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It had been a month since she encountered Carter Gordon and his offer is still hunting her. She was arranging the paintings that need to be auctioned, like the rest of the furniture so they can put the house in Easton, Connecticut for sale.

It was the last estate to say goodbye to and next month everything will be on sale which means they will lose it all, except for her childhood house in Essex, New Jersey, the one with 4 rooms where her single mother died.

She had refused to sell it and now it had saved them from being homeless.

She hated losing her precious paintings, her money, her status and the thought of losing them made her think of Carter Gordon’s tempting offer even more, the option to save herself and the lifestyle she had accustomed to give her the chills that made her uneasy.

“Where is my dinner? Are you still in the study?” Lord Jason Brighton yelled out in the hall way, he was cruel, demanding and she could hear the sound of the wheel of his wheelchair outside squeaking lauder as it comes closer.

“Yes. I’m about done now. I’ll be right there.” He was always that damning.

“It’s almost dinner. Damnit”

“Right behind you.”

Tears came falling suddenly and she quickly drew out one breath to stop it from continuing. If Jason didn’t have the accident, if Jason didn’t suffer and his trusted men didn’t betray him they would still have it all, however he did have the accident.

It was there one year anniversary, he was going to take her to the cabin after not weeing her for months to spend a romantic week with her and she refused the idea of being alone with him when he demanded for her to pack her bags.

However, the fight had escalated, he shoved all her things to the luggage while scolding her and even dragged her in the car. They had fought, she named his affair to Katie Hill even before their marriage while he accused her of not even loving him, of not even letting him touch her and she only wanted his money. Lets get a divorce then she had said and he had said she would love that so he wouldn’t.

Suddenly someone had hit them, the car flew up in the air and it flipped them to the nearest tree. The driver side was crushed and she felt the blood on her head while her body became numb with pain, she couldn’t turn then she past out.

She couldn’t remember anything except her mother and Carter Gordon. Her mother had came and explained to her that she couldn’t see Carter because they are not friends anymore, she was married to Jason the man who was in the other room, he had white hair, wrinkly and badly wounded.

She refused the touch him and angered by the fact her mother insisted to stay in the room of that stranger. Her mother explained that she was married to him again and she refused to believe it.

“I wouldn’t marry him his old. I don’t know that man.”

“It’s been weeks, he will not walk again, you will have to take care of him, he has no family, you owe it to him..”

“Owe him. I wouldn’t marry him, Why would I marry him? I love Carter.”

“You had to.” Her mother explained.

“What? Why?”

“He helped us with the house, with our debts, with our face and with my medical. You see because I’m sick. It was our easy way out.” It was a slight forgetfulness. Only a day but that forgetfulness sum it all up to the false reason why she married the man she didn’t love.

Her mother was there, she looked weak, sickly still and when she woke up her mother tries to help her which she refused.

“Mother how is Jason?”

“His still unconscious.” Her mother sat beside her hugging her.

“Are you well with the nurses and the help in the house?” She hugger her mother back.

“Your remembering.”

“I remember everything.”

“Everything is well.”

“You should move to a better house, or closer to me so I can take care of you, or I can buy you a house closer to the beach perhaps?”

“No. I’m happy to stay in our house. I don’t need anything else but maybe a visit or two. I will not live long.”

“I don’t want to talk about that. But you should go home and rest. The flight must have weaken you.”

That was the last conversation her mother and her made and when her mother returned home she had died a week later.

Jason was recovering in their house in Boston and would not dare speak to her yet. She had blamed her for the accident. She had blamed herself, even blaming herself for her mother’s passing, somehow blamed him also for his affair.

But she felt she owed him to stay and owed him to care for him. He had turned sour, uncaring, foolish drunk and the women Katie Hill was tainting him more against her. He couldn’t use his important part and they will never have children anyhow so she didn’t care.

Might as well because then he would never let him touch her again after sincan escort he had cheated on her. But now that his money has been drained where is Katie Hill?

They will arrived at the house in Essex, New Jersey next week they were not poor, they were not suffering but her mother had pride. She was going to lose her house, their neighbors would know, their friends and now as she goes home losing everything she knew the neighbors will bound to find out. She couldn’t bare it.

She had to do something, she can’t be miserable with Lord Jason Brighton forever, she refuse that kind of life, she knew she has responsibility to care for him but refuse to be his prisoner.

In the dead of night.

Carter Gordon was in the rooftop of his loft while listening to an audiobook. She stopped the player at the classic living room the upstairs of the other living room close to the entrance which they had made love.

Rosa looked at the space while trembling, she looked around and realize that the classic living room was clearly for play, with a bar, pool table, vintage jukebox and made to assemble a man’s lounge. She became unsettled and regretted why she was there, glad that the lights were dimmed and the room dark maybe she could escape.

She was about to leave when he spotted her by the player. He had no shirt on, only a tight hugging boxers, he was sweaty from the summer weather outside, he was sexy, he grew out his beard since she last saw him he looked like a Greek god. The darkness made him more mysterious and intimidating.

She was standing awkwardly, uncertain, Holding the bottom hemline of her blue v neck dress as it fell just the same length as her hands at the side, she was like a scared mouse in that little corner and he walked towards her like a hungry cat eyeing his hunt.

He step closer to her and her breathing became harder that she could feel the beating on her throat. His hands caressed her arms, then lingered on her waist, awakening her senses, then gently he pushed her with his thigh to the wall with his body pressing against her, plastering their bodies together, her breast against his chest, his legs between hers, holding her down and his hips were cradled against her.

“Are you here for this?” He didn’t wait for her to answer.

His mouth came down on hers, claiming passionately, his tongue sliding against her with long possessive strokes and with one deep kiss his hands reached behind her ass to pull her tight against him. She closed her eyes, forcing her body to relax, he was getting hard at the sensation and the slow heat begin to build between her legs. Her hands pressed against his forearms for support.

Her body tightened with the slow movement of his hips, bumping against her while he swallowed every whimper and moaned escaped her lips. His kissed trailed down the V line of her dress, licking the skin, the cleavage while his fingers slid along the damp skin and his other hand kneading the curve of her breast inside her dress, sending shivers down her spine.

She arched into the touch which urged him to continue, his thumb inside her dress stroke her nipple drawing it to the peak beneath the dress. He pressed harder on her, she could feel the fire between her legs, pulsating against him and he found himself staring at her face full of lust and hunger.

“Please stop looking at me like that.” But he didn’t stop, instead he demanded her to look at him the same, holding her chin so she wouldn’t look away while he pushed against her more, slowly, grinding, rubbing his hard erection on her, the pressure dampening her and his piercing stare never leaving her.

He licked her mouth, nibbling her lips and then he bent to take her nipple after uncovering it.

He suckled her nipple like a hungry cub, she let out a broken sigh, her breast felt tight, her nipple hardened, she like his hungry mouth sucking her, licking her with his tongue, leaving wet traces around the nipples, she hold still bracing herself and grasping on his shoulders.

She felt his hand on her dress, pulling it upward slowly caressing insider her thighs, warming, burning her skin until it reached the damp moist between her legs. He pulled off her underwear, letting it fall to the ground and he kissed her only to jumped at the instant invading finger. He found himself staring at her reaction, admiring the lust, her anticipation, her every tremble and raspier breath.

“Carter you’re embarrassing me please don’t stare so much.”

“Never.” He couldn’t, he wouldn’t and his fingers were sliding in her, stroking anxiously, moving and rubbing inside her, while she squirms, unable to think, dizzy and hazy from the sensation rocketing through her body.

“Carter.” She moaned out his name. She couldn’t think, her hips moving, arching up to him and his fingers thrust inside ankara escort her his thumb rubbing her cl*t. Pleasure exploded within her, she stayed rigid, as she accepted the torturous pleasure of pain. Her breathing skipped, his fingers moving faster and mindlessly she climaxed.

“Good girl.”

He had released his hold on her turned away to pour himself a drink from the bar.

“Would you like some?”

“I’ll have what your having?” When he looked back at her she was still at that corner except she had fixed her dress and her underwear was not on the floor anymore.

He gave the drink to her and sat comfortably at the leather mahogany club chairs looking at her while taking a sip of his drink. She was silent awaiting his words. His eyes piercing at her, gazing at her body and she couldn’t stand it.

“Take off your clothes.” He almost felt guilty ordering her these words, this woman was the love of his life, his childhood sweetheart but he remembered he was here to use him and in return he will enjoy using her.

She drank the entire glass of whiskey almost two shots, it made her cough and he almost laughed at her shocking reaction.

Nervously she placed the empty glass to a table close to her where her purse was and then slowly her dress fell to the ground.

“Everything.” He demanded he made a point with her underwear still on. She didn’t want to take her heels off, defying him a little. However he was glad she left her heels on because it made her even sexier. The alcohol helped her nerves and wished she had asked him for more.

He wanted to torture her, taste her, touch her, kiss her and make her his! The thought made him unsettle in his seat knowing the fact that she was only there to use him.

He admire her for swallowing her pride and the fact that she knew how to use her body and beauty to her advantage. He would take everything from her… EVERYTHING.

His stare was piercing, burning her even at the distance, his stare had aroused her somehow and she began to hypnotically walk towards him.

He reached her hands, turned her around, he bit one of her arse while his hands roamed her thighs, he positioned himself so he could lick across her buttocks. It made her jump but his hands had pulled her back, circling her legs and bending her body down so her bottom was raised.

“There’s no escaping now.”

Good lord he loved the smell of her, her folds were flushed, damp from before, his thumb trailed the opening of her folds and he could feel it throbbing. He spread the moist lips farther, it was aching, pulsating, anticipating his tongue, he licked her private flesh and tasted her.

Some of her honey trickled down his chin. And slowly his tongue slithered in her entrance, coiling the tunnel inside the walls, he could feel her clenched, squeezing him around, excited with an intensity from his exploit.

“I’ve always love the way you taste.”

He spread her more and a sigh left her from the invasion that is fiercely stroking every fiber of her being. Her hands reached for his wrist behind for balance and she moaned uncontrollably while his tongue entered her, tasting her, twisting and lapping. His fingers followed at the torture and before she could think he had released his delightful c*ck and pulled her down to him.

In one swift move his shaft was in her, she arched up, her neck resting on his shoulder and giving him access on her neck, nibbling while his hands caressed her body eagerly, he spread her legs, his fingers rubbing her clit while his other hand kneading her breast and twisting her nipples. Oh god she was acting wild and she couldn’t help it.

“Ride.” He ordered, her cheeks blushed from the thought but she knew she didn’t need him to order her to ride him. Her hips had a mind of its own and picked up the paced. Without any hesitation she had ridden him like a stallion, falling on to him and rising. Repeatedly and gloriously.

Her hips was battling with more slow yet extreme and fierce rhythm feeling her climax building. He could sense her instability that she was almost there. So as she fell to him he had made sure that this time he would raise his hips to meet her fall.

She was calling his name at that point. It made him go in deeper, harder and she was groaning in the pleasure of the pain.

“Carter. Carter.” She had begged him again and again, for more… for him to take control and he knew she had to find it herself.

“If you want it you must take it.”

Carter pressed her harder to him by her hips, she moaned stretching her back to him, her chest heaving upwards tempting him, he caress her breast, pressing, kneading hard and sending more urges between her legs. She had found her release from that small trill but he didn’t stop there.

His hands slid over her greedily. “God. Your so etimegut escort wet.” His erotic words in his husky voice made her gripped him even more tightly.

“Hmmmm.” She moaned out and her neck swirling in delirium from the state of her sensitivity excitement. She had quickened her pace and every senses in her had tripled. The Tremors from her body was uncontrollable and her moans were echoing across the room to their ears.

“Everything about you is so erotic.” He paused swallowing hard to control his own desire to bring her to the ground and ramming himself in her wildly without a care in the world. To be buried deep in her and devouring her without any games or rules.

“Look at me.” Their eyes met, he wanted to reassure her, only to find himself busy from kissing her and she was kissing him back. Her legs raising up gracefully as she can, only to fall right back to take him deep in her.

In the past he was addicted to Rosa. Within that moments he knew he had become addicted to her again. Maybe always. He loved the feel of her skin, the softness and lewd noise she was making.

He holds her steady, caressing her and encouraging her to take what she needed. “Don’t stop now. I can feel you’re almost there again.” It was his game and he wanted to see her work for the game to confirm if she truly was going to honor the unspoken proposal.

She knows it was his way of initiation. He caught her wrist to the side to hold her down. She could feel the intensity building up in her, she clasped on to him, let him slip out a little, then let him enter her entirely, she could feel her climax coming and she felt herself hesitating.

She turned to him with hunger in her eyes. “Cartel please help me.” She begged and her body begged with her. It was a perfect line for their agreement. Her surrender to him. Her lustful weakness on top of him, aching and he could feel her climax building closer.

