Breathlessness

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“Wow, you are tight” he said after he had finally gotten his full length impaled into me and I sighed in relief. It was more painful than anything I had ever experienced. People always tell you that the first time hurts like a motherfucker but in that moment I felt like that was an understatement.

“How long has it been?” he asked as his hands moved to caress my breast and he started to move.

“A year and a half” I lied and closed my eyes allowing myself to relax and feel good.

He began to move a little faster before grunting. He pulled out right flopped next to next to me. He waited for his breathing to even out before turning to me,

“Are you good?” he asked.

I plastered a smile on my face and nodded. I got up to go wash away the sweat and other body fluids from my very first sexual encounter. I stood under the shower letting the hot water soothe what seemed to be the beginnings of another knot in my neck. He came behind me and wrapped his strong arms around me.

“You are hot; I can’t believe you haven’t slept with anyone in over a year. We should do this more often…”

I zoned out as he kept on his ramblings. My mind was back to the last couple hours. I had stumbled back into my room from a club at the crack of dawn with achy feet from dancing all night and a slight buzz in my head from all the green-hulks I had been drinking. Waking up in time to make it to my Saturday Pilates class had been a struggle but afterwards I felt revived.

While applying makeup a text notification on my phone had stolen my attention.

‘Hey, what’s up.’

I smiled when I saw a text from Jaime. Jaime was a really good looking guy who lived down the hall from me. He and I had been talking since I had moved into my apartment downtown about two months ago.

‘Nothing much. You?’

I sent the quick reply and before placing my phone down a quick reply came in.

‘Just wondering if you want go to brunch with me.’

I bursa sınırsız escort beamed at this but not wanting to seem eager I had set my phone aside and went to finish my makeup. Ten minutes later I had replied.

‘Yeah sure.’ In an attempt to seem nonchalant.

‘Haha awesome. Pick you up in 10.’ He replied.

Two minutes later as I tried to figure out what to wear there was a knock at my door. With just underwear under my robe I had rushed to open my door.

“Hey. I’m early I know.” He said before flashing me his biggest smile. My breath caught, how was it possible that he even managed to even get more handsome.

“Yeah, I’m still getting ready. Come in. Make yourself comfortable I will be ready in a few.” I said as I made my way to my bedroom to get dressed.

Seeing the weather was nice I went with my white and green plunging neckline summer jumpsuit shorts and a pair of flats for my achy heels.

“Ready?” I asked as I picked up my keys and purse.

“Yeah” he said as he raised his face to look at me.

“Wow. You look great.” He said as he checked me out with that smile except this one said he was seeing me naked.

I smiled at him and placed my hand in his held out one. We made our way to Sarabeth’s, despite the place being moderately packed, as I sat there opposite Jaime, everything else seemed to fade and it was just me and him. Conversation flowed easily after brunch we made our way back to my apartment and watch Netflix.

We never watched Netflix as one eye contact moment had lead to a steamy make out session before he had carried me to my bedroom and less than ten minutes later I was standing in the shower the moment over. Jaime had been my first but I was still to experience that breathlessness.

Following the shower, I had curled up in my bed waiting for him to stop talking so I can take a nap. He must have gotten the cue because then he left under the excuse bursa üniversiteli escort that he had to go to work. I still couldn’t sleep but thoughts of Jaime’s hot body pressing down on mine, the feel of his thick cock he wasn’t sure how to use on my tongue and his huge hands cupping my breasts left my clit wet. I reached in my night stand and pulled out my vibrator and turned on the highest setting. Just then someone decided to knock on my door. Thinking its Jaime I left my robe untied and opened it only to find the one work friend I had made so far, Josie.

She turned red immediately and couldn’t get her eyes off my body to face me. Josie was probably the shyest and the nerdiest person I had ever met in my entire life. She had black her and right now it was in a milk maid braid with her bangs framing her forehead. She pushed her glasses back up with her index finger and finally looked me in the face. Seeing how she had looked at me had turned me one even further my nipples not were perked up even further. Her eyes said she was equally turned on but uncomfortable. So I reluctantly bound my robe and let her in. I opened the door to my balcony and sat on one of the bean bag chairs, she followed suit.

“Sorry about that.” I mumbled, truth is I really wasn’t it.

She attempted to respond but instead just moved closer to me. She moved fast that I had no time to prepare for the advancement. Seeing as now I was the one all shy Josie quickly gained all confidence and was soon licking on my neck and making her way to my lips. One hand snaked into my robe and found a tit. She tugged and twisted at the little nub and I moaned when her mouth never made it to my lips but went straight to my nipple.

She untied the robe and soon I laid naked sprawled on a bean bag while she sat on her knees admiring me. I began undressing her too. It was hot outside but here she was in a blazer, a blouse, bursa anal yapan escort a scarf, a panty hose and a short skirt. She stood up when she took the panty hose off and I laid there admiring her milky white skin, her very slender body, her small tits with very pink nipples and the thick bush between her thin legs. I could see her starting to get red from being in the sun. I guess that explained the way she dressed. She stretched out her hand and I took it. She indicated for me to lay on the floor while she went to rummage through her bags. She came back with the biggest dildo I had ever seen and a vibrator.

“Do you just walk around with those?” I asked as she made her way back to where I was laying. She never responded as her lips were now on mine. She claimed my mouth with such confidence I could barely control my body as it shook.

She started to move my long torso and started to pay attention to the differences in our bodies. I was shorter than her, my brown skin next to hers gave a beautiful juxtaposition, I was as slender as she was, which a bare clit and long black hair. When she finally lapped my clit with her tongue my brain short circuited as I came really hard. She didn’t slow down, she kept going and grabbed her dildo, she wore it and impaled me. Sitting up I pulled her face to my neck where she went and bit on it while I met her stroke for stroke.

I switched positions so she was laying on her back and I was riding her dildo, I grabbed the vibrator with my other hand and brought it to her clit while my mouth work on hers. Soon she was shaking beneath me from her orgasm and I was right behind her. I unstrapped the dildo and started to lick her wet pussy. Her moaning was all the encouragement I needed to stick my fingers in her while I moved my mouth to her ass. My first lick of her tight rosebud made her jump and come for the second time. I didn’t stop my ministrations until she shifted me so we were in 69. She brought a vibrator up to my clit and my face went to town on her clit.

A long while later we laid on the rug in my living room completely drawn out and sore. I had a small smile on my face, my first time with a guy had been missing a lot but my first with a girl had by far made up for it. Now that I had had the taste of the breathlessness, I wanted more.

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The following is a true story that happened to me during the summer of 1998. (And I am dead serious) I would like any and all feedback on this story after you read it. What parts did you like, what got you hot, even parts you hated. I also have many more stories like the one below and to get them all you have to do is ask. Enjoy ladies this one is for you and I am sure you will all get a kick out of it in one form or another.

I had just finished my workout at the local gym and when I was walking out to my car I looked up and on the hood of my car was my old girlfriend Denise and she was sitting on her stomach with her feet in the air. As I got closer she told me “I was just in the area and I was walking around with no shoes on cause my feet hurt and I needed a massage.” As she did that she took her red nails and moved them up and down the length of her foot. “I wanted to see if that wonderful tongue of yours still had the power it had when we went out. Look how dirty my feet got. My feet hurt so bad I had to slip off my heels and walk around barefoot. Everyone was staring at me. Look at all the grime that is on the bottom. Look closer.”

As she extended a foot toward my face I could smell the dirty foot aroma and I started to get a hard on. Denise noticed this and said, “I see you still have a foot fetish. Still jerk off to my pictures?” she asked.

I nodded yes.

“Oh really, well let’s go back to your house I wanna watch what you do to my pictures,” she said as we got into my car.

Denise then propped her feet on my dash board as I attempted to drive. “My feet really miss that tongue of yours. My pretty unpainted toes miss you swirling your tongue around them trying to suck off all the dirt that got on there from walking around the grocery store. Remember those times, Chris? Every time I go by there or walk barefoot I think about you and your tongue on my feet and on my pussy. Slurping all my pussy juice and then licking my ass. Oh god what a marvelous thought huh? Your tongue driving in my ass like a cock.”

We got to my house and my cock was throbbing as we went up to my room and I pulled out Denise’s foot pics. “Get out my letters I wrote to you and I want to watch what you do,” Denise purred as she took a seat in the corner.

“Pretend I’m not here,” Denise said as she put her heels on the ground. “I was wearing these heels for the last two days thinking of you, know that?” Denise said as she picked up a heel.

“Look at my picture and jerk that cock of yours,” Denise yelled.

She handed me a heel and told me to jerk off in it. I began to read one of the nastiest letters she ever wrote me while I jerked my cock hard and it wasn’t long before I unloaded a pretty big load of my protein drink inside the heel. I squeezed out the last drops and put the heel down. Denise bent over and looked in the heel.

“My my, you came a lot and I am damn thirsty,” she lifted the heel and began to tilt it toward her mouth and then she suddenly stopped. She had me come over and put her picture on the floor.

“How bad do you want altıparmak escort to lick my feet again?” she asked. “How bad do you want to stick all 5 of my toes in your mouth? How would you like to have the real thing for a change instead of the picture?”

All I could do was nod my head yes. “Well we are going to see how bad you want to lick my feet. How bad you want to get the grime off.” Denise then told me to not take my eyes off her picture no matter what.

She went over and grabbed the heel with the cum in it and began to pour the cum from the heel all over the picture covering her face and feet with my cum!!! She swirled the white high heel, getting all the cum she could out of the shoe. When she was done my cum covered all her feet and her face.

“Let’s see if your cum still tastes as good as it did when we went out.” Denise tilted the heel and sucked down a few drops of my cum in her mouth.

“MMMMMMMM….tastes so sweet and good, as good as it did when we went out. Now you are going to earn the right to lick my feet. NOW GET YOUR FACE AND TONGUE DOWN THERE ON MY PICTURE AND I WANT TO SEE YOU LICK EVERY SINGLE SPECK OF YOUR CUM OFF MY FUCKIN’ PICTURE. I DON’T WANT TO SEE ANY CUM LEFT. LET’S SEE YOUR TONGUE GET BUSY. LICK UP YOUR OWN CUM, SLAVE BOY!!!”

I hesitated for a moment, not sure what to do. She then grabbed my hair and pushed it in the cum. “STICK YOUR TONGUE OUT SLAVE BOY (she called me that when we went out). I finally did as I was told and began to suck up my cum. It was a bit salty, but not bad.

Denise then spoke to me, “All those years I sucked and swallowed your cum. Looks like you got a lot of catching up to do, huh. Slurp down your cum. I bet it tastes great. Just think of the reward.”

Those words got to me as I began to go faster. She then scooped up some cum on her red finger and moved it toward my mouth. I opened my mouth and she inserted the finger in my mouth and I sucked the cum off of it. “Swirl it around and taste the taste that I tasted for years. This is great. I have my own personal slave. I hope you get used to tasting your cum cause you have a lot of catching up to do, don’t ya. And as long as you’re with me you will swallow your cum for Denise won’t ya?”

I nodded my head yes as I finished.

“Now come over here and smell my dirty feet. Don’t you dare stick them in your mouth, not yet. Stare at my feet and just smell them. Think of all the years you haven’t had them. God it has been what three years since you last had them. I bet your mouth is watering for them, being so close to them. Ok now stick out your tongue and suck only the big toe,” Denise said as I put her big toe in my mouth. God it tasted so good in my mouth like I never stopped sucking her feet. I was in heaven. God I wanted to clean her feet so bad now.

“Now stick in another toe. Lick off the grime and dirt. Get all the dirt off slave boy” Denise told me. “NOW DO ALL THE TOES YOU BASTARD. STICK ALL OF THEM IN YOUR MOUTH. OPEN YOUR MOUTH WIDER SLAVE BOY,” Denise told me.

And open bursa anal yapan escort my mouth I did. Her foot was ready to gag me at this point. I was licking and slurping on her feet for all I was worth. “God how I missed this, feels so good. You licking my feet again and to think I had you lick off your cum off my pic. I’m gonna cum a river in your mouth. Now work your way to my middle, don’t miss a damn spot slave boy,” Denise demanded. And I knew she meant it.

I was like a madman on her feet. They were pretty filthy too.

“Do between the toes. Get the grass stains and oil from my driveway.” God was my cock throbbing now. I was fully hard again. “Don’t stop licking my feet till I tell you to stop.”

I looked up and Denise was undoing her jeans. I watched as she stuck a few fingers in her pussy. “Some cleanser to help get off the dirt.” and she offered her wet fingers to me which I quickly licked clean. “Open wide I want to bury my whole foot in your mouth,” and bury it she did.

She laughed as she watched me almost choke on her feet. “Look how wet your making my pussy” she told me as she pointed at her pussy. She removed her jeans and she spread her legs for me. “LICK MY PUSSY NOW!!! I WANT TO COME A RIVER IN YOUR MOUTH! I hope you are thirsty cause I got plenty of fluids for you to swallow,” she laughed at me.

I began to work my way up her legs at this point. I started to kiss around the base of her pussy lips and began to tongue the juice that was right on the outside of the lips. I slurped some on my tongue and it tasted like honey as I sucked it down. I opened up her pussy lips and dove in. I began to start slow and increased the tempo of my licking. “Faster…faster tongue me faster,” she screamed as she wrapped her legs around me. I found her clit and began to circle it with my tongue.

“I’m gonna cum soon..oh don’t stop…open your mouth wide…here comes my love juice,” and with that her whole body shook as she let loose with a pretty damn big orgasm. Juice filled my mouth and spilled and dripped down my cheeks as I continued to lick as her body went from total convulsions to relaxation within 60 seconds. She also unwrapped her legs from around me. I licked the last few drops from her pussy as she asked me how did she taste.

“Fantastic” I told her. She took her red fingernail and twirled it around my lips and wiped the juice off my cheeks and put it in my mouth. “You ate my pussy so good. I bet you’re still thirsty. I didn’t say a word. “Well I have something to quench your thirst.

“I got a surprise that we always talked about, but never got around to doing,” she said as she had me lay down and she squatted above me. “We talked about it and now for once we are going to do it. Close your eyes and prepare for your yellow lemonade. I’m gonna piss a river down your throat.”

“OHHHHH..I CAN FEEL IT..IT’S ON ITS WAY…HERE IT COMES,” and as she said that a yellow stream of pleasure came out and I greedily drank down wave after wave of the precious juice. Some of the bursa bayan escort juice mixed in with her pussy juice and it made for quite a combo. I drank down the yellow hot piss like it was my last meal.

Denise got up and forced out one last spurt into a cup. She then walked over and we began to kiss, as soon as I got into it she removed her mouth and slid the cup into my mouth and poured the piss into my mouth, which of course I drank.

“My my, you love your queen’s piss huh? Well one of your fantasies finally came true didn’t it? Never thought we would do it, but we did. Hope it was as hot for you as it was for me. Now it is my turn to fulfill my fantasy. I am going to fuck you Chris and you know I’m gonna enjoy every minute of it. Kiss my ass as I find my dildo in my purse.”

