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With about a year still to go on my tour in Germany, a new couple moved into the apartment on the half level below ours, right where the elevator topped out. Because of the design of the building, there was one apartment on the level by the elevators and two apartments on the next landing up, half a floor difference. At the top where Mandi and I lived, though, there was no apartment across from us, but only an equipment service room and the top of elevator access. Because of the offsets of the next stairwell over, we also didn’t have an apartment on that side of us either. We were all alone at the top.

The couple was Karl and Chantal, about 5 years younger than Mandi and I and they had three boys, one being an “almost 2” little boy named Chad. Karl worked in one of the staff sections in my battalion, so we would occasionally car pool.

Karl was a slightly built guy of about 5’7″ and weighed about 135. He had straw colored blond hair that fell straight off his head. The kids all had that same hair. Chantal was absolutely gorgeous, easily as pretty as Kelli, petite, maybe 5’1″, about 110 lbs with reddish-auburn hair, flawless skin and pouty lips that looked like they should be wrapped around a cock. She had a luscious butt and nice, pert breasts, about a B-cup. I revised this estimate after I saw her in a halter top when we headed out for a walk in the fields one spring day. She was a good C-cup! And she was also a sexy bomb.

They would join us often in the evenings, drink a beer and watch TV or listen to some music. The kids liked coming to our apartment because we always had good things to eat and drink than Mom wouldn’t let them have at home. Chad was my lifelong buddy. He would crawl up into my lap and hang out with me.

They got a terrible scare one time when Chad, who was just tall enough to reach the door handle on the front door, learned to open the door. He left their apartment and wandered up the stairs, opened the door to our apartment (we never locked it when we were home), came into our apartment and went into the bedroom and crawled up on the bed. He dozed off.

Chantal showed up in a screaming lather, asking if we had seen Chad. We hadn’t, totally oblivious to the fact that he had let himself in and was asleep on our bed. We didn’t have any lights on in the bedroom and had no idea he was there. We went outside with her and Karl, and searched the parking garage, all the stairwells in all the buildings, anywhere we thought he might have gone my himself.

Chantal and Karl were both about to panic, and after exhausting all the possibilities, decided to return to my apartment to call the Polizei. We dashed into the house, and ran to the bedroom to call. When I flipped on a dresser lamp, I stopped dead in my tracks. There was Chad fast asleep.

I walked back into the living room very quietly and Karl and Chantal jumped up. Before they could say anything I put a finger to my lips, told them to be quiet, and motioned them to follow me. We tiptoed into the bedroom and they saw Chad lying there asleep. I turned and shrugged, and they were stunned.

We left him asleep and went back to the living room. Mandi and I were as dumfounded as Karl and Chantal. They finally went over to their apartment and brought the other two boys to our apartment and we asked them if Chad knew how to open a door. They both said “Sure” and told us they had helped teach him how to open a door so they didn’t have to help him go the bathroom. We finally figured that Chad had left their apartment and come to ours by himself. This was a new revelation for Chantal to look into.

After this incident, though, we grew closer to them. We would often take walks out into the fields and down to the feuerplatz that I often enjoyed (and noted in other stories). I would put some large towels in my rucksack for padding and seating for Chad, and put him in the ruck to carry. He often went to sleep as we hiked around. I would fill the pockets with beers and make a nice outing of it all.

One evening after dinner, Karl and Chantal came over and they had been arguing. They got into a pissing contest in the living room and Chantal stormed back to their house. I was tired and decided to go to bed early and let them have at their spat. Mandi went to talk to Chantal while Karl watched TV at our place.

I’m not sure what else went on until Mandi woke me about 1130, handed me my lightweight robe and asked me to come in the living room. Mandi was a bit drunk, and when I came in, Karl and Chantal were there, and they were wearing robes too. I looked around wondering what Mandi had up her sleeve.

I sat down and Mandi came over to me and asked if I thought Chantal was sexy. That is the kind of question that has “DON’T ANSWER THAT” scream through my brain.

“Sure, I guess,” I said uneasily.

Mandi chuckled and said, “Just be honest. It’s okay.”

I was having a tough time getting a read on her mood, but I replied, “Okay, sure.”

They all chuckled and looked pendik escort at me with big smiles.

“So what’s up?” I asked.

Mandi said, “Well, all the hassle is over, and we have been talking about something, and here is what is up.”

Mandi took my hand and led me to Chantal, and as I got close, Chantal reached up with her hand. Mandi placed my hand in Chantal’s hand.

After leaving me standing holding Chantal’s hand, she took Karl’s hand and announced, “We are all going to have some fun tonight, and you are going to be with Chantal and I am going to be with Karl.”

I was wide awake now! What an interesting development. Even stranger, Mandi took Karl’s hand and headed for our bedroom, and Chantal led me behind them and we all piled into our bedroom. Mandi turned to Karl and slipped his robe off him and turned her back to Karl, who helped take her robe off. Chantal eased over in front of me, loosened my belt, pushed my robe open and stroked my stomach.

Karl and Mandi had locked limbs and were beginning to kiss. Chantal slipped my robe off my shoulders and then quickly slipped hers off. It was a shorty, silky things that was gone in less than a second. We had the roll down shade and curtains open, so even without lights on in the bedroom, the lights from the city below allowed us to see quite well.

Chantal was truly a killer sexy babe. Her breasts looked flawless after three kids. I couldn’t see any stretch marks. Her legs were perfectly proportioned and her ass jutted out like it was waiting to be grabbed. I had seen her wearing skin tight athletic clothing, but nothing could compare to totally naked. Her pubes were a small, narrow landing strip of hair just long enough to be soft.

Mandi and Karl were still locked into kissing, so I made up some time by gently pulling Chantal to me and crushing her breasts into my chest. She quickly sought and found my lips, and we started a gentle but insistent kiss. Chantal was quick to begin probing at me with her tongue.

This turn of events had stunned me at first, but I figured if Mandi was going to be in the bed beside me I would see if I couldn’t enjoy this wonderfully sexy babe for all it was worth. As I started to harden, Chantal shifted around a bit so I could keep my cock between us. After a couple of more minutes of kissing, I glanced over and saw Karl with a hand in Mandi’s pussy and she was holding his wrist in encouragement.

Still kissing, I copied them and eased a finger down to Chantal’s delicate feeling pussy, and she responded by opening her legs, giving me better access. She was getting wet quickly, and I gently stroked through her lips to get the wetness flowing some more, and finally gave her clit a gentle but insistent brush-by with my finger. Chantal moaned into my mouth and moved her legs wider apart.

I was half hard by now and suddenly Chantal broke off kissing and reached down to grasp my cock. She gave it a gentle squeeze and then grabbed my head and whispered in my ear.

“Mandi said you have a nice cock. She wasn’t joking.”

I went back to kissing her and rubbing her clit some more, as she began to stroke my cock to full erection, getting more urgent. I really wanted to start by eating her pussy and wondered how I could go about that considering I would have to compete for bed space. Mandi solved that problem by pushing Karl up against the window and squatted to begin sucking his cock. I could see the back of her head and while she wasn’t exactly an expert, she could hold her own in the blowjob department.

I gently gripped Chantal’s ass and sat her on the bed, and carefully pushed her backward. I went straight for her clit, and without hesitation she grabbed the back of my head. I pushed her legs toward her breasts and went after her clit like a connoisseur. She didn’t have a quick trigger but it didn’t take her very long to hit her first orgasm. She bowed up and moaned and suddenly gasped and fell back on the bed.

Mandi rose and turned around, leaned over to Chantal and said, “No fair. You got there first!”

They laughed, and Karl decided he liked what he saw and pushed Mandi back onto the bed. As he began to eat her, I went back to Chantal to see if she was ripe for a second bite of the orgasm apple. She was!

Mandi was lying alongside side her in the opposite direction, so as I worked Chantal’s clit I eased a hand over and massaged one of Mandi’s boobs and tweaked a nipple. She responded by pressing my hand down to her breast. I slid the other hand up and did the same for Chantal and she responded about the same.

I steady munched on Chantal until she began to writhe about in the beginnings of another orgasm and quickly rocked through several small spasms and then a couple of better ones. She pushed my head away and finally slowed down her breathing. I watched Mandi finally get a good orgasm herself, although it didn’t appear to have been very strong. She did finally get extra sensitive and pushed Karl away.

Mandi maltepe escort pushed Karl back down on the bed and climbed aboard him, casually sinking down on his cock. Karl was about a 6.5″ and slender, and Mandi engulfed his cock with one smooth motion. Chantal followed suit, quickly standing up and rolling me onto the bed. I was only half hard so she leaned over me and began to suck and stroke my cock. She swallowed as much as she could until she almost gagged, and Mandi looked over and chuckled.

“Careful,” she told Chantal, “you can hurt your throat really quick.”

Chantal muttered something with a mouth full of cock, and didn’t stop. When she was satisfied I was fully hard, she climbed aboard, sinking down slowly until she finally sighed when I hit bottom. For a woman who had three kids, she was pleasantly tight. She leaned forward and put her hands on my chest, and began to slowly stroke up and down on my cock, riding me slow and easy.

I was really enjoying the view. Mandi has great tits, and they were bouncing easily as she rode Karl, and I had a close-up view of Chantal’s breast following almost the same motion. About the time I began to feel a surge in my balls of an orgasm approaching, Chantal began a soft whooping noise that seemed out of place and it killed my mood, although I stayed hard. Mandi looked over at her quizzically.

Apparently the noise preceded an orgasm, because after riding a little faster she final quit whooping and shrieked and choked off a scream, and really rolled her crotch around in a circular motion until she finally fell onto my chest panting.

Mandi watched with amusement, and finally came to stop from riding Karl. Chantal slowly rose up with my cock still firmly enclosed inside her. She shook her hair back and asked Mandi where the cigarettes were. Mandi hopped off Karl and grabbed a pack and her lighter, climbing back aboard Karl and slipped his cock back inside her.

They both lit cigarettes and carried on a casual conversation. As they talked, I casually moved a thumb down to Chantal’s slit and carefully searched for her clit. She helped out by raising up a bit to let me find it. I began a gentle stroking on it as she smoked. She smiled at me and leaned back some more so I could keep it up.

Chantal finally raised up a bit and moved my hand away for a second so she could get rid of her cigarette butt, and then moved my hand back. During all this, I was stunned to see Mandi and Chantal sitting there side by side with each other’s husband’s cocks inside, chatting like they would at the dining room table. Karl just lay there casually as if this was just another day at the office.

Finally we got back to business when Chantal leaned forward and stretched out prone on top me and wrapped her legs around mine. She began a slow grind into my crotch. Mandi and Karl switched to missionary and he started a steady bounce into Mandi’s pussy. As Chantal heated up I played with her fine ass and finally sneaked a finger back to stroke her butthole. I barely touched her before she was moving my hand away. Oh well!

Chantal shook and shuddered through a small but effective orgasm, and I turned her around to hit it doggy style. I slid straight to the bottom and she groaned deeply. Mandi stifled a chuckle. As I began to long stroke her, though, she started a noisy squeal that was distracting as hell so after a while, when I had lost all effort to cum, gave up and casually eased out of her. The only consolation was getting to see her cute little anus, partially open about a pinky’s width, winking at me. I resolved to find out what she was so touchy about when it came to the backside.

After a round of beer, we called it a night and said our good-byes. Mandi and I swapped notes. She had gotten one orgasm from Karl eating her but never could get going enough to get close to another.

“You didn’t cum at all,” Mandi stated.

“No. I was okay until Chantal started that infernal squealing,” I agreed.

“Oh well. Still, you looked like you had fun. I loved the look on your face when you finally figured out what was happening!”

I took the teasing good-naturedly but punched her shoulder lightly for fun, “Yeah, well I was surprised all right, but let’s worry about that some other time. I’m beat.” Mandi agreed and we crawled under the sheets and fell out quickly.

We got together again over at Karl and Chantal’s apartment later in the week when Mandi didn’t have to work. We got naked and watched some music videos on tape that a friend had sent to us. It was wonderful to see commercials, considering we were stuck with AFN or German TV. Mandi was just starting her period and had to stay plugged up with a tampon. But I gave them all full body massages, and when I was finally exhausted, all 3 of them combined to work me over. That was wonderful.

Chantal really got horny, and when she and Mandi went off to get refills of beer, they schemed about Chantal having some fun. In a few kartal escort minutes, Karl and I took turns eating her pussy. After a couple of easy orgasms, she had Karl lay in the floor and gave him head while I banged her from behind as Mandi sipped a beer and watched. It was Chantal’s first true duo and she was quaintly excited about it. I finally got my own orgasm since she had her mouth stuffed with Karl’s cock and didn’t set up the squealing so bad.

Karl was out with his section on an exercise one week shortly after this, and I had a short training cycle and was able to come home in the early afternoon, about the time Mandi left for work. As I stepped out of the elevator, Chad was holding the door to their apartment wide open. He pointed inside when I asked where his Mom was. I asked where he was going, and he pointed at my door. I chuckled and told him to wait until I got home. About that time, Chantal popped out of the toilet, saw Chad and I and laughed.

“Where’s he going now?” she asked with a knowing smile.

“He was coming to visit me,” I replied and then asked, “What are you up to?”

Chantal had just finished some laundry and the other two kids weren’t due back from pre-school for another hour and a half, and she told me she planned on getting some sun. I invited her up to my place, where there was plenty of cold beer and nice balcony furniture. She looked a little skeptical, but told me she would be over in a few minutes.

I went into my apartment, ripped my uniform off and put on some loose physical training shorts. After grabbing a beer and making sure the lock was unlatched, I headed out on the balcony. The sun was just right. I swallowed a long drink of beer and relaxed for a few minutes, letting the sun warm me from head to toe.

Chantal and Chad popped out from the apartment almost without a sound. She was wearing her little shorty robe, and carried some toys for Chad. He seemed to be a happy camper and began playing in the living room. I turned on a German FM radio station that played Top 40 tunes and cracked open a beer for Chantal.

As I went over to my chair to sit down, Chantal arranged a towel on her chair, pulled some lotion out of her bag and offered it to me. Once I had the bottle, she dropped her robe off, and was instantly naked. I rubbed some lotion on her back and shoulders, then her ass, and finally down to her legs. She purred like a kitten and settled in on her stomach.

We chatted for a while, making small talk like a couple of neighbors would. I decided to broach the subject of her adversity to my playing with her ass. When I actually asked her about it, she looked at me casually. After a couple of more drinks of beer she finally broke the silence.

“Karl and I used to indulge that as a little kick sometimes, but it always felt odd to me, and Karl would usually cum so fast I didn’t have time to figure it out. Then about 2 years ago when we met a couple that we were having fun with like you and Mandi, the guy turned out to be a jerk, and thought he could just come around and fuck me whenever he wanted. He didn’t want to hear no for an answer.”

I found the narrative interesting and let her continue.

“One night when we were playing around but were in different rooms, I was laying on my stomach while he fucked me from behind. He said I felt a lot tighter in that position. I didn’t really care for it but I figured he wouldn’t last long. He never did. But with just a little change in his movement, he jammed his cock into my little butthole. Before I could scream or yell, he covered my mouth and then just ferociously ripped into my poor ass. I couldn’t move and he didn’t stop until he finally came in my butt.”

I winced and said, “Damn, I know that must have hurt like hell!”

She looked up at me with a sarcastic expression and said, “No shit!”

“Hey,” I cried, “I’m one of the nice guys here!”

Chantal grabbed a long drink of beer, and then smiled at me.

“I know. It’s just that men are pigs, pure and simple.”

I made an oinking noise for her, and she laughed, telling me, “Now scratch your arm pits and crotch and then come over her and sniff my crotch like the pig you are.”

I rolled out of the chair, oinking away, and dived into her crotch, nosing her pussy and oinking loudly, then sniffing like a rabid dog before oinking some more. Chantal giggled uncontrollably. When Chad heard the commotion, he came to the balcony to see what was going on.

Chantal tousled his hair and told him to go back inside and play, saying, “Everything is okay out here. We’re playing too.”

After she swallowed the last dregs of beer, I took her bottle and mine inside for a refill. When I came back out she had turned over on her back. Without asking, I took the lotion and rubbed it all over her front side, with special attention to her breasts. She resumed purring for a while. Her nipples stood at attention. After I sat the lotion bottle down, I gently bussed her nipples and enjoyed keeping them hard.

I slipped my shorts off and sat down, getting back to the warmth of the sun. After a while, Chantal asked me what time it was. Since it was getting close to time for her kids to show up, I decided to press the issue.

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I work in a cavernous room, no windows but cubicles as far as the eye can see. It’s tedious but it keeps the bills paid so I can’t complain too much.

