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Prezervatif Sattığım Müşteriye Prezervatifsiz

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Merhabalar. Bundan 3 yıl kadar önce idi, o zaman Ankara Kavaklıdere semtinde bir süpermarkette çalışıyordum, kasiyerlik yapıyordum. Bizim markette prezervatifler kasada satılıyordu. Koray’la tanışmamız bu sayede oldu zaten, çalıştığım bir gün geldi, sadece OK marka 10’luk kutulardan 1 tane aldı gitti. İki gün sonra yine… Bu böyle devam etti, her iki güne bir geliyor, bir 10’luk OK alıyor ve gidiyordu. Hoş görünümlü, atletik yapılı, top sakalı ve güler yüzü ile etkileyici bir tipti gerçekten. Bir haftadan sonra artık o hiç marketin içine girmiyor, direkt benim kasama geliyor, ben de istediğini uzatıyordum, parasını ödeyip gidiyordu. İkinci haftadan itibaren merhabalaşmaya başlamıştık. Ancak sekse olan ilgimden olsa gerek, bu kadar prezervatifi ne yaptığını çok merak etmeye başlamıştım.

Yine gelmişti, kasamın yakınlarında kimseler yoktu. Merakımı gidermeliydim, “Sana bir şey sormak istiyorum…” dedim. “Tabi ki, sor!” dedi. “Bu kadar prezervatifi ne yapıyorsun?” dedim. O da tek kelime ile cevapladı, “Kullanıyorum!” dedi. “Oha!” demişim farkında olmadan, zira o güne kadar birlikte olduğum hiçbir erkek bir iki gecede 10 kez yapmamıştı. Aklımdan bunları geçirirken, o çoktan gitmişti. Ama iki gün sonra yine gelecekti biliyordum. Ve geldi de, herzamanki gibi alacağını aldı. Giderken bana, “Akşam kaçta çıkıyorsun?” diye sordu. “18:00’de.” dedim. “Peki!” dedi ve gitti. Akşam çıkış saatinde marketin karşısındaki yolda idi. Merhabalaştık. İzin verirsem benimle konuşmak istediğini söyledi, kabul ettim. O sıra erkek arkadaşımdan yeni ayrılmıştım zaten. Benden hoşlandığını ve haftalık tatilimde onunla bir akşam yemeğine çıkıp çıkamayacağımı sordu. Tereddütsüz kabul ettim.

Cuma akşamı 19:00 gibi buluştuk. Beni Çankaya’da bir restorana götürdü. Oldukça lüx bir restorandı, sonradan öğrendim Ankara’nın en lüks mekanlarından biriymiş (rezervasyonsuz kimseyi almıyorlarmış). Güzel bir yemek yedik. Yemek sırasında sohbet ediyorduk. Öylesine tatlı dili vardı ki, bir yemek süresince benim hakkımda her şeyi öğrenmişti. Bense sadece onun adını ve özel bir hastanede çalıştığını biliyordum, hepsi o kadar. Bir yemek sohbetinde nasıl bu kadar kendimi anlattığımı bilmiyorum, ki çok konuşan biri de değilimdir aslında. Neyse yemek bitti, “Biraz eğlenmeye ne dersin?” dedi. Ne diyebilirdim ki? Beni acayip derecede etkilemişti. Hemen kabul ettim ve “Nereye gideceğiz?” dedim. “Tabiki senin gibi güzel biriyle gidebileceğim yer de güzel olmalı!” dedi. “Yani?” dedim. “Elbette ki klüp S…!” dedi. Dediği yere daha önce gitmiştim, çok güzel bir mekandı, girmek için araya arkadaş filan koymuştuk, her gelenin girebildiği bir yer değildi orası. “Tamam!” dedim, çıktık…

Bir taksiye bindik ve doğru klübe gittik. Kapıdaki Bodyguard karşıladı bizi ve “Ağbi hoş geldin, ne zamandır yoksun!” dedi. “İşlerim vardı…” dedi, içeri geçtik. Barmene bir şeyler söyledi. Barmen de, “Her zamankinden mi?” dedi. “Evet!” dedi. İçkilerimizi aldık. O güne kadar içtiğim en tatlı içki idi diyebilirim, Malibu idi sanırım, ananas suyu ile. İlk içk**en sonra dans etmeye başladık. Kendimi ona öyle bastırıyordum ki, onu tahrik etmek ve okadar prezervatifi gerçekten kullanıp kullanmayacağını görmek istiyordum artık. Epeyce bir süre orda kaldık. Sonra beni evime getirdi. Ben acayip derece sarhoştum. İçeri geçtim, üzerimi değiştirdim, askılı bordo saten geceliğimi giydim ve onun yanına geçtim, “Seni istiyorum!” dedim. Salonda dans ettiğimizi hatırlıyorum en son ve öpüşüyorduk, sonra ben sızmışım.

Sabah yatağımda uyandım. Yanımda değildi. Gitti diye üzülmüştüm, onunla sevişemediğime yanıyordum. Ama salona geçtiğimde bütün neşem yerine geldi, kanepede uyuyordu. Üzerindeki pikeyi çektim ve yere serdim. Sonra bokserini indirdim, yarağı sönük vaziyette yatıyordu. Yarağını ağzıma aldım ve emmeye başladım. Kısa sürede gözlerini açtı ve beni yukarı çekerek sevişmeye başladık. Dudakları dudaklarımı yakıyor, elleri bütün vücudumda geziyordu. Göğüslerimi, kalçalarımı, her yerimi okşuyor ve seviyordu. Sonra beni yere uzattı, kulak memelerimden başlayarak yarım saat boyunca her yerimi yaladı, emdi. Beni çıldırtıyordu resmen. Sonra 69 olduk, ben onu emiyordum, o da beni emiyor ve bir parmağı ile arka deliğime masaj yapıyordu. Çok güzel bir histi. Onu içime almak için kuduruyordum, “Hadi gir artık içime!” dedim. “Peki!” dedi, ayağa kalktı ve ceketinin cebinden prezervatif çıkardı, bana uzattı takmam için. Ben de prezervatifi fırlatıp attım, “Tenini hissetmek istiyorum!” dedim. “Peki!” dedi ve üzerime doğru geldi…

Öylesine sakin, yumuşak hareketlerle girdi içime ve ileri geri hareket etmeye başladı. Ben, “Daha hızlı!” dedikçe hızlanıyordu. Gittikçe hızlandığında, ben artık zevkten uçuyordum resmen ve kasılarak boşaldım. Ben boşalmama rağmen o hızla gidip gelmeye devam ediyordu. Ben tekrar orgazm olmaya başladım, ilkkez üst üste boşalıyordum. Hissettiğim rahatlama dayanılmazdı. Sonra beni dört ayak pozisyonuna getirdi ve arkama geçip bu şekilde tekrar girdi amıma. Hızla girip çıkıyor amıma, aynı anda parmağıyla göt deliğime masaj yapıyordu. Ne istediğini anlamıştım, götümü sikmek istiyordu, ama sonra diye düşünerek anlamazlıktan geldim, çünkü o anda amımın sikilmesinden aldığım zevk dayanılmazdı. Bu şeklide devam ederken iyice hızlandı ve “Geliyorum!” diye haykırdı. Ben de, “Korunuyorum, içime boşal!” dedim. Gerçekten de öyle idi, korunuyordum. Ve içimde patladı. Döllerinin sıcaklığını içimde hissettiğimde ben de tekrar boşalmıştım. Çok güzeldi.

Yan yana uzandık, birer sigara yaktık. Sigaralarımız bitince kalkıp duşa girdik. Duş aldıktan sonra kahvaltıya oturduk. Kahvaltımız biter bitmez beni kucağına aldı ve yatağıma götürdü. Beni yatağa yüz üstü yatırıp, ensemden başlayarak, dili ile bütün vücudumu gezmeye başladı. Çılgın birşeydi, dilini öyle kullanıyordu ki, sanki değmekle değmemek arasında idi. Tüylerim diken diken olmuştu. Ensem, sırtım, kalçalarım, baldırlarım ve diz çukurlarım, oradan ayak bileklerim… Beni uçuruyordu. Heleki diz çukurlarıma geri çıktığında, belimde hissettiğim kasılmayı hiç unutmayacağım. Oradan götümün deliğine geldi, göt deliğimi yalıyor, dili ile baskı yapıyor ve aynı anda klitorisimi parmakları ile uyarıyordu. Çılgınca zevk alıyordum. Götüme parmağını hafifçe sokup, “Burdan izin var mı?” dedi. “Evet, ama ilk sen olacaksın!” dedim. “Peki!” dedi kalktı…

Komodinin üzerinden vücut kremlerimden birini aldı, karnımın altına iki yastık koydu. Önce dili ile göt deliğimi iyice uyardıktan sonra, bir parmağına krem sürüp, göt deliğimin içini ve etrafını güzelce yağladı. Sonra ikinci parmağını da götüme sokmaya başladı. Kremi devamlı takviye ediyor ve götümü alıştırıyordu. Yarağına bir prezervatif alıp taktı ve iyice kremledi. Sonra yarağının başını götüme dayadı. Götten ilk kez yapacaktım, arkadaşlarım acıdığını söylemişlerdi, korkuyordum, ama istiyordum da. Ve yüklenmeye başladı. Giremeyince, “Kendini sıkma, eğer istemiyorsan yapmayacağım!” dedi. “Devam et, istiyorum!” dedim. “Kendini sıkarsan canın acır, serbest bırakırsan ilk başta hafif bir acı hissedip sonra acımaz!” dedi. “Tamam!” dedim ve kendimi tamamen ona teslim ettim. Tekrar yüklendi. Evet başı girmişti. Öyle çok büyük bir yarağı yoktu, fazla kalın da değildi, ölçüleri idealdi yani. İlk anda hafif bir acı hissetim. “Çok acıyorsa bırakabilirim?” dedi. Ben de, “Hayır, devam et!” dedim.

Sakin ve yavaş hareketlerle götümde ilerliyordu, bir yandan da devamlı olarak klitorisimle oynuyor, beni iyice azdırıyordu. Sonunda köküne kadar sokmuştu. Bir süre bekledi ve ileri geri hareket etmeye başladı. Evet, korktuğum kadar acımadığı gibi, üstelik bana da zevk veriyordu. Uzunca bir süre götümü sikmeye devam etti, sonra yarağından prezervatifi çıkartıp, çıplak yarağını tekrar amıma soktu ve hızla gidip gelmeye başladı. Amıma hızla pompalarken, başparmağını götüme sokmuştu. Çok güzel bir histi, aynı anda iki deliğim de doluydu. Hızla pompalıyordu, kısa sürede ben yine boşalmıştım ve o yine amımı sikmeye devam ediyordu. Gittikçe hızlandı, hızlandı, hızlandı ve çok sert bir yüklenişle içimde patladı yine. Muhteşemdi. Sonra amımdan çıkıp yanıma uzandı.

Biraz dinlendik, bu arada yine birer sigara içtik. Sonra ben yarağını ağzıma alıp tekrar kalkana kadar emdim. Yarağı kazık gibi olunca üzerine çıkıp oturdum, amıma aldım. Yarağının üzerinde çılgınlar gibi zıplıyordum. Beni omuzlarımdan itti, tam dik olacak şekilde üzerinde oturuyordum. Belimden kavrayarak beni ileri geri sarsmaya başladı. Bu muhteşemdi ve hayatımda en kısa sürede ulaştığım orgazmımı, daha doğrusu orgazmlarımı yaşattı bana. 4 kez üst üste boşaldım bu şekilde ve bu toplam 10 dakika bile sürmemişti. Üzerinden indim ve “Hadi, şimdi sen istediğini yap!” dedim. “Emin misin?” dedi. “Evet!” dedim. Daha önceleri benden anal seks isteyenleri direk reddeden ben, şimdi ondan beni götümden sikmesini istiyordum. Hemen domaltıp geçti arkama, yine prezervatif taktı ve girdi götüme. Hem götümde gidip geliyor, hemde bana iltifatlar yağdırıyordu. Gittikçe hızlanan bir tempo ile götümü bir güzel siktikten sonra gelmek üzere olduğunu, göğüslerime boşalmak istediğin söyledi. Ben, “Tamam!” deyince, götümden çıktı, yarağından prezervatifi çıkarttı. Bu arada ben döndüm ve sırtüstü yattım, o da üzerime gelip göğüslerimin üzerine boşalttı döllerini.

