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This is a true story that I started writing awhile ago but it somehow got lost and I forgot about it. I just found it, so I wanted to finish it and submit it for the Winter/Holiday/ contest.

All characters are real. No names or places have been changed.

We were all disease free and Lisa could not become pregnant. All sanitary conditions were adhered to.

This story contains some male bi sex.

I hope you enjoy it enough to give me your votes.

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Prologue –

My name is Tony. I am married to a woman who has no interest in any kind of intimacy so I found a woman who shares my interests and who loves sex. She has been my girlfriend for several years now and who now enjoys nudity and mfm threesomes.

This is really her story.

Early in the month of August, 2018 –

I got an email from Lisa, my girlfriend who lives in Yonkers, New York. She wanted to know if it was possible for her to come down to Florida for a visit to see me.

I responded that my wife was going to Georgia in about three weeks to see friends and family and will be gone for a week. I asked her what was up.

She responded and said that she wanted to give me an early Christmas present.

I then replied that she should could come down any timeu from August 25th to the 30th but she would have to stay in a nearby motel.

Emails were exchanged over the next couple of days before I finally found out what she had planned. Her last email said it all.

Lisa said that she wanted to come down early on Saturday, the 25th and leave on the 26th, late in the day. She then told me what she wanted. She continued by saying that she wanted me to find a guy with a big cock who will stay the day and night so she could have a threesome and that would be my early Christmas present.

I responded that I had the perfect guy and that I would ask him.

I did contact my friend, Vern, who lives a short distance from me in a small hamlet within Melbourne, Fl. He has his own home which is completely private. He lives alone. He is also a nudist and has a big, thick cock. I told him what Lisa wanted to do. To say he was interested, was putting it mildly. He also said he was available for those days.

The next day I emailed Lisa and told her I was all set on my end. She said she would make her arrangements and was looking forward to the weekend.

On the 24th, I took my wife to the Orlando airport and saw her off.

On the 25th, I went back to the airport to pick up Lisa who was coming in on a 9:00 a.m.flight.

The flight was right on time and after awhile, she texted me to say she was going to the ladies room and would see me in a few minutes. (Just so you know, it has been a standing rule that, whenever Lisa visits me, she goes to the ladies room to remove her bra and panties and meets me naked underneath her dress. This time was no different.)

Finally, the love of my life appeared. We kissed and I felt her nakedness under her dress. With only a carry on, we headed to my car.

We headed out of the airport and got on 528 east going to 95 south.

I called Vern and told him we were on the way. Since I was using hands free calling, Lisa yelled out a big hello. istanbul escort Vern said hello back and told her he had everything ready and that he heard a lot about her and we all laughed.

The conversation continued by Lisa asking if she could sunbathe a bit when she got to his house. Vern said he already put out lounge chairs and she had the run of the house, as long as she was naked. We laughed and Lisa told him goodbye and we hung up.

It was a 45 minute ride to Vern’s and I played with Lisa’s tits almost the whole drive.

We finally arrived at around 10:30 a.m. Lisa and I walked to the door, rang the bell and Vern opened the door in his naked glory.

As we entered, Lisa gave Vern a kiss and her hand went down to his semi hard cock and she gave it a firm touch. Vern took us to his bedroom and Lisa put her stuff away. In the bedroom, Vern put up a small evergreen tree and decorated it for her. Lisa went hysterical laughing. She gave him a big kiss.

Then, in a matter of minutes, Lisa was naked. Her big nipples were already swollen and hard. She went over to Vern and gave him a hug. His cock got really hard and Lisa told Vern that he was a good boy and laughed.

Vern took us to the backyard and we all laid on the lounge chairs with Lisa in the middle.

(Now, for those of you who don’t know what Lisa looks like, let me tell you. She is 55, 5’8″, long, black curly hair, brown eyes, very big tits and big nipples that are always hard. She has a nice inviting ass and her pussy is trimmed.)

We laid out in the sun for about an hour when Lisa suggested we go inside. As we went in, Vern took us to his bedroom. As Lisa stood between me and Vern, she started kissing one of us then the other. Both our cocks were nice and hard now.

As I laid on the bed, I noticed Vern had set up his video camera and had another camera angled facing the bed. Lisa smiled when I showed her.

Lisa joined me and Vern joined us. As Lisa started kissing me, she said, “Merry Christmas baby and to you too Vern” and pulled me toward her naked body.

As we were kissing and our tongues exploring each other’s mouth, I could see Vern’s hands all over Lisa. His hands even reached around her to grab her tits.

Then Lisa laid on her back, giving both of us complete access to her body. We each started sucking on her nipples and ran our hands all over her.

Vern’s hand moved down to her pussy where I could see him playing with her clit. As he did that, I moved my cock to her mouth as she wrapped her lips around my cock.

I could see Vern’s fingers sliding in and out of her cunt as her legs spread wider.

I told Vern to switch and he moved his co k to Lisa’s mouth as I started eating Lisa’s wet pussy. I started sucking her clit and I could hear her moaning as she sucked Vern.

It didn’t take long before Vern told her he was going to cum. I started sucking her clit harder and her body writhed in pleasure. Then I heard Vern say he was going to cum.

Lisa pulled his cock out of her mouth just as he shot his load on her tits and neck. I could see her rubbing his cum all over herself and then she pulled his limp cock back into her mouth.

She started sucking escort bayan his cock then his balls and soon he was hard again. She then told him to stick his cock in her cunt and fuck her.

I moved out of the way and watched as my friend mounted my girlfriend and slid his big cock into her cunt. Lisa’s cunt swallowed up his big cock until his balls were touching her.

He started fucking Lisa and soon she was in synch with him and fucking him back. I could tell that Lisa was ready to explode as Vern rammed his big cock deep into her cunt.

Then, she yelled out she was cumming. I could see her fingernails digging into Vern’s back as her hips and body rose up from the bed and she had multiple orgasms.

It took awhile before she calmed down. By that time, Vern’s limp cock slipped out of her cunt as he laid beside her, spent.

Vern and I watched Lisa as she drifted off to sleep, her tits covered in drying cum and her legs spread and her juices trickling down her thighs.

Vern and I went back outside to take more sun.

By now, it was late in the afternoon and when we went inside, Lisa was still asleep. Vern and I got on the bed, one on each side of her and we put our cocks near her mouth. We then pressed our cocks to her mouth, which automatically opened and soon our cocks were both in her mouth.

Suddenly, her eyes opened and we got a big smile from her as she was now sucking both of our cocks at the same time.

After a few minutes, Lisa said,”Tony, how about me watching you two guys suck each other?”

When she said that, she moved over and Vern and I got into 69, with me on top, and started sucking each other’s cocks. As we did that, Lisa got behind me and started licking my asshole. Soon, her tongue was in my asshole and it felt great.

As she did that, Vern said he was going to cum. Suddenly, his cock erupted and his cum filled my mouth. As soon as he finished, I went to Lisa and kissed her, sharing Vern’s cum with her.

We all rested and since it was getting late, we decided to shower and go for dinner.

We showered and went to Friday’s for dinner then headed back to Vern’s.

When we got back, we got naked and headed to the bedroom. I told Lisa I wanted to see Vern fuck her ass.

Vern got some lube and made sure he was well lubricated before he attempted to get his big cock in her ass.

Lisa got on all fours and Vern lined up his cock to her asshole. I could see Vern slowly pushing his cock head into her. As he did, she pushed her ass back to help him get his cock in her.

It took awhile but soon he managed to get his big cock all the way into her ass.

As he was pumping his cock in her ass, I got on my back and underneath her pussy. As Vern was fucking her t ass, I was underneath her, eating her pussy and playing with her tits.

Soon Vern said he was cumming and shot his load in her ass. When he pulled his cock out, his cum oozed out and dripped down to my waiting mouth.

Lisa fell to the side exhausted.

It was getting late and we decided to call it a night and the three of us staid naked in bed.

I told Vern and Lisa that, at any time, they wanted to fuck by themselves, it was ok escort istanbul with me.

I fell asleep and woke up in the middle of the night to an empty bed. I got up and looked around and saw nothing but I heard a noise in the backyard. When I took a look, there was Lisa on her back in a lounge chair and Vern ramming his cock into her cunt. I watched until he came in her cunt and then went back to bed.

It wasn’t long before they came back to bed. I didn’t say anything but drifted off to sleep with a smile on my face.

Just before dawn, I woke up with a rock hard cock. I moved over and mounted Lisa and spread her legs a bit. I lined up my cock to her slit and slowly slipped my cock into my sleeping beauty. I started pumping my cock into her and then her eyes opened and she spread her legs wider and I started fucking her faster and harder.

I whispered to her, “Did you like having that big cock in your cunt out on the lounge before?”

She smiled and said, “Yes, his cock filled my cunt and he shot a big load in me. Does that make you jealous?”

I answered, “Not at all. I love it when guys fuck you. You like being my slut, don’t you?”

Lisa looked at me and whispered, “I love being your whore. I would do anything for you.”

I kissed her as I came and then rolled off of her and we drifted back to sleep.

It was around 9:00 a.m. when the three of us got up. Lisa sat on the edge of the bed as Vern and I stood in front of her. Without giving it a second thought, she started sucking our cocks until we both came.

Vern went off to make coffee and Lisa and I went to shower. We washed up and, with Vern watching, Lisa and I engaged in some water sport play and we peed on each other. Lisa asked Vern if he wanted to join her as I was getting out.

As soon as I exited the shower, Vern joined Lisa. Lisa then told Vern to pee on her. I encouraged him and soon, he let out a stream of his golden liquid all over her until he was empty. Lisa pulled him close to her and let out a short stream of her golden liquid onto Vern.

They finally finished and we all had breakfast.

As we ate, Lisa asked if I was enjoying her early Christmas present. I smiled and said it was the best present I ever received.

After breakfast, we headed back to the bedroom. This time, I told Lisa to straddle me, with her ass facing me. As she did, I moved my cock to line up with her asshole and slowly inserted my cock in her ass. Then I told Vern to slide underneath and slip his cock into her cunt.

After some maneuvering, I had my cock in her ass and he had his cock in her cunt. It took a few seconds but him and I got in synch and we both started fucking her holes together.

Lisa’s moans were getting louder and louder as her body seemed to come more alive with each thrust. At one point, she started screaming out “yes, yes…fuck me…oh god, it feels so good.”

Vern and I came in her at almost the same time. Our cum was oozing out both her holes as she collapsed on her stomach.

We all rested and before we knew it lunch hour was there.

After a short lunch Lisa gave each of us a blow job and had to get ready to go back to New York.

When it was time to go, she gave Vern a big kiss and even gave his cock a kiss and thanked him for a great time.

I drove my Lisa to the airport and gave her a big kiss and thanked her for a great early Christmas present and watched as she headed out of sight to board her plane.

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She loves him and she missed him like crazy! ‘I’ll see him one more time’ she thought to herself as she headed out the door.

It took only minutes to get to his house. The kids were in school so she knew he’d be alone. When she arrived, he seemed happy to see her. He missed her too, but not for the same reasons. He missed her body, her wonderful ability to drive him crazy.
They stood in the kitchen and made small talk for a few minutes before the conversation turned to sex. She could make herself believe that he loved her, but only during sex, his indifference was far too obvious outside of the physical attraction. She tried to appear uninterested but he knew her well and he started talking about blowjobs. They were her passion! She loved to drive him crazy by sucking on his cock! She knew so very well how much he enjoyed them.

He walked closer to her and reached out his arms. She felt helpless to deny him. She had to feel his arms around her and she walked into them. He kissed her, soft and gentle at first. His tongue gently parted her lips, their tongue intertwined and the kiss became more urgent.

He led her to the bedroom, where he had been packing. For a second, she thought of asking where he was going, but as she sighed she knew it didn=t matter. She had bursa escort right now, this moment in time and that was it.

He sat her on the bed and stood before her. She unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and reached into his shorts for her reward. She sighed as she removed his cock and took it in her hands. This man has a beautiful piece of art. She felt the wetness building in her panties as she played with his cock. She stroked it very slowly, and tenderly kissed the head. He moaned as her tongue touched the tip. He reached down and held the back of her head. She parted her lips and allowed him to push into her warm mouth. ‘Which one of us enjoys this more’ she thought to herself. With a muffled laugh, she took him deeper into her mouth. She cupped his balls in her hand and massaged them as she sucked on his cock. She moved her head back and forth along his cock. Sometimes, removing her mouth completely, so she could run her tongue along the shaft. She liked to swirl her tongue along the edges of his bulb, then quickly stretch her mouth open wide and take him into her throat, lightly rubbing her teeth the whole way. He liked it too, each time she did it, he’d grab her hair, pull it hard and thrust his hips against her.

Suddenly he pulled out and pushed her down on the bed. bursa escort bayan He roughly unzipped her jeans and pulled them off, grabbing the panties at the same time. He leaned over and took her nipple into his mouth. He rolled the nipple between his teeth and grabbed the other one between his fingers, pinching it and twisting it. She moaned out loud, he knew exactly how to please her. He stood again and effortlessly turned her over onto her stomach, her ass hanging over the edge of the bed. He grabbed her hips and placed the head of his cock at her pussy opening. He lingered for a moment, knowing how much she wanted it – how much she needed it!

He laughed and slammed his cock deep into her pussy. Oh, how he filled her up! He pulled his cock out and drove it home again! She was moaning and wriggling with pleasure. Each stroke that he took, she matched it in perfect timing. He started moving faster and harder, holding her hips making sure that he could plow his cock in deep! She reached down and started playing with herself. She enjoyed it most when they came together! She lightly pinched and twisted her clit, knowing that he was getting close. She quickened her pace on her clit each time he quickened his thrusting. She was so close and so was he. She wanted to taste his cum escort bursa and begged him to cum in her mouth.

Quickly he pulled out and turned her around. He sat her up on the edge of the bed and grabbed her hair. He slammed into her mouth and down her throat. He began thrusting against her, literally fucking her face. She made sure her teeth were lightly scraping with each thrust he made. He was crazy with desire and she knew it wouldn’t be long! He slammed into her, over and over, each time becoming rougher than the last. Suddenly he stopped – kept himself deep in her throat and let out a looooouuuuuud moan. She felt his body tense as he shot a load down her throat.

She sucked hard on his cock, wanting to get every last drop! After a moment, he loosened his grip on her hair and slowly pulled himself out of her mouth. He stopped when his cock was just in front of her face. She licked the head of his cock and lightly licked the shaft, she was to make sure he was clean. When she was finished, he stepped away and looked at her with no embarrassment, ‘thank you’ he said and smiled as he got his clothes on. He stepped out of the room to allow her to dress in private.

When she returned to the kitchen, he told her of all the errands and such that he had to get done, so she put her shoes on and left. When she arrived home, she turned her computer on and started to type. She knew that if she did not take the time to tell her story, she would sit and cry. And self-pity wasn’t gonna get her any where.

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Chapter 01: My Brother-In-Law

[This is a work of fiction. All places, events, and characters are fictitious. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.]

It was the summer of 1946, and my, my! The traffic going to the train station in Chicago was horrible! My eighteen year old son was taking me. I was going to go out west to a ranch in Colorado for a long delayed vacation. The horse ranch, the Circle 8, was owned by my deceased husband’s brother, Raymond. I had not seen Ray for ten years. My husband, Larry, and I lived in Florida, until the late war started and Ray was very busy raising horses, so we seldom got together. The war increased our separation from Ray and mine from my husband when he was called back into service to work in intelligence.

Shortly after the war began, I moved back to Chicago to be near relatives and to get a new job. Just after I received the government telegram informing me of Larry’s death in January of 1944, I called Ray to tell him. Ray immediately invited me out to his Colorado ranch to get away and to rest, but I declined. In my June birthday card, Ray again invited me, but it wasn’t until his 1945 Christmas card and enclosed train ticket to Colorado that the wheels were set in motion and I decided to go come summer. Now, here it is June and I am on my way.

I am in my mid forties (in 1946), but still athletically fit and toned as I work out at a gym four to five days a week for two hours each time. I stand six feet in my bare feet and top the scales at 145 lbs. My boobs measure a cool 35 E and my butt still tucks up nice and tight. My long, shapely legs complement my long torso and my long arms. I am not scrawny, but I am long, lean, and mean. I have not dated since my husband died, but I did have one six week affair that ended badly over a year ago and I have been steadily horny as hell again ever since.

