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Lunch time in the refectory can be hectic. Students and staff share the same facilities, queuing for hot meals or panini’s and coffee. It isn’t the largest room in the college so, the tables and chairs can become precious, especially when they are pulled out of their serried ranks into group patterns so friends can socialise while they eat.

Today was just like any other at lunch; hectic. The place heaved with a mass of young people whose voices joined in a cacophony of noise. The smell of food being cooked and coffee wafted on a warm breeze that circulated the canteen.

The scrape of a chair on the herring-bone parquet flooring drew a glance from me, focusing my attention for a brief moment and bringing me back from the worries of the day that played on my mind. It was then that I noticed the student standing in front of me. She was quite tall and had an open backed top on. The large vee shape held together by thin strands of the same material as the top. It wasn’t that her skin that was visible that drew my attention though, it was a tattoo that covered her shoulder blade on the right and continued all the way down her spine, disappearing at the waist band of her jeans. I couldn’t see the entire tattoo, but enough to make out that it was of a dragon, in the Chinese style of a wyrm. The scales had been inked in with a delicate touch of fine green lines and the whole thing seemed to ripple as she moved.

“Great tattoo.” I said to her, thinking that she would like the compliment.

“Thanks, it’s my own design.” She had turned to face me as she answered. The girl was striking in looks. Not pretty as such, her nose was too aquiline to be considered beautiful, but striking with the clearest green eyes shining from carefully made up eyelashes. “Would you like to see the rest?”

“Sure, that would be nice.” I answered, not thinking that it could be too dangerous. “Where do I find you?” Her steady, direct gaze was a little unsettling.

“Room B07 in the Facilities Department.” “Okay.” She turned back and then was gone as soon as she had been served.

I didn’t think anything more about it. The day wore on, an endless succession of meetings and departmental issues that a senior Manager has to deal with in a quite large college in the centre of London. In fact, the episode passed from memory over the next few days, it wasn’t until nearly a week later that the memory came back suddenly.

A knock at the door had me calling for the person to enter. I was deeply engrossed in some architecture drawings, trying to work out the logistics of room moves during the summer break. She coughed, one of those hello, I’m here coughs. I looked up, but didn’t recognise her, my only previous sight had been the profile of her face as she spoke to me and of course, the exposed part of her back.

“Can I help you?”

“You wanted to see my tattoo remember?” I think she might have coloured her hair since I saw her last. Now it was a shocking green at the tips, almost day glow in intensity and brightness, with a black base.

“Oh! Sorry, I didn’t recognise you, you look different.”

“Yeah, had my hair done. I’m Jade by the way.”

She turned and flipped pendik escort the snib-lock to my office door and yanked the blind down. “So…” She said turning back and slipping off her tee-shirt off of her shoulders. “…my tattoo.”

She clutched the garment to her small, bra-less breasts and stood in the middle of my office looking straight at me, almost defiantly. I could see, what obviously the tail of the wyrm was, start at the hollow of her throat, before it passed around her neck and over her right shoulder. To see the rest, I had to get up and walk around her. It continued over her shoulder with the body of the thin dragon, going diagonally over her shoulder blade and on down her spine. Its back legs spayed at just below her blades and disappeared around her narrow frame, under her arm pits to the front, still covered by her tee-shirt, still clutched to her breasts.

The front legs of the beast, also splayed, travelled around to her front at waist height as if holding onto her. The neck was only partially visible as it went over her hip, covered by the low waist band of her hip high jeans. The detail of the animal was incredible, every scale depicted in green lines that flowed and rippled as she moved.

“Superb! What I can see of it is absolutely superb.” I meant it too.

She pulled her top off over her head to show me how the hind legs came around her body to end in clawed feet, clutching her breasts, one to each foot. The art work cleverly gave the impression that the talons were pricking into her skin. Somehow, the artist had shaded around the points of the talons as if her breasts were being punctured. It was a really clever effect.

Jade turned her back to me, undoing the button of her jeans and pulling them down. I could see the whole of the dragon now, how the front legs circled her waist and clasp at her navel as if holding on. The neck of the beast continued at an angle over her buttock and around her thigh, the head hidden from view, but a good guess told me where it would be. I wasn’t wrong. Jade turned back to face me and indeed, the head came to her sex. The eyes of the long thin face looked back at me balefully. Nostrils pink and flared with small scales around the edge added to the fine detail of its head. The snout did indeed, finish at her sex, the mouth her opening. But, it didn’t stop there; flames had been tattooed down the inside of her thighs for about eight inches as if being spat out by the dragon.

As a piece of artwork, it was incredible. The fact that it had been done, over living skin, made it appear all the more alive and to flow sinuously as she moved and her skin flexed over her muscles. The scales decreased in size as they neared the head but, increased in number. Clever shading gave the animal a three dimensional effect. She stood, seemingly unconcerned as I walked around her so I could catch the whole thing. Her nakedness gave her no embarrassment and I suppose my words of praise might have helped.

It wasn’t until I had really looked closely that I wondered what it would be like, making love to her with this fantastic tattoo, how it might move and appear çekmeköy escort to be alive. Once thought, the idea wouldn’t go away. I wanted to touch her skin, run my fingers over the colours and trace the outlines. Suddenly, I was almost desperate to run my tongue over her inner thighs, to taste her, to have her, in my hands, writhing in the throes of passion.

For the first time in my career in education, a student had got to me. Until that moment, I had seen hundreds, thousands of young women in various states of dress, looks and personalities, none had so much as raised a glimmer of interest in me, but here, right at this moment, this girl of eighteen or nineteen, was standing in my office, her jeans and panties around her knees and nothing else on other than a splendid covering of ink, I was desperate to touch, taste and bring her to orgasm. I desperately wanted to bury my self in her and I wanted oh so much to see that wrym writhe as I fucked it in the mouth.

And then, I did the unforgivable. Standing behind her, my finger snaked out as if of its own volition and a nail traced over the scales of the beast as it passed between her shoulder blades. She shivered a little at the touch, but stayed standing with her hands locked behind her head. The finger nail followed the outlines of the dragon’s torso until it reached the forelegs. This errant cuticle deviated and traced out the foreleg that wrapped around her middle. It meant that I had to shift sideways, but that was okay. I followed the leg until it got to the taloned foot. I almost stabbed her with the nail at the point where the clever shading made it look like her skin was being pierced. She flinched and gasped, but held firm. Her nipples hardened, darkened in colour and pointed straight at me. Her breasts were quite small, but her nipples made up for the lack of bulbous flesh and tissue, being quite large in proportion and very responsive.

The finger nail continued on its errant way as if redrawing the wrym on her soft white skin. I snagged a nipple, scratching slightly. It hardened even more and became darker. Jade gasped softly and shivered. I hoped it was because she liked what I was doing.

“Sit on the table.” My meeting table was clear for a change. She backed up and perched on the edge, her knees together, jeans and panties had been kicked off. I could smell her perfume, something soft and alluring.

I had to kiss this dragon, kiss it like I was French kissing the beast. I knelt on the floor so that its eyes were level with mine. I hadn’t noticed that she was clean shaven until that point. It made the detail of the tattoo so much sharper in contrast to her skin. Gently, I pushed her knees apart and ran my tongue over the flames of her inner thigh. She tasted delicious. I could have eaten her, but instead, poked out my tongue and buried it in her snatch, right into the mouth of the beast.

Jade squirmed and wriggled a little so her ass was on the very edge of the table. Her legs parted and the tattooed mouth of the dragon opened, waiting for my tongue. The heat from the gaping maul of the beast was intense. She tasted wonderful, a little maltepe escort feminine cleanser had been used some time ago, it gave a delicate flavour to her sex that was unexpected. I set about licking and sucking on her, shoving my tongue as deeply as it would go. Drawing her lips into my mouth and gently nibbling on her clit. The effect it had was gorgeous. Her breathing became rapid. Her knees came up, opening her to me even more. Her hands, instead of supporting her, grasped the back of my head and forced me onto her painted cunt. I became lost in her folds. My nose ground into her pubis, even teeth made contact as she tried to cram herself into my mouth. I know she was shouting something, but my concentration was far too occupied to hear what it was.

And then, she went rigid for a second as her orgasm rippled through her. Her taste was simply sublime. Her essence liberally coated my tongue and taste buds as I swallowed her fluids.

Shakily, I stood up and made a sign for her to roll over. It was time for that dragon to have its face fucked before my raging erection became too painful. She lay face down on the table, her legs splayed and resting tip toed on the carpeted floor.

Normally, I would spend time touching and licking, but I was desperate to enter her, desperate to see how the dragon would writhe as I fucked into it. I just slid straight into her sex, straight to the hilt and as a desperate man will, began fucking her in a frenzy.

The Wrym did move in sinuous ripples as she swayed from side to side and her ass rose and fell from the force of my fucking her. The effect was mesmerising, taking the urgency of blasting my seed into her away. Watching how the scales oscillated and moved was fascinating, the reverse of a snake charming scene where the charmer is enchanted and the snake isn’t. It served to prolong the point of my release.

But, all good things must come to an end and even semi-aware, the point of my release was imminent. I was about to fill the dragons mouth with my cum. Then I realised, a stray thought, that I hadn’t used any protection. It saved me from blasting my load into her belly and possibly landing me with a paternity suite. Quickly I pulled out and urged her to turn over.

Lithely, she spun around and grasped my cock in her small hands and began to rub it with rapid, but gentle strokes. Jade aimed it at her tits and was rewarded with a solid blast of jizz that hit her under her chin, and then another, over her chest and then another blast that she managed to catch on her tongue and all the following mini-ripples as my orgasm receded. My cum dribbled wetly down from her lips and dripped onto her small breasts where she rubbed it in until her skin had absorbed it.

“I guess you really liked my tattoo.” She commented as she pulled her clothing back on “And, for an old bloke, you sure shot a load. Have you been saving it up for a special occasion?”

I just grinned, too unsure of quite what to say and suddenly knowing that I had put myself into a terrible position. If she spoke about it at all, my career was finished.

“Anyway, thanks for a lovely time and I’m pleased you like the tattoo.” She turned to leave, heading for the door.

“Um… Please keep this to yourself. I would lose my job if it got out.” I hated pleading, but it had to be said.

“Oh!” She said. “Don’t worry about that, just so long as you make it once a week, I am sure the dragon will stay quiet.” And, with that, she was gone.

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Author’s Note: This story is for “A”…this really is our fantasy 🙂

*****

I walk into your office wearing a flimsy see-through robe that is barely long enough to cover my already wet pussy. I slide the lock on your door into place, ensuring that we have no interruptions. You look at me with lust filled eyes, and without saying a word I know you are pleased with what you see. I’m tall and slender, with long, shapely legs; a flat, firm stomach; 42D breasts, shoulder-length dark brown hair and I am tan all over.

I’m beside your desk now, and you’ve turned your chair to face me. Your breathing has become shallow in anticipation of the gift I am about to give you. I stare into your eyes and I slowly untie my robe, allowing the silky material to part, leaving nothing between your gaze and my naked flesh. You breathe in sharply as your eyes rest on my smooth shaved pussy. I lean over and kiss you fiercely, my tongue filling your mouth, exploring your teeth, lips and tongue. You are kissing me back, and your hands have reached around to play with my ass. I nibble gently on your lips before moving my mouth to your ear. I slide my tongue in, out, and around teasingly, my hot breath making you shiver.

