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These characters are fictional and over 18. If you have a problem with consensual-non-consent please read something else. Remember you are on an erotic story web site these are more about My fantasies than anyone else. If you would like to read more stories about these characters please let me know. CONSTRUCTIVE criticism only please no need to be cruel.

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I have never been raped. I am not a Sex Slave. I am not a Kitten, a little, or a whore.

What I am is a Fuck Toy.

My Roommate, his name is Dylan, and I made an agreement when I moved in. The house is his but he only uses the left half. I was living with my mother and needed out. I don’t pay any more or less in rent than his last roommate. The only difference is Dylan didn’t stick his cock in Randle. He wasn’t really Dylan’s type.

The agreement was no strangers in the house without the other person’s permission. Simple enough. But then Dylan started getting agitated at night. He would walk the halls and clang in the kitchen. We figured it out after a one night stand he had at some girl’s house. He needed sex at least canlı bahis şirketleri twice a week to sleep.

After a particularly rough night for both of us I told him to just fuck me. We knew there were no feelings involved for either of us. I just wanted him to go to sleep so I could too. I was on the pill we were both clean, we asked before getting naked. Once we were naked he took over.

I am the type of girl who is always a little wet. Which turns out to be a good thing, because Dylan is not much for the pregame show. At least not with me. He grabbed my tits and licked each once. Quickly he turned me around and bent me over the couch. Dylan was slow but hard he was a good size, 7 inches. Not a Bad girth either. My pussy was stretched but I wasn’t in pain. We didn’t speak to each other. We both knew this was just stress relief for him. Dylan held for a few seconds when he finally pushed to the hilt. Testing me out by grinding his pelvis against my ass. He slapped my ass once before grabbing my hips. After that it was full throttle. Our bodies were slapping together like an applause. We were both canlı kaçak iddaa moaning and grunting with each thrust. He was louder and more primal. A hard-thrust deep into my pussy had him Cumming with a guttural roar. After catching his breath Dylan slid out of me. He picked up my panties and wiped off his dick, then through them back on the ground. Once last slap to my ass and he walked off to his room.

I hadn’t cum, and from then on, the only time I would cum with his dick in me was by accident. The unspoken agreement was final. Dylan’s priority was to get off; not to get me off. I was, and still am, totally fine with that. I get to sleep and he gets to empty his balls. Other than that, we are surprisingly normal roommates. If he needs a fix and no one is around he’ll find me. Even if I’m busy he just quietly comes in pulls down my pants or lifts up my skirt. I’ve started wearing more skirts to make life easier for the both of us.

Mostly it’s middle of the night stuff. I started sleeping naked so when he comes in he can pull back the covers and climb on top. Usually I wake up but there have been canlı kaçak bahis a few times in the morning I have cum in my pussy. We don’t talk to each other when Dylan is Fucking me. We also don’t talk about it when we are back to roommates. It’s like a switch; one side is roommates the other is User/Fuck Toy.

It also happens randomly. We’ll be watching a movie and Dylan will pull my head to his lap for a blowjob. I’ll suck his cock and lick his balls without a word. Then he’ll blow his load in my mouth, I always swallow. Plus, I bought that couch. As soon as he zips up we’re back to normal. We Fuck whenever and wherever he wants.

I’ve been pounded, banged, screwed and plowed all over this house. Dylan nailed me from behind while I was doing dishes. Throat fucked me on my birthday; ass fucked me on his. I am his personal Sex Toy, nothing else.

The truth is I love it. I like feeling used and discarded. He doesn’t ever hurt me. He would have to care about me to want to do that. Dylan doesn’t care and neither do I. He wants to use me and I want to be used. Whenever I don’t cum on his cock I just masturbate alone after. I’ve never been more satisfied sexually then when he Dumps his load and walks away. It’s like my purpose in life is to drain a cock. Dylan lets me do that. He is the Man he’ll tell me when it’s time to take a dick. So far life is good.

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn’t be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don’t expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.

I had no idea why I was having so much trouble falling asleep; I was physically tired and hadn’t consumed any caffeine, but I guess I just wasn’t sleepy. Before I completely annoyed the guy I was sharing a room with by tossing and turning all night, I finally got up and just figured I’d hang out downstairs where I wouldn’t bother anyone. As I made my way down the hall to the stairs, I could hear the snoring of what sounded like everyone else who was on the retreat. We were in a big, old farmhouse out in the woods and had spent the day doing maintenance and landscaping, a volunteer activity that most of us participated in at least a couple of times a year. The work had apparently worn out everyone except me, or so I thought. At the bottom of the stairs, I could see through the kitchen and into the living room, where somebody sat on one of the couches with a lamp on and her back to me. It looked like Karen and, when she turned to see who was crossing the squeaky floor, my suspicion was confirmed.

“What are you doing up?” she asked, once I was close enough that I’d be able to hear her whisper. I sat beside her on the couch, noting that she wore a white nightshirt with apparently nothing under it.

“Couldn’t sleep,” I replied, “and you?”

“I couldn’t sleep, either,” she said, “I felt as though I’d had an espresso with dinner…wide awake.”

I could tell that the wheels were spinning inside her head; Karen was a modern-day hippie who saw a deeper meaning in every event, no matter how minor. While she figured out why we both ended up awake in the middle of the night, my eyes dropped to admire her body. She had pretty large tits, that appeared to be standing up pretty firmly despite the apparent lack of a bra, and though I couldn’t see up under her nightshirt, I checked her hips and didn’t see anything through the white material that suggested she was wearing panties. The idea of her being naked under her nightshirt was very appealing but I had to be careful that I didn’t pitch a tent in my lounge pants. I doubted that she’d reach the conclusion that, if we were both awake, we might as well get naked and have some fun, so I was trying to think of how else I might get a peek at what was under her nightshirt.

“This may sound weird,” she started, finally speaking again, “but I’m getting this strong feeling that we’re meant to make a connection tonight, that’s why we’re both awake but no one else is.”

I was afraid that meant illegal bahis talking and sharing our feelings until she pulled her nightshirt up over her head. I’m sure my eyes went wide and my jaw dropped as I tried to take in her luscious tits, topped with large areolas and hard, thick nipples, and her trim, dark blonde bush. As she lay back against the end of the couch, I started moving, pulling off my t-shirt and slipping out of my lounge pants, my rigid tool springing out. She reached out her arms to beckon me between her spread legs, so I moved up over her and guided my tool into her pussy as she wrapped her arms around me. We both moaned softly as I slid easily into her; she was pretty snug, but extremely wet. I started to slowly fuck her while I brought my mouth to hers and we started to make out.

I could feel her tits pressing against my chest and wasn’t going to let this unexpected experience go by without getting my hands on them. For the moment, however, I was content to slide my cock in and out of her sweet pussy and feel her tongue exploring my mouth. Karen and I had flirted a bit before but, although I thought she had a hot body, I also thought she was too flighty to pursue for any sort of relationship. I was perfectly willing to accept her flightiness, though, if it meant lying naked on top of her with my cock buried in her pussy. She was raising her hips up to meet each of my incoming thrusts and was obviously fully invested in her assessment of the reason for our sleeplessness. I wasn’t willing to accept a mere fifteen minutes or so of missionary sex as the whim of the universe, however, so I didn’t even wait until I felt the first stirrings of an orgasm before I changed things up. I figured if she questioned my actions, I’d just say that I had a strong feeling that it was what I should be doing.

I slipped my cock out of her and pulled my mouth from hers, but she didn’t seem put off as I moved up to straddle her and laid my cock between her luscious globes. She squeezed them together around my tool and I started to slide it in and out of her soft, smooth cleavage. Fucking her had felt great and fucking her tits certainly didn’t disappoint, either. I was looking down at her tits, admiring the freckled skin and thinking about running my tongue around her areolas and sucking her hard nipples, while her attention was focused on the head of my cock as it repeatedly peeked out of her cleavage. She seemed pretty engrossed in watching it and I noticed that she was running her tongue over her lips and occasionally opening her mouth as though to accept my cockhead, even though it wasn’t coming that close.

I didn’t want to deny her needs, since she had thus far indulged mine, so after I’d savored the feeling of sliding my cock between her tits for what I felt was an acceptable amount of time, I pulled it free and moved up toward her head. She let go of her tits and took my cock in one hand, guiding it to her mouth as the other hand caressed my balls. I moaned again as her hot mouth engulfed my throbbing tool and her lips started to slide up and down my shaft. I relished illegal bahis siteleri the feel of her mouth for a little while, but it didn’t take too much of her stellar cocksucking before I was starting to feel the first stirrings of an orgasm. I certainly wasn’t ready to be done yet, so I eventually withdrew my cock from her mouth before it was too late and moved back down between her legs, this time with my face right before her dark blonde bush.

It felt like we had done a lot in a short time already, and maybe it was just because I was overly anxious, so I decided to spend some quality time licking her pussy if she’d let me and hopefully bring her off as she’d come so close to doing for me. I kissed her smooth inner thighs as she reached down to run her fingers through my hair. I glanced up to see that her arms were squeezing her tits together and, even though I’d already fucked them, I was still savoring the opportunity to see what I had admired so often before; I made a mental note to also see how her bare ass looked before she covered it up again. I ran my tongue up her slit, tasting the abundance of pungent juices that was collecting there and causing her to moan softly. I smiled because it pleased me that something I was enjoying so much was giving her pleasure as well. I slowly ran my tongue up her pussy, tasting her nectar and causing her to writhe about.

When my tongue contacted her clit, she sucked in her breath, but I continued to lap at her entire pussy until I knew she was good and worked up before focusing on it. I slipped a finger into her and started to slide it in and out while licking, then sucking, her clit. She initially let out a moan that was a bit louder than she’d anticipated, so she put the corner of a throw pillow in her mouth as she rocked her hips toward my face. With the hand that wasn’t holding the pillow, she held the back of my head as if to make sure that I didn’t decide to leave before I’d finished the job. I had no desire to be anywhere else and was pleased that I’d been granted access to her sweet pussy, so I continued to enjoy eating her while simultaneously bringing her closer and closer to, what appeared to be, a pretty intense orgasm.

Her pussy was becoming even wetter and more engorged around my probing finger as her body also started tensing up. The pillow barely muffled the noise that slipped out when she started to cum, the tension leaving her body but several powerful shudders passing through it. I continued to lap at her clit as she came, her juices drenching my finger, then slipped my hand free and sucked my finger clean. As soon as she was able, I told her to turn over, which she did, her ass up in the air for me. I took the time to admire it, running my hands over it, kissing it and tonguing her asshole before kneeling behind her and guiding my cock back into her hot, dripping pussy. We both moaned again, careful to keep it low, as my cock filled her and my hips tapped against her awesome ass. I took her by the hips and started to fuck her, starting off slowly but, as she started pushing back against me, clearly canlı bahis siteleri still very worked up from her recent orgasm, I picked up the pace.

As I slipped my hands down to fondle her swinging tits, she reached back between her legs to stroke her clit as I fucked her. She was pressing her face against the couch cushion but I could still hear her moaning as she quickly approached another orgasm, right on the heels of the first. Her pussy felt heavenly sliding up and down my cock just as her tits did in my hands, but it sounded as though she was enjoying herself even more than I was for the moment. I moved my hands back up to her hips, thinking I could give her deeper penetration that way and, after a few full thrusts deep into her hot pussy, I felt her body tremble as she came once again. I continued to fuck her until I was sure she’d finished cumming, then pulled out and sat in the middle of the couch. She straightened up and moved around to straddle me, sitting on my rigid tool with her luscious tits right in front of me.

As she started riding up and down, I caressed her tits, gently tracing circles around her large areolas and stroking her thick, hard nipples. While her pussy felt absolutely outstanding, I sort of lost myself in her tits for a while after so much time of stealing glances at them wrapped in a tight t-shirt or sweater and now having them right there in front of me. My own orgasm was slowly starting to build up again, but I was raising Karen’s tits so that I could run my tongue around her areolas and suck her hard nipples. As I felt myself getting closer to cumming, I ended up leaning back and watching her tits bouncing while reaching around to run my hands over her ass. I was pushing up into her, enjoying the increasing levels of pleasure I was experiencing thanks to her hot pussy. She must have been able to sense when I was about on the verge, because she stopped riding me, climbed off to kneel on the floor and wrapped her lips around my tool.

With one hand around the base, stroking as she sucked, Karen slid her hot mouth up and down my throbbing tool as I relaxed against the back of the couch, watching. She was a talented cocksucker, not just bobbing her head up and down, but doing whatever she could to draw the pleasure out longer, though I got the impression that this was not just for my benefit; she seemed to be getting as much out of sucking my cock as I was. I started to run my fingers through her dark blonde hair as I got closer to cumming, though I resisted pushing my cock any deeper into her mouth as she was doing an outstanding job of bringing on my orgasm without my assistance. My cock started to swell even more as I was right on the verge but Karen never let up, even as I exploded with a soft grunt into her mouth. She swallowed my load and continued to nurse my cock until I was completely spent, then let it fall from her mouth and smiled up at me.

“That felt right,” she finally said, “what do you think?”

“I think that was absolutely outstanding,” I replied, “the best remedy for sleeplessness I’ve ever tried.”

“I think I can probably sleep now, though,” she said, “but maybe we should stay together down here just in case we wake up again.”

We got dressed again and pulled an afghan off the back of the couch, lying together under it as we finally drifted off.

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The rest of the week in New Orleans had been quiet compared to that first night. But what a night it had been. Bill and Brandi had enjoyed re-living it when they made love. Brandi was more relaxed and even seemed more open sexually. They hadn’t incorporated anything new together since that night, but she had gone to the store one day and bought a couple of new clothing items, including a nearly sheer top that she wore without a bra in the evenings on Bourbon Street.

It made things hard for Bill in more ways than one. But they enjoyed it and relaxed even more before they left for the next stop on their trip.

Bill awoke to the sounds of the Caribbean dancing against the beautiful tan sands of the island. The sliding door to their suite was open to let in a nice breeze as he laid in the hammock that was set up on the balcony of their room.

They had gotten to the resort the afternoon before. The flights had been a little rough though, so they had gone to dinner and then called it an early night. Nothing too crazy, but they were happy to find a hammock big enough for two on their balcony. Brandi decided to switch off the lights and get naked before walking out on the deck. They fell asleep like that for a while, only waking up when the breeze got too strong and they headed back in to cuddle naked. Her warm skin felt amazing on his as they wrapped the blankets tight.

Early the next morning, she slipped out in a pair of tights and zip up purple sports bra. While the resort itself was quite open to nudity and even public sex, which she was looking forward to, she had seen the yoga class and gym information before they had gotten there. Walking in, she got herself set up in the locker room with a towel and change of shoes to go running after her yoga session.

Seeing herself in the mirror, she admired her abdomen and the camel toe through her pants.

Her workout pants only went to her knees and she smiled, knowing that they were just thick enough with being black that she didn’t have to wear any underwear. The thought of being in such little clothing made her horny. To make it even more fun, she folded the top hem of her pants a couple of times to just along her hip bones. This made her pussy standout even more, which made her grin at her new found excitement.

Walking into the yoga class, the room was slightly dark with the shades pulled and low lighting.

Several women were getting comfortable and set up. It was an all female class, so a couple of them were topless. Not that it mattered, but they could feel freer in this setting.

Overall, the class was uneventful. But she noticed that another woman her age was checking her out.

