to me.”

She says gleefully, “Oh! Well, I’m glad I bring you pleasure visually.” Putting her bra and shirt back on she looks around to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything before walking out of the room. Throwing his pants back on, he walks her to the front door.

“I was happy to see you today. I promise I won’t be late next time, sir,” she winks to him, reaching for the door handle. His hand grabs her and pulls her into his arms. Kissing her, she goes weak in the knees from the passion in his kiss.

As he backs away, she stands there briefly forgetting that she had to leave.

He tells her, his voice filled with desire, “Our next meeting can’t come soon enough, my beautiful girl.”

Opening the door for her, she walks out and turns back to him. “I’ll see you next time sir. I can’t wait till we can have more time.” A little pout takes hold of her lips briefly at her having to get home so soon. She hops in her car, turning back once to see him standing there watching with a smile, before driving off.

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Part I

Cheryl

Chapter 1

“It’s all about timing, Joe,” she grinned at me, her slim hand brushing across my lean muscled torso, crossing my short nest of curly brown pubic hair before arriving at my penis, both hair and penis sticky from the drying effluence of both guy and girl juices. “Time it right, and no one will know.”

“That selling off my shares of my brother’s company isn’t insider trading?” I asked.

“You sell it off before the stock peaks and before your brother sells off your dad’s company. And your shares, though substantial, aren’t exactly game changing.”

“And what do you get out of this?” I asked.

“Besides this?” she giggled, tugging at my penis, beginning to harden again. “You let me handle your portfolio and both of us would be most rewarded.”

“Including buying shares in your own company?” I asked.

“You let me worry about that,” she said, moving down and engulfing my penis in her mouth.

I think I surprised her, not easily done with her being remarkably wise and clever and mischievous and almost all knowing in her brilliance when I urged her to straddle my face with my last deposit of semen still inside her cunt, even after that first blow job in which I kissed her with another deposit just swallowed by her. I think she found sex with me to be full of surprises, all happy ones. Including me teasing out via cunnilingus a couple most profound orgasms, which made her happy to oblige my urging for the sixty-nine.

And again I proved my skill at sucking cunt, sending her over once more, her mouth needing oxygen to pant and squeal her pleasure, leaving her hand fisting my erect cock.

Sliding from beneath her, her hand almost reluctant to give up her hold, I pulled her into position on her back, bringing her legs high framing her slim, subtly curvy torso, her resilient b cup breasts hardly sagging at all, whereupon I fucked down into her pile driver style, and with a power and quickness not unlike that descriptive term, bringing her more orgasms, arriving quicker and becoming stronger, until I finally pushed deep and remained deep, despite my undulations, while spurting my last ejaculations of the evening.

“Fuck,” she muttered. “Finally.”

We laughed, hers much quieter than mine having little energy left.

And thus, with my sexual prowess adding on to some long deep conversations, I became the only male member, so to speak, in her company, Mistresses Incorporated, or MSINC as they were officially known. Officially a very successful multi service financial consulting firm.

I first caught Cheryl’s eye, or more she caught mine as it turned out, when she entered the grand room, nearly ballroom size, of my family’s mansion in Westchester County, New York, the house in which I had grown up when I wasn’t off at boarding school. The house had been built by my grandfather whose fortune arose out of prohibition, illicit importing of wine, when it became legal practically cornering the market in importation and distribution of the same substance and harder liquor like Scottish scotch and Russian vodka. My father becoming heir to the business and the house when my grandfather died of emphysema or COD as its now called, and further expanding the company to make it diverse, a conglomerate. When he died fairly young of cancer of the esophagus, also being a devout smoker, about four years before, my brother took over, and proceeded in those four years to ignore our father’s dying advice, and watch over a gradual decline in the family business.

Cheryl was eye catching, tall and slim and sexy in her silky, form fitting wrap around dress, a deep reddish blue color that seemed to set off her deep blue eyes, her corn yellow blonde hair piled expertly and yet loosely atop her tall head, nearly six feet tall, the looseness of the style letting strands that seemed to give a halo effect to her model beautiful face. And she could have been a model perhaps at the latter part of her career since her face, particularly her eyes, showed an older presence. If I had to guess, she was basically my age, just past thirty.

When our eyes caught, it was lust at first sight seemingly for both of us. Neither of us shied away from our gazes. And since she’d arrived with my second cousin whom I knew to be gay, as well as quite a bit older, as old as an uncle, I knew they could only be friends.

And I arrived stag, or more correctly came down from my old upstairs bedroom stag having divorced my wife of two years a couple weeks before, my wife having gone off to live with a couple, both bisexual like her, the result of our open marriage, the couple having shared our bed, the husband fucking my wife while I fucked his wife or all four of us joining in with some double penetration of the women, though I had to remind the man more than once I wasn’t the least bit gay. Perhaps my wife wished I had been and could watch two men fuck each other amongst the actions of a foursome. Whatever it was, she seemed to prefer their company to mine, and truth be told, though I’d obviously been escort beykent in love with her once, hence the marriage, our communication aside from in bed had slackened and staggered and stagnated until we barely said hi to each other. In other words it was an amicable and even happy divorce. Even so, I had felt a bit lonely sleeping alone in my king sized bed in my Hollywood condo, and decided to come to the old homestead for a breath of air and to some extent for the party.

