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I was washing my hands when the door to the ladies’ room burst open and a woman in her late teens or early twenties entered. She did not wait for the door to close behind her before hiking up her denim miniskirt, exposing white cotton, rose-print panties with pale pink elastic. She ran for the nearest cubicle, her shoes clicking on the tiles, the clicking echoing off the walls. She elbowed open the door, pushing it so far back on its hinges that it banged against the wall of the cubicle. In her haste she did not bother to close the door behind her, allowing me to see her in the mirror above the washbasin. With one shaking hand she lifted the toilet lid; with the other she held her skirt up.

“Yes!” she said. “Made it!” But just as she slid her thumbs under the waistband of her panties to pull them down, there was an abrupt squelch and the crotch of her panties sagged. She froze. A yellow-brown stain began to appear on the seat of her panties. The fishy smell of diarrhoea filled the room.

Turning off the tap, I yanked a few paper towels from the dispenser on the wall and began drying my hands, still watching her in the mirror.

A frustrated growl rose in her throat, drowning out the soft music playing over the PA. “Aaw no!” She kicked the wall.

Ditching the used paper towels, I picked up my handbag from the bench and slung the strap over my shoulder.

“It’s not fair! I just about made it! I was so close!”

I entered the cubicle and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You need to calm down, sweetie.” She gave a start and turned to face me. “It was just an accident.”

“Who are you? What are you doing in here? What do you want?”

“My name is Jenny. And it looks to me like you need help.”

For an instant I thought she was going to yell at me and tell me to go away and leave her alone, but instead she said, in a voice choked with rising emotion, “I’m Jodie. I just totally shit my pants.” And she began sob.

I let her lean her head on my shoulder. She was still holding her skirt up, presumably to keep it from getting soiled. I stroked her shoulder-length dirty-blonde hair. “It’s going to be okay. It happens to everyone at some point. I’ve pooped myself several times as an adult.”

She looked up into my face with utter disbelief.

I giggled. “Hard to believe, I know, but it’s true.”

She buried her head in my shoulder again. The sobbing soon eased off, however, and I let her pull away.

“What am I going to do?” Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. “How do I get cleaned up?”

I looked her up and down. There was light soiling down the inside of her shapely upper thighs and a few drops of poop on the floor.

“Let’s go to the handicapped stall. There’s more room in there. And there will probably be a sink in there as well. Follow me. It’s just down the end here.” I held the door open for her. “In you go.” I locked the door behind us. “We’ll have you cleaned up in no time.”

She looked at me eagerly, as if awaiting instructions.

“What size are you?”

“Sorry?”

“Panties.”

“Oh, I don’t know off the top of my head.”

“Turn around.” I slipped my thumb and forefinger under the waistband of her panties and pulled the label up so that I could read it. “Size fourteen. Same as me. Today is your lucky day. Because I just happen to have these.” Unzipping my handbag, I produced a pair of pale blue cotton panties.

Her face lit up.

“I always carry a spare pair with me, just in case. I’ve had a few bad experiences in the past, as I mentioned earlier.”

I slung the panties over the handicapped rail. She kicked off her shoes. I tire escort helped her get her skirt off without soiling it and slung that over the rail too. Removing her panties was more difficult. The poop was so runny I feared that it would get all over the floor.

“Cup your hands, Jodie.” I tore off several sheets of toilet paper and laid them over her hands to form a protective layer. “Now put them under your crotch. I’ll pull down from the waistband, and you hold the gusset so the poo doesn’t fall out.”

She did as instructed. My plan worked. No poo leaked onto the floor, though soiling did spread further down her thighs. She stepped out of her panties.

I lifted the toilet lid (and the seat too; I didn’t want to get any poop on the seat). She emptied the contents of her panties into the bowl, and I flushed. She disposed of her panties in the tampon bin, ignoring the sign on the lid:

THIS BIN IS FOR SANITARY PRODUCTS ONLY NOTHING ELSE IS TO BE PLACED IN THIS BIN

“Thank you for doing this, by the way — helping me.” She had a bunch of toilet paper scrunched up in her hand and was wiping the inside of her thighs. “I really appreciate it. I’d be lost without you.”

“It’s no problem. I just wish I’d had someone to help me the few times when I’ve had accidents. Perhaps now that I’ve helped you, next time I have an accident, someone might help me. Karma, you know. What goes around comes around.”

“I hope so. You deserve it.”

She wiped her vagina as best she could, but a considerable amount of faecal matter remained stuck in her pubic hair. She then turned her efforts to her buttocks. She wiped and wiped, went through sheet after sheet of toilet paper, got poop all over her fingers. Finally, she huffed. “I can’t even see what I’m doing. This is going to take forever.”

“Here. Let me help you.”

“What? Let you help me what? Wipe?”

“Of course. You can’t see what you’re doing, and I’m here, so….”

“Ah, no, I couldn’t possibly let you?”

“I insist.” I pulled off some toilet paper. “Come on.”

“Well… okay. Thanks.”

As I wiped, gas built up in my gut. Since the air was already thick with the stench of Jodie’s poop, I figured she wouldn’t notice if I farted, so I did. But it came out louder than I had anticipated, echoing off the walls.

“Ooh excuse me!”

Jodie didn’t say anything, didn’t even turn round, just continued to stand, bent over, hands clutching the toilet seat. I kept wiping till she complained the paper was beginning to abrade. By this stage I also had poop all over my fingers.

“There’s a trick I learnt from my previous accidents.” I pulled off a fresh sheet of toilet paper, took it over to the washbasin, and ran it under the tap. “Wetting the paper makes it softer. And helps remove any stubborn poop stains.” I resumed wiping. “Is that better?”

She nodded.

Moments later I farted again. “Oh dear me!” Throwing a clump of wet brown toilet paper into the toilet, I said, “There. Done. All nice and clean now.”

“Thanks.” She sniffed the air. “Paaw! That stinks, Jenny!”

“Yeah, sorry.”

She laughed.

“You might want to try the wet-toilet-paper trick around front,” I said, “to get the poop out of your pubes.”

“Good idea.” She ran some toilet paper under the tap.

“Leave it on, could you, please? I need to wash my hands.”

“Oh, they’re filthy. That’s my mess. Sorry about that.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“You know, I’ll probably be all right now, if you’ve got other things to do. I feel a lot better now, and I’m just about all cleaned up.”

“Well, I do need escort tire to get on with my shopping.” I turned off the tap and went to pluck a paper towel from the dispenser only to find it empty. I wiped my hands on my skirt.

“Thank you so much for helping me. God knows how I would’ve managed this alone.”

“No problem. I’ll get going, then.”

“It’s been nice meeting you, Jenny. You’ve really restored my faith in humanity. Thanks for the panties, too.”

“That’s quite all right. It’s been nice meeting you as well, and I hope it’s a very long time before this happens to you again.”

“I hope it never happens again.”

“Oh, it will. But you’ll know how to deal with it next time.” I unlocked the cubicle door. “I’m off, then.”

“Bye.”

On my way out of the ladies’ I passed the first stall she had gone to and saw the poop on the floor. I had forgotten all about it. I called out to her to remember to clean it up. She said she would.

Exiting the ladies’, I took the corridor leading back to the shopping centre. I felt the need to fart again and pushed.

No sound. But wetness bloomed between my butt cheeks. I stopped dead. Clenching my buttocks, I pinched off the gassy, liquid stool.

In denial I put a hand up my skirt and touched the crotch of my panties, hoping to find them dry. They had to be dry. I couldn’t have pooped my panties just after giving away my reserve pair. Not even I could have such bad luck.

When my fingers touched fabric, however, they detected dampness. Yet I refused to believe the signals the nerves in my fingertips were relaying to my brain. I couldn’t have had an accident. It was impossible.

With mounting apprehension I withdrew my hand from under my skirt and raised it to eye level. Were they brown stains on my fingers? I rubbed them together. Sticky. I sniffed them. Stinky.

“Nooo.” It came out as a polysyllabic whimper, though I had intended it to come out as a scream.

I ran back to the ladies’ and pounded on the door of the handicapped stall. “Jodie? Jodie, are you still in there?”

“Yeah. Is something wrong?”

“Listen, I hate to do this to you, but I need those panties back. I’ve had an accident.”

Laughter erupted on the other side of the door.

“What are you laughing at, you ungrateful bitch?”

The laughter stopped abruptly.

“Look, I’m sorry I got angry, but I’m being serious. I’ve pooed my pants and I need those knickers back. Could you please pass them to me under the door?”

“I don’t know. Can’t you just go commando?”

“No, I can’t go commando. I’m having my period, and it’s really heavy at the moment.”

“Aren’t you wearing a tampon?”

“Well, yes, of course I’m wearing a tampon, but I’ll have to throw it away because it’ll be all shitty now, and I only have a pad in my handbag.”

“Couldn’t you just buy a new pair?”

“I could ask you the same question, Jodie. And besides, I’m having my period. How do you suggest I go shopping for panties? Should I leave here with blood dripping down my legs? Or should I walk around with one hand holding a pad to my crotch? Can you imagine me walking into a store like that and saying, ‘Excuse me, what aisle are panties in’?”

“You don’t understand. I can’t leave here without panties. If my boyfriend finds out…. Let me explain something. My boyfriend once found out I cheated on him when he caught me without panties after I lost them having sex in a toilet stall. He’s been suspicious of me ever since. You don’t know what he’s like — how he gets — when he’s mad. If he thinks I’m cheating on him again, he’ll tire escort bayan kill me.”

“Well, then, you’d better buy some new underwear.”

“I can’t. He doesn’t let me carry any money. I’d have to ask him for the money, and then he would want to know what it was for. And then?”

“Okay; I get the picture. But that’s not really my problem. I need those panties more than you, and I’m not leaving here without them. So again, if you could just pass them under the door, please.”

“No.”

I heard the swishing of fabric. It sounded as if she was hurriedly getting dressed.

“No? I’m sorry, Jodie, that’s the wrong answer.” Getting on my belly, I crawled under the stall door.

Now fully dressed, Jodie was slipping into her shoes. “What are you doing in here, you crazy bitch? Get out!”

From my position on the floor, I could see up her skirt, see the crotch of the pale blue cotton panties I had given her. I pushed myself up onto my hands and knees, crawled over to her, and reached up her skirt for the panties; but she jumped up onto the toilet seat, leapt over me, and ran to the door. Panicked, she pushed and pulled on the door, but it wouldn’t open. She didn’t think to unlock it. This allowed me time to get to my feet, wrap my arms round her torso, and throw her to the ground. The strain caused another leak of gassy, liquid stool into my panties. Whimpering, she rolled onto her belly and crawled under the partition into the neighbouring stall. I unlocked the door and, running parallel to the stalls, cut her off just as she emerged from under the partition of the stall she had first entered, the one with the poop on the floor. Sobbing silently, she got to her feet. Shit was smeared down the front her top, her skirt, her legs.

“Get out of my way!” she screamed, lunging forwards.

I stepped aside, hands in the air as if surrendering. “Oh, don’t touch me!”

Once she had passed, I came up behind her and, reaching up her skirt, grabbed her — my — panties and yanked down.

Jodie stumbled. The panties came away in my hands. She spun round, her jaw hanging loose.

The panties had torn along the hip seams.

