Society Says… Ch. 02

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So I just got jerked off by my sister. So what? Shit happens, right?

After she finished with me, I was more than willing to return the favor; after all, as the saying goes; you scratch my back and I’ll scratch yours. Unfortunately, we both noticed it was about 5 P.M., which meant that our parents would be home from work soon. The last thing that could happen would be for Mom and Dad to find out; things like that destroy families.

To both cover up the little bit of cum that was on the mattress and to look like we weren’t THAT lazy, Amy and I made my bed. She then threw the towel she used to clean the cum off us, as well as her jeans and shirt in the washer. And yes, we both got dressed.

Or parents got home right around 6 P.M. I don’t know if it was guilt at what we had done while they were gone, but I suggested that we all go out for dinner, since Amy was back in town for the week (even though Athens, where UGA is located, is only an hour away) and that Mom didn’t want to just throw something in the microwave for dinner, did she? I even said that Amy and I would pay; you should have seen the look she shot me. They agreed, but to this day I wonder if they knew something was up, just because it was so out of the blue and unlike us.

After dinner at Outback (one of our parents’ favorite places to eat), we all got home a little before 9:00, just as Seinfeld was about to come on (next to last season, you know). My Dad was comfortable in his recliner (in full possession of the remote), my mom was lying on the couch, and Amy and I were sitting next to each other in the loveseat, I on the left and she on the right.

Now to get a perspective of how our living room was laid out, the TV (50 inches; my Dad’s pride and joy) was against the wall, facing straight out. My Dad’s recliner was about eight feet away from the TV, at about a 45 degree angle to the left. The couch was against the wall to the right, about 6-7 feet away from the recliner, so when you lay down to watch TV, if you lay on your left side, you had a perfect angle to watch it, but you couldn’t see anything behind you. This is how our Mom was positioned. The loveseat was against the back wall of the living room, about ten feet behind the couch and recliner, between two speakers for the entertainment system. You watched TV through the gap between the couch and the recliner.

So all four of us are watching TV. Somewhere in the middle of Friends, I got up enough nerve to bring up to Amy what had transpired earlier that day. I leaned over to her so I could keep my voice down.

“I never got to thank you for this afternoon.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know, in my bedroom?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“What do you mean, you have no idea?”

“What about your bedroom.”

“You know, the handjob?”

“Oh, that. I was trying to block that out of my mind.”

“What? Why? Are you mad?”

“Of course not, czech sharking porno silly. I was just fucking with you.”

“Oh thank God. I thought you were mad at me or something.”

“Why would I be mad at you? I just wish we had more time so you could have gotten ME off.”

“Me too. I really feel like I owe you one or three.”

“(Laughing) Good one.”

Then my mom lifted her head and looked back at us. “What are you two whispering about?”

“Oh, nothing Mom. We were just fighting over who should’ve paid more for dinner, Amy or me.”

“Well, thank you both for dinner. That was very nice of you.”

“You’re welcome Mom,” as she elbowed me in the ribs. She then whispered, “Maybe we should save this conversation for later.”

“Agreed.”

After ER ended, at 11:00, and the news started, our parents got up to go to bed. They thanked us again for dinner, and my Dad told us to keep it down. In unison, we said “Okay, Dad, we will.” They then went upstairs.

I got up to pee (first floor toilet this time) and Amy went to the kitchen to get a couple of Cokes for us. She was already on the loveseat when I got back.

“Did you wash your hands?’

“Of course. Why do you ask?”

“Oh, no reason.”

“Whatever. I can’t wait to watch Letterman. Korn is playing tonight.”

“Cool. I like them.”

“Me too.”

At 11:35 Letterman came on. Just as scheduled, Korn played their song A.D.I.D.A.S. (All Day I Dream About Sex). Kind of ironic, I thought to myself.

After the show was over, Amy reached over and hit the power button on the remote, turning off the TV, then reached over and turned off the table lamp. The only light came from the kitchen lamp over the stove and the moonlight through the window. The clock on the table read 12:40 A.M.

“Okay buster. You got yours; now it’s my turn.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You know goddamned well what I’m talking about.”

“I know, I know. I did say I owed you one.”

“Or three.”

“Then you’d owe me two.”

“Whatever. Come here.”

I scooted over closer to her. “Did you realize we never even kissed earlier today?”

“Shut up.” With that she leaned over and basically stuck her tongue down my throat, not that I minded. She had such soft lips, I thought to myself. We played tongue tag for a few minutes (damn she was a good kisser!), then I slowly moved my right hand under her t-shirt (University of Georgia Bulldogs; yeeech). Her breasts were so soft; not as in flabby, but her skin was so soft, it was almost like baby’s skin. Her nipples were definitely hard; they weren’t very big, and didn’t stick out very far, but they were definitely hard. And that scent. You know that scent; the one that radiates off a woman when you’re making out with her.

She let out a few soft moans as I felt her up, first with my right hand, then with both hands. Finally, she said “This shirt has got to go,” and threw it on the floor. Once again I was treated to the sight of her breasts. czech streets porno This time, however, I didn’t just look at them.

I bent my head down and licked, ever so gently, the circles surrounding her aerolae. I always did this with girls because some girls like it rough and some like it gentle. I thought it best to always start off gently. Then, if they liked it rougher, I could always move on from there. Amy was one of those who liked it rougher, I found out.

“Bite my nipples.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No, I like it. Now bite them.”

“Okay.” So I bit them, gently at first, then gradually bit down harder. Amy moaned “Yes! God I love that.”

Hearing her moans, I reached down toward her crotch and felt her through her sleep pants (Old Navy, gotta love ’em). She was soaking wet.

“Amy, you’re really wet.”

“I know; I always am, but I’m super wet now.”

“Do you want to take them off?”

“Don’t ask, dork, just do it. You have to be more assertive when you’re with a girl.”

“Okay. Lay back on the loveseat, so I can take them off.”

“That’s more like it.”

Amy lay back on the loveseat. I reached over, untied the knot, and pulled them down towards her ankles. This time it was her turn to lift her ass up to get her pants pulled down. After removing them from her ankles, I threw them on the floor (I know, we didn’t have much respect for our clothes at the time).

She had a nice little landing strip (she’s completely shaved now, but this was ’97, before it was part of the culture for girls [and guys] to be hairless “down there”).

“What do you want me to do?”

“Get me off, that’s what!”

“How?”

“Are you seriously asking me that question?”

“I meant with my finger or my tongue.”

“How about both.”

“Alrighty then.”

Now I’m definitely don’t have a 10″ penis, an ability to come five times in a row, or anything like that, but I knew from the first time I did it (and still do now), that I can eat a girl out with the best of ’em. I lost my virginity when I was fifteen to a eighteen year-old, and I made her come twice from going down on her. I just figured, while you’re licking her clitoris, stick your index finger in there, make a motion like “come here”, and find the Cheerio, since that HAD to be the g-spot, right? The rest was history.

So I went down on my sister.

I knew from reading books not to go for the clitoris right away, something about it being too sensitive or something. So I decided to tease her. I figured if girls can be teases, why can’t a guy?

I started kissing the inside of her thigh, working my way up just until I reached the pubic bone, then skipped over her pussy entirely and kissed down the other thigh.

“Don’t tease me. I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Good things come to little girls who wait.”

“Shut up.”

I flicked my tongue at the outer reaches of her labia, almost like a snake’s tongue. Then I kept my tongue out czech super models porno and traced around the entire length of her labia. Even from doing that, my chin was soaked.

“I guess you’re wet enough.”

“No shit.”

Just as she said that, I stuck my index finger into her, palm up, just like I had always done before with other girls. Her entire body jumped.

“Oh my God.”

Slowly I moved my finger out, and just as slowly put it back in. I gradually increased the pace. As I did, her juices started making the same sounds as when she jerked me off; “SWUCK, SWUCK, SWUCK.” My entire right palm was covered in pussy juice.

“Oh, Andy, that feels so FUCKING good.”

I then figured it was time to take it up a level, so I felt for the Cheerio. Once I found it, I started the “come here” finger motion. Then I put my tongue on her clit and started moving it around (my tongue, that is).

“Andy, press down hard on my clit with your tongue and hold it there. I like that.”

“Whatever you say.”

So I did. I pressed down on her clit with my tongue, just like she asked. And I held it there, just like she asked. And I kept gesturing to some imaginary person to “come here.” And I pressed and held until my bottom teeth started hurting the bottom of my tongue. And after a few more “come heres”…

“Oh, shit, Andy, I’m gonna COME!”

“Already?”

“Yes already! I’m gonna COME! Oh my God! Oh my God! Andy! Andy! I’m coming! I’m coming!”

I felt her pussy tighten around my finger, and felt her walls start to quiver. In fact, her whole body was quivering.

“Oh! Oh! Oh shit! Holy shit!”

She grabbed the nearest pillow and put it over her face, lest we wake up the parental units. Eventually, she stopped shaking. I pulled out my finger and lifted my face out of her crotch.

“So, was it good for you?”

She pulled the pillow away. “Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

“Self-taught, with a little help from books.”

“You eat pussy better than any guy I’ve ever been with, including Jeremy.” Jeremy was a 27 year-old she had been dating the year prior.

“Thanks for the compliment. I already told you you gave me the best handjob I’ve ever had.”

“So now we’re even.”

“You know, if we actually have sex, we can both get off but still stay even, that is unless you have multiple orgasms.”

“Oh, don’t worry, I come more than once when I’m having sex.”

“Too bad I’m a guy; it’s a lot harder for me to do that.

“True.”

“Soooo…we can have sex if you want to.”

“Oh, I want to, believe me. It’s just a matter of the two people sleeping upstairs.”

“We can be quiet.”

“I know, but we can’t take any chances. This was way too risky as it is. Plus it’s more fun to be loud anyway.”

I looked down at my shorts. I was hard as a rock. My dick was absolutely begging to be let out. Amy noticed as well.

“I see somebody missed me. But we have to wait til tomorrow. And you better not jack off! I want that thing alive and ready for me.”

“Okay, I won’t.”

“You promise?”

“I Promise.”

“Well, I’m going to wash up and go to bed. You should do the same.”

“Okay, see you tomorrow.”

I looked over at the clock; 1:55 A.M. It had only been a little over ten hours since our first encounter. What did the next 24 hours have in store?

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As i walk through the front door i drop my bag and kick my shoes off. I walk to the fridge and stand with the door open cooling my self down. The cold feeling making my nipples hard. I walk to my room stripping from my clothes. I shut and lock my door behind me. I walk to my vanity unlocking the bottom drawer, pulling out my dildo.

I walk over to my bed and start playing with my nipples. I close my eyes and moan in delight. I dream of being fucked by my gorgeous father.

He’s 6’2, strong, beautiful tanned body. I imagine how big his cock is and moan even more. I feel a tingling feeling and work my hand down to my pussy. I feel how wet i am and i moan. I start playing with my clit slowly rubbing it. I imagine my father watching me play with myself. I Grab my dildo and put it at my entrance. I slowly push it in feeling the pressure and the pleasure it sends through my body. I imagine it’s my father shoving his big fat altyazılı porno cock into my pussy. At first i pump it slow, as my climax builds i pump faster and faster. Minutes later i let myself go and i cum all over my bed to the thought of my dad fucking me. As i come down from my orgasm i leave the dildo in my pussy and hold my legs shut to keep it in. When I’m ready to stand up i remove it and feel my juices leak from my pussy. I smile with delight.

I put my dildo back in its drawer slip on some silk shorts and a tank top. I walk to the bathroom and slid in the shower. I clean myself up and devise a plan to fuck my handsome father.

