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I had just turned 19, I woke up in the morning thinking of the possibility that I had embarrassed myself the night before. As it turns out I got a message from my best mate saying that the night went well and I hadn’t done anything id regret. I went down stairs and my mum had made me breakfast, I ran up the stairs shut the door behind me and puked into the toilet, food early in the morning is not a good idea!

My mum had organised a party for me at night, I was kind of not wanting it but I thought it could be a good night out with the guys and plenty of girls……I hope!

The day passed quite well I had only run up to the toilet 3 times. It was now dinnertime and I had a sandwich, not because I couldn’t eat but because there was a meal at the party. As the day went on my party got closer, I was hoping that Cindy, the girl of my dreams was going to be there. My mum didn’t know her so I dunno if she would have got an invitation. She was stunning, long brown hair with blonde streaks through it, she sometimes wore glasses, either way she was still as nice, had a great body, nice tight ass and perfect tits. She didn’t like to show much of her body but when she did everyone looked! I couldn’t stop looking at her through classes at school. The little black mini skirts looked so sexy! The white shirt, the black bra, I think she liked to tease a little bit.

It turned 6pm and I had to go to the hall to get the party ready. I walked in the door and my friends were already there, everyone shouted surprise, it was great, made me feel good. Well the night went on till about 8pm and then it happened, she walked in the door, she was wearing a dress that covered some of her tits, very low cut, a bra that pushed batıkent escort them together, to show plenty cleavage, the dress covered her ass and no more if she bent over I swear u could have seen heaven! She came over to me, she had a present in her hand, she gave me it and kissed me on the cheek. I went all red and thanked her. My stomach was weird inside, I felt so nervous. I went to the side and opened her present, it had a piece of paper in it. It read… “meet me in your house in 20mins, u will get your present there” I wondered for a second, then I hoped, then I started praying! Could this b the day I get Cindy?

I left the party and started walking to my house, I started talking to myself, how did she get a key? Is she waiting outside? I started to walk a little faster now. I got to my house and no-one was there, I felt a little stupid, “as if she was going to meet me here!” then I heard a noise round the back, I walked round. There standing at my car was Cindy.

She stuck her hand up and her middle finger and wiggled it telling me to come over. I walked over and stood in front of her. She grabbed hold of my arm and turned me round. She lay me back on the car and she straddled me then leaned down and started to kiss me. I put my hands on her ass and squeezed a little, she had such a nice firm ass. I wanted to fuck it badly but that was to come later.

She continued to kiss me, I felt her hand run down my chest, down my leg then back up my leg on the inside. Her hand was now rubbing my cock through my trousers. I could feel it getting bigger and bigger. It was almost rock solid. She moved her hand down a little more and started feeling my balls, she played beşevler escort with them softly as my dick grew bigger and got harder. She then unzipped my trousers and put her hand inside on my hard cock, her hand was cold but I didn’t care about that! She started to feel up and down my cock from the tip to the bottom of it reaching down to feel my balls. She undone the button and then slid down my body rubbing her tits on my stomach. She slid down still rubbing them against me, I felt them go down my cock and she pressed them against my balls. It felt so good and because it was Cindy I thought I was going to cum right there and then! I didn’t thankfully.

She pulled my trousers down and then my boxers, so she could get a good view of my cock. She grabbed it and then started to stroke it. This was better than any Saturday night watching porn on television! She started off slow and then started getting faster and faster, harder and harder. This was the best thing ever! She then flicked the head of it with her tongue, she kissed it and then licked the tip and down my cock. She kissed my balls and then put one in her mouth, sucking on it a little then moving back to my cock. She put it in her mouth and started to suck on it really hard. I could feel myself getting closer.

She then knelt up and took her top off, took her bra off and released those perfect 38c tits. They looked so good, I wanted them. She grabbed them and started to lick her nipples, looking up at me. she came closer to me and then put my cock in between them, she rubbed up and down the shaft of my cock, everytime my cock came up she licked the tip of it. I was getting really close now. I stood up and ankara escort I stood her up to, I put my hands on those tits and grabbed them, I kissed her, sticking my tongue in her mouth on her tongue. I then turned round and lay her on the car. I pulled her dress up, she had no panties on, I then took my hard cock and put it inside her wet pussy. I started to fuck her, her tits were bouncing back and forth, I grabbed them and squeezed them hard. They were so nice.

She leaned up and kissed me wrapping her arms around me, she turned me round and I was lying on the car now. She straddled me and started to fuck me, it felt amazing, being fucked by Cindy was a dream come true! She put her hands on my chest so she could rock back and forth on my cock, she was loving it, I could tell by her moans of pleasure. I started to push up and down as she fucked me, I grabbed her tits and squeezed them again, I grabbed her ass to pull her onto my cock hard, I was going to cum soon.

I stood up and I bent her over the car with her ass up high, I put my cock inside her ass and I began to fuck her as fast as I could. Pushing it in as far as I could, really deep and hard. I reached round and grabbed her tits then a handful of hair so I could fuck her good. She reached back and played with my balls, that made me come even closer. I told her I was gonna cum, she turned round got on her knees and opened her mouth, she started to jerk me off and with a final hard jerk I shot my load into her mouth. She swallowed it all, it was so sexy, she stood up and put her bra back on, her dress back over her tits, pulled her dress down, fixed her hair, gave me another letter and then walked off. I looked at the letter and it said “happy birthday ;-)” I smiled, I looked up and she was gone.

When I think about what happened that night, not only did I get to fuck Cindy but she didn’t even talk to me through the whole experience and also, I’ve never received a birthday present since……….. Who’s complaining!

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You walk into the room and I immediately feel your presence…I don’t see you with all the people milling about but I can feel you. The reaction my body has is involuntary, but welcome, nonetheless. As I scan the faces in the room, looking to catch a glimpse of you, I start to plan my attack.

There you are, making small talk with some leggy blonde over by the bar. I let you flirt with her a bit while I watch. Not some of your best stuff, but entertaining nonetheless. You catch my eye and smirk, you know I’ve been watching and this somehow urges you to move in closer to her. My reaction is swift and I turn my back to you, looking out the window. I will not give you the satisfaction of seeing me pissed at the attention you are showing her, even if it is harmless flirting.

I take a sip of my drink, trying to decide if I want to stay or just call it a night altogether.

You approach me from behind. I can feel the urgency in your movements. You are nervous that you went too far, that this night is not going to end the way you had envisioned. I let you sweat it out a second longer, knowing that your thoughts are racing trying to figure out how to get back in good graces.

I turn around just as you reach me, “Having a good time,” I ask, with a subtle bite to my words.

You smile, reaching to place your arm around my waist. I shrug you off and step back. “Not sure I am going to stay and watch the show,” I say, turning back to the window.

You approach me from behind, nuzzling my neck, whispering, “working myself up to give you my best.”

I fight the urge to give into you, despite wanting to turn and blow you in front of all these people.

“Whatever you need to tell yourself,” I reply.

You wrap your arms around me, pressing yourself tightly against my backside. I can feel your excitement growing at the contact. Again, I try to pull away. You aren’t having it this time. My resistance isn’t any match for your strength. So, I do the only thing I can think of the catch you off guard and move into you, ever so slightly. We both feel you twitch in response.

You lose focus for a split second but it’s enough for me to break free. I take the last sip of my drink and state to noone in particular, “I’m leaving. I’ve had enough.”

You follow me to the closet for my coat. I remove the coat from the hook and you take it from me, holding it for me to put on. I hate it when you do this. Trying to manipulate my emotions by being a gentleman, when you’ve so clearly been an ass.

I slip my jacket on and turn to face you, “Thanks, now you can go back to whatever it was you were doing.”

You follow me to the door, reaching in front of me to open it. “After you,” you lower your arm in front of me to exit.

“Where do you think you’re going,” I ask, with a raised eyebrow.

You smile at me, “I think I’m going to find a nice quiet spot and have my way with you, how does that sound?”

I stifle a laugh, “I think you’re having pipe dreams. I’m not in the mood to go and do anything with you. I think I’m going to fly solo and take care of myself, thank you very much.”

“Can I watch, at least,” you smirk. You know how that smirk affects me. I readjust, standing there.

“Problem?” Now you’re pretty sure you’ve wore me down, you are right.

I link my arm in yours, as we exit the party. “Just remember, I’m calling the shots here,” I say as we stand in front of the elevator. We both chuckle, knowing nothing could be further from the truth.

The elevator doors shut and I press myself against the back of you, reaching around and slipping both hands into the pockets of your trousers. “Hey, there! What do you think you’re doing,” you exclaim, rather frantic.

“This thing could stop at any moment. We might get caught!”

I wiggle my fingers in your pockets, “Oh, I hope so!” I feel you respond, even though you are trying to fight it.

Your body knows me, is drawn to me, craves the taunting it’s about to endure. I slowly move myself up and down your back, my nipples rubbing against the back of your shirt. You let out an audible sigh.

“Should I stop?” I ask knowing how much my breasts turn you on.

“God, please don’t stop.” I smile, realizing we could very well play this game of cat and mouse all evening…

The elevator finally arrives in the lobby, I step back removing all contact with you. “Let’s go to your place, it’s closer,” you say as you grab my hand.

“Um, a little presumptuous, aren’t you? I just watched you putting emek escort the moves on that young girl at the party. I’m not sure you’re up to grownup games and I’m in no mood to simply give tonight.”

You let my hand go and place it firmly on my ass, giving it more than a little squeeze, as we exit the building. “Don’t you worry about me. I just hope you’re well rested, it’s going to be a very long night.”

Your hand creates a buzz between my thighs. But I play it cool and keep walking just slightly ahead of you. We travel the 6 blocks to my apartment in record time. I fumble with the key to my door and you take it out of my hand, reaching around me and grazing my right breast. I’m still trying to figure out if it was on purpose or not when you open the door and manhandle me inside.

As soon as the door is shut you pin me against the wall, hands over my head, kissing me fully on the mouth. Immediately your tongue enters my mouth greedily, searching every crevice. Your urgency takes my breathe away.

I move my pelvis forward, grinding against you, “We have way too many clothes on,” I say into your mouth.

“What?” you ask breaking our connection.

“I want to feel you. Every inch of your body against mine. We need to get our clothes off,” I say as you still hold my hands over my head.

“Nope. Not yet. I have a little something in mind,” you say, smiling at me.

No good can come of this, I think, I just want to fuck and you want to play games.

“You can take your coat off but I want you to keep everything else on.” You release my hands and I remove my jacket and hang it in the closet. I walk down the hall to the bedroom, where you instantly disappeared to…at least that’s a good sign.

I enter to see you fully naked and semi aroused. I reach up to start unzipping my dress.

“No. You say exactly how you are,” you order firmly.

I’m beginning to lose patience with you. “Are we going to fuck or what?”

“Such language from a lady. Luckily, I know that you’re not quite as proper behind closed doors.” You approach me, eyebrow raised. “Are you?”

“Am I what?” I ask, playing coy.

“A lady or something else behind closed doors?” you inquire, knowing full well what the answer is.

Though the tone of conversation is having some effect on me at this point, I really would like to get things moving along here.

“I suppose it all depends on who I’m with. How they turn me on or work me up.” I reply, more as a challenge than an answer.

Without missing a beat, you begin to kiss my neck. Slow, deliberate kisses. Swirling your tongue around and inside my earlobe.

“Mmmm, that’s a good start.” I breathlessly respond.

You know I want more, anxious to know just how excited I am, you place your hand just below my ass, working the skirt of my dress up my thighs.

“This would be so much easier if I just undressed,” I state again, wanting to be in control of how things are going to go.

“Not easy,” you whisper in my ear, “This is going to be hard…HARD, slow, torturous for both of us. Just relax and trust me.”

Famous last words, I think to myself. Not tortuous at all for you, all naked and free. Doesn’t seem quite fair. Then as I am deep in thought about the injustice of the situation, I gasp as you begin to rub my clit through my panties, grabbing your shoulders for support as my knees buckle underneath me.

“How’s that,” you ask, knowing damn well it drives me insane, “Would you like me to stop?” Your quite pleased with yourself being able to utter my own words back to me.

“If you do, I’ll throw your ass out of my apartment!”

We both laugh but I’ve never been more serious in my life. I push down on your hand, intensifying the pressure.

“God, you’re already completely soaked through,” you exclaim. I’m kind of surprised how surprised you are. But then again, we don’t usually play a lot before we’re in the sheets.

“I have an idea, lets both get naked,” I try a different approach with you.

As I’m waiting for a response you take your other hand and begin massaging my breasts, first one and then the other all the while continuing to rub me under my skirt. You alternate between rough, tugging and kneading to soft caresses and tracing around my again erect nipples.

Two can play at this game, I think to myself, reaching down with my hands to envelope your cock. You respond to my touch and as I devote my time and energy to just your mushroom head, precum drizzles out. eryaman escort As quickly as your head is wet, I rub it into you shaft. I take my time, using my fingertips, my nails to make circular motions around and around.

I lean back into you, “Let’s take this to the bed, hmmm?”

You drop your hands and grab my ass, “You’re NOT taking control here, understand?”

“Whatever,” I break away from you and saunter over to the bed, knowing full well you want me out of this dress as much as I do.

I sit on the edge of the bed, watching you approach, your cock rising higher with every step. When you can’t come any closer I am nose to tip with your shaft. My instinct is to lick your head, knowing you’d be forced to pick up the pace. Knowing it would almost instantaneously bring you to climax. Fighting that urge took a lot of will power on my part, though it made me wet at the thought of it.

“When DO I get to say what we are doing here?” I ask, sick of this little game of yours.

“Take your dress off,” you say as you look me in the eyes, stroking your cock.

“Um, can you step back so I can stand up?”

“Sure,” you take a half step backwards.

I roll me eyes and stand up, your cock poking into my stomach.

I turn my back to you, “Could you help me out here?”

You press into my ass, “I’d love to help you out actually.”

“My zipper…” I say, half moaning at the sensation.

“Oh, right, the zipper.” You move your hands slowly down my back as you go lower, lower.

I press myself against your hands, your cock. You begin kissing my shoulder, from the top of one across my back to the top of the other. I shudder. “Please don’t stop.” I whisper, just barely audible.

My dress falls to the floor. As you continue to kiss me, you trace the top of my panties with the head of your cock.

“Ahhhhh,” I reach back and pull you in tighter. You reach around cupping my breasts in your hands, once again. You know you are pushing all my buttons. I try to turn around, to face you, “No, not yet.” you growl in my ear.

I lean my head against your chest forcing you to move to my neck with your kisses.

I rock my pelvis against you, trying to take the upper hand.

“I want to see you ass. Kneel down on the bed.”

I break free from your hands, climb back onto the bed on hands and knees, looking back at you over my shoulder, shaking my ass in your direction, “How’s that? Had enough?” I inquiring, giggling at the thought.

Swiftly you’re on the bed, towering over me. SMACK!! Your hand startles me but in the best possible way. “Oh, God!!! Do that again, please!!!” I exclaim.

But, of course, you don’t. You caress my ass where you just slapped me and although it has its own appeal, you’ve opened Pandora’s box and I’ll be having none of this gentle, slow moving crap!

I need it hard, sweaty, like two animals in heat.

I roll over on my back, sliding up to the pillows at the top of the bed. “Come here and let me do you for a while.”

A smile spreads across your face immediately. As much as you like to pretend you’re in control, you love it when I take charge.

You quickly climb up on the bed, lying right up against my right side, head propped up on your elbow. That stupid smile.

“No, get on top of me. Just lie on top of me.”

You raise an eyebrow, the smile disappearing. “What?”

I swear if I have to ask again, I’m calling it a night.

“Just lie on top of me. Let me handle the rest. Please?”

Hesitantly you brace yourself and place your body on top of mine, lowering yourself but keeping your full weight propped on your arms. “I’m afraid to hurt you,” you explain.

“You won’t. But I need to feel all of you. I WANT to feel every inch,” this is always where it gets weird. I need the contact, the more the better. I never know how to explain it better than that.

As soon as you let your full weight fall I am soaked, “Mmmm, yes, that’s it.”

“I haven’t done anything,” you’re confused, not knowing what to do.

“Do you trust me?” I ask.

At this point I am unsure what you’re answer will be, but I’m hopeful.

“Uh, yeah sure, I guess.” You say softly.

“Ok, lie your head down on my shoulder and just breathe with me.”

You look confused, so I place my hand on the back of your head, gently guiding you to my shoulder, your chin on my breast.

“Listen to my breathing, match my breathes.”

“I’m going to fall asleep,” you state, matter of factly.

“I ankara escort promise you won’t” I say with a smile. Sleep will be the furthest thing from your mind in a very short time.

I feel your body start to relax, you take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. I stroke your hair. The weight of your body has every nerve in my body alive and firing.

You have lost your erection in all this talking but I know once we start that won’t be a problem. I continue to stroke your hand, using the other hand to run my nails up and down your back, nice long strokes. “Oh, that feels so good,” you admit.

“Ssshhhh,” I say more, as a reminder to myself. The less talk now the better.

Slowly, I part my legs. You tense up, “Am I hurting you? I can move.”

“No, Baby, just getting ready. Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

I move both hands to your back as I feel you slide down between my thighs, edging them just far enough apart to fit like a glove. As soon as you quiet into your new position, you realize I am soaked. Or rather your cock does, “What the..?” you exclaim.

