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When my employer invited me to relocate to Thailand, I wasted no chance in accepting and weeks later emerged from the familiarity of a British Airways airplane to the unfamiliar humidity of an Asian morning. Confusion swirled around me in those early days, yet through the misty haze of unknown faces, indiscernible languages and unreadable signs, against a backdrop of relentless dusty heat, my eyes found themselves increasingly lingering on the beauty of Asian women. I recall a landmark moment, stepping out from an intrusive medical, onto a crowded pavement, over populated with stalls, bubbling with unusual scents and not for the first or last time, having the feeling that I was alone in not knowing where I was. Yet lunchtime also meant the adjacent university had unleashed its’ contents in search of a hurried edible relief from their studies. The narrow pavement was swarming with Thai university girls, uniformly dressed in tight, short black skirts, belted to show their university and white, breast hugging blouses. It was visual paradise my mind wondered what delights must lay beneath their teasing uniforms. I knew then I was going to enjoy living in Asia. However, like most foreigners, I soon found out that seedy bars aside, despite their ready smiles, the omnipresent beauty of Thai females was frustratingly off limits to foreign males. As weeks became months, desperation supplanted my initial confusion. Through it all, a friend of mine, with years of experience of living in Thailand repeatedly advised me to be patient, take your time, wait for the right one. It was the best advice I had and the last thing I wanted to hear, but I waited. Halfway through that first year, I was invited by a friend to a traditional Thai wedding. I was not going to miss the opportunity of immersing myself into a culture that seemed to hold me at arms length and soon found myself surrounded by the mesmerizing sights, sounds and scents of a Thai wedding. A dizzying array of beautiful food and women, friendly smiles and a welcoming feel that lives with me to this day. And there, right at the back, seeking solitude and eschewing attention, she sat. Whilst the empty chairs around her hinted at loneliness, she had turned her side to the festivities and was busily feeding scraps from the abandoned plates to a stray dog. I stared at her profile without the fear of being caught staring. Her long silky hair hid too much of her face, but something had meant I could not turn away, not even to feast my eyes on the other beauties. She turned back to face the wedding with the neutral expression one has when they know they are not being watched and rested her chin on her fist. She looked young, frustratingly too young for me, but I could not move my stare from her dark, pretty eyes that were tinged with an unknown disappointment. A light breeze was blowing wisps of her long hair across her face and I watched as she girlishly wound them around her finger. Then she caught me. I glanced hurriedly away and when I dared to look back, her eyes met mine again. She is gorgeous, I whispered to myself. But was she looking at me out of interest or to merely check whether I was still staring? That second, smileless glance is always so annoyingly unreadable. The wedding festivities were fading and chairs were not being returned to, I knew I had to act fast and I acted too fast. Everything about my approach was clumsy and I soon found myself leaning on the edge of her table. Her face lifted and ankara travesti her beautifully mysterious, almond eyes met mine. I hadn’t thought what to say and my mind fumbled for the words. I nodded awkwardly at her and she returned my nod with a graceful ‘wai’, palms flattened and head briefly bowed. ‘Hi, how you doing? Look a bit lonely there? Can I join you?’ The words tumbling out, my hand waving at the empty chairs. ‘Sorry I don’t speak English’, she smiled, briefly, but long enough to see how pretty she was when she smiled, how innocent and pure that smile was. But a welcoming smile it was not and I was left without anything to cling onto. She had already turned to her returning friends, who glanced suspiciously at me. As she rose I noticed how petite she was. The looseness of her pink summer dress betrayed her, as the breeze wrapped it snugly against her, briefly illuminating how firm her little tits were and how slim her hips were. Her hand reached behind her to clasp her dress against her thigh and prevent it being blown higher and the way it clung to her bottom offered a teasing glimpse of just how wonderfully firm her little ass was. Yet as she walked away, so did my hope of seeing her again and I stared after her, until, as she stepped into a taxi, she turned and her eyes found mine. Then she was gone. For several days I was left without hope, the friend who invited claimed not to know her, but I persisted. Be patient, take your time. Anyway, plenty more fish in the sea. But I wanted her, badly and I was not going to give up. I asked a girl I had befriended at work to help and finally she traced her. I found out her name was May, she was 18yo and studying traditional Thai music at university. She came from a fairly wealthy background and was in a relationship with a long term Thai boyfriend, although it seemed to be failing. And most annoyingly of all, she was educated in an international school and spoke good English. Again, my hopes appeared to be fading, but then, through the same contact, I found she was due to play at an exhibition at her university. It was to prove the breakthrough I needed. I knew I had to persist, but I also knew over persistence is stalking and I was treading a thin rope between the two. I went to the exhibition and sat through a series of performances with ever decreasing hope. Yet finally my persistence paid off. I didn’t recognize her Thai name, Chaisee (meaning innocence) when it was announced, but I recognized her instantly. She looked even tinier, so fragile, as she emerged shy and alone onto the big stage. She was wearing a sparkly traditional costume, greeted the crowd with the traditional ‘wai’ then sat cross legged and performed. I wanted to shout out, stand up, get her attention, but of course I didn’t. I sat and urged her to look up, but she didn’t. She stood, bowed then smiled, and looked suddenly awkward as she was driven by her shyness off the stage. I looked through the programme and circled her Thai name and it was to be the moment when my luck changed. I contacted her university, told them I had attended the exhibition and was researching the instrument she played, the ‘kim solo’ and having been struck by her performance, I wondered if I might interview her. Her tutor replied that he would ask her and a day later had set up an appointment with her at the campus. I had learnt by then that appearances meant everything in Thailand and a few days later I sat waiting for her in travesti ankara the university canteen, wearing my office suit. When she arrived, with her tutor, I was initially disappointed that she wasn’t wearing her university uniform, but then what she was wearing, tight jeans and a white t shirt, revealed the full pertness of her young, taut body. It stretched teasingly over her firm, little tits and when she stood, proved that her ass was indeed extremely sexy. She hadn’t recognized me from the wedding, and I wasn’t going to remind her and I feigned interest in traditional instruments, looking for a way to engage her in more general conversation. I loved her mysterious Thai eyes, that smiled when she did, offering a hint of submission in her shy glances. My desire for her was compounded by her teenage, coquettish mannerisms.She would let her hair slant over her eyes and peer upwards, she would chew on strands of her hair and giggle cutely at my mispronunciations. I pleaded ignorance to my location and when she drew me a map, she sucked on the pencil, absent mindedly easing the pencil in and out of her pursed lips. I watched in silence and when she looked up, I had no idea what was on her mind, but there was only one thing on mine, fucking that sweet young mouth. I persuaded her to show me where the nearest station was and we walked together along the street. I felt protective of her, she was so innocent, so sweet and I couldn’t take my eyes off her cute little denim clad ass as she walked in front of me. We stopped and she pointed towards the BTS station. I thanked her and asked her if I could buy her a drink at the Starbucks opposite. She bit her lip and looked slowly up at me with those sweet eyes, smiled and shook her head, but indecision coursed through her, I could tell. ‘I would like to contact you again, May’, I said, making it sound as casual as I could. She paused, the indecision at least showing me there was hope, even if it was only a glimmer. ‘Ok, what’s your number?’ I gave her my number and she tapped it into her phone and put it away, without giving me hers. My hopes, once more, and I watched her slim figure until it was swallowed up by the crowded pavements. I didn’t know when, or if, I would see her again. The evening was spent staring at my lifeless phone, until finally, it buzzed message received. A simple ‘hi’, but it gave me both her number and renewed hope that she wanted to see me again. She had trusted me, at least to have her number. I had sensed she would, after all we had talked, laughed and smiled more than I had expected. She was flattered by my interest and praise in her performance, but did not yet seem to realize how much I wanted to take her jeans down. I had to tread carefully, be patient, take your time. I didn’t, I couldn’t! The next evening I invited her to the cinema, and that and an invitation to dinner, were both rejected. I needed help and my friend advised that because of her traditional Thai background, she would be hesitant to accompany me on anything that sounded like a date at this stage. It seemed painfully old fashioned, but it also seemed my only hope, and it worked. A week later she was with her friends at the bowling alley, whilst I was with a few of mine on the adjacent alley. ‘She is really cute’, my friend observed, studying her in her long skirt and loose shirt, surely worn to prevent encouraging my eyes to her body. It didn’t work. ‘I think she’s a virgin’. He added, ankara travestiler both of us staring at her, both of us no doubt having the same lascivious thoughts. ‘No chance’, I replied confidently, ‘she had a Thai boyfriend for a few years’. ‘That doesn’t mean anything here. Most traditional girls will want to stay a virgin until they are married.’ He glanced at me, ‘You might have a long wait, hope you have the patience! That, or marry her!’ I didn’t care, I just knew I had to see her and be with her. I couldn’t stop thinking about her. Sporadically, she left her friends and appeared beside me. She was far more animated, chatty and giggly than when we had met at her university canteen. Despite the fourteen year gap in our ages, despite our differing cultures, our inability to communicate as we wanted to and our different sizes, it was becoming clear that we really gelled. She giggled at my jokes, made fun of my attempts to speak Thai and spoke a little of her background, her university and her family. And now and again, our eyes would meet and linger undeniably. I knew when she left, I would see her again. A week later I did, only this time she was with only one of her friends. We ate lunch and her friend became steadily obsolete, ensconced in her own private world of her smartphone. Once again we talked easily, widening our knowledge of each other and for the first time, she asked questions about me, my past, my family. Yet it was at risk of becoming a platonic friendship and somehow I needed to move towards the direction I wanted it to go. The next time we met for lunch, she was on her lunch break from university, accompanied by a different friend. When she sat down opposite me, in her university uniform, I found it impossible not to show my insatiable hunger for her teenage body. I drank in the sight through snatched stares. Her long, black hair flowing silkily over the crispness of her white shirt. The whiteness of her shirt making her golden brown skin tone appear darker and the formality of the tightly buttoned shirt offered no clue as to what lay beneath, other than the visible white straps of her bra. Her black skirt clung tightly to her firm ass, but at knee length, was worn longer than most. Nevertheless when she sat on the plastic stool at the noodle stall she had chosen, her skirt rose alarmingly, briefly treating me to a teasing glimpse of her taut teenage thighs. How I hungered to part those luscious thighs. She seemed to sense my stares and placed her bag over her lap, crossing and uncrossing her legs beneath it and I had an irrational hatred of that bag. Yet the lunch was reminiscent of a picnic on the motorway. Constantly shouted over and buffeted by passers by, with her friend continually interjecting and conversation impossible, I left only extending my knowledge of her by what she looked like in her university uniform. Neither did I add to that the next time we met, a near silent visit to the cinema, again with her friend in tow. It worsened. Our next meeting, it seemed inaccurate to think of it as date, was a cycling trip around Old Bangkok. Again we were joined by her shadowing friend and whereas I had hoped to see May in her cycling wear, her loose shorts offered little to attract my eyes. By this time my friends were equally divided into those who urged me to stay patient and those who assured me she was taking me for a ride. The doubts were increasing in my mind, I could feel she was interested in me, could feel how well we got on, despite our differences. Yet as much as I enjoyed being with her, I couldn’t sense she was interested in take our friendship to the level I wanted. I felt I was being placed in her eyes somewhere between a foreign ‘friend’ and a language tutor.