The party was a weird sort of gathering, at once a family reunion and business, with having the heads of the various divisions of the family business being invited along with other bigwigs as well and some corporate lawyers, my second cousin being one of the latter as well as being family. He often served as an advisor, even if his law practice was in LA. We’d get together fairly often in LA, usually with his old mother accompanying us. He often talked about his grandfather, my great grandfather, a character who had inspired one of Damon Runyon’s colorful New York gangsters. He was the one who told me about my grandfather’s original illicit business. He actually lived with his mother and took care of her in the large house near the shore in which he had lived as a teen.

“Joe, this is Cheryl,” my second cousin told me, heading directly to me when they arrived. Both of us being tall, me being six feet six inches the tallest in the room, I was easily spotted. “I told her about you, and she’s dying to meet you.”

The blonde beauty and I exchanged hi’s, our gaze continuing.

“Do you mind if I talk to Joe?” Cheryl asked.

“Not at all,” my second cousin replied. “I should go so hi to your mom, Joe, and I need to talk with Michael.”

Michael, my oldest brother.

Cheryl pressed against me, probably feeling the erection just her vision provoked, and whispered directly into my ear, “Is there somewhere we can be alone?”

“Yes,” I replied similarly.

She nibbled my ear before moving away. “Show me your lovely home, Joe?”

“With pleasure,” I grinned.

I doubt we fooled anyone about our eventual destination with the pretend tour, but it did let us chat before we arrived in my room. In the backyard with the view of the Hudson Valley we talked about me growing up here and her growing up poor in Minneapolis with just her mother and sister, her father running off.

“You managed to get away from that,” I pointed out.

“Modelling,” she said. “I was successful enough to go to college. Macalester in Minnesota and then Sarah Lawrence.”

“Studying?”

“Business. Finance basically. Started trading while still at Sarah Lawrence and continued after. The trading company that hired me treated me like a hot chick and nothing more. So I found similar victims of low expectations and sexual harassment and we started our own company.”

In the library, my favorite room, we continued.

“What are you doing for a living?” she asked while we perused the large selection of books.

“I’m a film editor,” I told her. “I’ve always loved film, and went to USC to study it and to be as far away from here as possible. My dad thought I needed something more practical, basically to join the family business. Originally I was wanting to be a writer, which was worse. Harry, my second cousin and apparently our mutual friend actually helped me land my first job as an editor, an assistant actually with a woman who was favored by some of the more creative of the directors, and eventually I proved myself capable.”

“And the writing?” she asked.

I chuckled. “It’s good I’ve manage to make a living at my second choice as you can imagine. I’ve had a couple scripts bought but not made, but third’s the charm. It just got greenlit.”

“Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

“It’s good you kept up your passion despite the struggles.”

“I’ve actually had writing credits,” I told her. “Helping out some old USC alums with their scripts. And some script doctoring after that.”

“Very cool.”

“Yeah.”

“Here we go,” she giggled, pulling a book from a shelf. The Kama Sutra.

“I know it well,” I grinned.

“Enough not to bring it along?”

“Yep.”

“Good to know,” she smirked and put it back.

In the large kitchen, with Cheryl telling me before entering it, “You’ll need your fuel,” I introduced the family cook, Carla. A stout Dutch woman in her fifties, she could make just about anything well, but her Pannenkoeken was supreme. “Sit,” she ordered and proceeded to spoon out some lamb stew from a Dutch oven into two bowls and setting a plate of fresh made sourdough rolls on the table, soft butter already on it. “Eat,” she demanded.

“This is delicious,” said Cheryl, which it was.

“Joe’s wife was obviously no cook,” Carla muttered. “And you could put some meat on your bones.”

“You heard?” I said.

“I cannot say your mother was disappointed.”

I nodded. It wasn’t that any woman wouldn’t be good enough for her istanbul escorts son. My ex tended towards the brassy and the immodest, while my mom was more careful in presenting herself to the world, expert in fitting in and gaining respect from the upper crust women in which she socialized. They never got along.

“There you are,” my mother said while we neared finishing our meal, carrying a glass of bubbly which was her preferred drink. She dressed impeccably which she always did at such affairs, appropriate to her age, her gray hair short and manageable, her make-up subtle and perfect, her long, still attractive face, perhaps more handsome than pretty, tanned as it always seemed to be. She liked being outdoors gardening, and our gardens, both in the greenhouse and outside, were the envy of the elite. She created an elegant presence for such events, but old jeans and chambray shirts with rolled up sleeves while working in the dirt gave her the most comfort, harking back to her youth farming amongst her seven siblings and her mother in Missouri, her father deserting them after the last child had been conceived. Even if secretarial school had gotten her a ticket out of her rural life and placed her in front of my tall, handsome Jewish father at my family business in New York City, some of her former life obviously remained.

After I introduced her to Cheryl, Cheryl commented, “Joe showed me your gardens. They’re lovely.”

That brought a smile to my mother’s lips. “Thank you,” she replied, giving me a subtle nod. “Are you a model?”

“Used to be,” Cheryl smiled. “I’m involved in less frivolous work now.”

“Finance,” I filled in.

“Intelligent and beautiful,” my mother approved. One more nod at me and a sigh, and she exited, murmuring, “Back to schmoozing.”

“Are you supposed to be schmoozing?” Cheryl asked me.

“Both my mother and my brother know better,” I chuckled. “I have a long history of avoiding such parties. Although this one’s a bit confusing. Family gatherings aren’t something I hide from. And this seems to be a bit of both.”

