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I dressed quickly and headed downstairs. I walked into the kitchen, I felt hungrier than I had for a long time, and straight into Belinda drinking a cup of coffee.

“Good morning Michael.” She said.

“Morning Belinda How are you?” I replied.

“I’m very good thank you.” She said with a slightly mischievous grin. “What are your plans for today?”

“Just thought I would go into town and look for work as usual.” I sighed.

“Something will come up soon I’m sure of it.”

“I hope so I really need to get some money.”

“Well good luck I am off out as well. I need to go and sort something at the office.”

With that she put her cup in the sink and headed out of the door. Grabbing a bowl of cereal I just hoped she was right. It was true I did need money, I was sick of being the only one in the house that had to rely on handouts, and I wanted to be able to find a girlfriend of my own. Even though the night with Belinda had been a wondrous experience I guessed that it was just a one off, especially as she had spoken as though nothing had happened.

Finishing my breakfast I washed the few pots that were in the sink, someone had to as Claire and Suzie were both to idle, and headed out of the house. Taking a slow walk I wondered what dad would ever say if he found out I had fucked his wife, he wouldn’t be happy, even though he was fucking Claire. For all I knew he had been at it with Suzie as well. That would top everything off if he was doing both sisters, what with Suzie’s thinly veiled threats towards me and the fact his wife had come on to me.

Instead of going to find work I first went and just sat in the town centre, watching all the people going about their business, trying to clear my head. The trouble was the more I tried to shake the thoughts, more outlandish thoughts replaced them. I started to wonder if all three of the women actually knew what was going. Did Belinda know about dad and Claire? Did she know how manipulative Suzie was? Was this something they had done before meeting my dad? Did Belinda only go with men that had older sons? Getting up I realised that I was being stupid, my mind working in overdrive, and headed towards the job centre.

The job was the most important thing at the minute, and I was determined to go home with one, I would do anything. Typically the job centre was full of people in the same situation as me and there weren’t a lot of jobs on offer, as usual, but escort kartal I walked out with a handful of application forms. I had done better than normal, usually I walked out empty handed, so I headed back towards home to get the forms filled in and handed back. With an empty house I should get them all done and returned before the day was over, and then it was just a case of waiting.

As soon as I arrived back at home I checked every room. I wanted to be absolutely sure that I was the only one there; I didn’t need any distractions at all. Once I was happy I was alone I grabbed a drink from the fridge and headed to my room. I saw it as soon as I entered my room, an envelope lying on my pillow. I shut the door and walked over to the bed. The envelope was blank, at least if it had been written on I would know who had left it before opening it, and I picked it up. After holding it for a minute or two I opened it.

It was from Belinda. She had thanked me for the previous night, for making her feel like a woman again, and said she was convinced that my dad was having an affair. I felt a slight pang of guilt, as I knew she was right, and carried on reading. She said she had even considered walking away and even looked at apartments, but didn’t want to be alone again with the two girls. If only she knew that one of them wouldn’t have gone, even if she had, would break her heart.

I threw the letter on to the bed and looked at the application forms. I knew they needed filling in but the contents of the letter had clouded my thinking. I couldn’t believe that dad was going to throw his marriage away because of Claire. He had a good woman in Belinda and Claire would be off as soon as she found someone her own age. I picked the letter up again, put it back in the envelope, and placed it under my mattress. I would get rid of it next time I left the house; it wouldn’t be good for anybody to see it especially in this house.

I picked up the first application form and began filling it in. The form was pretty straightforward but then I came to the part I always hated, previous experience. Never having had a job I had no previous experience, but how the fuck did I get experience until I had held at least one job. It was a vicious circle that I hated but couldn’t avoid. There had been many times I had given up forms at this point, normally I just screwed them up, and threw them in the bin.

With my mind fixed intently on getting maltepe escort the form filled in correctly I didn’t hear my door open and close. I filled in the rest of the form and pushed it to one side, I would just have to explain why one section was blank. Reaching behind me for the next form I jumped as my hand was grabbed. Shocked I turned to see who was there and got an even greater shock when I saw it was Belinda.

“Hi Michael what are you up to?” She asked.

“Filling in job applications I managed to get a few today.” I replied.

“That’s good how are you getting on?”

“I’ve done one and still got more to do.”

As we were talking I noticed Belinda’s eyes looking me up and down. I could feel myself starting to blush as her eyes lingered just a little too long at my groin area, as well as the first twinges of my cock stiffening. I glanced out of the window trying to think of anything, except the previous night, only for Belinda to reach and turn my face back to her. As our faces came level she leaned forward and gently, at first, placed a kiss against my lips. Unable to resist I reached behind her neck and kissed her back, harder, our tongues probing each other’s mouths greedily.

I assumed Belinda knew there was nobody else in the house and we quickly tore each other’s clothes off, throwing them to the floor, our lips never separating. We were naked within seconds and as soon as we were Belinda pushed me back on to the bed, gripped my cock, and began to wank me. As her hand worked on my cock I ran my hands over her tits, playing with her rock hard nipples, before lifting my head and sucking on them greedily.

After only a couple of minutes Belinda let my cock drop from her grasp and climbed over me. Lowering her pussy towards my face she deftly flicked at the tip of my cock before taking the full length to the back of her throat, as my tongue probed for her inner wetness. Belinda’s head bobbed up and down at speed and I had to stop myself from cumming more than once, but I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold back a lot longer. I guessed Belinda knew the same and stopped sucking me, flicking at the end of my cock once more, before she turned and positioned my cock against the opening of her pussy.

Slowly she lowered herself on to my cock, throwing her head back as she did so, and started to rock her hips back and forward slowly. Reaching forward I began to massage her tits as her movements pendik escort bayan got quicker and more urgent. Unable to contain myself any longer I lifted my ass off the bed, forcing my cock as far into her as it would go, and released my first stream of cum into her. We both let out a load groan as cum pumped from the end of my cock into her, filling her until I could cum no more. I sat up and held her, still deep inside her pussy, as our juices started to leak out and down the sides of my cock.

We sat like that and rested our heads together, gently kissing, when the door to my bedroom burst open.

“Michael! Mum! What the fuck is going on?”

Shocked we turned to face the door, still joined together. Standing there with a look of horror on her face stood Suzie. Quickly we pulled apart and Belinda grabbed the bed covers to cover her nakedness. I grabbed at a pillow with my semi erect cock swinging between my legs, as Suzie’s eyes kept darting from Belinda and me.

“I don’t fucking believe this.” Suzie screamed.

“Who the fuck are you shouting at young lady?” Belinda bellowed back.

“You are married to his fucking dad.” Suzie was almost in tears. “Isn’t one man enough?”

I sat there as the two of them continued screaming at each other, unsure what to say. Suzie and her mum traded screams for a good few minutes before, forgetting about my nakedness, I got off the bed and grabbed my trousers.

“I’ll leave you two to sort this out.” I said walking out of the room.

“This isn’t finished between us.” Suzie hissed as I passed her.

I went to the bathroom and shut the door, still listening, as the women continued to throw abuse at each other. I sat on the floor, my back holding he door closed, and listened as the screaming slowly stopped. I could hear Belinda explaining to Suzie everything she had told me about my dad and her suspicions. The two women then both started to sob and I heard them walk down the landing, past the bathroom, and breathed a sigh of relief. At least Suzie hadn’t said anything to her mum about me watching her masturbate or catching me wanking.

Opening the door slowly I looked to make sure they had gone and then crept back to my room and shut the door. I walked over to the bed and was about to sit down when I saw the stains from our fucking. I stripped the bed and threw the sheets into the corner, getting some new ones from the wardrobe, and began to make it again. I couldn’t believe that Suzie had caught us together and after everything that had gone before I knew that Suzie was going to hold this over me for a long time. All I could do was wait and see what she had planned, and as it turned out I didn’t have long to wait.

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Let me start by introducing myself. My name is Drew and I am 23 years old. I live in Atlanta, Georgia in a one-bedroom apartment. I have two sisters, Lisa, who is 20 and Carmen, who is 18. My story begins when my sisters decide to move to Atlanta with me to find their fortunes. We come from a small town in Virginia so a move to the big city is a big deal, and I was as excited to have relative nearby, as my sisters were to be moving here.

The day of the move finally arrived and I spent the day anxiously watching the street for their cars. They pulled up in separate vehicles and were both beaming with excitement. Both girls had huge grins that made their faces seem beautiful. Don’t get me wrong, I thought that both of my sisters were pretty and had even eyed them in the past. They jumped out of the cars and ran to the door of my apartment and we all nearly jumped with glee and happiness. I led my sisters into the apartment and we began the daunting tasks of rearranging things to accommodate their belongings, and tried to work out the sleeping arrangements. I finally offered up my king sized bed to Carmen and Lisa, thinking that I would take the couch. Total nonsense according to Lisa, as they had bought blow up mattresses and would not be taking my bed. That worked out, we began to get ready for the evening. I had plans to show my sisters the big city.

When Carmen and Lisa came out of my bedroom dressed for the evening, I realized how much they had grown since our last get together. Maybe I had never noticed before but both girls were incredible young women now. Lisa has dirty blonde hair, hazel eyes, stands 5’6″ and was wearing an ensemble that made me think thoughts a brother shouldn’t have about his sister. A transparent top that showed off her under wire bra and breasts nicely, a mini skirt that enhanced her legs, and stripy summer sandals that showed off her perfectly pedicured toes made up Lisa’s outfit for the evening. Carmen was a lot less flashy, wearing a silk ankle length skirt, a cotton t-shirt that strained against her breasts, and Carmen also had perfectly pedicured feet that were encased in minimal sandals.

We set out to see the big city. I took the girls out to dinner first at a restaurant in Virginia Highlands, then on to Buckhead to play in the bars. Our choices were limited due to Carmen’s age, but the only thing that mattered to me was that I was spending time with my family. It was strange to see my sisters being hit on and I had to reign in my protective feelings, realizing that they could handle themselves. We all had a fantastic time and headed back to the apartment at about midnight. Lisa was a little intoxicated and was giggling all the way back to the apartment. Carmen rode in the backseat and soon started giggling to herself as well. I chalked it up to the infectious giggling that came from the front seat.

At last we arrived at the apartment and Lisa dug out a bottle of vodka from her bags, poured us all drinks and we sat down to reminisce. Both girls sat on the couch and propped their now bare feet on the coffee table and I sat in the chair across from them in a recliner. Having a foot fetish, my eyes kept straying to the delectable soles on display like a buffet. Let me make it clear that my staring at their soles was a habit formed from the years looking at the feet of beautiful girls and not sexually motivated in any way.

After several mixed drinks and a couple of hours had gone by Carmen suggested that the three of us play a game. Well I didn’t have any board games or even a deck of cards so Lisa and Carmen started playing paper, scissors, and rock while I watched with quite a buzz due to the alcohol. My eyes kept playing over their feet and legs as they contorted into different positions while playing the game. Soon tiring of the juvenile game, Lisa suggested a more adult game. Both Carmen and I expected a drinking game so you can imagine the shock that registered on our faces when Lisa suggested Truth or Dare.

I was dumbfounded even more when Carmen, after her shock, excitedly agreed. I had played Truth or Dare as a kid and never with my sisters. My mind reeled at what was happening. Even though I never expected anything sexual to happen, I agreed knowing that I would learn a few secrets about my sisters. Lisa went first since she had come up with the idea and Carmen was her first victim. Carmen picked truth, of course, and was asked about the state of her virginity.

“I lost my virginity at 16 with Buck McClintock,” she stated. That revelation floored me as I had went to school with his older brother and had never thought of Buck as grown up. Carmen picked Lisa next and the room got deathly quiet when Lisa picked a dare.

“O.K. Lisa,” Carmen said, I want you to stand up and do a mock strip tease. Dance like you would if you were a stripper.”

Lisa stood up and went to the stereo and put on a light jazz station. She started a slow bump and grind and slowly inched her mini up her butt. I saw with blurred vision that my sister wore a thong. She has a marvelous butt and I started to think of my sister in a whole new light. Lisa’s next move was to proceed over to the recliner where I sat and started to dance escort kartal exclusively for me. I enjoyed every minute of the three minute strip tease and secretly wished that she had went further than pulling up her skirt. Now it was Lisa’s turn and she picked me.

With my heart racing and my palms becoming sweaty, I picked dare. I couldn’t let my sisters think of me as chicken. Lisa floored me with her request.

“Drew,” Lisa said, “after dancing all night, my feet hurt really bad and I’m sure Carmen’s do too. I want you to come over here and give us both a relaxing foot massage.”

It seemed like such a simple request as I sat on the floor at their feet and took Lisa’s feet into my hands. Carmen placed her feet on my lap to await her turn and her feet were inches from my dick. I kept telling myself that these were my sisters as I began to rub their feet. I alternated between the girls and culd tell they were enjoying themselves by the moans coming from their throats. After a few minutes, Lisa happened to brush her foot across my crotch. I panicked, knowing that she felt my erection. No reaction from her after a while led me to believe that she had missed my obvious excitement.

“We can continue the game while Drew rubs our feet, can’t we?” Carmen asked.

“Of course we can,” Lisa said, “in fact it’s Drew’s turn.”

“Carmen,” I said, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she stated with a challenging look on her face. I stepped up to the challenge by daring her to remove her top and bra for the remainder of the game. Lisa didn’t bat an eye as she removed both items. Carmen giggled at our bravado and my penis stirred in my pants once more. Lisa was now up and I worried about any revenge she might extract for my last dare. My worry was misplaced as Lisa now challenged Carmen.

“Dare,” Carmen said huskily and I wondered if the alcohol was getting to her.

“I want you to take off all your clothes and leave them off for the rest of the game,” Lisa said. Suddenly the stakes went higher and I wanted to call off the game. I didn’t though because I knew that we would not go far. After all we were related!

Carmen stood up and removed her silk skirt first and Lisa and I realized that Carmen wasn’t wearing any panties. She swayed seductively in front of me an I stared at her pussy blatantly. Her lips were puffy and she had no hair on her pussy at all. I became even more aroused as she removed her top and bra. Her breasts were on the small side, I would guess a 32-B, and were slightly upturned. Her nipples were bright pink and erect either from the excitement of what we were doing or the cool air circulating in the apartment. She sat back down and replaced her feet in my lap and I continued giving her the foot massage. Every time I rubbed her arch, she would moan appreciatively. It was now Carmen’s turn and she was the only one naked. I could just imagine the damage she was about to inflict on her sister or me.

“Drew,” Carmen barely spoke, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,” I challenged. This could get real interesting real quick.

“I want you to continue with the wonderful foot massage you have been giving us,” she stated.

Well this seemed like I was getting off easy, until she added a stipulation.

