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“Thank you for going with me to the exhibit,” she says. She pauses, looking down at her keys that she’s playing with nervously. “I’m really glad I found you here.” She lets out an airy laugh, maybe a little embarrassed at how cliched that sounded. “I spent a lot of time going out alone before we met. Now I find myself more interested in going with you than when I was doing it on my own.”

I can’t help but look at her with the warmth she has brought into my life this semester. “I’m always glad when you invite me. Really, I should be thanking you. Getting to hear your fanciful and, frankly, insane takes on the works turned what would have been an intellectual curiosity into one of the better evenings I’ve had this semester.” I smirk at her, holding in a laugh.

She’s looking at me, skeptical. “I’m pretty interesting, aren’t I?”

“Oh, you absolutely are,” I reply, quickly. “Why else would I put up with you?”

We both lean against her front door. A foot separates us. Maybe. My hands in my pockets. Her fumbling with her keys. Silence falls between us, beautiful and full of tension. It’s only made awkward when she breaks eye contact to look down at her hands nervously playing with her keys.

I slowly reach a hand up and lay a finger across her soft cheek. “Lana, I-“

“You know we can’t,” she says with a frail pain in the back of her throat.

“You know I’m crazy about you,” I say softly. “Just tell me you don’t feel the same way. Tell me something other than we can’t.” I’m desperate for her to answer. Lectures. Movies. Symphonies. Art exhibits. We’re together more evenings than not over the last few months. And here we are, again, timidly standing at her door after another evening enjoying each other’s company.

“He’s not here,” I continue, with a soft exasperation. “He’s eight hundred miles away.” I shake my head. “When was the last time he even visited you?” I ask with too much contempt.

By all rights, he’s the smart choice. He’s better looking than me. He’s no doubt going to make more money than me, given my proclivities to eccentricity. But isn’t that exactly why we are here? Besides the fact that he’s not here. I want her to tell me that she enjoys her time with him more than me. And — honestly — I’m tired of being a stand-in for a boyfriend going to school several states away. Don’t get me wrong. This evening has been wonderful. And so have our countless other evenings together. If she could tell me she doesn’t have feelings for me, I’d leave it be. I’d be by her side at any play, any author reading, as nothing more than her friend. But…

“You could have said goodnight and gone inside when we got here,” I continue. “But you didn’t.” I pause for a moment. “I know why I’m standing here. What’s keeping you?”

She’s gorgeous. And smart. And fun. And bothers to think about things that wouldn’t occur to most people. She’s insightful. And has cute freckles on her cute little nose. And… I want to say she’s kind. She is, but she freezes when she’s forced to make a decision. I know it’s my fault. I know I don’t deserve anything from her. But it breaks my heart a little bit more every time we are here.

Her eyes turn cold. “It’s my porch.”

“It is,” I say, agreeing with her immediately. I take a step back and say, as casual as I can manage, “And the choice between lamb and chicken korma was yours this evening. But you let the waiter decide.” She glares at me. I let a silence linger. “He asked you out before we met? Is that it? The deciding factor? You can’t go your whole life avoiding decisions, Lana…”

“I think you should go,” she says with ice on her breath.

I nod, sadly, knowing I didn’t have to push like that. I take a couple steps toward my car, then turn around, still slowly backing away. “It was a wonderful evening,” I say, almost slurring the words together trying to choke back my regret. “I wouldn’t give it up.”

She looks at me for one last moment, with sadness in her eyes, she walks inside and closes the door behind her.

* * *

It’s a few hours short of two days later as I walk into the student radio station. Lana and I were supposed to go to a play last night, but she hasn’t returned my calls. In the music library, which doubles as our general purpose room, Jason, Brandon and Lana are sorting through the new albums that arrived this week. In the Pendik Escort studio, to the right, two young women talk animatedly and silently to microphones. To the left Clark sits in the shared office working at the computer. There’s another office, which we keep locked, for the business manager. This semester, Lana drew the short straw on that job. Last semester it was me. It’s a thankless job.

“Good afternoon,” I say. Everyone responds with a distracted greeting, except Lana, who doesn’t even look up.

Great. I really shouldn’t have said any of that. I shouldn’t have pushed. I don’t know what I was thinking. I mean, I know what I was thinking. That’s she’s beautiful and smart and sexy and I wanted her to kiss me, not go inside after our evening together and tell her boyfriend about the exhibit while strategically leaving my presence out of the description. But I shouldn’t have hurt her. I knew what I was doing.

“Anything for me?” I ask, trying to carry on.

Jason hands me a CD. “Some band called Tullycraft. The album releases in two weeks. I need your review by next Tuesday.”

“New band?”

“Third album.”

“Oh,” I say. I turn the jacket over in my hand. Beat. Surf. Fun. Looks one hair the other side of clever with its 60s surf movie motif. “Nothing else?”

“Lana took the new Clinic album,” Brandon interjects.

She looks at me with a smirk. Well, that’s something. I guess I can give this a try.

“Trade?” I ask her.

“I don’t do twee,” she says, with attitude. Fuck me, I guess I do.

We hold eye contact for a moment, as she continues the smirk. “Rip it and send it to me?” I ask.

She considers for a moment, not breaking eye contact. I smile at her, hopeful. For both the album and for her to show any sign of forgiving me.

“I can do that,” she says, finally. She stands up. “I came in to file our financials.” She walks past me toward the private office. She’s wearing a skirt, which is a little out of character for Lana, but I can’t complain about what it does, well, I guess what it does for me. “You guys can fight over the scraps,” she says without turning around.

I sit down to shuffle through the dwindling pile of no-name albums.

“What was that about?” Jason observes.

“I pissed her off,” I say.

Among the pile is a postcard announcing a new album by The Promise Ring. I hold up the postcard in display to everyone at the table. They don’t look. “This is mine when it comes in,” I say. “I’m serious. I’ll kill whoever takes it.” Nobody listens to me.

I get up and head into the office to talk to Clark. He’s been coding a new website for the station. I’m doing the graphics, so we’ve got some things to catch up on.

I hear the other office door open as Clark and I are discussing the interface. Lana pokes her head in the door. She looks at me. “Can you join me for a few minutes?” she asks very seriously. I look at Clark with confusion and just a little bit worried for my physical well being. But, I follow her into the office.

“Shut the door,” she requests, leaning against the desk, arms crossed. As the door closes, she says, “Come over here.”

I look at her, confused, but take a step toward her. “What’s going-“

“No questions,” she commands. After a moment her eyes soften. “Closer.” I step up to her. She puts both hands flat on my chest. My heart begins to race. I swallow hard. “I like hanging out with you,” she says. “So we have to get this out of our systems.”

I start to ask a question but she quickly raises her eyebrows to remind me of her command.

“This is a one time thing. Do you understand?” I do not understand. Nor do I know how to respond.

Her rigid posture begins to melt. She looks up at me, then stands on her tip toes and kisses me, timidly at first, but quickly morphs into the kiss of lovers who have been separated by an ocean.

Oh.

She pulls back, while I’m still stunned she takes my hand and places it between her thighs, lifting her skirt out of the way. Her warmth enters my hand and spreads through me, sending shivers through my body. She looks at me with a slight nod. I quickly find the waistband of her her panties and, slowing down, slip my hand inside. My eager fingers find a slight dampness between her legs. She puts more weight on the desk and spreads her legs enough to give Kurtköy Escort me entry.

I look into her eyes deeply as I press a finger against her labia, my finger easily gliding inside her. She quickly pulls me closer in time to muffle a moan into my chest.

As her wetness spreads over my finger, she reaches behind her, lifting up the back of her shirt, and unclasps her bra. Arms disappearing and some moments later, she slips it off with her shirt still on, and places my other hand up her shirt. I don’t know how I find myself in what must be heaven, one hand buried between her legs and the other up her shirt, but I do my best to pay attention to what I am doing with both hands, and not distract myself with whys.

I move my finger slightly in and out of her pussy, spreading her juices over her lips and my finger, to make things more comfortable for her. I trace the curves of her breasts slowly, letting my other fingers occasionally stray, lost in the subtle curves of her petite breasts.

When my hand and her labia are well lubricated, I look her in the eyes and sink a finger deep inside her. She doesn’t quite make it back into my chest before this moan makes it past her lips. I move my palm against her groin to apply pressure to her clit while slowly stroking my finger in her pussy. With my other I brush my fingers across her nipples, which I find already erect.

“I want to see you,” I whisper into her ear.

She breathes for a moment before replying, “I can give you this.”

“I can’t-?” She cuts me off with a hard look, with a combination of regret and lust, and slightly shakes her head. “I can kiss you?” I ask.

“Yes.”

I kiss her deep. She wraps her arms around me. Her hips begin to move with the rhythm of my wrist. As I pull my finger out, I reposition and slip two fingers inside her. She closes her eyes and digs her nails into my arm, but doesn’t object. I leave my fingers deep in her for a moment, giving her time to adjust. As her fingers loosen I keep my palm pressed tight against her mons and start bending my fingers forward while pushing my knuckles back, then straightening them out, in a wave motion, brushing up against the forward wall of her pussy, as close as I can get to the rhythm I was at before. She starts moving her hips with my rhythm again.

My other hand explores her breasts, taking in as much of them as possible, as my only connection to them. I let a nipple roll between my index and middle fingers as I rub my hand across her breasts. My other hand is buried so deep in her by this point I don’t think her feet are touching the floor any more.

I stare into her eyes, inches away, wanting to tell her how much I want her, but stop short as I see the same in her eyes. I let our lips connect with the hunger I have for her. She softly moans into my mouth. I take her lower lip between mine and pull at it. She breaks our kiss and buries her face into my chest and lets out a muffled moan, again. The rhythm of her hips is broken by desperate motions pressing into me.

I change the motion of my fingers, pressing one forward and the other back, then reversing, like upside down walking fingers. She pulls her face back to look at me in time to show me her mouth opening in surprise as she takes a sudden gasp of air, her eyes big, looking up at me. Her hips are speeding up, so I speed up the motion of my fingers with them.

Seemingly not wanting to break eye contact, she nods her head at me, in rhythm, and whispers, “I’m gonna cum,” in one quick breath. I need to feel her cum. I need to watch her climax. I stare into her eyes as I keep speed in sync with the movement of her hips until, suddenly, it is broken by a jerk of her hips and her pussy clamping down on my fingers. She closes her legs tight around my hand and lays into me with another deep kiss as her body shudders in release.

She places her forehead on my chest, looking down. She whispers, “Are you fucking kidding me?” under her breath. I feel her body slowly relax. She loosens her legs’ hold on my hand. I slide my hand out of her panties, two fingers covered in her now thick juices.

Before I can decide what to do about it, she stands up and pulls the office chair from the desk. “Sit down.” I do as I’m told. She straddles me and sits on me lightly, running her hand up my crotch and feeling Maltepe Escort my hard cock. She smiles at me, shifting my erection to center under the fabric of my shorts, then moves forward on my lap, pressing hard into me, panties still on.

She starts to roll her hips over me. I look at her with longing and joy, but I probably just look struck-dumb. I can hear the wetness under her panties as she grinds on my cock through my shorts. I’m thankful of my decision to wear cotton shorts this morning, and not jeans. And for- Oh. Her skirt makes the mechanics of all this much simpler.

Her nipples poke into the fabric of her shirt as she moves on top of me. I want to see them, to suck them. I reach my hands back under her shirt, but clumsily and purposefully lift it, exposing the soft curve of her stomach. She looks at me, feigning disappointment, and pulls it back down.

She leans forward and whispers into my ear. “I know how hard it’s been,” she says. She nibbles on my ear. I forget where I am for a moment. A formless void with two bodies pressed up against each other seems as likely a setting for this as the one we are in.

“Every evening you bring me home…” she continues, grinding into me harder, breathing short, warm breathes onto my ear, moving her pelvis along my shaft.

“I stand on the porch with you-” She gasps. “…thinking…” Her hips rock faster against me, her legs squeezing around me every time she moved forward. I grab her full, round ass and push myself into her as she moves into me. Her lips press against my ear as she breathes deep, surprised. After a few breaths she recovers.

“Imagining what…” She breathes heavy. “What this would be like,” she manages to get out, before biting my shoulder and letting out a moan as her body jerks and her legs go tight around me for a few seconds. My hands caress her soft, tender ass as she obviously cums again. I want to strip her naked. I want to see her, admire her nakedness. I imagine what she would look like, naked on top of me.

Her mouth forms words, breathlessly. Breathing hard, she resumes grinding into me. After a few moments to catch up with her breathing, she whispers to me, instructively, “I need you to cum.” She runs her fingers through my hair.

Watching her climax, again, brought me really close. “Tell me that you want me,” I beg her. She bites her lip and nods with short, sharp movements, her eyes full of desire. I can feel the pressure building inside, my body ready to give her what she wants from me. My fingers are still wrapped tight around her ass, pulling her into me. She rocks her hips, rubbing her pussy over my cock, hard.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” she whispers to me, staring into my eyes. Her hips move faster. I let go of her ass and move my hands up her back, pulling her full body into me. I feel her breasts press into me. I feel her chest as she breathes. I press my hips into her in rhythm with her movements. “Don’t let go of me,” she begs. Then her voice cracks, “Don’t let go.”