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I hear my father’s door close and i feel my pussy jump with excitement. Tonight was the night i was gonna feel his big fat cock inside my tight pussy. I change into just a silk night gown.

After changing i leave my room and slowly tip toe to his room. I hear small snores indicting he just fell asleep. I slowly tip toe into his room. I climb into the bed and realize he’s in just amatör porno boxers. I slowly uncover him careful to not awake him until it was too late. I see the out line of his cock through his boxers and it looks huge. I slowly pull his dick out and swirl my tongue around the tip. It twitches in my mouth as i go down deeper on his shaft. I hear him moan. His dick slowly gets harder and rises in my mouth causing me to gag. I hear him mumble and realize i need to move quickly.

I slowly move on top of him to straddle him. I feel his cock at my entrance and i tingle with excitement. I slowly lower myself feeling every single inch of his cock. I hear him grown and his hand moves down and touches my thigh. I slowly start riding him. As he wakes up he realizes what’s happening.

“Sarah what are you doing hunny this is so wrong.”

“I know daddy but i needed your dick inside of me I’ve been dreaming about this for months.” I continue to grind my pussy on him.

“This is so wrong but feels so good” he moans.

“Your cock is so filling arap porno daddy. I’ve never been filled so much. You’re not even in all the way.”

“I guess we should fix that shouldn’t we” i could see his smirk. He flips me over on all 4 and forces me to arch my back.

He pulls out and slams his cock back into me, forcing me to take all 12 inches of his dick.

I scream in pleasure.

“That’s right bitch scream for my cock” he fucks me faster.

“Oh fuck daddy you feel so good” i feel every thrust so deeply. He slows down and i grown.

“Beg for my dick you slut”

“Fuck me daddy. Fuck my slutty pussy.”

He speeds up only a tiny bit. “Louder bitch”

“Oh daddy! Fuck me hard!”

He’s slowly gathering speed. He smacks my ass leaving a hand print. He takes my pony tail and pulls so hard i scream.

“Scream for my dick you slut. And you better not cum.”

“FUCK ME WITH YOUR BIG DICK DADDY, FUCK YOUR BABY GIRLS PUSSY”

“Who’s pussy does it be long to”

“YOU DADDY, MY PUSSY BELONGS TO YOU”

“When can you cum baby”

“WHEN DADDY SAYS I CAN”

“Cum for me baby” as i cum my body falls limp. Seconds later i feel daddy dump his load into my pussy, as he pulls out he forces my legs into the air keeping his cum inside my body.

“I own you now bitch”

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We’d been talking online for months now. He always said we should ‘hook up’ whenever he was in town on business. I blatantly refused. First and foremost, he is married. Secondly, you always hear of these online-to-in person meetings gone awry – why put yourself through the potential torture? Why not play it safe and live in the fantasy where nobody gets hurt?

Regardless of my position on the matter, I knew everything was going to change the second I opened that damn email. It was a normal, tediously boring Friday at work. However, as soon as I read that message, I knew my world was about to be turned upside-down.

It simply said, “I’m here.”

My head wanted to believe it was a joke. But my entire being trembled with the fact that it probably wasn’t. Still in complete denial, I responded with a coy, “Where?”

I went on about my day, dealing with various employee issues and trying to keep my mind focused on the bean-counting at hand while I awaited a response. Just as I was finally able to push the anxiety from my head, my computer beeped to alert me of a new message.

I stared at the words “I’m here, just a few mere moments from your office, I imagine”.

The denial continued and my hands shook as I typed a joking, “Sure, of course you are.”

What followed was a succession of quick emails in which I challenged the validity of his claim. He responded by describing in great detail his ‘cover story’ and the new road construction on the parkway that caused the delay in his checking into what is the most luxurious hotel in the city. Located right here, downtown, only five blocks from my office.

While much of it could have been a twisted joke he was playing, the fact that he mentioned something as trivial as the road construction – which had just gone up that morning to prepare for a long weekend of roadwork – was what drove the reality home for me. He could not possibly know about it if he wasn’t actually there.

Here.

Holy shit – he is here!

My masaj porno mind raced as I tried to decide what do say next. Then I realized that it was my pulse racing – intensely excited over prospect of what might come of this.

I shook my head, clearing this ridiculous notion from my head. This cannot happen, I said. It’s wrong. It’s dangerous. He is a stranger.

That’s exactly what I had nearly convinced myself of when a new message beeped.

“Meet me.”

There. It was officially out there. Well, it had been ‘there’ since the first email. But, now it was actually, truly, without a doubt there.

I emailed him back with the lamest of excuses. First of all, I was working. I couldn’t just drop everything to run out for some steamy, erotic, secret rendezvous down the street. Secondly, I am hardly dressed for it. It was Friday after all – office casual day. I was hardly dressed in anything remotely appealing or sexy. Girlish preppy was more like it. An untucked, tailored shirt, leaving the tails to stick out a bit beneath the sweater I have over it, jeans (snug, but not too snug), socks, loafers, white cotton panties and bra under it all. Yes, that just screams ‘fuck me’, you know?

He responded as such, ” Oh, it turns me on alright…. How I enjoy hearing about your attire… right down to your unmentionables. I awoke today with a huge, raging hard-on. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought I had a 2×4 between my legs. I drove to my office with my cock fully engorged and, because I drove my pickup today, I was able to sit up high and look down into the cars adjacent to me. I admired several attractive “business-type” women in their skirts and hose exposed by with their hems riding a bit high and, quite deliberately, I locked a stare on two of them and let them know I was enjoying the view. Suddenly, I began to think of all of those hot little numbers you describe wearing to work and, even though its Friday and I knew you would be in casual meet suck and fuck porno attire, I was overwhelmed by the need to direct my truck to the airport and board the first flight here. I called my wife on the way to advise her of my emergency meeting and not to expect me home until very late this evening.”

I was so wet by this point; I was oblivious to the fact that he had mentioned his wife in the last sentence. After our series of erotic emails in the past several months, the sudden ache inside of me at the thought of finally having his “2X4” buried deep inside me was nearly more than I could take.

Before I had time to thing about it too much, I found myself telling the receptionist that I was ill and leaving for the day. She said that I looked quite flushed and must have a terribly high temperature. If she only knew.

Minutes seemed like an eternity that passed before I found myself knocking softly on the door of the room number he gave me. I kept awaiting that feeling of wrong and guilt to sweep over me, but it never came.

The door opened. I found myself holding my breath. My blood began to rush to my head and I felt certain that I was going to pass out.

“Alec?” I weakly asked, as I forced myself to speak.

“Hello, Jenn,” he responded in a deep, sexy voice that nearly brought me to my knees right there in the doorway. He took my hand and led me inside the room.

The events that followed are forever tattooed on my brain as the most erotic and sexually satisfying times of my life. He later emailed me the following detailed encounter of that afternoon – one that I read again and again. And now, I’ll let you share in his incredible version of those events, because as vivid as my memories of that afternoon are, nothing compares to the fire that is lit inside me when I see it in his own words…

“I asked you to remove your jeans and then had you put your loafers back on so that you looked like a little schoolgirl milf porno in your white cotton panties and untucked shirt and sweater. I then enjoyed receiving a full servicing from you as I sat with my legs fully spread in an elegantly upholstered side chair. I rubbed your tit meat through your sweater and shirt as you deftly worked my fleshy shaft and fat tip with your soft tongue. “

“After you got my cock so hot that it needed to explode, I motioned for you to stop and then moved you to the center of the bed. I positioned you on your belly with your cunt pressed firmly against the mattress, your arms extended to hold your chest up high and your legs spread widely behind you. I then straddled you at the waist from behind so you would feel my hard cock against your panty-covered ass. I began tenderly kissing your neck while feeling your ample boobs through your sweater and shirt. When I was ready, I very deliberately tore your panties along the side seam to gain access to your needy cunt (to give you the feeling of being taken – because I knew that was one of your deepest desires).”

“I then pushed my cock deep into you, bucking and fucking you hard. I felt your hole squeezing my swollen cock with each thrust. To hear you moan and scream and beg for more was just too much. I wasn’t wearing a condom, so it was only a few moments before you began to feel your girl hole filling with warm boy sperm. The quantity of fluid I expelled during my several thrusts was so large, it oozed out of your pussy and ran onto the rich fabric that covered the bed.”

“When I finished, I rolled over on my back and pulled your mouth between my legs so you could lick my slimy cock all clean. When you finished, I held you close and kissed you longingly, savoring the moment, knowing that I had a plane to catch and this may never happen again.”

“Jenn, my cock is so very hard for you right now. I may have to close my door in a few moments to relieve the pressure created by my memories of fucking you.”

I never fail to get completely aroused and yearn for him when reading this. I don’t know if one day we will do this again. But if that never happens, that is OK. To have true, unadulterated pleasure like this, just one time, is more than many people ever experience. I’ll remember it always.

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It was very painful, lying in bed with massive bruises and swollen joints. I was returning to my hometown and got rear-ended by a drunk driver. I travel a lot; it is part of the job. I’m very restless. I’d been in bed for two days and it was driving me nuts. There is only so much Oprah that any intelligent person can stand before totally losing contact with reality.

The word went out, as I used to work for the local police department and they were contacted when E.M.S. pulled me from the twisted metal. A couple of broken bones and a cast on my left arm, did I mention lots of pain?

I was feeling sorry for myself and was very depressed and couldn’t get all of the things that I needed to get done out of my mind. Room 213 was where I was. Officers had been trooping in all day to check on the status of me. Quick banter and out the door they went. No one had come by for a while. I tried to stretch upward and every bone in my spine cracked, sending fire racing through every nerve that I had.

I asked for some pain meds and began to wait for the nurse to waddle her fat ass into the room with the drugs. It was dark in my room. The only light was from the television that was on, and the light spilling in from the hallway.

Suddenly, the light was blocked and that brought me out of my depressive stupor long enough to see her enter. I couldn’t believe it. We had a thing 10 years in the past, yet had recently re-connected over the beloved Internet. She looked great. Hair was a little different, but czech couples porno she looked almost the same as ten years prior.

She came over and sat by the bed in a chair that she dragged along with her. I asked her what the fuck she was doing here. She replied that she had talked to an officer that had entered her store and found out that I was in town and screwed up. After she prodded a little, she convinced him to give her my hospital room by describing the tattoo that I had on my right hip. She got off of work early, yet was there after visiting hours.

That fat lazy nurse entered and told her to leave. The revolting nurse gave me my pills as I tried to plead with her to let my friend stay. “It is against policy!” She bellowed.

I grabbed her by the front of her maroon frock and told her “Bitch, I deserve to have a few friends drop by. I think that I have earned
that much!” She waddled out in quite a huff. I small giggle escaped my lips. About time I had a little bit of control.

Linda asked me how I felt. I told her that I felt like shit and that if I felt any better, I could go ahead and die. She advised that I looked good to her. I hate to say it, but that really pissed me off.
”Look good!! Look Good?” I turned on the light over the top of the bed and angrily told her to get closer and take a look. I pulled the blanket down to my waistline and displayed numerous bruises over my chest and arms. She floored me with her response. “You look better czech estrogenolit porno than you ever have. I have missed you so and just the sight of you, no matter the physical condition, warms me to my marrow”. I didn’t know what to say, but a lame “Thanks”.