“Problem, Baby?” I ask, knowing that it’s a pleasant surprise because yoou are growing as we speak.

“How’d you do that?” you inquire.

“Shhhhh,” I remind you again, “Breathe with me.”

As you get harder your breathing becomes more ragged. I give you credit, you are trying your best to focus on air right now. But your cock is even distracting me. I make one final stroke with my hands and slip them both around your ass cheeks, pulling you into me, tighter.

I begin to slowly grind myself against you, small circular motions, pulling your ass towards me each revolution. “Oh, I want to fuck you!” you whisper.

“Maybe, maybe not.” I say, teasing.

I increase my speed and pressure against you, getting wetter by the moment. I take one hand and slightly part your ass cheeks, drawing my nails across your asshole. “FFFUUUCCCKKKKK!!” you moan into my shoulder. You’ve just about reached your limit and that is where I want to be.

You push your arms up on the bed, lifting your chest off mine. “You started this, just remember that,” you say almost as a warning. Bring it on, I think to myself.

You start ravishing my breasts, focusing your teeth on each tit. My hips convulsing and my juices running down my thighs.

You kneel between my thighs, lifting my knees over each shoulder. You bury your face in my pussy, drinking every drop that is freely flowing now. Tongue fucking me, “You are so wet! I can’t believe how horny you make me!”

My thighs are shaking, the spasms racing through my pussy faster than I can keep up with. I can’t catch my breath. I don’t ever want you to stop but I am afraid if you don’t something bad is about to happen.

“Fuck me! Please fuck me!!” I beg to get your attention.

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you alright but not until I am good and ready!”

You move and place one knee on each side of my stomach. “I’m going to titty fuck those gorgeous tits of yours!” your tone is almost demanding.

You reach back and shove your hand in my pussy, getting it good and wet. You begin to stroke your cock, spreading my juices over its length. You reach down and place you shaft between my breasts, pushing them tightly against your member. Your thrusts are slow at first, as you find your rhythm. I extend my tongue and ever thrust results in my licking the tip. “Arrgghhh, that is so fucking hot!” you have difficulty maintaining your pace.

I can feel the pulsation in your cock, you’re getting very close. I reach behind you and again find your asshole, this time using my own juice also to allow me to enter you from behind.

“I’m…going….to…cum!!!” You’re barely able to get the words out before your hot seed sprays all over my tits and face. Your cock still throbbing as the cum stops pouring from the tip.

“I’m still rock hard,” you exclaim.

“Let’s not waste it!” I say, smiling.

You slide down and lie on top of me, opening my thighs with your leg. Kissing me passionately, taking your time to enter me but quickly responding when your cock feels the wetness that still exists between my legs. “You never quit, do you?”

“I can if you want me to,” I say, innocently.

With that you slam your cock inside me, causing me to recoil at its power. We are both so wet and the motion is fast and intense. I feel you explode deep inside of me. I answer your climax with wave after wave of my own. We both lie there panting, sweaty, satisfied. You roll off me and lie face up next to me. I have one thing left to do.

I sit up and gently lick your softening cock, my cum and yours making such a sweet nectar. After you have been properly cleaned, I lie back in your arms and we drift off into a relaxing slumber.

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Chapter 3 — Tina’s Wake-Up Call

Sorry it’s been so long since I last visited the trailer park. If you’ve read the first couple of chapters you know what to expect. If not, who cares? Save them for later if you want. Fair warning though, while there may be an RCH more to this one than the first two, it’s still a rude, crude, raw and gritty stroker at heart. So if you glean the barest hint of plot and character development, please don’t hold it against me, just skip those parts and get to the good stuff.

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Shit, the sun was bright! It hurt my fucking eyes! I rolled over and almost crushed teensy Tina. She was flat on her back, her pint-sized titties poking up at the ceiling. A bit of spittle trickled down the side of her mouth and if she didn’t look cuter than a nodded out crack whore, I don’t know fuck all.

Actually, Tina was a hot little doll-baby sized piece of ass and I felt my fat cock twitch at the thought of that snug snatch, much less the sight of it. Sure as shit she had that power over me; got my hog hard in seconds flat.

I thought about throwing her a wake-up fuck, but my head was pounding harder than Metallica’s drummer on meth. We’d put away a lot of weed and alcohol the night before and I was way hung-over. Hell, the little skank frickin’ out partied me so I could only imagine what kind of beast she’d be when she came around.

Shit-damn, no getting around it, my pecker had hardened up like a titanium driver; one of them Heat Seekers, or whatever the hell the new Calloway or Ping of the moment name was these days. Normally when I wake up with long ball wood I take care of it old school, but since I had such a sweet little gash laying next to me I figured I’d spank the monkey coed style. Hell, the way I saw it pounding out a cum would be just as good as taking a handful of ibuprofen, and feel a whole lot better to boot.

I scooted over, raised up on my elbow and leaned over the sleeping slag. My head swam and I felt all woozy boozy and fuck if I wasn’t still half drunk. Must have had more than I thought last night. Wouldn’t be the first time, though. Or the last. Not by a fuckin’ long shot.

I wiped the drool from her mouth and cheek with her dingy blouse and damn if she didn’t look cute as button. Beautiful even. A warm, fuzzy feeling washed over me that I figured must have been related to the sun beating on my back or the hangover pounding at my brainpan.

Through the hundred proof fog of last night’s memory I recalled how she had taken my hammer in all her juicy holes and if my favorite tool could have gotten any harder it surely would have. As it was, I’d just turned the cannon loose hardcore on the slut.

A touch on her skinny thigh and her legs flopped opened like I’d used the golden key, but I knew it was just her Pavlov pussy doing its thang and it fucking warmed my cold heart. I felt that hairless little cunny and goddamn if she wasn’t slicked up and ready to ride. Must be dreaming of me, I figured.

I kneeled between those sweet meat thighs, hooked her knees under my arms, skootched her up close to my kit and kaboodle and was halfway home before her eyes flew open and she grunted “good morning.”

“Oh,fuck! What are you doing? My head’s fucking killing me!”

“Relax, sweet puss, I’m gonna fuck that headache gone,” I said and bottomed out.

“Are you out of your asshole mind?” she screeched. I let my wiener do the talking and just dragged boss hog back out and augured back down a few quick times and was met with a respectable, “Uh, uh, uh,” from the slut. When I picked up the pace some she gave me some nice bass tones so I thought I’d see if I could get the rest of the band to join in.

I slowed down a mite and leaned into her, set the pelvic metronome to a few seconds in and a few seconds out, giving her a nice, slow, steady Eddie rhythm. Deep dish style.

The tiny whore was coming around fast and I could see a “good morning to you smile” on that rocking little face. Her hands came up and grabbed my head. She yanked me down for a steamy tongue emek escort fuck and hot damn if our morning breath didn’t mingle and purify and somehow she tasted just right.

“Remember last night, slut? Remember how you latched on to my fat dick and didn’t let go?”

“Mmmm. I remember, asshole. You not being able to get enough of my sweet pussy. Shit, you couldn’t get enough of all my tight little holes could you?” she purred.

“Ooh, that’s it,” the flaxen haired whore with those tantalizing deep dark roots mumbled as my python hardened to blue steel straight at her words. Damn, I’ve always been a sucker for pillow talk.

“No denying that, tiny Tina,” I admitted and picked up some speed. Shit. I needed to piss like a Kentucky Derby thoroughbred and just wanted to clear the deck. But being the considerate guy I am I figured she may should get something out of it as well, so I picked up the pace and got down to biz-nass.

Shifting gears, I moved into the passing lane. I bore down and began drilling for real. Damn if her honey hole wasn’t mighty tighty around my fat cat. I pistoned in and out and the mini-skank’s eyes glazed over. She was grunting and moaning and harmonizing to beat the meat.

“Yeah, fuck me,” she said in that smoky, whiskey and cigarette voice and I appreciated the social skills, but to be honest, I was going to anyway. And for some reason I wanted to make it good for her. Damn my kind nature.

So I went balls deep and stayed planted. I ground around a bit just to give her some mound mash from different angles. When I had the trashy little slut breathing hard I let the clock run out on the first half and let the second half begin.

I pushed the little slut’s legs down and pinned them to the bed. Shitfire and save the matches! My cock must have liked the sight because it went up two more notches on the diamond-dick peter-meter.

Her tiny little body was pinned to the bed and my big ol’ wang dang doodle was splitting that slick pink. I was pounding in and out and she was rocking back and forth and I think I might have seen those goosebump titties bounce around a bit, but I couldn’t be sure because my own release was zooming in like a paparazzi sniffing up Paris’s poon and I was trying to hold out for her. I mean, shit, she was my guest.

I heard her moaning and groaning and babbling and making “fuck me” noises in all kinds of pitches. So I decided it was time to double down and bring on the two minute drill because I was in the red zone and was gonna score.

I threw those luscious little limbs on my shoulder, wrapped my arms around her and scrunched her up in a tight little ball. I put the pedal to the metal and bore down with my thick nine redlined and running hot. Zoom, zoom, mothertrucker.

She was smothered under me and chomping at the bit and her teeth would’ve found my nipples if they could’ve gotten by her knees. My chin was above her head and I was doing the pelvic thrust like I’d never get any more pussy ever. Her hot cunt was so wet around my big rig that I wasn’t getting the usual traction so I shifted gears again and picked up a few more miles per pussy to compensate.

In no time a’tall tiny Tina began to wail a song for the ages and I thought she just might shatter all the glass in the trailer with her high pitched warbling. When she went lights out I popped and Motherfuck! if it didn’t feel just like I was in love. As if I remembered what the fuck that felt like.

But whew and got-damn! I rolled off the sweaty little tart and flopped on my back. She straightened out and a couple of minutes later when her breathing slowed I heard her say, “Damn. My headache’s gone.”

Tina chuckled and snuggled up to me and for a second I was scared I might ask her to marry me. But I checked that thought because I wasn’t divorced from bitch Bev yet. My little brain was conflicted though because it wobbled, went dormant, then wobbled again at the thought of that demon woman. Shit, fuck and goddamn.

I tightened my arm around the tiny skeeze eryaman escort and had a weak moment which I still don’t regret. “How you doing this morning, doll baby?” I said with uncharacteristic tenderness. “You tied it on pretty large last night.”

She threw her leg over mine and I felt her give me a quick, wet squirm. It wasn’t her fault; she just couldn’t help grinding a bit when she got something between her legs. “Okay. Better now, thanks to your magic dick,” she said and tried to wrap her small hand around my moby.

I laughed. She slapped my chest and said, “Get me some coffee, shithead. I gotta pee.” Tina jumped up and I admired that tight little body as she skipped out of the room.

I stood up and padded a few yards to the kitchen area and because my bladder was screaming bloody murder and she was using the head, I aimed at the sink and drained the lizard in what can only be described as one of life’s underrated pleasures. Shit, I even rinsed it out some ’cause I had company over.

I poured a handful of aspirin into my hand, checked a few beer cans, found one half full and chased down the pills. I heard the shower turn on and yelled, “Clean towel on the shelf!” Good for her for taking the initiative and hell, there might even be a towel there.

I made some coffee and, since it took forfuckingever to brew, thought about my life. A fucking master’s degree in English and I’m living in a single wide trailer and working at a hog house. Correction, probably won’t be working at a hog house much longer. Fucker of a boss sent me home early yesterday and put me out today. So I got today then the weekend off, if I even go back on Monday.

I smiled at the memory of my boss’s wife on her knees with my Johnson down her throat at the company picnic. Serves the fucker right, I figured. She had talent though, got me off in record time. I wouldn’t mind tapping that poon for real, and I definitely would if that shithead fires me.

I was about to muse some more when I realized the coffee was ready and saw that sweet little twat coming out of the bathroom. Scrubbed fresh, with a towel around her body and drying her hair, she looked like an angel. A dirty angel to be sure, but aren’t those the best kind? Damn right they are. I’d tell you about my threesome with those two nuns, pink, not blue, if I had time, but Tina dropped the towel and fucking caught my eye.

“So you got that java for me?” she said and wiggled her assets at me.

I smiled and said, “Just the way you like it, slut. Hot and sweet.” I handed her a cup.

“Hot at least, for sure, dickhead.”

“Hey, all kidding aside, I’m having fun. You’re alright.”

“Yeah, cowboy, me too. You’re not so bad yourself underneath all the bullshit.”

“Aw shit, you’re gonna make me blush,” I jabbed.

“I’m gonna make you do more than that,” she said and approached me. Tina put down her coffee and kneeled in front of me. I was glad I hadn’t put on any pants because she clamped a tiny hand on my hardware, looked me in the eye and just before she gobbled my goober said, “You’re right, you fucker. I can’t believe I got a major cunt drip for your sorry ass.”

She finished sweet talking me and then the angels sang and her tonsils tickled my hambone in the most delightful way. I watched the little tramp’s head bob up and down and because she was having trouble getting it all in I just had to help her ’cause that’s the kind of guy I am, helpful as all get out.

I pushed down on the back of her head and she made pretty little wet noises. Up and down she went and before you could say “suck it, bitch” her nose was in my pubes and boss hog was full down her gullet. Hot damn, it felt like Christmas!

Lord help me because I grabbed a fist full of her hair and choked the chicken with her mouth. I looked down at that tight little bod and got even harder at the sight. Fuck yeah! Tina was gagging and slobbering and making all kinds of “love me, baby” sounds.

I yanked her head up and slammed it back down and her wet hair was whipping ankara escort around like she was the weather girl in a storm warning news broadcast. Fuck yeah. Hurricane Tina just made land and was blowing my dick right down. And shit if it didn’t feel fine as wine as her mouth and tongue flew over my pork pipe with the greatest of ease.

On and on it went and with a “mmnph” “mmnph” here and an “ackkh” “ackkh” there Old MacThickdick shot a wad. E-i-e-i-oh-my-God!

I let go of her hair and Tina fell back on her ass. She wiped her mouth off with the towel, laughed and said, “Whoa! That was kind of fun. I’d do you again, buster, but I got to go. I’ve got some shit I have to do today.”

“For sure later then, huh, Tina? I haven’t got my fill of your fine pussy yet. And that ass needs some more loosening up.”

She smiled, pulled on her clothes and said, “You keep sweet talking me like that and I might just fuck you dry right now.”

I slouched down and spread my legs. “Anytime little cunny, anytime.”

Tina barked out a laugh, said, “Later. Definitely!”

“Say ‘hey’ to your boyfriend for me.”

She laughed and said, “Shit, don’t remind me. He’s a bigger asshole than you are if you can believe that,” and skipped out the door.

I sat there, drank my coffee, smiled about the little slut and then my thoughts turned south again. Shit. I should keep busy. I thought about the novel I had written and submitted. Got some good and promising feedback. All I had to do was tighten it here, expand it there, give it a good edit and the publishing house would probably take it. As I drained the rest of my coffee I was wondering why the hell I hadn’t finished the book.

I poured another cup and I thought about how the fuck I’d gotten off track. Oh yeah. Beverly. That’s what happened. Bev the she-fucking-devil. How could I have been so goddamn stupid. Let’s see. Oh yeah. My dick, which, despite myself, moved toward maple at the thought of her. Jesus, she was hot. Long auburn hair, husky voice, tight athletic bod. Flexible as all hell, which she took full advantage of.

Shit. Pussy like that don’t come around that often and I had thought I was in love. Fact is, she just played me pure. Not to mention it turned out she was fucking crazier’n shit. She dragged me along and I did shit with her and to her I never even imagined people did.

Fuck. I needed to find a way to see if the kids were mine. Then, one way or the other, I’d figure out a way to light her ass up and put that chapter behind me.

I sat there thinking and sipping coffee and thought, “Yep. There it is. Bev. Bev is what had happened to my book. Bev was why I was living in a fucking trailer park fucking skanks and working at a hog farm.”

Though I had to admit, Tina and Pegs were some of the finest pussy I’d ever had the pleasure of, which sure as shit put Bev kootch into perspective. Fact of it was, I let myself get derailed after meeting the she devil four years ago.

Well, things were gonna change. I got up and headed to the shower. I turned on the water, let it get hot, stepped in and began to wash off the past.

Hell yeah some things were gonna change. I was starting to feel it and began to feel it good. The energy of a new day. Turning a new leaf. Committing myself to getting my life back on track and never looking back. World, here I fucking come!

Yep, I was feeling strong as I got out of the shower and toweled off. Even got a swell thinking about how I was gonna do Tina up right next time. I stepped out of the bathroom, turned toward the kitchen to get a coke and froze.

Goddamnit. Guests of the biker kind. Stinky Pete and P-Tat were sitting in my so-called living room. Stinky Pete gave me a smile with his creepy white teeth and said, “Dude, where’s your pussy mags? I know you got some.”

“I don’t need them like you ’cause of all the real pussy I get,” I said, which was maybe the wrong thing because he shot out of the chair and drove a ham-hock sized fist into my stomach.

While I was doubled over gasping for breath he said, “Don’t be rude to your guests, fuckwad. We gotta talk.”

“Ahh, shit,” I thought. “Here we go.”

**********

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She is completely nude. He lifts her legs straight up into the air. She lifts her hips and supports them with her hands. Her elbows support her hands. He spreads her legs. Her position completely exposes her nether regions to his admiring view. He leans forward and kisses her gently on the lips of her asshole.