Well, son Carl got me to the station and onto the correct platform to board the train to Colorado. We hugged tightly and kissed goodbye and then Carl watched as I boarded for the two day, one night trip. The porter walked me to the Pullman car car and found my berth compartment where I stowed my bags and gear. As I left my room to go to the dining car, I saw a young, blonde stud in the narrow aisle giving me the eye. I only got a quick glance at him as I squeezed past him in the confined space, but I liked what I saw. It must have showed, because he managed to brush a boob and cop a feel of my ass as we passed! That set the electric sparks tingling between my ass and my boobs! I got to the diner and sat at a table and ordered a bloody mary. While I was perusing the menu for the evening meal, the young stud from the sleeping car sat down one table in front of and facing me.

I kept my eyes on the menu (with surreptitious looks over it) and he kept his eyes on me! The waiter appeared and I ordered fillet minion, augratin potatoes, creamed asparagus, coffee, and cherry cobbler with ice cream. A short time later, the waiter reappeared with another bloody mary and said it was complements of the young gentleman at the next table. I raised my glass and my head, made eye contact with the stud and nodded my thanks.

He slowly rose and came over to my table. He said, “Hi, my name is Kurt. May I join you?”

“Yes,” I said, “that would be nice, I do not like to eat alone.” The waiter appeared and took Kurt’s order. We both simultaneously started to ask, “Where are you…….” I finished alone, “Going?”

We laughed and he said, “I am headed to Oregon and a new job as a truck driver in the logging industry.” He said he was thirty-one and had been a heavy equipment operator in Florida.

I said, “I am going to Colorado to the ranch owned and operated by my brother-in-law. It is a long awaited vacation for me.”

He asked, “What do you do?”

I said, “I have owned and managed a real estate business in Florida for a number of years, but I moved back to Chicago at the start of the late war.”

He said, “I see you do not wear a wedding ring.”

I replied, “No, I lost my husband at the Battle of Bulge in Belgium and I have been a widow for two years now and unattached.” We continued our get acquainted conversation until the food arrived. We were both so hungry that silence reigned while we kept our mouths busy working on food rather than words. But other means of communication were about to begin!

I was wearing a light summer dress with half slip and strapless bra that pushed my boobs up and revealed a large amount of deep cleavage. The dress had a very low, scooped neck line. I was barefoot in sandals. Kurt was dressed in light slacks, light short sleeved shirt and loafers. As we started to eat, I felt a stocking foot begin to rub my left calf. I smiled and the foot moved up under my dress to my thigh to rub some more. Then the foot withdrew while we finished our meal.

We ordered an after dinner drink and continued to chat. I had leaned far forward as many times as I dared while we were eating, This gave Kurt a very good down cleavage view each time. As we neared the bottom bursa escort of the glass on our drinks, I felt the foot return, this time directly to my inner thigh, and smiled again. Kurt saw me shiver some and advanced the foot further. He was now rubbing his foot over my panty clad pussy mound, underneath my skirt. I shivered some more!

The look on his face was priceless when Kurt suddenly found my bare foot rubbing his stiffening dick! And was that ever a fat cock! After a couple of minutes of this, my bare foot may have felt a small wet spot, but I wasn’t sure. I said, “Why don’t we retire to my sleeping compartment where we can have some privacy?” Kurt replied, “Great idea.” We both replaced our missing footgear and walked out.

I unlocked my berthing compartment and Kurt held the door while I walked in. As he entered and closed the door, I turned and embraced him. We kissed, deeply and passionately. I was hornier than horny and turned aggressive. Our mouths opened. Tongues entwined. We licked and slurped in a long French kiss. Kurt began to nibble and lick on my neck, jaw, and ear, first on one side and then on the other. Meanwhile, his hands had captured my butt and were squeezing rhythmically as he pulled my pussy in tight against his erect cock.

Kurt began to bunch my dress up in back, exposing my panty clad ass cheeks to his roving hands. One hand slipped under the waistband of my panties and then began moving down my butt crack further and further, and a finger momentarily probed my brown rose before it then probed further down and under to caress the ever growing wet spot on my panty clad pussy. Kurt suddenly removed his hand and took it up under my skirt from the front.

Kurt’s hand now was playing with my pussy from the front and rubbing up and down my outer lips beside and under my panties. I had managed to get his pants unzipped and had his huge cock out, stroking it up and down. I said, “Enough of this, let’s get these clothes off!” I slowly stripped off Kurt’s shoes and socks, then his shirt and trousers. This left his huge piece of man meat sticking straight out of the opening in his briefs. I paused long enough to suck several moans out of him and then stripped off his briefs. Now his cock was pointing straight up at me while it bobbed and twitched in anticipation. Pre cum was clearly leaking out in a slow, steady stream.

Kurt then undressed me slowly and sensuously. Then he proceeded to my tits. I backed up, leading by a strangle hold on his stiff dick and fell back on the berth the porter had earlier made ready for the night. But it was so cramped and small, we quickly dropped to the floor on pillows. Kurt immediately began licking and sucking on my tits and nipples. My aureole are large and my nipples erected nearly a half inch and rock hard. Kurt scooted up some and placed his big dick between my huge tits. I pressed them together and he began a slow tit fuck. His leaking pre cum was providing some lubrication.

As his circumcised cock head popped out the top of my cleavage, I put my mouth over it and licked and sucked for all I was worth. We continued in this fashion for several minutes. “I need my pussy taken care of, Kurt, use your mouth, now!” Kurt moved down and began to lick up and down my gash. His tongue penetrated deeper and deeper into my slit, doing a merry go round on my clit every time he reached the top until he finally stopped at my cunt hole. He plunged in and he gave me a real tongue fucking, so good that I came in wave after wave of pleasure.

My pelvis was undulating rapidly by now. Kurt moved up slightly and positioned his cock on my pussy. He moved that big fuck stick up and down my slit as he previously had done with his tongue. I was leaking pussy juice all over that big dick. I started to cum again and just kept on cumming! I was now bucking so hard that Kurt had some trouble getting his purple cock head into my cunt hole, but he finally managed. As he plunged into my heavenly gate, Kurt arched his back and drove all the way in to his balls as I continued to cum, non stop, in successive rolls of pleasure and moans.

Kurt was so up that he only got three deep thrusts in before he blew his load in squirt after squirt of cock cream, deep into my pussy. I continued to squeal and moan in roll after roll of orgasmic release until I finally shivered into a limp stillness, barely able to breathe.

“Damn, woman, you are some piece of hot ass. I don’t find many I can’t keep up with, but you are one of them! Shit, you are some sex fiend!

I replied, “It has been a long time since I had a cock. I guess it showed how horny I was–still am for that matter!”

Kurt then said, “Yeah, and I’m sorry, I tend to shoot too soon for most women on the first go ’round. I can go much longer on the second go ’round.” He would soon proceed to prove that true!

It took us some time to recover and clean each other up, which almost led to another fuck session as I wiped his cock down and he did the same to my pussy. We then tried to lay on the lower birth, but the space was so cramped, it did not work any better than the first bursa escort bayan try. So, we opened the upper birth and he climbed up while I took the lower and we slept for a couple of hours. We did this off an on all night, fucking and sleeping, fucking and sleeping. We finally cleaned up the final time sometime after dawn and went to the dinning car for breakfast.

After eating, we parted company and with fond goodbyes, went our separate ways, he to his compartment to catch up his paper work (and, I suspect, to chase the redhead I had seen him watching from the corner of his eye) and me to the observation car to enjoy the scenery for the final eight hours of the train ride. After a late lunch, I chatted with other passengers and watched the world go by outside until the train pulled into a tiny, rural station in the Colorado ranch country. The tiny station was the only building in sight. It was the kind where the train only stops if the conductor has been alerted to the need to stop to let a passenger on or off at a specified stop.

I climbed down onto the station platform and looked around as the train chugged off down the track. The late afternoon sun was casting long shadows. The slight breeze was blowing dust devils here and there and tumble weed, well, I guess, tumbled! But, I was alone on the platform with my three suitcases and large steamer trunk. There was not even an office or a ticket agent at this isolated place, to break the eerie loneliness and silence–just the wind. I was beginning to despair when, off in the distance, I spotted a long, hanging dust cloud that seamed to be headed my direction. Eventually a large, wooden wheeled buckboard, pulled by a matched team of bays, materialized out of the cloud and wheeled up to the end of the platform where the driver slid the team to a stop.

A tall, handsome and dusky cowboy stepped down and walked my way. ” Sorry I’m late. You Amy?” he asked as he halted in front of me.

“Yes,” I said, “Who are you?”

He replied, “I’m Ray, don’t you recognize me?”

“OH MY GOD,” I said, “I haven’t seen you for so long that, that in truth, no I did not recognize you, you handsome devil you!”

“You’re not so bad looking yourself, Amy, a bit travel worn though.”

“Yes,” I said, “I am in desperate need of decent shower facilities and a thorough freshening up!”

Ray was eight years younger than my late husband and I and the hard work on the ranch had kept him more than fit. He was handsome indeed. Six feet, eight inches tall, broad chested, rugged and muscular with close cropped sandy hair, he could have posed as a model for the later Marlboro Man!. He carried my luggage to the buckboard and loaded it. I commented on the large rolled up thing already there, but he made no comment at the time. Then he helped me up onto the passenger seat. Ray had never married, but according to every Christmas note bragging, had quite a social life with the female gender. He would soon prove that he did indeed have quite a way with the ladies!

As we started out, Ray said that it was a two hour drive, by horse, to the ranch at a steady lope, four and a half if the horses walked more than they loped. Since the team had loped a good deal of the way to the station, they would have to walk most of the way back. “That’s why,” Ray said, “I always carry that bedroll you saw in the back, on long trips, in case of breakdowns or if I would happen to have to stay out overnight”. Ray also said,” “I like to exercise this driving team as much as possible, hence their presence to pick me up rather than a horseless carriage. After all,” he said, “This is a horse ranch and a working one at that.”

Now I had a crush on Ray from the time I first met him and he was best man for his brother at our wedding. We let things get out of hand at the wedding dance where we fucked like a pair of horny rabbits in a rushed, ten minute quickie. Not that I hadn’t already fucked Larry, because of course, I had. But, I had only seen Ray once since that time, about three years later during his short, two hour visit at our place in Florida. Ray left right after he had supper with Larry and me.

We spent the first half hour of the ride getting reacquainted with each other and renewing old memories, especially, near the end of this conversation, the memory of our quick, “Wham bam, thank you Ma’am” at my wedding twenty years ago. I was still horny has hell even after the train ride, a ride that had only reawakened dormant feelings and desires that would not be soon quenched again. So, When Ray put his arm around me in the chill evening air, I made no resistance whatever. In fact, I snuggled up real close and placed my hand on his inner thigh! The sun was long down and we were by now under a clear sky full of stars with a full moon rising. A coyote wailed in the distance! It was definitely a very romantic setting.

It wasn’t long before Ray’s hand dipped down into my dress top at the same instant mine moved up to his crotch and found a monster in the making! He began to caress my tits, one, then the other, rolling the nipple each time. My hand escort bursa on his crotch was being pushed up by a still growing monster. As we began to heat up, Ray said, “Let me tie off the reins to the front rail here and we can get into the back for this. The horses know the way home, they don’t need me to guide them!” Then Ray said to the horses, “Dan, Jake, home boys.” The horses plodded on at a fast walk, heads bobbing.

Ray climbed over the seat and moved the cargo around to the sides to give us a close but useable space in the middle. Ray helped me over the seat and onto the floor of the rear area. He pulled my dress top down and removed the bra. He then went to work licking and kissing my big boobs, paying special attention to each hard nipple with light nibbles and bites. He said, “God, I have been a very long time waiting for more of this . . . from you! Your nipples taste divine.”

As Ray went back to work on my tits, I unzipped his pants and dug out his cock. And I suddenly remembered how monstrously large it had been back at my wedding twenty years ago and it had not gotten any smaller! Deflated, it must have hung down at least eleven inches. But it was not deflated. Ray’s big fuck stick was already half erect and my jacking on him quickly brought him to a full, hard erection of almost thirteen inches with a girth of nearly four inches. A real, one eyed monster! He was already dripping pre cum too, getting my hand sticky immediately. As our passion mounted and the moving, swaying buckboard on the bumpy road jolted us, we grew ever more unsteady on our feet.

So, as ray wiggled out of his shirt, I unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and shorts to the floor around his boots. He then dropped my dress, half slip, and panties to the floor . . . all on top of his unrolled bed roll blankets and we laid down upon them. “No ‘wham bam, thank you Ma’am’ this time,” Ray said as he dived in head first between my legs and into my pussy. I got a real tongue lashing from him, tender and gentle at first, but then with a growing urgency and fierceness that set me even more on fire. My pussy swelled and tingled as it became engorged with blood. Pussy juice began to flow freely and Ray licked up much of it, but the flow was heavy enough, he could not quite keep up. I moaned with pleasure as Ray used his tongue under my clit and his teeth around it until my clit erected into a miniature, two inch dick. Once again, I began shuddering in rolling, continuous orgasms that would not stop cumming!

Then Ray moved up and mounted me, sliding his cock up and down my slit a time or two going deeper each time until he found the entrance to my heavenly gate. He managed to get his cock head in, but my gyrations bounced him out twice before he managed to sink in. Then Ray thrust hard, all the way in to his balls and held me down and both of us still to savor the moment, a moment that turned into more than two minutes that we lay still with me impaled on that monster thirteen inches! It felt deliriously pleasurable! I screamed in delight, “OH MY GOD, oh my God, YES, YES, YES! My orgasms continued, unabated, my physical motion muted by Ray holding me down. My cervix must have been displaced quite a bit to get that monster in that deep and I no doubt was going to feel it in spades on the morrow!

Now, this buckboard at least, was sprung with a transverse leaf spring at both ends (Ray explained this much, much later after my inquiry). Better than none at all, but still a damned sight more stiff than a modern car. But, as Ray once again began to pump slowly in and out of my pussy, the buckboard bounced over the rough road almost in time to his thrusts in a crazy kind of “assisted cock pump.” It felt pretty damned good in my pussy, but it was hard as hell on my back, despite the clothes and blankets we had underneath us.

Ray was so big and my pussy was stretched so far and tight, we just did a very slow fuck for nearly twenty minutes. My orgasms, though weakened, had still not abated, but continued, one after the other like a machine, until Ray finally orgasmed in a shuddering burst and thrust that pumped so much cock cream with my copious pussy juices that we made an indescribable mess of everything under and around us on the floor of the buckboard. I collapsed like a wet noodle, spent and exhausted from non stop orgasms that finally petered out (pun intended). I was gasping for breath, I was very close to needing oxygen! It was a very good thing there would be few people around the ranch house until morning. Our clothes were a disaster beyond belief. But i also knew I wanted to see a very great deal more of this man and his great fuck stick than just this night!

Our clean up attempt nearly had us fucking again. Ray licked and sucked my pussy and crack clean and dry of our combined juices and then I did the same to his cock and balls. Ray, or rather his fuck stick, was standing at full attention again long before we were completely done. I say attempted because we were so full of sex juices and smells, I wonder that even the horses could stand us! Ray leaned against his large bedroll and I sat between his legs and leaned against him with his arms around me and his exposed dick upright against my back. Ray played with my tits and my pussy for more than half an hour. I finally said, “Ray, you got me leaking again!”

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Amanda pulled the RV off the main interstate, and found a small restaurant, with a nice large parking area. She parked the vehicle, and grabbed her purse, making sure she had the keys, before locking the door. She looked back over her shoulder at the RV, still amazed that it was hers. She walked into the small home-style restaurant and immediately liked the atmosphere. She found a booth and sat down, taking the menu from the metal holder at the back of the table.

Instead of studying the menu to decide what to eat, she found herself looking around the small diner, appreciating its old-fashioned charm. It looked like it was caught in time, like a flash back to the fifties. It still had the small jukebox at each table, to select the music. She couldn’t resist the temptation, and fished in her pocket for the right kind of coins. She deposited the money, and then selected a song from sixties, one her mother used to always listen to as Amanda was growing up.

At the counter, a man had been watching her, enjoying the expressions on her face as she first looked around the restaurant, and then upon deciding to play some music. He wasn’t sure of the young woman’s age, just knew she was a lot younger than he. But something about her drew him. She had a beautiful face, composed of arched eyebrows, and thickly lashed eyelids surrounding dark brown eyes. Her skin was clear, in spite of her young years, and a translucent glow seemed to come from within her. Her lips were lush, full and looked like bees had stung them. What he had seen of her body was centerfold material, ill disguised by the white T-shirt she wore.

The waitress, asking if he wanted more coffee, drew his attention. He nodded, not moving his gaze away from the young woman. Betty, who had worked at the restaurant for more years than anyone dared to count, looked from Tom’s handsome, tanned face to where his attention was centered. She had seen the young woman come into the restaurant, as had many of the other regular patrons. Betty decided to serve the table her self, instead of leaving it to the younger waitress, Carol.