After a quick wandering conversation, she asked on how I was “down there” I told her that I didn’t know and that it was the last thing I had been thinking about. She asked if she could check. I thought “What the fuck?” and replied, “You bet.”
She drew the covers down and exposed my naked groin. Drugs and pain had rendered little “Willy” soft and unresponsive. “Good luck Linda, you are going to need it tonight”, I thought. She leaned over and brushed the head on my cock with her lips. She looked me in the eye and replied, “Are you sure?” I felt a sharp stab of pain in my chest, which caused me to try to pull away. Linda would have nothing of it. She dropped and licked the length of my shaft from top to bottom. I couldn’t even resist. Resistance brought
pain and her attentions brought pleasure. What fucking decision would you make?

She began to draw me into her hot little mouth. She stroked my nuts and slurped me into her. Before I knew it, I was at full mast and starting to breath a little ragged. She continued her oral ministrations and I could feel the sweat begin to form on my body. I looked down and could see her pouty lips drawing me in and could feel her tongue wrapping around my cock head.

I czech experiment porno reached over and ran a hand up her leg. She was wearing a short skirt and I could feel the seam of her stocking as I traced a hand up her thigh. I got higher and the stocking stopped, but I could follow the elastic of a garter belt on up. I couldn’t believe that she had remembered that garters drove me nuts. I slid my hand higher and met the fuzz of an uncovered pussy. My cock twitched and hardened further to my new found treat. I found her slit and could feel the heat coming from her sex. I traced a finger along her
slit and was rewarded with a slick, wet finger. I was amazed that she was so wet. I slid two fingers into her, which drew a soft moan and harder suction on my rod.

She sucked me and I fingered her for what seemed like thirty minutes. The fat nurse entered the room, and upon seeing what was going on, screeched, “What the hell are you doing?” Linda slid off of my cock and stated, “Either get over here and lick his balls or get the fuck out!” The portly nurse fled as fast as her chubby ass could carry her! We shared a laugh over that and then returned to what had been interrupted.

She was a great cocksucker. I had been trying to hold back, just to continue the pleasure of her oral talents. I couldn’t do it any longer. I told her that I was going to cum. This brought a deep throaty moan from her and she flooded my busy fingers with her sweet pussy juice. I began to convulse as my balls began to pump cum down her throat in hot spurt after hot spurt.

I don’t remember much after that. I awoke the next day with a card sitting on the stand. It read these words only “Get well soon and I will NURSE you back to health, night after night. Linda”.

I guess a traffic collision may have a few benefits after all.

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Ingie Ch. 1: The Meeting

This will be the first story in a series. While I do not know how many I will write, all of the stories are true. They chronicle my yearlong relationship with a lady who was my sexual soul mate. I have changed only the names and a minor detail or two that I cannot remember as I put them down on paper. I hope you enjoy them as much as I did, both in reality and in telling them.

Her name was Ingie and I thought she was the answer to all my dreams when I met her. I was 48 and she was 46. But I am getting ahead of myself. Some background first.

My name is Pete and after two failed marriages and several short term relationships, I was almost sure that I would never find a lady with whom I could spend the rest of my life with and who was as kinky as I was sexually. I had realized at a very young age that I enjoyed many aspects of sex that most people never even think about or are aware of. But I never seemed to be able to find the right person and wound up marrying two ladies who I thought were as into growing and experimenting sexually as I was. Alas, in the end it was not to be!

So, when I met Ingie in the wonderful city of Portland, Oregon via a popular Internet dating service, I almost could not believe it at first. When we met for coffee on a Friday night in early April, we hit it off so well that we talked for 7 hours about almost everything. And we made a date for two days from then which just happened to be my 49th Birthday. It was one of the most interesting dates that I have ever had. Because she loved to learn how to use power tools and had always wanted to learn to weld, I thought it would be a neat thing if I showed her how. So, she came over in her grubbies on that Sunday and I spent an hour or so showing her the basics of MIG welding. She was pretty good at it for a novice but I was anxious to take her to dinner and to get to know her better. So she changed into a very nice dress and blouse and we headed out to my favorite Moroccan restaurant.

Dinner was wonderful and the more that we talked I realized that I was very drawn to this woman. We eventually left the restaurant and went to a great little teahouse where we continued to talk. Eventually we got around to the subject of sex and I discovered that she was very open to trying almost anything and considered herself very sexual. As it was starting to get late and she had to work in the morning, she asked me what I would like to do…. I looked her in the eyes and told her that I wanted to take her home and make passionate love to her! She smiled and laughed…. and then said, “we’ll see”. We drove back to my house where we talked for another hour or so as I sat on a stool in the kitchen and she stood in front of me in between my legs. As she talked I would run my hands up and down her back and nuzzle my face against her breasts. She kept saying that she needed to leave but her body was telling me otherwise. We eventually started to kiss allot…. bagros porno slowly at first but then more passionately with our tongues exploring the farthest reaches of each other’s mouth’s. My cock had been rock hard for a long time and she was slowly grinding her belly against it. I was getting very hot for her and you could tell she was too. She went to say something and became tongue-tied…. I told her to “spit it out” and she smiled back at me and said, “I never do”…. and that was it….. her coat came off and we headed down the hall to the bedroom…….

I watched as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse and revealed her very sexy black lace bra… her eyes never left mine…. and there are no words that can describe the unbridled lust that I saw in those green eyes…. and then the bra was on the floor and I moved forward and took one of her pencil sized nipples into my mouth…. her breasts were not huge and age had taken some toll but those nipples were so sensitive…. as I was sucking on her nipples, she was taking off her dress and my hands encountered a very skimpy thong as I ran my hands over her slightly plump ass. As I was caressing her ass and teasing her nipples to a full half-inch in length, she was starting to moan and unbuckling my belt and pushing my pants to the floor.

As soon as she had gotten my pants around my ankles, she pulled my shirt up and over my head, leaving me in only my briefs. As we wrapped our arms around each other, both of us almost totally naked, her body felt like it was on fire. I looked down at her and she slowly stuck out her tongue and ran it across her very full bright red lips. I could not resist taking the middle finger of my right hand and sliding it into her mouth. As I did, she sucked my finger in until it could go no further and I felt like I was touching her tonsils. I knew then that I could not wait to get my cock between those lips. My left hand had found her pussy and even through the thong I could feel the incredible heat and the wetness. Without a word, Ingie sank to her knees and took my briefs with her as she went down. I thought that she would immediately slide my rock hard cock into what I knew would be a very hot mouth, but I was wrong. Instead, she grasped my 8 incher at the base and began to rub it all over her face, occasionally stopping and running her tongue up the underside and all around the head. Her eyes had glazed over and she seemed to be focusing only on my shaft. This incredible woman took her time licking every inch of my cock and balls as well as briefly flicking her tongue around my asshole before she looked up at me and told me that she wanted me to pretend her mouth was her pussy and for me to grab her hair and force my cock into her mouth. I was stunned but way to hot to disagree! As I reached behind her head and grabbed her hair with my left hand, I pointed my saliva coated glistening cock at her wide-open mouth. I cannot describe the heat and bangbus porno the softness as my cock slid in. She immediately began to work at taking as much as possible down her throat and I could feel her tongue caressing my shaft as she sucked very hard. I knew that I would not last long. Initially, I was afraid of hurting her so I started to go slow but after several minutes of this she stopped, took my cock out of her mouth, and told me that she liked it when things got a little rough and that she not only wanted me to “cram my dick deep and hard” into her mouth but that she wanted me to “coat her face with my cream”. I knew then that this woman was for me! So I did as she wanted. I crammed all 8 inches of my very hard cock into her mouth and used her hair to push and pull her head back and forth. It was an incredible site to watch as she drooled all over my cock as it pistoned in and out of her mouth. I lasted only a couple of minutes more before I pulled my cock out and bent her head back so she was looking right up at me as I erupted long goopy strings of cum all over her face. As soon as the biggest squirts had landed, she jammed her mouth back down over my cock and the sensation was almost unbearable as she sucked the remaining cum from my balls. Then she slowly took my slightly softer cock and rubbed it all over her face before she surprised me by taking her long black silky hair and cleaning my cock with it.

As I looked down at her smiling face that was glistening with my cum, I told her that I wanted to taste her pussy. She quickly stood up, backed up to the bad and I pushed her backwards so that she was on her back with her hips at the edge of the bed. I swiftly knelt between her thighs and pulled her thong off. I was confronted with an almost completely shaved pussy that was clearly very wet. I immediately buried my face in her hot pussy and found her very swollen and huge clit. As I ran my tongue up and down her slit, I used my thumb to rub her clit and this caused her to grind her cunt against my face. Suddenly, she asked me to stop and wanted to know if I had any dildos. I reached into the dresser drawer and took out two different ones. She selected an 18 inch black one and then told me to continue eating her pussy. As I gladly buried my face back between her legs, I heard her say that when she comes she “squirts”. I looked back up at her face for a moment and saw that she had taken the dildo and was sucking about 6 inches of it into her very talented mouth as she pinched her nipples with her other hand! I immediately started to alternate between licking her hot cunt and lightly biting her clit while I used 3 fingers to fuck her hole. Her juices were literally running down her thighs at this point. As I attacked her hot cunt, I felt her start to tremble all over and as her hips pressed up very hard into my mouth, she screamed she was coming! I stayed with her and felt a strong stream of hot fluid hitting my face as she beurette tour porno continued to thrust her hot cunt into my mouth. As she slowly relaxed, she would have “aftershocks” when I would flick my tongue over her very prominent clit. I looked down and realized that there was a wet spot on the bed about a foot in diameter!

As we relaxed, I thought that the evening was over. It was almost midnight and her job at a local university required that she be there during regular hours. But as we came down from this incredible sex, she told me that she wanted to give me something really special for my birthday. So of course I was not going to say no and she then told me to lie at the head of the bed and to lean my back against the wall in a semi sitting position. Ingie then laid on her stomach with her face in my crotch and slowly proceeded to gently suck my cock until it was again rock hard. I will never forget the sight of her lust filled face as she gorged on my rod! I thought that her plan was to just drink my cum but again I was wrong. After she had me really going, she reached down between her legs and ran her hands all over her cunt and then wiped the juices on my cock and told me to jerk off for her while she gave me my “present”. As I started to stroke my cock, Ingie pushed my legs way apart and buried her face between my legs. The next thing I felt was her tongue probing my asshole! I couldn’t believe it and after several minutes of her incredible and talented tongue licking and sliding in my ass, I screamed and shot a geyser of cum straight into the air! The first couple of spurts came right back down on her face and she managed to get her mouth over the head of my cock to catch the rest. As I came down from this unbelievable orgasm, Ingie lovingly licked my cock, balls, and asshole clean.

It was now almost 1 AM and we had been going at each other for over two hours and I still had not had the pleasure of burying my cock in her hot hole. But it was time for her to go and I knew it would not be long before I got to fill her cunt with my sperm. I even had a feeling it would not be long before I had my rod buried balls deep in her ass. I helped her get dressed and I threw a robe on and walked her to her car in front of the house. We kissed for several minutes before she slid to her knees, opened my robe, and took my very sore and semi-hard cock all the way in her warm talented mouth. She got me very hard and did not even stop when several cars drove by. I could not believe it but I felt like I was going to come for a third time in such a short time. And after about 3 or 4 more minutes I did, pulling out at the last minute and from about an inch away from Ingie’s nose, let loose several reasonable sized squirts that coated the lower part of her face and started to drip onto her blouse. She stood up, kissed me hard on the lips, slid her cum coated tongue into my mouth, and said “till next time”.

Then she drove away leaving me standing in front of my house with my robe hanging open, my dick in the wind, and my cum dripping on the gravel.

What an unbelievable birthday!

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Next up: Ingie: Part II – The Rope

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Returning to this storyline after a while. I left it mainly due to my editor backing out due to real world work and commitments.

“External scars eventually heal. Our inner scars, though, don’t let us forget them.”- Calanthe

“I’m sorry, but I will not be able to come home tonight.”

