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cum showerYears ago I was working as a shower fitter. Most jobs took a few days as we did it all, water,electrics,tiling, so by the time we finished we’d have been in the customers home for a couple of weeks.I was sent to this job which was a nightmare. But the woman was nice, curvey, quite a bit older than me and a bit of a tease.We often had clients, women, make suggestive comments, but were warned by our boss that there was never, ever to be anything between us and a client. Do so and be found out and you’d be sacked, there and then. So needless to say nothing ever happened.This particular job was turning in to a real drama – everything that could go wrong did.Our client was quite understanding and helpful. The one morning I asked her if she’d mind emptying her bedside draws as I had to lift floorboards behind her bed. She just pulled out the draws and left them on the bed, having to rush off to her work. She told me to leave everything she’d put it all back when she got home. Great. She left and I pushed back the bed and underneath it were copies of escort magazine. You horny bitch I thought to myself. So what’s a horny tradesman to do, read the mags of course! I was well turned on by the time I flicked through them and thought I better get on so I gave the bed a good shove an the draws she’d put on the bed fell off spilling the contents. Nickers, bras and a small collection of dildos and vibrators. Now I’d come across stuff like this before, but they’d always been in houses with a him and her. This client was a single white female and for some reason this was more sexy than normal. Way more. I could help myself but imagine her using these toys whilst viewing the pictures in the mag,I was rampant by now and started to handle the toys, becoming envious of them even. I imagined her pussy being spread apart as she pushed them in and out, wetting them with her juice. I wonder if she then licked them clean afterwards. I became so curious that I sniffed them, and there wasn’t a hint of her scent. I bet she did.It became too much for me and I went off to the toilet with one of her mags and wanked furiously over the best look-alike picture of her. It wasn’t long at all before i was shooting my spunk over the white porcelain of the hand bowl. Not one of the best wanks, but a most satisfactory one.Later on, just as I was leaving she came home and I apologised for leaving her with a mess in the bedroom, but she did say she’d tidy up and as I left I mentioned that her draws had fallen over and I’d put everything back in one. Knowing that she then realise what I had found.As I walked away she shouted after me that her boyfriend would be there tomorrow so if I could restrict myself to downstairs jobs that would be appreciated.The following day I turned up as normal, and she offered me coffee before starting. We exchanged pleasantries and she mentioned again that her boyfriend was going over and could I just work downstairs. As she left the kitchen she mentioned that she’d put everything away after I left yesterday.I was curious about what she would have thought when she realised that I had seen her porn collection and toys, but I couldn’t see anything in her face. nothing!Later on the doorbell went and in came her boyfriend, He was much older than her. She introduced him to me and made us a coffee. He took an interest in the work I was doing and held on to her waist, telling me that she was his, in his hunter/gatherer way. She kissed him, passionately, very passionately. I could see him look uneasy. Obviously not comfortable with having me there.I said, “well I better get on” and quick as a flash she said to her boyfriend, “yes you better GET on” and gave him a squeeze in his croch area.They both went upstairs and I heard some music come on. It was obvious that they were going to be making love and that he wasn’t at all happy at having me in the house.I was in kitchen doing some plumbing and you could here the bed start to creak. I couldn’t stop smiling to myself to think that only yesterday I was in that same bedroom looking over her porn collection and her toys and today she’s got the real thing.Soon there was sarıyer escort a rhythm to the bed. He was in. He was stabbing her with his dick, spreading her lips, giving to her what I want to yesterday. Lucky bastard. Then I thought, why not, I could easy sneak up and listen better, so I did. I crept the stairs and could hear her moan and groan and give her lover encouragement to go on, go on. This was so sexy. The woman who yesterday I was wanking over was feet away from me getting fucked for real.I positioned myself outside the bedroom door and I swear I could hear each sloppy push in to her he made. Then the door opened slightly, not fully, hardly at all, but now I could hear everything. I could hear him panting, I could hear the slapping of thighs, the slippy sound of erect tissue sliding into a willing pussy. Fuck this was way more exciting than any porn mag. I wanted to get my cock out and wank it in time with him, wishing I was him, wondering if I could last better than him.Then I could hear him cry out that he was coming, which was immediately greeted with a not yet from her. “Too late” he cried and with that the bed noise stopped.I could feel the dissatisfaction from where I was. And that was outside her bedroom with a raging hard on. What if she got up – fuck – what would I do. And then my worse nightmare was realised, she did just that. I heard her push him off and get out of bed. Shit. Blind panic ran through my veins. I just bolted into the front bedroom. Hoping that I could hide there – that this situation would go away. She didn’t see me go in as she just went straight into the bathroom. I heard him shoot out after her that he was sorry, and she shouted back whatever. Obviously not happy. There was another exchange of words. I wondered how I could make good any escape from my bedroom hide out. With my tool belt in hand I made a bit of a noise. The front bedroom contained some materials and I picked up one, turned and went to go back downstairs. It was obvious I was there and being caught trying to hide would be the worse so I figured that I’d pretend I needed something. She came out of the bathroom and looked straight at me. I lifted up a box as if it were a shield. “I needed this” I said in my defence and she just looked at me whilst repositioning her dressing gown. I had a all too brief flash of her ample tits and surprisingly hairy pussy. I had become transfixed. I hadn’t expected her to be so hairy. Hairy didn’t do anything for me, but somehow I immediately imagined how matted and musty her pussy hair must now be, after sex, how his cum would be dripping down along her lips. And as these thoughts went though my mind my dick exploded into life and strained to be released.All of this took seconds but seemed to last an age. I heard her say something like I need that as well and she went back into the bedroom. I shot past the open door making good my escape downstairs and heard him ask if she had been talking to me and what was I doing upstairs. Shit I thought I was in trouble. But no. A few minutes later her boyfriend came down the stairs and straight out though the door. It slammed shut.Almost as immediately she came down stairs, still in her gown. I apologised for having cause any embarrassment and she told me not to worry but she had asked me not to have come upstairs.I said I was sorry again and she huffed. Then without any warning she asked, was I listening at the door. I was rocked. I mean the question wasn’t unexpected, but it did take me by surprise. “Well”? she demanded. “Were you? I mean you’ve been through my nicker draw, you’ve riffled though my mags and my toys” she continued, “I bet that what you do, wank off in customers nickers”. I can’t deny there’s been a few I’d have loved to, but this questioning was deep and by a woman who moments ago was fucking not feet away from me, and who had just flashed her body at me.There was nothing to it. I was as hard now as I was yesterday, as I was moments earlier. “Look at you” she yelled, “you were wanking off, you are still hard” and with that she moved forward towards me. I blurted out something esenyurt escort about being sorry and then, and I don’t know why, I said that I’d last a lot longer than her boyfriend and that I’d know how to treat her right.She grabbed my wrist, lifted it and pushed in my hand to her breast. Her nipple was hard, very hard. The areola felt bumpy so I flicked back the gown and it exposed a huge brown areola. Much bigger than I thought I’d seen. I bent down to suck at it and she push forward so that the whole area entered my mouth. It felt lovely. Her nipple swelled more and she moaned, quietly.Reaching around I held her around the small of her back and pushing forward made her arch her back more which pushed up her breast even more. Nibbling on her nipple made her squeal and she said not to mark her so I rolled my tongue around them which seemed to bring out new sensations in her. When I looked up she had disrobed and was naked in her kitchen. We kissed and her tongue darted around my mouth. I lowered my arm and held tightly on to her bottom. This turned her on more as she probed my mouth further with her tongue than it had ever been before. Dropping my other hand to hold her other buttock I forced apart slightly her bottom. I could just about trace her cheeks with my finger tips, I felt the tightness of her bottom and she stopped probing my mouth with her tongue. She pulled back and looked at me. I think it was at that point she decided that we were going to fuck, because before you know it she had my zip down her hand in my pants and a vice like grip on my erect cock.”So did you then”? she asked, “Did i what” I said, “Did you, you know what, when you found my mags”? And I don’t know why but I told her exactly what I did when I found her stash and her toys. All the time I was telling her this she was squeeing me harder and harder. By now my hands had slipped enough to the bottom of her cheeks so that I could slip a finger right under the entrance to her pussy. It was indeed very wet, very wet with her juice and his spunk. Now she had one hand on my throbbing cock and another hooked around my neck. “Tell me what you’d do then, tell me why should I let you fuck me” she said as she hung there. “tell me what you thought as you wanked off over my stuff, as you just listen to me getting fucked”. As she said this i slipped in a finger. It was easy. her lips offered no resistance, and she seemed to drop down a bit more, trying to get my finger deeper. So I told her about being excited at seeing her vibro and how I imagined her using it. She demanded to know more and as I told her I flicked back and forth my finger, which was getting wetter and wetter by the moment. I told her how I imagined her thrashing on her bed as she turned the pictures of the mag until she found one that she had to orgasm to.She was now almost pulling me down to the floor. I thought she was going to get down on me, but she made no attempt to. I had 3 fingers in by now and just by wriggling between each other she was shaking.“do you want to fuck me” she whispered in my ear, and I said what do you think. I thought we’d go back upstairs to her bedroom, but she said “here, do me here”. I think she wanted it on her kitchen table, but I knew I wasn’t tall enough or big enough to do that so I turned her around to do her doggy style. She leaned forward and I dropped my trousers. Her hand reached under and I slid in. There was no resistance at all. I slipped it in and out with ease. Reaching forward I tried to play with her nipples but she lay, pressed to her table, so I was unable to reach. We pushed back and forth and I asked her to tell me what it was that she liked about the mags. She wasn’t keen to tell me at first, but I ask again and she mentioned she like looking at other women’s pussy, wondering what they did when they were getting fucked. The more she told me the more I was excited and the more I pushed into her. She must have noticed this as she became less embarrassed by tell me this and was now telling me all sorts of stuff.As I push in and out of her she became so wet that I slipped out more than once. avrupa yakası escort Each time was greeted with a muffled complaint and a hand would appear from between her legs to glide me back in. This one time it happened I just let it slide up between the cheeks of her bum. “”No, NO” she said, “not in there”, meaning no anal. Fair enough I thought but she did have a lovely bum hole, so as I pushed back into her pussy I held open her cheeks, exposing her tight hole. It now shone with the mixture of her wetness and her lovers cum. I told her how lovely it looked and how it highen’s the pleasure of lovemaking sometimes to have it played with. “Tell me” she said, “let me show you” I answered and with that I moved one finger around the outside of her hole. There were no complaints so as I rhythmically rocked backward and forwards, I circled her bum hole and occasionally, and with great care, pushed in just the very tip of my finger. Each time I did it was for seconds, nothing deep, nothing too long.Each time I did she let out crys and didn’t tell me to stop so I didn’t. I noticed that she had stopped telling me what she liked in the mags and then I noticed she had placed both hands beneath her. “What you doing” I asked, “Don’t stop, please don’t stop” she cried. “What you doing?” I asked again,and she said she was flicking her self off. I loved it, she was playing with herself as I fucked her. “Tell me more” I demanded. “Tell me more of what you like”. Her words were short and muffled. “Are you nearly there”she said moving her head to one side, trying to see me. “Nope ages to go” I said, not sure if that was the truth. “Why are you?” I asked. Like I had to, she was. “Oh god I am going to come” she said as she started to shake. I could see her bottom tense up and tighten. I knew she was coming now as her legs started to shake also so I dropped a globule of spittle on to her bum hole and pushed in my finger to the first joint. “Fucking hell” she scream, “I’m coming, I;m coming, don’t stop don’t stop”, so I took that to mean she like her bottom being fingered as well so I didn’t stop. Not going any deeper, but with more frequency I fingered her bum and felt her shake to a rocking orgasm. As it subsided I pulled out my finger and tried to restart fucking her. Both arms came around from under her and she shouted “no no” She pushed me away. It was obvious that I wasn’t going to get my orgasm. I stepped back and looked down. My cock was covered in another mans cum mixed with her pussy juice.“you are still hard” she said and dropped to her knees. I though that she was about to suck me off but instead she rubbed me all over her face, wiping off all the wetness. “Wank for me” she asked, looking up at me. I would have much preferred to cum inside her, or have her suck me dry, but by now anything was acceptable. “Then let me come in your face”, I begged. “No cum on my tits” She directed. “well help me then, play with my balls” and she did as directed. Moments later my sack tighten, which seemed to get her excited and I shot a load over her breasts, and some managed to get on her chin, to which she recoiled from.There was an awkward moment as we just looked at each other and then she gathered her dressing gown up, flicked over her and was dressed as I stood there, naked from the waist down, with a twitching cock, dripping the last bits of cum from the end. I felt embarrassed and exposed. Do you want to clean up she said, and I pulled up my trousers and made my way upstairs to get washed. I heard her come up behind me, and she was telling me something about the time and how we’d been fucking for ages. We had. She had gone into her bedroom and I asked from the doorway if we were ok. She said we were but it would be best if I left now for the day. I agreed and couldn’t help but stare at the huge cum stain that was soaking through her night gown by her tits. I had indeed cum heaps!As I drove away. coming the other way in his car was her boyfriend. Thank god I thought to myself that he hadn’t come back sooner, and then I laughed to myself. Wonder what he’d make of his cum covered girlfriend.The next day I went back to finish off the job. Not knowing what to expect. perhaps a repeat. Nope. She had a friend over for coffee when I got there and later went out for the day. and the day after that she was at work. I did however see her around several times after, and we often spoke, but not of that afternoon. Shame.