“You have to continue the foot massage, but you can’t use your hands. I want you to massage our feet with your tongue,” she stated. Lisa almost spit out the vodka and orange juice she had just sipped, and then burst out laughing. I was shocked, to say the least and was worried that my sister knew about my foot fetish.

“What a wonderful idea sis,” Lisa said, “by the way he’s been checking out our tootsies, I’ll bet he’s going to love this.”

I know I turned every shade of red in the book as I realized that Lisa knew about my fetish. I was also worried about the sexual feelings I was starting to have now that I would be allowed to indulge in my favorite sexual activity with my own sisters.

“You can start with me since it is my idea,” Carmen told me. I reached into my own lap and took her left foot in my hand. I knew the rules and did not rub her foot in any way but brought her foot closer to my face. I could see every line on her sole as I examined my prize and could even see the tiniest traces of dirt where she had worn her sandals for the evening. Her foot looked to be a size 7 and her nails were done to perfection with a mint colored polish on her toes. I slowly and teasingly brought her foot closer and closer to my lips and tried to steady my hands as I was about to give into a bout of trembling.

I stuck out my tongue and both of my sisters drew in their breath. I think Lisa was just as excited as either Carmen or me and she was just watching. I slowly let my tongue trace a path along Carmen’s arch, as this seemed to be a sensitive spot. Carmen moaned and instructed me to press my tongue harder into her arch. I did so with amazing results. Carmen moaned loudly and raised her buttocks off of the couch ever so slightly. Attentively I traced the ball of her foot and up to her toes. The sensation was incredible. I felt the charge in the room as I stuck my tongue between her baby and forth toe. I sucked her maltepe escort last two toes into my mouth and gently tugged on the bottoms of her toes with my tongue. I heard Carmen moan loudly again and realized that I was quickly losing control myself. I shut my eyes and continued along the path of her toes. The slight pungent smell went strait to my brain and set off a buzzing. Her toes tasted incredible and my straining erection grew even larger as I continued to suck in each and every toe.

Lisa decided to get into the act then by brushing her foot along my crotch again. Her toes danced on my erection and I reached out to grab her foot. She pulled away and reminded me of the dare’s rules: no hands. She raised her foot to my face and I now had two delectable feet inches from my eyes. Lisa’s toes were polished a deep burgundy and the pad along the ball of her foot was placed on my nose while I still sucked on Carmen’s toes. I had moved along her toes with incredible slowness and was now sucking and licking Carmen’s middle toe with abandon. I opened my eyes to discover that Carmen now had her legs spread and my sight was drawn to her shaved pussy and the juices starting to form on her thighs. Carmen’s nipples were fully erect and her breasts had swollen slightly, just as her pussy lips had swollen. I withdrew her middle toe from my mouth long enough to continue our game. After all, it was my turn and I now had plans for my younger sisters. The foot sucking had gotten to me and had broken any taboos I previously held about incest. We were three consenting adults, right? Now if Lisa would just consent to my next idea.

“Lisa,” I said, “truth or dare?”

“Dare,” she replied with a grin.

“I want you to take off your remaining clothes and straddle Carmen,” I told her. This would give me access to the bottoms of her feet while I worked on the tops of Carmen’s feet. Lisa stood up and removed her mini-skirt and I went back to work on Carmen, this time with her right foot. Lisa then removed her panties and I noticed with glee that she had also shaved all the hair off her puss. Her lips were larger than Carmen’s and her pussy was a deeper red. She placed her panties under my nose and I could smell her excitement and could see the damp spot in the center of her panties. Carmen opened her arms and Lisa straddled her. I was blessed with the sight of two pussies inches from each other. Lisa laid her head on Carmen’s shoulder.

I worked my way over Carmen’s toes and spent a long time on her middle and big toes. Carmen continued moaning and her juices kept flowing. It was a special experience and my mind was overwhelmed with what I was doing to my own sisters. If I kept a slow pace and worked both girls to a fever pitch, there was no telling where this episode might end up. I now hoped for a session in the bedroom with my sisters. Only an hour ago no such thought would’ve crossed my mind. Carmen was really getting into the scene now and her pussy swelled visibly. Several times while I stroked my tongue along her arch Carmen would reach down to touch herself but always stopped before actual contact between her hand and her pussy. Maybe the fact that her brother and sister were in the room kept her from openly masturbating.

I decided to switch partners and moved closer to the couch so I could reach Lisa’s feet. I could feel the heat coming from my sister’s bodies even though neither had moved an inch. They looked beautiful together and I kept glancing back and forth between my sisters, still surprised that things had gone this far. My tongue found Lisa’s left foot and I could smell the sweat from the night of dancing. Lisa sucked in her breath as my tongue traced the space under her toes. I nibbled on the balls of her feet and she really seemed to enjoy this action.

“Harder,” she requested, “bite my foot harder!”

I complied and increased the pressure steadily until she moaned out load.

“Yes, that’s it,” she said. “You can bite my toes as hard as you like also. Carmen, truth or dare?” she asked.

“Dare,” Carmen replied.

“I want you to bite my nipples. Bite them long and hard. Make them hurt for me. If you can make me cry out in pain, I will become your sexual slave for the remainder of the week.”

Carmen smiled and took one of Lisa’s nipples into her mouth, the right one I think. I continued to work on Lisa’s left foot, biting and chewing along the pads of her heel and ball. I took her big toe into my mouth and nibbled gently. Lisa wiggled her toe in my mouth impatiently and I knew that she wanted some more of the biting action. I withheld, hoping to bring her to a state of arousal that would allow me access to her body. Carmen bit down on Lisa’s nipple enough to illicit a response, however it was a moan, and not a cry of pain. Carmen switched breast and took Lisa’s other nipple between her teeth. Carmen bit down on the nipple in her mouth and once again Lisa moaned. I caught on that Lisa enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure and found this highly exciting. How I wished that I was the one biting on her nipples.

To make her happy, I started biting on Lisa’s big toe. She moaned even more. I decided it was time to switch pendik escort bayan feet again and moved over to Lisa’s right foot. Not wasting any time, I took her big toe into her mouth and bit down hard, I mean real hard. I wanted to cause Lisa the pain she desired. I wanted to be the one to make her cry out. It worked magically.

“Damn!” Lisa exclaimed with a little squeal. I did it. I made her yell out. I knew the deal that she had offered Carmen and hoped that the same deal applied to me.

“How about it sis? I made you yell out in pain. Do I get the same offer as Carmen?”

“Well…” Lisa thought out loud. “If I give myself over to you, you understand that it will be for sexual purposes only, right? I won’t be doing laundry or the dishes, o.k.?”

I readily agreed and saw the look that Carmen shot my way. She wasn’t happy, to say the least. I winked at her and thought to myself that I would soon have both of my sisters in a way a brother isn’t supposed to.

“First things first,” I said, “I need to get out of these clothes and I think Lisa should undress me.”

Lisa smiled and stood up. She reached for my hand and I gave it to her, excited by even this innocent touch. Lisa helped me to my feet and I looked down at Carmen and could see the impression left on her legs by Lisa when she straddled Carmen. Carmen rearranged herself to get more comfortable and Lisa removed my shirt. I took her head in my hand, wrapping her hair in my fingers, and forced her face to my chest. Instinctively, Lisa stuck out her tongue and flicked it across my nipple. My head drew back in pleasure and I held her there for a little longer. She continued to lick and suck my nipple as her hands found their way to the waistband of my pants. Gently she tugged on my trousers. I moved my hips slightly to give the pants freedom to come down my legs. I let go of Lisa’s hair and she stood upright. I was left in the middle of the floor in only my underwear with my two naked sisters ogling me. I felt fantastic. It was a sexual high like none I had never felt before.

I sat down on the sofa next to Carmen, leaving Lisa standing. Carmen moved closer to me and Lisa bent over to remove my briefs. Carmen glued her eyes to my crotch and I decided that now would be a good time to make my move on her. Lisa’s hands made contact with my waist as my hand made contact with Carmen’s breast. As Lisa tugged my briefs down, her hand made slight contact with my erection. My cock twitched at this unexpected contact. I pulled on Carmen’s nipple and watched with fascination as she arched her back and her eyes rolled up in her head. Carmen was so excited that I could have probably had my way with her right on the spot. I held back any advances I might have made because I had bigger plans for her and my other sister Lisa.

While I was intent on watching Carmen and was busy pulling on her nipple, Lisa had succeeded in pulling off my underwear. Now all three of us were completely naked. I had Lisa knell in front of Carmen and I on the floor. I instructed her to interweave her hands behind her head. The effects of this simple action on her tight body were incredible. Her breast pointed to one o’clock and her stomach tightened. I rubbed my hands down Carmen’s body, closer to her pussy. I couldn’t wait to actually touch the baldness between her legs. Lisa watched with lust and she and Carmen locked eyes for a few seconds. Slowly I worked my way down Carmen’s stomach. I made contact with the upper lip of her pussy and she drew in her breath. The sound excited me and I proceeded to go even lower. I reached the cleft of Carmen’s pussy and could feel the heat radiating from the depths of her. Lisa started to sway rhythmically back and forth. I knew that she was getting tired of the pose she was holding, so I decided to ease her pain.

“Lisa,” I said, “I want you to spread your legs a little further and put your hands down.” She did, however her legs weren’t far enough apart for me. “Spread your leg even more,” I commanded. “I want to see your pussy, I want to see inside of you, I want to see the cooze dripping down your legs.” Lisa flushed at this last statement and the thrill it gave me inspired me even more. This was going to be a great night!

The whole time I was giving Lisa her instructions, my hand played with Carmen’s pussy. The wetness of her twat was making my fingers slippery. Carmen was moaning and bucking against my hand. I refused to bring her any satisfaction, ignoring her pleas and kept away from her clit and the entrance to her depths. I laid my head on her left breast and flicked my tongue across her nipple. I sucked it into my mouth and tugged on it with my teeth. I sucked the areole gently, then bit down fiercely on it. Carmen thrashed her head and yipped out in pain, but made no effort to move from me or my teeth. I withdrew her nipple from her mouth and leaned up to kiss her. I found her mouth open and receptive and quickly our tongues entered into combat. I ran my tongue over every crook and crevice inside her mouth as hers tried to wrap hers around mine. I withdrew my mouth from hers and still hadn’t touched the areas of her pussy craving attention. I looked down at Lisa and noticed that she had laid down on the floor and was now furiously fingering herself. Motioning for Carmen to be quiet, we sat back to watch the show. Lisa was panting and moaning and I could tell that she was getting closer to orgasm, so I decided to establish the rules.

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It’s happening. The moment I have been thinking about and craving for over a month is upon me. I don’t know why this one is so special to me. It’s not like I’ve never met someone secretly to have sex. He’s not my first married one. But there’s something different here. Brad- I mean, Sam. Whatever- is a whole adventure in himself. I enjoy every second of conversation I have with him. He makes me think. He makes me work for what I want. As I drive to the hotel to meet him, I smile remembering the long, frustrating, but extremely enjoyable game we played until I figured out his real name. I chuckle when I think that, after all the hints he gave me, the word “tuxedo” is what finally pushed me to the answer. I have never loved google more than I did that day.

I should feel bad. I should think it’s wrong to sleep with another woman’s husband. I should feel even worse that I am cheating on my boyfriend of less than 48 hours. But I don’t. This game, as he calls it, is the most thrilling thing I have ever been a part of. The rush of adrenaline on the drives to meet, the secrecy, the lies to get away from other people. Having to be calculated and stealthy so you don’t get caught. I don’t know if I can ever give it up.

I make it to the hotel and check my email. He is 15 miles away. I am strangely nervous. Why? This is no different than what I just spent the last month doing. Actually, this is better. I know him. I trust him. Maybe that’s why. Maybe it’s performance anxiety.

After what seems like an eternity and no time at all, I see his truck pull up. I take a deep breath, check my hair in the mirror, and step out of the car to meet him. I start to form the thought that it’s been a while since I’ve seen him in person, but then I remember Tuesday and smile. Don’t tell him I still have the business card.

“Don’t you hate it when you’ve been driving and you get so stiff?” he asks as we walk to the hotel.

“That’s what happens when you get old.” I say it for myself. To remind me that not only is he married with three kids, he is also fifteen years older than me. And that’s just straight up hot.

He begins the check in process, which takes far too long in my opinion, especially since we are on camera and all I can think of escort kartal is something happening my father catching me. Poor Sam wouldn’t deserve the beating that he would receive. Finally, the clerk hands him the key and points us to our room. For a split second I wonder what he is thinking about us and then I realize that I really don’t care. I have never anticipated sex with a person as much as I am in this moment.

When we get to the room, I take my shoes off and he goes to the bathroom. All the while we’re having very light, playful, casual conversation. This is so different than every other time I’ve met someone at a hotel. It’s always been rushed. I never know what to say, since usually all I know about the guy is his first name. If that. He walks around to the side of the bed I’m on. I stand.

“Still nervous?” He’s touching me.

“Not…. Not really,” I stutter. It’s really happening. Why can’t I stop thinking that?

He kisses me. Runs his hands through my hair. His scent. God I wish I could put it into words. No, I wish I could bottle it. Every man needs his scent. We kiss as he gently pushes me onto the bed. I let myself sit, then lay back. He pulls my legs apart and lays on top of me. His lips move to my chest, my neck. I must have told him how much I love my neck being kissed. Did I? His hands are under my shirt, lifting it off of me. Shit. I forgot I was wearing the grandma bra. That’s so embarrassing. He doesn’t seem to notice, though. He moves down, kisses my belly. Usually I can’t handle that. It tickles too much. But he does it just gently enough for it to feel amazing. He kisses my lips for a little while longer, and then lifts me up. He starts taking off his shirt, and I help him. He unhooks my bra and my breasts fall loose. I lay back as his mouth explored more of my body. He takes a nipple into his mouth and I nearly moan. He sits up and pulls my panties off.

“Mmmm. Shaved.”

“Did that this morning,” I say breathlessly.

“I have wonderful timing.”

I chuckle.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” He asks huskily as his fingers part my other set of lips.

I nod.

He lifts me into a sitting position again. I look up at him and he nods down to his pants. maltepe escort I smirk and remove his belt, unbutton his pants (with a bit of effort), and pull them down. I can see it through the fly in his boxers. I need it. I pull those down as well, rub it for a few seconds, then take it into my mouth. He moans and runs his hands through my hair and down my back. I love the feeling of his hands on me.

He pushes me back down and is on top of me again. I can feel it pressed up against me and all of a sudden I want him in me more than I want anything in the world. But it looks like he’s going to make me wait a little longer. He kisses me more- my lips, my neck, my chest, my nipple. Finally, I hear him whisper something.

“What?” I ask.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asks a little louder.

“Yes.”

“I want you to say it.”

“Fuck me.”

