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My car trip from Indianapolis to Chicago couldn’t have happened on a more beautiful day. It was early June, and the sky was cloudless and gloriously blue. It was very warm, but comfortably so, without any of the brutal humidity that often came with summertime in Indiana. I headed up the interstate with the top down on my dark green Chrysler Sebring, rock and roll blaring impossibly loud from the radio so I could hear it over the sounds of the wind and road noise.

I was feeling great. I loved having the warm breeze on my face and the sun on my shoulders as I drove. I had one long strand of hair that stubbornly wouldn’t stay in the clip I was using to keep my chestnut brown mane out of my face, and it whipped around wildly, hitting me in the face and tickling my neck.

I was on my way to Chicago to spend the weekend with my best friend, Allyse. Allyse and I graduated from Indiana University together two years ago, and soon after graduation she took a job in the Windy City as the manager of a trendy downtown boutique. I went back to my hometown of Indianapolis and went to work as an advertising manager for a local newspaper.

We vowed to remain the best of friends despite the 200 miles that now separated us, and at least once a month one of us would make the drive to the others’ home and spend the weekend. It was my turn to make the trip, but I didn’t mind at all. I couldn’t wait to see Allyse. I always had a great time visiting her, and she loved showing off her new hometown, taking me to the various restaurants or nightclubs she was constantly discovering.

I had taken off work at lunch time, and traffic was still very light so I was making good time. With any luck I would make Chicago before rush hour.

I entertained myself as I drove by checking out people in passing cars, and if there were any cute guys I would give them my sexiest smile and maybe a little wave. I loved to see if I could get them to acknowledge me in return, and usually they did. I played my little road flirting game often, and I was delighted whenever I’d get a honk or sometimes a guy would even try to signal me to take an exit.

I never did pull off to talk to someone, even though I was sometimes tempted. For the really enthusiastic ones, I would often slide a strap off my shoulder or undo a couple of buttons on my blouse, depending on what I was wearing. I got a thrill out of showing a little skin to complete strangers.

I knew it was probably a little dangerous, but so far I’d never had any guys take it too seriously and try to follow me or anything. Somehow the hint of danger made it even more exciting and I enjoyed it all the more because of it.

About half an hour outside of Indy, I first saw the trucker. He had his driver’s side window rolled down all the way, giving me a clear view of him. He was by far the best looking guy I’d seen today, or for that matter, he was the most attractive man I’d seen in quite some time. Of course, I could only see him from the shoulders up, but my imagination made the rest of his body every bit as good as his face.

He had close-cropped dark brown hair, and a strong featured face that was perfectly proportioned and completely masculine. As he gazed down at me from the cab of his truck, I could see that his eyes were icy blue and piercing. I favored him with my best smile, and he returned it with a grin of his own. His smile seemed to light up his face like the sun coming out from behind dark storm clouds, and I could see that he had straight, white teeth. To me, an attractive smile was always a desirable feature. His grin seemed both boyish and mischievous at the same time, and I was immediately intrigued by the handsome truck driver.

He was driving a bright red Freightliner, pulling a trailer with giant tomatoes painted on the side. I paced the truck for quite awhile, staying directly beside him and trying to give him a really good look at me.

I put on my best flirting show for him. I took off my sunglasses, pretending to rub my eyes, and I looked up at him with a smile so that he could see my entire face. My eyes are wide and chocolate brown, and I’m always being told that they’re one of my best features, so I naturally wanted him to have a look at them.

I pulled a tube of bright red lipstick from my purse and applied it carefully to my rather pouty lips, part watching the road, part checking my coloring job in the rearview mirror, and part surreptitiously checking to see if the trucker was looking. He was. When I finished with the lipstick, I rubbed my lips together slowly and sensuously, blotting and blending the color. Then I wickedly licked my lips, running my tongue suggestively over them and wetting them.

I was wearing a peach colored tank top held up by tiny spaghetti straps, and with a contrived shrug I managed to slip one of the straps off my shoulder and I let it hang tantalizingly off to the side. Even though my breasts are quite large and I should have been wearing a bra, şirinevler escort I had dressed comfortably for the road trip and I hadn’t bothered to put one on. Now I was extra glad that I hadn’t. With a couple of well-placed brushes of my arm, I had my nipples standing at attention and clearly showing through the thin fabric of my top. I moved to the beat of the music from my radio and my tits bounced enticingly as I shimmied.

I was clad in white denim shorts, and I knew that in my sitting position quite a bit of my tanned thighs were exposed. I caressed my thigh with my fingers, trying to make it appear to be an unconscious gesture, doing my best to draw his attention to my toned legs.

I knew I was being shameless, but I loved the way his smile grew larger and more predatory as he watched me tease him. It was obvious that he was enjoying my little show.

I wanted to keep my car next to his truck, but I had a van behind me that apparently wanted to get around me. With a disappointed sigh, I stepped on the gas and pulled in front of the truck so the van could pass.

I regretfully decided that I had teased the poor trucker enough, and despite the fact that I was enjoying it immensely, I sped up and began to put some distance between my car and the truck. I gave the trucker a little backwards wave as I pulled away, and I laughed delightedly when he gave me a replying blast of his horn.

As I drove on, I couldn’t help looking in my rearview mirror until the truck was out of sight. I also couldn’t keep myself from fantasizing about the sexy trucker. I imagined climbing up into the truck, and stripping naked for him in the sleeper cab before he fucked me senseless. I could feel myself becoming genuinely aroused as I ran various erotic scenarios starring the driver through my mind. I giggled happily to myself as I realized that I could actually feel myself getting wet between the legs.

Not ten minutes later I reached what appeared to be a massive traffic jam. I was forced to bring my car to a dead stop, and in front of me I could see nothing but an endless line of cars and trucks stretching out to the horizon. I was in the left lane, and I briefly toyed with the idea of moving over to the right lane that seemed to have the shorter backup, but I quickly decided it would be useless. Nothing on the northbound side of the interstate was moving at all, and I noticed that there were hardly any cars passing by on the southbound lanes either.

Oh great, I thought. So much for getting to Chicago before rush hour. By the look of things I wasn’t going anywhere in a hurry. Several minutes ticked by, and the line of traffic still had not moved even an inch. With a disgusted sigh, I turned off my car’s engine and settled in for what appeared would be a very long wait.

Cars were stacking up behind me in the left lane, and now the backup in the right lane was almost even with where I sat. I was more than a bit surprised when the red Freightliner driven by the gorgeous man ground to a halt directly next to me.

The blue-eyed trucker gave me a friendly smile, and above the sound of his rig’s idling engine, I heard his deep, masculine voice. “Hello there,” he said, nearly shouting.

I just had to laugh. Here I was, stuck in traffic right next to the man I’d been teasing, and there was absolutely nowhere I could go to escape him. “Hi,” I replied sheepishly, “looks like we’re in for a long wait.”

“Yep,” he said, his blue eyes flashing with good humor. “I heard on the CB that a truck hauling some kind of hazardous material dumped his load about three miles ahead. Both northbound lanes are shut down, and only one southbound lane is passable. We’re gonna be here for a loooong time.”

“Well,” I said loud enough to be heard over his truck’s engine, “at least it’s a beautiful day. This would be really lousy if it was pouring down rain.” I did my best to sound nonchalant.

“That’s true,” he replied, “if it was raining you would have the top up on your car and I never would have gotten such a nice look at you!” His tone of voice and the expression on his face told me he was amused.

I felt myself blushing. He knew that I had been having fun flirting with him, and he wanted me to know that he knew.

I grinned at him, my eyes meeting his gaze directly. “I guess I wanted you to look. I was sure checking you out, too,” I admitted.

“No harm in that. I can only hope you liked what you saw,” he said, his face growing more serious.

“Oh, there’s no doubt about that,” I said sincerely. I hoped I wouldn’t regret what I said next. “You know, you’re welcome to come down here and sit with me so we won’t have to shout. If you’d like to talk, that is. To help pass the time.”

I laughed out loud as he threw open his door, climbed down, and got into my car in less than 10 seconds flat. “Thanks,” he said, “we would have gone hoarse if we’d kept shouting at each other for very long.”

He stuck topkapı escort out his hand and introduced himself. “My name is Paul Scovill. It’s a genuine pleasure to meet you.”

I shook his hand and replied, “Glad you meet you too, Paul. I’m Kim Matthews.” I met his gaze directly as I spoke, and although I didn’t think it was possible, Paul was even more handsome close up. His eyes were strikingly blue, and his smile was warm and friendly.

His body was even better than I had imagined, and even though I tried not to be too obvious, he had to know that I was checking out his form. From the few seconds I saw him standing upright when he was getting into my car, I could see that he was fairly tall, at least 6 feet, and was nicely proportioned. He appeared to be nicely muscled, but not overly beefy. His shoulders were broad, and his arms were strong-looking and toned. It looked like he definitely worked to keep himself in shape.

Another thing about him that I noticed immediately were his large, manly hands. I had always had a thing for guys with big hands. I am very petite, and something about having a guy’s large hands moving over my small body is such a turn on for me.

I could see Paul giving my body the once-over as well. His gaze moved from my face down to my breasts where he paused for a moment. A quick glance downward explained why. My nipples were still rock hard and straining against the filmy peach colored fabric of my top. His inspection continued as he cast his eyes downward over my stomach to what he could see of my legs. When his gaze once again met mine, I thought I could see approval and even longing in his eyes.

We began to talk and get acquainted, and I was delighted to find that Paul was extremely intelligent and well spoken. He was 27, only 3 years older than me. He told me that he was originally from St. Louis and that he’d been driving a truck since he graduated from college. When I asked him why he decided to drive a truck for a living instead of using his business degree and entering the corporate world, he told me that it was simply because he had fallen in love with driving. He had intended to only drive for a year or two at the most, but he found he loved the freedom of the open road and he enjoyed the variety of scenery he passed each day. He said he could no longer picture himself wearing a suit and being chained to a desk at some company somewhere.

I told him a little about myself, about my job and about things I liked to do. He wanted to know where I was heading and I told him about Allyse and my frequent trips to Chicago.

Gradually, the conversation turned other people in our lives. I found out that we both liked to date, but that neither of us was involved in any serious relationships. “One of these days, I’ll settle down,” Paul told me, “but being on the road so much makes it kind of hard to get serious with anyone right now.”

With a sly grin, Paul said, “I do get through Indianapolis 3 or 4 times a month. Maybe you’ll let me take you out to dinner sometime.”

I was hoping he’d say something like that. I found myself to be very attracted to him, and I hoped that this wouldn’t be the only time I’d ever see him. With my sexiest smile, I answered, “I’d love that. Remind me to give you my number before we get out of this traffic jam.”

We continued chatting about trivial things, and as we talked, I lowered my seat back and stretched out a bit more so that I could enjoy the sun in a little more comfort. “I love the feel of the sun on my skin,” I explained.

“That looks like a marvelous idea,” Paul said. With that, he peeled off his blue t-shirt, giving me a marvelous view of his sculpted chest. I swallowed hard looking at his exposed chest. He had a nice covering of dark brown hair, which I loved. My pulse sped up as I could see the way his muscles worked whenever he moved.

We both sat quietly for quite awhile, reclining back and soaking up the sun’s rays. I kept watch on Paul, subtly casting glances his way, looking at his attractive body, totally enjoying the view.

It wasn’t long before I got really hot from the sun, and even more hot from looking at Paul. I was really turned on by him, and I had such a strong urge to touch him, and to feel him touch me.

Suddenly, Paul’s eyes locked on mine, and as if he were reading my mind he said, “You know, Kim, I have some cold drinks in the truck if you’re hot. And I could always roll up the windows and turn the air conditioning on.” His suggestion sounded innocent enough, but the look in his eyes told a different story. He wanted to get me alone.

My stomach fluttered with anticipation as I answered, “That would be perfect. I could sure use a nice…drink.” I gave him my best meaningful look and he shot me a wolfish grin as he climbed out of my car.

I followed him, enjoying the view of his enticing ass as he walked. In a gentlemanly gesture, Paul helped me up into his truck and directed çapa escort me into the sleeper cab. The sleeper was just like a tiny little bedroom, complete with a small bunk-like bed. Crammed into the tight space he had a ton of stuff, including a medium-sized cooler full of cans of soda and bottled water on ice.

Paul invited me to sit on the bed, and he handed me an ice-cold can of Coke. He sat down next to me, popping the top on his own can. Apparently the can had been shaken up, and it didn’t merely foam over, it virtually exploded. Both of us were immediately soaked with the cold, sticky drink. A bit of the spray hit me in the face, but most of it landed on my tank top, plastering it to my skin. Paul mostly got it across his still bare chest.

Paul had a horrified look on his face, and he immediately began stammering, “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, Kim.” I burst out laughing. When he saw that I wasn’t angry, he began laughing too and soon we were cackling like a couple of crazy people.

When I was able to talk again, I said, “Thanks a lot for the Coke, Paul!” With a grin, he fished around beside the bed and pulled out a package of Handi-wipes. He moistened a couple of them with some water from a bottle and handed one to me. I wiped the sticky mess off my face as best I could as he scrubbed at his chest.

Looking down at my soaked tank top I said, “I don’t think wiping this is going to do any good.” Paul’s eyes fixed on my chest. The wet fabric clung to my breasts like a second skin and the moisture made my top translucent, clearly revealing every detail of my hardened nipples.

“No,” he agreed, “I think that pretty little tank top of yours has had better days.” His voice sounded hoarse as he said, “Maybe you should just take it off. I can always give you one of my clean t-shirts to wear.”

I grinned at him, thrilled at his suggestion. In one quick move, I peeled the ruined shirt off over my head and tossed it aside. Paul’s eyes grew wide and a soft “ohhh” of admiration escaped his lips as he stared at my exposed tits.

“God, Kim,” he stammered, “you’re like some kind of fantasy come true. You’re so damn sexy.”

With a sly smile I replied, “Sexy, maybe. Sticky, definitely. I think you should help clean up this mess you’ve made of me.” I passed him the moist Handi-wipe and shot him a meaningful look.

“Well,” he said with a grin of his own, “I guess it’s the least I can do.” With that, he slid over next to me, and with gentle strokes he wiped the sticky Coke off my tits. I leaned back on the small bed, resting my weight on my elbows, giving him complete access to my breasts.

“I think this towel is soaked,” he said, “but I don’t think I got quite all of it.” I groaned with pleasure as he leaned over me and began tenderly licking my tits. He covered every inch of them with his warm, wet tongue, saving the nipples for last. He drew one nipple into his mouth and ran his tongue over it, lightly sucking, then he lavished the same attention on the other.

I was panting with lust by the time he finished his tongue bath of my tits. At that moment, I wanted to fuck this handsome stranger worse than I’d ever wanted anything before. And judging by the size of the bulge in the front of his pants, he wanted me too.

Turning his attention from my breasts to my lips, Paul kissed me, hard. I responded with a fierce tenacity, virtually exploding with lust. The kiss was pure electricity, and soon our tongues mingled together in a passionate dance.

Without breaking the kiss, Paul’s fingers found my nipples and began lightly pinching them, causing me to moan into his mouth. I ran my fingers through his short hair and down over the muscles in his arms.

After what seemed like a long time, Paul pulled his lips from mine and growled in a low voice, “I want you, Kim. I want you so bad.”

My stomach did a happy flip-flop as I heard his words. “Oh, Paul, I want you too. I want to have your cock in my wet pussy, as deep as you can go.”

His blue eyes widened in surprise at my nasty-naughty reply, but his lips curled up into a hungry smile. He stood, unzipping his jeans as he moved. He kicked off his shoes and slid the jeans off his hips and down his legs.