Sıcak döllerini göğüslerimde hissetmek çok ayrı bir zevkti, bütün vücuduma sürdüm döllerini ve dinlenmeye başladık. Sonra beni kucakladı ve duşa götürdü. Önce her yerimi bir güzel yıkadıktan sonra, amımı yalayarak beni çıldırttı. Bu arada yarağı yine kalkmıştı. Beni sikmesini istiyordum, ellerimi duvara yasladım arkam ona dönük vaziyette. Yarağını amıma geçirdi ve gidip gelmeye başladı. Götümün deliğini de yine parmağı ile beceriyordu. Bitmek tükenmek bilemez bir enerjisi vardı. Beni orgazm ettikten sonra yarağını amımdan çıkarıp, yine götüme soktu. Ama bu sefer prezervatif takmadı. Götümde gidip gelmeleri çok hızlanmıştı. Götümü sikerken, “Uzun zamandır böyle bakire bir göt sikmemiştim!” diye inliyordu, “Çok güzel, çok dar, muhteşem!” diyordu. Ben de onu iyice tahrik etmek istiyordum, “Sik erkeğim, istediğin kadar sik, istediğin zaman sik!” diye inliyordum. Artık dayanacak halim kalmamıştı, onun 4. seferi idi, ama benim 10 çoktan geçmişti. Götümün içine boşaltmıştı lavlarını…

Beni banyoda biraz yalnız bırakmasını istedim, çişim gelmişti çünkü. Yarağını yıkayıp çıktı. Ben de rahat rahat çişimi yapıp, tekrar duş aldım ve banyodan çıktım, yanına gittim. Hiç halim kalmamıştı, “Biraz dinlenmem lazım!” dedim ve göğsüne başımı koyup yattım. İki saat kadar uyumuşum. Onun dudaklarını amımın dudaklarında hissedince uyandım. Amımı uzunca yaladıktan sonra, yine amımı sikmeye başladı. Hızla gidip geliyor, beni yine uçuruyordu. Ben tekrar orgazm olmuştum. O da gelmek üzere iken amımdan çıkıp, yarağını ağzıma getirdi, emmemi söyledi. Emmeye başladım. Biraz sonra ağzıma boşalmaya başladı. İlk kez bir erkek ağzıma boşalıyordu. Porno filmlerde bana iğrenç gelen şey, şimdi çok hoşuma gitmişti. Sonrasında biraz daha dinlendik, kalkıp birşeyler yedik ve tekrar yatağa geldik. O gün akşama kadar bu şekilde defalarca beni sikti. Eğer prezervatif taktırsaydım, bir kutuyu bitirdiği gibi, üstüne de 2 kez de prezervatifsiz sikmiş olacaktı. Akşam o gittiğinde ben pelte gibiydim, öylesine rahatlamıştım ve hafiflemiştim. Çılgın bir gündü.

İlişkimiz bir ay kadar sürdü. Bizim markette çalışan ve benim en samimi olduğum Necla’ya her şeyi anlatmıştım. Necla’nın Koray’a yavşadığını gördüm. Bu duruma Koray da pek ses etmiyordu. Bunun yüzünden Koray’la kavga ettim ve gitti. Gidiş o gidiş, birdaha da gelmedi.

Şu anda başka birisiyle evliyim. Kocamla birbirimizi seviyoruz, ama seks konusunda onun gibi değil. Bir şey daha itiraf edeyim, kocama bile götten vermiyorum, ilk Koray sikti götümü ve eğer bir gün onu görürsem, resmen yalvaracağım beni götümden sikmesi için.

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Acele hafta. Ben başka bir şey hissetmedim. “Acele” yoktu. Yoğun heyecan ya da beklenti yok. Etrafımda duran diğer müstakbel üyeler gibi küstah ya da istekli değildim. Bunun yerine, yoruldum ve gerçeği söylemek gerekirse, burada olmak istemedim. Sadece bu haftayı halletmek ve başka bir kişinin kardeşlik bokuyla ilgili olarak intihar etmesini hiç istemedim. Ama ailem ısrar etmişti; her ikisi de farklı nedenlerle. Annem bunu arkadaş edinmenin bir yolu olarak gördü (burada ilk yılımı yapamadığım bir şey) ve babam onun ayak izlerini takip etmemi istedi … bu bile. Tabii ki buradaydım. Sadık oğlum olmasaydım hiçbir şey değildim. Ardından gelen koyun. Her zaman takip edilir. Sanırım kişilik özelliği önümüzdeki birkaç gün içinde ve eğer seçilseydim taciz sürecinde işe yarayacaktır.

Bugün ev turları yapıyorduk. Şu anda Beta Beta Chi’nin douchebag başkanı tarafından bazı douchebag konuşmalarıyla tutuluyorduk. Herhangi bir ilgi göstermek özellikle zordu çünkü bu frat listemin başında değildi. Çocuklar, herhangi bir itiraz bulamadığım zenginliklerini ve popülaritelerini yayan pislikler ve seçkinlerdi. Kesinlikle servete sahiptim, ama popülerliğe hiç yakın değildim. Böyle büyük bir okulda böyle bir şeyi nasıl başardıkları konusunda hala kafam karıştı. Ama bu pislikler yaptı. Sahip oldukları gibi kampüs çevresinde yürüyüş. Konuşma sona erdi ve Bay Douchebag (şimdi sevgiyle Bay DB olarak adlandırıldı) içeri girmemize izin verdi.

Bu tur, bugün daha önce yaptığım turdan farklıydı. Bize kaybolmak kolay olacak kadar büyük olduğu için anlamadım evin ücretsiz dizgin verildi. Şimdi örnek olarak, üç dakika geçmek için bir banyo arıyordum, Bu gerçekten gitmek zorunda kaldığın zamanlardı. Sonunda evin arkasındaki üçüncü katta bir tane buldum. Tatlı rahatlama. İşimi çabucak yaptım, yıkadım ve kurutdum. Duyduğumda koridorda yürüyordum. Derin ama biraz kadınsı bir inilti. Sonra:

“Mmmm, seni bir hafta boyunca buza koyduğumda senin kedin çok sıkılaşıyor.

Cildin cilde karşı özel sesini duyabiliyordum, tokat tokat tokat. Her kim sert bir lanet alıyordu. Çok ahlaksız ve muhtaç inliyor dayalı iyi bir sert lanet.

“Eminim bir ay boyunca sikmene izin vermezsem daha iyi hissedersin. Bunu ister misin?”

Başka bir inilti, ama bu daha olumsuz bir tonda.

Hemen yürürken her niyetle kapıya yaklaştım. Yemin ederim yaptım. Ama kapının biraz açık olduğunu fark ettiğimde bakamadım. Sağ? Sağ! Kendimi bir göz atmadan buldum ve hemen parçalarımda durdum, gözlerim sustu. Her şeyi yanlış anladım; Birincisi, duyduğum adam büyük siyah bir adamdı. Sadece siyah erkekler olabilir. Bu şok edici olsa da (neden olduğu hakkında hiçbir fikrim yok), beni gerçekten deviren şey, farz ettiğim inliyor bir kızdan (derin bir sesle) geliyordu, aslında bir adamdan geliyordu.

Biliyordum çünkü bedeni tamamen erkekti. Ben onun altında çok sert bir dick görebiliyordu sert vurma ritmine biraz mastürbasyon görebiliyordu biliyordum. Dört ayak üzerine eğildi, geri kemerli, baş aşağı, yatağa inledi. Uzağa bakamadım. Hareket edemedim. Denediğime söz verdim. Ama gitmek için kendime ne kadar çığlık atsam da, hareket edemedim.

Siyah adamın acımasızca sorduğunu duyunca şaşırdım, “Bu kimin kedi, kaltak?” Sert bir itme ile vurgulayın.

“Sevgiler … siktir et! Hep senin.”

Ve sanki soru onu teşvik ediyormuş gibi, muhtaç bir inilti ile devam etti, “Lütfen, daha zor! Beni daha çok sik, lütfen! Kedini daha çok sik.”

Ve, “Ah baba, sikini çok zorlayacağım. Çok iyi hissettiriyor.”

“Baba” onun isteği verdi ve onu daha da sert başladı uzun bir inilti geri (ki daha önce gidiyordu ne kadar hızlı dayalı mümkün olduğunu düşünmüyordu). Bay Bottom (Açık takma adları seviyorum. Bana dava et!) Elini kendi altında çalıştırdı ve sikini bulmaya başladı. Ama onu yakalayamadan önce geri çekildi.

“Seni lanetlediğimde kendine dokunmuyorsun! Eğer boşalmak istiyorsan, benden boşalıyorsun. Anladın mı, kaltak?”

Başka bir inilti, daha çok şarap, “Evet, üzgünüm, evet. Çok iyi. Çok iyi.”

Yanıttan açıkça memnun olan siyah adam, Bay Bottom’un elini bıraktı ve kıç yanaklarını yaymak için uzandı. “Kendini görmelisin. Beyaz kyçyn büyük siyah sikime ne kadar iyi bakyyor. Delidini nasyl açyyorum, HER alarak. Lanet. İnç. Benim horozum.” Daha gürültülü bir şarap. “Dick’i çok iyi alıyorsun. Böyle iyi bir sürtük gibi siyah dick alırsın.”

“Evet! Sadece siyah dick. Sadece orospu.”

Aniden Bay Bottom saç tarafından yakalandı ve göğsüne doğru çekildi. Ve yine, iki kez şok oldum çünkü:

Bir sırıtma ile doğrudan bana bakan siyah adam, “Benim için cum, sürtük” diyor.
O anda Bay Bottom’un aslında Bay DB olduğunu anladım. Beni farketmediği için değil. Gözleri sıkıca kapandı, babasının emrini yerine getirdi ve çenesine ilk atışla her tarafa sarıldı. Vücudunun her şeyi salladığını görebiliyordum, geri kalanını kendi üzerine çıkardı.

Kabaca yatağa geri itildi ve bir eli kafasında, diğeri kıçında, sert ve derin becerdin almaya devam etti.

“Kıçını doldurmak üzereyim, hazır mısın sürtük?”

“Evet, lütfen baba. Seni sıkı kedi içine vurduğunu hissetmek istiyorum. Lütfen beni doldur. Çok kötü ihtiyacım var. Çok kötü baba.”

Son bir sert itme ve bana başka bir bakışla, siyah adam yüksek sesle inliyor ve Bay DB’nin kıçına derinden iterek açıkça büyük bir yük serbest bırakıyor.

Gerisini görmek ya da Beta Beta Chi’nin berbat başkanı tarafından keşfedilmek için uğraşmadım. Kendimi transtan salladım ve kaçtım. Ben birinci kata geri dönene kadar, o lanet bir kaya gibi sert olduğumu fark ettiğim nefesini yakaladım.

……..

Oraya ismimi almak için kendimi birkaç kardeşle tanıştırdıktan sonra, düz eve döndüm. Ve tabii ki, eve geldikten 30 dakika sonra, hala sertti ve sikime dokunma ihtiyacımla savaşıyordum. Anlaşılan, kafamda oynamaya devam eden tek şey, daha önce tanık olduğum sahne idi.

Resmi kafamdan çıkarmak için porno çekmeyi denedim, ama hiçbir şey işe yaramadı. Çabuk beyaz porno beyazı havasında olmadığını buldum. Bu yüzden verdim ve nadiren izlediğim bir şey olan siyah adam / beyaz kadına geçtim. Şaşırtıcı bir şekilde içine girdim, ama kendimi adamın horozuna bakarken ve daha önce siyah adamın horozunu görmek için kazanamadığım bir hayal kırıklığı hissi buldum. Hangi (elbette!) Beni tekrar sahne hakkında düşündürdü. İşte buradayım. Yatakta döşeme, sert horoz, tamamen porno.

Yatağa gidiyor benim horoz görmezden, ama orada hiçbir şans deneyin. Sanki bir şekilde cevabı bulurmuş gibi sikime baktım. Hayır, hiçbir şey. Sonunda teslim aldım ve kapmak için yere ulaştım. Belki bir kez başımı mastürbasyon başlayacaktı ve kaba bir lanet hakim olan bir kız benim çok iyi fantezilerinden biri kafamda oynamaya başlar. Denedim; Söz veriyorum yaptım. Ancak, fantaziye girmeye başlar başlamaz, daha önce sahneye geçti ve durmak için çok ileri gittim. Siyah adamın cumhurbaşkanının cesedini nasıl tamamen kullandığını düşünmeye başladım.

İstediği her şeyi alarak, sert ve hızlı. Başkanın muhtaç sızıntılarını düşünmeye başladım. Kullanmak için yalvarmak ve aşağılanmaktan kurtulmak için onun pis sözleri. Daha sert sarsmaya başladım ve diğer elimle, topumu kapmak niyetiyle uzandım. Ben pislik almak için onu bypass sonunda ve hemen ellerim ve midem geldi. Benim cum dolu şaşkınlık içinde, ben benim pislik ve o geldiğinde cumhurbaşkanının yüzünde saf mutluluk bakmak bir parmak basarak geldi fark etti. Sadece, dürüst olsaydım, gördüğüm onun yüzü değildi. Bir şekilde hain beynim beni fantaziye sokmuştu.

