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In the company where I work, my boss wanted to increase the mutual trust of the employees, so he devised a group dynamic called “secret friend”. Me and all my co-workers wrote our names in little pieces of paper that we put on a bag to shuffle them. Then, each one of us picked a paper and the name that it had was the person that we would have to give a secret gift once a week for the next month. The last gift must contain our name so that the person knew who had been giving him or her the gifts.

Today, when I entered my office, I found a gift in a little and square package. I opened it only to discover it was a porn movie in Blu Ray. I felt curious about it and, since my computer had a Blu Ray disc drive, I took advantage of the fact that I didn’t have any meetings until late in the afternoon to watch the movie. I closed the door and locked it up, muted my computer and sat comfortably in my chair. If I liked it, I would watch it again in my house with the speakers at the maximum level. But being a porn movie, I didn’t pendik escort expect it to have the narrative complexity I had always loved in films.

As I clicked the play button, I instantly became disappointed, it was not even a movie but a compilation of sex scenes from mainstream porn sites. However, after a few minutes, my disappointment disappeared. All the scenes depicted a girl being fucked in doggystyle position by two men. One of them was penetrating her vagina and the other her mouth.

My excitement and arousal grew uncontrollably when the screen showed a scene about a girl having sex in an office just like mine. A man was pounding her vigorously while she enthusiastically sucked the second man’s cock. All my body turned very hot and my cunt started to get wet. I replayed that scene just to enjoy it again. Suddenly, I heard someone was knocking at my door, I paused the movie but forgot to minimize the tab. I opened the door. My co-workers John and David wanted to ask me when I was going to ask the company maltepe escort for holiday vacations. They didn’t want to ask their holidays the same date that mine, for that could interfere with our subdivision’s duties.

Before I could answer them, John said that I looked very hyper and that my face was completely red. Then, David saw the paused image that I had in my screen and told John about it, who walked towards my computer to see it. For some minutes, none of us said anything, we were paralyzed. Just after John had gathered enough courage, he dared to speak, and asked me if I would like to do the same thing that appeared in the movie. I was really turned on and wet, so I said yes with my head.

My co-workers helped me to undress. That day I was wearing stockings with a garter belt, which they didn’t took me off, although they did pull out my panties and brassiere. David placed me on the desk just as the girl in the film was, with my back arched, my ass up in the air, and my knees set apart. He kartal escort said that my ass was huge and that it looked delightful. Both of them, taking turns, fingered my vagina and it made them lost their mind to know that I was already wet and ready for action.

Each one of them unfastened his zipper to let his cock out of his trousers. John’s member was very thick, with a big and round head; meanwhile, David’s was a little bit les thicker, but really long. I had the fortune to enjoy both penises, John penetrated my pussy first while I was sucking David’s cock. Then, they exchanged roles. The feeling of having two cocks inside me, one deeply inserted in my throat and the other one in the depths of my vagina, was something super pleasant.

While David was pounding me, he inserted a finger in my anus and with his other hand stimulated my clit. In a matter of seconds, I was having an orgasm. I assume that the boys were fascinated by the experience because, almost at the same time, David took out his cock and sprayed my ass with his semen while John came in my mouth. I drank all of his sperm. It tasted deliciously. I don’t know if any of my two co-workers is the secret person that gave me the movie, but that sexual encounter was the best gift I have ever received!

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I was awakened from my restless sleep as you crawled up onto our bed. Before I became fully conscious, you had positioned yourself kneeling with your feet at my ears and your hands resting upon my thighs.

Through the dim light I saw your lovely white thighs and your panty-covered crotch. You were moving your ass about and pushing yourself toward my face. I could smell your aroma from there, so sweet, so desirous. I ran my hands up your thighs and buried myself in your wet and musky sex.

Simultaneously I became cognizant of the fact that you were still wearing your sexy little yellow skirt, the same one in which you departed this evening, and that the thick and sexual aroma from your crotch was more than just your tender, sweet smell that I have come to adore so deeply, it was a mixture.

It all hit me like a jolt, and I became instantly aroused and wide-awake. I would alternate between licking alongside your panties and thighs while snaking my tongue in for a ‘peek’, and breathing deeply at your large wet spot.

I began to wonder what time it was. How long had you been out? Who had you chosen, and what did you do? A stranger, an old flame, a friend? Would I have the occasion to be in his company any time soon? Him knowing he had you, and also aware of my ignorance and confusion?

How delightful you are, the way you tease me and are able to intensify my sexual pleasure through your magic spells of servitude and obedience. To be able to make me do the things I do for you, to you, and with you without any apparent weaponry or force. You control my will, and therefore my accord.

I use my hands to spread your cheeks so I can get closer to your body and your secretions. I want to take you, to have you, to be a part of you in any way I can. My tongue roams under your panties, above your sex to your anus. I run my tongue around where I can through the clothing constrictions and back down again. I try to squeeze my nose under the fabric, but it is too tight.

This action elicits a giggle from you and you reach for my balls and squeeze. My gasp of air and tightening fingers proves to you that you used the right amount of force to achieve your objectives. I slow down, refocus my efforts on your crotch and allow my hands to run over your body. I am careful to not touch beyond my limits.

I stroke your soft belly and rib cage, I yearn to extend a finger just a little to merely touch your certainly supple breast, but good sense cautions me against it. I return to your thighs, legs and feet. My mind now reeling at the thought of your breasts. Wondering again about their shape, their texture. I am able to remember a time, months ago, when I was blindfolded and you teased my tongue and lips with your nipples. I was laying there, as you quietly surprised me with your flesh. I licked and kissed as you slowly pulled away. I strained against my bonds as you evaded my tongue. And you giggled then, too. You brushed your nipples over my face and chin. I agonized over that thought for weeks, my dear.

As I breathe in your mixed scent I glance back mentally at the beginning of our evening. There we were, watching a movie and smoking a nicely rolled joint when the phone rang. As you spoke with him I could see the marijuana having its effect on you and your senses.

As your conversation got warmer your hands began to roam over your belly and thighs. You leaned back in the corner of our couch escort ataşehir and touched yourself to his words. You asked me to turn down the TV volume so you could hear better. I heard your moans, your words of debasement, and guttural need flow into the handset. I watched as your hands reached under your extra long T-shirt.

You motioned for me to fetch your hot pink vibrator. I looked at you with envy. Your hand now firmly under your panties, your legs spread slightly. I admire your legs, ankles, and feet. I gaze at you, longing to be with you and to satisfy you the way he must.

When I return with your vibrator you immediately turn it on and begin running it over your underwear. Eventually, you and your friend manage to satisfy each other’s phone needs. The receiver drops from your hand, as does your toy. You fall back along the edge of our couch with your eyes closed as you mutter for me to prepare a bath; you’re going out tonight.

I recognize your tone and feel the familiar growling in my stomach as I open the faucets and feel for the proper temperature. I pour in some bubbles and a perfumed oil bead; no doubt you will want to smell exotic this evening.

After your soaking and sponging, I was again called in. With a cloth over your breasts, my forbidden fruit was again opaqued. You sat on the tub’s corner ledge with one foot still in the bath water, and the other on the rim. Your legs and exposed sex made my knees weak. I looked at your belly, your hips, and the length of your leg.

I saw your face, your smile, your devilish eyes. You knew the level of my excitement. You knew that at that point I would do whatever you wanted in whatever fashion you chose. But I have never felt in dangerous hands while in your presence and under your spell. I know that what you do, you do to extend and maximize my excitement … who is to blame you if you take advantage of the situation occasionally?

Our love may be strange, but it is devoted and open.

While still in my shorts and T-shirt, I wade into your tub, kneel and take your right foot into my hands. I apply to your leg a smooth coating of shaving gel and begin my agonizing entertainment. As I shave your leg, I feel behind the razor to ensure smoothness. I am also able to take this opportunity to touch you like I need to and have to.

While I am shaving your leg, you teasingly bring your other foot down to my clothed thigh and wriggle your toes up to touch my balls. A still further push causes a gasp from me and I almost nicked your calf. Your foot reached the tip of my dick and then continued to temp and tantalize as I finished up your right leg.

After we repeated this process with your left, I exited your bath, dried, and left you to your peace. I was trembling. I was shaving my woman’s legs for her anticipated rendezvous with another man. A man who could, with the sound of his voice, bring you to a sexual crescendo. My stomach ached, but my excitement grew. I was free to quit and escape at any time, but your power was all encompassing. My head was reeling from the millions of thoughts and emotions that were happening.

You picked your sexy black blouse under which I saw no sign of a brassiere. Was this guy going to see the part of you I could not? Was he going to fondle your breasts? Suck on them? Make love to them as he made love to you? Would he excite you to such a degree that you would allow kadıköy escort him pleasures you won’t even allow me?

Your yellow skirt was ablaze with contrast versus your long black hair. You wore your hair as a badge, an accomplishment. Its color allowed you to wear such striking outfits against your olive skin. Your legs and feet bare.

You sat in our chair and noted how dry the soap had made your legs. I was quick to respond with the lavender lotion. I poured some into my hands and blew warmly on it so that the coolness would not shock you. I took one foot in my hand and began rubbing the lotion into your skin. I applied it up your leg to above your skirt line. I was delirious. Kneeling in front of you, with your breasts almost visible under the thin, black fabric that was your top for the evening, I was rubbing warm lotion into your freshly shaved legs and feet. I had your full presence in my view and was memorizing every move, every twinkle in your eye as I softened your legs for his pleasure.

After I finished with your lotion, you realized that you had the perfect nail polish for this evening. I knelt again at your feet and lovingly applied the polish to each of your toes. I blew on them individually to keep the polish from running and/or spreading. How sexy you looked!

As I walked away to retrieve your shoes for the evening I was taken aback at your glow. Your eyes were bright and smiled at not only your immediate future, but also at your effect upon my being. Your blouse barely hiding the contour of your breasts, and your legs bare, soft, and smooth glistened in the afternoon sun as you crossed them and dangled an awaiting foot.

As I help you strap on your shoes, I cannot help but to lean low and apply my lips to your instep. A kiss of love, of admiration. Of need. You giggle and rise to leave. After a final look in the mirror, that was as much for me as for you, you grab your pocketbook and begin to depart. Fresh in my mind, the thoughts of your preparation and that final glance in the mirror. You look so daring, so sexual, so ready! I felt the swelling in my throat.

I want to beg you to not go, I want to ask that you reconsider, but I know that would not be appropriate. I am there for you when you want me and as you want me. You are there for me to admire, to crave, to desire. I am humbled at the opportunity to please you, and see my pleasure as a gift from you.

I walk you to your car. It is still light outside, anyone in the neighborhood with an interest could see me opening your door and staring at your legs as you sat. They could watch me watch you leave our house dressed to incite … and alone. As you drive away, you blow a kiss and tell me, loud enough for all concerned to hear, not to wait up.

And now, deep into the night or early in the morning, I have your hybrid aroma and taste on my face, in my mouth, and deeply in my sinuses. As you play with my balls and dick, you ask me if I would like to taste you this morning. I say yes. You squeeze a little harder, play a little faster, and ask again. I say yes, with a plea in my tone. After you squeeze again, I cry out for the privilege. I ask you over and over if I may! I beg of you, and I plead with you to allow me to taste you and please you with my tongue!

You ask me questions about what I want to do, why I want to do these things, what tastes I want to experience. I answer in my shaking maltepe escort bayan voice, begging you almost through tears for you to pull your clothing aside and to let me suck from you the juices of your tryst this evening. To clean you wherever he was, to please you in any manner my mouth can, any manner you wish..

As you finally do, and you straighten your body up and rest back upon my face, I do as I promised. You move yourself to whatever position you like, whichever location you wish for my tongue and lips to be. I lick inside of you, around you. I honor the lips of your vagina by taking each one individually into my lips and lick and suck lightly. I reach inside you trying to find a place that will make you shake and relax your body on mine.

You move your hips forward and my nose is pressed against your anus as I lick and work within your musty and exotic sex. You slip further and I find myself licking and forcing my tongue through your anal tightness. I note a familiar taste and realize that your friend had been here, too. I am repulsed by it, but so turned on that I am paralyzed with our very presence in time.

You quickly return your wet and erotic vagina to my tongue. I notice that you have given me access to your spot and are ready for your final release of the evening. I suck lightly and breathe through my nose, now sticky with your and your lover’s juices.

Then, as it hits home, you squeeze tightly on your thighs and grind hard onto my face while your body tenses, your hand tightens around my balls, another digs into my thigh. I need to scream, but I need to maintain my pressure for you.

As you subside, you remove your grip on my testicles. Your hips relax. You roll off of me and slowly sit up on the edge of our bed. You undress, toss your clothes on top of me, and you get up. You walk around the bed, and you take my straining dick in your hands, lean over and kiss it on the tip and give it another good squeeze. You look deeply into my pleading and helpless eyes as you run your fingertips up and down the length a few times. Enough to create such agitation within me that I lift my hips from the bed.

You lower your head to kiss me, and kiss we did. I felt your tongue run deep through my mouth and straight through my soul. I felt your saliva trickle through your kiss and accepted it graciously. You would lift your head from time to time and I would follow, needing to feel your tongue inside of me, needing to earn your approval for release. This brought giggles from you as you watched me strain to keep the touching alive, the connection open.

While kissing me, your hand kept making me leap as you touched, squeezed, pulled, and tantalized my already sensitive dick. You find such things so amusing. You find it amazing what you can make my body or me do merely for your touch.

Then you remove your hand and tell me maybe next time you’ll ‘be in the mood’ longer. With that you leave and I am left to dissect my thoughts and emotions for the evening.

