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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!

* * * * *

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

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“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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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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We came down the mountain path between the two peaks, moving further away from town. I carried a heavy rucksack topped with a rolled up sleeping bag; you had a combination sleeping bag and rucksack in a metal frame, something that was more expensive than I could have afforded. I kept stealing glances at it and wondered how it would be to sleep in such a thing.

We were dressed alike, the two of us, which was not too surprising. It was standard hiking clothing for the mountains in this season, summer done but winter yet to come: light jackets and denims, heavy hiking boots over thick nylon socks, and cameras on straps slung round our necks. You had a small woollen cap with a pompom on your head, striped yellow and white. For some reason I still recall that cap; now, when I think of you, I wonder if you still have it. I hope you do. As though it matters anyway, but I hope you do.

We chatted as we walked. It’s nice to have company on a hike, especially when it’s not someone you’re forced to be with, someone whom you chose to walk with and whom you can leave alone if either of you want. It’s nice to discover things together on the hike, see places neither of you ever saw before, the colours of the leaves on the trees, the strips of cloud lying in valleys far below, the hawks hanging far overhead on thermals, the glitter of sunlight on a waterfall on a distant hill.

I still recall feeling a bit surprised that we’d only met on the trail and that we were together only because we were going the same way and we were, each of us, hiking alone. I’d started out early because the path was long and the hotel in town wasn’t the sort where you’d want to stay any longer than you had to. It wasn’t uncomfortable, just pretentious and tastelessly ornate. I’d seen you the night before in the dining room there, so when I saw you on the trail ahead of me I had something to talk about. We laughed about the hotel. Do you remember?

I still recall every bit of that walk, all through the morning. We saw nobody else on the trail, but we saw a lot of other things, and took plenty of photographs. I still have one I took of you, with a great blue dragonfly sitting on that cap of yours. The sun is shining bright and you’re smiling, and that dragonfly perches on your cap like a badge. I look at that photo every once in a while, and it makes me happy.

And as we walked we talked of other things too – jobs that constrained us, that left us unhappy, of being trapped in boxy little rooms day in and day out, of waking up in the morning dreading the day, of measuring out leisure in rusty little fragments we coveted so much that when we had them we could only watch, dismayed, as they swept on by. We talked about the strictures of conventions and upbringing and the rest of it, and though we were born and raised far, far away from each other, we found more in common than I would ever have imagined.

By midday we were both a little tired, a little sweaty, a little hungry. By then we had climbed a fair bit of the way up toward the second peak. It hung above our heads, seen clearly through the public agent porno trees, apparently close enough to touch. Do you remember how the water murmured in the little stream to our right, down below the track? I don’t know if it was you who suggested we take a break at the stream, or I, or whether the thought occurred to both of us at once; but we went down to the stream, sliding and slipping a little through the grass, and we arrived laughing and breathless there. The water was as clear as air – we could even see tiny fishes among the rocks, which darted away as our shadows fell on the water.

“Poor fishes,” you said. “They must be terrified of us. We must seem like monsters to them.”

“We aren’t going to harm them,” I said, taking off my rucksack with a sigh. “We’ll just sit here a while and then go our way.”

“True,” you said, smiling. “But the fishes don’t know that.” It was always that part of you I loved then and I love now, most of all – your instinctive love of animals, even the smallest, most insignificant. “I wish there was some way we could let them know.” You unlaced your heavy boots and eased them off, and the socks, and rubbed your feet on the grass. “Oh, that feels good.”

“Do you hike very often?” I asked, watching your hands as they rubbed and kneaded your legs.

“Not enough.” You grimaced slightly. “I’m going to be stiff tomorrow. Stiff.”

“I could massage that stiffness out,” I said. “I’m good at massage.” It’s true. I was never any good at sports, but I was masseur for my college sports team. I can take a tense muscle, hard with knots, and leave it soft and relaxed and painless. I don’t boast; it’s just a skill. I don’t even enjoy doing it.

“I might take you up on that offer.” You wiped your face. “It’s hot. I wish…”

“Yes?” I’d removed my jacket and undone the top buttons of my shirt. There was a languid breeze blowing, along the water. It felt good.

“The hell with it,” you said suddenly. “I’ve had enough of conventions.” You got up and pulled off your cap, and threw your jacket on top of it. I watched, astonished, as you ripped off the sweatshirt you wore underneath, and unbuckled your denims and pulled them down and off. Clad only in bra and panties, you stood on tiptoe and raised your arms to the breeze.

“Why don’t you take all that off too?” you asked, looking down from the corner of your eye at me, a slight smile – oh, I remember that smile! – on your lips. “You’ll feel ever so much better.”

“Will I?” I shrugged off the shirt and took off my boots. I couldn’t bring myself to look at you, because, truth to tell, I was becoming aroused. I could feel the first twitch of my erection. That’s why I did not take off the jeans. Not then.