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Mark Caldwell met Jessica Bradley in high school, where she was a year behind him. After graduating, they both went to the same college. During her sophomore year, his junior year, they were married and a little over a year later, Joshua was born in March.

Bill Taylor met Carol Reese in college. They were married during his senior year, her sophomore year and just over six months later, Shawna was born.

As it turned out, Shawna was born just two months after Joshua, and the two families ended up moving to the same neighborhood in the Montgomery, AL. area In fact, their houses were right next door to each other, and that is where the two families first met each other. Joshua and Shawna were both six years old and just ready to start in the first grade at the local school. They became each other’s best friends and grew up taking care of each other, and getting in to and out of trouble together. Where one was, the other could usually be found.

Joshua started really taking notice of girls when he was fifteen, but would not be allowed to date until he was sixteen and six months. It was the same for Shawna, except she started thinking of such romantic things as weddings when she turned fourteen.

Than came the year when they turned sixteen and everything changed. The company that Mark worked for went out of business and he was left without a job. The house had to be sold to be able to make ends meet, and the Caldwells moved to an apartment complex on the other side of the city. It seemed that the two friends would never see each other again.

Mark did find a new job after a few months looking and they again were able to take care of their responsibilities, but the banks would not finance him for the money needed to move back into a house. They had to stay in the small apartment, and make do as best they could.

Joshua was in a different school, but never forgot about Shawna. Although he knew that it was very unlikely that they would ever see each other again, and even if they did, that she would probably have moved on, dating other guys, he just couldn’t bring himself to go out with anyone. He had known that he was in love with her before he left and always would be, even if he would never see her again.

At his new school, he stayed to himself for the most part. He never bothered to ask any girl on a date even after he was allowed to. The only ones to celebrate his seventeenth birthday, if you could call the subdued atmosphere in the apartment that day a celebration, were his parents and himself. None of them were really in to it, least of all Joshua. Jessica was worried about her boy. She could see the loneliness and sadness in his eyes, and at one point nearly asked him if he wanted to stop the party. After the cake and ice cream was served and the presents opened, things just sort of fizzled to an end anyway. Jessica excused herself and went to her room alone so that the two men in her life wouldn’t see the tears she would shed for her son. That night, as Joshua lay in his bed, he buried his face in his pillow to quiet the sobs he unleashed as the tears flowed from his own eyes.

The next fall after his birthday when school started, Joshua was approached by a classmate. His name was Dean Beaumont. Although he knew Joshua only fleetingly through classes, the senior was the type that cared about everyone within his sphere of influence, so as they stood next to some lockers after the last period, Dean asked Joshua if he would consider going on a double date with him and his girlfriend. Joshua thanked him for the offer, but refused the date.

“Josh, you need to get out, dude,” Dean said as they began to move down the hall and out of the school “This loner thing you got going is not doing you any good.”

“It isn’t happening, Dean,” Joshua answered.

“Man, I’m beginning to worry about you. It seems like you don’t want anything to do with anything or anybody. What’s with that?”

“It’s just not my scene, alright?” Joshua was starting to get angry. “This is not my place, man. I don’t have a place anymore, and I’m not sure I ever will have again or even if I want to.” He paused. “Shit!”

“Sit down, Josh,” Dean said as they reached a set of benches just outside the school

“Why?”

“I said sit down!” Joshua sat. “There’s something more going on isn’t there? Look. I know that it can be hard moving to a new school and all that, but you’ve been here a year. No one takes that long to get acclimated. Talk to me Josh. Tell me why you are blocking everyone out. I’m sure we can figure this out.”

Joshua calmed himself before finally speaking. “I know you mean well, Dean, but this isn’t a problem that can be gotten rid of with a few nice words. You can’t help.”

“Just talk to me, man. Even talking can at least get things straight in your head. What the hell happened to make you so anti-social?”

“It’s not that I’m anti-social. I just don’t want to bring others down with my bad mood and all.”

“Then why the bad mood?”

Joshua thought escort izmit for a bit then decided to open up. Maybe talking about it would at least ease his mind. Besides, if Dean knew, then maybe he would stop pestering him “Her name is Shawna Taylor,” he started.

“Oh,” Dean replied. “A girl.”

“From the time I was six years old, she was my best friend. We played all kinds of games together, explored the woods at the park near our home together, got into trouble together, and out of trouble. She is everything in the world to me. If I had stayed where I was, I’m sure that we would be dating each other and getting into a lot more trouble together. I miss her terribly, and there can be no other. I love her more than anything, and I can’t and won’t give that up. If I end up without anyone the rest of my life, I’m okay with that. But for me, she is my one and only, and I can’t date anyone else.”

“Wow,” said Dean. “Okay, I understand. I won’t try to get you to date anyone anymore. But can I ask you for a favor?”Dean related how his girlfriend had had her heart set on going to a prestigious concert at the nearby college, but he had to be out of town that day with his family for a reunion. He asked if Joshua would consider escorting her to it, no date, just seeing to it that she was escorted safely to and from the concert with dinner beforehand. Money was offered, but Joshua said that he couldn’t take it as it wouldn’t be proper, although he would let him pay any and all expenses.

He took the girl to the concert, and while the girl enjoyed the classical music, he hid his feelings, putting them as deep inside of him as he could. At the end of the “date,” he held her hand and gave it a light kiss, and wished her a good night. That was all the contact that was made between the two.

That night, he lay on his bed again letting the tears quietly flow from his eyes. Music, he thought, had a way of intensifying ones feelings. He wished that the girl sitting next to him had been Shawna and would have felt more comfortable being at home alone with his grief. His loneliness came out in the tears he shed into his pillow. It seemed to him that love was a coin. He only knew the one side: the side of pain, and he was sure that he would never experience the other side: the side of ecstasy. That side, he had reserved only to be felt with one girl. A girl that he couldn’t see.

From that point on, he became known throughout the school as the “safe date,” willing to escort the lady to whatever function, no ties and no sex. The single kiss of the girls hand became a bit of a trademark, and before long, the question was asked often if his lips had touched a girl’s fingers. Often, the affirmative reply was said rather dreamily. It never occurred to him that his signature wish good night was having an effect on the recipient. Girls began to seek him out just for the opportunity to have that kiss and he often found himself taking many of them to one function or another, so it seemed to his parents that he had moved on as he seldom did not have someone whom he was escorting somewhere. Jessica stopped worrying about his mood, and started worrying about whether he might get one of the many girls he took out pregnant. Though he was not happy, he had learned how to hide it very well, unless one looked closely at his eyes. The sad loneliness was still there, though buried deep. Only when he was alone in his room and his parents were fast asleep, did he allow the tears to come and drench his pillow.

Without any real friendships to take up his time, he became quite studious. He enjoyed electronics most, and within a few months, was able to repair even the most complex equipment. The school even brought their stuff to him when it broke down. He charged for the work, but kept his prices reasonable, and soon had a good start on saving for the car he wanted to buy.

The summer after Joshua turned eighteen, he tried get a job to help raise more money for the car he wanted, and went around the city to put in applications. After weeks of looking, he started to get discouraged, but kept trying. It was on one of these trips that one of the biggest events of his life happened. He had been getting nowhere and decided to see if his father was free for lunch. After entering the offices of Bailey and Carter MFG and making his way to Mark Caldwell’s desk, he could see that one of the repair people was working on his dad’s computer while he looked on.

“Hey, dad,” he said. “What’s up?”

“Computer broke down right in the middle of a rather important job. I’m hoping that they can get it running without losing all the work I’ve already done.

“Oh,” Joshua replied. “I guess you wouldn’t be able to go to lunch, huh.”

“Sorry, Josh. I need to stay here in case they get it fixed so that I can finish. We could lose the account otherwise.”

“That’s okay. Mind if I stick around? I’d like to get a ride home after you’re done for the day if you don’t mind.”

“Sure. No problem.”

With that, Joshua sat in the izmit darıca escort extra chair and started to watch the job the repairman was doing. He could tell that the man was unsure of himself as he studied the different circuit boards and the myriad of wires that filled the interior of the computer case. Still, he seemed to be doing alright, so Joshua didn’t say anything.