“Look what you’ve done!” I said, pushing the torn edges together then pulling them apart, pushing them together then pulling them apart, as if I could will them to rejoin.

“Great! Now how am I going to face my boyfriend? Well, if I have to leave here without panties, so do you.”

Absorbed in the torn panties, I didn’t notice Jodie approach, didn’t sense her reach up my skirt; but I did feel the tug on my panties, did hear them tear. They plopped to the floor. Poop splattered onto my shoes.

Jodie fled.

“Come back here, you bitch! You can’t just leave me here like this! Not after I helped you!”

But it was no use. The woman had no conscience.

What do I do now?

Don’t panic, Jenny; think! What is the first thing you must do?

Get these filthy panties off the floor.

Good. And then?

Head to the handicapped stall to get cleaned up.

Excellent! You’ll get through this.

Using the panties I had taken from Jodie as a glove, I picked up the pair on the floor and, carrying them at arm’s length, my nose wrinkled, disposed of both pairs of ruined panties in the handicapped stall’s tampon bin. It was then that I had an epiphany.

Jodie’s panties! You could use Jodie’s panties! They’re dirty, yes, but still intact. All they need is a wash.

Fishing them out, I rinsed them in the sink, then rung them dry. I draped them over the handicapped rail. Squatting on the toilet, I finished pooping and then cleaned myself up with wet toilet paper. I donned Jodie’s panties. Though still damp, they nicely supported my fresh pad. And I left the ladies’ room ? with poop still on the floor ? confident to face the world. Whereas Jodie, I like to think, got slapped around by her boyfriend for cheating again. Bitch!

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Sharon was a married woman who accepted a position working in the office of Mike a wealthy businessman. She did this despite his declaration during the offer of employment, that at some point he would try to seduce her. She enjoys the work situation and soon becomes erotically interested in her boss as well. They tease each other over the course of several months before Sharon accepts an invitation to join him for a day alone and away from work.

Mike was at the marina early next morning. He was part owner of a large motor yacht, an investment he shared with five other entrepreneurs. He and his partners in the yacht used it to entertain clients and government officials. It was a full time business as they also rented it for private parties. They had engaged the services of a Captain who also acted as Manager of the small corporation. It was not a money making investment but it did provide them prestige and a lot of pleasure.

Mike occasionally entertained ladies on board, the elegance being much more conducive to seduction than a motel. It was a beautiful morning and he was assisting Steve, the Captain, in preparing the boat for a daylong cruise with Sharon.

Mike was a realist. He did not actively seek out women for sex. But he had worked in enough offices to recognize that a relationship between office workers could easily evolve into an intimate encounter. One can spend more of their waking hours with an assistant at the office than with their mates at home. Conditions are ripe for personal involvement.

Mike’s current situation, working from his home in basically a two-person operation, could magnify the pressure and opportunity if the two were compatible. Mike ensured the latter by his hiring procedure. And then he basically allowed nature to take its course, placing the burden on his new associate to initiate the sex. Sharon had done that in spades. Despite informing her at the outset of his most likely attempt to fuck her, he had made no further move until she had become the aggressor.

Sharon was disappointed when she arrived at the office to find that Mike was not around. The phone rang within minutes, it was Mike, “Morning Sharon, are you ready for a picnic?”

Cautious at first, Sharon countered, “A man of mystery, I like that. Whatever is the plan?” She wondered what sort of game he was playing. Her mind had been on sex all night long but getting laid on a blanket in a park had not been one of the fantasies!

Mike said, “There will be a cab there to pick you up in ten minutes. I’ll be waiting for you here.”

Despite not having any idea where ‘here’ was, Sharon managed, “Mike, you have my attention, I can hardly wait.”

Mike met her at the Marina gate and paid the cabby. She looked gorgeous, with her beautiful small voluptuous body, excited eyes and sweet lips. He grabbed her handbag and guided her to the boat. His eyes were glued on her jiggling cheeks as they climbed aboard.

Steve was at the other end of the gangplank, extending his hand with a smile. Sharon cringed a bit; did he know what she and Mike had planned? She suddenly felt like a lady of the night! However, that feeling passed quickly and only thoughts of Mike between her legs remained.

Mike guided her down the stairs to a large bedroom with sliding glass doors opening to a back deck equipped with deck chairs and a large bubbling hot tub. They kissed with intense passion, an automatic continuation of yesterday’s encounter. Mike stripped Sharon down to bra and panties.

But as Sharon prepared to lie down on the bed, Mike smiled; “Not yet baby, change first and we’ll go up top. I have to help Steve cast off and leave the harbor.”

Sharon paused and then reached for her handbag. What’s with this guy? She looked down at his groin area to see his erection bulging down along his pant-leg. His eyes followed her movements as she unhooked her bra. His mouth went dry as her beautiful pink-nippled tits bobbed before his eyes. She smiled coquettishly as she tucked each one into a halter-top. She paused, turned from him and pushed her panties down before pulling on a pair of soft tight jeans. She slowly eased the tight jeans over each cheek.

He could barely keep his hands off of her and she knew it. She moved in against him, thrusting her hip out to rub against his bulge and turned her head up for a kiss. She could not remember ever being so ready for sex in her life. Mike ran his tongue around the inside of her lips and said, “Don’t worry baby, you’re going to see enough of this big boy after we get to sea.”

She joined Captain Steve on the flying bridge and watched Mike hustle around releasing lines and checking for problems as they backed out of their mooring. He rejoined them on the bridge and they toasted each other with champagne as Steve maneuvered the big cruiser out to sea.

Mike bent and kissed her softly and whispered, “Let’s go below Sharon,” his hand guiding her back off the bridge. Sharon’s body was burning in anticipation as çiğli escort he fondled her cheeks; she was ready.

There was little need for foreplay. They stripped quickly and their bodies clapped together as if attracted by magnets. Mike grasped her ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading them. “You have the most delectable ass I have ever seen,” he groaned. “It was the second item that I noticed on you.”

Sharon had taken his stiff cock in hand, pressing the shaft against the inside of her forearm as her fingers worked down the shaft to caress his balls. She moaned, “What was the first thing?”

He surprised her with, “Your eyes and lips.”

Oh God, how sweet she thought, almost crying. His hand went to her breast, caressing it and squeezing a nipple.

“And your tits,” he moaned seriously.

Sharon pushed the long shaft of his cock between her legs, sliding her already slippery slit along the top of it. She could feel it throb between her legs. Sharon whispered in his ear, “That’s going to be a challenge but I want that big thing in me. We can play later; I want you now.” She would not tolerate more delays.

He followed her onto the bed, moving on his knees between her spread legs as she settled her head on the pillow. He caressed her slit with two fingers before hooking them under her pretty reddish bush. Her chest was heaving and her tits jiggling as she reached down to guide his knob back along her slit.

Mike’s body was so taught it was singing like a violin. He had pictured this day for months. He enjoyed the feel of her hand on his shaft, the velvet wetness of her pussy lips on his knob and her hard nipples against his chest as he lowered his body down on her. Her hard clit teased his knob as she rubbed and pushed her body up at him. She was tight, and he allowed her to work his cock inside of her at her own speed.

Sharon was in another world as she gradually forced her pussy around his cock, feeling it pop into her as her lips closed behind the knob. Anxious as they both were, the full entry took some minutes, with Sharon pulling more of his shaft into her pussy, and then Mike fucking her with whatever length was in her. The procedure was repeated several times. She was afraid that she would get off before she had it all.

Suddenly, it seemed as if his cock had pushed aside a barrier in her tunnel, it was all in her and he was leaning down over her on extended arms. He began to stroke her, slowly at first but as she loosened his speed increased. Soon he was down on her, his arms under her back, his hands clutched to her shoulders, chinning himself in her body while she ground her tits hard against his wiry chest. She pulled her knees up and felt his balls slapping against her ass cheeks.

His strokes quickened and Sharon reacted by thrusting her hips up to meet him. It was magic, they were soon in perfect rhythm, his cock pressing from side to side and top to bottom as he stroked her. She was off before him, her heels digging into his back as he thrust madly away inside of her. Her orgasm set him off and he followed with the short hard strokes preceding the explosive jolts of hot cream. Sharon trembled in relief as he lay on her, receiving his cum as her pussy clutched and released convulsively around his cock.

“That was worth waiting for,” Sharon smiled as Mike continued stroking her slowly with a softening cock.

He pushed up on his extended arms and smiled down, “Now for a hot tub to freshen up before I get to pay attention to the rest of you.” He bent and sucked her nipples before pulling his cock out of her.

Sharon lay there and watched his beautiful tight ass cheeks move away. He filled two glasses with champagne. He saluted her with a smile and pointed to the hot tub, just outside the glass sliding doors. He settled down in the bubbling water and gave her his hand as she moved in beside him and accepted her glass. The warm water felt good on her pussy, a little bruised after the pleasant pounding it had just received.

They toasted each other, Mike saying softly, “A beautiful beginning to a long pleasant day.” They kissed and settled down, stretching their legs and submerging their bodies to their chins in the gurgling warm water.

Sharon could not remain silent, always seeming to need to fill a void. “This is beautiful, what a lovely way to spend a morning.” She kissed him and then, “Do you bring all of your assistants for a boat ride?” She said it with a smile, not really expecting an answer.

Mike grinned, “Do you really want to know? Or are you just making conversation? You are one bold lady, but I like that about you. You hide very little.”

Sharon felt a buzz in her body, she felt challenged and decided that she really did want to know. It excited her to think of being one of his hand picked concubines. She moved up over him and planted an open mouthed kiss as her hand slipped under the water and grasped his partly stiff cock. “Yes I want to know. çiğli escort bayan Don’t tell me their names, just how many women have you brought out here.”

“Ah God,” Mike groaned as she stroked his stiffening cock, “Just assistants? Or how many ladies?” He was teasing her, but was seeking to find a reason for her prodding.

“You bastard,” Sharon gritted out, “How many assistants like me.” She plunged her tongue into his mouth and squeezed his cock.

He responded, “Do you want to know how many I brought for a boat ride, or how many have I fucked on board?” He was in the moment with her, the trash talking about sex was turning them both on.

She moved her mouth down his body and he began to lift out of the water realizing that she wanted to go down on him. He sat on the edge of the tub with her body between his legs, she holding his cock like an ice cream cone. She glared up as if angry at him, flicking her tongue at the knob, “How many did you fuck, probably the same number as you brought out here.” As soon as the words were out, she clasped her lips around his great knob and stroked his shaft. She looked up at him and ran her bared teeth over the velvet of his knob.

His knees turned weak at her sudden move, but he continued their little game as if more inspiration was required. “You’re right baby, I have brought five out and fucked all five, and now you are the sixth, and the best.” He grabbed her head and held it still as he slipped a good part of his cock in and out of her mouth.

He bent down and lifted her up, “Pussy time Sharon, want to lick yours.”

She would not give up. “Did you tell them that you would fuck them like you told me?” She wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed her tits on him, totally turned on.

“No,” he offered, “You were the first one that I tried that on. The last lady quit and walked away when I touched her breast.” They kissed as he spread her with his knee before grasping and squeezing her entire pussy. “She had started coming to work braless and I assumed was teasing me, but I guess she wasn’t,” he grinned. “Let me dry you off.” She stood there, breasts heaving as he urgently toweled them both down.