My cock releases, pulsing, over and over, as I moan into her shoulder. Her hips slow as my body relaxes from the release. We hold each other, arms wrapped around each other.

As I’m still in a daze, her body tenses, she lets go of me, pulls away and stands up. Her lips are tight. She doesn’t make eye contact. She grabs her bra, takes her arms into her shirt and puts it back on. I wonder if this went further than she meant, got more intimate than she intended. She pulls her skirt down. Her hair is tousled with stray hairs and clumps. This small office smells of sex. A wet spot is spreading down from the waistline of my shorts from my semen soaking into them, growing toward a damp spot where Lana’s pussy was pressed into me.

She looks at the ground and swallows. Without saying a word she opens the door to leave and closes it behind her quickly.

‘Holy fuck,’ is my only thought, before I realize I have a more immediate situation to freak out about. I don’t know how I’m supposed to get out of here. My shorts are soaked in my cum. I stand up to see how much my shirt will cover. About 80%? Is there even a point? It’s not like I’m going to open that door and casually walk out with nobody noticing me, after Lana just left.

I’m going to just have to do this. Walk to the front door, down the hall to the restroom and see if I can’t make myself presentable enough to get home.

I put my hands in my pockets and practice pulling my shirt down just a bit further. I pause for a moment at the door, then open it. Every eye turns toward me, immediately. I don’t see Lana. I smile, nervously.

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The continuing lighting illuminated the dark house that was plunged into darkness hours before. The low rumbling of the thunder gave an eerie yet erotic electricity to the air. The glowing embers in the fireplace were slowly dying as you sat and sipped your wine, wondering where I had gone.

“I’ll be right back.” I said as I wrapped you in the down comforter and softly kissed your forehead. But that was over half an hour ago.

You looked around as you finished your glass and slid the blanket from your shoulders. Your head spins slightly from the wine as you stand from the couch and head toward the stairs. You reach the foot of the staircase and notice a trail of rose petals leading up the dark flight, with four candles placed in various spots up the stairs lighting the way for you. Tentatively you begin to climb the stairs, anticipation replacing the concern you had felt moments before. The trail leads you down the hallway and into the bedroom. Looking around you see the room is dark except for one candle sitting on the headboard softly lighting the bed. The king size bed is turned down and is covered in the fragrant petals as well. You breath deeply taking in the intoxicating scent of the lavender candle that lights the room. You continue to follow the trail into the master bath. As you step in you gasp at the beauty of the room. Every free inch is taken up by a burning candle. You feel as if you walked into a movie or very least a soap opera set. At least İstanbul Escort 150 white candles lite the room with a soft romantic glow, sparkling playfully off of the bubbles that fill the large 2 person tub.

I step out of the shadows and move behind you placing my hands on your shoulders. You don’t jump, feeling my presence from the moment you stepped in. I lean down and place a soft kiss on your shoulder as I slide off my sport shirt that you had donned earlier to get out of your storm soaked clothes. All you can do is lean your head back and softly sigh as my fingers and lips caress every part of your body as I undress you. I move in front of you, taking your hands, and lead you to the side of the tub. You begin to speak.

“Shhhh.” I say as I place a finger to your lips. “Just relax and enjoy.”

I help you into the tub full of hot but not scalding water. I sit on the side of the tub as I watch your beautiful body disappear in the sea of bubbles. As you sink into the water I reach in and pull out a loofa sponge. Leaning you forward slightly I begin to caress you back with the loofa. I squeeze the warm water over your shoulders and down your chest and breasts, allowing you to feel the warmth of the lavender scented water.

Softly rubbing the sponge along your body, I lean in and kiss your shoulders and neck. Your nipples harden, despite the warm water, under the gentle rubbing of the loofa. I move my lips to your ear and gently Anadolu Yakası Escort nibble your lobe as I move the sponge down your body. I caress your inner thighs with the loofa and slowly bring it up to the center of your passion as you slightly squirm in the tub. I rub your soft lips with the sponge, letting them part slightly allowing me to rub your clit with the semi rough loofa. The sensation on your clit is incredible and you twitch sending small waves throughout the tub. Your breath becomes short and labored as you beg me to touch you. I resist and continue to use the sponge on your aching pussy. I lean in and kiss you as I apply more pressure on the sponge on your clit and start little patterns along it. With the aid of the warm water you are soon shuddering with orgasm, collapsing deep into the bubbled water.

As your orgasm subsides, I kiss you deeply and help you out of the tub. I take a soft towel and start to dry you off, kissing each dry spot as a final approval. I lead you to the bedroom and lay you on the bed covered in rose petals. I delicately kiss you from head to toe being certain not to touch any of your sensitive areas. Your body wiggles under my touch, my tongue running up your calf to your inner thigh. My finger tips trace up behind my tongue as you unconsciously spread your legs for me. I pick up a few of the rose petals and use them to softly brush against your pussy lips. You let out a soft moan from the sensation Kartal Escort of the petals against your soft skin. I let my tongue run along you, tasting you as you begin to get wet again. My tongue flicks out against your clit and you let out a long, loud sigh as your hands fly to my head, holding my face into you. I use my tongue on you, moving it deep inside of you as your legs wrap around my head. Within seconds I have you rolling into another orgasm, your legs and hands pulling my tongue into you.

I pull up from you and begin to kiss my way up your body. Your skin tastes of roses and lavender and your scent is intoxicating as I move my way to your inviting lips. I kiss you deeply as I rub my hardening cock along you. You beg me to enter you pleading that you need to feel me inside of you. I rub the head along you, teasing your clit almost driving you over the edge one more time. I finally give in to your pleas and slide my rock hard cock into your wetness. You gasp loudly as I enter you, driving all the way in one long hard stroke. I grind against you as I hold myself inside, feeling you clamp down on my cock with your inner muscles. I lean up and position myself on my knees as I continue to move in and out of you. I reach up with one hand and play with your hard nipples while my other hand presses just above your trimmed pussy so you can feel the head of my cock sliding in and out of you. Soon we both reach orgasm our bodies shaking against each other as I explode deep within you. Our juices flowing out of you as I collapse on you and hold you close.

We move back downstairs and fall asleep in each others arms in front of the dying fire, the storm slowly moving away, the sounds of the thunder lulling us into a deep sleep.

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Footnote: Arlene, you too are a delicious cunt, this story is dedicated to you. I would enjoy fulfilling you next!

Sutton, England, Chicago/New York Night Club. Friday Night.

I have been drinking some pints, waiting at the bar for a potential tart to have my way with. I notice the most delicious female dancing on the floor with her friends.

What a beautiful cunt! I want her! She’s perfect, she is! This is one hell of a woman! 5’4″ tall, blue eyes, short dirty-blond hair, cute face, hour-glass curves, early twenties with cream-like skin. But wow, she can move her hips! My God I think “To have my cock buried deep inside of a woman that moves like that would be utter heaven”.

She’s wearing a sleeveless cream coloured tight fitting dress. I can see her black lace brassiere as she turns from the side dancing. She shows plenty of sexy leg, beautiful! Dancing with four other friends I conclude “Must be some sort of Friday night after work party”.

I need a strategy. Eventually my cream dress will come to the bar. I patiently wait while slowly drinking my beer and enjoying her motion on the floor. Great things are always worth waiting for.

A half-hour later she’s comes to the bar with her friends. “Yes!” I think. She’s finally taking a break from dancing. I overhear the conversation with her friends. They’re out together for the office Christmas party as a group. Soon they will order drinks.

I accidentally, on purpose of course, bump into my beautiful prey spilling her drink. She looks at me surprised, maybe even shocked her glass having broken on the floor. “Sorry” I apologize with a naughty grin. “It would be proper to buy you another drink” I suggest.

She nods demandingly as I ask her what she’s drinking? “Coke” she replies.

I order her a RUM and coke. She shyly smiles back and accepts the drink. It was my chance, my game and I took it.

Striking up conversation, I ask her all the niceties. I need to find out about her if I am to get into her pants. Her name is Lacey, only 19 years old. She just moved to the London area, from a small town in Kent. She’s living with her aunt and uncle in Croydon until she can find some mates to move in with. She proudly tells me “I started my first Ümraniye Escort real job only one week ago in a publishing office, as a front desk clerk. Lacey is shy, but is enjoying her first night out in London. Her confidence is high, which makes her deliciously vulnerable.

I have found my prey that will be a sheer joy to strip her and fuck her. My strategy is simple basic separation. Separate her from her colleagues, her shyness, her inhibitions and finally the crowd and then she’ll be mine for breeding. These innocent country girls never see it coming. They move to the city young and naïve, rarely on the pill and prepared for what will shoot there way. They go out with work mates, and if you treat them right, get them drunk, you can fuck them silly six out of ten times.

After talking for some time, we dance. I focus all my attention on Lacey and we have become friends enjoying a good time. At twelve midnight two of her friends are leaving, separation is already underway. We chat at the bar between dances spacing drinks and dancing carefully. The plan is working beautifully. Her other work friends keep a close eye on her. By one o’clock I’ve already bought her four drinks, loosening up her sobriety and her sexuality. She is 19, new in town and having a great time clubbing. I must push her on.

The hardest challenge I face will be separating her from her friends from the office. After that she will be mine.

By one o’clock Lacey has enjoyed another strong drink. The drinks, music, dancing are all too intoxicating and irresistible. Her office friends, although not close friends offer to take her home protect her from the wolves. She struggles with her choices but after some difficult convincing Lacey agrees to stay if I promise to get her a taxi back to Croydon at the end of the night. I naturally agree, after-all she just isn’t ready to leave. Lacey is a grown woman, free to choose, her friends finally disappear and leave me alone with my prey, mine for the remainder of the night.

By two am, Lacey is at her maximum; she’s had six rum and cokes through the night. Lacey has lost her shyness, inhibitions and touch with reality. She’s been consumed by the atmosphere. We’ve been dancing slow and tight since her friends left us at the bar. Dancing, I wedge my knee between her legs, pull her ass tight as I kiss her. She lets me dart my tongue into her mouth as we grind slowly into each other. I can taste the rum. Holding her is delicious, she is beautiful, she is gorgeous, İstanbul Escort she is drunk. I want to fuck her, I will fuck her. I know she will let me.

At two fifteen the lights come on, its closing time. We kiss and grind until it’s time to move on. We’ve been tight and close, together since her friends left an hour earlier. She is hot from the contact, I can sense it.

Taking her by the hand, I guide her, lead her towards the door. She stumbles. I slip her quickly through a door. We‘re in the men’s room, in the last stall against the wall.

Both of us leaning against the old brick wall at the end I kiss her deeply. Slowly I unzip her from behind while continuing our kissing and grinding. Her cream dress falls slightly forward and open. I pull her arms out of her dress. Lacey is willingly allowing me to separate her dress from her body.

I kiss her deeply, my hands now cupping her tender ass cheeks inside her dress. Combined with our kissing and grinding motion her dress already freed from her shoulders begins so slowly to slide lower and lower eventually falling into the pool of wetness that lacey stands in. Revealed to my eyes is pure beauty. Lacey’s black lace panties match her brassiere and her name. Her slender torso is perfect; I admire every feature of this creature. “What a perfect fucking cunt before my eyes!” I want to fill her with my seed.

I unclasp her brassiere revealing her firm round young tits. Lacey doesn’t resist, she is dizzy. Her eyes closed, I take her globes into my hands and fondle and arouse her perfect nipples while still kissing her. I am nearer my goal.

I kiss her hard and deep while sliding my hand down and into her lace panties. Her bush is sopping wet. My finger caresses her lips, Lacey is ready. She allows my finger to pass between her swollen lips.

The slow dancing did it, as most always it does. No woman can dance tight for an hour, while drinking heavily and keep her clothes on. Lacey was no exception. The time had arrived. I slowly push her panties down to the floor revealing her nakedness, except her shoes. With help she steps out of her lace panties.

I’ve unzipped myself and dropped my jeans getting ready for pure joy.

In slurred words she asks me if I have a condom. Lacey understands, she knows I will fuck her. She indeed wants to be fucked! “Yes” I lie.

“Not on the pill?” I ask.

“No” she mumbles with eyes closed.

“Perfect, perfect!” are my thoughts, as I smile inwardly. I will not use a condom. Anadolu Yakası Escort I will knock up my perfect little slut.

With my hand I gently lift Lacey’s right leg and wedge her three inch heel onto the edge of the commode. Lacy is prepared, spread open for my joy and pleasure. I hold her tightly around her small tender back, not letting her fall and not letting her go. I position the tip of my cock carefully at her ready cunt lips. Spreading her tight lips open I begin pushing up into her juicy cunt. Lacey moans as I piston deeper and deeper into the depths of her reproductive system.

“Feels good, you stupid cunt?” I tell her.