I did kiss her ass. I was excited and kinda scared at the same time. Sure we had talked about her doing my ass, but it was just talk, now it was for real. “Give my ass a rim job,” Denise told me as lick her ass I did. I stuck my tongue out and began to lightly lick her hole and then I made my tongue stiff and jammed it in her hole. “Yes, that’s it, ram it in there before I fuck you.” Those words kinda made me shiver for a bit. She then turned and had the dildo in her hand and moved it toward my mouth. “Suck it slave boy,” and suck it I did as I wanted it wet. I was worried it was gonna hurt as I deep throated the plastic toy.

“Suck it like I sucked your cock all those years,” Denise told me. I could tell she was really getting into this. She then went around behind me and oiled my ass up. I could feel the tip rubbing my ass and my hole. At least she was being gentle.

“Ready for me?” and then she slid it in. I could feel my ass open as I heard Denise moan in pleasure. It didn’t hurt at all. It felt good. I could feel her increase the tempo and I was getting hot as I remembered that this was one of her fantasies and I was making it come true. I felt the dildo pop out and then she inserted it all the way back in. God it felt great. It was a neat feeling. In and out she fucked me with her toy. I also felt her grab my cock and begin to stroke it. To my amazement she went down and while the dildo was still in me, began to suck me off!!! I was in heaven. I began to feel another load getting ready to come out, but I didn’t know if I should come in her mouth. As I was ready to cum she stopped!!!! She also pulled the dildo out of my ass.

She got on her stomach and put her feet up and began to suck my off again. “Cum in my mouth” she told me.

Well it didn’t take long for me to uncork a load right in her mouth as she played with my balls. I thought she had swallowed my cum when I looked down and there was a rubber on my cock!! “Shame this is the closest your going to get me of swallowing your cum,” as she sucked on the rubber!!! She peeled off the rubber and we began to French kiss again. When I was relaxed she slid the rubber up and took two fingers and opened my mouth and poured the cum from the rubber in my mouth!!!

“Swallow your cum and gulp it down, while I watch” Denise said and as she smiled as I did just that. She then took the rest of the cum and poured it over her foot and made me lick it off her dirty feet. Took me over an hour to finish cleaning off her feet. She never called me or came over again, but left me her white high heel pumps as a present.

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At a Lesbian Bar Ch. 01

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Ron, a male straight journalist, meets Leila, the chairwoman of the local Lesbian Association, in the “Clit-ivy” bar. Besides Leila sits a big-boobed friend of her, who tensely looks at Ron, who feels both aroused and uneasy at her stare.

Moreover, Ron notices that whenever he changes body posture, Leila’s friend follows suit – and sometimes vice versa.

So he thinks, “She wants me – but aren’t this bar’s female patrons supposed to be lesbians?”

When somebody phones the lady, and she gets out to answer the call, Ron asks Leila, “Leila, what’s your friend’s name?”

“Lorna. You noticed that she kept staring at you, didn’t you?”

“Yes. But I thought she was lesbian.”

“Ron, as far as our association is concerned, a lesbian is a woman who dates other women, not a woman who doesn’t date men.”

“So you’re encouraging me to …”

“I’m just telling you that you shouldn’t mistrust her more than straight women. Obviously, you should be no less considerate.”

When Lorna comes back at the table, Leila introduces her to Ron.

Lorna says, “Pleased to meet you, Ron. I always read your articles, which are very clean – you must be both smart and sensitive, qualities most straight males definitely lack.”

“Please, don’t flatter me!” Ron answers.

“I’m not known for flattering,” Lorna answers, “Actually I’m a literary critic for another newspaper, and I often scathe novels and plays.”

“Lorna Madison! I’ve bought countless books on your advice and never regretted it!”

“Thanks a lot, Ron. And I have learnt a lot from your articles, even though you weren’t writing of something you could experience yourself!”

Ron blushes, and Leila tells Ron, “While we were waiting for you, Lorna told me that she wanted to interview a professor who was a schoolmate of yours …”

“… Rhonda Fox? I’ve never met her for years, and perhaps she still remembers bursa escort that I once leered at her neckline …”

Leila and Lorna laugh their heads off; Leila remarks, “Unpleasant, but widespread misdemeanour. Don’t brood over it”; Lorna unbuttons her shirt somewhat, and tells Ron, “My boobs are yours to watch!”

Ron can’t help noticing Lorna’s white breasts encased in a black lacy bra, and can even glimpse at her veiled nipples before he has to turn his head sideways to keep his arousal in check.

Leila pretends outrage at Lorna’s exhibitionism and jokingly tries to button her shirt up, but Lorna, in the same joking mood, slaps Leila’s wrists while scolding her, “Don’t dare skim my hooters, you dyke! Save your hands for your wife and paramours!”

Ron watches the mock scuffle, goes near the women, delicately grabs Lorna’s shirt, removes Leila’s hands, and delicately buttons the shirt up, taking care not to touch her body and intensely looking at Lorna’s eyes – as if he was undressing her, not dressing her up.

Then he summarizes, “You’re going to interview Rhonda Fox, Lorna, aren’t you? Ok, I can arrange an appointment. Let me skype her!”

Ron has brought his MacBook Pro to show Laila the articles he’s been writing in the last week, and since there is a WiFi hotspot in the bar, he can connect to the Internet and skype Rhonda Fox; once she answers the call, he introduces Lorna to her, and bids Lorna speak to Rhonda.

Lorna does that, after unbuttoning her shirt, and hugging Ron’s left arm to her right breast – embarrassing him a lot – and in a few minutes the appointment is made. Laila understands that it’s better for her to let them alone, and bids them farewell.

“Leila,” Lorna complains, “You have to help me with editing the files in my pen drive. My PC has crashed!”

“Plug the pen drive to my MacBook,” Ron says; Leila smiles, pays her bill and bursa ucuz eskort gets out.

Lorna actually does as instructed, and for a couple hours she edits the articles for her newspaper and the chapters of a book she’s writing, while holding Ron close to her and touching her breasts.

When she’s done, Ron shuts the Mac Book, and as they are the last patrons in the bar, Lorna tells Ron, “It’s pretty hot here. Can you help me unbutton the shirt?”

Ron embraces Lorna’s shoulders with his left arm, and unbuttons the shirt with the other; when he’s done, and Lorna’s bra and navel are in full sight, she clasps his hand and puts it between her breasts; Ron gets the message and fondles them through, and the (female) barista averts her gaze while sweeping the floor.

The massage is so pleasant that Lorna pulls Ron’s hand from the breasts to the crotch, and his left hand leavers the shoulder, opens the bra, and fondles her tits, nipples included; moreover, Lorna neares her mouth to Ron’s, inviting him to kiss her.

After the kiss, the barista goes near their table and tells them: “Here you are the bar keys. I’m going home; please close the doors when you’re done – and break your leg!”

There are thick black curtains at the windows, so they can now do whatever they like without being seen, and Lorna hints at a couch wide and long enough for both.

Lorna stands up, Ron follows suit and, while they are going there, hurriedly undresses Lorna from behind, so she sits on the couch completely naked; Ron is still dressed, but Lorna opens his fly and keeps sucking and licking his shaft to keep it erect, while Ron strips himself.

When they’re both naked, Ron aims straight to her twat, penetrates Lorna, who squeals with delight as she feels his cock entering her, and rapidly enjoys orgasm. Even though he is uncircumcised, Ron requires a lot bursa anal yapan escort of stimulation to come, much to Lorna’s delight, and she experiences multiple orgasms before Ron’s.

As Ron’s dick exits the pleasure’s lair, Lorna tells Ron, “Don’t sully the couch! Let’s do a 69 now to lick our genitalia squeaky clean!” Ron obliges, and while he is able to make Lorna come again, Lorna’s maneuver can only tickle him as he is still in his refractory period.

An hygienic rule commands to pee as soon as possible after sexual intercourse, and the lovers take advantage of the bar toilets; there is also a shower for the barista, and they take it together, smiling, giggling, touching each other, and get out hugging each other.

Lorna wants to dress again, but Ron gently stops her, hugs and kisses her, makes her sit on his lap, and she asks, “What are you doing now?”

Ron doesn’t answer; latches himself to her right tit and begins to suck and arouse her; then he switches breast and sucks the left – he only stops when she leans backwards to let him lick her twat and suck her clit.

After doing that, Ron makes love with Lorna again, and after another 69 they go back to the shower cabin.

When they are done, Lorna watches the bar clock and says, “I’d like to continue, but the bar is going to open in half an hour. Better to dress up and … go to my home, if you want to enjoy me again.”

“Ok … but can I ask you a question?”

“I am supposed to be lesbian, am I not? About two thirds of the lesbians actually feel some attraction towards men – and if I meet a smart person, empathetic to us, his or her gender matters little to me. I fell in love over your writings and your soul – and you are also good in bed.”

“Thanks. But … don’t you think that other lesbians may snub you?”

“Leila and the barista don’t do that; about the others, I don’t judge them, I hope they won’t judge me. They already know what’s my opinion of labels like ‘Gold Star Lesbian’: nonsense.”

“You’re right. Sexuality is nobody else’s business.”

“By the way … can you suck my tits again? I loved it a lot, and if you’re seeking an Adult Breastfeeding Relationship, I can be your soulmate.”

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Free Wolf Ch. 05

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I woke up shivering. The air had turned cold and I was wrapped all around Kyle, stealing his body heat. I pressed my face to his hairy, broad chest and inhaled. He smelled so good, and it came to me that something was different. He smelled too good.

He still had that spicy-desert-night smell, but there was a new underlying scent. It was like wind soughing through the grasses of some high cold meadow, earthy and clean. It was my scent. I moved my nose closer to his armpit and inhaled. The smells complemented each other, ultra-masculine. It was the reverse of my own new scent. It made my cock hard as rock, like an aphrodisiac despite the cold air.

I gently pulled away from Kyle’s embrace and left him sleeping. I pulled the other sleeping bag over him and went to the tent opening. It was still very early, the sun not even risen. We’d left our clothes and stuff in the truck and I planned to make a dash for it. I unzipped the flap and stepped out to look at the clearing. There were seven tents set up in a loose circle, plenty of space between them.

At one end were the remains of a campfire I’d barely noticed the night before. John was standing there laying in wood for a new fire. He saw me at the same time I’d noticed him. He glanced at my stiff dick and up to my face, he shook his head back and forth as he gave me a little wave. I took off for Kyle’s truck. I grabbed our bags and ran back to the tent, waving at John again with a big smile on my face.

I entered the tent and searched my bag for the lube we’d packed. I found it and set it near the pillows. My hormones were raging, the smell of Kyle inside the small tent making my dick leak. I crawled between the sleeping bags and positioned my body over Kyle’s. I forced his legs open for me and cradled my crotch into his. I kissed his lips softly to rouse him.

“Wake up, Kyle. I’m hungry.” A growl escaped my lips on the last word. His eyes fluttered open, confusion plain in them.

“Huh? What time is it?” He kissed me, my lips so close to his and I squirmed over him. I pushed my cock into his stomach, grunting and purring.

“Hungry for what, baby?” He started smiling.

“Get a whiff of yourself, Kyle. You smell so good, it’s making me so fucking hard.” I leaned forward and forced my tongue past his lips, into his mouth. My dick was aching so bad, I was afraid I would come so I pulled away from him slightly. He took the space to sniff at himself, his eyes widening.

“It worked. Mmm, I smell good. You like that, baby?”

“Kyle, I’ve gotta fuck you.”

“Shh, Tony. Everyone will hear us, we can’t.” He gave me a soft kiss before speaking again, “We’re surrounded by more than a dozen werewolves with supernatural hearing. Let’s go out to the woods.”

“Kyle.” I moaned out his name, trying to keep it low. I was so frustrated and aroused I thought I might die. The urge to fuck him felt primal and beyond necessary. I thought I might die from the need. Then inspiration struck, thank God I knew my man and what he liked.

“Come on, Kyle. We’ll keep it down, I promise. You can bite the pillow.” I smiled down at him.

“No, baby. Let’s go outside and find a nice spot.”

“You don’t want me to fuck you again.”

“That’s not it, baby, I swear. I want it again, but I am kind of sore….” He looked up at me, gauging my reaction. But I had a plan. I leaned close to his ear and ran my tongue over it, before whispering.

“Please, Kyle. I’m so fucking hot for you, I have to be inside you. Please? I’ll make it up to you, really, I’ll make you the happiest man alive.” I pulled up to lick at his smiling lips.

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. You know I love your big cock.” I rolled my hips against his as I spoke, rubbing my hard cock against his waking dick. “Just let me fuck, and tonight we can switch places. Tonight, I want you to fuck my pussy. I want you to pound me until I come. I want you to make me beg for that huge cock. I want it deep and hard.” Kyle’s cock was now full and hot along mine. He’d brought his legs up, pulling them wider for me, although I didn’t think he’d realized it.

“Please, Kyle? Roll over for me, I’ll make you come.” I rose up onto my knees, using my hands to urge him over while keeping up the dirty talk. “I want you to fuck me all night long, leave my cunt sore and dripping with your come.”

I got in position behind him. I looked down at my cock, so red and full that the skin was shiny. I knew I was making promises I’d have to keep but I wanted to keep them. First, I had to get inside Kyle’s ass. I grabbed the lube and poured some down the crease of his ass. I rubbed my fingers in the slick, right over his opening. I pushed one finger into him, trying to be gentle. He moaned and I forced in another.

“You’ll fuck me so good. I love when you’re so deep inside me. Never seen a cock so big, you’ll split me open. I’ll scream so loud, everyone will hear and know that I’m yours.” I twisted the fingers, making him stretch. He groaned and pushed his bursa suriyeli escort escort ass back at me. I reached for the lube again and drizzled it over my dick.

“Take me, now, Kyle.” I pulled his hips up until he was on his knees and pushed my cock in. I couldn’t wait for him to get accustomed to my big dick. I pulled out all the way and thrust fully back into him. He whimpered, keeping the sound muffled in the pillow.

“Fuck, Kyle. It’s so good, so tight.” I pulled out and forced my way back in some more, enjoying his tight heat. Finally he pushed back to meet my hips and moaned, he was getting into it. I dropped down over him, both of us moaning at the new angle. I started fucking him for real, deep strokes, varying my pace. I lapped at the skin of his shoulders and neck, up into his hair. I had him whimpering and moaning.

I straightened up and held still, keeping him fully impaled. “Fuck yourself on my cock, Kyle.” He rose onto his hands and thrust his hips back at me, tentatively. Another whimper escaped his lips, barely audible. He started hammering his ass back onto my dick, arching his back to get the position just right.

“Yeah, show me how much you love it, Kyle.” I grabbed his hips, digging my fingers into the soft skin over his bones. “Fuck, Kyle.” I slammed into him, uncaring of the loud smacks as our flesh connected. I set the pace again, building to a faster and faster rhythm. I gripped him tighter, pulling his body back to meet each of my hard plunges.

“Come for me, Kyle.” He growled loudly, turning it into a whimper as I felt his hole contracting around my cock. I fucked him harder and he cried out. The squeezing grip on my dick pushed me over the edge and I spilled my come into him, crying out myself.

I panted over him for a moment and then rolled us both onto our sides. I kept him on my dick and pulled him tighter against my front. I moved us out of the puddle of come he’d left on the sleeping bag and pulled the other over us. I kissed his shoulder and wrapped him in my arms before passing out.