I am re-acquainted with reality when you again opened the door. I thought that this was going to be my moment. Instead, I am merely given the command to not jack off tonight. No explanation, no other words of comfort, only that I was not to obtain any relief at all today. I hold your underwear close to my nose and eventually drift off into a very haunted and sexually deprived sleep.

You are such a tease. I need that part of you in my life.

My dear, your power over me amazes me to this day. How I want to and need to serve you and pleasure you and your needs. I am glad we are who we are. Rest well and I will be here.

Until next time

Your lover in desire.

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(Texas Heat continues with a deeper evolution to Shelly and Rick’s relationship. It’s a bit different than most of my writing but I hope you enjoy it 🙂 )

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The golden rays of morning light filtered through the shade and thin curtains of the roadside motel room. Eighteen wheel trucks could be heard carrying their load down the long lonely Texas highway outside. Somewhere a dog was barking, somewhere a radio was belting out old country music and somewhere out on that road sat a forgotten broken down rental car.

Inside that room two bodies were sprawled out naked on the Queen sized bed. All covers save a sheet had been shoved to the floor. That sheet was draped and wound about the bodies that were still in the clutch of exhausted slumber. His strong shoulders proved the perfect pillow to cradle her red haired head. She was snuggled up against his side, bare thigh draped over his own. He was on his back, arm wrapped under and around her back until fingers, even in sleep, held to her side just under fullness of a breast that pressed and backed away from his side with each breath she took.

The room looked as if a small tornado, something Texas was famous for as well, had hit. Those bed covers were strewn about, the furniture moved some, even a pillow lay all the way across the room where it had been used to facilitate one of the many sexual positions that had been attempted and achieved that night. The bodies had joined, coupled, linked in an intimate embrace in every position the minds and libidos could think of. If anyone occupied the rooms next to them they certainly had an earful until just before dawn.

Morning light turned to afternoon and the reality of the world tried to break into the sweet slumber of the pair. Shelly’s cell phone had, unfortunately, successfully located a tower and a signal and did what it did best, it rang. The jingling sound of her ring tone filtered through sleep into foggy mind until eyes were forced to blink open. The ringing halted when awareness had been forcefully achieved. Like a cat she stretched languidly and felt the warm rays of light on the round of her ass down to her feet as it slant in the window. Her body was sore but deliciously so. Rick had used her like she’d never had the pleasure of being used before and no matter any pain it was all pleasure to her now.

Tendrils of red tickled his chest when she lifted her head to look at the stranger turned lover. He was magnificent. Hard toned muscles beneath tanned skin and a height that made her feel small and delicate. His strength could and did easily lift her, position her, move her to his will as they made love, had sex and fucked all night. Looking at him as he slept she smiled and lifted up some. As her body brushed against his she could feel her nipples respond in hardening and her center tingle with moisture yet again. They had managed to shower, barely, before collapsing in bed to sleep. Both had been covered in cum and sweat so it made sleep more comfortable to shower first.

Her lips touched lightly to his chest and kissed tenderly at the center. He was a man that had captivated her heart, mind and soul even if most of his life, past and present, were still a mystery to her. They had moments of talking but those moments always disintegrated into passion before depth was reached. She touched her tongue to his flesh and ran it’s tip down to the flat of his stomach. Awareness was still lost on his mind but his body twitched with knowledge. Gently she moved her body until she was on her knees between his spread legs. The bed hardly moved with her petite weight as she leaned down and kissed from his hips over to the head of that large long member.

When they had first given themselves to the heated rampant passion that had quickly evolved between them and had fucked in his truck just as night fell along that highway she had thought she’d be ripped in two by his length and girth but now her body craved that fullness which came with having him inside of her. He had been inside of her many times that night but theirs was a hunger that would never be satiated, a hunger that she still had upon waking. She proved this as her lips kissed that bulbous head lovingly. His member twitched and veins pulsed blood more rapidly toward the goal of engorging that cock.

Shelly licked down his length slowly, simply adoring, worshiping him. Recent memories of how masterfully he had used that cock flooded her mind. Her tongue ran back up his length along sensitive underside until she reached the rim. There she opened her jaw wide and slipped his cock head into her mouth. Lips closed around the shaft while her tongue lapped and caressed what had begun to fill her mouth. Somewhere from the depths of slumber Rick moaned. That moan made her pussy throb and her desires flair to flame.

Slowly she went down on that cock feeling how it stiffened already. A deep breath in through her nose and she pushed that head into her throat. A quick swallow before she pulled up again and began sucking. In a slow rhythm escort ataşehir she moved her head up and down while sucking harder. Her tongue barely had enough room to move but it caressed as much as possible. Rick was bolted to awareness when he felt teeth rake up along the length of unconsciously hardened cock. A small lift of his head gave him one of the best views in the world. That little read head kneeling between his legs with his long cock stuffed in her mouth. He let out a pleased sigh and rested his head back on the pillow while lifting a hand to thread fingers into her hair.

She felt him move and smiled what she could smile with lips stretched around that cock. She looked up to him and saw the pleasure across features that had once been expressionless in sleep. His hand came to her head and she moaned vocal vibrations over that hard flesh in her mouth. While his fingers took a firm handful of her hair she bobbed faster and sucked harder. Her large round breasts swayed with each bob as her mouth fucked him now with wanton abandon. He made and unintelligible sound as his hips bucked off the bed shoving his cock down her throat for a second. She pulled back just enough to be able to swallow the flood that now jetted into her mouth as his cock fed her that ultimate prize. His cum, when he came, always was an abundance even if it had just been a little while since he last ejaculated.

He’d feel her throat contract to swallow and felt his soul go to the place of pure pleasure as he came. Never before had a woman given him and his sexual appetite such a work out, so much pleasure and a match for deviant desires. She had been tied up with her own stockings, pounded into every orifice and drenched in his cum and now proved how much she adored him by waking him in this most amazing way.

When the last of his cum had splashed into her mouth he moaned long and happy. “C’mere baby.” he ordered with a tug on her hair. Shelly licked his cock clean and then popped him from her mouth with a stretch and lick of her lips before moving to that tug and climbing up his body. She lay her smaller form atop his large one fully, pressing her breasts to his chest and her pussy to that semi-soft cock. She nuzzled her face into his neck and sighed her happiness as well.

“Good morning love.” she purred as his fingers massaged her scalp while his other hand went to rest palm and fingers on one cheek of her ass. He hugged her that way then used her hair to lift her head up to his. His smile broke so that lips could take hers in a passion, a deep passion driven kiss. He kissed her down to her soul then slowly released her. Shelly had never been with a man that liked to kiss her after she had just swallowed his cum but Rick never had hesitated. Love, yes she had called him that and the edges of her mind wondered if it was true. Did amazing mind blowing sex constitute as love? Or had something developed over the hours of intense love making?

His hand massaged at her ass cheek now while the other released her hair and slid down the smooth of her back. She voluntarily spread her legs more giving his long fingers access to where ever he wished. Any soreness was quickly forgotten as his fingers reached and stroked her pussy from the back like that. She snuggled up tighter against him and Mmmmmed her approval of his touch. Her cell phone rang again just as his index finger ringed around that puckered hole of her ass.

“You gonna get that?” he asked in a voice that belied the fact he didn’t want her to and that he was becoming aroused again. She shook her head to the negative and nibbled on his earlobe before whispering, “I don’t want this to end yet.” That set his mind to thinking on a little more than where his finger was pressing into. As his first knuckle slipped into her anus and she grunted her pleasure he wondered for the first time what his life had been just twenty four hours ago.

He had been just a man with an honorable code to live by. He’d been the owner of a small ranch that worked several thousand head of cattle and a few hundred horses. He had been a man possessed by a strong will that would not let him give up no matter the pain of being alone a few years after his wife had died. He had been hiding from life basically until a petite red head needed help along a hot Texas highway.

Now he couldn’t imagine that life or going back to it again. His thoughts slowly drifted back to the carnal as she wiggled her ass on his finger and ground her pussy to a cock that was springing back to life. He had the same desire that had grown from the moment he met her… a desire to give her all of the physical pleasure a man could give a woman. He wanted to hear her scream again. He wanted to feel her pussy contract and flood again around his cock. He wanted to feel her heart race as she panted from an orgasm again. He wanted to hear her soft sighs as she cuddled against him in post orgasmic glow.

To that aim he pushed his finger into her ass until it was knuckle deep. She flexed around him and kadıköy escort whimpered her need of more. As her body lifted he looked at the goddess that now was sitting on his lap. Her smooth pale skin was a contrast to his. He would never tire of the sight of his length disappearing into her pussy as it was now. She impaled herself slowly on his pole while throwing her head back and letting those fiery locks dangle down her back. The sheer look or ecstasy on her face was something he wanted to see from now until eternity’s calendar ran out.

When she had taken all of his length that her body could possibly hold inside of her their eyes met. In that instant the world ceased to exist. Once again all that mattered was the two of them and how their bodies were joined. He couldn’t imagine a better feeling than that of her pussy wrapped so tightly around his cock as it was now or the beauty of her soul that shined through her eyes when she looked at him as she was now.

Cum for me baby, I want to cum deep inside of you, were unspoken words that she acknowledged with movement of her body up along his shaft. His finger wriggled inside of her ass able to stroke himself through the flesh that barely separated his cock from his finger. She was instantly gasping and pushing down on his cock, fucking herself on that hard pole. Together they fell into a rhythm that was as easily achieved as breathing. Her body rose and fell on his, his hips lifted to meet and thrust and his finger pushed and wriggled. His eyes were fixed to hers and nothing in the world would break their gaze.

Pleasure welled up and grew inside of them until through panting breaths and grunts that pinnacle was reached. Her fingers that were against his chest where palms held her body up on straightened arms dug nails into his skin. His body went stiff as he held as deep as possible into her. Her inner muscles clenched possessively at his cock to milk it while her ass did the same to his finger. She screamed, he yelled and together they fell over that cliff into the heavens. His cum splashed and coated her womb while her cum squirted and flooded over his cock and down to his balls.

His finger left her anus abruptly so that both of his arms could wrap around her and pull her to crush her against his body. She collapsed against him held in his strong hold to his body while breath and words failed. Soreness was felt again but it did not matter. It was a welcomed sign of the pleasure endured. She held his length inside of her while the lovers held tightly to each other. Her cell phone rang again.

This time she reached over and fished it out of her purse that had ended up by the bedside. Flipping it open she was greeted by her boss who sounded worried since she had not checked in nor had made it to the meetings both yesterday and this morning according to their client. She listened in silence then looked up to Rick from where she still lay on his chest with him inside of her. “Mr. Smithson, I won’t be able to make it to the meetings today….. No, I’m fine… everything is perfect…” more talk from the other end while Rick looked at her with every emotion possible running across his face. “I need some time off…. yes right now… I… I’ve found somewhere I want to stay.” More talk was lost to him as she finished the conversation and hung up her cell phone.

She wanted to stay. Those words had surprised the both of them really. Never had there been a thought to tomorrow or the future or even the lives they both had. Tomorrow was here, their lives were calling them back and she wanted to stay.

Shelly looked down to Rick after lifting up to toss her cell back in her purse. He looked so far away, a look she’d never seen on him before. Nestling back down and pushing herself more down on his shaft she spoke softly, “Everything alright?”

The way her body moved on his brought him back to the here and now from his thoughts. Something in him stirred that was so primal and raw that he very nearly trembled with it. She asked if he was alright to which his eyes slowly came to rest on hers as she looked up to him. He was torn between wanting to thrown her off of him, mount her from behind and fuck the breath out of her and telling her he was falling in love with her. As his thoughts ran rampant on what was happening between them his cock twitched to life within her. She felt him swell and gasped at how quickly he hardened so soon. There was a look to his eyes that she could not place and it scared her some.

“Rick?” she asked in barely a whisper.

That did it. Hearing her speak his name, seeing the twinge of fear on her face, he lost control. His hands flew to her sides where he lifted her up and off like she was some sort of doll. His massive size carried her as his body twisted so that she indeed was thrown down to the bed and he now stood on his knees over her. She looked back at him with surprise as he had been rough with her before but this felt different.

His hands grabbed her hips and jerked her to her knees maltepe escort bayan with her ass high in the air. Fingers spread her cheeks painfully wide and before she could say anything he thrust his hardened cock ramming it into her pussy. She screamed as he tore into her with such force. A look back and she saw the primal nearly emotionless look to his face. It was all she could do to quickly grab a handful of bed sheet to stop herself from being slammed into the headboard when he pulled out then rushed back into her.

Held in place with no hope of moving she was at his mercy as he pounded his cock into her pussy. The white hot pain of his plunging deeper than ever before burned within her. She yelped and whimpered but took the pounding that was making the headboard slam against the wall and the bed springs creek and groan with the strain. He held her now by her hips nearer to her thighs and lifted her legs so that they were spread eagle out. He used her thighs to pull her toward him while he thrust as hard as he could. This very nearly put her upside down on her head with her shoulders driving into the bed each time. He seemed like a man possessed with driving his seed into her as far as humanly, or not, possible.

“Take it…” he suddenly growled, “… take my cock… fuck it… you want this… take it…” Sweat covered both of their bodies and Shelly thought she’d pass out from the hard and heavy thrusts of such a large cock. She had no idea why he was suddenly so rough and dark. It scared her but it thrilled her too. She had no will, no say in any of this as he used her completely for his own needs… needs she wouldn’t call pleasure but something deeper, darker.