“Again? This is the fourth time this week. You’re working way too hard.” said Dana over the phone, clearly exasperated.

“I am so sorry Dana, but there is such a huge amount of work to be done here that I have to stay.”

“Is your boss living up to her reputation as a bitch? Is that why you are tied up at the office?”

“No no no. She is very approachable. In fact, if I tell her right now, she will let me go home. I can’t do that and leave her with this much work to do.”

Kyle was in a dilemma. On one hand, he yearned to go home to Dana’s comforting arms and on the other hand, there was so much work to be done. Stella had personally taken up the decoration job for the Mayor’s ball. She was putting in night after night to make that event better than the previous year (also done by her). She had gone so far out of her way to make him feel comfortable that it was impossible to ask for more.

“I’ll talk to you later, Dana.”

These fancy New York parties required months of pre planning. Just the ambience had been conceptualized by the team of designers for several months. For Kyle, this was a massive leap. He had never handled something of this scale in his previous job. Enthusiastically, he threw himself at it. Stella loved his endeavour and began to value and respect his professional opinion. She still seemed to be in the afterglow of his heroic act.

He had just put the phone down, when Stella walked in from her adjacent cubicle.

“You seem to be working hard.”

“Speak for yourself, Stella. I can barely see you behind that stack of designs.”

“You can go home if you want. You’ve done enough this week.”

Kyle thought about it.

“What would you say if one of the other designers asked to go home?”

She considered it briefly before saying, “I would say- go home and stay there.”

“Exactly my point. Treat me the same way you would treat them.”

“But I don’t want to. You are such a special person. Moreover, you are the only one on my wavelength here. I made the right choice by picking you as my personal assistant designer.”

“Thank you for that. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to deciding what would look good on the walls.”

“The atmosphere here is too stifling. How about we continue this work from my private studio?”

“That’s in your house, right?”

“Yeah,” she said curiously.

Kyle took a deep breath and started. “So essentially you want me to go back to your place.”

She gave him her most charming smile.

“I suppose so, yes. But you will still be working.”

He studied her expression for a few seconds.

“All right then. Let’s go.”

Stella smiled inwardly. This was going to be the closest thing to a date she ever had. They drove to her place on Madison Avenue. She had bought an old building, formerly a small apartment complex and renovated it completely to her liking. This was her personal sanctuary. For the first time in her life, someone else would enter this sacred ground.

Stepping inside, Kyle gasped. Stella Rousseau was one of the world’s best interior designers but her house was something else entirely. Every room was decorated in a surreal fashion. Everything from the walls to the furnishing was beautiful and unique in its own way. She lived alone and had a maid come from time to time. From what he could see, she ate very little and that too at exotic events.

Kyle followed her up the stairs. The walls were intricately inlaid with a plethora of complex designs. She had thrown her most creative impulses into this place. The first floor seemed even grander with motifs of various scenes delicately inlaid into the walls and ceiling. He went into her private studio and took a pile of design plans and started working.

She worked quietly beside him, stealing the occasional glance. He was a picture of concentration as he went about his work. After a couple of hours, she put the plans aside.

“Alright. Enough work for today. We can finish the rest later.”

“I guess I should get going now.”

“No. Don’t go, please. It’s the first time I have someone here I can talk to.”

Kyle sensed the loneliness in her voice. He had known for some time what lay beneath the wraps of this office martinet. She was just like everybody else he knew- flawed. Only, she was too proud to admit it, even to herself.

He was broken out of his thoughts when she returned with a large bottle of red wine and two glasses. The ambience was perfect, the lights were dim- he could have made the first move right there, but he had other plans with her.

“How often do you do it?”

Stella looked up in surprise.

“How often do I do what?”

Kyle moved closer to her and gently held her ankara escort sides. His face bore that trademark smile that inspired so much warmth and confidence.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Believe me, I understand. What you go through every day- the stress, the deadlines, the interactions. I do not judge you or think less of you for it.”

She stared at him for a few long moments before she realized. She looked down trying to hide her face in shame.

“How did you know?” she said, without even looking up.

“You wear full sleeves all the time. It’s not that tough to figure out why.

“And yet you are the only one who noticed.”

“I see you at work every day,” Kyle started. “The amount of stress you go through is unbelievable. Add to that the inherent pressure of trying to prove yourself in a corporate environment filled with sexist clichés and the pressure exceeds the tipping point. No one else notices because they are too afraid of you to look any closer. To them, you are a drill sergeant in a suit. I looked closer and I saw the you that hides inside- scared and insecure.”

She still could not make eye contact. Kyle sensed her embarrassment and gently asked.

“So answer me, Stella. How often do you cut yourself?”

“Two to three times a week,” she said, her voice quivering.

Tears were beginning to form in the corners of her eyes.

“I can’t stop. I tried, but I can’t stop.”

Stella was visibly crying now. Kyle embraced her close to his chest.

“Shh.. don’t cry.”

Pulling her away, he reached up to gently wipe her tears.

“You must think I’m pathetic. I need to cut my arm to feel good about myself.”

“Not at all. It does not make you pathetic, it makes you human. We all have our own flaws and our own scars.”

“You don’t. Just look at yourself, so perfect in every way.”

He thought for a brief instant before standing up.

“Let me show you my scars.”

Turning around, he unbuttoned his shirt. She let out an audible gasp when he let his shirt fall to the floor.

Kyle’s back was covered with surgical scars. They were in different stages of healing. Some were still raw and others had a dark line of skin over them. These scars crisscrossed all over the length and breadth of his back and the back of his thighs. The shrapnel had quite literally ripped his back to shreds.

“As I said, we all have our scars. Some of us just hide them better.”

She just gaped on in wonder.

“Go ahead, touch them.”

She stood up and tentatively prodded a scar near his shoulder. He flinched a bit, but stayed relatively still. Her fingertip traced a long scar all the way from the back of his neck down to his waist.

“How? Why?”

“In Afghanistan. RPG shell blew up a few feet away from me.”

“I don’t understand. Your scars are from fighting for your country. Mine are just pathetic little signs of cowardice.”

“Mine aren’t as glorious as you made them out to be.”

He sat down beside her. She looked at him curiously and waited for an answer.

“Around eight months ago, I saw my world disintegrate in front of my eyes, literally. My parents were in the North Tower on 9/11. I watched on from my window as the two towers came crashing down. Along with them, the carefully constructed cocoon I built to shield myself from reality disappeared.”

“I am so sorry……”

“That day left an empty place in my heart,” he went on. “I desperately searched for answers. I never got them. I thought I could get over their loss only if I felt I was doing something about it, so I enlisted. It was the most stupid decision of my life.”

“What?”

“I made friends with a fellow Marine, Lewis Howe. We met during training at Fort Totten and became good friends. There was this one day; we were manning a supply route just outside Kandahar. We were in adjacent jeeps escorting the convoy through a treacherous pass. It was tough as the militants would show up when you least expected them and open fire. We had made it to relative safety, when it happened.”

Kyle paused for a moment, dredging out this painful memory from the innermost caverns of his mind. There was the hint of moisture in his eyes when he resumed.

“Suddenly an RPG came out of nowhere straight at my jeep. I swerved in the nick of time, but the jeep behind me stood no chance. I still remember the sickening explosion. Rushing out, I saw pieces of Lewis everywhere.”

Stella was listening in rapt attention, her eyes glistening as he went on.

“I looked in the direction of the attack and saw a dilapidated house. There was a bearded man on top clutching the RPG tube and dancing. I can’t explain it, but suddenly I was overwhelmed by this all-consuming rage. My world went dark and all I could see was him with the tube.”

Her eyes went wide as he continued.

“I ran into the house and ran up a flight of stairs before coming face to face with him. He had this look of manic joy. I didn’t even take out my gun as I simply jumped on him. He tried fighting escort ankara back, but I took the tube from his hand and hit him hard enough on the head for his skull to cave in. Looking up, I saw two kids, hardly five, clutching each other tightly. That was when the grim reality of what I had done hit me- I had beaten a man to death while his kids watched.”

His tone was becoming more strained as he went on.

“Since that day, I have recalled the look on their faces so many times. I have tried rationalizing it as a reality of war and as a necessary revenge but it will not change the fact that I put two children through what I experienced on the day I saw my parents die in front of me.”

She finally looked up at him, processing what he said. Unable to restrain herself any longer she kissed a scar on his back. He shuddered as she gently ran her lips up the length of the injury. After a while, he turned around and cupped her chin and made her look up into his eyes.

“Your turn. Show me your scars.”

Stella was reluctant. She got up and moved to the end of the room. Kyle sensed her trepidation and stood by her side.

“It’s alright. Nothing to be ashamed of. The only way you can move on from these scars is to accept them.”

She turned away, ashamed. He embraced her tightly. “It’s okay. I still respect you. Now roll up your sleeves.”

Unable to make eye contact, she took a deep breath and slowly rolled up her sleeves to the elbow. Underneath, her flawless white skin was marred by multiple cuts and marks. Some were less than an inch long. The ones near to her elbow were much longer. She had been doing this for a long time.

“Are you happy now?” she said, visibly distraught. “You have seen me for exactly what I am- a cutter.”

“I think you’re beautiful. Give me that arm.”

Tentatively, she held out her arm as Kyle kissed it. Her sobbing was becoming more and more copious as he gently held on.

“Come with me, please.”

Kyle followed her to the top floor. She opened the doors to her bedroom and led them inside. He gasped at what he saw.

On the wall was an artistic masterpiece. It was a large portrait inlaid in mosaic and feldspar. The phosphorescence from the feldspar gave the dark room an eerie, almost surreal glow. The portrait itself was intricately designed and the detail was magnificent.

“Is that me?”

It was Kyle’s photo from the subway. Every minute detail had been encapsulated perfectly. The mural lit up much of the room.

“Wow.. that’s nice.”

She turned to him and asked, “You think so? I made it myself.”

“I think it’s the third most beautiful thing in the room.”

She looked at him with a look of loving confusion.

“Third?”

“You are the second most beautiful thing in this room and the first is….”

Stella craned her neck over to listen as Kyle leaned over to gently whisper it into her ear.

“….your scars.”

The sheer emotion of the moment overwhelmed her as she grabbed his shoulders and pushed him on the bed. Gently, delicately she took off his clothes one by one. He passively lay there as she finished undressing him. Taking a step back, she admired his naked form on her bed.

Kyle knew this was wrong. Having sex with his boss never looked like a good idea, but he had broken bigger taboos already. Just like Dana, Stella wanted him not out of raw lust, but a deep and profound sense of love.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. You looked behind the façade at the ugliness of my core and never turned away.”

“Do you know what I saw behind the curtain? A vulnerable core. The heart of someone who has tried so hard to succeed that she buried all their humanity and affection. I am the first person you let in. Right?”

She nodded gently. Before he could speak again, she started shedding her clothes. The pale glow of the moonlight coupled with the glow from the mural was the perfect backdrop for her gorgeous naked form. Kyle gaped in awe as he saw more of it. Apart from her arms, every part of her body was smooth and flawless.

She was a sight to behold in her underwear, letting him drink it in for a few minutes. He smiled as she reached behind to take off her bra. Soon, her gorgeous breasts were exposed. They were perfectly round and firm with pale aureolas and beautiful pink nipples which stood out.

Soon, her panties came off and her pussy was visible. It was a beautiful shade of pink and he saw her luscious vulva peeking out from under her folds.

“Like it? I shaved just for you.”

“You had this planned all along? To get me in bed.”