When I woke again the sky was considerably brighter. I rolled over wondering where Kyle was. I vaguely remembered him pulling away from me and soothing me back to sleep at some point. I heard laughing and playful cries coming from outside the tent. Seemed that the pack was in a good mood.

I pulled some of Kyle’s clothes out of his bag, hoping to surprise him with this little fetish of ours. I found some small, tight running shorts. They had a lining sewn into them, like underwear, and I pulled them on, enjoying the way they cupped my dick and balls. They didn’t cover as much as my boxers would have and I felt my cock twitching at the thought of Kyle admiring me in them. I slid on some sandals and went out to find my wolf.

I emerged smiling, scanning for Kyle. Everyone went quite and they were watching me. I found Kyle by the fire and he waved me over. John and Brady were there watching Kyle cook breakfast. I caught him scanning my body, lingering over my crotch. When he finally reached my eyes I gave him a knowing smirk and I saw some light color creep into his cheeks.

“Hey, it’s Tony, the whammy man.” Brady called out as I got closer.

He stood up to bump knuckles with me. “Huh?” I smiled in confusion at the three friends.

“Jeesh, Tony. I don’t know what you did to us, but it was awesome! You can put the whammy on me anytime. Mike and Tim might be a little pissed, but that’s what they get for bunking together.”

“What are you talking about, Brady? Kyle, I don’t get it.” I looked back and forth between them, uncomprehending.

Kyle growled out, “Shut up, Brady.” He turned to me and smiled. He shoveled up a plate of home-fries and eggs from the pan on the fire and handed it to me.

“Have something to eat and we’ll go talk, baby.”

I nodded as John handed me a fork, a big smile plastered on his face. Kyle took my hand and led me over to the vehicles. He let down the tailgate of his truck and we both hopped up onto it. I gladly dug into the food, starving. I could tell with the first bite that Kyle had made it.

“Good, Tony?” I was humming and purring. “Glad you like it. I have to tell you something. First, let me just say that it’s no big deal.” I’d slowed down chewing and nodded at him. He’d brought a cup of coffee and he handed it to me.

“This morning was fucking perfect.” He leaned closer to murmur, “I hope you meant what you said about tonight, too.” I nodded and took a sip of coffee to clear my throat so I could tell him but he started talking again before I could.

“No one knows why werewolves form into packs, we assume it’s instinct, like wolves in the wild. We form intense bonds with our pack members, sometimes stronger than our family bonds. Look at John and Brady, they followed me to another state when we were little more than pups. We don’t know if the pack thing is metaphysical, linked to the magic that bursa ucuz escort makes us wolves, or if it’s biological, like pheromones or something. But we are intrinsically connected in some way to the other members of our pack.

“This morning, when you made love to me, we roused something in the rest of the pack. I should say that we aroused them, I guess.” He chuckled and rubbed a hand across my cheek, stroking his thumb over my cheekbone. “Everyone had the urge to mate, I mean, like it was necessary. We might not have even noticed it, but John was up and he says he practically attacked Sarah after he saw you run to the truck in all your glory.” He laughed and took the half eaten plate of food from me to set beside him.

“No one knows what happened with Mike and Tim. They must have been affected too. I know they’re straight but something must have happened, ’cause they won’t even look each other in the eye.” He grinned over at me, watching me from beneath his dark eyelashes. I could feel myself turning red.

“We’ll just have to be a little more careful in the future, Tony. No one got hurt, but I don’t know what might happen next time. Usually one couple can’t affect the whole group like that, maybe because I’m the Alpha…. I don’t know, maybe it’s connected to how we can speak to one another in our animal form, or maybe it’s because you mated to me last night. Who knows? We’ll just make sure to put some distance between us and the rest of them next time. At least, until we get a handle on this.” I nodded and turned to look out at our pack.

They were all running around, laughing. Some were holding hands and some were chasing each other. I saw Susan come out of her tent and Brady racing over to her, she took off for the woods and he gave chase. She was giggling and flipping her long blond hair, he was howling and trying to grab her ass.

“I guess whatever it is, it’s still lingering, huh?” I looked at Kyle and he nodded, grinning wide.

“Let’s go help them burn off some energy.” He pointed to the moon, still visible, low in the southeast sky. He took my hand and pulled me off the truck.

“I remember smelling water last night. There must be a lake or something over there.” He waved towards the west. He turned toward the clearing and whistled, loud enough to hurt. Everyone stopped and turned to watch as Kyle flung off his clothes and changed. They began following suit, one by one. I tugged off the shorts, throwing them into the bed of the truck, and let myself shift.

Kyle took off and I followed him, along with the rest of the pack. We ran for miles, dashing between trees and jumping over fallen trunks, the wolves howling and barking. Kyle stopped every so often to scent the air then we’d be on our way again. Finally we found the lake set in a valley between two low mountains.

We all ran for the lake, not slowing down, and jumped in. The water was super cold but invigorating. I paddled out a ways and turned to head back in. I watched all the wolves playing in the shallow water like puppies. I ducked under the water and came up human. I swam into the shallows, looking for Kyle.

I found him wrestling with another wolf over a stick. I called his name and he trotted over to me. His wolf looked so much bigger when I was in human form, bigger than any dog I’d ever seen. I put my hand out for him to smell me and he pushed his big head into my palm. I knelt down and scratched behind his ears while he licked my face.

[You taste good. Oh yeah, right there.] I was surprised to hear his voice in my head, but I didn’t stop scratching and petting. His right hind leg started thumping against the ground when I scratched harder where he’d said, like he couldn’t stop it. I started laughing, falling onto the ground. He came over and put his forepaws on my chest, pinning me, and growled. I laughed even harder, couldn’t stop laughing.

When I calmed down some he grinned down at me. He licked my face a couple times, purposely licking over my lips.

“Yuck, dog slobber.” I pushed my arms into his chest, forcing him off me. “Gross, Kyle. Turn, I want to swim.” He changed, laughing even as his human form fully emerged.

“You don’t mind it when I look like this. I was just giving you a kiss, baby.” He started laughing again.

“Sure, sure. You can keep your doggy kisses, fucker.” I sprang up, pushing my shoulder into his stomach and grabbing him by the back of the thighs, I stood up. I carried him toward the lake. He slapped my ass, protesting to be put down, so I threw him into the water. He came up sputtering, “Fuck, it’s cold.”

I jumped out to meet him and keep him in the water then took his hand to drag him out deeper. We swam out toward the middle of the lake, keeping pace with one another. Before too long Kyle slowed and turned onto his back. I did the same and we lay there floating with our fingers linked. He turned to me and without warning pushed me under. It was my turn to come bursa üniversiteli escort up sputtering water.

“That’s what you get. Fair play, baby.” He pulled me to him and wrapped my legs around his waist. We both were treading water with our arms, gazes locked. I felt his cock growing against my thigh. He turned to look over his shoulder.

“Think they can see us?” He turned back to me, grinning, that sexy little thing he did where just the corners of his lips curled up.

“I think we’re pretty far away. You have something in mind, pup?” He growled and nodded to the closer shore. I used my legs to pull him under, letting him go quick I took off for the shore. He tried to grab my ankles but just missed me and a second later I heard him cutting into the water behind me. I pushed myself and made it to the shore a full minute before he did.

He came out of the water dripping, his tan line drew my eyes to his dick. It had lost some of its rigidity, but it was still swollen and pointing out from his incredible body. As he approached me, laughing, I got up on my knees and swallowed his wet cock.

“Aghh, no fair, baby. I was going to throw you back in. Shit, you’re throat feels so warm after that water.” I held him in my mouth and throat, feeling him grow hard inside me. I swallowed against the head and he groaned. He held my head and thrust gently into my mouth a couple times before groaning and pulling out.

“They can see us, Tony. Let’s go up in the trees.” He pulled me up and guided me towards the trees with a hand on my shoulder. He guided me to the wide trunk of a big, old tree and pushed me against it. I threw my hands out to catch myself against the bark and Kyle stepped in close behind me. He put one hand on my shoulder, holding me bent toward the tree, and put his other hand on my hip. He ran his thumb in circles over the skin at the top of my ass. He pressed his cock up to me, rubbing it between my ass cheeks. He used his feet to kick my legs farther apart, opening me up.

“How about a taste of what’s to come?” I moaned and pushed my ass back. I wanted him to fuck me, and realized that I missed his big dick inside of me. I expected, wanted him to take me hard and fast. I wanted him to be brutal, feral and shove his cock into me. I let out a begging, slutty little whimper. I was surprised when he pulled away and suddenly I felt the whiskers on his chin scraping along the cleft of my ass. He used his hands to pull my ass open and drove his tongue into me.

“Oh, K-Kyle. Fuck me.” I was gasping and stuttering. He spit onto my hole and used his tongue to press the saliva into me. My dick went hard as a rock. “Now, Kyle. I need you now.”

He stood up, I heard him spit a couple times, and suddenly his cock was pushing up into me. I met the pressure, pushing out with my inner muscles, and helped him impale me. He immediately started hammering his cock into me making my ass burn with the friction. We were both grunting and groaning, gasping and unable to speak as he worked his cock in and out of me. He was gripping my hips with both hands, I knew I’d have bruises bracketing my pelvis, while he assaulted my ass.

He pulled me up onto my toes, suspending me on his dick. He gave me three thrusts, going so deep, and I started screaming with the force of my orgasm. He followed right behind me, fucking into me hard, and I felt his hot come spurting inside me as he howled.

He pulled me up to lean back against him. I let my head fall back onto his shoulder as he shuddered, still pumping into me. We caught our breath for a moment then he pulled his dick slowly from inside me, letting some of his come leak out and run down the insides of my thighs. He turned me around and gave me a searing kiss, crushing my lips against my teeth. He ran one hand up into my hair as I cradled his shoulders.

“God, baby. It just gets better and better.” He cupped my ass with his other hand, pushing his middle finger just inside my come-slick hole. “Think that’ll hold us until tonight?” I nodded before laying my head on his shoulder and licking the salty sweat there.

“We should be heading back, before they start worrying. You gonna make it?”

“Yeah, let’s go, love.” I straightened up and took his hand to walk back to the lake.

We walked into the water and it helped cool down my overheated body. The water refreshing us, we swam for the distant shore. The rest of the pack had shifted back and most of them were lying in the sun, some of them still splashing in the water. As we got closer Brady and Susan got up to meet us at the shore.

Brady saw the handprints at my hips, just starting to turn a deeper color, and shook his head, grinning. Susan saw him and swatted at his arm.

“Ow, honey. Domestic violence.” She leaned up to kiss him on the cheek and he wrapped an arm around her. Then he leveled a serious look at Kyle and said, “Chicken-fight.” Susan laughed as he dragged her out into the water and ducked to put his head between her legs. He lifter her easily and turned toward us. I shrugged at Kyle and he smiled.

“We can take ’em, baby.” He pulled me out into deeper water and ducked down to lift me onto his shoulders. We took a second to get our balance then squared off against the other couple. Kyle and Brady approached each other and when we got close enough Susan and I reached to grapple.

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Mel smiled to herself. She had the place to herself: Em, her flatmate, was off at work, and wouldn’t be home until her normal hour, and her boyfriend, Andrew, had spent last night at his own home, and was out of town for the day. However, they, and Em’s other half, were all expecting to eat at Mel and Em’s that evening, and Mel, as normal, was in charge of cooking. No hardship, there: Mel’s a decent cook—and to be honest, the boys aren’t too fussy. Appreciative, but easy to please. Parallels could be drawn, if one wanted, between their appetites.

Mel, therefore, had much to prepare. The food she needed was in the larder from the last shopping trip; that was only part of the problem. This morning had been spent preparing food: dishes that would cook themselves, for the main, over the afternoon, with little supervision, which left the petite blonde with an afternoon to herself.

She’d gone to some lengths, over the last week, to make sure the gadgetry she wanted to use for today’s project was ready, and worked as she wanted. The camera was charged, and the streaming service primed. She’d tested it last week while Em had been out, getting a feel for how everything fitted together, and how she’d be able to use it.

Now, it was time to get started. By Mel’s reckoning, Andy would be on his train home in about half an hour. Chris, Em’s partner, would be at his desk, as would Em, in fact. She knew Em hadn’t any meetings today—with luck, nor would Chris.

Mel sent her first message to the trio, and headed to the bathroom.

***

Sitting on his first train home, Andrew was reading a bunch of papers, his tablet on the table in front of him. A boring but necessary meeting behind him, and a similarly dull train ride ahead, he was looking forward to an evening with his three closest friends. The tablet pinged: a message from Mel, by the sound, and he idly picked it up. Occasionally, she’d send a photo of dinner in preparation, to encourage him home, or ask him to pick something up: it’d be that, no doubt. He was puzzled to see, instead, an unfamiliar link, and her instruction: “Click here in ten minutes. M.” Intriguing.

Andy couldn’t resist, and tried the link: no use. He’d have to wait, and went back to the paper, curiosity nagging gently. What was Mel up to this time? Five minutes passed: another message pinged in. “Hope you’re alone: not safe for clients.”

Oh. That was the mood she was in. Andrew grinned: Mel had her…interests, and he was always happy to accommodate them. This would be a plan to heat him up for later, no doubt. His mind wandered, considering the possibilities; remembering explosive couplings from the past; wondering what she had in store.

Time’s up. Andrew clicked the link, and this time it worked: video filled the screen. As it buffered, he glanced around, taking in the near-deserted carriage, and angling the screen slightly. Looking back, he grinned, recognizing Mel’s bathroom, and her naked form in the shower. He watched, as the slender girl soaped herself up: well, re-soaped herself, as she was clearly taking her time on this particular shower. Her hand lingered, unmistakably, on a nipple, while she turned slightly to improve the angle of the show. The other drifted down her own side, over a hip, and down her thigh; paused; ran back up her inner leg. Mel brought a soapy hand down to her crotch, and worked a good lather up. A pair of fingers slipped between her legs, reaching backwards into her nethers, as Andy’s grin widened. He shuffled in his seat, making a growing erection that bit more comfortable, and settled in.

***

Mel let her fingertip brush only briefly through her labia, keen to prolong both her own pleasure, and torment. Knowing full well that the suds obscured the details of her nudity, she soaped herself up, keeping a tantalizing view to the camera propped on the other side of the room. Smiling to herself, she turned, arse to the lens, and bent over at the hips to wash her feet, giving the camera a frankly pornographic view of her hairless twat from behind. She took a little while over her feet, making sure her legs parted slightly, and allowing water to run over her back and between her cheeks. A proper view was surely available. Standing once more, she turned, full-frontal, and finished rinsing herself, allowing her fingers to dwell slightly longer than needed on her pussy as she spread the lips.

Stepping out of the bath, she hit the button to stop the transmission. A brief pause, to build anticipation, was needed; and she needed to dry off.

***

Em sat, transfixed. She knew there was no way Mel was doing this for just her benefit, which meant Andy must be watching, too. Chris? Only one way to check. She fired off a brief message, “You watching Mel’s show?” Contemplating her diary, she wondered how quickly she could wrap up for the day and get home; Mel must have more in store.

“Am I ever. Just as well she sent the warning-I was meeting someone. Will hurry home after last meeting!”

Em’s bursa escort stomach lurched: they were all watching her naked roomie’s exploits. A tingle started to build in her own pelvis at the thought, as she wrote back to Mel. “Is that all?”

