My First Threesome

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I had a very conventional upbringing and introduction to sex with my earliest sexual experience in college with my first serious boyfriend. I only had two more sexual partners before my marriage at 25. My married sex life was also quite conventional, nothing kinky or unusual, but always satisfying for both of us and we raised three healthy, well adjusted kids to adulthood.

I certainly had my share of sexual fantasies like everyone does, but certainly never seriously considered bringing them to life. The possible negative consequences for my personal reputation, job, marriage and family relationships always outweighed any desire to bring any fantasy to reality. But as I got older and children grew up and moved away and I became divorced I realized there were fewer restraints on my personal life, especially with respect to my sex life. But I had no idea how to bring any fantasies to reality, no matter much they fired my imagination.

I had my first threesome when I was 50 years old. I wasn’t looking for the experience when it happened but I’m glad it happened the way it did. My husband of 25 years was not involved even though he had expressed interest in trying it several times over the years. The thought of it did not really turn me on at all. His idea of a threesome was another male friend/acquaintance of ours joining us but I couldn’t handle the thought of being naked and having sex with another man I had already known for years while my husband watched us.

And having another man watch my husband and I doing it seemed even more weird. How do you face a friend in normal social situations after something like that? Or his wife? No way.

I only ever strayed once during our marriage (another story for another time) though I definitely fantasized about sex with other men regularly and my masturbation fantasies were populated with certain attractive male co-workers or a desirable husband in our social circle. And like all wives I would occasionally fantasize during sex with my husband, imagining that I was being fucked by another man. During those fantasy sessions with my husband, I would always maneuver into a spoon position or ‘doggystyle’ (I hate that term, btw, but LOVE the position) since it was easier to imagine being fucked by my fantasy lover while being fucked from behind. I would always cum more violently during those sessions, sometimes multiple orgasms, prompting a puzzled response from my husband. I convinced him it was the position, not my active imagination that caused my intense response. From talking with other wives I know I’m not abnormal at all in this way.

I also believe a solid marriage isn’t harmed by continuing to practice flirtatious behavior with the right man in the right circumstances. There’s no reason to completely abandon those interpersonal skills as long as one avoids crossing certain boundaries. Flirting isn’t being a ‘cocktease’ and it isn’t license to sexually grope a woman who you know is married, unless she has already let the man know that’s what she wants. Mutual flirtation always gives me an emotional lift and usually leads to good sex later–with my husband, not my flirtatious companion. I noticed that my husband was always a little turned on when he saw someone flirting with me at a social occasion. Probably a connection to his threesome fantasies.

My closest girlfriend for many years, Susan, and her husband Tim had been good friends of ours for years. My husband and I had socialized regularly with her and her husband over the years while they were married and we had kids about the same age. School functions and sports events also brought us into regular contact until our kids were grown and moved away. Sue and Tim divorced several years before my husband and I divorced and I always envied the way she handled it all, maintaining an active social life and always upbeat, not angry or depressed over the split. We no longer socialized as a couple with Sue or Tim, but I still saw her regularly on my own since our friendship was not predicated on either of us being part of a ‘couple’.

I got vicarious enjoyment out of our monthly ‘Friday night wine tasting’ sessions as she related her latest relationship sagas to me. She dated regularly and enjoyed an active sex life, hooking up with the occasional loser but still very much enjoying the good lovers she got to have sex with. Over time I got the sense my husband resented the time I spent with Sue alone, as if she was somehow ‘not a good influence’ for me, as her ‘lifestyle’ was unhealthy for her and me. Of course that just caused me to value my time with her all the more.

Sue eventually settled on a long-term relationship bursa escort with one guy, Ed, a few years younger than her, also divorced who lives in another state. She found that was the ideal situation as she values her ‘me time’ in her own home and then enjoying his visits all the more when he came to town. I got to meet him several times while visiting Sue for our usual get togethers and always made sure not to stay too late so they could spend as much time in the sack as possible.

He is Definitely a handsome well-built man who works as a carpenter/contractor. Nice biceps and pecs, narrow waist and looks good in tight jeans and tight T-shirt. I instantly added him to my roster of fantasy lovers for masturbation sessions and even during sex with my husband. I never told my husband about the times I spent with Sue while her boyfriend was there as I knew he would consider that crossing a line in some way.

One Friday night a year ago I was visiting Sue and her bf when a sudden blizzard blew in. Her home is in the foothills outside of Denver up a winding highway, treacherous enough in daylight and good weather but downright life-threatening in the dark with ice slicked surfaces and after several glasses of wine. She and Ed insisted I stay overnight in one of the extra bedrooms and I was in no mood to disagree. I called my husband to let him know I’d be home in the morning after the ice and snow had at least partly melted–he was about to call and tell me not to drive home after seeing the weather and hazardous driving warnings on TV, so thankfully no argument over me spending more time with Sue (I didn’t mention Ed).

Sue lent me a nightie of hers to wear and I went to bed in what used to be one of her kids’ old bedrooms down the hall from the master bedroom. I definitely slept like a log shortly after putting my head on the pillow. Several hours into my sleep I started to have an erotic dream, I can’t even remember the details of it but I awoke feeling very wet already. And I immediately heard the stimulus for my late night dream–the sounds of Sue and Ed going at it from their bedroom. Hilarious! She had long ago regaled me with tales of the wonderous length and girth of Ed’s cock: “The largest I’ve ever had in me!”. Another reason he was in my roster of fantasy fuck buddies.

I was wide awake so I figured I might as well make the best of the situation and immediately put my hand into my already soaking panties and masturbated to a wonderful orgasm to the sounds of their lovemaking, imagining I was trying to lower myself onto Ed’s very large throbbing cock, feeling every bump and swollen vein making it’s way into my very tight pussy. They paused briefly after what was obviously a very loud orgasm by Sue before starting again! And I had no trouble getting myself off a second time, though for the second orgasm I actually imagined that Sue and I were pleasuring each other rather than Ed providing the stimulation. I couldn’t tell which fantasy gave me the stronger orgasm.

The next morning at breakfast I never let on that I had heard their vigorous (and long-lasting) session of the night before. And I especially didn’t let on that I had been a vicarious and satisfied participant with them. I was still wet driving home late that morning. I even made sure my wet panties were at the bottom of the laundry hamper after I changed so my husband wouldn’t accidentally see the results of my late-night horniness and get the wrong idea of what I had been doing. Though I suppose a part of me wanted him to see the results of my fantasy fucking so I could tell him what I was masturbating to.

Over the ensuing year I found out about my husband’s infidelity with a co-worker that had been going on for quite some time. We separated, he moved out and I kept the house. We aren’t divorced but it’s only a matter of time. And naturally Sue has been my main source of support and comfort, though I tried not to abuse her time and over burden her with my problems. I was in no mood to start dating and even found it difficult to work up the enthusiasm to even masturbate over the usual fantasies that once turned me on. My libido was definitely at it’s lowest ebb. I was sure menopause, weight gain and hot flashes would not be far behind. Though my ob/gyn assured me my hormone levels and plumbing were in prime shape.

Sue was very encouraging, adding her certainty that I would find a hot guy interested in me. Her proof of that possibility was her own bf, Ed. She noted that Ed had said on several occasions that he found me very attractive and even fantasized about a threesome with both of us, or even bursa escort bayan just fucking me solo if she gave her permission!

She put a damper on that by saying she wouldn’t let that happen since she only wanted me to herself, rather than share me with someone else! Holy shit. I tried not to spit out my glass of wine over those comments, but thanked her. And kissed her, lingering slightly as I did so. We were both flushed red over that moment. I left her house shortly after that but her comments were always swirling around in my head for weeks after that and strangely my failing libido started to return. I could even masturbate to orgasm fantasizing about Ed fucking me with his huge cock or Sue and I doing a wild 69.

A few weeks after that conversation Sue invited me over for dinner with her and Ed as he was in town for a weekend visit. I quickly accepted since it had been a while since we had seen each other and I was looking forward to a few hours of socializing with compatible people after a week of stressful work. I came straight from work (teacher/librarian at a Middle School) wearing my usual work ‘uniform’: white blouse, pearls, knee length pencil skirt, hose and comfortable low-heeled shoes. I was ready to relax, drink some wine and eat some pasta with Ed’s fantastic home made sauce recipe.

We stayed up talking long after dinner and had too much Pinot Noir, post meal. It was time to go but I was definitely a bit tipsy getting up from the sofa and there was no hiding it from my hosts.

Sue was emphatic: “It’s definitely bedtime for you, no way you’re driving home in this condition.” I couldn’t argue otherwise and both she and Ed got up to help me up stairs. I insisted I was ok but kicked off my shoes to get up the stairs a bit easier and Ed and Sue each gently took a forearm to guide me. It wasn’t until we were already in the master bedroom that I realized we weren’t heading to my usual overnight stay in her daughter’s old bedroom.

“You guys don’t have to give up your bedroom for me just because I’m a little tipsy!”

Sue leaned into my ear and almost whispered “Who said anything about giving up our bedroom?”

I giggled nervously at her obvious joke, as she stood in front of me and started to unbutton my blouse. Ed was standing behind me, hands gently on my waist, when I felt him slowly unbutton and begin pulling down the zipper at the back of my skirt. I audibly gasped as Sue put a finger to her lips and gave me a “hush darling”.

She had my blouse completely unbuttoned before I could make even a weak attempt to move my hands to her wrists in response. Ed already had my skirt pulled down past my knees. They weren’t joking about anything. My whole body shivered in anticipation at that moment and my blouse was on the floor.

“My, my, aren’t we the sexy little vixen!” Sue said as she took in what I was wearing underneath my ‘school’ attire: my sexiest, see-through, flesh tone, matching bra and panties and thigh high stockings. I always like to dress sexy underneath when I know I’m going out, whether it’s a date with a guy or just a social occasion in the presence of attractive men. Not because I expect to undress foranyone, but simply to feel good about myself in social settings. But now my attire and my sudden awareness of how I looked in front of them suddenly turned up the heat several notches for all three of us. I stepped out of my skirt as it fell to my ankles and I could hear Ed taking off his clothes behind me in the dimly lit room.

Sue pulled me toward her and kissed me lightly, then passionately on the lips as she slid one hand down to stroke my pussy, outside my panties. Ed pressed up against me, naked now. I was already getting very wet and my breath was coming in ragged gasps when I felt his hard cock against the small of my back. With the difference in our height, I could feel the warm shaft from just above my ass and running up my spine for what seemed a ridiculous length. I instantly knew Sue hadn’t been exaggerating one bit, even without actually seeing his cock.

Now Sue’s hand was inside my panties, her fingers going slowly over my clit, and partway into my pussy. I thought I heard her moaning before I realized it was me doing the moaning. I was involuntarily grinding against both of them now. My legs felt weak and shaky as Ed pulled my panties all the way to my ankles and I obligingly stepped out of them. Sue had almost all of her clothes off as Ed unclasped my bra and I let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor.

They guided me to the bed and onto my back. Ed was to my side, his mouth on my right breast, escort bursa taking in my rock hard nipple as one hand gently kneaded my other breast. Sue opened my legs and kissed her way down my thighs to my pussy, cupping her hands under my ass and lifting gently as her tongue entered me. This was complete sensory overload for me. It was like every one of my erogenous buttons was being pressed at the same time. I was going to cum like crazy, it was just a matter of when and how hard.

Sue started using one hand in my pussy while running her tongue over my clit like the expert she obviously was. First one finger then two, then three. Slowly at first, then more rapidly. My hips were starting to rise and fall involuntarily. Ed moved his mouth from one breast to the other, sucking my now super sensitive nipples that felt ready to explode. My whole body felt like one of those wind up ‘jack in the box’ toys where you crank the handle until the little clown head pops out after a certain number of turns. But now it was like the handle had been cranked a hundred turns past my normal explosion point. No matter how I squirmed and writhed to try and start the release of my orgasm, it was just going to happen on its own and it was going to be huge.

Suddenly my back arched involuntarily and I couldn’t help screaming in a mixture of agony and pleasure. It was as if an invisible wire running from my pussy to the base of my skull had just shot an electric charge through my entire torso. It came in several equally strong, back-arching pulses and I couldn’t help screaming in ecstasy with each pulse until it finally subsided. After it stopped I could only lay there gasping to catch my breath. They both continued gently stroking my body while I came out of the fog of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced.

Before I knew what was happening Ed was turning me on my side and spooning forcefully against my backside. That long, hard cock was once again pressing against me, this time lower, getting between my ass cheeks. Sue was now sucking my nipples and again reaching down to my clit, but more gently, realizing how sensitive it was after such an intense orgasm.

I was too weak to do anything in response as Ed used both hands to open me up from behind and press the head of his cock against my pussy lips. He was slow, shallow and rhythmic in his initial thrusts, and I knew right away I was about to have the largest cock inside me that I’ve ever had. He kept putting more and more of his cock into me. The thickness and the length of it took my breath away with each slow, gradually deepening thrust. Sue gently pressed my clit against his cock as it slid in and out of me, giving just the right amount of stimulation to guarantee another orgasm. Her lips on my nipples gave me even more stimulation than I could handle.

Finally he was all the way in me and I had to lift my upper leg and wrap it partly around Sue to accommodate his whole cock with any measure of comfort. The rise to orgasm started all over again just like before and I thought I could handle it and control it better than the first time, but no such luck. My body kept winding up and up like before, well past my usual explosion point. I tried to grind my pussy a bit more against Sue and even pushed back against Ed’s huge cock to take him even deeper into me to set off my climax again, to no avail. Once again I was no longer in control of my own body. Then like before it just washed over me like a tsunami. They were both holding me tightly sandwiched between them this time. I couldn’t easily release all that built up tension with my arms pinned and laying on my side. So my whole body shook violently as the orgasm coursed through me over and over again.

Ed suddenly stopped thrusting and jammed his cock deeper into me one last time and kept it there as it pulsated for what seemed like a half dozen times. I could feel a blast of warm cum shooting up into me with each pulse, something I often feel when a man cums inside me. But this was different, an ocean of cum was going into me, so much that it was rapidly running out of me, down my ass, onto the bedspread in a warm pool. Sue and Ed both began laughing at the spectacle of my two sudden and overwhelming orgasms. I could hardly fault them. Glancing at the digital clock on the night table over Sue’s shoulder I saw that only 15 minutes had elapsed since we stepped into the bedroom. Holy fuck!

My head was throbbing, something I haven’t experienced from having an orgasm before, but these were so intense the only cause for my throbbing head had to be from cumming so hard, so quickly. I even googled the topic later to find it really is a ‘thing’. Crazy.

Even in my dazed state I knew I had to do something to reciprocate, especially for Sue. I had never engaged in any sort of sex act with a woman before but I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to eat her pussy and make her cum.

To be continued…

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Sequel to ‘With No End in Sight’

Nicole marvelled that Ėtienne continued to go along with her plans that they met when it suited her and not when her ardent young lover could not stay away. The fact remained that he had become obsessed with her. He had been ever since their first time together. It followed Leo and Emma Archembeau’s swinger’s beach party, her close friends living not so far from her rented holiday apartment.

There, he had seen her being pegged by a former lover in full view of other guests and she had heard him call out to her. He had been shameless in his pursuit, and she had let him in when he had persuaded her to go swimming, their skins all oiled-up and Étienne’s mouth and hands never far from claiming her large and heavy breasts.

She loved his attention to them, to all of her in what he did and knew so much of, even for a young guy, but he’d been obsessed by their flashy weight, and it had continued over three exhausting and passionate nights, times when she agreed to see him and be in Ėtienne’s company, in her rented holiday apartment or when they went out to dinner, looked in at a late opening gallery or street art and she could regale him on the skills needed for painting or, in her case, her love of sculpture and wood carvings.

The boy, for he was only twenty-three to her forty-five, was gifted in other ways and not just in her bed, where he claimed her body in tempestuous and prolonged ruts that she wanted but soon wasted her. She had to have time, and some energy and mental agility, to continue with her work while she was living at the edge of this Cote D’Azur resort.

‘What am I going to do with you and your ways?’ she smiled.

They sat on her small balcony and shared a breakfast, he wearing only his pouch briefs and she in a skimpy, see-through nightdress that was cool. There was no mistaking that she inflamed his senses all over again. ‘Do you think of anything else when you’re with me, I wonder?’

