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Going to leave, I stand and look at the two of them.

“I should go. Its getting late.”

I pick up the two empty wine bottles in an effort to clean up on my way to the bathroom and to hide that my jeans are open at the top. My knees wobble a bit, partly intoxicated from the wine but mostly from the intoxication of the forbidden, the taboo, that overlaid our evening.

Tossing the empty jugs in recycling, I move down the hall and into the toilet. Afterwards, I examine myself in the mirror and feel slightly awkward with my nipples still poking out and face slightly flushed.

Well, I suppose I have reason, after all, the three of us just spent the last hour or so watching porn. Watching porn with my brother and his wife. Lesbian porn that we, the women, insisted upon. Porn that we watched while pretending not to notice the others.

Pretending not to see his hard-on, or his fingers discreetly and slowly stroking himself through his pants.

Pretended not to see her hand slip inside the front of her jeans and pretending not to hear the sound of her unbuttoning her jeans for easier access.

Just as they pretended not to see me open my own jeans and wet my fingers in the valley there.

Pretending we weren’t watching each other out of the corners of our eyes as we pleasured ourselves. Pretended not to pendik escort hear the suppressed sighs and moans as we tried to achieve and but still deny orgasm.

A slight smile on my face as I realize that I could do it now. Here in the privacy of the bathroom. I could finally bring myself off while they sit there and wonder if that’s what I’m doing. Why I’m taking so long to return.

Knowing that as soon as I leave, both of them will be joined. Fucking or sucking each other. Their lust unbound by my presence.

Not that I would have denied them, blamed them, or disapproved if they didn’t wait. If they hadn’t restrained themselves as I did. If they only knew…

Knew what was running through my mind as the series of attractive and hot women had sex on the screen before us. Nasty, hot sex. Toys, fingers, mouths, tongues. In mouths, pussies, asses…

Oh if only he would have pulled out his cock. He wanted to, I know it. And I wanted him to do it.

To see his hand wrapped around it, jerking it slowly then faster. Leaking precum, both hands in his crotch. One on his cock, the other on his balls. Or maybe with a finger up his ass. Until his cum splashed oh his belly and chest.

And her, to see her lovely pussy all wet and open. Fingers moving in and out, drawing her wetness over and around her clit. maltepe escort The into her mouth, to taste and suck while the other hand replaces the first. Or perhaps, like his, pressing a finger up her tight rosebud.

And all the while, I would join them. Looking from one to the other, cock here, pussy there, while my hands traveled the familiar road of my body and my hot spots.

Ah, but too late now. Opening the door, I return to the family room. Halfway there, she passes me retracing my steps. A hand touches my arm, “Don’t go yet, wait until I get back.” And she disappears behind the door.

He rises up from the chair he’s occupied. Damn, his cock is so hard, straining the front of his pants. Making no attempt to hide it, most likely too far along to do so…or to care.

No, his look tells me he wants me to see. Proud of his steel and the potential it portends, offers.

His eyes moving over me, openly, with desire. My nipples tightening as they stiffen to their fullest, proud of their message and potential they offer, portend.

Meeting in the middle of the room, standing close now. His hand cups my breast, thumb circling the hard nub jutting out.

“I want to come see you.”

Hand pressing, thumb more insistent, his message clear.

My own hand has found his hardness, gripping kartal escort it then tracing its length with my fingertips.

“Ok.”

“I can come over after work, before 7.”

I squeeze my acceptance.

He kisses me hard, rushed. Our tongues no time to explore, only to acknowledge the need and to promise.

“I want to fuck you so bad.”

“Me too.”

The sound of the toilet flushing separates us. Moving apart, he goes down the hall,his turn to pee and wonder.

She returns with a smile for him, his cock, then me and my erect nipples. Looking at each in turn. Her own on display.

Taking my hand she leads me to the kitchen. “You can stay if you like, are you ok to drive?”

Hidden behind the corner, we embrace. My hands on her ass as our mouths meld together, my tongue greeting a second one so soon after the first.

“I want to fuck you. If you stay I can sneak in after he’s asleep. He’ll sleep soundly after all the wine…and I fuck him.”

Her tongue tracing my inner ear as I acquiescence, “Ok.”

Her hand, under my top, but otherwise where his was, her thumb repeating his ministrations of my engorged, erect nipple. So hard, for her, for him, them.

Another kiss, her voice soft, “Oh, I thought he was going to pull it out…stroke it for us.” Her tone changing, “And if he had, you would have seen me suck him,” followed with a quick giggle.

I look in her eyes, “And you might have watched me…fuck him.”

The door to the bathroom opening covers the sound of her gasp and the barely audible, “…yesss…”.

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She had always loved the chase.

She was a predator by nature, enjoying the feeling of power as she flirted with men. Enjoying the way she could make them desire her; want her; need her. The beginning was the best time, when everything was new, when her desire for them was as great as their desire for her.

She remembered that feeling. That feeling of expectation while waiting for them to call. The nervous butterflies in her stomach, the glances at the clock. They always called. Always. Yet still she felt that nervousness, it was that which fed her desire.

She loved being in the moment; the moment when something clicked and she thought ‘Mmmm, I want him’. Sometimes it was physical; the breadth of his shoulders, the tightness of his arse; sometimes it was the little things; his smile, the gentle curve of his mouth, the glimmer in his eyes; but often it was something else entirely; the way he brushed his chair before sitting down, his voice, his sense of humour. Those were the best moments, the unexpected ones. And then the chase began.

The moment never lasted long. She would flirt and play with her prey but as soon as they were caught, as soon as they gave themselves willingly to her, she would lose interest. It was the chase she wanted!

Now here she was after a long relationship, where she had given up the chase, single again. Could she really go back to the way things had been; the way she had been, before she had settled into domesticity? She doubted it – and she didn’t really want to. Things had changed; she had changed. She still yearned for the chase but without the complications that went with it. And then she met Frank…

She had been to chat sites before, wanting to make a connection with pendik escort someone, but they just seemed juvenile and detached. She had even experimented with cyber sex but it was unfulfilling. There was no chase involved and no moments to savour. This site, however, was different.

She had gone there almost by chance, not really expecting it to be any different to the others she had visited, and was pleasantly surprised. She had chatted happily, enjoying the chance to be flirtatious with strangers, and then Frank caught her interest. He was different somehow to the other chatters. He had a great sense of humour and his light-hearted banter made her smile. She was in the moment…

Now, weeks later, she was still in the moment. As she drove home from work she thought about Frank, what he might look like, what he might sound like, but most of all she thought about being with him later that night.

Her desire was very real…and it surprised her. She felt like a silly teenager again, experiencing her first big crush. What was it about this mysterious stranger that intrigued her so much? She wanted to spend time with him, talk to him, and get to know him. She also wanted to touch him and feel him touch her.

As she stepped into the shower she remembered their last encounter. The way her body had reacted while reading his words. As the hot water pattered against her skin she thought about his hands touching her. His fingers gently caressing her body. She moved her own hands down to her breasts and imagined that they were his hands. She gently pulled on her hardened nipples and thought about those hands. Would they be as soft and loving as she imagined? Would they brush gently against her skin, causing her flesh to tingle? maltepe escort She imagined them on the back of her neck, stroking, caressing. She imagined his fingers entwined in her hair, sending tiny shivers of pleasure down her spine. His big, soft hands touching her, loving her, pulling her closer to him, closer to his soft, warm mouth…

She pulled herself out of the daydream, blushing at herself for getting so carried away. She didn’t even know what he looked like, yet he excited her in a way no other man did. She entered the bedroom and began to towel herself dry. Again her mind returned to their last exchange. What was it about him that made his words reach out to her? She had felt his mouth on hers, soft at first, tender, then his tongue probing, forcing her to open her mouth to him. She had felt his hot breath against her neck as he kissed down her naked body. She trembled at the thought of his lips on her skin, nuzzling her breasts, making her nipples hard and attentive…

Again she pulled herself out of this trance and realized that she had again been fondling her breasts and her nipples were indeed attentive. She gave in to her desire and lay naked on the bed. As she allowed her hands to continue caressing her body she wondered if she had the same effect on him. Did he imagine her naked, standing close to him, touching him? As he read her words could he feel her mouth against his, her desire mounting? She raised her fingers to her mouth and thought about making love to him. Did he feel her lips as they kissed down his body? Did he grow hard thinking about her mouth wrapped around him?

She imagined their bodies, naked against each other, as she continued to coax her nipples into hard peaks. kartal escort Her hand slid down over stomach and she imagined his hand, reaching down, down to one hip then the other, stroking, caressing. Then moving between her thighs and pausing before one finger delved into the moistness and came back glistening. She widened her legs to accommodate his imaginary hand and her own fingers continued to delve into the warmth. Would he stroke her like this? Would he go slowly, teasing her, playing around her hardening nub while she squirmed? Would he delight in her moans of pleasure as his finger re-entered her, probing further? She could feel her body responding to him, aching for his touch. Her fingers moved faster as she thought about his mouth. Kissing down her body. Moving towards the wetness that awaited. Would he enjoy the taste of her? Would his mouth linger, savoring her?

As her fingers worked steadily, first teasing, stroking, and then delving further she imagined him entering her. She could feel his weight on top of her, his chest against her breasts, his stomach touching hers. Could feel him pausing, enjoying the power he held over her at that moment. Would he enter her slowly, filling her a piece at a time or would he thrust forward, sinking into her? Did he imagine this? Did he feel her fingertips digging into his back as she gasped from the shock of him? She felt his strokes, first slow then becoming more urgent. Her body rose to meet him, her fingers lost in a blur of movement.

She could feel her orgasm approaching. Every muscle in her body, every sinew, every nerve was being drawn to one central point. She imagined him thrusting into her as her body raced towards its climax. Imagined him calling her name as his own tide began to surge. She raised her hips towards him as she imagined him pushing further into her, filling her completely, forcing her over the edge…

She kept her eyes closed as her body relaxed and her heartbeat slowed and she whispered ‘Frank…’

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I wasn’t surprised when my younger sister Shelly found herself an unwed mother-to-be at twenty-one; She was a wild one, kind of dumb and easily impressed by bling and popular, shallow personalities. She’d been the only one of six siblings who showed a marked aversion to books and studying, and after graduating high school with embarrassing grades, made it obvious that she had no inclination towards a tertiary education.

A few months after turning eighteen, as if she’d been patiently and anxiously waiting on legality as a cue to indulge burning desires, she suddenly became like a bitch in mating season, with a string of males sniffing behind her. She soon acquired a reputation as an easy lay; and boy, could she pick them. Despite being breathtakingly pretty and sexy enough to pick from the cream of any crop she seemed to have an affinity towards the hood the bad and the ugly. All she was ever seen with were ugly, dumb ass petty criminals and out of work spongers.

At twenty she moved out of the family home to go live with a guy who was a known petty thief, and at age thirty had already done time thrice and was still living with his parents. Our parents didn’t try to stop her; I suspect they were happy to see her go as they were very prudish middle class stock and had told her quite often how embarrassed they were by her slutty behavior.

Fast forward a year – her man and accomplices were caught while beating and attempting to rob a popular lawyer and his family at gunpoint in their home. A passing police patrol was alerted by neighbors of the lawyer. One of the robbers was shot dead, while Shelly’s baby father was caught and sentenced to twelve years in prison.

Awakened by a persistent knocking at my apartment door one Sunday morning, I got up groggy and blurry eyed and ran to open the door. There was Shelly looking as pretty as a picture, rosy plump and sexy as fuck with a six month baby bump on display and two suitcases. A taxi driver was standing behind her waiting for his fare. I turned around and walked over to a little table on which was some money. I paid the taxi driver who seemed to be struggling to contain laughter. Shelly flashed me a trembling smile before tears gushed out of her eyes and she stepped forward, embracing me tightly.

Just as quickly as she had rushed into my arms she released me and jumped back, looking down below my waist. It was only then I realized that I had come to the door with a massive morning wood tenting my boxers. Then I knew what the taxi driver had found so funny. I tried to hide it with my hands and through her tears and misery Shelly burst out in giggles and I couldn’t help laughing myself.

“You got a bitch in there?” she asked, sounding very ghetto.

“No,” I said, “come in.”

Contrary to the story she fed me, I later found out that Shelly, in spite of being pregnant for her incarcerated lover had been caught going into a hotel room with one of his friends by his sister who was just leaving another room with a man. The young lady snitched on her and she was thrown out by the grandmother to be.

Shelly hadn’t even bothered asking mom and dad or any of her other siblings to take her in. she knew that I was the only one that she could turn to. I had always carried a soft spot for her, and I should add, recently, a hard spot at times. On a number of occasions over the past year or so I’d often found myself thinking if she weren’t my sister I’d fuck her.

It started one day months before her departure from home when I accidently looked through her open bedroom door and saw her standing naked; her mid-brown, slim-thick figure glistening with freshly applied cream. She’d been facing the open door looking down at the breast she was rubbing cream into.

I stood there wide eyed and transfixed with a quickly growing boner until she slowly raised her frizzy, brown, afro head and stabbed me with black, sparkling eyes. Her full lips broke into a little smile as she continued rubbing the chocolate nipped breast for about three seconds before playfully sticking out her tongue and turning around, blessing my eyes with high, round, fleshy ass cheeks, each of which bore a red lip tattoo. From midway of her back slithered a black and red serpent, its head and forked tongue poised to enter the top of her butt crack.

“I’m sorry,” I mumbled

“Not your fault bro; I should have been more careful,” she replied without turning around.

Since indulging and brazenly flaunting her new found sexuality, Shelly had become – unlike the one older sister still at home and the two married ones before their departure – unconcerned with being decent when sitting or lying about the house or being careful with doors when dressing or undressing, and after that first accidental eyeful continued to supply me with juicy flashes of her lovely naked or near naked private parts. On those occasions my flag pole would always rise in salute to her feminine charms, and I must admit I was disappointed to see her go because pendik escort I had grown to enjoy her ‘loose’ behavior.