“I will.” He laid her down to the side, for a side way position. He was kneeling, and the positioned buried himself deeper in her. He withdrew from her only to lean forward to slam himself deeper, while he found her lips, his tongue entered her. Mimicking the movement of their sexual organ. Their tongue twisting and twirling. She accepted the thrust, clutching him, needing, and climaxing.

He didn’t stop there. He didn’t want to stop.

“Carter it’s so good.” He kissed her deeply again and again while he access her with the same motion.

“Sh*t.” He cursed out. “If you only knew how delicious you look.” He said as he sucked her nipples, and devouring the access flesh that he could. He could feel her tightening around him again, he could feel her body shaking weakly.

“Oh God Carter…” She closed her eyes, and found herself concentrating from the heavenly sensation between her legs. The intense throbbing of her p*ssy walls was unforgivingly splendid that he quickened his pace for his own awaited bliss. He holds her upward, his left hand underneath her half carrying her upward slightly to him so he could suck her breast while the other gripped her hip to steady her.

“That’s it.” Finally his patient grew thin and his movement had become faster, urgent, quick and almost violent with every thrust of motion to be inside of her. Giving her a heart stopping climax along that awaited final moment that she forgot to breath.

“Carter.” She moaned out his name repeatedly unable to stop and the following process roared a fire burning in his arousal full of vitality and without any further ado sprayed his seed deep in her.

Her mind went blank but she could feel the hot liquid of his seed filling deep inside. Felt it coating and nourishing her depth. He was still clutching her, still buried deep in her and throbbing inside her.

He caressed her face. Kissed her cheeks and with all his strength walked away from her back to the bar. Her heart was raising and her breathing was almost nonexistence. She struggled to gather her clothing back on with her head still foggy from the after math.

“Do you want anything to drink?” He turned to her holding a bottle of water for her and saw she was already fully cloth again.

“My husband he’ll be waiting.” His gripped tightened angrily around the bottle water. Reminding him of their arrangement irritated him easily.

The awkwardness left her throat dry. “I must go.”

Although she didn’t want to see her husband tonight she couldn’t find any other excuse for a sure exit that he could not protest or comment.

“Will we don’t want him to suspect, do we? Come see me at my office next Thursday.”

She agreed and waited no other order.

However, she didn’t go to her husband she went to her art studio, where she painted to clear her mind from what just happened, she will miss her studio, wish she could still afford it. Down her studio was the restaurant they owned, it was her other hobby and now it was closed. Her paintings wrapped and ready to be transferred to the house in New Jersey. She was an artist by heart. An artist in her own right.

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It still makes my heart race to remember the first time we made love. If I close my eyes I can remember the smell of the garden outside your window and the warm, summer breeze. And when I close my eyes and remember I see your face above me, your eyes searching mine as your expert fingers worked me closer and closer to an orgasm like I’d never dreamed was possible.

I was the one who made the first move, the first flirtatious gesture that left you flattered but somewhat baffled that a girl so much your junior would find you attractive. I was the one with the steady gaze and the subtle innuendoes, the one with the ability to pop up in the least likely places and make you think things you knew weren’t exactly appropriate.

You tried to buy me a drink, not knowing I was underage, but I distracted you with a walk along the river instead. It was one of the first hot summer nights that year: Radios blared from every passing car. We walked and as I watched the reflection of the street lights ripple on the river’s surface, you watched me, wondering what to make of my attention.

You passed me waiting for a bus and offered me a ride. You thought of asking me to dinner, then thought better, calculating the 20-odd years between our ages, and though you were perfectly charming I gained the upper hand and left you wordless with a kiss. I leaned close and let you catch the scent of my perfume, let your eyes drop to the opening of my blouse, and left you with no question as to how I felt, my hand slowly making its way up your thigh.

Later you admitted you dreamed of me that night, dreamed of making love in your car, of undressing me and slowly exploring every inch of my body, savoring the scent and flawless youth of my skin. And escort sincan you woke in the morning, aroused and embarrassed; you were old enough to be my father, after all.

Two nights after the kiss I met you again and you convinced me to have dinner. I dodged your direct questions and drank the wine you bought. I made you blush with my obvious advances and when we left the restaurant, and you were busy wondering how to say goodnight, I turned and asked you to take me home with you.

You could’ve said no but you didn’t. You led me to your car and from there it went like wildfire, neither of us in control of what we were doing. You took me in through the back door and in your immaculate kitchen we shed half our clothes. Our lips met and our teeth clashed and our fingers pulled at buttons and zippers in a frenzy. We climbed and clawed each other like two wild beasts.

Your bed was made, your windows thrown open, spilling jasmine into the air. Your hands lifted me without effort and I felt the coolness of a cotton sheet beneath my back. And as you stood, ready to climb on the bed beside me, I slowly lifted my legs and let my thighs open fully, offering myself up to you. For a moment you only stared and then your warm hands touched my knees, pushing them further apart, as the bed sank under your weight.

I felt your fingers touch me first, gently spreading the lips of my cunt apart, then the blunt, hot tip of your cock pressed against my wet sex and you very slowly but deliberately pushed yourself inside me. I took you all the way and instinctively lifted my hips from the surface of the bed, urging you deeper. You moved slowly, your fingers holding me open while your cock inched its way in and out of me, your eyes ankara escort fixed on mine.

I was not prepared for the sensations that began to build. I felt my whole body growing fuller and warmer, like a fever creeping up, and an aching tightness deep within my belly. You continued to move inside me, watching my face, obviously delighted by my response.

When you touched my clit it was like an electric shock straight through my cunt. I surprised myself by crying out and arching my back, the direct touch was almost too much to bear. I heard myself moaning beneath you, my own hands moving unconsciously to stroke my nipples as you moved. I was already more aroused than I’d ever been before.

Your eyes dropped and I felt your fingers open the outer lips of my pussy again. I felt your cock slide deep inside me once, all the way as far as you could. We both moaned slightly then you withdrew, your cock left my body. I only had half a second to wonder what you would do next.

You slipped one finger inside my cunt, your eyes back on my face. It didn’t feel like much after being filled by your cock, but within seconds a sensation began to grow, an ache that was almost sharp, almost painful, so intense I heard myself moaning, unable to resist vocalizing my intense arousal. I saw you smile slightly, your brown eyes dark and lusty.

Such expert fingers, stroking and pressing, one on my clit, the other only as deep inside me as needed to bring me closer and closer to the brink of coming. Your eyes were full of lust, but admiration too, as you kept a steady pace and slightly increasing pressure on my clit. You seemed to know just how to touch me and my body couldn’t help but respond.

When you returned your cock to the entrance etimesgut escort bayan to my cunt I all but howled. It felt so good, so exquisitely good, I couldn’t do anything but writhe in delight. You began to thrust into me, the pace building quickly, and I saw in your face that you were close to coming too. I felt full inside, but aching too, like I was bruised. I wanted relief to come soon. I raised my hips off the bed slightly and felt the sudden stab of pain and ecstacy as the walls of my vagina convulsed.

I cried out and your thrusts grew more forceful, more fevered, as my cunt throbbed and clutched. Your face was wet with sweaty effort, you jaw set tightly as you fucked me hard. The orgasm was intense, like nothing I’d ever known before, and I felt tears leak out of the corners of my eyes as I came. I was moaning and whimpering, completely unaware of anything but the bliss spreading through my body.

You slowed your thrusts down, watching my face carefully, and once I’d relaxed and let my hips touch the bed again I felt you move forward, leaning over me a little more, changing the angle of your cock.

Then you slowly drew yourself out all the way and pushed back in deep, grunting. Four or five deep, slow thrusts that made me feel full and sore, and then you picked up the pace, your face reddening as you thrust repeatedly, closer and closer to orgasm.

I braced myself against the surface of the bed and let you drive yourself into me, pure friction urging you higher and higher with each second. When you came it was almost violent, your body shook so much. You groaned and pushed into me as deep as you could and I felt the slight pulse between my legs.

When you moved to the bed’s surface to lie beside me I lay listening to the sound of our breath, enjoying the scent of the flowers outside, and savoring the ache in my body.

These are the things I recall when I close my eyes and think of you and my heart still races every time.

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Jayla was at home, alone as usual. She was getting used to the fact that Manda was never coming back. Ever since she told Manda that she wasn’t completely gay, things hadn’t been the same. And then one day she left without so much as a note. Jayla felt betrayed. Even with her fiery red hair, bright blue eyes, and luscious ass, she felt like the ugliest person in the world. She was so hurt that she locked herself up in her room for days, not even trying to let the world in. Two weeks after Manda left, Jayla got a phone call from her friend Arlo. Jayla and Arlo had known each other since they were kids, and he was the only one she ever told everything. Even though he had moved out of the country 3 years ago, they were still best friends. Even his voice was enough to put her more at ease.

“Jayla? Is that you? You sound horrible, honey! What’s wrong?”

“Manda left. Two weeks ago. I haven’t been out or stopped crying since.”

“Oh sweetheart, what happened? I thought you two were inseparable.”

“I told her I wasn’t a lesbian.”

“What? Since when? You haven’t looked at a guy in ten years!”

“I know, but I just knew it all along, and she couldn’t except that. You know what an überdyke she is. She’ll dress like a guy, act like a guy, and can’t see why I might like men still?”

“I know Jayla, all men are pigs. Even the fake ones. Is there anything I can do?”

“Only if you were here, but you’re not. You’re in London sincan escort still. But thanks for the thought.”

“Give me 24 hours. I’ll think of something.”

He hung up the phone, leaving Jayla to wonder what sort of thing he could possibly do to cheer her up. ************ The next day, she woke up, feeling groggy and sad (the way she had been feeling for weeks), when she heard a knock at the door. She cursed under her breath, put on some sweats without bothering to put on underwear, and went to answer the door. A handsome blond haired, blue eyed man stood in her doorway with a bouquet of blue forget-me-nots.

“Hey you.”

“Oh my God, Arlo! What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I told you I’d do something.”

Jayla threw her arms around him, feeling the beat of his heart. For some reason, it was beating quicker than she thought it should, and to her surprise, hers was beating faster as well. She breathed in his scent, bringing her to the safe place she needed to be. She held on tighter, nuzzling her head into his neck. He immediately responded by rubbing her back, slowly moving down towards her shapely ass. As soon as his hands reached their target, they both pulled back slowly, looking at each other with a mixture of mild shock and complete lust. Simultaneously, they lunged at each other, mouths pressed hard in a bruising kiss, their tongues duelling back and forth in a passionate dance. Somehow they managed to pull ankara escort away, and they stood there in her front hall, his mouth on her forehead, hers in his chest.

“Jayla, I’ve wanted this for so long. You’re the one, the one I’ve dreamed about since I was old enough to want this, and even though I never thought having a relationship with you would be possible, I kept hoping. Now that we’re here, I have to have you. If I can’t, you have to tell me right now so I can run back to my hotel and take the longest cold shower in history.”

Jayla looked up into his eyes, her own shining with a mix of purest love and purest lust.

“Arlo, take me now. Please…”

This was the only bidding he needed. He scooped her up into his arms, and he practically ran to her bedroom. He lay her down on the messy covers and pounced on her, unable to stop touching her. His hands roamed all over her body, caressing her face, moving down to her breasts. He tore off her shirt, pleased to see that she still didn’t wear a bra. He took a perfect pink nipple in his mouth, rolling it around across his tongue. She let out a moan of pleasure, encouraging him on. As he was sucking on her nip, he moved his hand down to the waistband of her sweatpants and gently tugged them down.

“How come you’re not wearing panties, love?”

“Are you complaining?”

He looked at her and smiled his shit-eating grin. “No ma’am. Not me.”

As soon as Jayla reached etimegut escort for the buckle of his belt, they both knew that they were way past any need for foreplay. She fumbled blindly with his pants while he kissed her all the way down, gently teasing her navel with his tongue, until she practically yanked them right off. Arlo lay between her legs and took his cock in his hands, gently probing her sopping entrance.

“Are you ready, love? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry. I need this. I need you! Please make love to me, Arlo. I…”

She lost all thought in her head as he slowly pushed inside her. They groaned in unison as his finally bottomed out in her, his hard length filling her completely. He started out slowly, rocking his hips in a careful rhythm with hers, building up a sensation that Jayla hadn’t felt in a long time. If I had known that sex with men could be THIS good, she thought, I don’t think I could ever have given it up completely! Arlo started to pick up the pace, and before long he was slamming into her, his cock driving in and out of her gushing pussy, both of them moaning at the pleasure that was overwhelming them.

“Jayla, I’m close. I can’t hold back any more!”

“Arlo, cum with meeeee…..”

