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To call Alison a flirt or tease was definitely an understatement. To call her a tart or slut was too cruel and a little harsh I think. I had to call her was Miss Wood or my sort of boss. I reported to her for daily jobs but for more things I reported to her boss. We got on well in our own little corner of the office, the only two that did the job we did. Alison was pretty, slightly older than me, blonde with a great body, pert tits and long slender but shapely legs. She always worn short skirts with tight tops or dresses that were figure hugging. She also always worn nylons with very high heels. She looked good and she knew she did and so did everyone else in the building, male and female.

And I had the best seat in the house right next to her. Not only did she tease the eyes but she would often make even the most boring conversation sexual. Double entendres and flirtatious comments would often make me laugh, blush or great hard. It also wouldn’t be an ordinary day without her giving me a glimpse of her stocking tops and down her cleavage. Her up skirt and down top positioning known around the office and I got it first-hand. I think she got off on giving me an obvious hard on that I would struggle to hide and then ask me to ‘get the teas in’ so I had to stand up with my bulge in full view of her and I could hear her giggling as I awkwardly walked off to get the teas in.

Fridays were the worst or best depending which way I looked at it. Friday was dress down day but for Alison it was dress up day. Although her weekly outfit were teasing they were conservative and her stockings would be black, grey or tan. On Fridays she made sure she stood out from the crowd. She must have owned stockings that were every colour of the rainbow and more. She often wore bright red, yellow, purple even orange stockings and I would dream of her all weekend long, tugging away on my cock thinking of her in the sexy outlandishly coloured nylons but one Friday she went the extra mile.

I was already sat at my desk working when she walked in dressed in the shortest blue tartan pleated skirt, tight blue top and electric blue nylons. As she sat down I felt my cock grow hard instantly and as she crossed her legs I saw the darker banding of her stocking tops. I also noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra and her pert tits were topped by her hard nipples poking through her thin top. “They’re bright even for you Alison,” I said after a minute or so trying to hide my erection and blushes. She laughed making her loose breasts wobble in front of me and making me throb even more. “Going out after work, 80″s theme. You not coming?” Her double entendre was nearly apt.

“No I didn’t know about it. I’m busy anyway!” I lied. Well sort of. I’d probably be busy jerking off over Alison. “Shame,” she said, “it’ll be fun! Lots of women dressed in ridiculous outfit like this. Be a luv and gets the teas in!” She place a pound on my desk and smiled at me. Getting the teas in was what I was good at while Alison was the master or mistress of teasing. I stood up knowing my hard cock was bulging through my jeans. She looked directly at it and then at me and said, “I’ll have a big one please!” She laughed as I walked off awkwardly as usual.

Just before 2pm Alison just out of her seat making her short skirt flap up in front of me, blue stocking tops in full view. “I got a meeting until half past. Get the teas in for when I get back luv!” Just before half two I went for the teas and caught site of the woman in blue walking towards the stairs back to our office. As I climbed the steps I looked upwards and almost dropped the teas. I saw directly up Alison’s short skirt. I saw her stocking tops, thighs and her bare cheeks and plump, smooth, naked pussy lips. She wasn’t wearing any knickers.

My cock once again stiffened immediately and I saw Alison turn her head, look down and saw me looking up. A broad smile on her lips. At the top she stopped and waited for me, giving me a prolonged view of her in her naked glory. I was amazed I made it to the top of the stairs as it felt like all the blood in my body had either flowed to my face or cock. “Is that mine? Thanks!” She said taking one of the cups. “You ok? You look a little flushed! It is a shame you’re not coming, out later!” We walked back to our desks and I tucked myself under the desk as my cock continued to throb harder and harder. Fuck this woman has no boundaries I thought as her stocking tops were on view again and nipples poked almost painfully through her top. A minute to four Alison turned off her PC and turned to me. “Right I’m off to have some fun! Have a nice evening and weekend and I’ll see you Monday! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!” She left me thinking that what she wouldn’t do would be a very short list.

I got home around 5pm and wanked for an hour thinking about Alison, her stockings and her naked pussy and bum. I came hard squirting a huge load over a picture on my PC of a woman in electric blue stockings. Just before 12 o clock I was about to switch bakırköy escort off my computer and go to bed when I got a friend request on Facebook from Alison Wood. I accepted and waited to see if there was a message. It didn’t take long for one to come through.

“Hi Mark! You missed a good night!”

“Hi Alison! Glad you had fun!”

“God I’m so pissed! What you been doing all night? Being boring or keeping busy?”

“Keeping busy doing stuff!”

“I bet! Bet you been thinking about my little secret! Lol!”

Fuck. Did she know I’d seen her? I grabbed my cock which was getting hard again.

“I know your BIG secret Mark! I bet it’s big right now! Did you like what you saw? I did BIG style!”

Christ! She knew. She even knew what I was doing now. I pumped harder.

“You’re drunk Alison! Time for bed!”

“Bore! Sweet dreams then! Dream of me while you’re doing it! Nite!”

I went to bed and knocked out another two before falling asleep thinking of Alison’s beautiful bum and pussy.

On Monday morning I found Alison at her desk before me which was a first. I passed her my tea and said, “Morning! You’re early! Anything wrong?”

She looked up at me and said, “Thanks! No, my stupid boyfriend finished with me on Friday night that’s all.” I didn’t know what to say or do so I just placed my hand on her shoulder and smiled at her. I sat down wondering if she was wearing knickers, like a twat, giving myself a hard on. “He thinks I’m fucking someone at work! He’s a cunt!” I was shocked by her words but knew why her boyfriend would think it. She took a sip of tea and said, “I can’t remember anything about Friday I was so pissed! He was gone with his stuff when I woke up! Cock! So how was your weekend?” I couldn’t believe she couldn’t remember our chat. I just smile and shrugged my shoulders.

The day went on quietly until at 3pm Alison said, “fancy a brew? We need to talk!” I felt the blood drain from my face and a cold sweat form on my forehead. We bought the teas in silence and walked upstairs but instead of going back to our desks Alison lead me to a quiet room in the office. We sat down and she crossed her legs slowly giving me a long view of her black stocking tops. She smiled at me and said, “It came back to me. Our conversation on Friday night. You saw my little secret and I saw your big one! I never wear them! I’m not wearing them now! See!” She uncrossed her legs, spread them making her short dress raise up and gave me a full view of her naked pussy. My cock got hard instantly. “Mmmmmm! Your big secrets out again! She reached over to me and ran her hand along the length of my cock. “Very big secret!”

Without any conceivable reason in my head my hand shot forward and up her dress. Two fingers penetrated her lips and she sighed out loudly. “Fuck! That’s good! Make me cum Mark!” I fingered Alison’s cunt hard for about a minute before she groaned loudly and I felt her warm sticky juices cover my hand. As I pulled my hand from between her thighs she grab it and sucked her juices from my fingers. Once they were thoroughly clean she said, “Thank you for that! I needed it! I love the taste of my own juices especially on cock! I’ll let you taste me next time.”

Just before we packed up for the day, Mrs Rita Jones, Alison’s boss came out of her office and approached us. She was an attractive woman of about fifty. Always dressed immaculately, always in nylons and heels, always dressed to show off her amazing massive breasts. “Alison, Mark I’ve just been told we require an audit soon so I need you two to work late tomorrow night, overtime obviously, to get the paperwork in order. A couple of hours should be sufficient.” Without waiting for an answer she turned on her heels and went back in to her office and closed the door. We both looked at each other shrugging our shoulders.

Just before 6pm the next day the office was completely empty except for Alison and myself. I made us both tea and went in to Mrs Jones’s office. Alison had started printing out a ton of paperwork that I had to sort out. For the next fifteen minutes I sat with my back to Alison sorting out what she was printing but when I heard her stop tapping the keyboard I turned to see what she was doing and it wasn’t auditing. Her dress was pulled up to her waist, each leg draped over the arms rests and she was rubbing her clit with on hand and fingering her pussy with the other, a broad dirty smile across her face. “Paperwork is boring and I wanted you taste me but first get it out and let me see you stroking it! I love to watch a man pulling his own dick especially when it’s over me!”

I undid my belt, unzipped my trousers and let them drop to the floor then pulled my hard cock from my shorts. “Fuckin hell Mark, it’s fuckin huge! Stroke it for me!” I grabbed my thick shaft and pulled back my foreskin exposing my large bulbous head. My long strokes some made bubbles of precum start to ooze from my tips and Alison stopped beşiktaş escort me in my tracks. “Whoa Mark don’t you cum yet! Go down on my and eat my pussy now!”

I released the grip on my cock and knelt down in front of Alison, moved my head between her stockinged thighs and kissed her plump, wet lips then used my tongue to open her and pushed deep inside her making her gasp out loudly. “Fuck yes that’s it! Lick me deep and make me cum babe!” For the next ten minutes I licked her deeply, sucking her hard clit and making her cum twice as she placed her legs over my shoulders and pulling me towards as she came.

“Enough now Mark! Get that big cock in me and fuck my brains out! Don’t jizz in me though! I’ll swallow that load!” I stood up as she draped her legs over the arm rests again and grabbed my cock. I rubbed it up and down her juicy lips making her sigh then thrust my hips forward and sliding my full length inside her until my heavy hanging balls slapped against her arse. She moaned loudly as I got my rhythm and then I fucked her hard for twenty minutes making her cum over and over.

As I fucked she constantly moaned “Oh god” and when she came it changed to “yes, Yes, YES!” But now it was my turn. “Alison you ready for this! I’m cumming!” I pulled my cock from her soaking wet pussy and I don’t know if she wasn’t expecting my to cum so quickly or my aim was off but my first jet of thick white cum missed her open mouth and landed new the back of arm of the chair. She quickly adjusted herself and my next five cum blasted hit their open target and she greedily swallowed my seed. She cleaned me with her tongue and we dressed. “That’s enough for one nights work! I’m fucked, literally!” She said and left the office going our separate ways.

When I got in to work the next morning I was surprised to see a cup of tea on Alison’s desk and her PC on but no sign of her. I switched on my PC and removed my teabag and started working. Ten minutes later I heard Mrs Jones’s office door open and close and a flushed Alison sat at her desk and took a deep gulp of her tea. “Shit! She’s just given me a right fucking! She expected us to have done everything last night! I told her the PC and printer went down! Not you obviously!” She laughed then continued. “She wants us to stay behind tonight to get it finished off and she’s stopping to make sure we don’t get off too early! At least it’s more overtime!”

At 5.45pm Mrs Jones called us both into the office and made us stand in front of her as she sat in the seat we fucked in the night before. “When I came in this morning I expected everything ready for the audit and less than half was completed! I couldn’t believe you didn’t get it finished and I was so angry as to why you hadn’t finished such a simple task. It was when I sat down in my chair I found out why. I put my hand on the arm rest and there was something wet and sticky all over it. When I smelt it, tasted it I realised what it was and what you’d been up to and it wasn’t auditing. Alison confirmed it this morning.”

Her face was like thunder and I thought we were going to get the sack but her whole attitude changed in an instant. “I’ve had all day to think about it and I’ve got more intrigued about it. It must be big and powerful to have create such an amount and to have reached so far and I want to see it now Mark! Get your fucking cock and balls out for me! Prove Alison right to me!” I stood there in silence, completely frozen not knowing what to do. The almost trance like I did as it was told and my semi stiff cock bobbed up and down in front of the two women.

“Jesus Alison you weren’t wrong! It’s fucking massive!” Mrs Jones said as she walked around her desk and took me in her hand. She rubbed it hard until I was fully erect and crouched down in front of me. I looked down as she opened her mouth and I felt her warm tongue wrap it’s around my tip before she started sucking me hard. Without being big headed, I am big-headed and thick shafted and long, yet I watched Rita Jones swallow my cock like a sword swallower and she didn’t stop until she reached the hilt and my heavy ball sack smacked against her chin. I turned to Alison who was naked except for a thick black suspender belt, grey stockings and black heels. She was finger fucking her cunt and seemed close to cumming.

I looked back at Rita as I felt her slowly remove my cock from her throat. She smiled at me, tears running down her face, saliva bubbles round her mouth and along the length of my veiny shaft. “God I love gagging on an oversized cock! Now Alison it’s time for your pleasure. Come here!” Alison moved over to Rita as she undid her dress and let it fall to the floor then stepped out of it to embraced Alison. She was wearing a lace black corset which had a half cup allowing her huge tits to bulge out. Her dark brown nipples were erect and pointed out of the bra almost an inch. Her dark tan stockings were held up by four straps over each thigh.

It beylikdüzü escort wasn’t until they slightly stepped away from the embrace that I noticed it. Long, thick protruding from Rita naked, smooth cunt. Her fake cock was almost as big as mine but smooth. Rita stepped out of her heels so she was the same height as Alison and as they embraced slipped her fake cock in to Alison’s pussy to a loud gasp. “Tug your dick Mark while I’m fucking Alison’s cunt!” Said Rita to my surprise at her vulgarity. My hand slid up and down my wet cock as she fucked her stood in front of me. Then Rita’s hands grabbed Alison’s arse and she opened her cheeks showing me her tight pink rose.

“Here Mark, she has other hole that needs filling! Come, fuck her arse!” I positioned myself behind Alison and rubbed the tip of my cock against her tight hole as she moaned with pleasure at the thought of her double fucking. I pushed upwards and found resistance so I rubbed more, exciting her and as she relaxed my large head penetrated her tight rose. “Fuck!” She screamed as I opened her up and forced myself deeper inside. Soon we were in rhythm and as we pushed deep inside I could feel the other cock pressing against mine. As we both abused Alison’s holes for the next fifteen minutes she had a series of massive orgasms, the last of which helped me to climax which I made sure they both knew about.

“That’s it Mark. Empty your huge load deep in to Alison’s greedy arse. Fill her with your dirty, hot spunk!” I felt my balls tighten and grabbed Alison’s arse to ensure my cock was buried as deep as possible inside her before I exploded. Each blast felt enormous and Alison screamed as I pumped my seed deep inside her arse. Even Rita was crying out “YES” as I came and I suspected she did too. Eventually I stopped and slowly pulled myself free from Alison and her greedy little arse closed keeping its dirty load tightly inside for now. Rita too slipped out of Alison but she wasn’t finished yet and she grabbed my semi erect dripping cock and began to stroke me hard.

She cleared the desk and laid upon it, spreading her legs wide and removing the fake cock from her juicy, puffy cunt. Having succeeded in getting me hard again Rita said, “Now fill me with your enormous cock, fuck me hard and leave your load in me too!” I placed my hard cock against her plump red lips and rubbed up and down until, like the sea, they parted for me and I slid my length in to the hilt. Something told me Rita wasn’t interested in a long, slow meaningful fuck. She wanted it hard and fast. She wanted to be stretched and filled to the brim.