I am no prude nor overly big on sexual morals. At twenty-seven I had long since left behind most scruples in relation to sex and had already walked the incest road without any guilt or disgust whatsoever, but never with my mother or other three sisters whom I simply didn’t feel that way about; With Shelly, however, I let my imagination roam a bit. I fuck any legally aged female that is attractive and willing, with no regard for color, creed, size, blood or any other ties. I’ve already banged a couple of younger cousins, an old maternal aunt, the hot, middle age wife of my dad’s brother and a friend of my mother.

Six months after Shelly left I moved into my present apartment so I could have more freedom to feed my own huge sexual appetite. Every now and then I would meet up with Shelly on the streets and had taken her to lunch on two of those occasions. She always left me hot, with a boner of sorts and wild imaginings begging to be made real. Twice she’d dropped by my apartment to borrow money and both times I came dangerously close to making a move on her.

Soon after we were seated I caught Shelly a couple of times discreetly glancing below my waist, probably trying to ascertain if the fire in my morning wood had burnt out. It was still there at a lesser intensity, and the very thought that she was looking there helped to keep it aglow. Not to mention the added stimulation of her sitting in the manner she was opposite me, her short skirt pulled up by the growing belly, high enough up her fleshy thighs for me to see sheer black underwear between spread caramel legs. When she asked for some water and I got up to go get it, I was unmistakably pitching a tent. I looked at it sheepishly and mumbled an apology.

“I guess you’ve still got something from last night on your mind bro,” she said, and laughed knowingly.

Unbelievably, all things considered, as Shelly sat in the chair opposite me telling her story with wet black eyes and tracks of tears on her smooth, pretty, brown face she made no effort to sit ‘properly’ during the hour or so we chatted. And when she brought one foot up onto the chair and leaned back while letting the bent knee of the raised leg lean to the side and remained in that position for about ten minutes, I came quite close to shooting cum in my boxers. Every time I glanced between those smooth, baby-thickened thighs at her lady lump in sheer black panties, my cock lurched and I knew without a doubt that I wanted to fuck her. I had to fuck her.

I told her she was welcome to stay in the little extra bedroom in my apartment. After eating a hearty breakfast in a manner that suggested she hadn’t eaten anything for many hours, she showered and retired to her room for a nap. I let her have one of the two fans from the living room because I knew it would be hot in hers; the country was experiencing a prolonged dry season.

When I knocked on her door at lunch time with a tray of food in my hand, I got no response, so I pushed open the door and entered. Shelly was lying on her side backing me, wearing only red panties that had slipped into her butt crack. I could see red stripes on the full cheeks, suggesting she had scratched herself a bit, probably from itching and discomfort caused by the heat.

One of her legs was pulled up; affording me an eyeful of plump crotch, part of the clean shaved mound exposed. While I was placing the tray on the small side table she turned over on her back and looked at me sleepy eyed.

“Hi,” she said, smiling sweetly.

Her pert little breasts, grown a little fuller from the pregnancy and as a result, shinier, especially around the dark brown areolas, made my eyes pop. There were a couple of new tattoos decorating her beautifully bloated body. From her belly button a stalk with green leaves travelled up to the bottom of her cleavage where it was topped by a mauve and yellow tulip. Midway between her belly button and mound a jaguar’s head snarled. She looked down at her naked body and quickly gathered the sheet that had been shed during her sleep.

“Even with the fan it’s a bit warm in here,” she said. And smiling at me, added “thank you bro, you are so kind.”

“Anything for you Shell. It won’t be so oppressing at night.”

That night I lay in bed thinking of Shelly and summoned up images of her in the sheer black panties and the much more revealing one of her in red. I grabbed my hard cock and pumped it furiously, shifting positions and hands as I worked myself over. Fifteen minutes later I cried out her name as I shot hot cum into the air, some of which came back down to settle on my chest and belly. I immediately set about plotting to fuck my sexy pregnant sister. I knew she could be easily maneuvered and placed in the right circumstances to make it possible; as I mentioned before, she was kinda dumb and trusting.

I knew I had to go about it in a smart maltepe escort way though, because, the fact that she spread her legs easily for guys and exposed her goodies so casually to her brother didn’t necessarily mean she’d be willing to fuck with her sibling. I couldn’t chance being too bold and spook her. I had to gradually build up her longing, place her in a sexually charged situation and let her natural lust and inclinations take over.

The next day I told her that I was going to look after her with food and clothing and whatever else she needed until the baby was born and for a few months after until she got a job, but that there were rules she’d have to go by. One – no male friends were allowed at my apartment. Two – no female friends except those I knew from the old neighborhood. Three – no going out except to maternity clinic or to a nearby shop or for a stroll around the neighborhood. If she needed to go shopping or to go into town for something I would take her. And she would have to do the cooking. I knew that was one thing she was good at. She quickly agreed.

Knowing of her sexual appetite I was sure that within a couple of weeks her pussy would be itching to be pounded. As part of the plot I made a habit of every night and throughout the weekend, slipping an erotic thriller or drama movie into the VCR. And I left my porn cassettes just where they were usually kept, knowing she’d view them when I was away at work. Some of them were incest stories. I also brought home lady friends as usual and made no effort to tone down bedroom noises.

As the days went by she moved around the house unconcerned in skimpy clothing, a couple of times in bra and panties only, for a while. And of course she would sit or lay in revealing positions that had become characteristically Shelly.

Two weeks into her stay I noticed that beer was going missing and the levels in bottles of hard booze were dropping even when I hadn’t touched them in days. I cautioned her about the dangers to the baby and asked her not to hit the bottle too regularly or too heavily. She lay completely off for a few days but then resumed. I was genuinely concerned about the effect of the alcohol on the unborn child but was also aware that this could be of benefit to me so I let selfishness prevail and decided to let her have her way until I got the pussy.

I’d heard her complain more than once about the swelling and pain in her legs and decided that would be my ticket to her chamber. One Saturday evening I left, telling her I was going on a date, but returned home an hour later. When I let myself in she was viewing one of my porn videos and there was a glass with what looked like rum and ginger on a little side table next to the sofa on which she was reclining. She was visibly shaken by my appearance and hastily tried to stop play or eject the cassette but in her obviously tipsy state couldn’t get it right before I joined her on the chair. She was wearing only a short black half-slip, her bra-less tits pointing saucily at me, caused me to lick my lips.

I couldn’t help laughing at her predicament and when she decided I wasn’t going to scold her, burst out laughing herself. I told her my date had an unexpected family problem and had to go back home. She took hold of the glass and got up, saying she was going to the bathroom. I knew she wanted to get rid of the evidence, but there was no denying her drunkenness from the way she walked. I walked along with her and looking at her almost empty glass said:

“I could do with one of those. I’ll fix you one while you’re in the bathroom.” Relief covered her pretty face as I took her glass and headed for the kitchen.

I mixed us both a stiff drink of vodka and orange juice even though I knew she’d been drinking rum. The mixture was sure to get her more high and quickly too. When I exited the kitchen she was already on her way to the living room making an effort to walk straight. I walked behind her enjoying the provocative bounce of her baby fattened ass hugged by the thin half-slip she was wearing. She had pulled the slip up to cover her tits which now effectively left her ass exposed from behind and I realized she hadn’t any panties on. I thought:

“Girl, you’re gonna get fucked tonight.”

I sat beside her and handed her the glass of vodka and orange juice. When she turned to take it I looked, as if by accident, straight at the perky nipples poking against the thin material of the slip. I let my eyes stay long enough on the tits for her to see the appreciation in them. She looked down at the prominent tits.

“Those must hurt a lot now that they’re so swollen” I said in a concerned manner devoid of sexual intonation.

She looked at them again and before she could reply I raised my glass and said, “Cheers.”

“To what” she asked.

“Cheers to two people alone on a Saturday night – no friends, no lovers, only porn and drink.” She giggled and raised her glass.

“Cheers,” she said, and putting the kartal escort glass to her lips, did like me and took a long drink.

I quickly restarted the video she’d been watching and then excused myself to go and get out of my aborted party clothes. I returned in my boxers, not attempting to hide the bulge of the half erection. She glanced at it and with obvious reluctance turned her head away. We sat in silence watching the movie. She was squirming regularly and had dropped her hands, fingers down, on her crotch area between locked thighs, moving them ever so slightly. I pretended not to notice. I got up with a full hard on tenting my briefs and went to fix us a new drink.

When I returned and handed her the drink her eyes were at the level of the tent just a mere foot away from her face. I watched intently for her reaction and saw her blush deeply, gulp and squirm a little at the sight of the wicked wand.

“Cheers again, this time to swollen legs and tits. May they find some relief” I said, looking first at the feet then the tits.

“Yes, may they find relief,” She said and took a drink.

“They are both becoming bigger as the days go by, do they hurt?” I asked.

“Sometimes,” she said leaning back and raising one leg high and looking at it, causing the already receded slip to ride higher, giving me a little glimpse of bare pussy.

“That’s because you’re not doing what has to be done.”

“What’s that?”

“Don’t you know a pregnant woman has to have her legs and thighs massaged regularly every day if possible, to encourage circulation and keep down the swelling? Even the tummy has to be rubbed.

“No, I didn’t know that, I’ve never been pregnant before.”

“Didn’t they tell you that at the clinic?”

“No, why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you knew stuff like that.”

“No I don’t, I’ll start from tonight.”

“It’s hard to do it by yourself in your bloated condition, moreso with you being drunk.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“Yes you are.”

“Ok, I’m drunk”

“It’s usually the job of the husband or mother or sister to help with that.”

“I’ve no husband and there’s no mother or sister here, only a brother,” she said throwing up her arms dramatically.

“The brother can do it for you,” I said

“You would, that’s nice. Ok then.”

I couldn’t believe it; just like that I was in goal. I did mention she was dumb.

“Let me go and get some skin cream,” I said.

I got the skin cream from the bedroom and was back in a flash, my heart beating wildly in anticipation and my cock aching for action.

“Lean back and stretch out,” I said.

“Ok,” she said, and got on her back, lovely legs stretched out.

As I was about to squirt cream in my hands she started rising back up into a sitting position and said:

“I haven’t any panties on.”

“Don’t worry about it Shelly, it’s not like I’ve never seen your naked pussy before,” I said, gently pushing her back onto her back.

She laughed heartily, holding her stomach, and said:

“Oh my god Ricky, don’t make me laugh too hard or I might deliver right on this sofa”

I squirted cream and started on her stubby toes. She giggled a bit at first and tried to pull her foot away, saying it tickled but then she settled in to it. I heard her moan a couple of times, and then she sighed and said:

“Oooh, that feels so nice.”

I looked up and saw that she had closed her eyes, which meant I could stare at her pussy intently without her noticing, and I did, as I worked on her toes, taking in the heady sight of neat fat pussy lips, as clean as a virgin. I felt the pressure of my anxious cock and I deftly slipped it through the fly of the boxers, letting it have the freedom to stand tall and look at the sweet meat it was minutes away from eating.

After I’d worked over both her feet and legs I said:

“Now my dear let’s do the thighs.”

“Yeah the thighs,’ she slurred.

I slid forward and raising her foot positioned it with the bottom jamming flat onto my hard cock. I started doing her thighs, enjoying the silky-soft touch.

“Hey, you’ve got a stiffy,” I heard her say excitedly in a girlish manner.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve got one.”

“It’s a big one.”

“Let’s get this foot out of the way so I can do my work,” I said grabbing the leg that was against the back of the chair and depositing it on the chair back.

Now, her girly lump was well and truly raised up high for my inspection.

“Yeah, get it out of the way so you can get a better look at my pussy, you sly old fox” she said, giggling.

I didn’t reply to that

“Little pussy I hope you’re getting real sweaty inside,” I thought as I worked her thighs.

“Your stiffy’s jumping, I hope it doesn’t spurt on my thighs or belly and get me all messy,” She said excitedly.

“You want me to give you a massage or not,” I asked, pretending anger.

“Yeah, I do, hey what’s with you? I’m only joking.

“Well, if you want me to continue just shut up. Say stiffy one more time and I’ll put it in your pussy and let it spurt all over your womb instead of your thighs”

“Stiffy, stiffy, stiffy,” she blurted out like a taunting child.

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It was her weekend at her father’s, and was, as always, a nice vacation from her boring life at her mothers. Being at her dad’s made her feel warm and happy, like she was a little girl again. She loved laying in the massive, ornate white canopy bed with its soft pink sheets and fluffy white comforters. This room was also her favorite backdrop for her adult amateur barely legal website. Her dot-com had hundreds of regular members logging on to see Heather with her platinum hair, and tight tan body. She was a perfect little spoiled princess in her tiny outfits and tight little panties. She was a fucking tease, stripping down to barely nothing, rubbing suggestively on her bare belly and hips. She loved every second of it, and would get so turned on in every cam show that she would end up finger-fucking herself into crazy orgasms.

The day before she had a scheduled camshow, and she got ready and dressed as planed. With her blonde hair in messy curls and her make-up flawless, heather slipped into the minuscule cutoffs she had made the day before. The shorts had started off extremely short, and ended smaller than most skimpy panties. Heather added a hot pink bra, and a small white T-shirt, and 6″ pink heels. She was ready to go.

As she rolled around on her bed on the cam, the crotch of her shorts kept rubbing roughly against her clit, sending electrifying chills through her body. She followed the orders of her customers willingly, fucking her wet, virgin pussy for everyone to see. She moaned as she slammed her middle finger in her tight cunt. She arched her back, and licked and bit her lips, really putting on a show. Heather was really one dirty little fucking slut, or so thought her father, Troy, as he watched from a crack in the doorway. In all her excitement, she hadn’t even noticed when the door opened.

“You like it when I’m a bad girl, huh?” Heather asked her viewers breathlessly. “You like watching your little girl fuck her own pussy wishing it was your dick?”