Nicole couldn’t keep from stroking his thigh. The sight of all that he brought to her was shaped perfectly. It aroused, again, a shiver of longing that the touch of his questing hand to the soft skin of her legs made so acute.

‘You are on fire….I see it in your eyes…feel it here.’

She knew that her pussy lips were wet and that it she was burning up all over again. She felt sore and tender on account of what he had done with her gaziantep escort through the night. It seemed as if she had hardly slept but had ridden him or he had pounded into her, all finesse forsaken. It had ben to possess her body that had driven him on, and she had been overwhelmed by both pleasure and dismay.

How was she ever to end this tempestuous affair, that was more about her body than of her body and mind? There seemed an absence of true companionship, but she blamed herself for letting him in after their tryst in the sea, and for too many times to remember since that day. The beach party had been the start of it all. It; seemed to have tripped a switch that brought him to her door, her bed and her body.

‘Do you want me to go and stay away? I’m greedy, I know but you’re irresistible to me..’ He asked it as his fingers stroked over her thigh and soon felt her moistness. ‘You have your art…I have that contraption to tie me to a different world where you are not.’

He was seen to point to his laptop. He had spent time on it in the small living room as she worked out on the balcony. The effects of the sun on her skin were gloriously apparent, as it was in her hair. He called her his goddess and how was she to ignore that or the touches that he again offered as she got up from her chair and soon straddled him, the hem of her nightdress pulled up around her waist.

‘This…we do this again and then you must go,’ she gasped through their kisses as she leant forward to tug his straining penis free from those briefs. Nicole brushed its tip over her pussy lips before shifting enough to settle on him. She was so wet he glided into her with little or no resistance.

‘You’re one needy woman,’ he kissed, gripping her hips to set Nicole on her way to claiming him.

She again held his head to her breasts; felt his lips lock on her nipples before she leant back and felt his hard cock stretch and fill her needy body, her hole wet and hot for him. She groaned as she rocked and tugged in a slow mesmerising rhythm, the wooden seat creaking as she rose and fell, her feet pressing down on the warm slabs of the balcony.

‘Needy, yes…and that prick of yours finds me so quickly!’

Her vagina seemed to have come alive in no time at all as she felt his first touches only moments ago. He brought so much. His prick and its bulbous tip so near gaziantep escort bayan to her heat, his length touching places that had her move with increasing urgency. He was letting her fuck him in this way. Ėtienne simply stilled the jerking sway of her tits with that mouth of his and then silenced her snorted kisses, slipped his tongue deep into her mouth and she sucked on it as his lover, She felt wanton. She was wayward and knew that he had a place in her life just as she occupied a few hours, or days, in his. It would be a passionately pursued but short-lived affair between them. She wanted it all while she could claim him.

She felt him kick at the table and make way for him to lift her, still impaled on him and to carry her into the cool of the apartment and to tumble onto the bed. She had shuddered as they stepped uncertainly, she with her legs wrapped around his hips and his swollen prick easing and stretching her. Now he was torn from her body and she felt empty.

His hands caressed the hot skin of her thighs as Ėtienne slid down, his kisses and touches goading her to open for him still further before he entered. He pushed her questing hands away and drove his rigid and swollen penis deep into her until his belly slapped against her butt cheeks, his energy unforgiving and his breaths of effort caressing her face like a hot desert wind.

‘I want this…and you…if I have to leave you!’

‘I want that! I need to work…and have time to myself! You’re unreal…like an animal!’

‘But I care…’

‘Not enough!’

In spite of all that they gasped out on heated breaths of effort, of spending and giving, she caressed his body with her hands and flailing legs, her thighs on his bucking hips and her feet smoothing the skin his calves. She had to please him and take what she could from his feral acts in her and on her; the tugging clamp of his mouth on her breasts, her throat and face, before his lips again silenced her cries to him.

She thought her former lover, Max was gifted in his ways and blessed with what he brought to her, but Etienne brought the selfish ways of the young in his loving of her body; it had to be that and no more.

The swollen tip of his penis, and its girth, caressed and stretched her slicked haven as he pulled back and then tamped down onto the place he had temporarily forsaken. She screamed through escort gaziantep his kisses and wondered about his control. She felt the tension in his buttocks as if he was holding back the inevitable until he had brought her to an orgasm.

She groaned and gripped his body. ‘Just come…let it all go…flood me with it… with all that you feel for me!’

She’d deal with the consequences.

She knew he had not put on a rubber and felt ecstatic from the unconfined pleasure of skin in skin.

Who has breakfast with the packet on the table in case you couldn’t keep your hands off each other? She laughed in her pleasure and what had arisen in her mind. She could feel his movements deep within her. He no longer tugged and kissed her breasts, but he fucked her, and she felt movements so achingly pleasurable and wanton. Her pussy had become so sensitive from last night’s tumult and now his ways would make her feel so raw and used. Whatever he did was reaching a crescendo and driving her insane. She pulled him in, tighter, with what remained of her strength. Raw intensity would overcome the practised giving of pleasure.

‘I’ll make you remember me!’ he yelled, and she felt his body spasm as his jetting streams of cum slicked her wet haven and she gripped on him; her cunt walls gripped and tugged on him as she finally felt the rush of her second orgasm crash over her, her cunt squeezing and easing until they had nothing left to give or take from each other.

‘You darling…I’ll never know of it again…quite like this,’ she whispered as Etienne slowly collapsed and lay in her arms, his prick still in her, but already growing softer and flaccid. She had won again.

She met his look upon her as she gently lifted his head from between her breasts.

‘You know that we can only love by appointment. I can’t have you staying here all the time. It’s elfish, I know, but I’ve met you in every way I can and when you ask this of me…’

Etienne nodded and slowly bent to kiss her lips.

‘I couldn’t bear to see that man with you at the party. You deserved someone hungrier for you…the woman.’

Nicole wondered what to say in reply.

She knew, or felt, that it would be some time before her pussy walls recovered from what he had brought and done with her. She might even get to believe that with him she had shared in a loving act, and not just the wild rutting of two hungering people who had only just met, and in the strangest of circumstances.

Swingers parties were no longer for her to pursue.

She didn’t want to feel that it no longer mattered what two people did when naked in each other’s arms, and their hormones raced to find full expression through deeds and empty words.

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“A truck, huh?” Maddie said as it became obvious where we were going. I enjoyed the hell out of watching her hair bounce and chest move as she tried to match stride with me while wearing biker boots which matched the base maroon leathers with twin yellow stripes running along the arms and legs.

“Yup, a big ole lifted, goes-where-I-want truck,” I answered as I beeped the truck unlocked. “A bike, huh?”

“I like the sensation of speed.”

I opened her door and offered my hand. Or something vibrating between your legs.

“Oh, a gentleman!” she cooed, stepping up and in.

“Not exactly a gentleman.” I shut the door and crossed to the driver side. Settling in, I gave her a crooked smile. “I just wanted to check out your butt in that snug leather.”

She gasped and slapped my shoulder. “You’re so bad!” She clicked her seat belt in place and I admired the way the belt nestled between her boobs.

“I thought you already knew that?” I started it up. “Do you need a refresher course?”

I could swear I saw a gleam in her eyes there in the shadows made from the street lights. “I really think I do,” she softly said, gripping my thigh.

I leaned over and kissed her quickly, breaking away just as she started to kiss back. “Awww,” she complained.

“I didn’t peg you for a biker chick,” I remarked, staring up and letting the engine warm. “Oh, wait, you do meet one requirement.”

“Besides having the bike?” she asked.

“While all biker chicks must ride a bike, not all biker chicks must own a bike,” I pointed out.

“I check both those boxes,” she said, rubbing my thigh. “What’s the one you’re thinking of?”

“Biker chicks gotta have big titties,”

She pushed her chest out, causing the belt to dig into the valley and accentuate both peaks. “Triple check!” she announced. We both laughed and her hand slid up until her little finger rubbed my right nut. I felt it squirm and my cock plumped up. She definitely needed a refresher course.

First things first, I thought. “Which way are we going?” I asked, putting it into drive and easing toward the parking lot exit.

She asked a few questions just to get my priorities and then gave me the go-here-turn-there-at-the-light-do this play by play. Out of habit, at every stop sign or traffic light, I looked behind us.

She laughed after the third time. “Are we being followed?”

“You would be if the guys around here had any sense,” I answered. “No, it’s just something I do.”

Since I didn’t want to leave the base, she took me to a little combo diner and shopette. We took a booth and She wanted to sit beside me until I pointed out I couldn’t admire her if she wasn’t across the table.

“But there are other advantages,” she cooed and leaned into me, pushing her breast into my arm, and cupping my balls. I was convinced.

I ordered meatloaf, smashed potatoes with gravy, and corn bread. She went with a turkey club sandwich. As we munched, I filled her in about meeting her housemate and then the confusing little episode with Master Sergeant Wentworth. She nodded as I spoke, and I could tell she had something on her mind but wasn’t ready to let it out.

“Don’t like fries?” I asked, indicating the veggies she had ordered as her side instead of the standard. “They aren’t good for my figure,” she explained.

“I love your figure, it’s great,” I said seriously. “Stand up.”

“What?” as she was about to take another bite of her sandwich.

“Stand up. Right there,” I pointed past her. She hesitated, looking at me. “Come on,” I insisted. “do it for me.”

She put her meal down, said “Okay, for you,” squeezed my dick for emphasis, then slid out of the booth to stand.

I blatantly looked her over. Her cheeks pinked a bit as I obviously checked her out from her tousled dark hair in its loose waves, to her wide eyes, high cheek bones set in a round face with full lips that kissed so well, down her neck, over the rise of her bosom down her waist, over her hips and between her legs, then all the way down to her feet.

“I fucking love your shape,” I sighed. She smiled, face glowing as she regained her seat. I leaned toward her. I lowered my voice and almost growled at her. “I love your pretty face, I love your mouth, I love what you do to me with it, I love your tits, I love how they fill my hands, I love how they move when I ram into you, I love how hard your nipples get,” she wasn’t breathing, just staring at me, listening, “I love how my hands fit over your hips, I love the way you fit around me, I love how your move when I’m inside you, I love how your juicy pussy bathes my balls when you fuck me back, I love how your ass looks when I’m behind you ramming you, and I love how you use your legs to pull me in deeper into you. I fucking love every bit of you.”

She licked her lips and drew a shaky breath.

She slipped back into the booth. “Can we go back to your room now?” She sent one hand to stroke me.

“No,” I said, scooping a fork of potatoes into my samsun escort mouth, doing my best to act unaffected even if the direction of my blood flow made me a liar.

“NO!?” she almost shouted, her hand freezing. The woman at the counter looked over, eyebrows raised.

“Well, not ‘no’,” I amended. “Just not right now.” She frowned and her lower lip pushed out. God, I wanted to bite it. “Don’t worry, my hot little Staff Sergeant, we will return but first –“

“What?” It was her turn to growl. “But first what?” Her grip lost its tenderness.

“Are you wet?” I shot back.

She gave me the cutest little frown of consternation, glanced around, then nodded. “As much as you are hard.” Again, I was enthralled with the way her hair moved.

“Good,” I said, popping the last chunk of protein into my gullet. “I like the idea that I make your pussy wet.”

“Goddammit,” she growled again, “you are so fuckin’ mean!” Her hand left me.

“Back in the room,” I knocked back the last of my coffee. “Was I nice?”

“Nice? No, you weren’t nice, but–“

I leaned closer to her. “Did you cum?”

“What?”

“Back in my room. Did you cum?”

She pinked up again and hung her head just a bit, her hair shading her face.

“You know I did,” she whispered.

“Damned straight you did,” I affirmed, and bussed her. I put a couple bucks under my empty cup. “I think we should stick with what works. Finish that or bring it, we have to get going.”

She, frowned, took another bite and, as she chewed, I could see she had came to a resolution as her face cleared. She swallowed, returning the sandwich remnants to her plate.

“I’m ready, let’s go,” she said, sliding out. “I don’t want to waste any more time.”

I stood, pulled her close and kissed her hard, holding her ass as I pushed my groin into hers. Her hands went to the back of my head and she gave as good as she got in both the kiss and body contact.

“Me neither,” I grinned when we broke the kiss. “C’mon. We left, she holding my arm.”

I again watched her ass when she got into my truck. This time she knew she was watched, so she gave a waggle before sitting down and over her shoulder sent me sultry little smile before I shut the door.

From my seat I asked, “Are those new? The leathers?”

“Not really. I’ve had them since I got the bike.”

“You look good in ’em,” I said steering onto the road. “Good thing they are dark considering how much I think your pussy is drooling.” She gasped.

“Which way to the gym?” I asked.

Once again, she played guide, once more she played with my dick, tried to get me to skip the gym and go back to the room, pulled her jacket zipper down to show off cleavage and, between giving directions, opined that if I had been smart, I would have gotten a bench seat so she could suck me as I drove. Regardless of her affectionate attention, we arrived safe and sound. We passed a few cars leaving but there were still about a dozen scattered around the parking lot. I pulled up near the glass double door and gazed inside. Some folks in athletic gear were clustered near the door, chatting. Others were within view, still working up a sweat. I assumed they were all active duty or dependents. Some were there to be fit and some were there to hook up. Some for both. It is hard to ignore scantily clad healthy bodies even if one’s intentions are pure.

I squinted at the lettering on the door. “When does it close?”

She glanced at my dashboard clock. “In about fifteen minutes. It stays open longer on Saturdays.”

“Cool. Thanks.” Inside, overhead lights blinked on and off. The chatty mob started to break up, people moving toward the door. I looked around the outside, taking in the building and parking lot. I eased the truck away, hopefully before we were noticed. In my rear view, I saw a powerfully built good looking man accompanied by a stout plain woman with artillery shell-like boobs leave the gym. He was limping and I thought at first he had suffered muscle strain but he turned and the light swept over the gimp leg showing me twisted, jagged scars. The two exchanged a few words and she hugged him. He didn’t grind her, but I could tell she made an effort to push into him. They moved apart, she gave him a wave and walked away, putting some extra sway in her step. Now he waited, looking inside. Okay, enough waiting around, I thought. I took my foot off the brake to ease my truck around the corner of the building.

Hey,” I said, as I pulled into a deeply shadowed spot on the side of the building. “were you serious back in the diner?”

“About what?”

“About not wanting to waste time?”

She got a big smile and nodded. “Serious as a heart attack.” She twisted in her seat and pointed. “To get back to the dorm, go –“

I shut off the engine.

“What’s going on?” she asked, a trace of nervousness in her voice.

“Thought we’d stop wasting time,” I replied.

She began to point again. “But escort samsun tha–” She abruptly stopped speaking when I got out of the truck. She watched me walk around to her door and as I opened it.

“You’re going to have to get out for a second,” I told her. She undid her seat belt and joined me on the ground. I took her seat, reached down, and adjusted to slide backward and then made the back recline. Her face wore an expression of puzzlement.

From my laid-back position, I motioned her to join me. “Come on up.”

“You want me to sit in your lap?”

I smiled. “I want you to straddle me. Step up, swing your leg over so you’re on my lap facing me.”

“Ohhh.. oh, okay!” she chirped as she got the picture. Within a few seconds she had done so, her groin pressed against mine. I relaxed and gripped her waist.

“Better?” I asked.

“It’s okay,” she looked around at the not quite deserted parking lot, “but not as good as your room.”

“Oh, ye of little imagination,” I said, slipping my hands up to cup her leather covered breasts. I gave them a good squeeze and then reached up with one hand to pull her face down to mine. After a split second of resistance, she yielded, and our lips met.

As we kissed, our tongues getting reacquainted, I massaged the back of her neck with one hand. With the other, I found the tab of the zipper that held her leathers closed. I slowly eased it farther down. I knew she would feel the cool night air touch her skin. I knew her nipples would pucker even more than they already had. I slipped my hand inside and found no other garments. Not a t-shirt or bra. She had come ready for action. Briefly, I wondered about panties but the thought was extinguished as I concentrated on exploration.

I touched the curve of one breast with the backs of my fingers. She moaned into my mouth and her tongue became aggressive. With the edge of my hand, I forced the zipper down, widening the gap, and sliding the backs of my fingers under the same breast, lifting slightly. Her breath caught and then became another moan. I let my fingers slide upward until they bumped over the stiffness of her nipple. She gasped in my mouth. I let the hard nubbin slide between two fingers and then pinched. She bit my lip and whined in the back of her throat. Her hips began to move in a slow circle.