He bent over and pulled his pants off over his feet, then he stood before me, completely naked. As I took in the sight of him, my mouth went dry and I felt my pussy flood with moisture. His body was perfect, masculine and achingly well proportioned. I looked him up and down, trying to memorize every detail of his form. My eyes returned to his cock and locked there. He was well hung, and his long, thick member stood out proudly in front of him.

Finally, I tore my eyes away from his cock and smiled up at him. He bent over and gently pushed me backwards so I was lying flat on my back with my legs dangling over the size of the bed. He carefully slid my sandals off my feet, then he unzipped my shorts and pulled them off my legs, taking my panties with them.

He stood up straight again, staring down at my naked body for several long seconds. Then he sunk down to his knees in front of the bed, where he gently lifted my legs and draped them over his broad shoulders. He leaned forward, and I could feel his warm breath on my pussy.

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This is the third installment of the Sailor’s Wife series. It would probably be best if you’ve read the first two stories before this one.

Please bear in mind that the timeframe of this series in the early 1970’s. There are some anachronisms here, and to judge the story by the standards of the 2010’s would be, I think, unfair.

*****

Nine days! He’d been gone nine days already, and there were only eight months and 21 days to go.

Stephanie had been good, even though she didn’t quite know why. Maybe she was waiting for the ship to make its way to the Philippine Islands so Glenn would have the first chance. Or perhaps it was because she harbored, deep within her soul, a shred of hope that she could go nine months without being unfaithful, that she could just put that part of her life behind her.

More likely, it was that she hadn’t had a real opportunity to stray, not that she’d tried very hard. The first weekend Glenn was gone, she saw a movie with some of the navy wives, went to a “party” that her friend Joann threw. The cruises always started this way – the wives got together often, keeping an eye on each other – but then things happened, trips back home, work pressures, new acquaintances. Particularly new acquaintances. In the midst of it, she’d made a run over by Alameda beach, hoping to get together with Chuck, her college aged friend, but it was late in the afternoon and he wasn’t anywhere around.

She’d thought about going down to Kelly’s bar, but she hadn’t been in the mood to have just any guy flirt with her. She was lonely for just one man, the one she loved, and she knew talking or dancing with another guy who just wanted to pick her up wasn’t what she wanted. So, despite the loneliness of the apartment at night, she’d stayed home working on a jigsaw puzzle of a California mission.

And there she was, trying to find the piece with the pink flowers that had a strange shaped nib when the phone rang. She picked it up, and it was Chuck! “Hi, how are you?” she asked. “I was just thinking of you, wondering if you were ever going to call.”

“I’ve tried a few times, but you weren’t home, or it was busy.”

“Well, what’s going on?”

“Not much. School started this week. College classes are hard, they’re a real bummer. How have you been?”

“Okay, I guess. A little bored. Work’s the same.”

“Well, listen, could I come over some time?” he asked.

“Sure. What are you doing tomorrow night?” She wanted to ask him over right now, but it was after 9:00, and she was afraid he’d have to leave quickly. It was a school night.

After she hung up, she dithered for a moment, then decided to draw a bath and get ready for bed. As she stroked her legs with the rusty razor, wondering why she was bothering, she reviewed the ‘agreement’ she had with Glenn. He’d insisted she didn’t need to be faithful to him, that it was okay for her to see other guys, and in return she’d said he could go to bed with a prostitute in the Philippines. Then she started thinking about Chuck, and began looking forward to the next night, the opportunity to play games with him again, have his company. Knowing that she’d have a companion the next night, she dropped off to a dreamless sleep.

Mr. Donegal, her boss, came over to her keypunch machine the next day and asked, “Would you mind staying a little later tonight? We could use the help.”

“Oh.” She remembered her ‘date’ with Chuck, but also that she still owed the company some time to make up for Mr. Donegal’s kindness just before Glenn shipped out. “Well, I’ve sort of got plans right after work, sir.”

“Can you postpone them, Steph? We’re really behind.”

She considered the request, or was it an order? But she couldn’t reach Chuck, and if she didn’t show he’d be left standing there.

“What if I came in early tomorrow morning? Would that do?”

“Sure, we can make that work.” Mr. Donegal was a darling, he always tried to make everyone happy. “Tell you what, can you be here at six?” She nodded. “And maybe, just a half hour later tonight?” Reluctantly, not seeing a way out, she agreed.

After work, she drove hurriedly to the rendezvous, hoping that Chuck hadn’t thought she’d stood him up, was still waiting for her. Sure enough, he was sitting on the grass, his back to a palm tree, and he sauntered over to the car and hopped in. “Sorry I’m late, they made me work overtime.”

“Don’t sweat it. I’m hungry.” They decided to stop at a Chinese takeout, and when Stephanie began to get her wallet out of her purse, Chuck stopped her. “Let me buy, okay?”

“No, you don’t have to.”

“Please, guys always buy dinner on dates, don’t they?”

“Sure.” He really was a nice guy, wasn’t he?

They drove up to the apartment, and as Steph got the plates out, Chuck looked at the uncompleted jigsaw puzzle. “Been keeping yourself busy, huh? Need some help on it?”

For the next forty-five minutes, they sat on the floor, eating the sweet and sour chicken, and searched halkalı escort for pieces of the puzzle. Their hands would often meet as they hunted, and a few times their thighs would bump under the coffee table; neither thought much of the friendly touches. Finally, they were done with the repast, and Steph stepped over him to take the dishes to the sink. Playfully, she rubbed his thigh with a bare foot. While she cleaned the food up, Chuck continued to work on the puzzle. The phone rang, it was one of her navy wife friends, Joann.

“Hey, do you want to go to a movie tomorrow night?”

“Sure,” Steph responded. They made plans to meet at the theatre.

There were only 60 pieces or so of the puzzle left, and it looked like they’d finish it in no time. Steph came back over to the table, and playfully sat on the floor in front of Chuck, so that he had to reach around her to complete the task. While he was using his eyes to search the remaining pieces, he easily rested his hand on Steph’s shoulder. Fifteen minutes later, Chuck reached over her to place the final piece into its slot, and they clasped hands in congratulations.

She slumped back, resting her head against Chuck’s shoulder, and sighed, “Boy, I’m tired, it’s been a long week.” He began to rub her temples, and she closed her eyes, enjoying the attention. After a few moments, he changed to stroking her neck, and then the bare skin below her throat, just above the first button of her blouse. For the first time, the caresses changed from simply friendly to exploratory. Stephanie considered getting up, bringing the titillation to a halt, but she was enjoying it too much; she let him continue. He fingered the edges of the fabric, tracing the border, and still Steph let him continue, her eyes closed, making no objection, but at the same time, not encouraging him either. When he slid the first button from the hole, she still failed to obstruct his progress, and he slid his hand under the cloth, feeling the sensitive skin where the shoulders met the breasts. Soon his fingers were attempting to reach to the bra, but the opening was still too small to allow him full access.

For the first time, Steph moved. It was a very simple gesture with a very clear meaning – she unbuttoned the second button, then placed her hands on his thighs. Chuck moved his hand under her blouse and stroked the skin that met the bra, then fingered the silky fabric. He was still constricted by the blouse, so he casually undid the rest of the buttons and slid the front open. When he went back to stroking her skin, languidly enjoying the sensation and the view over her shoulder to her cleavage, she remembered how little experience he’d had in the arts of romance. He seemed to be enjoying himself, gently cupping a breast, stroking her belly, sniffing her hair, occasionally making a foray into the waistband of her slacks. She allowed him the boon, relaxing, not moving, letting him caress her. Before long, he was nibbling an earlobe. She twisted her neck and they were kissing gently, brief meetings of the lips, touching their tongues together, tasting the sweetness. For long minutes they cautiously held their mouths together, and then the busses became rougher, deeper. For the first time his hand delved inside her bra, tweaking her nipple, exploring the smoothness of feminine skin.

Most of Stephanie’s emotions were concerned with enjoying the attention, the petting, but another, separate part of her brain was considering the options. If she let this go any further, they’d be making love again. She was sure that’s what he wanted, but did she? Did she need him in her bed again? Would it be cruel not to let him make love to her? What about his innocence, his youth? There was still her husband, did he really mean what he said about her needs, her desires? She was confused between the craving and the trespass.

She broke off the kisses, raised and strolled to the refrigerator. “Do you want anything, a coke?” she asked, opening the door and letting the light spill onto her body in the dusky light.

“Yeah, sure,” he huskily replied.

Steph got the bottle out and closed the door. She poured the soft drink into a couple of glasses, considering all the while what she should do, balancing her objections against her desires. Walking back to the boy, she realized her body glowed in the remaining light from the picture window, the whiteness of her bra shining phosphorescently. His longing gaze, the memory of his body excited her, increased her lust. Her decision was suddenly uncomplicated.

She placed the glasses on the coffee table, letting him gaze inside the folds of her blouse, and then stripped it from her shoulders. Gracefully, she lowered her slacks, pulling them from her shins, and she stood in front of her lover. He gaped at her, the brightness of the bra and panties contrasting with the skin darkened by the fading light. “Do you want to go into the bedroom?” she offered. He took her hand and followed merter escort her into the darkness.

They could barely see each other. ‘This’, Stephanie decided, ‘is how I want it to be.’ She reached to Chuck, pulled the shirt off his arms, and unzipped his pants and made him sit on the side of the bed while she pulled his shoes, socks and then slacks off of him. She climbed onto the mattress and he joined her.

She curled into his arms, and they resumed. As he fumbled with the clasp of her bra, she kissed his eyelids, forehead and nose. When the fastener refused to give way to his inexperienced attempts, she reached behind her and performed the magic of unhooking it. He began to kiss the small of her throat, then further down, investigating the swell of her breast, lifting the heavy globe in his hand, pulling at the nipple.

She stroked his neck, then his back, and reached inside his underwear to take his erectness in her palm, petting it. After her initiative, he put his fingers on her panties above her pussy and applied friction, kneading her sensitive area with his knuckles. He wanted to excite her, please her, participate in the act of love.

Steph flipped to her back and pulled him on top of her. Their crotches met, protected from full contact by the twin cloths separating them, but he applied pressure, and mocked the movements of love. This was what she wanted, the excitement of the body’s touching, but not locked, and she held his hips to her, reveling in the tension. It wasn’t enough to bring her to orgasm, but it prepared her, and she pushed his head down to suckle on her nipples, twisted her groin so she could pull her panties off, and when she was naked, she pushed his head further down.

He wasn’t sure what she wanted, still being a virgin in this respect, but he was inventive, and he’d read a few articles in dirty magazines, so he took a guess and started licking around the edges, tasting the moisture emanating from her innards, exploring the crevice. He tried, he really did, but without education and experience he had little chance of satisfying the woman. But she was aware of his dearth and stretched the lips wide, exposing the button she needed him to irritate. He began to explore the newly opened territory with finger and lip, once in awhile hitting the mark, more often missing it. Still she wanted it, so she placed a finger directly on the clit and said, “Right here, baby.” Once he’d been given a road map, he followed it and licked her button while she responded with moans and slight pushes into his mouth.

‘What would she do if I bit it?’ he wondered, and so he experimented. The additional friction was what she needed, and it set her over the edge. Lightning struck the depths of her mind, and her throat growled like thunder. Over and over again the orgasm swept over her, through her. Slowly the vibrations receded, and still Chuck licked and nibbled her nubbin until it no longer excited her, but started to rub her the wrong way. She pulled an arm, and he laid on top of her. She reached down and pulled the elastic of his waistband down, as far as she could reach, then he took over and kicked off his briefs. They were both exposed to each other now, he between her legs, the rod of his manhood inches from her chasm, feeling the heat of their desire.

“Come on, sweetheart, nice and slow.” She placed his tip just below her button and was gratified to feel him ease into her, slightly at first, just a hint of fullness between the legs, then a little more, sliding gently into her, just a bit at a time.

Chuck had been waiting for this moment for weeks, since the first time he’d been with her. Then it had been sudden, explosive, and he’d wondered, afterwards, just what it had been like. This time he wanted to make it last, experience the sensations, so he held himself above her and entered her slowly, feeling the heat of her womb surround him, letting himself go deeper and deeper until he finally seemed to be buried in her and his pelvis bone met hers. Still he pushed, trying to see if he could get further, and when he was sure he couldn’t, he pulled out until he’d disengaged and began the process of entering her again. Five times he performed the maneuver, amazed at the way the bottom of his penis warmed each time he sunk in, reveling in the sensation of the tip hitting a yielding barrier at the end of the stroke.

The fifth time, instead of pulling out, he stayed within her, barely moving, and pressed himself upon her, concentrating first on the crush of her breasts under his chest, then on the sensation of the smooth legs surrounding his hips, how she kept her heels on the bedspread, listening to her breathing into his ear, and then, while his rod was deep within her orifice, he kissed her, placing his tongue deeply within her mouth, mimicking above what was proceeding below.

Stephanie wondered at his hesitation. Glenn never treated her this way, and certainly Jim, her only other lover, had beşiktaş escort been in such a hurry to bring himself off their one time together that she barely felt what was happening. She reveled in the gentleness of Chuck’s approach, and when he kissed her she sucked his tongue, letting him feel the roof of her mouth. Together they concentrated on the locking of their bodies, above and below. They broke the kiss, possibly because they were running out of oxygen, and she heard him whisper, “God, this is so great!”

“Yes, baby, it sure is. Now, do me, slowly.” As he began slow in and out movements, rolling a bit from left to right and then back with each stroke, she concentrated on the feeling of being alternately filled then emptied, and relished the ending of the movement, when he was as far inside of her as he could get. At that point, his pelvic bone pressed down on her clitoris, and stretched the skin around it, rubbing it. She made one small adjustment with her left foot, and the pressure became even greater, more enjoyable. She realized that she was going to come again, and she gave her secret away first by panting in her lovers ear, then by strongly tensing her vaginal muscles, and the rosy glow spread over her body and through her very existence.

Chuck realized he was exciting the woman with his movements, satisfying her, and concentrating on what was happening below him, within her, he felt his vibration begin in the lower extremities. He tried to will it back, to make it cease, but it was too strong for him; continuing to stroke first out then in, he felt the sperm explode strongly, flooding the woman and fogging his brain at the same time. He reveled in the rapture, spilling more into her with each succeeding push, sending strong shocks through his legs to his toes, until fifteen or twenty impulses later, only remnants seeped from him. Stephanie stopped moaning, laid still holding onto him, and he sank onto her. For minutes, they stayed there, kissing, hugging.

In unison, they rolled onto their sides. Chuck’s penis was still firm enough to fill her, they managed to stay locked during the maneuver. She gently touched his neck, his hairless chest, kissed a nipple. He fondled her hair with one hand and a breast with the other. “Is that,” he wondered out loud, “what it’s all about?”

“Uh-huh, baby, that’s it. God it was great for me, the best I’ve ever had.”

“Really?” He was astounded. It had been so easy, so natural, and yet, somehow, it was better than the best thing that had ever happened to him.

“Really!” she responded truthfully. For twenty minutes they continued to play with each other, their bodies linked, and Chuck began to respond again, the rigidity which had never really left returning to its previous iron-like state, and he began to push once more in and out of her.

“Oh, you’re not done yet, are you?” she smiled. And she twisted until she was on top of him. This time, it was she who controlled the pace, and she was in no rush. Up and down she rode, back and forth, circling, pleasuring herself and him in the process. She fondled his face, his arms, behind her to the testicles just below her opening that he was filling. She sat straight up on him, then sank so that her tits were being excited by his skin with each push, back up with her feet on top of his shoulders, causing him to be as deep in her as he could possibly go, then back again to a kneeling position.

He could barely see her in the darkness, but he could smell her, and taste and feel her, and he took advantage of the situation, storing the memory of this night, one of the best of his life. A few times he thought he might orgasm again, but each time she shifted so that he receded from the precipice. When she began to breathe shallowly and then moan, he knew that she was satisfying herself again with his help, and when she was done he twisted her around until he was on top again, and this time he was so close that he rammed in and out of her, as hard as he could, until once again he spewed into her, less sperm than before, of course, but no less intensely.

