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She’d been standing by the bay doors of their suite, cell phone in hand, for 10 minutes. She was naked; a lingering aura of heat still radiated from her body as if waiting to be summoned. But the streetlights cast shadows of rain droplets across her lush curves, filling her with dread and cooling her ardor more and more. Briefly, she glanced at his muscled frame, still dozing and unaware of what has happened. As she watched his smooth brown chest rise and fall, she allowed herself a small smile. Sighing deeply, she wished she were still lying next to him, that she’d never picked up the wake-up call that would alert her of the storm that had delayed all outgoing flights back home. Other travelers would reschedule another flight with the standard grumbles and groans while she was rendered helpless to watch their perfectly executed plan unravel right before her eyes.

“Hey…what are you doing over there?”

He’d started to sit up in bed to get a look at her. The sheets slid away, revealing more of his body, stopping short where his rippled chest ended and the curled tufts of hair leading to his manhood began. She smiled hungrily, her mouth watering with the memory of his taste and scent, and replied, “Enjoying the view.” He chuckled slyly, but suddenly, her face clouded over as she remembered her plight.

“The weather’s delayed my flight. I won’t be able to leave on time.”

“And why is that a bad thing?” he asked, rising to join her by the window.

“You know why,” she said, pushing him away. “Thomas will be back from his conference tonight. Now he’s going to beat me home, and I’ll have to lie to him again to explain why I wasn’t there…” Her voice broke as she strived to keep her eyes from flowing over. “God, I hate the lying so much!”

“You’ve done pretty well so far,” His voice tried to soothe her as his large hands curved around her waist and slowly, yet tantalizingly made their way towards her breasts.

“That doesn’t mean I like…ah!” His hands squeezed her fullness, cupping them in each palm while simultaneously teasing her nipples to hardness.

“You see? It’s not all bad, baby. Your body’s never lied to me…”

“Please don’t do that,” she moaned as his hands glided from her breasts to her ass. Grasping each cheek firmly, he pressed his warm, thickening cock against her and slowly began to grind his hips, making her become one with his rhythmic siren’s call. She knew she should be worrying about getting back home, to make sure that their illicit love was not discovered, or even hinted at. She should be calling the airport again; maybe there was a break in the weather, a later flight, anything that would help her…

Suddenly, lightning crackled and flashed across the sky. Her eyes flew open; her heart leaped as her body summoned a primal instinct within her to flee. But as she reared back, the radiance from his bare chest found her, evaporating each inch of tension from her flesh. She audibly sighed as her body melded into his strong frame. His arms now surrounded her rounded istanbul escort belly; his fingertips tickling her own moistening curls below her waist. And then she realized she didn’t want to worry about her flight anymore. The lightning lit the match, and now the thunder fanned the flames of passion that still roiled inside her.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

“Oh, baby, I knew you’d come around,” he said, smiling. “The storm will blow over soon enough, but for now, just let me hold you.”

The fading thunder emulated the potent tremblings rising within her. They seemed to leap from her body to his palms, and back again, making goosebumps radiate from her breasts to her thighs. One large palm covered her silky bush while the other cupped her face, drawing her away from the window. Sniffing her hair, his slick, pointed tongue darted out to find the spot on her throat that would make her helpless to say anything but ‘yes’ to him. She gasped, fully aware of the hot moisture on her neck and between her legs. Once again, her mind struggled to regain control. Tightening her thighs close together and scrunching her shoulder up against her cheek, she tried to prohibit him further access to the lust she had for him that threatened to gush forth at any moment.

The lightning streaked through the clouds once again, this time with the thunder close behind. She cried aloud and willed herself to run. But her legs opened for just an instant, and he took full advantage, pushing one finger into her juicy folds. She gasped, and he kissed her, his tongue rolling over her teeth, entwining with her own, and then darting inside her mouth With the same motion, his finger matched the rhythm, effortlessly gliding into her glistening, expectant cunt.

His cock began to grow with an awareness of its own. Seeking to absorb the rising energy of the embrace, it nestled in the groove of her warm, plump ass. Her hands reached behind her, slid down the front of his thighs, then lightly grasped his sac and cock, pre-cum already adorning the tip. Sensing his need, she smiled slyly to herself, then kissed him back more deeply. At the same time, she placed her hands on his hips to steady herself. With his bulging hardness planted squarely in her warm cleft, she slid up and down its length, causing him to sigh with pleasure.

“Oh, it’s like that now! Well you can forget it; I’m gonna get that ass MY way!” Both arms encircle her again, but this time, he pulls her up, flattening her body against his own. As their auras melded, she looked up at him. Once more, his tongue found her neck, and when he kissed her, her arms rose slowly over her curves to rest behind his head in an embrace of acceptance. The lightning and thunder snapped and rolled in confiding acquiescence as he lifted her luscious body with the delicacy of a China doll and laid her down on the bed.

He then lay down completely on top of her, melted over her to meet her lips in a molten exchange. avcılar escort His fingers tangled themselves in her hair as her own small fingers stroked his smooth shoulders and scalp. Their kisses were strong and hungry, each trying to consume and be consumed by the other. Outside, the rain joined the storm’s increasing frenzy with a loud hiss of urgency. Inside, he drew her to the edge of the bed, then held her legs in the air. Slowly, he bent her knees toward her chest, then pulled them apart. As he breathed in her lusty scent, the cool air found her still-moistening slit, causing her to shiver. Taking her hands, he guided them to hold one knee back, then the other, and then stood back to fully take in the sight of her body…ripe, liquescent, with her full breasts and pussy stretched wide open in welcome.

As his eyes devoured and drank every inch of her, she never felt more naked, so exposed, and yet, so very ready for him. Another round of nature’s fury shook the room. Light flashed across her body as he knelt before her, and when the thunder crashed, she found herself reeling from its impact as he took her clit onto his tongue.

The pouring rain seemed to beat time with her growing cries and moans. One moment, she’d sound as frightened as a child. The next, her primal nature would grit her teeth and growl at each new sensation. He lapped at her slit as more moisture began to form. The tip of his finger slid into her as his tongue teased her over and over. He seemed to want to devour her all at once, his beard pressed into her softness, making her yelp at the roughness of his violation. But then he would tease her gently again, and instead of fighting the wicked sensations, she found herself craving them, wanting them, and to be at last taken by them, over and over…

She cried out, then gasped in bewilderment as she realized he had stopped. She looked for him, briefly gazing at her own body, toned and tensed, laid open to receive any and all sensation. Light pulsed through the room, and suddenly, she found him again. Bathed in shadow, he stood looming before her. His hands seemed to drape the darkness over her thighs and knees, his hardness gliding over her bush and belly. Then, with one hand, he lifted his dick, and with the force of a drawbridge, let it fall squarely over her clit with a thick thud.

She cried out again, this time in surprise. She had tasted of his fine form before, but never did if feel so potent with energy. Quickly, she reached around and grasped his cock so that it covered her pussy. Gently, she stroked his length from the head to his swollen sac and back again. As her fingertips brushed the tip of his cock, she suddenly grazed the small pool of precum pulsing from him. She twirled her fingers around the tip, then brought them to her lips. As she licked them clean, she hoped he could still see her, and gestured for him to come closer. His vapor seemed to reach out for her as he leaned forward. But she stopped him, grasped his cock again, şirinevler escort and pulled him onto the bed until he was planted firmly between her breasts. Now it was his turn to gasp as she began to move herself up and down the sides of his thick, throbbing hardness while she licked, kissed and sucked at the tip, drawing it out of its foreskin towards the delectable, moist heat of her tender, yet timid mouth.

The jealous wind swept the rains away from the windows, pounded against the panes to match the rhythm of his hips over her breasts. Pulsing, grinding…and for a moment, trembling, suddenly he grabbed her hands to stop the erotic movement and held his body upright and rigid. The winds seemed to wane and even the rains lessened as he chanted to himself, “Not yet…ah God, not yet.” Once his trembling subsided, he pulled her hands above her head, covering her body once again. Their breaths joined as he held his face close to hers. Moving between her legs, his cock poised at her opening, he kissed her and whispered, “Now,” as the winds echoed his desire. She returned the kiss with her own desire, and as the rains resumed their urgent spatters, she whispered back, “Yes…oh, yes…”

He guided the tip inside her opening and she received it gratefully, her folds instantly yielding to his size. Grasping her hips, he drew her to him so that her legs encircled his waist. Posed as she was, only her head, arms and shoulders touched the bed. The lust-ridden motions began to seep into every pore of her, his thrusts making her growl and cry all at once. One moment, she couldn’t take anymore, the next, he was all she ever wanted. His thick, hard dick pounded into her, fucking her hard. Her breasts bounced with each thrust as her own hips met him with a primal call of her own.

Outside, the storm creshendoed with them, echoed with the sounds of their rising passion. As he began to groan with her, dripping from his illicit work, he surged into her, pulsing against her more and more, faster and faster, harder and harder, until at last…

The sky crackled, and suddenly, a tremendous BOOM joined with her screams of passion undenied. Her hot opening gushed, then tightened around his hardness, drawing him into the tempest’s heart. It seized him completely, and at last, he, too screamed out his release. For a moment, they are fused together, their minds struggling to marshal a clear thought through the orgasmic haze. As he tried to keep his footing, his hands slid under her arms, pushing her onto the bed once again, and when her legs were secure, he collapsed on top of her gently. The heat bubbles and pops between them, oozing in compliance with their humid atmosphere. Their breathing slowly returns to a gentler pace, and all the while, the storm outside finally starts to die down.

The phone’s insistent ring cracks through the still potent haze their lovemaking has created. Rolling over, he gazes at her languidly and strokes her cheek.

“Looks like the storm’s almost over,” he said.

“No it’s not,” she replied, and met his gaze with the lightning, thunder, winds and rain still shining in her eyes, rolling in her spirit, waiting for him to join her, to release her. With a broad smile, he dove into her eyes once again, holding her tightly close to him…

And with one strong arm, he reached over to the nightstand, and hung up the phone.

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I had a long hard day at work the last thing I wanted to do was cook or have company so I decided to pick something up to eat on my way home. After a quick dinner I decided I would take a long hot bath to relax and unwind. I opened a bottle of wine and went to the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water. I undressed and climbed in. Shortly, I hear a knock at my door. I climbed out of the tub and threw my robe on, tied it and went to the door to see who it was. I checked through the peephole and saw it was my neighbor Cabe. I had asked him to install some surround sound in my place about a month earlier. I was not in the mood to have anyone over, but since it had already taken this long, I did not want to go any longer without my surround sound. I opened the door and said hello and invited him in. I apologized for my attire and explained to him that I had just gotten into the tub when the doorbell rang. With a blush on his face he looked at me and apologized. I smiled and said it was ok. I asked him if he wanted something to drink and he asked for some water and I gave him the last bottle of water. We chatted for a bit as he drank his water and then he said it was time for him to get to work. I grabbed some magazines and sat on the couch to read them as he worked.

Since we first met I have had a slight crush on him. I thought he was handsome. Cabe is a tech genius! He knows everything there is to know about computers and anything installations, and anything else techie. I am not computer illiterate, but I am not all that tech savvy either. Cabe however, is not your typical tech guy. He is just above 6′ tall. He has gorgeous blue eyes. Even the glasses he wears don’t take away from the beauty of his intense eyes. He is stocky, and built like a football player with a bit of a belly. He is definitely the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. I have to admit it was hard for me to keep my eyes off of him. There have been many elevator rides where I would just stare at him. To my embarrassment, he has caught me staring a few times but has been gracious about it and just smiles. I know he was just trying to be nice, I mean he is gorgeous and I know I am not his type. From the woman I have seen come by his place I am far from his taste in women. I am 5’5, long brown hair, brown eyes with full hips, a well rounded belly and an ample butt. Also to my dismay, I have trouble finding tops that would cover my bosom without looking like a button is about to pop. Oh, and did I mention that I wear glasses as well. I am not ugly. Just nowhere near the model thin elegant women that always seemed to appear around him.

As he worked with some wiring, I would take glances over at him. I guess one glance, well a stare actually, if I am being honest, went on a bit too long because I noticed him smile and blush a bit which made me blush as well. That was my cue to leave. I excused myself, got up and went to the bathroom and drained the tub of the now cold water. He looked up and apologized again for interrupting my halkalı escort bath. I smiled and assured him it was fine. I walked back into the living room and sat on the couch with the computer to check email and surf the net for a bit. I opened my email and started to go through it and came across an email from a friend. The email contained a link to some of his photos. He is a great photographer and takes beautiful pictures. His portfolio has some of the most amazing pictures I have ever seen. He is a very sought after photographer. I click on the link to view the pictures he wanted me to see. I was a bit shocked as these pictures were different.

These were not fashion photographs that he normally takes. He took his art in a different direction. He did an erotica photo shoot and wanted to me to tell him what I thought. I viewed the pictures and they were out of this world! I went through the pictures of women in full domme gear with whips and all. They were not posed in any sexually explicit manner, just in sexy poses. I viewed the pictures as my neighbor worked. The pictures were amazing as always, however I found myself aroused by them and realized it may have not been the best time to view the photographs. I put the laptop down in an attempt to lessen the arousal. I went to pour myself another glass of wine and I asked my neighbor if he wanted something else to drink. I gave him the option of beer or wine because there was no more bottled water. He opted for the beer. We chatted for a bit about his day as he worked. I asked what he does for fun and the usual questions you ask during a friendly conversation. We were just starting to get into the conversation when the phone rang.

