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As in any vocation, levels of competence differ between different sex workers. In respect of competence at her work, Sara excelled.

Like many other escorts, she advertised herself on the internet, with photographs of her scantily clad body and a brief description of her character and specialist services repeated across a number of different escort pages – all purporting to be the best of their genre and to advertise the most impressive selection of escorts.

Attracted by her appearance, service and price lists, I dialled the cellular phone number on the advertisement and my anticipation began to rise.

The feminine allure in Sara’s sonorous voice and deliberately suggestive tone encouraged me to pursue an appointment with her. We agreed to meet at her flat in half an hour. She gave me her address and hung up the phone.

I always felt a little apprehensive when going to see a new escort girl for the first time. There was always the same concern; what if I’m being lured by the promise of fleshy fulfilment, into some kind of dangerous scam or trap? One would have tenuous recourse to the law in view of the initial nature of ones involvement. The police have seen all such things many times and have little sympathy for the victims of these circumstances.

My fears were somewhat allayed when Sara buzzed me into the foyer of her apartment building and I saw that it was not the usual cheap, functional and often rundown accommodation inhabited by escort girls. Instead the block was well looked after, cheery, bright and in good repair if a little characterless.

Any doubts I had were dissolved completely when Sara’s beautiful face peaked around the door, framed with fine long, brown, healthily shining hair. As I crested the stairs, she quickly held the door open wider, admitting me to her small but tidy home and ‘office’.

Save for the ever-present initial worry of being scammed or harmed or both, after my very earliest encounters, I never became nervous at the prospect of an approaching appointment with an escort girl, afraid of the shame of being discovered by my peers or friends perhaps, but never nervous. On the contrary, I become exceptionally excited, both sexually and emotionally.

The ritual of discovering, contacting, arranging to meet and successfully rendezvousing with a new lady was always a source of excitement in itself. Each step in the process had its own unique form of pleasure. The excitement I felt was not dissimilar to the kind I felt as a child at the prospects of visiting friends or opening Christmas gifts.

On each foray into the illicit world of hired sexual pleasure, the two types of excitement, the adult male base sexual stimulation and the childish anticipation of a treat about to be had, seemed to cohabitate happily in the same space in my spirit.

The arousal and excitement that accompanied the beginning of each new encounter would cause my mouth to become dry and my voice to adhere obstinately to my throat, only allowing a horse croak to escape in place of speech, as if I’d spent too long a time in a desert with insufficient drinking water. My first visit with Sara was no exception.

After the familiar ritual of offering me the welcome relief of a drink of water and asking a few polite questions concerning the progress of my day, my age and my occupation, Sara, detecting my state of agitation, asked me gently if I was nervous.

Many of the working girls I have met have asked me the same question, mistaking my excited breathlessness for nerves. As I finished my glass of water, I assured Sara – less croakily now – that I was fine. I then took her presemt from my pocket placed it on her table.

As she leant over to pick up the gift, I saw briefly down her top. As I’d requested, she was wearing no lingerie and her breasts hung down inside her black dress, small and creamy, tapering deliciously into pink pointed nipples just visible in the recesses of her clothing.

She smiled – apparently genuinely – when she caught my gaze lingering on her attractive cleavage as she stood up and began to count the paper bundle. Once satisfied with the total, she slipped her feet out of her high-heeled shoes, stepped close to me, took my head in her hands and kissed me gently on the mouth. I relaxed at that point and tentatively returned her kiss.

One never knows how deeply to kiss an escort girl. If they are willing to kiss on the lips at all, most working girls will kiss gently on the lips being sure never to open their mouths or allow the involvement of either party’s tongue in the act. A very few escorts will allow kissing with tongues although they will prevent particularly passionate kissing by closing their mouth when the level of penetration of the client’s tongue in their mouth becomes deeper as he becomes increasingly inflamed. A tiny minority of girls will participate in full deep and passionate kissing, mouth to mouth and tongue to tongue.

Sara kissed my lips and put her saliva coated tongue deep inside my mouth, finding my tongue and gently maltepe escort caressing it with hers. She rolled my lips between her own and sucked my tongue suggestively as if she were sucking a different part of me.

I began to fondle her body through her dress. I moved my hands over her muscular back and firm buttocks. I caressed the sides of her body and her beautiful neck. I ran my fingers through her long soft brown hair. I moved one hand around to her chest and lewdly groped her beautiful firm breasts.

With my other hand, I explored her buttocks again and gently inched my fingers in and further under her body to where I knew the softness of her cunt was hidden beneath the thin covering of the material that I was thrusting gently against it.

She continued to kiss me with steadily (and brilliantly executed) apparently mounting passion, her kisses intermingled with the odd erotic feminine moan and muffled squeal as I moved my fingers over her genitalia through the dress. She did not resist as I put gentle pressure on her labia, massaging them with the folds of her dress and occasionally gently gripping her inner thighs with the top halves of my fingers, before moving my hand back to the warmth of her pussy beneath the fabric.

Her hand moved to my crotch where she adeptly discovered my hardness and began deftly massaging it through my trousers and underwear.

After a short while, she gently disengaged herself from our lustful embrace and knelt down before me smiling flirtatiously. I stiffened further with anticipation Sara quickly had my trousers down around my ankles and waited for me to step out of them. She then began kissing and sucking my genital region through my underwear. The sensation of stimulation and anticipation of the eventual contact of bare flesh on bare flesh was intensely pleasurable at the same time as almost unbearable in its tantalising indirectness. After a while, Sara slowly slid my underwear down my legs, allowed me to step away from them, Clear Pre-ejaculatory semen dripped sluggishly down my shaft. Sara took my swollen penis in her hand and used her fingers to spread the sticky fluid over my cock and testicles.

She then slowly took my cum-soaked scrotum delicately into her mouth and massaged it with her warm tongue, never taking her erotically mischievous gaze from my eyes.

My arousal increased as she sucked and kissed my scrotum, the softness of her flattened tongue occasionally crawling down to cover my perineum with a stimulating warm fleshy moistness and a delightful erotic teasing of my anus with its soft wet tip. All the while, my sperm dribbled down my erection in a succession of small thick droplets which Sara enthusiastically lapped up as she tasted each salty trickle on her lips.

Each time she took a drop of my pre-cum in her mouth, I couldn’t help fleetingly wonder whether she was actually ingesting it or simply spreading it over the highly sensitive skin of my genital area as she sucked and massaged it.

As if she could feel the progress of the arousal that I felt and understand my desire perfectly, she seemed to know exactly when her work was done on my balls and that it was time to move up me to harder places. She delicately licked and nibbled the base of my shaft just above my scrotum for a minute or so then just as my climax approached, she took me in her mouth and down her throat. I felt her tongue, throat and lips in a perfect combination of moisture, warmth and rhythmic sliding of flesh on flesh, on the top and at the front of my glans and up and down my shaft.

I came after what seemed like only seconds of my erection sliding in and out of her warm wet mouth as she expertly moved her head back and forth, taking my penis deep down her throat and pulling it back out, running her tongue and lips down its length as it withdrew from her mouth. Spurts of my thick load erupted from my glans and landed in her opened mouth and on her lips and chin where they began to stream down her neck into the cleavage of her beautiful tits and wet the fabric of her dress where flesh met clothing on her chest.

As my orgasm subsided, Sara licked the cum from her lips, took my cock in her mouth and massaged it with her throat and tongue, cleaning my mess with her saliva. When I’d stopped cumming and Sara had squeezed the last milky drops from the head of my penis and I began to soften in her mouth, Sara got up and wiped the remaining drops from her face with a tissue that she took from a box near the table.

‘You must’ve been saving that up’, she said with an impressed tone. ‘That was a big load’. I confessed to having abstained from any form of release a few days prior to seeing her and she laughed. I noticed that she didn’t wipe my cum from her neck or cleavage. Instead, she unzipped her dress at the side and let it fall to the floor.

She stood naked in front of me, her chest covered in my cum and despite it only having been minutes since her exquisite demonstration of oral relief, the sight of her unblemished, mamak escort healthy lilly-white skin, long flowing brown hair, wonderfully toned and well proportioned body and especially her small but perfect tits and the invitingly pink fleshy womanhood between her legs, surrounded by a neatly crafted erotic little strip of pubic hair, caused my penis to begin to stir again.

She smiled at my obvious admiration of her body. ‘You look like you’re ready for seconds already’ she giggled. Her accent was cultured and her voice was strong despite its light and distinctly female pitch.

‘Shall we move to the bed?’, she asked, inclining her perfect body towards the King sized bed pushed into the corner of the small room. I indicated my consent and she took my hand and led me over to the bed where she lay on her back and beckoned for me to lie beside her.

She began to caress my face and kiss me again and I immediately reached down between her legs, aching to feel the hot exposed flesh of her genitalia. I took my time massaging her clitoris by pulling her pussy-lips together and drawing them up and down over her large button as if it were the head of a tiny penis. I bored of fondling her externally after a bit and felt through the softness of her labia for the opening of her womanhood.

Some female sex workers prefer not to be penetrated by their client’s fingers, either for reasons of hygiene or fear of injury. Others tolerate internal digital tampering but do not react in any way. In my experience, after the initial thrill of introducing my fingers into the soft warmth of an escort’s vagina, the experience would quickly become tiresome as the vagina generally did not respond as I fantasise that it should.

This lack of response is obviously understandable in escort girls. In fact if the pussy of a sex worker moistened at all under the onslaught of my probing fingers, it always came as a pleasant surprise. In Sara’s case, I received my pleasant surprise.

At first Sara’s cunt was warm and fleshy but not significantly wet. I expected this to remain the case as I used my fingers to massage the soft spongy flesh inside and at the front of her. After a moment with two fingers at work in her pussy and the thumb of the same hand rubbing her clitoral hood, I was surprised to discover that her pussy-juice had begun to flow.

As I finger-fucked her, her delicious cunt became first sticky then slimy and finally her entire public region was awash with her own cum. There was no denying her arousal. The pale skin on her face and chest coloured slightly and she tilted her head back a little on the pillow, rolling her eyes slightly towards the back of her head.

I moved down the bed, lay facing her between her legs and buried my face and fingers in her cunt and arse. I massaged her clitoris with a flat and soft but firm tongue, made a beckoning gesture inside her with my fingertips firmly kneading the soft squelching flesh at the front of her vagina.

I occasionally dipped my little finger up to its first knuckle into the tightness of her anus, lubricated by the juice that dribbled from her sex-hole and I worked it with my fingers. Sara offered no protest at the anal penetration, nor did she give me further license so I kept the frigging of her arse to a gentle minimum.

As I played with her, she gave the occasional grunt and horse-like moan. Not the bored fake sounds of a working escort expressing mock pleasure for the benefit of her client but the genuine down-to-earth noises of a woman in the throes of sexual gratification.

At one point, Sara’s juices squirted in my face and she gasped. She hadn’t cum although, she was getting close. She gently pulled my face from her pussy and saying ‘I hope you don’t mind’, set her own fingers busily to work on her clit. ‘Keep your fingers in my cunt’, she instructed, then closed her eyes and focussed on bringing herself to orgasm.

Shortly, she came, grunting and moaning, turning her head to one side and thrusting her hips towards the ceiling in a series of erotic convulsions. She lay back and gently massaged herself as the waves of her orgasm subsided. I noticed how the motion of her fingers on her clitoral hood and labia changed as soon as she came, from a ferociously fast firm rhythmic rubbing to an almost idle and aimless gentle caress. It was not so different from the way I treated my penis during and after masturbation.

Once she had finished, she smiled at me. ‘Thanks for that’, she said with a smile. ‘This job has its occasional perks’. I have to say that I believed her. It is always possible for a woman to falsify the experience of her sexual pleasure and her climax but in this instance, I was hard pressed to view what I witnessed as a forgery. The colouration of her skin, the self-indulgent expression on her face, the rolling back of her eyes, the un-stereotypical grunts and unladylike moans and not least the prodigious quantity of juice flowing from her cunt all seemed to point to pleasure truly experienced. Still, ankara escort one never knows when one is male.

As we lay beside each other, I contemplated what I had just seen. My cock had softened as I had been concentrating on pleasuring Sara but the thoughts of what I’d seen replaying themselves in my imagination soon had me stiffening in arousal again.

Ever attentive to her client, Sara saw the movement of my rapidly growing member, smiled and began almost idly playing with my glans, taking some of her now sticky pussy juice on her fingers, she moistened the end of my cock and rubbed it until it was hard.

‘Fancy a fuck?’ she asked crudely. She laughed when I nodded vigorously.

She went down between my legs and took my cock in her mouth, stimulating it with her lips and tongue until it was completely hard then she leant over me, her pink nipples brushing my face as she reached over to the small bedside table, opened the top drawer and produced a condom in a red wrapper.

Sara expertly extracted the contraceptive from its packet and dressed my erect penis in the thin rubber film. She then slowly and adeptly masturbated my shaft through the condom while treating me to a gorgeous demonstrating of licking, sucking and nibbling on my ball-sack and even occasionally running her tongue in and around my arsehole.

Moments later when she knew I was ready, she climbed to her hands and knees and presented me with her beautiful behind, moving it slightly from side to side, erotically teasing and encouraging me to enter her.

I got on my knees behind Sara and pushed the tip of my hard dick into her vagina. I moved my glans in and out of her for a while before the anticipation grew too strong and I inserted the full length of my erection, gently penetrating her cunt and pushing hard when I was completely inside her so that I could feel my testicles pressing against her pussy-lips.

I then fucked her hard and quickly as I gently fingered her arsehole and massaged her buttocks. It was not long before I was ready to ejaculate for the second time. Uncannily anticipating my imminent squirt as she had the previous time, Sara turned her head back to face me, an expression of mischievous daring in her eyes that was maddeningly erotic and she said ‘shoot cum all over my bum and rub your cock on my arsehole’. Even through my pleasure, I could see her erotic encouragement was a trick she had learned to affect but this made no difference to the effect it had on me.

I banged away at her pussy for a short while longer then as I felt my climax approaching, I withdrew from inside her removed the condom, rolling it off my shaft, turning it inside out as it slid off me, tossed it aside and proficiently brought myself the rest of the way to orgasm, squirting a load almost as full as the previous one over her peachy derriere and pretty little arsehole.

As I came, I pushed my glans against her arsehole, inserting just the tip of my prick spurting the last of my cum into and around the entrance to her bum. As my orgasm subsided, I rubbed my cock all over her slippery arsehole and perineum and using my other hand, massaged my cum into the skin of her buttocks as if it were a soothing expensive body lotion. To my great delight, she turned around then and took my sticky penis in her mouth and once again cleaned away the evidence of my recent ejaculation.

It aroused me to notice once again that Sara didn’t bother to wipe my semen away from her skin, she simply lay on her back with her legs casually spread, one hand on her stomach and the other motioning for me to lie beside her again.