This time, they broke from each other, lying sweating and panting, touching each other slightly, completely contented. At last, she broke the silence. “What time do you have to be home?”

“Ten. I’ve got an 8:30 class.”

She picked up the alarm clock and peered at it in the near blackness. “It’s nine forty-five. Whew, we’ve been going at it for more than two hours!”

“Is that a long time?”

“Yeah, sometimes you do it for just a few minutes. It’s best, though, when you take your time, like we did tonight.” She bent over and kissed him gratefully, and he responded by pinching a nipple, sending a bolt through her one more time. “Stop that,” she teased, “or you’ll never get home.”

They dressed in the darkness, identifying the clothing by touch, playing with each other unashamedly. They held hands down the stairs and got into the car. On the drive, she took his hand and placed it between her legs, letting him feel her broiling pussy and she felt his semi-hard prick when she didn’t need to shift.

As they drove to the drop-off point near his home, it was she that proposed the next meeting. “Tomorrow night? It’s a Friday, we’ll have even more time.”

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To B, Q, J, whatever I’m calling you at the moment, my twisted tattooed knight in black armor, a memory mixed with fantasy.

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Alli makes her way through the front door, instantly noticing the delicious scents coming from the kitchen. She wanders into the living room, flopping down onto a recliner and tugging the headphones out of her ears. Taking a few deep breaths and trying to normalize her breathing after the long run, she pauses the song on her phone and tosses it onto the table next to the recliner. Her legs stretch out in front of her and she slowly raises her arms above her head, stretching her body along the recliner. She tugs her hair free from the ponytail, hands running through her dark hair. The batman t-shirt rides slightly up her stomach, revealing bare flesh between the shirt and the black shorts that hug her thighs. The only other color to be found on her are the bright pink Nikes that remain on her feet. She idly wiggles her feet, listening to the sounds in the kitchen, knowing he’s making something delicious in the kitchen right now. She settles back into the recliner and starts to drift off to sleep, one leg hanging over the arm of the recliner, her legs spread as her body relaxes and sleep overtakes her.

Kyle hears the front door open and close and smiles to himself, knowing she’s just returned home from her run. He turns his attention back to the food in front of him, quickly finishing up the meal he’s prepared and placing the plates in the microwave before heading into the living room. He opens his mouth, about to let Alli know the food is ready when he notices her sleeping on the recliner. Another smile pulls at his lips as he stands there a moment, taking her in.

Her tight shorts showing the definition on her legs perfectly, her legs spread slightly in her relaxed state. The Batman t-shirt has ridden up on her body, exposing her bare tummy as she relaxes into the recliner. Her chest rising and falling softly with her deep breaths, his gaze lingering there a moment before continuing along her body. The long and wavy dark brown locks spill over the recliner and her shoulder, having just been pulled free from the ponytail.

He steps closer, already feeling the effect she has on him, his desire starting to build more and more as he gazes at her. His movements bring him to the side of the recliner, fingers brushing lightly along the arm of the chair. He slowly moves his fingers to her leg, a feather light touch as they slowly slide up her leg. His lips pull up into another smile as he hears the soft sigh from Alli, letting his fingers slowly drag up and down her bare legs.

Kyle moves to the front of the recliner, his gaze never leaving her sleeping form as he kneels down on the floor. He slides his hands slowly up her legs and parts them, taking care not to wake her. He leans in and presses his lips to her calf, leaving a soft trail of kisses along her flesh. Unable to stop himself he nips her flesh lightly, hearing a gasp escape her lips as her body arches up against him. He drags his fingers down her legs, nails teasing lightly as he calls up to Alli.

“Hey Alli, it’s time to wake up, must have been a long run today. I was going to let you know I have everything ready if you’re hungry, but I thought I would see if you needed a massage after that run today first.”

Alli’s green eyes flutter open, a slow, sleepy smile spreading across her lips as she lifts her head slightly, gazing at him down on the floor. His hands are warm, wrapped around her legs as he continues to place soft kisses along her legs, fingers kneading softly into her flesh. She can feel his warm breath brushing her bare flesh.

She stretches along the recliner, feeling his hand glide up her bare leg, moving closer and closer to her shorts. A soft whimper spills from her parted lips as he massages her leg lightly. Her eyes sparkle as she gazes down to bahçelievler escort him, wiggling her hips into the recliner and capturing her bottom lip between her teeth. She bites down gently before batting her eyelashes and letting her voice take on a soft whine.

“My legs are so sore from the run today, maybe you can give me a little massage before we eat? Just a little massage, I promise! I would be so grateful Kyle.”

He laughs softly, winking up at her as his teeth press lightly into her leg again before he sits up straighter on the floor. His hands glide down her legs, teasing her with soft touches and kisses. A bigger smile spreads across his lips, seeing her respond to him, seeing the desire burning in her eyes. He enjoys the tease though and starts to untie her bright pink shoes, chuckling at the shade, so very fitting of Alli. He pulls one shoe off and tosses it on the floor behind him, quickly following with the other and her socks. His hands slide back up her legs, slowly kneading and massaging her muscles. Every few strokes of his hands are punctuated with soft kisses to her legs, causing her to giggle and wiggle her toes.

Kyle massages deeper into her legs, working the muscles, getting rid of the knots and tension. Her eyes slip closed as soft sighs of pleasure escape her lips, mixing with her shallow breaths, her rising and falling chest was evidence of that. His hands work higher and higher up her thighs, stroking and teasing her inner thighs as he works up to the bottom of her shorts, letting his fingers dip underneath the fabric for a brief moment. His length hardens further in his pants, making him shift in need, aching to be inside of her but enjoying the tease too much. He takes the fabric in his fingers and tugs lightly, making Alli’s eyes snap open and meet his own. He grins up at her.

“I’ll have to take these off, so I can make sure to massage every muscle. We wouldn’t want you to get sore now would we Alli?”

Alli nods as his hands tug at her shorts, lifting her hips on the recliner and helping him pull her shorts down her thighs. His fingers slip between her thighs, brushing lightly along the fabric of her panties, pressing against her. He growls as he feels the wet fabric against his fingers, tugging her panties down to her shorts and quickly pulling them free from her legs. He wraps his hands around her thighs and tugs her hips to the edge of the recliner, spreading her legs and hooking them over the arms of the recliner.

His hands slide down her thighs, closer and closer to her dripping core as he leans in, his lips and tongue following the path of his fingers, making her whimper and moan with each gasping breath she takes. He gazes back up to Alli, his lips hovering over her core, his breath warm against her wet flesh, just barely out of reach of where she’s aching for him to be.

“Someone’s a little worked up, now aren’t you Alli. You’re so wet for me, so ready for me, what do you need Alli? Tell me what you need.”

She groans low in her throat, her hips wiggling and trying to press up to meet his lips. His hands on her thighs keeping her firmly pinned into the recliner, unable to find any friction against his lips or tongue. Her cheeks burn with a blush, knowing how aroused she is, how evident that is to him, her wet flesh directly under his gaze. She squirms and hesitates a moment before whimpering out.

“Please Kyle. I need you so badly, please fill me. God baby, please take me, I’m so wet for you, fuck Kyle, please.”

He growls at her words and lunges forward between her thighs, closing the gap between himself and her dripping core. His tongue drags along her wet flesh, feeling her shudder underneath his hands, keeping her body firmly against the recliner. He teases his tongue into her, pressing deeper as he laps and sucks at her sensitive flesh. Her fingers press to the back of his shaved bakırköy escort head, holding his head firmly against her. Her moans of pleasure start to fill the room. His cock throbs in his pants, aching for release inside of her as he laps at her dripping pussy. He hungrily pushes her closer and closer to the edge, knowing she’s close already. His fingers dig into her legs as her hips try to buck up against him, her body exploding around his tongue. He eagerly laps and licks up her release, moaning at her taste, so sweet in his mouth. His fingers lightly stroke her trembling flesh as she gasps for breath.

Kyle looks up to her and he slowly rises from the floor, standing in front of her, his cock hard and throbbing against his pants. A grin forms on his lips as he sees her gaze drop down to his length and she subconsciously licks her lips. He leans forward and drags his fingers into her hair, twisting and gripping lightly, tilting her head back and forcing her gaze back up to his eyes. His lips press to hers in a deep kiss, his tongue probing and parting her lips, filling her mouth with her own taste, causing her to moan into his lips. He pulls free from her lips and straightens up again in front of her. Using the light grip in her hair he pulls her face forward towards his aching length. Her fingers eagerly dart out and start working at his pants, quickly unzipping them and tugging them free of his legs, pooling around his feet.

She runs her fingers down the front of his boxers, wrapping around his length and squeezing lightly, her eyes darting up to his as she strokes him through the fabric of his boxers. Her hands slide up to the band and slowly tug down, working them free of his legs and throbbing cock. As his length pops free of his boxers she leans down and drags her tongue along the very tip. Watching his body shudder as she slowly teases him, her tongue dragging and licking along the length of his cock. Parting her lips she takes him into her mouth, licking and sucking as she slowly descends onto his shaft.

He steps free of his boxers and pants, tugging his shirt up and over his head before his fingers sink back into her hair. He grips and pulls her further down onto his cock, working deeper against her throat, making her moan around his length. His eyes gaze down to her, with his cock buried inside her throat. He groans and thrusts his hips slightly as he uses the grip in her hair to drag her along his cock.

Alli whimpers around his hard length, licking and sucking as much as she can as her head is worked up and down. Her eyes dart up to his and he growls down at her, pressing her head further onto his cock, working himself into her throat. She coughs and gags slightly around his cock before swallowing him into her throat, holding as long as she can before pulling her head free and gasping for breath.

He grins down at her and steps back from the recliner. Using one hand on her arm and the other in her hair he tugs her up into a standing position and turns her away from him, the front of her hips pressing against the arm of the recliner. Stepping up behind her, his tall frame dwarfing her much smaller body, pressing her hips more firmly into the recliner he lets his hand wrap around her tummy and slide up her batman shirt, teasing the bottom band of her black sports bra as he growls into her ear.

“I think it’s time for you to show me just how much you like my cock Alli, just how badly you need me inside of you. I need to feel that tight little pussy squeezing around me.”

He bends her forward slightly over the recliner, her back instinctively arching as her thighs part, feeling his throbbing cock pressed against her thigh, hot and heavy against her leg as she squirms and wiggles back against him. Her whimpering and soft moans only encouraging him, kicking her legs further apart, his hand wrapping around his hard length, dragging fındıkzade escort the very tip through her dripping folds and coating himself in her arousal.

Alli tries to press back onto him, to work him deeper inside of her but he holds her firmly in his grasp. He keeps her body still, teasing her before pressing his hips forward, starting to sink inside of her. He groans as he feels her body part for him, stretching to fit his hard cock, his hips working back and forth, pressing deeper inside of her. Her arousal coats every inch of his length, easing his way into her tight pussy. She squeezes around him, shudders of pleasure running through her body, her hips pinned against the recliner, lips parting in a loud moan as he sinks fully inside of her. Her eyes flutter closed as she savors the feeling of his cock filling her so completely, her hips grinding as he leaves her impaled on his length.

He drops his head forward, his lips finding her exposed neck and he drags his tongue along her neck before nipping at her flesh. His hips slowly pull back, leaving her almost completely empty before thrusting forward again, filling her with another low moan from both of their lips. His teeth tease her neck, pressing lightly into her flesh and he grins against her as he hears the whimpers of pleasure. His hips pull back again slowly and thrust forward to suddenly fill her, his hips slapping against her firm ass as his teeth sink into her neck. She cries out in pain and pleasure, knowing a faint mark will be left on her neck. The shudders run through her body as he starts to fuck her against the recliner, his hard cock stretching her as his tongue drags along the mark left from his teeth. His groans and growls rumble in her ears as their bodies crash to meet the other, each lost in their pleasure, savoring the feeling of their bodies pressing so tightly together.

Her head falls back in pleasure and his fingers tighten in her hair as his free hand slides up her shirt, tugging her sports bra up so her breasts bounce free. His hand cups and kneads her sensitive flesh under the shirt, his fingers capturing and pinching her nipples. She moans louder as his fingers tease and she arches her back, pressing more firmly to his touch. His thrusts driving her crazy, filling her dripping pussy again and again, her heated flesh sliding along his. She hears the growls and grunts of pleasure behind her, feeling the increased pace and knowing he’s close. Her body instinctively squeezing and milking him, desperate to feel him explode deep inside her, to coat her pussy in his cum.

Their loud moans fill the room, each rapidly approaching their release, the sounds of the other only pushing them to new heights. They desperately slam back to meet each other, his hips thrust harder into her, pushing himself deeper into her dripping pussy. He growls as he fills her so completely, his body hovering on the edge of release as his hand drops down between her thighs. His hips thrust back and forth just barely as his fingers find her clit, teasing and rubbing her until she explodes. Her body squeezes hard around him, coating him in her release as she cries out in pleasure. Waves of pleasure crash through her body, overwhelming her as she shudders in his arms. His teeth sink into her shoulder, growling into her flesh as he thrusts as deeply inside of her as he can before he starts to cum, shooting jet after jet deep inside her core, coating her as they both shudder in release.

Her body slumps slightly against the recliner, whimpering and moaning with each gasping breath. His hand slowly slides through her hair before wrapping his arms around her and pulling her back against his chest. He cups her chin with one hand and tilts her head back towards him, pressing a long, deep kiss to her lips. A smile spreads on his lips as he pulls back slightly, slipping free from Alli and hearing her sigh softly in disappointment. He quickly slips onto the recliner and tugs her down with him, her body resting on top of his as his arms wrap around her. He gives her another slow kiss before smiling down at her and murmuring.

“Now that I’ve gotten you nice and hungry, let’s go have some supper. How does pulled pork sound?”

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I’m in the shower, prepping for a date, the first in a while, and I’m spending a little more time down there, par for the course for me before a date, just some extra scrubbing, sanitizing, honing in on the particulars. I want to make a good impression, I suppose, want to spruce things up a bit, just in case, you know, just in case things get interesting later on and there’s a chance my cunt will see some action, a little after-hours enjoyment, and if my date’s inspired, shows interest, hey, I might let him wander down south a little, yes I just might, angle my hips accordingly if we start kissing a certain way, might clue him in that it’s alright to explore elsewhere, I’ve got no problem with that if things are going well, and I want to make it pleasant for everybody, myself included, don’t want to worry about what he’ll be seeing or sensing or sniffing down there, don’t want to think about any sort of mess or mishap.

And as I’m soaping up again, throwing in a little Suave Freesia Conditioner, for insurance, I’m wondering what my date will think of this, if, at some point, either tonight or some other date should we make it past this one, if he will gather courage and make his way to the triangle source of it all. If we will get to that. And I’m wondering what he’ll think and what he’ll do, if he will kiss me shyly, uncertainly, not wanting to offend or impose, if his hands, in slow motion, will part me as his tongue explores, discreetly, the acreage there. If it will be like archeology, a mindful sort of digging, his mouth finding the fingerprint of my desire. Or if he will dive right in, undistracted, purposeful, tongue coiled around my clit, face fervent and concentrated, if he will pin my shins with his arms, fingers etching my calves, if there will be no evolutionary revelation, just his hunger and my obedient cunt.