Only word she mumbles is “Yah”.

What a wonderful feeling, hot tight cunt gloving my cock with a cool breeze against my balls. Slowly in and out I go, as I gradually increase my pace.

I’m fucking Lacey in a stall. This beautiful woman has been separated and reduced to a naked, baby producing slut purely for my pleasure! I bang hard and deep, in and out. Lacey whimpers as I drive up against her cervix with my balls slamming against her ass.

The slut squeals exquisitely as I explode, spewing streams of my potent seed deep into her fertile womb.

I carefully make sure all my seed is planted perfectly within, holding Lacey tightly in place, hands on both her ass cheeks while spewing into her womb. With each throb of my cock I push forcefully forward and up for depth, carefully transferring every drop of cum from my balls into Lacey. Each push is met with a squeal from Lacey as I work hard to knock this cunt up! Life is wonderful!

As I pull up my pants Lacey mumbles “Shit” realizing cum is dripping down her leg, I have filled her cunt, now sloppy with my seed and she knows it, I used no condom.

“Where’s the condom” she feebly asks.

“For God’s sake don’t ask stupid questions cunt” I respond grinning in pleasure. Lacey understands my answer.

I help her dress quickly, her clothes wet from the floor. She’s a mess. As Lacey pulls her panties on I slip her brassiere into my pocket as a souvenir of my victory, my trademark.

The doorman calls a taxi for her after I triumphantly escort Lacey to the entrance of the club. I am sure he wonders why the slut’s dress is wet. But I know. I kiss her good night on the cheek, and leave proudly knowing millions of boys are hard at work searching for her eggs.

Nearly eight months later, in June, I see Lacey getting off the train at Victoria Station. I couldn’t forget her beautiful face. She doesn’t see me, thank heavens!

She waddles carefully walking slowly away from the platform. Lacey has a nice fully developed belly.

During the taxi ride home that night one of the boys had plenty of time to find his way!

I did my duty, very very well!

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Just two beers and then I’m out of here. The barkeep is a squirrely little shit and there ain’t nothing happ’nin in this dried up hotel bar. There’s a tittie bar up the road and I’ll take a cab so when the girls start looking good I won’t need to worry about getting back. I tipped my head back and just as the last drop drained from the mug a hand slid across my lower back and up to rest on my shoulder.

Even though I knew the stool to my left was about to be filled, I looked right. Looked down to the hand that rested on my shoulder. Smooth long fingers, nice emerald ring, and red, long bright red, finger nails. I set the mug down, turned left and watched her slide up on the stool. Her long denim skirt was cut to fit and slit to mid thigh, and left no doubt that they went all the way up.

She was a big woman and I hadn’t even looked past her leg. The western style blouse fit tight to her body. Three or was it four open buttons drew my eyes to a low hung and nicely proportioned pair of un-haltered beauties.

I raised my eyes to meet hers for the first time. Deep black! They were bottomless and tantalizingly cold. Filled with mystery. Her lips were painted in red and a smile spread wide across her face as she recognized my interest.

“Barkeep, set the lady up and bring me another!”

“I’ll have a Fuzzy Navel”

“Be right there.”

“Jim. I’m Jim and you?”

“I’m Martha. Nice to meet you Jim.”

We chatted over a couple of drinks. During that time she never once dropped her hand from my shoulder. She even turned me from time to time just so I’d get a good eye full of cleavage and some times just a glimpse of erect nipple.

She was a local and the barkeep, her brother ( yea the one I called “little shit” ), had set us up. She likes a big man. A man she don’t have to look down on.

“A six foot-one woman has to look hard to find a man that can dance with out slobbering all over my tits”.

“Well honey, did you find what you are looking for?”

“I don’t know yet but if you’d like to go a few rounds on the dance floor?”

I looked around to see if there was a juke box but she had other ideas.

“A cross town. There is a place where we can dance. They have a swing band. If you can handle a big girl that is.”

“Honey, you get us there and I’ll take the lead on the floor.”

She reached over took a hand full of my manhood and gently gave me a couple of strokes as the answer. I nodded my thanks to the barkeep, left Ataşehir Escort a big tip and we departed in her F350 Power Stroke Diesel. Dual rear wheels and all 9 feet of bed. Shit, I hope she don’t play ruff. I’m not sure I could handle her.

In the ten minutes it took to get there she had undone my slacks and was obviously pleased with the size of my balls. Once she got parked she began stroking me with her other hand. I don’t recall when, but sometime during the trip, her blouse had opened completely and I was indulged caressing her rock hard nipples.

“Once these are primed I’m going to treat myself to a big explosion.”

“Honey if you keep that up it will be now not later!”

With that said, she leaned over and sucked the per-cum off its head with a kiss. Then she leaned back and let me suck her tits for a few minutes before we closed up and went into the club. Once inside we simply took to the dance floor. I couldn’t believe it she should have been a hippo but she danced like an angle on a silken cloud. Anticipated my every move and even though she was big I could lift her effortlessly. We glided across the floor like we had been dancing partners for years.

Several sets later she suggested that we go back to her place. She had a nice apartment near by. We were both sweated but that didn’t stop us from taking our time. She sat on the bed while I kneeled in front and unbuttoned her blouse. Her breasts were beauties, attached low on her long body and free swinging as she tried to kick off her shoes.

I had non of that! With her foot in my lap I slid my hands all the way up over the garters to the edge of her panties, the back of my hand rubbed her damp crouch in time with her soft purr and then back down to remove her shoe. She rubbed my crouch with her nylon clad foot while I made yet another excursion. This time I unsnapped the garters and like a condom I rolled the nylon down her leg and off the tip of her toe. Like the first I repeated on the other.

She stood between my legs and the already unzipped skirt slid down her long legs. The black garter belt quickly followed. I almost shot my load as she pushed her musty pussy into my face. Several deep breaths and I was in heaven. The waist band of her panties snapped across my nose and drug across my chin as she forced them down. Or was it me that pulled them down. All I know is that I had both hands full of ass and my face was burred in the best musty pussy I’d ever Kadıköy Escort tasted.

She ground into my face and stepped out of her panties at the same time. I pushed to get her to the bed but she just grabbed my head and plunged me deeper into her crouch. I almost smothered. But, then, what a way to go!

She pulled at my shoulders and I stood to embrace her. We kissed but it didn’t last long before she was at my shirt. It was no sooner stripped off my shoulders and down my arms and she yanked my sweat soaked T-shirt over my head. My trousers slid down taking my shorts with them. I could do nothing as my shoes were stopping me form ridding myself of the trousers and shorts.

She threw me to the bed and took my balls in one hand and my cock in the other. It was already leaking and she had to stroke slowly to keep it from firing right then and there. She turned, spread her legs over my knees and with my cock sliding all over her pussy she undid my shoes and helped me kick off my trousers and shorts.

For a second I thought she was going to sit on my cock and fuck me that way but instead she sat on my chest and played with my balls and cock until I was sure that I would explode. Just as my cum was about to erupt she stopped. She crawled off and while she was bent over I stood and tried to ram her from behind. She didn’t like that! Once she got turned around she grabbed me by the arm pits and threw me to the bed.

Her tits swaying she walked on her knees until her spread pussy was in my face. Her gaping hole was dripping smoldering hot pussy juice all over my face. She took my hand and separated three fingers then pushed them all the way up her pussy. I got the message and I finger fucked her until she pulled them out. I lapped up every drop of pussy juice and wished she would sit on my face until I smothered.

I got my wish. She turned around and mounted my face grinding her juicy meat on my tongue while she jacked my cock. The faster she stroked me the deeper I tried to get my tongue. Suddenly she screamed, her legs cinched my head between her legs. I couldn’t breath but I was still going to cum. My cock exploded in her hand just as she drenched my face in her cum.

I squirmed out from under her just in time to keep from passing out. She slammed me back into position and lapped the cum off my balls and them sucked me until I was fully hard again. This time she mounted herself on my cock and fucked me until she collapsed in Bostancı Escort her second orgasm.

We showered together for nearly an hour. I played with her tits and she my balls. I dropped off to sleep with her rolling my balls between her fingers and another raging hard on. When I woke she was spread eagle and I couldn’t resist breakfast at the ‘Y’. My tongue separated her lips and found her clit. It grew hard instantly and I sucked it until she started to stir. It popped out for a second but then her hands drove my head down. I found it again.

She was ready but she was fighting it. Now she pushed me away.

“I want you. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

I brought my cock to her pussy and aimed it between her lips. Its head slid up and down between the length of her lips some twenty or thirty times teasing her. She raised her hips to meet me and I pulled back. She settled back down and I slid it part way into her. Again she raised up getting almost all of it before I pulled back again. Time and time agin she would raise up to get it all only to have me take it away.

“Please give it to me. Please don’t make me take it from you. Just once I want to be fucked like a real woman.”

I lowered myself to meet her raised hips and drove my cock as deep as it would go. Her pussy sucked me all they way in then relaxed. I pulled back just a little and her pussy tightened. I drove it back to the bottom and, again, waited for her to relax. Agin I pulled back just a little and she tightened. I drove it to the bottom for the third time and waited for her to relax.

Not his time! Her pussy began to convulse rolling its tight grip from the root of my manhood to the tip of its head over and over again. She didn’t need any help. Her pussy was doing everything for me. Hell I was on top and she still had control. Or did she?

Her eyes were shut but that didn’t stop the tears. They rolled down her cheeks like rain drops. She was going to cum and maybe for the first time ever she wasn’t in control and she didn’t want to be. She would cum so would I but neither of us knew which would be first.

In nearly thirty minutes I hadn’t moved my cock. Only her contractions stimulated it. Our tongues were dancing together. I was holding back my load but that wasn’t going to last much longer. Suddenly she extracted her tongue and took a deep breath. I again looked into her eyes and watched the climax come over her face.

“Thank you. Thank you” She whispered.

Her pussy relaxed but it was too late. During the longest orgasm I’ve ever had my cum drained into her. Her tears stopped and a smile came to her face. My cock was drained and it was shriveled yet she remained motionless still under me and hugging me for nearly an hour.

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Sun shone through the blinds, falling on Emma’s sleeping form, and piercing the comforting darkness behind her eye-lids. Rolling over, she groaned loudly, shoving the covers back and pushing her body into an upright position. She sat there for a moment, adjusting to the light before rising and walking over to the window to raise the blinds. She stood there for a moment, in nothing but her underwear, watching the city wake up with her.

She smiled brightly, breathing out a quiet “Good morning” to her hometown. Turning away from the city-scape, she pressed a button on her coffee maker and commenced the morning’s ritual. Thirty minutes later, she was dressed sharply in a dark skirt-suit, black folder under one arm, portable coffee mug in the other. Her golden mane was pulled into a tight twist, held to the back of her head by a hefty jaw clip that still strained against the thick locks. Her make-up was light, a drastic comparison to the heavy mask she’d worn the night before. Pausing in front of the hall mirror, she breathed a sigh of relief at how normal she looked, not even a hint of the monster she’d become the night before showing through her perfectly parted hair and glossy lips. Her one-inch heels clicked smartly across the floor as she rushed out, almost forgetting to lock her door behind her, before heading down and out onto the street.

The morning air brushed past carrying with it the scents of the city. Emma breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of smog, rotting garbage, and passing car fumes. She smiled shaking her head, knowing she killed brain cells every time she did that, but not caring. She hailed a cab and climbed in the first one that pulled up, giving directions to her editor’s office. The cab driver glanced back in his rear-view mirror, a smirk toying the corners of his mouth as he noted how high Emma’s skirt rode when she sat in his back seat. Noticing his eager look, Emma offered a slow, languid smile in return, crossing her legs a little, which hiked the skirt a little higher and almost offered the driver a glimpse of her purple thong.

“You got a big day ahead of you, Miss?” the driver asked, trying to keep his eyes on the road rather than letting them wander to the image in his rear-view.

Emma smiled and tapped her folder to straighten her papers. “Oh, yes,” she said, not offering no further explanation. She knew his type would not want the long-drawn out description. A mere sample kept them interested. She peered up slowly, keeping her observations discreet as she saw the lust flare in his eyes for the busty, high-society woman in his backseat.

“Well, you keep them corporate heads spinning,” he scoffed, pulling over to let her off. Emma only half heard him, as her mind was already reeling with what his back story might be and what kind of woman he’d be interested in. She’d have to play with the idea of a cab driver taking advantage of an upper-class business woman. As a result, she did not respond to his last comment, but simply threw her fare into the front seat and stepped out, rushing up the steps to the front door of the publishing building.

Emma smiled softly to herself as she walked into the lobby, right past Maltepe Escort the new, young receptionist, and onto the first elevator, selecting the twelfth floor. She flipped through the last few pages of her manuscript, hoping she had made the correct adjustments to it before handing it back to her editor. She was just reading the last paragraph, feeling her usual heat rising at the suggestive words, when the elevator doors opened and admitted a young gentleman.