It was just surprising. The other girl looked Vietnamese, with beautiful tanned skin all over. She was topless and had stunning breasts that sloped gently into a well rounded curve that culminated into two perfect nipples that looked just like sweet candy. Not a tan line could be seen, which made her both horny and somewhat self-conscious. She wanted to suck on those nipples, which made her own hard and gave a little bit of a print through on her sports bra.

As they walked out, the other woman came over to her and introduced herself as Dani.

Heading back into the locker room, Dani asked Brandi what she was heading to do next. Brandi answered, “With a run. Would you like to go?” She surprised even herself by asking that. Dani smiled and said yes. Dani pulled a black sports bra on laughing as she said, “Don’t want everyone seeing the girls right away. Gotta leave something to the imagination.” She winked and they headed out.

The run was a lot of fun. Both were able to work up a good sweat on the running trail around the resort.

Dani kept checking her out, watching her breasts rise and fall. It didn’t take long for Brandi to start noticing Dani’s as well. They bounced gently she noticed with every step, which made her body begin illegal bahis to tingle seeing that movement, even through the fabric of the bra. Dani was impressed with the fact that she could tell Brandi had no underwear on, which made her smile thinking about how fun this would be. As they ran Brandi felt the fabric against her bare pussy lips, which were rubbing together with every move. Surprisingly, watching Dani’s chest heave drove her crazy and with a light layer of sweat on her skin, Brandi shuddered from a small orgasm.

Slowing to a walk, Dani ripped her bra off. Being morning, there still weren’t too many people awake yet. It felt freeing to let her chest breathe. Brandi admired the freedom along with the glow she saw.

As they headed back to the locker room, Brandi surprised herself when she reached out to take Dani’s hand. Locking fingers, Brandi stopped them just outside the door where there was a beautiful view and they were slightly secluded from everyone else to kiss Dani.

Both of them drew sharp breaths from the intensity they felt.

Back in the locker room, their lockers were close to each other. Dani slammed Brandi against an empty space on the doors, pressing her hardened nipples and bare chest into her new lover’s skin. Brandi pulled her in tighter for a deeper kiss, hot wet tongues dancing together. One of her hands found Dani’s back, and slowly traced down to the top of her butt, right along the fabric hem at the waist.

Pushing Dani back to the nearby bench, Brandi stood back. She looked straight into Dani’s eyes as she peeled the zipper of her sports bra down, giving a show. As it fell away, she wiggled and let her yoga pants melt off, leaving her naked. Dani marveled at the beauty in front of her.

Dani quickly removed what was left of her clothes.

Throwing the clothes into their lockers, the two naked women took towels and headed towards the steam bath. No one else was around, so they headed in to just relax and carrying the towels instead of putting them on. Still flirting, Brandi admired that there were no tan lines anywhere on her new friend. The small heart shaped patch of hair just above her perfectly smooth mound made Brandi smile sexily.

Both were already sweaty and while the steam bath was warm, both felt turned on and had slight shudders at the thought of the game being played. The tension made it almost as fun as just being naked together with someone new.

Since no one else was around, Dani laid out her towel and settled back on it, letting her legs spread wide. Dani smiled coyly as she toyed with Brandi some more.

Brandi couldn’t believe the view as she scanned Dani’s glowing body, even in the dimly lit room.

Muscles relaxed in the warm room as Brandi followed suit, letting her body rest on the towel covering the bench. She had never felt so open and yet so calm. The beads of sweat formed a soft dew at first on each of their sensuous bodies, making them shine even in the dark. Brandi drifted off gently letting the experience relieve her stress to make her happy. It was the most relaxed she had been in a long time.

Dozing, she began to dream a little.

Brandi imagined her new friend crawling over to her in the low light. As Dani sat down at the end of the towel, she lifted Brandi’s feet and legs onto her toned lap, beginning to softly massage feet, ankles, and calves. Smiling at the beautiful woman caressing her skin, Brandi realized that it wasn’t a dream. She hummed a little.

“Please don’t stop love. This is a new part of me that I’m beginning to explore in enjoying women just as much as I do men.”

Dani smiled broadly, wondering what her new lover had already explored. But now was not the time for questions. It was time to make the other woman happy, to explore with her.

Working her way up slowly, she came out from under Brandi’s legs and kneeled over her on hands and knees. Gently working her illegal bahis siteleri way up, she massaged Brandi’s thighs, but jumped over the beautifully clean shaved pussy in front of her. It was hard, but it would be worth the teasing to work her way back. Kissing along Brandi’s hip line, she discovered how sensitive this new friend was, something she would have to keep in mind for later. Brandi was incredible sexy as she squirmed from the attention of lips gently gliding along where her panty line would be and the light sucking on her hip bone.

Dani continued exploring upward, softly kissing the center of Brandi’s chest between each breast. She licked from there straight up into a deep, longing kiss with Brandi while simultaneously lowering herself to press together. Nipples contacted first, followed by the warm full feeling of each breast melding in the heat and steam. Neither of them had ever experienced something like this in a steam bath, which only made it that much more appealing and novel.

Suddenly breaking the kiss, Dani got a sexy smile on her face and began kissing her way down Brandi’s tummy. She wasted no time finding the other woman’s pussy and was rewarded with an already soaking set of lips from more than the steam. Brandi tasted amazing to her.

In an even more daring move, she spread Brandi’s lips apart and blew into her. Brandi shuddered instantly with a massive orgasm that rippled from head to toe.

By the time Brandi opened her eyes, Dani was kneeling over top of her. It was an incredible sight with two perfect tits swinging freely right in front of her. She watched as drops of sweat glistened, rolling down each breast softly over the golden brown skin until it reached the nipples hanging over her. It pooled at the pointed, hardened points, with light gleaming through, before growing heavy enough to fall away and onto her own skin. Brandi’s skin tingled as the drops landed on her abdomen.

Lifting herself up slightly, she kissed Dani deeply and sensuously.

Dani returned the favor in kind by pressing her body back against Brandi.

As they made out, Dani adjusted as Brandi brought her knee up. Taking the opportunity, it almost drove the fair skinned beauty to orgasm as her new girlfriend lowered herself on and began grinding her soaking pussy against her leg. The contact felt wonderous to both as Dani let a hand slip between her new girl’s legs to massage the clit and finger her. Brandi loved the feeling of just the tip of her lover’s finger massaging and stroking at the opening of her tight cunt. Working together they created a wonderfully relaxing orgasm together as they kissed.

They kept the embrace and lips pressed together as long as they could.

Neither of them had seen the other two women slip in who were watching intently.

As they relaxed and noticed the other two, the observers smiled coyly. Both were blonde, but one was short (or fun size as Brandi thought to herself) while the other was tall as she enjoyed checking them out. Her attention went back to her own sweet new friend as Dani took her hand. They smiled at the others as Dani said, “Enjoy. Maybe we’ll run into you later?” The shorter one answered with a giant sexy grin, “I hope so.”

They stepped out of the steam room and grabbed their towels. The locker room was a little busier, but neither wrapped up, proudly walking around naked. Dani wanted to take a shower, but Brandi shook her head. “Maybe we can explore that together later?” She winked and Dani smiled.

At the lockers, they dried off. Both dressed and walked out hand in hand.

They kissed one more time at the door. Dani asked, “We’re in room 506. If you decide you and your partner want to get together later.”

Brandi had never thought of Bill as her partner, but the idea thrilled her as they parted ways.

She hadn’t noticed how flushed she was from the workout and steam room orgasm after. But canlı bahis siteleri Bill noticed with a smile on his face as his girl was hot and sweaty with a new glow. He was laying naked in bed with a sexy movie on, but as he saw her with this look, she had his undivided attention. Something was new. She smiled realizing that she had a new secret side that she was exploring for herself. With her lips concealing the sensual passion she had just experienced, Brandi locked eyes with Bill. Her left hand moved unconsciously to release her breasts from the captivity of her purple sports bra. He had noticed her nipples poking through, which made it clear how turned on she was.

The entire experience was new to him, but he wasn’t going to complain. Something had her going.

As the bra fell away her right hand pushed her yoga pants right back off. They had only been on a couple of minutes, but he couldn’t tell. She was hot and sweaty, which he took to mean she had only had a good workout. The secret was burning in her, but she swore to herself that it was her experience. They had agreed that it was up to the individual if they wanted to share any details of encounters they had separately. She was sharing it with him, but not the details.

Holding his gaze, she glided across the room to the open balcony door and paused.

“Get out here and fuck me. I’m wet and need your cock.”

He was so stunned that he almost couldn’t believe his ears with the change that had come over her. But he was up in a heartbeat as she was leaning over the rail, her pussy and ass exposed to him while her tits stood out freely for anyone to see. Being an adult only resort like this, no one thought twice…well, except for the couple in the hammock below that decided to watch and enjoy the show through the open metal railing of the balcony.

Something about the moment drove Bill crazy with an animalistic desire. Instead of trying to stop it, he let it control him.

Nothing stopped him from just pushing his way into her, mounting her from behind.

Brandi moaned loudly as he slid in without pausing and using her shoulders to push into her as deeply as he could. It almost hurt, by was so pleasurable that the pain disappeared instantly. He pulled back and slammed into her even further. The added element of his hand on her shoulder made her feel sexy while being dominated in a new way they had never considered before. It helped even more when he grunted as his cock forced even deeper into her while he reached up with his other hand and pulled her hair. She never felt so sexy, open, vulnerable, and amazing.

Her moans and his grunting made the couple below watch in amazement. Brandi’s orgasm blew her mind as she released from the passion.

Bill wasn’t done however, letting his body control everything. In a new twist for him, he had cum inside of her, but hadn’t fully orgasmed.

He owned her and his body owned him. Nothing could stop the feeling of dominance and fire.

With a low growl, he released the biggest shot of cum deep inside of her. He owned her sexually in that moment and didn’t let up on her pussy until every last drop was out of him. She couldn’t believe the power that had come from him, but didn’t want to do anything other than completely surrender to it.

Below, the couple that had been watching could no longer hold back by just rubbing themselves. Her boyfriend untied her skimpy teal bikini bottoms as they got out of the hammock. She laid on the grass and wrapped her legs around the back of his neck. His cock slipped in and she matched her moans to Brandi’s while she got pounded passionately.

Bill kept pounding into her as she watched the other couple. The four of them felt connected in that moment of heat. Brandi couldn’t believe how sexy it was to watch and be watched like this. It made her feel more alive than ever.

She orgasmed again with even bigger scream as the power and tingling sensation rushed through her body. They came apart as the other couple exploded in their own ecstasy from the experience.

Brandi and Bill collapsed back into the bedroom and as he drifted back to sleep, she licked his cock clean.

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Finding this small inn, they had barely escaped the cold and the hostile party chasing them down. The only sound now was the dripping of Bastian’s wet hair on his shoulders as the ice melted from it. The tortured look had receded from eyes, replaced by a tentative stillness. He looked like prey, ready to run at the first sign of danger. Laine didn’t move, didn’t breathe, for fear of spooking him. He cleared his throat and looked away. “Thank you. For having my back.” Laine just looked at him. “I’m sorry I haven’t been more able to help.”

He shrugged the apology off and dropped his bag on the floor, looking around. “I’ll take the floor,” he said. Not one to waste words. She’d grown accustomed to his terse communication style. “You can take a shower first. I’ll check the outside again.”

Laine nodded once, and moved into the tiny bathroom. As exhausted as she felt, she wasn’t sure how he was still upright. He’d done the brunt of the fighting today, and taken more than a few hits. She’d done what she could, but wasn’t as experienced or as strong as he was. The guilt of the imposition she was on him came flooding back to her.

She sighed as she stepped in to the warm spray. The shower was dingy with stains and rust, but looked technically clean enough. She frowned down at her body where several large bruises began to bloom; still a fresh red. She rinsed her hair and scrubbed the dirt and blood from under her fingernails as best she could. The provisions in the shower were sparse, but there was enough soap to at least feel human again, if not exactly clean.

Laine heard Bastian moving around the room as she wrapped a towel around herself and dragged a comb through hair that way too thick for it. She opened the door to find him gingerly removing his boots. He was pale, but it might just have been from the cold. Keeping his moodiness in mind, she decided against expressing any concern for him.

“I saved you some hot water.” Bastian nodded and stood, more slowly than she’d seen him move in the week they’d been traveling together. He walked toward the bathroom door, then stopped, turning. “Don’t open the door for any reason. If you hear something, get me immediately.”

Laine fought the urge to roll her eyes, and just said, “I’m not stupid,” as the door shut firmly behind him. “Jerk,” she muttered under her breath. She cinched the towel tighter and sat on the bed to finish combing her hair. She stopped short as she heard a thud and a muffled “Gah!” come from the bathroom. Thinking the worst, she barreled through the door and ripped the curtain aside to see Bastian on one knee, bracing one arm against the shower wall. He was hunched over himself, his breathing short and fast.

“What happened,” Laine demanded. Bastian’s eyes were closed, and his mouth was tight with pain.

“I reached up to move the shower head, and my side split.”

“Let me see.” Bastian looked up at her, but instead of the usual coldness, she saw only indifference and defeat. If he felt too badly to yell at her for intruding on him, it must be serious.

He lifted his free arm, slowly, and Laine saw the wound over his ribs. The middle was straight and clean-edged, but part curving toward his chest was jagged where his skin had just given out under a shallower section of the same knife gash.

“Why didn’t you tell me you had a cut this deep? I could have stitched it for you,” Laine chastised as she pushed gently against the outside of the wound. He hissed as more blood trickled out. “I didn’t know it was that deep.”

She muttered something about ‘stubborn pig’ under her breath, but eased back onto her heels, looking at him. He was covered in bruises and injuries. Some fresh, but most old and scarred over. Most had healed ugly, as though he’d tended them himself. He must spend so much time alone. To have his only human contact come from such violence… no wonder he was so bad at being around people.

He was looking at her now, daring her with his eyes to ask about it. She swallowed her feelings back. “I don’t think there’s anything stuck in there. But I need to clean it up. She stood and crossed her arms. “Any more damage you need to tell me about, or am I supposed to find you dead of pride in the morning?”

Bastian stood with what she could tell was a mighty effort. Blood oozed down his side, mixing canlı bahis şirketleri with the water and running down the length of his body. There was a lot more blood swirling around the drain than she’d expected, but most of it didn’t seem to be his. Suddenly remembering he was fully naked, Laine fought to keep her eyes up, but she did take note of the other nicks on his chest and arms. None looked too serious.

“I’ll find the first aid kit,” she said as she left the room, hoping her cheeks weren’t too red. He didn’t acknowledge her words as he picked up a bar of soap and began scrubbing the dried flecks of blood from his hands.

Laine shuffled quickly through her pack and found a tank top and sweat pants, and shoved them on. She located the first aid kit, and was poking through the contents when the bathroom door opened and Bastian walked out, a towel wrapped around his waist. Biting her tongue to keep from blushing again, Laine gestured to the bed. “Sit.”

Bastian just looked at her. “No.”

Laine sighed. “Okay He-Man, have it your way.” She motioned him closer to the bed where the first aid kit lay open. “There’s no thread in here,” she said, eyeing him severely, “I assume you’ve already used that.” Bastian stayed silent, his eyes locked on a crack in the wall.