I’m enjoying the sight of my cigarette smoke dancing in the breeze one beautiful spring morning when I get a text from a friend.

“We need to get the cables to hook up my new tv. Feel like going at lunchtime?”

I love spending time with her so naturally I say yes and I’ll pick her up a little after eleven. As I make my way back into the building my phone vibrates again.

“Yay! You should take the afternoon off. This could take a while ;)”

Hmm… work or hanging out with my beautiful friend? Not a very tough decision, I immediately reply that I will. A quick talk with the boss and it’s all set.

An eternity and a half later, eleven o’clock rolls around and I’m on my way to pick her up. Windows down, music up, I make the short drive and get to her house in just under ten minutes.

She answers the door looking amazing as always, wearing a blue shirt and a shorter skirt than I usually see her in. I can’t help checking out her ass as we walk to the car and I’m pretty sure she catches me but she doesn’t say anything.

As we get settled in the car we decide to get Chinese before we hit Walmart for the cables. I glance over as she’s buckling her seat belt and notice her skirt has shifted slightly upwards. Those sexy pendik escort legs are going to make it hard to keep my eyes on the road!

The restaurant isn’t far so we manage to survive the trip despite the oh so pleasant distraction. Walking from the parking lot she takes my arm and whispers softly. I’m sure she didn’t say what I think she said so I ask her to say it again. This time, she puts her lips to my ear and says “I’m not wearing panties.”

I stop immediately and, her arm in mine, she is forced to stop as well. Giggling a little, she says “Come on, I’m hungry and we have shopping to do.”

It’s a good thing the restaurant isn’t busy because I needed to sit down. We talk through lunch about work, life, the cold she just got over but all I can think about is what’s under her skirt.

Her leg occasionally brushes mine; my pants grow tighter with each touch. My right hand is busy with chopsticks but my left is unoccupied and I let it slide under the table and rest on her thigh. She doesn’t remove it so I slowly rub, enjoying the feel of her leg beneath the smoothness of the skirt.

My hand finds the hem of the skirt and continues, fingertips easing over silky skin. She shivers at the touch but grabs my hand and places it on the table.

“Let’s go shopping!”

I am desperate to see where this all leads so I agree. We pay and I’m thankful my button up work maltepe escort shirt is long enough to cover my too obvious bulge as we walk out.

Settling in the car once again, I see her skirt has risen even more this time. If it gets much higher, I’ll get a good look at whets been on my mind through lunch. This thought naturally makes my pants even tighter. Somehow she must know about my difficulty, I see her glance in that direction and grin.

By forcing myself to concentrate on driving, I return to some measure or normalcy before we get to Walmart. Naturally the parking lot is full so it’s a bit of a walk but on a beautiful day with an amazing woman on my arm, I don’t mind a bit. Shortly before we arrive, she drops the next bombshell.

“I’m not wearing a bra either” she whispers in my ear, her breast touching my arm as if to prove her statement true.

My breath catches and I am incapable of speech. Who would have thought a normal, boring work day would become this long, drawn out, glorious festival of teasing?

My arm wraps around her as we enter the store, acutely aware of the way she feels beside me. We make our way to the electronics section and I quickly locate what we came for. Suddenly, she spots something on the bottom shelf and asks “Are you sure those aren’t what we need?”

She bends over to grab the package, her skirt rides up and I have a wonderful kartal escort view of her perfect ass and long legs. As I stand amazed, she slowly straightens and says “No, I think you have the right one.”

I take her in my arms, pull her close so she can feel the affect she’s had on me and whisper “Are we done shopping?”

Her eyes widen with surprise at the force of my reaction and she nods. I take her by the hand and lead her to the center of the store where the dressing rooms are. No one is around so we sneak all the way down to the last one in line. I close the door and push her up against it.

Kissing her fiercely, I pull her shirt up, revealing her exquisite breasts. She’s tearing at my pants as my mouth explores; licking, sucking, biting. My pants hit the floor revealing the results of all her teasing and I pull her skirt up as far as I can.

Grasping her ass, I pull her close for another kiss, our shared passion ready to explode. I quickly spin her around, her hands grasp the hooks on the wall and I press my hardness against her. One quick move and I am in, luxuriating in the feeling of her wrapped around me.

Fast and hard, I slam into her, knowing we don’t have much time before we’re caught. I grab her hair, pulling her back into me, as we get closer and closer to release.

She stifles a moan as her orgasm overtakes her and I can’t contain myself any longer. As we come down from the passionate high, she realizes she’s holding the hook, ripped out of the wall during our encounter. We share a laugh and get dressed, taking the hook with us to remember the occasion.

The tv didn’t get hooked up that day.

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Hey everyone, I’ve not written a lot before so feedback is welcomed. The story below is my first idea for a series, based loosely on something that happened to me.

All characters mentioned are over 18.

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I felt my eyes slowly open, blurry to the world around me, taking in my modest surroundings. I was 26 and still sleeping in a single bed – at 6’3 this meant waking up every morning with a bad back, crumpled into a bed too small for me. I pulled my blanket up closer to my face and groaned, feeling the cold air for the first time. I really needed to find a new apartment, what girls would want to come home with me if this was the bed awaiting them..

My love life was almost as meager as my current living situation. When I was at university I had been really quite successful, bedding a different girl at least every couple of weeks.. my mind wandered over some of them, and as I did so I felt my cock start to stiffen. I started to slowly stroke it as I remembered Rachel, a short petite girl with tiny breasts but the most perfect ass. I thought about the time she had worn a short skirt and thong for me, flashing me all night just to wind me up, then finally when they had got home – removing it in front of my face as I sat on the edge of the bed. I felt myself reach the point of no return, grabbing a tissue from the side quickly I came hard into it. ‘I need to find myself a girl.. NOW’, I thought to myself.

The past few years just hadn’t presented me with the opportunities, I was now working for a small firm nearly around the clock. The rest of the team were all much older, apart from Emily, who was 24 but had a boyfriend. She wasn’t my usual type, but she was sweet. We flirted occasionally at work and at the monthly staff drinks, but that was more out of mutual boredom than desire. Occasionally I liked to see how far I could push it, but by the end of the night she would always leave before anything could actually happen, and go home to her boyfriend.

I absentmindedly sipped my morning coffee, burning my mouth and swearing. I heard my landlady stirring upstairs and rolled my eyes – there was nothing I wanted less than to deal with her this morning. She was an old plump woman with a face like a slapped arse, who constantly complained about everything, including my ‘late nights’ where I would get home from work at 9:30. As I quickly ate my toast and downed my coffee, trying to get out of her way before she got downstairs, I vowed to myself to move to a new apartment.

On the train to work I started flicking through spare rooms in apartments in the city. I’d been making solid money now for a couple of years and could afford to spend a bit more than I was currently spending.. ‘This is more like it!’ I thought as I moved the sliding scale up, and more apartments popped up. There were apartments with balconies, en suites, and king sized beds.. I felt like a new day had dawned. There were two that caught my eye, both in the center of the city quite near work, one had a balcony, one had an en suite. I brought up the landlord information, the first apartment was to share with 4 other people.. even with a balcony, I wasn’t sure I could go back to sharing with that many people, fighting over space in the fridge. The second apartment was a live in landlord, whose daughter was currently living there while she was at university.. lewd thoughts ran through my mind before realising I hadn’t even seen this daughter.. and if I made a move on her, the landlord would almost certainly kick me out! I filled in the relevant information and sent a request, imagining the en suite all the way to work.

‘What are you smiling about’ I heard as I sat at my work computer, I spun on my chair to see Emily standing at her desk behind mine, she was bending slightly to get a look at my computer screen which gave me a fantastic view of the top curve of her breasts. She always dressed formally for work, but occasionally a top button would be undone and I would get a quick glimpse of a lacy bra and soft skin.

‘Oh I’ve just put in an offer to rent a flat, and it looks perfect’ I answered her, pulling my eyes back up to meet hers.

‘Oh let’s have a look!’ she said, and came round her desk, leaning over next to me.

I flicked through the images and she softly cooed as each image revealed a different angle of the flat.

‘It looks great, and I love a walk in shower’ she said, the latter part of the sentence more quietly.

I was left with the image of her in a walk in shower, before snapping myself back to the present moment.

It was later in the day when my phone pinged in my pocket, eagerly pulling it out I saw it was a reply to my inquiry.

‘Hi Jamie, your application looks good, if you want to come and see the flat, I’m free to show you round this evening. Dave.’

‘YES’ I silently fist pumped.

‘Hi Dave, sounds great, I can be there for 6pm? Jamie’

‘See you then. Dave’

I made my way from work, enjoying the route much more than my usual pendik escort commute. I arrived at the apartment block, it was beautiful and modern, instantly I imagined inviting girls back here compared to my current hovel.

Dave buzzed me in and I went up in the lift to the 9th floor. Dave met me at the lift and we shook hands, he was about 50 and a huge man, at least 6’4 and built like a brick shithouse. We walked through the apartment, it was immaculate and really nicely decorated. So this would be your room he said, opening a door right at the end of the corridor. It was perfect, nice big memory foam mattress on a wooden framed bed, plenty of storage, lots of light, and a gorgeous en suite with walk in shower.

‘So I’m at the other end of the apartment, then it’s the lounge/kitchen, then next to your room is Lily’s.’

The set up was perfect, Dave’s room was so far away from mine it might as well be in another apartment, I would imagine he never even came down this corridor.

‘Dave this looks perfect, I would love to take it’

We shook hands and worked out the finer details of the move in dates and deposit.

Two long weeks later I was hot and sweaty carrying cardboard boxes from a rented van into the building. I had taken great pleasure leaving my apartment for the last time, knowing I was moving on to bigger and better things. Dave kindly helped me move the bigger boxes into the lift, and we shared a lift journey heavily breathing.

‘Oh Lily’s here, so you can meet her’ he said as the lift pinged, announcing our arrival at the 9th floor. We started shifting the boxes from the lift to the apartment as I tussled my hair to keep the sweat out of my eyes.

There was a noise from the corridor behind me and I turned to see who I could only imagine was Lily. She was the definition of cute, about 5’2, very petite, wearing gym gear. Her face was so pretty, little elf like features with bright green eyes, and dark wavy hair.

I tried to play it cool by going for a word half way between ‘Hey’ and ‘Hello’… ‘Heylo’. Silently cursing myself I composed myself and said ‘you must be Lily’.

‘Yeah hey, and you must be Jamie’ she replied, smiling at me. Her body was phenomenal, the hint of medium sized pert breasts, and a tight round ass.

Dave came out of the room behind me, ‘Oh good you’ve met, Lily’s at university here in the city studying English, turned 19 last month. Lily, Jamie works in finance and is going to be living here for a while! I thought it might be nice to have a beer tonight so we can get to know each other, shall we say Lounge at 7pm?’

‘Sounds great’ I said

‘Sure dad’ Lily chirped.

As Dave and Lily went down the hall, I walked in to my room and leaned against the wall, ‘Fuck’ I thought, ‘I want my Landlord’s daughter.’

Drinks were great with Dave and Lily that evening, I got to find out a lot more about them. Dave traveled a lot, and the only rule when he was away was no parties.

‘Fine by me’ I said ‘to be honest I don’t know a lot of people in the city, I’m not sure I would be able to fill a party!’

Lily had changed since her trip to the gym, and was now in a big t shirt and pair of denim shorts. Every now and then she would move on the sofa and I would see more of her legs, trying not to stare but practically salivating on the inside.

‘Have you got a girlfriend Jamie’ Dave asked as we opened a second beer.

‘No, I’m single’ I said ‘I haven’t really been looking for anyone until lately.’

‘Well you’re welcome to entertain a date here when I’m away’ he laughed, hitting my shoulder jovially.

‘Dad, gross’ Lily said.

I laughed ‘Thanks, I’ll bear that in mind.’

We turned in for the night and I collapsed on my bed, tired out from carrying all the boxes. Through the wall I heard the faint sound of a shower, Lily must be having a shower before bed. The thought of her naked body just on the other side of the wall caused my cock to harden, I started slowly stroking it imagining her under the hot soapy water, trying to guess if she had little pink nipples or brown ones. I imagined her on her knees in front of me, those pretty eyes looking up at me, and came hard into a tissue.

I woke up an hour later, it was dark outside and I regretted not getting ready for bed when I had come into my room. I slowly stripped off and grabbed my toothbrush. Just before I clicked the button to start it, my ears tuned into the softest sound.. was it a toothbrush too? No it wasn’t quite the same sound. I realised the sound was coming through the wall from Lily’s room, I practically ran to the wall and pressed my ear against it, she was in her room not the bathroom this time. I tried to hone in on the sound before it hit me, it was a vibrator.

As soon as I realised, my cock shot up, throbbing almost painfully. I pressed my ear to the wall and listened, Lily was making tiny moaning sounds, barely perceptible. I pictured her on her bed, her legs spread with a vibrator maltepe escort on her clit, and started to stroke my cock again. The moans started to intensify, she must be getting close. The buzzing sound got higher pitched and I guessed she must have turned it up just in time to cum. Sure enough moments later there was a small cry out, followed by lots of little moans, then silence. The cry out was too much for me and I sprayed my cum all over the floor in front of me, rope after rope imagining I was deep in Lily’s pussy.

Several days went by, I went to work each morning, and got home each night, spending every night listening out for a repeat performance, but I was disappointed – perhaps it had been a one time thing. On Saturday, however, everything changed. I had spent the day with a friend, watching football and drinking beer. I came home to crash out, but as I came in the front door Lily was just coming out of her room.

‘Oh hey’ I said, trying to sound sober but failing dismally.

‘Hey yourself’ she said, her lips curling into a smile as she realised I was half cut. ‘And have you had a good day?’

‘Yeah not bad, had a couple of beers, not many though. How was yours?’

‘You don’t want to know’ she half laughed, rolling her eyes.

‘No no I really do!’ I insisted. Frankly all I wanted was to keep her talking to me.

‘You do?’ She asked, looking at me up and down. ‘Fine come and have a beer with me and I’ll tell you’ and with that she walked down the corridor towards the lounge.

I followed, barely able to take my eyes off her ass – it was literally perfect. She was wearing a pair of shorts again, but this time with a sleeveless top tucked in. The shorts perfectly cased her ass, it was curvy and round, but at the same time so tight and toned.

She passed me a beer and sat on the sofa opposite me. ‘Your dad in?’ I said looking around.

‘No he’ll be late tonight, he’s working.’

‘Oh ok’ I said ‘So tell me whats up.’

‘Urghh it’s nothing really’ she said, rolling her head back in frustration ‘Basically I’ve been seeing this guy, and I was supposed to be at his again tonight but he’s just told me he’s also been seeing someone else… and now they’re deciding to be exclusive.’

‘Damnnn I’m sorry, that sucks.’ I replied, trying so hard not to look at her legs. ‘were you guys serious?’

‘No not at all, but it was just nice to have someone to… you know…’ she broke off, blushing.

‘Yeah I get that, trust me it’s been a while for me.’ I said, and instantly regretted.

‘Oh really.. handsome guy like you.. I thought you’d have girls queuing up for you.’

I felt my cock stir knowing she had thought about me like that. ‘Unfortunately not, I don’t really have time to date.’

Just as the tension in the room had started to build I heard the front door. My heart sank, and my cock instantly gave up hope of anything further happening. Dave came into the lounge, greeting us both, after clearly finishing work early.

We all chatted for a while before I retired to my bedroom. The ceiling light was giving me a headache so I turned it off and lay there in the darkness. I heard Lily coming down the corridor and heard her go into her room, as she did so something lit up behind my wardrobe. I wondered if I had left something plugged in and stood up to investigate. I peered behind the wardrobe and instead saw something much more interesting, a crack of light.. it was coming through the wall.

Since I hadn’t put any of my clothes in the wardrobe yet it was still quite light, and didn’t take too much effort to shift it 6 inches to the left. There was a small hole above a power socket, just below my eyeline – it looked like it had been left by an electrician. I pressed my face against the wall and had to stifle a gasp, there was a full view of Lily’s bedroom, with the foot of her beautiful wooden bed facing me. It had 4 corner posts, but luckily no foot board, which means I could see the whole mattress. Lily was laying on her back, playing on her phone. I had a momentary panic that if she looked up she would see me, but the hole was so small, and as long as I kept my light off there would be no light to give me away.

I watched her for about 15 minutes before she got up, stretching next to the bed and yawning she pulled her sleeveless top off over her head, revealing a sexy black lacy bra, she really had been expecting to see her friend with benefits tonight.. My heart raced as she reached behind her and unhooked it, sliding it down her arms then turning to face my wall. Her breasts were nothing short of perfection, 32C if I had to guess, pert and juicy with small pink nipples. She surprised me as she grabbed one, massaging it then letting it go, clearly missing the touch she was waiting for tonight. My cock had never been harder, I started stroking it, imagining it was my hand caressing her.

She unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down her smooth legs, revealing a matching black lacy thong. kartal escort I had to do everything in my power to stop myself from groaning. She bent over to pick up her pajamas giving me an incredible view of her ass, it was even better than in my imagination, with a sweep from her lower back, out to a round perky ass, each cheek like a peach, then down to a tiny shelf, before sweeping down her legs. I longed to reach out and touch it, squeeze it and hear her moans. Having picked up her pajamas she walked out of shot, and a moment later I heard the bathroom fan go on. 5 minutes later she was back wearing a big t shirt, and a small pair of panties that I could only glimpse when she bent over. She pulled back the covers and got into bed, flipping the lights off. I waited for 5 minutes to see if anything else was going to happen, but could hear the deep breaths of someone falling asleep.

I pulled back from the wall reeling from what I’d seen. I very quietly moved the wardrobe back to cover the hole and lay on the bed.. I started to stroke my cock again remembering what I’d seen, and before long I was cumming so hard, covering my chest and abs in hot cum.

The next day I’d just got back from the gym, I was sweaty and felt great. I practically bounded into the apartment nearly knocking Lily over, who was walking from the kitchen to her room with a cup of tea.

‘Oh my god I’m so sorry’ I said as I stabilised her, holding her upper arms to stop her from falling.

‘No problem!’ she said laughing, ‘oh damn my tea though’ she exclaimed as I realised most of the cup had ended up on the floor. She turned to go back to the kitchen but I stopped her.

‘No no let me mop it up, it was my fault! I’ll bring you a cup of tea to make up for it’ I said, overly apologetic.

She giggled, ‘Fine I’ll let you, after all.. it was your fault’ she flashed me a smile and went into her room.

I ran to the kitchen getting kitchen roll and flicking the kettle on, telling Dave I’d just spilt something outside but I was dealing with it. After I’d mopped up the spillage and made a new tea I walked down the corridor to Lily’s room. Just before knocking a thought hit me.. I wondered what she was doing in there..

Silently I walked past her bedroom door to my own, putting the tea down on the side I slowly moved the wardrobe. Peering through the hole in the wall I saw her in her towel, she must be about to shower.. interesting that knowing I’m about to knock on her door she’s got undressed though..

I walked back down the corridor and knocked on her door, ‘Piping hot tea, in a mug this time rather than on the floor’ I said.

‘Hold on just coming’ she said.

A minute later she opened the door, clutching the towel to her body. The towel was slightly too short, meaning I could see right up to her upper leg, just tantalisingly below her crotch.

She was blushing, and avoiding my eye contact. I wondered again why she had chosen to get undressed so quickly, when she was expecting my visit to bring her tea.

‘Thanks’ she said, taking the mug from me.

As she reached out for it the towel fell away slightly from her breasts, and I got the quickest flash of nipple before she gasped and clamped the towel back to her body.

‘Oh my god sorry’ she said, going even more red. Before I could answer she shut the door quickly.

My cock was rock hard as I practically sprinted the few meters to my door. I ran to the wardrobe, moving it out the way and looking through my peeping hole eagerly. I was not disappointing, and had to stop myself from gasping too loudly, giving myself away.

Lily was lying on her back on the bed, the towel discarded on the floor next to her. She had her legs spread, giving me a perfect view of her pussy, it was soft and hairless, and even from this distance I could tell it was wet and a bit puffy. She had her eyes closed and her hand between her legs, rubbing her clit as her back arched, making small moaning noises. Her other hand ran up her body and squeezed her breast, pinching her nipple, which caused her to cry out with a long ‘yessss’.

She looked like she was about to cum, getting faster and faster, her fingers almost a blur against her tight wet pussy. My cock felt the hardest it had ever been, throbbing as I stroked it, watching my 19 year old fantasy as she bucked and squirmed. Just before she came she started to whisper to herself, turning herself on with dirty talk.

‘Yes, god yes just like that, fuck me, fuck my pussy baby.. mm god cum in me, cum in me..’

Then, quite suddenly she started to stand up.. I wondered why she would stop just before cumming, and I hoped she wasn’t going to carry on in the bathroom where I couldn’t see her.

She shuffled to the end of her bed and my jaw dropped, she had retrieved a small bottle of lube, and poured a tiny bit onto the bed post. It was dark smooth varnished wood, about 4 or 5″ long with an undulating, almost ribbed shape, it looked perfect for her. She spread the lube over it, then standing and facing away from me with one foot on the floor and the other on the bed she started to lower herself down onto it.. I had the perfect view of her her tight, fit ass and her tight pussy slowly stretching to accommodate it.

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It was late in the evening, I was done with a day work and had holiday’s now so I thought to go to the country to visit my boyfriend tangoracer, I packed my stuff and jumped into my car driving to the country in my new cowgirl clothes.

I turned on the radio where I was listening the song I’m So Excited.

I Finally came on the country and ride to my boyfriend’s house and knocked on the door. he opened with only a towel around his middle, I walked in. he gave me some wine and we talked and before I could say that I love him he grabbed me and start kissing me intense.

While I sucks his tongue in my mouth he unbuttoned my shirt and bra, then he was starting to massage my boobs and I rip his towel off and played with his nipples, then I start to stroke his big erected cock, I start to give him kisses everywhere from his mouth to his belly to his dick to his balls and back up till I was by his dick again.

I start to put the tip in my mouth just the tip to tease him, he pendik escort moans loudly then I massages his balls, to make him moan more, then I shove his dick deep inside my throat.

He is going crazy and starts to hump in my mouth, I moan for him then he grabs me and pushes me on the bed and starts licking my pussy deep, I start to get crazy and start melting for him, I moan so full of pleasure.

He then starts to put his finger inside my pussy – I scream of pleasure. I kissed tangoracer while he was finger me.

Then he took me to the shower and puts the shower on and starts to soaping me in, I moaned he starts to kiss me again and I feel pushing his dick against my pussy, I moaned, he starts rubbing his cockhead against my clit I was loving the feeling of his dick rubbing my clit, I start to beg him for more, I wanted him to fuck me so hard and rough but he told me to wait till I am ready. I didn’t know what he means with that, So, I was start to sucking him again, maltepe escort I moaned and slurped on his cock while I sucking him under the shower. I begged him again for his big cock, but he told me I need to be patient and wait more, so I turned the shower off and dry myself off, I started to cook because he told me to wait before getting more so I cook the dinner. I was baking fish, then after the diner we were going to the pub with some friends. We got some beer, and a second one, and much more after that. We were going home where he starts to undress me slowly, after he undressed me he started to kiss me he tasted like beer. He slowly starts to nibble my nipples, then he lays me on the bed and pushed his cock in my mouth while he fucks my mouth he licked my tits and then my belly, then he flipped me around and starts to slowly rub my clit with the tip of his finger, he licks my tit and rubs my clit, he softly nibbles my nipple I moan while he does that, he was standing kartal escort up and start to fuck my mouth with his big cock, I was liking the way he fucks my mouth. He lies on me in pose 69 and he licks my clit and slowly my pussy I moaned of pleasure, my body starts to shaking and my breath becomes faster and before I know it I squirted much in his face.

Still recovering from the intense orgasm I had he starts to kissing me again with his tongue, I was kissing him with passion, he carried me to the shower where he turned the shower on and was soaping me in with a nice smelling soap while he was kissing every part of my body he was pushing his finger in my pussy, I let go a scream of pleasure he was slowly moving his finger inside my pussy up and down and moving his fingertips inside my pussy he was going a bit faster after some movements with his fingers.

I was so horny again, I started to stroke his hard dick again he pushes me on the knees and he started to fucked my mouth again. He began to shook and breath heavier then he shoots much streams of thick cum in my mouth I swallow it and he showers us off and carries me on the bed where we felled asleep

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Anniversary Celebration, Day Two

The bright sun glared unwelcomely through the small opening in the curtains when CJ awoke midmorning with a nagging headache. She sat up in bed as I handed her a cup of coffee. She pulled the sheet up to her waist but left her breasts uncovered and just the sight of my wife’s breasts brought back arousing images from the night before. I asked, “Did you have fun last night?” I laughed as I joked, “I think a few guys might have jacked off last night thinking about you.”

She giggled as she spoke, “Well… I can say for sure that Charles had a hard on for me,” and her smile turn sexy as she teased, “And he really liked to rub it against me… especially when we danced.”

An intense anguish overcame my thoughts as feelings of jealousy and my desire to watch my wife initiate me into the cuckold lifestyle with a man she had met only a few hour earlier. I felt my dick start to swell as I recalled images of them as they held each other with her hands around his neck.

My anxiety and insecurity, as well as my sexual arousal, grew as I vividly recalled her hands around his neck as they smiled and whispered into each other’s ears like lovers and then those confusing emotions of cuckold angst found a way into my thoughts once more. Charles’ friend Matt had glanced at me as I watched CJ and Charles’ lustful dance and he smiled knowingly as he heard my soft moan as Charles’ large hands slowly slide lower, they nearly covered her petite ass as he drew her in closer against him. She looked up at him and smiled as he pressed his hard cock against her. Her eye brows raised questionably as he smugly smiled and discreetly nodded.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her lovingly and I grew hard as I cupped her bare breasts and felt her nipples harden. She playfully caressed my hard dick then push me away and told me,

“You better save that for later, I’m hungry and need more coffee. Let’s go get breakfast.”

The restaurant was full with the weekend morning breakfast crowd and we were told it would be a considerable wait for a table. Matt and Charles had already been seated and they waved us over and offered to share their booth. Charles stood as he wittingly steered CJ to sit on his side of the booth leaving me to sit next to Matt as he slid over and patted the seat next to him.

We enjoyed our breakfast and I felt my dick start to swell as I watched the sensual teasing between CJ and Charles. She would turn towards Charles as they playfully flirted and her hand would go under the table and my dick swelled as I imagined her rubbing his cock as we devoured our breakfast. As we parted CJ hugged both of them but Charles held her a bit longer. Charles said he was going to spend some time at the pool and hoped he might run into her later.

We returned to our room and could see the pool below us. CJ commented how fast it was filling up with guest. She searched through her luggage and grabbed a few things then hurried off to the bathroom closing the door behind her.

A short time later CJ emerged from the bathroom in a tiny two piece teal swim suit that I had not yet seen. She smiled and gracefully spun around as she modeled her new swim suit. The small cups barely covered her small Breasts, but her ass was nude except for a thin G-string that was mostly hidden between her petite cheeks. She smiled as she asked, “Do you like it?” She posed with her hip thrush to the side with her hand on her hip and she defiantly added, “I have always wanted the courage to wear a Wicked Weasel… So I thought I would surprise you and I ordered one a few weeks before for our trip.”

I was almost speechless but found the words, “Well…you have surprised me.” I stared at her nearly nude body and stammered, “Do I dare let you loose in the pool area”? I noticed her vulva was quite visible as the thin material stretched over her pussy and I asked, “Did you shave?” She smiled wickedly as she nodded, “I went to the spa before we left and got a Brazilian Wax.”

She laughed and kissed me on the cheek as she told me, “I’m going down to the pool for a couple hours… Why don’t you go play some carps and I will catch up with you later.” She knew I loved the game and could spend hours playing and she also knew I loved the cuckold teasing game.

She slipped on a shear see-through tunic that left almost nothing to the imagination. She topped off her outfit with a wide brimmed turquoise colored beach hat. I stared at her nearly naked body and playfully wondered out loud, “You think they will let you in the pool area like that?”

She stood on her toes and gave me a light kiss on the lips and replied as she picked up her bag and hurried to the door, “It is an adult pool so they will be no kiddies.” I watched the door as it slowly closed and her image lingered in my mind and my cuckold angst started to return as I wondered if she was actually wearing the new bathing suit to impress someone else.

I stood at the window and watched pendik escort through my binoculars and shortly thereafter spotted CJ’s turquoise hat as she came through the gate into the adult pool area and wandered over to the bar. She graciously slid onto one of the tall bar stools as the bartender approached her. I saw the bartender give her a drink and he stood and talked to her for several minutes, then he turned and picked up a resort phone and placed it in front of CJ. She dial a number and talked for only a few moments. She said something to the bartender and he returned with two more drinks and sat them in front of her.

A short time later Charles appeared dressed in a flowered shirt that was short enough to reveal his skin tight trunks. He hugged CJ and she kissed him on the cheek as he pulled one of the high bar stools closer to her. He sat facing her with his legs slightly opened and I intently watched as he picked up one of the drinks and took a sip.

As I watched through my binoculars I noticed the swell of his cock under his skin tight swim suit was clearly displayed for her. My confusing cuckold emotions increased as he casually put his arm around her and rested it on the back of the stool. My dick continued to swell as I watched his hand caress her bare shoulder.

She reared back laughing from something Charles had said and when she leaned forward I saw her hand rest on his bare thigh. Not long after they stood and picked up their drinks and I watched Charles lead her from the pool area with his hand low on her bare back as my arousal quickly overtook my thoughts as I imagined CJ on her knees sucking his cock.

It was close to an hour later when I spotted them as they walked back into the pool area and found two loungers together. I moaned as Charles led CJ down the stairs into the clear water. She swam up to him and he playfully took her in his arms and pulled her tight against him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as his hands slid lower and cupped her petite ass and I caught my breath as he pulled her against him and their lips met in a lingering kiss.

I gasped loudly and my dick became extremely hard as I watched her climb the stairs and realized her wicked weasel was now nearly transparent, her tiny pink nipples clearly visible. Charles placed his hand low on her back and arrogantly paraded his prize in front of the partiers back to their loungers.

My angst increase even more as Charles drizzled lotion onto CJ’s feet and legs as she lay face down and he proceeded to massage the lotion into her bare skin. breathing slowed as I watch him gently work the lotion over her feet and his hands slowly moved up her legs spreading the lotion over her bare thighs. I gasped and caught my breath as I watched his thumbs slip between her thighs I imagined her soft moans as he gently caressed her wet pussy shielded only by the thin material of the Wicked Weasel.

I sat in the chair and started to slowly stroke my hard dick as he squeezed more lotion onto her nearly bare ass and I instinctively moaned as I watched his hands cup her ass as he started to slowly caress it as he rubbed the lotion to her sensitive area. I recognized the young black man from the previous night in the lounge as he watched the public erotica display. He was dressed in clothes that made it obvious that he was part of the hotel staff. I would later learn he was in charge of the daytime security staff.

CJ’s legs slightly parted as his hand slipped between her thighs and he looked up towards our room and arrogantly smiled. I was not sure if it was my imagination or her arousal as I noticed her ass slightly, almost unnoticeable, began to slowly rock. His hands slowly worked their way higher and he untied the string that held her revealing top. I saw her turn to him and she laughed as she shook her head and said sometime.

As she rolled onto her back she cupped her top against her breasts as she tried not to expose herself to the numerous spectators’ that had started to watch their public display. He started at her feet and slowly massaged his way higher. His hands were smoothing the lotion over her legs as he continued to work his way higher. My dick swelled more as her legs slightly opened and Charles’ thumbs disappeared into the bare skin of her inner thighs. She looked up towards our window and graciously pulled his hand from between her thighs.

He continued to apply the lotion and his hands slowly cresses the lotion into her skin. He took the bottle and squeezed some lotion into his palms and smiled as her rubbed his hands together and then placed them on her chest and he paused as they looked at each other and then his slick hands slowly slid underneath her top. I could see his hands move under the tiny top as he massaged the lotion on her breasts. He looked disappointed as she said something and he withdrew his hands and he continued to rub the lotion over her shoulders.

Eventually he lay back on his lounger and they playfully chatted maltepe escort as they ordered another drink from the bar. Finally CJ finished her drink and they both stood. CJ started to slip into her tunic only to have Charles take the thin cover up from her. I watched their excited conversation as CJ laughed and shook her head several times. CJ must have finally given in to Charles’ pleads as I watched her pull her pool bag over her shoulder and draped her cover up over her forearm.

Their embraced lasted several moments and CJ smiled as she kissed him quickly on the cheek before walking back into the casino, her petite ass exposed except for the tiny thong string. Through my binoculars I focused on Charles’ knowing smile as he watch CJ walk away and my arousal soon overcame my jealousy as I imagined Charles’ between CJ’s spread legs as he held her legs on his shoulders and forced his cock into CJ’s wet pussy…I imagined her cries of desire as his cock pushed deep.