We made small talk at that point. A true professional, Sara was one of the few escorts I knew who was also good entertainment value and a stimulating conversationalist.

Sara told me that her hobby was swimming and exercise and she was studying a sports science degree and hoped eventually to be a personal fitness instructor. She told me how the tight outfit she wore at the gym often aroused her as it rubbed against her clit and labia and she was often driven to visiting the ladies to bring herself off during her breaks.

After we’d talked for some time, my hormones began to stir for the third time. Attentive as before, Sara noticed the change in me and enquired brightly, ‘one for the road?’ I offered my enthusiastic assent and once again, she laughed.

She took me in her mouth again and seemed instinctively to know that after cumming twice already, subtle stimulation of my more secondary erogenous zones would be insufficient to stimulate me. She immediately buried my glans in her soft moist throat, wrapping her lips and tongue around me and quickly moving her mouth up and down on my hard cock.

It took longer for me to cum this time but not much longer. I was soon squirting my last remaining drops of watery seminal fluid into Sara’s expertly employed mouth. As before, she kept my prick in her mouth and massaged me down from the peak of my pleasure. I had cum right in her mouth this time and my load had been far smaller than the previous two. She swallowed my cum and licked my cock clean before laying back on the bed once again. Instinctively understanding that I was spent for the day, she offered me a towel and after a brief shower, I dressed, left the apartment and caught a cab home.

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We lay talking in bed, our bodies tangled together beneath the sheets, although no significant events had ensued. We talked as we got dressed (or rather, undressed) for bed, kissed fiercely once atop the covers, and had a tickle war beneath the sheets. We lay spent, but from no sexual exertion, by any means. After we decided it was bad for our health because neither of us could breathe any longer, we collapsed, exhausted, onto the mountain of pillows near the solid oak headboard. We never seem to lie on our own separate sides of the bed, but always seem to curl our bodies and mold together throughout the night, always seeming to wake up holding each other.

Tonight would be different.

We casually conversed about our relationship, how work is going, and other colloquial chat. I drifted off into a mellow sleep listening to your voice, with my head laid on your chest listening to your heartbeat, and your fingers work their way through my long soft tresses of deep reddish auburn hair.

I feel your moist lips press against my forehead before I fall into a deep sleep.

My dream. I remember it vaguely.

I had been cuddling with you but you had to get up for something. I felt you move from beneath me as I stretch out between the cool cotton sheets. While you’re away, I drift off into a restful sleep.

Then I feel it… maybe your finger? It’s cold as ice. I wake immediately to find it is ice. You have a rectangular cube dripping less than an inch above my now erect nipple. I open my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light, only to feel a surprisingly warm sensation. I recognize that sensation, but it’s more delightful than usual in this dream. Your tongue swirls around the stiff nub, gently taking it between your teeth and flicking across it with the tip of your wet tongue. Your lips form a suction cup around the whole nipple and you begin to suck with fervor. The warm sensation after the chilling ice is completely new to me.

I begin to stir beneath the sheets in my deep slumber at the sensual dream.

The cold again. The ice is pressed into the skin just between my soft, round breasts. It trails down for a moment and stops just at the bottom of my ribcage. Then follows your warm tongue again. The sensation is unbearable. I try to shift my hips but the weight of your body presses into mine, making me paralyzed beneath your ministrations. A soft moan escapes my lips.

You look up quickly to see if I’ve woken from my sleep, unsure of my reaction. You find me still blissfully dreaming, my eyes wide shut, and a sly smile spread across my face. You imagine me dreaming about what you’re doing to me, knowing it’s actually happening, and reassure yourself that when I wake, I will thoroughly be enjoying the pleasure which you are delivering.

Your hand travels down the center of my firm stomach, past my belly button ring, followed by the ice cube and lastly your tongue. My soft skin forms a slight film of sweat covering my whole body, and etimesgut escort you grin as your erection twitches at the thought of the sweat dripping off our bodies as we make love.

The ice has now melted and chilled my skin, causing goosebumps to raise across my warm body. You hope I’ll wake up soon so you can stop being so slow and gentle, but you enjoy the thought of teasing me in my slumber and interrupting my dreams with the soft delicate pleasures you’re applying to my sensitive flesh.

Your tongue and teeth move back up to my other nipple, only to find it soft, melting into the flesh of the large, round breast piled beneath it. You watch my chest rise and fall as I breathe, a bit ragged, before you flick your tongue out. You continue to catch the tip with the rhythm of my breath until it’s as hard as you are.

Your mouth clamps down as you forcefully insert two fingers into my wet pussy. You feel my back arch as your tongue swirls around the hot swollen flesh and a gasp comes from deep within me. Immediately, you feel my right hand go to the back of your head, pushing harder. You grin with a mouthful of breast as I moan and buck my hips into your hand.

My eyes remain closed as I try to separate reality from the dream. For, it was the dream in which you dripped ice across my breast and stomach, and kissed me softly as you slowly massaged my pussy with your large, masculine fingers.

As a few moments passed, I realized I didn’t care whether or not I was still dreaming. I cared only about the impending orgasm racking my body from your fingers massaging my g-spot, and thumb pressing delicately on my swollen clit.

Suddenly, all sensation stopped.

My eyes shot open within moments, wondering whether or not everything was a dream and you were still sleeping silently beneath me. My immediate fear was that I had been grinding my pussy into you if you had been asleep. I soon realized you were leaning above me, waiting for me to become coherent. A wide smile was spread across your face, and I soon joined your amusement. You traced your fingers from the top of my pussy up the front of my stomach, and massaged the juice into my stiff nipples. I closed my eyes and moaned as you continued your assault on my most intimate, completely aroused flesh. Your fingers found my mouth as I licked and sucked the remaining juice. The thought of me tasting myself to you was unbearable, and you desired the same delicious treat I had just received.

You didn’t spend time working your way down my body, making me beg for your tongue inside me.

I felt your hands pressing the insides of my thighs apart, and immediately thereafter your mouth was attached to my lower lips, probing deep inside. It was as though you were making out with my pussy, but rather than my tongue snaking into your mouth to kiss you back, my clit throbbed as you sucked on it hard. My thighs tightened around your head, forcing you to eat me harder. etlik escort My sighs turned to ethereal moans, warning you of the impending flood of delicious fluid and orgasmic seizure. Your grip on my clit tightened as your tongue flicked it between your teeth, and your fingers pressed inside me at a rapid pace. Soon enough, I was undulating beneath you and screaming your name.

You sucked at the entrance to my tight pussy, probing for more of the delicious substance, but I soon pushed your head away. You pressed yourself upwards, all of your weight landing atop my slender body, kissing me madly and passionately, as though you had not been kissed in years.

Your tongue found mine and swirled around, and I could taste my pussy on your breath. My body reacts to the kiss, trying to press harder into yours, as if trying to become closer—though not one inch of skin was left without contact of your strong body.

I was unable to reach between us to stroke your massive hard on, because your hips were pressing into me so urgently. I could tell what you needed. You didn’t want a hand. Or a tongue. Or a throat. You wanted to be deep inside, penetrating the very depths of my core, watching another orgasm rack my supple body as my pussy contracts and clenches around your massive cock. And so, I spread my legs as wide as I could, raising my hips off the bed. You smiled a devilishly naughty smile as you positioned yourself at the tight entrance and pushed inside.

You let only the head slide in, not only teasing me but putting immense pressure and pleasure on the head of your cock. I clenched the walls inside, giving you a very personal massage as you pushed deeper into me. Soon enough, you were buried to the hilt, not moving only to enjoy the sensations of being inside me once again. It had only been a day, but it had felt like an eternity.

Your sexual tension overtook your body as you began pistoningu in and out of me, feeling the warm, inviting, soaked flesh massage your entire cock.

You leaned forward and took my hands in yours. I had been holding your shoulders, digging my nails into them not only because of the pleasure, but also for stability. Your rapid strokes were pushing me further up the bed, nearing the headboard, and I needed to hold on. You moved them above my head, just below the headboard.

This allowed us to hold on as you thrust your hips deep inside me, and it also caused me to heave my chest upward. You bent your back to take a hard nipple between your teeth.

This time you are relentless. You do not nibble, but rather you scrape the tender nubs with your teeth, making me scream in a contrasting mix of stark pleasure and pain.

I’m unable to respond. You’ve pinned my hands forcefully over my head, so I can only thrust my hips back at you, wrapping my legs around you and raising my hips further for you to push deeper. I can tell by the look in your eyes that you’re going to cum. I begin to orgasm ankara escort on your cock, squeezing you tight within me, crying out in sheer pleasure as you clamp down on my nipple. You refuse to cum when I do, but allow me to ride out the tremendous waves of pleasure. My fingers dig into your hands, pulling and straining to be released so I can touch you, but you deny me the simple pleasure. I’m astonished at your forcefulness, and love the feeling of being completely possessed by you.

I’m not completely coherent still. I feel you pull out of me rapidly, and my immediate instinct is to open my mouth. Yet I’m met with a very different action from you.

You straddle my waist and thrust your enormous cock between my breasts. You take one of your hands to hold them together, creating sensational pressure surrounding your cock, sliding between the hard nipples and warm supple mounds of my D-sized flesh. You continue to hold my hands above my head with your one arm, and I do my best to catch the head of your cock with my tongue as you thrust between my breasts. I can taste myself, I can smell my cum on my chest from your cock and it drives my wild. I want you back inside me, but I see your first spurt of cum splash from the tip of your cock, and open my mouth eagerly to swallow your seed.

You continue to pump, now using both of your hands to clamp my large breasts around your cock as your orgasm subsides and the cum stops seeping from your still-hard member. I release your hands with my own and take your cock in my mouth, sucking the remaining cum from you and feeling you soften on my tongue. You pull out and move beside me, spent, on the bed. I dip my fingers into the small puddle the pooled in the valley between my breasts and swallow it eagerly. You massage my chest gently, knowing I’m sore from your slightly rough intrusion.

You smile at me and I grin back knowingly. “So much for a good night’s rest,” I tell you playfully. “Ok, fine, I won’t wake you up in the middle of the night anymore…” you tell me in response. “Mmm, baby, you better wake me up like that again…” I smile and kiss you softly on the lips, able to taste the mixture of our sweat and cum still, smiling inwardly.

I curled up with you holding me and pulled the covers over us; the slight breeze in the room blowing past our sweaty skin sending shivers through the both of us. You felt my goosebumps and thought only of how sexy it was watching my body respond to the ice across my nipples, and stomach, and pussy. “Could you feel the ice?” you ask hesitantly, unsure of whether I’m asleep yet.

“Mmm, I thought I was dreaming that part…” I told you weakly, through a deep yawn.

“What else did you think you were dreaming,” you asked as you placed a loving kiss on my delicious lips.

“I don’t know, but if this was a dream, then I don’t wanna wake up.” I smile and nod off, back into the restful slumber from which you had woken me about an hour before.

You smile and think to yourself. “It wasn’t a dream, love. And I’ll be sure to wake you up like that in the morning.”

As you drift off, you imagine licking cool dollops of whipped cream off my pussy as the morning sun kisses our skin through the open bay window of our bedroom. Maybe another day.

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It was summer and the sun had graced us with its presence on a weekend.

After a lovely breakfast we decided to go for a walk in the woods.

You dressed seductively for the occasion. A tight white t-shirt; showing off your beautiful boobs and your gorgeous body. A very short Jeans Skirt; allowing me to enjoy your lovely slender legs.

We arrived at the woods. I got out of the car and walked round to your side. I watched as you swung your legs out of the door and slipped on some tan boots. Your legs stretched out in front of you, I was instantly turned on. I could see the outline of your boobs inside your t-shirt, there was no sign of a bra. I didn’t think it was possible, but that turned me on even more. Subtly I adjusted my hardening cock inside my jeans. You jumped out the car. I locked it and we headed off into the woods.

We walked hand in hand enjoying the fresh air, talking and laughing. We hadn’t seen a soul, it was a beautiful wood. Every now and again we stopped and kissed.

We’d been walking a while and it had been getting darker with clouds appearing above batıkent escort us through the woods leafy canopy. The air had cooled and we could sense rain was imminent. We decided to turn back and head for the car.

As soon as we had done so heavy rain drops started cascading down over us.

Very quickly we were drenched.

I saw a large oak tree and grabbed you hand and pulled you under it’s cover.

As I pulled you closer I noticed your nipples were showing through your t-shirt.

My cock stirred and grew instantly hard, pushing against my jeans.

I pulled you closer for a kiss.

My lips were soft, but firm on yours.

The kiss lasted a while. Soft kissed and then more urgent my tongue caressing your lips.

You could tell how horny I was. My kisses were urgent and passionate. But also you could feel my hard cock pushing against your pussy.

My hands had been holding your head while we kissed. But now I moved them down. Running them over your back, and down to your bum. I pulled you harder against me. My cock hard against beşevler escort your pussy. You could feel yourself growing more and more aroused.

My hands lifted the back of your t-shirt. I felt lovely as my warm hands ran up and down your back.

You lifted up your arms. I knew what that meant and I pulled off your t-shirt.

The rain rolled over your boobs. They made you shudder, but everything hardened and made you tingle.

My head went down to your boobs. You leaned back and enjoyed as I kissed and sucked on your boobs.

Your hands meanwhile were busy. Undoing my belt, button and zip. Releasing my hard cock from its prison. It burst out as you released it, springing to attention.

I turned you round. Your back now against the tree.

I pushed you hard against it. The rain running over you face, down your body. You looked into my eager eyes. You knew what you wanted, and you knew I wanted it.

You hitched up your skirt, held onto my shoulders and jumped, wrapping your legs around me.

My hands were under your bum. Helping ankara escort you up.

Then I lowered you carefully onto my cock.

It was hard and swollen. But I slowly lowered you onto me.

My hard, hot cock, slowly sliding inside you. Pushing you wet lips aside. Deep inside you.

Resting your back against the tree. And a combination of moving my hips and lifting you up and down, we made love.

Slowly to start with but as we both got more turned on it got faster and harder.

I pushed deep inside you as you moved up and down me.

I was filling you.

In and out.

Stretching you.

Filling you.

The cold rain running over are hot bodies.

I moaned as I fucked you.

You screamed every time your orgasm peaked.

We must have been there for about half an hour.

Until I burst inside you, filling you with lots of hot cum.

Our moment was broken, we heard someone whistling for a dog.

A few last thrusts and then I lifted you off and back onto the ground.

You pulled back on your t-shirt, pulled down your skirt.

I tucked my hard cock back inside my jeans, zipped and belted up.

As we walked back out onto the track, a dog ran past followed by a old man.

He smiled and said Good Morning.