While he watched, Joshua tried to mentally tell the technician what he should do next. He would usually make the right connections and Joshua kept quiet until one connection was made that was a crippling mistake.

“You realize that will blow the circuit board, don’t you?” he asked.

“Sit there and mind your own business, kid. I’m the one who’s trained on this stuff.”

Joshua continued to watch until the man finally put the case back on and attached the screws. The man then plugged it in and Joshua moved his foot so that it was beneath the plug. The repairman then pushed the button to turn the computer on and as the power was restored, it began to spark.

As Joshua quickly pulled the plug with his foot, the power faded, and the sparks slowly died. He looked at the repairman, but kept his mouth shut. Instead of saying “I told you so,” he simply shrugged his shoulders.

“Shit!” exclaimed the technician. He bent to unplug it again then saw that the plug had been pulled. He again pulled the screws and started pulling off the case. “Oh, fuck,” he said when he saw the inside. “Mr. Caldwell, this thing is fried, now. If your son hadn’t distracted me, I might have gotten it working, but it’s completely gone now.”

“Could I give it a shot?” asked Joshua.

“Don’t you think you’ve done enough already, kid?”

“If it’s as bad as you say it is, I don’t see how he could make it worse,” said Mark. “Besides, I did hear him tell you that you were making a mistake, and that was the only thing that he said to you. Why don’t you let him borrow your tools and see what he can do?”

The repairman relented. What he didn’t know that both Mark and Joshua did was that Joshua had been repairing all kinds of electronic equipment for nearly a year. As he began to work, Mark excused himself and went and talked with other employees.

Joshua could feel the eyes of the repairman watching him as he worked. He ignored it as best he could and before he knew it, half an hour had passed. A gentle cough in the otherwise silent office space caught his attention. He looked up to notice that many of the people that were working at their desks were watching him. Now nervous that he might be thrown out for working on his father’s computer without authorization, he started working as fast as he dared to correct the problems that had been present before the technician had been called and also those that he had caused.

Finally, Joshua put down the tools and pushed the case back in place. He reached down and plugged the machine in without attaching the screws, then gently pushed the power button. The computer came to life and whirred with the renewed power. He ran through a few programs and testing diagnoses before he was satisfied and replaced all the screws. His father was once again talking to people around the room, but this time as he came up to each person, Joshua noticed that they were pulling out their wallets and handing him bills. It dawned on him that his father had made a number of bets that he could fix the machine and he felt a sense of pride that he had thought enough of his ability to not only trust him to fix it but even bet that he could do so.

The repairman gathered his tools and left with a huff. But it wasn’t long before he was back and this time there was another man with him. The repairman didn’t look happy as the two entered the office of the manager. After a few minutes the man left, and he was obviously not happy about something. The one he had come back up with was still in the office.

Joshua waited for his dad to finish the work on the account that had been interrupted by the computer failure. Before he finished, the manager, Mr. Brown, came out and asked him to come into his office. Joshua sat in the chair by his father’s desk with his heart pumping. He knew that this had to be about what he had done, and he hoped that his dad wasn’t in trouble because of it.

The door was closed to the office of the manager. Joshua sat in his chair, one leg bouncing nervously. Finally, the door opened and his dad motioned him to come in. “Oh, shit,” he thought. “How much fucking trouble am I in now?”

Joshua nervously entered the manager’s office, feeling the sweat in the palms of his hands. “Joshua, this is Mr. Brown. He’s the office manager, and he wants to have a word with you. This is Carl Bender, the immediate supervisor of the I.T. department, and the supervisor of the repairman that almost fucked up, Uh, sorry, messed up my computer.”

“How do you do, sir?” Joshua asked politely.

“Fine, Joshua,” Mr. Brown replied. “You caused quite a stir here today.”

“I izmit rus escort didn’t mean to cause trouble, sir.”

“No worries, lad. It seems it was quite entertaining to a lot of the staff.”

“Chad, uh, he’s the guy that was working on your father’s machine,” started Carl, “isn’t well liked around here. He’s just not very good at his job and he’s got attitude problems. But due to his relationship with higher ups, we couldn’t fire him unless we had something that really screamed incompetence.”

“It seems you provided that, son,” Mark said.

“Definitely,” Carl continued. “I mean, if he couldn’t fix a machine that was proven to be fixable by a high school aged boy, that’s gross incompetence. So, he’s out. That also means that we have problem. We have a shortage of I.T. people as it is, but with Chad gone, we will have all sorts of difficulty getting things done.”

“That’s where you come in, Joshua,” Mr. Brown said. “We need people who know what they’re doing with electronic equipment, and you’ve proven that you have that knowledge. I understand that you still have a year left of high school.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, until school starts, we would like you to work here full time. Once you are back in class, Carl has volunteered to come in on Saturdays to work with you. It will be only half a day, but it will keep you in the know about what’s going on here, and we will also be sending equipment to you for you to take care of at home. So what do you say? Would you like to work here?”

“Yes, sir,” Joshua nearly jumped at the offer.

“Good,” said Mr. Brown. “You will report next Monday to Carl. Why don’t you show Joshua where he will be meeting you, Carl, and make sure all his paperwork is done?”

With that the meeting ended and Carl told Joshua to follow him while his dad went back to complete his work.

Joshua couldn’t believe his luck. He had gone in only to have lunch with his dad and get a ride home, and now he had a job that he thought he just might really enjoy. Carl had given him the tour of the place and assigned him a locker in the I.T. room. He was required to buy his own tools, but Carl said that he would help him by providing some extras he had until he could get his own. He was one step closer to having the car he wanted.

“Josh,” Mark said as they were in the car on the way home. “I want to ask you for a favor.”

“Sure, dad.”

“Son, I need to tell you a bit of a secret first, and I don’t want you telling your mom, okay.”

Joshua began to worry. He had noticed the women that worked in the offices at Bailey and Carter, and the way that many of them looked at Mark and flirted with him. Certainly his dad wasn’t going to tell him about some torrid affair, was he? He had heard his parents through the thin walls of the apartment and new that they had sex nearly every night. How could his dad keep that up if he were having an affair? Still, he couldn’t get the picture out of his mind of the way some of the very attractive, hot, even, female workers had acted around his dad. “What is it, dad?” he asked nervously.

“I’ve been working on a little project, Josh. The house we used to live in is up for sale again. I don’t have enough yet to get it, but I’ve saved quite a bit towards it. See, I was holding back a little of my paycheck every week, having them place it in a savings account, so that when you go off to college, your mom could have a shopping spree to comfort herself over missing her only son. It’s been building for close to ten years. Your mom doesn’t know about it yet, and I don’t want her to know. I’m close to having enough to get the house back, but it’s not enough yet. I know you are saving for a car, but do you think you could put some of your money into that account to help speed things up? I don’t want to take too long or the house might go before I can get to it.”

“Sure, dad. That would be way more important than a car. I’ll help out as much as possible and get my car later.”

“I appreciate that, son. But you don’t have to make it a sacrifice.”

“Hell, dad. I’d much rather be able to move back to the house than have a car. After we get the house back, I’ll save up enough to buy something that will get me around, then I’ll start working on getting the one I really want when I can. No big deal, you know? I want to move back there a lot more then I want a car.”

“Okay, Josh. Thanks for the help. I’ll give you the account number when we get home.”

The Caldwell family had a small celebration that night in honor of Joshua’s getting a job. They went out for dinner and splurged on the meal, then went home to watch a DVD of one of Joshua’s favorite movies. It finally began to get late and Joshua retired to his room, for once, not feeling like he needed to release his emotions in the form of tears. Maybe, he thought, he might get to see Shawna again.

Josh lay there listening to his parents talking in the next room. He couldn’t make out what they were saying, but could tell which one was talking. His thoughts went to the possibility of going back home, to seeing Shawna, to holding her in his arms, kissing her, something he had never done. As he lay there, he felt his body start to respond to his thoughts. Then the sounds from the next room changed.

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Zoraya was 20 now and in Russia. She attended each Central Red Army hockey game that her Russian father would take her to. She enjoyed watching a young man with blonde hair and blue eyes. His name was Sergei, she had found out his name from a friend and that he was 18. She watched him all the time, off the ice too, for her family was friends with his.

Sergei noticed Zoraya always watching him, studying him. She was gorgeous. He loved her long, curly, dark auburn hair cascading down to her ass. He loved her brown eyes that when he looked into them, he felt tingly inside. She wasn’t really Russian, he had heard from others. Her family had brought her here from the US. Not really knowing how or why, he was just glad she was here.

Sometimes at night when Sergei lay in his bed, he would think of Zoraya and this would cause an erection. He fantasized about her naked body pressed against his. Her breasts bare and wanting to be taunted. He never knew a woman before. He wanted to know her. He would imagine himself taking each breast and playing with them and their erect nipples. Then moving to the heat between her legs. He had seen naked women in magazines but to have Zoraya naked with him. The mere thought made Sergei grasp his hardness and stroke himself fast and hard, shooting a load of cum, a distance. He then would fall asleep.

Zoraya enjoyed the evenings in her room as well. kocaeli escort Dreaming of Sergei, kissing her and making love to her. She would rub her moist area until she came, over and over again, she would arouse herself until finally she was exhausted and fell asleep.

Sergei noticed other Russian players looking Zoraya’s way also. That filled him with rage for he wanted her attention all to himself. He watched how the others would show off in front of her and how she would just look at Sergei and shrug her shoulders, that pleased him. It meant she wasn’t interested in them and that maybe, just maybe, he had a chance with this beauty.

Zoraya came to Sergei’s with her father. They ate dinner together. Sergei asked Zoraya if she’d like to go for a walk with him. She said she would.

They went out into the Russian cold air but both were heated with their passion for each other. Sergei grabbed Zoraya’s hand and pressed her against the tree that was near them. He kissed her long and deep. It was their first kiss, literally. Not wanting the kiss to end, Zoraya pressed her body against Sergei’s and put her arm around his neck and held him there, pressing his lips even closer to hers. He slipped his tongue deep within her mouth and she let out a moan. The kiss ended leaving them gasping for air but wanting more from each other.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you like that for a long time kocaeli escort bayan but didn’t think you wanted me too.” Sergei admitted.

“I’ve wanted it too. I dream about you and I. I’m not ashamed that I do. I’m not ashamed of how you make my body ache to have you.” She moved closer to him.

Sergei led her down the road some more til they came to a barn. He opened the barn door. There was a ladder and he motioned her to climb up it. Finally, on the loft, they sat side by side.