The room echoed as his hand had left her thigh for a moment and lifted to send a slap across full round flesh of her ass. The sting made her whimper and tears rise up in her eyes. He saw the tears, saw the pain and only fucked her harder more animalistic. He used that grip once more on her thighs to propel her forward and pull her back. Her pussy smacked and slurped due to their cum from earlier and the force he used now. A red whelp with the imprint of his hand rose on that ass cheek but at this moment he was not sorry in the slightest.

Another grunt, another frustrated growl and Shelly felt him move his hands. He took hold of her waist and turned her. She was forced to lift her legs and move them as he made her to lie face up while still impaled on his cock. Looking up to him now she saw some sort of deep desperation in his eyes while he grabbed hold of her thighs once more and resumed the inhumane pounding.

He watched the pain and confusion race across her face. He watched her breasts be slung up then down as he moved her body so hard. He watched his cock be buried deeper than any woman had ever been able to take him and yet she wasn’t crying out for him to stop. She was crying. He was hurting her. He was hurting himself as well.

Finally after a long while of abusing her body he roared like a great beast and came in the very depths of her womb. It was as if by sheer physical force and will power that he wanted to impregnate her or simply get his essence as deeply as possible within her. She had begun to sob from the pain and emotionless usage of her body. He had completely changed from the passionate intense lover to the sex driven beast in the blink of an eye and it left her confused and hurt. She felt him cumming inside of her and her own orgasm could not be stopped. It betrayed her and told of physical pleasures felt amidst the pain and confusion.

When the heady rush of cumming left him he felt more drained than ever before. His eyes opened to see her pain and confusion which finally touched his heart. All along he was trying to convince himself that she was just a trist, a one night stand. By fucking her like this, abusing her body, he thought he would believe that lie. Her taking what he was doing, letting him do it, not screaming or calling for help she proved to be what he most needed. Her sobs ripped his heart out and made him feel the pain he had locked away inside for so long.

Collapsing over her he cradled her to him with such a gentle touch that she was sure he had snapped personalities again. He buried his face in her neck and she could feel the hot wet of his tears there against her skin. Words broken by his own emotions he spoke in that deep rumble of his voice, “Forgive me Shelly… I didn’t mean to… to hurt you.”

She was surprised by his show of emotions and though she didn’t know why he was breaking down she wrapped her arms around him and held him. He shifted to pull out of her painfully sore body to which she hissed the movement. He lay beside her resting his head at her shoulder pulling her to him tightly. After a long silence he finally spoke again, “I’d understand if you want to leave now.”

The pain in his voice told her there was much more here than what he had just done to her. Stroking his head as it lay there against her chest she shook her head, “No. Rick, tell me what just happened.” she spoke softly but with a demand. She deserved to know why after a night of passionate love making he had just fucked her like a two dollar whore and was telling her she could leave while holding tightly to her. The paradoxes were too much.

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In the crisp days of March I had become unemployed and decided to follow my dreams. I became a volunteer Production Assistant for a company in Houston. My husband who I love dearly also joined me there so we could become a double trouble team. It took me a while to realize what I was feeling and for who…the crazy thing was that it was not for my husband. Mark our cinematographer is the one who had me going crazy every minute of everyday. This man is twice my age, not a sexy beast, but he has the sweetest personality. My only worry is that I am taking kindness for interest. Being in my early 20’s this means I can be naïve at times. But there is no greater turn on then someone older than me taking control. Is that wrong? Like I said before he is not what you would expect but he turns me on. Sometimes I catch myself just watching him for long periods of time. Then I get horny . I can imagine him taking hold of me and directing me like he does to the actors and making me do what ever he wants. Gladly, I would do it.

So where does my story really begin? We were on a location shoot in some desolate town on the water. Eight of us all in a two bedroom cottage. Long days with little shooting left ample room for my imagination to run wild. Besides the beer and liquor did not make anything better. After a long day of nothing and a long night of drinking, sleep was the only thing on my mind for five minutes. I kept trying to find every excuse to sleep in the same room as him. The only thing available was a single sitter sofa which I was actually pretty escort ataşehir comfortable in. Unfortunately, my husband nor Mark were going to let me sleep there. Later ending a fifteen minute back and forth Mark at long last coerced me into the bedroom.

I succumbed to my husbands side where I fell asleep dreaming only of Mark. My husband who had been horny the whole time we were there due to lack of satisfaction decided he was going to be spontaneous. He began to caress me but his touch was Mark, my husbands hands running up and down my clit were Mark’s. This made it only better. When I came it was a feeling I had never felt before. This only made me want him more. Having wet dreams about him almost every night was starting to have its effects on me. I found every reason to be around him, to laugh and joke with him. I want him so bad. This weekend was the longest of my life but it was nowhere near over. The first time I masturbated with Mark on my mind my husband was in the room five feet away from me. Mark and I were in the back of the cottage where he was fucking me like a wild animal. My back pressed against the wall and his cock slamming against my kidneys. Slowly he kissed my neck and moved lower as he continued to make me his. Then he turned me around and continued his assault on me. I came constantly, being overtaken by wave after wave of pleasure. Finally, coming together he collapsed against me. After I recuperated I turned Mark around and took him into my mouth. When he regained his strength he began to face fuck me. kadıköy escort This was a first for me… I enjoyed it. I could feel him make his way down my throat slamming against the back near my tonsils while his balls slammed against my chin. Regardless of the fact that he filled me with quite a load which was dripping down my legs at this very moment, he released another in my mouth. Then grabbing me by my hair he helped me stand and gave me the order to swallow it. I obeyed. That was a nice touch to the end of the weekend. I did not get to ride back to Houston with him but I knew that I would see him later.

Later could not come fast enough. The night before last we went to a meeting/ party for an upcoming production at one of the cast members home. It was the first time that I would see Mark since our location shoot. When we walked through the door I began looking for him. I felt a glint of sadness when I did not see him at first. About fifteen minutes later on my quest to find the restroom. I cut the corner and behold with all greatness Mark, laid out on the bed. My first instinct was to pounce but I restrained myself. I waited patiently until the time came when the meeting was over and the party begun. An hour later he was up and about drinking and laughing like always. The best part of the evening was when I caught him watching me. Our eyes locked and I felt the most incredible twinge of pleasure between my legs that even my husband has yet to make me feel. With that I had a vision of him just taking me right there in front maltepe escort bayan of everybody. Making love to me like never before.

It began with him clearing off the coffee table where he had me lay while he licked my clit up and down doing tiny circles in the most sensitive of areas. Slowly he inserted a finger in my dripping wet pussy going in and out. Still licking me clean. Then two fingers. I reached down and released him from the confinements of his pants only to find he was not wearing any thing underneath. Something I always did. His cock was hard and ready. Stroking his shaft he directed me to play with myself. I obeyed. Then he made me beg for him to fuck me. He granted my wish after teasing me to my breaking point. Taking the head of his cock he started to rub it up and down my clit teasing me. Going slightly in my hole and then moving away before I had the time to push on it. Over and over again I would beg him to release me. Then when I wasn’t expecting it he gave a push. Only a reaction of want, I slammed forward all the way down his shaft taking him all in. That first thrust was the best when his entire cock broke through my tight pussy, massaging the inside of my body. That was it for me. I began to moan with cries of pleasure as he went in and out. Asking me if I liked it. I screamed YES! begging him for more. Finally I came all over his shaft. I was instructed to lick it all off and continue to suck him dry. Gladly I did it taking it all in my mouth again. Then like a blow to the stomach I heard my name being called…by who else but Mark. I had dozed off at the party after one to many screwdrivers. He walked me to my car and giving me that same smile he does every time I see him. He said goodbye and wished me a safe drive home. Then with a wink he said ” Thank you for all that you do.”

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Playful banter, innocent flirting, maybe sometimes a look that lasts that harmless moment too long. I don’t know. As I look back, everything I see was leading up to that moment. It takes two. That gaze can only last too long if the other person returns it. Flirting can only last if the other person returns it. If not… it goes out. If so, it fans the flame.

The person who initiates it wants it to last. They want interaction with that person it is directed at and hope in their heart of hearts that it will be returned in kind. Fan my lustful spark of I desire is all I ask. I want you to give it life because without you it will fizzle and my fantasy will die.

The look was so quick I didn’t know if it was ‘a look’. Did he return my gaze? It was so fast… I think it was but I doubt myself because I know that I’m hoping. Hoping does cloud the mind you know.

So here I am. I’m Kelly. I have worked with Simone for years. That’s how we know each other. We have worked for the same company since we were both in our early twenties so… it’s been nearly ten years that we’ve worked together.

Once, soon after we began working together, another employee had a party and everyone got together and was able to meet each others significant others.

That was where I met Greg, Simone’s husband. Simone met my husband Travis and we all hit it off. I had a wall up already against Greg though so I didn’t expect much and wasn’t prepared to give him a chance.

Simone had said so much about him that I knew I wouldn’t like him, but when I met him he was nothing like what I expected. Greg was gracious, polite, engaging to talk to and so handsome. We eventually paired off with each other’s spouses (not sexually but conversationally). Simone was having an animated conversation with Travis and Greg and I visited together right next to them.

I couldn’t quit looking at his eyes. The color was so deep yet they sparkled with beautiful life. Greg’s eyes said so much to me that night. They looked intently into mine saying that he was listening to every word I said. His eyes danced with laughter without his mouth ever making a sound. They also looked intent when he was thinking seriously about something I had said. He was actually taking the time to really think about something I had said. That impressed me.

Greg proved to be the perfect gentleman in a very true sense of the word. I never saw him visually ‘take inventory’ of any woman in the room, including myself. That didn’t occur to me until later though. Although I meant nothing by it, I couldn’t say the same for myself or most of the other women there. I even saw Simone harmlessly check out her share of the guys there.

By the end of the evening I had a totally different view of Greg… and Simone. I know it was childish, but by the end of the evening I felt like I did sometimes at the high school dances when I was younger. I didn’t want to leave. I wanted to keep talking to this sweet guy.

Did he feel like I did? I would later wonder. I would catch myself and quell the thought. It was foolish and childish. I have always been happily married and content with Travis. I would never want to do anything to hurt my friendship with Simone either.

Periodically I would see Simone away from work. Usually Simone and I would meet at one another’s houses and have lunch or just get together for coffee and conversation. The time between seeing Greg might be a year or longer. We seemed like strangers each time we would meet again. I would be excited to be getting together as a couple again and looked forward to talking to Greg only to be let down because we couldn’t pick up where we left off. He seemed more reserved each time we saw each other.

After three or four years we found ourselves escort ataşehir out as couples again. We met with a group of mutual friends at a restaurant for dinner and then planned on meeting back at my house for drinks and more conversation. I was sad because I wanted to have another engaging conversation with Greg like we had the first time but it likely would not happen. There was a gap between us. Not just Greg and I though. Greg and Travis didn’t really talk much and Travis didn’t really engage Simone as much as the first time.

I hadn’t realized that during the loud conversation at the restaurant I was staring at Greg and thinking about this. As soon as he looked at me I realized it and glanced away. He saw me do it. I knew he saw me staring at him so I looked back. It was at that moment that I knew how he felt. The conversation burst into laughter and we joined in. Could anyone tell how hot my face felt just at that moment? I hoped not.

As we walked out of the restaurant I turned with a look of ‘just seeing’…I was trying to act like turning around was the most natural thing I could have done just at that moment. When I turned I saw Greg. He was who I had hoped to see He was looking at my ass. He did see me. He raised his eyes to mine with that knowing look and without being shameful his eyes scanned my figure once again before looking away. If he wanted to see me… I wanted him to see me. I stopped and turned. Greg looked directly into my eyes and them his gaze lowered to my cleavage and then lower still. I willed myself to look directly at Simone.

‘Simone. It was so good to see you guys again. You are coming by the house aren’t you?” I said as I embraced my good friend.

“Yea, we were planning on being there.” ‘It was nice seeing you again Greg.’ I added, trying hard to not betray the fire in my stomach. Greg extended his hand and we shook. I thought about it later. He was well aware of me ‘seeing’ him looking at me the way he was and when I said ‘….nice seeing you again Greg.’ It came off as cold and indifferent and I realized as soon as I said it.

After I shook his hand I turned to catch up with Travis. It was on the drive to our home that my cell phone rang and Simone told me that Greg wasn’t feeling well and that they were heading home. My heart sank. Greg must have thought that he offended me.

Lying in bed that night my mind wondered. What was I doing? Was I going to break a longtime friendship? Was I wanting to destroy my marriage, was I not happy? It wasn’t any of those things. I loved my husband. I really did. I loved Simone, she was always a good friend. This thing with Greg was nothing more than lust or a school girl crush. It was the desire to look into those burning eyes and feel him inside of me. The thought of looking into those eyes and feeling his body against me and in me made my body warm and my knees tingle. To have this happen and not receive the consequences was my desire.

I wanted to laugh at my foolishness. What happened tonight was what needed to happen. I accidentally said what I should have said on purpose. I didn’t want to be mean to him, I wanted him to look at me and he did. After all of these years of wondering and playing with each other I killed it. I extinguished the fire I tried so hard to create. It had to be for the best. It was for the best. By chance and good luck I may have said something that saved us both.

Two years later.

I hadn’t seen Greg but very briefly since the restaurant mistake. Anytime there was an event that was couples, Simone and Greg had other plans or were sick, something… anything. Greg was staying away on purpose. I don’t think Simone was trying to avoid us. I think that if they didn’t have legitimate plans, Greg intentionally kadıköy escort developed a cough.

As it happened, out of the blue it seemed and to my surprise, Simone and Greg were the ones having a party. Simone hadn’t had a get-together in several years and franticly asked me to please help her finish getting ready for it. At the last minute she had to work late to get a project out at work. It would only be an hour or so for her but that hour was precious when you had guests coming over in not so many hours. She even considered canceling.