“I was going to keep my top on, to cover my arms, but essentially yes. I have wanted you so badly since that day when you saved my life. It sounds so silly, but I built up a fantasy of what you would be like, what you would say. You were my first imaginary friend.”

“Did I live up to your fantasy?”

“You are so much more than I could ever imagine. Thank you for coming into my life.”

With this, she knelt down and kissed him deeply. ankara escort bayan Their tongues interlocked and played with each other as her hands roamed all over his body. There was no rush, no haste as their arms explored tantalizing parts of each other’s bodies. Their movements were in complete harmony.

Kyle disengaged from the kiss and let his lips roam to her neck. He spent some time on her neck, kissing and nibbling at it as her arousal built. He moved to her luscious breasts and gently kissed the firm flesh. She gasped with pleasure as he concentrated his efforts on her aureola and then held her nipple between his teeth. Her moans resonated around the room as he continued his tender ministrations on her.

Moving even lower he reached her labia. Holding them apart with his hands, he gently prodded her inner lips with his tongue. This caused a wave of arousal to sweep over her body and she clamped down on his face with her thighs. He continued slurping away at her clit until she reached down and grabbed his hair. Then, she gently pulled him on top of her.

She gazed at his face expectantly, waiting for him to enter her. Kyle was in deep thought. Would this act mean cheating on Dana? What exactly did he have with Dana? Stella lost her patience and grabbed his waist and forced him down into her wet pussy.

Resigned to the fact that he would have to go through with it, he started a gentle to and fro motion. The constant nagging thought remained at the back of his mind though- was he cheating?

Soon she climaxed hard. Kissing him gently on the cheek, she started getting dressed.

“Do you have any family left?”

Kyle looked at her in surprise. Had she guessed the cause of his reluctance?

“My sister, Dana. We have always been close, but ever since Mom and Dad passed away, we are all that we have. She could not bear to stay away from me.”

“Where is she right now?”

“In my apartment, waiting for me to return.”

“Then go home. That’s an order.”

He turned away and started to get dressed.

“And Kyle……….. can you help me stop? I really want to be able to wear short sleeves someday.”

He looked back at her smiling. “Each time you feel the urge, call me up.”

She walked up to him and held him in a tight embrace. He held her gently.

“Thank you Kyle, for everything. You are a very special human being.”

It was close to midnight when Kyle’s car drew up beside the apartment building. Softly he made his way into his room, afraid to wake Dana. He went to the bedroom to find it empty. Puzzled, he looked around to find her. Finally, he saw her sitting on the balcony ledge, gazing emptily at the brilliantly lit metropolis. He went over and sat beside her.

“Tough day at work, huh?” she asked wistfully, still staring at the horizon.

“The Mayor’s ball is a pretty big deal for the firm, more so for Stella.”

“I thought she would be ingratiated to you for saving her life and go easy on you.”

“She is easy on me,” Kyle said. “Everybody else at the firm shakes in fear when they see her. To me however, she is less of a boss and more of a friend. You won’t believe how far out of her way she goes for me.”

“Why are you suddenly singing her praises?” Dana said and turned to face him. She curiously studied the expression on her brother’s face for some time. Abruptly, her face cracked up in a wicked smile.

“You slept with her. Didn’t you?”

“WHAT!” Kyle said, desperate to cover it up. “She is my boss. I would never……”

“Don’t lie to me. I know that face. Have you forgotten that I can read you like a book?”

There was no use hiding anything from her. Heaving a sigh of resignation, he sheepishly admitted, “Yeah. Just now.”

“Well….”

“Well what?”

“How was it?”

He immediately flushed deep red with embarrassment.

“Dana!”

“Oh come on, you’ve never hidden something from me before. Tell me, how was it?”

“It was,” Kyle started, trying to form appropriate words, “good.”

“Good. That’s it?!”

“Dana, I am not that comfortable having this conversation with you. Could we please change the topic?”

“Your wish.”

He stared outside in uncomfortable silence for a few minutes, unsure of how to ask the one burning question in his mind.

“You can tell me.”

He turned towards her in surprise.

“Look at how fidgety you are. You are clearly nervous. You haven’t looked me in the eye since you came back, so you are ashamed of something and want to ask me whether something you did was alright. I think I have a pretty good idea what.”

Kyle gave a wry smile. The Walsh siblings knew each other to the point that they could not hide anything.

“So, what do you want to know?”

He took some time to organize all his thoughts before starting.

“Do you want this for me? Look, I will always be there for you as a brother; no one can take that away. But, I really do not want to cheat on one of you with the other. Just say the word, and I will end things with Stella right now.”

Dana lowered her arm and patted her shoulder. Kyle gently rested his head on it as they kept staring at the city below them.

“I am so happy for you. You have someone else who feels this way about you.”

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James and Rachel Ch. 07

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Sorry it’s been so long since the last installment! Hope this round gets everyone’s juices flowing!

It was a beautiful summer day, no clouds in the sky, mid seventies temperature, and an even humidity. Rachel was finally on summer break from her college courses and James had just gotten off work and was looking forward to a few days of vacation as he’d taken some time off work for a little camping trip. Everything was packed up, tent, air mattress and it’s pump, pillows and a few blankets. The cooler was stocked with drinks, grill-able foods, and condiments. With the car loaded, they headed off to the beach-side camp ground a little over an hour away.

Upon arrival, Rachel pulled the car up to the gatehouse and James hopped out to check them in. As he started to turn away with the parking permit and space assignment he saw the guy helping him stop and was staring past him. James looked over his shoulder and saw that Rachel had gotten out and was on the passenger side, bent over at the waist with her beautifully round ass sticking out at them while she looked for something in her bag. He turned and winked at the campground staffer, then walked over to Rachel, slapping her backside playfully before hopping into the front passenger seat. Rachel jumped of course, then flung a few obscenities at James for scaring her as she walked back around the car. Once she got in, they rolled down the pot-hole ridden road looking around as they passed spaces full of RV’s and tents. Some had groups of older adults, some were families, and a few were still empty but reserved for other patrons.

The road wound back to where they had a short hike to get to the beach, but were protected from wind by an RV nearby on one side and a six foot tall fence on another. Their space was between two other lots, so Rachel parked the car along where cars would be passing the most after unloading the tent and chairs. While the car was being moved, James set to work putting up the smallish two-person tent, then inflating the air mattress. Rachel sat and watched, thankful that her lover knew how to do these things.

The sun was near setting as James finished and they were both tired from long days so it was decided to crawl into the tent big ass porno and try to sleep. With clothes off and blankets over them, they snuggled close to warm up the blankets. James kept caressing Rachel’s side, hip, and thigh, his fingers brushing the sides of her ample breast as his hand slid past, and teasing at cupping her plump buttocks. He was enjoying teasing her, knowing she was getting turned on by the way her breath kept catching in her throat and the small, quiet moans that escaped her lips.

Not to be the only one getting riled up, Rachel was doing some teasing of her own. Her hand was wandering down James’ chest and belly, her fingertips grazing his skin as they moved. She let her nails ever so slightly scratch him as she reached his shaved pubic area, barely avoiding touching his penis and scrotum while her hand moved along the front of his thigh. There was enough light from a neighboring camp fire that she could see the arousal in his eyes.

James allowed his fingers to slide further onto Rachel’s breast, gently cupping it from beneath before slipping his hand down the side of her stomach to the crease where her hip met her leg. He gently tickled her there before moving rubbing along her thigh then back up a similar route, but closer to her center. Rachel’s breathing was becoming more rapid as her arousal grew and James shifted forward to kiss her.

Their mouths met in a joining of passion, fervently pressed together, tongues rubbing against each other. The kiss served to heighten the sensation of their hands on each other, lines traced out by their nails a burning pleasure drawing out moans from one or the other. Fingers met nipples, pinching and twisting. Hands met genitals, rubbing and stroking.

James had enough of the foreplay. His need for his lover was strong and it fueled him well. He quickly pushed himself up with one arm, and at the same time pulled Rachel beneath him, using one leg to nudge hers apart. Holding himself over her, he leaned down to suck each of her nipples in turn, then kissing from between her tits up to her throat, along one collar bone, then up her shoulder to her neck where he kissed, licked, lightly sucked, and gently bit his way to her earlobe. big tits porno

Rachel moaned loudly as she felt James’s hard cock throbbing against her as he kissed his way back down her neck, across her upper chest to her other collar bone. Her pussy was wet to the point of it running down the crack of her ass to the blanket beneath them as her man’s mouth worked it’s way up the opposite side of her neck. She let her hands wander and scratch James’ back, she grabbed at his ass trying to pull him inside her to which he resisted. She wanted him bad.

Kissing his way back down the side of this beautiful woman’s neck, James moved on to kiss down the center of her chest, then stomach. He paused to kiss and tease her navel before working down to her hairless mound. They had stopped for food on the way out, but hadn’t gotten dessert and James figured her wet pussy would be a treat enough for now.

She was so turned on that when she felt the first kiss above her clit, Rachel nearly came.

“Oh fuck, babe!” she moaned. “Don’t just kiss it, please?” she begged. James’ hot breath on her lower lips only served to push her arousal higher. Rachel could feel her juices flowing from her wet hole, each kiss and breath making her nub throb with lust. She was nearing her limit, about to grab James by the head and force his face into her when he suddenly sucked her clit into his mouth hard.

James smiled as Rachel shoved her hips up at his face while she had her first orgasm with him sucking on her. As she came down he released her love button, gently licking around it. His fingers slid up between her lips, getting coated with her natural lubrication before sliding two in and hooking them up to massage her g-spot. Trying his best not to chuckle at how she arched her back, James kept his fingers moving in her, while he let his lips kiss around her clit light as a feather.

“Fuck James, I’m gonna cum again!” Rachel nearly yelled.

“Come for me, gorgeous. I want to feel you cumming on my fingers.” James returned to licking and sucking Rachel’s clit as his fingers continued their nearly frenzied dance against that spongy sweet spot within. With her starting to thrust against his face and fingers, blacked porno he doubled his efforts, sucking her clit into his mouth while flicking his tongue over and around it. His hand with the fingers inside her started thrusting, really getting into her.

Rachel was moaning loudly, no longer caring who could hear her. Her orgasm was getting so close with James finger fucking her hard and working her clit over so well. Suddenly her cunt was empty and her clit free with the cool air washing over her.

“What the-” she started to exclaim, interrupted by James pushing his thick cock into her hard and fast. His hips pistoned his dick into her, his balls slapping against her ass loudly as he pulled her legs up over his shoulders so he could enter her as deeply as possible. She could feel the ridge of the head catching at her opening every time he pulled back, then the whole head pressed against her g-spot as it pushed back towards her womb. She was nearly there, the heat in her center ready to flood her body with it’s warmth.

“Oh James! Yes! Fuck me, baby! Fuck me hard!” she screamed.

Rachel’s nails dug into James’ back as her orgasm hit. He moaned deeply as the sensation of the scratches combined with the walls of her pussy rhythmically squeezing his shaft as he pushed himself into her to the limit and unloaded his hot seed.

“Oh, holy fucking shit, James!” Rachel moaned as her orgasm slowly tapered off. She could still feel his member pulsing, pushing the last of his cum out and into her. She loved that feeling, knowing they were such a good fit that she could feel every movement.

As their breathing slowed, and James softened. They realized that the campers around them were cheering and clapping. With a laugh, James shouted in his best Elvis impression, “Thank you, thank you. Thank you very much!” before he eased off of Rachel to lay next to her.

“The next couple of days should be interesting” he remarked. “Wonder what kind of looks the neghbors will be giving us in the morning.”

Rachel lightly slapped his arm. “You are SO bad, babe. You loved knowing that everyone could hear us fucking and me moaning and screaming, didn’t you?”