Her pendik escort father watched, awestruck. She was good. What a nasty little whore she’d grown into. But with those tight little brown thighs and round little teenage tits, he had to admit, he was glad. He rubbed his swelling cock, knowing it would soon be buried deep in the hot fucking slut he’d created nineteen years before.

“I’ve never had a dick in it before,” She spoke lustily, sliding in a second finger. This made her father’s thick cock grow even bigger. He stood, jacking his dick, completely engrossed in her show. He was already leaking pre-cum, and watching her writhe was almost too much to handle. He decided to cum once first, so that he could tear up her virgin pussy for even longer. She was a fucking tease, and her pussy was his whether she liked it or not. It wasn’t until he saw his filthy slut of a daughter grab her hair brush and start to stick it up her pussy that he lost control. He shot his huge load all over the hallway rug.

He watched her for a bit longer, contemplating his plan of attack. Watching the filthy display going on in front of him, it didn’t take long for Troy’s dick to start pumping blood again. It was show time. He zipped his pants, and pushed open the door.

“HEATHER! What are you DOING?!” He screamed angrily as he stormed through the door. She looked up in shock, her pretty little mouth opening in a surprised “O.” She laid in her big bed, completely helpless, staring up at her angry father. She hadn’t even pulled out the handle of her hairbrush.

“What is this, Heather? What do you think you’re doing?” Troy demanded, staring at her still-wet cunt. “In my home with your pussy spread open for the world to see? What a dirty little fucking whore. What kind of slut did I raise?”

Heather looked away, ashamed, her lower lip quivering. She knew she was a dirty fucking whore, but she wanted her daddy to think she was a princess. She was shocked when maltepe escort her daddy’s big hands pulled the hairbrush from her pussy, but even more shocked as it was replaced by one of his huge fingers. “DADDY!” She half-yelled, half-moaned. “NO!”

“What? You think you can show it off for the world, but I can’t check it out? Damn, I didn’t expect it to be that tight baby. You really are a virgin, huh?” He asked lustily, his finger slipping slowly in and out of his daughter’s tight hole. “Not for long.”

“Daddy, please…” Heather asked, eyes glassy with tears. “Stop!

He laughed softly and climbed on top of her, a sly smile on his face. “Tell me you want it baby, I know you do. Talk dirty to Daddy.”

He unzipped his pants and pulled out his long, thick cock. “Look at it baby, Look how hot you made Daddy,” he said, jerking it slowly until it was completely erect. He straddled her, putting one knee on each of her arms, his huge dick looming in front of her face. She stared up at him, mouth still open, still in shock. Troy could hardly control himself as he stared at the slut below him. She was breathing heavily and her big tits rose and fell with her breath. Her pussy was bare like a little girl’s and it drove him fucking wild. Watching her tiny body struggle beneath him made him feel so fucking powerful he could hardly wait another second.

“You gonna make this hard bitch? Don’t even act like you don’t want a dick in you, I saw you. Only filthy fucking cunts spread their legs for money babe.” He said, yanking her legs apart roughly and positioning himself between them. “That pussy’s mine.”

He positioned his head at the opening of her tight hole, ignoring her whimpers. He laid on top of her, his body weight holding her in place. She gasped loudly for air as he rammed his thick 10″ cock in her body.

“Oh GOD, Daddy! Fuck, that hurts. Oh My God, Pull out daddy! Please!”

“Shhhhh,” He more breathed than whispered, his whole kartal escort body humming with pleasure. He was almost shaking, the moist, wet hole squeezing tightly on his cock as she adjusted to it. He waited until he felt her tiny hips pressing up against him to ask, “‘You really want me to stop babe?”

She didn’t answer immediately, so he pulled out slowly, grabbed her shoulders for leverage, and pushed his hips back into her. She gasped loudly as his dick buried itself deep inside her. His lips met her ear, “Do you want me to pull out?” He continued his slow, deep thrusting.

“No,” she whimpered softly. “Don’t stop Daddy. Fuck me.”

That was all the encouragement he needed. He grabbed her tight tan thighs and shoved them closed around his dick. Her already tight virgin cunt gripped his dick like no pussy he’d ever felt before. He laid his body on top of her, and rammed his huge cock deep inside his daughter’s pussy. Hearing her moan only made his dick swell even larger. He watched her with lusty, half-closed eyes as she licked and bit her full, pink lips.

“Daddy, it HURTS,” she whispered, to his delight.

“Oh, I know, baby, but I feel fuckin’ great. God, you’re a filthy slut. I can’t get over that show you gave me.”

“You liked it, Daddy?” Heather asked, her breath quickening. “You’re gonna make me cum.”

“You’re dirtier that I though, you little whore. Cum on your daddy’s dick baby.”

“Fuck your little girl’s pussy, Daddy! Harder!” Her tight cunt was stretched around his massive cock and he was grinding against her clit with every stroke. As much as she tried to fight it, she couldn’t. “Oh Daddy, keep doing that.”

Heather came like the little pornstar that she was, eyes rolled back, mouth open, begging for her daddy not to stop fucking her pussy. As soon as her spasms stopped, Troy pulled out and jumped up, his dick landing on his daughter’s face with a ‘thud.’ Hot, salty cum leaked out over her lips and cheek. She moaned, and opened her mouth, struggling to get all of the cum she could. He held down her arms, watching her try to lick up his cum, enjoying seeing his seed all over her face.

He leaned closer and whispered, “Next time, I’m cumming in your pussy.”

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******

Ira screamed out in pain as his flesh sizzled upon contact with the heavenly metal. His demonic half quaked in fear as those white-hot golden eyes stared down at him. He knew those eyes from anywhere. His own grandmother had the same look. His feet slid back along the concrete as her wings flapped causing the links of the chain to dig deeper into his skin.

“Her blood flows strongly in you,” sneered the angelic being, “or could it be the influx of demon blood in your veins allowing an untrained Nephilim to with withstand my holy might?” A cruel, sadistic smirk rose along her lips as she gave the chain a flick of her wrist, her tongue ran along her upper lip as she listened to his cries of pain as his body crushed the side of the car she flung him into. “Those before you fell the moment my heavenly fire touched their skin…” Arching an eyebrow as his hands latched onto the chain. Her fear began to rise as she saw those eyes of his looking at her, just like another pair she knew all too well.

“Well, you crazy bitch,” Ira growled, trying to keep the pain from his voice, yet it was easier said than done, when it felt like every fiber of his body was being torn apart. Then something strange began to bubble up from the depths of his very being; strength like he has never felt before; power that seemed to heal his wounds, and a need to beat the ever loving shit out of the woman above him (maybe that was his grandmother’s side of him talking, Ira couldn’t rightly tell. However, he did agree with it. This woman had to pay!) “I’m just going to have to kill you now,” Ira declared, his ruby eyes began to swirl with the hints of the golden light of his angelic powers as he stared up at the woman.

“Oh?! Do you think the spawn of the horned one can smite me?! I am Raphaela! I’ve fought countless demons, my own sisters, and the one that sired you! None have laid me low, and I shall not fall to you!” Raphaela shouted, coming out of the halo of the sun. A single black two-inch leather strap ran across both nipples, that was the only thing covering her copious breasts. Ira wondered if God had a fetish for huge breasts given the size of his grandmother’s and Raphaela’s. The glint of the gold loop chain holding the four-inch wide linen cloth covering her mound caught his attention, his eyes continuing down her toned, muscular legs as it fluttered between them. Her pearl white wings radiated the light of Heaven as they slowly flapped. A half inch golden band sat in the middle of her forehead holding back her raven hair. “Now I’ll put down another unclean spawn like I have always done,” Raphaela seethed, her angelic spear materializing in her hand.

An image popped into his mind; that of a flaming sword. Its double edges flashing as blue flames crawled along its surface, two roaring dragon heads were carved out of the ends of the silver cross guard. The hilt was covered with fine velvet held secure with silver wire, with a polished silver spike pommel sat at the base of the hand and a half sword.

Time seemed to slow as Raphaela wrapped the chain around her hand while her grip tightened around the shaft of her spear. Her wings propelling her forward. The sun glinting off the tip of her spear as she meant to end his life. It seemed to him his body moved on its own. His sword appearing in his hand, deflecting the spear away from him. Watching how Raphaela used the chain to block the blow of his sword only to watch as his blade cut through the heavenly metal with ease. His midnight black wings unfurling, shattering the links that held him bound. Lightning rolled across the sky as if to answer his silent call. Raphaela raced after Ira as he climbed into the sky. Sparks flew as their weapons clashed together, bathing the earth below in the sounds of battle, yet Ira knew he couldn’t match her; he knew if this went on much longer he would indeed die. He had to figure out a way to escape, and fast. However, the look he saw in Raphaela’s eyes told him one thing – she was toying with him, and she was enjoying it! Releasing a loud huff as her foot landed squarely on his stomach. Air hissed in his ears as his body rocketed towards the ground. Screaming out in pain as Raphaela thrust her spear through his right shoulder pinning him to the trunk of the tree he had crashed into.

“An amusing little show you put on,” Raphaela mused, as her fingertips danced down the shaft of her spear, “but did you honestly think you would get the better of me?” she asked, her eyebrow rose with a pointed look. Licking her upper lip as she watched his blood running down his chest. The way it coated her blade just like all the others before him. The crackling of her heavenly power sparked to life in the palm of her right hand. “Don’t blame me for what’s about to happen. That blame falls to Lucifer for bringing you into this world,” Raphaela said coldly, bringing up her hand ready to deliver the killing ataşehir escort bayan blow. Her body stilled as those defiant eyes of his gazed at her, his blood stained lips curling into a taunting smirk. “What’s so damn funny?!” she roared.

“Lucifer has better tits,” Ira said, he knew they weren’t the greatest last words; yet he needed time for his fogged mind to think of a way out of this current predicament he found himself in.

“I’m not falling for some lame ass ploy to lower my guard, nor will I ever show you my breasts!”

“It’s not like they aren’t already on display. It doesn’t take a genius to fill in the two inches that strip of leather hides,” Ira said, feeling his strength waning the longer the spear remained lodged in his body. “Fuck! You sadistic bitch!” he screamed out in pain, as her angelic power arced down the shaft of her spear and right into his wound.

“I was going to be merciful and kill you quickly. Now, however, I’m going to enjoy every scream, every tear, every word you whisper for me to end this,” Raphaela said menacingly. “Beg me to end this, beg me to be merciful,” she ordered, feeling her mound growing moist. However, what neither one of them knew was a tiny spark of angelic light escaped Raphaela’s lips and entered Ira’s mouth. How did Ira do this? Even after realizing what happened Ira couldn’t rightly say how.

Thrusting his hand out releasing what little strength he had left at Raphaela, who simply bent backwards, chuckling at his feeble attempt to delay the inevitable. “I am going to miss you,” Raphaela admitted, quickly removing her spear from Ira’s shoulder. Grunting, surprised, as she took the force of the blow from her most hated foe. Her eyes bulging as Lucifer’s foot struck her in her mid-section sending her flying backwards.

“Mor, take Ira to my…,” Lucifer said, her eyes glanced over to her grandson as his body slid down the trunk of the tree.

“Yes mistress,” Mor said, her black eyes ran over Ira’s body, noting how the wound hadn’t healed itself. Her needle-like teeth were bare as she hissed at the angel. Her hand softly caressed Ira’s cheek before taking him into her arms.

“You can’t hide that spawn from us, sister,” Raphaela growled, getting to her feet. Her grip tightening around the shaft of her spear.

“Do you think I will hide him?” Lucifer asked, a cruel light flared in her golden eyes noting Raphaela’s fear. They both knew she was the stronger of the two, it had always been the case, since the dawn of time. “What’s the matter sister? Has it been so long that you have forgotten how to hold your weapon?” she asked, taunting Raphaela as her guard dropped slightly.

“I will destroy you! For Father!” Raphaela roared, pushing off the ground, her spear raised, her hate burning in her eyes.

Lucifer narrowed her eyes spitefully at the sky when her father interfered, saving Raphaela from her own fate. “Bitch,” she sneered, as the sounds of mortal life returned to the world. “Can’t live without your little girl, huh?!” Lucifer shouted. Flipping off her father, spinning around stomping away before her image faded away.

“It’s going to be okay Ira; the mistress will heal you.” Lucifer heard Mor say as she cleaned his chest. Her eyes fell on his body as Ira struggled to breathe. “Mor isn’t going to leave you. You’re Mor’s mate. Mor’s mate is strong…” Her voice stilled as her eyes fell on her mistress.

“Leave us Mor,” Lucifer ordered. Her feet gliding along the stone of her lair. Her white linen robe flowed in the sulfur laced air as she approached the bed Ira lay on. “Now,” she growled, when the demon hadn’t moved from her grandson’s side. Looking over her shoulder as Mor scampered out of her circle. Her fingers skimmed along Ira’s arm, her eyes moving over his body noting how ashen his skin had become. She knew if he was any other Nephilim he would have died instantly from a stab of an archangel’s blade. Yet if he wasn’t healed, Ira would indeed die, and there was only one way to heal a Nephilim or angel from a wound given by an archangel or higher class of angel… A smile graced her lips, she was going to enjoy this. Her hands went to her shoulders, slipping the fabric from them. Her FF breasts bounced against her chest as her hand moved over his body removing his remaining clothes. “Relax Ira, I’m going to heal you,” Lucifer said sweetly, her knee resting on the bed before swinging her left leg over his waist. Watching how his eyes focused on her breasts. “So was it true what you said?” she asked, causing his eyes to glance up at her. “That my breasts are better than Raphaela’s?” Sucking on her lip as Ira nodded weakly. Reaching down between her legs stroking his cock to life. “You know you can play with them if you want,” Lucifer said, smiling down at him as his left hand fondled her breast.