She let out a primal yell of complete pleasure, writhing underneath him in a frenzy of orgasmic bliss. He roared at the sensation of her contracting pussy, and came harder than he had ever cum before, shooting burst after burst into her spasming tunnel. They lay like that for a long time, bathing in the afterglow of their sudden and newfound union. They knew, without saying a word, that life was going to be better from now on.

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She’d had a long day at work, and all she could think about was a long hot bath. She fumbled for her keys and unlocked the door. She entered her apartment and placed her keys and purse on a table. As she walked down the hall to her room, she began to unbutton her blouse. Taking off her heels and putting them in the closet, she removed her blouse and tossed it on her bed. She unzipped her skirt and let it drop to the floor. As she walks to her bathroom, she started to take off her bra. Leaning over to start the bath, she turned to look at herself in the mirror. She leaned in closer to look at her face. For just turning 40, she starts to think how good she looks; 10 years younger than her actual age.

She reached to check the water and turned on the whirlpool. Taking off her panties, she slid into the water. Oh, how nice it felt. She leaned back and let the whirlpool do the work of loosening her tense muscles. Before long, she experienced a relaxing state of mind and drifted off to sleep.

After a few minutes, she awoke. She heard the front door opening. Hearing her husbands keys fall to the table, she finished her bath. Her husband came into the bathroom. He leaned over and kissed her softly on the lips.

“Hi baby, how was you day?” he asked.

“Long and busy,” she replied, “I’m so tense. My shoulders are tight and my feet hurt.”

“Aw, my poor baby. Let me massage your shoulders and loosen those tense muscles.” He whispered in her ear.

“That would be lovely, sweetheart, thank you.” she sighed. He sat on the back of the tub behind her and softly started to rub her shoulders.

“Aaaaaaaah yes. Right there.” she said with another sigh.

He smiled and whispered in her ear, “I can make you feel really good after I’m done here baby.” This brought a smile to her face.

“I am starting to feel better already.” She delightfully cooed He started to slide his hands through her hair and kissed her on her neck.

“Mmmmmmmm nice,” she said under her breath.

“That’s just a beginning sweetie.” he said as he tilted her head back and kissed her softly again on her mouth. escort sincan His hands slid down her shoulders to her chest. Her nipples were ready for his touch. Getting hard in a instant, she moaned in delight as his finger glided across them. His hands cupped her breast, and he started to massage them softly bringing another moan from her.

” Lets take this in the other room, baby. I want you now,” she said with a naughty tone in her voice. His smile got bigger, and he helped her to her feet wrapping her robe around her. She put her arms around his neck, and he picked her up.

Carrying her to the bedroom, he let her down on the bed and she pulled his head down to her. She resumed kissing him and parting his lips with her tongue; mixing her wet tongue with his. She bit his bottom lip while kissing him deeply. His eyes rolled back and he moaned. Her lips move to his chin and biting it softly, make him moan again. She move her hands down to his neck started unbuttoning his shirt and sliding it off his shoulders. Her mouth moved to his shoulders, kissing, licking, and biting them. She moved to unbuckle and unzip his pants. Her lips moved across his chest to his nipples. She teased them with her tongue and gave them a little bite. Sucking on them and biting them again. Making him moan louder.

She kissed her way down the center of his chest to his stomach. Her hands moving to the waist of his pants and boxers, lowering them over his ass and down his legs.

She removed her clothes that she had laid on the bed and laid them across a near by chair. She turned to him again and slowly started to take off her robe letting it drop to the floor. He reached out for her, but she stopped him in mid-reach and lowered him to the bed. Kneeling on the floor, she leaned down and helped him step out of his pants. She placed her hands on his chest and pushed him back on the bed.

Her body lay across him and he fell back. Her chest lay against his thighs. She kissed her way down his stomach moving back and forth from hip to hip. Kissing and licking her way down his hip, she moved lower and lower to ankara escort his thighs. Her lips moved to his inner thighs-kissing and licking her way around them. He moaned. She liked hearing him, so she slowly started licking her way up to his balls.

Hearing him moan louder, she knew what he wanted. Her lips and tongue moved along the outer edges of his balls, teasing him more. His breathing became heavier, and she started to suck on them. His hips begin to move as her tongue slid up to his erect cock. Her lips slid along his cock to the tip. Her tongue moved back and forth over the top. She heard a loud sigh, letting her know she was giving him what he wanted.

She wrapped her lips around his hard cock and slowly took him into her hot wet mouth until every inch of it was in her mouth. Her tongue slid along the back of his cock and she started to move her mouth up and down on him. He started to moan louder and his hips started moving in rhythm of her movements. His hands moved to her head and his fingers tangled in her hair. He looked down at her and smiled. He laid his head back as she took him down her throat.

“Oh god, you mouth feels so good on me.” he said in between moans. This makes her pump on him faster. His hips meet every movement she makes. He started to feel he is to close the end, so he sat up and stopped her. He grabbed her face and started to kiss her again as he pulled her onto him.

“I want to taste you now, baby,” he said in a soft voice, ” I want you on my face”. This brings a smile to her lips.

She slowly started to move her way upward as he kissed and licked his way along her body, stopping for a moment for him to kiss, lick and suck on her chest. He took her nipples into his mouth, and bit them. This caused her to sigh. Moving slowly, his lips moved to get every inch of her body. Her hands reached for the headboard as she positioned herself onto his face.

A loud moan comes from her as his lips touched hers. His tongue began to work on her clit. Her hips started to move. Her head fell back and his hands moved to her ass. He squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled etimesgut escort bayan her into him more. She started to pump her hips onto his face. Moaning and sighing, he knew she is coming to a climax he began to push his tongue into her hot pussy. Her moans became louder, and her hips started to pump faster. He knew she was close.

“Aaaaaaaaah yes, baby, you eat me so good,” she says breathlessly, “I’m going to cum on your face.” Hearing this, he started to suck on her clit, and she let out a loud moan. Her hips were pumping wildly. Her head was tossing back and forth.

“Oh god, fuck, suck it, suck it baby! I’m cumming! I’m cumming!” she screamed. Her body bucked on him as he sucked her clit harder. He was taking every drops she has to give. She collapsed onto him. This let her catch her breath, and he started running his fingers along her back.

She slowly gathered herself and stood on the bed and straddled over him. His cock was still hard and erect, and she started to lower herself down onto him. Sliding on his cock, she gasped as it filled her hot, tight pussy. She took every inch in her.

Her hand moved to his chest. She starts to rock back and forth on him. He was sliding in and out of her. She was taking him into her deeper with each thrust. Moaning louder and breathing heavier they started to fall into a rhythm that gave them both pleasure. Her fingers began to dig into his chest. He reached up and grabbed her chest. She reached for the headboard making her chest fall closer to him. He took her nipples into his mouth and began to suck on them making her more excited. Her hips begin to grind into him. They were pumping each other harder and harder. They both were both, at any moment, ready to cum.

“Fuck me, baby,” he yelled out, “I’m cumming.”

She started to buck wildly and screamed out, “Oh fuck yes! I’m cumming.” They both pounded into each other. His hands were digging into her hips, and he let out a loud, “Ahhhhhh, yes!”

Her heads fell to his chest, and she was digging her nails into him.

“Ahhhhhhh god yes baby!” she moaned as they pressed into each other riding out their climaxes together. She fell into him, and they both laid their exhausted trying to catch their breath.

“This is a very good way of relaxing those tired muscles,” she said, “I can’t wait till tomorrow…”

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I sighed as I waited patiently on the jet bridge. Two glorious weeks in Hawaii wasn’t enough, but as this was a college graduation present from my parents, I couldn’t complain. Hell, any time spent in Hawaii was heaven, but having to leave sucked. I had too much fun playing and fucking. I didn’t want to go.

To make matters worse, I had to make a stopover in Dallas before going to LA because, in ways that only makes sense to the airlines, it worked out cheaper this way. I was not looking forward to an extra five hours air-travel time, which doubly sucked. Doing this all at night was pure torture.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m an avid traveler. I’ve been on long flights before, but today, I wasn’t feeling it. I was bummed I was leaving paradise, I didn’t want to face finding a job as a recent graduate, I was not tired enough to sleep the whole way, and I was horny. Not a good combination when having to board a red-eye flight.

It felt like eternity to inch my way onto the plane; people take forever boarding! I used my frequent flyer miles to upgrade myself to first class, roundtrip, which was a small comfort I was looking forward to, but I missed the preferred boarding because I needed a quick nicotine fix. This only served to irritate me more. I didn’t want to leave, but if I had to, I wanted everything to go as smoothly as possible, and it most certainly wasn’t progressing as well as I would like. I sighed again, and told myself to get a grip; otherwise I would make myself even more miserable the whole way home.

Finally past the first class galley, I headed to my seat, 2H, and got comfortable. It was the bulkhead but I didn’t mind. Plus, on long flights, there are three pilots instead of the usual two and the seat next to me, 2J, is reserved for one of them to rest. So, I would have this little corner all to myself for a good portion of the flight, and the rest of the time I wouldn’t be disturbed by chatter because that pilot would be sleeping.

I took out a book and pretended to read as I watched people finish boarding and the flight attendants go through their pre-flight routine. I groaned as the head pilot informed us there was a storm right in the middle of the flight path, so we would be taking a detour. Greeaaattt.

After what seemed like hours, we had taken off. I checked my watch, but the damn thing must be broken, because it said it was only fifteen minutes after I boarded the plane. That can’t be right, can it? Surely, we had been flying for at least an hour, right?

I was fiddling with the knobs and wasn’t paying much attention as the seat belt sign went off and the extra pilot came by.

“Hello,” he said.

“Hi,” I replied absentmindedly. Taking the watch off completely, I turned it over in my heads as if I could magically look through the metal casing.

“I’m Mike,” the pilot said.

“Yeah, First Officer Mike Carter,” I answered, concluding that nothing was wrong with my watch, just my patience, and looked up at the guy next to me. And I was glad I did.

Wow. Talk about hot. Dark hair, blue eyes, good body from what I could see, and, after a quick scan, at least 6’2”. He had a rugged face that I found fascinating, and I flashed him a smile. Maybe this flight wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“I’m surprised. I didn’t think anyone actually paid any attention to what the captain says,” Mike exclaimed, laughing.

“Well, I make it a point to listen, in case something goes wrong and I survive the plane crash,” I replied, laughing as well. “That way, I can tell the press right off who was flying the plane.” I extended my hand to him. “I’m Mischa, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, Mischa.”

“Same goes.”

And so we chatted as the flight attendants got our orders and served dinner. I couldn’t help but be entertained, as Mike was absolutely charming. The flight attendants kept touching him and flirting, so I did, too, running my hand along his arm, smiling as he gripped my fingers and kissed the tips. I could feel my pussy getting wet and didn’t know whether to curse Mike for making me hot in the middle of the flight, or jump him when the movie came on.

My thoughts sincan escort began to run through the logistics of how it could be done. First class seats aren’t as wide as they used to be. With the airlines getting rid of their DC-10s several years back and substituting them with the newer Boeing 767s for long distance travel, first class had definitely changed. There was a high middle console between each pair of seats, two reading lights attached to the headrest, phones and dials in the arm rests, and minimal privacy with people getting up and using the bathroom at any time and the flight attendants constantly coming by to check on you.

With dismay, I realized there was no way we could do much more than talk, so I gave up the hope of cumming tonight. Resigned to that fact, I tried to comfort myself with the idea of a great solo session as soon as I got home, but it didn’t help much.

As the movie came on, and more and more people shut off their lights and began to sleep, I reluctantly pulled back. I had absently been massaging Mike’s hands as we talked, so I let his hand go.

“I suppose I should let you get some sleep,” I whispered.

“Actually, I’m off duty for the next week,” he replied, sitting up straight in his seat, pushing his hand back into my grasp. “I don’t need to sleep this flight. I’d like to keep talking with you, if you don’t mind.”

A smile lifted the corners of my mouth and I began to massage his hand again. Maybe there was a chance to relieve the mounting pressure I was feeling.

I leaned closer to him, purposely pushing my breast against his hand.

“I’m not entirely sure I want to keep talking.” I watched his face carefully as my thumb stroked his palm. I ran his hand over my nipple, and I could see his eyes widen slightly.

“Oh?”

“Nope. I’m wondering if there is anyway to get closer,” I whispered in his ear. I was surprised at my boldness but figured, hell, this is an opportunity I can’t pass up, and I wasn’t sure how much longer the flight was.

Mike twisted a little, pushing the two reading lights in between the tiny gap between our seats to afford us a tiny measure of privacy from the couple behind us. He didn’t need to bother; they, as well as the rest of the first class passengers, were fast asleep.

“Not here, unfortunately,” he whispered back, glancing around. “Someone could wake up.”