As I pounded away at Rita she looked at me with the dirtiest smile on her face as though being fucked like a slut was really all she wanted but actually there was more. “Alison come her I want to eat your cream pie!” She made a slight adjustment so her head was hanging over the end of the desk and Alison walked around to her. With her back towards me, she pushed her sexy arse in to Rita’s face and then holding her cheeks pulled them apart. As I continued to fuck Rita I watched as my cum started to trickle from Alison’s open arse and drip in to Rita’s open mouth. I had cum a lot judging by the amount Rita was swallowing but as she began to rim Alison clean it all got too much for me and I pumped another huge load in to Rita’s all-consuming cunt, leaving feeling a very satisfied slut.

Things in the office stayed normal even after our session with Rita Jones. Alison still teased me with her sexy stockings and lack of knickers and if we got some quiet time she would oblige me with a good hard hand job or a deep throat blow job to completion. We both suspected Rita knew of our office pleasures but turned both a blind eye to it and never requested a repeat performance of our overtime antics. Then one day she invited both of us in to her office as she had something important to tell us.

“I’ve been promoted to Area Manager so I will be leaving the office for the open road. It’s been something that I’ve been waiting for a long time.” Alison and I both looked at each other then back at Rita and simultaneously said, “Congratulations Rita!” She smiled back at me and for some inexplicable reason I felt me cock twitch in my pants and stiffen slightly. “There more news too. Good I hope. They’ve taken on board my views and Alison is being promoted in to my role and Mark you in to Alison’s and you can recruit to backfill Mark’s position.”

At the news I felt my cock stiffen even more and was sure it was now visible to both women. Rita then went on to explain that she and Alison would have to go down to Southampton next week to meet the other Area Managers at the quarterly conference. It would be an overnight stop. However Rita wanted me to come a long separately so we could have a bit of a trip to say thanks and goodbye. It would be classed as overtime obviously.

As we left Rita’s office Alison came over to me and subtly squeezed my cock and said, “is there anything you don’t get a hard on over? Mmmmmm!! We just got promoted Mark! Let’s fuck!” We when to the usual spot, the disabled toilet that anyone disabled couldn’t get to and I bent Alison over the sink and banged the crap out of her for 20 minutes before emptying me load in her open mouth. She wanted more but I said she’d have to wait until Southampton.

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*****

I got the first note on thanksgiving weekend in my locker. I had just been dumped by this guy (on my 18th birthday no less!) and was planning on spending the next four days drowning in cookies and cream ice cream, until I noticed a little folded up note, with origami roses scattered around. The note read “You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever laid eyes on”.

At first I got angry, I thought it was Justin, my ex. So I slammed my locker shut and went along with my plans to drown my pain in frozen dairy products.

The next note came a few weeks later, just before Christmas. More origami roses ensued. This time I confronted the suspect about it.

Justin claimed he knew nothing about it. I didn’t believe him, of course. But it wasn’t until Justin got a new girlfriend I got 2 more notes, each note more beautiful and poetic than the last, I decided Justin didn’t have the poetic capability to do that.

So I set about looking for other suspects. Boys who showed an interest in origami and poetry. But no one that I knew fit the bill. I decided to not look the compliment horse in the mouth.

Not saying that I’m fishing for compliments, but as an average looking girl they didn’t happen a lot.

Long straight brown hair and brown eyes. Completely average. I don’t have remarkable breasts, they’re perkier than most, and my ass is just a standard white girl ass. Flat, basically.

It was probably the tenth note that read “I want to kiss every inch of your beautiful, naked body.”

This is was far more sexual than anything else. Most were along the lines of “I love that sparkle in your eyes” or “Your hair is like a waterfall of gold” something nice like that.

I felt a little twinge between my legs as I read that note. It was mid January and my dry spell was reaching the two month mark. Not saying I need sex or anything, but with Justin it happened frequently, and this wasn’t normal for me.

That night I imagined my secret admirer lovingly caressing my nipples in his mouth and his fingers.

The notes increased to an almost daily occurrence. They took a turn for the sexual, like “Ive touched myself and thought of you” or “I love watching your breasts in those tight tops”. While most girls would be creeped out, I wasn’t. It was almost sweet in a nice way. As my nightly masturbating now included this stranger, I was looking forward to when he would come out. On valentines day, I almost expected him to show himself. But instead I found a brand new bottle of warming massage oil, the usual roses scattered around and the note asked for me to use it on myself. I blushed at first before slamming my locker on it. At the end of the week I brought that home and poured it over my tits.

At first, it was cold and my nipples became hard but as I gently massaged the oil onto my tits it warmed to an extremely pleasant sensation and before I knew it I was moaning and rubbing my clit, cumming over my oily fingers.

I got a note every single day for a month, and each one dampened my panties.

Finally, on the 1st of May, my secret admirer asked me to meet them at hotel near my house at exactly seven oclock. They gave me a room number to be at. Next to the note was a bright red bra and some lace panties. The risk of fucking a random stranger sent warmth down to my pussy. So I went home and shaved well, my legs and in between them.

I carefully contemplated what to wear. Go sexy? I slipped bakırköy escort the red lace panties on, they instantly became soaked from my pussy. I put on the red bra too. It cupped my breasts perfectly. I decided to put on a black mini skirt and a tank top.

I told both my parents I would be spending the night at a friends and they didn’t ask questions.

The drive to the hotel was torturous for me. The wetness in between my legs demanded attention but I knew it would soon be taken care of. I hoped, at least.

I strutted past the hotel lobby and found the hotel room. I knocked.

A boy answered the door.

I recognized him from school, he had graduated a few years before, and now he worked as an aide for the teachers. He was probably 20. Being with a man older than me like that, though I was technically an adult as well, being 18. He was actually quite attractive. I felt relief flood through me. He had curly blonde blonde hair and stunning green eyes. A little muscular but not overly.

“Hi.” He smiled at me. “You actually showed up.”

I nodded and returned his smile. “Yeah. Of course.”

He held the door wider and invited me in. The origami roses I had grown to love so much were scattered around the room, in various sizes.

“How do you like it?” He shut the door behind me.

“It’s wonderful.” I took off my jacket and set it on a chair.

“You look wonderful.” He chuckled.

I really wanted to cut the foreplay. The lace was not doing the best job of holding my arousal.

I brushed the miniskirt and readjusted my tank top. “Thank you.”

He approached me slowly. “Are you wearing the gifts I got you?”

I nodded.

He took my hand and kissed it. “I bet they look beautiful on you.”

I took the opportunity and tried to further the small talk. “Would you like to see them?”

He smiled. “Darling I would love to but I would love to take this slowly. I have the room for the entire night.”

I smiled in anticipation. I touched his shoulder and pulled him closer. He was much taller than me, so I stood on my toes and kissed him.

His lips were firm at first, reluctant. But as my tongue probed into his mouth he loosed and his hand found my back.

When we broke away from one another he was breathless. “I can’t believe you’re here.”

I smiled. “How could I not be? No ones ever been so sweet to me before.”

He picked me up suddenly, causing me to shriek in delight and surprise and he set me down on the bed carefully. “I want to treat you like a princess. You deserve it.”

I giggled in glee. “You’re so sweet. Why didn’t you talk to me before?”

“How could I get your attention otherwise? I needed something beautiful just like you to get your attention.” He pressed his lips to my neck for a moment.

“Did you fold all these roses?”

He nodded and kissed my neck again. It was like a hotline to my pussy and it got even wetter than before.

I guided his hand to my thigh and whispered, “I guess you’ve got some pretty talented fingers.”

He smiled and we kissed once again. His hand slid further up my leg and into my skirt. “Is this okay?”

I nodded and moaned as his fingers rubbed the wet spot lightly.

“Do you really like this?”

I pulled him closer and started kissing his neck and sucking on it. “It’s amazing. You can’t imagine how many times I’ve imagined this.”

“Really?” He pulled back and removed this hand.

I nodded. beşiktaş escort “That massage oil feels amazing on my clit.”

He smiled and turned bright red.

“Do you wanna see your other gifts on me now?”

He nodded eagerly.

I sat up and stripped off my shirt slowly. Then I stood up and unzipped my skirt, letting it fall around my ankles. When I turned back around, his cock was standing at attention inside of his pants.

“You’re very beautiful.” He told me.

I laid back down on the bed and kissed him, pulling his shirt above his head. I ran my hand over his bare chest and kept kissing him. My hand found his cock through his pants and started rubbing it. I reached for the button and undid it.

I pressed my lips to his chest and worked my way down, sprinkling his torso with kisses. When I got to the top of his pants I paused, kissing it harder and licking it. I bit the top of his pants and pulled them down with my teeth. I was enjoying thoroughly how hard this made him and hearing him moan when I wasn’t even really touching him yet.

I hooked my thumbs into his boxers and pulled them down. I saw his cock twitch as blood filled it.

I started by licking the head of his cock. He let out the biggest moan when I flicked my tongue over the tip.

“That feels so good holy fuck.” He ran a hand through my hair.

I smiled. “Have you ever gotten a blowjob before?”

He shook his head.

I chuckled and decided to bring my a-game. I kissed the swollen tip slowly and ran my tongue up and down. I stuck it in my mouth and sucked gently. One hand slid and massaged his nuts gently. Giving blowjobs was never my favorite but hearing him moan made me smile.

He wasn’t long, but he was hung like a soda can. I could hardly open my mouth wide enough to fit it.

So instead I attacked his nuts with my tongue and mouth. I sucked on each one, rubbing my tongue on them while I wrapped my fingers around his shaft and pumped up and down. His moans got louder as I jerked him off faster.

“Fuck, fuck that feels so good.” He ran a hand through my hair.

I went back to suck on his cock, fitting as much of it in as I can.

“Stop I’m gonna cum.” He tugged on my hair lightly.

I pulled his cock out of my mouth. Then crawled on top of him so the wet patch between my legs was directly over his cock. I grinded on him slowly, the red lace scratching his member softly.

“That feels so good don’t stop.” He placed his hands on my hips and helped as I rode him.

“If you’ve never had a blowjob is it safe to assume your still a virgin?” I asked.

He nodded again.

“Do you have anything?” I asked. I was on the pill but it never hurts to double wrap.

His eyes widened in realization. “Yeah I do. But one thing first.”

I was confused until he pulled me up so I was sitting on his face. He pulled my red panties off and then adjusted so my pussy was directly above his face and began eating me out.

At first he was clumsy. He just licked the hole. But eventually, he found my clit and started sucking on it and rubbing his tongue on it. He stuck a finger in, while his tongue lapped slowly at my clitoris.

I started grinding my pussy back and forth on his tongue, quivering from pleasure as he added another finger, when I started to cum for the first time.

“Does that mean it was good?” He asked from below.

I nodded, breathless.

“Mind if I keep going?” He asked.

I beylikdüzü escort smiled. “Oh baby please keep going.”

He flatted his tongue and licked my button slowly. It drove me crazy. A third finger was added to the mix, stretching my pussy to its limit. He curved his middle finger in, hitting my g spot while he thrust the other two in and out. I was screaming in pleasure. Then he sharpened his tongue and jabbed at my little pearl, gently. With the hand that wasn’t fucking me, he undid my bra and cupped a breast, pinching the nipple.

I reached a hand back to jerk him back to try and repay him but eventually the pleasure was so much I couldn’t concentrate on anything else but his tongue and fingers fucking me. His hot, wet tongue rolled over my clit and sucked on my labia. He took the three fingers out and stuck his tongue in. I hit orgasms 2 and 3 while I rode his face.

Eventually he stopped. I wanted to ask him for more but I knew what would come next.

He rolled me onto my back while he reached for a condom. He rolled it onto his thick member.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

He asked with a small smile.

I nodded eagerly and spread my legs for him. He mounted me and positioned his erect cock at the opening of my exhausted pussy.

“I feel find of bad about deflowering you.” I said as I spread my legs even wider.

He smiled and rubbed the latex head against my dripping pussy. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

I pushed myself up and kissed him, biting his lip. “What’re you waiting for then?”

He slid his dick inside of me, stretching out my tight cunt like never before. I gripped the blanket beneath me and arched my back as he went fully inside me.

I let out shuddering breaths as he pulled out and thrust inside again.

I clenched my pussy around him as he started thrusting in and out faster.

I pulled him closer to me so I could kiss his neck and bite him as he let out moans of pleasure.

“How do you like my pussy baby?” I asked him as I clawed his back. His cock filled me, I could feel it throbbing each time it went inside of me.

He kissed me. “Its so good. Do you like my cock?”

I nodded. “It’s so amazing.”

“Do you want to change positions?” He asked, pulling his cock out of me.

I pressed my tits to his chest and whispered “Tell me how you want me.”

He swallowed hard, throbbing cock in his hand. “Could you get on your hands and knees for me?”

I smiled and obliged. I spread my asscheeks for him, revealing my tight asshole, and rubbed my clit.

He slid his cock inside of me against and I pushed back against it. He thrusted in and out faster, ravaging my pussy.

I decided to go out on a limb. “Please spank me.”

I felt his hand on my ass. I thought he wasn’t going to do it. But eventually he lifted his hand it came down hard on my cheek.

I moaned and pushed my ass further against his cock. “Again. Please.”

He switched sides, hitting me again. Each of my cheeks stung as he smacked them.

He began thrusting in a steady rhythm, pumping his cock in and out me. I felt another orgasm arise within me and in him too.

“I’m about to cum.” He moaned. His clumsy fingers found his way to my breast and squeezed hard as his cock jerked and became cumming.

I gripped the bed sheet and started joining him in orgasm.

He withdrew his member from me and unrolled the condom, tossing it into a trash can nearby. I pulled the bed cover up and crawled underneath. He joined me, his cock resting on my thigh.

I laughed as I wrapped my arms around him breathlessly.

“I don’t even know your name.” I told him.

He kissed me. “I’m Nicholas.”

I returned his affection.

“Should do this again sometime.”

He agreed.

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It had been a very long two weeks since her lover had left. She knew he was expected home on or about the 15 of Dec.

She had spent a quiet day with herself, hoping he was back, but still she hadn’t heard anything, and the silence of the telephone was unnerving. So instead of wondering and worrying any longer she drew herself a bath. Filled with honey, herbs, and oils to rest her tied, although very horny body.

She paints her nails will the water cools enough to enter into her dream world, where her thoughts immediately take her back to him. She slides down into the bubbles and oils that come right up to her neck. A candle the single light source, casting shadows and images of their undying love sends her off to their world, their times.

She starts to feel the oil wrap around her body, and while shaving her legs she drops the razor. Her hands move between moist thighs, and she fingers and plays with her clit, getting slightly aroused her other hand now moves to her pert breasts, she longs for it to be him.