“I think I can explain later,” Cheryl said enigmatically. “Shall we continue the tour upstairs,” she grinned.

“Let’s,” I avidly agreed.

Except for showing her the balcony looking over the large back yard and the outdoor garden, and the master bedroom which Michael and his wife had taken over from my mother, who had a smaller room on the other side of the floor, my oldest sister’s former bedroom, Michael’s two daughters with bedrooms between hers and the master bedroom, showing Cheryl the huge four posted bed and the fancy bathroom with two sinks and a large bathtub and a large shower chamber, we made quick work of the second floor before climbing to the third. My mother had a study/workspace up there where she’d work on whatever hobby she happened to be involved in: weaving or crocheting. Apparently watercolors were her latest thing of the backyard and the Hudson Valley beyond it, viewed from a bay window, but also some old travel photos. Aside from that, only my room was being used, and only for my brief stay.

It was larger than most kid’s rooms, and the double bed probably larger than the usual, but also the walls were quite a bit sparer since I spent much of my youth at boarding school or at summer camp or on family trips to parts of America and Europe and never bothered decorating with posters.

Cheryl noticed. “You really grew up here?”

“Barely,” I said and pulled her into an embrace and kiss. She seemed as eager as me to finally get to sex. First she plopped me on the bed and gave me a fairly good blow job, which, since I’d been excited by her presence for some time didn’t last long and she swallowed the result. After that I pulled her onto my lap for more hugging and kissing. Soon clothes were on the floor and I was between her slim widespread legs, mouth on her pussy, shaved except for a v of trimmed blonde pubic hair pointing to it. There I teased her to a humungous, squirting climax, and continued to another less wet one before she pulled me over her and led my cock to her needy opening.

“Protection?” I asked her.

“Just fuck me,” she said.

I made love instead, in a way more teasing. She wanted it hard and fast, but I kept it slow and loving with lots of kissing before my mouth headed to her breasts, resilient soft handfuls for my big hands, my tongue caressing her small areolas and lapping across her taut quarter inch high nipples at the center before lips closed around them and I sucked.

Not just beautiful with a long slim body and a perfect set of tits for her body and a firm round squeezable ass, but vocal, if somewhat quiet as far as volume, letting me know what felt best and expressing the intensity of her bliss; and physically demonstrative as well, often undulating with pleasure sometimes making me have to hold her down when giving her head, Cheryl was exciting and thrilling in every way imaginable. Both aesthetically and physically it was the best sex I ever had.

For escort rus her too.

We rested after the first bout, in which I finally gave her what she had demanded, fucking her hard and fast, mostly because my need demanded it, but also because I wanted to meet her third orgasm with my third as well. I’d actually cum while fucking her, even at the slow pace, but somehow retained my hardness to make it last quite a bit longer than either of us expected.

When my penis finally slid out and I moved off her onto my side, she turned onto her side, facing me.

“First, that was amazing,” she said. “From the touch of your tongue on, I knew you were something special. Even before, the way we talked and how you listened to me and respected me. But your tongue…You were my first, Joe.”

“What do you mean your first?” I chuckled.

“The first to go barebacked. The first I trusted. I’m not on the pill, Joe.”

“Uhm…wow,” I said. “But you know it’s not just being pregnant…”

“I trusted you about that too.”

I nodded. “With our lifestyle, I always wore rubbers with my wife. Also she never wanted to have a kid. Before that…when I was a kid I got gonhorrea, and basically got scared by the doctor about what else I could have had and ever since…Until now.”

“So you trusted me too.”

“I guess I did. And I guess feeling your tight little vagina against my cock was about as great a thrill as I’ve ever had, so that I actually came and still remained hard.”

“I thought I felt that,” she giggled.

“Yeah.”

“I knew I was beautiful since I was pretty young,” she explained, “and realized it could be dangerous the way men would look at me. So I took classes at the YWCA. Judo basically, but focused on self-protection. I’ve kept at it, learning other martial arts, including Krav Maga, which is my main thing.”

“Aikido for me,” I smiled. “Mostly to keep in shape and balance, along with swimming laps.”

“I can tell,” she smiled, caressing my broad shoulders. “I made use of my training more than once, usually a swift knee to the balls sufficed but not always. Truth be told, I prefer women, Joe. I had a couple long term relationships with men when I was in college, but both proved…inadequate. The first fucked my best friend who I was also fucking, though he didn’t know that. I suppose it could have gotten to a threesome, but I had a feeling it would have been disastrous, ending up the way it ended up in the end. The second…was worse. The asshole ended up being jealous and violent about his jealousy.”

“Sorry to hear that.”

“He quickly learned the error of his ways. After that…one night stands when I had the urge for cock. Or…”

“Or what?”

“Remember I said first?”

“I remember,” I nodded.

“There’s a reason I’m here, that I arrived here with Harry.”

“Go on,” I said.

“I knew he’d introduce us. I needed to talk to you alone.”

“Thus the seduction.”

“Yes Joe.”

“I’m not complaining.”

“You’re not mad?”

“Just curious.”

She nodded. “It’s real, Joe, the way I feel about you. Otherwise I’d never let your cock inside me without protection. You could crown me with a feather when I started feeling…fucking butterflies,” she laughed. “I mean, right off the bat I wanted you. You’re definitely my type.”

“Back at you, beautiful.”