I stand up straight, removing my body from your grasp and slide my robe completely off of my body. I kneel down in front of you and unzip your trousers, impatiently fighting with the button. We finally manage to slide the garments out of our way, and I wrap istanbul escort my cool, slender fingers around your stiff cock. I slowly jack you off, watching you as you lean your head back and relax. I lean in and being to kiss the head as I work my hands up and down, lightly tickling your balls with the tips of my fingernails. I run my tongue up and down your shaft, coating it in my saliva.

Your precum begins to drip, and I decide I must taste you. I easily slide my mouth along your entire length, relishing the feeling of your manhood filling my mouth. Small moans of pleasure are escaping your mouth as your hands involuntarily grab the back of my head, guiding my up and down your cock. My hands softly play with your balls as I suck and lick you, willing you to cum. I feel your body start to tense, and I increase my ministrations, anxious to taste your sweetness. I watch your face intently, savoring the look of pleasure I see there. You finally start to orgasm, filling my mouth with your hot sperm, and I swallow every bit of it. My mouth slows, barely moving up and down, cleaning you as you soften. I slide up you, rubbing my body against your cock and kiss you again, eliciting a groan of satisfaction.

You suddenly break the kiss and pick me up, setting me down on top of your desk. I smile as I see pure lust written all over your face, and I take pride in knowing that I have turned you on. I lean back, avcılar escort resting my weight on my arms, placing my feet up on the desk and spreading my legs wide. You take a minute just to take in the beauty before gingerly sliding your tongue over my pussy lips. Our previous activities have me wet already, but electricity shoots through my loins as you lick and suck, slowly devouring my sweet pussy. You quick pick up the pace, flicking your tongue over my swollen clit and inserting your tongue deep inside me.

My head rolls back as I rise into a state of bliss as you eat me, each motion become more impassioned than the one before. You mouth is covered with my juices when you bury two fingers deep inside of me. I squeal with delight as you finger-fuck me, lightly blowing on my clit, driving me wild. Your mouth moves upward, your tongue tracing light circles around my belly button before you clamp down on my hard nipple. I’m close to the edge now, and you roughly play with my tits while three of your fingers thrust into me again and again. As you feel me start to climax, you place your mouth over my pussy and massage my clit, bringing me closer and closer until I finally explode. You lap at my sweet juice as it pours from me, my body shuddering beneath your fingertips. You lick me until I’ve relaxed, but my body is still on fire. I tell you to fuck me, and you’re happy to oblige.

I sit up to watch as you guide your massive cock into şirinevler escort my steaming pussy. You fill my tight cunt, but the fit seems perfect. I wrap my legs around your hips, pulling you deeper into me, and you start humping me furiously. My tits bounce up and down as you plunge into me again and again. You keep one hand on my hip, holding me steady as you fuck me, and your other hand finds it’s way to my heaving breast. You knead my firm flesh, twisting my nipple, causing waves of fire to sear through my body, and my pussy clamps down tighter, creating a suction that is mind-blowing. “Fuck me harder, c’mon baby, fill my pussy with your cum, cum for me, aaahhhhhhhhh yeah!”

You make me feel so good. I’m thrusting my hips in time with yours, our pelvises colliding in a strange dance that makes my toes curl. I wrap my arms around your neck and you lift me up off of the desk and sit down in your chair, and I ride your cock, positioning myself so that my clit slides along the shaft. Your hands play with my ass and you suck, lick and nibble my breasts. I’m so close to coming, my legs are getting weaker. Our breath is coming in short gasps, our bodies are slick with sweat, and with each thrust we are moaning in sheer ecstasy. I’m ready for you to fill me with your sweet cum, so we slide to the floor and you pummel me again and again, harder than I’ve ever been fucked before.

My body stiffens and begins to jerk, wave after wave of pleasure gushing around your cock. My pussy spasms, tightening it’s grip, and this sends you over the edge. We cum together, my juice and your seed mixing. We are both physically spent, but you move down to tenderly lick my pussy, filling your mouth with our sweet cocktail before you kiss me, sharing the wonderful concoction we created together…

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It was our first date. Well, not really. We had met up a few times, once for lunch, and again for dinner and a drive. Then one time to see a movie. But for various reasons, we had to keep our burgeoning relationship a secret. But now the barriers were gone and we weren’t afraid to be seen in public, so it felt like a first date to me.

We meet at an Italian restaurant. You look spectacular as always. You are wearing a short, denim skirt with a low cut top, showing off some very nice cleavage. Your hair hangs down partly in front of one eye; you know how that drives me crazy! I hug you as we meet in the parking lot. Your perfume is intoxicating! I take your hand in mine as we walk into the restaurant and a waitress guides us to a secluded, candle lit table. You look a little nervous; I know you would like something a little stronger than a soft drink, but unfortunately that birthday hasn’t come up yet. Don’t worry, I tell you. We’ll take care of that later. You look at me questionably, but just trust me, I have it planned out. We chat as we wait for our dinner to come. I get lost in the beauty of your eyes, losing track of the conversation. You laugh at me when I’m startled by the waitress bringing our food.

We eat an intimate dinner, the candle light sparkling in your eyes. I want to stay at the table forever, but the night is young, and I have plans that I hope you’ll enjoy.

Remember when we first started talking, and I told you about how I like to go to the strip clubs on occasion? Well you showed some interest in going to one, so guess where we’re going? Yep, I tell you, don’t worry; I really think you’ll get a kick out of it!

I can tell you are a little bit nervous as we walk in the front door and I pay the cover. We enter the main stage area and find a fairly secluded spot not too far from the stage. We sit in a booth with a high back, so no one can see us unless they are right in front of us. This is part of my plan, as you will soon find out. I know you are a bit nervous and could probably use a drink to help relax. They have a soda fountain where you can get free pop, so I get us both a tall cup of coke. I look around to see if anyone is watching, and seeing no one is I reach into my coat pocket and take out 2 miniature bottles of whisky and discreetly pour one into each of our drinks. You smile as I hand you your cup and you take a drink.

It’s early, and there are not too many people in the crowd yet. A dancer takes the stage dressed in not too much more than just a bra, thong and heels. She moves around the stage seductively; and I glance over to you to see your eyes glued to the stage. You seem mesmerized as dancers come and go from the stage. After about 15 or 20 minutes, I ask you what you think. You reply that the girls are so beautiful and so graceful. Not as beautiful as you, I reply, meaning every word. You look at me and call me a liar with a smile on your face. I reach over and kiss you, telling you that you are the most beautiful, desirable woman in the building. You just smile and kiss me again. I ask you if you want to go up to the stage and tip the dancer, but remembering what I told you before about how the dancers like to disrobe the female customers, you decline. That’s fine with me. I don’t want to share the first time I see you undressed with a room full of strangers.

I ask you if you want to try a private dance with any of the dancers. You look apprehensive until I tell you that I’ll accompany you if you want me too. But, you have to pick out which dancer you want to have the dance with. A choice is soon made, and we follow a slender, petite blonde back to the private dance area. I explain to the dancer that this is your first time doing anything like this, so she should concentrate on dancing for you. I’ll be happy just to watch.

We take a seat on the bench, it’s comfortable, you sit in the middle. The dancers name is Lexi, and she tells you not to be nervous, that you are in complete control. She wants this to be an enjoyable experience for you so she wants you to tell her if anything makes you feel uncomfortable. You nod. Lexi kneels on the floor in front of you as a nice, slow song starts. She leans in and whispers in your ear to relax and enjoy. You grab my hand with yours as I feel you tremble as Lexi nuzzles your neck and istanbul escort then pulls away. She sways back and forth to the music while standing in front of us, all the time looking into your eyes. Her hands caress her body, starting at her hips and travelling to her bra covered tits. She pinches her nipples thru the bra; you lick your lips as her nipples get hard.

Lexi turns her back to us and pulls her hair up to the top of her head and looks back over her shoulder at your reaction as she sways her ass back and forth in time to the slow beat of the music. She slowly bends over and grabs her ankles, exposing her nearly naked ass and pussy to your rapt stare. Lexi reaches back and slowly pulls her cheeks apart and then squeezes them back together again. The only thing covering her pussy and asshole from your gaze is the thinnest strap of material

The stripper turns towards us again and kneels at your feet, reaching for your knees. You look at me uncertainly, I smile and nod reassuringly, and you let your knees separate. Lexi gracefully turns away and sat back on the edge of the sofa between your legs, her ass in contact with your spread crotch. You smile hesitantly, and looked over at me as if to say ‘Whew’.

The stripper gathers her hair in her hands again, looks over her shoulder at you, shifts back and starts to grind her ass against your crotch as if you were fucking her from behind. You gasp and grab her hips in your hands, helping her move back and forth in a fucking motion. It’s the first time you’ve touched another woman sexually, and I can tell by your short, deep breaths that you love it!

Lexi slows the pace of her hips and gradually leans back and presses her back into you soft breasts. Her head rests on your shoulder as she turns and looks into your eyes. She asks if you like it so far, and you nod in response and wrap your hands around her waist, pulling her further into your embrace. Still lying back into you, Lexi stops her grinding and moves her hands up to her own silk covered breasts, diverting your attention. She squeezes and cups her tits, your chin resting on her shoulder, peering down into the cleavage of the stripper’s bikini top. As she continues to slowly gyrate back and forth to the music, she slowly bends over from the waist just inches in front of us, so that her firm tits hung down, bulging against the small bra cups. Lexi breathes, as she slowly massages each globe through the silk. I feel you take a deep breath and slowly exhale as Lexi cups them for a few more seconds, then slowly kneels in front of you. She reaches behind herself and undoes her bra .She lets it fall away, exposing her soft, natural tits to the both of us.

Lexi gently takes your knees and moves them apart so she could move closer again. Lexi grabs your hips and slowly pulls you forward until you are slumping against the back of the couch, your legs spread wide. Lexi takes advantage of the fact that you are wearing a skirt and begins nuzzling your legs, starting at the inside knee and working her way north. She licks lightly at your soft inner thigh, and then looks up mischievously at you.

After a minute, Lexi moves her hands away from your hips and up to cup your breasts on either side. She smiles and softly says that she likes your tits. She gently squeezes your tits as she asks if it’s ok to do so. You nod your head, and as your lips part as you begin to breathe heavier.

You let out a moan as Lexi, looking intently into your eyes, slowly licks her lips. You look down and smile at the nearly naked stripper kneels between your legs. Lexi takes this as an indication to go further. She reaches down and lifts up your blouse, sliding her hands underneath. She squeezes your breasts thru your bra, feeling your nipples harden thru the silk. Lexi moves her hands under each cup of your bra, knowing that she was probably the first woman to touch your breasts. She feels your nipples get even harder beneath her touch as she looks at me and tells me I’m a very lucky man. I don’t tell her that I have yet to do what she is doing, but nod at her. Yes, I am very lucky to be with such a gorgeous woman.

You’re in heaven, having a woman massage your tits for the first time. You look at me with heavy eyes as you avcılar escort tell me you can’t believe this is happening.

Still cupping your tits, Lexi moves up to nuzzle your neck, lightly nipping at your ear.

You moan in pleasure as your hands, as if moving by instinct, reach to Lexi’s tits to caress them. Suddenly you stop and shyly ask if this is ok. Lexi smiles and tells you that you can do anything you want. She then nuzzles your neck as you more confidently savor the feel of another woman’s breasts for the first time. Sensing your desire to explore, Lexi sits back watching, her chest jutting out as you run your hands around the dancer’s tits, feeling them, stroking them, and squeezing the woman’s nipples. The combination of the whisky and your own passion cause you to let go of your own inhibitions as you continue to massage and caress the stripper’s tits and nipples while she nips at your neck.