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I tossed and turned all night in bed, my nipples sensitive, and my pussy swollen. What in the world was I thinking? Here I was, a respected school teacher charged with the care and safety of children, and I had ended up naked, bent over my desk in my classroom, practically begging a parent to fuck me with his monster chocolate cock! But instead of giving it to me, he left me, leaving directions to be waiting for him the next evening. And I was actually considering it. I considered it when I got dressed this morning, picking out a purple Demi bra that barely held my large breasts in place. I considered it as I skipped the matching thong up over my fleshy thighs, tugging it tightly against my pussy as Jamie had done the previous evening. I considered it as I remembered Jamie’s words to not play with myself and give istanbul travesti myself the release I so needed, and then again all day every time I looked at my desk. Here I was, at the assigned time, bent over my desk wearing nothing but a bra and panties, panting with desire. I was waiting for Jamie, the tall, black, handsome parent of my student to arrive. I was hoping that he would give me what I wanted, his beautiful cock fucking me long and hard. I could feel the tingling of anticipation in my clit as I tried to wiggle my ass, letting the thong rub up against me. All of the sudden I heard him. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Teach. Are you being naughty? I told you not to play with yourself, and here you are. I also told you to be waiting just like you were last night. That meant naked. Although, istanbul travesti I certainly am enjoying the view of that purple thong pulled up into your pale ass cheeks.” Jamie walked around the desk, and I followed him with my eyes, a smile on my face. I could tell his cock was already hard, as it made a tent in the front of the dress pants that he was wearing. I could already smell the scent of him. “A bad little teacher, aren’t you? You need a spanking.” Jamie walked behind me and slapped my left ass cheek. I whimpered with pleasure. He leaned over and kissed me there, and then slapped again. “I’m sorry,” I said, looking over my shoulder. “Oh, You forgot to close the door.” “Teach, I think part of your punishment is leaving that door open. Maybe someone will walk by, they istanbul travesti may have forgotten something. Or maybe the janitor might swing down the hallway pushing his broom. Won’t that be a site for them, the little white teacher bent over the desk crying out for some hard black dick.” I turned red, thinking of what could happen. Jamie began running his fingers down my back, to my ass, and grabbed my thong. He gave it a couple of quick tugs and I forgot all about the open door. “Mmmmm… please…” I moaned. “You like that do you?” Jamie whispered in my ear. He continued to tug on the thong with one hand, and reached around to free my boobs with the other. His lips descended on mine and he kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I could feel his hard cock poking into my leg, and tried to arch myself back to meet it. “Uh uh, teach. You be a good girl.” He let go of the thong, and slapped my ass again. I could feel the juices rush to my pussy. Jamie told me to turn around, and he slid by brastaps down my shoulders, my heavy breasts fell from their support, and Jamie unhooked the bra.

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In the meantime, having watched Giselle swallow every drop of his fertile semen out of the condom, Mobu was aroused and excited more than ever before. He pulled her towards him and kissed her passionately, pushing his tongue into her mouth and wrapping it round hers. Eventually, he pulled away and spoke eagerly to her. “Look, Giselle, maybe you think that I am a jerk and this is for me only a one-night stand. But you are wrong. Now, be honest with me, please. Has this just been a diversion for you, just a way to satisfy your sexual needs for one night only? If so, tell me, and we can end it now.” “But I think maybe there is more to it than that,” he continued. “I know you are married and you do care about your husband, even if he cannot satisfy you sexually. You told me that you have been trying to work and solve your marriage problems, but honestly speaking I do not care about your husband. I feel sorry for him in some ways but I am not his friend. It is my desire to make you mine, Giselle, to conquer you once and for all. Do you understand what I am saying? Mobu wanted to be fair and honest about his intentions. Giselle smiled to hear him speak so earnestly and openly. “Hmm, my African warrior,” she replied. “Your confession can only strengthen my ego, on behalf of women everywhere. Look Mobu, I am happy to hear that you like me and that you loved the sex we had together. And I would be lying if I said that I did not love it as well. To be honest Mobu, I have never felt any sensations like these before, not from my husband or from any of the white men who I had while I was at college in America. But you know and understand this, don’t you, you saw how I felt while we fucked. Never did I feel so well in bed with a man as I felt with you, my black Adonis!”Mobu was pleased to hear her say this, as it confirmed what he had hoped. “Look, my white lover,” he continued. “Believe me if I tell you that I too rarely felt such beautiful sensations with other women, including the other white women who I have conquered. Damn it, Giselle, you drive a man crazy. I rarely had such satisfying sex as with you. Ever since Becca showed me your picture I was attracted to you, in a physical sense. I wanted to have you, to make you mine. I was happy to seduce you in front of your husband, to show him that a black man could take his woman in front of his eyes.” “Well my friend, you need have no fear about that,” smiled Giselle. “You know that my poor husband does not have even 10% of your sexual energy and fire. I have never experienced in bed the feelings and sexual satisfaction that I got from you and your big black python, my African prince.”Mobu was happy to hear these words, and he pulled Giselle down on top of him. It felt so erotic and exciting to feel her big boobs pressing against his chest, her body pushing his huge cock flat between them, stopping it from standing up perpendicular like a flagpole.As they lay together, Mobu thought to himself about his white lover. “Giselle, you are a hell of a woman,” he mused. “You ankara travesti have the power of getting me hard again, no matter how many times I have come inside your body and in your cum-hungry mouth. You were born to fuck and to drain the testicles of men. What a shame your miserable and spineless husband cannot fuck you properly and give you what you need. A fox, like you, is wasted on a wimpish guy like him. I am the only one who can make you feel like a complete woman, and that will be a challenge even for me since you are so insatiably hungry for sex! No, this will not be a one-night stand. I want you to be my regular lover and sexual partner. That you are married does not matter to me. I have already won you from your pathetic husband and I mean to keep you.”All this time Giselle was lying on top of Mobu, staring into his eyes, and pressing her abdomen against his semi-erect penis. This position was very stimulating for him and he felt it coming back to life. Giselle could feel it stirring, and this aroused her excitement also. She began to kiss him hard, voraciously parting his lips with her own, and pushing her tongue into his mouth, seeking out his own tongue. Even as they kissed, Giselle realized she was completely losing control of herself. She felt as if this African man was pulling out of her the wildest part of her mind and soul; as if an African spirit had taken complete control of her mind and her senses. In that moment of lust, she had no thought for anything else: not her husband; not her marriage vows; not what other people might think. She cared for nothing but herself and her sexual bliss.The initial remorse and guilt she had felt at betraying her husband were now turning into adoration and contemplation of a more sexually powerful man. Too much time had she spent with a sexually inadequate and insignificant man; so many emotions and sensations had been denied to her as a woman! Now she was at the point of no return.It would be pointless and vain to pretend that their encounter was a one-night stand. This young African man was her perfect match, the man who brought her to such sublime sensations. She could not waste what Destiny had brought her. ‘What a wonderful time is ahead of me,’ she thought. ‘My sexual happiness and joy are in my own hands at last. I have the right to be happy, and I choose that right.’ She stopped devouring Mobu’s tongue and stared him right in his eyes.“My African stallion,” she said, “You truly surprised this poor white woman with your royal black python. I thought I had already conquered it, but I see it is stirring to life once more, the wicked thing. I will have to take action to tame it again, I can see!”“What the hell do you have in mind, Giselle?” groaned Mobu. “You have already taken everything from me.”“Well, so I thought, but look, your monster is still alive,” scolded Giselle. “I see I will need to take more extreme measures.”She asked Mobu to stand in front of her while she remained seated on the bed. She tied his ankles with travesti ankara a silk foulard she wore, and secured both ends to the heavy wooden legs of the bed, so that the African man was unable to move either forward or back. Then she began once more to fondle and stroke his enormous erect penis. Bending down, she began to kiss around the opening in his bulging helmet. She stuck out her tongue and swirled it around his knob. Then she grasped fiercely and audaciously his enormous penis with both her hands. The African man admired her beautiful white hands wrapped around his big manhood, and was struck not only by the contrast between her white skin and the coal-dark skin of his penis, but also the fact that she couldn’t get her fingers around its enormous girth. He smiled to see Giselle’s wedding ring still on her finger as it circled his huge black penis. It made him feel powerful and in control of her, both sexually and mentally. Various insulting thoughts crossed his mind about Giselle’s husband.’Ah, Francesco,’ he thought, ‘I may be just an African man, but I was born to conquer and fuck all stunning white women like your wife. She belongs to me. I conquered her; I will Africanize her and you will have to watch it happen. You will capitulate and be dismissed. In fact, you have already lost – Giselle is mine now!’While Mobu was lost in these thoughts about having and owning Giselle, the white goddess was about to launch her latest attack on his majestic penis. She previously had cupped his enormous balls, and while she was firmly squeezing them she tried to estimate how much life nectar they still contained.No matter how much semen they contained, she was determined to empty them again. The white woman just wanted to prove and demonstrate to her African stud how much she liked him and how much she wanted to impress him. She thought to herself, ‘My African boy, I want you to remember for ages what this white woman has done to you. How vigorously she sucked your magnificent penis and how implacably she drained your grand testicles! She will dramatically drain them as no white girl ever did, I swear!’Giselle sucked at the top of his penis that was now once more covered by his prepuce. The foreskin enveloped and completely hid the glans, so that not even a small part of it could be seen. Giselle spat saliva onto the head and massaged it with her mouth, with the aim of softening the foreskin enough to let her get her tongue underneath the flap of skin.Her first attempts at hooking Mobu’s foreskin, and her consequent pulling down to expose his glans were not successful because the top part of the foreskin defensively snapped up like a spring and completely covered the glans.Nevertheless, Giselle patiently worked at her task. She knew if she wanted to be successful in her manoeuvre she would have to act just like a snake charmer, who would study her snake and detect its weakness and pursue it to the end, till her prey would fall. So, the stunning white wife poured more and more saliva ankara travestiler onto Mobu’s prepuce, at the point where the foreskin curls and closes over the glans, so that even Mobu’s dry skin could not absorb it all. At last, her saliva had the effect of softening his flap of skin, which revealed a small opening on the top of the glans. She then pushed her tongue into the opening, forcing the skin apart. All this time she kept grasping in her firm hands the shaft of her African man’s penis. She realised that by squeezing his shaft as hard as she could, she forced the penis head to swell so much that it, in turn, caused the foreskin to slide down, revealing the magnificent head of Mobu’s penis. It was like a banana which shows its fruit when you peel it.Giselle felt triumphant and radiant. She knew she had won the challenge against that African python, now that his bare cock-head was exposed in all its glory. “Well, it appears that one again this white girl has taught this African boy to be respectful and how to act properly in front of a girl. He was impertinent but as we can see this white woman has taught him that it is rude not to take his hat off in the presence of a lady!”Mobu was so lost in his lust that he did not mind being teased like that. He was just panting. Giselle, however, knew that it was only the beginning and there was much more to do with his cock. She kept grasping it in her hands and admired the magnificent shaft in all his regal glory. She decided to place her lips over the top of his glans as if she was kissing the upper part of a banana. Her sensual lips only just engulfed the upper part of the head, leaving the remaining part of it uncovered. She started applying a resolute sucking motion on the upper part of the glans just around the meatus. Seeing this was tremendously erotic for Mobu. He could see a beautiful white woman who avidly, with extreme concentration and calm, was sucking the tip of his penis, which she held in her hands, almost as if she was playing a black ebony trumpet. Although Giselle was not an expert at fellatio, she was a fast learner and knew that in the sex department every woman must follow her instinct. And by following her instinct she worked out which was the most sensitive part of Mobu’s glans, in other words, the upper area of his smooth penis head. She concentrated her efforts there, letting her lascivious and sensual lips engulf and capture the African man’s cock-helmet. Then she started sucking, first delicately, then more and more powerfully. Mobu observed the extreme concentration and determination of the white woman, by which she performed that erotic and intimate act. Giselle now knew how to suck the soul out of that ebony knight. By meeting Mobu she realized that the two of them had one thing in common; they were both dedicated to the quest for sexual satisfaction, and were born to achieve it!Unlike Francesco, Mobu was a man who could fully satisfy her as a woman. She had never before felt the emotions she experienced with that African boy. She thought that Becca’s plan was devilish and probably not ethically fair towards her husband, but she was young and stunning, and if her marriage could not satisfy her sexual and emotional needs, then surely she was not wrong to seek satisfaction elsewhere?

