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Ok so I know it’s taken so long to write this but again writer’s block can be a pain. A big thank you to the epic johnwhoknew for editing this.So read and enjoy. Feedback and comments welcome, laters – xxx_willow_xxx

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What the hell was he going to do to me???

As we went back downstairs, my head was spinning…should I be afraid? What has this man got planned for me in a secluded cabin, in the middle of the woods with no one else around? I calmed myself…This is ridiculous! This is Danny, he just means for it to be romantic and a treat for him. He’s sharing something close to him with me and I need to stop my imagination running away.

“So which room is mine?” I laughed jokingly knowing this will invoke an answer from him.”The master bed room, with me where I’m going to do naughty things to that incredible body of yours until you literally want nothing more than to have me fill you up again and again and again.” He replied as his hands slid around my waist his arm crossing between my breasts as he pulls me back against him, planting soft, warm kisses on my bare neck and shoulder. I can feel his erection against my back as I bring my hand behind me and rub him through his jeans. He moans out loud, “Ker you better ease up or else I’m going to take you right now on this floor.”

I turn in his arms and reply,” Do you want to? Right now, take me on this floor where we will satisfy and relieve the other, so intensely we wouldn’t even notice if the foundations fell down around us?” My hand never stopped in its course as we talked and I felt him pulsate as I spoke, damn I was getting wet, while I waited for his reply.

“Damn you, Kerry. I want nothing more than to pull that dress off, expose your beautiful breasts and body to me and use you as my playground where I’ll make you orgasm over and again. But that will ruin my plans for tonight so my reply is not yet, but mark my words every room in this house will be used before we leave tomorrow,” he said as his hands slid around my body again and kissed me, his mouth scorching mine, bringing my desire to a head. He pulled away from me and went into the kitchen making a list of things he needed to get from the local shop about 15 minutes away. I proceeded to bring my bag (a human size suitcase) up the stairs to the master bedroom.

As I opened the case, my first thought was; what the hell? In the suitcase, there was another suitcase. So taking out the suitcase from the first one, I lay it back on the bed and unzip the next one, and there’s another suitcase? What the hell is Emma playing at? After the fourth case, I find a small tote bag, with nothing in it except for a nightdress, a clean pair of jeans and a tee and underwear, a bikini and toiletries and a blindfold. A blindfold? I collect all the suitcases and put them back into the big one and put it under the bed. ataköy escort

I look at the bed tempted to climb up and lie down on it…it looks so big and soft; the kind of bed you could cosy up in and lie there for days and still be comfortable. I can’t believe Danny brought me here into this private space of his. Maybe things are going better than I can possibly imagine which brought a smile to my lips as my imagination begins to fire up with images of the kind of things Danny could possibly to do to me on this bed especially after finding the blindfold.

I go back downstairs and Danny is standing at the counter going through his own bag and pulls out a Nikon camera… I had no idea he was interested in photography. I walk over to him, slip my arms around him from the back and cuddle into his shoulders, sighing contently. This would definitely class as my happy place. The one place I could think about when I’m having a crap day, just me and Danny here alone, no worries, no complications, that we’re an actual couple. Not a student and teacher having an affair that would be frowned upon and cause the loss of my college degree and Danny’s job. No Alicia trying to break us apart. Danny runs his hand up my arm breaking my train of thought and turns in my arms. “Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m fine, just thinking it’s nice for a change not to have to sneak around you know?” I reply, as his eyes look into mine and I can see he was thinking something similar to me.

“Yes, it is, knowing I can do this,” he says, pausing as he kisses me on the mouth, softly and so explicitly slow that I stand there just allowing his soft kisses to steal my breath from me. “And this,” as he kisses my cheek trailing his lips slowly towards my ear, his voice becoming gentle and quiet the closer he gets, “And this and no one can see or watch or judge,” he says as he licks and grazes my earlobe with his teeth.

My moan rushes from me as my body responds to his kisses and ministrations. Already I can feel my body liquefying, the feelings pooling below my stomach as I clench down on these feelings before they carry me away. He walks behind me, his arm, followed by his hand trails across my stomach, making me tighten my muscles so I don’t ripple under his touch. The fingers of his other hand, pulling my hair away from my neck as he kisses me softly behind my ear, unbearably slowly with the next kiss a little further down my neck, and lower and lower still, until he’s at my bare shoulders. My nerve endings are alive with sensation, making every kiss, every touch from him almost a torture, but of the exquisite kind.

His fingers lace a trail on the skin of my bare shoulders, as he continues the ministrations on my neck. My right hand covers his left hand on my stomach as my fingers curl around his, but he pulls my hand off with his right and raises it up to his neck bakırköy escort so my fingers trace along his hairline at the back of his neck. I moan aloud, and move to turn my body in his arms so I can kiss him because I don’t think I can take much more of this from him. I want him now and it’s finally possible to be with him, with no distractions, no worries, no hiding, but his fingers tighten on my stomach, scrunching up the material of my white dress, so I don’t move. He growls in my ear, “Don’t even think of moving. Your skin is flawless, so smooth almost like silk. Your taste,” as he licks a quick line down my neck, “is heavenly. It makes my head swim. The things I want to do to you, right now Kerry, so badly. I want to feel you under me, on top of me, anyway I can get you.”

His hand that sits on my stomach is pulling more and more material of my dress into its hold, as it moves up my thighs climbing higher and higher, teasing and tantalising me as it shifts. I rock against Danny, and hear him groan as my ass rubs against his erection. I can feel the heat of it coming through his jeans. He is just as turned on as I am. I rub up against him again, as his hand grabs onto my hip, my dress hem sitting just below the apex of my thighs.

“Please, Danny, please touch me,” moaning the thoughts running through my head. My body is one massive strain, a void of touch, and I want his touch now! I grind against him again, showing him without words what I want of him, what I need from him right now, right here, in this moment; which feels like it’s stretching on for eternity, all because he hasn’t touched me intimately. Suddenly he pulls away from me, spins me around and into the wall. He grabs my hands pinning them above my head and pins the rest of my body against the wall with his. I gasp; the wall is cold against my hot, flushed skin.

Danny’s gaze is burning as he looks at me and whispers: “I told you not to move. I’ll have to punish you now for this.”

He flips me around so my breasts are pushed against the wall, my ass towards his front. He raises the dress, so my legs and ass are bared to him.

“Jesus, Kerry you’re killing me here, you really are.” His fingers trail slowly over the skin of my ass, causing me to squirm against the wall as pleasure streaks through my system. Along the ridge of the lace of the French boxers I have on, lower and lower his fingers go tracing the underwear in to the space between my thighs. I moan and push my hips against him as his finger trails across my anus, across my pussy, and towards my clit. Oh god, he can feel how wet I am, why must he torture me?

“Mmmm, Kerry, are you ready for me? Shall I check and then ease your suffering? Shall I?”

“Please, Danny, oh god…I can’t stand it anymore; please stop torturing me,” I moan as I roll my hips towards him again.

“As you wish,” he murmurs as his fingers slide under my pants and touch my bare flesh. Oh god, it feels heavenly, his touch as I arch my back from the pleasure.

“Oh baby, you’re so ready for me, so ready.” His fingers sliding across my pussy, spreading my wetness more and more as his thumb licks across my clit over and over.

“Danny, please do something, god I need…ugh,” I moan, my eyes rolling backwards and closing as he rubs my clit over and over. Suddenly he glides his fingers into me, so deeply, I can’t draw a breath. He keeps kissing and biting my shoulders as his fingers are buried inside me. Yes, this is what I wanted. This tortuous, exquisite feeling of pleasure that Danny gives to me over and over again. He has my hands still pinned but behind my back and holding up my dress. Oh god yes, I can feel it, my orgasm; it’s coming, charging through my body like a freight train. But then, Danny removes his fingers.

“No,” I cry as my body sags, I was so close! “Why, why would you do that, Danny?” I ask disappointment and longing dripping in my voice.

He put his mouth up to my ear. “Because I want to taste you baby and feel you orgasm around my tongue,” he replies, as I watch from the corner of my eye, sucking his two fingers into his mouth, to taste my juices. “Oh jesus, Ker, your taste, I could live off it for the rest of my life,” he says as he drops to his knees behind me, pulls my ass apart, sliding my underwear to the side and burying his tongue inside me, his fingers playing my clit like it’s an instrument. His tongue wreaking havoc with my body, his nose rubbing and skimming across my anus, god it’s so hot, such a turn on. I can feel it again, my orgasm building, faster and faster as my thoughts become incoherent, and the only thing I can do is: feel.

My moans escape from my lips, in time with laps of Danny’s tongue. I warn him – “Baby, oh god, I’m close, really close to, mmmm, oh my, mmmm, to, oh fuck, coming.” This just spurs him on more and though I didn’t think it was possible, his tongue moves faster inside and he slaps my ass hard once and I’m lost. My orgasm comes crashing down around me as Danny holds me up. My body clenching around his tongue turns to liquid.

Once my orgasm abates, and Danny begins to stand back up, I begin to slide to the ground. “Woah, baby are you ok?” Danny asks looking worried. I smile and hmm at him; I don’t even have the strength to respond to him. My eyes begin to droop, and he smiles his angelic smile. “Have I worn you out baby?” Again, I hmm and smile as he scoops me into his arms and carries upstairs to the guest room to lie down. I lie there looking at him standing over me, a smile on his lips, as his hand reaches out to stroke my hair from my face.

“What do you do to me Kerry?” he whispers, talking to himself more than to me I think. “I’ll be back shortly; there are some things I need to pick up from the shop. Rest I’ll be back soon.” He kisses my cheek, settles the duvet over me, and closes the door. Once he leaves, I fall into a restful doze.

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She craved adventure and passion she giggled to herself as she sat in the chair at the table designed for one. Her legs swung freely back and forth and she giggled again at herself. She always chose this table with the tall chair and the wood grain she so fondly traced her finger over. She whispered it a hello every Wednesday night at ten after 7. She would slide the chair around to allow a clear view of the tea hut and then she would raise to her tiptoes to get just the edge of her butt on the seat. Some shimmy and wiggles would finally place her butt where it belonged and her legs dangling above the wooden foot rest. She knew she looked silly, but refused to jump to get on the chair and the other tables had such a poor view.

She was not a tall girl 5 foot 3 is what her drivers license said but her doctors charts showed two inches shorter. She had never minded being short and didn’t adopt the short person attitude. She was kind and a bit shy, at least until she got mad. Firecracker was her nickname through school and she smiled at the sweet memory from all those years ago. Where had the time gone?

“Hot and black,” the barista confirmed. She looked to his eyes instead of the coffee. They were the most lovely green she had ever seen. So green in fact she had once asked him if they were contacts and was pleased to find out they weren’t.

“Thank you, Erik,” she smiled and stared. He was so used to the attention to his eyes from everyone that he barely noticed the staring anymore. They were his mothers eyes and the only thing she had ever given him.

“Food today?” he paused awkwardly and instantly frustrated. This woman had been in his tea hut every damn Wednesday for two years and he still could not get her to give up her name. She paid in cash, left good tips, flirted relentlessly and refused to budge on her name. Two years and the only thing he knew for sure was that she hated tea and to never put sugar in her coffee. He offered her once to just give him her name in place of paying. He had left a pen and paper on her table and upon clearing it found a twenty dollar bill and a note ‘Corner Girl, at least that’s what I hear you call me!’ She had beautiful feminine handwriting all twirly and soft.

“Surprise me tonight, don’t say Boo to me, surprise me with some delicious food,” she smiled at their little game. “I am utterly starving.”

“Steak it is.”

“I will leave and never come back.”

“Damn vegans,” he shook his finger at her. “Never can take a joke.”

“Tortured and murdered animals are not a joke to me,” her eyebrows raised in defiance. He knew she was vegan, hell his whole restaurant was vegan, but he did love getting a rise out of her. He said nothing as he slunk away to the kitchen. He had already started her food, knowing she would want something sweet and savory followed by comfort food. She always started with her desert first, just in case she chocked on it and died. “Don’t want to die eating broccoli.” she would repeat.

Joe, his chef, pointing to a corner, “When are you going to ask Corner Girl out? You have been wanting to be ball deep in her for years. When are you going to make your move?”

“When she gives me her damn name,” Erik barked. “I know nothing about her, she showed up opening night and keeps showing up. That’s all I know. What am I supposed ataköy escort to do, Hey Corner Girl wanna go out and do something?”

“Well that does sound a lot better than, Hey Corner Girl wanna let me in your pants?” Joe ducked as Erik threw a wooden spoon at him. “Foods up!”

Erik delivered a molten lava chocolate cake to her table and a steaming vegetable pot pie. They were both ones she ordered frequently so he knew it was a good choice. He sat them on the table and feeling defeated already tonight just walked away. He did want to date her but he knew it was no use, she would never let him in.

She watched him deflate as he walked away and she knew Joe must be giving him a hard time, again. Stupid Joe was going to ruin all of this. She knows he tried to go through her phone once and could be caught staring over her shoulder when typing on her computer. He had even cornered her in the parking lot one night when she was walking home. Joe was rough and a bear of a man. She shied away from him as much as possibly human. He scared her and she did not like being scared.

She took a deep breathe and pulled out her laptop, she exhaled the negative thoughts as she opened it. Work time she thought as she clicked on the file named ‘Surprising the Barista.’ She giggled to herself, if only Erik knew the dirty things she wrote about him and her. How she wrote elegantly of bending him over the shorter tables and fucking him with a black strap on. How she left here every Wednesday night with her panties drenched and heart racing. How the first thing she would do after getting home is strip naked and ram a dildo into her pulsing pussy.

“Refill?”

Fuck she thought and jumped nearly out of her seat. She was already so into her story that she did not notice his closeness or her empty coffee cup.