“Oh, are you shy?” It was the way you said it, that teasing and challenging tone. I was suddenly almost angry. “No,” I remember saying. “I am not shy!” I pulled my denims off so quickly my socks went off along with them. Now all I had was my blue underpants. My erection was now large and throbbing, and I hugged my knees reality kings porno and propped my chin on them to hide it. I could feel the length of it, lying back on my stomach, and hot. I was sure you knew exactly what I was going through, and I thought you were teasing me. I thought you’d had your fun and would put your clothes back on.

I was wrong.

Something fell on my knee, and slid down my leg to lie on the scrub grass of the bank. I looked down at it. It was your bra. I can still see it on the grass, black and edged with a tiny pattern of lace. I looked up. You were standing with your back to me, arms held up, palms together, one leg slightly bent like a yoga pose. You moved, then, slowly, with balletic grace, bringing one arm down and up again, bending at the waist, your other hand coming down too, and somehow your panties were on the grass, and then, only then, did you turn around.

If I close my eyes now, sitting here at this computer in this small room so far away in time and space from that mountain stream, I can still see you at that moment – your body, arched like a ballet dancer’s, with the dark green of the forest behind, the contrast of your skin and that green and the endless deep blue sky above. I can still see your breasts lifted high, their large areolae and the little puckered nipples, the round navel set in your stomach, and the tuft of pubic hair above the cleft of your vulva. I can see the fluttering lashes of your eyes as you looked down at me and watched for the effect your nakedness was having on me. You nudged my thigh with your bare toes.

“I’m going to cool off in the water,” you said, dragging the words out like treacle. “Would you like to join me?”

“Is that a dare?” My mouth was so dry i didn’t quite know what I was saying.

You only laughed, a husky laugh, with a throbbing undercurrent of excitement and pleasure in it, and you turned and slid down into the river. It was so shallow that when you lay down with your head on a convenient rock, your face, the tips of your breasts, your knees and hands were all out of the water, which flowed around your navel and between your legs, tickling at your sex. The water was so clear that I could see everything anyway. You looked up at me and winked.

“Come in,” you said. “Or.” You repeated with a wicked grin, “are you shy?”

My position was becoming ridiculous. I couldn’t very well wait any longer like that with my knees up to my chin, yet any other position would reveal my raging erection. Somehow I turned myself round on the bank and slid backwards into the water with a splash, hoping the water would cool me off some. I wasn’t really able to control where I fell, and I ended up lying right next to you.

“Wow,” you said, raising your head so you could look down at me. “Now that’s what I call gentlemanly manners. Into the water, underpants and all.” A moment later, I felt your hand slide up my thigh and slip over my underwear, cupping my penis. I sat up reflexively, and you sat up with me. The water sparkled as drops of it flew rus porno off your breasts.

“There’s such a thing as being too well-mannered,” you said. “Why not take them off? It’s silly to keep them on.”

“I…” I stood up and turned away from you, towards the bank, my penis straining the fabric of the Y fronts. But you’d already anticipated me. I felt your hands on my hips and pulling the wet cloth down over my knees and to my ankles. I turned, my penis erect, free of the confining cloth.

“Oh…” You reached out and held it, took it gently in your cool hand. “You didn’t have to be embarrassed…you’re a man and I’m a woman. It’s natural.” You leaned towards me and kissed me on the mouth, and then turned and fitted yourself to me. You raised your arms back over your shoulders and pulled my head down to your neck. I kissed your ear. My hands slipped over your chest and cupped your breasts. You sighed.

“I haven’t made love in ages,” you said.

“I too,” I murmured. “It’s been a long time.”

“Come on.” You let go of my head and turned back to me, and took me by the hand. You led me to the bank, lay down on your back, legs spread wide, feet still in the water, and opened your arms. “Come to me.”

To this day, I still remember that first urgent lovemaking on the grass of the bank, the urgency of desire flaming through our bodies. I remember the feel of your breasts on my chest, how the hard pucker of your nipples felt on my skin, and how your thighs tightened around my hips and pulled me to you. I remember the exquisite sensation of your vagina opening to my penis, and how you shut your eyes and threw back your head as I slid all the way in. Penetration is my favourite part of sex and I know how to draw it out, to make it last.

I began rotating motions of my hips, pressing my pubis to your clit, and as you gasped you began rotating and bucking against me, thrusting upwards and sinking back down, so that every thrust of my hips pushed my penis all the way into you and every withdrawal pulled me almost all the way out, the sensation exquisite, exquisite. I could see your orgasm building, the flush on your breasts and your neck spreading as your movements became wilder and more uncontrolled, and then suddenly you went completely rigid and your vagina began spasming around my penis as you cried out. I could no longer hold back then, and I felt my own orgasm begin, like a wave of liquid fire, from my genitals to my hips, washing over me again and again and again.

Afterwards we bathed and kissed and made longer, more ,languid love on the bank, and then we got dressed and went on up the trail, stopping every now and then to kiss again. Do you remember? I’m sure you do.

I’m sure you remember, too, how we slept together that night on the grass, with a sheet below us and a sheet thrown over us, clothed to keep out the chill, but making love with most of our clothes on and then falling asleep in each other’s arms. Yes, I know you remember that, though we parted two nights later and went our separate ways. You remember it all.