And so he does. He is inside of me for the first time. I am a little surprised at how much he seems to be stretching me. It hurts a little. But only in the best way. I try to take in all of it. All I can think is, “Finally.” Finally he is close to me. Finally we are somewhere besides his truck. Finally I am doing the one thing I have been waiting to do for a month. Every aspect of this moment and our relationship makes this the best sex I have ever had. I’m panting. I stop breathing every once in a while, then loudly begin again. He sits up so he can have access to my clit.

Oh God. Don’t let it hurt. Please don’t let it hurt. To my surprise, it doesn’t. His thumb is rubbing me gently. It’s probably not possible for me to cum quite yet, but I’ll let him keep going. He doesn’t do it for too long, which is good. That’s when it starts hurting. We continue this cycle for a few minutes, then he needs to recharge. He lays back and I begin rubbing him. He asks me if I brought my Vaseline. Ah. So he didn’t forget. Damn. I go get it, then we take turns rubbing it on him to get him hard again. Now I’m starting to get nervous again.

“You don’t have to do it. I’m not going to force you.”

“No, it’s-“

He can sense the hesitation in my voice.

“If you want to try it, let’s do it. But if you don’t…”

“I want to try it.”

“Okay. Lay pendik escort bayan back down.”

I take a deep breath and lay down. I cover my face with my hands.

“This is going to feel weird.”

He rubs the Vaseline onto my hole. I’m trying to breathe. Remind myself that I trust him. That he’ll stop as soon as I tell him to.

After a few failed attempts and a conversation about calling my boyfriend while he’s fucking me, he is back over me. He goes in and out of the correct hole a few times, and then, with no warning, he’s there. Oh. My. God. Ow. Ow. Owowowowowow. No. Please.

“Okay. Okay, okay just relax. I won’t go any farther.” The look on my face must be portraying how I feel. I can’t get any words out of my mouth. I need it out of me. Now.

“Hey. Let it relax. You’re okay.”

I try. It’s impossible.

“No,” I mouth, shaking my head.

“Okay.” He takes it out of me and starts laughing. I do too, but mostly because it’s either laugh or cry at this point. Even though he’s back fucking me the right way, pain still radiates for about another minute. That was just not okay. I will never let anyone do that to me again. I don’t regret trying, because if I hadn’t I would have never known. But never again.

Now, back to what really feels good. He is still trying to get me to call my boyfriend. But even if I could make myself sound casual, I couldn’t think of a reason to call him. I didn’t have anything to tell him.

“Fine. If you don’t call him I will cum in you.”

Sweet deal. I’ve been waiting for his man’s cum to fill me for a very long time. And after about another minute, it does. I watch him as he climaxes, knowing that his sweet, sticky white juice is filling me. I love it. I don’t have to cum to be satisfied with what just happened. I just had sex with the man whose name I found out just over a week ago. The man that I don’t know if I see him in public.

After a quick shower to rinse off all of the Vaseline, we get back dressed and sit and talk for a minute. He’s still laughing at the look on my face when he stuck it in. I’m not quite to the point that I find it funny. But I’m glad he can enjoy it. And then it’s time for us to part ways. We exit the hotel, walk down the sidewalk, and then split apart.

“I would give you the hug and kiss, but…”

I look around. “Yeah, probably not the best idea, out in the open.”

And that is it. I get in my car, smiling. And all I can think about is how I can’t wait to do it again.

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I looked up and I saw a pair of feet under the heavy curtain at the door. ‘Oops!” I thought to myself that I forgot to shut the door. I hoped the owner of the feet would go away. To my surprised it did not happen.

“What is going on?” My wife asked in a not too happy tone as I stopped. She was under me and could not see the door.

“Nothing.” I lied not to alarm her.

She pushed her groan up and her soft and silky pussy muscles tightly gripped around my rod and she let me know in no uncertain way her intention, “Why have you stopped?”

I looked away from the door and took one of my wife’s beautiful nipples in my mouth and resumed fucking her pussy. It was one of those spontaneous fuck that we did not plan. It just happened. It was a Saturday and the maid was a no show. My father went out to play cards with his buddies. My beautiful and sexy wife Geeta was helping my mother with cooking.

During this cooking Geeta took a break and came to see if I needed anything in our up stair bedroom. I grabbed her and told her only thing I needed was her. I started kissing her passionately. She mockingly pushed me away and reminded me my mother was down stair.

“Don’t worry! All mothers know what married son and his wife do in their bedroom.” I tried to assure her and continued with my kissing and touching.

Before we knew it I was between my wife’s leg and was licking her delicious pussy. With my full cooperation she kept her pussy nicely trimmed. Except for a little triangle shaped V at the top, her pussy was bald. I loved to touch her bare sensitive flesh with my tongue. Her pussy was dripping with her juice. We both wanted a quick fuck before she returned to help mother again.

Geeta was now breathing heavily and pushing her torso upwards forcefully. Her pussy was convulsing tightly around my cock. She was showing all the signs of an impending orgasm.

I looked up and was very very surprised to see the feet were still there. Since there were only three of us in the house, you did not have to be a genius to figure out who was the owner of those feet. I was shocked as well as surprised to realize that my own mother was a Peeping Tom and was spying on us. I never thought this side of my mother ever existed.

My wife, with a muffled cry released her usual abundance of pussy juice as she experienced her orgasm. I thought what was the use of being modest anymore. The person we were trying to be quiet for was watching us. A perverse idea came over me. Geeta always loved to swallow my seeds whenever she could. Thinking of our onlooker I took my dick out of her pussy. It was drenched and soaked with her thick love juice. I made sure that our observer had a nice look at my hard and wet cock. I positioned myself by her shoulders and pushed my dick into her waiting mouth. She eagerly took my offering into her mouth and licked clean her own love juice. She then began to suck my dick furiously. The idea that my mother was watching me fucking my wife’s mouth excited me beyond my anticipation. Within a few minutes, with a guttural scream, I shot my love cream into her sucking throat with a force of orgasm that I never experienced before. I flooded her mouth with more thick cream than she could swallow. Streams of white lines came out by the side of her mouth. She was happily pleased at my veracity.

“Wow! That was a load. What has got into you? May be we should do this quickies more often.”

I looked towards the door, the feet were no longer there.

I was 25 years old and only son of my parents. I got married to Geeta about six months ago. Like most Indian marriage this was an arranged one. But now, I considered myself a lucky guy to be her husband. Not only she was sexy and beautiful, she was a person with a very pleasant personality. My parents and other family members immediately fell in love with her. As her husband what I liked most about her, beside being gorgeous, was that she loved to fuck. We both had limited sex experiences before our marriage. Two of us together experimented with our sex couplings and became very very happy partners. We learnt quickly how to trigger each others love buttons.

My father had a small but very successful export and import business and it was growing. He wanted me to join his company. But I took a different job with a multinational company. My father forgave me because it was really a very good job. Instead of me, Geeta joined my escort kartal father’s company on a part time basis and quickly became his right hand person. I wanted to move out my parents house but they did not let us. My father quickly built us a two room house on top of their house. I did not know then that staying with my parents would have such a profound impact in our love lives.

My father was about 50 years old workaholic person. He was having some health problem, but that did not stop him from working hard against all of our advice. My mother was about 44 or 45 years old. She was one of those ladies who always looked much younger than their age. On top that she had kept herself in a very good shape. Her figure was slim and attractive. Geeta often joked that people always mistook them as sisters when they went out shopping together.

Until that day I never considered my mother in a sexual way. But after that day I often left our door or window open while fucking Geeta, of course she did not suspect anything. I put up very good show for my mother to watch. The idea that somebody was watching us fucking was very exciting to me. Amazing part of the whole thing was the Peeping Tom was none other than my saintly mother. It made me even more aggressive and intense lover, and Geeta loved every moment of it. After a while I began to wonder how it would be to have a sex partner in our bedroom. But I was not sure how Geeta would react to this idea. I hatched a plot and decided to act upon it.

“Did you ever make love to any woman?” One day I asked Geeta after one of our intense fucking session.

“No.”

“Have you ever wanted to fuck a woman? Have you ever wanted to eat her pussy and let her eat yours?”

“Never!” She looked at me suspiciously, “Come on what’s on your mind? Let me hear it, whatever it is inside your fertile head.”

“No, I thought you may like to eat pussies.”

“What makes you say so?”

“I am saying that because you always love to eat your own pussy.”

“I don’t do any such thing and how could I? I don’t have yard long tongue. But you do eat my pussy and you know very well that I love it when you eat me pussy.”

I just smiled at her without saying anything more went to sleep.

I asked her the same question couple of days later. This time she got little bit irritated.

“Why you kept asking me the same question that if I love to eat my pussy?”

“Because you do. You love to lick your own pussy juice from my dick all the time. So I thought you may love to eat another pussy.”

“I love to suck your penis, does that mean I will love to suck another?” She turned the table on me. I thought for a while before answering.

“Women are beautiful with their sexy curves and soft silky fleshes. Men are mostly muscles and hair. Two dicks in a room would be one too many.”

“So, let me understand it right. You want me to fuck another woman and you want to join us. This is your way to fuck another pussy. But you would not want me to do another dick! Right?” She paused for a moment, “What is going on honey? Are you tired of fucking me already?”.

“No baby, it was just a thought.” I quickly backtracked at her interrogation, “I love you and I would not do anything against your wish.”

Few days later, after we were exhausted fucking each other, she brought up the question this time.

“Who do you want me to fuck?”

“What baby?” I acted dumb.

“Who is the woman you want me to fuck?”

“No one in particular. Like I told you before it was just a thought.”

I saw a faint flicker that my plan was still alive.

We held each other tight and prepared to go to sleep.

After a long pause I asked her, “Are a asleep honey?”

“Not yet.” She replied in a sleepy voice.

“I don’t know if or how should I tell you this.”

“What?” She asked in a dreamy voice.

“Oh, nothing. It’s not important.”

I knew I aroused her curiosity enough. I also knew she would do anything to find out once she was curious.

After her repeated persistence I told her that mother had been watching us. She almost fell off the bed and did not believe me. Next day was Saturday and I decided to prove it to her.

We began our fucking ritual. This time I asked her to ride my pole so she could face the door. She gracefully lowered her body over my groin and engulfed my dick into her dripping maltepe escort pussy. She started riding my pole up and down very seductively. She began to touch her boobs and tweaked her nipples.

“Is she here?” I asked.

“She is not coming. It is all imaginations of your fertile and perverted mind, dear.”

All of a sudden I noticed a change in her. She lowered herself and whispered into my ears, “She is here. What should we do?”

“Just don’t do anything abruptly. Keep fucking me as if you don’t know she is here.”

After her initial shock wore off, she whispered into my ears, “I think it is kind of sexy and exciting that someone is watching us fucking like this. Should we make more noises?”

“More the better. Let us give her a great show.” I concurred.

After few minutes of intense fucking we both exploded into thunderous orgasms simultaneously and made more groaning and moaning than we were used to. When we were done my mother left as quietly as she came.

When we regained our our breathing, Geeta looked deeply into my eyes in a probing way.

“Why you are looking at me like that?”

“How long this has been going on?”

“About a month that I know off.”

“Now I understand. You are one sick and perverted person.”

“What did I do?” I asked innocently.

“You want me to fuck your mother and through me you want to fuck your own mother. Is not it? How sick and deprived one could get?”

Before I could say anything she responded her own question the way that I always hoped that she would.

“But I like it. Ma is a good person and still very beautiful. I think Baba being sick and all, is not fucking her anymore. Poor Ma, she must be very horny. This way we could have some fun and help her too.”

“I could not have said better.” I kissed her and agreed with her wholeheartedly.

Geeta and I decided that she would try to seduce mother and if she liked it than I would join.

“I can’t wait to eat the pussy that gave birth to you.” Geeta announced by lewdly and seductively licking her lips.

Next Saturday Geeta created her first chance to seduce my mother. I was in up stair bed room. She came running into our room.

“Come quickly, I talked her into a back rub. You watch from outside. Who knows what will happen? You only join us at my signal.”

I decided to give them 15 minutes head start and then to come and spy on them. I was very surprised to find that how fast Geeta worked. When I peeked my head through the heavy curtain I found that they were both naked and Geeta was vigorously massaging my mother’s huge breasts as she was lying on a blanket on the carpet with her eyes closed. Geeta, like a smooth operator lowered her mouth on my mother’s boobies and began to suck one of her nipples. That incited a moan from mother. Geeta alternated between her nipples and made them noticeably erect, even from where I was standing.

I began stroking my cock inside my pajama as I saw Geeta positioned herself between mother’s leg. Mother’s pussy was hidden under a thick heavy black bush. Two of Geeta’s fingers disappeared under the bush and momentarily she brought the fingers out. Her fingers were glistening with mother’s pussy juice. Geeta greedily licked her fingers clean and then she lowered her mouth onto my mother’s love box and began licking it. I could not see her pussy as it was hidden under Geeta’s face. But Geeta wiggled her beautiful ass and raised herself up. It gave me a clear view of her luscious buttocks. Her exposed pussy was hanging out just below her ass. Her beautiful full pussy lips were glowing. Her pink and tiny pussy opening was soaked with her love juice. I used every ounce of my will power to restain myself from going behind her and pushing my hard on into that beautiful sopping hole.

I heard mother was moaning loudly as she was rubbing her breasts. Geeta was now sucking her clit and finger fucking her pussy. She was trashing her body. Her breasts were heaving up and down heavily. She was also rocking her groin up and down into Geeta’s face. I knew she was about to cum and cum she did. She screamed with a high pitch sound and mumbled things that we did not understand. The whole time she was having her orgasm Geeta firmly anchored her tongue onto her clit. Then I saw Geeta started lapping her love juice with her tongue.

After a while Geeta raised herself and kissed my mother on pendik escort bayan her mouth deeply. She returned her kiss. Their breasts were smashed together as were their pussies. What a sight it was for me to behold!

“Do you want to eat my pussy Ma?” Geeta asked her.

“Yes!” I heard her whisper.

Geeta did an amazing thing. She lowered herself in front of mother’s face and slowly touched her lips with her pussy lips. My mother extended her tongue and it touched Geeta’s dripping pussy. Geeta started grinding her pussy on her face.

On the other end my mother hair covered pussy was completely exposed. Her juice was overflowing her love hole. Her pubic hair was soaked and matted to her flesh. Her pussy lips were fat and swollen. Her inner lips were invitingly protruding out of her hole.

I was stroking my shaft and was fighting not to cum. Then Geeta went to work for the last act of final seduction.

“Ma, Baba does not fuck you anymore, right?” Geeta asked my mother.

She mumbled something that sounded like no.

“You want somebody to fuck you now? Don’t you want a hard cock into your pussy now?”

Mother did not reply.

“I want a hard and big cock into my pussy. How about you Ma?” Geeta persisted on, “Don’t you want a real big cock to fill your pussy up and make you cum?”

“Yesss!”

