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Justine dropped her novel on the couch with a sigh and looked around the silent room again. She was bored, bored, bored. The novel couldn’t hold her interest anymore, the radio was just clashing noise and the television had lost it’s appeal hours ago. There was never anything on television on Saturday nights; everyone went out on Saturday nights. Only geeks and good little girls who still babysat stayed home on Saturday nights. She sighed and strolled to the window to peer out at the driving rain again, hoping against hope that Mr. Walker would suddenly arrive home and relieve her. Fat chance. All she saw was her own sullen face framed by auburn ringlets and stormy blue eyes.

She sighed and shut the curtains. He had called an hour ago to say the business party was still going and he was expected to stay. Could she spend the night? Then he offered her a bonus and she couldn’t refuse. College began in the fall and she had to contribute half of her tuition and expenses; her parents would cover the other half. Not that she would have argued with that. For eighteen years, Justine had been the perfect dutiful daughter, doing exactly what was expected of her.

She picked up her coffee mug and snack plates and took them to the kitchen. It took all of 2 minutes to clean up her little mess and she came back into the living room. With a sigh, she decided to go up and check on the girls. At least, if she had to babysit, she couldn’t ask for nicer charges, she thought with a smile. John Walker was a widower whose young wife, Julie, had passed away two years ago from breast cancer, leaving him with their two girls, Amy and Michelle, now 8 and 10. Both girls were pretty, blond and blue-eyed like their mother had been and very well-behaved. They had their moments, but both obeyed her immediately she asked something of them. They had gone straight to bed at 8 o’clock and she knew they would still be sleeping, but it was something to do.

As she expected, both blond heads were snuggled against their pillows and soft snores filled the room. She sighed and slipped back out of their room quietly. As she closed the door, she glimpsed Mr. Walker’s bedroom door ajar. Curiosity got the better of her and, instead of shutting the door, she pushed it open and peeked into the room. In the last year or so of babysitting for the man, she had never looked inside his private domain and she felt a little guilty now for doing so, but that didn’t stop her from pushing the door open and strolling into the room for a better look.

It was definitely a man’s room all in a deep blue hue, the bed covered in a plain blue comforter and matching sheets. Not a stray item out of place anywhere, the room contained only the bed, one dresser and a desk in the corner with a laptop on it. Justine closed the door until it was just ajar and moved to the dresser, running her finger over it idly, noting that there was no dust even; Mr. Walker was a very fastidious man, it would seem. It was in keeping with the rest of the house though. Even with two active children, the house always seemed neat as a pin. The only item on the dresser was a picture frame containing a picture of the entire Walker family before Julie’s death.

She traced a finger over the frame looking at their happy faces; such a tragedy for them all. She had never seen Mr. Walker with another woman in the whole time she had been sitting for him. All his absences appeared to be business-related. He really was quite good-looking pendik escort and his whole face was alight in the picture as he smiled with his young wife and children. She thought he was around 30 although these days he seemed older, more somber.

On a whim, she opened the top drawer and smiled as she saw all this boxers and socks neatly folded and placed in rows. He probably had sex by the numbers, too, she thought and giggled. Not that she was any judge of how it should be done. Although she had her share of kisses and light petting, Justine was still a virgin. She sighed again. It was all in keeping with her good girl image, of course. For some reason, she was restless these days. She was feeling a need to break free from her everyday life. Justine put it down to the end of school and the short summer stretching out before she left for college.

Turning to the desk, she flipped the standby button and the screen sprung to life, revealing a plain Windows desktop and standard icons. “It figures,” she murmured. The man didn’t appear to have a creative spark in him beyond his work which she vaguely recalled was in advertising or something. She pushed the Internet connection and the browser opened up, revealing a popular news site. Justine clicked on the address bar and looked at the history of sites he’d been on recently.

“Hello,” she said aloud, “And what have you been up to, Mr. Walker?” She saw several sex sites listed in the history and clicked on one of them. Immediately she was taken to a members-only area and realized he had cached his password. This could be interesting, she thought, as she sat down to view the screen closer. The screen welcomed John Walker and told him he had email. Justine didn’t go to the mail section; she knew he would know someone had read his mail since most mail only remained marked as new until you opened it. Instead, she clicked on one of his preferred links and the screen flashed as the media player opened.

Justine’s mouth fell open as the movie began and a naked couple appeared on the screen. The woman was astride the man and bouncing up and down as his large hands covered her breasts. Her head was tossed back and they were both encouraging each other in extreme sexual talk. She had never seen anything like this and leaned forward in fascination as the hardcore sex continued, the camera switching between the couple’s faces, genitalia and then drawing back for a full picture. The noises they were making, the sounds of their bodies and voices along with the movement was very exciting and she moved her legs together as she felt the tingles starting between her legs.

When they reached the climax and their voices became more strident, Justine leaned back in amazement. That was so amazing, she thought, as she viewed the now frozen picture of the couple from the last shot. Mr. Walker certainly had some secrets, she giggled, as she clicked off the movie and checked the next link. A new movie opened in the media player and Justine leaned forward again. A shapely blonde was naked on her knees between the knees of an equally naked male with him seated on the couch. She was licking his cock in long strokes, looking up at him; he was looking back, stroking her hair. Again, this couple was talking as they performed and Justine felt her body responding.

What was happening to her? She had enjoyed boys’ attentions before, kissing them passionately and letting them feel her breasts and she had maltepe escort become excited, although she never allowed them to put their hands on her pussy. Again, that good girl image had taken over. But then, she had never felt such strong desires pulling at her with them. As she watched the blonde’s mouth slide over his cock, her head bobbing up and down and listened to the man encourage her, she felt the heat pooling in her pussy. Almost unconsciously, her hand slid between her legs, under her dress to press against her mound, pushing her damp panties against her clit.

Justine sighed quietly as she moved her fingers in slight circles, still watching the couple. The man pulled the blonde up onto the couch and was kneeling between her legs now, licking and stroking her pussy. The blonde had her legs in the air, holding them wide open with her hands and telling him how he was making her feel. Justine slipped her panties to the side and moaned as her finger slid along her wet pussy lips and dipped in to caress her hardening clit. She stroked it in cadence with the man’s tongue as he licked the blond, pushing her own legs wide apart under the desk to give her fingers freedom to move.

The blonde began moaning louder and crying out in orgasm and Justine felt fresh juices flow from her own pussy as she watched in fascination. The man pushed up from his knees and grabbed her legs, putting them against his shoulders as he reached down and grasped his hard cock, bigger than anything Justine had imagined and guided it to the blonde’s pussy. The blonde cried out for him to “Fuck me” and his cock disappeared into her pussy with one hard thrust.

Justine felt the answering pull in her own pussy as he fucked the blonde with quick, hard strokes, eliciting cries from the woman. The blonde kept up a steady stream of encouragement between cries, alternately demanding and begging that he fuck her and Justine felt herself wishing she could switch places and feel that hard cock inside her. The last thought was the impetus she needed as her finger stroked quickly over her clit and her orgasm burst over her. Justine shudder and sighed quietly, exactly as she had done for years of masturbating in the dark of her own room. Good girls did not do this, she knew, but it felt so damned good!

The couple on screen, on the other hand, were screaming and moaning loudly as they both came for the camera and Justine felt a prick of envy as they let it all out in ways she could not. For a moment, she felt a prick of guilt at her snooping and masturbating right at Mr. Walker’s own desk. She pulled her fingers from her panties and shut down the browser, going into the settings to delete the history first to cover her tracks. With a sigh, she pushed the standby button again and pushed the chair back in as she stood to survey the room.

Her eyes fell on the neatly-made bed and she wandered over, her hand lightly stroking the comforter up to the pillow. She sat on the edge lightly and kicked off her shoes then lay back on the pillow and spread her arms out on the bed. It was so comfortable, just firm enough and the feather pillows let her head sink lightly. She turned her head to the side and looked at the set of pillows there, probably placed only by habit from sharing a bed with his wife for so many years.

Justine reached out to touch the other pillow lightly and saw Mr. Walker’s face in her mind, imagining him laying there, a smile on his face kartal escort instead of the somber look he wore most of the time. Her fingers moved as if tracing his lips and she sighed as she imagined his hands reaching for her, drawing her body close and his mouth closing over hers in a passionate kiss. Her hand slide down her waist as his would, sliding along her thigh to the hem of her dress and slipping under it, caressing her bare thigh as it slid back up, pulling the dress with it.

The computer images flashed through her mind replacing their faces with hers and John Walker’s and she shut her eyes tightly to hold the image. Running her tongue over her lips, she imagined it was his tongue, his hand sliding across her belly causing her nerve endings to stand on end and her pussy to moisten again. She spread her legs apart as she lay back, slipping her fingers along her panty waistband, letting her nails rake her skin lightly. A moan escaped as her mind continued to generate the fantasy; in her mind’s eye, she saw John Walker’s hand pushing her panties down slowly and she lifted her hips off the bed to pull them off herself. It was his hand she saw travelling back up her inner leg, lighting caressing her inner thigh, tracing the crease and brushing against her tightly curled hairs on her pussy.

Justine lifted her hips off the bed again with a gasp as she slipped her finger between her wet, swollen pussy lips and across her sensitive clit. Her breathing increased as did the moistness below as her finger slid down to slip inside. Her tight virgin pussy gripped her finger, sucking it in and she moved it around, twisting it and rubbing her sensitive inner walls, pulling the sweet juices out and back up to her clit. Circling it slowly, she arched her back at the sweet sensations travelling through her body. “Yes, yes, John, lick my pussy,” she moaned as her fantasy took flight. She bent her knees up and spread her legs wider, her fingers moving swiftly over her clit as she imagined his tongue, licking and probing her young pussy.

Justine tossed her head back and forth on the pillow, her pelvis bucking as her fingers stroked and rubbed her swollen clit, driving her onwards to her orgasm. She had never had a fantasy this real before and her young body was responding as never before. Her breath quickened, small whimpers filling the air as she pushed two fingers into her tight pussy and reached down to finger her clit with her other hand. It was all she needed to drive herself over the edge and she drove her hips into the air as her finger moved faster on her clit, cumming over the fingers inside her pussy.

“Ah yes, yes, oh my God,” she moaned, her fingers flying over her clit to extend the feeling as long as possible. At last she shuddered to a stop, lowering her shaking hips to the bed and rubbing her ass down into the comforter. Justine opened her eyes briefly and looked around the room in a daze. She had never cum like that before; it had never seemed so real. She shut her eyes with a smile as her fingers slowly rubbed her tender clit and stroked her pussy inside. If only John Walker knew how he had just made her feel, she thought with a giggle, ending in a big yawn. She wondered what kind of a lover he was and had been with his wife. That was the last thought on her mind as her breathing slowed and she drifted off to sleep, her fingers stilling, but not moving from her pussy.

Downstairs, a key scraped in the lock, the front door swung open and John Walker slipped quietly into his house. He was so glad the party ended early than he had thought and he was certain Justine would be happy to get off earlier than she thought.

Part 2 to follow … where is the babysitter?

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The Awakening, Chapter 1, Early Years. A young couple begins exploring the boundaries of their sexuality.

May 1998. Their first time.

It was graduation day for Jennifer and Matt. They were thrilled to be out of high school. They met in the parking lot after graduation and made arrangements to go to each other’s graduation party. Both families were having graduation parties for their kids at their homes, but also knew that these two, who had been dating for about 6 months, were going to make the obligatory visits to each other’s party. The parents had seen how close they had become.

“Finally!” Jennifer exclaimed to Matt. “We are finally out of high school. I thought the last three months were going to last forever!”

“Well, it’s all over now,” Matt said as he held his girlfriend tight. He loved the feel of her strong, lithe body. She was about 5′ 5″ and only 105 pounds. But it was 105 pounds of the great body of a soccer player. She also had “nearly” blonde hair, meaning that she had been blonde most of her young life, but it was darkening just a bit and so she had some lighter highlights put in it. And her eyes! He couldn’t get enough of them. It wasn’t just the deep blue color, but the way they sparkled just for him. He thought, no, he knew, he was in love with this woman. And they hadn’t even had sex yet! He was not a virgin, having had sex a few times with his last girlfriend, but he knew that Jen was. They had not denied themselves access to each other’s bodies, but there had been no copulation. They had masturbated each other, and Matt thought that when she gave him a hand job that she almost worshipped his cock. It was just the way she treated it. She didn’t just jerk it off, she was almost making love to his cock. She had only gone down on him once and she was still shy about oral sex, but he was not concerned about that. He was in love.

“Yes, it is.” Jen said, breaking Matt’s reverie. “But the rest of our lives is just beginning. And I can’t wait!”

“Yes, I can see that.” Matt said, seeing that glorious sparkle in her eyes and getting the feeling that she was ready to jump out of his arms and catapult herself around the school.

“Okay,” Jen continued, giving him a quick peck, “I have to go. I’ll come to your place at 4 for the afternoon party and then we can both come over to my party at about 8.” Jen extricated herself from her boyfriends clutch and started to walk away, but turned just before he started to head to the parking lot. “I have a little surprise for you, too.” She gave him a conspiratorial grin and a wink, her eyes sparkling enough to cause a fire in his groin. She turned and walked away.

Matt almost got a hard on just thinking about her surprise. He was sure it was her virginity. They had talked about saving it for after graduation, and it was, well… after graduation. They were both going to the same college, but he wanted her. All of her. He was sure that he could never feel this way about anyone else.

The graduation parties were fun and both had their entire families pendik escort present at each party. Jen got to Matt’s party at about 4:15 and they stayed there enjoying the accolades from his family, and then they got into her car and went to her house and went through the same ritual. Finally, the party started breaking up about midnight and the family members were all departing. Jen and Matt said good-bye to everyone and then Jen said she was going to take Matt home. They got into Jen’s car and started toward Matt’s house. He wasn’t sure what was going to happen. She had not provided any hint of the surprise, but he was patiently waiting. Suddenly, she turned to head out of their small town, in the opposite direction of his house.

“Where are we going?” he asked, with a smile and fake surprise.

“You’ll see,” she said.

She drove out of town and turned onto a back farmer’s road, one he knew well. It had a row of about 5 weeping willows that kids liked to park under because it hid just about everything from view. She parked and turned to him.

“I guess you know what your surprise is.” Jen said.

“Well… I know what I hope it is.”

“What’s that?” she asked as she slid right up against him.

“Sex?” he asked, sheepishly.

“Yesss!” she hissed as she reached down and grabbed his cock. It was already hard from just the anticipation. “And I see parts of you are thinking ahead.”

” Jen, you know I love you, right?”

She pulled back and little and looked at him seriously. He could just make out the way her eyes searched his in the dark and shadows. “You know, I knew you were in love with me, but that’s the first time you’ve actually said it.”

“I know” Matt said quietly. “Are you angry about that?”

“No” Jen kissed him lightly. “But it makes me feel better about giving you my virginity.”

“That’s not why I said it.” He said defensively.

“Whoa. I wasn’t making an accusation; just an observation. I was going to give it to you anyway. I love you and I want to get this over with… now. I have to.” She started unbuttoning her blouse. Matt watched as she took off her shirt. She didn’t have a bra on, her perky little almost B cup breasts coming into view. She then started unzipping her skirt. It was a knee length skirt and it came off easily, but Matt was shocked to see that she had no panties on!

“Jen, where are your panties?”

“I’m going to get fucked tonight. Who needs panties?”

Matt looked up at her a little shocked. She had never used the “f” word that he knew of.

“Uh, hon, if you are going to fuck me (she drew out the word fuck and emphasized it for his benefit), then you need to take off your pants. “

Matt had them off in about 5 seconds, his shirt took another 3. When undressed he turned toward Jen and starting feeling her tits. They were small, like she was, and just as perky. They had the most fantastic nipples on them. When hard, they were irresistible. He loved to suck on them while he finger-fucked her and he started on that now. maltepe escort He sucked on her right nipple and put his hand down under her to feel that wonderful pussy. She always kept it shaved to a small triangle over the top because of the bathing suit she wore, and he loved just that little bit of pubic hair. He could feel it against his palm as he ran his fingers along her slit, searching for the Promised Land. He felt her grab his dick and it was like an iron bar.