Laine lifted his arm gently and looked at the wound again. “It’s not too wide, but it might leave an ugly scar just the same. Bastian snorted. Well, at least he was no longer ignoring her completely. She pulled out two large butterfly bandages and set them next to the kit. “Lift your arm.” He did so, and she opened an alcohol wipe, squeezing the excess liquid into the opening. He sucked his breath in sharply, but stayed still with his arm outstretched.

She wiped the edges of the wound, and tossed the wipe into the trash. She pulled the backing off one of the bandages and fixed the bottom adhesive underneath the left side of the gash. She repeated the process with the second bandage, placing it under the right side. She moved his arm so that it was braced on her shoulder. “This is going to hurt.” She braced her thumbs on the attached part of the bandage, and placed her middle fingers on the pad of each one. Working as quickly as she could, she used her index and ring fingers along with her thumbs to pull the wound closed, and fastened the top of each bandage.

Bastian’s jaw was clenched, but still he was silent. He grunted and made to move away, but she snatched the arm still on her shoulder. “Let me see the rest of you.”

“I’m fine,” he snapped, but she was already moving in front of him, looking at the bruises that mottled his sides and chest. None looked bad enough to indicate internal damage, but he would be sore for a good long while. She moved around to look at his back, brushing his hair gently out of the way. He tensed. Laine froze momentarily, but when he made no further movement, she continued, keeping her fingers on him so he would know where she was and what she was doing. He was like an abused puppy that had grown into a mistrustful dog.

His back was as scarred as his front, and she saw a mark on his shoulder that mirrored one in the front, and wondered what had gone clean through him. She dropped her hand and moved back to face him.

“What happened to you?” she asked.

He looked at her defiantly. “I’m a mercenary. It comes with the territory.”

“What made you decide to do this?”

It was almost imperceptible, but he squared his shoulders and stood a little taller. “I’m not good for anything else.”

Laine studied him. His eyes. It was all in his eyes. He wore many shields on those eyes, but there was something behind it all that made her think he wasn’t just a cold killing machine.

“Where do you come from? Where’s your family?”

He turned his head and stepped away from her. “I don’t have a family.”

“But you must have had one once – you came from somewhere. Someone took care of you.”

“I’ve been alone as long as I can remember, and I’d like to keep it that way.” He strode back to the bathroom, grabbing his pack on the way.

“You’re welcome, asshole!” Laine threw at his back. She was seething on the inside. An entire week they’d been traveling together, and she knew nothing about him. She’d dealt with his one-word answers, his glares, his canlı kaçak iddaa silence. Yes, she had pushed him into helping her, but what else was she supposed to do? It’s not like there was a list of mercenaries for hire that she could call. He’d come through town, and she’d taken her chance. She crossed her arms and glared as he turned back to face her.

“I’m the asshole? I wouldn’t even have these new injuries if you hadn’t hounded me for help. I’ve been saving your ass ever since I met you and all I get in return is your constant chatter and questions. Let me be clear – we’re not friends. You hired me to do a job, and that’s all I’m here to do.”

“What happened to you?” she asked again. “Why are you so incapable of basic human interaction?”

Bastian stepped toward Laine until only a few inches separated them. “It’s none of your goddamn business,” he said with venom in his voice. “Why do you care?”

“Because I don’t think you’re who you pretend to be. I think there’s more to you, but you won’t give anyone a chance to find out.”

“And how could you possibly know that? What amazing insight you must have, to think that a lone mercenary must have a troubled past.” His nose was almost touching hers at this point. “You’re not the only one to try to shove that theory down my throat, princess. Grow up. You can’t figure me out based on your own knowledge of the world, I can guarantee you that.”

Laine still glared up at him, but she had nothing to say. She couldn’t explain why she felt the way she did, but she knew she was right. That fire crackling in his eyes, she could see the fear behind it; the longing. She reached out a hand and laid it flat against his stomach.

Bastian flinched. “What are you doing?” he asked, not taking his eyes off hers.

“I don’t know, just… just shut up.” The heat of his body so close to her was intoxicating. She ran her fingers lightly over each scar and injury, as if her touch could tell her the stories about them that he wouldn’t. Bastian stood, tensed and unmoving as Laine explored his body. When she tentatively leaned forward and lightly kissed the puckered scar below his collarbone, he grabbed her by the elbows. “What… what are you doing?” he asked again. She looked into his eyes – guarded curiosity there, but also worry. She felt so much from him. He had miles of betrayal stretching out behind him, and such a burden laying on his soul. The heaviness of it hit her and she struggled to keep the tears from her eyes.

Laine put a hand on each of his forearms where he held her at arm’s length. She looked up at him, where he watched her suspiciously.

“Just for tonight,” she said, “a truce. You can go back to being an asshole tomorrow.”

The wariness in his eyes shifted slightly, revealing a kind of hunger. Not just for her body, but for something more. For kindness. Laine put her hands on his face, and lifted on her toes to kiss him. He didn’t react at first as she put her lips against his. His grip was frozen on her elbows still. She pulled away, and saw the pleading on his face. He didn’t want her to do this. To make him want her. He was afraid of it. It was enough to make her reconsider, but then his fingers tightened on her skin and he leaned close and kissed her back. His hands were so tight on her it was almost painful, but she pulled him closer, her hands roaming over his back. She didn’t stop, didn’t pause at the imperfections she found there; they didn’t make her shrink away.

Laine tried to convey that feeling through her touch, tried to make him feel safe. Wanted. Bastian grabbed her by the hips and pulled her closer, moving his hands over her back in a mirror of her own movements. She suddenly remembered that he was in nothing but a towel, and her hands moved to where it rested low over his hips. Pulling the edge free, she moved the cloth from between them and let it fall to the ground.

Bastian pushed against her and she had no choice but to step back until she was against the wall. Still, Bastian pushed and Laine let him devour her space with his body. Her hands moved down his waist and back up his chest, resting on either side of his neck. He still kissed her, deeply and hard while his hands roamed over her waist, her breasts, her back. She opened her eyes and saw him staring at her, watching her. It was unnerving, canlı kaçak bahis but it also set her body on fire.

Laine reached down and took him in her hands, marveling at how all men were the same when it came to their dicks. They came in all shapes, sizes, and colors to be sure, but the differences were secondary to the sameness. Bastian’s entire body was riddled with scars, but the hard, silky skin in her hands felt the same as any other. He was still just a man beneath all the pain and battle.

She stroked one hand gently up his ribs, and he shoved his hands against the wall on either side of her head, boxing her in. Laine pulled back to look at him, but Bastian closed the space she created, nipping his teeth down her neck and rubbing his scruff against her skin. Bastian dug his fingers into her hips and hooked his fingers into her waistband, pulling her sweatpants off. She kicked them away as he yanked up on her tank top, ripping it over her head as she lifted her arms.

Bastian took one of her bare breasts in his palm, rubbing his thumb over her nipple. Laine arched her back toward him as kissed her again, more roughly. He ground his bare hips against hers, making her feel the full, hard length of him.

Laine trailed a hand softly down his arm, and he growled, cupping her ass and lifting her off the ground. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her to the bed, tossing her down onto it. He stood over her for a moment, breathing harshly, before moving her thighs apart with a knee. He bent over her and kissed her stomach, one hand moving to cup a breast, which he stroked idly. His other hand moved between her legs, and replicated the stroking motion.

Laine arched into him, warmth spreading from up her spine. She bunched the sheets in her hands and closed her eyes. She opened them again when he stopped kissing her stomach, to find him watching her. His eyes were dark and heavy, with both desire and that something else that she couldn’t quite pin down. He looked angry, but also desperate. She reached out and put a hand through his dark hair, brushing it back from his face. Bastian closed his eyes and turned away from her, putting his mouth between her legs. Laine gasped and threw her head back onto the bed. Her body burned under his touch. His tongue teased her, hard and soft in turns. He dragged his hand from her breast down her torso, his calluses scratching the tender skin. The contrast in sensations fired all of her nerves awake and she saw stars behind her eyelids.

Just as she felt her orgasm peaking, he pulled his head away from her. Bastian’s hair fell back across his face as he crawled over her, covering her body with his. One leg was bent at the knee, pushed under hers, and the other was stretched straight out behind him, foot braced against the wall. His face close to hers, she could feel his hot breath on her neck as he kissed her neck, her throat, the dip between her collarbones. Even though his touch was gentle, the stubble on his chin made her skin feel chafed and aching. Bastian placed a hand over her heart and lay still for a moment, feeling her heart racing in her chest. And then he drove himself into her with a grunt. He ran his hands along her arms until he intertwined his fingers with hers and pushed her hands above her head, pinning her down.

Laine could breathe freely, but most of his weight was on her, holding her down beneath him, not letting her touch him. Bracing her feet against his legs, she met his thrusts, and gently bit the side of his neck, moving from just below his ear to his throat and back again. Bastian pressed his forehead against the side of her head and ground his hips against hers, using his foot against the wall to push harder.

Her body was combusting from the inside out. She closed her fingers tightly around his and pushed against him as hard as she could as she came, gasping and shuddering. Bastian gave several more hard thrusts, and she felt him release as well. He was sweating, and his breathing was ragged. Bastian shifted slightly so his full weight was no longer on her, and she risked a glance at him. His hair was covering most of his face. Laine pushed it back behind his ear, and he opened his eyes. They were heartbreaking – vulnerable and open, he looked like he was about to be whipped.

Laine smiled softly at him, and watched his eyes close off in the space of a heartbeat. The clouded suspicion and wariness was back. Bastian pushed off the bed. “I’ll take the floor,” he said, and picked the towel up off the floor, wrapping it back around himself.

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Ann and I sat on the plane waiting for takeoff. She was looking out her first class window seat as I gripped the arms of my chair nervously.

“This is going to be so much fun!” She said excitedly as she turned to me from the window. I could only force a grin.

“What is the matter?” She asked, concern filling her voice as her hand touched my arm. I looked over at her and took a deep breath.

“I don’t like to fly, I thought I could handle this but now I am not so sure!” I said, my voice wavering as fear crept in.

“What is it? Are you afraid of heights?”

“No, I am afraid of crashing!” I said almost a little to loud to where an airline attendant overheard me.

“Is everything ok?” She asked standing next to me.

“He is just a little nervous.” Ann sat smiling at my vulnerability.

“Sir it will be fine!” The attendant assured. I gave her a hard look.

“Don’t tell me that, I have already fallen out of the sky once!” I bit, a little sharper than I wanted. The attendant grimaced and beat a hasty retreat.

“You have been in a plane crash?” Ann asked me softly. I struggled to regain my composure.

“No, it was a chopper.” I said feeling the plane begin to move, my eyes fluttered closed.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Ann asked softly, soothingly.

“No.” I replied but she looked at me with such caring eyes that I melted. “It is deemed classified.” I began. She smiled as if I was joking, or maybe trying to save myself some embarrassment. “I won’t tell anyone!” She giggled.

“No you don’t understand. It is classified by the US Government.” The smile faded from her.

“I was in the Army, 101st Airborne. I was a Ranger on a recon mission into Iraq before the Gulf War. It was hush-hush stuff. The chopper I was on went down carrying six of us. Something went wrong and we crashed. I broke both my legs everyone else died. I spent the last 6 months of my hitch in rehab. Never went back even though I was given the clearance to do so. The army covered it up. They didn’t want anyone to know that we lost men in Iraqi territory before the war started.” I was quiet as the plane pulled into position for final take off procedures. Ann held my hand leaned over and whispered to me.

“Once we are in the air, I will make you more comfortable.” She smiled and kissed my hand. I could only nod as I felt the plane move forward gathering speed for take off.

I didn’t quite pass out but things became dark. Once we were airborne the flight smoothed out, my heart began to beat a little slower. I wiped the beads of sweat from my forehead. The fasten seat belt sign went off and the announcement was made that we could move around.

“Are you ready?” Ann asked me undoing her seat belt.

“Ready for what?” I asked nervously looking around us.

“Give me two minutes and come to the bathroom, knock three times.” She got up and left without another word. I watched her move forward to the bathrooms, and disappeared into one. I looked around and everyone was either reading or in conversation. After the two minutes specified, I made my way forward to the bathroom. I looked to everyone around me no one seemed to notice anything was amiss. I knocked three times and the sign signifying occupied switched to vacant. I opened the door and Ann was smiling big. I made my way in quickly, she took me into her arms and kissed me.

“I guess I don’t have to ask what you are up to?” I joked as Ann moved her lips down my neck. I began to pull her shirt over her head, she was wearing a white lacy bra today. I quickly started kissing her available skin. Her hands went down to my snap on canlı bahis şirketleri my blue jeans and undid them. Next the zipper came down and she pushed them and my underwear down to my ankles. The close proximity of the room didn’t allow for much movement, so with my back pressed against the door and her back against the wall she went down to my now hardening cock. She quickly took it in, sucking it gently, coaxing it to its full length. I stood against the door, the heat from her lips seemingly burning through my skin on my cock. She stood quickly letting a soft “pop” sound emit as she pulled her mouth off my cock. We were moving at a frantic pace as she placed a deep kiss on my lips her fire raging out of control. I could begin to smell her excitement. She dropped her pants and stepped out of them. Her pants and panties were soon kicked out of the way. I pressed her into the wall with a thud and began to kiss her as my hands made my way down to her willing lips. I slowly slid a finger in, she gasped at the feel. With my thumb resting on her clit and my index finger in her I began to thrust with my finger and rub my thumb on her hardening clit. Within a few minutes her breathing became more gasps than breaths. Soft moans began to fill the small compartment.

Next door to Ann and me a woman in her mid forties was applying her make up when a thud caused her to jump and smear her work.

“Shit!” The woman said, as she was about to turn around and bang the wall. She began to hear soft moans through the thin wall. She placed her ear against the wall and listened. The paper-thin walls separating the two rooms barely blocked the sound of the room next to it. The woman allowed a grin to form on her face as she began to hear the unmistakable sounds of sex. She heard the soft gasps from the woman and the low encouragement from a deep male voice. Part of her wanted to move away from the wall, but she remained there. Ear pressed to the wall, she could hear scratching on the wall. Was this the woman’s nails scratching next door?

Ann ran her nails against the wall then reached forward and took my cock into her hand. She began to stroke.

“Oh god!” I moaned. Ann’s eyes were closed and her face was turning red with excitement. I placed another kiss on her lips and she began to eat and my lips and tongue hungrily. Her hips began to move into my hand humping it. I began to thrust faster, her hips bumping the wall slightly.

The woman next door began to hear a soft rhythmic thumping against the wall, another smile crossed her lips. She began to picture the action going on next door, her own body began to react to what was going on. She looked around the small room she was in and undid her skirt and let it fall to the floor. She slipped her hose and underwear off next and the formed a pile on the floor, she moved them out of the way. She put one foot on the toilet, she placed her finger in her mouth wetting it. She then moved it down to her shaved lips, slowly she slid it in, laying her head against the wall with a soft gasp. She could feel the movements of the occupants in the room next to her on her face as she began to move her finger in and out of wetting, warm lips. She brought her other hand into play as she began to rub her own clit as she fucked herself with her finger.