“I come here sometimes to think and I usually think of you and then….” Sergei broke off…Zoraya had removed her coat and the sweater she had on just made her breasts stick out and Sergei, longing to have her breasts exposed, kissed her again, full of passion. He reached under her sweater to find she wasn’t wearing a bra. He rubbed her hard nipple. She kissed him deeper, at the same time laying down onto the straw that was in the loft.

Sergei hiked the sweater up, freeing what he had so wanted to touch, to kiss, he did so, taking turns with each one. Gently taking each nipple in between his teeth and then sucking them. This made Zoraya giddy with anticipation of Sergei’s next move. She arched her back. She moaned. She was wet. Sergei was hard.

Sergei removed the sweater. He removed his shirt. He lay on top of her, kissing her lips then back to her breasts. Zoraya felt his hardness through izmit escort her jeans. She reached down to his pants and undid them. She slid her hand in and felt his shaft. It was wet. He eased up from her and took his pants off. Zoraya sat up and looked at his hardness, she licked her lips, not knowing if she should do what she wanted to or not. She decided on doing it. She was on her knees and he was in her mouth with such quickness. Sergei stroked her hair as she sucked his cock. He realized he was about to cum, he wanted her to stop but she didn’t. She continued and he exploded in her mouth and she swallowed every drop of him.

Sergei couldn’t believe that just happened. He quickly undid her jeans and had them off and he burried his tongue in her wetness. He pushed her legs wider apart and stuck a finger inside her. She was moaning and this made Sergei continue faster with his finger and tongue, licking the juice that spilled into his mouth as she came, crying out his name.

Sergei was hard again and he wasted no time sliding his cock inside, gently, for this was Zoraya’s first time as well as his but he was more mature than his 18 yrs. She was tight and he knew she would hurt a little. Finally, breaking through her maidenhead, he was in and it felt wonderful, even heavenly. He thrust into her, deeper, he lost himself inside her tight pussy. She was so wet and on fire. Hot between her legs, the warm juice surrounding his cock, he came again calling out her name. He remained inside her for a while longer, laying on her but not crushing her. Staring into her brown eyes, he said, “I will love you forever.”

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I was 18 years old when it happened. My first handjob. I was an A student and pretty much kept to myself. I had a few friends. But mostly all we did together was hang out and play video games.

This did not exactly bring in the girls. I had made a few aborted attempts to ask girls out in High School. But I was incredibly shy and frankly, afraid that I would bore them even if they said yes. So in essence, I spent way too much time with my imagination.

My parents didn’t want me to work. My attention should be on school and all that racket. This was a mixed blessing. On the one hand, I didn’t have to work. On the other, I couldn’t do anything without money. Finally, I hit upon a moneymaking strategy that appeased my parents. Tutoring. It went well with getting good grades which my parents required for my continued existence.

At first, I hired out to various junior high students, tutoring mostly in math. I started charging $5 an hour, quickly raising it to $10. Several of the students I helped quickly succeeded with just a bit of tutoring and my reputation spread. I became, for the first time in my life, a sought after commodity. It was nice.

This is how I met Mrs. Stevens. Mrs. Stevens was Jeremiah’s mother. She was in her mid 30s, attractive. By far her best quality was her rack. It was big, two cones of what I assumed were fluffy, supple goodness. Her worst quality, however, was her son Jeremiah. He was the quintessential C student. And that was when he put in effort. He had joined his junior high basketball team and was actually pretty good. Unfortunately, his grades threatened his continued participation.

“So you see” explained Mrs. Stevens, “he really needs your help. Marsha said that you’ve done wonders for Mat.”

Matt was a kid I had tutored through Geometry. And I was only here as a favor to Marsha. I didn’t have any time to tutor another kid.

I looked around the room. The old couch I sat on was in front of a small TV. I could hear Jeremiah shooting hoops in the back yard. I didn’t want to say no, but I kinda had to. I was tutoring six kids already. I shouldn’t have even agreed to the meeting.

“I’d like to, Mrs. Stevens, but I’m swamped. I’m taking three college classes and I’m already tutoring six other students. But I know this guy Anthony who is great in math…I could give you his number” I responded.

She gave a loud sigh. Her chest expanded admirably. She was wearing a tightish white blouse and a business skirt. I think she worked as a secretary. She stared at me in my eyes. I quickly moved my eyes away from her breasts. I didn’t think she had noticed where I had been staring. bursa escort Or at least I hoped so.

“Couldn’t you…I mean, would it be possible for you to drop one of your other students?” she asked.

This was unusual. I had been forced to turn down a student or two for various reasons before. And my offer of a referral had been enough to end the conversation. I wasn’t really sure what to say. I went with the truth.

“Maybe in a few months, I’ll have an opening. But I couldn’t just drop one of them” I responded.

Mrs. Stevens, stood up looking suddenly very tired. “What if I paid you more? “, she asked. “How much are you paid now?”

I squirmed a bit. Uncomfortable with the idea. On the other hand, more money is always nice.

“$15 an hour is what I’m getting now”, I replied.

She looked at me, considering. “That much? That’s as much as I make at…hmm, that’s more than I was thinking” she said.

I was about to stand and leave. “Listen, I’ll leave you Anthony’s number and if you like, I will give you a call whenever I have a spot open.”

She tapped her fingers against her chin thoughtfully. I found myself staring at her fingernails which were long and red. What was I doing here? I had a Lit paper to finish. It was a beautiful chin too I mused.

She stopped tapping her fingers. “I’ve got an idea,” she said.

Suddenly, her hand snaked out and touched my leg.

“Uhh,” was all I managed. Mrs. Stevens looked over her should towards the backyard where Jeremiah was shooting hoops. We could hear the occasional thump thump of the ball.

“I’d like you to try and find time for my son,” she whispered as her hand crept up my leg. “He’s very important to me,” she finished as her hand grasped my member through my shorts. Needless to say I was hard.

“I can see that,” I gasped.

“If you make time for him, I can make time for you,” she uttered.

I was a fucking mess. I wasn’t thinking about all my other students, I wasn’t thinking about my comparative lit paper. I nodded, my eyes closed.

Nothing happened. I’m not sure what I was expecting but regarlessI opened my eyes to look at Mrs. Stevens. She was looking over her shoulder again. Her hand was still on my crotch. I found that to be the most important thing. Finally she turned back to me. A slight smile. Her other hand unzipped me. A slight adjustment of my hips. And out sprang my erection ( I won’t go into a great deal of description about that but it was hard as a rock).

“Somebody’s excited,” she murmured. She traced her fingernails up from my balls to my shaft, then back down again. I shivered. Finally, bursa escort bayan I was in her grasp physically (joining my mental state). I wasn’t sure where to look. Her face with a wry smile, her hand around my cock, or her plentiful chest. The door where her son could come in at any moment also was a consideration for my focus.

Her hand begin to jerk me and any thought of where my attention was best deserved flew out of my mind. “Once you finish, I’d like you to get started with Jeremiah’s lessons immediately.” I grunted. “Tonight,” she finished.

I was rather enjoying the sensations of someone else hand rubbing my cock. I would have agreed to anything. But it did occur to me that I was supposed to tutor Allison later that evening. Evidently, my thought process showed on my face…Mrs. Stevens slowed down, almost to a halt. It was torture.

“What is it, what’s wrong?” she asked.

“Please, don’t stop,” I begged.

She gripped me hard, pulled back on my cock. “You’ll start tonight,” she confirmed.

Brainpower doesn’t function at optimum levels when a woman is giving me a hand job, I’ve learned. I then said what could charitably be described as the completely wrong answer: “I can start tomorrow, I have to…” I trailed off as she removed her hand from my cock.

“I can’t, but I’ll come over tomorrow and the next.” As soon as the words were out of my mouth I realized I had made a colossal mistake.

“I’m not touching you again until you cancel it,” she demanded.

Here I was leaning back on her couch, my shorts at my ankles with a raging hard on, and this bitch was demanding I cancel my appointment with Allison. “Fine, I’ll cancel, just,” I pleaded as I thrust my member towards her hand.

“Uh uh. Call first, then I’ll ….”, she seemed to struggle for the right term, “make time for you” She stated matter of factly.

I gave up. I don’t think I had any real choice in the matter. I grabbed my cell out of my shorts pocket which is more than a bit awkward when said shorts are around your ankles and you have to navigate around your erection all the while being watched by a beautiful smirking woman. I hurried and called Allison’s house. “Oh, Hi Mr. Blumberg, listen something’s come up and I can’t make it tonight.” I said into the phone. I gulped suddenly. Mrs. Stevens hand had reclaimed its place around my cock. But she didn’t move it. “Actually I might not be able to make it at all this week unfortunately” I lied but Mrs. Stevens hand seemed to approve as it began to slowly jerk me off.

“I understand you paid me already, I’m sure I can make up the time.” Her slow pace picked up escort bursa a bit. The conversation was not going well. Mrs. Stevens waved her spare hand in my face to get my attention. She pointed to her watch on the wrist that was busy with my dick. She had a slightly annoyed look on her face

“Allison will do just fine on her test, I’m sure. I’ll give you a call later in the week to reschedule,” I practically yelled into the phone as she began to really work me. I was getting there. I looked over at Mrs. Stevens’ (I didn’t even know her first name) chest. Her breasts were bouncing ever so slightly as she jammed her fist up and down on me. I just had to try something. I reached out and gave her leftnipple, already visibly hard, a tweak. She gave a sudden intake of breath.

“No,” she exclaimed. “One way street, or nothing.” She stopped jerking me and gave me a light slap on the face and another on the cock. “If you ever touch me again, I won’t make any time for you.”

I reluctantly nodded. She began to warily stroke me again. I closed my eyes. I could hear her begin to breathe heavily. “You’re lasting longer than I thought.” She was impressed…or annoyed, I’m not sure. But somehow, I was lasting. I was torn between thrusting frantically into her hand and not wanting the experience to end…ever. She stopped jerking me. She switched hands and jerked me a bit with her left.

“I’ve got a roast I need to get to. And my son…” she left that hanging. Somehow, her talking about her son fifty feet away struck me as really hot. Not that I needed anymore hotness.

“Oh fine,” She caught my eye and slowly brought up her right hand to her mouth. She licked her hand. Then she pat into it. God, that looked hot. She switched hands again. I was suddenly lubricated.

“Cum for me. Let it all out. I know you want to. I can feel a big load coming up in your cock. It feels good right? My hand on your cock. C’mon cum for me,” she demanded.

That did it. I came. She pulled up my shirt a bit just in time as I splashed myself. I thought that was oddly thoughtful. I was dazed. Mrs. Stevens removed her hand from me. She looks at her hand like she was examining a manicure. A bit of my cum oozed between her fingers.

“Ehh, you got it on…” she sounded offended. She wiped her fingers on my bare stomach, fouling me with my own cum.