I tugged on his hand so he would lean over more, then slid it down my body and up under my long ruffled skirt. I pressed his fingers against my bare pussy, and rubbed myself against him. From his quick intake of air, I could tell he didn’t miss that I wasn’t wearing panties or that I was already wet.

“You sure?” I asked quietly. His tongue came out of his mouth and ran along his lips. Though his arm was at an awkward angle, he slipped one finger deep inside my depths. I knew he could feel my heat, and I knew he was affected by it, if the thick bulge in his lap was any indication.

“Not here, but…” His voice trailed off as he removed his hand and stood, helping me rise, then guiding me into the galley. Only one flight attendant was there, cleaning up. Her head lifted as the curtain parted, and her artificial smile blossomed into a genuine one at the sight of Mike.

“Hey there, honey. You need something?”

“Hiya, Mary Jean. Where’s everybody?” Mike grinned at her, then used his free hand to grip her ass and pull her close for a kiss. I held on to his other hand, unbelievably turned on by the sight.

“Mm. Rita’s up front with the boys, and the rest are in the back eating. What are you guys up to?” She wiggled her eyebrows at us playfully. Mike didn’t answer; he only smiled and gestured to a restroom that must be for the crew only, as it was in the short hallway to the cockpit.

“Will you need this for the next little while?” Mary Jean chuckled and shook her head.

“No, but go check with the captain first. The others won’t be back for a while; otherwise, I’d ask if I could join you.” Mary Jean pouted a little.

“Ah, well, that’s up to Mischa,” Mike replied, gesturing to me. I took a good look at Mary Jean. She was about my height, ankara escort 5’7” or so, with bright red hair and a curvy figure. I wouldn’t mind giving her a taste, and grinned.

“The more the merrier. Maybe when someone comes back, you can join in?” I asked, and Mary Jean returned my smile.

“Absolutely,” she said as she began making sure the curtains were closed. “You two go ahead and I’ll make sure no one disturbs you.”

Mike thanked her and headed down the hallway. He lightly rapped his knuckles on the side of the wall before parting the curtain there. I got a glimpse of a blonde on her knees in front of one pilot, who was sitting not in the co-pilot’s chair, but in a side one close to the door. I looked closer and realized she sucking his cock eagerly.

“Hey, does anyone need the bathroom for the next little while?” The flight attendant, who must be Rita, turned towards us, took me in, and grinned widely.

“Not me. How about you, Jack?” she asked of her companion, who rested his head against the wall behind him and laughed softly.

“Don’t be crazy, woman, I’m not going anywhere.” Rita giggled and resumed her activities, and I pressed my legs together tightly. Who knew this was how the crew entertained themselves?

“Captain?” Mike turned to the other fellow, who was still flying the plane. He glanced over his shoulder, smiled, and shook his head.

“I’m waiting for Rita.”

“You’ll have a long wait, as she’s nowhere near done with me!” Jack replied good-naturedly. Rita sighed happily and looked at me.

“Don’t you love having men fighting for your attention?” Rita asked. I didn’t answer, too busy trying to figure out how hard it would be to become a flight attendant, when Mike stepped back and closed the curtain.

I turned to give him some room and noticed a cart blocking the way. Mike grinned, mumbled something about ‘MJ being a peach’, and opened the door to the small restroom. I looked at him questioningly as he left the door open.

“It’s to prop open the door and give us some room in here,” he said, answering my silent question. I slipped by, pausing to kiss him. His hands came up to my waist and he tugged me close, his hips rubbing against my belly. I could feel him throbbing through his pants and was acutely reminded of the throbbing between my own legs.

Quickly, I pulled away, slipping my tank top over my head and setting it on the counter. My bra and skirt quickly followed, and I settled on the forward-facing toilet seat. Mike was stripping off his shirt, so I tackled his pants, licking every inch of exposed skin as I undid the zipper and pulled his pants and his underwear down his legs.

Once that was completed, I was rewarded with the sight of a beautiful cock. Mike truly had an amazing body, but I didn’t take my time looking at it; I couldn’t. The sight of the co-pilot getting head and of our immediate surroundings gave me a sense of urgency. Anyone could come by, and with such a sexual crew, I was incredibly aroused. It had been a long time since I felt this frantic desire to fuck, and wasn’t willing to waste another moment. I wanted him and I wanted him now.

My lips parted and I sucked him in deep. I was barely cognizant of his low groan as I expertly worked his cock in and out of my mouth, then down into my throat. Every inch of him felt wonderful against my tongue, in my mouth, and I savored the moment. I could feel his hands running through my hair, cupping the back of my head as his hips pushed forward. That only lasted a few minutes before he was gently guiding me off his dick.

“I’m too close,” he whispered, grabbing hold of me and perching me on the sink. There wasn’t too much room, and I briefly worried about falling off till Mike sat on the toilet and spread my legs, roughly holding my legs open. His eyes met mine as his tongue touched my clit for the first time, dragging across it repeatedly as I whimpered.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you sitting in the seat next to mine,” he whispered, sliding two fingers into my wet opening. “You have the hottest little body. I’m definitely enjoying a taste of it.”

There were mirrors etimegut escort all around, and it was so erotic to see all the different angles of our position.

“You’re enjoying it, too, aren’t you, Mischa?” I was staring at my reflection. Oh, yeah, I was enjoying it. I met his gaze and half-laughed, half-moaned.

“God, yes.” He sucked hard on my clit, his fingers fucking me rapidly, and my hips began to lift up off the counter as I started to cum. Moving quickly, he changed our positions again. This time, I was leaning over the small counter, my face close to the mirror, one foot on the floor, one on the toilet as he thrust into me from behind. My pussy was still contracting, and the feeling of his cock pushing into me only made me cum harder.

As he fucked me thoroughly, I realized I was going from orgasm to orgasm with little space between, each one a little bigger than the last. The sensations were amazing, and I knew I wasn’t going to be able to go one much longer, as the pleasure was too great. Just then, I felt him force into me roughly one last time. The feeling of his cum filling me was so intense, of his body pressing against my back, that I came so hard, I swear I almost passed out.

I could have stayed there forever, I think, but turned when Mary Jean appeared in the doorway and asked if Mike could fill in up front for a few minutes. He slowly lifted himself off of me, kissing my shoulder before stepping outside to dress. Mary Jean came in behind me and rubbed my neck lightly.

“Intense, isn’t it?” she asked, smiling at me in the mirror.

“You could say that again. I’ve never done this before, but wow.” I turned to face her. “If I could, I’d do it again.”

“Mm. Maybe you can,” she whispered, her lips rubbing against mine, her hands stroking my still humming body. Mary Jean didn’t give me much time to return her kiss; she dipped her head to capture a hard nipple, and sucked on it lightly. “There’s only about an hour or so left, so we’ll need to be quick, but let me help clean you up.”

Her tongue shifted to my other nipple before she instructed me to sit back on the toilet seat. Twice in less than an hour, my legs were parted and a willing mouth began to suck and lick at my folds. Already sensitive, Mary Jean took care to lick up each drop of cum, cleaning off my thighs and slit. Gently, she parted me with her fingers and slipped her tongue into my opening, tasting the juices there.

“You taste so good,” she murmured, sitting on the floor in front of me as she continued her ‘cleaning’.

“She does, doesn’t she, MJ?” I was in sensory overload, biting down hard on my lips to keep from crying out. I only just registered the other voice as Mike’s when he leaned down and kissed me. His tongue, though he had no way of knowing it, was mimicking Mary Jean’s down below, sensually moving through my mouth as his hands played with my breasts, pinching my nipples, massaging them.

“You are so wet, honey,” Mary Jean commented.

“I wish you could have felt her earlier, MJ. She didn’t stop cumming on my dick.”

Though I didn’t think it was possible, the pressure was building once more. I was lost in the sensations this crew was giving me and finally just gave in and came again. Mike swallowed my moans, waiting till the trembling in my body eased. He gave me another light kiss and straightened.

“I’m going to head back. Do you need help dressing?”

“No, Mike,” I grinned up at him. “I think I’ll be okay.” I pulled Mary Jean up and kissed her by way of a thank you. She, too, rose, stroked my body with a smile, and headed out to make preparations for landing. I managed to get to my feet, get dressed, and make it back to my seat in time to hear the captain say we were making our final descent.

Passengers were slowly waking up, so I ripped an empty page out of my forgotten book and jotted down my number and address.

“If you’re ever in Los Angeles, look me up,” I said as I handed it to Mike. He looked it over, then slipped it into his front pocket.

“Los Angeles, huh? What flight are you taking?”

“The 6:54am flight this morning.”

“Mind if I join you? I do have the next few days off.” He smiled widely at me as the plane touched down, reaching out to hold my hand. I laughed, feeling much happier about this flight than I did when I got on.

“Not at all, Mike, not at all.”

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“Okay,” Amy cried out, “Action!”

I was in bed with my lover, Evie, while we were making another video for my ‘Missy Holloway’ website. Missy Holloway was my nom de guerre for my porn star alter ego. My real name is Rebecca Young and I’m a freshman at USC in Los Angeles majoring in Chemistry. After having been raped by the pastor of the evangelical church I attended for years, I discovered a love for exhibitionism, sex and orgasms…things that were considered evil when I was a Christian zombie. A photography and painting professor for whose classes I used to pose, introduced me to a porn photographer who convinced me I could be a star in the porn world.

By the start of the second semester of my first year I had, already, made three porn video scenes for a major producer of said movies. They had been posted on their website as the “String of Pearls” because I was wearing fake pearls and because my co-stars ejaculated on my neck in what is known in porn parlance as a ‘pearl necklace’. They even used the Glenn Miller song, “String of Pearls” during the videos.

Apparently, those first three scenes combined on a DVD were the biggest sellers in the company’s history and earned me a bonus payment due to views online and DVD’s sold, a part of the contract that my agent had negotiated. I received a 5% royalty from the DVD’s and $1500 per every 1,000 views online. The producers were so pleased that they wanted me to sign a ten-scene contract that my agent, Otis, was currently negotiating.

Also, I had a three-scene contract with another porn company during spring break in Las Vegas. On my way to LA from Nebraska, I had spent a couple of nights in Vegas and had become intimate friends with a showgirl named Lauren, whom I was anxious to see again. The Vegas scenes were with a company that specialized in BDSM, fetish and other kinkier stuff, something I was really looking forward to.

So, all in all, my college career was proceeding well as I was holding a 4.0 GPA and my nascent porn career was doing very well. As I mentioned above, we were trying to get a number of scenes completed for my website in order to have weekly releases. The website took off after my ‘String of Pearls’ set came out and was pulling in some very good money. I had partnered with Max, who was a known porn photographer and video maker and was the person who pushed me towards porn as a career.

Amy, who was filming our current scene, was my roommate when I lived on campus the first semester. She was a fine arts major concentrating on photography and painting and I had offered her opportunities to film and photograph for the website. She had a very good eye and the scenes and pictures she took were the highest rated on the site.

By and large, whenever Evie and I did a scene together we just made love to each other and, pretty much, ignored the cameras and directions that were thrown our way. However, this time, Amy had some definite ideas that she wanted us to follow and was constantly stopping us because we weren’t doing what she wanted. Everybody was getting frustrated as Amy cried, “CUT!” for the umpteenth time. Finally, I said, “Just show me what you want!”

Amy wanted me to use my tongue on Amy’s pussy in a particular manner, but she wasn’t verbalizing her directions very well. She replied, “I can’t do that!”

“Why not? Evie won’t bite…I don’t think. Just show me so I can understand what you want me to do.”

Amy’s frustration was peaking so she said, “Oh, for Christ’s sake, okay. Move out of my way!”

Amy set her video camera down, crawled on to the bed between Evie’s legs and began tonguing her the way she wanted me to do it. I had to smile because Amy, when we first met, made it clear that she didn’t want anything to do with girl-girl love. As she was showing me what she wanted, Evie began moaning and pulled Amy into her vagina for more contact. I watched with a smile as Amy pleasured my lover and noticed that Amy was really getting into it. Since the filming was done in my bedroom with lots of lights which made the room very hot, Amy would usually film in her underwear and I was noticing an obvious wet spot forming on hers.

I had promised on our first day together that I wouldn’t force girl-girl sex on her, but with her eating out Evie and getting wet while doing it, I felt that that was tantamount to an invitation, so I reached out and began rubbing the wet spot and the pussy beneath in an effort to gauge Amy’s acceptance. When she moaned loudly and pushed back into my hand, I knew I had an open invitation. I pulled her panties down to her knees and began to lap my tongue into her hot, wet vagina. Amy moaned loudly as I licked her, so I made my way down to her clitoris in an effort to get her off quickly and often.