“Yes, of course,” she smiled, trying to shake off the scare.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to surprise you. How was dinner?” he didn’t want to leave so quickly. He could almost read the words on her screen by looking at the window reflection behind her.

“Delicious as always. Your pot pie tasted of home and happier times and that lava cake made my taste buds dance. You really should get a critic in here and get your name in the papers, bring in more customers.”

“I like the quiet this affords me,” he confided. “It allows me to spend more one on one time with the customers.” His smile touched his eyes as she blushed. She really was beautiful. He knew he would be dreaming of that smile tonight as he stroked his cock to attention. ‘Better if she was stroking it’ he thought. ‘Just ask her out stupid’ he repeated in his head over and over and over.

“So I,” he started, dropping his eyes to the floor.

Ding.

The bell by the cash register had been rung. ‘Damn it’ he screamed in his head, walking away to help the customer needing to pay.

She watched him walk away and wondered to herself what his lips tasted like. How soft and warm his hands would feel caressing her breasts. How big his cock was and if he knew how to use it. How hard he would spank her. He caught her eye and she quickly looked back to her computer grinning inwardly as she continued her current story of them in the walk in freezer.

“Closing time,” Joe bellowed out, an hour later. “Go home.”

She bakırköy escort quickly shutdown and closed her laptop and stuffed it in her over sized purse. She had received this purse when she moved away from home all those years ago and it was starting to show its wear and tear. Coins fell from the bottom just to highlight its age. She bent and picked them up and caught Erik gawking at her pleasantly round ass.

She knew she was pretty and had the curves in the correct places but she never believed she had sex appeal. She had been bullied as a kid about her height and had always measured her beauty by it. Who would willingly have sex with a short elf as she remembered being called. She picked up the last penny and locked eyes with a busted Erik. He turned away quickly and she stood and walked out the door.

Lost in her own thoughts she walked the 11 blocks home. It was such a beautiful night and just the perfect temperature. She dropped the handful of coins into the homeless mans cup while exchanging ‘God bless yous.’ She shuffled her feet through the drying leaves on the concrete and allowed her mind to wander to Erik’s eyes.

She knew he would one day break and ask her out. She would tell him no the first time but yes when he asked her the second time. They would go to dinner and a movie, he would pay and with extreme sexual tension he would drive her home. She would bring him up to her loft apartment full of sex toys and swings and a giant king bed. He would run away or they would fuck and fuck hard for a week or two and she would grow bored and have to move on again.

Same story, different man. She always wore them out too quickly. Although, she thought, this one had been the funnest to catch so far. She was shy outside of her apartment, but once inside she was the dominant and she loved every minute of it.

The week flew by as it always does. Deadlines, emails, horny thoughts and sore wrists from typing. She had no commute to work as everything was submitted through email and she giggled to herself when she gave the name Kandi Sticke and the editor believed her. She typed all day, often in the nude and enjoyed the view of the city from her balcony, also often in the nude. She wrote more sex scenes between characters sitting in her over sized beach lounger, warming her lower lips by the sun than anywhere else.

She knew the old man across the street got a good look from time to time, but she really didn’t mind. She was happy to make his last years a little funner than most.

Tuesday night was all about the bubble bath, beer and big purple. Big purple vibrated and wiggled and stuck to the chair or the tub or she had found out recently, the coffee table. She threw on some old country music and closed her laptop. Work was over, time for some stress relief fun. She ran her tub, as hot as she could get the water, tossed in a bubble pack and teased her clit just a little as it filled. The story she was writing had her wet and her clit was begging for relief.

She stepped slowly into the tub, one toe at a time. Then so very slowly lowered her ass into the water. God it felt good until it hit her pussy, she pulled back up a little, took a deep breathe and lowered herself all the way in. She got used to the sting of the water quickly and began to lean backwards. ‘What the hell kind of magic is it that the tub can be full of hot ass water and the back still ice cold’ she thought as she arched her back away from the cold tub. Slowly she lowered her back onto the tub and began to relax.

Her beer was on the table beside her and so was big purple. She grabbed the open beer bottle and took a long deep swig. She loved import beer and felt fancy drinking it. She drank again and nearly finished the bottle. She hung onto the beer as she raised her feet out of the water and placed them on the cold wall. She was already sweating and needed to cool down a bit. She slipped the bottom of the almost empty beer bottle into the water and rubbed its coolness over her clit and in between her pussy lips. The cold felt good but the warmth felt amazing. She pulled the beer from the water and finished drinking it. She tossed it to the rug on the floor and sat up long enough to grab a second beer from the ice bucket next to her tub.

She took a drink and teased her own nipples with it. First the right perked up and then the left. She slid her free hand to her clit and slipped a finger on each side of it. The small circular motions on her nipples soon matched the motion of her fingertips on her clit. She drank from the beer and slid her hand further in between her lips. Her second finger dipped slowly into her wetness and out again. Just a tease before she slid her two middle fingers in as far as she could go. She wiggled them inside herself and a small moan leaked from her own lips.

“Slow down,” she whispered to herself and sat the cold bottle on her clit as she wiped sweat from her forehead. She was always in such a rush. She lifted the beer from her clit and moaned again at the feeling of the warmth rush onto her sex. Fuck she needed to cum so badly tonight. It had been two weeks since the neighbor had gone on vacation and her other prospects had become to needy. She just wanted a couple men to fuck when she got the feeling, nothing more.

She sat down her second empty beer and teased the head of big purple with her finger.

“Come on in,” she said out loud and turned on its remote. The vibration was always her favorite and she slowly teased it along her clitoris. She moaned at its movements and slammed it into her pussy. She needed hard and fast tonight. Deep and rough. She sloshed water from the tub, she pinched her own nipples and softly called out directions for Erik to do to her. She slid big purple in and out of herself for minutes then she turned it upside down so the fake balls where closest to her clit and pushed it in deep. She held it there and with her free hand massaged her clitoris.

She moaned loudly, sank into her tub and held her breath. Her orgasm was huge, her body tingled, her ears rang and she nearly sank past her nose into the water. She held on for the ride. She loved the feeling of coming down from a good cum session. She waited patiently for her ears to quit ringing before slowly pulling big purple from her now swollen vagina.

She knew some girls did not admit to liking to masturbate. Why she thought? She always got it done just the way she wanted it. No hassle, no walk of shame, no lies when it was all over. She liked to take care of herself and sometimes made her dates watch and then leave with no relief for themselves, but only the ones she was mad at.

Erik would be different. She planned to make Erik her little fuck doll and make sure he enjoyed it. Tomorrow was Wednesday and it was time to quit playing.

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My wife called from the airport just before boarding her flight. “Pete,” she said. “I forgot to say, but there’s a girl coming round at midday for the cleaning job. I tried to phone her yesterday to cancel but she wasn’t answering.”

A girl? Coming here? Interesting, I thought. Julia had found a last-minute flight to Spain and decided to take the children to spend Easter fortnight with the grandparents. They’d left at six that morning and I’d been feeling horny as fuck ever since I woke up.

“Midday?” I said. “I’m not sure I’m gonna be here, I’m meant to be having lunch with the accountant. But don’t worry – if I’m still here when she comes, I’ll get her to come back in a couple of weeks.”

“Thanks darling. Her name’s Sandra. I’ve got to rush.”

I wasn’t being entirely honest about any lunch date. I’d told the accountant I’d pop in sometime this week to sort out the quarterly figures on our little Internet business, but I wasn’t planning on going anywhere at all today. It was pissing down with rain and when the wife and kids are away, I never seem to get much work done. And besides, the last cleaning girl had been a peach. Kept her legs tight shut, the bitch, but she was still a total peach.

The doorbell rang at a couple of minutes before noon and I closed down the porn site on my PC and adjusted my cock. We’ve got quite a big house, which is why my wife decided we needed a cleaner, and by the time I opened the front door everything was nicely smoothed over.

And there she was, just standing there. I knew straightaway that I was going to be a naughty boy, or give it my best shot.

I’ve been dreading this bit, having to describe her. Was she beautiful? No. Good-looking? Neither. A peach? Definitely not. Sexy? Well she was to me that day. Ninety-nine times out of a hundred I’d probably have walked straight past her in the street — but as I told you my wife was away and I was feeling horny as a fucking rabbit.

She was quite short, with medium-length blondish hair. She had a bit of a piggy face with small pudgy lips. She was wearing a light grey leather jacket over a thin blue pullover and tight black leggings. (Grey leather! I hadn’t seen one of those since the 70s!) She was on the plump side and looked more than a bit shy, like young, plump girls often do.

And she was sopping wet.

“You must be Sandra,” I said, reaching out to shake her cold, limp hand and looking straight into her bovine brown eyes. “Christ, it’s horrid out there, you’d better get in out of that rain.”

I escorted her into the house, fussing over her like a father-in-law with a crush. I insisted she take off that jacket, went to fetch her a towel, and even started to dry her lank wet locks for her. “You’d better come ataköy escort into the kitchen, Sandra,” I said. “You look like you could do with a nice hot cup of tea.”

She walked past me, clearly embarrassed at the entrance she’d just made, and that was when I got my first glimpse down at her breasts. I’d guessed just right. They weren’t just large, unfeasibly large for a short girl, but those kind of pointy ones that seem to jag out at the nipples. When I was young and virginal I’d sat next to a girl at school with big pointy tits too, and they’d kept me going with wanking material for the past 20 years. Anyway, this Sandra had a pair every bit as impressive over a little belly and a nice, bulbous arse straining to get out of those leggings. She couldn’t have been more than early 20s, but she was dressed like a middle-aged housewife who’d finally decided to stop wearing skirts. I wondered if any man had ever his way between the cheeks of that arse.

I put the kettle on and sat her down at the kitchen table, sneaking a long look over her shoulder at that magnificent chest. Then I began a profuse apology for my wife’s absence. “She tried to call you to say she couldn’t make it,” I said, “but we really need someone to start right away. So maybe I should ask you all the questions and make the decision for her?”

Sandra nodded her piggy little head, and I began to fire away. I’d printed up a questionnaire, acting as if we always grill our domestics, just so I could find out more about her. She was 20 (“oh, a Gemini?” I said when she told me her date of birth), lived the other side of town in a flat, unmarried, no kids. I expressed surprise that she wasn’t married yet, but only a little bit – she was too young for the really corny shit. I let my hand brush against hers as she handed me her references – and then read them through every word, oohing and aahing like she’d just handed me a long-lost sonnet by Shakespeare. I looked up at her every few seconds as though I couldn’t believe my luck.

“I’m very good at cleaning,” she said, proudly.

“Well I don’t know what to say,” I told her, letting my hand fall on to her forearm. “We’ve had a couple of other ladies in to see us, but you know how it is when as soon as you meet someone, it kind of feels right?”

She nodded again, not sure what I meant. “You’re not just easy to talk to, you’ve actually got proper references. You’re pretty much perfect. When can you start?”

Sandra looked at me and her chubby little lips broke into a grateful smile. She clearly didn’t know how to take all my babbling but it wasn’t often someone paid her such luscious compliments. I kept the eye contact furiously, though mainly just to stop myself staring at those tits.

And, that was settled. bakırköy escort We’d got a new cleaning girl, starting the next day, and all I had to do was show her round the house and explain her duties. I didn’t tell her she wouldn’t have much to do because my wife’s the neurotic type who keeps things spotless anyway. I just showed her the ground floor, the kids’ bedroom, the guest bedroom and then our bedroom. She was visibly impressed by the en suite spa bath – and giggled nervously when I told her she could use it whenever she wanted. The only thing you’ve got to be careful about is this shower, I said, guiding her over to some shiny Italian monstrosity my wife had got installed. “It works fine,” I said, turning the tap to show her, “only sometimes…”

And there she was, all sopping wet again.

Perfect, I thought. For a spur of the moment thing, that worked out just fine. And I started to apologise louder than ever. Out came another towel and I found myself excitedly dabbing water off the light pullover covering those beautiful pointed breasts. They were every bit as firm as I’d imagined, like two ostrich eggs in a sack.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said, fumbling away and almost dropping the towel in my half-feigned excitement. “I didn’t mean to touch your breasts.”

“That’s okay, I can do them,” she said. And she took the towel and dabbed herself for a few seconds, before realising what she was doing right in front of me.

“You’ll never get them dry like that,” I said. “You’d better take that pullover off and I’ll get you a T-shirt… No, I insist. I’m not having you catching cold.”

I left her sitting on the edge of the bath as I went to fetch her a T-shirt, a white freebie one from one of my software suppliers. That wasn’t why I chose it – it was the only one I had that was a medium and I sure as hell didn’t want her in anything too baggy. Then I carefully passed it round the door to her, acting the perfect gentleman, and told her I’d make another pot of tea.

I rushed down the stairs, tucking down my cock as I went, and put the kettle on. I must have given her bra a good soaking with the shower too because when she came down a couple of minutes later there was no sign of it. The little T-shirt could barely restrain those marvellous missiles. A couple of inches of her bare, pale stomach showed through over her leggings. Her chubby arms only added to the picture.

“I think it’s a bit small,” she said.

“Small? You look fantastic Sandra,” I replied quickly. “That’s how all the women wear their T-shirts now, isn’t it? Come and have some tea to warm you up — and we’ll try to avoid any more spills.”

She walked across the kitchen to fetch her steaming hot cup of tea, laughably self-conscious about those beautiful tits sticking out in front of her. I stared at them openly as she approached.

She stood in front of me, waiting for me to pass her the mug, and I decided that enough was enough. I’d played the babbling fool for long enough and it was time to step things up. Do or die and all that stuff, Pete.

I passed her the cup, and let loose a long, sad sigh. “Shit,” I said.

“What’s the matter? I didn’t mean this to happen,” she said, looking up at me as though I was blaming her for what happened in the bathroom.

“Sandra, Sandra, you’ve not done anything wrong. I just don’t know if this is going to work.”