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My name is Sabrina, Jay’s daughter. I’m twenty years old, and I’ve always been daddy’s girl. I think that’s why my mother may have been jealous of me as I was growing up. My dad always had time for me, no matter what was going on. I loved sports following in his footsteps, being athletic and active. Mom, on the other hand, sort of put up with us. I didn’t realize the rift between us until I went off to college. When I would call home, Mom might answer, say hello, then pass me off to Dad. I’d bring laundry back, and Mom would make up excuses not to do it. Don’t all moms do their kid’s laundry when you dump it on them?When I’d come home, I could always count on Dad to take me out running. It’s something we shared that Mom declined to participate in. I used that time with him to tell him all my problems and frustrations with college. He’d coached me as much as he could through all my sports activities, bringing me up when I was down. I could always rely on him to help me resolve any issues I’d had with just about anything, Mom, not at all.I guess maybe that’s part of the reason I never had a boyfriend during high school. My dad was always there, probably intimidating any boys from asking me out. I tended to gravitate more to the older girls in school; maybe it was because Mom was not really a part of my life. I was missing that maternal figure. I enjoyed hanging out with them more than the boys who always seemed to be fawning over me. I did develop early, I guess, and was as tall as most of the boys. I just wasn’t that interested in them.I did notice this past year, my mother growing colder towards us. I’d invite her for ‘moms weekend’ at the university, and she’d find some excuse not to come. The same thing happened with the volleyball games I got tickets to. Dad would show up sans Mom, again for some absurd reason. I asked Dad what was going on; he’d just shrug his shoulders and tell me he had no clue.My visits home this year were almost the same as the previous year. I did start coming home more often in October to run with Dad and his new friend, Tanika. I could sense Dad was looking forward to running this year more than any other. Tanika was close to my age, beautiful, African-American, tall like me, athletic, and smart. I think if Dad weren’t married, they might have a ‘thing’ going. I liked her too. Since Dad had to maintain a slower steady pace for the group, Tanika and I would take off ahead of him, gabbing away on all sorts of subjects.My running visits weren’t as frequent as I’d have liked them to be, so I began keeping in touch with Tanika on social media or via email. I was already emailing Dad, so half the time, I included him when something was going on, or I was coming home. I did manage to run a half marathon with Dad and Tanika in November. It confirmed how well Nika and I got along, sharing a room and running together, utterly unaware of how well we were doing.A few weeks before Spring break, Dad asked me if I wanted to do a destination run with him. It would be the first weekend of the break. I told him I’d love to, and I wasn’t going to do anything istanbul travesti special, maybe hang out with Tanika some. I’d already done a half marathon with him and Tanika back in November. I got to know Tanika a little on that trip. This one, I was going to get to know her a lot better.About two weeks later, he messaged me asking would I mind if Tanika came along. She and I would stay in the room he’d reserved for me. My heart skipped a beat as I replied that I didn’t mind at all. His reply was a ‘thumbs up’ emoji, which made me giggle. Dad is a bit of a Luddite.Oh, I should let you in on a little secret. I’m bisexual. I haven’t told my parents because it isn’t any of their business. But, this would give me a chance to pick Tanika’s brain as to her preferences intimately. I think she has a thing for Dad because of the way she’s talked about him during our runs. Maybe she could have a thing for me too.I was excited to get away from school and to spend the weekend with Dad and Tanika. When I got home before our trip, Mom was her usual self, dry, and unemotional. I wondered if she wasn’t depressed. Mom had been like that for most of my life; if she were, how did she and Dad not recognize it?I had all my things ready to go when Dad got home early from work. We told Mom good-bye then went to Tanika’s to pick her up. The drive to the race seemed to flash by as Tanika, and I caught up on celebrity gossip and a few other things dad didn’t follow.The hotel Dad picked was reasonably close to the course, bib pick-up was Saturday, so we unpacked and walked around some before dinner. Dad isn’t into bars or clubs, so it was easy leaving him to read or whatever while Tanika and I went out for drinks and some dancing. We didn’t get all dressed up, preferring to stay casual since we weren’t looking to be picked up or do any pick-ups ourselves.I have a fake ID just in case someone asks for it when I’m out. This night neither of us got carded; in fact, we didn’t buy a single drink. Two sweet looking girls together are prime targets for those who are looking to score. We passed on a few bought drinks and accepted ones with those we wanted to dance with. We never accepted one that wasn’t brought to us by one of the servers; we’d heard stories about being drugged.Neither of us are partiers, so it was mostly dancing and flirting with guys. There were a couple of girls that looked at us with appreciative smiles. I don’t know if Tanika realized it or not, and if she did, she didn’t say anything. I did dance with one while Tanika was occupied talking with some huge black guy.The girl was propositioning me while we danced. She said her friend was hot for Tanika but was a bit shy about flirting. I politely told her we weren’t interested. She smiled and made a few comments about straight girls being teases. I took it all in stride. She wasn’t my type anyway.I figured if anyone was going to have Tanika this weekend, it was going to be me. Our night ended just before midnight. We walked the two or three blocks back to the hotel, laughing and giggling about istanbul travesti the people we’d met. We were both feeling good, not quite drunk, but a little buzzed.We took turns in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, Tanika went first as I changed into my nightshirt. When she was through, I swapped with her. We were talking the entire time about the race, Dad, and the lack of decent dates on campus. It was funny; she and I had the same lackluster experiences with guys on campus. They were intimidated, too narcissistic, lazy, or too eager to get into our panties. We told each other dating stories, laughing, and belittling the guys in them. Our conversation slowly died as we both sort of ran out of steam. We climbed into bed after hugging each other good-night.I think we held onto each other just a bit longer than normal. Tanika felt good pressing her better than average breasts into mine. I did notice her nipples were showing through her top just before I shut out the light, which brought a smile to my face. I could feel my nipples tingling, wondering if she’d noticed them.I think it was about one in the morning when I got overheated; alcohol does that to me, why? I don’t know. Just one drink will do it, beer, wine, or whatever. So, I kicked the covers off of me, used the bathroom, and got a glass of water. I removed my tee before getting back in bed. Luckily there was some light from the parking lot through the closed curtains; I could make my way to the bathroom without turning on a light and disturbing Tanika. I pushed the bedspread off me, leaving Tanika with all the covers. I pulled the sheet over me then lay facing the ceiling to try and get back to sleep.I felt the bed move as I lay with my eyes closed. Opening them, I turned towards my bedmate. I could make out Tanika facing me her eyes open, looking at me.I smiled, a little tired, whispering, “Hi.”She looked at me, not realizing I was awake. I think I startled her.She whispered back, “Hi, can’t sleep?”I quietly explained the alcohol thing which she understood. She said she had a hard time sleeping in unfamiliar beds. It takes her like three days to acclimate. We lay whispering, both unable to get back to sleep.After a few moments, I yawned; looking into her eyes, I asked, “What do you do when you can’t get back to sleep, Tanika?”I could almost feel her blushing; she thought for a moment making up her mind whether to tell me the truth or make something up.“Just a sec, I need to use the bathroom.”I smiled, hoping she could see me, “Sure.”Flinging the covers off, she went to do her thing. I changed positions, so I was on my side facing her. My head was resting on my hand as I waited anxiously for her. I looked down at my boobs, noticing there was plenty of light to see them. Smiling to myself, I decided to toy with her just to see her reaction.When she slipped back in, she only covered herself with the sheet. Doing a double-take of my boobs, she coughed then matched my pose. Her breasts strained at her nightshirt. I could make out her nipples as we talked.She hesitated again, istanbul travesti “So, Sabrina. I, well. Just between us, I umm. Masturbate.”I smiled, “I do too. It’s nothing to be ashamed about, Tanika. I was going to before you woke up but, I didn’t know how you’d react if you saw me.”She giggled, “I probably would have just laid there listening to you pretending I was asleep. In high school, when we traveled for track meets, I’d room with at least one or two girls. We’d get nervous and not be able to sleep. During the night, I would hear moans and could smell the aroma. You’re safe with me, Sabrina.”I was amazed, “Hey, half the volleyball team is bi or lesbian. I’ve heard it too and done it. Thanks for telling me, Tanika. Can I call you Nika or Nik?”“Of course, Do you have any pet names your friends call you?”I didn’t want to freak her out and tell her what some of the girls I’ve slept with have called me. I just told her Legs, Nina, and Stretch.She thought for a moment, “Is Nina okay?”I purred, “Nina is perfect, Nika.”She giggled, “So, are you? You know. Going to do it now?”I confessed, “I’m wide awake. I will if you will.”“I’m wide awake too. So, this is just masturbating, right? You’ve never ‘helped’ the other girls?”Now we were getting somewhere, and much to my delight, she was somewhat leading the way.“As long as we’re being honest and don’t tell my dad. I have ‘helped’ once or twice. I enjoyed it too. I wouldn’t say I was a lesbian by any means. I hope that doesn’t freak you out.”She paused before replying, “I can see that happening, Nina. We were so confused in high school and afraid of being bullied that even though we knew things happened, we never said anything about it. I have never ‘helped’ though, and it doesn’t freak me out.”I started questioning her limits, “So, if I accidentally touched my leg against yours, you wouldn’t be mad?”“Well, I’d just move. I’m not into girls, Nina. If you are, that’s fine. It would be weird if you touched me, that’s all.”“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, Nika. I’ll just lay here, and eventually, I’ll fall asleep. I don’t want to ruin our friendship.”She smiled, “Thank you. I’ve heard the girls before when I was in high school. I can live with it. I may do it myself when you’re asleep.”I grinned and proposed a solution to our mutual problem, “I just thought since neither of us can sleep and we both do it, why don’t we just do it together and get it over with so we can get back to sleep?”Tanika thought about for a few seconds, “What? Both of us masturbating in the same bed at the same time? Nina, I’ve never. Seriously.”I replied, “We wouldn’t tell anyone, silly. It’s just you and me. No touching. If we can’t sleep, we’re going to be dragging on Sunday. I want to PR this one. It’s okay if you don’t, I’m not going to force you or anything. It just seemed a way to kill two birds with one stone.”I reached down between my legs to start diddling. It wasn’t long before the sweet aroma of lady sex was in the air. Softly moaning, I didn’t immediately reply to Tanika’s questions and concerns. She quickly picked up on why.A few moments of silence followed, then I heard her roll over as I continued playing with myself. As my arousal grew, so did the volume of my moans. I looked over to see her hand over her ear, head buried in her pillow. I knew she could still hear me, so I upped the game by squirming on the bed.