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CHAPTER 1

Mace Munro was declared redundant from the bank he’d work for ten years, That was a civilized way of being fired after being found in the vice-president’s office engaged with the VP’s wife amid much groaning, and moaning and foul language that reached into adjoining offices. Being declared redundant meant entitlement to a golden handshake. Presenting the check for big bucks, the VP slapped Mace on the shoulder and said no hard feelings.

“Just look after Judy,” Mace whispered. “Your wife is now a great fuck and won’t wander if she receives more attention at home.”

The VP positively beamed and hid his guilt. Mace knew vice-president Bill Moss was having affairs with two PAs – his and Mace’s and that’s why Mace had had a crack at Judy.

Mac was in no hurry to find another job. He’ d made a mint with unauthorized use of the bank’s money to invest in the rapidly rising commodities market over the past two years and was leaving with the bank’s money long re-lodged where it should be sitting. His golden handshake totaled a cool $100,000. Bill Moss was in line to become president next year so had no wish to have a scandal over his wife’s infidelity reach the board, so Mace’s lips had to be sealed. The alternative of having those lips sealed permanently was too unpalatable for Bill as he had the soft heart of a banker.

Heading west, Mac drove to his Aunt May’s home because his parents had only recently left for eight weeks in Europe, visiting museums and art galleries. Yuk, thought Mace with no desire to join his folk. He’d worked with stuffed dummies long enough and the nudes he wanted to gloat over had to be in the flesh.

Ford Crossing, a town of 17,800 people, had seen better days. Mace was visiting because he genuinely liked Aunt May and Uncle Richard was okay as well and the asshole three sons had left home. His other reason for visiting was to look up a female, if he could find her. On New Year’s Eve sixteen years ago when that girl and he had not long turned eighteen, they’d had thrown themselves together and had sex. Most unusual sex because both were embarrassed fumblers.

She was blonde, lived locally and claimed her name was Peaches. Mace had finally gotten the angles right and kept her still enough to finally split her peach. It was all over within ten minutes, both of them highly excited, believing they’d just become adults. Well, she’d be thirty-four now, possibly married with kids. People can change a lot in sixteen years, especially women if they pile on the weight. However trying to find her – Peaches was an alias – gave him something to do. A quest. If she’d left town he’d be left empty-handed but pleased he’d made the effort.

If Peaches wasn’t married he could marry her if she checked out okay. If she was married but was agreeable to a fuck for old times sake that was fine but alas if they stood as cold strangers he’d like it if she’d have coffee with him and chew fat over that night sixteen years ago. Yes, he’d be happy just to talk about it. Of course he might be the last person she ever wished to see again. Yeah, some quest; it would be difficult to execute even unsuccessfully and if it did produce Peaches he could face big disappointment.

What intrigued Mace about this hair-brained project was finding he actually had deep thoughts about a female and that provided motivation. He’d gone into banking as a career because he was unmotivated to find something more challenging, and banks preferred to recruit people who were unmotivated and cynical because they fitted banking’s concept of a model customer service person.

Not seeing Peaches before or since was not odd because at that time Mace lived on his parent’s small ranch twelve miles out of town. On New Year’s Eve sixteen years ago he’d been staying with Aunt May. There had been no chance to arrange to meet again Peaches after they exchanged juices because Mace had been running in a circle, chased by Peaches, he carrying her panties aloft. Peaches mother arrived on the scene and screamed, ‘You disgusting girl’ so Mace had thrown the panties to Peaches, yelled ‘See you’ and had taken off.

All in all, finding Peaches again seemed a daunting task, but possibly no more difficult than trying to make good investment profits for bank clients who were adverse to taking even a few moderate risks despite having or requiring a broad investment portfolio.

Aunt May greeted him joyfully but sat him down and trimmed his hair.

“You need fattening up, but your clothing is good. Now listen to this, you are a waste to womanhood because you haven’t married.”

“I’d marry if I could find Peaches and she’s on the shelf.”

May frowned and said so that’s why he was visiting.

“What do you mean?”

“Years ago you asked me did I know a young woman, blonde and pretty, called Peaches.”

“Wow, what a memory. I don’t remember that.”

“I asked what college did she go to but you didn’t know. That would have made locating her easy. All you knew was she was thinking of a career either in nursing, travel, finance tuzla escort or business.”

“I vaguely remember her telling me that. Finance you say?”

“That’s what I said. So you could start but visiting all banks, accountancy firms, hospitals, travel agencies and I wouldn’t even start looking at businesses.”

“It’s hopeless.”

“My friend Joyce has a daughter almost your age who is a nurse, divorced. You may not be interested because Joyce said Kathy was rather promiscuous.”

“Is she pretty?”

“Yes.”

“Anything else?”

“Big breasts and big thighs.”

“Aw, so she’s fat.”

“Not at all. Then you are interested?”

“This promiscuous thing has me worried.”

May laughed, cuffed his ear and said, “Don’t lie to me Mason Edward Munro.”

“Don’t call me those horrible names.”

“Well your mother and I liked them and your father was too drunk to really care, proud to have fathered a son after three daughters. I’ll call Joyce and arrange something. Please don’t disgrace me by revealing to Kathy her mother told me Kathy was rather promiscuous.”

“Hell, I wouldn’t do that.”

“Good boy.”

At the movies Mace found Kathy was promiscuous. Looking constantly at the big screen she unzipped Mace and dug her hand in deep and sighed saying, “Good boy.”

“She’s a nurse, ” Mace whispered to the two horrified older women sitting next to him, aware he was being massaged. The women shifted to seats farther down the cinema.

In the car and before Mace has asked Kathy where was a good place to eat, with great strength she’d pulled him over on to her, unzipped him again and without any guidance he was in, instantly. She chewed both his ears and licked his face wet and it was all over, to be repeated after dinner when they parked outside her parent’s house. The 38-year-old said thanks it was a good movie and great food but she didn’t fancy seeing him again because his penis was too small.

Mace slunk home and when tip-toeing along the passage to his room, Aunt May turned on her bedside light and called him in.

“Did she ring your bell?” Aunt May asked.

“After eating dinner she ate me, whole,” was all Mace offered.

“Oh God, sorry. I’ll have to find you someone else.”

“Find me Peaches,” Mace snapped, feeling lousy. He kissed her and left.

In bed thinking about Peaches he sighed, quoted a line from Hemmingway or perhaps Plato (he was befuddled), “Oh woe is me” and fell asleep, dreaming of peeling potatoes with some broad in funny clothes named Juliet.

Aunt May, bless her, placed an advertisements in the ‘Daily Clarion’, now publishing only on Tuesdays and Thursdays. It read, ‘Peaches, remember me of sixteen years ago, New Year’s Eve? Call me.’ She’d added Mace’s cell phone number. He received two calls from women on the Tuesday, neither of whom was in town on New Year’s Eve sixteen years ago. Anyway one was in her fifties and the other seventy-eight. Thursday’s crop was females aged sixteen to twenty-five and two guys. As with the initial callers, all quickly lost interest when they found no money was being offered. A woman of thirty-four who called him Friday laughed herself silly when he asked he may have taken her virginity sixteen years ago. She said he would have been lucky because she was still a virgin. Mace couldn’t end that call soon enough.

A woman from the newspaper identifying herself as Nan arranged to met Mace at a bar at 3:00 that Friday. She had a photographer with her and paid for all the drinks as she interviewed him.

“God, when we publish this every woman in town will be temporarily changing her name to Peaches,” said the reporter in her mid-fifties, as she stroked Mace’s cheek. The photographer, not yet twenty, had her foot caught between his legs. Mace excused himself and fled.

On Saturday morning Aunt May introduced Mace to a ravishing redhead called Penny and that evening after dinner Penny lost her haughtiness after a few drinks. She ravished Mace on the porch of the house where she lived with her husband and two children. They fucked like animals and Mace reeled off homewards with a huge smile on his face. Ten minutes later he staggered back scowling after remembered he’d been driving his car.

Aunt May turned on her bedside light. She took one look at Mace, sniffed and practically giggled: “You rotten hound, she’d the wife of our pastor. I thought she wore the look of a woman lacking something.”

Mace kissed her, on the cheek as directed. “Go have a shower,” she laughed. “A thorough one.”

Aunt May was correct. On Tuesday and Wednesday, with his handsome face plastered on to Page 3 of the ‘Clarion’ and the heart-tugging story of a man seeking to reunite with his first love called Peaches, Mace took close to forty calls from women and three men claiming to be Peaches. Tragically for Mace none were genuine but he knew he’d get over it and that evening got over Maggie introduced to him by Aunt May. Maggie was almost as good as they get; but she wasn’t Peaches.

Then bingo! It all changed. Mace received tuzla escort bayan a letter that Aunt May said mysteriously ‘was in a woman’s handwriting’ How she could tell that Mace had no idea, but it was from a woman – Peaches, and she wanted to see him. It was genuine because of the unforgettable line, “I’ve never forgotten you and me yelling with happiness, me chasing you to reclaim my panties and then the sky fell in with mom screeching at me, causing me to wet myself.”

It was a pragmatic letter with no indication of tenderness, but then Mace sniffed and said what else could he expect. He handed the letter to Aunt May who read the address and burst into tears, hugging him dearly and murmuring, “You poor boy; you poor boy.”

CHAPTER 2

On Friday Mace sat in front of the glass booth in Meridian County Jail and watched Peaches being brought in. She looked pale, a little gaunt and was covered by a shapeless blue dress without buttons or belt. Her beautiful blonde hair had been cropped but she was definitely Peaches – the almost almond shape of her eyes, snub nose and extra wide mouth although the lips seemed rather thin.

Mace croaked: “I want to kiss you.”

She said softly, “Security measures prevent that and besides I don’t want to be kissed.”

“Hello Peaches.”

“Hi Mace. Great photo. I tried not to read the story but my curiosity got the better of me. Why are you here?”

“To talk to you, to have coffee with you and if you wish and are not married, I’d like to date.”

“Are you mad? I’m in here for committing a crime.”

Mace swallowed and asked was it murder or a lesser charge?

“Murder? Who told you that? I’m here for misuse of bank’s money as an employee.”

Mace laughed with relief and said was that all, causing Peaches (real name, he’d learned, was Anna Kimble) to look horrified.

“Y-you do not understand. The disgrace. The humiliation. I was put in here for five years but will be freed next month on good behavior and accepting reform training.”

Mace asked Peaches to lean forward. She did and he whispered, “I worked in a bank and did the same thing, lifting $200,000 from reserves and investing on the markets and was lucky enough to score big, put back the money before the next audit and come out well ahead. I was also lucky enough not to get caught. You are I are soul mates.”

Peaches appeared unconvinced about that last comment but managed a thin-lipped smile. Then she said, “My guilt has overwhelmed me.”

“And so it should. Just smack your hand and say you’ll never stoop so low again and then smile at me.”

“What?”

“Come on, I’ll be thrown out of here soon. Just do it.”

“This is ridiculous.”

“Peaches, do you want me to come in there and discipline you?”

She smiled and said, “I promise to never stoop so low again during the remainder of my life. May my accusers forgive me.” She smacked her hand, Mace winked at her and she burst into laughter. “God, you are just as idiotic and endearing as you were as a teenager. That’s why I decided to go all the way with you that night – to give myself to someone who was worth it.”

“Scarcely a day goes by without me thinking of that night.”

“Liar.”

“Would you believe every couple of months?”

“Sounds more realistic. I’ve thought of you, often. But it was never to be. Mother said I was never to see you again.”

“Has she passed on?”

“No – but she lives three counties away.”

“Then she has nothing to worry about you seeing me again, has she?”

“Mace, I don’t want you to come here again. I feel so ashamed.”

“Peaches, straighten your backbone and lift your head.”

“Good, you’re beginning to look like a winner already. You’ve been programmed to feel guilt. Well that’s over now. Just think banks are awash with money and how much did you lose? Thirty grand.”

“Actually it was $887, 531 according to the audit.”

Mace swallowed and managed to blurt, “Chicken shit” and he fancied she’d love him for saying that when back in her cell.

“I repeat, you are not to come again.”

“Lift up your head when you talk to me.”

There was no fight in Peaches. She lifted submissively.

“I’m coming every Friday until meeting you outside the gates. Now what am I permitted to bring you apart from a saw?”

Peaches actually smiled, her head raised a little higher.

Aunt May hung on to every word Mace said about his visit to the county jail. And then, “Right, I’m having the old playroom next to the guest room converted into a walk-in wardrobe and en suite and Anna can have that and when she’d ready she’ll invite you to join her.”