A short time later I heard her unlock the door and the first thing I noticed was that she had at some point put her cover up back on. I wondered if she had walked through the casino in only the tiny Wicked Weasel. It was obvious she had several drinks while at the pool.

She sensuously kissed me as her tongue slipped into my mouth and our tongues played. As our kiss broke she pulled back just a bit and with a questioning look she stared into my eyes as if waiting for some kind of reaction and acceptance then shrewdly smiled as she prepared us another drink.

I told her how I had spotted her and Charles as they sat at the bar and shared a few drinks, but I didn’t tell her I watched her and Charles walk away.

I watched her face looking for any sign of deception as she tenderly held me. Her hand slipped behind my head and she again pulled me to her as our lips met in a very passionate kiss and she whispered, “You know you love it when I expose myself to other men… don’t you…admit it…”

I moaned as our lips met again as I felt her hand slide over my dick as it grew and became uncomfortable in my shorts. I didn’t mention how much I had observed of her and Charles. She turned to walk towards the window and jerked the sheer curtains all the way open to reveal the floor to ceiling window and a good view of the boardwalk… and nearby casinos… I wondered to myself if she was looking to see our view of the pool.

Just a short distance away was another tall tower with windows revealing all the numerous quest rooms that faced ours. She stood in the window in the swim suit and cover up she had worn to the pool. She smiled coyly as she turned to face me and as she slowly pulled on the satin belt and sensuously spoke, “You tell me when to stop… okay Baby?” She started to sway erotically as she slipped the cover up off her shoulders and held it out for me to take.

As I stepped forward she snapper, “No! Strip first.”

Hesitantly, I slipped my t-short over my head and slipped off my sandals and soon after my shorts fell and were quickly kicked aside. I hastily walked to her and took the garment from her outstretched hand. I nervously looked at the tower across from us and wondered aloud, “Do you think anyone is watching us?

She again took my head and kissed me passionately and then told me, “I hope so…Why don’t you turn that chair towards me and have a seat and just enjoy the show…” As I turned the chair she held her hand out to me and repeatedly bend her finger in a come hinder motion as her hips swayed to the music coming from our blue tooth speaker and she waved for me to move the chair as she directed me, “Push the chair closer… closer… closer… right there.”

CJ stood in front of the window and her hips sensuously swayed to the music. She turned to look out the window and her hands reached back and slowly pulled the tiny string that held the tiny top. I sat in the chair and took my hard dick in my hand just as she dropped the top to the side and she stood topless as she gazed out the window.

I watched intently as she cupped and gently caressed her pale breasts as she stood and looked out the window and she softly murmured, “Oh Baby… just imagine all those men out there watching me…” She moaned as she purred,” Just imagine them stroking those nice big hard cocks thinking about how good my lips would feel as I suck their cocks…You know they want to fuck me…especially Charles,” CJ knew how aroused I got when she began her erotic teasing.

I moaned as my hand moved slowly up and down the hard shaft and as she turned to me she cupped her small breasts as she concealed her small breasts from my view. She softly spoke, “I ran into Charles at the pool and we had a few drinks together?” She paused as her hands lightly moved over her breasts as she caressed them and she looked into my eyes before she added, “He offered to show me his upgraded luxury guest room.” She smiled as she looked at me questionably.

I could see the kartal escort arousal in her eyes and sultry smile as she waited for my reaction. I felt my orgasm as it approached and my hand slowed as it moved up and down the hard shaft and I meekly asked, “Was it a nice luxury guest room?” I anxiously looked into her face as she smiled at my obvious response.

Her hips sensuously swayed as she slowly walked towards me, her arms dropped to her sides and she exposed her small breasts and tiny pink nipples to me. She laughed as she teased, “Nice try…

That’s a leading question. You’re assuming I took him up on his offer.”

She stood with her legs slightly parted and I stared intently at her fingers gradually pulled the strings and her thong feel to the floor and I excitedly watched as she bent at the waist and exposed her petite ass to all the voyeurs across from us as she picked up the tiny garment. She paused and looked up at me as she softly spoke, “But yes… it is a very nice room… with a very nice view of the boardwalk.”

She stood and walked back to the window and her hands pressed against the window and she posed for several moments as she softly continued, “I was a bit hesitant at first.” She paused as if in a deep thought before she added, “I think we both know that Charles’ is a dominate man and he expected much more than just rubbing his hard cock against me last night.”

CJ walked back to me and knelt between my outstretched legs and took my hard dick in her hand. Her tiny hand moved slowly along the hard shaft. She smiled mischievously as droplets of semen oozed out and my dick became slick as her hand moved slowly up and down the shaft and she slyly smile at me as she asked, “Would you like me to help you with this? I know how much you like it when I stroke your dick.”

I moaned and nodded as she started to tell me about going to Charles’ room.

“After we left the pool Charles led me through the casino towards the tower elevators and I became more excited as we walked arm in arm through the casino,” she paused before she continued, “I could feel myself getting wetter as men stared at my sparsely covered body.”

“We got on the elevator and made our way to the back as it filled with hotel guest. We were pressed into the back corner as the elevator became crowded as more people rushed to catch the elevator. I felt his hand as he began to blatantly caress my bare ass covered only by my thin wrap.”

“I turned with a surprised look and stared into his eyes as he smiled slyly. I looked at the others and realized they seemed to not notice or care that Charles had pulled up the back of my tunic and was caressing my bare ass. My stunned look turned to one of acceptance and arousal as I smiled back at him.”

“We laughed hysterically after as we exited the elevator and walked briskly to his room as I tried in vain to stop his groping in the hallway. Charles slid his key into the lock and pushed the door open and with his hand on my ass led me into his luxury suite.”

“I sipped my drink as I walked around the room taking in all the extravagance. Still a single room but much larger with a nicely stocked wet bar and sitting area with an overstuffed sofa and two chairs that had been turned to face the ceiling to floor windows along the entire outside wall. I blushed with excitement as I imaged me and Charles on the king-size bed.”

Charles took my drink and offered, “Why don’t I refresh our drinks.”

“I walked to the window and looked down at all the people milling along the board walk. Charles handed me a fresh drink and I took my first sip of the strong liquor laced drink. I made a sour face and laughed as I asked, “What? You trying to get me drunk this early in the afternoon?”

“Charles chuckled as he wondered out loud, “Is it working? You know what they say… Candy is dandy but liquor is…” We both laughed at his attempt at the joke and then we paused as we looked into each other’s eyes.”

“Charles pull the drapes all the way open as I gazed out. Charles stepped back and sat on the sofa and started to slowly rub his growing cock. He moaned quietly to himself as I stood with my back to him as he stared at my tiny ass nearly naked except for a tiny string that held my top on and the string of my thong that disappeared between my cheeks and left my ass essentially bare. The sun shining through the window made the transparent pool cover even more transparent.”

“I turned and with mocked surprise as I watched him slowly rub his cock. I walked slowly to him as I stared at his impressive cock covered only by his skintight trunks. I sat facing him with my leg drawn up on the sofa, the other dangled over the edge of the sofa.”

“I opened my legs and felt the tiny bottom fabric stretch even tighter. Charles smiled wickedly as he looked at thin material that tightly clung to my hairless vulva leaving little to the imagination.”

“He stuck his hand down his trunks and adjusted his growing cock as he arrogantly spoke, ‘Excuse me but sitting here next to a nearly naked beautiful young lady does have an uncontrollable effect on my cock.’ His hand slipped back out as he straightened his manhood and the tip peeked out the top of his trunks.”

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The best way to describe Kelly and Rhonda’s life would be a wonderful mess. Rhonda had taken their relationship to the next level by seducing Kelly. Both of them realized how deeply in love they were with each other. The typical mother/son relationship had slowly disappeared over a two year time span and then Rhonda took a wild leap of faith and posed as an escort to finally see if what she felt was mutual or if her son was just playing games. It was love, lust and everything in between. Now they were free to express their real feelings for each other. Something was coming between them though; something you wouldn’t think would hurt a relationship like theirs. The problem was success.

The bank Rhonda worked for had gained confidence in her and she now had accounts not only in the states, but also in Europe and Australia. This meant working odd hours, flying to different cities for high profile business meetings and spending a lot more time away from home.

At the same time, Kelly had been promoted to office manager of the print shop he worked at. He was working longer hours during the week and on Saturdays. He sometimes even had to work on Sundays. The money was good and he enjoyed the new challenges that came with the responsibility, but just like his mother, he was away from home more often than not. When Kelly was getting up for work, Rhonda was fast asleep. When he arrived home in the evenings, she was at work and he would have to go to bed alone. They were both getting frustrated.

One Saturday, Kelly called in sick and stayed home. He showered and put on a t-shirt and shorts. Rhonda had been at the bank late, dealing with clients in other countries. She was supposed to go back in around 2 o’clock that afternoon, but Kelly was hoping to change her mind. At noon, Kelly crawled back into bed with his mom and started kissing her neck.

“Oh, that feels good honey,” she said in a sleepy voice. “What are you doing home from work today cutie pie?”

“I called in sick,” Kelly said, and then pretended to cough. “I just don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

Rhonda smiled. “I think you are missing your momma, that’s what I think.”

“Since when did you become such a good doctor? I believe you’ve diagnosed me correctly.” Kelly laughed and got up.

“Where are you going?” asked Rhonda.

“I have a surprise for you,” Kelly said, smiling at her.

He left the room and she got up and went to the bathroom. She put her long, beautiful dark hair up, brushed her teeth and washed her face. She was wearing a white, silky nightgown. It was low cut and Kelly had told her on several occasions how good she looked in it. Before leaving the bathroom, she picked up a pair of earrings that were shiny gold. They were the kind that dangled from her ears a little. Rhonda knew how much Kelly adored earrings on her, so she put them on and went back into her bedroom. She got back into bed and picked up her phone to check her emails. She heard a noise and looked up to see Kelly walking into the room carrying a tray. He sat it down across her lap. Her mouth fell open, then split into her gorgeous smile.

“You made me breakfast in bed?” she asked, smiling even more broadly at him.

“Yes I did,” Kelly said, smiling back at her. “I made you eggs, bacon, toast and coffee just the way you like it.”

“Oh my goodness; you are so sweet. This looks great sweetheart. You’re the best. Have you had breakfast yet?” Instead of answering, he walked back into the hallway and brought in a second tray. He sat in bed next to his mother and they had breakfast together.

After they had finished, Kelly took their trays to the kitchen and came back into the bedroom to find Rhonda on her cell phone. She had turned on her stereo. It was playing music softly in the background. Rhonda was in mid-conversation with someone on the phone.

“Tell him I’ll be in late this afternoon… I have personal business to attend to… yes, I know… It’s nothing that can’t wait a couple of hours… okay, I will… bye.” She smiled at Kelly. “You’re sick and I have, ‘personal business’ to take care of. That means we have a few hours before I have to leave. What are we going to do with ourselves?” She laughed.

“I can think of a few things,” Kelly said, smiling back at her.

“Really,” she purred, “Well, why don’t you come over here and show me some?”

Kelly slid into bed next to his mother and they began to kiss. He kissed her neck and nibbled her ear.

“You’re giving me goosebumps,” pendik escort Rhonda said with a giggle. They wrapped their arms around each other and let their tongues play deep in each other’s mouths. Kelly ended up on his back with Rhonda over him; still kissing like mad. Kelly started to take his shirt off, but Rhonda stopped him.

“Let me,” she whispered, looking into his eyes. She pulled his shirt up and off of him, and then she removed his shorts. Rhonda gazed at her son’s nude body, and then took his hands in hers and pulled him up to a seated position next to her. She slowly and seductively lowered one of the spaghetti straps of her nightgown and then the other, letting the nightgown fall around her waist. This exposed her beautiful breasts to him. She cupped Kelly’s face in her hands and leaned close as she spoke softly. “Make love to me, Kelly. Make love to your mother.”

They grabbed each other in a fierce embrace, kissing wildly. Their bodies were tangled up together. Her nightgown was thrown to the floor. Kelly pulled her on top of him and buried his face in Rhonda’s tits; kissing, rubbing, squeezing and sucking on them. Rhonda moaned in pleasure.

“Oh yeah baby,” she said, “don’t stop. Suck on your mommy’s tits.” They rolled over and now Kelly was on top of her, sucking hard on one of her nipples. He lightly bit it, making Rhonda squeal a little. His tongue traced around her areola and flicked across her swollen nipple. He licked between her breasts, all the way up to her neck. At the same time, he rubbed his thumbs on both of Rhonda’s erect, spit covered nipples. He put a hand on each of her breasts and squeezed as he put his face in her neck and kissed; finally moving to her mouth. They put their arms around each other and kissed deeply. After breaking the kiss, she put her hands flat on his chest. Looked at him with fire in her eyes and spoke sternly, “Put it inside me Kelly. Put your cock back where it belongs. Give Momma your sweet cock. Right now baby; fuck me.”

Kelly slid his hard cock into her warm, wet pussy. She gasped and moaned as he gave her every inch; burying his shaft inside her, all the way to the hilt. He looked down at her and started a slow, steady rhythm; giving her exactly what she wanted.

“Oh my god,” Rhonda moaned, “you are so fuckin’ hot. My little boy knows how to make Mommy happy.” Kelly worked his prick in and out of her; slowly, but steadily. She continued to talk to him as he fucked her. “I’ve been thinking about you. Did you know that? I sit at work and think about fucking my little boy and how wrong it is. I get so fuckin’ horny I have to lock my office door and make myself cum. I think about you and finger my pussy until I cum. That’s what you do to me. That’s what you do to me Kelly.” She grits her teeth and grunts loudly as he increases the rhythm of his cock pumping in and out of his mother.

“Oh Momma, you feel so good,” Kelly says as his breathing becomes heavier. “No one turns me on like you. You are so beautiful. I love having my cock inside you. I love how your pussy feels.”

Again and again Kelly pumped his dick into his mother’s hole. The sound of flesh on flesh was growing louder as he banged her with more intensity. Rhonda was crying out in total bliss as Kelly started pounding his cock with even more force into her.

“Oh fuck!” she wailed. “Give it to me little boy. I want to feel your cum inside Mommy’s cunt! Pound my pussy. C’mon baby, fuck the shit out of me. Fuck me harder; HARDER!”

Kelly looked at the pleasure and lust on his mother’s face with her head resting on a pillow. With Rhonda’s hair done up, he could see her shiny, gold earrings swaying from Rhonda’s ears with every thrust of his cock into her pussy. He had her legs up on his shoulders, working his prick in and out of her. Her brown eyes, which looked so much like his own, were staring back at him. She was holding on to the headboard. Kelly repositioned himself by letting her legs down and leaning over her. She wrapped her legs around him, bringing Kelly’s body closer over hers. She put her arms around him as he slammed his cock into her with all his might.

Rhonda screamed, “Cum baby cum! Fill me up! Cum for me! Oh fuck! Oh my god! Do it! Cum for Mommy!”

With her mouth wide open she let out a gut-wrenching scream as she climaxed. At the same time, Kelly’s cock erupted inside of her thoroughly punished fuck hole. Every muscle in his body tightened as he shot stream after stream of his seed inside maltepe escort of his mother. He was so overcome by his explosive orgasm, he thought he was about to black out. Rhonda’s body shook and jerked from the all consuming pleasure. Her cunt was so tight around his shaft, empting every last drop of cum from his balls.

“Oh yes,” Rhonda hissed, “oh yes, oh yes; holy shit! That is exactly what I needed baby. I love you so much.”

“I love you,” gasped Kelly.

They wrapped their arms around each other. They could both feel the hot, sticky mess of their sex that had squirted all over their lower stomachs and ran down their legs. The spot under the place that Kelly’s cock was still deep in Rhonda’s cum filled pussy was soaked; the bedsheets and covers were drenched with their juices.

They held each other, but in the midst of their passion, they had forgotten the stereo was on. Rhonda had tuned the radio to an oldies station. As they lay together, trying to catch their breaths, the lyrics to a familiar song reached their ears.

“But I… can’t… help… falling in love… with… you.”

One Week Later…

“You want to do what?” asked Kelly.

“I want to go on vacation,” replied Rhonda.

“We haven’t been on a vacation in forever. Where do you want to go?”

Rhonda smiled, “Definitely, the beach. It’s only a few hours away and I’m dying to spend time with you honey.”

“I know,” Kelly sighed, “I cherish our time together Mom. I think a vacation is an excellent idea.”

A few days later, they put their luggage into Rhonda’s car and were preparing to head to the beach. It was very early. Kelly started to open the driver’s side door, but Rhonda stopped him.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she said in a stern voice, but with a smile playing at her lips.

“What do you mean?” asked Kelly.

“It’s my car, so I drive. Got it?”