Amanda was startled when a glass of water set down beside her on the table. She looked up into the kind and smiling face of a woman who looked like she was in her fifties. She looked and the woman’s tag claimed her name to be ‘Betty.’ Amanda smiled.

“Hi!” Amanda said to the other woman. “I love this restaurant, especially the music thing.” She gestured to the small jukebox.

Betty smiled back, deciding the young woman obviously didn’t have a stuck up personality to match her gorgeous looks. “It’s been like this for years, honey. What can I get for you today?”

Amanda looked back down at the menu, and unconsciously moved one hand to rest on the slightly rounded bulge in her tummy, partially hidden by the table and loose T-shirt. Betty didn’t miss the gesture, and began wondering what this young girl’s story might be.

Amanda ordered a salad and two glasses of milk. Betty went to turn the order in, having every intention of returning to the table to find out about the young woman. But as she started back towards the table, she saw that Tom had deserted the restaurant’s books on the counter, and was now standing at the table of the young woman. Betty gave a very unladylike curse. She should have Tom to his chair. The man was too damned nice for his own good, and had a history of helping ‘strays’ that wandered into the restaurant in the past.

Amanda looked up as she became aware someone was standing at the edge of the table. She looked up into the bluest eyes she had ever seen. His face was tanned, and had smile crinkles at the eyes, and mouth. He was tall, muscular and dressed in a navy T-shirt and jeans.

“I’m Tom Carter, owner of this place. Mind if I join you for a few moments? I like to meet my customers.”

Betty had just reached the table, and snorted in disbelief at his outright lie at the end of his introduction. Amanda looked from the attractive man, to the kind waitress who had brought one of her glasses of milk. She reached up to accept the milk as Betty shoved Tom out of her way. Tom looked at Betty in surprise, staggering under her forceful and unexpected interference. He caught the glare in her eyes, but just grinned.

“Would you bring me some more coffee, Betty?” Tom asked the older woman as he slid onto the bench seat opposite Amanda.

Amanda sipped her milk, looking at Tom, who was now sitting across from her. She lifted one hand and pushed her waist-length blond hair back behind her shoulders. She had no idea how the simple move shifted her breasts beneath the thin shirt, and had them jiggling side to side, before they settled once again, proud and jutting out in front of her.

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Carter. My name is Amanda Trebi… Smith. Amanda Smith.”

Tom wondered at the stumble over her name, and wondered if she decided to use a fake name at the last moment. She was so beautiful, and they were only a couple hundred miles away from ‘tinsel town,’ that he had to wonder if she was running away. Perhaps she thought he would recognize her name, even bursa escort here in this small town, at the edge of the desert. He watched as she chewed her full lower lip for a moment. Tom was jolted once again by a lightening bolt of arousal, shooting through his body. Damn, he said to himself, this ‘woman-child’ was the sexiest thing he had seen in years!

Betty returned and set his coffee down with a loud clink of china. Once Tom looked up at her, she glared at him before she turned away. Tom turned his gaze back to Amanda though. He grinned at her, showing his perfect, white and even teeth. “Welcome to the end of the world, as most of the local youngsters call it.”

Amanda laughed as he had hoped, and he glimpsed her smile. Dimples appeared in her cheeks and her eyes lit from within. As if she hadn’t been attractive enough, now she was radiant, as she smiled. She sipped her milk, reminding herself that she had to drink it all down. “It can’t be that bad. In fact, do you know if there are jobs open? I need a job, and this town seemed like a nice size and friendly.”

Tom wondered at why this beautiful woman would bury herself here, when she could go back to Hollywood, or continue on to Vegas. With her looks, she could make big money at the hotels there, working the tables, or even waitressing. Tom ignored his inner voice of caution, and the fact that there was a job open at the bank, just down the street. He also didn’t mention the job in the local market, which was open due to Charlie’s wife being off after her surgery. Instead, he smiled across the table at her.

“It’s funny you should ask. I need some extra help here, at the restaurant. I just hadn’t gotten around to putting a sign up yet, or an ad in the paper. You must be heaven sent, coming at the right time indeed!”

Amanda smiled slowly. “I’ll be honest, Mr. Carter. I’m not really trained for anything, but I am willing to tackle any job, and work hard.”

“Call me Tom, Amanda. We don’t stand on formality here. Just one thing though, you look awfully young…” he let his voice trail away.

“I’ll be nineteen in a few months,” she told him, and offered to show him her driver’s license as proof. Tom shook his head, though he added he would need her to fill out a few papers.

“There is a small hotel in town, but I have an extra room over the restaurant, if you haven’t found anywhere to stay yet.”

Amanda thanked him. “Actually, I my home with me.” She pointed out the window, to where her RV was parked. “Could I hook it up to the restaurant? I will be happy to pay for the electricity, or just deduct it from my paycheck.”

Tom turned from gazing at the obviously expensive vehicle, and decided this young woman was more mysterious than he had first assumed. “No problem. I’ll help you hook it up, once you finish eating.”

Before Amanda could do more than nod, Betty called out to Tom that he had a phone call. He excused himself, and walked over to where Betty was holding the receiver out to him. He took it, but before he could speak, Betty glared at him again, and muttered just one word.

“Lolita!” She turned her back on him, and grabbed Amanda’s food and took it across to her. Instead of leaving, she took Tom’s seat opposite the young woman.

“So, are you passing through our quaint part of the world?”

Amanda smiled as she eagerly chewed the first bite of her salad. She shook her head negatively though. She swallowed and started on the second glass of milk. “I needed a job, and Tom, Mr. Carter, I mean, was kind enough to tell me about the one here. I am really grateful to him, because he is going to let me hook up out back.” She gestured towards the RV. She stopped talking to take another bite.

Betty sat stunned. As far as she knew, there were no job openings here! She turned and looked at Tom, who was just starting back towards the table. She saw the guilty look on his face, and knew that he realized she had probably just learned about his ‘little lie.’ She shook her head, and stood back up. The man was insane, she told herself quietly, stark raving mad. As Tom resumed his seat, he heard Betty mutter the name Lolita once again, before she walked away.

“I need to go run an errand, but I’ll be back in about thirty minutes. I’ll meet you by the RV, and we can move it around back and get you all settled in.” He paused until Amanda nodded agreement, and then he took off out of the restaurant, at a near run.

His seat wasn’t empty for long though. Betty came back, and called over her shoulder to the cook, Bill, she was taking her break. She intended to learn some much needed information about her newest coworker, before her boss, and lifelong friend, got eaten up and spit back out. “My name is Betty Farnsworth, and you are…?” She asked rudely.

Amanda swallowed, and took another sip of milk. “Amanda Smith,” she told the older woman, the lie coming more easily this time.

“Where you from, sugar?”

Amanda considered another lie, but decided it might too hard to keep them straight. “From Hollywood. I decided to get out of tinsel town.”

“Were you trying to be an actress?” bursa escort bayan Betty asked naturally assuming that everyone in Hollywood acted.

“No. I never had any desire to even try it. Now, what will I be doing around here? Maybe you could instruct me before Tom, Mr. Carter, gets back.”

Amanda finished her salad, listening while Betty explained that her husband Bill worked as cook here, and their niece Carol, was the other waitress. She nodded when Amanda said it was quite a family place. Betty added that she thought of Tom like her son, since she had been a good friend with his folks; all the while they owned the restaurant as well. Amanda slipped her jeans jacket on, as she cooled off in the air-conditioned restaurant. Betty watched as the younger woman snapped it shut, and therefore concealed her slightly rounded belly from sight.

Betty had called both her husband and niece over and introduced them, and was just standing as Tom came back inside. He frowned as he saw that Betty had taken advantage of his absence. He walked over to the booth.

“How about we get your RV set up? That way you can get a good night’s rest before you start tomorrow.”

Amanda stood slowly, and picked up the ticket from the table. Before she could open her purse, Tom had snatched it from her fingers. He pocketed the ticket, ignoring Betty’s surprised look.

“I always buy a dinner for new employees, Amanda. So this one is on the house!” He put his hand around Amanda’s elbow, ignoring Betty’s disbelieving snort. “I’m anxious to see this vehicle of yours. I’ve never been in one before…” he added, escorting her out of the restaurant.

———————–2——————–

Amanda was lying on the queen size bed at the back of the RV when she heard a knock on the door. She started nervously, and slid her hand towards the drawer that held the handgun she had purchased the day after she had left home. Her fingers touched the cold handle before she heard Tom call out to her.

“It’s Tom, Amanda. I wanted to make sure you were settled in for the night, and didn’t need anything.”

Amanda closed the drawer and scampered to the door, unlocking it. “Come in, Tom. I’m fine.” She closed the door, and gestured for him to sit down at the small table.

Tom slid behind the table, onto the padded seat, unable to miss the attractive swell of Amanda’s cheeks, which were visible as her nightgown slid up while she reached into a cupboard. She hadn’t put a robe on, and she was wearing a sheer, short gown, with the little panties that matched. Tom felt his body respond instantly, and thought to himself that he hadn’t seen a short nightgown like that since his teen years. He stopped abruptly, not liking those thoughts at all!

Amanda set two glasses on the table. “Would you like some juice, or maybe milk?” She looked over her shoulder at him, smiling.

“Boy, you are quite the milk drinker! I’ll have juice, if you have nothing stronger.”

Amanda turned with the milk in one hand and the juice in the other. She used her hip to push the door closed and that is when Tom saw it for the first time. He started to jump up, but hit his head on the cabinets above him. He slumped back down, rubbing the bump and stared at Amanda’s rounded tummy. The nightgown was empire waisted, and it draped over her swollen belly obviously.

Amanda set the containers down and eased onto the seat beside him. Her fingers moved into his hair, probing the tender area. “Are you all right?”

Tom turned, not realizing how close she really was. Their faces were but inches apart and he felt the warmth of her breath. He nodded, but his eyes went straight down to the mound that was pressing against the gown. “You’re pregnant!” He told her.

Amanda nodded slowly. “I thought you knew… That you noticed in the restaurant. Does this mean you don’t want to hire me after all? I can still work hard, I promise.”

Tom looked back up, his eyes catching on the delectable display of her large, lush tits in the low cut gown. Her nipples were taut and distended, and seemed to poking out at least half an inch, like they were begging to be tasted. He shook his head to clear his thoughts.

“Of course, I’ll still hire you. I just didn’t realize…” He paused trying to calm his raging hard on, and organize his thoughts.

“That I was knocked up, huh?” Amanda supplied the words for him.

Tom nodded, not liking applying the coarse words to this delicate woman. “Where is the father of the baby? Are you married?”

Amanda shook her head no. “You don’t want to hear about my troubles.” She turned on the seat, and poured him a glass of juice, and then milk for herself. Now he understood the milk fetish.

Tom ignored his common sense, and reached out to lightly place his hand over hers, where it rested on the small table. “Yes, I do, Amanda. I know we just met, but I would like to help, if I can.”

Amanda turned and gave him a small smile. “It’s a sordid story, Tom. It might make a good movie, in fact.”

“Go on, honey,” he told her softly, wanting to know more about her, no matter escort bursa what it might be.

“I am in the family way, in the most basic of ways,” she told him harshly, laughing without humor at her choice of words.

Tom rubbed her hand lightly. “It’s okay, sweetheart. Start at the beginning…”

In the dim light of the RV, Amanda slowly remembered…

“I was sixteen when I first noticed him watching me, all the time.”

“Who, Amanda?” Tom prodded her gently.

“My step-father, Lance Trebiano.” She paused as she saw the recognition on his face. Her stepfather was a famous actor, who was wealthy beyond most people’s wildest dreams. He had married her mother when she was about fourteen. Her mother had been an actress, but not anywhere near as good, nor as well known. “My mother died unexpectedly when I seventeen. It was after that, well, Lance cancelled a couple of movie deals, to stay home and to ‘be there’ for me he told everyone.”

Amanda paused, remembering, and Tom felt bile rise up in his throat. It was obvious what had happened. He heard Amanda continue. “About a month after her death, the light touches he had always used, became more deliberate, and would linger. He told me he wanted to buy me new clothes, to help cheer me up. He took me to a very exclusive store, and he bought me all kinds of lingerie. I thought it was all so pretty, lacy, not thinking about how provocative and how much it exposed. He threw out all my other clothes, and told me I could only wear what he bought me. My clothes got sexier, more adult. I had to wear them all the time, except when I went to school. Then I wore my uniform, but I had to wear the sexy lingerie beneath. I had developed suddenly, and the new lingerie only made it more noticeable. The boys were always watching me at school.”

“He came to pick me up at school a couple of months after my mother died, and found a couple of seniors standing around me, talking to me. I felt so important… Here were these popular seniors. And they were paying attention to me! I had always been part of the unpopular crowd. I was smart, and didn’t hide it. But Lance’s makeover didn’t stop at the clothes. He had my hair lightened, my eyebrows shaped, and he had me tanning in the nude every day, in his tanning bed.”

“Anyway, he shouted at me to get in the car. I was so embarrassed, but that was the last day I went to school. He told me the next morning that I would be home schooled. He didn’t said he didn’t want me exposed to the drugs and other things that were going on in high schools. He then replaced the house staff with Mexican immigrants, who didn’t speak any English. He said he was helping them out, and he was the only one who spoke Spanish. One morning, I woke up and found him gathering all of my uniforms, and all the clothes he had bought me, except the lingerie. He told me from now on, I would only wear what he allowed, and nothing else. I tried staying in my room, but he wouldn’t allow that either. He got rid of my bed, and locked all the other rooms. He told me I would be sleeping in his bed from now on.”

Tom clenched his hands into fists, wanting to kill the bastard.

“After dinner that night, he made me put on one of those bustier things, a thong, stockings, garter belt and high heels. I felt silly walking around like that, but he kept coming up with errands for me to do for him. He put a movie in the VCR and told me to come and sit next to him. I tried to turn my head, but his hand caught my hair and I was forced to watch the X-rated movie. They were all naked, and having sex. Finally, one woman was put over a small table and the man got behind her…” Amanda stopped as her memories flooded over her.

Lance had told her get on the floor and lean over the coffee table. He had slapped her face when she didn’t move right away. She felt him move behind her and begin caressing her naked thighs, making small circles with his warm palms. His hands slid between her thighs, and pressed her legs apart. He had murmured to her, telling her how to move her body. When his fingers touched her lips, she had jumped in surprise. His fingers didn’t stop though, and moved forward to slip under the panties. His fingers cupped her mound, and tangled in the blond shag he found there. He had enjoyed seeing her pubic hair falling out of the tiny panties he made her wear. He would trim her pussy, soon enough, and probably even shave her bald, just not yet.

The next moment, she realized that it was his hot, naked flesh that was against her ass cheeks and back of her thighs. She felt his manhood pressing between her thighs. She tried to close her thighs, but it was too late. He surged forward, and she cried out as he entered her virgin body. It had hurt a little, but his hands were already grabbing and squeezing her breasts, which distracted her. She heard him behind her, breathing hard, thrusting in and out of her body. His pre-cum and the little bit of blood had eased his passage, and there was a lewd squelching noise with each thrust in and out of her cunt. She heard his talking to her, all the while there was the steady ‘slap- slap’ sound of his full balls bouncing against her pussy lips with each thrust. With his hands on her tits, and having waited so long, he came quickly, and shot his cum deeply into her body. She was exhausted as he carried her body to his bed.

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I drove home replaying the entire encounter with Teri over and over in my head. Damn, those tits of hers were just amazing. I so wanted to touch them, to suck them. Fuck, she was such an incredible cock sucker. I still felt slightly numb in my lap. I figured it would pass by the time I got home.

It didn’t take me long to reach my house. I walked inside, and found my wife sitting on the couch watching some reality tv show that didn’t interest me.

“Hi honey, how was your day?” She called from the couch.

“Fine, a little busy but ok,” I replied as I removed my shoes.

I made my way to the bathroom to clean myself up a bit. I didn’t want to sit next to my wife with Teri’s saliva all over my cock.

The rest of the evening was rather uneventful. We watched a show or two on television and eventually retired to bed and fell asleep. Naturally the entire evening all I could think about was Teri. Those luscious breasts. That amazingly talented mouth. And of course those eyes. Those mesmerizing eyes.

The next day at work started like any other. After about an hour or two into my day, my phone pinged with a Facebook instant message. I picked up the phone, and I was actually a bit glad it was Teri.

T: Hi.

M: Hey. How are you?

T: Pretty good. You?