And I’m wondering what will make me come faster, if wine will dilute my resistance to orgasm, or if I will want to buttress the tipsiness of either alcohol or yearning with şişli escort a little patience and poise. I’m wondering if I will be timid or passive or lenient, if he will be judicious or unforgiving, if we will agree on this when the night spins out its last hours and our minds close themselves for renovation and our bodies plead for remorseless release. I’m wondering this in the shower, pre-head, pre-fuck, pre-pleasure, knowing my cunt and its duplicitous nature, how easily things could turn for her, and have, how the important, clarifying decisions of sex always come from these headquarters, not the ones upstairs, how quickly I can close up, awkward, unwieldy, can become impenetrable if my pussy senses danger or, conversely, how fuckable I am if the conditions are right, an orchid flourishing in the greenhouse heat and moisture of a unisoned longing.

And maybe this is why the antiseptic session under water, this pre-date mikvah, I’m starting over, after all, clean cunt, mostly clean conscience, and plenty of distance between this guy and the last, who fumbled the ball a little, I have to admit, relinquished too much, gave me all the keys to the sexual kingdom and it turns out I didn’t want that responsibility, didn’t want to be the only one choreographing this dance, wanted some input, insight, innuendo even, and things died down so quickly as a result, my cunt and her attendant libido ushering themselves inside again, away from all the multi-tasking. But it made sense at the time, still does, the kind of sex that gets me hot is a mutual pursuit and occasional capture, two bodies twinning and untwinning themselves in perpetual chase.

My ex-boyfriend, used to call me “Ginger,” my cunt anyway, and it was more than just the color of it, it was as if Ginger were some secret nether goddess wielding ancient curative powers, a Scylla and Charybdis, Arachne, Athena, Aphrodite all rolled in one. “How’s Ginger,” he’d murmur at night, wanting the narcoleptic effects of sex before fatih escort sleep, or when morning came and the urge for fucking won, decidedly, over breakfast, it would be a kind of permission he’d ask for before meathooking into my hips, and I would answer for her, depending on my mood, depending on the pendulum swing of my sex drive, “She’s open for business” or, when things started getting bad, “She’s not available right now.”

And it’s true, it was Ginger who turned out to be the oracle of our undoing, clenching and seizing up during our last half-hearted tries of loving each other, trying to tell me, to convince me, to leave, and I thought something was wrong, something medical and foreboding and my fault, and I would tell him it was a lubrication issue, it hurt too much and he’d go down on me, totally devoted, wanting to fix things, to fix us, and my cunt wouldn’t comply, not in the way she could have, and our fucking left us mute and wanting, I’d fall asleep sore, confused, and wishing for a quick repair.

And it came, I suppose, the repair came, but in another man’s bed, secretly, illicitly, somewhere in between our unraveling and my departure, and I was grateful for the reminder that I still worked down there, that the pulse hadn’t disappeared entirely. It mattered less to me that I was fucking someone else – it wasn’t the sort of sex that meant anything more than what it was – and it made sense afterward, the difference between fucking with commitment and fucking in a vacuum, how simple it could be, really, the simplest of arrangements, and why, in lieu of perfect worlds and conflict-free relationships, this wasn’t too shabby at all, I might actually do better at this kind of sex, just letting go, just giving in to the whimsical instructions of my own cunt, appreciative of an audience with fewer expectations and therefore free to come and go, and maybe freer to come, I was selfish that night in that man’s bed, lay prone and compliant as Ginger authorized a visit avcılar escort from his mouth, and I bit my tongue and tensed for a second orgasm, then a third, wanting more than I could bear, really, a delusion of orgasmic grandeur, I was lustful and greedy that night, hoping to forget the painful uncoiling of love, its fallibility, and not wanting this to end, this desperate, disorganized whirlpool of sensation.

It did end, of course, it all ended, had to, sex that spectacular is meant to be temporary, and relationships made lopsided by the muting of one lover’s desire eventually sputter to a halt, too, and I’m thinking of this now, in the shower, thinking how hard it is to get the balance right, how the body sometimes sprints forward so quickly, the heart resistant perhaps or just needing more time to adjust to the merger. Or worse, I think, how we convince ourselves that coupling will make us less lonely, give us more meaning, a sense of purpose or identity, and so what’s the big deal about sex in the long run, it slows down eventually, gets de-emphasized by the time retirement rolls around, sooner even, impossible to keep that sort of thing up anyway so stop dreaming about a lifetime of great fucking, not gonna happen, there’s no way a body can last that long.

But a first date is just the beginning, I suppose, one of the only beginnings I can still have, and that is why this preparation, that is why the freesia-scented, fresh-scrubbed cunt, and the meticulous unraveling in my mind of the scenarios of sex, if it comes to that, and the permutations of the evening, should it come to something else, and that is why I want it all, eventually, would rather not choose between one or the other, I’ll take the sentimental convictions of couplehood, the chance at that penultimate equilibrium, I’ll take that, yes. But it’s more than that, I want my cunt exposed, pulsing, whispering its urgencies, I want Ginger’s ticking heart to keep on ticking, I want the chaos that concluded Eden, the disorder that took place on that cheerful, pastoral scene when Eve, half-eaten apple in hand, saw herself for the first time, felt, perhaps, the thrill of her own curves, the profanity of her sex, the embryo of pleasure taking shape as she strode, scandalous and liberated, towards Adam.

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*****

I can’t get Hayden to stop crying. Nothing works. The noise is ringing inside my head like a million tiny hammers, and for a moment I totally understand why mothers drive off their kids off bridges.

“Please, please stop crying,” I beg. “I’m so tired. I don’t understand what you want.”

Hayden is still red-faced and screaming as hard as ever. I start to cry, too.

“Ms. Lavoie? Is everything okay?”

I look up from the crib. It’s Hunter, and I look awful. Mascara is running down my face. I haven’t washed my hair in four days.

“Hunter, what are you doing here? Are you working today?”

“I just came by to pick up my check. You didn’t answer the door, I figured you couldn’t hear me with all the tear droplets.”

“Your check. I’m sorry, I forgot. I’ll get that for you.”

I straighten my back and rub my eyes with the back of my hands.

“She hates me. She’s been crying for hours. I don’t know what I’m doing wrong.”

“Mind if I try?”

“Please. She likes you better anyway.”

“It just feels that way. You’re her mother. She loves you.”

“Ugh.”

“Don’t worry, I got it.”

Hunter carefully plucks Hayden from her crib and rocks her in his arms. She murmurs dreamily into silence. I bury my face in my hands.

“I told you. She hates me.”

“You guys are just picking up on each other’s stress. It’s like a negative feedback loop.”

“Fantastic.”

“Listen. escort şişli I’ve got the baby, you go do what you need to do. Shower, get something to eat, take a nap, whatever. We’ll hang in here.”

“No, I can’t ask you to do that. It’s Friday night. You have better things to do.”

“Don’t even worry about it. Now go take a bath or something. We’re fine.”

“Okay. I’ll be quick.”

“Don’t rush. Really.”

I raggedly push myself up and cross the nursery. I lean against the doorframe.

“Seriously, thank you,” I say. “You’ve been a lifesaver the past couple weeks. I didn’t expect to be doing this alone, you know? And I really didn’t expect to go back to work so soon.”

“You’re not alone. You’ve got me, for one.”

“You know what I mean. Oh, and I’ll add this to your next check.”

“No way. Consider it a favor for a friend.”

“Thank you.”

I ease myself into a steaming hot bath, express my milk, and watch trashy reality shows on my tablet. I pour myself a big cup of red wine after I’m done pumping. I close my eyes and enjoy the relative quiet. I drift off to sleep.

I startle awake about forty minutes later. The bath is cold. I shiver. I dry off with a towel, wrap it around my body, and collapse face down on the bed. The sheets below me grow damp from my hair. Hunter knocks on the door.

“Come in…”

The door creaks opens. He tiptoes inside.

“Hayden’s asleep.”

“Thank you,” I mumble. “You’re amazing.”

“Are escort nişantaşı you feeling better?”

“Yes, so much. I needed that.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He pauses. “Do you want a shoulder rub? You still look tense.”

“No, you don’t need to do that.”

“I know I don’t need to. I’m offering.”

“I guess if you don’t mind…”

Hunter leans over the bed and puts his strong hand on my back.

“Just relax.”

He rolls and kneads my shoulder muscles until every muscle goes limp. He massages my neck and presses against my scapula with his hand. He puts his knee up on the bed for leverage.

“Oh my God. Where did you learn to do that?”

“Shhh…”

Hunter forcefully manipulates the arches of each foot. I moan softly. He rubs each leg vigorously with both hands, working his way up just past my knees. He carefully folds the towel back to reveal my upper thighs. I stiffen in embarrassment.

“What’s the matter, Ms. Lavoie?”

“My body is a trainwreck. And I think at this point you can call me Gwen.”

“You are so hot. And you just had a baby. You should be nicer to yourself.”

“That’s easy for you to say. I bet everything is right where it’s supposed be when you’re naked.”

“Well, I haven’t had any complaints.”

“I’m sure.” I gasp. “Oh my God, right there. That’s it.”

“Close your eyes.”

I slow down my breathing and try to stay in the moment. Hayden is still asleep. Hunter escort mecidiyeköy takes my hand and puts pressure on my palm with his thumbs.

“Okay. I think I’m going to have to add this to your nanny duties.”

“Only my favorite clients get this service, so don’t tell on me.”

“Never.”

Hunter sits on the back of my legs. He caresses my thighs, digs the pads of his fingers in. He pulls back the rest of the towels and exposes my body. He massages my sides, my lower back, the top of my groin. He grinds his knuckles up and down my spine.

“Mmmm…”

Hunter lightly drags his fingertips all over my body. My nerve endings spark and tingle. He touches the soft skin of my inner thighs. I hold my breath. He kisses the back of my knees. The curve of my ass.

“Breathe, Gwen.”

Hunter stuffs a pillow under my crotch. I cover my swollen breasts with my arms. He kisses my shoulder blade. He kisses the small of my back. He parts my legs. He kisses my pussy from behind. I sigh happily.

“Don’t stop…”

Hunter licks the folds and lines of my labia and draws shapes around my clitoris with his tongue. I reach back toward him, and he pins my wrists above my head with one hand. I muffle my cries in the pillow so I don’t wake the baby. I have a long, shuddering orgasm. Hunter holds me close.

“Holy shit. I think the last time I felt this good was before I was pregnant.”

“You were in pretty bad shape back there.”

“Tell me about it.”

“I didn’t like seeing you like that.”

I roll over and kiss his forehead.

“You’re sweet.”

I sit up and wince. I grab my sore, aching breasts.

“Fuck, my tits are killing me. I hate breastfeeding.”

He gently kisses my décolletage.

“I know a massage for that, too.”

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I’ve never quite understood the “going through the motions” people in a gym. I mean if you are going to take the time to go to a gym, then you might as well workout. I was watching someone whose workout was so scripted there wasn’t the slightest exertion. I was catching my breath in between sets of incline dumbbell presses. The college fitness center was relatively empty at 3:30 in the afternoon. Being a Community College there were a few “community members” (senior citizens), even fewer faculty and staff, and a smattering of students. As I am closer to 40 rather than 30 my lifting has slowed slightly, but I still can push iron with the big boys.

The Talking Heads Burning Down the House wafted through my iPod as I grabbed two 100 pound dumbbells and made my way over to the incline bench. Resting the weights on my quads I took a deep breath and used my legs to hoist the weight upwards as I leaned back into the bench. By my seventh rep I was feeling the burn, my chest tight. Squeezing my pecs I slowly lowered the weight, inhaling on the way down. Just as the dumbbells reached my chest I exhaled forcefully and exploded upwards, my chest screaming in protest. I kept my arms extended for a few seconds, gulping in air, psyching myself out for one last rep. Finally, I lowered the weight again, and once again exhaled with a groan and exploded upwards, my muscles wavered, arms shaking, chest quivering David Byrne encouraging me.

All wet hey you might need a raincoat

Shape down Dreams walking in broad daylight

Three hundred sixty five degrees

Burning down the house

Pushing through my protesting muscles I finished the 9th rep and after controlling the weight down to my chest, let them drop with a loud “thump” onto the padded mats. I was the only one in the free-weight area, and most of the other people were glancing over at the sounds of my workout.

“It’s called working out” I said to them silently.

Taking a gulp of creatine I glanced up and caught the eye of the same girl I saw walking outside my office the other morning. She was the olive skinned beauty who had been tugging her micro shorts down in a vain attempt to cover her ass.

If she looked good in her shorts she was to-die-for in workout clothes. Long dirty-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail which was fed through the back of a baseball hat. She wore black skin-tight Lycra shorts and a matching sports bra. I don’t know if it is because I have been a lifter for so long, but sports bras and work out clothes just really do it for me. This girl had the perfect ass, hell, the prefect body. She was toned, and hard, with a round tight ass, flat stomach (with the ubiquitous piercing which I still find sexy as hell) and perfect tits, high, well rounded, with not a bit of sag.

She walks in beauty, like the night

Of cloudless climes and starry skies;

And all that ‘s best of dark and bright

Meet in her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow’d to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies

“Shit” I thought to myself “She’s never even heard of Lord Byron.”

I realized I was staring and averted my eyes, just as she did the same

“Not bad old man” I thought, esenler escort “at least she was looking at you too.”

Although I was working chest my arms were pumped, filling the sleeves of my T-shirt, and as I moved over to a flat bench to do flies I caught her in the mirror glancing my way. Goddamn she was hot. “Not as lyrical as you Byron” I mumbled to myself, “but same sentiment.”

Back in my office I was wrapping up for the day. First summer session was almost over, and I was gathering papers to take home and grade when Lauren walked in with mail and messages. The Social and Behavioral Sciences secretary, Lauren had always caught my eye in a subtle way. In her early 40’s she had shoulder length brunette hair, sexy dark brown eyes, an average body, but nice, big, full, heavy breasts. Not sagging, but full. Lauren was married, but almost never mentioned her husband. She was wearing an unusually tight blouse that showed cleavage, which; being an astute professor I couldn’t help but notice.

“Anything good?” I asked

“Just the usual” Lauren replied dropping textbook catalogues on my desk.

“Oh, one of your students called” she said “Susi, wasn’t she the one who was here early the other morning?” Lauren asked

I immediately felt myself turning red. Lauren had come in my office about 15 minutes after Susi had left, had she heard what went on?

Leaning over to give me an even better view of her cleavage Lauren handed me a message “She wants you to call her.”

As Lauren walked out I watched her ass go down the hallway, not bad I thought to myself, not bad at all.

“Hello?” Susi sounded so young on the phone.

“Hi Susi this is Professor Reynolds” I said

“Oooh good you called” she squealed, immediately making me hard. “I really need help studying for your final, but I can’t make it to your office hours, is there any way we can meet for some one-on-one help?”

“Well” I stuttered, trying to sound casual. All I could think was Fuck Yes lets meet “When did you have in mind?”

“Well, how about now?”

“Now? Yeah I think I can fit you in”

“Oh good, can you come to my apartment?” she asked

Fifteen minutes later I was pulling into her apartment complex. After the other morning in my office I had no illusions about why I was really there, but I was still shocked when Susi opened the door. Wearing the skimpiest sweat shorts with the top rolled down, she was all legs, smooth and tan. Her top was barely that, a tiny T-shirt cut off so it bared her stomach and just barely covered her tits, which were obviously not restrained by a bra. Susi’s excitement was so genuine and contagious.

“Thanks so much Professor Reynolds” she said through her big smile, I really need help.

Bounding into her apartment she had her history text open on the breakfast bar overlooking the kitchen, her gorgeous tits bouncing all the way, her nipples already starting to stick through her thin shirt. Settling onto the stool next to hers we pretended to actually study for a while. But the more I quizzed her on the relative importance of the Cuban Missile Crisis the less interested she became. Finally, she atakent escort stood close to me facing the counter

“Professor Reynolds, what can I do to pass this final, I will never learn all this in time?”