“Are you sure?” asked Kelly. “I don’t mind driving.” She playfully slapped his hand off the door handle and then gave him a swift kiss on the cheek.

Rhonda was wearing blue jean shorts, her World’s Greatest Mom t-shirt and sandals. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she wore a Carolina Panthers ball cap. They got in, Kelly in the passenger’s seat, and she started the car. They were headed towards the coast.

As the trip went on, light conversation turned serious. Rhonda asked, “Be honest with me sweetheart; when we make love, do you like what I say to you?”

“Are you kidding?” Kelly exclaimed. “You turn me on even more when you talk dirty like that.”

“Really?” she said, shooting him a seductive smile.

“More than you know,” Kelly replied. “There is something about the…” Kelly hesitated, searching for the right words, “I don’t know how else to say it.”

Rhonda put her hand on his leg. “Just say it honey. There’s nothing you can’t tell me. I want to know. I’m dying to know, actually.”

Kelly took a deep breath. “There is something about the perverse, taboo nature of our relationship that drives me absolutely wild. Hearing my own mother reaffirming her lust and desire for me, well, I can’t explain it.”

Rhonda’s grip on his leg was tighter. “Something that is normally so wrong, but it being so real and it is actually happening between us; I think it brings out a sexual intensity; one I’ve never experienced.” she said, not meeting his gaze.

“Yes,” Kelly interjected, “it brings our passion to a new level. As a matter of fact, I would love it if you get really nasty, I mean completely filthy with me when we fuck.” Rhonda took her hand off of his leg and covered her mouth. She could feel her face turning red.

“You would really like that?” she asked.

“Yeah, I would,” said Kelly, looking out the window, now feeling his face burning red as well.

The condo they were staying at overlooked the beach. Kelly brought in their luggage. “What do you want to do first?” asked Kelly.

“I would love to hit the water,” Rhonda said as she gazed out the window at the beach, “but I’m a little tired from the drive.”

“We can wait a while if you want,” said Kelly.

“I think I’m going to grab a shower, then let’s see how we feel.”

Kelly walked outside and watched the waves come in while his mother showered. It was so nice to not have to worry about work or responsibility, even if it was only for just a few days. After a while he came back inside and thought he heard the sound of a hair dryer coming from kartal escort one of the bathrooms. Kelly flipped on the television. In just a little while, Rhonda came out of the bathroom wearing a short, white robe tied in the fromt.

“Are you ready to hit the beach?” she asked, smiling.

“Are you serious?” Kelly said, looking at her. “You’ve fixed your hair and even done your makeup. Do you really want to go out there?”

“Rhonda smiled slyly. “Well, I guess we don’t have to go anywhere, but I did where this just for you.” She untied the robe and let it drop to the floor. She was wearing a red, sequin/glitter bikini. Kelly’s mouth fell open. “Do you like what you see?” she asked.

“Um, oh my god, you look so amazing… I can’t even… oh my god.” Kelly stammered.

Rhonda walked to the bed. “I can tell you like it; I see that huge bulge in your shorts. Come here baby,” she said seductively, “let Momma take care of you.”

She pulled off his shirt, pushed him back on the bed and got between his legs. “Let me see that big cock of yours,” she purred as she pulled his shorts off. “Oh my, that’s my big boy.” Rhonda took one finger and wiped off some pre-cum from the tip of his cock, and then she licked her finger clean, smiling and giggling. She then slid her tongue from the bottom of his shaft all the way to the top, teasingly licking the head. “Now Mommy’s going to suck your cock; is that what you want baby?”

“Yes Mommy,” Kelly breathed. “Please, suck my cock.”

She wrapped her wet mouth around Kelly’s manhood and took it all in. Slowly she moved her mouth all the way down and back up again. After doing this several times, she took him all in again and then drug her fingernails down his stomach, making Kelly shiver.

“You like that baby?” she said, looking up at him. “You dirty little boy; putting your hard dick in your own mother’s mouth; such a naughty, naughty little boy.” She suddenly spits on his cock and grips it with her hand. She starts slowly jerking him as she puts her mouth on his balls and sucks.

“Oh my god,” Kelly cried out. “Oh Momma, that feels so good. Please, don’t stop!” She caressed his aching balls with one hand while still sucking on them and at the same time she pumped her other hand up and down his rod. Kelly was shaking, but Rhonda was unrelenting. She slammed her mouth back over Kelly’s prick and started working it fast and hard; making slight retching noises every time his cock hit the back of her throat.

“C’mon baby, fuck my mouth. Fuck your mother’s mouth, do you understand me?” her voice growing stern. “I said I want my son to fuck my mouth. Do it!”

Kelly sat up quickly and pushed her off into the floor. He stood up and grabbed his mother by the hair of her head, making her yelp in surprise, and then pulled her up to her knees, ramming his cock back into her open mouth. He was thrusting into her while pushing the back of her head with both hands on to his cock. Rhonda reached around and grabbed Kelly’s ass, then she started gagging.

“Is that what you want?” Kelly shouted at her. “Huh? Is that what you want? Does Mom want her little boy’s cock down her throat? Then take it! Take every inch; take it down your throat!”

Rhonda pulled her mouth free long enough to screech, “Yes! Oh fuck yes, I want to be my son’s whore!”

Again and again he banged his mother’s face furiously. She cut her eyes up at him as she moaned and gagged. Kelly wrapped his fingers in her hair. Her fingernails were dug into Kelly’s ass cheeks and he could feel the orgasm building.

“Oh Mommy, I’m gonna cum! Oh my god I’m gonna cum! Oh my god; oh my god!”

Kelly let off the back of her head, so she could pull her mouth off when he came, but instead, she pulled him closer and sucked even harder; her screams were muffled by the dick about to erupt inside her mouth. Finally Kelly exploded, sending torrents of sperm flooding into his mother’s mouth. He bent forward, overcome by the blinding orgasm pulsing through his whole body. His cock throbbed, sending out jet after jet of cum, filling Rhonda’s mouth. She tried to swallow as much as she could, but her son’s seed was too much. It covered the inside of her mouth and dribbled out each side, running down her chin.

Kelly sat back on the bed and tried to catch his breath. Rhonda stood up, then put a hand on each of his legs and leaned in close. She opened her mouth and Kelly saw his pearly white sperm stringing from her teeth and tongue, and covering her lips. As she tried to regain her composure, she closed her mouth and swallowed hard. Still leaning in close, she slowly and obscenely, licked her lips.

“It’s time for you to take a shower now,” she panted. “I’m not through with you yet young man.”

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I was tired. ‘Dog-tired’, as the saying goes. The warm water coursed down my body soothing away some of the aches and pains of a thirteen hour flight from Sydney. Twenty-six hours of flying for a 3 hour meeting, 3 hours of waiting at the airport for my return flight, and two hours of traffic on the 405 back to my home in Huntington Beach. At the moment, I was feeling every one of my 42 years old.

I finished my shower and toweled off. Looking at my watch I saw that it was just past 9:00 o’clock. Was it a.m. or p.m.? My head was too foggy to know from the time change and travel. Wiping the steam from the mirror I looked at my reflection. Wearily I shaved and brushed my teeth thinking all the time about how good my bed was going to feel when I finally dropped myself into it. For 42 I was still in pretty decent shape. Granted I didn’t have the lean toned body I once had but I was in better shape physically than many men my age.

Setting my tooth-brush back on the counter I picked up the silver framed photo sitting nearby. My wife of 17 years, Amanda, looked back at me smiling, her arms wrapped around our daughter, Mandy on her 13th birthday. Both were giggling. I had taken the photo that day years ago and had never been happier. I thought it would last forever. Forever turned out to be just hours. The photo was the last I had of Amanda.

Two days after Mandy’s birthday her mother collapsed in our kitchen having suffered a massive stroke. It had happened about 10:00 o’clock in the morning while Mandy was at school and I was at work. When my daughter called me at 3:30 saying that she hadn’t been picked-up, and her Mom wasn’t answering the phone, I knew there was something wrong. Something was so very wrong. She was only 36 when she had died. I felt guilt when this happened. I still felt it all these years later though the doctors told me had I been there, the moment it happened, and gotten her to the hospital with haste, there still would have been nothing they could have done to save her.

That first year had been hard. I didn’t know how to handle or deal with a teenaged girl. I admit freely I wasn’t a very good father during that period either. I worked many hours and I was angry. At 36 I was a widower and a single father to a budding teenaged girl. We battled! Oh lord how we battled that first year. It was hard on us both but eventually we had called a quiet truce. And over the last few years we’d become more than just father and daughter. We’d become friends. I taught her to golf, she taught me to be cool, or so she thought. Hell, I’d always been cool. She just didn’t know it.

As of late though, she seemed to change. Her demeanor was different on a day to day basis. I assumed it was just the adjustment from high school to college. The stress of growing up.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and walked into my bedroom. I was surprised to find Mandy sitting there looking at me crossed legged on the bed, looking so very much like her Mother. In fact, my wife used to sit the same way waiting for me to finish my shower after a business trip in a faded UCLA Bruins T-shirt.

I felt a yearning deep in my soul and it made my heart ache again like it hadn’t ached for some time now.

At 5’2″, and roughly 125 lbs, Mandy was an exact replica of her mother at that same age when she and I first met. We were both in our 1st year at UCLA at the time and my mind flashed back to that very first meeting….

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It was a Saturday night in November of 1984. The Bruins had just defeated cross town rival USC. USC had already clinched the PAC-10 title and was going to the Rose Bowl. It made the win that much sweeter for our school. It was the 3rd year in a row we had beaten the mighty Trojans!

I was eighteen and pretty drunk when I bumped into a tiny wisp of girl with blonde curls cascading well past her shoulders. I spilled half of my beer right down the front of her Bruins t-shirt.

“You fucking idiot this is a brand new shirt,” she screamed at me over Duran Duran’s ‘Hungry like the Wolf.’

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Looking back now I have to laugh. It was a rather inauspicious first meeting with the woman who would become my wife a year later the mother to my only child 5 years later and the only woman I had ever been to bed with.

I was a virgin as was Amanda when we met. In the six years she’d been gone I hadn’t wanted or pendik escort even considered taking another woman to bed.

“Hi Daddy,” Mandy said with a sigh. Her breasts heaved slightly and were accentuated by the same faded UCLA Bruins T-shirt that I had spilled beer on when I was a freshman in college. That T-shirt brought back many memories of her mother. She’d worn it on our first date. It was the first shirt I had taken off Amanda to reveal her beautiful breasts. She’d worn that shirt and nothing else the whole next day as we made love again and again in my apartment.

Mandy’s tanned legs and smooth round thighs stuck out from under her short skirt. Sitting like she was a substantial amount of her skin was visible to me and I felt a stirring in my groin that I was knew was wrong. Her thick blonde hair fell in curls around her shoulders.

She looked so much like her mother.

In the past couple of months I had been noticing more and more how much like her mother she really was. How she walked… talked… flipped her hair out her eyes… chewed on her bottom lip when she was feeling pensive about something. All reminded me so much of my dear Amanda.

“Hi baby,” I said, sitting on the edge of my bed. “Is there something wrong?”

She turned her face away and drew a deep breath. Her breasts were impossible to ignore in the faded paper-thin baby blue t-shirt with the Gold nearly impossible now to see UCLA letters stretched across them. Of late, she’d taken to wearing the shirt on what seemed a daily basis. I never asked her how she got her hands on it or where she had even found.

When she faced me, I could see tears in her eyes.

“What is it honey? Talk to Daddy.”

After what seemed an eternity of silence she spoke. Even her voice sounded like her mother and my heartache.

“It’s been six years Daddy,” she began poignantly her voice soft. “Six years today,” she paused, and then continued in a more rushed voice, “I just miss her so much. There are so many things I feel like I have missed out on not having a mother. So many things she hadn’t taught me that I need to learn.”

“Hey,” I said, with a slight laugh trying to bring a smile to my beautiful daughters face, “what? Your old man is chopped liver? Haven’t I taught you some good things?”

I knew full well what today’s date was and I had tried to put it out of my mind. Losing the love of your life is not something you get over. It is something you learn to live with. After six years I still had a hard time trying to live without my wife.

“Oh daddy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound like you haven’t been there. You have. You are the best Dad ever. But teaching me how to hit out of a sand trap isn’t exactly what I meant.” She tried not to smile as she said that last bit but did in spite of herself.

Her smile faded as quickly as it had come. She looked at me very intently her eyes boring into mine. Her mother’s eyes.

“Daddy?” she began, “Was Mom a good lover?”

I have to admit I was a little surprised by the question but I answered without hesitation.

“Yes, honey she was.”

“Why?”

I guess I had never thought about exactly WHY my wife had been such an amazing lover. We had been each others first and only sexual partners (well, sort of, but that is a story for another time). Was it because I didn’t know any different? Was it her willingness and openness to experimenting with new things, positions, and sexual games?

“Well…..” I hesitated not really sure how to answer. Not really sure why my daughter was asking this question of me.”

“Well?” she questioned. Impatiently. “Well, what?”

“It’s hard to explain why someone is a good lover honey…”

“I don’t care somebody, daddy. I want to know if mom a good lover? What made her good? What did she do that made her good? You guys were eighteen when you two met. Did you teach her how to be a good lover? I mean I’m sure you both had experiences before meeting each other, right?”

Her questions came at me in a rush and I didn’t know how to answer her. “Whoa, baby! Hold on, slow down! Where’s this coming from Manda.” The words came out of my throat harshly. I didn’t mean them to be or sound, harsh and she didn’t seem to notice I called her Manda (like I use to call her Mom) as opposed to Mandy.

“Please Daddy,” My daughter pleaded with me, her eyes smoldered and they pierced my heart. “I need to know.”

“Where is this coming from Mandy?” I asked again softer this time though she didn’t seem to hear me.

“I’m sorry Daddy. I didn’t mean to upset.” Tears welled in her eyes and she started to rise from her sitting position.

Gently, maltepe escort I reached out to her to keep her seated. “No, I’m sorry honey. I didn’t mean to snap at you like that. I’ll answer your questions,” I shrugged, “you just….I guess…. kind of caught me off guard.”

I tried to ignore the fact that I was sitting there with nothing more than a towel wrapped around my waist as I tried to gather my thoughts to answer my baby’s questions.

Slowly, the words formed in my brain and made their way to my lips, my mind drifting with memories of the feel and the touch of my wife. Of how her lips tasted against mine. How her body would melt into mine as I would slide into her. How her inner most core tasted on my lips. I will always remember her taste. Sweeter than the sweetest taste I could have ever imagine.

“There are a lot of reasons why your mother was a good lover honey. We were always open and I guess open-minded about sex. It was the 80’s and there was a lot of stuff going on. We were both virgins when we met…”

“Wait! WHAT?”

“What?” I asked momentarily coming out of my revere.

“You were BOTH virgins?” Mandy asked, in a shocked voice.

I nodded with a half smile. “Yes,” I answered, “we were.”

“Oh my god,” Mandy said in shocked voice.

“What? We were eighteen. Freshman. We were kids.”

“Well yeah Daddy, I know that. But Nana and Papa always talk about when you were in high school and all the girls you dated and….”

“Yes?”

“You never did it with anyone?”

“No. Not one of them. There has only your mother. She’s been the only one… ever” I emphasized, the last bit.

Shock, wonder, amazement all played across her face. “The only one, Daddy? Really? You mean…”

“Yes,” I said with a nod. “Manda was the only one. Ever.” Again, I emphasized the word EVER.

“So you haven’t….uh…..ya know…” she stammered, seeming a little embarrassed.

“No honey,” I said, looking directly into her eyes. “I have not made love to another woman since your Mother died.”

I couldn’t tell if I saw respect in her eyes from my statement or sadness. Truth of it was there was no other woman in the world I could ever want but Manda Yes, there had been a few dates here in there in the last five years, or so. There had been a few propositions in hotel bars from women while on business trips out of town. But no woman, no matter how beautiful, intelligent or sexy they might be, could ever match up to my Manda.

“Not even a blow job?”

“Mandy!” I said, in the ‘shocked father voice’ I am sure every man, with a daughter (who ever heard those words come out of his daughters mouth) gets.

She giggled then held her hands over her mouth as she did so. This too was something her Mother would do when she said something someone would deem, well, naughty. Her laughter though was contagious and I began to chuckle too. To an outsider I am sure it would seem very odd maybe inappropriate for a father sitting in his bedroom in just a towel laughing with is teenage daughter over the fact that he hadn’t had a hummer in 6 years.

Little by little our laughter subsided and my beautiful daughter smiled at me. Her mother’s smile.

I felt a stirring under the towel and shifted slightly under her gaze.