M: Good. Actually after last night I’m doing real good!

T: Yeah I bet lol

I figured I would address our first concern… her husband knowing what she was up to last night.

M: So, did your husband suspect anything when you got home last night?

T: No. Nothing. He was busy watching the baseball game anyway. What about your wife?

M: Nope. She was watching tv when I walked in.

T: Good. I wouldn’t want you to get in trouble.

M: Yeah, you too.

T: So did you enjoy last night?

M: Are you kidding? That was probably one of the best blow jobs I ever got!

T: Mmmm thanks! My pussy was so wet just from having your cock in my mouth.

M: Well next time I’ll have to give it more attention.

After a few minutes of silence, she chimed in with the big question on both our minds.

T: So when will next time be? Do you want to meet up again?

M: Of course! When?

T: Hmm, how about tomorrow night?

M: Ok. Where?

T: I dunno. Any ideas? The park may not be empty.

I thought for a minute. I remembered a shopping center that’s usually empty behind the stores.

M: How about in the back of the shopping center on 27A? It’s usually empty back there.

T: Ok. That sounds good.

M: What are you going to tell your husband?

T: That I have to do some shopping. What about you? What are you telling your wife?

M: Working late. She’s used to that.

T: Perfect. See you tomorrow.

Holy shit. Just last night this beauty, that I had no idea was interested in me, gave me an out of this world blow job, and now she wanted to do it again, or maybe more.

The rest of the workday was the usual. A few emails to deal with, a text from the wife asking me to bring milk home, except most of my thinking was being done with my smaller head. Just thinking about seeing Teri again had me hard almost the entire day.

I decided to stay a little late at work, so when I said I’d be working late tomorrow it looked normal. I made my way home for another evening of dinner and tv until bed time. But of course, all I could think about was tomorrow night with Teri.

The next day at work seemed to drag on, all I could think about was seeing Teri. It was a bit awkward not being able to stand much, as I didn’t want everyone in the office to see the obvious bursa escort bulge in my pants.

It was just after lunch that I decided to message Teri, to make sure we were still on.

M: Hey you.

T: Hi

M: Are we still on for tonight?

T: Of course. I’m so excited. Are you?

M: Hell yeah. I’ll see you there.

Finally the day ended, and I made my way to my car and started driving to the shopping center. Oddly enough I didn’t really think about my wife. All I thought about was what Teri and I were going to do to each other. How we would please each other. How bad I wanted to feel and suck her tits. Damn I wanted those tits.

I arrived at the shopping center and drove around the back. Just as I figured, there was nobody back there. It was nice and dark, so there was no way anyone would see us. I parked my car and took out my phone to text Teri.

M: I’m here.

T: Ok be there in a few minutes.

About 5 minutes later I saw Teri’s car come around the back of the stores. She parked next to the passenger side of my car. I unlocked the door as she got out of hers. She opened the door and sat down in the passenger seat.

“Hi there,” I greeted her.

“Hello,” she said, as she gave me a hug and a kiss on my cheek.

We sat in silence for a moment or two, and finally it was her that spoke first.

“So, we’re here all alone. What should we do now?” She said, with a rather flirty tone. Her eyes were locked on mine. Those eyes, oh those eyes. I was powerless.

“I’m sure we can figure it out,” I said softly as I leaned toward her.

She gave me a slight smile. I brought my left hand up to her right cheek and softly caressed her face. I continued to lean towards her, until my lips made contact with hers. I gently pushed with my tongue, and her mouth opened to accept it. Her tongue entered my mouth, and gradually the kiss became deeper and more intense.

My left hand made its way up her right arm, and over to her right breast. Even through her clothes it felt so full, so soft and was easily more than a handful. Continuing to kiss her I brought my right hand up, and slowly began to unbutton her blouse, then her bra to reveal those tits I had wanted for days.

She took her right hand and placed it on my right leg. Slowly her hand slid up, and as it did I opened my legs to give her full access. She slid her hand all the way up and grabbed my throbbing cock through my pants.

I gently massaged her breasts, running my thumb over the puffy nipples. I gave them a gentle squeeze, admiring the size of them in my hands.

I broke our kiss, and started kissing my way down her neck, under her chin and down to her left nipple. I helped myself to a mouthful of her breast, flicking my tongue over and around the nipple. She let out a soft moan, clearly enjoying the sensation.

I felt her hands go to my belt buckle. I picked my head up and looked into those amazing eyes.

“Is there something in there you want?” I asked her.

“Yeah,” Teri moaned. “I wanna suck that big fat cock again.”

I helped her undo the buckle and unzip my pants. I leaned back a bit and reclined my seat a little as she slid my boxers down and pulled out my erect cock.

I watched as Teri gently stroked it, until I was fully erect. She knelt on the passenger seat of the car, and slowly leaned over the center console with her mouth slightly open.

She started gently kissing the head while continuing to stroke it. She took her tongue and began locking the tip, then swirling around the head. She gave it one good lick down the back of the shaft all the way to the base, bursa escort bayan and made her way up the front. Teri glanced at me with those sexy eyes, and gave me a naughty little smile before expertly taking my entire cock in her mouth.

The feeling was absolutely incredible, possibly even better than the night in the park as she sucked me. She knew how to move her head up and down at just the right pace. Apply just the right amount of suction. Every slurp and pop as she reached the head drove me wild.

All of a sudden this feeling came over me. This feeling of intense desire. Desire for pleasure. Desire for Teri. I slowly brought my right hand to the back of her head, and grabbed a good fistful of her hair.

She paused for a moment, perhaps unsure of what I was doing? As to tell her to keep going, I slowly started moving my hips up and down. She got the idea and continued to suck me as she had been.

This feeling of desire inside me only grew. Something inside me just snapped, and I wanted to make Teri mine. Make her only mine, for my pleasure. I started moving my hips faster and faster, slapping my pelvis and my balls harder and harder against her face.

What had started as a deep, intense blow job had now become an all out face fuck.

“Ohhh that’s it,” I moaned. “Suck my cock you bad girl.”

I continued slamming against her face. I swear her mouth felt just as good as a pussy. And Teri was so naughty I swear she was enjoying it. She let out a moan each time my balls hit her cheek, sending vibrations down my shaft.

It wasn’t much longer before I felt that feeling in my balls. I knew I was going to cum soon, and hard.

“Ohh that’s it baby. Keep sucking it,” I moaned. “Keep sucking that cock. Make me cum.”

Teri let out a long, deep moan and that was enough to send me over the edge.

I grabbed her hair as tight as I could, and pushed down on her head with all my might. I lifted my hips, burying my cock down her throat.

“Ffffffuuuuccckkkkk!! Ohhhhh fffuuuuuccckkk!”

My cock erupted on her mouth. I could feel Teri swallowing with each spurt, trying to keep up with the flood of cum I was depositing in her mouth.

Once I was finally finished I released my grip on her hair. Slowly she brought her head up, keeping her lips locked on my shaft. Her lips smacked as she reached the tip and it fell from her mouth.

“Ohhh wooowww!” She said, catching her breath.

She looked at my cock, soaked in a mixture of her saliva and my cum. She gave me another one of those naughty smiles, leaned back down and expertly used her tongue to clean me off.

She leaned back in the passenger seat to catch her breath.

“Oooo I enjoy a good face fuck.” She said in a sexy, flirty tone. “Especially from your cock. That got me sooo wet”

As she said this she started slowly running herself through her pants. I brought my seat back to an upright position. I placed my left hand on her left thigh and said softly, ” Let me help you with that.”

I moved my hand slowly up her thigh. Just as I was about to be over her pussy, she grabbed my hand. With another naughty smile and flashing those eyes, she took my hand at put it down her pants. She guided me inside her panties and down to her shaved pussy.

“That’s what I need,” she whispered. “Rub my pussy. Get me reaalllyyy wet.”

She wasn’t kidding. Her pussy lips were already slick. With the back of my hand I could feel her panties were indeed moist.

I started gently rubbing her with my middle to fingers. Slow at first, then gradually harder and a little faster. My right hand went back to her luscious right escort bursa tit and gently massaged it. As I touched her, she took hold of my spent cock in her left hand, almost determined to bring it back to life.

I continued rubbing her, until she was so wet I could easily slip my two fingers inside her. Her pussy felt incredible. So soft and so wet inside. My fingers easily slid in and out of her, Teri breathing deep each time I entered her.

I pushed my fingers inside her and curled them in a “come here” motion, massaging her inside. I pressed my thumb against her clit, pushing and rubbing to drive her crazy.

Teri started breathing very deeply, letting out slight squeals each time she exhaled. Sensing she was getting close to an orgasm, I pulled my fingers out of her.

“Oohhh no don’t stop!” She begged. “Don’t tease me. Keep going. Make me cum!”

I started rubbing her clit. Up and down at first, then I started rubbing in a circular motion. Gradually rubbing harder and harder, as she got wetter as wetter. She began stroking my cock, which was actually starting to get hard again.

“Oooooohhh,” she whispered, leaning back in the seat and closing her eyes. She spread her legs as wide as she could, giving my hand full access.

I began rubbing her harder and faster. I watched as she bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and continued moaning. Sensing she was near orgasm again I stopped.

“Nnnoooooo!” She moaned. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop!” Teri gave my cock a squeeze, urging me to continue rubbing her clit.

I figured after teasing her twice, she was ready to cum hard. I began working my fingers in and out of her dripping wet pussy. I pressed my thumb against her clit and curled my fingers to massage her on the inside. With my other hand I continued to massage her breast, tracing circles around her puffy nipple.

Suddenly Teri took her right hand and gripped the door handle tightly. She threw her head back, and spread her legs even wider. Her eyes closed as her mouth dropped open.

“OoooooohhAaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!!” She started screaming. “Ohhh shit oh fuuucckkk I’m commmmiinnggg!!”

She wasn’t kidding. With that I felt her pussy clamp down on my hand and explode in wetness. I shoved my fingers in as far as I could, enjoying the sensation of her pussy on my wet fingers.

Once she came down from her orgasm Teri sat in the seat breathing heavily, staring at me with those eyes. She continued to very slowly, gently stroke my cock.

I pulled my soaked hand out from her pants. She saw the wetness glistening on my fingers. With her right hand she guided my hand to her mouth, and she one by one sucked my fingers clean.

“Mmmmm. That was fucking incredible. You sure are good with your hands.”

“Thank you,” I replied. Glad I could help you.”

I looked down at my erect cock in her hand. “Now, what should we do about that?” I asked her with a slight smile.

“Well, as much as I would love to make you cum again, I really should get going. Besides. I’d rather leave you wanting more, than leave you exhausted,” she said teasingly.

“Alright. Fair enough,” I agreed.

We sat in silence while we each fixed our clothes. Teri pulled down the visor and gave herself a quick look in the mirror. I guess she didn’t want to go home looking like she just had an orgasm.

“I’ll see you again soon,” she said as she leaned towards me.

“Definitely,” I agreed, staring into her eyes.

She leaned closer, until her lips were just about to touch mine. “Next time, I want your cum on my tits,”she whispered, before giving me one last kiss.

I watched her as she got out of my car and back into hers. She flashed me one last smile before driving away. As I sat there watching her leave, I smiled at the thought of her going home to her husband, with her pussy and her panties soaked by my hand.

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I looked at the mirror. Yes, I definitely needed a haircut. And if I didn’t one today, it would get delayed for another two weeks, till I came back from my vacation. I picked up the telephone and dialed the hairdressers. A couple of rings and there was a sexy voice on the line.

“Good morning, Shear Delite. How may I help you?”

“Hello. This is Steve Renner. I would like an appointment with Betty Jo this afternoon.”

“Hmmm… I don’t know about today. Quite a few of our girls have taken the day off, and I think BJ is pretty much tied up. Anyway, let me check the register.” There was a pause before she continued, “I’m so sorry. Just as I thought. I’m afraid BJ is booked up right through the day. Would you like to be taken care of by somebody else? Or else, I could fit you in first thing tomorrow.”

“No, thanks. I have been having my hair done by BJ for years now. She knows me best. And I do need an appointment today itself. I am going out of town tomorrow. Listen, can I have a quick word with her?”

“Sure hon, just hold on. I’ll get her in a moment.”

I heard her put the receiver down, and yell out, “BJ, customer for you. Please pick up the phone.”

A few moments, she was on the line. “Hello, BJ here.”

“Oh, hi BJ. This is Steve Renner. I know you are tied up like crazy. But I need a haircut today itself. I’m going out of town tomorrow morning.”

“Gee, Steve, I am booked right through the day. My last customer gets done only by 8 p.m., and that’s when we close down. Can any of the other girls take care of you?”

“No BJ. You know how particular I am about my hair. I don’t want anyone else messing around with it. Listen, do you mind if I came in after eight. Could you stay back for me? Just this once? I would really appreciate it.”

“Okay, Steve, you are twisting my arm,. Remember, you owe me big.” I could almost see her smile. “So, I’ll see you at eight.”

I spent the rest of the day finishing up a number of last minute chores connected with my trip. Bills to be paid, tickets to be collected….. all routine mundane things. By seven in the evening, I was all done, and even my bags were packed.

Exactly at eight I was at the salon. When I walked in, BJ was still attending to her last customer.

“Hello Steve. As you can see, I am running a bit late. The other have all left, leaving me to close up after I am finished with you. Will you give me another fifteen minutes? I’ll be done with Ray here by then. Why don’t you take a stroll and come back?”

“All right,” I replied. Suddenly, I had a brainwave. “hey, have you had anything to eat? If not, I’ll pick up a couple of sandwiches, and something to drink. Would you like that?”

“Sure hon…. That’ll be great. You really are a sweetheart.” She flashed me another of her 100 watt smiles.

I stepped out and walked a block down to Jeffreys, a deli that served great sandwiches. I got a couple of pastrami on rye with Coleman’s mustard, some kosher dills, a bag of Cap Cod chips, two brownies, and four bottles of cold Heineken, dark. What the heck, if we were going to eat, might as well do it right.

By the time I got back, Ray had left and BJ was cleaning up. I sat down on a sofa near the reception area and put the bags of food on a glass-topped table. Twisting the cap off a bottle of beer, I took a long draught, and watched BJ tidy up her station. She was sweeping up the floor, pushing the fluffy piles of hair into a dustpan and depositing them into a trashcan. She then rearranged the table, putting the combs and scissors and the hair dryers in their proper places. Finally, she washed her hands and came over to where I was sitting.

She smiled, “that beer sure looks inviting.”

I handed her a bottle, and she sat back in her chair, taking a deep swallow. “That really feels good, Steve. Do you mind if I smoked?”

Without waiting for my reply, she opened her bag and took out a cigarette from a packet of Virginia Slims and placed it between her lips. I noticed she had full, sensuous lips.

I leaned forward and flicked my lighter for her. She dipped her head and cupped the flame with her hands as she lit the cigarette and took a deep drag. She had long slender fingers, and her fingernails were painted a crimson red.

“I really appreciate your staying late, BJ,” I said. “But you know how paranoid I am about my hair.”

“That’s cool, Steve. Actually I am a bit flattered when my regular customers insist that they get me. Anyway, you have now turned this into a sort of picnic. I am enjoying it after the hard day I’ve had. So I guess we are even.” She took another deep swallow from her bottle.

I opened up the brown bags and laid out the food on the table. I had brought extra napkins and extra packets of mustard in case BJ was also a mustard freak like me. Opening the bag of chips I offered some to BJ.

“Hmmm… delicious,” she said, munching nosily on the chips. For the next few minutes, the room was filled with the appetizing smell of cold cuts and condiments and the happy almanbahis adresi sounds of two hungry persons chowing down. I opened up the two remaining bottles of beer and passed one to BJ.

“Thank you hon, “she responded, after taking a deep swallow. With the back of her hand, she wiped her lips. “I didn’t realize how famished I was.”

BJ leaned back in her chair and stretched her legs. She was wearing a black sleeveless linen dress that stopped a couple of inches above her knees. It was buttoned down the front, and I could see the lacy, frilly edges of her bra peeking over the top of the low scalloped neckline. I observed she had large, full breasts. Her legs were long and slim and encased in shiny black pantyhose. On her feet she had black leather pumps, and there was a filigreed silver chain adorning one of her ankles.

We spent the next few minutes in desultory chat. She wanted to know where I was going on my vacation and shared the details of the last vacation she had taken with her boyfriend. With a final swig, she drained off her beer and put the bottle on the table.

“Well Steve, I guess it’s time to get to work.” BJ got up from her chair and beckoned me. I followed her to her station and sat down in the barber’s chair. She turned the chair around and tilted it so that my head was positioned over the sink. Turning the faucet open, she began spraying water on my head with a tiny porcelain handshower.