She imagines him, they sit cross legged enveloped in each other. His halkalı escort tongues licks at her neck as his hands squeeze her breasts. His tongue proceeds to lick her breast bone, finally reaching her nipples, he nibbles and bites them lightly. Sensing her arousal he rubs her thighs, his hands move round to cup her tight ass. She is now kissing him hard and she feel his cock rigid against her thigh, she asks him to sit on the edge of the bath. He complies and she tickles his balls with her nails, while licking the head of his swollen prick. His magnificent hands rub her back and reach her ass he plays with her hole and the other hand teases her swollen clit. They are breathing in unison, when she moves to pull the plug from the bath, they stand together his cock now snuggled into the crack in her ass. He pulls the shower curtain, and she turn the water on. The stand together under a cascade of hot water increases their desire to be as one again. He turns her around to face him and kisses her hard, she tugs hard at his manhood, taksim escort whispering how much she wants him, desires, needs, and wants his sex right now. She turns pushes herself against the wall as he plunges his raging cock into her waiting pussy, one finger still playing with her other hole. He pumps and pumps and together they collapse sitting under the stream of water which washes around the load he has just given her, and she to him.

She steps out of the tub, after having imagined her beloved sending her to orgasmic heaven, she realizes how powerful his essence and their love is. Closing her eyes to blink a remaining bit of shampoo from them she is startled to feel a towel around her, and a familiar pair of hands around her waist. “Ah you naughty girl, not waiting for my return”, come let me dry you off. As he wipes her body she begins to become aroused again. He kisses her hard and then lifts her into his arms placing her naked body on the bed in front of the fireplace. She looks longingly into his smoldering eyes and smiles. “Now my love stay şişli escort perfectly still, I’m going to have to lick you all over and taste your sex”. She feels the nib between her legs beginning to swell, and her juices are flowing already. His fingers trace the contours of her breasts, while he starts to kiss her ears, licking her neck, and then he dives for his honey pots. At first being gentle with licks and laps her hips begin to grind into his mouth, she fucks it with all the missed passion of the last weeks. He shifts his semi erect cock so that its directly within her lips and wanton mouth. They spend the time in sensual indulgence of each others taste and sex.

He then lifts her up and around to where she is in their favorite position, doggy style. His hands hold her hips tight, and steadies her for his rock hard cock. She now begs him, pleading, “give it to me Jer”, I want it now I have been dreaming, desiring, and dying to be one again, “Fuck me hard, fuck me fast, I want to feel your cock up to the back of my throat”.

His cock rocks her plunging into her soaked hole which is twitching in all her horniness. They rock in rhythm grunting, panting, until she is cuming while his load shoots the hot creamy CUM she feels. They collapse into each other arms. He catches his breath, and then asks “Did you miss me Max”? “Oh and how, now lets get under the covers and do it again” ” I love you, and oh how lost without our lust”

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***All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real life persons is purely coincidental.

I had enough travel for one life time. I spent the last week and a half traveling from all over the country between a dozen different flights, and five long, cramped bus rides, just to meet with five different clients to settle their accounts. If I had more time, I could’ve planned some more direct flights, but in the short time I had in the busy travel season, I had to make do.

The worst part was I also had to make do with the horrible hotels I had to stay in. Usually I found myself sleeping in something a little more upscale, or at least decent. The last three hotels I had to stay in were every serial killer’s dream come true. If I had a good night’s sleep during this trip I wouldn’t have been so miserable, at least I could’ve tolerated some of it. But how could I when you can barely sleep because the people next door were screaming about how they hate each other, with their kids crying in the bathroom.

So it was kind of a relief when I got to my hotel here in Jacksonville. It looked decent enough; the parking lot was clean, the sign had no missing letters, well dressed people coming in and out of the front doors, and it looked to have a nice bar and restaurant. The only problem, my room wasn’t ready. I was, of course, upset, but the front desk agent offered to let me drink for free in the bar while I waited the hour until they got my room ready.

I felt like my luck was getting better when I got a cute bartender to serve me. She was a cute young thing with blonde hair tied back in a ponytail and a nice body. But I noticed the engagement ring on her hand so I only gave her the mild friendly flirting I do with women that I know are taken. But it was still ok, because she knew all her drinks and I was impressed with her mixing skills and how fast she worked to get her customers their drinks.

“Very impressive,” a voice said out of nowhere.

I looked to my right and saw a very beautiful brunette woman sitting down next to me. She wore a navy-blue suit dress, with a white blouse. The outfit hugged her curves in just the right way, and the hemline of her skirt stopping just above the knees.

“Oh, yes,” I replied with just a bit of trepidation. Her beauty took me by surprise but I quickly composed myself. “She is very skilled at her job; she must make a lot of tips.”

“Yes, there’s that,” the woman replied. “But I was talking about how hot she is.”

“That too,” I replied and we both had a small laugh.

“Do you mind if I sit here? Or are you waiting for someone?” she asked.

“No, I’m by myself. I’m waiting for them to be ready with my room and they said I can drink here on the house while I’m waiting. What about you?”

“I’m just here waiting for a client who is coming into town and insisted I meet him here. And of course, he’s late, just like every time he comes here.”

“They love making you wait,” I said jokingly. “They think its some kind of power move.”

“That’s so true.”

“I’m Jim, by the way,” I said and reached out my right hand.

“I’m Bethany,” she replied as she shook my hand.

The cute bartender came by to take her drink order. I convinced her that Bethany was with me so she could also get herself free drinks and she believed it. Bethany didn’t hesitate to play along; she was probably the type that is used to getting free drinks, but she was probably having fun playing along as well. We watched the bartender creating the mixed drinks we ordered, using both her hands in a very impressive way. I swear, the woman could also be a magician if she wanted to. She brought us our drinks and told us to let her know if we needed anything else to let her know. The drinks may be free but I was definitely going to give her a nice big tip.

“Damn, what I wouldn’t do to get her alone with me for a few hours in one of these hotel rooms,” Bethany said before she began sipping her drink.

I remembered her comment when she bakırköy escort first sat down next to me, and now that statement made me think she a lesbian, which kind of disappointed me.

“My ex-boyfriend definitely would’ve gone after her, right in front me too. He was like that.”

And that comment got my hopes up again now that I know she was also interested in men.

We talked a little while, getting to know each other. Shew as vague about her work, something with customer service that’s all I was able to gather. We got one more drink together before the man from the front desk found me and told me my room was ready and they took my luggage there. He gave me my room card and walked away.

“I guess I should get to my room now,” I told Bethany and finished up my drink.

“What room are you in?” Bethany asked.

“Room 330.”

“Give me 15 minutes and I’ll be right up,” she said with a big smile.

“Ok,” I said. “Sounds good.”

I walked away, doing my best not to let my excitement show. When I got into the elevator and found myself alone, I went a little crazy, yelling “Yes, Yes, Yes,” and a fake punching the air in excitement. I was in my mid thirties and I was acting like a teenager about to get laid for the first time. When I got to the third and I took control of my excitement before the elevator doors opened, just in time for the couple that walked in to the elevator as I got out, didn’t see how childish I was acting.

I entered my room and was impressed with the nice set up I was given. The company I worked for never gave me something this good before, but I’m sure they must’ve found a way to get a good deal this time. I got myself ready with some cologne and a drink from the mini bar, and got a small champagne bottle ready with two glasses. I realized I needed ice and quickly took the ice bucket to the ice dispenser down the hall and brought it back to chill the champagne. The drinks were going to cost me later when I leave the hotel in two days but I felt it was worth it.

I had the chance to relax for a good five minutes before I head the door knocked. I looked int the peephole and saw Bethany standing there. I opened the door and greeted her as I let her in. I took her to the mini bar where I had the champagne and glasses read. I opened up the champagne and poured it in both our glasses and passed her glass to her. We clinked our glasses together, said cheers and began drinking.

“By the way, I just remembered, what about that client you were waiting for?” I asked her.

“Oh, he texted me earlier, he had to cancel because of plane troubles. But he’ll be here tomorrow, and this time he’ll be bringing he wife with him.”

“Oh, that’s nice of him bringing her along.”

“It’s always a lot of fun when they do,” she said with a big smile.

“You get a lot of clients who bring their wives along?”

“Not a lot, but I’ve had it happen enough times,” she said as she took a big gulp of her champagne. “Sometimes it’s just me and the wife while the husband just sits back and enjoys us having fun.”

“Really?” I said. “Then when do you get the work done?”

“At the same time silly,” she said. “While we’re having sex.”

“Wait! What?”

I was in a bit of shock from that statement. It took a moment for me to register what was happening. I was trying to make excuses in my mind that I wasn’t in a situation that I thought I was in, but at the same time everything else that she was talking about before suddenly made sense.

“Wait, you do know that I’m an escort, right?” she asked.

“No, I did not. Not until now that is.”

She had a big laugh at that, she said she never been in a situation like this. I replied that neither had I. When she finished laughing, she finished up her drink and poured herself some more of the champagne.

“So now that you know, how do you feel about it?” she asked.

“I don’t know, I never met a hooker before.”

“I’m an escort sweetie,” she stated firmly. beşiktaş escort “I may do the same kind of job, but I’m much more upscale then some street walker.”

“I’m sorry,” I said.

“It’s ok, I get that a lot. And I’m sorry, I thought you knew who I was and what I was talking about. But now that the cat is out of the bag, where do you want to go from here?”

“You mean, do I want to pay you to spend the night with me?”

“Yes, it is what you were hoping for anyway. And by the way, if you want the whole night, that does cost extra.”

She broke down her rates for me, she was definitely upscale. There was no way I could afford what she was asking for. And I know she wasn’t lying about her rates, from what I can tell from her jewelry, expensive outfit she was wreaking, and let’s not forget the overpriced high heels she was wearing (the same ones that my rich ex-girlfriend used to enjoy wearing) she was definitely making the money she was asking for.

“I’m sorry,” I began to tell her. “I make good money, but that’s a lot of money to spend on one hooker. Sorry, I mean escort. And even if I could spare it, I don’t have that much in cash on me right now.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she said and pulled out a business card form her purse. “This is the information for the service I work for. If you’re ever in town again and you could afford me, just call and ask for me personally.”

I took her card and she began to walk towards the door.

“Wait,” I called out to her and she stopped. I do have a three hundred dollars in cash in my luggage. Does that get me anything?”

She giggled a little at that.

“I’m sorry, Jim. You’re a nice guy, and I’m sure we would have fun together. And part of me wishes I could do something for you. But I don’t fuck for free unless I’m involved with the person, and for that money you’re offering, the best I could do is to let you see my tits and feel them, that’s all.”

“As much as I’d love to see your tits, I don’t think I can do that. I can go to a strip club, and see a lot of naked women and get a couple of lap dances for that money.”

“If you do go to a strip club, I suggest the one on 31st street. Very classy place and plenty of beautiful women that give great lap dances. I used to strip there, now I go there myself for a lap dance on occasion.”

“Thanks for the advice,” I told her.

She opened the door and right before she stepped out, she took a long pause, before looking right at me.

“Ok,” she said and closed the door. “For that money, I’ll give you a blowjob.”

“Really?” I asked. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, but for the record, that’s all I’m going to do, so don’t try to guilt trip me into giving you something more.”

“Yes, no problem,” I told her.

“And I hope you appreciate the fact that I’m giving you a big discount for a blowjob. I haven’t been paid that cheaply for a blowjob since I worked at that club, I told you about.”

“Yes, I really appreciate it. Thank you.”

I got the money out of my luggage and gave it to her which she put in her purse. She asked me where I would like to do this and I suggested with me standing and her on her knees. I always enjoyed seeing women on their knees when getting a blowjob; I don’t know why, It may be a power. Most men enjoy seeing women being subservient to them.

I leaned up against the mini bar and Bethany took her position in front of me. She took offer her suit jacket, then began to slowly unbutton her blouse, all the while smiling. Her blouse dropped to the floor and she was now in her bra.

“You want to unhook it for me?” she asked as she leaned her body against me.

I reached around her body and nervously unhooked the bra. She pulled back away from me and let the bra drop to the floor, revealing her large, C-cup tits to me. She grabbed my hands and brought them up to her tits and made me squeeze them.

“They’re real,” she said. “People always ask me that.”

I admitted that I was briefly beylikdüzü escort wondering if her tits were real or not. They looked too perfect and felt amazing. I massaged them gently, while she put her hand on my crotch. She began rubbing my dick above my pants, getting a good feel of the erection forming in my pants. When she was satisfied that I was ready, she got down on her knees and began to undo my belt and soon after my zipper. She pulled down my pants with excitement and nearly ripped my boxers trying to take them down.

“I love your cock” she said as she began stroking it. She started slow and then moved up to a faster rhythm. She then began to flick the tip of it with her tongue, teasing me with what’s about to come.

When she knew I was ready for her, she opened her lips and took it all in her mouth. Her lips were firmly sealed around the shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth. She began slowly, letting me enjoy the feeling of her moth and tongue doing its magic on my dick. A few times in between, she slips it out of her mouth to lick head with her tongue, before putting it back into her mouth again.

My hands were on her head, holding on to her dark hair as her head as her head bobbed back and forth. Now and again she would look up at me with her lustful eyes and winking at me. She began to suck my dick faster, I can feel the head hitting the back of her throat occasionally. There were moments when she held it all in her mouth, gagging on it, and then pulling it out of her mouth to get some air. Then she would do it again a few more times in a row.

I was near the edge of my climax and she apparently sensed that because she began slow down a little and eventually took it out of her mouth.

“How are you doing up there?” she said while stroking me.

“Fantastic,” was all I could say.

After a moment she took my dick back int her mouth and returned to the work that I was paying her for. Again she began slowly before pickup up the pace. She didn’t go as fast as she did before, she was a professional and knew how to make the moment last longer.

But eventually, the time finally comes when I couldn’t hold back any longer. She sensed that I was near the end and braced herself for what was about to come. My dick began to swell up in her mouth, and she pulls it right out just in time. She knew what to do and made sure my dick was aiming right at her tits as I shot out several shots of cum right on her. She was stroking me as I was cumming on her, and she squeezed out every last drop of cum I had in me before she let go.

She stood up and I got a look of what I had done. Her tits were covered in my cum. I was surprised at how much cum I had in me to shoot out, I don’t think I ever shot that much of a load before.

“That was fun,” she said.

“That was amazing,” I replied.

She walked away to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. I heard the faucet turn on; she began washing the cum off her tits while I was getting my pants back on. When she was done, she went to pick up the blouse and bra she left on the floor and put it back on her, and then picked up her purse and went for the door.

“That’s it?” I asked.

“That’s it,” she replied. “It was great, hopefully next time I get to have that dick inside my pussy.”

“I got your number; I’ll definitely be sure see you again next time in town.”

“I hope so,” she said. “Maybe next time your wife could join us.”

That statement took me by surprise, I had no idea she knew that about me.

“How did you know I was married? I took my wedding ring off.”

“I learned to tell who’s married and who isn’t,” she replied. “I have no problem with that, cheating husbands are my primary source of income.”

With that, she opened the door and walked right out.

I managed to come back around to Jacksonville again several months later, at the same hotel. I still had the number to the escort service shew worked for and this time I had more money on me. But they said she no longer worked there anymore; in fact, she had retired from the business altogether. I was disappointed, but also happy for her. As much as she seemed to enjoy her work, I felt she was a very smart woman with more talents then just using her body. So where ever she is, I wish her the best.

THE END!