“And I thought, ‘Well, this is going to be a lot more enjoyable than usual.'”

“Usual meaning seducing some guy for a purpose.”

“Yes Joe. It’s what we do.”

“We?”

“We’re getting into dangerous territory. I don’t know why I trust you. Just…keep this between ourselves.”

“Dangerous as in or else?”

“Honestly yes.”

I laughed and quickly explained the laughter. “Believe me you’re worth the risk.”

“Brings a whole other meaning to dangerous sex,” she smirked.

“I guess it does,” I chuckled.

She explained Mistresses Incorporated, which included four other beautiful women besides her, each with their own agenda. Corporate espionage. International trade. Politics. And a thief.

“A thief?” I asked.

“Sleeps her way into large houses like this. Mostly to get codes for later use. For alarms and for computers.”

“Okay. Tell me why you’re here.”

“Your brother plans to sell your family business. This gathering is to get everyone on board.”

“Me included?”

“What do you think?”

“Probably not. My brother and I never really got along, and he thinks I’m useless as far as business goes. Of course my rejecting my father’s attempt to get me into law school probably didn’t help. The thing is, I think my brother’s a pretty useless business owner from what I’ve heard.”

“He’s more of a manipulative, morally bankrupt asshole I think,” Cheryl said. “I’m pretty certain this was his goal all along, manipulating the sales and leaving much of his employees to hang. His family, too. He’s found a buyer for this house.”

“That’ll kill my mother.”

“Yeah.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Sell all your shares.”

“What about insider trading?”

“It’s all about timing, Joe.”

Chapter 2

Even though neither of us wanted it to end, I know I didn’t, and could tell her reluctance when she moved off the bed, she told me, “I need to get back with Harry. He’s my ride.”

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We had all gone into town, the editor and all the other reporters, for lunch and were coming back to the paper. As we pulled in front of the building, the composing room staffers were leaving for lunch, their contribution to putting out the paper having been done about an hour or so after ours. With the obsolescence of Linotype operators and compositors and their skills, composing staffs now comprise cutters and pasters, mostly young women making minimum wage.

Trailing the exiting group was a rather good looking Cajun teen who, before becoming pregnant eight months earlier, had a terrific shape. As we left the car, Elliot — that’s the editor — turned to me, smiled and said, “Wouldn’t you like to eat some of that.”

Well, locker-room chatter makes me uneasy, and I had no idea what you say when your boss comes up with such an observation. Seeking repartee — and not wanting to admit that the woman I really wanted to crawl in the sack with was Elliot’s wife — I blurted out, “Nay, I think I’d rather do Doris,” the 40ish advertising director and part owner whose car was just then pulling into the parking lot.

Elliot thought that was an excellent idea and challenged me: Three-day weekend if I do Doris.

Thus began my pursuit of Doris Loro Williamson. Doris, long ago widowed by Mr. Williamson, was a descendant of Vicenzo Loro who came to Louisiana from Venice in the 1840s to become a rich planter and slave holder. His progeny still formed a rich and powerful clan of lawyers, bankers, brokers, patricians and, of course, large land owners. I was never really sure how close Doris was related to the judges Loro, second or third cousins I think, but she surely considered herself among the parish’s aristocracy, and hobnobbed with the Ewings and Sonats and Oliviers. She looked and dressed the heiress, probably a bit over the top for ad sales, but she did look and smell nice, tall with long touched-up auburn hair, more of a light rinse and close to its original color. (It was, but we can get to that later.) And, she had this raspy, sexy voice with just enough drawl to identify.

For the first couple of Tuesday evenings after my bravado, I stayed at the office after closing, sipping from the bottle in the bottom drawer and pretending to be busy, while Doris put the final touches on the weekly grocery ads. The whiskey helped me imagine how Doris would look without clothes: tall with good legs, made sexier by those three- or four-inch heels she always wore; ass a little on the large size; and boobs well above average. I tried to concentrate on the boobs and what they would feel like in my hands or caressed with my lips. The thought really wasn’t bad. Kinda nice really, especially since I hadn’t gotten laid in a while.

But, despite all my efforts I was unable to engage Doris in conversation. I was going to ask her to dinner, but she wouldn’t give me the chance. She was too busy. But then I’m not sure what I would say if she did give me the chance. It was obvious we were not going to make it here in the newsroom. If not for Elloit’s three-day carrot dangling before me I would have just given up. I probably wouldn’t have even tried. I mean, Doris was nice and all but she was 20 years my senior.

So after a few unsuccessful Tuesdays I figured I should try another tack. I was just unable to think of one. I couldn’t follow her to the country club, and the dozen or so good restaurants within 25 miles were beyond my wallet, though I could afford the bars at some of the places. Still, I wasn’t making any progress, but Elliot wouldn’t let up. On mornings when he called me into his office I’d never know if he was going to rake me over the coals for a story I screwed up or ask me how the Doris Project was coming. It was almost always the latter. I tried not to answer, because one way or the other I wasn’t going to be very comfortable when word got out of my ambitions, realized or not.

Late after escort yenibosna deadline one Saturday night, I was drinking Maker’s Mark in the bar at Tony’s Lodge, the local version of a high class restaurant, and listening to Lionel Reason on the piano — Lionel, older than dirt, played with King Oliver and Kid Ory. As my third drink was arriving, I left my stool and headed to the cigarette machine. That’s when I saw her, and saw an opportunity. (Light bulb goes off thing.) She was sitting at a table in the dining room with other Loros and a Sonat or two. I quickly determined she was the odd diner, the others so obviously married pairs. I also quickly came up with a plan. That was unusual for me, because in those unthinking moments of love and lust I usually act first, and THEN come up with a plan.