He guided her to the bed and sat her down on the edge, before dropping to his knees between her legs. She braced herself back on her hands as he licked his way from her knees to her pussy. “Oh God,” she groaned, grabbing his head as his mouth engaged her juicy lips. He was all lips and tongue and fingers, kissing, licking poking and sucking all at once. She had never encountered this intensity of oral sex, “I’ll come, I’ll come,” she squealed, “don’t get me off this way.” But he continued until she fell back jamming her pussy at him, twisting her legs around his neck before losing consciousness as her body convulsed.

Then he was on her, forcing her back on the bed as his cock forged its way between her legs. He jabbed and thrust his cock through her still trembling pussy lips. She could taste her own pussy on his thick tongue. He was all in her in two strokes, humping her like a wild man, his body under the control of some basic human urge. He clamped her two hands in his and pinned them above her head as his other lifted her ass up for a better angle.

Suddenly she was back in the real world, her eyes blazing up at him as he lifted his upper body allowing him to see her eyes and bouncing tits. She grabbed his hips and pulled hard, dug her fingernails into his ass cheeks, encouraging him to pound her, suddenly needing to feel his blast of hot cum. His eyes closed tightly, he bared his teeth as she felt his cock swell even more before he jammed it in her and released his load. He collapsed on her, she raising her knees a bit as he ground away, cum still oozing out of his knob.

“Wow sailor,” she said with shaking voice, “Been at sea a long time?”

He rolled off of her and grinned back, “That one has been building since you first walked into my office. Let’s jump in the tub, dry off and go check the sights.”

She rolled to him, “Will I have to walk much? Not sure I can. This guy’s a brute.”

They dressed after their dip and climbed up to the flying deck where Steve was peering out over the water. Mike said, “Take a break Steve, Sharon and I will take over for a while.

Sharon moved up beside Mike as he sat at the wheel. He was not touching it just staring ahead. “Why don’t you steer?” she asked.

He said, “Oh the course has been set and is being controlled by the GPS, we just have to watch for logs or other things in the water. If you see something, just flick this toggle switch right or left, it will come back on course after a bit.”

She moved up against him. It was if she was living a dream, unreal but perfect in every way. They were cruising a long narrow inlet with no signs of human habitation; she standing and rubbing on this beautiful man, her body was humming. It was not even noon hour and she had been laid twice. It escort çiğli was honeymoon stuff.

He circled her waist with an arm, pulled her tight to his hip and bent to kiss her. Their lips hovered, tongue tips engaging softly, but being careful so as to not lose themselves in sex here on the bridge. It was idyllic and Sharon felt her loins go slack, the thought of him between her legs filling her mind. He slipped his hand down inside the back of her bikini bottom and fingered the crease between her cheeks.

He pulled back a bit, smiled at her and whispered, “We better keep our eyes ahead. Do you want me to call Steve back up? I want you naked again, I can’t seem to get enough of you.”

She rubbed his fully erect cock as she melted her body against him, “Call Steve.”

It was a week later and Sharon and Dot were in bed, naked. They were sitting up with their backs against the headboard and a sheet covering legs and hips, leaving their breasts exposed. They were nicely intoxicated, both from gin and sex talk.

They made a striking pair. The small reddish blond and the black haired olive skinned woman, holding hands while sipping martinis. Dot rolled towards Sharon until one of her tits brushed Sharon’s arm as she kissed Sharon’s neck.

They had slept together in college when they had been roommates and had enjoyed the warm soft feel of each other’s bodies, had kissed a bit, but had never engaged in full sex. Now, twenty or more years later, they knew more about life and were quite relaxed in a return to that period of their lives. Sharon had recounted the events of the day on the boat with her boss, leaving no detail unspoken.

“I’m hot baby, tell me what happened next,” Dot whispered while cupping a freckled milk white tit in her hand. They kissed a woman’s kiss, slow and gentle but intense. Dot pushed the blanket down to expose their bare legs, stretched out below them. Dot’s thick black bush covered her rounded mound in vivid contrast to Sharon’s trimmed reddish orange V.

Sharon continued, “He was insatiable. I was with him about 8 hours that day and he was erect for at least seven of them. I was worn out. But his fingers were magic and his cock irresistible, just looking at it made me hot, and he kept it out all the time we were alone. We returned to the bedroom as Steve turned the boat for our return voyage, probably a two-hour run down the coast. The sun was bright and warm and he suggested we stretch out naked on the back deck sheltered from the wind.”

Dot’s fingers edged down Sharon’s belly to the V of her legs, sorted through her pussy hairs, and then slowly ventured between her legs. Sharon’s hand went down to cover Dot’s. “Oh God Dot, if you want to hear the end of my tale, you better remove those fingers.” They kissed again, a much more intense though still tender exploration of tongues and lips.

Dot pulled her fingers back out after hooking two of them inside Sharon’s pussy, “Go on babe, we have all night together.” She circled Sharon’s nipples with her damp fingertips, and then licked each pink nipple.

Sharon continued, “We lay down on a mattress in the sun on the back deck, side by side, warming ourselves. It was so peaceful with the only sounds being the hum of the motor and the seas surging around the hull. He had a big bone on again, pointing straight up at the heavens. I was a little sore and quite frankly not looking forward to another session. But his body told me that was what was coming my way. I decided that maybe a hand job might serve us both well. I rolled towards him and began stroking his cock, while kissing his chest and sucking his nipples. He groaned, ‘beautiful baby, don’t stop’.”

Dot rolled partly on top of Sharon, pushing her knee between her legs and then lifting it up to rub against Sharon’s pussy. “Ah damn,” she cried, “I want some of that, you lucky bitch.” Sharon ground her pussy against Dot’s upper thigh, their tits now tangled together as she continued in a strangled voice, “I told him that I wanted to jerk him off and watch him cum. He said, ‘go for it’.”

The women rubbed wildly together for a minute, and then giggled and lay back from each other. Dot said, “I want to see where this goes with us sweetie, but also want to hear the ending. How about we just play with each other’s pussy while you provide the final details of your hand job.”

Sharon laughed and agreed, “Let’s continue but take it slower, my plan did take a turn of sorts.” They separated a bit on their sides, their legs parted and then they reached for the other’s pussy. Sharon enjoyed the gentle exploration of Dot’s fingers, to the same degree that she loved a man’s larger and more aggressive probing approach. It was more soothing and yet equally erotic.

“I didn’t know if I could get him off with my hand only, but was prepared to go down on him if it was called for. What I did not foresee was what would happen to my own body. I became more and more excited as I felt his passion build, he arching his back up, his hand clasped around mine as if fucking my fist, along with his groans and demands for more and more. My pussy began to ache, demanding to feel that monster in me again. He was very close to coming when I suddenly mounted him, knees each side of his body and lowered my pussy down.”

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It’s my 18th birthday and I’m stuck home today. I have a temperature so I can’t go to school until I’m well.

I don’t take much time off from school. I’m studiously preparing for college so I don’t have the time or energy to fuck off like my peers do. I never realized what tripe was on television during the day but now I’m forced to watch television, until my books and assignments can be brought home to me. I am bored.

I can’t stand another moment of “Jerry, Jerry, Jerry” so I look out the window of my living room. There’s a truck parked outside. It doesn’t belong to anyone I know.

A nice looking man, probably around his mid 30s, exits the truck and walks past the sale sign on the home next door to me. The neighbors are selling their home and I did see a saleslady go in earlier today. Gosh, now I feel like the neighborhood watchdog. What is becoming of me? One day of illness and I am stuck monitoring the block.

I watch as the man straightens himself before ringing the bell next door. I can’t help but notice that even though he’s older than myself, he is handsome and has a gorgeous ass…the kind that fits into your palm when you squeeze his cheeks as you’re pulling a guy into you…oh sorry, I got off track.

My curtains are open so it’s not like I’m hiding. I’ve got on shorts and I’m lounging, showing off my legs to the neighbors who might be home and staring over at my house. Of course, no one is around but this stranger.

I go outside, onto my front porch and yell over to him.

“Hi! Are you going to check out that house?”

He looks over and smiles. Could I be anymore dopey? Why else would he be there?

“Yes. It seems like a nice neighborhood.” He apparently has rung the doorbell yet because he steps off their porch and approaches mine.

“Did you know the people next door? Ever been inside?”

I lean against the pillar which is cold against my bare arms. I didn’t think about what I had on before I went outside. It’s brisk outside, somewhere in the 50s, but my house was so warm that I was only wearing jean shorts and a cotton camisole. I didn’t put on a bra because I didn’t expect to see anyone today.

As I go to answer him, I notice his eyes looking lower than my face. The cold air has sent a charge through my nipples. It’s officially nippy outside! I cross my arms and try to hide my perky, rose colored nipples from his leering, old man eyes (well, he is older than I am).

“Yes, I knew them. They were nice people and I think they took good care of the house. I only went inside when I took piano lessons but it looked nice to me.”

“Ah, that’s good. Thanks for the insight” and then he paused awkwardly, “into the house.”

I nodded and smiled as a good neighbor might.

“You’re welcome. I hope you like it. Do you have kids? I can tell you about the local schools.”

He laughs. “No, I’m divorced, no kids.”

Now I feel awkward. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

He stops me before I can finish. “That’s okay. Hey, I need to meet the realtor. Maybe I’ll catch you after?”

“Sure. Bye.”

“Bye” And with that, he turns and walks back to the house next door.

I go back inside and rub my bare arms, warming the goosebumps off, and brushing my erect nipples as I rub my arms. I think to myself, “Geez, no wonder the guy was staring.” The camisole is old, somewhat threadbare. My areola are hardly discrete. The nipple erection is just icing on the cake to a guy.

I try to force the thought out of my head and plop onto the sofa, legs up, lying almost flat. It’s kind of funny to think that something as simple as erect nipples can render a man speechless and make him stare like a complete idiot. What’s so special about nipples? I lift my cami up over the top of my breasts and I gently rub the puckered skin of my nipples. They’re straining at my touch. It feels quite nice. It’s way more entertaining than the television. Maybe that’s why men like tits? Because they’re more fun than TV…

I reach for the remote to the TV with one hand and fondle my tits with the other. My dad likes to jerk off to porn at night (don’t ask how I know) so I switch to Spanktervision. I keep rubbing, massaging my nipples and pinching them into tufts of rose tinted bliss. I arch my back and start to fantasize about the stranger next door. Reaching down, I undo my shorts and let one hand roam down under my panties, while the other hand plays with my nipples. The sounds of the people fucking in some stupid porno fuels me.

I can’t get the access I need so I stop my masturbation long enough to stand and push the shorts and panties off, and lift my cami up over my head. My nubile, young, newly 18 year old body is naked in my living room. I don’t worry about the open curtains because I know that no one is around to see me.

Taking the same position on the couch, I let a leg dangle over the edge so I can spread myself wider. I part my bare lips (I shave my pubic area because of the required uniform for swimming. It wouldn’t be good to have kemalpaşa escort fur poking out under your maillot.), and reach two fingers down into my already wet hole. I drag the wetness up over my clit and I begin to massage it, left to right, breathing deeply…my throat drying as I moan softly, accompanied by the shrill screams of fake orgasms and panting actors on the TV screen.