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My eyes were fixed on the glass as I slowly slid my finger into my mouth and sucked it. I was almost hypnotized, I had waited, wanted this for so long, too long. My mind had played out the scenario time after time, now that it was about to happen would it live up to my wild thoughts?

I slid my finger from my lips and closed my eyes as I slowly dragged the wet tip along the edge of the desk, its cold, hardness sending a shiver through my body, don’t be late lover, please, I want this and I want it now.

I’d come ready, simple white blouse, black skirt, not fitted but a nice loose flowing one, stockings, 4 inch heels, black thong with matching bra. This was to be kept simple, no fluff or lace needed, this was about me and you and that one thing that I had wanted for so long. The door opened, my eyes stayed closed, I kept my back to you, I heard the door close, the lock did not click, I smiled.

You coughed to bring me round and I turned and blushed as if you could see my thoughts, we smiled said ‘hello’ then you sat and lent back in your chair, I sat on the edge of mine, my legs crossed, my skirt falling from my leg, I slid my hand along it and made sure it was up far enough so that you could see the top of my stocking. You shifted in your seat, I knew your cock had twitched, should I do a Sharon Stone? no this was going to be so much more than a quick show of my pussy tease.

We talked about nothing, just words, we knew each other well, we just passed the time of day, this meeting nothing more than a catch up with who was doing what and what needed to be done. Time passed, my pussy getting wetter and wetter at the thought of what I was about to do. Would you be shocked? would you leave? would you make my fantasy real, I giggled, this was not the time to giggle and you asked why.

I stood up and walked slowly around the desk, my fingers skimming over the glass as you watched and slowly moved your chair back. Sitting, my arse resting just on the very edge of the desk, I looked down at you, you smiled, a glint flashing through your eyes as your eyes fixed onto my fingers as they flicked button after button open on my blouse. As I lent forward to kiss you your hands slid up over my thighs, stopping to rub to discover that I had stockings on, then up over my arse, gently digging your fingers into the soft flesh, pulling me towards you and kissing me hard.

I pulled back, you grabbed at my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders, fumbling, almost like a first date, until it was off and in a heap in on the floor. I lifted my skirt so that my bare arse was pressed onto the cold glass as I sat, I gasped as its coldness sent shivers through me once more. I lent slowly back, lifting my legs and placing my feet on either side of your chair, my heels catching your thighs, making you close your legs, how uncomfortable are you I thought, your rock hard cock wanting release, needing room yet crushed between your legs.

I pushed my hands down and lifted up so that I could move backwards, my skirt now ruffled up, showing you my thong, the tops of my stockings digging into my thighs. Then I lifted my legs up, making you duck as I swung them round and under myself until I was knelt on your desk. My tits still cradled in my bra as I lent forward, reached out and pulled you close, my nails digging into your chest through your shirt, hearing you suck in air through your teeth. I wanted to ask how much you wanted to grab my hands and throw me back and just fuck me, but this was my game, just this once, my turn to be in charge, and you were going to beg.

I kissed you, you kissed me, you were panting, our tongues pushing past each other, deep into our mouths, exploring, tasting, a long wet kiss until I pulled my lips from bakırköy escort yours and letting my tongue slide up your face until I reached your ear then I whispered ‘get under the desk ‘. ‘Pardon ‘ you said very indignantly and I just whispered back ‘you heard me right, do it, now’.

You stood, your hard cock pushing your trousers out right in front of my face, so I leant and kissed the outline of your cock, tiny little kisses up and down the shaft, knowing full well that my hot breath was making you feel uncomfortable, knowing you wanted to slide it into my mouth, bury it deep in my throat, make me gag on your cock, as you brought your hands up about to hold my face I moved back and just smiled at you.

You sank slowly down, I could see the inquisitive look on your face as you slid under the desk, shuffling about until you were on your back, hands under your head, a grin on your face as if to say oKay what next. I looked down, my heart thumping so hard as I slowly opened my legs wide, my skirt now down forming a curtain around them, you looking up, seeing my thong covered pussy. I blew you a kiss as I moved my right hand down the waistband of my skirt and slow began to tease my fingers up and down the inside of each of my thighs.

I looked down, seeing that twinkle in your eyes as you watched my fingers, your tongue flicking over your lips, but something was wrong, I could not see enough so pulling my hand up out of my skirt I reached behind, unzipped it, lifted it up over my head and flung it to one side, much better I thought to myself, now back to my game.

Left hand sliding down, fingers brushing over my thong, pushing against it feeling how wet I was, not wet enough yet. Then my right hand, both between my legs, opening them so wide, my thong stretched over my mound, the heels of my shoes pressing little dimples into my arse cheeks. Watching you watching me, the tip of your cock glinting through the glass covered in pre cum, your fingers teasing up and slowly down.

Hooking the fingers from my left hand under my thong I pulled it to one side, showing you my pussy, my lips still together hiding that sweet wet haven that you want to see, feel, taste, fuck, I giggled as your hand moved faster up and down your cock, cum lover, cum if you must but you will have to wait for mine, its not yours to have, yet. Pressing my index finger hard against my clit I began to move my hips from side to side, circling them, moving my finger matching the rhythm.

I added my thumb and began to rub around my clit, pinching it, squeezing it, almost wanking it, I smiled looking down at you as you said ‘ yes baby wank for me’. Felling my sweet little bug grow between my fingers, I relaxed even more, my legs getting wider, almost painful, my heels now digging into me, knowing my arse would be red from their marks, not caring. Then I slapped my clit, slapped it for you, I gasped each time my fingers made contact, stinging me, making it throb, over and over again, rub then slap, slap then rub, harder, harder harderrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Then I stopped.

Sighing, letting the tingle spread from my clit, through my pussy then down my legs up through my stomach, my tits, every part of my body, all at once. I stared down at you, you had cum, I had been so lost in the waves flooding through my body I had not noticed, was I too much for you? Your cum splattered onto the glass under me, I pressed my fingers onto the glass as I moved back, bending, my arse stuck in the air as I licked the glass, lapping at it like a cat with a bowl of cream yet tasting nothing. You shifted as if to get up and out and I growled at you, telling you to stay where you were, I was not finished yet. The look on your face, lover I wish beşiktaş escort I had a camera, you looked as though you hated me as you barked back what a bitch I was and how you would make me pay later, yes yes my love, in time, but this is my time now, I answered.

Moving back so that I was once again knelt up, legs splayed wide open, I flicked my shoes off, the heels having made my cheeks sore from the metal tips rubbing over my arse, you would kiss them better, I smiled to myself, as I slid my tongue over the heel of one shoe then dragged it down my chin. Gently I slid it down my body, if this had been another day I may have teased my nipples, drawn delicate circles around one then the other, but not today.

I gasped as I pressed the length of the heel against my pussy lips, it was so cold, the round back of the shoe pressed just so that it was against my tingling clit, unable to stand it pressing harder, the stinging still pulsing through my clit. I held the shoe tight as I sank lower, the length pushing between my lips, the heel crushing my clit, the tip resting just against my tight sweet arse hole. I wanted to drink in the look on your face, you look so happy baby, is this how a good little slut should act? I have no doubt you will tell me every thought as you fuck me deep and hard for making you suffer like this.

The heel slipped so easily between my wet lips, I held my lips open with my other hand so that you could see how wet I was, sliding it up and down, just as you do with your cock, teasing me, spreading my juices from my clit to my arse hole, each time stopping, pressing the tip harder against my arse. Over and over again, coating myself and the heel in my juices, then I stopped and kneeling once more, my elbows keeping me up, I sucked on that heel. You watched as I sucked it like your cock, pushing it into my open mouth, my tongue flicking over it, licking, sucking my juices from it until it was clean. You lent up and pressed your lips against the glass, I moved the heel over them, I know you could taste me, soon, my love soon.

Throwing the shoe across the room I plunged two fingers into my pussy, thrusting them deep and hard, then out, rubbing my juices along my slit, pressing one finger against my arse, more juice, pressing harder, then in, in, letting my finger slide deep into my arse, then out, into my cunt. Faster, another finger, two in my cunt, opening them up inside me so that you can look up, look into my cunt lover, see my juices, watch them drip from me. Reading your mind, slipping them out and pressing them against my arse, watching your face, seeing you holding your breath, your eyes pushing them into me, as I sank them in. I finger fucked my arse for you, making it ready, pushing my hips down, trying to get them deeper, then out, back into my cunt. Again and again, dipping, coating, fingering, opening, rubbing, my fingers moving slow then fast until I could take no more and watching you wank your cock I came, my cunt pumping my cum from me as your cock pumped your cum from your balls once more.

Slumping on to the desk, my hand still between my legs, my pussy muscles twitching, making my legs shudder, that warm after cum glow radiating through my body, the tops of my thighs aching from being held open so wide for so long. I slowly moved and slipped off the desk, standing, looking down at you, I smiled. I lifted my cum covered hand from between my legs and held it in front of my face, twisting is slowly, grinning at my cum glistening on my fingers. I looked at the glass, tiny droplets of my cum were I had played, I reached out and drew my fingertips from one to the other, making a pattern on the desk before smearing my fingers through it. You lifted yourself beylikdüzü escort up, I watched as you pressed your tongue against the glass, just as I had done with your cum. As your tongue flattened against it, I wrote my name in my cum the bent and let my tongue follow the line made by my finger. My tongue lapped, licked, through my name then back and forth until I had cleaned every drop from that desk, leaving you nothing, not that you could get it from under the glass.

You grunted as you slid out from underneath and before I could steady myself from stepping back you grabbed me, you wound your fingers through my hair as you pushed me forward, the cold glass making me gasp as my tits crushed against it. You pushed my face hard, roughly down then pinning me there you slapped my arse, slap after slap making me whimper as the heel marks began to tingle in the middle of your hand marks. Harder, too hard, I began to beg, please, no more, you carried on, telling me what a cunt I was, a whore, a slut for making you wait, telling me with each slap that I was yours, for you to use, not for me to tease you, screaming at me to say sorry. Your fingers then digging into the soft cheeks of my arse, pulling them open, pushing me down, kicking my legs closed, standing so that no matter how much I moved, I could not open them.

I could feel your thumbs, pressing either side of my arse, stretching my tight little star, making it sting, then your tongue, licking from my clit to my arse, teasing in and out of my cunt, lapping my juices them spitting them onto my arse, knowing it was opening for you. Then you moved your hands and I felt your thighs pressing against mine, then your cock, hard and throbbing in your hand as you slapped it up against my clit, I moaned, telling you I wanted you in me, telling you to fuck me like the cheap whore that I am, fuck me, make me your whore. Then you stopped.

You grabbed my hair again and turned me, I looked at you, I pleaded with you to fuck me, I begged you, you bastard, yet you just pushed me down. WHY? you had made my arse so wet, so ready for your cock to use, I wanted to feel your cock deep in my arse, wanted to take me from that pain to that pleasure as you fucked me deeper and deeper, I wanted your cum in my arse, I wanted to feel it ooze from me, yet no matter how much I pushed back your strong arms pushed me to my knees. You looked down, your wet cock in your hand, the tip coated in my cum and your cum, then you slapped it against my lips, you held my head and wiped it over my mouth.

I flicked my tongue out, you slapped it over and over, then pressed your cock hard against my mouth, forcing it past my lips, over my tongue and deep into my throat. I gagged, my tummy convulsing with the reflex. I tried to move back but you held my face tight, tears welled up in my eyes as I looked up at you, then you began. You fucked my mouth, pulling your cock almost out then thrusting it so hard back into my throat, each thrust accompanied by a word, “bitch”, “whore”, “cunt”, “slut”, “slag”, anything you could think of, making me know you did not like to be teased. My lips wrapped around your cock and wanked you as you fucked my mouth, your balls slapping under my chin, my nose pressing into your stomach.

As your breath began to shorten you suddenly pulled your cock from my mouth, a long string of spit connecting the two and as I looked up at you, you wiped it all over my face then wanked your cock hard until your hot, thick cum splattered all over me. I blinked, a large glob or your cum trickling slowly down my cheek, another dripping from my chin, yet another in my hair, then you rubbed your cock, mixing your cum and my spit into a creamy lather covering my face. You sank down into your chair as I licked around my lips, using my fingers to push your cum into my mouth, your cock still twitching in your hand, the last drop of cum oozing from its tip and as I slowly got to my feet, I looked at you, bent, licked the drop from your cock then whispered, “how long until your ready again?”

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Thanks as always for the continued feedback – I started this storyline on a whim and I’m so pleased to hear how many of you seem to be enjoying it. Sorry it’s taken a while to get this posted, but my real life seems to have a funny way of interfering with my fantasy life. Thanks again – keep reading! ~ firstkiss

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The phone rang not long after I got out of the shower. Hastily, I threw on my robe and answered, strangely disappointed to be greeted by Rhiannon’s bright hello.

“Is he still there?” she hissed softly as if afraid he’d hear her.

“No,” I laughed, feeling guilty for wishing she was someone else calling. “He had to work.”

Rhiannon’s giggle was infectious and reminded me sharply of how little we’d really changed since our university days. “Did you…? I mean, how was it?”

“Yes and amazing,” I supplied laughingly.

“Omigod,” Rhiannon squealed. “Details!”

I shook my head even though she couldn’t see me over the phone. “I think I want to keep this to myself for a while.”

There was a silent pause on the other line. “That good huh?” Rhi asked after a time.

I laughed. The warm feeling in my belly hadn’t dissipated yet and somehow I knew sharing every little detail with Rhiannon, even if she was my best friend, would lessen the experience. What happened between Adam and me deserved to stay between us.

“He’s picking me up at three,” I said instead.

“For what?” Rhi asked.

“I… I don’t know,” I admitted sheepishly. “The note didn’t say.”

“Note?” Rhiannon’s voice was edged with hesitation. “He left a note?”

“Yeah,” I said slowly. “It said he had to work and that he’d come back and pick me up at 3.”

There was another pregnant pause. “O-kay…,” Rhiannon drawled slowly.

“What?” I didn’t like the uncertainty in Rhi’s tone.

“Well Lilly…,” she sighed. “I don’t want to upset you or sound like a bitch, but take it from me they all have to work the next morning; they all leave a note.”

Comprehension dawned on me. “You don’t think he’s coming back?” I sounded accusatory.

“Well, it’s possible he might,” Rhi offered quickly. “But honey, I think you need to be prepared for the possibility that he might not. Did he leave a number?”

“No,” I admitted, feeling small. I didn’t even know which restaurant he worked at, never mind his last name. “I’ve got to go,” I mumbled.

“Lilly, sweetheart,” Rhi crooned. “It’s okay. You can’t take this personally. You got what you wanted and he… well… I guess he got the same thing. Trust me honey, that’s how this game is played. You can’t get your hopes up over these things. Now you have a good story to tell at Girls’ Night; I’m proud of you for thinking outside your usual box. You did have fun last night, right?”

“Yes,” I said softly. My stomach was turning in somersaults and it had nothing to do with the beer I’d consumed the night before. For an instant I hated Rhiannon; this had been her idea. I’d approached Adam at her urging and it was her damn fault.