By now she had wiggled that cute ass so she was between me and the counter, her back to me. My cock had been rock hard since we talked on the phone, hell, it had been hard since I saw the girl at the gym, so by now I needed no more encouragement. Reaching around her I slid my hands over Susi’s hard nipples, pulling them gently through her shirt. Standing up I started to grind my aching cock into her sweet ass. Susi moaned and turned her head back towards me. Our mouths met wide open, tongues eagerly exploring.

I could feel her pushing back against me, just as desperate for contact as I was. Already I could smell her sex begin to fill the room, and I had an overwhelming urge to taste her. Grabbing her by the waist I lifted Susi onto the counter, turning her so she was facing me. As we kissed I reached up and ripped her tiny shorts down. Susi had nothing on underneath and her freshly shaven pussy glistened with wetness in front of me. Susi gasped and leaned back on her elbows, intuitively spreading her legs.

Slowly I began to kiss and lick up the inside of her thighs, Susi squealing from the light kisses and nibbles that tickled her and raised goose bumps. I could smell her sweet young scent as I came closer. Susi’s clit was already hard and sticking up, begging for attention. I teased her for as long as I could stand, nibbling her thighs and lower stomach, until neither she nor I could take anymore. As my tongue slid along her lips Susi howled, throwing her head back, spreading her legs wider. Using just the tip at first I slid my tongue along the entire length of her pussy, up to her clit, which I deftly circled with my tongue.

Susi began to squirm and push forward. Using more of my tongue I began to lick her, spreading her inner lips wide open. Grabbing my head with her hands Susi lay all the way back and screamed

“Oooohhhh fucking god. Oooooohhh, eat me, lick me”

Lapping her up and down drove her wild and she continued to scream, and grind, crushing my head into her. Just when I thought she couldn’t get any louder or more enthusiastic I slide my tongue into her. Susi went crazy.

“What???? Oh fuck yes, oh my god, your tongue is fucking me, your tongue is fucking me” she kept screaming over and over until I felt her entire body start to tremble.

When Susi came it put the tsunami caused by the eruption of Krakatoa to shame. Wave after wave flooded over her body. Shaking and trembling she practically broke my neck thrusting my face against her erupting pussy. Soaking wet with sweat and cum Susi slid across the counter from one end to the other, dragging me along the whole way.

Finally, she began to come back to earth. Her eyes came back into focus and she loosened the choke-hold-of-death that she had on the back of my head. After cracking my neck a few times to try and restore my blood flow I stood up and looked down at the sexiest sight, such a young, gorgeous, woman totally satiated, beykent escort or so I thought. Susi surprised me by grabbing my arm and pulling herself up. Giving me a sloppy wet kiss she yanked down my gym shorts and underwear and dropped to her knees.

Looking up into my eyes she slowly licked her lips before swallowing my cock whole. Staring up into my eyes Susi purred and moaned as she gave me the sexiest, wettest, sloppiest blowjob. She soaked my cock in her saliva, licking up and down, literally drooling al over me till it was running down my balls and thighs. Sliding her hand up along with her mouth she bobbed up and down over my cock with a hunger that only comes from pure lust. At that rate I wasn’t going to last much longer, but this time I needed more than just her talented mouth.

Reaching down I pulled Susi to her feet. Kissing her deeply I turned her so she was leaning against the counter. My cock brushed against her pussy, which to my amazement was soaking wet again. When my cock touched her pussy lips she moaned and arched her back, bending over more to give me easier access.

“Is this what you want?” I teased as I rubbed the head of my cock over her wetness. My blood was boiling, and I was ready to take control and show this sexy young coed how it was really done.

“Yes” she immediately responded, pushing back, trying to impale herself on me.

“Yes what?” I demanded

“Yes Professor Reynolds” she cried in anguish “Yes I want your cock, I want your cock in me, deep in me”

“Deep in where?” I yelled as I rubbed her clit with the head of my cock, driving her and me crazy.

“In my pussy, in my wet pussy” she screamed as she shoved herself back “Shove it deep in my pussy, fill me, fill me with your stiff dick oooooohhhhhhh” she howled as I slid into her.

Susi was tight from her previous orgasm and we both stopped for a second as I buried myself in her, allowing her pussy to stretch around me. Neither of us could wait for long though, and soon I was sliding in and out of the tightest, wettest, hottest pussy on the face of the earth. Susi was screamed in ecstasy and started to cum again, or perhaps this was just the continuation of the early orgasm. I didn’t know and didn’t care. Her pussy tightened and contracted around my shaft, squeezing the head tight while simultaneously flooding it with moisture. I swear I could feel Susi’s body temperature rise. Reaching up and grabbing her tits I thrust in and out of her as fast as I could. Susi collapsed against the counter, screaming, crying, and yelling for more all at the same time.

I lasted about another minute of pure frantic, animalistic fucking before I too went over the edge. I could feel it building deep in me, and my legs buckled when I finally released. Swelling until I though I would burst I began to shoot loads of hot cum deep into Susi, who as already so tight I didn’t know how it would all fit. Squeezing her tits I released, and released, so much cum that it immediately began to leak out of her. My orgasm sent Susi over the edge for the third time, and for about 10 minutes we just leaned against the counter, me buried in her, filling her, as she continued to cum over and over again.

Finally we collapsed to the floor and lay there, kissing and fondling. Eventually I managed to get up and get myself together as best I could. Susi just lay on the floor, casually playing with her swollen pussy, still lost in orgasmic bliss. Leaning down to kiss her I told her I thought she would do just fine on her final exam.

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Dr. Adrian, an unconventional sex therapist by trade and passion, greeted her current clients with a sense of intrigue and curiosity. Apparently, Carson and Paisley Morrison had gotten themselves entangled in an open relationship that hadn’t ended so splendidly. Love was definitely a many splendored thing, but not so much in their case. She closed their individual files and took them with her through to her main office, a smile wide on her face.

“Good morning,” she said. She dropped their files on her desk and looked up at a strikingly beautiful couple. Carson had platinum blonde waves that touched his broad shoulders and his gray eyes were stormy, showing a hint of blue. He definitely had the sex appeal to attract women.

She turned her attention to Paisley who was one of those stunning natural beauties. Her waist length brown hair required no styling and was slung over her right shoulder where it rested in her lap. Her angled features were makeup free and highlighted her plush lips and deep brown eyes. “Okay, so from the individual profiles you two filled out, I can tell two things immediately. One is that you two still love each other very much. Two is that you entered into an agreement you thought you wanted without truly researching just how it could affect your relationship.”

Before Carson could comment, Dr. Adrian held up a hand. “Thankfully, you two still have what it takes to make this marriage successful, or else you both wouldn’t be here today, but it’s going to take work on both of your parts. I want to know the gritty, deepest, darkest secrets of your attempted open marriage. I want partners names-just their first names will be alright, what you did with them that you don’t do with each other, things you liked and the things you didn’t. If we’re going to fix this it starts with complete and total honesty. So, I’ll give you two thirty minutes while I go grab a coffee and I’ll meet you back here.”

***

A half an hour went by and Dr. Adrian found Carson and Paisley sitting in their chairs, unmoved. “Hello, how did you two do?” she asked and handed them both a coffee before she placed a tray of sugars and creamers on the desk in front of them.

“I feel better,” Carson told her. “It may not seem like a lot, but writing this down made me feel a lot better.”

“Good,” Dr. Adrian replied. “That’s the idea. Paisley?” The young woman handed hers over, a little jaded looking. “Thank you. Give me just a minute to scan them and I’ll be right with you.” Dr. Adrian looked at both files, perusing the questions and the scribbled answers. When she got to the partners list her surprise showed when she looked up at Paisley from over the files.

“What is it?” Carson asked, leaning forward, concern on his face.

“Complete honesty, right?” Dr. Adrian said, her question pointed at Paisley. The woman nodded her head.

“Carson, would you care to tell your wife how many partners you’ve had since your open marriage started?”

“One,” Carson said, heat suffusing his cheeks.

“And Paisley?”

She kept a straight face, but let out a huff of air, once that seemed to have been in there a while. “None.”

“None?” Carson asked, in obviously disbelief. “But the open marriage was your idea.”

“I brought it up because you were unhappy,” Paisley told him. “You didn’t talk to me, let alone touch me. You weren’t the Carson I knew, have known. You were distant and irritable and not yourself. I thought you were unhappy so I said that we should try an open marriage. I wanted you to be happy again, to be the Carson I fell in love with.”

Dr. Adrian watched their body language as they talked and noted the way Paisley had turned away from him. Not a good sign. Carson, however, had turned toward his wife, a positive first step. “Okay,” Dr. Adrian zeytinburnu escort interjected. “It’s obvious that communication broke down somewhere in the last six months, I’m going to guess it was from the very beginning, probably even before that. Still, the damage has been done because of it and the only thing that will fix it is for you two to spend some time communicating with and without words. How long has it been since you’ve been intimate?”

“Nearly a year,” Paisley told the doctor, fighting the tears that stung her eyes. Dr. Adrian handed her a tissue.

“So, there’s room for learning how to pleasure each other again.” Dr. Adrian smiled. She handed them a survey. “Fill these out and I’ll be right back.”

She watched them look at the surveys and then headed over to her divider and opened it. She lit candles and set out toys and lubricants, preparing for the couple to use them. “All set?” Dr. Adrian asked them to follow her over to the space.

“This is what I affectionately call my playroom. It’s not a BDSM room or anything, although I work through that sort of issue as well. It’s a room where couples and individuals can learn what they didn’t know when they stepped through my door.”

“Such as?”

“How to pleasure their spouse or partner with even the simplest caress,” Dr. Adrian told the couple, taking the challenge in his voice. “Carson, tell me what you think it takes to pleasure Paisley.”

“Well, I can tell you that she doesn’t like oral and she’s not much for any sort of foreplay.”

Dr. Adrian stepped between them before Paisley could scoff. “Alright. Carson, you’re going to sit here and relax. I’m going to show you just how much you don’t know about bringing Paisley to climax. I can tell you that what you just said wasn’t entirely accurate. Just by looking at your wife’s face, I can tell you that she thoroughly enjoys foreplay, oral included. She wants you to touch her, to tease her. So, since you don’t know as much as you thought, you’ll spend today’s session learning, and you’ll do some homework this week and show me next time just how much you learned.”

“What do you mean learning?”

“I mean, that I’m going to show you just how much Paisley wants you to touch her. How much she aches for you to love her with your body.”

He didn’t seem to like the idea, but that didn’t bother Dr. Adrian too much. In her experience, even the most annoyed husband took an interest when his wife was writhing and moaning, her body on the verge of climax. Time and time again she’d seen a husband want his wife with a renewed vigor when Dr. Adrian was done pleasuring her.

“Sit back and relax Carson,” Dr. Adrian instructed smiled. “Paisley will be out in just a second.”

***

Dr. Adrian went into the bathroom with Paisley and, together, they changed into something more…comfortable. “Are you okay with this?”

“I’ve never been with a woman before. I’m not sure I’ll be good at it.”

“All you have to do is relax.” Dr. Adrian smiled. “I’ll be doing all the work. The main thing to get through to Carson is that you’re a sexual woman with needs that aren’t being met. To show him that you’re a woman worth paying attention to and that if he can look at you through that light, he’d find his own needs being willingly taken care of as well.”

“I trust you.”

Dr. Adrian smiled. That was a good sign. She grabbed Paisley’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Good. Let’s go show your husband just how much you like foreplay.”

Dr. Adrian led the way out into the playroom area, Paisley following behind. She watched Carson from the corner of her eye, noting the way he took an interest in his nearly naked wife. “Remember, all you have to do is relax. arnavutköy escort Close your eyes and don’t think about anything other than how amazing you feel okay?”

“Okay,” Paisley whispered with a small smile.

Dr. Adrian blindfolded Paisley and brought her warm lips down on Paisley’s tender neck. She positioned her body so that Carson could easily see what she was doing to his wife and more importantly, how Paisley was responding. She moved her hand slowly up Paisley’s torso, paying special attention to the delicate skin along her side, and cupped the young woman’s soft and supple breast. Paisley moaned and bit her lip as Dr. Adrian ran her thumb over the tightening nipple. Dr. Adrian drew the strap of Paisley’s baby blue bra down, fully exposing the beautiful shape of her breast. Immediately, she bent her head and flicked her wet tongue over that taut peak. Paisley’s hips bucked in response and Dr. Adrian ran her hand down the slender slope of her belly. She continued to move her hand down, between Paisley’s legs, feeling the gentle rise of her soft mound. She slid a long finger against Paisley’s clit and moaned herself at the instant arousal that swept through her. That’s when she stole a peek over at Brad, who was sitting there in his chair, stifling an erection and panting heavily along with the two women.

Switching positions, Dr. Adrian pulled Paisley’s panties off and grinned. She could tell a lot about a woman by the way she groomed herself and Paisley’s landing strip told Dr. Adrian her client was a little bit of a freak, even if she didn’t want anyone to know. The reddish brown, curly hair that did decorate her was soft and trimmed very short. “You’re going to be a sweet treat, Paisley,” Dr. Adrian told her as her pressed her lips to the woman’s inner thigh. Paisley moaned and her body jerked with need.

Another look at Carson told the doctor that he was intently watching them, his attention more focused on his wife now. The growing bulge in his pants also told Dr. Adrian that Carson wasn’t nearly as over his wife as he’d thought when their open marriage had started. Dr. Adrian moved her free hand over Paisley’s wet lips, parting them and then inserting two slender fingers into the inviting heat of her new lover’s wet folds. Closing her eyes, Dr. Adrian concentrated on how Paisley’s body clenched around her. Working back and forth, she built the young woman up so that her gasps of shock sputtered out as she tried to hold on. “Come for me Paisley,” Dr. Adrian whispered against the woman’s ear. “I want to feel that heavy burst when you climax.”

Dr. Adrian plunged into her again, running her wet thumb over Paisley’s aching clit as she felt the orgasm she’d been pushing her client toward. Immediately, Dr. Adrian moved back to the position she’d been in. This time though, she bent forward and ran her wet tongue over Paisley’s slick opening. The flavor of her filled Dr. Adrian’s senses as she worked her tongue into that small space. Her lips suckled Paisley’s folds until the young woman was crying out for release, her hands tugging incoherently at Dr. Adrian’s thick hair. “Please, oh God!”

“That’s right, sweetie,” Dr. Adrian encouraged as her fingers slid into Paisley’s warm folds. In and out, Dr. Adrian drove her higher, then she bent over again to suckle Paisley’s wet clit and once again her client exploded in ecstasy. Dr. Adrian finally sat back, satisfied that she’d done her job. One look at Carson told her that he was on the verge of mounting his wife right then and there. “Paisley why don’t you, when you can, go jump in the shower and clean up.” Her client just gave a nod and hopped off the bed, making her way to the bathroom.

“W-where did you learn to do that?” Brad asked, not gaziosmanpaşa escort even bothering to hide his obvious erection.

“Do what?”

“Pleasure a woman that way? Are you gay?”

“No,” Dr. Adrian replied and laughed. “Pleasuring, whether to a female or male is about listening first and foremost. I’m not talking about what Paisley says, but what her body is saying. She yearns for you Carson, her body is ripe for release and she wants desperately to explore her sexual prowess with you. All you have to do is ask the question and listen to her answers, the ones she voices and those she doesn’t.”

“So you’re saying that she likes what you did?”

“She’s human Carson, but as great as I was, it’s you she really wants.” Dr. Adrian smiled. She put an encouraging hand on his shoulder. “It’s definitely not too late for you and your wife to make things work. Why don’t you take one of the toys I set out and go join your wife? There’s plenty of hot water so take your time. When you’re done I’ll be ready with your homework assignment.” “Thanks doc, and for the record, what you did with my wife was so hot.”

Dr. Adrian beamed proudly. “That was the point.”