Simone called Greg and told him what happened. He couldn’t help. He had to work late as well which put them getting home at the same time. That only gave them two hours to get ready for the party. I offered to do it for her, instead of just bringing the extra food that she wouldn’t have time to prepare, I would go to her house and get everything ready that I could before she and Greg arrived.

House keys in hand, I went to Simone’s house and began preparations. I didn’t have to call Travis, he was also delayed… halfway across the country he was closing a deal. His flight wouldn’t arrive for two days.

Shortly after I arrived, Greg did too. He seemed short and angry. “You don’t have to worry about it Kelly.” He said plainly. I’ll get things together until Simmie gets here. That was his private name for Simone. I thought it was sweet. “I was able to get someone else to cover for me so I could get here in time.”

“I want to help Greg… it’s no problem. We can have everything ready by the time Simone gets here.”

Just the thought of being alone with Greg made me feel like I would suffocate. I couldn’t breathe. After all of these years of stolen glances… tension every time I was near him… here we were alone together for a brief moment.

Here I was face to face with Greg and I felt like I had to say it now. “I didn’t mean to say that the way I did… I mean I didn’t mean to sound that way.” All of a sudden I couldn’t speak.

“What?” Greg said looking for clarification.

“At the restaurant, I didn’t intend to sound short with you. I wasn’t angry.”

Greg’s eyes told me that he knew what I was talking about but he said otherwise. “What are you talking about?”

I suddenly felt insistent. “Come on Greg, you know what I’m talking about. How long have we played this game? How long?”

Greg looked away and slowly shook his head. His eyes were distant.

“You thought that I was mad at you that night at the restaurant didn’t you?”

Greg’s head stopped moving from side to side and began slowly and distantly nodding.

“Greg. I wasn’t. It came out wrong. I just didn’t want to betray myself.”

“I can’t betray myself either.” He said looking into my eyes.

It took a moment for what he said to sink in. “What? Like an ‘I know that you know but you really don’t know for sure thing’?” I asked trying for some clarification and to hopefully lighten the mood.

“Something like that.” He said with a slight smile. “Do you love your husband?” He added seriously.

“Yes.” I said with a tone of assurance. “Do you love your wife?”

“Yes I do.”

There was a pause that was filled with uncomfortable silence. I turned and picked up the phone. I dialed Simone at work.

“Hey…” I said. “…how’s it going?”

“Everything is printing. The courier will be here in forty five minutes.” She said.

“You’ll be here in an hour then?”

“Yea. How’s it going there?” She asked.

“It’ll all be ready. You’ll just have to change clothes.”

“Thanks. I gotta go.”

“K-Bye.” I said and hung up the phone.

I turned and looked at Greg. “We will be alone for the next hour but we do have to finish getting ready for the party maltepe escort bayan too.”

I saw a look in his eyes that I had seen a sliver of before. It was enough. Our time was growing short. I placed myself in his arms and kissed him deeply. After it sunk in and we took our first gasping breath, our hands began wondering wildly. Greg’s hands felt so big and strong on my body. He opened my blouse and lowered my bra. His mouth went to my hard nipple and sucked. My hand was down his pants squeezing his hard body. It was suddenly all a whirlwind.

Greg slid my panties to the side and easily slid his fingers inside of me. His dancing fingers almost felt cool inside of my hot core. My body felt so wet and slick. The lapping sounds of his fingers inside of me broke the silence of the room and heightened the eroticism of the moment. I wanted to be wet for him.

I shamelessly fell to my knees and took his cock into my mouth like a hungry animal. I sucked and slurped it loudly. Fluid leaked from the tip in anticipation. I let it run down my tongue to my throat before sucking again and swallowing. I felt like I wanted him to come in my mouth. I wanted to feel his warm come shoot forcefully into my mouth but before I could bring him to climax Greg pushed me away.

Greg removed what clothes were left on both of us and then pushed my legs far apart causing my loose wet body to open and be seen clearly. His eyes looked into mine for that moment before he lowered his face between my legs and slid his tongue inside of me. Electricity fired its way through my body in anticipation and satisfaction. Greg focused on my clit and then would lick inside of me. He would go fast and then slow, hard and then gentle and then deep. He nibbled at my labia and then would hold me open with his fingers so that he could lick me even deeper. I came without effort. My orgasm seemed to climax and keep going. He ravenously consumed me with his mouth.

“Fuck me Greg!” I said with gasping breath. “Please fuck me.”

There was no hesitation on Greg’s part. He guided his cock into my wet hole and rammed it so that our bodies slapped together. I moaned loudly. Greg gasped at his effort.

Greg easily drew me into his advancing thrusts so that our fucking would have seemed almost violent to a person watching. His hard cock rammed up to my stomach it seemed. It felt so completely deep. My whole body tensed and my toes curled. I think that I was in a perpetual orgasm. The rapid sloshing of our sex echoed in the room and made it that much more intense.

“Come inside of me… please. Keep fucking me and come in me.” I was begging. I don’t know why other than it had to be perfect this one and only time that we would be together. I wanted to feel him come inside of me. It in some way would satisfy my lust completely to have his come in me.

Greg gasped at his effort to ram inside of me as hard as he lustfully could before holding my legs tightly against him. I felt his body jerk once, and then again. The second time I felt his hot come inside of my body. After that, Greg ejaculated freely and it felt wonderful inside of me. I cried out as he emptied his desire into me.

For a moment our sweaty bodies collapsed onto one another and panted for breath. I could never describe how I felt just then. I am quite sure I could have floated away though. What we did took less than twenty minutes but somehow seemed much longer. I could have fallen asleep in his arms.

By the time Simone arrived, we were ready for the party. It went off perfectly of course. Greg and I worked frantically to make it so.

It seemed that we saw each other more as couples after that. Greg and I shared a glance every now and then but it wasn’t one of desire. It was simply a shared memorable secret of a fulfilled desire. I knew that it probably couldn’t happen again because it wasn’t just the sex that made it so intense and delicious. It was ten years of anticipation finally realized at an unsuspecting moments notice. That memory would last forever.

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It had been a long shift.

It wasn’t that it was a difficult night, nor that the function was overly stressful. Nothing like that.

He was just… distracted.

He kept thinking of something to say. Trying to be clever, witty.

He wanted something. He’d wanted it for a while, but he didn’t know how to ask. Wasn’t even sure he’d be given a chance. Everything seemed to be so different, and he wanted to let her know that he still thought about her, all the time. Worried about her.

Yearned for her.

It had been a fleeting moment that was permanently etched in his mind. A moment that kept replaying over and over. It haunted his dreams and made him weak at the knees. A night he wouldn’t ever forget. The night in front of the fireplace.

He remembered gently kissing her. Or did she kiss him? He wasn’t clear on that. He remembered reaching for her. Feeling her soft, supple skin with his warm hands as he reached up under her shirt. Undoing her pants and pushing them down her thighs, helping her to step out of them. He helped her out of her bra, gently caressing her breast as he drew his lips over her nipple, causing them to harden. Listening to her moan softly as he sucked on them.

He remembered helping her remove her panties. The heat emanating from her sex as he took her nakedness in for the first time. The smell of her arousal that piqued his own. He needed to make her feel good. That was all he could ask for. She sat back against the couch as he knelt before her, gently coaxing her legs apart. He teased her exposed and protruding lips with his fingers and marveled at their wetness. She was dripping. He leaned down and delicately ran his tongue along her pussy, savouring her sweet taste.

She tasted amazing. And he wanted more.

He ran his tongue along her lips once more, this time reaching up to massage her breast and flick her nipples, all the while sucking on her engorged clit. With a free hand he squeezed his rock hard cock in his pants, fighting the urge to unzip his fly and take her right there. He gently slipped two fingers inside her and worked her pussy, his thumb fucking her clit as he moved faster. He voiced his desire to remove his pants, and she dared him to do so…

But he showed restraint.

He continued to finger-fuck this girl. The object of his affection and desire. He wanted to make her explode with ecstasy, so he quickened his pace. He rubbed, probed, touched and caressed until she moaned loudly, and her pussy walls contracted around his hand as she came.

When her breath had returned to normal, and she had dressed, they exchanged pleasantries and she made a joke about the rest of the office furniture being of suitable height for further adventures. But after all of this, he wasn’t sure it was ever going to happen.

He regretted not taking her to another room in the building and fulfilling escort ataşehir her every desire. He longed to take her in a passionate embrace and feel himself buried inside her, filling her up to the brim. He wanted to give her anything she wanted, to help her feel new levels of pleasure and do all of the things that she’d described to him to distract him while he was working.

But that was a few months ago now. A lot had happened since then. He wondered if they could ever go back.

The evening had ended at the office they both worked. He finishing up duties as a manager, she working the floor that evening, even though she too was a senior manager. He signed off the rest of the staff, bid them all good night. Then she was there, about to leave.

He asked to speak with her for a moment, about something work related, but they both knew he was stalling.

He asked her, outright. “If I reach for you, will you pull away?”

She said nothing. His breathing became quicker.

He reached for her. Slowly. Deliberately.

He placed a hand on her waist and drew her in. He knew they had to be careful, there were security cameras, after all, but he still drew her in. He kissed her, softly.

She kissed him back. She slowly parted her lips and gently began to massage his tongue with her own. He broke the kiss and beckoned her to follow him, and he led her to the room she had used when she had described her fantasies to him.

Once in the room, everything was private. They stared briefly at one another, both planning their next move. Then, he moved toward her, and as he did so, she stepped closer to him. She reached out and grasped the bulge in his pants, and began to fondle his erection. He moaned. Deep and heavy, her touch delighted him to no end. He took her jacket off as she continued to stroke him, looking deeply into his eyes as he continued to disrobe her.

He helped her out of her top, her pants, then her bra, exposing her breasts to the cool air. He took in her form and once again was amazed by her figure. She had moved her hands up to fumble slightly with his belt, but was successful in removing his pants. She stared at him for a moment before putting her fingers into the waistband of his underwear, looking at him with one simple gaze. Her lust was evident as she slowly eased the waistband down over his manhood, putting his dick out on display for the first time between them. She wrapped a hand around his cock and began to stroke him up and down. He let out a deep groan as she continued to stroke his length. She sat back on the couch in the room and pulled him to her. She let a smile cross her face as she saw the recognition in his eyes, this was one of her fantasies that she’d told him about.

He gently spat into his hand and used it as lubricant on his hard on. She leaned back and beckoned him forward. He knelt kadıköy escort onto the couch either side of her chest and she invited his cock into the valley in between her tits. She gently squeezed them together and pressed the flesh around his member. She looked up at him, smiling with confidence.

“Go on,” she said, matter-of-factly, “fuck my tits.”

Who was he to argue.

He began in a slow pace, easing himself between her breasts and feeling them slide along his length. He quickened his pace once he found his rhythm and she would gently let his cockhead pass between her lips as it drove close, her tongue snaking out to tickle the sensitive underside of his dick. He continued thrusting in between her breasts for a few moments longer, but wanted more. So much more. He removed himself from between her tits and removed the rest of her clothing. She, now sitting naked, spread her legs for him as he knelt down in between them, smelling her scent and licking his lips in anticipation. She let out a sigh as he placed his tongue at the base of her pussy lips and ran them from tip to clit along her folds, collecting as much of her juices as he could and swallowing everything she gave him. He continued to lick her, nibble on her, tongue her clit and suck on her pussy with abandon, going down on her and thrusting into her over and over, causing her to start bucking her hips into his face. She reached around and grabbed the back of his head and held him in place as he feasted on her pussy, bringing her off with his mouth. He wasn’t showing any signs of stopping, but she thought enough was enough. She needed to have him inside her. Wanted it. More than anything.

She pushed his head away, albeit reluctantly, and rolled him onto his back, so that he was sitting on the couch. She straddled him, placing one hand on his shoulder to steady herself. With the other, she reached down in between them and grasped his still rock hard dick, and, with expert guidance, slid herself down on top of him in one fluid stroke.

They sat there, his cock buried to the hilt inside her.

She stared at him, deep into his eyes, knowing that he was savouring the moment just as much as he. The moment they were one. She kissed him then, her tongue entering his mouth and seeking out his own. They shared a passionate embrace as she began to grind her hips and take the lead, beginning what they’d both wanted for the longest time.

She fucked him slowly at first, getting used to his size and shape, and allowing him to feel her out as well, until they were in a steady rhythm. In sync. Her breasts bounced as she moved up and down on his shaft, and her breathing became more of a panting as she placed her hands on his chest and began to ride him hard. He alternated between squeezing her ass cheeks and massaging her tits, but while his hands were busy on her backside, maltepe escort bayan his lips were attending to her hard nipples, teasing and gently biting them as she rode him hard and fast.

But her knees became tired and she longed for something more filling, so he lifted her off him and flipped her onto her back, burying his cock back inside her dripping pussy so that his balls slapped against her asshole. He began to pound her, really pound her hard, thrusting inside her and filling her as much as he could as they both whimpered with the overwhelming pleasure they were giving each other. She began to rub her clit as he fucked her, morning and panting and sweating as they worked toward their goal of climax.

He slipped out of her hot cunt as he turned her over and had her get on her hands and knees in front of him. She looked back over her shoulder as he moved into position and smiled with wanton lust as he rubbed the head of his cock against her engorged pussy lips, sliding it up and down, before grunting heavily as he grabbed her hips and thrust forward, filling her completely and in one stroke. He settled himself inside her and began the endgame. She wanted him to fuck her. Hard.

She pushed back against him as he reached around and massaged her tits hanging underneath her. He moved his hips harder and drove his cock into her faster as their collective panting became ragged. She let out a low moan and signaled that she was close, and he confirmed that he was nearing release too. He asked her where she wanted him to come, and she turned her head over her shoulder and demanded, “come on my tits.”