Emma knew her face was flushed and she quickly buried her nose in her paperwork, peering over the edge of it to study the man. He was well-dressed in a black suit with a flashy, red tie and slicked back hair. His stature was firm and straight, suggesting he was man that was used to being in charge. She couldn’t help but feel an attraction to this stranger. His aura alone left her reeling with lust in ways she never had thought imaginable.

He glanced back at her over his shoulder, and slipped her a smile. She smiled back, playing the shy card as the bell dinged and the doors opened onto her floor. She hesitated for a moment and he shifted a brow ever so slightly, a gesture that tickled her feminine desires and teased her need. She looked down at her folder, pretending to be re-arranging something.

“Excuse me, Miss,” he said, his voice flowing over his masculine lips like melted chocolate, “Isn’t this your floor?”

Emma cursed inwardly and was tempted to just let the doors close so she could stay in such close proximity to such a delicious looking stranger, but she knew she was already a little late on her deadline. Sadly, this deadline could not be pushed back any further, even for such a delectable specimen such as this. As if suddenly gaining confidence, she brushed right by him with an air of superiority, feeling his eyes on her back as she sashayed down the hall, taking a left into the office of her editor, Charles Morrison.

Looking up abruptly from his desk, Charles eyed her with a skeptical air. “Darling, you look rather exasperated,” he commented, rising from behind his desk and coming around to greet her. “Have you been up all night again?”

“No, no, no,” Emma said, brushing away his concerns with a wave of her hand, “Just a productive morning of character analysis. I have the manuscript here.” She dropped the folder onto his desk with a dull, satisfying thud. The ball was finally out of her court. She always couldn’t help breathing a silent sigh of relief while also sucking in a panicked breath as she watched her work pass from her hands into the hands of one not yet familiar with it.

Charles eagerly nabbed the folder and flicked it open, reading the bold title aloud; “Sisters in Sin”. His eyes lit up. “Another taboo tale; or are we just going for suggestive imagery here? Perhaps some figurative language?” He began flipping through the pages as Emma took a seat and smiled coyly.

“You could say that,” she offered, though more of an explanation she would not give. “I wouldn’t want to spoil a good story before you get the chance to read it. I am not one to give away an ending, much less the bulk of a thrilling plot.”

Creasing his brow İstanbul Escort in mock frustration, Charles paused, lowering the pages. “You do know how to tease, Emma Perry,” he scolded. “No wonder you don’t have a boyfriend. They can’t stand being mocked and pushed around.”

Emma flashed a bright smile and lounged back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other so her skirt rose again. “No, Charles. The reason I do not have a boyfriend is because all the men that are supposedly within my reach hold no interest for me. They are boring and focused on only one thing. I want a man willing to fight for something more than sex. I want someone who knows how to step up into the role he was born into as the dominant species. I may be hard-headed, but you know as well as I that there is nothing more seductive than a man who will not back down.”

Charles couldn’t meet her gaze as he blushed a little, thinking about his newest boyfriend who he’d left sleeping in his apartment that morning. He nodded slowly, remembering how firm the new man had been. Emma smirked, knowing she had hit a nerve and driven her point home. She rose slowly.

“Take care, Charles. You and your new friend enjoy the latest from my office.” She winked and blew him a kiss as she walked out.

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Michael couldn’t help the fact that he had watched the young woman leave the elevator. He must have seemed like a creep, eyeing her like that, but God, she was so tempting. That tight ass enveloped in such a form-fitting skirt, accented by the little tailored jacket; the way she swayed when she walked; perfect form and rhythm. She was a woman who had a lot of fight in her. The idea of wrestling that fight out of her, and making her submit to his will had Michael very much aroused by the time he stepped out of the elevator. He tried to adjust himself before stepping out, but it was a lost cause and he paraded into the ante-room of his office where his secretary waited for him.

“Good morning, Mr. Sanchez,” she greeted him brightly. Per his request, she had begun dressing in tight, short skirts and revealing blouses. However, that morning, there was something about her that, in his moment of lust after the stranger, left him disgusted. He blew right past her without even noticing her large breasts pressing the black bra against flimsy, white material. He entered his office and slammed the door shut, beginning a raging pacing across the room and back again.

Obviously this woman was in affiliation with one of the small businesses that rented space in the building. He thought hard about the floor plans, noting she had gotten off on the twelfth floor. ‘Let’s see,’ he thought, cursing softly, ‘what’s on that floor?’ Punching a button on his desk, he tried to keep his tone flat as he said, “Stacy, get me the floor plans for the twelfth floor of this building.” He was not a man to be kept in the dark. He would find out all he could about this mystery woman or else be driven to lustful madness.

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Emma got home relatively early, and dropped a few grocery bags on the Anadolu Yakası Escort counter, along with her coffee mug before taking the time to kick her shoes off and peel the pantyhose from her legs. She smiled, wondering if Charles was cuddled up to the new boy, reading her story yet. She knew he shared her work with whoever happened to be staying with him at the time and while it was against the rules, she really didn’t care at all. Any amount of exposure meant that later, that someone might buy the book, and tell others about how great it was, thus expanding her rather small fan base.

She sighed flopping down on the couch. No sooner had she closed her eyes for a quick catnap, than her cell phone rang. She peered at the screen, noting Charles’ number flashing in bright, rainbow figures. She smiled and answered it brightly, “Already done?”

“Oh my GOD,” the man’s bubbly voice came gushing over the speaker. There was no denying this man’s orientation, Emma thought, rolling her eyes as she smiled. “Emma, this has got to be your best work yet. My friend read it after I had finished, and while he said there were minor adjustments to be done, he agrees you are going places, girl. He said he has a brother who owns a major publishing company and would be interested in taking a look at this. He said it may be just a short story, but it has potential beyond the magazine stage. I told him you had longer versions in progress of all your stories, which was more of an assumption, but I am hoping it was closer to the truth rather than farther.”

Finally noting the pause for breath, Emma cut in, her voice shaky as she slowly let everything sink in before asking, “You mean, I could be a published author, as in novels on pages between hard covers?” Her voice was barely above a whisper as she tried to contain a scream. “As in, scheduled book signings, and my picture on the back cover, and interviews in the magazines rather than a little section to cram a quick orgasm into?”

Charles laughed loudly and Emma fell back, still stunned. “That’s exactly what I mean girl. All you have to do is let me send the man a sample of your work, finish up your FULL manuscript, and presto, you could get published. My friend, Andrew, has already set up a double date for us next week so you can meet the guy.”

“Wait,” Emma stopped him, finally snapping out of her almost-comatose state, “Did you say ‘date’?” The muffled stuttering on the other end was all she needed by way of answer. “Charles, you know I hate dates period, let alone blind dates. What the hell? Do we have to call it a date?”

“It’s dinner with a lonely rich guy who could make you famous,” he countered. “Don’t you think you can suffer through one dinner? It’s not like he’s going to want to take you home or anything.”

Emma rubbed her temples in frustration. She had a strict policy against mixing business and pleasure, but if it meant getting out there and getting recognized for her talent… She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “Alright fine. When and where are we meeting?”

“Oh you really are such a dear,” Charles exclaimed, then he proceeded to give her the address of a rather high-end restaurant on the other end of town with instructions that she get gussied up and be there at exactly eight p.m. on the dot, lest she lose the biggest chance of her life. After a mushy good night, she hung up and flung herself back into the couch. What was she getting herself into?

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Sebastian (22 yrs.) is ranked number

1 in the “Professional Bull Riding” (PBR). He stands at 5’11” who looks like a thin pole. He’s one-strong cowboy though who is ready for the, “Unleash the Beast” rodeo event. He drew the bull, “Tender-Foot” for his first ride. He’s the only cowboy who rode this bull last season.

Elise (20 yrs.) is a local rodeo beauty queen (35-24-30) who has dark-red hair. She wears a white cowboy hat that matches the western shirt. Her tight wrangler jeans are tucked into cowboy boots. The queen, “banner sash” hangs over the shoulder.

Elise sits inside the arena box with other beauty queens. She searches for Sebastian whom she follows on his, “Instagram” website page. All of his shirtless photos show off those 6-pack abdominals. He likes to wear those basketball shorts with his cock dangling underneath.

She’s excited as Sebastian climbs on, “Tender-Foot” inside of the bucking shoot. The bull is set loose who jumps high and wild. Sebastian is thrown after 10 seconds who is flipped back into the bucking shoot. His helmet hits an inside rail who drops onto his left shoulder. He rolls over to stand up on his cowboy boots. He earns, “zero points” who doesn’t make it to the second round.

It’s the second day of the bull riding event. Sebastion sits in the bleachers wearing a black cowboy hat, wrangler jeans and cowboy boots. His fingers unbutton the western shirt and the right-hand rubs the left shoulder.

Elise walks up to him and asks, “How’s your shoulder Sebastian?”

He looks up at her, “Hi, I gotta bruise.”

She Kartal Escort says, “I’m Elise. Does it hurt?”

He answers, “It’s just sore Elise.”

She asks, “Can I rub your shoulder?”

He’s surprised, “Why…, miss rodeo queen. You hardly know me.”

Elise smiles and opens his shirt to look for the bruise. He lets her do it. Both of her hands gently rub his shoulder and Sebastian closes his eyes.

He whispers, “That feels good.”

Later that night inside of Sebastian’s Ford truck. Both him and Elise are on the passenger side with the door closed. The small ceiling light is turned on as fog steams up the windows. Both of his hands are tied to the window rack with her banner sash. The western shirt is unbuttoned with his 6-pack abs showing. His boxer shorts and wrangler jeans are pulled down to the cowboy boots.

His eyes are closed with the mouth dropped open. Elise still wears her cowboy hat. She leans over with both of her hands tightly squeezing his 8-inch cock. Her wet lips cover his engorged cock-tip. The tongue has been licking his tip for some time.

He jerks his head, “Uh-Ahhhhh.. Uhhhhh.. Ahhhh.. W-Work… Little-Sebastian.”

Her tongue moves to the right side of his tip and licks hard.

His hands yank on the sash, “Right-There… Right-There… Uhh-Ahhh.. Uhhhh.. Uh… Ahhhhh.”

Both of her hands keep gripping his shaft as she enjoys the licks.

He replies, “Uh-Fuck… Ahhh-Fuck… Lick-It… Lick-It-Good.”

Her mouth lifts off of his cock-tip.

She whispers, “Are you close Pendik Escort Sebastian?”

He breathes, “Y-Yeah… I’m gonna.. Cum.”

She says, “My Ex-boyfriend… Calls me a whore.”

He asks, “H-He does?”

Her wet lips cover his cock-tip and she starts licking again.

He breathes, “Are you a… Whore?”

She lifts off of his cock again and answers, “Only if you call me one – at the hotel.”

He says, “Oh-Okay… I will.”

Her wet lips clamp over the cock-tip and the tongue licks more.

Sebastian begins fucking her mouth. She drops the hands from around his shaft.

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust…. His thickness pushes into her wet mouth.

He explodes, “Gawd-Gawd.. Uh-Ahhhhhhhhhh… Uhhhhhhhh… Ahhhhh-Fuck… You-Made-Me-Cum-Fast.”

30 minutes later inside of the hotel room. The curtains are closed. One lamp-light is turned on. A computer laptop sits open on the table. It plays bull riding on the ESPN website. The volume isn’t on.

Shirts, jeans, underwear and socks are piled up on one chair. Belts and buckles fall over cowboy boots under that chair. His cowboy hat sits on the floor near the bed.

Sebastian and Elise are naked on top of the bed. They’re both in the missionary position. She lays on her back with the dark-red hair hanging loose. Her legs are spread open with knees bent. He’s wearing her cowboy hat and leaning over in between those legs. Both of his hands are placed on the bed near the sides of her waist.

He looks down at his fat cock that’s buried inside of her thick-red Göztepe Escort bush. He’s only 5-inches deep as his, “shaft-veins” throb. He’s been pushing inside fast and hard. Not all the way in because she’s tight.

He grunts, “You’re a filthy whore… Aren’t you?… A filthy whore.!!”

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

She replies, “Yes-Yes-Unnnhh-Unhh-Unnnnhh.!”

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

Her titties jiggle wildly.

She screams, “Yes-Yes-Yes-Y-Yessss..!!”

He says, “You-Nasty-Whore.. Nasty-Fucking-Whore.!!”

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

Elise jerks her head back and forth.

She says, “Yes.. Gawd-Yes.. Y-Yes.. Yessss.!!”

Sebastian smiles down at his shaft pushing in and pulling out.

He grunts, “Fuck… You’re-One-Tight… Whore… Whore.!!”

Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust-Thrust.

She replies, “Uh-Unh..Unnh-Unnnhh..Damn-You.”

He closes his eyes and pushes inside a few more times.

He grunts, “I’m Cumming… I’m Cumming… You-Fucking-whore.!!”

His body stops and he explodes, “Uh-Uhh-Gawwwwwdd.. Guh-awwwwdd.. Ahhhhhhhh… Fucking-Gawd.!!”