I brought the other hand down from her neck and with both hands spread her leather jacket apart, setting her breasts free. I looked at them, exalting in the way the shadows accentuated their heft and curve, the way her nipples cast long arcing shadows that joined the darkness on the far side.

My hands covered both breasts and I slid my palms over those hard nipples, rasping them with my field craft calloused skin. She grunted and humped her crotch onto mine. “Let’s go back to your room,” she groaned into my mouth.

I shook my head. I had my reasons.

“You’re so mean,” she muttered and kissed me hard, grinding her softness on my hardness. “You never let me do what I wanna do,” she breathed.

I flicked her nipples with my thumbs, and she moaned, arching her back and raising her head to glow in the light. I watched her face made lovelier by the arousal playing over it.

“Wanna fuck?” I asked softly.

“Uh-huh,” she breathed to the sky.

“Ya wanna fuck me?” I whispered and tugged on both nipples, lifting her breasts.

“Yesssss,” she moaned, again hunching against me.

“Wanna fuck now?” I asked, licking at the skin exposed by the parted jacket.

“Yes – nooo, not here,” she whined, her hips rocking.

“But we already did, Maddie, we already did,” I reminded her, flicking her nipples.

“Again! I want to fuck you again!” she grunted, her pelvis now grinding.

I craned my neck to put my mouth over one of her nipples and sucked hard.

“Oh, shit!” she gasped, then pressed her chest against my face.

I bit the nipple and twisted the other between my fingers.

“Oh, fuck!” she barked grabbing my head and ramming it into her soft flesh.

“I wanna fuck you, Maddie,” I muttered around her nipple. “I want my cock inside you, babe.”

“Yes! Me too!” she said into my hair, kissing the top of my head.

“I want to fill you up and feel your pussy clamp down as you ride it,” I continued, tonguing her sensitive flesh.

“Yeah! Yeah!” she bounced on my lap, imitating what I had described. He boobs wobbled delightfully.

“You like my cock, Maddie?”

“You know I do!”

“Show me, Staff Sergeant Parker, show me how much you like my cock.” Challenge made, I thought, let’s see how she meets it.

She gazed down at me, her face hidden by the shadows made by her hanging tresses. Her eyes were uncertain, then narrowed with decision.

“Make the seat go back some more,” she ordered. I reached down and did so. She nodded and slid from my lap, pushing my legs apart. There was just enough room for her to take a kneeling position, greatly leaning over my lap. samsun escort bayan She worked at my pants, unzipping and tugging, until my cock stood free and erect.

She grinned triumphantly at me and took me shallowly into her mouth. Her tongue moved back and forth as if saying ‘hello’. I groaned when she took me deeper until I felt the bulbous head touch the back of her throat. That was her limit but she waggled her tongue pressing against the underside of my shaft, sliding over the large vein.

“Oh, yeah, Maddie,” I whispered, “suck it. Suck that fucking cock. Make it harder, make me want to fuck you with it.”

She ‘um-hmmed’ around the stiffness in her mouth and bobbed her head quickly. Saliva coated me and began to run onto my pelvis. One hand sought my balls but gave up and tugged at the clothing that blocked her quest. I pulled on her hair to raise her head and her eyes flashed resentment. I raised my hips. She quickly yanked my pants down past my knees. I pushed slightly on her head and she sucked me back in, the questing hand now finding its prize. I glanced at my dash clock.

“Spit on my cock, Maddie!” I demanded.

She paused, “Wha’?” from around the shaft in her mouth.

“Make it all sloppy, spit all over it! Get nasty with it!”

There was a pause and then she spat. I felt the new wetness and her breath at the same time.

“Oh, good girl! Oh, what a nasty girl!”

She spat again, her eyes looking at mine for approval. I smiled in encouragement and she began to bob.

I took myself in hand at the base and slid my free hand fingers into her hair. I could hear people walking outside, leaving the gym. I felt electrified. My heart was hammering in my chest. I held her head steady and rubbed my wet, slippery cock over her lips. She licked it as it passed. I pushed it over her nose, then her cheeks. She shot her tongue out, catching it when she could. I looked at her face, alight with desire, and shiny with spit. I let go. “Suck it some more,” I demanded.

She obeyed, now with one hand cupping my balls, the other jacking me in time with the rise and fall of her mouth, cheeks hollowing and spittle coating me. I heard a car engine start.

“Give me your tits!” I ordered.

She scrambled from her knees and, hands on my thighs, leaned over me, bringing her boobs to my face, the fat nipples in her wide aureoles creating twin targets. A set of headlights flashed over her, momentarily setting her skin and hair afire. I latched on, biting and sucking, going back and forth.

“Oh, God! Oh, fuck!” she groaned, moving her chest side to side, causing her breasts to wobble again as she tried to help me pleasure her.

“What do you want, Maddie, what do you want?” I groaned into her chest.

“I want you to fuck me! FUCK ME NOW!” she wailed.

I heard a gasp from outside. Maddie did too, she whipped her head toward the sound and froze.

I eased myself upward so I could look through the open window. Fucking A! Bonus points!

I lifted my hand in a small wave. “Oh, hi, Alicia. Small world.”

Maddie instantly grabbed my shoulders and dropped, burying her face in my chest, mashing her tits against me.

“Kernig!?” snapped that authoritive voice I had heard before. She stood some distance away, obviously within earshot. A gym bag was slung over a shoulder, car keys were in hand.

“Oh, you wound me, Alicia!” I said, wrinkling my brow, “I thought we were on a first name basis when the stripes came off! I think this qualifies, don’t you?”

Maddie whimpered into my chest, but her hips were still pushing her pussy onto my cock in small pulses.

“Yeah, but,” I heard the authority drain from her voice, giving way to confusion.

“Looking good, ‘Lisha,” I nodded. She was wearing spandex type leggings, a loose tank top under which I could see a sport bra. The colors matched. I don’t think I’ve ever had work-out clothes that matched.

Maddie bit my chest through my clothes and pushed really hard against the rigid pole that was my exposed dick. I felt her shudder.

Jesus, she came! She fuckin’ came, the little minx came!

“Gosh, Stan,” Alicia’s voice dripped with invective as she stressed my name, “it looks like you are in the middle of something. I wouldn’t want you to feel put upon. Let’s try being BFFs some other time.” Oh, yeah, some anger was in those words.

Maddie pulled my shirt open, buttons popping, then started sucking one of my nipples. I had an instant flash-back of the girl who had first done that to me, then I returned to the here-and-now when Maddie nipped it with very sharp teeth.

“Oh, YEAH,” I said, slapping my dashboard with a hand in reaction. Regaining my focus, I smiled at the irate Master Sergeant Wentworth. “I think that’s a great idea.” I punched upward with my hips, driving the steel bar protruding from my open pants into Maddie’s crotch. She coughed around my nipple and bit me.

“Do you,” I gasped, “want to…” I took a deep breath and reached down with my free hand, “set something up now? Maybe a beer or something later?” I palmed Maddie’s large breast and squeezed. She let out a quiet squeak.

Alicia shook her head. “No, let’s not be so formal, we can just let it happen. Whenever we bump into each other.” She was still glowering.

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He hadn’t been with a woman for almost eight months. Stuck in a small town where he had been sent for his training and induction into the country, Hans was lonely and angry. He had made no friends quite simply because he didn’t know their language and they didn’t know English or French or Spanish – which were the three languages he spoke. It was only at the office that he was able to converse because the senior personnel spoke English; but they weren’t friends, although they’d invited him out to parties occasionally.

Hans had completed his management studies and obtained his degree from the IESE Business School in Barcelona, Spain. Now, he worked for a large European manufacturing conglomerate and had been chosen as one of three recruits to be sent to Asia. The other two had gone to developed countries; one to Tokyo and the other to Singapore. The recruitment board had told him that developing and underdeveloped countries were challenging, and hence more exciting. He had four more months here in the interior of the country before he could pack his bags and go back to the capital, where his firm had their regional headquarters.

Of course, the company had looked after his basic needs to the extent they could in this one-horse town. They’d rented a flat for him, arranged to have part-time cleaning and cooking staff, and had provided transportation — they bought him a second-hand 300 cc BMW G310R motorcycle in the nearest large city and had told him to go collect it. For all this, he was grateful, but the gratitude had long run its course and he sometimes rued his decision to take up this assignment.

The only women he had interacted with over the last eight months were the two elderly ladies that worked at the office, whom all the men-folk called “aunty” for some reason.

And of course, there was the house maid. She must have been about 45 years old, often had a tired look with a few unruly strands of hair always bracketing the otherwise pleasant oval shaped face. While she came to clean his house every day, and cook an evening meal for him, Hans never saw her during the weekdays. The only time they met was on Saturday and Sunday — she worked seven days a week — when she would come over to the flat and complete all her chores in the morning hours before noon.

Her name was Maitri, which he initially had difficulty in pronouncing but finally settled on something that sounded like “Matty”. It didn’t really matter because they hardly exchanged any words, other than the standard greeting of “Namaste” which she uttered with her hands folded on arrival and departure.

Today, Saturday, it was almost 10:00 a.m. and he was expecting her at any moment. Sitting on the first floor balcony that overlooked a large meadow, he was ruminating about a series of random thoughts that haphazardly ran through his mind. He liked this spot of the apartment because the only houses he could see were on the other side of the meadow, almost two kilometres away. But the stretch was green and dotted with cows, goats, and the occasional shepherd tending to his livestock.

His thoughts went to Matty as he lit his second cigarette after breakfast, taking a tentative sip of the steaming hot coffee he had just made for himself. He knew that the maid, like so many of the people he saw here, was poor. She had a husband who worked in a cheap hotel nearby, but they needed for her to bring in some extra income. She had a family but Hans did not know how many children they had, or what ages they were. But every Sunday, he would give her some extra money; the first time he did that she bent low to touch his feet and shocked him with the gesture. He had chastised her in English but wasn’t sure if she had understood. At any rate, she didn’t do it gain but always spent almost a minute thanking him with folded hands each time.

Matty, or Maitri, was only a couple of inches taller than five feet, wore her hair in a messy bun on top of her head, invariably dressed in the traditional ‘saree’ and blouse, and had a pleasant demeanour. In the first few months when his frustrated hormones raged crazily at the absence of any sexual release, he had spent much of his weekend mornings ogling the deep cleavage between her breasts. Whenever she cleaned the floor and the drape of her saree slipped off her shoulders, he would get that inviting view.

Or sometimes, when she was cooking, he would make frequent forays into the kitchen in order to get a glance of her profile which showed how large her blouse-encased breasts were. Often he would have to fight the urge to reach out and touch her bare midriff. Her blouse barely covered her breasts and her saree was tucked into a petticoat worn low on her waist; the intervening swathe of naked flesh titillated him no end. She was a little on the heavy side so there was a layer of fat that formed a thin tyre just above the saree, but that seemed to add to her appeal.

He would just stare at the nakedness of her dark brown skin and ache inside at istanbul escort the proximity of her body. Hans was too scared to go to a local brothel or even organise a whore to visit; and besides, he had no idea how he would go about such a liaison. He had often thought about offering Matty some money and entice her to just give him a blowjob, or even a handjob, but again was too fearful of the implications. And of course, he didn’t know the language or any other way of asking her. Instead, he would end up masturbating after she left.

Over the months, his mind had conjured up myriad ways of trying to get her to show some suggestion that she might be interested in him as well. There was a time when he had stood behind her while she was cooking and reached up to one of the high wall cabinets above her head, pretending to be looking for something. He had a massive erection inside his jeans and the bulge pressed against the maid’s saree-covered backside while he rummaged inside the shelving unit. But she only asked him what he was looking for and tried to apologetically move out of his way. He had pressed harder against her as he reached deep inside the cabinet. But when he thought she may get suspicious after more than a minute, he quickly grabbed whatever his fingers touched and pulled it out. It turned out to be a broken handle from an old frying pan, and he had to say “Ah! That’s what I was looking for!” before turning away and heading back to his living room.

On another occasion, when he was sitting on the balcony and spied Matty walking down the road towards his flat, he quickly got up and went to the bathroom. He took the two towels from the rack and dumped them in an untidy pile on his bed before going back into the toilet. He stripped his clothes off hurriedly and waited till he heard the maid insert her key into the door lock. Then, shutting the bathroom door, he stepped under the shower which he had kept running for a couple of minutes. Having quickly doused, soaped and rinsed himself, he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower cabinet. In the silence, he tried to determine where in the house Matty would be.

When he heard chairs in his living room being pushed around, he knew she had started with her housekeeping chores. He unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, dripping and naked, and turned to the right heading to his bedroom. He pretended not to notice that the maid was right across from him and casually sauntered across a short corridor, leaving a trail of water behind him. He knew she would look up and couldn’t possibly avoid seeing him.

Hans was built like an athlete; in fact he had maintained a very busy sports regimen throughout his high school and university years. His 6’2″ frame was sculpted like an ancient Greek marble statue; broad shoulders and chest tapering down to a slim waist. Muscular thighs and calf muscles that matched the sinewy ripples on his torso, back and arms. And… he had a penis that hung almost five inches when limp; thick as a young woman’s wrist as it seemed to rest limply over his large testicles that somehow always looked full.

Of course, Maitri had seen all this in the few seconds it took Hans to walk from the bathroom to the bedroom. She was too stunned at the sight to pause and wonder why he had stepped out naked and drenched, considering she always left a pair of large fluffy white towels in the washroom. She was on her haunches, squatting, as she swabbed the floor with a wet washcloth. But on hearing the bathroom door open, she obviously looked up to greet Hans when this astonishingly handsome man walked out naked. She sat still, mouth agape, as her eyes followed him, catching a final glimpse of his taut buttocks as he disappeared into the bedroom.

Even after that she didn’t move, now mortally scared that he might soon walk out of the room and still be naked. What would she do? How would she react? She tried to will herself back to her feet so that she could move out of the room and perhaps go to the balcony. If he saw her, surely he would run back inside and wear something.

But at that time, her subconscious mind was playing games with her; she actually did want to see him again, bare bodied and raw. Almost on instinct, she had started re-swabbing a section of floor that was already cleaned, and inched her way towards the corridor that would allow her to see inside the bedroom. When she reached the doorway into the aisle, the bathroom was in front of her and the bedroom to her left. Surreptitiously, she twisted her neck and saw Hans drying his hair vigorously, his thick long phallus swinging limply as he towelled his head, face covered by the large towel. For half a minute, she just stared at his cock and the tick mass of pubic hair that surrounded the base.

Of course, Hans was unaware of her lascivious thoughts that day, or her clandestine ogling. He had given up hope that his provocative theatrics may have any impact on Matty. Now, as he escort istanbul sat on the balcony, taking a last sip of his tepid coffee, he wondered why she hadn’t arrived yet.

Still waiting for her, he noticed dark clouds in the sky drifting over the meadow; heavy and pregnant with rain. He was reminded of the time, barely three weeks ago, when he returned from a visit to a neighbouring township at about noon. He had got caught in a raging thunderstorm but had decided to keep riding his bike since he was only a few minutes from home. But those minutes were enough to drench him to the bone and when he got to his flat, he began sneezing immediately. Maitri was cooking in the kitchen when she heard him, and came rushing out with a look of deep concern on her face.

Without saying a word, she had got a towel from the bathroom and began drying his face and hair while he stood in the corner of the living room, water dripping off his clothes on to the floor as he kicked off his shoes. She spent two minutes doing that before handing the towel to him and then started unbuttoning his shirt. Hans had been too taken aback to resist. Instead, he just stood still with a crash helmet in one hand and a towel in the other, while she stripped him of his shirt. She yanked the garment out from where it was tucked in to his jeans, pulled off the sleeves and dropped it on the ground. Then, taking the towel from him, she wiped his chest and back and arms before unbuckling his belt and peeling his denims down his thighs.

She had gone down on her haunches and taken off each leg of the trousers before beginning to wipe his limbs completely, from groin to toe. Hans stood in his soaked underwear while the maid dried him down completely, and finally pulled his socks off. Then, taking his helmet and placing it on the floor, she led him by the hand into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Once the water was warm, she gently pushed him under it and walked out of the bathroom, leaving the door open a crack.