Ann could not hold back any longer as her body came with a gush. I continued to thrust my finger in her. Her sticky juice covered my hand. Finally her eyes opened as I moved in front of her and lifted her. She was light as a feather as her knees locked into the crook of my elbow and her body hung against mine. She locked her hands canlı kaçak iddaa around my neck for more support and I pressed her against he wall. We maneuvered ourselves until my cock was lined up against her soft pussy lips, I pressed and they gave in willingly. I pressed her against the wall with my first full thrust. Slowly I began to withdraw and return with a deep press burying my cock in her again. She pulled my head down into her breasts and I began to suck on them she jerked her bra down revealing a nipple for my lips, I devoured it without question. Rolling the hardening bud in my mouth, my hips began to move on their own as Ann’s moans became louder with each thrust. She was struggling to remain quiet. As our bodies bumped softly against the wall we were pressed against.

The woman next door was gasping at her own ecstasy, as her body became more rigid as a mini orgasm washed over her. Her finger was fine but what she needed desperately, to give her the monster orgasm her body really wanted, was a good size cock! She looked around her as the sounds of lovemaking from next door became more prevalent. She looked through her purse and pulled her hard leather sunglass case out. She had bought it to keep her glasses from getting broken at the bottom of her purse. Now it would pull double duty. She put her foot back on the toilet, slowly she pushed the case against her outer lips, and she worked it back and forth coating it with her juices. The case was nine inches in length with a snap on cap, but it measured at least six inches around and was oval shaped. She began to work it into her. Gasping audibly as the large size of the case filled her. Soon she had a good four inches in her and began to thrust in and out with it. She smiled as she felt her body begin to respond to this “dick”. Ann lowered her head onto my shoulder as I began to thrust harder and faster into her. Her body was stiff, as she was about to let go of another orgasm. She began to kiss my face and then deeply kissed my lips her tongue shooting in and then I felt the vibrations of her scream of pleasure ripped through my mouth. It wasn’t very loud but it could be heard. For my part I never stopped thrusting and soon Ann was hanging there exhausted. I rammed my cock deep within her folds my own orgasm fast approaching. Ann began to rake her nails along my neck and chest leaving light red lines. As she became more aggressive with her lovemaking to me.

The woman next door heard Ann cum. The sound of another woman’s screams pushed her over the edge as she thrust the case viciously into herself. Her body convulsed as she was overcome by her orgasm. She covered her mouth with her own hand to keep the noise down, but she could not fully suppress the scream of passion as her cum leaked out around the case and dripped to the floor. The room filled with the sounds of her gushing wetness, and gave a soft slurping sound as she slowed the thrusting of her glass case.

I continued to press into Ann as she aggressively kissed and sucked on various parts on my face. My eyes, ears, and lips were fair game to her. I could feel her thrusting against me.

“Come on Mark, fuck me! Fuck me like a slut!” I cupped a firm ass cheek in each hand and pulled them apart, my finger made its way to her tight anus. She felt my probing and closed her eyes. I took some of her cum that was coating the area and ran my finger through it, getting some lubrication on it I went back to her tight ass. Slowly I worked a finger up to one knuckle. I could feel her ass cheeks tighten so I waited. I watched her facial expressions, I could feel my finger press against he soft canlı kaçak bahis skin separating my finger and cock. I continued to press my finger forward going up as far as our position would allow. Ann winced from time to time but began to enjoy the slight burn my finger was giving her.

“Oh god yes Mark that is it, fuck both my holes!” I began to get a rythym and slowly increased it.

“Oh yes! Do it!” She began to call out. The cum was building in my balls I could feel it. I started to use my finger in her ass to pull her to me, the sounds of our body slapping filled the room. I felt my cum move upward and with one final hard thrust I buried my cock deep within her and at the same time shoved my finger as far as I could. This motion caused Ann to yelp with both pain and pleasure. My cock bucked in her and she felt the movement and knew my cum was filling her body.

“Oh god that feels wonderful!” She said to me as she closed her lips tighter around my cock. We kissed deeply as I slowly moved my finger out of her and when it was finally out she winced a little.

“Never have had that before, felt kind of good!” She said placing her feet on the floor. We broke our embrace as Ann moved to sit on the toilet and let some of my cum fall out of her. She could feel the ooze and then it would splash gently. I stood there and watched her, as her breathing came back to her she reached out and tugged me toward her by my cock. She began to lick it clean a feeling that made my knees weaker than before. She looked up at me when she felt she had sufficiently cleaned it. She gently stroked it.

“Thanks for fulfilling a fantasy of mine. My girlfriends and I would watch X-rated movies and fantasize. This was one of mine.” She said reaching over to the toilet paper, she wiped the excess of cum off her lips and stood. She began to dress, as did I.

“Do you have others?” I asked when we were dressed. She kissed me.

“Lots!” She laughed. “Now you go and I will be out in a moment.” I slipped out of the room.

The lady next door struggled to regain her breathing as she listened to the occupants next door. The soft sounds of a woman’s voice urging her lover on, begging him to treat her like a slut and fuck her. She smiled at the thought of telling a man that. She cleaned herself up and waited for the door next door to open and the occupants to leave. She didn’t want them to know she was listening in.

Outside the door a man was making his was to the bathroom as I was leaving. I panicked he would see Ann and know what was up! I held out my hand to him. And he stopped, he looked at me quizzically.

“Look you may not want to go in there. I must have eaten something bad because it tore my ass up! Literally!” I blurted the first thing that came to mind. The man nodded knowingly. “Yea I have had those myself! Thanks for the warning!” He made he way over to the other side of the plane to an available toilet there. I made my way back to my seat. I watched Ann come out, her faced was still flushed from the excitement. She looked around nervously, as did I. No one seemed to be aware of our actions. As she began to make her way toward me with a smile a woman came out of the toilet next to her. They looked to each other and both blushed and looked away. The woman was also flushed as if she had been excited. Had she heard us? I could feel the heat rise in my face as both Ann and the woman made there way back to their seats. Ann sat down next to me and kissed my arm.

“Do you think she heard us?” She whispered looking at the woman take her seat.

“Maybe, I don’t know.” Just then the woman looked back at us and gave a nervous smile.

“Yea she heard us, but by the look of her it appears she was taking care of business herself!” I said embarrassed that we had been overheard.

“Oh shit!” Ann laughed excitedly. I couldn’t help but smile myself.

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After we enjoyed a late hefty breakfast I instructed the girls, it was time to start with the pussy shaving ceremony. They were a bit embarrassed, but I told them that this was very necessary to have a smooth pussy for better feelings, especially during sucking and massaging. I would love to enjoy the ultimate and there was nothing like a smooth shaved pussy, when it comes to sucking and fucking or better love making.

The girls cleaned the kitchen table on which the ceremony was going to take place. In the meantime I went to bring the necessary equipment, from my bathroom, such as scissors, shaving foam, razor and of course some cream, to give a final smooth finish.

‘Well I think we should start with Sandra. She was the one who had spent the first night with me; therefore I think she should be the first to enjoy such a delicacy.’ I said. She giggled and pulled herself together in a way to just say ‘why me’.

‘OK Sandy, come over here?’ She came over and stood infront of me close to the table. I helped her out of her bra and also pulled down her nice cotton panties. I moved her towards the table, instructed her to sit on the edge of it and slowly helped her to lie down on her back. I had already spread a soft leather cushion, which covered the surface of the table, making it more comfortable then lying down on the hard wood itself.

At the end corners of the table stood two holes into which fittings like stirrups can be fixed. From a small cabinet I brought the two stainless steel stirrups to the surprise of the two ladies. I fixed them in place and helped Sandra’s legs brought up into the padded supports.

‘Sam, are you a gyno?’ Joan audaciously asked.

‘Never thought about it; but love to look and enjoy nature’s greatest wonder. I think it’s more comfortable, both for the female and the male, not only to experience and look at its’ beauty but also to make love.’ I answered. ‘As a matter of fact I always felt a certain jealousy for doctors and gynos.’

‘Your initiatives and imagination in love making are incredibly vast,’ remarked Joan while Sam opened the stirrups as wide as they can go.

‘I always looked forward to such gyno exams, why I don’t know. All I know was, that I start getting excited from the night before. I get very horny.’ Sandra added. ‘Last time I was due I called my ex. and spent a night of hot sex. Then I enjoyed the best exam.’

‘What did the Gyno say?’ I asked.

‘If it wasn’t for the doctor-patient relationship I would fuck you there and then. I never had such a horny patient, although I had a few who felt excited, but never like you, he told me; then I told him that I can accommodate; after hours. With the next touch, while taking out the speculum I erupted in a huge orgasm. I left the clinic very disappointed. The telephone rang just after sunset. It was the Gyno. I’m inviting you to dinner he said. I answered that I was already half way with my cooking. Just bring a good bottle of wine and come over. That was the best night of sex I enjoyed… before meeting you, Sam.’

With her legs wide open she looked incredibly beautiful. She was still young but mature, her legs from the fork down were nearly perfect, very smooth, shaved and there in the centre where her legs connect with her torso, lies the magic orifice of love and procreation. The orifice which nearly every male crave for, dreams about, yes, dreams about what it is like, it’s beauty, similarity between the open legs of one girl and another; what women think whenever they open their legs infront boyfriends, husbands etc. Every man dreams, thinks, are they the same. Men can make a lot of visual pictures in his mind, of its’ beauty, his longing, what it looks like, is it like the others, is it hotter, what. The imaginary visions are never ending.

I also pulled down my briefs as I knew that very soon I am going to have a very big problem.

For such jobs I had a special stool made to specifications so that I can sit very comfortably. I sat on it and started cutting down the too long golden hair. I cut it down as low as possible. Then I marked a diamond at the highest part close to the bikini line down towards her clitoris. That way I would leave a small design to preserve her blond mark.

Soon as I had drawn the diamond I cut shorter around it to make sure I will not ruin it with the razor. Then, I cut more hair from around the lips and around her ass hole. I must say she looked fantastic with this rather white/yellow skin around her genital area. The outer ring around the holes looked very attractive in the very light brown colour like a white coffee. As soon as I have finished with the scissors I took a good look at her pussy; by opening the lips and examine the state of her arousal. She was already very drenched. ‘Oh Sam, don’t start. It’s too early.’

‘Why sweetie?’

‘Because by the time you finish I’ll be asking for another fucking.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Definitely so; I am already getting some tickling inside there. You excite me so much; these new sexual surprises are keeping me incredibly horny.’

‘Then I must say illegal bahis that I’m going to give you a very rough time as there are still too many, along the rest of your holiday. Recounting some of the adventures I encountered the last few years are enough to make you wet, days and nights.’

‘Most important is whether your master will keep his promises.’

‘Up to know he lived up to his duties. I hope another nine days will not hurt. A few days after you leave I have another friend coming for a week of hard action whom she may bring some fresh blood, plus my domestic who will be back from her holidays before you’ll be due to leave. So I am sure that he will keep his his good work and don’t disappoint in any way.’

By this time my finger was already moving slowly between her wet swollen lips, examining how far the temperature had risen. The liquid oozing out of her vagina was enough indication of the heat being generated. The feeling of the slick juice flowing slowly, was sticking to my finger. As I started pushing it slowly inside, sexual energy started flowing through my finger, moving along my blood stream and ending down into my phallus was already standing to attention. Joan was eyeing what was going on between my legs so I made sure that none of the girls will touch it. The flowing energy was stronger than I could cope with, and sometimes my hard dick felt like going to explode.

The excitement of shaving this girl’s vaginal area was too great, why I do not know, maybe it was one of my fantasies when I used to be alone, masturbating before flowing into a night of a deep sleep, with dreams flowing all around me. Since I shaved the first one (you may hear a story later) always enjoyed a lot of satisfaction. The way the razor clears away the lather together with the pubic hair, leaving that beautiful bare skin behind it like a trashing machine cutting away the wheat in a huge field. I love the way it will be slowly cleared leaving me the pleasure of enjoying the view of the bare skin. And the time, when I massage the shaving foam on the genital area down to around her ass, wow.

After I pulled my finger out of her vagina, I immediately took a facecloth out of a bowl of hot water, rinsed most of the water and wetted the whole area of treatment. Then out of the shaving foam can, I shot out a generous amount straight over her pubic bone, which I very slowly massaged over the whole of her genital area, especially round her ass and on the sides of her pouty lips. I also teased her ass hole a little bit with my finger as I had stopped there a few times and pressed my finger against her rosebud. Finishing massaging the foam I immediately started shaving.

First I moved the razor over her pubic bone then down, from the diamond I had drawn towards her clit and on the sides of her pussy. Moving the razor on the smooth skin and through the foam I was already getting a very smooth finish. The lips were looking more attractive with nothing sticking out of the skin. I kept the razor moving on the left of the slit until I ended near her ass hole. I pulled the safety razor away, put it into a bowl of water I had previously prepared, rinsed the hair and the soapy foam, making it clean again ready to attack the right side of her slit. Now I started from the pubic bone heading south, again leaving a clean smooth finish on the other side. My unfortunate cock was getting harder and harder as I was sure wanted to get inside the now nearly smooth slit. I again cleaned the razor and very slowly I shaved around the diamond, leaving a nice patch of hair to show that she was a real blond. The diamond came perfect.

‘Am I going to get a diamond?’ Joan asked.

‘Well I have other shapes in my mind, but for a black haired pussy a diamond is not appropriate. I am sure I can shape something more exciting.’ I answered.

Now I had to shave the few sparse hairs growing out on the outside of the loose lips. I pulled the right lip first and slowly, slowly I started shaving. When I was through the left lip and I must sayI had made a great effort. I gave it a second shave to smooth the areas around the diamond I had sculptured, down to near her ass.

‘Now Sandra, I want you to come off the table and bend down resting your stomach on the table, turning your ass towards me and open up your legs as wide as possible.’ She done exactly that; giving me the greatest view of her ass cheeks, with her ass hole above and the smooth pussy just below.

‘Joan, please open her ass cheeks as much as possible so that I can get close to her rosebud.’ As Joan opened her ass cheeks, her plumb clean pussy looked much more intriguing with the moist lips glistening in the light. Her ass hole with the sculptured ring of little wrinkles and the few remaining golden hairs made my mouth water. I not only wanted to touch but also lick, not to mention also to penetrate. My cock was getting harder and harder by the second.

I got the razor out of the bowl and gave the inside, around her ass cheeks a good smooth shave leaving her rosebud naked and exposed as the day she was born. I must say that my sub illegal bahis siteleri conscious was already making notes when I can enter this virgin paradise. This table is very ideal for all of these ministrations like doggy style fucking and anal penetration. It was also very good for tying the victim and give her good spanking, followed by a good fucking. This is a position I have enjoyed on many occasions especially when I was not giving the lady a pussy massage. I love it more for fucking the ladies from behind, me in the standing position while the ladies’ movements are rather restricted due to being on the table and much more when I penetrate their nether holes which always gave me the most pleasure.

Preparing an ass hole for cock penetration is an art in itself. The sphincter itself is usually very tight and has to be treated very carefully, the way to play around with like massaging, pushing one finger very slowly in until the ring is relaxed and slowly start to open, looking forward to receive what is its due.

Some ideas!

One has to realize that with anal penetration we are flowing against the current. Things, usually comes out and not in, therefore we have to be careful before we start. Pussy juice or water based lubes are the best for anal lubrication, especially the lube. A generous amount is usually needed especially if one is preparing a woman’s anus. I usually start with a finger and then later two, substituting with a small anal plug. A good enema for a good cleaning should always be on the agenda. Generally an enema will also enhance sexual activity in both the receiver and the recipient. This generally help avoiding pulling out a brown coloured dick. Condoms could be the solution; sometimes a necessity. In the end no body likes to get any undesirable disease. Then the little one eyed boy can slowly be pushed against the rosebud, slowly, slowly stretching and opening the neck of the arse hole. One eyed jack will be very pleased to crawl inside these tight holes for a good look especially if they had, had a good cleaning up front.