As I hit Amy’s clit, she cried out “OH MY GOD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME!” She tried to say more, but Evie pulled her face back into her pussy. After just a few minutes, Amy began shaking and groaning loudly as she sincan escort had her first orgasm. She even squirted a bit! I, however wasn’t done as I kept up on her clit with my tongue and began pressing fingers into her sopping wet hole and began to massage her G-spot. Her next two orgasms were cataclysmic as she sprayed my face with her girl cum.

In the meantime, Evie was crying out in ecstasy with what Amy was doing to her. Finally, Amy couldn’t take any more and begged me to stop. She turned over and lay next to Evie while both women gasped for air. “So, Amy,” I said, “I expect you to shave that muff of yours before I go down on you again. The hairs kept tickling my nose and came loose in my mouth. If you need help let me know. By the way, you have a real sweet pussy that I think Evie should try out next!”

Amy looked at me with shock as she said, “But, but, I’m not a lesbian!”

I smiled down on her and said, “Neither are Evie and I, but tell me that wasn’t the best sex you have ever had!”

Amy stuttered a bit trying to come up with an answer until Evie rolled onto her side and pulled Amy into a deep, passionate kiss. At first Amy resisted and then, after a couple of moments, just melted into Evie’s arms and returned the kiss. The two of them looked beautiful in each other’s arms as they kissed and fondled each other. I turned out the filming lights and then crawled into bed next to Amy and began rubbing her wonderful body. After a while, she turned to me and with lust in her eyes began kissing me. The three of us spent the night together and gave each other multiple orgasms.

In the morning when Amy woke up, she looked embarrassed, but I pulled her into my arms and said, “Amy, relax. You are still the same person you were before except now you know how to make love with women. You can be with us as much or as little as you want, but know you will always be welcome in our bed and that we both love you.”

Amy stared at me and then tears began to form in her eyes. She pulled me into a hug and sobbingly said, “I love you and Evie too. Thank you for the most wonderful night of my life. I was always afraid when I felt attracted to women, but now I feel emancipated.” I hugged Amy for a good long while until her tears ebbed and then we all went about our day.

So, between my first three shoots with Porn Palace and my upcoming spring break shoot in Las Vegas, Evie, Amy and I managed to get a lot of pictures and videos shot for the Missy Holloway website. Evie was doing a banner job issuing teasers on twitter and then issuing stills on the website before unveiling the videos. A week before spring break, Evie commented that we need some more variety besides her and I making love in our bed and that she thought we needed to incorporate some men in the picture. I agreed, but wasn’t sure where we could find men who would be willing to fuck on camera.

“Well, maybe we can hide their identity by giving them masks or something,” Evie responded. “I think, given half a chance, most men would love to fuck you, and I think most of them would love to do a porno. We’ll just have to find some guys.”

I laughed and said, “I know five guys back home who would do it in a heartbeat. Maybe we can fly them out here and film 2 or three different scenes with each guy so we would have 10 to 15 scenes to mete out over time.”

“Do you think they’ll do it and who are you talking about,” Evie asked?

“Well there’s Jason, Millie’s brother. He was the first guy to fuck my ass. Then there’s David, my first and only boyfriend who is going to Cornell. He was the first person I had consensual sex with and was a wonderful lover. Carl, Hugh and JD were friends of David’s that he invited to join us during our prom weekend giving Millie and I our first DP’s and gangbangs. If I can find them all, I’m sure I can talk, at least, some them into coming out here. After all, they all owe me, well, except for Jason maybe. After that we may need to work on some local talent.”

Evie laughed and said, “Well, there is a whole campus of men 3 blocks away. I wouldn’t mind getting a little piece of Otis while we are at it!”

Before long spring break was upon us and our trip to Las Vegas. All of us were anxious for a break from school work and were looking forward to a change of scenery. I had been in touch with my friend Lauren who was a showgirl in Las Vegas and I told her of our spring break trip and the reason behind it. Her response was funny saying I leap frogged past her in the sex industry. On the flight to Vegas, I sat with Otis and discussed our schedule. “Okay, you shoot the first scene on Monday, so that gives us three days to enjoy ourselves before you have to work. The other shoots are scheduled for Wednesday and Friday. This gives you a day between scenes to, ostensibly, give you a chance to recuperate between scenes,” Otis said.

I sat and pondered the schedule and asked, “Have they given you any indication what each day will be ankara escort like? I’m curious to know how much physical beating will take place. I don’t bruise easily, but when I do they stick around for a while.”

“All they told me,” Otis replied, “Was that each day would be more intense than the previous day. I would imagine that these guys know what they’re doing.”

Otis had hired a large van to accommodate all of us and our luggage to drive us from the airport to the hotel and to the shoots. We loaded everything and everyone up and headed to the Las Vegas Starz hotel. I was looking forward to three days of relaxation before the shoot began and was looking forward to seeing Lauren again. We checked in with a block of rooms together on the 21st floor. Evie and I were together with Amy; Tina and Ashley shared a double room as did Didi and Diana. Otis had a room to himself which was connected to mine with an interconnecting door.

It was a little after 12 noon when we were all settled in, so we decided to have lunch and then hit the pool for some much-needed tanning and relaxation time. By the time we hit the pool, I saw Lauren stretched out on a chaise lounge working on her exquisite tan. As I made my way to her chair, she saw me, jumped up and ran into my arms. We hugged and kissed for several minutes and then I turned to introduce her to my college friends. All my friends stared at the statuesque beauty as they were introduced, but they all managed to get ahold of themselves pretty quickly.

There were a lot of empty chaise lounges around the pool so my friends found places to begin their sunning. I took one next to Lauren while Evie took another one next to me. Due to Evie’s fair skin, we managed to move an umbrella to her chair for her to hide under. Evie had a very tiny bikini on, which was very different for her, but she had been working out a lot since she moved in with me and had shed most of her extra weight. She looked very good in her maroon swimsuit which barely contained her still large breasts. I noticed Lauren checked her out pretty thoroughly as we got her situated.

“So, my sweet Rebecca is a porn star now,” Lauren stated. “After you told me about your new career, I made a point to check out your videos and joined your website. I have to tell you, those “String of Pearl” scenes are pretty fucking hot! I, also, love the scenes with you and Evie. The two of you look so in love it just doesn’t seem staged at all.”

I laughed and said, “Well, we are and it isn’t! We just make love and Amy films us. It’s pretty easy. We do, however, need to make some changes to liven things up a bit. As wonderful as it may be, people will start to get bored with scene after scene of Evie and I having sex. You wouldn’t consider shooting a scene or two with us while we are here, would you?”

Lauren laughed and replied, “As great as that sounds, I can’t. My contract with the hotel stipulates that porn shoots and prostitution are strictly forbidden.”

“Not even if we can disguise you,” I asked.

“As much as I would like to, I probably shouldn’t risk it. This gig pays too well and I need to save as much as possible because it won’t last forever. I’m sorry.”

I pouted a bit and then said, “I really can’t blame you. Well, I hope we can spend a lot of time together while we are here.”

“I do too. I’d really like to have a romp with you and Evie both if you two are open to it. The two of you make me really hot!”

Later that afternoon, Lauren took her leave of us as she had to eat dinner and get ready for her shows. When Lauren left, Amy took her place and asked, “I hope you were trying to talk her into doing a scene for us. That woman is incredible!”

Laughing, I said, “I tried, but her contract stipulates that she can’t make porn films. She is something else isn’t she. Well, I’ll see if she would like to join us tonight for a little fun.”

When we finished up at the pool, we all retired to our rooms to shower and get ready for dinner. Otis said he was treating us and took us to a very nice restaurant at the Bellagio for dinner. After dinner, we watched the fountain show for a while and then returned to our hotel. I told the others I would meet them upstairs and went to deliver a note to Lauren to join us after her shows. I wasn’t sure if she would come, so didn’t delay our loving with Evie, Amy and myself. The three of us were going at it pretty hot and heavy when there was a knock on the door.

Knowing it could only be Lauren, I got up from the bed and opened the door wide while standing there stark naked. Lauren’s eyes went wide as she saw me and then stepped into the room and kissed me deeply while she kicked the door closed with her foot. When she broke the kiss, she said, “Started without me I see. Whose deliciousness do I detect in your kiss? I want some of that!”

I laughed and said, “That’s Evie. Now you can see why we’re lovers!”

Lauren quickly disrobed, crawled onto the bed, spread etimegut escort Evie’s legs wide and said, “I’ve dreamt of this moment ever since I saw the first video with you and Rebecca!” Lauren then dove face first into Evie’s muff and began eating her pussy with a vengeance.

Amy was watching wide eyed as she admired Lauren’s body. I indicated to her that she should get behind Lauren and take advantage of her wide-open pussy and ass. Amy’s eyes got even wider as she maneuvered behind Lauren and began licking and sucking both holes. Lauren let out a deep moan as what Amy was doing to her registered. I stood to the side and watched the three passionately enjoy themselves. When Evie caught my eye, she said, “Sit on my face Rebecca.” I did as Evie asked and planted my pussy on Evie’s mouth. I had a perfect view of what Amy was doing to Lauren as I enjoyed Evie’s ministrations.

Before long, after Evie, Lauren and I climaxed, we all swapped places as the 4 of us brought each other multiple orgasms during the course of the night. In the morning, Lauren took her leave of us and we told her she had an open invitation to join us every night if she wanted to. Lauren asked if she could attend my shooting on Wednesday and I told her I would love her to come.

After breakfast, I decided I wanted to get a Brazilian wax, so Evie and I went to the hotel salon to make an appointment. As it turned out, they had immediate openings, so we both got our genitals waxed clean. We were both amazed at how bare and smooth we were and decided that waxing was the way to go. As I waited for the salon to finish with Evie, I decided to see if I could get ahold of my old boyfriend David to find out if he would be interested in flying out to LA and be a part of our little website.

After I dialed, he picked up on the second ring and said, “Rebecca! What a pleasant surprise. I was just thinking about you.”

“Hi David,” I replied. “It’s nice to hear your voice. How are you doing at Cornell?”

“I’m doing well. The courses are hard and everybody here is really smart, but I’m holding my own. How are things at USC? They have a much better football team than Cornell has!”

I laughed and said, “You know I know shit about football, but the classes are great. I’m holding down a 4.0 and have made lots of friends. Before I forget, how is your Dad doing and your Mom, for that matter?”

“Dad is pretty much back to normal which makes my Mom happy. I talk to them every week to try and stay on top of things. So, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call?”

I smiled and thought, direct as always. “Well, two things actually. First, and I hope this doesn’t weird you out, but I’ve become a porn actress. I’m sure you recall how much I like having sex and I just, kind of, fell into porn. So far, it has been great. As a matter of fact, I’m in Las Vegas right now where I’ll be shooting 3 scenes later in the week for a site called Fetish. I’ve, also, done three scenes for Porn Pros and have my own website. I use the name, Missy Holloway, as my nom de guerre if you want to check them out. We were discussing improvements to my website, which has been mostly scenes with another woman and thought we should inject some males into things. So, my immediate thought was you and, perhaps, the other guys from our prom romp. And, second, as I thought about you I decided I just wanted to hear your voice. I know this may seem pretty weird, but what do you think?”

There were several seconds of dead air before David responded. “Yeah, pretty weird. You want me, Carl, Hugh and JD to be in porn movies with you?”

“Well, yeah,” I replied. “Not all at once and mostly I just want you if you are up for it.”

“Wow, I don’t know. We have spring break in a couple of weeks, but I was going to go home. Plus, I don’t really have the money to fly out there. I would love to see you because I think about you all of the time.”

“You do? Don’t you have a girlfriend out there?”

“Well, no I don’t. I’ve gone out with a few girls, but they never, really compared to you. I know that sounds pretty, I don’t know, sappy or something, but I never quite got over you. I imagine you have lots of boyfriends out there.”

“Actually, I don’t. I haven’t been on a date since I got here. Obviously, I’ve had sex, but only with porn guys. I am living with Evie from home and I love her, but no men in my life. You’re the only boyfriend I have ever had. So, anyway, I would pay for your airfare and you can stay with us in our apartment. We could hide your identity during the filming if you want. It would be great if you could spend a week or more here so we could get in three different scenes. If you can use one of the weeks from your spring break, that would be nice, but I thought maybe early into summer break would be best. We get out pretty early around the first of May.”

“Hmmm, I think our exams are done around the 18th of May. How about the next two weeks after the 18th?”

I laughed and asked, “Does that mean you will do it?”

“Yep, actually, I’d pretty much do anything to have sex with you again!”

“You say the sweetest things! So, which day do you want to fly out here? On the 18th or the 19th?”

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It’s been several months since my last submission. I’m stuck in bed for the next few days, recovering from minor surgery. I’m feeling rather horny at the moment and thought a bit of confession might be exciting for me; for you too, hopefully.