Impatiently, Em waited. Hours seemed to pass, though minutes really went by.

“Course not. Just getting dressed.”

That, though, didn’t give any idea of how long Em would have to wait, hoping for more. Sighing to herself, Em tried to concentrate on her work, the faster to leave.

***

Mel sat on the bed. She’d dried herself off, and re-dressed. Not the everyday garb of earlier, which Em had seen her in when she left: that wouldn’t suit at all. No, now she’d gone all out, with rarely-deployed suspender belt and stockings; over them, an indecently low thong, the triangle of which barely rising above her cleft; and a lacy bra that did little, really, to conceal her small breasts. The camera was on its stand at the foot of the bed, the image of her going off into the ether. The knowledge that she was visible melted her, and her pussy flooded as she leant back on the headboard, raised her knees, and parted her legs.

***

Andy dashed across the station, making the change faster than the travel planner had expected, and found a quiet seat in the earlier train. With a bit of luck, there’d be a taxi waiting at the station, and he’d make it back sooner than he’d thought: Mel set quite an incentive. Checking around him for witnesses—Mel might like an audience, but he didn’t want a watcher watching the watcher, as it were—Andy followed her latest streaming link. Buffering was a torment; data connections on a train always are, but finally the screen filled with Mel. Her fingertips traced lightly over the thin fabric covering her slit, as she gazed into the camera with a slight smile. Andy settled into the seat, checked his watch, adjusted his trousers to make space for a growing package.

“That should be long enough for you to log in,” came Mel’s voice through his headphones. Her fingers slipped under the top of the thong, and dipped down towards her cleft. A satisfied sigh came from her as her finger found her clit and started to gently circle. Mel’s other hand reached up, and slid into her bra as she pinched a nipple, gently. The pace on her clitoris started to build, then she broke off to dip her finger into her cunny. Freshly slickened, she went back to the nub, releasing another sigh.

***

Chris finished his phonecall as quickly as was professional, and re-checked his calendar. One more call scheduled, and he could go. He’d have to catch up on, next week, but he could spare the time until then: Mel’s link had popped up while he was talking, and he’d missed the start of the broadcast. He zipped forward, catching glimpses of her settling onto the bed; teasing herself; discarding the bra; tweaking her nipples into prominence. Mel rubbed her clit with two fingers, as her other hand smoothed over her small breasts, down her chest, over her slender waist, and back up. Her eyes were slightly closed now, but still fixed on the all-important camera, and the same small smile played across her face. Determined to put on a good show, she spread her knees a little wider, and the narrow crotch of her thong, pulled up by her busy hand, dug between her lips and pressed on her anus. The muscles in her stomach twitched in sympathy to the new sensation, and she moaned slightly, stretching back against the headboard. Mel added a rhythmic pull outwards to her masturbating hand, pulling the cloth between her nether lips and relaxing it as she worked her clit. A light shudder ran through her.

Chris was an iron rod, trapped at his desk, feverishly calculating how long he could watch before he’d have to pick up the phone, wondering how far Mel would go—how far she’d get. She was twisting a nipple, eyes now closed as she fondled herself. The thong now appeared to be more of a hindrance than a pleasure, though, and she paused to wriggle it off, sending it on its way to join her abandoned bra.

Mel’s twat was now in full view of the camera, her neat pink lips engorged as her fingers returned to the nerve-filled spot buried in the folds. Her other hand came down, now, to join it, and Chris’s stomach jolted as two of Mel’s fingers slowly, purposefully sank into her cunt. Her knees went wide as she filled herself, and the wet fingers gradually re-emerged, before driving in once more. A louder moan, this time, as Mel’s head went back and her fingertips flew over her clit. Gripped by the sight of the finger-fucking Mel was enjoying, Chris didn’t notice the phone until the second ring, and ignored it for four more.

***

Em had locked the door to her office, and dropped the blinds. It was the only way, really. Grateful that she’d worn a short skirt, she’d tugged off her knickers and stuffed them into her bag while Mel buffered: now she, too, was knuckle-deep in her own cunt, with a finger idly bursa ucuz eskort passing over her clitoris. She wanted to be careful; she couldn’t leave evidence of coming, but she saw no reason not to enjoy the show before she could leave and watch in person. Something inner twisted, slightly, at the combination of observing Mel, and the forbidden pleasure of wanking herself at work to the sight.

Mel, flushed now, surfacing somewhat from the consuming sensation of a filled passage and a fingered clit, grinned. Rolling over on to hands and knees, she shuffled down towards the camera, looking back over a shoulder to line herself up. Em’s screen filled with pussy, as Mel reached between her thighs to spread herself, pushing apart her lips to reveal the opening to her wet, ready cunt. As Mel resumed her efforts on her clit, and her fingers once more filled her, Em shuddered, carefully balancing her own pleasure against the need to delay. She’d be able to leave, soon, unremarked upon: not long now, and it was only a short walk home.

***

Mel was soaking, utterly overcome with the idea of her sex so flagrantly on display for her audience as she pleasured herself. Her fingers flew over her clit; pistoned into her cunt; her nipples ached. She bit her lip, but a long moan escaped. Part of her wanted to hold off, delay, prolong; part of her needed the release an orgasm would bring—and there could be more. Denying herself as best she could, she slowed the driving pace, glanced back to check she was still aligned with the lens. Too much: it reminded her of the viewers. Her orgasm came from deep within, as much psychological, this one, as a physical response, and her squeal tore across the airwaves, her twitching perineum an unambiguous mark of her coming for them to see. She shuddered as she leant more weight forward, her pussy muscles spasming slightly as her fingers slowed to a halt.

***

Andrew had been lucky, and a taxi was waiting. Head down, he was intent on his mobile’s small screen, ignoring traffic and the driver’s commentary, as he watched Mel fly to her first orgasm. So consuming was his attention that he sailed past Em, almost running home while glancing at her own phone; he’d get back before her, and it was probably as well that she didn’t notice him in the back of the cab, or realise she’d missed a lift.

He dashed in, discarding jacket and bags untidily as he strode to where he knew Mel waited. Opening the door, he was greeted by the sight of her arse still in the air, as she lazily fingered herself, looking back at him with a grin.

“I thought you’d try to get her quickly,” she laughed, “You must have caught an earlier train.”

“I hoped you’d make it worth my while, though you seem to have done well enough without me!”

Mel rolled off the bed, stood, and collected the camera, pointing it at Andy as she walked towards him.

“Well enough, but I’m glad you’re back. Hold this?”

She passed him the device, and started to undress him. She grinned at the camera,

“I hope you’re both still there: do hurry home,” and laughed at Andy’s face. “Yes, Em and Chris should be watching, too: it wasn’t only for your benefit, honey. I hope you don’t mind?”

Andrew shook his head, chuckling with her. “No, and I shouldn’t be surprised, really. Let the show continue.”

One handed, he helped Mel divest him of his clothes, keeping the lens pointed at the slender, naked girl as she finally freed his cock. She eyed it, hungrily, then glanced to check the camera. She pushed Andy back, to sit on the edge of the bed, and knelt between his knees.

Grinning up, though Andy couldn’t be sure whether it was at him or the lens, she took the swollen head between her lips. Keeping eye contact—with the lens, he was sure, now—Mel’s head bobbed expertly on him as she gradually sank more of his shaft into her mouth. One hand was wrapped around the rod, while the other started to play once more with her twat. Andy adjusted the angle of the camera, keeping the blowjob in the foreground, but hinting at her self-pleasure. Round his cock, Mel seemed to smile, as she spread her legs that little bit more, and extravagantly took him deep.

Andy kept the camera trained on Mel’s face as his penis went in and out, her mouth keeping steady light suction. She was masterful at this, her efforts reinforced by her awareness of the camera.

“You pull the stops out with a camera on you, don’t you?” he asked, rhetorically, and then hissed as she deliberately swirled her tongue over the sensitive rim, and tickled the frenulum.

“She does love an audience,” came a new voice from the doorway. Andy grinned widely, looking over at Em, but kept the camera on his crotch for now.

Mel broke off, her hand slowly pumping Andy as she twisted her head to smirk at her friend.

“Don’t just stand there! You can take the camera: you’ll get better shots than Andy, ’cause you can move around. And take your clothes bursa anal yapan escort off,” she instructed, before enveloping Andy’s member in her mouth once more.

“You definitely don’t mess about,” commented Em, as she flicked her shoes off. Andy weighed up his options, and quietly shifted the camera to capture the second woman undressing. Exhibition not as central to her sexuality as Mel’s, Em didn’t object to being seen, and she hoped Chris, presumably stuck at work, would enjoy doing the seeing. Her eyes fixed on Mel’s rocking head, rather than the camera, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse, left it by her shoes, and unclipped her unremarkable bra. Her breasts, bigger than Mel’s, swung slightly as she bent to step out of her skirt, naked now, but still watching the bobbing blonde head.

“You lose your knickers in the rush home?” Andy teased her.

“Had to lose them earlier, thanks to her provocation. Nearly left a damp patch on my office seat, too.”

Mel giggled round Andy’s shaft, before pulling off with a small, wet noise.

“Give her the camera, Andy, and lie back: it’s my turn.”

Soundlessly, Andy passed it to Em, and did as he’d been told. Em focused on Mel’s arse as she climbed onto the bed, straddling Andy, as she crawled up the bed. Pausing to kiss him deeply, she carried on up, positioning her groin above him. Em filled the frame with Mel’s parted lips as she sank onto Andy’s waiting mouth. A sigh came as he dug the tip of his tongue into her cleft, his hands gripping and steadying her hips. Trained on the lovers, Em slowly circled the bed to capture Mel in profile astride his head, one hand holding her loose hair, the other resting on Andy’s. Em knew the raised hand would be to stretch herself out, giving a good, unimpeded view of her chest: Mel had no secrets.

Conscious of her audience, Em positioned herself opposite the long mirror on the far wall, putting herself in sight of the camera. Framed, now, were the entwined bodies on the bed, with Em in the background: one hand steadying the camera on the couple, while the other circled her nub beneath the small auburn patch of hair she left. Surely Chris wouldn’t be long, now?

With utter self-confidence, Andy’s hand wriggled out from under Mel’s, and wrapped around his own cock. He pumped, slowly, maintaining his erection; knowing it would be required soon. Sure enough, Mel’s breathing began to change, adopting the pattern Em, Chris, and Andy would recognize from whenever she was eaten out. Her back arched as she leant back, supported now by Andy’s hand on her spine, to get her cunt in exactly the position she wanted. Em’s knee trembled, as the sight before her, and the fingertip in her cunny, began to do their work. In the mirror, she could be seen parting her lips as she stared first at Mel’s crotch, then at Andy’s. Mel bucked, and ground herself onto Andy as she gasped.

“That’ll do,” she muttered, huskily, as she pushed herself off him, instructing, “Em, foot of the bed.”

Camera still trained on them, finger still twiddling herself, Em circled back down. Andy, gauging Mel’s need, shifted upwards as she turned and went down the bed, until Mel’s pussy now hovered above Andy’s proud cock.

Em adjusted the camera, making sure she had both Mel’s face and cunt in view to capture that blissful moment of penetration. Her own fingers slid backwards down her slick pussy, to rest just minutely inside her introitus, waiting, ready to mirror the impalement before her.

Gazing at the lens, Mel took Andy’s cock, positioning the fat dark head so it just parted her wet lips. Slowly, eyes trained on the camera, she let herself drop, millimetrically, onto it, her mouth opening slightly and her back arching as she savoured the feeling of his hot shaft stretch and fill her waiting cunny. Em, fingers now deep inside herself, filmed it all, as Mel lifted, equally slowly, from Andy’s glistening-wet shaft, then sank, balls-deep, onto it once more. With practiced grace, and without breaking her slow rhythm, Mel leant back, her hands held on Andy’s chest by his, and her feet astride his thighs. Em drank in the deliberate display, from Andy’s wide-spread legs and heavy balls beneath the steely shaft that was sinking into Mel; from her cunt lips, displaced and pushed aside by his cock, to the visible hood over her clit; up over the taut stomach and small flushed tits, topped with darker nipples pointing skyward; to her ecstatic face, eyes captivated by the camera. An answering shiver ran through Em, sweeping through her own pussy and tingling nipples.

Em plunged her fingers in and out of herself whilst Mel built a rhythm with Andy deep inside her, her eyes fixed on Em’s lens. Em zoomed in, tightly cropping the electronic view to only Mel’s face, then tracked slowly down, lingering on her bobbing tits, then down, again, to rest on Andy’s vertical priapism as Mel’s cunt came up and down on it. Em’s finger raced over her clit as her orgasm built, and a series of moans started to whisper from the blonde impaled on the bed as Mel’s pleasure, too, started to mount. Andy began, now, to drive his hips up to meet Mel’s descent, driving himself forcefully and deeply into her pussy. Mel, balancing now on one hand, found her clit, buried in her nether folds, and began to rub almost frantically.

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I have never done anything like this before – seriously. I have been an avid fan of Literotica for two years, but I have never even considered submitting a story until today. I don’t normally do things like this, but it seemed like the kind of thing that other fans of the site would enjoy.

It was around 4:00 in the afternoon when I finished my workout. I had an hour to shower before I had to get to work, as my shift started at five. I had pushed myself really hard today, trying to stick with my new year’s resolution that has already helped me tone up quite nicely. I thought to myself, “Since I have an hour to spare, I’m going to treat myself to the steam room”. I love steam rooms. The heat, the moisture, the smell of eucalyptus. I can feel the wonders it’s doing for my body, ridding it of all impurities.

The gym was fairly dead, and no one had even used the steam room all day it seemed – there was barely any steam and it wasn’t too hot. I turned on the system and walked across to the far corner and sat down on the top step. Within minutes the faucets were pouring jet after jet of hot steam into the room. It became very dense in the air, and I inhaled the heavy scent. The heat slowly draped over my body, sending shivers up my spine.

This seems like as good a place as any to introduce bursa bayan eskort myself a little bit. I am 20 years old. I am 5’5, blond hair, weigh about 110 pounds. I have long legs, small breasts, and (so I’m told) a nice round ass. I was sitting in the steam room with nothing but a towel around my waist, all by myself. As I said, the warmth spreading around me sent shivers through my whole body. Small beads of sweat started to form on my arms, my stomach, my tits. I leaned back and took a deep breath, savoring the relaxation. I went to wipe a drop of moisture from my collarbone, and as my hand brushed pas my nipple I felt it harden at the touch. I hazarded another quick touch, accompanied by a quick look towards the steam covered door. In an instant my hand was on my right breast, caressing the skin, then pulling hard on the nipple, enjoying the feeling of the barbell that rests there. My nipples were standing rock hard and my breathing got faster.

I loosened the towel around my waist a little, and felt a drop of moisture run down my stomach towards my legs, lower and lower, finally trickling down my inner thigh. I followed it with my hand, slowing brushing the outer lips of my pink pussy. I could feel how swollen they were, opening a little bursa evi olan escort on their own, begging to be touched. Again I glanced toward the door, but decided that the gym was practically empty, and this was too good an opportunity to pass up. I slowly ran my hand up and down along my pussy lips, tickling them with the tips of my fingers. My middle finger brushed over my clit and an electric shock ran through my body. I pried the lips apart and touched my waiting hole, already soaking wet with my juices.