The phone interrupted our conversation. It was my photographer friend. I told him that I loved the pictures and that they were amazing. I ended the conversation and then excused myself to the bathroom. The phone conversation reminded me of the pictures and I was aroused again. I asked my neighbor if it was going to take much longer and he said it would take about another hour. So I decided to take my hot bath. I filled the tub and undressed. I started to climb into the tub and realized that I left my glass of wine out on the kitchen table. I threw my robe back on and started to head out to the kitchen. When I stepped out I saw my neighbor sitting on the couch and was looking at my computer. I realized that I never closed out the email with the photographs. I started to enter the room slowly trying to not make too much noise. I was embarrassed; I was imagining what my neighbor must be thinking of me with these kinds of pictures. As I moved further into the room I realized that it was not only I that was aroused by the pictures. There was one picture in particular that my neighbor liked. I know this because the picture was up and he was sporting a major hard on. My pussy clenched when I saw his hard on. I did not want to embarrass myself. I quietly moved back to the bathroom and made some noise şişli escort as I tried to enter the room again. He quickly closed the laptop and eased himself down on the coach. He explained that he was a bit tired and needed to take a bit of a rest. I explained that it was ok. I was just coming to get some wine. Even though he shifted in his seat, I could see the silhouette of his hard cock.

He looked to be at least 8 inches hard. I felt my nipples harden which made me blush. I have large nipples and even with clothes on they are very visible when I they get hard. I grabbed my glass of wine and went back to the bathroom and told him to carry on. I closed the door and ran the water a bit. I took my robe off and climbed into the tub and settled in for my bath. I closed my eyes but all I could see were the pictures and the mental image of my neighbor and his beautiful erection. I was completely turned on. My nipples were hard and my pussy was wet. I wanted to masturbate but I couldn’t because I had someone there. My guest was creating all sorts of naughty erotic imagines in my head making me even hotter. I couldn’t take anymore and I started to gently wash my body. I started with my breast, slowly massaging and squeezing my breast and pinching my nipples. All the time I had imagines of Cabe’s hands on my breast I was enjoying myself much I forgot that my neighbor was still there. I heard a sound that bought me back.

I opened my eyes slightly embarrassed that I was having naughty thoughts of my neighbor while he was there. Movement catches the corner of my eye and I look towards the door which I had left open. I placed a full sized mirror just outside of the bathroom to give myself a final check before I leave the house. The mirror is between the living room and the bathroom. In the mirror I can see the reflection of my neighbor. He had his head back and his cock in his hand. I did not realize that he could see me in the mirror. I guess he had been watching me the whole time. I could not stop watching him. Watching him masturbate turned me on so much. My nipples were hard and erect. Then lowered his head and opened his eyes and looked right into the mirror. We made eye contact in the mirror and I continued to watch him. He smiled as he watched me watch him. Then he stood up and started walking towards the bathroom. I loudly said stop. He quickly stopped and had a shadow of disappointment crossed his face. “Get the bottle of wine and another glass for you” I said with a smile. He walked back and I heard him open the fridge and the cupboard and start to head to the bathroom. He stood at the doorway fully clothed with his pants undone. His eyes scanned all of my body in the water which made my nipples pebble even harder. I could full see his beautiful erection over his clothes. “Would you like to join me? “He poured himself a glass of wine and quickly took his clothes off and jumped in the tub. Before I could say anything he kissed me. That kiss sarıyer escort sent shockwaves through me. My nipples were hard pebbles. He pressed himself against me which felt amazing. I could feel his hard throbbing cock against my thigh. Gently he moved us until I was on top of him.

We continued kissing and slowly he had me move up so that he could suck on my breast. I was enjoying the sensation of his mouth on my skin. It felt amazing. Every kiss, every lick, made my pussy wetter. I started to grind myself on him as he sucked on my nipples. He moved his hands slowly caressing my body and all of my curves. His hand finally reached its destination and I gasped as his finger slipped into my wet waiting cunt. He moved his thumb gently applying pressure to my clit while rubbing it. I moaned and kissed him harder. He quickly bought me to the edge and over my body shuddering with the climax. When the shuddering subsided, I blushed. He pulled me close and kissed me. I could feel his erection against me as we kissed. I pull away and smile, I quietly get up and step out of the tub. I look back and admire his naked body. I start to walk out and yell back, “Are you going to sit in that cold water all night or come and warm me up in my bed?”

He was behind me quickly kissing the back of my neck. We entered my bedroom and he turned me around and crushed me into his body. We kissed and I could not get close enough to him. He walked us back towards the bed and I felt the edge of the bed behind my knees. I turned us around and pushed him down on the bed. I smiled at him and said, my turn. I kissed my way down his body stopping to lick his nipples making them hard. Then I continue kissing my way down his body until I reach his erect cock. I look up at him and smile, and then I licked the length of him. Then I slowly took him in gently cupping his balls as I begin to bob up and down. I quicken the pace bringing him to the edge. He moans and his whole body jerked and convulsed and I sucked on the tip again as he started to come. Smiling I quickly cleaned up and climbed into bed next to him. We lay there quietly or a few minutes in comfortable silence. Then he grabbed me and rolled me on top of him and kissed me. He gently sat us up and began to suck on my right nipple while he played with the left one. His cock became hard again. I was pushing against my pussy making it wet again. He grabbed my hips and gently guided me down onto his erect cock.

As I lowered myself, he entered me. Once all the way in we sat still. Not moving, just kissing. I could feel every inch of his throbbing cock in me. It felt so good I let out a moan. I started to ride his cock slowly. He grabbed my hips and held on. He quickened the pace. while pushing deeper and harder into me. I arched my back trying to get him deeper. I thrust harder and increase the pace. He quickly brought me to the edge. I started to cum. My pussy tightened around his cock as I started to cum and he gave a few more thrusts and was tumbling over the edge with me. With his cock still in me, he gently rolled us over so that I was on my back and he was lying in between my legs. He finally pulled himself away and went to the bathroom to clean up. When he came back to the room I went to the bathroom to get cleaned up as well. I could not believe what happened.

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Neo watched as Trinity moved around the ship with Morpheus. He couldn’t take his eyes off her. She moved in a sexy way and was in every way a fucking hot woman. Her tits were not large but when she wore a leather shirt, her tits became extra defined and her nipples jutted out from beneath them.

Neo watched her and watched her. His eyes followed her wherever she went. He even watched her shower by plugging in special cameras. Neo knew Trinity liked to masturbate although Neo always gave her the best sex. He had heard her masturbate after they were done fucking. He also knew Trinity used to be a fucking slut. He had seen pictures of her nude on the internet. Neo pulled up files on her. During 2099, people had to keep track of who they fucked. Neo looked at that list: Cypher, Neo, Agent Smith, and Morpheus.

The last name sent a shiver down his spine. He could fantasize Morpheus and Trinity in bed fucking doggy-style. Morpheus’s enormous black cock into Trinity’s white pussy. It was just so hot. Neo immediately got a hard-on.

Neo asked Trinity, “How would you like to fuck tonight?”

She said, “I’m sorry. I got a date with Tank at Zion. We’re renting a room afterwards for some hot fucks.”

“No problem. Just sometime soon.”

Trinity’s nipples got erect and Neo, with his eyes could see Trinity’s pussy get wet and the drops roll down the insides of her legs. Neo could sense Trinity thinking about Neo’s erect cock and thinking about how good it would bostancı escort be to suck it and have Neo’s cum all over her mouth and tits.

Neo, with his new found abilities could sense anyone’s thoughts and after going into the Matrix, he found many people with perverse thoughts about fucking. Take for example, Agent Smith, he thought about fucking his partner Agent Jenny Carter every day. Neo noticed Agent Smith looked at her legs and her ass every few seconds. Smith had often tried to trip Carter to make an upskirt because Carter wore cheerleader skirts that were very short.

Neo thought about all these things and locked his door. He stripped off all his clothes and started to stroke his cock. Soon, he started to jack off. Cum popped out and he started to wipe it away.

He walked out. Trinity was right outside his room. He sensed Trinity looking at something. Neo too looked at it. It was a little pool of cum that hadn’t been wiped. Trinity took her index finger and wiped. it. She put the cum in her mouth and said, “Mmmmmmmm.”

Trinity took Neo by the hand and laid his hand on the buckle to her shirt which had a buckle. Trinity made him push the button, the shirt fell to the ground soundlessly. Neo wasn’t surprised to see Trinity not wearing a bra. Her nipples and tits were bigger than before.

“Uh, Trin, why are your tits bigger?”

“Can’t you see, Neo? I got implants. They’re just for you.” She offered a nipple fatih escort for Neo, “Suck on it. It tastes good. Sometimes I do it myself. When I get real horny.”

Neo bent down and took her right nipple into his mouth. It felt smooth at the first touch. He started to play with it as his other hand moved down toward her inner thigh. He put two finger into Trinity’s pussy. Trinity moaned. Neo thrust slowly with his two finger making sure he enjoyed every moment he had with her. They had fucked before but tonight was the best night. He thrust harder and faster and Trinity panted and moaned.

“Don’t stop, Neo, I don’t want you to stop. Don’t stop fucking me. I want you to fuck me until I scream. Yessssssssssssssssssss. Don’t stop. Fuck, YESSSSS! OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! I love this. YESSSSSSSSSSSS.”

With one last thrust, Trinity orgasmed and she collasped on Neo’s bed. Neo went to check if she was alright. Trinity surprised Neo and they flipped positions. Trinity held Neo and pushed him up next to the bed post. With two pussy juice-filled sheets, Trinity tied Neo to the bed post. Neo couldn’t move. Trinity bent down and looked at Neo’s cock.

Neo understood what Trinity meant. Trinity opened her mouth and enclosed it on Neo’s throbbing dick. She sucked on it and pumped her mouth up and down. Neo rose his pelvis up and down to the rhythm of Trinity’s sucks. Pre-cum flowed out of Neo’s dick and Trinity licked it up like a wild animal. She bağcılar escort licked up the shaft of the cock and all the way to his balls. Neo could just feel the load of cum passing through his cock. It spurted out all the way to Trinity’s mouth as she choked on the large load. She put her mouth on Neo’s cock once again to like up the remaining elements of cum.

Neo and Trinity started to kiss passionately and their tongues entwined inside their connected mouths. Neo played with her tits as they kissed and pinched her nipples. Trinity started to squeeze Neo’s buttocks and with her other hand play with his balls. Soon, they let go of each other, and Neo’s cock was inserted into her pussy which had so much juice it could become a gallon of milk. He inserted his cockhead in at first and Trinity moaned but centimeter by centimeter, his cock went in. Until it went fully, even his balls went through. As he did this, Neo used on finger and took all the pussy juices into his mouth. He put his tongue was engulfing and licking all her pussy juices and he made sure he was enjoying everything. He was thrusting his nine-inch cock slowly and surely. Neo thrust harder and faster as more and more pussy juices rolled down the insides of her thighs.

Trinity said, “OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! I want to feel your cock within me. Damnit!!! YESSSSSSS! DON’T STOP!!! DAMN YESSSSSSSSSS! I want to feel your load in my pussy. Fuck yess, fuck me.”

While Trinity was saying this, Neo was saying, “Fuck me my little slut. OHHH YESSSS! Your pussy feels so good!”

For the second time, semen spurted out and straight into Trinity’s pussy. Trinity screamed as the gallon of semen flew into her pussy. She screamed loud and hard and she panted. They started to kiss and soon fell asleep.

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“Oh… Oh… Oh yeah… Oh God… Oh fuck… Fuck… Fuck me… FUCK MEEEEE!!!!”

His hard rod impales me and I beg for more. In and out he pistons as I push back to meet him. His heavy balls slap against my thighs each time he thrusts forward. Nothing exists but the incredible pleasure. It builds like a tidal wave. Slowly, inexorably it builds, until it finally crests. My orgasm breaks over me and the world explodes.

I wake exhausted and alone in my apartment. My nightgown and panties are soaked. The room smells of sex.

It’s the same dream that I’ve been having for as long as I can remember. The details change but the man never does. I have no idea who the man is and it doesn’t matter. All that matters, all that ever matters, is the huge slab of meat between his legs. That glorious cock and what it does to me.

I might be at a party or a dance club. It could happen in the library or a subway car. The place is unimportant, but it is always public.

I feel someone come up behind me. Powerful hands grab my waist. Hot breath blows over my ear and his tongue pendik escort caresses my earlobe as he gently sucks it into his mouth. His face presses into my long dark hair, he inhales my fresh, clean scent. My nipples harden and I begin to get wet as his hands travel up and reach around to cup my full breasts. I feel the hardness at his crotch stir where it nestles against my ass when he feels that I am not wearing a bra. A gasp escapes me as he tweaks a nipple with his left hand while the right traces down my taut belly towards the juncture of my thighs. He lifts the hem of my skirt and I feel his erection stiffen even further as he finds no panties to obstruct his fingers from gliding over my clean-shaven pussy and sliding between my soaking folds as my legs part to allow him access to my most private of places. I moan as he massages my clit and his fingers begin to probe further into my body. I grind my ass back against his crotch to encourage him. He stops.