Geeta turned towards me with victorious smile of mission accomplishment. She put a finger on her lips and made a ‘ssshhhh’ gesture. She pointed at my mother’s exposed pussy and motioned me to come and fuck her.

That was the signal I had been waiting for last thirty minutes. I quietly came between her legs and pushed my dick inside her hot and wet pussy. Mother was not expecting any such development. She jumped up half way and pushed Geeta off her.

Look on her face was one of utmost surprise and fear. She looked at Geeta and me and then looked down at my dick that was firmly planted inside her pussy.

“Ma, just enjoy it.” Geeta told her while holding her tightly,” We both love you very much and we just want to make you happy.”

She began to kiss her passionately. Mother quickly calmed down and laid herself back on the blanket again. I began to fuck her. Her pussy was surprisingly tight. I thought it was tight because my father had stopped fucking her. It was soft, warm and fully juiced up. It wrapped around my hard meat tightly and began massaging it gently. She was breathing hard and tried to match my thrusts into her pussy with her own upward thrusts. No doubt she was enjoying this fuck immensely after such a long draught.

Geeta sat her pussy down over fer face again but this time she turned around to face me. She laid her body across and put her mouth right near where my dick was entering mother’s pussy. As I was pushing my dick in and out, Geeta began to lick clean mother’s love juice from my dick.

“Ma taste so good!” She told me, “You must taste her.”

Right at that moment mother exploded into a massive orgasm. When her orgasm subsided I withdrew from her. Geeta and I lapped all her love juice together.

I still did not cum. So I mounted Geeta from behind. I began fucking her hungry pussy in doggie style. Mother was watching us with her eyes wide open and a very satisfied smile on her face.

“It looks lot better up close, does not it Ma?” I asked her. She just smiled.

“Why don’t you come close so I can eat your pussy again Ma.”

Mother gladly obliged Geeta’s request. However, she did a 180 degree. Her head came to a halt right below Geeta’s pussy. As Geeta started licking and fingering her pussy, mother started licking Geeta’s clit too. The whole room soon filled up with our moans and groans.

It was a surrealistic feeling. I was fucking two of the most important women in my life and at the same time. I took my dick out of Geeta’s pussy and placed it at mother’s lip. She opened her lips and I pushed it inside her warm mouth. My dick was soaked with Geeta’s juice. She licked clean my dick of all her pussy juices. I was nearing my orgasm and began pumping Geeta’s pussy faster and harder. Mother got hold of my balls and started rubbing them. At the last moment I took my dick out and positioned at mother’s face. Geeta promptly turned around and joined her. I sprayed my thick cum over their expecting mouths and faces. Gobs of my white cream also fell on their necks and dripped down to their boobs. Geeta took the initiative and cleaned my cream of mother’s body. My mother did the same thing a moment later.

My mother and my wife became regular lovers. They never got tired of each other. I had no problem with that as I was always welcome to join in the fun.

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A masseuse and her client’s first time with extras

*

‘Not here, surely not here,’ he was thinking?

‘Should I?” she asked herself. ‘He seems up for it and must be well-off coming here and paying their fees.’

‘Do places like this offer ‘extras,’ he wondered as her hand slithered up the inside of his slightly parted thighs?

‘I can make it look accidental so he makes the first move,’ she thought stopping her hand a few inches from where his genitals nestled against the wide massage table in the paper panties that all clients had to wear.

After agreeing that he wanted a fairly deep massage. “But a relaxing one,” he had said, they agreed that it would be a full body one and that she would use a jasmine smelling oil.

After covering both legs in large, warm towels, she laid another across his shoulders and a further one across his back. She tucked the towels under his legs and body and explained.

“That will keep the heat in and will loosen your muscles.”

The warmth on his back felt good. Then he realised that the massage table was also radiating heat.

“It’s like an electric blanket,” she said anticipating his question.

He lay there covered in the towels as she busied herself at a cabinet behind him laying out smaller towels, drizzling jasmine smelling salts onto others and warming the oil over a small flame.

“I will start on your shoulders,” she said rolling the towel in half uncovering just the right side of his upper back. Standing alongside the table her hip level with his she poured the warm, jasmine smelling oil across his shoulders. Her fingers gradually going deeper and deeper felt good. ‘Obviously knows what she is doing he thought.’

After a few minutes she finished the right side and covered that with the towel. She moved round the table to his left side and folded the towel away from that side of his shoulders lying it on the other side.

At the beauty school where she had been trained it had been drilled into her that only the parts of the body that needed to be bare so they could be massaged should be exposed. She was religiously following the training, although like the other masseuses who worked at the salon, she had a couple of times broke the most basic one.

He was lying with his arms, slightly bent at the elbows alongside his body. Taking up a similar position where their hips were level, she repeated the massage on his left side.

The warmth from the bed and the towels, the warm jasmine smelling oil and her fingers on his shoulders relaxed him and he let himself go with the massage. His mind was whirring and he was having rather naughty thoughts, but easy rationalised them.

‘What man would not get at least slightly aroused being in a small room with a fairly attractive, mid-twenties, slim, blonde haired masseuse?’ He told himself.

She finished his shoulders and put the towel back in place across his shoulders. He felt the one being removed that was covering him from his shoulder blades to his waist. She placed the towel into the heating cabinet and poured the oil onto the small of his back.

She liked doing backs for they gave a masseuse the chance to ‘open her shoulders’ as it were. They could go deep and use long, flowing sweeps of their hands from the top of the client’s buttocks to their shoulder blades.

He had a little excess flesh above his hips and across the back of his waist and she went deep into that. Leaning forward with one leg behind the other she surged her arms and upper body forward the palms and the thicker parts at the base of her thumbs delving deep into his well-toned muscles.

On one long sweep her tummy pressed against his elbow. She thought nothing of it as things like that happen. He did though. He felt it and liked the touch of her soft tummy against his elbow and forearm. Before she finished his back it happened a couple of more times. It made him wonder if there was more to it so he bent his arm further making the elbow stick out more.

She saw the movement as his elbow came across the edge of the table. She realised that might be a sign so the next time she slid her hands forward she let her tummy in the white, button up the front coat press against it and stay there a moment or two.

‘Fuck is she up for it, is that a sign?’ The forty-five year old City forex trader asked himself.

Bending each leg in turn at the knee she massaged his feet and toes To do that she had to hold each one near to her chest and unbeknown to him they nearly touched her boobs a couple of times. He did, though, get a thrill as he felt his toe brush against the material of her white tunic. She then did his calf muscles.

‘Now for the tops,’ she thought knowing they could be a big turn on for men. He was no exception.

Although his body was covered from his waist up and knees down and he was wearing the blue, paper pants, he felt exposed and almost naked when she peeled the towel away from his upper legs.

Her hands kartal escort bayan gliding up his legs and inner thighs felt fantastic. That was both from a being massaged aspect and from an erotic one. His slippery, oiled flesh provided no resistance to her hands so they simply glided over it her fingers delving deep into the large muscles. On each sweep upwards he imagined they went nearer to the panties and what lie inside them.

She had intentionally slowed the movements of her hands down from the pace, length and depth of massage that she had applied on his back. At the same time, she reduced the pressure as they neared the hem of the blue panties and let them stop for a moment just inside the leg on each side. She was investigating the situation, checking things out and trying to find out the lie of the land.

He hadn’t given much away and certainly nothing overt. She saw, however, his hands gripping the table more tightly, his legs opening a little more and his eyes seeming to be screwed more tightly shut and she heard a low groan come from his mouth. All signs of possible arousal on his part, but nowhere near significant enough to tell her what she wanted to know. And certainly not enough to persuade her to take the risk of sliding further up and stroking his balls.

She had been at this salon a year or so and had worked in one other after leaving beauty school. She had gone there after leaving Bristol University mid-way through the second year much to the annoyance of her parents. Now at nearly twenty-five she was building a career, but the pay was pitiful. The masseuses or beauty therapists had to rely on tips, which to be fair were quite plentiful, to make decent living.

He could not be sure, but it felt that her touch was lighter and that when her hands reached their destination on each upward surge, that they paused for a moment before starting the downwards journey. Indications maybe, he thought, but not enough for him to risk the embarrassment of asking her to go further. Not that he had ever gone further, but he sometimes wondered.

The insides, backs and outsides of his legs finished, she had one further job to do before turning him over.

“I need to do your hips,” she said moving up the table so she stood by them.

He didn’t know why she had to say that, but grunted back.

“Fine, ok.”

She guessed that men found what she was about to do arousing, for she knew that she would, well did actually as she had an energetic lover.

Taking hold of the hem of the blue paper panties she slowly tore them up the seam that ran up the outside.

‘Fucking hell,’ he grunted to himself as he felt them being torn. He said it again when he felt her fold the back of them onto his bottom.

The gasp and the tightening of his grip told her that he was no exception and indeed he did find it arousing. Again the thoughts as to whether he might be up for more than just the massage came into her mind, but was the risk worth it she wondered? When she thought of the mounting bills, the poor state of her wardrobe and the sheer blast she had got thinking about giving a client a happy ending, she thought that maybe yes it was.

She folded the paper further onto his left buttock exposing more of his bottom than was really necessary to massage the very top of his thigh muscle and the glutes round his hip bone. By so doing she exposed just over half of his, what was really, a rather nice bum. She liked men’s bums and as far as they went, his was good.

Pouring some oil onto the apex of the mound she watched it run in all four directions. Some ran down the side of his hip, some ran down his bottom onto the back of his leg, a little ran down onto his waist and more than a little as had been her intention ran down under the paper pants towards and probably into the crease between his cheeks. She knew full well that he would feel the warm oil in that musky channel.

‘Fucking hell,’ he groaned to himself as he felt the oil drizzle into the crease in his bum. The feeling of its warmth in there and on his anus was gorgeous and he felt his cock twitch even more and begin to harden. He assumed that she had not done that on purpose, but he could not help thinking how exciting it would be if she was up for something, but that was just wishful thinking, wasn’t it?

Since laying down on his front he had not seen her and in his mind at least she was becoming better looking and sexier; how many buttons did she have undone on that coat he asked himself? How big were her tits and had he got a glimpse of some of them earlier. ‘Bollocks,’ he thought. ‘This is becoming embarrassing as I am getting a hard on and will have to turn over soon.’

That had happened before, but fortunately the masseuse had ben discrete and had not made reference to it.

She massaged both buttocks using a much lighter touch than on his legs and back. She went from just beneath his waist downwards until her hands slid onto the top of his legs and then escort maltepe inwards from his hip bones towards the crease between his cheeks. That was covered by the paper panties from both sides, but she went as close to the cleavage as she could without it being too obvious.

That was now her plan. Looking at his nice bum and seeing him squirm slightly indicating to her that possibly he was rearranging his genitals as the essential part may have grown, she had decided to go for it, by placing the ball firmly into his court. It was simply too risky to say anything like ‘would you like extras’ or do anything extreme such as touching his cock or balls. But she could imply, suggest and hint. She could do things that might make him ask, yes she could massage him lighter and go near to those places.

“Would you like to turn over now?” She asked discretely turning away and holding the towel up so she would not see his body as he sat up and turned. As he was doing that she eased another press stud undone on the white coat so there were now three, which was really one too many, undone.

Covering him from his neck to his feet with towels she positioned herself behind his head and started on his face and head. From experience she knew that this part of the body was particularly sensitive and she milked that. Running her fingers through his thick hair she used her nails to scratch across his scalp and then her fingertips to rub it, gently and slowly in little circles. The effect on him was electric. That, though got even more extreme as she lightly massaged his face. Her magic fingers ran softly across his forehead, along his eyebrows and over his eyelids. They ran up and down his nose, round his chin and then onto his lips. She knew that she was pushing things a bit for there was no reason at all to touch a client’s mouth, but she slid her soft fingertips along his top and then his bottom lip.

He could hardly believe what was happening. The feel of the young woman’s fingers on his lips was incredibly erotic. He had never felt anything like it before, the sensations were amazing and he groaned to himself as he felt his erection growing. Luckily, or so he thought, he was able to use his hand to rearrange himself without her seeing, but of course she did.

‘He’s getting hard,’ she thought to herself thinking that at last something might be on. She pushed things further and slid one of her fingers between his lips and touched his teeth. She rubbed his gums.

‘Fucking hell this is amazing,’ he thought as he opened his mouth a little and pushed the tip of his tongue against her finger. He opened his eyes, but could see little of her other than her face, which really was more attractive than he had thought at first. She had lovely lips and gorgeous, very blue eyes.

He thought that he saw a smile on her face as she removed her finger from between his lips. Keeping eye contact with her as she leaned forward and rolled the towel down he heard her say in what he thought was a rather husky tone.

“Now for you neck and chest, ok?”

“Oh yes,” he muttered as she started to massage his neck, but stopped. Leaning further forward so that some part of her body that she knew was her tummy, but he didn’t pressed against the crown of his head.

It was a lovely feeling as was the towel being rolled down his chest to his waist.

‘Mmmmm what a nice chest,’ she thought looking with desire at the fairly hairy pecs and the narrowing band of dark hair that ran down past his waist and would become his pubes.

She knew that what she was about to do was a bit extreme. She was aware that it was certainly not in the teaching manuals and that both the beauty school where she had trained and the owners of this salon would have been aghast at this manoeuvre. However, she felt that should he object she could just about justify it and get away with it. But from the reactions she had seen from him, she was now a little more confident that he would not object and might want some extras.

After pouring oil onto the middle of his chest and smoothing it out she slid her hands from his shoulders, over his man boobs, onto his lower chest coming to rest just above the towel and his waist. Doing that from behind his head meant that she had to bend her body over his face with that part between her waist and her boobs pressing against his forehead, nose and chin.

To him, the feeling was sensational. The touch of her white tunic on his face on her first sweep downwards was exciting enough, but when a few sweeps later he felt the softness of her body through the coat it was excruciating and his arousal went through the roof. He knew that he was hardening, but had no way of seeing just how noticeable it was. However, she could and she could see the long, thick outline under the towel. ‘Boy he’s big’ she said to herself.

Feeling no resistance or any sign of objection from him she slowed down the pace of her downwards sweeps. As she did that, her tummy and lower pendik escort chest rested on his face for longer and she pressed down more firmly. Also now on each downward glide of her hands she pushed against the towel. Each time it moved a little, moved down his body, down his stomach and down nearer to where his erection would be revealed. But it was too soon for that so she stopped and moved round the side of the table.

He didn’t know what to do. He was now rock hard and very aware of the bulge in the towel. It was obvious she would have seen it, but so far she had ignored it. Was that a sign of her being used to such occurrences and would she simply continue ignoring it? But she had not said anything, she had given him an amazingly erotic chest massage when she had pressed her body against his face and her fingers had slid under the towel going so very near to the tip of his erection, but said nothing. Were they signs that she might give more than he had ordered? Were they signs that he might well get the happy ending that had not been in his mind when he came in for his massage, but was now filling it?