“Do you think she will accept your hospitality?”

“I hope so. I shall write to her tonight.”

“I can do the conversion – we’ll only require a plumber and electrician.”

“I accept that offer with thanks. I trust you can swing a hammer?”

“I own three small warehouses that I helped to convert into apartments.”

“Oh very good. Now, I must prepare you. This attempt to help Anna to return escort tuzla into the community whole might end in disappointment for you. She’s no longer a sweet young girl calling herself Peaches.”

“Have faith. Deep within he she knows she’s Peaches. It’s difficult to lose your youth mentally.”

“You could be right.”

“Could you ask Uncle Richard to find a position for Anna on the assembly line at his plant?”

“Assembly line, she has the qualifications to be a manager in administration.”

“She needs to build confidence slowly Aunt May. I think of it as trauma.”

“Quite right dear, how stupid of me. I was going to ask Dinah to employ her in her dress store. But you ask Richard please dear; you rarely engage in anything with him apart from polite conversation. Take him to a bar where he can watch girls picking up men and vice versa. Richard really has no idea how the other half live.”

In the reception room at the jail and after introductions, Aunt May handed Anna a wide-brim hat and dark glasses. “These will make you feel more comfortable dear.”

Mace wasn’t surprised to see signs of an immediate bonding begin. He knew his Aunt May. He insisted both women sit in the back of the car.

On the fourth evening after Anna’s release Mace watched the two women talking quietly and they looked at him and left the room, returning almost half an hour later. Richard beside Mace was asleep in front of TV with the ball game about to end.

Anna appeared at the door. “Coming to bed,” she whispered and Mace figured she was, not talking to his Uncle Richard, who was still asleep. He leapt off the sofa but couldn’t catch her.

“Call me Peaches when we’re alone,” Anna whispered in the hug and then licked his ear. “May helped me shift all your clothes and other things. You are tidy for a man, from what I remember.”

“Um, when will you be ready? It will have been a long time.”

“We had dildo parties on Saturday nights and some of the guards where male. Everyone was required to have regular medical tests.”

“Uh-ha. That’s good. So tonight’s the night?”

“If that’s your wish. Do you still fumble?

“You be the judge,” Mace said, pressing into her.

“Oooh…oooh…what’s this?”

Well, ‘This?’ was Mace’s dick. Never in his years of promiscuity had Mace watched his dick being handled with such reverence. Usually women popped it into their mouths with contempt or carnivorously. He felt it doubled in size when Peaches said sweetly, “Oh you dear sweet thing and fluttering her eyelashes asked, “May I have a wee taste?”

That was just too much for Mace, reaching the end of his dream to find Peaches and have her ready to lick him stupid. He blew, all over her chest.

She gasped and said, “Is this all for me?” and he fired another salvo.

“I, um, thought it best not to penetrate you first night,” he said lamely and felt so ashamed watching his beloved hide her disappointment and tell a porky: “What a wonderfully thoughtful thing to do for me.”

Peaches stripped in front of him. She was shy but Mace was disappointed. She was so thin and swinging on bigger breasts while he fucked would have to wait until she built up again.

“God you’re thin.”

“Yes, I was forced to eat sparsely because I never eat bread, potatoes and rice and they are staples of the prison diet. May has discussed a food regime to build me up again. You’d like bigger breasts to suck, wouldn’t you?”

Mace manfully told her the truth: “God yes.”

So they went to bed and cuddled and kissed until slipping into sleep.

Mace awoke before dawn to find Peaches climbing over his face and soon as he licked her and tasted peach nectar. His dick rose until he fancied it was in danger of impaling itself in the ceiling. When his mouth and chin were really coated with peach nectar Peaches sat on his dick and as she lifted he sank away from her and they smacked back together in very satisfying collusion and picked up tempo until their both turned red in the face and groaned into mini explosions.

“I feel I can learn to love you Mace,” she whispered, and murmured “Oooh” as she felt Mace explode into her again.

Mace was replete in everyway as only a person who has ended his or her quest can experience. ‘Utter fulfillment’ goes a long way towards describing it.

* * *

Peaches drove off with Uncle Richard looking a little apprehensive about socializing with other people on the assembly line, but she was determined to renew her life in the community and perform well. Meanwhile Mace went job-hunting and arranged interviews for later in the week with two banks. He was pleased the premises of both banks appeared sloppy; that would indicate internal security was also slack.

An hour after Uncle Richard and Peaches arrived home, Peaches reporting her day had gone better than expected, the sky fell in, well just a little. Mace took a call from his mother who was in hospital and in desperate need of Mace. They were in Rome and she’d been walking down the Spanish Steps reading a letter from her bank when she stumbled over a guy sitting reading his letters and twisted her ankle and severely bruised a hip. His mother wanted to continue the three-month tour and Mace was required to push the wheelchair.

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Of all the fun during my youth, I would have to say living the ranch life is what I miss the most, of the many chores within ranch life it was breaking and riding the horses. I missed those days of seeing horses tied at the school, as students attended their classes. Even more fun was our long country rides on Saturday, inspecting the herd and checking the fence line. I always talked my girl friend into going with me. We would take a picnic lunch and make a day of it, riding deep into the country with no humans around, occasionally seeing herds of cattle, a stray coyote, and jack rabbits.

Not sure how long we had ridden that particular Saturday, we ended up next to a running creek I believe it was Blue Beaver Creek. The scenery was an excellent spot for our planned picnic. In the back ground you could see the outline of the Wichita Mountains. Diane had made a basket full of fancy snacks, she loved baking and making candy. We ate and relaxed, even engaged into some light petting. Nibbling on her neck I loved the salty taste of her sweat. I did manage to get her shirt open before she decided that was far enough, and stopped me. It was time to load up and prepare for our return trip.

We had just begun our ride down the trail, when I noticed Diane’s horse had a slight limp. I climbed off my horse and began looking at her horses hooves. As I was cleaning out the pendik escort hooves I found a rock that caused the limp. But the horse was still favoring the hoof, so I had Diane double up with me for a while, so I could watch the horse. I loved my large grey appaloosa named “War cloud.” I tied Diane’s horse to my saddle horn checked the cinch strap and climbed on, I helped Diane climb on and sit behind the cantle on the skirt of my saddle. Not wanting to over work my horse, we slowly made out way home.

We hadn’t been traveling more than a few minutes before Diane began playing around with me, instead of having her arms around my waist she was playfully reaching in my jeans to grab my penis. Before I knew it she had my shirt opened and was working on my belt buckle and unzipped my jeans so she had better access to my ever hardening cock. I removed my gun belt and draped it on Diane’s saddle. No sooner did she free my hardening cock when she had raised her legs up around my waist and began to work her way around to my front until she was facing me, nibbling on my neck. With one arm I was holding her, the other arm holding the reins. I am not sure how she did it but she was extremely nimble and had worked her shorts off, and wrapped her legs around me.

I positioned myself further back against the cantle so the saddle horn didn’t cause her any discomfort. Diane raised escort pendik herself up enough so I could enter her already slippery wet pussy, lord was it wet and slippery. Once I was all the way inside her, she grabbed a hold of me with her arms and legs and we let the rocking motion of the horse work our motion of my dick sliding in and out of her pussy, She held onto me biting and moaning as we slowly traveled down the trail.

I know she was enjoying this slow rocking of the horses motions, creating the movements for us to be fucking, I felt the cool wetness running down my leg every time the cool winds breeze blew across us, the feeling my orgasm was slowly building I could tell my impending orgasm was close. Diane was relaxed sensually kissing and nibbling onmy neck and shoulders, I could feel her warm quick breathes across my neck each time my cock reached the depth of her wet pussy, the swaying motion of the horses strides was constant and just the right motion as my cock throbbed with my heart beat as it pushed in and out of her waiting wet pussy. Maybe a quarter of a mile of travel had passed when I felt I was slowly reaching the point of no return, my little herd of sperm were stampeding their way to her waiting pussy and they weren’t stopping, I held Diane tighter and let it happen. It felt like I was not going to stop, each time I pushed deep into her I felt pendik escort bayan a load flow out. My head was exploding with my own orgasm and I found it a bit difficult to keep my balance on the saddle and holding Diane.

Now this brings the second thing I missed from the past, the ability to remain hard until it was time to go for a second round, Sometime during the next few minutes I felt Diane loose her composure as she grab me and began bucking against me faster until she gasp out loud and cum all over my saddle. We just held each other and let nature do its thing, I know I was working for my second orgasms I don’t know how many Diane had I stopped counting at three.

We stopped for a bit to gain some form of self-control, I had Diane turn around and lean forward and hold on the saddle horn, I entered her from behind, and spurred war cloud to a light trot for a good shaking ride with my hard member slamming inside her hot pussy, I can tell you we did not last long. Diane began moaning and screaming I wondered if anyone were close enough to hear her orgasmic screams. I held her tight against me as she let go with another orgasm. Finally we stopped and cleaned ourselves up before we reached the house.

I let Diane get back on her horse for the last bit of the trail. She made me double check her horses hooves, I didn’t have the heart to tell her there was really nothing wrong with her horse, I had made most of it up, so I could get her on my horse. I did know my saddle was so wet, I had to do a bit of work to clean it up and rub in the saddle soap before my father found out.

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Madrid, Spain

1

Sara decided she couldn’t wait until Alejandro came home. The anticipation alone had been enough to arouse her beyond breaking point. And so she moved her hand beneath her short, plaid skirt –then inside her black panties, until finally she found the moistness of her vulva. Then, while picturing him thrusting strongly inside her — the power of his shoulders, the force of his cock — she let her fingers play deliciously with her pussy.

Recently, she’d come to know her own clit very well. And so she knew just how to tease it — how to approach the bliss…. how to retreat from it….

In her vision, Alejandro then came inside her. With this, she could tease herself no more. She had to let the tension build and build… until finally the climax hit her — like rapids of pleasure, a pure filthiness.

2

Alejandro had first seen Sara a couple of months ago. It was on the Calle de Bailén, outside Madrid’s Palacio Real. Noticing her, his eyes had greedily traced her body: her long, brown hair; that short, grey dress bursa escort and, most importantly, her black tights — both revealing and covering the undulation of her legs.

Yes, he wanted to fuck her — of course he did. But fuck didn’t quite capture his intent. It was more erotic than that. It was a feeling of wanting to die in the glory of her. To wrap himself in the poem of her body, until there was nothing left — only bliss, an endless white light. Like fucking as redemption.

And so he went over to her, and said the things he needed to say. Luckily, she also seemed interested — so it didn’t take long to achieve the desired result. Later that week, she invited him over to her place — and finally they made their way to the bedroom. She wore the same clothes as before, so he enjoyed running his hands over the back of her dress, the length of her tights…

He asked if she could keep her dress on, which she did. In the end, they didn’t even make it to the bed. He just fucked her against the bedroom wall, thrusting under the fabric of her dress. It was the bursa escort bayan hottest thing he had ever known.

And now, a few weeks (and several fucks) later, he again found himself heading to her apartment — where he knew she’d be waiting for him, in that white blouse/plaid skirt combination she had already told him so much about…

3

About an hour after her pleasure, Sara at last heard Alejandro come through the door. She’d already given him a key, so he could let himself in.

Since masturbating, she hadn’t even moved from her bed — not wishing to lose any of the sensations that pulsed within her. And so this is where Alejandro found her, as he walked through into the bedroom.

On seeing her, his body was assaulted by lust — violent as murder, attacking his whole being. The way that blouse clung to her breasts, the curve of her back… the skirt on her thighs, beckoningly high… It was truly everything he had fantasised about on the way there. Indeed, part of him simply wanted to stay on that summit, surveying her through clouds of lust…

Not escort bursa enough of him, however. And so he hurried over to her, and kissed her urgently on the mouth. She kissed him back, and their hands began exploring each other’s bodies.

Then Alejandro broke off. “Take off your panties” he said breathlessly — and she complied. “Can you go on top?” he asked, and she nodded. So they moved their bodies around, with Sara ending up on top of him. Then she wriggled a little, to get her pussy in position — and then he thrust his cock inside her.

His hands pored over her body. They lingered especially on her breasts, which blossomed hard beneath her blouse. Her skirt felt so erotic against his skin, he thought he might come too early… but he managed to restrain himself.

By contrast, she wasn’t so frantic with her hands. She was too busy savouring his strength — the way he pounded into her again and again…. the way he made her body crackle with pleasure…

Then the crackling exploded, and she came with a blissful moan. Seeing this, he stopped holding back, and came powerfully inside her.

As she collapsed on his chest, he was filled with orgasmic peace. The feeling that, at the heart of everything, there was ecstasy — a sumptuous thing, flowing endlessly.