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Joe Robinson did have one pleasant distraction from his mean and cheating wife, Ann. She was a woman at work of a similar age named, Melissa MacDonald, that was pleasantly flirtatious and made Joe feel desired. While it was true that his girlfriend, Chris, made him feel loved and desired, the problem was that she was a couple of hours away, and get didn’t get to meet up with her as often as he needed.So when Melissa was friendly and flirtatious with him every day at work, it worked wonders. She seemed so open about sex in their joking, that it made him wonder if it was a show she put on, or if it was real. Because if it was real, she would be a hot one in bed!If Melissa had been slim, busty, and hot-looking, he would have thought that it was real. But Melissa was just ordinary.She was about five feet-six and somewhere close to forty years of age with brunette hair that Joe thought looked better when she wore it long, and had average looks. Someone you wouldn’t give a second glance to because she blended into the environment. She wore glasses, and that fact didn’t add to her sex appeal. However, it was her body that put most men off, despite her naughty banter and flirty ways.She was what would be described as a BBW. And not a BBW like Joe’s wife, Ann, with her bit of flab around her waist, belly, and ass that made her just a bit thick—was a BBW. No, Melissa was a true BBW with a great big belly that had a couple of rolls of fat that hung down and essentially hid her pussy if you were to view her naked from the front. If you viewed her body from the side, you would see her big belly hanging down in a very big way. Of course, it went without saying that her upper thighs were fat and her ass was big.The one redeeming feature a lot of BBW women have is that their tits are big to match. Some are downright huge, which is an attraction all of its own that makes up for the big fat belly. But not Melissa. Her tits looked quite small on her big body. If she had been skinny, they would have been more than adequate. But on Melissa’s fat-bellied body her saggy C-cup tits looked small, although that perception depended on when and how you saw them. At work, her tits were hardly noticeable when encased in a bra and top and dwarfed by her belly.But Joe had gotten to know her quite well and enjoyed their give and take. She seemed to love to shock him with overtly sexual innuendos, or outright sexual comments.For example, one time when she made a mistake, he jokingly threatened to spank her.“Don’t threaten me with a good time!” would be Melissa’s smiling answer.One morning she told Joe with a grin, “Pardon me, but I’m so sore this morning I can hardly walk. My lover was rough on me last night!”Sharing hints of her personal sex life went above what any other woman in the office would do. It made him nervous due to the company’s sexual harassment policy. He was afraid to engage her in her talk for fear of losing his job. However, she soon put him at ease to the point where he was comfortable in joining her in her sexual banter, though never quite as unreserved about it as he was.She also invented a game she liked to play with Joe, wherein they would guess what their co-workers were like in bed, or speculate on their sexual habits in a very bawdy, un-PC, and humorous way.Melissa would say something like, “Look at Desiree this morning. Look at that hair! I bet she was giving her boyfriend a blowjob and forgot to comb it before she came in today.”Or she would remark, “Can you imagine old Doris from Accounting getting screwed? She would have to count every stroke the guy made just to be sure she got her fair quota. She would probably yell at him if he came before she got her number quota!”Or, “All Teresa would need to do for a facelift is to take off her bra and let those big jugs hang down. That would pull her skin tight!” would be another quip.Whereupon, she would break out with a giggle or a laugh depending on the situation.When a redheaded temp was working in their office, Melissa remarked, “I wonder if the carpet matches the drapes?”As Joe began to say that he would bet it did, Melissa walked away stating, “I removed the carpet and put in a hardwood floor, myself.”And then she gave him a wink and a salacious grin and walked away, leaving him speechless, visualizing her bald pussy.One recent observation revealed even more about her when she was gossiping about one of the manager’s secretaries, Lisa, who had gotten a boob job, “Look, Joe. Skinny little Lisa took two weeks’ vacation and traded in her B-cups for D-cups. She must have found a plastic surgeon from the 1970s because they look like two round balloons. You’d think she’d at least get real-looking boobs.”Joe agreed, “You’re right. Those are obviously fake ones.”“My tits are saggy and aren’t very big, but I don’t have any complaints from the guys. Besides, more than a mouthful is wasted!” Melissa said with a grin and a wink.Then Melissa responded further, “I bet you that Lisa’s husband bought those for her but doesn’t know that she is having an affair. So the poor sucker actually bought them for the boyfriend. I’ve seen it happen a bunch of times. I bet she will be divorced in six months. I’ve seen it happen lots of times.”Presciently, Melissa was right. Lisa was having an affair with her boss. Under the desk blowjobs, hotel hookups, and the whole works. As soon as Lisa got her ducks in a row, she was going to divorce her husband.“I bet you twenty bucks that Lisa is showing off her new tits to any guy that shows a bit of interest. I bet if you asked, she would show them to you. I have seen all this before. For god’s sake, my sister showed my husband her new tits after she had a boob job. She even let him play with them, the little slut!” Melissa told Joe.“Wow! No shit! That is pretty wild,” said Joe, wishing Ann’s sister would show him her tits.Funny thing was, Jack who worked with Lisa, ended up telling Joe how their team all went to the bar after work. Jack complimented Lisa on her tits and when they went out to the parking lot she showed him her new tits and let him play with them and suck them for a minute. After hearing this, Joe walked over to Melissa’s cubicle and handed her a crisp twenty.All Joe could say to her was, “You won. She showed Jack.”One time she noticed Joe adjusting his “package”. She immediately remarked to the embarrassed Joe with a grin, “I’m glad you’ve got a big enough dick to adjust. My husband’s cock is so small I bet he never has to. Sometimes I have to call out a search party to find it. Oh well, there’s no chance it will gag me.”Joe had seen her husband, Randy MacDonald. He was a big ankara travesti guy, a full head taller than Melissa with a big gut as well. They made a rather matching couple in that regard. The fact that his wife would tell people that he had a small dick was a bit humorous. He had seemed every bit as pleasant as his wife and was easy to like.All in all, Melissa was a fun co-worker with an earthy sense of humor, with very direct dirty comments that made this otherwise, ordinary wallflower of a woman rather sexually attractive. She seemed to have no boundaries. Somehow Joe was becoming sexually attracted to this dirty-talking BBW woman. Despite her being fat, she exuded sexual confidence with a capital “C”. She seemed to feel that her sexuality was so overwhelming, no guy would turn her down for a roll in the hay. Joe found that intriguing. He had never had sex with a woman that was built like her and was curious.All his life, Joe had been conditioned by society to desire women who fell somewhere into the spectrum of Playboy models or Hollywood actresses. Ann fell into that category, as well as Christine. But here was a woman that seemed to exude sexuality and naughtiness that didn’t fit the mold. Would she turn him on or off if he saw her naked? She never showed much of her skin at work. Her cleavage wasn’t all that big and she didn’t wear tops that showed it off. Her belly seemed to be what drew the eye first. Her ass was sexy in a big way, especially when she wore yoga pants. Joe loved those days. He did like a big ass from his experience with his wife, although Melissa’s was bigger yet.One day she had to reach up high to grab something off a shelf. Her shirt rode up and exposed her big saggy belly. For some strange reason, instead of being disgusting, it was erotic. He wished he could see more. Seeing that belly hanging below her tits and feeling its softness against his skin…Joe shook himself mentally. What was he thinking? Had his whole ingrained value system changed because of Melissa?Joe had begun to entertain thoughts of screwing Melissa, but that’s all it ever was, a daydream spurred on by his curiosity. But that was about to change.One day, in her usual cheerful and flippant way, Melissa remarked, “My ass is sore this morning!”“Why is that, Melissa? Don’t tell me your hemorrhoids are acting up. Because I don’t want to know,” Joe teased back.“Of course not, you dumbass. It’s because I got fucked hard in the ass last night by my neighbor,” Melissa retorted.Joe was slightly dumbfounded, “Your neighbor? You were having sex with your neighbor? Does Randy know about this affair?”Again Melissa grinned, “You are a dumbass, though a cute one. Of course, Randy knows. Sometimes he even watches. I’m a Hotwife!”“A Hotwife!” Joe stammered, “A Hotwife!” as if saying it twice would clear the astonishment in his mind.“Yes, dumbass. A Hotwife. H-O-T-W-I-F-E. You know, a wife whose husband encourages her to have sex with other men with his knowledge, and sometimes with him watching,” Melissa said, rolling her eyes at the fact that Joe was so ignorant that she had to spell it out.“Here, look at this,” Melissa offered, raising her leg to show Joe her ankle.On her ankle was a gold ankle bracelet that had the word “HOTWIFE” on it—as if that was an affidavit, complete with a Notary stamp and a corroborating video—that completely explained and vouched for the truth of it.“Wow! I never knew. How long have you been doing this?” Joe asked, while pretty much at a loss as to what to say to a woman after a revelation like that.Breezily, Melissa began her explanation, “It started when Randy wanted me to fuck his best friend as he watched. He liked it and I liked it, so pretty soon I was fucking some other friends of his. Then sometimes other guys we met. We met a hot Australian guy on a cruise. My husband enjoyed having him fuck me every day and be his slut. But as for last night, my neighbor is a nice sixty-seven-year-old guy that I fuck on occasion. Last night he asked if he could bring a buddy and they both ended up fucking me in the ass. That’s why I’m so sore today. I should have used more lube.”Joe was still dumbfounded. He had always pictured a Hotwife as a hot-looking woman. At least as good-looking as Ann or Chris. That is what all the Hotwives in porn seemed to be. The idea that a fat-bellied, plain Jane girl with small tits like Melissa could be a Hotwife was something he never considered. Not that he didn’t know already how much she liked sex and how free and easy she was about it. It’s just that you didn’t picture such ordinary people like Melissa and Randy being involved in something like this.It was a bit of kismet that Melissa’s husband, Randy, had recently approached Big Al Price when they met in a job-related deal and had told him that his wife was a Hotwife and that they were looking for some people to swing with. Then he showed Big Al a picture of Melissa. Seeing Melissa, Al, like Joe just now, dismissed the idea that she was a Hotwife. She just didn’t look the part of him, either. So, although he brought them up as possible swingers, he had major doubts that it was more than just posing. [See: “Interracial Four-Way With The Jones’”]“I gotta go now, Joe, but how about meeting me in the bar after work and we’ll talk about this some more?” Melissa said as she was getting up.Joe couldn’t wait to finish this conversation after work! He noticed that his cock was quite hard at this moment. “Wow” was his only thought.After lunch, Joe got a text from Melissa. It was a selfie of her tits! The pic must have been taken sometime earlier because it was taken in her bathroom, probably before or after a shower. It showed just her tits which were hanging down, splayed outward in an inverted Y-shape, pointing to seven and five-o’-clock. The nipples and aureoles were pink. They were nicer than he imagined and immediately wanted to suck and play with them.Another text from Melissa appeared. It was another pic. This time it showed Melissa sucking a cock, taken from above by the guy. She had just part of his glans in her mouth and was sucking it while looking up at him. Her eyes were turned upward, and looking very submissive.The text message that accompanied the pic read: “See, I AM a Hotwife.”Joe and Melissa walked to the local bar. It wasn’t very fancy and mainly catered to the after-work happy hour crowd from around the area, but they found a booth and ordered a beer for each of them. They had to be discreet because some of the clientele were co-workers. Joe could hardly wait to ask Melissa more questions.After their beers came, Melissa said, “How did you travesti ankara like my pics, Joe?”