While the water warmed his body, he looked through the glass shower cabinet and the slightly open door, watching Matty pick up his clothes from the floor near the entrance to his flat. At that moment, it was just beginning to strike him that her hands had been only inches away from his groin. Although she didn’t exactly touch the bulge in his underwear, Hans couldn’t help wondering if perhaps she had wanted to. He had felt a stirring in his crotch and indulged briefly in a fantasy that had her coming into the bathroom right then, maybe to soap him. His cock was getting hard and he had realised he couldn’t, shouldn’t, pursue that line of thought.

Every time in the last few months that he had entertained such thoughts and hopes, he always remembered the HR briefing that the three recruits had attended just before they left for their overseas assignments. “Always remember that you are guests in the country that you are going to, and that you are ambassadors from Europe. Quickly learn the social customs and norms, and never violate them. Always behave with the highest decorum and respect their traditions and culture.”

***

Maitri, on the other hand, had struggled with her emotions and the conflict between her heart and her head. For weeks, she had witnessed Hans’ “accidents” where he had exposed his body partially or wholly, intentionally or inadvertently. She had been aware of some of the times he ogled her breasts, and was very conscious when he stood behind her in the kitchen pretending to reach for something in the upper shelves. But three weeks ago, when he had come into the house fully drenched, she knew that her instinctive reaction had been one of worry; perhaps even a sort of maternal concern.

When she was drying his hair with a towel, rubbing vigorously as he bent his head, she had felt her breasts push against his torso and the friction that caused her nipples to harden. In fact, her blouse had gotten damp as it brushed against his dripping shirt and that seemed to enhance the sensitivity of her bosom, centred around the nipples. When she undressed him and took the towel to his muscular body, wiping his chest and his arms, her heart began beating faster and she had felt a flush spread across her face and neck.

She behaved as though it was the most natural thing to do when she stripped him of his trousers and began towelling down his thighs and lower limbs. But she was very mindful of the bulge in his underwear, even though he was cold and limp. In one crazed moment, the thought of peeling off his briefs had crossed her mind but, as she thought later, sanity prevailed and she sent him off for a warm water shower instead. Even then, she had knowingly left the bathroom door open a fraction, hoping to feast her eyes on his masculine nudity.

That day, after the rain had stopped in the late afternoon, Maitri went home in a very pensive frame of mind. She realised that although she had not touched Hans’ body with her istanbul escort bayan hands, only with the towel, she had craved the idea of feeling his bare body; had wanted it desperately, in fact.

She was surprised at how her body ached for that touch. Having married early in life, like all the women in her part of the world, she had now raised two daughters to adulthood, given them an education, and hoped they would do well in life. Soon after the younger one was born, her husband had stopped having sex with her even though she knew that he had other women. For all these years since then, she had not allowed another man to touch her even though many had propositioned her. She had, through the decades, maintained a relatively attractive body because of the physical labour that her jobs entailed.

She had, in fact, abhorred the local men that approached her; had a great disdain for them. Which is why she was surprised at her feelings towards the young foreigner whom she served as an employee. He didn’t look so much like a foreigner though; tanned brown skin like smooth leather, long dark black hair, brown eyes… he could have been any of those handsome young locals from the city college. But long forgotten emotions and desires were surfacing in her and she couldn’t understand why. Yes, he was a good man and never took advantage of her like so many of the locals had tried, but that didn’t explain her lust-filled infatuation; not at her age.

The following weekend, she didn’t go to Hans’ apartment; she’d told the gardener to pass on a message to him saying she was going out of town for a couple of days and would resume her duties on the following Monday. Actually, she’d been too scared of herself, not trusting how she might behave in his presence. She stayed alone at home over Saturday and Sunday while her daughters went to visit their father in the neighbouring town. Although she told everyone that asked – especially potential and actual employers – that she was married and her husband worked in a hotel, all the people in her immediate neighbourhood knew that they had separated almost ten year ago.

She struggled all week with her thoughts; especially when she went to Hans’ flat to clean and cook while he was away at the office. She touched his clothes, smelt them, and felt the blood rush through her veins as her pulse quickened. She found herself one day, last Friday in fact, looking at her reflection in his full-length bedroom mirror as she folded the washed and ironed underwear before putting them away in his wardrobe. She let the drape of her saree fall off her shoulder and looked at the buxom swell of her breasts, taking one hand and unthinkingly toying with her nipples as they grew hard.

Maitri put away Hans’ clothes and sat down on his bed, facing the mirror. Without conscious thought, she brought both hands to her boobs and began to knead them gently through the tight-fitting blouse. She pinched and pulled at her nipples, reminding herself of how hard and long they could get when she was aroused. She knew she was wet between her thighs as she stood up and looked at the curvature of her waist; the wide expanse of naked flesh below her short blouse and the top of her dress where it was tucked in to the underskirt. The deep navel, embedded in the middle of her upper abdomen, was darker than her coffee-complexioned skin and seemed to wink back at her. She let her eyes roam over the voluptuous hips as it expanded below her waist and then the contoured thighs tapered down towards her knees; the saree hugged her tight before the folds flared out and the pleats fell to the floor.

Maitri was pleased with what she saw; maybe a few extra pounds on the hips but otherwise she had a good figure. She knew she could be attractive to men if she tidied her hair and maybe applied a bit of makeup. Sitting down on the bed again, still facing her reflection, she brought her hands back to her breasts and felt the fullness against her palms, the rigid stiffness of her nipples pushing against the blouse. Her fingers found the tiny clasps that held the blouse together in front and she began undoing the four hooks from top to bottom. She then pushed a hand deep into the right cup of her 38DD brassiere and scooped out one large breast, feeling the succulent fleshiness in her hand. She took the stiff nipple between her thumb and index finger and twirled it, the pain adding to her pleasure as she tugged at the stony resilience of the nub.

She felt the heft of her breast, proud of its fullness even though the weight caused it to sag just a little bit. She pulled down the other cup of her bra, freeing her left boob as well and then used both hands to massage the tits in a gentle, slow circular movement. She saw the dark round aureola as her fingertips grazed over the tiny pimply bumps that had erupted over the surface; they were a shade darker than the protuberant nipples. She imagined Hans in front of her as she shut her eyes and pictured his mouth over her breasts, sucking the stiff teats as his large hands pawed and mauled her mammaries. Her fingers were almost violently twisting and pinching the nipples, so intense was her craving; she tweaked and pulled till her tightly closed eyes began to water from the hedonistic masochism that she was inflicting on herself.

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“Are you my good boy?” She whispered to him as she sat next to him on the bed. He nodded rapidly, moaning through the gag in his mouth. His member, caged up, was also eager, jumping and throbbing with every little touch she gave him. She couldn’t help but find it cute.

“You’re such a good boy for me, how about I let you out for a reward?” She smirked at him, moving between his legs on the bed. His eyes were locked on the key she had hanging around her neck, settling between her breasts. He wiggled his hips in impatience resulting in a small smack on his thigh, “Hey now! Good boys are patient!” He nodded, defeated, and laid still. He watched carefully as she took the key from around her neck, and slid it into the lock. With a turn and a click relief washed over his face.

“Now then, let me take care of you,” She cooed, admiring his freed member. His eagerness was obvious, it didn’t take long at all for his manhood to grow and stand proud. “Look at you, so sensitive…” her lips whispered, as she leaned in, giving gentle kisses up and down his shaft, “I bet you’re already on edge, aren’t you?” She pressed her tongue to the underside, savoring the feeling of his throbbing member. It pulled a deep moan from his throat, and he spread his legs even more to give her more access. Slow licking is all it took before he was on edge, leaking precum and twitching like crazy. “Now, now,” She pulled away before he finished, eliciting a whine in protest, “You really think I’d let you finish that fast? After all that buildup this week?” She laughed at him,”Keep your legs spread for me and don’t finish until I tell you to. Understood?”

He seemed frustrated, but nodded. She moved up to plant a gentle kiss on his forehead, “Very good. I love you so much!” Moving back between his legs, she grabbed him in her hands, meticulously eskişehir escort moving her fingers over every curve and vein of his girth. She wanted to memorize every inch of him, loving his shape and the way he felt. She couldn’t believe he agreed to do this at all; he was usually so dominant. This idea seemed almost silly, considering her petite stature and how gruff he looked. Seeing him now, tied up, blushing, gagged, desperate for her touch, she could hardly believe it.

Having him this exposed made her dizzy with lust for him. She couldn’t help but take him between her lips, tasting and feeling him with her tongue. His hips jerked with every movement, trying to get deeper into her mouth. She could tell that even a short time doing this would be too much and lifted her head, smirking at him. Once his breathing slowed a bit he glared at her, frustrated and desperate. She reveled in it, sucking on him for a short while and stopping before he could reach that end. She could hear his muffled swearing every time she stopped, and it brought her a joy she’d never felt before. In a way, it was almost addicting.

She had lost count of how many times she brought him to the very brink of ecstasy, and yet she did notice that he was pulling harder against his restraints and moaning more into his gag. She laughed to herself a little, finding this desperation quite charming. “You love being dominated like this, don’t you? Having your small girlfriend boss you around?” She sat up straight, enjoying the view of her helpless, blushing lover. “You’re so close to release, I bet it’s driving you crazy…” She smirked at him, tracing along one of the veins of his member with her finger. He could only nod wildly in response.

“Now, how should I finish you? I wonder….” She eskişehir escort bayan could use her mouth like he obviously wanted, but she couldn’t ignore the lust building in her own body. She straddled his hips much to his delight, and positioned herself over him, letting him feel how wet she was. She felt him shudder, sensitive to even small touches like that. “Like this?” She whispered in his ear. He could only whimper pathetically and nod. She leaned down and bit down on his neck as she lowered her hips, taking him in as deep as she could.

His hips jerked upward, trying to force himself even deeper into her warmth. She could feel his hard shaft throbbing like mad inside of her, and it just turned her on even more. She sat up on his hips, looking down at his bright red face and heaving chest, “You’re so close…” She cooed, grinding her hips down on him, “I bet I don’t even have to move to get you to cum at this point,” She laughed at him. He looked completely lost in this aching pleasure, his eyes rolled back, drool soaked his gag, his body covered in a layer of sweat. She felt some sympathy and decided to end his torment.

“You’ve been such a good boy for me! I’ll remove your gag, but you have to moan into my mouth while you’re cumming… understood?” She whispered to him, reaching behind his head to untie it. He nodded and eagerly kissed her as soon as his lips were free. His grunts and moans were intoxicating, urging her to move her hips faster on him. She could feel him tense up under her, each thrust pushing him further and further. He tried to pull away from the kiss to cry out as his orgasm started overcoming him. She forcefully grabbed his face in her hand and held him in place as she kissed him deeply, relishing in his moans. He struggled against her escort eskişehir kiss and the intensity of her riding, his manhood having become overwhelmingly sensitive. He couldn’t hold on anymore and cried into her lips, letting his body succumb to his pleasure. She felt his member deep inside, steadily throbbing, spilling his love into her. She continued grinding down his trembling hips, making sure he let out all that he had saved up, relishing in the warmth she felt inside of her.

His throbbing slowed, and finally she allowed him to break the kiss. She looked at him, spent and satisfied in a way he never felt before; his face beet red, his chest heaving, his legs and hips shaking under her. She laid on top of him, resting her body against his, “So….how was that?” She giggled.

He took a second to catch his breath, but even then he could barely keep a coherent thought, “Just….wow…”

She was careful moving off of him and slowly untied his restraints, leaving small kisses where the rope held him, “I’m guessing that was good then? More of this?” She smiled sweetly and laid next to him, pulling him into a hug and allowing his head to rest against her soft bosom.

“I don’t know if I’ll be down for this again right away…but…I’d like to…maybe…” He was embarrassed to admit how amazing he felt. Giving control like that seemed so foreign to him. The way she held power over him and treated him so gently…he could really get used to it.

“Well I adored it,” She left little kissed all over his face, petting his hair gently, “You did so well for me, and I had a lot of fun playing with you. Maybe next time I’ll keep you locked up for two weeks instead, huh?” She teased.

“Erm….we’ll see about that,” He laughed nervously.

“Well, baby steps then,” She smiled kindly, “Let me take care of you the rest of the night. You’ve earned it!”

“Honestly…just…let me…” He put his head down in her chest and almost immediately started snoring. She could only laugh, realizing how tiring it must have been for him. She just reached over and turned off the light, falling asleep with him in her arms.

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Author’s note: This story begins directly where Ch. 02 left off.

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Alison Bibelot couldn’t believe it was happening. Again. That Sean was fucking her like a wild, feral animal. Her bed was thumping madly against the wall with each of his brutal thrusts, his fingers were embedded deep in her butt cheeks, and his grunts sounded like the snorts of an enraged bull.

And it was her fault. He had apologized for being so rough at the party, and then had begun so very gently, lovingly, restrained, keeping himself in check. Making the sweetest love to her. But when the fire flared in her vagina, Ali had suddenly wanted more, needed more, craved more, and told him to just fuck her. Harder. Faster. He transformed instantly into the beast he’d been before, and, splayed helplessly on her back, Ali felt like his prey, something to be consumed, ravished. And she loved it.

As Sean plunged into her, ever harder, ever faster, the frissons of fire from her vagina and clitoris exploded in her brain, making her neck jerk spasmodically back, her eyes lose focus and roll back in her head, and her mouth emit fevered mewls and cries. She felt the orgasm coming, as inexorable as a runaway freight train, and knew that it would destroy her in just another moment.

As Ali rode the cresting tide, she sunk her long fingernails into Sean’s butt and raked them across his skin, spurring him on to completion. The pounding of the bed against the wall changed, its thumps answered by a different banging, in a different rhythm. Just as she dimly perceived that the thuds were antiphonal, coming from separate sources, her door burst open and crashed back against the wall.

Snatched from the throes of seething passion, Alison shook her head to clear it as her consciousness struggled to return. The throbs of forsaken abandonment shooting out from her suddenly empty pussy were annihilated by the realization that whoever had been at her door, hammering, was now inside.

Screaming!

“Slut! Tramp! God, what a brazen whore!” Clytemnestra was a woman scorned, her fury unbridled.

Ali’s panicked eyes longingly locked on Sean’s penis as the fiery tingles in her pussy gradually diminished. It was bright red, its swollen head deep purple and glistening with her juice, and so hard – it had felt like a hickory baseball bat reaming her vagina – that he struggled to cover it as he pulled up his pants and tried to stuff it inside. Ali’s clutching hands found her shorts and panties pooled around one ankle. She threaded her other leg through them and desperately tugged them up, but realized how exposed she still was. The air was cool on her bare left nipple, still wet with Sean’s saliva, hard, bright red, tilted up and poking out under her bra, which Sean had pried it so he could grab and suck her tit.

As the discovered lovers scrambled madly to dress, Clytemnestra continued venting her spleen. “Oh God, Sean! How could you? What do you see in this slut? Look at that tiny titty! I’ve got much better boobs, rounder, fuller, much bigger. Plus look at her skinny ass! Mine’s to die for — just ask anyone! And I fuck you so well. Even give you head. God almighty! What could you possibly see in this, this, this…this little whore?!”

Even through her rage, the anguish in Clytemnestra’s voice was evident. Ali quickly fixed her bra and buttoned her blouse as the actress drew a new breath and loosed another salvo of vituperation.

“And worst of all, Sean, you were screwing her! Oh! My! God! How could you do this to me! You’ve betrayed me again, been unfaithful! I know you fucked this little slut at the party! In front of my friends! I heard ALL about it. How mortifying! And after we’ve been together for so long, been so devoted, so much in love, even after you’ve met my parents, and we became engaged! How could you?!”

His clothes finally back in order, Sean came unstuck. “Whoa! Hold on a minute, Elena! Yes, I have met your parents, and we have been seeing each other for a while, but we’re not engaged. No way!”

“Of course we are, Sean. Everyone knows it. Just ask any of our friends. Even if it isn’t official yet, we’re definitely a committed couple and are going to be together forever. Oh misery!” Elena’s voice dissolved into uncontrolled sobbing, pathetic weeping, and, the back of her hand theatrically clasped to her forehead, she collapsed onto Ali’s rug, a heap of desolation.

Somehow, despite her uncontrollable keening, Elena was able to continue her screed, pathetically blurting out, “Oh Sean! I forgive you for your transgressions. I know this tramp threw herself at you and you were too weak and too drunk to resist. It’s all right. I forgive you. I love you so dearly! I had to come here, to find you, to pull you back to sanity. To me. I’m so miserable without you. Only you can heal me, make me whole again. Please, my darling, come. Come into my arms.”