The couple doesn’t say a word.

He takes one strawberry from the bowl on the night table and places it securely on her love opening. He places a smaller strawberry in her anus. He shakes the aerosol can of whipped topping and, starting at her tailbone, applies the whipping to the length of her cleft, over her strawberry-covered anus, over her strawberry covered vaginal opening, across her urethra, and her clit. Some whipping floats into her bush.

He starts by licking the whipped cream from his wife’s tailbone. He works his way through her cleft to her asshole. He sucks up the strawberry from her anus and licks her asshole clean. He tongues her rectal opening several times as he loiters there a while. Softly, she moans approval throughout his extended attentions.

He licks her perineum. She tells him of her pleasures by squirming and by moaning more loudly. He lingers longer.

He licks all the whipped topping from her vaginal strawberry before he sucks the strawberry into his mouth and swallows it. Then he concentrates on licking the juices of her vagina. Her squirming continues but is less pronounced.

He doesn’t batıkent escort notice her peehole as his tongue clears her urethra on its way to her clit. His tongue licks her clit clean of the whipped topping. His tongue clears the whipped topping from her pubic bush before returning to her clit. It lingers at her clit. It licks. It sucks. It nibbles. She sends a squirt of her juices to his face. He licks his chops and dives back to licking, sucking, and nibbling on her now not-so-hard clit.

As he lowers her hips to the bed, his finger probes her anus.

She is now flat on her back. He is kneeling between her widespread legs. They smile at one another as she says, “That was good.”

He nods agreement.

She asks, “Are you going to put a fuck in me now?”

He says nothing. He slowly leans forward onto his elbows and stops, poised inches above her luscious form. She reaches between their hot bodies, takes his penis in her hand, and guides it to her opening. He leans further forward and feels his dick penetrate his loving wife. He leans further forward. His dick is deep inside her. He thrusts slowly. Her long legs wrap around his slim waist. He thrusts again. Her exhausted hips accept his thrusts but don’t rise to meet them. He groans, “Aargh” as he cums deep inside his wife.

“I feel your dick throbbing,” she says.

“I love you,” he says. They fell asleep.

The next morning, he awakens to find beşevler escort his wife gone. As his head clears, he hears the toilet flush. He arises and goes to the bathroom. He finds the door open and his nude wife inside, about to enter the shower.

“Will you shower with me,” she asks.

“I have to pee first.”

“Save it. You can use it to rinse me in the shower. I’ll hold your dick for you.”

They get in the shower. She covers herself with a bubbly soap. She takes her husband’s dick in her hands and rinses her soap covered self with his urine. He does the peeing while she does the aiming.

He washes her genitals with soap and water. She does the same to his penis but she does it so vigorously that he cums in her hand.

“That isn’t fair,” he complains.

“So, what are you going to do about it? Fuck me?”

“I’ll fuck you tonight when I get home from work.”

“I’ll have the strawberries ready for your dessert.”

The loving couple rinse and dry themselves before dressing and going to work.

She is home from work before he is. She washes herself, especially her vulva. “He likes me clean'”

She dresses in loose-fitting clothes. A scoop neck blouse to give him easy access to her tits. A skirt to give him access to her lower regions. Yellow panties to stimulate his lust.

“As if his lust will need stimulation,” she thinks as she puts on her yellow panties.

She protects ankara escort her clothing with an apron. She knows that after dinner her husband will want to watch TV and feel her up during the commercials. Then, she prepares their dinner which includes a bowl of strawberries for dessert.

She is at the kitchen sink when he arrives home. He walks up behind her, picks up her skirt, pulls down her panties, and, with no foreplay, says, “Bend over. I told you that I was going to fuck you when I got home from work.”

She bends over. He tries to enter her rectum with his dry cock. No luck. She reaches back with her soapy hand, lubricates his penis, and says, “Try again.”

This time he is successful. He fucks his wife in the ass and then says “I love you. What did you prepare for dinner?”

She turns, kisses him, and answers, “My pussy. Go to our bed.”

He goes to the master bedroom, undresses, and lies on the bed, face up. His cock, recently drained into his wife’s rectum, is flaccid. She enters the room, strips from her comfortable clothes, mounts her husband, her pussy covers his mouth and nose. She says one word, “Eat.”

Somehow, he manages to breathe as she fucks on his tongue and nose. She exhausts herself without squirting. In a matter-of-fact tone, she says, “Go washup while I put dinner on the table.”

Ever obedient, he leaves the room to wash up.

She too washes up. Then she dresses, returns to the kitchen, and serves dinner.

After dinner, there are no leftovers except two strawberries. She puts them in a bowl on the night table next to her side of the bed.

They watch television. He feels her up during the commercials. They go to bed.

Go back to the beginning of this story.

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“I got it” Cassey said, running into the kitchen. “I got the job!” “That’s great!” Jason said. He hugged his fiancée, full of joy at the news. Cassey had been desperate to find a new job. Anything to get away from the place where she worked under her nightmare boss, Veronica. “When do you start?” Jason asked.

Cassey’s smile disappeared. “As soon as I get my reference…” Cassey said in a low tone. “From Veronica?” Jason asked. Cassey nodded. “But you know what she’ll say…” Cassey said. “That is going for this job, you’ve gone behind her back” Jason said. “Exactly. She’s impossible, Jason. She’ll never give me that reference” Cassey said. “Come on, she won’t be unreasonable. If you want to leave, she’ll let you leave” Jason said. “She’s a manipulating bitch” Cassey said.

Jason was surprised. He’d never heard Cassey use that word in the seven years that they’d been going out. That was one of the things he loved about her. She was so innocent and sweet. He’d hated seeing her work at this company where Veronica made her life hell. But not to worry. Now she had a new job, they could take a break. Finally get married and get their life properly started.

“I just need that reference” Cassey said. ‘then you’d better ask Veronica for it, I guess’ Jason thought. Jason could see that wasn’t the answer she’d been looking for. He jumped ahead to the conclusion. “You’ve got to be joking.” Jason said. “Oh please, Jason. She won’t help me, but she’ll talk to you” Cassey said.

“And why’s that?” Jason asked. “Because you’re a man. Everything’s easier with Veronica if you’re a man. Please, Jason, will you do it?” Cassey asked. He looked at his fiancée. She was so cute, five foot five, short dark hair in a bob and a pretty, trusting smile. “Sure” Jason said. “I’ll do it for you”

Jason arrived at Cassey’s office an hour later. He knew it was going to be difficult getting the reference. He’d only met Veronica a handful of times. One of those had been the office Christmas party when he’d got a bit drunk and placed an arm round her waist. And who was going to blame him for that? She was a knockout, always well-dressed in designer clothes that hugged her curvy figure, glamorous whether she was wearing high heeled stilettos or flat sandals. And she was tall. Jason guessed she was the same height as him, about 5’10 or thereabouts. She towered over Cassey. She had long golden hair, smooth fresh skin and was in incredible shape. Firm breasts that a single Jason would have loved to run his hands over, pneumatic legs that a single Jason would have licked from bottom to the wet patch at the top.

He walked into the office and tried to clear those thoughts away. But then he found himself comparing the two women. Where his fiancée Cassey was anxious, always worried about her and Jason getting the most out of life, Veronica was more relaxed. More driven, too. And where Cassey wore flowery dresses and blouses, Veronica wore small black skirts that showed off her ass and let everyone see her long slender, shapely legs. Cassey seemed like a girl at times. Veronica was always a woman.

He found her standing by the filing cabinet in her office, wearing a thin white shirt that strained against her breasts, a tight black pencil skirt and black stilettos. She turned round when Jason walked in and gave him a wide smile. She was wearing pink lipstick with a gloss that made her lips moist and sexy. He’d never really noticed her cute button nose before, but he enjoyed seeing the long golden-coloured hair again that gave her a look of glamour, and the sharp model cheekbones.

“Jason? what are you doing here?” Veronica asked. “I wanted to ask you something” Jason said. Her smile widened and the cute button-nose squashed up. “What about?” Veronica asked “Cassey” Jason said. Veronica frowned in response, then went and sat behind her desk. She picked up a folder that was in front of her and ran her fingers along the top of it. She had long manicured fingernails painted pink which matched her lipstick. She was watching him with searching green eyes, like he was a piece of meat thrown into the cage of a lioness. “Have you been working out?” Veronica asked. He was caught out by the question. “What do you mean?” Jason asked. “You look bigger. Those strong arms of yours” Veronica said.

He’d actually started going to the gym and had got into good shape. Cassey said he was handsome enough beforehand, but he didn’t see anything wrong with adding some muscles to his good looks. Besides, he got some admiring glances from the female gym-goers. He shouldn’t encourage Veronica though. She looked like a real man-eater behind her desk. He took a seat and tried to stay focused. “Let’s talk about Cassey please” Jason said. “Have you come to apologize?” Veronica asked. “What for?” Jason asked. She smiled at him again. Such thick wet pink lips. Jason tried to ignore them as she spoke. “For the Christmas Party” she said. “Flirty Jason. Naughty boy can’t keep his hands to himself” Veronica said in a cute flirty tone.

He was a bit embarrassed as he remembered running a hand round her waist. The excitement he’d felt as she’d responded to his touch. It was good it had stopped there. Especially when he’d found out what a bitch and a bully she’d been to Cassey. Cheating on Cassey with Veronica really would have been the icing on the cake. “I’m sorry if I did anything I shouldn’t have” Jason said and looked down. Veronica didn’t let it go. “Where is it again that you and Cassey are going for your honeymoon?” Veronica asked.

“Costa Rica” Jason said. “All booked, all paid for. We just need to have our wedding first” “And why won’t you make an honest woman of little Cassey, Jason?” Veronica asked. “Same thing as ever. Money” Jason said. “So are you hear to ask for a pay rise for her?” Veronica asked. “Not quite” He took a deep breath, then explained the situation with Cassey’s new job, and the need for the reference. He tried to sugar-coat it with some talk about how much Cassey had enjoyed working for a strong boss like Veronica but it was time for a new start. It didn’t do much good. Veronica saw through it. She drummed her long painted fingernails on her desk. Jason found himself thinking how Cassey had long stopped painting her fingers. Veronica, in contrast, was incredibly feminine. “I don’t understand” Veronica said. “I always thought Cassey was a good little girl. Now she’s gone behind my back” “It’s really not like that” Jason said.

“Oh don’t try to defend that sniveling little bitch. I’m just surprised you’re with someone as pathetic and wet as her” Veronica said, getting a little impatient. “Please don’t do that” Jason said. “That’s out of order” “At least you have some backbone” Veronica stood up. She straightened out some imaginary folds in her skirt, and tidied her thin white shirt. It was as if she was moving her breasts for him. Such a sexy pair of tits. Jason tried to ignore them as she spoke again. “I’ll give your fiancée her reference” Veronica said.

“That’s great –” Veronica held up a finger, smiling at him. “Ssh, Jason” Veronica said as she walked round to the desk, then leant back against the edge. She crossed one magnificent smooth leg over the other. They were such long legs that they seemed to reach up forever, until they got to Veronica’s crotch which was at Jason’s eye-level. “Do one thing for me, Jason, and I’ll write that reference” Veronica said.

“What do you want me to do?” Jason asked. She tilted her head to the side and ran a hand through her thick golden hair. “Give me a kiss” Veronica said. “You’re joking right?” Jason asked. She shook her head, still smiling. Her sexy pink lips parted slightly and showed off her perfect white teeth. She held out her palm. “Give me your hand” Veronica said.

She had a mesmeric way of speaking. Jason did as he was told. She took his hand and placed it on her naked thigh. It was warm to the touch. “Just one kiss, Jason. Then Cassey will get her reference and she won’t ever have to come back here” Veronica said seductively. As he felt the excitement of her skin under his touch and he looked at those attractive lips smiling at him, and the green sparkling eyes, he thought maybe one kiss wouldn’t be so bad. Then it would be over. He and Cassey could get married. “Alright” Jason said, standing up. “Just one kiss” “That’s good, Jason. You’re a good boy” Veronica said.

She kept his hand in position on her thigh, although it had crept up slightly towards the bottom of her skirt. Her skin really did feel really soft. Jason would have to get this over and done with before he did anything he regretted. He leaned forward, but Veronica placed a finger on his lips. “There’s something you should know beforehand” Veronica said and leaned forward to whisper to him. He caught the exotic fragrance of her perfume, and when she spoke, the words were warm and soft against his ear. She gripped his hand against her thigh. “I have a dick” Veronica said, whispering in Jason’s ear. Jason rocked back in surprise. “What?” Jason said confused.

“Well, don’t be rude Jason… Don’t you want to check?” Veronica said and pulled his hand up her skirt. “Get off” Jason said. Veronica was surprisingly strong and he found his hand going along her naked thigh and up towards her crotch. He panicked and tried to pull away, but she was too strong for him. Then, as he reached the top of her thigh, the palm of his hand pressed against something that shouldn’t have been there. A large bulge. He turned his head to the side.

“Can you feel it Jason? Can you feel my cock inside my panties?” Veronica said. Jason tried to pull away but she held him in place. “Just one kiss” Veronica said. “One kiss and you don’t have to feel my cock anymore. Although I’m getting hard for you, Jason. One kiss and you and Cassey can forget about me. You can stop stroking my cock even though I think you’re enjoying it” Veronica said and whispered in his ear. “Especially since you’re rubbing it all on your own…”

Jason tried to pull his hand back when he realized she was right. As he did Veronica kept his hand on her crotch and bit her bottom lip and smiled seductively at him. “Do you promise, one kiss and you’ll let me go?” Jason said. “Yes I promise” Veronica said, the word sultry and seductive. “Kiss me, Jason. And make it good”

With her other hand she pulled him forward, and their mouths met. Her tongue forced its way into his mouth, probing and pushing its way inside and around his mouth, dominating him. She moaned as she kissed him. He tried not to kiss back, but he couldn’t stop his tongue meeting hers, the two ends touching and flicking against each other. Jason instinctively grabbed her leg and lifted it up and pulled it back to him. The large bulge of her cock grew hard against his hand. She giggled as she let him go. “Someone got a little carried away…” Veronica said. There was a tent in her tight skirt. He felt a little büyükesat escort proud knowing he made Veronica aroused. “Now… About that reference” Jason said. “I’ll bring it round to your house tonight” Veronica said and wiggled her ass as she walked back to her desk then she gave him a little wave. “Bye for now” Veronica said. Cassey met him at the door of their house. “How did it go?” Cassey asked.

Jason walked past her. “She was a bitch, wasn’t she?” Cassey asked. “I knew it…” Jason ignored her and went up to their kitchen. Littered on the table were pictures of the hotel they had booked in Costa Rica. “What’s this?” Jason asked.

“I’ve been looking at our honeymoon plans again” Cassey said. “Oh, Jason, I’m getting so excited. Look at the bridal suite” She pointed out to him the picture of the oval bed, covered with rose petals. “It’s so romantic. Please tell me you got that reference?” Cassey asked. Jason subconsciously wiped his mouth. He went to the sink and started cleaning his hands. “Y-yeah I got it” Jason said. Cassey waited expectantly in the doorway. “So where is it?” Cassey asked.

Jason looked down into the sink and sighed. “Veronica’s going to bring it round tonight” “You invited her over??” Cassey said almost yelling. “All she said was she’ll bring it by and won’t come inside” Jason said. “We’ll get the reference and then she’ll leave, I promise” Jason said and turned back to Cassey. She did look cute there, with her happy expectant smile and that short black bob. He loved her so much. “Once Veronica’s gone, we can start our new life together” Cassey said.

Veronica arrived at their house as dusk was falling. Jason answered the door to her. She had changed from earlier, and was now wearing knee high boots with high heels, a short black skirt and a tight red top that squeezed her ample breasts together. She was braless and he could see her hard nipples poking through. She now had a dark red lipstick on and her mouth looked vampish. She was dressed to impress, and Jason worried that she had dressed to impress him. Hell, he thought, if he’d just seen her walking down the street, he would have stared. For a long time. But there was that secret of hers, the large bulge in her panties which she’d made him feel. Veronica coyly bit her bottom lip. “Hi, Jason” Veronica said, leaning forward and kissing him on the cheek.

“Where’s the reference?” Jason asked. Veronica pouted and raised a handbag she was holding. “In here. I’ll give it to Cassey. Where is she?” Veronica asked and tried peeking inside to see her. Jason didn’t want to let Veronica into his house. In her heels, she stood taller than him, and he was intimidated. “I can take it for you” Jason said. She shook her head, then stroked the side of his face with her hand. “No, Jason… don’t be naughty. Let me give it to her” Veronica said in a cute tone.

He led her into the kitchen. Cassey was pouring out a glass of champagne. She almost dropped it when she saw her guest walk in. “Veronica, I…I…didn’t know you were coming here” Cassey said awkwardly. Veronica swaggered over to her, her ass swaying in her tight dress, and then she hugged Cassey. Veronica was so much bigger than her that she looked like a real woman embracing a girl. She had to bend over to do it, and Jason took in the curves of her long bare legs as they reached up to her tight ass. Jason couldn’t help but stare at her ass as she walked to Cassey. ‘Remember what she has under there’ Jason thought to himself.