The End

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I was a bit late. Later than planned anyway. But that was to be expected, having left the office late due to an impromptu last minute meeting with my boss. At last I arrived at my hotel suite at about nine, and still without having had anything to eat.

The next morning I had a meeting scheduled in the hotel. What was supposed to be a business overnight became something completely different. Things went wrong from the moment I arrived. Ah well, actually they changed for the better…

Entering my room my first thought was that the room was double booked. On the king size bed was a gorgeous woman, laying spread out in a sexy negligee. At first she didn’t notice me. Because I saw her the moment I entered the suite I kept as quiet as I could.

When I stood beside the bed I said “I hope you’ll understand I’m here legitimate, beautiful lady. I’m afraid our room is double booked. At least they did give me a key to this lovely suite,” I offered.

“As a matter of fact I know this is your room, mister Ryan. And as yourself I’m here “legitimate”, as you call it in a funny way!”

“So you were booked in my room because there was no free room left?” I asked unbelieving.

“No silly,” the sexy lady said, “I’m here to keep you company. By the way, you can call me Sam.”

“Huh…”

“My father wants me to console you and make your stay worthwhile, even now he’s not able to meet you tomorrow. It’s up to you what you want me to do. We can go out for dinner, or for a dance and a drink. But if you like we can stay in the hotel and do naughty things. Visit the hotel spa, or just cuddle and snooze. I know no limits, you name it and Sammy is your girl!”

“You’re not telling me you’re a hooker, and your father is your pimp?”

“No Paul, I’m just a girl who simply loves sex, and I get very well paid for doing just that. I guess you could call me an escort girl. But I don’t do this on a regular basis or for a living. For tonight I’m just your private little complimentary sex doll.”

Immediately understanding the implications and seeing the possibilities I said: “Well Sam, for starters I’m going to take a shower. If you want to join me that sure would be my pleasure.”

And thus began a very memorable night that changed my life. Not only was Samantha the epitome of the horny chick bordering to nymphomania, her body is simply the dream of every men. With the most perfect upturned cute titties that simply say hi to the world. A nice pair of well-proportioned C-size tits, dream bags to hold on to. And when she slipped under the shower with me I noticed she also has the perfect porn pussy. A well arched bald mound leading to a very smooth shaven slit with no inner lips visible at first sight.

Slithering my fingers between her folds I felt she hadn’t lied about her being horny. Her little yoni was already dripping wet from within, and her engorged clit was nudging its way outwards between the puffed up labia.

I didn’t attack her right away, but since she gave me deliberately access to her treasure I didn’t hesitate to cup her sex and explore her dripping delta. With one hand between her legs and the other grabbing one of those amazing tits I pulled her nubile body against me making her feel my growing tool against her taut tushy. She wiggled her behind nudging my shaft between her buttocks.

My staggering rod got locked between her cheeks first, and when I stepped back just for a sec I lowered my shaft slightly so when I pulled her hips back against my groin my penis buried itself between those magnificent thighs. Rocking against that lovely behind my dick slid right over her pussy, nudging her clit on every push. Small shrieking sounds encouraged my cock to be even a bit bolder.

Having a hot young girl on my cock makes me a very happy man. Sam bent forward holding on to a railing, and slid my cock with her other hand right inside her vagina. Suddenly enveloped by warm fuck flesh my tool grew with another inch. Riding in and out in an easy rhythm I started to slow-fuck that cute doll. Of course this made me hot. But I managed to keep myself in hand and didn’t climax in the shower. Not just now.

Retreating to the bedroom we dried each other and ended on the big bed in a hot embrace, cuddling like long lost friends and making out like there was no tomorrow.

Tomorrow was still far away and would be without her father, so we were not in a hurry to go to sleep. Sam insisted to indulge my stiff bursa escort member. Before long she had me on my back on the bed, engulfed my hot rod with her eager mouth and went to town. Boy, I don’t remember having been blown like that ever before. Sam proved being an absolute expert. She nibbled for ever on my head, licking meticulously right behind the rim. Meanwhile she kept a vacuum on my cock, holding my base in a firm grip with one hand, gliding with the other up and down over my shaft.

My lust grew by the minute. I grabbed Sam’s legs and pulled her into a 69 position with her lower body over my head, one knee on either side of my head. I enjoyed the view on her smooth snatch, that dripping wet grotto that made my head spin with it’s penetrating scent entering my brain through my nose. The girly juice dripped right from her cunt and quiet a few drops landed on my lips or even right in my mouth. Without further ado she got on her knees and got to work on my shaft with her mouth.

As I felt the heat emanating from my balls I pulled her hips closer planting her quim firmly on my mouth. First I lapped at her cooch, then I pushed my tongue deep inside her honey box, and at last I moored my lips right on her rising clit. I held on to her sensitive nub throughout the smashing orgasm she pilfered from me, making it a bit cumbersome for Sam herself to keep slurping on my man-meat. But she managed despite her own orgasm. I exploded right in her mouth, giving her one gulf of hot sperm after the other. My jerking cock pulsed five or more scorching streams into that hungry sucking vice. Because I held onto her buttocks with my hands I could hold her jolting lower body in place right on my mouth.

We both lay panting on the bed, revelling in the intense heat we had made together, enjoying the fierce oral lovemaking we just experienced. Orally we were very compatible. As we came more or less to our senses, we decided a quick shower was commanded.

Out of the shower again, after we spent some more time exploring each other’s body, we smiled at each other like kids in love. A purely physical attraction can strangely create an intimate togetherness.

We dressed up, and explored what the hotel had to offer. On the top floor we had a marvellous dinner in the panorama restaurant overlooking the historic harbour. But my attention was mainly focused on Sam, and she only noticed the fine food and her company, lucky me. The atmosphere remained that of a young couple in love, with the need of constant touching and frisky innuendos. Despite our age difference, with me being 35 and Sam some 10 years younger.

We made a stroll outside along the waterfront. I told Sam about my lost marriage which ended five years ago, luckily without children. She confided me with her boyfriends, the last one she still sees on a regular basis. But only for fuck’s sake. With a sex drive like hers I think I understand.

Back in our suite we were out of our clothes in a matter of seconds, and all over each other again with our faces smashed together. I had never experienced an attraction like this, so very physical by nature but at the same time also so very heartfelt and cozy. This must be the feeling of love at first sight.

But on with the physics. It was time to get our bodies rocking with a good bout of old fashioned fucking. With such a hot attractive lady at my disposal I had to do her completely, in all and every orifice. I already sampled her cock dock in the shower, and she had rocked my nuts with her mouth giving me a very professional blowjob. There is really nothing better than having a young chick on your cock.

Completely naked again we reclined together on the sofa before the telly. The hotel suite offered pornographic entertainment with a great selection of porn movies to view on demand. We settled for one of my all-time favourites Buttman’s European Vacation, with Rocco nailing the hot Silver Forrest in an Amsterdam hotel bathroom, and doing her together with her friend Zara Whites. The last scene where Rocco fucks Zara in the butt and cums in the eye of Silver is epic.

We re-enacted the bout with Rocco and Silver in the bathroom. Sam walked me into the white marbled bathroom and stood against the sink-counter facing the mirror. I stroked her butt and knelt down on the floor. Spreading her buns I licked her asshole and teased it with my finger. Then I stroked her pussy lips. Sam got her right knee on the counter top thus opening bursa escort bayan her pussy for me. I fingered her with my index finger and fucked that tight cunt with one, then two fingers. I got up as Sam turned around and we kissed. I let her taste her own pussy by feeding her my finger. I grabbed her tits and devoured those magnificent dark nipples. She held her tits for me while I feasted on them with my mouth. Her nipples were kind of puffy the way they stood out. I pulled her nips with my lips and then sucked half of her tits inside my mouth. After feasting on her breasts I kneaded her milk bags while we kissed each other hard.

Still making out I grabbed Sam’s awesome buns in both hands, or at least the flesh that rose above the washstand. I pushed Sam down gently on her shoulders, she knelt before me and took my cock in her mouth.

My cock is no real comparison with Rocco’s epitome fuck tool, but mine might stand the test on two points; my six and a half incher lacks that awesome porn length but has a nice solid girth as well, and my glans in attack mode looks just impressive as hell. Sam devoured me again, unleashing her oral skills once more on my happy pecker, licking me from tip to base and kissing my balls. With my purple crown in her vacuum vice her hand massaged my scrotum. It’s such an incredible sight, my cock inside that beautiful face.

Standing up again Sam leaned her butt against the washbasin with her left leg raised, offering her treasure to me. Pushing my boner inside her pussy we started a good fucking. I grabbed her leg with my right hand and held it up with my arm under the back of her knee, my fingers stretching over her thigh. Pumping in and out we quickly found a good rhythm.

Grabbing Sam’s left leg as well I lifted her up holding on to both thighs fucking on by raising and dropping that cunt on my cock. Sam clasped her hands behind my neck so I could hold her amazing butt in my hands as we looked each other in the eye. Plain fucking born in lust can also be romantic at the same time. But the mere act of screwing is also amazing fun all by itself.

As I placed her butt on the vanity Sam spread her left leg out. Holding her right thigh in my hands I went on fucking my new favourite place to be. When after another five minutes of screwing my cock slipped out of Sam’s fuck hole I sat down on the toilet. Sam straddled my lap facing away and let my dick slip inside her tight tunnel. I enjoyed the sight of my meat getting engulfed by that magnificent ass as it disappeared again and again inside Sam’s tight honey box.

Sam got up and straddled me again, now facing me. She held on to my shoulders as she pumped her twat up and down on my shaft, offering me the sexy sight of her bouncing tits and her sweet pussy devouring my cock meat over and over again.

We both got upright. I positioned Sammy sitting on the very edge of the counter and sank my cock deep inside her hot twat. Plugging that pussy is a great delight. Pushing my drill deep inside Sam’s core and retracting almost to the very tip, again and again, is a great joy. The last position we did was a doggy with Sam leaning with her arms on the counter, her butt pointing challenging at me. Looking at her in the mirror I’ll once again drove my joy stick home and fucked Sam real good. Just before I came I pulled my cock out and shoved it into her beautiful face. She gave my crown some last licks sealing my fate. My spunk erupted as I tugged on my meat. The first shots landed right inside Sam’s mouth, the next mainly on her cheek. The last drop landed in the corner of her left eye. I took Sam in a tight embrace and we kissed each other all over, ignoring the mess we created.

We giggled as we went back to the bedroom. We cuddled for a long time, just lying on the big bed, not bothering the mess which we didn’t clean with a shower, just revelling in each other’s presence. What I love so much about Sammy is her absolute free attitude concerning all things sexually. And that her face and her butt are so fucking unbelievably beautiful.

We slept in the buff, on and off interrupted with cuddling and intimate moments. At one time I slipped my hard-on inside Sam’s quim as I spooned against her back, my hands holding on to her tits.

The next morning we ordered a breakfast from room service, with an accompanying bottle of Dom Perignon rosé champagne. After breakfast, still in the buff, we ended again in the shower. We soaped each other escort bursa up and rinsed off again, taking out time with a lot of smoothing and fingering on the way.

I hadn’t collected yet my promise of Sam’s ass. I made her bent over, her hands on a handy placed handle. When I unscrewed the shower head from the hose to make a makeshift anal cleaner, Sam said “Wait!”, and left the shower. She came back with a tube of KY and a five inch long chrome dildo-shaped nozzle which she screwed on the end of the hose.

“I always carry some handy tools with me, just in case.”

Sam adjusted the water temperature and slowly eased the tip of the nozzle inside her anus. Opening the faucet she squatted down, pushing the monster further inside her bowls. I got down as well and steadied Sam, holding on to her shoulders, watching her face closely. Pretty soon she made a grimace, possibly indicating the pressure inside became too much.

“Paul, I’m going to withdraw now, so this might get a bit messy. No problem if you stand back now.”

“Well, since we’re in the shower there’s no problem cleaning up right away, so get on and I’ll help you.”

Sam smiled at me, and slowly eased the nozzle out of her ass hole. A slosh of watery substance squirted out of her backdoor. She skilfully sprayed the floor clean with the nozzle, and inserted the tube again inside her ass. She grabbed my hand and placed it on the nozzle.

“You can play with me now if you like,” she said with a big grin. “Use the nozzle as a dildo, but take it a bit easy. Ease it out regularly to give the water a change to seep out.”

I pumped that gorgeous ass slowly with the squirting pipe, easing it out every thirty seconds or so to let the slurry squirt out. Sam turned the temperature gradually up, heating up her ass. When the water leaving Sam’s backdoor was absolutely clear Sam closed the tap and got out of the shower. I wrapped her in a big fluffy towel, took her in my arms and brought her to the bedroom.