I ran my middle finger up and down along my slit, taking some of the juices pooled and rubbing them on my clit. My left hand began to massage my tits again, pulling hard in contrast to the soft caresses on my cunt. My breathing was heavy, and the fact that someone could come in at any second just made me want it more. I fantasized that if this were a story, some woman would walk in, and claim I needed punishing for being so naughty, and she would spank me and eat out my dripping pussy until I came to a mind blowing orgasm.

No one came into the room, so I kept rubbing my cunt, thinking about some huge cock rubbing up and down my slit before ramming into me. I rubbed my clit with the palm of my hand while my middle finger slid bursa rus escort in and out of me. My breathing was so heavy right now and I lost all control. I started talking under my breath

Oh fuck! Yeah……make me cum. Oh God! FUCK! Fuck my pussy! Harder, harder….fuck yes…oh my god yes…..fuck me god…..eat my pussy bitch….I want it all, I’m such a naughty girl – I’ve been soooo bad, please fuck me!

A million scenarios ran through my head while I finger fucked myself, pulling hard on my little nipples, mixing pleasure and pain. Each fantasy was raunchier than the next – a woman eating my cunt, having two cocks rammed into me. I couldn’t stop, my fingers moving furiously.

FUCK….FUCK…Oh my god YES fuck my pussy, I’m your naughty little girl…fuck it YES Unnnngggg yeeeessssss

I could feel the orgasm building in me, slowly at first but I knew it was going to be mind blowing. It started in my gut, then my muscles spasmed hard around my fingers and I pictures them milking a huge cock. The contractions swept through me and my hips bucked again and again. I couldn’t help my self …. FUCK YES! The juices began to gush out of my cunt, soaking my fingers and the tile floor underneath. Wave after wave of contraction consumed me as I whispered…FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK YES!

As the glow from my orgasm swept over me, I couldn’t suppress a huge grin. I have never masturbated in a public place before, and it was one of the most thrilling experiences of my life. Here’s hoping I’ll get the chance again….maybe I’ll even tell you about it. God knows just writing this down has made my pussy dripping wet again.

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Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons is Coincidental.

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Pam roused after a nice sleep. It was dawn, only just though. Looking around she was a bit confused. Pulling an arm out from under the cover. She realized that she was wearing Rick’s robe, he must have put her in bed. But where was he. Pam sat up and immediately knew she had to pee. Sliding out of bed she padded to the bedroom door. There was her blouse on a hanger. Looking out into the living room there was Richard curled up on the sofa. Pam slipped by him and to the bathroom. After peeing Pam slipped out of her skirt and drooped it over an arm of an easy chair.

Going over to the sleeping Rick she softly kissed him on the forehead. Richard roused and smiled at Pam, who said quietly.

“Come to bed Rick.” She took his hand and gently urged him up. Hand in hand they walked into the bedroom. Pam slipped out of the robe and unzipped Rick’s pants; he pulled his tee shirt over his head. As Pam slipped his pant and jockey shorts over his hips. Pam got out the robe and in bed, as she did she unclasped her bra and tossed it to the bottom of the bed.

Richard slid into the warm bed and pulled the covers over them.

Pam turned on her side and as the covers reached her shoulders, Rick’s arm fell across her and rested against her warm firm yet soft round breasts. Pam reached behind her and pulled Rick’s warm naked body against her. She could feel his erect penus against her buttocks. Pressing into her butt crack. They sighed quietly and fell into a contented sleep.

Richards watch alarm went off and woke them both up with a bit of a start.

“Good morning my sweet man.” Pam said softly, still a bit sleepy. As she rolled over, her breasts bare above the covers.

“Good morning sweet thing. Did you sleep well?” Richard asked as he kissed her ear.

“H-m-m yes I did. You are so thoughtful. I don’t think you could have slept well though, hmm.” Pam said as she turned toward Rick and putting her arms around his neck cuddled up to him. There bare hot bodies skin to skin.

“I could have slept better I guess. My concern was that you were warm and able to sleep, after your studying. You were played out when I came back from the laundry room. Played out and happy. Bed was the place for you.” Rick said, smiling as he playfully licked Pam’s nose.

“I appeared happy. I read for about 15 minutes then lay back and just looked back on the evening.” Pam said. Softly adding. “The images I had were exciting for me. They made me feel good.”

“That’s good. When I came back you were very intimate with yourself. You cast a very sensual picture. I’m very pleased that our time was so enjoyable for you. I enjoyed it as well.” Richard said as he slipped out of bed.

“Hmm that’s right now I remember I did love myself, like I said the evening images had me excited. I had to relieve the passion I was feeling. But how did you know?” Pam asked as she slid out of the bed, coming up close to Rick.

“You fell asleep with a finger still fondling your love lips, and your nectar was dribbling down your thighs, like I said sweet thing a really passionate sensual image.” Rick said brushing the back of his hand over Pam’s breasts. He started walking to the door as he asked her “What would you like for breakfast, cereal, scrambled eggs or an omelette Pam”

“Cereal is fine Rick.”

“God Pam you have no idea how much I want you. You make me feel total sexual, and lewd. Two people lost in each other’s sexuality and sensuality. How are we going to kerb the wanton feeling we have?” Richard said urgently as he turned to face her, her young firm body, all pink and soft to the touch. Her breasts were firm and so proud, topped by dark nipples and spreading areolas. Her flat belly down to the dark pubic curls. So inviting, surrounding the hot tunnel of all creation. All held up by her very shapely legs. He gasped out in a guttural voice. “God Pam you are so beautiful. Oh fuck. Look at you.” He took her hand and pulled her to him.

Pam was still holding his prick. As she stepped in front of him, she rose up on tiptoes and parting her legs. Sliding the erection into her hot cunt, pushing herself right onto it, impaling herself on him.

Pam put her hand around Rick’s buttocks and urged him forward into her. She wriggled her hips, grinding hers against his.

Richard felt his balls pulling up. Richard gasped. “Oh fuck I’m going to cum.” He bent his knees a bit and slid out of the love nest and a couple of second later. One, two, three jets of hot creamy cum shot from his live prick some splashed on her tummy and some dropped on to pubic fur. The rest pooled on the floor.

Putting her hand down on her tummy she scooped up most of Rick’s cream and sucked in into her mouth tasting it then swallowed it.

She bursa escort bayan gently grasped his erection and slowly turned him as she did she dropped to her knee’s and took him into her open lips and as she stroked his shaft she sucked the last drops of cum out of him.

Standing up she put her hands around Rick’s head and kissed him passionately, they shared some of his creamy jism. As she got up she said in a sultry voice. “You are sex incarnate my lover. I lost my virginity to a ham handed country yokel at a drunken so called party. Yes I was drunk as well. Oh how I wish it would have been you who would take it,” Turning Pam went into the bedroom and came out with her bra on saying. For you I am fully dressed, in fact I’m over dressed.” Pam slid by Rick petting his firm buttocks as she sat at the table.

“Would like a coffee Pam. I guess I’d like to be that guy that popped your cherry. I don’t know what it would feel like. I’ve never made love to a virgin. You are so close to being one though, that’s ok with me sweet thing.” Richard said.

“Yes please Rick. I wish had been you as well not that drunk yokel. I’m darned if I don’t feel like skipping classes today.” Pam said as she poured cereal into her bowl.

“I know the feeling. I’ve done it once and regretted it afterwards.” Richard replied giving Pam her coffee.

“Yeh I guess you are right, in fact I know you are. The day has started out so romantically I just hate for it to stop even for a few hours.”

“Look forward to this evening. Who knows what it’ll bring, right.”

Breakfast over they each showered and dressed and headed off to there classes.

“Will I see you at lunch time.” Richard asked Pam asked kind of sad.

“Sure, lets get what ever and go and sit outside. I have physics then a 30-minute break then chemistry. What do you have Pam?”

“Business management at 10.30 then Math after lunch.”

“Back to the math class, Whoopee.” Richard said.

“I’ll be there as well lover.” Pam chided as they walked hand in hand into the building.

“Hmm that makes it all the better. I’ll you a coffee after your management class ok.” Richard said giving Pam a parting kiss.

Ok sweet thing, you behave in class ok.”

“Yes ma-am.” Richard said grinning.

As Pam was walking into the cafeteria she saw Richard at the cashier paying for their coffees. She went over and whispered. “Hi there sexy. You come here often?”

“Quite often Aphrodite.” Richard replied as he handed Pam her coffee.

“Ohh really. I must come here more often then.” Pam chided Rick as she sat down and patted his knee under the table.

“Did you have a good sleep Pam? You were fast asleep when I got back with our things. You looked so sensual laying there, one hand over your bra. Your other hand had two fingers buried in you love nest.” Richard whispered adding. “I tried to as gentle as I could as I extracted your fingers. Hoping not to wake you. You never even roused bless you.”

“You were very considerate Rick. I was very cosy in your robe and bed. I think I slept like a baby. But later to have you snuggled up behind me in bed was out of this world. The feeling of your erection pressed against my butt, and even pressing between into the crack between the cheeks was so exciting and sensual.” Pam whispered as she slid her hand under the table. She quietly slid it up under her skirt and fondled her love lips and ringed her excited love bud. She dipped her finger into her hot and very wet cunt. Pam said. “Rick just recollecting your apartment and our time there has got me really hot and sticky, wet in fact.” As Pam was whispering she had extracted her wet finger out of her cunt. She whispered as she raised her finger and leaning over the table. “You gentle passionate lover.” Pam put her wet sticky finger on Rick’s lips and he took it between his lips and sucked it tasting her essence of love. She withdrew her finger, biting her bottom lip Pam whispered in a dreamy tone. “See what you do to me lover. You sensual man.”

“Really. I’m a bad influence for you and I love it. Now I guess its back to headache land. See you after class. What do you want for lunch Pam? I’m having a salmon salad sandwich and a fruit juice.” Richard said.

“I’ll have an egg salad sandwich and a Pepsi please Rick.” Pam replied.

“Ok see you in the parking lot.”

Richard picked up their sandwiches and drinks. He headed out to the parking lot. Pam was a few seconds behind him.

“Hi there sexy.” Pam said chuckling.

“Why hello there Aphrodite. Where do you want to have lunch sweet thing?” Richard said.

“Well our math class isn’t till 2.30. How about going to the park?” Pam suggested.

“That sounds a good idea, ok lets go.” Richard replied, getting into the car.

As they drove through town Richard stopped at the drug store, saying. “I’ll be just a minute.” He got out and went into the store. Looking around he found the condom display and the type he wanted. bursa bayan escort He got two packets of life style extra thin condoms. He paid for them and went back to the car. He opened the door and dropped the bag on the front seat. Pam was picking it and one of the packets slipped out and she said. “Why hello. We have Trojan thin condoms ooee. I’d heard of Trojans but not the varieties. You s-e-x-x-y guy you.” Pam looked in the bag and saw the other packet saying. “Am I getting lucky or what.” As she quietly took a foil pouch out of the box in her hand, slipped into the pocket in her skirt and put the other packet back into the bag.

Pam slid her hand over onto Rick’s lap and caressed the bulge in his pants whispering. “I think we are both very horny. How about you sweet man?”

Pam took Rick’s hand and slipped it up under her skirt, as she parted her thighs. She took a finger of Rick’s and slid it into her hot and wet cunt, gasping. “O-h-h Rick O-h-h f-u-c-k.” He had curled a finger and was caressing the inside of her cunt. She clenched thighs together trapping Rick’s finger and hand between them.

Getting to the parking lot Richard parked and they got out and embraced each other. Richard picked up the bag of there lunches and they strolled into the park. After walking a few yards Pam turned and pulled Rick to her and kissed him passionately. Then they continued across the park their arms around each other’s waists.

“Lets go over that way” Richard said indicating the wooded area ahead. They followed the pathway to the trees. Pam noticed a pathway off to the side, saying. “There’s a path that’s not used much Rick.”

“I see what you mean, it’s not well travelled that’s for sure. Lets take a look.” Richard said as he went on in between two large rocks. To go on Richard pushed low branches aside as they entered the shady treed area. Tall Aspen and Poplar trees shaded the mossy grassy area that sloped away in front of them. They walked hand in hand down into a small glen with a stream gurgling its way through the woods. “This looks a nice spot.” Richard said.

“Yes it is a lovely spot, kinda romantic as well.” Pam replied as she turned around.

Rick was taking off his shirt. His finely muscled chest was catching the suns rays.

“That looks a great idea.” Pam said as she pulled her blouse over her head. Her firm breasts were catching the sun as well. When she dressed at Rick’s she had left her bra off intentionally. They sat and had there lunches. When Pam had finished hers she got up and strolled down to the streams edge and dipped a toe into the clear brownish water. Not being too cold she stepped into the water and proceeded to lift her skirt over her head. She screwed it up and threw it up as far as she could toward Rick.

Standing feet apart. Her hips thrust forward. With her deft fingers she parted her love lips and peed into the stream. In a golden arc, it fell splashing into the water and flowed away through the undergrowth. As she strained to loose the last drops a phst escaped from her puckered butt.

She glanced in Rick’s direction blushing a bit, only to see him lying on the mossy grass totally naked. The sun was shining down on his nude torso.

Pam quietly stepped out of the stream and sauntered to where Rick was laying. He had his eyes closed as Pam stood over his chest.

She bent down and put a hand either side of his neck and proceeded to kneel over his upper chest. At the first contact Rick opened his eyes to see a bush of dark brown pubic curls in front of his chin and a heavenly young body above them.

“My cunt wants your very passionate attention lover.” Pam said in a throaty wanton voice.

As Pam was speaking Rick was freeing his arms and wrapping them around Pam. Pulling her love garden to his waiting lips. He could smell the fact that Pam had peed. Pam’s love lips right at his lips. Rick slowly traced the shape of those pink wrinkled lips with the tip of his tongue, up and down, up and down. Pressing his lips around one and then the other. Sucked them into his mouth making them wet with his saliva. Letting them out with a plop. He poked his stiff curled up tongue in between her love lips into her hot wet waiting cunt. Rocking his head back and forth to get his tongue in as far as he could. Extracting his tongue he ringed her clit hood softly, she wriggled at the contact and the sensation it gave her. Richard moved his arms urging Pam to roll off of him.

She rolled over onto her back, her legs bent and wide apart. Richard rolled onto his side. He stopped and admired the thing of great beauty lying at his side. He grasped his erect penus, which he very slowly pumped as Pam watched.

“I have to pee.” Richard said, as he took a step away.

Pam grabbed him by the foot saying. “Right here lover let me taste it, sweet thing.”

Richard turned so he was standing level with her chest. He knelt and holding his erection let loose a fountain bursa merkez escort of hot golden pee out past her head where it hissed as it fell onto the mossy grass.

As his fountain waned a bit Pam put her hand under the fountain so when it was nearly over her hand would catch some of the hot sexy elixir for her to taste. She put her mouth to her palm and tilted it so her drink could dribble into her waiting mouth. “You taste so sexxy and salty.” Pam said as she licked her lips and hand.

Lying back down Pam pulled Rick on top of her as she clamped her legs around him.

He bent down and French kissed Pam passionately and long.

Pam unclamped her legs letting them fall, her feet flat on the grass, she reached for her skirt, fumbling in its folds she found what she was feeling for. It was the pocket with the foil pouch in it. She took it out and holding it up over Rick’s back she managed to rip it open. Gently she took out the latex condom.