Women either love or hate it. Those who love it, they always enjoy it; it makes them so hot that they go crazy and when they erupt, wow. They really take pleasure in doing it, but the first taste is always hard and sometimes bitter especially if it’s rushed and done wrongly, then sorry, it will be very hard to persuade them into trying it again. So I had always taken a long time preparing their anal holes by massaging the area around it. Then play with their rosebud, also taking time creasing it and tickling it. Light massages, just the hand flowing close to the skin can make the girl feel that smooth tickling that send a certain rush of pleasure. As she starts to fall into it a hand playing with her pussy can increase the excitement. A relaxed recipient is a must.

As the blood start flowing through her veins, indications of boosting pleasure becomes evident, from her movements, her moans, her breathing. This will be the ideal time when a finger can be pushed straight inside her, very slowly, pushing it as the tempo of her excitement exhilarates upwards.

The first time it may take some time to get it all in. Rushing, is not option, especially if she’s a girl that it took you a long time to convince. Keep one hand busy round her clit and pussy, the rest may become much easier especially if her first orgasm is getting close. This will be the time when to increase the pressure on her rosebud and send the finger slowly in. Do it slowly. If her excitement keeps flowing upwards, the next move will be at the start of her orgasm, just start pushing slowly in and don’t stop unless she aborts her orgasm. This is a new territory. One either looses the battle or wins.

If the battle is won, just keep the good work at both ends. Move your finger in a clockwise and anti clockwise, slowly, until she starts to relax. The quicker she does the better. You are the hero. Then work your finger in and out, turn it round until she moves back into another climax. The rest could be easy.

Interesting will be, if an anal small plug is available. This can be slowly inserted and left there for sometime, while by now it should be evident that you have a raging hard on waiting to drive in; into any available hole. Eat her pussy, get her on, again and have a good fuck. With her ass hole loaded up nicely, sure you will enjoy the best she can provide.

The pleasure of an anal fucking is a national culture in these areas so it is very natural. Women here are hot and could not miss. Men, like their spouses to be virgins until the bridal night so it is obvious that they like to take it somewhere else. Anal crevices are always tight and have to be prepared. They are always tight the same like the first time. Entering from behind is not the ideal position, but the easiest and probably the sexiest. The problem is that it is not that intimate for making love but very good for enjoying the great view, prepare the pussy, getting excited and then fuck or go to the bedroom and make great intimate love by laying the partner on her side and canlı bahis siteleri enter her, again from behind, but can keep caressing her body with your hands. Enjoy it.

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I took a good look at my handy work, again looking at the fine smooth slit for any missed hairs. Nothing left; I took a wet hot face cloth and washed away any foam that was still around. But I had missed a few hairs here around her rosebud and these, which sure needed to be attended to, and that I done. After rinsing the whole area between her wide open legs, I rubbed the area with a towel, making sure it was thoroughly dry.

I, then asked Sandra to take the previous position on the table so I do the rest of the cleaning and the drying. She looked great and I must say that now she was more excited. After I showed her the shaved pussy in a mirror I held in line with her vision, between her pussy and her sight. Putting the mirror away I took some baby oil, massaged all the newly shaved area while enjoying the pleasures of a very smooth finish.

I sat there amazed at the beauty of her plump labja magora and the small lips flowing out like closed wings of a butterfly in the morning dew. The juice was seen flowing between these golden lips. I put my hands on the inside of her thighs and with my fingers, pleasantly opened her swollen wet lips. I looked deeply inside the valley of love, the smoothness of the moist glistening skin. It looked really cute, waiting for Mr. One Eyed Jack to get inside and explore the wet walls of this beautiful abyss of love. I looked at the little clit covered with this little hood connected to the pubic bone. I kept the lips open with one hand so that I could enjoy the precious valley of love and with the other hand while I touched it, putting my finger up and down her moist valley, collecting the flowing nectar, then brought it up to my mouth and licked the thick love juice I had just smelled. The smell of the aroma made my hardness ready to erupt. My volcano was on the brink of exploding.

I moved my hand down again towards her open vagina, then my pointing finger, the one I just cleaned with my lips, moved back between per swollen lips, then slowly inside her vagina. From there I collected more nectar, covered it with thick smelling juice which again I brought towards my mouth, flowing it around , enjoying the different scales of aroma, just like a wine taster. I did not spit it out. I’m not going to get drunk; with it, but rather more excited.

I held in inside my mouth, sticking to the whole surface while this precious finger found again her vaginal opening. I pushed it slowly inside her vaginal hole, feeling the wet hot walls waiting to be penetrated, to be given the utmost pleasure of love, only a man can bestow on a beautiful, cute lady like Sandra. I pushed my finger deeper into her vagina and left it there for a minute or two without moving.

Sandra started pulsating and moaning with pleasure. I pulled it out slowly and as soon as it left the neck I started massaging the depth of the valley, going over the pee hole to the clit where I pressed it against the knob of her clit. I pressed and started feeling her heart beat building up, helping her to spring, into another orgasm. I then moved down the valley again until I came against her rosebud where I, very slowly pushed my finger inside her back door. I took my time so that I could understand better the feeling of getting within the forbidden zone. Slowly I entered up to the full length of the finger, pulled out slowly, let the lips of her pussy close and let her slowly relax. I knew she was very hot and ready for anything.

‘Ohh Sam… Do fuck me please… but not in my ass.’

‘Why not?’

‘I don’t think I can like it.’

I didn’t say anything. Just looked into her eyes and with two fingers started massaging her clit. I took the hood between my fingers and started massaging it up and down, feeling the skin moving against the hard clit embedded inside. I kept this rhythm for some time until I put the middle finger of my free hand back inside her pussy. Now she was reaching the high side of the new eruption. Her clit became harder and her vaginal muscles started contracting. I kept it for a few more seconds until I had the signal that she could not take more of this and wanted nothing but my hard cock back inside her.

Under my capable hands Sandra looked terrific and I must say that my cock wanted nothing, but to taste the handiwork. I stood up, got closer to the table, put my hands on her legs and pulled Sandra towards me. As her pussy got close to my hard dick, I pushed home. ‘Ooooh Sam, fuck me.’ I started pumping my hard rod with long trusts in and out, allowing her the joy of sexual pleasure. ‘Fuck me Sam, Fuck me.’ I continued pumping my dick inside her, enjoying the tight surrounding of her love tube, with every now and then a hard grip from her vaginal muscles. Her moanings had already started while I reduced the intensity of my trusts. At moments I went for short slow trusts, holding them close for her opening. Her sexual eruption was now was evident, her body started shaking. I increased the intensity of the trusts, but kept them short until I felt her muscles tightening and her cries of pleasure escalated. Then I pushed my rod with one long, very hard trust straight deep in her burning fire.

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After my midday blowjob from Josephine, the world was looking up. She put her top back on, gave me her number, and left $1,000 richer than when she arrived. I watched her lithe frame get back in her Jeep and, when she didn’t know I was looking, she checked her hair in the rearview mirror and smiled.

The rest of the day passed uneventfully and I started dreaming of how I was going to enjoy my new prize. Josephine was incredible. Sexy, vibrant, smart. And for now she would be mine.

I checked my bank account around 1:00pm and noticed that Josephine had already cashed her check. No rest for the wicked with her. By 4:00pm I felt I had let her sit on this new situation long enough and was ready to reach out. My generation was prone to calling instead of texting, but I thought someone her age might be more comfortable with a text instead.

‘Good afternoon, Josephine. Are you still comfortable with our agreement?’

Less than a minute went by before she answered, ‘I am! I’m nervous tho…’

‘What are you nervous about?’

‘IDK,’ she answered, ‘Maybe I’m excited too.’

‘Do I excite you?’

This time a few minutes went by before she replied, ‘Yeah. After I left I had to go home and change.’

‘You had to change clothes? What for?’

‘Lol,’ she answered, ‘I got really wet. I didn’t want to tell you. I’ve only gone down on a couple guys but you were so big. I don’t know. Apparently that worked for me.’

‘You soaked through your panties too?’

‘I don’t wear panties with yoga pants ;-)’

I could feel myself start to get hard again. God, this stunning piece of ass was going to get whatever she wanted from me.

‘Well,’ I wrote, ‘When are you free tonight?’

‘Um after dinner?’ she said, ‘Maybe like 7. What are we doing tonight, sir?’

‘Whatever I want,’ I said, ‘And first we need to pick your outfit.’

‘Well how can I pick if I don’t know what we’re doing?’ she teased.

‘No I said WE need to pick your outfit. Send me options.’

‘Well do you want me in something formal or casual?’

‘No,’ I answered, ‘Send me pictures of the choices.’

Another few minutes went by before I got an answer. Her reply came in the form of a picture with a text underneath. The picture was a selfie of her in a mirror but cropped so that only the middle of her bare thighs down to her feet were showing. Her thighs looked so delicious. For the first time I was noticing her cute feet, they were proportional to her small figure.

‘Well it all hinges on the shoes, sir,’ she wrote. Before I could reply she sent me three photos that looked almost identical to the first but she was wearing different shoes in each. One photo showed her in blue high top converse tennis shoes. Another in purple velvet pumps – four inches – with a black bow on the toes. The last was a pair of cork wedges that had at least five inches of lift. I mulled over my options. So many possibilities.

‘I love the blue chucks and I can’t wait to see you in heels,’ I wrote, ‘But I want to see you in the wedges. It’s summer. They look warm.’

‘Yes, sir!’ she replied. Another few minutes went by and I received three more texts. This time her waist and below was showing in the mirror and she had the wedges on in all three. My choices this time started with a pair of skin tight, dark blue jeans that sat just below her tiny hips. Next was the bottom half of a white sundress that ended above the middle of her thighs. Last was a pair of cut off shorts that had holes between the pockets and her legs, they displayed the most of her pelvic region I had seen so far. The shorts extended only a half inch from her pussy and she wore a thick brown belt with them. That gave the effect of making the shorts look even smaller than they already were.

‘God how to pick?’ I responded, ‘Your legs are gorgeous. I like all my choices but I want to see you in the shorts tonight.’

I could see she was typing and after a minute I received three more photos, each one showing her from shoulders down to the floor. In all three she was wearing the shoes and shorts I had selected for her. This time each photo displayed a different top. One was a low cut bohemian spaghetti strap in purple, exposing the tops and sides of her perky teen breasts, she had tucked half of it into her shorts. The second was a plain white t-shirt but it was clear she was wearing no bra as her nipples poked gently through the fabric, it ended just an inch above the waist of her shorts… exposing her taught stomach. The third was a form-fitting brown lace that exposed half of her midriff and barley contained her C-cup cleavage.

‘What a decision!’ I wrote, ‘But I think the purple. It’s sexy.”

Ten minutes went by and I received three more texts. This time taken from the side and showing her profile. The first had her hair down, clearly extending far down her back. The second with her hair up in an elaborate bun. The final choice was pigtails weaved on either side of her beautiful young face.

‘All bahis firmaları good options,’ I replied, ‘But leave your hair down tonight for me.’

‘Yes, sir!’

‘You’re forgetting one of the most important things of all…’ I wrote to Josephine. She sent back a smirk emoticon and five minutes later I was treated to the best photos up to that point. She had disrobed except for the selected platform wedges and sent me three selfies of her entire body, head to toe, in profile. She had turned away from the mirror so I could only see her side. One hand held her phone and the other arm wrapped to cover her delicious teen tits.

In each photo I was presented a choice of panties: one pair of white lacy boy-shorts that hugged the gentle bubble of her firm little ass; one tiny purple thong in silk that closely matched the top I had picked; and one with no underwear at all… only her bare hips. From the profile of her panty-less photo I could catch a small glimpse of her 18-year-old mound and see that it appeared to be perfectly smooth.

‘I love that you don’t wear panties,’ I said, ‘But I think you better wear the purple thong in case you get too wet tonight.’

‘Good point!’ she said back. ‘I didn’t know it turned me on so much but I really liked having your cock in my mouth this morning. I had to pick up chapstick though, you stretched my lips so bad.’

‘What did you like about it?’ I asked. Before she answered I received a picture of her in the entire selected attire facing front, with one knee bent to accentuate her legs. Standing in front of her mirror was a mouth-watering teen fuck toy. Her long auburn hair cascaded around her waist. A purple spaghetti strap top displayed her ample breasts, significantly larger than you would expect on her petite frame. Her ripped daisy dukes were left unzipped and unbuckled to display the purple silk thong underneath. Her sunkissed, toned legs ended in the wedges that gave her entire figure a distinctive bounce.

‘Jesus Christ,’ I wrote back.

‘Do you like what you see, sir?’ she asked, ‘Because I like how you took charge of me this morning. It was nice to have a man that knows what he wants.’

‘I really like what I see, Josephine,’ I answered, ‘Be at my house at 8:00. Don’t forget to bring some of your art for me to see.’

‘I think I’m going to enjoy working for my tuition 😉 See you tonight, sir.’

* * *

I felt like 8:00pm could not come soon enough, but wanted to keep my cool. I was looking forward to consummating my arrangement with Josephine. One thing that really took the pressure off was having already drained my balls into her pliant, barely legal mouth a few hours before.

When 8:01 pm rolled around I had setup a table with wine and some charcuterie. Lit a few candles and dimmed some of the lights. My home was a colonial style mansion and, I felt, very impressive to a girl who grew up in her father’s apartment.

Josephine arrived in her red Jeep, this time with the bikini top of the SUV pulled up. I opened the door and stood in the doorway waiting for her. When she stepped up to the entrance she was wearing the pre-ordained outfit. She had added a bit of mascara, and was carrying a few bulky paintings wrapped in a canvas blanket.

“Good evening,” I said to her. She smiled and I saw the light in her eyes come to life.

“Good evening, sir.” I took the paintings out of her hands to carry them for her and leaned down to give her a peck on the cheek. She flustered a little and we walked into my home together. I set the paintings down in the entry way and escorted her to the nearby kitchen where I poured her a glass of white wine. We toasted to the evening and then I asked her to show me the art she brought.

Josephine led me back to the entryway, wine in hand, and my eyes roamed over her backside like I was reviewing a piece of meat at the butcher. She was stunning. She bent down to unwrap the pile of art leaning against my wall, a sliver of her tight butt cheeks slipped out from under the shorts I had made her wear.

When she stood back up she was holding one of three canvasses she brought with her and the content was… quite good. She had painted the face of a woman in mosaic using what appeared to be graffiti spray paint. Each piece of the mosaic looked like a vibrant piece of tile individually sprayed on. It must have taken her days or even weeks to execute.

I stood there in silence.

“Well…” she said, “What do you think?” I let the silence beat another second because I was truly impressed.

“It’s really… it’s rather good,” I said, I lifted my wine glass up to toast to her, “Well done. How long did that take you?”

“Oof like four weeks,” she said, “It took me forever to set it up and even longer to actually do.”

“Who is it?” I asked.

“It’s my mother,” Josephine said, “She died when I was ten. This was based on my favorite picture of her.” Before I could respond she had set it aside and picked up the second piece. This was kaçak iddaa a more traditional painting, oil on canvas, of a the historic district of our town. It was also very impressive and vibrant.