“Is the water temperature okay?” she smiled at me. “Hope it’s

not too hot.”

I nodded to indicate that everything was kosher. I closed my eyes and gave myself up to the sensuous feel of the warm rivulets of water coursing through my hair.

Opening a bottle of shampoo, BJ poured a little quantity into her right palm and started working up a good lather on my wet scalp. She was standing close to me, her legs touching mine, and her firm thighs occasionally rubbed sibilantly against the sides of my upper body. She was bent over my face, working the shampoo into my hair, her fingers massaging my scalp in a circular motion. Her breasts were moving in rhythm with the movements of her hands and they brushed against my cheeks and the sides of my neck.

I opened my eyes and the sight before me was wondrous. The neckline of her dress hung low and the upper moons of her breasts spilled out invitingly, straining against the black lace cups of her bra.

I shifted my face imperceptibly so that my cheeks were occasionally touching her cleavage. Her warm flesh felt incredibly smooth and silken. There was bulge growing in my pants, and I was hoping that it wouldn’t become too obvious. I was beginning to feel noticeably hot and flustered.

After a few more moments, BJ turned off the faucet and began to squeeze the water down from my head. Taking a towel from the cabinet, she started to dry my hair. This movement caused her breasts to jiggle and rub against my face. I was enjoying this sensation and moved my face closer to her bosom. I sensed BJ moving in a little closer so that her legs were now pressed tight against my upper torso. I could feel the heat emanating from her body as her thighs started rubbing deliciously against my right arm. My fingers were touching her knees and calves.

I opened my eyes and saw BJ looking at my face intently.

“You enjoying this honey?” she asked with a mischievous twinkle in her eye. She bent her body down so that her cleavage was now right in front of my face.

“Oh yes,” I murmured dreamily, and throwing caution to the winds, pushed my head forward, burying my face in the sweet valley of her bosom. She smelled wonderful, a mixture of damask rose and her own body fragrances.

I snuggled closer, my nose burrowing deeper into the warm folds of her flesh. My hand felt feverish against her nylon-clad legs. I slowly brought it up, rubbing the muscled calf and feeling the dimpled backside of her knee. I drew her closer.

Suddenly, she shifted slightly and swung one leg over and straddled me, with her legs on each side of the chair. She straightened up for a moment, unbuttoning the top half of her dress. Shrugging the dress down over her shoulders, she pushed it down to her waist so that her breasts were bared. They swung over me in all their magnificence, two lace encased peaks of ambrosia.

She was wearing a black underwire demi bra, and the wide circles of her ruby red aureoles were clearly visible. Her creamy white complexion was in stark contrast to the black silk of her designer bra, and her flesh bulged out succulently under the elastic material.

I rubbed my face against her breasts, feeling the smooth silk of the bra rasp against my stubble. With shaking hands I pushed one of the cups down and a long red nipple sprang into view. It was almost half an inch in length and the thickness of my little finger. I stuck my tongue out and flicked at it tentatively, coating it with saliva. The nipple felt warm and rubbery and I bit it gently.

BJ whimpered; almost a guttural moan. She put her hands behind her back almanbahis adres and unhooked the clasp of her bra and threw the garment on the floor allowing me to feast upon the beauty of her bare breasts. They were magnificent; a creamy white in complexion and without any trace of sag. Holding one of those mounds under her left hand, she proffered it to me, like some precious bounty, while her other hand gently guided my head towards it.

With a contented sigh, I opened my mouth to accept the offering, taking the ruby capped cone between my lips and suckling on it like a contended baby. Her breast was soft and succulent, and with both my hands, I circled the base, pushing the pouting tip further into my mouth. I increased the pressure of my lips on her breast, drawing in the tip with some force and creating suction.

BJ gasped audibly as I drew in more of her tender flesh into my mouth, my tongue flicking her nipple in tantalizing rhythm. She settled down a little more comfortably in my lap and I could sense the heat emanating from her crotch as she rubbed against me.

I brought my hands up under her dress and caressed her ass cheeks. Clad in pantyhose, they were smooth and sleek to my touch. I squeezed the globes gently, my fingers tracing the steaming crack that separated them. Her pantyhose came up to her waist and through them, I could feel the outline of her panties. She was wearing hipster panties, the type with tight short legs. I brought my hands up till they reached the top of her pantyhose and made contact with her silken flesh. Her stomach was incredibly taut and smooth without an ounce of extra flab. With both my hands I encircle her tiny waist, bringing them slowly down over the generous flare of her full hips.

“Mmmmmmm… that feels very good baby,” BJ murmured dreamily. She bent her head down and kissed me on my lips. A wet lascivious kiss that left me tingling with anticipation.

Her tongue snaked into my mouth, dueling with mine. She drew her tongue into her mouth, sucking it hard. I responded by taking her lower lip between my lips and biting it gently. She gasped. I began to caress her lips with my tongue, tracing the smooth outline with its tip, and planting a wet kiss on the edges where her lips ended.

Bringing my face down I kissed the lower sides of her chin, tracing a wet path with the tip of my tongue to the base of her neck. BJ placed her arms on my shoulders for support, her head thrown back in ecstatic abandon.

I moved my head to one side, burrowing my face under her arms. The undersides of her arms were wonderfully smooth and soft. I pushed my head up, burying my face in the smooth velvet of her armpit. I inhaled the musky fragrance, a combination of a light floral deodorant and her body aroma. It was heady, almost intoxicating, and I snuggled closer, losing myself in the sensuous warmth.

“I like what you are doing, Steve,” said BJ. “You are making me very wet.” She moved around on my lap, pressing down on my crotch.

I shifted my face once again and started sucking on her enlarged nipples. With my hands I pressed her breasts together, so that her nipples were sticking out in front of my face. With rapid movements of my tongue I began to lick the nipples alternately in quick succession.

“Oh my God, Steve. It feels so wonderful. I feel so very hot.” BJ had her eyes closed and I could see the pink tip of her tongue running feverishly across her lips.

I increased the tempo of my tongue, flicking the rubbery nubs of her nipples with feverish ardor. I could feel the bulge growing in my pants. My cock was throbbing for release and BJ sensed it/ Hr hand crept down between her legs groping for my groin. With a grunt of satisfaction her fingers closed around my erection.

“Mmmmmm.. What do we have here,” she asked mischievously. “Somebody’s getting real excited. I like that.” She lifted up her body slightly to allow easier access for her hand, and traced the outline of my erection. Running her hand between my legs, she cupped my balls, her index finger probing the crack of my ass.

I released my hands from her breasts and brought them up under her dress once again, squeezing the soft globes of her ass cheeks. Her crotch was now wet with her juices, and her panty hose was soaked through.

I rubbed my fingers in her crack, smearing my fingers with her juices. I brought up my hands and rubbed my fingers across her nipples coating them with her honey. Bending my head I moved my lips to her breasts and started sucking on her nipples, savoring the tart flavor of her cunt juices.

“Oh God Steve, that feels wonderful. Please don’t stop honey. Bite me,” she urged. BJ was now panting with desire.

I rolled her nipples around in my mouth, nipping gently on the rubbery flesh. Her nipples were hard and erect and filled my mouth. I closed my lips around them and sucked hard and long, eliciting a squeal of pleasure from her.

With my teeth I drew one of her nipples out, stretching the satiny skin of her aureole while the fingers almanbahis adres of my right hand were busy squeezing the other nipple. Meanwhile, with my left hand I continued to saw between her legs, feeling the incredible slickness of her nylon covered pussy.

“Oh Steve honey,” BJ murmured into my ear. “You can’t imagine what you are doing to me. I’m so wet, it’s not a joke. Let me get rid of this hose.”

BJ got up from my body, allowing her dress to pool down at her feet.. Her body glowed with perspiration and her breasts were shining wet with my saliva. She bent down and removed the silver anklet from her right foot and then unbuckled the straps of her black pumps.

Walking up to me, she pulled me by both hands out of my chair. “Now undress me completely, lover,” she ordered.

I got up from the chair and held her by the waist. Drawing her close to me, I kissed her once again, my hands moving to her ass cheeks. I slowly slid down on my knees so that my face was flush with her stomach. I brought my hands up to the waistband of her pantyhose and slowly began to roll it down. There was a powerful musky aroma arising from her crotch and it was making me giddy with desire. I pushed my head forward, burying my face in the steamy jungle between her legs. God, it felt good.

BJ put one hand on my shoulder for support as she lifted, first one leg, and then the other to help me remove the hose from her body. I tossed the damp, flimsy garment aside and turned my attention to her soaking panties.

She was wearing black hipster panties that clung to her undulating hips like a second skin. The gusset of the panties was made of satin and her mound jutted out sensuously like a silken invitation to paradise. Her alabaster skin played peeping tom through the lace material of the panties, adding to the erotic effect.

BJ spread her legs apart, and in the bright lights of the salon the satin crotch of her panties was shining wet with her juices. Smiling mischievously at me, she pushed her right hand inside the waistband of her panties into her pussy. I could see the outline of her fingers as they pressed into the wet folds of her cunt.

“Oh yes,” she sighed, “that feels good. Steve, I’m so fucking wet. It’s like a river down her.” With a throaty laugh, BJ removed her hand from her panties and offered the wet shining fingers to me, tracing them across my feverish lips before plunging them into my waiting mouth.

I licked her fingers ravenously, savoring the pungent juices. It was more intoxicating than anything I had had in my life. With a grunt I raised my hands to her waist and tore her panties down. It was sodden with perspiration and juices.

BJ took the panties in her hands and rubbed it across my face and neck, smearing my cheeks with her slickness. For a moment she held the damp garment under my nostrils, making me inhale the strong scent.

“You like the smell babe,” she asked in a sexy whisper. “Does it turn you on? You want more of BJ?” She was now teasing me, driving me mad with passion.

I nodded mutely, licking the juices from the gusset of her panties. She finally took the garment from my hands and threw it to the floor beside her pantyhose. Pirouetting on her feet like a dancer, she thrust out her ass provocatively, posing for me like an artist’s model. She had a perfect ass, riding high on her legs. Her ass cheeks were firm and smooth without any blemish or stretch marks.

Again, she started teasing me in her sultry voice.

“Do you like what you see, honey?” Turning her back to me, she slowly bent down, spreading her legs apart as she did. With her hands she spread open the cheeks of her ass, laying bare her crack that was wet with juices. I could see the pink rosebud of her asshole, and below it a thick furry patch that ran up her legs.

BJ slowly stepped back so that body was now close to mine. She reached behind with her right hand, and with her long slender fingers started rimming her asshole. I pushed my face forward, inhaling the powerful smells. Her pubic hair was pearled with juices and her crimson pussy lips gleamed wet through the tufts of dark, shining hair.

“You have a very thick bush,” I murmured, burying my face in the damp patch. Burrowing my face under her legs I ran my tongue along the thick lips of her cunt. She tasted wonderful. Creamy and refreshingly tart like the filling of a lemon meringue pie.

I slowly turned her around so that she was now standing up with her crotch positioned against my face. She had a luxuriant growth of silken pubic hair that covered her entire lower groin like a thick velvet mat. I suddenly had an idea.

“Can I do something kinky?” I asked her. “Can I shave your bush? Shaving a woman turns me on.”

“Sure babe, if that’s what you want. Just make sure you don’t nick me.” BJ smiled at me and got on to the barber’s chair with her legs splayed apart. “Here, I am all at your disposal.”

I bent down and ran my fingers through the tufts of dark hair that were slick with her juices. I pushed my forefinger into her wet hole. It sank in smoothly like a hot knife ploughing in through butter. I added one more finger into the hot cavern and slowly began to twist both the digits around, my knuckles rubbing against the walls of her pussy.

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Michelle had been waiting for this for a long time. Lately her Husband hadn’t been doing his job and she was getting desperate. When she ran into her ex the other day, she thought “this must be a sign from God himself!” When they were together, the man was insatiable and he was always up for it. At first, Michelle wasn’t going to call him, but when her husband called just a few hours ago saying he had to extend his business trip for another two day, she decided she couldn’t take the dry spell any longer. Slowly Michelle got up off the couch she was sitting on and walked over to the house phone. She reached out for the phone. Her hand was shaking with apprehension. Her fingers curled around the phone, her sweaty fingers picked up the phone. The phone nearly fell from her hand. Michelle had already memorized Zack’s new number so there was no point in looking for the napkin he’d written it on. As she dialed, the voice in her head was warning her against what she was planning. “Don’t do this! John loves you! Maybe you can still work this out!” The voice screamed at you as the phone on the other line rang. Then there was a beep and a deep male voice spoke.

“Hello?” Zack said into the phone. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make her pussy wet. The sound of his voice transported her back to those long summer nights when they’d fuck under the stars with only the light of the moon to guide them in their actions.

“Hello? Is anyone there?” Zack asked again, this time a little more forcefully. His voice knocked Michelle out of her reverie.

“Yes Zack, I’m here.” Michelle finally said.

“Michelle? I didn’t think you’d call.” Zack said. “How’s that husband of yours?” he said with a smirk, Michelle could hear it in his voice.

“John’s fine. He’s out of town for two days…and I need you.” Michelle said, almost at a whisper.

“Need me? What do you need me for Michelle?” Zack asked.

“You know why Zack.” Michelle said.

“I want you to say It.” Zack Prodded.

“Damn you!” Michelle cried out. “I need your cock Zack…..there are you happy?” Michelle raged.

“Well that’s no way to ask someone for a favor now is that Michelle, especially since I’m taking a big chance with my life, seeing as how your husband’s mobbed up and all.” Zack chuckled.

Zack laughed into the phone. Michelle wondered how in the fuck Zack knew about her husband’s business. Then she almanbahis adres remembered. Zack was a special agent with the FBI’s organized crime division.

“Does it matter? He’s not even in town.”

“Oh I knew that already. He’s in Vegas, taking care of some pretty nasty business from what I hear.”

“Are you coming over or not?” Michelle demanded.

“I’ll be there in 15 minutes.” He answered.

———————————

Michelle took a step back and looked at herself in the full length mirror in the Master bedroom’s bathroom. She had changed into a very short blue mini dress with a deep cleavage and that showed off her ass pretty well. Even though she hated Zack with a passion, she still wanted to let him know what he had passed on. Michelle stroked her straight, raven colored hair and spun in a half circle. “Damn this dress makes my legs look good.” Michelle thought to herself. With that thought, Michelle bent over and put on the stilettos she’d bought over a year ago. They added about 3 inches to her 5’5 frame. As she gave herself a final once-over, she heard a knock on the front door. She exited the master bedroom and took her sweet time walking to the front door. When she got there, Zack was knocking on the door again. Michelle opened the door and took a step back. Zack hadn’t exactly gotten dressed to impress for the day’s events. He had on a pair of black slacks, black loafers and a white t-shirt on. Very low key but it still showed off his impressive body. Rock hard abs, strong broad shoulders, fair skinned and 6 feet tall, Zack was an excellent human specimen.

“You look….beautiful.” Zack said. Michelle stepped back further as an invitation for him to enter her house. She shut the door behind him.

“Thank you, I know” Michelle replied.

Zack smiled. “Same old Michelle I see…..so how do you want to do this? I wasn’t too sure-”

“Just shut up, drop your pants and walk over to the couch” Michelle commanded. Zack nodded and complied with his orders. Wearing only his boxers he walked over to the couch in the living room. He and other members of the team assigned to her husband’s case had spent hours watching her house. He could walk through the entire place with his eyes closed.

When Zack had finally made his way to the couch, Michelle started her approach. She stopped right in front of him, looking down on him as he almanbahis adresi sat in front of her. Slowly she sank to her knees. Her hand reached out and grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled it down slowly. His manhood was revealed before her. It was still soft but Michelle planned on changing that soon. It was already growing in size as Zack began to understand her intentions. Before Zack could grow to his full size, Michelle grabbed his cock and wrapped her thick lips around it. The warmth of her mouth made Zack’s dick immediately start to harden. Michelle had to admit that there were few feelings she loved more than a dick getting hard in her mouth. When it had reached its peak capacity, Michelle rubbed the tip against her cheek and pulled it out from her mouth making a popping sound. Michelle looked at her old companion that used to bring her so much satisfaction. It was long, thick and veiny. Best of all, it was circumcised. Michelle admired it a few seconds more and then went back to work.