He removes his hands and pulls back. I let out a cry of protest and try to reach back kağıthane escort to grab his hands. Instead, he grabs my arms and pushes me forward. As he bends me over I hear a zipper being undone and a shiver runs up my spine as he raises the back of my skirt. A cold breeze blows over my naked ass and cunt as they are exposed to the world. I feel a pressure between my legs as he presses the bulbous head of his magnificent cock against the opening to my womb. For a moment there is resistance as his impressive girth momentarily delays entry, but the lubrication of his oozing precum mixing with the moisture leaking from me soon do their job and my lips part to engulf the invader. His massive organ slides easily into my dripping canal, filling me fuller than I had ever imagined, as his hips press tight against my ass. Once more his hands reach around to fondle my tits and I mew as he pinches my diamond hard nipples through the thin blouse. Now totally in control, he grasps my hips and begins to slowly stroke in and out. maltepe escort Faster and faster, the pace increases, until finally I feel his balls contract. His cock spasms once, twice, three times and he empties his seed inside me. As I feel his warm cum flood my needy hole, my head flies back and my back arches as I stiffen and a massive orgasm washes over me.

The whole time he has never said a word. I stand there, legs spread, leaning forward, as the mixed juices of out tryst leak out of me onto the floor. As I catch my breath and come back to myself he zips up and slips away. I can never tell who it was. Only my flushed face, rumpled clothes and the sticky fluids slowly leaking down my legs remain as evidence of the torrid encounter.

All of this is running through my head again as I shower. I wash off the smell of stale tobacco from the club last night, paying special attention to my hair. I run my hands over my body massaging my breasts as I wash. As my soapy hands run over and between my legs I feel the first signs of returning hair. Lathering up, I take the razor and carefully remove any traces of stubble, until everything is once more perfectly soft and smooth. I dry myself and brush out my hair while I consider what I will be doing this morning. Walking nude to the closet, I select a short, loose skirt and sheer blouse. It’s just a short trip by subway to the library.

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The characters “Joy” and “I”, were previously introduced in “Finally, My First Time”, in which “I” gave his virginity to “Joy” in the first of a collection of stories about the evolution of their relationship as they explore their sexuality together. They also were featured in “Happy Birthday to Me”, “Game Night” and “Motion of the Ocean”. As stand-alone stories they are not being published in chronological order. This event actually was intended to follow “Happy Birthday to Me” and to precede “Game Night”, but it wasn’t ready and “Motion of the Ocean”, a great story, if I do say so myself, was ready and waiting.

Since this is a stand-alone story it isn’t necessary to read the previous tales. However, the backstory in them does provide the reader with additional context that may add to their reading experience.

All characters are fictional; any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental; the events depicted are the product of my very fertile imagination, fantasies and/or personal bucket list, not depictions of actual events.

All characters are 18 years of age or older.

Panewhitebread

*****

Joy and I very quickly learned that our post birthday party antics had broken down the wall of wariness that inhibits relationships with new friends, and overnight we became BFFs with Pete and Melanie. The Friday after the birthday party Melanie invited us to dinner, and suggested that we plan on sleeping over so that we could all enjoy a relaxing evening together. Joy and I both jumped at the invitation, thrilled to be having the chance to spend another night together so soon.

After work on Friday I picked up Joy and Melanie at their office and drove to Melanie and Pete’s apartment. Melanie prepared a delicious dinner, and we sat down in the living room. Pete played his guitar and harmonica, Mellie singing along while Joy and I cuddled on the comfortable couch. Between songs everyone talked about current happenings in their lives and continued to learn more about each other.

We guys soon found that Melanie, Joy and their coworkers had no inhibitions when it came to sharing their private lives as the girls repeated the tales they heard at work. I was shocked to hear about one of the executive secretaries who bragged that she was a kept woman, living rent-free in a luxury apartment paid for by her wealthy married paramour, and about the rampant culture of sexual gymnastics between the secretaries in the office and their bosses, married and single.

Joy turned to Mel, gossiping “Here’s a little story that you may not have heard… I went to lunch with Kelly the other day. You know, she works in Fixed Income.”

Turning to me she continued “You met her at the Irish Pub when you picked me up the night I had a couple of drinks with the girls after work last week. She was the little brunette with the long, shiny hair down to her butt and porcelain skin, the one you thought was so gorgeous… Remember?”

She continued “Well, she told me that she was sleeping with Marvin. He’s her boss. Marvin is a tall, handsome, muscular young black man. Wharton School graduate. Two young kids… According to Kelly he is also hung like a stallion…

She complained that Marvin owes her a new bed. He had taken her to dinner after working late together a couple of nights before, then they went back to her apartment. Soon they climbed into her bed and things got hot and heavy. He was giving her everything he had; both of them were about to have massive orgasms when the bed frame broke and they ended up sprawled together on the floor!”

“Talk about coitus interruptus” Mellie interjected.

Everyone roared with laughter, visualizing the scene.

I soon learned that the sex wasn’t just limited to the secretaries and their bosses.

Joy asked “Melanie, have you heard about Ann’s taxi ride with Steve Stein?”

“No, what have I missed?”

“Well, you know he is the office’s richest client. Our supervisor Dan sent her with Mr. Stein to his home in a taxi a few days ago to retrieve some documents that we needed to complete a trade. As soon as they got into the taxi the jerk began hitting on her. She’s a thirty something single mother, just trying to do her job to the best of her ability, and that rich old fart is telling her how hot and halkalı escort sexy she is the minute he’s alone with her, trying to get into her pants… Give me a break!

Anyway, he offered to move her into a luxury apartment where he could visit her ‘from time to time’ for sex, but only if she was willing to be examined by the doctor of his choice, at his expense, and certified ‘to be clean’ first. Then, when Ann said that she would have to think about his offer he proceeded to offer her a hundred dollars to ‘lay her head in his lap for a few minutes’ while they rode in the taxi.”

Amazingly, Ann had told Joy the story in the presence of their supervisor, who just laughed when he heard the story of the client’s outlandish propositions! Apparently the rich customer is always right in that company, and all of their female employees are for sale to the richest clients. I began to question the wisdom of Joy working there!

As the girls got to know one another better they realized that they had hung out in many of the same neighborhoods and places during their school days. They began to talk about places they had gone to park and make out with their boyfriends, and decided it would be fun to revisit a favorite city park that was notorious for amorous activities, nicknamed Blueberry Hill by the young couples who frequented the site. Despite the lateness of the hour and the chilly weather they asked Pete and I if we would take them parking for old time’s sake. Head over heels in love with Joy, I wanted to make her happy in our relationship at any cost, so I quickly agreed. Pete also said OK, wanting to keep his lovely wife happy.

The four of us pulled on our heavy coats and piled into my car, since it was spacious enough for all four of us to be comfortable. Melanie and Pete jumped in the back seat and Joy snuggled close to me on the front bench seat. During the long drive the girls chatted back and forth as I concentrated on my driving.

The girls directed us to the park entrance and guided us down the gravel pathways to a secluded clearing surrounded by trees that they knew well. I pulled the car off of the pathway, and stopped it a respectable distance from the few other cars that were already parked in the area. I engaged the parking brake and placed the transmission in Park, then turned off the headlights, leaving the engine (and the heater) running on the cold winter night.

“We need to leave the parking lights lit. If the police see a dark car they come knocking on the windows” Joy told me.

I switched the lights on.

I was a parking virgin, having never ‘parked’ with a date before. An awkward silence ensued as I wondered whether the girls intended for us to actually make out or if they were just there to reminisce about past experiences.

Out of the blue Pete’s deep baritone voice began belting out the words of the song made famous by the legendary Fats Domino:

“I found my thrill…

On Blueberry Hill…”

The girls and I began laughing at Pete’s impromptu concert.

“Should I turn on the radio so we can listen to some music?” I asked everyone after Pete concluded his serenade.

“No” Joy responded. “The radio will make it hard to talk.”

After a brief awkward silence I began to hear rustling noises coming from the back seat, followed by kissing sounds. It seemed that someone in the back seat had decided to take advantage of the opportunity available. I glanced up at the rearview mirror, but wasn’t able to see anything in the dark shadows of the back seat.

I decided it was OK to follow Pete and Melanie’s lead and reached over to pull Joy closer. Leaning toward her I wrapped my arms around her and began softly kissing her inviting lips. She kissed me back more firmly and slipped her tongue from her mouth, probing my closed lips, which I quickly parted for her. Our kissing quickly became more passionate, escalating our heartbeats and breathing, soft sounds of pleasure escaping from her as we necked.

Melanie called out from the back seat “Behave yourselves up there, you two!”

Joy quickly shot back “Don’t you worry about us… Don’t make any babies back there!”

Melanie retorted “We’re married… We can make babies if we want to”, ending the nişantaşı escort war of wits.

Joy and I resumed kissing, this time less tentatively and with more passion. My level of arousal jumped at the realization that our friends could hear, and possibly even see what we were doing in the front seat.

As our necking intensified the noises from the rear seat also increased, along with the rustle of movements back there, some causing the car to shake, and the sounds of heavy breathing and other signs of passion from the back seat became more obvious. I wondered just what was going on back there, visualizing naked bodies joined together at the groin squirming and bucking in the throes of passion, wanting to see the couple making love. At the same time the idea of taking off my clothes and Joy’s and making passionate love as we were observed by the occupants of the back seat drove my excitement level higher than ever.

I wondered just how far any of us was willing to go in this situation. Putting aside my normal inclination toward modesty and yielding to the exhibitionistic and voyeuristic urges that were manifesting themselves I decided to do what I would if I was alone with Joy, assuming she would stop me if I was taking her beyond her comfort level. I unzipped my heavy winter coat and wiggled it off my arms, leaving it behind my back, then turned my attention to Joy’s hooded parka.

Accompanied by the sounds of passionate kissing coming from the back seat I unzipped her coat and pulled it from around her, and leaned her back against the passenger door with the coat cushioning her back. I reached out my hand and began to rub and squeeze her breasts through her favorite Kelly green wraparound Danskin top. As I felt her nipples tightening and swelling in response I slipped my hand to the ties holding it closed at the waist and released the bow, pushing the material aside, revealing the satiny lightweight bra encasing her breasts illuminated by the faint glimmer of light from the moon.

I unhooked the front clasp of her bra and lifted the soft cups to either side of her heaving chest. Once Joy’s champagne glass shaped 34 B mounds were freed from their confinement I began licking and sucking on them hungrily as Joy groaned deeply in pleasure.

Concerned about Joy’s reaction to her body being so exposed to our new friends, I again wondered just how much of a show Melanie and Pete were getting from their vantage point in the back seat. I scanned the mirror again but I couldn’t even tell if the back seat was occupied in the dark shadows, let alone see what was going on back there. I realized that unless they leaned over the seat their view of us would be completely blocked by the headrests and our seatback. At the same time I was stimulated by the possibility of being watched while we continued to make out.

With my lips and tongue busily engaged with Joy’s sexy upper display and my concerns about exposing my lover’s body to a strange guy resolved for the moment I slipped my palm between Joy’s corduroy encased thighs and pressed firmly against her mound, feeling the heat radiating outward. Joy gasped in response. She reached over to my lap and began rubbing and squeezing the substantial bulge she encountered there.

The aroma of aroused femininity began to waft throughout the car as I focused on Joy’s and my urges, ignoring the sexy sounds coming from the dark void of the back seat. My fumbling fingers released the button at the waistline of Joy’s slacks and pulled down the zipper, giving my hand access beneath her slacks. Sliding my fingers inside the heavy corduroy cloth into the gap between Joy’s thighs I discovered an unexpected barrier – she was wearing control top pantyhose under her slacks! I pressed my fingers into the soft vee of her mound, feeling the heat and moisture flowing from deep within her.

She unbuckled my belt, unhooked the clasp and pulled down my zipper, spreading my slacks open. Reaching inside, her fingers pushed under the waistband of my briefs and wrapped around my fully engorged shaft as slippery precum oozed from the opening. I lifted my hips from the seat, allowing her to push my slacks and briefs down my thighs enough for her to have free access to my throbbing manhood.

Meanwhile, şişli escort I stroked my fingers back and forth firmly against the soaked pantyhose. I remembered from previous experience how difficult it was to maneuver my hand inside the waist band or pull them down enough to allow full access to her most private bits.

Joy began to slide her hand up and down the length of my fully erect ramrod, and I began to thrust my hips in time to her movements seeking the release I now was racing toward.

I stroked the firm little nub hidden beneath her pantyhose, working to bring her to the orgasm that she clearly needed. Joy responded by jamming her crotch back and forth against my hand as we both panted and grunted together, struggling toward satisfaction of our mutual desires.

Recalling a conversation between Joy and one of her girlfriends that I had heard not too long before, I stretched the crotch seam of her pantyhose away from her body, then pushed my index finger through the weak spot that existed next to the seam, creating an opening, then tore a large hole in the crotch of the pantyhose, allowing free access to her hot, juicy love tunnel.

I plunged two fingers deep inside her and began thrusting them rapidly back and forth into her slick, velvety depths. My fingertips sought her sensitive G-spot and my thumb continued ministering to her swollen, tender clitty as her crotch rose and fell rhythmically in response.

The car began to rock on the suspension as we moved, and I wondered if we were disturbing our friends in the back seat.

Joy clamped her thighs tightly around my probing fingers as she climaxed, whimpering quietly while her body twitched uncontrollably, and then collapsed back down into the seat, satisfied.

Meanwhile, my torso bucked as I thrust my hips up and down in Joy’s hand, shooting rope after rope of my hot sticky juices into Joy’s hand and my lap, drenching them and adding the aroma of my ejaculate to the cocktail of scents spreading throughout the car.

As Joy and I returned to earth we heard Melanie wryly comment “Well THAT was interesting…Can we go now?”