Her drool slowly dripped into his wound as she sank down onto his pole. Placing her hand over the wound, escort kadıköy her thumb brushing along his cheek as Ira cried out against the searing pain as she sealed the wound with her holy fire. Gently lifting his head, her lips pressed against his. Her angelic force filling his body as she took in his. Her tongue swirled around his as her sex coated his cock. Removing her hand seeing the ragged scar that was left behind. Her hips rocking gently easing her grandson into his climax.

“Rest Ira,” Lucifer cooed, almost lovingly, as she placed a finger on his temple once his seed flooded her womb.

*********

Ira awoke in his bed. His hand ran down his face, wondering how he’d gotten there in the first place. Then he felt something (well four somethings), pressing against his chest. His adams apple bobbed as his grandmother and mother commanded his sides. His eyes glanced to the scar, noting how it still throbbed in pain; at least it didn’t still feel like he was going to die. The sheet rustled as his mother stirred beside him. Contouring to her naked body as she snuggled closer to him. He knew it was only because of his grandmother that he was still alive. Ira knew if she hadn’t shown up… well, he rightly didn’t want to continue that thought. All he knew was he had to get a handle on his powers. He didn’t think his grandmother would save him again. He felt his cheeks heating as his grandmother and then his mother rubbed their breasts against him. Looking down his body as he felt two hands on his manhood. His mother and grandmother gazed up at him with devious smiles on their lips.

“Baby, mama is hungry,” Cora purred, as her hand worked in time with her mother’s as they slowly stroked his cock.

“Mmm, yes, you do need to be punished for staying out so late,” Toni said, a twinkle sparkled in her eyes as she hid her smirk.

“Yes, coming home drunk is not how I raised you,” Cora said, pushing herself up. The sheet falling down her body displaying her 32D breasts to him. Ira looked to his grandmother wondering what she had told his mother when she brought him home. Obliviously, she thought he had been drunk and not fighting his crazy sadistic aunt to the death.

“Now as for your punishment,” Cora said, her knees rested on either side of his head as her cunt stared down at her son. Peering over her shoulder watching her mother dive underneath the sheet as she lowered her mound to her son’s mouth. “Mmm, yes, that’s it baby, lick your mother’s cunt. Lick it good!” she moaned, as her son’s tongue parted her labia. “Make my pussy wet,” Cora purred lustfully, rubbing her mound against his mouth. Her fingers weaved through his hair, before grabbing tufts of it as she worked her hips to bring herself over the cusp of her orgasm. Her ears perked at the sound of her mother slurping on Ira’s cock. Sucking in a gasp as her son gently licked the underside of her clit. Her body trembled as his lips wrapped around her clit, labia, and vulva. “Oh baby! You’re going to make your mother cum!” Cora said breathlessly, releasing a wanton moan as she held his face against her sex as her juices flooded Ira’s mouth.

“Move over Cora, it’s my turn to drench his face,” Toni said, as the sheet slid down her back. She knew Ira needed to feed to restore his strength. She also knew he couldn’t get that from her. That didn’t necessarily mean she wasn’t going to fuck him again; she’d just let him have his meal first, then she would ride his hard cock again. “Come on Ira,” Toni said, peering down at him while patting her peach, “time to make your grandmother feel good,” she purred, covering his mouth before he could utter a word. “Give your mother a kiss Cora,” Toni said, as Cora sank down on Ira’s cock.

“Mom?!” Cora said a little shocked.

“Please,” Toni said, rolling her eyes, “you’re fucking your son and you can’t give me a little kiss?” she asked, pouting at her daughter. Leaning forward meeting her daughter halfway as they shared a passionate kiss. Listening to her daughter’s moans as she tweaked her daughter’s nipples. “Oh does my baby like that?” Toni asked, fondling her daughter’s breasts.

“Mmmhmm,” Cora said dreamily. While she’d had plenty of threesomes in her career, none of them made her feel like she did at that moment. “Yes mama, play with me,” she moaned loudly, as Toni played with her clit, “make me feel good on my son’s cock,” Cora said, peering through half-lidded eyes as she glided up and down her son’s pole. Biting her lip as her cream coated Ira’s rod as she leaned back, her hands resting on Ira’s legs. Watching as her mother leaned forward, sighing in ecstasy as her lips wrapped around her clit.

“Look at this tasty thing,” Toni cooed, her tongue flicking out teasing her daughter’s clit. “Mmm, yes Ira, get that tongue deep in my pussy. Taste your grandmother nice and deep,” she said, grinding her mound on his tongue. A smile rose on her lips as she felt his fork tongue deep within maltepe escort her canal.

“Oh Mom!” Cora cried out as her mother assaulted her clit once again.

“Cum baby, cum for mama,” Toni said devilishly, slipping her fingers into Cora’s cunt, fucking her along with Ira. Toni’s mouth wrapped around her mound as Cora squirted into her mouth. “You dirty girl, making your own mother drink that down,” she said, peering up at her daughter as her tongue ran along her lip. “Now move over,” Toni giggled, shoving Cora off Ira’s cock.

For another two turns each they shared Ira’s cock and face. By the time it was all done Ira’s face, pillow, and more importantly his bed was soaked in their combined juices. Ira looked back to his bed seeing them each covered in his cum before he headed off to his bathroom. Stopping dead in his tracks as Bridgett and Vikki leaned nude against the wall, their sultry eyes gazing at him. His nose wiggled as he caught their sex on the air.

“I better be getting fucked like that later Ira,” Bridgett said sternly.

“Yes, they can’t be the only ones getting fucked and moaning so loudly as to wake the neighbors,” Vikki said, her eyes taunted him with her mischievousness.

“Rain check?” Ira asked. He had things he needed to do before he delved into fucking the both of them. He knew the library had to have some type of book on sword fighting, and he did want to fuck Layla again.

“Tonight,” Bridgett said, her eyes running down her brother’s body, “my room, and that cock better be hard so you can fuck this tight pussy,” she said patting her dance floor.

“Promise,” Ira nodded before closing the bathroom door.

Ira ran his fingers through his wet hair as he walked down the street. His fingers rubbed along his new scar instinctively. Replaying what happened yesterday, unaware that he was being followed. Yelping in surprise as a pair of hands darted out tossing him to the ground. Fear swelled in his chest as the point of a sword pressed against the underside of his chin.

“Dead.” A female voice said matter-of-factly. Her blonde hair floated in the breeze; her golden eyes shimmered in the morning light. Her supple lips were curved into an arrogant smirk as she stared down at him. “I would think, after getting your ass handed to you by an archangel, you would be more aware of your surroundings, cousin.”

“Missy,” Ira sneered. His eyes running down her chest, along her barely A+ cup breasts, her flat stomach, her cocked hip. Then running down the blade of her sword, which oddly, looked so similar to his own. “What are you doing here?” he asked, pushing her blade away.

“Teaching your sorry ass how to fight, why else would I be here?” Missy replied, her eyes running over his demonic form laying underneath the surface. She knew his Nephilim powers were just beginning to come to the surface. She also knew this was the most dangerous time for him, as it was for her when her father brought her into their world. “Now stand your ass up, we have work to do.”

“I’d rather die,” Ira spat. He’d always disliked his cousin. She was always full of herself. Always confident, always had a sly remark whenever they saw one another. Always thinking she was better than he was.

“As much as I would so enjoy watching Gabriella, Michelle, or Raphaela disembowel you I’m here because grandmother ordered me to train you,” Missy said darkly, reaching down grabbing hold of Ira’s shirt pulling him to his feet. “Now hold still you little pussy,” she ordered, as her midnight black wings unfurled, wrapping them in her feathery embrace, they were gone in the blink of an eye.

“What the hell!” Ira shouted, his voice echoing off the canyon walls as he gazed out upon the desert from atop the plateau.

“Will you please drop the shock,” Missy said, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms. “You’ve been a demon for how long now, and this surprises you? Pathetic!” she spat in disgust.

“Fuck you!” Ira growled, as he looked back at her. His demonic form rushing to surface, his tail lashed the stone in his anger. Lightning leaped from his feathers as it crawled its way towards Missy. His ruby eyes narrowed hatefully as Missy wore another smirk on her lips.

“No thank you, you so aren’t my type,” Missy said, dropping her human disguise. Her horns twisted upwards, batting away the arcs of electricity with the side of her sword. Her wings flapped propelling her backwards as Ira lunged at her. Deflecting his downward blow with ease, dodging his sloppy thrust, the blade of her sword ran along his. Her hand taking hold of his as she struck Ira’s temple with her pommel of her sword. “You done…?” Missy barely dodged in time as Ira swung his sword in a sideways arch. “Hey! I liked this shirt you fucking shit!” she roared, looking down at her shirt. “Fine. You want to die, so be it,” Missy said, narrowing her eyes, dust began to swirl around her legs as she called forth her own angelic powers. Her golden eyes shimmered with her power as the skies began to cloud over. “I’ve waited for this day where you would be impaled on my sword!” she said, lifting the point of her sword to the heavens. Lightning lashed out bathing the land in its blue-white light.

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*This is complete work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.*

*The persons within this story all of legal age, all acts depicted are consensual.*

*I also do not write the quick wham bam type stories, I enjoy the fantasy of the lead up.*

“Ah, finally it is Friday, the long work week is over,” I thought to myself as I pulled into my carport. I was loosening my tie as I walked in my dining room door, already planning my weekend of nothingness.

I walked into the kitchen to grab a cold glass of iced tea, sat down at the table to open my lap top and log onto my favorite story site, . When the site opened I went to my profile page to see if my latest story had been approved yet. When I saw that it had been I smiled and checked the comment page, there were only 3 so far, 2 anonymous with nice comments, but the 3rd really drew my attention. The poster name was listed as redcarpet, an intriguing name. As I read her comments about how she has enjoyed the stories I have posted, and looks forward to reading anything I post.

“I enjoy the erotic images that your stories put into my mind,” she posted, “they always help make my lonely nights more enjoyable.”

Before I sent my reply, I had to check her profile. One thing I always do, is reply to feedback, possitive or not. I feel if a person takes the time to leave a note, it is just the right thing to do by replying and thanking them for reading my story. Her profile listed her as a redhead in her 30’s, divorced and living in Washington State. I noticed that her join date was almost 1 year ago.

So I made a reply to her feedback saying, “thank you very much for reading my stories, I am happy that you found them erotic enough to enjoy, and it is my pleasure to bring you some little pleasure.” I then headed off to take a shower and relax a bit by reading some of the new stories.

After finishing my shower, I put on my robe and moved my laptop into the living room, relaxing on the sofa I was about to browse the new stories, when I noticed I had a PM, opening it I was shocked to see a message from redcarpet. “Just a quick note to tell you, you bring me more than just a little pleasure with your stories, please write more,” she had written.

I replied back, “You are why I write.”

I then went on to explore the newest stories to find some good erotic reading. I had just opened a story about an anonymous encounter that looked promising when the doorbell rang. I sat the laptop on the coffee table and answered the door, there stood my new neighbor. She had just moved into the condo next to mine last weekend. I had helped her move a few large items, and got her garage door opener working, simple fix, just replaced the batteries.

“Hi,” I said, “is the garage opener giving you problems again?”

“Oh no, it is working great.” she told me, “I saw you were home and wanted to thank you for your help last weekend.”

“It is my pleasure.” I stated. This seemed to bring a slight eyebrow lifted look from her.

“I am not sure if you enjoy wine,” she told me, “but I brought you over a bottle of my favorite as a thank you.”

“To be honest with you,” I said, ” seldom drink anything, but it is the weekend, please come in and we can share a glass and get a little acquainted.”

I stepped aside to let her in, closed the door and lead her to the kitchen so I could get the bottle opener and a couple glasses. We headed to the living room, I asked her to sit on the sofa, I opened the wine and poured tow glasses for us, then sitting on the other end of the sofa, we ataşehir escort bayan toasted to neighbors.

“So,” I said, “my name is Paul, it is a pleasure to have a new neighbor.”

“Hi Paul, I am Lisa, and I am please to meet you as well,” she said.

We chatted for about 30 minutes, finding out some information about each other, she had been divorced for just over a year, and had decided it was time to relocate and see if she could make a fresh start.

I told her that I was divorced as well, had been for 5 years, but I enjoyed Nevada and wanted to stay in town.

Lisa was an attractive woman, looking to be in her mid 30’s I guessed, very bright blue eyes and redish-brown hair that cascaded almost down to her waist and about 5’6″ or so.

At that point, there was a buzz from upstairs. “Excuse me a minute,” I said, “I need to take some towels out of the dryer.”

“My washer & dryer will be delivered next week,” she casually mentioned, “I look forward to that, I dislike going to the Laundromat.”

“Well,” I offered, “you are welcome to use mine if you need to.”

“Really, that would be so great,” she exclaimed, “I do have a small load I would like to get done, if you really don’t mind.”

“It would be my pleasure,” I said, please bring them over, you can get them done while we talk.”

Lisa stood up and said, “I will go grab my clothes and be right back, thank you so much.” I walked her to the door, when she had left I went upstairs to get my towels out of the dryer, folded them and put them in the closet.

I walked back downstairs to wait for Lisa by the door, she was just coming through the gate, I reached for her laundry basket to carry it upstairs for her.

“My, but aren’t you a gentleman,” she said smiling.

“It is my pleasure to please a lady,” I said with a wink.

She just kind of looked at me, starting to say something, but stopped.

I carried her basket upstairs, and told her I would go back down to the living room and pour us another glass of wine.

I had just poured the wine and set the bottle down when Lisa came downstairs, again thanking me for my help.

She sat down on the sofa, a bit closer to me this time as we again began to talk about miscellaneous adventures and mis-adventures in life. As we chatted, there were a couple dings from my laptop, my email program advising me of some incoming mail.

“Excuse me,” I said, “let me take a quick check of my email.”

As I turned the laptop so I could check my mail, at this point I realized I still had Lierotica open.

“Well,” she exclaimed, “Literotica!”

“I am surprised you knew the site,” I told her. “I enjoy the stories and have written a few.”