She loved his body as much as he loved hers. He was the centerfielder for the baseball team and that meant young and healthy and in shape. He was about 5′ 11″ and 175 pounds, lean and strong, with just enough muscles to be fit, but not muscle-bound. She loved every square inch of his body.

“Mmmm… ” Jen moaned. “I love the way you suck on my nipples.”

Matt moaned as well. She usually wasn’t very vocal during their encounters. This was new and exciting. He continued to run his fingers through her slit, finding her vaginal opening and sticking a finger in. She was already getting wet. He moved his mouth up and they kissed furiously. She was always a fantastic kisser, but she was practically sucking his tongue out of this head! At the same time she was running her hand up and down his dick, feeling the way the circumcised mushroom head bloomed at the top. He was also starting to leak precum.

Finally, she broke off the kiss and said “It’s time Matt. I want to be fucked now.”

There’s that word again, thought Matt. He started to move so that he could get on top of her, but she put a hand on his chest to stop him.

“I think it will work better if you stay there.” He sat back and she climbed on his lap. He could feel the heat from her young pussy and her nipples were poking holes into his chest. He grabbed her ass as she got situated.

“Oh, god, Jen, you are so fucking hot!” He used the word fuck himself. It made him hotter. She had a good hold on his dick and was facing him, her knees on the seat either side of him, rubbing it against her pussy.

“I need to get your dick a little lubricated first.” she said. “I’m pretty wet, so it won’t take long. Mmmm. There it is. Can you feel it?”

Matt looked up at her, completely lust filled and said “Oh, yeah, baby. I can feel it. It feels like you’re putting my dick into a furnace.”

She smiled. “Okay. I’m going to put it into the entrance, but let me control it at first.” Matt just nodded and tried to control his reflex to fuck her. She slid down a couple of inches and Matt felt her pussy lips slide around his cock for the first time. All he could do is moan. She sat there for a second and Matt stared at her eyes. It was dark, but they both stared at the other, knowing that this was a moment to remember. Matt started to say something when suddenly she dropped herself forcibly onto his dick. She yelped and then it was over. She sat there for a second, getting used to the unfamiliar flesh buried deep in her pussy. Matt just stared at her face.

“Just a minute longer.” kartal escort Jen said. And so they sat like that. Matt stared at her face, feeling his dick buried in that wonderful, hot place, wondering what was going through her mind. He was in heaven as he looked her over; her nipples were so erect and hard and the sweat on her chest and tits was glistening in the small bit of light coming through the windows. And then she started rocking and moving on his dick. He moaned. He was not a virgin, but four fucks do not a master make.

“Oh… my… god!” Jen said. “This is so wonderful. I knew that I would love it and wanted you to do it tonight.” She started rocking harder and her breathing increased. Matt moaned again.

“Jen, you are so fantastic.” Matt ran his hands over her ass slowly, savoring the feel of those finely muscled, yet smooth cheeks. He ran them up over her chest, feeling those nipples, so hard and delicious.

“Mmmm” was all that she could say. She was rocking her hips pretty well now and Matt knew that he would be coming soon. His dick was throbbing and her cunt was flexing, sucking and pulling at his dick. Finally, he knew that he was moving faster than she was toward orgasm, so he reached down with his right hand, and pushed his thumb down onto her clit. She jerked, rocked harder and shouted “Oh, yes, Matt, right there… you’ve got it baby… oh, fuck, I’m cummmminnnngggg!” and she jerked once, twice, three times suddenly and then slowed to a steady circular movement of her hips.

Finally, Matt let loose. “Here it comes, baby. I’m going to cum in you. Oh, yeah… this is it, uugggghhh. Ugggghhh. Oh, fuck!” and he spurted and spurted and his body spasmed as it pumped her young no-longer-virgin pussy full of cum. He pulled her into him to feel the heat of their bodies locked together, her nipples poking him in the chest and her breath on his neck. He looked up at her with a smile, but then got worried. “Wait, should I have cum in you?”

Jen rose up away from him. “Oh, yeah, now you think about that” she giggled and punched him. “Yes, it’s fine. My mother and I went to the doctor and I started the pill last month. She wanted me to be protected in college. But our parents are not stupid. I think she knew what was happening because of the timing of my request.”

“You know I want us to be together at college, don’t you?” Matt said.

Jen flexed her pussy muscles and squeezed her legs together acting like she was angry. “You’d better not even think about fucking another girl, or you’ll lose this precious thing.”

“How can I think of fucking another girl when all I can think about is fucking you again… right now!”

Jen laughed. “No way, we both need to get home,” she said as she got off his lap. When she got up, cum dripped out of her pussy and onto his dick and legs. She looked down at it and could see even in the semi-darkness that it was tinged with blood. “Be careful. Get some napkins out of the glove compartment to wipe that up. I don’t want you going home with blood-stained cum on your underwear. Your Mom will know where it came from in a microsecond.”

Matt reached in for the napkins, wiped up the mess, and they dressed to return home. “College is going to be fun,” he thought.

Coming next: Part 2. Marriage.

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“Oh, honey, I am so nervous about this!”

“There is nothing to be worried about, every bride is assessed. My mom was, your mom was. Every married woman is assessed.”

“But my mom died so early. I feel like I don’t know enough or that my domestic skills aren’t up to snuff.”

“You had Mrs. Fields, that neighbor woman who took you under her wing. You’ll do fine!”

“I really hope you are right, honey!”

“What’s the worst that could happen?”

“We both know that, husband. If I fail my assessment, the assessor can dissolve our marriage!”

“That WON’T happen baby, you’ll do great!”

“That’s easy for you to say, you don’t have to spend an entire week with the assessor.”

‘Appraisals take time, love. Do everything the assessor says to the best of your abilities and you will do fine!”

“Oh, honey, I’d give anything to have your confidence.”

“Shush, darling and kiss me.” And that is just what the pretty blonde wife did. She and her tall and dark sawmill worker exchanged kisses for a long time before he swept her up in his arms and toted her to the bedroom. Their subsequent lovemaking was very sweet indeed. Samuel always made Mae feel like a queen and she tingled from their lovemaking for a long time.

The next morning, the wife of only a year, was in the stagecoach being transported three towns over. Brides were never assessed in their hometowns for a myriad of reasons. She fondled her travel pass; made sure her identification was in proper order before adjusting her bonnet. On the knee of her ankle length dress she balanced her copy of “The Bride’s Guide to Assessment.” Frankly, the book only exasperated her sense of ill ease. There was so much it didn’t reveal! Her town was so small, that it had no assessors, so Mae had never encountered the process first-hand. Never the most confident of women, Mae was convinced she was doomed to failure. Even now, in her head, she could hear the assessor informing her that she had failed. To be parted from Samuel! To be sent to a remedial wife center and then to be assigned to a new man, one willing to take her despite her earlier domestic and emotional failures! No! Her and Samuel’s love was too strong and too pure to fall to capricious fate. Mae would do all she could. As the book advised, “Obey your assessor implicitly!” She would take that dictum to heart.

May turned her attention from the book to the view out the window. Only once had she been this far from home and that was when she was a young girl and could not appreciate it fully. The landscape was beautiful, well-tended farms beneath wooded hills. The stage arrived at the town closest to her own. As the horses were exchanged, Mae went into the station to use the necessary. She hurried back to her seat as fast as she could. Failing to show up at the assessor’s house promptly was a sure recipe for failure!

Other passengers entered the stage. There was a salesman with a sample case who winked at May. A soldier on furlough who’s stares in Mae’s direction made her uncomfortable. There was also another woman carrying a travel pass and the “Bride’s Guide.” “Surely, it not her first assessment?” thought Mae.

She broached the subject with the attractive, redhaired older woman.

“Tenth-year assessment, darling. This is my third go-around. It should be a piece of cake, provided my assessor is not a jerk!”

“This is my first time,” confessed Mae.

“You didn’t have to tell me, it’s blindingly obvious! I was as nervous as you are my first time as well. The first assessment is the hardest, but you will learn so much about yourself and how to please a man, that you will remember it all your days.”

“But what if I fail?”

The redhead laughed, “How are your cooking and baking skills?”

“Not bad.”

“Do you follow instructions easily?”

“Most of the time.”

“Do you love your husband to the point that you would do anything to keep him?”

“Absolutely!”

The redhead smiled at Mae and said, “You’ll do fine then, girl!”

Mae suddenly felt much better. She really paid attention when the stage arrived at its second destination. This town was larger than her own. It looked like it had TWO opera houses in the downtown square! The local bank was a much more imposing edifice than the one she and Samuel were patrons of at home. She knew her final destination would be in a town even larger; she could scarce imagine so large a metropolis!

Certainly, it was large. The scale of her final destination was almost overwhelming. When Mae arrived at the station a message from the assessor was waiting for her. The young bride’s first task would be following the map and making her way through the warren of streets to the assessor’s home. Mae studied the map carefully. It looked less intimidating the more she pored over it. After a moment of panic in the unfamiliar streets, she bore down. Following the map and its plain instructions to the letter, she found herself, after a three-quarters-of-an-hour trek, pendik escort in front of a handsome edifice. The charming house was surrounded by a low white fence. Trying to stifle her nerves, Mae opened the gate and strode up to the front door and rang the bell.

A moment later, a dark, attractive middle-aged man stood in the open doorway.

“Assessor, Reynolds? I am Mae Stevens.”

“Ah yes, the bride of one year! You are right on time. Enter.”

Mae stepped into the house which she found neat and tidy and well furnished.

“I must check your ID, Mrs. Stevens. Please hand me your papers and place your right hand on this fingerprint reader.”

Mae did as the assessor asked. How hard could this first test be? She knew who she was and who would masquerade as her? He carefully checked her picture and her fingerprints on the card with those on the reader. Only after he was satisfied that Mae was the genuine article did he address her once more.

“Very good, Mrs. Stevens, May I call you Mae?”

“Yes, Sir!”

“Very good. Shall we begin, Mae?”

The pretty blonde nodded.

The assessor presented her with a box. “This contains your assessment attire. I shall leave the room for fifteen minutes. Take out the contents of this box, then take off everything you are wearing and fold it neatly in the empty box. After that, put on your assessment attire. I will come in and inspect you when the fifteen minutes are up whether you are fully dressed or not. Is that clear?”

“Yes, Sir!”

The tall handsome man strode out of the room. Mae watched him leave then froze for a moment before she chastened herself for dawdling and opened the box. Inside was lovely rose-patterned fabric but the dress itself was incredibly short! “Why this will expose nearly the entirety of my legs!” she said in shock. Still, she saw no possibility that this was some sort of cruel joke. She removed the rest of the contents of the box and then proceeded to divest herself of her clothing. Off came the sunbonnet. Her feet came out of the ankle-high shoes. She began to unbutton the long dress. For a moment she stood there in her underwear, corset, and stockings. She unhooked the stockings from her garter and rolled them down and off her exquisitely turned legs. She froze for a long moment. The next move meant partial nudity and then full nudity! She unlaced her front opening corset, freeing her prodigious bust. Gasping for air, she quickly stepped out of her step-ins and garter belt. For a moment she stood there, a blonde vision of loveliness while she sorted through the unfamiliar assessment clothes. Mae was one of those women unaware of their own beauty. Oh, she knew she was pretty, but she did not see what others saw in her. The nude woman was beyond stunning. Her golden hair was long and straight, her face, which could have come off a china doll was worthy of a great master’s portrait, with brilliant blue eyes, rosy cheeks, and carmine lips. Her long neck gave way to graceful collar bones and an ample bust. Each breast was surmounted by a light brown areola and a chance pink nipple. Her ribs flared to a narrow waist and long, graceful legs, the blonde thatch of womanhood, demonstrated that she came by her blonde locks naturally. Her feet were small and dainty with high arches and pretty little toes. Mae gasped for air before proceeding.

On went the lacy step-ins. On went the lacy bandeau. On went the dress. Seeing it fall only to mid-thigh once again shocked Mae, perhaps worse than that, it was ridiculously tight, fitting her torso almost like a second skin. Lastly, she stepped into the white kid boots. There was also a straw hat which Mae supposed was protection from the sun when she was out of doors. Mae shivered at that thought. To be seen in public in something so revealing, it just wasn’t decent! Mae thought some more the assessor had told her to remove everything. Mae assumed that meant the many pins in her hair. Just as she had chased the last one down and her straw-yellow hair fell to the middle of her back, the assessor returned.

“My, aren’t you a pretty one!” he said enthusiastically before ordering Mae to come to attention.

He paced a circle around Mae several times. She felt extremely uncomfortable with so much of her exposed.

“I see that you did not follow my instructions to the letter, Mae,” he said while gesturing to the large gold ring on the third finger of her left hand.

Mae’s eyes grew large and imploring.

“If you fail your assessment Mae, your wedding ring will be melted down to pay your passage to the nearest remedial wife school. While you must surrender it now, it WILL be returned to you once your assessment is completed; provided of course that you pass.”

He extended his right palm towards Mae who swallowed heavily and, with tears in her eyes, twisted off the ring that had not left her hand since her wedding day. She emitted a soft sob when she saw the assessor’s fingers grasp it, hiding it from view. He maltepe escort placed it atop her clothes in the box which he then picked up. He left the rattled Mae alone in the front room while he took all her worldly possessions and secreted them somewhere else in his large house. A moment later her returned.

“Your first test is rather easy Mae. Follow me to the kitchen, there you are to make a pot of tea and warm and butter the scones provided; then we will sit down for an interview.”

Mae suddenly felt much lighter. Certainly, she could pass that test!

Mae felt in her element as she brewed a fine pot of tea and warmed the scones in the oven.

She sat across from the assessor and he began speaking in a kind, pleasant voice.

“First off Mae, we should go over why wives are assessed. The government taxes real income and rewards “personal comfort” income. One can diminish the other. In other words, the amount of tax your husband pays on his gold earnings is reduced by various factors if he has personal comforts that are first-rate. In simple terms, the higher a wife is assessed the lower her spouse’s tax burden. Wives are assessed after one year, five years, ten, fifteen, and twenty years of marriage. The government has standards for what is expected of a wife, in the kitchen, in the home, in the market, and in the bedroom. Failure to meet government standards means that a wife is not up to snuff and her marriage was in error. If that should happen to you, your marriage would be dissolved, and you would be sent to the nearest wife reeducation school. After a year there being drilled and refined, you will be offered in marriage once more, though you will have no say in who your husband will be. If you fail, you could be assessed twice in three years, depending on how quickly you are remarried.

The government believes that wives are a bulwark of the state and that the tax burden on its citizens should be light.”

Mae nodded before asking nervously, “How often does a wife fail her assessment?”

“That is classified information. In any case, you won’t receive your confidential rating until the final day you spend with me although you will be tested each day. This tea is delicious by the way.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Wife assessing is a long and honored tradition in our country. Husbands are happy to have their tax burden eased and wives find comfort in knowing that they are a boon to their husbands and to society. It works very well, almost never does a wife fail assessment a second time.”

“I wish the “Bride’s Guide to Assessment” was clearer on the whole process.”

“Assessment is best experienced first-hand and not learned from a book, therefore the text all brides are issued is intentionally vague.”

“I was quite surprised by this outfit, for example,” said Mae as she indicated the tight, short dress.

“I have to see how you move and get a general estimate of your health. I can’t do that with you veiled neck to ankle.”

“Even so.”

“I may as well tell you now, Mae that I will be seeing all of you eventually.”

Mae’s face donned a shocked expression before she replied, “I don’t think my husband would like that!”

“He would dislike you not going home to him far more”

“What do you mean?”

“Lack of cooperation on a bride’s part is a sure way to fail. I am responsible for you for the next week. Until your time with me concludes, I am in charge of you and you are under my full authority. For the next week, I have all the rights and privileges of a husband.”

“Oh, my heavens!” exclaimed Mae.

“I MUST have a completely accurate assessment of you, Mae otherwise your time spent with me is meaningless.

“I vowed to be faithful to my husband!”

“You no doubt recall the phrase in your vows to “Obey all the laws of the land as they pertain to marriage.”

“Of course, but I thought those mean husbands only having one wife and to not beat their one wife and so forth.”