Back at my stool, I slugged down another drink and put my plan into action: I had a martini sent to Doris with my compliments. Nothing. I sat there for more than a half hour — a half hour that seemed like two or three. Sometime after midnight, Lionel quit playing and I saw the lights go out in the restaurant. It was a silly idea I told myself and gulped down the drink I had been nursing since my plan began. Ah well, I didn’t really want to bang Doris anyway. Too old. I was lying of course.

Tout un coup, I smelled something familiar next to me and heard that Lauren Bacall voice: “Can I return the favor?” I couldn’t speak. Relief spread through my body, along with the electric feeling that passed through my hips. “Buy you a drink,” she added when I was too stunned to reply.

“Only if you’ll join me,” I finally said, noticing that she was empty handed. She sat on the neighboring stool, looked to the bartender, nodded her head and a glass of bourbon and a cold martini quickly appeared. Then we sat there in silence for the longest time. I thought it was my fault for not knowing what to say. I was obviously nervous, and absolutely sure Doris could see that.

She broke the silence, “You’re from New Orleans, aren’t you.” New Orleans in four syllables. Straight out of the garden district.

She carried the conversation, with my adding a few nods and not many responses. My concentration was directed at those now appetizing tits, the appetite piqued by Makers Mark. And my heart was racing when she stroked the sleeve of my sweater. “Cashmere?” She continued to stroke my arm and my shoulder. And she smiled often. She was probably as drunk as I was, a good sign in a woman you’re interested in taking to bed. I think I’m going to make it. And we drank and ordered another round. I put my hand on her nylon-covered thigh. By now the lounge emptying, and I knew we would soon have to leave, too. I stroked her thigh, passing my hand briefly under her dress. She continued to stroke my shoulders and my leg on occasion. We were the last in the bar. The staff was ready to close.

The moment of truth: “Would you like to come to my apartment for a nightcap?” I was hoping my voice wouldn’t give away my nervousness. She didn’t answer. I wasn’t quite sure whether her silence meant yes or no or momentary deafness.

“You know where I live?” she finally asked. I did, of course. “Give me a half hour.” Then without other words she got up from her stool, picked her small green purse up from the bar, and left.

I downed the last drops from my glass and waited until I saw her car pass by the small window in the corner. I counted to 30 to give the valet time to drop off the car, open the door and collect his tip, as well as give me time for my very noticeable erection to subside. Then I left, too. It was a long 30 minutes, passed over coffee at the Dyne-O-Mite Grill, where the pudgy waitress in the always stained uniform kept asking what I was smiling about. (She had long wanted to get in my pants, and if my inability to get laid lasted much longer she may have bayan escort succeeded.)

I left with about 10 minutes to spare and stopped at the all-night supermarket on the way to pick up a bottle of champagne. They had none — or none that I could bring to a Loro. Then I drove to Doris’ house, a large, single story clapboard job set back about a couple of hundred yards from the road on a wooded two- or three-arpent lot north of town.

I pulled alongside the house and knocked instead of ringing. Doris waited just the right amount of time to stir doubt and nerves. It worked. She had washed the makeup from her face, which made her look just a bit older now but oh so much sexier. Her clothes were more or less what she was wearing at Tony’s, but without a bra and with the top buttons of her silk dress undone to reveal just enough cleavage.

“I poured us some cognac,” she said. That raspy voice at its sexiest. She walked ahead into the living room where two snifters of brandy waited on a mantle over by a fireplace. The only light from a newly lit fire in the grate. Muted Sinatra in the background. All was calm. She handed me a glass. I expected her to move closer and press her body against mine. I didn’t want to make the first move. At least not just yet.

She lifted her glass for a toast: “To the evening.” It was then that she pressed that delicious body against mine and we kissed for the first time, a long, wet kiss. I moved my right hand up her side and put my left, on her breast and lightly pressed. She backed away and smiled. I was, of course, ready for action, but Doris had apparently decided to wait.

“Sit down and tell me all about yourself and New Orleans and Tulane. You did go to Tulane?” She led me to an over-stuffed leather chair, and she sat on the rug facing me and providing a view of her ample boobs.

“Yes and yes,” I answered both questions, which I knew were not really questions. “Born and raised Uptown. Holy Name, St. Paul, Tulane. The expected stuff.” After we each took a sip of brandy, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

“Please go on,” she said more than once. She turned around and let her head rest between my legs looking at the ceiling as I talked and talked about things real and imagined. I am sure she enjoyed the feel my erection against her neck. She removed my shoes and massaged my feet, then turned to face me and began stroking my legs, the calf, the thigh, the outside, the inside.

After briefly stroking my erection, she unbuckled my belt and unzipped my fly. She pulled off my trousers and shorts, leaned down and began licking my inner thighs, moving slowly up ward. Stooped in front of me, her left hand wrapped in her auburn locks stroked my cock. I was just about to explode. I could hardly hold it in. Her soft hands, silky hair, hot breath and warm, wet lips. She backed away and smiled before moving forward again, taking me deep into the back of her mouth. Her hand on my balls, her tongue working its magic. Electricity shot through my body and I moaned before exploding in what seemed like torrents of lust. She took it all, every drop.