All too soon, the song ends and I see the disappointment in your eyes. Lexi stands up and puts her top back on as you gaze at her. We stand up and Lexi gives you a hug as she tells you that she hopes you enjoyed it and hopes you come back again. I pay her and we head back to our booth. We watch a few more strippers do their stuff before I sense you have had enough. I ask if you are ready for the next and final part of the evening. You say yes, and we head for the door.

You’ve managed to convince your folks that you were staying overnight with a friend, so I booked us a room at a hotel near the strip club.

We make it to our room. The door is barely shut before you push me against the wall and press your lips to mine in a soul searching kiss. You break away and tell me to sit on the bed. Earlier that day, I stopped by the room and left a few candles, so now I light them, turn off the lights and sit back on the bed. You start to do a slow striptease, showing me you were learning a little while watching the strippers tonite. You pull off your top and turn away from me. You look back at me over your shoulder as you slowly slide your skirt over your ass and down your legs. You are wearing a familiar looking pink thong. I remember seeing that pink bow in the back one time at work. It was peeking out of the back of your pants. I made the mistake of telling you I saw it, ever since you have been wearing your shirt loose so it covers it. You turn back towards me, standing there in just your bra and panties, looking more beautiful than I have ever seen you. If you never took off anything more, I would die a happy man just for having witnessed this.

You reach behind you and unhook your bra. You let the cups fall away from your body, revealing the most beautiful, pink tipped tits I have ever seen. You toss aside your bra and drop your hands to your panties. You slowly slide them down your legs, revealing an almost hairless pussy. You walk over to me, pushing me back till I lay flat on the bed. You straddle me, leaning over to kiss me. I cup your tits in my hands as our tongues search for each other between parted lips. You break our kiss as you lean forward, bringing your tits to my face. I grab one breast in my hand and guide the nipple to my mouth. I suck and lick the nipple till it’s as hard as a diamond, switching to the other breast to give it the same treatment. You kiss me again as my hands caress their way down your back to cup that magnificent ass in my hands. I let my hands wander over your ass. I let one hand reach between your cheeks, my fingers gently rubbing your puckered asshole and then reaching further down to feel the wetness that covers your pussy.

I moisten a finger with your juices, and then lightly caress your swollen clit. You gasp with pleasure as I slide my finger down your slit to the wet opening I find there. I slide a finger into your pussy. You moan as you start to move your hips up and down in a fucking motion. After a few minutes, I withdraw my finger from your cunt. I want to taste you, so I tell you to move up and sit on my face.

You move up until you are straddling my head. You look down at me and then slowly lower your pussy. I breathe harder as I watch your pussy moves closer and closer to my mouth. I moan when your soft pussy lips spread across my lips. My tongue acts on instinct as I stick it out of şirinevler escort my mouth and push it into your body.

You begin to moan as you feel my tongue move between your swollen lips. You look down to see my eyes looking intently into yours. You moan in pleasure as you encourage me to ravish your pussy with my mouth and tongue. I reach behind you and grasp each ass cheek in my hands, helping you to move back and forth on my lips and tongue. My mouth finds your swollen clit and I take it between my lips, gently sucking. That’s all you can stand, and your body trembles and shakes as a powerful orgasm begins. Your legs spread, forcing your pussy onto my face, your juices pouring into my mouth as you call out my name and announce your orgasm. I’m sure that I’m going to drown as I try to swallow your juices, but fortunately for me your climax comes to an end and you fall to the bed beside me.

We lay like that for a few minutes, each of us catching our breaths. After a while you turn to face me and tell me with a smile on your face that I seem to be over dressed for this party. I agree at once and get up to stand at the side of the bed. You stand also, pressing you naked body against mine as you put a hand behind my head, pulling me down into a passionate kiss. You can taste yourself on my lips and you moan. I reach down and squeeze your sexy ass. You push yourself back, breaking our kiss. Your eyes are swimming with lust as you slowly slide yourself down my body until you are kneeling at my feet. With hands shaking in anticipation, you open my pants and pull them and my briefs down. My already hard cock springs out, almost hitting you in the face. You smile as you grasp the shaft with one hand as you lower your mouth to the head. I look down as I feel your hot breath on my cock and see it disappear into your waiting mouth.

I moan as I watch you lick and suck my cock. Your lips work on me like a woman possessed. You wrap both hands around the shaft so your lips can work on the swollen head. I can feel myself getting close to exploding. But as much as I love what you are doing to me with your mouth, I don’t want you to finish me off this way.

I grudgingly pull myself from your mouth. I help you up and off of your knees. I kiss your lips and then tell you to get on the bed, and onto your back. You smile and do as I say. You lay back and spread your legs. I get on my knees between your legs; my cock is harder than it’s ever been in my life. I move slowly forward until my cock is at the entrance of your dripping pussy. I ease the head of my cock between your pussy lips. I slowly push until the head is inside. The feeling is incredible; your pussy is already squeezing the head of my cock! Your pussy is tight, but wet. I push forward until half my cock is inside you. I ask you if you are ready, and you nod your head quickly. I slide the rest of my cock inside you in one sure stroke, my balls coming to rest on your ass.

You moan and wrap your legs around my waist and use your hands on my hips to pull me deeper into you. I look deep into your eyes as our bodies become one. This must be what perfect love is, I think to myself. I could die right now a happy man, but you are not done with me yet! My hips move down and yours move up as our bodies meld together. The minutes roll by as our bodies move relentlessly together.

I’m getting closer and closer to exploding as my thrusts become more erratic. I know you are close too, so I do my best to hold off so that we can cum together. It’s only a few moments later when I feel your body start to shiver, announcing your impending climax. You start to buck in pleasure. Your arms hold me tight and your legs wrap around my waist, as if I would try to escape your embrace.

I tell you that I can’t hold back any longer, that I’m about to cum inside you. That sends you over the top and your pussy squeezes my cock as you cum. The feeling of you pulsating on my cock is all I can stand and I thrust one last time into your body, my cum pouring into your willing pussy.

We lay there like that, my body on top of yours as we revel in the aftershocks of our respective climaxes. I gently kiss your lips as I pull back with my hips, my slowly softening dick leaving your body unwillingly. I lay back on the bed by your side. You turn and snuggle next to me, your head on my shoulder and your hand on my chest. I pull the sheet up over us as you close your eyes in contentment.

You are so relaxed that you start to fall asleep as I stroke your hair and kiss the top of your head. But before slumber takes you, I need to tell you one thing.

I love you Samantha.

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It’s raining.

That shouldn’t matter to me now, not after the events of today, but it does. I’m getting soaked: my chestnut hair is plastered to my cheeks and my white silk shirt is clinging to my stomach and breasts like it was painted on. I’m sitting on the curb, a duffel bag beside me, and the memory of my boyfriend fucking my best friend on the bed upstairs fresh in my mind. Ex-boyfriend. Ex-best friend.

And now I’m alone, on the curb like a lost doll, a broken toy. I am tired, so fucking tired. And I have nowhere to go, nobody to run to.

I pick up my bag and brush wet tendrils of hair out of my eyes. Today was shit, sure. But I am still Anna Montgomery—I am still strong. I walk down the street like I have somewhere to go; the city at two A.M. is wet and tired and dirty like I am, and it feels like home. The red neon sign of the nearest bar beckons me like a siren; I duck into the entrance without really thinking about it.

Ten seconds later, I’m sitting at a black leather barstool and my clothes are dripping rainwater onto the honey-colored wooden floor. The bartender takes one look at me and shakes his head. “Bad night, love?”

“You could say that.”

“Your first drink’s on me,” he offers, “but first, come with me.”

I follow him numbly into a tiny back office, where he offers me a frayed blue towel and a place to put my bag. I wring out my hair, try to soak the water from my shirt and skirt. I feel the bartender’s eyes on me as I towel off my chest; I feel his gaze tracing the edges of my black lace bra, my nipples pressing up against the flimsy fabric. I look up to meet his gaze—green eyes, predatory smirk. He takes a step closer, bakırköy escort too close. “Whoever he is, he’s an idiot,” he whispers. He pushes my hair behind my ear, traces the full curve of my lower lip with his thumb.

Without thinking, I’m leaning into his hand, hungry for the solid warmth of his skin. I press myself against his broad chest, shivering against the heat of his body. His muscles tense at my touch and his arms tighten around my waist, his pinkies pressing against my hips while his thumbs rest against my ribcage.

“Fuck me,” I breathe, too tired and sick to think of rejection or embarrassment or polite formalities. It’s all so silly, anyway. This whole damn world is so fucking silly.

He steps back to look at me, his hands moving up to my arms. “You don’t want that, baby.”

“I do, I really do. I’m done with everything. I’m so done.” My words are spilling from my lips too quickly, but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything. I want to be pushed against the wall. I want to be hurt. I want to feel something, anything besides this hollow sadness. I want pain, anger, passion, lust.

“What do you want, love?” He presses his hips against mine, and I feel the hard heat of his cock straining through his pants. “Do you want me to kiss your lips and make love to you like a little princess?”

“No.” I’m breathless.

“What then? Do you want me to put you on this sofa here and taste every inch of your skin and find every word that rhymes with the color of your eyes?”

“No.” My cunt is hot, and my eyes are exuding sapphire fire. I am suddenly alive again.

“No? Do you want me to take you, beşiktaş escort baby? Push you up against the wall and force my cock into that hot little cunt of yours?”

“Yes.” My eyes are closed. My breath comes out in short, ragged gasps.

In one swift motion, he slams me up against the wall, hard enough that my breath exits my body in one swift whoosh. And then his mouth is on mine, his teeth tearing my lip, his hands jerking my shirt up over my head.

“Tell me what you want, baby.” he’s ripping my bra straps down my arms, sucking my nipples, digging his teeth into my flesh, leaving bruises, leaving fiery marks that make my heart beat, that keep me alive.

“I want you.” I’m panting, hungry, wanting, a liquid ball of heat and want and hurt. “I want your cock in my cunt, I want to feel your body slam against mine; I want you to hurt me. Use me. Choke me, spank me, hit me. Fill my pussy with your cum. I want you. Hard. Now.”

He jerks my skirt up, shoves his pants down. His cock jumps free, hard and smooth under my searching fingers. The golden warmth of his skin under my hand puts air back in my lungs, drags me back to this world. Before he can stop me, I drop to my knees and take his cock in my mouth. His width makes my lips distort; his length presses down my throat, but I don’t gag: I want this too much to gag. I bob up and down on his shaft, feeling his thick rod harden and stir against my tongue. His cock is perfect, long and smooth and thick and hard as steel. I flick my tongue across the head, feeling his pleasure like it belonged to me.

Without warning, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and lifts beylikdüzü escort me into the air, slamming my back against the wall again. My legs automatically lock around his waist, and his cock sheathes itself in my pussy so quickly the pleasure of it is mixed with hot, heady pain. I cry out, but his tongue is in my mouth again.

He fucks me hard, like he hates me, like he loves me. I suck his lips, his tongue, the smooth tan skin of his shoulders. I bite his neck, his earlobes, his chest. He keeps me in the air, anchored to this room with his cock. His mouth is fiery, angry, fierce, devouring my skin as if it’s made of gold. His hands leave bruises on my skin and his teeth leave bite marks. He pulls my hair, squeezes me too tightly, fucks me too hard. And it’s just right. I feel alive. I feel good. God, I feel good.

He carries me to his desk and drops me on it facedown on the piles of papers and buttery leather folders. He slaps my ass two, three, four times hard, and then grabs a handful of my ass in each hand, putting my soaking cunt on full display. He slams back into me, making me cry out, and slaps my ass again with every thrust. He pulls my hair into a ponytail and pulls on it hard, harder— ahhh— and my eyes spill hot tears down my cheeks. I cum again and again, so hard my entire body is trembling and quivering and melting against the cold wood of the desk.