As their French kiss ended Richard rolled over onto his back. His erection was very stiff lying close to his abdomen.

Pam sat up and said in a whisper. “Let me try this on you for size lover.” A she spoke she approached his erection and gently slipped the condom onto it and encased his prick all the way down.

When it was on she swung a leg over his abdomen and proceeded to squat over him. Reaching between them she softly held his prick and slid it in.

Slowly she lowered herself onto it until it was totally immersed in her hot wet cunt.

She leaned back to take Rick in as deeply as she was able. Slowly rocking and raising and lower onto his rampant tool.

Richard reached up and caressed and fondled her succulent breasts. Her areolas had spread wide and became swollen and puffy. Her nipples were stiff and dark with the excitement that she was experiencing.

Richard slipped a hand down to her crotch and gently rubbed the cover for her love bud, her excitement was getting close to a climax. She was thrusting herself on Rick erection faster and faster.

“O-h-h Pam are you cumming yet because I’m all most there. Slow down otherwise I’ll explode.”

“I’m getting there. Wet your finger in my cunt and caress my clit.” Pam said. Richard just managed to slip one finger into her cunt. Then he frigged her clit gently with his wet slippery finger.

After a short while Pam was squirming and wriggling as she neared her orgasm. At the last moment she pumped Rick’s prick hard and fast. Rick could feel her cunt contracting around his prick. This was enough to trigger his shooting wads of hot creamy cum. Pam shuddered a second or two later in an explosive orgasm that made her black out momentarily and perspiration stand out on her brow.

“Oh fuck that was beyond words Pam croaked breathlessly as she collapsed on top of Rick. His prick still immersed in the hot wet folds of Pam’s cunt. She squeezed her thighs together as tightly as she could, holding onto Rick.

“You are incredible Pam. I hope the condom held. When I came it felt like I would have burst it.”

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Pam relaxed and raised herself up off of Rick’s stiff prick. They both looked at the condom. It was intact with all of Rick’s cum contained.

Pam gently took his prick in her hand and caressed it. The sensation was enough to make Rick groan.

She wriggled till Rick was back in her hot very wet cunt. Her love juices dribbled down her thighs and over Rick’s balls.

Pam kissed Rick and said softly as she looked into his flashing brown eyes. “You are some lover. I feel like I’ve known you for years. I wish I had. I could become addicted to you. Oh man what an addiction. Beats the drug seen all to heck.

She raised herself up and off of the impaling penus. Getting up she slipped her blouse on. As she was buttoning it up she squatted down and had a pee. As she stood and got her skirt she whispered. “Ah that feels better.

Peter had watched her as he was getting up.

Putting a hand down he rolled off the condom and secreted it under a rock.

He said to Pam as he was putting on his shirt. “Yeh I feel like I’ve known you a long time as well. Watching you peeing just now it was so natural and sensual. I think you had a good idea as well” As he did up his shirt. He peed a small stream and as he finished he remarked. “Yes that does feel a lot better.”

Fully dressed and very contented they strolled across the park their arms around each other.

They arrived back at college and still had 35 minutes till class. Peter suggested that they get a drink at the cafeteria and Pam agreed.

Richard went and got the cold drink and they sat quietly and enjoyed their drinks.

“Oh man that was a great and sexy lunch Rick.” Pam whispered as she put a hand on his leg under the table.

“Yeh it sure was. You are a really sexy girl Pam. I’m amazed that you don’t have a boyfriend. That’s fine by me though because they don’t know what they are missing as I do.

The guys around here have to be blind.

You are a lovely and very sexy girl Pam.” Richard said as he put a hand on Pam’s on his thigh.

There drinks over they headed to their Math class. Pam sat behind Rick so he couldn’t be the voyeur this time. He focussed on the problems set out for the class.

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It was my life changing moment, or one of them, what I’m about to tell you about. When other guys or their families were paying their own way to be missionaries for two years with the Mormon church I decided to see the world my own way and get paid for it.

I was an eighteen year old Mormon lad just finished high school. Dad worked for Thiokol at company Headquarters in Brigham City, Utah. They make rocket boosters at nearby Promontory. Dad being a big shot Mormon and the idea of him being born at Brigham City, named for Prophet Brigham Young, just made us reek of being Mormon. Except for me.

I had four brothers that did the two year Church mission gig and come home and go to college. Dad got them all set up for success at well known business. His biggest pride was my brother working at the Mormon Church Headquarters itself.

Four daughters all went to college and married well. Mom dropped nine babies, including when I dropped five years later. Dad never liked me and Mom was smothering. I was the family fuck up. My sisters did the Mormon thing and had six or eight kids apiece. My brother’s wives followed the lead. Sophia has eleven and carrying number twelve. At that point Mom and Dad had 74 grandkids.

There was never really a time I fucking fit in. I always noticed that I looked like Mom, but not at all like Dad. And, believe it. All my siblings had a “Dad look” to them. I think my siblings noticed, too. There was that 5 year gap in babies before I was born.

Truth became stark reality on a Thursday at lunch time when I was part way through my senior year. Fucking Tommy Perkins called a real sweet little Mormon girl a “Cunt” after she had turned him in for quite franking telling her she should come by his house and fuck him. For some reason I felt like the protector type. Tommy Perkins got him face busted open and I got sent home for fighting.

“You come back here Monday with either you mother or father to get back in school.”

Shit. I’d tell Mom, but she’d tell Dad. Then I’d get my ass beat with his belt. He loved unbuckling it and making that noise with it that a belt makes being jerked from a pair of pants. Not that my brothers didn’t get the belt from time to time, but the old man loved to whip my ass with a belt. At least I was getting some attention.

The way home had detours. I was going to wait until school was out to go home and fake the situation for the weekend. Something told me just to go on home.

At 1:15 P.M. I hit the front door. It was almost always open, but not that day. I fished out my key and went inside. It was quiet. Maybe Mom had gone someplace with someone. When you live in a Mormon home there are a lot of bedrooms. With 6 bedrooms there were a lot of open doors and made beds. Upstairs was Mom and Dad’s room and me.

At the top of the stairs I heard a noise. I thought it was a house noise. I froze and then heard it again. “Uh … oh … uh …!”

God! I thought, it sounds like Mom. I crept towards her open door and peeked around to the bed. There was Mom on her back and she was naked with her legs spread. I knew that wasn’t Dad’s ass moving up and down and not the old man’s cock fucking her.

I almost giggled at the thought. Mom was fucking around on her husband. I hated the son of a bitch. I wanted to cheer. Something locked me in place. I watched my mother get fucked by a stranger until she humped at him extra hard and started cussing.

“Fuck me, Sweetie. Shoot your hot load of cum in me.”

I could see well as he had been sawing in and out of her that she was taking him bareback. This stranger was going to put his seed deep in her willing cunt.

“Oh, Larry. You always fuck me so good!”

Oh, Boy! This wasn’t a one time thing! I realized. Way to go Mom!

I laughed to myself that the old man would not have a clue. This was better than Christmas.

They laid together for several minutes talking silly. Mom bragged about his cock and he told her how good her pussy felt.

“Maybe you should fuck me again then?”

Evidently his dick was still in her during the silly talk and hard again. Mom rocked up to get a good feel for the length of it when she looked towards the bedroom door and saw me standing in the hallway with a full on view.

“Oh, my God! Brian, Honey! How long have you been standing there?”

The guy fucking her looked over his shoulder at me. It was like I was looking into a mirror. It was someone that looked like me!

“Get off me, Larry!”

Mom got from under him and moved towards me. I saw everything. I always told myself that I had a hot mom, but here she came towards me in all her naked glory. For a woman with nine kids she was still pretty special. Her boobs where big and jiggling hard. Her nipples poked out from what Larry had been doing to them. But, nice. My naked Mom hard nice tits. Never in my wildest dreams would I see my Mom without clothes. Especially without her Jesus britches which lay beside the bed.

The despair of getting caught by her son showed escort bayan on her face. Not that I kept any focus on her face. I could see my mom’s naked pussy. She didn’t have much of a tummy and her pussy was so cute. No sign of gray and Mom was a blond down there, too. Larry fucking her had her outer lips puffed open and cum running out of fresh fucked cunt.

That was 1974. There was no internet or porn on cable TV. This was my own mother raw naked. I almost blew my load in my pants. By then she had grabbed me and was hugging me.

“Brian, Honey. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean for you to see that.”

In the background Larry was scrambling for his clothes.

“Larry, you need to leave us. I’ll pick you up next week.”

“You mean walk to my car right through the neighborhood?”

“Oh, fuck!”

WTF? My Mom would never say damn, or, shit, or piss, or ass. Now she says fuck?

“Brian, Sweetie. I have to take Larry back to his car.”

“Want me to take him?”

“No, you don’t need to drive. Do you think this is funny?”

“I think it’s hilarious!” I laughed. “You? This guy? The old man? Yes, I love it!”

Some times there can be a defining moment in life between Mother and Son that shapes their lifetimes. This was ours.

She kissed me on the mouth. Yes, a Mom kiss on the mouth and she turned to walk back to the bed. I watched her tits catch up with her chest as she turned. I watched the way her ass moved while she walked away with that dribble of sperm escaping her cunt to drip below her thighs to the hall carpet.

“Mom.” I called after her. “Don’t worry about me. I’ll be in my room.”

She turned to smile at me as she closed the bedroom door. I can’t say for sure if Larry fucked her again that day, but it was another thirty minutes before I heard the garage door go up and down and Mom pull out the driveway. I thought about what I had seen and put a big load of my own into a couple of tissues.

I don’t know how far away he was parked. They could have talked some in the car before Mom came home. I was beginning to wonder if they just kept on going when I heard the garage door go up.

Mom kept it casual. She didn’t show any embarrassment or guilt. She asked how was my day at school and if I had any homework I needed help with.

I told her straight out. Maybe it was the compromised position, but she nodded and agreed that I had done the right thing by smashing Tommy Perkins in the face. I even said “Cunt” right it front of her and Mom didn’t even flinch.

“Well, we better not tell the old man. You know he’ll fucking freak out. I’ll get you back in school Monday.”

What a change in dynamics. My Mom? Fucking freak out? Did the world just tilt?”

“You didn’t seem bothered by catching me fucking around on my marriage. What gives?”

“The old man and I never have seen eye to eye, and look around. Where do I fit in?”

“Oh, Honey. You’ve always fit in!”

She stepped forward and gave me a hug. I guess she just pulled on sweats to take Larry to his car. She felt really naked underneath as her still firm tits jiggled against me, pressing nipples into my chest. My Mom was making me hard and I think she knew it. Her nipples were turning into little bullets when she pulled back.

“I would suggest that you consider that I am not the mother you thought you had. I’m sure the whole facade crumpled for you today. Instead of being the Church lady you must think your mother is a whore. No matter what you think, I love you. Would it be silly if I ask if you don’t tell the old man?”

The old man. Neither of us were calling him my Dad.

“Why would I tell him, Mom? You looked real happy with the way you were fucking him. I kind of wonder if the old man wonders where I belong himself.”

“We’ve had that discussion. I told him the truth. You look like one of my cousins.”

“Really?” I laughed. “Which one?”

“My cousin Larry … you look like him because he really is your Dad!”

I sputtered a little bit.

“Your cousin Larry? Is my Dad? Have I met that cousin Larry?”

“You just did, silly!”

My mouth dropped open. The room, maybe the whole world was spinning.

She pulled me to her for a hug. There were those nipples again. They hardened against my chest. I gave her a hug back that did not feel at all like any hug I had ever given my Mom before. I was getting a boner she had to notice. She started talking to me from within the hug.

“Are you disappointed in me?”

“I don’t think so. Larry seems nice. This has been going on for eighteen/nineteen years? Jesus, Mom!”

“Well, longer than that. Larry and I started doing it in high school as curious cousins at my grandparents farm one Memorial Day weekend. We had eaten a big noon cookout. Families were visiting. Cousins were playing. Larry and I ended up in the barn exploring. We looked at each and it just happened. We kissed for a bit and he got his hand inside my shirt. The feel of of fingers on my nipples made me slip görükle escort out of the shirt and start taking off my jeans. I wore panties but really didn’t need a bra at that time. So, there I was naked for my cousin.”

“Jesus Christ, Mother! How old were you two?”

“Larry’s two years older. I’m not going to tell how old we were then because I don’t want you to know how old your mother was giving up her virginity. Every Memorial Day, 4th of July, and Labor Day we hit that barn. Thanksgiving and Christmas was kind of hit and miss depending how cold it got in Utah each year and whether or not we could sneak out a blanket.”

“Wow, Mom! You’re like a secret agent, except it’s about sex.”

“Kind of, I tricked the old man about me being a virgin and he was dumb enough to fall for it. Larry and I had done it two nights before the wedding, which he attended, and then again two weeks later. I guess I pushed my luck through all of having your siblings until I got sloppy after five years and hit a time I didn’t realize I was giving Larry a chance to knock me up. We’ve done it so many times over the years. Now that he is retired we are even fucking more often. I go pick him up and bring him here, much like I would do when you kids were in school in classes.”

“All of this was going on and no one knew?”

“Your grandmother caught us once, but I’d caught her several times. I’m pretty sure she even fucked Larry. Of course, they kept that little gem a secret.”

All this was crashing down on my head. My dad fucked my Grandma?

“I’m older now. I guess I’m lucky Larry still comes around. Nine kids have left my body in ruin.”

I was played for a sucker as I replied.

“That’s not true. I’ve watched you around the house for years. And, and, just now, you naked and fucking Larry. You are still so beautiful.”

“I suppose next you’ll tell me that you would fuck me if I wasn’t your Mom … “

“Well, yes!”

I was choking on my words. My mother talking about me fucking her. All I had ever done was feel up Susie Banning’s tits, and that was a year ago. Now my mother was teasingly tugging at her sweat top. She was bouncing on her toes making her boobs bounce. She had the bottom of the top right below her boobs.

“What’s the matter, Brian? Don’t you want to see your mother’s boobs again?”

She flipped the material up to let her tits drop into view. They had about a three inch sag to them. But, who would expect them to stand straight out after having nine kids? Plus, those things were 36D-Cups! I know. I’m enough of a pervert son to check her laundry . I had jacked off with her freshly worn panties wrapped around my cock. Now this! I thought I’d shoot a load in my pants.

She tossed the top off and took the three steps to me and hugged me around the neck so her tits were pressing into me.

“Take your shirt off, Brian. Feel my hard nipples and breasts press into your chest!”

Her voice was sultry. I flung my shirt off and spiked it towards the floor. She went right back like we were, only now naked skin against naked skin. Her rack felt so good. She squirmed against me mashing her tits and getting her pussy mound to rub onto my cock.

When I looked at her face she kissed me. Just a peck at first. Then a few seconds, turning into minute. Then she broke away gyrating so her chest would dance at me.

“What do you think of your Mom? Have I gotten too old? Were my boobs okay?”

I couldn’t answer. Mom was putting on a show that would have a dead man fucking her. She turned and had here ass swaying at me. Then her hands went to her waistband. She tugged the pants below her ass. Bare cheeks were jiggling at me. Then back up with the pants again and she turned to face me.