She pounded back against him and he drove home for a few more strokes before pulling out and stroking his hard cock. She turned and lay beneath him, taking his cock in both of her hands and working him over as he screamed her name. She let out a moan of her own as he told her he was coming, and no sooner had he let her know than a jet of white hot cum arched from his dick, splashing across her stomach. She adjusted her aim as she continued to milk him dry and he spurted a second burst across her chest, covering one of her nipples in his seed. She pumped him a few more times and as he came, he coated her chest, stomach and hands with his cum.

He wasn’t quite finished though, and moved his head to her lap to finish what he had started. He lapped and licked at her pussy and she reclined and let him go down on her, his cum running across her breasts as his tongue found it’s way back inside her. It wasn’t long before she was panting, ready to explode and give him a face full of her own orgasm. He was rewarded for his efforts as she reached the point of no return and came, her juices flowing forth and covering his chin. He wiped his face and licked his hands clean.

They sat there for a moment, taking it all in. Both naked, satisfied and covered in cum.

He leaned over and kissed her. They stared into each other’s eyes, not speaking, but communicating volumes.

He hoped that this wouldn’t be just a singular encounter. She was thinking the same.

What happens next?

We’ll have to wait and see.

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It’s a bright, sunny Saturday morning, and you and my sister are supposed to go to the mall together to shop for bikinis. You’ve been particularly looking for your first thong bathing suit, and are eager to try everything on that you can. You and my sister (she and I are twins) have been best friends for as long as you both can remember, and you feel as comfortable in our house as you do in your own, so when you reach our front porch, you simply open it and enter, without knocking. Our living room is large and bright, with the hot morning sun streaming in through the large picture window, but the house seems oddly still in this, the middle of the morning. You call out my sister’s name at first, then try to think of why she’s not still in the kitchen making breakfast. You wrack your brain to try and think if you did agree to meet at our place at 10:30, and remember that is the correct time, but unbeknownst to you, my sister had thought 11:30 was the time, and has left on an errand.

You kick off your sandals and allow your feet to drink in the sensual feeling of our carpet’s deep shag pile. You’ve dressed in just what you need to try on bathing suits: no underwear, and only a tank-top (cut just below your firm breasts) and ragged cut-off jean shorts. As comfortable as you are in our house, and as many times as you’ve been over, lately you’ve had the strongest feelings of arousal whenever you’re over. You’ve known me since we were kids, but now maturity is beginning to turn our bodies into something more exciting than you’ve ever known, and you can’t spend the night with my sister without secretly hoping to bump into me in the night in the kitchen or hallway. You pad down the hallway, nude feet scuffing on the carpet, and feeling your sweet ass cheeks and damp pussy rubbing against the inside of your shorts. As you walk down the hallway, you look right, toward my sister’s bedroom door, then left, toward mine. You see my door cracked open slightly, and decide to walk in, hoping to catch me just out of the shower or dressing, and ready to explain that you thought, “I was in Tina’s room, I’m so sorry!” should you catch me.

You feel the pounding of you heart as you reach for the door, and push it open all the way, stepping all the way into the room as you do. Inside, your eyes see what you never could have imagined; I’m on my bed, I’m totally nude, and I have my hard cock in my hand, as I slowly jack off over several dirty magazines in front of me. For a moment, you’re too startled to know what to do, you feel somewhat embarrassed at what you’ve caught me doing, but you’re also incredibly turned on at what you see. You’ve never seen a man naked before (though you’ve seen pictures) and to catch me masturbating is even more of a turn-on. My eyes are wide with shock, embarrassment, and fear; I’m afraid you might laugh or humiliate me for what you caught me at, and I’m ashamed to have you see me like this. I quickly attempt to cover myself by pulling the bedsheets up over my lap, while at the same time; you turn to leave the room. At the door, however, you suddenly gather your strength, and instead of leaving, you close the door, remaining inside.

It takes all the courage you have to turn around to me; your body feels hot, your mouth is dry, and your legs feel rubbery. You feel incredibly turned on at what you’ve seen, but fear being in the room with a naked, obviously aroused man. I watch you, my eyes taking in the cropped tank top and the low-slung, ragged jeans. You turn to me, and swallow several times to wet your mouth so you can speak. Finally, in a voice thick with your excitement, you manage to say, “Don’t stop, it’s really exciting to watch you doing that to yourself.” I start breathing heavily; no girl has ever said anything about me was arousing, and you, as my sister’s best friend, are a girl I’ve seen partially clothed many a time, and have tried to catch coming out of the shower, or in your nightie when you stay over. To have you watch me while I jack off — to have you say my cock excites you, makes my pulse race with sexual tension.

You will your body to obey you; your level of arousal is so great you feel as though you’ll fall down instead of walking, but you manage to cover the few feet to the bed. My eyes are on the stiff nipples that are poking through your tank top; I imagine I can almost see the outline of your aureoles. You stand next to my bed, your chest heaving with the unbelievable sexual arousal you feel; never in your life have you been so turned on. You seem to feel as though you can feel every inch of your skin at once, and even with your shorts and tank on, you feel naked.

You reach down to the bed, and pull the covers off my lap, revealing my still-swelling cock, and the hand that is gently stroking it. You’ve never seen a guy masturbate, but right now, you want to see that more than anything. The thought of ataşehir escort bayan watching me jack off and cum — has you ready to kill in order to see it happen in front of you. Your eyes catch the dirty magazines on the bed: pictures of naked women — spread-eagled; on all fours; fingering themselves; giving head; or just getting fucked, their up-turned faces showing the ecstasy of their sexual arousal — is maddeningly erotic, and it gives you a wicked, sexy idea. “I want to be your centerfold.” You whisper to me, “I want you looking at me as you… your voice trails off as you fight with your natural shyness for the word, but the sexy feeling you get being nearly naked yourself next to me as I’m stroking my cock (and already looking unashamedly at your crotch) gives you the strength. “… as you jack off.” The raw force of your words hits me like an injection of hormones, my hand jerks at my thick shaft, and a large drop of clear pre-cum oozes out of the head of my cock. The sight of my increased excitement, and the lust in my heavy-lidded eyes makes your entire body feel hot. You stand just three feet from me as you reach up, crossing your arms over your chest, and grasp the bottom of your tank top. Just raising your arms lifts your top, and I can already see half of your breasts, nude under the tank. You lift the material swiftly off your body, and I see your naked tits even before you have the top free of you; firm, round, dark nipples, your breasts are cotton-white where your old bikini covered them, and your nipples are swollen and flushed with desire. Your arms fall to your sides, you force yourself not to cover your breasts, and instead looking at my eyes and the effect your toplessness has on me. You see the heaving of my chest as I gape at the erotic sight of your naked tits. You look down yourself, and bring your hands up to your nipples to stroke and manipulate them, both for your own pleasure and mine. You cup your breasts for me, modeling them, and pressing them together, thumbs flicking at the very tip of your nipples. You begin to feel light-headed with the sensual feelings of playing with your body, and the feeling of being my object of sexual desire.

You force your hands down your body, trailing your fingertips over your tummy and down your hips, hooking your thumbs under the waist band of your low-hanging shorts, and sliding your hands to the snap in front. You tug the snap open sharply with your left hand, and slowly slide down the zipper with your right, watching my eyes follow your hand like a man hypnotized. “Do you like what you see?” you whisper, breathlessly. “Yes, very much.” “Do you want to see more?” “Yes, I want to see everything.” Your mind seems to turn to jelly hearing my desire to see ‘everything’ — all of your body, everything you can do, I can do, we can do — you can’t imagine where it will end, but you never want it to. Your fingers finish unzipping your shorts, revealing dark pussy hair through the opening, you had just this morning shaved off most of the hair for the very first time, intending to buy the most revealing bikini you could find, and now your pussy hair is just a small patch, no more than an inch wide and an inch tall. You slowly turn around, thumbs hooked into the waist band of your shorts, and you bend at the waist as you slide your shorts over your hips and ass, showing me your bare cheeks, the crack in between, then finally your tight little ass-hole and the very wet pussy lips below. You watch as your pants fall to your ankles and you step out of them, totally nude, feeling my eyes on your naked ass. You look over your shoulder at my hand furiously pumping my hard cock; my body sweating with lust as I fantasize about the nude girl in my room.

You turn back to me, one hand covering your right breast, the other hand covering your hot snatch until you’re once again facing me, then your hands move away to pull the magazines off the bed to the floor. You bring one leg up onto the bed, feeling your hot, wet lips part as you do so and watching my face as I continue to be riveted on your pussy. “Are you going to come soon?” You ask wonderingly. “I don’t know — I’ve never been this excited before.” “Slow down, I don’t want this to end too soon.” You watch as my hand, with great effort, slows it’s stroking of my cock until it’s just maintaining my aroused state. My eyes rise to meet yours and you see a look of pure desire in my eyes that you never imagined you’d ever see; I clearly want your body like nothing I’ve ever wanted before. You bring your other leg up onto my bed, and sit, legs open and towards me, hands on the bed behind you, as you look deeply into my eyes. You again have to work some saliva into your mouth; it seems that all the moisture in your body is in your pussy: “This is one centerfold that gets to see what she does to you.” You say. I jerk as I hear this, and you feel escort kadıöy a wave of erotic thrill at what your words can do to me. “Have you ever thought about me when jerking off? Thought about us … doing something?” I nod my answer. “I play with myself and think about you too. I imagine we’re … making love, or you’re touching me instead of me.” Again you see the drugged look on my face at the effect of your words. But not only I am affected; you feel your hand creeping down to your pussy hair to stroke your lips and caress your hot clit. You rest on one hand as you begin to play with yourself for me, closing your eyes as you often do when masturbating, feeling my eyes on you as you feel your naked legs and slowly bring your palm flat down the inside of your thighs to find your hot, wet twat. You begin to pant as your fingers spread your lips apart, circling the tip of one finger just inside your lips until it finds your clit, then rubbing your hot button, under and over and below the hood, concentrating on the enormously erotic sensations of a hot snatch, and the thrill of your best friend’s brother watching you get yourself off. You feel your hair in strings clinging to your wet forehead; perspiration is beading up on your back and shoulders as you wildly fuck your open pussy right in front of me. Your naked feet feel the smooth, cool bedspread, and your ass cheeks rock back and forth as your whole body screams out for release. Somewhere deep in your head is the thought that good girls wouldn’t do what you’re doing, but that thought is replaced by the realization that with me, you’re never going to be a good girl again. Your eyes are squeezed shut as you concentrate on your flying fingers stroking your naked clit; your teeth are bared and your thighs tremble as you finger your pussy to an indescribable orgasm. Your head whips back and forth until your lower your head to your chest and open your eyes, looking deeply into mine. You see in my face the same excitement you feel, and your eyes lower to my cock, huge and swollen in my hand as I watch your show. “Oh god! I’m coming! I’m coming! Oh yes… yes, yes, YES!!! I’m coming.” You look at my thick cock, then at my eyes; you’re fucking me with the intensity of your gaze. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. I’m coming, I’m coming, I’m COMING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” You arch your back upwards, tits pointed at the ceiling, head back, and your mouth wide open as the orgasm overcomes you, you tense for a second, then its intensity rocks your whole body, and you convulse with pleasure, fucking your fingers with your naked cunt, shaking and moaning loudly with the sensation. You’re totally lost, out of control as you cum all over your fingers, hand and ass. Your tits are wet with perspiration, your pussy spasming out of control; your legs kick out, driving back and forth on the bed as you cum for yourself and me. For several minutes this goes on, your body trembling with orgasm, your eyes tightly shut as your whole body gives in to the ultimate pleasure. Your body quiets at last, but is still just a step below another orgasm. You look at my hard cock, and bring your trembling legs up to your chest. “Oh god, that was the most incredible I’ve ever felt. I think I’m almost still coming.” As if to prove it, your body jerks uncontrollably again, and you hug your legs to your naked, sweaty chest while it subsides. You roll over on your hands and knees and slowly spread your knees apart, showing off your swollen, dripping snatch and above it, the tight, pink ring of muscles of your ass. You look back over your shoulder, mimicking one of the poses you saw in my magazine, and reach over your hip, fingering the crack of your ass. Your finger moves gently, exploring your ass, something you’ve never done before, but your arousal is such that nothing is forbidden now. As your fingertip reaches your tight back hole, you feel a twinge of never-before-felt excitement run up your spine, and you look back to see me up on my knees approaching you from behind. You close your eyes, feeling the heat from my cock as it approaches you and you push suddenly back, hitting the huge, smooth head against your ass, and smearing wet, sticky pre-cum all over your cheeks. Driving back further, you push my body back onto the bed, landing on my lap, my cock caught between your ass cheeks, hot and hard and throbbing. You bring my hand around you to press it against your naked pussy, stroking your hot clit with my fingertips, and bringing my other hand to your nude breast. You turn your head to mine as it rests on my shoulder, and kiss me hard, realizing suddenly that you’ve just stripped naked and gotten yourself off for a guy you’d never yet kissed. You hold my hand to your damp chest, and rub my hand on your steaming twat, feeling another, and more intense orgasm building. As it approaches, and your body squirms with desire and lust, your maltepe escort naked ass twitches on my hard, thick cock. “Oh, your dick feels soooo good!” “So hot, so hard, so thick.” You begin to pant as your orgasm becomes imminent. “oh god, I’m gonna… gonna… come again! OOOOOOOOOHHHH!!!!!!!” Your entire body convulses on mine with the force of your orgasm, I can feel every inch of your nude body on mine, your ass grinding away on my hard-on, your wet back pressed against my chest. Your head rolls over to look straight into my eyes as you whimper, still orgasming on me and from me. You keep my hand on your cunt, as you roll over, and lie down on the bed, spreading your legs for me. “I want you to lick me. Lick my pussy.” We kiss hotly, my hand feeling your naked tits, and your hands grabbing my cock, pumping it up and down. “No! No — I want to do a 69!” My eyes widen as I hear this, you lean forward to kiss me full and hard, “I want your cock in my… mouth! I want to suck it, give you head, and swallow it when you cum.” You lay me down on the bed, and straddle my face, lowing your hot, naked snatch to my mouth feeling my warm breath on your wet, swollen lips, eager for the sensations of having a rough tongue on your hungry cunt. You watch as I spread your pussy lips apart with my fingers and my tongue reaches up to gently lick your erect clit. Your eyes close as you concentrate on my erotic licking of you, then you open your eyes to look at my hard dick; naked, huge, red, and twitching with desire in front of your eyes. You lower your head, and gently start licking my shaft, feeling the smoothness of the skin, and the heat coming off it. I moan lowly, feeling your wet tongue on my cock, and your lapping greedily at me, running your tongue from the bottom of the shaft all the way to the head, slowly licking all the way around the head of my cock. Your hand wraps around the shaft, and your shift your weight to your other arm, allowing your head to lower to the huge cock in your hand. Your fingers barely wrap around the shaft as you lift my cock to your mouth. You open wide and feeling the heat on your lips, take my round head into your mouth. Your close your eyes to experience the sensation of oral sex; the slippery feeling and clean taste of my pre-cum, the smooth texture of my head, and the feeling of my body twitching beneath you as you begin to slowly suck on my cock. You forget about your own body’s desire and rock forward, sucking at me and allowing your saliva to drool over your hand, pumping my cock slowly like an incredibly tight pussy. You wrap your lips tightly around my head and suck all the way up to the end, allowing my cock to pop out of your mouth, but still continuing your slow, erotic jacking off of my cock. “Mmmmmm, that feels SO good!” You hear me say. “Does it? Is what I’m doing alright?” “Oh yes! It’s more than all right, it’s incredible. OH!!!!” You experiment with my cock; stroking slower, then pumping it up and down faster. You hold the head right in front of your mouth and lick gently at the head, finding that the rim just below the head is the most sensitive part, and concentrating on that area. You lick your lips to keep them wet, and wrap them around my cock, going down deep taking as much of my cock in your mouth, bathing my naked cock with your tongue as you suck me. “I’m giving head.” You think, “Only seventeen and already giving a guy a blowjob.” The erotic thoughts going through your mind only drive you crazier, and you wildly pump my cock in your hands and move your lips up and down my shaft faster and faster. You feel my hips arch up off the bed, driving me deeper into your sweet mouth.