I am hurting, I am hurt, and it is so real, so painfully real. When he finally comes inside me, shaking and emptying spurts of hot cum inside my sore cunt, I am so sated I could fall asleep.

He pulls out of me and turns me over on my back. He kisses my thighs, my stomach, my chest, and the insides of my arms. His lips are soft, so soft. Angel lips. Angel kisses. He kisses my lips slowly, sweet as rain. He kisses each of my eyelids. He kisses my bleeding heart.

I’m a sticky, shaking mess when I open my eyes. He’s smiling still, a quiet smile. A real one.

“I’m James,” he says.

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Ambitious Melisand wants to get out of her dead-end job with a move to the Marketing Department. Office Politics chapter 2 told how she made sure her lecherous boss Mr Jones would not try to stop her. Now she has to impress Mr Edwards, the Head of Marketing, and without sharing too much of the credit.

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I finished the report for Mr Edwards in the morning. It did not take me long, as I had worked out the pivot tables the previous night. We did not have a colour printer in word processing section and I was meant to take it to Amanda, one of the departmental secretaries, who would review it and print it off in Marketing. That did not fit with my plans at all.

Research department had a colour printer, and I had installed the driver and attached it to my computer. They always had a meeting from 10:00 to 11:00, so I had plenty of time to print a copy of the report and pinch it off the back of the printer. Even if anyone saw me, the document I was taking was obviously from Marketing so I could simply say that it had gone to the wrong printer and I was collecting it for Mr Edwards.

Amanda had given me a copy of the previous month’s report as a sample, and there were a few areas where I thought the presentation could be improved. I saved my work and created a new version, making these changes. I just had enough time to print and collect the changed report before 11:00. Then I telephoned Mike and asked if I could see him. Mike was one of Mr Edwards’s executive assistants. He said to come up at about 11:30.

Mrs Ellis, the office supervisor, had been busy most of the morning, but she came up to me at the coffee machine. “How are you?” she asked. I told her I was fine. “I hope you were OK last night,” she asked with obvious concern, “I am not sure it is a good idea to stay in the office after everyone except Mr Jones has gone.”

“I am quite alright,” I said, “nothing happened that caused me any distress.”

She did not look entirely reassured, but she went back to her desk. She did not ask me about the report.

I went to Marketing department just before 11:30 and asked for Mike. I was surprised to be shown into a spacious and well-appointed office. The bank clearly thought Mike was going places. He stood up as I came in, showing me to a chair by a side table before sitting in the chair opposite.

Mike was very tall and quite slim. He was in his early twenties and very smartly dressed. He had slightly long, blond hair and blue eyes. His suntan suggested a winter skiing holiday rather than a sunlamp. He gave me a friendly grin and said “Melisand, John Edwards told me you were helping us on the Friday report. How can I help you?”

“I have been looking through last month’s report,” I started, “and I think there are a couple of places where the presentation could be improved.” He looked surprised. I put the old report down on the table and showed him the parts I thought needed changing.

“I hear what you are saying,” he said. “Tell me how you would change them and explain why this would improve the report.”

I put the unchanged copy of the new report on the table. “Look at this figure here,” I said, “this shows this month’s figures in the same format as last month’s. If I put lines here and here,” I indicated the place on the report “and print the totals in bold the whole thing is much clearer. Like this,” I showed him the same figure in the new report after my changes.

He compared the two reports for a couple of minutes. He looked warily at me, “and the other changes?”

I showed him the other changes I had made. He spent a few minutes looking at them and then I explained how they would improve the report for a few minutes. He picked up the telephone, “John, do you have a minute?” He put the telephone down. “John will be able to see us in about 15 minutes. Would you like a cup of coffee?” I said yes and he called one of the secretaries to get two coffees.

We talked while we drank our coffee. He questioned me about my background, what I enjoyed doing and my ambitions. I don’t want to make it sound like an interview – Mike was a very easy person to talk to, and I think that was an important reason for his being so successful – but he probably learned more about me in that short conversation pendik escort than Mr Jones had done in an hour-long interview before I joined the bank.

Mr Edwards’s secretary called us and we went in to Mr Edwards’s office. This was about the same size as Mike’s but the furniture and fittings were much more expensive.

Mike started, “John, Melisand has some ideas about how we can improve the Friday report.”

“Do we need to?” asked Mr Edwards, in a half-joking, half-irritated way.

Mike put the reports down on Mr Edwards’s desk and went through the changes in detail with him. He explained why the changes would improve the report and showed how they would benefit the people who used the report. He occasionally asked me to explain how I had managed to produce a particular effect.

After about twenty minutes, Mike turned to me. “Melisand, how did you manage to print this in colour? There is no colour printer in the word processing section and someone would have stopped you if you tried to print it in here.”

I put on my most innocent expression and told them about the colour printer in Research department. Mr Edwards said, “strictly speaking, you are not authorised to use that.” I put on my little-girl-caught-with-her-fingers-in-the-sweet-jar face and said I was sorry but I had not realised. Mr Edwards grinned and said that he was glad that I had ignored that rule, provided I did not do so again.

“Could you excuse us for a few minutes, Melisand?” asked Mr Edwards. I went out of his office and talked to his secretary for about ten minutes. Then Mike asked me to come back into the office.

It was Mike who spoke. “Melisand, you have come up with some good suggestions on the report. John and I both agree that it will greatly improve its quality. On the other hand, you seem to have shredded the rulebook. You have used a printer you are not authorised to use. You have also made these changes without talking them through with Mrs Ellis. We are not quite certain whether we should promote you or sack you.”

I looked suitably contrite. Mike continued, “If we decide to let you continue working on this report, how long do you think it will take you to finish it?”

“I need to tick the figures back to the papers Amanda gave me,” I said, “and someone should proof read it. If Mrs Ellis has time to proof read it this afternoon it should be with you by this evening.”

“Today!” exclaimed Mr Edwards. “Are you telling me you have finished it, working on your own, in a day and a half?”

I nodded.

“Take her away, Mike,” said Mr Edwards. Mike grinned broadly and led me back to his office.

We sat at the side table again. “That was some show you put on,” said Mike, “I thought John would have apoplexy. Is it really finished or was that bluff.”

“I need to tick back the figures and I want someone to proof read it,” I repeated, “but aside from that I believe it is finished.”

He picked up the telephone. “Mrs Ellis,” he said, “are you free to do some proof reading for an hour or so?”

He put the telephone down and turned to me. “We usually tick back the figures ourselves. If you can go and see Amanda I will ask her to go through it with you. I have asked Mrs Ellis to come over to proof read it and she should be here in about ten minutes.” He showed me out of his office and led me over to Amanda’s desk.

The next hour was one of the most nerve-wracking of my life as Amanda and Mrs Ellis examined the report on a line-by-line basis looking for mistakes. Eventually they gave up and Amanda telephoned Mike to say that it was correct. Amanda led us back into Mike’s office.

Mike was in an expansive mood. “I am not sure how you did it Melisand, but thank you very much. And thank you Mrs Ellis for proof reading it at such short notice. Perhaps you can have a word with Mr Jones to make sure Melisand is available to work on this report on a regular basis. Getting it out on the Tuesday is remarkable!” Then he turned back to me. “Melisand, you need to email the report to Amanda so she can have it printed. We will have to remove your access to the Research department printer, I am afraid, but I will ask Daniel to connect you to one of our colour printers. I think we may kartal escort have some more work for you very soon.” Daniel was the systems administrator. I was also dating him and he had taught me most of the tricks I had used in the report.

Instead of taking me back to the word processing section, Mrs Ellis steered me towards the coffee shop. This was empty at this time of day, and she bought a couple of coffees and we sat down at one of the tables. “I know what happened last night,” said Mrs Ellis, “that worm Jones can’t keep any secrets from me. What are you going to do?”

“Nothing,” I said. “He did me no lasting harm and he will not go near me in the future. I hope this will scare him so he does not try anything like that on anyone else.”

“You are playing a very dangerous game, Melisand,” said Mrs Ellis, “and I hope you do not get out of your depth. Are you going to ask for a move to Marketing?”

“Probably, eventually. I want to go in as more than ‘the girl who does the Friday report’, though.”

“I can see that.” Mrs Ellis sat deep in thought for a few minutes. “I can put in a good word with John Edwards and I am sure you can deal with Mike, but remember you are on trial now. You broke a few too many rules!”

“I will be a positive saint from now on,” I said. I gave her a cheeky grin to show that I did not really mean it.

“You look after yourself,” she said, “I would hate anything else bad to happen to you. We had better get back. You might as well pack up and go when we get back – you have had a trying couple of days.”

Daniel was waiting at my computer when we got back to the office. “You are not allowed to attach printers and you are definitely not allowed to install drivers,” he said.

I looked suitably apologetic and murmured, “sorry.” My contrite expression was getting a lot of exercise today.

“I have attached you to a printer in Marketing,” he said, “if you will come with me I will show you where it is. I have already printed a test page.”

The route Daniel chose led us past the server room and he tried to nudge me inside. “No Daniel,” I said, “I had a late night last night, working on this report, and it has been a very busy day.” I did not tell him about Mr Jones. “Mrs Ellis has told me I can go when I have seen which printer I am attached to. If you are finished we can go straight back to my flat. I do not feel like a drink tonight.”

He looked at me sympathetically, “that sounds fine. You look tired – do you want to give tonight a miss?”

I was very tempted, but I had already put this date off from Monday. I managed a smile, “no, I will be fine when I am home and have had something to eat.”

The printer was near to Amanda’s desk and we talked briefly while Daniel checked that the test page had printed properly. Amanda is a tall Chinese-American girl in her late twenties. Her beautiful, long, black hair is her most striking feature. She was wearing a well-tailored and very expensive suit over a silk blouse. I realised that I would need to do something about my wardrobe if I did move to marketing.

I went back and cleared my desk. Daniel was waiting outside for me and we walked back to my flat. We did not talk.

We passed a chemist’s shop on the way and Daniel said, “wait here” and disappeared inside. What was he looking for, I wondered. Condoms perhaps? I had known I was safe with him, but what did he know about me? Did he even know about Mr Jones raping me? It had not taken Mrs Ellis long to find out. Anyway, I had used Daniel’s trojan to transfer the .mpg file and if he had been monitoring that he could have seen everything.

He came out with a very large bag. Not condoms then, unless he had bought a lifetime supply. I looked down at the bag, but he smiled and put his finger to his lips. Daniel’s visit to the chemist had piqued my curiosity and I found myself becoming excited and even sexually aroused in spite of my tiredness.

We got to my flat and Daniel walked straight into the bathroom and started running a bath. I followed to find him pouring some bath oil into it – at least part of the mystery was solved. He undressed me – very gently – and helped me in to the bath. Then he started to take scented candles maltepe escort out of the chemist’s bag, light them and place them around the bathroom.

I expected him to join me in the bath, but he did not. Instead he took the bag and two of my towels into the lounge. He put on some soothing music but did not return to the bathroom.

At first I revelled in the sensation of the bath. I soaked my tired and aching muscles. I washed myself thoroughly as if to wash away the memory of the rape.

I called, “Daniel, are you coming to join me?” but there was no answer. I did not think he had gone – I would have heard the sound of the door – but last my curiosity got the better of me and I got out of my lovely bath and dried myself. I wrapped a towel around me and walked through into the lounge.

Which was empty, but I could see Daniel through the open bedroom door. The towels he had taken were on my bed and I could see bottles of massage oil lined up on my bedside table. “Your masseur awaits,” he said.