“Really?” She said, “I also am a member of the site, I was just reading some new stories earlier today.”

I opened my mail program and noted that the new emails were nothing of great importance.

“Please,” Lisa said, tell me about your stories, better yet, can I read them if you are not to embarrassed?”

“Lisa,” I said, “if I was embarrassed, I wouldn’t write, I must warn you, I do not write short bang bang stories, I like to lead up to things, it is my way of bring a little pleasure both to myself and others.”

After my statement, Lisa just looked at me, her eyes were lifted to the right as if in thought.

Just then the spin cycle ended on the washer, she stood up and turned to go upstairs and put her clothes in the dryer. Giving me a side glance as she went to the stairs.

“Paul,” she called down, “do you have any dryer sheets?”

“Yes,” escort kadıköy I called back to her, “they are in the closet to the right.” I stood and walked to the bottom of the stairs, waiting to make sure she found them.

“Got em,” she said, “thanks.”

I looked up the stairs and was impressed by the sight of her shapely butt as she bent to put clothes in the dryer. I guess I was lost in thought while watching her bent over, because I did not notice she had finished loading the dryer and was standing and turning toward me.

She just looked at me and smiled as she started down the stairs.

“So,” she said as she returned to the sofa, “how about that story?”

“I am logged onto the site now,” I told her, “you can find my stories on my profile.” I handed her the laptop. She took it and as her finger was resting on the mousepad, she looked at me with what could only be construed as a lustful look, her blue eyes very sparkly.

“Is this really you, I mean your profile?” She asked.

“Yes, of course it is.” I stated

“Well in that case,” she said “I really don’t think I need to read your stories.”

Shocked I asked, “why is that, did something offend you?”

“OH dear Paul,” she whispered, “quite the opposite, um, well, Paul, I am redcarpet.”

“No way, wow,” I exclaimed, “you’ve got to be kidding me, we just exchanged a short pm a couple hours ago.”

“Now, it is I who is embarrassed,” she said, blushing slightly.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about,” I told her, “there were no inappropriate words exchanged, you left me a wonderful feedback message, and I replied.”

“It is the thoughts behind those words,” she said quietly. “I read your stories and fantasized that we, you and I were the characters.” “And when you sent the message about giving a little pleasure, um, well, I must admit, I got quite excited.”

“Well Lisa,” I said, “I guess now that you see the real me, just a old guy, with an active imagination, you may have to re-visualize your fantasies.”

“Paul,” she said, “it is your words that bring the fantasy, I honestly never pictured anything more than the visual descriptions in your stories. I think I need some more wine.”

Lisa reached for the bottle and rested one hand on my leg as she leaned to get it. When she poured her glass and replaced the bottle, her hand remained on my leg. Scooting a bit closer to me, she looked back to the laptop, closed it and leaned back into the couch, causing her hand to pull my robe open a bit. Her hand was now resting on my upper thigh, she seemed to be lost in thought as she sipped her wine, I reached down to adjust my robe, which had opened and exposed a lot of my bare leg.

The dryer buzzed, startling her out of her trance. She leaned forward to set down her glass, stood to get her laundry, saying, “let me get my clothes out so they don’t wrinkle, we have lots to talk about now.”

As Lisa ascended the stairs I watched her slowly walk up, there seemed to be a bit more sway to her step, and I swear I could hear her humming a bit.

While she was upstairs, I took the opportunity to drain my glass and pour myself another, standing to fix my robe and get my thoughts together. It had been a rather surprising revelation we just shared, and truth be told, I was very aroused.

I sat back down on the sofa, lost in my thoughts, thinking how close a fantasy had come to being a real time adventure, well, minus the adventure, but very real. I heard the dryer close, then I heard the bathroom door close and some water running. Figuring she had to use maltepe escort the restroom after having a few glasses of wine, I thought nothing about it.

A few minutes later Lisa was coming back down stairs, as she walked toward me, there was a very obvious difference in her appearance, causing me to gasp and get an immediate tent in my robe.

“I hope you don’t mind,” she said seductively, “but I borrowed one of your t-shirts.”

My shirt barely came past her upper thighs, her nipples very clearly erect.

I just stared, mouth open, looking first at the clear outline of her breasts, down to the smoothness of her thighs. A vision of beauty that no words I could write would do justice.

“My God, you are a gorgeous woman,” I said, between my gasps of breath.

“This is an outfit you have in one of your stories, one that makes me the hottest.” She said as she walked toward me.

Lisa reached down and untied the belt on my robe, slowly opening and pulling it off of me. Then she reached for the t-shirt she was wearing and pulled it over her head, revealing her beautiful body to my eyes. She leaned forward and rubbed her breasts across my lips, I placed my hands around her waist, holding her close as I licked her nipples. I let my hands roam lower, it was then I noticed her tiny red panties.

“I bought these panties after I read your story,” she told me, “I fantasized wearing them for you.”

“They are almost the exact panties as I visualized in my mind when writing the story.” I told her. As I ran my hands down to her ass, feeling much more skin than fabric, I took a sharp intake of breath, as Lisa moaned.

Lisa leaned forward, climbing onto my lap facing me, placing her knees on either side of my thighs, lowering her panty clad body onto me. I could feel the warmth and dampness of her pussy as she rested herself on my hard dick, rubbing back and forth.

“Oh damn Lisa,” I moaned, “I don ‘t think my old body can take much of this, I know I will not last much longer with you rubbing my dick like this.”

“Paul, you are now in my fantasy,” she told me. “I want to do the things to you that I have imagined since reading your stories.”

“Lisa, you are more of a fantasy than my mind could ever imagine,” I told her as I leaned forward to kiss her sweet lips. “But, you know, I am just an old guy with an active brain,” I said, “I never dreamed that I would live out any of my fantasies or writings.”

“No Paul,” she whispered in my mouth between kisses, “this is my fantasy, yours will be later.”

She then wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her tongue into my mouth, began gyrating on my lap. I was moaning into her mouth as I ran my hands over the cheeks of her ass, she was moving faster on my lap, I could feel her getting wetter and smell the musky odor of her body.

As I started to cum, I moaned, “Oh damn, Lisa, I am cuming, God, yes please let me cum!”

Her breast became faster, moving quicker on me she moaned, grabbed me tighter her lips locked on mine, our tongues dancing, I felt her movements stop, she was still and holding me tight as she groaned.

“Damn Lisa,” I said while catching my breath, “that was the most intense orgasm I have ever had.”

“Hmmm,” she said, “that sounds like a challenge to me, I want to see just how intense we can get.”

She slid off my lap, running kisses down my chest, seeing my cum all over my belly, looking up to my eyes, she began to lick my belly, lowering her mouth down taking my shrinking dick in her mouth she began sucking and licking, her mouth soft and warm. “We have only just begun,” she said.

I have gone on a lot longer than I anticipated, I will continue this story at another time. Look for Lisa’s red carpet to follow very soon. This story is pure fantasy, but I do think I can carry it on for a few chapters.

Thanks for staying with me.

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Living in a big city does not help with meeting people, unless you are happy to go to bars and shout in someone’s ear for the evening over some mojitos. It’s strange how you can live next to someone for years and not know them but be ‘best mates’ with someone on the other side of the world who you just happened to meet in a chat room when you were bored.

I had lived here for about five years, on and off, the off being time spent abroad for work. It was fun but I was spending more and more time in the UK and I realised that, apart from a few old mates from way back, I hadn’t got to know anyone new for years.

This was not the first thing on my mind when I woke that Saturday morning. I was thinking that the first tendrils of spring were snaking their way through the neighbourhood and I wanted to get out and go for a run, enjoying the outdoors, the parks and newly budding flowers in the hedgerows.

As I was locking the front door, I noticed a girl come out of the house opposite. About 5’6”, slim with a blonde bob, great cheekbones and a slightly wide mouth. Interesting face and definitely rather sexy. Dressed in jeans and a white shirt, she looked lovely. Not being the boldest sort of bloke, I looked away and started setting up my iPod for the run.

She walked over to her car on the other side of the road and I heard her swear and looked up. She was standing, hands on hips, legs akimbo and looking more than a little annoyed. She raised her hand and pushed her hair away from her eyes in an exasperated fashion.

As I was crossing the road anyway, I noticed she had a flat tyre and clearly wasn’t happy.

“Can I help?” I asked, stopping a few paces away.

“No, that’s kind of you,” she replied. Now, being British but having worked in other countries and cultures, I am always struck by how stand-offish we are as well as the modern fear of being stabbed by any stranger, such is the supposed danger of living in the urban world.

“Hey, I’m sorry, it seems like you have a puncture, you clearly want to get somewhere and you will get filthy if you change it yourself. I was just offering to change it.” I said, trying to smile reassuringly. She looked at me and I could see her struggling with the problem.

“I couldn’t ask you,” she said.

“Don’t be silly,” I replied. “You are ready to leave, I’ve just fallen out of bed and don’t mind helping. I can go for a run after. Now, where’s your jack?” She smiled and went to the boot to open it up. Underneath the carpet was her spare tyre and the jack.

As I got to work, we chatted ataşehir escort bayan a bit and I found out that she was off to see her mate for the weekend and wanted to get out of town before the traffic. I commiserated about the crowded roads and promised to work harder.

I was conscious of the fact that I was on my knees before this sexy blonde, my eyes at her waist whilst I was working away. She offered me a glass of water and I said yes mostly to watch her cute arse as she walked back into the house.

Unfortunately, I finished far too quickly and her car was back to working order in no time. She thanked me with a big smile and I bade her farewell to go off on my run. During the exercise, I was struck by how much I was thinking of her and what a wuss I was to not ask for her number or a date.

The next week, I was walking down the road to get the paper and the ground floor window of her house flew open.

“There you are!” she said. “I couldn’t remember which house you lived in so I never had a chance to really thank you. You seemed keen to get off on your run.”

“No worries, you don’t have to thank me anymore. I just was helping a neighbour.” I replied.

She looked me straight in the eye and said, “No, I’d really like to. What are you doing for supper tonight?”

There was I, on the side of my road, being asked for supper by a sexy blonde, younger than me and clearly a good laugh, who was having an effect on my trousers as I thought of what I would like to have for supper.

“That’s really kind of you but you don’t have to.”

“Nonsense, I won’t take no for an answer. I’ll see you at 8,” she said, laughing as she closed the window and went into the next room.

That evening I turned up in a pair of clean jeans, shirt and comfy loafers, with a bottle of white wine. She opened the door and was wearing a summer frock, in a delicate petalled pattern. It was slightly flared at the hips and stopped at her knees, showing off the rest of her shapely legs.

I was a bit tonguetied but we managed the basic hello’s and came into her house. Supper was a light feast of salads, mains and puddings. As you can tell, I didn’t concentrate on the food because the chat was light and giggly. She was looking sexier and sexier as the evening progressed, the light gently faded and all we had was a few candles to illuminate her features.

I looked at my watch and thought that it was a shame that the time had passed so quickly but I didn’t want to outstay my welcome, so made my excuses to leave. She was escort kadıköy having none of it and said that there was something she wanted to show me.

She started to go upstairs and could see from my face that I was not sure where this was going. She laughed, grabbed my hand and dragged me up the stairs. I didn’t know what was going on until we got to the back room, which had some french windows out onto a deck on the roof. There was a big telescope and she smiled and pointed to it.

“This is my passion. I love the stars. Let me show you.” We spent about 10 minutes looking through the telescope, me giggling because I didn’t know what she was looking at, her because I was clearly trying. All the while, she was brushing her shoulder against mine and I was aware of a light, flowery fragrance that was really messing with my head. I was getting more and more turned on so when she suggested to lie down and just check out the stars on the deck cushions, I agreed.

We lay down, side by side and her shoulder against mine, she pointing out the constellations that, fortunately, were clearly visible. I was getting more and more horny with her proximity and didn’t want it to end. That being said, I didn’t want to stand up because my cock was rock hard by now and I hoped the night was shading it.

She leant up on her elbow and looked down at me.

“What do you think so far?” she asked. “I think it’s wonderful, I never knew half of this stuff about the stars.”

She laughed in the back of her throat and slightly leant in. “Do you find the stars exciting?”

“Yeah, I mean, they are lovely, but…” I stammered.

“No, not like that. I see that this might have got you very interested,” she said, tracing her finger down my shoulder onto my chest. I didn’t say anything and she leant in to kiss me.

Soft lips parted above mine and our tongues softly became acquainted, all the while her hand stroking my chest. This was lovely and I was enthralled by the sensations going through my body.

“May I?” she asked, pointing at my crotch. I was a bit startled, as we had been kissing for only a few minutes, but I wasn’t going to stand in her way.

“Sure,” I replied, smiling. She kissed me some more and started to lower my zip with her hand. I felt her stroke inside and find my cock which she quickly pulled out. She continued to stroke it and broke off the kiss, lowering her head. I felt her lips on the end of my cock and then her mouth took me into its lustrous embrace. She clearly was no novice at this as her tongue was working maltepe escort the base of the glans really well as her head bobbed up and down. I was enjoying this enormously and wished it would go on forever.

She continued to rub the shaft up and down as she continued with her mouth. This was a wonderful sensation and I could feel myself start to build. I wanted this to last so gently lifted her head from my cock.

“What, didn’t you like it?” she said, looking up at me and wiping the excess saliva from her mouth.

“Oh no, it was great. It’s just that it’s my turn.” I pulled her up my body until she was astride my waist and she started to grind her crotch onto my stiff member. I pulled her further up until my legs were over my shoulders and lifted her dress. Underneath were some lace knickers with a delicate pattern and I buried my face in them, relishing the light musk I could breathe in deeply.

I started to rub my chin up and down her slit, reached up and moved the elastic to one side before stretching my tongue up to run it up one side and then the other of her lips. I heard her gasp and press down so I went for it. I dove in with my tongue and really attacked her with it, driving it up and down the wet sides of her pussy, playing with her clit and then trying to get it as deep inside her as I could. She was enjoying it, keeping one hand gripping my hair and holding my head firmly against her.