“As with every contract, Mae you have to examine the fine print.”

“That’s disgusting! You’re disgusting!”

“Insulting me is NOT a good idea, Mae. Bride assessment has been the law of the land for several centuries now. Surely your mother told you what to expect?”

“My mother passed away when I was twelve and the woman that took me under her wing after she died, refused to talk about assessment in any way. And it’s not a thing a father discusses with his daughter.”

“I’m truly sorry for your loss, Mae, but ignorance of the law is not an excuse for escaping it. Is that clear?”

There were tears in Mae’s eyes, but she nodded in the affirmative.

“Good, now I’m going to ask you to calm down. I have to take a detailed interview. This is going to cover your personal history, your marital history, and intimacy issues.”

He placed a Holy Book before Mae. “You are going to take an oath to be as honest as you possibly can. Remember, the Maker and Redeemer are watching.”

Mae kartal escort placed her right hand on the Book, raised her left and repeated the oath.

For the next several hours Mae answered questions that ranged from the deeply personal to the most mundane while the assessor checked boxes and made notes on a huge sheaf of papers. There was something to the manner of the assessor though, the more he spoke, the more he probed, the more Mae found herself opening up to him. When the questions began focusing upon her bedroom activities with Samuel, she answered every one without reservation, even the question as to how often and with what methods did, she stimulate herself!

“Very good Mae,” said the assessor at last. “As you can tell it is now early evening. Your next task is, using only the items you find in the pantry and the icebox, create an outstanding meal for two. You have three hours beginning NOW!”

Mae snapped out of her interview reverie and hustled to see what was available. She found a little beef, potatoes, onions, carrots, celery, an assortment of spices, tinned fish and flour and yeast. She quickly realized she had all the ingredients for an excellent meat pie. Looking further she found all the pans and utensils she would need. She gathered up the apron from its hook by the stove and plunged into work. This she could do! As to the assessors having the rights of a husband…well, she wouldn’t think of that now!

She had always loved the kitchen, ever since she was a small girl and could first help her mother. She had learned a great deal from her mother before her early death from cancer. Mae’s mother was prepared for the end however, she had sought out a tutor for her only daughter, Mrs. Fields, an elderly but reliable neighbor was more than happy to finish polishing Mae’s domestic skills. The slim blonde woman had learned much from the gray-haired matronly woman. She could now sew, bake, and cook almost without peer, but there were so many things that the older woman would not or could not provide Mae. When she became interested in boys, for example, she could not even broach the subject with Mrs. Fields. As to assessment, the older woman said only that “it was a necessary evil,” a remark that even now troubled Mae. Mrs. Fields had passed away only three months after Mae had married Samuel. The older woman was proud of Mae and said that she had found an exemplary husband, a sentiment to which she agreed wholeheartedly.

The oven was very hot, Mae wiped her forehead, she was warm, but could actually appreciate the brevity of her attire. Back home, making this same meal in her usual clothes, she would have already been drenched in sweat. She found she could move more easily without the long skirt and confining corset. “Maybe this outfit is not as perverted as I thought,” she recited to herself. She looked at the clock, dinner would easily be ready by the deadline. Through it all, the assessor looked on, watching her every move.

Mae set the table and used the ice scraper to fill two tumblers with ice. A bottle of fruit juice would slake their thirsts. She waited for the assessor to sit before serving him. She held her breath until he took the first bite.

“This is delicious Mae!” he enthused. Mae began breathing again. She had to admit, after tasting her handiwork, that she had done a fine job. The meat pie slid sweetly down her throat. The assessor had three helpings, so there was nothing left. That made Mae feel very good. “If the rest of the tests are like this…” she thought happily.

“Excellent dinner Mae, now you have an hour to clean up and straighten this kitchen. Begin now.”

“Yes, sir!” responded Mae as she quickly rose to her feet and began policing up the plates. Fortunately, Mrs. Fields had taught her the value of not using an excessive number of dishes and bowls when she made a meal or baked something because, “It all has to be cleaned in the end and the person doing that cleaning will invariably be YOU.” Mae actually finished her assignment early. She brushed back her golden hair and sighed heavily. She really wished that Samuel could have sampled that meat pie. He would have praised her for hours and planted sweet kisses on her lips and that would have led to… Mae noted the Assessor staring at her intensely and she blushed all over. “My goodness, it’s like he can read my mind!” she thought.

“Come, Mae,” announced the assessor, “because of the lateness of the dinner, which is certainly not your fault, it is now time to retire. I’ll draw a bath for you.”

“Thank you, assessor, sir but I think I am capable of that on my own.”

“Don’t you understand, silly girl? I’m going to bathe you!”

Mae’s mouth fell open and she sputtered like a fish out of water for several moments.

The assessor chuckled, “Your innocence and naiveite are endearing Mae, but they cannot interfere with the work we have to do. Wives are rated on aesthetic appeal as well as domestic skills. Now, stop being an embarrassed little girl and be an adult woman, perhaps for the first time in your life.”

“Yes, sir,” said Mae at last, softly. She reminded herself that she had promised Samuel that she would obey her assessor and she never broke a promise to her man.

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Jake is sitting in the straight back chair in his bedroom dressed as if he was getting ready to tee off on the local golf course. He is a good looking man standing right at 6 feet tall and in good physical shape with his sort black hair spiked up slightly in the current style. Only he is not looking out at the fairway anticipating where he will drive the ball, instead he is looking at his beautiful wife of 8 years with her long dark hair and matching dark eyes courtesy of her father’s Greek heritage. She is 2 years younger than Jake having just turned 30 last month. She is standing at the foot of their bed, a four poster bed with sturdy posts nearly 7′ tall. When they were shopping for a bed and saw this one they looked at each other with a wicked look in their eyes that said they would make good use of the posts. Olivia’s hands are tied to the posts so she is in a semi crucified position with her arms pulled to each side and slightly up. Her ankles are also tied but the ropes are only tightened enough so her legs are spread about shoulder width apart. Olivia is wearing a dark blouse that buttons up the front and is loose enough to almost but not quite hide her large breasts. She is breathing a little hard and her breasts rise and fall with each breath. She is also wearing a dark patterned skirt that falls below her knees and is loose enough to allow her legs to be comfortably spread as they are now. This is probably the scene they imagined standing in the furniture store deciding on whether this was the perfect bed for them. The only difference is that did not picture me as part of the scene, yet here I am admiring my handiwork of binding Olivia to the bed posts.

I met Jake and Olivia when they hired me as their architect/consultant to oversee the large renovation of this sprawling old Victorian house they had purchased. Due to last minute changes and additions the couple had made the project had of course gone over budget, way over budget. We worked through it the best we could. I had spent so much time with them we had become friends in the process and I actually looked forward to coming over several times a week to oversee the work. Olivia was a delightful person in addition to being very sexy and she was also something of a flirt. She wore clothes that were not cheap looking but just fit her so well that I often times found myself admiring her ass and although I tried to be discreet it was obvious from the looks she gave me that she had caught me from time to time. And then there were the times she bent over affording me a view of her luscious cleavage, it was impossible not to wonder what she would look like topless.

She never invited and I never made any advances towards her outside of kidding around with her and it only got a little provocative when her husband got involved. It wasn’t unusual for them to invite me to stay for a few drinks and sometimes dinner. Jake always liked to tease her and would goad me into going along or he would comment on how sexy she was and then look to me for confirmation. It would always cause a little stir in my pants when he would walk up behind her and give her a pat on her wonderful ass or after a few extra drinks grab a handful of ass.

They liked to party and get a little wild sometimes. He mentioned how he had talked her into going to a topless beach which caused her face to redden and my cock to pulse. There was more than one night that I stroked my cock thinking of her taking off her top and sometimes just picturing her naked breasts was enough to make me cum.

One night we drank more than usual, to the extent that they had me spend the night. Drunk people will tell you things that they would not dream of sharing when sober and it came out that they had a three some one time with another woman. It was years ago but I could see that it still played into their collective fantasies. Olivia ended up saying that even though it was a long time ago Jake still owed her one, meaning a three way with two men. Being emboldened by the liquor she stared at Jake to see his reaction.

He responded, “I told you before, you just say when and we will do it.”

She pushed him, “Will it be a no holds barred scenario like last time?”

He was caught a little off guard but I could hear the excitement in his voice when he responded, “You bet honey, as wild as before and then some.”

We dropped it after that and soon all headed to bed. It was just a few minutes later that I could hear them laughing and cutting up down the hall and that shortly transpired into some extended vocal love making. I was so fucking horny just listening to them I could hardly stand it. What they didn’t know is that in the past I had been involved in three ways on several occasions, some with two women and some with a woman and another man and they all excited me.

As I listened to their lovemaking my hand fondled my cock through the material of my boxers and it responded growing longer and harder as my fingers ran up and down the shaft. I stroked it pendik escort until I could feel precum starting to ooze and I slipped my hand inside my pants and smeared it around the head of my cock. Pushing my boxers down around my knees I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and slowly stroked it as I listened to them fucking just 30 feet away from me and I thought about how hot it would be to join them. I pictured her naked riding up and down on his cock, her large boobs bouncing and then her holding them as his cock drove deep into her pussy. How they would watch me masturbating while I watched them and they would focus on my hand sliding up and down my shaft and she would tell me how good it felt having his big cock in her pussy. He would add to it saying how good it felt to be fucking her warm wet cunt and he would reach up and squeeze those magnificent tits. I would step closer and he would remove his hands from her breasts and let me feel them and then taking my cock she would jerk me off and when she knew I was ready to erupt she would rub the head of my cock on her nipples and I would release my warm cum covering her nipples and more of it on her breasts until it was running down the sides. She would take a finger and run it through the rivulets of cum and then she would put it in her mouth and lick it clean. That was all I needed and I started cumming as I could still hear them fucking, shooting jism over my stomach and then feeling it run down my hand as I continued to stroke my cock milking every drop from it.

The next morning we were having breakfast and they apologized if they kept me up, they weren’t use to having company in the house and after drinking like we did they tended to really let loose. I said that I didn’t mind at all and then decided to push a little.

“To tell the truth,” I said, ” I could hear you and it turned me on, but what could I do being by myself.” I lied a little and said, ” I just fell asleep with a hard on.” What could they say after being so vocal the night before? I wanted her to picture me there with a hard cock as I listened to her getting off; I wanted her to think of me in a sexual manner.

After breakfast we retired to the room we were using as an office and started going over the project and the cost over runs. It turned out to be more than they thought and although they had enough to pay for the materials they confessed that they were several thousand dollars short paying for my company’s drawings and management services. I could see the concern on their faces as they did not want me to stop everything and leave them in total disarray. I let them think about it for a moment as they tried to figure out where the money could possibly come from and then casually threw out “I would have paid a thousand dollars last night for a good masseuse that could have relieved my tension.”

We all laughed and Jake joked, “You should have called me, right now for a grand I would have taken care of you.”

“I’ll keep that in mind if I ever spend the night here again. It would have been the easiest thousand you ever earned, I was so horny hearing you two fuck I was hard as a rock and had to take it out and stroke it myself.”

I could see Olivia blush but I also noticed she stole a glance at my crotch. Jake looked a little uncomfortable but I could feel the sexual tension building in the room. He had to be thinking of me getting hard as I listened to his wife fuck him. I felt like the moment was the best opportunity to suggest what I had fantasized about this morning. If they didn’t pick up on it, no real harm done.

“You two are a really sexy couple not to mention a couple of the best people I know, who wouldn’t get turned on hearing you having sex and visualizing the two of you nude. It was all I could do not to knock on your door to see if you needed a third party. It could be Olivia’s opportunity to have you in a three way like you told me about last night. I could see that it struck a chord with both of you when the subject came up. I am probably not who you would choose as the third partner but it would be an experience of a lifetime for me. Maybe even make it worth your while since this project has you in over your head and maybe we could use it to reduce half of what you owe me,” I said trying to sound like I was teasing. To tell the truth I was probably going to reduce what I was charging them anyways. It was only my time for the most part and I was not out of pocket for any additional expenses.

I caught the look between them and it was not one of total disgust, Olivia kept Jake’s gaze putting him on the spot. I excused my self to get another cup of coffee knowing they needed a minute without me there. I came back into the room and there was an electricity in the air, I knew they at least wanted to keep this on the table. I went back to looking at the plans and invoices although my mind was completely absorbed with the idea of having the two of them as sex partners.

Jake spoke first, “were you serious about maltepe escort what you said?”

“Regarding what?”, I acted innocent, they were going to have to say it, to be the ones to propose it for real.

“That you would want to have sex with the two of us, and that uh, you would forgive part of what we owe you?”

I had the invoice in front of me, just over $7000.00 and turned it so they could see it. I took my pen and crossed out the $7000.00 writing in $3500.00. I let it sink in for a couple minutes watching them come to terms with what they were about to agree to. Then I told them, “I am serious, you two are a very sexy couple, but that is a huge amount for one night’s enjoyment so if you are in agreement we can do it but I have to be in charge, totally in charge.”

The details were worked out, including the stipulation that if either of them backed out part way through evening the deal was off and so here we are with Olivia bound to the bed.

“So Olivia, what kind of activities did the three of you indulge in? I imagine it was a great night for Jake having two naked ladies in bed with him. I am sure he fucked both of you and tonight you can have two men to fuck, but what else would you like? Did he have you kiss the other woman? Did she go down on you and did Jake ask you to go down on her?”

Olivia took all this in and thought about it. She started, “I guess we did all of that by the time the evening was over, don’t get me wrong, I had a great night and I was happy to be able to provide Jake with an evening he will never forget. And we did get carried away but sometimes I think that he probably wouldn’t do all that for me although he has always contented that he would if I wanted him to.”

I could see Jake getting a little nervous with where this conversation was going and the fact that I was inches from his bound wife while he was seated several feet away in a chair. “Well this is your chance to see if he is all talk and together we will make some decisions on how tonight will play out.”

I went and stood behind Jake putting my hands on his broad shoulders. “She looks pretty hot strapped to that bed, don’t you think?”

“Yes she does,” he answered tentatively.

I continued ” And like I told your wife we will make some of the decisions together, so we all participate, but of course I will have the final say. To start Jake, she is extremely sexy but don’t you think she would be even sexier if her blouse was unbuttoned?” He hesitated. “When I ask something I don’t want you to hesitate, if you do it will cost you, so please answer the question.”

“Yes she definitely would look sexier,” and I could hear the excitement starting to rise in his voice.

“OK, now the decision is which one of us should unbutton her. Do you want to do it and expose your wife for me or should I?” He sat there trying to determine the correct answer which brought this response from me, “Jake you hesitated again, so this is what happens.” And with that I walked up to his wife and standing beside her so he could see I moved her hair that was flowing over her shoulders to behind her neck. Next, my fingers traced the opening of her blouse down to the first button but instead of undoing her I let my hand slide over her right breast feeling it for the first time. It was such a pleasure to feel her large firm tit in my hand and I watched Jake as I fondled his wife switching from her right breast to her left breast, taking my time, squeezing them and finding her nipples through the blouse and bra material I gave them a pinch. I looked in Olivia’s eyes and she was trying to suppress the arousal that I was causing. “Damn she feels good Jake, but you know that already. Now you want to say who should unbutton her?” He didn’t hesitate this time

“I will, should I come up there?”

“Yes” I said still holding one of her breasts in my hand. He stood up and I looked to see if there were signs of him being turned on. “Take off your shirt,” I told him. “Part of the price for hesitating earlier. I know that this is giving me a hard on, how about you?” He was standing next to me in front of his wife about to undo her blouse for me and reached for a button before answering me. “Hesitating again? Would you like to lose your pants so your wife can see for herself if you are turned on sharing your woman with another man?”

He replied “I am sorry for not answering quickly, it is turning me on but I would like to keep my pants on, at least for now.” He continued to unbutton her blouse exposing her magnificent breasts encased in a lace bra that revealed most of her to within a inch of her nipples.

I said softly to her “you are more beautiful and sexy than I could even imagine, I have such a hard fucking cock it is unbelievable. I wish you could put your hand on it to feel it.” Jake had her blouse fully open looking like he wanted to run his hands all over her and feel her bare breasts. I looked at him, “go ahead and do what you want, she is tied up and really kartal escort has no say. I know you want to put your hand inside of her bra and feel her nipples responding to your touch. You can do as you please.”