“I’m surprised Daddy. Honestly I am. I never thought about it really but I just always assumed you were” she hesitated searching for the right words.

“Getting some?” I said with another chuckle.

“Well, yeah. You know all my friends are always telling me how hot they think you are. I mean it shouldn’t be hard for you to find someone to have sex with. I’ll bet half the women in this neighborhood would line up outside your bedroom door here if you opened yourself up for business,” she giggled.

“Maybe sweetie. But I’m not open for business, as you so delicately put it.” I responded to her. “There is no one,” I began, “who’s like your mother.” I stated. Though sitting here, looking at my precious daughter, I knew that statement not to be true. “There is no one who could ever replace her.”

Mandy’s look turned serious then and she asked, “Why Daddy?”

My thoughts turned back again to Manda and I began to speak.

“Your mother was beautiful in everyway. Her looks, her body, everything was perfect. But it was so much more than that. It was the passion in her eyes when we made love the touch of her hands on my body. It was the feel of her skin under my hands against my skin. How she kissed,” my eyes closed and I could almost feel her lips against mine again.

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I could see her, standing there kartal escort in front of me then. I remember the day so clearly it was a Friday and Mandy would be turning 13 the next day. I’d come home from work at my usual time and there she was at the foot of the steps. Like so many other times, she wore her faded Bruins t-shirt. The only other accessory this time though was a sexy pair of ‘clear heels’ I had bought Amanda for her birthday, and a she was wearing a tiny lace thong that I knew would barely cover her mound. “Mandy is having dinner with my parents tonight and staying the night there since they can’t be at her birthday party tomorrow. We have the house to ourselves.”

She turned from me then and started up the stairs. My eyes watched her ass shift from side to side as she shimmied her way up the stairs. Half-way to the top she stopped and looked at me her green eyes smoldering with passion. “Are you coming?”

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“She kissed me like…I don’t know…like no one else has ever kissed me, before or after. She loved to kiss. She could spend hours just kissing.” My voice was husky and I could feel my cock growing hard at the memory. If I could have stood right then and put some jeans on me, I would have. If I had there would have been no hiding my erection from my daughter. Fortunately, my seated position and the towel kept my erect cock from being noticeable to my daughter

“I’ll bet you couldn’t though could you Daddy?” Mandy said with a slightly wicked laugh.

“Couldn’t what?

“Just kiss for hours and hours,” she said to me teasingly

I laughed.

“It wasn’t always easy, but it sure was worth it once she was ready to move from kissing to, uh…” I paused and chuckled, “uh, other things”

“Other things?”

“Yeah,” I nodded smiling. “Other things.”

“How did she kiss you Daddy that it made it so amazing?”

I struggled for the right words to explain. How do you tell your daughter that all it took was a tiny kiss from her mother to make me rock hard and ready to take her? How do you explain the soft, yet firmness of perfect lips? Lips that were exactly like the ones I now looked at attached to a young woman who was created from what started as a simple good night kiss.

“It’s hard to explain really, Manda.” I again slipped, calling my daughter by my wife’s name. This time, she did notice.

My eyes met my daughters then. Slowly she lowered her eyes and said quietly, “Show me Daddy.”

I sat there dumbfounded. Did my daughter, so much like her mother in everyway I could see, just ask me to show her how her mother used to kiss me? I shook my head, trying to clear my head. The jet lag was getting to me. The hot shower. The beauty of my wife looking at me wide eyed in the form of my daughter. Her green-eyes carried the same sensually smoky look her mother’s eyes had so often given me.

“Baby, I Ca…”

She leaned forward and placed her finger against my lips. “Yes, Daddy. You can. I want you to. I want you to kiss me and teach me how to kiss you, like she used to kiss you.”

She rose from her seated position and shifted to her knees, kneeling in front of me.

Slowly she leaned in towards me. Time stood still. I was eighteen again and Manda was leaning in to kiss me at the end of our first date. That first kiss, there at the door of her dorm room, had led to us quickly walking practically running back to my car and driving to my apartment. Within minutes of arriving there we tore at each others clothing and would spend the next 48 hours making love in every conceivable position we could think of. I wanted her. I wanted her like I have never wanted anything or anyone. I wanted my… My daughter! I wanted my daughter.

My brain screamed at me how wrong this was my protest however was a feeble one.

“You’re my Daughter Mandy,” I said weekly.

“Did mommy kiss you like this Daddy?”

She pressed her lips to mine then. They were soft, so very, very soft and so very much like her mother’s lips. Pressing her moist slightly parted lips to mine I could feel my partially erect cock spring to its’ full length and girth. I groaned with the strain I felt deep inside me.

Her right hand had moved to my cheek and I could feel her soft of palm against the freshly shaved skin and her lips moved against mine.

My heart pounded as if it were going to explode from my chest. I could almost feel the movement of my blood as it entered my cock and made it harder still. It strained against the confining cotton of the towel. The softness tickled the tip and sensitive rim around the engorged head.

As Mandy’s tongue slipped into my mouth searching for mine, my head reeled. I was kissing my wife again. I could feel her. I could taste. My heart, my soul, my cock screamed out to me to take her. To make her mine, once again, like I had so many years ago…

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We all had our breakfast together, taking about the experiences the previous night. Mala auntie was praising me to the best for the fuck I gave to her, to the extent that all three of us had to make her stop her boasting.

It was just around 7am in the morning. The nice Sunday morning was going well, when Mala auntie, mischievously asked, who was going the make their fantasy come true that day. Again there was a long debate as to who is going to realise their fantasy. As every one of us took bath, there was no point in Anandhi auntie taking bath again with every one of us watching her as in her fantasy.

So we ended up deciding that it had to be Janaki auntie. It’s her turn to be naked all day. She agreed and the other three of us laid the rules for her. Whatever happens she has to be stark naked throughout the day, till 7am in the next morning. So her fantasy to be naked for one full day would come true.

Then the question arose as to what to do when some persons from outside visits us. Again the mischievous girl, Mala came up with the idea that Janaki auntie has to answer the door bell whenever someone visits the house. May be at that time aloes she may wear some dress, the dress has to be her petticoat alone. She has to tie her petticoat above her breast to cover herself while answering the door. Not until the person leaves the house, she should try to change herself to be fully dressed.

So, the rules perfectly laid, we asked Janaki auntie, the young lactating mother she was, to remove her breasts and be naked. At the same time, all others would be fully dressed. Now in the morning, she was wearing a nice pink coloured sari and a matching blouse after her bath. Her hairs were spread along the shoulders so that they could dry easily.

So it was really a show of striptease for us. She stood before us ready for giving us the show. Though she had agreed to us, now she was feeling awkwardly shy to remove her dress and become naked when all three of us would be fully dressed. It required again a bit of coaxing from us and she slowly slipped the ends of her sari from her shoulders. Her blouse covered breasts were really large as both her breasts were filled with milk. We asked her to remove her sari fully before moving on to remove her blouse.

So she pulled of her sari duly revealing her blouse and petticoat. Then she unhooked the buttons of her blouse one by one, showing off her naked cleavage, before stripping her blouse fully to show her real pulpy breast. As usual, she wasn’t wearing any bra to support her breasts and therefore they were sagging and falling to her stomach, due to the weight of her milk.

“I’m sure you have got more than a litre of milk in those tanks” Mala comments and giggled. This led to laughter in all of us including Janaki auntie. Then she removed the knots of her petticoat and pulled it above the head, showing off her naked supple thighs. Her thighs were white and larger compared to Mala’s.

I sat there in the drawing room sofa, with awe relishing the beauty of a lady who had just weeks before given birth to a baby. A kinky idea struck Anandhi auntie, and she said, “Janaki, why don’t you wear all your jewels while being naked, just like when you were in the first night except the dress. I’m sure you’ll look sexier.”

Janaki couldn’t raise a word against our wish, and therefore all three of us started decorating her naked body with her jewels. Starting with a golden anklet for her ankles, to dozens of bangles and necklaces, we made her wear all her jewels. When we finished she looked beautiful just like a deity in a temple, except that she wasn’t wearing any dress. All the jewels were over her nude body.

She felt slightly uncomfortable wearing all her jewels and sitting beside us in the sofa naked, while all of us were fully dressed, watching all our favourite programmes on TV. Later she moved with ease, yet covering her breasts occasionally to cover her raw nudity.

An hour went, when Mala said she was hungry. We got an idea and said to Janaki auntie about it. She first hesitated, but agreed to it later. All she had to so is sit conveniently on the floor and milk her breasts with her own hands and collect her milk in a vessel as if everyone would do to milk a cow. We wanted to drink the fresh warm milk from her breasts we said.

So she brought a vessel from the kitchen and then sat down splaying her legs wide and holding the vessels with her legs between her thighs. Then slowly, she began to squeeze her left breast with her hands. Milk didn’t appear at first. But after a few squeezes, milk appeared as white drops at the edge of her nipples and then after few more squeezes it started flowing continuously with every squeeze, spraying onto the vessel.

She milked her left breast for a few minutes, and then she stopped, saying that her hands are paining. So myself and Mala moved near her and each of us holding either of Janaki’s breasts started squeezing them with both our hands. pendik escort We continued squeezing for nearly 15 minutes. Still milk was filling onto the vessel. Even we both felt our hands paining, when the milk flowing from her breasts stopped. She was feeling very much tired as we took the milk in the vessel and poured into to glasses so that we could drink. We had milked more than a litre of milk from both her breasts. Then we all shared her milk by dividing the milk into four shares. It tasted just like cow’s milk and no different.

We were full to the stomach and were thinking over how to spend the remaining of the day when, Anandhi auntie asked, “Why don’t we call Reena aunty over and ask her to stay with us?” So Anandhi auntie ringed Reena and called her over. Reena aunty was hesitant saying she hadn’t bathed yet. “Why don’t you come here and take your bath here? You can were my dress…” so it took a little bit of time for us to persuade accept our invitation to come to Anandhi auntie’s house.

The plan was that, I have to get to the bedroom and pretend as if sleeping. Both Anandhi and Mala would be doing some household chores like cooking and watching the TV. Janaki would answer the door just as per the rules, only with her petticoat on. If Reena aunty ever asks why she is like that half naked, she would have to come up saying, she had bath just then. And as she comes in all three of them would ask her to take bath first. Anandhi would give her a set of dress and a towel to take bath.

There starts our kinky plan actually. Once Reena gets into the bathroom and undresses herself, we have to take every bit off dress off the bathroom door leaving Reena aunty not even a towel to cover herself once she finishes her bath. No one should answer her calls till she comes out of the bath dripping wet and fully naked. Then we could convince her of our plan!

So, even as we finalised our plans, Janaki undid all the jewels and wetting her hair slightly, covered herself with a dark blue petticoat up to her breasts. The petticoat was so small that it covered just her buttocks and the remaining of her thighs was naked. I moved into the bedroom. Actually from there I would be the first person who could see my aunt coming out naked from the bathroom at the back of the house.

Janaki went and opened the door and as she entered I could hear the shock in Reena auntie’s voice. “Hello akka, why are you like this? Are you nuts? You’re opening the door wearing only a petticoat!”

I heard every one giggle in the room and Janaki convinced her saying she had just then taken her bath. “So what’s our little boy, Praveen doing?” I heard her asking. ‘Little Boy, huh!’ Only at the end of the day would know if I’m a little boy or the one who’s capable of making a little boy.

“He is sleeping… you said; you haven’t taken your bath isn’t it… Go take your bath. I’ll get you the towel.” Anandhi said to her.

“Ok… we’ll talk after the bath.” Saying so, she just crossed the bedroom and went to the bath and locked herself into the bathroom. So far, our plan was going very well, exactly as we had planned. Then Anandhi aunty followed giving a wink at me as she passed. Placing a set of saree, petticoat , blouse, bra and towel on the bathroom door, she informed Reena aunty that she had placed the dress for her. Reena aunty said ‘ok’. And within the next few seconds, we saw, her dress appearing one by one on the door. She had undressed every bit of her dress and placed everything including her panties and bra on the door. Then we heard water splashing inside.

Just then, slowly, Anandhi aunty pulled, every dress on the door including the towel and leaving nothing for Reena aunties to wear. Not knowing that, Reena aunty was taking bath. With all the dress in her hands, Anandhi auntie came to the bedroom and with a big nasty grin placed everything near me on the bed.

“Auntie…” I called her. She was about to leave the room.

“What sweetheart?” she came back.

“Will every thing go as planned?” I asked her with a doubt. “What if she doesn’t like this and makes a mess out of this?” I asked her. I was truly worried. In fact, I wanted to fuck her even it was going to be a rape, even then, I felt a little bit of fear and reluctance.

“Anandhi auntie came and sat beside me holding my hand reassuring me. “Don’t worry dear. You were the one who wanted it, isn’t it? Just go get it. Even if its going to be a rape, we three of us would fully help you.” She was saying and there was a reassuring smile from Mala and Janaki aunty too. They even helped me by planning to grab her and tie her eyes with a cloth and gagging her so that she wouldn’t yell. Perfect! It was like a dream fantasy. Who would believe that three aunties helping a guy to rape his other auntie? Its really something so unbelievable and its going tot happen.

With a few minutes, we heard Reena aunty wondering and calling us from the bath, to get her a towel. None of us maltepe escort answered her. She waited for a few minutes and then that act happened. In broad daylight, she slightly opened the bathroom door in the backyard and peeped out to check if there is anyone looking at her. Then again she closed the door. Probably she was thinking about the possibilities of streaking into the house naked. All of us were watching her from the house.

And after some minutes, she opened the door and slowly with one hand covering her nipples of both her breasts and with the other hand covering her hairy crotch, she came out naked from the bath. With a flash of run under the morning sun, she came naked across the backyard and into the bedroom, closing the bedroom door fast and bolting it as soon as she came in. only then it dawned to her that I was inside.

Before I could utter a word, she just yelled, unmindful of her nudity, “What the hell is happening here? Where has the dress gone?”

“What dress aunty?” I asked innocently grazing at her blatant nudity. She was dripping wet from her head to toes, with her wet hair on her shoulders. She was shivering due the warm breeze that had touched her through the window. Lines of water flowed along her nose, chin and falling over to her supple white breasts, stagnating at the dam that had been created by her hand covering her breasts, yet the water was overflowing and flowing along her stomach and along her covered crotch, creating a pool of water at her legs.

I was really dumbstruck. Everything was according to the plan. But I myself, getting awe-struck by seeing her fruitful naked body was not as per the plan. Already my penis was making a dent inside my short. She had seen her too. She too was shocked. She was standing there doing nothing. I had to do something. I somehow overcame my feeling. “Wow…” was the only thing I could utter while simultaneously rubbing my penis with my hand. By now, she was aware of the situation, but not our plan. “Nooooo….” Hers was also a one word answer to my ‘wow’.

I stood up, and now, the tent was very much apparent on my shorts. “Gawd…” she didn’t spell this word out of fear, but with amazement, looking at the hardness of my penis, of course, she hadn’t expected me to be a grownup like this!

I moved beside her naked body and slowly shook her out of her trance. The next minute, she was just hugging me tightly and embracing me like a lover with her wet body. I didn’t expect this. Her wet body was now wetting my T-shirt and shorts as she held me together breathing hard. The moment I too hugged her placing my hands and moving them on her velvet back, she shuddered and moved away from me.

“What happened aunty?” I asked her. “No. I’m not going to do this. What have I done? Oh my god, Forgive me…” saying so, she moved towards the door. It was my turn then; I just grabbed her hand and pulled her towards me. “Aunty, it was you who started this… how could you leave me like this?” I asked her. “Nooo… leave me please… I don’t want to do this. This is sin.” She said and then tried get her hand off mine.

But mine was a vice like grip and pulled her to me with all her force. Whatever happens, I’m going to have her my way. She was simply irresistible, that too now fully naked before me, it just triggered all my urges and my mind was deciding to just do it! Pulling her in front of me and pushing mother her hands to her back I held her tightly and started kissing her all over her face. She tried to resist but didn’t yell. I heard, everybody would yell when we try to rape them, but here she was, this woman was not yelling but just resisting me with her full force, panting all along.

Just then, she started to yell. ‘Oh no, she does yell!’ I cursed and then pushed her on the bed, with her stomach facing the bed. If I had place her stomach up, she would have kicked me like a football, but now as I sat on her fleshy buttocks with her hands on her back. She stayed still, but tried to yell. Within a few moments I grabbed the bedspread and tied both her hands behind her back. She was giving her first loud yell calling my other aunties. “Akkaaaaaaaaa…… come here…” she was calling aloud.