Veronica made a show of getting the reference from her handbag, a file saved on a memory stick. She took out a phone as well, which had a pink casing, and took a picture of Cassey as she handed it over. “I always like to take a photo of someone when they’re happy” Veronica said. Cassey was clearly uncomfortable about the presence of her bullying bitch of a boss. “Well, thanks, Veronica. I guess you’ll want to be going?” Cassey said unsure of what to do. Veronica frowned. “Can’t I try some of that celebratory champagne?” Veronica asked.

Jason could see that Cassey didn’t know what else to do. She nodded nervously and poured out glasses for all of them. “Let’s sit down and have a drink” Veronica said. She waited for Jason to sit down before she sat next to him. That put Cassey on the other side of the table. Under the table and unseen from Cassey, Veronica immediately rested her hand on Jason’s thigh. Jason looked at her begging her not to do anything. “Jason was so kind when he came for your reference, Cassey.” Veronica said.

Cassey gave a weak smile. She self-consciously crossed her arms to cover her small breasts. In response, it seemed, Veronica pushed her breasts together. They were magnificent, Jason thought. If only she wasn’t a shemale, he would enjoy running his hands over them. Veronica’s hand moved further up his leg. Jason took a quick breath in through his nose. Then she started climbing her fingers, slowly, one at a time, towards his crotch. “Jason told me how excited you are about your honeymoon” Veronica pointed with her other hand at the pictures of the oval bed in the suite at the hotel. “That’s so pretty, with the flowers on the bed. How romantic it will be to spend your first night together as a married couple. Are you looking forward to that?” Veronica asked. Cassey gave a slight nod. “It’ll be a special time together. Just me and Jason” Cassey said. “Yes, he told me all about it this afternoon. He was so passionate when he was talking about you, Cassey. He was very forceful about getting your reference” Veronica said.

Jason worried over where this was going. Veronica’s hand was getting nearer to his crotch. But what could he do? As soon as he said anything, she would mention the kiss in her office. He realized now it had been a stupid mistake. There had to have been another way to get the reference and he should have taken it. “We talked about everything” Veronica said. “Jason admitted how much he loved you, and I told him some things about myself. Something… a bit personal I’m afraid…” Veronica said as she wiped a tear away from her eye, then she gave a sad smile. “I told Jason my secret, Cassey, and I should tell you” Veronica said. “What secret?” Cassey asked as if she didn’t want to hear the answer. A ball in the pit of Jason’s stomach tightened. Veronica grinned and leaned forward a little. “I’m a shemale”

Cassey didn’t respond at first. She just looked confused. Veronica’s hidden hand flattened out on Jason’s leg, then her fingers brushed against his cock. She began to massage the top of it through the material of his trousers. “I have a penis, Cassey. I have breasts, and hips and curves. In nearly every way, I’m a woman. But between my legs, I have a penis. I’m a shemale” Veronica paused for a moment. Jason tried to move away, but she gripped his cock by the base and squeezed. He couldn’t move any further back, or the sight wouldn’t be covered by the table, and his fiancée would see that this shemale was jerking him off. “When I told Jason I was a shemale he didn’t believe me” Veronica said. Her smile went and she wiped another tear from her eye.

“He said he wanted me to prove it, so he made me undress in my office. He made me show him my breasts and my penis. Only when I was standing completely naked in front of him, showing him my cock, did he believe me” Veronica said. Cassey’s face was one of complete shock. “I can’t understand any of this” Cassey said. “It isn’t true” Jason said. In response, Veronica grabbed his cock harder. She squeezed it playfully, forcing him into an erection. “When I was standing naked in my office in front of Jason with my package hanging out, he finally said he was happy. Then he let me write the reference for you. I just wanted to tell you this story, Cassey, so you know how much Jason loves you. He made me strip so it was just me in front of him, shivering in the cold with my exposed tits and dick. He said it was so he knew I was telling the truth about giving you the reference. So there it is, and I hope you can find happiness in your new job. And I hope you can enjoy that honeymoon suite in Malibu where you can make love for hours together, as the perfect loving couple” Veronica said. With that, Veronica let go of Jason’s cock, and rose from the table. She collected her pink mobile phone.

“Jason?” Veronica said and looked at him, “will you show me out?” He had to rise awkwardly to hide the stiffness in his pants. He followed Veronica along the corridor, her ass wiggling in front of him. As they got to the door, Veronica spoke to him. “Thank you for a lovely evening” Veronica said. “Are you trying to ruin everything? I knew you were a spiteful bitch but why did you tell all those lies in there?” Jason asked. She shrugged. “Cassey knows I’m a manipulative bitch, so I wouldn’t worry too much. But I did want your little cowardly bitch of a fiancée to know I was a shemale.’ She leaned in closer to him. “And I wanted her to know that you already knew it too” Veronica said.

“Why?” Jason asked. “So she would understand this better” Veronica raised her phone. It was running a video in real good quality. Jason was horrified when he realised it showed him kissing Veronica. What was more, it showed where he was reaching under her skirt and lifting her leg and pulling it to him as he could hear the deep moans of Veronica. “You naughty boy, you were touching me where anyone could have seen us” Veronica said. “You forced me to do that!” Jason said, stumbling over the words. “Naughty boy. Flirty Jason can’t keep his hands to himself. If you want me to get rid of this video and save your marriage, you’d better come to the Randolph Hotel in an hour. I’ve booked a suite for us” Veronica said. “A suite? For what?” Jason asked.

“So we can talk. That’s all. We’ll just talk” Veronica said as she dropped her phone into her handbag, then quickly ran her hand down his cock. “Bye for now” Veronica said, giving another girly wave, before turning and walking down the steps of her house. The next half an hour was hell. Cassey was furious, of course. Luckily, Veronica had been right. Cassey was convinced that her story was just her being a manipulative bitch. Still, she had to ask Jason. “Did you really make her strip for you?” Cassey asked. “Of course not!” Jason said. “That was a pack of lies” “Then why didn’t you say more just now?” Cassey asked.

“I was too shocked. I couldn’t believe what she was saying” He hugged Cassey close. “At least we’re getting away from that bitch. I didn’t realize how evil she was” Jason said. “She’s awful, Jason. To think that she’s a… Shemale” Cassey said. “That’s right” Jason said. He thought again of the bulge in Veronica’s crotch which his fingers had pressed and massaged. He felt a little aroused. “What’s wrong? Where are you going?” Cassey asked. “I need to go out and clear my head for a bit” Jason said. He’d let Cassey go and was taking çankaya escort his coat off the peg. But he had to get Veronica out of his life. The life he was building with Cassey. He would tell Veronica to fuck off. If he had to, he would convince Cassey that the video was a fake. A clever fake, but a fake nonetheless. Then there would be no more talk of Veronica being a shemale, no more being forced to fondle her cock, or have his own dick jerked off by her in front of his fiancée. He would get Veronica out of his life.

She was waiting in the bar of the hotel. Changed again, into a slutty black dress with red stilettos. Her lipstick matched the colour of her shoes, and she had two small earrings. Her skin looked more softer than before, and contrasted with her shining green eyes. She was talking to two businessmen who looked disappointed when Jason arrived and they were waved away. “I was worried you were going to be late” Veronica said. “That would have been very naughty” She rose from her barstool and wrapped her arms around his neck. She kissed him hard on the mouth and held him there. Jason didn’t resist or attempt to push her off. “What are you doing?” Jason asked. “Being friendly” Veronica said. “I came to tell you that it’s not going to happen. Whatever you’ve got planned for the suite. It’s not gonna happen” Jason said.

She didn’t respond, other than to smile more widely. It was as if she was enjoying his defiance. “You’re so good to Cassey. You know how to treat a woman, Jason. You deserve better than that dull little tramp” Veronica said. “Don’t speak about her in that way” He grabbed her wrist forcefully. “You’re a disgusting pervert” “If I’m a disgusting pervert, Jason, then what are you? Or are you forgetting about the video?” Veronica said. “I’m not worried about that” Jason said, despite he wasn’t any good at bluffing.

“Then why are you here?” Veronica asked. She moved closer to him. He could smell every inch of her perfume and found himself staring at her red lips that broke into a smile. “Did you come here to make love to me, Jason? Did you come to the hotel because you want to make love to me like I’m a woman, feeling my throbbing cock hard in your hands as you dominate me?” Veronica said. “Shut up” Jason said. “That’s enough. I’m going to tell Cassey that video of us kissing is a fake. She knows you’re a manipulative bitch who would do anything to hurt her” Jason said. Veronica frowned. “I don’t think so, Jason” Then she gave a girlish giggle, covering her mouth with a coy hand. “What’s so funny?” Jason asked. “That reference I gave her, on the memory stick” Veronica said. “What about it?” Jason asked.

“There are videos on there. Not just of us kissing. There’s also videos of you at the Christmas Party when you placed that naughty hand round my waist and tried to get me to go to the bathroom with you. I wish we had gone there, it would have been so much fun. You could have fucked me in the cubicle as everyone went past” Veronica said and twirled her hair. “I didn’t say anything about going to the bathroom” Jason said. “Really? Because the audio says that you did. Then there’s the video of us having sex. Well, not us, but with a nice young man who looked like you. It wasn’t so hard to change the audio so instead of screaming for James, I was screaming your name. Would you like to hear that, Jason? Me screaming your name in ecstasy as you ram your hard cock up inside my ass?” Veronica said as she pulled his hand round to her backside, and pressed his fingers against her ass. He tried to pull away but she held in position. “There’s also a private video I made, just for you. A present for you, with me doing things. Putting objects in my mouth and saying that I’m imagining that it’s you. That little video was fun to make, although I don’t think it would be as fun as really feeling that hard cock of yours slide into my mouth” Veronica said and giggled again, and brushed a hand against his cheek.

“Why are you doing this?” Jason asked. She ignored him. “There’s a virus as well on the memory stick. It’ll plant a lot of shemale pornography on your computer. Proof of your perversion. I don’t think it will be too hard for Cassey to find, once she starts looking” Veronica said with a wicked smile and ran a tongue over her lips. “You really are a disgusting pervert, Jason. The things you made me do. The things you would like to make me do” Veronica pouted. “Oh, don’t look so sad, Jason. There’s a way out of this” Veronica said.

“And what’s that?” Jason asked. She held his hand tenderly. “Come upstairs with me and fuck me” Veronica said. “I won’t do that. Your lies are going to ruin my engagement. You’re going to break Cassey’s heart. You’re a fucking bitch. Not to mention that I’m not going to sleep with a shemale” Jason said.

“That’s very rude, Jason. I think I might have to be a little rough with you, to teach you some manners. Only then will I let you put your stiff cock inside my wet mouth, and only then will I run my tongue over the tip of your penis and giggle as it sends a shiver through your whole hard dick and balls” Veronica squeezed his hand. “For the moment, everything is hidden on that memory stick. There are two passwords protecting it. One will release everything I told you about. We both know it will destroy Cassey. The other password will just give her the normal reference. It’s up to me which password I give to Cassey. So what do you think, Jason? You leave here without me and destroy your impending marriage. Or you come upstairs and we snuggle up on the bed together like a couple, and make mad passionate love. Wouldn’t you like to make love to me?” Veronica asked.

Jason’s throat was dry. He didn’t know what to say. He was in a complete panic. But what choice did he have? He looked at her, this woman standing in front of him, with her tight black dress, the long slender legs and the firm breasts, her wide hips and her moist red lips that were fixed in a beguiling smile, the sparkling green eyes and the long golden hair. And the cute button-nose that wrinkled up as she enjoyed his discomfort. There was no way out. “Fine” Jason said, admitting defeat. She let out a little laugh of joy. “Oh, Jason, you naughty boy” Veronica said.

Veronica took Jason’s hand and led him to the suit. As they entered Jason saw the suite was plush, with a bottle of champagne already open and on ice. A bed sat by the wall taking up a small bit of the room and next to that on the floor was a thick rug. Veronica led him by the hand inside, and then closed the door behind them. She leaned forward and kissed him. He found himself kissing her back. It was going to be the only way of getting through it. She moaned in pleasure and ran her hands over his chest. He placed his hands on her waist and felt them travel down and cupped her ass with both hands. She leaned in even closer, and his back was pressed to the wall. She ran her hands through his hair as her tongue explored his mouth. Then she moved back, a wicked smile on her face.

“Come on” Veronica said, taking him by the hand again and leading him over to the bed. She pushed him onto it. She lay on top of his body, writhing her hips, kissing his neck and running her hands over his body. Her breasts squashed against him, and he kissed her back again. He tried to tell himself that he was with Cassey, and not a sexy shemale who was dominating him. Veronica ran a hand down to his pants. Jason was embarrassed to find he was stiffening. Veronica let out a satisfied moan. “Naughty boy… such a pervert. What does he want to do with Miss Veronica?” Veronica said in a seductive tone. Jason began to caress Veronicas ass making her moan again, then she rose off him.

She undressed. She took everything off, until she was naked except for her panties. Her golden hair tumbled down and her large breasts were like orbs, the nipples pink and hard. Jason took in her flat stomach and then there were her rose-coloured, semi-transparent panties. There was a large bulge in there. Jason was panicking over what was to come next. Veronica smiled at him, her green eyes lighting up. She ran a hand across her own panties. “Are you worried I’ll be too big for you, naughty boy?” Veronica asked. She took a step towards him so she was only a foot away. “Give me your hand, baby” Veronica asked.

Jason, tentatively, raised his trembling hand. Veronica took it in hers, and led it so it was resting on the bulge. As he touched it, it twitched in response. Veronica giggled again, and let out a little sound of pleasure. “Don’t be shy” Veronica said, holding his hand harder against her cock. “She likes you” Veronica said. Her smile had grown wider and she looked wicked. She pulled gently on Jason’s wrist, and then his hand was completely enclosed round her bulge. He had never felt another cock before hers. He was scared. It was big. Bigger than his own cock. It grew under his touch.

“Do you like it, Jason?” Veronica asked in a low tone. She squeezed his hand on top of the bulge, so he was fondling her cock entirely. Veronica pushed against him, and let out a moan as Jason was massaging her bulge. “Mmm I know you like making me feel good. Would you like to put your mouth round my cock, Jason? To feel a cock in growing hard in your mouth?” Veronica asked. Jason would never have said it, but he could feel his dick aching. He couldn’t believe it. Even though his mind was telling me that it was wrong and he was afraid of what was going to happen, his dick was betraying him.

Veronica took a step back. She hooked her thumbs into her panties, and wiggled her hips, lowering the knickers to the ground. When she stood up, Jason had a full view of her. Her crotch was completely shaved. Her cock hung down between her legs, eight inches and thick. He could see the shape of her balls as well. He gulped. “Would you like to kiss me again, Jason?” Veronica asked. He nodded knowing he had lost. “Come and be a good boy and kiss me. Kiss me here” She pointed to her flat stomach. She then beckoned him forward with her finger.

Jason thought of what was on the memory stick, and the blackmail he was going through. He had no choice. He went down onto his knees and he moved towards her. He reached forward and gave her a brief kiss on her stomach. “No no no” Veronica said, slapping him playfully. “You should be worshipping me as your goddess” She pulled his head forwards and held him against her stomach. He kissed her deeply. Her stomach was hard and flat, and he found his hands gripping onto her ass to stop himself falling over. Her cock twitched underneath him and he felt it pressing against his chest. “Mmmm, that’s a good boy…” Veronica said.

“Stand up” Veronica said in a soft sexy tone. She tilted his head up with her soft touch. “Kiss my breasts with that same passion” Veronica said. He moved his mouth to her left breast and sucked on it eagerly and ran his hand ankara escort over the other. He licked the nipple, then he bit it slightly. “Mmm” Veronica groaned. “Such a naughty boy” He sucked harder on her big breasts. He couldn’t help himself. They were magnificent tits. He told himself he was about to make love to a woman. “That’s right, baby” Veronica said, her voice cooing. She reached a hand down to his raging hard cock. “Oh that’s nasty, Jason. What would Cassey say?” Veronica asked. At the mention of his fiancée’s name, Jason backed away. Veronica pouted. “Don’t disappoint me baby. You were doing so good” Veronica said and placed her manicured hand round her own thick cock. “And I know what you really want” Veronica said.

He knew there was nothing else he could do. He leaned forward again. But this time, Veronica placed a hand under his chin and guided him to her mouth. She kissed him deeply, moaning as their tongues interlocked. She pushed her cock against his crotch, and he felt the rubbing of her cock on his she was beginning to get really hard now. He was ashamed of what he was doing but the longer this went on the more he couldn’t resist. Veronica’s kiss was so warm and wet. Her tongue flicked against his, and he found himself making a slight sigh of satisfaction.

“Good, boy” Veronica said, letting go. “I knew you’d come to your senses” Veronica said. “I can’t go any further” Jason said. “I can’t do this to Cassey” Jason looked down ashamed. “Oh, Jason, we’re going to go so much further” She took another step back. “Really, don’t you want to?” Veronica said and ran her hands over her body seductively. His body betrayed him. He moved towards Veronica, and she smiled again. She licked her lips. “Mm-hmm, we’re going to have fun together, me and you” Veronica said.

She stepped back to let him admire her body again. She played with her breasts with one hand and with the other, stroked her cock. His cock was rock hard in his pants. Then she pulled up his shirt and ran her fingers over his body. Her touch was electric, the fingernails teasing him, then scratching him. Jason found himself shivering at what she was doing to him. He undressed and stood naked before her. His cock stood to attention, and Veronica purred with satisfaction at what she saw. “Do you want to put that inside Miss Veronica? Do you want to feel as it goes inside my nice ass?” Veronica said.