I felt her motion start to increase, so I upped my effort and pretty soon she was breaking over me, flooding my mouth with some of the sweetest pussy juice I could imagine. I lapped it up as best I could, adoring the taste, smell and sensations.

“Wow,” she said as she lowered herself down my body. “That was great.” She reached under her skirt and removed her knickers so I undid my belt and lowered my trousers.

She reached down, grabbed my cock and steered it towards her pussy lips. She lowered herself onto my shaft and started to move up and down, herself sitting up and leaning back. I started to thumb her clit with one hand and squeezed her arse with the other. She started to move faster and faster and I matched her pace.

I could feel the impending explosion arriving and I felt her headed in the same direction. I started to really pump into her and suddenly she ground down, threw her head back and shuddered. I could feel the walls of her pussy gripping my cock in spasms and that tipped me over the edge.

My balls throbbed, my shaft shook and my whole being was taken over as I thrust upwards, reaching a peak of pleasure, gush after gush of my juices bursting forth into her, seeming to last for ages.

I stayed in her as we both got our breath back and held each other, her head buried in my shoulder. She eventually lifted her head up, smiled at me and said, “Thanks for changing my tyre.”

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Just shy of her 19th birthday, my daughter, Evana, asked me if she could continue living with me while she attended classes. Sharing a place with me gave her an easier go at it financially and I was glad for the company. Sharing such a small space with her, though, made us closer than I dared imagine. She was away at piano lessons that summer afternoon while I was tidying up our flat. As was custom, I still babied my baby and made her bed for her most days. I entered her room to do just that and as I bent over to straighten the top sheet I noticed the corner of a paper sticking out from between her mattresses. I lifted the top mattress and slid the paper out to see what it was. To my surprise it was a newspaper advertisement for taboo themed adult books and videos, with very explicit descriptions and pictures of everything advertised. There was even a couple of incomplete ‘sample’ stories on some of the pages, the kind that get you wanting to know what happened next so you will buy them.

I thumbed through the pages and forgot what I had been doing before I found it. It had been a long while since I had been with a woman or had even indulged in any kind of erotic material. After a few of the incomplete stories, I had become extremely aroused and started to rub myself through my pants. After a few minutes I remembered where I was, my daughter’s bedroom! It hit me then…she had been hiding this newspaper. I spun off the bed and lifted the mattress to see if there was anything else hidden under her mattress and to my surprise I found two more advertisement papers hidden there. I wondered where she had found these. One of them looked like it was weather worn, so I suspected she had found them somewhere outdoors and had not been given them by someone. It occurred to me that my own daughter might actually want to experience what I could clearly see she had been getting off to. I got extremely aroused imagining how many nights she had lain in here rubbing her pussy while reading these papers, while I was oblivious to it all in the room next to her.

I busied myself around the flat while I waited for her to get home and just as I heard her key in the door, I made a dash for her room so I could confront her about the papers at the scene of the crime. At first she didn’t mention the advertising paper I was holding, but I could tell she was quite nervous because she went straight for her hair brush and started brushing her already well done long hair.

After seconds of her pretending she wasn’t noticing the paper, I asked her, “Evana, I found this and two others like it under your mattress, where did you get these?” She didn’t seem at all embarrassed, but then again, I am ataşehir escort bayan her father, I had kept all of her embarrassing secrets since childhood.

“I found them under an overpass I walk under to get home from lessons, Daddy.” she said.

“How long have you had them?”

“Two or three months.”

“Evana, the stories in here, you like this?”

Evana tensed in an inner struggle as I could see she was trying to decide whether to lie to me or not. “Very much, Daddy.”, she replied and seemingly in a self driven state she taunted me. “I have had sex before, Daddy, but I want something deeper and those papers excite me. If they can do it, why cant we?”

I was already aroused from having spent time looking the papers over and it had been months since I lay with a woman. It had never crossed my mind that my own daughter would ever desire me in this way. How could I turn her down? “This is what you want?” I asked her, feeling suddenly a little shy around my own daughter! I tensed up some from the anticipation of her answer.

“Yes, Daddy…” she said as I set the paper on the corner of the bed to my right. She kept brushing at her hair nervously. “I actually wanted this before I ever found those papers.”

I could feel my shoulders tense up as I felt a surge of desire for my own daughter. Was this really about to happen? If this is what my little girl wants, this is what she is going to get. Evana told me she was too nervous to act, so I reached up and pulled her to me. The moment my hands touched her I felt the urges slam into me and all of my pent up sexual energy became directed at my daughter. As I pulled her close I felt her ass in a way I had never felt it before. I felt her skin in a way I had never felt it before. She brushed her fingertips over my shoulder, touched my face nervously…I could tell she was as aroused as I was.

As we touched upon each other, she said, “Daddy, I don’t want this to be a one time thing, if it is, then do not tease me so.”

“Evana, if we do this, you can have your Daddy anytime you want.”

“I am serious, Daddy…this excites me too much.”

I undid her skirt and slid it off of her, running my hands over her sweet young butt and thighs. I kissed on her stomach as my hands roamed her succulent young body. Soon, I was kissing the underside of those firm young breasts of hers. My heart was beating wildly. She started to become a little more aggressive herself and sat on my lap. She pulled my mouth to hers to kiss me and at first it seemed awkward…I had never kissed my little Evana like she wanted me to. I felt a short pang of guilt, of wrong doing, but it quickly passed as I opened to her desire. I knew that touching escort kadıköy and kissing her would never again be what it had been. Her inexperienced kissing and aggression was very arousing. She pressed me onto my back, but fumbled some, knowing what she wanted, but unsure how to go about getting it. We sat up, I removed my clothes and she her dress, but she was sweet enough to leave those red panties of hers for me to remove. I happily slid them off her, my eyes soaking in her young pussy as if I had never seen a pussy in my life!

I didn’t want to rush this too aggressively, but it was hard to restrain. I just wanted to be in my little Evana so badly. Wanted to feel her dripping pussy on my cock. I lay against her and kissed her, tasting and savoring her young body. Evana whispered, “Kiss me, Daddy.” so I leaned over her and she embraced me as we kissed while I caressed her dripping wet pussy. I had never felt such heat in a pussy before. At first, my cock was up and down…the excitement of the situation would arouse me, but then the guilt and shame of what I was doing to my little Evana would hit me, too and I would go soft. Evana noticed this and lay me on my back, saying, “I have wanted you in my mouth a long time, Daddy.”

I tensed some, but lay back to let her do as she desired. I didn’t want to deny her anything she desired. Sliding down my body, she took my semi hard cock into her hot mouth. I knew right away she had no experience in sucking cock, but I had a feeling she would be getting better by practicing on me. I lay there stroking her hair as she hungrily sucked on Daddy’s cock. Her anxiousness to have me hard was a huge turn on. Even when I became erect, she kept sucking hungrily as she rubbed on my chest with one hand and cupped my balls with her other. It was intense feeling such desire from her. I let her just keep sucking Daddy’s cock as much as she wanted, knowing it was just a matter of time before her pussy craved it so much she couldn’t help herself.

It was me that broke, though. I started rubbing her back, briefly…her skin felt so young, so soft, so warm…and her mouth was driving my cock almost to the point of no return. I gave in and pulled her off of me, positioning her on top of me. I didn’t enter her hastily, though. I pulled my raging cock up as she lowered onto me and positioned it between her pussy lips as she began to moan, her eyes rolling slowly around in pleasure. She rocked her hips ever so slightly back and forth, rubbing her pussy on the shaft of my cock without sliding to far down and causing penetration. After less than a minute I felt her nails dig into my chest as her fingers tensed from the long slowly growing orgasm that began to wrack her full body. I concentrated maltepe escort on her pleasure and just at the moment her climax peaked I shifted my hips and with some effort against her tight hole, I pushed into her as she let out a pleasurable cry.

I will never forget the moan she let out as my cock penetrated her that first time. I could feel her soft pussy hairs on the base of my shaft and balls as I pressed my hips into her, trying to get in as deep as I could. I started fucking her furiously as she sat atop of me. I ran my hands over her shoulders and arms as we just stared into each others’ eyes. Soon she started chanting, “Daddy….Daddy….this feels so good…Daddy….yes….yes….yes…” Her little pussy started contracting and pulsing on my cock as she was wracked by an orgasm, her eyes rolled and she kept whispering and chanting to me.

Her orgasms were making it very hard for me not to explode in her young pussy. After a while we both relaxed a little more as I kept fucking her…at one point I had to tensely pause to keep myself from cumming in her too soon. She asked me if doing this risked her getting pregnant, but I explained to her that Daddy could not make babies anymore and she smiled mischievously at me. It seemed to turn her on to talk about what we were doing. I had a hard time concentrating on answering her, but I knew she was making sure this wasn’t going to be a one time situation. I guess she had given it up to others and they had left her before. I kept reassuring her that Daddy wasn’t going to stop pleasing her. I can’t even begin to tell you how erotic it was when, while she was atop of me as I fucked her, she leaned over and kissed me deeply. This damn near sent me into a cumming fit, but I held on a little longer… her tongue dancing with mine as she bounced up and down on my cock.

I kept fucking that sweet young pussy of hers. When I was nearing that point of no return, I said, “Evana, baby, Daddy can’t hold back any longer, he is going to cum in you.”

“Yes, Daddy! Do it! Cum in me, I want you to so badly.”

Once I heard her say that, I felt the most intense tingle start building in my cock and balls that I had ever felt! Before the full climax even started, I could feel a stream of pre-cum and cum spraying into her. Evana could feel it, too, and when she did she drove her hips down onto me, taking my cock as deep into her as she could as she leaned down and hungrily sucked at her Daddy’s neck. As she clung to me in ecstasy my hands lustfully grabbed her sexy little ass, upon which my cock responded by releasing the biggest torrent of cum I had ever released in my life!

The deep erotic growl I began to let out, mixed with her whimpering orgasm, as I pumped my cum into her sweet tight pussy until we were both completely spent. Evana kept kissing me on my neck, my face, my lips and my chest while she told me how wonderful it felt. In the afterglow, we basked in the feeling of our new found closeness.

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Karling masterminded a fail-safe plan tonight and that plan was to trick her father into banging her senseless. She had her advantages and her disadvantages being the sole blonde teenage bombshell daughter of Mr. Rick Cummings. Her own disadvantages were the possibilities that her own father might not be interested in her like every other boys and men outside the house was, or the risk that this impending act might be so bad that it would blind him from her irresistible seduction.

She was a seamless, tall girl of about nineteen years old, blessed with the deepest blue eyes one could ever ask for – “killer eyes of a devil!” some of the townsfolk had exclaimed. Because this night was a special one, she had chose to wear a silk nightgown with nothing else underneath.

No panties, no bras, no bullshit.

Standing behind a corner, she peeked at her father, who was slouched on a leather couch of the living room and watching the news on T.V., wanting so bad to have him, wanting so bad to please him. Her father was a handsome and successful Wall Street lawyer in his forties, dark-haired, toned with fine muscles, (he was also shirtless so you could his naked chest) and had the sexiest lawyer voice, too. Oo-la-la, what a papa to have. Unlike her father, Karling got her lavished blonde hair from her mother’s side . . .

Ah, Mother, she thought, smiling sinfully, I almost forgot about you. It’s a good thing you’re out of state, visiting Grandma, or else I had to seduce and fuck Dad right in front of you. It’s a very good thing you’re not here.

She felt prepared tonight. Hornier than ever. Her hair was a rigorous, wild blonde with strands curling as far to her appealing buttocks. Sweats was starting to break out under her gown. She even felt a warm bead trickling down between her round breasts, trickling down to her naval. One more bead of sweat trickled down from the nape of her neck to the crack of her ass. She thought of her rear-end with infinite pride and wondered what Dad would do if she sat on his face. All the men in town could never resist ogling at the perfect shape of her ass, amazed at how those buns stretched in her usual taut jean short and how those toned thighs flexed as she bend over to tie her shoe.

Those were some of Karling’s advantages.

His presence here in their huge Georgian mansion was so rare that his firm seemed to be his second home. If Mother was here, she would be crawling all over him right now, jabbering and talking his head off about this and that and whatever other boring shit. But she wasn’t here and inside this tremendous mansion, with the housekeeper off-shift, it was just father and daughter.

“Daddy?” she called out, stepping into the living room, like an innocent wanderer. “Hey, there you are. I thought you were already sleeping.”

Her father looked at her with those suave eyes of his, momentarily sneaking a look at her gown, and greeted her with a charming smile. “No, just watching the news.”

“Anything interesting.”

“Hardly ever anything interesting on the news, babe.”

Karling was appalled to hear what her father just said to her. She found this the perfect chance and time to initiate the plan. So she walked over and stopped in front of him, blocking his vision on the television screen and crossing her arms in a mischievous, seductive manner. “What did you just call me?”

His attention with the television faltered as his eyes fell on Karling. “Mmm?”

“Don’t ‘mmm’ me, I know what you just called me.” She lowered to her knees and crawled toward him, pausing right before his opened poise. “So you think I’m a babe? Tell me the truth, do you?”

“Of course I do, sweetie,” he replied, smiling composedly. “Doesn’t everyone?”

Hoisting her chest and pulling closer to his crotch, she flashed him a roguish, playful smile. “Yes, but isn’t it a little naughty to flirt with your own daughter?”

Then Mr. Cummings’s smile dropped to what seemed to be subtle alarm. “Whoa, I don’t think I was-“

“Oh, but you were. It was in your subconscious.”

“Yeah, but it doesn’t mean anything.”

“It means everything without the conscious knowing. I think you want me and you don’t even know it.”

Her father chuckled, obviously embarrassed with the situation. Uncomfortable? Not at all. Karling even thought she caught a slight movement on his crotch area. She found this a good sign to move her plan to a higher level. This one was the final route where it either would take her to where she wanted, or it would be a just a devastating dead-end failure. But she was willing to do whatever it take just to have him tonight no matter what the risk. Everyone who knew Mr. Rick Cummings knew him as a contender, a man who couldn’t lose, a charismatic lover, and a man with a high ego.