“He’s fucking my mouth! Damn! He’s fucking my mouth!” Your hand massages my balls, stroking them and gently squeezing them, feeling them swollen with cum. “I want it all” you think, “I want him to shoot it all in my mouth, or on my tits.” Again, your erotic mental images start driving you crazy with desire, you begin to jack me off insanely, and suck the head of my cock as hard as you can. You decide you’re going to learn to give the best head in school; we’re going to practice every time you come over, and you begin pumping my shaft harder and faster. You hear my moans underneath you; you don’t even think of where my sister might have gone or when she’ll be back — right now, you wouldn’t stop even if she came into the room. You’re aware of your own excited state as you fuck my hard dick with your hot mouth, and you realize that not only have I started fingering your snatch again, but I’m working a finger up your ass. Your a little worried about that, but too caught up in giving me head to be able to stop, and as my finger penetrates your ass-hole, you begin to feel an erotic sensation you’ve never felt before. I’m pumping into your mouth again, forcing my cock deeper into your hungry mouth and you let go of my cock with your hand, bracing yourself on both hands on the bed and bobbing your mouth up and down on my cock, concentrating on keeping you lips wet and tightly around my head. Your wonderful, hot, sucking drives me over the edge and with a hard thrust, I drive my cock all the way down your throat.

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Author’s note:

This story has a strong BDSM feel, but in a “sensual femdom” style. Which means that the female character does take control, but there are no chains, no whips, and no pain either.

The story deals mostly with teasing and cum control, not the orgasm denial in the usual BDSM sense, but just the control of when and how. If this is not your thing, please, move on.

A big THANK YOU goes to TANSTAAFL58 for encouraging me to write and for editing this story.

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My first love. My only love. This is the story of us finding our way back together.

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We used to date our junior year, then fell apart. After college we moved in the opposite directions — I went to grad school in Maryland, you took a job in Oregon. But a year ago we both found ourselves back in Boston. We met for coffee. Then for a movie. Then there was a party date. And then you tried to pick up where we left it all those years ago.

But time did not stand still for me. In college I was a timid girl, happy to be hugged and kissed. You were my first real boyfriend, but I did not like fucking much, cuddling felt much better.

Since then I discovered that I preferred to be the one in control. Not to leave it to a chance, but to decide on my own when it was time for cuddles, when I wanted to be fucked, or when I was going to be the one doing the fucking. Or teasing, turns out I like that the best.

And you… How do I bring this up with a man I loved a long time ago? You were taking me home after a party, there was a mess of hands and lips on the back seat of a cab, and then we were standing at my door. Kissing. I did not want to let you go and you did not want to leave. I fumbled for the keys. Somehow we got to the fourth floor without waking up the neighbours, opened the door, and…

And then it hit me. Clair, what are you doing?? You can’t let this happen! You two are going to kiss your way to the bed, the clothes will be pulled off and then what? You will just lay under him and pretend to enjoy it? Fake an orgasm? Go back to being that sad and frustrated woman you were for a few years after college when you went through quite a few guys not finding any joy in sex?

Or are you going to be you, the real you? The one that knows exactly what she wants, when, and how. That derives great joy from the control. That loves giving pleasure that most men don’t even know exists — the pleasure of complete submission to another.

I had to stop him before it was too late, before we went back to what we were before and ruined any chance of staying together. So, I did the only thing I could possibly do:

“STOP!”

I put all the power and steel I could possibly master in that one short word.

And you… reacted! You immediately stopped and let me go. Hands limp at your sides, you looked confused: “Why? What’s wrong? Don’t you want this? Don’t you want … me?”

“I do! I do want you, but… not like this.”

I looked around the room. I knew what I needed to do, but did not want to scare you with my chest of toys. A scarf! That will do.

“Do you trust me?”

“Of course I do, why wouldn’t I? Are you in trouble or something?”

“No, not that. Do you trust me not to hurt you?”

“Hurt me? How? What are you talking about?”

Oh, my, you had no idea! Well, you either were going to run or not, I did not really have much say in that.

“Come here, baby. I am going to tie a scarf over your eyes. Then I am going to take you by the hand, lead you to my bed, undress you, and lay you down. I will tie your hands to the headboard with another scarf and then we will have sex. This is what I am talking about.

Now, DO you trust me not to hurt you?”

You looked stunned. You tried to say something, but the words would not come out. And then… ataşehir escort bayan Then you did something I would not have expected in a million years. Very slowly you kneeled in front of me, put your hands behind your back and looked up at me.

“Yes, I do trust you. Always had, always will. I just did not know how to tell you that I was dreaming about this day for the past six years. What should I call you?”

“Clair, just Clair. I am still the same girls you knew in college, I was Clair then, I am still her now.”

I took a wide winter scarf from the coat closet and brought it back to you.

“Here. Not too tight?”

“Just perfect…Ms. Clair.”

I laughed: “OK, OK, “Ms. Clair” it is. Now get up!”

I took you by the hand. Somehow that simple touch felt completely different, but then it always did when I was in control. You felt it too, a shiver went through you body.

One step, another. It is hard to walk without seeing, but you managed not to stumble.

We stopped by the bed.

“I am going to unbutton your shirt, then take it off. Don’t move, just stand still.”

One button, another, … The shirt opened up and I could not stop myself — I leaned in, kissed your throat and slowly kissed my way down. All the way to your belt.

You put your hands on your buckle, about to open it.

“STOP!”

Your hands dropped back to your sides.

“What did I tell you? I am going to undress you, not you. Hands behind your back, please… Good. Now keep them there. Can you do that?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

So it is Ma’am now, not Ms. Clair? OK, I can live with that.

I did not want to rush it, after all, there is only one first time for everything and this was our first time. The first time we were doing it my way. I slid my hands under the open shirt and put them on your shoulders — you were so tense! Maybe not afraid, but not relaxed in the least either.

I stepped even closer, my clothed breasts touching you. I remembered that your neck was your weak spot, so that looked like a good place to start. A kiss, a lick, a soft bite, move a fraction of an inch and start over — a kiss, a lick, a soft bite.. You moaned, your throat vibrating under my lips.

Yes, baby, feels good, doesn’t it? Without stopping my slow progress across your neck, I opened your shirt wider and moved it off your shoulders. Lower, lower, now it was hanging only on the cuffs and your linked in the hands. Perfect. Right where I want it to be.

I stepped back and you gave out another moan. The one of disappointment? Anguish? Already? I have not even started yet! Looks like patience is not your virtue.

“I am right here, baby,” one hand on your chest, another on your belt.

You belly tightened up, showing off nice muscles. Belt undone, I pulled on it, getting it out of the loops. Nice heavy leather… will look good around your wrists. But that could wait, I wanted to get you naked first. I could see your hard shape through your jeans, so could not stop myself from caressing it. Just a light touch through all the fabric, but your gasp told me just how exited this all was making you.

Let’s turn up the heat a little. I stepped behind you, placed my palms on your chest and raised on my tip toes.

“Please, kick off your shoes,” I whispered in your ear.

You had to lean back into me for balance, with your hands still behind your back, trapped between us, you did not have much of a choice. And that was exactly where I wanted you — looking at me for support, for balance.

Shoes off, you steadied yourself.

I slowly slid my hands lower and lower over your belly, I got to your jeans waistband and pulled them down, crouching behind you. They pooled at your feet.

“Step back out of them. Don’t worry, I’ve got you,”

I stood up and again hugged you from behind. Then stepped back, extending my arms. escort kadıöy Shakingly, you stepped out of your pants. You could not see, so I had to guide you, pulling you back into me.

True to yourself, you still favoured the same underwear — white cotton Calvin Klein briefs. They looked good on you, at least from the behind. I was sure that in the front your cock couldn’t possibly be comfortable in its tight confinement.

But you could wait a little longer, first I needed to get rid of that shirt. Will you behave and keep your hands to yourself?

I kneeled behind you and took your left hand in both of mine. That hand, I remembered it so well! I loved to cuddle next to you on the couch while you were watching some sport channel. I would take you hand, bring it my lips and slowly kiss each finger up and down. I think you liked it too, usually you wouldn’t let me finish and we end up entangled with a forgotten game as a background noise.

Let’s try this again. I brought your hand to my mouth and kissed just the fingertip of your index finger. You answered with a long low moan. Did you remember or did it really feel so good? I will ask you later, more kissing for now. I moved my lips over your fingers, kissing, sucking, licking.

While my left hand was holding yours, my right worked on your cuff button. Done. I let go of your hand, pulled the sleeve off, and placed your hand at your side.

Now the other hand. Kissing, sucking, button, sleeve… This time I did not have to place your hand, you knew what to do. You were a quick learner!

Almost there! I took you by the hand and led the last two steps to the bed.

“Turn around and sit down. Now sit down, there is a bed behind you.”

You tried to feel it with your hands first.

“STOP!”

You stopped moving, not understanding my reaction.

“Don’t move your arms, don’t step further back. Just sit. The bed is just an inch behind you, you can’t miss it. Do you trust me?”

This was the first test. Did you really trust me? Or was just an easy thing to say when there was nothing to test that trust on?

You stood still for a second, then bend your knees and sat safely down. At least you trusted me that much.

“Give me your foot,” I pulled your sock off.

“The other one,” done.

“Now lay down and move to the center.”

You wiggle your way across the unseen bed and settled down.

“Move a bit lower, you will need space above your head.”

Now, where was that belt? It was time to use it. Oh, there it was. I picked up the belt and climbed on the bed as well.

“Give me your hands, both of them. Bring your wrists together… yes, like that. Now hold still.”

I wrapped the belt around your wrists and secured the end. It would not hold if you really wanted to get out, but I did not think you would even try. Plus, I knew that this setup was not going to hold, you did not. And that all that really mattered.

“Now put your hands above your head.”

I took a rope that was hanging behind my bed, threaded it behind the belt, and then wrapped it few times around the slats of the headboard. Done!

“Try to pull. Can you bring your hands down?”

You tried to move, there was some give, but not much.

“How does it feel? Not too tight?”

You shook your head.

I looked you over. You looked the same, but different. More man than a boy now, you have grown some chest hair, your muscles where more defined. Right, you mentioned your gym a few times and that really showed.

There was just the last piece of clothing left — your briefs. But for that I wanted to be able to see your face the moment you were completely naked in front of me.

“Raise up your head, please.” I asked softly.

You did. I pulled of the scarf off and kissed your still closed warm eyes.

“Hi there.”

You looked at me with a mixture of amusement and maltepe escort admiration.

“How are you doing? Are you OK with this?”

“Yes… Ms. Clair. I am much more than OK. Thank you.”

“For what? What are you thanking me for?”

“For seeing me. For seeing who I am and what I need. I … I dreamed about giving up control for so long, even tried it a few times, but it never worked. I could not do it, no matter how hard I tried. With you…today… I did not have to try at all, it just happened. Thank you!”