Dr. Adrian watched him for a moment, smiling to herself. Honesty was definitely the best policy and she felt confident that Carson and Paisley, especially by the time they finished their entire session set, would be just fine in and out of the bedroom. She heard a squeal and the deep male laughter. She pictured Carson arousing his wife with the long, thick vibrator he’d chosen. It wasn’t long before he heard the throaty moans of a woman on the verge of another orgasm.

Wet and wanting herself, Dr. Adrian found the vibrator she preferred and started touching herself. She fondled her swollen clit and fingered her own wet folds. Ripe for release from her foreplay with Paisley, Dr. Adrian worked her body slowly, using a favorite tantric method to prolong the climax that would relax her. She listened to Paisley and Carson loving one another in the bathroom and felt her body build up as they enjoyed each other. She fondled her breasts, pinching her nipples as they tightened with arousal. She closed her eyes and slid the vibrator into the hot folds of her pussy, feeling it throb against the device she’d chosen.

Already worked up, Dr. Adrian fought to hold on, her ears listening intently to Paisley and Carson. The second time Paisley cried out, eliciting a scream of Carson’s name, Dr. Adrian gave her own unavoidable cry of ecstasy as she came hard around the vibrator. Eventually, after coming down off the high of release, she removed the vibrator and thoroughly cleaned it. She’d have to talk Garrett into bed tonight because fixing a married couple’s sexual relations was always one of the hottest turn-ons she could get.

By the time Dr. Adrian saw Paisley and Carson exiting the bathroom, she had their homework ready. “These pamphlets are a quick reference guide to foreplay and tantric sexual acts. I want you both to study them. Use them on each other and when you’re alone. Learn what works for you and communicate that to your partner. Knowledge is power so the more you know, the happier you’ll be. Be open and honest, Paisley, about what you like and what you don’t. Communicate your needs and desires to each other. Sometimes, just hearing you say what you like can be as strong a turn on as the act itself. Enjoy each other and work hard to make one another the center of attention every time you make love. When you come back next week, we’ll go over your lessons and the progress you made, things you enjoyed and the things you want to continue to work on.”

Dr. Adrian walked them out and returned to her office to close up early. She had a mind to pay her husband a visit at his office, wearing nothing under the trench coat she’d put on against the chill. As she walked out to her car, Dr. Adrian took notice of a car that was parked a ways down and smiled.

Apparently Carson and Paisley hadn’t been able to wait until they got home to get their hands on each other again. So far, if asked, Dr. Adrian would have said they were getting an A on their homework.

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The sun hit his eyes just as he turned into the parking lot. “Hold on a sec” he said into his phone. Shielding his eyes he pulled into the 1st spot and spoke again “Ok, 6 or 6:15 it is.” He paused, listening. “Ok, cool. See you then.” He hung up the phone and dropped it in his pocket. He sat in the car a moment more smiling and looking out the window at nothing in particular.

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Her hair was still wet. He felt it clinging to her shoulders and back as he held her to him.

Cool now, her wet hair between his arms and her soft skin added yet another distinct sensation to the many things he felt when he held her like this. He felt her arms around him, holding him as he held her. He felt her grip on him tighten then relax.

He stood a bit back and leaned down then. His long arms extended his fingers were on the back of her shoulders. The tips of his fingers feeling the strap of the black lace bra she had just put on after her shower. He loved the feel of her and her warmth when he touched her. He loved the way she looked at him when he looked at her. The look shared everything without a word and shared it all so completely and perfectly. He could get lost in that he thought. He had been lost in it he knew. He knew it from the beginning and it still held him entirely.

His already wide smile spread some more. He leaned in then to kiss her. He put his lips to hers softly, feeling them come together as they did thrilled him again as it always had. The rush he felt, the familiar yet still startling flurry in his stomach came back to him and he welcomed it.

They let the moment linger, the kiss soft and slow. Again his arms slid around her, again drawing her to him. He felt her body press to him in response. Before he even realized he had done it, he felt the strap of the bra release. As he felt his fingers on her now bare skin he felt the kiss grow quickly and powerfully. His lips parted her tongue darted over his lips and found her tongue.

Hungry for her immediately he accepted her tongue returning the kiss passionately. Fingers on her back slid up to her neck to the back of her hair. The fingertips of that hand felt her head tilt to the side a bit as their kiss continued, grew and evolved. Her arms reached up for him around his shoulders. She clung to him.

His other arm reached further around her. He pressed himself to her feeling her on his thigh. Her heat pressed onto him and he felt his own excitement growing. Instinctively he turned to her wanting her to feel him against her. They both knew how the other craved that reaction. Their reactions were almost simultaneous. Two moans filled the bedroom in an almost perfect harmony. Hands reached. Fingers pressed. They clung and pushed together.

He reached his tongue deeper across her lips. Hers curled and slid across his. She took it between her lips, sucking softly and soon more passionately. His fingertips began to slide through her long brown hair. Her hips also began to grind eagerly against his thigh bringing a gasp and another moaned grunt as he felt how very hot, how ready she was for him. He felt her arms unclasp from around his neck. She shifted herself and reached for him. She looked and saw the bulge in his beige khaki pants. She knew perfectly well what was behind the loose fitting fabric. Her fingers reached, touched the fabric and took him. The felt himself stiffen more as she began to squeeze….

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His smile didn’t change even as he pulled into the driveway a few minutes later. He had only driven a mile or so before he got he got the call. As he shifted in his seat, unlocking his seatbelt, he became aware of his own renewed arousal. He opened the car door and stepped out, feeling the tightness. His mind so occupied with thoughts of her, how ready and eager she was for him, and him for her, he was almost to the front door when he remembered his bag on the front seat. A thought to turn around and get it was easily replaced with another more urgent thought, of who and what waited inside. He opened the front door and went inside.

Another vision of her earlier flashed though his head, of her body pressing so urgently to him, a twitch and another flash, the moment when her body shifted. He grinned despite himself and how he knew just what would happen next. Her fingers around him, her soft but insistent grip when he turned, her fingers slipping off of him, the thought stopped him in his kitchen. He stood for just a moment, a barely audible sigh as he thought about her.

His smile wide already remained just as wide. He delighted in how turned on she was when he left. One of his favorite and often reoccurring thoughts was of her being so turned on. He really loved thinking of her that way. So many times he enjoyed thinking of her desire, her passion and hunger building to such a point. He shook his head and glanced at the hall stairs. She was up there.

His business took him away for a few days fatihescort from time to time. Every time he hated leaving her. He wanted every moment of every day with her. It pained him to leave but it had been only since late last year when he found some small way to actually make their parting at least a bit easier.

They had been making sure that before he left on a trip that they spend that time together. On one occasion they had lost track of time. Having just begun he realized his lateness and had no choice but to hurry off. Both so caught up in the shared moment, his thoughts for hours and hours were of nothing but her and that moment. Ending too soon. Prematurely. Of how she looked. The need and desire so palpable. He found that for days he could almost taste her craving. It thrilled him more than he thought it could over that entire trip.

A few weeks later on his next trip he had done the same, bringing her again to that exquisite state… And then with a smile he kissed her once more, deeply, turned and stepped away. Her eager and wanting expression turned to one of surprise as he turned at the bedroom door, looking back and winked. “Hold that thought” he said. Since then he had said that at the door each time as part of what had come to be something of a routine.

He slid his jacket off and put in on the back of a chair. He turned and started up the steps thinking as he had been all morning, non-stop of her.

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Her fingers moved quickly for him. She expected his reaction when she touched him but she reached for him anyway. She just had to feel. She smiled still when he turned away after allowing her to feel just how firm he had gotten. She knew they were alike in wanting so much to please each other. They both very much enjoyed that. It was a perfect match and she knew it.

At first she had been shocked and even a little hurt when he did that, when he pulled away from her as he did especially that first time. She knew he was late and that he did have to go, but to leave her like that…She did have to admit though, as turned on as she was at that moment, she was even more so after he left. She had to take matters into her own hands and she did and she couldn’t remember ever enjoying being alone as much as she did that day. She wasn’t really surprised and came to enjoy that aspect of their parting now.

She smiled when he turned and walked to the bedroom doorway. He turned to look at her. She was utterly stunning in black lace panties, matching bra hanging loosely at the moment not really covering her perfect breasts. One stiff nipple exposed, darker than the surrounding soft, all over tan, skin. His eyes lingered on her, hunger in them, before he asked her to hold that thought and left. She looked back at him, watching and enjoying the hunger she saw in his eyes. She especially liked the very noticeable bulge in his pants. While he looked at her she devoured him with her eyes.

He hadn’t even turned away yet before her fingertips came up to pinch that exposed nipple. Her thoughts were of his hands on her, of his body, his lips, his tongue on her she sank back against the pillows of the bed. Those fingers tugged and twisted her nipple as her other hand reached between her already spreading thighs. Her fingers over the lace material, she felt herself through the fabric. She was very hot and very wet already. She felt her moisture seep through to her fingers immediately.

She thought about how much he loved to feel and touch and taste her wetness and quickly she slipped aside the panties, two fingers slid inside her instantly. She moaned softly and pushed those fingers as deep as she could while thinking of him filling her and how badly she did want him inside her right now. Her fingertips slipped and pressed. She felt her wetness between them, a few drops already making their way closer to the palm of her hand as she twisted and turned them.

She turned her hand and drew back her fingers. They went to her mouth. Again she moaned as she tasted herself. Her lips sucked one finger all the way down. She moaned a second time, this time to feel the vibrations on her finger. She thought about how much she enjoyed tasting herself like this on his smooth slippery hard shaft. His own pleasure as she licked and sucked him truly thrilled her. His reaction when she moaned on him was so perfect she thought. She moaned and sucked her finger clean. Her tongue already licking the drops of her from her palm her hips lifted a bit from the mattress.

Having expected this moment when he left she rolled only a bit to the retrieve what she had ready next to the pillows. Her fingers found her favorite toy. Her hips lifted and her other hand slid her panties down. A quick rub of her swelling and wet clit then she brought the toy to her. She pressed the soft tip to her entrance and thought of him there. She thought of the look in his levent escort eyes when held still in that spot. She thought about the spark they shared when he pushed into her. She drew the soft purple shaft into her slowly just as he liked to do. She pressed it deeper. It was larger than he was but it lacked ‘his’ touch to her. Her mind flooded with thoughts and images of him, of her, and of them. She knew she was already close and felt the familiar and tremendous wave building already. She didn’t slow her pace. Instead she quickened her movements, plunging the toy into herself. Plunging him into her. Just a moment more and she crested her first wave. The rush overtook her and she gave herself to it fully. The flood around the toy to her fingers was warm and very very wet.

The toy paused for a moment inside of her. She loved how she felt when she flowed around its length. She left it there while she again brought her fingers to her lips. She licked at the few drops of her cum on her fingertips. Again thoughts of him replacing her fingers danced and played. Still with a fingertip between her lips her other hand took the toy beginning again.

She was savoring the slide in and out of her slowly. Her head pressed back to the pillow and she moaned again, low still but longer this time. The tantalizing feeling of again moving toward another orgasm with him delighted her. She slowed and wanted to enjoy every moment. She rolled a bit on the bed, her head turning to see his laptop on a nearby table. A thought occurred to her. She set aside her toy and rolled over and took the laptop. It was already on she knew where she wanted to go. Together they had found a few websites they enjoyed. In a second she was there. In another second she had her toy again….

He walked up the steps and smiled to himself. He thought about her and how much he loved how turned on she would get with him. He knew there were very few things that made him happier. He stopped at the top of the stairs when he heard a sound from the bedroom. Standing still he heard a moan and was about to move again when he heard another and then another, at least one of the sounds he knew wasn’t her. A puzzled moment flashed through his mind and he took the few remaining steps to the doorway. As he neared the doorway he recognized the sounds as coming from his computer.

He stood outside the doorway and looked into the room. He saw her on the bed leaning a bit to one side tilted away from him as she watched the screen. He knew she hadn’t noticed him there yet. Instantly he felt own growing stiffness respond. He watched as small blonde girl on the screen knelt before an impossibly proportioned man. The girl’s mouth slid to the base of what appeared to be a very impressive cock. His moan was loud and, he thought anyway, very genuine as the girl expertly took every inch. The view was from behind her. Her head bobbed up and down on him and he noticed his wife’s fingers were in her mouth. She sucked and moaned on them.

He was about to enter the room when he caught a glimpse of her toy between her thighs. He paused another moment and watched her shift, one leg opening a bit more. His viewing angle wasn’t the best but he knew she was pressing at least the tip of her toy into her. He became aware again of his own excitement. His fingers had begun squeezing himself. The tip pinched and pressed, he unzipped then decided to quietly unbuckle himself.

The strap came out silently but the clasp made a small sound and he expected to see her turn and see him. She didn’t. He looked in the room again to see her now plunging the toy deeper. Her eyes went to the image of the little blond girl bent over what looked like an office desk. The guy was behind her, the camera showed his slick shiny wet shaft being pressed and rubbed between the blonde’s admittedly appealing ass and a pink and wet and bare pussy. It seemed to him that the guy was deciding which hole to press himself into. And apparently he decided. With a grunt he buried himself in her pussy which a moan. The blonde practically squealed in pleasure but his wife’s moan was loudest of them all. He opened his pants and slid his fingers around himself as he listened to her. She was about to cum he knew. Already he was stroking as he looked again to see her ass flexing as she pushed her hips to meet her favorite toy being pushed deep over and over.

He listened and watched as her orgasm overtook her. His hand pumped himself as he watched. He didn’t realize he had moaned as well but neither did she at that moment. Her gasp turned to a cry of pleasure and her hips bucked. He knew that to be a sign that this orgasm was particularly powerful. His smile at that thought was absolute. He stepped out of the pants that were around his ankles and was again about to enter the room but instead he waited again. The screen showed that the guy didn’t stay with his initial decision. The ortaköy escort camera lingered on a tight shot of the blondes little ass being penetrated by his thick hard cock.

In and out it slid. His moans were soft in contrast to her louder cries. His pace picked up. He saw his wife turn a bit more. He saw her roll onto her knees her toy still held inside her. She faced away from him affording him the most amazing view of her from behind. He watched her toy being slid into her. He moaned again, softly this time, as he saw her cum dripping down her inner thigh. He wanted to lick that from her soft inner thigh. He felt his own precum on his tip.

He couldn’t see the screen very well but saw enough to see the guy was still behind the blonde. From the sounds she was making whatever he doing he was doing it well. He shifted his focus from the screen back to his wife’s fingers and her toy as she slid it deep. He watched her slip it from her now dripping wet, pink and swollen pussy. He saw her juices follow the tip from her and flow along that line down her thigh. His gaze then followed her toy as she pressed it over her flowing lips. She slid it lower, under herself and caught some of the flowing juices. The tip slid up again along her slit. He watched as it passed the edges of those lips, up to touch her own gorgeous ass.

For maybe the one millionth time he thought to himself. “God she’s got such a great ass.” The thought coming as it did, unbidden, to him made him almost chuckle despite his obvious and complete arousal. The semi distracted moment didn’t last though. His eyes were locked on the sight of his wife beginning to press the tip of her toy into her. His hand on his shaft stopped as he stared. He saw her ass clench then relax to accept the cum-slicked tip. She held that tip inside her and moaned even louder. As soon as he heard her the sound had him quickly pumping himself again.

Her moans now were louder and sustained as she started to press more then just the tip in. She pressed her face into the mattress and she noticed over the top curve of her ass that the blonde girl had been turned onto her back on the desk. The guy had a sheen of sweat on his chest as he held her legs and continued to pound himself into her. Her cries were also sustained but a higher pitch than his wife. Listening to them both moaning, he realized he was stroking hard and fast in the doorway. He felt a quick surge and knew he was close. He slowed himself.