“Oh my god! They were so hot!” Joe gushed, then continued, “I like your tits. I would have never guessed that they are so nice! And that pic of you giving a blowjob was hot!”“See, I told you I was a Hotwife. I’m glad you liked the pics. I have more that I can share with you if you want, sometimes,” Melissa told Joe.“Oh god yes! I’d love to see more of your pics,” Joe told her.“I bet you’d like a blowjob too, wouldn’t you?” Melissa asked with a conspiratorial smirk on her face.“I don’t think I’d have a problem with that,” Joe replied.“What about your wife, Ann? Won’t she be upset?” Melissa teased.“Ann and I don’t get along, so why should I care? Besides, she is out fucking around on me with different guys all the time. Why shouldn’t I be able to do the same?” Joe told Melissa.“What do you say we get outta here and take care of that,” Melissa suggested.With that, Joe and Melissa left and walked back to the office parking lot. Melissa suggested they move their cars to the very back of the, mostly deserted, lot. Once they were repositioned, Melissa climbed in the passenger side of the back seat of Joe’s four-door pickup truck. They wasted no time in hugging each other’s bodies and having their first kiss.Melissa’s ripe, soft body felt good in Joe’s arms, and there was no doubt that she was a passionate kisser. There was magic in kissing someone for the first time that you knew so well and had come to want to have sex with. But with glittering eyes, Melissa reached down and began to rub and fondle Joe’s cock through his pants. Joe, in return, moved his head down to Melissa’s tit and fondled it through her top and bra, picturing what it looked like from her text pics.But Melissa wasn’t there for her pleasure, she was there to show her co-worker that she really was a hot, sexy Hotwife. Therefore she wasted no time in unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. Then she began to work it with her hand, making it grow big and hard.Joe, however, wasn’t satisfied with this arrangement. He wanted his balls played with as well. Breaking away slightly, he undid his belt and slide his pants and underwear down to his ankles, glancing around the parking lot to make sure they were still alone and unobserved.“Mmm, that’s a nice cock, Joe, and nice balls too. Much bigger than my hubby’s. If I would have known what a nice cock you have, I should have seduced you a long time ago. I bet your cock would feel good fucking a girl’s pussy!” Melissa commented with a smile.Then she continued, “Why don’t you just relax and imagine your cock screwing my hot snatch while I take care of him.”With that, Melissa leaned over and put Joe’s dick in her mouth while her hand cupped his balls. Her hot, wet mouth and lips felt amazing as they took his tumescent cock into it. She wasted no time going deep on it, as if to show him her deep-throat skills, then she backed off until all she was doing was licking the head as she fondled his balls.They had maneuvered so that Joe was sprawled against the corner of the back seat which gave Melissa more access to his balls. She began to alternate between his balls and grasping and jacking his shaft with her hand, as her tongue danced on his glans. Then she switched and began to take his cock into her mouth earnestly, speeding up the pace. There was no doubt she was an accomplished cocksucker.Coming up for air, Melissa asked Joe, “How do you like the way I suck your dick?”“Oh god, Melissa, you could do this to me every day. I love the way you suck my cock,” Joe replied.“Hmm…maybe we’ll just have to arrange that, Joe. A girl needs a daily dose of protein, doesn’t she? Why should Lisa and what’s-his-name be the only ones, doing this” Melissa quipped.“I’d love that, Melissa, but right now I need you to finish me off!” Joe asked, feeling the need to cum.With that, a big smile on Melissa’s part, she once again began to suck Joe’s cock like a pro. Without a doubt, Melissa put a lot of effort and nuance into it. There was no doubt that the other guys she sucked off had to love it. Joe thought her sixty-seven-year-old neighbor was a lucky son-of-a-bitch! And here he was, getting a blowjob in the company parking lot for crying out loud!Laying back, he felt the pleasure welling up from his balls, which Melissa was once again fondling when he felt her run her finger past his balls until it touched his asshole! This was a new and unexpected thing. Sure he had done the same to Christine when he was eating her pussy—shoving his finger into her asshole, but this was unexpected as a guy.Sure enough, Melissa began to work her finger into his ass as she was sucking his dick. Joe was amazed that she had this kind of kinky skill. It was both shocking and powerfully erotic. Therefore, it wasn’t long before he felt himself cumming in a big way.“Oh god, Melissa, I’m gonna cum,” Joe warned, “Fuck it feels sooo good! UHH, UHH, OH GODDAMN!!”Melissa kept her mouth on Joe’s cock like a trouper, working it furiously as if Joe’s life depended on her sucking out the white poison. She felt his cock throb in her mouth and felt his cum shoot out, hitting the back of her mouth and throat, the slimy saltiness taking over her taste buds. This was the moment she loved, the climax, the enjoyment and satisfaction of making a man cum hard in her mouth by using her skills on him. To see the happy look on his face when she was finished.Melissa had developed this skill young. In high school, she found out that by talking dirty to the guys and giving blowjobs freely, even the cute guys treated her well. Back then she was only slightly chubby, really just some baby fat. Her tits were very small and she was just the plain girl wearing glasses with not much style in the way she dressed. Her family didn’t have a lot of money either. But sucking cock brought her attention. Sure, the big jock might not ask her to the dance, but he certainly paid attention to her behind the bleachers, or in his car, or some other secluded spot when she was sucking his cock to within an inch of his life—whereas his cheerleader girlfriend would turn up her nose as such a thing. Her yearbook was full of oblique references from the guys referring to her oral skills.Back then, she hadn’t learned to swallow or enjoy the varying taste of an individual’s cum. It wasn’t until she was married that she mastered that. Melissa prided herself on being a connoisseur of cum; comparing and evaluating the different nuances of taste of every guy she blew. And Joe’s cum was pretty tasty, with a rather strong saltiness.Removing ankara travestiler her finger from Joe’s butt hole, Melissa looked up at Joe, opening her mouth and showing him her mouthful of cum. It so reminded Joe of the hot night that his best friend fucked his wife and afterward, she shared his cum snowball with him, that he pulled Melissa up to his face and kissed her, sticking his tongue in her mouth, tasting and sharing his cum [See: “Night of the Cuck, Day of the Bi – Tom Visits the Robinsons”].Breaking the long snowball kiss, and with cum on both of their lips now, Melissa remarked with bright eyes, “You really are kinky, Joe. I like it! I think you and I are going to get along very well! The question is—when are we going to fuck?”“I can guarantee you after a blowjob like this that I want to fuck you as soon as possible. I just want it to be good when we do, not a quickie in a car or something. I’ll have to figure out when I can sneak away from Ann and hopefully you can get away too,” Joe told her, assessing the situation.Melissa answered back, “Well, I can tell you that it isn’t too hard for me to get away. Remember, I’m a Hotwife. Randy would love to have me meet you at a motel or someplace and fuck you, then come home and tell him about it. Maybe take some pictures of us too. Or, you could come to my place and fuck me right there. At least if you don’t mind Randy watching us.”“What does he do when he watches you fuck another guy?” Joe asked, remembering his experience jacking off watching Tom fuck Ann.“Oh, he likes to jerk off when he watches me. If the guy will let him, he likes to take pictures. Sometimes when we are all in the mood, he joins in. I’ll suck his cock when I’m getting screwed. He likes to clean up my pussy afterward. Randy loves a good creampie. If the guy is okay with it, he’ll clean up his dick too. He loves sucking the dick that has just fucked me,” Melissa elaborated.Joe thought about his own experience in cleaning up Ann’s pussy after his best friend, Tom, had just fucked it and decided that Randy sounded like a fun guy if he liked that as well. Joe was no stranger to getting his cock sucked by a guy either.“I could deal with that. I don’t think I’d have a problem with Randy doing any and all of those things. But I would like to fuck you first, alone. Just you, no distractions,” Joe told her.By now Melissa was feeling the excitement she always had before she had a new sex partner. And Joe was as good as it gets. She had real feelings for him, besides her usual sexual ones. She could hardly tear herself away from him now. Feeling good, she once again began to kiss him.Joe responded by feeling up her body. Her blouse had become untucked and he pushed his hand under it, feeling the softness of her belly as he put his hand up to her bra. Melissa reached down her shirt and pulled her bra up over her tit, allowing Joe to feel the shape and softness of it. Then he worked his fingers on her nipple, which made her moan softly.In senior year of high school, Melissa had allowed boys that were especially nice to her to feel and suck her tits. It always made her feel so hot! Most guys weren’t interested in them, because at that age, the idea of big tits was all they could think of. And girls that had matured to have big tits seemed more desirable to them. But there were some boys who enjoyed Melissa’s smallish tits—and Melissa certainly enjoyed them sucking and playing with hers. Of course, her tits eventually grew to where they were today, but her body and belly grew too, so they still looked proportionally small.But, oh my god! How good it felt to have Joe excite her nipples! He seemed to really enjoy her breasts, and she was glad he liked them. She had been interested in Joe for a long time. He was easy-going and funny. Although it took him a while to get the courage to ignore the Sexual Harassment Guidelines enough to fully engage in her sexual banter. She had been working on him for a long time to get him to this point. And now Melissa realized that her fantasy of fucking Joe was close to coming true. Once she sucked his cock, she knew she had him.Their kissing and his fondling of her tits felt so good neither one of them wanted it to stop. Even when a few late-working co-workers came into the parking and got in their cars to go home, they didn’t stop but just slouched lower in their seat. Finally, after each expressed they had to leave a half-dozen times before, they broke their embrace, adjusted their clothing, and left after a final kiss.The next day was interesting. When they looked at each other, there was a certain gleam in their eyes. There was also more casual (and hard for others to observe) touching of their bodies. Each was craving the other, but the multitude of eyes on them in the office made that hard. Discretion was paramount. Yet this very denial seemed to heighten their craving for each other.When their coffee break arrived, Melissa said, “Follow me.”She led Joe up a story to an old conference room/office space that was now relegated to the storage of items like desks, chairs, and dividers. It was a place where they weren’t likely to be disturbed. Yet that risk still was omnipresent. Strategically moving a couple of dividers and placing a couple of chairs in a back corner gave them some privacy.Once everything was in place, Joe and Melissa began to kiss. Joe’s hand went instinctively to her ass and up the back of her blouse, feeling the bare skin of her back. While not explicitly an erogenous zone, Joe loved the feel of her bare skin on his hand. He also loved the feel of her ample ass. The fact that both of them were married to other people and that they were conducting an illicit liaison during office hours, which in itself was a violation of company rules, made this tryst extra exciting. As was the fact that they ran the risk of being caught.It was about to get more exciting. Melissa pushed Joe into the swivel chair and knelt down in front of him, unzipping his trousers and freeing his semi-hard dick. Joe sat back while Melissa began to work her mouth magic on his cock. Time was limited so she went right to work on it with her mouth, holding his cock by her encircling fingers at the base as she moved her mouth up and down on the shaft. This time there was little of the teasing foreplay, rather she worked it with vigor, using her tongue creatively as she mouthed his shaft.It felt absolutely amazing, just like it did the night before. At first, Joe had a hard time getting going because he was worried about the risk of getting caught. But her oral ministrations so had his mind solely fixed on the pleasure at hand. Just looking into Melissa’s eyes, eyes that she kept fixed on his, was erotic. She was obviously and expertly giving him her all. And sure enough, the intense sexual feelings of exhilaration soon welled up from his balls to his shaft and outwards in his groin.