I’ve never seen you this emotional before. Even when you told me you loved me, you were more composed than now. There were tears glistering in your eyes. I kissed them again and tasted salt.

“We will be good together, you will see. We were good even then, when we did not know any better, but now… Now it will be wonderful, ” I kissed you your lips and before you had a chance to respond moved away.

Last piece of clothing, your white briefs, it was time. I moved lower on the bed and placed both hands on the elastic then looked at you. Without needing to be asked, you arched you back and I pulled the briefs down, finally freeing your cock.

It sprang up and made a wet sound, when it plopped on your stomach. We both laughed.

“Lay back, relax. Let’s play a little game called “you are not allowed to cum”. If you feel you are too close, let me know and I will stop for a minute, then go back to it.”

You looked puzzled. You did not ask anything, but it looked like you were not convinced.

“Why would you want me to stop? Because if you don’t, there will be a punishment… Let’s see… I think, if you cum without permission, I will just continue stroking you. You always become so sensitive when you cum, but your hands are tied, there is not much you can do, if I decide not to stop, but stroke you to a second orgasm instead.

Don’t worry, I will let you cum. Eventually. I am just not sure when. But you are a big boy, you can take it.”

The understanding started to show on your face. And a bit of worry, you were not quite sure if you could do it. Well, you did not have much choice, except to try.

“Don’t you love the feel of my hand on your cock? My fingers on your balls? You are getting so hard, your balls are so heavy in my hand, so full.”

You had never heard me talk like this. Not exactly a dirty talk, but much more explicit than you ever got from me.

“Let me add a little lube. Oh, what is that? You are disappointed, that I let you go? That’s OK, I will be back, just need to get lube from the other room. This will give you a chance to calm down a bit.”

I hopped off the bed and went to the bathroom to get a bottle of KY. Don’t even ask why it was there, it just was.

“Here we are. Look at that! All that pre-cum dripping down! Looks like I wouldn’t need any lube at all. But let’s still use it, I want to try something different. How does that feel when the palm of my hand pressing down and polishing your dark read glans?”

“Stop.. Clair, please, stop!”

“Stop? Yes, I will stop. I will do even better than that. How about if I squeeze the very base of your cock. Just two fingers, no palm.” I held the base of you cock in a tight grip for a few seconds.

“Did that help? Can we go on?”

You just nodded.

“Good boy, always ready for more.”

Here we go again. And again. And again…

You were shaking.

“Please… please…”

“Is there something you need to tell me? Is it time for a break? No? Your begging is sweet, but it is not going to get you anywhere…”

Suddenly your hips moved and you tried to get that much needed speed.

“Stop that! No humping into my hand! I am driving, not you! Lay still! Good boy, yes, just like that.”

Poor baby, you were sweating all over. How will my tongue on your nipple feel? Too much?

“Please… stop… Ma’am! I am going to cum!”

No, I was not going to stop; it was time.

“You can cum now. Go, baby! Give it to me! Let me suck it out of you, all to the last drop.”

Thank you for this gift. Thank you for being you, for trusting me, for giving yourself to me. Thank you, my love.

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As the bell rang my Herbology class strolled in. “Okay people, please sit separately, you have a test today. And I’ve been told that you have to stay for the whole lesson. No one is to leave early.” Collective groans from the class. “Yes, I know how you have been enjoying your early marks but Headmaster Lewis has specifically told me you need to stay for the entire length of this lesson. If you have any questions during the test raise you hand and I will come over to you. It is to be done in silence.” I walked up the rows of chairs and handed out the test papers. “Keep them turned over until the last person has their paper. Lara had chosen a seat at the back of the room. I passed her. “Sorry.” I whispered to her then turned to the rest of the class. “Okay begin.” I grabbed a spare chair at the back of the classroom and sat behind Lara, so I could look down at the students.

Lara had fixed the problem that had arisen last week after class. I didn’t ask her how she did it, and honestly, I didn’t want to know. Julie sat halfway down. I inched my chair closer to Lara’s seat. She was leant over writing her answers. She knew I couldn’t go against the headmaster so she wrote slowly and precisely. I trailed my fingers across her bare shoulder. She shivered involuntarily from my touch. It looked like she wore a handkerchief across her breasts tied by spaghetti strap stings in the back. It sparkled a sapphire blue color. The way she dressed always aroused my senses. Touching her bare skin sent heat waves to my groin. I pulled my hand away and walked back down to my desk.

I leant on the front of it, crossed my arms and looked out at the students bent over their tests. I snapped to attention as someone coughed. My eyes had traveled down do stare at a stain on the floor. And I was remembering the past few weeks with Lara. I looked up and saw Casey; her hand was in the air. She must have coughed to get my attention. I walked over to her. “Yes Casey?” I whispered.

“I’m done. Can I read my book now?” I looked at my watch. Fifteen minutes of class to go. Forty-five had gone already. I nodded and took her test. I placed it in a tray on my desk and cleared my throat.

“Excuse me everyone. There is fifteen minutes left of the class. When you are done raise you hand and I will collect your test. You can read or write or do something until the bell rings but please keep the noise right down because some of you may ataşehir escort bayan use the entire lesson to do the test.” I finished talking and heads swiveled back to their papers. The last fifteen minutes were spent walking back and forth between my desk and students. Finally the bell rang and Lara and Cody brought their papers down to my desk and put them on the pile. Lara pretended to drop some of the contents of her bag when Cody was halfway to the door so she could stay. I followed Cody to the door and locked it when he was out of earshot.

As I reached Lara I gathered her up in my arms and kissed her. My tongue slid into her mouth and explored it. She softened in my arms but I grew harder. I could feel her nipples become hard and press into my chest. She wore tight black pants that showed her curves. I could feel myself pushing into her. Her hands snaked around me to cup my buttocks. I pulled her to my office and locked the door. I undid her top and lowered my head to her breasts suckling and biting gently at them. “Jake.” I barely heard here say my name the first time. My hands traveled to her pants. “Jake.” She pushed me away. I lifted my head and looked into her eyes. Spasms of heat ran through my body. “Jake, I have my period.” My heart sunk. I had been looking forward to having her all day. My face must have shown my disappointment because she smiled at me. “I do have another hole you know.” I looked at her. I had never given anal before.

She slipped her pants off then knelt and positioned herself like last time. Laying her head in her arms in my chair. I pulled her g-string away from her ass. I could see the string from the tampon she wore. Lara then turned. She lowered her mouth onto me. She was lubricating me with her saliva. She pulled away. I could see my pre-cum mixing with her saliva. I was so horny. She turned back around and I slowly slipped into her. She gasped. I guessed this was her first time doing anal as well. I gently pumped slowly in and out of her. She was so tight. I could feel myself coming faster than usual. Her moaning made me even hornier. My moaning joined hers. “Oh, Lara, I’m coming.” She told me to pull out. I did and she put her mouth to me again. She deep throated me. And I shot into her. She swallowed me. And milked me till I had become limp.

Lara stood and tied her top back on. Another bell rang and she turned to me. “I don’t want to go escort kadıöy to class. I want to stay with you.” I looked at her and opened my mouth to speak. “I know you have a class now. I could stay in here. You can tell them that you’re helping me with some work or something. Please Jake.” I looked into her eyes, which I should not have done, because I agreed. Partly because I couldn’t refuse her when she looked at me like she was and partly because of my own selfishness. I wanted to see how many times she could suck me off in the next hour. I unlocked both doors and told her to go out and come in just behind the rest of the class. She left before the class had time to reach the door. She walked around the block of classrooms. The last student closed the door. And a moment later Lara knocked on it.

“Come in.” The class turned. “Ah, Lara. Yes, come in. go wait in my office. I’ll be there soon to help.” I turned to my class seated in front of me. “There is a test so you all have to sit apart.” I handed out their papers. “I will be tutoring Lara in my office so we do not disturb you. I will come back out every ten minutes or so to check on you all. If anyone needs me for a question, just skip it and put your hand up when I come out. When you finish, since it is the last lesson of the day put your papers in this tray on my desk and you may go home early.” I handed the last paper out. “Start.” The sound of rustling paper could be heard as I went into my office. “We have to be super quiet Lara.” I whispered to her and she nodded.

I stood behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. She turned her head to me and we kissed. She stuck her tongue deep into my mouth. My hands wandered up to her breasts and I caressed them gently. She laid her head on my shoulder and I kissed her softly on the neck up and down. She covered my hands with her own. I could feel myself growing again. I could feel myself pressing into her from behind. “Oh…” She moaned softly. “Jake, you horny little devil. Naughty thoughts about a student.” She loved to tease me about our relationship. It was only fake teasing but it turned me on more than if she used dirty talk. Our relationship was forbidden on so many levels but we kept it going. I couldn’t hold back when I saw her in class and she was the one who initiated it. She turned and knelt in front of me undoing my pants as she slid down by body.

I shudder as she maltepe escort deep throats me. She wraps her thumb and forefinger around my base and pumps her mouth. Her other hand wanders to my balls and she massages them. This urges me closer, faster than ever. I close my eyes and my head rolls back to face the ceiling. “Oh god, Lara, that feels so good. Don’t stop.” I whisper to her. I hold her head and thrust into her mouth. She matched my pace and I cum into her mouth. She swallows me and stands. I kiss her eyelids and she smiles at me. “I better go check on my class. I’ll be back.” I pull my pants back on and adjust myself.

I walked out into the classroom. The class look up as I shut the door behind me then back to their tests. I looked up at the clock; I had been in my office for twenty minutes. I blushed a bit and I felt my ears heat up. I walked over to my desk and pretended to search though the drawers for something to hide my face. When I was sure I had finished blushing I looked up at the class. They all still sat with their heads over their tests, writing their answers. No one had their hands raised. I nodded and retreated to my office. Lara sat in my chair caressing her own breasts. I wanted her badly but my cock was spent from five minutes earlier. I sat on my desk in front of her and she looked at me. She placed her hands on my upper inner thighs rubbed them gently over me. She slid them up to my belt buckle and undid my pants.

“You’ll get there Jake.” Lara said seeing my limp penis. She bent forward and licked my balls. I shivered. She had found the way to get me up quickly. I saw her watch my cock grow out of the corner of her eye. She pulled my balls into her mouth and sucked on them. She pushed me back onto my table. Her finger then stroked the skin between my balls and ass hole. My cock shot up faster as she sucked and rubbed me. I was so hard when she stopped and sucked me. She then turned and leant into my chair. Her ass cheeks presented themselves; I moved forward and entered here. She moaned. And I pumped myself faster and faster into her. I shot my load into her and kissed her bare back.

I stood and left into the classroom. Thirty minutes that time. The first students got up and brought their papers to my desk and left. I stayed until the last student left. I locked the door. And went back to my office. Lara was dressed. She kissed me deeply and said she had to go. I grabbed her arm and spun her to me. One hand encircled her back and my other went to her breast. I enclosed her mouth in a kiss before she could protest. I probed into her mouth. “Next week I will pay you back for today.” I smiled at her and kissed her again. She nodded and left.

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When I returned to school on Monday after the amazing weekend at the Principal’s house, I thought there might be a degree of awkwardness, particularly as I had young Jennifer in my class first up, but she behaved as if nothing had happened at all. She was neither too forward nor too reserved, and the only thing that told me I hadn’t really dreamed the whole incident was the quick wink she threw me as she departed the class at the end of the line of students. But I couldn’t help myself, my eyes dropped to her tight sexy ass, and I twitched in remembrance.

Harry himself treated me just like he treated all the rest of the staff, so it was clear that the incidents were going to be regarded as par for the course in this school, and I smiled to myself. During the following week I saw lots of examples of Harry’s concept of ‘action responsibility, rather than punishment’, although none quite in the league of Jennifer and her mother on the weekend!, so it was clear that the whole staff supported, and had adopted, that strategy, and it certainly made a difference to the whole culture of the school. I had never seen a happier or more relaxed school in my life, and there was the sort of respect between staff and students that I’d always dreamed of, but never thought possible.

The other thing that both surprised and amused me was the attitude of the female students towards me. In a large City High School there was always a constant turn over of staff, and invariably each year there’d be a sprinkling of fresh faced teachers straight out of College, and these were always the focus of female student attention. Many is the crush I’ve seen develop, and many is the time I’ve had to counsel those young Teachers to keep their heads on straight. Now, here I was at age 35, being the recipient of those self same crushes! Most of the other staff had been at the school for many, many years and the closest to me in age was a married female teacher that was 44, so it was little wonder, I guess that the girls seemed to flock around me wherever I went. I didn’t let it go to my head, of course, well … not much, anyway! .. but it was intensely flattering after the difficult emotional times I’d been through.

There was one student in particular that seemed always to be around, her name was Denise. She wasn’t a stand out student in looks or in academic performance, but there was a certain energy about her that set her apart from the others, made me notice her more than most of the others. Within days she had almost become a personal secretary of sorts, always there to help with packing up, always there first in line whenever there was an activity proposed. And that did not go un-noticed by Harry and the other staff, but there was no censorship and none of the subtle words of caution or advice that I’d often given to young teachers. Perhaps they all assumed that at my age I’d be able to handle it … or perhaps they just didn’t see it as a problem at all.

It was Megan Lee that actually explained the reasons behind that. I hadn’t seen anything of her since that first weekend, but at the end of week three when I arrived home from School I found my front door unlocked. Positive I had locked it when I left that morning, I moved inside very quietly and cautiously, expecting at any minute to confront a burglar or at least to find my belongings spread all over the place. Instead, what I found was a very relaxed and smiling Megan Lee sitting at the kitchen table, cool drink in hand, with another on the table directly opposite , which she directed me to. “But How?” I said, glancing all around.