He started to fondle his wife like it was the first time, tentatively touching the swell of her breasts enhanced by the bra trying to contain them but only pushing them up making them even more succulent. His hands slid inside her bra and he massaged one of her breasts. I had stepped away and came back holding a pair of scissors. “Would you like to cut her bra and let them out? Or would you prefer I do it?” He made the mistake of taking a second too long to answer and he knew it. “Go back and sit in your chair, you obviously want me to take care of this.” He looked stunned and humiliated as he stepped back to the chair. “And lose the pants,” I commanded him. Olivia watched mesmerized as he undid his pants and then let them fall to the floor before stepping out of them. His boxers had a sizable bulge and I guessed he was pretty well endowed. From the look in her eye and her breathing and the way I could feel her heart beating when my hand rested on her chest I knew Olivia was very turned on. I could almost smell her excitement and knew that if I slipped my hand between her legs she would be very moist. I looked her in the eyes as I pulled .the strap between the two cups of her bra away from her body . “You know your husband left this up to me to do,” and I slipped the scissors between her skin and bra strap, I waited until she nodded yes and cut the strap cleanly in two. Her bra fell away and I saw her completely exposed for the first time. I took a moment just to enjoy the view before my hands each took one breast in their grip. Her dark nipples were very taunt and felt divine as they slid across the palms of my hands. I spoke to her softly where Jake could not hear. “I believe your husband is getting off on this, he seems to have quite a hard on. Does he have a big cock?”

She replied, “Yes, it is quite big, both in length and thickness. My fingers barely wrap around it.”

“Maybe we should have him take it out,” I mused, “does that sound like a good idea to you? If so I want you to tell him to stand up and take off his boxers so you can see just how much he likes his wife being fondled by another man.” She had caught on to the idea that she was to do as told and that hesitating would only make it worse.

“Darling, I want you to stand up and take your boxers off and don’t hesitate.”

I had to smile as he popped up and dropped his drawers and I saw his wife was correct about his cock being big. He had to be at least 8″ and quite thick and what made it even more interesting is that he was uncut. He was nearly hard and the foreskin was stretched tight around the bulbous head. He was quite impressive. She told him to sit down again, I could tell she was getting into this, paying him back so to speak for exposing his wife to another man. This time when I spoke to Olivia he could hear me.

“Have you ever seen him jerk off in front of you?”

She shook her head no.

“Have you ever caught him playing with his cock?”

She had a funny smile and said a couple times she knew he was playing with his cock while watching porn when she had unexpectedly come into the room but he quickly hid what he was doing and she never pushed him.

I couldn’t keep my hands or eyes off of her tits, I wanted to suck her nipples but didn’t want to rush it. “So Jake, she almost caught you stroking your own cock? Would that embarrass you, haven’t you ever done it and let her watch?”

“No, I have never done it with her watching and yes I admit she did almost catch me but I was too embarrassed to admit what I was doing. I was embarrassed that I was watching some cheap porn when I have this hot wife.”

He was truly embarrassed by this whole conversation, not that I was going to let him off easy.

“Olivia, has he ever asked you to play with yourself while he was watching?”

“Yes,” she replied, “he seems to think it is more natural for a woman than for a guy.”

Jake’s cock was softening but still large as it hung between his thighs. I loved that although she was the one tied up she seemed more comfortable with the situation than her husband and I was thinking I should untie her soon. “Would you like to see him play with his cock for you?”, I asked her. Her eyes lit up “Just tell him to do it and he will. Tell him what you want, anything goes.” Jake looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Anything?”, she looked at me. “Because in our other threesome he had both of us play with our pussies and then with each other.”

Now Jake was nearly squirming.

“Jake, jerk your self off for me. Take your big cock in your hand and stroke it, get it good and hard. I would love to watch you make yourself cum.”

There was only the slightest hesitation and then he wrap his fingers around his cock and lifted it from between his thighs. He kept watching us as he slid his hand down the shaft pulling the skin back exposing the large head of his dick. He slowly worked his hand up and down his cock and after about 30 seconds he started getting hard and it was impressive how his cock grew.

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Their affair had been going on for nearly two months and had now settled into a pattern. A couple or three evenings a week Jenny would leave the dealership at around six fifteen and would go to a secluded car park a few miles away. Tom would leave a discrete ten to fifteen minutes after her and would join her in the wooded car park. She would get into his 7 series, which he had just taken on as his company car due to its larger back seat, and they would spend half hour or so kissing and fondling.

Probably about every ten days or so they would manage to sneak off for an afternoon or at least a couple of hours in a hotel and twice they had been able to spend the entire night together when Tom went on a business trip and added a night on the front or the end.

The sex for both of them was explosive. Tom had forgotten just how tight young women were and how they gripped your cock with internal muscles that they seemed to be able to flex and contract so easily. Jenny’s skin had a tightness and a sheen to it and of course there were no wrinkles or cellulite. He had noticed these features with his ‘other bits on the side’ at massage parlours or with escorts he ‘bought’ from time to time, but not to the extent he did with Jenny.

Jenny had messed around with a couple of older guys before, but none who were of ‘father age.’ With Tom she found a whole new meaning to sex and making love. Perhaps for the first time, she thought one day, I am doing both and not just fucking. Before that incredible first night in the hotel she had thought she fancied her boss the manager of the BMW dealership where she worked selling cars. After that night and the quite momentous sex they had shared she knew that not only did she fancy him sexually, but that she was also very attracted to him emotionally as well. And over the past two months that emotional attraction, which was totally mutual was growing stronger. She wanted him even more, wanted to be near him, be with him, be in his arms, be naked with him and have him inside her. Jenny knew that she was falling for this forty-five year old, married father of two, her boss. She could not countenance the idea of not being with him and when he left her to go home to his wife she felt as though a part of her went with him. The very, very worst times by far were when they had spent an evening in a hotel bed and at around ten o’clock he would get up from the bed to go home to that fat cow Emily leaving Jenny naked and aching in the bed. Weekends and bank holidays were the worst times for she felt so lonely and thought of Tom with her and his children. It was perhaps on a Saturday evening or a holiday Monday when Jenny really did wonder whether an affair with a married man was worth it? But then they would meet just after and he would fuck her so magnificently that she knew that is was.

Like many men in their middle ages Tom’s marriage was fucked up. Sexwise that is. In most other ways it worked well. Emily, although bloating up to a fourteen going on sixteen dress size with tits that had once been full but were now like cow’s udders, and Tom got on ok, well that is when not in bed. In there not much happened so increasingly Tom had gone elsewhere. Hookers and escorts and the occasional businesswoman when away on business and massage parlours when at home had been his play areas for several years, but then Jenny joined his dealership.

He hardly noticed her at first and thought of her as just another young wannabee salesperson superstar who thought they could smile, flash their tits and if necessary fuck their way to the magic one hundred and thirty sales per year. Most did the smiling, flashing and fucking, but few got that magic number of sales. Jenny got the target with ease and as far as Tom and his management team knew did the smiling, but not the flashing or fucking.

That was not quite true though. Sure she did the smiling for sales people and especially those in the motor industry smile a lot, but she and a couple of other young female sales execs did a degree of flashing as well. Although fairly discrete and within the requirements of the BMW employee handbook standards on dress code they nevertheless let the customers know about their ‘assets!’ Skirts or trousers that were fashionably tight across their pert bums, crisp cotton blouses that showed the outline of their flimsy bras and sometimes hinted at the darker flesh of their areola and nipples and stockings instead of tights were all common place in the dealership that Tom ran. It was the fucking, though that set Jenny apart from the others, both the guys and the girls for she did not fuck the customers to get sales, she fucked the boss of the dealership instead.

It had started by accident. But then that’s probably not true for no affairs really start that way. There is always at least one that is trying or at least wanting to manipulate the circumstances and in the case of Jenny and Tom, it was both of them. They had felt it for some time. The desire to be together, the smiles, the near or actual touches as without pendik escort letting on to the other their desire, lust really had built up. Both of them had imagined how it would be to be with the other. How their bodies would feel pressed together naked and aroused? How it would be for Tom to lick Jenny’s pert, coral pink nipples, how Tom’s cock would feel in Jenny’s mouth and, of course what it would be like to actually fuck each other. Tom had not just imagined it when alone or when he was masturbating, but also on the rare occasion he fucked his wife he imagined it was Jenny’s lips that were holding and squeezing his cock.

Slowly, almost inexorably so they had come together as it were. And after weeks of speculating on how the other felt and what could happen if they opened up and the other was not up for it, they fucked. Magically, marvellously, wonderfully in a bedroom of a hotel they fucked one evening when Emily was overseas playing golf.

It was a Monday and Tom invited Jenny to a drink in the local pub that the dealership used most evenings. As it happened there were none of their colleagues there. With his fingers tightly crossed Tom suggested dinner. Jenny’s pulse raced when he did and she could hardly contain herself when she accepted. In the restaurant the atmosphere became heavy as both realised that this was not just two work colleagues having a meal. Their conversation had become garbled as they let their feelings spill out and they realised that the other felt the same as they did. With Tom saying. “Let’s get out of here, some tables have ears,” they went to his car and in there they kissed. The passion built up and the pent up desire for each exploded as they fell into each other’s arms, their mouths squirming and Tom’s hand finding Jenny’s small breasts.

The feelings for both of them were intense and so erotically extreme as what they had both fantasised about for so long actually began to happen. Jenny arched her back and pushed her boobs against his pleasure giving hand as she tried to gain every last bit of pleasure from his caress. They went further, much, much further than they should have done in a car park near to where they both worked, but at last Jenny stopped him and Tom apologised.

As Tom watched Jenny do up the buttons on her blouse and push her skirt down from where it had ridden up round her hips, both knew that it could not end there. And it didn’t for they consummated their affair in a splendid, though rather nervous manner at a local hotel.

*

Jenny was free. She had no boy-friend, lived in a flat with two other girls and her parents were miles away. She did have a sort of fuckbuddy, but he had no influence over her so she could pretty much do as she pleased without the need to report to anyone. An ideal mistress for a married man. Tom had quite the opposite circumstances. He was married and had a daughter living at home. Running the large dealership and being involved in numerous local community affairs and charities meant that in the small circle of the town where they lived he was well known. An absolute disastrous set of affairs for a lover.

Going on dates, being seen anywhere within miles of the dealership, doing anything spontaneous or making arrangements that had any weak points were all consideration that they had to be aware of all the time. There were other little things. She had to avoid using perfume when they were seeing each other, he had to make sure that after a session in his car that he sprayed air freshener and checked his clothes carefully for stray red hairs. At work they had to tread a careful balance. He had to ensure that he treated Jenny no differently to the other sales execs although once one of them did ask her what she had done to upset Tom as he seemed to be hard on her.

For Tom the excuses became more difficult to come up with the longer he and Jenny went on. He, just about, managed the time in the car a few evenings a week, but twice Emily had phoned the dealership to be told he had gone and he had to lie to her about meeting an old customer in the car park. For them to be able to meet for an afternoon in a hotel the excuses were even more difficult to invent. They could just about get away with it with the rest of the dealership team that they were both out for an afternoon, but that was becoming more risky. There were only so many excuses Jenny could make or half day holidays she could take. And as for arranging nights together they really were a nightmare.

That said and despite all the difficulties, the lieing, excuses feelings of guilt and the cheating for Tom, the lack of a real boyfriend for Jenny and the loneliness that brought, they had no doubts that they were doing the right thing.

“What and stay the night?” Jenny said as she lay in Tom’s arms on the back seat of his car.

“Yes would you like that?” He asked running his fingertips across her bare nipple that was stunningly hard.

They hadn’t fucked. They rarely did that in the car as it really was too risky. Instead, Jenny would maltepe escort go to the loo in the dealership just before they left and remove her bra. Making sure that she was wearing a suit with a jacket to hide her areola and nipples that were slightly visible through the thin Egyptian cotton of her blouse she sometimes removed her panties as well. Other times, though, she kept them on and took them off when she got in her car or left them for Tom to remove later.

To avoid anyone noticing the regularity of their visits they had a few different secluded places that they used. They would text each other during the day to arrange where they would meet. Tom used a pay as you go phone that Emily knew nothing about, which he used purely for contacting Jenny.

As usual she had climbed into the back of Tom’s car and they immediately kissed deep and long. On such days, Jenny was careful and made sure she wore no perfume and did not use hair spray so that she left no trace of her on him. Generally as they kissed Tom would unbutton her blouse and caress and squeeze Jenny’s breasts and nipples. Tonight was no exception and quite quickly he had her sighing with sexual contentment that quickly turned to arousal and the need for more.

“Oh Tom that is so good,” she groaned into his ear as he put his hand on her knee.

“Ok Jen?” He asked as he slid it up a little way.

“Yes, yes my darling yes please,” she muttered parting her legs a little.

Dallying momentarily just above her stocking tops, Tom revelled in the feel of firstly the nylon and then the sensitive, such smooth skin that lies between them and her panties. He paused more for his own benefit that hers as he wondered whether she had taken them off for him or whether this evening it was his pleasure; he enjoyed both scenarios.

As they continued kissing he quickly found out for he moved his hand further upwards and his heart pounded when the side of it found her warm wetness. He ran his fingers along her slit and then edged them slightly inside her lips before bringing them to the front and finding her clit in the fairly deep hood that protects it. Jenny’s whole body jerked as Tom pressed that stalk of super sensitive flesh; she knew immediately that she would cum.

“Nice?”

“It’s wonderful,” she groaned pushing back against his fingers as she ran her hand up his leg and gripped his erection from outside his trousers; she rubbed it. “Ok?” she enquired.

“Of course,” he muttered back as he felt her undoing his belt, zip and trousers.

The feel of her soft, cool fingers on his hot, hard cock sent a shock wave of sexual want through him and his fingers slid inside her lips. That was enough for her. It was enough to take her that stage further. Tom’s fingers going into Jenny’s cunt put her over the top and holding her lover’s bare, erect cock in her hand, she climaxed.

Tom held Jenny as she convulsed through the trauma of her orgasm and as she came down from its extremes.

“Ok darling?”

“Oh Tom, yes it was fantastic, they seem to get better and better as we go on.” Turning her face so she could kiss him she whispered. “That’s probably because it is the man I love who is giving them to me.”

“Or the woman I love I am giving them to, I do love you Jenny.”

“Do you really, really love me?” she asked her heart pounding at the thought of being loved.

She had never had anyone really love her and certainly she had never loved anyone. Ok she had been with a few guys where they were in love when they fucked, but not real love like this. Although the thought excited her and she enjoyed being in love, it was also scary. The future was full of concerns whether they kept their relationship secret like this, they broke up or, and she could hardly bring herself to think it, he left his wife and they lived together.

Still aroused, still with her blouse open and her breasts bare, still with her skirt bunched around her hips, still with his hand on her thigh and still holding his throbbing erection she felt so close to Tom. She felt so warm and loved by him and she wanted to give him the pleasure he had given here. She started to rub his cock. She pumped her hand slowly and firmly up and down.

“Careful Jenny, I am very near,” Tom groaned adoring the feel of his young lover’s hand on his erection.

“Good so it won’t take too long will it?” She said reaching for the box of Kleenex they kept in the back for situations like this.

And it did not take too long, in fact it took no time at all. She pumped him a few more times as he gripped her breast and pinched her nipple, before he started grunting and his cock went rigid.

“Oh god Jenny, yes, yes,” Tom groaned as his cock seemed to explode and his sperm shot into the tissue that Jenny was holding.

This time she held him as he recovered from his climax.

“That was fantastic darling.”

“So that’s two fantastic happenings,” she smiled at him.

“I’ve got a surprise for you Jen.”

“What’s that?”

“Emily is going kartal escort away to play golf and Sarah will be on holiday. I will have an empty house for two nights.”

“When,” Jenny gasped excited at the prospect.

“Week after next, like to come round?”