I noticed that he had stripped to his underpants, so I guessed the massage might then go on to other things. Even so, I was charmed and touched by his gesture. Daniel really is a very sweet boy.

I lay face down on the bed. He started at my shoulders, massaging away the tensions of the day. Then he moved down to my back. He massaged my buttocks, gently touching my asshole but not putting his hands between my legs. He continued down my thighs and legs before massaging my feet and kneading my toes.

“Turn over,” his said in a rather husky voice. His erect prick pushed at the front of his underpants.

He started on my feet and worked his way up to my knees. As he moved up he concentrated on the inside of my thighs, slowly and gently opening my legs. He spent long minutes massaging my groin, flicking the tips of his thumbs against my clit and labia.

Then he slipped off his underpants before kneeling on the bed between my parted legs. He continued the massage, however, working my pubic hair and my stomach before starting on my ribs. His prick seemed to be straining forward as his hands reached my breasts. His hands gradually climbed up my breasts until his thumbs reached my nipples.

By now I was eager for him to enter me and I let out a low moan, deep in my throat. Taking that as a sign, Daniel pushed his prick into my wet, receptive pussy. I was so excited by his clever hands that I came before him, for the first time. He continued to thrust into me for several minutes after my climax before shooting his load.

“Is that any better,” he said with a grin as he climbed off the bed. “Oh yes!” I said enthusiastically.

I made some salad and put out some cold meat and a bottle of wine for dinner. I enjoy cooking and I usually take pride in preparing food, but the last couple of days – and even the last couple of hours – had taken a lot out of me. But I was surprised to find that the food and a couple of glasses of wine made me feel more like my normal self.

Over dinner I had told Daniel about the report and how I had solved my problems with the pivot tables. He nodded approvingly, but he went over to the computer and showed me a few useful short cuts. Then I reached across him and opened up our pillow book.

We had both had such explosive climaxes that I did not expect any further fireworks that evening. But reading through the book, debating the number of stars we had assigned to the various sexual positions and discussing exactly what physical injuries we could expect from trying some of the more impossible ones aroused my libido. I was only wearing a robe – I had not bothered to get dressed earlier – and I shrugged that off and looked straight at Daniel. He peeled down his underpants – they seemed to be all he ever wore around the flat – and we went back into the bedroom.

I lay flat on the bed. He leant over and starting licking and sucking my pussy. I gasped and started panting as waves of pleasure swept through me. “Sixty nine,” I said, “bring that sweet cock of yours round here.”

He kept his mouth firmly on my pussy as he moved round to the side of the bed and climbed up. He knelt so he was straddling my face and I snaked my tongue round the end of his prick. Then I raised my legs to wrap them round his head, put my hands on his waist and flipped him over onto his side. I stroked and gently squeezed his balls with my hands as I sucked on the head of his shaft. I slowed down as his climax approached and his cum shot into my mouth as we climaxed at the same time.

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She pulled back her hair in defense of the wind along the Rue du Marché au Charbon in Brussels, around midnight, their time. She had lost her own time through constant travel. She slept when tired, remained awake when alert, and she had met some interesting people. Her dark tresses wouldn’t be captured and so a halo of darkness played over Windy’s ponytail. She walked with a purpose, and her eyes scanned the street: the bodies pouring from bars, the groups smoking on the corners, anyone walking solo. This was her ninety-first country, and she was getting tired of this game. Ten to go, she thought as she came upon a parkette filled with the nighttime’s people. She entered and lit a cigarette. She didn’t smoke.

A pack of four girls in the park with bottles of cider, waved her over. “Who is the pretty lady?” they were saying in French and Flemish.

“Hello, Bonne nuit!” she said, walking over to the bench. They introduced themselves in clumsy English, except one who seemed educated in English more so than the others. Windy couldn’t seem to retain any of their names but Pitre, attached to the girl with the blondish red hair, which was clearly a nickname. It meant Clown. “Welcome to de city of brudderly sisters,” said, she thought the one named Marie.

“Ravi de vous rencontrer,” Windy said. “Is this the happening spot?”

“‘appening spot?” mimicked this chubster.

“It isn’t. Listen, Windy,” said Pitre, “We were heading back to my flat… you should come. Pitre’s flat party of five!” Marie laughed. She stunk of whisky. “Let’s go!”

“I’d be glad to join you,” Windy said politely in French. Besides, this was already her third night in Belgium without any luck. This could lead somewhere.

They walked and talked, mostly in French but with the other three girls trying on their English. Mostly cuss words. They came north on Rue de Midi for five long minutes while Marie ingratiated her drunken self on little Pitre. They turned off finally into a building with a gray awning titled L’Aigle. They took stairs two floors only, but it took forever because they were stupid and drunk and Pitre kept apologizing for them.

Her apartment was cool with only black and whites on the wall, in contrast to the colourful placemats, dishtowels, pillows. Marie came over where they stood, and touched Pitre on the ass. She was slurring in French, and in those moments, Windy was glad she wasn’t ruining English. Two girls poured themselves a shot of whisky, straight. Windy maintained a single Bailey’s on the rocks for the entirety of the evening. She took a good look while Marie slumped over on the couch. The place was nice, but not particularly comfortable. Larger than she had imagined, with wainscotting and flat plaster ceilings. The floors were hardwood and the furniture, sparing. The fat one and the blonde hovered in the kitchen while Pitre, Marie, and Windy sat down in the main space.

The other two pulled up a video game. It was clear that Marie wanted Pitre. Go home, Windy thought. Marie was shooting Pitre’s avatar, and sinking slowly into the couch. Her eyelids drooped as they played.

“À Bientôt, Pitre!” called the fat one with the perfect skin. The kitchen wenches left, and Windy checked her watch. It had gotten late, but the video game was turned off, and suddenly it was quiet. Both Windy and Marie were staring at Pitre, or whatever her name really was.

Marie yawned and lay on the couch with her thick legs across Pitre’s lap. You’re mine, those legs said, but Pitre didn’t look too sure. If this doesn’t go anywhere soon, thought Windy, I’m getting out of here. Marie turned on a nature show from BBC.

“Hungry?” asked Pitre sliding out from under Marie’s legs.

“‘Ungry?” repeated Marie. “Non. Mal a la stomache, ehh…” A gazelle ran across the screen.

“Sure,” said Windy quickly. “What are you offering?” She winked behind Marie’s back. Pitre blushed.

“Ice cream?”

“Perfect.”

“Come to the table. Allez-y.” The kitchenette had a white laminate table and three metal chairs. The picture on this wall was Collette- a photo taken in the 1890s. Pitre turned with two bowls of vanilla. Instead of sitting across from Windy, she sat in the chair beside her. Windy watched her eat, trying to gauge what to do with this one by how she ate: Slowly with a lot of tongue. Windy smiled, and tucked a strand of Pitre’s hair behind her ear. Never pierced, she noticed. They stared at each other, flirting with their eyes. Pitre must have been nervous because she glanced toward the couch and dropped a spoonful of ice cream in her lap. Windy leaned over and ate what had fallen. Pitre’s face registered surprise. So she was a good girl.

“Don’t worry about Marie,” Windy whispered. “T’inquiète.”

“She’s kinda my girlfriend…”

“Kinda?”

“Yeah… We just started hanging out…” Windy put both hands on Pitre’s thighs.

“She’s asleep.” They listened to her light snore, and lowered their voices.

“Yeah, but…”

“And I’m pendik escort right here…” Those hands slid further up Pitre’s thighs until her fingers crossed in the middle. “Let me make you feel good.”

“I dunno…”

Windy flattened her hand on the area and rubbed in heavy circles. Her long nails picked up the light and shone white against the girl’s dark pants. “Shhh,” she said, “I know you can be quiet.”

“I… ok.”

“Come sit on the white chair.”

“In front of her?”

“Yes,” said Windy, brushing her hand over Pitre’s perky tits. “Go.” Pitre did, and sat down in the chair beside the couch. Her eyes were on Marie. Windy sat on the ground between her legs.

“I’m not sure…” started Pitre in a whisper.

“Shhh…” Windy said with a smile, and undid Pitre’s pants. She pulled her black jeans down over her hips and left them around the girl’s ankles. She was wearing these sensible pink panties with an elastic waist. Windy

slid her hand underneath. Pitre was staring over at Marie, hoping she wouldn’t wake up. Windy didn’t like the distraction. Marie’s hand moved and she scratched her face and they froze. Then she turned over so her back was to them and resumed snoring. Windy almost cheered. She turned back to her number ninety-one and slipped the crotch of the panties to one side. She felt Pitre’s body tense, then relax as her warm tongue licked Pitre’s folds, slipping up and over the clitoris. The girl jumped a little in her seat, and finally took her eyes off of her sleeping girlfriend and closed them. Windy wound her tongue on the most sensitive of areas. Pitre slid down in the chair so her leg was touching the couch on which Marie slept. Windy licked her, the tip of her tongue dancing on Pitre’s swollen clit.

The girl was grinding now into her face, emitting little “oh! ohs!” as Windy did her best job. Her hand took over. “You wan’t to come in my mouth,” Windy teased.

“I… Yes!” she squealed. Windy moved her hand, and resumed flicking her tongue. She took a pointer finger, careful of her nails, and slid it into Pitre’s hole. She gently stroked the top from the inside while her tongue worked the outside, to predictable results. Pitre forgot about Marie’s presence, and started begging, “ne vous arrêtez pas! De plus que… don’t stop. Keep going!” Windy was glad to oblige.

Suddenly Windy felt squeezing pressure on her finger which was slippery with juice. She rubbed harder. Pitre came hard and it was beautiful, with her whole small body involved. She throbbed and throbbed, and finally allowed her body to collapse into that plastic white chair. Windy wiped her mouth on Pitre’s fallen jeans. She loved making women come.

“Where’s the bathroom,” Windy asked the now comatose woman. Pitre pointed, and then her hand fell down on her lap as if weighted with lead.

Windy washed her hands, and rinsed out her mouth. The bathroom had a seashell theme. Wishful thinking as in many inland bathrooms.

Windy thought she’d head over to Switzerland if she could get a stand-by. She walked past sleeping Marie, bent down and patted Pitre on the bare leg, and stood up. “Ninety-one.” She grabbed her handbag, and left without a word into the cool night.

*****

The good looking forty-something wasn’t in the chalet for ten minutes before a young woman came asking him for lessons in a squeaky annoying voice. “Do you take credit?” She posed and flirted shamelessly as Windy watched. She was young enough to be his daughter. He waved her off. The man ordered a hot chocolate and blew on it to cool it off. He winced when he took a sip too soon. He couldn’t wait. Windy watched as he slid his shaded goggles back into his hair. And looked around, bored. Another pair of young girls moved in on him. Whatever he said, their shoulders fell and they left dejected. He sipped his hot chocolate. Windy knew who he was; his picture hung in the lodge. She walked over in her unzipped jacket.

“You must be so bored of this,” Windy said in English. He brightened.

“Are you an American?” he asked, removing his gloves.

“No,” she said honestly. “I am from Quebec,” she lied. Ma français, desolé, est me langue maternelle!”

“I prefer to practice my English, if you don’t mind.” He looked at her warily. “You looking for a lesson?”

“No, just a new friend. I’m here alone.”

“Oh?”

“Oui.”

“Lonely or alone?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. “

“My goodness, your English is fantastic.”

“Thank you, and you are right. I am bored with this.”

“Bored with all of those girls?” he made a face.

“They are teenagers. I am a grown man. I used to be…” he searched for the word, “flattered by their attention… now…”

“You’re annoyed by it.”