I finished tying by then and turned her upside facing me. “Noooo…. Don’t do it!” she was about to finish that sentence, while I ripped open a pillow cover and gagged her mouth fully, all I could now here was a muffled sound from her, with her head rolling this side and that side. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and removed it. I turned facing my back towards her face. I was still sitting on her stomach. I moved a little but down and then grabbing one of her legs I tied it to the post on one side of the bed with my T-shirt. She was still moving and jumping and snaking her body to get herself released. But the fact is that she couldn’t do anything. It was so simple to force a girl for sex, overpowering and tying her easily. Then, the next part, I undressed my shorts kartal escort and becoming naked, I used my shorts to tie her other leg to the other post of the bed. Now she was spread eagled and vulnerable. Yet she was pampering and moving her body around. I had to get her hands tied too. And I had no other piece of dress there.

Just then, the door opened from outside and all three of my aunties entered into the room. All of them were shocked at the sight of Reena aunty and at the same time content that everything was fine so far. Reena aunty moaned for help from them. But they just giggled.

Enjoy it Akka… you’ll like it…” Mala was saying with a chiding smile.

“I want some cloth…” I said to Anandhi auntie.” I need to tie her hands. She brought the dress that Reena was wearing before bath and gave it to me.

Now, we could see tears on Reena auntie’s eyes. “Can we come near her?” Mala asked me. “Oh yes, only if you don’t do anything to release her.” I said with a smile and kissed Mala aunty on her cheeks. She gave a hug on my naked body. “Ohhhh… So long and nice…” she was commenting, seeing my long penis.

“Mala… leave him alone, it’s not your chance now,” Anandhi was straining Mala beside her. Then, they moved beside Reena and sat on the bed beside her. Moving the tears on her face, Janaki aunty, still in her petticoat, asked Reena to enjoy this. Then, she helped me to tie Reena auntie’s hands to the head post. I used Reena’s bra and blouse to tie each of her hands to the posts.

“Now, everybody, move aside…” I ordered, ad all of them moved away, with Anandhi auntie kissing me as she moved. They grabbed a few pillows and sat on floor beside the wall to see my act. Both her hands and legs spread and tautly tied to the post, Reena was still wriggling on the bed.

“So… what shall I do now?” I asked Mala winking at her.

“Whatever you want… she is all yours now.” Anandhi was saying, “First punish her some way for not being a good girl. Ask her will she be nice to you?” She said giggling.

So, with my penis rubbing her stomach I was on her and then removed the gag off her mouth and asked f she would be nice. “Idiot… get off me…” she was still not relenting even in her submissive position.

“Today you are going to be a slut!” I said to her and slapped her hard on her face. Women, even though they would resist such things, would really enjoy being treated like a slave. I slapped each of her cheeks hard and asked her shut up and make no noise. I said, I’d be slapping again if she yells.

Again she tried to yell and again I gave her a slap, only then, she was quiet. But now, in a low voice she was pleading me like a little girl asking me not to do it and stop what I’m going to do. I held her face with both my hands and slowly I gave her a long kiss in her mouth. I kissed and licked her neck. I moved to her breasts and pushing her mangalsutra aside, I started mashing both the mounds of her soft breasts, which had by now become hard and her nipples poking out of her areola. Slowly, while massaging, I licked and kissed her stomach and slowly moved to her thighs. I stopped massaging and then grabbing her thighs I licked her inner thighs but played there by not going further inside.

By now, Mala who was watching all these along with Anandhi and Janaki moaned aloud. The next minute, she started to remove her saree and started becoming naked. By now, Janaki’s petticoat had moved lower enough to show off her nipples and her hands were fingering her cunt. Anandhi on the other hand had moved her sari and petticoat up to her thighs and pulling her panties towards her knees, was fingering and enjoying in her awkward position.

I moved along the thighs of Reena aunty and reaching the toe, sucked tem one by one. Now, Reena aunty let out a shrill moan, but this moan was out of her pleasure. Still, she didn’t want me to fuck her. So I moved back between her legs and started lapping her with my tongue on the insides of her thighs and gradually moving up to her cunt. Her cunt was very much hairy and I liked it that way. I carefully held her cunt with my either hands and parted them to reveal her soft inner reddish cunt-flush. It was throbbing as she was panting. Now comes the sensational part, to do my trick… I slid my tongue beside her cunt and directly inside so that the tip of my tongue deftly avoided all those hairs around her cunt and touched the throbbing flesh of her cunt.

The moment I touched her inner lips of her cunt, a shiver went around her body and she bucked her back… with a howling, “ammmmmmaaaaaa…..” then as I was ravaging her cunt with my tongue, a variety of expressions and sounds came off her mouth. I could see beads of sweat coming out of her forehead. She was truly enjoying it.

Again as I asked, if it’s alright for her to do it with me. Again the reply was no. so again I slapped her face and started slapping and beating both her breasts. All the while she was letting out a small whine and crying at me. I had me mouth now on her breasts and started sucking and licking them ferociously. She was still crying, asking my other aunties to help, who, in different states of nudity were halfway into their own world!

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When I was 20 I had become very depressed. I was just finishing my sophomore year at Wellesley College. I am the youngest of five children. I have two older sisters and two older brothers. My parents married young, had four children in relatively quick order and then eleven years later I came along. They were each one year apart, the oldest, Danny, was 14 when I was born and the youngest, Michael, was 11. Rachel was 13 and Gail was 12. My brothers and sisters called me the “whoops kid.” Being the baby of the family had its advantages for a long time. Oh, my name is Faith. So for six years there was a built in baby sitter in our family. One of my brothers or sisters would watch out for me although it usually fell on Rachel and Gail. Danny was great. He liked to call me “the kid” and never called my Faith, he’d always say “hey kid” when he had something to say. He always said it in a nice way and he was super protective of me, not that I needed protection, but I always felt very safe with him. When Danny went off to college, Boston College, he was a “day student” so he lived at home until he was 22.

One day late in his senior year, I had just turned 8, Danny announced he was marrying his girlfriend Cheryl. I liked Cheryl a lot because she always played games with me and she knew what girls wanted unlike Danny. But what I didn’t realize was that Danny would be moving out of the house when he got married. An 8 year old doesn’t think of such things so when that day came I was crushed. Everyone told me they had talked about his moving with me but I don’t remember them doing it. It was right after that I remember feeling depressed at the time. Of course I didn’t know it was depression but just sadness.

Rachel was off in college by this time too but she was at Wellesley College where she lived so when Danny moved out it fell to Michael to watch out for me. I haven’t forgotten about Gail. Gail and I didn’t seem to get along. There isn’t anything I can point to and say it was this but more that she always distanced herself from me and as I look back on it now I see that she suffered from what some call middle child syndrome. They’re not the oldest and the one doted on for that reason or not the baby and doted on for that reason either. They kind of get lost in the shuffle. I liked Gail fine but we never got close.

Things started to go down hill late in my senior year in high school. Both Rachel and Gail had graduated from college, gotten married, and moved a fair distance away. Mikey, that’s what I called him, had gotten into Harvard and graduated summa cum laude. Right after college he too moved out of the house but had gone only a mile away to a condo he’d bought. Mikey had had a string of girl friends, one was actually serious for a while, but no one he wanted to settle down with. He was finishing up graduate school, part time, while holding down a full time consulting job when I was graduating from high school.

I remember the day like it was yesterday. He came home and as soon as he came through the door he called out, “Hey kid, where are you?”

I was up in my room doing homework, well, supposedly, and came running down and jumped in his arms and gave him a big hug. After Danny when Mikey took over I had had kid dreams of marrying him. I loved him that much and still do.

“So what’s up?” I asked.

“Nothing, just came by to see mom and day, they home yet?”

“Mom’s here but dad’s not.” I was just then my mom appeared from another room.

“Oh hi darling, what brings you here?” Mom said to him.

“I need to talk to you and dad about something. When’s he getting home?”

“The usual time., he should be here any time now.” Mom said suspiciously. Mikey had a habit of stopping by when he needed his clothes ironed or money. “There’s beer in the fridge if you want one dear.”

“No thanks mom, I’ll just hang out with the kid until he gets home.” Mom looked at him suspiciously and left the room. I tried to weasel out of him what was so important but he wouldn’t let on. We then talked about what I thought was his present girlfriend who turned out to be another reject.

“Hey, I still wanna marry Mikey if that’s any help.”

“Sure kid, let’s set a date.” This had become a running joke between us. Mom tried to get us to stop it right after I entered puberty saying such talk was inappropriate but I assured her I was just fooling around and it wasn’t serious of course.

Dad arrived a few minutes later and Mikey herded us all into the living room. He got very serious and I remember thinking he’d done something bad like getting some girl pregnant. I don’t remember how the conversation went as I went numb right after he told us he had just been told he had stage four cancer, lymphoma. I remember my mother first saying no and that it had to be a mistake and my father just sitting there saying nothing at all. Mom got hysterical and said all kinds of thing but mostly she said she wanted a second opinion. I remember Mikey saying that actually it escort ataşehir would be a fourth or fifth opinion if we got one because he’d already done that.

Mom cried for a week and dad came home from work and got drunk. I knew dad had a drinking problem before that but it really took off with the news. Mikey barely lived three months more. A month after he told us the news he got the flu and never seemed to get over it. He moved back home and a month after I graduated from high school he died. A month after Mikey died mom committed suicide.

Daddy stopped drinking when mom died and joined one of the local 12 step programs. He never seemed weak to me, even during his worst drinking sprees. But once he got sober he seemed to suddenly get stronger. When I told him I couldn’t go to Wellesley because I was too depressed he told me I didn’t have a choice. I don’t know if it’s true but he told me that Mikey’s last words to him were that he promise I went to Wellesley as planned. I didn’t know what to do or say so I went.

We tried to celebrate Thanksgiving that year but it was a disaster. Danny, Gail and Rachel made excuses for why they couldn’t make it so daddy took me to a posh restaurant in Boston for Thanksgiving. It was nice but it wasn’t the same of course. Neither of us had a good time. That Christmas was more of the same although Danny did make it home for a few days but Gail and Rachel again made excuses.

One of the good things that year after mom and Mikey died was that I threw myself into my school work and was holding a 4.0 grade point at the end of my freshman year. Still, I had isolated at school and didn’t have any friends there. I didn’t think it bothered me at the time but mid-way through my first semester of my sophomore year my grades had taken a downward spiral. I found it increasingly difficult to turn in assignments and my class participation was nil. My advisor tried to get out of me what was wrong but I honestly didn’t know. It never occurred to me that I was just severely depressed. I cried a lot when Mikey died but when mom killed herself I stopped crying and hadn’t cried since. I just pushed everything down inside me as far as I could.

So it was Thanksgiving break again and I was at home alone, again, with daddy. “Honey, do you want to eat here or would you like to go back to that restaurant we went to last year?”

“I don’t know daddy. I really don’t want to do anything.” I looked at him with what I’m certain was the most pitiful look anyone could give. I could tell by the look on his face that daddy desperately wanted to do something but he didn’t know what and I really didn’t want to talk about it.

Later that evening I went to daddy in the living room and said, “I’m going to bed now daddy.” I went over and gave him our usual kiss.

“You know honey, we really should talk about what’s bothering you.” He said in his best concerned parent voice.

I couldn’t hear the pain in his voice through the pain in my soul so I replied, “There’s nothing wrong daddy. I’m just tired and school has me stressed out.” I gave daddy the briefest of smiles and padded off to bed. I really wanted to avoid any further discussion.

Once in bed it didn’t take long for me to fall asleep. I’m usually a very sound sleeper. Mom used to say that I could sleep though an atomic explosion. That was usually true but this night I woke up when I heard daddy’s voice whispering to me. “I’m sorry honey, I’m sorry, I’ve failed you.” I could hear him whimpering. It was then I realized his was lying on the bed behind me and stroking my hair as he said these things. I always liked it when anyone stroked my hair. Mikey used to do it to comfort me. I don’t know why it worked but it always did and now that daddy was doing it I once again felt comforted. I thought I should say something to him but then I thought I might embarrass him because I’m sure he thought I was still asleep and that what he was saying was to his sleeping little girl.

I could feel the warmth of his body next to mine and it felt good. He didn’t’ say anything for a while but just continued to stroke my hair and I languished under his touch. I thought I’d just fall asleep again but then he spoke again saying, “Oh honey, I wish there was something I could do, something I could say that would make you feel better.” I could hear him sniffle a little when he finished those words and that’s when I felt so sorry for him but also I felt a combination of my love for him and his love for me. He was actually achieving what he wanted and I wanted to say something but I couldn’t say anything.

Daddy’s hand moved down from my hair to my face when I could feel him light trace his finger tips over my cheek. It felt good and when his fingers traced my lips it tickled and I almost started from the touch but his hand moved down over my chin and down my neck. That felt really good too and if my eyes weren’t already closed I know I would have closed him under that touch it felt so nice.

“You’re kadıköy escort such a beautiful young lady.” He said softly, “I really hope you know that and I really hope some guy sees all your beauty.” I had never heard these words from him before but as I quickly reflected on them I realized that had I heard them I might not have believed him. Now I did. I just knew in my heart they were true.

Daddy’s hand moved down from my neck and his seemed to light grasp my arm and caress it with his full hand. It felt really nice, like a massage and I love massages. But then he moved his hand to my stomach and touched me there. That’s when the first bit of apprehension hit me about the way he was touching me. Still, it felt good and that combined with the sweet words he said to me seemed to keep me from saying anything or even alluding to the fact that I was actually not asleep at all as he thought. I have a two piece flannel nightie that I like to wear in cold weather and that’s what I had on. He had slipped his hand underneath the top portion to rub my stomach. Still, there was something really soothing about this touch but then surprisingly there was something arousing to it as well. My mind raced and I assured myself that this was not appropriate thoughts to be having about my own father. He was being such a sweetheart in trying to comfort me and here I was having these horrible feelings.

Then daddy did something that almost made me flip over and show him I was awake. His hand slipped beneath the bottom of my nightie and his finger tips touch the very top of my pussy hair. Yet as if touching a flame he just as quickly retracted it and returned in to my stomach. He was rubbing my stomach in soft circles but then moved his hand upward. The first time his hand brushed against the bottom of my breasts I put it to being accidental but a moment later it touched there again and I knew it wasn’t. My mind yelled at me to show him I was awake and stop what he was doing. I felt confused by what he was doing. He’s my father and he shouldn’t be touching me this way. It’s wrong. But then I’d think how I’d allowed it to go on this long so I was asking myself if I had led him to believe it was all right. But then I told myself that that was dumb because I had been feigning sleep so he had no reason to believe I was allowing his touches. But just then his hand touch my breast again only this time he covered my breast with his hand. At first he didn’t move it at all, just held it. But then after a few moments I felt him give it a gentle squeeze. Now this was hardly the first time a man a touched my breasts. I had allowed my dates do this much on many occasions. But he wasn’t just some date, he is my father and shouldn’t even be considering such things let alone doing them and yet I couldn’t stop him. My emotions were suddenly running all over the place as were my thoughts.

Was there some part of me that wanted this to happen? I had certainly never before actively entertained such thoughts although I do remember many times thinking how handsome and sexy daddy was but I never let my thoughts go beyond that. But did that me I secretly had desires for him, secret even from me? Then I remember either hearing or reading somewhere that such thoughts were normal for a lot of girls and they always passed. But these thoughts weren’t passing.

Then I felt daddy squeeze my breast. It was one quick soft squeeze follow but a long period of nothing. Then there was another, no so quick this time but equally as soft and I could also feel one of his fingers run over the top of my nipple. It was then I discovered my nipple had betrayed me and had become very hard. I remember thinking to myself, “You sick bitch. How can you allow such things?” His had moved from that breast and did the same thing all over again. I focused on what he was doing and found myself actually liking it. But then my mind screamed at me that I couldn’t like it because it was just wrong, plain and simple. My mind flitted from that feeling to the sensuousness of his touch and how I was responding to that. I liked it and I liked it a lot. And as I began to accept that I really did like his touch I once again felt my love for him. There were so many feelings and emotions mixed up in all this it was impossible to know which to trust and believe. I knew the physical was winning the battle and I didn’t feel like I had it in me to fight it and yet as soon as that thought went through my mind it also came to me that I really didn’t want to fight it either.

It was then I started to relax, just a bit. But it was also then I could feel daddy’s hard cock pressing against my ass. That was the first time I noticed it and yet I knew it must have been that way for at least a little while now didn’t it? I didn’t know but it too didn’t feel bad. It felt wrong, yes, but not bad. The confusion was still there. I felt guilty pleasure and I felt good. I could see my bedside clock and noticed that this had been going on for almost half an maltepe escort bayan hour. Daddy’s hand was moving back and forth between my breasts, caressing them and very gently pinching my nipples. That’s when I could feel the wetness between my legs totally betraying me. I felt a bit of relief that he didn’t know because, well, because of course he’d be mad at me for that right?