As you said Good Morning back, you smiled and laughed, as you felt my cum running down your leg.

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Copyright © April 2021 by CiaoSteve

CiaoSteve reserves the right to be identified as the author of this work. This story cannot be published, as a whole or in part, without the express agreement of the author other than the use of brief extracts as part of a story review.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

Author’s Notes

This is a fourth part to the series. Although it is self-contained from a story perspective, I would recommend you read the earlier chapters as there will be references which make more sense if you have read the earlier parts.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

While Kirsten was being led by a leash up the cabin stairs, back in the city, another young woman was also being led. Her name was Sophiya, Soph to her husband, or Sophie to her friends. It was her husband, her hand in his, who was leading her up through the busy designer department store.

Heads were turning, usually young and male, as the couple wound their way from floor to floor. Was it surprising? She was young, early twenties, tall and slim, with long shiny black hair tied up in a loose bun. Was that it, or was it the look? Everything about the young woman oozed class. Even in casual attire—Sophiya was wearing a trendily baggy white blouse with the top few buttons undone, a short black leather skirt and white trainers—she stood out from the rest. Add to that the obvious logo on the handbag she carried over her shoulder, a logo which for sure didn’t come from a cheap copy.

If it wasn’t the look, then it had to be something more natural which had people noticing her. Maybe it was the light Indian complexion, the almost tanned appearance to her young skin. Perhaps the seemingly endless legs, perfectly toned, seductively disappearing up inside that short skirt. Or, most likely, it was the hips and chest, curves which belied her slender stature.

If she exuded class, then Mukesh, her husband, radiated wealth. His choice of attire wouldn’t have looked out of place in an office rather than a shop, even an upper-class store like this one. He wore a blue jacket over a smart white shirt, the buttons of which matched the colour of the jacket. Down below Mukesh donned a pair of stone-coloured slacks, and smart brown sneakers. It was the wide brown leather belt which co-ordinated the couple’s outfits. There, for all to see, was a silver interlocking-C designed buckle, the same as the logo on Sophiya’s bag.

It was Saturday afternoon, and the store was buzzing with customers. There were those for which window shopping was an ideal way of passing away a few hours, with no intention to buy anything, nor the means to make a purchase given the prices in this place. Others would be on a bit of a binge, baskets full as they overdosed on retail therapy. Then there were those with a mission in mind, but not knowing what it was that they wanted until they found it.

Sophiya and Mukesh were the latter, intent on finding the perfect outfit, or at least Mukesh was. Sophiya though was just a little indifferent to the whole idea.

“Here,” Mukesh addressed his wife as he held up a red cocktail dress, “how about this one?”

“I’ve got one just like it at home,” was the put down aimed towards his latest choice. “Why do I need another dress anyway. I’ve got a wardrobe full of them. Surely one of those will do unless you want to buy me something suitable for an interview.”

“We’ve had that conversation, Soph. You don’t need to work.”

“It’s not that I need to work. God knows how much money we have. It’s that… well, Mukesh… it’s that I want to work, to have some company during—”

“Not today, Soph,” Mukesh interrupted. “You know what I think about you having to work. Anyway, it’s your birthday, and I want you to feel a million dollars. We’ve got the theatre, then out for dinner at the most wonderful restaurant.”

As if to say the matter was closed, Mukesh gave Sophiya a sensitive kiss on the cheek.

“But Mukesh. I mean it, I’ve got—”

“Can I help you sir… madam?” came a female voice from behind.

In tandem, the two shoppers turned around, expecting to be met by the usual green-between-the-ears young shop assistant, intent on nothing more than making a sale. Imagine the surprise when they were met by… well, you had to say she was a seasoned professional, as mature in stature as she must have been in age.

“It’s fine, we were just l—”

Sophiya was cut short as she started to make excuses that they were about to leave.

“Looking for a—”

Even Mukesh’s intervention was cut short.

“A dress,” interrupted the sales assistant, in a most surprisingly direct yet friendly manner. “Yes, yes, I could see that, but if you don’t mind me saying, you’re not going to find anything suitable among these.”

The look on Mukesh’s face said it all. Did she know who he was? Money wasn’t an object emek escort if that was what she thought. The only question was how to say it to her nicely.

“What do you mean? I’ve never had anyone questioning my ability to buy my wife a dress. I have more mon…”

The reaction of the sales assistant—she started to smile; the merest grin morphed into an infectious chuckle—broke Mukesh out of his remonstration.

“Oh, no, I think you misunderstand. I am not questioning your ability. I just don’t think these dresses are right for somebody as beautiful as your wife.” The assistant turned to Sophiya. “I hope you aren’t offended by me calling you beautiful.”

“No, no,” Sophiya responded.

Sophiya wasn’t offended; embarrassed or flattered may have been suitable emotions, but not offended. In fact, what shocked her the most was the way this stranger had managed to shut Mukesh up. Once Mukesh got a bee in his bonnet, there was usually no stopping him. She was right about the dresses, though. Sophiya had used the excuse that she had many at home—it was a half-truth as she did have many similar dresses to the ones Mukesh had been selecting—but really it was her way of saying that she just didn’t like his choices.

Turning back to Mukesh, the sales assistant continued in her direct manner.

“Now, why don’t you take a seat and leave your darling wife in my capable hands. I promise to take good care of her.”

Reluctantly, Mukesh took said seat and watched as the two women headed off towards the back of the store.

“So, what’s the big occasion?” asked the sales assistant.

“Birthday,” came a reply. “Theatre first, then dinner. Somewhere posh he says.”

“I see. So, something versatile. Smart enough for the theatre, but making you feel good in yourself at dinner. How do you think about coverage. You know, showing a little flesh?”

“Errr… well… I guess so, but not too much.”

“How about colour? I guess not the red that he was holding up before. How do you think about black? Classic and versatile. Or perhaps a navy blue.”

“I love black,” came the reply, “but I’ve got so many black dresses.”

“So, if it is black it needs to be something different to what you already have. I have a few ideas. Now, why don’t you hop into that changing room. Strip yourself off and I’ll be back in a few minutes with some to try. Size eight I’m guessing.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere, but actually a ten,” Sophiya responded, a smile on her face at the idea of somebody thinking she was more petite.

There was a pause before the assistant whispered to Sophiya.

“I’m sorry. I don’t mean to judge, but you are wearing underwear, aren’t you?”

What could have been an embarrassing moment dissolved into laughter as Sophiya confirmed she was suitably attired. She watched as the sales assistant headed off in the direction of what Sophiya assumed was a stockroom, then hopped into the nearest changing room, or to be more precise it was closer to a changing suite than a changing room, big enough for a couple of people at least. Sophiya pulled the curtain behind herself then started to strip out of her skirt and blouse, only stopping when she wore nothing more than a pastel blue jersey bra and matching panties.

Sophiya couldn’t resist but to take a good look at herself in the full-length mirror. She was proud of her appearance—she worked out regularly at the gym to offset an exuberant lifestyle. As she stood there, she couldn’t help but run her hands down across her slight waist. She wasn’t skin and bones though. Larger than average breasts for her frame—she was a definite C-cup—gave curves up top, and wide hips gave an attractive hourglass figure, and a very tempting inch or two between her slim thighs.

Sophiya turned around, arching her head over her shoulder to grab a glance at her ass. If you asked Mukesh, he’d have said that her ass and breasts were her greatest assets. In Sophiya’s mind though it was legs and waist. Even dressed in such frumpy lingerie—shopping was a time for comfort rather than sex appeal, and she had intended to change to something more provocative later in the day—Sophiya did think she cut a fine figure. A voice from outside brought Sophiya back to reality.

“Are you decent?”

“Err… yes.”

“Can I come in and show you what I have?”

Sophiya was taken aback by the directness of the ask. She gave a quick glance at her underwear, making sure everything was decent, before replying.

“I guess so.”

The sales assistant eased back the curtain and walked into the changing room, pulling the curtain back behind her. Sophiya was expecting a choice of dresses to try, but instead the sales assistant held just two.

“So, both of these are new in,” she explained. “Part of our New York collection. They are similar in design, but quite different in look,” she continued.

As she spoke, the sales assistant held a navy sleeveless dress up. It was a mid-length skater style, tightly fitted up top and flaring out quite sensually down below. Sophiya held out eryaman escort a hand and felt at the silky-smooth fabric. Compared to the styles Mukesh had been selecting, this dress was quite divine. Already she could see herself wearing it.

“The navy one is solid, whereas the black version has these mesh panels, giving a more glamorous look,” the assistant continued as she held up the second dress.

Sophiya’s mouth dropped open. It was the same look and feel as the blue dress, but instead of being solid, it was a mix of fabric and mesh. There were two bands of mesh up top, above a shaped band of fabric covering the breasts—it was like the cups of a bra had been sewn into the front of the dress—another couple around the waistline, and a final band just above the bottom hem of the dress.

“So, which do you think?”

There was no hesitation as Sophiya took hold of the black dress. She undid the zip at the back, then slid the dress over her head. Even against her shoulders, the silky fabric felt divine. A little wiggle of her slim frame helped slide the dress down until it was in place. Sophiya looked at herself in the mirror, before reaching behind, fumbling for the zip.

“Here, let me help,” suggested the assistant.

“It’s OK, I’ll have it in a minute,” Sophiya responded, still fumbling.

“I insist. I need to make sure it fits you properly so that you look your million dollars.”

Sophiya jumped slightly as she felt the other woman’s fingers touch her bare back. It was momentary as, effortlessly, the sales assistant pulled the zip upwards, and with it she created the most appealing close-fitting look across Sophiya’s slim frame.

“Now, arms out a little, and let’s check the fit.”

Sophiya did as asked. She stood there, holding her breath, wondering quite how the sales assistant was going to check the fit. Shouldn’t she be giving a twirl or something? Imagine her surprise when she felt the other woman’s hands running over the silky dress, starting at the shoulders then following every curve of the fabric down her back. Her touch was like a most sensual caress through the soft fabric, all the way down the nape of Sophiya’s back, stopping just as the dress started to flare out over her hips.

Sophiya didn’t know why, but there was a little disappointment when the assistant moved her hands to the sides of the dress and headed back upwards. Once more the caress was so sensual, firm yet gentle at the same time, as the sales assistant felt at the movement in the dress over Sophiya’s slim torso. She could feel the assistant’s thumbs running along the edge of her back, the assistant’s palms up her sides, and the assistant’s long fingers around the front, tracing lines up the edge of her stomach.

Sophiya found herself holding back a gasp as those fingers nudged gently against her bra, tracing an outline over the side of her bust. Her mind was a mix of emotions as she felt another woman’s fingers against her ample mounds. First there was the shock at the thought of somebody other than her husband touching her there. Somewhere hidden beneath that first feeling, was a touch of excitement… excitement borne by the caress of another woman.

“No, no. This won’t do,” the assistant muttered, as her hands ran up towards Sophiya’s shoulders, following the outline of the obviously visible bra straps.

“What won’t do? Is it the dress?”

“No. The dress fits you so well you would have thought it was made for you. It’s the bra. You’ll need something different. Let’s see. A small strapless one would be hidden, other than the bulge of the clasp at the back, or you could choose to go without. The fabric itself will be enough to hold you firm. Is that a problem?”

“Phew. I thought you were saying the dress was no good, and I absolutely love it. I’ve got bras a plenty at home, so that’s not an issue. I’ll take the dress, but is it more for summer than for now?”

Sophiya was staring at herself in the mirror, her own hands following the dress across every curve of her body. Instantly she had fallen in love with the look, with the way the mesh panels gave a tantalising glimpse of her bare flesh without becoming too revealing. She loved it, and she knew that Mukesh would love it too, but what about the weather. It wasn’t exactly a balmy summer’s day outside.

“Oh, that’s simple,” came a reply from the assistant. “A shawl or maybe a black jacket would look good over the shoulders, and for the legs… are you a tights or stockings girl?”

“Stockings, I guess, but won’t they show through the mesh?”

“Well, I wouldn’t suggest you have suspenders as you’ll see the clasps, but maybe stay-ups would be an idea. Do you have some?”

“Err… no.”

“No worries. We can sort that also. Now, do you want to show that husband of yours just how good his beautiful wife looks?”

There was a pause as Sophiya thought it through. Mukesh was paying so she really should show him, but then the thought of surprising him later crossed her mind. She could see him now, eyes out on stalks, as he stared at her ankara escort wondrous figure. The only thought was whether she would make it out of the house without him ripping the dress off and having his way with her. Mmmm… it was a risk Sophiya was willing to take.

“Do you really think it suits me?” Sophiya asked, spinning around away from the mirror, and causing the fullness of the dress to flare out, almost revealing her pale blue panties.

“Oh yes, my dear. I think it suits you very well, but you might need to be a bit careful with the spins, especially with the stay-ups. Now, why don’t you slip it off and I’ll box the dress up. I’ll find you those stay ups as well. Now, did you say it was hubby who was paying, as a birthday present?”

It was an excited young woman who headed back to her husband. Excited by the new dress she had just tried on, excited by the thought of wearing it for her darling Mukesh, excited by the way she thought he would respond—oh god, she hoped he would find it as appealing as she did, even if it didn’t stay on for that long—and…

Sophiya shook her head. It was wrong, so wrong, but why did she feel just a little excited by that touch of another woman’s hands on her body. Should she have resisted, stood her ground, and said she didn’t need any help. Yet the assistant was so assertive, just like her darling husband, and she did have such gentle hands.

Once more Sophiya shook her head. She was reading too much into an innocent situation. It was nothing more than a dress fitting, and she was unlikely to meet this older woman again, or anyone else like her. Was that it? Was it more the fact that she was older, wiser, more experienced?

As she left the store, hand in hand with Mukesh, the thought left her mind.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

A couple of hours later, the two of them were back at home.

Just like their lifestyle, the house was extravagant. On the edge of the city, in one of the most prestigious of neighbourhoods, the four-bedroom detached was more of a palace than a house, but for Mukesh and Sophiya it was simply home.

With Mukesh’s fortune, they had everything they could ever have wanted, and what they didn’t have they simply went and bought… just like the new dress. He worked, he made the money, and she… she kept the place looking as good as it did. Really, could anyone want for more?

“Aren’t you going to show me the dress?” Mukesh asked, his eyes fixed on the glossy box sat in the middle of their bed.

“Later… now, how long have we got?”

“About an hour and a half. The chauffeur’s going to be here at five.”

“Perfect,” Sophiya responded.

As she spoke, Sophiya approached her husband, her eyes fixed on his, a sultry smile on her face. She wrapped her hands around the back of his neck and pulled her slim body closely up against his, wrapping one foot around the back of his legs as if about to start the most passionate tango. She placed a soft kiss on his lips, then moved to his ear.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “I love you, Mukesh.”