She laid Zack’s tool against his stomach and began licking the shaft of his penis from the base up, covering every square inch in her saliva. She took one nut into her mouth and sucked on it, her tongue teasing it all the while. The flicks of her tongue against his ball sack caused the sack to tighten up. It seemed to get heavier the more aroused Zack became. Michelle released her prisoner and went to the other nut, showing just as much attention to it. She could feel Zack shivering and wiggling above her, as he moaned and whispered encouragement.

“Oh baby!” “don’t stop!” Zack went on, lost in the pleasure he was getting from this wonderful blowjob. Michelle reached down beneath the hem of her skirt and felt her bare womanly mound. It was already sopping wet with her own juices.

Michelle began stroking Zack’s cock and pumping her index finger into her wet pussy at the same time working up a nice rhythm. She arched her neck and brought Zack’s penis to her mouth. She kissed the tip then flicked it lightly with her tongue. She bought in a little more of him into her mouth, taking it slow. Her tongue attacked the new inches of meat in her mouth vigorously. She pushed her head down a little more, adding more of Zack into her. She could feel the pulse in his dick through a long vein that was pushing against her. The pulsing heat made her even more wet, juices seeping from her vagina and almanbahis adresi in between her fingers. A moan escaped her throat and the vibrations of the sound transferred to Zack’s cock, making him squirm. Pre-cum began seeping out of his manhood and coating her tongue in the bitter sweet fluid. Michelle did her best to swallow it all up. Michelle continued stroking him in her mouth, while bringing more of him into her mouth, until she could feel his penis at the back of her throat. Her lips were now touching the base of his cock, the coarse strands of his pubic hair tickling her nose. Zack took control at this point and grabbed her hair and held her in place. Michelle let go of his dick, He began pumping his cock in and out of her, forcing Michelle to adapt to his girth in her throat quickly. Michelle began sucking on his cock, trying to get all of his juices down her throat.

All this time, Michelle had been finger fucking herself and the pressure was building. Her hand was sticky with all of her juices covering every inch of her fingers, dripping down to below her wrist. She rubbed her clit with the hand she had been stroking Zack with, and she felt the walls of her vagina tighten around her fingers. She began to increase the speed and pressure of her pumping and she could finally feel it coming, the sweet release.

She heard Zack yell out “Damn baby I’m coming!” And that built up her orgasm even more. Zack’s cock tensed in her mouth and his seed spilled into her mouth. The white hot lava that erupted from the volcano of his penis coated the back of Michelle and began to slide down her throat. She pulled the cock out a little so that the sweet juice would hit her tongue instead of her throat so she could get a taste. As soon as the first drop hit her tongue, she came. Her eye lids slammed shut and light burst behind her eyes. She saw every color of the rainbow. Whites, blues, and reds. Her legs shook and she bucked as she rode the waves of her orgasm. The taste of Zack’s cum on her tongue and her still pumping fingers pushed deeper under the waters of her orgasm, and Michelle could feel herself drowning in the Euphoria. Michelle swallowed every drop of cum in her mouth and then removed Zack from her mouth. She lied back against the couch and finally took her fingers out from between her legs and tasted herself. The taste of their combined fluids was almost enough to make her come again. Michelle closed her eyes and enjoyed the residual feelings from her orgasm for few moments. The she stood in front of Zack.

“Put your shit back. I never want to see you again.” Then with a stomach full of cum, Michelle kicked Zack out and went to sleep off the nights’ exercise.

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“So, guys, gather round,” Guy the director said, as he ushered us to join him at the end of the large double bed.

“This is a really important scene. Pivotal, yeah? It’s so important we’re going to split it over two sessions. So let’s go over what we’re trying to establish here,” he continued in his broad New York accent. He was a short, anxious-looking middle-aged man with a craggy face, dark goatee and large bags under his eyes that suggested he lay awake at night worrying about ratings, deadlines and budgets.

“Right,” Mia said, casually flicking through her copy of the script as she perched on the end of the bed and crossed her legs.

“Sure,” I agreed, trying hard not to be distracted by the sight of her dressing gown riding up over her long legs, baring another inch of her smooth, tan thighs as I glanced down at the first few lines of my copy of the script:

“FADE IN. INT: AMARETTI MASTER BEDROOM. JOHNNY and VANESSA lie in bed, the half-light of dawn revealing their bodies lying entwined beneath a thin sheet. Clothes are scattered untidily over the carpet. JOHNNY stirs in his sleep as VANESSA runs a hand over his bare chest.

VANESSA: Morning, handsome

JOHNNY (sleepily): …”

I didn’t really need to look, I’d learned all the lines off by heart the night before, pacing up and down my tiny one-bedroom apartment, determined not to make a fool of myself by forgetting my lines on the day. I felt like I was acting all the time here, not just when I was on-set, always trying to hide how nervous and excited I felt being on-set. It was my most challenging role: Jake Smith, a promising, talented young actor who was worthy of his place in the cast.

This was my first serious role, actually playing a named character in successive episodes of a proper television series rather than “Rowdy guy in bar” or “Over-eager young cop”, and I was playing opposite Mia Starling, a professional actress who I had a lot of respect for. Not exactly a household name, but you might know her face if you saw it. An actor who made a comfortable living playing any number of cheated housewives, devious widows and distraught soccer moms in TV staples like Law and Order and CSI, as well as supporting roles in dozens of movies.

This was a big opportunity for both of us, playing solid, well-established character roles in the second series of “Amaretti’s Way”. Mia was reprising her role from the first series as ‘Vanessa’, the manipulative wife of small-time mobster Vince Amaretti. And I was playing ‘Johnny’, a small-time crook and aspiring mobster who’s recently started working for her husband as a chauffeur and general dogsbody. One of the key storylines of this series was the affair between Vanessa and Johnny. Vanessa wants out of her marriage as her husband Vince is an over-bearing bully, but knows she can’t simply walk away, and so she seduces Johnny in the hope that he’ll be able to help her get rid of her husband. Of course, it all ends badly for poor young Johnny, and I’m killed off in the last episode when the murder plot goes badly wrong, but still the chance to appear in just a few episodes of prime-time drama made it a terrific opportunity.

“So, let’s set the scene,” Guy continued. “Vince has gone to Vegas to sort out a problem at his casino, and Vanessa has wasted no time in seducing Johnny. You guys are waking up in bed having spent the night together for the first time and now it’s morning, Vanessa wants to start sowing the seeds of her plan. She’s not entirely sure where she’s going yet, but she just feels that Johnny may come in handy in some future plot against Vince. Okay?”

“So Mia, we know how manipulative and scheming you can be. In the first part of this scene, you need to get Johnny onside. You need to convince him how badly Vince treats you, you’ve got to get his sympathy, make him want to protect you, make him desire you, even love you. But you can’t be too obvious, you know Johnny is still loyal to Vince at this point, but he is young and impetuous and that could work in your favour.”

“Sure,” Mia said, looking slightly bored as if he was stating the obvious.

“And Jake, you’ve been attracted to Vanessa for a while, and now you’ve finally got to spend the night in her bed. You’re a little bit in love with Vanessa, and can’t help but feel protective. But at the same time, you’re terrified about what would happen if Vince found out. Plus you’re loyal to him for giving you the opportunity to work for him. So you’re kind of torn, but open to persuasion alright?”

“Right,” I confirmed.

“So no sex in this scene just a little foreplay. Now you two have just spent all night making love alright? So you’re going to be comfortable touching each other, so feel free to touch and caress one another, and kiss if that feels right, the audience has to be convinced that you’re into each other, alright? Just go with whatever feels natural and organic.”

We both nodded.

“Okay, positions please everyone, let’s go for a first take,” he yelled, striding over to speak to the sound almanbahis adres man briefly before putting on some large headphones and sitting behind a monitor in a darkened corner of the bedroom-style set.

Although Guy had insisted that anyone non-essential must leave, there will still eight or nine people on the bedroom set: the guy holding the sound boom, the director, the script girl, two guys who arranged the lighting, Mia’s assistant and several others. Aware that the role required some nudity I’d been working out at the gym and my body was relatively lean and athletic but I still couldn’t help feeling embarrassed as I quickly slipped out my dressing gown and threw it onto a chair, leaving me clad in just a pair of tight grey briefs. I quickly slipped into the bed, the sheets cool against my bare skin.

“Here, take this,” Mia said as she slipped off her white towelling dressing gown.

“Yes, Mia,” her assistant said, taking it from her outstretched hand.

I felt my pulse quicken at the sight of her gorgeous body clad in a sexy emerald green silk slip that was edged with black lace and split at the side exposing a sliver of her tanned thigh. She was an attractive woman in her mid-thirties with large hazel-brown eyes, and her long, honey-blonde hair artfully tousled, as it would be after a night of passion. In the subdued light, I could see how the slip clung to her body, emphasizing her rounded hips, slim waist and generous boobs. I felt my cock stir as she got into bed beside me, going over my lines to try and keep myself focussed as she pulled the sheet up over her boobs, and settled into the pillow, closing her eyes.

“OK, everybody good? Action!” Guy said.

“Morning, handsome,” Mia said and after a short pause she rolled over and ran a hand across my bare, hairless chest.

“Morning, gorgeous, did you sleep okay?” I said, opening my eyes and clutching her hand.

“Like a baby. Must have been all that intense physical exercise last night,” she said, smiling as she planted a soft kiss on my neck.

“Mmm, I love exercising with you,” I said, running my finger over her arm then using a finger to circle a fake bruise that had been skilfully applied in make-up. “Hey, is this a bruise?”

“Oh it’s nothing, I’m just clumsy, that’s all,” she answered.

“Did Vince do it? Did he hurt you?” I replied, twisting around to look closer and trying to ignore the cameraman moving a little closer to the bed.

“Come on, let’s not talk about it,” she said, twisting around so that her back was towards me.

“Is he ever rough with you? You know if I ever saw him lay a hand on you…” I said, twisting around too and sliding my arm beneath her pillow so that we were spooning, my body curved around hers

“Come on, don’t. You’re sweet but let’s not talk about it. Not now,” she insisted, snuggling back into me, and I felt my cock stir as I felt her firm bottom wriggling against my thighs.

“Well, I’m just saying…” I said, sliding an arm around her trim waist and pulling her body close, and trying to ignore the swelling in my shorts.

“Let’s just enjoy the time we have left, okay? Come on, hold me, please Johnny. When have you got to leave?”

“In two hours or so, his plane gets in at midday.”

As we talked, she continued to wriggle, her warm body rubbing against mine. No-one watching would have noticed her subtle movements beneath the thin white sheet but they were certainly having an effect on me, and now I could feel my cock getting harder. I could feel it becoming erect, straining against my shorts, making it difficult to focus.

“Well, let’s not think about him, let’s just enjoy the moment,” Mia prompted.

Her firm buttocks continued to grind against me, and it felt so good I struggled to think of anything else, mentally losing my place in the script.

“Um, sorry, I’ve forgotten my line,” I said, feeling my cheeks burn red.

“OK, cut!” Guy shouted. “Let me check the playback.”

“Finding it difficult to concentrate?” Mia whispered, twisting her head, her dark eyes hard-to-read in the semi-darkness.

“Yeah, sorry about that, it was all that wiggling,” I replied, pressing my lips close to her ear so that no-one could hear me.

“You mean when I do this?” she teased as she rubbed her buttocks against my straining cock again.

“Fuck!” I groaned softly as I felt my cock grow another inch. “You should stop that.”

“I’m just doing what Vanessa would do. Anyway, it feels like you’re enjoying it,” she said as her plump, pink lips curled into a sultry smile.

Perhaps I should have expected this as Mia had a bit of a reputation on the set. I’d heard more than one person describe her as a ‘man eater’, and although she was single one of the make-up girls told me that she always turned up to an awards ceremony with a handsome younger man on her arm. She also had a reputation as a bit of a practical joker, and perhaps this was her idea of having a bit of fun with a nervous inexperienced actor, trying almanbahis adresi to make me fluff my lines.

I was about to tell her how much of a tease she was, when we were interrupted by the director.

“OK, there was a little rustling over the dialogue when you changed position, so let’s go again, from the top. Everyone ready?” Guy snapped.

“If you’re worried about the sound, we could just start in this spooning position,” Mia offered.

“Yeah, fine, let’s go with that. Okay, action!”

“Morning, handsome,” Mia said sleepily.

“Morning, gorgeous, did you sleep okay?”

“Like a baby. Must have been all that physical exercise.”

“Mmm, I love exercising with you. Hey, is this a bruise?”

“Oh it’s nothing, I’m just clumsy, that’s all.”

“Did Vince do it? Did he hurt you?” I said. Whilst we ran through the lines, I slid my hand over her slip, caressing the lean curves of her body.

“Come on, let’s not talk about it,” she said, a slight catch in her voice as I slid my hand higher, cupping one of her boobs, weighing it in my palm, exploring its full roundness through the thin silk. The sheet was tugged up under her armpits and with the camera focussed on our faces, no one could see what I was up to.

“Is he ever rough with you? You know if I ever saw him lay a hand on you…” I said as I massaged her ample boob, gently squeezing it. It had been obvious that some other female actors I’d worked with had had some ‘work’ done, but Mia’s boobs felt on hundred percent natural, lovely and firm yet yielding.

Although this wasn’t in the script, Guy hold told us to go with whatever felt ‘organic’ and exploring the plumpness of Mia’s boobs definitely felt right to me. I’d looked her up on IMDB and knew that she was thirty-five, which was ten years older than me, but she certainly looked (and felt!) a lot younger. Besides, if it was okay for her to tease me, surely I was allowed to tease her a little? Where was the harm in that, right?

“Come on, don’t!” she said, emphasizing the last word. “You’re sweet but let’s not talk about it. Not now.”

“Well, I’m just saying…” I said, running my fingers back and forth over her breast. It was evident that she wasn’t wearing anything underneath and soon I felt her nipple come alive, dimpling the thin silk. It felt plump and stubby, stretching towards my fingers as if demanding more attention.

“Let’s just enjoy the time we have left, okay? Come on, hold me, please Johnny. When have you got to leave?” she said, and I wondered if anyone else could hear the slight tremor in her voice as I used my fingertip to tease her nipple, slowly circling it then gently rubbing it till I felt it harden, pressing against the clinging fabric of her slip.

“In two hours or so, his plane gets in at midday.”

“Fuck!” Mia snapped as I gently tweaked the hard little peak between thumb and forefinger, feeling her body shudder as I squeezed tighter. “Sorry Guy, just a bit of cramp.”

“Okay, cut!” Guy yelled again. “Take a minute, guys.”

“That’s so unprofessional!” Mia hissed, twisting her head to flash me an angry look over her shoulder.

“Hey, I was just going with what felt natural. Anyway you started it,” I replied, a little childishly.

“Going with what felt natural, my ass! You mean, copping a feel,” she whispered angrily, although I sensed her anger was tempered by her arousal.

“Hey, felt like you were enjoying it,” I said, grinning.

“Yes, well, listen Jake, you’re new to this so let me…” she started to say but was interrupted by Guy.

“Okay, let’s go again. Action!” he shouted, and we slumped back into our starting positions.

“Morning, handsome,” Mia I heard say sleepily.

As we ran through the first section of dialogue again, I managed to shift position a little, slipping my right arm out from under the pillow so that I could use both hands to caress her gorgeous body, sliding them over her flat stomach, the swell of her hips, cupping her swollen boobs as she wriggled restlessly.

“Is he ever rough with you? You know if I ever saw him lay a hand on you…” I said, nuzzling her ear and kissing the pale skin of her neck beneath her straw-coloured hair as I ran a hand along the smooth skin of her thighs.

“Come on, don’t! You’re sweet but let’s not talk about it. Not now,” she said, sounding a little breathless as I eased the hem of her slip higher. I felt my excitement rise as I slipped it up over the swell of her hips. She continued to move restlessly, our hot bodies sliding together as I felt my hard-as-a-rock erection slide neatly into the cleft between her firm, semi-naked buttocks.

“Well, I’m just saying…” I said, sliding a hand between her slightly parted thighs and massaging her through her panties. Although I couldn’t see them, I used my fingers to explore and found that like her slip they were silky, lace-edged and cut high over her thighs. They were also quite damp and I felt her respond, her legs parting a little wider as I ran my fingers almanbahis adres along the moist fabric, tracing the contours of her swollen labia.

“Let’s just enjoy the time we have left, okay? Come on, hold me, please Johnny. When have you got to leave?” she gasped as I moved my fingers in slow circles over her pussy.

“In a couple of hours or so, his plane gets in at midday,” I said, trying to keep my voice even as I felt her slip a hand behind, using the palm of her hand to massage my solid shaft through my shorts.

“Well, let’s not think about him, let’s just enjoy the moment,” she said, wrapping her fingers around my cock, squeezing and stroking me as I struggled to remember my lines.