I conjure up the fantasy of the mystery stranger with me on the couch. We are both naked and he is on top of me, between my thighs. His body is manly compared to the boys I see at school. I can feel his mouth kissing my pert nipples. His goatee encircles my nipple and he sucks it, drawing it into his warm mouth. His eyes, which are blue, look up my body as he makes his way down my flat stomach, down to my bald mons. He’s kissing his way down me.

By now, I’m rubbing furiously at my clit. My moans are not hushed. My body is writhing under the power of two fingers and my brain. Before I get the chance to imagine his mouth on my sex, the doorbell rings! Shit!

Quickly I throw on my shorts and cami. I wipe the dew from above my lip and inhale the scent of my sex. Just as I open the door, I see my panties, sitting on the living room table like a neon sign announcing my lack of panties! I’m not going to let anyone in so I just ignore the mound of silk on the coffee table and I mute the television.

Oh God! It’s HIM!

I can feel my face flush as I open the door. At this point, I’m not aware that my hair has that “I just had sex” look. All I know is that I am almost naked and the object of my fantasy is back at my door.

“Done already?” I ask.

“Yes. My cell phone isn’t working and I’d like to call my bank, about the house. Would it be okay if I used your phone?”

The cordless phone isn’t within reach yet my panties are brazenly sitting on the coffee table and there’s an orgy happening on the TV set. He’s waiting for an answer.

“Sure, that would be fine.” Oh no, what am I doing? I let the guy into the house with my parents gone, me without proper clothes, panties on a table, naked people on TV, and a very wet pussy.

Hoping he doesn’t look into the living room, I lead him into the kitchen. While he makes his call, which I eavesdrop on, I offer him lemonade. I drink my lemonade as I watch him. His lips are pink and very kissable. His goatee is flecked with blond and red hair. I can see a hint of chest hair peeking up under the top button of his shirt.

I sit down across from him when he hangs up.

“Thanks for the use of the phone, and the lemonade. My name’s Steve. And you’d be?”

I laugh, nervously. “I guess I should know who you are since I let you in, huh? I’m Susie. I mean Sue. My parents call me Susie.” SHUT UP, I think to myself. You’re showing how nervous you are!

“Your parents? You mean you aren’t the lady of the house?”

“NO!” I’m almost repulsed at that thought. Yikes! The look on his face changes.

“So, how old are you, Susie? And why aren’t you in school today?”

I explain to him that I am now of legal voting age, as of today, and that I’m home because I am sick. I even give him my best puppy dog face and pout.

“Well, it must suck to be home, sick, on your birthday. That’s no way to spend such a momentous occasion!”

“I agree but it’s not like anyone wants to be around me. I am contagious.” With that, I leer at him playfully as though I have some horrible disease and we both laugh.

“Well, I guess I should be going before you infect me.” And my new friend, Steve, rises to leave. He puts the phone back on the cradle, the empty lemonade glass in the sink, and starts for the door.

I open the door for him and as he turns around to face me, I am now acutely aware that he’s staring over my shoulder at the panties on the table or the porno on the TV, either way, I am now turning red.

With a look of concern on his face, he reaches his hand out and touches my flushed face.

“Yeah, you do feel warm.” He holds my face with both hands. His hands are cooling to me, and are incredibly soft!

“Do your parents know what you watch when they’re not home? That’s not exactly the Discovery Channel.” He laughs, and so do I.

I stammer. “I…I…I didn’t expect to have company today.”

As I look up into his eyes, I remind him, “Aren’t you afraid of becoming sick?”

His thumbs brush my cheeks. “Ah, yes, you’re right. I am probably twice your age and I really shouldn’t be here.”

He turns back to the storm door and I grab his hand before it reaches the handle.

“Wait. It’s my birthday. Would you like to give me a gift? It would be the first.” Little does he know that if he gives me what I am wishing for, he really will be the first. I don’t even let him answer. This is not like me at all. Little Miss Honor Student. I’m about to flush all that for a carefree, wild whim and my only regret is that I’m so feverish I am afraid I won’t enjoy it completely.

We close the door escort kemalpaşa and lock it. I lead him over to my couch. I feel the need to intellectualize this so I sit on the coffee table across from him, my knees inside his, and begin to explain that I might be 18 but I am not yet a woman, and if he would give me a gift, I would like to become a woman with him. The words fly from my mouth and before I can feel stupid, he unmutes the TV, places his palms on my bare knees and leans in to kiss me.

It’s obvious from his kiss that he is not worried about becoming ill. His goatee tickles and scratches as he plies my mouth with his tongue. His tongue curls and implores me to do the same. He senses my nervousness, my hesitance, and he is gentle with me.

His hands slowly slide up my cami, staying outside the top, up to my breasts. Gently he cups over my breasts and begins kneading them through the thin fabric. It’s not long before I am responding to his touch the way I responded to the cold air outside. His mouth moves down the side of my neck. His lips are moist and cooling to my warm flesh. I roll my head to the side and offer him my throat. He takes the bait and sucks at my neck. I should be worrying about a mark but it’s too late to be prim and proper now.

While his lips make their way down to the base of my neck, his hands are suddenly under my top. He’s pulled it up and his velvety smooth hands are caressing my bare flesh. He pulls away and lifts the cami over my head, laying on top of the panties beside me. He stares at my toned body but it’s not rudely. He’s admiring me. I don’t know about the boys at school but if this is what sex is like with a man, I never want to be with a boy.

He asks me to stand and I obey. He runs his hands up and down my thighs and calves as he kisses my stomach. It’s weird to feel someone’s nose there, let alone the hair on a man’s face. He whispers to me, “when will you parents be home?” and I can barely mouth the words. “Not until late. It’s end of month…invoicing…8 maybe 9 o’clock.” The only true audible sounds are coming from the television and they’re similar to mine. There’s panting, moaning, and the sounds of kissing.

“Your body is warm. Lets see how warm.” He continues to kiss my abdomen as he opens my jean shorts and peels them off my hips. He slides them down to the floor and has me step out. He looks up at me and compliments my grooming.

“You are beautiful Susie. You’re more beautiful than any woman I have ever seen naked. Are you sure you want to let a man like me, a stranger, do this? It’s hard to control myself. I haven’t been with a woman in so long that…” and now it’s my turn to stop his intellectualizing.

“Steve, just eat me.”

With that, he slid off the couch onto the floor, on his knees. His thumbs part my lips and he wastes no time sliding his tongue into my folds. He snakes his tongue up and down, back and forth and I squat a little, giving him easier access. I brace myself on his shoulders as he worships me with his tongue. He flicks his tongue back and forth, stopping only to suck my clit. God…..this is way better than masturbation!

My hands are on his head, grabbing at his golden hair. I am pulling his hair, pulling him into my pussy and he doesn’t seem to mind. In fact, he moans as he eats me. Occasionally, he whispers how good I taste or how I wet I am but then he continues to lick me like a man with a mission. My pelvis is thrusting against his face. My moans are now rivaling those on the TV. I can feel my clit swelling and that familiar pressure I know from when I touch myself. I moan to Steve that I am going to cum and he savagely attacks my clit. My hips move, involuntarily, as I feel 2 fingers slide up into my tight, virginal pussy and I begin to spasm. I am pulsing around his fingers, feeling wetness even on my inner thighs. My eyes are closing and I’m gritting my teeth as I moan a barrage of nonsensical gibberish. He wiggles his fingers inside me and encourages my orgasm. “Yes Susie, that’s it baby. That’s my girl. You’re hot inside and out. Cum on my fingers baby.” My orgasm is already winding down but his fingers and his words are making me swoon.

I look down at him, dreamy-eyed, and he withdraws his fingers from my pussy. He rubs the moisture over my nipples for some reason. He stands and begins to undress. I want to help but all I seem to do is prove that I am inexperienced. So I just sit down on the couch and watch him. He removes his clothes and folds them, stacking them nicely on the end table. All but his boxers are off.

I reach for the waistband of his boxers and slowly lower them. In my peripheral vision, I can see a woman sucking a huge cock on the TV. As Steve’s head pushes past the boxers, the TV cock pushes into the woman’s mouth. She seems to have no problem taking it so I decide to follow her technique. Steve is patient as I remove his boxers and stare straight into his hard cock. It’s the first I’ve seen THIS close. I open my mouth, look up at him, take kemalpaşa escort bayan a deep breath, and then take him into my mouth.

His cock is more filling than I imagined. It looks much easier in porn. I start off awkwardly, sucking back and forth, not knowing about using my tongue, hands, moving my head but I between the woman on the TV and Steve’s directions, I am becoming more relaxed and more eager to please him as he pleased me.

“Sus, curl your tongue under me….yes, that’s it.”

I roll my tongue and flick it against his warm, fleshy cock. I angle my head so his cock hits my tongue, the roof of my mouth, my cheeks. His fingertips reach down and stroke my hair. He takes my head and pushes it back till just his head is in my mouth and he commands me to lick the head. I lick circles while his head is in my mouth, and then as he pulls away, out of my mouth, my tongue never losing touch with his head.

He pulls completely out and I feel a sense of relief. My cheeks and jaw are sore but I’m sure experience would fix that. I am relieved because if he came in my mouth, I wasn’t sure if I could take it all or if I’d like the taste.

“Lay back Sus.”

I do as he says and he joins me on the couch. His knees are between mine as he places his weight on me. Sensing that I can’t breathe, he raises up on his hands and begins to kiss me again. I can feel warmth spreading inside my body but I don’t know if it’s a sex flush or a fever.

His cock is brushing the entrance to my virginal pussy but he doesn’t penetrate me…yet. He braces himself and puts only part of his weight on me as he lowers his chest to mine, his mouth to mine. His mouth opens and our tongues mingle, twist, and dance. My legs instinctively spread even wider, and my hips raise up against him. Feeling my willingness and wetness, he eases into me, ever so slowly, so gently. There’s a burning feeling as he pushes past my maidenhood.

I watch his face as penetrates me. His eyes are closed and his teeth are gritting together. It looks as though he’s in pain so I ask if that’s the case.

“Steve, are you ok? Does it hurt? Am I doing something wrong?”

“No baby, not at all. You’re wonderful….sooooooooo tight. I love your pussy” and then he kisses me again. The kisses distract me from the pain and soon, my own lubrication is easing the friction. I begin to relax. I move my hips to his again, this time, he’s inside me, fucking my tight cunt.

I look over his shoulder as he pumps into me. There are now two women on the screen, 69ing. Though I’ve never been with a woman, watching this as he moves in me, I find myself overwhelmingly aroused!

He takes his time, thrusting slowly, kissing me, cupping my breast and pushing to his face. He sucks hard, making my nipple so erect that it is slightly painful.

“I can taste your pussy on your nipple,” he says. Now I know and understand why he rubbed my juices on my nipples earlier. Wow…that’s so cool!

He kneads my breast with one hand while he grips the couch arm behind my head. Suddenly, he pulls out. He takes my hand and pulls me up.

“Sus, get on your knees, face the back of the couch.”

I obey his instructions, not knowing why I have to face away but I soon find out.

He kisses down my spine, over my round bottom, going to his knees. I’m arching my body, ass rudely being shoved in his face. Instead of being repulsed by my natural reaction, he spreads my ass cheeks and begins to lick in my ass. The only sounds I can hear are the moans I make, accompanied by the moans of the lesbians on the TV.