That reminded us that we had an audience for our make out session and caused my penis to jerk excitedly at the thought. Suddenly self-conscious, I chose to remain silent while wondering if Mellie and her husband had enjoyed Joy’s and my performance

I pulled out the white cotton handkerchief that I always carried in my pocket and handed it to Joy, who took it and wiped my sticky ejaculate from her cum drenched hand and handed it back to me. As she adjusted her clothing I wiped up as much of the sticky secretions covering my groin as I could with the already soggy handkerchief and tossed it onto the rubber floor mat, adjusted my clothing and drove us back to our hosts’ apartment.

Not much was said as we drove back to Berwyn, with each of us lost in our own thoughts. As I drove all kinds of emotions raced through my head. I wondered if our friends had believed that Joy and I had fucked on the front seat as they sat within touching distance. Simultaneously I wondered if they knew that we didn’t and thought we were wimps for not going that far. I wondered if the fact that we had now revealed our sexuality so openly to them twice within a short space of time would create a problem between us. I also wondered about exactly what had gone on between them in the back seat while Joy and I were distracted by our own passions in the front.

I was amazed that I was willing to engage in such private acts so openly in the close presence of others. At the same time I realized that knowing that friends were watching and hearing our passion, along with my hearing theirs had turned me on incredibly, and had added to my level of arousal once again. I began to recognize the depth of my exhibitionistic tendencies and wondered what my personal limits were and where they were taking us.

I also wondered just how open Joy was to sharing our sex life with others so freely. I was worried that we would cross a line that would endanger our budding relationship.

When we arrived back at the apartment it was well after 1 am. Joy and I told our host and hostess good night and we all went directly to our respective bedrooms. Joy and I quickly undressed and crawled into our tiny love nest and locked ourselves together in a tight embrace, quickly falling asleep. Echoes of Fats Domino singing ‘Blueberry Hill’ reverberated through my mind until I drifted into a deep, satisfied sleep.

*****

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I felt you come up behind me and rest your hands on my hips. Pulling me into you, grinding your hard cock against my ass, I sighed deeply… you always new how to catch me off guard. I knew what you wanted, your cock planted deep in my ass, there was no mistake in your firm grinding. As you continued grinding, I felt your warm breath on my neck. You could smell the remnants of cotton candy from my Fantasy perfume applied earlier in the day. It was intoxicating to you.

“I need that hot ass of yours so badly”, you whispered melodically into my ear.

My clit tingled, you made me feel so naughty when you tell me dirty things. It excited me so much to hear your voice. Usually I’m not that vocal and quickly decided I would change things up. I leaned my head against your chest and moved my chin up so you could hear me.

“I want to feel you spreading my ass cheeks wide, look at my hot ass and dripping pussy. I want you to see how wet I am, just knowing your cock will soon be pounding into me, making me all yours.”

“Ohh really Crystal?” your familiar question.

“Mmmm I do, I need it so bad. My ass is aching for your fingers, tongue and cock.”

With that, I felt you lower your hands from my hips to my ass cheeks. You squeezed them tightly through my low rise jeans and I leaned back into your chest again. Planting big kisses on my neck, starting right under my ear and working your way down to my collarbone, you felt my breathing quicken. Then I felt your warm tongue run from my collarbone back up to my ear and your warm breath blowing on my neck.

I let out a soft moan, you knew just how to drive me crazy and make me squirm. I wanted to turn around so badly and gaze into your eyes but I didn’t want to leave your hard cock rubbing against my ass.

“You’re such a naughty girl”, you whispered. I could tell you had a big smile on your face since you loved when I was bad and slutty.

You started touching me all over. Running your strong hands up and down my sides feverishly. You were getting very aroused, I could feel your desire and I loved it. I felt your hands on top of my hands. Slowly, you dragged your fingers up my arms, which were quite sensitive and sent chills up my spine. Soon, they were cupping my heavy tits. Oh I wanted you to play with them so badly! You know how sensitive they are and how it makes me so unbelievably wet. Tugging on my hard nipples, you made me squirm.

“Crystal, tell me, why are your nipples hard?”

“I don’t know”, my coy response.

You wouldn’t stop tugging at them; you pulled them harder, and twisted the nubs between your thumb and index finger through my pink polo shirt. I couldn’t take it any more; I was so frustrated at this point.

“I want you to feel them skin to skin!”

You pulled my shirt off quickly and unhooked my cute pink sheer bra. It was quite erotic, you undressing me this way; I kind of felt like your doll. Taking both of your hands you slid them under each side of my bra and pushed forward to remove it. Your hands grazed against the sensitive sides and wrapped around the front of my white tits. My bra was now hanging on my arms and I let it slide off onto the floor.

You sighed deeply when your fingertips encountered my erect nipples. You couldn’t see them, but I knew you were envisioning them in your mind, dark pink, the taut skin around the eraser nub, the contrast of my white skin to my nipple. You loved when I wore white t-shirts with no bra; you loved to see the dark outline emerge through the whiteness.

As you continued to tortuously tug on my nipples, I took my fingertips and traced lines back and forth under my tits, adding to the sensation. Squeezing, pulling, tugging, pinching and twisting, my nipples grew harder and longer, sticking out further than before. You loved trying to see how far you could get my nipples to protrude, it was almost a game for you, and delicious tease for me.

“You have such great tits Crystal.”

“I’d love to run my nipples all over your cock. Shove your cock in between them as I push them together. I want your hot cum to cover them”. I was getting more and more into it as each minute passed.

“Oh we are a little dirty tonight, aren’t we?”

“Mmmhmmm”.

“I love it when you are dirty”.

I was still facing away from you; still I had not had a chance to gaze into your eyes. I tried my best to remain patient, even though it was killing me. I figured I would most likely be rewarded for my patience that was my hope.

Your hands traveled further down, over my stomach and to the waist of my jeans. Your hands continued over my jeans, to my thighs where you grabbed them firmly. I wanted you to be a little rough with me; I was hoping you were picking up on it.

Suddenly, you grabbed my hand and lead me to your bathroom. I was a little confused and wasn’t sure what you were thinking, but I went along with it. Once we were both inside you closed the door so Freeway wouldn’t disturb us, since she is quite the curious istanbul escort dog.

“I want you take off your pants.”

“Ok.”

Finally we were facing each other and I was staring at you. I loved when you took control. Quickly, I unbuttoned my jeans and tossed them aside. I was left wearing only my pink fishnet thong.

“Mmmmm naughty girl.”

I could feel your eyes move up and down my body, inspecting every inch. You wanted me, I could tell.

“Sit on the toilet.” You demanded.

Intrigued by your statement, I put down the lid and sat on the toilet with my legs closed. Kneeling down in front of me, you placed your hands on my knees and tried to pry apart my smooth legs. Playfully, I resisted you.

“Oh so now you are going to keep your legs closed?”

Very funny, I thought. Laughing at you, I spread open my legs about shoulder width apart. You pushed them open wider. I loved when you exposed me. There right in front of you was my shaved pussy lips and clit only separated by a piece of mesh fabric. You had to investigate further.

I looked down to see your head between my legs, about 3 inches away from my pussy. I wasn’t sure what you were going to do, but I felt your hot breath. This was pure torture. Then I felt your warm tongue push against my panties. Probing your tongue around my now juicy cunt felt delicious. The fishnet fabric had enough holes that I could feel the wetness of your tongue… just enough.

“Mmmmm, that feels sooo good! Bad Billy!”

“Oh you haven’t seen anything bad yet”.

“I want to feel it skin to skin!”

“Patience Crystal”.

Dammit, I thought. I shouldn’t have said anything. Now I knew you were going to tease me even more. God, I wish I wasn’t so impatient! I snapped back to reality when your cock was right in front of my face.

I didn’t even notice you took off your pants. They were now around your ankles and you pulled your cock out from your boxers. You rubbed it softly across my lips.

“You a like hard cock Crystal, don’t you?”

“Mmmhmm”.

“You love the way it feels in your mouth, don’t you?”

“Yes I do.”

I knew what you wanted. I opened my mouth wide and licked my lips, waiting patiently for your dick. I closed my eyes and felt the silky smoothness on my lips, you pushed yourself into me and I felt the head of your cock in my mouth. My tongue encircled your head, I licked it all over. You let out a deep groan as you pushed your throbbing cock further into my warm, wet mouth.

I loved having a hard cock in my mouth. The intoxicating feeling of control that it gave me. Even though I was at your service, you were also at mine, feeding my small desires of control.

Feeling the ridge pass through my lips was my favorite part. It immediately made me think of that same ridge grazing over my g-spot when your cock was thrusting deep inside my pussy. Mmmm… The thought made my clit extremely tingly, I had to touch it. I reached down and began to rub my clit over my panties with my middle finger.

“Excuse me, who said you could touch?”

I looked up at you with your cock in my mouth.

“Patience Crystal, no touching”.

Instead I moved the same hand up to your cock and began pumping the shaft in sync with my mouth. I felt your legs buckle just a little, I always loved that response. You let out a groan of pleasure. I felt your hands running through my hair as I worked diligently on your throbbing cock.

“Ooh Crystal you’re such a naughty girl”.

I started stroking with more intensity, I could taste your precum, sweet and salty at the same time, I secretly wanted you to pull your cock out and cum into my mouth from a distance, that way it would get on my lips, cheeks, neck and maybe even my glasses, I wondered if you could read my mind, I sure hoped so.

By this time, I was moaning while on sucking on your cock. God I wanted to rub my clit so badly, but I let the feeling subside. I focused all my desire on you. Taking my left hand, I started to cup your heavy balls in my hand. They were so warm and soft; I couldn’t help but touch them. Slowly stroking them with my fingers and squeezing them lightly, I wanted to feel them in my mouth. I wanted to lick them all over while I pumped your cock with my hand.

I quickly made the transition moving my mouth off your cock and directly onto your balls. Slathering my tongue all over with one continuous lick I got them all slippery wet.

“Ohh Crystal, you like licking my balls don’t you?”

“Mmmhmm”.

Slowly sucking your right nut into my mouth, you let out a louder more urgent groan. I chuckled to myself, I loved turning you on. It was such a fun game to me. I loved exploring your desires, finding out what made you tingle. Alternating between each one, sucking on them like you suck on my nipples, I continued to pump your cock with intensity. I could tell you were close, I coul feel the tension. The muscles in your thighs were avcılar escort tense, you needed release.

“Where do you want me to cum baby?”

“All over my face! Cover me with your hot creamy cum”.

I decided I would handle the situation myself. Leaving your balls behind, I positioned your cock at my warm, wet mouth. I wanted to taste your thick rod again. You groaned even louder before when your cock entered my mouth. Stroking wildly, your moans got louder and louder. As soon as I felt your cock pulsate I pulled it away, and kept pumping it. Exploding, you shot streams of hot cum all over me, while moaning extremely loudly. I felt it hit my cheeks, nose, neck and I tasted it on my tongue, tangy and delicious.

Overcome by your intense orgasm, you kneeled on the floor in front of the toilet and rested your head in my naked lap, breathing heavily. Running my fingers through your hair you turned and looked up at me. What a sight to see, my face covered your cum. Smiling down at you, I started to lick my lips.

“My little cumslut, you look so decadent.”

Moving up close to me, I felt your warm tongue on my cheek close to my ear. Dragging it across my face you gathered you’re cum on your tongue and plunged it into my mouth. Moaning in your mouth, I pushed myself closer into your body and kissed you deeply. It drove me crazy that you didn’t mind the taste of your own cum. You proceeded to clean my face erotically and pulled me onto the bathroom floor with you.

Entwined on the floor, I was on top of you. Grinding my pussy on your naked cock, you felt the moist fabric of my fishnet thong. You knew I wanted you badly.

“Is my cumslut a little wet?”

“Yes!”

“Why are you wet Crystal, do you like making cocks cum?”

“Mmmhmm, I’m a bad girl.”

“Let’s see how bad you really are.”

With that, you lightly pushed my shoulders away from you, motioning me to move off of you. Sitting on the bathroom rug on my knees, I waited for your direction.

“Rest your arms on the edge of the tub and stay on your knees; I want to see that big, juicy ass of yours.”

Following your instructions, my elbows rested on the cold edge of the tub, pushing my ass out for you to see. I was still wearing my pink fishnet thong, so my ass cheeks were displayed nicely for you.

“This is what I really want”. You said as your hands glided up and down my ass cheeks.

Your touch felt electric, your hands are so big and strong, yet gentle at the same time. I had been dying for your touch ever since you grinded into me earlier.

“Mmmm,” I moaned softly.

Continuing to rub my ass cheeks, I felt you start to spread them slowly and gently, each time wider and wider until you could see my dark pink asshole peaking through the strip of fishnet thong.

“What do we have here?”

Then I felt your tongue pushing the fabric against my asshole, causing me to lunge forward slightly in surprise. Pushing the fabric aside with your tongue, I moaned as I felt your warm tongue circle my taut asshole. What an incredibly erotic feeling. I loved when you licked my ass, it was so naughty.

You were relentless, circling, pushing and licking my ass feverishly. All the while you knew this made my pussy drip. As you continued to savor my asshole, I felt your middle finger press lightly on my swollen, throbbing clit.

“Oh god!” I yelled out.

“Does my dirty girl like her ass licked?”

“Oh yes!”

Your finger pressed my clit more firmly, I squirmed to try and see if I could get your finger to move side to side on my clit. Then with your other hand I felt you steady me, by holding my hip firmly.

“Patience Crystal”.