Getting the oil from the side she glanced at him. He was quite handsome and had a good body. His eyes were closed, he was bare from the waist up and the bulge of his erection was so obvious and actually looked very appealing. Since breaking up with her fairly long-term boyfriend she had little sex other than with herself and a situation like this, inevitably got to her.

A part of her wanted to pull the towel from him, get hold of his big prick and suck it. Another part, though, thought that she should end the massage and the third part thought she should carry on distributing hints and invitations to him and leave it to him to accept or reject them. That way she would not get into trouble and might make a hundred quid or so.

“Now for the legs,” she said quietly.

‘How the fuck am I going to put up with this?’ He asked himself as she removed the towel that had been covering his legs from his mid-thigh to his feet. Purposefully, she did not replace the towel covering his chest so he lay there with just the one across his middle, the one covering his cock and yes, the one with the huge lump in it.

Standing about level with his hip she took the unorthodox step of massaging down his leg as opposed to the more normal method of massaging towards the heart. But then now she was not planning a strenuous massage. No now, it was going to be lighter, more caressing and would become an erotic massage, but still one where she could pull back if she was reading the signs incorrectly.

And to make that even more tempting she positioned her body close to where his hand rested on the edge of the table so that as she slid her hands down his thick, upper leg muscles her tunic touched the edge of his upturned hand. After several more slow, sweeps it felt to her that his hand had moved for as her leg pushed forward so now the pressure was stronger. That was because, of course, he had felt the material against his hand and of course he had moved it and of course he was now getting the exhilaration of each time she moved her upper leg, just beneath her hip pressed fully against his hand. It was fucking brilliant and yet another indication that she might have more available, although he put it down to coincidence.

On her upward sweeps he had felt something probably her wrist touch the towel, but what he did not know was that the towel had moved. The bottom of it had moved up his thighs so that now it covered only about eight inches of them. She knew that were she to move down to the foot of the table that she would be able to look up the towel and see at least his balls inside the paper panties.

Massaging the other leg, now became not much more than a caress. Massaging it became another bout of her upper leg pressing against his hand, but then he moved his hand.

He was now so aroused and ready that he was prepared to take risks, albeit minor ones. Despite being willing to take massive risks buying selling yen and pounds and dollars and roubles, in his personal life he was very conservative. He moved his hand so that now when she moved, the back of her leg pressed against it. After that happening several times he plucked up the courage firstly to push against it, then squeeze the flesh on the back of her leg and then to move his hand so that his fingers slid under the hem of her coat and slightly between her legs. Keeping his eyes tightly closed, he did it in a way that he could retract and back off if she objected. To his astonishment and pleasure, though, she did not object.

To her that was it, the final sign, the signal that he wanted more from her.

She stopped the massage and stood beside him not moving. His hand was partly under the hem of her tunic on her upper thigh some six to eight inches above her knee. That made him panic. He daren’t look at her so he kept his eyes closed, but did not move his hand. Had she stopped to go and tell someone what he was doing? Would they call the police?

She could see the obvious outline of his swollen erection. That looked good and, she had to admit, his hand on her bare leg felt good. How she managed to pluck up the courage she had no idea, but he heard her say.

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It’s Saturday night and we’re alone at a hotel. After an evening drinking and eating, we walk into our room at the hotel downtown. It’s a suite large enough to host a party…or maybe just a small gathering.

Your suit is stretching to fit your hard body and it’s been driving me crazy all night. My panties are soaked…or would be if I wore any under this dress. I’ve been telling you all night that I have a surprise for you and the knock at the door signals it’s arrival.

I strut over to the door as you slip off your suit coat and roll up your sleeves.

“I thought we’d have some company for a while tonight. I know we’ve been talking about adding another person to the mix, so I found the perfect one. “

Your face is suspicious, but you say “Ok baby. If that’s how you want to play tonight.”

“I think you’ll be surprised how I want to play tonight, love.” I open the door and our guest walks in. All 6 feet of him. Blonde hair, dark eyes, and a body hard as granite.

“Baby, this is someone I thought might fulfill all our wishes for one night. He’s an escort I found online.”

The guy smiles at both of us and begins unbuttoning his shirt. I walk up to him and run my hands down his chest, down his hard abs, and grab a handful of thick cock. “Yeah, he’ll do baby.” I wink at you and you turn around to sit on the chaise lounge in the corner.

“You’re in my seat, love.” I say to you.

“What?” The confusion is evident on your face as you look between the escort and me.

“He’s here for you. I thought you needed a little special loving and the idea of seeing you two together makes me so wet.”

“Holy shit. “

I push you out of my chair and walk over the minibar. I make myself a drink kartal escort bayan and sit down in the corner. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to figure out what you should do next. You don’t have to worry baby.

“Take his shirt off.” I say to Scott. He walks up to you and slowly pulls each button on your shirt until it’s gaping open. His lips make a trail down your chest, leaving you trembling. Your hands are in tight fists at your sides. I can tell how much you’re fighting yourself. ‘Let go baby’. I think to myself.

Scott pulls your shirt off your body and lowers himself to the floor. His fingers unhook your belt and release your zipper. Your pants are wide open. Your long cock is sticking out, pointing where it wants to go.

“Lick it.” You command. He reaches inside your pants and brings out your cock. His lips descend and stretch around you. He wastes no time in sucking you into his throat. My body is on fire. I feel like every nerve is electrified and one touch will make me explode.

His cheeks hollow out, sucking you in hard, long pulls. Your hands are in his hair. After a few more minutes, you pull him off you. A light sheen of sweat covers your body. Your lips latch on to his nipples and give them a little bite. Scott moans loudly and begins pushing you down to the floor. He makes quick work of his pants and free his throbbing cock. You grab it with one hand, his balls with the other, and pull him deep to the back of your throat. Scott has no idea how far you can suck him in, and it shows, His body is shaking, and his hips buck against your face uncontrollably. My drink is long forgotten as I sit here mouth wide open, pussy dripping down my legs.

“Enough!” He says. “I want to cum escort maltepe deep in you.”

A whimper escapes my mouth and I clench my legs together begging for some relief. You stand up and face the bed. Scott trails behind you and pushes your body to bend over the bed. His tongue trails down your back as he begins pushing your pants the rest of the way off your tight, firm ass. You move to kneel on the bed. Ass up, face down. Scott bends and bites one cheek and spanks the other. Red marks remain on both. His lips move to kiss each mark and sooth each sting. Finally, he stands and strokes his cock a few times.

“Hold on. I need something from your wife.” He says and starts walking over to me. I begin freaking out because I have no idea what he’s talking about. This wasn’t anything we discussed. He stares straight into my eyes as he pushes my legs open. I begin to protest but he runs his hand down my pussy from my clit to my ass, gathering up my juices. His hand returns to his cock and begins stroking it. Well lubed now he walks over to you. I’m not sure if I should be pissed or not. My clit is throbbing at his teasing move but yet I don’t want his cock. I want your mouth.

Scott kneels behind you on the bed and begins circling your asshole with the head of his cock. Your body is shaking the whole bed and I can see your hard cock pulsating between your thighs. Slowly he pushes inside you, inch by inch, easing his way in. When he’s seated fully, he stills, grabs your neck and delivers one long, hard thrust. Your cries and moans echo off the room. You begin to lose control, loving his thick cock in your ass. Your hips begin to slam back against him, forcing him to take you hard. The bed slams against the wall. The neighbors pendik escort definitely know what we’re up to.

“Fuck. Yes. Oh, baby.” Scott’s words are shouted and hoarse. You continue slamming into him. I’ve never seen something so breathtaking. My breathing matches yours and I’m certain I’m going to cum just from watching.

“Yes! Fuck my ass. Harder!” You scream. Scott loses his rhythm and crashes into you over and over again.

“Goddamn. You feel fucking amazing. You’re going to make me cum!” He says. Just then your hands slide to your ass and pull your cheeks apart farther, opening yourself up to him more. “Oh fuck. I’m going to fill up this perfect ass.”

He thrusts hard, once twice, and then stops, shouting incoherently into the air. His cock pulses inside you over and over again as each rope of cum fills you up. Once his breathing has returned to normal, he slowly pulls out. Cum drips out of your used asshole and down your legs. It’s a massive load. Scott drops to the floor and buries his face between your cheeks. His tongue licks up every drop of cum out of your ass and his hands reach around you and wrap onto your cock. He strokes up and down your cock as his licks up his cum. You push his hands away and turn around. Your hands grab his head and thrust yourself deep into his throat. You fuck his face in a punishing rhythm and your eyes meet mine. The primal look in your eyes makes me even wetter. My legs are spread wide on the seat, pussy fully on display. My hands are rubbing my clit in fast circles. I feel myself falling just watching you fuck his face. You throw your head back a shout to the ceiling. “Fuck!” You cum deep inside Scott’s throat and he sucks you deeper. Slowly you pull your cock free and Scott gets up.

“Thanks for a good time.” Scott says as he heads for the door, still pulling his shirt back on.

“Goddamn baby. I love you.” You kiss me breathless and lean our foreheads together. “Thank you. I needed that.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

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“You got mail…. “

Shay smiled as she clicked to her mail and there it was, another reminder about Kenny’s Birthday. December 6th.

She thought it was so funny how he had been leaving little reminders for over a week now. It was now December 5th and she was about to put her plan in motion. She knew he expected dinner, dancing, at least a dozen gifts and love making until dawn, but that was too easy. She liked to keep him guessing.

Shay picked up the phone and called his cell. She glanced at the clock making sure she was calling at just the right time. He should be in that meeting he had mentioned earlier. She was sure to get his voice mail as planned.

“Hi Babe … it’s me … I wanted to give you a heads up about tomorrow night. I have to fly to Kansas early tomorrow and it will be late when I get back. I PROMISE to still have your birthday fun the next night. I PROMISE! Will see you in a few sweetie! “

Shay hung up the phone, grabbed her keys, her purse and headed out the door. She had some things to gather in town and be back home before Ken made it in from work.

Sitting back in his office chair, Ken began to listen to the messages on his phone …..”Hi Babe … it’s me … I wanted to give you a heads up about tomorrow night. I have to fly to Kansas early tomorrow and it will be late when I get back. I PROMISE to still have your birthday fun the next night. I PROMISE! Will see you in a few sweetie! “

Ken felt a little bummed about the change in plans but he knew they would spend a night together just as she had promised. He continued to listen to a few more messages and another familiar voice came through…

“Hey Ken … seen your lady in town. She told me your free tomorrow night, felt bad about running out on the birthday boy. I know I am not as sexy as Shay but…I could still take ya out for a few drinks. Meet me at Sal’s around 5 tomorrow. Later man.”

That was a call from Ken’s friend George. He was right, he couldn’t match his Shay but he was a good friend and Ken was all for meeting him for a few drinks. They needed to catch up on things.

Ken could smell the nice smells from the kitchen as he opened the front door. Shay had prepared him a dinner of roast, potatoes, carrots, hot rolls and a salad. They enjoyed their dinner and cuddled awhile on the sofa while watching Monday Night Football. They turned in early knowing that both had to start their days early the next morning.

Before Ken left for work, he came into the bathroom where Shay was doing her makeup. They kissed and she reminded him she would be late getting in and to keep in mind, they had a date on Wednesday for his birthday. As Ken turned to leave, Shay took him by the tie and pulled him to her again. He smiled at her as she tugged at his bottom lip. She sucked it between her lips. He gave her a growl and told her, ” have a safe trip Baby, hurry home to me.” As Shay heard the front door close and lock, she smiled at her reflection in the mirror. She knew she was about to blow his birthday candle completely out and he wouldn’t even know what hit him.

As planned, Shay spent the day preparing for the surprise.

At 5 PM she knew Kenny was meeting George.

At 5:15 PM, El pulled up in the driveway. Shay met her dearest friend at the door, taking packages from her as she walked in. They shared their usual kisses on the cheek as they made their way to the kitchen and placed the packages on the island. They both looked at each other and watched their matching smiles. kartal escort bayan Shay gave El a quick wink and asked. ” you sure you wanna do this Eloise?”

El returned her sassy wink back to Shay and replied, ” For along time ShayShay … and I got all the things that were on my list … I am SO excited!” she squealed.

With that, the two started getting all the props together. Some were bought, some they had to make. It was just like old times for those two. The day seem to pass quickly as the made their plans. Shay knew that if Kenny had any idea she was home, he would be calling all day so she had to tell him she was away. She knew he would be forgiving of her little white lie. Once he felt his afterglow.

El poured the two of them a shot of Tequila. When Kenny’s headlights hit the front window, they both took their shot and went into action. El took off for the kitchen, Shay smoothed her white ruffled apron with the palms of her hands and waited for him to open the door.

As soon as he stepped inside, he saw her in the dim light. All he could manage was an approving smile as he looked her over. She has a puffy chefs hat sitting on top her head. Thin ringlets of hair falling from her temples. The apron she was wearing … was all she was wearing. It was one of those with the bib attached to it, but there was no way it could cover her full tanned breast. The ruffled apron was short and he knew her sweet ass was exposed in the back. He knew it.

Shay stepped to him and whispered, ” Happy Birthday Baby,” as she pulled the tie from his shoulder. ” … I am so glad you are home.” Shay placed her finger over his lips to keep him quiet and continued, ” I have a surprise for you Kenny, ” Shay began to untuck his shirt. Kenny knew the drill, he slid his shoes off and was not about to break her concentration. He learned long ago … with Shay Lyn, just roll with it. Her tiny hands unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks letting them fall to the floor. As he stepped away from the pile of clothes on the floor, he felt his cock jump as she turned and reached for another apron that was just inside the closet. He had just got a view of her ass accented with the white ruffle from the apron. The bow tied so perfectly at the curve of her back. Shay looked at his growing cock and looked up at him as she began to place the apron around him. She teasingly told him “Kenny … that’s gonna cause your apron to be all hiked up in front … you just might get cake on your balls … then what you gonna do?” He couldn’t help but laugh at her as she took his hand and started towards the sofa. That is when he noticed the sign above the door that read,

” Birthday Cake Baking 101 ”

As he sat down on the sofa, Shay took the bottle of wine from the ice bucket, then poured them both some wine. Shay handed Ken his glass as she scooted real close to him. After they both had their first taste of wine Ken asked, ” What are you up to? Should I be worried?”