I know you remember that because I’m reading the e-mail I just got from you, telling of that night together, and how you have never forgotten, and of how this year, you’ll come back again.

I’m going to read it one more time, and I’m going to get the hiking gear ready, and then I’ll burst out singing.

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My stories are in chronological order. I encourage you to follow along and read these stories in this order as a prelude to this one:

I Hire Monica The Maid

Monica’s First Day as My Maid

Monica the Maid’s Three Hole Day

I Partner with Linda, A Salon Owner

I Massage Monica the Maid

Hot and Sexy Business Opportunities

I Become a Therapeutic Instructor

The Affair Continues in Las Vegas

I Rub an Asian MILF the Right Way

Going Where No Man Has Gone Before

Cumming Where No Man Has Cum Before

That Was The Weekend That Was

I’m Rewarded for a Job Well Done

Fun in Las Vegas with my MILFs

That Was The Week That Was

I Take My MILF Lisa to Mexico

I’m Ambushed by a Very Hot MILF

The CFO Gets Her Assets Worked Over

For background, let me share the main characters in my stories:

I became a widower unexpectedly in January. I was lonely and in pain; I made an offer my maid Monica could not refuse. She stayed on as my maid and became my part time sexual playmate. (I Hire Monica the Maid; Monica’s First Day as My Maid; Monica the Maid’s Three Hole Day, I Massage Monica the Maid).

Coming out of my funk, I decided to learn how to give massages and I met Susan, a bathing suit model, who was my massage instructor, and we became friends. Between Susan and Monica I came up with some new business ideas (Hot and Sexy Business Opportunities).

I met Lisa, a divorcee, who was a student of Susan’s when I was a substitute instructor. We became lovers. (I Become a Therapeutic Instructor).

Lisa and I went to Las Vegas. (The Affair Continues in Las Vegas and That Was The Weekend That Was). I hired two ladies, Diana and Dana, to be with Lisa at the adult pool. Lisa arranged for my first threesome when we included her friend Michelle. (My Great Night in Vegas – not written as of this date).

After I met Lisa, and while I was casually dating her, I seduced Akiko, the lady who owned a local dry cleaners. I invited her over for a massage (I Rub an Asian MILF the Right Way). We traveled to Las Vegas (Going Where No Man Has Gone Before) where we met with Marie and Carmen.

The next day in Las Vegas (Cumming Where No Man Has Cum Before) I took Susan’s virginity and enjoyed sex with Dana. On Sunday and Monday in Las Vegas (Fun in Las Vegas with My MILFs) I had sex with Dana and Sandy (a hotel food and beverage employee).

I enjoyed my second threesome in LA with Eva. She was a manager at one of my client companies. (I’m Rewarded for a Job Well Done).

Leading up to the photo shoot for CYN Suits, I spent a week between LA and Las Vegas (That Was The Week That Was).

After the photo shoot, I had a lucrative business deal close. I made a lot of money that day and a friend of my late wife re-entered my life (I’m Ambushed by a Very Hot MILF).

This story takes place after I met Catherine and also after I had sex with Cynthia (The CFO Gets Her Assets Worked Over”).

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Catherine and her two daughters, Marie and Natalie, went off to Quebec on Sunday for a month long visit to her parents.

Early on Wednesday morning she texted me: when can you come and visit me here?

I texted her back: When do you want me to come?

She replied: I wish you had come with me and the girls on Sunday, I miss you terribly.

I answered: I’ll fly in tomorrow and will send you flight details after I buy a ticket.

Catherine: How long can you stay?

I texted: I won’t get a return ticket, we can play it by ear. I have some business stuff going on so I will have to shuttle back and forth starting sometime next week. But I only need to be in LA for a couple of days each trip.

I got a little red heart back in reply.

When I set my phone down, I looked around my empty house and said out loud, “Why should I stay here?”

There’s nothing here for me. There’s no one here for me.

Since I spent two nights with Catherine I had also slept with Cynthia, Dana and Julie.

Gloria I had to put on hold because Cynthia’s virgin pussy was quite the attraction to my young middle aged cock.

But as I took inventory so to speak, Akiko was in Japan; Lisa was in the Midwest; Monica was in Mexico; the other ladies, Marie, Carmen and Sonia were in Las Vegas working.

I had just spent two nights and days being with Dana and one great night with Julie but I was alone now.

I wasn’t interested in being alone.

I ended up quickly packing a bag and flying to New York on Wednesday leaving LA just after noon and spending the night in Manhattan.

I reached the conclusion (duh?) that I simply did not like to sleep alone.

It’s a wonder my dick was still functional because as much as I loved my late wife we didn’t have this amount of sex as far back as I can remember.

So I rested up on the plane. Six hours of smooth air and relaxation. I’m a little like George Clooney; if you didn’t see the movie ‘Up in the Air,’ you should.

The czech taxi porno airline I was flying didn’t serve the champagne I liked so I settled for Bud Light. Two ice cold cans. And some baseball highlights on ESPN. Plus a stack of magazines that had piled up and a few issues of the WSJ.