“What? What work?” she asked.

“Me, us, you, you working here. I don’t know,” I said. “And it’s my fault entirely. Can’t you see what effect you’re having on me. I’ve been babbling like an idiot since you walked in the door. I’ve become a clumsy fool. What do you reckon I’d be like if you were here every morning, walking around with your duster?”

“Oh,” she said.

“But it’s my problem, not yours Sandra. You deserve this job, you’re perfect for it – and it’s not your fault if some guy 15 years older than you can’t help himself when you’re around. And I couldn’t, I know that. It’s all I can do to stop myself taking you into my arms right now.”

She stood there in front of me. She was almost still but for a slight quiver of the chest. Her nipples were stiffening behind that flimsy white T-shirt. One, two, three seconds, I counted, and she was still just staring at me. I knew I had her.

Gently, I lifted my hand to her face and brushed aside a lock of hair. “You’ve got no idea, have you, what you’re doing to me, Sandra. Since the moment you walked through that door I’ve wanted to touch you, to kiss you, to run my hand over…”

I moved my hand down her chubby little cheek, past her neck and slowly traced a line until my right palm was lightly cupping her left breast. Still, she didn’t move.

I took a step in towards her, touched her left cheek with my other hand, and leant in to kiss her. I know I called her lips pudgy earlier, but they felt pretty good as they opened gently and we began to kiss. My right hand moved around to her waist and pulled her into me. Those stunning pointy breasts pressed into my stomach. My tongue gradually worked its way into her mouth and met her sweet-tasting tongue.

I moved my head back a few inches and asked her: “I’m almost too frightened to ask. Do you feel the same way?”

“Yes, I think so,” she said.

I kissed her again, combing my hand through her hair and pulling her tightly against me. Those tits felt absolutely fucking amazing and my hand dropped down to grope her beautiful big fat arse.

I broke off and smiled at her broadly. “Then I think you might have to start straightaway, Sandra. We’re going to be very busy over the next couple of weeks.”

To Be Continued…

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My senior year in high school, a newly legal adult, I had a steady girlfriend but no real boyfriends, just semi-boyfriends. Fuck friends, really.

Late one afternoon, when we thought the football field was deserted, I was standing under the bleachers with one of these semi-boyfriends. There was nothing semi-hard about his cock, though! It was out of his jeans and I was jacking him off, while his hand was down my shorts.

I sometimes think about how we must have looked, two healthy young specimens in the throes of impromptu, random lust.

His long, talented pianist’s fingers were turning my shaved pussy to butter, and I was gyrating on his hand like an exotic dancer. Trying to be quiet, I was humming my ecstasy: “Hmm! Hmm hmm hmm HMM! HMM! Hmm hmm!”

Meanwhile, he was humping my hand and grunting, nostrils flaring, droplets of precum flecking the grass from his spitting prickhead.

I remember we both were wearing the same nerd-club T-shirt. He was a skinny boy (other than his dick), and his shirt hung on him, as did the open flannel shirt he wore over it. I filled my shirt out nicely (still do), and my nipples were like bullets.

That’s how we were when we got busted.

“Hey!” boomed a male voice. “Come out of there!”

“Oh, shit!” we both hissed at once, and sprang apart, as if the other were suddenly radioactive. I was better off than my poor semi-boyfriend; I was, after all, totally clothed, even if my dolphin shorts were now plastered to my sopping wet cunt. While my boy struggled to zip up his jeans without castrating himself, I just hopped from sneakered foot to sneakered foot, plucking at my camel toe, and watching Coach C. stomp toward us, ducking his head to navigate the underside of the bleachers.

“Y’all got no business being under here,” Coach said, glaring at both of us but mostly at my boy, whose jeans were now zipped but whose cock bulge jutted across his hip at a painful angle. “What were you up to?” he demanded of us, as if it weren’t just as obvious as the boy’s cock and my nipples. “Not dealing drugs, I hope?”

“No, sir!” we both squeaked, me because I was terrified of going to prison and him probably because of his constricted hard-on.

“Uh-huh,” Coach said, hands on hips, as he looked from the boy to me and back again.

Coach C. was not one of my coaches, but ours was a small school, so of course I knew him. He was (and is) your basic big, muscled, bullet-headed tough guy of uncertain age. I always had found him cute, in part because of his easygoing manner. He joked with everyone and carried his 6-foot-5 bulk lightly and gracefully, at least in the corridors and classrooms and at dances. He had a Dwayne Johnson sort of vibe. The look he gave me was much more sympathetic, sort of a mix of disgust and sympathy, than the look of hatred he gave Piano Boy.

He barked Piano Boy’s name and said, “Get lost.”

“Yes, sir,” Piano Boy said, and fled at a run, his flannels flapping behind him. He didn’t even look back.

Coach shook his head, turned to me, and said, “See how much he’s worth? He didn’t even take up for you.”

I said nothing, just bit my lip and looked at the ground.

Coach sighed and said, “Gonna give you the Speech now.” He reminded me of all that I had going for me and all the hopes my family had for me and how close I was to graduation and how foolish I would be to throw it all away and to be led astray by lowlifes who didn’t deserve me and were just trying to take advantage istanbul escort of my innocence, yadda yadda.

I wondered why the boy, too, didn’t get the Speech, and I reflected ruefully that if anything, I was LESS innocent than the poor scared-shitless guy whose precum was at that moment a dried film on my hand – but I said nothing.

Finally Coach sighed again and said, “End of speech. You hear me, Jean?”

“Yes, sir,” I said.

“OK, then,” he said. “Won’t write you up this time. You can go on home.”

I cleared my throat. “Um, Coach? I think my ride, uh, already left.”

I pointed with my precum hand in the direction my boy had gone. Coach looked embarrassed.

“Oh,” Coach said. “Oh, OK. Well, don’t worry. I can give you a ride home.”

For a few paces, the silence was awkward, until he started asking me about school stuff, and we fell into something resembling a normal conversation. For me, it wasn’t quite normal for several reasons.

Two of them were my nipples, which still were standing at attention; I was acutely aware of the T-shirt fabric rubbing across them, stimulating them, keeping them erect and hopeful.

Also, I was still wet as a swamp inside my shorts, and this was increasingly evident as I walked fast, trying to keep up with the coach, and anyone who was looking would have seen that my shorts weren’t moving the way shorts normally would move at that pace. They were retreating into my cunt.

This didn’t help me get any less horny. In fact, I felt like I was on fire, might cum just from climbing the stone stairs to the parking lot, so overstimulated were all my princess parts.

And as I glanced nervously sideways, trying to evaluate whether Coach C. had noticed any of this, I convinced myself that he had at least a half-mast hard-on inside his khaki shorts. There was definitely a package lurching around in there, and the package, as I glanced at it, was getting bigger.

How long, I wondered, had Coach watched us beneath the bleachers, before he said something?

Finally we reached Coach’s tank-sized SUV, all alone in the far corner of the mostly deserted lot (he had parked across three spaces), and I was greatly relieved to slide into the front passenger seat and stop all that walking, though my shorts slid up farther than propriety might have dictated. I didn’t dare try to adjust them, though.

As Coach C. asked me for directions and steered expertly onto the highway, I glanced at his lap and saw his package was bigger than ever, like the guy had some sort of mail-order military flashlight pushing up the front of his khakis. I stared at the summit and tried to convince myself that I was looking at a small indentation, like the dimple of the piss slit at the end of a prick.

“That guy your boyfriend?” asked the dimple’s owner, and I hastily looked away and out the window.

“Just a friend,” I said.

“Friends are great,” Coach C. said, “but you have to be careful.”

A brief silence fell.

“Do you have a boyfriend?”

“No, sir,” I replied, thinking, not like you mean, I don’t.

“You go out much? I mean, are you dating?”

And from there, all his questions, all our conversation, was basically about my social life – indeed, about my sex life, though he was too polite (and too smart) to say so explicitly. This looks creepier, as I type it, than it seemed at the time. I was touched that he was taking an interest in me, and I viewed this as an extension escort bayan of the sterner talking-to I got under the bleachers.

Besides, I was horny as a bitch, and Coach could have steered the fucking truck with that hundred-yard hard-on in his pants.

So I started to get ideas.

I started to wonder how far I could push things, in the twenty minutes or so left of the trip to my house.

“Well, Coach,” I finally said, “I guess I’m just trying to get some experience, any way I can. Before I go off to college, y’know? If I show up on State’s campus ignorant, I mean, some hick girl they can take advantage of, they’re liable to chew me up and spit me out. I want to know what I’m doing.”

And as I said all this, and more like it, adopting a sort of cool-chick bravado, I lifted both my sneakered feet and rested them on the seat in front of me, against my hot thighs, my knees in the air over the dashboard.

I pretended my left sneaker, the one closest to Coach C., needed retying, so as I worked on that, I squirmed a little so that my shorts went even farther up into my crack, exposing even more of my thigh on his side.

Instead of retying the shoe, I untied it, dropping it onto the floor, leaving only my little ankle sock on my left foot. I returned that foot to the floor but kept my right knee raised, and spent more time fussing with the laces of my right shoe, knowing that I was exposing even more of Miss Jean’s hot young flesh to the Coach’s gaze than before.

I yakked on, still squirming my shorts up a little higher, a little deeper.

The Coach had fallen silent, and people were passing us, because he was no longer driving even close to the speed limit.

Done with the right shoe, I kicked it off into the floorboards. Feeling giddy with horny daring, I unbuckled my seat belt, picked up my left foot, and swung around so that my back was to the passenger door, my knees in the air. I was facing the Coach and his great big blow-the-whistle cock, and when he looked my way – and oh yes, he was definitely looking my way, and not at my face – he was facing the sopping crotch of my dolphin shorts, which had so ridden up that the fabric was taut across my pussy lips like a swimsuit.

The truck began to chime DING! DING! DING! because my seatbelt wasn’t fastened.

“I guess what I’m saying, Coach,” I told his cock, “is that I’m not as innocent as you think I am.”

“Uh, Jean,” Coach C. told my cunt, “you need to put your belt back on, honey.”

“Hell,” I said, “I’m not even as innocent as Piano Boy thinks I am.”

And I slid both my sock-clad feet under his right thigh, toes wiggling against his hairy leg like I was trying to warm them.

“Oh, Jesus,” Coach C. sort of whispered, as he signaled for a right turn and veered off the highway, into the parking lot of one of our local parks, which was mostly shady woods.

DING! DING! DING!

“But I like talking to you,” I continued, as I trailed the sock-clad big toe of my right foot along his thigh, from the knee down to the straining hem of his shorts, and then beyond, to the tumescent heat of his crotch, which I swear lurched up to meet me.

“I like this, too,” I said, as I pressed against his big cock with my little foot.

“God damn!” he moaned. “You horny little bitch.”

Through the khaki shorts and my cotton socks, his cock was like a hot, heavy pipe against my instep, unyielding as I slid my foot up and down. I thought it would burn escort istanbul me, like touching a cannon.

“I’m tired of boy cock, Coach,” I told him. “I want man cock.”

Coach C. about wrecked the car pulling into an empty parking lot, under the trees at the far end. He didn’t turn off the engine – in case a quick escape was needed, maybe – but he put the truck in park, disengaged his own belt buckle, which whipped back against the door with a clank, and clawed at the front of his shorts like a horny teenager beneath the bleachers.

“Anytime you want a man’s cock, baby,” he panted, tugging down the zipper, “you just cum to Coach.”

I swear he said it “cum,” not “come.”

And there it was, springing up between my feet, a magnificent pole of gristle, all veined and circumcised and dewy-tipped and mushroom-headed. Later that school year, I’d have plenty of opportunity to measure its 9 inches, in all sorts of ways. But in that moment, what I did was reverse position on the seat, and dive on it, and demonstrate the experience I had claimed by slurping half of Coach’s cock into my sucking mouth.

“Mmmmm!” I hummed.

“Ohhhhhhhh,” he gasped.

I bobbed my head on his hot hydrant, taking another inch on each downstroke until I bottomed out, his hairy balls swelling against my cheek.

“Jesus fuck!” he cried.

He raised up, fucking my throat.

“So good!” he moaned.

I pulled off with a choking wet gasp, drooling over it, and said, “I WAS a cheerleader, you know.”

To that he just grinned and growled, and I went back to work in earnest, sucking in sync with my flailing hand slipping and sliding on his soupy shaft.

He slid his big right hand inside the back of my shorts and began filling my holes with his fat sausage fingers, screwing them alternately into my assbud and my cunt.

When he pinched my clit, I came, gleefully sobbing into his hairy balls as he fucked my face on one end and I fucked his fingers on the other.

Finally he started plucking at my chin, like he wanted to lift me off his cock.

“Look out, baby,” he panted, “you’re gonna make me cum!”

“Mmm-HMM,” I said, and swatted his hand away and swallowed him again, just as he grabbed the back of my head and busted his nut down my throat, then flooded my mouth, then spunked my face as I pulled off, gasping and choking and laughing.

Believe it or not, after we somehow cleaned ourselves up enough to be halfway presentable, he talked the rest of the drive home about how wrong this had been, how he had been wrong to take advantage of me, how we never must do this again, though he always would remember it as a highlight of his life, yadda yadda.

A few nights later, of course, we were back in the park, and I was straddling him in the back seat of the SUV, his big dick spreading my cunt so wide, his big hands mauling my ass, his stubbly face barking my skin as he sucked my tits like a baby, and I felt like a total whore and came, and came, and came.

Coach wanted me to talk filthy, and I did. Still do, fuckers.

This went on for a couple of months, until graduation. We didn’t tell anyone, of course, and I kept seeing my other friends. After all, Coach had, shall we say, other obligations, and all our time was stolen time.

Interestingly, Piano Boy, who had brought Coach and me together in the first place, kept his distance from me forevermore. I guess he was afraid if he corrupted my innocence further, Coach would kick his ass. I didn’t mind… and he wasn’t wrong, anyway. Not entirely.