Alison was crushed when Sean slid to the floor and took Elena in his arms, holding her gently, rocking, comforting, whispering, “It’s all right, Elena. Everything will be OK, I promise.”

Though reeling from the shock and pain izmir escort of Sean abandoning her to console Elena, the passion, the desire, the fiery ardor that she had felt consuming him just a minute ago as they were making love more fervidly than she had imagined possible, came flooding back, swamping Ali’s mind. She knew she loved him, and was certain their connection was real. This wasn’t right, and could not stand! Time to fight!

She took Sean’s chin in her hand — what a nice parallel to her dream — turned his head to her, and kissed him. Though stunned, once the shock wore off he kissed her back. Buoyed by his response, the confirmation of his attraction, their connection, and having won the first skirmish, Ali pressed her advantage. “Sean, I love you. Truly love you. It is fated that we be together. Search your heart. You know it’s true.” She kissed him again. Alison was elated when Sean released Elena and embraced her, and she melted into him in total joy at feeling his passion for her rekindle, blossom, and consume his entire body. It was true bliss.

Her cheek stung like fire and Alison stumbled backwards onto the floor, stunned by Elena’s vicious slap. Fury replaced anguish in her voice as Elena launched her counterattack. “Sean, this girl is a total slut! Haven’t you seen the pictures on Reddit? She shows everything, I mean every single thing! Her tits, her asshole, her cunt, even getting fucked! Who would do that? A sleazy whore, that’s who!”

Seeing Sean’s confusion, that he was perturbed, torn, Elena continued her onslaught. “Here, look, see for yourself. I downloaded all her vile porn before she deleted it. Look at this, how the slut spreads her legs wide and even pulls her pussy lips apart. Disgusting! Here! Look at this whore!” Elena pressed her phone into Sean’s hands and Alison was terrified by how his eyes grew wide with intense concentration.

Knowing she was losing the battle, losing him, Ali pleaded, “Sean, please understand. It was just something Nikki and I did for fun. It was like a game, a lark, and I’m so sorry. I deleted everything. They’re no longer…” Ali’s voice faded when she saw that Sean was utterly intent, totally rapt, flipping from one screen on Elena’s phone to another. He wasn’t hearing her at all. Not a single word. Her anguish grew as she saw him fixate on one picture, then another. Then another and yet another. Endlessly.

Reeling in devastation at the realization that she had ruined everything, had perhaps driven away the true love of her life, Ali began weeping softly, disconsolately. Then, in a desperate, final defiant foray, she draped herself onto Sean, urgently trying one last time to win him back. To make him understand. “Oh Sean, forgive me. I was so naïve and stupid. But it just seemed fun, harmless… I’m so sorry, forgive…” Sean was so intent on the phone he just shrugged her off, elbowing away the random distraction. Jostled aside, defeated, Ali crumbled to the floor, sobbing in abject misery.

Through her tears Ali saw the look of triumph, of exultant malice suffusing Elena’s visage as she kept staring at Ali while she pulled Sean to her. She turned his head away from the phone and kissed him, and it broke his fanatical focus. “Sean, my love, my lover, come with me now. You know the truth about this insignificant nothing, this worthless tramp, but I will make you forget her. We’ll make love all afternoon; you can even fuck my ass, whatever you want, darling. Just, let’s go. Now.”

Both women were shocked at how hard Sean roughly shoved Elena away. As she sprawled backwards on her ass, his voice cut like a knife. “Elena, you’re a bitch! I’ve just seen all your emails and texts. You’re the one who outed Alison! You sent her site to all your friends and told them to tell everyone, to print the worst pics and to put them, with her account info, up everywhere on campus. That was terrible, horrible, even evil. You are the most despicable woman alive. I wouldn’t fuck you if yours was the last cunt on earth. We’re through!”

Elena’s transition into devastated, heart-rending pain and angst was breathtaking in its immediacy. “Oh Sean! You must understand. Alice told me how you’d fucked this bitch at the party, and when she asked Nikki if she’d really posted her tits on the web, she said yes and told her that this whore had, too. She even gave Alice their user names. You needed to see the truth, Sean, my darling. All I did was…” As she wailed on and on, sobbing and weeping, even before Sean spoke, Alison could see the actress, overplaying the role of the aggrieved, wronged heroine, emoting, giving it her all.

“Oh no, Elena, I’m on to your tricks! I see through you now, how you manipulated and controlled me for months. It’s over, starting this second. You’re as phony as your tears. Get out! Now!”

The weeping and sobbing stopped instantly, as if on cue, and Elena’s voice betrayed the bilious malice in her heart. “You’ll regret this, Sean! I’ve spent a lot of time on you, trying to train you so you’d be worthy of me. What a waste! I’ll get even with you, just like I did izmir escort bayan with this whore. Now, give me my phone!” Noble Clytemnestra stood tall, her bearing regal and righteous, her hand extended expectantly.

Sean’s voice was soft, controlled, as cold and menacing as when he’d laid down the law for the jerks the previous night. “Elena, just leave. Yes, I’ve seen the pictures that Alison posted. Some are risqué, others erotic, a few are lewd, and several – like when she’s being fucked or spreading her pussy – are truly pornographic. She made a serious mistake, but she is young and naïve, whereas you are shallow, conniving and cruel.

“And I’m keeping your phone. My friend Floyd is a lawyer. Every single person who got your emails and texts is going to delete all trace of them. If any picture ever shows up again, we’ll sue the hell out of them. You are the most despicable woman alive and I can’t wait to be rid of you. Leave.”

On the floor where she had slumped after Sean had shrugged her away, Alison’s cheek was still throbbing from Elena’s vicious blow. The pain, the sting and injury from Sean’s harsh depiction of her posts as porn was far worse, however, because she suddenly realized it was true. She dissolved in hopeless desolation, ruing being so immature, so foolish, for getting carried away and posting such sordid pictures and videos. Knowing the extent of the damage she had inadvertently done, she curled into a defensive ball on the floor, crying miserably, hoping to die.

The door slamming after Elena stomped out, Sean’s softer footfalls walking to the door, and its click as it closed, penetrated Ali’s aura of devastated anguish. Knowing Sean had left, too, infinitely increased Alison’s deep despair and she began gasping for breath between heaving sobs. Her weeping consumed her as she berated herself endlessly for her stupidity.

Sean was gone. Forever. She had blown it. By posting nudes, and exposing everything on Reddit, she’d acted like a foolish total slut, a wanton woman. No wonder he’d rejected her and walked out! It had just felt like having naughty fun with Nikki, but she had offended and driven away the man with whom she knew she was fated to be. Mr. Right. Her heartbroken torment rolled over her in waves, shaking her entire body with wracking sobs. Oh God, would she had known! She would give anything if she could go back in time and redo everything.

From the apartment next door, the faint music began again. Ali heard just the low droning bass and bass drum, in a measured “long, short-short, long, long” rhythm. “Dah, dum-dum, dah, dah. Dah, dum-dum, dah, dah,” over and over. She recognized it, dimly remembering the professor’s demonstration of the meter of epic poetry. Alison found her moans and wails naturally falling into in sync with the drumbeats. The omnipresent scent of the weed they were always smoking next door was stronger than ever, overwhelming.

What!

The hand on Alison’s chin stunned her. As in a dream, as in THE dream, she rose as the hand lifted her head, pulling her to her feet. She opened her eyes. Sean! He hadn’t left! He’d just closed the door when it had sprung back open after Elena had slammed it. His face was serious, assessing. His eyes probed hers, and she felt they were piercing into her very soul. His lips were curled in the thinest of smiles. As in the dream, it seemed a cold, knowing, almost cruel smile.

His hand left her chin and joined his other at her lapels. The buttons of her blouse tinkled on the floor as he ripped it open. It slid off her arms and floated down as Sean’s powerful hands grasped her bra and rent it in two. The hand returned to her chin and lifted her head. He locked her eyes to his as his other hand found her right breast and possessed it.

Alison began to understand. Fate was starting to play out, inevitably, inexorably.

She blinked the tears from her eyes so she could meet his gaze more clearly, more directly. Her hands undid the clasp and zipper of her shorts and, also taking her panties, worked them down. Once past her butt they fell, and she kicked them away.

Sean’s cool smile warmed slightly when his finger found her wet. His visage continued to thaw as he probed her, entered her, and began sliding in and out, up and down. It felt right, foretold, just as in her dream.

Alison shuddered from the frissons of feverish fire shooting from her sex. Her knees felt weak, but her wobbling body was buttressed by the hand firmly holding her chin. Her eyes closed, succumbing to the gathering heat.

“Look at me!” Sean whispered ardently.

It was a command. She obeyed, though her eyes flickered. Her climax was nearing.

His fingers stayed steady, but penetrated deeper with each stroke. Alison’s breathing became shallow and rapid, her legs shaky, but she strove to keep her eyes on his. His smile transformed further. She saw naked desire, lascivious craving.

The “Dah, dum-dum, dah, dah,” pervading the room became louder, and his probes synchronized with it. The smell of marijuana hung heavy in the murky air. As her orgasm escort izmir approached, the waves of arousal and passion made the room begin to swim around her, lights flickering, colors streaming.

“Give me your eyes!” Sean’s voice was deep, commanding. Irresistible. “Briseis! Hear me! We must complete the sacred ceremony, be joined forever. As Zeus so decreed. Are you now mine? Do you give yourself to me completely and forever? Answer me!”

Alison found that, despite the overwhelming power of the passion building inside her, the shivering convulsions from the orgasm’s approach, she could still keep her eyes open. His orbs seethed with passion as they burned into hers, questioning, demanding. Now certain of the truth, the words poured out of her from elsewhere, from a deep corner of her she’d never known. “Yes, Achilles, I am yours. Completely.” Despite the trembling, twitching, and shaking, still she stood steady.

Until the end.

The orgasm surged up from her center and took everything away. Her breath, her mind, her strength, everything. As her legs gave out, Briseis fell forward, onto Achilles, supported only by the hand on her jaw and the fingers in her pussy. He effortlessly scooped her up and laid her on her bed.

Standing beside her he continued his commands. “Take out my penis. Put it in your mouth.”

Briseis’ hands moved automatically, did as Achilles demanded. After his pants were undone, she lowered them, slid to the side of the bed and pulled his erect penis to her. “Yes, that’s the way,” Achilles said as Briseis bobbed her head, mouthing the tip and first inches of his shaft, up and down in the “Dah dum-dum dah, dah” rhythm of the omnipresent bass. When his stroking fingers, smoothing her hair, fell into the same pattern, Briseis knew that he, too, was hearing it, was feeling the mystical aura surrounding them.

His fingers parting her labia drew her moan from deep within. Plateaued at a high level, Briseis knew she was close to coming again, and had to concentrate hard to maintain her fellatio, to control her lips and tongue. When the fire surged so high, burned so hot that she lost control of her hands, tongue and mouth, the fingers in her pussy stopped, and the weight of the heel of his hand on her pubic bone pinned her to the mattress, holding her motionless, withholding that last little bit of stimulation she so needed. Achilles’ other hand, fingers embedded in her hair, held her head steady as he rocked his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her, fucking her mouth as her body trembled and shook in helpless, unfulfilled need.

Only when she showed him she had recovered, when she could control herself and resumed sucking, jacking, and bobbing, did Achilles again begin to slide his fingers in and out of Briseis’ pussy, up and down over her clitoris. Only to stop immediately when she again lost control as the overwhelming waves of seething fire swirled out of her vulva and consumed her consciousness. She quivered on the edge, held motionless, denied, as he cycled his prick in and out of her mouth.

As she lay on her bed, her hips flat and pinned fast, her shoulders canted to Achilles so her mouth could stay fastened on his penis, Briseis breathed deeply, inhaling the incense, the drug from next-door. The drums and bass grew louder, and the flickering lights in the room brightened as the streaks of colors swirled more intensely around her. She knew, absolutely knew from the depths of her core that this was fate, that Sean was Achilles, come back over the millennia to claim her. To claim Briseis.

But, God, how she needed to come!

She struggled to gain control of her lips and hands again, and was gratified by Achilles’ ardent, “Yes, just like that. Suck it, suck it hard. Get it ready to fuck you!” Her hand began to slide the skin along the magnificent shaft, her tongue began to lick around the rim of the tender head, and her neck pulled and pushed her mouth up and down. She gurgled in delight when he began to move his fingers again. From her even higher plateau, so near the peak, it was only seconds until the fire consumed her brain and her motions became spasmodic.

After freezing his fingers, Achilles confirmed all that she sensed. “No, not yet Briseis. Wait, wait to come until I’m inside you, until we are truly joined. Till we are one.” She choked slightly as he drove his cock deep into her throat, further than before. The reflexive gagging helped her regain herself, pull back from the precipice, and Achilles again rewarded her with his fingers at the first lick of her tongue. As she yet once more approached the summit, she melted as he confirmed their destiny. “Yes, sweet Briseis. Feel my fingers, deep within you. Soon it will be my penis. I will possess you, as Zeus decreed.”

This time his fingers had hardly begun to move, to fuck her, when she again lost her limbs. She could not help but attempt to grind her clitoris against his fingers, trying desperately for the last little bit of stimulation she needed to crest, to find release. But Sean, no! Achilles, she corrected herself, held her fast, the heavy weight on her pubic bone pinning her to the mattress as he curled his fingers off her clit, keeping the tips inside her vagina. She could not move, and he kept her immobilized, pumping his penis in her mouth, pushing it deeper down her throat, until her gagging helped her regain some of her senses.

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NOTE : This is my first story, something that had been bouncing in my head for a while and I wanted to give a try at writing. It starts a little slow so be patient, it’s not that long.

This story contains themes of humiliation, femdom, and exhibitionism. If that’s not for you, just skip it. All characters are over 18.

Reasonable feedback welcome!

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I had met Audrey on move-in day my freshman year of college, and was immediately smitten.

Our dorm was a little different from the traditional dorm style; an old building chopped up into dozens of small “suites,” each suite with two bedrooms (two people per bedroom), a bathroom, and a common room. Rather than entire floors or wings being one “gender,” the suites just alternated. So I had a weirdo roommate (harmless but in the months since we moved in we’ve barely shared more than pleasantries, despite sleeping 3 feet from each other). The other bedroom was occupied by a couple of friends who knew each other in high school and were out partying most days.

Audrey and I bonded over our mutual dislike of our suitemates. The dorm had a basement common area that was mostly just used for studying / reading. I was sitting down there doing some reading one night in the first few weeks of school and she wandered in and recognized me as her neighbor. I had noticed her a few times in the halls, and we had nodded as we passed in recognition, but hadn’t yet really introduced ourselves. She came up to me and asked why I was down here instead of in my room. I rolled my eyes.

“Ugh, my roommate is playing video games and yelling at all his friends on the headset, I can barely hear myself think. How about you?”

She turned up her nose. “Mine just microwaved some fish and is watching some housewives show or something. I think if I murder her I’ll be expelled so I’m hiding down here. I’m Audrey, by the way.” She extended her hand.

I shook her hand, feeling a little like we were business associates or something. Is this what adults do, shake hands? “Noah. Nice to finally meet you for real.”

Passing in the halls I had of course noticed her, but this was the first time I’d really taken her in. I knew she was cute, but being up close and personal I realized she was beyond cute; she was gorgeous. We were both in typical “college hangaround clothes”, with me in track pants and a tee shirt, her in yoga pants and a tank top with a light hoodie. Her long light brown hair was tied back in a pony tail. She had large brown eyes and her mouth seemed to constantly be in a type of playful smirk.

If she wore makeup she wore it well, as she looked perfectly natural. She wasn’t dressed provocatively by any stretch, but with her figure it was impossible not to SEEM provocative; her large breasts created a decent amount of cleavage in her tank top, which as a boob guy it took every ounce of willpower for me not to just stare the entire time she was in front of me. Her yoga pants sat low on her hips, so there was just a hint of her belly between the pants and her shirt. She just had that casual sexiness that made my throat tighten and my chest feel hot.

I wouldn’t consider myself a loser, but I’m also not delusional enough to think I’m a catch, and certainly nowhere near the league Audrey was in. I was a band geek in high school, a computer science major now. Among computer science majors, I was better than most, but that’s not saying much. I hadn’t put on any college weight yet and occasionally worked out enough to be trim, if not fit. I’d had facial stubble since I was 16 which always made me look older, which is probably how I managed to have a high school girlfriend. I had this notion that when I got to college I’d suddenly have this new confidence and leave my shy nerd persona behind me; it was barely a week in but I could already tell I had been delusional. But Audrey’s new presence in my life was at least making things look up.