Perhaps this is not so much a confession as a sharing of some sexual memories. I know that some men enjoy reading stories about women reacting to the size of their penis, especially if it is on the larger end of the scale. I can include myself in this group. The following are some of my experiences.

Size is relative of course, but I feel safe in saying that I have a bigger than average cock. Several women I’ve slept with have wanted to measure it. I’ve measured it too. For the record, it measures 7.75 inches along the top and is 5.75 inches in circumference. Not huge, maybe not even large, but definitely bigger than average.

Whatever the appropriate adjective, I’ve had some fun reactions to it. The following paragraphs are my recollections of some. I hope you enjoy them.

*****

When I was 20 I met a girl from Montreal at a party. We ended the evening in my bed, both rather drunk and horny. Janet was unquestionably the hottest woman I’ve ever fucked. The memory alone still gets me hard. We slept together about a dozen times over the next few weeks, gradually getting acquainted.

Janet was only 18. One night she asked me how many girls I’d had sex with. I said she escort ankara was only the second. She said I was here fifth. One of them, John, was a guy I knew.

The sex had been very tame, she on her back, me guiding my cock into her, usually coming rather quickly. We would lay in bed afterwards, talking in the darkness. After our third session, she asked me for a drink. I got out of bed turned on a light, and went to the kitchen, naked. As I returned with a Coke, I saw her looking at my semi-erection.

“You have a huge cock,” she said. What a turn on that was. I got fully hard again. She held it and squeezed. “You’re way bigger than John; again, a turn on for me. My male ego loved hearing this. Size really does matter, but mostly just to we men.

*****

When in my twenties, I frequented a strip club one summer. It was a lot of harmless fun. One dancer, a beautiful black girl who went by the name of Cinnamon, was my favorite.

The girls would take turns dancing on a small runway stage. The patrons, guys and a few girls, were allowed to tip the dancers by laying on the stage, face up, hands to the side, with a bill held between our lips. The dancers would usually straddle the head, stretch themselves out above the guy, 69-style, the move back up and take the money by squeezing it between their breasts. Sometimes a dancer would squeeze a guy’s crotch, then look over at his buddies and wave her little finger, escort etlik while the guys all laughed.

The first time I tipped Cinnamon she gave me a squeeze. I was in complete lust with her and so was very hard. She grabbed me and said, ” Holy shit. What is that?” laughing in surprise. She then put her hand down my pants, gave it a quick feel and said, “Feels real,” to the guys sitting stage side. I almost came right there.

*****

I guy I met while a member at a YMCA gym once invited me to a barbeque at his home. He and his wife had wanted to introduce me to her friend. As it turned out, they were swingers. Their idea was for me to take turns fucking each of the women while the other two watched. Apparently the guy had seen me in the locker room and noticed my size.

I was a bit nervous at first but got into it once the wife started blowing her husband right there in the living room. He had a big cock and it made me feel competitive. Sometimes this stuff sounds a bit stupid but in the heat of the moment testosterone often takes over.

The wife swallowed his load and then removed her skirt and panties and lay on the floor with her legs spread for me, saying “Your turn.” Her husband sat next to her, holding her hand.

I stripped, pushed my cock into her, and started to fuck her rather hard. She let out a loud moan and said to her husband, “Oh God, baby, his cock is even bigger than yours.”

*****

I escort demetevler dated a woman, Erica, who shared an apartment with her older sister. The relationship lasted about a year. The sisters were competitive with each other. They also told each other everything.

After dating for about a month, Erica and I had sex for the first time. The next time I went to their apartment the sister greeted me with, “Hi, stud.” I asked Erica if her sister had overheard us in bed. I had thought she wasn’t home at the time.

“No,” said Erica, “I called in sick the next morning and when my sister asked what was wrong, I told her my crotch was sore from having sex with you.”

Later that night, in bed she wanted to measure my cock so she could tell her sister how big it was. Her measurement came to eight inches; a bit of an exaggeration, but I guess it made for a better story.

*****

One woman, the first time we had sex, said, “Oh God, you’re big. That feels so fucking good.”

*****

My favorite memory is with my wife. We have never discussed her previous lovers. I figure what I don’t know can’t hurt me. I am, like most men, uncomfortable with the thought of my wife fucking a guy with a cock that is bigger than mine. It’s just the way the male brain is wired. She’s not one to talk, but over the first few months of dating she did make several telling comments.

Once, while lying in bed after sex, watching me dress, she said, “Nice package. You must be pretty proud of that thing.” The first time I fucked her doggy style she said, “Not so deep. You’re too big for me.”

Male ego stroking? Perhaps, but it sure feels good anyway.

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Friday couldn’t come fast enough for Deji. Time seemed to drag agonizingly slow as he counted the seconds, minutes, and hours as the days went by. It was a painful and very nervous one week.

Finally, to his relief, it was Thursday evening. He picked up his phone and dialed her.

“Hey you.”

“Hi babe. Are you ready for your trip tomorrow?”

“Why are you so anxious?”

“Why won’t I be?”

“Relax, young man.” She said cheerfully.

“Deola, that’s me you’re calling a young man, y’know?”

“So?”

“Okay. No vex. I’m just anxious to see you again.”

“Okay oh, Mr. Lover man. I will try leave here as early as possible. Are you ready to receive a very important visitor?”

“I’m ready for you.” Throughout the day, he had taken his time to clean up his room. He spent hours meticulously dusting, sweeping, wiping and airing out everywhere. He scrubbed and disinfected his bathroom until the tiles gleamed white. He dusted his mattress and laid out a clean bed sheet. He made sure everything was well arranged and in the right places. He planned to go to the market the following morning to buy stuff for food too.

“Yes, I’m ready to receive anyone.”

“Really? Hmm…”

“Do you want me to send you some money to add to your transport fare?”

“Are you saying I can’t afford to come there on my own?” she sounded offended.

“No oh Deola. It’s not like that. I just thought…”

“Thought what?”

“…Okay I’m sorry.”

“I can afford to pay my own fare. You don’t need to insinuate you are forcing me to come.”

“I’m sorry. It’s the anxiety in me.”

“I’m also anxious to see you too, but I can afford to pay my TP.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Better.”

“I’ll try and see if I can leave in time. Ilorin to Ibadan is about three to four hours. I have a few things to take care of in the morning. I’ll be there latest by six in the evening.”

“Sure.”

“Can’t wait to see you again.”

“Me too.”

“G’nite. Dream of me okay?”

“I surely will.”

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Friday morning. Deji woke up early. He did a last minute one-over on his room, making sure everything was in order once again before going out to the market. He bought some ingredients to prepare stew and vegetable soup. Having been cooking since he was nine, he had no problem in the kitchen. Soon a couple of his neighbors were knocking on his door.

“Man yi, o fe di wa ni imu ni(do you want to block our noses?)” he heard Kola, one of the guy opposite his room yell through his open door.

“A nbo wa jeun oh(we’re coming over to have some of that delicious meal).” Dele, his roommate chirped in.

“Eyin guys, no show oh. I dey expect very important visitor.” Deji fired back. He stepped out of his small kitchen to meet them both standing in the middle of his room.

“Shey l’oto(really)? Who she be?”

“Who told you it’s a she?”

“So you think a man will spend all his morning cooking for another man? You no serious. Abeg lay down the koko jare.” said Kola.

Deji laughed. “Na my babe. She’s coming for the weekend.”

“Hmm!! After you feed her full belle, you will “feed” her “FULL BELLE” abi?” Dele stated, implying a big belly with his hands. “Ekun!!”

“Eyin boys yii sha.”

“We must meet this babe oh.” Dele said.

“I will try.”

“Try kini? I’ll be watching your door throughout today. Shey o ti lo opa eyin e? Ma fa idi omo olomo ya oh(don’t fuck the girl to death).”

Laughing loudly, Deji dished out some of his vegetable soup for his friends before shooing the two nosy guys out of his room.

“See, the guy even arranged his room. Ojo wo lo tun yara shey ko wa tidy bayi last (When last did you take care of your room)? The power of abuna.”

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Around two o’clock that afternoon Deola sent him a text to let him know she was on her way. To while away the time, Deji decided to watch a movie, but he realized he kept on glancing at his watch every five minutes. He watched as the clock hands dragged slowly till it was almost six in the evening. He didn’t want to call her as he didn’t want to sound desperate. He just waited for her to call.

Around six-forty, Deola called to tell him she had arrived Ojoo.

“I know my way to campus. Where will you come get me?”

“There’s an eatery opposite the school gate. I’m heading there now. I will be waiting for you there.”

“Okay. See you soon.”

Fifteen minutes later, Deji was standing in front of the eatery. His heart was beating. Finally, the moment had come. The moment he had been waiting for. Would he still recognize her? How would he act when he saw her? He put his hands in his pocket to steady his trembling fingers.

Deola paid the bus conductor and got down. She looked around and spotted the eatery. Looking closer, she saw a lanky guy standing in front of the eatery looking around. She picked her phone from çankaya escort her bag and dialed Deji’s number. She saw the guy dip his hand into his pocket and fish out his phone, turning around in the process. One look at his face and she knew it was him. Carefully watching the traffic, she crossed the street to meet him.

Deji didn’t realize she had arrived until she was almost standing in front of him. After such a long time, they were finally face to face again.

“Deola.” Deji gasped, the words failing him.

Deola smiled. “Yes, Deji…it’s me.”

They both hugged each other. Deji looked her over.

“What happened to you?”

“What do you mean?”

“You look…slimmer. Curvier.”

Deola laughed. “Nothing. I’ve always been like this.”

She had on a red tank top which her breasts bulged against invitingly. Her slim waist flowed into her round hips on which sat a pair of dark blue jeans. He caught a glimpse of her midriff as she stood back. A pair of low heel sandals decked her feet, her beautiful toes with the bright red toe-polish peeking out gracefully. Her long braids cascaded down to the middle of her back, a small red scarf tied just above it. A light touch of red lipstick coated her luscious lips. A silver chain adorned her slim neck, the receding and fading rays of the evening sun catching its brilliant shine. A matching pair of earrings completed the picture. She looked adorable.

“You look much more beautiful than the last time I saw you.”

“Why thank you.” she replied smiling. Already many heads were turning, their hungry eyes staring at her.

Deji picked up her bag and led her to his place. They walked the ten minutes it took to get there, chatting all the way, his eyes not leaving her for one minute. Her body moved only the way angels do, her hips swaying magnificently. He studied her shapely round arse, watched as her breasts bounced as she walked, her beautiful gait as she moved. He felt his throat go dry with desire. Soon, they arrived his place.

“Welcome to my humble abode. It’s not much, but it’s home.” He ushered her in. Deola removed her shoes and looked around the room. A medium sized mattress with two fluffy pillows lay neatly in one corner. The dark blue carpet looked nice. A small table with some books neatly stacked sat at the window. A TV and DVD player stood on another low table at the foot of the mattress. She observed two doors which perhaps led to the bathroom and kitchen. Deola felt comfortable immediately. She turned around to face Deji who had picked up her shoes and was placing them on the shoe rack beside the door. He stood back up and looked at her beaming at him.

“Welcome to my house dear. Do you want anything to…”

He didn’t finish his statement because before he realized what was happening, she had closed the distance between them and planted her lips on his. They kissed eagerly and hungrily, her arms flying around his neck, his pulling her closer as he squashed her lovely lithe body into his. They fumbled and groped at each other, their desires for each other strong. Still kissing deeply, they stumbled towards and fell on the bed, her body on top of his. They continued to kiss each other for a while before they came back up for air.

“Hi.” Deola greeted him.

“Hi?” Deji said back breathless.

“It’s been quite a long while. I really needed to get that out of my system.” She said with a smile.

“Missed me?” she asked, staring into his eyes.

Deji stared back into her huge eyes. For the first time he noticed she wore contacts. “Yeah. I surely did miss you.”

“It’s been more than seven months. I never for once forgot about you.” She said, batting her eyelashes at him.

Deji stared down her deep cleavage, her jugs squashed against his chest. He looked back into her eyes and caught her looking at him mischievously. He pulled her head towards him and kissed her again.

She rested her head against his shoulder, her hand slowly rubbing his chest. She pinched his nipple lightly, and to her delight felt his cock begin to slowly grow under her. She laughed and sat up. Deji sat beside her.

“Are you hungry?” he asked her.

“Not really. I’m only hungry for you right now.” She responded slyly.

“Okay. Do you want something to drink then?”

“What do you have?”

“I have some lemon juice in the fridge in the kitchen.”

“Okay.” She stood up. “Which is the kitchen?”

“I’ll get it for you.”

“Don’t worry I will. We have a lot of catching up to do. I want to know what you’ve been up to since the last time we saw each other.”