She stood up. I was spent. “Well, don’t just sit there. Go clean up and I’ll go tell Jeremiah that it is time to begin studying,” she stated as if she hadn’t just coaxed a load out me. She strode away. I hadn’t expected a hug or a long discussion about our encounter but the sudden switch stung. She was already yelling out to Jeremiah by the time I stood up, so I scrambled to the bathroom.

And that was how I began tutoring Mrs. Steven’s son. It was an interesting experience to say the least.

More stories to come.

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Ana comes back home very late…My sweet wife called me during office hour, to warn me she would work tonight very late. She had been working after hours during that week at her office and this was her fourth consecutive night she worked so late, although normally she only did it two or three times a month.When I asked her why this was, she said that they were short of staff. They had also some building work in progress and needed extra staff in to just be around in case needed, but mainly to watch everything was safe at the office..That night she was doing her fourth late shift and I thought to surprise her at her office and I would keep her company as she had to stay there.The security staff at the main entrance was very gently and they told me she was on the top floor where some construction workers were furnishing the new offices.I took the elevator up but stopped one floor down to sneak up and surprise her.I climbed up the stairs and got to her office door but I could not bursa escort hear any building work being done there. I sneaked through the open door and then I saw Ana at a corner, surrounded by three giant black men. I did not enter the place, but stayed there in silence to watch what was happening.So I could see that Anita was partly naked; she was wearing only a white shirt and high heels, no skirt and no panties at all. She was bent over her waist, with one black cock stuck in her sweet mouth and another one in her delicate hand.The third man was fondling her cunt with his giant black fingers, making Anita moaning in pleasure as he plowed two or three fingers inside her.My sensual babe looked as if she loved it and I could hear her telling the third man to stop fingering her and just fuck her with his huge black cock.The man immediately stood up and when he did he held his monster in his hand. It must have been at least ten inches. He parted her wet pussy lips and slid it right bursa escort bayan up with no effort at all. Ana’s body shook as she felt the hard intrusion.The three black men took it in turns to fuck my sweet wife.Anita was dripping with a mixture of her own cum and as one finished filling her with his warm semen, he would walk round and get her to suck him dry, whilst another mate went straight in and filled her up her pussy.It went on for ages, as they were sucked off by Ana`s sweet mouth, they got hard again so it was a constant marathon of fucking. My sexy wife was in total control of them telling them when to swap or how to fuck her.Suddenly Ana told them she had enough and that she would be there again on next Monday, to continue with some “extra works”…Then all three black men just put their cocks away and picked up some real tools and wondered off back to work whilst Anita brushed herself down, put on her clothes and went back to her desk as if nothing had happened…I escort bursa sneaked off when all was quiet; I then went down stairs and hurried up back home.When Ana came home later on I was waiting for her in bed. She looked tired and I asked if she had a good night.“Oh, yes… the office was empty; just some workers were in, so I got more time for some paper work”She got naked and came into bed next to me; I could smell the sex on her. I put my hand on her pussy lips and noted she was wet and still dripping cum. I smiled and said:“Hey, honey, you are so wet down there tonight,..”“Am I??” She answered, smiling and moaning like a cat…I started to part her pussy lips with my fingers as I kissed her mouth, tasting some strange smell that only could be semen.I poke her pussy with my cock, which was so hard at the thought of those three black cocks inside her.I finally entered her swollen bald pussy from behind. I could feel the mixture of her and the three black bastards that had emptied their balls deeply inside of her delicate cunt.Anita was laughing as I fucked her.“What is so funny?” I asked herShe turned to look at me and just said as she smiled: “nothing…”But we both knew why she was smiling…

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It was something we talked about….his desire. But, when it came time to fulfill that fantasy it was unexpected. I arrived home from work late one evening. We had both eaten on the run, so I was looking forward to a nice bath, a good book and an early bedtime. I kicked off my shoes at the door and headed upstairs leaving a trail of clothes as I went.

When I entered the bedroom, I noted my silk robe lying on the bed. Resting on top of the robe was a note folded neatly with my name printed across the top…I guess he didn’t want me to think it was for someone else? “Get cleaned up, put on the robe and meet me downstairs for some fun.” I didn’t know what he was up to, but the notion excited me. I instantly warmed to the thought of an evening of pleasure, so I made short work of my preparations and headed down to enjoy the evening he planned.

The living room floor had been cleared and in the center of the room was a pile of pillows situated on the end of a new sheepskin rug. I had always wanted one of those. The lights were low and there were candles in various corners of the room. He walked over to me and drew me close for a deep sensuous kiss. This was turning out to be a great evening! He undid my robe and slipped it off of me while leading me to the place he had prepared.

I stretched out across the rug, enjoying the soft sensation as it caressed my back. I felt a little odd lying naked at his feet but I was beginning to understand what he had in mind. His next words confirmed what I suspected, “I want you to let me watch you touch yourself and I want to see your face as you orgasm.” He knelt next to me and leaned in. “Close your eyes,” he whispered, as he kissed them closed. “I will direct.”

I took a deep breath and pressed my head against the pillow arching my back slightly. I relaxed, determined to enjoy the experience even though this was something new tuzla escort and a little disconcerting. I rarely displayed my naked form, since I was uncomfortable with my appearance. I wanted to please him, however, and he had gotten me to agree to this. “All right,” I managed.

I felt his hand run the length of my body…. down and then up…then again. His hand caressed my nipples as he passed by them the third time. “Show me what you like. Play with these,” he ordered softly. My hands sought my breasts cupping them completely. I ran my fingers around the nipples and down to the bottom of my breasts. I paused and then circled my nipples again. They began to harden. I continued to touch around them until I could feel the pull of flesh, as they stood erect. I wondered…was he watching? Enjoying? I did not open my eyes. I decided to go with it, and so gave myself to the experience. I grasped each nipple and tugged slightly pulling them upward and then releasing. I did this over and over again varying the amount of pressure I applied and the direction I pulled. In between, I would flick them or rub my palms across them.

This went on for sometime; until I thought I would have to stop to catch my breath.

His hands grasped mine and I felt something hard pressed into the palm of my right hand. I grasped it as he turned it on…a vibrator. “Use this…here,” he said, as he guided it to my clit. I obeyed…as my body shook with the beginning of an orgasm. It came quickly…the tension spreading across my pelvis and down my legs. I felt the gush of fluid as the tension crested from the sensation of the vibrator. As I finished, I pulled up and opened my eyes. “No you don’t…we are just getting started,” he said, as he reached down and closed my eyes. He guided the vibrator back into place and I allowed him to instruct me on what he wanted.

He reached down and spread my pendik escort legs wide. What must this look like to him? He took my hand and guided the vibrator over the whole of my pussy, pressing it firmly in certain spots. I wanted to remove my hand and enjoy his ministrations, but he grabbed it and placed it back, “like this…let me see you.” His hand pulled away and sought my nipples where they began mimicking my earlier efforts there.

It was not long before the next orgasm began to build; already it was beyond the previous orgasm and yet was still climbing. I threw my head back and held myself taught against the vibrator….not moving, lest I loose the momentum. He grabbed both nipples and pinched….sending me over the edge. I let a long deep moan escape my throat as my entire body tensed. I no longer cared what I looked like…I only cared about the incredible sensation I was experiencing. I struggled to catch my breath as the tension ebbed slightly allowing reason to reenter my consciousness. I rested my head turned against the pillow and began to relax in the after glow.

“Not yet…you don’t,” he stated simply.

“I can’t take another,” I murmured.

He made no reply other than to place my hand with the vibrator back where it had been. I could tell he was now kneeling between my legs…enjoying the view no doubt. I blushed with embarrassment over the thought. The thought did not hold, however, as my body began the slow climb to yet another orgasm. His hands found their way to my lips…gently spreading them apart…this new sensation was almost more than I could bear…I moaned deeply (was that me?) as he guided two fingers into me. He plunged them deeply and then slowly withdrew to the edge…paused and then repeated.

I was now completely lost in the mounting orgasm….I cried out with each motion of his hands. I tried to catch my breath but aydınlı escort panted for air instead. I tried to move away from his hand but he had me firmly in place… his second hand holding the vibrator pressed against me.. I could not fight…I was helpless as the explosion tore through my body.

It was some time before I could regain my thoughts. I opened my eyes and saw him still kneeling between my legs. He grinned at me, “That was great…did you like it?” I nodded my appreciation as I was still out of breath. “What about you?” I asked, when I was finally able to speak. “That’s what the pillows are for…a long slow ride that you are clearly ready for,” he said turning me over and placing them under me. His hand pressed against my opening, feeling the wetness there.

I could hear him unzip his pants… and then I felt the harness of him pressed against my opening. I pushed back against him…wanting to feel the fullness of him but he pulled back. Whack. His hand came down across my butt. This was unexpected, and the sharp intake of my breath gave evidence of my surprise. Whack. Again his hand came down. This new sensation instantly raised my level of excitement. Could I possibly handle another orgasm? He slid his cock into me and paused. Whack. Then pulled out. This was driving me wild. He continued to thrust into me with periodic slaps to my ass. My orgasm began to mount yet again. He took his time, pausing to slow his own orgasm. I relaxed and enjoyed the sensation for as long as it would last.

His enjoyment was obvious as I felt him harden still more. He grasped my hips and pulled me against him…burying himself into me deeply. The intensity was increasing with the urgency. I began to match his motions with my own. He reached around and slid his finger against my clit. I exploded into another orgasm…tightening around his cock as it found its way deeply inside me. The tensing of my body brought him to orgasm and we finished together…collapsing into a heap as the tension began to ease.

“Tomorrow…it’s my turn to make one come true,” I said. He nodded agreement. I could not wait.