“Well, you know I’m a bit of an exhibitionist, love. What can I say? Plus, it always turns me on when you get loud.” James shrugged, “besides, I don’t hear you complaining!” He then pulled Rachel to him, kissed her lovingly, and held her as they both drifted off to a well deserved sleep.

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Come with me, and you’ll be
In a world of pure imagination
Take a look and you’ll see
into your imagination

Don’t expect wham bam sex, it’s not my style. That said, I hope you enjoy my latest contribution to Literotica. You may wish to read the previous two ‘Sixth Form Slimmer’ stories. You don’t need to, but it will explain the background to this story.’

All characters, however portrayed, are 18 years or over.

Sixth Form Slimmer – A Friend in Need Part 1

” … Of course it works … and it’s easy. I lost over a stone without even trying.”

“But how does he do it? The magic candle I mean.”

“I don’t know. All I know is it works, and it makes me feel real good.” Muffled laughter. “And kinda sexy too.”

“No way!”

The voices lowered as I heard the front door shut. Then whispers.

“OK. I’ll ask him. Ssshh!”

The lounge door opened.

“Hi daddy!” Emily’s face beamed a genuine smile. Her breasts, firm but soft, unbridled inside her tee-shirt, pressed against me as her lips sought hungrily for a kiss. There was the usual glazed look in her eyes, temporarily, as the deeply buried command took over. I had little choice but to return the kiss as Emily hugged me tightly, her crotch grinding against what she knew was my instant and unavoidable erection. I never wanted to avoid it. Emily knew that, hell, Anna my wife even knew that.

Emily always took her time. The total relaxation inside her went hand in hand with a rapid build up in both desire and arousal. As her mouth melted into mine her lips retracted, her jaw became loose. I was aware of the hardness of her teeth against the softness of our lips. Tongue brushed lazily against tongue, each touch unleashing electric sensations.

Often, if Anna wasn’t around, I would snake a finger or two inside Emily’s panties, rub and dip a coating of my favourite fragrance that lay inside her. Emily always responded, pushing hard against my hand then rapidly away, frigging herself off against my fingers. Her urgency often resulted in her cumming – amidst a sigh of relief as the day’s pent-up tensions were unleashed and satisfied.

It had been several weeks since I first hypnotised her. Now all it takes is a couple of fingers to drive my baby from earth to heaven.

Things have changed a lot since Emily started her slimming course.

Emily seemed genuinely reluctant to let go. Although my post-hypnotic commands must be obeyed, I knew damned well she got her own enjoyment from the hug, the kiss and the grind of her pussy against my fullness, possibly more than with her boyfriend. My commands were strict but never cruel. I always ensured Emily got pussy-moistening, vagina gushing pleasure for playing her part.

Sadly, I dare not venture my hand under her very short summer skirt – not whilst her friend was there. I didn’t know at the time but that would later change.

Finally the glazed look departed and she let go, face flushed as she realised her friend was standing there open mouthed, wide-eyed, not believing what she had just witnessed.

“Daddy, this is Becky, stuttered Emily. Sh … ssh … she was in my class at school.”

“Hi Becky,” I nodded, my own face flushed and the bulge still clearly showing in my pants. My face flushed again as Becky cast more than a fleeting glance there. I’d seen Becky before, at Emily’s 18th party. That was last year and my first impressions were that Becky was the shy younger sister of one of the other girls. That wasn’t so. According to Emily, though a lot smaller, younger looking and shyer, babyface Becky’s 18th would take place a mere two months after hers.

Emily, forever thoughtful, took Becky into the kitchen. Cold diet Coke cans in their hands, they chatted away as only teenage girls can.

Being Saturday afternoon, Anna was in town shopping. Sat quietly in the lounge, I couldn’t make out the girls’ conversations but I could hear occasional giggles. After a while they both came through to join me.

“Daddy,” said Emily after a few minutes. “You know how you helped me slim? I was wondering if you could help Becky too.”

At Emily’s party, Becky hadn’t looked too much overweight. I’d first noticed her not because she was pretty, but because her height and young face belied her age … she simply looked out of place. She was much shorter than Emily and definitely a little plumper – even before Emily’s magic diet. In the time that had elapsed, she looked as if her main choice of food revolved around burgers and cream cakes.

“Well I think you’re beautiful as you are.” I remarked.

Which was partly true, but Becky’s breasts didn’t fill her tee-shirt much at all and she wasn’t wearing any make-up, which probably made her look even younger. Her face had a smooth, clear complexion devoid of any blemish. Her eyes sparkled, her cute nose and very kissable lips, all framed by beautiful shoulder length fine blonde hair, somehow tried to make up the balance. On this warm, late summer day her loose rip her up porno denim skirt didn’t help disguise her increasing waistline. It would be a challenge.

“I can’t squeeze into last year’s Levis, and my bikini just looks ghastly,” answered Becky.

I couldn’t help wondering how Becky might look in a short school skirt, white blouse with badly knotted school tie, and white ankle socks, hair tied in a ponytail. Even with her tubbiness I felt guilty that my cock was starting to rapidly firm up again. I liked the feeling, the firmness. As a teenager it had been embarrassing, sometimes unwelcome. Now, in my mid-40s it was reassuring, a sign that my equipment was every bit as good as it always had been.

The look on Becky’s face was one of disappointment. Perhaps I was being too critical.

“OK.” I said after too long a pause.” I agree. Maybe a little slimmer would make you just perfect.”

And that was a true assessment. I’d now decided that Becky was a beautiful young lady, despite her lack of height and tiny boobs.

“How does your magic candle work?” Enquired Becky. The frown was lost, she began to smile again.

“I don’t really know,” I lied. “It just kinda works. We can give it a try right now if you wish.”

Her face lit up. “Cool! And will it help me feel good, like Emily?”

“Like how?”

“Like … like … like …” Words failed Becky.

I offered my take on things. “Like Emily’s angel?” It gave Becky a chance to opt in, without mentioning anything sexual.

“You know about Emily’s angel?” Becky seemed a little surprised.

“With the help of the magic candle, we found that Emily could summon her angel whenever she wished, can’t you Emily?”

Emily nodded. I got the impression that her angel was summoned often … a journey from earth to heaven inspired by her hypno-enhanced imagination and undertaken by her own fingers. I liked the way the conversation was going. No mention had been made of hypnosis. I hoped it would stay that way.

“Wow, you mean like … wow! Can you try?”

And there, without any element of prompting came the element of sex. Becky wanted to feel sexy. ‘Wanting’ was half the battle already done, I was determined to instil some sexiness into Becky’s slimming plan and if Becky really wanted it, my infallable hypnosis would work really well.

“Hmmm. I don’t know. It will mean you have to help me, and to trust me. Angels don’t normally go hand in hand with slimming.”

“Ooh I’ll do anything to to help, mister … mister …”

“Just call me Gordon. So you’ll trust me to help you?”

“Yes, Gordon. Whatever I can.” This was one determined young lady.

Over the summer, Emily had been away quite often, staying with friends or sometimes with her off-and-on boyfriend. My strongly-rooted hypnotic commands never weakened though. I could see Emily naked whenever I wanted – all I had to do was ask.

Her greetings were always as passionate as she had unwittingly demonstrated to Becky only a short while ago. And best of all I could tongue caress then fuck Emily whenever I had the urge. Sometimes, following lack of due consideration of her two-timing boyfriend, I also got to fuck Emily when she had the urge, and whenever she needed comforting. Such times comforted both of us.

Sweet little fresh-faced, tiny titted Becky would look lovely peeling off her school uniform for me.

*****

Time was of the essence. Anna would be back in an hour or so. That left me a good 40 to 50 minutes to mind-fuck Becky.

With both girls sat in anticipation I lit the candle.

“All you have to do,” I explained in as calm a voice as I could, “Is watch the candle flame flicker. Watch it closely and see how relaxing it is. Re-laxing, making your eyes tire as you watch it re…lax..ing you. Deeply relaxing your tired droopy eyes. Heavy eyes. Deeply relaxing just listening to me. Deeply sleepy.

The speed that Emily was being drawn into sensual hypnosis didn’t surprise me at all. She knew the spiel. She wanted to be drawn into utter submission. She relished the pleasure of submitting to daddy’s will. I could almost sense her pussy moistening even more, filling with pleasure nectar.

Becky, however, seemed to be drawn almost as fast. Her eyelids immediately began to droop. She seemed totally unable to resist being drawn deeply into my spell. My voice became commands inside her head, commands which she was totally unable to fight. It was as if she was willing me, enabling me to control her.

With both girls slumped like rag dolls, totally relaxed and deeply hypnotised, awaiting my next instructions, I took a moment to recap on my newly acquired skills. It had all started with hypnosis sessions I’d taken myself, some years ago, to lose some weight. The sessions had worked and Anna had persuaded me to modify the scripts to help Emily.

Me, a hypnotist? A mild mannered and unassuming hardworking family man? Maybe so, but I was still a hot-blooded male. The sight of bare female rus porno flesh at any time of year still rang my bell. I’d missed the years of my own daughter budding, growing, then flourishing into a beautiful young woman.

Had she missed my attention as she grew? Too many long, tiring days at work had blinded my vision. Are daddies required to give the odd look of approval as boobies get bigger and rumps get rounder? Perhaps now, come of age, she wanted to share with me the delights I’d missed.

But no, it couldn’t be just that. My sister, my wife, my niece had all submitted. Willingly? It must have been willingly because the text books say you can only persuade, not command an unwilling subject. Maybe the text books were wrong. What if I had a natural gift, a recently discovered gift, to overcome any and all resistances. A natural gift to easily do what I damn well wanted.

Carte blanche.

With anyone. At any time.

What if?

*****

Time was now even more pressing. I took Becky through a similar routine to Emily.

“Your tummy is gradually shrinking … It needs less food to fill it. You have to eat less food. You will dream every day of being a perfect shape, slim as before.”

The incentives? Yes, there had to be incentives. A feeling of extra sexiness as the pounds fell off and helping her to overcome her shyness. I had an idea.

I touched Emily’s arm, bid her go to her room, let her angel entertain her. When she had cum, leave her nicely soaked panties under my pillow, not to notice for the rest of the day she wasn’t wearing any, to change into an even shorter skirt. And to join us after I’d finished speaking to Becky. It might take a while … plans were in my head already. I wanted to try something more adventurous, some ideas I’d read up on. How far could I push Becky?

‘” … 3, 2, 1, wide awake.”

Emily happily left us alone.

“Deeper, Becky, deeper down. Totally accepting, totally understanding what I say. Unable to resist. Unwilling to resist.”

“Becky, I’m going to introduce your angel. Your angel can come at any time your weight goes down. She will help you feel good, to feel sexy if you wish.”

Becky smiled.

“In fact, deep in your imagination you can sense she’s here now. You can feel the lightest touch of her wings against your leg.”

Becky lay motionless as if expecting something, but not yet sensing it.

“She’s here, Becky. Just here.”

Perhaps my shy Becky had a problem visualising. This was, of course, her first session. I leaned forward, lightly brushing my fingertips against her inner right leg. Becky smiled, opening her legs slightly.

Although that didn’t give me much access to her sensitive inner thigh, it was a start. Becky reached down, pulled the hem of her skirt higher, opened her legs just a little more.

“You can feel her here now, can’t you? Your angel is looking to please you.”

Becky smiled, gave a very sleepy nod, pulled her skirt higher. Her legs parted noticeably this time. My fingers ventured higher still, hardly touching. I could see her pale yellow panties.