“Just take a nice long shower, have a cup of coffee, and take it easy today,” Rhi offered brightly. “I’ll call you later and maybe we can go shopping or something.”

I agreed automatically, feeling a wave of shame wash sickeningly over me. I hung up as Rhiannon was saying goodbye and had to sit down until the dizziness passed.

She was right, of course. Rhiannon had had a million one-night-stands, she knew the protocol; I knew nothing about it and had been taken for a fool. I buried my head in my hands, ignoring the cold spread of my still-damp hair against my neck. Stupid, that’s what I was. Stupid for thinking last night meant anything, stupid for believing every word that came out of Adam’s mouth. Stupid for thinking there had been a connection between us when all it had been was a hook-up, plain and simple.

The phone rang again, making me jump. I stared blankly at it and let it ring until the answering machine picked up and Adele’s cheerful voice filled the room. I didn’t hear what she said, didn’t particularly care; it wasn’t him calling.

I put on a pot of coffee, got dressed, and performed the many little pieces of my morning routine which needed to be done with a robot-like efficiency which frightened me if I thought too hard about it.

I floated through the apartment unseeingly before settling down on my window seat with my coffee to watch the traffic trickle by. Lucy Maud, my cat, jumped up and curled herself comfortingly around my feet and the two of us watched the morning in silence. I was tired, my thighs ached, and I was maybe a tiny bit hungover, but more than that I was heartsore. Outside, two robins flirted and sang on a tree branch; inside, I tried to block out their happy noise.

I don’t know how long I sat there and I don’t know how time still managed to creep by; I do know I ignored the phone ringing a few more times, I didn’t want to talk to Rhi or Adele. Eventually I drifted off to a fitful, half-conscious sleep, only to be woken bakırköy escort by a sharp rap on my door. I jumped up, disturbing Lucy Maud and spilling my now cold coffee. The clock read 2:36 and I figured it was Rhiannon or Adele coming to check up on me since I hadn’t answered the phone at all.

I wrenched open the door without checking the peephole and just about fell over when it opened to reveal Adam standing on my small porch with a bunch of daisies in one hand and a motorcycle helmet in the other.

“Hey, Beautiful,” he said with a smile. He brushed past me into my kitchen, dropped a soft kiss on my cheek, and handed me the daisies. “Did you have a good sleep?”

I stood open-mouthed in the doorway, feeling the damp stems of the flowers in my hand but little else.

“I’m sorta early,” Adam offered sheepishly. “I got out of work as fast as I could. I tried to call and when you didn’t answer I figured you were in the shower or something. You alright?” His darkly handsome face was painted with concern. “You look pale.”

“I-I’m fine,” I stammered, staring disbelievingly at him. I wondered if I’d really woken up from my nap or if I was just dreaming of his tall, lean form standing in my kitchen. “W-what are you doing here?”

“Picking you up like I promised,” Adam smiled, approaching me in the open doorway; evidently he’d given up expecting me to come to him. He wrapped his arm around me and dropped a sweet kiss on my forehead. “I know I’m early, but I couldn’t wait. Is that what you’re wearing?”

I looked down at my faded jeans and ratty t-shirt; I didn’t even want to consider the state of my hair or my face. “N-no,” I replied quickly, blushing. “You just caught me off guard.”

Adam chuckled. “Go get dressed then,” he said softly as he brushed another kiss against my hairline. “I’ll put these in water.” He took the daisies back from me and spun me about, pointing me in the direction of my bedroom. He swatted my ass playfully and laughed as I moved quickly away.

I escaped to my bedroom and took a few deep, steadying breaths. From the apartment beyond I could hear Adam opening and closing kitchen cupboards.

“Lilly? Where can I find a vase?” he yelled loudly.

I smiled to myself; the earnestness in his voice kicked me into gear. I stripped off my terrible t-shirt and ancient jeans. “In the china cabinet in the living room,” I yelled back, happy to hear Adam’s clunky boots tread down the hall towards me; it was such a domestic noise, and so out of character in my usually silent apartment. He poked his head around the door into my bedroom and grinned as I stood indecisively in front of my closet, clad only in bright blue bra and panties.

“Nice,” he commented in passing.

I giggled, feeling my doldrums lift. “What should I wear?”

“Jeans are fine,” Adam smiled, motioning towards my recently discarded pair as they lay abandoned on the floor. “Just not those ones.”

I grinned at him, still in disbelief as he stood watching me from the doorway. He looked so at odds with himself. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, over which was a very sexy leather jacket, and he must have shaved that morning, because the longish stubble from the night before had been replaced by a faint shadow of new growth; over the top of his t-shirt I could see the edge of the large tattoo on his back crest up the side of his neck, his eyebrow ring glinted in the afternoon sunshine flooding my bedroom, and he held a bouquet of daisies with a boyish smile.

“What?” he asked sardonically as I stood studying him.

“Nothing,” I giggled. “You’re just…” I shrugged, pulling my newest pair of jeans from my closet and wiggling into them. Adam eyed the procedure with interest. “You’re gorgeous,” I supplied, feeling the words didn’t do the sentiment justice.

“Says you,” Adam’s gaze was hungry as I pulled a tank top on over my bra.

“I thought you were going to put those in water,” I teased as Adam’s grip on my poor daisies became a stranglehold.

“Uh, yeah,” he chuckled, glancing down at the quickly wilting stems. “Got distracted.”

I scooped my hair up into a low ponytail before moving to the doorway. I stood on tiptoes to kiss Adam lightly, rescuing the daisies from his iron grasp. “Thank you for the flowers.”

Adam growled lowly in his throat and pulled me closer, claiming my mouth with a sudden passion which drove the air from my lungs. My poor daisies were flattened between us and I couldn’t have cared less as Adam’s heated tongue explored the corners of my mouth; we were both moaning hungrily when Adam broke the kiss. His startlingly emerald eyes were hazed over with desire and his breath came as fast and hard as my own. All I wanted at that moment was to take him back to bed, but evidently he had other ideas.

Adam pulled the squished flowers from my hands and chucked them into the nearby wastepaper basket, laughing at my small noise of distress. “I’ll buy you more,” beşiktaş escort he smiled, tracing the edge of my lips with one long finger. “I’ll buy you all the flowers you want.”

I returned his smile slowly, liking the sound of that.

“Come on,” Adam took my hand and dropped a kiss across my knuckles as he pulled me from the room. “Put your shoes on, I want to show you something.”

In the entranceway Adam opened my closet and handed me my leather boots. They were knee-high with a tiny, little heel; I’d bought them during a retail therapy afternoon with Rhiannon and Adele and had hardly worn them. As I zipped them up the length of my calves, Adam handed me my leather jacket. I eyed the piece of clothing warily. It was late May on the Island and too warm for a coat.

“Trust me?” he asked as he noticed my sceptical expression. He helped me into my coat. “And this is for you.” He handed me the shining black motorcycle helmet which he’d brought in with the flowers; I’d forgotten all about it. My knees shook. Satisfied at my appearance, Adam pulled me out the front door, laughing as I closed it behind me without locking it; no one really locks their doors on the Island.

“What do you think?” he crowed proudly as he stood on the sidewalk outside of my apartment and gestured towards the street. Parked at the curb was a huge motorcycle, bright red and black with miles of shining chrome. I took a step back towards the house.

“It’s a 1965 Triumph Bonneville,” Adam smiled brightly, pride evident on every line of his face. “It was my Dad’s. I’ve been working on it for years; it needed a lot of work, but I think it’s finally ready for a real test run. I had it shipped over from home and I’ve only driven it around town; I want to take it out and see what it can do.”

I took another step back towards the house but Adam didn’t notice my hesitation. He spouted off a bunch of gobble-dee-gook about carburetors, and frame models, and engines, and tires, and such; none of which I understood. In my hands the helmet he’d given me felt cold and hard.

“Lil?” he asked over his shoulder when he’d finally taken a breath. “What’s wrong? Don’t you like it?”

“It’s very nice,” I offered weakly. “Very shiny.”

“Well, come on,” Adam said brightly, holding out his hand to me.

I shook my head. The bottom had dropped out of my stomach and I could feel my knees getting weaker by the second.

“Don’t you want to go for a ride?” Adam asked, sounding hurt.

My heart wrenched but I couldn’t get my legs to propel me forward. “I-I’ve never been on a motorcycle before,” I confessed.

Adam laughed and came back up the sidewalk to grab my hand. “You’ll love it, I promise. It’s fun.” His smile was bright, but there was concern in his green eyes. “Don’t worry. I’ve been driving bikes since I was a kid. I’ll take good care of you.”

I approached the motorcycle with trepidation. “It’s so big,” I mumbled, blushing. Adam took my hand and ran it over the smooth metal of the still-warm gas tank. It was obvious he loved the bike and I tried to appreciate it from his point of view. “It is very nice,” I said in a wobbly voice.

Adam was standing behind me, his hand still covering my own as I stroked the warm metal. I could feel his breath in my ear. “Ride with me, Lilly,” he whispered.

“I don’t know how,” I said softly.

Adam turned me around and kissed me with a lingering sweetness. “All you have to do it hold on.”

Closing my eyes, I could feel the solid warmth of the bike behind me and the equally solid warmth of Adam in front of me. I took a deep breath and nodded quickly, agreeing before I had time to rethink my decision. I could feel Adam take the helmet from my hands and looking up, I watched him settle it snugly over my head and fasten it securely under my chin. His smile was mischievously sexy as he put his own helmet on.

He straddled the bike and threw another grin over his shoulder as I stood wavering on the curb. He looked so happy, so excited, that it was contagious. With a laugh I ignored the nagging, overly-cautious voice in my head and climbed on the bike behind him, wrapping my arms around the concrete wall of Adam’s chest.

“That’s my girl,” I thought I heard him say as the bike roared loudly to life. The thrumming throb of the engine scared me a little and I jumped. Adam patted my hand reassuringly.

“Just hang on,” he yelled over his shoulder. He kicked the stand out, threw the bike in gear, and we shot off down the street with an ungodly roar; I squealed loudly and could feel Adam’s deep laugh as I leaned against him, holding on with every thing I had.

It was pretty stop-and-go in the city, and just as I was getting the hang of stoplights and going around corners we hit the edge of town. Adam did his best to look over his shoulder at me, but had to settle with squeezing my hand. “You alright?” he yelled.

I nodded against his back and he patted my hand again.

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I took a deep breath and tightened my arms around his chest. Adam let out the throttle with a roar and we took off, flying down the red roads like nothing I’d ever experienced before.

It was amazing; the noisy rush of air, the throbbing heat of the machine, the complete lack of boundaries, the absolute freedom of travelling with nothing boxing you in. It was heady, intoxicating, and by the time we hit the first stop sign outside of town my fear had been replaced by giddy excitement.

Rust red roads and verdant green fields flew by us, dotted with sapphire ponds and harbours and the occasional turquoise sparkle of the sea beyond. I’m not sure if Adam had a destination in mind and of where we had been and where we were going I had no idea.

You can’t get lost on the Island though, not if you grew up there, so when we came to an intersection I knew very well I motioned for Adam to turn right. He obeyed without question, following my silent signals at every corner until the road crested and ended, looking down over the cold, endless blue of the Atlantic.

Adam stopped and turned the bike off. I leapt off before he even had a chance to put the kickstand out. My knees were wobbly, my thighs ached, and my ass hurt like hell, but I threw off my helmet and spun about, beaming.

“That was fucking brilliant!” I shouted, throwing myself at Adam as he dismounted. He laughed loudly, removing his own helmet with a grin. He picked me up and spun me around.

“I knew you’d like it,” he chuckled. “Did you see her run? She was perfect!”

But I wasn’t thinking of the bike or the ride any longer; I was thinking of the man standing with his arms around me.

I stood on tiptoe and kissed him until my lungs ached and Adam responded with equal fervour. The blood pounded in my ears and the sea wind whipped the escaped tendrils of my ponytail across my face and still the kiss went on.

I ran my hands through Adam’s short hair and laughed against his lips.

“No wonder you keep it so short,” I gasped as we broke apart. “It’s hot under that helmet.”

Adam’s chuckle echoed my own. “It’s hot under this jacket too.” He shrugged the heavy leather off and slung it over the back of the bike. “So where the hell are we anyway?”

I threw off my own coat, relieved to feel the fresh sea air against my heated skin. I grabbed Adam’s hand. “Come on,” I said, and with a quick smile over my shoulder I led him to the edge of the bluff.

The vista of the sapphire Atlantic spread infinitely out before us, but I didn’t pause long before I started picking my way down the sandy slope to the shore below. Adam followed, scrambling easily down to the rocky beach like he’d been doing it for years.

The beach below was sheltered and private; Adam whistled lowly. “What is this place?”

“This is my beach,” I smiled widely.

“Yours?” Adam looked confused. “You own it?”

I shook my head, laughing. “No, but I’ve been coming here since I was kid.” I pointed along the shore to a small, yellow house which was perched jauntily on the bluff about three kilometres away. “That’s where I grew up.”

Adam’s emerald eyes widened and he took a few steps further out past the dune we’d scrambled down. “You lived there?” His voice betrayed him as the city kid he was. “That’s amazing.”

“Yeah,” I admitted with a laugh. “It was pretty cool.”

“I’m jealous,” Adam sighed. “I grew up in the suburbs.” He picked his way down to the water’s edge and looked out over the crashing surf. I hung back and watched him take in the view. It was so familiar to me that I felt like I knew every rock, every seagull, every grain of sand, but I tried to see it through a stranger’s eyes. Smiling, I stole up behind Adam and wrapped my arms around his chest, just like I had on the bike.

“Pretty amazing, huh?” I whispered into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. Adam nodded but said nothing.

The next time he spoke his deep voice hitched in his throat. “Why’d you bring me here, Lilly? Why this beach?”

“You drove,” I teased, afraid to answer the question truthfully. “Why’d you bring me out on your bike?”

Adam turned so his back was to the ocean. He looked down at me and smiled his slow, sexy smile. “I don’t know. I guess it felt important to me. I wanted you to experience it. I thought you’d know me a little better once you had.”

I watched the earnestness settle on his handsome face. “Exactly,” I said softly.

If he hadn’t bent down to kiss me right then I would have risen to find his mouth. As it was we met each other half-way and the world tilted precariously as a result; and whether it was the thrill of the motorcycle ride, or the crash of the waves coupled the fresh sea air, or whether it was just the amazing man kissing me, but at that moment I wanted Adam more than I’d ever wanted anyone.

I could feel the solid length of his erection pressing against me, so when I reached down to unzip his jeans it surprised me when Adam jumped back in shock.

“W-what are you doing?” he stammered, laughing.

I arched an eyebrow and tried his fly again. “The thing which progresses naturally after a man kisses a woman the way you just kissed me.”

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What was I thinking, running into a library this late at night? Problem is, I didn’t have a choice. She was on my tail, pretty much literally. Friggin’ full moon, anyway. Slipped my mind, honestly.