Shay smiled and replied, ” It’s your birthday…it’s a surprise …” She placed her wine on the table and stood. Kenny’s hand quickly reached up and touched her exposed ass. Shay looked over her shoulder at him and walked over to the book shelf to retrieve the remote. Shay walked back to the sofa and placed the remote in Ken’s hand, then sat back next to him. Ken looked at her and pressed the ‘power’ button, then turned to face the TV. The VCR activated and the sign that was over the kitchen door, ” Birthday Cake Baking 101 ,” was on the screen…

Shay escort maltepe and her friend El were at the island. He couldn’t help but notice that El was dressed identical to Shay. The camera was at an angle that showed the entire kitchen, and both of their cute asses. He watched as the two of them mixed, stirred and poured the cake batter into the cake pans. He watched as Shay opened the oven door and slid the pans in, as El stood next to her setting the timer. What he saw next really took him by surprise. Shay playfully lifted El’s apron and kissed her little brown patch of hair that covered her pussy. Ken looked over at Shay and felt his cock move. ” Shay?” he moaned with a smile that spread from ear to ear. Shay gave him a sexy wink and slid down so she could watch the tape with him with her head on his lap. Kenny stretched out a little and made himself comfortable. He had to push his hips forward just to show her the effect the tape was having on him.

The two girls had made it back to the island and had climbed up on it. He watched as Shay took a spatula and dipped it into the bowl of frosting. El was watching Shay very close as she sat Indian style in front of her. Shay was licking the frosting from the spatula and then placed the spatula in El’s hand and began to slip the apron loop from behind El’s neck allowing the bib to fall forward. Shay’s eyes scanned over El’s nipples as she took the spatula from her. As she began to spread the frosting over El’s nipples, El lowered the bib on Shay’s apron. She reached for a spatula, scraped up some frosting, pushed the skirt of Shay’s apron back and began to spread the white frosting all over Shay’s trimmed pussy.

Not only did Kenny hear Shay moan on the tape, he also heard her moan as she placed her hand on his thigh. He could not help but notice Shay beginning to move a little more on the sofa as she watched herself and a friend play together. He placed his hand on her bare hip and looked back at the TV.

Shay had leaned forward and was licking the frosting from El’s rounded breast. They were not as big as Shay’s but they were nice. He watched as Shay darted her tongue all over the hard nipple. When she took the nipple between her teeth and tugged at it, El gasped loud and bit her bottom lip. Shay then drug her finger through the bowl of frosting, then she pushed the skirt of El’s apron up high and slid the frosting covered finger down her slit. As Shay moved her finger up and down, it was clear that the frosting was thinning. Ken’s mind was racing. Was it thinning from her warmth or her juices. As Shay dipped her finger inside El, she arched her back and then pushed her hips forward. El placed her palms flat on the countertop and began fucking her friends sweet finger. Ken watched as El’s ass bounced from the countertop and could see the excitement in both of them.

Shay felt Ken slide his hand to her mound. Like a well used toy, her thighs spread allowing him ample room to play. Shay could see the tenting of his apron. She could also see the wet spot that had absorbed into it. Slowly, she pushed his apron off of his cock and took it in her hand. Ken thrust his hard cock into her hand as she made a tiny fist and held him.

By now his eyes were glued to the TV. Shay had laid on her back on the counter. El had laid on her tummy as she slowly spread frosting up Shay’s thigh. Shay had a smooth fluid like movement to her hips. One continuous roll as if she was reeling El’s up to her pussy. As El made it to Shay’s pussy, she tossed pendik escort her shoulder length hair to the side, turned the spatula around and placed the end of it to Shay’s opening. Ken’s eyes opened wider as Shay’s chin dropped. Slowly, the tiny handle was pushed inside a little. When El started pushing the handle in, Shay pulled back on his cock. As the spatula was pulled out a little, she would then pull forward. Shay felt Ken slip his thick finger inside her. As Ken watched El hold the spatula still and Shay fucking it, he done the same with his finger. He watched as El began to slide the spatula from Shay. Ken then brought his hand to her breast. El placed her index fingers on the puffy lips of Shay’s pussy and spread her open. Ken could see the frosting that had accumulated in the folds of her pink. El’s face guided the tip of her tongue to it’s target. The moment her wet, stiff tongue touched Shay’s hard clit, Ken almost lost his load then. He watched as El pleased his baby. He was so into the TV. The sounds was as if they were right there in the room kissing, licking and sucking at each other. He felt Shay’s hand still stroking his cock and she had started running her nails back and forth above his pubic hair. She knew he loved that.

Ken knew she was about to cum by what he was seeing on the TV and thought he was sure to cum then. He watched as Shay placed her hands on the back of El’s head holding her sweet mouth to her pussy.

As the sofa rocked under him, he felt a hand cup his balls.

To his surprise…he had both girls on the sofa. El was between Shay’s legs just like on the tape. Ken was so into their action on the TV, he didn’t even know El had joined them on the sofa. He placed his hand over El’s as she gently massaged his full sacs.

As Shay bent her knee and rolled to her side, she brought Ken’s cock to her lips. Her eyes watching his as she sucked the mushroomed head into her warm mouth. El drug her tongue up Shay’s wet slit and began to make her way up the sofa. She was facing Shay and placed her head on Ken’s leg just a little higher than Shay’s. El leaned into Shay and began to lick her tongue as she teased Ken’s cock. Ken was watching the two of them, when he was able to keep focussed. They both knew that he was right at the edge of cumming. El slipped her lips halfway down his shaft, kissed it lightly.

El pulled back and stood and Shay followed. Ken didn’t know what to think.

Then El explained, ” We need you in the kitchen Birthday Boy.”

“NOW??” Ken protested.

They reached for his hands, pulling him up and walked him to the kitchen. They sat him on a comfortable barstool. In front of him was a round, single layer, warm unfrosted cake. El helped Shay up on the island and Shay sat in front of Ken with her legs hanging down. El placed another bowl of white frosting between Shay’s legs as Shay leaned back, propped up on her elbows. A smile that lit up the room spread over Ken’s face. El placed a spatula in his hand. She then picked up the warm cake and placed it on Shay’s pussy. El leaned to Ken and kissed his cheek. She rolled her eyes because he had not taken his eyes off Shay since she placed the bowl of frosting between her legs.

El whispered happy birthday to him and gave Shay a wink. She left with her long coat on taking the door fom the laundry room. As she was leaving she heard Shay telling Kenny, ” Happy Birthday baby…how about this for wanting your cake and eating it too…. looks like you spilled something on your apron too doll.”

Shay was hoping El went straight home. With that one, you never know what she is up to.

As for Kenny…he tossed the spatula and used his tongue to frost his cake….as well as what it was being served on.

~*~ Happy Birthday Kenny … I adore you ~*~

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“Dude, you look wiped,” Kevin said, swinging a companionable arm around Josh’s shoulder. “Where’d you get to this weekend?”

Josh grabbed his books from his locker, and didn’t turn around, suddenly afraid that he would blurt everything out right there. “I just had some stuff I had to do,” he said flatly.

Kevin probably would’ve left it alone, just let him slide, because that’s what friends did, but there were a bunch of guys hanging around, and one asshole just couldn’t keep his mouth shut.

“Probably up all night boning his mom,” he said smirking, and everyone else laughed.

And that was fucking it, because Josh was tired and angry and guilty because his mom had been giving him looks all weekend like she wanted to tuck him into bed and feed him soup and he didn’t know whether to be comforted by it or turned on beyond all belief.

He didn’t even remember hitting the guy. Kevin told him later that he’d charged through the crowd like a bull and slammed the other kid up against a row of lockers about five times before he started punching him.

All he remembered was struggling against Kevin and Phil, his hands sore and bright red with blood before Coach Lewis dragged him off down the hall to his office.

“What the hell was that?” he asked, slamming the door behind them.

Josh was still trembling with the adrenaline rush of anger and breathing heavily, hands clenching and unclenching at his sides. Thankfully, Coach didn’t rush him, just sat on the edge of his desk with his arms folded until Josh got himself under control.

He still didn’t know what the hell he was supposed to say, but at least he could talk without yelling.

“Sorry, Coach,” he said finally. Coach raised an eyebrow and continued to wait until Josh started to squirm. “I didn’t meant to –” hit him, he thought, but that wasn’t entirely true. “He was talking about my mother,” he said, straightening his spine. “He shouldn’t have been saying stuff like that.”

Mostly because Josh had wanted it to be true, and he wasn’t exactly sure how to handle that quite yet.

But Coach nodded, as if he understood. “Automatic two day ISS for fighting,” he said conversationally, and Josh let out a long breath. Because Coach wasn’t asking, which meant that he wouldn’t have to lie.

“Yeah, okay,” he said, eyes downcast so he wouldn’t be so obvious in his relief.

“And we’re going to have to call your mom,” Coach added.

Josh’s eyes shot up, then narrowed a bit at Coach’s smirk. Because, yeah, his mom wasn’t going to let him off so easy. *** In School Suspension wasn’t so bad. Just boring, and a little humiliating because it was like time out for teenagers. He knew he was supposed to think about his actions, and he’d already gotten a stern lecture from the Vice Principle about fighting in school, but he couldn’t think about any of that because he still couldn’t stop thinking about his mom.

Eighteen. She’d only been eighteen when she started doing those films, the age he was now, and he had like a million questions he wanted to ask.

How had she gotten into the business? Why?

How did it feel to fuck on camera? He knew her parents had died when she was young, but hadn’t she had a guardian? Hadn’t she had friends? What had they thought about her career?

Had she been pushed or tricked into the industry? Had she been desperate?

Had one of those men she’d fucked on camera been his father?

His mom had never talked about his dad. She’d just said that he was a good guy who wasn’t ready to be a father. Josh had never been curious enough to follow up, but now he wondered.

Was the year break in her movies because she was dating his dad?

And then it occurred to him: a sudden flash on insight that left him breathless. His mother had done three additional movies after that break. She’d been almost twenty-one.

And later that year she’d give birth to him.

Holy fucking Christ. His mother had done three movies while she’d been pregnant with him. He’d been inside her while she’d been fucking men on camera.

Josh’s whole body tightened with sudden desire, and he had to close his eyes and bite his lip before he did something kartal escort bayan stupid. Because all he could think about was going home to his computer and watching one of those films.

All he could think of was that he’d been inside of her once while she’d been fucking, and he wanted to be there again. *** “Dude, what had you so fired up this morning?” Kevin asked, after taking pity on Josh and driving him home.

And, like his mouth was completely separate from his brain, Josh heard himself say, “I want to fuck my mom.”

He froze in mortification, but Kevin just grinned. “Dude, everyone wants to fuck your mom. I’m pretty sure people who don’t even know your mom want to fuck your mom.”

“Man, I’m being serious,” Josh scowled, getting out of the car as they pulled up to his house.

“So am I, man,” Kevin said, just as solemnly, as he followed him inside. “So am I. Your mom is a full on hottie.”

“And I’m her son,” Josh said pointedly.

Kevin sprawled back on the couch, full of cool and easy grace. “Doesn’t mean you’re blind, man. So what’s the big deal anyway? You have a wet dream about her or something?”

“Or something,” Josh muttered, and then figured, what the hell, he’d already gone this far. “You remember that porn we watched on Friday?”

“I remember you lit out of there like your dick was on fire,” Kevin replied with a smirk.

Josh huffed a laugh, and then dropped down next to Kevin on the sofa. “You remember that hot chick, the blond one with the rack?”

“Yeah,” Kevin said dreamily, his eyes half closed.

“Yeah,” Josh said softly. “Now think of her with brown hair, straight and shorter. Think of her a little curvier, more filled out, and with less makeup.”

“Mmmm,” Kevin said, shifting further into the couch, and Josh glanced down long enough to see that Kevin had a pretty good imagination and knew what he wanted to do with it.

“Okay,” Josh said, his voice going clipped and a little hard. “Now think of her ten years older and wearing a baseball jersey while she cheers at our little league game.”

And Josh saw the moment that Kevin got it, his whole body tensing up and his eyes flying open in realization. “Holy fuck!”

Josh nodded.

“Holy fuck!” Kevin said again, leaping to his feet. “You’re mom’s a total porn star!”

“Not so much star, but yeah,” Josh said. “Yeah. ” He dropped his head back on the couch, staring blindly up at the ceiling, as Kevin stood slack-jawed in front of him. “Kind of puts a different spin on a few stray fantasies when you’ve seen her naked and fucked, and jacked yourself raw while doing it.”

“Josh,” Kevin said, seriously if a little breathless. “You’ve got to be straight with me here, man.” Kevin waited until Josh was looking at him again before he continued. “Are you telling me that you have, in this house right now, under your mother’s roof, movies of her having sex.”

“Yeah,” Josh said finally, voice rough and dry. “Yeah I do.”

Kevin looked almost angry for a second, his mouth going pinched and tight, and his face flushing red.

“Then as a friend,” Kevin said sternly, “I’m now saying that you’re a fucking asshole, and why the hell didn’t you say something in the first place?”

Kevin was practically yelling by the end of it as he grabbed Josh’s arm and yanked him off the couch.

“I mean, Jesus, we’ve already wasted like fifteen minutes,” he exclaimed, dragging Josh into his bedroom and closing the door.

“What the hell?” Josh asked, but it was obvious what Kevin meant, because he was already toeing off his shoes and working on his jeans.

“Well come on,” Kevin said, nodding to the computer, his eyes bright with anticipation.

Josh rocked back on his heels and smirked. “You’re supposed to talk me out of shit like this,” he said, hooking his thumbs in his pockets. “You’re supposed to think I’m a pervert.”

“I already know you’re a pervert,” Kevin said, his voice muffled as he dragged off his t-shirt. “And when have I ever talked you out of anything?”

He wasn’t quite hard in his boxers, but he was getting there, and he was grinning wildly like Josh had given him the best present ever.

Josh escort maltepe could help but grin back, because this was almost normal. Kevin had made this normal because they’d been friends since they were ten — trading comic books and handjobs, ghost stories and girlfriends — and Josh knew Kevin’s body like he knew his own. Loved Kevin like a brother, and maybe this whole thing with his mom wasn’t really all that weird.

“You honestly think I’m going to just stand here and let you jerk off to my mom?” Josh asked lightly.

“I honestly think,” Kevin said cheekily, before skinning out of his boxers, “That you’re totally going to join in while I jerk off to your mom.”

Kevin didn’t have anything to be embarrassed about. Certainly not physically, with his messy black hair, tanned skin over lean muscles, and heavy cock between his legs. And not emotionally either, because it wasn’t his mom.

But it wasn’t all that different either. Josh’s mom had bandaged just as many of Kevin’s hurts, had taken him camping with Josh, and had even taken care of him one year when he’d been sick and his parents had been away. They’d roamed wild in Josh’s house for years, so maybe it wasn’t so different for him. And maybe that was why he’d accepted it so easily from Josh.

“Grab the lube,” Josh said, shoving him towards the nightstand, “I’ll start the show.”

On the way to his computer, Josh shed his clothes, almost tripping over his pants in his haste. He quickly scanned the titles, searching for one of the ones she’d done at twenty, his hand almost absently curled around his cock.