A chorus of female moans turns to gasping and screaming as the women in the movie give each other orgasms. Hearing their screams must excite Steve because he’s lapping me from pussy to ass and back again. He eats all of me and seems hungry for more. His tongue twists and turns in the entrance of my ass. He’s lubing me with saliva and I’m loving it!

“Sus, are you ready for my cock again?”

Fearing he wants to inaugurate my ass too, I answer him cautiously.

“Yes but not my ass, not yet. Okay?” He laughs.

“I just meant doggy baby, that’s all.”

With that, he stands. He spreads my fiery, swollen lips. He pushes in me again but this time, it’s less painful. His hands grip my ass, pulling me back and forth on his cock. My tits are slapping against the back of my couch as he pounds into me. It feels so wonderful. He fills my tunnel with his cock as though he were made just for me. He leans his hairy chest into my back, reaches around me, and hugs me. His kisses cover my shoulders as his hands tug at my breasts. His thrusts are more shallow in this position but his mouth on my neck and shoulders more than make up for the depth of his cock.

His hand slides down and he begins to masturbate me. My clit is so swollen that I know I’ll burst soon. His fingers are relentless. I’m grinding my ass against him while riding his fingers.

My vaginal walls begin to contract and I moan out that I cumming. It’s my first orgasm with a man and it’s unbelievable; so much so that I don’t know how or why I waited until now to get laid. Torrents ripple through me. From my entrance to the depth of my womb, I can feel my body convulsing, from the inside out! A rush of fluid escapes me, onto his cock and balls, coating him in my cum.

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Yet another birthday is rolling around, this one making me forty-four. I can’t help but realize that time is going by so fast. It seems like only yesterday I was pushing my son in his carriage. Now he is twenty, and not needing me as much so I find myself with a lot of time on my hands, and a lot of thinking about my sexual needs. I have always been somewhat submissive, but as I got older, I came to enjoy being degraded also. I don’t know why, or what made me indulge in this type of sexual play, but the more turned on I got, the more I wanted to be treated like nothing more than a piece of meat. It’s difficult for me to understand why I enjoy this, since my everyday life I am the one in charge, and I demand respect. I didn’t spend as much time trying to figure it out, as I did acting it out.

The greatest lover I have ever had, treated me like a total whore, and I loved it. He would come to my place, and as soon as he walked in the door he was groping me, and rubbing my cunt through my shorts. As soon as I locked the door, he pushed me into the living room and began using me, and me devouring every moment. He grabbed me by my hair and told me I was a whore and he was going to use me any way he wanted. He pulled my clothes off, and began his assault on my 40D tits. Smacking, and squeezing my big mounds, and pinching and pulling on my hard nipples. When he was satisfied at the amount of red marks across my tits, he roughly bent me over his knee, and the spanking began. His hand came down on my ass so hard I wanted to cry, but I thanked him for every spank until he was again, satisfied. Then he ordered me to get to my knees and suck his cock, of course I obliged. I sucked his cock like a dirty cock hungry whore, while he called me filthy names. The more degrading the words got, the faster and harder I sucked. Every name he called me made my cunt throb, and I was dripping wet. Just when I thought he would drop his load down my throat, he grabbed me by my hair and threw me on the bed. Before I knew it I was handcuffed to the bed preventing me from fighting him at all, not that I wanted to anyway. He grabbed a vibrator from his bag of toys, and began using my cunt with it. He was fucking me and calling me names, and I was like a dirty bitch in heat, and when he ordered me to degrade myself, I did willingly. I told him I was a filthy fucking whore for him to use, and he smacked my tit as a reward urla escort bayan for degrading myself.

After three of the most mind blowing orgasms I have ever had, he un-cuffed me and forced me to suck his cock some more. I really enjoy sucking cock, so I happily took his cock in my mouth, as he told me what a dirty piggy I was. As soon as I heard him call me piggy, I almost came right there. I didn’t realize such a nasty word would turn me on so much. I wanted to hear more of it so when he said it I took my mouth off his cock and screamed out, “Yeah!”. He now knew I enjoyed it, and he began calling me a fat pig slut, which made me cum. I couldn’t help it, and when he realized I came like that, he got so turned on, he bent me over and rammed his hard cock deep in my ass. I was so turned on by this time, that I was begging for him to drop his hot load deep inside my piggy ass.

After using me as his personal cum dump, he got up, got dressed, and left telling me he would call me when he needed to use a fat pig like me. Hearing pig again sent a tingle into my well used cunt, and the minute he left, I was rubbing my cunt to yet another orgasm. It was at that moment I realized I was a pig whore, and the thought was making me wet all over again. Unfortunately he moved away shortly after making me his pig, and I find myself still yearning for that, and more. Now I want to be a pig whore for two men, and I am sure when I finally get to do that, then I will want even more. More cocks using my holes, and treating me like a pig. I have been searching for that for a long time now, and it seems that I have only come across men that refuse to share. Finding someone to treat me like a pig was easy, but the minute I mention another man, they disappear. Why is this so hard to find? I have so many fantasies too, and I’m sure whoever would agree to this, would be very satisfied with this pig whore.

So many different scenarios turn me on, but I will explain one of them so you can get an idea of what I am looking for. It starts out with me shopping a the local market. I couldn’t reach something on a high shelf, so I stopped a man in the store to help me. He seemed to be about forty five years old, somewhat overweight, bald, and average looking, and also a bit perverted I found out. When he handed me the item I couldn’t reach he pushed it into my chest and squeezed escort urla my tit. I was a little shocked, but also turned on since he was obviously only looking at me as a piece of meat. Noticing I didn’t say anything, or react, when I bent over to put the item in my shopping cart he put his hand on my ass and began rubbing and squeezing. I couldn’t believe how much this man was turning me on. I lingered over the cart for longer than I probably should have, and when I stood up he smiled and just stared at me. I thanked him for his help, and walked down the aisle to continue my shopping, my heart beating a mile a minute, and my cunt dripping wet. All I could now think about was that perverted man using me like a pig whore all for himself. I finished up my shopping and headed home, but when I stepped outside the store the pervert was standing there as if waiting for someone. I was a little embarrassed now for letting him grope me like that in the store.
I just put my head down and was about to walk past him when another man walked up to him and shook his hand. They obviously knew each other, and this man looked somewhat like the first guy, but he had a moustache and was much older, maybe sixty five or so. When I past them I heard the pervert call the other man Dad. Now wondering if his father knew what a pervert his son was, as I continued my three block walk home. The supermarket would be delivering my groceries within the hour so I would go home and make a cup of tea and try to figure out what happened in that supermarket this afternoon. Just about to sit down and enjoy my tea, the doorbell rang. “Great timing”, I thought, and got up to what I assumed were my groceries. I was correct, there stood the man delivering my groceries, but as he was putting the boxes in my kitchen, the pervert was standing in my hallway. I was stunned, shocked, and very scared now. I could have told the delivery guy something was wrong, but I didn’t. I could have screamed at the pervert, but I didn’t. I could have run back into my apartment and locked the door, but I didn’t. I gave the delivery guy his tip, and watched him leave as the pervert continued his staring at me, as if he knew my pussy was dripping wet, and what I needed.

“Aren’t you going to invite me in?”, he asked me.

“The nerve of this pervert asking to come into my apartment! He doesn’t even know me!”, I thought urla escort to myself. “Yes of course, please come in,” I replied instead.

As he followed behind me he said, “C’mon Dad” , and it was then I realized what was going to happen, and I didn’t do anything to stop it.

I locked the door behind them, and brought them into the living room, which is also my bedroom since my son has the actual bedroom. Luckily he had classes that day until late, so there was no chance of him coming home. I wanted to be a pig whore for this father and son, and hopefully that’s also what they wanted. They each took a seat on the sofa, and motioned for me to join them. I took my place between them, and the minute I sat down their hands were all over me. They roughly spread my legs, and began playing with my cunt commenting to each other how on how wet I was. They were calling me names, and the nastier the names got the wetter my cunt got.

“What are you?”, the perverts father asked.

“I’m a filthy pig whore!”, I screamed out.

From that moment on they called me piggy every chance they got, and made me oink like a pig from time to time. They continued to take turns fingering my wet cunt, and abusing my tits, until they forced me to my knees to suck their cocks. I was so wild by now, I greedily took turns sucking their hard cocks, each was about seven inches and fit perfectly in my mouth.

“That’s it piggy, suck those cocks!”, the pervert ordered.

Not only did I suck their cocks, I sucked and licked on their balls, almost pushing them right over the edge. The pervert’s father grabbed me by my hair and threw me on the bed, and ordered me to get on all fours like the pig I was. I did as I was told and he tied my hands to the headboard, with my ass sticking way up in the air, and my 40D tits hanging down to the bed. They took turn fucking my cunt from behind, each one spanking my fat ass, making it red and sore. The I felt Daddy slide in under me and slide his cock into my cunt, and made me ride him for a few minutes. I then felt the pervert come up behind me, and put his cock at my anal opening. I said no, and tried to move my ass away.

This made him angry, and he grunted “You are a pig, and you take cock in all your holes piggy!”.

With that he rammed his hard cock deep in my ass, while his Dad’s cock slid in and out of my cunt. They pounded into me, making me their dirty fuck pig, and I was enjoying every minute of it.

Of course this is just one of my ever so many fantasies. I just wish I could find some men into using a fat pig whore like myself. I long for the day to be a piggy for some nasty, filthy minded man.

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“Fifteen minutes, fifteen minutes…”

Panicked and running over in a flurry, I sped up the stairs and ran towards the entrance of my milonga, the tango dance hall. I plonked my bags by the bench and proceeded in a frenzy to buckle the straps of my tango heels. The night wind blew at my bare shins, chilling me as if it was suggesting I should move a little faster. I stood straight up, with two taps on each heel to make sure I’m stable and good to go. I walked through the door, blushing embarrassedly.

“You’re late, honey.”

Aaaaaahhhhh… I was screaming for help inside my head. Perhaps no one would be here to save me, asides from myself. “Um, um!!” I looked around the room, hoping to see another familiar student face to use as a scapegoat or an excuse. Anyone I could throw under the bus would help me out…

But, alas… the room was pretty much empty. The teacher sat with his legs crossed on top of each other, on the sofa with a glass of brandy in his right hand, and his cheek rested on his left fist, while his left arm was supported by the arm of the sofa. He was leaned over comfortably, then he cocked his head straight and looked to me. In a swift motion, he placed his glass on the table and got up. His footsteps towards me were loud in a silent room.

Panic, panic, panic, panic. I turned frantically to check my phone if there was anything I might have gotten wrong. No messages… The time was 10:15, so I was pretty sure… just pretty sure… that I was only fifteen minutes off my schedule.

I felt a palm placed on my shoulder and my entire body flinched in a shock. Eeeeeeeeeeeekkk… I turned back to face the teacher quickly, and mustered what was left of my breath to stutter.

“H-h-hi, Jefe, um… I… I got here as soon as I could. I checked my timetable and all… it was, it should have been…” I reached a familiar sliver of a semblance, as my mind raced through the possibilities of why the class was empty. “Not 10 o’clock, but it should have been 9.10, I think now? I heard them saying 9.10, but my thoughts were drowning and I got the practice time wrong, didn’t I…? I remembered the time as just 10.”