He pointed out his kitchen and watched as she walked majestically towards the door. She turned around and caught him staring at her arse.

“See your eye like rat own. Abeg stop staring at my yansh jare!!”

Laughing out loud, she waltzed into the kitchen while he picked up his remote to switch on the TV. He heard her open up the fridge and the sound of liquid being poured into glasses. A few moments later she came out ankara rus escort with a glass of juice in each hand.

She handed him one and they sat down to catch up, taking sips from their glasses as they talked. Deji remembered the way she spoke easily the first night they were together. Their conversation flowed freely as they filled up the gaps of time.

“I’m hungry.” She announced about an hour later. Deji stood up and headed into the kitchen. He dished out a large plate of rice and the vegetable soup he had prepared earlier in the day. Deola watched as he brought the food out and set it on the table. He pulled the chairs out and sat down in one.

“Alrite babe, food is ready.” he announced.

Deola stood up. She picked up the empty glasses of juice and waltzed to the kitchen, eyeing him seductively as she walked pass. She refilled the glasses, set them down beside the delicious looking plate of food and instead of sitting in the other chair, she plopped herself smack onto his laps. Deji could feel her soft buns nicely.

“Feed me.” She purred.

Trembling slightly, he forked up some food from the plate and positioned it against her lips. He fed her a couple of forkfuls before taking some into his mouth. He fed her silently, staring into her ocean blue eyes as she ate. She wrapped an arm around his shoulder and rested her head slightly on his chest as she chewed. Her other hand gently caressed his chest and rested over his heart, feeling it beat.

“You sure know how to cook well.” Deola commented as he shoveled another forkful into her mouth.

“Guys of today have to know how to cook. All you young ladies of this generation know how to do is form and take selfies. Half of you don’t even know how to boil water.”

She guffawed loudly. “Don’t think so oh!! I know how to cook very well.”

“Indeed.”

“Yes oh. You think what you cooked here is food?”

“You just said I cook well.”

“That is just to swell your head. I’m just managing your food because I’m hungry ni oh.”

“Oh really?”

“Yesss ke!! I’ll show you what real cooking is tomorrow.”

Deji laughed again and fed her the last few forkfuls. She swallowed and he poised her glass of juice for her to take a long drink. She burped loudly.

“Wow, excuse me.” She said, stifling a yawn.

“Bush girl.”

Deola gave her a weird what-the-heck-do-you-mean look and stood up. Deji cleared the empty plate and glasses. He looked at the time. It was just going on to nine o’clock. Darkness had already descended outside and the sounds of rumbling from the neighbors drifted faintly into the room.

“Gosh I’m tired.” Deola announced. “I think I’ll just take a bath and go to bed.”

“At this time?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, you’ve had a long day. You deserve some rest.”

He went back to sit on the bed and grabbed the remote again. Deola squatted and unzipped her bag. She brought out her toiletries and other feminine products and placed them on the table. His heart beating in his chest, he watched her as she slowly undressed, first removing the red scarf on her head, then raised up her hands as she pulled the tank top off her body. His eyes almost popped out as her huge breasts bulged out. He quickly looked at the curtains to be sure they were closed. Looking back at her, she had unbuttoned her jeans and had bent over to pull them off. She now stood in only her underwear. He couldn’t breathe. His rod began to tingle. Deola saw him staring at her flustered.

“What?” she asked.

“What’s what?” he croaked.

“Why are you staring at me like that? Haven’t you seen a lady in her underwear before?”

Deji didn’t respond and she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Her firm D-cups bounced into view and he swallowed. She discarded the piece of cloth and stood there in only her red panties. She raised her arms to tie her hair up into a bun, the motion pushing his focus on her body up, making the big puppies only seem bigger. She smiled when she noticed him uncomfortably trying to adjust his baggy shorts. She does look a bit slimmer than the last time, he thought. Slimmer and much bustier. She watched amused as his eyes followed her hands as they roamed over her curves. From her tummy, cupping her breasts, her round hips and then down to the inverted triangle between her legs. Deola almost laughed out loud at the expression on his face. She could now clearly see the huge bulge in his shorts as it snaked down his thigh.

“You men are all the same. Can’t stand the sight of a woman in front of you without reacting.” Deola smirked at him, gesturing at his bulge in mock disgust.

“When you pack those huge watermelons full chest, why won’t there be crisis?”

Deola burst out laughing again. “Deji, you are just too funny. Fun mi ni towel ki n lo we joooooo (give me a towel and let me go and bath).”

Deji pointed to where his towel was and she wrapped it around her body. She looked at him invitingly and turned gracefully into the bathroom, picking ankara yabancı escort up her toiletries along the way. For the next twenty minutes, Deji pondered whether to join her, staring at the TV screen but not seeing anything. He imagined her hot body covered in lather as she washed up. His mind imagined him in there with her, running his hands over her body and huge breasts while she stroked his soapy cock, their lips locked in a deep kiss and their tongues wrestling for control over each other.

Just before he finally made up his mind to go join her in the bathroom, she came out looking all refreshed and clean. The towel hung loosely around her body and the fresh scent of her body wash filled the room.

“I really needed that.” She sighed contented.

Deji decided to have a shower too and snatching the towel off a giggling Deola, he headed inside. He stayed there for a while, trying to cool down his now raging boner. The cold water did the trick and soon his rod had calmed down. He stepped out of the shower and met her sitting in a different pair of panties at the table doing whatever women did to prepare for the night. He dressed up and lay back on the bed. After about ten minutes, Deola stood up.

“What are you still doing in your clothes?” she asked, still standing in only her now blue panties.

“What do you mean?” his eyes stuck to her bare and swaying boobs.

“What I said.” She responded. “It’s hot in here.”

“The fan is on. The window is open. It’s not hot.”

“It is to me.” She knelt down beside him on the bed.

“So you want to sleep…like this?”

“So? You have a problem with that?”

“N…no…not at all. I just…”

“Good. Get out of your clothes. I can’t stand another clothed body beside me when I want to sleep naked.”

Deji hesitated a bit, and slowly removed his shirt and pulled down his shorts. The cool air from the fan made him shiver a bit. He lay back down with only his boxers on.

“That’s better.” Deola said.

She lay down and snuggled up to him, resting her head on his shoulder and threw an arm across his body. In that position, her bare breasts rested firmly against his naked chest. He felt himself begin to nod again.

“What’cha watching?” she asked after making herself comfortable.

“Nothing really.” He had mindlessly been flicking through the channels.

“Is the door locked?” she asked suddenly.

“I guess so.”

“Please check.”

Deji gently rolled her off him and stood up to check the door. He made sure to secure it properly.

“Close the curtains properly and switch off the light too.”

He checked the curtains. No one could see them from outside. He switched the light off and the room was plunged into darkness. The only light illuminating the room came from the TV. He returned to the bed and Deola snuggled up into his arms again.

They watched the movie playing on the TV in silence for a while. Deola caressed the minute hairs on the parts of her chest her massive jugs didn’t cover. Deji was more preoccupied with trying to control his throbbing dick. It pulsated with every heartbeat. She pushed her thigh upwards and gently nudged his cock. Her hand wandered down from his chest, slowly caressing his bare skin until it disappeared under the covers. He glanced down to her face and noticed her eyes were still focused on the movie. He felt her gently stroke his belly before ever so lightly trace her fingers around the outline of his tool. She looked up at him with puppy eyes.

Out of sight under the covers, her fingers tickled the underside of his stiff cock through his boxers. Each touch made it jerk. Bolts of pleasure shot through his brains and he shuddered. Deola’s breath began to come in short gasps as she began to get aroused. She felt the blood begin to rush to her nipples and her cunt get moist. Deji felt her tips grow hard on his chest.

“You’re…hard.” Deola breathed up to him. She slowly pulled the duvet off them to reveal her thigh across him, her hand resting on his bulge.

“It’s so…hard.” She repeated.

“You made him that way”

Deji cupped one of her breasts. He squeezed the nipple, making her gasp. He felt her dip her hand into his boxers and she brought his dick out. They both watched as a large drop of slimy precum appeared, drooling and pooling onto his belly. She continued to caress him as more slimy stuff poured out.

“Wow Deji. When last were you with a woman?”

“Not since our night together.”

“That’s a lie!!” Deola said in surprise. She sat up abruptly, her fingers still wrapped around his shaft.

“I’m serious.”

“You want to tell me since that night, this…” she gave his rod a shake, “this…anaconda hasn’t bared its fangs to any other girl?”

“It’s true.”

Deola didn’t want to believe him, but one look into his eyes and she knew he was telling the truth. Her heart fluttered.

“Why?” she whispered.

“Well…to be honest…apart from my schoolwork, you were all that occupied my mind for a long while.” He saw some compassion grow on her face. “I didn’t want anything or anyone to be in the way if you decided to call and discuss about…you know…that night…about what was next for…us.”

“You’re flattering me.” she whispered.

“I’m not.”

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It was finally raining. It had been a bit of surprise considering how long it had been since it had rained, and had been coming down for a couple of hours. While it was cutting the punishing dry heat they had had for the last several weeks, it was only making it more and more humid — enough that the already light clothes they had on were starting to stick.

They had headed up for a road trip that morning with the intention of spending some time together, but for the time being were waiting for the rain to stop so they could go on the hike they had planned. Neither was particularly upset by the rain, as they were both just happy to get the opportunity to spend some time with each other. The trip up had been full of laughing and banter, and the occasional glance stolen at each other. They had both worn swimsuits and thrown clothes on over top, with the intention of wading into a little lake halfway on their hike; he had a loose tanktop on with his short trunks, and she was wearing a light white gauzy wrap over top of her leopard-print tankini and briefs. Neither said it, but both were enjoying the view.

Normally this hiking trail had a little more traffic, but with the weather being what it was that day, it was pretty quiet, and they hadn’t seen anyone for hours. They had popped open the back of his van and were sheltering underneath the door, propped up on some blankets, with some music playing on one of their phones and a half-empty bottle of wine sitting beside her they had slowly been drinking. The conversation died off a bit, and they sat in silence for a while, watching the rain.

He went to reach for the wine and inadvertently brushed his right hand over her bare stomach between her top and briefs. She jumped a little, and he apologized.

“Sorry — didn’t mean to tickle you,” he said as he moved his hand. She reached over and put her hand on top, stopping him.

“It’s ok — just made me jump, that’s all. I didn’t mind it.” She looked over at him and smiled, and looked lost in thought for a second.

“My hand?” He smiled and gestured at his hand with his eyes, which she was still holding. She looked confused for a second, and then realized what she was doing and laughed.

“Got distracted, sorry. But you don’t need to move your hand. At least, not if you don’t want to.” A small smile crept up on the edge of her lips, and he couldn’t seem to focus on anything else. Trying to read his reaction, she slowly pulled his hand towards her stomach, and let it lay, palm down, on her skin. He looked at his hand, resting on her, and then back at her face.

Her stomach was soft, and with just a hint of sweat from the heat. He relaxed his hand, and spread his fingers out, the thumb sliding up ever-so-slightly under her top.

“No, I don’t mind that at all,” he said, looking at her face to try and read her reactions, his interest in the wine completely forgotten.

She lounged back and stretched, the swimsuit hugging her body as she reached her arms above her head and linked them together to work the kinks out. A deep sigh came bubbling up from her chest as she laid back into the blankets they had arranged as a makeshift couch for the two of them.

“That feels really nice,” she said softly. She propped up her head with one arm, and the other reached over to him and started tracing kızılay escort lines up and down his shoulder and arm. They looked at each other for a short while, both of them trying to read the other person’s intentions, with neither wanting to get it wrong.

They stayed like this for a while: quiet, looking at each other, enjoying the contact and the company. He started running his hand back and forth on her stomach, gently gliding across her skin. Her skin jumped at the sensation, but not unpleasantly, and she found herself involuntarily sucking in her breath and holding it as he continued to stroke her tummy.

Her own fingers trailed up his arm and across his chest, at least the parts exposed under his tanktop, and slowly down his chest to his stomach. She glanced down, and saw a noticeable bulge in his trunks, and her hand stopped as her breath caught in her throat for a second. She caught herself, and her fingers trailed down lower, reaching underneath his tank top to brush against his stomach. It was a little hairy, and she teased the hairs on his belly and ran her fingers up and down them, careful not to get too close to his shorts and what was inside, not yet.

His breathing got heavier, and his hand slowly went from gently resting on her stomach to sliding across her stomach and over her side. He could tell she was sensitive to touch and more than a little anxious, and he had to be honest, he was too. He was letting her take the lead, but his urge to reach out and hold her was incredibly strong.

“Is that ok?” she said in what seemed to her to be a surprisingly raspy voice, as her fingers continued to stroke him and run up and down his belly.