Jason mumbled in reply. He couldn’t bring himself to say the words. Veronica then pushed him back onto the bed. Her weight was leaning on him, her naked breasts pushing against his chest. She began to gyrate slowly on top of him, rubbing her ass over his cock. “That’s it baby, stay nice and hard just for me” Veronica said. His dick pressed into her firm buttcheeks, hinting at entering her ass. He ran a hand round to cup her cheek and she moaned in response.

“Oh baby, you’re so hard now. Say how you want to make love to Miss Veronica” Veronica said and threw her body back a little. Her face was just above his so he could feel the warmth of her breath as she dominated him. The weight of her hips pushed him down, and as it did so, he continued to explore her ass. He ran a finger up the ridge of her ass so that it was close to her asshole.

“Mm” Veronica moaned. “Tell me, Jason, tell me how you want to put your cock up my fine ass. Tell me how you want me to ride you. Tell me how you want to see my cock all hard as I bounce around on top of you. Tell me how you want to feel the tightness of my ass massage your cock, and how you want to make it cum hard inside of me” Veronica said as she ran her hand through his hair. “Would you like to cum inside me, Jason? Would you like to see my cock cum as you pound my ass?” Veronica asked. She was moving so well on top of him. She knew exactly how to make him harder and harder. She was moaning deeply and he began to moan as well. His cock was aching painfully now. He had to fuck her. He didn’t care that she had a dick. He just had to fuck her.

She kissed his chest, flicking a tongue at his nipples as she put a hand in his crotch and began to rub his cock. “That’s it baby, you’re so hard now. You want to fuck me hard don’t you?” Veronica said and spat in her hand and reached round to her own asshole. Jason had kept his hand there and their fingers met. Briefly, they interlinked, a moment of romance. She covered his fingers with her saliva, and then he moved towards her asshole. Veronica whispered into his ear. “That’s it Jason, you know how to treat me right” Veronica whispered in his ear. He pressed the tip of his finger to the little hole, and began to manipulate it. Veronica moaned in delight as he moved his finger round then pressed it just inside. He played with her, moving it slightly in and out, and found he was enjoying her reaction.

“You tease” Veronica moaned and leaned forward to bite his ear. “Don’t make me wait for much longer” Veronica moaned. He pressed his finger right up inside her. Her anal passage felt so tight as it clamped round him that he didn’t know how he was going to get his cock in. Veronica shifted up and down, jerking herself on his finger. Veronica got off and crawled further up the bed and lied on her back spreading her ass. “Now, Jason, give me your cock. Please, I’m begging you” Veronica said and bit her lip.

She stroked his face, staring with widening eyes as she pushed down onto his rock hard cock. He forced himself inside, his dick violating her puckered ass. “Oh yes, Jason, that’s it. You’re being a good boy for me” Veronica said. She let out a long moan as he pushed right up inside her. Her anal passage clamped right round him, squeezing his dick with pleasure. The tight embrace of her warm wet asshole was better than anything he had experienced with Cassey. “Oh god” Jason said, “this is amazing” Veronica laughed. “I knew it, Jason, I knew you’d make the right decision” Veronica said.

Jason began moving slowly inside her ass. Her cock lied on her. It was so big, eight inches of hard flesh. He could see the veins and the obscene purple colour. He’d never been so close to a cock before, never even seen another erect one. Veronica enjoyed him looking, and ran her slender fingers over her cock. She wrapped her legs around Jason, so his dick went deep inside her, and she squeezed her own dick.

“That’s it, Jason, now fuck me” Veronica begged. He began to pant. He was becoming breathless from the excitement. Each time he went further up inside her, an intense judder of pleasure passed from the tip of his dick and right down through his balls. Veronica sensed it, and she used her anal passage to manipulate and squeeze him. “You’re an amazing lover” Jason said.

She leaned forward so she could kiss him. He raised his hips, and slammed his cock inside her. She laughed, her breath warm and sweet. Her breasts jiggled in front of him, and with a free hand he groped at them. “How do they compare to Cassey’s?” Veronica asked. “Better” Jason said. “So much better” He reached for her cock. He’d never felt one before, and it was so large in his hand.

“That’s it, Jason. Jerk my cock off” Veronica said. He played with her foreskin, then ran his hand down the shaft of her dick, pressing it as he went. “Oh, Jason, you know what you’re doing. Do you like it?” Veronica asked. “I do” Jason said. ‘Do it, tell me what you like” Veronica said. “I love the feeling of your rock hard cock in my hand. I love rubbing it and seeing the look of pleasure on your face as I stroke your dick” Jason moaned. “Mmmm, that’s because it feels good. How does your dick feel in my asshole?” Veronica asked.

“Your ass is so good!” Jason moaned a little louder. The pressure was beginning to build. Veronica leaned back again, and quickened the pace of her thrusting. She began to wrap her arms around his back and began to dig her painted fingernails into him. She looked so feminine and sexy, with her erection jiggling with each thrust, he couldn’t believe what was happening.

“Yes, that’s it, that’s so fucking good. You’re so fucking hard, Jason” Veronica said, her moans became more like grunts. “Unng, unnnnggg, yeaaahhh, heelll fucking yessss” Veronica moaned. “You’re incredible” Jason said. Her breasts were moving up and down and he began to raise his hips to slam up and into her more. She wrapped her legs tighter in response, and it was as if they were one. The feeling was intense. “I’m going to cum. I’m going to fucking cum” Jason said. She squealed in delight. “Oh, cum inside me, Jason. Cum hard inside me” Veronica begged.

He raised himself up, still hammering away at her asshole, and kissed her. It was a deep, pure kiss, his tongue pressing against hers, and running inside her mouth. He made frenetic thrusts, and her ass squeezed right round him, encouraging him on. Her hard cock pressed against her stomach, and the thought of that bulging member drove him over the edge.

“Oh fucking god yes Veronica! I’m cuming!” Jason moaned as loud as he could. “Me too!” Veronica screamed breathlessly, “I’m fucking cuming too!” They came together. He unleashed a torrent of hot jizz inside her as she bit on his lip, flooding her tight anal passage with cum. He kept cumming and cumming and thought he would never stop, his hips juddering with the intensity of the release. Veronica came as well, sending her cum up and onto her chest. He gripped round her cock and she moaned in satisfaction as he squeezed it, rubbing her dick as she came and came and came.

Veronica collapsed on top of him, her jizz covering her breasts and his chest. He was still inside her, enjoying the sensation of being inside her asshole. His hot semen was wet inside her warm hole, and began to slowly seep out. “Mmm” Veronica moaned “that was so good” He was overcome with the intensity of the emotion. He could still feel her penis throbbing away in his hand as she lay there spent.

She kissed him deeply, her warm mouth meeting his. “Did Cassey ever make you cum like that?” Veronica asked and gave a wicked smile as she ran her hands over him, holding the back of his neck as she kissed him again. “Never, she’s never made me cum like this” Jason said. “You’re unbelievable” He stroked her cock and she let out a little yelp of joy. “Shall we do it again?” Veronica asked. His cock was already stiffening. He played with her cock, teasing and stroking. “Definitely” he said. “I want to fuck this ass forever” Jason said.

She licked him up the chest, running her tongue over his neck, and passionately kissed him. “I’m all yours, Jason. You can do whatever you want to me. Just don’t think of that fiancée anymore” Veronica said. “You were right, I do deserve better. I deserve this. Send her the code for the virus, let her know I’m addicted to you” Jason said. “Gladly…” Veronica said and texted Cassey the code for the virus.

And he knew that from then on, he wouldn’t think about Cassey. He could only think about his new gorgeous lover, the sexy female who had forced him to fuck her, who had ridden his dick to ecstasy and made him fill her ass with his hard throbbing cock, and he knew he would never be able to stop making love to her.

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We have been lovers for around 5 years now and yet the only physical contact we have ever shared was a friendly embrace several years ago. I know one of the things that is keeping us from being lovers is that I want a relationship before we have sex… I guess in that way it is my fault, for wanting more than he is willing to give… However, during all of this time, we have both had relationships with other people, which haven’t lasted, and yet he and I have remained. If anything, we seem to become more passionate.

There are times when I can’t remember his face. But I can remember the thick deep red head of his cock. Times when I can feel him beside me… inside me. He likes me to explore my “dirty little whore” side, which exists only for him. He knows that I enjoy mild exploration into S my fingers grazing the damp aroused head. I want to feel his shaved balls in my other hand as I gently fondle and tug on them while still caressing his cock with my other hand. To lean down so that my breath tickles the head of his cock, my tongue flicking at the droplets of salty precum oozing out of the tip. My lips and teeth will run gently along the sensitive sides of his shaft as I take his cock into my mouth. The feel of it filling tunalı escort my mouth as his fingers continue to caress my nipples.

My hand moving along the shaft of his cock as my mouth and tongue continue to caress the head of his cock. I reach down and begin to stroke my dripping slit with my finger getting it nice and drenched. As my mouth continues to tease and tantalize his cock getting him closer to the brink of release, I will take my drenched finger from my slit and begin to run it around his ass. Slowly I will begin to work my finger into his tight ass while I continue to suck & stroke his cock. My finger will move inside of him against his a-spot I will rise up to suck and nip on his nipples as my hands continue to stroke his cock and his ass. I will feel the tension move through his body as he reaches his peak. I want to feel his breath against my breast as he begins to cum. I will pull my finger out of his ass as he starts to shoot his load all… to feel the powerful surge up through his tightening balls as his cock erupts into my hand and all over my tits…

As the tremors from his cock slowly begin to subside, and his breathing begins to slow slightly from the post orgasmic rush, I want him to lay me back. As he does he can begin to work his way down my body with his tongue until he ulus escort reaches my clit, which is protruding from my pussy lips displaying my arousal. I want him to circle my clit with his tongue while he runs his finger up and down my slit, which is dripping with desire. I want him to suck on my clit working me towards the brink. I want to feel his tongue plunging deep into my tight wet pussy, the tip of it flicking against my g-spot as his teeth lightly graze my clit. I’ll tug on his hair with my fingers as I pull his face deeper into my pussy … my body trembling with pent up desire. I want him to raise his mouth from my pussy then, leaving my body strung on edge as he kisses me deeply.

I want him to take the head of his again hard cock and run it along my dripping slit. I want him to look me in the eyes and tell me that he wants me to beg for him to sink his cock deep into my pussy. I want to feel the head as it just barely glides across my swollen, aroused clit. I will look him in the eyes and kiss him deeply as I wrap my legs around his waist pulling his cock slightly deeper into my tight pussy. I will beg for him to fuck me… to make love to me… to just put it in me that I need to feel him inside me. Slowly he will ease his cock into my dripping wetness. I will hear him moan at how tight and resistant ankara escort my pussy is after so long without a cock in it. He will slide his teeth along my nipples as his fingers lightly work my clit. His cock moving deep inside my pussy, his balls slapping against my ass. My teeth will nip at his ear as I suck gently on his earlobe, my nails running across his back as I pull him deeper inside of me.

He will pull back so that just the head of his cock is still inside of my pussy as he raises my legs over his shoulders so that he can thrust even deeper into my pussy. I will contract my pussy around his hard cock and run my hands down to play with his asshole. He will take my hands in his and pull my arms above us on the bed pushing deeper and deeper into my pussy bringing me trembling towards the brink. I want him to look me in the eyes and tell me that after all these years he is finally going to fulfil my wish and cum deep inside me. I will feel his cock start to swell as his balls fill with sperm. I will tighten my pussy around his cock to bring him to release and as he shoots his load deep into my pussy my body will tremble as wave upon wave of orgasm wash over me.

After his cock is spent and laying semi hard inside of me I want him to take me in his arms & hold me close to him, our hearts pounding from the power of our orgasms. I want him to gently kiss the side of my neck and say . . . well, it’s up to him what he wants to say…

I hope that you have enjoyed hearing what I want . . . I hope someday your wishes for what you want come true. . . then again, I hope mine do as well.

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A Night with her Lover

The four of them were at breakfast when Irene appeared, ostensibly coming from home. The unusually large resort style shower had allowed her to shower with Ryan, and then he’d gone ahead and gone to breakfast while she finished getting her hair and makeup done. Opening her suitcase, she’d reached in to get her normal work underwear when she felt Ryan’s hand on her bottom. Standing and looking back, he was holding her sexy see-through panties and bra from the night before. “Wear these for me,” he said holding them out for her to take.

She took them from him, looking at the bra in particular. “It doesn’t hold me very much,” she said.

“I know, you’re so hot that way.” His hand raised to her bare breast, his fingers caressing her nipple, but she pushed it away with a giggle.

“Go! Or we’re going to get distracted.”

“Uh, huh,” he grinned evilly at her. He reached again for her body, but she pushed him away. Slipping on the panties, she then positioned her breasts and clipped the bra. In essence, she was still totally nude visually, however she now had a bra and panties on.

~

“Hey Irene!” the girls greeted her when she joined them for breakfast about 10 minutes later. “Nice to sleep in your own bed for once?”

“Good Morning Ladies. Good morning Ryan,” she said, hoping against all hope that the others didn’t realize she’d just come from her lover’s room. “Yeah, always nice to get clean clothes. Did you all get set up to have laundry done? We can turn it in at the desk and it will be all ready this evening when we get back.”

“Already done,” Tina answered, although the others acknowledged they hadn’t as yet.

“Missed you in the gym this morning Ryan,” Tina casually said a few minutes later when the conversation had lagged. When she looked up, Irene found Tina looking at her. Immediately Irene’s heart jumped into her throat, but she reached over and picked up her glass of juice, taking a swallow, before she looked over at Ryan.

“Yeah, slept in a little. I think I had too much sun yesterday.” When Irene glanced around, Sherry and Lori weren’t even paying attention, but Tina was still looking right through her. Feeling guilty, feeling that Tina had figured it out, she just looked at her plate and picked up her croissant, and when she looked back, Tina had looked away.

“Irene, are you staying with us all week, or going to go home every night?”

This question she’d expected to come up sooner or later, so had prepared an answer. “Oh, I’ll go home. It’s close, and if we’re heading to the States next weekend, it gives me a chance to see my family.”

“Yeah, probably a good idea. I’ll miss my roomie though.”

~

Being that they were working from Irene’s home office, the beginning of the morning was introductions and explanations to everyone about what would soon be coming around. When Ryan and Sherry and Lori headed out almost immediately after coffee break, Irene found herself virtually alone with Tina.

“Say, Irene – if you’re going to be staying with Ryan, mind if I borrow your friend?”

Irene turned, and immediately knew that Tina at least suspected something. “What?” She said ineffectually trying to redirect the answer.

“You don’t have to pretend. I don’t think that Lori or Sherry know, but you’re not fooling me. Did you get any sleep last night at all?”

“What do you mean? Why do you say that?”

“Oh, come on, Irene. You’ve been yawning all morning long and Ryan has too. He missed working out this morning, and he didn’t even miss that over the weekend. He’s an early riser and was late to breakfast. You didn’t fool me coming in a little later, you came in through the wrong door. If you’d been coming from the street, you’d have been on the other side of the room. You were in his room, weren’t you?” Irene just nodded, after all, everything Tina had said was true.

“Did you even go home at all?”

“Yes, I did have to get all clean clothes.”

“What did Oscar say?”

She debated how to answer, just exactly what had Oscar said? He’d gotten excited when she’d told about being aroused by Ryan, he’d gotten really excited when she told him that he’d fingered her and gotten her off, and that she’d felt Ryan’s hard cock in the ocean. He’d basically told her she should have done Ryan last week and had sent her off – wearing her sexiest lingerie – for Ryan.

She stumbled in the telling to start with but ended up telling Tina everything that had happened. Going home and jumping Oscar but having to finger herself to orgasm. Oscar seeing her monster dildo; asking him to fuck her with it and having the most amazing orgasm she’d ever had with Oscar, even if it was from a toy. And then Oscar telling her to go; she even told about Oscar having her put on her sexiest bra and panties that he had bought for her, years before.

Tina seemed totally unsurprised by any of it, not even commenting on her admission of what had happened, instead kızılay escort following through on the logistics. “I think we need to say you’re staying with me this week, whether you’re in his bed or not. It’s going to be hard to have you around in the evenings and mornings if supposedly you’re going home.” She stopped and just looked at Irene for a moment. “Well? Are you going to tell me? Is it as big as we all expected? How was it?”

Irene hadn’t realized how much she wanted to talk about it with someone, “it” being Ryan’s cock, and its size, and what it had done to her. She’d thought about trying to get away for lunch to visit her friend Maria, but with the 5 of them supposedly becoming a “team”, she knew that wasn’t going to happen, and suddenly she found herself spewing to Tina. “Oh My God, Tina, you’ve got no idea. Do you know that since we arrived yesterday afternoon,” she suddenly realized how loud she was talking and glancing around, lowered her voice, “I’ve had seven orgasms?”

“Wow,” Tina responded her eyes raising in response, “and you’re still walking?”

She giggled, “and still wanting more.”

“He fucked you 7 times?”