Luckily, none of the lights had come on. Cheap security. Maybe that meant I wouldn’t have to deal with cops as well as a Hunter.

“Come now, loup.” her voice came through the window I had broken through. “Hiding in the dark? That’s not going to help.” I could almost hear the smile in her voice. “I’m not afraid of the dark.”

“Be afraid of what’s in the dark, chere,” I called back, looking for any any advantage I could get over a woman about half my size carrying a gun. I growled low and moved quietly up the ramp toward science fiction and fantasy. I heard her chasing me, her breathing still normal, her heart rate still steady.

I grabbed the first large book I found, dug my claws into it, spun, ducked her first shot and launched the book, ‘The complete Works of Isaac Asimov,’ and heard her bounce into the wall to dodge it.

I grabbed two more books and threw them, one slamming into the wall behind her and the other hit her arm, but not her gun arm. Another shot went off, a bit high, causing a dusting of plaster to fall from the ceiling.

I threw everything I could reach, from Spider Williams to Douglas Adams. Then, I came up with a plan.

I threw one book but waiting a fraction of a second before throwing the second. I threw that one low. The first had been at her head, which she deflected with her arm the other was at one of the weak spots in her armor: her ankles.

I heard the smack of book spine on bone and heard her cry out, firing a wild shot, her third, as she rolled behind a row of shelves for cover. Perfect. I turned and pushed the shelf next to me, putting all of my five hundred and some odd pounds of body weight behind it. It went over like a domino, just like every one that followed. She screamed and scrambled, but I could tell which direction. I ran, looking for an easy way out. Not that another window wouldn’t work, but I did have consideration for the people who’d have to clean this up.

Her gun went off and a shot whizzed by my ear. I turned and she was hauling herself out from under the collapsed shelving, gun in one hand, pulling with the other. What a woman. And to think that at one point, we had been lovers. Then the damned Scent kicked in.

We had been dating for a while when we decided to become intimate. I was worried about telling her what I was, but she seemed to just brush off my attempts to explain, saying whatever it was, we’d bakırköy escort figure it out when we came to it. We spent hours exploring each other’s bodies with hands, fingers and mouths.

As we lay together, sweat sticking a sheet to us, she suddenly screamed and grabbed her head. She rolled off the bed, thumping to the floor and began puking her dinner onto the carpet.

I sighed and put my head in my hands, having seen this reaction before. She had felt, for the very first time, the Scent. Her mind was overwhelmed with all of the olfactory input that comes with being a Hunter. We was buffeting her the most right then was my scent. We have a pretty strong smell, that usually undetectable to humans but readily available to others of my kind and to the Hunters.

I let her go until she had nothing left in her stomach and then watched as she passed out. I picked her up on my shoulder and walked out the door to the balcony. I took in the night air with a deep breath and leapt into the darkness, changing in mid-jump.

A few minutes later, minutes I spent questioning my decision, I brought her to the doorstep of the Refuge, home of the Hunters. I was definitely on enemy turf.

As I lay her on the stoop, the door opened and I jumped back, claws ready, fangs bared, but they were just Brothers. These two were part of the unarmed, holy branch of the Hunters.

“We smelled you coming, Beast. Why bring us this one?”

“She has the Scent. She will make you another fine Hunter.”

They looked at each other and gently lifted her and took her inside , the door shutting behind them. And not even an invitation for a drink. How rude.

They trained her, taught her to use her gists. They trained her in hand-to-hand combat, evasion, hunting, firearms. Everything it took to kill us. She learned very well.

Which brings us back to the library.

Another shot cracked, taking one of the library computers out in a shower of sparks. That was shot number four. I was definitely counting. I turned and bounded up the stars to my left on all fours and headed to the second floor.

As I reached the top of the stairs, I spied a book cart that someone had forgotten to put away. I lifted it over mu head and waiting for her to show so I could cave her skull in. Well, it was either her or me.

I waited a full ten seconds, knowing she had been right behind me. I realized something was wrong. I hadn’t hurt her that bad. Yet. That was when I heard the ding of the elevator.

She rolled out, snapping off another quick shot. It hit beşiktaş escort the cart in my hands and threw it backwards. She wasn’t using a woman’s little purse fun. As I stood there stunned, she leveled the barrel at me.

“This is it, loup. It ends here.” She pulled the trigger as I dove to my left, into the stacks. Cat and mouse began again.

Books countered bullets. Ducks covered dodges. This went on for what seemed like a small eternity. Then, luck favored me.

As, fast as I am, I can’t evade everything. She managed to graze my arm with a slug. I kept trying to escape, but she was blocking the windows. She knew this and pressed her advantage by rounding a corner and running full speed at me. She just didn’t see the stool in the aisle.

She his the ground hard, the gun bouncing from her grip as it hit the floor. It stopped by my feet. She started coughing, trying to get air back in her lungs. As any predator worth his salt would do, I took advantage.

I crawled up to her, keeping an eye out for any tricks. I rolled her onto her back and clamped my hand around her throat, my claws digging into the soft flesh. I grabbed the collar of her armor and pulled, the straps snapping. I tossed the armor away and instinctively fought to protect her throat. That wasn’t what I was after, though.

Using my knee to hold down her arm, I tore the waist of her pants and ripped downward, revealing her crotch. I could smell her getting wet. Some people are full of surprises.

When she realized what I was after, she doubled her efforts to get loose. Not that it did any good. I leaned close to her face and growled low. Her top lip pulled back from her teeth, showing her fighting spirit.

I released her throat and grabbed her hair, pulling her head up so she could see what I was going to use to take what I wanted. Before the change, I was average. After the change…well, let’s just say that that there was something about being a ‘bigger’ man. I went from an average six or so inches to a full ten inches with proportional girth, almost six inches around. She was going to get every inch.

She was getting her first look, her jaw hanging open, her struggles ceasing. I forced my knee between her thighs and shoved them apart. She quickly gained her composure and started fighting back, aiming blows at my throat, my eyes, my nose, anywhere she knew I was sensitive. I could pretty much ignore her attacks, given my strength. I reached down and grabbed her left leg just below the knee and forced it back by her shoulder and leaned into her, my beylikdüzü escort engorged cockhead against her wetness. A silent scream forming her mouth into an ‘o’ as I started to stretch her out.

I leaned down and looked into her eyes, growling low. She stared back, her face a mixture of pain and lust. She whispered, “Take me, loup. Make me yours.”

I pushed into her slowly, letting her adjust to my size. She whimpered quietly, a testament to her strength. Inch by agonizing inch crept into her pussy, finally reaching bottom, the base of my cock against her clitoris.

I withdrew just as slowly, her muscles closing up behind me. She sighed as I almost popped out, but then screamed as I shoved half the length back in in one stroke. I held still and she adapted, so I crammed every last inch of my rod into her. I began power stroking into her hole, a small cry escaping her lips with each powerful thrust.

I felt a spasm run through her body and then she began to shake, her whole body trying to contort as she had the fastest orgasm I’d ever given her. It lasted a full minute, her eyes rolled back and her breath catching in her throat.

As she came back down, I continued thrusting, rocking her whole body with each stroke. I grunted with the force, matching her whimpers one for one. I had never felt such power, throwing almost all caution to the wind as I pounded her.

I felt my load starting to rise and was almost caught off guard as her right hand came up off the floor, a silver dagger clenched in her fist aimed at my heart. I barely managed to get my arm up in time, but I swatted the knife away and heard it clatter on the floor.

With a snarl, I grabbed her throat in my hand and laid into her with almost everything I had, not caring if I broke bones or not. As I felt my cock start to explode, I let go of her neck and clamped onto it with my teeth, tearing out a chunk of her skin as my sperm erupted into her. My virus-carrying saliva mixed with her wound and I knew it was only a matter of minutes until she was turned.

I looked down at her, both hands pressed to her neck to staunch the blood, a losing battle, though her now changing blood would take care of that.

I crept away and grabbed her gun from the floor, taking a moment with it before bringing it back and tossing it down next to her head. “You only have a moment, chere. Use it.”

“Why,” she asked.

“Because at one point, we loved each other.” I turned and started to walk away. I heard the dry click of the hammer on an empty chamber. “And then you tried to kill me,” I said quietly as I continued walking. The clicks continued as I left. When I reached the ground floor, she wailed, venting her anger and her sadness.

When I reached the pavement outside, I let the unspent bullets drop to the ground with a clink. After taking a deep breath, I hurried off into the night, knowing that this wasn’t over.

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Jenny was still fucking single and she wasn’t happy about it. She had been the maid of honor in six weddings that year and she was sick of it. When was it going to be her turn to be the bride? When would she get to plan her dream wedding with the man of her dreams? She wasn’t sure and she was tired of waiting around and wondering. She looked around the crowded church and made her way to the rec room where there was free coffee. She looked around at the mayhem that was her best friend’s wedding.

She was happy for Kira. She really was. It was just that there was this nagging feeling that she would never have her time. Jenny wanted to fall in love and get married just like Kira was today. She took her cup of coffee and made small talk with everyone. She was still waiting for Joachim to arrive and he was late, as usual. She would be walking down the aisle with him at the wedding and she wasn’t unhappy about it. Joachim was tall and he would have been a real prospect except for the fact that he was best friends with Kira’s fiance, Dominick. Jenny didn’t want to cause any problems for herself or for her friend but she couldn’t help but like the way that Joachim moved. He was smooth and confident.

Jenny sipped her coffee until she could feel her phone buzzing in her purse. She was already ready, wearing the dark blue gown Kira had picked for her and the other bridesmaids. It was a tastefully elegant style and Jenny was glad that Kira was secure enough with herself to allow her bridesmaids to look beautiful on her special day. Jenny made her way to the dressing room, where Kira was pacing in her undergarments, waiting for the right moment to put on her dress.

“Jenny? Is that you?”

“Yes! Of course.”

“I need you,” she grabbed Jenny and pulled her close for a hug. They embraced for a long time and Kira wouldn’t let go. Jenny could feel her heart beating and she remembered all the good times Kira and she had shared together. Flashes of memories of them at the county fair, them at school, them coloring pictures together, playing with dolls…everything. Their entire friendship had been a good one and Jenny felt her eyes misting over with tears. She loved Kira like a sister and she was happy for her on her special day. Of course, she wished it would be her turn to be the bride, but she was never the bride. She had to accept this. Kira was the kind of girl guys wanted to marry. Jenny was just the sidekick.

“Jenny, thank you for always being here for me and being my best friend. I love you.”

“I love you too, Kira.”

“I need a favor, though. And it’s a weird one.”

“Okay?” Jenny was used to this. Kira had been asking her for favors like crazy because of the wedding. Jenny assumed this was just another one of those favors. She wasn’t expecting what came next.

“I need you to sleep with Joachim.”

Jenny froze. She gave Kira a questioning look. No one had ever asked her to sleep with someone else as a favor before. She had to draw the line. “Kira, do you mean have sex with him?”

“Yes. I know it’s weird but you see, he hasn’t had sex with another woman since his wife died in a car accident eight years ago.”

“He’s been married before?”

“He doesn’t talk about it much, for obvious reasons but the thing is he really hasn’t had sex in eight years and I know that you like sex a lot and I thought that maybe you could help him out.”

“Why do you make it sound like I’m some kind of slut?” Jenny asked, offended slightly by this.

“I’m not saying that. I just think you two would hit it off. Dominick thinks so too.”

“I’ll think about it.” Jenny looked at her phone. “It’s time, Kira. We have to get you in the dress and get out there.”

“Think about it. Joachim is a really nice guy.”

“I know he is. I just don’t know if bakırköy escort I’m attracted to him like that.”

Jenny helped Kira into her dress and when she was ready they looked at her in the mirror and smiled at the beauty of her dress on her special day. Jenny felt a pang of longing for her day to come but she wasn’t waiting around, she told herself. She was going to just live her life the best she knew how. She picked up Kira’s train as she walked to the church and when they arrived Joachim was waiting for her with a smile on his face.

“You look beautiful, Kira. And Jenny…wow!” Joachim smiled widely at both of the girls and for the first time, Jenny could see how attractive he actually was. Why had she never noticed this before?

They took their places and when it was time Joachim offered Jenny his arm. They walked down the aisle and as they did, Jenny could feel something. She couldn’t tell if it was a pang of longing to be the bride or a pang of longing for Joachim. She was starting to really think about Kira’s request and she glanced over at him to see that he was looking at her as well. Their eyes met and there was something special in their exchange that made them both take pause. They reached the end of the aisle and separated. Jenny knew she was blushing as she smiled at him but she was shocked to see that he was blushing too. They were both blushing like that in front of the entire congregation.

The wedding march began and Kira made her way down the aisle, her long dress cascading behind her in a wave of glorious white. Jenny was ecstatic for her friend but she stole a glance at Joachim and saw her was looking at her too. There was something between them and it burned in her through the entire ceremony. She cried as her best friend kissed Dominick deeply in front of all their witnesses. As the wedding party made their way out, Jenny could feel the electricity between her and Joachim when she took his arm. She was surprised when he guided her to the left at the end of the church instead of the right toward the reception.

“Where are you going? The reception is in there.”

“We have to do pictures and I think they are in here,” he told her.

“Oh?” She let him lead her into an empty room and though she knew there were not going to be pictures taken there she let him close the door and lock it.

“We are finally alone, Jenny.”

“Yes we are, Joachim,” she giggled nervously.

“I’ve been wanting to get you alone from the moment I saw you.”

“Kira told me about your dead wife,” Jenny blurted out. “She said you haven’t had sex in 8 years.”

“Nine years, actually,” he admitted.

“That’s a long time,” Jenny was nervous and she wished she hadn’t said that. No wonder she was alone and unmarried. She couldn’t even do a hookup correctly. She was hard on herself.

“That ought to make this even more special then,” Joachim told her as he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. There was passion in his kiss that Jenny had never felt before with any other man and so she kissed him back, letting herself get swept away with the moment.

“Joachim,” she murmured between kisses. His hands wandered over her body until he was unzipping her dark blue dress. It easily dropped to the floor, since it was a bit big after the diet she’d been on leading up to the wedding. She was completely naked underneath since the cut of the dress was unforgiving to bra and panty lines.

“You’re naked under your dress. Oh my God, I’m glad I didn’t know that during the wedding or everyone would have seen this.” He pointed down to his pants, which were tented around his erection. Jenny giggled.

“Wow! That’s quite a boner you have!”

“Want to see it?” he asked, but before she could answer he was already unleashing beşiktaş escort his monster cock from his pants. Jenny’s eyes got wide. She hadn’t dealt with a cock this big since her college days but she was pretty sure sex was like riding a bike. It had been a while since she’d had some, not eight years, but long enough to make this moment with Joachim very special. Her hand shot out and gripped his massive rod.

“You have a huge dick!” she cried and she looked up to see him smiling down at her.

“Stroke it for me, Jenny. Please.” She sat down on a small ottoman in front of his dick and began to stroke it slowly and carefully.

“Faster, Jenny.” She stroked it faster.

“Like this?”