I closed my eyes and breathed deeply for a few minutes and when I opened them Doris was at the bar refilling our glasses. She handed me a glass, set hers down on an end table and slowly began removing her dress, garter belt and stockings, all but her white silk panties. Damn. She looked great for someone approaching fifty. Hell she looked great period — much better than some of the teens I screwed in college. Her hips were still a bit wide but her butt was firm, and through the thin panties her pubes were red and bushy.

Lifting her glass, she toasted again: “To sex.”

As we finished our cognac, she took my hand and lifted me from the chair into her arms. We kissed, this time passionate, deep, wet, an electric kiss of lust and longing, of teasing and eager expectation. escort kayaşehir We pressed our bodies together, our hands pulling each other closer and closer. My erection was back, maybe harder and more eager than before. (Happens like that when you’re 26.) I became her willing slave, willing to submit to her desires and dominate me, as I dominated her and accepted her carnal gifts. She lightly bit my tongue, and I nibbled at her neck and her ear lobes. My hands slide up and down her sides and her back. She twitched when my hand reached that sensitive spot between her shoulder blades. She reached for my erection. Yes, I was more than ready to go again.

“Oh, you are indeed an eager one,” she said.

Her raspy voice now had me ready to crawl up the wall. I stroked her through those silk panties before pushing them down her thighs. I rubbed my hand over the soft bristles of her bush, my middle finger ever so slightly probing for her clit.

“No, not here,” she said as she removed her panties, took my hand and led me down the darkened hallway to her bedroom.

A nightlight somewhere cast a soft glow, but that was enough. We continued our passionate play as we stood at the foot of the bed, her hand pulling at my erection, mine stroking her pussy with my finger firmly on her clit. She jerked, and I knew. We fell onto the mattress, my hands rubbing those delicious tits. I left her lips and began sucking her breasts, from one to the other, my fingers massaging her clit and entering her vagina. She moaned, and I dropped between her legs and buried my face in her, my tongue licking her clit as I sucked up all her free flowing juices. She moaned even louder, shaking and arching her back.

“Now. Yes now,” she said in that raspy voice, now eager and impatient. I moved atop her in a single motion, dragging my erection up her thigh. I paused at her lips, doing my best to do my own teasing. But it was hopeless, and I plunged in completely. Oh she felt so good, her muscles tightly embracing my cock.

She gasped. “My god. Oh my god,” she shook and writhed under me, her muscles pulsating as they grabbed at my cock. I pushed in to the back of her vagina and pulled out ever so slowly but never out, then again and again and again, picking up speed and power with each plunge and moving quickly with each orgasm, and she had a few, moaning and whispering my name between near screams and shouts, “yes, yes, *YES!” and “Oh my god.”

We turned over without even separating and she was soon riding me, screaming my name this time, throwing her head back as she rocked back and forth and pushed up and down. Then she came one last time with me.!”Yes! Yes! Jack. Jack. Come. Come.”

I pulled her over me and whispered her name,”Doris.” My breath came quickly and my body writhed as I poured a volcano of cum into her. And she trembled, shouting my name one last time at the top of her voice.

I stayed inside her until I lost my hard. It felt oh so good. Then, we both exhaled and dropped to the pillows. We lay together in each other’s arms for a long while before moving to the living room in search of cigarettes.

“Been years. I almost forgot how good it was.” She gathered a night gown from somewhere, and I found my shorts and lit two cigarettes.

“Next week?” I asked hopefully.

“No. I will keep the memories, but this must be the only time. I must go back to being the forever mourning widow. It’s time for you to go before the sun comes up.”

And I did, feeling Doris’s muscles tightly clutching my dick, and my body and mind awash in Doris as I drove home. I could smell her juices as I got undressed, and fell asleep hoping to dream of her. I didn’t.

# # #

“How was Doris,” Elliot asked after he called me into his office on Monday morning. I continued my habit of not replying as I backed up toward the door. “A little bird told me about your feely-feely Saturday night. ” I broke my silence, “A little bird? You mean the waiters at Tony’s.”

“I also know you followed her home. So I can assume you won your weekend…”

“Don’t I get to have my own life?”

“Not in this town, you don’t.”

I went back to my desk and began making plans to fuck Elliot’s delicious wife.

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“Hey Beautiful” I say it slowly as I see your eyes open, my voice unused and sore after the screaming all night long I experienced under your looming presence. Our torsos tangled and held between the rumpled sheets, attained comfortable positions as the first rays of sun light hit the room through the white cotton curtains, bathing the room in golden light. I pass a tight smile as you look over me with your deep gaze, your elbow supporting your face, as your fingers slowly stroke my face. Your fingers command a trail of goosebumps to flare all over my flesh as they dip under my chin to trail one lonely finger over the curve of my breasts. Smiling as I stare at you, feeling your finger slip lower, making me take in a deep breath, and shiver in delight.

Unable to stop your strokes of sweet torture over my flesh, I pull you over me. Enjoying your looming presence, I hold your shoulders, massaging and wrapping my hands around them as you rest your body slowly over me. Completely covering me with your frame, your fingers graze over my sides, butterfly caresses marking me so early in the morning. I close my eyes to savour your touch, my own hands not far behind, silently explores your wide back. Every memory of your muscles and crevice refreshed as my finger tips move at a snails pace on flesh.