“Wow, Josephine,” I said, “I mean it you are very good. I can see why you want to pursue this.”

“You’re just being nice because I went down on you this morning,” she winked at me.

“That doesn’t hurt… but they’re both impressive.” She smiled and turned away, picking up the third and final piece. It was a mixed media of sorts: water color, oil paint, and spray paint. She had woven all three materials together to create an abstract depiction of a mountain landscape. It was – like her – fresh and stunning.

“These are great,” I said, “And they’ll make my job a lot easier.”

“What job is that?” Josephine asked.

“Money laundering,” I said, smiling. “People might ask questions about how you’ve gone from struggling to afford tuition to suddenly having all your expenses covered. I’m going to buy some of your art as we go to help explain your cash flow. If anybody asks, ‘You sold another piece.’ It will help that you are objectively good.”

“That would be amazing,” Josephine said, turning around to face me while taking another sip of wine. “Where will the pieces go?” She flirtatiously swayed toward me, closing the distance between us, and I was once again reminded how petite and delicate she was.

“Some I’ll keep here,” I said, “But we’ll work out a way for the company and maybe an anonymous trust to donate others to galleries and shows. Start building your name. Growing your brand.”

“Mmmmm,” she purred, “Is there anything else we can grow?” She closed the distance between us completely and let one hand slip precariously onto my belt while the other held her glass. “Is there any way I could thank you for your patronage, sir?” Josephine was looking up at me, batting her eyes. Her face was a little closer than that morning given the platform wedges she was now wearing.

“There is,” I said, setting my own wine down at a nearby end table. I took her hand from my belt and led her down the hallway to my bedroom. She giggled and drained the rest of her wine as we went, setting the glass aside on a counter. Once in the bedroom she got to take in the master suite: a large king bed, two plush arm chairs, a linen-embroidered bench in front of the bed, and a large area rug between each piece of furniture. One door led into the master bathroom and closets.

“Nice room,” she said, again closing the distance between us and wrapping her slim arms around my neck. I reached down and placed both hands along her waist, holding her firmly in place. The size of my hands wrapped around her tiny frame started getting me hard. She would be easy for me to dominate and that was going to be clear in short order.

I leaned down and kissed her, gently at first, soaking in the electricity of a first kiss with this creature. Her hands wrapped around my head and her fingers started nimbly playing with my salt and pepper hair. I pulled the purple spaghetti strap top out of the waist of her shorts and moved my hands on to her soft, but toned, abdomen. She moaned into one of our kisses, feeling my hands on her.

I pulled the top over her head and, once cleared, leaned down to kiss her chest and pert teenage breasts. Once I made my way to each tit I gently bit her tiny nipples and she let out a squeal of protest and excitement. My hands reached down to her hips and then squeezed her tight posterior. Her ass was amazing. Just enough bubble and a little curve, but firm. She had such slender hips I could fit all of her in one hand. While I worked on her chest she started kissing, and even licking, my neck.

I unbuckled her belt and began reciprocating the oral attention on the neck by gently starting a hickey above her collar bone. She giggled at the sensation as my strong, mature hands unbuttoned her shorts and began exploring the depths beyond them. I played with the silk material of her thong and ran my fingers over her 18-year-old pussy. She moaned into my ear as I played with her. I could feel the heat of her sex grow and knew a very wet, but extremely tight, prize was waiting for me.

After a few moments of using my hands on some of her most sensitive erogenous zones, I swiftly pulled both her thong and shorts off in one swoop to her feet. She stepped out of them, leaving her wedges on. For the first time I laid eyes on her completely smooth teen pussy. When you got to soak all of her in – gorgeous face, perky breasts, toned stomach, bare little cunt, and supple thighs – all standing in platform shoes and ready to service you… it was too much to withstand. She blushed and bit her lip as I reviewed her.

“Do you like what you see, sir?” she asked. I didn’t respond. I just dragged her over to my area rug and took another minute to let my hands roam over her tight body. For a moment I let my fingers dip between the folds of her labia and she gasped as I felt kaçak bahis how wet she was.

After a moment playing with her clit, much to her delight, I whispered in her ear. “Get on your knees.”

“Yes, sir,” she whispered back. Josephine descended to obediently kneel in front of me. She let her hands rest on her thighs and tucked her shoe-clad feet underneath her cute little ass. She kept eye contact with me during her entire descent and then locked onto the crotch of my jeans. I unzipped them for her and pulled out my almost fully erect cock. When she saw it she bit her lip again and admired it like a juicy steak ready to be devoured.

One of her diminutive hands reached up and began gently playing with the base of my manhood. She got in position so that she could plant soft kisses along the shaft to start. As she kissed her way up my member she cooed, “What should I do with this, sir?” I moaned at her ministrations on my cock.

“I want you to take that dick down your throat for me,” I said. She smiled and looked up at me, my now fully erect member eclipsing much of her face.

“You know, sir,” Josephine said, “You haven’t really held up your end of the bargain yet… how do I know that -“

At that moment I placed my hand on her head and firmly grasped her skull before shoving my 9-inch prick into her mouth. She recoiled a little, but I held her in position and began fucking her sweet young face. Having caught her off-guard, it was only natural that she gagged the first few times I pushed myself past her tonsils and into her throat. Both of her hands reached up and applied pressure to my thighs in a reflexive action.

“Look at me,” I said. Her deep brown eyes opened and looked up at the much older man having his way with her. “Put your hands behind your back. Cross your wrists.”

Josephine did as she was told and wrapped her hands behind her back, ensuring I met no resistance to my forward thrusts. Her fingers grazed the backs of her shoes and I looked over her back to enjoy the sight of this submissive little slut doing as ordered.

I enjoyed her mouth so much. Because of how thick I was, her lips were again harshly stretched around my entire circumference. Whenever I would slow my pace I could feel the sensation of my shaft passing back and forth over the suction of her lips. It was truly magnificent.

“Are you a virgin,” I asked her. She shook her head no. “How many men have you been with?” I heard her struggle to say ‘two’ with me in her mouth and then she held up her hand and displayed two fingers for me. I let go over her head and she began taking over the work of pleasuring me while I took off my shirt. I let my pants down and she helped me remove them. As soon as they were discarded I pressed her face onto my heavy ballsack for her to continue by licking my scrotum. As with every other maneuver up to that point, she complied.

Once I had my fill of her tongue working my undercarriage, I reached down and picked her straight up into the air. She wrapped her legs around me and I carried her light frame over to my bedroom wall. With one hand still holding her, I used the other to position myself at the entrance of her sex. She was pinned between me and the wall, completely at my mercy.

“Are you on the pill?” I asked.

“I have an IUD,” she answered. She looked lost in excitement and apprehension.

“Do you want me to fuck you, Josephine?” I asked, “Are you ready for me to take you?” She took a deep breathe and nodded vigorously. With one motion I thrust up and buried my cock into the tightest, most inviting pussy I had ever experienced. Every inch of her cunt grasped me like a vice. The kind of warmth and pressure that men dream of. She shuddered and moaned. Her nails dug into my shoulder blades as I started pumping her hard against the wall.

After several minutes of enjoying the first sensations of feeling each other, I pulled her legs up so that both of her wedge-clad feet were resting on my shoulders. Her legs were pressed against my chest, turning her into a v-shaped sextoy between me and the wall. At that angle I was pounding her cervix hard with every thrust and she bit her lip to take the punishing attention I was giving her.

An eternity went by of having my way with her. When it felt like I had made my point, I let her down and guided her to the bench in front of my bed. I pressed her down so that both of her knees were on the bench and her torso was splayed out onto the foot of my bed. I grabbed my cock and let the head trail up and down her tight pussy from behind. My cock looked almost as wide as her entire teen ass and I had my first view of her puckered little butthole.

When I pushed forward into her again, the lips of her pussy hugged the head of my dick and clinged to it like a rubberband. I grabbed onto her hips and began slowly fucking Josephine in doggy style. The glands of her inner walls contracted and gave every inch of me a deeply satisfying sensation.

Josephine moaned into the mattress and recoiled at the deepest, hardest thrusts. She took it like a champ as I pounded her with reckless abandon. After ten minutes of enjoying my new mount I brought one hand crashing down on her petite rear.

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Two years ago…

In the dim glow of the red-shaded bedside lamps, Adam and the woman he had only ever known as “Janine” dutifully gathered their clothes which had been laid out on a chaise chair. Silently, they got dressed.

Adam walked from the bedside to the window. The fragrance from an oil lamp wafted in the air and he inhaled deeply, drawing an assured breath. Apart from the first time he had entered it, there was something about this room that had always calmed him.

Janine slipped on her black bra and then smoothly slid her sheer stockings up her long, smooth legs, clipping them to her garter belt as she stood up from the bed.

“You know,” the raven-haired woman spoke thoughtfully as she picked up her grey evening dress, “You’ve really become quite good.”

Adam, standing by the window with his back to her, stayed silent as he buttoned up his shirt. He enjoyed listening to Janine talk after each of their sessions. Her assessments were always much more rewarding than any of his teachers’.

“You have a style now, not just going through a handbook or fumbling your way,” Janine mused, “You know what you enjoy and you do those things well.”

What she said was true, Adam thought. He always seemed more focus, more attentive when he was with her.

She pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders, then paused and laughed, “Certainly, practice does make perfect. It must be the swimmer in you. Find your passion for something then hone that skill.”

Adam smiled to himself. She was a good teacher.

He leaned forward and pushed aside the curtains to peer out onto the city streets 10-stories below Janine’s condo. It had been raining for most of the weekend, a reflective glow of street-lamps on the numerous puddles made for a melancholy setting below. It mimicked how Adam was feeling right now.

Feeling a gentle tap on his shoulder, he turned around and faced Janine. Her full, red lips cast an elegant smile towards him. Then she turned her back towards him and lifted up her flowing hair over her neck.

“Zip me up, s’il vous plaît?” she asked.

Adam diligently pulled up the zipper of her dress. He finished with a kiss on the back of her exposed neck, drawing a subtle sigh from the woman.

The same elegant smile was still on her face as she turned around again. “Merci,” she said. Pausing again for a brief moment as she looked at him, she raised her hand, hesitated, then touched his face with her palm and fingers as if she were touching a cool marble surface. Her green eyes searched across his face before settling onto his. “Remember Adam, it goes both ways. A woman has things she enjoys as well.”

Her fingers moved upwards and played and teased with his soft, light brown hair. She continued, “There’s a time when a woman needs to take control of the moment, just as much as when a man needs to do so. Lust and desire are a sensational feeling, but so is patience. Sometimes, just let things build naturally. Let her take over. Enjoy it. Then when the man and woman are both at their pinnacle, it can feel just…rapturous.”

Janine was beginning to spin off into her flowery notions, again. It was also something Adam enjoyed listening to. The words and ideas suited the woman. He reached for her, resting his hands gently against her hips. The woman he held was the first he would describe as demure and beautiful. It came from deep within, an inner sense of who she was and a refined maturity that served to ease the very subtle lines that were just beginning to threaten to crease her well-kept, glowing skin. He had never looked at a woman other than Janine so closely, so deeply. The younger women he encountered never seemed to sit still long enough for him to do so.

There was something to be said about being with a more mature woman, something he was really beginning to appreciate.

“And so?” he asked as he continued to hold her, flashing a tight smile and arching his brow, “How did it feel tonight?”

Janine’s lips stretched open as she softly chuckled. “Oh Adam,” she sighed, as she wrapped her hands around his neck, “Still a boy in so many ways, seeking approval like that. That’s alright. I love seeing the man in you start to emerge.”

Adam looked down at the floor between them, grinning.

A curled finger on his chin raised his face back up to gaze into her calming eyes. “You were wonderful. You don’t need me to tell you that, but I suppose you like to hear it, oui?”

He couldn’t help but feel a strange swell of pride in his young chest. He nodded once, then reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet.

“Are you sure you have enough left for your tuition after all these visits?” Janine asked, half-jokingly, “University can be expensive, you know.”

“I have my means,” Adam replied with a grin as he reached into his wallet, “There are worse things I could spend my money on.”

“C’est vrai. Like cigarettes,” Janine scolded with a cluck of her tongue.

“I don’t mind spending on quality,” he added.

She watched wistfully as he pulled out several bills. illegal bahis Her hand suddenly reached out and touched him on the wrist.

Adam looked up quizzically.

With a cool shift of her hand, she pushed three of the bills back into his wallet and simply took the remainder into her palm.

When his mouth opened to question her, a steady finger interrupted it. Janine pursed her lips and shook her head. “I believe after a night such as this, the compensation is fair,” she said.

She then took a long deliberate look into his eyes. A faint twinge at the sides of mouth dampened her otherwise long-lipped smile and the light in her eyes dimmed ever so slightly. It caught Adam off guard, but before anything could come of it, she pulled him in for a warm embrace.

Adam paused for a moment then reached his arms around her back as held her as well. The two of them sighed together.

“Au revoir,” she whispered into his ear.

This room, this woman…he would never see either of them again.

*** * *****

Lynn found herself sitting back on the sofa once again. The summer’s afternoon light had faded into night, yet she still looked through the back door window, her eyes not really seeing anything in the darkness. Her mind though, was still alight with thoughts and sensations from earlier on.

From behind the closed door of her bathroom, she heard the steady hiss of the shower with intermittent splashes of water. Adam, the young man she had just spent a good portion of the afternoon in bed with, was washing off the heat and perspiration on his body just as she had done a few minutes before. The shower possibly removed the layer of sweat they had both generated on their skin, but the heat was still prevalent in the air and from within.

After a rather vigorous and torrid session in bed culminating in an orgasmic climax that was just as much a stress relief as a it was a release of pure passion, Adam and Lynn had each chosen a side of the bed, both lying on their backs, gazing intently up at the ceiling. For several stilted minutes, even after they had both caught their breaths and moistened their parched lips and throats, they remained silent. Lynn couldn’t think of what to say, what she should say. She went through the list of options in her head:

“That was great!” No. It HAD been…but she wasn’t an adoring groupie and she didn’t quite feel like inflating Adam’s head like he was a warrior claiming a glorious victory.

“Again!” That was close –the giddy ache in her stomach seemed to be begging for it– but it was probably best that she took a step back first.

“Oh my God, what have I done?” That wouldn’t have been uncalled for but it just didn’t manage to come out of her mouth. Maybe eventually it would, but at that point, she honestly, surprisingly, hadn’t felt the urge or need to say it. No overwhelming sense of guilt had swept over her. Her life didn’t feel ruined. Everything just felt…normal. And she somehow found that troubling.

Lying there, pulling the sheet over her nude body even though it was stifling hot in her apartment, she also felt the anxiety of waiting for Adam to say something. What she knew of Adam, his response could have ranged anywhere from “Woohoo!” to “That was special, Lynn”. Both seemed rather unsettling to think about at the time.

So instead of attempting to do the “pillow-talk” with Adam, she had simply said, “I’m just going to take a shower” then rolled out of bed and went to the bathroom.

After her shower –which had done very little to quash the heat – she came back to the bedroom wrapped in a towel. Standing at the doorway she asked, “Do you want to take a shower?”

Adam smiled and nodded. He got up, gathered his clothes and went to the bathroom, pausing only for a micro-second at the door to look at Lynn. Then she got dressed –putting on a pair of cut-off jeans and black halter-top– and headed to the kitchen.