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Second semester of senior year began with an eight-month work placement. I landed work at a TV station where I’d spend three full days a week in an editing studio working on various projects, one day a week working on a couple live shows for three hours, and one day in the classroom. I was looking forward to having that class end in April to free up some time to enjoy summer. However, I really enjoyed this TV stuff at the time… The women were split in three parts: twenty-somethings working either part-time or interning. Thirty-somethings that either hated being single or hated their relationship and wanted to fuck around, and forty-plus people who loved to flirt with younger guys. Welcome to entertainment industry. My second week on the job I got to know a part-timer who graduated the previous April. istanbul travesti Her name was Nadia, and she was this attractive girl with an Indian background (grandparents were from India). 5″7, great DD breasts and curves in the right places. Her backside was round, and that was enough of a background for me to enjoy. Thing was, she’d come visit my studio from time to time pretending she was waiting for someone. After the second time I realized she was into me. I was ready to make a play on that. She’d work on the live shows so we only worked side-by-side once a week. I decided I’d try to lure her to my studio after a live show. Only I didn’t have to work too hard to accomplish that… “Hey Dean, can I check something on your computer? I need to check my email.” “Sure thing.” istanbul travesti This was early 2006, and not everyone had email on their phones. Heck, I didn’t have Facebook at this point. However, she just sat in my chair and didn’t bother checking her email which was a sign. “Hey Nadia I need to render one of the live shows for weekend replay. Let me show you the process. It’s real simple.” Truth was I already rendered it. “This will take forty-five minutes. Now I sit here and try to kill time somehow.” “Well good thing I’m keeping you company.” She winked at me and moved her head closer to mine. “Best company I could ever ask for.” She was touched by the compliment, and I just went in for the kiss. She embraced it by sliding her tongue inside my mouth. We started making istanbul travesti out, and I got us to stand up so I could reach for the door. I had a lock on it, and I didn’t want to be disturbed. Thankfully, the studio had insulation and no windows. I had my hands outside her pants rubbing her vagina. She stopped me. “I’m on my period.” Immediately she slid her hands down my pants, unbuckling my belt and unzipping my pants. She started stroking my fully hard cock while we kissed and tongued each other. She had some magic hands, pumping with some aggression and tenderness simultaneously. This went on for a good ten minutes before she slowly made her way down. Just as I thought, she was going to suck my cock she pulled back. Then she came forward again as if she was about to lick my shaft and she pulled back again, and stood right back up to kiss me. That second tease pushed me over the edge, and I spurted ropes of cum all over my black desk. It looked as if I spilled a carton of milk. “Wow you came a lot!” No shit. A few days later, I was working late, and she came into the studio once again.

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“Okay you can go back and sit at your desk now, but no clothes… I want to see my little office slut. And keep that vibrator in place to remind you of what you are for me. I want that pussy to stay wet, you never know when it will be called into service again,” he instructed. It was a good thing my desk was inside his office, because walking out into the rest of the office this way would have been mortifying. I blushed and meekly replied, “Yes Sir,” and rolled my chair back to my desk. I guess I was back at my desk for maybe a half hour, I don’t know. I was sitting there, typing away, when he called me again. I had just found a reasonably comfortable way to sit on the vibrator still stuffed up inside me when he called me over. “Under my desk, Julie, I have a meeting in here and I can’t have a naked slut sitting in here with a dildo shoved up her dripping cunt. So get under my desk and I don’t want a peep out of you. If I hear anything from you I will punish you severely, understand?” he said, menacingly. “Yes, Sir,” I said, and obediently crawled under the desk. It was actually quite spacious under there and I had room to turn around and even lay down if I stayed curled up. “Now, no matter what happens, I don’t want a sound from you,” he reminded me. He put his hand on my head and I nodded, indicatIng that I understood. A few minutes later, I heard people walk in and Sir stand up to greet them. While I couldn’t clearly hear what they were saying, I could hear the muffled mumblings of conversation. He sat back down in his seat and quietly patted his thigh. That was my signal and I immediately scooted closer and went to work, slowly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, taking great pains not to make a single sound. I tucked the buckle end of his belt inside his pants a bit so it wouldn’t jingle as I worked, and fished his beautiful cock out of his pants. One of the amazing things about Mr. Blackwell is that he had amazing recovery abilities. Even having had a tremendous cum only forty-five minutes ago, he was ready once again! Once I had pulled his semi-erect cock from his pants, I started stroking the beautiful member. I admired the soft, silky texture, the size of his cock and the bumps and ridges that felt so good rubbing against the inside porno hikayeler walls of my pussy. I pushed my nose up against his balls and breathed him in. I love the smell of him down there, the musky sweat smell is so erotic – the smell alone can make me wet! His wonderful scent had my head swimming and I couldn’t believe how turned on I was already. I licked the underside of his sack and sucked his balls, one at a time, into my mouth, licking and sucking on them, pulling them gently with my mouth and bathing each one in lavish, loving attention. I slowly licked at his perineum for a few moments because I knew he liked that, then worked my way up the shaft of his hard cock, licking him like a child would lick a popsickle. I twirled my tongue around the swollen head and licked the cap. I probed at the tiny slit with the tip of my tongue and scooped up the tiny drop of pre-cum that had gathered there. I pulled his pants down further as he raised ever so slightly off his chair. Pushing them down close to his ankles allowed him to spread his legs further apart, granting me better access. It also allowed me to cup and massage his large balls as I bobbed up and down on his sweet cock. His cock tasted so good. I loved the feel of him in my mouth. I took his cock deep, shoving the hard, thick pole down my throat. I wanted him all and I worked to push as deep as I could get him. I’m still not really good at this deepthroat thing, but I was trying. Plus, he’s huge in both length and girth – I’ve never seen a cock as big as his! Happily sucking away at him, I wished I could moan around his cock and show him how much I loved this. But we had company and I was to be silent. Still, my lust was getting the better of me; I hoped this meeting wouldn’t last much longer. I wanted to moan, I wanted to scream out my pleasure and tell Sir how much I loved serving – and servicing – him. I know he loves it when I use my words too. When I tell him I am his slut and his whore. When I beg for him to fuck me or to cum. Oh God, thinking about it was driving me crazy. Pulling him out of my mouth, I moved a bit closer and leaned towards him, putting his cock between my tits. I began rubbing up and down his meaty pole, giving him a nice tittyjob. I know he likes seks hikayeleri it when I fuck his cock with my big tits and lick the head when his cock pops up between my boobs. I heard a drawer open up and then I saw his hand drop below the tabletop. He had the remote in his hand! Oh God, he started up the vibrator still shoved deep in my pussy. Instantly the vibrator began its evil work on me, sending waves of pleasure through my pussy and straight to my brain. To keep me from screaming out my joy, I gobbled down his cock once more, thanking him for giving me such pleasure. I bobbed up and down on his cock, trying to focus my attention on pleasing him instead of what was going on in my own pussy. I felt his cock swell and his balls draw up and I knew he was about to cum. I massaged his balls while sucking harder, urging his nuts to give up their tasty treat. I needed to taste his sweet cum… I’d been without for two whole days! Please Sir, I thought as if trying to telepathically beg for his cum. I sucked and waited anxiously for him to grant me my reward. Then it happened – his cock erupted in my mouth, spraying his hot molten cum into me like a volcano. He emptied one load into my mouth and then pushed me off his cock to spray my face and tits with the rest. He sprayed me over and over until I was covered in the sticky white stuff. I knew he wanted me to sit still without cleaning myself up. I licked his cock clean and tucked him back inside, buckling him up. I knelt under the desk, dripping with his cum, that vibrator still buzzing madly away in my tortured pussy. I needed to cum and I needed to cum badly. I kissed his hand, trying to let him know my need, but he just patted my head softly – his way of signaling no. I sat back, closing my eyes and trying to ignore my burning need, trying to push the urge out of my head as I waited. Oh God, please let this meeting end soon, I don’t know how long I can hold out! I squirmed and shifted position, trying to take the pressure off the vibrating hell inside my leaking pussy, but nothing I could do seemed to help. Then, mercifully, I heard the meeting coming to an end. He rose to see his guests out and came back to sit down at his desk. I knew I should wait to speak but I was too worked sex hikayeleri up by now. I needed to cum.  “Sir, please… may I cum?” I mewled my need to him. “I am pleased with how you behaved during the meeting slut, now you may remove the vibrator and return to your desk,” he said. I do as I’m told, but I was still hornier than I think I’d ever been and needed to cum desperately. I had his cum drying on my face and tits and my pussy was leaking like a sieve. “Sir, please,” I whimpered. “NOW!” he orders gruffly and I scurry back to my desk before I anger him further. I do not want to be punished. I sit at my desk doing my work and sulking; the fire left unquenched and raging still in my neglected pussy. It was about an hour later when Sir called me back to his desk. My pussy fire had not abated and I had hopes that he was going to see to that matter. Instead, he told me to get up on my knees on the desk. Puzzled, I did as he said, and then he pulled out a suction cup dildo and stuck in on the desktop in front of me. I looked at him, wondering what this was about. “I enjoy seeing how you look with a stiff cock in your mouth,” he said. I smiled at him and went to work, dried cum on my face, sucking on the dildo. Although it tasted plastic and fake, I tried to imagine it was his cock and showed him how much I love having him in my mouth. After a few moments of bobbing and licking on the dildo, I was getting into it. I was moaning and slurping on the fake cock, imagining I was going down on my beloved Sir. Suddenly I felt his hand on my ass and before I could react, I felt two fat fingers plunge deep into my pussy. “Ahhh,” I moaned as the fingers slid deeper in. I was so wet, I was dripping all over. I needed to come, badly! I mewled again. I really needed to come so much. “Sir,please… please may I cum,” I begged him again, whimpering like a child. Instead he intercomed out to his receptionist at the desk outside his office “Yes, Laura, can you have Derrick come to my office please?” he said. I sat up stunned. Here I am, kneeling on the boss’s desk, naked with dried cum on my face and tits, sucking on a plastic dildo, my pussy leaking like a broken pipe, and he calls in Derrick – the same guy that hassled me this morning (and every morning, practically) in the elevator? “Master what…” I started to say. “You speak pretty clearly for having a mouthful of cock, slut!” he retorted. I knew I should shut up now before I got into trouble. I went back to sucking the dildo, my face burning with shame.