The teacher bent his head slightly downwards and chuckled with a hand wrapped around his mouth. I must have looked like some lost lamb, panicked and flailing in some attempt to restore my sanity and balance to no avail.

“You thought you were only fifteen minutes late?” He asked gently.

“Ah… hahahaha…” I laughed nervously, as it was all I could muster, knowing I was well over an hour past practice, and the other students would have long left for their regular supper haunt.

“B-b-but, illegal bahis why are you still here?”

“I thought you might still be on your way, so I waited for you.”

Kyaaaaaaaaaaaa… The colour beet red flushed through my cheeks. What could I possibly say to such a response?

Before I could process my next thought, I heard a slow piece of music start to play. He was quick to turn on the sound system, as he walked up straight towards me. His hand gestured at me, welcoming me to take it.

“Extra class, my dear?”

My heart skipped a beat. I shyly touched his fingers, and he inched his hand forward to firmly grasp mine.

A private class with the head of the tango school… I could barely stomach how lucky I felt, as nervous butterflies filled my belly. My cheeks must be like tomatoes already. My smile was probably too wide, and I tried to control it actively whenever I felt tension build up in my cheeks. The last thing I’d want for was to look like a fool in front of my teacher.

His left hand held my right, and his right hand firmly supported my back. He guided me back to the right posture, and re-positioned my left arm warmly around his right.

“Just one dance, okay? Relax.”

His footwork was quick and he danced assertively. He stepped towards me, to the side, away from me, and cued my body to make a turn. In this scene, he was the leader, and I was the follower. I had followed his every movement with as little hesitation as possible. Although I had an inkling about what I could dance, my skill still remained far off from a legitimately good dancer.

“You’re getting better. Stop overthinking.”

In one swift motion, with his hand supporting my back with more strength, he leaned in his torso to a sixty-degree angle and I dropped my upper body as low as I could. With my back bent backward, and his face closely breathing against mine, I breathed deeply, thinking that we never did this movement before in class.

“And you learn fast.”

I recovered, both physically and from the shock. He spun my torso around so that I faced the direction of the mirror. His arm, that previously supported my back, stayed in place, so it now grazed the bottom of my breasts in his relaxed embrace.

“Step towards the mirror.” I nodded, somewhat turned on by his gentle but firm touch. As we stepped together, I felt my breasts bounce lightly against the tip of his arm. The touch was inevitable, because his grasp around my torso was placed so close against them. I felt excited but bursted with embarrassment, unsure of his intentions and how much I should respond. We stopped near the mirror, just close enough illegal bahis siteleri for the breath from my mouth to form a small cloud of condensation on its cool, reflective surface.

He walked two steps closer towards me and held me tighter in both his arms. Then, one of his hands let go and cradled the bottom of my head softly. Moving his nose through my hair, he eased in towards the gap at my neck, and rested his chin on my shoulder. I welcomed him in, by hooking my leg around his upper thigh, and arcing my heel which was now placed on his butt teasingly.

The song was about to change. He pulled his body away and led me back through the original steps we were practicing. He danced me further down the hall. With a subtle cue in the steps, he let me brush my heel upwards against his leg, my knee approaching his upper thigh.

“Stop, I know you’re flexible enough to move higher. Go higher.”

We redid the motion. Step, side-step, weight change, and I added the accent of my heel brushing against his shin, and moving upwards, with my thigh going high enough to rub up against his crotch.

He smiled. I didn’t know if I had just made a mistake or not.

“Lean further forward against my body.” I obeyed his instruction, and under his guidance, I was close up against his chest while we moved in synchrony and stepped to the music.

Another cue to move. I swept my foot away from his in a half-circle on the floor, then I swept it back towards him. I added the same accent as I did earlier, except that *this* time, I cheekily dragged my thigh for a longer time against his crotch, slowly milking the moment out as the tempo of the song slowed down towards its ending. Then, as the next song started, he continued dancing me quickly in forward motions, pushing my body to follow his. I moved my body quick to the uptempo beat. And then, he cut through by interrupting my step, and reversed the direction of the dance. He seemed pleased at my previous accent, leaning me in close to his body.

He suddenly paused at one step, and I reacted quickly to counteract my body’s motion. He let me sit some of my body weight on his upper thigh, as I spun inwards and outwards around his thigh, grazing a bit of his crotch in every motion. He spun me back with his hands to face him, placing one of his hands upon my upper back, and gesturing me to arc my chest forward.

“Now, the importance of our dance lies in our posture. Notice, that when you, as the follower, take a step backward…” I followed his words as he moved in dangerously close to me. I leaned my entire body weight on my back leg. His eyes looked into mine.

“… now you canlı bahis siteleri have a lot of possibilities to extend your leg, while maintaining your posture.” I tried to adjust my leg, as he supported my weight. Next, he let me try the motion again, this time my leg extended further back, and he guided my chest close to his, with the front of my breasts sliding up against his torso.

“Do you feel stable in this position?” Before I managed an answer, I felt my bra unhooked by his one hand, which was still supporting my weight. “Y-y-yeah…”

He lifted me back up to face him in close proximity. I felt his warm embrace. He moved his knee to a forward lunge, and I hooked my leg under his, in a flirty manner. In this motion, his knee went in between my legs, just a slight distance away from my panties. He slowly inched closer in, so I could rest a bit of the weight of my crotch down on his. I hadn’t gotten too noticeably wet from all our flirting on the dance floor. At least I thought I hadn’t. However, he twitched his knee up towards my sensitive spot, and smirked at me. His face was so close that I could feel his breath against mine.

“Um… um…” I was shaking in position, and about to lose my balance at any time.

“Just leave it to me.” In a decisive motion, he displaced my weight by moving my leg out of the way gently with his leg. I had stopped shaking from the imbalanced weight, but I still trembled with excitement from the intensity of the session. He supported my back and moved me back to my original straight posture. With a light gesture, we exited by taking a side-step together.

“T-thank you for the dance, Jefe.” I managed to articulate my feelings without feeling too silly. He stroked his hand on top of my head. I enjoyed the kitty cat strokes, and nuzzled back at his hand slightly.

He held my hand against his chest, and this time, his gaze was coy. I felt his excitement probably matched mine. Then he moved my hand downwards, and rested it on top of his massive boner. The structure jutted out, pressed up against his trousers. My fingers felt around its tip, to the shaft which I couldn’t make a shape out of since all the fabric was in the way. All this while, he continued stroking my head gently, as if subtly encouraging me to serve his need for pleasure.

He leaned in to whisper into my ear, “We can have our own after-party somewhere more private, if you’d like to, that is.” I nodded in response, and he took my hand off his crotch and interlocked his fingers with mine. My hand felt comfortable right where it belonged in his. As we walked towards the backroom, my heart pounded, wondering and hoping that no one had seen us through the glass entrance of the milonga. He pushed open the solid backdoor, and my other hand crept in to hold him, together with the same hand he held. We entered the backroom, and he locked the door without turning on the lights.

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There are no underage (under 18 years old) sexual relationship in my story!

*****

She called a few days ago and asked to meet again, saying she wanted a bath and it shaved again. I had met her thru Ms.P. I had given Ms.R. a bath and a shave. The first meeting had gone well so I agreed.

I walked into the smell of fresh fish being fried and some steamed veggies. Ms R. was a great cook. she was showing some gray in her red hair.

Looking down at her ample chest I could tell she had them in a push up bra. She was in her late forties but looked younger. I was a few years older.

After dinner I went to start her bath filling. She stood still while I removed her clothing. First the shirt over her head. Next the bra as I watched them both relax. Next her skirt, stockings, and panties. One by one they fell onto the floor at her feet.

She stepped in the warm water as I gathered up her garments to place on the hamper. Now soaking in the tub, I put soap on a luffa to use on her to relax her body.

I had lit a few candles to place by the mirrors to give light without the bright lights.

I started with her back and shoulders, then on to her front, down one leg and up the other. She slid down and raised her hips above the water line so I can soap her up for a shave.

Grabbed a straight razor and started removing the unwanted hairs. Slowly I worked splashing her to see what needed to finish the fine lines and then to rinse her clean again. Dragging the razor over her skin is a strange canlı bahis feeling, to be so close with a sharp tool and to be a light touch so as not to nick the soft flesh with a straight razor.

When that saw done I pulled the plug in the tub, had her stand to rinse again then wet her hair to shampoo, rinse, condition, and rinse again. I got the big fluffy towel to dry her off. She walked off naked into the bedroom as I put everything away.

I found her sitting on the bed naked with a bowl of green. We smoked a bowl and talked a bit when suddenly she spread her legs open and asked “how did it look and feel?” Reaching down with my hand I felt it, “much smoother and kinda hot.” This was different from last time.

She then informed if I wanted to touch it she must get a pad. She spread it on the bed and sat on it. I rubbed the palm of my hand over her newly shaved pussy several times. Wetness was starting to trickle onto my fingers as I stroked her. I started to spread my fingers open while stroking and could feel her wet lips open.

She told me she wanted to do this the last time I gave her a shave, but could not bring herself to ask so she kept quiet and let me leave. Later she asked Ms.P about it and she told her to ask. I had given her a shave month’s before, but when we were finished she sent me on my way. It was just a bath and a shave.

This time she had more in mind as I sat there rubbing her slick pussy she started to shake and she said best to warn you I’m a squirter. Before long she bucked her hips bahis siteleri and streamed a flow of juices that spread wide when it hit my hand. Three pulsating streams, a long hard one, the middle one was a hot hard quick blast and finally was a slow dripping orgasam. As she relaxed back on to the bed, I got her cigarettes and a glass of wine.

I lit the smoke handed it and the wine glass to her. Sitting up to take them both. Wow that was different. I’m so glad I asked. sipping from the glass she handed it back, I set it on a table.

“So what do we do now she asked? Are you leaving?”

“I will leave when you say or stay if you need something.”

“There is one more thing, if you don’t mind I would like to see your, you know… thing.”

I untied the draw string and let my shorts fall to my feet. Stepping out of them I moved closer to her so she could inspect my less than half hard cock. She opened her lips and moved forward and to meet me as I leaned toward her. I felt her mouth around my cock and she sucked and stroked it with her lips. Within seconds I could feel it swelling.

My hand slid between her legs and a finger slid up into her wet folds. I teased her with a finger touching her to make her squirm. My cock was fully hard now and she pushed her lips down it and back up again till the head, then down again.

I curled my finger in her, found the g spot and rubbed it till them hips were bucking again like a bronco. I kept up the pace and she slammed her legs together holding my hand in bahis şirketleri place as she shook and juiced all over it.

I stopped moving my finger. I could still feel her lips on my cock and she was moving slow. She took my cock out of her mouth and whispered would you put this cock in me, as she blushed.

I climb on top and she takes my cock in her hand and slides it into her very wet hot pussy. I stroke her very slow. She moans as it moves even if just slightly. The wetness helps with the slow long deep strokes. Minutes pass with the slow speed and then I feel her hands on my ass.

She is pulling it up and almost out of her, then pushing down forcing it deep into her. I push harder and deeper every stroke now. I want to watch as she cums on my cock.

Lowering my head I can reach one of her nipples licking and sucking on it makes it swell so I switch to the other nipple and make it hard.

I grab both of her titties and push the nipples together and flick my tongue over both at the same time. She again with the bucking hips starts and I kiss her on the lips as she gasp about to cream again. I tell her give it to me and I will finish with you.