When I graduated, Coach and I had our own two-person graduation party. We did it while I was wearing my cap and gown. The cap kept falling off. I didn’t mind that, either.

END

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It was evening, the sun hadn’t quite set yet but it would soon. She was lounging on the couch, her long legs stretched in front of her crossed at the ankles. She had on baby blue shorts that barely covered her ass and a t-shirt that was just a size too big. He had gone out of his way to make sure she felt comfortable and at home since her arrival. It worked and any remaining nerves had melted within the first few days.

On her lap sat a tray with green buds of a decent Sativa strand broken up. Crystals sparkled on top a bright green pile of powdered plant matter. She packed the herb into a bowl and waited for him.

A few minutes later he joined her, his hair was damp from the shower and tousled in a way that she found adorable and sexy at the same time. He was in a t-shirt and jeans. He turned on some music to fill the spaces between their conversation, not that there were many. She offered him a lighter and the bowl with a smile.

He took both and lit the bowl. Bowls being a little harsher to hit it was no surprise to her when he choked. She offered him a drink she had grabbed for this occurrence. He offered her a smile between coughs. Once he took a few gulps of water he handed the pipe back to her and quickly pulled his t-shirt off. She giggled putting the bowl to her lips and lighting it, inhaling deeply and holding it before letting the smoke slip out through her lips.

“Show off.” He muttered light heartedly at her. He took his turn and this time didn’t choke.

Back and forth they passed each hit until the herb was nearly gone. She took a big hit and leaned into him, he understood and pressed his mouth to hers while she blew the smoke to him. Her mouth moved gently against his as he inhaled and when she had exhaled all she had, she gave him a quick kiss and pulled back. He gave her a smirk.

As the high settled in, and they talked about all the mysteries of the universe, she settled her legs across his lap. He immediately started to stroke his fingers up and down her bare skin. She took notice his fingers stopped at the hem of her shorts every time. It was frustrating as she istanbul escort desired his touch the more he gave it to her.

“I’m going to get a refill.” He said standing up and going to get another drink, cotton mouth is a bitch.

Once out of the room she stood and wiggled out of her shorts and sat back down. When he came back in he stopped and gave her a teasing smile as he scanned her legs up to the mound that was covered in pink cloth.

He sat down and pulled her into his lap. All pretenses were gone, they had talked about it before she needed to be able to touch him while her senses were high like this. He reached up and cupped her cheek, she smiled and kissed his palm biting it a little. When she leaned forward to press her lips to his they melted together.

Slowly and sensually their mouths danced together. Fleeting flicks of tongue here and there, a nibble, a gentle suck to the bottom lip. His hands found their way to her breasts, with deft fingers he unhooked her bra and pulled it out from beneath her shirt. He reached back up and traced his fingertips along her breasts before gripping them, massaging them roughly then back to gentle touches. She was breathless.

She leaned back and pulled her shirt off, his eyes immediately skimming along her skin. She took each of his hands and grabbed her breasts firmly with them. She pressed her center down against his rigid manhood, grinding her hips. She wrapped her arms around him, laced her fingers in his hair and pulled his head back to kiss him fiercely.

He groaned into her mouth and slid his hands down to her hips. She took one of them and moved it to her ass. Pressing her bare chest against his, her erect nipples grazing his skin.

She moved a hand from his hair to his throat, she gently applied pressure then a little more. She bit the corner of his chin. He gripped her ass hard.

Standing up she pulled him off the couch and sat in his place pulling her panties down her legs. She spread her legs allowing him to see she was wet despite that they were both high. He raised an eyebrow at her.

“Well escort bayan it’s not going to lick itself.” She said.

Needing no further prompting he dropped to his knees and started licking her pussy. She put her fingers back in his hair controlling his head subtly. Her other hand was along his jaw feeling it move against her. She watched him openly, held his gaze as he slurped her arousal up.

When she felt herself get close she stopped him. Pushing him back onto the floor she straddled his face. He started to reach for her but she pressed him down.

“Not until I say so, right now you just get to watch.” She raised up, cocking her hip to the side so she had a better spread. Reaching between her legs she plunged two fingers inside her smoldering pussy, she pulled them out and wiped them along his mouth.

He licked his lips. There was a fire in his eyes from her boldness, her teasing. Above him she continued toying with her pussy, wet sounds filled his head, her scent made him dizzy. If he could just taste her, she would cum over and over.

Her legs twitched above him and he knew she was getting close. He could not lay here while she came above him, he needed to taste her. Reaching up to grab her hips he waited until she was rigid in anticipation, then pulled her down on his mouth licking her until she came in a rush. She gripped his hair, arched forward and moaned.

“Holy fuck.” He smiled beneath her.

Once satisfied he pulled away and smacked her ass. She stood, her legs visibly shaking as she held her weight. He stood removing his jeans and boxers to join her in the nude. He had intended to fuck her but when she dropped to her knees pushing him onto the couch, how could he say no?

She wasted no time in pulling him into her mouth. With heightened focus she worked her mouth around his cock, her tongue dancing here and there. She sucked and licked and teased until she couldn’t.

She stood straddling him again on the couch, he was poised at her hole ready. She slid herself forward and back across him, her swollen clit teasing the tip of his cock. escort istanbul Her heat radiating onto him. Her slickness sliding easily over him. He placed his hands on her hips.

She rested her hands on his shoulders as she slid herself down onto him. They both moaned as he filled her. Crashing together in a fevered kiss she started to grind against his hips. She settled a rhythm and he helped her control the pace. Big deep thrusts followed by smaller quick ones. Her grinding against him keeping her clit teased. His mouth hot all over her. She leaned into him and moaned against his ear, words of how amazing he felt. He bit her shoulder taking more control as he felt her legs start to buckle.

In deep upstrokes he slammed into her, she doing her best to match him but eventually collapsing against his chest as she started to cum. In a fashion he had come to anticipate, her pussy flooded as she came. He was coated in her.

Quickly moving them so he was on top and had easier controlled movements, he put her legs up on his shoulders and started to drive into her. Her breasts bounced hypnotically. Her face and chest flushed, nipples pulled into hard peaks. Her bottom lip was tightly caught between her teeth. Her breathing came in deep gasps punctuated by moans.

He found the spot that made her shiver and exploited it. Her lip slipped from between her teeth as her mouth fell open into an “O” she sucked in a breath seconds before arching up into him and gripping the carpet.

“Oh my god…” she moaned his name like it was a precious secret.

Hearing his name fall from her lips and watching her cum in a display of such pure sexual energy he knew his orgasm was close.

He kept hitting that spot and she kept responding, it was just as he felt himself get to the edge that she abruptly pressed against him and came again. Her moan came out loud and her fingers gripped at him like he was her lifeline. Her pussy clamped around him and forced the first shot of cum from him. Burying himself as deep as he could he worked his orgasm to an end.

Beneath him she lay panting, her eyes closed. He slowly withdrew and laid next to her wrapping her in his arms. When she opened her eyes he saw a tear trickle down her cheek just before she kissed him with a fire of a whole different kind. He wiped the tear away and kissed her back. Words weren’t needed.

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Vanessa Roland stood in front of the kitchen window, the dishes still only half done in the sink, and decided that a good cry was in order. The tears were spilling down her cheeks before she could stop them, anyway. They wouldn’t have cared whether or not she thought they were in order.

Outside the window, she could see mountains in the distance, and half a dozen big black cows chewing on alfalfa much closer. In her own backyard. How had she gotten here? It wasn’t fair.

She missed the city. She missed her friends. She missed movies and shopping and good restaurants. She missed clean nails and hair that wasn’t pulled up in a utilitarian ponytail.

She didn’t want to be a farmer’s wife. Especially when the farmer wasn’t really a farmer. Carl had a business to run. The ranch was his childhood dream, and he was content to come home to it on weekends and spend his weeks in the city. Vanessa hadn’t decided how to confront the fact that she knew that the apartment he rented was for more than sleeping and showering.

She allowed herself a gulping, hiccupping sob as she remembered the voice that had answered his phone earlier in the week. The very young feminine voice.

And now she was stuck here, in this god awful place, far from everything and everyone that she loved. And she didn’t even have a faithful husband. It just wasn’t fair.

“Mrs. Roland? Are you here?”

Vanessa was torn from her self-indulgent cry. She turned off the water, wiped her hands on the floral apron she’d found in the back of one of the kitchen drawers when they moved in, and walked to the door. Her face was red and blotchy. She knew that without looking in a mirror, but there wasn’t anything she could do about it.

The man standing on her front porch looked like he’d walked out of someone’s cowboy fantasy. Tall, leanly muscular, wearing jeans and a plaid shirt, boots and a cowboy hat. The brim threw his face into shadow. “Can I help you?”

He took his hat off with one hand and held it near his hip. “I’m Jackson Anderson. Your husband asked me to come by and check on you, make sure you didn’t need anything while he was gone.”

“He did?” Had Carl seen this man? His face was amazing. Strong bones, startlingly light eyes, skin that had been weathered by the sun. His hair was dark, and matching stubble colored his cheeks. She wanted to run her hands over his face. She fisted them in her apron instead.

“My farm is down the road. Your husband hired me to take care of his cattle during the week.”

Vanessa raised her eyebrows, anger bubbling up again. “Cattle? Including his wife, huh?”

“Excuse me?”

“That’s what I am to him. A fucking cow that he owns and keeps tucked away during the week, to play with on his days off.”

“Mrs. Roland, I—”

“My name is Vanessa.”

“Vanessa. You need to take a breath, honey. You look like you’re about to pass out.”

She felt it. She leaned against the door jam and tried to do as he said. He took her by the arm and ushered her into her living room. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. I’ve met your husband.”

A slow blush spread over Vanessa’s face. “He’s not that bad…he just—”

“He’s not that good.”

What had Carl said the last time she caught him cheating on her? “It doesn’t mean anything. He just needs things that I can’t give him.”

“Can’t?”

“It doesn’t usually bother me so much. When we lived in the city, I had things to distract me. Now all I have is the damn cows.” She laughed, but it sounded more like a sob.

Jackson led her to the couch, and she sat, looking up at him. He had a really good mouth. Amazing mouth. A complete foil for the hardness of the rest of his face. “I can’t imagine what he’s getting somewhere else that he couldn’t have right here.”

Vanessa didn’t know how to explain it. Or why she would even consider trying to explain the sexual component of her marriage to a stranger. “He loves me.”

Jackson sat next to her. Close to her, so that she could feel the summer sun that had stored its energy in him while he stood outside. She thought he was going to argue with her. Instead he reached one big hand out and smoothed it over her hair. His fingers caught in the clasp holding it back into a ponytail, and he tugged at it.

Her hair fell over her shoulders and halfway down her back in a mess of neglected honey blonde curls. Jackson dug his fingers into it, his hands cupping the back of her head, and lowered his face until his perfect mouth covered hers.

His kiss was hot, demanding. He held her head, and tilted her face up to him. Her lips parted for his tongue. He moved one hand down to her waist and tugged her into his lap.

“Wait a minute.” She leaned back, but settled her legs around him instead of getting off his lap. “I can’t do this.”

He reached for her again, this time his thick fingers moved with surprising grace over her dress buttons. She tried to breathe as he undid them to her waist. His fingertips brushed against her bare skin and took her breath ataköy escort away.

Work-roughened hands slip over her shoulders, under her dress, and eased the soft, light cotton down until from the waist up all she wore was a white cotton bra. He bent his head and kissed her neck, sending a rush of heat to her core.

She felt good for the first time in so long that it was impossible to try very hard to stop Jackson. He slipped his thumbs under her bra straps and tugged on them until they hung loose over her shoulders. His kiss moved from her neck down one shoulder as his fingers flicked open the clasp between her breasts.

Her full breasts spilled out of their confinement, and a low, deep growl rumbled through Jackson. She had the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. Carl Roland was the biggest fool he’d ever heard of. If this woman were his, he would never let another man near her, much less hire one to make sure she was happy while he worked in the city and screwed little girls who were less than half the woman his wife was.

Her body was like a luscious gift. Her waist was narrow under his hands as he bent forward and sucked one of her berry-sized nipples into his mouth. Her hips were full and round in his lap, and they tilted forward as she reacted to his pull on her nipple.

“Please—” Vanessa wasn’t sure what she was asking for. More, or for him to stop. His fingers plucked the nipple he wasn’t sucking, and she slid her hips forward until she felt his cock through his jeans against her pussy. The bulge was startlingly large and hard. “Please.”

He pulled harder on her nipple, his teeth biting into the tender flesh, and the spark of pain was like a livewire to her clit. She felt her panties dampening as her body responded violently to him. She put her hands to the back of his head, letting her fingers tangle in his black hair.

His moved his hands behind her waist and pulled the tie on her apron, then lifted the hem of her dress and she raised her arms over her head so he could take it off of her. She started to work on his shirt buttons, wanting to see the heavily muscled chest she could feel under it. He helped her, shrugging out of his shirt once the buttons were undone. She grabbed the hem of his white t-shirt and tugged impatiently at it. He laughed, a slow rumbling that moved his cock against her, and took his shirt off.

His chest was broad and strong, a patch of dark hair swirled over it, narrowing to a peak that disappeared into his jeans. She wanted to see all of him, her fingers slipped down between them and caressed the huge shape of his cock through far too much clothing. He was large, more than large. He stood her up off of his lap and stood himself.

When he was naked in front of her, his cock was more amazing that she’d thought it would be. It stood between them as hard as iron, too thick for her fingers to reach around. Kneeling down was a reflex that she could no more stop than she could stop her heart beating.