He smiled and said, “Yes, that’s right. Et Je suis ennuyé avec eux.”

“Je comprendes.” He thought her accent sounded Parisian, but her English was definitely without accent. Do they speak English so well in Quebec? kartal escort Or French for that matter? “Do you want to get out of here?” she asked, running her fingernail up his arm. She could smell the chocolate on his breath; was there ever such a fine aphrodisiac?

“Voulez-vous venir avec moi?” he asked, his voice low and even.

“Where?” she smiled mischievously. He pointed up one of the hills. “Ok,” she said, zipping up her tight jacket. He watched her fingers on the zipper. A shame really to hide those beautiful breasts, he thought.

“Where are your skis?”

“Outside on the racks by the brown gate.”

“Mine too.”

“Then let’s go!” she said playfully. As they emerged from the chalet, their breath appeared in puffs of cold before them.

“Do you know who I am?” he asked as his boot clicked on the bindings.

“No,” she lied. “Does it matter?”

“I’m Hauken. They call me Hawk here.” She knew, but played the fool. Hawk was a racing legend in Europe. Used to be.

“I’m Windy,” she said, though her given name was Wendy. Windy was more exotic. She had been given that name by number 40, Ricki from Equador, last year. He mispronounced her name as he called it out and she had liked it. That was many countries ago, and she had not completed her transformation then. Now, the numbers came easily. She had not had to look long for men and women who appreciated her affections.

“Come with me to that chairlift,” said Hawk, setting off to the north side of the hill. She followed him. She was not the most confident skier though she had learned in the alps only six months before. She saw that the lift went to the top of a thin run which looked difficult. Windy mustered her courage. I can do this, she thought.

They got on the chairlift, legs pressed together, and lifted off above a course called ‘Chemin Dangereux’ They had a while to go to get to the top. “Are you excited?” he asked.

“Of course, Hawk,” she said touching his knee. “I like giving people surprises. Anything to cure your boredom.” He smiled. She wished she could see his eyes, but his ski mask was iridescently reflective, and she saw only a distorted image of herself.

“I want to touch you now,” he said plainly once they were off, and unzipped the top of her ski jacket. Windy arched her back to show herself off. The chairlift rose and bounced in the wind. The fingers of cold touched her breast and her nipples stiffened. He slid his hand inside, appreciating her body with his palms.

“I knew you wouldn’t disappoint, Windy.” The chair lift spilled them onto a path for the run, but they didn’t go that way. They skied behind the carved paths behind a copse of trees. Everyone else was turning to go down the hill. They were out of sight. She immediately began fumbling to lift his ski jacket, exposing the velcro holds on the sides of his pants. She stepped out of her skis and knelt in the snow. She attacked the velcro and yanked his ski pants down only to find a layer of long underwear standing between her and his skin. He chuckled, “Keep going, Windy.” She yanked his long johns down only to find a pair of underwear- now bulging – in front of her eyes. She placed her hand on the bump, and rubbed him until his cock was standing straight up below his knickers. It was so cold out, and she hardly wanted him to feel the cold, so she pulled his boxer briefs down, exposing a beautiful organ, almost seven inches long, and challengingly thick.

“You’re beautiful,” she said, and meant it.

“Hurry,” he urged, “its cold!” She wrapped her lips around his girth, and sucked his cock from as low as she could, to the bulbous tip. Hawk moaned appreciatively and leaned back while she stroked him with her tongue, her hand, her lips. She went faster as his breathing took on the quality of a steam engine. She worked on him until his hips were pushing that big cock into her mouth, and she took it like a champion, faster and faster, until his whole body was twitching with the build up of pleasure. “Do it,” he moaned softly. “Oh, Windy!” She suddenly slowed down, playing with him with her tongue. “Don’t!” he cried. “Don’t stop, please!” She smiled up at him, and then blew him with earnest. Faster, wetter, she could hear his breathing and hoped he wouldn’t hyperventilate right there. Windy’s wet hand was freezing as she took him entirely with her mouth. “Yes!” he cried out twice, and came in wet pulses against the back of her throat.

He stood there on shaky legs. She covered him back up with the boxers, then the long johns, and finally his navy ski pants. He fell backwards in the snow and his skis crossed in the air in front of him. “I don’t know if I can move,” he admitted.

“Well, it’s time.”

“Is there anything I can do for you, mademoiselle? Qu’est-ce que vous voulez?”

Windy pulled her sleeve back and glanced at the time. The rental skis were due half an hour before. She had taken a long time to find number 92; she had already been maltepe escort in Switzerland three days. “Rien,” she said. “Meet you at the bottom of the hill.” The smiled and flirted though it was no longer necessary. She stepped back into her skis and heard the binding click. It was late and it was too cold up here. “I’ll meet you in the chalet,” she claimed.

Instead she survived her way down the difficult run -and some point, he skiied right past her with perfect paralell. Windy skied to the rental hut to return her skis and quickly

took the lodge bus back into Berne. She would take the next plane wherever it was going in search of number 93. Standby. This time she would go somewhere warm.

*****

The Cuban sun beat down upon the umbrellas in the market, which cast short shadows on the cobblestone walkways. Even the trees here were short, burdened by the heat of midday. Here in the village beside the resort there were countless opportunities to buy treasures to take home. She fingered a polished stone, and a pair of opal drop earrings, but she had no intention to buy. She was looking for someone. A man. This time a man. Her eyes scanned the crowd.

A white man shopped across the stall for fruit. To bring back to the resort, no doubt. Was he alone? He was. She crossed the aisle. “Are you alone here?” she asked in English.

“I’m here on a getaway. With Global Tours?” Why he asked her instead of told her revealed his character.

“So am I,” she lied. “We must have been on the same plane.”

“From Buffalo?”

“Sure,” she said. “You’re not here with anyone?”

“No.”

“Oh.” Windy touched her own neck and let her hand fall over her chest. He was looking. “You’re happy with your mango?”

“Oh… I, yes. Yes.”

“Why don’t you take me back to your resort?” she asked with a smile. “We can share it.” His eyebrows raised. Really he was just a 52 year old girl computer technician from Tonawanda. What did he do to deserve a classy woman like her? “Let’s go before it rains.”

“Is it going to rain?”

“What if it does? Let’s enjoy the day.”

“all right. I’m Andy Addam.”

“Windy,” she said, and nothing more. She held out her arm and he grabbed hold clumsily. They walked back to the end of the market, and along the side of the road for ten minutes. He talked about his job, and she touched his arm. It wasn’t far.

“This is my room,” he said, gesturing to the dresser, the bar, the king sized bed.

“I see.” Windy moved to the window -a view of the poolside- and drew the curtains. The room fell into shadow.

“I like the view,” he said, “but I like the view inside much better.” So he was getting bold. She could appreciate that. The mango was placed on top of the bar and forgotten. She approached him. “I… Let’s take a shower together, Windy.” She remembered showering many times with Jeremy, and he would wash her… she almost said no.

“All right. Can you unzip me?” He looked pleased. Really, for an older man, he was in great shape. She turned and he took hold of the zipper on her dress and dragged it down her back, exposing delicious flesh and a white lace bra. Windy stepped out of the dress, and stood in her matching undergarments. he could see her fabulous body, and he could see no pubic hair through those white panties. She watched him look at her. “Take off your clothes.”

“Well, ok!” He shuffled out of his shorts as gracefully as a man can, and stripped his shirt off revealing a bit of a belly, but firm muscles in his arms. They stood looking at each other.

“Come here,” she said with an evil grin. “I need your hands.” He moved forward and cupped her breasts while she unclipped her bra behind her back. It fell to the floor. She slipped the panties off, and slid down to her knees. She rubbed his thighs, and swept across his groin to tease him. To wake him up. She touched him on top of his underwear and he hardened in her hand. “Turn on the shower.” He did.

They stepped in and got wet. He tried to kiss her on the mouth, but she turned and rubbed her ass against him. He reached around and took the soap and began washing her breasts. She grabbed the soap from him, and started masturbating him in the slippery suds. He moaned appreciatively, his hands on her breasts. She normally didn’t let them touch her so much. This nudity would have to stop; it put her in too dangerous a situation.

She rubbed his cock for a few minutes, and when he reached down to please her, she hit his hand away. She pushed him into the spray to rinse off, then dropped to her knees on the blue tile floor. The water beat on her head, sending streams down her face while she took him in her mouth. She had to swallow water in order to fit his thickness in her mouth. He practically fucked her face and loved every second. She sucked the head, and stroked the shaft with her hand. “I’m gonna go,” he panted. “Oh my God.” She kept going, pleased at herself. “I’m gonna go… I’m gonna…” he ejaculated into her mouth in a few strong spurts which she let drip out of her mouth onto the tiles and into the drain.

“Wait here,” she said, and stepped out, grabbed a towel, slipped into her dress, and grabbed her handbag.

“Count to 100,” Windy said to the shower curtain. She heard him chuckle.

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It started out as most any other July night in Indiana: hot, some would call it sweltering even, with the heat hanging still in the air, the setting of the sun doing nothing to relieve the warmth. Even in the comfort of our air-conditioned bedroom, we could still sense the stifling temperatures and the cool sheets we lay between still weren’t enough. Realizing this was just such an occasion that swimming pools were built for, we decided to go outside and take a night swim, hoping that would help cool us off.

You dressed more quickly than I; we chose to wear suits in the off-chance that one of our neighbors might be stirring, as it wasn’t quite midnight yet. Opening the door, you had to catch your breath faced with the sticky hot air and the sweat started to roll down your back almost instantly. You wasted no time in reaching the pool, pausing only for a moment to watch the sparkling water before diving smoothly in.

Breaking the surface, you heard the back door click closed and turned to see me approaching. I carried towels in my hand, holding them in front of my body to keep it covered until I reached the pool. “Hey now, that’s not fair….how am I supposed to get a good look with all those towels in the way?” you teased me. I smiled, shrugged, and dropped the towels.

For what I paid kartal escort for the bikini, there wasn’t much material. It was white, almost glowing against my tanned skin. Slung low on my hips, it was held up at the bottom by thin strings wound through gold hoops. The top was similarly bare, scraps of white fabric held on by thin straps loosely tied. The gold and diamond jewel in my navel caught the moonlight and sparkled once as I carefully walked down the steps into the cool water. I slipped under the surface quickly and re-emerged, standing back up… hair slicked back, body wet, the white becoming slightly see through. I laughed, hoping your rapt silence was a sign of approval. I knew you hadn’t seen the bikini before and was hoping you would like it. “So, you like?”

Giving me a look I had been hoping for from you, you swam over to me. Crouching before me, you pulled my legs gently out from under me, put your hands around my hips, and guided me through the water, pressing me back against the wall, our bodies submerged except up to our chests. Wrapping my legs around your hips, you pressed against me, and I could feel that at least one part of you approved of the bikini. “Do I like?” You leaned in to whisper directly in my ear, knowing your breath bostancı escort would make me shiver. “What do you think??” Grinding your hips into me, you made it clear how you felt about it.

Gasping at the sudden movements, I pressed my fingers into your shoulders. I began moving my hips against you, sliding myself against your length, getting more and more turned on. Kissing me roughly, you slid one hand down my side, around the back, cupping me from the rear. Working your hand underneath the suit bottom, you slid first one finger inside of me and then two. I moaned but you quickly silenced with your mouth over mine, not wanting to risk waking the neighbors with our activities…even if part of the arousal was from the thrill of possibly getting caught. You imagined someone watching secretly from a nearby house, getting aroused themselves, possibly even pleasuring themselves while watching us caught up in making love.