Taking his chance, Mukesh placed his hand on Sophiya’s backside and gave a gentle squeeze. Already, from nothing more than a gentle kiss and the press of his darling wife’s body up against his, Mukesh could feel a stirring in his trousers. He gave another squeeze at her jean clad ass, before whispering back at Sophiya.

“Love you too, Sophiya. Now, if you’re not going to show me the dress, do you have something else on your mind?”

“Oh, yes,” Sophiya responded, teasing her husband with a wiggle of her hips, grinding her front against what was now becoming an obvious bulge. She kissed him once more, this time lingering a little longer than before. “I’m gonna…”

There was a pause as Sophiya continued to rub her front against his ever-increasing erection. She licked her lips as if anticipating something very satisfying.

“… jump in the shower and freshen up.”

With that, Sophiya pulled back away from her husband. There was a mischievous look in her eyes as she glanced down at his crotch then back up at the expression of surprise on his face. It was her birthday, so why shouldn’t she be a bit of a tease. As he stood there watching, Sophiya bounded playfully towards the en-suite shower room, stripping off in a most suggestive manner as she went.

Mukesh, on the other hand, just stood there watching, admiring the beauty of his darling wife. There was now a path of strewn clothes from where he stood, all the way across the bedroom. Skirt, blouse, bra and finally knickers littered the floor. Just before disappearing out of view, Sophiya gave a seductive wiggle of her bare ass and glanced over her shoulder. She blew him a kiss, flicking up one foot in a nonchalant sort of ‘see ya later’ message, then disappeared out of view.

To say the couple were in love was an understatement. Sophiya was everything Mukesh could have wanted in a partner. She had the exuberance of youth, a most bubbly infectious personality, oh… and yes… an insatiable appetite for enjoyment. They had been married a couple of years, and you could say it had been one long honeymoon ever since. It wasn’t all plain sailing. Both had things they disagreed on, like this idea of Sophiya getting a job, but never to the point of letting them break their closeness.

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Lara bustled around her apartment cleaning a little bit and getting things ready for her guests. Her roommate had gone to a FUEL conference and so she had the place to herself and had invited a few of her fraternity brother’s over to play a friendly game of poker. As she set out the chips and cards and put on some music she wondered if Jeremy was going to come. She had left him a message about the game, and knew he could rarely resist a game of Texas Hold Em’ because it usually meant money for him. But then she also didn’t know whether or not he would want to spend the evening in the company of a bunch of her fraternity brothers since he wasn’t a part of that particular aspect of her life. This was the typical thought in her mind when it came to Jeremy. She always wondered if he would be in the mood to see her, because she was always in the mood to see him. She was always in the mood to create some sort of situation for him to come over so that she could make it increasingly difficult for him to resist putting her into a compromising position. They were similar in the sense that neither wanted a commitment and both were attracted to each other physically. So Lara simply figured there wasn’t anyone better or closer to quench her carnal cravings with. Of course that all depended on what particular kind of mood he was in, and whether or not he actually showed tonight. But before her mind could wander any more towards what she hoped would happen after the poker game she heard a knock at the door followed by a familiar voice.

‘Open the door bitch, it’s fucking cold out here!’

She walked over and opened the door.

‘It’s about damn time!’ said Lucy with a smile in her eyes.

It wasn’t unusual for her friends to talk to each other in this manner. They had all taken a road trip to Norman, Oklahoma the week before and it had just become second nature for them to treat each other with affectionate hate. They walked in, Bryan and Amy holding the beer and Jeff with the pizza. While Lara’s kitten echo darted around their feet and begged to be pet they all sat down around the table to play some poker. Just as she popped open a beer and sat down to deal she heard another knock at the door. Her heart beat kind of fast as she opened it, hoping… only to be disappointed when it turned out to be Kennedy.

‘Thanks for fucking leaving me guys.’ Kennedy said.

‘Sor hmpf.’ Jeff said barely able to give his apology through the pizza stuffed in his mouth.

With that Lara sat back down, resolving herself that it was just going to be a couple of hours of poker tonight. Which in itself she knew would be fun too, just not as fun as what she was hoping would have happened had Jeremy decided to show up. As Amy shuffled and started to deal there was another knock on the door. So she walked over and opened the door to find Jeremy smirking back at her. Almost as if he knew that she would be excited to see him. She couldn’t help it though. She had always found cockiness attractive, and she would never be good at hiding that fact. So she had long ago simply resigned herself to taking the chance of being used- but only because she planned on doing plenty of using in return.

After a few hours of poker the game ended with everyone but Jeremy a little bit poorer. With that everyone got up to leave, including Jeremy. Trying to hide her disappointment, Lara resolved herself that it had been a fun night and tried to play off that she had wanted Jeremy to stay. But to her surprise, as she was walking everyone to the door, Jeremy let his hand slip onto the small bağlıca escort of her back and whispered into her ear from behind that he was too tired to drive back home and thought he might stay the night. She let the others out with a hug and then closed the door behind them determined not to let a smile of satisfaction come to her face. She didn’t want to give too much away to Jeremy. Even if they both knew already it was what she had planned. When she walked back to the table she saw Jeremy shuffling the cards.

‘Want to play another game?’ Jeremy asked.

‘I am far too poor to play you.’ She answered, taking the pizza boxes into the kitchen. ‘But if you let me pick the stakes, I’ll think about it…’

‘What would those stakes be?’ Jeremy asked, knowing that her mind was probably thinking of something dirty and fun.

‘Oh… How about whoever loses the hand has to remove one article of clothing,’ Lara said, thinking it could be interesting playing an old-fashioned game of strip poker.

“Okay… and what happens when you’ve lost all of your clothes because I’ve beaten you every hand?’ Jeremy said, again with that cockiness she could hardly resist.

‘Well….’ she said, thinking about what would happen… ‘When YOU have lost all of your clothes because I’m a lot better than you think, we’ll say every lost hand the winner gets to think of a task for the loser, which the loser must then perform, with the limitation being, no actual sex.’

It was an intriguing offer, and he was already imagining what he could make her do, but wondered why she was making that final stipulation. He knew that she wanted to fuck him as much as he wanted to bend her over that counter right now and take her.

‘Why the no sex rule?’ He asked, curious and semi-disappointed.

‘Well it would be a waste not to use the chips I just bought for poker, so we’ll play them and whoever has the chips at the end of the game gets to ‘buy,’ the other person, or ‘decide’ how, where and when they actually do that,’ Lara said as she pulled a sweatshirt over her tank-top.

‘Wait a second; you can’t add more clothes now.’ He said.

‘I’m cold, and unless you’re planning on keeping me warm, this will have to do for right now.’

With that he walked over to her and enveloped her into his arms, kissing her as she’d been wanting all night already. And while he distracted her with that kiss he pulled the sweatshirt back over her head and threw it away.

‘No cheating. You’re just going to get colder the more you lose anyway. But I promise to think of everything I can to keep you warm while you’re completing your tasks,’ he said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

‘That’s what you think,’ she said as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him aggressively towards her for one last kiss before the game started.

The game started kind of slow, with both of them losing their socks and shirts. Lara was sitting there in her black lace bra when her hand and the flop delivered her a four of a kind. She knew she had him now, and with that she won and made him remove his pants so that he was sitting there in nothing but his underwear. While Lara still had what he thought were three articles of clothing. Little did he know that she had been missing panties all-night. Letting the seam of her jeans make her wetter and wetter at the thought of what was going to happen. Her torn jeans were now the only thing standing in his way of the easiest access one could possibly think of. But of course, Jeremy was far better the poker player bala escort than she was and with the next three hands, and a surprising smile, she was sitting across from him awaiting his first request.

‘You know, I really like this song, and I already know you can dance, so how about coming over here and giving me the kind of dance we both know you want to give me.’ He said.

So she stepped off of her chair, unashamed and confident that she looked hot and was turning him on and she gave him the sexiest lap dance he had ever had. A dance she knew he enjoyed because of how hard she could tell he was, sitting there and enjoying her. With that she sat back down trying to get comfortable even though she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter to the point where she knew it was going to be dripping down her thighs soon. But luck turned out to be on her side. With the next two hands, not only did she get him completely naked and gain a significant amount of chips towards the final goal, but she made him come over and give her a very sensuous massage. Trying very hard not forget that they were playing a game and simply fuck his brains out right there. They went back and forth, both so turned on and horny but trying to hold back on their tasks and not make them too sexual. It was Jeremy who first decided that it was time to move out of the teasing realm and into action when he won over half of her chips on a horrible bluff of hers. Her poker face was laughable. But she was still so hot. With that he told her-

‘I want you to come over here, take my hard cock into you and give me the best tongue ‘lashing’ you can muster.’ He said.

So she did just that. She took the tip of his cock and let her tongue tease it slowly looking up at him with a hungry look in her eye. When she could tell he couldn’t take the teasing anymore she enveloped his cock into her mouth all the way to its base, loving the moan he let out when she did so. She began sliding up and down, working him over and listening to the sounds coming from his mouth as she did so. Yet just as she knew he was getting close to cumming. She stopped, gave him a teasing evil look and went back to her seat and sat down. He knew she was going to do her best to win the next hand. And so she did when the turn gave her the third ace she needed for a three of a kind. With that she got up and sauntered into her room, making sure he watched her the entire way. She reemerged holding her purple vibrator and giving him a look that he knew meant she was going to be getting him back for that heavenly blowjob he had just received. She handed it to him and she said,

‘I want you to use this, your fingers and anything else, other than your cock, to give me the best orgasm I’ve ever had.’

By stipulating the orgasm part, she knew she was going to ‘win’ way before he did. With that he took her and led her to the couch and pushed her down in that aggressive way she liked so much. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, taking his tongue and tracing her collar bone and her nipples and her stomach until he got down to her dripping cunt. With that he turned the switch and pressed the vibrating phallus to the opening and slowly started inserting it so that she moaned with the fullness of it. He took his tongue and pressed it down upon her clit, so that she was feeling so much at the same time she couldn’t help but scream. He was surprised that she was so loud. Surprised but amazingly turned on. She groaned and moaned at him to fuck her with the vibrator, to make her scream, to make ankara escort her cum. And he did just that. With a final hard thrust he brought her to a mind shattering orgasm that made her entire body tingle and took her 15 minutes to recover from. Fifteen minutes that cost her almost all of her chips and several tasks because she couldn’t concentrate well enough on her cards to win anymore hands. With that she resigned herself to losing, because truth be told she couldn’t take another minute without feeling his hard cock inside of her. She wanted him to fuck her so bad she could barely stand it. So with that, though she had pocket aces and had gone all in, she folded on the turn. She just couldn’t win more chips and have the poker game continue when all she wanted was for the real game to begin.

With a look of triumph in his eyes (she would never tell him she had given up because she wanted him so much) he came over and kissed her, lifting her up by her ass and wrapping her legs around him and carrying her into the bedroom. The when and where of fucking her had already been determined. He knew he didn’t want to wait a second longer. From the way that she had screamed at him to fuck her rough and hard with the vibrator he now knew exactly how she liked it, and he was going to do just that… after he teased her a bit first. He layed her on the bed on her back and placed his cock at the opening of her wet and waiting cunt and barely pushed the tip in. Lara moaned with anticipation as he pushed a little more of his 7-inch-cock into her and then pulled out. She just couldn’t take it anymore and as he went to tease her a third time she took her hands and placed them on his back pushing hard as he thrust and making him go as deep as possible. The look on his face was a mixture of surprise and utter horniness as he let out a scream of pleasure when he filled her to the hilt. Neither one of them could take the teasing anymore. He pulled back and entered her again and again, fucking her so hard she probably woke the neighbors with her moans. After giving her a mind-shattering multiple orgasm by fucking her luscious little body as hard as he could muster he knew it was time for his choice of ‘how’ to fuck her and so as he watched her recover from the intensity of the pleasure her body felt he flipped her over on her knees and touched the outside of her ass-hole with his finger, it was already slick and wet with her juices. He placed his cock at the opening and said, ‘You did say the winner picked ‘how.'”

‘Oh, I think everyone’s a winner in this game…’ Lara said with a lusty voice, giving him the go-ahead.

With that he slowly thrust into her ass, going in and out of the tight hole. She moaned as she felt a tingle go through her body she hadn’t ever felt before. It was pleasure mixed with a very tiny bit of pain and a fullness she couldn’t have imagined. As Jeremy felt the tightness of her ass around his cock, squeezing it as he went further inside of her he listened to her moaning and just couldn’t take it anymore.

‘I am going to cum…’ he said breathlessly.

So Lara moved her body and turned around, tasting the juices that had made her all slick for him and started moving her head up and down again, repeating her performance from during the game, but doing it with such vigor he knew the goal was to get him off. And it didn’t take long watching her mouth move over his cock, taking it in and out and licking the tip with her tone as she looked up at him with her hungry eyes. With a big moan he came in deep shoots which she took into her mouth and swallowed. She looked up at him and licked the excess cum off of her lips.

With one last deep kiss he cuddled up to her naked body and fell promptly asleep. Only to awaken the next day when she brought him to a hard-on with her mouth and made him do it all over again.

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I believe a short introduction is in order before we delve off into my day to day fulfillment of people’s wildest and sometimes most innocent, fantasies. I call myself Annalise. I work at The Playhouse. It’s very exclusive and upscale and we do everything from therapeutic sensual massage to full out bondage S he would be able to toss me around no problem.

He reached around and unhooked my bra with a snap of his fingers and shoved my shirt and bra straps off my shoulders. I was kind of bound, as the two tangled up a little as they got pushed down my arms. He took that as an opportunity to grab my ass and stand. I wrapped my legs tightly around him as he stepped over to my bed. He kind of tossed me down and started talking off his clothes. The tie and shirt were thrown aside, the belt pulled out of the slacks and laid on the bed beside my feet before the slacks and silk boxer shorts were puddled at the foot of the bed. I wiggled up towards the top of the bed as he climbed up on top of me. One hand ran up my thigh and hooked the string of my matching lace string bikini bottoms. I lifted my ass up off the bed slightly to help him pull them off. He shoved my schoolgirl shirt up around my waist and he wasted no time burying his beautiful cock in my dripping wet pussy. I had freed myself of the shirt and bra and my hands were running up and down his chest, over his cebeci escort wonderful shoulders and into his thick dark hair. His mouth was on mine again as he pounded his cock in my pussy, our tongues flicking back and forth, unable to get enough of one another.

“I want to suck your cock,” I requested as he bit my neck hard enough I was pretty sure I would have a mark. He pulled back and out and his cock was like fire as he pressed it against my mound. He raised up on his knees, looking to me for direction.