You as always accommodating, flex your shoulder blades to tempt me to anchor my nails hard into your flesh. Raking and nipping lightly at your flesh, my ears revel as your mouth emits in grunts and break the nascent innocence of this morning.

I dig deeper and drag my nails over your back. My voice raspy and low, I drag my mouth close to your ear and taunt you lithely “You are insatiable! Last night’s marathon wasn’t enough to sate you huh?”. Dropping my voice a few octaves further, I mumble of how much I missed him and his body over the last one month, as my nails settle on a rhythm to reacquaint with your flesh. Each of your loud exhales and tightening grip over my hips are just the manifestation of your need to boost my ministrations over your body.

My legs shift lightly and hook over your calves, caressing your legs under mine. Gentle and slow, the heat spreads under my skin as I rub my smooth legs over your sparsely hairy legs. As I run the underside of my feet all over your calves, I can feel your muscles groan and tense under the caress of my calloused heels. I feel you grind your body forward, looking into my eyes as you groan. My toes curl in reaction to the onslaught of mental imagery from last night’s love making and the expectations your groans now infect me with.

Both bodies drenched and yearning for more of each other from last night. Grinding myself slowly as I feel the passion and need for your body enveloping my senses slowly. Watching and staring at your face, a hand trailing up from your belly, over your chest, closing around your neck, I flip us on the bed. Hitting your back on the bed, I drag my petite self over your tall frame. Using my knees to spread your long legs apart, wedging myself between them. Swaying and slithering, I find my comfortable spot from where each of my assaults will be launched.

No words are exchanged between us, as you stay silent and neutral yet your eyes are alight in mirth and lust and your arms rumple and wrap the soiled sheets around us, grounding us effectively in the bed. Your left leg bravely wraps around my legs and pins me down. My body responds by deploying my hands over your nipples and massaging escort cengelköy them slowly. My tongue impatient and hungry swiftly slithers out off its warm cave and leaves a wet trail from your ear lobe to your jaw line and exiting your face at your chin. Humming slowly my mouth starts a intoxicating trek under your chin. Slow and patient, my teeth scrape your neck up and down, followed by generous coating of my drool over the hot trail. Mewling and humming my lips retrace the path, pamper your chin to grind against my mouth. You lips raw and wild , open up wide under my ministrations and tug my attention back towards your mouth. Greedy and impatient I pin your chin further down with my mouth, before I capture your lips for a long kiss. Slow and smooth, our lips cajole and coax each other into a depth we missed all through this last one month.

Moist, soft and tender our lips fit together so well this morning. Your lips so greedy and possessive, enticing my tongue with gentle suckling. Raspy and relentless my lips nudge your mouth to open wide for my tongue to wrap within the moist cave I craved. Tongues shift and battle to dominate, gives me a chase before surprising me by a wet lewd swat over my lips. Your hands follow your tongue and pull me closer to your body, abuzz with warmth under me.

As the kiss deepens, I surface hard with a gasp and feel my body respond to the hardness poking under my soft belly. Grinding over your body, the heat generated between our bodies excites me further down into salacious pits of craving for your cock.

You however have different plans, In one swift calculated move, you push your hips making me loose balance over your body. Your body prepared and ready to tighten your hold across my legs, followed by your big hands grabbing my ass cheeks roughly to hold me down. I gasp loud at the change in the pace of the play. Resourceful as ever during our plays and talks, your tongue impales my mouth. Strong and potent, it marks and drags through each of my deepest crevice. Making me gasp with every exit and the tight territorial squeezes you shower over my asscheeks.

No more docile and soft, our loud needy kisses leave a hunger which is deep and carnal. To survive this intoxicating assault, I pull myself away from you to look deep into your eyes. They are ablaze and fully clouded by your needs and your crooked smile is shrugging the last vestiges of innocence. I laugh lightly, at your innocent expression, before I place feathery kisses over your cheeks. My lips grazing over the flesh recognised so well, filing the database after a month of longing. “Have I told you lately, How much I love you? ” I say it slowly as your hands graze and caress curves of my derriere, with no care that its Monday and we have work in a few hours. You hum your affirmation as your hands gently savour and take their own royal time on my back, making it arch involuntarily as both your hands splay over my spine and caress it harder with every suckling I give your ear lobe.

My hands on my own trip, reminisce with your arms. Feeling your muscles flex under my touch as your hands graze over my spine. My hands wrap around your arms, gripping them tight as my body shudders under your sweet torture. Abandonment washes over me, as I throw back my head when your hands sneak between our bodies, your palm stroking lazy circles over my breasts and squeezing them light with love and adoration. My eskort bayan only solace as a traitorous moan tries to erupt from my mouth, is the iron grip I have over your arms. I bite my lower lip to keep from moaning and disturbing this tense silence. I lean in and push you back on the bed, grinding myself over you with mirth flashing in my eyes, I capture your lips. Nipping and biting over them as your hands hold my breasts tight and press them together. Toying with them as much as I toy with your lips, nipping and nibbling at them to my heart’s desire. My hands wrap around your shoulders holding us tight, while our legs tangle and grind with each other for need and release.

Thoroughly tangled in the sheets they rustle loud and fill the room for louder promises, as we struggle against the bonds. Both the bodies are taut, tense and sensitive as more of our flesh touches and grinds together for release. Taking the situation in my hand, I gently place my palm over your chest and push you back on the bed, as I lean back and slowly sit over your legs.