That first night I think we spoke for four hours. It started just comparing roommate stories and then some getting-to-know-you chit-chat about our pasts, but we pretty quickly swerved into the kind of overly earnest life talk that only people who haven’t even seen 20 years old can pull off. I looked at my phone shocked it was 1AM.

“Shit! I didn’t realize it was so late. I have an 8AM class tomorrow.”

She flashed that playful smirk that I was already in love with. “Well, I wouldn’t want to mess up your beauty sleep. Let me have your number, we should do this again.”

My brain short-circuited. Did she just ask ME for my number? “Oh! Oh, yeah, definitely.” We exchanged numbers and walked upstairs together. The whole climb up the stairs my brain was racing. Should I go in for a hug at the door? The bold dude I dreamed of being would just snag a kiss, but I knew myself well enough to know I would never pull that trigger now. Bullshit mantras about friend zones had me breaking out into a sweat, worrying antalya escort if I had any chance I was on the verge of blowing it on the first day.

It was all mostly moot; we got to the doors and she unceremoniously gave a wave and a “good night” and shut the door behind her. I slinked into the silence of my room — all of my roommates were asleep or out — and stared at the ceiling with stars in my eyes until the sun came up and I had to drag myself to class.

+ + +

I was nodding off in class the next morning when I felt my phone buzz. My heart started racing just hoping it could be Audrey… and it was. The text simply said “just kill me now” as a picture was loading below. The photo popped into view, it was half her face — after just one day I’d recognize it anywhere — and in the background I could see her roommate sitting at the desk in their room, clipping her toenails. I laughed out loud before I could catch myself; a few people looked up from their laptops at me as I felt my face turn red, but the allure of data structures snapped everyone back to attention despite my outburst.

I texted back. “Nothing like waking up to a stranger’s feet I guess. ;-)”

A winky face? Did I really do a winky face? God I’m a dork.

She immediately responded with “hey, I don’t usually kink shame, but this is too much.”

Kink shame, is this flirting? Fuck, why am I so bad at this? I texted back a lame “LOL” and turned my attention back to class.

+ + +

Over the next few weeks we continued to exchange texts, and have the occasional cafeteria meal. I kept looking for some kind of opening into a romantic relationship but never felt like the time was right. Or maybe I was just afraid and trying to justify my fear. Either way, our friendship got closer, and we spent a lot of time with each other, but the only time anything romantic happened was in my head. And boy, did she spend a lot of time naked in my head. I was honestly having some chafing problems with the amount of time I’ve spent locked in the bathroom of my suite, picturing those beautiful eyes looking up at me with her mouth stuffed full of my cock. If possible I think I was getting MORE awkward around her than I had been before, just because I had spent so much of my time with her in every position my teenage mind could imagine.

“NOAH!”

“Huh? What’s up? Sorry, I was daydreaming a bit, what were you saying?”

“Daydreaming a BIT? Dude you didn’t even hear me calling your name!”

“Yeah, sorry.” Jesus, I need to chill out. “So anyway, what’s up?”

“Did you want to go to this party on Saturday? A friend of mine has an apartment off-campus and invited me.”

“Oh. Uh, sure, sounds great.” A party? I’ve drank a few times but actual parties with strangers just made me more than a little nervous. But Audrey was asking me to go, what am I gonna say, ‘no, I’ll just stay home and fuck my hand thinking it’s your tits?’

“Cool! Try to wear something decent, not some dorky Star Wars shirt.”

I looked down. It was actually a Tron T-Shirt today but I didn’t think saying that would help my case here. “Sure. Can I borrow one of your tops or can I not pull that off?”

“You might have to spend some time building those pecs if you want to fit into my shirts.”

My face of course shot red at that, and she just chuckled at me. “You need to relax. A few drinks this weekend will do you good” she joked.

Drinks it is.

+ + +

Saturday night rolls around, and I’m nervous, but a little excited to go to a party with a knockout like Audrey on my arm. I put on a decent shirt and head next door to Audrey’s room. Her roommate lets me in, barely looking up from her phone as she walks away from the door of the common room. Audrey comes out of her bedroom and cliche as it is, my heart stopped. For the entire couple months we’ve known each other, she’s pretty much dressed casually — either the yoga pants outfit around the dorm, or just jeans and whatever around campus. She always looked great, but this… this was next level.

Her hair wasn’t in her usual pony tail but done up to frame her face, making her large eyes even more prominent and stunning. She had on a tight top that came only to mid-stomach, leaving her entire perfect midriff exposed. Her already large breasts were even more amplified by the tight top, with cleavage that would catch your eye from across the county. Her jeans looked painted on, to the point that I did a double take wondering if they were those tights that were just colored to look like jeans. “All right” she said, ignoring my gaze, “let’s go.”

Honey, I thought, I would follow you into a burning building with that outfit on.

+ + +

As soon as we walked in the door someone handed me a beer. I wasn’t a huge beer drinker, but I also could use a little social lubricant to get through this situation, so I gladly took one and downed it. Audrey introduced me to her friends, antalya escort bayan none of whom seemed to have any interest in even acknowledging my existence as they started blabbing about whatever it is that marketing majors talk about. I wandered over to a beer pong table and was quickly roped into a game.

One game became two and three as my teammate and I turned out to be pretty good players. When we finally lost I realize it had been a couple of hours, and I suddenly felt VERY drunk. Shit. How did that happen?

I wandered away from the beer pong table and spotted Audrey across the room, chatting with some dude in skinny jeans. They looked like they were getting awfully close…. fuck. I don’t know what I expected, but the thought of her with some other dude turned my stomach. Although the thought of her naked on top of anything made my jeans start to feel a little tight, so — fuck. I need to stop daydreaming about her naked in public like that.

I shook away the fog of my little reverie and noticed Audrey headed for the door, her dude walking the other way towards the bathroom. Awesome! My drunken brain mixed with the testosterone of my fantasy and the relief of seeing she’s not going home with Mr Skinny Jeans suddenly emboldened me, and I decided tonight was the night. I was going to tell her how I feel. It felt right. Months of pining, I just needed a little push to build up my courage.

I jogged towards the door she had just walked through, and as I stepped outside called out her name.

She was standing at the bottom of the stairs looking at her phone, and turned and smiled at me. “Hey, Noah, you looked like you were killing it at beer pong. Aren’t you glad you came out?”

“Hell yeah.” Shit, I sounded a little more slurry than I expected. Sober up, this is important stuff. “Hey listen, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something.” I took a couple of steps closer to her, and saw what I hoped was anticipation, but in retrospect was more likely fear or annoyance at what she knew was coming.

“Oh?” she asked. Something felt off here, but I was full steam ahead at this point.

“Look, I’ve really loved hanging out with you these past few months, but like, if I’m honest, I just find you super attractive, and, like” — fuck, where was I going with this? — “I dunno, I was wondering if you would ever, like—“

She stopped me right there. “God fucking dammit.” This didn’t sound good. My stomach dropped. “Why does this happen every time I try to have a guy friend? I give you guys every signal I’m not interested and you just have to push through.”

I was so confused. “What?” Am I just too drunk to understand what she’s talking about?

“I’m not a fucking idiot Noah. I can see you trying to sneak peaks at my tits every time we’re talking, thinking I don’t notice. I NOTICE.” She grabbed her tits roughly. “I’ve had these things forever, you think I’m not used to guys staring at them? And all my guy friends in high school were just like you, being my best friend just so they could tell me they loved me. I thought now that I was in college with ADULTS things might be a little different. But you’re just like the high school boys.” Her big brown eyes that had always drawn me in suddenly seemed to have an equal amount of power to show how angry she was. Her tits that I had spent so much time thinking about (and apparently not so subtly staring at) were literally heaving in front of me as she breathed. This was NOT going as I had envisioned at all.

I started to backpedal. “Whoa, whoa, I…. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mess things up, I just…. we can just be friends if that’s what you want?” I was starting to realize in my infatuation with this girl that I hadn’t really bothered to make any other actual friends.

“I don’t want your consolation prize friendship, dude. Just go—“

“HEY, Audrey, everything all right?” I looked behind me and saw Skinny Jeans himself coming towards us.

Audrey’s face relaxed as she saw him, and then she glanced back at me with an almost evil sneer before replying to him. “Hey Todd. Yeah I was just… eh it, doesn’t matter. You ready?”

I suddenly felt like the smallest person in the world. I don’t matter? Also, ready for what?

She walked up to Skinny Jea– err, Todd, apparently, and they embraced and shared a…. well, a pretty hot fucking kiss, as I just stood there gaping like an idiot. They broke apart and he just gazed at her like I had thought about doing so many times. “God damn girl, that’s what I’m talkin’ bout.” He did not just say that. “I take it that means you are accepting my offer to come back to my place?”

Shit, his place? Man. I misread this situation in more ways than I had thought. Sufficiently cowed, I turned to walk back towards the dorm, completely defeated.

“Hey, hold on a sec Noah.” Apparently I existed again, though I couldn’t imagine what she still wanted from me at this point. I glanced escort antalya back and she just held up a “hold on” finger at me as she whispered with Todd. His eyes got wide

“Seriously?” he said in what sounded like disbelief. She shushed him and then started rubbing his thigh as she continued whispering something in his ear. He kept glancing at me, and then back to her – – first her hand, that was moving closer and closer to a pretty prominent bulge in his ridiculous jeans, and then to her top, which somehow seemed to have lowered itself even more than it was before, to the point that i could swear I was seeing areola. He slowly nodded. “Shit girl, you’re wild. But whatever it takes I guess.” he said.

That evil grin widened on her face and she told him to wait there, and started to walk over to me. I felt like a prisoner awaiting my sentencing….

“Alright, I’m feeling charitable tonight, Noah. Usually when dudes like you decide they are in LOOOVE with me, I just cut them out of my life. But I’m gonna try something different with you.”

I suddenly had a flash of hope that she was going to go home with me instead of the other dude, or — a thought that would never have crossed my mind a minute ago but now I felt certain we were leading up to it — invite me into a threesome?? A devil’s threesome, sure, but if it meant I got a shot at Audrey I could try to ignore the other cock in the room, I guess? Man, Audrey and i had talked about a lot but I didn’t realize she’d be this kinky….

“I was planning on going home with Todd over there and fucking his brains out.” Well, that much was obvious when you were rubbing his crotch a minute ago, I thought. “But I’m feeling a little more adventurous tonight.” Here it comes, holy shit. “If you want to watch, you can.”

Wait, what?

She wants me to watch her fuck another dude?

“Wait, what?” My mouth finally caught up with what my brain had asked.

She seemed to really revel in my confusion and awkwardness. She leaned in closer to me, taunting me with her amazing cleavage. “You heard me. This is a one time offer, and the only time you have even a CHANCE of seeing me naked.” She looked me up and down. “Honestly, it might be the only chance you have of seeing anyone close to me naked.” Jesus, when did she get this cruel streak? I always liked her confidence, but didn’t really grasp how quickly it would turn into dominance.

She stared at me. “I’ll give you a minute to think about it before we go. But remember, only chance.” At that she actually cupped her breasts and squeezed them before turning around and walking back to Todd, who still looked like aliens had come down to Earth and he wasn’t sure how to feel about it (though his tented pants gave me and anyone else who was nearby a good idea of how he felt about it).

I stood there swaying on my feet. Not just because I was drunk, but just from the whiplash. Five minutes ago I thought I had a real shot at making my beautiful friend my girlfriend. Two minutes ago I thought she was going to invite me into a threesome. And now she thinks I’ll want to just watch her? Why would I do that?? It’s an insane thing to say to someone.

I looked over at her. She was back at Todd’s side, rubbing his thigh again, saying something in his ear. Where earlier he was looking at me with a look of maybe pity mixed with trepidation, whatever effect her whispering (and rubbing….) had on him made his look almost… malicious? He was looking at me like you’d look at someone if they were spit-shining your shoes for a quarter and you were debating just kicking them for fun.

But she was also looking at me. Those doe eyes were fixed on me, even as she spoke to him, even as her hands roamed over him. They had malice in them as well, but also such a raw sexual energy that my heart was just hammering in my chest. I thought my mind had been made up that her proposal was insane, that I would just walk away and try to avoid her in the halls, but then I’d catch that gaze, and the words “only chance” echoed through my head. I thought of all the nights I had dared to even dream of what she looked like under her clothes, and the thought of never being able to find out for real, when I had the opportunity…. I mean, I watched porn right? All the fucking time?! It’s not like I have never watched two people fuck before. And Audrey was what porn stars DREAMED they could look like.

Fuck it, college is about new experiences right? I held her gaze for a second, in actual disbelief at what was about to happen… and just gave her the slightest of nods. Her smile grew like the Grinch, she whispered “let’s go” to Todd, and as they walked away she gave me the “come hither” finger behind her.

+ + +

It was only a few blocks of a walk to Todd’s apartment. I followed them like a lost puppy as they strolled the streets like longtime lovers. She glanced back at me only once, and the rest of the time they never acknowledged my existence as they flirted with each other. Their sexual energy was palpable, and more than once I thought that I would just turn around and go home by myself. But then I’d look at her ass, held firm by those jeans, and the thought of being locked alone in my bathroom with an image of her when the real thing is out there….

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“Ron, could you (mumble, mumble)…?”

“Say again?” I called from the garage back to my wife, Ginny, who was in the kitchen at the time and apparently thought that if she said it, I should have received it. Sigh.

“Just (mumble, mumble)… “

I put down the bicycle, wiped my greasy hands on a rag, and went back inside. “Say again?” I asked.

“Your phone was ringing, it looked like an unknown number, so I let it go.”

“Perfect, thanks. If they want to leave a message, they can. I’m going to go back to tuning the bikes.”

“Have fun.”

“Yep, some fun a’coming, for sure!” I laughed as I exited back to the garage.

An hour and more grease later, both bikes were ready for the season, and I’d cleaned up. I finally got around to looking at the phone, and sure enough, the mystery number had left a message, so I listened:

“Ron, Comrade Jim here – hoping you’re at this number. Gimme a call back if able.”

Ah, that took me back. Jim and I were in a military unit back in the day that used “Comrade” as an ironic joke label for each other – our unit was dedicated to opposing the Marxists and their cohorts, and we were far from sympathetic to that cause. Only unit members called each other that, and it did lead on occasion to problems, but it stuck, and became a way of identifying each other, almost a fraternity secret handshake kind of thing. Anyway, Jim and I had been great friends back in our bachelor days “never sparing ourselves any good or evil,” as T. E. Laurence once said of his days in the desert. I had to smile just thinking back on the crazy things we did, on missions and off, the on mission work not discussable even yet, the off mission episodes the stuff that makes for bar tales that others find hard to believe.

I called him back immediately.

“Comrade Jim,” I said as he answered, “you’re still alive?! How could that be??”

“No explaining it, Comrade Ron – no explaining it at all. And I’ve become so set in my ways, downright respectable, that you probably wouldn’t recognize me.”

“Yeah, same here – married, family, even a roof over our heads not made of tin – but it’s good. I’m a fortunate soul.”

“Likewise. Listen, I’ve gotta run to something, but I’d love to catch up. You still live in Boston?”

“Nah, left that long ago. I’ll text you the whole address and email thing.”

“OK, great – let me know a time that’s good for us to talk – I’m back in all week next week.”

“I’ll do that – maybe we can actually meet up some time.”

“Hope so, see ya, Comrade!”

“Za Vstrechu!”

And we hung up. The next week, we got on the phone, yakked for a good hour or so, catching up, and found that he and his wife were planning a vacation trip to New England to visit their grown son. The route was coming near our place on the way, so we arranged for them to stay with us for at least a night, maybe more, get the wives introduced, do some serious reminiscing, and maybe even include an adult beverage or two. I broke the news to my wife Ginny that Comrade Jim and his wife Sylvia were going to be our guests. Ginny was fine with the idea, and I knew our calendar was clear for that, another two weeks away. I explained the whole Comrade thing, and shared that I knew nothing much about Sylvia except that they’d been together long enough to have a son in his early 20s and on his own, similar to us. I hadn’t asked more about kids (yeah, I should have), but it just didn’t come up on the short call.

Long story short, we re-established our friendship, albeit online, and I looked forward to our actual reuniting. I think Ginny rolled her eyes a bit during the planning, wondering just how much I was going to revert to my wilder younger days despite my middle age. But it was all good.