Dammit! I shouldn’t have done anything again. What the hell is wrong with me! Now I’m really not going to get what I want for awhile.

I flinched again as I felt your warm breath blowing on my asshole. Then your warm tongue pressing against it, then you blew on it again, you kept repeating this. I was ready to turn around and push your face into it, when I felt you slide your wet index finger into my tight hole.

“Ohhhhhhhhh.”

“I want to fuck this ass of yours; you need to be ready for me, nice and relaxed.”

Your finger felt so damn good in my ass. Secretly I wanted more, three or four fingers planted deep within my ass, stretching me wide. But I was patient. You slid your finger in completely and I relaxed around it. It felt nice and comfortable in my ass, and you started to fuck me with your finger. Then I felt you pull it out and replace it with your tongue. This time you pushed your tongue further into my ass, probing it. I couldn’t take it; I had to rub my clit. You saw my finger rubbing feverishly and pulled it away.

I felt a sharp pain as you spanked me on my left ass cheek.

“Bad girl, no touching!”

I squealed in pleasure.

“Does my little naughty girl like being spanked?”

“Mmhmm yes!”

Feeling your hot breath on my ass, I knew you şirinevler escort were getting back to work. I was surprised when I felt both your tongue and finger pushing into my asshole. God it felt fantastic, I would definitely be nice and relaxed for your thick cock.

“Play with your clit baby, while I eat your ass.”

Thank god! I was hoping you’d let me do it. My clit was so unbelievably sensitive; I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came. I rubbed my swollen pearl side to side and then in a circular motion. Pushing my finger down to get some of my juices, I couldn’t believe how wet I was, completely dripping.

“Billy, I’m so wet.”

“I know baby, I can smell your aroma, taste it for me.”

Turning back to look at you, I brought my wet finger to my mouth and sucked off my juices.

“Yum, tasty.” I had a huge grin on my face.

This drove you crazy and you continued your tongue assault on my ass with more intensity. As you fucked my hot hole with your tongue and finger, I rubbed away on my clit. Feeling my orgasm build, it was sensory overload. Feeling the strong, blinding, pounding sensation in my head I bit my lip.

“Billy I’m so close.”

“Cum for me baby, I want to hear you.”

With that, you pushed me over the edge. My body bucked forward into the wall of the tub as I screamed loudly, you felt my ass clench and release against your tongue and finger. I was transported into another plane of existence, couldn’t hear anything and didn’t care about anything in the world. I just felt the beautiful sensations that you caused me to experience. Slumping forward into the tub, I caught my breath. I needed a minute.

I felt your hands on me again, just caressing my sides, rubbing them all over. Grabbing my waist you pulled me into your lap and kissed me softly.

“You are so beautiful, baby girl.”

Smiling up at you, I saw that devilish horny gleam in your eyes. I know you wanted more, I felt your hard cock pressing against my ass. You wanted it planted deep; you wanted to fuck my ass.

Moving back into position, I took each hand and spread my ass cheeks open for you.

“Mmm your asshole looks ready for me.”

Squirting some lube onto your cock, you rubbed it in with your hand, pumping your cock with your fist. I loved watching you touch yourself; it was always thrilling to watch. Your lubed fingers rubbed all over my asshole. I relaxed myself as I felt you slide two fingers into my ass. I have gotten pretty good at doing this, so they slid in effortlessly. Slowly you pumped them in and out, getting me ready for your cock.

“I want your cock in my ass Billy.” I turned and looked at you coyly.

“Gladly sweetheart.”

Positioning the head of your cock at my hole, you pushed your swollen cock in very slowly, letting me stretch around you inch by inch. I always loved the initial penetration, an act of give and take, allowing you my total trust, making it very intimate and personal. We both moaned loudly as you entered deeper and deeper. Feeling the ridge slide back out of my ass was incredible, and each time you entered again it was easier.

“Your ass feels wonderful baby.”

Rubbing my clit while you pumped my ass slowly was divine. You always knew the right speed and force. Never too much, gentle but firm and so deliciously erotic. Soon your cock was fully in my ass. I loved feeling so full and stretched by your cock. Pushing its way through the depths of my ass bringing me great pleasure.

As you fucked my ass steadily, I felt your hands reach around and cup my tits. Squeezing each one softly added to the strong sensations already building in my body. Rubbing my clit faster and faster, as you pounded your cock into me, was going to make me cum very hard.

“Oh baby, I’m getting close again, I want to feel you cum in my ass before I cum.”

“You dirty little cumslut, wanting cum in every hole.”

Your hands moved to my hips and you pulled my body harder into you. Fully fucking my ass was bringing you close. Feeling me, hearing me, smelling me, was incredibly arousing to you. Your sweet girlfriend letting you do the dirtiest things to her. Not putting any restrictions, letting you fulfill all your fantasies was a dream come true. As you watched your cock disappear into my ass, you felt me grip it tighter and tighter, I was going to make you explode. Thinking how I loved your cum in my ass put you over the edge.

I felt your cock pulse and shoot a big load into my ass. You came hard, I felt your body jerk and you screamed as you came. I loved that you were vocal and your moaning combined with your pulsating cock pushed me over. I felt the burning aching sensation build in my thighs, each single uncontrollable spasm of my ass grew into a series of spasms that you felt gripping your cock again and again as I cried out.

“I’m cummmming!!!!!!!”

This orgasm was stronger than the first, lasting a good 20 seconds. Cumming with your cock and hot cum in my ass felt amazing, my face, ears, chest were flushed hot pink. I was hot, sweaty and satisfied.

As you pulled your cock from ass, I felt your warm cum drip onto my pussy. Reaching my hand underneath, I rubbed your hot cum all over my pussy, relishing in it. You watched as I covered myself with your cum.

“You are a very dirty cumslut!”

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‘Is orange more aesthetically pleasing than a grey gag?’

“3,000 words by Wednesday, Levine, for not paying attention in class.”

Mr Marksan confiscated young Stuart’s photograph. It was not, as such, pornographic but it was certainly suggestive. The very attractive young lady was bound and gagged but though her décolletage might be a little dishevelled and her blouse rather low cut, it was not something Mr Marksan could really take strong issue with young Stuart and march him to see the Head: equally it was not something he should have been examining – or showing Cooke in class.

Mr Marksan was rather amused at the punishment he had set. It was harmless enough and reflected the way he tried to treat his young students with a degree of maturity reflecting that they were no longer children: indeed were at the end of their school careers and effectively young men. The sniggers around the class suggested his choice was appreciated. It did him no harm in maintaining his reputation as a ‘cool’ teacher.

What was more, the photograph had set him thinking he might gag Miss Erikson, the school nurse that very evening with just such a knotted scarf if, that was, he could find a suitable orange piece of material. Theirs was a secret affair, made the sweeter by their love of tying up games.

As it happened, young Stuart never did write the essay. His trusty camera released him from that punishment. They were the most compromising of photographs, complete with, coincidentally, an orange scarf. The photographs were most definitely pornographic: quite different from the photograph shown in class. Long hours with the school photography club had paid off; together, that is, with an intimate knowledge of the school grounds and buildings built up over a period of years as a boarder, to say nothing of a careful eye for detail and a naturally observant nature.

The fire escape and the open window had, of course, been particularly instrumental.

Mr Marksan’s face went white when he saw the photographs expecting, instead, young Stuart’s essay. They were slipped between the blank sheets of the anticipated essay. Miss Erikson was similarly shocked. Young Stuart had them both in his power and intended to take full advantage, particularly of Miss Erikson.

It was a very quiet and worried Mr Marksan who asked Stuart the next day if he might ‘have a word with him.’

Perhaps, after all, it added a certain spice to their affair. There had been no question of either of them not acceding to Stuart’s demands. The school, and particularly the Head, would have taken a dim view of the extra marital activity. Worse, if the photographs ‘got around.’ Not that Miss Erikson was married, but the same could not be said of Mr Marksan. Exposure would have been more than unfortunate for both.

Certainly young Stuart thought Miss Erikson acquiesced in the blackmail – for that was what it was – rather more readily than Mr Marksan. He was not quite so sure about Mr Marksan and the look he gave when he handed young Stuart the key to her lodgings for the first time and said,

“I’ll be back in an hour . She – Miss Erikson – is all trussed up, as… specified.”

A look that perhaps spoke of Mr Marksan’s anger at handing over his lover to Stuart or, perhaps, simply at Stuart having got the better of him.

Stuart’s last year at school. His whole life, all of eighteen years, really spent at the school – or at least what really mattered to him. He did not count his formative years. It was the last few years when he had matured and developed serious interests and a passion for some academic subjects and for hobbies that might last a lifetime. He intended to read law at university and was working hard to get into a good university. As to hobbies: tennis, photography, swimming and a slightly odd penchant for Wild West stories.

So a fairly normal public schoolboy whose parents had deposited him at the school because they were so often posted abroad. He saw them on holidays; indeed often travelled out to see them but it was the school he had come to see as normality rather than wherever his parents happened to be living.

It was a pleasant hour or so with Miss Erikson. Not a word passed between them but undoubtedly there was a transfer of fluids. Perhaps Mr Marksan, after all, did not mind Miss Erikson ‘pre-warmed’ or found ‘sloppy seconds’ an interesting change. It was certainly what he would get: not first dibs at all. Young Stuart had no wish to watch – not at that time. Whether Mr Marksan took pleasure in the ‘sloppiness,’ or instead, carefully removed any semen from Miss Erikson or, as a further alternative, took great delight – perhaps satisfying a secret desire – in orally exploring her tender folds with ‘added seasoning,’ was his own affair.

Maybe it might assist the picture if Miss Erikson is described, so it can be fully appreciated just what a little coup young Stuart had pulled off. As her surname implied, Miss Erikson was not from the environs of Testes sarıyer escort Ballockorum School but was from Scandinavia and spoke English with a most attractive accent: not that she was able to speak at all whilst gagged.

Older than Stuart, of course, but whilst he saw her as mature she was merely early twenties. A first job abroad after training. A most pleasing and hotly contested post at a boy’s boarding school. What the English call a public school because it is open to all, subject to success in the entrance examination and the fond parents paying the not inconsiderable fees. Stuart had no reason to question her abilities as a school nurse and she was popular with the boys. His suspicion, and actually those of others, was the elderly headmaster had been more than impressed by other attributes apart from her qualifications and this had unduly affected the selection process.

Certainly her other attributes were considerable – she was a big girl – and it may well have been the headmaster had less than pure thoughts at night about her. Certainly she was decorative. The older boys decidedly thought so and Miss Erikson might have been shocked or, there again, perhaps not, by the amount of fresh young virile semen that was spilt in the dormitories and rooms of the boarders on her account. The masters and Miss Stephenson, the rather older and probable lesbian French teacher from Stevenage, undoubtedly thought so too but it was Mr Marksan who had ‘scored’ perhaps because of his accidental discovery of her penchant for bondage.

Of course she was blond and of course her skin was pale and white. Scandinavia is not famed for dark skinned people. Tall and athletic, she caused not a little disturbance on her first and subsequent outings jogging around the playing fields in her petite shorts and lightweight top just about hiding a most substantial sports bra. The brassiere or brassieres were, most certainly, more than required otherwise, as more than a few boys had commented – or sniggered, she might well get a black eye.

Miss Erikson was, in the parlance, ‘fit’ and the subject of considerable lust. Desire with no prospect of consummation – certainly for the headmaster, Miss Stephenson and, one would have thought, the boys. And yet, there was young Stuart calmly walking towards her little flatlet and bedroom with the key in hand and the prospect of enjoying her for an hour . And that was only that day! Freshly showered and with a clean shirt and underclothes he was most certainly looking forward to what he would find. Outwardly confident – certainly with Mr Marksan – internally things were a little different. He had, after all, not been with a woman before. His penis, whilst not at all inexperienced in the erection and ejaculation departments – it did the former many times a day and the latter most every day and sometimes twice – had not penetrated a woman vaginally, or otherwise. He was certainly aware there were other places to enter apart from the vagina and there was also the option of spattering pleasantly across a girl’s skin. Stuart was a virgin: Miss Erikson was not but, there again, neither would Stuart be later that afternoon! Things change.

A key in the lock, an erection in his trousers, Stuart opened the door.

What Stuart saw was not the Miss Erikson he knew. Gone was the crisply starched white uniform of the school nurse. A uniform for all its modesty that certainly aroused most immodest thoughts in the boys and no doubt the masters and caused furious speculation in the dormitories as to what knickers were hidden under the knee length white skirt. A pleasant imagining together with the happy speculation and rumour – though without any verifiable provenance – that sometimes she went ‘commando!’ Eyes followed and friends speculated at what they could not see.

The uniform was gone but Miss Erikson was not stark naked as Stuart had rather expected but in an outfit which made him swallow. Moreover she was most certainly bound and gagged as specified.

Leather, brown soft leather, has a certain eroticism. A brown leather bikini with silver studs and straps, similarly studded, joining both parts looked more than fantastic. Miss Erikson was lying on the bed looking straight up at Stuart with her eyes wide above her gagged mouth – her mouth gagged with an orange scarf, no less. Her blond hair securely tied back in a pony tail and around her neck a brown leather collar, again with the silver studs. Hanging from its front a pair of silver bells. Motionless they did not yet make a noise – the little tinkling was to come later.