Now for the most Holy of moments. She danced towards, put her tits against me and kissed me with her tongue into my mouth. Mine found hers and tangled with hers for probably five minutes. I felt like Mom was orgasming against me. The only thing that kept me from blowing my load was the stark raving fear of what we were doing.

The kiss parted and she danced backwards from me again, her tits bouncing and swirling on her chest. This time her hands went to her waistband to pull her pants down while facing me. No teasing this time. She pulled her pants to her ankles and kicked them aside. That left her full naked before me. I was so mesmerized by her big tits when I caught her with Larry I didn’t noticed that she shaved her pussy.

She moved her feet apart a little which opened her cunt slit. A trickle of sperm started escaping as semen drooled from inside her. She wiped it with her finger and took it into mouth and swallowed.

“That Larry! He always leaves me in a mess!”

I was kind of glad she didn’t say, “your father’. I had someone that had put a roof over my head. Larry was just my sperm donor. Meanwhile I was fascinated by that V-gap between her legs and the shaved pussy now that the look of her bare tits was burned bursa elit escort in my mind.

“You like that I shave it?”

“Uh, yeah … I like it fine. It looks great!”

“Just great?”

Mom turned, bent over from the waist with her feet apart a bit to open her up. I was staring from behind straight into my Mother’s slippery cunt.

“How about now? What do you think of your forty-nine year old mother?”

“If you weren’t my Mom I’d fuck you right here and now. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

“Something like that.”

She was up and facing me again, hands on her hips she was gently swaying as she moved towards me. Her arms went around my neck and her tongue went into my mouth again as she started kissing again. I pulled her tighter to me and moved my hands to the sides of her tits and ran my thumbs across her bullet hard nipples. It was way better than groping at Susie Banning’s tits.

“Oh, you do know what your mother likes!”

She was laughing at me. I pinched her nipples between my thumbs and fingers and massaged her mounds.

“Now you’re making Mama happy … “

Was something so wrong suddenly seeming so right? She continued kissing me, only breaking the kisses to talk.

Then her hand went to my cock and squeezed and tugged. I have no idea what except for the fear of ejaculating blowing at load.

“Why am I the only one naked here?”

“Mom!”

“Come on Brian. Fair is fair!”

By then she had my button undone and my zipper down. One downward swoop put my shorts and tighty whities on the floor. She was stroking my cock while my hand cupped her pussy. My God! I had no idea how wet, soft, and wonderful that would feel.

“Oh, Honey. Now you really know what Mommy likes.”

Mom simply turned and walked naked to her bed. I followed and she laid back and spread herself open to me. All those things called out about someone being a motherfucker in school now seemed to be a good thing.

I put my cock right in her. No foreplay. No kissing. No messing around. Straight and true right into her slit. Mom started moving before I did. After a moment of feeling the sensation of actually being in a pussy I fucked down and into her deeper.

Legend would have it that in my first pussy, albeit it was my Mom’s, I’d blow my nut in twelve seconds of less. I was hanging in there and at what had to be the five minute mark I fired a load of cum deep into my own mother’s cunt.

Being a kid I kept fucking. Mom picked up the pace a little and started cumming herself.

“Oh fuck, Brian. That’s so good!”

We kept fucking to soon bring out the comment:

“Jesus! Your as big as Larry. You got more than your good looks from him. You’ve both got about three inches on the old man!”

I felt sorry for the old man if that was the case he had about a four inch cock. No wonder Mom had fucked someone else. So, in that case I felt bad for Mom being married to a guy with a Mormon cock. as she later called it.

I finally fucked her to the point that we were pretty pleased with ourselves. We stayed naked in the house and got a snack and something to drink together. We showered together and almost fucked again until Mom realized it was time to start dinner and that the old man could be home soon.

I sat in the kitchen and watched her cook. We smooched a few times, but mostly I sat back and thought about how I had fucked that sexy body.

The same thoughts stuck in my head when the old man came through the door and when we sat down to dinner. At the end of the meal he reminded us that it was Church meeting night for the men. I didn’t even look up. I’d be fucking his wife again.

We fucked for almost three hours while he was gone. I took her from behind for the first time. I loved being behind her with my hands on her hips and watching my cock jam into her. We fucked face to face again with lots of kissing and me playing with her tits. She sucked my cock and I fucked her from behind again.

When the old man got home I was in my room. Had I come out I would have had to yell, “I’ve been fucking your wife!” to his face.

I got to fuck her one quickie on Saturday. More of a chance to get each other off. She was surprised at how much I could cum in her. Sunday the old man hung around Church like always. Mom and I, as always, came home as soon as we could. No Sunday football or video games this Sunday. I was fucking my Mom.

This went on the rest of my senior year. When the old man wasn’t around had me fucking her five and six times per day. Through the summer it was fuck, fuck, fuck. As summer ended the old man wasn’t pleased that I hadn’t signed up for a mission or enrolled in Utah State.

Mom and I were fucking like crazy and neither of us wanted to give it up. I wasn’t even giving girls my age a second look. I wanted to fuck my Mom. The hell with a Mission or a career. Finally the old man got shitty about it and I blurted out that I was joining the Air Force.

Mom was stunned and the old bastard was pissed.

“The Air Force? Why would you waste your life in the Air Force?”

“I think I want to be different than the rest of the family. The Air Force is a good career.”

The old man half stormed out of the house saying that he needed to cover some Church work.

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During the last three months, Ian had been traveling more and more, leaving me alone for weeks on end. He was beginning to get complacent about our relationship. It wasn’t that I was expecting great things, like marriage or something. But he had taken a step towards possessiveness. He was leaving stuff at my house and acting as if I had to be the little wifey. It was getting on my nerves.

While Ian was working hard on his deals, I had a few of my own in the fire. My primary concern was a deal with a new client. Barry was a tough negotiator and a real hard ass when it came to business. There had been more than one occasion when I thought the deal had fallen through the cracks. On Wednesday morning when I went into the office, I was ready for another tough round of negotiations with Barry. As I entered my office, Amanda was waiting for me, coffee in hand, and a message from Ian. He needed to see me first thing this morning. I tossed my briefcase on my desk and headed to Ian’s office. Melanie looked up from her desk, smiled and said Ian was in a rare mood today. I encountered that mood immediately after opening the door to his office.

Ian was sitting behind his desk, glaring at me. As I shut the door, he started to yell about what did I think I was doing, how could I begin negotiations without him. He was yelling about Barry. I didn’t know where he got off complaining about a deal that didn’t even involve him and I told him just that. We got into a yelling fight and I ended up telling him to go to hell and walked out. By the time I had reached my office, my blood was boiling. How dare he! My body was churning with fire, ready to explode, and now I had to go into a meeting with Barry. Just what I needed!

Sitting across from Barry in the conference room, I was having a difficult time concentrating. I was so angry with Ian. Finally, Barry stopped the conversation and asked me what was wrong. He said I looked ready to spit nails. I told him I just might. Barry chuckled and said I looked like one hell of a spitfire today, my eyes were burning holes in walls. He said it looked good on me.

I looked at Barry and noticed that he was staring very appreciatively at me. I had noticed other times when Barry’s eyes tended to wander to my cleavage, or to my ass. I hadn’t given it a thought. The one thing I’ve never done is seduce my clients, even though I knew Barry would be hell on wheels in bed. He was not what I had expected when I’d first met him. I had envisioned an older man, late 60’s, gray hair. What I got instead was a well-built man in his late 40’s, jet black hair and a body that was incredible in his tailored suits. His hands were what really set me going. He had long fingers that looked like they knew exactly how to touch a woman. Barry was still staring at me, smiling.

I reached back, suddenly feeling very warm, and removed my suit jacket. I had on a sleeveless white silk top underneath. I knew that the way it bursa escort hung on my breasts was perfect, accentuating them without being tight against them. Sure enough, Barry’s eyes went straight to my breasts. I felt myself getting hotter again. My blood was still boiling from Ian, now it was boiling, but for an entirely different reason.

Getting back to business, I pulled Barry back to the negotiations. We talked for another hour and then decided to take a break. I got up and went to the sidebar for a glass of water. I felt Barry behind me. I turned, standing very close to him. I watched as his eyes moved up and down me, lingering over my mouth and my breasts. I sipped my water and licked my lips. Looking down, I noticed that he was beginning to show signs of life in his pants. I walked back to the table, crossing my legs as I sat, causing my skirt to ride up slightly. The top of my stockings and garter were just barely visible. Barry sat down next to me this time.

“I think the negotiations are going very well, Clohi, don’t you?”

I nodded and smiled.

“I think there’s just one more thing I’d like to put on the table, though. You.”

My blood was hot and on fire. I could feel the warm liquid slipping from between my legs. After my fight with Ian this morning, I needed this badly.

“Perhaps that can be arranged. What do you have to offer to get me on the table, Barry?”

I moved in my chair, causing my skirt to slide up further on my thighs. Barry’s eyes went immediately to my legs.

“I don’t think you’ll be disappointed.”

Setting my water glass on the table, I looked Barry in the eyes.

“I think I’d like to see what I’m getting first before I lay myself out, vulnerable, on the table.”

Very slowly, I reached out and grazed my fingernail across the growing bulge in Barry’s pants. Barry pushed his suit jacket out of the way, slipping it off his arms, as I slowly undid his belt, sliding it free. Gently, I undid his pants, sliding the zipper down slowly. Reaching inside his boxers, I wrapped my fingers around his growing cock. He felt huge in my hand, thick and long, pulsing with blood. Pulling him free of his boxers and pants, I ran my finger over the tip of his head and then down the side. Barry groaned quietly, his cock pulsing in my fingers.

Licking my lips, I watched Barry’s eyes as he watched my fingers move slowly up and down the length of his rod. He was right of course, I wasn’t disappointed. Leaning over into his lap, I gently kissed the head of his cock, letting my lips stay there a little longer than necessary. Drawing my tongue across the tip, I tasted him for the first time. He was salty and all man. I alternated between licking him with my tongue and kissing him. Barry moaned and grabbed the chair arms as I slid my mouth down the length of his cock, twirling my tongue is slow circles around his thick rod. Up and down, I moved my mouth, feeling his bursa ucuz escort cock surge and swell as I sucked him. Not wanting him to cum yet, I pulled my mouth from him, kissing the tip and sat back in my chair.

“I suppose we could put me on the table now. I like what you have to offer so far.”

Barry didn’t waste time. He lifted me from my chair, running his hands up and down my bare arms. Leaning forward, he kissed my neck, running his tongue over my ear. His hands were caressing my breasts through my silk top, his fingers running over my nipples gently. Lifting me, he sat me on the edge of the conference room table and stood between my legs. He looked down and saw the first sight of my panties, obviously damp. He smiled and kissed my neck again. I closed my eyes and moaned as his mouth came down on my right nipple through the silk. His tongue flicked rapidly across my hard nub, making it swell even larger.

Pulling the chair around behind him, Barry sat back and ran his hands up my stockings. I felt my body shiver as his fingers played with the ribbons on my garter. He didn’t unhook them though. Instead, he ran his fingers up my thighs to meet over my panties. Slipping his fingers gently inside my panties, he suddenly pulled, ripping them away from me. I moaned and smiled. A man after my own heart. He tossed them onto the table and then spread my legs wide to see my bare pussy.

I leaned back on the table, laying flat as his fingers moved gently over my soft curls. I was damp and ready for him. Barry’s fingertips barely touched me as he moved his fingers over my lips. Opening the top of my pussy, he leaned in and I moaned as I felt his tongue flick against me. Over and over again, he used small flicks of his tongue on the tip of my pussy. I moaned, clawing at the table, arching my back. I needed a release and I needed it quickly. Barry sensed this and took his time, drawing out my pleasure. His fingers slipped just inside me and then pulled back out, strumming me slowly. Leaning back down, Barry’s tongue lapped at my wet pussy, licking me slow. I moaned, begging him to lick me, to eat me.

Barry’s lips finally closed over my engorged clit, sucking it into his mouth. I felt my orgasm race to the finish. I grabbed my breasts, kneading them through my silk top as I felt his tongue push against my clit, stroking it, playing with it. I moaned and arched my back as my body shivered. Barry covered my pussy with his mouth and sucked my juices, drinking down my orgasm.

Barry got up and I felt his weight on the table with me. Laying above me, I felt him guide his steel-hard cock against my sensitive pussy. I moaned and grabbed is shoulders as he pushed his cock deep inside me. Fucking me on the conference room table, Barry slid his cock in and out of me slowly, ramming his cock all the way inside my tight pussy. His mouth covered my nipple through my top again, sucking bursa elit escort hard on me as he cock stroked my pussy. I moaned and grabbed his shoulders harder as I felt my pussy tighten around him and my second orgasm took over.

Barry pushed my top up and pulled my bra cup down. His warm mouth covered my naked breast, sucking me in as he rammed his cock harder and harder into me. I came a third time, and then a fourth time and he hadn’t cum yet. Barry stopped and withdrew, slipping off the table. He pulled me off the table and turned me around to lean over it. I moaned again as I felt his fingers stroke my pussy and then stroke my ass. I knew what was next.

Bracing myself against the table, I moaned as Barry slowly guided his cock into my ass. He was huge and it split me in two, but I didn’t care. His cock pushed deeper and deeper and I felt full. He reached around and fingered my pussy as his cock fucked my ass. We were both moaning, filling the conference room. With every push of his cock, I felt his balls slamming against me. His fingers were deep inside me. I moaned as I came a fifth time. Suddenly, Barry pulled out of my ass and slammed his cock deep inside my pussy. As my orgasm was overtaking me, his cock was filling me. Barry moaned and dug his fingers into my hips. His orgasm erupted inside me.

Slipping away from him, I turned and dropped to my knees. Taking his spewing cock in my mouth, I sucked him dry. He stroked my head and moaned as I sucked his cock, getting slower with each suck. As I pulled him out of my mouth, I noticed for the first time that we weren’t alone. Standing just inside the conference room door was Ian. I smiled at him, still stroking Barry’s cock. Barry looked over, saw Ian and smiled.

Ian walked over to me, pulling me up to stand against him. Barry sat back in the chair, his cock limp between his legs. Ian ripped my silk top, tossing it to the side. He pulled my bra off and savagely cupped my breasts. He pulled and massaged them, squeezing my nipples. Pushing me against the table, Ian undid his pants and pushed them down. His cock was hard and standing straight up. Pushing my skirt up, Ian rammed his hard cock deep inside my sensitive pussy. I’d already cum five times and he was going to make it six. Ian slammed his cock deep and hard inside me. I braced myself on his shoulders, moaning for him to fuck me harder. I looked over at Barry, who was watching us with a smile on his face. I felt my blood boil again. I couldn’t remember when I’d been this excited before.

Ian tugged on my breasts with his hands and his mouth as his cock slammed harder and harder into me. I felt my orgasm and begged him to fuck me harder. As my orgasm shook my body, Ian moaned and pulled out. I dropped and sucked him clean, stroking him. Barry sat up and I reached out to stroke his cock, which was beginning to come to life again.

For the next two hours, I alternated between Barry and Ian. I lost count of how many times I came that day. Before it was over, I had Barry’s signature on a contract and Ian had had an attitude readjustment. As we left to take Barry to dinner, we grabbed Melanie. There was still a lot of pleasure left to enjoy. I needed Melanie to help me enjoy it.