“Why don’t you leave him?” I said. I’d managed to slide a hand under her slip and was thoroughly enjoying the feel of her bare breasts, her plump little nipples hardening as I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger. I could feel her breathing quicken, although she was just about managing to maintain her composure as I continued to kiss her neck and shoulders and stroke her hot pussy, feeling her juices soak through her silk panties.

“Oh Johnny, it’s just not that simple,” she managed to gasp as I used one hand to tease her nipples, whilst I used the other to ease her damp panties to one side. Her hand was still rubbing my throbbing erection and I struggled to maintain my self-control. I wished we were alone so I could rip off her panties, spread her buttocks and slide my achingly-hard cock into the invitingly warm, wet folds that lay between them.

“Why not? I bet you’ve got money stashed away, what’s to stop you disappearing one day?” I said, as I hooked aside her skimpy panties, feeling a deep shudder run through her body as I ran a finger along the juicy folds of her pussy.

“You don’t think it hasn’t crossed my mind? But Vince would come after me, you know that. And he knows people, people who are good at tracking down fugitives and bad debtors. I wouldn’t last five minutes on my own,” she said, ever the professional, still managing to remain composed as I spread her inflamed labia, and ran a finger along the hot, wet inner lips, sliding it up and down, then swirling it around the throbbing bud of her clit.

I don’t kid myself that I’m an expert in pleasuring women, I just think Mia was aroused by the wickedness of being caressed so intimately in front of so many people. People who thought her hot gasps and wriggling were all part of her acting.

“Well, you needn’t be on your own,” I said, sliding a finger along the moist groove of her sex, gathering her wetness, then flicking a wet fingertip across her pleasure button as I felt her body jerk and twist, her hand still tightly gripping my hard prick. I could sense she was close, and as I strummed her clit, I used the fingers of my other hand to circle her entrance. Nobody else would have noticed, but I felt her suppress a hot gasp as I slid a wet finger inside her tight yet welcoming lips, slowly starting to finger-fuck her.

This wasn’t supposed to be a sex scene and I knew I shouldn’t be doing this but I just couldn’t help myself. If I’d learned one thing about making love to women, it’s never to stop when they’re on the verge of orgasm. I moved my finger a little faster, feeling the clasping, velvety embrace of her soaking pussy lips.

“Thanks, but I don’t want to get you into any trouble. Vince is a dangerous man. So let’s not think about that now, alright? Let’s just enjoy his last hour together, okay?” she managed to gasp.

I felt her body stiffen then shudder, felt her pussy contract around my finger, squeezing it once, twice three times. But ever the professional actress, she suppressed her emotions and nobody else in the room heard the long, low but very quiet moan or noticed her squeezing her eyes shut as she painfully dug her nails into my fat throbbing cock.

“OK, cut!” yelled Guy, slipping off his headphones, then hunched back over the monitor to watch the playback.

“You okay?” I asked after a few seconds of silence.

“You’re such an unprofessional bastard!” Mia hissed over her shoulder.

“Felt like you were enjoying it,” I whispered, holding her firm as she tried to wriggle away.

“Is that how you get your kicks, groping helpless women?”

“So, did you, uh, you know fake that, or was that the real thing?” I whispered as she rolled away and adjusted her slip, wriggling it back down over her thighs.

“You know I do act for a living. What do you think?” Mia said softly, turning to face me, her plump lips curving into a hard-to-read smile.

“Well, if you faked it, you’re really good,” I replied.

“Well, maybe I’ve had a lot of practice. You know how fragile men’s egos are, right?”

“Well, I hope I can fake it as well as you in the next scene,” I said, chuckling nervously.

“Oh don’t worry, I’ll make sure you don’t have to do too much faking,” she whispered, leaning in close, her perfume filling my nostrils, her breath hot against my ear.

I was about to ask her what she meant, when I spotted Guy getting to his feet. Mia twisted around and propped her head on her hand as he perched on the side of the bed. If he’d known how hot things had gotten between us, he didn’t show it. I suppose he just assumed we were using our acting skills.

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My wife and I are both Marines. I am twenty-six, and she is twenty seven. I was wounded six months ago by an IED and am healing at home on detached duty. I am now finishing therapy and learning to use my leg again. She is still on active duty and just re-enlisted for another four years. She serves with a transportation unit in Afghanistan, and it is her second deployment. I am so proud of her for her service to our country, and I love her completely.

When we left community college, where we met, we both decided to join the Marines. Being from military families, it seemed the thing to do. It was mostly all we knew. We married just after boot camp fully realizing that married military couples could be separated for long periods of time. I just never thought about Christmas as one of those times.

Christmas has always been the most difficult holiday for me. It’s a lonely time of year when you have no family around. I was an only child and then lost both my mother and father before I was fifteen years old. My grandmother raised me, and though she loved me and did everything she could, Christmas wasn’t the same without my parents.

After I had met Dani, Christmas became my favorite time of year. For every Christmas since we had known each other, and up to this year, we were together. Christmas Eve was always a very special romantic evening for us, and after our marriage it got even better. The evening usually included a nice dinner with a fine wine, making out before the fire until we were both totally aroused and mostly undressed, and then erotic sexual couplings in the bedroom until well into the morning hours when Santa should be arriving.

This year it all flooded back. I was sitting in the living room of our base housing condo sipping a bottle of beer and staring into the fire. I had tried to Skype Dani earlier but got no response. That pissed me off because we had a date to talk, and I hoped to masturbate together with her as the best sex we could expect to have this Christmas. Skype masturbation sessions with her the past months had kept my spirits up through the period of healing for my leg.

Not that these sessions were my only masturbation episodes. I followed a porn site that fantasized about women in the military, especially Israeli women with their raven hair and pussies. Dani’s hair was totally black and had a sheen so exquisite. She used to wrap it around my cock and slowly stroke me until the precum would leak like a faucet and then get on top of me and pound her pussy onto my huge erection. The young Israeli female soldiers became my surrogate wife, fucking me in my fantasy.

My gloom was deepening. I thought about another beer but dismissed that as a bad idea. Since my injury and all the pain medications I had to take, alcohol caused me dizziness problems. The thought of hobbling upstairs to our bedroom, getting undressed and jerking off by myself was depressing.

The front doorbell rang. I looked at the clock on the mantle, and it was just 8:00 pm. Who the hell was this on Christmas Eve? All the neighbors were either away visiting family or deployed leaving empty homes behind. I grabbed my cane and walked to the door swinging my right leg along. Opening the door, I saw a tall young man in what looked like an old-fashioned chauffeurs uniform.

“Good evening, sir. Are you John Watson?”

“Yeah, why?”

“I’m to deliver two Christmas gifts here this evening from Sgt. Dani Watson, USMC, on deployment somewhere in the Middle East. Here is the first package and my instructions are to wait in my car until you have opened it and followed the directions on this CD. Then I am to deliver the second gift. He handed me a disk in a CD case on which a heart was pasted and a greeting written on it, “Hello lover. My gift to you.” It was signed Dani.

“Sure, uh, okay,” I said and retreated to the CD player in the living room, slipped the disk into it and sat down. Dani had made a video for me. She sat on a chair dressed in her field uniform.

“Hello, my dearest husband! I love you so much, and I hate being here without you this year. Of all the years, this is the worst because after your physical loss, I wanted to be your physical gift this year, fuck your brains out and look into your eyes while doing it. To make love to your most gorgeous cock and to have you swallow my pussy juices. My love for you is so intense at times I have to push my fingers into my pussy, even on duty. My pants get soaking wet just remembering your beautiful cock.”

“I was going to masturbate on this video and then thought ‘No way. That does nothing for you except get you to fill your hand with cum. There’s a better solution for my man, one he’ll always remember’, so almanbahis adres with the help of my accomplice, someone dear and loyal to me; you will receive a gift from my heart. You have my total and complete blessing to enjoy my gift to you for as long as you like but no later than the day after Christmas. I want you in good shape when I get home in February with a huge load of cum to spew onto my body so I can rub it in and taste your seed on my fingers. Your loving wife and soul mate forever. Merry Christmas! Dani.”

She leaned forward, pulled open her uniform top and pushed her bra-less tits out to the camera and puckered her lips, slipping her tongue over them seductively.

The view faded to the last screen and a sign, “Call the driver back for your surprise gift. Remember it is all yours my love for a night you’ll never forget.”

My cock was rock hard. What gift could match her body, her tits smashed up against me while I plumbed her depths with my tool, digging and shaping her channel to a perfect fit for her body? I wanted to watch the CD again and cum all over my belly. But now for the second gift.

I went to the front door and the guy must have been peering intently up the steps to the condo door because he quickly stepped out of the car, came around and opened the back door of the black limo. A tall woman dressed in a skimpy Santa costume emerged and walked up the steps with him.

“Sir here is your second gift from Sgt. Watson. Sign here please.” I was so dumbfounded I dropped the pen. He stooped and picked it up, and I scribbled my initials, he tipped his hat and turned to leave.

“May I come in Johnny?”

“Uh sure, uh, who, uh…” I stammered.

I stepped aside, and she passed close by smelling of spices and orange, the fragrances of Christmas. I closed the door and showed her into the living room, hopping along with my cane for support. She turned to me and said “Don’t you remember me, Johnny?” I looked at her, very much confused by the whole thing and then it hit me.

“Jesus Sylvia, what are you doing here?” It was Dani’s older sister. I hadn’t seen her since our wedding. Her hair was longer, and she looked so beautiful. She was thirty-seven, just a bit over ten years older than Dani, and I always thought she was a hot woman. “Sylvia I’m sorry I just didn’t expect you. You’re the last person I might have thought would be at my front door. Why aren’t you home with Randy and the kids?”

“Randy and I split about a year ago, didn’t Dani tell you? My mother has the kids until New Year’s Eve. I left the rotten bastard. Everyone warned me when I married him that he would cheat. He was fucking every woman in sight, even my hairdresser, who was a gay guy. I kicked his ass out, divorced him and got sole rights to my children and a hefty alimony-child support settlement. The less said about him, the better.”

“What are you doing here, does Dani know?”

I was in a daze and thought to myself, “Is this a dream? A screwed up nightmare caused by the pain meds?” Coming out of surgery for my injury, I had several vivid dreams of my wife and every kind of sex with her, but this was different.

“I’m your gift, John. Dani sent me in her place, not the same, but maybe a good second. I’ve been instructed to fuck your brains out and when you’re ready, to do it again until you can’t cum another drop. I love Dani so much, and she loves you more than life itself. I am the only one she would trust to do this, and when she asked, I said I would. Never hesitated. I’ve always liked you and am more than a little curious about what’s in those sweat pants. But remember, this is one time only, a unique present from a sister I love dearly for her man in distress, sexual distress. Once and that’s all.”

“You what, you’re gonna’ do what? You mean you and I in bed? Holy shit!, Dani will kill me.”

“Didn’t you watch the CD? What did she say Johnny? She said, ‘Enjoy your gift,’ and that means ‘totally.’ I assume you learned to take orders in the Marines, right? She told me you wouldn’t believe it. I am going to fuck you until you can’t stand up young man.”

“Sylvia I can’t get my head wrapped around this. I’m supposed to fuck you?”

Before I could react, she was on her knees in front of me by the fire. Her Santa hat was thrown to one side. Then she pulled the drawstring on my sweat pants and slid them quickly down taking my boxers down too. Her gorgeous, plump red lips sealed themselves on my cock, and I damn near passed out. She gave me a little push backward, and I sat heavily on the sofa, my cane clattering to the floor. She started skillfully sucking me, running her tongue over my slit, under my cock head and then up and down the vein almanbahis adresi on top of my prick. My hardness was almost immediate, demanding to be satisfied. My eyes wide open and my head leaned back.

“That’s it Marine; lean back and enjoy this but look down at me, watch my eyes,” she said as she gazed up at me.

She pulled away from me for a moment and swiftly removed her Santa jacket. She was revealing her lovely, motherly breasts, heavy from the child nursing she had done; her nipples were fully erect and as long as my little finger joint. She pulled my head forward and offered me her left breast.

“Suck it Johnny, Dani told me you love her tits. I’m not as perky as she, but I can stuff your mouth.” I was in a heaven on earth I never dreamed of. While I sucked her nipples, she continued to slowly jack my dick smoothly, lovingly.

“Dani told me you were the best stud she ever fucked, and she should know. My little sister got around and had some of the best. She told me the best way to guarantee a good fucking for me, my Christmas gift out of all this, was to make you shoot your load into my throat first. That way the second time around your skill with a cock would be my treat because you could hold back longer. So let’s do it!”

She started fucking me with her mouth her eyes locked onto mine, reflecting pure lust from her dilated pupils. Her chest was turning red with blood rushing there as she aroused herself and me. I thrust in further until she gagged, disengaged and gagged again.

I couldn’t take it anymore, and I warned her, “Oh Fuck! It’s been too long I can’t hold it. Here it comes Sylvia, pull off or drown in my cum!” I yelled.

I blasted into her mouth, she swallowed and swallowed again. She opened her mouth, my jizz dripping down her chin and looked up. With her fingertip, she fetched the last few drops off my dick head and sucked them into her cum-filled mouth.

With a huge smile, she said, “That’s the first part. Now let’s get upstairs to bed for the stocking stuffer, your cock stuffed into my hot cunt,” she giggled. “We have work to do and don’t want to get caught by Santa when he shows up, do we? The old perv might want a piece of my ass too!”

She all but dragged me up the stairs. Sylvia is tall, almost 5’10” and probably weighed around 140, nicely arranged on her rugged frame with long shapely legs to carry it all. I remembered she had been quite the athlete in her day, throwing the discus and javelin in high school and junior college. Plenty of muscles still. I wondered if her pussy was as strong?

I was whisked into the bedroom. She pushed me back onto the queen-sized bed. Standing in front of me, she stripped off the Santa uniform pants. Even though her breasts had more sag as she stood there, and she had the belly fat of someone who has had kids, her overall appearance was rapidly bringing my cock to life again. The most erotic part was the diamond shaped pubic hair patch above her slit, carefully trimmed and thinned. Her body heat radiated out to me, her smell was totally mesmerizing. Her clit stuck up through the top of her slit.

I had started to pull my sweatshirt off, but she got there first and tugged it over my head. I was now nude except for my socks and they quickly disappeared.

Then she began. Since she was at my feet, I was conscious of her licking my feet both bottom and top, sucking my toes switching back and forth. That made me gasp. Dani did that to me, and she must have told Sylvia it was one of my favorite “turn-ons.”

She quickly slid her tongue up the inside of my legs and once again clamped onto my throbbing hard-on. I grabbed her hair and held her there. She stayed for a few strong sucks and then lifted up and, after sliding forward on her knees, planted her dripping pussy onto my chin. She was slowly stroking her slit sliding her finger in and out as she sat her mons down on my face.

Pulling her finger out just before she touched me she reached down and offered her pussy juice to my lips, slowly massaging her slickness on them. Then with tenderness and love in her eyes she pulled my head up into her pussy and whispered, “Dani said you could eat pussy better than anybody she ever met. Boy, give me a sample.” I started licking.

I buried my tongue as far as it would go into her pungent slit. Rotating my thumb slowly on her clit I then slipped a finger in with my tongue and began to edge her. I took her up and down three times. It probably took ten minutes, and she was becoming frantic to cum.

“Let me cum you cocksucker, oh fuck let me cum. Stop it. Let me cum…”

She writhed after each peak and bounced her ass almost defiantly when I made her wait again as she almanbahis adres tried to force her pussy into my face. She wet her finger of her right hand and reached behind and inserted it into her asshole and pushed in an out rapidly. If I didn’t get her to cum, she was doing her damnedest to get there herself.

Finally, I pushed her over with my lips holding her clit. I had to let her cum for fear she’d throw me on the floor if I didn’t! She was strong enough to do that. She exploded in noise and juice, grabbing my head and almost drowning me in her flowing love tube. She rolled and thrashed. I was soaked all over my face and neck. I smelled like a bottle of pussy perfume. I was stunned.