Getting even hotter with that thought in mind you pushed down your trunks, kicking them off, all the while never letting up with your fingers. I reached down and slid my hand along your length, jerking you off and teasing you, running my fingertips along the head in quick firm movements. With this, you decided it was time enough. maltepe escort This was no time for slow foreplay, taking time and teasing gently. Neither of us wanted anything but what came next.. Quickly pushing aside my bikini bottoms, you slid fully into me. The suddenness of being filled by you made me gasp but I didn’t have time to catch my breath as you immediately began fucking me, at times quick and forceful thrusts, and then abruptly switching to slow, deliberate motions, sliding almost all the way out of me before pushing back in all the way to the hilt. No words were needed, but I knew you liked hearing how good it felt for me, how you were hitting in just the right spots, all that you got from my noises and you were not disappointed.

Tilting my hips to change the angle, I watched your eyes as I saw it starting to send you over the edge. My own orgasm was building and I began to fuck you back, moving my hips against you, trying to draw you deeper in. Your hands wrapped around my back and you held me against you as you moved faster and harder, trying to hold it back but unable to. I whispered deceptively softly into your ear that you were making me come and that was all it took. Pressing your body to mine you went over the edge, coming hard with me right along with you. Your thrusts slowed and we started to relax our grips on each other, finally stopping and catching our breaths. Sliding out of me, both still breathing heavily and we leaned back against the wall, sitting on the steps in the water. I guess pools are good for heating up as well as cooling down… with the help of a little white bikini.

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He was just a regular college student. Well, not quite a “regular” college student. You see, Thomas Benley wasn’t into the drinking or the drugs like so many higher scholars. No, he was into something different that took him away from school, the opposite sex. This isn’t to say that Tom was a player. He just always had a special attractive nature that just drove the girls crazy. That was before it happened. But, I’ll get to that in a bit.

Thomas James Benley was a happy-go-lucky boy growing up, a small town boy through and through. He was a star track and field athlete in high school, and went to states multiple times for his sprinting prowess. Now he is a junior at a small university, where he got in because of his track performance. Thomas has always been a leader in the classroom, and now has been taking 18 credit-hour semesters and still achieving a 3.97 GPA. This excellence didn’t keep Tom from finding friends. He was such a happy guy that no one could have negative feelings around him for long. Inevitably, he became the most popular guy on campus, and thus had his pick of the girls.

While Thomas did capture the heart of just about every girl on campus, there was one that had captured his. Her name was Celeste Richardson, and was Tom’s high school sweetheart. She wasn’t a typical skinny twig, but that’s not to say she wasn’t considered beautiful by most guys, and some girls. Celeste may have been considered plus size by clothes designers, but most people who saw her saw a curvaceous temptress that had all the right curves, in just the right places. All the boys used to be mesmerized by watching her luscious behind sway and jiggle with every step, or get lost in the healthy bounce of her grapefruit sized breasts in high school. As she’s gotten a bit older, Celeste’s curves just got more sensual, and her beauty more refined. It did help that her angelic face was framed by shoulder length hair, a mix of dark brown and red, that contrasted quite nicely with her halkalı escort deep green eyes. She was every guys wet dream come alive, and yet the only one to have ever tasted her forbidden fruit was Thomas.

They had fallen in love at first sight, and were absolutely crazy for each other. One magical night, the night of their four month anniversary, they took their love to a new level. After a romantic night on the town, Thomas drove them to a little known ridge overlooking the town. Under the star filled, summer night, they expressed their love for each other. They began kissing lightly, then more and more passionately. Their hands were finding places that no one had touched, and both were in heaven from it. The windows in the little car were starting to fog over, light moans filling the air in the car. That night Celeste had told Thomas that it was time.

After making sure, Tom drove to his house, all the while being distracted by his horny girlfriend in the passenger seat. They ran up to his room, and no sooner had the door been closed had they started to strip off their clothes. Both were inexperienced, since neither had been with anyone. Thus, they had been timid to stand completely naked in front of the opposite sex. Tom’s eyes had gone right to Celeste’s generous breasts, which were rising and falling ever so gently with her breathing, and to the surprisingly bare lips that surrounded her womanhood. Her attention was driven by Tom’s awakening member, and how large it was. Standing at full attention, Tom had once measured himself at seven full inches long, and about handful around. There was a strange mix of awe, attraction, nervousness, and horniness that swept through Celeste as she stared at the growing monster in front of her. She could feel herself getting wetter, beads of feminine moisture pearling on the outside of her waiting vagina. Her nipples tightened, and she found them wanting, straining to be touched. Celeste took Tom’s hand, şişli escort and led him to his bed, where she had laid back with her legs apart, exposing herself for the first time. Tom had gazed at the glistening pink hole, feeling himself get harder than ever before. He reached for it, feeling his fingers being coated by her slick wetness, finding what was pleasurable for his lover. Without really knowing what he was doing, his index finger found a small nub, which produced a moan from the lips of Celeste. He continued to rub the spot, which brought about more moans of pleasure from the girl.

Tom had taken one of Celeste’s large pink nipples in his mouth, which, combined with the motion from his hand on her clit, made her hips start bucking. He had sucked and licked on it, sending jolts of electricity straight to her throbbing love button. Tom moved his mouth to hers, muffling her moans, and moved his other hand to her large breast. Celeste was feeling pure ecstasy, far more than anytime she had played with herself. She could feel her pussy aching for something, anything to fill it. She needed Tom, needed his hard cock. Her eyes had been glazed by lust, as well as his. Celeste told Tom that she wanted him inside her. He had moved on top of her, in between her legs. The tip of his member was just centimeters from her dripping wet entrance, and he could feel the blazing heat that was coming from it. He rubbed the tip around the outside, getting it all wet and making her squirm when he hit her clit. Then he had started to probe at the actual hole, slowly sliding in the invading phallus.

He had then met resistance, her cherry. He was gentle, but still she cried out a bit as he broke it as softly as he could. Soon though, all she could feel was pleasure as Tom’s giant cock moved in and out of her formerly virginal pussy. The feeling was like nothing either had felt, and both had looked deeply into each other’s eyes, sarıyer escort feeling a deeper level of love. Both had known what the other was thinking, and with the pumping of Tom’s massive organ, both were nearing the point of no return. There were unintelligible moans and groans coming from both, and they were bucking into each other, Celeste trying desperately to impale herself while Thomas tried to ram himself to her core. Their eyes had been locked together in love and lust when both had felt a stirring deep in their loins, a building of something enormous. They had started to fuck faster and faster, the impending orgasm made them crazy. They kept trying to hold back, to make it last just a little longer.

Just when they thought they couldn’t last any longer, both erupted in a massive orgasm. Thomas kept pumping his cock deep into Celeste, trying with all his might to penetrate her to the core, to send his spasming cock deep into her womb. He let out thick jets of hot cum that lapped at Celeste’s contracting pussy walls, and filled her tight cunt until it spilled out the sides. Celeste couldn’t care less, for she was in the throes of her own massive climax. Her orgasm had built up, and now was crashing down upon her, like a rouge wave upon a tiny ship. She was lost in her sexual energy, not caring what was happening as long as she continued to feel good. Torrents of hot, wet pussy juice streamed from her cunt, mixing with Tom’s cum. Her clit was on fire and at one point she had thought it was going to fall right off it was throbbing so much. Her tight pussy had clamped down on Tom’s cock, convulsing hard, making her tighter than ever, the only thing that kept the organ from escaping in the flood of female cum. Both their legs had been utterly soaked with a combination of his and her cum, though neither had cared. They had consummated their love for each other, and were perfectly happy.

That night, without even cleaning up, they had fallen asleep cuddling on one another. They had made love many more times after, learning about each other’s bodies, finding out that Celeste was a lucky girl capable of multiple orgasms and of ejaculating. Both breakthroughs greatly pleased Thomas, and both lovers were eager to experience more about their new sexual life together.

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I own this small massage boutique in a fairly affluent town. I have two girls that work for me and they were getting ready to leave. It was Friday night and I was waiting for my last appointment.

It was almost 7:30 when this cute young lady walked in. She was about five foot seven with dark brown hair and a very attractive figure. I looked down at my appointment book asking, “Are you Nancy?” I explained that the girls usually handle the female customers, but unfortunately they had to leave for the evening. So I asked if she was uncomfortable with me giving the massage.

She said, “no that’s okay,” and gave me a little smile. At least that made me feel bit easier.

After the initial amenities I led her off to one of the massage rooms. She explained that this was her first time here and in fact her first massage. She said it was a gift from her husband. Since he traveled allot he suggested going out and spoiling herself for an evening.

Inside the massage room it was nice and warm from the heaters and electric fireplace. After softening the lights I pointed to the hangers for her clothes and the bath towel draped over the massage table. Then I left so she could undress.

A few minutes later I knocked at the door cracking it a bit and asking if it was okay to come in.

When I entered the room Nancy was lying on the massage table with the towel draped over her behind. She was a pretty sight with her legs and half her thighs exposed. Her back looked so soft and smooth that I could barely wait to feel her flesh. But I had to control myself. My job was to give her a massage.

I put some soft relaxing music on and lowered the lights a little more so the lit candles had a calming effect. “Are we all ready Nancy,” I asked.” “Yes I am,” she whispered talking into the table matting.

“Just relax and enjoy yourself.”

I began massaging her neck with my fingers and then working my way down her back. Eventually I walked around the table to her feet and began stroking up the calves of her legs. She was so soft and her legs felt so nice. I spent a few minutes deep rubbing her muscles slowly working up to her knees. Then I started going higher squeezing and massaging her thighs right up to the edge of the towel that covered her rear end.

I was getting rather turned on feeling her warm skin and was beginning to get a bit bold. I inched my hands up under the towel a little feeling her thighs and massaging them. She didn’t say anything. So I went a bit higher almost half up her thighs. “Is that okay Nancy?” I asked. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” I thought I’d better asked before she got upset. She moaned out with a sigh, “ohhhh… nooooo…, it feels good.” I continued rubbing her legs and running my hands up and down her soft fleshy thighs creeping up higher each time. I wasn’t sure how she felt about what I was doing, pendik escort but it certainly was arousing me. My cock was getting hard.

My fingers were stroking higher massaging almost to her ass. Not being able to see under the towel I was sure I was getting close to touching her panties. Actually I was surprised she was allowing me to do this. I was expecting any second to hear her complain that I was getting too personal with her. My hands went up under the towel again, only this time I went a bit too far and my two thumbs brushed up into her crotch right at the edge of her panties. The adrenaline rushed through me as I expected her to jump up from the table. Instead she let out a deep long sigh, “Oooouuuuu.” “That feels sooooo…. good.” I hesitated for moment and then asked while my hands were running up her thighs again. “Keep going?”

“Oh, Yes…” “Yes…”

I continued massaging her legs and thighs. Every so often I would purposely touch her panties again. One time I caressed the bottom of her ass through her undies and then another couple times lightly touching against her pussy. Not once did she complain. In fact, she was letting out soft little sighs and taking deep breaths. She was enjoying this.

I decided to make the most of the situation and go all the way up. I rubbed my thumbs right up over her panties between her legs. My God was she wet. Her panties were soaked. Nancy was aroused by my touch. So I moved my hands to her ass and gently massaged her asscheeks through her underwear. Then I stroked back down between her legs making sure my fingers touched across her pussy.

She burst out with a deep long sigh whispering, “ohhh don’t stop…”

“Does that feel good Nancy?” I asked.

“Yess.” “Oh Yesss”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“Yes” “Don’t stop.” “Don’t stop.”