His cock stays inside of her as she leans up. They kiss deeply.

Sebastian says, “Fuck… I never cum this fast.”

Elise replies, “Because you like fucking whores.”

He smiles.

His thick shaft pulls out of her slowly.

The next morning. There’s a knock on the door. A woman yells, “Cleaning Lady.!!”

Sebastian wakes up quickly and throws over the bed covers. He climbs off and his naked body staggers toward the door. He opens it to a crack.

He says, “Give me a few minutes.”

The door closes and he walks back to grab his boxer shorts. He slips them on and notices, “red hickey’s” all over his abdominals.

He laughs, “You fucking whore.”

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This is a work of fiction. No person in this story is based on or relates to any living person.

The activities described in this story are imaginary and are neither condoned nor recommended by the author.

*****

Monique falls for just the right guy.

She strode into the bar, looking as though she owned the place. We get plenty of chicks here, but she was exceptional. For a start she was tall, about six foot in her heels I reckon, well built with curves in all the right places. She was well-dressed in a cream low-cut blouse, moderately tight black skirt finishing mid-thigh, sexy fishnet stockings and black four inch or so heels. She oozed confidence and sexuality and, with her waist-length blonde hair neatly fastened in a ponytail down her back, drew the attention of every man in the bar.

“What can I get you, Ma’am?” I asked as she positioned her tight derriere on a bar stool.

She looked at me as though I was a less than salubrious insect and asked for a bloody Mary. I mixed this and handed it to her, exchanging it for a fifty and finding the change for her from the till. She took a sip, grimaced, then turned her back and surveyed the bar. Nothing or nobody seemed to attract her attention, so after pushing out her chest and flaunting her 36D boobs, she turned back to me.

“What do people do for a good time in this hick town, mister?” she asked disparagingly.

“Whatever they damn well please,” I replied disdainfully. I was certainly in no mood to allow this brazen hussy to get the better of me and I certainly wasn’t going to pander to her snobbery.

My answer obviously took her by surprise, probably not used to receiving as good as she got, I thought, and she turned back to me and smiled for the first time. The smile almost made her look like a human being.

“So what would you do for a good time, mister whatever your name is?”

“My mother called me Randolph but most call me Randy. I am sometimes too. What’s yours?”

She smiled again, her smile lit up the whole bar. I noticed that many of the patrons had stopped their talking and the pool games they were playing and were watching the pantomime taking place at the bar.

“Monique,” she replied softly.

“So what’re you doin’ in this hick town?” I asked, using her term for the place.

“Just passing through, thank God. How about you?”

“Well, I was born here and have lived here all my life, so far,” I replied. “I guess you could call me a local.”

“OK, so where can I get a reasonable room with a comfortable bed and a decent meal?” she asked.

“Yeah, I’ve got all those at my place. Wanna share?”

She looked at me as though I was less than dirt and for the first time appeared to be at a loss for words. Eventually she overcame her repugnance to tell me that she wasn’t that desperate. She turned back to the bar again and a couple of regulars came up for refills, nodding politely to Monique, who studiously ignored them.

A vehicle pulled up outside and a moment later Sheriff Bruce Forlong walked in for his regular evening pint. He stopped as he entered, obviously taken aback by the stunning blonde at the bar. He walked slowly towards me and greeted me as I pulled his usual pint.

“Good evening,” he greeted Monique, “I’m Sheriff Bruce Forlong. I hope you’re enjoying the hospitality we offer in our little town.”

Monique’s demeanor changed radically as she replied.

“Good evening Sheriff. Yes, so far I’ve found my brief stay in your little town, as you put it, to be tolerable.”

“That’s great. If you have any problems just let me know.” He glanced around the barroom and moved a little closer to her, lowering his voice. “They’re a pretty basic lot but their hearts are in the right places.”

“Thanks for that, Sheriff. Right now I need somewhere reasonable to stay. All I’ve had so far is a ridiculous offer from Randy, which, of course, I refused.”

“Well, we’re not really on the tourist route here so there really isn’t anywhere set up to cater for tourists. However, if you wished, I live alone since my wife died and you would be most welcome to stay in one of my three spare bedrooms.”

“Hmmm,” replied Monique, considering the offer, “I guess if that’s the situation then I might just have to accept. Thank you for your generous offer.”

“You’re most welcome,” replied the Sheriff, “And please, call me Bruce. I’m off duty.”

“Thank you, Bruce. Is there somewhere I could eat first please? Where would you recommend?”

“Well, actually you’re standing in not only the best eating place in town, but also the only eating place. I eat here every night and would be honored if you would join me for dinner. Can I buy you another drink first?”

Monique thanked him, I poured another bloody Mary and together they walked to a table to await Fran, our waitress. I watched as the bar atmosphere returned to some semblance of normality, the locals obviously discussing the new arrival and the way in which Sheriff Bruce had apparently Göztepe Escort tamed this renegade filly.

After dinner, Sheriff Bruce and Monique left the bar together, Bruce giving me a wave and a wink as he walked out, and drove off, Monique following the Sheriff in her own flash European import car.

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The following Sunday Bruce and I sat at home and discussed life. Needless to say, our discussion turned towards happenings after he and Monique left the bar a few days before.

“Huh, bloody bitch,” said Bruce heatedly. “Biggest cock tease I’ve ever met.”

“Oh? You want to tell me what happened or is it still too tough to talk about?”

“Well, you know I’ve been real down since Mary died last fall. My sex life has been zilch. Can’t do much around here with everyone knowing everyone else’s business. I also still feel almost duty bound to be faithful to Mary even though I know she’s gone. However, when Monique arrived I thought maybe she’d been sent somehow to look after me. The thought even crossed my mind that just maybe Mary was looking out for me from wherever she is now. Stupid, I know.

“Anyway, we got home and I took Monique in with me and showed her around. She chose a spare king size bed and changed into more comfortable clothing, as she said. When she came out I expected her to at least be dressed in clothes, but she appeared in sexy lingerie with an almost transparent gown over it, tied with a bow just above her breasts, the nipples of which were clearly visible. She sat down next to me, really close, and placed her hand on my crotch, giving me a kiss on the cheek. She thanked me for the bed and said she’d really like to pay me somehow for the accommodation. Obviously I thought she meant she was available for sexual congress, so I put my arm around her and we started fondling each other in an intimate manner, if you get what I mean.”

I nodded briefly.

“As the evening drew on she became more forward and soon had my cock in her hand, jacking it slowly while I was about to start removing what little coverings she had to really get down to business. Suddenly she just yawned, and stood up, telling me that she’d had a long drive and had a long drive again tomorrow so she was off to bed. I obviously thought this was code for me to follow her and have a night of loving, but when I tried to follow her I found she’d locked the door. I called out to her and she just told me ‘Good night’ and that she might see me in the morning.

“You can imagine how I felt. I was sexy as hell, frustrated to buggery, ready to fuck anything on two legs, yet at the same time I had this guilty feeling about betraying Mary. I crawled off to bed and slept very poorly that night. Next morning I heard her moving about so thought maybe now she would be more refreshed and more receptive, but was mistaken. She’d been awake for a while, was dressed in her travelling clothes and invited me into her room without hesitation. We kissed and cuddled, feeling each other in most erotic ways, and I was just about to make my move and remove her skirt and panties when she jumped up, said she had a long way to go today, thanked me for the accommodation, picked up her bag and headed out the door.

“Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather. Once again I felt cheated; very aroused, ready for a great time with a gorgeous chick and then nothing. Never trust a woman, that’s my thoughts on the matter. They’ll lead you on then disappear, leaving you horny and angry. It’s only today that I’ve calmed down a bit, but if I ever meet her again I’ll certainly tell her exactly what I think of her.”

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Monique pulled into the city and drove into the entrance of her apartment block. She flipped the keys to her Audi to a parking valet and took the elevator to her suite on the 23rd floor, with beautiful views of the city, coast, and foreshore. She walked in, accompanied by the porter carrying her bag. She showed the porter where to put the bag, tipped him generously, closed and locked the door after him then collapsed onto the bed, sobbing her heart out. She felt terrible. She hated herself for leading poor Bruce on then rejecting him. He was, she knew, a really nice guy and deserved better than that. She would have loved to have made love with him all night but had deliberately chosen to ignore that opportunity in favor of leading him on and frustrating him, punishing him for things that he, personally, had not done.

Her mind went back to her mother in the Paris slum, when she was only very small, and when men would come and beat her mother, for what she did not know, while she hid in a cupboard until they had gone. At that young age she hadn’t known that her mother was a prostitute. All she knew was that her mother had sent her away with a friend who then raised her as her own child. The only lasting thing she had of her mother was the memory of her insistence that she must never trust a man.

Her İstanbul Escort thoughts came forward to her failed relationships, to the men who had mistreated her, had hurt her both physically and mentally, who had abandoned her after she had mistakenly trusted and loved them. She remembered the exact moment when she had decided that this would never happen again and that she vowed to seek revenge on all men for the wrongs these men had done to her. She felt the bitter anguish boil inside her as she used her energy to maintain these vengeful thoughts. Another wave of tears flooded through her as she thought about her hopes and dreams of a stable, loving marriage with a few gorgeous children; hopes that were dashed by being betrayed by the only man she had ever really loved. She had chosen to protect herself against further heartache by never allowing any man to get close to her again.

Yet that was not enough. Her vow to punish men had led her to entice them into compromising situations and then dump them, often, as in the case with Bruce, against the wishes of her body and the rational part of her mind. She would have loved to have been held, cuddled, and made love to by Bruce. He seemed a very genuine person, sad after his family tragedy, two lone spirits who had met, with the means to comfort each other, yet her drive for vengeance came between them and she left him lonely and frustrated, as she herself had been as she drove away. One part of her asked how long this must go on; the other part, the hurt part, the controlling part, answered forever.

Slowly she pulled herself together, washed her face, rang down for some dinner, opened a bottle of wine, and ate and drank the evening away, alone. Tomorrow would be early enough to face the world as she returned to her job as the prize bitch courtroom defence attorney, defending the scum of the earth, or so she viewed them, men who she had never met yet who she hated for being men.

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The legal seminar had been long, dull and boring but at last it was Friday and she was on her way home. Monique was ready for a cocktail, dinner and then a good sleep in her own bed. Another hour and the flight would land, meantime, even in first class, she had to have someone placed next to her. He hadn’t tried to get her into conversation or, worse, to hit on her, yet. Actually, the lonely part of her thought, he looks a real nice guy. He seemed to be deeply engrossed in a book he was reading which, from the brief glance she’d had of its cover, appeared to be something to do with alternative energy, an area of interest for her but only from the legal perspective.

He looked at his watch and grimaced, then turned to her.

“Do you have the time please? My watch has stopped. Probably a flat battery, I guess.”

“Yes, that happens,” she replied, “It’s 5.30pm. I guess that watch batteries have to run down sometime, usually at the worst possible time.” She chuckled.

“Yes, guess so. My name’s Aidan, by the way.”

“I’m Monique,” she replied with a smile. He’s not really so bad, despite being a man, thought her lonely part. She looked at his hands; no rings. Doesn’t mean he’s not married but maybe . . .

Don’t be crazy, chimed in the bitchy, vengeful part of her, still hurt after all those years, he’s a man; his only use to you is as a target. Still, target, lover, friend, whatever; maybe he could be useful.

“That looks like an interesting book you’re reading,” she said.

“Yes it is. It’s pretty technical but definitely interesting. Alternative energy’s a really hot topic right now and the basic problem is that people have believed what they’ve been taught about energy, without giving quantum physics a chance to be developed.”

“So are you a scientist or something?” asked Monique, intrigued by this guy despite herself.

“Engineer, actually, specializing in the design of prototype alternative energy systems. We have one that seems to be producing energy from thin air at present. If it could be developed it would certainly revolutionize transport. What field are you in?”

“I’m in the legal profession,” replied Monique.

Time went quickly as they talked and grew to know each other a little better. He’d had a failed marriage, his wife walking off with another man, and for the first time Monique found herself telling another man about her failures in the relationship area too. Aidan listened sympathetically, but without pity, putting her traumas into perspective and pointing out the learning that she had been offered by these so-called mistakes.

“You know, they say that there’s no such thing as a mistake; it’s only a learning opportunity,” he told her. “So I wonder what learning opportunities you’ve had from all those so-called mistakes.”

Monique didn’t reply, but sat quietly as she thought about his comment. The hostess came on the PA system and told them they would be landing in a few minutes and the usual landing preparations they Anadolu Yakası Escort should make.

“Are you a local here or a visitor?” asked Aidan.

“I’m a local, and you?”

“I’m visiting for a few days. Want to see an old guy who has been pottering in my field for many years and has made a few remarkable discoveries, which, as usual, nobody believes. It’s amazing how the credibility of a person seems to depend so much on the position he holds in his work or society. Who knows how many potential discoveries have been ignored due to this.”

“Where are you staying?” asked Monique.

“I haven’t booked ahead; it was a last minute trip because the guy was reluctant to see me so made the visit for only 24 hours ahead. Where do you recommend?”