He put his hands back in her hair and led her forward until the smooth, fat head of his cock was against her lips. She swirled her tongue around it, tasting the salt of his precum. He pressed against the back of her head and the tip of his cock pushed into her mouth, stretching her lips and sliding along her tongue until it hit the back of her throat and she gagged slightly. She had barely half of his cock in her mouth.

She tried to move her head back, to fuck his cock with her mouth, but he held her still. Instead of moving back, he pushed forward. Her green eyes looked up at him with alarm, but he was relentless. He had to feel those lips around the base of his cock. He knew she could take it, and was determined to show her how far she could go.

She gagged a little and he stopped, waited for her to start breathing through her nose, and for her fingers to tighten on his hips, for her to push a little forward on her own before he pressed deeper.

Her tongue danced against the underside of his cock, sending sparks to his head. Her eyes never left his as he pushed her down on his cock, taking her mouth until he owned it. A rush of primal need pounded against him when he finally felt her mouth around the very base of his cock, her nose pressed into his groin. She was his. His.

He finally dragged her back, his fingers tangled in her hair. When only the head of his cock was in her mouth, he started pushing her down again. Using her mouth like a cunt, enjoying the wet heat of it. She tried to push her mouth faster down, and he felt a thrill at her small show of greed.

He pushed his cock several more times into her throat, felt her nose pressed to his flesh, and then finally let his cock head pop from her lips. He pulled her from her knees and held her against him. She was shaking as she buried her face against his shoulder and wrapped her arms around his waist.

“You’re such a good girl, Vanessa. So good.” He petted the back of her head, his other hand slid down the small of her back to her perfect ass. “You’re my bakırköy escort good girl.”

His words made her insides feel tight and hot. Like she’d been waiting her whole life to be this man’s good girl. Her throat was raw and sore, but nothing could take away the pride she felt. She’d taken his cock, all of it. Carl was half his size and she’d never been able to take his cock the way she just took Jackson’s.

Oh god. She was a whore. A common slut. She felt like she was being torn apart from the inside out.

He held her away from him, looked down into her face. “What is it?”

She didn’t mean to tell him, but somehow was compelled to anyway. “Only a whore would do what I just did.”

“I won’t have you talking about yourself that way, Vanessa.”

She shook her head, her body shaking against him. “It’s true.”

She was slipping away from him, and he had to do something to snap her out of it. Instinctively, he knew that a physical release of her anxiety would help. That pain would refocus her attention and break the cycle of destructive thoughts.

He turned her so that her back was to him and walked her to the wall next to the front door. His hands slid down her arms and took her hands, lifted them and pressed them against the wall, held them there for a minute while he bent to kiss the back of her neck.

“You are not a whore, Vanessa. You’re a beautiful, sensual woman who deserves to have her needs met.” She shook her head slowly. “I’m not.”

He brought his hand down with a shocking smack against her ass. She yelped, but didn’t move. She couldn’t have if she wanted to, he had her wrists in one hand and one of his feet hook around hers, keeping her legs spread wide. His big hand stung her sensitive skin, pushing the breath out of her. “You area good girl. I won’t have you thinking otherwise.” His hand came up and down again quickly, sending a sharp pain through her. Her pussy reacted so strongly that for a minute Vanessa thought she might faint. She arched her back, lifting her ass higher.

Jackson watched her react. Saw the sensual woman push past the fear and self-recrimination. She was the most basically, naturally sexual woman he had ever known. Her ass was perfect, round and firm, and now had a pretty pink tint.

He brought his hand down on it again, and heard her moan. He lifted an eyebrow and did it again, and then reached his fingers between her legs, sliding them along her slit and finding the edge of her hole. She was so wet. Drenched, dripping, her hole was so tight, and needy.

She pushed her hips forward, trying to make him push his finger into her. He obliged her, sliding one finger deep. She pushed her forehead against the wall and cried out.

He moved behind her, no longer able to deny himself the feel of that tiny, tight hole around his cock. She opened her legs obediently when he pushed against them, and whimpered when he slid a second finger into her cunt. Finally he pulled them out and put both hands on her hips, his cock found her slick, hot hole like a lost horse finds home.

She cried out, arching and pushing back as he entered her. She stretched around him like a virgin, and he knew that she’d be neglected in more ways than one. He pushed his hips forward, taking her slowly and relentlessly.

Vanessa felt herself fragmenting, dissolving into a million pieces as Jackson took her. How had she lived so long without this? He held her around the waist and pulled her on to him, manipulating her for his pleasure. His long, thick shaft reached parts of her that had never been touched.

She was cumming before she was ready, going off like the fourth of July when she hadn’t nearly had enough. His cock was thick enough to rub against her clit with every deep, slow thrust, and she couldn’t stop the result.

Her cunt closed around him, tightening almost painfully, and he held her while she came. Her head rested back against his shoulder and he moved one hand up to brush her hair back from her cheeks. He pulled out slowly, even though his cock complained bitterly at the idea of leaving its tight spot.

He wanted her in a bed, on her back, her legs over his shoulders. She took his hand, as if reading his mind, and led him down a hallway. Her bedroom was simple. A large bed and a dresser, nothing else. The bed had a white comforter on it and several feather pillows, and a white curtain billowed in from the open window.

She lay on back on the bed, and Jackson felt a gut-deep reaction to taking this woman in her bastard husband’s bed. He kneeled over her and took her face in his hands. “I want you to remember this, Vanessa. Every time he takes you here, I want you to think about me.”

She opened her thighs for him. Lifted her hips in invitation. He pushed her legs up, over his shoulders, so that she was completely open and exposed to him. Her pussy was beautiful. Its perfect smoothness was a testament to the sexual woman that had been smoldering beneath her surface. He could imagine her sitting on the edge of her tub, her fingers teasing and exploring while she slathered her husband’s shaving cream over her beautiful cunt and drew his razor across it.

He put his hands under her hips and lifted, needing to taste her sweet honey. She would taste sweet, he knew even before his tongue wrapped around her swollen clit. He moved one hand, his finger circling the rim of her asshole as he fucked her with his tongue.

She tightened her hips when he pushed the tip of his finger into her ass, a groan that was half pleasure and half alarm filled the room. He lifted his head and shushed her, his finger not stopping its exploration. When she relaxed, he went back to her cunt.

Vanessa felt suspended in some kind of other world. All she felt was his hands on her, his mouth on her, and his finger doing something that she’d never let her husband do. It dipped more deeply into her asshole and she moaned loudly. He wrapped his mouth around her clit and sucked lightly until she felt her whole body giving over to him.

Finally he pulled away and his body was between her legs, the movement brought her legs up high and he moved his hands up to her ankles, spreading her wide. He looked down at her cunt, watched himself sliding into her. He was so big, so thick, she could hardly breathe as he pushed into her.

He was going to fuck her hard. She knew it like she knew her own name. She reached behind her and grasped the bars of her headboard, lifting her hips in invitation of the inevitable.

Jackson rested her legs against his shoulders and took her wrists in one hand, forcing her to keep her hold on the headboard. The other went to her throat, not hurting her, but holding her so that she was forced to look at him, to watch his face while he fucked her.

“You are mine, Vanessa. Every time he fucks you, I want you to remember that you are mine.”

She nodded silently, her eyes wide and brilliantly green.

He pushed deep, his cock bottoming out and bringing a cry from her lips. He pulled out and pushed in deep again, needing to hear that little cry over and over.

“Say my name. I want to hear you say my name while I fuck you.”

“Jackson.” The word came out like a prayer. “Jackson.”

His cock slipped in and out, his hips pushing against her, her legs wrapped around his shoulders. His. Every thrust claimed her. His.

He tightened his grip around her neck slightly when she tried to turn her head, to look away. “No. Look at me, Vanessa. Look at how good you make me feel.”

He pulled his cock out of her cunt, and her desperate, desolate moan washed over him. He moved his hand from her throat, sliding it between her ass and the mattress and tilting her hips up so that he had access to her tightest hole. All of her would be his.

She knew what he wanted, and was both terrified and exquisitely excited. She wanted him to know that she could please him, could give him everything he wanted. She wasn’t the tight little prude her husband thought she was. She was a fully sexual being, and if he wanted her ass, she could take it.

But he was so big, so hard. She had to work to relax when she felt his fingers rubbing her juices into her puckered little hole. They eased inside, loosening her, and then she felt the thick, smooth head of his cock at the entrance. His fingers went into her cunt, curled against her g-spot as he pushed against her puckered hole hard, then harder.

She screamed when his head opened her, he felt a shudder up his spine when he was finally in her ass. He took her slowly, slowly, savoring every second. Her cunt was dripping wet, her clit a swollen little treasure. He circled it with his thumb, his fingers rubbing against her sponge-y g-spot. He wanted her to squirt for him, coating him with her juices as he fucked her tiny little ass.

He wanted to make sure that she could not separate pleasure from him. That every time she touched herself, or her husband touched her, his face, his hands, his cock were in her mind.

She lifted her hips slightly, her knees were nearly to her shoulders, her hair spread around her in reddish-gold curls. She was like an angel, a beautiful perfect angel. His beautiful perfect angel.

“I want you to say my name when you come. Scream it.” She turned her face so that her cheek was against the mattress and he pushed into her harder, getting her attention. “Look at me, Vanessa.”

She turned back to him. His cock was buried deep in her. His balls were tight against her, and they throbbed, full and heavy. He flicked his fingers over her g-spot, felt it swelling, and rubbed it faster, a little harder. She bucked, her eyes wide but not turning from him.

His name tore from her lips as juices squirted out of her and her hips bucked up. Her body tightened around him, his cock squeezed by her anal muscles.

He didn’t cum. Not yet. But it was a close thing. His balls ached, he could feel his seed hot in his shaft. He pulled out slowly, torturing himself, until he popped out of her asshole with an audible sound. She lay on the bed, limp and used, exhausted. But he still needed her. He needed her to find a reserve of strength, just for him. He needed to take more than she’d ever given before.

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Author’s Note: So here we are again. I thought that I might have more to this story, and now there certainly is. When we last left off our unnamed protagonist had enjoyed some late morning delight with the chubby Goth girl who worked behind the counter at music store in the mall. He did get the girl, but found himself desiring something that she wasn’t quite ready to give to him on that day. We pick up later on. This story might run a little longer than some. Sorry, but that’s just how it flowed out. I hope you enjoy.

It had been over a week since my little rendezvous with Brianna. She hadn’t called, but girls can be difficult that way. Their version of proactive could be expecting you to be proactive. There was plenty to do at work, and I was still chipping away at some classes for my degree. I did find myself wondering if she had gotten into trouble at work. That perhaps someone had seen us. It seemed unlikely to me.

On Tuesday instead of going to the gym I headed over to the mall to check up on my chubby Goth girl. As I entered the store I immediately saw that Brianna was not the one with her ass on the stool. This was a different girl: a little thinner than Brianna, but still plump in a pleasing way.

This one had bleach blonde hair that was straightened, and had been cut to the hang just above the nape of her neck. She had a bit more of a tan than Brianna, a more realistic “Cali girl”, but she also wore a ton of dark make up under and around her eyes.

“Hey,” she said, seeing me come in. “Can I help you find anything today?”

She had one of those voices that was almost boyish in its depth, but still found a way to be cute and feminine.

“Just lookin’ around,” I said. “I thought that Brianna might be working today.”

“No, she’s off. She’s been acting weird. I think she met a guy or something.”

“That happens,” I said. “So, what’s your name?”

“Kendra. Why?”

I told her my name.

“Well, nice to meet you. Let me know if I can help you find anything.”

She seemed a little uncomfortable. That was okay; I got it. I had to ask myself though: what was I doing? I was still mainly interested in Brianna, right? Kendra was something else entirely. There was something old fashioned and grunge about her. She was wearing a flannel shirt over a tight black t-shirt depicting another band I didn’t know. The band didn’t interest me, but the mounds of flesh beneath the shirt did. Her breasts didn’t seem as big a Brianna’s, but I somehow I knew they’d be a treat.

“When will Brianna be in next?” I tried not to be too obvious about my checking Kendra out.

“Well,” she stalled. “Technically I can’t give out that info. Company policy tries to protect us against creepers and stuff.”

She looked at me with those pale blue eyes hiding beneath their fortress of make-up. Then she said: “You’re the guy, huh?”

“What?”

“Don’t fuck with me,” said Kendra. “Brianna talks to me.”

When she looked at me there was such a familiar feeling about it. Like she was some neighbor’s daughter who I was never supposed to look at in a sexual way, but just couldn’t help it.

“And what does she say?”

“She fucked you here in the store,” said Kendra. “When she first told me I thought that she was bullshitting. Most of her sex-life has been battery-powered since middle school. But she kept going on. She really likes you.”

“Well, that’s good.”

“And now you’re hitting on me, you fucker.”

“Whoa…I didn’t—”

“—cut the shit. I see how you’re looking at me. Do you like our look or something?”

“To be honest: yeah, I do. It really turns me on.”

“Perv,” she said. Then she shrugged. “The thing is though…I haven’t had much action for a while either and if what Brianna says is true…”

“I don’t know—”

“—you chased her naked to this counter and finished in her doggy style while she was on the phone with Dianne. Right?”

“Well, in a way that happened.”

“I fuckin’ knew it. She couldn’t have been lying. You made her cum. That’s what really makes the different for a girl, you know?”

“I suppose.”

Damn this girl was right to the point in a brutal way. That was so damned refreshing. Where were girls like this when I was in High School?

“So…if you’re that good,” she said. “Maybe you and I could…”

I was waiting for Kendra to finish the sentence when an arm encircled mine from behind.

“Hey Brianna,” said Kendra. “Surprise seeing you in here.”

My chubby Goth girl had fully entwined and claimed me.

“Yeah,” said Brianna. “I was in the area and shit if I didn’t find my new boyfriend here.” She looked at me in such an innocent way.

I had obviously moved up the social ladder. I was now an “official” type of man.

“A real boyfriend?” said Kendra. “I’m so happy for you.”