“No, not quite. I did Oscar when I got home but had to finger myself to cum, and then Oscar did me with my toy. That was my first good O but the second of the night, but Ryan was absolutely amazing. He was asleep in bed when I got there but woke as I was getting undressed.” Irene paused, wondering how much she wanted to kiss and tell, and realized she’d already told almost everything. “Do you know that was the first time I’ve ever cum from a cock? Oscar has never been able to get me off and I’ve never done it with anyone else until today. And the thing about Ryan is that he got me off every time he put his cock in me.”

“Five times in one night?”

“Only 4,” Irene giggled, suddenly feeling a bit shy, “the last time, after the alarm went off and he was supposed to go work out with you, he couldn’t get it up again – so I did him with my mouth.”

“Oh, so you lied?” Tina said, obviously teasing.

“Huh? How?” Irene said, not understanding the tease.

“You said he got you off, every time he put his cock in you, but you meant only in your pussy.”

“No, I meant every time. He’s got a tongue that’s almost as amazing as his cock.”

“It sounds like it was a pretty amazing night.”

“Oh my god, Tina,” Irene said, turning and grabbing Tina’s arm, “I almost can’t explain it. I’ve been married to Oscar for almost 18 years, and I’ve never had an orgasm from having sex, from his cock, only if he’s fingered me. Last night, I was so horny, I wanted it bad – and I thought he’d like it and it would be good, but he just didn’t do anything for me. I was ready for it, but nothing happened. He came, and I had to finger myself to cum. And then when he saw my friend, it was like something snapped inside me. I told him I wanted him to get me off with my friend and he did. Tina, I’ve never asked my husband to get me off before, not in seventeen years, but he did – and he liked it! And then when I started telling him about Ryan, he was more excited about the possibility of me having sex with Ryan than he was about me having sex with him… And then he told me that I should go to Ryan…”

“At least he’s not jealous.”

“No, he’s definitely not jealous. He helped me pack my bag with clean clothes, including some different night clothes, and when I thought I was ready to leave he told me I’d forgotten something. He gave me some sheer panties and a bra for our anniversary a few years ago, and I’ve worn them for him maybe once, but he knew exactly where they were. He got them out and told me I should wear them for Ryan, so I did. I put them on with Oscar watching, and Oh My God, Tina, my husband watching me dress sexy for someone else…”

Tina didn’t say anything for a moment, but when Irene didn’t continue, she gently probed. “So, you went to Ryan?”

“Yeah, it was probably 3 am by the time I got there. He’d put the extra key back in the envelope, later he told me he’d done it for me, so I just let myself into his room. When he woke, he turned on the light, and he was naked. My God Irene, his cock before he got erect was bigger than Oscar. And he just kept getting bigger! I wasn’t even touching him, he was just looking at me and he got bigger and harder…” she paused for a moment.

“So, he really was big?”

“Oh My God yes, maybe 17… 18 cm’s!”

“I knew he was big, just like my husband. My husband is a little over 15 cm’s and he’s bigger than most.” Irene stopped and looked at her puzzled, and then remembered.

“Oh yeah, I forgot, you’ve had more than one.”

“Yes,” Tina nodded, “I’ve been with 12 men over the years, but my husband is the biggest.”

“It wasn’t just that he was long though. He was bigger around than my friend!”

“Really?”

“I’ll guarantee it. I’ve played with my friend for several years now, and kolej escort I know what he feels like in my hand… and inside… and Ryan was bigger.”

Tina giggled, “and he knew how to please you?”

Irene just looked at Tina without smiling for a moment. “Tina, I’ve never felt this way before. I’ve never craved sex with Oscar like this, but each time he made me cum, I wanted to do it again. I’ve been thinking of him all morning.”

~

“I’m glad you decided to stay with us,” Sherry said to Irene that evening after dinner.

“Yeah, it didn’t seem right with all of you staying together and me going home. I just needed to go home and see my girls.”

“Oh yeah, sure. Tell the truth, you just needed to go home and get laid!” Lori laughed.

“Lori!” Sherry laughed.

“Well?” she giggled back, looking at Irene. “That’s why my flight goes back through Atlanta next weekend and I’m laying over for a day. Why do you think they call it a “lay-over” anyway? Go ahead, Irene, deny that you didn’t get laid last night.”

Blushing, Irene glanced at Ryan.

“See?” she continued, “You can’t deny it, can you!”

“And with that, Ladies,” Ryan said, “I think I’m off to bed.” Standing, he finished his glass of wine, setting the empty glass back onto the table. “See you all later.”

“I don’t think I’m far behind you,” Tina said, nursing her glass of wine.

“Me either,” Irene added.

Sherry watched Ryan walk away, without looking back, before looking over to Irene. “Did something happen between you?”

“Between who?” Irene answered, feeling her heart race at the question. She tried not to show any panic, but so far only Tina knew the truth. She’d tried very hard during the evening to not show that there was anything different, but somehow Sherry noticed something.

“You and Ryan. You two have been on fire for a week and suddenly tonight you’re pretending it’s not so?” She just looked at Irene for a minute, and then said, “That’s it, isn’t it! You went home and got laid last night.” She laughed outright. “You did, didn’t you?”

“Eh – it’s none of your business, leave her alone,” Tina chimed in, but Sherry continued anyway.

“So? It shows all over her. Go ahead, admit it Irene. I would have done it if I could have gone home to my husband. You had sex last night, didn’t you?”

“Why does it matter?” Lori added, “jealous?”

“Hell yes I’m jealous,” Sherry laughed. “I haven’t gone a week without sex since I was a teenager.”

“Enough already!” Irene said, realizing that Sherry wasn’t going to give it up. “Yes. I went home and saw my husband and girls and had sex last night.” That she’d had maintenance sex with Oscar and hot passionate no-holds-barred sex with Ryan later, that had extended into doing it again that morning, she made no hint at.

“Good for you!” Sherry continued, “I would have if I could have.”

“All right. Time for this girl to go to bed,” Tina said, pushing back and standing up.

“I think me too,” Irene said, trying to let the queries of her sex life die naturally. “See you girls in the morning?”

“I think we’re coming too,” Lori said, standing up, immediately followed by Sherry doing the same. Suddenly instead of stepping out with Tina where she could discretely separate and go to Ryan’s room, all four of them were headed for the stairs. Tina, well aware that Irene wasn’t planning on staying, just led the way. They bid good night to the other two at her door, and Irene followed her inside. Tina immediately stepped over to the desk and picked up the second door card. “Here, you better keep this, just in case you need to get into “our” room.”

Irene chatted for a minute or so with Tina, just to make sure that Lori and Sherry had gotten into their room and weren’t likely to come back out, before stepping out into the hall. She walked past Lori and Sherry’s room as quietly as she could, her heart pounding, and headed downstairs. She could hear the shower running when she opened the door, Ryan nowhere to be seen. Locking the door behind her, she quickly stripping off her clothes and stepped into the bath. “Is there room for two?” she queried as she opened the shower door. Ryan just smiled, his cock already semi-erect and reached for her hand.

There lovemaking wasn’t quite as frantic as it had been the night before; they both took their time stimulating the other before Ryan, with lust in his eyes, picked up and manhandled Irene, flipping her onto her back. Standing on the floor, he slid her to the edge of the bed and lifted her legs to his shoulders. Irene reached down and guided his cock into place, a position she’d never even thought of performing with her husband. Once again Ryan fucked her to orgasm before he too completed inside her where she felt the spurt of wet heat as he came. Panting, he stood with his arms wrapped around her legs to hold her in place after he came, his slowly shrinking cock still buried inside. When his cock ankara escort slipped from her, she moved her legs off his shoulders, and he collapsed forward on top of her.

Lying on top of her, his total weight pinned her to the bed for several minutes before he rose onto his elbows, supporting himself and taking his weight from her. Looking down at her body he leaned in to suckle a nipple once again. “My god you so turn me on,” he said, shifting his head to her other nipple. She felt his cock against her belly, his hips slowly pivoting up and down as he rubbed himself against her. She could feel him already stiffening up, his perfectly positioned and increasing hardness caressing against her pussy, the subtle pressure of his cock against her clit muted just by the covering of her own skin. Mere minutes after they’d both cum, his hardness had increased to where when he slipped down, he naturally found her softness again, still wet with his own cum and her arousal. Once he buried his cock to the hilt inside her, he put his hand on her back and rolled them over, so she was on top. “Your turn,” he said with a smile, his hands rising to cup and fondle her breasts.

Twisting, pivoting, she worked him as deeply inside her as she could, until her pubic bone and clit were rubbing against him. His fingers on her breasts completed her increasing arousal until once again she came with his cock inside her. She couldn’t say it was all from fucking this time, what with his hands pinching and caressing her nipples, but once again it was without direct clitoral stimulation. From never having had an orgasm from fucking, she’d now had 5 in less than 24 hours, and before they left the following morning, they’d both had two more.

~

“Did you go home last night?” Sherry asked, when she arrived at breakfast the following morning. Since supposedly they’d gone to breakfast from different floors, it seemed to her it would possibly cause some interest if she and Ryan arrived at the same time, so she’d purposely left a few minutes before he did.

“No, why?” She responded, feeling the heat in her face as she answered, knowing that perhaps the question was related to where she’d spent the night, and what her activities had been. That she’d fallen asleep in Ryan’s arms, that he’d awoken and made love to her twice this morning, was what caused the most embarrassment. She tried to keep her face calm and impassive but had no idea whether it came across or not.

“Because you had sex last night,” she said, her eyes scanning up and down her body. Irene felt her nipples clinch at the accusation. Whether her face betrayed her guilt or not, her nipples did. She didn’t say anything, knowing that her voice would do nothing but confirm the accusation even more. “You did! Didn’t you!”

“I’m going to get some breakfast,” she said turning and heading for the continental buffet, neither confirming nor denying what Sherry had asked, knowing that despite her not saying it, Sherry knew. Lori and Ryan had both arrived when she returned with a plate, Tina arriving moments later. When Ryan and Lori almost immediately headed for the buffet she turned to Tina.

“You’re covering for her?” she asked Tina, “pretending she’s staying with you?”

“What are you talking about?” Tina responded, giving the most serious of innocent looks, but not fooling Sherry in the least.

“Don’t give me that. I’ll guarantee that if we go up to your room right now, there isn’t but just your bag there. The electricity wasn’t showing yesterday because our two love birds are trying to hide that they haven’t been sleeping alone. Does Lori know?”

Tina didn’t have to say anything because Irene, just returned from the buffet, did. “No.”

“Ok. I won’t tell her.”

It didn’t matter, by the end of the day, Lori had figured it out also. Having Lori also know made it easier. In knowing, none of the other ladies thought anything of the sparks that had been flying between the two of them seemingly having disappeared and now reappearing, they didn’t have to hide what was happening, at least from these three co-workers. And, that they headed off to their rooms together in the evening, and reappeared together in the mornings, was expected.

Being in her hometown, and needing to take care of her co-workers, reduced the amount of time that she and Ryan could have had together in the evenings. As it was, they still tried to discretely remove themselves every evening before the other three were ready to head to bed. Still, they had time, and made love at least once every evening, although after not awakening early enough on Wednesday they didn’t manage to have sex before work every day.

~

Irene was lying on her back, totally nude, under the admiring gaze of Ryan who was propped up on one elbow. His cock which had so recently plundered her once again, lay half-erect on his thigh. “Don’t you ever get soft?” Irene asked, her eyes on the tool that had given her so much pleasure over the last few days.

“What do you mean?” Ryan asked, reaching down and squeezing his penis, showing her that it had no firmness at all.

“I mean… Is that as small as it gets?” In her mind she compared, and Ryan limp was as large or larger than Oscar erect.

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The stoned-faced men standing guard were obvious to the young male slave as he scaled the monstrously high walls of the Atilius Villa. They didn’t set eyes on his lithe form as he slipped inside the main chambers that housed the Dominus and his family.

As silent as a cat, Gannicus made his way along the tiled floor of the exquisitely beautiful house. He has heard many tales spoken about the unparalleled beauty of this villa and the immense wealth of the Dominus Crixus Atilius. Panting heavily, he strode past gold gilded pillars and vast chambers shrouded in darkness. They looked like prospective hiding places but he was wary of being caught. His heart pounded in terror at the thought of being handed back to his owners. He thanked his lucky stars that he had been able to escape unharmed. He would rather die than go back to the Cassius Villa.

Approaching a chamber that was brightly lit up, he quickly hid behind a pillar before he could be spotted by the standing guards on sight. He darted into an adjacent corridor lit by a row of torches. One of the opposite walls of the corridor was punctuated with holes that one can utilize to gaze into the rooms in the hall. Attracted by the sound of music and the smell of food and something else that sounded a lot like the groans and moans of sexual pleasure, he leaned over the wall and peered into one of the holes. The sight he beheld heated his blood and awakened his libido.

There was an orgy going on in the room. Gannicus drank in the sight of the writhing naked bodies of men and women that were lost in a sensual world of pleasure. There were women who he recognized as Dominas present, being fucked in all the various sexual positions known to man by the male slaves of the villa whilst their husbands watched on or engaged in similar trysts themselves. He was so enflamed by the two slave girls who were passionately licking at each other’s cunts that he almost groaned out his frustration. It was then he set eyes on the son of the Domina of the villa, Marcus Atilius. He was furiously pumping his cock into the arse of Illithia, the wife of the great General Cornelius of the fifth legion of the Roman Army. She was moaning and writhing underneath him in encouragement.

Gannicus wanted to remain and watch but he knew he needed to find a place to hide before he was detected. The orgy was an indication that the other rooms in the villa were probably empty. He could hide into one of them till morning and find a way out of the villa. He planned to earn enough money for him to be able to leave Capua for good. His fate laid elsewhere and not in remaining a slave for the rest of his life. Jupiter was his witness; he was not going to die a slave! Carefully, he opened the door of the next chamber in the hall and silently closed it. Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he felt the cool steely edge of a dagger thrust painfully into his back.

‘Put your hands up and slowly turn around before I drive this dagger into you,’ the husky sound of a female voice hissed into the room. ‘Do it now,’ she snarled when he seemed to hesitate.

Gannicus cursed under his breath at his carelessness and proceeded to do as he was told. He slowly turned around into the brightly lit chamber and faced the woman who had his life at her mercy. She took a step back as they stood face to face and he sucked in a breath of wonder at the ethereal beauty he beheld. The dagger that now pointed at his stomach was long forgotten. He was transfixed, enchanted, a hypnotic spell woven around him and he was helpless to stop the smile that slowly curved around his lips. He had stepped right into paradise because this was how he had always pictured angels looked like.

‘Quit smiling, you brute!’ she hissed, her eyes flashing sapphire fire, they were truly the most magnificent colour of blue in existence and Gannicus wanted to stare into their depths for all eternity. ‘What are you doing here, slave? Are your owners attending the orgy?’

Gannicus shook his head, forcing himself to sober up as a brilliant plan began to form in his head. ‘My name is Gannicus Canius and I’ve escaped from the Cassius Villa. There are guards who are scouring the streets in search for me. They are ordered to kill me on sight.’

The ferocious expression on her lovely face softened somewhat but the dagger was still in place. ‘Why did you escape?’ she enquired in a neutral voice, her gaze intently fixed on his face.

‘I had committed a grave crime and wasn’t ready for the punishment my Dominus wanted to inflict and so I made a run for it and scaled the walls of the first villa that came in sight,’ he answered her honestly, maintaining eye contact in order to convince her that he spoke the truth.

She finally dropped the dagger, an indication that she believed him. She sauntered to her bed and sat on the edge. ‘What crime did you commit?’ He chose to ignore the question. Leaning against the wall, he asked one instead. ‘Pardon me for asking but who are you?’

Even though he fairly had a good idea who she was, he wanted to hear her confirm emek escort it. He has overheard Marcus bragging several times that he had the most beautiful sister in the entire Roman Empire. He hadn’t been exaggerating. She was blessed with the most exquisitely beautiful face with deep soulful eyes, an upturn nose and a sensual mouth that was made for kissing. She had auburn red hair that was piled high atop her head and held together by pins. Wayward tendrils of that silky hair framed her oval face and fell around her slender, swan-like graceful neck. Her peach silk dress opened to show her generous cleavage. The flimsy dress didn’t do much to cover her thighs and her long legs. Staring at this siren alone aroused Gannicus in a way that made his already hard cock throb for release. He ached to be buried in her softness, to be lost in her feminine beauty as they brought each other untold pleasure.

His gaze travelled back to her face and the primal lust that pounded at his loins must have been visible on his face for her own eyes clouded with an unreadable expression.

‘My name is Lucretius Atilius,’ she replied in a slightly breathless voice. ‘I am the daughter of the Dominus of this villa.

Even her name sounded like a sensual delight designed to drive a man crazy. Was there anything about this fascinating creature that wasn’t appealing? The plan he had devised was not going to be difficult to execute at all.

‘Tell me, Gannicus,’ she began softly, pulling her long beguiling legs up the bed, ‘give me one good reason why I shouldn’t have you taken back to the Cassius Villa.’

‘It would be in your best interest to keep me here, alive, where I can give you what you crave,’ he whispered huskily, eyes boring into hers suggestively.

She smiled, surprisingly revealing a pair of dimples and his heart skipped a beat. He was hooked and he didn’t know how to escape, wasn’t even sure he wanted to.

‘And what is this desire of mine?’