“Yes. There you go, baby. That feels amazing!” She could tell that he was loving it and she wanted to give him more. She paused just long enough to wrap her small mouth around it. She tried her best to suck it but it was so much bigger than she was used to. She choked and choked on his cock, determined to do a good job. Maybe Joachim was the one. Maybe he would be her husband someday but that wouldn’t happen if she didn’t perform well in bed. She knew a lot was riding on this blowjob and so she put her whole heart into it.

“That’s what I need baby. Right there. I can feel your heart now.”

She realized that her heart was engaged and he seemed to like this. She let it go, allowing her feelings of fear and resentment at never being the bride fill her as she sucked and choked on his dick. Emotions that had been pent up inside of her for some time were now escaping and she couldn’t stop them. A floodgate had opened inside of her and she was filled with all the feelings that she had been holding onto.

“Yes! Right there! Right there!” Joachim was really enjoying himself but just when she thought he was going to cum, he stopped her by putting his hand on her forehead.

“Not yet! I don’t want to cum yet! I want to have sex with you,” he confessed and she realized she wanted this too. “But first, I want to taste you.” He went down on her, using his fingers to open her up and get her ready for his big cock. His tongue flicked her clit, sending sensations of joy from her pussy to her legs and back again. She was shaking as he licked her with short, little strokes in just the right spot. His tongue pressed down a bit harder and it shook her to her core. She knew she shouldn’t scream but she couldn’t help it. She let out a few wails that would probably make their way to the reception before she got herself under control.

“Okay, okay! Stop! I can’t take it!” she begged him.

“Okay. I think you’re ready for this.” He spread her legs as she lay back on the ottoman, her torso suspended in air and her head resting on the couch. He lifted her legs a bit so he could get a better angle but when he found his way in, neither of them were prepared for how it would make them feel. Jenny could feel Joachim’s pure and raw emotion as their bodies connected for the first time. She suddenly understood what people were talking about when they said they had sexual chemistry. She felt the pull of his heart on her body and she felt her own heart and body respond.

They weren’t just fucking as Joachim’s mouth found hers. They were making love in the most carnal and animalistic ways either of them had ever fucked. Jenny could feel the heat from his body, and she could tell that this man was something special. Maybe he was even the one but she couldn’t be sure, not now when his cock was in her. His cock was so fucking big but she was shocked at how her pussy absorbed it.

“You feel so good,” she moaned.

“So do you,” he moaned back and then kissed her. He felt so close to her and it was odd because he hadn’t felt anything like this with anyone, not even with beylikdüzü escort his late wife. Jenny was special beyond measure and there was no way that he was ever letting her go. He never wanted the sex to end. “Let’s try a different position,” he suggested and she got on her hands and knees on the ottoman.

“Like this?” she asked and he smiled.

“Sure, let’s try it.” He sunk his cock into her glorious hole and he hadn’t expected this position to be even better, but it absolutely was. She couldn’t stop cumming and he could feel the convulsions in her pussy as he fucked her. Everything about Jenny was perfect and he was in shock as he strained to keep himself from cumming. Her body and his made magic together, that was all there was to it. He flipped her onto her side and fucked her that way. Same thing. Magic. He flipped her so she was on top, riding him. It didn’t matter which way he fucked this woman, her pussy was a perfect fit for his cock and her heart was open for him and wanting. He wanted to complete her, to fill her with his cum but he wanted to make sure it was what she wanted.

“Can I cum inside of you, Jenny? Or would you like it somewhere else.”

“Cum deep inside of me,” she could barely speak she was so breathless from the orgasms he had given her. It was so fucking hot to see her like that, her makeup all smeared and her body open and taking his dick. He came hard as he looked up at her. She was still moving her hips, working her pussy up and down on his cock when he let go, cumming deep inside of her. She bounced until he put his arms up and grabbed her, willing her to stop.

“Okay, Jenny. Stop. I’ve cum in you.”

“Oh, okay,” she giggled and he helped her up and off of his cock. Her pussy began to instantly spew the cum he had just deposited back out. “Oh my God! What a mess!”

“Here,” he ran to the adjacent bathroom and grabbed a handful of paper towels for her.

“Thank you!” At that very moment, there was a knock on the door.

“Jenny? Kira is looking for you. It’s time for pictures!”

“Okay! Be right there!”

“Have you seen Joachim?”

“He’s here too!”

“Oh is he?” the voice of Kira’s sister-in-law took on a sexy tone. “Well, hurry up! Pictures start in five minutes.”

“That was a close call,” Jenny laughed as she grabbed her dress and pulled it on. “I guess we need to go do pictures. Let’s go.”

“Not so fast,” Joachim pulled her to him for another kiss. “You might want to fix your makeup.” He led her to the bathroom and all she could do was laugh.

“Oh no! Oh my God! It took me two hours to do my makeup and you ruined it! Thanks a lot,” she looked at him angrily but she was cracking a smile.

“Was it worth it?” he asked.

“Maybe. I mean, these might be the only wedding photos I’m actually in. I’m always the bridesmaid, never the bride.”

“I think you’d make an excellent bride,” Joachim said, with a tinge of love in his voice.

“Do you now?”

“Yes. I might just have to snap you up and marry you one of these days just so you can be the bride.”

“How kind of you. Just for that reason, huh?”

“Well, that and the fact that we have the best chemistry I’ve ever had with anyone.”

“Really?”

“Yes.”

“I felt it too,” she admitted.

“I know, baby.” He kissed her again and they began to make out. They wanted to keep going but Jenny knew she needed to get her makeup fixed and take some pictures.

“I have to go now. Can we hang out more after pictures?”

“I’m saving you a dance, Jenny.”

“Okay,” she giggled and then blushed.

“Okay.”

Jenny smiled as she went off to find her cosmetic case. She could still feel the chills Joachim had given her in her on her skin as she replayed all the special moments from the sex she’d just had with him. Maybe he was the one. Maybe she would be the bride one day, after all. Maybe dreams really did come true. Joachim may not have been on her radar before Kira’s wedding but now she couldn’t ignore how she felt about him. She just knew. He was going to be her husband someday.

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I turned into the parking lot of the motel and checked in at the main desk to get my room for the night. I had heard about the National Association To Advance Fat Acceptance, (NAAFA), but had always been a little wary about attending a dance or other function where I didn’t know anyone. At 52, I wasn’t getting any younger, so this would be the night.

I entered the ballroom, and the lights were dim, with a DJ already cranking out the tunes. I paid my $25 at the entrance table where two beautiful large ladies were taking money and greeting everyone with warm inviting smiles. Both were wearing exotic scoop necked dresses, showing their ample cleavage and plentiful curves. I estimated that each of them topped the scale at 300, delicious pounds, and my heart began to beat a little faster, as I wondered why I never attended an event in the past.

There were about 125 people already at the event which had only been in progress for a half hour, and unlike most dances, which are slow to get started, the floor was filled with beautiful full bodied women moving provocatively to the Classic Rock.

I moved to the bar and ordered a beer and began to move my body slightly to the music. I tipped the bottle and emptied half of it, trying to relax a little. I have loved large bodied women since high school and I was like a kid in a candy store.

“Better go easy on that beer. The night is young.”

I looked to my right, and could only stare. There sitting on the stool next to me was the most gorgeous woman I have ever encountered. She was wearing a silk spaghetti strapped dress which clung to the soft folds of her skin and large stomach. She definitely had a full voluptuous body and was not ashamed to show it off.

“I’m Jenny. Buy a lady a drink? The next round will be on me.”

“Nice to meet you Jenny. I’m Steve. Bartender… Please get the lady a…”

“A gin and tonic please.”

The beautiful dress had ridden up 4-5 inches about her knees as she sat with her large legs slightly parted. The thick bulging calves tapered into smaller ankles with bakırköy escort the sexiest feet in toeless low heels. Her toenails were painted an exotic light pink and fit perfectly with the rest of her sensual classic beauty.

I was lost in the pools of her liquid brown eyes as she sipped at her drink with moist pouting lips. I could have stared at her all night as my eyes continued to roam over her massive arms and breasts.

“Would you like to dance?”

When she snapped her fingers in front of my eyes, it broke me out of my trance.

“Oh sorry. Did you say something?”

“Yes, I said would you like to dance?”

“Oh sorry…yes, I would love to.”

We rocked to Queen’s “Fat Bottom Girls” and ZZ Top’s “Sharp Dressed Man,” and I was in awe of the way she moved her sexy large body in such fluid motions. When they slowed it down, Jenny held her arms open and I advanced slowly to meet her and take her in my arms. I was unable to get my arms completely around her body, but I could feel the heat from her body seeping through the soft silky material and the scent of her perfume was making my head spin as she locked her hands behind my neck.

As the evening wore on, I concluded that this rare exotic woman had it all: brains, compassion, confidence and a quiet strength packed into an abundance of enticing womanly flesh.

When we were dancing closely to the last dance of the evening I felt her lightly blow into my ear and gently lick me with her tongue.

“I think there is definitely a bond between us Steve and don’t want the evening to end here.”

I looked into her hungering eyes and could not resist as I leaned forward and kissed her gently.

“I have a room for the night if you would like to join me Jen.”

“I would love to.”

We took the elevator, hand in hand, in total silence, but staring into each others’ eyes with knowing promises to come. We came to my room and I started to take the key out of my pocket when she stopped me and bent to remove her heels.

“Here, hold these.”

Dumbfounded, beşiktaş escort I took her shoes and watched as she crouched over into a squat.

“Hop on.”

“What?”

“I said hop on. One of us should carry the other one over the threshold and you look pretty strong, but I don’t think you are up to lugging my 325 pounds into the room, so hop on.”

I felt rather silly, but Jenny was not to be deterred, so I slowly climbed onto her back with my 200 pound body and was escorted into the room. I don’t know what the appeal was, but the demonstration of this big woman’s strength was erotic, and caused me to have an instant erection which poked into her back.

She dumped me unceremoniously on the bed, then went to close the door, and I rose to once again take her into my arms. I kissed her once again, and this time our lips and tongues explored each other until we were breathless and grabbing at each other’s clothing to let our skin mold together and become one.

Jenny was truly a vision standing in her sheer red bra and panties and I could not resist unsnapping her bra and letting it fall to the floor as her magnificent breasts flowed forth coming to rest above her protruding sexy stomach.

I took the waistband of her panties and gently moved them over her bulging thighs and calves, then put them to my nose and inhaled the delicious natural scent of her. I had never seen a more beautiful woman, and I asked her to slowly turn around so I savor all of her. Her lovely full ass was incredible, and jiggled seductively as she moved from foot to foot.

I slowly moved to her and wrapped my arms around her so my hands could gently rub her large stomach and huge warm breasts. My hard cock was seeking entry into the crack of her beautiful ass as I kissed, licked and bit at her lovely thick neck.

Moaning, she turned to me and took my member in her hand as we once again locked lips in a fury and hunger. She stroked me slowly, while squeezing my ball sack until I would scream out, then ran her finger beylikdüzü escort up and down the crack of my ass.

Never had I wanted a woman so much in my life, and I slowly moved the two of us to the bed without breaking the kiss. I gently lay her on her back and moved the kisses to her face, neck and her large breasts, resting seductively down her torso. I took the pink nipples alternatively in my mouth making them hard, and causing Jen to moan with pleasure.

I slowly moved my way down her huge body, not missing an inch of her abundant flesh, then came to the thick patch of wet jet black hair of her pussy. I gave loving teasing kisses around the edges of her pussy hair, and gently bit the insides of her thighs before I licked lightly at her delicious opening. The aroused scent of her was intoxicating and I slowly licked up from the tip of her ass to the top of her pussy.

Her legs, spread wide, wrapped around my head and longed for me to insert my tongue deeper, but I teased, until she was writhing, and crying out for more. Her sweet nectar was incredible as I probed deeper and took in every drop of her moist liquid, causing her to cry out and crush my head in her massive thighs in a shattering orgasm.

She slowly regained her breath and I moved up between her legs with my engorged cock.

“Please Steve, I don’t think I can take you now.”

“I’ll be gentle Babe.”

I slowly moved the tip of my erect dick into her love canal, conscious of her response, and when she started to moan, I inserted all of my rod, inch my inch.

“Oh yes. God you feel good inside me. Fuck me hard Babe.”

I slowly pulled out, then thrust deeply into her and repeated my probing until both of us were out of control and drenched in sweat. The smell of animal sex filled the room as we slammed our bodies together, lost in each other’s embrace. I was reaching the point of no return, and knew that I could hold out no longer, when I heard her scream out once again in ecstasy, causing my cock to explode inside her.

I lay gasping on top of this beautiful woman and she finally released me to lay beside her after 15 minutes.

I was disappointed when she explained to me that she didn’t want a committed relationship, but I inwardly knew that no one man should claim her exclusively. I just hope and pray that one day our paths will cross again.

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Jin leaned against the soft pillows of his girlfriend Lily’s bed staring into the living room. Lying exactly where Jin was allowed the most wondrous view a man could have. Lily’s mother. Linda. Right around five shortly after school got out Linda got to cleaning the house, and until Lily got back from debate club Jin sat alone in her room waiting for her. After six years of dating Jin had become part of the Wilson’s family. Coming, and chilling in her room was considered natural a few years ago.

Everyday Linda would watch as Jin came in, and went to wait for her daughter. The first time it happened was a complete accident. Frank her husband was coming home, so taking a shower had seemed like a good idea. Shave, clean, and do all those grooming items she had to hopefully turn him on. Praying that he would get hard, and fuck her. These times were rare for her, and even when she did take care of herself she often was left alone for some sort of work he had to do.

When she got out thinking she was alone. She didn’t bother walking around in nothing more than a towel. Entering the kitchen she began her dinner chores, cleaning up the kitchen, prepping the food, and preheating the oven. Bending over to put the pan of chicken in the oven the bottom of the towel rose with the arching of her back. Revealing her pussy, and ass to whomever was behind her. Not knowing that Jin had walked in at the moment. There was no rush to cover herself, and Jin got a lengthy view his girlfriend’s mother’s pussy.

Jin’s cock had reacted immediately flexing inside his summer shorts. The thought of coughing, or alerting, or saying something completely evacuated his mind. Had any sense existed in his eighteen year old head he would have been to take some steps into the hallway, coughed, and pretended like he didn’t see anything. The porn addled mind of an eighteen year old told him this was how all those cheesy porno’s started.

Linda crossed into the living room holding a bottle of wine, and leaving Jin standing in the hallway with a raging erection. Jin came at another cross road. One was beaten, and sure. The other was far less traveled, and his english teacher always talked about that damn Robert Frost poem, and always suggested taking the road less traveled. Really the public school system was to blame for the path he chose. Jin followed Linda into the living room, and sat down across from her as she poured a glass of wine.

“Oh Jin, jesus, on a stick you scared me,” she reeled back into the couch clutching at the towel.

“Hey Linda. You didn’t need to dress up for me.”