“Let the fun begin,” Sam said with a big grin. “You want my ass doggy style, in a flat prone position, or do you prefer to take me on my back?”

“Get on your back, beauty! As beautiful as your ass is, I can’t keep my eyes of your face. I want to see your eyes as I will take your ass.”

Sam got on her back and placed a cushion under her bum, lifting her hips slightly up. I took her legs and spread them apart. Sam inserted two fingers in her backdoor, preparing her already heated up poop chute. Pressing her legs even wider I admired her two fuck holes, so beautifully lined up and opening up just to be taken. First I dipped my dick inside that already familiar honey box. After a few strokes all the way down to my root, I left that tight vice and slightly lowered my hip. Sam got hold of my cock and placed the tip right at the entrance of her dark alley.

Smiling at me she encouraged me to open up her sphincter. “Come on baby, slide that fat bat inside my backside. Make me cry for your monster.”

So I pushed forward, giving her all my weight to force my pecker deep inside her tightest tunnel. And tight she was. I don’t know how I managed to get my thick member deep inside her in so little time. Once fully inserted, I laid down upon that beautiful creature, my lips on her lips, my eyes drowning in hers. We kissed a long soul kiss. I lifted my body up again, enjoying Sam’s happy smile, and started to pump her ass.

As good as the view was, I needed another position. Retracting my cock I asked Sam to get on all fours. She happily obliged. I positioned my weapon again at her anus, grabbed her hips and pushed myself back inside. A very nice good ass fucking was under way. I believe we kept up this action for at least some fifteen minutes. Meanwhile Sam purred a satisfying meow. She used one hand to diddle her clit and grab my balls. She alternated these manipulations, making us both getting heated up more and more. Her sphincter squeezed my meat continuously, leading to an unavoidable orgasm. When I couldn’t hold out any more, I took my dick out and let my spunk squirt all over that beautiful ass.

“That was simply amazing Sam!” I exclaimed. “I can’t remember ever having fucked an ass I liked more. You are so fucktastic incredible!”

“Paul, you can take my pussy or my ass anytime you want! It’s all my pleasure!”

It’s needless to say we hardly left our suite that weekend. Our first encounter stretched out during the entire weekend. We did go out for two more very nice romantic dinners. As we separated our ways on Monday morning we both knew it was not for long. But we didn’t realize yet Sam’s last boyfriend had to look for another fuck buddy very soon.

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It’s always been one of the eternal mysteries of Chicago that the Cubs, in spite of decades of uneven performance, always retain vast numbers of faithful fans. Wrigley Field is invariably packed to the last seat for home games, and Chicagoans snort with derision at any thought of building a new, more modern stadium. But 1969 was the year the papers called the Cubs ‘the most celebrated second-place team in the history of baseball,’ and the struggle for seats was fiercer than ever. But Craig had his friend’s season tickets, and we watched Fergie Jenkins strike out a string of batters, albeit to a futile conclusion.

At each exciting moment, I turned to face Craig as we laughed or cheered. By the fourth inning, my shoulder was pressed against his; by the seventh, I gripped his bare forearm as we watched. It was so good to touch and smell a man this close, even with the competing smell of beer, popcorn and hot dogs, and distraction of the screaming and moving people. The fantasy of clasping myself against his body dominated my brain after that. The ninth inning, I suppose, may have been thrilling, if I’d paid attention.

At the end, along with thirty-six thousand other fans, we shuffled toward an exit, Craig leading. I held onto his hand so we wouldn’t become separated. His flesh was warm and his palm soft, and I didn’t let go when we were finally free of the crowds and strolling in silence down Addison Street, away from the park and most of the crowds. We drew a few curious glances. Although it would have been obvious that he was a decade older than me, I was about six inches taller, even in my sneakers.

I finally broke the quiet. “Thank you so much for that. It’s been so long since I’ve been to a Cubs game.”

He smiled quietly. “You’ll have to believe me when I say that this has been the most exciting day of my life.” He couldn’t quite meet my eyes as he spoke.

“But you were married before. I can see the ring mark on your finger.”

He looked directly into my eyes at last. “I repeat, this has been the most exciting day of my life.” The sun had reddened his face so that his bursa escort freckles stood out like a paint spray.

I shivered in spite of the heat. “It feels good to be out with a man after so many months. But we still have to eat, don’t we?”

“Where do you want to go?”

“You must have someplace in mind.”

“I have a lot of places in mind. But what do you like.”

I shrugged. “I’m no connoisseur. Food is food. Anyplace but Bernie’s. I just know I’d get razzed by the other girls if I show up with a date. Picture eating the whole meal with people peering around doorways and in the mirrors to watch us.”

Now I saw that something was trying to burst out of him, and his face, already reddened by the sun, grew redder. “Ihavefoodatmyplace,” he said, all in one word.

My belly muscles grew tight, and adrenaline shot into my blood and made me dizzy. “Um…I…” I swallowed. “I’d like that,” I said. My voice squeaked.

He flagged down a cab that was speeding toward Wrigley Field to find another fare. The driver did a quick U-turn, and a few minutes later, we were walking through the lobby of an aging apartment building a block from Lakeshore Drive. Neither of us spoke while the elevator took us to the fifteenth floor. I wondered nervously whether my return trip on this elevator would be later tonight, or tomorrow morning, and whether my pussy would be wet with his sperm when I did.

He opened the door on a compact and uncluttered apartment, which was strangely laid out with a bathroom next to the kitchen and across the living room from a closed door that might lead to a bedroom. The impractical arrangement seemed to be the result of installing a dividing wall in a larger apartment to make two smaller units.

The place was far too neat for a single male. The air smelled of Pledge. He’d likely spent hours cleaning, possibly in the hope I might come back here with him. On the wall opposite the entry door was a picture window. I walked over and saw Belmont Harbor through a narrow gap between neighboring buildings. White boats floated at their moorings on the crystal blue bursa escort bayan water. As small and elderly as it was, this apartment was much better than the one I shared with Candy. I found myself wondering what it would be like to live here.

Stop that, RoseAnn! This is a first date!

“Sorry about the view. A good view is more than I can afford. I don’t entertain much, and if I want to look over the lake and the city, I can go to the top floor. There’s a tiny pool up there that’s always under repair, and a big, glassed-in room for parties or just for sitting.”

“The bathroom?” I asked, although I could plainly see where it was. He waved toward it.

I peed, and before washing my hands, I quietly opened his medicine cabinet, with no small amount of guilt. Shaving supplies, Band-Aids, patent cold remedies, and a prescription, ‘Take one tablet every 12 hours for allergies.’ A box of condoms sat on the top shelf. I took the box out and saw that the seal was still unbroken. The expiry date was only a few months from now. He hadn’t had sex in months? Or years?

That could be a good sign. I wouldn’t be just another notch on a man’s bedpost. At least, I hoped that’s what it meant. It could also be a bad sign. He might have a half-empty crate of condoms under his bed, for all I knew, and this box was left here to mislead nosy women like me. Or perhaps he was a mama’s boy, afraid of sex. I had to hope that in time I’d find out more about his marriage and why it ended.

He was waiting beside the open refrigerator when I came out. “I’ve got fresh shrimp, a green salad, a couple of nice steaks, some potato salad, and a couple of kinds of wine.”

“Shrimp and a salad sound nice,” I said.

He pursed his lips and nodded. “Wine? Merlot? Zinfandel?”

Although I served up plenty of wine at Bernie’s, I’d never drunk any. I was raised on Bud and Busch. “Merlot?” I had no idea what Merlot was, so it came out like a question, but he pulled the cork and poured two glasses of dark wine.

I took it from him as gracefully as my shaking hands would allow. “Red wine with seafood? escort bursa Isn’t that some sort of cardinal sin?” I said, looking him in the eyes with what I hoped was a seductive smile. Oh, my God! The need was there, greater than ever!

“It’ll be our secret,” he stage-whispered. “You’re safe from the Gourmet Police here.”

He took the salad from the refrigerator, already prepared and decorated with tomato and pepper slices, and covered with Saran Wrap—more evidence that he’d hoped to get me back here. When he brought out a bowl of shrimp, peeled and marinated, I was certain of it.

He prepared a fry pan with olive oil, and began to sauté the shrimp, sprinkling minced garlic on it as it sizzled. The smells made my mouth water. We chatted about the game to hide our mutual nervousness.

“Can I help you set the table?” I asked.

“It’s okay. I’ve got a certain rhythm to getting my meals together. Comes from living alone. When you’re by yourself, mealtime is usually something to get out of the way, so you can imagine what a treat it is to have you here.”

When everything was ready, he took my hand and led me to a chair, and held it while I sat. My chair had a thick cushion on the seat, while his had none. He lit a candle and dimmed the lights, and sat down himself. Together with my greater height, the cushion made me inches taller than him, even sitting down. I was happy that this wasn’t a problem for him as it was for most men I’d dated.

“Very nice,” I said, when I’d tasted the shrimp. The wine was giving me confidence, and I speared another shrimp by the tail and nibbled at it, using my lips and the tip of my tongue to caress the food before chewing. Sure enough, he stopped what he was doing and watched. “Mm-m, this is nice,” I purred.

“RoseAnn, you are so beautiful,” he whispered.

I watched his eyes as I sipped my wine and slowly licked the rim of the glass to catch the last drops. “Thank you, Craig.”

Now was the time to move, my instincts told me. My stomach churned, but I managed to keep my voice steady, and said, “Would you like to feed them to me?”

His head jerked back in surprise. “Feed you? … I mean, um, yes. Yes, I would.” Recovering, he moved his chair around the table. Taking the fork from my hand, he poised to spear another shrimp.

“With your fingers.”

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By way of introduction, let me say that if you haven’t read the first chapters of this story, then much of the next few pages will mean very little to you. So I suggest you go back and read “Mister Jack Miller: Chapters 1 thru 8” to get the background on this tale. That having been said, please…read on…

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Well, true to form for Nana, the restaurant was ‘All That,’ and then some. From the time we walked in the door and the little old Italian couple greeted us with hugs and hearty handshakes, till the last sips of espresso and anisette, we were treated like kings (and so, naturally, we tipped like kings). I had the minestrone and manicotti, and over the course of the next hour and a half, we polished off three bottles of really good South African Shiraz. I almost ordered a fourth bottle, but remembered that we had to attend Nana’s memorial immediately after dinner, so I held off, but memorized the vintner and year of the wine so I could seek more of it out later.

During the course of the dinner, the conversation stayed more or less “PG-rated,” although at different points throughout the meal, things were said that brought to mind some of the more intimate encounters I had had with the girls earlier in the week, so I was on the receiving end of a lot of hard, purposed stares, and found my foot and ankle being caressed more than once by a soft feminine foot.

At one point, Debbie, Alex and Shari went off to the restroom together, leaving Leilani and myself alone at the table. As soon as the girls were out of earshot, Leilani turned to me, placed her hand squarely on my thigh and said, “So…Debbie tells me that you’ve got a pretty nice package under those shorts of yours.” I think I would have been somewhat taken aback by her comment were it not for the wild, crazy week that I had already been a part of.

“Well,” I said, matter of factly as I squeezed her thigh just as she had done mine, “I’m flattered she feels that way…”

“I’d love to feel that way myself,” she said, now moving to squeeze the rapidly growing bulge in my shorts.

“Oh, would you?,” I said with a little leer at her, “perhaps that can be arranged at some point…”

She was about to respond, when the other girls appeared from around the corner. I suppose if she’d been a part of the festivities thus far this week, she might not have worried about being so discreet, but she put a little distance between us. When the girls arrived at the table, I slid out both to help them back into the booth, but also to head out to the restroom myself, to get rid of some of the wine and to give my latest boner a chance to subside a little bit.

When I went into the restroom, I made an instant mental comparison to the bathroom at the fast food place. This place was large, clean, with two private stalls (one of them large for handicapped access), two urinals, and two sinks. The flushers were all automatic, as were the faucets. It looked like a resort compared to the dirty, graffiti-splashed single room that Debbie and I had played in the previous afternoon.

Anyway, I did my business, shook myself off, and, my dick having lost about half its stiffness by this point, I washed my hands and started to walk out of the room. As I opened the door, I saw Leilani just leaving the ladies’ room. When she saw me, she grabbed my arm and whispered, “Anyone in there besides you?”

“Um, no, why do you…” Before I could finish my thought, she had pulled me in through the door and hustled me into the large stall. After latching the door, she lifted her skirt up to reveal that she was not wearing panties (whether she had been that way all along or had just removed them in the restroom, I wasn’t sure). Her pussy was bare save for a thin black strip of hair that caused one’s eyes to follow it straight to her pussy. “I wanna feel that way NOW, Jack,” she said as she undid my shorts and pulled both my shorts and briefs down to my ankles. She started jacking my dick, which quickly regained its erectile strength, and led me backwards to sit down on the toilet. She straddled me and positioned herself over my cock. In the space of less than a minute since we had come back into the bathroom, she was riding my cock, bouncing up and down on my lap, holding my shoulders for support as she fucked me.