“Well, I live in the city and have a few spare bedrooms if you want to bunk down there for the time you’re here.” It was out before she even thought; spoken words that could not be retracted.

“Thank you, Monique, that’s a very kind offer and I would love to accept if you’re sure that’s OK.”

She had a chance to back out, but just as she thought that, she heard herself say: “Yes, of course that’s OK. It will be a pleasure to have some company for a change.”

The plane landed and Aidan and Monique went through the normal formalities, collected their baggage and Monique led him to her car.

“Wow!” exclaimed Aidan, “An Audi R8 Spyder! What a car. What did you say you did again?”

“I said I worked in the legal system,” replied Monique, “Actually, I’m a defence attorney, and a very good one so I’ve been told. The DA hates me, so that’s a start.”

They climbed into the car and Monique quickly threaded her way through the traffic, arriving shortly at her apartment building, tossed the keys to the valet and together Monique and Aidan took the elevator to her apartment. She opened the door and invited Aidan inside. The lights of the city were just twinkling on and the coastline was still visible in the twilight.

“Wow, some apartment,” commented Aidan.

Monique led him through to a spare bedroom.

“You can use this room while you’re here. There’s an ensuite bathroom so you can freshen up and come out to the lounge for a drink when you’re ready. What’s your poison?”

“Jack Daniels thanks if you have it, on the rocks.”

“Done. See you in a few minutes.”

When he arrived in the lounge Monique was already seated on the sofa with her shoes kicked off, bloody Mary in her hand and his drink was on the table in front of the available seat on the sofa. Part of Monique was screaming at her for even having him in the apartment, let alone allowing him to sleep here, and especially indicating for him to sit next to her instead of in a chair on the other side of the room. However, in the last couple of hours she had become accustomed to ignoring that part of her.

“Thank you,” acknowledged Aidan, sitting beside her. “This is a wonderful place. You live here permanently?”

“Yes, it’s just so handy. I work just down the street, five minutes’ walk, car parking is safe and easy, as you saw, meals are good here with a wide choice of menus. So what would you like to order?”

She handed him a menu and he quickly chose the steak. Monique ordered for them both by phone, confirming how he liked his steak done.

“Look, let me pay for the meals at least. I feel I need to make some contribution for this luxurious accommodation, terrific company and wonderful dinner.”

“It’s all a bit complicated really,” explained Monique, “I simply put everything on my bill and at the end of each month it’s automatically deducted from my bank account. I never see the money. So treat it as a present.”

The bitchy part of her was having convulsions. Monique smiled inwardly; I’ll show her who’s boss, she thought. About time I took control of me rather than letting me be run by a dysfunctional inner self.

The conversation flowed freely and easily as they sipped their drinks until their dinners arrived and they sat at the table to eat. Monique opened some wine and poured them each a glass as they chewed meditatively, made small talk and admired the view up the coastline. Once dinner was over, they retired to the sofa once again with coffee and liqueurs and the conversation changed also as they found themselves talking of lost loves and betrayal, expanding on the past emotional traumas they had started discussing on the plane. Monique found that Aidan was the first man she had been able to talk with about her past relationships, and that he was sympathetic and knowledgeable about interpersonal interactions. She valued his male viewpoint also, a viewpoint she had never heard before as she had been unwilling to listen to men in the past. Already she recognized that Aidan was changing her, or rather, she corrected herself, she was changing in response to Aidan. She realized the subtle difference was important.

By the end of the evening they were sitting close together, her head on his shoulder, both with eyes wet and red rimmed from tears, unshed until tonight. They both realized they had stored up a great deal of hate, jealousy and fear and that this coincidental meeting and subsequent open and honest discussion had been unbelievably cathartic.

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John and his family (his wife Sarah and 4 year old daughter Rachel) recently moved into a new house on a little street we can call Neighborly Way. Many people brought them welcome packages and seemed like wonderful neighbors. It is a fairly affluent area and they were happy to be a part of it. A few of these neighbors — or at least the wives and daughters — will play a role in this series of stories. The names have been changed, but given full names to keep the stories straight.

First are Laura and Jeff Smith. The Smiths are the same age as John and Sarah – middle 30s — and have two little kids, 4 but a serious “I really want to be with you” request much like a high school girl might plead with a new boy she desperately wants to be around. John felt a bit flustered and his blood was heating up just a little from the shock and the intensity of this encounter.

Laura felt the same way. Her insides turned every time she saw John. Her eyes had never strayed too far from Jeff. She was a loyal girlfriend in high school and college. She was always a loyal fiancé and wife. But John was so different from Jeff. Jeff is built like a Ken doll. John is built like an olive-skinned Italian construction worker even though he works behind a desk all day.

Laura lingered for a just a moment with that same intense look, and grip on John’s arm. Then she let go and walked down the stairs. It was more of a swagger or strut than a walk. John noticed Laura’s perfectly shaped ass as she happily bounced down the stairs. When she was at the bottom, she gave a quick, coy glance up at John as she rounded the corner. She had a smile on her face, John was certain he saw it.

John tried to put things together. Laura was a very happy, bubbly woman. He had seen her act very friendly toward other people as well. This was probably just her typical personality. He shouldn’t read too much into it. Laura reminded John of the very nice cheerleader — the one that was the most beautiful on the squad. Not the mean spirited, but very hot and dirty cheerleader every team had. She was probably everyone’s friend in high school and college. Nevertheless, John was a bit worked up and decided to return to his work in the bathroom.

Laura had butterflies in her tummy after the encounter upstairs. She had to take a deep breath to compose herself before she went back outside to sit with John’s wife. She knew she probably crossed the line up stairs and was not at all subtle with her advances. She hadn’t felt tingly like this over a boy, or man, in a long time. She couldn’t remember if she ever felt like this before.

From the second story bathroom window, John could peer down at the girls talking on the deck below. He saw Laura return and strike up a new conversation with his wife. He couldn’t really hear from up here, but he could see. Actually, he could see quite well. Laura was wearing a halter top and the tops of her breasts were just barely exposed. From this angle he got a much better look at the cleavage between them. John noticed he was rubbing the large rock hard lump in his pants that had formed earlier from Laura’s touch.

“What the hell am I doing?” John thought to himself — or had he mouthed it out loud? “Screw it,” he thought again. “I’m going out there.”

John brought out a pitcher of lemonade and some glasses. The two girls were very happy with this and giggled a little. John noticed they had already hit a bottle of wine hard, and were on their second. It was maybe the wine talking for Laura before. Either way, she greeted John as if she hadn’t seen him earlier and had a great big smile and hello for him. Laura took a chance and also gave John a hug.

John awkwardly returned the hug to Laura. He wasn’t quite sure how to react. Sarah didn’t really balk like John expected, so he was subtle and quick about it. Laura again repeated that she hasn’t seen him in a while, and was happy John joined them, all with a hand on his wrist. John felt that lump in his pants returning, so he quickly turned away to pour himself a glass of lemonade. “Scotch is more like what I need right about now,” he thought to himself.

Laura was feeling very sure her advances were welcomed. The wine helped greatly in easing her inhibitions. John’s body was like a rock. She couldn’t wait to get another hug from him no matter how wrong the purpose for it.

As the summer month dragged on, this cycle repeated — Laura visiting with the kids, John now joining the women, wine flowing freely, and always a big hug Anadolu Yakası Escort hello and goodbye from Laura. However on a recent occasion, Laura added a gentle peck on the cheek to the hug. John instantly felt the lump in his pants pop forward. He knew Laura could feel it too; she could, and it sent heat pulsing through her each time she felt it. This time it seemed like her hug lingered for just a few seconds too long. Laura mouthed “bye!” with a wide smile from her mouth and eyes. John was fairly certain at this point these actions weren’t just an overly friendly personality, but directed at John specifically.

It made sense though that Laura might be lonely. Jeff was away a lot with his friends or brothers. In the winter it was ice fishing and climbing; in the summer it was camping and hunting. He was very tight with his three brothers. Jeff opened up to John about their trips once inviting him along. Jeff was very drunk after a summer party and said much more than he should have.

Jeff did go away with his brothers. And they did do the things he said they were doing. However, their trips often involved other women. Women they knew, women they met while on the trip, or strippers/prostitutes they took along with them for just the weekend. This was a tradition going back to high school with the brothers and although three of the four were married, they couldn’t seem to stop themselves.

After hearing this information, John thought it possible Laura knew, or had an idea, about what was going on. At the very least, leaving your wife alone most weekends to go out with siblings must have disheartened Laura.

Of course Laura had an idea these trips weren’t always just about getting together with the guys. She imaged some shenanigans knowing how the brothers were. She had heard rumors of Jeff cheating in high school, but she never caught him. She heard whispers about Jeff’s bachelor party — or bachelor week — in Las Vegas, but no one would talk about it. Jeff was a good father though and Laura seemed blissfully happy in her ignorance. But now that she started having feelings toward John, the doubt crept into her mind and she used that as the excuse to relief the guilt she felt.

***

While Jeff was away one weekend, the bathroom sink began to overflow. Laura called John in a panic to come help. As John was gathering some tools to go over he asked Sarah if she wanted to bring their child. Rachel had just gone down for a nap though, so he was going alone.

The sink fix was pretty simple. John pulled a large hair ball from the drain trap and everything was working again. John and Laura cleaned up the water together and it didn’t take long for things to get a little more comfortable between them. A bit of playful water splashing and towel tossing had broken the ice. Laura reached back to toss a soaked rag at John, but he caught her arm before she could launch it. They both laughed for a second and stopped.

John wasn’t releasing Laura’s arm. Instead he slowly brought it down and pulled her a little closer. Laura took a step forward and leaned in closer to John. He removed the soaked rag with his other hand and tossed in the sink. He still held Laura’s arm though, but softly now.

Laura reached up slowly, almost unsure of herself, to touch John’s chest. Both could feel their hearts racing. Both were taking shorter, more intense breaths. They stared into each other’s eyes as they seemed to somehow, ever so slowly, inch closer to one another.

John reached up to Laura’s face with his free hand, gently brushing back her wet hair. His fingertips and thumb traced the outline of her cheekbone, jaw, and ear. Laura’s mouth parted open slightly as she felt her entire body start to burn inside. John ran his finger tips over her lips and Laura let out a quiet, sensual gasp at the touch.

John lowered Laura’s hand to his waist finally, freeing their hands now. John followed the same pattern on Laura’s face with both hands now, slowing stroking and tracing over her beautifully casted shape. His hands finally settled behind her head entwined into her thick, blond hair.

Laura’s hand followed John’s sculpted body from his stomach to his chest. She couldn’t look in his eyes anymore; she was feeling too many emotions. She was like a timid high schooler again, embarrassed and a little shy. Her mind, heart, and lungs were all racing trying to keep up with this new stimulation.

Laura’s hands finally made their way to the back of John’s neck and Pendik Escort she felt John pulling her closer still. She knew where this was leading. Their lips would meet in just a few more seconds. The anticipation was killing them both, but neither of them could bring themselves to move any faster. And they both liked how slow and torturous and new this was.

“John,” was all Laura could quietly gasp out as he pulled her head to his and their lips gently met for the first time. Laura gasped again as he kissed her, and she drew in a deep breath while her knees weakened. They stood there in the bathroom ever so gently kissing. They seemed to be in perfect sync together. Their lips parted and moved without a break. Their tongues gently met at the entrances of their mouths. Each pulled the other closer as the passionate exchange escalated.

Their bodies came together tightly as they embraced, each one lurching forward to get closer. John instantly became rock hard from the heated exchange. His cock was bulging again beneath his pants. Laura felt this immediate response from John and groaned in her throat. She was as turned on by the pressure she felt pushing into her pelvis as she was knowing she was the reason for his instant arousal.

They were lost together as their tempo increased and the pressure from both of their holds pulled tighter together. Their lips were more wanton with each second as their lust mounted. Their tongues delved deeper into each other’s mouth with each breath. This would quickly spin out of control, but neither of them wanted to stop; not now, not ever.

“Mommy, can we go outside?” came a little voice from the doorway.

John and Laura gasped with freight at the sound. John quickly spun around putting his back to the child, while Laura did the opposite facing her and moving her hands over her lips and face to try and cover up what she had been doing. She was gasping for breath after being caught.

“Yes! Sure, we should go outside so John can finish up in here.” Laura said in a panic.

The child turned and walked out of the room and Laura let out deep, spastic gasps. John pulled his hands up to behind his neck and rubbed. They both were thinking “what did we just do?”

“I’m so sorry,” John finally broke in.

Laura continued to try and catch her breath. There were tears in her eyes and she couldn’t turn around to face him. Her eyes never left the spot where her child stood. John turned around finally and began to gather his things to leave. He turned to look at Laura but she hadn’t turned around yet. He stared at her back unsure if he should console her, apologize, or just get the hell out.