Let’s see just how high his ego was.

“Um, Daddy, there’s a rumor going around that you had an affair with Mrs. Creed, my best friend’s mother. Is this true?”

“What?” He chuckled again, rubbing the back of his neck with an uncertain smile. Obvious sign of ataşehir escort bayan a nervous liar. “There’s lot of rumors going around that I’m having affair with everyone. Trust me, dear, it’s all a bunch of bullshit.”

“But I heard Mrs. Creed telling someone on the phone about this. Oh, I don’t know. I’m not so sure but she also said something about you being a premature ejaculator.”

That was when her father’s eyes became wide with wounded confidence. “Karling, I’m sure whatever you heard was all just a stupid agenda to get back at me-“

“But are you a premature ejaculator?” she asked, putting on a disappointed childlike face. “Mrs. Creed also was saying something about how it explained your last name, Mr. Cummings, and how well it suited you. Ouch. That would ruin your own self-image, wouldn’t it?”

“I can assure you, sweetie, I’m not.”

The biggest question of the night: “Can you prove it to me? Just between the both of us, Dad, can you prove it for me?”

The shocked expression was so great on his face that it was cute. “What? Prove it to you how?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Karling murmured, tossing her hair back and biting the bottom mouth. “I was thinking more along the line of . . . giving you a handjob?”

“WHAT?!”

“Well, if you can last more than a half-hour, then it shouldn’t be a problem.” She pretended to make a naive expression of a confused child. “Right?”

“Listen, I don’t care what anyone think. I’m very good at sex. I can last all night keeping a pace without an orgasm and I’m sure a handjob or any other sex tricks isn’t going to make me have a ‘premature ejaculation’ in less than a half an hour.”

Then the magic ego-tempting question: “Do you want to bet?”

He looked at her for what seemed to be a long time before shaking his head. “I . . . I don’t understand.”

“Sure you do, Daddy-o.” She placed a hand on his leg and leaned closer, both of her melon-sized jugs hanging loose under her gown. “The bet is that I can make you ejaculate in less than half an hour. And I think I can, no doubt.”

This remark infuriated him. He grabbed the remote, turned off the T.V., and scolded her with a defiant, bothered look. “No, you can’t. No matter what you’d do, no matter how beautiful and good you are, you wouldn’t make me cum if you had all year.”

As soon as this contradiction came out, Karling, being hurt at his comment, uttered a frustrated growl, clutched at his pajama pant, and jerked it down to his ankles. To her astonishment, a huge cock sprang in the air and, seeing the true size of his member, she gasped. It was an absolute 12-inched erection. Gorge of thick veins pulsed at his girth, like purple strains, and the helmet was a fat mushroom-shaped monster with a pair of huge nutshells hanging underneath. All in all, it was the most beautiful-looking cock she had ever seen.

“Oh, my God!” she exclaimed.

“You like it?”

“It’s so fucking big. I’ve never seen anything like that. Well, except in porn movies. Doesn’t it hurt Mom?”

“Every times. Think you can handle it?”

She heard the clock ticked to 10: 00 and somewhere in the back of her mind, a gunshot rang and the race began.

“The bet’s starting now.” And Karling wasted no time with the countdown. She grabbed his cock with both hands, feeling her heart skipping a beat at this sudden act, and began jacking him at a furious motion, grunting at each jerk she gave him. It was a long shaft and her palms, slick with sweats, glided smoothly up and down. Grasping his cock smoother and yanking in a slow, tentative stroke, Karling could even smell the impending sex in the atmosphere. She realized after looking at his face he showed no sign of giving in.

Fuck this.

She spat a huge line of saliva on his cock and began jacking him harder, with one hand whirling with his balls. Another large spit and the double-hand-jacking continued. “You like that, Daddy? Huh? You like it when your own daughter giving you a nice handjob, mm?”

His straight face faltered and tensed a little. Sweats was starting to come down his forehead.

“Yeah, I bet you do, Daddy,” she cooed, massaging and polishing his cock with a long, tight stroke. “You’re so big. Fuck. I bet you’d like to tear me a new asshole, huh? Fuck me with that unnatural dick and make me scream, huh? You wants me, huh? Admit it, chickenshit, you wanted to fuck your own daughter since I was thirteen, huh?”

He closed his eyes and moaned.

“Oh, Daddy likes it!” She buffed his pole with a sheen haul and kissed his crown, lingering her tongue at the head of the iceberg. Then she engulfed her entire mouth down on his monstrous flagpole, engulfing until half of his cock disappeared in her tight throat, and pulled it all out with a wet slurping smack. Mr. Cummings groaned. Dribble of spit drooled down her chin as she smiled coquettishly. “Yeah, Daddy likes it a lot.”

It was blowjob time.

She began licking his cock in a long, sloppy caress, going from the bottom of his shaft to the highest escort kadıköy point of the mountain. She never had a cock this big, let alone had anyone ever manage to hold in longer than a blowjob. Sex wasn’t her first time but having a cock over the average size was. This was going to be fun! She drowned his cock again, draining all of the life force being suppressed in his organ, and moaned as a head grazed beyond her gullet.

“Oh Karling!” Dad moaned, throwing an arm over his eyes. “You’re fucking good at this!”

She kept at it for a while, with half of her father’s hard branch impaled down to her pharynx, and then heaved it out of her slurping mouth. Five minutes had passed. His cock was now a yawning purplish red snake dripping saliva and pre-cum. Never dropping eye-contact, she released his cock and leaned back a little.

She removed her entire nightgown over her head, exposing her entire nakedness, and dropped it on the carpet. Dad made a quiet murmur of amusement. Her beautiful pair of breasts was the first thing her father noticed, its quarter-sized tits just begging to be suck on. Then his eyes fell on her well-developed stomach to her naval and, at last, to her private area. Something he hadn’t seen since the changing of the Diaper Year. The smell of her inner desire was starting to become a noticeable element.

“Damn, you ARE a babe,” he complimented, still breathing hard. His hardcore erection never seemed to wane.

“Awww, thank you.” She grasped his cock once again, giggled, feeling it throb in her fists. Then she overwhelmed him with a startling tongue rubdown. It was like licking a warm soft but hard dowel. And she did this with a professional procedure, lapping his balls and sticking his shaft with hard, careless lick. Then, seeing how wet and exhausted his pee-pee was, she leaned further, cupped her breasts, and enclosed them over his thick monstrous cock. Her rack was so drenched in sweat that it almost as if it had been oiled down. So the tittie-fucking process was going to be nice and smooth.

Performing this act, grinding her father’s pole between her breasts, Karling felt a taboo sense of realization at what she was doing to him. It was an irreversible act. She pulverized harder, pushing and squeezing her cleavages, a moan escaped her as she arched her back, blessing Dad with a tight rub. She heard him broke a muttering groan and relished the fact that she still had about twenty-three minutes. Despite his confidence, he wasn’t going to last.

His cock soared through her jugs high enough to touch her chin and she returned his helmet with a malicious kiss.

“I’m gonna fuck your titties,” Dad moaned. A quick stroke down and a sudden lurch surprised Karling with sexual delight. He bucked his hips again and grinded his cock between her ample breasts, which was being squeeze hard against it. It would have been a shocking scene to see a naked blonde girl on her knees and being breast-fucked by her own father’s twelve-inched member.

“You gonna cum yet, Mr. Cummings?” Karling teased, giggling.

“Fuck no.”

“No?” She heaved a sigh and sashayed his dick to an oppressing graze. Extra sample of pre-cum was oozing out and she licked a spoonful of it, savoring its sweet brackish taste. She couldn’t wait for an explosion of them to come out. And when it does, she’s going to abolish him to the bone, eating and licking all of her father’s seeds. “You’re almost there, aren’t you?”

He groaned as her tongue absorbed his shaft, licking all the primitive matters on the edge. “You got a long way to go, sweetheart.”

“Awww, I’m a sweetheart? Well, does a sweetheart do this? ” With his cock still etched between her globes, she inhaled and drove his helmet inside her mouth and forcing it beyond the point of the impossible, to the esophagus range. Groaning and pushing further, his entire member was being suck in until the nutsacks met her chin. He made a mistake by trying to hold his breath, then as his cock slowly came out, all of his breath exploded in a loud exhale. It was amazing to see he hadn’t cum yet. He was doing a fine job trying not to come.

“You’ve done this before, haven’t you?” he croaked.

“Twice but they never last longer than five minutes. Once I suck in their cock, they’ll be shooting their load down into my belly. I’m surprised you’re still with me. Didn’t you want to cum?”

“Yes, but I’ll cum when I feel like it.”

“No, I’ll make you cum. But can I do whatever I want?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m not going to give you a blowjob for a half-hour straight. I want to do something different. Something more challenging.” She pouted and then formed a mischievous smile as a clever idea came in her head. She stood before her father, nude and beautiful as a teenage supermodel can ever be, and hoped to Hell he was seeing her well-shaved beaver. “Can I do whatever I want?”

“Sure.” He swallowed, yet his cock still stood as high as Mt. Everest. “What do you have in mind?”

“You’ll see.”

The time was 10: 12. Eighteen maltepe escort more minutes until climax.

She leaned forward, gripping her hands on his broad shoulders, and straddled on Dad’s stomach, allowing his cock rest not INSIDE her but against her buttock. Her ass could feel it dangling, like a large, wet, hot pole, giving her a rush of exhilarating vibe.

“So, Dad, you want to fuck me?”

He smiled a fatherly smile and kissed her on the lips. It was a soft, sensuous kiss in which became extreme when Karling returned her father a hotter kiss, involving her tongue. She started mouthing and sucking his mouth with a primitive moan, probing long and vicious with a bit of a French finale. A reminder occurred to her when his cock bounced on the crack of her ass.

“You ready?” she asked but she was really asking herself because this was one giant she hadn’t experience yet.

“Let’s do it.”

“Yeah.” Nervously biting the bottom of her mouth, she heaved herself high above his stomach, lifting her curvy buns twelve inches in the air, and then drifted over the waiting head of her father’s grotesque manhood. She felt the head bopped between her thighs, tickling her pussyhair with thrill-like sensation, and dropped her weight a little. Although it was touching her vagina, the cranium hadn’t even gone inside her at all yet.

“Careful, sweetheart.”

“Thanks for the advise, Dad,” she muttered sarcastically.

He heard her sarcasm. “But you don’t have do this.”

“But you don’t understand, I want to do this. Not just for me, but for you. Because I know you want to do this, too.”

Before a paternal protest could come from him, she pressed down and felt the hard-boiling wet edge of his cock pricked inside her rim. Dad tensed, and it seemed his cock tensed, therefore making it harder and bigger. She uttered a gasping moan, shuddered, feeling that head wedged through her wet ring, and held onto her father’s shoulder as she delivered. More flesh grazed inside her vaginal hole and Karling, unable to bear such an overfullfilled stuffing, sunk her teeth onto her father’s neck in such wave of pain. She cried louder as his member wrenched her cunt apart, pushing and thrusting down until she felt as if the WHOLE WOLRD was swallowed inside her.

“Oh, God, what a fucking rush!” she cried, breathing through a layer of sweat. Soft tears almost filled her eyes but she managed to hide it.

“Jesus, you’re feel so hot and goddamned tight inside.”

“That’s because I have a hot for you, Daddy. That’s me trying to tell you how much I love you.”

He looked at her in the eyes and favored her with a passionate kiss. “I love you, too, darling,” he said.

She almost forgot about the countdown. The clock was saying 10: 18.

What she did was as unbelievable as a Guinness World Record act. Blonde hair drooping over her face, she raised her weight in the air, drawing and skewering his cock through eleven inches of searing warm vagina and paused just when his head remained at the base of her red-lipped enclosure. Then she barraged her ass down, infringing her entire inner muscles and breaking the dam that once was, and screamed.

“OH SHIT!” Mr. Cummings howled.

She managed to fuck him again in a twisted and long stroke, uplifting her ass high to the ceiling and then dropping like a bomb, bringing a dazzle of intense pleasure for the both of them.

“YEAH, GOD, I LOVE YOUR COCK! IT feeeels SO GOOD!”

“Oh, yeah, fuck me, you beautiful whore.”

“Is that what I am now, Daddy? Your beautiful whore?”

“If your mother sees us like this, we’re dead meat.”

“Maybe, but isn’t this worth the risk?” She wrenched her cunt and uttered a squeal of delight as his cock penetrated deeper inside her, bursting the wall beyond it. “OH, YES! YES! That’s the spot! That’s the spot!”

There was a look on her father’s face that she hadn’t quite seen before; it was in his fixed eyes. It was an expression of suppressed animal lust and insanity. Then she realized what she had done – she created her own sex monster.

The time was 10: 23 when her father snapped.

He grabbed her from the hair, cock still jammed far in her womb, and spun her around against the mattress of the couch. She squealed, surprised as well as scared, and realized she was being pinned down face-to-face with her father hunger-driven face. Both of her legs were thrown eagle-spread wide, sticking out over his shoulders, and both of her arms were helplessly detained under his overpowering weight.

Then he gave her a fuck she could ever imagine.

Pumping in and out, out and in, keeping a stroke that was intense and rough, she began to pant vigorously, moaning his name as his oversized cock propelled into the deepest region of her vagina. She felt something ripped in there and yelled, “Oh, YOU FUCKING BASTAAAARRRRRD!”

“Say you’re a fucking slut!” he shouted.

She looked at him, bewildered, yet turned on ever so more.

“Say you’re a fucking slut!” He pushed further, screaming as he did this.

“Ahh! Yes, okay, I’m your fucking slut!” She narrowed her eyes at him and groaned. “You like fucking your little girl, huh, Daddy? You like to see me being raped by your ugly dick, you cocksucking bastard? Oh, yes, fuck your little girl, baby, fuck her GOOOOOOD!”