“Damn, Jack, Debbie was right, you DO got a nice one,” she said as she guided my hands up under her tank top so I could play with her naked tits while she ground her pussy down on my rigid tool. I lifted the tank up and took one of her breasts into my mouth, sucking and licking her nipple as I squeezed and kneaded her other tit.

“Bite me. Gently,” she advised, so I gave her a little nip at the base of her nipple, causing her to moan audibly and put a little more effort into the fuck. “Oh, yeah, that’s good,” she breathed, “Keep that up…”

Just then we heard the door to the restroom open, and footsteps. She got real quiet real fast, but didn’t stop illegal bahis her grinding, but instead of bouncing up and down she switched to clutching my cock tightly in her pussy-grip. I gasped silently when I felt how strong her cunt was, and she put her finger to her lips in a “shhhhh” motion, then kissed me square on the lips to keep me quiet. We listened as the bathroom visitor peed into the urinal for what seemed like an eternity, then washed his hands, dried them off with a towel, and then left. As soon as the door closed, she whispered, “Fuck Jack, we gotta hurry or they’re gonna wonder. Come here,” she said as she stood up, bent over and placed her hands against the wall of the stall. I grabbed her hips and slammed my cock into her as hard and as fast as I could. It was all we could both do to stay quiet while we were both going wild with lust in this fast and furious stall-fuck…Finally I felt the come surge through me and I whispered loudly, “Here I go, girl!”

I was gonna drive deep and come in her pussy, but suddenly she whirled around, squatted down in front of me and took my juice-covered cock into her mouth just as my cock started to spurt strong and hot. As she sucked, she reached down between her legs and fingered her pussy and clit, and brought herself the rest of the way to an orgasm as she drained my dick of all its fluid and cleaned all of her wetness off of it with her warm tongue.

When she came, she almost fell over onto the floor, but I grabbed her arm and lifted her up, pressing her back against the door of the stall and driving my tongue into her mouth, tasting our juices as we gave ourselves a few moments to relax. Finally, we were “down” sufficient to rearrange our clothes. I cautiously opened the stall door, and went to the main door of the bathroom, then beckoned her to quickly exit while the hallway was clear. I gave her a second to get back to the table, peed one more time, then walked back to join the girls. As I approached, I could tell that they all knew what had been going on while Leilani and I were absent. Whether Leilani had told before I got there, whether they smelled the sex, or whether they just instinctively could tell based on our facial expressions, I’m not entirely sure–but it was clear that they were all okay with it. Maybe that was due to the fact that they had ordered that fourth bottle of wine while I was gone, and had almost drained the whole thing in the interim.

Anyhow, dinner drew to a close, and I looked at my watch, and mentioned that we had about twenty minutes before the service, so we made our way out of the restaurant after a good-natured fight over who would pick up the check (Alex won, and I got to leave the tip). It was a great and satisfying meal, and I told the proprietor that I would definitely be returning again some day.

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As we made our way out of the restaurant and down the street, I had Shari’s left arm hooked on my right arm, with Alex holding her other hand. On my left, Leilani held my hand while Debbie walked with her arm around Leilani’s bare waist. It took just a few minutes to make it back to the hotel, when I noticed Janelle sitting on a bench outside the main entrance to the hotel, crying into a Kleenex. I stopped and told the other girls I would catch up with them and sat down next to Janelle and asked her what was wrong.

“I got fired,” she said as she tried to make herself presentable to me by wiping her nose and drying her tears.

“Fired? How?”

“This asshole of a customer….,” she said, regaining a little strength at the knowledge she’d be able to unload her story on a sympathetic ear. She told about how she had delivered a meal up to one of the rooms a little while ago. The guy in the room had made a pass at her, which she had tried to politely refuse. When he tried again, she insisted that he stop or she would have to leave. She said he had acted calmer after that, and had apologized, but just before she left the room, He did it again, throwing her onto his bed and trying, essentially, to rape her.

“That’s when my karate training kicked in,” she said, describing how she had kicked him in the belly and given him several pointed shots in his crotch. He tried to fight back but she gave him a couple of well-placed chops and a final kick in the face, then escaped the room.

“Before I’d gotten downstairs again, he had called down to the manager with some lame story how I had gone crazy because he had complained that there were pickles on his burger when he’d asked for none, and that I had beat him up for no reason, and that I was a ‘dangerous person.'” She started bawling again. I held her close to me and told her that it would be all right. I then told her that she could come with us to the memorial service, and spend the rest of the evening with our little group.

“But I’m not allowed to go inside,” she said.

“Don’t worry,” I said, “if anyone says anything to me, I’ll sick Nana’s attorney illegal bahis siteleri on ’em. Trust me, they’ll back down in a hurry.”

“Thanks, Jack, you’re the best.”

I held her close to me as I walked in through the main doors. The manager walked quickly up to us, and started to say to Janelle, “I thought I told you…”

I stopped him and took him aside for a moment, and told him that unless he wanted to be seriously, and I mean seriously, shortchanged by the reunion party, and face both personal and corporate harassment lawsuits, he’d better back down in a hurry. Knowing I not only had a couple of great attorneys on the premises, plus enough money to make his life miserable gave me the confidence to put it to him as directly as I had. We quickly reached an understanding, and I sealed the deal by reserving the rooftop hot tub again for that night. He said, nervously, that it was on the house, and that I would be happy to all the free drinks that my party wanted. The last thing I said before rejoining Janelle was that he had better keep an eye on the guy who started all this mess, and conduct a thorough investigation. I would find out about a week later that not only had the guy tried to do the same thing to another room service girl a couple of days later, but that he had a history of these kinds of accusations. The end result was that the guy had ended up in jail, but that the manager had gotten fired himself for firing Janelle without a proper investigation. In fact, Janelle would not only get her job back, but she would end up as the new Room Service manager, because the current Room Service manager got promoted to Hotel Manager to take this asshole’s place.

But at that time, she was without a job and miserable, so I walked with her toward the ballroom and asked if she wanted to attend Nana’s memorial service with us. When we got to the door and saw the big still shot of Nana from this morning’s video on the big screen, she smiled and said, “I remember her. I delivered a couple of breakfasts to her this week. She was really sweet.” So she joined us. the girls had saved a row of seats for us, and as we sat down, I introduced Janelle all round, and told them all that we had the hot tub again tonight, on the house. They started to ask how I’d managed that when the minister got up to the podium and started the memorial.

It was a beautiful presentation. the room was filled with white roses, Nana’s favorite flower, and there were momentos of her life displayed up on the stage. The one I focussed on was a big blown-up picture of Nana and about thirty other people, all of whom were related to her in one way, shape, or form. From the looks of the ages of the people I knew, it was taken about ten years ago. It was in the backyard of the big house, and the treehouse–the same one where Debbie and I used to play our little games–was the most prominent object in the background. I looked over at Debbie, and we exchanged a conspiratorial smile.

After the minister said a few words, he invited anyone who wanted to to come up and say a few words. Great-Aunt Florence went first, and sang one of Nana’s favorite lullabies. Warren went up next and talked at some length about how Nana had made him the successful athlete he was that day. Bhupinder went up and talked about how she first met Nana in Delhi and how Nana had founded an orphanage there, and how she’d introduced her to Ben. Then the V-twins got up and just said, “We love you, Nana!” which got a great round of applause. I saw Victoria rub her belly as if she’d felt something special when everyone responded to that. Finally, Alex got up and started about three different times to tell a story about something that Nana had done for her when she was fifteen, but she kept stopping to cry, so I ran up to the stage and hugged her, and helped her back to her seat. I figured I oughtta say something, so I got up and just started babbling. I don’t even remember what I said that evening, because it was just a stream of phrases…knew what was in your heart…never said no when you asked for help…whole neighborhood loved her…saved my ass more than once (that got a lot of nods and tears flowing in the crowd)…so special…thankful she lived a long and happy life…before you knew it I was stopping to wipe the tears, so I just closed out with, “like the girls just said, Nana, we love you.”

The next half hour or so was dedicated to a reception of light snacks, coffee and punch, and I think everyone in the room hugged everyone else at one point or another. I took a minute to invite Mom and Warren and the V-girls up to the rooftop. Mom had begged off, but Warren, Victoria and Viviana said they’d love to come.

It was about nine o’clock by now, and I was about ready for a nice soak in the hot tub. I went with Alex and Janelle back to the room. Alex had told Janelle that she had bought a new swimsuit during the week, so she could wear the one Alex had brought. Thinking canlı bahis siteleri it best to be a little discreet at this point, I went into the bathroom to change while Alex and Janelle stayed in the bedroom. I came out and was pretty impressed. Alex’s suit, which seemed to fit Janelle pretty well (though it was a little tight in the chest area) was a black one-piece suit, almost completely backless, with subtle dark-blue and dark-green vertical stripes. It was cut high over her hips, and the back split her ass-cheeks nicely. When she saw me emerge from the bathroom, she posed and turned round, bending over and jiggling her ass in my direction, which made me think of the previous afternoon when I had fucked her ass in the shower. “WOOHOO!” I said, reacting to the jiggling display of flesh, then went up to her and squeezed both her asscheeks firmly but playfully.

“Now, now, Jack,” Alex said, “You shouldn’t be messing with the hotel employees.”

Completely avoiding any mention of the previous afternoon, I nevertheless said, “Well, she’s no longer an employee here, so I can ‘mess’ with her all she wants me to.”

Janelle gave a mock-shocked gasp, then we left the room and headed up to the roof.

Shari, Viviana and Victoria were already waiting at the door, so I carded us quickly in and assessed the situation. It was pretty much the same as the previous night, though there was a significantly larger selection of drinks available, as well as some finger sandwiches on a tray. I clicked on the bubbles and the stereo, and we all got in. I distributed preferred drinks. Victoria opted for a Coke since she was in “the family way,” but everyone else had either a beer, or, in Shari’s case, a Jack and Coke.

The atmosphere was much more low-key than last night’s circus of sex, and we just hung out in the pool, sharing stories about Nana and trying to figure out (since this was everyone’s last night) when we’d all be able to get together again. It was left open that night, but we all pretty much agreed that we would, at some point, be getting back together sooner than later (and since most of us in the tub had been the recipient of one of Nana’s special envelopes, we had much more freedom to decide when and where it could happen.

At one point during the evening, several of us were engaged in a heated conversation about politics or something like that, when we looked over to where Warren and the V-twins were sitting, and he was leaning back with his head on the edge of the Jacuzzi, and one arm around each of the girls. They had their heads on his shoulders and were kissing his neck, and even though the surface of the water was suffused with bubbles, I was fairly certain that Victoria–or maybe both of them–were stroking his dick under the water, and that he was stroking Victoria’s pregnant belly as if he were the father or something–which, considering how close I had become to a few close family members this week, wouldn’t have surprised me one bit. He opened his eyes and noticed that we were all looking in their direction, and, even though I had a smile on my face, he still looked a little uncomfortable at being caught in such a predicament. Shortly thereafter, the three of them excused themselves all at the same time, saying that they had to get up for early flights the next day, but the way he grabbed both their asses as they waited for the elevator, I had a feeling that they were not planning on sleeping anytime soon.

So that left the six of us, five girls and myself. I sat quietly with the air jets digging into my back, thinking about everything that had happened to me the last several days. I thought about each one of the girls, and the talks we’d had, the feelings we’d shared, and of course I smiled when I recalled all of the intense physical sensations that each one of them had produced in me and I in them. I laughed softly at the irony of it all as I thought about it. Not three weeks ago, I had been shocked, angered, and hurt when I saw the kind of things that my wife was doing with her boy-toys on the video tapes. And even though what had been happening here these last several days was done from a standpoint that I was a free man, I had had more sex–and not just sex, but intense, joyous, thrilling, fun sex–in these last three-plus days than I could ever remember having in such a short space of time ever. What a mind-blower. And for some unforeseen reason, my thoughts actually turned to Donna. I wondered if she was still sleeping in my bed, still waiting eagerly for my return, and how much I would tell her about what I’d been up to this week. Part of me figured, after what she had helped me with to prepare for my denouement with Wendy, she would be shocked and horrified, another part of me felt she would be utterly turned on by it. but I wouldn’t have to worry about that until tomorrow night at the earliest.

I was brought back to the present time and place in an instant when I felt something tugging at my trunks. I opened my eyes and was looking straight into Janelle’s eyes. She was stark naked, and her breasts were roiling and wobbling on the surface of the water as she fumbled with the tie-string and started to slide them down off my hips.