Jim and Sylvia arrived on time as planned, a Friday afternoon (that was one thing we learned in the military – how to be on time), and while Jim seemed not to have aged nearly as much as I was worried that I had. We’d shared online photos, so I knew that he was still, like me, in decent shape, probably better looking since my hair had gotten thinner, dammit, while his was still full – fuller than in our military days.

Sylvia, a bit of a surprise, was a piece of work – great sense of humor, obviously loved Jim and gave him no slack in the teasing department. Ginny was probably a bit overwhelmed by both of their extroverted ways, but before long, it was apparent that Ginny was enjoying herself as well, as the ladies drank wine after a light dinner, while Jim and I got into the bourbon. Some great war stories ensued (places and dates redacted, of course), one or two even true, more rolling of female eyes, more male laughter, and eventually we all cleaned up and went to our quarters (Jim and Sylvia upstairs in the larger of our spare bedrooms, Ginny and I downstairs in the master as usual).

The next day, Jim and I golfed. After coffee and toast, we left the wives at home and headed out. The pro shop had clubs for guests, and we decided to do pull carts rather than drive, for the exercise. It was mersin escort a great weather day, not so great for my golf game, but it never is. I’m not out there to score, just to enjoy the game and see if I can get a couple of decent shots in, and try not to go triple digits while I’m at it.

After the round, we had a beer at the 19th hole and relaxed. “We’re pretty lucky, comrade,” I reflected. “Decent life styles, decent jobs, great country despite its struggles these days.”

“Yep,” he answered, “And don’t forget, we both married up – way up for you, understand.”

Chuckling but not willing to give the edge, I said back, “Way up for us both from what I can tell. You’re lucky anyone, much less a babe like Sylvia, ever bought your BS. What’d you do to get her to the alter – blackmail? drugged her? promised her riches you don’t have?”

He laughed back, “Nope, just hauled out the trusty magic flesh wand – she took one look and that wrapped the deal.”

“Yeah, right! Well, you did well, comrade.”

“And you – you’re definitely boxing way above your class with Ginny. She’s a real wet dream!”

“Whoa – you’re talking about the mother of our son there, buster!” I was still chuckling, faking the shock, and he knew it.

“Well, that’s one mother I’d definitely like to fuck – she’s a major MILF, as I hope you appreciate.”

“Well, so is Sylvia, of course. But only in our dreams, bro, only in our dreams.”

“Maybe, ever consider going outside the box on that topic?”

“Consider, sure. Act on it, nah. Too risky. I’ll stick with gold at home and occasionally gazing at silver elsewhere.”

“Your call,” he said, and that was the end of that. But the seed of the idea had been planted, and it was definitely planted in the fertile soil of my dirt-rich mind.

——————————————

That evening was dinner out, pleasant conversation, and I found I kept gazing back over at Sylvia, enjoying her somewhat low-cut dress that showed off some fine cleavage and no tan lines. She was an alternate to my Ginny – brown hair and eyes, well curved without being overdone, with what I guessed as C+ or so breasts, a definite change from my Ginny’s blonde/blue athletic svelte A/B cup. Neither woman was model-gorgeous, but each was a step above just attractive.

I’d never strayed, and believed the same of Ginny. I figured that the risk of being caught might be mitigated by careful planning down to low, never to zero; but the penalty if ever caught would be devastating. That evening, faced with Sylvia’s cleavage and enough bourbon to relax my Jiminy Cricket conscience, I wasn’t about to pursue anything, but I was quite ok with looking, appreciating, and even fantasizing. My imagination drifted off, and more than once I was caught not paying attention to the conversation.

Later, in bed with Ginny, lights out, just zoning in the dark, I asked, “so how was your day anyway? You pretty much got a rundown on how well I didn’t golf. Did you two get along?”

“Oh, yes, we hit it right off, and she’s such an extrovert, she kept me laughing at stories of her antics over the years, how she and Jim got together and all that. We had a nice lunch, did some browsing around downtown but didn’t buy anything, just strolled and chatted.”

“Well, good. Jim mentioned their travel plans, and sorry, but I couldn’t help offering them our place to stay again on their way back home. They’re coming back through in a week – it’s ok if they stay here again then, right?”

“Sure – Sylvia and I came to the same conclusion.”

“Well, sweet dreams.”

“You too.”

We were silent for a moment, my eyes closed, about to slide into drowse and then sleep, when she spoke again.

“Ah, Ron?”

“Yeah, hon?”

“There’s something else that came up, too.”

“Yeah? What?”

“Well, we were having lunch, and I noticed that she had an ankle bracelet on. No big thing, but I complimented it. It’s a simple gold chain with some kind of emblem, and it looked nice with her sandals and sundress. I didn’t think anything but to say I liked it.”

“And?”

“And, she asked if I knew what it meant. Which I didn’t, other than being an attractive gold bauble, something that’s not very common.”

“And?”

“Well, she explained that it meant she was a ‘hot wife,’ as she put it. And I showed my naiveté by asking about that term, and she said it meant that sometimes she and Jim ‘play around’ with others, as in have sex!”

“Wow. Go on.”

“Then she said that they don’t do it very often, but every once in a while an opportunity comes up, and things just click, and they always check with the other, and they never go off alone, so that means they watch and get watched, and then maybe do it again but with different partners. You can imagine, I felt like the biggest hayseed, not knowing anything about such things. Then she pointed out that she had it on her left ankle, which meant, to those in the know, that she was already in a relationship – but if it was on her right ankle mersin escort bayan it would mean she was either open to something, or maybe already had picked someone out and that would be a signal of her willingness.”

“Sounds like quite the underground society – sort of ‘Eyes Wide Shut’ – remember that one?”

“I remember you liked all the female nudity and I thought it was just an overaged teenager fantasy thing.”

“Huh. Jim hasn’t tried to hustle you, has he? She’s been fun, but nothing suspect in that direction with me anyway.”

“Remember, she wears it on her left ankle, so she’s committed to Jim – I think maybe she wore it either to shock me, which she sure did, or maybe to be flirtatious with Jim without being too obvious to us that she was in the mood.”

“Yeah, that makes more sense – I don’t think she’d try to shock you in a mean way. It’s probably just that flirt with Jim thing. But it sure is interesting.”

By then, I was getting ideas myself, and reached over to cup Ginny’s breast, but she shrugged me off, saying, “Nice try, but no, I don’t think I’m up for sex right now. Sorry, but I’m tired, and besides, you’d probably be thinking more of Sylvia than of me.”

“No way, hon,” I said, honestly. “I don’t fantasize about others when I’m with you – it’s just not my thing. And it’s ok. I wonder if she told Jim about your conversation, and if it will change the mood of things tomorrow.”

And we slept, soundly for me, and with no dreams I could recall, although I did wake up with an enjoyable morning wood – not uncommon, just a nice feeling to have.

————————————————-

The next day, their scheduled departure, was set for us to have breakfast together then for them to hit the road. We did that, Ginny going beyond expectations with a real feast, leaving me to need only to make the coffee, which I did adequately, I think.

We all sat down, feasted, and then Jim and I hauled the bags down and out to their car while the ladies tidied up the kitchen. When Jim and I had the car loaded, I could tell something was in the air with Ginny, not sure what. We all gave fond farewells, and I confirmed that they would come back through and stay again for a night – at least – on their way back home. Jim and I bro-hugged, while the various other combinations real-hugged, and they were off. We waved to them from our front porch, and headed back in.

“What did you think about that??” Ginny asked, ever the don’t-need-to-explain-my-brain partner. I got her a cup of coffee and we sat back down at the kitchen table across from her.

“Nice folks – glad they came, look forward to seeing them again.”

“Did you notice anything today?”

“Not in particular. They sure liked your bacon and waffles. Why?”

“Did you notice Sylvia?”

“This is turning into a real twenty questions – I noticed her, but nothing special, why?”

“Today, she had the anklet on her right ankle!”

“Ah, so yesterday she was in a relationship, and today she’s just available? I guess I missed my chance,” I chuckled.

“More than that, dufus! Today she’s with us, and she indicates she’s looking?! I’d say she’s looking for you!”

“More likely that she’s looking for you – you’re the one she gave the ankle tutorial to. Jim never mentioned anything like that to me – other than saying you’re a MILF and I’m lucky to have you, which was no news to me, other than being a bit surprised he’d come right out and said it… and more, now that I think of it.”

“What more??”

“Well, he spelled it out at the time – out on the golf course. He said you’re a mother he’d like to fuck if he ever got the chance, and then, I’m not sure how he put it, but he sort of hinted that trading sometime would be fine with him. I took it as somewhat lacking taste, but being a compliment to you. I told him we were both lucky in our choice of wives, and in the context of the conversation, he may have taken that as I’d like to be with Sylvia as well – we didn’t pursue the topic.”

“Oh. And why didn’t you tell me then?”

“Hell, I don’t know – it was just guy golf talk, locker room stuff, and it didn’t go anywhere. Frankly, I’ll bet that about 90% of the males out there would like to be with you, and the other 10% are pre-pubescent or post-Alzheimer’s. You really are a babe, as I’ve told you over and over, and which I’ve appreciated since we met. It is something of a compliment to you that guys like Jim are hot for you – it’s just sort of an insult to me, in a strict morality scenario, that they’d voice it to me, much less to you.

“But this is about Sylvia and you,” I continued. “Jim and I weren’t involved. Like I said, I’d theorize she’s after you, just testing the waters.”

“Me?! She’s all hetero, I’d say.”

“And I’d guess bi. In any event, they’ll be coming back, so I’ll try to pay more attention to her ankles, and you can either be on guard or open to things or whatever works.”

“What?! And if I said that I was ‘open to things’ as you put it, escort mersin with Jim, what would you want to happen, and what would you do?”

Uh-oh. Deep waters, tread delicately, buster.

“Ah,” I started, not really sure about the answers to her questions, “well, part of me thinks it would be fun, and harmless fun, between friends. And part of me sees the risks involved, but at least we don’t live near them or need to ever see them again if things don’t go right. And part of me never wants to share you, because I’d be scared to death you’d leave. So there.”

“I’d never leave someone I love with all my heart, you dummy!” she said.

And then I added, “… and part of me just gets turned on by the whole scenario – go figure, but so there.”

“Turned on, as in more turned on if you were watching me make it with someone else than if you were just getting a hall pass?”

“Yes, the turn on is about sharing you. I’d be more turned on by you and me with another guy than by me with another woman, or than by you and me with another woman, although that last one has its own set of possibilities.”

“I wish they weren’t counting on coming back on their way home, but at least I’ve got the time to think about the whole thing, and what if – what if they really do want to have a foursome, and I don’t think I do?”

“Hey, if any of the four of us is not willing, or is even on the fence, I say we decline gracefully, and toast our good fortune to be able to have good friends, regardless of other issues.”

“I may hold you to that, but if it’s a turn on to you, I guess maybe I should at least consider it. I don’t want to be opposed to something you want… but this is a big step – I’m still not really sure about this.”

“Well, don’t be doing it for me, Ginny. I’ve been fine with you monogamously (is that word?), and will continue to be after their re-visit, regardless of your decision, regardless of what transpires. You take your time, and if you want to talk, I’ll talk. Otherwise, I’ll give you your space – on this topic. I’m not about to give you your space in bed!” I said, laughing, and hoping that it would be taken as a flirtation.

“No, I wouldn’t want you to. I like invading your space there, and you invading mine particularly!” she smiled back, and I knew things were ok. Whew!

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The time crawled and flew – the way time does – and the next thing we knew, another late-afternoon, and Jim and Sylvia were pulling up outside our place. We welcomed them in, carried bags as before, and so forth. I noted, and I’m sure Ginny did, that Sylvia was indeed wearing that anklet on her right ankle, and I was hoping that wasn’t freaking Ginny out, but it didn’t seem to be an issue, just not mentioned.

They’d been on the road and wanted to clean up, and so they headed off to the bathroom upstairs while Ginny and I bided our time downstairs. Not too long after, they emerged, Jim in shorts and polo shirt, Sylvia in a red blouse and khaki mini-skirt (not too mini, very casual, and sexy because of her, not because of the skirt). I’d also been in shorts and a camp shirt, Ginny in a tank top and shorts – also sexy to me, since I knew it was a shelf bra thing, no extra bra straps.

Soon after, Jim and I headed off to the store to get more charcoal and fresh vegetables- something I’d intentionally “forgotten,” to give us time on our own, and the ladies the same.

We chatted about nothing in particular – their other vacation days, the golf where they’d gone. After leaving the store with the briquettes, we headed back home.

“We’re really glad to be back here with you guys, comrade!” Jim remarked.

“And we’re glad as well – we’ll definitely kick back this evening – no schedule, nothing but good food, good friends,” I answered, unsure of how to address the elephant crowding the back seat of the car.

“You know, Sylvia’s taken quite a liking to you – she thinks you’re ‘hot’ as she puts it,” he opened.

“Well, I’m flattered – she’s definitely needing that optometrist’s appointment if she’s seeing me that way.” I laughed.

“Yeah, well, I’m seeing Ginny likewise. You know, this is a great opportunity for the four of us to get to know each other a lot better, if you get my drift.”

“Is that what the right ankle thing is about?”

“Ah, you noticed. Yes indeed. I was half hoping that Ginny would be wearing one as well by the time we got back here, but I realize that’s a big step. You haven’t slugged me yet for suggesting this – how are you with the idea, anyway?”

“Well, since it’s out in the open, I guess, I’d have to say I’m turned on by the idea, but Ginny is reluctant to say the least. She’s said she’d consider doing something like that for my sake if that’s what I want, but I’d want her to be in favor of it on her own, not just for me.”

“Uh-huh. I’d agree with feeling that way. Sylvia and I sort of fell into our first time, and I remember both of us worrying that the other wouldn’t feel as we did, but it turned out great, and we were able to both get on board, so to speak, right from the get-go. Is there anything that you’d suggest I do or not do, or that Sylvia do or not do? We’d love to move to the next step with you two, but we don’t want to scare you away, and you know that I wouldn’t do anything to mess up a comrade!”

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In the last few years, I have started to do short solo backpacking trips around Vancouver. There are so many great spots in the local mountains to hike and camp and recharge.

I had always wanted to hike to Rampart Ponds – it’s a new backcountry campsite a couple of days walk from the nearest trailhead. Finally in September, I got a nice window of warm fall weather and packed up and headed out to the park. The first day is pretty easy with a short hike into the Elfin Lakes campsites. I got there early in the heat of mid-day and even had time for a very cold dip in one of the Elfin lakes. I lazed away the afternoon in the sun reading my book and taking in the views. I had an early dinner and with the short days of September, I was in my sleeping bag by 8 pm. A few hours later, I was awoken by lots of noise and commotion from a late arriving group. It sounded like they were having trouble setting up their tent in the dark – there was much muttering in German but also some laughing.

The next morning I was up early for the walk up to Rampart Ponds. I only met the late arrivals for a few minutes before I headed up the trail. They were 2 young very gorgeous German girls backpacking around Canada for the summer. When I talked with them, I found out that they too were headed to Rampart Ponds today. I set off alone. I made good progress hiking and it looked like I would get to the Ponds just in the early afternoon. I decided to have a long lunch and a bit of a siesta in the warm fall sun lying on a warm flat rock outcrop. I was awoken by the sound of the two girls approaching and talking. As they rounded the corner, I said “hello” and unfortunately startled them a bit.

They took their packs off and sat on the rock outcrop with me. They got out their lunches and started eating. They confessed they had been on high alert and were very worried about Canadian bears after hearing one too many bear stories. I tried to reassure them that with some smarts about how you hike and set camp you can make it so bears aren’t much of a problem – they were not buying this, they still looked concerned.

After a while, I shouldered my pack and set off down the trail calling back, “I will see you at the campsite”. It was turning into a hot afternoon as I huffed my way up the final hill to the Ponds. I was setting up my tent, when the girls came around the ankara escort corner. They asked if they could set their tent up near mine to feel safer. I told them I was fine with that.

In a very unembarrassed European way, they dropped their packs, peeled off their clothes and headed straight into the cold alpine lake. It was amazing to see these two very lilith blonde girls with stunning bodies and beautiful pert breasts heading into the lake. Probably to not offend my North American sensibilities they left their bra and panties on. There was much screaming and quick splashing before they quickly re-emerged from the ice cold lake. Their bra and panties were now soaked and transparently stuck to their beautiful lilith bodies. The water must have been very cold as their nipples stuck proudly out through their bras. They sat in their bra and panties in the sun drying off for the next few hours.