“Ha ha, so funny. You are a quiet little mouse aren’t you. How long have you been sneaking around uh,” Linda realized that if he had come in when she was starting the food he could have seen her who ha. Taking a deep swig of her wine she winced.

“I sort of just got here. Maybe a minute? Why, were you up to no good?”

“Well I need to get dressed,” a minute would have been enough time she thought. To her surprise the thought of him seeing her didn’t bother her as much as she thought it would. It was weird, and creepy, but she wasn’t repulsed. Jin was a good looking boy. A legal man she added in her thoughts. How Lily landed him was always beyond her. Star of the football team he was considerably hotter on the popularity scale. Debate club didn’t typically attract the prettiest of girls. Taking another deep swig she pondered if she should stay or go, and found herself on a fork in the road.

“Linda you’re like family. I mean you aren’t family, but I think we can be honest, and casual around each other. I mean my mother is naked around me all the time. I’m used to it by this point,” moving closer to her motioning for her to stay.

“Your mother walks around naked?” Linda couldn’t believe it. Frank always walked around her daughter naked, and that was always strange to Linda. Maybe it actually was a normal thing.

“We all walk around naked. My dad, me, my mother, and sister. It is no big thing really. We are family so it isn’t weird,” Jin was being honest. It wasn’t weird. They had just grown up use to that, but Linda wasn’t family. While sometimes he would get turned on at home, this was something else. Something he didn’t shut off.

“Really?”

“Yeah, I’ll walk around naked if you would like. If it would make you feel more comfortable? Or I could match you. A towel!” his deep blue eyes flickered at her. Jin loved her green eyes with small black specks. They were so vibrant compared to Lily’s.

“I don’t think that is necessary…”

“So you don’t mind sticking around,” he jumped a bit, and Linda almost laughed out loud at the excitement of the boy. Running his fingers through his hair he looked at her continuing, “I like the view.”

“Are you hitting on me Jin?” Swirling the wine before her face she glared at him accusingly over the rim of her glass.

“Maybe a little playful banter, nothing unkind I swear.”

“You do realize halkalı escort that i’m your girlfriends mother. That means I’m the same age as your mother. Making me old enough to be your mother…Do you see where i’m going here.”

“But you’r’nt my mother. Like my mother, but not my mother. We can have playful, harmless banter can’t we? I mean it is fun.”

“Fun? You just want to see me sit around in my towel. Hoping for a peak,” she teased leaning forward giving Jin a small peak at her deep cleavage. The short giggle after words, had her realize she was flirting back. It was fun. It made her feel good to flirt with another human being. It had been such a long time.

“I wouldn’t be opposed. I mean you are pretty hot Linda.”

“Shut up.”

“No I swear. Whenever you show up to my games, and walk up with Lily. All the guys in the locker room talk about how hot you are and stuff. High school footballers do not lie in the locker room when it comes to women. Let me tell ya. If you are hot, and they so in there. You are hot.”

“What do they say,” she blushed. Whatever it was there was no way it could be good, but the dirtiness of it was turning her on. Twisting her thighs together she leaned forward eagerly giving Jin another peak, and encouragement to keep talking.

“I’m not sure you would want to hear it. I mean it is locker room talk.”

“I’m a grown woman. I can handle it,” once more she leaned forward squeezing her breast together this time, as she pouted her lip at him. One of her signature moves when she was younger. Now she felt slightly silly doing it, but his lustful reaction was clear to her that he loved it.

“Mostly stuff like what we would do to you if you were in the locker room. Butt stuff, breasts, mouth, trains, dp, bukkakke, you know the normal locker room stuff,” while speaking his face brightened, and his voice dropped. Linda felt this was so cute. What harm would come of some playful banter?

“What is a train, or dp, or bull cake?” she laughed her high cheek bones covering her eyes as she rolled back in her seat. Jin could make out just the tips of her inner thighs peering to get a peek through her hands, and calves.

“OH, Jin are you trying to take a peek down my towel?”

“Maybe,” he grinned, wide and goading.

“Promise to keep a secret?”

“What kind of secret?”

“The kind you can’t tell anyone. Not even your football friends, or Lily. Only you, and I could know.”

“I promise Linda Wilson. I will tell no soul as long as you desire me to. I will tell no one of what you are about to say, or do.” he added staring like a bull in heat.

With a giggle she pulled her towel back giving him a quick flash of her tummy, and freshly trimmed pussy.

“Thatiswithoutadoubtthebestsecretanyoneevertoldme,” he blurted out scrambling to find his jaw.

“I thought you would like that,” she took another sip of wine.

“Linda you’re…You’re beautiful. I hope you hear that everyday.”

“Yeah me too,” she murmured.

“What you don’t hear that everyday? I’m sorry, but Frank is a fool,” the way his chest puffed out like he was defending her honor made her take another swig staring at him quizzically.

“You know. Would you like some wine Jin?”

“Really? I’ve never had wine before.”

“Yeah. Since we are like family. I had my first wine glass with my father when I was your age.”

“Well then sure. I’d love one.”

“Okay but you have to tell me what those things are that you mentioned you boys talk about in the locker room,” she poured a generous glass for Jin, and refilled her own.

“Um you sure? They can get pretty dirty.”

“Didn’t I say I was a big girl?”

“You did…”

Noticing his attention she bribed with, “Tell you what if you tell me, and I’m not freaked out you have to even the score, and start matching me in clothing.”

“What? That is one sided. What do I get if you are freaked out,” his lustful gaze was right at her breasts, and he couldn’t even help but stare longingly.

“I’ll flash you for 20 seconds.”

“30.”

“What is this an auction?” they took a swig together, and both swallowed loudly.

“Fine 30 seconds you perv.”

“Deal.”

“Alright then spill, and prepare to lose that shirt!” she giggled, and his laugh met hers.

“So i’ll start with the most calm one, and work my way up. DP is double penetration. Typically you get two guys with a girl. One guy fucks you in the ass, while the other one is in your pussy,” his words with quick, as his eyes flashed over the white towel covering the tan flesh of Linda.

“Sorry buddy. No dice. I actually find that kind of hot. I love when Frank puts a toy in my ass, and then fucks me, or vice versa.”

“Mrs. Wilson that is fucking sexy. What piece of clothing was that again?” he said eagerly. Jumping to his feet he threw off his shirt before even waiting for her reply.

Linda noticed the flex of his abs. Jovial olgun escort showing off. Though to be honest Linda found it kind of sexy.

“So you never did a real dp?”

“What with two guys? Heavens no,” she flung her arm out to match her words of hell no.

“That is still really sexy. I’d love to see that.”

“Calm it down there tiger.”

“Sorry. Ready for the next one? It gets worst.”

“I was born ready!”

“Okay a train. Is when you get say a locker room of men to gather around a woman. Say you. Then they take turns fucking you. One after another. Dumping his load, and moving on.” Linda could feel her pussy twitch at the idea of a room of hot guys taking turns out her sore body. Linda loved sex. There was no such thing as enough, and she always feared the only way she would be satisfied would be some kinky shit like that. It was her go to porn. When she did watch porn.

“I believe that is a pair of pants,” she grinned.

“No way. Really! You are pretty cool Mrs. Wilson,” swiftly he bucked his pants to the ground standing in just his briefs. Pointing out was his hard cock. Linda brought her hand to her mouth when she saw the size of it. It wasn’t a godzilla. At Least 7 or 8 inches, but it was how thick it was. It was like a flesh covered water bottle was staring at her, with a prominent head ridged even against his underwear. A drop of precum wetting where the tent tipped. Linda never had anything that thick in her life, not even a toy.

“Wow.”

“Yeah the boys always make fun of me for it. They call me Thor. Lily was really the only girl to ever be able to take it.” So that was why she had caught him. Taking another swig of wine her mind she let slip some of it.

“So that is how she got a hunk of a boy like you.”

“Mrs. Wilson. You think i’m hot?”

“Well I mean since we are like family. I should be honest right?”

“I believe in Honesty. Yes I do. Honesty all the way,” he garbled, which pulled a giggle from her slightly drunk lips. Pouring another glass for both of them she continued.

“I think that you are considerably more attractive than my daughter, and that is a monster of a cock. So I imagine anyone who could take that thing would be worth keeping around regardless of how they looked.”

“Are you saying i’m only with your daughter cause she can take my cock?”

“Am I wrong?” she glared at him over the rim of her glass. Daring him to lie.

“No. Sorry.”

“Don’t be. She is a lucky girl to be handling that thing.”

“Would you like to?”

“Lets not get ahead of our self now. You got one last one. Linda knew what all three were, but watching him blush as he explained these raunchy sex acts to her was really turning her on. What was wrong with playful banter, right?

“Okay. Bukkake, is when you get a crowd of guys. Crowd around a reall hot lady. Such as yourself, and they just cum on her for hours, and hours. Just as much semen as they could blast on her. Even when they already cummed. They sit there jerking it waiting for another load.”

“OH My,” she feigned, “that is insane. People really do that?”

“Yeah one time we got Rachel. One of the cheerleaders to come in. She said that if we played a perfect game against our rivals she would blow each of us in the locker room right after game. We never played so amazing in our lives.”

“I remember that game. We were waiting outside for almost two hours waiting for you. Was that what you were doing! You dog! Tell me all about it!”

“Well I mean she just came in took off her outfit kneeled in the center, and said ok who is first. Coach was in the office, and our qb rushed over pulled his shit right out for her to suck. We lined up after that. Each of us taking turns cumming on her face…OH MY MRS. WILSONS whatareyoudoing?”

“Hmm? I have to flash you for thirty seconds remember. I figured I’d just enjoy your story a bit. You don’t mind do you?” Linda towel lay forgotten on the couch, and her fingers pinched her nipples, as her hips thrust against her hand. Staring at his broad chest Linda bite her lip as a quiver sent a spasm in both of her legs. Jin’s cock bobbed in the sky, and she licked her lips nodding at him to continue.

“Well fuck. Okay. Well It gets to be my turn, and I pull it out. She practically faints right there, and does her best to take it down her mouth. She barely gets the very tip of it in her mouth, and she says fuck it, bends over, and decides maybe she could take me in her pussy. While rocking on my cock she calls out for someone to put a cock in her mouth, and our coach does so. She is so out of it by this point she doesn’t even realize coach is shoving this long cock down her throat. Her hips are rocking against my cock, but we aren’t making much room there. So she just grinds against me using her pussy lips like a hand cradling my cock while our coach is shoving his cock so far down her throat I thought it was going to touch şişli escort me. All around the room guys are jerking off. She is pulling coachs dick out of her throat she would turn to swallow a load, and then turn back to trying to take all of coach’s dick. Finally I spurt onto her back, and the crowd murmured how hot it was,” With Linda openly masterbating in front of him Jin couldn’t help but to stroke his own cock.

“I’m sorry do you mind?” pulling his shorts down his cock bobbed in front of her thick lips. Precum spilling out of the tip. It took everything for Linda not to dive lips first onto that thick juicy looking cock. Suck up all that precum he was offering, “It was just getting so tight in there.”

“No that is fine. Continue.”

“Well they turn her over, and position her so one guy could her pussy, one in her ass, and coach in her mouth. That was coach’s mouth. I mean by the time I left she just kept begging for it to come back whenever a guy used her to dump his cum. I heard she stopped letting anyone cum in her mouth after I left. Her pussy, and ass was fine. The mouth was his,” Linda breasts swayed with her constant jiggle, and Jin couldn’t help the small amount of precum that shot out. Landing right on her nipple. Brown, and wide like a fluffy pancake.

“Shit sorry. I can’t control my precum that much. It just shots out.”

“Like a rocket I might add. Jesus. You painted me,” she giggled. Squeezing her chest together creating a small river of semen, “I think that is more cum then when Frank does it for real.”

“Really? You should see when I cum for real. That is a joke compared to that.”

“OH? Is that an offer?”

“Would you like it to be?”

“I think I might. Try not to get it on me this time.”

“I’ll do my best…Can I touch em?”

“Huh?”

“Your breasts…It would help me cum.”

“You cheeky devil you,” she teased. Standing over him she sat on his lap his cock trapped between their stomachs, “Squeeze away.”

JIn tugged at her nipples, and quickly latched his mouth onto her round nipples. Licking as if she might pull him away at any second. When she didn’t he slowed down the pace, and really started to enjoy the softness of her flesh. Everything was so much more soft than with Lily, and it was amazing. It was so comfortable. He could feel himself getting lost in his sensations. The bottom of her breasts was rubbing against his cock, and his hips started to grinding against her.

“So you said she was grabbing your cock with her pussy lips right?”

“Yeah,” he said with an airy sigh. Scratching at her back. The arch of her spine sent his tongue dancing over her stomach.

“I’m trying to picture that. Was that like this?” she pulled back so that her pussy was bare with his cock. Pressing in she slowly squeezed upwards, and then back down.

“OH MY GOD. There is a god. You are so fucking hot Mrs. Wilson.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Does that feel good?”

“Yes. It feels fucking amazing.”

“Hey where are your manners?”

“I mean. Yes, It feels amazing,” pulling off his cock. She stared sternly at him.

“It feels amazing, what?”

“Ma’am?” she edged closer to his cock waiting for him to catch on. Drool was seeping out of her pussy onto his thighs. For some reason she felt like she needed to be in control. No she enjoyed being in control. This boy wasn’t going to dominate her like her husband attempted to do. No. He was her toy.

“Yes, It feels amazing ma’am,” he guessed hoping that was what she wanted to hear. Pleased she pressed back down on him, and pulled up his hips following her pull.

“So while we are here. Why don’t you tell me what you, and my daughter have done,” she commanded. Without thinking he replied.

“Well. We’ve fucked, 69, threesome, foursome, anal, and some roleplaying,” she pulled back waiting for him to catch on. Quickly he added ma’am praying with his eyes that was right. When she continued he made a note to add that to the end of every answer.

“Three some, and foursomes with my little girl?”

“Yeah the first time was a foursome. Me, and my best friend took our girls out to the beach. We started fucking on the boat out in the open, and everything. When he suggested we swap. I said hell yeah, and the girls didn’t totally object. By the time it started we were all really into it. After that Lily loved setting up threesomes, and foursomes pretty much whenever she could, ma’am.”

“Would you like to eat my pussy Jin?”

“Yes, ma’am, very much so,” he nodded eagerly, and when she pushed down on his shoulder he took the hint diving between her thighs. Linda sipped her glass of wine from the table as her daughter’s boyfriend’s tongue lavished over her pussy. She could get use to something like this.

“Hmm, yes like that. Swirl your tongue around the clit a bit more,” Linda’s back arched as she felt the heat from her daughter’s boyfriend’s tongue.

“YGHU LGHSE THAGT?”

“No talking. More licking,” Jin understood. Swirling his tongue up, and down her pussy he did his best to do as she asked.

“A bit more to the left…Yes…YES…FUCK!”

Had they paid more attention the two of them in the throes of their orgasmic bliss would have maybe heard her husband Frank enter the house. Maybe the dropping of the groceries would have been heard. Even the intake of breath as Frank watched some young man between his wife.

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