*

It was a bit like a comedy film. Jenny left her car in her garage and walked into the town centre pulling her travel case. That contained little more than her toilet stuff and a selection of lingerie, most of which Tom had bought for her. A few times when Tom was at home and Emily was in bed he and Jenny would ‘meet’ on skype and after chatting would look at a lingerie catalogue, La Perla or AP being their favourites. He would then ask her what she liked and would then buy it for her with delivery to her flat on the understanding that she would wear it for him the next time they met.

After walking into town on the Friday evening she stood at the bus stop they had chosen and then ‘by accident’ Tom drove past, saw her and stopped. When they got near to his house she laid down lower on the seat so it would look as if he was alone. He then used the zapper to open the garage door and drive straight into his integral garage.

They both got out of the car.

“Welcome to my home Jenny” Tom said holding his arms out and taking her into them.

Still in the garage they kissed. Their bodies up against each other felt wonderful and naturally Tom began to harden.

“It’s nice to be here,” she sighed feeling excited at the prospect of two nights with Tom. “

“And it’s lovely to have you here.”

Smiling and looking up at him Jenny said. “You haven’t had me here yet Tom.”

“Then we had better remedy that hadn’t we?” he muttered kissing her again and then leading her into the house and towards the stairs. “I am assuming you want to go to bed now?”

“Be as assumptive as you like Tom and yes I do,” she whispered letting her hand fall down between them and running her fingers up and down the length of his erection outside his suit trousers.

Jenny had thought of little else than Tom and making love to her since he had told her about Emily going away and inviting her to stay with him. Coincidentally, once he had given her the news he had been very busy at work and had to go on two business trips so they had not had the opportunity to make love for nearly ten days, the longest gap since they had started.

All that time the prospect of staying two nights with Tom had been uppermost in Jenny’s mind. As they had exchanged texts and the days wore on so her excitement and anticipation had grown. Although continually she had mental debates with herself over the affair and now and then wondered if it might not be best to end it before it got too heavy, deep down she knew they were meaningless and irrelevant. He was becoming like a drug, a forbidden fruit almost and she could not get enough of it and him.

As she told him to be as assumptive as he liked both their hearts were pounding and the level of sexual expectation was reaching heights that neither had experienced for ages if at all. Their pulses were racing and their entire bodies were tingling with anticipation. Tom’s cock was rigid and his balls felt so tight and Jenny had an irritation in her panties and a heat and fullness in her breasts. Although she was physically reacting to the situation with her nipples hardening and the dampness in her panties increasing, the vast bulk of her arousal was emotional. She knew that she could not be without Tom and thinking about the future both with or without him made her cringe with concern.

Tom was experiencing similar physical and emotional traumas. Her fingers on his cock felt wonderful and Jenny had that very rare knack of being able to find the middle ground between waiting to be led and taking the initiative. This was something he had not experienced before and he marvelled at the confidence of his youthful lover who showed a completely different attitude and approach to sex than his wife.

“Come on then let’s go,” he groaned into her ear as he pulled on her hand. As he did that he felt the grip on his erection tighten.

“Why go anywhere?” she asked squirming her breasts against his chest.

‘Shit she wants it here,’ Tom thought his cock nearly exploding at the thought of fucking her in the hallway.

Although he wanted her so very badly, in his mind he had thought it would be a slow, languid and highly romantic session. A time when they would gradually undress each other, indulge in lengthy foreplay and then make superb and totally satisfying love. His mind had been taken over by his growing feelings for her and not just by the extremes of lust that were the more obvious names of today’s game.

So they did not make the bedroom, did not gently caress and fondle each other, did not slowly undress and expose their bodies to the other, did not make languid and lengthy foreplay and they did not make slow and easy love.

Instead, they clawed at each other’s clothes, she undid his shirt and he her blouse, her tits came out of her flimsy bra, but that did not come off, his trouser chinos were opened and his hardened cock was pulled out of from his boxers that she pushed down to mid-thigh, which was precisely where her jeans and panties were.

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After our parents left for their holidays, I had the best opportunity to spend some hours working on the Website. It needed some more polishing so that it looks more attractive. Sophie as always came out with great ideas. All I we needed was a few silhouette pictures of a couple of naked ladies ready for action. They will go floating all over the screen, something like the James Bond type girls.

‘Joss, we are going to have another four girls and that does not include me.’ Sophie interrupted.

‘So?’

‘So with my digital camera we can take a few photos more. That way we can fill the background and two who will look like as if they were floating in the air against the different coloured backgrounds. The silhouettes will look fantastic and no one can recognise any of them especially with some exaggerated make-up.

‘That would be great idea, but we have to be very careful. I don’t like to show people getting fucked on the website. This website is about promoting a new type of business. In a few words it is a service.’

‘I know Joss. It is a business which is available to anybody. You buy it if you want it or better you need to enjoy such a service’. Sophie tried to cottect.

‘I have to be very careful. I don’t like to implicate any of our friends and we don’t want to expose them all over the world wide net. You know, nobody knows, who will be looking on the computer’s screens. Silhouettes will be ok. And preferably they should move or flow in and out of the screen.’ Joss explained.

‘You’re right Joss, but sure, close ups will not show anything. I have some other ideas, a romantic background and I know precisely how to include them. We do everything digitally.’ Sophie continued to explain her ideas.

The discussion kept on and on while she continued with the designs, something in which she was very good at.

I even booked the space on the web and gave a few hints, but not enough with the temporary statement “UNDER CONSTRUCTION”.

Going back to their normal life a few years back, life at home was great. Joss was doing well at university as also his sister Sophie who was in her third year and Joss in his fourth year. They had matured enough that they could roam around freely and were well trained by their parents, about protecting themselves, including the problems of sex. All of the ladies were trained and protected against the possibility of getting pregnant; about sexual diseases and other wrong possibilities.

Being still at university, Joss and Sophie were waiting for their mid-term long weekend holidays. Their parents had already planned their long weekend away from home. They knew that their children would look after their few animals that they have left. Both Joss and Sophie could easily cope with the work, which was mostly feeding.

Thursday afternoon arrived. While their parents had already left for their long weekend of pleasure and relaxation, their friends started to arrive. There were four couples in all, not to mention that a single lady was accompanying her sister. Their best friends who arrived in two separate cars were Klaus and Lisa, Rolf and his beautiful girlfriend Tanya arrived in one car. Herman and his sister Elsa, Dieter and his girlfriend Julia, who was accompanied by her eighteen year old sister Kerstin, arrived in another car.

An extra girl never hurts, Joss thought. It could be a very interesting asset. This was really not their first swing. They had girls and also a mixed gender on various occasions, and they loved and enjoyed every moment. They really started from a few weeks after Sophie ceded her virginity to her brother.

As soon as they gathered in the sitting room, with cushions arranged here and there on the floor, beer on the table and some plates with different types of good food. The prepared food was a variety of canapés which they could grab and eat and which goes down very well with the beer.

Naturally there was hugging and kissing with the odd one out, was Kirsten who felt like she was still very shy.

‘Well friends.’ Sophie started her introduction. ‘It seems, that today we have a very nice young lady who I am sure she is more than ready to be introduced to the real pleasures of love making. Although she’s still haven’t tasted the real human phallus, I couldn’t vouch if she is still a virgin; but I’m sure that when these days are over, she will goes back home fully satisfied. She will be looking forward for more sessions of sexual amusement, lust, pleasure and sexual satisfaction through the art of love making.’

‘Lucky girl!’ Lisa shouted, ‘Give her a welcome hug and a kiss, ladies and gentlemen.’

So all the girls and the guys, one after the other hugged, kissed and even touched a few places that were not expected to be, touched too soon. It seems that boys are very anxious start to get the feeling of fresh meat. But anyway, most of them came from the boys with lots of enthusiasm and encouragement from the looking girls. She was really made welcome, not to mention the initial embarrassment she found herself in, especially during Sophie’s introduction. pendik escort Her face was burning with shame, although between her legs hot liquids were flowing.

‘Well,’ Sophie continued, ‘everybody knows why we gathered here today and during the next few days or as much as you like to stay. Well; first I like to ask Joss to choose the lady he wishes to have his first sessions with. Regarding the other males they have to draw a name from the bag. This will produce some excitement as to with whom she will spend the first hour or so.

Sophie lifted the bag for all to see, and continued. ‘You guys choose the one which in your eyes is the favourite for the first session, with the exception of Kirsten. She will join Joss together with the lady he had the right to be the first to choose, as he is the host. He will have two, but he can have Kirsten, only until tomorrow morning.’

Kirsten looked around, her eyes moving from one male to the other with interest; trying to make out what the boys are thinking, or better dreaming. It seemed that all the contenders had a nice smile on their lips. ‘Now… ladies and gentlemen… shed your clothes, everybody must be naked by the next couple of minutes … pleasssse.’

It did not take long before all the boys and girls shed their clothes. Kirsten was taking it rather slowly, just watching what her elder sister was doing. Her face was still burning red with shame, but slowly she managed to shed her jeans and her blouse. Her sister came to her rescue and very quickly helped her out of her bra, exposing her dominant pair of beautiful, solid tits. Her nipples had already made an impact, especially on the boys, who were all eyes on Kirsten. They were watching, looking at her rather a little long and very erect nipples, which were dominating her chest. Lisa walked towards her, and pulled down her panties from behind; something Kirsten was not expecting to happen so soon or better; not to expose her so quickly infront of everybody.

All the boys kept watching with interest, as she was the odd one out. None of them had ever met her yet, except for her sister Julia and her boyfriend. She was beautiful, quite tall like her sister and had a nice pair of long legs; the rest of her stunning body was very well proportioned.

Her legs were perfect, a bit longer than her sister’s. They were slightly thinner but nicely shaped. From the calves up along her thighs there was a slight separation at the joint where her thighs closed together and her ass blowing, nicely outwards. Her buttocks were perfectly shaped. They looked rather slightly big with those beautiful cheeks, compared with the rather small upper part of her legs.

Lisa was quick to show her around, by turning her for all to see. The boys’ eyes popped out as they focused their eyes on her well structured body. They were amazed with her beauty and were more than ready to devour her. Most of the males were sure there would be possibilities to pleasure her or better to fuck her. Although at that very moment she had felt very embarrassed being naked for the first time infront of five naked males, including her own sister’s boyfriend she tried to recover.

Kirsten’s face was rather red with embarrassment but she perfectly knew why she was there. She just started to worry about the abundance of liquid which was flowing out of her vagina. She was getting wet, rather very wet. Between her legs the feelings were totally different. Liquids were flowing as she was dreaming what she would feel as she will be fucked for the first time. All the guys knew she was still a virgin and as much as she wanted to find out what it really feels to be fucked as much as they wanted to fuck her. She wanted every prick, which was there, exposed to her eyes delight, in their supreme glories.

Kirsten’s eyes were rather looking downwards, but her vision was moving from one prick to another, checking for any differences in size, thickness and maybe, his contour until she focused on Joss. He was the one who was going to be her first contender. Joss was the one who was going to deflower her.

Although she never had a man she was not so sure if she was still a virgin. She had masturbated many times. She even found her mother’s vibrator, although she never inserted it into her vagina. Her sister had helped her get on the pill and now she brought her here to broaden her sexual experiences. She helped her trim her pubic hair to look better with the intention that it may be shaved later during the expected, more than the very hot encounters which may erupt during the following days.

Sophie took the floor again and directed. ‘Boys; I think that you had a very good look at this beautiful young lady; well I’m sure that she is here to enjoy herself, to pleasure you as much as she is expected to be loved and pleasured, by all of you. Therefore let’s see; yes; now boys, choose the partners for this afternoon’s sessions; for tonight it’s the girls who choose your partners. My brother Joss, as the host will choose his girl now and the one who will spend the night with him together with maltepe escort Kirsten. From to morrow morning, it’s free for all; do what you like, choose whom you like, and fuck any hole you like, as also where you like. We will keep today’s sessions; private. On the way up, just pick a number from that bowl on the table and you will know which room is yours. The rest is all yours, just enjoy yourselves. Thanks.’

Joss was quick to make his choice, Tanya, and for a reason, she had a fantastic body, very hot and could compliment well with Kirsten. She also loved to suck pussy. For the night, he thought that Julia will not only make a great fuck but having two sisters together could make it more interesting. Kirsten felt very embarrassed that she had to be fucked, in the presence of her sister, but of course that was Joss choice as the host. She didn’t feel she had to complain.

Herman was next, he chose Sophie. Rolf settled for Julia while Dieter found himself in the abilities of Lisa’s sexy body. And Klaus, yes, he had Elsa another hot volcano.

For the night session the choices will change as follows; Joss wanted the two sisters which were already known. As for the rest; Lisa partnered with Herman; Sophie with Rolf; Tanya with Klaus and Elsa with Dieter.

With the choices made, Joss started walking up the stairs with the two ladies in tow, leading them straight to his parent’s bedroom. As soon as the door closed, he took Kirsten in his arms and slowly started hugging her and kissing her. Tanya knelt down and immediately took care of his hardon with her able mouth, lips and tongue.

After that unforgettable evening when Sophie ceded her virginity to me (Joss), things moved fast. Since then we made love nearly every day sometimes even more than once. Our father and mother had never bothered us. Klaus and Lisa; yes we shared some great moments with them, doing anything possible, including a lot of double penetrations, three ways and much more. The pleasures we encountered were incredible and unforgettable. The great moments of intimate love making and the pleasures we fully enjoyed together were something which left us more than fulfilled with great gratifications; nearly day in day out. We seen more of our friends and together we built a huge bond of extensive sexual pleasures which together we had enjoyed to the full.

It was our first sort of swinging experience, although we had shared extensive information about our bodies, mostly discussing the sexual aspect. We were long time friends. We knew too much about ourselves and there were a lot of female to female discussions between my sister Sophie and Lisa. Too much happened during the last months prior to Lisa’s loosing her cherry to her brother Klaus. I was so lucky that my loving sister Sophie had relinquished her virginity to me.

Situations in our life: our first sexual experiences changed too quickly. A couple of weeks after taking Sophie’s cherry, Mum and dad told us that maybe very soon they had to go away for a few days, a short holiday and we had to look after the farm, especially the animals.

‘Oh mum that’s great.’ Sophie shouted.

We had already got used to those weekends away. We also realized what was goes on during those weekends when our parents were away from home.

‘I know; I know that you are very keen to be alone from time to time, you two rascals. Ok, you are not going to be alone as you already know. Klaus and Lisa will be joining you, as maybe some others who may be or may not been new to the game.’ Their mother recited.

I was shocked. If they were just our friends, that would be a great joy. But those new ones are new and were never part of our life we share together. We are allowed to fuck, to make love, anything goes, but others… wow that could make things more interesting and maybe, even more complicated. ‘Who else is coming?’ I nearly shouted.

‘Not so sure yet, Joss, but I’ll keep you informed.’ Sophie answered.

I did not say anything, not even to Sophie. My question made it obvious that we were not happy to have strangers in our midst; which may interrupt our dreams of more sexual intensive pleasures.

Three new Virgins.

I tried to keep this information away from Sophie, as I did not want to speculate. It could be a fantastic weekend, fucking freshly girls; enjoying new experiences; well, maybe it could be a disaster.

When I looked at the bright side of the matter, thinking of a virgin pussy; my dick became not only hard, but on many occasions it crossed the limits, as I had nearly blew my load; but what if they are boys? It will be the opposite, the girls gets all the action, maybe! Joss was just dreaming.

A few days later the telephone rang. Sophie picked the set in the kitchen, while I took the one on the first floor. ‘Hello.’ She cried.

‘Hi, how are you Sophie?’ It was Lisa who asked.

‘I’m great, and you?’ I did not speak. I just kept my silence.

‘I had just enjoyed a great session with Joss, you know?’

‘Woww, lucky you!’ Lisa sort of became jealous.

‘What about you?’ kartal escort .Sophie asked.

‘Klaus was out this morning and he won’t be back until tonight, but last night we had enjoyed a great evening. I must say it was a very stimulating hot session. My arse is still too sore; he really rammed me hard.’ Lisa gave her the latest saucy details.

‘So Klaus had loved every moment of it. Anyway, what’s new?’ Sophie asked.

‘There are some things I like to tell you; some very interesting ones, but I don’t like to do so, on the telephone.’