He decided to just get the hell out and started walking toward the door. Laura caught his hand just before he was out of reach. He slowly turned his head and she pulled him back to face her. She looked at up at him after a moment and collapsed into his arms, her face buried in his chest and let out a crying sigh. He held her there for a moment before he felt her kiss his chest and step back. She was staring at the ground and finally pulled her head up to smile weakly. She walked him out the door.

John walked back with his head spinning. “That was so fucking stupid of me.” He was beating himself up. It was dumb cheating on his wife. It was terrible cheating with a married woman. And it was so unsafe with her children right in the house. “That was a mistake,” he thought. But he couldn’t lie to himself that his heart and mind were still there in the bathroom locked in that kiss.

Laura was equally shaken. She was upset she had let things get that far, but the feelings in the moment were more special to her than any she could remember. Even her wedding day kiss. But how could she be so reckless to do this at home where her kids could find her? She was as upset over getting caught as she was by the feelings, and pure lust, she felt for John.

***

Two weeks past and John and Laura saw each other a little, but didn’t talk about what happened. Their contact had been in public social circumstances so there was no chance to relive the moment anyway. They were not awkward or shy around each other though. When Sarah invited them to an upcoming party, Laura said she would have to talk to Jeff because she was unsure what they had planned.

In the two weeks between the kiss and now, both John and Laura had a lot of time to think about what happened. John was remorseful, but was extremely attracted to Laura. She was beautiful, Kurtköy Escort and after that kiss he lusted for her every day. If he had any free time to himself he would have masturbated to that moment they shared. Unfortunately he wasn’t afforded any time alone.

Laura also obsessed over that kiss. She felt a little guilty for cheating on her husband, but knew now that he wasn’t everything she had ever hoped for in a man. She started to accept the stories she had heard and the things she felt about his time away. She wasn’t in denial any more. When he was away, and the kids were in bed, she did think about that kiss she had with John. Her body burned and longed to be with him again. She would lay in bed alone, close her eyes, and dream about that kiss and more. As her fantasies built, so did her desire to be with John.

To satiate that need, she found herself running her own hands over her body imagining it was John. Her hands would run down her neck, over her breasts, down her flat tummy, to her shaved little mound between her legs. She imagined John pinching and rolling her nipples in his strong hands as her own hands acted this out. She imagined John gently rubbing her between her legs, as her hand was now doing. She imagined John entering her, first with his fingers, and then the giant bulge he hid in his pants. She imagined this as her fingers slowly entered her own moist, burning cavern.

Masturbating like this embarrassed Laura. She never needed to relieve herself like this. But the deep lust she felt for John gave her little choice. She felt she would explode if she didn’t have this outlet.

Laura brought herself to quick climaxes each time she ran through her various fantasies with John. Each time her hips would begin to buck up, her hands forcing her fingers deeper and more quickly into her hole. Each time her other hand would roughly rip and pull at her own nipples sending shockwaves through her body. She would lurch up as her body shock from the explosive force of her orgasms. Her teeth would clench holding in the force of her screams, only letting out harsh grunts. She repeated this every chance she had alone.

***

John and Sarah were planning for a large house warming party now that they were fully unpacked and moved in. Family, friends, and neighbors were invited on a beautiful summer day. The weather had been perfect for an outside party, so after the obligatory tour of the house, everyone was enjoying the yard.

Laura wasn’t sure if she would come. It was so difficult seeing John. She felt like everyone could see how much she wanted him. She focused on how she interacted with him thinking every action was being recorded. She also knew she couldn’t let an opportunity to see him slip past her.

She decided to go to the party and dress to impress John. Even if he didn’t respond to her, so wanted to be sure she gave him a wonderful view. She bought a new outfit just for the party: a light blue sundress; matching black panties and bra; and light blue, 4″ high-heeled sandals. She even manicured and painted her fingers and toes. While putting it all on, she decided the bra was too much given the dress. In fact, no bra would work so she abandoned it altogether. She decided that without a bra, maybe she would be a little dirty and forgo the panties altogether as well. No one would ever see. It made her feel sexy, very out of character.

John was a little shocked to see them all arrive. He didn’t think Laura would come after what happened between them. And Jeff usually avoided these events and did just about anything else. He certainly didn’t look very happy to be there. Jeff dropped in a patio chair next to the beer and relaxed alone. The kids all played together.

John spotted Laura and his heart sank to his stomach. He gulped hard as she turned and saw him. She was amazing, perfect. There wasn’t a more perfect looking creature at the party, or maybe on Earth. Her blond hair was up in a bun at the back of her head. The straps of her sun dress sat delicately on her waifish shoulders exposing her long, think neck. A couple of small beauty marks accentuated her neck even further. The dress clung tightly to her tall but lean frame. Her pert B cup breasts pushed gently out from the front as the dress closed in around her tight waist and flared out just a bit over her small perfect ass.

Then her legs — long, slender, and smooth ran down to ankles which led to her gorgeous feet. John found himself staring at her feet. Never really obsessed with feet, he couldn’t take his eyes off of Laura’s. Her toes were perfectly cut and painted. Her high-heeled sandals shaped her feet perfectly and lifted her legs and ass into an amazing position. John caught himself staring and with his mouth open to boot.

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Another long day at the office had Shel’s shoulders balled up and tight. She stretched her neck to the side and squeezed her traps. She needed to finish a few more things then she’d be done for the night. She took a deep breath and went back to work.

“Are your shoulders a little tight? Let me help.” Jake, appearing out of nowhere, massaged her shoulders with his big strong hands.

“Oh, thanks, that’s nice Jake, but I’m okay” Shel moved away from his touch. She liked Jake but she didn’t want him touching her.

“No, please, I want to” and he continued to squeeze her shoulders and rub her back. Shel admitted to herself that it felt good but she didn’t think it was appropriate for her co-worker to be touching her like this.

She got up from her desk and out of his embrace. “Thanks, Jake, it’s really okay. I’m going to go get some water.”

“Wait” he said and grabbed her arm. “You’ve been working so hard lately, Shel. I’ve noticed how late you’re staying and how early you’re coming in. You could really use this. You’re under a lot of stress.”

“Well, the Colsworth project is in full swing, you know how it goes. It’s almost done, I’m fine, really.”

Jake grabbed her waist and pulled her to him. He firmly placed his lips on hers. Shel pushed him away. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Jake didn’t let go .

He placed her onto her desk and pinned himself Şerifali Escort against her body. “Come on Shelly, you know you want this. I’ve noticed how you’ve been eyeing me lately. Wearing those pretty little skirts and lipstick. Don’t deny it.”

“Jake, I’m a married woman, happily married. Get the fuck away from me!” She attempted again to push him away but he held her too tightly. He roughly placed his lips on her and she tasted a clean, minty smell on his breath.

She couldn’t deny that she was attracted to him. She had been giving him little glances here and there though she hadn’t thought she noticed. She’d been working late and hadn’t seen much of her husband, Paul. He was also working and traveling a lot. They were both home this morning, though, and they only had a few minutes before having to rush off to work. She could still feel his sperm swimming around inside her.

“Jake, no, please stop. I can’t do this”. But he had already had his hands at the hem of her skirt, hiking it above her waist. She felt herself get moist though she tried to stop it. He rubbed up against her with his erection bulging through his pants.

“Shel, don’t resist, you know you want this. I know I really do. Nobody has to know.”

She tried again to push him away, she couldn’t do this to Paul, it would devastate him. She lifted her knee in aim for his balls but his reflexes İstanbul Escort were quick. He grabbed her leg and wrapped it around his waist. He quickly unzipped and pulled down his pants in one swift movement. He grabbed her other leg and wrapped them both around him and swiftly stuck his hand in her crotch to move her panties to the side.

He entered her hard and fast with a powerful thrust. She grunted in surprise. He gave her 3 hard thrusts. “Just to warm you up” he breathed in her ear. His dick was big and fat, his width filled her entirely. Much different from Paul who was long and lean.

Jake changed from thrusting to long, slow movements in and out of Shel. She felt her sloppy mess of wetness and she knew there was no turning back at this point. He slid out touching her clit with the tip of his dick and then back in. Damn, this felt so good. She capitulated and took off her shirt, exposing her breasts, nipples erect with excitement. Jake gently reached up and fondled them, turning her nipples in his hands before leaning down and gently suckling one.

“I had always pictured your nipples in my mind as a soft pink but look how brown they are. Brown is the color of wild girls. God that’s sexy.” He suckled the other breast and continued his slow movements in and out of her.

He moved her office chair out of the way and laid her on the ground, slipping Ümraniye Escort off her panties. He kissed her mouth, soft and gentle like his lovemaking.

“You are so gorgeous, do you know that?” he said as he stared in her eyes.

He re-entered her softly and Shel opened herself to him. She let out a gentle “mmmmm”, a moan that Jake echoed in a primitive growl. “Ahhhh, grrrrr”. The sound was raw and primal, animalistic. She found it so sexy that it sent her body over the edge. Her body stiffened underneath him as orgasmic waves seized her body, her legs tightening around him as she drank in the pleasure.

Realizing Shel had cum, Jake quickened his pace and moved inside her harder and deeper. “Oh my god, you feel so fucking good, like nothing I’ve felt before”. Jake felt like his cock was immersed in warm honey, sweet and sticky. He released inside of her, a volcanic eruption that was so powerful he was sure it would blow a hole through her skull.

This was always Shel’s favorite part of sex, the throbbing of the man’s orgasm as he poured his seed into her. And the thought of Paul and Jake’s cum intermingling inside her made her feel so dirty, so naughty. And she loved it. The very thought created another orgasmic tidal wave, this time more intense than the first. She felt the shock shoot through her uterus up to her head and reverberate throughout her body so even her toes quivered. She had never had a multiple orgasm before.

He kissed her forehead and pulled out of her.

“So, how are your shoulders feeling? Any better?” He winked as he placed his hand on her belly. “I’ll be your stress relief anytime you need it.”

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A psychologist finds himself overpoweringly attracted to a client with an addiction to sex with older men. This story has a lot of sex in it but the ending has a real hot twist.

It was not as if he hadn’t encountered extreme sexual addiction before. After all he was meant to be an expert in dealing with all kinds of addiction. He had experienced being aroused by a client in the past. He had been engaged on many occasions to counsel attractive clients. He had treated so many models and actors with personality disorders and who were frequently narcissistic that he could barely count. He had made a fortune writing books about some of his more extreme clients. He had managed to control his own attraction and the client’s transference to him even when they had tried to seduce him in the small private room where he consulted.

What was different about this client was how she seemed to touch a nerve with his own life problems. At nearly fifty Marcus’ own marriage had dissolved in boredom over a year ago and despite his debonair good looks and the endless offers from women of all ages who seemed to stalk a single professional male Marcus still felt the loss of his marriage worse than any bereavement. He was a world class psychologist and prize winning author who specialised in addictive disorders gambling, drugs, alcohol even sex so to the world he had to present an air of control and peace with the world. It was only when she came to see him that his confidence in all this fell apart.

The first time she stepped into his rooms he was dumbstruck, Heidi wasn’t just beautiful, she was breathtaking. A petite blond with an almost perpetual teenage figure and youthful quality about her face, but she was neither just a pretty face nor just a luscious body. There was something else about her. She had an angelic quality about her clear smooth complexion that seemed to radiate purity and glow with youth and vitality. Her shoulder length honey-blond hair was like shiny silk and glistened as light caught it. Her blue eyes were large and entrancing and her perfectly proportioned face with pouting, red cupids bow lips and tiny ears and nose was the stuff of mythological descriptions of fairies and goddesses rather than an earthly women. Her body was exquisitely proportioned, rounded with enticing curves and seductive tautness. Full, round, pert breasts spilling from her low cut tops, slender waist, long shapely legs and the kind of cock-achingly deliciously, proportioned pert ass that turned heads and had all eyes glued to her whenever she went.

The first time he saw her he fell hopelessly in lust with her like so many others as he was to discover. Heidi sat opposite him crossing and un-crossing her legs nervously, her movement drawing attention to her short dress and shapely legs.

‘Relax Miss Honeyton you don’t have to be nervous of me. I’m here to help.’

Marcus said kindly in his most fatherly tone. She uncrossed her legs and squeezed her knees together and with a relieved expression sank back in the chair.

‘Thank you Doctor it’s just when you looked at me then I thought well… Its men your age that are my problem, I’m kind of well addicted to having sex with older men and for a moment I started to think I’d like to have sex with you too. Maybe I should have gone to a female Psych only everyone said you were the best. I need your help I’m sorry I am worried about my behaviour. I can’t seem to control the urge to…’

She sighed as if relieved to have let all of her troubles be aired in one long breathless confession. Marcus smiled at her and paused in thought for a moment to reconcile the situation and the feelings he was immersed in. A beautiful young babe who was addicted to fucking the brains out of older men was in his office alone with him. He hadn’t had sex for over a year and her presence and revelation was already making him forget his ethics whilst the growth in his pants was thinking independently of his ethical mind anyhow. He cleared his throat and glanced quickly at the wall that held his PhD in clinical psychology and his fellowships and psych society memberships. He took a deep breath.