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Adult Book store funI moved to a new area and decided to check out the local adult book store. It was about normal with an area in the back with booths and glory holes. I stopped by one evening and there was no one there except the clerk. A couple nights later, I stopped by and it was empty again. This time I decided to go into a booth and watch a video and hope someone came in. After about 10 minutes, I heard someone come into the store. A few minutes later, they came into the booth next to mine.I had pulled my pants off and was stroking my cock. I looked through the hole and saw the other guy standing their stroking his. I moaned a little and he looked over. The hole was big enough he could see most of my face. He turned and moved his cock towards the hole. Of course I opened my mouth and his cock slid right in. I began sucking as he fucked my face. After barely a minute, he began to groan. I sucked harder and let out a moan. He erupted in my mouth and swallowed every drop. I kept sucking but he pulled away. He pulled up his pants and left.After a couple of minutes, I decided that was all I was going to get so decided to leave. On the way out, the clerk asked if I had fun. I smiled and said a little but wanted more. I asked if it was always slow. He told me that Tuesday night around midnight was the busiest time. I asked why and he said the bar a block away had lady’s night but most of the women were just teases so guys came in horny with blue balls. He then said if I was still horny, I could suck him off. I smiled and jumped at the chance.He told me to come around the counter and sit down. As I came around, I saw that we was sitting on a chair with no pants on and his dick hanging out. He told me to suck his cock and if anyone came in to just keep sucking. I was nervous but excited about maybe getting caught. I sat down and began sucking. He started to get hard as I sucked up and down his shaft. I licked and sucked until he grabbed my head and began fucking my face. After a few more minutes, he erupted down my throat. I kept sucking until I had every drop. Once he was empty and I had licked him clean I thanked him and got up. He said, “see kurtköy escort you Tuesday” as he smiled at me.I spent the whole weekend thinking about Tuesday. After work, I stopped at the bar. I saw what he meant. There were about 10 girls dressed like complete sluts and grinding on everyone. There were also about 20 guys, most of whom never even got a chance to talk to the girls. About 11pm, I left to go to the bookstore. When I arrived, the same clerk was there. He said that I was early and that I should come behind the counter to wait. I smiled and quickly came around and took my place in front of his chair.I sucked his cock in my mouth and began working up and down his shaft. I was excited for what might happen. After a couple of minutes, I heard the door open. I got scared and stopped sucking. He grabbed my face and pulled me back on his cock. I went back to sucking as he said hello to his customer and gave him tokens for the video booth. After another few minutes, I heard the door open again. This time I kept sucking. I was excited to know that I was sucking the clerk’s cock while he was talking to his customers. This time, I was several guys. They greeted him by name so must have been regulars. He asked if they struck out again at the bar, they laughed. He then told them some gay cock whore was going to be by in a little while and they could at least get a blow job. They asked if he was any good and he told them he gave great head and swallowed so they should have lots of fun with him. They got their tokens and headed to the video booths.After they left, I thanked him for the complement. He asked if I really wanted to have a great night, and I told him I was down for anything. He told me to strip naked and leave my clothes behind the booth. I was shocked and excited and afraid. I asked what if the police showed up. He said they never come here, but if they did, he had unlocked the office which was in the back of the arcade area. I could go in there and lock the door. After a moment of nervousness, I decided to go for it. I stood up, stripped naked and began walking to the arcade. As soon as I stepped from around maltepe escort the corner, a few more guys walked in and saw me. I smiled and went back there.When I entered the area, I saw 2 guys standing outside a booth watching a video. They looked over and saw me and they smiled. One of them said, “get on your knees and get to work whore.” I came over, got on my knees and began sucking his cock. After a few minutes, he told me to blow the other guy. I began sucking the other cock while stroking his cock. His friend erupted in my mouth and hungrily drank it down. As soon as I had ever drop, I went back to the first cock. He only lasted a couple more minutes until he fed me his cum. I licked his cock clean and thanked both of them. They pulled up their pants and left. I looked around the room and there were about 5 more guys. One of the guys pulled a chair to the middle, dropped his pants and sat down, he told me to come over and suck his cock. I crawled over to him on my hands and knees. When I got to him, his cock was standing straight up. I began by licking his balls and then kissed my way up his shaft. When I got to the top, I took him down my throat until my nose was in his pubic hair. I began sucking up and down his shaft. After 2 loads of cum in my belly, I was on fire and needed more cock.The other guys circled around me and were stroking their cocks. Then I felt someone get behind me and began rubbing my ass. I wiggled my ass and let out a moan. I felt some lube on a finger begin to probe my hole. He worked his fingers in me, which was just making me more horny. He took his fingers out and began rubbing his cock up and down my crack. Each time he went past my hole, I would push back. He kept teasing me like this until I could not take it any more. I took the cock out of my mouth and shouted, “god damn it, stop teasing me, shove your big hard cock in my ass already!” He laughed and called me a slut as he rammed his cock in my ass. Just as I was putting the cock back in my mouth, I saw a couple come into the arcade. The guy behind me held my hips as he began to pound my ass. I tried to keep sucking but kartal escort all I could really do is lick and kiss the cock in my mouth while I was begin pounded from behind. After barely 2 minutes, the guy fucking me grunted. I knew he was ready to cum and really wanted to feel him shoot in my ass. I yelled, “oh yes, let me feel you shoot your cum deep in my ass, fill me with it, I need to feel you shoot it in me!” He erupted and shot his hot cum deep in my ass. He held me tight as he finished. Once he was done, he pulled out, leaving me feeling empty.Fortunately, as soon as he pulled out, someone took his place. He wasted no time shoving his cock balls deep in me and pounding my ass. He fucked me hard until he was ready to dump his cum in my ass also. Once he blew his load, someone else took his place. The guy I was sucking decided he wanted to fuck me also so moved out of the way. I put my head down and left my exposed ass sticking straight up. Over the next hour, I satisfied every man in the place. Everyone shot their cum in my ass or down my throat. Several did both. After the last guy added his load of cum to my worn out ass, I looked around. The couple were still there standing and watching.The girl told me that was the hottest thing she had ever seen. She had seen her husband fuck a guy once, but had never seen a gay gangbang. As I stood up, cum was running down my legs. I scooped some up with my hand and slurped it into my mouth. I told her that I loved cum and could never get enough of it. We walked into the store, where the clerk was cleaning up. He said they had been closed for awhile but he wanted everyone to have a fun time. He told me to bend over and spread my ass cheeks for him. I assumed he wanted to fuck me also so quickly did as he told me.I bent over the counter and spread my cheeks. He leaned over and began licking the cum off my thighs. He then licked his way up to my ass. I let out a moan as his tongue probed my gaping hole. He licked and sucked my ass as I squirmed and grunted. This felt amazing. “OH my god, you are as much of a cum whore as I am,” I shouted. After he had me all cleaned up, he stood up and shoved his cock in my ass. He barely lasted 5 pumps until he blew his load in me. After he was done, I stood up and looked at him. He said that he usually sucked off several guys each night but I was much more of a cum whore than he was.I think I have a new party spot for Tuesday nights.

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One Lucky White Boi–Chpt 10–Over the Rainbow–CoOne Lucky White Boi—Chapter 10—Somewhere Over the Rainbow—ConclusionThe day had finally arrived—and I was going home. Dustin had brought me a pair of 501’s, and Converse hi-tops.He said the kicks would do for now—that we would go shopping in a few days for some boots. The doc also said it might take some time to re-learn to walk in them. Still found it hard to believe that I wasn’t a skateboarder, lol. No concrete on a ranch. Wait—Ranch ??We load up into the SUV—also new to me, and head out of town. About 30 minutes later, we turn up a dirt and gravel road. There’s one of those overhead column things—you know, with the sign on top. I yell out at Dustin, who was driving—STOP !!I jump out of the Tahoe, and standing there in front of it, stare at the sign, arced over the two columns. “The Diamond Dawg Ranch”.Tears filled my eyes as I return to the truck and get in. Kelso explains that the docs interpreted from my stories, that apparently my brain took the name of the ranch, and infused it into the football stories as the name of my ‘crew’–the people I trusted the most, and felt secure around. In a twisted interpretation—it was the longing for ‘home’–the ranch. We get to the house, and on entering, I’m totally taken aback. Looked more like a resort, lol. It was huge—all wood—massive beams—giant plate glass windows. And—about a hundred people !The welcome home party ensues, and the cake and ice cream—and beer !!! flowed among the crowd. Actually—I had only ever had a beer in my dreams—so Dustin told me to take it easy, least I be drunk after just a couple. I mingle among the people, chatting with each, and then—I saw him. MAURCIE !!!! “Your alive” !!Maurice comes and gives me a big cowboy hug, and smiling and gleaming just says “ya—it’s me Matthew”. Seems that Maurice was actually a real person in my real life. He didn’t play football either, but he did play basketball, and did pretty good throughout his four years of high school. Suddenly there is a calm in the room, and in walks this tall, rugged looking, definitely—cowboy. “DAD” ???????? picture Sam Elliott here. “Welcome home son”. I ran pendik escort to my dad, and throwing my arms around him, started sobbing. He gave me a few minutes to get it all out, then told me “cowboy up” Ya, lol, we say that a lot. Everyone is gathered in the great room now, just calmly sitting around. Dustin starts with, “We’re still trying to maybe link the dreams to the three times you actually died on the table Matthew. You think you can remember any traumatic events in the dreams—that maybe would interpret the real world of you dying”? I sit and think for a moment, then taking a swig of my beer, softly respond, “Ya—I think so”.I described that prolly Maurice being killed in the final game of my Senior year in football, that’s prolly when I died in my dreams. Everyone shook their heads agreeing that it sounded logical. The next time—was one night in Dallas when I got beat up—it was pretty bad.Again, they all nod up and down.But the last—and this was the most painful. In the hustling days, I had grown so close to, and loved so much—just like a brother, the twins. In the dreams, when their parents came to Dallas to pick them up, we never heard from them again. It was devastating—and it took me months, in the dreams, to get over it. In a way—I never did. It was like I had lost a piece of myself. After a few moments of near silence, Dustin finally speaks up– “Well, I guess that shit makes sense now”. I look over at my lil bro, and he looks over to mom. Mom gives him a nod, then Dustin stands up and walks over to me. “Take off your shirt, Matthew”. “HUH” ? “Just take it off—it’s ok—you look good” he continued, smiling. Nervously, I did as lil bro asked, and pulled off my shirt. Now—if you been paying close attention, Dustin had managed to keep me away from mirrors this whole time, and I had yet to see my own reflection !“You see Matthew—we aren’t five years apart—in fact, just five minutes” Dumbfounded, and once again confused, I just look at my lil bro, as he too, removes his shirt. Kelso and Patroni are now flanking me, each holding a mirror. “Look in the mirror Matthew”.As I stare into the mirror that Patroni kağıthane escort was holding at my back, the tears begin to swell. My heart starts pounding, and my chest and face once again become flush. With a big grin, Dustin turns around, to where I can now see his back. I nearly pass out. Cause right there—on Dustin’s left shoulder, and on my right—were the tats. “Twin one”, and “Twin two”. “We got them when we were 13—mom was pissed—dad thought they were cute, lol. We never told anyone who put them on us—didn’t want them to get into trouble. I begin trembling, and lil bro walks over to me, and embracing me around the shoulder, walks me to the big mirror, hanging on the wall. As I stare into the image of myself, and darting my eyes back and forth at myself and my b r o t h e r , I erupt into a squall like a 10 year old. Turning finally, and facing my b r o t h e r , and grabbing him around the neck, I exclaim, “US ?? You mean—WE’RE THE TWINS ??? WE ARE THE FUCKIN TWINS” ??Everyone in the room now started sobbing. To make it short—it seemed that my brain, in my dreams, had invented the twins as other people. In fact—it was me and Dustin. In science, it’s called ‘projection’. The brain makes you see yourself as others, so you can see the ‘whole picture’. My deep love for my real b r o t h e r, was visualized through the twins. When their parents came to take them away—I was separated from my own, real life twin, and thus died. It was a feeling you couldn’t imagine, unless it was you. Not only had the twins from my dreams been ‘reincarnated’, but were in fact me—and would live happily ever-after. It took nearly an hour for me to stop crying—the emotions were so great. Dad didn’t make me stop, lol, said for me to just get it all out—I think he actually shed a tear himself. Finally the party dissipates, and people begin to go home. Mom serves up a meal that was closest to Thanksgiving than anything else. Later, myself, my twin Dustin, along with dad and Kelso and Patroni, are all outside just chillin on the front porch of the house. The typical tapestry—rocking chairs, huge maltepe escort wooden porch, and the wide Texas sunset in the fore ground. Dad finally announces he was retiring—and us bois could have the next day ‘off work’–not like we were likely to go to bed anyway, lol. After another while, Dustin ask if I’d like to see the bunk house. Seems we got 50 ranch hands, and they were for the most part eager to finally meet me. We hop on some 4 wheelers—and ride over to the bunkhouse. It was about a football field distance from the main house. As we walk in, we’re met with yet more light applause, and some more beer flowing. I walk around with Dustin as he introduces me to everyone, which of course would take me weeks to actually remember them all. After a couple of hours a few of us end up back outside. Mostly the ‘crew chiefs’, along with me and Dustin, and Kelso and Patroni. Softly chatting under the trees, Dustin finally speaks up. “You know, Matthew—in a way, ur kinda the new meat on the ranch”. Puzzled, I look over at my twin, and just reply, “huh”? “New meat Matthew—it’s just the rules, that’s all” adds Patroni. I notice some of the men are rubbing on their bulges, then realized that most of them were shirtless as well. Lot of fucking beef out here. “What rules”? I ask, still puzzled. Kelso, this time speaks up, “You gotta get broke, Matthew”“What ?? what are you guys talking about”?One of the ‘foreman’ now speaks, “Every horse got to be broke, Matthew”. Still confused, I reply, “I ain’t no horse—what the fuck you dudes talking about”?Once again someone says “gotta get broke” Suddenly, Dustin snaps, “Get him”.In moments, there is a rope around my neck, and I’m being dragged over to a pic-nic table that I had not noticed earlier. I guessed now that we were in some kind of break area, just a bit behind the bunkhouse. As Im pushed over the side of the table, two more hands are grasping me, and tying them together. Another two are tying my ankles, spreading my legs at the legs of the table. Someone jerks my jeans down to my thighs, and I feel a heavy creamy substance being rubbed into the crack of my hairy ass. Dustin jumps up on the table, and right in my face, with a big shit-eatin grin, just says “cowboy up” With that, I feel the first slam as someone enters my super tite hole. It hurt like all fucking hell, and squimishing my face, and clenching my fists, all I could think was “ride um cowboy” !!Over the Rainbow rises in the backgroundCurtainHouse Lights