‘Why don’t you come down here?’ Sophie invited.

‘How can I? There’s nobody here.’ Lisa asked.

‘Get the bus and we pick you from the village square. It’s only just a little over half an hour and buses leave every half hour. Joss dick was exceptionally wild this morning.’ Sophie was quick to advise what she had to do.

‘Oh! You are a tease. Look, I call mum and be on my way.’ Lisa answered.

‘Give us a call so we know when to pick you up.’ The line clicked off and I ran down hugging Sophie and kissing her.

‘Wow sis, that’s great.’ Joss wanted to jump.

‘Let me see whether it’s great or not.’ She put her hand on my cock and slowly crawled inside my fly searching for the real gadget which slowly was brought out of the hole, in my underwear. She was not disappointed as it was harder than steel. ‘Fuck me Joss, before she comes.’

I did not refuse, I was young. My body was raging with sexual energy. We went up to Sophie’s bedroom and fucked like crazy until the phone rang again. It was exactly while Sophie was enjoying those ecstatic pleasures which my hard dick was producing. From behind; doggy style, I was thrusting in and out inside her vaginal furnace, while she was bending on all fours, her ass in the air and her head resting on the bed.

‘Don’t stop now Joss, I’m cumming.’ Sophie shouted.

But quickly I pulled out of Sophie hot wet pussy and ran for the phone.

‘Hi Joss,’ she answered as soon as I said hello. ‘I’ll be there in about 30 minutes.’ I slammed the phone down and went back, pushing my dick back into sis’s hot volcano.

‘We have to be quick, Sis; she’s already on the way. Thirty minutes maybe.’ So my hot dick went into overdrive and slammed it in and out of Sophie’s hot pot. I made her cum a second time but saved my cream in my balls for later. We became decent and cycled quickly to the square.

We picked Lisa and soon we were back to the normal life of hot sex and the pleasures of the flesh. When we thought we had enough and while enjoying a light lunch we discussed the program for the ten days we were going to be alone. Immediately, the first item was about the new unexpected visitors, who were imposed to come over and share these few glorious days. Are they going to join the fun or not? That was the question which Sophie and I were asking.

‘Well,’ Lisa started, ‘Sylvie is a very beautiful girl, got fantastic body but is very shy. From what my mother told me, she is still a virgin; and it seems she had never dated. The whole thing is, her mother wants her to enjoy sex and the order is that you, Joss take her up after introductions and break her. Don’t worry she is on the pill, even the others.’

I just stayed silent hearing the good news.

‘And who else is coming?’ Sis asked.

‘The blond twins; you know who I’m referring too?’ Both sis and I nodded. ‘They are a very gorgeous and an attractive pair of identical twins, well behaved, but seemed that they had not been deflowered yet. They are just a few months older then you Sophie. Joss, you take their fronts and Klaus do their backs, but Sylvie is totally yours. These are Mum’s instructions.’

‘What do you mean; Mums’ instructions?’ I asked nearly shouting.

‘Well mum knows a lot about you Joss. I had always kept her informed; otherwise she won’t let us come. There is one thing you have to worry about; be careful how to break Sylvie, otherwise sure we will have ten days of real fun.’

‘Wowww! That’s great.’ Sophie shouted.

‘Well, one more thing, Joss. Before the holidays, my mum wanted to watch you making love to me and Sophie.’

‘No way!’ I shouted. ‘I couldn’t understand how your Mum tries to run my sex life? This is intolerable.’

‘Remember, she is sending you three virgins. I will let you know when, and you Sophie, is also included.’ She said pointing her finger towards Sophie.

The day passed and they had a great time pleasuring one another. We did it in the barn and on the straw, when we were nearly caught by pop. Our parents liked Lisa very much, and they were very pleased to see her here with us. They also asked about Klaus. Pop even offered to drive her back home, but her mother was already on the way.

I slipped upstairs just after Lisa excused herself to go to the toilet. I was just in time to pick her up as soon as she was out. We dived into Sophie’s room, which was the closest, laid her on the bed, lifted her skirt and plunged my nose into her still wet pussy. Just smelled nice, after she peed! I sucked her like crazy and as soon as she started to moan I gave her a very hard quick fuck which she definitely loved and enjoyed. I lost count of how many times she came. She cried and shouted and I was sure that everyone down there in the sitting room knew what was going on up.

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(This series is only loosely based on facts surrounding the Gettysburg campaign of 1863. None of the major characters are intended to represent any real persons. Units, corps, and other battle-related facts are not meant to exactly mirror the actions of either army at Gettysburg.)

June 29, 1863

Outside Chambersburg, PA

Elizabeth Wade opened the back door and peeked in both directions. She dared not go out the front. Rumors of Confederates in the area had been discarded by Mrs. Wade until the previous evening, when smoke rose above the trees less than two miles to the east, where there should have been no smoke.

Now she gathered up the shawl that hung from her neck and walked briskly towards the barn. She’d do the chores as normal, but with an eye cast up the road. Her long brown hair fluttered behind her as she moved rapidly, nervously taking care of chickens, cows and pigs.

In all her thirty years, she was never this frightened. Oh, how she wanted her Robert home with her. They said they would add to their family of four when he returned. Until the danger passed, her son and daughter were with her mother in Pittsburgh. She prayed every night they would all live long enough to be back together.

A short distance away, to the east of the Wade farm, the men Elizabeth feared most huddled around morning campfires.

“I hear that ol’ Lee has no clue where the yankees are,” Sam Fisher grumbled, poking at the fire with a stick.

“Yeah. Showman Jeb has gone on another of his publicity seeking joyrides with the cavalry and kinda left him guessing,” Jack Campbell replied, pulling off his coat.

The morning air was already full of humidity and warmth, not a good sign for the travel-worn members of the 102nd Virginia infantry. They had left the comfort and safety of Virginia three weeks previous and were now in southern Pennsylvania, living meagerly off the land or what they could ‘buy’ from the locals as they passed through.

It was rolling farmland mainly, with thick woods, corn and wheat fields, and the occasional small village. Hatred for the Confederates was more than evident, although violent hostility was rare. Days were spent marching and foraging.

And repeatedly reading the latest mail from home. Jack pulled out the most recent letter from his wife Jennie, back on the farm in southwest Virginia.

Sam was rambling on, but Jack was lost deep in thought about his beautiful brown eyed wife and their two year old daughter. The only picture he had of Jennie was nearly faded out, and rains from a few weeks ago left it wrinkled. But he kept it with the letter and used them both as reasons to continue living from day to day.

He was almost done reading when a sergeant rushed up.

“Campbell. Fisher,” the short, bearded man bellowed. “Go get Wilson and an empty wagon and take a ride down that road.”

The sergeant pointed to a nearby dirt path heading west.

“Don’t start no trouble. Just find whatever supplies you can. Bread. Meat. Especially meat,” he said. “Bacon. Ham. Whatever they got at the first farm you come to. Give ’em a receipt and tell ’em Richmond will send ’em cash.”

He was about to leave, but turned and said, “And keep your hands off the women.”

Jack and Sam were actually pleased to have something to keep them occupied for a few hours. Neither of them had made an ‘official’ visit to a farm on the march into Pennsylvania, so it promised to offer a nice reprieve from the daily routine. And the youngster Wilson would be entertaining, if not necessarily helpful.”

Jack Campbell was twenty five. Tall, lean, and good looking, his rugged face and body made him the target of many young women before Jennie latched on. He was smart, dedicated to the cause, and fearless.

Sam was in his mid thirties, heavier set with an unkempt beard, as opposed to Jack’s neatly trimmed facial hair. Sam had volunteered right after the news of Fort Sumter, and had fought in several hot spots already. His calm demeanor was soothing to the newly enlisted Jack.

Wilson was just eighteen. He joined the 102nd in May. Little did he know what he was in for, but his youth made him blind to it anyway.

As soon as a wagon was found, the three soldiers set off down the road. Morning fog was lifting and bright sunshine overhead promised good weather. The only sounds, once they left the proximity of the camp, came from the mourning doves, pheasants, and wagon wheels on the gravel path.

“I’d pay the devil for some new shoes,” Sam groused while fumbling with his boots. “These gave out sometime around Sharpsburg.”

“I heard somebody say there’s a town close by called Gettysburg that was supposed to have shoes,” Jack said. “Maybe we’ll get there.”

“Or maybe that farm has some,” Wilson said, pointing at a farmhouse when they got to the top of a small rise in the road.

“I see a smokehouse,” Jack said, squinting in the morning sun. “And I hear cattle. So far so good.”

“Now if these folk get nasty,” Sam warned, “we’re pendik escort to turn right back and skedaddle. Got it?”

Jack and Wilson nodded.

Jack was paying more attention to a figure he saw between the smokehouse and the farmhouse. There was no mistaking the sight of a woman; a woman with long, flowing, dark hair that reminded him instantly of Jennie. Even the way she moved was like her.

The three Confederates saw her look their way. She stopped dead in her tracks. And then rushed inside the back of the house.

“She’s getting her man,” Sam said. “Remember, no trouble here or the sergeant will have us hung from a tree.”

The two-story farmhouse sat in front of a medium size farm by northern standards. The rebs would have loved to own a farm as nice, with its German barn, outbuildings, and smokehouse. And as soon as they saw the horses in the first barn they passed, each of them knew they would not come away empty handed from this scavenger hunt.

Once off the wagon, they approached cautiously, instinctively separating themselves by several paces to make it harder for someone to take them all out at once. But no shots were fired by the time they were at the rear of the house. Sam stepped onto the creaky back porch and pounded on the door.

He moved to the side of the door, musket raised at his side, ready for quick use if need be.

“Who is it?” a female voice called out.

“Open up, ma’am,” Sam ordered.

A short pause was followed by an unlatching of the door and another squeak as it opened. Sam could only see the woman’s frightened face.

“Members of the 102nd Virginia infantry, first corps, under the command of Major General Pickett and General Longstreet, here to purchase from you necessary supplies in compliance with the orders of commanding General Lee. Open up, ma’am.”

Elizabeth had been told by Esther McVicker just the week before that the rebels wiped out entire villages that refused to supply them. Her survival the rest of the summer depended on her store of meat. Yet, disobedience meant never getting to see Robert again.

She opened the door half way, enough to see the faces of the three men encircling her porch.

“I’ve got nothing,” she said with a quivering voice.

“Where’s your husband?” Sam asked.

“He’s in town. He’ll be back soon,” she replied.

Same wouldn’t have believed her even without looking into her eyes.

“Let us in, ma’am”

He didn’t wait for her approval. Sam barged in, followed quickly by Jack and Wilson. Jack and Elizabeth exchanged fleeting looks as they passed, Elizabeth searching for a non-threatening face and Jack searching for his young wife in the first female face he had seen up close in weeks.

“Not much evidence of a man in here,” Sam said. “I’d hate to think you’d lie to us. Is all the meat in the smokehouse?”

Elizabeth nodded. “Please don’t take everything. I beg you. Leave me enough to live on.”

“Just you?” Jack asked her. “Not your husband.”

She knew right away she had been caught, and nearly broke into tears. Sam was the first to allay her fears. “Wilson. You and me will check out the smokehouse, leaving the lady a little for herself. Jack, stay here and collect whatever supplies you can.”

After Sam and Wilson left, Jack laid his gun on the kitchen table and said to Elizabeth, “Don’t worry, ma’am. Sam’s a decent man. He’s got a family, too. He’ll leave you something.”

“Thank you,” Elizabeth said meekly.

“Do you have flour, sugar? Anything?”

“In the cellar,” she replied.

“Will you take me?”

She led him back outside and around to the corner of the house. She pulled open the large door to the sunken cellar and preceded Jack down the steps. His eyes never left her, taking in every move she made. Her dress, while clearly old, fit perfectly around her well proportioned body. She was average in height and weight and undoubtedly healthy.

Once inside, Jack walked around the large space, making a mental inventory of the cans of flour and sugar. When he glanced back at Elizabeth, she quickly looked away.

“How long has he been gone?” Jack asked.

“My husband? Almost two years.”

“Where is he?”

Elizabeth shrugged. “Last I heard, Virginia.”

“Strange,” Jack said, as he walked back to her. “He’s there and I’m here.”

“It isn’t fair, is it?” Elizabeth said, now openly staring into his eyes.

He wasn’t at all the barbarian Esther had described. He was a man, like her Robert, in unfamiliar territory trying to endure. There was a little bit of fear in both of their faces. And something else. A longing for normalcy, perhaps. Maybe a reassurance they weren’t alone.

“What’s his name?” Jack inquired.

“Robert. And hers?”

“Jennie.”

“She looks like you,” he said, reaching out. “With your hair.”

He ran the back of his fingers down the side of her head.

Elizabeth closed her eyes, then quickly opened them. “You should get your supplies.”

His hand had maltepe escort not stopped. It was on her shoulder.

“I will,” Jack said.

He put the palm of his hand on her bare skin, pushing it away from her neck and taking the top of her dress with it. When he got to the curve of her shoulder, he moved to the other side and pushed the dress aside there, too. The straps of her chemise lingered behind.

Elizabeth’s skin was fair and unblemished, except for a small freckle on one shoulder. The rise of her breasts was evident, especially now with the quick breaths she was taking.

“We should get…”

“No. Wait,” he said. “Don’t be frightened.”

He put his hand on her chin and raised her face. He studied the eyes and nose and lips. Jack leaned down and kissed her lightly. There was no response. He put his lips on hers again and ran his tongue across the top. This time her mouth opened just a crack. Jack kissed harder.

Elizabeth didn’t want this. She wanted to push Jack away and run up the steps to the outside. Instead, she kissed him. She opened her mouth and met his tongue with hers and she kissed him. Her body ignited the way it used to with Robert and she explored his mouth with her tongue.

Jack had his hands on her upper arms, gradually tugging on the sleeves of the dress until it began falling down her arms. Elizabeth was stumbling backwards toward the wall.

“Stop. We mustn’t be found,” she managed to say.

“Be quiet. Or we will.”

Jack was kissing her neck and below it, where the dress was giving way and her chemise undergarment was not yet protecting. Her skin was warm and smooth and tender. Jack felt the throbbing between his legs begin to press against his pants and Elizabeth felt it when they crashed against the wall.

“Please,” she begged him.

He knew what she meant, but he continued his deliberate removing of the dress until her arms were completely free of the dress sleeves. Now he could see the magnificence of her generous breasts under the thin chemise. Her nipples pressed against the fabric and he ran his hands over them. Elizabeth turned her head away and closed her eyes.

Jack pushed the dress down to the floor, revealing her chemise and the off-white drawers underneath. Her stockings stopped at the knees.

“You kissed me willingly,” Jack said. “I much prefer that to your false pleadings. How can I win you back?”

“You could start by dressing me again,” she said coldly.

Jack grinned and looked down at her chest. “No, I was going to let you do that. After we’re done.”

He forced his mouth onto hers and the kiss was revisited. Again, Elizabeth gave in to an inner urge, and the kiss turned more passionate. Her hands touched him this time, only lightly on the sides. But contact was made.

Jack was more direct, clutching at her breasts through the chemise and eventually pulling on the straps until it would have fallen off if Elizabeth had not held it in place with one hand. Jack pulled the hand aside and they watched the undergarment fall to her feet.

Her breasts were full and firm. The nipples were dark and stiff. In the cool air of the cellar, goose bumps began to appear on her flawless skin. Jack immediately lowered his face to one breast and began sucking feverishly on it.

Elizabeth pushed against him half-heartedly. Jack grabbed her wrists and continued licking and sucking, alternating between the tits until the nipples were both wet from his saliva. Elizabeth felt the tingle between her legs that only Robert could cause. Until today.

“Please stop,” she moaned.

“Or what? Or you will cry out for me? For my hard cock?”

The words stunned her. She was frightened, and excited, and puzzled. How many times in the past year had she used her own hand to pleasure herself. Now this strange man, a Confederate soldier, was threatening to take her. And she felt a stimulation like the first time Robert took her in the woods. Like she felt when she put her hand…

He was touching her. Through her drawers, he was touching her there. Elizabeth opened her mouth and made no sound; just an intake of air, over and over again as he rubbed her harder. He was nibbling on her nipples and driving her wild with lust.