“Lay down- I want you to really enjoy this,” I said, moving out of the way. He propped himself up so he could watch me go down on him. I nestled myself between his legs and as I took his cock in my mouth, I locked eyes with him. My salty juices covered him and I deep throated him to clean them all off. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned as my lips wrapped around the base of him. As I slowly pulled up, I traced circles along the underside with my tongue. It was just as perfect as I had imagined and the feel of him filling my mouth- the heat, the pulsing, the delicious size of him- it was all so pleasurable. I didn’t want him to cum any time soon, so I leaned up for a moment and grabbed a tube of mint Pleasure Balm from the drawer beside the bed. I put a dab of it on my tongue and went back to fucking him with my çin çin escort mouth. He gasped, then moaned as I twisted my mouth all around his cock, coating it with the icy hot gel. It would create a whirlwind of sensations at first, then provide some slight numbness. I would be able to suck his cock twice as long without him climaxing, but after just a few more minutes of my oral seductions, he was asking me to ride him.

“keep the skirt on,” he said as I fumbled to find where the zipper was since it was all twisted up. I straddled him and slipped down on him- his hot cock filling me, feeling so perfectly made for me. He grabbed my hips roughly and rocked me back and forth. “Turn around,” he commanded. I started to get up and he pulled me back down. “Without taking my cock out of that tight pussy.” I pulled my legs up into a squatting position and gingerly started to turn. He grabbed me and pretty much spun me around like a top, stopping me abruptly with a smack on my ass. It stung just the right amount to make it feel oh so good. I caught sight of the belt still sitting at the foot of the bed and hoped that he would keep smacking me with his hand. The feel of each finger contacting with my skin- the pop of it- I wondered briefly if I could cum from being spanked. I’d never tried before. “Fuck me,” he commanded and I complied happily. ankara escort I ground down on him, the well defined ridge of the head of his cock rubbing on my gspot. He dug his fingers into my hips as he raised his hips hard to meet my strokes. I felt my pussy start to tighten up- I was going to cum soon. I think he felt it too- he smacked my ass again.

“You like that cock?” he asked, breath coming fast.

“Yeah,” I moaned, pounding down on him. My clit was hitting his balls as I leaned forward and fucked him harder.

“Yeah what?”

“yeah, I like that cock. I love that cock in my pussy,” I panted. I could feel my orgasm building in my legs, moving up from my burning calves through my thighs as I rocked back and forth. His hands were higher up, almost on my waist as he was pulling me harder and harder down on his cock.

I was right on the edge of orgasm, one of my hands on my breast, pinching my nipple hard, the other on his thigh, digging my nails in. “Oh my god,” I cried as it ripped through me with blinding pleasure. He pulled down hard, raising his hips high to get as deep as possible in my pussy as it spasmed around his cock. I heard his grunts and felt the spurts of cum as he came too, his cock feeling even bigger as he filled me with his cum.

Much to my surprise, as I crawled off him, he grabbed ahold of my leg.

“Hope you’re not done already, because I’m just getting warmed up.”

I turned around and sat on the bed, legs spread and more than ready for whatever else this client had in mind. Just recalling that part of the day has me so worked up, I have to go take care of my aching, swollen pussy. 😉

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Conrad Moves to Wilmington

Conrad thought about his accomplishments in the drug trade. Expanding had gone well. Northern New Jersey, most of Upstate New York, except for the greater Buffalo area and there was most of Delaware and portions of Maryland, again except for the greater Baltimore area. He felt that he now controlled most of West Virginia, not that there was a hell of a lot of revenue coming from there, but it afforded him a safe zone, in that he was able to control the State Police and operated freely within the state. Virginia had proved more difficult than he had thought it would. True, he had people within the University of Virginia and Virginia Tech; and was pleased with their quickness in understanding the way his operation worked. But he knew better than to approach the area around Washington DC, and Richmond was already under the Italian mobs jurisdiction. Still, the colleges brought a steady stream of money, and were a proving ground for sharp, young minds that would be needed to keep the organization running. The rural areas, while sparsely populated, did have a good number of affluent clientele, who might also be cultivated for political favors should they be needed in the future.

Perhaps even more importantly, his defense force had grown stronger. He could already say he owned a United States Senator, several Congressmen and two Governors. His legal counsels had been recommended by his partner in Belgium, and were located in New York City and Miami, Florida. Their retainer fees were ridiculously high, but they were well worth it.

Conrad had discussed things with Vic, his number two, and it was tacitly agreed that Conrad would disassociate himself from the New York-New Jersey area and relocate in the South, specifically in Wilmington, North Carolina. He had assurances that the local police were all but totally inefficient with regard to drug enforcement, poorly paid and thus amenable to bribes and such. That meant his main concern, as always, was the federal government and they were concentrating their main efforts in the major cities in the North, and of course, the entire State of Florida.

Incoming monies were dispersed accordingly with 60% going directly to Klass Bruinsma in the Netherlands, who was now dealing directly with the Columbians and Asians. That covered the cost of the next shipment and Bruinsma’s profit. The remaining 40% was split several ways and covered the cost of doing business (bribes, etc.) normal distribution expenses, salaries and profit. Conrad’s piece of the pie was averaging $1,000,000 every three days.

Conrad arranged to purchase a modestly priced home on the sound in Wrightsville Beach. He was surrounded by multi-millionaires, whose homes dwarfed his own, and found it comforting to hide in the midst of so much wealth, knowing that before long he would be richer than all of them.

*****

A month later, Conrad was sitting beside his newly installed pool with a redheaded courier from Europe named Sophia, wearing shades and getting some sun. Putting down her Cuba Libre, she leaned forward provocatively giving him a glimpse of her generous breasts down to the nipples. When she was certain she had his attention, Sophia blew him a kiss from her adjoining lounge chair. Laughing, he blew one back at her. She licked her lips, removed her sunglasses and made a point of staring at the growing bulge in his bathing trunks.

Having played this game before, although not with Sophia, Conrad slowly rose up from his chair, picked up an expensive bottle of champagne and, holding his thumb over the top, shook the bottle three times before spraying it over her lovely tanned body while she shrieked with pleasure.

Moments later, with a towel wrapped around her bikini clad body they stood close together in the Master bedroom. There was money everywhere; all over the floor, the bed, and the chairs. The money on the floor led into the Master Bath and covered the counters, the commode, and even the sinks.

Sophia dropped the towel, kicked her sandals off and pushed Conrad backward onto the bed which crackled when he landed in the pile of $100 bills. She was out of her bikini in a flash, providing him with his first look at her freshly shaven pussy. She climbed on him, straddling him with her knees, and laughing lewdly, tossed two fistfuls of hundreds in the air she scooted up to his mouth.

“Oh, yeah!” Conrad gasped, and used his thumbs to part her cleft so he might taste the sweet honey already glistening along her bald pussy. Hidden inside her labia was a tampon string that his tongue worked out until it was dangling from his chin.

“What the fuck….”

“It’s nothing, Conrad. Pull it out…”

“You’re on the rag?”

“It’s nothing. Only a precaution for the bikini.”

He grabbed it with his teeth and she leaned backwards. The bloody cotton plug slid from her in an easy motion and he let it drop on the bills that covered the sheets. Sophia shimmied closer kızılay escort to his mouth. Conrad never paused, burying his face in her twat and working his tongue into her bloody hole. The taste of her reminded him of iodine, and gave her uniqueness in his mind while she squirmed and ground her loins against his mouth.

Sophia began moaning and mewing when he took hold of her ass and rocked her back and forth. He continued lapping away at her, even sent his thumb in search of her rusty spider, and finding it tickled her there, and when she moaned in appreciation, her closed his lips on her clit and sucked hard.

Sophia came. And came again the moment his thumb forced its way into her rectum. He noticed a subtle difference in her flavor now that her juices were flowing freely from her arousal. Her nectar was mixed with minute traces of blood from her period, and the thought of what he was doing and the depravity of it all brought him to the edge of coming himself.

Sophia grunted and then pushed herself hard onto his face. Her head whipped back as the pulsing, pounding orgasm rocketed from her pussy and up through her body and back down again. Wave upon wave crashed through her. Conrad continued licking and sucking and eating her, to the point he was scarcely able to breathe with her thighs smothering him. Just when he thought he would black out she raised up and away from him, pleading with him to give her a brief respite.

She stood on shaky legs and reached for his hands, and pulled him to a standing position. Her gorgeous red hair lay plastered to her face and neck with the sweat of her exertions. Conrad’s cock stood out at an angle as Sophia moaned quietly and sank to her knees started working on his cock. Sophia was an expert at fellatio, and when she reached behind him and wiggled two fingers into his ass, looking for his prostrate, he felt himself readying to cum. But she wasn’t finished with him. Just when Conrad thought a massive load of frothy cum was going to explode from his balls, Sophia grabbed the base of his cock and squeezed, preventing him from ejaculating.

Conrad groaned,I was so close…he thought,damn her….Then, through a fog he heard her whispering, “I need your cum somewhere else.”

Sophia turned around and offered him an amazing view of her firm ass and tight pussy as she went down on her forearms. The sight of her shaven cunt with small clots of blood adhered to it brought him a thrill almost as good as an ejaculation. Automatically, he knelt behind her, spread the cheeks of her ass, and stuck his tongue into the small hole his thumb had made minutes earlier.

“That’s nice, but I want you in there. I want your cock in there!”

There was no hesitation on his part. He spit on the head of his cock and steered it into her puckered hole.

“YES! Split me apart! Ram it into me!”

He met some resistance, but kept pushing and shoving as her asshole stretched around him.

He only had four inches inside her when the sheer ecstasy provided by the tightness of her anal sheath caused his testicles to release the pent up load that had been boiling since Sophia had squeezed his cock and shut down his circulation.

“OH!” they echoed simultaneously, as he whitewashed her rectal channel with his sperm. Sophia was more than pleased when he remained hard and kept pumping her ass. He kept at it until fully embedded within and made her cum again.

Later they gather all the money and patiently counted it, writing the dollar amount with a yellow high lighter on the top of each stack then wrapping each stack with a rubber band.

Sophia: “I can’t believe it. All this from Virginia Tech!”

Conrad: “That’s for the last seventy-eight hours.”

Sophia: “I think it’s fair to say you underestimated the market there, Conrad.”

Conrad: Actually, it was from more than just the college, but Sophia had no reason to know it, and so he simply said, “Touché.”

Sophia: “But like they say, ‘To the victor belong the spoils.”

Conrad: Dividing the stacks into two piles, and putting even amounts into two leather briefcases. “It seems like a lot, doesn’t it?”

Sophia: “A hell of a lot.”

Conrad: It’s just a million, half a mil in each case.”

Sophia: “And for only seventy-eight hours?”

Conrad: “Every seventy-eight, like clock-work.”

Sophia: “What about expenses?”

Conrad: “Good question. That comes out of a different thirty-six hour pile.”

This was a blatant lie; Conrad felt she had no reason to know the true amounts. One never knew who might fall into the government’s hands and be used against you.

Sophia: There’s more than this?”

“Conrad: “Actually, there are four sources funneling in money every seventy-eight hours.” (In truth, there were eight sources in all.)

Sophia: My God! You’re filthy rich!”

Conrad: Laughing, “Maybe filthy, not rich.”

Sophia: Want me to use the strap-on on you, baby?”

Conrad: kolej escort “After I put the money away in a safe place.”

*****

They had relaxed, even ordered a delivery from King Neptune, who never delivered, but for a promised $25 tip, made an exception.

“You still up for doing my ass?” Conrad asked Sophia.

“Um, sure. I love sex on a full stomach.”

“There’s some KY in the medicine cabinet,” he said nonchalantly.

Sophia walked naked into the bathroom and strode back with significantly more confidence. She hopped on the bed with him and removed the cap to the KY.

“Wait a sec,” he said grabbing a pillow and propping his ass up.

Sophia squeezed a generous amount of the gel on his anus and rubbed it in, then wiped the surplus from her manicure nails and hand.

She reached into her purse and took out two latex gloves.

Noting his skeptical glance, she replied, “It’s more sanitary … for both of us.”

“Whatever,” he replied laconically.

She nodded, and with a studied concentration, pressed her first two fingers against his anus.

“Mmmm,” he sighed.

“Do this often?” Sophia inquired.

“No …not often enough. I really explode when properly fucked.”

“Relax,” she cooed and applied more pressure as he concentrated on relaxing his sphincter. He had learned to do this from previous anal experiences.

Sophia’s fingers disappeared to the second knuckle. She rotated her hand to open him up even more. “That’s three fingers,” she said, more to herself than him.

“Try using more lubricant,” he gasped.

“Am I hurting you?”

“No, but its, um, not comfortable.”

Sophia applied another glob of gel and used it to slip a fourth finger into his ass.

Conrad grunted as she worked the fingers in and out. “Almost ready,” he grunted with satisfaction.

Sophia nodded to herself and bent her thumb under her fingers and pushed hard.

“OH CHRIST!”

“Yeah, I know. It hurts. You’re very tight. Have you done this before?”

“Fisting? No. I’ve had a few strap-on’s. Hey, no problem there. But you’re the first one to fist me.”

When all her fingers disappeared to the last knuckle she eased them out, then before his anus muscles could close she shoved her fist into him and her hand disappeared into his ass.

“You’re in?”

“I’m in.”

Sophia glanced at his cock. It was at full attention. She giggled and moved her hand deeper; going slowly so as not to damage him, still she kept going until four inches of her wrist was inside him, and then pulled back until her wrist was fully exposed.

“If it’s all right with you, I’ll fuck you now,” she cooed in his ear.

“Fine, go to it.”

Sophia eased her fist out and slipped the strap-on in and started to fuck him, building a rhythm that grew faster and faster until she began to tire. At that point she moved to phase 2, which included taking his cock in her hand and jerking him off as she slammed the strap-on into him.

Seconds later, Conrad was grunting and groaning. Then he was jerking spasmodically as his orgasm crested and his ejaculate seemed to spew everywhere.

Sophia slipped out of the strap-on’s harness, but left the huge cock in his ass, and moved between his legs, taking him in her mouth and drawing the last remnants of his sperm from his rapidly withering organ.

A few short minutes later, Sophia sat up next to him, rivulets of cum running down her chin. “So, how was it?”

“Fanfuckingtastic!” He tried to stand, but his legs were wobbly and he sat back down again.

“Wow!” he said with a laugh. “I … um, think in about twenty minutes or so I’ll be able to return the favor.”

“Take your time, Conrad, sweetie, I’m here as long as you want me.”

“Would you get me a beer?” he said.

“Sure,” she said, and got up and walked on unsteady legs to the refrigerator, opened the door and took two Heinekens out, opened them and walked back to him. The return walk found her legs a little steadier.

*****

Roughly twenty minutes later Conrad still lay on his back on the bed. He was stark naked, his erection pointing straight up. Sophia, now kimono-clad, and her hand curled into a relaxed fist, stroked it thoughtfully.