Since I started my business, I’ve always flown first class. It’s not that I am so big I won’t fit in a coach seat. And I’m not a snob by any means. It’s that the ride is smoother and the crew is friendly up front. Plus the passengers tend to have nicer manners. Not always but most of the time.

I also will only fly an airline when I get to choose the seat I am paying for.

I simply like being able to make my own decisions about where I sit.

Next to me on the flight was an attractive young lady that I thought would fit well into one of our suits so I invited her to check out our site and I gave her our pre opening price and a business card.

I walked around Times Square for a couple of hours that night and I hit the Museum of Natural History for an hour in the late morning before going to the airport.

Thursday at two I caught a flight to Quebec.

Two quick beers and we were descending.

Going through customs was a breeze, Canadians actually like people visiting their country. Especially Americans. I declared myself not to be a terrorist and they said welcome! Please spend money! Stay as long as you like!

Catherine was standing at the bottom of the escalator in baggage claim in a summer dress and sandals.

She looked Stunning. With a capital letter.

That megawatt smile was beaming at me and she was jumping with excitement when she saw me at the top of escalator.

Our hello kiss turned passionate which surprised me given her fairly public conservative nature. Her ample breasts crushed into my chest and she hugged me like she was never going to let me go.

As our lips parted, Catherine had tears in her eyes. Wiping her eyes she told me “You have no idea how much it means to me that you are here.”

She kissed me again, deeply.

While we waited for my bag to show up she just held me tight, whispering to me, like lovers do, sharing what they’d been doing since they arrived, how everyone was looking forward to meeting me and how much she missed me.

With a gleam in her eye, and a smile on her lips, she told me, “You’re still dripping out of me.”

I kissed her back and said, “You bring out the very best in me and a lot of it. When can I have the pleasure of filling you up again?”

“Soon”, she kissed me, “soon. But this time you sleep in the wet spot,” laughing.

She snuggled up closer to me and said, “Not that you need them but those blue pills are a lot cheaper this side of the border.”

I feigned surprise that I used Viagra, but followed up but “Tell me what it takes to get a prescription, just in case I am interested.”

She said “We’ll go to the doctor and then go to the drug store and get the pills. It’s pretty simple. Like in America.”

I said “Any doctor is going to take one look at you, then look at me and tell me that there must be something really very wrong if I need these pills.”

She laughed and said, “We’ll tell him they’re just in case I’m horny and you’re passed out drunk.”

Catherine looked around to see if anyone was close enough to hear and then whispered “I can’t remember how many times I came when we were together. I loved just being naked with you, just the two of us. Making love.”

She kissed me, hard.

Then Catherine pulled me down so that her lips were right next to my ear and said “I’ve been masturbating each night thinking about when you ate me out.”

She said “We fit together perfectly — You are the perfect fit for my pussy. Which is why it feels so good when we make love.”

Her eyes sparkling she asked me “Would you trim my pussy hair again?”

I replied, “I’ll trim you anytime you like. Or, should I just shave you bare?”

She kissed me again and said “That might be fun, but you’ll need to do it at least once a week.”

Then laughing at me, she said “You’d be up for shaving me every day if I let you. Wouldn’t you?”

I just licked my lips in reply and she kissed me deeply again.

She said “Tomorrow night I told my folks and the girls that we were going on a date so could we get a room for a few hours?”

I said sure, “We’d find a place. Did you have a preference?”

Catherine replied, “No, just a large swimming pool to exercise in and a big bed for us to be naked in for a few hours.”

It was almost like we were in our own little world despite the fact that we were surrounded by hundreds of travelers.

When we got in the car we made out like teenagers. She pulled the car to a deserted corner of the parking garage. I’m sure we were on a security video but we didn’t care. Things got so hot I had her dress down to her waist and her bra off so I could play with her fun bags. She came just from defloration porno the kissing and nipple stimulation and I had the pleasure of taking her panties off to dry while we were driving.

She looked at the tent in my pants and said “You’re going to have to take care of that yourself. We’re going to be late to dinner if we don’t leave right now.”

Once we left the airport she told me “My folks live on a lake about an hour north of the city.”

We went straight to a restaurant overlooking the same lake to meet the family for dinner.

Her folks, Tom and Isabella, were friendly and Catherine’s daughters, Marie the oldest, and Natalie, the younger one, remembered me from my visits to their fourth grade classroom. They all told me that they were sorry to hear the news of the accident. I told them I appreciated their kindness.

Tom was a tall, barrel chested guy. He had a friendly way about him, a warm handshake and nice smile. You know that this is a stand up guy when you meet him. Tom had a great laugh and turned out to be a great story teller.

Isabella was a very pretty woman and I could see where Catherine got her looks and figure from. She was a hugger and kisser and she wasn’t shy about wrapping herself around me. It was almost over the top until I realized it was her way, to be very physical.

Isabella greeted me with a kiss right on the mouth!