Her hand went to him, as if on its own accord. Elizabeth reached for his hardness and put her palm on it. She searched out its entire length.

“Do you want it?”

She wouldn’t say it. She couldn’t.

Jack’s hand slid inside the drawers and he found her wetness.

“Do you?”

A tear escaped her eye and slid down her cheek. He was stroking her most sensitive spot, forcing her onto her toes trying to escape his hand. And then she shrieked when two fingers were thrust inside her.

“Tell me,” he whispered. “Do you want me?”

More tears flowed. Elizabeth nodded.

Jack nearly ripped her drawers off. Elizabeth stepped out of the pile of clothes while Jack pulled out his rock hard cock. She glanced at it only briefly before he spread kartal escort her legs and lifted one leg with his muscular arm. She felt his hardness against her thigh. Then he had it in place.

There was no waiting. No more kisses.

“Ahhhhhhh!” Elizabeth cried out as he entered her.

Jack grunted even louder and began to fuck her wildly. Elizabeth clung to him, totally lost in lust and fear and anger. Her bare ass rubbed against the rough wall until Jack put his hand there, pulling her closer and increasing the friction between her body and his cock.

Then he kissed her and Elizabeth submitted. Months and months of loneliness and desperation drove them both towards a much needed climax, one that would echo through the grimy cellar and leak through the floor of the house into the kitchen where Sam and Wilson waited impatiently.

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“Well, did you have any luck?” Sam asked with considerable mockery when Jack and Elizabeth finally entered the house through the back door.

“Finding supplies? Yes,” Jack replied.

Elizabeth’s meek expression and tousled hair gave away the true account, as if it needed to be told.

“Where’s Wilson?” Jack asked, primarily to change the subject.

“Upstairs,” Sam said. “Why don’t you gather up them supplies and begin loading the wagon. Me and Wilson have some chores for the young lady.”

Jack didn’t like the sound of it, but he couldn’t do much to protect Elizabeth now. Reluctantly, he walked out and back towards the cellar.

In the kitchen, Sam told Elizabeth, “Heat up some water. Wilson found the bath and wants to take advantage of it while we’re here. It’s been far too long since any of us had a nice, hot bath, little lady. I’m sure you won’t mind.”

It took several minutes for the large cast iron pot of water to begin steaming over the fire. Sam watched every move the woman made and had her bring out some bread and butter while they waited. Upstairs, they heard Wilson’s footsteps as he began undressing.

Jack made numerous trips to and from the wagon, attempting each time to see inside the house, without success. It was useless anyway, as Sam soon had Elizabeth carry the hot water up to the bath, far out of sight.

Elizabeth paused at the door when she saw Wilson bending over to remove the last of his grubby clothing. She stared at the naked young man and the large cock that hung between his legs. When Wilson stood up, the skinny, youthful frame seemed child-like. Except for the manhood in front.

“I put whatever cold water I could find in there,” Wilson said. “Heat it up for me now.”

The tub was shallow and fairly short with a curved edge and simple, metal legs. There was nothing ornate about it whatsoever. To Wilson, it looked like a king’s bath.

Elizabeth walked over and poured in the entire contents of her pot. The water was now a few inches deep. She backed away, turning away from Wilson in the process. Sam stopped her a few feet from the bath.

“Stay here,” he ordered.

He forced her to turn and watch as Wilson gingerly stepped into the tub and then sank into the water, stretching out as far as he could. He settled down and rested his head on one end, smiling broadly.

“Ahhhh. This is heaven, Sam,” the teenager said. “Now get me some soap.”

Sam motioned for Elizabeth to deliver it. She took a brownish bar from the sill next to the tub and began to offer it to Wilson.

“No. Keep it,” Sam told her. “You do the honors. Get him good and clean so he don’t stink so much.”

Elizabeth’s fear quickly returned, unsure just how far the men would go. She stepped back over to the sill and picked up the cup she used to pour water over herself when she used the same tub. She returned to Wilson’s side, got on her knees, and said quietly, “Lean up.”

He sat upright and Elizabeth filled the cup with water from behind him. She couldn’t help but notice the growing thickness of his cock, dreading the inevitable cleaning of his legs. She poured the water over his shoulders and back and began to rub the harsh soap over his leathery skin.

Elizabeth was swift in her duties, rinsing him clean and moving to his arms. Wilson leaned back and reveled in the treatment he was receiving. She washed his hairless chest, stopping well short of his waist, which was barely under water. But now the cock was longer, with purple veins appearing along the sides. Wilson saw her looking, and it made him even harder.

She moved to his legs, which he needed to bend to fit in the tub. Elizabeth rubbed halfway up his thighs. Then she rinsed him off.

“You missed some,” Sam said when it looked as if Elizabeth was about to stand. “You know what I mean. Now get it all. Use your hands.”

The grin on Wilson’s face was quite the contrast to Elizabeth’s grimace. But the sooner she was done, the sooner they’d leave. So she covered her hands in soap and reached down. She slid her palms over the area above his cock first, then moved closer to his balls. Wilson raised his body slightly out of the water at the same time.

“Everything,” Sam ordered.

Elizabeth’s hands were nearly soap-free now, but she took his cock in one hand and stroked him from bottom to top. She instantly felt him harden nearly to a full erection.

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I noticed you first thing when you came in the office in the morning. “Wow!” was the one word that I wanted to say but never left my mouth. That short tight fitting dress showing off your beautiful bare legs was what first caught my eye. Then as you walked by, the profile of your large breasts stretching the material to its breaking point. Your hair and makeup just right. My mind foggy with thoughts of desire, words I wanted to say but nothing will come out. Disappointment as the door closed behind you, gone!

Left with my mind spinning at the sight that I believed I saw, or was it just a fantasy. People walking through the door making noise and carrying on, bring me back to reality. However, in the back of my mind, the image is burned. Yearning to see again to verify it was real. With every little break I get, I recall your image and relish in the feeling it brings.

As time goes on, continuing with my work, I resolved myself to never seeing you again. Only the memory which brings a smile and a stirring felt but hopefully unseen.

During a moment with a customer, something in the universe of gods told me to look up. In the distance, I saw you again walking back to your office. This time I was focused. Though the droning of noise around me, I tuned everything out and watched you walk. Every stride you took, purposefully. Everytime your breasts heaved up and down. Your tight smooth leg muscles flexed as you walked in your heels. Your ass, oh that ass, that great ass formed so nice in the dress. Bouncing as you walk raising the hem higher with each step showing more of your delicious upper thighs. As you disappeared again, reality snapped me back. I looked around to see if anyone saw me with my mouth open or the look on my face. I wasn’t the only one that saw you. You grabbed the attention of a couple of other guys as we all looked around at each other and shared a slight knowing smile.

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That “knowing” smile from the other guys stirred something in me. Whether it was a little jealousy, lust or both, I wanted you. For the next pendik escort couple of hours I thought about you. We’ve talked before in the past, had casual conversation, even shared some personal details. We’ve known each other for some time but now I WANTED you. I want to touch, to feel you. I want to smell, to taste you. I CRAVE you now.

With my mind racing, and my dick getting increasingly harder. I get my phone and find your number. Texting you: “I can’t take it anymore. I want you so bad. meet me in the back storage room in 15min. Knock 3 times.” After about five minutes talking myself in and out of this decision, it’s now or never. I excused myself and asked a co-worker to cover me while I take a break. Heading to the storage room, I’m feeling both nervous and excited. Will you even show up? What will happen? What should I do?

The storage room was a converted small office. There I paced around like a caged animal. My cock harding and then softening depending on what is racing through my mind. Startled by three soft raps on the door, I jumped. With palms sweating and heart pounding, I opened the door and there your were. I step aside allowing you to enter. No words spoken, looking into your eyes, seeing into your soul and the sparkle, I’m lost for a moment that seems like minutes. I notice you smile. That was it. That was the flame to the fuse. Words from my mouth, “I have to fuck you.” I lean down and our mouths meld into one. Lips on lips, tongue on tongue, dancing, sucking, trying to breath. I feel your hand rubbing the bulge in my pants as if checking. I run my hand through your hair as you release a muffed moan. My other hand helping yours unbuckle and drop my pants, releasing my pent up lust. Again you moan as your hand slowly feels my manhood. You break the kiss and start to drop down. I know what’s coming, but no, I can’t let it. Knowing that if you take me into your mouth, I’ll explode instantly.

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Pulling you up, I turn you around to face the wall. Knowingly, you push your ass out. I raise your dress to maltepe escort your hips. My hands searching for the satiny fabric that caresses your pleasure, only to feel nothing but soft warm skin. My cock pulses at the thought of you not wearing panties all day. I lean forward pressing my rigid member into the crack of your ass as I bend down and nibble your neck, your hair in my face as I breathed you in. I tease you for a minute, wanting you to feel me, feel my heat. As I slowly slide down dragging the pulsing head between your cheeks, I know you’re ready as I can feel you pushing back into me. Dropping down I can feel the heat between your legs. As I come back up I feel your fingers grasp my shaft and guide me. First a little tease of your clit as I moan, then pushing me to the entrance of your pussy.

Feeling your wetness is more than I can handle. With one hand grabbing your breast and the other your shoulder, I breathlessly whisper in your ear, “Your mine!” as I thrust deep inside you. As I’m instantly transported to another existence, my mind swirling. I feel you wrapped around my being, squeezing me, I relish in the pleasure. Like slowly waking from a deep sleep, I start to become aware of my movements. Rhythmic thrusting accompanied by the soft audible slapping against your ass mixed with an occasional moan and grunt. I reach around with both hands and free your heaving breasts from confinement. Feeling the wonderfully smooth soft flesh as they fill my hands. I squeeze them as I tell you, “fuck me.” You respond by matching my thrusts. You’re pussy is so wet, your juices are running down my balls. You moan as my cock grows bigger, harder, readying to erupt.

My mind is racing as I can feel my balls tighten. I have an urge to “mark” you somehow. Thinking if I cum inside you, you’ll feel me leaking out the rest of the day. But that can be a bit too messy as I know I’m going to flood you. As much as I want to cum on your face, that would be impractical as it would smear your makeup and a bit obvious. Breasts. I’ll cum on your breasts. kartal escort Even though you’re wearing a dress, you’re showing a lot of cleavage and still feel my sticky cum all day.

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As I feel my cock harden like a hot steel rod and my balls churn and tighten, I release your breasts and grab your hips, thrusting even harder and deeper. Seeing your beautiful smooth legs and your wonderful ass shake, sends me to the point of no return. One more hard thrust and I pull out putting a death grip on my cock while telling you to turn around and get on your knees. As I see you kneeling, your breasts hanging out of your dress, your face flush with lust and a slight moisture, we lock eyes. Again I’m lost in your soul. The sparkle in your eye as you knowingly smile as if teasing me. My body convulses as I let out a loud moan and my cock spews it’s pent up desire for you. Stream after spasming stream landing on your neck and breasts. The tops of your breasts shiny, a pool of cum at your cleavage slowly sliding down between. With my legs shaking from my orgasm, my cock recoils from its death throes, I milk out the last remnants as you lick the head.

I help you to your feet and with your breasts still out, I help you rub my cum all over them. I tell you how I want you to leave my dried sticky cum on your breasts for the rest of the day as a reminder of me. With that, I raise your dress again and reach between your legs. You widen your legs allowing me access as I slip two fingers up deep inside your soaking wet pussy. I finger you for a minute, hearing the squishy sounds knowing that I didn’t have to cum inside you, that you’ll be wet long enough. I take my fingers and taste you, telling you that I won’t wash my hand so I can smell you all day.

You put your sticky cum covered breasts back into your dress as I tuck my flacid cock back into my pants. I lean in and kiss you deeply again, as we taste each other on our tongues. Catching our breath, we make our last adjustments trying to resemble normalcy. As we exit the room, I can’t help but reach down and cup your amazing ass and squeeze one last time as you giggle and we part ways.

Later that day, I saw you walk by and as we looked at each other, I raised my fingers to my nose, smiled and winked at you.

What a WONDERFUL day!

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Ron pulled up in front of the run-down two-bedroom bungalow. It was his third stop today and it looked promising from the information on his claim sheet. The claimant was a single woman, 31 years old, and one of the few that had flood insurance in this neighborhood.

Ron always volunteered to work the lower income neighborhoods. If they did have insurance they needed every penny of it, these weren’t people with investments, or even savings accounts, in most instances. So when Ron swaggered in, and he did swagger, he was in the position of making sure they got enough cash to be whole again, or he could make it very difficult on them. Such was the power of an insurance adjuster after a hurricane with a substantial tidal surge.

He had honed his sleazy game and he wasn’t above trading favors for a favorable report. His favorite target was attractive single females. He had also had some fun with a few married couples, amazing what people will do for money. At 42, he was a little overweight, not uncommon in men his age. He knew he was well equipped but his personality had limited his success with the women.

As he was organizing his paperwork he saw her step out of the house, the screen door on the small front porch gently slamming behind her. Ron felt like his day was definitely improving when he saw her standing there anxiously waiting for him. He guessed she was about 5’5″. She had dark shoulder length hair and was wearing short cut-off jeans with a white sleeveless top, the top couple of buttons undone revealing a nice swell of cleavage. She wasn’t thin but also not overweight and he was guessing she had a nice full ass.

Getting out of the car, he approached her with all the professional attitude he could muster. They shook hands as she introduced herself as Gail. Ron glanced around and from the waterline on the house from the flood waters could pretty much assume the extent of the damage. He told her he would need about 15 minutes to look around and she could accompany him or wait inside.

“The AC is out, the damn outside unit was under water,” she remarked. “It’s not much cooler in the house than it is out here.”

“Well you are more than welcome to join me,” he said already working his angle. “I feel terrible that you got this water damage. When I saw your claim I postponed a couple of other jobs so I could get out here as soon as possible,” he lied.

They walked around the property, Ron taking notes and snapping pictures. Next they headed inside, Ron appreciating her shapely ass as he followed her in. He did the same routine, making notes and taking pictures without really say anything. When he finished they sat at the kitchen table as Ron took out his tablet and started going over the damage he saw and what she could possibly expect the insurance company to pay.

The news was not good for Gail as he explained what would be covered, and after applying her deductible, what she might get a check for. Ron paused to let it sink in, all part of his routine. He watched as her hopeful face lost all of its glow and a tear escaped her eye.

“Shit, there is no way I can afford to fix the house if that is all I am going to get. I really don’t know what I am going to do,” she confided in him. “I can’t live here without making at least most of the repairs, and I don’t make enough to rent somewhere and continue paying the mortgage,” the tears now trickling down her cheeks.

“Unfortunately, I have seen this happen too many times. I wish I could do something to help you.”

“Isn’t there a way to write it up so more is covered? I know you mentioned if it was a little worse they could give me more for the damage,” she pleaded.

Ron looked pensive for a moment. “That’s true,” she had picked up on his comments as he hoped she would. “But I could also get in trouble for insurance fraud, losing my job would be the least of it.” He saw a glimmer of hope in her eyes.

“Well, what can we do? Should we check the place again, I can’t afford a loss like this.”

Ron moved in to close the deal. He looked at her, obviously checking her out. He took his time before speaking as she sat there nervously hoping he had something positive to say. “If I set it up so you would get, let’s say another $7500.00, would that put you where you need to be?”

“Oh my god, yes! Just tell me how we do it,” and she knew from his look what he was expecting. No longer the professional, he was now a predator and she was the prey.

There was an unspoken acquiescence, the silence hung heavy in the room. The whirring of the fans providing the backdrop. “I have a couple of hours to kill, do you want to make a deal.?”

She sat there stunned, taking in what he was offering. He wasn’t forcing her into anything, if she said no he would be gone in a couple of minutes. If she agreed, she would come out of the situation pendik escort with a fixed home and some cash in her pocket. They would be partners in crime. He was taking advantage of the situation and it was up to her oblige him and cheat the insurance company.

“What’s your deal?” she mumbled.

“We just spend the next couple of hours doing what I want, whatever I want,” he stated firmly.

She hesitated, “OK, within limits.” She was quite adventurous with sex as long as it didn’t get too weird.