“Who do you think cleaned the house up before you arrived?” she said, laughing, “Guess I must have forgotten to hand the spare key back to the owners…or maybe I got another set made up for emergencies”

I laughed with her, “Oh, and is this an emergency?” I asked.

She pouted, “Well, Harry’s had to fly off for a Principal’s congress this weekend, so I was feeling lonely, isn’t that enough of an emergency?”

My eyes lifted in surprise, “I would have thought you’d have gone along for the trip” I said.

She smiled, “Oh, he took Bernice along this time ( Bernice was the 44 year old married teacher I mentioned earlier ), for the experience” she said.

I guess I must have looked surprised again, because she tossed her head back and laughed, “All the girls take it in turns to go to these conferences, it adds some spice to their lives” she said.

“You mean? “ I spluttered.

“Oh yes” she said, grinning, “It’s all part of the school bonding”

“And you don’t mind?” I asked.

“Of course not … grin .. it was me that suggested it, few women get to be principals, so they need all the experience of these conferences that they can get … and, of course, there are the side benefits … grin …” she said.

“Side benefits?” I asked.

She nodded, “Yes, they all get to share a sexy weekend with their Principal, and as you saw for yourself, Harry is very caring…and very horny!”. Then she rose up from her chair and ataşehir escort bayan sauntered around the table to stand right in front of me, “Miss me?’ she asked, teasingly.

I let my eyes roam over her, God but she was gorgeous! She was wearing a tight pair of shorts and a loose blouse top that showed clearly that she wasn’t wearing a bra over her magnificent breasts, and my cock started to swell, “Oh yes” I whispered, “I’ve missed you like hell” and I drew her down onto my lap and kissed her deeply.

She responded wildly and willingly, writhing down onto my burgeoning cock, then pulled back, “Well, that’s not what I’ve heard” she said laughingly.

“Oh, and what have you heard?” I asked, nibbling her ear and causing her to shudder.

“Oh, I’ve heard that you’ve got yourself a girlfriend already” she said.

“Me?. you must be mistaken, I’ve been too busy to even look at a woman in the last two weeks” I said, heatedly.

She laughed, “Oh, and what about Denise?” she said.

“But…but…she’s just a student” I stammered.

“So was I when Harry and I first got together” she said, “Look at us now”

“Oh, but it’s not the same, I mean she’s nice and all that, but she’s only helping me out with things” I said.

She grinned, “Men … huh … sometimes they’re as blind as bats! Well in this community we don’t believe people learn from being deprived, but from being fulfilled! Denise obviously needs your attention in order to grow, are you going to deny her that?” she said.

I sat there quite stunned, hell this was so different from the attitudes I’d grown up with, attitudes that drove a wedge between teacher and student, created a barrier that no one stepped over, and here was Megan Lee actually encouraging me to step over it.

She was watching me carefully, almost reading the thoughts that were flitting through my mind, then she kissed me, “Just think about it” she whispered, “A young girls feelings are very fragile at that age, we have to support them as much as we can, don’t you agree?”

“Of course” I said, not really sure I understood what ‘supporting’ meant in this context.

Then she was staring deep into my eyes, “You know, I’ve always shared with Harry … everything … I’ve never been with another man alone” she said.

I felt a fire rush through me, “But, you said, Harry …” I stammered.

“Oh yes, Harry goes with other women, and I don’t mind, it’s just that I’ve never found a man that I wanted just for myself … until now!” she said.

And the fire just exploded inside me! I eased her off my lap and stood her up and stood up with her, taking her into my arms and kissing her gently, “Megan Lee, you are the most beautiful, exciting and amazing woman I have ever met, and I’ve wanted you every day since that first time, hungered for you at times so hard that it hurt” I said.

“Do you really, really mean that?” she whispered, and for the first time I saw the uncertain little girl that still lurked below the surface.

“Oh yes, I mean it, I want you … just for myself tonight” I whispered, kissing her ear, and letting my tongue run around it.

She shivered, “Oh yes” she whispered, “Oh. yes”

I led her into the bedroom and slowly disrobed her, marveling once again at her magnificent long legs, her tight sexy ass, her sensuous hips, and her amazing, large, firm breasts with their perky nipples. I kissed them all softly and gently, starting around her ears and moving all the way down to her feet and back up, not missing one single spot, and she moaned and writhed. My hands constantly stroked her with feather like brushes, and my tongue trailed and flicked around her nipples, before I took them into my mouth and sucked them gently, bringing a shuddering groan from her. Then I stood back and disrobed, letting my big hard cock spring out to hover, bobbing and shaking above her. She took it gently in her hands and began to run her tongue teasingly up and down and around it, making it stiffen and swell even more. Then she lifted it aside and took each of my heavy balls into her mouth and sucked them gently, causing me to shudder, and my knees to almost collapse.

Then she was lying back on the bed, smiling up at me, “Now David, fuck me … please…fuck me like I’m the only woman in the world … the only woman you’ve ever loved” she whispered hotly.

Well, no one could have resisted an invitation like that! not from a woman as beautiful as Megan Lee! So I slipped between her legs and slowly brushed my cock head over her pussy lips, feeling them part slightly, feeling her juiciness. Then her fingers were holding me, guiding me, slipping up and down my thick stem as she fed it into her steaming pussy … and she moaned .. and I moaned, loving the hotness and the tightness as my cock went deeper and deeper.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion …until my cock hit bottom! Until my balls kissed and caressed her tight ass cheeks! Then … it was like we both exploded into motion … and we were ramming escort kadıöy into each other like wild animals! “Oh yes, yes, Megan, Oooohhh you are so tight, oh god you are so amazing” I cried.

I hammered my big cock into her over and over again, and she arched and bucked and screamed, crying out for more, “Yes David, harder, faster, oh yes … fuck me … oh god yes … FUCK MEEEEEEEE!”

I don’t know how long our lovemaking lasted, we sped up and slowed down a number of times, taking each other to the brink, then holding back, teasing, arousing, exciting each other. Alternately screaming and whispering hot words of love and lust, building and building and building, until … Finally I couldn’t hold back any longer, and with a roar that would have done a lion proud, I EXPLODED!! shooting copious amounts of hot cum into her writhing , shuddering pussy! And she was CUMMING too, wildly, and equally loudly!

God the orgasm we were sharing seemed to go on for ever! and left us both totally exhausted, and we both slipped into a light sleep. When we awoke it was late .. too late for her to bother going home … anyway, as she said, now she’d broken the ice of being alone with another man … why waste it! So we didn’t! we fucked the whole night away!!

When she left the following morning, it was with the promise that we’d be together again …with or without Harry, grin! .. and the reminder to think about what she’d said about Denise.

Well, I have to admit, Denise didn’t feature much in my thoughts that weekend! Just this gorgeous creature with a magnificent body .. and even more magnificent breasts! Although I did wonder if Harry was having as much fun with Bernice? I allowed my mind to dwell on Bernice for a while, she didn’t have the impact of Megan Lee, but was still pretty attractive, and I wondered …Mmmmm … Damn I was turning into a sex maniac!!

I think Megan Lee’s words must have worked themselves insidiously into my brain, because on Monday and Tuesday of the next week, I became more and more conscious of Denise and her almost puppy like devotion. I even started to wonder …then I’d stop myself, or dash off and make myself very busy. As I said before, Denise wasn’t a stand out in looks, but there was something about her, something I just couldn’t put my finger on .. an aura, perhaps. I did, however, start to notice that it was her clothes that were unflattering, always loose and bulky, giving little hint of what might be underneath …but that didn’t matter, I kept on trying to tell myself! I mustn’t even think of that.

On the Wednesday a surprise turned up, a new computer for me to use at home. Had we left it in the box, it would have been easy to carry home, but we had to take it out and put it together at school to load on all the necessary programs that would enable me to connect with the school from my home. Consequently, when it came to home time, I was struggling to carry lots of bit and pieces to my car. It was not a great surprise when Denise suddenly appeared and started to help, but I initially balked when she suggested riding home with me to help at the other end. It was Harry, passing by at that moment, who just opened the passenger side door for her and smilingly helped her in, then winked at me as he walked away, humming! There was little I could do but drive home and just hope that we’d get everything unloaded quickly and she’d head off. In fact, quite the reverse happened! disaster struck totally unexpectedly in the form of a sudden torrential downpour just as we started to carry the computer gear from the car to the front door. Although I tried to hurry, the door key got stuck, then I dropped it, and all the time Denise was standing behind me trying to protect the computer screen with her body … and getting totally soaked!

When we eventually got inside, we both looked like drowned rats! Yet Denise insisted on making another journey out to the car to get the remainder of the gear. By the time we had it all inside, the disaster had turned into a joke, and we were kicking water at each other as we sprinted the last few yards of the last journey, then standing in the kitchen dripping water all over the floor. I looked at Denise, her bulky jumper was saturated and plastered to her body, revealing a shapeliness I hadn’t seen before, her hair was a total mess, and water was running down her face in streams.

I quickly pointed the way to the bathroom and told her to get out of that wet gear and put on a robe before she caught pneumonia, then darted into my bedroom to do the same. When she came out, freshly showered and wrapped in one of my long bath robes, she was giggling because it was far too large for her and trailed all over the floor. “Well at least it will keep you warm and dry” I said, “Better give me your clothes and I’ll run them through the dryer while you ring your parents and explain that you’ll be held up for a while”

She stumbled back into the bathroom, giggling as she nearly tripped over the robe, and came out to hand me her clothes maltepe escort which I took and began to feed into the dryer along with mine. It was as I was doing that … seeing her bra and panties among the pile … that I realized that she wasn’t wearing a damn thing under that robe! …and a sudden heat raced through me.

I moved slowly back into the lounge in time to hear her tell her parents what had happened and that I was drying off her clothes in the dryer and she would be home as soon as everything was finished. I was a bit surprised that she’d told it straight, because they would know she was here alone with me in what could only be described as a compromising situation, but they didn’t seem to mind, and when she came off the phone she was smiling, and looked … well, positively radiant!

I made a cup of hot chocolate, then decided to make sure the computer had survived in a better state than us, so got a cloth and made sure everything was dry, and started to put it together. Immediately, Denise was over helping, putting jacks in here and wires in there as if she’d been doing it all her life, I sighed, How I envied the students of today with their familiarity with new technology, I found it all such a struggle to master. I was standing up fiddling with the keyboard when I looked down at Denise, plugging in the printer .. and sucked my breath in! as she knelt and leaned forward, the robe was tenting out, and I found myself staring at the most beautiful, succulent pair of breasts imaginable! And it wasn’t a brief glimpse either! everything was on view, including her strawberry nipples!

She glanced up and saw where I was looking, and flushed, her hand half coming up to pull the robe together, then hesitating and falling away again. I blushed furiously like a kid caught with his fingers in the cookie jar, “Uh … I’m sorry” I mumbled, “I …I didn’t mean to stare … but…god…they’re so beautiful”

She didn’t answer or respond in any way, just knelt there letting me look. I turned quickly and dashed out to the kitchen, standing by the sink, trying to stop my trembling, trying to stop the fire that was rushing through me, trying to will my cock to go down! I rattled around in the fridge, preparing a couple of cool drinks half filled with ice, I wasn’t sure if she needed one, but I sure as hell did!

I was still rattling around, playing for time when she called out, “It’s all fixed, David, all ready to go, do you want me to turn it on?”

Damn, I still hadn’t got used to students calling teachers by their first name, but it was part of the way the school operated, so I had to go along. I took a couple of deep breaths. Willing myself to stay calm, picked up the two drinks and walked back into the lounge. Denise was sitting on the chair in front of the computer, smiling, looking very pleased with herself, and as I walked over she turned away and pressed the on switch, and the computer screen lit up.

I handed her the drink and stood back a little, watching all the bits and pieces come up on the screen as it worked its way through the program preparations, making sure I wasn’t in a position to look down her robe top again. Then she was working the mouse, clicking this and that and jumping from place to place, completely losing me in no time at all! “There” she said, finally, “Now you’re onto the net, you have to be in that to connect with the school”

I grinned, “Well, that much I did know” I said, “but you lost me with all the other stuff!

She laughed, “Oh. I was just testing the modem, and seeing how fast it would pull things up. So, now we’re in, where do you want to go? Back to school?” she asked.

I laughed, feeling a little more relaxed, “Hell no, I think I’ve had enough of that for one day” I said.

“Me too, thank god we don’t get too much homework” she said. Then she half turned and grinned impishly at me, “So, do you want an adult site perhaps?” she asked, and as my chin was still dropping in shock, she turned back to the computer and clicked a couple of times … and filled the screen with a naked man embracing a naked woman!

I guess I must have gasped out loud, and she laughed, “Oh, do you think she’s beautiful?” she asked, “Do you think she has nice breasts? …and she half turned to look at me …as nice as mine?”

I think I turned brick red! and almost spilled my drink, “I … I … I …” my throat just seized right up.

The look she gave me was so hot it would have peeled paint from a wall! “You haven’t forgotten already, have you?: she almost purred, then lifted her hands and drew the robe aside, revealing her high, firm breasts with their strawberry nipples.

“Oh god!, Oh god!” I blurted out, my eyes almost popping from their sockets.

She turned her head and glanced back at the screen, “Mmmm, I think my nipples might be a little larger, don’t you?” she asked.

I tried to speak, but my vocal chords seemed to have decided they couldn’t handle the English language, and all that came out was a muted growl, and the front of my robe was starting to look like a tent. Just as she turned back to look at me, the robe finally gave up the uneven struggle to contain my rampant cock, and it popped out, almost in her face, and her eyes widened, and it was her turn to gasp and flush bright red!!

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