With that she wraps her legs around me and I drive in deepest and squeeze them hips. I feel her juices running up the length of my cock and out of her down over my balls and drips on to her. My cock explodes shooting my cum up into her soaked wet hole.

I go to the bathroom and wash myself. Bring a hot wash cloth and clean up Ms R. A hard thing to do when she keeps on leaking. I know now why we needed the pad. I ask her if there’s anything else and prepare to excuse myself. She ask “Can…can we do this every month?”

“Yes Ms R. anything you want.”

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Ideal Day # 1

Every person has in mind what an “ideal day” would be like in regards to their sexual desires. That day also changes as their life changes or as the mood of any given day strikes them. What follows is my version of one such “ideal day” for today. Other may follow if the mood strikes and if someone asks for another.

As the person who normally checks on all the odd sounds inside or outside the house at night, I am not a heavy sleeper so I was surprised to awake to the feeling of my cock being sucked on by my wife. How she had managed to move into place and make me hard without waking me I don’t know, but I sure was not complaining. While she does not give me oral sex often, she is very good at taking me to the very brink of cuming before backing off and starting all over again.

After she did so several times I have her move over and roll on to her stomach so I can return the favor by bringing her near to orgasm by playing with her clit and fingering her pussy. Only I am not as controlled as she is and soon have her groaning and squirting all over the bed. When she has calmed down some I move up behind her and enter her pussy in a slow, illegal bahis easy stroke. Anything faster and I knew I would come as soon as my cock was fully engulfed. Even so, all too soon I have cum and my stomach growls, reminding us that we have not had breakfast yet.

Knowing that we will be home all day, we decide to stay naked. The fault with that is while Lynn is cooking breakfast she gets flour on her ass. A wonderfully sexy outfit to me! Being naked in the house helps to keep us thinking about sex… and there is always the thought that someone might come to the door.

That though has us ready for more sex after breakfast. This time she gets on her knees on the edge of the bed, head down where I play with her clit again until I make her squirt. It always makes me harder to see her do that, not that I was soft at all. Climbing on the bed I fuck her from behind while pulling back on her hips until I cum deep in her pussy.

After cleaning up again, we do our normal day-off things around the house until lunch time, only this time it’s my turn to cook. I wear a thong to keep things out of the way and safe. After lunch I ask if she would like to illegal bahis siteleri watch some porn. Soon there is a scene where a woman inserts a remote control vibrator into her pussy before the couple goes out to dinner, giving us a great idea-with a twist. This idea of course makes me even hornier so while the movie continues to play we fuck with her leaning over the arm of the couch, matching what the actors are doing, or at least talk about what they are doing.

While the local porn store seldom has what we want, we decide to go see if they have a remote control toy. Since I’m a fan of butt plugs I insert a small one, held in place with a thong, before we drive to the sex store. Lynn wears a button front blouse and bra, a skirt but no panties. To our surprise the store has a true remote control butt plug, no cord. We purchase it on the spot, along with a sample pack of lube. Since we had decided to go out to dinner we stop at a convenience store so I can insert the butt plug before we get to the restaurant.

Not knowing how loud the butt plug will be, we go to a restaurant that we know is often noisy. Walking in, she hits the button and I feel canlı bahis siteleri my knees go weak… what a sensation! Luckily they are busy, but not so busy there is a waiting line so I don’t have to worry about how to hide my hard cock while we stand in line.

We ask to be seated in a far corner booth and luckily have one table between us and the nearest other patrons. With the distance and the overall buzz of the other conversations, she says the sound of the butt plug is hard to hear even across the table where she sits.

Every time the waitress comes to our table, she hits the button again; making me sound like a total idiot to the waitress I’m sure. But a Happy idiot! There are seven different modes to the control and I’m soon about to climax. Because I tell her that, she continues to push the button every so often, but not so often to make me cum.

Before I know it, dinner is over and we are standing at the register to pay for our meal. There is a slight buzzing sound every now and then, and I’m sure the waitress has figured out that it’s coming from me. I just hope she thinks it is my phone on vibrate, and doubt she has really figured out what is happening.

In the pickup and headed home she puts the plug on an automatically changing pattern and by the time we arrive at home I can’t wait to get naked and fuck her brains out… with the plug still in place and vibrating away of course.

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All characters in this story are age 18 or older

*

It was easier than I ever imagined, and certainly more expensive. I hope I get my money’s worth!

The first day has been almost scary in its simplicity – I feel like I’m having a weird dream. But aren’t all dreams weird?

This ordinary workday I was in my lab, peering carefully at slides. No, the experiments I conduct aren’t earth-shattering or crazy, like you read about in the news. The real work of a scientist is boring for 30 years, then you connect the dots, and wham! a news story.

Anyway – he just appeared, like Mr. Jantzen said he would.

There was a knock at the door, nothing aggressive or in a particular rhythm of any kind. It was simple, the knock of someone delivering a package.

I opened the door and there he stood: a man about six feet tall, with friendly features and clear brown eyes. He held out his hand.

“Hi, my name is Mark. I’m here from the Wish Fulfillment Corporation.”

I shook his hand as if expecting him to evaporate at any moment. When he didn’t disappear, I gestured politely. “Please come in.”

Now that what I wished for was here, I didn’t quite know what to do with it. I remembered what I was supposed to ask –

“Can I see your ID?”

His smile was pleasant. “Of course.”

Mark Goodbody, age 36, local address, eyes brown, hair brown, organ donor … I glanced up and gave him back the plastic. With difficulty I drew a breath.

“I guess we should, uh, get started.” My cheeks were suddenly hot.

Mark looked caring and professional. “Dr. Arthur, Lisa, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. The opt-out clause –”

“I want to,” I burst in, and suddenly I knew that I did. This question had been eating away at me for longer than I cared to admit. I had to know the answer.

Silently I shut the door and locked it, making sure he could see my hands. I turned illegal bahis to face him and exhaled.

“Where do you want me?”

He had already been studying the room, as if several photographs in my file had missed somehow his attention. With his chin he gestured to the lab stool where I had perched only minutes ago.

“How about there?”

Easily, more easily than I thought I could in such an outlandish circumstance, I sat down. “Like this?”

The touch of his hands on my shoulders sent a shock through my system, even through my lab coat. My mouth moved involuntarily. Gently he rotated me so I faced the microscope once again. His head dipped and his mouth was close to my ear.

“How about like this?”

“Uh… okay …”

“Just relax,” his hands caressed my shoulders. “You look at slides here, right?” I affirmed. “Why don’t you show me how you do that.”

I bent my face to the ‘scope and stared, without seeing, the bits of biology under glass. Mark’s hands, his breath at the nape of my neck, held my attention completely. His thumbs drew down my shoulder blades and followed a curving path. Next thing I knew he parted my already open white coat, and soft as a whisper, began to finger the flesh near my breasts.

A muffled grunt drew from my lips. But I hadn’t said stop; and he didn’t stop.

Slowly my – employee? – let his fingertips follow the path of my underwires. Instinctively I sat up a little straighter, wanting more. Sweat started pooling under my breasts.

Here it comes. Here it comes, I thought. Of course I doubted success on the first day, but the outset seemed so promising, and just as I might have regained coherent thought, Mark brushed the front of my fine linen blouse.

“Ohhhhhh….” I was getting wet. Mr. Goodbody, if that was his real name, certainly was an expert. I did not even feel him loose the buttons. A draft of cool air stroked my rib cage, and illegal bahis siteleri my arousal grew. I was sitting in my lab, my brassiere exposed, with a mysterious man about to fondle my tits. My clit jumped.

Mark spoke in my ear one more time. “Last chance to back out, doctor.”

I shook my head no, firmly, once. Then I arched my back to lift my bosom high – I wanted him to see me, to look at me, and specifically I wanted him to notice the front clasp.

“All right, then,” and with a twitch of his fingers, I was free.

My only regret is that I couldn’t see the look on his face, since he was standing behind me. Yet his cheek was hot against mine. He smelled good, fresh from the shower, and just as my nose was learning his scent, his fingers began to stroke my bosom.

He wove different patterns, lifting and gently squeezing my mounds, sometimes devoting both hands to one breast, then the other. He avoided my nipples until I began to whine, then came around to the front of the lab stool. Miraculously I hadn’t fallen off.

Mark perched on the table close beside the ‘scope and hooked his feet in the rungs of my stool. I scooted closer. He met my eyes, as if making sure I was okay, then returned his full attention to my breasts.

The massage he administered was nothing short of glorious. Indeed his cheeks were flushed, and the luxury rippled over me in waves. There is no emotional stroke in the world equivalent to inciting desire in one’s partner. The bulge in his pants confirmed my effect on him, and I wanted to lay my hand there. That wasn’t part of the deal, though, and I knew it.

This man was here to teach my body one thing, and that was to give milk.

It was then that he first gently pinched my nipples for the first time. A noise jerked from my lips and I involuntarily squeezed his thighs.

“Did that hurt?”

“No…” Not unless you count the agony of desire, canlı bahis siteleri the keening pent-up sexual hunger that he was teasing into a furious howl.

With that he lowered his head and began to suck on one rosy tip. Honey flowed between my thighs and I staggered. One firm hand at my back held me steady. I started to moan and could not stop. His tongue licked and coaxed my sensitive skin. He took more and more of my breast into his mouth. All the while he continued to massage my other breast, preparing it for oral assault.

With a loud sucking noise he broke free of the first and started on the other. “Yessssss,” I hissed, and ground out, “Oh, God.” For deeper and more deeply still, he sucked my anxious nipple, taking as much of my breast into his mouth as possible.

Then to my surprise he lifted his gaze, looked me in the eye, and nibbled the very tip. A short, sharp cry burst from my lips and my already well-lubed cunny spilled again. I wanted to kiss him but he gave all his kisses to my breasts, testing them and teasing them, nipping and squeezing, until I could stand no more. When I was finally sore, I said, “Stop…”

Immediately he let go and hopped off the table.

“Thank you,” I sighed.

“You’re welcome.” His quiet tone was somehow just right; not too understated, not too clinical; just, somehow, friendly. Easy to live with. But of course, that was what I had asked for.

Mark drew a handkerchief from his pocket, follow by a small tub of balm. He patted my breasts with the soft cloth and seemed to be looking them over for any marks. Then he unscrewed the lid of the little jar.

As he smeared on the soothing lotion, he said, “Now the constant sucking might make your skin dry out. I want you to put this on every time, after we’re done, okay?”

“Okay.” I could barely whisper. The crotch of my pants was soaking wet. I wanted him to lay me on the work bench, but he was putting on his jacket.

Lightly he brushed the backs of his fingers against my cheek. His smile was like natural sunlight, so warm and unpretentious. I felt like I had met an old friend for lunch.

“See you tomorrow,” he said. And he was gone.

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My kinky shrink boyfriend, a sex therapist who believes in acting out sexual fantasy, is never at a loss to conjure up exotic, erotic scenes for us to sexually explore. He has a series he calls “1001 Nights” as semi-based on the classic tale of Sheherazade, except his stories involve naughtier exploits of adventure.