“I’m glad you are. So, we’re going to go out for some lunch.” Brianna was already pulling me away. “See you later, Kendra.”

I waved a little goodbye to my newest Goth girl. She stuck her tongue out at me. I was so turned on at that point.

Brianna istanbul escort moved us out of the store and down the row of other shops before she said another word.

Then she let me have it: “What the fuck were you doing talking to her?”

“I was looking for you.”

“Yeah right. I bet you fucking loved talking to her. You wanna fuck her, huh?”

“That’s a little hostile,” I said.

“I knew it. And here I thought you wanted me.”

She pulled away from her. I put my arms around her wonderfully plump self. “I do,” I said. “How can I prove it to you?”

She pouted. “I don’t know…buy me lunch.”

“Done. What else?”

“Ice cream.”

How can anyone not like how girls think? “And what do you want to do afterward?” I kissed her neck.

“You’ll treat me like a queen?” she asked.

“Always.”

She took a deep breath, and then sighed. “If you treat me like a queen then maybe you can get what you wanted.”

I put my mouth to her ear. “You mean your ass?”

I wanted her to say it. There was nothing like having a girl confirm your sexual desires out loud.

“Yes,” she said almost begrudgingly. “If you really want it. I don’t know why.”

How could I explain something like that? A woman wouldn’t get it. For a guy it was the road less traveled. The path that was almost always denied. I had known girls who had immediately denounced any interest I may have had in their ass other than looking at it, and maybe touching it.

I kissed her softly in the middle of the mall.

“It means a lot to me,” I said.

“You’re weird. If you really want it though.”

I did. Brianna and I left the mall, and went down the street to a chain restaurant, and I bought her everything she wanted. Sometimes I think that being a girl’s boyfriend is kind of like being a different version of her father at times. I’m sure this isn’t true for everyone, but it seems to be the case with the girls that I’m with. Kendra was still there in my mind, but the thought of getting Brianna’s ass was too good to be true. You just don’t know how much you really want it until you’re the guy about to get it.

After the ice cream, we ended up down the street from the mall at an apartment complex across the street. Brianna told me that she lived there with her sister Samantha. I couldn’t wait to meet her if Brianna was any indication of their look. That reminded me of what Kendra said. I suppose that I did have a kink for these women. At least I could be honest about it.

Brianna’s apartment was surprisingly mundane. It was very neat aside from a side table by the door where she and her sister dumped the stuff they took with them or brought back every day. It was littered with receipts and mint candies from restaurants and various other things like flyers and coupons.

“Our parents help us a lot with the rent,” she said, throwing her small purse and the contents of her one pocket on the table by the door.

“One of us cleans every day and we try to do anything that makes a mess at someone else’s house. That way we don’t hear any complaints from the parental units.”

I told her it was a good idea.

“So like make yourself at home”, said Brianna. “I’m going to use the bathroom. It’s down there.” She pointed and then was off to use it.

I took a moment to examine the space. They had several framed posters of bands I didn’t know. Some of those were signed and even had the adjoining ticket stubs from that particular show. The other wall decorations looked to be promos that Brianna likely brought home from the store. One wall had the family pictures. I saw a photo of Brianna with a slightly older girl. This one had longer hair: black with red highlights, but the plumpness and Goth look were a shared trait. They looked very much alike, and I knew that it must have been Samantha. Kendra was put even farther back in my mind as I considered Brianna’s sister.

Brianna was certainly taking her time in the bathroom. I’d already heard the toilet flush twice. Perhaps that was an inkling of what she was doing, but I chose to be surprised. The couch looked alright so I sank down into it and waited.

When Brianna finally came out she had one of those girly-scented atmospheres about her. They smell good, but can be rather intense at first. Still, it wasn’t like I was going to start complaining.

She was wrapped up in a purple bathrobe. I could tell that she had nothing on underneath it. My cock was already stirring at the thought of her plump tattoo-covered body.

“Sorry for the wait,” she said. “I wanted to do some prep.”

“Can I ask what for?” I smiled.

“No!” she said, feigning that kind of embarrassment that made her smile uncontrollably.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not sure you’ve even earned it yet. I want to be treated like a queen, remember?”

Brianna leaned back into the couch and waited. She opened her legs beneath her purple robe. That was a pretty obvious hint for me to pick up on.

I slid off the couch, and onto her plush blue carpeting, and was on my knees before her like a supplicant escort bayan to a queen. I could tell from her eyes that she liked the scenario. My hands found her thick legs and felt at them. Her skin was cold at first, but soft and inviting.

I leaned into her, and rested my head atop her thigh.

“Yes?” she asked.

“May I?”

She opened her legs more. The robe opened showing her wonderfully plump pussy. The stubble from last time was gone, and she was baby-smooth. She had washed and the smell of fragrant lotion was there along with the sultry humidity from her inside. Her hot center looked even more inviting than before.

I buried my face in her plump mound and set about eating my chubby Goth girl. She sighed and relaxed into the soft couch. She may as well have been in the swollen lap of luxury. If I can make a girl feel that good then is always worth the effort.

My tongue played at her thick pussy lips like they were old friends. I sank deep inside and felt her acidic and hot velvet interior. My hands dug into her thick thighs to hold myself closer.

As I lapped at her juices, I moved my right hand to her plump belly and tickled her. She giggled—shaking her whole body, and slapped at my hand. I kept at her; my face becoming smothered with the sauce from deep within her. After several minutes Brianna grabbed me by the hair and shook. A surge of her cum issued forth and I lapped it all up.

Brianna took in a deep breath and held it: basking in the euphoria of post-orgasm exhaustion.

I pulled away to get more air. My face was sticky with her goo. She bent forward and kissed me deeply. She licked her juices off of my face.

“Good boy,” she said. “That made me feel fantastic.”

“I’m glad.”

“Sure,” she said sarcastically. “I am though. So, now that you ate my fat little taco, maybe I’m willing to give in. You have to ask me though. I know you want it.”

There was a wicked smile on her face. She knew that she was going to give it to me. Why else had she done the prep work? This was all about satisfying her whims.

“Please let me fuck your ass,” I said. “You’re my queen,” I promised her.

She looked at me as if pondering the loaning of a book to a friend.

“Well, I guess,” she said. “I mean I did give myself and enema and clean myself out. It would be a shame if I didn’t have something stuffed up there today.”

I was a little surprised by her familiarity with the process. “How many times have you done this?” I asked.

“None of your business,” she said. “You’re not married to me.”

“Fair enough.”

“I don’t want it doggy,” she said firmly. “I want to be looking at you, got it?”

“Okay.”

She got up and I followed her into her bedroom. It was much the same as the rest of the apartment but had a bed and dressers. There was a firm cylindrical pillow that she had already put on the bed that would prop her up for easier access. Brianna retrieved a towel that she had set aside and laid it over the bed and the pillow. She then pulled a box out from one of her dressers. This was her sex box and had various things needed for all of her sexual adventures. Brianna explained that it was something that her mom had instructed her and her sister to each put together for themselves.

From inside the box she pulled out a tube of anal lube and a string of condoms.

“Why the condoms?” I asked.

She smiled. “I might want you to stuff it somewhere else before you finish.”

Brianna shrugged off her robe, and climbed onto the bed. The view of her wonderful bubble butt was almost too much. I noted the tattoo of the rose piercing the heart on it as well as the tattoos down her sides and around her middle.

She positioned herself so the towel was beneath her lower half, and the pillow was under her lower back propping her beautiful ass up for me to see. I stole a quick glance at her freshly cleaned asshole and knew it was only a matter of time before I felt it squeezing around my cock.

“Get naked,” she said. “Or you won’t get my hot plump ass.”

I didn’t need any more motivation. My clothes came off in record time, and I made a little pile of them off the side of her room. I figured it would nice not to make a mess.

I jumped into bed with her and put my tongue back onto her creamy cleft. She let me do this for a time, but then grabbed my head with her hands and pulled me up.

“So eager to please,” she said. “Not that I wouldn’t mind you doing that all day.”

“For you I would.”

She giggled. “Tell me: what else would you do to have my ass.”

“What do you mean?”

“Would you eat it?”

She smiled. One of those uncertain smiles as though she feared rejection.

I nodded.

Brianna scooted herself up the pillow more to show her ass to me. I moved my tongue down from her pussy, and buried it in her rear canal without hesitation. It was an odd taste. There were some traces of her pussy juice that had flowed down there along with an almost metallic tang. Her tight anus resisted me, but I kept at it. Brianna’s breathing quickened.

I escort istanbul traced the rose tattoo on her left ass check with my finger as I probed deeper with my tongue.

“Do it,” she said. Her hands grabbed my hair.

She squirmed beneath me. My hands moved to squeeze those fleshy buns as my tongue punched inside of her. It wasn’t gross in any way like some people say. Brianna was clean and having another part of me inside of her was amazing. I did this for a time, but my own need was getting too strong.

I pulled away and Brianna was breathing heavily. It was time to raise the stakes. I found her tube of lubricant and squeezed some onto my finger.

Brianna held herself up by her lower thighs despite the support from the pillow. I prodded her hot starfish gently with the tip of my finger; working the lube around her rim methodically. I pulled out and added more. I also began the slow process of getting her acclimated. She knew what I was doing, and did her best to relax those rear muscles. The fact that she knew the process basically guaranteed that I wasn’t the first guy to enter her rear chamber, but I couldn’t let myself be too disappointed. The previous experience made her more likely to do it, and so many other women immediately forbid any entry once they heard the word “anal”.

“Try two now,” she said. Brianna knew her own body well enough.

“So, I have to ask,” I said as I slid a second finger into her, “Are you expecting your sister any time soon?”

Brianna turned a sidelong glance at me. “Why? Do you want to fuck her too or something?”

“Harsh. I’m just trying to avoid an awkward meeting is all.”

“Sure you are. But, the answer is no. She’s at work. We should have plenty of time if you get those fingers working into me more.”

“Yes, my queen.”

I kept an eye on her asshole, and gradually we had her dilated at what looked to be enough. The wet sliding sounds of my fingers going into her were such a turn on, because I knew that soon it would be my cock sliding in there.

“I think I’m okay now,” she told me.

“You are pretty loose,” I joked.

“Shut the fuck up!”

I laughed a little despite her anger, and eventually she did too. Being so intimate with someone is to invite the full intensity of them for good or bad. Then I leaned over and kissed her plump pussy. All of the effort and focus on her ass had made me forget how wonderful her molten sex was.

“It’s hard for me not to go inside this hole,” I admitted.

“You’ll do it later, now please stuff your cock into my ass.”

I was about to slide it deep inside of Brianna when she grabbed my cock with such force I yelped.

“Condom,” she reminded me.

I sighed, and took a moment to grab one of the condoms she had set aside. I ripped it open and slid it on with ease. I’ve never understood people who have trouble doing it.

Even loosed Brianna’s butt was snug like a good glove as I began sliding into her. The muscle spasms of her sphincter squeezed me tightly. I was only partially inside. From past experience I knew that you have to take your time with anal. A mistake could be very painful and probably forgo any chance of a repeated invitation.

Brianna had some of the breath pressed out of her as I began pushing myself into her. Her eyes were shut for a moment, and she whimpered a little.

“Should I stop?”

“No. Just keeping pushing in. I haven’t done this for a while.”

She looked so sweet to me then.

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

“With your cock in my ass—yeah, I know.”

I pushed inside her more. The condom crinkling between our lubed skins. Brianna was getting used to it slowly.

“The rest,” she told me.

“Are you sure?”

Brianna nodded.

It felt so great to have her soft and warm mass almost folded beneath me. The pillow is the real help when it comes to the approach. Otherwise she would have been tired from having to maintain the position of her legs and ass being spread up. Truth be told: some sex positions were often awkward and uncomfortable, but that was the price you paid for getting off so well.

My rigid cock finally reached home deep within her, and was fully engulfed by Brianna’s hot anal interior.

“Is this what you wanted?” she asked between breaths. “Are you happy now?”

I couldn’t quite lean over and kiss her because of our positioning, so I stoked lovingly at her juicy pussy.

“Happy to be in you,” I said.

“That’s almost charming,” she said with a smile, and I thought that I saw tears in her eyes.

I began to fuck her ass slowly. All the while I kept my left hand on her pussy, and lightly flicked at her clit with my thumb. This made her rock under me. She might not have been getting what I got from the anal, but I wanted to make sure that she was still satisfied.

Our heavy breathing formed a staccato duet that was back and forth with each thrust. We sweat, and soaked in each other’s heat. The very air we breathed was the same, and even our hearts seemed to match. This went on for several minutes until Brianna cried out. My playing with her clit had finally yielded a sweet result. I increased my speed, sensing the crescendo at the end of my pleasure, yet before I could reach it Brianna told me to stop and pull out of her.

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I was twenty five, and he was twenty nine. We were coworkers, and I guess you could say that he was my superior. Was he married? No. But he had been with the same girlfriend for nearly eight years. I would be hard pressed to put my finger on exactly why I liked him, but I did. No, “liked” is the wrong word. “Wanted to fuck his brains out” would have been much, much more appropriate.

Every time he popped his head in to my office, I swear he was flirting with me too. The smiling eyes, lingering glances across my chest, pointless touches on the shoulders, sliding his arm around my waist when we needed to pass one another in the hallway.

On more than a few afternoons I had ended up closing my door under the pretense of an “important phone call,” and would then proceed to spend a good ten minutes fingering myself, imagining that it was his hand drifting under my skirt and stroking my wet pussy.

But nothing happened; until, that is, the annual office Christmas party.

The party took place, as usual, in the bar above our office. What was unusual was that this year, the boss had decided to make it a costume party, which is why I found myself on December 21st, standing next to a Christmas tree, dressed in a short velvet Santa dress and making small talk with some colleagues. That god I also had a sizable glass of wine in hand.