Catherine had briefed me about the sleeping arrangements on our drive. I had my own room at her folks house but she was planning on leaving the girls with her folks so we could have some alone time. And for the girls to have alone time fun with their grandparents.

We did do this, but not how she had originally thought it out.

She’d told her folks about me. They were cautious about a stranger dating their recently divorced daughter. This was my initial interview to get their first blessing, to persuade them I wasn’t some flake. Or worse, like her ex.

Catherine didn’t exactly say it that way to me, but that was the message I heard.

And, as for the girls, they were highly protective of their mom. They didn’t want to see her get hurt again and they didn’t want someone taking time and attention away from them.

We had fun at dinner, lots of stories and laughter.

Tom wanted to pick up the tab but I asked him if he would allow me to pay to thank him and his wife for their hospitality. He acquiesced, saying he’d get the next one.

When we got back to the house we spent the rest of the evening around their outdoor fire pit on the lake telling more stories and jokes. Catherine sat between her girls but we maintained strong eye contact.

The girls were impressed that I remembered what they studied in fourth grade and some of the activities they participated in. They were even more impressed when I knew some of their classmates, particularly the boys that had been behavior challenges for my wife.

My body was still on California time but when everyone else went to bed around 11, so did I.

Catherine came in to check on me and she kissed me goodnight, thanking me again for making the trip, promising me she’d make it worth my while.

Behind the closed bedroom door, I gave her two gifts.

The first was six Visa gift cards, each with $500 on them.

I also gave her an AMX gift card worth $3000.

I told Catherine “Use them for whatever the girls or your parents need when you’re here. Groceries, dining out, movie tickets, clothes, gas, whatever. I don’t want anyone not to go do something or not get something because they didn’t have the money.”

I didn’t know her parents financial situation and I didn’t want my visit to be a burden on them. Tom and Isabella might have been millionaires for all I knew but I wanted to pick up “our” share.

Catherine started crying and I just held her until she stopped.

I said, “Let’s make this the happiest summer we’ve ever had, okay?”

Wiping away her tears, she smiled and said “Okay I’m all for that.”

I said, “No tears on this gift.”

It was an American Express Platinum card with her name on it.

I said, “This is for you. Maybe if I am very lucky someday the last name on it will change, but I don’t ever want you to worry about not having money or not being able to buy something you or the girls need.”

She held that card like it was a gold bar, beaming at me through the tears.

She looked at me with a sly grin and said, “Can I buy more little silk black panties that I won’t wear?”

I just laughed, we kissed for a long time and she looked up at me and said, “I wonder how a new last name will look on this card. Catherine Colton. Mrs. Catherine Colton. I think it would be very, very nice.”

I turned her around, patted her on the ass and said, “That is the question for the summer, isn’t it? I’m ready for bed, let me go to sleep.”

Catherine whispered “Good night dear.”

My first morning in Canada Tom was up early and so was I. We sat outside fake agents porno on the wooden deck overlooking the lake, drinking coffee. I learned that he was born in Canada. His parents got out of France just before the German army took over the country in 1940. His parents were buried in Quebec.

He was retired, sort of a forced thing, he wasn’t happy about not being needed or productive and I could only imagine what kinds of discussions he and his wife had cooped up in the house through 8 months of winter each year.

My impression was that he was bored out of his mind and needed to get back to work. But I kept my mouth shut.

Tom asked me about my business, and I told him the truth, I was a hard working, educated man and, fortunately I didn’t have to work another day in my life. Except for the fact that I loved what I did and was in the process of diversifying my business interests and my real estate holdings.

I told him I wasn’t bragging but he asked a direct question and I answered it in the same spirit it was asked.

He nodded and got direct with me about my intentions with his daughter. His only daughter. His only child. I was expecting his question and gave him another straight answer.

Catherine and I were getting to know one another and we were falling for each other but we were moving cautiously because we both felt that the girls needed time to get comfortable with the possibility of their mother having a boyfriend and even getting married. And, the girls needed time to get to know me. I needed to get to know everyone in the family.

I also told him my wife had passed not many months before and I was still grieving. I shared that it was hard coming home to an empty house and that I’d gotten used to spending nights in hotels.

I simply asked him to judge me on my words and deeds while I was here and maybe we could talk more about this before the vacation was over. I also told him I might need to fly back and forth to Los Angeles for business.

Tom said that was fair and added he had never seen his daughter so happy and he thought the girls were warming up to me too.

Catherine came out soon after with Isabella, and they had had laid out a long road trip with activities for the next three weeks.

I had told Catherine on the ride from the airport that I wanted to make this a summer holiday that her entire family would always remember.

That I needed to keep busy and traveling around Canada with her and her family would be a good way to help me with my wife’s passing.

While I didn’t know Tom and Isabella’s financial situation, I had the means to cover the costs for our traveling expenses, hotels, rental cars, meals and all that.

I made it clear I had to work while I was there, but it wouldn’t interfere with the fun. And if I had to leave for California for a few days I’d return to whatever city they were in.

As they outlined the calendar, Isabella could see how happy Catherine had become since we connected.