“Dude, you’re blocking the view. Get your skinny ass over here.”

Josh laughed and crossed the distance in two steps, settling on the bed next to Kevin. “We are so sick and twisted,” he said, shoving a pillow behind him, and leaning back, his cock sticking out in front of him like a beacon. “I really mean that.”

“You’re sick and twisted,” Kevin replied. “I’m just watching porn.” Josh opened his mouth for rebuttal, but Kevin elbowed him in the side and said, “Now shut the hell up before I fuck your face and you don’t get to see any of this.”

And that would be a damn shame, Josh thought, as he watched him mom come on screen. One big fucking shame.

Because she was still gorgeous. Filled out some from the earlier movies, her hair cut short short, like a pixie, but still more blond than he was used to. The camera panned from her recognizable smirk to beautifully full breasts and her waist that was just slightly thick around the middle.

He could hear the guy behind the camera ask, “What made you come back?” as he panned down her panty covered pussy and long, long legs.

He moved back up to her face as she answered. “Actually,” she said wickedly, “you’ll be the first to know.”

“Know what?”

The camera zoomed back a little to see her hands caress the skin over her belly. “I’m pregnant. Four and a half months.”

“Jesus Christ,” he heard Kevin whisper, the slick sound of his hand on his cock almost drowned out by Josh’s breathing. “That’s you. You’re inside her.”

“Yeah,” Josh said roughly as his mother’s hands moved over her slight baby bump. “Yeah, I am.”

Sick and twisted, he thought again, but it didn’t matter, because his mother was unhooking her bra, freeing her pregnancy large breasts, cupping them and pinching the nipples, her face flushed with pleasure.

The man who stepped on screen was pale haired — like his mother, like himself — and he feasted on her breasts, suckling them, biting them gently as his hand caressed the bump of her stomach, and then slid easily into the dark red lace of her panties.

Josh could feel Kevin next to him, the muscles in his arms bunching and flexing as he pulled rhythmically on his dick, just as Josh was doing. But Josh couldn’t pull his eyes away from the screen, from his mother as she threw her head back and moaned, the man’s fingers working inside her beneath the damp red fabric.

“I want to taste her,” Kevin said, breathless with want. “Her mouth, her skin.”

“She’s soft,” Josh said, thinking of every time her arms had come around him in a hug. “And strong.”

And pendik escort she looked it, up there on the screen. She looked vital and powerful as the man knelt at her feet and peeled her panties down her still slim legs. He guided her to the couch, and she laid a hand on his head for a brief moment: like a benediction.

The camera moved in close as the man spread her thighs, and Josh could hear Kevin’s breath hitching, and then his moan. She was shaved again — bare and clean and begging to be tasted — and Josh yearned so badly to be the one spreading her with his tongue that he was leaning forward before he even realized it.

“I bet she smells amazing,” Kevin said, breaking Josh out of his daze. “She always smells good, but man.”

Pots and jars and bottles of mysterious creams and lotions that Josh had avoided, but he could imagine her rubbing them on her skin, could imagine the faint taste of it as his tongue touched her breast, her belly, her inner thigh.

She was writhing now, spread open and moaning, thighs trembling in teasing pleasure. The man drew his mouth back from her only to plunge two fingers inside, bringing his mother up off the couch with a wordless cry.

“God,” Kevin said, his hand moving faster on his dick, the other cupping his balls. “God, can you imagine how tight and wet she is?”

And Josh could. Could see her pussy glistening with proof of her pleasure, could see the clench of her swallowing up the man’s two thick fingers.

“In the last one,” he started, licking his dry lips before continuing. “In the last one she was fucking a guy and a girl. The guy was in her ass and she was fucking the girl and her own cunt with a two-headed dildo. It was-it was the most amazing thing I think I’ve ever seen,” he gritted out before gripping his cock hard as he mother shuddered and gushed, her come squirting out of her in one long stream.

She trembled when she was done, and then begged with her whole body as she dragged the man on top of her and fed his cock into her pussy.

“I think this is going to kill me,” Kevin said roughly.

“Yeah,” Josh said, starting to stroke again. “Just imagine having to sleep down the hall from her after watching this. Imagine wondering if she’s remembering her past life and all the men she’s fucked: her fingers inside her own pussy, a vibrator against her clit. Imagine her fucking herself in the ass with a dildo, burying her head in a pillow so you don’t hear her moans down the hall.”

And it was the wrong thing to say — or maybe the right one — because Kevin tensed and shouted; his come hot on Josh’s stomach like a brand.

“Imagine walking down the hall to her closed door in the middle of the night, hard and aching, and knowing that you can’t ever do anything about it because you’re her son; you got to be inside her cunt once so you can’t ever be in there again.

His mother was facing the screen now; her face slack with pleasure, her hands cupping her breasts. She was astride the man on the couch behind her; the only part of him that was really visible was his cock spearing up into her. He was anonymous. He could have been anyone.

He could have been Josh.

Taking his mother’s hips in his hands, feeling her soft skin and her pulsing cunt as she came apart around him.

The man’s cock stuck up lewdly between her legs, rubbing against her clit, as she came again, spraying his dick and the couch and the floor with come. She grabbed his cock again; sliding it over her slippery pussy and then pushing it back inside.

He almost couldn’t reconcile his steady and dependable mother with this woman who couldn’t seem to bear being without a cock inside of her, but he wanted to. More than anything he had ever wanted in his entire life.

He wanted to see his mother come apart at the seams, trembling and shaking with the force of her own orgasm from Josh’s fingers, his mouth, his cock. He wanted to see her wrecked and almost weeping with pleasure as she took him inside of her again and again and again.

His own orgasm was inevitable; like a tidal wave finally crashing down over him as his mother rode the cock in her ass, and the three fingers stuffed in her cunt.

He was still twitching with aftershocks when he glanced over to see Kevin already half hard again.

“I’m going to hell,” Josh said over his mother’s moans.

“Yeah,” Kevin agreed, without taking his eyes off the screen. “Save me a seat.”

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Birthdays. Perfect opportunities for surprises. And if Laura really loved anything, it was surprises. A smile ever-so-slightly danced across her face as she pushed open the doors to the bar. She was imagining John’s look of shock and surprise that she would hopefully see later tonight if all went as planned. He was a quiet, calm person by nature but if there was anyone who could procure a reaction from him it would be her.

Tugging him gently after her, she let the whole bar get a good look at her long thin legs that she believed to be her best assets. However her knee high boots, short, clinging skirt and tight top did an excellent job showing off the rest of the assets on her tall, thin frame. Small but pert chest, narrowing to a small waist, and an ass that been described as “ideal.” She brushed her long blonde hair out of her sparkling eyes and cast him a mischievous smile before skittering away to the bar to order her boyfriend a drink.

John followed her with his eyes, and then walked after her at a decidedly calmer pace. His tall, sinewy frame ached to pull her to him and take her back to her apartment right then and there. But he knew she would not be content until she caused whatever trouble she was planning on causing. So he settled in with the drink she placed in his hand and wrapped the other arm gently around her waist.

People watching was their typical bar activity of choice, and there was ample opportunity tonight. Laura too was scanning the crowds of giggling girls and proud young men, but her eyes were scanning too quickly. She was shrewdly assessing one and then another, until her silence became disquieting to her boyfriend. He opened his mouth to comment upon her unusual behavior when she abruptly turned towards him and his words were lost as he looked into her eyes.

“I’ll be right back. Stay here and drink some more,” she said, somehow acquiring another drink and setting it next to his nearly empty one. For herself a shot of what smelled of Tequila arrived and quickly disappeared past her lips and down her throat. He simply shrugged at her retreating figure in response, and started on his next drink. However his eyes did not stray from those long legs, those curving hips, and that cascade of blonde hair.

She had intruded upon a group of about 6 girls, walking in as if she had known them for years. However her eyes were still intent on just one of them. She was not as tall as Laura, but the stranger’s 3 inch heels put her eye to eye with her. Her hair and eyes were dark as chocolate, and she listened intently as the leggy blonde talked quietly to her. John could hear them offering introductions; names, complimenting clothing, and other light conversation before Laura steered the conversation in a new direction.

“I have a proposition for you, Charlotte” Laura said bluntly. She wasn’t really much of a charmer or particularly charismatic, but her sense of humor and honestly often went just as far. She then leaned in closer to the dark brunette and whispered quietly. Her lips almost touched the Charlotte’s ears and as a result John could hear no more. Something about buying drinks. Eyebrows were raised, but then an almost equally impish smile flirted across Charlotte’s features as she nodded. Laura’s instincts were good; they made quite the pair.

And so the duo took a few shots of something dark and then trotted onto the semi-filled dance floor. They started dancing next to one another, on one another, as drunken girlfriends often do. However soon there were four eyes beckoning John to come and dance. Two strong drinks were just enough to ensure he kartal escort bayan felt nothing but intrigue as he walked straight towards the two of them. A questioning look in Laura’s direction was met with nothing but a naughty smile.

As the music started pumping there was suddenly hands and hips and legs everywhere. Laura was grinding her ass into his growing erection that had started the moment the girls had started to dance. Charlotte was behind him, running her hands down his back and sides as she sidled in close. Then the brunette was in front of him, straddling his leg grinding against him in her tight jeans and finding obvious pleasure in it. He was unsure where his hands could and should go with this unknown girl, and so he started running his hands slowly down her body. She responded accordingly and he could see the arousal in Laura at the same instant. Encouraged, his hands were free to roam on both girls’ chests, hips, and thighs.

At some point the girls ended up facing each other and dancing close. Their long arms were draped around each other in a tangled mess. Then their soft sweet lips were touching, parting, and tasting again. Slow at first, as if both of them were slightly unsure. But as they began to learn one another, what began as a charade quickly progressed into something more sensual. Charlotte’s hands cupped Laura’s ass over her skirt. Laura slowly traced around Charlotte’s nipples until they pressed out against the thin fabric of her top. Soft sighs and moans were just audible above the pounding of the music as the two curled inescapably closer.

John found himself standing there next to them with his erection straining against his jeans. However he certainly had no shame in it, for he was a mere duplicate of a large proportion of the males in that establishment. Sure girls got drunk at the bars and made out sometimes. But seldom were they this attractive, and even less often were they truly enjoying it. Finding both at the same time left some males unable to look away, to the annoyance of their female counterparts.

If Laura had wanted to surprise her boyfriend on his birthday, she had certainly done just that. And the shocked yet obviously aroused expression on his face was just as she had hoped and more. Yet she was also surprised; she had not expected to have responded so readily to Charlotte’s touch and be so able to return the favor. They pulled away eventually, with cheeks flushed and eyes glittering. The brunette gave the couple a long look before trotting back to the bar, at least 6 young men following after her.

John looked down at his girlfriend and proceeded to pull her against him as tightly as possible. “Laura,” he said, and then stopped. He had that broad smile on his face that made her heart absolutely melt. The sort of smile she would do nearly anything to catch a glimpse of. His hands trailed gently down her sides, past her hips to the bottom hemline of her skirt. Ever so slowly he traced up her thigh and then felt the dampness of the bright pink thong she liked to wear when she was wanted to feel especially sexy. His groan of arousal perfectly matched her gasp of longing as he pushed the thin piece of fabric aside.

“BODY SHOTS,” a sharp female voice yelled across the dance floor. Then suddenly Charlotte appeared, looking a bit more drunk than before, and started dragging Laura away from John. His first instinct was to pull his girlfriend back towards him, pull her out the doors, and slam into her behind the next available bush. However he did not react quickly enough and instead was left following her as the escort maltepe blonde was led back over to the bar.

There were plenty of hands to help her up on to the bar. Perhaps too many hands landing not always in the most appropriate of places, but one way or another Laura found herself on her back on the bar. Her elbows were propping her up as she stared at the smiling brunette kneeling between her legs. Charlotte put her hands on Laura’s waist and slowly pulled up her top to sit right underneath her chest. A belly button ring with a coiled up snake was revealed to the entire bar; all of the male patrons were once again staring in their direction.

It was obvious that this ritual was familiar to Charlotte, but to Laura it was a new experience. Therefore, when Charlotte bent her head down and licked just above Laura’s waistline she let out a small involuntary moan. Perhaps to keep her quiet, a lime slice was placed in her mouth by the bartender and salt was sprinkled where Charlotte’s tongue had just been. Tequila was then poured slowly down Laura’s slim stomach as Charlotte quickly and efficiently licked and sucked until every bit had disappeared. The dark eyed girl then crawled forward, letting her thin body sink down on to Laura’s. The lime that had been resting in Laura’s mouth was bit into by Charlotte and the juice ran into both of their mouths. Promptly they were both helped down off the bar and assaulted by more than a few pairs of hungry eyes.

She didn’t see anyone but her boyfriend however, as they locked eyes for a short moment that felt like forever. Over time they had gotten incredibly good at silently reading one another, and the message was quite clear. He wanted her. He needed her; to be near her, to be in her. Meanwhile a combination of incredible longing and alcohol left Laura in a near frantic state of desire. The 5 steps between them had a gravitational pull that left her nearly breathless as she started to bridge the span.

“Laura told me that I should give you this,” Charlotte appeared abruptly between the pair with a drunken grin. The blonde was glued to the spot, and John was forced to move his eyes to the girl now right in front of him. Although she was no means a short girl, she too was dwarfed by his tall frame and came up to somewhere around his chin. He was expecting another drink, or a shot, but instead her hand came up behind his head and pulled him down to meet her lips. Whatever he was expecting, it hadn’t been that and he froze for a split second before the brunette deftly slid a mint from her mouth into his. His lips then softened and they drunkenly explored each other’s mouths for more than a few moments.

Laura had been expecting that particular event; she had bargained for it at the beginning of the night. However she had not been expecting the kick to her stomach she felt as she saw John kissing another girl. All of her breath left her as she stared wide-eyed and wondered just what she had done. One of the young men who had been enjoying the previous female/female spectacles started to say something in an effort to hit on her, but about 3 words in she told him to fuck himself. Her eyes didn’t so much as glance his way as he slunk off in some other direction.

Once the initial shock wore off, she was filled with a whole different set of sensations. She was definitely turned on by watching the pair, however it was more than that. There was an overwhelming feeling of possessiveness flowing through her blood. He belonged to her, more than anyone else ever had. The urge to prove to him and herself that he was hers had her pushing pendik escort through the crowd right as the pair pulled away.

“I’m taking him home now,” she said, taking his hand. “Thanks so much Charlotte, it was nice to meet you.” Laura then pulled the girl close with her unoccupied hand and they shared a long deep kiss that got all three of their hearts racing. The second she was done, the girl was pulling and dragging her boyfriend out of the bar and towards her apartment. He was slow at first, still being in a bit of a daze. His girlfriend had just managed to create the type of scenario most men only dream of without even batting an eyelash.