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By MoonWolf and Thor’s Hammer

* * * * *

Moon has been around the block a few times. So many times that most men bore her. She was interested in finding someone that could add some excitement into her life.

She decides to venture out one night to cure her boredom. Money is no object, as she has all she could desire. What she needed was a man that was confident in his manhood, and would act, not play. She wasn’t a player. When she decided She wanted something, she got it.

Tonight she needed a good fuck. No games, no pretentious bullshit, but a good long hard fuck. Her pussy was wet and ready for action. She needed someone to comply.

She walked into the nightclub with the confidence of a goddess. Her sleek 5’7″ slender frame oozed with grace. A poor young male pup blocked her from her goal of a nice delicious cocktail with some mundane remark she half heard:

“I’ve never seen you here before. What’s your name?”

“None of your business. Excuse me, but I believe you are blocking my path.” Moon replies, cutting him to the quick. The poor male child recoils with her words, and opens the pathway to her destiny.

There, leaning against the bar is a magnificent example of maleness. Early 50’s, a hint of gray at the temples, piercing blue eyes, tall, dark-haired, black leather jacket and jeans with an air of confidence, he sits drinking a Weissbier. The music in the air demands attention with its subtle beat. Moon orders her Guinness. Taking a sip, she hopes he is worthy of her attentions.

“Another dull night; well, maybe not,” he thinks, as he lets his eyes run over the woman who just strolled in. He was amused at the by-play with the young guy. His dick must have shriveled up.

She scans the rest of the place, and decides she has already found the best spot – at the bar, near the gorgeous man she intends to seek, and with a view of the stage, where a regional blues band is chugging out a great shuffle.

Secure in the knowledge that he is attractive to women, he lets his eyes slowly travel over her body, sensuously, knowing that she is feeling the electricity. He turns away and thinks, ‘Lets see what happens.’

Moon felt his eyes slide up and down her figure. Her short black skirt trimmed with red showed off her long tan legs, and her large breasts pressed against the silky red fabric. Was it suddenly warm in here, or was that just her? She decided to take off her short matching jacket just in case. The spaghetti strap top wouldn’t leave much to the imagination.

She leaned against the bar facing the stage in front of her. He wasn’t far away – she caught a whiff of his cologne. Closing her eyes, she let the music and the atmosphere take her away a moment. The front door opened, as new patrons entered, and a nice cool breeze from the night air brushed past her. She could feel her nipples hardening. Her mind began to wander into a fantasy about the handsome man with piercing blue eyes, when an abrupt male voice interrupted her thoughts.

“Hey, baby, you busy tonight?”

Moon glances at the intruder’s hand and notices a marriage band. She rolls her eyes. ‘Jeez,’ she thinks, ‘if it isn’t for young male pups and married men, what would I do? ‘

“I’m sorry, you are too busy for me. And I’m NOT your baby. Do you mind?” She turns her back on the intruder, and moves closer to Thor, away from him. Taking another drink of her beer, she finds herself brushing up against him slightly. Oh, that felt so delightful. She turned her head towards him, and said,

“Excuse me, do you mind if I sit here?” She indicates the empty stool beside him.

Taking her hand, smiling, his eyes twinkling, he replies, “These seats are not worthy of you. Lets see, I think I shall call you Moon, you outshine the stars…and I’m Thor.” She smiles at his assertion.

“Very pleased to meet you, Thor.” She purrs sensually. ‘Yes,’ she thinks, ‘this fine specimen of maleness has my motor running.’

Her full breasts straining against the material of her blouse are intriguing indeed. When she ataşehir escort bent over slightly to put her beer on the bar, his eyes were treated to eye candy – and she knows exactly what she is doing. A wave of excitement coursed through his veins. Tightening his grip on her hand, they walk toward a booth in the corner – a reserved sign barely visible in the soft light of the club. Ushering her to a seat, he picks up the sign and places it on a shelf behind the booth. She is impressed. He is no chance patron. As a waitress scurries toward them, he answers her unspoken question,

“Yes, this is my club. Welcome to Hedonism IV, Moon.” He watches her eyes, scanning the decor, and drifting to the stage where a performance is about to begin.

“Well, Thor.” She says turning back to him. “Looks like you are doing quite well for yourself. I like the name. Hedonism. Precisely what I set out in search for this evening.”

She watches for his reaction in a seductive manner. Not only is this man quite pleasing to the eyes, his rogue demeanor is exciting. She takes a sip from her drink, and slips a bit closer to him. She wants to experience his entire essence of rogue virility.

“Ummmm” she utters under her breath. She feels her nipples harden more in the cool breeze this table is privy to. She suddenly wishes they were totally alone, and closes her eyes to imagine it. Does she really want to be alone, or would a sexual encounter right here and now be even better. Why wait?

Moon wasn’t accustomed to such attentions. She’d never really been into voyeurism, on either side. But the idea of his delicious hard cock sliding into her pussy right now, in the middle of this establishment turned her on more than any thought right now.

She knew if he made the right moves, she would not resist. She settled her head into his strong shoulders to await the rest of her evening.

As one of his wait staff steps to the table, Moon wriggles sexily against his hip and places her head on his shoulder. As Nancy (the waitress) steps to the booth, he drops his right hand to Moon’s thigh and, with one finger, touches her knee. The tablecloth hides his hand from the room. Her short skirt has ridden up her legs; his finger finds bare, warm flesh. Another little wiggle rewards his finger. Inwardly grinning, he says,

” Moon, Nancy is ready for your order. And I, of course, am also at your service.”

His fingertip brushes Moon’s inner thighs; very slowly touching, first one, then the other. With a muted roll of drums, the show is about to begin.

“Hi Nancy. I’ll have another Guinness, please.” Moon says, as she picks up her drink and swallows the last of it. She hands the empty bottle to her, and places her left hand on top of Thor’s right hand and squeezes it slightly. Moon parts her legs a bit, which causes her short skirt to ride up even higher, exposing more of her inner thighs.

His hand moves higher up her thigh, and a slight moan escapes under her breath. She feels wetness between her legs, and knows her panties must be soaked already. She is pleased this booth is secluded and darkened. She moves her hand and places it on his thigh, massaging it.

Responding to her hand on his – the promise exciting – his fingers slide higher, very slowly touching, teasing. As she wiggles, his fingers brush her panty clad slit. They become slick – ‘Damn, she is wet already, and that hand on my thigh is causing other things to come up,’ he thinks. Slipping a finger into her panties, he slides it slowly along her puffy lips – always slow, teasing her a bit.

Nancy returns with the Guinness and asks, “Will there be anything else sir?” He suspects that she knows exactly what is going on. “No, Nancy, but check back later, please.”

He is secretly enjoying Moon’s attempts to present a calm demeanor to Nancy, while his finger teases her pussy lips. She slides her hand higher and begins massaging Thor’s growing hardness through his jeans. The seat must be wet…she is really soaked. Thor thinks, ‘I love a woman who knows what kadıköy escort bayan she wants and is comfortable with her own sexuality.’ As Nancy turns her back, his finger slips easily into Moon’s hot center; and he begins to slowly slide it in and out. She squeezes him slightly, as his finger slips into her. She matches his pace, as he slowly moves in and out. She widens her legs further, giving him better access.

“Hmmmmm, my dear Thor, but you do get down to business, don’t you?” She purrs. “I have such an ache, and you have found the way to relieve it.” She lowers her hand to massage his balls. She feels him stiffen more.

“Feels a bit tight there, let me help you.” She reaches up and unbuckles his belt, unzips his jeans, and reaches in to caress him.

The dim light and the secluded location of the booth cloak them. No staff member would ever intrude. Leaning over as they play with each other, his lips touch hers – sparks fly as tongues begin to duel, engaging in the dance of lovers. She is swept up in the wild passionate kiss that ensues. Hooking her panties with his fingers, he slips them off as she lifts her hips to help. Her body feels on fire, as they explore each other’s flesh. The elimination of her panties gives her a freedom to display her sexuality without restraint. Breaking the kiss, he lets his lips feast on the creamy swell of her full breasts – one, the other. She takes a deep breath, and throws back her head, as his delicious lips draw her breasts into his sensuous mouth. Under her skirt his fingers glide over her lips – puffy and engorged. She feels a deep throbbing. The scent of her arousal is an aphrodisiac. Never before has she been lifted to such heights of erotic desire.

Her arousal is obvious. She is ready for him. She wants him deep inside. Sliding down her body, he prolongs the exquisite sexual tension. In the dim booth, his head dips below the table; his knees on the floor. She wraps her arms around his head. Pushing her skirt higher, her creamy legs spread even more as his fingers probe her inner depths. She thrusts her wet slit into his fingers, trying to impale herself. She needs more, her body tells his.

Flattening his tongue, he begins to lick…long, slow licks from her ass – up…up…along her dripping slit, to her hard mound. His tongue dances on her clit as his fingers slip in and out of her pussy. Her juices are smearing his face. She places her hands upon Thor’s head. Opening his mouth wide; her hard little nub sucked deep into his mouth as he fingers fuck her faster and faster.

An orgasm is building from deep within, and she leans back against the seat of the booth relishing the attentions. She begins to rotate her hips, setting a pace for maximum effect.

Suddenly, she can contain it no longer. It is difficult to remain quiet, she wants to scream out as the orgasm washes over her. She manages barely, but it feels stifling. As the first wave of orgasm hits, her entire body stiffens, and her legs grip Thor’s head. A second wave hits, and her hips buck off the seat. She was bucking – peak after peak. Her thighs press his head closer, almost crushing his skull. She continues to thrash around as wave after intense wave hits her body. Thor is just barely able to remain within her writhing flesh.

Finally, the waves begin to subside, and she releases her grip on Thor’s head, her body going limp. She rotated her hips slightly, still feeling Thor’s fingers inside. A slight groan escaped her lips. Her release was beyond wild… he wants her, but the anticipation is so exciting…

Her hands, still on Thor’s head, gently pull him up the length of her body. She wants to taste her juices on his lips and tongue. Sliding his fingers out of her, the tips brush along her slick slit, eliciting yet another muffled moan as they brush her clit. He trails little kisses over her partially clad body. She is overly sensitive to his touch, and shivers with each small kiss, creating goose bumps all over her body. Brushing her lips with his, He whispers,

“Moon, you escort maltepe are a dream come true. And the evening has but yet begun.” She smells her sex as his lips brushes hers, savors the muskiness as his tongue probes her mouth. The weight of his body over hers is exciting. She is oblivious to her surroundings. As he slips his tongue between her lips, her musky taste still in his mouth, he cups one full breast; teasing the still erect nipple with his palm. Her nipples are quite erect, hard as marbles, as he takes one breast into his hand.

Their kiss is deep and passionate. She wraps her arms tightly around his neck, pulling him as close to her body as she can. Pressing her hips to him, she wants his hardness buried in her wet oscillating cavity.

Sliding off her body, lips still sinuously caressing each other’s, his arms around her, he urges her onto his lap, facing him. Straddling his lap, her wet juices pressed against his hardness, still partially hidden in his clothing. His throbbing cock is as hard as granite. Their lips remain locked in a most passionate kiss. They are unaware of anything except this moment; their two bodies. Clothes are in disarray. The club does not exist. The whole world has become compressed into this one place.

Breaking the kiss, his voice sounds surreal to him, almost disembodied as he says, “Moon, Moon, Moon,” repeating her name over and over. His hips are grinding against hers in the age-old dance. Rising slightly, she pushes his clothing away to free his throbbing member. Wrapping her hand around the base of his cock, she strokes it a few times, rubbing her wet pussy against it. In one liquid movement, she rises and impales herself. Her wet pussy swallows him in one fluid motion. She takes it to the hilt.

A moan escapes her lips as he enters. She leans into his chest, brushing her sensitive nipples against him. Slowly she begins a sensual motion as she rides up and down – impervious to the club. She finds his mouth again and wraps her lips around his lower lip. Her tongue darts out and follows his lip line all around, before plunging into his waiting mouth. He responds, sucking it greedily. All the while they move in perfect harmony, as if they were old lovers.

Slipping his hands to her curvy ass, he cups, caresses, strokes, and pulls her closer. Arching his back as she slides up, he ram my hips forward, impaling her on his shaft. She rubs her breasts against his chest, mewing like an animal in heat. Their hips circle as they move; grinding their pubic areas together on each stroke.

As he slams into her pussy again, she feels the pulsation of a deep vaginal climax at hand. She can remain quiet no longer, and she flings her head back with her hand over my mouth trying to muffle the sound of her cry. Her vaginal muscles spasm around his cock, as though trying to milk his seed.

Her muscles squeezing his cock pulls his trigger again. ‘This woman is incredible.’ He thinks. His strength seems superhuman. Each thrust slams her into the air, his hands pulling her back onto his cock. He explodes. Sweat pouring off their bodies, his cum unleashed inside her, he moans,

“ohhhh….god, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

She feels his release and collapses on top of him, drenched in sweat, clothes in disarray, breathing heavily. His member is still inside, spasming occasionally as she feels him beginning to soften.

She slides off his lap on the seat next to him, and straightens her clothing. Looking around the club, she wonders if anyone noticed their performance, or whether all eyes were locked on the production onstage. She leans into Thor, still sensitive, sex still pungent in the air.

“Mmmmmmm, that was nice.” she purrs.

Resting his hand on the back of Moon’s neck, he pulls her gently toward him. A soft kiss ensues; another and another as his hand ruffles the hair at the back of her neck.

“That was more than nice,” he responds, “that made the Earth move.” Laughing as he delivers the hackneyed old line he says, “Where have you been all my life?”

Pulling his clothing back in place, relatively speaking, he slides back in the booth – cradling Moon in the crook of his arm – and watches the performers on stage.

She smiles at his words.

“I was thinking the same thing.” She simply states, snuggling into his arm comfortably.

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