“Wow, Lisbeth, you look great!” Said Shelly, one of the receptionists. She was wearing her normal clothes plus a pair or reindeer antlers, and I had a feeling that her comment was designed to make me feel self conscious rather than flattered. The truth is, I enjoyed dressing up, and it wasn’t a bad opportunity to make a little more than my usual impression on the guys around office. Costumes mean you are allowed to look a bit more slutty than usual, which is why I had opted for the short skirt/low top/high heels Santa look. It seemed to be working too; already I had noticed more than one male colleague offer a hug that lingered just a bit too long.

But there was no sign of Him yet. Probably off at some function with his stupid girlfriend. I sighed and took a sip of wine. I loved the way the red velvet felt against my chest whenever I breathed in deeply, and I could definitely feel the gaze of my boss, who had had his eyes practically glued to my cleavage all evening. He was at least twenty years older; tall, but kind of pot-bellied. And way too old, obviously.

“Hi Liz.”

I spun around. I had been so lost in my train of through that I hadn’t even noticed Him enter. He was decked out in a loose red and white Santa suit, which made him look a little like Billy Bob Thorton in Bad Santa. It didn’t hurt that his eyes always had a naughty gleam, and that his hair was messy and he had a day or two of scruff on his face. Yeah, he did the bad boy thing well. I could feel myself getting wet just looking at him, and it seemed a little like he was trying not to stare at the tops of my luscious breasts, practically popping out of their red and white velvet cups.

Hi there,” I said. “About time you got here.” I gave him a playful slap on the arm, and he responded by pretending to sock me in the shoulder. I noticed that his hand lingered just a second too long on my bare skin.

“I can’t believe I wasn’t here earlier to protect you from this lot,” he said in a low voice, nodding his head toward a group of our coworkers which included our not so subtly leering boss. “That’s some outfit you’ve got on.” He pinched the white, feathery rim of my skirt, nearly putting his fingers on my inner thigh in the process. “Fluffy.”

“I’m just getting into the holiday spirit,” I said. I knew my voice sounded flirtatious, but then again, so did his. We had always had a kind of under-the-current flirtation going on, but never anything this blatant. I couldn’t believe that his hand had just been that close to the red, lacy panties I was wearing. (To complete the whole Christmas get-up, of course).

He ran off to get himself a drink before I had time to ask where the stupid girlfriend was on this particular night.

“Ms. Jones! Glad to see you’ve got yourself into the holiday spirit!”

Ugh. The big man himself. I flashed on a smile. “Hi Mr. Fogston, you too.” He was in the traditional Santa garb, beard and all, which fit his portly composition. The boss gave me a sort of pat/rub on the shoulder, that I’m sure was meant to display some friendly affection for his staff, but just came off as kind of sleazy. I did not need my boss’s fingers anywhere near my bra straps.

My Bad istanbul escort Santa returned at that very moment, and Mr. Fogston, to my immense pleasure, slunk off immediately. Baddie handed me another drink, and we clinked glasses. Then, he lowered his lips to my ear.

“Want to see something interesting?” He murmured.

No, I thought to myself, what I want is for you to hold your lips exactly where they are.

“Sure,” I replied.

“Okay, but we have to go downstairs.”

Our company is located on the twelfth floor of a high rise, and for the Christmas party, we had booked out the restaurant/bar on the floor above. Why was he asking me to go downstairs with him, into our dark, empty office? I tried not to think too much about my much re-played fantasies involving him and me alone together after work, fucking wildly on a conference table.

We walked quickly over to the security door and down the stairs. “Wouldn’t want anyone to see us,” he whispered in my ear. He unlocked the door to our office and ushered me inside, his arm wrapped around my waist a bit more tightly than it needed to be.

Once we were inside, he kept his hand firmly in place, clutching my hip. “This way,” he said, leading me down the row of dark offices.

“I’m getting very excited,” I murmured. And it was true, in more ways than one. His face was close to mine, and he smelled like juniper and orange peel. The silly, floppy Santa hat on his head did nothing to distract from his eyes, which at the moment were staring down at my long legs, as though trying to jump out of their sockets and take a peek under my already short skirt.

“Okay, here we are.”

He lead me into his office. It was completely dark, except for the twinkling lights on a miniature Christmas tree in one corner. I sat down on one of his chairs, and threw my legs onto the desk. I could feel my dress falling down and revealing even more leg. I tapped a black heel against his keyboard. “So what’s this interesting thing you were going to show me?”

He walked toward me slowly, and put one hand on the top of my thigh. Without breaking eye contact, he began rubbing it, moving his hand slowly up my leg and eventually under my skirt. My breathing got heavier, and I was suddenly very aware of how my underwear felt against my dampening pussy. “You cannot go around tempting people with bodies like yours, and expect not to be taken into darkened offices and felt up by leery old men.” He spoke gruffly, and I was so turned on by the scolding tone in his voice.

He put one hand on each of my legs then, easing my thighs slightly apart and moving closer and closer toward my lacy red panties. I had scooted down slightly in the chair, moving closer to his touch. “mmm, your hands are cold,” I chided, softly.

“You’ll soon warm up,” he said. I could see the tip of his cock poking through the silly, red velvet fabric of his Santa costume. By this time his hands had nearly reached my pussy, and I gave a groan of pleasure as he slipped two fingers underneath my panties, and began to explore.

“You really are Bad Santa,” I murmured; a statement he responded to by suddenly shoving two fingers inside me.

“You, miss, are the naughty girl, putting your high heels on office furniture and letting your colleague whom you barely know play with your pussy after hours.”

I just nodded my agreement, basically incapable of speaking now that he had one finger still inside me, one circling my clit, and his other hand working its way down the front of my dress, under my bra, and all around my sizable breasts and small, hard nipples. Still standing, he had now moved his body closer to mine, and I could feel his hard cock pushing into the side of my thigh. I reached over to try and touch it, but he swatted my hand away.

“You’ve been a naughty girl,” he pronounced, his eyes boring into mine. “No present from Santa just yet.”

“Please?” I begged, sticking out my lower lip. I tried unsuccessfully to sit up straighter and make another grab for his cock; he responded to this by pushing me back down, and increasing the pace of his fingers in my pussy. This, along with the way he was playing with my nipples, gave me the need to say, “oh my god, you have got stop, I’m going to come so soon.”

“Good,” he said. Although he didn’t let me touch his cock, he was grinding it against me with more vigour now. I could tell that it was big, and I wanted nothing more than to hold it and stroke it and put it all in my mouth.

“Oh, oh, no, I don’t want to come escort bayan yet, wait, oooo, ah, right there, oh…” My attempts at slowing him down were fruitless, and within a second I was coming, with his fingers still pounding away inside me. “Oh, god, yes!” It occurred to me that all of our coworkers were separated from us by only a thin ceiling, and I was not being at all quiet. At that moment, obviously, I did not care.

It took me at least a minute to get my breathing regular again, at which point I immediately reached over and unzipped his pants, before he could stop me. I stood up from the chair, only to kneel down again in front of him.

“Know what I want for Christmas this year, Santa?” I cooed, pulling his zipper all the way down. I put a hand around his back, and brought my mouth closer to his throbbing cock, which was standing straight up and glistening with a drop or two of pre-cum. I began by licking him all up and down, letting my tongue travel the ridges of his cock, everywhere but the tip. When I glanced up briefly, I could see him looking at me in this really sexy, kind of aggressive way. Even though I had just come (and hard, too), having him in my mouth was starting to get me wet all over again.

“Oh yeah, put it all in your mouth, slutty little Santa’s helper,” he groaned.

So I did. I popped the head of his cock between my lips first, just concentrated on that, then slowly took the rest of him in as well, running my tongue over every inch of it that I could.

“Fuck yeah, suck my dick, suck it,” he groaned. I felt a twinge of surprise at hearing a colleague use the “F” word at work, then realized that, considering the fact that I was on my knees in front of his desk with a cock in my mouth, I really shouldn’t have been astonished by his use of a curse word.

“I always knew you were a dirty one Lizzie.” He was rocking his hips, burying his cock deeper and deeper in my mouth, until I was nearly choking on it. “You like this, huh? You like sucking on my dick? I bet you spent the whole first half of that Christmas party in your slutty red dress, imagining how it would feel to get fucked by someone under the Christmas tree.”

My mouth was too full to respond, so I just moaned as much as I could, and reached out my hand to play with his balls, which made him groan even louder. I shifted them between my fingers, squeezing lightly, still keeping up the rhythm of my tongue and lips sucking on his cock. I could feel him pulsing deeper and deeper, like he was getting ready to come.

He suddenly pulled his cock from my mouth, grabbed hold of my hair and jerked my face upwards. “Not yet,” he said, waving a finger. “As much as I know you want to feel my hot cum all over your face, you’re just going to have to wait.”

By this time my pussy was ever more hot and wet than before, and I was dying to get his cock inside me. Before I could articulate these thoughts to him, he pulled me up from the ground and whispered, “lean against the desk. No, not like that. Turn around.”

I did so. I still had on my Santa’s Little Helper outfit, which I started to remove. “No,” he said. “Leave it on.” Instead, he reached around and popped my breasts out of the top, kneading them and playing with my nipples as he did so. I moaned with happiness; a moan that became even louder when he let go of my breasts with one hand, and used it to slowly pull down my soaking wet panties. He flipped the short red skirt over my pert ass and began fingering my slit again.

“It is ridiculous how much you need a cock,” he murmured in my ear. I didn’t have the wherewithall to respond, and settled for an affirmative moan.

Then he stopped touching me, and put his Santa hat on top of my head. It was rather large, and so fell down across my eyes. “Absolutely no peeking,” he told me. “If you do, Santa will find out, and we know what he does with naughty little girls.”

“No peeking,” I cooed. “Now can I please have your big fat cock in my pussy already?” I asked in my sweetest voice.

There was some rustling behind me, and I guessed that he was removing what was left of his Santa outfit. I was so horny, but tried to be a good girl and stay where I was instead of jumping him, like I wanted to.

“You’re really going to love this,” came his voice from off to the side. I felt the thick head of a cock poking in between my legs, rubbing all around, up and down my slit and my clit, but not inside me just yet.

“Oh yeah,” I groaned. “Put it in!” There was a bout of low, guttural laughter from behind escort istanbul me, and then he suddenly slammed his cock deep inside me, in one fluid motion.

“Ooo!” I cried out, a mix of surprise and pleasure.

He held steady inside of me for a moment, really letting me feel his dick inside me. Then he started to move, slowly at first, but then quicker and quicker. I leaned back to meet his thrusts; although I still couldn’t see anything, due to the Santa hat blindfold, I could definitely hear the desk rattling along with our fucking.

He turned me around so that I was facing him, and although his dick slipped out of me for just a moment, he quickly shoved it back in, with some force. I loved facing him, feeling the base of his cock rubbing my clit, and the whole blindfold thing was kind of sexy. I loved that I couldn’t even see the fact of the person slamming his dick into me.

“Oh, yeah, that’s amazing,” I moaned. “Your cock feels even bigger than it did when you were fucking my mouth.”

And it’s true; it did.

“Thanks,” he said from off to the side, laughing . Wait. Something was wrong. Why did it sound like his voice was coming from the other side of the room, when his cock was right here, buried deep in my pussy?

“You’re right, it didn’t take much work at all to turn her into a horny little slut,” said the person currently fucking me. And it was most certainly not Him.

I whipped off the Santa hat, and sure enough: My boss, the pot-bellied old man himself, Mr. Fogston, was the one holding me against the desk, pushing my thighs open, and thrusting his cock into my hot, eager box.

“Oh my god, wait, what is going on?!” I could barely manage to say this, because Mr. Fogston was still fucking me, and to be perfectly honest, I was having a hard time trying to tell my body to stop.

“Come on, you know you like it, you know you don’t want me to take my dick out, do you?” My boss said, in a condescending tone.

He looked like an idiot, as always, still wearing the red velvet top of his Santa costume, and he hadn’t even taken off the Santa beard. Few people could look that unattractive, but the fact was that his cock was big, and he sure knew how to use it. What choice did I have but to keep riding him? It’s not as though I could have stopped myself, anyway.

He lifted me up onto the desk and put my legs nearly behind my head, then really started pounding into me, grabbing at my hair and breasts, whispering in my ear, “this was the plan all along Little Lizzie; I told your coworker here to get you hot and heavy and all wet and ready for me. we knew you’d be too horny to say no by the time your boss came down and started pounding you with his big fat dick.”

And damnit, he was right. I was so caught up in thoughts of my pulsing clit, rock hard nipples, and this cock inside me that I didn’t even care that it was my boss who had been fucking me the whole time. It almost made it hotter, especially considering the fact that he was even more well hung than my coworker.

“Oh yeah,” I said, really getting into it now; totally surrendering myself. My boss was grunting and whispering dirty comments in my ear, while his dick fucked my pussy even harder. I could vaguely hear my colleague at the other end of the room, and I knew that he was getting himself off to the sight of his young, sexy coworker, laid across the desk, breasts bouncing up and down as she was wildly fucked by the fifty-year old boss.

“Santa is very happy with his little helper this year, and for her present, she’s going to get her pussy filled with Santa’s hot cum.”

“Oh yeah, come inside me, fill me up Santa, oh! Oh, I’m coming!” I could feel my pussy pulsing all around his hard cock, the base of which kept bumping my clit. I pushed myself onto his dick again, and again, and again, using one hand to grab his ass and the other to touch my breasts. So. Good.

“Oh yeah baby, come on my cock, oh, oh!” He pulled my hair, groped my ass, and shoved himself in me for a final, deep stroke. Then he pulled himself out and unloaded streams of hot, white cum all over my naked breasts.

I lay on the desk, half naked, moaning from what was probably the best orgasm of my life. My boss pulled the bottom part of his Santa suit back on, gave me one last look, then left the room.