But his wife hadn’t slowed at all. In fact he watched her toy dart quickly in and out of her ass now. A little over half of its length disappeared each time she pulled it into her. Again he listened to her and again he couldn’t help the rush of pleasure that came to him when he realized she was about to cum yet again

He did manage to resist stroking again since he knew he was so close already. Instead he was still and watched and enjoyed. Her cries were loud. He knew exactly what was coming next. Finally he stepped softly into the room. His bare feet on the carpeted floor made no noise. Kneeling as she was on the bed he knew he couldn’t quite reach her without getting on the bed. He moved behind her. A hand on his rock hard shaft, he squeezed hard and he thoroughly enjoyed his wife’s cry as she came.

His eyes were locked on her as she came. His view so close behind her was amazing. Her juices flowed from her as she nearly screamed in ecstasy. He knew he had reached his own limit and could no longer just watch. He saw his wife calm just a bit and the toy slip from her. She had begun to slide down to the mattress until he also slid onto the bed behind her. Expecting her startled response he saw her turn her head to see him. Her look of nearly exhausted pleasure turn to surprise and then joy at seeing him.

As ready and extremely eager as he was, his hand touched her hip and his fingers guided her back up to that position on her knees. She had barely gotten back to that spot before he slid himself right where her toy had been. He knew his size was smaller than the toy so he expected he would slide into her easier. He did and he pushed all of himself into her. His gasp matched hers as he pressed. Her voice cracked a little as she called out to him “Jimmm!”

He knew he was close already, his pace was quick, he felt his balls already wet as they slapped against her pussy. ‘Mmmmmm Ann!” he gasped when he felt another surge inside him. This time he didn’t stop or slow. He picked up his pace. He cried out again “I’m cummminggggg!” arched his back and plowed himself into her as deep as he could. The initial flood that erupted from him released as deep inside her as he could manage. He pressed his shaft, held still and felt the second release and then the third. Wave after wave of cum filled her.

He became aware of a light sweat on him now and he looked at the computer screen. In what struck him as eloquent timing he noticed the blonde again on her knees in front of the guy. Cum covered half of her lips as she looked up at him and licked him playfully. The camera caught a quick glimpse of his smile and he recognized and indeed shared that smile. He looked back to his wife who also watched the screen. He watched that smile as he bent over her. His body on hers he leaned to kiss her.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni boşaltmamı ister misin?
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Author’s note: If you haven’t read Ch. 02 in a while, you may want to consider re-reading. I revised it to include some modest plot revisions and corrections a few weeks after the original posting. Also, thanks for reading. I greatly appreciate feedback in the comments section or by PM.

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Several uneventful days had passed since our shopping trip. I had no satisfying response to Maria’s observation regarding Adrienne’s earrings (or lack thereof), but she dropped the matter without further comment. Adrienne and Rachel, apparently both content to let our respective relationships develop organically for the time being, had kept a reasonable distance. In fact the two seemed closer to one another then ever, frequently going out to lunch or drinks without me. I wondered whether the experience in the car had had the effect of bringing them together rather than driving them apart.

Work itself continued apace, my responsibilities growing. Maria had even begun to trust me with assignments she had previously reserved for Adrienne. My prospects for future advancement looked strong.

It was late on Friday of the following week when I was finally confronted by Rachel about her daring initiative in the car, and more specifically, the promise I had made to induce it. Adrienne and Maria had left for the evening, leaving me alone in the office when the tall, auburn-haired girl swept in with a confident half-smile on her face. She wore a pair of designer jeans paired with a dark spaghetti-strap tanktop, her damp hair announcing that she had just worked out downstairs and changed into more casual clothes afterward.

She planted both hands on my desk and looked down at the paperwork before her. “You know Maria keeps me CC’ed on the emails detailing your current projects, right? I know for a fact that none of that stuff is due until the end of next week.”

“I’ve got to stay ahead of the curve. I might be in Maria’s good graces at the moment, but who knows when that’ll change?”

She rolled her eyes and smiled a wicked grin. “Screw that. I’m cashing in my favor. Come over to my place later tonight.”

I mentally weighed my options. I had already planned to work quite late and make progress on the following week’s work. But the allure of visiting Rachel’s apartment, and in particular, her bedroom, had by now become unbearable.

“Okay,” I agreed. “But I’ve got to work at least a little more. Text me the address and I’ll be there at 9.”

“Great!” she replied. The tall girl spun and turned to exit, but paused for a moment. She looked back for a moment, biting her lip in what seemed like anticipation, before leaving for good.

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I showed up at Rachel’s apartment in the West Village promptly at 9, dressed casually and carrying a bottle of wine. The doorman building itself was plainly an expensive one, far nicer than a twenty-three-year-old receptionist should have been able to afford, even accounting for the fact that our company paid above market rate. I silently concluded that she must have income I didn’t know about.

Rachel greeted me at the door to her penthouse apartment and led me in, revealing a plush interior that bore the touch of either a talented designer or spectacular personal taste. She herself wore the same outfit as earlier, although her hair had been blown dry — obviously the girl hadn’t been sitting around primping for my arrival, which I found interesting.

Leading me into a spacious, well-appointed kitchen, Rachel took the bottle of unexceptional sauvignon blanc I had brought and casually went at the cork with a bottle opener as I commented on the quality of her furnishings. “Oh, it’s no big deal. I’m lucky to be able to afford nice things, I guess,” she responded, brushing off my compliment with modesty. She poured two glasses of the white wine and handed one to me. “Come on. I’ll give you the tour.”

Rachel walked me through the living room, where a large flat-screen with gorgeous speakers sat before a high-end leather couch, and into the bedroom. A queen bed sat against the wall to my right, facing out toward a large window on the opposite wall. Because the room was apparently situated at a corner of the building, windows also lined the wall directly across from me, opposite the entryway. A large walk-in closet was open to the left of the main doorway, the door outfitted with french shutters.

I again shook my head in awe. “This is beautiful. You have an amazing apartment.”

“well, I’ve got something even better to show you. Here, take a seat.” Rachel lightly pushed me toward the bed, where I sat patiently as she headed toward the closet. Her butt flexed marveously as usual, filling out the jeans perfectly.

She turned back to me for a moment. “Close your eyes.” I saw her staring, waiting for me to comply, so I did as requested.

A moment later I heard her walking back toward me. Out of nowhere, something firm but flexible struck my cheek, not hard, but unexpectedly enough to topkapı escort nearly cause me to drop my glass of wine. Rachel let out a malicious peal of laughter as I opened my eyes to find her holding something that it took me a moment to recognize: a flesh-colored replica of what looked like a suspiciously familiar penis.

Rubbing my cheek with one hand, I raised my eyebrows. “Is that…”

She laughed even harder, her eyes twinkling. “Yes! It’s you. Or pretty close, anyway. I had it made a few weeks ago based partly on the measurements we took with Kelly in the health clinic and partly on my… personal observations.”

She frowned for a moment, looking at the toy closely. “It’s not as good as a cast would have been, but a girl’s gotta make due, right?” She smiled and raised it to her lips, kissing the head lightly. “We’ve had a lot of fun together, you and me.”

I was too stunned to respond right away. The implications rushed through my mind, images of this beautiful girl pleasuring herself to me for weeks…

Rachel casually sipped her wine as she continued watching me closely. “But that’s not why I asked you to come over tonight. Or not the whole reason, anyway. If I’m not mistaken, we should have another visitor any minute…” Just as she looked down at her watch, the doorbell rang. She turned back to me.

“These are the rules. You go in the closet and turn off the light. Do whatever you want back there, but I don’t want to hear so much as a peep. And definitely don’t come out without my permission. Understand?”

This had all happened so quickly that my mind remained blanketed in a haze of confusion. “Wait. Rachel, as flattered as I am right now, I’m not particularly interested in watching you have sex with some other guy. I know some people are into that, but, um, maybe we should get to know one another a little better first?”

She waited patiently for me to finish as I trailed off. The doorbell rang again. “Don’t worry. That’s not going to happen. If I’m right about what’s going to happen, I promise you’ll like it.”

Seeing that I didn’t appear to have much choice in the matter, I nodded. Rachel looked me squarely in the eye for a moment. “God, I want to fuck you.”

The tall girl then smiled brightly. “The REAL you!” She again teasingly smacked me in the arm with the dildo before setting it on a nearby dresser. After an authoritative push toward the closet, she left the room.

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After she exited, I paused for only a moment before stepping into the huge walk-in closet. clothes and shoes rested on countless shelves and hanging racks around me. A small stepladder sat to my left. Hearing Rachel’s voice greet someone, I closed the door, positioned the stepladder in front of the shutters, and shut off the lights. I then sat down and gently eased open the french shutters just enough to see into the mood-lit room but no more. From where I sat I had a side view of the bed.

Soon I heard voices approaching, and almost immediately had a sense that Rachel’s was not the only familiar one. My hunch was confirmed when Rachel entered the bedroom followed immediately by none other than my officemate, Adrienne. Both girls carried wine glasses filled considerably higher than might be considered conventional.

Like Rachel, the tall brunette was dressed comfortably in jeans, hipster-style sneakers, and a striped long-sleeve shirt. Her hair was pulled back loosely, although a few strands trailed down across her dark horn-rimmed glasses. She was in the middle of a sentence as she entered.

“– nice of you to do this for me.” She paused. “With me, I mean.”

Rachel looked back up at the other girl, two years her junior. “Don’t get the wrong idea. This would have stayed my secret if you hadn’t been snooping around in my closet when you came over last week.”

Even in the low light I could see Adrienne’s pale cheeks redden at the accusation. “You said I could borrow some clothes! Not that I even OWN a sex toy, but if I did, I sure wouldn’t keep it right next to my SHOES!”

Rachel paused and fiddled with a remote control, triggering low, intimate music from speakers that I apparently hadn’t noticed earlier. “Oh, whatever. You’d own one of these too if you had any idea what you were missing.” She laughed to herself. With another push of a button the lights dimmed further.

Adrienne took a large swallow of wine, her posture betraying a distinct nervousness. Rachel, by contrast, seemed totally at ease. She stepped toward Adrienne and rested her hands on the other girl’s hips. As she leaned in, however, Adrienne resisted, gently pushing at the auburn-haired girl’s shoulders. “You know that I’m not… into that, Rach. I mean, it’s not you, or anything.”

Rachel sighed in exasperation. “Okay. I get it. You just want me to help you get ready for sex. With a guy. With… one particular guy.” She looked meaningfully over at the replica of my equipment still aksaray escort sitting on her dresser. “But we have to start somewhere.”

In one smooth motion, she lifted off her tank top, revealing her pale, firm stomach and superb breasts, which were cradled across her chest by a dark demicup bra. She then tugged upward at Adrienne’s shirt. “Come on. Off with it.”

Adrienne hesitated and then pulled the top up over her head, her chest revealed in profile, jutting outward from her narrow frame and supported significantly by a heavy-duty bra. Both girls then began to squirm out of their jeans, exposing dark hip-hugging panties.

“Okay. Phase One. Up on the bed,” Rachel announced. “And put this on.” She handed the brunette what seemed to be a blindfold.

“Are you sure about this?” Adrienne set down her wine and inspected the dark mask. “Tell me why I’ll be wearing this again? I can’t see anything without my glasses anyway.”

“Like you said a minute ago. I know you’re not really into girls. This will make it easier for you to imagine that it’s the real thing.” Rachel drank the rest of her wine in one long pull.

Apparently satisfied, Adrienne removed her glasses and donned the blindfold. Both girls climbed up on the bed, Adrienne lying on her back and Rachel stradled above her. One of Rachel’s hands went to the small of Adrienne’s back, while the other traced lightly on her chest. She appeared to be taking more than a purely educational interest in her subject.

My arousal rose sharply as Rachel leaned down and began kissing Adrienne’s neck. This time the brunette did not resist, but after a moment she began giggling. “This is ridiculous. Even with the blindfold I still can’t forget that it’s you. I mean, your boobs are pressing into mine.” She paused. “They’re really nice, by the way.” She reached up and jokingly squeezed a breast in each hand.

“Don’t worry about it. Just relax. You need to loosen up,” Rachel responded, her voice muffled next to Adrienne’s neck.

I could see Rachel slide her right hand up Adrienne’s back, and a moment later the brunette’s bra was coming away in her grasp. In the meantime, I had quietly unbuckled my pants to ease the tension beneath.

Rachel paused for a moment, tenderly patting and massaging the sides of Adrienne’s tremendous chest, before again lowering her face. I watched her tease the younger girl, circling a nipple with her tongue for several slow moments before finally taking it in her mouth and pulling upward with light suction. Adrienne moaned softly.

After repeating the motion on Adrienne’s other breast, Rachel arched back and removed her own bra. Leaning down again, she eased a hand into Adrienne’s underwear, which prompted a sharp intake of breath from the brunette. “Oh, god, I want this so much, why won’t he just give it to me?” she whispered pleadingly, apparently to herself.

A few moments later, Rachel again sat up. “I think we’re ready. It’s time to get down to business,” she declared with anticipation in her voice. She then shimmied back, tugging the other girl’s panties with her. Adrienne remained mostly still as Rachel left the bed and walked lithely over to the dresser where she had let the sex toy rest.

Rachel picked up the item, waved it knowingly in my direction, and then proceeded to open a drawer. From inside she withdrew a small black harness-type item. After casting off her underwear, the girl stepped into the harness, tightened it around her slim, nude waist and between her legs, and somehow affixed the rubber shaft to the center of the strap. From a nearby bottle she applied what I guessed to be lubricant to her new sexual apparatus, stroking intently up and down the pole as if she could actually feel the sensation.

Preparations complete, Rachel climbed up onto the bed and this time spread Adrienne’s legs gently. “This might be cold at first,” she warned, “but it should warm up after a little while.”

“It’s okay. You’re sure that’s his size?”

Rachel laughed and ran a hand through her short, wavy hair. “Like you haven’t seen enough of him to know?” She guided Adrienne’s hand downward. “Here, maybe this will refresh your memory.”

Adrienne palpated at the shaft with her hand for moment. As Rachel leaned forward into a basic missionary position, Adrienne guided the object in toward her entrance. After a few tentative thrusts and swirls of Rachel’s hips it was apparent that they had succeeded in nestling at least the head inside the blindfolded girl.

“God, you’re tight,” Rachel muttered. “Usually this goes in for me without any trouble.”

“Well, pardon me if I haven’t slept with like a hundred guys,” Adrienne retorted.

“Hey!” Rachel exclaimed, following up with a hard, deep thrust that caused Adrienne to shriek in surprise. “FOUR. I have been with exactly FOUR guys. And only a few girls. So back off.”

From there Rachel settled into a gentle, regular pumping motion, her hips moving fulya escort farther forward each time until it was clear that Adrienne was taking everything available. The brunette had clasped one hand on Rachel’s bobbing ass and the other in her auburn hair as the other girl pumped with enthusiasm. After a moment she wrapped her legs around Rachel’s waist, giving Rachel leverage to thrust harder.

I, in the meantime, had taken off my clothing and was stroking myself aggressively, knowing that at that very moment Adrienne was imagining, and in fact simulating, the sensation of my cock between her long legs. I was sorely tempted to join both her and my stunt double, but remembered Rachel’s admonitions.

After several moments Rachel pulled out and sat back in a kneeling position, the faux penis of course still pointed aggressively upward. Both girls were breathless. “You’re doing really well, but let’s try a different position,” she suggested. “This will hit you a little deeper.”

“Um, okay,” Adrienne replied cautiously, absently hefting a heavy breast in each hand and toying with her large areolas. “What should I do?”

“Come down and stand at the foot of the bed. Lean over onto it.” Rachel crawled off the bed and retrieved Adrienne’s wine glass, taking a long pull and then handing it to the other girl, who finished its contents. After retrieving the glass and setting it down, Rachel positioned herself behind the still-blindfolded brunette and guided the girl’s torso down onto the bed.