Tom and Isabella took the girls shopping for the trip.

Catherine and I headed out on our date. We checked into a Marriott on the other side of the lake. With my elite level status they upgraded us to a suite. We had a view of the lake.

We checked into the room and she undressed in front of me.

One look at her and I was on the rise.

Then she undressed me, kissing me and all over my body as my clothes ended up in the closet.

Catherine and I got into bed and did some serious kissing and fondling then she kissed my hard cock and gave me a nice blowjob. I moved my body around and pulled her on top of me so we could 69. I licked her to a nice orgasm, and she came quickly. I came just after, she swallowing my heavy load.

We snuggled for a bit and then we got dressed in workout clothes.

She went swimming and I worked out, then we took a nice long bath together.

Out of the bath, Catherine and I stayed nude, and we cuddled on the sofa, just enjoying being with each other. Lots of kissing, fondling, rubbing and spooning.

I liked the way she looked, felt and smelled.

Looking out over the lake, enjoying the early evening shadows grow.

I spent a lot of time gently rubbing her pussy, teasing her, getting her close, then backing off, ramping her up again and then cooling her down. All the while whispering to her dirty things that I knew would get her hot.

I entered her partially from behind as we lay there spooning, teasing her, not humping, just letting my cock soak in her juices, all the while teasing her nipples and her clit.

Finally I let her cum humping my fingers and you could have heard her scream down the hall.

She just shuddered over and over.

We ordered in a light dinner and champagne and Catherine stayed in the bedroom nude while room service delivered our meal.

She sat on my lap feeding me. In no time flat she got me hard and the spent the next 30 minutes moving around, rubbing up against me, changing her position.

Catherine straddled me, rubbing her golden pussy hair up and down on my erection. Then she turned around and rubbed her crack up and down my cock.

She dripped some salad dressing on my cock. She stood up, put her hands on her hips, looked down and said, “I better clean that up.”

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Jesse and I laid on the bed like that for a short while, with me stroking her naked body lightly. Teasing her sensitive hardened nipples, rubbing her back down to that sweet little ass.

My mind wandered, and I thought over what was going on the last couple days. I found out my girl friends daughter Sandy liked to listen, and even had watched her Mom and I us fucking. I was shown that Sandy was a cam girl on a adult website, by Jesse her best friend. Sandy loved to show off, talk dirty, and have Jesse eat her little pussy. All for the web cam broadcast over the net.

Jesse was the beautiful young thing that could be found attached to my big hard cock during the last couple days. Blonde and petite, any man would kill to have this sweet horny slut as a plaything. I felt honored Jesse had sworn minutes before that she would do anything for me, that she would do anything I ever wanted, and she was my little baby girl.

I looked over at the clock on the night table, it read 11:44 am. As if I woke out of a stupor I sat up. I smacked Jesse on her perfect butt cheek, then she reached back rubbing it and scowled at me.

“Get some clothes on.” “We need to get out of here.” “Sandy should be home from class soon, right?” saying as I got up, made my way over to the dresser and started to get some clothes together to put on.

“I thought we were gonna play all day.” said Jesse sounding disappointed.

“We are baby, just not here.” “I’m taking you home with me.” and I smiled at her.

Jesse was around long enough, and heard enough arguments between me and my girl friend that I had an apartment in the suburbs outside the city. Sandy’s Mom was pissed I kept it, but since her and I had a stormy passionate relationship in the past that was not any less exciting recently.

“Really!” as Jesse jumped up off the bed grabbed me around my neck pulling me down and kissing me.

“Yes, really. Your all mine the next couple days.” saying as I kissed her back passionately.

“Mmmm, more then for a couple of days.” she smiled at me. “Let me get my stuff.” as Jesse excitedly ran out the bedroom.

I left my girlfriend a note reading :

Call you later. Got to get some work done. Have fun tonight. Tell everyone I say Hey.

Friday night was her bowling night, one of them anyway, and I usually just went to watch and go drink with friends. I stopped bowling many years ago, but that’s a whole different series of stories.

I kept my apartment for a few reasons, it was the lower half of a friends house and he needed the rent to pay the mortgage. I had too much shit over all the years to move again. My old relationship with Sandy’s Mom was so unpredictable who knew what would happen. I could also work out of there.

Jesse and I were out of there in less then fifteen minutes. I sighed in relief as we left the neighborhood, and got onto the highway. Jesse was talking a mile a minute, just about what I have no idea to this day. I remember her telling me she was go class that day, telling me that over the weekend she was supposed to go over Erin’s house outside the city.

Erin was a skinny attractive girl, slightly taller then Jesse and Sandy. She was a redhead with nice long hair, wore glasses, had a great smile, an amazingly full breasts. I had seen her a few times with the girls at the house, but always got the impression that Sandy didn’t really like her.

Jesse’s cell phone went off, the ring was part of some song I didn’t recognize. She looked down at the screen. “It’s Sandy.” she looked over at me answering the call before I could even react, just not before taking a huge deep breath.