“Becky, you can tell your angel to stop any time you wish, but the higher she moves the more relaxed and at ease you will become. The more deeply, deeply relaxed you go, the more aroused you will become and the more you will obey”

“You want to become aroused Becky, don’t you?”

She nodded again, smiling as if confirming she agreed. I moved closer. How far should I go? The hypnofun hadn’t let me down this far. My fingers moved lightly, swiftly, further up Becky’s thigh. She pushed forward a little on the chair, allowing her skirt to expose even more flesh. At the same time, her legs parted to completely expose the slightly darkening crotch of her pale yellow panties. This was surely an invitation for me to continue. Who was I to disappoint?

“Relax more Becky. Relax deeper. Feeling so sexy. Every touch gives a thousand tingles, like the soft touch of a butterfly tickling your skin. Every tingle makes you a hundred times more obedient.”

The only response from Becky was a shuffle further forward in the chair, legs spread wide like a whore on heat. Still warily I pulled the yellow fabric aside. With a hooked finger I sought her well coated slit. This bitch was going to cum.

But she had to wait. Not yet. Service herself. Learn to obey, learn to help herself, and lose some weight. I wanted to leave her yearning for more.

“Becky. Your angel is leaving you now. She will come again as you start to lose weight. You will remember every touch, every tickle. Each time you lose weight you will feel more sexy than at any time you can remember. Whenever your angel comes, nothing else will matter. Things may happen around you but your attention will be focussed completely on the pleasure your angel gives you.”

The frown returned to her face.

I had an idea that might work. Might help her, might help me. I needed to go over and over the link between losing weight and pleasure. Losing sert porno weight and gaining confidence. Gaining confidence to help her libido. Push her obedience to the limit. I spoke for another 10 minutes. Finally I felt I’d got the reprogramming right.

“You will awaken soon. You will feel very relaxed and wonderfully aroused. You won’t remember anything that’s happened but you will obey all I have said. Next time we meet here you will greet me exactly as Emily greeted me. You will crave my attentions. The more weight you lose, the horner you will become and the more you will crave seeing me for your next session.”

“… 3, 2, 1 … Wide awake.”

Becky blinked her eyes several times. Laughed nervously.

“I’m so sorry, Gordon. Guess I must have been tired. Can we start the candle thingy now?”

She shifted uneasily in her seat. Perhaps the tickles and tingles still remained. After a pause she asked, “Where’s Emily?”

I laughed. “You dropped off to sleep, so Emily went upstairs. She’ll be down soon. I really think you should come back another day when you’re not so tired.”

“But what about my diet?”

“Don’t worry. We’ll sort that out soon.”

They didn’t depart until Becky had spent several minutes in the bathroom. When she came back her frown had finally gone.

—–

During the following days Becky didn’t think much about food. No snacking. No cream buns. No burgers. And at meal times her mom was surprised that she didn’t finish her usual heaped plate of food.

Around 9.30 Thursday morning Becky woke, bursting for a pee. Nothing unusual – it was August, no college yet, no need to rise early. But her bladder insisted she visit the bathroom. Still half-asleep she sat and waited for the long, warm, relaxing, pale amber stream gushing and spashing noisily into the toilet, giving her instant relief.

She didn’t know why, for she usually avoided the bathroom scales, but she suddenly thought it a good idea to weigh herself. Through still sleepy eyes she read the dial. Blinked. Looked again. Two pounds less wasn’t anything to throw a celebration for, but it WAS two pounds LESS. For months now Becky had been convinced they scales were faulty. Every time she stepped on them they had shown an increase.

It had to be her brother’s fault. Although younger than her, he was taller, more muscular and heavier than she. Becky was convinced Ryan had overstrained the mechanism. But the scales now clearly showed a loss of two pounds.

She couldn’t understand why, but suddenly she felt real good. She smiled to herself. Ryan had his faults but he did look out for his big sister, especially when she’d been teased and bullied. And he was a hunk!

Sometimes on washdays, following his shower, he would come downstairs with just a large towel around him, dirty laundry in his hands before mom had the chance to shout him down. No tidy room. No neat clothes heap waiting for mom to collect. A last minute bundle, presented to mom before the washing machine started up was his only compromise.

Ryan worked out, usually with some of his mates from the school football team. Although Becky had longed to see what lay under his towel, she nevertheless admired what she could see – his arm and leg muscles and 6-pack. She loved his thick, tousled hair, his chiseled looks, the strip of dark brown hair just above his ass.

Fuck! Why couldn’t she suddenly get Ryan out of her head? Damn her brother – after a football game all the girls were round him. With due cause too – he was so damned sexy. Why was there a warm feeling feeling inside her? Why a tingling in her pussy? And why, why, why was it her brother giving her such feelings?

She yawned, tried to shake this sleepiness out of her head. But no … still sleepy … still unusually relaxed … and hornier by the minute. Still yawning she returned to her room, lay on the bed.

The room was warm, cooled only by the slight movement of air from the open window. Too hot for comfort, Becky quickly unbuttoned her PJ top, slipped it off, then urgently yanked her PJ bottoms down. No worries about being caught; daddy was at work, mom was busy, Ryan would still be asleep.

As her body seemed to melt into the mattress and total relaxation set rapidly in, a flush of confusing images passed through Becky’s head. An angel urged her to relax more, savour the sexual feelings … then a fleeting memory of Gordon’s voice, quickly followed by images of her brother, naked save a towel at his waist, damp hair, so masculine. In her imagination the towel dropped …

Becky found she could easily remember where the angel’s fingers had been. Could remember how light the touches, how briskly the fingers had moved. The angel was now talking to her, bidding her relax more, copy the touches, teaching, guiding, putting images in her head about Ryan.

A puff of wind, a momentary blast of warm summer air, wafted through the house, up the staircase, silently opening Becky’s bedroom door before gently passing over her naked body. Laid carelessly on the bed, absorbed in her erotic thoughts, Becky simply made a mental note to close the window later. But she was unable, unwilling to move now. The warm air surprisingly made her shiver … or was it a fluttering of an angel’s wings?

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His name was Ben. Tall, at least a few inches over six feet, his height, coupled with his broad shoulders and well-built body always made me feel small. Safe. Maybe even a little helpless.

We struck up an acquaintance at work; both of us bartenders at a local pub. He struck me as arrogant, cocky, self-involved. Not my type.

In retrospect, It was actually this skeptical first impression that led to the first conversations over after-work drinks. He looked the part of the macho gym rat: big muscles, tight T-shirts, and that cocky swagger that made me roll my eyes more times than I can count. But as I am continually shown time after time, it’s unwise to judge a book by its cover.

Ben had warm brown eyes, and a truly contagious smile. I found myself watching the way he talked to customers. People of all ages and walks of life; when Ben leaned his elbows on the bar and rested his chin on his hands, he listened. And when he did you could see the person who had caught his attention light up. It really was a special gift he had.

Our friendship started innocently enough. We had a similar situation with our brothers, and we spent many hours lamenting their difficult plots in life. Sometimes the conversations were while he was still working and I would stay after to have a couple of beers. Sometimes we migrated out to my car to share a bowl and giggle and talk nonsense. He quickly became my favorite person to catch a buzz with.

Months passed, and other than a few hugs and backscratches, nothing happened between us, and I had no feelings of wanting anything more. We became closer and closer, and our fellow employees teased us about being like brother and sister with the way we would banter and play-fight behind the bar together.

One night a group of us went out after work to a seedy dance club that is definitely not my kind of place. I prefer craft beer and small quiet bars to shots and flashing lights, but I floated along with czech taxi porno the group to the club, loosened up by enough beers to not have any hesitations.

Walking down the sidewalk, my arm around his waist and his around my shoulder, the laughter of our group carried down the street and we skipped along in that half drunken cocoon that makes everyone in a group feel closer.

I found myself slipping my hand into his back pocket and enjoying that comfortable warmth that comes with an innocent, intimate gesture. I felt his hand run over the roundness of my butt and give it a little squeeze. It wasn’t that much of a leap. By that point in our friendship it was known that he was a butt guy and that he didn’t think mine was too bad. Sex had of course come up in conversation, and our views were about we opposite as you can get. He had had ample opportunities to take home a pretty girl after a night of bartending, but he never did. He said it was because he just didn’t want to deal with it- the kissing, the foreplay, the awkward time after. I often joked he just needed a wet orifice to stick it in. Conversely, I love all that comes with sex. I could kiss the right person for hours, I love giving head and snuggling and trying new things. I believe sexual touch is one of the most powerful things in the world, and I try to focus as much as I can whenever I’m with someone in that way.

We made it to the club, and I found myself increasingly wanting his attention in that way that sometimes happens when girls get tipsy. I also began noticing things I had never noticed before: his thick, dark eyelashes and his oversized, strong hands. His hands especially distracted me. I started to think about them sliding under my shirt whenever he hugged me, feeling the rough softness of them run up and down my back…

A few hours and too many shots later, we bid our group adieu and headed out into the cold to find my car. I had defloration porno to drop him off before I could make the longer trek back to my own house. As I pulled up to his apartment, I realized I was a bit more drunk then I thought and decided to come up for some water and chill out for awhile.

As I sat on the overstuffed chair in the living room, the lateness of the night and the booze really started kicking in. I announced that I was going to sleep over for a few hours, and skipped to his bedroom, where I took off my jeans, and snugged under the covers facing the edge of the bed. So confident was I in the solidness of our friendship and our mutual lack of real interest, I knew nothing would happen.

A few minutes later as I lay in that peaceful overtired half-dreaming place, I felt the bed shift as Ben settled in for the night. I of course wanted to turn over and put my head on his chest and my arm around him; the warmth and smell and heartbeat of a man is about the nicest thing I can think of to fall asleep to. I stayed put out of his self-declared disdain for snuggling; no need to make him uncomfortable or have him mistake my closeness as something more.

Seconds after he laid down, I felt him come closer. He softly fit his body behind mine and slipped his arm around my waist. My heart started beating faster and I had the unmistakable feeling of tightness between my legs as the lengths of our bodies pressed together.

Trying to keep my breathing quiet and even so as not to let him know the effect he was having, I was hyper-aware of every movement. I noticed his breath, shallow, and when he swallowed the tightness of his throat made it audible. That’s when I knew he was feeling it too.

His hand moved up my belly and rested at the top of my chest. His thumb so very lightly traversed the line where the cup of my bra met the soft skin beneath and I could feel my body start to respond. I arched doktor ofisi porno my back just enough to move my butt towards him a fraction of an inch and I could just barely feel the hardness of him grazing my backside.

I was still unable to fully process what was going on: He’s my friend! He hates this stuff! I don’t even like him like this! My body was betraying me. I found myself turning over to face him. I kept my head buried in his chest; I, the lovey, cuddly, sex-positive one, was too scared to look at him, and I definitely didn’t want to kiss him.

I slid one of my legs over his, and he pushed his leg in between mine until the hardness of his thigh was pressed up against me. I gasped a little at the sudden rush of sensation and my hips immediately began pressing more and more urgently against him. The silk of my underwear slid across his bare leg and I clutched his body in my arms, unsure, face still hidden.

I felt his hand on my butt, gently caressing at first and then more urgently grabbing and pulling my body towards him. Both of our breaths were coming in little gasps now and I was acutely aware of everything: the feeling of his bare chest against my face, the sound of his racing heart and how tightly he held me in his arms.