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Summer FlingIts summer time. You go to the beach with your friends. It hot out. You feel the sweat drip down your back as soon as your feet hit the sand. You set your towels and sheets down and set up.You all run to the water. its cool and sends shivers up your spine. You all play around and splash the water. You notice another group of friends playing volleyball near by. Your group gets out of the water and start drinking and listening to music as you lay out on the beach. The hot sun feels so good on your skin. You feel so relaxed when all of sudden you hear a thud. You look up and see a ball next to you. two guys are running up from the match. They strike up a conversation and ask if you guys wanted to join them. You all eventually grab a few drinks and run over. The game starts off well enough. Everyone is laughing and gave a good time. You start to get a little tipsy and over confident. The ball is heading your way and you dive for it and miss. Fou hear a few laughs and sit up, dusting off the sand. The giggling and the laughs stop. You wipe the dust off of your face to see what has everyones attention. The other team is just staring at you. All if the mens jaws dropped. One of your friends calls to you and says “your top” smiling. There they are, covered in sand. Your beautiful big tits popped out. Luckily he sane covered most of everything but you have clearly gained the attention of all the men. Embarrassed, you fix yourself and stand up. Someone says “nothing we havent seen before” but you hear a whisper in the back “but something we’d like to see again”. Everyone laughs. You keep playing and drinking. The ball gets sent to you more often now. The mens eyes all on you as your curvy figure jumps for the ball. You soft breast bouncing. None of the other girls seem to notice the attention youre getting. You feel nervous and excited. You keep getting better since the ball is being sent to you more often. Their gaze doesnt bother you anymore. Winning is all that is on your mind. Someone spikes the ball and you dive again. You miss. One of the guys runs to help you up and tells you almost had it. As he grabs your hand his eyes are clearly on your tits and you sit up. They’ve popped out again. He tall and handsome. You enjoy the attention and meet his gaze pretending to not feel the breeze brushing against your bare chest. You reach for his hand to get up from your knees. As he is about to help One of the guys yells“ Dont worry, we’ve seen yours” as he runs behinds his friend helping you and pulls his pants down. He laughs and says “now we’re eve!”. You look down and see a massive cock right in front of your face. You lock eyes with its owners and then look away as he grabs his pants up. His face now pendik escort just as red as your. He helps you up as everyone giggles. he said your all dirty with sand lets go wash off. You both walk down to the water. The waves crash against your bodies and you walk in. He introduces himself as Jeff. You both Joke around and he apologizes for his friends immaturity and says he’s just not use to beautiful women or nice tits apparently. You let out an awkward laugh as this causes you to think of what you had seen so close to your face. In that moment youre hit by a large wave. You try to to stand but the water is too strong. You feel to hands grab you up from underneath the water. Jeff pulls you close to him. You feel safe. You wipe the water from your face and look up. Your eyes meet. He looks shocked and says “oh man, your… um… top has opened up again.” His voice shaky as he says it. There they are, out again. No sand hiding them this time, they glisten in the sun. The water and breeze causing your nipples to become erect. Youre pressed against Jeff. The booze causing a moment on tension as your chests touch bare. You look down and feel something press against you. You know what it is. You stomach has butterflies. You look up and in that moment he kisses you. His hand holding you tight. The saltiness of the water kisses your lips. He lifts you to bring you closer to his own face.You here a large cheer as you both notice everyone else is now also in the water and watch you make out with Jeff. He puts you down and you both look sheepishly embarrassed. You again fix your top as everyone approaches you.One of your friends says “Geez, Megan. You’re getting red. You need to put some sunblock on.” You tell then they’re right and that you’ll be right back. You walk over to your area and dry off. You begin to apply to sunblock when you suddenly hear Jeff say “ would you like me to get your back?” A grin comes on your face as you say sure. You lay down and feel Jeff straddle your back with his legs. The sub beats down on you. The day has gotten hotter. The sunblock his your back. His strong hands are gentle as they begin to rub it in. You feel so relaxed. This sunny day is just what you needed. He asks if he can untie your top. You give permission. The massage is amazing. He does more than he needed to in regards to applying the sunblock. He does your arms and legs and back to your back. As he comes back up you feel it again. His dick has hardened and There it is, Pressed against your butt. It could just be the booze, it could be that you haven’t had sex in sometime but you look up to see where your friends are. Both groups are still in the water playing around. çekmeköy escort You roll over. Jeff looks amazed as you say would you mind doing my front next. He seizes the moment and begins rubbing in sunblock. His hands can barely grasp your breasts all at once. Your breath becomes heavy. You close your eyes and relax, taking it all in. You feel something drip onto your stomach. You dont know what it is because both hands are focused on your chest, so it couldnt possibly be lotion. You look down and see his dick popping out from his shorts. His precum dripping down on to you. It looks thick and girthy. You say I’d hate for that to get burnt and grab the lotion and begin to stroke it as he continues to massage your chest. you hand is too small to wrap around it. You look for your friends again. Theyre still too busy to notice. You grab i’m him by his ass and say my hands are too small but you can use these. He puts his massive dick between your beautiful tits and begins to thrust. You have to move your fave to the side because of how big it is. It keep hitting your face. Your tits swallow him. The site arouses you. You feel how wet you are. His sweat dripping down on you. This moment excites you. Your body being worshipped and used. You hear him grunt as he explodes all of your tits. “Holy shit” he says. He tells you there are some showers nearby and he will take you to wash up. You approach the outdoor showers and wash the cum off your tits. Jeff Joins you and you passionately make out under the water. His hands all over you again. You kiss him deeply and grab his member again. Its swollen. The mass of it shocks you. You feel his fingers go down your body to return the favor. Hes amazed by how wet you are. He tells you he cant wait anymore and grabs you by the hand. You ask him where he is taking you and he tells you the showers are too open. He takes you behind the showers wooden fence. You begin kissing again. The sand hot beneath you feat. Jeff lays both of your towels down and throws you to the floor. Hes on top of you and begins to kiss down your body. His tongue reach your pussy. He kisses around it, teasing you until you grab his long hair and push towards his face. Jeff goes down on you. Bringing you to orgasm rather quickly. The sun beats down on you. He removes your top fully. He brings his face to meet yours. You untie your bottoms piece. He begins to kiss you again. You reach down and untie his shorts and pull them down. The weight of his dick falls to your pussy. You rub against it. Youve never been so wet for a dick this big. The head pops in and out of the entrance. Every stroke sends electric up your clit to your spine. Your back arches. maltepe escort You whisper and beg for him to put it in. He happily does so. With a slow passionate thrust, he sticks half of it in. You grab at the towels feeling pleasure encompass your body.He kisses down your neck and slowly goes in and out. You cant help but deeply exhale the words Holy Shit. You feel it going deeper and deeper as the pace quickens. You legs wrapped around him. Encouraging him to go faster and deeper. You eyes locked in a deep gaze of passion. His sweat dripping down to you. Your body fills with warmth as you easily reach your orgasm. You feel energized. He lifts you up while kissing you and suddenly becomes more commanding as he turns you around and bends you over. Youre on your knees down. He begins to rub his dick againstyour pussy again. He puts both hands on your ass and thrusts into you. He deeper inside you now. Not holding back. He is pulling you into him with every thrust. He is filling every part of you. His hands feel so good on your ass and hips. You let out a deep moan and throw your head back. Your eyes sealed shut in ecstasy you cum again. He thrusts deeper and harder than anyone ever has before. You feel the your sweat dripping down your back. Youre panting like a dog in heat. Your tongue hanging with a deep thirst for water. Jeff pulls your hair as he quickens his pace. A smile on your face as your eyes are sealed. Pure passion on your face as this man rhythmically fucks you. Your mouth open wide feel dry as the sun beats down on your beautiful body. Suddenly, you feel a drop of salty sweat hit your tongue. Just as you open your eyes Jeffs friend who pulled his pants down enters you open mouth. Your hands grip the towels as he slides down your throat. Your eyes widen and as you are about to protest Jeff thrusts deep into you faster. The pleasure is too much and causes your mouth to open wider.Both men thrusts are in sync. You here them moaning with pleasure as your body is now their toy. You feel so dirty and powerful. Jeffs magic dick has turned you into a dirty little girl. You want to resist his friend but he is fucking you so gold you dont want him to stop. The thought alone causes you to cum yet again. You instinctively grip his friends dick. His friend grunts and shoots his load down your throat. Pulling out, his bursts continue. You turn your face to avoid it getting in your eyes. As you turn you lock eyes with Jeff. His eyes are filled with desire. You now see although his Dick caused this pleasure, that you control him and this situation. Covered in cum you hear Jeff say hes going to cum. You look him in the eyes again. You tell him to cum for you and start throwing yourself back into him. He grabs your hips and lets out a large moan. He thrusts one last time and explodes. You lie there in shock and unable to gather your thoughts. Jeff lies next to you. You clean up in the showers shortly after. Jeff tells you there is a bbq at their lake house and invites you and your friends. The night is still young.