He ambled over to her bed and picked up the book that she had been leafing through. It was a book that contained erotic images, vividly depicted in a way that made them seemed alive. Beside it lay a marble dildo which he also picked up and waved in the air with a wicked grin. ‘Isn’t it obvious? The reason that you are cooped up in your room planning to pleasure yourself instead of joining an orgy is because—’

‘Is because unlike my brother, I’m not an exhibitionist,’ she cut in tartly. ‘I have no desire to have sex in front of several people. I have no shortage of lovers. What were you going to say? That I’m need of a man to take care of my needs instead of doing it myself…’

‘I was going to say that you need me to take care of your needs,’ he growled in a low voice, gently sitting on the bed beside her. He caught a waft of her scent and a shiver of arousal ran down his spine. ‘I am unlike any lover you have ever had, Lucretia,’ he breathed seductively. ‘I have the capability to fulfill every fantasy you’ve ever had, every forbidden desire, I can take you to places you never knew existed but have been yearning for. Just give me the chance to prove it you, right here, right now,’ he finished on a sigh, gaze transfixed on her lovely face.

She stared back at him for a while before getting up from the bed and turned her back on him. She was contemplating his words, he thought. Gannicus knew without a doubt that she was going to say yes. His seductive charms have never failed him and they never would.

Deep breaths, Lucretia… deep breaths, she muttered to herself, wringing her hands anxiously. She closed her eyes and exhaled loudly, the action seemingly bringing her a measure of calmness. What was she going to do? Did she want to give in to his proposal? Stupid question, she did want to give in. But should she? She had never been with a slave before but this one was more tempting than any she had ever met. And a troublemaker to boot apparently.

Turning around, her heart rate picked up its pace as she saw him taking off his shirt. Oh she wanted this slave alright. He had the face of a god and a body that rivaled the fittest of gladiators. His face was angular, features chiseled to perfection, golden brown eyes that made her heart flutter every time she gazed into their depths. He was a vision to behold, a magnificent man that was made to be lusted and coveted by women of all status. She licked her lips and proceeded forward as he threw his tunic on the floor. Her mind was made up. Lucretia Atilius was going to devour this delicious treat.

‘Let’s see if your actions are as impressive as your words,’ she husked lightly, straddling him. She moaned unapologetically as her drenched sex connected with his hard throbbing prick. Her hands held on to his wide muscled shoulders as their eyes collided on a hot gaze, the burning desire in hers reflected his.

‘I am going to rock your world,’ he avowed with a grin. ‘Now kiss me.’

She wasn’t about to be told twice. Lowering her head, she covered her mouth with his and their lips merged in a passionate eryaman escort kiss. Lucretia moaned low in her throat as he snaked his wet tongue in the hot cavern of her mouth and curled it around hers. She felt as if she had been transported into another planet were only pleasure existed and nothing else. His mouth dueled with hers; their tongues tangling savagely.

Everything seemed to disappear for Lucretia as she kissed Gannicus over again and again. His taste was more intoxicating than the most potent of wines and right at that moment, she was drowning in lust, consumed with the need for more. His hands caressed her silk-covered back with an expertise that made her shiver with delight. Then they proceeded to roughly cup her soft buttocks as she wantonly rocked against his huge erection.

Suddenly, he roughly pushed her away, his heavy panting breaths marching her own as he stood up and faced her. He ripped her dress and threw away the tatters as he was in a hurry to behold her naked form.

Gannicus tried to see clearly through the fog of desire that clouded his vision. Had he ever been gripped by such a strong hunger to possess? His brain was finding it difficult to process the absolute naked beauty that stood before him. He was surprised by the fact that his hands were trembling as they touched her soft skin. He slowly ran his hands over her abdomen until his fingers began to caress the undersides of her breasts.

Those generous creamy breasts rose and fell with each labored breath she took. Pink nipples jutted out invitingly, begging for his mouth and proving to be too much of a temptation for him to resist.

She groaned out loud as he bent his head and sucked on the erect nipple almost painfully. His enjoyment at giving pleasure was almost as great as hers. He continued to suck relentlessly as her erotic moans further enflamed him. His hand travelled down her abdomen and tentatively touched her sex. She was hot and wet and so soft that he almost came in his pants. He stroked her for a while until the desire to taste consumed. He unceremoniously threw her on the bed. She lied on her back. Her lovely face flushed to a bright red, her eyes shining brightly with desire. Her nipples were puffy from his attention. Her creamy skin gleamed in the torch-lit chamber. Her sexy legs were wide apart, exposing her swollen red cunt and erect clit. Gannicus closed his eyes and prayed for control. How his cock ached to be buried in her feminine softness.

With two hurried strides, he was seated on the bed between her legs.

‘If only you could see how beautiful you look spread out before me as you are,’ he said in a voice that had turned gravelly with arousal.

Before, she could respond to that, he slipped two fingers into her slippery softness. She gasped out loud, almost bounding off the bed when he rotated those fingers inside of her.

‘Gannicus,’ she breathed. ‘Fuck me please.’

He grinned, the wicked bastard he was enjoyed her sexual agony greatly. ‘Not yet.’

He removed his fingers from her burning pussy and rubbed her cream all over her breasts. As she watched him with wanton eyes, he slowly licked his fingers.

‘Mmm… delicious,’ he moaned. ‘Such beautiful tits … could drive a man crazy.’ He licked her breasts, biting at her nipples, holding her hips steady as she writhed on the bed.

‘I want to fuck you so badly,’ he husked in her ear. He captured her mouth in a deep kiss before she could reply.

He abruptly pulled away and regarded her under his thick long lashes.

‘Lick me,’ she whispered softly. ‘I want to feel your tongue on my pussy.’

‘Beg,’ he demanded wickedly, mouth hovering above her wet sex, she could feel his breath on her sensitive aroused flesh.

‘Please, Gannicus. Lick my cunny.’

Gannicus almost fainted as he kissed her soft vaginal lips. Her cream was a delight on his taste buds and he wanted to lap as much of it as he could. His tongue flicked over her clit and then latched on to it, the desire to suck it was overpowering and he gave in. Her cries of passion as he pleasured her made him feel invincible, as if he had just defeated the champion of Capua and was the strongest gladiator alive.

‘Oh I’m coming, Gannicus,’ she announced breathlessly, right before her body began to quake powerfully in the throes of her orgasm. He eagerly devoured all the delicious wetness that gushed out of her sex. He couldn’t seem to get enough of her taste. He pulled away and made a hasty work of removing his pants.

Lucretia whimpered faintly as his massive cock sprang free. Her vaginal muscles clenched violently and another mini orgasm racked her body. She stared in fascination as he roughly stroked the large prick.

‘See how hard my cock is for you,’ he growled out, briefly closing his eyes, obviously savoring the pleasure that his hands brought him.

She knelt on the bed as he did and slanted her mouth over his, moaning in her throat as his addictively potent taste crept into her being. Her hands ran the extensive length ankara escort of his back, loving the hard feel of muscles below the soft skin. Her fingers trailed down to his hard buttocks and her hands gripped the hard cheeks. His chest rumbled and she knew he liked that.

She reluctantly broke the kiss, wanting to acquaint herself with every inch of his magnificent body. Her hands caressed his chest softly, kissing his neck, deeply inhaling his spicy scent. Her pussy juices began to flow anew as she licked his erect nipples. He chanted her name as if it were a prayer and Lucretia couldn’t remember ever feeling this glorious, ever feeling this deeply connected to another human being or wanting one with the gut-wrenching desire she felt for Gannicus.

She took hold of his cock, loving the way it throbbed hotly in her hands. Her eyes riveted on the beautiful penis. It was harder than iron and smoother than the finest of leathers. The slit in the bulbous head was moistly covered. Her fingers trailed down the heated pink flesh filled with the red blood of an aroused male. He closed his eyes again, groaning in tortured pleasure as she stroked him. Lucretia ached for more, yearned for his essence. Bending down, she took him in her mouth. Her tongue licked the head as her mouth got accustomed to his girth. The taste of his pre-cum wetted her appetite for more. She took all of him in her mouth and began to expertly suckle.

‘Jupiter’s cock!’ Gannicus cursed out loud, his brain scrambled with pleasure. ‘Lucretia, my cock in your mouth feels like paradise… it feels so good, my venus.’

Determined to drive him over the edge, one of her hands began to fondle his sperm-filled balls delicately whilst the other wound around his tight buttocks. She used two of her fingers to penetrate his arse-hole. He gasped and growled out in ecstatic abandon, shaking from head to toe. His hands tangled in her hair as he urged her on.

With the way she was finger-fucking his arse and sucking on his cock, it wasn’t long before his release came. He shouted it out, depositing large globules of hot delicious salty spunk in Lucretia’s mouth and she greedily swallowed to the last drop. She resumed her kneeling position, returning the satisfied grin he was wearing on his sinfully handsome face.

‘Are you ready to be fucked?’ he husked crudely.

Her eyes darted down at his cock and returned to his face in surprise. ‘You are still hard.’

He gently pushed her on the bed and she dropped flat on her back. ‘You don’t have any idea how much I want to feel that juicy cunt of yours around my hard dick now do you?’ he rumbled out, parting her legs.

‘I think I have a clue,’ she rejoined saucily, her eyes lighting up with longing. Jupiter, she was beautiful, he thought in admiration. Her hair had rebelliously escaped its pins. It gloriously spread out on the white sheet, the silky tresses forming a halo around her face. She bit her bottom lip, inhaling sharply as his fingers went around her thighs in preparation for his invasion.

‘I am going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.’ His words were punctuated by the deliberate penetration of his cock. ‘I am going to bury my dick so deep in your pussy that you will never want me to pull out.’

‘Just get on with it already,’ she growled out impatiently, getting frustrated by the fact that he still wasn’t fully inside her.

‘Be careful what you ask for,’ he warned teasingly as he rammed the full length of his aroused cock deep within her tight hungry cunt.

They groaned in unison at the bliss the delicious contact brought. The soft confines of her warmth enclosed him snugly. He slowly started to move. Lucretia arched her back and let out a moan. Her hands circled his waist; urging him to move faster. Their eyes met and held. He increased the tempo and watched with pleasure as her face twist with ecstasy. They built a rhythm. She marched him thrust for thrust.

All the pent-up longing and desire that had been building inside her since the moment she had set eyes on this wonderful man were fast approaching a zenith of no return body.

Without warning, he pulled out of her channel and flipped her over face down. Gannicus groaned with renewed lust, staring at her upturned buttocks. His hands travelled down her back and molded her softer than silk ass-cheeks. Her whimpers of delight mingled with his pants of impatient need.

‘You have the most perfect ass I have ever been fortunate to touch,’ he praised gruffly, fingers digging into the soft flesh. ‘It is so round and smooth… sexy as hell.’ He spread soft kisses all over the twin cheeks. His tongue darted inside her crease and delightedly licked the puckered hole. She wreathed underneath him, screaming and yelling as the sensations his tongue ignited consumed her totally. He continued to lick and suck until she begged him to take her again.

Breathing hard, his cock entered her from the behind in one powerful thrust. He rammed into her again and again with such brutal force that the bed creaked in protest. Gannicus was out of control, thoroughly ruled by his unbridled lust to fuck her until they both couldn’t move. Her vaginal muscles clenched around his pulsating prick almost painfully and he completely lost himself in the mind-blowing pleasure that being buried inside her brought.

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A mentally and physically exhausted Bobbie Jo Hottinger rested wearily on the sweat stained sheets of her cockroach infested, New York City motel room. It had been an emotionally battering whirlwind for the 23 year old mother of four as she tried to force herself to sleep over the sounds of drunk men wandering up and down the motel’s corridor and the searing screech of sirens, every so often, from the Bronx street below.

Feeling the tears of her own self-loathing burn her eyeballs, Bobbie Jo silently sobbed, praying that the sounds of the urban jungle outside wouldn’t wake her two boys and two girls as they slept restlessly on the floor beside her.

Less than two weeks earlier, Bobbie Jo had still been living in her hometown of Bristol, Tennessee, running the strip with her friends, making time with the truckers that frequented the I-81 truck stop on the outskirts of town and generally doing the best a country girl could do, to do as little as possible with her life.

The welfare checks that came ever month to help support her four kids combined with the occasional financial support she weaseled from her folks and the money she picked up for services rendered in the cabs of those tractor trailers kept Bobbie Jo from ever having to actively seek out a real job.

The fact that she had given birth to four kids in less than six years, all to different Fathers, might have seemed outlandish to the outside world, but for a nameless girl from small town America, she was just another aimless face in the crowd.

What had led Bobbie Jo from the comfort level she had established at home to the rodent and insect infested motel room over 600 miles away was a mistake in judgment she had made three years earlier. The fact that she had slept with more men than she could count was something that Bobbie Jo took a strange sense of pride in. The one glaring lapse in judgment she had made over the years however was sleeping with a handsome blonde boy, who at the time was 18.

That boy, Brian Kenner, had one certain trait that most of the men that Bobbie Jo hooked up with didn’t, an actual chance at a decent future. Even though he had sown his wild oats, just like most of his classmates growing up, Brian was from a stable and well off family that engrained in him a belief that one day he would make something of himself.

When Brian had, by chance, met up with Bobbie Jo one night on the Bristol strip and then found himself in Room 118 of the Motel 6 back in the Summer of 1998, neither thought anything else other than a good time would come from it. Instead, the only time the two ever shared a bed resulted in the conception of Bobbie Jo’s second child, her first daughter, who she named Noelle.

Despite the fact that Brian had initially begged Bobbie Jo to get an abortion, he warmed to the idea of Fatherhood despite the fact that Bobbie Jo wanted absolutely nothing to do with him. Brian’s ‘clean cut’ image made her look bad in the eyes of the circle of friends she normally hung with, Bobbie Jo reasoned.

After finally caving in to the wishes of his parents and deciding he would never be able to make a dent with Bobbie Jo’s warped mind, Brian chose to enlist in the Army.

With his two year commitment behind him, Brian used to GI Bill to help pay for his first year at the University of Tennessee. Even though there was an occasional swapping of photos and phone calls between Father and Daughter, the two never got a chance to spend any substantive time together until Brian returned to Bristol after finishing his Freshman year at college. It was then that Bobbie Jo’s depraved lifestyle finally began to catch up with her.

Even though he had sent a letter a month earlier saying he would be back to see Noelle on the 10th of May, Brian was able to push his exams up to the start of the week so he could leave for Bristol a few days earlier to see his Daughter. What he found when he showed up early and unexpectedly at Bobbie Jo’s trailer wounded him to the core.

In the three subsequent years since Brian and Bobbie Jo had conceived Noelle, Bobbie Jo had proceeded to give birth to two other children bringing her personal maternal tote board to four.

When Brian swung open the unlocked screen door of Bobbie Jo’s trailer and proceeded to enter the ram shackled residence without knocking, he was immediately inundated by the overwhelming stench of fecal matter, urine and marijuana smoke. Holding his hand up to his nose the same way he was taught to in the Army in case of a tear gas attack, Brian quickly scanned his eyes across the poorly lit interior of the trailer until he locked eyes with Bobbie Jo and a teenage boy, each sitting half naked on the sofa with a joint between their lips.

His eyes burning, both from the putrid odor of the room as well as his own mushrooming anger, Brian instinctively looked to his right when he heard a baby start to cry and saw all four of Bobbie Jo’s children, including Noelle, sitting off to the side, each one of them forced to wallow in their batıkent escort own filth as their Mother rested drunkenly in the arms of some nameless Stoner a few feet away.

“WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS!” Brian yelled, the veins in his neck straining grotesquely as he tried to keep from reaching out and choking the Mother of his child.

“FUCK… YOU,” Bobbie Jo screamed back just as loud, if not slightly more disjointedly. “DON’T YOU KNOW HOW TO KNOCK YOU SON OF A BITCH!!”

The pot smoking teenager Bobbie Jo had been gallivanting with on the sofa had quickly grabbed his shirt and shoes and beat a hasty retreat as Bobbie Jo and Brian stared each other down, sensing this was something he wanted no parts of.

For the better part of 30 seconds, Brian just wretched as he watched Bobbie Jo sitting on the sofa, dressed in nothing but a yanked down halter top that revealed her heavy, sagging breasts and a pair of way too short cut off jeans. Sickened by what he saw, Brian angrily spat on the ground at Bobbie Jo’s bare feet then went to pick up his unbathed Daughter to give her a reassuring hug. Bobbie Jo somehow picked her limp and buzz laden body off the sofa and charged at Brian as he picked up Noelle.

As she laid in her New York City motel room, dazedly reliving that awful moment, Bobbie Jo winced in silence as the stinging smack Brian delivered to her still resonated across her still bruised but healing face.

* * * * *

Brian Kenner’s older Brother, Tim, had been a deputy on Bristol’s Police force for the past five years. When Brian had communicated to Tim the situation Bobbie Jo’s four kids were forced to live in, Tim immediately placed a call to Social Services.

In the meantime, Bobbie Jo resisted the urge to place any assault charges against Brian for striking her, sensing he had the upper hand after catching her in such a compromising position. The fact that his Brother was a cop as well made Bobbie Jo feel as if the cards were indelibly stacked against her.