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She sat at her desk in the library, bored beyond belief. She had taken the job initially as a temporary arrangement after her previous relationship had broken up. With her two children she could no longer work the night shifts that she had been while she was involved, and she needed a day job so that she could work while they girls were in school. It was only supposed to last until she got something better, but the days turned into weeks and suddenly it was several years later and she didn’t seem to be going anywhere. The job paid well, but spending her days finding books for retirees and preschoolers was not how the attractive 25 year old had envisioned she would spend her life.

She sighed, and turned the page of the book she was reading. It was a copy of Hunter S. Thompsons “Hell’s Angels”, a book that had been written in the sixties during the height of the motorcycle gang craze. Part of her longed to be in that lifestyle. To be a biker “mama,” without responsibilities or care. Just driving around the country on the back of a thick, vibrating machine with her arms around a dirty man who wouldn’t expect her to be all prim and proper. Who would, in fact, be angry with her if she did so. Someone who would ravage her at night, even if she wasn’t in the mood. A man who knew what he wanted, and didn’t take any crap from anyone. Certainly someone more exciting than the creepy old men who did everything they could to look up her dresses as she filed the books away.

“Interesting book, a little dated though” a deep voice said from behind her, startling her and making her jump slightly in her chair. The pencil that was holding her long black hair in place fell out, causing it to cascade wildly down around her face. She turned angrily, but her sharp retort was stopped dead in it’s tracks by the intimidating figure that was behind her. A man stood there, who looked to be slightly over six feet tall. He was big, obviously overweight, but he looked strong. Thick. His hair was cut very short to his skull, and it was pretty clear that he was balding. He had a full moustache and beard, also cut short, drawing out the lines of his face and giving it a very angular look. Without the beard, it would almost be a babyish face. Very smooth, very pale.

He was wearing a black T-shirt, some sort of concert shirt from a band she had never heard of. Jello Biafra? There was an image of toilet on the front with a fist coming out, and the words “I Blow Minds For a Living” underneath it. His jeans were tight, nothing special, but as she looked she couldn’t help but notice the bulge between his legs that was fairly close to her face as she sat there. What distracted her the most was that she could swear that she saw the slight outline of his penis there, as if he were semi-erect. He was wearing combat boots, that looked old and worn out, and he was carrying a backpack slung over one shoulder. What she noticed the most, though, was his eyes. They were dark blue, and piercing. Very clear, even behind the glasses that he wore. He was looking at her intently, and she couldn’t tell if the look in his eyes was one of curiosity or amusement. Or both.

“Excuse me?” she said, clearing her throat.

“That book. Hell’s Angels,” he replied. “It’s a great book. I really like Thompson’s stuff. But it’s a little dated. I mean, the worst those guys did was drive around the country and beat people up. We’ve got gangs today that regularly mow down entire families with fully automatic weapons. Kind of makes the whole biker gang thing seem a little quaint, don’t you think?”

“Yes, well. That’s very valid, but..” she began, but suddenly trailed off as she realized that his blue eyes were no longer on her face, but had trailed down to her chest. She had been playing with the buttons on her shirt while she was reading, and as she looked down she could see that the top one had come undone, exposing the top of her breasts for this interloper to look down on. The bra she was wearing today was a half cut, covering only the bottom half of her breast. The black lace barely came up illegal bahis over her nipples, which were unfortunately quite stiff at the moment, and the soft flesh of her cleavage was clearly exposed to him. She gasped, and her hand rushed to fix the button as she stood up. Her voice was icy as she glared at him and said “Is there something I can help you with, sir?”

His mouth opened slightly, a mischievous grin on his face, and he seemed to be about to make a comment when he smiled, shook his head and laughed almost to himself. “No, thanks. Sorry to bother you.”

The man sauntered off and threw his backpack down on a table not far from where she had been sitting. He reached into his backpack and pulled out what appeared to be a well worn paperback book. Leaning back in his chair, he propped his booted feet down on the chair across from him with a thud and began to read. Curious, she squinted at the book he was reading in order to read the title. “The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty” by Anne Rice. She blushed, hard, and looked away. She was familiar with the book, having read it on a dare when she was in high school. Every page, it seemed, was filled with bizarre sexual situations, each more shocking than the next. Why it was even called Sleeping Beauty seemed beyond her, as the importance of the story seemed to pale in comparison with the sex inside. She cleared her throat, picked up her book, and tried to begin reading again.

For some reason, she couldn’t concentrate on the words, and her mind kept drifting off. She was wondering what the man was thinking. Why he was reading that particular book. Was he reading it on a dare like she had been, or was it something he had read before? She risked an occasional glance at him, and found it interesting that the more he read, the more uncomfortable he seemed to become in his seat. He was shifting around, sometimes reaching down and adjusting the crotch area of his jeans. A fine layer of sweat began to form on his bald forehead. He was getting excited as he read the book, a thought which she found amusing and, much to her surprise, intriguing.

Reading being out of the question now, she got up and crossed to the cart of books that needed to be put back on the shelves. As she began to walk the cart around the aisles, putting the books back in their respective places, she would occasionally glance over at the man as he read. Once or twice, she thought she saw him looking back at her, but she couldn’t be sure. Then, at one point when she was up on a ladder, she glanced behind and knew for sure. His eyes were locked on her semi-exposed leg on the ladder, the garter showing through the slit in the side of her dress. She cleared her throat, in order to let him know that she saw him and did not appreciate his glance, but he did not look away. In fact, he closed his book, eased back in his chair and left his eyes exactly where they were.

She flushed, and for a moment stood there unsure of what to do. As always, she felt slightly violated when someone took the liberty of ogling her while she was on a ladder, but something about this man was different. His lust was more open and honest. He was sneaking a dirty peek, but sitting there with a smug look of satisfaction on his face, fully enjoying the view. She decided that, for the moment, she would just ignore him and that maybe he would stop looking.

After a few more minutes, she looked back and was surprised to find herself happy that he hadn’t.

Pretending that she didn’t notice she bent over a little farther than normal on the ladder, causing her skirt to lift up even higher. She knew that from where he was sitting, he could now see her inner right thigh and her garter on her right leg clearly. She knew she had nice legs, and it had been so long since she had anyone gaze at them that didn’t have one foot in the grave, it felt nice to be showing them off. She lingered that way for a while, sometimes swaying slightly, enjoying the little show that she was giving to this odd man in her section.

She looked back over her shoulder to see illegal bahis siteleri if she could see how he was enjoying the show, and much to her dismay he was gone. The chair he was sitting in was empty, his backpack gone. As if he hadn’t been there in the first place. To say she was disappointed was an understatement. She was embarrassed. Here she had thought this man would have been at least interested in watching her expose herself, but instead he had bolted. She huffed slightly, and quickly scooted down the ladder, having had the stupidity of men proven to herself once again.

For the second time in the day, she was scared out of her wits again, when that same gruff voice said from behind her “The view was much better from back here.”

This time she audibly squealed as she spun around, the books in her hands falling to the ground as she did so. There he was, in the dark corner of the poorly lit aisle, leaning against the stack of books to his left with his arms crossed in front of his chest. He had that same smirk on his face, a mixture of confidence and lust that she found ingratiating. She wondered how such a big man could move so quietly, but as he unfolded himself from the book case and walked towards her she knew. He had a quiet grace to him, and his motions were very fluid, almost rhythmic. She had to stifle a laugh as she got the image of this huge man taking ballet lessons, but for some reason she thought that image might not be too far from reality. He seemed to know his body well, and he moved confidently in it.

“I don’t appreciate you staring at me like that, sir” she snarled at him, backing away as he approached. She didn’t have far that she could go, though. She felt the cold metal of the ladder press up against her ass, and she realized that she was practically backed into a corner. At this point she could get away from him, but she would have to whip around the ladder to do so, and for some reason she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he had scared her like that. She knew that part of his amusement was coming from the fact that he scared her, and she wasn’t going to feed into that any more.

“Are you sure about that?” he leered, stopping just inches away from her face. She could smell him now, his breath hinting slightly of coffee as he leered there in front of her and the faint musk of sweat from his skin. She couldn’t stop looking in those eyes. The seemed to bore into her. Took away all the mystery of what this man was about. He wanted her. She knew that as sure as she knew her own name. His eyes had undressed her already, and as they danced over her skin she knew that he wanted to use her to live out the images from the book he had been reading. She had to get away from him, right now! This was becoming too much to take. She turned, released the brake on the ladder, and started to push it when she felt his strong left arm encircle her waist and pull her back. She cried out softly, feeling the thickness of his cock press against her ass through his jeans. Terrified, not knowing what to do, she stood there rigid as he nudged his nose in close to her ear, breathing deeply as he smelled her hair. Her ear tickled as he whispered into her ear and his facial hair rubbed against her lobes. “What is your name?”

“Why should I tell you that?” she trembled, her voice quavering as she attempted to find the strength and resolve that was fleeing from her rapidly.

“It’s not like it matters” he said, and with that his right hand snaked in front of her and began to pull up the front of her skirt. Her eyes darted around the library, looking for help and finding none. It was empty in her section. She knew she could cry out, but she wasn’t sure if there was anyone who would hear. What’s more, she wasn’t sure that she would want them to. She closed her eyes, the fear and lust too much for her to handle, accepting her fate when she realized that something odd was happening. She wasn’t sure what it was, but she could tell. He was hesitating. This bold man, this stranger who had entered her canlı bahis siteleri space and violated her, seemed to be waiting.

He wasn’t going to just rape her, she realized. He was going to make her prove that she wanted it.

She started to pull away, started to take the escape that she thought she wanted, when she felt a trickle of moisture run down her legs. With a start she realized that she was soaked, her cotton panties clinging to her cunt as if she had just come out of the ocean. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to take her. Right then.

She pushed her ass backwards, and started grinding it against his rigid cock through his jeans.

That was all the incentive he needed. In a blur, his hand was up between her legs, his fingers greedily pushing past the damp panties and finding her lips. As he bit down on her neck, he traced the labia up until he found her clitoris, swollen and hot. He began to frantically rub against it, his left hand scooting under her blouse and cupping her right breast through her bra. Before she knew it she was coming, hard. Her legs quivering and almost giving out as she leaned back against him.

Without even pausing, he pushed her forward so that her hands were resting on the steps of the ladder. It started to roll forward, but he pushed the brake down with his booted foot and it stayed still. He lifted her skirt fully, exposing her ass to the air. She was looking around again, desperately afraid that someone would discover them, but he didn’t seem to care. He pulled her panties down, just past her ass, and she was satisfied to hear him groan in pleasure as he saw it before him. His fingers cupped her from behind, and she could feel them enter her, probing her softly, exploring her. He was taking his time now, taking a moment to appreciate what she had to offer, and she was loving it. She arched her back, and tried to spread her legs a little further and give him a better glance.

His fingers came out of her, and she could hear him sucking on them, tasting her juices. She wanted him, now, and she whispered back to him with a thick voice “Do it.”

She was surprised at how quickly it started. Right after she said that, she could hear his zipper being pulled down, and then the flesh of his penis was pressed up against her ass. It was so hot. So hard. She couldn’t remember even having had one touch her that felt so good, so right. He didn’t even bother to unbuckle his pants as he found the her cunt once again and slid the full length of his shaft up inside of her. She moaned, feeling it go all the way inside, feeling the cold, rough zipper press against her flesh as he buried himself in to the hilt. He grabbed her hips and began pumping vigorously, grunting as he slammed into her again and again. She could feel herself building to orgasm again, their position allowing him to reach deep inside of her, slamming so deep inside that it almost hurt. She bit her lip and pressed her forehead against the stair, mewing as she fought to keep from screaming in intense pleasure. As she got nearer to orgasm, she could feel him building to it as well. Feel him pumping faster, feel his breath getting thicker. His fingernails were practically buried in her flesh as he rammed her again and again. She couldn’t hold it back any longer! She began to shake, and a long deep moan escaped from her lips as she came yet again. That seemed to push him over the edge. As her orgasm carried on, his began. He drove him self deep inside of her, the deepest he had gone yet, all of his weight pressing down on her and threatening to topple them both. He shook, and she could feel his hot cum erupting inside of her, filling her up. He came so long and so hard she could almost instantly feel it seeping out of her.

He stood there for a minute, breathing hard, before easing himself back out. She sank to her knees, exhausted. She heard his zipper go up, and then she could tell he was picking up his backpack. She wanted to stop him, wanted to find out who she was, but she couldn’t catch her breath to speak. As he walked away, she sank all the way to the floor, leaning back against the bookshelf and feeling his cum trickle down her legs.

“Misty,” she croaked through dry lips, “my name is Misty.”

But he was already gone.

To Be Continued…

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