“So, did you enjoy that?” asked my colleague from the corner, arranging his costume as well. “You didn’t look too upset by the series of events. “Hand me a tissue, naughty boy,” I managed to say. “And don’t think you’re off the hook just yet; you know I’ve wanted a fuck from you for a long time, and I fully plan to get it.

He gave my body a long, lingering look, watching me mop up my cum-covered breasts. “Merry Christmas, Lizzie.”

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I smiled when I heard your footsteps on the stairs, but I didn’t look up. I was chatting with a mutual friend of ours online, confirming that you had arrived safely and were now taking a shower. Rather, had been, until a moment ago.

When you saw what I was doing, you snorted. “Dork.”

“Yup,” I replied cheerfully, even as I closed the laptop. Before I could turn over, I felt your weight on the bed behind me. You knelt lightly, straddling my hips, and leaned forward to nuzzle my neck and murmur,

“But you’re my dork.”

I reached over and ran my fingers through your wet hair. “Mm-hmm.”

There was a spark of playfulness in your dark eyes as you tilted your head to kiss me. I pressed forward when you started to back away, running the tip of my tongue along your lips until they parted to admit me. We explored each others’ mouths briefly before I let you break the kiss. You had a slight smile on your face. “I love you.”

“Love you,” I echoed. You rested a little more weight on the backs of my thighs, letting me feel that you were getting hard. I lifted my hips to push back; a dozen fantasies of being taken that way voiced themselves in a throaty, “Mmm.”

You wrapped your arms around me, propping yourself on your elbows and running your fingers over my breasts. I was only wearing a long shirt, and you could easily feel that there was nothing underneath. A few loose buttons proved this further as you reached inside to caress my soft skin. You found istanbul escort a nipple and rolled it between your fingers, making me squirm underneath you.

“Ooh.”

I spread my legs so you could settle between them, your now-hard cock trying to push into me through your pants. You ignored it for the moment, rubbing and lightly pinching my nipples and making me wriggle against you.

“You like that, hmm?” You teased me with your voice just like you teased me with your hands. I said nothing, but pulled a couple more buttons open. When you felt what I was doing, you paused to let me turn over; the one or two remaining buttons worked themselves out of their holes, leaving the shirt to fall wide open.

Your eyes roamed over me appreciatively. “You’re beautiful.”

I blushed faintly, looking you up and down as well. This close, I could smell my soap on your bare chest, and a bulge in your pants seemed to want some attention. “Well, you look good enough to eat.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Do I now.”

“Mm-hmm.” I licked my lips for effect.

“Prove it.”

I smirked and you sat back so I could crawl over to the edge of the bed. I batted at your hand when you reached over to pinch me from behind, and pulled two condoms out of my bag.

“Chocolate or mint?”

“What?”

“Chocolate or mint?”

“. . . it’s up to you.”

I closed my eyes, let one fall, and looked. “Mint.”

“Okay.”

I could hear you taking off your escort bayan pants as I opened the package–when I turned around, you were gloriously naked, stroking yourself slowly and watching me. As soon as I’d put the condom on, I gave a quick lick to taste. You inhaled sharply, then asked,

“How is it?”

I thought for a moment–“Minty.”–and bent down for another taste. Even through latex I could feel the heat radiating from your cock. I gave slow, flat licks around the head, then licked my lips and pressed them down onto the tip. They were tight enough to not quite slip over the ridge between head and shaft.

You groaned softly, placing your hands on my head and gently pushing. I tensed, but didn’t pull away, pleased to make you want it that much. I slid my mouth onto you slowly, savoring the mint flavor covering your stiff cock. When you arched your back I tilted my head, rubbing the tip against the roof of my mouth.

To my disappointment, you pulled away when I began to suck harder.

“Something wrong?”

“Mm.” You nudged me onto my back and straddled my hips. “No. Just want something else more.”

“Oh?” I teased, pulling your body down onto mine. “And what would you rather do to me?”

You pretended to consider, which must have been difficult with your hard cock rubbing me through my underwear. “Hmm . . . fuck your brains out?”

“Well, in that case.”

I rolled my hips up against you and slid my underwear over them, leaving escort istanbul you to get them the rest of the way off. You immediately obliged, then slipped one fingertip into my pussy to find me already wet and ready. “I guess you want it too, hmm?”

I pulled you back to me by way of reply, kissing you fiercely. You pulled away and slowly pressed just the tip of your cock into me.

“Nng. More.”

“More? Like this?” You slammed into me suddenly and I gasped, arching my back.

“Ohh! Yes!”

You pulled almost all the way out and then drove back in, giving long, deep strokes. I began to thrust back, quickly meeting your rhythm.

“How does that feel, love?” I asked breathlessly.

“So good . . . god you feel good.” The bed quivered as you began thrusting faster, and for several minutes the squeaking of springs and our heavy breathing was all that could be heard. “Unh–I’m getting close.”

“Come for me, love,” I panted, riding each forceful stroke.

“You first . . .” Such a gentleman.

“No . . . want to feel you come in me . . .”

“Ohh, yes . . .” I could feel you start to lose control, pounding quicker but more erratically. “Coming!” You gasped and tensed as you gave a few final thrusts before collapsing with a groan. “Oof.”

I smiled and stroked your hair, which was a bit drier now. “How was it?”

“Mm. Good.” You planted a kiss in the crook of my neck. “But I’m not done yet.”

“Oh?”

“I still owe you one.” You looked up at me, grinning, and I knew whatever you had planned was going to be good.

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It seemed like it took forever for her to reach the restaurant where she was supposed to meet Brandon for the first time. As usual, the traffic into the city was heavy. Melissa was very excited about their meeting. They had met on the internet some time ago, and she enjoyed chatting with him. Since she was married and a couple of years older than Brandon, she was also a little nervous about tonight.

Before leaving for the city, Melissa took a long, hot shower and made sure to wear something sexy for Brandon. She chose a straight black skirt, slit up the back; a low cut, button-down, purple silk blouse; black silk stockings; a lacy black bra with matching thong; a purple and black satin garter belt; and black stiletto heels. After putting the finishing touches on her make up, she admired her image in the mirror. “This should get him going,” she thought.

When Melissa entered the restaurant, it took her awhile to pick Brandon out of the bar crowd. There he was… even sexier than she had imagined… 6’1″ tall, 215 pounds, and well built with short brown hair and dark, sexy eyes. Brandon spotted her right away and was immediately taken with Melissa’s beauty. His first thoughts were “there is no way this woman is 36 years old,” she was about 5’6″ tall, with dark brown hair, green eyes, and a great smile. She had an awesome set of knockers, at least a 36d, just like she told him, and an even better ass. Brandon made his way over to Melissa and took her into his strong arms, kissing her passionately as he hugged her.

Melissa was totally taken back by his steamy kiss, which aroused her beyond belief. She hadn’t been kissed like that in years. Brandon then told her that their table should be ready soon. Melissa couldn’t even think about the meal, all she could think of was how hot this young man had made her so many times online, and now, in person, he was turning her on even more. In the meantime Brandon could not take his eyes off of Melissa’s breasts, as they waited for their table he kept staring at her chest. He couldn’t wait to get his hands on her tits, and she knew it.

After being seated at their table, Melissa slipped off her shoes and put her feet in Brandon’s lap, massaging his cock with her toes while they sipped their wine. She could feel his manhood straining against the material as she rubbed it. His dick seemed huge, nine inches he had told her. “I guess he wasn’t lying,” she thought. She tried to curl her toes around the shaft, but couldn’t cover his girth. Her stocking-clad foot didn’t come close to spanning his length either, istanbul escort she was truly amazed. Melissa smiled to herself as she thought about the fun they would have later on. After all, she had never been with a well endowed man, and couldn’t wait to satisfy her curiosity.

They talked and laughed over their salads and appetizers, then Melissa slid next to Brandon in the booth. She placed her hand on his muscular thigh and started massaging it. Once again, he became immediately aroused by her actions. Brandon looked into her eyes before pressing his lips to hers, and kissing Melissa hungrily. His tongue invaded her mouth, turning her on like never before. He slid his hand beneath the table and up under her skirt, tickling her sensitive inner thighs with his fingertips. She pressed her legs together, capturing his hand between her thighs. His fingers slithered up to her lacy stocking tops, then to the moistness radiating from her sex. Brandon moaned as he breathed in her womanly scent.

“My God,” he thought, “I have never wanted anyone this bad in my life.” After pulling her thong to the side, he slid his finger up and down her wet slit, forcing her to let out a muffled groan. He cupped Melissa’s pussy in his hand and was both surprised and even more excited by the fact that it was shaved clean. Her body jerked as he quickly inserted two fingers into her hot cunt and slowly worked them in and out, while massaging her clit with his thumb. It was difficult to keep herself from climaxing on the spot. All she wanted to do was go back to Brandon’s house and let him ravage her body for hours on end. It had been so long since anyone had touched her this way.

The waiter returned with their dinners and Melissa scooted back to her spot across the table. Both of them picked at their food as they stared into each others’ eyes, each lost in their own lustful thoughts. Finally, it was time to leave the restaurant. After paying the check, they walked to the parking lot arm in arm. Brandon whisked Melissa to his vintage red corvette, helped her get in, then jumped in the driver’s seat before pulling her close for a long, deep kiss. His probing tongue entered her mouth and went to work. They groped at each other as their passion built. Brandon pressed her breasts together, rubbing the nipples with his thumbs through the material of her blouse, getting them hard before he blew on them. She moaned when she felt his hot breath through her clothing, and reached down to stroke his pulsating member.

Brandon turned the key in the ignition escort bayan and started driving home. Melissa unzipped his pants, and pulled his dick out of his briefs… astonished at how big it was. She could just about wrap her hand around his thick meat. Precum was forming on the head, and she leaned down into his lap to lick it clean. While she was lapping up the wetness, Brandon began thrusting his hips towards her mouth. Melissa needed no further prompting as she slid her lips over his rod and began sucking him off while he drove. He picked up speed, his moans filling the car as she devoured his entire length in her mouth. Brandon glanced at his crotch and all he could see was her head bobbing up and down, sucking his cock faster and harder. He wrapped her hair around his fingers and thrusted upwards… forcing his huge tool deeper and deeper into her throat. Brandon was astounded that she could actually fit his giant prick between her small lips. Melissa felt Brandon’s body tense up right before he shot a humongous load of cum into her mouth, and she drank it all down, loving the sweet taste of him.

They pulled into his driveway and practically ran into the house. Once inside, Brandon pulled Melissa to him and began kissing her passionately as he frantically unbuttoned her blouse. He pulled it out of her skirt, then slid it from her shoulders, so he could admire her breasts. Melissa wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his, as he captured her lips between his for another sweet kiss while guiding her over to the couch. They made out like teenagers, then Brandon took Melissa into his arms and carried her up to his bedroom.

With her standing in front of him, he sat down on the bed to unzip her skirt, then he pushed it down to the floor so she could step out of it while he unbuttoned his shirt and removed his pants. Melissa slipped off her panties just before Brandon looked up, enthralled to see her in such sexy lingerie. He placed his hands on either side of her waist and pulled her on top of him as he planted kisses all over her neck and chest. She threw her head back and felt the huge bulge in his shorts rubbing against her distended clit. Brandon cupped her asscheeks in his hands, forcing her pussy to slide up and down against his growing erection as he licked the flesh above her right nipple.

They grinded into each other as he unhooked her bra and took it off, pushing her back so he could get a good look at her naked breasts. He held her tits together and licked the areolaes. It felt so good escort istanbul to Melissa that she instinctively cradled his head as he began sucking one nipple, than the other, driving her crazy and making her moan in pleasure. She couldn’t wait another minute to feel him inside of her, so she pulled his magnificent cock out of his briefs. Brandon took them off, then slid his big dick into her hot, wet pussy. The mushroom-shaped head felt so big and hard as it entered her tight sheath. Brandon grabbed her hips and slowly worked his turgid member all the way into her cunt. She had never felt so full in all her life. Melissa was on the verge of an orgasm just from having him inside of her.

The feeling was incredible. If she moved, she knew she would cum. Brandon bucked his hips up against hers, and she exploded in one of the most intense climaxes of her life. With the palms of her hands pressed against Brandon’s shoulders, she began fucking him with wild abandon, moaning as she tried to get her fill of his huge cock. She clenched her muscles tighter around his dick as she rode him like a cowgirl. Bouncing up and down faster and harder, while Brandon sucked on her swollen nipples. Melissa was in ecstasy… she didn’t want to stop fucking him, ever! Brandon gyrated his hips while slamming his cock deeper into her pussy. His dick was forcing her to have one orgasm after another, each one longer and more intense than the last. She thought she died and went to heaven. Melissa had never felt anything like this in her life.

After letting Melissa catch her breath for a few minutes, Brandon lifted her off of him and told her to bend over the bed. She immediately complied with his wishes, spreading her legs wide so he could enter her from behind. All of a sudden she felt his mouth on her pussy lips, sucking on one, than the other. Instead of fucking her, he pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy and began sucking and tugging on her clit, making her climax over and over again as his free hand groped her pendulous breasts. Just when Melissa thought she could take no more, Brandon stood up and rammed his swollen cock deep inside her wet pussy.

She arched her back and wiggled against him, delighting in the way his giant member felt inside of her tight hole. Brandon grabbed her hips and pumped his cock inside of her fast and hard. Melissa was in ecstasy as he played with her tits and kept plowing into her harder. His cock was buried deep inside of her as she started to cum again, locking her muscles tighter around his shaft as she moaned in pleasure. The flexing of her muscles around his cock caused Brandon to grunt loudly as he shot his load deep inside of her. He collapsed on top of Melissa, kissing and nibbling on her neck, both of them truly satisfied at last! “Wow,” she thought “bigger is better!”

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