“Hey.” “No. I decided to head out to Erin’s earlier then I thought.” “Thanks, but I got lucky and found a ride.” “I know you don’t like Erin much, so she didn’t have to see her.” “I know we were supposed to hang out.” “I remember you wanted to do a show.” “You’ll still get plenty of tips, don’t worry.” “Well, you know what to do.” “I’m sure you will have plenty of fun.” “I got to go, I don’t want to be rude.” “I’ll big ass porno call you later.”

As I listened to Jesse’s part of the conversation, and it was easy to figure out what Sandy was saying on the other end of the phone. Jesse laughed as she disconnected from the call, she looked over at me since she saw I had questions. Held up one finger then placed a call, obviously telling to hold asking anything off for a minute.

“Hey Erin.” “No, you don’t have to pick me up.” “Something came up, and I would be hanging out all weekend.”

Jesse giggled, smiling while looking over at me again, her gaze just pausing over the bulge in my jeans.

“Well, I’m going to be busy taking care of it.” “Maybe.” “We will see.” “I know you do.” “I’ll call you back later, I’m with him now.” “No, I don’t want to be rude.” “I said I’d try, now I got to go.” “Later girl.”

It was much harder to tell what Erin was talking to Jesse about, and I was pretty confused. Jesse saw I was puzzled, she explained in detail moving closer she rubbing my right thigh with her hand those well manicured nails scratching the material of the denim.

I couldn’t concentrate on anything she was saying. All I knew was I was taking off with this beautiful college coed who wanted me, and would do anything to be with me even lie to her best friends. In thirty minutes we were pulling into the driveway of the house my apartment was in. Steve was there outside, he was my friend that owned the house. He was loading one of his trucks up with supplies, and with two of his workers. Steve owned his own outside construction company.

I guided Jesse around back to my separate entrance on the ground floor, and let her in. This place was a great set up, I had lived there many years.

“Make yourself at home baby.” “I got to go talk to my friend Steve for a second.” “Grab a beer in the top fridge, I’ll be right back.”

I went back out front to talk to Steve, to see how he was doing. Usual small talk we would normally have over BBQ & Brews in the backyard. Business was good, he was really busy since the weather was nasty lately. He asked what was up with me, obviously interested in what was the story with Jesse. He said she must be something special, in all these years you don’t ever bring any of them back here. I gave back the standard big laugh we always had together.

“You know I don’t like them to know where I live.” “Complicates Shit.” “Plus don’t forget Porsche, that bitch was crazy.” “We will be here all weekend, at least that long.”

Steve then explained he wouldn’t be around this weekend though, his new lady lived in the city, and he would be going out there with her.

“Cool Buddy.” I said along with the shake of a hand. “I’ll take care of everything back here. No worries.” then headed around back to the apartment and Jesse.

When I walked through the door I could see Jesse made herself at home in front of my computer, an out of date laptop connected with way to many devices. She was in my big rocking chair, which sits in front of my desk. Jesse looked very sexy, she had changed her clothes and only had on a silky red camisole top with a matching small red thong.

Jesse was on that web cam chat site, and was watching some girl get herself off. The girl on the monitor’s screen was fucking her very wet pussy with a rather large black dildo. The view was so close that all you could see was the dildo plunging inside, her pussy lips clinging tightly to it, as she quickly pumped in and out.

“Come over here, you have to see this.” “Listen.” as Jesse rubbed my growing bulge in my jeans with her left hand, as I stood next to her, her right hand was busy rubbing her mound through her thong.

Ohh, that’s it Daddy fuck my little pussy.” “I love your big hard cock Daddy.” “Make me cum Daddy. Please make me cum”

The text in the chat room side was flying by, looked like lots of Daddy’s were out there stroking there cock watching this. All those sweet juices had shined up the big black dildo, and the juices were big tits porno running down to the girl’s asshole. The girl on the screen pushed a finger deep in her tight asshole, and bucked wildly.

“Ohh god Daddy.” “Oohh fuck Daddy.” “I’m cumming all over your big cock.” “Cum for me Daddy.” “Cum in your little sluts pussy Daddy.” “Fill me with your cream Daddy.”

Jesse was undoing my belt, pulling down my jeans, and pushing down my boxer briefs to get at my hard cock now. My eyes couldn’t leave the screen as the girl cumming all over that big dildo drove that black monster in deep. Cream started to leak from her pussy, it was one of those squirting dildo’s, and it oozed from around the buried dildo. It dripped onto her fingers that were buried in the girls butt hole. Very erotic scene, but at this point I was the only one watching.

Jesse was sucking my hard cock, she was concentrating on trying to deep throat me. She buried my big cock in her throat, it was slick from all her spit, and that slippery spit was dripping from her chin.

“Holy Shit Jesse!” “Is that?” “Is that Sandy?” as I looked down at her, but Jesse didn’t say a word. She just kept sucking harder on my big cock. Then I looked back at the monitor, the dildo slowly sliding out now. It popped out of that soaked pussy, globs of cream flowed out, wads of thick white juice ran out onto the fingers in her butt hole. Her fingers backed out of that tight asshole, scooped up some of the creamy juice and the hand disappeared.