“What, you want a safe word or something,” he laughed. “OK, its adjuster, just don’t use it too soon. Agreed?”

She shook her head affirmatively. He was kinky, maybe he would go for something more advanced. “How about I let you have your way until you cum, then I get to do what I want?” She saw the interest in his eyes. “Maybe you’ll need a safe word,” she smirked. If this was going to happen she planned to take it all the way.

“You got it,” his voice slightly raspy. This was not what he was expecting but did play to one of his dark fantasies. “Now come over here and stand in front of me.”

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you checking me out all day. If you think your discreet; you’re not”

“I couldn’t help it; you have such a sexy body. Nice full tits, and an ass that’s to die for. I can’t wait to see what else is in those Daisy Dukes of yours.”

She stood on display in front of him, waiting. He reached out and took by the hand pulling her closer as he sat in the chair, their knees nearly touching. He ran his hands up her bare arm, her breasts at his eye level and he unabashedly stared at the cleavage and the swell of her breasts presented to him. Then his hands traveled down her arms and over her hips to the outside of her smooth legs and back up again. He ran his finger up the trail of buttons on her blouse and then touched the bare skin revealed by the open buttons. Then he slowly started undoing the buttons. The first one he undid revealed the lacy top of the minimal black bra that she was wearing, the next one allowed him to brush his hand across her bra and open her blouse. She expected him to grab her breasts when instead he sat back and gazed at her. She glanced down to see his cock was already pressed against his trousers.

“Continue unbuttoning your blouse for me,” he commanded.

She hesitated only a couple of seconds before undoing the remaining three buttons. She let her blouse hang open feeling very exposed as he sat there staring at her.

“Take it off.”

She let it slide down her arms and onto the floor. Her bra barely concealing the nipples of her plump 36C breasts. She saw him smirk as he focused on her hard nipples pushing against the thin material. He reached out and hooked his thumb into the waist band of her shorts, pulling her forward until she stood between his spread legs. He unsnapped her jean shorts and slowly pulled the zipper down. Ron slid his hand inside the shorts and around her until they rested on her ass. He started sliding them down, exposing her panties and he realized by the thin strap of a waist band that she was wearing a thong. He let them fall to the floor as he gazed at her pussy barely covered by the lacey patch of material. He had always been an “ass” man and as sexy as she looked he couldn’t wait to see her turn around, his cock growing harder by the second. This was turning out way better than any of his expectations.

“Turn around,” his voice reflected his growing excitement.

Gail did as she was told. She turned around, her ass mere inches from his face. Ron caressed her cheeks with both hands, she was amazingly firm for having such a nice full behind. She felt him fondling her ass for a few minutes then she felt him planting kisses all over her abundant cheeks. When he was momentarily satisfied with feeling her up he grabbed her arm and spun her back toward him.

“Lay across my lap, I am going to warm up your ass for you.”

Gail did as directed. Lying across his lap, her butt up in the air and lewdly on display, she could feel his large cock pressing into her belly even though he still had his trousers on. His hand moved in a circular pattern across both of her cheeks. She had to admit it felt quite nice. Then, without warning, he brought his hand down in quick slap to her ass. She yelled out, she couldn’t help it.

“I am glad you screamed, it turns me on. But no more screaming, I don’t need the neighbors over here.”

With that said, he proceeded to flail her upturned ass with another dozen swats. She suppressed he need to scream, emitting instead a low moan. Then he gently rubbed her ass as he admired his handiwork, her fanny now a nice pink color. Then he shoved his hands between her thighs, forcing them apart. He massaged her pussy through the barely there material of her thong. After a minute or so he maltepe escort pushed the material aside and rubbed her now moist pussy. Ron inserted a thick finger into her and finger fucked her for several seconds, then forced a second finger into her, he felt and heard her moan. He slowly fucked her with his fingers, she responded by pushing back against them, driving them deeper into her cunt. Then he pressed against her anus with his thumb. She was expecting something like that knowing he was into asses but it still took her by surprise. He rubbed her rosebud with his thumb as his fingers worked on her pussy. I took no more than a minute before she exploded in an orgasm.

He let her relax for a few moments enjoying the aftershocks of her orgasm. Then he helped her up. As she stood there, he slipped down her thong so he could see the beautiful pussy he had just fingered to orgasm. As he could tell by massaging her, she was clean shaven.

“I need you to take that bra off, I have to see those lovely tits,” he told her.

She unhooked it and let it slide down her arms, exposing her full breast. There were topped by two medium sized brown nipples that were completely erect. She ran her hands over them just for affect.

She stood before him completely nude and feeling quite vulnerable. She was also oddly excited. She instinctively raised her hands up to cover her breasts. He told her to take them down and put them behind her back. She did so as he continued to devour her body with his eyes. She felt his fingers run up her soft inner thighs and then brush against her still sensitive pussy. She closed her eyes as she felt both of his hands move up and caress her breasts. He gently squeezed them telling her how beautiful they were. She winced slightly as he rolled her nipples between is thumbs and forefingers.

“Time for you to do something for me,” he told her and motioned for her to kneel in front of him.

She didn’t need to be told what he wanted. She started by rubbing his cock through his pants. There was no doubt her was well endowed. Even with his pants on she could feel the thickness and length of his cock. Then she unbuckled his belt. She undid the top of his pants and pulled his zipper down. She tried to reach in and grab his cock but the pants were too tight. He stopped her for a second when it was obvious she wasn’t going to be able to extract his dick with his pants on.

She had him lift his hips as she pulled his pants down to his ankles. He was wearing thin tight fitting sport briefs that were being stretched by his big eight-inch cock.

Gail rubbed his cock through his briefs and Ron closed his eyes and let himself get lost in the moment. Gail worked the front of his briefs down exposing his big dick, the biggest that Gail had encountered to date. She wrapped her hand as far around it as it would reach and gave him a couple of slow strokes. A couples drops of pre-cum appeared on the bulbous head. She saw Ron look down.

“How about a little taste, love?” he asked her.

While keeping eye contact, she took his thick cock into her mouth and ran her tongue over the head of it cleaning it up. She then continued sucking and stroking his hard cock. She found it a fun challenge to see how much of his cock she could stuff into her face. With her other hand, she fondled his big balls and could feel them starting to tighten, signally he was heading towards an orgasm and possibly erupting in her mouth. She sucked and stroked him. She teased his balls and even his taint with her fingernails. She noticed his head was back and his eyes were closed. Her talented tongue and mouth were bringing him to the brink of orgasm.

Ron put his hand on her head, telling her back off a bit. He didn’t want to cum too soon. He remembered the agreement they had made, that she would be in charge once he blew his load.

“I want to fuck you,” he panted. “I need to feel my cock in that sweet pussy of yours.”

The stood up, Gail completely nude. Ron kicked off his shoes and stepped out his pants and underwear. As he followed her to the bedroom he stripped off his shirt.

“How do you want me?” she asked teasingly.

“Oh shit, I want you every way. I guess we can start with you riding me. After that, I may need to bend you over the bed and do you from behind.”

Gail was fine with fucking him, looking forward to riding that thick cock. She was a bit concerned what he would do to her when he had her bent over the bed. Both her pussy and her asshole would be available for his pleasure. She didn’t think he would let her use her safe word to get out of an ass fucking.

Ron lied back on the bed, his still hard cock pointing straight up. Gail straddled him. Lowering herself until the tip of his cock was touching her. Reaching down, she grabbed his shaft and guided the head of his cock kartal escort between her wet lips. She took him slowly, letting herself adjust to his sizeable prick. Once she got the head in, she took him inch by inch until she was impaled on his cock. The both remained motionless for several seconds as her body relaxed. Then she initiated a gentle up and down motion. She had never felt so filled, but she was learning to love it.

The gentle fucking progressed to a more regular rhythm as she relaxed. It was easy to tell that Ron was completely absorbed in the activity as his cock slid in and out of her tight smooth cunt. She picked up the pace until she was raising up until only the head of his cock was in her and them slamming all the way down.

He had her stop and rolled her off of him onto the mattress. He positioned himself over her and ran his hand down smooth body. As he caressed and squeezed her breasts he started kissing her neck. His hand slid further down her body and when his fngers reached her wet pussy he kissed her breasts and sucked her nipples. Slowly he kissed his way down to crotch and slid his tongue up and down her slit before plunging it into her. He always enjoyed going down on a woman after he had given them enough good strokes to get them wet, but before he actually came. Not all the ladies appreciated this.

He rolled back over and had her mount him again. His hands played with her tits and then grabbed her full ass in a tight grip as he fucked her harder.

She had another orgasm as she rode him. She could tell he was getting close.

“I don’t want to cum yet,” he told her. “I want you to suck me off!” but he was quickly losing control. He also could not bring himself to make her stop. It felt so fucking good inside of her. His face twisted into a grimace. He grabbed by the hips and pulled her down onto himself as he shoved his cock as deep as he could inside her. “Aww, fuck fuck fuck,” he yelled as he pumped his load into her.

She could feel his cock throbbing as he lost control and filled her with his warm jism. He seemed like he orgasmed for quite a while, his cock rock hard and buried in her warmth. She couldn’t believe it, but she had another small orgasm too.

She collapsed on his chest as they both came down from their orgasmic high. They wallowed for a couple of minutes in their post orgasmic bliss.

“I wanted you to suck me off,” he whispered. “I wanted you to taste me”

“I know, but you were too far gone,” she teased him. “But it’s not too late, I want to taste your cock.”

Ron smiled, this was great. He loved having a woman suck his cock after sex. Most wouldn’t.

“Since I get to call the shots now, first thing I want to do is suck your dick. Maybe even get you hard again.” She could feel some of his cum starting to sneak out as he softened a bit.

She got up off him and knelt beside him. She cupped his balls and tugged at the base of his cock causing it raise up some. She lowered her head and touched the tip of his cock with her tongue.

Ron was laid back, enjoying every second, not believing his good luck. His eyes were half closed as he waited for her to take him back in her warm talented mouth. He felt her pause.

“Oh, one little thing, darling. You are going to lick my pussy as I go down on you.” With that she swung one leg over him and positioned her pussy right above his mouth. “How about a little taste love?” she taunted him.

He started to protest.

“Shut the fuck up and do as you’re told. Unless, you’re the pussy and need to use your safe word. In which case, we are done here.

He didn’t say another word as she lowered her dripping snatch on to his face. She felt him grab her hips and pull her down as his tongue plunged into her well fucked pussy. She enjoyed her moment of superiority before leaning down and taking his tasty slick cock back into her mouth.

Over the next half an hour they licked and sucked each other, his tongue eventually finding its way to her asshole. No surprise there. She slid down and rode him reverse cowboy style. She rode him hard and soon felt he was ready to shoot another load. She dismounted and once again knelt beside him taking his cock in her mouth. This time she gave him was he so wanted. She let him cum in her mouth. She swallowed some and let the rest dribble down her chin. She thought about giving him a big cum kiss but let him off the hook.

They both laid there exhausted and satiated. A car pulled in the driveway.

“Oh, that must be my sister,” she said, “she’s just getting home from work.”

“I didn’t know you both lived here,” Ron said. “The report says only one person resided here.”

“That’s true,” she replied, “only Gail lives here. I am just visiting. I’m her sister, Sarah.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ron blurted out.

“She said she may be late to meet you. I said I didn’t mind so I stayed. She told me to be sweet to you so you would give us a decent appraisal. I think I did my part,” she laughed.

“You certainly did that,” he agreed as he scrambled to get dressed.

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Half awakened by the ringing he tries to sleep through it. On the third ring he actually caught on to what he was sleeping through. He quickly jumped up an answered the phone. Looking at the caller I.D before answering he says

“Hello babe. How are you?”

“I’m fine. Why did it take so long to answer?”

“Sorry about that. Rough sleep I guess.”

“Oh its okay. Well are you going to come over?”

“You know it.”

“Well just come on in I will be in the shower an the door will be unlocked.”

“Alright… I love you.”

“Bye dear love you too.”

Daniel quickly found some clothes to wear. He wasn’t to picky because its only about two hours before Marie has

to go to work. An anyway the clothes would only be on part of the time. He brushed his teeth an set off on his mission.

Smiling as he turned the knob on the front door looking for any nosey neighbors. He was sure a lot of them talked. Damn, what else do you expect when you go to another mans house everyday after he leaves an before his wife goes

to work. Walking in the living room it was a mess. The kids found enough time to pull out everything they possibly could before having to go to there grandma’s house. Walking into the kitchen an turning to the right quietly he opened the bathroom door. Just knowing his love was behind the shower curtain naked with hot water shooting out from the shower head onto her hair running down pendik escort her face an neck to her breast through the curves an down to her lovely lips. He jerked the curtain back startling her.

“Damnit Daniel… you always do that to me.” she said trying to act ill. But couldn’t hold back her smile. They met in a kiss. He didn’t worry bout getting wet from the shower he wanted her right then an there. When the kiss ended she stepped out of the tub an they walked to the bedroom. When she turned around he grabbed her an there lips met again. He loved to feel her tongue an his intertwine.

But more so he wanted to intertwine his dick with her wet pussy. He laid her down on the bed. An her legs spread revealing her warm cunt. On instinct more then desire. She wanted more then either one of them knew. He took his shirt off an tossed it on the floor. undone his buckle on his belt an dropped his pants an boxers. His shaft half an attention he climbed on the bed in between her long tan legs. Gazing at her blonde hair an beautiful eyes. An hours upon hours of working out has paid for this woman. Her hour glass figure could turn on any man. He grabbed his dick an started stroking. Wrapping his fist around his meat an running it up an down. Then moving it closer too her pussy he teased her lips with it. With the other hand he grabbed one of her hard nipples squeezing it between his fingers she let out a soft moan an said maltepe escort “Baby I want you.” With that Daniel said to himself its on.

Slowly thrusting his erect member into her wanting dripping cunt he moaned himself. An starting moving in an out. Pushing himself inside of. As deep as he could go. She closed her eyes an started to get into the trance. Moaning an licking her lips. Wrapping her legs around him. Thrusting her pussy up doing all she could to help his thrust go deep as they could. Her breath got shorter an shorter by the thrust. As Daniel probed her cunt with the greatest sexual desire. An her started licking her breast. Around the nipple on the left the putting his lips on her erect tips an sucked an nibbled making her move closer to ecstasy from the attention. Then ran his tongue over to the right an doing the same to that one. Only taking more time then the other. Cause Marie grabbed him by they back of his head an held his face there to take feast upon her chest. As his cock rammed her pussy. Then he pulled out an looked her smiling he said “Ride my dick baby. Sit on me an let me fill your hole with my juices.”

Then he laid with his back on the bed an watched her angelic body rise an sit on top of his dick. He watched as her pussy lips parted as his dick entered her. Felt her warmth again. An she started a motion up an down with perfect rhythm. He put his hands under his head an watch kartal escort her work her magic on him. He could tell she was near the edge cause her juices were flowing constant an strong. Her moans where getting louder but no matter how much she got into it she always kept hold of herself she didn’t want the neighbors hearing anything. She started pumping his cock harder an faster. Telling him she want his hot cum inside her pussy. It was on fire an needed to be put out. She dug her nails into his skin as she let out a moan that set his own orgasm into motion. Just has her fluid soaked his dick his hard shaft started to throb inside her. Pushing so much seamen into her you could see it start to leak out of her at an enormous rate. She kept riding. Kept thrust his throbbing member into her. Moaning and panting. She was as turned on by his moans as he was hers an when his cock was done pushing cum inside her she got off an threw herself on the bed an let out a big breath of air an said “Damn baby I love doing this with you.” Just then she was startled by her husbands van pulling into the driveway.

They both jumped up she grabbed her bath robe an Daniel went to the bathroom to put on his clothes. An after unsteadily balancing on one leg putting one pant leg on the other an throwing his shirt on he retreated from his hiding spot. An as soon as he opened the door her husband was reaching for the handle. Daniel smiled and said “What’s up man how’s it going?”

He replied “Pretty good had to come back home for some more parts.”

“Cool.” Daniel replied. Looking over to Marie she returned his smile. An as soon as her husband left they both said… “That was close!”

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