Now sitting on her couch, leaning forward, elbow resting on crossed legs, chin firmly nestled in a palm, she continued to stare blankly out the window into the evening darkness. Still searching her feelings about everything that had happened that day, she realized that there were a few things she knew she didn’t feel: distressed, regretful, embarrassed. No, none of that. The only concern she felt was how difficult it was to admit to herself how good she felt. Some weight had been lifted off her chest and it felt like a light breeze had cleared her mind somewhat.

A tingle swept through her then as she actually retraced the time in her bedroom with Adam. The intensity that built from moment-to-moment had been electrifying. As each of her inhibitions fell, she could feel his touch more and more and she was swept away in the cycle. He was so focused and driven, more than anything she had ever expected of Adam. Her body couldn’t help show its appreciation for his determination as he surged into her and her urgent groans for more were as honest as they were raw.

Damn he was good. Better than she had expected. Better than he had any right to…

The illegal bahis siteleri whine of the pipes as the shower was turned off interrupted her and brought her back to the moment. She felt the rapid beat of her heart and a slight swell in her throat. Blinking slowly to settle herself a bit, her eyes came to focus on the reflection in the sliding door window. Looking back at her was an attractive, glowing woman who appeared much more relaxed than she had been over the last couple of months. She could see herself smiling.

Lynn sighed languidly and rolled back against the sofa. Her arms dropped to her sides and she felt something against her hand. She picked up Adam’s cell phone which he had tossed aside.

With barely a thought, she called up the menu and scrolled through his media files. There were several video files.

Clicking on one file, “Spider-Trevor”, brought up a short, shaky video of their obnoxious colleague standing outside of the recreation center. Trevor, shirtless, was hollering like a viking and flexing his muscles like a body-builder. Then he proceeded to scale a utility pipeline on the side of the wall. Laughter from spectators gave way to hoots and cat calls when, after climbing about 12-feet, he lost his grip and plunged back down into some bushes. A rather humbled Trevor crawled out of the brush, leaves and dirt all over his back and his shorts pulled down to his knees.

Lynn covered her mouth as she watched and laughed to herself. She shook her head. “Such an idiot,” she remarked.

Another file named, “Cassie $$$”, caught her eye. She had expected to see more files with Cassie’s name on them –Adam seemed to hang out a lot with her– but that was the only one.

She almost clicked on the file, but there was another video file just below simply entitled, “Lynn”. She immediately opened that one. The video of the day of the staff challenge played again. She watched as she was pulled into the puddle and then was picked up from behind by Adam, kicking and screaming.

A melancholy grin formed on Lynn’s lips as she watched.

“Hey.”

Lynn blinked and looked up. Adam approached her on the sofa, his hair matted and darkened from the shower.

“Oh…sorry!” Lynn stammered, feeling the blush on her cheeks. She quickly held out his cell phone. “I don’t know…I wasn’t thinking. I just picked it up and started to look through it.”

Taking his phone, Adam settled beside her on the sofa. “C’est bien,” he said as he scrolled through his files, “What did you see?”

“Uh…nothing much,” Lynn replied, taking a moment to compose herself. “Saw a video of Trevor being a moron trying to climb the center’s wall.”

“Ah, yeah,” Adam smirked and shook his head, “Evolution fail. Body of a man, brain of a monkey.”

Lynn nudged her shoulder into his. “Hey, don’t insult the monkeys. What is it with young men acting like circus animals whenever someone is watching them?”

“It depends on the eyes that are watching them,” he replied and smiled back at her. “I don’t feel like acting like a circus animal when I’m with you.”

Lynn chuckled softly.

Adam switched off his phone and pocketed it. His hands clasped together on his lap, he looked at Lynn smiling.

Lynn was caught up by his blue eyes, still as attentive and focused as they were earlier. And there was nothing smarmy or juvenile about his smile, either. It wasn’t “a cat who ate the bird” type of smile. It was pleasant, welcoming.

Watching him, Lynn suddenly realized she felt like she was leaning towards him, or was being pulled in.

She cleared her throat. “Have something to eat,” she managed to speak. She turned away and pulled over a TV-tray with a plate and glass on it. “Want a spring roll?”

Adam picked one of the crispy fried rolls. He looked at Lynn and arched his brow as he asked, “Ancient family recipe?”

Lynn slender, dark eyes narrowed. She smirked, pressed her hands together as if in prayer and bowed her head in a stereotypical gesture. “Oh yes, generations of my family have passed on the time-honored tradition of microwaving frozen foods,” she remarked.

Adam chuckled, shrugged and popped the roll into his mouth. He picked up the glass and peered at the watery, milky liquid in it.

“Almond milk,” Lynn said. Then she winked and added, “Now that is an Ancient Chinese secret.”

“Yeah?”

“We-ell, I don’t know,” Lynn chuckled, “Some people think it helps you with your…um…stamina for…you know.”

Adam pursed his lips and nodded as he continued to regard the glass. He leaned a little to the side as he eyed Lynn. “Do you think I need help with my…?”

Lynn cut him off with a wave of her hand. “Stop. Just drink it.”

“Because, you know, this is a really big glass of this stuff.”

“Will you shut up and drink it already?” she scolded.

Adam chuckled then drank the milk all at once, tilting his head and the glass back. Lynn watched quietly.

Adam swallowed and sighed, satisfied, “Mmm, tasty.”

He put down the glass and returned to as he was moments canlı bahis siteleri before, simply looking back at Lynn in silence. Back to square one.

Lynn tried to force something, anything, from her mind past her lips. The longer she looked at him, though, the more lost her thoughts were to her.

“Should we have that talk now?” Adam broke the silence.

Lynn blinked. “What?”

“The ‘talk’,” he repeated, “About…this. Us.”

“Uh…Adam.” Lynn looked down and frowned, rubbing her temples with her palms.

He asked, “Are you bothered by what we did?”

Lynn raised her head. Her mouth was ajar momentarily, caught by Adam’s unexpected comments. She had to noticeably shake her head, get her thoughts moving again. “No, no,” she blurted. She inhaled deeply, looked directly at him and said firmly, “No. I’m really not, Adam.”

She shrugged and spoke even more assuredly, “We didn’t do anything wrong.”

It had been a long while since anything had felt so right…or so good…she thought.

“I won’t tell anyone,” he offered, almost a hint of earnestness in his voice.

Again Lynn shook her head, “I know you won’t.” She didn’t know at what point she had come to take Adam’s words a face value, but in her heart, she had always felt that he was honest with her.

A hint of despondency pulled at the young man’s usually easy-going face. He frowned and said, “I can’t believe we won’t be together after the summer.”

“Adam,” Lynn closed her eyes, her thoughts finally, fully coming together just as his became more scattered, “Listen. You were right before.”

He turned towards her, listening intently.

“Who knows what will happen, right?” Lynn smiled back warmly. She reached up and pushed her fingers through his hair, scrunching and teasing it into spikes. It seemed to please him -calm him- as she did this. A familiar look of contentment appeared on his face.

“Just enjoy the moment. Right here and right now means something, right?” she said as she continued to play with his hair, “Let’s not worry about it, for now.”

“Really?”

Lynn nodded.

“So is this part of being young and stupid, again?” Adam chided.

Lynn tilted her head and thought for a moment. “Maybe I feel younger,” she mused, “But I don’t feel stupid.”

Adam then reached up and held her wrist, stopping her with her fingers in his hair. He continued to hold her as they gazed at each other. He looked at Lynn, this beautiful dark-haired woman with her soft, small lips, smooth light skin, and pinched black eyes. He could feel her pulse in her wrist.

Lynn’s smile eased, her lips parting slightly, as she watched Adam lower her hand to his mouth. She watched him kiss her finger tips, then the back of her hand, then palm and wrist. His lips were soft and careful on her skin.

“Was it good, Lynn?” he asked with a hushed breath, his lips still caressing her hand.

Lynn swallowed hard. A tingle rippled up her back to her neck.

“Tell me it felt good,” he said.

She nodded once, slowly. “It was good, Adam,” she offered, her voice quivering slightly.

Adam lowered her hand to his lap and gazed at her. Although she could feel her heartbeats begin to intensify, she remained steady as she watched him lean forward, angling his mouth towards hers.

“You were great,” Adam whispered.

Once again their lips pressed against one another, at first gently, but quickly racing forward to twisting, folding, passionate kisses. Lynn could taste the sweetness of the almond milk on Adam’s lips, then his tongue as it sank into her mouth. She felt his strong hands at her back and in her hair, pulling her in.

Both of them were soon breathing hard, parting only to wet their lips and loose gasps of hot air between their mouths. They kissed loudly, hungrily. With a firm tug, Adam pulled Lynn from her seat and onto his lap, her bare legs straddling him as he leaned back on the sofa.

Lynn held his face with her hands as she pushed her mouth against his, twisting her tongue past his teeth and tangling it with his own. She felt his hands grab and squeeze her butt. She curved and undulated her torso seductively in appreciation, grinding her crotch into his belly.

Adam relished her soft, smooth lips and dancing tongue. He inhaled deeply to smell her sweet scent and also to catch his breath. He surprisingly found himself almost trying to catch up to Lynn’s burgeoning passion.

Lynn also didn’t know what had swept her up so quickly. Indulgent and uninhibited, she couldn’t be bothered to stop to think about anything at this point. Even the heat that filled her apartment seemed to back off from the intensity building between the two bodies on the sofa.

As she pulled and pushed at his lips with her teeth, mouth, and tongue, she felt his hand cinch up the back of her shirt, and caress the soft skin at sloping small of her back. It glided around her waist and then deftly under the front of her top, against her smooth belly. Within a moment, it had swept upward, cupping her breast, massaging her stiffening nipple with his palm and fingers. As she leaned back, he pushed the bottom of her shirt right up to her collar line and quickly wrapped his lips over her pert breasts. He flicked and swirled his tongue, leaving her reddish-brown nipples damp and glistening.

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Note: This story is not a quick fuck. It is more of a romance than a few sentences that you can masturbate to. If you are looking for one long sex scene try another story (I will be putting one up shortly that is entirely sex) or just skip to the sex.

Catherine

“School’s over. Now the real work can began.” I lamented to my best friend, Ashley at the first graduation party of the year. I had to shout to be heard over the music and the shouts of a bunch of football players who already had picked out their fraternities.

“I thought you liked doing theater.” Ashley said, trying to look like she was paying attention but she was clearly occupied elsewhere.

“I do but it’s a lot of freaking work. I mean it’s a different show with new costumes, lighting and sets every two weeks. And I’m going to be working my ass off in a non air conditioned cockroach infested school while you get to hang out in a bikini with Danny and Chris.” Ashley laughed.

“Those losers? I was hoping for a college guy.” I nudged her.

“They are college guys now.” I reminded her.

“Well they still kiss like they are trying to clean my tonsils out.”

Suddenly I spotted him. “I don’t know. Some of them aren’t so bad. Let me show you.” And with a wink at Ashley I began to make my way through the crowd over to where he was standing.

He was tall with long hair that fell a little past his shoulders. His jeans hugged his butt and his shirt clung to his body emphasizing his abs. Every cliché I had ever heard (from the crappy romance novels I used to read before I got any action under the covers to the Disney movies I watched when I was younger) came swarming through my head at that moment. Especially when his eyes locked on mine. Before I could say anything to him though Cory Richards came on the scene.

“Catherine!” I cringed as heads swiveled in my direction. Attention. Just what I had been hoping to avoid. As if right on cue Cory’s girlfriend Kelly appeared at his side.

“Was she invited? She doesn’t even go to Lakewood.” A crowd was beginning to form.

“She used to.” Ashley said hotly. She was the typical best friend always having my back.

“Well the party is for people who graduated from Lakewood. Not some trashy private school for whores.”

There was dead silence. Ashley turned to look at me expectantly. I had come a long way since then. But there was still some part of me who couldn’t handle it. I left the party without another word.

Let’s rewind. Imagine a short, skinny girl definitely not ugly but certainly not your typical blonde bimbo that gets elected homecoming queen (obviously I’m generalizing here). So I wasn’t an ugly duckling but I wasn’t exactly a swan either. And when you are in high school, it’s tough for the people who aren’t swans.

Especially after the torment started. At first it was the whispers. Then came the shoves. Over time it turned from subtle pushes to being knocked down flights of stairs. But even I could never see it ending the way it did.

Now several years later I still close my eyes as I replay my freshman year. And when I open them they are sparkling with tears.

Joe

The summer after I graduated from high school all I had lined up for me was sleeping, eating and jerking off to the large stash of porn I had accumulated over the four years of high school.

Unfortunately life had other plans. Two weeks into summer my mom informed me that she volunteered me to do the lighting for a local production of Grease.

“You got to be fucking kidding me.” I complained. Mom glared at me.

“Watch your language young man. I was not the one who needed two extensions to get my community service hours in on time.”

And it was because of that damn community service project that one week into summer I was already a slave to commitments that I honestly didn’t care about. I had been hoping to put it off until college. Obviously that was not going to happen. I hate my life.

Even though I had set my alarm, I arrived at my first day of rehearsal late. The theater was just what I had expected. Stuffy, the air stale, the stage small and cluttered with dust and small pieces of rubble. The constant chatter of the cast was already canlı bahis şirketleri starting to give me a headache. It was going to be a long week.

One of the older women at the front of the room caught sight of me. “Joe it is so nice of you to help us out! We were in a really tight spot until your mom offered.”

“Oh it’s nothing.” I said making a mental note to kill my mom as soon as I got home.

“I’m Amy.” the director and that is Lexie, the choreographer and Anthony our music director” She gestured toward two people who were having an argument over coffee brands.

“And this” she held out a black binder that gave me the feeling I was back in school “is your script. Mark it, highlight it, make notes in it- today you will just be observing as we do a run-through. Tomorrow we can try the show with lighting.” She turned to the group of kids in the auditorium.

“Everybody on stage please!” I was almost knocked over as a bunch of kids stampeded past me.

Most of them looked to be in middle school but there were several that were in high school, maybe older. They were the ones who took their time getting to the stage laughing and joking and flirting with one another just like the characters in the show (yes I have watched the movie).

Several girls nudged each other and giggled. I’m not going to be falsely modest. I know I’m sexy. And I have no problem with being that way. But sometimes, like now, I get annoyed when groups of middle school girls start batting their eyelashes at me like they have a chance.

“Catherine” one of the very few boys in the cast called from the stage “hurry up!”

I was almost knocked over when I turned and collided into a girl running towards the stage. We both took several steps back.

At first I was too occupied with the throbbing pain that I felt in my head to notice that she looked familiar. I cocked my head to the side, trying to place where I had seen her. Maybe an underclassmen at Lakewood. Or an ex girlfriend of Cory’s. He had dated enough girls to put together a cheerleading squad.

Then I remembered.

“You’re that girl from Kelly’s party” I blurted before I could think. Her eyebrows knitted together in a frown then brushed angrily past me taking care to stomp on my feet again. And this time I was pretty sure it wasn’t an accident.

Catherine

As usual Amy started the day off with a run through of the show. I think it went well although I can’t be sure because I wasn’t paying much attention. I was too distracted by the fact that the cute guy, who had witnessed one of my many moments of utmost humiliation, was now sitting in the audience.

Obviously I was not the only one who had noticed him because a lot of the girls were a lot more focused on his presence than they were on their lines. That was especially true for Kiana and Daria, the only girls doing theater that had also graduated from high school. The minute we stepped offstage, they both nudged me and burst into giggles.