We cooked dinner together a long ways away from our tents and then we all put our food and cooking gear in the bear lockers. With the short September day’s, I headed to my tent soon after the sun went down and the temperature started to drop. I heard the girls head to bed a few minutes later.

I was awoken sometime later by someone frantically pulling at my tent door. It was the girls, they were frantic as a bear had come into camp and the bear found a forgotten chocolate bar in the top of one of their packs. The trouble was the pack was in their tent with them at the time. Luckily they exited the tent on one side (the door side) as the bear entered through the other side (not the door side). I guessed the bear was probably long gone with its booty by now. I got up, grabbed my air horn and bear spray, and my headlamp. The first thing I noticed was the girls were just in their panties. They looked a bit embarrassed and told me they normally sleep in the nude but out here slept in their panties. I refocused on the task at hand, first determining that the bear wasn’t in camp anymore and then began to survey the damage to their stuff. The bear had totally wrecked their tent – slashing one whole side of their tent and then chewed and slobbered on their clothes and packs, chewed on one of their sleeping bags, and chewed a hole in one of their sleeping pads.

I suggested the best we could probably was squeeze into my tent ankara escort bayan till the morning. They grabbed their remaining sleeping bag and working sleeping pad and came over to my tent. My tent is affectionately called a coffin tent. It is very small and very light and with some effort you can normally cram two people in the tent. Three was going to be interesting.

We arranged the remaining sleeping pads and opened up both sleeping bags to put over us. The best arrangement we could come up with to fit was tightly spooning each other. They were still pretty shaken and wanted to be either side of me. We tried to settle in but there was constant movement trying to find somewhere to put your arms and hands.

The girls said something to each other in German.

Petra was behind me. I could feel her pert little breasts and nipples drilling into my back. With nowhere else to put my hand, I reached over and put my hand on Ingrid’s bare stomach.

There was another exchange in German.

Ingrid grabbed my hand and moved it up to her breasts and pushed her beautiful ass back against my now growing hard-on. Petra could see Ingrid grind her ass against my crotch and reached over and started to massage my stiffening cock through my pants. I was so enjoying all of this, massaging Ingrid’s breasts and playing with her nipples while Petra rubbed my cock.This went on for a few wonderful minutes with me massaging Ingrid’s breast and Petra massaging my cock through my pants.

Finally, Ingrid rolled to face me and asked me to kiss her. We started kissing softly but quickly were kissing each other more deeply. Petra pushed her hand down the front of my pants and grabbed onto my cock and started to jerk on it. Then Petra asked for a kiss, so I rolled towards her and I got to see those beautiful pert breasts for the first time, what a sight – tiny milky white breasts with small dark areolas around beautiful erect eraser-like nipples. We kissed deeply and I began to stroke her breasts and play with her nipples. Ingrid was squirming behind me and somehow had gotten her panties off. She pulled at my pants and got them down to my knees and pulled me onto my back and immediately engulfed my cock with her mouth. Petra broke away from our kiss and moved down and joined Ingrid’s sucking my cock – it was magical.

Ingrid escort ankara then climbed up and put her leg over my head and lowered her beautiful – oh so wet – cleanly shaven pussy right onto my face. I nibbled her pussy lips and got to work on her clit. She was quickly grinding away on my face. Petra was still sucking my cock and playing with my balls. Petra stopped and like a good contortionist got her panties off and climbed onto me and lowered her hot pussy onto my waiting throbbing cock. Ingrid was grinding away on my face and very willing tongue while Petra was picking up speed and pounding up and down on my cock. Ingrid started to really squirm and then shuddered into an orgasm, once she recovered a bit she asked Petra if she could fuck me.

With lots of awkward moving around in the cramped space of the tent. Finally, I got Ingrid on all fours and entered her from behind. Doggy is my favorite position. There is something so animalistic about it. It even got better when Petra crawled underneath and started licking my balls as I pounded in and out of Ingrid.

They had another exchange in German.

They asked me to lay on my back and both of them started to suck my cock alternating whose mouth it was in and who was licking my balls. I wasn’t going to last long. I announced I was going to cum and they both leaned in and thick ropes of cum erupted across Petra’s face and onto her out-stretched tongue and into her waiting mouth. She leaned over and Ingrid licked the cum from her face and then they shared a long deep cum filled kiss – so hot. The three of us felt very spent and quickly got more comfortable and fell asleep.

In the morning, once the sun had warmed up the tent we all emerged and cooked breakfast. Later, I came up from washing the dishes in the lake and Ingrid and Petra were again chattering away in German and looking over and smiling at me. They then came over and both began kissing me and started pulling at the drawstring of my pants. Once my pants were around my ankles, Petra kept kissing me and Ingrid dropped to her knees and gave me a long slow sloppy blowjob. After a few minutes of Ingrid’s wonderful oral pleasure, I came on Ingrid’s face and tongue and into her waiting mouth. Then she leaned up and gave Petra a long beautiful cum filled kiss.

They then packed up their remaining gear as they wanted to leave soon so they could get back to the trailhead in one day. A short while later, they shouldered their packs, gave me a quick kiss goodbye, and were gone.

I was going to spend another, probably less memorable, night before hiking out.

This is why I think backpacking is awesome.

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One chilly day in April I was feeling bored and lonely and was surfing the internet. I came across this group for truckers online and decided to join the chat group. I got to talking a little bit with a few of them, some of them only wanted to talk about one thing and that was sex. I plain and simply just wasn’t in the mood to talk about sex but there was this one really nice trucker, Dorian, online and he was so easy to talk to and he liked to talk about all kinds of things.

At first all we did was talk about the different places that he had been and the different places that he was headed to, movies, music and our families. Mostly just chatting online but eventually we were texting each other every day off and on throughout the day and then we started exchanging pictures. I eventually started to really look forward to waking up to his, “Good Morning Beautiful!” and falling asleep to his, “Sweet dreams sweetheart!” messages every day. Eventually our conversations and text messages started becoming more and more personal, flirtier and more sexual. Dorian and I have been texting and sharing photos for about 3 months now. But we have yet to meet but we have been wanting to for about a month now but we have not had the opportunity yet.

I’m laying in bed being lazy and not wanting to get up and kind of dozing when I get his text saying that he has a load to deliver in the next state over and that he’ll be coming through. He was hoping to stop here and see me and wanted to know if I wanted to meet up and spend some time together this weekend.

As soon as I read that I got butterflies and was so nervous, I knew I wanted to see him but I was so scared, nervous and excited all at the same time and so I was just straight out honest with him about what I was feeling. I told him how scared and nervous I was but that I was also really excited and wanted to see him. He told me that he was nervous and excited as well. He said that he had no expectations at all that if all we did was hang out and talk, that was absolutely fine with him. Knowing that he wanted to meet me just to spend time with me made me even more sure that I wanted to meet him. So I said yes and that I was really excited to finally get to meet him face to face. He said that he was on his way and that he should be here sometime Friday afternoon or early evening.

Friday morning gets here and I get his, “Good Morning Beautiful can’t wait to see you today!” message and then around 2pm or so I get another text from him saying that he’ll be here around 4pm and asked where I wanted to meet up. I told him that there is a truck stop that has an ice cream shop attached to it just off the highway and that I would park on the side of the building closest to where the semis park. I told him what vehicle I would be driving.

After I got done texting him I showered and fixed my hair. Then I tried to decide what to wear. I finally decided on a lacy white bra, under a lacy peach cami with a peach top over it and matching white lacy thong and a simple knee length black skirt. I got dressed and put a little gloss on my lips and then I’m ready to go so I grab my wallet, phone and keys and head out.

It only takes me maybe 10 minutes before I’m pulling into the parking lot and parking where I told him I would wait, not knowing if he was here yet or not. I sat there for a few minutes trying to calm my nervousness before I grabbed my phone and started to message him, to let him know that I was here, but before I could even send the message escort there was a knock on my window that made me jump. I turned to look and see who was knocking on my window only to be greeted by his dazzling smile. I smile and feel my heart race and I instantly get a million butterflies. I take a deep breath and open my door and step out and shut the door and lean back against the door.

I look up at him and say, “Hi!!” and he says, “Hi beautiful!” which of course makes me smile, blush and look down. I’m feeling shy, bashful and giggly like a schoolgirl…thank heavens I’m not actually giggling, how embarrassing would that be. When I look down he reaches up and ever so gently tips my chin up to look at him and the second he touches me it feels electric, I look up and he is smiling down at me and then he steps closer to me and leans down and kisses me ever so softly at first. But as soon as his lips touch mine it feels like every cell in my body has come to life. I lean into the kiss and wrap my arms around him and I just feel like I am melting into him and he wraps his arm around my waist and the other one slides up my back as he leans into me pressing his body against me. As we stand there kissing it just feels like the world has disappeared and that it is just him and I there.

The kiss ends and we pull apart just a breath between us, just standing there wrapped in each other’s arms, his forehead resting against mine, both of us breathless now. We just stood there for what felt like an eternity wrapped in each other’s arms. We pull away slightly and look into each other’s eyes and we both know exactly what is about to happen.

He says, “wanna see my truck?” and all I can say is, “yes”. He takes my hand and we walk hand in hand over to his truck. He walks over to the passenger side and opens the door and helps me into the passenger seat, shuts the door and walks around and climbs in the drivers side and shuts the door. He stands up, reaches out to take my hand and leads me into the back. He faces me and reaches behind me and pulls a curtain across so that we can’t see out and no one can see in.

Then he leans down, wraps his arms around me and pulls me in close and I slide my hands up his chest and wrap them around his neck and look up at him and he leans down and brushes his lips against mine. A gentle kiss becomes a kiss full of passion and need. I press into him as his kisses trail along my jaw down my neck, he slides his hands down and grabs my thighs and lifts me up and he steps back and sits down on the bed and slides back until his back is resting against the back wall, pulling me with him as I straddle his lap. My thighs resting on either side of his, my skirt sliding up my legs.

I slide my hands up and run my fingers through his hair while kissing his soft lips, gently biting his bottom lip, eliciting a low growl from him. His hands caressing my back, his lips move to my ear, nibbling on my earlobe, his lips kissing his way down my neck. I pull his face up to kiss me again as he slides his hands down and grasps my ass and pulls me in tight against him. I can feel him hard against me. I press my hips down rocking against his hardness, only my thin panties and his jeans separating us.

I pull back slightly and slide my hands down his chest, down along his sides and grab the bottom of his shirt and pull it up and over his head and off and toss it to the floor, before reaching down and grabbing the bottom of my shirt and removing it and exposing more flesh to his roving eyes. escort bayan He leans in kissing my neck, my shoulder, his beard tickling me. I slide my hands around his neck as I let my head fall back and sigh as he kisses his way across my chest, kissing across the top of my breasts to the other side.

While he slides his hands up my hips and up under the edge of my cami and up my sides caressing my bare skin as he goes until he pulls the front of it up and over my head and it pulls my arms back and pins my arms behind me, causing my chest to thrust out. Using one hand to hold it he reaches up and trails kisses down my shoulder as he slides my bra strap off one side and then he moves to the other side and does the same thing on the other side. Then he leaves a trail of kisses across my chest, until he reaches the small clasp in front. Where he places kisses between my breasts while he reaches up and pinches the clasp and releases my breast to his hungry gaze. He lets the cami go and slides his hands up and cups my breasts in his hands as he bends down and takes one of my peaks into his mouth and swirls his tongue around it causing me to arch my back into him as a moan escapes my lips as he switches to the other.

He pulls my cami and bra off and tosses them to the floor. I then wrap my arms around his neck and pull him into me, pressing my chest against him as we kiss. He lays his hands on my thighs right on the edge of my skirt caressing my bare skin, running his hands up under the edge of my skirt and I can’t help breaking our kiss and letting a sigh escape my lips. While giving him a naughty wicked grin waiting for him to discover my surprise for him…we lock eyes as he continues to run his hands up my thighs, then to my hips and around to my bare ass checks, I see the look of pure lust in his eyes as he realizes how very little I have on underneath my skirt and all I can do is breathlessly whisper “Do you like your surprise baby?” He lets out a low rumbly growl as he feverishly kisses me, while grabbing my ass and pulling me hard against him.

As we are kissing I can feel him sliding his hand around and down between us brushing his fingers over the small amount of satin that just barely covers me. His touch makes me gasp as he slides his fingers down across my damp panties, as he slips his fingers underneath and slides his fingers across my clit sending shocks through me. I rock my hips forward wanting more as he continues to slide his fingers through my wetness. I press my forehead against him as he slides two fingers inside me. Taking his thumb and circling my clit as my breath catches and the pleasure rises.

I grab his face and feverishly kiss him as he uses his fingers to stroke me. Leaving me gasping for breath as I rock against his fingers, my head falling into the crook of his neck as he fucks me with his fingers bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I hear him whisper in my ear “cum for me baby” his breath tickling my ear and sending shivers through me as he circles faster, I cry out as my pussy squeezes down on his fingers as waves of pleasure wash through my body. He hangs on to me as I come down, he slips his fingers out of me which sends another shiver through me.

I reach down between up and start unbuttoning his pants. Slipping off his lap and kneeling between his legs I unzip his pants releasing his hard cock from the tight confines of his jeans. I feel him kick his shoes off. As I grab the waist of his pants, he lifts his ass up and I pull his pants bayan escort off of him.

I toss them to the side. Reaching up and wrapping my fingers around his rock hard cock and gently stroking him making him groan and then leaning forward sliding my tongue up across the head and then I slowly swirl my tongue around him as I slide down him taking him inch by inch into my mouth, then I pull back letting him slide out until just the head is in repeating this a few time until he pulls away. I whimper and pout as he pulls me up to stand in front of him. He has me turn as he reaches up and unzips my skirt and slides it and my panties down my legs and helps me out of them. He runs his hands up my back and down to cup my ass.

He turns me back around and pulls me forward to straddle his legs again. I reach down between us, lowering myself down and guiding him to my entrance. I sink down onto him, loving how he makes me feel so full. I wrap my arms around his neck and start rocking my hips, riding him slowly while kissing him. His hands on my hips guiding me as I fuck myself up and down on him. My pace increases as I feel myself getting closer and closer to cumming. He moves his hand down between us and rubs his thumb against my clit causing me to cry out and clench down on him as I cum again.

He wraps his arms around me and rolls us over. Stopping to take my nipples in his mouth, making me moan and lay all the way back on the bed as he switches back and forth between my breasts, before sliding up and kissing me deeply as I feel his hard cock pressing into me. He repositions himself slightly and thrusts into me and I wrap my legs around him. He starts fucking me slowly, while kissing and biting along my neck and shoulder.

Driving me insane with need. He takes my hands and pulls them up above my head and using one hand holds them there. He leans down and starts kissing me as my excitement starts to build and I start nibbling and biting at his lips the more and more excited I become. He pulls back looking down at me and then thrust hard and deep into me eliciting a moan from me and then he does it again and then once more. Then he stops holding himself deep inside of me, not moving.

He looks down at me and says, “Tell me what you want baby!” and all I say is, “God please, please don’t stop!” and he repeats it, “Tell me what you want.”

“Dear god please baby please!”

Then he pulls back and thrusts in hard and deep and stops again, looks down at me and says, “Tell me baby.”

I want him so desperately I say, “Please baby please fuck me hard and fast and don’t stop.” I struggle and try to pull my hands free from his grip above my head and he just looks down at me and laughs and then leans down and kisses me and starts moving. Slowly at first but quickly picking up the pace making me moan. I wrap my legs around his hips, meeting him with every thrust. I once again pull on my hands and beg him pleaseeee and he lets them go.

I immediately wrap my arms around his back hanging on as he fucks me harder and harder, bringing me to the brink of oblivion only to slow down again and again until he has me begging for release. He leans down and kisses me again and starts fucking me as fast as possible and then he thrusts one final time and holds as he starts cumming and he quickly slides his hand between us and strokes my clit and I let out a scream and claw at his back as he finally sends me over the edge into oblivion as I climax. He lays his forehead against mine as we both come down. He pulls out and lays on his side right next to me caressing me softly. I roll onto my side facing him and drape my leg over him as we kiss. Kissing until we are just laying there wrapped in each other’s embrace.

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