In this tale, he is dressed in the lace and silks of an 18th-century European diplomat, powdered perruque and all. (Yeah, he can afford such stuff.) He greets me at the door to his posh New York City high-rise apartment where he invites me into his master bedroom. I take a seat on the 4-poster bed. He pours me a glass of sherry. (Yeah, he’s British, too.) I clink “cheers” with him and swallow it down. After three glasses, a flush runs to my cheeks. he kisses me and tells me to strip.

Once naked, I take my position spread eagle across the bed. he tells tonight’s story while he fastens my wrists and ankles with black bands of silk to the four corners of the bed then slips a blindfold over my eyes.

“Imagine you are in a distant time in a place far away, exotic and strange,” he says with warm, Altoid-sweetened breath flowing across my face. “You, my dear, are the latest addition to a sultan’s harem, but you are unresponsive to his amorous intentions. In fact, he calls you his marble princess.

“Now, imagine me, the dashing foreign emissary. He’s seen you eye me with a spark of desire through your veil as you served us both dates and muscatel. Ah, your veil. I’ll attend to that in a moment, but first…”

I feel a smooth silk strip of cloth being strapped between my teeth and tied behind my head. He explains, “Yes, his intent is to keep you bound, blind, and voiceless while he plots to melt away your hardened resolve with my hapless aid. Let’s see to veiling you properly now.”

I hear soft jingles of tiny bells and bangles of a headdress. He pulls it on snugly over my crown then fastens a silky veil across the bridge of my nose. My breath anxiously billows the thin fabric in and out. Cool wisps of sheer material are laid over my exposed body. I have no idea what color they are or what they suggestively reveal, but illegal bahis I can imagine.

“The sultan has a plan. He has commissioned me with the temerarious task of penetrating the ice sheath encasing his concubine’s sexual desire. However, it’s not to be achieved as simply as my wooing her petals open with my charm and grace. No, he has laid down the gauntlet for a feat most unfeasible. As his interpreter explains to me, I am to be stripped naked, save for my perruque, and blindfolded with hands bound behind my back.”

I hear the rustle of clothes being removed as his soft, baritone voice with its polished Oxford tones continues the set up. “He tells me that I will be brought into a room where the lovely lady in question will be found bound to a great bed. It is my job to wend my way to her then arouse her libido with naught but ministrations of lips and tongue. You can imagine my indignation and my reluctance.” I hear him grunt with the exertion of binding his own hands behind his back. Don’t ask me how he does this. He just does this. “But I am overpowered and thrust into a chamber whose contents I know nothing of. I listen for a sound, a whimper, a breath, a movement, in order to direct myself.”

Picking up on this cue, I move my head setting off the tinkle of bangles and let out a muffled groan.

“‘Madam,’ I beseech, ‘Are you unharmed? Know you who I am?’ I am not even sure she speaks my language, so I ask the same in the various dialects I know.”

I maunder a reply and jangle the bells once more.

“From the sounds of it,” his voice grows closer, “you are unable to speak. Fret not, madam, I have not been sent to harm you. In fact, I am utterly unable to lift a hand against you.”

I hear him bump into the side of the bed and feel his naked body sidle next to mine. My heart pounds. The veil on my face pulsates with my excitement. My loins throb and juice.

“There you are. let me sense you out and know of your condition.” His lips brush over my torso, tripping lightly over my nipples. They glide on hot breath up to my neck and my mouth where they touch down briefly before brushing over my cheek and the blindfold illegal bahis siteleri banding my eyes.

“Blinded as I am I see,” he murmurs. “But you are gagged beneath your veil.” His lips press soft kisses over the fabric covering my mouth. I can hardly contain myself.

“I’m not certain you can understand me, but I have been sent to arouse you with my lips and tongue. If I fail in my mission, then I fear we shall both meet our fates at the end of an executioner’s axe. As I do not care to have my young life snuffed out in so cruel and barbaric a manner, I intend on coaxing the most volcanic eruption of erotic passion from deep within your stony vestibule.”

I groan longingly with each delicate suckle of his mouth along my neck and down my clavicle. His teeth nip teasingly at my nipples and send shivers through my body setting off a trill of jingles from the bells on my headdress. I writhe in the restraints as he pulls the veils from my body with his teeth then sets his mouth to my breasts, sucking them, licking them, prompting them to rise and swell with torturous pleasure.

A shrill cry climbs past the gag. He moves his mouth to mine and blows gently, soothingly, “Shhhh! Easy now. We wouldn’t want the sultan or his men thinking I was violating you. Not that I would be able.”

I could feel him trying to adjust himself in his self-bondage in order to find a more comfortable position. “Now, let’s see go south of the border and explore the steamy jungles, shall we?”

Hot kisses travel down my body to my pussy weeping with desire. He maneuvers his body a-stride mine and buries his face in between my quivering legs. I can hardly control myself under the ravagings of his masterful tongue and teeth upon my clit and labia. I struggle in vain hope to squeeze my legs together to enhance the sensation.

“Hmmm, your fruits are most savory and succulent. Does my nibbling sensually distress you?”

I mumble an ecstatic agreement to his query. I fight the oncoming orgasm. I don’t want this fantasy to end. It’s too damned good!

He lifts his head and turns to face me. “Resisting, I see. Hmmm. We’ll just have to canlı bahis siteleri do something about that.” He grunts with effort to reposition himself. Once again his face has blindly found mine. He plies my veiled and gagged mouth with kisses as he muses, “Perhaps if you were to look at me the way you did when serving up delectibles at the sultan’s behest… but how?” He latches onto my blindfold with his teeth and tugs it from my eyes. I blink my way to focus and see his lean physique leaning over me with arms pinned behind his back. A wide black band of cloth leers down at me. The perfume of his perruque tickles my nose. I study the pursing of his sweet mouth as it sets up the next kiss. “I hope my magnificent form inspires you to aspiring toward the preferred state of titillation.”

My eyes beg for his beauty from within and without, but he can’t see my longing. He leans down to nudge the veil and reach my mouth with hsi are lips. He softly kisses me through the gag. I moan. “Hmmm, love it when you do that.”

I feel the tip of his erect penis tip-toeing across my breasts. He moves to my right. “Let’s see if we can get a handel on this development.” His mouth skates along my arm to the restraint on my wrist. He works the knotted loop with his teeth until it loosens. “Your hand is free to stroke me, my love.” I curl my fingers around the hot, throbbing flesh of his organ as he straddles me. I stroke up and down until he’s to the point of cumming. He pulls away, scoots down, and lightly brushes my clit with the moistened tip.

I can’t stand it anymore. I cum, I cum, I cum. Before I realize it his hands are free and undoing the binds at my ankles. My legs are up and spread wide. His fingers tickle my clit while his mouth clamps upon the nipple of my right breast. His other hand pulls away the headdress to entwine fingers with silken strands of hair before pulling the gag from my mouth. Before I could utter my orgasmic cry, his mouth stopped mine in fitful determination. He burned through me like hot lead through butter. I swore I heard sizzling.

I felt the waning of his penile pulsation as the warm ooze of cum flowed down my legs. He had completed his mission of bringing a frigid harem girl to orgasm — albeit, not exactly as prescribed by the odious sultan. But rest assured, no heads rolled — only our pleasured bodies over the silk sheets as we dreamt of the next tale to come.

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Danaher’s was a safe sanctuary from the storm.

“What may I ask brings the O’Rourke out tonight?” asked Mahraid Danaher.

“It could be that I have no food in the house,” Mary Brenna answered. She was smiling. The days when she would feel embarrassed about her cooking were gone. She kept a clean and tidy house but had never found the love of cooking that her mother had passed on to her five older sisters. Besides she could have breakfast, lunch and dinner at the Danaher’s pub if she so wished. It was the law where Mary Brenna found her passion.

“Then you’ll also be wanting a pint whist you take a look at tonight’s menu?”

“Aye, that would be good.” Mary Brenna smiled.

The Danahers had owned the pub for four generations. It was now in the hands of Mahraid and Sean Danaher after their parents were killed in a car accident on the Dublin road. The entire village had attended the funeral service.

“How is Sean, I haven’t seen him in a little while?” Mahraid shrugged her shoulders.

“Sean is Sean.” Mahraid fell silent as a thought occurred. “Though, I thought he’d be happier since he’s been taking some time off recently.”

Mary Brenna wore illegal bahis a frown.

“But Sean doesn’t go anywhere?”

“They were my same thoughts exactly,” said Mahraid.

“So how’s it going with your Michael then? David is telling me that he is taken with you.”

Mary Brenna suddenly looked up as Sean stepped through from the kitchen. She had always considered Sean to be handsome in a rugged way. He stood five-eleven and a bit. The way he made a point of mentioning the ‘eleven and a bit’ would always bring a smile to her face. To Mary Brenna there was some of Steve McQueen in his manner. It wasn’t arrogance but untouchable confidence that he had.

Normally she would find any reason to look into his crystal clear blue eyes but she didn’t recognise the look in his eyes as he walked by. There was no mistake in her mind that he had heard Mahraid’s question.

“The orders are done so I’ll be wanting to close the kitchen now, Mahraid,” Sean announced as he walked behind the bar heading for the kitchen.

“You can’t Sean, Mary Brenna is still choosing from the menu.” Sean barely looked at her before he turned away and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Now illegal bahis siteleri what has the O’Rourke been doing to my brother, Mary Brenna?”Mahraid asked her friend.

“I haven’t touched him.”

“Are you sure?” Mahraid asked quizzically. “It doesn’t matter the truth be told; I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes by the look he just gave you.”

Mary Brenna shook her head slowly. “I’m sure.”

“Well, I was thinking of asking you to take your order through to Sean yourself so that I can get on serving my other customers but…”

Mary Brenna jumped down from the bar stool. “I’ll tell Sean that I’m taking a liking to the fish and chips.”

Sean Danaher felt his heart beat stutter and stumble as he stepped out of the pub kitchen. Seeing Mary Brenna sitting at the bar talking with Mahraid had come as something of a surprise. It was clear, that Mary Brenna was engaged in conversation with his sister as she served her with a glass of Harp. Though,if he was honest with himself, he wished he hadn’t overheard their conversation. At least he knew the reason why he hadn’t seen her in the pub recently.

He had known Mary Brenna for as long as he could remember. canlı bahis siteleri Even standing at five-two against his five-eleven and a bit, she was the only person on Clonmaine who could best him two out of three. He had also witness the fiery temper when she lost. The scar on his cheek was a testament of one of those tempers.

Lost in his memories he didn’t hear Mary Brenna enter the kitchen or call out his name.

“Sean, I think I’ll be having fish and chips?” said Mary Brenna. He jumped, startled at the sound of her voice.

“I’ll be sorry if I startled you Sean,” Mary Brenna couldn’t keep the laughter from her voice. She wasn’t surprised when she saw anger in his eyes. She always was able to press his button.

“I was thinking is all,” he answered sharply. He saw the first flush of embarrassment on the skin at her throat.

“There are some that find thinking a chore,” Mary Brenna teased. Her heart fell when he was silent. The person standing at the stove was not the Sean Danaher that she knew.

“Sean, is everything OK?” Mary Brenna’s voice sent his heart rate racing. Sean raised his head slowly. There was a sad, almost defeated look in his eyes.

“Sean, if you’re in trouble I can help?”

“Can you find me a woman who is willing to have my child?” Sean’s laugh sent a shiver running down her spine.

“There’s only one catch. I have eight days to get her pregnant.”

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