“That guy is hot! Where the hell did he come from?” Kiana asked nudging me with a sly wink.

“I think he’s doing the lighting” Daria whispered as though she was sharing military tactics.

“Well” purred Kiana “I’ll give him something to shine the spotlight on”

“I know him” I blurted without thinking. All eyes turned to me.

“Your kidding?” Charlene whispered.

“Sorry” Daria backtracked “I didn’t know you guys were-“

“Oh we’re not!”

“But you saw him first that makes him yours. I would just make sure you lay your claim soon. Some girls in this cast have NO class.” she rolled her eyes.

“I want everyone onstage!” called Amy. For the last few minutes she had been talking with Lexie and Anthony and were now here to give us notes on our performance. For most people this is their least favorite part of a runthrough. Not for me though. Amy loved to lavish me with “good job” comments and like most actors I loved hearing my name.

Today during notes though I found it hard to concentrate mostly because in the light of day the mysterious Lakewood guy looked even more sexy than he had the other night. Maybe Amy noticed the lack of interest because before she dismissed us for lunch she gestured canlı kaçak iddaa at him and said “Oh this is Joe. He will be doing the lighting for our show. I expect you to listen to him and treat him with as much respect as you would treat Lexie, Anthony and I.”

Daria gave me a knowing nudge. I snuck a glance at Joe who had blushed when his name had been called. He had been looking down at his copy of the script but almost as if he could sense my gaze he lifted his eyes and rested them on me. It was my turn to blush. I felt a hot flood of warmth throughout my body and had to avert my eyes.

It was only when the rest of the cast started to jump up and move off the stage that I realized we had been dismissed for lunch. As I went to my bag to put my tap shoes away I noticed Julia (a obnoxious sophomore at Lakewood) sauntering over to Joe as though she were about to entertain at a gentleman’s club. I tried not to pay attention to their interaction but it really wasn’t working.

“So” Julia simpered giving him a not so subtle up and down “your name is Joe?” He nodded looking slightly alarmed. Well maybe more than slightly.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Julia.” she bent over to shake his hand but really was just looking for an excuse to put her boobs in his face. I rolled my eyes, having heard enough. I shoved my feet into my flip-flops and left the auditorium without a backward glance.

Joe

I can’t believe people actually spent time in this auditorium for fun. It felt like I was baking in an oven. Every single hair was plastered with sweat to some part of my body. And yet some bit of jailbait from the cast still decided to hit on me in front of everyone. Including Catherine.

I was still having a hard time getting over the fact that Catherine was here. With luscious shoulder length brown hair, big brown eyes, pouty lips and a curvy body that made my cock twitch inside my jeans; she was a walking wet dream.

I had no idea why Corey and his friends hated her so much and on Saturday he had been too plastered to give me an answer. But here I was, and so was she. And Corey wasn’t. Anything could happen.

The auditorium was almost empty now. Thankfully the blonde bimbo that had shaken my hand a few minutes ago had left. Well at least she had killed the stiffening of my cock. All morning I had been trying not to look at Catherine.

The show was Grease and Catherine was playing a sleazy greaseball of a guy who reminded me of Corey. It was living proof that she could look sexy during anything. Dammit, all the thinking about Catherine had been getting my cock going again. I got to my feet and headed for the bathrooms, hoping to maybe rub one out but on the way to the men’s room the sound of my name made me stop dead in my tracks. I moved closer to the window where I could see about seven girls sitting on the picnic table, not unlike the first scene of Grease (you know it’s a sad day when you start drawing musical theater parallels).

“Well he is cute even if his friend does sound like an asshole” one of the girls was saying. Catherine who was sandwiched between two other girls shrugged.

“Catherine has got her hands full with cute guys, right?” said the girl on Catherine’s right nudging her playfully. Catherine mumbled something inaudible.

“What do you mean?” asked one of the girls who looked no older than twelve.

“Every single year Catherine manages to find trouble.”

“What do you mean trouble?” asked another girl who, I had learned from earlier experiences, could have the word “Dense” tattooed on her forehead without anyone’s objections.

“So who is it gonna be this year? Joe?”I found myself holding my breath. Here I was 18 years old and I was eavesdropping on a girl like some randy little boy in the schoolyard. Catherine gave a snort of laughter that made her even more attractive if possible.

“No. Cocky and arrogant not my type at all. Besides he wouldn’t know what to do with all of this.”

I was so offended by this last remark and the shrieks of laughter that came after it that, I almost didn’t notice my phone vibrate.

“Hello” I said quietly my eyes still on the girls.

“Yo Jo tonight. The fairgrounds. 9. You coming?” It was Corey. canlı kaçak bahis If his slightly obnoxious drawl hadn’t given him away than the way he spoke every piece of information like it was a sentence definitely would have.

“I don’t know. I have that volunteering shit that my mom signed me up for and I don’t want to be up too late.”

“Not now baby I’m on the phone.” I heard Corey say to someone who probably wasn’t Amber. “Look Joe, you can’t let your mom fuck up your whole summer. You need some fun in your life. Maybe you’ll finally get some pussy for once” There was a giggle in the background.

“I don’t know.”

“Good. I’ll see you there.”

I’d be lying if I said I liked Corey. I didn’t. I didn’t like the way he treated girls, I didn’t like the way he copied my homework and I didn’t like the way he threw up in my car after every party. I had moved to Lakewood at the beginning of the year and I met Corey through (what else) the football team. Once I hit college I was planning on turning my back on him and the rest of my dead end friends. But college hadn’t started yet.

Catherine

As much as I didn’t give a shit about Joe Armstrong, I still pumped Ashley for information that night at the Fairgrounds. She didn’t know much about him other than the fact that he ran around with Corey and that he was on the football team (neither were a good sign of character).

“I would just forget about him if I were you. Lakewood is full of losers. You said it yourself.” Ashley pointed out in between slurps of her slushee.

“What about me?” protested Josh, our best friend and the only tolerable boy at Lakewood.

“You don’t count”

“Hey Catherine I think it might be time to get a restraining order. Look who it is.”

Leaning against the side of the firehouse was Joe, in the same clothes he had worn to rehearsal earlier and wearing the same unreadable expression. I was pretty sure that he saw me because his eyebrows shot up but that was the only indication that he even noticed my presence.

“He’s looking right at us.” Josh said. He had a knack for stating the obvious.

“He’s coming this way.” Ashley whispered. Apparently so did she.

“Hey Catherine.” I already knew that Joe’s voice was deep and husky, the kind that could make a girl flood her panties, but when he said my name it seemed like it got even deeper if that was possible. And one look in those bright eyes of his and I forgot my disgust for Lakewood boys. I could almost feel the sparks shooting between us.

“Catherine, we’re going to be over by the ferris wheel.” Ashley said quickly. I almost didn’t hear her. Joe’s lips curved up in a smile as though he knew exactly what I was thinking.

“Too bad cocky and arrogant isn’t your type.” he whispered “But then again you could just be afraid that you’ve met your match. Or maybe your just afraid you can’t handle me?”

“I’m not afraid of anything!” I protested hotly. Joe laughed. I could smell the slight scent of cologne, enough to be enticing but not as though he bathed in the stuff.

“Oh really?” His lips were inches from mine.

“Yeah!” I don’t know who closed the gap between us, me or him, but it didn’t really matter. Our lips were fused together in one of the most passionate kisses of my life. Almost immediately I pressed my body against his, wrapping my legs around him, not caring that we were in the middle of the crowded fairgrounds, wanting to be as close to him as possible. His hands were everywhere, stroking my hair, resting on my waist, pinching my ass through my gym shorts until I let out a loud moan of longing. And then suddenly I found myself being pushed roughly away.

“What the hell, Armstrong?” It was, of course, Corey. And he did not look happy “What are you doing?” he demanded. For a few minutes Joe looked like he was in shock. Then he recovered.

“Well you said to find some pussy. And she was all too happy to give it to me” I felt a wave of nausea swoop over me. I had been played for a fool. Again.

“I’ll let you go this time man because you don’t know the whole story.” Corey said stepping closer to Joe and putting his arm around him “Don’t go anywhere near that cocktease from now on” Corey was already starting to lead Joe away but he turned and gave me another one of his unreadable glances. I turned away before he could see the tears of anger swarming in my eyes.

Joseph Armstrong, it’s time for payback. Get ready for the ride of your life.

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It was Thursday evening, two weeks after Kitty’s wedding, that I received a phone call from Kim. This was unusual. She told me that Laura had arranged a ‘welcome home’ party for Kitty and Albert the coming Saturday, and I had been invited.

I noticed a little tension in Kim’s voice. “Anything wrong?” I asked.

“No, it’s fine,” she snapped back at me. I knew that her family was home and so she couldn’t really talk. I made a mental note to ask her again at the party. I had had to work on the previous two Wednesdays, so I hadn’t fucked Kim for over two weeks. Maybe that’s her problem, I thought.

So on Saturday afternoon I rolled up to the address given to me by Kim. I was expecting Albert’s house to be palatial, with extensive grounds. In fact, I had wondered why the wedding hadn’t been held there. I soon had my answer. The house, while impressive, was hardly palatial. And the grounds were fairly small, big enough for a party, but certainly not large enough to accommodate two hundred wedding guests. Perhaps Albert isn’t as rich as I had thought, I mused. I wonder if Kitty knows.

I mingled with the guests. I saw Roger smoozing to some of the men. I didn’t know what it was that Roger peddled, but he obviously saw this as a golden opportunity to relieve some of these affluent-looking guests of their spare cash.

I went looking for Kim, and I found her talking to Kitty. Kitty kissed me demurely, and quite properly, on the cheek. I subtly steered them away from the other guests so that we could talk.

When we were alone, I said to Kitty, “So, how was the honeymoon?” “Exhausting!” she said. “Albert is a lot friskier than I thought. My pussy feels worn out.”

We all laughed. Kim seemed to brighten up a little at that statement. Odd, I thought.

“I have to get back to our guests,” said. Kitty. “Kimmie, why don’t you show Tim around the house?”

“Good idea!” said Kim enthusiastically.

Kim took my arm, and as we walked towards the house, canlı bahis she said, “So, Tim, how is it that you know Laura?”

I was surprised by her question, but then the penny dropped. Kim was jealous!

“I met her at the wedding,” I said.

“And have you fucked her?” she asked, with acid in her voice.

Careful, Tim! “Well, yes,” I said quietly.

“When?” she spat out the question.

“We sneaked away during the ceremony, and went for a swim in my pool. She didn’t have her suit, so we skinny-dipped, and … well…”

Kim looked as though she was going to cry. “Now that Kitty is married, I thought that I would have you all to myself,” she sniffled.

“Kimmie,” I soothed. “Don’t be jealous, sweetie. There’s plenty of me to go around. I’ve really missed you these last two weeks.”

“Really?” she said, looking a little better.

“Really,” I said. “And anyway, you don’t think that Kitty is going to let a little thing like being married slow her down, do you now?”

“I guess not,” she said.

We walked in silence up to the front entrance of the house. And then suddenly a familiar voice behind us said, “And just where do you two think you’re going?”

We spun around and were greeted by Laura, a big smile on her face. She hugged each of us. “Hello again Tim,” she said, kissing me on the cheek.

I thought that Kim was going to explode. “Ummm, Kim was going to show me the house,” I said. “Good idea,” said Laura. “But let me be your guide. There are a few places that Kim might not know about. Besides, if anyone sees the two of you together they’ll think that you have been up to no good. But if they see the three of us, they’ll think that we were just looking around.”

Makes sense, I thought.

“Either that, or they’ll think that you are a real stud, Timmy,” Laura giggled.

Kim shot daggers at Laura, but she said nothing as Laura led us into the house. “Let’s start upstairs,” said Laura. “Bedrooms are the most interesting bahis siteleri part of a house, don’t you think?”

We climbed the impressive staircase and walked to the end of the hall. Laura unlocked the door. “This is my room,” she said, leading us inside.

“You mean, you live here?” asked Kim.

“Oh, no, I have an apartment,” said Laura. “This was my room when I was growing up. And I still use it when I stay over.”

Kim and I looked around. It was certainly a very girlie room, with lots of pillows and stuffed animals.

Laura opened a closet. “This is the dress that I wore to a ball last year, Kim,” said Laura. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Kim was clearly impressed. “It’s lovely!” she exclaimed.

“We’re about the same size, Kim,” said Laura. “You should try it on.”

“But… Tim…,” said Kim hesitatingly.

“Kim, I know that Timmy’s seen you naked,” said Laura.

“Tim!” exclaimed Kim. “You told?”

“I know that Tim’s fucked you, and I know that he’s fucked Kitty, and you probably know that he’s fucked me. Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me. Can’t we all be friends?” said Laura.

A huge look of relief appeared on Kim’s face. She moved over to Laura, and they embraced. “After all, we are related now, aren’t we?” said Laura.

Kim wiped a tear from her eye. “Now, about that dress…,” she said.

“Tim please lock the door so that we are not disturbed,” said Laura. I walked over and locked the door, and when I turned around, Kim was naked except for her panties. My cock started to respond as she reached up and slipped the dress over her head.

Laura zipped up the back of the dress, and helped Kim to adjust it. Kim looked stunning, and I told her so. She smiled, very pleased with herself, and paraded around the room.

Laura looked critically at Kim. “You know, that dress is really designed to be worn without panties,” she said. Then she reached up under the dress and pulled down Kim’s panties. Kim gasped with surprise, bahis şirketleri but didn’t try to stop her.

Kim was actually a little larger than Laura in the bust area, and she stretched the dress to its limit. “You have such a nice figure,” said Laura. “I wish that my titties were as big as yours.”

A look passed between them, a look that I had seen women use before. I knew exactly what it meant. It was an invitation!

Kim walked around for a few minutes more, admiring herself in the mirror. “Will you unzip me, please?” she said to Laura.

Laura unzipped the back of the dress, and it fell below Kim’s tits. Then Laura did something that I knew would happen – she reached around and squeezed Kim’s tits. Kim moaned in response, and Laura took one of Kim’s tits in her mouth. Not wanting to be left out, I started working on her other one.

Laura pulled down the dress, and then pushed a completely naked Kim back on the bed. Then she plunged her face between Kim’s legs and started to eat her pussy. Kim moaned and wriggled in ecstasy as her pussy was devoured. I guess what they say is right – women can eat pussy better than men because they know exactly what they like.

Laura wriggled her ass at me and I didn’t need to be asked twice. My cock was really hard, so I lifted up her dress, pulled down her panties, and slammed it into her. I had a moment of deja vu. The last Doggy fuck that I had enjoyed was with Kim, in Jason’s room the night of Kitty’s birthday party. Suddenly, that seemed a very long time ago.

I fucked Laura hard, thinking only of my own pleasure, as I knew that the two girls were pleasuring each other. Then when I came, Laura let out a muffled squeal as I filled her cunt with my cum.

The girls cleaned each other up and Kim got dressed, and we returned to the party. Kitty saw us coming and ran over. “There you are!” she exclaimed “What have the three of you been up to? Has Tim been taking care of both of you?”

“No, just me,” said Laura brazenly. “I took care of Kimmie.”

Kitty gasped with surprise. “Then I can’t wait for you to take care of me, while Tim fucks both of you,” she said.

Oh my aching back! What have I got myself into?

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