“You’re different than most men,” she informed him, then put a small bottle of coconut oil between her teeth and opened the cap.

“Known a lot of men, have you?”

‘You’d be surprised,’Sophia thought, but, “Girl’s talk,” was what she said as she released him, then held her hand out while squeezing a few drops of oil onto the palm and then reclaimed him, resuming the slow, languid stroking.

“And what do the girl’s say?”

It seemed to her that his cock was almost purring. “Oh, they say that after a man comes the first time, instead of getting hard the second time, they just get kind of heavy. A girl can usually work with it, but it just isn’t the same. That’s what they say.”

Sophia’s ankara escort fist tightened. “You, on the other hand…” She forced his cock back against his oiled white belly then released it:boinng.

She wiped her hand on the sheets and took a sip from the glass of wine on the nearby table. “You seem to be a tough guy,” she said.

“I am.”

“Ever kill anyone?”

“Sure,” he answered, and caught her completely off-guard. She hadn’t expected him to admit it, had expected some inane reply.

“Tell me about it!” Sophia said a moment later, finding herself highly aroused by the turn the conversation had taken.

And when Conrad did not respond, Sophia quickly changed direction, “Ooo, now I gotta put that bad boy someplace hot!” She held his cock tighter and climbed on, holding it inside her with one hand at first; she sighed contentedly and lay down on top of him, propping her weight on her elbows. She knew that as long as he stayed hard, he’d stay in. And she meant for him to stay hard – it added an extra dimension to her excitement.

Suddenly Conrad resumed speaking. “This wise-guy thought he’d cheat me out of what was rightfully mine. Never mind what,” he said, warning her that what he was telling her was for her ears only.

“I arranged a meeting with him that night on a bridge. Don’t ask which bridge. Told him I expected him to fork over the money he’d taken.”

“Oooo!” Sophia cooed, so excited by the turn of events she nearly let his erection slip out of her; she had to reach behind her and circle the base of it with thumb and forefinger, stroking it to full size inside her while he continued.

Conrad reached inside her kimono with his hands crossed, so that each palm cupped her opposite breast. She raised herself up to give him more room; it felt good, this trick of his, like suddenly being caressed by a whole different set of hands.

“He brought it on himself. He’d brought me the money, I doubt what followed would have happened.” Conrad was lying about this. He would have killed him regardless.

Now he put his arms around her and pulled her tightly against him; they lay there, scarcely moving. “We had grown up together. He was my best friend, up to the very moment I threw him over that guardrail.”

Her hips convulsed against his groin. “No shit?” Sophia said, not missing a beat until she tired. Roughly a minute later, Conrad went on to say, “I told the other guys he’d jumped, that he couldn’t repay us, and rather than face us, he’d taken the coward’s way out.”

Through her breast Sophia felt the rumble of his voice; in her ear she heard his whisper; and when the angle was just right, the head of his cock brushed the sweet spot inside.

“Did you actually throw him off the damn bridge?” Her voice was husky, and she was surprised at how hot this was making her: there was something so sweetly twisted about having a conversation like this with a man’s cock deep inside you.

He gave a little upthrust with his hips. She let her weight down so her breasts were pressed against his chest and reveled in the contact.

“Someday, I’m going to tie you to the bed,” he said out of the blue.

“Oooo sounds kinky! I love it!” Sophia made a grab for his wrists, and they play wrestled for a while, ending with Conrad on top, and her with her hands crossed at the wrist over her head, more or less as she had pictured doing to him.

She began grinding her hips against him; he let go of her wrists. They began making love in earnest again, and were still at it when the phone rang. It was for Conrad. He spoke in a low mono-tone just out of earshot. She couldn’t understand a single word spoken and was sulking when he hung up.

When Conrad went to gather her up again, she turned away to look out the window. He smiled and shifted his position slightly. Now he was directly behind her, gazing at the sight of her on all fours.

Seconds passed then she felt him nudging his cock against the tender, swollen lips of her sex from behind. “Ohhh, you!” she half-shrieked delightedly, and opened herself like a flower for him. The front of Conrad’s long-boned thighs were pressed against the backs of hers, and his long arms reached around and under her dangling breasts, but an agonizingly millimeter or so too low, so that her swollen nipples were barely brushing against them. Her breasts yearned to be held tightly, but every time she’d lower her trunk, he would pull away, until finally, in desperation, she grabbed his hands with her own to force them against her breasts.

Conrad sensed the orgasm beginning to build inside her – he arched his fingers so that only the fingertips were touching her, a circle of pressure all the way around the outside of each areole; tightening from below until his fingertips were pressed against the hard place deep inside her breasts at the very root of her nipples, pulsing to the rhythm of the orgasm that culminated with her yowling, a high, aspirated squeal under his insistent pounding.

As Conrad groaned, and his cock throbbed and spurted deep inside her, Sophia started coming in a series of short, sharp, nearly unbearable spasms. At first she feared she’d never stop coming; after a few minutes the fear turned to hope.

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July

I wait anxiously in the diner, sipping my coffee as the summer sun pours through the window and warms my left leg through the thin yellow cotton of my skirt. It’s another scorching day, and sitting beside this huge plate glass window I’m beginning to feel like an ant beneath a magnifying glass.

I’ve felt on edge all morning, my hands sticky, my stomach churning. On the way here, I kept looking in the rear-view mirror, worried about being followed. Feeling a surge of relief whenever a car that might be following me turned off. I couldn’t help feeling that this could be a trick, a ruse to get me out in the open with my precious journal. Not that it actually belonged to me, of course.

I’ve been too nervous to eat anything since breakfast and my stomach gurgles loudly. I glance around to see if anyone noticed and wonder if I should get something to eat. Where was she? She texted to say she’d be here by one; I look at the slim gold watch that Jay gave me for my last birthday. It was already quarter past.

I look to my right, once again checking that my large black handbag is still sitting in the chair next to me and can’t resist reaching inside, checking that the journal is still safely inside it. It is, and I take out my cell phone instead, my thumb flicking the screen until I find her text.

“see you at 1, i’m 5 foot 8, dark hair, i’ll be carrying a large red beachbag, x”

I swirl the coffee grounds around the bottom of my cup and ponder how I ended up here, at this diner in the middle of nowhere, scanning the faces of the other customers, looking for a slim young woman in a denim jacket. My mind drifts back to when it had all started, the day I found the journal.

March (1)

I rolled over in bed and reluctantly opened my eyes. Thin pearly slivers of silvery grey light squeezed through a gap in the new curtains and prodded me awake. We’d chosen the curtains last weekend along with the paint for the bedroom.

Hours spent debating the subtle differences between the seemingly endless shades of pale blue: “Mount Fuji”, “Dragonfly”, “Periwinkle”, “Laguna Bay”. After a while, they’d all started to look the same.

We’d only been in this house for a week. Jay had been offered a very well paid job as a lawyer in the city and, ever the dutiful wife, I’d agreed that he should take it even though it meant moving away from my family and the only town in which I’d ever lived.

We’d been high school sweethearts, and had gotten married just about as soon as we were old enough. My friends would always say, “How sweet!” whenever they were reminded of this, but lately I’d been wondering if what they really meant was: “How unusual! You mean you’ve only ever slept with one man? How old-fashioned!”

Our plan, if you could call it that, was that I’d sort out the house and garden in the short term then get a part-time job in a few months when we’d both settled into the area. I’m not sure why it was called Wilderness Road. It wasn’t a very suitable name for such a neat suburban area full of manicured lawns, expensive cars and well-pruned roses. The house was lovely; a three bedroom detached property with a large back garden. It did need some modernising though, and perhaps that’s why it was so reasonably priced. Or “Priced to sell” as the agent put it.

I lay there for a few minutes listening to the strange new sounds of the house: the distant roar of planes taking off from the airport, the gentle ticking of the radiators, the tree branches tapping against the window. That last noise reminded me that I’d have to find someone to cut the trees back. I had hopes of sunbathing in the back garden in summer and the trees were overgrown, casting the large patio in leafy shade.

It was half-past-seven, so we didn’t have to get up for another half-an-hour. I rolled over and wrapped my arms around the reassuringly warm solid bulk of Jay’s body. I felt his chest rising and falling. It occurred to me that we hadn’t made love since we’d moved in. I guess there was a lot on our minds and we’d fallen into bed every night exhausted, our minds constructing lists of things to do the next day.

I pressed my body against his, feeling his firm buttocks against my thighs, as I slowly ran a hand down over his skin, skimming the light fuzz of golden hair on his chest, then his firm, flat stomach, before cupping the warm bulge in his pyjama bottoms. He groaned as I gently squeezed him, feeling a little frisson of pleasure run through me as I felt his dormant cock swell beneath my fingers.

“Sorry, babe,” he groaned. “It’s my first full day in the office and I promised I’d be in early. Plus I’ve got to help you move the furniture before I go.”

I smiled, hiding my disappointment as he rolled over, pecked me on the cheek then slid out of bed. Soon I heard the expensive new shower we’d had installed running in the bathroom.

I got up, slipped on my dressing gown, and made us both breakfast as I heard him moving about upstairs, putting on the stylish new suit I’d bought for his birthday. He was from emek escort a traditional, religious family who believed that it was the wife’s duty to be at home, cooking and cleaning, and I’d easily slipped into the habit of making him breakfast in the mornings. It seemed the least I could do as he was the one with the full-time job.

I knew his parents expected us to have children in the next couple of years. They hadn’t said anything explicitly, it was just subtle hints, here and there. Saying how much they enjoyed his brother’s family, that kind of thing. I wasn’t so sure though. I was only twenty-six and felt that there was plenty of time to start a family.

After he’d finished his scrambled eggs, we went back upstairs. Today I’d planned to start painting the bedroom and needed his help shifting all the furniture over to one side of the room. It was when we were shifting the chest of drawers that it happened, although I wouldn’t realise how significant it was until later. We’d just started moving it by awkwardly rocking it back and forwards, when I heard a muffled thump over our grunts.

“What’s this?” Jay said, reaching behind and pulling out a dusty A4-sized black notebook. It must have been trapped in the narrow gap between the back of the chest of drawers and the wall.

“Looks like a diary or something, I’ll have a look later,” I said, taking it from him and tossing it onto the mound of clothes on the bed.

—

I didn’t think any more about it until the late afternoon after I’d finished painting the empty half of the room. I’d tidied up and was sitting on the edge of the bed whilst trying to decide whether to take a shower now or start preparing tonight’s dinner first.

I picked up the notepad, turning it over in my hand whilst I sipped my tea. It was very thick, spiral bound and inside its cover it read: “If found, please return to Roxy Walker”. I was sure that the previous tenant had been called Abigail Walker. Maybe it belonged to her sister?

When I leafed through it, I found pages and pages crammed full of small, neat, feminine handwriting. I flicked through the first few pages and started reading one at random.

Sometimes I look back at my life and wonder how I ended up in this profession. I guess there wasn’t any one point where I consciously decided on this life, just a series of small, perhaps questionable, decisions that led me here. I wonder if I’d make the same decisions given another chance. If there was a beginning, I suppose it started when I decided to take that job behind the bar at the strip club. At the time, I was a drama student, struggling to pay my rent and although the pay wasn’t great, the tips seemed amazing. It was after I made friends with some of the girls working the poles that I found out that they were earning ten times more than me.

I became closest to a girl called ‘Starr’, a vivacious girl with a cheeky gap-toothed smile, cornflower blue eyes and a distinctive tattoo of a crescent moon and stars on one shoulder.

She was a real favourite with the customers with long, raven-black hair, that whipped around her head as she danced. Her real name was Susan and it was her who, one drunken night, gave me my stage name: Roxy. She was the one who taught me most about how to please women too, but that’s another story!

That job and my education in drama and acting certainly helps now. Most of my clients come through recommendations and they expect a certain level of performance from me. Take “F”, for example. He had a recurring fantasy about being a ‘peeping tom’. He told me that when he was sixteen his mother remarried and they were joined by his new stepfather and his daughter who was a few years older than him. Apparently, his stepsister wasn’t shy about showing off her body, wandering in and out of the bathroom dressed in just a towel or sunbathing in the garden in a tiny bikini. He had fond memories of catching glimpses of her semi-naked through her half-open bedroom door and it had left him with a lifelong obsession with voyeurism.

I wondered if I should stop reading, but curiosity quickly got the better of me. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to read a little further.

He paid me handsomely to indulge his fantasy. He’d book a room in one of the better downtown hotels and text me a room number and time on the day. He wasn’t very specific about what he wanted me to wear as long as it was ‘classy’ and ‘feminine’. Usually, I’d wear some kind of smart but sexy office wear, typically a dark, tight, knee-length skirt and a white silk blouse. Underneath I’d be wearing the black stockings and lacy underwear that he always insisted on. Invariably, he’d want to see me quite late in the evening, typically around eleven and in my mind, I’d be pretending to be returning from a late night at a conference, an office girl alone in a hotel room in the big city.

The door, of course, would be unlocked. I’d lock it behind me then place my purse on the bed, trying my best to ignore the half-open wardrobe door behind which, I knew eryaman escort F would be hiding and watching. It sounds creepy (I suppose in retrospect, it is creepy!), but my mobile was always within reach and was set up so that with a single button-press it would send a text to Terry who was outside, waiting patiently in the car park, my very own guardian angel.

F would always organise the room to his liking, adjusting the lighting so that the wardrobe was in darkness with a pool of light in the centre of the room. It reminded me of being back on-stage at the strip club. I’d go through the pantomime of yawning and stretching as I took off my earrings and fake, black-rimmed glasses, pretending I was getting ready to collapse on the large double bed, which dominated one corner.

The girls at the club had taught me that the ‘tease’ was more important than the ‘strip’. I’d casually stroll around the room, untying my long, dark hair and shaking it loose. I might pause to examine my makeup in the mirror or smooth the tight skirt over my curves, gradually building the anticipation.

He liked me to look a little arrogant, maybe even a little dominant, so I’d be fairly liberal with the makeup, crimson lipstick clinging to my plump lips and mascara to emphasize my dark eyes. Perhaps a little blusher to highlight my cheekbones. Usually, there was a full-length mirror nearby, so I could watch myself slowly unbuttoning my blouse. Just the distant sound of the traffic below and the bassy thump from a nightclub across the street breaking the silence as I undid the buttons one-by-one then slid it down over the smooth skin of my shoulders.

Then I’d reach behind and slowly, inch-by-inch, unfasten the discrete little zipper of my sensible office skirt. I’d almost be able to feel his hot gaze burning into me as I slid the clinging material over my swaying hips until it formed a dark pool around my ankles. Stepping out of it, I’d be clad in just my stockings and underwear. I’d normally wear his favourites: black hold-ups and a lacy crimson bra and pants set. Not necessarily what I’d choose myself, but it was his money.