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Tina’s Revelation===His body stiffened up as he gasped, “What?”I sat back so I could see his reaction. He was truly shocked by my question.”Someone is manipulating files on the network to pull funds out of the company,” I explained. “It’s ingenious how every financial transaction has added line items that are then nulled out. The reports end up showing nothing out of place, but the nulled out money can’t be traced.””What do you mean ‘nulled out’?”I could see that he was innocent, and I knew right away that I could trust him. I decided to tell him everything. I started with an example that he could follow. Bruce is a sales engineer who used to work for John.”If we look at something like Bruce’s travel expenses for last week, you will see that he has two hotel bills for the same amount. A third line item then nullifies the second one, so the overall report shows the correct figures. Somehow, the added line goes somewhere, and the third line pays out actual money, just not to Bruce.”The concept didn’t seem that difficult, and I’m sure I explained it clearly enough, but John looked completely confused.”What do you mean, ‘Bruce’s travel expenses’?” he asked.I am sure I looked stunned. I’ve always thought that John was smart. How could he be confused by such a simple thing? He saw the look and shook his head, denying his ignorance.”Bruce doesn’t travel,” he explained simply. I continued to stare at him. His eyebrow quirked up.”Bruce Sexton?” he asked, and I nodded.”Bruce is a mechanical engineer, and I practically have to threaten him to get him out to the shop floor. There’s no chance in hell that he would go in the field.”It was my turn to shake my head.”Bruce was transferred to sales over a year ago. He visits at least three customers a week. I’ve seen the expense and travel reports.”I stood to climb off his lap, and for a moment we were distracted. My breasts had leaked and created a bit of a puddle between us, and as I stood, it quickly dripped down his chest. We both smiled at the incongruity of our nakedness and our discussion. I couldn’t stop myself from lapping up the drips, and then kissing him. He took a shuddering breath as his hand slid up to tweak my nipple. I knew we were going to go another round as soon as I proved him wrong.I broke from the kiss and turned to sit on the edge of the chair in front of him. I had to take a deep breath because I found myself staring at the picture of his beautiful cock. He hugged me and I half turned to give him another quick kiss. Then I steeled my will and closed the picture.It only took me a moment to click my way into the travel reports. I quickly opened one from Bruce and scrolled down to show John the customer names and what had been discussed.John directed me into the engineering files, and he quickly had me open Bruce’s daily task logs. They certainly looked beylikdüzü escort real enough.I had a moment of panicked doubt. There was no way that Bruce could have been faking those logs without John’s help. Bruce wasn’t even on my list of suspects, but if the two of them were in it together, I would never be able to prove either of them guilty.”Bruce could never have passed those expense reports through without help,” John said, reflecting the opposite of my thoughts. “Who is responsible for logging them into the system?”I had to turn and kiss him again as my faith in trusting him was restored. I didn’t have an answer, but I knew how to track one down. I turned back to the keyboard and started hacking away.The simple answer should have been that the head of sales signed off on the reports. A quick inquiry simply confirmed that was not the case. I had to think for a moment, and then I started entering trace parameters to find the source. It only took two revisions of the search to identify the source as coming from Parts and Customer Service. From there, it was child’s play to determine which of the clerks had entered the documents.All of the forms had been created by a long-time employee named Louise. I didn’t know much about her, so I called up her HR file. I didn’t see anything suspicious there, although I did note that she had accrued a lot of vacation time over the years and she had been using up a lot of it lately. I quickly called up Bruce’s information and compared his vacations to hers. It was nearly a perfect match.Both Bruce and Louise had cell phones that were tied to the company plan for better rates. I quickly started hacking the system to see what photos I could find.Suddenly, John interrupted my efforts. He gently pressed a biting kiss on my neck, and it gave me goosebumps.”Good lord you have a beautiful mind,” he breathed and then he kissed me again.My fingers hovered above the keyboard as I turned my head to offer him more flesh. A flood of heat shot to my stomach, and I knew I was going to have to have him again.”Don’t stop,” he commanded. “We need concrete proof to nail them!”I don’t know how he expected me to concentrate when his lips continued to tease my shoulder and his hands slid up to caress my breasts. I took a shaky breath and then started typing again.Neither of their phones had any pictures taken during the last three times they had vacationed at the same time. John whispered something about log data, and I remembered that there should be a log of the settings the camera used that does not get deleted when the photos are deleted. I quickly found the log and noted that pictures had been taken.I had to stop again for a moment. John’s caressing hands had slid across one of my nipples. When my body shook, his fingers returned to the nipple to tease it beylikdüzü escort bayan again. I could feel him smiling as he pinched a bit of milk onto his fingers and then brought his hand to his mouth to taste it.”Don’t stop, but stop that,” I moaned as I flexed my body against his. I could feel his cock growing hard again as it pressed against my backside. I was tempted to abandon my search. I needed to get him back inside of me!His lips hovered near my shoulder, and I could feel the heat of his breath.”Check social media,” he said in a teasing tone. “The pictures went somewhere.”I flexed my ass against his hardness, and I loved the catch I heard in his breath. I took a deep breath and then started hacking again.Both of them had very visible accounts on social media. Both were up to date but contained only a sparse smattering of shared memes. They weren’t even friends with each other on those accounts. Louise didn’t have very many friends at all.I called up Louise’s HR information and noted her mother’s name on her list of contacts. Even her mother wasn’t a friend on the social media account. I did a quick search to find her mother, and there I found a second account for Louise under her maiden name. That account had lots of vacation pictures, but Bruce wasn’t in any of them. A quick look at her list of friends didn’t show anything interesting.”Clyde Barrow?” John asked over my shoulder.His hands and lips had still been teasing me, making it harder and harder to concentrate. I wasn’t even sure that he had been paying attention to the screen. I scrolled back up the list of friends but didn’t click on the link. The picture was an old black and white photo of a man who clearly wasn’t Bruce.”Her picture is Bonnie Parker,” John said. “Click the link.”I had no idea who either of those people was, but I clicked on Clyde’s name.Clyde’s account was very sparse. He didn’t have any pictures. He only had two friends, Louise and a woman named Bonnie. Bonnie’s picture was the same as Louise’s. Bonnie’s account only had Clyde as a friend. It had a goldmine of pictures. The pictures clearly showed Bruce and Louise together and enjoying themselves on many expensive vacations.I quickly called up a utility program and started creating a backup copy of the site. The utility logs the information in such a way that it can be used as evidence. It was going to take a while to run, so I turned it loose.As soon as it was running, I jumped up out of the chair and turned to face John. The surprised look on his face quickly turned to a smile when I straddled him and sat back on his lap facing him. I deftly guided his cock inside me and we both gasped in pleasure as his hardness filled me. Once I settled into place, I sat still so we could enjoy my inner trembling and his rigid pulsing.In a dreamy tone, escort beylikdüzü I asked, “Will Engineering manage without him?” Before John could answer, I added, “I’ve heard rumors that Accounting has been looking for an excuse to get rid of her for quite a while. She has been a constant source of trouble ever since she was skipped over for promotions last year.”John’s eyes gave my breasts a hungry look, and he struggled to bring them back up to my face. His cock twitched inside me and he smiled.”Bruce has been angling to get promoted for a couple of years as well,” he finally answered. “He wants Mechanical to have their own department, with him leading it.”In a way, it was sad, but we both knew that the two of them were in a lot of trouble.”You know what I don’t get?” I asked. “Why would they give themselves away by tapping into my phone?”He tried to hide a naughty smile, and I nearly had to laugh at him for blushing. I suddenly realized that John was the phone hacker. I started to take a deep breath to demand an explanation.”What I want to know,” he said in a teasing tone, “is how you managed to not have any pictures of your breasts anywhere!”I did laugh as I shrugged, and then I gasped in pleasure as he took the lifting of my breasts as an invitation. He grabbed one and quickly lifted the swollen nipple to his lips.I struggled, but couldn’t hold still as he passionately adored my tender flesh. His thumbs caressed, his fingers pressed, his lips and teeth teased, and he suckled and swallowed. Heat raced to my loins, and I started rolling my hips to ride his cock. The depth that his cock reached inside of me reminded me of how deep he had pressed into my throat. I couldn’t wait to have his hardness pulsing against my tongue again. That thought alone was going to make me cum quickly. His lavish attention to my breast was going to make it a hard one.I started thrusting faster, and he started rocking harder to meet my needs. Even as our bodies slammed together, he continued to tease and adore my breast. Suddenly, I couldn’t breathe, and my body clamped down and exploded all over his. I cried out in pleasure, and he growled his approval. I lost control of my grinding, so I let my hips press down as I trembled against him. His thrusts slowed, and then he pressed in deep to enjoy the reverberations of the orgasm in my body. He gave my breast a final squeeze, and then swallowed the last of my excretions.I wanted to hold that moment forever, feeling the heat of his body, the trembling of mine, and enjoying the pleased look in his eyes. He should have been satisfied to relax and enjoy the feeling with me. He gave me a naughty grin, instead, and then he lifted my other breast and started again.Something in his smile pushed my body into hypersensitivity. Suddenly, his cock was harder than anything that had ever been inside of me, and it grew insanely hot as it pushed deeper than I have ever been filled. His lips and tongue were on fire when they caught my flesh. When he started to suckle, it felt like the milk was being drawn from everywhere in my body, and I could feel it rushing to gush out and fill his mouth.