Miss Erikson was lying on her front. Her big breasts squashed beneath her. Her arms were tied behind her at the wrists and these were lashed by a short length of rope to her similarly tied naked feet. Her body, in effect, forming a loop running from her curved torso up and around and down behind her, the loop following her outstretched arms to her feet esenyurt escort and then back around and up her legs to her body again. Her legs were, of course, bent back at the knees allowing hands and feet to almost meet – the ropes pulling them, perhaps within a foot of each other. She was completely helpless. Stuart stared. Miss Erikson stared back. There was nothing much else she could do except perhaps close her eyes or roll a little about on the bed. A helpless girl or woman faced with an inexperienced schoolboy with ideas.

Last time Stuart had been to see her he had been unwell. He had been running a temperature and she had taken it rectally with a thermometer up his bottom. He had been embarrassed having to take his trousers down but she had, naturally, paid no attention to his genitalia at all, had, no doubt, professionally seen rather too many to be at all fazed by such things.

It had not lessened his embarrassment but, feeling unwell, he had not found himself involuntarily rising at the touch of her fingers on his bottom, the lubrication to his anus and the cool bulb of the thermometer being slipped in. It was only later, feeling normal again, had he fantasised about her rubber clad hand becoming differently engaged in taking a semen sample – something she had not at all attempted to do that day. Indeed had not so much brushed against his penis. His imagination had visualised her masturbating his swollen and throbbing erection and making him ‘cum’ in a little plastic jar. It had become quite a favourite fantasy and with each pleasing repetition in his mind not only had he relieved a certain ‘tension’ but his imagination had added to the amount of semen squirting into the jar . The interesting ways he had imagined Miss Erikson dealing with the resulting spillage had been both pleasant and inventive. As had the rather puzzling need for him to return for regular sample taking and the ways she had taken it.

Stuart stared at the school nurse. What to do next? At some point, Stuart knew, that afternoon he was going to have to take his trousers down and reveal himself to Miss Erikson: not though, unlike his visit when unwell, simply revealing his limp dick mostly hidden by his shirt tails and seemingly ignored by Miss Erikson, but rather it firmly erected and in all its ‘glory.’ He hoped she would not laugh – not that he would know with the gag in her mouth. He thought his penis was not actually something to be ashamed of at all – certainly it seemed larger than Mr Marksan’s from what he had seen and photographed . But he had not been up close; had, of course, not measured Mr Marksan’s erection with a ruler or held his own against it in comparison.

Should he perhaps undress straightaway and approach the bound woman as nature intended?

As Stuart hesitated, unsure what to do next: it was, after all, not something within his range of experience, Miss Erikson began to move. She began to roll from side to side and then fell over on the bed as if trying to escape her bonds. It was erotic. All at once her breasts were not squashed against the bed but wobbling in front of his eyes under the leather bikini top. His eyes took in her naked tummy and the swell of her hips.

For a moment Stuart was uncertain, conscious he was in the presence of ‘authority,’ not one of the masters but the school nurse. The young woman who could normally tell him what to do – indeed tell him to take his trousers down and expect instant obedience; require him to bend over and then insert a thermometer up his bottom or perhaps a suppository or two without so much as asking his leave; until he had the photographs, she could have required him to produce a semen sample and he could not have done anything but comply. She could have stood there watching, glancing at her watch, as he masturbated. “Come on Levine,” as she tapped the specimen jar, “get on with it.” Or worse required him with several of his friends to all produce together: the ready labelled jars all lined up on the table in front of them waiting to be filled. “Hurry up boys, I haven’t all day.” Communal masturbation had not been something practised by Stuart with his friends and was not at all something he wished to do!

He was momentarily nervous and uncertain and then it came to him. He was in control – total control – Miss Erikson was there for his pleasure for the next fifty-five minutes. He was not just going to be peeking at her (and Mr Marksan) through a window and going back and masturbating to the memory later. He was going to be getting really close to Miss Erikson, was going to be able to examine her in exquisite detail, was going to be able to touch her everywhere and do things. ‘Things’ indeed! He was going to be able to fuck her and watch her as he required her to suck his cock. Stuart smiled and stepped closer. Miss Erikson was watching him.

He did not know and Mr Marksan had certainly not said, quite what Miss Erikson thought about having one of the young students avrupa yakası escort come to see her with ‘amorous’ intent. Was she lying there, or rather rolling gently, in slightly bored and unwilling resignation or was she actually excited at the idea – perhaps even turned on? A pleasant change perhaps from Mr Marksan or an interesting precursor to sex with Mr Marksan afterwards. Stuart rather thought he would know when his fingers probed her sex. He knew women got ‘wet’ but he did not know how ‘wet.’ It would be rather good if she was indeed ‘wet;’ he preferred the idea of her turned on rather than simply resigned to being used. He knew, or was fairly sure, that resignation was the case with Mr Marksan – indeed angry submission to the blackmail.

Perhaps he should have required Mr Marksan’s presence; really revelled in his power over them; required Mr Marksan to be bound naked to a chair to watch Stuart both toy with and then inseminate his lover. Amusing perhaps to see his teacher glowering in the corner; even more amusing if Mr Marksan’s penis stirred and became aroused – yes, him sitting there all tied up but erect and watching. The idea attractive at one level but equally Stuart did not really know if he could have performed like that – not with his teacher watching. Psychologically difficult. Perhaps another time – well, perhaps.

Perhaps instead Stuart could instruct, could have Mr Marksan do things to Miss Erikson whilst he watched and then participated. Stuart smiled; he rather liked the idea of telling Mr Marksan to withdraw and see him stand frustrated by the bed, his penis wet with Miss Erikson, as Stuart took his place inside her.

Stuart had not so much as touched Miss Erikson before. Despite having set up the whole scene he was a little nervous. It did not help that she was watching him. He knew it would be easier once he had taken the first step and placed his hand upon her. It was not that she did not excite him – he was conscious she could see how stretched his school grey flannels were. Stuart moved towards the bed. Miss Erikson rolled away from him. She had perhaps more movement than he thought.

Moving around the bed to reach her from the other side Stuart found Miss Erikson rolling away again towards the other side; able to squirm away despite her binding; her eyes not leaving Stuart’s.

Yes, Stuart needed to touch her but he had to catch her first!

He made a lunge right across the bed and his hand grabbed her left buttock. It was soft and he felt both skin and the leather of the bikini. Breathing hard he slipped his fingers under the leather right onto her bottom. In seconds he had gone from never having touched Miss Erikson to having his fingers intimate with her – in effect inside her knickers. He felt soft flesh no different really from, say, her arm but to the mind completely different.

Stuart pulled his hand back and stood panting. Just that first violation had been exciting enough. The power and control exhilarating. Not too exciting, though. His penis felt wonderfully hard and tingling but he had not been close to cumming. How awful to cum in his pants without having even done anything at all, have to slink away and tell Mr Marksan he would come – yeah, cum – another day. To see Mr Marksan’s amused grin and possibly some witty disparaging comment. It would be awful – even if there would certainly be another day.

It was difficult to tell what Miss Erikson was thinking whilst gagged. She moved again, struggling against the binding ropes. Whose idea had been the leather bikini? Had Miss Erikson felt somewhat less exposed like that to the young student coming to ‘visit’ her? Even though she would know the lad was bound to want to see what lay beneath sooner or later – probably sooner!

Stuart now had a little less than fifty-five minutes left with Miss Erikson. Time enough to cum twice but only if he got on with the first – got a move on! Tempting to let his animal instincts take over and just go for Miss Erikson. But what to do whilst he recharged for the second attempt? He thought it better to take it all slowly and enjoy her leisurely. He would, after all, have further opportunities.

His eyes alighted on a candle; thick and waxy, it was standing upright in a candlestick on a table; not deliberately phallic but certainly there was a degree of rounding to it which suggested it was not unsuitable for insertion in the female genital orifice if some sort of penis substitute was required by a woman for masturbatory purposes. Stuart wondered if perhaps Miss Erikson had used it or, perhaps during her and Mr Marksan’s bondage sessions, had Mr Marksan teased Miss Erikson with it?

It lifted easily from the rather chunky candlestick. Stuart’s eyes were on the bound woman rather than the candle as he did so. Miss Erikson’s eyes went wide. Was this play acting, mock fear, or the real thing? Was she alarmed at what he might do with the candle? She was, after all, bound and gagged, unable to resist or call out.

As he turned to look at the candle his eyes too went wide. It had appeared a perfectly normal candle but where it sat in the candlestick, hidden away from sight, the hidden end was moulded. Not blunt but the carefully moulded shape of the end of an erect penis – the knob. Undoubtedly a sexual object, an object for play.

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Parking the truck at the bottom of the hill he approached the house on foot. He did not want her to hear him coming, didn’t want her to have time to realize what was about to happen. He made his way slowly up the steep hill, breathing in the fresh scent of newly mown grass as he climbed. He congratulated himself on his choice, the house was set back well from the road, no one would see him enter. His truck parked at the bottom of the drive might warrant suspicion, but being in construction, he was able to leave a few tools scattered about. Anyone passing would not give a second look at a workingman’s truck. He felt that he had prepared well for this, had thought it out, and now that the plan was rolling, he felt very sure of success.

He went directly to the back door of the house, carefully avoiding windows as he crept along. He reached out and tried the knob, and finding the door unlocked, let himself in. Quickly he scanned the room he had entered, it was a combination entrance-way/laundry- room, the floor was littered with the shoes of children, as well as an empty blue plastic laundry basket. Behind the doors to his right he heard a dryer laboring to perform a task the sun should be doing. He had passed her car in the drive, and the dryer confirmed that she was at home, alone till her children returned from school.

He stood silently in the makeshift foyer listening for sounds of her, straining to determine where in the house she was. He finally decided, based on the quiet music emanating from the room at the far end of the hall, that she was in the bedroom. This was not a good thing, he had hoped to be able to surprise her in the kitchen, or even the living room, now he had to walk down the long hall to the bedroom, leaving him only halkalı escort the children’s room to hide if she decided to come out of the bedroom. He slipped through the kitchen, his ears tuned, ready to dive behind the counter if she emerged. Another sound came to him, disturbing the music, soft clicks, the tapping of a keyboard. He smiled, not believing his luck. He knew as long as he could hear the keys being used, he was safe, and he would not be detected. He knew the layout of the home, knew that the computer was in a far corner of the bedroom and she would have her back to the door.

He boldly strode down the hall; listening to the tap, tap of the keyboard. Behind him a buzzer went off, startling him. He looked left, then right, searching for a place to hide. The buzzer signaled the end of the drying cycle, and her being a good housewife, would be soon emerging to remove and fold the clothes. He slipped into the room on the right, one with bunk beds along one wall, and children’s toys strewn about the floor. He toed a model car with a missing wheel, suddenly lost in the reverie of youth. The memories flooded his mind, almost causing him to forget his purpose here today. The second buzz from the dryer brought him back, and he stepped against the wall by the door, effectively hiding himself from anyone coming down the hall. He listened, straining to hear her rise from the computer.

All he heard was the sound of typing; even the music had stopped. He wasn’t sure what to do, the indecision of the moment causing small beads of sweat to form on his forehead. He chastised himself for the lapse, and moved on. If she hadn’t risen by now to do her chore, she taksim escort was not going to for some time. He exited the children’s room, and moved forward the events he had been planning for weeks. Entering the bedroom, he looked around; the bed was made up, the signs of laundry day evident by the neat piles of freshly folded clothing. He glanced across the room at the woman seated in front of a computer monitor, tapping away at the keys, while the clothes wrinkled in the electric monstrosity at the far end of the house. She must have sensed him there, for as he crossed the room, she turned her head. As she was turning, he took notice of her blonde curls, lying lightly on the back of her neck. He loved her hair, couldn’t wait to get a handful.

“What are you…?” she started to ask.

“Silence,” was his stern reply, as he came up directly behind her. He placed his hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the chair. He lowered his head, inhaling the scent of her, kissing the top of her head.

“Tell whomever it is that you are talking to that you must go now,” he ordered her. He watched as she bid farewell to someone inside the box, then told her to shut it down. “We don’t need any distractions, do we?” he asked, rhetorically. When she was done with the computer, he allowed her to stand, keeping her facing away from him. He led her to the bed, and forced her to bend over it. He slid one hand up into the luscious blonde hair and intertwined his fingers within it. Using that grip to hold her down, he yanked down the sweatpants she was wearing. The sight of her naked ass, immediately revealed due to the lack of undergarments, caused his hardening cock to twitch. He pulled at the button of his jeans, worked the şişli escort zipper and released his cock. He took it in his hand, and rubbed the head across one full ass cheek, leaving a sticky trail of pre-come as he did. He leaned over her, pressing his cock into the crack of her ass.

“Open your legs a little,” He demanded. She complied, giving him the opening that he needed. He grasped the base of his cock, and slowly entered her, finding her well lubricated for him. He pulled slightly on her hair, lifting her head, turning her face to his. He smiled down at her, and leaned in to kiss her cheek just as his thighs met the backs of her legs. His cock was fully inside her now, and he began a slow rhythmic thrusting, bringing his dick almost all the way out, then sliding it back deep within her. He increased the tempo with each thrust, and was soon slamming into her with all he had, his balls bouncing into her clit as he rammed her. He never let go of her hair, controlling her with small tugs, causing her to back into him, to match his thrusts. He felt it coming, felt the climax building all the way to his toes. He filled her one more time with his cock, burying it inside her as he came. The warm sperm mixed with her juices, and he could feel them running out of her as he nuzzled her beautiful hair once more.

“I love you,” he whispered into her hair.