I’d take my time, reminding myself not to rush this part. I might pretend to brush my hair in the mirror or stare out of a gap in the curtains at the traffic below, all the time feeling his intense gaze following the soft curves of my body, willing me to remove the few remaining scraps of lace. If I was feeling naughty, I might stand in front of the mirror and slowly run my hands over my body as my hips gyrated to some distant beat, all those moves I’d learned at the club coming instinctively.

Finally, I’d sit on the bed and run my hands up over my legs. I’m quite proud of my legs, I think they’re my best feature and heels always make them look even longer and slimmer. He always insisted that I kept them on throughout my performance.

I guess I must be a bit of an exhibitionist because I’d always feel little electric sparks of pleasure as I ran my fingers slowly down over the sheer black nylon of my stockings, leaning forward towards the wardrobe and giving him an excellent view of my cleavage. Then slowly back up until they encountered the little patch of bare pink skin between stocking top and panties. In my head, I’d be an office girl desperately in need of some stress-relief at the end of a long day. I’d slowly caress my semi-naked body, all the time ignoring the faint rustling noise from the closet which indicated how much he was enjoying my performance.

They aren’t huge, but I’m perfectly happy with my perky C-cup boobs. I would be able to hear faint contented groan as I reached behind and unclipped my bra, sliding it over my arms and casting it aside. Just to tease him a little more I might slowly run my fingers over them, examining the little indentations left by the tight cups. Making my nipples nice and hard for him, I knew he liked that.

By now, he’d normally be groaning more loudly, my signal for the next phase of his fantasy.

“Hey! Is there someone in there?” I’d exclaim, feigning surprise as I strode over and kicked the door fully open, exposing F crouched in the shadows, his face flushed, his jeans open, his fist wrapped around his throbbing shaft.

“Sorry Miss,” he’d say, his expression an odd mixture of fear and excitement as he looked up at me.

“Get out here! What are you doing in there? I’m calling reception right now,” I’d shout, as I grabbed his t-shirt and dragged him out into the light.

“Please don’t! I’m so sorry, I work here, I was just cleaning your room when I heard you come in so I hid,” he’d stammer, still on his knees.

“You’ve been spying on me?” I’d say, my hands crossed over my naked breasts.

“I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

“You’ve been watching me undress, have you, pervert?”

“I’m so sorry, I’ll just go, ok?” I’d pause here, slowly looking him up and down as if considering what to do next.

“Well, you’ve seen me naked, I think it’s my turn now.”

“What? What do you mean?”

“You ankara escort heard me, get your clothes off.”

He wouldn’t take much persuading. I’d sit on the bed, arms folded across my boobs, a stern expression on my face as I watched him quickly strip down to his shorts, his thick cock pressing urgently against his white undies. I’d point at the floor and give a little nod of approval as he knelt before me obediently.

“Were you masturbating in there?”

“No! I mean, maybe a little.”

“Let’s see it then. Show me what you were doing, you sicko.”

I’d always feel myself becoming a little hotter at the sight of his lovely cock saluting my nakedness. I’m always a professional but I’m only human and the sight of him looking up at me as he wrapped his fingers around his thick shaft slowly stroking himself to full hardness always made me feel a little aroused. He had quite a nice penis, not that long but quite thick. I quite liked that helpless, desperate look in his eyes, as if he couldn’t help but stroke himself for me.

“That’s it, stroke it for me,” I’d say as I ran a hand through my long, dark hair and caressed my soft, perky boobs.

“Yes,” he’d gasp, his dark eyes hungrily devouring my semi-naked flesh.

“Stroke that lovely hard cock, you bad boy,” I’d insist, making myself shudder by rolling one of my tight little nipples between thumb and forefinger.

He’d watch me, watching him. His hand moving faster, his breathing becoming more ragged, the juices oozing from the swollen head of his straining cock. I’d spread my legs wide, as I started to caress myself through my scandalously thin lace panties, my fingers moving in slow circles as I made myself wet for him.

“What’s your name?”

“F-,” he’d gasp, his eyes locked on my fingers as I ran my hands over my naked flesh.

“That’s a lovely big cock, F-, it’s making me awfully horny.”

“Oh God!” he’d moan, his hand jerking his thick shaft faster.

“You’re making me all wet. Do you want to see?” I’d ask, sliding a finger along the damp gusset of my lacy red knickers tracing the swollen folds of my pussy as he feverishly stroked his prick.

“Oh God, yes,” he’d say breathlessly, his eyes restlessly flicking between my legs and my panties.

I’d smile as I spread my legs even wider then hook my skimpy panties to one side, allowing him a glimpse of the moist, puffy lips beneath.

“Can you see how wet I am, F-?” I’d say, using my fingers to ease my wet labia apart, showing him my most intimate parts, the glistening pink inner lips, my little clit standing to attention.

“Yes,” he’d gasp hotly, leaning forward, his eyes sparkling darkly. He’d still be on his knees, the tip of his cock brushing against my shin.

“Ah, ah! Not too close,” I’d say, the toe of my shoe dimpling his chest muscle as I eased him back.

“I can’t help it! You’re so hot!” he’d gasp, still stroking his cock feverishly.

“That’s it! Faster!” I’d insist.

“Oh God, I’m going to come!” he’d wail helplessly.

“That’s it! Come for me, you naughty boy, come all over my legs!” I’d order.

He’d be pumping his fist furiously now, and with a final strangled cry he’d always climax at this point, his body convulsing, his head thrown back, his hot spunk jetting over my stockings, pearly white against the sheer black.

By the time he’d recovered, I’d already have pulled my blouse and skirt back on, mopped his spunk from my leg with a tissue and collected my things. He’d watch me standing over his spent body, as he gasped for breath, his hand still wrapped around his deflated dick.

“Here, you can have these,” I’d say as I rolled my panties into a little tangled ball of damp lace and tossed them on the floor next to him.

Phew! My head spun as I put the journal down and returned to the bland reality of my half-painted bedroom. What the heck was this? A diary of a call girl? Notes made by a writer of erotic novels? Or maybe just the secret fantasies of a suburban housewife?

Later, when we have having dinner, Jay paused as he lifted a forkful of beef casserole towards his mouth.

“So what was that book we found behind the chest of drawers?”

I put my hand over my mouth, pretending to be chewing whilst I considered my answer. There was no reason he shouldn’t know but instinctively, I knew I wanted to keep it to myself. I wanted it to be my little secret. I justified my dishonesty by telling myself that it was unfair to let another person into the author’s intimate thoughts, especially a man.

“Oh, it was nothing, just an old diary,” I said. It was the first time I’d lie to Jay about the journal. But not the last.

The next morning I woke up early again in our half-finished bedroom, the faint smell of paint still lingering despite us keeping the windows open all evening. After discovering and reading the journal the day before, I woke up in a playful mood. I rolled over and wrapped my body around Jay’s. He was wearing an old pair of pyjamas and I started to see if I could unbutton his shirt without waking him. Today was his birthday. We’d gone out shopping at the weekend and then I’d bought him dinner and we’d explored the nightlife of the city centre together. Although he wasn’t expecting a present today, I knew he would be expecting something else.

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Steph leaned down to peer through the window.

“So..you guys gonna be okay?”

They nodded.

“No hanky panky?”

Faye looked at her best friend and burst into laughter. Tristan pretended to tip his hat at her and smiled as he drove off.

Faye leaned back in her seat. The weather seemed nice enough. She wondered if she should point out that interesting fact to Tristan. Slanting her eyes she snuck a peek at him.

“You can look right at me y’know,”

Faye flushed. She studied the dashboard that suddenly seemed really intriguing.

“I wasn’t.”

Tristan looked over at her, a faint smile about his lips.

“So..where are we going?”

“I don’t know.. I don’t have anything on any-” Faye fumbled in her bag. “Shit someone’s calling. Who could it be at this..” Frowning, she looked down at her phone before casting an apologetic look at Tristan. “Sorry, it’s a potential employer I gotta take this.”

Tristan nodded and put a finger to his lips.

“Hello?” Faye pursed her lips. “Yes.. yes. Oh, that’s..that’s wonderful. What..” Tristan reached over and took her hand. She started in surprise. “Um.. yes.. sure. That soon? I mean sure I’ll be there. Yes. Thank you.”

Tristan listened to the sounds of her cellphone being put away. “So…”

“So, I’m sorry but I have to go,” Faye patted Tristan lightly on the back of his hand that was still on hers.

“Sure. Where to?”

“Uptown, you know. I think I landed a job!” Her face was glowing with excitement. Tristan looked at her.

“That’s great news.” His smile was warm and genuine, and Faye couldn’t help feeling a certain something in her chest. She ran her thumb over the skin of his wrist.

When they got there Tristan got out and opened the door for Faye. She met his gaze and smiled nervously.

“I hope everything goes well,” she said. Tristan put a hand to her face and tucked a stray curl behind her ear.

“I’m sure it will.” Leaning in he kissed her gently on her mouth. Faye beamed at him and turned to leave.

“Thanks for the ride!” She called.

“Oh, my pleasure!”

Faye flushed slightly again, then mentally hit herself for flushing so much these days, and entered the building.

—————————————–

The plants were fake, the carpet looked like someone had thrown up over all of it and then ironed a layer of plant fertilizer over it, and the receptionist was so frosty Faye could just about feel her eyes misting up.

But, this was good. It was.

Lifting her knuckles to the heavy wooden door, Faye knocked.

“Come in!”

The door opened to a spacious office. A large expensive couch was sprawled in the corner, a couple of — hey, real — plants stood green in their pots, and.. the sunlight poured in through the wide glass windows. Sitting at the desk was..

“Mr. Lexington.”

“Call me Samuel.” He stood up and shook her hand. It was a good, firm handshake. “Well, I’ve looked at some of your work and I must say I’m impressed.”

“Thank you, very much.”

“No no thank you. You’ll be an excellent addition to our team. Now, all we have to do is to discuss the little details. If you’ll just sit,”

Faye’s eyes misted over for real this time.

It was batıkent escort happening. For the first time in her life, everything was coming together.

——————————

“And then he offered me that sum, and I was.. well I was be-something!”

“Be-something.” Tristan laughed, helping Faye out of her coat.

“Yes! Be-something, bewildered or something. I still can’t believe it!” Kitty tottered up to her and sniffed at her legs. “Hey Kitty how’s it goin,”

Faye tossed her bag on the couch and fell back on the pillows.

“Do you want something to drink?” Tristan asked. Faye smiled at him. She reached up and pulled him closer by his tie.

“Actually I want something to eat.”

A small smile formed on Tristan’s lips. “You do, huh.” He stroked her face.

“I do.” Faye stretched up and lifted her mouth to his. He tasted so good, so warm and familiar already. Kitty sat down patiently in a corner. “You.” Faye pulled back and traced Tristan’s lip with her finger. He looked at her.

Faye jumped slightly when she felt Tristan’s hand moving down her stomach.

“Hey somebody’s moving fast,” she exclaimed.

Tristan hid a smile in her shoulder as he turned her around so she was sitting on her lap. “I’ve waited all day. Don’t think that counts as fast.”

Faye picked up the remote control and turned the television set on.

“Hey they’re showing reruns of That 70s Show. It’s that episode where Eric.. oh..”

Faye closed her eyes as she felt Tristan slide his hand down the front of her panties.

“Eric is having a..birthd-” his fingers pressed into her flesh. Parting her legs wider Faye pressed her hips back into Tristan’s lap. “That feels..good.” Tristan pulled her shirt down so he could kiss her bare shoulder. His fingers kept stroking between Faye’s legs. She let her mouth drop open as she savoured the sensation.

“Tristan..” Faye turned on his lap so she could look at him. Tristan pulled his hand out of her underwear and kept his eyes locked on hers as he put his finger in his mouth. Druggedly Faye watched him as he licked her juices off his hand.

“Okay bed now.”

Tristan laughed as she jumped on him and he stood up, hoisting her by her bum as she clung to him, and headed for his bedroom.

“Well hello beddy bed.” Faye stretched luxuriously.

“Oh beddy bed. Someone’s getting comfortable here.” Faye froze for a bit, but relaxed when Tristan settled next to her.

“Come on, let me undress you.” Faye got to her knees.

“Gladly.” Tristan lay back on his elbows, watching her contentedly. She ran her hands over his broad chest, smiling to herself. The tie went off first. One button, then two. He had such a delicious chest. Absently, Faye stroked Tristan’s skin. His eyes were dropping lower and lower as she took off his clothes, article by article.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Tristan muttered when Faye had stripped him down to his boxers. With an easy heave he turned her on her back.

“Tristan!” Faye laughed. “That tickles.”

He looked up at her from her stomach, smiling devilishly into her skin. He pulled off her shirt, her work pants, her inner shift. When Faye was down to her undies she curled up, beşevler escort suddenly shy.

“I didn’t know you had it in you to be shy.” Tristan pulled at Faye’s arms, opening her up to him. She shook her head, smiling. Lifting himself over the length of her body, Tristan lay over Faye. She felt his arousal against her. His eyes were heavy.

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered into her ear, opening his mouth and licking the sides of her neck. Faye shivered beneath him, hooking her legs behind his back and trying to grind against his erection.

“Uh-uh,” Tristan reached back and unhooked her legs. He smiled roguishly at her. “Me first.”

Faye felt delicious desire spiking in her blood, centering between her legs as she watched him. He kissed her neck and whispered in her ear as his hand went roaming on her body.

“I know you want this,” his hand clasped the curve of her breast, encased in her black bra.

“And this,” he trailed his fingers down her body, over her chest and her stomach — where she quivered and arched toward him — and teased with the ribbon on the top of her panties.

“You want me to touch you, don’t you?” Faye nodded wordlessly, lifting her hips toward him but he kept following her movements. “Tell me what you want.”

Faye looked at him, his eyes dark with arousal, a lock of his hair over his eyes. She arched closer to him as she spoke.

“Touch me. Make me feel good,”

Tristan’s eyes flashed and he cupped her through her panties. Faye squirmed under him and he stroked her through the fabric. He could feel her clit swelling between her soft folds and he rubbed it slowly. Faye gasped. She was going mad. He kept rubbing her through her panties..if he didn’t stop — Tristan pulled his hand away and she opened her mouth on a note of protest but his hand returned and this time delved beneath the cotton of her panties.

Faye opened and closed her mouth as she felt his fingers tease her, going up and down the sides of her pussy lips. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter. Laughing lightly Tristan reached down and took her mouth. She lost herself in his kiss, his warm tongue delicious in her mouth, feeling each stroke between her legs as his fingers swept over her wetness. He poised two fingers at her entrance and she looked at him as he pressed them in gently. She felt herself open up to him and moaned low in her throat as he pushed deeper and stroked her where her ache was deepest.