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It was promptly at 8:00 when Christy heard a knock on her door. She had been busy since coming home, getting her place picked up and straightened up so it looked nice and then got herself ready as well, showering (although she was sad to have to wash off his cum badge) shaving and getting dressed.She chose to wear a tight stretchy knit pink halter-top dress that was cut a bit high in length and had cut-outs on the sides. The back of the dress dropped dangerously low and the front had a deep plunging V neckline that showed off her amazing DDD tits to perfection.With her white strappy six-inch heels, she was quite sexy and once her makeup was on, she took a good last look at herself just as she heard his knock.”Hi, Come on in,” she said softly as she opened the door for him.”Wow! You look… wow!” he said, at a complete loss for words. Christy smiled at his comment, knowing she had accomplished what she wanted to do… impress him.”Would you like a drink or something before we go to dinner? I have some white wine if you like,” she said.”That would be fine, thank you,” he said. “Make yourself at home and I’ll be right back,” she said and turned to go into the kitchen for the wine.She poured a couple of glasses and then just before coming back to him took a couple of deep breaths to calm her nerves. This was going to be a big night for both of them and she didn’t want to act like some fumbling teenager on a first date!She came back into the living room and sat next to him on the sofa. “Christy honey, I can’t get over how stunning you look. I mean you are always beautiful, but you have gone way beyond that tonight!” he said. “You are simply spectacular!”Christy blushed as pink as her dress. She wasn’t expecting such high praise, she only wanted to look nice for him! “Thank you, Sir,” she said, looking down at her hands in her lap. She didn’t want him to see the nervousness in her face or how much she wanted him to take her right then and there.”Be a little patient Christy. He already wants you, you don’t need to be a whore about it!” she told herself silently, “Let him think beylikdüzü escort he won you, not that you threw yourself at him!””Christy, my dear, I wanted to talk to you a little before we get too far into tonight, and while we are both sober and lucid enough to make good decisions. I wanted to talk about what you said back in the office today,” he said.”What I said, Sir?” she said. “Did I say something wrong? Oh, God, did I make a mistake, Sir? I’m so sorry!” Christy began to panic. What had she done?”No, no, not at all, my dear, don’t worry. No, I just wanted to talk some more about your… how did you put it… wanting to be my secretary slut, my office whore. About how you want me to treat you like a cheap street whore and use your body for my pleasure whenever and however I wish.”I believe those were your words, amongst others. I have a pretty good memory, Christy, and when a beautiful woman tells me something like that, I tend to remember it!” he said with a smile.”Yes, Sir, I said those things,” she said.She wasn’t sure what he was getting at but she was getting a bit nervous as to how this conversation was going.”Indeed,” he said. He turned to face her directly. Taking her trembling hands in his, he continued, “Look at me, Christy.” She lifted her eyes to meet his. “My question to you is… did you mean what you said? And take a moment to think about your answer, because this could change our whole office relationship.””Sir, I don’t need to think about it. Yes, I meant every word of what I said. I am yours in any way and every way you will have me. I will be your secretary and do my job as I always have. And if you desire, I will be your office whore when the time is appropriate. I want to be your whore and your slut. I want to be your fucktoy and your plaything.”I want to be whatever you want, need, and desire, Sir. I am and have always been very fond of you, Sir. I hesitate to use the ‘L’ word only because I don’t know your feelings for me. But I do want to be whatever you want me to be for you. I love my job and I love working escort beylikdüzü for you, Sir.”You have been more than my boss and my supervisor, you have been my friend and my… fantasy. I have had a few jobs in my life, some better than others. But I have never had a job I looked forward to as much as I do this one. It is a pleasure to get up in the morning and come to work to see you.”I am always sad on the weekends when I sit here at home by myself because I want to be with you. I look forward to Monday morning and getting myself all prettied up for you, Sir. I’m sorry if this sounds too forward or too weird like I’m some sort of stalker or something. But I needed to say it… I needed to get it off my chest, Sir,” she said.He listened to what she had to say and sat there for a moment digesting it. She looked down at her hands still clasped in his. She still trembled, now wondering if she had made a mistake in telling him all this. But her fears were soothed a moment later when he stood up, pulling her to her feet. He put his arms around her waist and pulled her to him.”Say the word, Christy,” he said.”Sir?” she said tentatively.He walked her by the hand across the room. Spinning her around, he pushed her up against the wall pinning her hands to the wall over her head with his own.He leaned a little closer. “Now tell me, slut. Tell me what you want to say,” he repeated.”But what if you…” she started to say.”TELL ME!” he said loudly. “I LOVE YOU, SIR!” she said. “I love you,” she repeated, softer the second time.She looked in his eyes and saw him smile. He leaned forward and kissed her long, deep, and passionately. He let go of her arms and she put them around his neck as he pressed himself against her.He pushed his hips up against her letting her feel what she had done to him. She felt the large bulge in his pants, the large bulge that had been there since he left the office earlier. Even though she had received his “bonus” and he had cum, his cock had recharged now and was ready for more! And the way she looked and the dress she wore beylikdüzü escort bayan only increased his desire for her.He pulled back from their kiss and spun her around again, this time to face the wall. As he pushed her to the wall he knelt down behind her. He rubbed her ass cheeks over the tight material of her dress then ran his hands down her thighs to her knees and back up the insides of her thighs. She shivered as he got to the hem of her dress. He stopped there for a moment letting the anticipation build. “What do you want?” he asked.”Please, Sir… please go under…” she whimpered.He smiled. He loved to hear her whimper and beg. His hand slipped under her dress and up to her lacy panties. He began to rub her pussy through her panties and her knees buckled slightly. She caught herself, but not before he had placed his other hand on her ass to steady her.He rubbed her pussy harder, hearing her moan and feeling her sway as she began to get more and more turned on. She put her head against the wall and clawed at the wallpaper as he worked her to a heated frenzy. He felt her pussy getting wet and he could smell her musky aroma… yes, this woman wanted what he could give her!He slipped two fingers under the panties and rubbed against her bare pussy for a second. “Oh FUCK!” she cried out as she felt him toy with her pussy lips. But he wasn’t there for her pleasure. As soon as his fingers got wet from her juices he pulled them out and stood up. He grabbed her hair and hauled her head back. Shoving his wet fingers under her nose, he growled in her ear. “Do you smell that, slut? Do you smell how slutty and dirty you are? How much you want me to fuck you? You DO want me to fuck you, don’t you?””Oh God yes! Please, Sir, please fuck your slutty whore secretary! Please! I need you inside me so much! Please, please Sir!” she begged.He let go of her hair and turned her back around to face him. Putting a finger under her chin he lifted her face.”There’s time for that later. I see all the trouble you went to to look nice for me–I’d hate to spoil such beauty before dinner. But after dinner, I’m going to make you look like a Picasso painting!” he said kissing her.Christy moaned into his mouth at the thought of what he was going to do to her after dinner. She adjusted her dress and brushed her hair back into place where he had grabbed it and the pair went to dinner.

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It is my office – my private space – until she decides otherwise.I am on a very important conference call when she walks in without knocking. She knows my rules. If my door is closed, do not interrupt me. On this day, she chooses to break those rules.My mate and I have a passionate relationship. Passion is defined as an intense and uncontrollable emotion. But, I didn’t say which emotion, did I? Sometimes, she is an angel and I just cherish her; I really cherish her. I lovingly kiss and make love to her from dusk until dawn, not able to get enough of her sweetness. Other times, little horns pop out the top of her ornery head, and I want to spank her ass until she can’t sit down for a week.This day will be the latter.As I said, I am engaged in a very important conference call, trying to get a new contract. It will be one of my most lucrative deals. As the door unexpectedly opens, she invades my private space wearing that dress. Her black beylikdüzü escort fuck-me dress with the silver zipper running down the side, leaving nothing to the imagination as it clings to every luscious curve of her body. My eyes travel down her deliciously seductive body to see her bend-me-over-and-fuck-me black stilettos. Fuck.Admittedly, my cock jumps, but I am in business mode. I furrow my brows at her and frown, mouthing I am on a call. She responds with an evil grin. Damn! What mischief is my little minx up to now?She sashays over, dancing all around me, showing off her curves in her sexy dress. Long fingernails stroke my face, trying to soften my tightened jaw. Then, she climbs onto my cherry desk with her ass pointed at my face.Her fingers grab hold of her zipper, and slowly drag it down the length of her dress, revealing her creamy naked flesh. Full breasts flop out and hang impressively, begging beylikdüzü escort bayan for a squeeze. As the zipper reaches the end of the line, her dress falls from her body, leaving her naked… on her knees…  on my desk … with her succulent ass inches from my face.To her credit, it is a magnificent ass. You know the kind of ass that sticks out in the back like a perfectly round bubble, screaming to be smacked and fucked. I can’t take my eyes off of her.As I struggle to remain alert to my call, searching for papers now hidden underneath her, she suddenly pushes her voluptuous ass back towards my face, literally smacking me in the nose with it. My nose is plunged into her crack, inhaling her intoxicating scents. My speech is muffled by her plumpy cheek. I push her naughty ass away, trying desperately to finish my explanation to my client. Undeterred, she rolls over, hops down, and leans over me, trapping escort beylikdüzü my head between her hands while stuffing her pert little nipple into my mouth – as I am talking! I have no choice but to bite it, to empty my mouth enough to finish my sentence. Have you ever tried to talk with a tit stuffed into your mouth? Sucking in her breath through her teeth, she regretfully pulls back, with her nipple aching.No! I mouth, with my angry eyes boring holes through her.Again that smirk. Enjoy your fun, honey, you won’t be smiling later as you are held down across my knee.It is my potential client’s turn to talk. Thank, God. A momentary break to mouth more threats at her. Again, she ignores me, climbing onto my lap, rubbing her naked pussy against my lengthening cock. I can’t help but buck up against her a little. My cock is like a magnet uncontrollably drawn to her pussy and I can’t break the attraction. Grinding, she goes. Grinding. Rubbing. Pulsating. Her greedy pussy eagerly humps my cock through my pants. Or course, I want to fuck her. My cock strains against the stiff material, begging to come out and play with her. Did I mention this was a really important business call? She is going to get the hardest spanking ever for this.

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