She slid back down raised up her ass and slid my cock into her throbbing pussy, still gasping from the orgasm. She slammed herself down and caught the tail-end of her wild orgasm and started all again. She fucked me like a woman possessed, slamming, grinding, rotating, grunting with obscene words, “fuck, shit, oh fucking God fuck my cunt you motherfucker, oh, Ohh, ahh… fucking cock it’s so big… drill me Johnny it’s from Dani for you!” and then she really came. Writhing, twisting almost gagging on her saliva, finally collapsing forward on my chest. I had never experienced anything even close to this before

I was still hard, and now it was my turn. I rolled her over and started pumping with a slow rhythm, sliding in until I just caught her cervix with my purple helmet. My shaft fit her like she was made for me. I could feel every ridge, dimple and bump in her vagina. Pushing in, pulling out, the wonderful slipping/slapping wet noise of fucking interspersed with Sylvia’s little yips and moans. She was a vocal one. I increased the pace so I could drive her to cum again and cum hard. She started a steady wailing noise, sucking air in with great gulps, exhaling with ragged noises that sounded like they came from deep in her belly. I could feel her pussy clench me, her abdomen tightened and her eyes rolled back in her head.

And with good reason, I was deep in her belly now hammering her cunt with my cock and pushing with a frenzy of passion that I hadn’t felt since Dani went on deployment. As she approached her grand finale a crescendo of skin slaps and grunts now from us, both rose until, “Fuck me, oh ahh your, ah… cock is so fucking good fuck!” and she crushed my pelvis into her pubes with her strong legs. I could hardly breathe she had me so tight. I wrenched my hips free as she continued to cum again and finished with driving cock strokes into her flaming vagina.

“Sylvia, my God! Oh my, Dani, Dani this is for you honey, thank you. Oh Christ oh my throbbing tool!” I roared, “Suck the cum out of me with your pussy. Oh Dani, Sylvia is the best gift you ever sent me suck it dry Sylvia. Ah… ah,oh,” as I whimpered into a stunned silence.

In my mind, she was my beautiful wife. I sent my cum into her and hoped that thousands of miles away Dani would feel a tingle in her pussy and know that her gift had been taken.

Her legs stayed locked against me. I felt her pussy walls moving, kneading my softening cock as she continued to move her pelvis against me. I pulled her head back with her hair and drove my tongue into her mouth. She suctioned my tongue into her and gushed saliva into my mouth, and we mixed it back and forth and stirred it with our tongues. I could still taste my cum in her mouth from the blowjob before. I rolled over and off her and lay panting, staring at the ceiling in my post-coital lust-drained being.

She leaned over me and smiled, “Johnny, I was gonna’ hold this over Dani when she comes back as a big “gotcha”, you know she would owe me one. Not everyday, a big sister is willing to go fuck her brother-in-law. Well, she owes me nothing. You Marines know how to fuck and if she’s as good as you are, trooper, you two are made for each other. Merry Christmas, Johnny”

“Merry Christmas Sylvia, I’ll never forget what you did for Dani and me.” And I never did.

Epilog

Many years later, Sylvia is now remarried to a Marine of all things. From everything we know she has found a guy who fucks her the way she needs to be fucked. They have two more children and Curt, her husband, has legally adopted her first two children. They don’t live far from us, and we see them often.

Dani and I now have three little ones. She left the Corps to be a mom, and I am working in a business I created. We still celebrate Christmas Eve with all the passion we ever had, but we added one mandatory event just before we go to bed. We watch the CD again from the year that Dani gave me the greatest gift I ever received from her at a time of real sadness for me. The most important part was Dani trusted me, she knew I was her man and trusted me with Sylvia.

Sylvia and I love each other as in-laws and have never spoken of the Christmas Eve again. It was a “one-time” event.

Merry Christmas all!

Johnny

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I’d like to say that the first time was the worst and that it got better. I’d like to say I quickly got used to the arrangement and that it didn’t bother me. I’d like to say that it was just sex and that I had no problem using my body to secure a place to live and food to eat.

I’d like to say all that, but it simply wasn’t true.

After my first time having sex with Andrew, I almost called in sick to work- not because I was actually sick (though the dry heaves of revulsion didn’t make me feel peachy) but because I felt like I had so much to process. There were a lot of gaps in our arrangement, things we hadn’t talked about, and I wanted to get a handle on some of those things before I talked to him about them.

And he had a different view of “sex” than I did, one that made it hard for me to detach like I wanted to. This was so screwed up, and I wanted to just get to a point where I felt like I could understand it. If I could understand it, maybe I could handle it.

One good thing about this was that it kicked my job-hunting into high gear. I had to make this as temporary as possible.

I showered that morning and started realizing how many questions I had. I had breakfast while Andrew was out grocery shopping, then took my hot tea up to my room. I curled up on my recliner, wrapped a blanket around me (it was a chilly morning for late September) and stared out the window. I had a pen and paper on the table beside me to help keep track of my thoughts. By the time I heard Andrew leave for work, I had quite a list of questions…and even a few answers.

But for now, there was a more pressing task at hand. I opened my computer and searched online for “how to cook.”

*******

Andrew had left a note telling me that he would be home for the night after 8pm and that I should have some dinner ready for him in the fridge, since I would be at work by then. I looked at the groceries he had bought- quite a selection, some of which I couldn’t even identify. When I lived on my own, I mostly ate out, until I realized how quickly that was draining my cash. Then I switched to microwavable meals and instant noodles, which stabilized my budget a bit, even if it didn’t make for a healthy lifestyle. What the hell, I was young.

Andrew had stipulated “cooking” among my duties, however, and given his views on sex, I couldn’t imagine that he would consider heating up a TV dinner to be “cooking.” So it was time to learn. Until I could pick up some tips from the kitchen crew at the restaurant, I would have to imitate how-to videos that I could find online. Using that technique, I whipped up a respectable tortilla soup (minus the hot peppers). I thought it tasted pretty good. I left the pot in the fridge for Andrew and commenced with my real task for the afternoon: snooping.

*******

Looking through all the papers and books and photos I could find on the first floor, I drew just one conclusion: Andrew was a boring guy. There was nothing even remotely interesting lying around. The guy didn’t even have any porn videos, at least not downstairs. No letters from family or friends, no scandalous bills or bank statements, no drugs or paraphernalia. I think he really did just work and eat and sleep (and now fuck me).

But the time wasn’t wasted, because in the process of snooping, I managed to organize a lot of the downstairs living area. I knew that is bedroom would probably be a much more interesting place to look, and there was another office-y room upstairs that I hadn’t explored, but it was already time for me to get ready for work. The juicy secrets of Andrew’s life would have to wait.

*******

I came home late and found a note saying that the soup was delicious. It looked like he had eaten half the pot. Damn- I had hoped that would last a few days. My plan was to make bigger meals so that I might only need to cook a couple times a week.

Remembering my list of questions, I jotted a note that said we needed to talk and clarify a few things. Then I had a small bowl of soup for myself and went to bed. With an afternoon and evening shift almanbahis adres ahead of me the next day, I wanted to sleep as much as I could.

*******

*Tap, tap tap*

“Gina? Gina, wake up, it’s 10 o’clock.”

What? Why on earth was he waking me up? I didn’t need to leave until 11:30, and what business was that of his anyway?

“Go away, asshole! I’m trying to sleep!”

A moment of silence, then *tap, tap, tap*

“Gina, our schedules don’t line up for a few more days. I’m going to work at 12, we’ve got until then to…”

“Aw, for fuck‘s sake!” I yelled, throwing off my covers and yanking open my door. I grabbed Andrew by his t-shirt collar, pulled him a few steps into my room, pushed him onto the bed and pulled off his sweatpants with one angry pull. He wasn’t hard at all, which surprised me. I guess that I had expected him to be standing at my door naked and throbbing. I took him in my mouth and started sucking…hard.

At this point I was still in a rage- angry that he had woken me up, angry that he expected sex whenever it was convenient for him, angry that I had no friends in my life to help me out, angry that my parents didn’t pursue me, and at some point in all that silent raging, I noticed that Andrew was fully ready to go. He had put one hand on the back of my head- not pressing down but just guiding my movements.

I briefly considered finishing him with my mouth, but I didn’t want to give him the pleasure of seeing me swallow, and I sure as hell didn’t want to make a mess on my bed (I hadn’t really thought this through), so I stood up, pulled off my yoga pants, straddled him, and sank down. Thank God I was a little wet. Andrew wasn’t the biggest I had ever had, but he was more than big enough to fill me up.

I sank down hard and started bouncing. Normally I enjoy a good ride when I’m on top- if the guy is angled right, I can rub my clit on his pubic bone and get myself really close without having to use my hand. I’ve even cum a few times that way, just by rubbing myself on top of a guy. But I wasn’t on the path to satisfaction this morning. I was still almost blind with rage- the accumulated frustration of the path my life had taken was finding its way to the surface.

I pounded myself down on Andrew again and again. He seemed stunned at first, but he eventually grabbed my hips with his rough hands and just held on while I worked. I leaned forward a little and put my hands on his broad chest. We both still had on our shirts. After a minute or two, I moved my hands to the wall behind my headboard, stopped bouncing, and took him as deep as I could in that position. Then I started rubbing back and forth, not moving him in and out. I felt a slight tingle, but I knew I wasn’t going to let this last long enough to get me anywhere good.

When I started sliding my hips forward and backward, Andrew groaned and lifted his hips up a few inches off the bed. That actually felt better for me, but I didn’t think his back could stay arched like that for very long. Then he moved one hand up to my shirt and lifted the side of it up to my armpit, exposing my left breast. He leaned forward (lowering his hips, to my disappointment) and started licking and kissing and sucking my tit.

I was grunting and groaning and moaning, mostly from the exertion and the emotional release I was experiencing, though anyone listening would probably think I was working towards a nice orgasm. When Andrew took my nipple between his teeth, I yelped and stopped thrusting for a moment. It didn’t hurt, it just surprised me, and felt good- like just what I wanted in that moment.

I wrapped one arm around his head and held him closer to my breast. He kept nibbling and licking and sucking and I started sliding and thrusting again- slower but harder.

He started to push up in time with my thrusts. Then he pulled his head back, clenched his eyes shut and started grunting. His hands were on my hips now, forcing me to move at his pace.

Gasping, he asked, “Are you close?”

“Just finish, asshole!” I was angry that he would almanbahis adresi think I wanted this, that I would give him that pleasure. And I was angry because I was getting closer than I thought I would.

In that moment I realize how strong he was. He took complete control of my movements, picking me up by the hips and forcing me down on his cock over and over. He made me slide back and forth at his will. I don’t think I could have stopped him if I tried. It was like I was just an elaborate tool used to aid his masturbation. I felt like a total object.

“OhhOOOOHHHH! GAH!!” He forced me down hard and I felt his cock start to pulse inside me. He held me in place, pulled back a bit and then pushed in again. I leaned forward and steadied myself with a hand on the wall. His upper body convulsed with each pump, and I noticed for the first time how sweaty we both were.

He slid down so that we could both lie down on the bed, with me still on top of him. One of his hands moved to the back of my head and held me in place while he began kissing me. My first instinct was embarrassment over my morning breath, but then I chided myself for caring what he thought. I remembered that kissing was supposed to be a part of sex in this house, so I let him explore my mouth with his tongue. Meanwhile, his other hand had moved to where my lower back met my ass, and he held me firmly on top of him as he began slowly sliding in and out of me again. Every few thrusts he would hold himself deep inside and focus on kissing.

Finally, he dropped his hips to the bed, dropped his hands to his sides, leaned his head back on the pillow, and sighed. I could see his mouth starting to move, as if he was starting sentences in his mind but not sure which one to go with. Before he had the chance to get a thought out, I climbed off of him and said, “Get up. I don’t want a wet spot on my bed.”

He rolled over and swung his feet to the floor. Standing up and retrieving his pants, he said, “Like I was saying…I’m going to work at 12, so we’ve only got until then to talk about whatever you mentioned in your note.”

I froze in the middle of putting on my robe. “My note?” Shit! My note that said we needed to discuss some things. My list of questions. “Yeah, sure. My note.”

“But thanks for being so…proactive. That was…”

“That was my job. Don’t thank me for something that I would lose my room over not doing,” I snapped.

His brow creased as he tried to think of how to respond. Instead he changed the topic.

“I’m going downstairs for breakfast. Do you want coffee? If you want, there’s still some time to talk before we leave.”

“Yeah, I’ll be down in a few minutes,” I mumbled and staggered down the hall to the bathroom, one hand on the wall for support.

*******

It took me all of two minutes in the shower to bring myself to a small but sufficient climax. By 10:45 I was showered, dressed, and having breakfast at the table. Across the table, Andrew sipped his coffee and finished off a pile of toast.

“So you wanted to clarify some things?” he began.

“Yeah,” I said, munching on a blueberry bagel. “I’ve been realizing that there are some things we didn’t clarify and some things we didn’t even consider.”

“OK, like what?”

“Well, first of all, are you telling anyone about our…arrangement?”

He froze, a piece of toast halfway to his mouth, and looked at me with eyes wide open. “Oh, hell no. I don’t think…I mean, what would…how…no. Not that anyone is asking much about my personal life, but if it comes up, you are renting a room from me.”

Whew. “Glad we’re on the same page there. Now what about visitors?”

“I never have any.”

“Not you, you myopic self-centered child. Me. I’m going to have friends over at some point.”

“Oh, of course. Um, just try not to be loud if I’m sleeping, and don’t bring anyone over that might, you know, steal something or cause problems.”

I found that insulting and snapped at him, “What kind of people do you think I hang out with?”

Mouth full of toast, he answered almanbahis adres casually, “Hell if I know. I don’t know anything about you.”

He had a point, but still…”I don’t like what you’re implying.”

He just shrugged. I rolled my eyes and gave an exaggerated sighed.

“OK, next thing. I’ll consent to including kissing and rubbing in our definition of sex, but no touching me when we’re not having sex. You don’t get to come up and give me kisses or grab my ass or squeeze my boobs or even rub my arm. My body is mine. You get access to it 3-4 times a week and that’s it. Understand?”

“Of course. You’re not my girlfriend, I get that. I didn’t expect anything different.”

“And on a similar note, my room is my private space. You have no reason to go in there uninvited.”

“Agreed, and I would say the same about my room.”

“You don’t want me to clean your room?”

He thought about that for a few seconds. “OK, for getting laundry and cleaning the master bathroom you can go in my room, but leave the rest of it to me. I like that you’re organizing things a bit, but leave my room alone.”

“Fine,” I said, fully intending not to honor that.

“Unless you’re coming in my room to have sex with me, then you’re welcome anytime I’m in there,” he said, smiling.

“Ugh. Moving on, no sleeping in my bed and no making me sleep in yours. Again, you use my body for sex, but once that’s over, I’m free to go.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. But know that you’d be welcome to stay in my bed. I really like snuggling with someone at night.”

“I am not, and never will be that person for you, Andrew. Don’t start thinking of me in those categories.”

“What categories? I’m still just talking about two bodies here- nothing more than physical intimacy.”

“Physical release. Not intimacy. We are not intimate.”

“Uh, sure. OK.” I don’t think he really agreed, I think he just decided not to pursue that topic.

We talked through a few more details, like paying for my birth control pills and bringing my car in for a check-up (he was horrified to hear how long it had been since my last oil change), but then he got a serious look. “Gina, there’s one more thing.”

“Oh?”

“Stop calling me names, please.”

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve got quite a list of insulting monikers for me. ‘Asshole’ seems to be your favorite. ‘Creep’, ‘perv’, ‘moron’…it’s mean and uncalled for. Please just use my name.”

I got a little worked up at that, “Uncalled for? You’re making me…”

“NO! I’m not making you do anything.” He stood up and pointed at me with his fork. This was the most agitated I’d seen him (with all his clothes on). “You were free to choose this, you came into it knowing full well what it entailed. This is not against your will. You will not pin this on me. You can think what you like about my offer, but once you accepted it, you gave up the right to drag me through the mud.”

I was ready to jump up and shout right back at him, but…he…was right. I clenched my jaw and simply said, “Fine. No more names. But don’t you start calling me ‘baby’ or ‘sweetie’.”

He dropped his fork and plate into the sink, guzzled his orange juice, and said in a softer, more familiar tone, “Thank you. Was there anything else?”

“No, I think that’s about it for now. I’ll see you in a few days.” I stood to leave for work as he walked up the stairs to get changed.

*******

As I drove through the neighborhood, I considered that he had a point. I didn’t have any good reason for calling him names. I just needed to feel superior. And the anger that surfaced during that grudge fuck that morning made me realize that my resentment was spread all around. The Creep…Andrew, just happened to be an easy target. I couldn’t be angry at him for my being in this situation. I was angry at the circumstances that brought me to that point.

But unfortunately for Andrew, it was one thing for me to know all that. It was another thing entirely for that knowledge to change me. So for now, I was just going to keep hating him. I wanted to think of him as my rapist. I wanted to think of him as someone fully to blame for how royally screwed up my life was, how screwed up I was. But he called me out- I couldn’t blame him without blaming myself. I felt ashamed. I felt sick.

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