Daddy’s hand left my breasts, traveled down over my stomach and once again pushed down under the bottom of my nightie. This time, however, when his fingers reached my pussy hair he didn’t stop until his finger tips ran right over the top of my pussy lips. He ran his hand up and down my pussy lips a couple of times very lightly. I had all I could do to hold back the moans I so desperately wanted to let go of now. But then as he pulled his finger back up my pussy lips his pushed one finger slightly inside me, very slightly but as he drew it up it also came into contact with my clit and just as soon as it ran over the top of my clit I let out a moan that seemed like an uncontrollable response.

Daddy drew back his hand quickly and said very softly, “Are you awake honey?”

Well, as they say, the gig was up so I rolled over and said, “Yes.”

Well, with that out came this torrent of “I’m sorriys” and “oh my God what have it done?” from him. I struggled to find the right words but quite suddenly found myself saying, “It’s all right daddy.” I couldn’t believe what I had just said. Of course it wasn’t all right so why had I said it was? Something inside me said I should be really mad at him and rage on about it but I couldn’t do it nor did I really want to.

“No honey, it’s not all right, it’s wrong. I’ve touched you in a very inappropriate way and I’m ashamed and sorry.”

I could see and hear that his words were truthful and that he hurt. I didn’t want him to hurt nor did I want to hurt so I reached out and pulled him into me and said, “I love you daddy.” I was going to say a bunch of other stuff but that’s all that would come out.

This seemed to calm daddy and he responded by saying, “I love you to honey. I should leave now.”

I suddenly didn’t want him to go. I just wanted to hold him and feel the warmth of his love next to me so I said, “Please don’t go yet daddy.”

“But honey . . . ” he started.

“No daddy, don’t go. I feel better right now that I’ve felt in a long time. For the first time since I don’t know I don’t feel depressed.” I couldn’t believe I’d just said I had been depressed and yet there was this sudden sense of relief at having said it.

“Oh honey, I’m so glad to hear that.” And with that daddy hugged me about as hard as he ever had. But we were in such close contact I could feel his still hard cock pressing against me and God help me I felt a thrill run through me. Now I was thinking that I had been the reason for his arousal and suddenly it occurred to me that I was attractive, something I hadn’t allowed myself to believe in a long time. We held each other like that for what seemed like forever but when we broke I looked into his eyes and found him looking directly into mine. I smiled and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Neither of us moved but then he kissed me only this time there was no way it could be confused as a fatherly kiss of a daughter. The kiss at first was just a tiny bit wet but then I felt his tongue press again my lips so I parted my lips and invited him in. He took the invitation and our lust took over. Suddenly his hands were all over my body and I relished his touch. First he clutched at my breasts and then clutched at my ass pulling me inward to him. His cock was hard against my thighs. Then they returned to my chest only this time to unbutton the top half of my nightie and push it from my shoulders. I accommodated him and pulled it the rest of the was off. He stared at my breasts and wallowed beneath his eyes. My breasts aren’t big, C cups, but the are full and firm. At first he seemed in a bit of a trance and then he reached out with both hands and touched them. I shivered beneath his touch and moaned. Even the moan felt good now. I remember thinking to my self wondering what I was getting myself into and just as quickly thinking I really didn’t care.

I then reached down between us and grasped his rock hard penis. Now that was a first for me. When guys had tried to get me to do it for them I had always told them no that it would lead to something else and I was saving myself for marriage. They always pouted a lot but I always held firm. Now I didn’t care. What had changed I wondered. But daddy responded by quickly pulling away as if I had hurt him although I knew I hadn’t. “We can’t do this honey,” he said dead serious, “this will go somewhere neither of us wants.”

Acting a bit coy but also a bit unsure I asked, “Where daddy?”

“We can’t have intercourse, that’s incest and that’s just so wrong.” I could see him setting himself and finding his resolve.

I really didn’t know how to respond to that so I said, “Okay, but will you touch my breasts again, please.” I asked in my little girl way, the way I knew he never seemed to be able to refuse and this time he didn’t either. I’m sure he felt that since we had already been doing this what was the harm in a little more.

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I was at a conference, staying at the hotel where it was being held. I noticed you earlier, but we hadn’t communicated beyond smiling politely as we passed in the corridor. I was sitting in a chair at the back of the conference room for the last lecture of the day, sitting in my black suit with the short skirt – not indecently short, just short enough to project the image of a professional woman who is not afraid of her femininity!! My black jacket unbuttoned to show a silk form fitting blouse, my stocking clad legs crossed at the ankles and a pair of black leather shoes with wicked stiletto heels on them.

There were a few chairs free along the row, but you chose to sit next to me, stopping by my chair and asking if the chair next to me was vacant. I indicated that it was free and smiled as you asked if I minded whether you sat next to me. I replied that of course I didn’t and took the opportunity to introduce myself.

You sit down in the empty chair and I feel your thigh pressing against mine. I feel a tingle of excitement run through me, and I make a show of moving in my chair, without actually losing contact with your hard thigh of course…

I cross my legs, my skirt riding up on my thigh showing you a tantalising glimpse of my black lace stocking top, I hesitate just for a beat before pulling the skirt back down, just enough time to make sure that you have seen my little show. Now hopefully you will go crazy thinking about what I’m wearing beneath my clothes…or rather what I’m not wearing!

We stand at the end of the lecture and you ask if I would like to join you and some of your colleagues for a meal later on. I accept, but say that I would like to change and freshen up first. We agree a time and walk to the lifts together. Inside the lift we both reach for the same button, it seems we are staying in rooms only 5 doors apart…you walk with me along the corridor, and just as I enter my room, you say that you will call for me later, on the way down..

I turn to close the door, but you suddenly stop me, leaning in close and whispering to me that you hope that my lingerie this evening will still be as sexy as today’s has been…

I’m waiting for your knock after I have changed…hoping that you will still find me sexy in a black dress with a deep v neck and a skirt with a split in the front, showing just enough, but not too much of my legs. The dress has little buttons running all down the front.

I hear you knock on the door and I walk to answer it, admiring you as you stand in the doorway. You ask if I’m ready and I say that I am…feeling a stab of disappointment at your quite formally polite tone.

As we walk into the restaurant together, you introduce me to your four colleagues…all male! They keep me entertained during dinner and the conversation is quite lively. Afterwards we sit in the bar having a few drinks and chatting. Throughout the night you have remained aloof, whilst your colleagues have fluttered round me, each trying to outdo the other with their witticisms and gestures. I have revelled in the attention, but still am fascinated by you…and immensely turned on by you!

I decide it’s time to call it a night and say goodnight to everyone. You say that you’re turning in too, and my heart leaps at the thought…and my blood fizzes along my veins! We get into the lift and I expect you to make a move on me…but you stand slightly apart making polite conversation.

At the door to my room, I kiss you on the cheek and go inside; you carry on to your room. Once inside I kick my shoes off and sit on the bed. I am disappointed and more than a little frustrated! I decide to have a shower to cool off, so started to pull off my clothes when the phone rings.

‘I thought escort ataşehir that you might like to join me for a drink’ a deep, sexy voice says in my ear. You.

‘Well I was about to take a shower, but if you want, I’ll leave the door unlocked so you can let yourself in. If you phone room service, by the time the drinks arrive I’ll be out of the shower…’

‘You do know who this is don’t you…?’ you ask, a little uncertainly.

‘Hmmm a tough one,’ I tease, ‘Of course silly, I don’t drink with just anyone you know!’

‘What about Mark then?’ you ask mentioning one of your colleagues that I had met earlier…

‘Mark?’ I asked incredulously. ‘He seems nice and I got on well with him, but nothing else’

‘Adam?’

‘Well Adam is a babe, and he is sweet, but I wouldn’t ask him to my room’

‘A babe huh? Sweet? Well what about Rob then?’ you ask teasingly.

‘Now you are going to give me nightmares!’ I exclaim.

‘Well in that case I had better come to you so that we can find a way of stopping you getting any nightmares!’ you say laughing in my ear.

I quickly jump into the shower, letting the steaming heat wash over me. I know I don’t have long, so I quickly get out of the shower and dry myself vigorously with the white fluffy towel before smoothing a richly scented moisturiser into every inch of my tanned skin. I use the hairdryer to quickly dry my hair, leaving it curling wildly with no time to style it. Then I slip into the black satin robe that is hanging on the back of the bathroom door. The robe feels sensual, sliding against my skin and tremble with the anticipation of going into the room and facing you again.

I open the bathroom door in time to see you uncorking a bottle of wine. You’re standing with your back to me, but when you hear the door open you turned around to face me. You stand there quietly, apparently at a loss for words as you stare at me, then visibly pull yourself together.

‘Just in time’, you smile, pouring the white wine into a glass and handing one to me before repeating the action for yourself.

I walk over to the sofa and sit down in the corner, tucking one bare leg beneath me. You sit down beside me, not too close, and turn to me. We talk in a desultory manner for a while, whilst we both sip our drinks slowly. I don’t really want the drink, but need something to do with my hands, I sense you felt the same, after all, we don’t really know each other and neither of us are 100% certain of how the other feels. I don’t do casual pick ups!

‘So what about Rob then?’ you ask smiling, I can see the gleam in your eye, ‘he would have kept you company like a shot if you’d asked him to!’ I smile back and pretend to think this over,

‘I don’t think I would have asked him, he just doesn’t do it for me,’

‘Ahhh, so it’s only the guys that ‘do it for you’ who get invited to your room then is it?’ you ask. I realise the trap that I have fallen into and can feel the heat of my cheeks as the blush hits them. I wonder how best to answer and decide to keep it light,

‘Why of course,’ I say, opening my brown eyes in a picture of perfect innocence, ‘every man I entertain has to have that quality.’ I wink at you and you laugh.

‘Well how about we see if I do it for you then..?’ you ask leaning towards me and lightly touching your lips to mine. I can feel my pulse rate accelerate alarmingly, you pull back slightly so that you can look into my eyes,

‘You do want this?’ you ask. I nod imperceptibly,

‘How about you? It’s not the drink?’ I ask, I have to know.

‘God, you really don’t know do you? Every time you walked by me today I couldn’t stop looking at you, it’s gotten so bad that I know whether you had been kadıköy escort in a room by the scent your perfume leaves behind. I haven’t been able to concentrate all day because you have been so close to me…you have driven me crazy!’ You slide your hands into my hair and pull me roughly to you, your mouth crushing mine beneath yours. I still have the glass of wine in my hand, so I can’t wrap my arms around you; I run my free hand down your cheek and pull back slightly,

‘You don’t want this..’ you break out. I place my glass on the table beside the sofa and turn back to you. I lean back towards you and slide one hand round your neck whilst the other cups your cheek.

‘Yes I do,’ I smile, ‘I just want to be free to touch you with both hands’

You pull me closer and I feel your lips against mine again, your tongue licking around the outside of my lips until I part them and allow you access. I can’t get close enough to you. I feel your hand stroking the slippery material of my robe along my back, over my hip and over the thigh length hem where the robe ends. Your hand burns where it touches my bare skin along my thigh, down past my knee and back up, this time under the robe. Your hand stills on my thigh and you break the kiss,

‘You know if you were to come here, this might be a little more comfortable,’ you whisper in my ear. You pull me over so that I am sitting in your lap. I can feel your hardness beneath me. You pull my head back down to your and start to kiss and lick my neck, nibbling gently, whilst your hand strokes up and down my thigh. My breasts are level with your mouth and you move down from my neck and begin to lick and kiss my nipples through the black satin of my robe. I groan with pleasure as your licks and kisses turn into nibbles and suckles. My nipples are so erect against the damp satin and you pull back and looked at what you have done to them. I am quivering with wanting you so badly. You reach out a hand and lightly flick a fingertip over the sensitive buds, making me jump at every touch. I figure it’s time to take a little control back, so I take your earlobe in my mouth and suckle on it. Then I swirl my tongue in your ear and blow gently.

‘You know, I know another comfortable way….?’ I offer close to your ear.

‘Yeah?’ you smile.

‘Oh yes.’ I move off of your lap and you begin to move. ‘Where are you going?’ I ask. You look towards the bed. I smile, ‘I had another thought in mind..’ I say, smiling teasingly. I kneel astride your lap and slowly lower myself so that I can feel your denim clad thighs against my buttocks and your hard cock against my damp heat. I rock against you, eliciting an involuntary moan.

‘Vixen’ you smile as I look down at your face. You pull me down and kiss me frantically, this time there is no restraint.

I know that I can’t take much more I need you inside me and quickly, yet I don’t want this feeling to ever end.

‘Stand up’ you whisper into my ear…I reluctantly stand in front of you, facing you. You lean forwards and untie my belt leaving my robe to part down the centre. Slowly you pull the robe apart, your eyes drinking in every inch of my body. I step closer to you, sliding my hands around your neck and resting my leg up against your hard cock, rubbing against you gently.

‘Guy, I want you so badly’ I whisper as you lean forward and trace a line from my chest, down my cleavage down to my pussy.

‘Damn right you do babe, I can feel how wet you are,’ you arrow a finger along my pussy where the lips meet, brushing against my clitoris, making my hips jerk involuntarily towards you. ‘God Vick, I need to fuck you so badly right now.’

I know that I am so close to coming even though you have barely touched me, maltepe escort bayan so I pull you to your feet and quickly strip you of your clothes. I want to feel your skin touching mine all over! I take you by the hand and lead you over to the bed…now you are mine…

I push you down slowly onto the bed, placing light, butterfly kisses all over your face, down to your neck, up to your ear, my tongue lightly tracing over the skin, so softly like the slither of silk over a smooth satiny body. I gently nibble your neck, tasting, teasing. Biting softly then soothing the sting with my tongue, sucking gently, a little harder, following with my tongue.

I move ever downwards, tongue dancing down, over your chest, flicking your flat nipples with my tongue gently teasing them with my teeth.

I reach down with my hand, stroking the wetness pooling inside me. I dip a finger inside me, then another and pull them out coated with my juices. I bring my finger up to your lips and smear them across your mouth. The reach back up and kiss you deeply, hungrily, my tongue outlining your lips, tasting you, tasting me.

I reach down again with my fingers and repeat the action, this time smearing my juices over your erect nipple. I surround it with my mouth then begin to suckle softly, then harder. I release it and blow gently feeling you shiver beneath me. I kiss my way lower, down over your stomach, muscles clenching under my mouth, my tongue.

My hands precede my tongue, lightly scratching over the skin, downwards – down as far as I can go….I see the part that is begging for attention, straining up to meet my mouth, but I ignore it and jump lower, kissing your knees, running my tongue behind them, up your inner thighs, higher and higher, my long fingernails gently scraping the skin as you feel them reach the tops of your thighs.

I move my hand so that the back of it brushes against your balls, gently then more insistent. I lean towards you and run my tongue over them tracing all around, over, under. I take one in my mouth and suckle against it gently, repeating the action with the other as I feel your deep intake of breath.

I look up at you as I wrap one hand around the base of your hardness, reaching out with my tongue and lightly flicking the tip, circling the head with my tongue, flicking the ridge with every revolution. Then I lick from root to tip and back again, long, slow strokes, biting gently, teeth scraping the sensitive skin, my tongue following to act as a balm.

I want to hear how much you want to be fully in my mouth, I need you to tell me. Your hips rock against me, but I pull back, not allowing you to insist. I need to hear your words…your voice…

I bring my lips to rest, closed, on the tip of your cock, waiting to hear you ask, beg…

I hear the words and sllloooowly slide the tip of your cock inside my mouth so that it rests just inside my warm, wet, waiting mouth. Then I begin to suck. Gently, sooooo gently…then getting a little harder. My tongue swirling around you, tasting you, teasing you.

You want further in my mouth?

Deeper..?

I look up at you and smile, then suddenly plunge my head downwards, taking your entire length in my mouth, sucking hard, deeper, swallowing you until you can feel yourself touching the back of my throat. I begin to move my head up and down, up and down. Impulsively, compulsively, needing to taste you, to feel you showing me how much you are loving this, loving me…faster and faster….I cup your balls, squeezing them softly in my hand. You feel the tension building, your release is sooooo close, you want to stop, but you don’t. You never want this to end, but you want to come more than anything.

You want to fill my mouth with your warm, silky cream…NOW

Your body spasms as wave after wave of ecstasy hits your body, the pleasure peaks and you feel your release. You slowly float back to earth and look at me….

I am smiling, because I have received what I wanted all along.

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