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How Quarantine Boredem Forced Me into TroubleIt’s been two weeks since the Quarantine started.  I share an apartment with my Mom who is a nurse in the ER.  She has been working long hours and staying with a coworker who lives next to the hospital for fear of bringing the virus home.    I am not alone though, my Aunt lives in the same complex, so I see her everyday, however, I choose to stay in my own apartment.   Schools are closed, Works are closed.  Everyone is at home. Everyone is probably kinda going stir crazy.   Especially me in my two bedroom apartment.  I pace all over it.  On the second night, I slept naked, which was strange because I never do, but I liked it :).  The next morning, I did not get dressed, but I did alternate between my hoodie and a blanket, and had my routine of snacking, and pacing and watching tv.   At one point, I snooped thru my Mom’s room just out of curiosity.  I took long showers, flirted with guys on Tinder, I watched porn (more than usual). Then finally I would get dressed, go on a long walk for some excecise and go visit my aunt.   On the fourth day, I had on a flannel shirt, with only 2 buttons buttoned and nothing else.   I opened the long curtains going to the balcony, I am on the 3rd floor, corner unit, and slide the door open and walk out. Just one step.   No apartments are accross the street, and I cannot see my neighbors to the right. To the left, the next building is staggered in front of my building a little.  From the door way, I can see the 3rd and 2nd floor balaconies on that building.  That’s when I saw him. The old man on the 3rd floor balcony just staring at me.  It startled me, and I jumped back inside, and when I peeked back out, he was still staring but also smiling now.  To me, he was always the creepy guy always looking over when I was on the balcony.   I had noticed the blinds move at times. Other times, he would sit in his chair on the balcony facing mine.   I have never spoken to him, it always made me a bit uncomfortable.  But now though, looking down at my bare legs, realizing what I had just done, I felt excited and nervous all at the same time.  I definitely felt a little tingle.   I went back to bed, and took care of that tingle :)Later that evening, after supper with my aunt and a long walk, I took a shower and walked out to the family room in my towel, past the sliding glass doors with open curtains still. Nobody was on the other balacony, I was a little dissappointed.  But I went back to my routine, except now the balcony was apart of my routine.    He saw me twice more on the next day, once in my hoodie, zipped only halfway, and once with my big blanket wrapped around me.   He could not see my hands within the blanket, but I was pendik escort touching myself. My hands were shaking, I guess from the adrenaline of showing off like that.  Normally, I am very shy, too afraid to talk to new people, but this made me feel bold.     On the way home from dinner that evening, it was almost dark. I was lapping around the small park area, stepping around the mailboxes and there he was, sitting on a bench in sweat pants and a t-shirt.  His hand was over his crotch, squeezing or rubbing.  He smiled and waved me over with his other hand.  My breath caught in my throat, and I just looked at the ground and kept walking.  I did not look back.  It was much different being so close to him then when I was teasing him on the balcony.   I guess there was a little fear, making it seem more real.   When I got home, I closed the balcony curtains and watched The Office to get my mind off of everything.   Knock! Knock! Knock! came the sound about 30 minutes later.  It scared the hell out of me! I tip toed over to the door and look thru the peep hole and it was him!  I jump back a second, deciding what to do. Knock! Knock! Knock! again, my hand instinctively goes to the door knob.  I open the door about a foot.   glancing down, luckily I was still in my leggings and sweatshirt from supper.  “Hi there, I’m Ron from 4301” he says, nodding in the direction of my balcony.  “Hi” I say back, not knowing what else to say. Looking me over from head to toe, he says “Well, what’s your name?” I hestitate a moment, glancing behind me, then quietly say “I’m Claire”. “Mmmmm…Claire” he says “So, do you want some company?” “Oh, ummm No, I can’t tonight..I’m in the middle of finishing some things up.” Looking a little dissappointed himself.  “Well then, how about lunch tomorrow at my place?”  When he sees my hesitation to answer, he continues “Look, I am not going to tell anyone how you have been traipsing around your apartment and the balcony with nothing on, I know you don’t want that right?  I just want you to come over for lunch.” Realizing for the first time how bad that would be if this got around, It seems I don’t have much of a choice.    I nod my head, and nervously laugh “OK, I will come over” He smiles and repeats “4301, see you then.” Just after noon the following day, I build up my courage to go over.  I did not go on the balcony that morning.   I was dressed pretty modestly, jeans, tennis shoes and a t-shirt. It was overcast and rainy.  Nobody was out, which was good, I didn’t want anyone seeing me going over there.  I was so nervous walking up the stairs.  When I go to his door, it was cracked open. I knocked and the door opened quickly.Ron was dressed very casual. kağıthane escort a t-shirt and sweat shorts.  He waves me in and closes the door behind me.   He seemed very excited.  There was a glass of some kind of white wine already poured for me, he had his own.  There was some small talk at first until he brought up the balcony.  “You are the best thing about this depressing apartment complex!   And since being stuck in here, I feel like I am always visitng that corner” he says pointing towards his own balcony  “Come here”  taking my arm and guiding me over and making me stand in the corner, “See? perfect view of your balcony, Can you see thru my balcony door? ‘   I shook my head no, and he continued  “I have never stood in a place and jerked off so many times!” he says laughing and reaching down and pretending to masturbate while actually touching his bulge.  “Can you blame me?   You are gorgeous.  I’m surprised you have so many clothes on today!?” as he reaches over and tugs on the front pocket of my jeans.   “I couldn’t just come here with no pants” I say with a forced laugh.    He laughs, looks down to my jeans, and his smile slowly disappears as he looks back up to my face.  “Take ’em off” He says.  Speechless, I felt my jaw drop, I felt a little panic taking over.   He steps closer, in my face.  “Are just some slutty little tease turning guys on from a distance, but a real bitch up close?  Are you that bitch?”   I shake my head no “Then take off your jeans.”   he says, staring intently at me.    I kick my tennis shows off, still standing there in the corner, unbutton my jeans and slide them down to my ankles.   As I lean over, I see Ron’s hand over his sweat shorts clutching his erection.  As I step out my jeans, he says “Turn Around”.  With my back towards them, he urges me to take my panties off too. When I hesitate, he grabs them from behind, yanks them upwards and simply says “OFF!”.  I quickly  get them off, and he tells me to put both hands on the wall. He steps close, and with both hands he begins fondling me down below the waist, everywhere.   “Close your eyes” he orders. and when I do, he let’s go of me.  I tense up, wondering what what would happen.CRACK!     Fire and electrisity radiates thru my lower body.  I cry out!   The sting on my ass and lower legs burned!  My hands immediately went back to cover my ass while I crouch down.    His hand covers my mouth as he tells me to keep quiet. “YOU HIT ME!” I cry out again.  And his strong hand clamped down again and he raises his right hand.  I see this whip thing with lots of little whips hanging down.  He swings again, with my ass covered, it mostly hit maltepe escort the back of my thighs.   I was on my knees at this point, He is holding my jaw still and leans over my shoulder “The first was for being a little cock tease and the second is for not listening. Are you going to behave?”  As I look over at him motionless, He grabs my hair and pulls my face closer to his.  “Well?” Nodding my head  “Yes Sir”  “Now stand up and take off that shirt.  Bra too.”  As I do, he stands, stroking his cock thru his sweatpants still.  As soon as my bra comes off, his hands are on my boobs, squeezing hard, twisting at my nipples with a harsh command to stay quiet.   “Take off my Shorts” he commands.  As my hands reach out to the side of his shorts, he pulls his own shirt off.   “Get On your knees”. he says right before I start to slide his shorts down.  So I do, I kneel down, and he pushes me the rest of the way to my knees.   As I reach up and clutch his shorts and pull them down, I see his hard bulge pull down the shorts, then pop out as they go low enough.   Ron reaches down,  holds my head while he steps closer, rubbing his cock on my face until I open my mouth.  He shoves his cock inside and pulls my head in, ignoring my cough and slight gag.   Ron begins thrusting his hips, holding my hair tight, fucking my mouth hard.  He takes a step back, keeping my mouth on his cock, which almost puts me on all fours, but one hand is on his thigh.   CRACK!  I feel it again! I I give a muffled yell, and he swings again!.  And keeps swinging!  when I cover my backside with my left hand, he swings his whip under my chest on my left boob. I can’t describe the sound I made then, just a long muffled grunt.   He pulls out of my mouth, leans down and helps me to a standing position.  I wasn’t crying, but I definitly had tears in my eye from the sting.  He pulls me into a hug.  “Ok, there we go, That’s a good girl” he says as he reached back to gently rub the welts.   “Look at me” he says.  As I do, I feel him pressing  a hard erection against my lower stomach.  “Put your arms around my neck.”  When I do, he begins kissing me.  I feel his tongue in my mouth, pushing my tongue out of the way.. He was biting down on my lower lip.  I feel his hands squeezing my ass and body harder,almost lifting me up off the ground.  He begins to moan while doing this. Finally, he does pick me and shuffles to his large sectional couch and crawls on to it.  On top of me, between my legs.  He reach down, fingers me for a second, then pushes his cock just inside of me.   Once in, he thrusts hard, then thrusts harder.   He pins my hands over my head and just stares at me while he fucks me.   It was not long before he starts whispering “Take it bitch,you’re going to take it all”.    He tenses up, and explodes inside of me, not pulling out, still slowly thrusting.When we were done, he asked what time he was going to see me on the balcony.  When I said, I didn’t know, I was tired, he said 9pm.    “And why don’t come back for lunch tomorrow.”    “Yes Sir” I answer.  

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