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Cheryl sat the cheesecake, fork, and another glass of wine on the table. Kelly asked me to stand up for a second. “Cheryl, would you please move Kim’s chair to another table? She won’t be needing it any more tonight.” Kelly turned her chair so she was facing me. “Pull your dress above your knees and Kneel, pet.”

I got in position and clasped my hands behind my back. “It’s time to expose your true colors to the world, Kimmy,” Kelly commented as she removed the scarf from around my neck and handed it to Allyson who tied it around my wrists.

“Your first test of your willingness to obey me, little one begins now. Please try not to embarrass your Mistress.”

“I will do my best, ma’am.” I noticed that the noise level in the restaurant suddenly became silence. Everyone was listening to us.

“I am sure that you know that Allyson did not bind your wrists tightly, Kimmy. The scarf is only meant to be symbolic, showing your willingness to be mine. Promise me you won’t try to remove it and will let me know if it becomes loose.”

“I promise, Mistress.”

Kelly cut a portion of cheesecake and offered it to my lips. I opened my mouth, but she did not move the fork until I stuck out my tongue to receive the morsel. She ate the next piece, then we each ate another piece before Kelly offered me a sip of wine from her glass. I had the distinct feeling that every eye in the restaurant was on me but knew enough not to turn my head one inch to look. I just kept staring into the eyes of my Mistress. Strangely, I didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed. On the contrary, I felt somewhat hedonistic to be doing this for Kelly. If this was her way of humiliating me, I liked it.

When I watched her cut the next bite, I assumed it was my turn. I opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue to accept it. “Oh, my little pet thinks she is going to get this piece. Well, shame on her for assuming.” Then staring directly into my eyes, she added, “I want you to remain that way until I feed you again.” I felt somewhat silly kneeling there with my mouth wide open, and tongue out but that is exactly what she wanted. My Mistress caught me off-guard again with her next move. She made a big scene by putting the piece of cheesecake onto the end of her tongue, stuck out as far as it could go, before slowly drawing it back into her mouth. Once her lips were closed, she loudly went “Ummmm,” as an indication of how good it tasted. A smile accompanied this verbal gesture. Then she leaned forward and shoved her tongue and the piece of cheesecake into my mouth. I sucked on her tongue as she completed her act with a passionate kiss.

We finished eating the cheesecake the same way that we had started: one bite for me and one for her. When it was gone, Kelly surprised me again (I now realized that there probably would be many more surprises this night) by placing the empty plate on the floor beside her foot. “We can’t let all that amaretto and crumbles of cheesecake go to waste. Clean your plate, pet.”

It would have been an easy task if I had the use of my hands. I imagine that it’s not terribly difficult to touch one’s nose to the floor while kneeling with hands clasped behind one’s back, but to hold your head a few inches above the floor and perform a task like licking a plate takes great agility and work. I was glad I exercised regularly to keep myself somewhat limber and in shape. Aerobics helped my flexibility. It took a couple attempts but I finally spread my legs wide enough that I could stabilize my body while leaning forward.

I could hear sounds created by chairs scraping on the floor and the movement of people. They were getting closer to for a better look. I was now the sole focus of attention in the room. I also realized that my tits were hanging down, pushing at the front of my halter. While they might still be covered in front, they were very exposed on the sides. A narcissistic feeling surged through me and I decided that I was going to make Kelly proud of her pet. Since she had ordered two shots of amaretto, there was an excessive amount of liquid, mixed with crumbles of cheesecake, still on the plate. I licked the plate just like a kitten and cleaned it completely before rising back to a kneeling position.

“Not bad, pet, but you missed a spot.”

I looked down at the plate but could not see anything. “I’m sorry, Mistress, but I do not see anything left on the plate.”

“If your Mistress says you missed a spot, then you missed a spot, pet.” She leaned down and pointed to an invisible piece of cheesecake. bursa escort bayan “It’s right there.”

Chagrined, I replied, “I apologize, Mistress. Your pet obviously was not looking close enough.” I leaned down again and licked the area where she had pointed.

Since I was not always able to simply lick the plate with my tongue, my nose, lips and chin were now coated with the amaretto. Back in a kneeling position I said, “Mistress, I fear your pet was a little sloppy in her eating habits. It appears her face is somewhat smeared. May she have a napkin to clean it?”

“Absolutely not! I already said we cannot waste the amaretto.” My embarrassment changed to pleasure when she used her tongue to clean my face.

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“You are most welcome, pet. She pulled the scarf from my wrists. You may rest now.” I placed my hands on my legs palms up as I had been taught. Something caught my eye near Allyson, and I turned my head slightly to see what it was.

Kelly barked at me. “Pet, when I am working you, you will look at me and nothing else. You will not move your eyes up, down, left or right. You will give me your undivided attention. I don’t care where we are or how many people are around us. You will stare directly into my eyes. Even if we are in the center of the Mall with a thousand people watching, you will act like the only person present is your Mistress. No one else is important at that moment in your life, therefore no one else exists. I know this rule is new to you, but you should have been able to assume it.”

“I’m sorry Mistress.”

“Just don’t let it happen again. Now tell me, what diverted your attention, anyhow?”

“Allyson, ma’am. She removed her jacket.”

“That probably would have grabbed my attention, too. Which do you like better, slut, the dress or her breasts?”

“The dress, ma’am.”

“What? You don’t like Allyson’s breasts? I’m sure she will be disappointed.”

“Oh, no, ma’am, I like her breasts very much. It’s just that dress is one of the sexiest things I had ever seen.”

“Well right now I want to look at MY tits. Drop your halter, pet.”

“Ma’am?”

“I thought my order was clear. It’s really a simple task for a simple mind. Your halter is tied in a bow behind your neck. Untie it and leave it fall. I want to see my tits, and I am sure my friends do, too.”

Somewhat unnerved by her tone and two straight rebukes, my hands shook as I loosened the bow behind my neck and kept the ends in my hands as I returned them to my thighs. Kelly leaned forward, placed her hands under my breasts and raised them slightly. “Who do these beautiful tits belong to, pet.”

“They are yours, Mistress.”

She pinched my nipples making me wince. “These are mine, too, correct.”

“My Mistress is never wrong.”

“Open your belt and remove the halter.” I folded the material and placed it in her outstretched hand. “Now, buckle the belt again.” She waited for me to finish then said, “Go to the bar and order another glass of wine for your Mistress.”

“OK, she said she was going to embarrass and humiliate me,” I thought as I walked across the floor, my breasts bouncing freely. “Well, she is beginning to do an excellent job. Now I am embarrassed. I can’t imagine what form the humiliation will take. Well, maybe I’m a little humiliated, too.” This time I wasn’t sure I liked it. My face felt like it was glowing bright red. Jennifer was already waiting with a glass of wine. She placed it on a tray and handed the tray to me. “Do you know how to serve your Mistress properly, Kimmy?”

“Gawd! How does everyone know my slave name?” I wondered. “Ah, no, ma’am, I probably don’t. Can you possibly advise me? Somehow I feel I should not screw this up.”

“You should kneel first then hold the tray out in front of you. When she accepts the wine, ask for permission to return the tray.”

“Thank you, Jennifer.”

“Just part of the famous service we provide here at Lisa’s, Kimmy. Good luck!”

I returned to Kelly and did what Jennifer recommended. Instead of giving me permission to return the tray, however, Kelly asked me if I still needed to pee.

“Yes, Mistress, I do.”

“Can you continue to hold it?”

“Not much longer, Mistress.”

“Why haven’t you said something?”

“I did, Mistress, when we arrived here, but you wouldn’t give me permission. I assumed you wouldn’t want me bothering you about it and assumed that since you were aware of my need, you would advise me when you bursa anal yapan escort felt it was time. I’m sorry for not asking again, Mistress.”

“Don’t lament about it, pet. Your supposition was correct. That is why I just inquired about your need. My question was meant to determine your thought patterns within our Mistress/slave relationship. I must say that you do think submissively. I did assume if you were close to peeing your pants, you would have the common sense to inform me. Now, give me the tray and stand.” I stood, spread my feet about a foot apart and clasped my hands behind my back. “Very good pet. Now, present!”

When I attained position she said, “See how nicely my tits are offered to me when you stand like that.”

I glanced down and smiled. “Yes, ma’am I do.”

“OK, pet, remove your skirt, fold it and place it on this tray.” I stared directly into her eyes while I opened the belt, slipped my fingers into the waistband of the skirt and pushed down. Thirty seconds later, it was on the tray. “Excellent, pet. Now kneel.” Thankfully, she is letting me retain some of my modesty. I now understood why she initially said that she wanted me to wear panties. I must remember to thank Sam for suggesting the tap pants.

“I am about to command you to silence. It is very important that you not forget what that means. Would you like me to refresh your memory?”

“Yes, ma’am, that might be helpful, so your slave does not embarrass you.”

“When you are commanded to silence you are forbidden to speak unless you are answering a question posed to you by your Mistress and no one else. I didn’t mention this before, but you may talk when you are delivering a message from your Mistress to someone else. Just remember to deliver that specific message and say nothing else. There is a similar command you shall now learn. One word may be added to the command and that word is ‘total.’ When I command you to total silence, you are not even permitted to request permission to speak. However, you must still answer your Mistress’ questions, and deliver her messages. Either command remains in effect until I say the words ‘you are permitted to speak again.’ Only your Mistress can permit you to speak again. Be very careful and fully engage your brain before you open your mouth. Sometimes periods of silence are like the game of ‘Simon Says.’ Do you understand?”

“Yes, ma’am, I do.”

“Then, I command you to total silence.”

“What is your name?”

“Kimmy, slut, pet, or anything else my Mistress wishes to call me.”

“Tell me the name of Allyson’s slave.” It was not a question. I remained silent.

“Tell Allyson that I think her dress is beautiful.”

” Miss Allyson, my Mistress said to tell you that she thinks your dress is beautiful.”

“Ok, I am satisfied you know how to conduct yourself properly in a mode of total silence.” She placed a folded piece of paper on top of the skirt and said, “Return the tray to Jennifer and tell her that Mistress Kelly said that her slave needs to pee. Also tell her that this note is for her. You will then follow her directions without hesitation as though they were mine.”

Luckily, I did engage my brain as she suggested, because I almost automatically said, “Yes, Mistress.” Kelly smiled when I opened my mouth to respond then remained silent.

Once again, I was required to cross the floor in front of this group of women. This time wearing nothing but the tap pants, garter belt, nylons and heels. My cheeks were on fire, reflecting my total embarrassment.

When I repeated Kelly’s statements telling her that I needed to pee and about the note, Jennifer picked up the paper, read it, then looked at me with a wide grin and said, “Well, I am glad Kelly finally caught someone she might keep. That must be you. Am I correct?” She already knew the answer because she had called me Kimmy. I figured she might be testing me. Maybe that was what Kelly wrote on the note. I wasn’t sure if I could make non-verbal replies like shaking my head, so, in addition to not speaking, I remained motionless. “Oh, shit, she’s commanded you to total silence. This should be fun.”

“Here’s the situation, Kimmy. You now belong to me until I return you to Kelly or she tells me to release you. It will be over soon, so don’t worry, dear.” Something immediately bothered me when she left for a couple minutes and returned with a low sided plastic tray filled with some granular substance and set it on the bar. I bursa rus escort knew it meant trouble for me but couldn’t put my finger on the reason. Then she said, “There is a spittoon on the floor beside you. “I looked around and felt a little silly because I didn’t know what a spittoon was. I had heard the word used but had never seen one. Jennifer must have recognized my confusion because she whispered, “It’s the brass vase,” and laughed. “They are called spittoons because they used to be placed in bars and barbershops for callous men to spit into when they were chewing on a wad of tobacco. We keep them here because they are nice decorations and because they come in handy for other things.”

I watched closely as she took the piece of note paper, ripped it in half and wrote the number one on the back of one half and the number two on the other. She then folded the papers, put them in a cup, shook the cup and dumped the two pieces onto the bar. “OK, here’s the deal, Kimmy. Using a simple lottery system, you get to select the receptacle you will use.” My eyes must have looked as large as golf balls because I finally knew what was going to happen. Jennifer ignored my sense of fright and continued, “You will point to one of these two receptacles to designate your choice for number one. The other will be number two. You will then pick up one of these pieces of paper. The number on that piece will determine the receptacle you shall use to relieve yourself.”

I pointed to the spittoon and Jennifer loudly announced, “Ladies, the spittoon has been designated as door number one, so Tabby’s litter box will be door number two.” A loud roar came from behind me, as Jennifer whispered, “Tabby is our cat, but she won’t mind if you use her litter box.”

“Oh, damn,” I thought. “I’m not sure I can do this.” I sensed all the blood in my body rushing to my head.

“Don’t worry, Kimmy. Everyone here is your friend tonight, even though you haven’t met most of them yet.”

Jennifer turned and rang a brass bell hanging on the wall behind her. “Quiet everyone. Kimmy is about to learn which door she will open for her new experience.” I picked up one piece of paper and handed it to Jennifer. “Oh, no, love. It’s your show; you get to open the door. My hands were shaking so much I almost dropped the slip as I unfolded it and handed it to Jennifer. “Ladies, I am pleased to announce that she picked number two. Kimmy needs to pee. What do you say?” The room erupted into a cacophony of noise as my audience chanted various things, clapped their hands, and stamped their feet. What I could hear the most above the roar was a continuous “Go! Go! Go! Go!” Even I had to smile.

I was confused about the next step, but Jennifer wasn’t. She rounded the bar and clipped a chain leash to my collar. “Kimmy, you’re not going to like this, but you can’t do this while wearing those panties. Lay them on the tray with your skirt.”

I wanted to turn the clock back about twelve hours and tell Kelly to take her contract and shove it. There was no way that the contract I signed would be considered legal. No one can own a slave in the United States. I can just go over to Kelly, tell her to go to hell and walk out. A tug on my leash literally pulled me out of my reverie. “Remove your panties, Kimmy, pick up the litter box and come with me.” Now wearing only a garter belt, nylons, shoes and collar, and carrying the litter-filled container, I followed my guide to my destiny. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, they did. I thought we would be going to the restroom. Everyone would know what I was doing, but Jennifer would be the only one watching me. Gawd, talk about being naïve! Jennifer became my executioner when she stopped in the center of the dance floor and told me to set the litter box down.

I hadn’t realized it, but my audience was quickly moving closer. I didn’t really notice until they started to form a semicircle in front of us. “Kimmy, dear, your Mistress has given you permission to pee. Since you are her pet, it is appropriate that the door you selected led directly to the litter box. Now you shall pee like a pet.” I felt as if I were slowly sinking into a dark abyss.

Kelly’s voice brought me back to reality. “Squat over your litter box, my darling, and let it flow.”

Talk about humiliation. I thought that nothing could be worse than this. How the fuck could Kelly say she loved me then put me on display, essentially naked, in front of all these women and expect me to pee. At the same time, something inside me wanted to show her I could do it. What a paradoxical emotion. Facing my audience, I put my feet outside the litter box, lowered my hips so that I was in a squatting position, put my hands over my knees with my legs spread wide leaned forward a little and tried to pee. It just wouldn’t come. I was too embarrassed AND humiliated.

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