The web cam panned back, and it showed Sandy licking her fingers that were dripping with those thick creamy juices. Ding, ding, ding was all you heard in the background as her tips rolled in.

“Mmmm, I love your cum Daddy.” “It tastes so good, just like candy.” “Thank you Daddy, thank you for your creamy candy.

Sandy brought more cream to lick up from her pussy, then started to lick the big black dildo clean. Ding, ding, ding more tips rolled in.I had to pull Jesse off my cock, I was trying to hold myself from spraying her tonsils with my own creamy thick juices.

“No. I want some cream too.” “Cum in my mouth.” “Not fair.” Jesse pouted as I grabbed her hair holding her mouth off my cock. I reached down and stroked her pussy through her thong, she was soaked. The smell of her sex was overpowering now, as I fingered her wetness. I was getting high from it, and I wanted a taste of it. Her arms went around my neck, and I reached under her picking her up into my arms. She curled up, kissing my neck, she whispered in my ear.

“Take me to your bed.” “Show me you love me.” “Make love to me on your bed.” then I carried Jesse into the bedroom to my bed, placing her gently down and kissing her. I kissed my way to her hardened nipples that were trying to poke through her camisole, licking them through the silky material. I pulled her soaked thong down her legs, while trailing my tongue across her belly moving downward. Her sex smell was so strong, and I couldn’t wait to taste her juicy wet pussy.

I ran my tongue across her hairless mound, as she spread her legs wide. Teasing her I slid my flicking tongue over her inner thigh, and I licked along side of her outer pussy lips. She was moaning, bucking herself off the bed trying desperately to have her pussy make contact with my tongue.

I ran my tongue down to that sweet spot in between her pussy and asshole. Then I lapped with the width of my whole tongue up her wet dripping slit, flicking the end of my tongue on her clit.

“Mmmm, my baby tastes sweet.” “I bet she wants to cum too.” “Don’t you baby?” as I slid two fingers into her wet tight pussy, wiggling them deep in her. Jesse could only moan, could only groan, as I sucked on her clit and pumped my fingers inside that hot little cunt. I reached up inside her feeling for that spot that would drive her over the edge, and I found it.

Jesse thrashed on the bed, her pussy convulsing, her juices started to wash over my hand. I dove down pushing my open mouth on her gushing pussy, and got a hot sweet blacked porno mouthful. I lapped up her juices, my face mashed into her pussy, my nose rubbing her clit, and my tongue reaching deep in that sweet hole.

I held on tight, my arms coming around her hips, my fingers stretched apart her pussy lips, and I pulled her up to my mouth tightly. Jesse couldn’t utter a sound, as I looked up at her. Her eyes closed, her head thrashing back and forth, pulling her long blonde hair up with both her hands. She was bucking against my mouth, and probing tongue.

Then she went completely stiff, her sexy blue eyes wide they looked down at my face, and she gasped for air. She was cumming again, more sweet juices flowed from her pussy, as she fell back on the bed. Her collapsed body shaking, then twitching, and finally quivering in her powerful orgasm.

“Please.” “I need you inside me.” she was barely able to whimper that out, once again looking down at me. Those beautiful blue eyes were pleading with me, as she reached down to grab the sides of my face with her hands pulling me up to her face. She kissed me softly, licking her own juices off my lips and chin.

“I need you in me so bad.” “Please take me now.” “I can’t bear another second with you not deep inside me.” then Jesse grabbed my hard cock, and she guided it in between her wet pussy lips after rubbing the head on her clit. I slid inside her heat, a burning velvet vise her pussy was, it gripped me tightly as I went in deep slowly.

There was no more talk as I hit bottom with a loud squish. Jesse held her ankles high in the air, as I thrust in slowly in and out of that sweet tight heat. She was kissing me lightly all over my face, her tongue darting out at me licking me gently. I started to thrust faster, deep I pumped, building momentum. Jesse let go of her ankles, her legs wrapped around me, and I could feel her nails start to rake across my back. I was pounding into her, loud squishing noises came from my hard cock in her over heated pussy. I was on my elbow leaning over her, I could feel her ankles lock together pulling me in, as I kissed he neck and licked around her ear.

“Give it to me.” “Give it all to me.” “I need it all deep inside me.” “Explode in me.” she went stiff again, and her legs squeezed me so hard I couldn’t breath. I felt her cumming again all over my cock her hot juices flowed around it. Then I buried my cock and froze, exploding my seed deep inside her. She kissed me, and her tongue reached out for mine. My throbbing cock firedwad after wad into her, spurt after spurt of my thick cum flew inside her.

We stayed coupled like that for a while, our tongues entwined, playfully kissing. Our bodies locked together, my previously stone hard cock now slowly softening.

“If we keep this up baby, I’m gonna fall in love with you.” I told Jesse looking into her eyes.

“I’m already there.” as she held me even closer whispering in my ear. “I’m in love with you.”

I just remembered something then, see now this certainly “Complicates Shit.”

Part 5 : Cumming Soon

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