He removed his cock from within her, let go of her hair, and bent to pull up his jeans. He glanced down at the woman on the bed. She had offered no resistance, and now she lay, unsatisfied, across the end of the bed. He smiled as he left the room, knowing that when he returned later in the evening, after they had tucked the children in their beds, he would take care of the need that would be building in her for the rest of the day. He was whistling as he walked back down the drive, thinking to himself how wonderful it was to be married to someone as spontaneous as she was, someone who helped him fulfill his fantasies, and confided her own to him. This scene had been her idea, and he knew that he had performed well.

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[Author’s note: the characters and action follow directly from Ch. 1. You may wish to read it first.]

Maris’s Adventures Continue

***

“Oh my,” I thought, “Why couldn’t he just come?” I held Ted’s heaving body lightly as he thrust into me. Endlessly. As always I was able to suppress my giggle when the term, “pencil dick” cruised through my mind, but the image stuck. I supposed that any cock would seem tiny after Eric’s, and it just wasn’t fair of me to compare. But still…

As I’d promised myself, I managed to be ecstatically filled by Eric’s glorious penis, to have more truly wonderful sexual fun, several more times before we left Mobile.

My second adventure was the very next day, over Eric’s lunch break. As Ted had two hours of unscheduled time between HIS fishing and HIS golf, I stuck the kids with him so I could “go shopping.” He whined and wheedled of course, saying he wanted to nap, but I shamed him into it.

The Bay Experience was deserted when I walked aboard and quickly into the lifeguard’s office. Eric – he was so sweet – had lit candles and incense, so the stark room was more appealing, even romantic. We fell into each other’s arms and began kissing, though tentatively at first. For my part I was tingling, feeling almost shy, doubting that yesterday could really have happened. But as our lips became reacquainted, the same fire that swept me away the day before rekindled, then raged, and the wench who possessed me before returned and again fumbled with Eric’s trunks.

Once that saucy hussy had her target in hand, she fell to her knees and tried to get as much as possible into her dainty but ravenous mouth.

Eric gently stroked my hair and murmured my name – I loved how it sounded on his lips – as I fellated him, and the brazen slut kept nursing on his cock as she got herself ready to be fucked by wriggling out of her shorts and panties. No commando today. I’d need the cotton crotch to stanch the deluge.

I noted particulars of Eric’s wonderful penis I’d missed the day before, how it arced back towards his belly like a scimitar, and curved ever-so-slightly to his right. The large veins stood out and the blue contrasted beautifully with the pink pole and lovely purplish tip. His balls, large, precious orbs, felt spongy in my hand, and he definitely seemed to like how my tongue laved the spot where the shaft of his cock met the head. The big, sweet penis in my mouth grew even larger as I worked it, and I felt so very female, so affirmed, that I could make him even harder.

Eric lifted me, hands under my arms, and set me on the desk, which had been cleared of everything and had a soft blanket across it. When he eased me back, I shuddered as he spread my legs and I saw his eyes feast on my blossoming pussy. I was at first alarmed when he knelt between my thighs – Ted didn’t do cunnilingus, saying it was messy and he didn’t like how I tasted – but Eric’s enthusiastically licking and slurping had me feeling better, less tense, even before he came up for air and said, “God, Maris, you taste SO wonderful!”

I thought I’d come, or maybe melt, just from the joy of hearing it, but I didn’t, not until his tongue went back to work loving my clitoris, driving me insane. I don’t know how he was able to breathe with my trembling thighs clamped so tightly around his head, but he managed, both for that orgasm and its big sister that followed close behind.

As he kissed his way up my body, rolling up my polo shirt as he went, I shivered in rapturous anticipation of what I knew was coming. He spent almost too long – is that even possible? – kissing, licking and sucking my breasts, and I almost came again. Finally, the saucy wench who took control of my voice yesterday visited again, and when she suggested it was time to fuck me, he did. Eric stood tall between my legs, put my ankles on his shoulders and rubbed his dripping cock’s head along my slit.

“Ahhh!” the wench moaned in delight as he pushed his massive probe into her. The feeling of being splayed, plowed, just split apart, was as stunning as yesterday. Also like then, when his penis prodded my cervix he just let it soak, giving my vagina time to expand to accommodate him. When he first pulled back, my taught sleeve clung to him so tightly it felt like it was being extracted. As he eased his cock back home, back where it belonged, my insides were pushed apart, rearranged to accommodate him.

The images of ultrasounds I’d had when pregnant flashed in my brain, how the babies inside me just squished my innards aside and swelled my pelvis to make room as they grew. Instinctively I put my hand on my stomach as he began rhythmically sliding in and out, and found it was true. My belly bulged with each thrust and my hand could feel the head of his upward-arching, sword-like cock as it carved furrows in my body.

The marked pulling in and out on my labia minora dragged the hood of my clitoris up and down over its head. Knowing the boat was unoccupied, bakırköy escort unlike yesterday Eric didn’t try to muffle my impassioned cries. When he licked his thumb and began teasing my clit, it pushed me up to the crest, then over. Each time I got to the brink, Eric whispered ardently, “Come for me Maris, come for me.” Remembering rule number one aboard ship – the lifeguards are always right and are to be obeyed – I followed the Head Lifeguard’s orders. And came. Then, as if on a magical, erotic roller coaster, I cascaded gloriously down, only to be dragged to the summit again. Up and down, over and over. It was so marvelous that soon the only reasonable reaction was to begin weeping for joy.

Still Eric fucked me.

Finally orgasmed out, sated by countless comes to his command, I stilled his thumb, settled onto a rosy plateau, and became aware of other things. Soon after Eric picked up the pace, his pumping became less rhythmic, spasmodic, and finally he just locked his cock into me to the hilt.

I watched with delight and pride the rapturous, tortured look on his face as he tried to keep his eyes on mine when he came. Each time I felt the burgeoning of his penis, just before the gush of ejaculation, I put the muscles toned by my thrice daily Kegels to work and squeezed his cock with all my might. Each clutch extracted an immediate gasping, “Oh!” from his lips, simultaneous with the eruption from his cock. As I forced it to spurt time and again, I whispered, “Come Eric, come for me.” Every time he obeyed my clenching command, I watched his eyes lose focus, sometimes flicker and close, then struggle back to find mine as the next glob was pulled up his shaft.

I had never felt so complete, so much a woman, as I did milking all the semen out of him. I continued squeezing his penis, maintaining the interval between his ejaculations, well after I no longer felt his jets squirting inside me. Wanting it all, I continued whispering my mantra and making his cock clench and throb, try to shoot, over and over, wringing out every last drop. Near the end his body begin to shake and quiver. Eric’s eyes locked shut, his head bowed, he bit his lip, his torso trembled and curled toward me, and his voice broke as he finally gasped, “Oh God, Maris.”

When at last he had finished, when I relaxed my vagina and let him be finished, my hands held his head, smoothing his hair as Eric gathered himself. When the heaving and trembling stopped, he shuddered, opened his eyes, smiled, took me in his arms and joyfully lifted me to him like I was a toy. I wrapped my legs around his waist and coddled his noble, chiseled, handsome face in my hands as we kissed. His fingers, embedded in my buttocks, felt as right, as simply perfect, as his penis did filling me completely. I wished the sweetness would last forever.

When his erection lost some tumescence, however, my tight, overstretched vagina popped him out and we both laughed. We continued laughing, touching and kissing as I wiped up the flood with the many tissues I had wisely put in my purse. I felt so connected to him that it seemed natural to catch a glob on my finger and lick it off while looking into his lovely blue eyes. His immediate answering kiss was sweet, loving and passionate simultaneously. After I’d fallen to my knees and sucked the last little dribbles of nectar from him, cleaned him with my mouth, we dressed, close to each other, touching and kissing. Sweetness of a different sort.

We had five minutes before I would risk discovery if I didn’t leave, and we sat on the desk, holding hands, leaning on each other, hugging, kissing, and talking. Basking in the afterglow of the unspoken bond of intimacy that the rude knock had denied us yesterday. We talked of nothing in particular, often just making affectionate, purring sounds, though we did cover plans for the near future. He had a day off soon, and I would find a way that we could spend it together.

We parted reluctantly at the office door. After a final kiss I slipped out, and though the first mate saw me as I walked off the ship, his smirk bothered me not at all. I smiled slyly as my playful middle finger salute answered his leer. I was walking on air, in such bliss that I hadn’t a care in the world. Plus, I’d arranged to see Eric again, late that night.

Ted’s regular snores faded when I eased the hotel room door closed at midnight and went for a solitary walk on the beach. It was cool and peaceful, and I wandered aimlessly, trying to make sense of what was happening to me. How this fantastical adventure – delicious sex and head-over-heels infatuation with a wonderful new man – was continually evolving. How our torrid, frenzied coupling the first day was followed by slower, sweet love-making the second. How dearly I had loved being able to give Eric such pleasure as I squeezed all his cum out of him, and how girlish and thrilled I felt now that I would see him soon. I shivered, but not from the cold. By 12:30 beşiktaş escort I was at the prearranged spot, and shivered again when I heard the mellifluous voice whisper my name.

The day Eric and I had first fucked, Ted had acted strangely both at dinner and afterward. Perhaps some 6th sense picked up that something had changed. Though I tried to act normally, I was probably behaving oddly, blissed out, frequently flushed, day dreaming and smiling constantly. I had no experience covering up an affair, was winging it, and it certainly didn’t help when Susie asked me at dinner if I’d liked dreamy Lifeguard Eric. Ted asked me what was wrong several times. I said everything was fine, that I was just relaxed and enjoying vacation, but I could tell he was suspicious.

Though it would have been my preference to again feel Eric empty himself inside me, I was concerned that Ted might awaken when I returned and have the gall to grab me by the pussy and check before I could shower – he can be shameless and crude when he gets a notion – so after some sandy, blissful cuddling and kissing, I mounted Eric and rode to two wonderful orgasms. When I sensed he was getting close I dismounted and finished him with my mouth. I loved how I could taste myself on him, how my juice mingled with the flood of strong, salty semen.

I had no regrets about what might have been when my precautions proved unnecessary. Ted was snoring more loudly when I slipped back into our room and didn’t awaken during my shower or when I slipped into bed. My late night snack felt perfect, warm and pleasing in my tummy as I drifted off to blissful sleep.

In retrospect, the next day’s noontime adventure was momentous. Eric had lit candles and incense as before, but, even in the dim light, the look of raw lust in his eyes weakened my knees the second I saw him. Whereas yesterday I had quickly bared his cock and fellated him, Eric was on me immediately, his hands pawing, embracing, feeling me everywhere. His tongue plunged into my mouth while his hand snaked inside the hems of my shorts and panties. The fingers of his other drove up under my shirt, forced up my bra and assailed my exposed tit.

I was stunned, taken aback, expecting a more gentle, loving approach, so my hand instinctively grabbed his wrist as his fingers drove inside my panties. Eric would not be denied, however, and had his way with me, his fingers plunging into my vulva and beginning to fuck me as his other hand thrummed my nipple and squeezed by breast.

Ted is about my size – at 5′ 8″ just an inch taller, and, being slim, just a bit heavier – and early on, before he lost interest, we’d had hot sex a few times with him playing dominant. It was nothing like this. Not at all. Eric drove me back against the wall and sucked my tongue into his mouth as one hand fiercely kneaded my breast and pinched and stretched my nipple. The other fucked my pussy relentlessly. Unable to stop anything he was doing, I just trembled in shocked amazement, overcome, stunned at how this powerful, rutting animal was devouring me.

The orgasm came from nowhere, savage, uncontrolled, massive and full, and, as I gasped and trembled, I could feel my glands release and flood Eric’s fingers and my panties with my cum. I quickly pulled his mouth off my neck – I couldn’t have a hickey – and kissed him hard, teeth gnashing teeth, consumed by the passion and hunger that overwhelmed me as I realized how astonishingly erotic it was to be simply taken.

As he ravished me, I kicked off my sandals and squirmed to help as his hands stripped me of my shorts and soggy panties. He tore off his trunks and I grabbed the purple, oozing head of his cock as he pulled me to him. I raised my leg to wrap it around him so he could have me as he had the first time, but Eric’s hands, one under my elevated thigh, the other under my arm, lifted me like a feather, spun me, and I found myself face-down on the desk. His panting became louder, more carnal, almost scary, as he forced my legs apart. I caught my breath in anticipation of what I knew was coming.

The previous times we’d had sex, Eric had gently eased his penis into me, giving my vagina time to expand to accommodate his length and girth. Now he drove his cock in to the hilt. Hard and fast. I gasped and cried out – it was stunning, even painful, if deliciously so – and my torso was driven flat onto the desk as Eric plunged into me. I held on for dear life, fistfuls of blanket in each clenched hand, as he began pounding me.

The shock of being pierced so ruthlessly pulled me back, off the high plateau of arousal onto which I’d settled, and, when I didn’t immediately obey his command to come for him, Eric snaked a hand around my hip and his finger accosted my clit. The discomfort from his savage pumping was quickly subsumed, overcome by the growing heat and electric sparks shooting out from my center. Though his other hand in my hair had craned my head back till my neck beylikdüzü escort locked, I was able to gasp out, “Oh yes, Eric. Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”

He did.

Whenever I’ve come once, there is always another orgasm lurking in the wings, ready and eager, and the combination of his insistent finger and pistoning cock pulled the lady-in-waiting to the fore.

Oh My! How she took off!

Little did I suspect that she was just the first in a line of Rockettes, and Eric’s relentless thrumming my clit and fucking my pussy brought them to center stage, one after another, each one kicking higher than the last.