Miss Honeyton, call me Marc most people do. Do you mind if I call you Heidi?’

She nodded to the affirmative and smiled.

‘Now I am going to use hypnosis to relax you and get you to tell me the story of the origin of your behaviour. You will feel better doing it this way. It may take a few sessions but I think we can get to the source of the problem. And in the process I’ll also try to help you feel good about yourself and see your behaviour as something you can have some control over.’

He began speaking in the monotone he used for hypnotic induction and he was surprised how easily she slipped into the trance he led her into.

‘Heidi tell me about the first time you had sex with an older man.’

‘He was my ex boyfriends father. I had broken up with the boy a few months before and was heartbroken and went to visit him and he wasn’t home. I was 19. I had plucked up courage to go and see him Anadolu Yakası Escort again and was totally convinced if I fucked him then we could get back together and by the time I got to his house I had already had sex with him in my imagination a hundred times. I was unbelievably horny. When I got there the object of my desire wasn’t there. He was out with his new girlfriend. I’m not quite sure what possessed me but I flirted with his father and we chatted like old friends. He was so sweet and understanding and let me cry on his shoulder. We drank a bit too much wine and then something happened. I must have given him a real signal that I wanted him. He was brushing tears away from my eyes and hugging me and then he said:

‘ You’re such a pretty girl I don’t know how Adam could give you up. Oh my, are you thinking what I’m thinking?’

He put his hand on my waist. I murmured a ‘Yes’ as he pulled me towards him and rotated me so he was pressed against me from behind. I was as horny as hell and I liked what he was doing to me. He began kissing my naked shoulders and I leaned back as I felt the tingling sensation of the desire I had held for his son. He was athletic 5’10” tall and the kind of blue-eyed innocence of a much younger man. He must have been in his late forties. I felt him press against me and felt the warm growth of his cock against my ass. He moved his hand to my breasts and began fondling them through the soft thin bra and top I wore and teased one of the nipples until it stiffened and pushed against the silk enclosure. His kisses, fondling and hardening cock reducing me to breathless panting. His other hand hoisted my skirt revealing the pink string bikini panties that were gathering dampness as he continued to squeeze my nipple and press against me.

‘God you’re a pretty little girl. God I’m so hot for you.’ He groaned in my ear.

His hand slid to my panty front and felt the wetness gathering there and caressed me until I began to shiver.

‘Do you want me?’ He panted.

All I could do was moan as he began to touch my clit through the flimsy panties. I came in moments shivering and panting as he continued to fondle and caress me. One orgasm became another then another he seemed to know just how I liked to be touched and where.

‘I bet you’re as tight as a virgin I can’t wait to fuck you.’ He said.

And with that, he slid my panties aside from behind and began to release his cock to fuck me. We couldn’t have waited if we’d wanted to, I was so horny as he hurriedly pulled his aching cock from his pants and guided it into my hot wet pussy. I spread my legs and leaned against the wall as he entered me urgently and fucked me excitedly as I leaned forward against the wall his cock pounding into me from behind, my hair tossing about like a rag doll as he fucked me hard and deep.

I was in heaven I had never been fucked so immediately and so urgently. My experience with men had only been with boys fondling me in cars and clandestine liaisons on single beds. Mostly they were in a powerful hurry to get inside me a few hot thrusts and then an explosion. This was my first man. After he brought me to a series of orgasms that seemed to blur one into the next he pulled from me and turned me around and fucked me facing me like a pile driver. When he finally came in me I felt his unearthly thickness erupt in me like a volcano my pussy ached for him to explode deep inside me and when he did I held him deep until his erotic moans and shivers subsided. He collapsed on top of me panting and moaning like he’d just won a marathon. For me he had. I wanted to do it with him again. I saw him for quite a while afterwards and we just fucked lots and it was just as good. I still see him occasionally only now I see lots of other guys too! I like the way he made me feel, the passion the urgency and also the tenderness.’

Marcus was nursing a raging hard on after Heidi’s session. It seemed that every description of orgasms and fondling she spoke about caused her to touch herself and she had actually orgasmed once during the description. She had reached down and slid her hand beneath her hem and revealed the hot pink bikini panties she wore that were just like the ones she described in her story. They were damp from her excited fingers. Marcus brought her from the trance slowly and made her adjust her clothing before bringing her to consciousness.

‘That was quite a session Heidi. I can see how this behaviour started now. It seems to have something to do with you being rejected by other men or losing a relationship. I’m not a Freudian but I have to ask is your father still alive? And did you have a good relationship with him?

‘No I’m afraid my father died when I was about 14 and I idolised him so did my mother. You don’t think it has something to do with him. He certainly never abused me he was the sweetest man on earth.’

‘No, no I’m not trying to suggest that but it may be that you are looking for that kind of solace that kind of fatherly understanding and somehow sex got mixed up Bostancı Escort with it. People often confuse love and sex and so often intimacy turns into sex when it should perhaps remain just that cuddles.’

Heidi was crying at the memory of her father and Marcus comforted her. ‘We’ve come a long way today Heidi I think we need to continue soon can you make another appointment in the next few days? I like to do intensive contact first and then space it out?’

Heidi agreed to come the next three days in succession. Marcus showed her out and then collapsed in his chair wondering at the feelings he experienced and the overpowering attraction he felt for her. On one hand he wondered how he would survive the next three sessions on the other he longed to see her again.

The next day she arrived dressed in a skin-tight red halter dress that showed her bare shoulders and long shapely legs. It displayed her magnificent breasts to perfection cupping them tightly and plunging low around the delicious halter held together by a single strand of shoestring silk. The dress clung to her like a second skin. In a few moments Marcus had the petite beauty back in the trance that revealed her history unfold like a long erotic story.

“I met my next older man at a party. I was 20. I had just broken up with my boyfriend and I was a little bit drunk. I had known this guy as a client at work and then met him at a girl friends party. I think getting off with me was the last thing on his mind I had to encourage him. I had been horny as hell all day. I get like that when I’m not in a relationship and I normally masturbate but that night I felt like the real thing and I was determined to get it. Somehow an older man seemed like a safe option for a no strings attached fuck. I was quite overt about it I had been flirting and teasing him all night. I made sure he got the best views of my rising hemline and could ogle my boobs on countless occasions. When the time came when I had encouraged him to take me for a walk in the garden we stopped and I turned around and I simply leaned forward and began caressing the short hair at the nape of his neck, kissed him sweetly and whispered seductively in his ear.

‘I happen to like older men a lot. They are so gentlemanly but when a girl kisses you like this it means it is Ok to touch her. You can stop being a gentleman and start being my lover. It means you can touch me if you like, I know you want to.’

We kissed wetly and he held me like I longed to be held, pressing hard against me/ His hands struggled to caress me. I could feel he desperately wanted to touch me and when his hand cupped my ass cheek I panted in his ear in an encouraging moan.

‘Mmmmmm yes.’ I let him enjoy the subtle warmth of my ass and felt his hand disappear beneath my short hem and feel the soft shiny surface of my panty clad buns. His other hand more confidently found the exposed flesh of my breasts as he cupped one and squeezed the nipple through the bra and top. All the time my kisses grew more excited and more urgent. I took his hand from my breast and kissed the fingertips sweetly and guided it to front of my panties so he could feel the dampness erupt there and as if in automatic pilot he found himself masturbating me as I leaned forward and kissed him sweetly again. He felt the tingling sensation that drove him to shiver with passion once more.

I could tell he felt his cock awaken as if from a dream and every blood vessel fill with blood and thrill and the excitement of my wetness and kisses. The spine tingling thrill of my fingernail tickling his neck sent him into a cold sweat of deep want and he slid his hand onto my breasts feeling the nipples harden as he cupped them eagerly. He wanted me badly.

‘You really are quite special. I like the way you look at me. You make me feel so good. I want to make you feel good too, better than good. I want to show you I appreciate you. I want to make love to you. Would you like that honey? Take me home and make love to me.’

He broke from the embrace and we found his car and drove to my apartment as fast as we could. In the car I leaned against him and whispered in his ear and kissed his neck as he drove. I reached my hand down and touched his swollen pants.

“Oh my you are so big now I can’t wait to play with it and feel it inside me.”

I fondled his hugeness and unzipped him unfurling his cock, stroking constantly. He was big I could barely get my hand around it and stroked it until he began to pant. By the time we reached the apartment and had kissed urgently in the elevator and again at the doorway he was delirious with passion.

We tore at one another’s clothing until all that remained were my bikini panties. He reached down to them and felt my moist fold through the sheer silken fabric until it was drenched with the moisture of my arousal and I was begging him to fuck me with his fingers. He inserted first one then two fingers into me. Feeling my hot tight cunt squirt and the walls close tightly round his fingers as I moaned in pleasure Erenköy Escort and screamed for more. He slid more fingers into my tight pussy he wanted to make me cum over and over again and repeatedly teased and masturbated me. He had an all-consuming desire to taste more of me. I could tell he was very excited almost on the edge of cumming and as my own pleasure grew in intensity he found his own desire grow exponentially. I kissed him urgently.

‘Eat my hot wet pussy baby. Make me cum hard. Make me so hot for you I scream for it!’

For Marcus it was as if he was the man in her description it was so real. AS she spoke in the room each time she described the man touching her she touched herself. Fondling her breasts through the fine dress fabric and thrusting her fingers at her exposed panties until they were damp.

Marcus loved the sound of her voice talking dirty, urging the man in the story to please her urging him to push his long thick cock into her must have occupied every fantasy he had. This lucky guy was fucking a young beauty whose body dripped sexual allure, whose exquisite breasts and ass trembled beneath his caress and whose super tight cunt begged him to feast on her spectacular ambrosia. It was like he was a voyeur witnessing her whole sexual history. No longer was he in the plush office with the sexually addicted beauty but he was watching her seduce this older man. An older man he wished so much to trade places with.

Heidi described in some detail how he gently kissed her sopping wet panty-covered pussy with such restraint that she shivered with each touch of his lips and he sucked at her folds tenderly through the sheer fabric until she began to tremble in desire, pulling the delicate silk aside. How he kissed her clit with a touch so gentle she began to cum and flickered his tongue around it until the orgasms intensified and squirted her sweet ambrosia into his face. How he greedily swallowed her nectar savouring her taste and scent as it coursed through his senses and intoxicated him. She described every aspect of how he slid his tongue vigorously around her folds parting them and lancing his tongue into her tiny hole letting the copious juices run down the crack between her legs. She continued to tease the nape of his neck sending chills though him as she ground his face to her succulent vulva. He thrust fingers in her once more as he suckled her erect clitoris greedily imbibing her mouth-watering honeyed juice intoxicating him until he could stand barely stand the desire that filled him. His cock was bursting with desire.

She described how he could barely drag himself away from the sweet delight of her sexual perfume, her succulent tastes and the pleading cries from her perpetual orgasms. He wrenched himself from her pussy and kissed her tenderly once more.

‘Do you want to fuck my hot tight lil’ pussy darling? Mmmmmm baby I’m aching to have that big old cock inside me. Yummy, yummy I want you to fuck me sooooooo much.’

She told how he spread her legs and looked at her beautiful blue eyes glistening with passion, she smiled and reached down to slide her panties aside and beckon him to her. Every detail was like a movie of her sexual life in graphic detail.

Heidi reached down and held his cock and guided it to the drenched folds of her hot shaved pussy. He swirled the tip around her clit and labia until she began to shudder with pleasure and his tip was glistening with her moisture. He pressed it against her tiny tight opening and she winced a little breathing rapidly, then holding her breath until she relaxed a little then he pushed a little further into her and he paused and then withdrew a little pushing the head of his cock into her and out of her in short strokes. She began to get increasingly excited as he increased the tempo of his sexy rhythm. Her juices began to spurt with excitement. He kissed her tenderly and she resumed touching his neck with her fingernail. He caressed her breasts lovingly; pinching the nipple hard until she winced from the pain each stroke inside her went deeper and deeper until he encountered the resistance of her super tight opening. The pleasure of her youthful pussy closing around his aching cock like a soft wet vice. She gasped and shouted.

“FUCK ME I WANT YOU INSIDE ME!”

He pushed into her hard until his distended cock slid deep into her velvet wetness. She squealed in pleasure as his throbbing tip touched her cervix and he thrust into her deep and within moments she was having a spectacular orgasm. Her pussy erupted like a volcano spurting hot fluid and clamping around his engorged cock like a vice. She screamed like a banshee and bucked furiously at his pounding cock. She bit his neck hard and raked his back with her fingernails like an alley cat on heat. He felt her hand caress his balls and fondle them; her fingernails grazed his swollen pouch sending tingles of electricity through him igniting every nerve ending with the intensity of her pleasure. Her cunt gripped him like a moist friendly hand and she urged him to fuck her harder and faster. He teased her to the edge of orgasm time and time again only to withdraw from her until she was begging for his return and each time he did he plunged deeper and harder into her until she exploded in fits of screaming, bucking gyrating orgasms.

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