“Are you okay?” he ventured after he had regained his bearings. He was having a hard time reading her.

“Oh I’m doing just fine,” she nearly purred. “I’m just trying to get you home so I can fuck your brains out.” She was hardly ever his frank, and as a result John ended up letting his hands run nearly everywhere on her tall thin body as they continued to walk. As they passed a brick wall, he suddenly felt himself pressed up against it by his girlfriend with more force than was expected.

“You are mine,” she said, putting her hand on his cock over his jeans. She squeezed it gently and then rubbed up and down slowly. “And I have to make sure you don’t ever forget it.” She then squeezed forcefully enough to cause John to sharply inhale, and kept on walking. He followed after a bit behind just to watch her walk. His girlfriend tended to enjoy playing the submissive role, and this new dominant, slightly aggressive girl was driving him crazy.

The moment they entered the hallway of her apartment complex they were enmeshed as they tried to taste as much of one another as possible. 2 flights of stairs were a wild struggle as she pulled his shirt off and opened the door. Soon enough she was unbuttoning his jeans, and pulling down his boxers to his knees. It was one push and a few backwards steps that landed him in the easy chair of her living room. With her boots still on she took a moment to slowly, teasingly slide her soaking thong out beneath her dress and over her knee high boots.

Her eyes were focused on his long, thick cock that was already throbbing with desire as he stared hungrily his girlfriend. She took her time pulling her top up over her head with an excess of wriggling about, followed by unhooking her bra. As her nipples hit the open air they instantly perked up, assisted by Laura as her hands went up to fondle her own breasts. John moaned and his member reached ever more towards his girlfriend as she let her skirt drop to the floor.

Suddenly she was straddling him, and he could feel her moist lips resting in his lap. A moment of movement and then just the very tip of his cock was poised to plunge into her. Her hands were gripping the back of the chair on either side of his head, and then she swiftly thrust her hips towards his. They both gasped audibly, but Laura quickly started thrusting back and forth. With her arms acting as leverage, she was able to bury his member deep inside of her. With her G-spot being stimulated, and her clit grinding against his pelvic bone, Laura soon found herself in the waves of an oncoming orgasm. Her thrusting became more erratic, and she found herself bucking against him in a desperate chase after her climax.

She could hear John’s breath getting deeper, and she felt herself reaching her peak. As her vagina clenched and pulsed around him she reached down with one hand to pinch his nipple. The combination pushed him over the edge. He reached up and squeezed her ass and then thrust his hips to plunge into her forcefully a few times before coming inside of her. As he came down from his high he pulled her close and wrapped his arms tightly around her.

“This is by far the best birthday I have ever had,” he whispered quietly into her ear.

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Dear Readers, This part mainly contains the 9 months period during which Daisy was separated from her parents for her higher studies. Initial part of the story contains no steamy scenes! But I assure you of that in the later part of this chapter. Now listen to Daisy and her parents about their feelings during their separation. As before please read the earlier chapter’s to get the continuity.

……..”Sure baby, we will do that, but later. Since our first session took almost till noon, we need to prepare something for lunch and get the energy for the afternoon session.”

Both Dad and me kissed Mom on her cheeks and let her go………

PASSION FOR DAD Ch – 4

Daisy:

Finally I have finished my studies and I should say, I finished it in style with flying colors! I topped in all the subjects beating others by yards! I even got gold medals in Finance and administration.

It was hell of a separation. That too immediately after I was initiated to sex. In fact within hours should be more apt!

Initial days were very difficult, what with me having a sore pussy, my nostrils still smelling of cum, the bruise marks on my tits… the list is too long I am sure. But all these had successfully succeeded in making me to think more about the steamy scenes I had with my Dad and Mom.

Even it must be the same with them too, as they kept calling me over my cell phone. I had to put a stop to it as the calls never allowed me to concentrate on my study. I just switched off the cell and threw it away in the drawer and forgot about it until now.

Other than going to Bank for my expenses for which Mom had kept more than sufficient fund in my account, and attending my classes and library, I never ventured out of my room. I immersed my self in the books.

I won’t deny, yes I used to get horny thoughts once in a while, but you will not believe it if I tell you that I didn’t indulge in any kind of sexual activity. Forget about going with boys (there were many hunks in my college campus who were continuously trying to get in to my pants! Modesty does not allow me to boast about myself, but I do look good with above average height and long legs. I even got an award for slimmest waist and best figure in college competition!), I didn’t even allow my fingers to please myself. I wanted to maintain complete celibacy. I lived like a Nun in a monastery for 9 long months!

Not any more! Not even a single day I can lead this kind of life. I have just fished out my cell phone and hooked the plug for charging its battery. I am going to call Mom right away and ask her to cum with Dad to pick me up.

Merlin & Harry:

Oh! What the hell we have done to our poor little baby? We are cursing ourselves for taking this harsh decision of sending her away!

Daytime somehow we get busy in our work, but nights were hard! We continuously think about our daughter and the pleasure she gives in our life, even before sexual intimacy, right from the day she was borne, she was a bundle of joy in our life. She was the sparkling star in our otherwise dull life. Money, we have in abundance but nothing can be compensated to have Daisy around us. We had never allowed her away from home for even a single day! Even our daughter never wanted to be away from us. Even she never went alone to her grandparents for a nightcap. If either of us were not with her then for the night she will rush back to home!

We just don’t know, how all of a sudden our baby has managed to stay for all these months alone. She is basically a homely girl, not at all comfortable with outsiders. She hates to party.

All said and done, she has a very strong kartal escort will power. Since it was decided by all of us, she is sticking to it. Forget she calling us, when we call her she says not to disturb her. Then she has switched off her Mobile phone. Though we wanted to go and see her in her college, we were scared of her reaction. Definitely she would not appreciate we visiting her.

The way Daisy was leading a missionary life made us to decide not to have any sex as long as she returns home, though at times it was a difficult decision, we have still maintained it in honor of our daughter.

At least on the second part of our decision, that is finding a nice boy for her marriage, we have succeeded a little bit. We have a nice man of 24 years who has recently joined our organization as an executive fits the bill. We have promoted him twice in 8 months. Not with any ulterior motive, but he was good and he deserved it. Looking at the way he works, its not long before that he becomes a vice-president! We want Daisy to take care of him. We have decided not to interfere after we introduce them to each other; it’s going to be purely her choice. But yes, we wish they get married, it will be a perfect marriage as both of them has brains and beauty!

We just got a call from Daisy’s Dean, congratulating us for Daisy’s outstanding remarkable performance. We felt so proud of her. We in turn congratulated each other for having such a beautiful intelligent girl as our daughter.

We have been trying to call her on her mobile, but this girl has not yet switched it ON, we were getting worried, what if this girl has carried herself too far and decided to lead a complete missionary life. She must hate us so much…

Both of us rushed to the ringing phone, we were excited to see the caller ID display ‘Daughter calling…’ we switched on the speaker and shouted together, “Hi darling.”

We could not control ourselves when we heard her crying loud. We too wept with her. Finally between the sobs she said, “Mommaa… Daddy… come and take me home.”

Still talking to her, Merlin picked up the other phone and called the pilot to get the jet ready in a jiffy.

Harry said, “Right away baby, we will be there in 3 hours, get to the airport we are coming in our jet.”

As the jet taxied and stopped, she immediately climbed up the steps and hugged us. Our pilot didn’t require any more instruction to take-off.

When we reached home, it was mid night. Daisy was already fast asleep and Harry had to carry her to the bed like a baby and take out her dress. Poor girl, she must be very tired. Both of us slept on either side of her, cuddling her in our arms.

With the thought of next two days, as they were weekend, thinking about a perfect memorable homecoming we slipped in to sleep.

***

Late in the morning, I woke from my slumber to the delicious feeling of being hugged by both Dad & Mom. They were beautifully sleeping with Dad holding my right tit and Mom holding my left tit. I slipped my hand down to Dad’s semi erect dick. When it is not fully erect, I can cover it in my one hand. I pulled the foreskin back to the base and moved my hand up and down. Dad must have felt that he is having a wet dream! Within no time I had a fully erect all of 10 inches of hard dick standing proudly in my hand.

Without disturbing either of them, I slipped out and straddled Dad sixty nineing him with my pussy directly above his mouth and his dick just inches away from my mouth. I held his dick in one hand and started to flick his cum slit with my tongue. Then I started to move my tongue in circular motion maltepe escort bayan around his dick head. His foreskin was completely back to its base. I took only the dick head in to my mouth as I gave a nice suction to it.

Dad must have smelt my aromatic pussy on his nose, without his knowledge his tongue started to make long sliding movement over my pussy lips. I didn’t wanted to wake him up right now. I controlled myself by not pressing my pussy much on him.

Dad started to lift his ass up wanting me to take more of his dick in my mouth. As I felt his balls, it was so heavy as if it was holding a huge amount of cum preserved just for me, saving it all these months!

I slowly got up and mounted over Dad keeping my knees by the side of him. I held his hard swollen dick in both hands and guided it to my wet dripping pussy. I started to sit on it. I slowly immersed his dick in to my pussy. Oh! It was a bit difficult to get him all the way in to my pussy all on my own, as my pussy was out of touch and was behaving as if it was still a virgin and not fucked before!

I must say I took hell lot of time to finally succeed in getting Dad’s dick completely in my pussy, that too without making Dad to wake up! Cherishing the feeling of his hard long dick filling me up, I just bent myself on to Dad’s wide chest. After a moment of idleness, I started to lick Dad’s small nipple. I felt the sudden enlargement of his dick head when I started to chew on to his nipple, and bite it once in a while.

When I shifted to his other nipple, Dad was wide-awake grinning from ear to ear. I kissed him good morning and started to hump his dick wild. After kissing me, Dad took a tit in his mouth and gave a sucking it deserved, making me to fuck him harder.

Suddenly Mom woke up to my loud moaning. Holding his waist for support, I was riding Dad’s pole like a bitch in heat, which I was.

I started to yell choicest obscenities, “Daddy, I am fucking you hard, and this bitch of yours is fucking your cock as never before. Look at Mom, she is all eyes and ears to look at her baby fucking her husband.”

“Yes Daisy baby, fuck Dad hard baby, you are doing wonderful. That fuck tool of your Dad’s is all yours. Fuck him as you please. Just keep fucking him till you cum.” Saying this facing me, Mom straddled Dad’s face with her pussy on his face. She bent herself to my tits and started to give a suckling like a baby.

As I humped Dad’s dick with a feverish pitch, Mom also humped Dad’s face. Then she took my face in her hand and kissed me full on my lips nibbling on to it she inserted her tongue deep and started to fuck my mouth with her long tongue. Then Mom whispered, “Honey, now you can stop the pills. “

“Hey Momma, I stopped it long ago, there was no need for me to take the pills for all these nine months! More over I know it, that immediately after stopping the pills, I should not conceive for next two months, as it will affect the baby. Now I am all ready and fertile to have Dad’s seed in my womb to get his baby.” I told her my preparations and how much I have mentally prepared!

“Oh! My darling baby, how much I love you! You are really a gem! I can wait for my cum. Another hour doesn’t make difference for nine months. But let me give Dad all to yourself. We too abstained from sex for all these months! Now Dad’s balls are filled with nine months cum just waiting to get emptied in your womb.” She relieved herself out of Dad’s face and sat on the bed just watching us fucking. I realized the reason for the heaviness of Dad’s balls.

“Oh! Momma… Daddy… poor guys, I never realized you would do something escort pendik like this. Thank you so much for sharing the pain with me. I love you so much.”

“Okay okay, lets stop praising each other and get along with you getting pregnant! Daisy baby, for a start, how about me getting on top of you and fuck you hard and deep. That way we can ensure that, all my seeds are safe and home in your womb?” Dad howled.

He didn’t even wait for my response, still having his dick intact in my pussy he lifted me up turned around laid me on my back and leaving no time to waste, started to fuck me. “Yes baby, I have been waiting to get in to this tight cunt for such a long time, there was never a night without dreaming your wet tight cunt.” I think he meant what he said.

Now it was Mom’s turn to prod, “Hey man, give that glorious stock of cum to our beautiful daughter’s cunt, empty everything in her, don’t hold back anything. She has to get pregnant in this fuck itself! Fuck her deep, fuck her deep till your long hard dick touches her womb.”

Dad didn’t require anymore prodding or encouragement, he bent himself on to me crushing my tits with his wide chest and put his hand below my back and held me tight. I realized this is the only preparation he is going to make before he fucks me hard and deep.

With my legs tightly crossed on his ass, my thighs crushing his waist, I put my hands on his back and pulled him tighter and still closer.

I moaned out loud, “Daddy give me your cum, give me your fucking cum in my cunt. Flood it with your all saved cum for me. Fuck your daughter and give her a baby. Fuck me hard and deep Daddy…” I felt Daddy going still and give a grunt. I felt that old familiar bulging deep in my wet cunt. Both of us clutched each other for dear life.

“Merlin Honey, I am going to cum in our baby’s cunt, I am fucking her deep and hard honey, our daughter is really amazing, she has not forgotten a single trick with her cunt. She is driving me crazy… I feel it was really worth waiting for all these months… now I can empty all my nine months collection of cum in her cunt … honey… I am going to make our daughter pregnant with my seed…” there was no end for Dad’s grunt…

“Yes darling, give all to her, fuck our baby hard, she has deprived herself for a hard cock for all these days… fuck our baby man… fuck her…make her pregnant with your baby.” Mom was no way less!

Dad gave a wild howl and bit my shoulder, and the sluice gate of the dam was wide open. Initially it started with a mild tremor in his cock, then the tempo built up as he started to push his cock deeper and deeper in to my welcoming pussy.

With the initial tremor itself, the wild sensation in my pussy started triggering my clit to throb. As Dad started emptying his cum in me I started to cum shrieking myself to glory, “Momma, Daddy, I am cumming… Daddy you are cumming in meeee… I can feel the eruption out of your cock daddy; it’s hitting my womb directly… Momma.. I hope I will get pregnant right now… Mommaa… Dad is flooding my cunt… his cum is overflowing… its started to trickle down on my ass… and he has not yet stopped cumming…. Oh! God, I can’t take it anymore… its so beautiful… Daddy… I am still cumming like you… its not stopping…aaaghhh…” I was just blabbering.

Later, when Mom told us, our lovemaking took almost 2 hours, that is without considering my play with Dad, when she was fast asleep. I giggled and said, “Momma, who said it has ended, it has just begun, I need to catch up for what I have lost!”

“You wicked girl, have mercy on Momma, allow her to get some piece of a meat out of Dad’s dick!” she teased me.

“Okay Momma, you can have him right now, I can see him still hard, fuck him to your heart’s content. Then he is all mine!” I obliged!

“Thank you darling for being so magnanimous.” then she mounted Dad.

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