I pulled the towel off her rear end. Wow, what a body. She was beautiful and such a gorgeous ass. I placed my fingers in the waistband of her panties just sort of teasing her flesh underneath. “Shall we take these off, I suggested?” She raised her hips in consent and I slowly tugged them down her legs.

My hands began roaming all over her. I was literally feeling her up rather than massaging and she loved it. I gently spread her legs apart and could see her pussy actually dripping juices onto the table. Then I slid my hand between her thighs and started stroking two fingers through her cunt. I could even feel her clit getting harder. I was so excited at this point that my cock was rock hard. Then as she moaned out, I just pushed both fingers completely inside. “Oh fuck, yes…, she blurted out.” I shoved them deep inside her hot wet pussy making Nancy wiggle her ass as if trying to help me fingerfuck her own cunt.

“Do you like that Nancy?”

She only moaned, “Ohhhhh,… make me cum.”

I kartal escort didn’t need to hear anymore. I played with her juicy little fuckhole with both fingers until they were covered in cunt juices. My other hand was busy feeling her ass and gently spreading her cheeks apart so I could see her tight little puckered hole. I held her asscheeks open and removed my pussy juice coated fingers from her cunt. Then I placed my middle finger directly on the center of her asshole. She tightened and clenched her cheeks. I wanted her to relax so I rubbed my finger in a massaging motion coating her cute anal hole with her own cunt juice. I pushed easily making her feel the pressure of my finger and letting her know I wanted to feel inside her sexy little butt hole.

I leaned down and kissed her asscheeks. “Relax Nancy,” I encourage in a soft calming voice. And she did. Her body went limp on the table. I applied more pressure on her asshole and my finger slipped into her tight little bottom. “Oh my God….she whispered out in a deep sigh. Then I slowly finger fucked her ass. My cock was responding even more as I watched the way her anal hole heaved in and out hugging my finger.

I had Nancy constantly moaning by the time I finally withdrew and helped her sort of half kneel up. “Just close your eyes and relax,” I suggested. Then I moved my hand back to her cunt slipping three fingers in and out of her. Each time I entered I used a different three fingers until my whole hand was covered in pussy juice. Nancy was moaning continually and begging me to make her cum.

I formed all of my fingers together positioning them right on her cunt. Then I started twisting and pushing them in while placing my other hand on her ass.

“Do you still want to cum, Nancy?”

“Yes,… yes… she panted out.

“Do you want to cum real hard?”

“Oh Yes… Please…”

She could feel my fingers burrowing hard into her wet pussy. “Do you want them all, Nancy?” I asked firmly. My fingers were half way in and her cunt was stretching open wide to take them.

“Is this making you feel real dirty?”

“Ohhhh My God,… Yesssssss…,” she answered.

I put my lips on her ass and licked, tracing the tip of my tongue right up through her crack. I could feel her body shudder. I did it again burrowing my tongue between her asscheeks until I touched her asshole. I licked her pucker hard so she knew I wanted a taste of her ass. Then I leaned down to whisper in her ear as I wiggled my fingers deeper in her cunt.

“Do you like that.” “Do you like me treating you like a dirty little slut?” And I backed away.

“Ohh, Fuck Yes…,” she cried out pushing back with her ass trying to get my fingers in deeper.

When I said the word “slut” I thought she was going to cum right then. I knew Nancy was married, but her responses maltepe escort were like telling me it was okay to treat her like a dirty little whore. And I guessed she liked hearing it too.

I pushed harder and twisted. Nancy was helping by wiggling her ass on my hand. All of my fingers were now inside her as my knuckles continued gouging through the flesh of her stretched cunt.

“I’m gonna fuck you Nancy.” “I’m gonna fist fuck you like a filthy whore.” And I pushed hard penetrating her body completely as I stuffed my whole hand up her juicy little twat.

“OOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH,……. FUUUUCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!” “I’……M….” Cu……mmmmmmmm……iin…..ggggggggg……..

“Ohhhhhh, Gooooooodddddddd,….. Fuckkkkkkkkkk…….Meeeeeeeeee………”

At the same time I tried getting underneath to lick her clit. Nancy was cumming so hard that she was nearly in tears. I started pushing deeper in her cunt and feeling the wetness inside her hole. She was soaked and actually gushing juices around my wrist. I was licking them up tasting her sweet cum juice in between sucking her throbbing little clit.

I pulled my hand back slightly stretching her cunt wide. I wanted her to feel like I had her cunt gaping. Then I quickly shoved back in fucking her hard with my fist. I could feel my hand sink deep in her body and bottom out against the deepest part of her cunt. She screamed,… “Ohhhhhh,….Fuck Me…” And I did it again. I made her cunt stretch so wide with my fist each time that she sucked in air as if she were afraid I were ripping her open. But then when I rammed my fist in hard, she screeched out almost as if her orgasm started all over again. She was cumming hard and I wasn’t letting her stop. By the time I finally yanked my hand out she must have cum five times in succession. And she was till wildly moaning out telling me to keep fucking her.

I walked around to the front of the table as Nancy laid there exhausted. I dropped my pants and placed my cock to her lips. She was like a hungry little cum whore. Before I could get my fingers entangled in her hair, she had my cock between her lips. I held her head in my hands as I fucked her mouth. She was moaning out her enjoyment as her tongue licked at my hard cock each time it slid deep in her mouth. I just fucked her continually until my cock felt like it was going to burst. When I knew I was going to cum, I stopped with my shaft resting on her tongue.

“Oh Fuck!!… I’m cumming…” I just stood there filling her mouth. My cock was throbbing and I knew my cum was flooding the back of her throat. Her lips were firmly locked around my hard throbbing cock and I could feel her gently sucking. This hot little housewife was sucking the sperm out of me.

Once I was spent, I pulled out. I was exhausted and drained. I leaned down kissing the top of her head. “You’re a naughty little slut wife.” She glanced up moaning and licking her lips. “Mmmmmmmmm.” Then I pulled up my pants and walked out of the massage room.

Ten minutes later Nancy came out. She met me at the counter. “You give a great massage.” “When can I get another appointment?”

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(All characters depicted in any form of sexual activity are 18 years of age or older)

I would like to thank my editor ereaderl

[Hello readers this story is a little experiment I wanted to try. After putting up the option at the end of Chapter 9 of “Our Family Vacation” on what I should do next and seeing all the responses (Side note: I hope to have Chapter 10 uploaded soon), I thought it would be interesting to do an entire story where I give all of you a little more input in what happens next in the story. At the end of each chapter of the story I will have multiple paths the main character can take and you will get to vote on what direction the next story will take. Now on to the story.]

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Meagan moaned as she felt the hard, thick shaft slide deeper into her wet pussy. As the guy started to slowly fuck her Meagan tried to remember how she had gotten in this situation or at the very least who the guy fucking her was; but for the life of her she just couldn’t remember. Though if she was really being honest with herself she really didn’t care at the moment; her mysterious lover was doing too good a job to worry about little things like who he was.

As he increased the speed and strength of his thrusts Meagan began a constant stream of moans and groans and the occasional, “Oh yes.”

At first she was so caught up in her own pleasure to really notice but as their fuck session continued Meagan began to notice something weird about her new lover; no matter how hard he fucked her he never seemed to make a single noise. Now she really was curious about the guy pounding his hard cock into her dripping pussy; every other guy she had been with would at least make some sort of sound. istanbul escort Even if the guy didn’t like talking during sex or was in amazing shape he would still at least breathe heavy enough that she could hear him.

Not this guy though, now even as she strained her ears to listen all she heard was the sound coming from her own mouth and the sounds of their bodies moving together. She did her best to try to make out the guys face or even hair color but all she could make out was the slightly darker outline of his body above hers.

Meagan’s brain was screaming at her to push the stranger off of her and turn on a light, but her body was screaming to let this amazing man continue to pleasure her as he is. In the end, body won out over mind, as she closed her eyes, dropped her head back on the her pillow and just enjoyed the ride.

Meagan lost track of time as their bodies did their best to become one, but as pleasurable as this stranger’s fucking was she just couldn’t seem to go over that edge and orgasm. Time after time she felt like she was right at the brink but at the last moment her feelings subsided despite the fact the her lover was not changing what he was doing in the slightest. She was near to the point of anger of her lack of orgasm when she was distracted. At first she didn’t even notice anything but yet her brain seemed to register something her mind didn’t; but then there it was again. It was a nearly unnoticed sound that she couldn’t quite make out, but then she heard it again a little louder.

*Knock knock knock* “Meagan.”

It repeated over and over three knock then someone calling her name each time getting louder. The avcılar escort mystery man seemed not to notice as he went on thrusting into her giving her pleasure but unable to finish the job. She pushed against his chest, “Hey do you hear that?” But he just continued on.

Meagan was near panic as she tried to wrap her head around what was going on. Then she heard the sound again but louder than ever before.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* “MEAGAN!!”

Then suddenly everything went white. Meagan blinked several times until her eyes got used to the brightness, and when she looked around she was sitting up in her bed completely alone with the sun shining through her window.

*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK* “Meagan! Are you even in there?”

Meagan heard at her bedroom door but now she recognized the voice as her Mother’s. Now it all made sense she had been asleep dreaming.

“Geesh yes Mom I’m here,” she yells through the door as she gets out of bed.

“Well open the damn door then!”

Before pulling the door open she looked at her reflection in the full length mirror on the back of the door. Her hair was a crazy mess going every which way, her shirt was rolled up her body so she was starting to show under boob and there was a very noticeable wet spot on the front of her panties. Meagan grabbed her robe and pulled it on before opening the door, “God Mom what is the big emergency?”

“The emergency young lady is that your aunt Barb and cousin Milly are expecting us to meet them so we can help Milly pick out her wedding dress! Remember?”

“Oh yeah,” Meagan now remembered that her mom and her where asked to help her cousin little miss perfect to shop for dresses, “Mom do şirinevler escort I really have to go?”

“You know how much it means to them.”

“Mom you know the only reason Milly asked me to be there is so she can rub my face in the fact that she is getting married and I’m not.”

“Oh Meagan, that’s not true,” Meagan just looks at her Mom with a ‘be real’ look on her face, “Okay maybe, and I repeat, maybe that might be true but do you really want to miss the chance to go?”

“Mom I barely want to go to her wedding let alone go dress shopping,” Meagan huffs.

“Well your Dad and brothers are taking your uncle and Milly’s future husband fishing so you can always go with them. It is up to you Meagan go shopping in a nice comfortable store with free cake or go dredging through the country side with he reward at the end being smelly fish. Either way get your ass in the shower, dressed and downstairs,” her Mom tells her before marching down the hall.

Meagan slams her door closed and looks at herself in the mirror again before pulling her clothes off and asking herself, “What to do, what to do?”

To be continued… (with a little help from all of you)

Path 1: Meagan puts on make-up, heels and a sun dress and goes with her Mom. (Lesbian Sex, Exhibitionist/Voyeur, Fetish)

Path 2: Meagan puts on jeans and a t-shirt and goes fishing with her Dad and brothers. (Incest/Taboo, Group Sex, Mature)

Path 3: Meagan decides to stay home alone. (Toys/Masturbation, Nonconsent/Reluctance, Erotic Couplings)

[I hope you have enjoyed this first chapter. Vote for which path Meagan should take and what category it should be in.

Example: Path 1, Lesbian Sex

I would prefer for you leave your votes in the comments below so other readers can also see them, but if you vote via feedback it will still be counted. I will tally the votes in a few weeks and hopefully have the next chapter uploaded in about a month, give or take a couple of weeks depending on how busy my editor and myself are.]

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