Rachel then again placed the toy between Adrienne’s legs, this time from behind, and, after confirming a proper entry, began sliding in and out slowly. Adrienne had braced herself on her elbows, her breasts hanging down to the bed itself. As Rachel began to thrust, momentum carried Adrienne’s breasts forward and back in a violent, hypnotic sway. Almost immediately she began to moan.

“Oh, that feels so good. I wish it was him fucking me right now. I want his cock so badly…”

Rachel had grasped the upper portions of Adrienne’s ass cheeks in her hands and now began pumping aggressively, slapping herself into the girl, the repetitive sound of flesh on flesh accompanying her. I could see Adrienne’s ass shake and ripple as the dildo slid in and out of her.

“Oh god… oh god… fuck me! Please don’t stop fucking me!” Adrienne pinched and pulled at a nipple with one hand as she seemed to approach orgasm. At that moment, however, Rachel pulled out.

“Don’t move,” she warned the other girl. “I’ll be right back.”

I was stunned to see Rachel walk purposefully over to the closet. Without hestitation she opened the door and beckoned to me. Her whisper was masked by the music. “Come on out. I want you to play with us. It’ll be our secret. And don’t be afraid of where your stuff goes — I’m on the pill.”

“What’re you doing over there?” Adrienne asked, still blindfolded and bent over the bed, one hand now moving quickly between her legs.

“Just getting some more wine. I’ll be back in a second,” Rachel announced. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up and out, my erection rock-hard before me. I walked forward, both of our footsteps muffled by the carpet and music.

I paused for a moment directly behind Adrienne, Rachel standing next to me with a sly look on her face. The brunette bent over the bed looked gorgeous, her dark hair cascading down her arched back, her pale ass hovering high at waist height before me. She moved one hand emphatically between her legs.

I guided my cock forward and teased myself just in front of her entrance, wisps of her hair greeting me. Rachel looked at me and nodded, but I shook my head back at her and pulled away slightly. Whether Adrienne might consent to have sex with me in a general sense was irrelevant. I wasn’t going to do this to her without her knowledge.

At that moment, though, Rachel announced in a sing-song voice, “I’m back!”

“Oh, thank god,” Adrienne sighed. At the same time she reached her hand backward and grabbed my cock, pulling it toward her. About three inches of me entered beyond her wet lips, her tunnel soft but still very tight.

I paused for only a heartbeat before quickly jerking away, my cock sliding out of her and through her grasp. I stepped back and moved Rachel into my place. Adrienne began to protest.

“Hey! Keep going!” She seemed not to have noticed any difference between Rachel’s toy and the genuine article.

Rachel looked at me and rolled her eyes. “Okay, fine, let’s try something a little different,” she said, ostensibly speaking to Adrienne but still looking directly at me. She turned back to the girl in front of her. “Turn over onto your back and spread your legs near the edge of the bed. You can put some pillows behind you for support.”

While Adrienne did as requested, Rachel stepped out of the strap-on and removed the toy. Dropping the harness, she made a brief show for me of taking the dildo’s head into her mouth, licking it wantonly, and then pressing the object deep enough into her mouth that I could see its bulge in her upper throat.

After withdrawing it, she bent at the waist so that her elbows rested on the bed and her face and hands were between Adrienne’s legs. A moment later she moved her face forward and, based on Adrienne’s audible reaction, must have begun licking.

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I’ve been babysitting for The Millers for two years, since I was sixteen. Mrs. Miller posted an ad on craigslist looking for someone to watch their one year old for a few hours on Saturday afternoons, so that they could each do things with their friends. It was an ideal side job for me, since I already worked at a ballet studio three days a week as a class helper. My job at the ballet studio only put out paychecks every other week, so babysitting for The Millers was a great way for me to earn cash for gas money each week.

I’ll be honest. Ome of the main reasons I enjoy working for the Miller family is because Mr. Miller was HOT. He is tall, dark, gorgeous and incredibly funny. At twenty-nine he isn’t that much older than me, and I’ve spent many hours fantasizing about him. The orgasms I gave myself while thinking about Mr. Miller were the only ones I’d ever had. I’m not a virgin, but the two sexual experiences I’ve had were in no way as satisfying as fucking myself while thinking about Mr. Miller has been. I’ve often wondered if he ever cheats on Mrs. Miller, since they are total opposites. They seem friendly with each other, but not passionate. Aside from the fact that I know that she is seven years older than he, she is very controlled while he’s very loose.

Last week Mr. Miller called and asked me if I would be willing to house sit for a few days. Mrs. Miller was in New York with their daughter, Madison, to visit her parents for a month. Mr. Miller said that he wanted to go down and see Madison for a few days as a surprise, but he hadn’t been able to secure a spot for their dog Rufus in the local kennel. Even before he told me that he would pay me $150 for the three days of my time, I didn’t hesitate to say yes. I’ve been adjusting from being an only child at home to having three room mates in a small apartment, and the idea of having so much room all to myself sounded great!

After my last class on Friday, I headed over to the Millers. Mr. Miller had left me the key under the front mat. I went inside, walked and fed Rufus, and then made myself dinner. I can’t tell you how nice it was to be truly alone in a quiet environment after months of living with three loud, messy girls. I love them to death, but the peace and quiet was exactly what I needed right now. Plus, I knew the Millers house fairly well, so I felt comfortable. After dinner, I decided to take a nice leisurely bath & watch some TV in bed.

I went upstairs to the master bath that was off of the Millers bedroom. They have one of those big tubs with the jets, and I couldn’t wait to use it. I filled the tub with hot water and some bath salts, lit some candles and climbed in. It was like heaven. I hadn’t been this relaxed since I’d moved in to my college apartment. I washed my entire body from head to toe before shaving my legs. I was feeling silky and smooth and very, very relaxed by the time I got out. I dried my hair at Mrs. Millers vanity, brushing my long auburn hair until it shown in the light. I saw that Mrs. Miller has some nice body lotions, so I chose one to apply to my entire body. I stood up to look at myself in the ceiling to floor mirrors that ran the length of the dressing area.

As I began to rub the lotion in, I started to feel shivers of arousal. My nipples were beginning to peak, and I was getting very turned on. I watched myself in the mirror as I continued to rub lotion on myself. My green eyes were sparkling with the intensity of the feelings I was having. It was a heady experience, looking in to my own eyes as I caressed my tits. I was loving bakırköy escort how full and beautiful they looked to me. I could feel my pussy starting to get damp.

When I could wait no longer, I slid my fingers down to my clit. My eyes half closed & I enjoyed listening to myself give a little gasp as my middle finger slid up into my wetness. While my middle finger was in my pussy, my thumb and index finger were slowly working my clit. I was moaning pretty loudly now, as I worked myself up to a small orgasm.

Slowly I brought myself back down, knowing I was going to need a lot more to be truly satisfied. As I walked through the Millers bedroom, I began to wonder if Mrs. Miller had any toys I could use. I walked over to the nightstand on Mrs. Miller’s side of the bed but found nothing. Nothing on Mr. Millers side either. On a whim, I decided to look under the bed, and it was there that I found a long, flat, plastic bin full of porn DVD’s, several dildos, lube and some vibrators. It was like Christmas and my Birthday all at once! I couldn’t help but notice that the top of the bin was pretty dusty. I wondered how active a sex life the Millers had these days.

I realized that I would need to use the TV in the Millers bedroom, because the guest room doesn’t have a DVD player. I was excited to fuck myself on the bed where Mr. Miller slept, even though it felt wicked, watching their porn, using their toys , but I was too wet to care. I washed the dildos and vibrators that I wanted to use, put a DVD in & positioned myself on the bed with the toys around me.

The DVD began to play and I was instantly engrossed with what I was seeing and hearing. It was a guy/girl/girl scene and it was hot as hell. By the time one of the girls straddled the guys cock and slid it in her, I was soaked. I grabbed one of the dildos, gave it a few good sucks, and slid it down to my now dripping pussy and began to slide it up and down on my clit. I watched in awe as the girl that wasn’t riding the guys cock got on her knees and began alternately licking the guys balls and eating the girls pussy. It looked amazing. The moaning and fucking sounds were making me so wet it was almost painful. I grabbed a pillow, positioned it under my hips, and pushed that plastic cock in to my hot tight pussy. It was no coincidence that the DVD I had chosen featured a guy that reminded me a bit of Mr. Miller. “Oh god Mr. Miller,” I moaned as I pushed the dildo as deep as it would go in to my pussy, “fuck me with your hot cock”. Suddenly, I heard a gasp. I looked over to the door and saw Mr. Miller standing there with his jaw hanging open. “Oh my god, Mr. Miller, I’m… I’m so…”

His eyes were blazing as he walked over to me. “Don’t apologize Rachel… Don’t. Say. Anything.” He stopped at the foot of the bed, his eyes boring in to mine. I’d tensed up, feeling sure he was going to throw me out, and moved to grab the blanket to cover myself. He grabbed my hands, stopping me from being able to get the blanket. His gaze traveled from my eyes down to my pussy, where the dildo was still inserted. “My god,” he said, “your totally bare.” He let out a groan, let go of my hands, grabbed my hips and lifted my ass in to the air. I let out a sound of disbelief when he lifted my pussy to his mouth.

With the first stroke of his tongue, I thought I’d died and gone to heaven. I felt the dildo fall out, but didn’t care. “Oh my god Mr. Miller… unh, fuck, oh yeah!” My head was thrashing from side to side as his mouth devoured my pussy. şirinevler escort I thought that fingering my own clit was the best I could ever feel, but I was wrong. Mr. Miller was doing things to my pussy I could never have imagined. I was flooding his face with my cream, and nothing had ever felt better.

He was using long strokes, up and down my clit, tonguing me so good, I couldn’t stop myself from grabbing his hair and anchoring his mouth to my dripping snatch. “Oh lick my pussy Mr. Miller! Eat me!” I didn’t think anything could ever feel better than his mouth all over my slit, when he slipped two fingers inside me. I was so wet that he immediately added a third.

His tongue was going crazy, his fingers plunging noisily in and out of me, my legs thrown over his shoulders, the sounds of the moaning and fucking going on in the porno in the background adding even more to my arousal, when he suddenly began rubbing my g-spot. I thought my body was going to explode, the feeling was so intense. I clamped my legs around his head, threw my head back and came like I never had before. The feeling was so intense that I was struggling to catch my breath.

He began slowly kissing, licking and gently biting his way up my body. I was so sensitized that each time he did something, the inner walls of my pussy would clench with need. I couldn’t believe what was happening to my body. I’d just cum so hard that I almost blacked out, and still all I wanted to do was cum more. My body was in no way winding down from the release. If anything, I wanted him to fuck me more than I did when he first put his tongue on my clit. “Please, Mr. Miller, fuck me,” I begged.

He gave a throaty chuckle before he responded. “I’m going to Rachel. Believe me, I’m going to. But first, I want you to taste yourself,” he said as he finally lowered his head to my mouth.

Being kissed by Mr. Miller was nothing like the kisses I was used to from boys my age. He had skill and technique that made me even hotter, even wetter. I tasted my cum on his tongue, and it was delicious. I devoured his mouth, his tongue simulating what was going to happen when he finally put his cock in to me. I grabbed the front of his t-shirt and yanked up, pulling it over his head. “I need you to be naked Mr. Miller, RIGHT NOW.”

He pulled back from me a bit and said, “Patience baby. I’ve been fantasizing about you for years and I’m not about to waste a moment of this.” He proceeded to stand up at the foot of the bed and unbuckle his jeans. After he had the jeans off, he started to pull his boxers down. I couldn’t help the squeal of delight that came from me when I saw his cock. It was at least 8 inches long and it was fat. I’d never seen anything so beautiful. My fantasies hadn’t done him justice. Just looking at it was making me so hot, I almost came again right then and there.

I scrambled to the end of the bed, stood up, and gestured for him to sit, and then I got down on my knees in front of him. I took his cock in my hand. It was hot and it was beautiful. I leaned forward and slowly licked the glistening drop of pre-cum at the head. It tasted salty and delicious. I was loving hearing his moans of delight as I licked the tip of his cock. It was bright red when I decided it was time to pay attention to the rest of his beautiful shaft. I lowered my head and began sucking his cock with deep, long strokes. I’ve heard girls complain about giving blow jobs, but I have always loved the entire experience. I felt like I could cum just güngören escort blowing him. I couldn’t seem to get enough of his cock. I alternated between sucking him and bathing his entire cock with my tongue. I came back to the tip and worked it again with my tongue.

I looked up to see him staring down at me, the most beautiful expression on his face. I took his cock in my hand, stuck out my tongue, and lightly tapped his dick on my tongue a few times in a row. His head rolled back and he moaned. “Oh my god Rachel, your fucking amazing.” I chuckled as I began kissing my way down his iron hard cock, making my way to his balls. He laid back and I started giving his balls the tongue bath of a lifetime. It tasted like heaven to me. I took one of his balls gently in my mouth and let out a slow hum. Mr. Miller grabbed my hair and started urging me on. “Fuck Rachel, I’ve never had my balls licked before. I can’t… you’re so…. jesus baby, you’re so fucking hot.”

After a few minutes, I let his balls out of my mouth, leaned forward and spit on the top of his knob before inhaling his cock again. He started yelling in earnest now. “Fucking hell, baby you are unbelievable!” He was moaning and thrashing as I worked my mouth up and down his cock. He had grabbed my hair and was giving me a thorough face fucking. I was taking as much of him as I could, far past the gag reflex. Every time he moaned, he would jerk harder in to my face.

Suddenly he pushed me away. “I’ve got to get in to your pussy NOW!” He stood up, grabbed me, and threw me face down on the bed. I knew that I was about to be royally fucked, and I couldn’t have been happier. He got on the bed behind me, pulled my ass up and toward his cock, shoved my legs further apart with his knees, and slammed in to me with one thrust so hard that my hips and legs came off the bed.

I let out a loud yelp as his cock went deeper in to me than anything ever had before. My pussy was contracting hard as I tried to adjust having something so big inside of me. Mr. Miller gave a few long strokes in and out, giving me a minute to adjust to him. The feeling as unbelievable. I felt my pussy leaking fluid down my thighs. I looked over my shoulder at Mr. Miller and said, “fuck me harder!”

He didn’t need any further instruction. Within seconds he began fucking in to me like a battering ram. The headboard was banging against the wall, the porno was continuing on in the background, and we were both yelling incoherent fuck sounds as he slapped my pussy with his balls with each thrust. He was pulling my hips back with each forward thrust, forcing my cunt to meet his cock as hard as possible each time. “Unh, fuck fuck oh god fuck Mr. Miller… oh fuck your… cock! Oh jesus fucking Christ I’ve never…. Unh unh unh, slam me, slam my pussy, FUCK ME HARDER!” I wasn’t making sense, but when your being fucked this good, you don’t care. He slowed down for a minute and leaned forward to grab my tits. The second he pulled my nipples, I came like a fire hose.

He grabbed my hips again and started fucking me with all his strength, and god help me, I kept cumming. “Your pussy.. I’ve never felt anything…Rachel I’m gonna blow!”

I turned around and looked him in the eye and said, “cum inside me Mr. Miller, I want every last drop.” He slammed forward a few more times and then I felt it. It was hot and it was spraying all over my womb. Just the feeling of it caused me to cum again. We were both writhing and moaning, his thrusts getting less intense, but still going.

He continued slowly thrusting in and out of me from time to time as we both recovered. After a few minutes he fell out of me. I could feel him rubbing my back lightly as I finally came all the way back to earth. Slowly he rolled me over and looked in to my eyes and said, “I never thought that having my car break down would lead to the best thing that’s happened to me in years.”

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