“Of course, whatever you feel comfortable with,” he reassured her. His thumb slid under her top as he stroked her side, his thumb brushing against her ribs. He liked the contrast between her softness and the hardness he felt in his trunks at that moment.

“I really love your body,” he whispered to her. “And I love how it feels.” His hand reached to hold her side, and he slowly leaned forward towards her slightly and stopped. “I’d really like to kiss you right now,” he said softly as he shifted. “But only if you want me to.”

She hesitated, just for a second, unsure of what to do in the moment. But she ran her hand under his tank and over his side, squeezed him, and pulled herself towards him and sunk into his lips, gently at first, but with an increasingly firm grip on him.

Luxuriating in the feeling of the connection, he leaned into the kiss as well, moaning deeply into her mouth. His own hand slid down her side and over her hip, firmly squeezing her bottom and gently but insistently pulling her towards him. Their bodies slid closer together, as their hands started exploring each other in earnest.

He broke their kiss and pulled back a bit, looking into her eyes. They looked at each other in silence for a moment, each running their free hand up and down the others side. Her hand slid up under his tank, and her thumb found his right nipple and rubbed it as she ran her hand over his chest. His eyes fluttered, half closing, and he moaned gently. He composed himself and looked her in the eyes again.

“I can take my tanktop off, if you like,” he said. “It you want me to.”

“OK,” she squeaked, then repeating herself ankara etlik escort in a stronger voice, “Yes, please.”

He sat up and grabbed the bottom of it with each hand, arms crossed, pulling it up and over his head in one smooth motion. She let her gaze linger on his naked chest and stomach; he wasn’t particularly muscular by any means, but she liked the way his body moved nonetheless. He was also hairier around his nipples and between; not a lot but just the right amount, she thought. Putting his tanktop aside, he leaned back on their cushion, eyes on hers, waiting for her. He smiled at her.

She leaned over, slowly, and reached her left hand out, placing it tentatively on his chest. She liked feeling the muscle under his skin; it felt so different from her own body. She gently squeezed his chest, and ran her thumb over his nipple.

“They’re so much smaller than mine,” she said. “So tiny! I like them.” She rubbed it a little harder, and looked up at his face. “Does that feel good?” she asked quietly.

“Yes, definitely,” he replied, his breath becoming a little heavier. “Everything you do feels good.”

She blushed, a little. Then she leaned forward and, very tentatively, licked at his nipple with her tongue. The hair around his nipples felt so odd under her tongue, but not bad. She flicked at it for a bit, and then leaned in a bit and sucked at it, causing him to gasp.

“Oh, god, that feels good,” he gasped. His hand came up behind her and stroked the top of her head and hair, tensing up as she gently bit down on his nipple, but she barely applied any pressure at all. Her tongue flicked over it, slowly at first, and then faster.

She pulled back, and looked up at him, an intense look on her face. “Was that ok? Not too much?” she asked him.

“It was perfect, I loved it. You seem to know just what makes me feel good, babe.” He smiled down at her, stroking her hair reverently.

She smiled, and leaned forward and kissed him on his nipple again, and then the other one, giving it a little flick with her tongue when she did. She liked the little intake of breath he made when she did.

Her kisses continued, up his chest, and onto his neck; he pulled his head back to expose his neck even further, and she took full advantage, leaning in over him. Her arms went around him, and she pulled herself very close to him as she did. She kissed his neck and up to his ear, kissing his cheek and jaw on the way up. She paused by his ear and whispered into it.

“Can I see it?” she asked shyly. “Just for a bit?”

He smiled and ran his hand up and down her back, gently, pulling her close to him.

“Of course. Just for a bit. Do you want to take it out?” he asked. She nodded.

She sat up on her knees, and then reached forward with her hand, slowly at first. She grazed her hand over his bulge, and he sucked in his breath, sharply. She paused and looked at him for reassurance, but he smiled and nodded at her to continue.

She stroked his bulge, slowly at first, up and down his trunks, and then finally took the top of his trunks in both of her little hands and slowly started pulling them down. He lifted his hips, helping her remove them, and she slid them down over his hips, freeing him.

Her eyes widened looking at his prick, and her mouth demetevler escortlar opened just a bit involuntarily. His hand, which was running up and down her arm, slid up her neck and cupped the side of her face gently. He leaned forward, guiding her by the cheek, and drew her in for a deep kiss. Both of them exhaled deeply with attraction for each other; her hand danced around and found his prick, and slowly started stroking him as they kissed, causing him to moan deeply into her mouth.

She paused from the kiss, and pulled back, her hand still rubbing his hardness. She looked into his eyes for a moment, as if she was deciding what to say, or how to say it. He waited, patiently, and finally she spoke.

“Can… can we make love? Please?” she asked. He looked at her for a moment, quietly, and swallowed nervously, nodding. Then he smiled and replied more confidently.

“Of course. I’d like nothing more.” His eyes were twinkling and the adoration for the other on both of their faces would have been plain to anyone lucky enough to have intruded on this moment between them.

She nodded, and pushed him back into the blankets, moving to straddle him. She looked deep into his eyes, now sure of her actions and herself, as she reached down; she had pulled a condom from god knows where, and opened the package and slid it on to him. Looking back up at him, she used one hand to slide her swim bottoms to the side and pulled his cock up to meet her opening with her other. Never breaking eye contact, she slowly slid down on him, her wetness making his entrance easy.

He was propped back on his elbows, his eyes wide as he watched her mount him, the intensity of the moment overwhelming. She sank down, fully, onto his prick, and reached for his hands. Gazing at each other, she began to slide up and down his hardness, her juices coating him and dripping down onto his balls.

She rode him, quietly, for some time, and neither one spoke, not daring to risk breaking the special moment between them. Finally, as she drew close, she leaned forward and kissed him again, grinding herself on his throbbing cock over and over. She leaned forward to speak into his ear, between deep breaths.

“I love you,” she whispered, her juices squishing as she ground herself down onto him. “So much.”

He grinned; she didn’t see it, but she could hear it in his voice and could see it in her mind.

“I know. I love you too, angel. A ridiculous amount.” As he spoke, his hands slid down her sides, and gripped her hips tightly, and he pushed up inside of her, meeting her movements.

She smiled, pulling back a bit, and then crushed his lips in another kiss, as their increasingly hurried pounding was steadily pushing her over the edge. She came hard, moaning deeply into his mouth. Her body spasms and moans pushed him over the edge, too, and his cock exploded too, filling the condom.

The two of them slowly relaxed and caught their breath, cuddling as they came down from their mutual high, whispering into one another’s ears and holding each other.

Finally, she rolled off of him, holding his hand, feeling her juices drip down her thigh. He sat up, kissing her on the shoulder, and forehead, and tummy, gently, and finally on the lips.

At just that time, the rain finally broke and started tapering off. They shared the rest of the wine, holding each other, quietly talking about what had just happened and what it meant for them; and then once the rain had finished, they got up and headed down to the beach to finally cool off from the heat, the humidity, and other things, too.

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By way of introduction…the Plaza is a ritzy shopping and entertainment district in Kansas City. I wrote this story for a friend who I will call Rachel, who has unfulfilled cuckhold fantasies with her husband.

———–

We’ve agreed to meet at a trendy restaurant on the Plaza. Its a busy lunch hour…the place is buzzing.

We’re seated in a corner booth, and soon we are chatting and getting to know one another. I tell you a funny story, and touch you as you laugh…and you feel a shiver run through your body.

As you talk you notice that now I’m playing with your hair, and gently massaging the back of your neck. You’re smiling and seem to be enjoying the sensations.

Soon, our eyes meet, and I pull your lips to mine and kiss you. We’re both oblivious to the bustle of the busy restaurant as we savor the taste and sensations of one another’s lips.

The waitress arrives with our food…and has to clear her throat to get our attention. You look at her and blush as she serves our lunch.

After a delicious meal filled with stimulating conversation, laughter and flirting, I suggest we go for a walk.

We find ourselves in front of the Victoria’s Secret store. I open the door and usher you inside.

As you might imagine at the Plaza Victoria’s Secret, the store is filled with attractive women dressed to impress, and I seem to be the only man in the store.

As we look at the sexy lingerie, you feel me stroking your back…with just a hint of nails raising occasional goose bumps.

You bend over to look at some hose and garters in a drawer, and you feel me tugging from behind on the waistband of your jeans…pulling your ass to my groin so that you can feel the rock hard bulge in my pants rubbing against your butt.

I suggest that you select a few çankaya escort bayan items and try them on. You choose a pink bra and matching panties and garter trimmed in black lace, and some black hose. You go to the dressing room, strip down and try on your items. To check the full effect, you put on the black heels you were wearing with your jeans.

As you admire yourself in the mirror, you’re startled to see the door open behind you, and I quickly slip inside.

Standing behind you, I see you in the mirror and you look stunning. Even in your heels I tower over. I embrace you from behind, kissing your neck, hands exploring. When your eyes are not closed in your reverie, you see us in the mirror with my arms engulfing your petite little body.

I pull your body close to mine and through the silky lace panties you feel my cock straining against my pants. You’re still facing the mirror as I begin teasing your nipples with my fingers…at first through the fabric, but soon pulling the fabric down under your breasts.

I reach down and quickly release my cock from my pants. As you turn to face me you feel my thick erection pressing heavily against your belly….leaving a cool trace on your soft skin as precum leaks from the tip.

I pick you up and as your lips meet mine you wrap your arms and legs around me. I reach down and pushing the silky fabric of your panties aside. You feel the head of my cock slowly invading your silky wetness.

We both gasp softly as you are slowly impaled on my big hard tool. Its stretches you soo tight. Your arms and legs are wrapped around me, and my hands are on your butt…moving your small frame up and down slowly….feeling every inch of me inside you. As you catch a glimpse of yourself suspended in the air while riding my big thick cock, ankara rus escort you let out a soft cry as you cum and I can feel your wetness dripping and running down my leg.

“I want it deeper” you whisper in my ear, so I lower your feet to the ground, still in your shiny black heels, turn you around, and bend you over the white chair next to the mirror. In the mirror, you see my eyes lowered and a smile on my face as I admire your cute little ass before me, ornamented by the lovely pink and black panties.

You brace yourself against the chair. Looking into the dressing room mirror in front of you, you are struck by the look of lust in both our eyes as my cock slams home with the first stroke. The pace and intensity quickly accelerates. Your eyes are closed now, but you hear and feel my balls slapping against your clit as our bodies crash together with each powerful thrust. It feels like an earthquake.

My hands are firmly on your hips…fingertips feeling the combination of the silk and lace of the panties you’re still wearing. I can feel the silk brushing against me as I guide your softness to meet each thrust of my raging hard cock. Your black heels have raised your ass to the perfect angle so that combined with my height and your position braced on the chair, my cock is hitting your g-spot with every thrust, and soon you are letting out little involuntary squeals of pleasure…forgetting that the store full of women is just outside the thin dressing room door.

As your dripping pussy is pounded into submission you feel a powerful orgasm begin to well up deep inside you. You hear my breathing change, you open your eyes, look in the mirror and see the fire in my eyes as you feel an explosion of molten hot cum deep inside your body. You involuntarily squeal ankara etlik escort as you senses explode…and your pussy releases a gush of wetness that splashes as my cock continues to drive deep inside you.

You feel cool traces of wetness running down your inner thigh to the top of your black hose.

I pull out and you feel me behind you, cleaning your legs with my tongue, savoring the fruits of our lust. I kiss the soft skin of your beautiful little ass as I finish, arise, and pull my pants up.

No words have been spoken in the dressing room, even as I quickly slip out the door.

The price tags are still intact as you remove the items you were trying on, taking care to fold the silky panties so that the sopping wet crotch is hidden inside dry pink fabric.

As you exit the door of the dressing room to find me waiting for you, you notice the looks of several of the beautiful model-types in the store. You feel that there is a hint of envy in their eyes. Did they hear the sounds coming from your dressing room? Do they know your secret?

I take your hand and we proceed to purchase the items you tried on. We leave the store and I walk you to your car. As we part with a gentle kiss, you notice that my pants once again show signs of desire.

At home later that evening, you tell your husband you bought something special for him today. You tell him to give you a few minutes, then join you in the bedroom. He enters to find you reclined on the bed, with a beautiful sexy glow. The black lace, hose and shiny heels contrast with the pink silk and your soft skin. He almost runs to you as he eagerly attacks. He removes your panties, not noticing the rough spot where the juices that soaked the fabric earlier in the day have now dried.

He plunges his tongue into the still-tender folds of your hot little love box. His voice is a bit muffled as he devours you, but you hear him say “mmmm….you taste unusually good tonight…what did you do?”

You smile and say. “Just got a little something special from Victoria’s Secret….my little secret”

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