She had never thought for a moment that Brian would do anything so low as bring in Child Welfare to investigate her child rearing abilities. When two agents from Social Services showed up unannounced at her trailer early one Thursday Morning however, and saw for themselves the conditions she had subjected her four children to, Bobbie Jo sensed clearly the tide was turning against her.

In her paranoid haste to keep from having her kids taken away, Bobbie Jo pooled every last dollar she could and took her children to the bus station with the sole purpose of buying a one way ticket for as far away as she could.

Less than 24 hours later, Bobbie Jo and her two sons and two daughters looked out the Greyhound bus’s window to see the New York City skyline tower above their morbidly stoic facades.

* * * * *

As Bobbie Jo rubbed away the combination of sweat and tears that coated her cheeks and listened to the sounds of her four kids’ fitful sleep, the young woman made a desperate prayer to God that her children would not be tainted by the mess that her life had become.

Laying there in the humid darkness, Bobbie Jo tried her best to mentally detach herself from the brutal emotions that stabbed at her heart. In lieu of concentrating on those feelings however, all she was left with was the throbbing physical residue of what had happened to her earlier that night at work.

* * * * *

Upon arriving at the Port Authority two weeks earlier, with no money in her pocket except for the $20 bill and elderly couple had slipped her after sensing her dilemma on the bus, Bobbie Jo realized that finding a job, any job, would be a necessity if she didn’t want to have to crawl back to Tennessee and potentially lose her children.

There thankfully happened to be a “Help Wanted… Start Immediately” sign in the window of a Dry Cleaners on the same block that Bobbie Jo found the first low rent motel that would take kids under the age of 16.

Hired on the spot when she went in to apply, Bobbie Jo experienced a double jolt of good fortune when an older woman, who lived down the hall from her in the motel offered to look after her four kids while Bobbie Jo worked the 4 pm to Midnight shift at Kim’s Cleaners.

Still, the accumulated internal and external conflict that had built up around Bobbie Jo kept her from the one thing she so desperately needed, a good night’s sleep.

Laying there listening to the sounds of her own raspy breathing mingle with the intimidating noises outside of her cramped quarters, Bobbie Jo could still feel the burning sensations of the bite marks on her neck and breasts that would surely develop into nasty black and blue hickeys by sunrise. She could also feel every muscle in her back and legs ache from the ridiculously rough treatment she had gotten earlier that night at work.

For nearly an hour, Bobbie Jo rested there reliving the depraved act she had been coerced into doing earlier that night until the only relief she could beşevler escort find was when her tingling and shaky fingers nestled warmly into the chestnut brown V of her hairy cunt.

* * * * *

The night has started out relatively the same as all the others had during her two week stint at Kim’s Dry Cleaners. It wasn’t until Bobbie Jo had snuck into the Boss’s vacant office around 10 pm, during one of her breaks, to make a secret long distance call back to Bristol, to her best friend Cherise, to see what the climate was with Brian attempts to get Bobbie Jo’s kids taken away, that she ran into problems. After Bobbie Jo hung up the phone and started to sneak back out of the darkened office. her night took a sudden and sharp detour.

Bobbie Jo’s hastily concocted plan over the previous two weeks had been to use the phone in the Boss’s office, long after Mr. Kim had gone home for the night, to call her friends back in Tennessee to determine if it was safe yet to return to Bristol with her kids.

Working the late evening shift, Bobbie Jo was relatively safe in feeling she could sneak in to use the phone, then sneak out undetected. Figuring she’d be on her way back home by the time the phone bill showed up at the business, Bobbie Jo was confident her little plan wouldn’t be discovered until long after she had departed. Even if worse came to worse, she reasoned, she could quit that job and find another one before the phone bill showed up.

What Bobbie Jo hadn’t counted on was the fact that two of her fellow co-workers, a pair of 19 year old Puerto Rican boys named Raoul and Ivan, had gradually caught on to the new girl’s secret routine.

Having memorized the layout of the room, Bobbie Jo hadn’t even bothered to turn on Mr. Kim’s office light as she raised her cigarette sized flashlight to the top of his desk and quickly punched the 10 digit number to call Cherise back in Tennessee.

The two women had talked for the better part of five minutes when Bobbie Jo sensed she better get back and prepare to resume her shift. Unable to get any other information about her quandary from Cherise, Bobbie Jo took a distressed deep breath as she hung up the phone, the realization of having to spend another week a New York slum drilling her in the gut.

“Another Fuckin’ week in this Fuckin’ Hell Hole,” Bobbie Jo bristled to herself as she switched off her penlight and tiptoed her way towards the door to leave.

Just as she was about to emerge from the darkness of her boss’s office and back towards the main work area, two huge shadows passing in the dim yellowish light of the hallway caused Bobbie Jo’s heart to shoot directly into her throat.

Before Bobbie Jo’s blurry eyes could re-adjust to the light, she immediately knew who was standing outside in the hall from the thick Latin accents that echoed between the narrow concrete corridor.

“What do we have here?” Raoul brazenly cooed, flexing both his arms outwards, as if they were wings, as Bobbie Jo emerged from Mr. Kim’s office.

“Who do you got in there with you?” Ivan asked, peeking over Bobbie Jo’s shoulder to see if the young Mother of 4 was perhaps sharing some illicit activity in the privacy of the Boss’s office.

“No one’s in there,” Bobbie Jo answered defiantly. “Nothing… is going on in there!”

“So what are you saying Lady,” Raoul quipped, “that you took a wrong turn?”

“I bet she’s back here smokin’ crack, Raoul,” Ivan chimed in, causing Bobbie Jo to helplessly fume even more than she already was.

“Crack… ,” Bobbie Jo replied weakly, as if she didn’t fully understand what the Puerto Rican boys were insinuating.

“Nah… Ivan… she ain’t like that… Girl ain’t got no drug habit,” Raoul gristled sarcastically. “Remember… she’s got four kids… only thing she’s got a habit for is sex with any guy who gives her a sniff,” He laughed, watching with sick pride as Bobbie Jo’s eyes turned to pools of fire.

“I… I… am… I’m not… ,”Bobbie Jo stammered as she tried unsuccessfully to force her feet between the two boys so she could get back to the safety of the main work area.

“All the way up here from where… Tennessee,” Raoul continued, as if Bobbie Jo wasn’t even there to defend herself. ” All the white folk down there… she’s gotta hate it being surrounded by so many of us… colored peeps. “

Blushing from dazed and awkward embarrassment as the two Latin Boys nailed her feelings, tendencies and weaknesses on the head, Bobbie Jo rolled her tongue fiendishly across her front teeth, desperately trying to contain her anger as well as the biting urge to spit right into both Ivan and Raoul’s youthful, smurking faces.

“It don’t mean she ain’t aroused by it though, Raoul,” Ivan chimed in brightly.

“Guess you can be turned on by something that disgusts you… huh,” Raoul’s eyes brightened as well, as he saw for himself the evidence of Bobbie Jo’s morbid fascination.

A clear and foreboding sense that she was out of the loop, ankara escort as far as understanding what the two boys were talking about settled deeply into Bobbie Jo’s craw until she instinctively looked down in shame and saw for herself the reason for Raoul and Ivan’s joviality.

Each one of her cherry sized nipples were jutting shamelessly out of the front of her sweaty tan tee-shirt, and as she stared embarrassingly at them, they continued to grow right in front of her blank brown eyes.

“Jesus… Christ,” Bobbie Jo sobbed to herself as her entire physical and emotional being went limp.

“MMMMMM,” She heard both boys gleam like rabid dogs as they looked on.

The blood vessels inside Bobbie Jo’s head pumped like pipes at Hoover Dam, causing a nonstop flow of blood to speed through her thick body, saturating her breasts and the soft pink inner lining of her vagina.

Desperate to conceal the glaring evidence of her strange arousal, Bobbie Jo attempted to raise her hands to cover her endowed chest, but her arms seemed entirely too heavy to lift.

As if they were calculating sharks, deciding just when the right time to start picking at a bountiful feast would be, Raoul and Ivan seductively raised their own hands towards Bobbie Jo, and each took turns pinching the white woman’s throbbing nipples through her sweat soaked tee-shirt.

Stunned by the boys’ forceful and rude advances, Bobbie Jo attempted to swat away Raoul and Ivan’s rapid grasps but all she succeeded in doing was causing her two large breasts to flop around like fleshy melons inside the loose fitting restraints of her misfitted bra.

Bobbie Jo’s mind went blank as the sudden and overwhelmingly poignant scent of feminine arousal began to permeate to cramped hallway, causing the front of each teenage studs’ jeans to puff out as if a tent pole had been erected inside.

“I knew you were addicted to sex, Bitch,” Raoul haughtily whispered between gritted teeth as he leaned in towards Bobbie Jo and cruelly nibbled at her beet red ear.

Bobbie Jo immediately felt as if the dam that had been holding in her willpower had now been complexly reduced to rubble as the context of the 19 year old’s stud’s broken English filtered into her senses.

“I… am… not,” Bobbie Jo mouthed distantly as she fought back the deluge of bitter tears that welled in her eye sockets. Realizing it was frivolous to fight, the young white slut internally surrendered, collapsing heavily against the cinderblock wall behind her as Raoul and Ivan toyed with her body.

* * * * *

Sensing the clear and unmistakable dominance over the shell of a woman in front of them, each one of the Puerto Rican teenagers looked over his shoulder to make sure the coast was clear before closing in fully on Bobbie Jo’s withering frame.

A surreal sense of powerlessness swept through the white woman’s cowering body as she looked through her slitted and tear soaked eyes, watching with disbelief as two pairs of dark brown hands grabbed her by the waist and in an instant, ripped her shorts and panties down to her feet, leaving the paralyzed Southern Whore standing at the end of the long dimly lit hallway, naked from the waist down.

Having surrendered so completely to the inevitable, Bobbie Jo made no attempt to cover her fury mate of dark brown pubic hair as both Raoul and Ivan stood there gawking, each fervently massaging their penises through the faded denim of their blue jeans.

“You wanna fuck this fat Bitch?” Raoul beamed as he openly palmed his crotch. “Or you just wanna leave her here like that… with her drawers down around her ankles?”

“Hell… Dawg… might as well stick a dick inside of her while we’re here… with everything that’s been through that cunt… I’d hate for it to think we didn’t want to at least come in for a few minutes and say ‘Hi’? “Ivan replied. “Who knows… maybe we can knock the Bitch up too. “

Raoul and Ivan’s words were nothing more than a jumble of Latin accents as Bobbie Jo blankly felt the sensations of the superheated air of the dry cleaners coagulate around her exposed pubic V. Feeling as if the two Puerto Rican boys had somehow merged into one faceless demonic force, Bobbie Jo meekly turned her head to the side in defeat as Raoul grabbed her by the upper arm and forced her back into the pitch black darkness of their boss’s office.

A shrill mewing gasp seeped out from Bobbie Jo’s parched mouth as her surroundings went blank. She could feel each boys’ hot breath cascade down against her reddened cheeks as her heart rapidly pattered.

Raoul’s hand was still savagely dug into the flesh of Bobbie Jo’s upper arm when Ivan joined his grip to the white woman’s naked waist and collectively, both boys spun Bobbie Jo’s body around 180 degrees, with such ease, that it appeared she had been standing on a swivel.

An instant later, Raoul and Ivan’s hands released from Bobbie Jo’s skin only to jointly press into her tense shoulder blades. Feeling the two sets of clenched fingers dig horribly into her back, Bobbie Jo felt her shirt get lifted all the way up to her neck a second before both studs pushed her violently forward, causing her to yelp out loud when her suddenly exposed breasts were pressed into the unforgiving hardness of Mr. Kim’s interior wall.

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It is the writer’s assertion that all characters in this and any subsequent stories are 18 or over.

Jay’s Mom is a nice looking woman, now in her forties she is a pillar of the community, she regularly goes to church and teaches at pre school. She comes home one afternoon to find she is alone and decides to relax kick back and have a few beers.

As she was on her own for a change she decides to strip off and put her clothes in the wash before taking a shower, she sat on the settee just in her knickers enjoying the last of her beer and as there is no chance of getting laid she started to play with herself teasing her nipples running the beer bottle up and down her pussy with only the thin fabric of her knickers between the bottle and her flesh, then pulling her knickers aside she began to uses it as only a woman can.

She runs the bottle up and down her flesh enjoying the cold of the bottle against her hot pussy before she started to push it into herself bringing herself off several times and filling herself more and more with the bottle, as her last orgasm rips through her body she pulls off her knickers and slams the bottle in and out as hard as she can just dreaming it was a hard cock slamming into her.

As she comes down off her pleasures she composed herself before getting up from the couch and goes and have her shower not thinking she was going to be disturbed.

While she was in the shower Jay her 18 year old son and a few of his mates come home and boys sit down one of them finds the pair of knickers that the Jay’s mom had forgot to put in the washing machine, he quickly sniffs them and enjoys the scent of the pussy they had recently had been covering. Before anyone noticed he shoves them inside his jeans against his cock enjoying the feel of the material against his hardening cock. The other boys knew he has a bit of an obsession with women’s emek escort knickers as he has three older sisters and there are knickers everywhere in his house. he just couldnt help himself.

While the Jay gets his mate some beer from the fridge the guys turn the tv on and flick through the channels finding a Bluetooth links to a nanny cam.

They all laugh about it as Jay comes back and he wonders what is going on the he sees the guys are watching what that he thinks is a porn clip or something. he starts to watch but soon realises it’s his mom playing with the bottle pushing it in and out of her pussy with abandon and his mates are really getting into it and a couple of them start rubbing themselves through their jeans.

Jays mom finishes her shower not realising Jay and his mates had come home and walks in the lounge with just a towel wrapped around her body.

Jays mom is surprised seeing the guys on the settee and then looks at the tv and is horrified at what the boys are watching.

She try’s to get them to stop watching it but with just a towel on she had a hard job maintaining what dignity she had left with them.

She left the guys and her son watching her on the tv and put on a very conservative underwear and a summer dress returning to the lounge and tried once again to stop the boys from watching her sexual activity but one of the Jays friends says no and tells her if she doesn’t strip and perform for them he will post the footage on the web with just a few clicks of the smart TVs remote.

Jay try’s to stop it but the others are now far to horny to let a chance like this pass.

Jays mom realises she has little choice and agrees to strips for them as long as Jays mates promise to stop playing the recording. They agree and Jay’s mom starts to dance for them removing her dress, posing in her bra and knickers.

But eryaman escort the guys wanted more and she finally agrees, taking off her bra then bends over pulling her knickers down until she is completely naked.

She grabs her clothes and holds them in front of her to hide herself from the prying eyes of her son and his friends but she knew really it it wasn’t going stop there, as the boy with the remote puts the new recording on for all to see. Asking ” What else do you think she should do for us, Jay?”

Jay looks at his mom naked apart from the bundle of clothes she was hugging so tightly as if her life depended on her not dropping anything.

“Leave her alone! She has done enough get out of my house.”

But his pleading fell on deaf ears as his friends had gone this far and then one of them hands Jay’s mom another bottle suggesting that she repeats the performance from the nanny cam while he takes his erect young cock from his jeans and begins to massage it and she couldn’t take her eyes off it as it seemed to double in size in just a few strokes.

She forgot that the footage from the Nanny cam couldn’t be posted to the web without her password and without it, it was a closed system. But as she was somewhat turned on by the sight of these guys playing with hardened cocks she did as instructed and plays with herself using the beer bottle that had been handed to her, she begins to pleasure herself pushing the bottle in as deep as she could then she looks at her son who just looks on in dismay.

Some of the guys start to toss themselves off and one gets the idea of Jay’s mom helping him.

At first she resists but a couple of the guys start to tease her with their cocks rubbing up against her naked skin, she grabs one of them and starts to play with it as she somehow gets forced to her knees and all of them have ankara escort got there cocks out and the one with the remote is now filming on his phone. The mom starts playing with the guys blowing them off and playing with each of there energetic cocks, this leads to each of them fucking her while Jay just watches somehow turned on by the situation. This goes on for some time and each of the guys have been fucked or sucked. Jay’s mom is full of youthful cum and has been well used but picks herself up and goes to the bathroom to clean herself up.

Once washed and fresh once again she returned to the living room where her sons friends had left. But Jay has the video of her sexual encounter playing. She goes to turn it off, but Jay asks. “What about me? Holding his hard cock out for his mom to pleasure.

“How about a private show just for me or do you really want this footage plastered all over the net?” Jays mom is shocked but he looks so like her late husband she gets his cock in her hands and is amazed how much he has grown since she last saw him naked, she pumps on him for a few minutes and he just keeps getting harder and harder, then takes him into her mouth and sucks on his hard cock taking every inch into her mouth and down her throat, he is almost ready to bust and begins to shake as his cum builds up inside his young hard body, but what he wants most is for her to fuck him until he spurts his cream deep inside her and she begs for more.

His beautiful mom gladly obliges and this time she plays to the camera while riding her sons solid cock until she feels Jay explode inside her making her orgasm so much more pleasurable.

Once done she cleans his cum soaked cock with her mouth making him moan in a mixture of pleasure and pain but he doesn’t want it to stop.

“Your dad always liked that also.” She says as she flicks the tip of his cock with her outstretched tongue.

Then she smiles at him lying there content and tells him to bring his friends over more but next time charge them for the pleasure, after all that’s what your dad did for me, after all we do have your university fees to pay next year.

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