Tears squeezed from my eyes from the ferocity of the climaxes and my rapturous cries encouraged Eric to screw me yet harder. Though the first half-dozen orgasms were fabulous, more mind-blowing than I could ever have imagined, the last ladies in the line became too much, and the intensity, especially of his finger on my trigger, crossed the threshold from ecstasy to pain.

My inflamed whimpers and desperate, fumbling attempts to remove his hand only drove him on, seeming a continuation of our scenario of him just taking me, and he diddled and pumped me with ever more vigor. Unable to stand it a second longer, I wailed, “Eric, please stop!” and dissolved into a blubbering mass of tears. Dislodged from his fanatical focus on fucking, Eric instantly pulled his finger from my clit and his cock from my pussy. I sagged to the floor, devastated, weeping.

Eric was on me immediately, his arms surrounding me, coddling me gently, cradling me into his lap. “Oh, God, Maris, I’m so sorry. I haven’t been able to think of anything other than you all morning, how you used your vagina to just suck the cum out of me, kept milking me, how it was more intense than anything I’ve ever experienced. I’ve been so hot, so turned on, my cock rock hard and throbbing constantly. I couldn’t wait to see you, to fuck you. I just got carried away, trying to make it as fabulous for you as you had for me. I’m so sorry I hurt you. Please, please, please forgive me.”

I bounced in Eric’s arms as his heavy sobs wracked his body, and his hot tears falling on my neck and shoulder burned into my skin. Then, from deep within the murky depths of his despair, something moved, emerged. I felt an ethereal aura emanate out from him, grow, seek me out, enfold me, and finally merge with the one arising from me, embracing him.

Miraculously healed, I shook off my pain like a dog shedding water, took a deep, shuddering breath and kissed Eric’s tear-lined face. I took his head in my hands, pulled it down on my shoulder and caressed his hair, rocking him gently, murmuring comforting nothings, making everything right again as every mother knows how to do. When I pulled his head up and kissed him sweetly, our tears mingled, and I felt his sigh as the tension and angst drained from his body.

Basking in the soothing warmth, we talked at a level of intimacy I had never felt with any other person, and he explained again how he had literally been transfixed by how I had milked him ceaselessly, taking his all. No one had done that ever before, and it was beyond marvelous, had captured his mind. It drove him to try to do as much for me, to give me orgasm after orgasm, going beyond what I thought was possible. He never imagined it could actually hurt me.

My comforting hands roamed his body as we talked, and, when they became insistent, his cock complied, and I finished what he’d started.

As I walked away from the lifeguard’s office, a wry, satisfied smile on my face, I marveled at my quirky mind. I’d never even considered counting the number of times Ted ejaculated into me, but as I had already used up my daily allotment of orgasms, my mind focused only on Eric. As I rode him, stroking and squeezing the cum out of his cock over and over, I realized I was unconsciously counting each shoot. At number three I started counting out loud. It was fun. Sexy. After five he’d pled for mercy, but I’d urged him to try for more, to do it for me. Seven seemed a lucky number.

As I stepped onto the pier, only one small concern clouded my euphoria. I felt consternation at how this wonderful, even transcendental experience – a true crisis leading to cathartic release and much greater intimacy – had hastened what I sensed had already begun.

An unforeseen complication. I had definitely intended to flirt with Eric the instant the opportunity had been presented, and had not shied away when it led to sex. More than once. I had assumed it would be NSA, no strings attached, a fun adventure. I had definitely not intended to fall for Eric, not at all, but, as we kissed goodbye, I had seen the same care, concern, passion, and nascent love in his eyes that I knew were in mine.

Oh. My.

As wonderful as all our adventures were, none could compare to our last time together. Eric’s day off. As Ted had golfed and fished every single day, it wasn’t hard to cajole him into finally taking the kids. It was only fair. They planned to tour the USS Alabama, the Gulf Coast Exploreum Science Center, and take a fishing trip. I was going to shop, lunch with my new-found girlfriends – the same ones I’d been with for previous lunches – and gossip with them at the beach all afternoon.

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“So,” she said with a smirk, “I guess you want to hear my whole sad story.”

She took a drag from her cigarette and exhaled lazily toward the ceiling.

“Is it sad?” I asked with a smirk of my own.

“It has to be sad,” she said, “Otherwise I wouldn’t be here.”

She raised both her hands to her shoulders in a gesture to take in the whole seedy bar we were in.

I frowned and stared into her eyes.

“I don’t think you’re being honest,” I said, “In fact, I think you’re deliberately trying to sound pathetic.”

Her gaze hardened and she took another drag, this one not so lazy or relaxed.

“What do you know about it?” she snapped, “Have you ever met a nymphomaniac before?”

“I don’t know,” I said and sipped from my glass of whisky.

She rolled her eyes and absently wrapped her fingers around the stem of her wineglass.

“If you had, you’d know!” she muttered angrily.

“Oh yeah?” I asked, “Well, let’s just say no one’s ever told me they were a nymphomaniac before.”

She shook her head dismissively and tapped the ash from her cigarette into the ash tray.

“You think they’re just going to tell you?” she said sarcastically.

“You did,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said as she averted her eyes, “Well, I’m a special case.”

I didn’t press her on that. I decided if she wanted to tell me her story she would.

She studied me and frowned once again.

“You’re a special case too I think,” she said.

“Why do you say that?” I asked.

“Most guys would want to hear all the gritty details,” she said, “I tell you I’m a nympho and you just sit there like we’re talking about the weather.”

I sensed disappointment in her tone. She wanted me to beg for all the lurid details.

“Okay,” I said, “I’ll bite. What makes you think you’re a nymphomaniac?”

A knowing smile came to her lips and she finished the cigarette with a flourish. She stamped it out in the ashtray and looked at me with hooded eyes.

“I think you only try to sound like you’re different,” she said, “You really do want to hear all about it don’t you!”

It was my turn to smile.

“Okay, you got me,” I said, “I’d love for you to tell me about all the sex you’ve had.”

“I think you just want me to have sex with you,” she said.

“Sure I would!” I said, “Ask any man that and they’d say yes, at least if they’re being honest.”

“But you don’t believe I’m a nymphomaniac” she said like it was a gotcha moment.

I sipped from my whisky again and sat back in my chair.

“I think you want to believe you’re a nymphomaniac,” I replied, “I’m not convinced.”

She rolled her eyes again and shook her head angrily.

“And what am I supposed to do to convince you?” she snapped, “Give you a blowjob under the table?”

“That’d be nice,” I said with a grin, “But I still wouldn’t believe you were a nympho.”

She grimaced bakırköy escort and lit another cigarette.

“Okay, how about this?” she said.

She leaned forward with her elbows on the table and stared at me eagerly.

“I took an Uber to get here tonight,” she said, “I sat in the front seat, not the back. The guy driving looked surprised but he didn’t say anything.

“I could tell he liked the way I looked as soon as I laid eyes on him. He gave me the once over like all guys do. Then he tried to look innocent and turned away, like all guys do.

“I smiled at him and raised the hem of my skirt a bit just as he put the car into gear. I could tell he wanted to look, but he kept his eyes on the road. When I raised the hem a little further he did look. A quick glance anyway.

“That’s when I did it. I raised my skirt all the way and showed him I’m not wearing panties.

“I hardly ever do you know. It makes it easier to get my rocks off that way.

“Now the guy driving was staring at me! I had to remind him to stop the car. Otherwise we might both be dead.

“After he pulled over and parked the car I grabbed his dick through his pants. I gave him a big smile while I pulled it out.

“You should have seen his face! His eyes were wide and he stared at me like I was from another planet!

“When I stroked him, you know, just to get him hard enough, his eyes closed and he turned his face to the roof of the car. Then I leaned down and put my mouth all the way over his cock. I had it all the way in and I sucked my cheeks in and out.”

She laughed and tapped me lightly on the arm.

“You know, that poor guy came in my mouth in less than twenty seconds!” she chortled.

I smiled and continued to stare at her.

She returned my gaze and frowned.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing,” I said evasively, “That was a good story.”

She grimaced and her eyes hardened again.

“But you’re not convinced?” she asked.

I smirked and sipped at my whisky while eying her over top of the glass.

“Look!” she said loudly.

She stood from her chair and raised the bottom hem of her skirt with both hands all the way to her chest. Her neatly trimmed pubes came into view and I smiled with glee.

“Nice!” I said.

Apparently the guys on the other side of the bar thought so too. I heard guffaws and a couple of wolf-whistles and then the sound of the bartender telling them to calm down.

My friend sat back down with a satisfied grin.

Then the bartender came over to our table with an irritated look on his face.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing,” he said harshly, “But if you do that again you’re out of here!”

My new friend smiled primly and leaned forward to whisper to him.

“I’m sorry,” she said with her smile still firmly in place, “I can make it up to you and your beşiktaş escort friends if you want.”

“What?” he said with wide eyes.

“Do you have a back room?” she asked innocently, “I could smooth things over for you and all your buddies over there.”

The man turned to me in shock.

“Is she nuts?” he asked, “Are you going to let her do that?”

“It’s not my place to let her do anything,” I said, “She does what she wants.”

“And you’re okay with that?” he asked incredulously.

“I don’t care one way or the other,” I said, “She’s not my wife or anything.”

By now my friend was cupping the bartender’s scrotum with one hand. Her other hand was lightly touching his lower belly.

“I do what I want,” she said in a husky voice, “I can do it with you, or not. It’s up to you.”

The man, still slightly concerned about my presence, looked to me for approval. I shrugged and sat back in my chair. Then he grabbed her by the arm and started leading her away.

“You coming?” she asked me with a leer.

I shook my head and watched impassively as she followed the bartender through a door behind the bar.

The bartender had decided he didn’t want to share. He closed the door behind them as the guys crowded around the bar watched with interest. After a minute we heard him groan. Then there was a thump. A few seconds after that we heard her moan. Then we heard both of them grunting in unison. Soon the sound of thumping joined the grunts. Then he groaned once more for a long time.

Then there was silence.

The door opened and my friend walked out grinning from ear to ear. She sauntered to the end of the bar and leaned against it as she eyed every man there in turn. The six men surrounding her looked to each other nervously but she crouched to her knees in their midst. After just a few seconds of her palming their groins though their slacks, one by one, their cocks were pulled out.

She took the first one she saw deeply into her mouth and moaned. The guy who owned it gasped and turned to the ceiling. Then her hands gripped two more cocks, stroking them in time together.

One guy raised her to her feet and bent her forward. She never once let her mouth slip from the penis between her lips.

He raised her skirt from behind and slammed into her hard. She looked back at him with a laugh and went back to sucking cock.

The dick in her mouth shot its load and she released it. Then a different cock was in her mouth.

The man behind her came in her pussy and fell away with a groan. Another man took his place within seconds.

One of the cocks in her hand spurted all over her fingers and she let it go. Another cock found its way into her hand right away.

Her dress was pulled up and over her head and I saw she was not wearing a bra either.

The scene went on for at least another beylikdüzü escort half hour. The men came on her, in her and all over her.

I went to the bar to refill my whisky. The bartender looked at me nervously as he glanced sideways at my friend getting fucked in the corner. I shrugged and requested a glass of wine as well.

“She’ll probably be thirsty when this is all over,” I said.

He nodded and stared at me like I was from another planet.

I took the glasses back to my table and resumed my seat.

By now four of the guys she started with were done. They were gasping for breath and sitting on stools or on the floor against the wall. The two remaining guys were dripping sweat and their chests were heaving.

By contrast my friend looked like she was in her element. Her skin had a fine sheen to it but that only added to her allure. Her tight body moved seamlessly against her partners. The man in her mouth grunted and came. She swallowed every drop. The man in her pussy came and then fell to his knees.

She stood calmly and surveyed the wreckage in her wake.

With a sassy smile she strode slowly to rejoin me at the table. Her dress was in her hand.

There was semen dripping from her chin, her tits and down her thighs.

She smiled and sat opposite me.

“Well?” she asked.

I shrugged and shoved her fresh wineglass toward her. She glanced down at it and smiled.

“That was kind,” she said.

I shrugged again and toasted her with my whisky. She returned the gesture and calmly folded her dress neatly and placed it on the table.

“Are you at least hard?” she asked me with a frown.

I smiled and shoved my hips to the edge of my chair. I was indeed hard. My cock was pushing against my slacks and she grinned slyly.

“At least I know you’re not dead!” she said with a chuckle.

She put her hand on it and studied my expression.

“Do you want me to take care of that for you?” she asked.

I looked for any sign of mocking and then nodded.

With a happy smile she slipped off the chair and crouched between my legs. She pulled my cock out and sucked it into her mouth like a pro. What am I saying? She was a pro!

The sensation was similar to putting a vacuum cleaner over your dick. The pressure was constant and overpowering. She started massaging my bag and I groaned in appreciation. When she pushed the head past her tongue I tightened up. Then I came. I came hard!

When I was done she returned to her seat and swiped her arm against her chin.

“I could use some tissues,” she said calmly.

The bartender came back with a scowl on his face. He slapped a pile of serviettes on to the table and looked like he was about to say something.

“I think you lost the right to complain as soon as you took me behind the bar!” she snapped, “Don’t you?”

He stared at her defiantly and then slunk away. She was right and he knew it.

“Are you convinced yet?” she asked me after he was gone.

“Okay,” I said, “You’re a nymphomaniac.”

She smiled with gratitude and sipped from her wine. She was proudly naked opposite me and didn’t look like she was in any hurry to dress yet.

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