His hand traveled down my butt, lower, and suddenly it was between my legs. He pressed gently but insistently against the fabric covered softness, and I froze. I wanted him so badly, but we couldn’t, right? His fingers found the edge of the material and the softness beneath and the sudden contact of his bare skin against mine made me jump. His fingers circled around slowly, caressing gently, exploring. I held my breath, torn by the thoughts in my head and the urgency of my body. I wanted his fingers inside me, now. My hips pressed towards his hand and when his fingers moved lower, my body instinctively strained to get closer. I gripped him tighter, feeling his body harden against mine. His finger gently spread me open and started to push slowly inside me. My back arched and I moaned as the new sensation took over body. Then, it hit me. It’s Ben. I can’t. Putting my hand flat against his chest I pushed away and said the two words that had been swimming in my head. “We shouldn’t.”

To be continued…

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The phone rang in my office. I let it ring three times to show I wasn’t sitting there staring into space with nothing really better to do on this rainy Friday afternoon. My new office was just outside of Washington, D.C. at the National Fire Academy and it overlooked the center of campus. I was teaching arson investigation and doing research on the side. It was my dream job and despite having no social life, I loved it.

The caller on the other end of the line was an old friend from home. Dan was a lawyer I had met while testifying against his client in a fatal arson case. He asked me to dinner after we left court that day and we had seen each other pretty regularly until I took the job in D.C.

“Jamie I need your help. I have a client who’s really innocent and is up on murder charges in a suspicious fire case. When can you get here? I’ll have a ticket waiting at the airport for you and you can crash at my place so you’re more at home than some hotel. ” He said.

“How do you know I’m coming out there?” I said laughing at him. “What’s the case? Can you fax me the reports? “

Within an hour I had all the insurance and fire official’s reports and a desire to see the scene for myself. Dan knew I couldn’t resist a case like this. After reading over the reports, I decided that I needed to see the physical evidence. I flew home as soon as I could get a flight.

Daniel met me at the airport with a dozen roses. I gave him a big hug and a kiss hello.

“I missed you Jamie.” He said as we broke apart from kissing. His cologne brought back memories and I just wanted to smell him forever. The scent reminded me of the nights we had together and I truly missed those.

“I didn’t realize how much I really missed you until you called. I’ve been so busy with the new job; I haven’t had time for anything. I still haven’t unpacked or arranged my furniture except for the bed and the couch and the TV. “

“Well sweetheart, I’m sorry that this is a working vacation then. Maybe if you get my client off, I’ll treat you to a nice getaway somewhere. That is if you still want me. “

I looked at him and laughed. “Don’t worry about it” I said. I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.” I smiled and winked.

We got my bag and headed to the truck. He kissed me again as we got to the truck and he opened the door for me. He pinned me against the side of the truck and kept kissing me. I put my arms around him and kissed him back with as much passion. His tongue searched my mouth looking for my soul. I felt him harden against my thigh as we kept kissing. People in the parking lot were beginning to stare at us and probably wonder if we were going to do it on the hood of the truck or not. He stopped kissing me long enough to ask if I wanted to go to the office to get started on our work or go back to his place and drop off my luggage and grab something to eat. I picked going back to his place because I was as horny as he was and I knew that once we got there, I could easily get him in bed.

The ride to his place was uneventful as we chatted about work and mutual friends. Once we got back to his place, he grabbed my bag from the trunk and we went inside.

Little changed since I had been there a year before. Only thing different was the mail on the dinning room table and the jackets on the chair in the living room. I was dying to jump him as his cell phone rang. He dealt with a problem at the office with his secretary as I slid my hand into the front pocket of his Dockers and began to stroke him. He smiled and tried not to moan into the phone as asyalı porno he explained to his secretary how he wanted the research done for one of his cases. He wasn’t’ stopping me so I took it another step and began to unzip him as he told her how to bill the client in question. I slid my hand in and grabbed my prize. He was already starting to get hard as my cold hand released his warm cock from the slit in his boxers. He let out a little moan into the phone and his secretary must have asked him about it because he said that his mom was over with a cake. I laughed and got on my knees as he tried to get off the phone with the secretary.

“I’ll get you off in more ways than one if you don’t give me some attention soon Mister Hot Shot Attorney.” I said laughing at him as he hung up his phone and put it down on the table. He pulled me up off my knees and gave me a long hot kiss. We broke apart and we began to undress each other in frenzy, stealing kisses as we went.

We left a trail of clothes leading from the front door to the bed. I don’t know who was more eager to fuck, him or me. There was no foreplay this time. He was carrying a heat-seeking missile and my warm, moist pussy was his target. He crawled into bed on top of me and forced my legs apart and went right into the task at hand. We both needed release before we exploded and a good orgasm would clear our minds so we could take our time for round two. He filled me well and I tilted my hips enough so he was rubbing my g-spot with every thrust. I was moaning like crazy and begging him to go faster and deeper. I was having a hard time catching my breath. He made me cum like a freight train, hard and continuous for a long time. I must have had ten mini orgasms and three big ones before he even thought about cumming. I defiantly forgot how good it felt to be fucked and I think he missed it too. He told me on the phone that he didn’t’ have time to meet anyone new since I had left and he missed what we had. Maybe we could work on something in the future and solve the distance problem. As I lay in a mental puddle on his bed, he continued to fuck my brains out until he grunted a few times and collapsed on top of me, spent from his own orgasm. We cuddled until we both fell asleep.

A few hours later we woke up and realized we were both starving. I grabbed his robe from the back of the bedroom door and headed to the shower. I was surprised to see my stuff still sitting in its same spot where I left it the year before when we broke up. I grabbed my shampoo and conditioner and turned on the water before getting in. I stood in front of the mirror naked and saw for the first time in months that I had lost weight and was borderline too skinny. I stepped into the shower as the bathroom door opened. He came in and asked if I wanted help washing my back. I told him to come on in and he joined me in the shower. He grabbed the washcloth as I washed my hair. As I rubbed the melon-scented shampoo into my hair, he rubbed my breasts with the soapy washcloth. My nipples betrayed me and hardened practically at his touch. I grabbed the pouffy from the shower knob and lathered him up at the same time. We took turns caressing each other and soon we were fucking again in the shower. He had me bent over the little half wall at the end of the tub and he was taking me from behind. My wetness added to the wetness of our bodies in the shower made for a hard time. He kept slipping out of my drenched hole and his frustration showed as he forced himself in harder. He pulled my hips towards him as he shoved his raging hard on in me. castajans porno After a few tries, we got a rhythm going and soon the noise level in the bathroom had me hoping that his neighbors weren’t home from work yet. After cleaning up again, we got out of the shower and dressed to go to dinner. I really wanted to just order in some Chinese food and crash on the couch watching TV but he had other plans.

He insisted we go to a nice place for dinner so throwing on a pair of jeans was out of the question. I put on one of the dresses I brought with me just in case I needed them and we went to this dark out of the way Italian place on the edge of town near the highway.

It was a converted house and it probably held no more than 40 people at a time. He said the food was really good despite its size. We didn’t have to wait for a table very long because it was getting late and a weeknight. The table was in a dark corner of the restaurant and very private and secluded. A wall separated the table from the hallway leading from the kitchen and I couldn’t help but think that I probably could slide under the table without anyone noticing and give him the shock of his life. He was always afraid of getting caught so we never did anything in public. I was single. He was single. But he always kept up appearances for his clients. I don’t think his clients cared if their lawyer got laid or not.

He ordered a bottle of red wine and we placed our orders. Soon the waiter was coming out with our wine and antipasto. We ate and chatted and caught up with each other’s lives. The main meal took a while to come so I pretended to drop my napkin and slid under the long tablecloth. I found his zipper in the dark and released my target. I sucked on him gently as he realized what I was doing and began to get very hard. I sucked him off as he tried to talk to the waiter as he brought over more bread. I sucked harder as he tried to speak and I heard him stifle a moan as the man asked him if we needed another bottle of wine. He soon released into my mouth and I put him back the way I found him like Momma always taught me to do with my toys.

As soon as the waiter finally left the table, I crawled out from under and excused myself to go to the bathroom. I came back to him still smiling with that “I just lost all my brain cells through the tip of my dick” smile. I sat back down and took a sip of wine. An older couple walked passed our table and the man told Dan that he should buy me something nice for being a good wife. We busted out laughing as they left. I never thought about being his wife ever. I just liked being independent and being his lover and best friend.

We finished dinner and took a ride over to the beach. He said he wanted to show me the new park they put in but it was full moon and I’m sure he wanted to kiss on the beach like we used to. He pulled me close and kissed me. He told me he missed me and didn’t realize how much until I stepped off the plane. Eventually we both got cold and headed for the truck and his condo.

When we got back to the condo, I changed for bed and checked my email while he gathered the files I needed to look over in the morning. We headed to bed and I fell asleep to him holding me tight in his arms. I felt contented for the first time in a while and got the best night’s sleep of my life.

In the morning, I got dressed. I had borrowed his truck and went grocery shopping before he got up and made him breakfast. He came stumbling into the kitchen, half awake and confused as to what smelled so good in his never bangbros porno used kitchen. I got up from reading the files on the case and dished him out some food and got him coffee. As he ate, we talked about the case and he filled me as to his client’s innocence.

He got dressed and he handed me a set of keys. I looked at him with my head tilted in confusion. “What are these for?” I asked.

“For the car in the garage. I have a meeting with a new client at ten and I figured you’d rather hang out here than sit at the office all morning with my secretary. Meet me for lunch at one at the diner and I’ll take you to see the evidence after that. “

” Ok. Sounds good to me. I want to check out a few things on the Internet that are bothering me and I should have a defense for you by the time we meet for lunch.”

He left for the office and I settled in at the kitchen table with his laptop and a fresh cup of coffee. I read the reports again and looked at the pictures taken by the State Arson Investigation Team. A civilian woman and a firefighter died in a deliberately set fire and Dan’s client was being blamed for their deaths because he owned the building it happened in. I could prove that the deaths were the result of actions taken by the fire department. I just needed to prove who set the actual fires and we could get him off. There were two points of origin. One was started under the stairs to the upper floor apartments and another in the storage closet in the upper hallway. The closet was locked and the door was not forced until the fire department got there so it was someone who had a key.

I read more of the report and made a list of questions for Dan and his client. I had an idea that would clear him. I needed a list of his employees who had keys and a nice elderly resident in the neighborhood who liked to watch her neighbors.

I met Dan for lunch as scheduled and we spent the rest of the afternoon looking at what was left of the apartment building. The fire scene proved that the report was right in stating that improper response caused the deaths of the fireman and the woman. The two firefighters that responded to the report of the woman trapped walked across the apartment complex from another fire three buildings away without equipment or a pumper. I couldn’t help but wonder what they were thinking when they did that. They went into a burning building not knowing when they would have water to protect them.

We talked to the neighbors and found out that the downstairs neighbor near where the first fire started was always getting visits from one of the maintenance men for the complex at all hours of the day and night. He’d come by for an hour or two then leave. The neighbor said that all stopped for about two weeks before the fire then he showed up about two hours before the fire started. They got in to a huge fight and he left for about twenty minutes then came back. She said she didn’t hear anything after that until the fire started.

“I think we found our suspect.” I said to Dan. He looked at me and pulled his cell phone out of his jacket pocket.

“If we’re right, you’re going to Hawaii for this sweetheart.” He dialed the Prosecutor’s office and explained the situation to him. The Prosecutor met us at the woman’s apartment and he heard her story. A few phone calls later and there was an arrest warrant for the maintenance worker and charges were in the process of being dropped for Dan’s client.

After all the court proceedings went through, Dan took me to Hawaii for a week to thank me for getting his client off. It was more like a week of getting me off for getting his client off. By the time we left the big island for home, Dan was considering moving to D.C. to be with me and was working on his resume on the plane as I slept. The tales of the sex in Hawaii are for another time when I’m better rested.

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