I look at your face with innocence while my finger nails rove over your pecs like walking my own territory. Random lines and curves drawn as I look into your eyes gauging your need and hunger for my body. I gulp hard and clamp down at the wave of arousal which threatens to overwhelm me as I decode your need and hunger for me this morning. With a urgency my caresses transform into salacious rubs and fly further south and settle over your groin.

Touching and re-accquinting with your skin, my left hand fingernails flow over your meat stick before wrapping tightly around your balls. Thick and heavy, my hands squeeze and fondle them as I settle my mushy molten core over your left thigh and rub up and down to generate heat for placating my own hunger.

Grinning at you, I ask playfully ‘If I am doing it alright’. A playful and play-stalling question, the guttural groan erupting from your mouth was an apt token of your appreciation for my ministrations. I grin at your inability to answer and get back to pampering your cock. Thick and erect, it garners every speck of attention I can give it this morning.

Licking my lips and wetting them slowly, I bend forward to take your hardness deep inside me. Yet, your hands grip my face and arrest my descent over your cock . Cupping my cheeks with your hands, your calloused broad thumb brushes over my plush red lips. I shiver as your calloused fingers rub over my lower lip, so possessive, new and carnal that I cant help myself from moaning under your grip and murmur a coy “please”.

You lean forward and pull me closer over your torso. Kissing me deep and brief, your hands clutch my shoulders to push my head back over your cock. My hands grip your thighs and bury my nails over your flesh, as I rest my lips over your inflated crown. Raking my eyes over the head, my eyes follow the pearl drops flowing from the slit. I grin back at you as I dip my head to swipe at the trail of pre cum marring your shaft. Slow and nervous, the tip of my tongue collects your pre cum to savour long your essence and musk soaking over my taste buds and filling my nostrils.

I lick my lips slowly and watch you closely, as my hand starts chugging over your shaft, effectively spreading the pre cum over your shaft. Slippery and slick, movement of my hand catch with the rate you gasp over my head. Watching you closely, the dilated pupils and curled lower lip emitting escort hadımköy grunts communicate your need for a release. My own arousal spirals higher as I watch your body rising under my touch. Exhaling loudly, my body stretches taut and legs tighten together as your lips whisper my name, arresting every movement in the room except for us. I savour the moment with closed eyes, rocking over your thighs, fingers travelling up and down your cock.

Your repeated chants of my name, fuel my fervor over your cock. Quickening my jerking over your cock, my pleas for your release joins your relentless chanting of my name. Feeling you further inflating in my grip, my other hand works on fondling your balls, begging you to cum hard under my touch.

I bend down to lap over the pre-cum oozing out of the slit but the sudden thrust of your hips choke me. Familiar yet scary, I arrest my movement as I let your crown take the space it deserves in my mouth. My eyes connect with your eyes and watches the flare of fear and anxiousness awashing in your eyes as my wanton mouth covers your cock. Watching your Chest rise and fall rapidly, as I increase my pace over yours. Soon each of your thrusts are wrapped with groans and grunts, pleading me for your release. Swatting wild and wet, my mouth sucks your head, while my hands rise in jerking your shaft and fondle your tight balls.

“Oh God!” you cry out loud as my finger nail rakes over your exposed shaft. Looking up into your eyes, I release your cock and gently lick my cum-laced lips and look questioningly at you. Taunting and teasing, my finger tips gently caresses over your inner thighs as I wait for you to say anything more. But you never said anything. Winking back coyly at you I bend my back and captures your hardness with my tender mouth.

Taking your length completely in my mouth, I press my mouth tight over your cock to give the tightness you crave. Wet and Warm my mouth pressed downwards, pushing you closer to the release you need. My eyes flutters and ears perk up, cherishing and savouring the way your hands grip the sheets and lifts your clenched ass cheeks, driving your hardness deeper in my mouth. I graze my teeth over your shaft.. Engaging your veins with my pointed incisors as my hands fondle and tighten around your balls. So tight and hard in my hand, I knead them for your release.

It felt a few seconds or hours when you came with a deep howl of primal release. Your body spasming and struggling against my grip over your sac, You thrust deep in my mouth, feeling your penis swell and spurt and deposit all your cum inside my mouth.. So hot and thick, I suck and slurp all your seed. Closing my eyes and humming loudly, I release your cock and savours your salty cum in my mouth at peace. So quiet and surreal both are bodies slack down on the bed.

Blinking my eyes repeatedly, I tilt my head sideways and watch you closely. A smile spreads over my face, as I watch your eyes still clouded and dazed from your pleasure. A smile spreading upon your lips as you breathe in and looks into my eyes to sigh in contentment. Hearing you sigh so sweetly, I shift myself closer to you and crawl and cover your chest with mine. Nuzzling my cheek over yours and straddling your head in my hands, I feel your hands swiftly wrap over my waist and pulls me closer. Looking into your eyes, I brush my lips over yours and murmur my question over your lips “Did you enjoy”. Your throaty groan of “fuck yes you hungry woman” followed by your wild capture of my lips is enough to make my spirits soar sky high for the Day.

Licking and nuzzling my nose tip over yours I groan lightly as my eyes take in the time on the bedside table.

It is time. It is time for the day to start. And I have a feeling it’s going to be a lovely day …

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