“Tristan.. Tristan I can’t..” Faye struggled against him as he pleasured her. She felt his hard cock heavy against her and reached down instinctively through the gap in his boxers and took his warm length in her hand. Tristan shuddered and paused for a moment but soon continued stroking her between her legs, moving his hips into Faye’s hand in tandem with his stroking.

The pleasure grew and grew and Faye felt her eyes glazing over. Tristan saw it and slid down swiftly between her legs. Before she could react he pulled her panties down her legs, parted them and began to lick her pussy. Faye gasped quietly. Her thighs had already started to tremble and when she felt Tristan’s head move between her legs, his tongue slipping into her moist folds she clasped her ankara escort thighs about him and mindlessly moved her hips against his pleasuring mouth.

Tristan looked up at Faye’s face. She was lost in the pleasure he was giving her. His cock ached but he pressed it against the bed and kept licking her, moving his head side to side against her pussy, feeding on her sweetness. When he felt her muscles start to tense he spread her pussy lips and pressed his mouth against her, moving his lips over her swollen flesh and licking deeper into her.

Faye gripped fistfuls of the bedsheets and bucked involuntarily against Tristan’s face. She..she was coming..he was licking her so good, it felt so good, he wouldn’t stop eating her as she came over and over, shuddering into his mouth.

When she had stilled Tristan lifted himself over her and smiled faintly.

“Hey you.”

Eyes still closed, Faye smiled back.

“Hey yourself.” Her small hand went down his stomach and grazed the outline of his heavy cock in his boxers. “Looks like somebody needs attending to.”

Tristan almost blushed. He turned on his back following Faye’s guidance. Her mouth looked bruised and her hair was in wisps about her face. She looked thoroughly sexed up.

He wasn’t prepared when Faye slid between his legs, pulled cock out of his boxers and began sucking on him with gusto.

“Ahh.. a—hhhh Faye, Faye keep it..keep it slow or I’ll..” Tristan worked his jaw, trying to regain his grip as he felt Faye’s lips wrap around his length, licking up and down. Her mouth was liquid pleasure. He gritted his teeth and looked down. Not that the visual helped any — seeing Faye between his legs, her eyes drugged and looking right back at him, his cock impaling her mouth, was enough to send him over.

With great effort Tristan reached down and pulled her up. He flipped her on her back, squealing lightly, pulled off his boxers and with one smooth move speared his cock deep into her. Faye gasped, rocking her hips back up towards him, wanting more of him. Tristan made a sound in his throat halfway between a growl and a moan and shoved his hips deeper into her. Her liquid center, so warm and tight around him. He pushed her higher up on the pillows with each thrust, heavy and uncontrolled, thrusting breathlessly into her. All he felt was the pleasure spiking, his flesh entering hers, her sweetness surrounding him, and he wanted more, more, more — his hips flexed forcefully against her center, and she found herself close to the wall with each heave.

Faye moaned loudly with each thrust. Tristan’s eyes were dark and unseeing. She reached up for his face and pulled him down. He kissed her as he drove into her over and over. She moaned, feeling the pleasure mount higher and higher inside. Looking up, seeing his face lost in pleasure and feeling him shove insistently inside her was too much and she felt herself riding out a deep orgasm.

Tristan felt Faye start to come. He pulled his cock almost out of her and slammed it back deeper. She writhed under him and he withdrew and pounded her harder. His own release was near — he could taste it, but he had to draw out her pleasure first — she was coming around him, her pussy clasping and releasing and he was helpless, plunging back into her and flexing his hips quicker, the sweet bloom of orgasm went over him and he came, jerking inside her.

Exhausted, he fell to the bed beside Faye. She reached for his arms and curled them around her.

In the corner of the room Kitty went to sleep.

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Writer’s block had engulfed me and I felt like I may not survive the tidal wave of blanks. My life had become so routine, yet so full of undesirable drama that all of my fantasies and dreams seemed to be inevitably put on hold. Somehow I had to drag myself out of this abyss before the boredom and resentment began to leak into my other personal and professional arenas. But (I am smiling as I write this) I had a master plan.

I used the tingling in my panties as a cue that I was on the right track. Sitting at the computer and pretending to be pecking away while my spouse looked at TV series after TV series was getting old quick. Actually it had been old. I realized that this was my moment, and I had prepared myself for the worst while hoping for the best. I took a deep breath and went into the bathroom, armed with smell-goods and the striptease gear that I hoped would convince the old man to see things my way. I took extra care in the shower, clearing the fields of glory and allowing my baby smooth skin to escape from the pubic jungle.

With all skin now cleared and scrubbed properly, I began to lotion down with my layers of sensual scents. I had purchased this scent after smelling it on a stripper during my first official lap-dance. That woman had smelled like a mouthwatering feast, and I knew that in a moment my husband would be smelling and thinking the same thing! I pulled on my netty, ribbony brainwashing gear and exited the bathroom, glancing to the right to see where his eyes were looking. He was obliviously staring at the television, as usual. I waited a moment for the scent to drift out of the bathroom. Meanwhile, I casually tossed my former motherly clothing into the dirty clothes basket in our walk-in closet.

“What are you doing?” he called out, my signal that the scent had appropriately wafted into the area of his sensitive sense of smell.

“Getting ready to blow…your mind,” I teased, walking casually out of the closet, enjoying the look of confusion, pleasure, and curiosity that appeared on his face as his eyes took me in from my stilettos to my choker-laced neckline.

“Well, well, well,” he muttered. “Bring that shit on!”

I walked over to the computer to exit the screen of misplaced metaphors and turn on a playlist I created just for this moment. I titled it “Freaknight” with the effects in mind that it would have on both of our senses as the first chords and bass notes leaped from the surround sound speakers into the heated air.

I had made up my mind that if tonight didn’t work at getting his attention, then I would make it work for me anyway, by any means necessary. By the look on his face, I think that at least part A of the plan was already successful. I slowly walked over to the television and stood right in front of it.

“That is no problem, Shay!” he remarked, as he grabbed for the remote and cut it off without a second look at the screen.

“I didn’t think it would be,” I smirked. I walked seductively to the side of the bed that he called his, and leaned in to give him a closer sniff. I knew that his senses of sight and smell were on overload by the tremendous bulge that had developed in his pajamas. He leaned into me without touching me and I heard his intake of breath. Ha! I recalled how I did that same thing when that woman had gotten so close to me. I could feel myself getting wetter just thinking about that moment when her skin brushed across my shoulders, and her body glitter transferred kızılay escort onto my skin. To think that Nick was destined to feel this incredible sensation and have this as a memory until his last moments almost made me tip over the edge…but I knew that I must wait. “Good things come to those who wait,” I murmured to myself as I brushed my upper body across his chest. I reached out as if I were going to stroke his face romantically, then changed my motion to a quick shove, knocking him backwards onto the bed. His eyes registered shock, and my eyes felt like lasers as I stared into his eyes, taking in his emotions, even the ones he tried to hide.

As he lay back, arms to his side, I straddled his hips. Grinding into his groin gently I gently fingered his undershirt, then snatched it violently until it was torn and lying on both sides of his body. Once again my laser eyes pierced his own shocked ones, as I read his thoughts, “I can’t believe that she just ripped my shirt off!”

I was tired of his lies and games. I was tired of being the wife that had to compete with the fantasies, compete with the videos. This was the endgame maneuver. After today, I would no longer find random phone numbers, text messages, and social site messages in his cell phone, as well as dick pics emailed to random women outside my knowledge. What was crazy about this whole thing was that I had told him that he could have the freedom to do whatever he wanted, as long as he gave me freedom (which I didn’t plan to use, just enjoy having the toy upon the shelf to occasionally tease) and let me share in his activities. I was the kind of wife that wanted to sit right in bed next to him while he sexted some hottie from a social site, then become the woman that he would act out his live action with. I would allow him to call me her name, taking the line seriously from the song that said, “I’m every woman; it’s all in me!”

I didn’t care about his porn collection either. We would enjoy watching and sharing videos frequently. I thought that our love and friendship would go beyond all limitations, but that was MY fantasy, not his. He, like other self-centered and selfish men, wanted his cake, frosting and candles and all, and all the ice cream and hot coffee on the side that his dick could handle, while I was left supposedly to be satisfied with whatever slice of the cake he was willing to cut me each day. Well…tonight, he would learn about giving his woman what she wanted or stepping aside to let someone else who can handle the job to do it!

I kissed his face all over, letting the love that I felt for him drip from my lips. My hands gently moved up his chest, pausing at his nipples to gently pinch them. I licked my forefingers to increase the transmission of sensations from my fingers to his nipples, and I circled them feverishly while continuing to roll my hips, the friction between my legs was building me to my first orgasm, and I was going to take as many as I could manage, not holding back one pleasurable sensation. As the build continued, I slid my tongue into his mouth and sucked his tongue, allowing him to gently suck mine. We continued the probing and teasing, and my tongue treated his tongue to a preview of what his beautiful dick would experience momentarily. The circular motions and tongue lashing wasn’t lost on him as I felt the moisture of his pre-cum leaking through the pajama pants that I would soon take off. My hands continued kolej escort to explore his entire core while my mouth left his and ventured to his neck and chest, I felt my orgasm coming and began to howl slightly as I scooted my pussy backwards in order to free his Willie.

My feet found the floor again and I grabbed his pants and drug them down to his ankles. He kicked them off creating a bouncing show for me with that beautiful tool. He grabbed at the ribbon and untied it, pushing it aside as it swirled around un-tangling itself from my breasts and exposing my swollen clit. I kneeled down at the same time that he stood up, and my tongue stuck out hungrily as his hips pushed forward to feed me. I teased the tip with my tongue, then without any prior warning plunged his dick down my throat. I felt his balls smack my chin, and I glanced up to see him lean his head back and howl into the ceiling to show his appreciation. I let my lips grip fiercely as I pulled away from him. I could feel the external skin sliding along his rod. I grabbed his hips, then moved my hands toward his buttocks. Grabbing them with force, I pushed him back into my mouth. He hit the back of my throat, and my gag reflex was tempted to trigger, but I held my breath until the sensation subsided, then slowly let him exit again, feeling my lips’ tight resistance. I felt his body tremble in my hands, as I grabbed him and made him light into me four more times, each time adding more flicks of the tongue and lip pressure mixed with head and face twists on his way out. I was dripping pre-cum and natural mouth lube, and I took my left hand to capture some of this moisture to play with his balls. I pretended to be his favorite pet and licked his balls as I had seen so many dogs do after making out with their favorite pillows or stuffed animal. He began whimpering, but his instincts let him know that we weren’t through yet.

He grabbed my locs and began guiding my head as he fucked my face, slower on the outtake, enjoying my skills at responding to every extra sensitive spot on his fantastic member. I took my face away and pushed him back onto the bed. I stepped onto the bed and guided my body down onto his dick, which slid in easily. With a combination of squats and bounces I moaned as I enjoyed the sensation of being full of him. In my imagination, I became a hip-rolling porn star. I felt the tip of his penis massaging my sweet spot as I felt climax number two building, and the hot liquids trying to force their way out.

“Damn, girl!” he exclaimed as he felt my climax clenching and drenching his dick. I pulled up and he fell out as the gushing hot liquid squirted out, relieved to find an out.

“This pussy loves to fuck you and so does this ass!” I grunted, moving to my knees and crawling seductively to the headboard. I grabbed the headboard with two hands and stuck my ass out to let realization dawn upon him that this was where I wanted his dick to pay a visit next. He quickly got the hint and crawled up behind me. I felt him smacking my asshole with his tip, then pushing his head into my waiting hole. After he popped in, he reached forward and tried to grab my breasts. This action forced him in a little further and my “Oh!” leaked out as he went in further. After fingering my nipples with wet fingertips, he grabbed my waist and slowly filled my ass. After a few moments, he exited slowly, letting his dick pop out. When he entered again, it was with ankara escort a professional smoothness. He used my waist to push himself in and then almost out, and I could feel my g-spot stimulation working to produce more juices. I took one hand off the headboard and massaged my clit. He snatched my hand away, and took over the motion, and I used that free hand to grab feverishly at my nipples. It didn’t take long before climax number three began squirting out like a fountain, and his dick was forced out my ass due to the extreme clenching and throbbing.

I turned onto my back pulled him forward until he was straddling my face. I could smell pussy and ass on him, and the scent made my pussy feel neglected. I licked him clean with one hand grabbing his balls while the other played with his asshole. I felt him filling my mouth and I knew that he had been tortured enough for now. I pushed him out and made him back up on his knees until I could lift my stiletto-wearing feet onto his shoulders. He pushed forward and entered my pussy banging at full force. I played with my breasts and looked into his eyes while licking my lips. After a few minutes, I felt his stroke quicken and I reached down to caress his balls, feeling them contract to prepare to fill me with life’s best milk. His eyes closed and he looked up, but I yelled at him to open them and look at me as his moment of truth came. He stared into my eyes and came hard with an animal growl that turned me on yet again. I guess I would give him a small break before turning on him again. He collapsed onto me, and I slowly moved my legs off of his shoulders and to the side as we lay catching our breath.

“Now don’t tell your wife,” I whispered in his ear.

“Wait. What!?” He turned and looked at me.

“Your job, Sir, is to pick the next video that we will act out.” I felt my laser eyes boring into his soul. “And then, your job is to make the video I pick happen for me.”

I could see his brain taking in the pros and cons of this information. I could sense his wonder and his resistance grappling within his imagination. Looking away from me, he said, “NO man is going to EVER be with you.”

“Fine. Then you have to be EVERY MAN that I need.”

“How can I do that?”

“Oh, you’ll find a way. You can start by cutting off that TV more often and attending to my needs. Just pay attention. You already know what I need, but you have been resistant in giving it to me. Unfortunately, I am tired of waiting.” I reached over and drew his attention to the fact that the computer had been recording our activities. As I replayed the video, a surprise occurred. I had a special overlay playing during our carefully planned romp. As the video layered itself, he could see two other people participating in our two-person party. He sat up fast, knocking my arms off, and looked around the room, as if he were expecting to see the actual people in the room who had been transplanted into the video.

“They’re not really here, Sir,” I drawled slyly. “But don’t you like the way she is licking your nuts while you are banging my face?”

“Unbelievable!” He couldn’t take his eyes away from the screen. “I have my own porn star…as my WIFE!” Out of the corner of my eye I could see his Mater jumping with the excitement of what he was seeing on the screen. I spit into my hand, and then reached over and began massaging it. “Let’s make another movie…what’s your name?”

“Claire Voyeur,” I whispered, as he turned me over onto my stomach to begin round two. Plan B, executed. My husband left the land of doubters and entered into the realm of the believers. He had married THAT MOTHER FUCKER. I would love him forever and we would give each others’ fantasies a chance to come to life.

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